Dead Draw Page #5

in the f***ing face.

Somewhere along the

line someone got greedy.

Someone thinks

they deserve more.

- Yeah, did you talk to the

girl that you're f***ing?

Maybe she has some insight.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What the f***, man?

- Man, put the f***ing gun away.

- I told you this has got

nothing to do with her.

- No, then why are

you hiding behind a gun?

- Everybody take

a second, alright.

The only way to beat the heat

is to stay cool, Harrison.

You taught me that.

- This is an inside job.

- Brother.

- Open your eyes, Jonesy.

Someone said something, alright.

You got nothing to lose.

And Dallas he's got

no f***ing brain.

- Say that to my face.

- F***ing take it easy.

Harrison, put that

f***ing gun away.

- Harrison, what if

you're wrong, huh?

What if we're not

the guy who did it?

Those guys outside they

ain't gonna stop coming.

- Yeah, you're gonna

tell us who they are

and we'll figure out

what we do after.

Easy now.

- You are so full of sh*t.

- Easy, Dallas.

- You don't have the balls.

- Oh yeah, try me Dallas.

- Well, then what's

the problem go ahead.

Pull the trigger motherf***er.

- I told you that this has

got nothing to do with you.

- You f*** with my

brother you f*** with me.

- Stop it.

- Bring it on.

- Nobody's shooting anyone.

- Jonesy.

- You shoot him I shoot you.

- Harrison, this

doesn't have to happen.

- Come on, Jonesy.

You know this wasn't me.

- Yeah, wasn't Mack either.

- Harrison, the gun.

- Five minutes.

- Not yet.

- You know the rules.

- It's still quiet.

- I'll give you 45 more seconds.

- You're not getting me.

We ain't f***ing

going without him.

- We rise together

we fall together.

- Sometimes pigs go dark

don't use their radios.

They could be on their way.

- Not in Ohio, dude.

We're f***ing fine.

- F***.

- This is why

you f***ers should carry phones.

- One call, one text,

take your eye off

the prize one second

and sh*t can slide south.

One focus.

One phone.

One number for when

the job is done.

- F***ing brilliant.

- He'll be here he'll make it.

- Stop being a f***ing p*ssy.

- Five and a half.

- You know, Mack and I

we took 25K off our first grab.

He popped that fault

like it was a soda can.

I ain't seen anybody

move that fast.

But the driver got in his mind

that he was gonna grab

the take for himself.

He tried to shoot me.

Mack took the bullet.

So you wanna leave, leave.

Open the door and

get the f*** out.

- Hey, he's your boy.

I get that but you're

running out of time.

- Will you stop being

a f***ing p*ssy?

We ain't f***ing going

anywhere until the man says so.

- 19-9

Sarge any units there

respond at 78th Street.

- Yeah I got two

police on assignment.

The one on 98th

and 5th following

and the other one at

85 East End Avenue.

- It's time.

- Go, go now.

- No. Harrison.

We're not f***ing leaving Mack.

We're not leaving him.

- Traitor.

- You're right about the body.

We're gonna have

to get rid of it.

- F***.

I can't do it, Mack.

- I got this, bro.

God help me.

I'm not a Catholic, father.

- Do you have a confession?

- I didn't believe in God

not until I was on the

floor in cell block A,

blood was in my eyes my

jaw was smashed sideways.

No one was coming for me.

No one.

I've seen plenty of

people beg, father

for their mothers,

for their wives,

and the only person I

called out to was God.

- Go on.

- The pain didn't go

away but the fear did.

And I made a promise.

I made a promise that

I wouldn't go back

to the way things were before.

And now I gotta break

that promise, father.

- Why?

- Family.

Family.

- Wait.

I don't know what you're facing.

But I do know God will provide.

If you ask for it,

whatever you think you

need to do you don't.

- I'm not worth it.

- None of us are.

But he's there just the same.

- I think he'll understand.

I'm not sure but

for what it's worth

and for what's about

to happen, I'm sorry.

You know, Harrison's got a point

as f***ed up as it

sounds, you know.

Yeah, we've been good for what,

15 jobs or so now?

Ms. Parker's hooked us

up with all of them.

If something went wrong.

If it was Harrison,

he would've thought it through.

If it was him, he

would've been cool.

Calculated.

This is just sloppy.

- Yeah,

we all know Mack cares

more about cracking a safe

than what's inside of it, so

that leaves me,

you, and Ms. Parker.

- You know me, Jones.

- And you know me, brother.

I wouldn't f*** you over.

Then I wouldn't have anyone

to drink on the beach with.

- Cut the loyalty sh*t, Jonesy.

He blew like the wind.

Always did.

Why don't you tell your

drinking buddy, Dallas

about how many men

you left behind.

I heard it was five.

- What's he talking about, bro?

- He left Marines to die.

- You don't know what the

f*** you're talking about.

- Oh, you don't think

I checked up on you

before I pulled you

out of the gutter

for a second time, Jonesy?

Oxy.

Is that the drug of

choice for a patriot?

How many you take to

swallow the truth?

- F*** you, you f***ing f***.

- Who are you to judge, huh?

Five years.

Five f***ing years you

left me for those pigs.

You wanna talk

about cut and run.

You're the king of cut and run.

Burn everything, right?

Burn everything

and burn everyone.

Isn't that what you taught me?

For what?

It's never gonna be enough.

There's always gonna

be more to take.

Another job or a bigger score.

You're walking away.

You're retiring on a

beach with Cervezas.

Tell me that's

just a f***ing lie.

It's a f***ing lie

you tell yourself.

And you're gonna

be chasing that lie

until it f***ing kills you.

- Come one relax.

Take a walk and

have a cigarette.

- Go on, Dallas.

Come on take a look.

Oh, you don't know

him like I do.

Go on take a look.

- Come on, bro.

You ready?

F***.

- Pain killers don't kill

the pain just numb it.

When they wear off

that sh*t's still there

like a f***ing migraine

splitting your skull.

Sometimes you

can't see straight.

Sometimes you vomit.

Sometimes you close

yourself in a dark room

and you just try to wait it out.

None of it works.

Turns out that you can't

run from your past.

Who the f*** are

you to judge me?

- I get it, Jonesy.

'66 GTU.

Purred like a lion

when you kicked it on.

Candy apple red,

black stripe down the center

ripe for the picking.

I don't blame you for

trying to jack it.

- This ain't about that.

- Oh, yeah it is.

See I pulled you out

of the gutter twice,

alright twice.

And you sit there and

you talk about loyalty.

And I am tied to

a f***ing chair.

Come on, Jonesy.

This is an inside job.

And we are on the outside.

Come on, Jonesy.

Come on.

Come on, Jonesy.

Come one.

- F***.

Where are you, motherf***er?

Jones, you f***.

- Wow, that's a

nice toilet Carver.

Sorry about the aftermath.

- You're a tough guy hiding

hiding behind the needle.

- Are you looking for this?

I found it for you.

- F***, Jones.

F*** you.

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