Heaven's Prisoners Page #7

I'd like to have a gin rickey.

Where's your little thermos?

Hmm, my thermos is...

I guess your husband

is not in charge anymore...

is he, Mrs. Rocque?

Bubba was never in charge.

All that boxing macho bullshit.

The man's crazy

as a f***ing loon.

You really think he could

actually run anything...

for very long

without f***ing it up?

And all the while, you're

playing the battered wife.

I am the battered wife.

You...

sent those men to kill my wife,

didn't you?

You bought the hit! Yes or no?

I bought the hit on you.

What are you

going to do now, Dave?

You going to kill me?

Go on. Go on, do it.

Do it!

Come on, Dave.

Come on, blow me away...

so you can go home

to the whore and the kid...

and pretend you're a good man.

Killing a hundred of you...

wouldn't make up for one Annie.

It ain't in there, baby.

Bubba, what are you doing up?

911 emergency.

I'd like to report a shooting...

at Bubba Rocque's house

out on the river.

Your name, sir?

Your name?

Good luck, Bubba.

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