Homefront Page #4
You'll be all right.
Jimmy Klum, you mean?
F***, no.
Jimmy Klum is a b*tch.
Listen, I know
everybody around here,
and Jimmy Klum's b*tch ass
ain't breaking into sh*t.
Now, his wife's brother
Who's his wife's brother?
They call him Gator
for some dumb-ass reason.
Lives down by
the Rayville watershed.
Fronts as a boat mechanic,
can't fix sh*t.
But the word is he's
cooking up that meth.
Hey, if I was you, I'd be real
careful around him, Broker.
He ain't true, you hear me?
Know about him?
Man, him and Sheriff Keith
got it all figured out.
You see, Gator snitches for Keith,
throws him all the small
fish, makes his job easy.
In turn, Sheriff looks the other
direction whenever Gator wants to cook.
Some bullshit.
Yeah, thanks for
the history lesson.
Listen, I grew up
around these rednecks,
who you're f***ing with.
And in case you got any interest,
Gator eats breakfast nearly every
day at Lions caf, just like me.
Now, he don't look
like much or nothing,
but you remember what I told you,
he ain't true.
Crazy, waiting to happen.
Hey, where are you?
They set the meet at this f***ing
crayfish shack off Creek Road.
You know I'm allergic
to this sh*t, right?
Just get it done,
all right, Sheryl?
The guy they're sending,
Cyrus Hanks.
Are you f***ing kidding me? I know him.
He's a f***ing animal, Gator.
He's a f***ing stone-cold killer.
Look, don't worry about any of that.
Just make it happen.
Look at you.
Nice place, Cyrus.
Yeah, well, let's just say I'm
comfortable around fat people.
They eat the way
gamblers play the slots,
they're f***ing oblivious
to everything around them.
Plus, I love these f***ing things.
Are you hungry?
No, I'm fine.
Sweetheart, black coffee
with a little honey.
So, what's it going to take
to find this rat f***?
You know where he is, yeah?
Him and his kid.
And to get him,
you want what, exactly?
I don't want anything for the narc.
He's a gift.
Oh, he's a gift? He's a gift.
Since when does a meth
whore give away gifts?
I've spent the last couple of years
putting together
the right equipment,
perfect partner, perfect location.
All we need is distribution, that's
the main thing we're after...
You got me f***ing fooled, Sheryl.
'Cause underneath this
beautiful tweaker body,
you're a f***ing genius.
Where's the narc?
Do we have a deal?
Where is the narc?
Do we have a deal, Cyrus?
Come over here.
You got five seconds before I drill
your f***ing skull into this table
and then into the floor,
you understand me?
Don't you f*** with me, Sheryl.
All right.
Where is the f***ing narc?
Bye!
Bye.
Hi.
What are you doing?
Cleaning.
Cleaning?
Yeah.
It's filthy in there.
Well, I'm glad you noticed.
What are you doing here?
I came to tell you that I dealt
with Broker, the girl's father.
I want you to stay away from him.
Hey, you got something for me?
Cassie, I'm trying
to tell you something.
Do not go near Broker anymore.
Got it.
Okay.
Well, I'm not holding, so I'm
sorry, I can't help you.
You're not holding?
Uh-huh.
Well, I think
that's f***ing bullshit.
Cassie, why don't you
That's f***ing bullshit!
Take a f***ing shower.
Then what the f*** are you doing here?
Eat a sandwich or something.
You take a f***ing shower,
Gator, look at you!
Cassie, just pull
yourself together.
I'm sick of this sh*t.
Hey, hey, hey.
Shh! Teddy is sleeping.
You wake him up, it's gonna be...
Don't worry.
I'm not gonna make
any noise, I'm leaving.
No more. I'm done.
No more, Cassie.
Yo, Gator.
How is it hanging, man?
Why?
Listen, man, I need a favor.
A favor?
Look, Jimmy, you know that I already
keep your garbage business going.
Man, I need you to stop
giving that sh*t to my wife.
All right? Look at her, man.
She's falling to pieces.
Maybe you should do a
better job taking care of her.
Yeah.
You sleeping?
Like a baby.
What have you got?
Gator Bodine. I sniffed around
like you asked. A couple of arrests.
No convictions.
You want details?
No, don't bother.
But there is something,
Broker.
Sheryl Marie Mott, ex-biker
groupie from Shreveport.
Busted twice for smuggling
dope into Angola.
your old pal, Danny T.
All of a sudden, Danny T's skank
is hanging out in Rayville.
Really?
Send me a picture, would you?
I'll email you Mott's file.
Thanks, man.
So, this guy Cyrus,
you know him?
Yeah, I know him.
Mmm-hmm.
Did you f*** him?
Ugh.
Oh, sh*t.
F***!
This should be interesting.
We've never been properly
introduced, you and me.
Is that what this is,
an introduction?
Yeah, that's right.
Well, I won't ask your name.
I personally believe your reputation
is the most important thing.
To some people.
Yeah.
Maybe it should be for you, too.
You've worked up a pretty
bad rep around here,
beating up that poor kids
father in front of him.
It pissed off some of the locals.
And his daughter beat up Jimmy's kid.
Can you believe that?
Now, what kind of parent would teach
a kid to do something like that?
Look, I don't want
any more problems.
Okay.
Anything else you're
thinking hard about?
'Cause I can smell
the wood burning.
If someone has an issue
with me, keep it there.
I don't want my kid involved.
Involved?
I'm a little lost.
Well, let's get you found.
See the house,
the house that was broken
into by some pathetic coward
who stole a little girl's toys,
the cat, slashed a tire.
See, that's my f***ing house.
will find me standing in it.
Okay.
Well, I think you're reaching.
Just connecting dots
that are not there.
You're on notice, Bodine.
Hey, you should tell
your little girl to be brave.
She's got nothing to worry about
with such a tough daddy around.
Nice meeting you.
Finish your breakfast.
What the f***
were you doin', Gator?
F***er is making it personal.
Yeah, well, we're on.
It's happening tonight.
Luther?
Hello, there.
Hey, boy.
Put the kitty down.
Get up really slow.
Luther?
Luther?
Got you.
Hey, Broker.
My old f***ing Broker.
How you doing, man?
Can you hear me?
Huh?
You in there?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me now?
Bet you do.
That's the tricky thing with this
rebar, especially the nine gauge.
You swing it too hard, too fast,
just takes your whole
f***ing head off, man.
It's a very delicate operation.
Hey, you did all right,
though, Lew.
Gator'd be pissed if we did
something really f***ing stupid.
He must be pissed at
you two quite a lot.
That's funny.
You're a funny guy, Broker.
You're a really funny f***ing guy.
You smart-ass motherf***er.
F***ing wise-ass.
How do you like that, huh?
Everybody had you
figured for a cop, Broker.
You walk like a cop,
you fight like a cop,
you even smell like a f***ing cop.
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