Kill Me Again Page #4

Hey, wait! Jack!

- Jack!

- Take it easy.

Goodbye.

Yes, this is the operator.

Operator, uh, could you tell me

where that call originated from?

Yes, it was from Overton, Nevada.

Overton?

Thanks.

Overton. Lake Mead.

I figure we gotta swim

about 200 yards to the shore.

It's perfect because it's one of

the deepest parts of the lake.

It's gonna make a pretty good escape route.

Here we are.

This is it.

Yeah. That's Indian Rock. See.

I'll show you. Right here.

This is where I'll sink the boat.

They'll search and search for us for months,

but they'll never find us.

The debris coming up, that can only mean one thing.

Of course, like I say, we'll

have a healthy swim to the shore.

And then about, uh, a five

mile hike up to the drop point.

Five miles?

You'll make it.

Drop point's up there. And at that point,

we'll pick up the money and the supplies

we need to make the last leg of the hike.

- Where do we hide the money?

- We bury it, along with the supplies.

Right here. On Indian Land. We hike

We'll buy a used car in Dalton for cash.

It was a lot easier last time.

Well, this time it's for keeps.

We faked the whole thing, man! She's not--

she's not really dead.

She's not dead.

Yeah, well, I knew she wasn't dead.

She's with your friend.

- Isn't she? Isn't she?

- I don't know, I swear, man.

- Huh?

- I think so, I don't know.

Don't lie to me, Al.

I don't like to be lied to.

I'm going alone, Fey.

- What?

- I'll bury the money, and the stuff.

And be back in a couple of hours.

- It'll be safer that way.

- I wanna go!

You wanna go? Why?

Because...

- I'm afraid.

- Afraid?

Of what?

I'm afraid you won't come back.

Don't you trust me?

- You don't have to take the money.

- Trust me.

I'll be back in a couple of hours.

Ok.

You better come back, you son of a b*tch.

- Where the f*** are they?

- I don't know, man.

F***, man! Leave me alone!

I don't know, man!

I'm not asking you again.

Where are they?

F***! You son of a b*tch!

You know, you got a whole pack of

these...swishy cigarettes.

That's a whole pack, man.

So you better start talking to me.

Overton! He called from Overton, man.

That's all I know, I swear.

Well, where the f*** is Overton?

Huh? Where's Overton?

It's up by Lake Mead, on the northern tip.

Ok, Al.

Betcha can't wait to get out

of that chair, can you?

Relax.

Look, man, just let me go, man.

I promise I won't say anything.

Just let me go. You'll never see me again.

Sure, Al. Yep.

And one of those.

Thanks.

What are all the cop cars for?

They're looking for some killers.

Shot some folks up in Vegas, I hear.

Them Arizona cops, they watch the

border while the Nevada cops go to lunch.

- That's mighty neighborly of them.

- Yeah, it is.

Well, thanks.

NO TRESPASSING:

INDIAN RESERVATION

Fey!

You might live throught the rest of the

day if you tell me where my money is.

Jack, he's crazy.

He'll kill you.

Tell him where it is.

He'll let us go if you just tell him.

She's right.

I am f***ing nuts.

Pull the trigger.

Ok, Mr. half-assed Dick Tracy.

Tell me where the money is,

- or I'll shoot the b*tch.

- Jack!

- Go ahead.

- Jack!

Tell him, please!

Go on.

- Kill her.

- Jack!

What exactly do you want, Jack?

Fey.

Half the money.

Two days head start 'til I

tell you where your half is.

- Is that all?

- It's fair.

- That's better than nothing, Vince.

- Shut up!

What'll it be, Vince?

I need to think this over.

How ya feeling, Jack?

Feeling alright?

How's your finger?

Nice wallet.

Hey!

That bastard's never gonna hurt me again!

Sorry, Fey.

Are you alright?

Open up in there, I'm coming in.

We're almost there.

Get the map out.

- I left it.

- Left it?

Well, we still have to walk out of the state.

I guess we'll have to wing it.

Come on, Fey.

Guess we won't be going to

Maine after all, huh, Jack?

Go ahead, honey.

Finish him off.

- I think I got him.

- Let's make sure.

Hey!

Let's get the hell outta here.

Hey,hey! Gimme that!

No more bullshit, you understand me?

Nice truck, huh?

Hey, genius left the keys.

Take this.

- F*** Jesus!

- F***!

- Bastard!

Turn around! Go back!

- We're gonna have to get outta here, now.

- What do we do? How do we get our money back?

Sh*t!

Unit 52. Shots fired.

I'm in pursuit of a white Cadillac.

Tag numbers are wrong, but the model's correct.

I think it's Jack Andrews.

You're lucky we heard those shots.

- You're gonna have to go to the doctor.

- No.

How bout at the reservation?

There won't be any trouble.

Ok.

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