Killshot Page #2
You have something to wear, a suit,
or something? You wanna look the part.
See, that's why I need a
f***ing partner, man. I mean it...
now, I've no patience
for details, like that.
- You ever worked with anyone before?
- My brothers.
One is in prison for ever.
And my kid brother is dead.
You remind me of him.
He was a stupid guy.
So, huh...
Black... Blackbird,
how's 10,000 sound?
Bird.
Bird?
That's what my kid brother
used to call me.
Alright, Bird, we got a deal?
I told you wouldn't know which one
I'm gonna be when I came in.
Remember it?
What?
On the phone?
I think you wanna talk to somebody
downstairs that'll help you out.
You see that?
He's playing dumb?
Well, he's f***ing with you.
You're gonna try to tell me
Huh?
No, I think he said
he don't believe...
what you told him
on the telephone.
Show him you mean it.
Am I making my point?
Give me the cash,
or you're a dead
f***ing real estate man.
Okay, you win.
It's downstairs, in the car.
Welcome to Nelson
Davies Reality.
You own this business and
I like to think
success hasn't changed me.
Wayne.
- Who the f*** is Wayne?
- Beats me.
Hey, let's go.
- Wayne
- What's going on here?
Hey, forget it,
let's get out of here.
No, he ain't...
Lock the door!
Call the cops!
F***!
For a job.
Wait a minute, I said that
Nelson knew I was coming by.
It was hardly an appointment.
His wife's an employee, no need
to talk about Wayne dropping by.
Hence the suit.
- But you're an iron worker?
- Hence the boots.
I'm looking at other things, OK?
It's just an odd time
to appear, that's all.
- Lunch? There's nobody here.
- I was here.
Because I could be
making some claims.
- Like the window... damages.
- You didn't know these guys?
No, sir.
Because nobody witnessed
you arriving separately.
Wait just a minute,
they shot at my husband.
- Mr. Colson.
you knew nothing about
these blackmail calls?
- Hey, I don't know about any calls.
- What blackmail calls?
There were some calls last week.
Huh, creeps, I told the police.
But not us? Those creeps
had guns, Nelson.
- Please.
- Wayne.
A**hole.
I'm bleeding something fierce here, man.
Let's go to Marine City, I wanna see Donna.
- Who the f*** is Donna?
- She's this woman I'm staying with.
Now, she's cool, man,
I told her about you.
It's on the way to "Port Hell".
My brothers and I come up here
one time to kill a guy.
No sh*t.
- What'd he do?
- I didn't ask 'em.
That, doesn't make sense to me.
I gotta... be pissed
at a guy when I kill him.
Why didn't you just shoot him?
in the f***ing window!
The only time you ever
take out your gun...
- is when you gonna kill somebody.
- Yeah, well you could've right there.
It's the same as a hunter.
The guy who knows what he's doing,
he don't take the shot...
if he thinks he can miss.
If he does, he's gotta find
Two apart.
woman there? What...
What the woman do?
She saw my face.
You don't ever
leave things undone,
even if you think somebody's
Some people were asking
after you this morning.
What people?
They said they were friends
of yours, from Toronto.
What you tell 'em?
I told them
I hadn't seen you in years.
You see my friend's face, Lionel?
Fell of a ladder.
Got cut up,
couldn't go to work.
I said, hey...
let's go duck hunting.
You free to take us?
Weather's supposed to turn.
Why don't we go anyway.
- Richie's never seen a marsh before.
- I've seen a marsh
Come on, Lionel.
This won't take long.
You okay?
Guess so.
That Indian guy freaked me out.
Walk you in?
- So, what things are you looking at.
- Huh?
Back there with the police you said
you were looking at other things?
Yeah...
I'm looking at anything. You said
I'm a dinosaur, either change or die.
- I never said that.
- Then I'm saying it.
So, today is the day you decide to
come in about a job in real estate.
- Well, I could sell a house.
- Absolutely.
Anyway... thank god
you showed up in that suit.
Yeah...
Dangerous suit.
- Got married in it, got shot at in it.
- And you look great in it.
- Anyway, thanks.
- Anytime.
Wayne.
It's a deer. Get some rest.
If you need anything,
just call the Hillcrest Motel.
- I don't see any birds.
- You wanna hunt ducks?
You watch the sky.
- It looks different. All this water.
- Maybe you never came down this far,
you and your brothers.
There're no cats and dogs
around here to shoot.
Last time I saw you,
you were...
you were hunting with some...
guy in a tan working jacket.
Seemed like a nice guy.
What was his name?
- Karl.
- Wayne.
If you can't remember the rest,
we'll go back and ask your...
wife and daughter.
- Wayne Colson.
- Where does he live?
Alkeneck.
Is he married?
- Kids?
- They couldn't.
Hey, there's something.
Looks like you're gonna
have trouble with this one.
He might shoot
the wrong bird.
What's that supposed to mean?
Ducks don't land in trees.
Why don't we go over there?
Stretch our legs.
You want to go first?
You know you really piss me off!
Tell me ducks
don't land in trees.
I know ducks
don't land in trees.
Bird, you coming?
Excuse me.
This is my house.
Oh, yeah...
- It's a dump.
- You certainly have your nerve.
Donna.
Donna...
this is Bird. He'll be staying
with us for a few days.
- What happened to your face?
- I got in a fight. We got any beers?
Well, why don't you fix us
something to eat...
and I'll go get some.
Richie...
don't call me Bird no more.
What'd you want me to call ya?
My name... Armand.
Ar~mand... Armand?
Are you serious?
Listen...
When she's making all this
f***ing noise in there,
it means, she's pissed off.
Why don't you go in there...
and give her a pat on the ass.
You want the Weight Watchers
chicken patty or the regular?
Ritchie said you used to be
a hack in a joint.
That how you met?
I was in catering services.
He said you got... fired
for screwing the inmates.
out there?
If you could be
any kind of bird there is,
what kind of bird would you be?
What're you doing here?
- Just need a place to stay.
- For how long?
Couple of days. Got some
business to take care of.
You want some bacon
with your chicken patties?
- Thanks.
- Sure...
oh... my pleasure.
I was busy, but, huh...
staring at the ceiling.
Anyway, it turned out to be
nothing... I'm so jumpy, sorry.
- It's okay.
- I'm sorry.
No, no, go to bed, I'll grab a beer
at least till you're asleep.
But there's really no need.
Oh...
now you're not scared,
I can't have a beer...
Wayne you shouldn't really
even have keys to the house.
I'm confused, because for a second
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