Love Lies Bleeding Page #4

No, no, I felt him.

You're gonna be a great dad.

What did you get?

I verified that she was

a checker in a store...

...in some desert dump

called Round Rock.

Been there six years, no record.

And he was an Iraq War veteran

and a parolee.

- What did he do?

- Assault.

Federal marshals were closing

this nursing home...

...throwing a bunch of old folks out

with typical government tact.

His mom was one of them.

So she goes into cardiac arrest,

he loses his temper.

He gets the long end of the stick

because the guy he beat up was a fed.

Any lawyer with a good haircut

would've got him probation.

Well, lawyers with good haircuts

cost money.

Yeah, I know. Something stinks.

So I guess we think it's a boy, right?

I don't know. Do we?

Well, we keep calling him "him. "

Yeah, I guess we do, don't we?

Maybe we should start thinking

of some names for him.

Well, what if it's a girl?

I think it's a boy.

It feels like a boy.

Joe.

I always liked that name, Joe.

That was my daddy's name.

You knew.

Yeah, I did.

This isn't fair, Duke.

Yeah, I know.

Sometimes it seems that way.

We've come this far.

We finally have

a little one on the way and...

Hey.

I'm gonna take care of this, okay?

I promise.

I understand you're gonna

stick around for a while.

Hopefully only for a couple of days.

Just until we find them.

Well, our captain's

put both choppers out.

No sign of them.

Feels like maybe they've moved on.

Oh, no, they're still around.

How can you be so sure?

I'm a cop.

Seems like you might be

a bit of a gambler too.

Well, from time to time.

Well, we have ourselves a new casino

out by the freeway. Indian.

Thanks for the tip.

Maybe I'll check it out.

Can I get you something?

No. I don't wanna spoil my lunch.

Suit yourself.

One more thing.

What is it, detective?

This couple

you know so much about...

...who allegedly shot up a meth gang

in California.

And a couple of my partners.

Ballistics say the slugs

came from a weapon...

...confiscated in a DEA drug bust

in Palmdale two years ago.

Isn't that interesting?

Makes you wonder how those

weapons got out of DEA lockup.

Well, aren't you an inquisitive lady?

Not ordinarily.

Normally, if I was to hear

that a few gangbangers bought it...

...I'd figure, what the hell,

good riddance to bad rubbish.

But when you learn

that things go missing...

...from inside a law-enforcement

agency, that just wets my whistle.

Because I know someone's gambling

in the big leagues...

...crossing the kinds of lines

that foul our reputation as lawmen.

And generally steals

the pride from my life.

Drives me f***ing crazy.

There you go. See, started cursing.

And I can't help but start to wonder,

do I know any desperate men?

The world's full of them.

You should get that cut looked at.

I think it's infected.

In the dream, it's late afternoon...

...and the shadows are growing long

across a rich, green lawn.

And we got us a big old house

with lots of trees...

...and there's a sprinkler

on the lawn.

And I'm swinging in a hammock...

...just drifting off

on a Sunday afternoon.

And you're sitting on a blanket

in the grass...

...drinking the coolest, sweetest,

ice-cold glass of limeade.

Not that powdered sh*t

they sell in cans.

No. Real limeade.

Fresh squeezed, with real sugar

and loaded with ice cubes.

And we got us a little boy

between us.

He's just about the most special

little boy this world's ever seen.

It's a sunny day, and there's

big old puffy clouds in the sky.

Where is my f***ing money?

Where is my f***ing money?

Duke. Wake up.

We have to give it back.

- What?

- The money.

Not the money we won, the money

from that cop. It's dirty money.

There's no good

that's ever gonna come from it.

Duke. Duke, no, no, please.

That's the only way

we're ever gonna be free of this.

Well, we can't get the money tonight.

The cops will still be there.

We have to find a place to stay,

just for the night. Okay?

I'm scared, Duke.

Me too, baby. Me too.

Yeah, I'm trying to locate

one of your agents.

Pollen's his name.

Yeah, it's an emergency.

Yeah?

Oh, put him through.

That is a proposition

that interests me.

Hey.

Well, that is true.

So you're just gonna hand it over...

...and we all walk away

and live happily ever after?

We'll be happy enough

if we never see your face again.

You must think I'm the stupidest man

on the face of the earth.

- You want the money or not?

- Oh, I definitely want the money.

I just am having a hard time

believing...

...that the guy who stole it is just

gonna hand it over and walk away.

That's what we're offering.

All right, then.

I'll meet you in a half-hour.

I already told you, we're not planning

on seeing you again.

Don't f*** with me on this,

all right?

There's an overpass

five miles east of town.

The money will be there

after 7 tonight. No sooner.

What, it's not there now?

I said, after 7 tonight.

A man can see in two miles

in any direction on that overpass.

I'll know if you're waiting.

The guy's a loser, Pollen.

I think he just wants out.

Are you willing to bet your career

on that? I didn't think so.

What are we gonna do?

He's calling the shots.

The dumb son of a b*tch

doesn't have the money.

- What are you talking about?

- If he had the money...

...he would've put it out on the bridge

before he called.

Explains how he got out of the hotel

without anybody noticing.

He hid the money.

Which means

he's got to go and get it.

Be careful.

It must have been him

on the phone with Pollen.

So it would seem, detective.

So it would seem.

Well, what the f*** is this?

Oh, come on, come on.

Don't screw this up.

Is that one of ours?

Can't be.

F***!

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

I'm just waiting for my husband.

He went across the street

to the casino.

He's a gambler, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah. Breaks up a lot of families.

Yeah.

F***!

F***ing local yokels.

Okay, well, your lights are on.

What?

Your headlights, they're on.

That's why I stopped.

Well, thank you. I'll turn them off.

- You have a nice day, okay?

- Thank you.

Just get back in your car.

There you go. Keep on moving.

What do you make of that?

Dumb son of a b*tch lost the money.

- The money's gone.

- What do you mean it's gone?

I mean it's gone. Like somebody

took it. I don't know who.

Who would have seen you

go into the bushes?

- I don't know, Amber. I don't know.

- Sh*t.

Why doesn't he just arrest them?

That, my friend,

is a curious question.

Why don't we just arrest them?

Patience, Billy. Patience.

He's gonna think we lied. He's gonna

come looking for the money.

We gotta get out of here.

We gotta leave, right now.

You're right.

What?

I'll be right back.

Maybe he's not as dumb

as I thought he was.

I don't know. Those kids

don't look so dangerous to me.

Me neither.

- So, what do you think is going on?

- I don't know, Billy.

But I don't think our DEA friend

is telling us the truth.

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