Next of Kin Page #4

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I'll fix it so he won't get off.

That's why I'm taking you in.

Get up, big brother.

This is better than television.

You... You ain't one of us no more.

You might talk mountain

and fight mountain...

...but in your heart,

you ain't family no more.

You're just a cop

that came from the hills.

Jessie. Jessie?

Hey.

What are you...?

What are you doing here?

What?

You got accepted to

the Chicago Symphony?

No? No, that's not it?

Well, then what?

No.

Yes?

Yes? You're serious?

Is it true, really?

Can I...? Ls it okay to touch it?

- It's down here.

- Oh, yeah.

I love you.

I got a deal for you.

First, I wanna know everything

that was in Gerald's letters.

Pure and simple, it's like this.

Anything you have that might help us

catch Joey Rosselini, you share with me.

We find him, we turn him over

to stand trial.

What I need from you

is to help me find David Jenkins.

He was with Gerald when he was killed.

I'm betting on the fact that he saw it.

If I don't agree, you're gonna take me

back to lockup? That's your deal?

That's my deal.

Take me back to jail, then.

We both know who killed Gerald.

When I get out, I'll settle it.

Okay, if that's the way you want it.

But while you're sitting down there

waiting on your butt...

...I'm gonna find the proof on Rosselini

and I'm gonna put him away myself.

What if this here Rosselini feller

should take another shot at me?

Am I supposed to stand around

with my hands in my pockets?

Well, I sure as hell ain't.

Got a deal?

I guess we got a deal.

You sure this is the place?

That's the place, all right.

Just like he wrote me.

- What can I get you?

- Two Old Styles on draft.

Draft, hell. I want a bottle.

You would.

Two bottles and a little information.

You know a guy by the name of

David Jenkins? Comes here a lot.

- You still want your beers?

- Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

The preacher wants to talk to you.

The preacher?

Now.

I never say no to a man of the cloth.

Briar.

- This fella wants us to follow him.

- Not me!

Look out!

You sons of...

You won't believe this,

but we don't want trouble.

All we wanna know

is where to find David Jenkins.

Who is it wants to know?

Truman and Briar Gates,

Gerald Gates' brothers.

You've come to the wrong place.

No, they didn't.

- Are you David Jenkins?

- Yeah.

Can we talk to you outside?

Come on.

I'd like to show you some photographs.

I can look at your pictures,

but I didn't see anything, okay?

You know, you're just as dumb

as he was.

I told him to pull over,

let them take what they wanted...

...but he wouldn't listen.

You keep pushing this thing,

you'll wind up the same way.

These are bad people.

You don't mess with them.

David, you can't hide from them.

They'll get you.

Mister.

If you're the same feller

that Gerald wrote me about...

...you're gonna hate yourself for

a long time for not looking at these.

You recognize either of these two?

Yeah. They were there.

- Now, were they in the truck with him?

- No.

And him.

- In the truck?

- Yeah.

And him. Two in the truck.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Man, if Gerald could see

the two of you...

Stay out.

I say we go to

the vending company now...

...and get them while

they're not expecting it.

This ain't Kentucky, Briar.

And the deal was if we found them,

we let the cops deal with them.

And right now,

we're only halfway there.

How's it feel?

A little bit like I was

hit head-on by a coal truck.

Hey, remember the time...

...I took Betty Jean to the movies

and you thought she was your girl?

- She was, damn it.

- Bullshit.

And we duked it out

until 3 in the morning.

Yeah.

- That was a bad one, all right.

- Yeah.

Betty Jean.

Man, you should see her today.

A real scuzzbucket.

- No sh*t?

- Yeah.

Hard to believe we had a fight

over the likes of her.

We had some doozies.

- Yeah, we made a mean pair too.

- Yeah.

It weren't the same after you left.

I'm gonna be a father, Briar.

- No kidding?

- No kidding.

A kid? Goddamn.

- A little nephew, huh?

- Uncle Briar.

Uncle Briar. Yeah.

I appreciate you

letting me stay here tonight.

I have to tell you,

I think what you're doing is wrong.

You're welcome to stay as long

as you're in town, just like Gerald...

...but this is my home...

...and my family. And anything

you do that threatens that...

...is gonna make you unwelcome here.

Okay?

Good night.

Truman?

Truman?

Where is he? I told him

to wake me early.

I'm sorry. I'll be right back, okay?

- Where is he, Jessie?

- He's at work.

The hell he is. He went after

those sons of b*tches without me.

Without you? Went after who?

What are you talking about?

Last night we found out who

killed Gerald. Didn't he tell you?

We made a deal.

I help him find the killers...

...he keeps me with him

till we catch them.

But he lied to me.

He planned to get them by himself

the whole time.

- Hey, Julie.

- Good morning, Mr. Isabella.

- Have fun.

- Hi.

Could I get some coffee? Thanks.

Good morning.

Good morning.

How's this for a headline?

"Chicago Mobster's Son

Indicted for Murder. "

Don't worry, Lawrence. Nobody's here.

- I haven't done anything illegal.

- Oh, really?

Well, I had an interesting talk with

a fella last night who claims different.

My man said you were in the back

of the truck when my brother was killed.

- That's good.

- Enjoy.

Why not bring him in

if he saw everything?

Oh, I will. Unfortunately for you, it's

enough to put you away for murder.

Even if you were

just standing around in there.

- That's the law.

- That's...

I don't want you, Lawrence.

You know who I want.

I want the man who pulled the trigger.

I want the man you saw do it.

No. No.

- He doesn't have the money.

-I don 't care.

Irene, he doesn't have the money.

Look, Irene...

I gotta call you back. Lawrence?

Yo.

What's the matter? You look like sh*t.

Hey, talk to me.

Think of me as your brother.

Perfect. That's all for today.

I'll see you next week. All right?

Hey, Jessie.

Gates.

Jessie? Jessie, what's wrong, honey?

Somebody threw red paint in my face.

They knew my name...

...and they were waiting for me.

Stay inside, I'll be right there.

- I can't get it out of my eyes.

- Just stay there.

Listen to me, Jessie...

Relax, Lawrence.

Everything's taken care of.

Well, what if it doesn't work?

Well, that's what we're gonna

go check on right now.

See, your father taught me something

early on:

Don't leave anything to chance.

Rhino.

Bring me the hillbilly's shotgun.

Jessie?

Jessie?

Jessie?

Jessie?

Jessie?

Jessie?

What are you doing? Stop it!

Okay?

- Listen to me.

- You lied to me.

- I didn't lie to you, Jessie.

- You didn't tell me everything.

- Come here. Come here, baby.

- What's going on?

- Come here. Come here.

- What's going on?

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Briar, I tried to stop them

but there was nothing I could do.

- Sh*t!

- Who are they?

What's going on?

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