Recoil Page #3

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- And?

- He's a cop.

Or he was.

The police database

doesn't have a last known.

From Dallas.

Good cop, too.

Couple of medals.

Worked some high-profile

organized crime stings.

What's an ex-Dallas cop doing

all the way up here in Hope?

C'mon, guys, get in there!

Come on!

Hurry up!

That means you, prospect!

All right, you guys quit lollygagging!

Come on! Get in there!

Prospect, I'm watching you.

Knock that sh*t off!

F***! Son of a b*tch!

Yeah, it's just a flat.

Go ahead, I got a spare.

Yeah, I'll check in

as soon as I'm mobile.

F*** you very much.

Start walkin'.

Argh! Oh! Ahh!

Son of a b*tch!

Start walkin'.

Motherf***er!

Crab! Where's Drayke?

He's at the boat. What's up?

We got problems.

Hey... Hey, boss.

One of our trucks got jacked.

- Cops?

- No, not cops.

Definitely not cops.

F***!

Generally, mechanics

look under the hood.

Uh... yeah.

Uh, sorry.

Sorry.

Um.

Hey...

It's a vintage auto.

Had to look, you know?

You wanna get a beer?

- A little early.

Yeah.

You know, I've had this place

for about ten years,

family's for 70.

My dad, his dad.

It's like a story, vivid history.

Like a legacy.

Like The Godfather.

You ever see The Godfather?

Yeah.

What goes on in that bar?

Yuh...

Meth, ca... Ooh!

Heroin, guns.

Drayke, he, uh...

Drayke.

He gets them hooked

on one or the other

and then when you end up

in debt to The Circle...

He kills 'em.

Yeah, if you're lucky.

- They run guns outta there?

- Yeah, the bar or the boat.

Boat? What boat?

The boat.

It's Drayke's other office.

It's like an old, half-sunken,

abandoned ferry.

It's all kinds of wrong.

How do they ship the cargo?

By water or by truck.

The Circle, they've got...

they've got charters

all over the country

and it just moves,

it's back and forth.

And the cops that

they can't pay, they kill.

But this town is the hub

and that boat...

is hell, sir.

Hell. And I'm not joking.

Hell.

Wow, you sure seem pissed off.

Why are you lookin' in my car?

Look, I got no beef with you.

But I gotta keep these

a**holes off of my back

and they're asking me questions.

Tell 'em everything you know.

Protect yourself.

Hang on.

Oh sh*t!

Who is he?

That's Crab.

He's a sergeant at arms.

Hey, what are you doing?

Oh sh*t.

Hold on there.

You don't walk up to me

unless I tell you.

Some kind of hard-ass.

I get it.

- You done f***ed up, boy!

- I hear that a lot.

God damn it!

Ah! You're gonna pay for that.

Disappear.

Where'd you learn

to fight like that?

From fighting.

I got a burnt f***ing truck

five miles north of town.

I wanna know who set it up.

It wasn't us.

They burnt everything.

Ryan Varrett, ex-Dallas PD.

Went off the reservation years ago.

Well, he's way the f***

off the reservation now.

Well, what do you want me to do?

What you always do...

nothin'!

Now, I don't wanna see

a whole lot of new faces in Hope.

No feds, no ATF.

I'll do my best.

Do better.

Ryan Varrett?

Those licensed weapons?

Some are, some aren't.

You going hunting?

You gonna arrest me?

Look, if you move in on Drayke now,

he's gonna expect it.

He's dug in, he's got his covers pulled.

You move now...

we're gonna get real dead,

real quick.

We?

Give me some time.

Let me see if I can invite

some guests to the party.

That way we're not

so outnumbered.

You a good cop, Hedge?

I'm not on the payroll,

if that's what you're asking.

You know how to use one of those?

I could probably figure it out.

I barely know you,

I invite you for dinner?

I didn't want anything more

than just company.

I'm sorry. Lost track of time.

It's nothing.

What happened to yours?

- You don't wanna know.

It's good you know what I want.

I thought you didn't drink.

They were executed.

Listen, you don't

owe me anything.

I should have died, too.

I'm sorry.

The biker turf war, my department

helped take 'em down.

Circle? Are you

talking about The Circle?

The ones I arrested were

from a small-time local club.

They wouldn't turn the others in.

- So you came here for what'?

- I came here for Rex Salgado.

But you're sticking around

for big brother?

Argh! No! Agh!

You're getting friendly with Varrett.

Please.

I'm disappointed, Kirby.

Disappointed, but I understand.

A man's gotta choose sides.

You chose wrong.

But...

you made a choice.

Okay.

- I'll do whatever you want.

- Yeah, sure, now.

C'mon, you gotta give me more time.

Varrett's like a lockbox.

- The man doesn't talk.

- Shh-sh!

You ever been to the joint, Kirby?

No.

The penitentiary changes you.

My first jolt...

conspiracy to distribute.

Now, my first night in the joint,

I got what was called...

"covered wagon".

Blanket party.

Different penitentiaries have

different names, same thing.

Six hard-hitting

motherfuckers...

"blacks, whites, Mexicans"

Okay, okay, okay.

Look, he... used to be a cop.

He sounds like he's from Texas.

He drives a GTX.

I don't know what else I can

tell you about this guy.

They throw a blanket...

over the bars in the cell

so the guards can't see

what's coming down.

Then they torture you...

cut you...

beat you half to death.

It's like a free-for-all.

I got even

with every one of 'em.

And then when I got out...

I got them cops' name.

Made them pay.

Made their families pay.

'Cause that's what I do

to people that f*** with me.

Gotta balance the books.

Do you understand what I mean?

Jesus Christ!

Darcy... Darcy, you don't wanna see this.

You don't wanna see this.

Is it him?

Darcy! What are you doing?

What are you doing'?

Give me the gun.

What are you doing?

Give me the gun.

I thought we had an agreement.

Jesus.

That was some kinda

Mad Max sh*t out there.

We'll take care of it.

But I'm gonna need you to

run some interference.

Like I have a choice.

You always have

a choice... Sheriff.

You sober?

Want me to lie to you?

Well, either way,

you did the right thing.

Good.

- What are you talking about?

- The feds.

The feds are here?

It's a biker town.

- People come and go.

- Yeah, but in body bags'?

Rex Salgado's death

was an accident.

So he just strapped himself

to the hood of his car?

Now, you don't watch CSI, Sheriff?

Look, I know it was no accident,

so if I know, The Circle knows.

You don't think they're out there

looking for payback?

Do you have any suspects?

There aren't any.

I interviewed Drayke personally.

As far as he knows,

it was an accident.

Well, then, I'll let you

get back to work.

How long you think

you'll be stayin?

As long as it takes.

Corner pocket.

You okay with those fingers?

How about I break yours?

You gonna shoot or what?

Shut up!

What the f***?

Hey, you're gonna

wanna put that back.

Looks like you scratched.

Kick his ass.

They put my name in lights .

I ride in limousines .

Transcontinental ights .

Cocaine dreams

I got my house in the Hills...

There's no sign of him.

Keep lookin'.

Yes, sir.

Kill 'em.

Who?

Everyone!

Yes, sir.

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