Shimmer Lake Page #4

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and Chris Morrow.

All three suspects are considered

armed and dangerous.

Sheriff Ezekiel Sikes was shot and wounded

as he attempted to foil the robbery.

Ed shot Zeke? Holy sh*t!

Hey, where are you going?

- I've gotta call my brother.

- Are you nuts?

- He's the one who ratted us out.

- We don't know that for sure.

Who else could it be?

Oh, gee, Chris, maybe it was the cops

who pulled us over for speeding

half a mile from the f***ing bank!

- We were making a getaway.

- Ugh!

I'll take you. I'll just drive you.

No, no! Listen, cockbrain,

you've gotta get your sh*t together.

Your car is blazing hot.

- You gotta stash it somewhere.

- Where?

Anywhere. One of the barns

around here or something.

Okay, then what?

Okay.

Chris, listen to me. Listen good, okay?

You are gonna stash your car

in one of these barns.

Then, you are gonna do nothing.

You are gonna say there.

You're gonna stay put.

Do you understand me?

Until tonight. You are gonna meet me

at ten o'clock at Rudy's scrapyard.

Okay? By then, I should know

more of what's going on.

Rudy's scrapyard, ten.

- You have a watch?

- Sure, yeah.

- Know how to tell time?

- It's digital.

Okay, and if you get caught,

you don't know anything.

Shouldn't be a problem.

- You're not all gone, are you, Chris?

- Not yet, no.

[groans]

[vehicle approaching]

Sorry I'm late.

I saw her coming back from the cemetery.

Figured it was better

than sitting in front of an empty house.

Uh-huh.

- [sighs] Hey, Steph, how you feeling?

- How am I feeling?

Like the idiot wife of an ex-con

who just shot a cop and split town.

- How are you feeling?

- Not great, either.

[sighs]

Has Ed been acting strange at all, lately?

You notice anything?

Strange how? Like, did I see him

with a bunch of his scumbag friends

sitting around the kitchen table,

going over the blueprints

of the local bank,

talking about how they were gonna rob it?

Yeah, uh, yeah, like that.

Be back in a sec.

You know, I'm just asking questions.

You don't have to be mean.

- I take it you're Sheriff Sikes?

- Zeke.

- How's your shoulder, Zeke?

- Eh, it hurts.

Yeah, I'm sure it does.

- Kurt Biltmore. This here's Kyle Walker.

- Hey.

Kurt, Kyle. Mind if I speak first?

By all means.

Fellas, this here is a local matter.

It's a local crime committed

by locals against locals.

Sh*t, as I'm sure you're aware,

one of the guys involved

is my own goddamn brother.

In high school, we all played

on the same football team.

We all know each other, so...

I assure you, if anybody's capable

of catching these guys,

catching them

before there's any further bloodshed,

it's gonna be my partner and I.

That being said,

when it comes time to make arrests,

you guys feel free

to take every ounce of credit.

So, if you don't mind

taking a bit of a back seat,

we'll be happy to paint you

as the heroes.

How's that sound?

- May I?

- Oh, by all means.

Okay.

Zeke, I appreciate

your being frank with us,

so I'm gonna go ahead

and return the favor.

And go ahead and stop me

if I say something

that rubs you the wrong way, okay?

We understand

that what happened here last night

is a very serious matter

around these parts,

but, as far as the Bureau's concerned,

it's not exactly 9/11 part two.

You know? If it wasn't for the fact

that the bank is federally insured,

then we would not be down here

messing around in your affairs.

So, if you were expecting

a couple of, uh... [chuckles]

Grizzled FBI guys charging in here

and giving you the high hat,

well, you're gonna be happily mistaken.

Kurt and I are like the B team.

Well, we're like the B team to the D team.

Yeah, we're the E team.

So your arrangement sounds

just perfect to us.

All right. Sounds like we're gonna

get along just fine.

Reed Ethington,

I'd like you to meet the two gentlemen

our government has sent down here

to assist us in our hour of need.

So, let's head over to Morrow's place.

If any of 'em are dumb enough

to head home, it'd have to be Chris.

We'll follow you.

[whistling]

What's a nice girl like you

doing in a place like this?

It's my brother's car.

Your brother, the bank robber,

drives a Porsche?

It's an example of how the local knowledge

might come in handy.

- I'll say.

- Care to elaborate?

It's complicated. Let's just see

what we find in Morrow's place.

Mice, I'm guessing.

Or a raccoon. Maybe a sheep.

Chris?

Chris, it's Zeke Sikes!

Chris?

Chris?

Chris, Zeke Sikes!

If you're in there...

I'm coming in!

Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to get up!

Chris...

[sheep bleating]

[phone ringing, vibrating]

- [chicken clucking]

- [phone ringing, vibrating]

[sheep bleating]

[phone ringing, vibrating]

[sheep bleating]

[cow mooing]

[chicken clucking]

- Hello?

- Hey, Chris, it's Steph.

- Steph, really?

- Where are you?

- [cow mooing]

- Oh! Uh, no, I-I can't say.

- Listen, Ed called. He wants to meet up.

- He does?

- Andy said he tried to screw us over.

- That's not true.

Zeke took a shot at him.

Ed had to shoot back.

He made a break for it,

same as you guys.

No, no, not the same as us

because he's the one

that ended up with all the money.

Right, well, he wants to settle up,

split the cash,

and then we all go our separate ways.

Well...

I can't go nowhere

until after I meet up with Andy at ten.

No, Chris, just you.

Ed doesn't trust

that Andy won't do something stupid.

But he can trust you, right?

Of course, he can trust me.

Good. You have a pen?

- Where's Daddy?

- Oh, Daddy had to work late, sugarplum.

I mean, you know,

this is all just a big mistake.

Andy would never get involved

in anything like this.

Martha, I saw him there

with my own two eyes.

Well, your eyes deceived you,

plain and simple.

- Oh, yeah? Then where the hell is Daddy?

- He's working late, goddamn it!

I'm sorry. I know you're upset, too.

- Hey, how's your shoulder?

- What happened to your shoulder?

- I fell and bumped into a tree.

- That was pretty silly.

Yeah, well... I'm a pretty silly guy.

See ya!

[speaking Spanish]

Gracias, amigos.

- Adis.

- Peace.

Adis.

- Chris!

- Steph?

- Over here.

- Is that you?

Hurry up!

Hey, I made it!

Is that... Is that what I think it is?

Sh*t.

- Chris, have you changed your clothes?

- Since when?

- Since you robbed the bank?

- Oh, no.

Here. Put on something of Ed's.

Where is Ed anyway?

He went to get a passport.

We're going to Mexico.

- [shower running]

- Oh, well, that's smart.

Ed's a smart guy.

Listen, do you mind

if I hop in the shower?

You want to take a shower?

Mm-hmm.

Uh...

Yeah. Okay.

I always figured you sorta hated me

on account of what happened to Ed Jr.

That was an accident.

Put your gun down, Chris. Relax.

Who the hell are you?

You know who I am, son.

I'm Judge Dawkins.

What the hell are you doing here?

Well, Ed and Steph asked me to...

Chris, don't trust him.

Steph, what the hell's going on?

Chris, if he takes the money,

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