The Counselor Page #2

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Or for your associates.

Yeah, well...

They have a real aversion to

mixing business with pleasure.

Do you know what a bolito is?

No.

A bolo is one of

those skinny neckties

or one of those things

you throw in Argentina.

Yeah, right.

No. In this case,

it's a mechanical device

and it has this

small electric motor

with this rather

incredible compound

gear that

retrieves a steel cable.

Battery-driven.

And the cable is made out

of some unholy alloy,

almost impossible to cut it.

And it's in a loop.

And you come up behind the guy

and you drop it over his head

and you pull the free end of

the cable tight and walk away.

No one ever even sees you.

And pulling

the cable activates the motor

and the noose starts to tighten

and it continues to tighten

until it goes to zero.

It cuts the guy's head off.

Yeah, well, it can.

There's nothing he can do.

No.

Jesus.

Yeah.

How long does it take?

Oh...

Three,

four minutes, five maybe.

It depends on your collar size.

You're shitting me.

No, no, no.

It's just that

there's no easy way

to turn the thing off,

or reason to.

It just keeps running until the

noose closes completely and then...

It self-destructs.

Actually, you're probably dead

in less than a minute.

From strangulation?

No.

The wire cuts through

the carotid arteries

and then sprays blood

all over the spectators

and everybody goes home.

Sweet.

Yeah, sweet.

Think about it, Counselor.

Here you go, ma'am.

Thank you.

Enjoy your meal.

Thank you.

I have something to

discuss with you

and I'm a bit scared.

Hmm.

Have you been bad?

No.

Actually,

I don't have that much to discuss, so...

Let me just give you this

and tell me what you think.

Will you?

Don't leave me hanging, here.

Yes, I will!

Try it.

What, you didn't know?

I knew

but I was scared anyway.

That's good.

It's so beautiful.

You are a glory.

I'm a glory?

Yes.

As in "glorious."

You're a glorious woman.

And you're a man

of impeccable taste.

Sorry,

I shouldn't have said that.

You can't take it back.

Here.

I intend to love

you until I die.

Me first.

Not on your life.

That's a nice ring.

How many carats is it?

I don't know.

You don't know?

No.

You've gotta be kidding me.

No, I don't know.

Let me see it.

No, take it off.

Mmm.

It's a 3.5 carat.

Maybe 3.8.

It's a nice stone.

It's Asscher cut.

Thank you.

Good color.

Probably an F, or a G.

Nothing visible,

so at least a VS2.

Wanna know how much it's worth?

No.

You really don't, do you?

I really don't.

So, have you set a date?

Not yet.

I really want to get married in the Church.

And he's okay with that.

He was married before,

so I thought that would be a problem.

But the church doesn't recognize

other marriages, so...

Are you nervous?

A little bit.

Sometimes I am.

So, you're a church lady?

I go. It's important to me.

And what about confession?

Yeah.

Well, maybe not so much.

Does the priest

ever ask you about sex?

He doesn't ask,

but you're supposed to tell him everything.

And all the nasty sh*t you did,

you're just

supposed to pretend like

you're never gonna

do it again, right?

I guess.

Hmm. Strange.

And suppose you've done

something really nasty?

He doesn't press

you for the details?

I don't think so.

You're blushing.

Mm-mmm.

Okay,

we can change the subject.

We'll talk about my sex life.

You're teasing.

Just rattling your cage.

What a world.

Do you think

the world is strange?

I meant yours.

Hello?

Reiner, are you there?

Counselor.

I think I'm in.

You can't think, Counselor.

You're in or you're out.

All right, I'm in. And thanks.

Don't thank me yet.

I won't say, "I hope you know what

you're doing" because you don't.

But, money problems

are serious problems.

You keep telling yourself

it's not as bad as it appears

and then one morning, you realize

it's worse. - Am I close?

My back is against

the f***ing wall, man.

I believe you.

Do you have the cash?

I'll have it Thursday.

All right.

I'll call

Westray and set it up.

Counselor.

Westray.

It's not dark

enough in here for you?

Wow.

That's a dandy. What happened?

Confrontation with a doorman.

"Confrontation"?

Jesus.

What did you say to him?

I think I told him that he

was not to take it personally

but he should go f*** himself.

What did he say to that?

He said, "I'm gonna hurt you,

white person."

What will you have?

I'll have a Heineken.

Make it two.

I didn't know you

got into donnybrooks.

I don't.

Anyway,

it was in another country.

And besides,

the wretch is dead.

No, but I sent a pair of reliable

chaps to speak with him.

Bloody expensive, too.

You surprise me.

Counselor,

I'm just a middle man.

I know the smallest

crumb can devour us.

You learn not to let anything pass.

You can't afford to.

I should keep that in mind.

You might keep that in mind.

So, fire away.

All right.

What do you do with the money?

What do I do,

or what does one do?

What do you do?

Mine goes offshore.

We can talk about it if you like,

but you can't use my people.

All right.

Okay. Let me make a call.

All right.

What else?

You seem unsettled.

I'm all right.

Uh...

What's the buy-out

for this whole deal?

Net net?

Yeah. Net net.

It's hard to put

a cold dollar on it.

You don't know what your

expenses are up front.

It's 625 kilos,

goes for about $50 an ounce in Colombia.

And the street value in Dallas

can go as high as two grand.

Is that where it's going?

Dallas?

No, it's going to Chicago.

Don't write that down.

We're probably

looking at 20 million.

Maybe a little more.

It's 21,900 ounces.

Good return on your investment.

Did you do that in your head?

No, I remembered it.

But I know someone who

could do that in her head.

I'll bet you're right.

If you're not in,

you need to tell me.

I'm all right.

Here we go.

No, you're good.

Thank you.

Well, cheers.

A plague of pustulant boils

upon all their scurvid asses.

Is that your normal toast?

Increasingly.

So, if the drug wars stop

this will dry up, right?

Let's just say,

it will be more than risky.

That's the thing

Reiner doesn't seem to get.

You may have

noticed his lifestyle

has become increasingly lavish.

I've noticed.

I don't set foot in his clubs.

And I miss the bastard.

We used to share

a taste for exotic women.

In fact, a few times

shared the women themselves.

That wouldn't include the present one,

would it?

Now, why would you ask me that?

No reason. Sorry.

The answer is no, of course.

The civil answer.

But I see a murky picture

forming in that mind of yours.

How well do you know Malkina?

Not very well. Why?

Because you don't know someone

until you know what they want

is why.

I'll try and remember that.

Good.

And Reiner?

Reiner.

Reiner is beyond advising.

Reiner thinks

nothing bad can happen.

And he's in love.

You two are going

to open a new club?

Is that all right?

Sure. Why not?

What the f***.

Do you know how many people were

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