Truth or Consequences, N.M. Page #6

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I'm pregnant, Ray.

- What are you talking about?

- You're going to be a daddy.

Why didn't you tell me before?

I just didn't want you to think

you had to marry me.

Think I had to marry you?

I wanted to marry you

the first time I saw you.

Come on. We've got to go.

Look at this piece of sh*t.

I found him hiding.

Get him in the house, Curtis.

Addy, load the car.

Get in there.

- What's going on?

- Shut up. Listen to me.

Something's going to go down here,

but help is on the way.

If anything happens before help arrives,

you grab Donna and get her out of here.

I'm a drug enforcement agent.

You never killed that guy.

When Curtis went over to him,

he was still alive.

- Why didn't you tell us before?

- I couldn't trust you. Just stay down.

Hurry up, Addy.

- Just do the deal, Ray.

- I'm going to do the deal.

You Raymond Lembecke?

- That's right.

- I'm Cecil. What have you got?

Come inside.

You don't know who you're f***ing with.

Shut up.

That looks like it hurts.

This is my lucky quarter.

You'd better get one of these.

You don't look that lucky.

- We're going to have to test it.

- Take one.

- You seem a little too nervous, man.

- I'm in a hurry.

It's good.

You're a rich man now.

What're you going to do?

None of your business.

Jesus Christ, look at that!

Sh*t!

Come on!

Drop the weapon!

Go. Stay low.

Gordon, Donna, follow me!

Come on, honey!

We'll be okay.

It's going to be all right.

Stay down.

Gordon! Get down!

Gordon!

- No, I'm not one of them.

- I know.

- Please don't.

- Close your eyes.

Snipers! Verify your targets!

Target verified.

Go, go, go, now!

Give me the gun, Addy.

Give me the gun.

Oh, honey...

Come on.

You're okay.

Hold your fire!

It's going to be okay.

On me!

Raymond!

Raymond, stop!

Stop, goddamn it! Drop it!

I'm a drug enforcement agent!

- I just want to be alone with Addy.

- It's over, man.

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