Blood Punch Page #2

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First you remind me that I've got

nothing waiting for me when I get out.

Just, you know... a future of

flipping burgers, pumping gas.

Well, that's probably true.

Right, and then you point out

that I'm too smart for that...

That is would be a shame to

let my talents go to waste.

I sound pretty convincing so

far... what do I say after that?

Well next you insist that I come

and cook crank for you instead.

That's right, you should.

Sure, but here's what

you're not gonna tell me.

When this lab of yours gets

raided, I go to jail... real jail.

And your lab will get raided

it's only a matter of time.

Exactly... a matter of time.

That's why the amount of time

we're talking about here is one day.

One day?

One day and one day only.

That's it.

You're set for life.

Set for life... well uh how

much could I cook in one day?

You tell me... Say you're starting

with a base of 50 kilograms of pure

pharmaceutical grade

pseudoephedrine powder.

That's 100 pounds.

That's 110 pounds.

No one, and I mean no one, can get

their hands on that much pseudoephedrine.

Russell can.

Russell... well who's Russell?

Before we go any further I need

to make sure you understand this.

Russell is dangerous.

A pure 100% psychopath.

Well your psychopath must have

made a deal with the devil...

to get his hands on that much pseudo.

Russell didn't make a deal

with the devil, he is the devil.

He's also my boyfriend.

I see.

So uh... that's the catch.

Nope.

Catch is... this day we're talking about...

It's tomorrow.

Wait.

Like tomorrow tomorrow? As

in the day after today...

It has to be tomorrow Milton...

The buyer's already lined up.

Skyler I've got four more month in here

and you think you can come in and...

Russell is breaking us

out of here! Tonight.

Us?

Me and the cook, the best cook I can find.

If that's you I need to know now.

It's ok, it's just the storm.

No...

It's not, it's Russell.

He's already here.

Well, where are you going?

I have to make sure he

doesn't kill anybody.

911, What is your emergency?

911, What is your emergency?

911, What is your emergency?

Freeze, motherf***er!

Drop the weapon.

No, it's just a flashlight...

Then drop the f***ing

flashlight, motherf***er!

Hands, motherf***er!

Let me see those hands!

Look it's ok there's no reason to...

To what?

Blow your f***ing head off?

I don't need a reason.

All I need is a f***ing gun!

Russell?

Russell, no! No! This is him!

This is our guy! This is Milton.

You...

You're our cook?

Well, damn.

In that case Milton it's

a real pleasure to meet ya.

Welcome aboard.

Uh... Skyler never said

anything about you being a cop.

Well, that's cause I'm not. Not anymore...

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