Blood Punch Page #3

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I just f***ing quit.

Hey Milton, look... I mean...

I'm sorry about sticking a gun

in your face back there, huh?

No hard feelings, right?

- Hey, forget it.

- No man sincerely...

I apologize... I mean I

had no idea who you were.

Right? Tell him, baby.

He had no idea who you were.

It's ok.

No man, it's not ok. You know

we're partners now, right?

And as your partner, I'm

gonna insist on providing you

with an opportunity to

make us all f***ing rich.

Sure, sounds good.

Really?

I mean, you don't sound so sure...

like you wanna get f***ing rich.

Does he baby?

You don't sound so sure that

you wanna get f***ing rich.

No... hell yeah, I'm sure!

It's the reason I'm here.

But it wasn't the reason, was it?

No... wasn't the money.

There was something else

pulling us up that mountain.

Something stronger.

And let's just take a moment...

to be completely honest

with each other here.

We knew we were headed for trouble.

We didn't know exactly how much and

we didn't know exactly what kind...

but we knew it was coming.

What we didn't know...

was the answer to the only

question that really mattered.

The question that I'm

here to answer for you.

Was... she... worth it?

Well, kids...

We're home.

And uh... you have a buyer lined up,

someone reliable because

your average dealer is not

gonna be able to handle

that kind of weight.

Oh don't you worry about that, partner...

Archer is not your average dealer.

And what about the pseudoephedrine?

Hey. We'll worry about that

tomorrow. Tonight we celebrate.

Right but the pseudo,

I mean, you do have it...

Oh, I've got it, partner...

but here's the thing...

if I tell you where it is

now what's to stop you...

just putting a bullet in me?

Well, I can think of a long

list of things, Russell...

but number one would have

to be the fact that...

I don't even have a f***ing gun.

He doesn't have a gun.

Well, you do now.

You do now...

Cozy place you got here.

Real cozy.

It's a hunting lodge, Milton... and

hunting season is a good four months away.

That's the satellite phone,

the one Archie gave you.

Shut it off.

Baby, you're being paranoid. It's

not even getting a signal up here.

And it stays off until we're ready

to call that little weasel and deal...

otherwise I throw it into

the f***ing fire right now.

Hey, Milton!

Milton, get in here man, get some

of this good stuff up in ya, huh?

There ya go.

Baby, tell him he can have

one of your cigarettes.

You can have one of my cigarettes.

You don't like guns

very much, do you Milton?

Well... I'll tell you, Russell.

I like 'em a whole lot more when

they're not pointed right at me.

See, that's what I thought.

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