Blunt Force Trauma Page #2

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but, sir, not my driving privileges, right?

Arma!

Hands behind your back! Both of you!

Hands behind your back.

Oh, f*** me.

How well do you know this man?

I picked him up hitchhiking.

But, sir, he's been a perfect gentleman.

A gentleman with guns

and a bulletproof vest.

Are you any good?

Yeah, what are we doing?

He's in.

Yeah... I don't think so.

You say that like you have a choice.

Which one?

Which one?

Okay... this one, then.

This vest took a hit.

So.

Once a vest takes a bullet, it tears,

bends the Kevlar fibers, it's no good.

You better be faster, then.

Probably he's gonna hurt

the f*** out of you.

Probably.

You know what? He's right.

It was a bullshit arrest.

We don't help petty criminals...

they don't f***ing learn anything.

Over time, it starts to...

it starts to wear on your soul.

And this won't?

He gets a chance.

Is something more to this?

Your money gives you freedom.

What could be more than that? Huh?

Cinco.

Cuatro.

Tres.

Dos.

Did you mean my money for my freedom?

Or my money and my freedom?

Damn, you're fast... and accurate.

Good thing.

John?

Yeah.

Are we cop killers?

Just cop wounders.

Sh*t.

We, uh... gonna need new vests.

What happened here?

I drink a lot. Might've fallen down.

On a claw hammer, maybe.

Look like more bullet wounds.

Well, there'd be more bullets.

You get a hole in your arm,

you go to the doctor.

You wear a bulletproof vest,

maybe you don't think you're hurt.

This time, a few cracks.

Next time, the ribs break,

the pieces cut up your lungs.

Want more money?

Up north, they wear vests,

and shoot at each other.

But the idea is they don't die.

They just come down here,

find people to make money from them.

Doctors, even.

Old City's on the boards...

tomorrow night.

You drive. I can sleep in the car.

John, she just told you another hit

could hand you some serious damage.

I won't take another hit.

Fine. F*** it, not my responsibility.

It's different now.

You've picked up some dings.

I had to, didn't I? To get my fight?

You don't want the fight.

You want the ten seconds

before the fight.

$20,000 buy in,

he gives five-to-one odds.

I don't want them.

You get them anyway.

There's a roadhouse

down behind the mountain.

Get there before the end of the month.

Guy says Red was in the Flats

four days ago.

So I can get you that far. After that...

I can give you a few extra days

to look around.

I owe you that much.

You "owe me"? For what?

Not the sex. The looking out.

You owe me for the sex.

A**hole.

You intend to kill Red or fight him?

I don't know.

Guess that's the kind of thing

you can't know until you're there.

There's a fight Thursday nights

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