Catch .44 Page #2

and I gaze at my hotel wall... #

What was all that about?

F***ing jerkoff thought

he could pick me up.

- No.

- So I thought

we could use some gas money.

F***ing jerkoff

tried to pick me up and f*** me

for 45 f***ing bucks.

Wow.

It's 40 more than I'd pay

for your ass.

Ha ha.

- I'm just saying.

- # And I'm phoning a cab #

# 'Cause my stomach feels small,

there's a taste in my mouth. #

So what's the deal?

The deal is we're going

to some shitty isolated diner.

- Where?

- Somewhere across the river.

Why would Mel

send us over there?

He's never sent us

out of the parish before.

'Cause something big

has come up.

Apparently someone's running

a shipment along Mel's route.

Who?

Don't know,

but Mel doesn't like it.

There's a driver who's picking up

a preloaded rig down in the Gulf.

He brings it up the 220 and delivers

the bricks to another driver

who's waiting with the cash.

- Who's the driver?

- That's where we come in.

Mel wants us to get

ahold of the shipment

and find out who the pickup is.

Which brings me to the best part

of this whole operation:

neither man knows the other.

They only know where the diner is.

So driver A isn't going

to do something stupid

and risk getting caught

with a load of dope.

He'll just drive away.

And same goes for B.

I mean the last thing he's going

to do is go crying to the feds

about his drug money

getting ripped off.

We just make sure

we get there before they do

and wait for one of them to show.

Hey!

What?

I was listening.

Other side of the river. Fine.

It's fine?

It's a big f***ing deal, Kara,

so you might want

to pay attention.

Mel wouldn't be too happy

if we f***ed this one up too.

Speaking of which...

- Yeah?

- South on the 140.

Other side of the swamp.

Look for an alligator crawling

across the Chinaman's back.

Well?

What have we got here?

What's going on?

Evenin'!

Eve-evening.

- Little car trouble? Oh.

- Yeah yeah yeah.

Oh, it looks like your tires

are a little low there.

- Uh, yeah yeah.

- Yeah?

- It sure is.

- That's not good to be out here

at this time of night

without any air in your tires.

No.

We got us skeeters out here

the size of footballs.

If the heat don't get you,

they sure as hell will.

That's a recipe

for problems right there.

First thing you're fixin' your tire.

The next thing you know,

you're lying on the side of the road

dying of heat exhaustion.

What's your name, pardner?

Indicott.

Because I'm...

I'm... I'm not in the car.

I'm out of a pot.

I'm Indicott. Get it?

Which is where

I wish I was right now

because I'm so tired

and it's so so so hot out here.

It is hot, isn't it, Indicott?

Well, Indicott, what seems

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