Cold Blooded Page #2

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I bet we have some laughs.

I don't know...

I don't tend to find the humor

in killing my partner.

I never killed anybody.

That's not what

Buckmire's report said.

The cop who knocked me?

He ran around the corner,

saw you standing

over the kid's body

with a gun in your hand.

You tried to escape.

He subdued you.

No! No, that's bullshit.

I don't even carry a gun!

You go, you tell

somebody that...

You write that sh*t down!

Oh, f***...

Did they put that on the news?

Yeah.

Dead kid, half a million dollars

in missing diamonds...

That's news.

F***in' hell.

Well, if you didn't

kill him, who did?

Ugh...

Look, I been unconscious

for a couple of days,

could I please get

a trip to the shitter?

I don't think so.

Come on, I really gotta go.

My gut is f***ing killin' me.

No funny business.

You can wait.

I can wait??

How much are constables

making these days?

Less than detectives.

Sixty-five?

Seventy?

That close?

You're close,

yeah...

I make that in three weeks.

How'd you like that, huh?

Make that kind

of money in a hurry...

Not like that.

Come on...

Maybe take some time off.

Push out some kiddies

with the husband.

Who said I was married?

What the hell is that then?

That to remind you to pick up

milk on the way home?

Maybe I don't want kids.

Alright, fine,

you don't want kids.

But I bet you want

your freedom. Hm?

Make your own choices,

do your own thing.

What if I made you an offer?

Three hundred fifty grand.

Five years salary.

How would we do it?

Alright...

You give me a phone,

I call a guy...

He'll come down here

tonight. With cash.

We just gotta make it

look like a struggle,

you're gonna have to put

a bullet in your leg.

Flesh wound, make it look

like I overpowered you, ok?

What's his name?

This guy you're calling.

His name's Doug.

Doesn't matter.

Where's he coming from?

Who cares where

he's coming from?

Why do you care...

F***!

You're a schemer.

See?

We're not so different.

Right.

Oh, come on...

I thought you liked me!

I told you, it's got

nothing to do with me.

I have another offer for you.

I'm not interested.

What if I can get you

a promotion?

I'll give you everything

on the job I just did.

Names, addresses,

everything...

Think about it, you take

that to the brass,

you don't think

they'll notice? Huh?

Let you into

their fancy little club?

What's in it for you?

You let me go.

No way.

Come on, we'll make it

look real good, you know?

Like a big escape.

I don't care if you pull Osama

bin Laden out of your ass,

I'm not letting you go.

Now lie there and shut up.

I feel like I got Osama bin

Laden coming out of my ass!

I'll tell you what...

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