Dead Bang Page #2

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You look like sh*t.

- Thanks. I feel like sh*t.

- You must be Beck.

Don't bust my balls, Webly.

I'm in no mood.

You're in no mood?

I'm in no mood.

My wife is in no mood.

Today is Christmas, Beck.

Well, judging by the weight,

Mr. Burns has kept pretty busy.

Eight arrests, five convictions

in California, two in Texas. It's all...

- Notice we're the only ones in here.

- Hey.

If Bobby had wanted to go the other way

he could have been anything he wanted.

He's extremely bright. IQ of 135.

There's John, on some scholarship

to the University of New Mexico.

School of Chemical Engineering.

Don't underestimate Bobby.

Don't underestimate his mother.

She's a Hells Angels' old lady,

in case you're thinking of dropping by.

Well, good luck.

I would give AA some thought.

Alcoholism is a disease, you know.

Thank you, Webly.

I'll keep that in mind.

- Where's your car?

- I jogged over.

I live 1.4 miles from here.

I jog over three times a week...

...approximately 4.2 miles, yeah.

You ought to try it sometime.

Good for the cardiovascular system.

Jump in. Let me drive you home.

It's Christmas.

Give your system a break.

That's my street. That's Radford.

Hang a left.

Hey, you gotta make a left right here.

Left.

Jeez, what...? You're...

You passed my street.

I need a little favor, Webly.

I need you to drop by Mom's with me.

You know the rules.

Convict gives up his right

to search and seizure...

...but only in the presence

of a parole officer. That's you.

This is kidnapping, Beck. Are you

aware of this? That this is kidnapping?

No, no, no, kidnapping's a felony.

This is just a little favor.

With you,

I can walk right in to Mom's place...

...and if he's there, he's mine.

Like it or not, that's the way it is.

You are a real a**hole.

You know, in case you haven't noticed,

it's daylight.

What the f*** do you want, a**hole?

- Sheriff's Homicide.

- Go f*** yourself.

You son of a bit...

- Do you wanna give me a hand here?

- Oh, yeah.

- Is that all right?

- Yes. That's just lovely. Thank you.

This is an exciting line of duty.

Sheriff's Homicide.

Now, you a**holes calm down

and cooperate...

...or I'll rip your heads off

and tear this place apart.

Go back to sleep there, Sluggo.

It's Christmas morning.

What's going on?

- All right.

- I can't believe this.

Now, I'm looking for Bobby Burns.

- Who?

- Don't lie to me, a**hole.

- Robert "Bobby" Burns.

- Still in the joint.

You must be John, aren't you?

His brother.

Where is he?

You wouldn't tell me if you knew,

would you?

Well, no. Not really, officer.

Are you okay?

You don't look very good.

Nothing a month in Hawaii

wouldn't cure.

Have you seen him?

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