Dead Bullet Page #2

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tonight.

Don't tell me.

Not that.

No. Take those in there

and get some money for me.

Why?

Because I like you.

Why can't you do it yourself?

Because I asked you to do it.

It'll be worth your while.

All right.

That's a good girl.

There you go.

Ah.

I told you it'd be worth

your while.

I hope this doesn't

come back to haunt me.

It won't, babe.

Now that's for you.

You're a prick.

Mm-hmm.

Goodbye.

So, how do you know

this f***ing weirdo, anyway?

You could say

he's a distant uncle.

- An old friend of sorts.

- An uncle?

He's a friend.

He's f***ing weird.

- Oh, we go back. Trust me.

- I do trust you.

I just don't trust him.

Just keep thinking

about all the nice things

you can buy afterwards.

That'll ease your mind.

You got plans?

I've been thinking about it.

Yeah. And?

Nah, it's nothing.

Come on, tell me.

You're really not

going to tell me?

All right.

Well, remember a few years back

when we all went

to that old-ass ghost town

with all them stinky-ass burros

walking around?

- Oatman.

- Yeah.

It's the farthest I've ever been

outside this whole desert.

People talk about places

like France and New York

or whatever the f***.

But, man...

I've never been past

little-ass Oatman, Arizona.

And that's where I'm going

to buy the most beautiful,

bright-red Chevelle.

Something like a '68.

And I'm going to drive that

mother clear across the Mojave,

right until I reach that

one highway next to the ocean.

I told you that son of a b*tch

was green.

You know what

I remember you telling me?

Was that there was going to be

a lot more money

than there actually was.

That's what you said.

- Did I say that?

- Yeah.

Well, maybe I got something else

you and your hermano

might be interested in.

He's not my hermano,

motherf***er.

He's my brother.

You're making it

a real bad habit

of wasting my f***ing time.

100,000 make it worth

your f***ing time?

There you go.

100,000, motherf***er.

- You better not bullshit me.

- I'm just f***ing with you.

- That's all.

- F***ing...

I'm just f***ing...

F***.

Positive this is the right spot?

Yeah.

- How long has it been?

- Just wait.

- You want a stoke?

- No.

Wait, yeah, give me one.

- I'm going to go for a walk.

- Just don't go too far.

Yeah, you'll see me.

Hola.

I see you brought

the gardener, huh?

Where's Dick?

Dick sent us.

So...

go ahead and hand over

the chips.

We've got the paper

in the front seat.

Who's that?

Him?

That's my gardener.

Where's the money?

We do everything right here.

Nice. All right,

what do we got here?

Let's see.

Oh, sh*t.

Now the f***ing money.

What the f*** is this?

Where's the f***ing money?

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