Dead Draw Page #2

to take care of first.

- I understand.

Kept this for you.

Your take plus half of mine.

- You wanna do this here.

- I don't see the padre.

Speaking of which when

did all this happen.

- It's a long story.

- I got time.

- A lot can change

in five years.

- I would've come

by but you know.

- I know the rules.

- The rules.

- Right.

- I did what I could.

I looked out for your bro

while you were in the joint.

So keep it.

You can give it to God

or whoever you lit that

candle for it's yours.

Never asked you

to take the fall.

- I never said you did.

- I know, I know.

It's too quiet in here.

It feels like guilt.

- It should.

- Come on let's get a

burger or something.

Mack, I wanna make this right.

- So you're buying

me a slice of pie.

- Thank you, ma'am.

- Anytime.

- Anytime.

Now, Mack, I get it I get it.

Nothing's worth the risk

not when you just

get out of the joint.

I wanna let this one go too.

Waited as long as I

could but the job...

- I'm not interested.

- 'Cause you found God?

- Not your business.

- This will change things for us

for your bro.

- My brother.

- Well, you said it yourself.

A lot of things changed

while you were inside.

- What does he have

to do with this?

- You know Dallas.

He won't take a hand out.

He needs to earn his dough.

- This is how you take

care of my family?

- You need to relax.

- No, he had a shot

at something else.

- He didn't tell you.

- He knows I would've

ripped his head off.

- Mack, you need to sit down.

I thought you knew.

- Know what?

- It was to qualify to fight.

Dallas he was fighting

this big Greek bastard.

The Greek had Dallas

up against the ropes,

was pounding him on

the side of the head

but he got sloppy.

Let it slip for a second.

Dallas swung.

Connected.

We heard a crack.

We thought Dallas had broken

the Greek bastard's jaw.

Turns out it was the

other way around.

Dallas was tough.

He wouldn't go down.

Fought the rest of the fight

with a broken right hand.

He fought Southpaw.

Won in 12 rounds.

- How bad is it?

- They say surgery but

he'll never fight again.

- So he crewed up with you?

How many jobs.

- Three.

This is the last one.

- The last one?

- This one's different.

- You're stealing

something that ain't yours.

Taking something it's

the same damn thing.

- There's no safe just

safety deposit boxes.

We're talking eight figures.

- That's a lot of heat.

- Not from the cops.

- The money's dirty.

And Dallas.

- Just the driver.

He waits outside.

- I don't like it.

- You never do.

- Tell you what

you want me in?

You cut Dallas lose.

- I'll tell you what

you talk him out of it.

Talk him out of it.

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