Killshot Page #3
I like to think
success hasn't changed me.
Wayne.
- Who the f*** is Wayne?
- Beats me.
Hey, let's go.
- Wayne
- What's going on here?
Hey, forget it,
let's get out of here.
No, he ain't...
Lock the door!
Call the cops!
F***!
For a job.
Wait a minute, I said that
Nelson knew I was coming by.
It was hardly an appointment.
His wife's an employee, no need
to talk about Wayne dropping by.
Hence the suit.
- But you're an iron worker?
- Hence the boots.
I'm looking at other things, OK?
It's just an odd time
to appear, that's all.
- Lunch? There's nobody here.
- I was here.
Because I could be
making some claims.
- Like the window... damages.
- You didn't know these guys?
No, sir.
Because nobody witnessed
you arriving separately.
Wait just a minute,
they shot at my husband.
- Mr. Colson.
you knew nothing about
these blackmail calls?
- Hey, I don't know about any calls.
- What blackmail calls?
There were some calls last week.
Huh, creeps, I told the police.
But not us? Those creeps
had guns, Nelson.
- Please.
- Wayne.
A**hole.
I'm bleeding something fierce here, man.
Let's go to Marine City, I wanna see Donna.
- Who the f*** is Donna?
- She's this woman I'm staying with.
Now, she's cool, man,
I told her about you.
It's on the way to "Port Hell".
My brothers and I come up here
one time to kill a guy.
No sh*t.
- What'd he do?
- I didn't ask 'em.
That, doesn't make sense to me.
I gotta... be pissed
at a guy when I kill him.
Why didn't you just shoot him?
in the f***ing window!
The only time you ever
take out your gun...
- is when you gonna kill somebody.
- Yeah, well you could've right there.
It's the same as a hunter.
The guy who knows what he's doing,
he don't take the shot...
if he thinks he can miss.
If he does, he's gotta find
Two apart.
woman there? What...
What the woman do?
She saw my face.
You don't ever
leave things undone,
even if you think somebody's
Some people were asking
after you this morning.
What people?
They said they were friends
of yours, from Toronto.
What you tell 'em?
I told them
I hadn't seen you in years.
You see my friend's face, Lionel?
Fell of a ladder.
Got cut up,
couldn't go to work.
I said, hey...
let's go duck hunting.
You free to take us?
Weather's supposed to turn.
Why don't we go anyway.
- Richie's never seen a marsh before.
- I've seen a marsh
Come on, Lionel.
This won't take long.
You okay?
Guess so.
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