Wedlock Page #2

Magenta!

You, over there.

Move!

You, right there.

You, over here.

Move it in. Come on, move it in.

You, go up there.

You, here.

Hi, I'm Teal.

Hi. Frank Warren.

Your name's Magenta, fuckface.

I hear anything else again,

it's the floaters.

Fine.

I'd like to bury an axe

in that a**hole's brain.

First you gotta find it.

What's that?

New federal water meters.

Bastards cut you off

after two and a half gallons a day.

Either gives you time for a sh*t,

a shave or a very short shower.

Hey, you. You.

Warden wants to see you. Come on.

That was one hell of a chase

you gave the police.

You almost got away. Too bad.

Just think, I would have missed all this.

Oh, it could be worse.

You could be in one of those old prisons

getting butt-slammed by Bubba.

Lucky for me I'm in a place

where they just blow your head off.

Well, that's a necessary insurance policy.

- I'd rather go down on Bubba.

- Afraid those days are over, chum.

It's a war out there now

and the battlefield's up here.

And I got a brand new weapon.

What? Exploding necklaces?

No.

Paranoia. We got you guys

watching each other like hawks.

You're prisoners and guards

at the same time.

- That's sadistic.

- Yeah. Lucrative, too.

If I'm able to pull this thing off,

I can franchise Camp Hollidays

across the country like taco stands.

You're not just a sadist,

you're a greedy sadist.

I understand how you feel.

I'd be pissed off if my fiancee

set me up and left me for dead.

- She got cold feet.

- But you got the last laugh.

They thought they'd get all the diamonds

but you were one step ahead.

- I got work to do.

- You got rid of all the diamonds first.

Clever, but how did you know

they were going to cross you?

Do you want something

or do you just love talking?

- She promise you a June wedding?

- You must be psychic.

I can't blame you, I saw her picture.

Man, those lips!

- They could suck a man dry.

- Oh, f***.

Bet she's banging your buddy trying to

figure out where you hid the diamonds.

I could kill you for a thrill.

- You're not that stupid.

- Don't overestimate me.

You're an electronics genius,

not a murderer.

Where are the diamonds?

If I didn't tell all the DAs

in the state of California,

why would I tell you?

Because I'm your pal. You'd be my pal.

And I'd see to it

your time here goes smooth -

easy details, good food, no hassles -

but you f*** with me and I see to it

you got 12 years of pain and humiliation.

That doesn't sound so bad.

Mr Magenta...

everyone has their breaking point.

We'll find yours.

Give me a chance!

- What do you want?

- A chance!

So what about this Emerald guy?

You ever hear of a New York drug gang

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