White Sands Page #3

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What the f*** were you doing?

I should've let you handle it,

but I was trying to I.D. A body.

- With bureau money?

- With whatever I had!

All right. Cool.

I accept that. From cop to cop.

Square business.

Cop to cop. Straight up?

Tell me about him. This Artie

O'Brien/Spenser guy.

Artie was a mule.

From time to time, he'd

transport money for us...

...and sh*t like that.

Something went wrong on this one.

We don't know why.

- But then you stepped in...

- And f***ed up.

I didn't pull the trigger

that blew his brains out.

No, you didn't.

Let's just figure out how you're

gonna pay back the money and get home.

What are you talk...?

To the government, you're

responsible for the money...

...since it was your call to

give it away.

Maybe talk to your sheriff.

Pull it out of petty cash.

What if I went to Santa Fe?

Meet with Lennox,

tell him the deal's off?

I'd get you back

your money.

You amateur. You don't

know what's out there.

Want your money?

You still want to know about Artie.

Forget Artie.

Artie killed himself.

Hang on a minute.

He might be right, Greg.

It may be our only play.

Think about it.

The bimbos think he's Spenser.

What can we lose?

- Okay?

- Okay. Go to Santa Fe.

Can I call my wife,

tell her I'm okay?

- You can't call your wife.

- Why not?

Nobody can know what you do.

You're undercover.

Standard operating procedure.

If you do this,

you'll do it our way.

- Spenser have a first name?

- Bob.

Artie called himself Bob Spenser.

- Bob?

- Yes.

I can be a Bob.

So, what'd they say?

Come on, tell me.

They said they were pretty pictures,

but only show professional artists.

Mr. Gorman Lennox?

Hi, I'm Bob. Bob Spenser.

Oh, Jesus. Bob.

Where'd you get that hat?

- It's new.

- No kidding?

- Would you excuse us?

- Hold on a second, Bob.

- Bob, this is...?

- Roz.

- Roz Kincaid.

- Nice to meet you, Roz.

Bob, here, is from Los Angeles.

He has an important collection

of American Western art.

- Isn't that right, Bobby?

- Uh-huh.

I tricked you, I'm an art broker.

Bob is a client.

I'm gonna take him around...

...to some of the galleries, recommend

some acquisitions.

First, I'd like him

to look at your paintings.

I'm gonna recommend

that he buys one.

- That is, if we come to a fair price.

- Oh, no. L...

You're an artist?

Look at the work, Bob.

You tell me.

- Are they for sale?

- Oh, this is silly.

Hell, yes!

What are you doing? Jesus Christ.

What if she comes out here

and sees that?

Those are her dreams.

You don't throw them away.

Come on. Let's go.

We're on a schedule. We gotta move.

Ben, I said to stay out of

the street. Come in.

Okay.

Pick up your bike.

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