Blunt Force Trauma

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Back in the circle! In five...

four...

Three...

two...

One! North wins!

Back in the circle in five...

four...

three...

two...

one!

South wins!

Who the f*ck tries to fast draw

with a Desert Eagle, huh?

Just admit you've got a small dick,

save yourself pain and money.

Colt.

- John.

- John.

Kind of ballsy giving him a breath

after that first shot, huh?

He might've knocked one back at you.

He didn't.

You know her?

She picks Zorringer's fights.

Zorringer, huh.

Which one is she looking at?

North.

So, do you know this guy

named Red Dolan?

North fouls! Match to South!

So you know a guy named Red...

F*ck me.

I'm not here for you.

You saw me fight.

But I'm not here for you.

What do you want? What do I have to do?

Unbutton your shirt.

Pristine t-zone.

I don't get hit.

You're not ready for Zorringer.

There's only one way to know for sure.

Knowing for sure,

that's everything, isn't it?

I'll be in the Old City next week.

And what will be different in a week?

That's up to you.

Are you pregnant?

Come again?

Red Dolan isn't much to look at.

If you're that intent on finding him,

he must owe you something.

Wow.

Now you know, you didn't look like the kind

of guy who'd say something that stupid.

Every now and then,

I like to expand my horizons.

Well, couple of people

have said you know him?

We liked some

of the same matches for a while.

I don't have a car,

so I kicked him some gas money.

Ever fight him?

I didn't have to...

but he's better than you are.

Could be.

Being that he killed my brother, I don't

think I have a lot of choice in the matter.

Slipped him a Teflon.

Bullet carved straight through the vest

and tore his heart open.

Now Red's an asshole, but I've never heard

anyone call him a cheater before.

So write down the date.

Happened in Chihuahua last April.

You've been looking for a while.

Yeah. Just missed him

in Quinatana Roo...

right before the Mexicans

decided to shut it down, too.

Took me a while to find out

where everybody went.

Red got beat in Mendoza.

Then he got sulky,

and then he got drunk and boring.

He was in El Valle last week.

Although he's probably gone by now.

So what is this conversation about?

I wouldn't know Red Dolan

to look at him.

Traveling alone and armed

is challenging enough.

Asking questions in strange cities

gets outright treacherous.

I gotta be in the Old City.

Next week, I heard.

So, I'm on your way, right?

Kick me your gas money.

We can pick up a fight or two.

What makes you so sure

we're gonna get along?

Let's see.

I'm polite about my smoking

and open-minded about radio stations.

Hey, look, when the time comes,

all I want you to do is tell me...

that I've found who I'm looking for.

And after that?

After that?

I don't foresee there

being an after that, John.

Yeah.

So, what did you do?

You know, before this.

Waited for someone to invent it.

You ever see Zorringer shoot?

By the time I started, he'd

already stopped showing up.

You have to go to him.

You know anyone who has?

I know people who said

they were going to.

Then they either didn't,

or never came back.

Shit. That's got to get in your head.

Got into North's.

Red's not here.

You sure?

Which one of you do you figure

I'd be protecting?

Who do you know?

I don't.

My partner knows Red Dolan.

I was actually hoping

to meet Red myself.

- You're that crazy bitch.

- What?

He knows you're looking for him.

Cinco! Cuatro!

Tres!

Cinco! Cuatro! Tres!

Dos! Uno!

How about a side bet?

I'm open.

You win, I'll tell you where Red went.

I win, you suck my dick.

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