Blunt Force Trauma Page #3

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by the dam.

Doesn't show up on the board,

'cause it's mainly locals.

- Mainly?

- They won't run you out.

You might have trouble

finding a fight, though.

Why's that?

Crossdraw Python...

Nickel Smith with a mouth?

There's some video of you

floating around...

from the Old City, some other matches.

A story you took out two policia.

I can't get a fight?

I have to give odds.

Three-to-two or two-to-one

on the outside.

I'm trying to get a stake together.

For Zorringer? Cost of getting known.

Speaking of which,

Red Dolan been through here?

He's been. Can't say he made it through.

Am I missing something?

He's dead.

She had something going with Red?

Yeah... something.

That him?

Yeah.

Red didn't cheat.

Didn't sound like him.

My brother, Sonny,

he could walk into a bar...

piss on the floor.

Guys three times his size

wouldn't say sh*t.

Move to the States,

Sonny gets it in his head he can shoot.

Yeah... what's gonna make him

more American?

Yeah, but they'd already

shut down the games by then.

So, like every other a**hole,

he wanted to follow them down here.

Red was faster...

by about a million times.

It turned out the blunt force

crushed his kidney.

The perfect right spot

with the perfect right bullet...

and the perfect

right soft spot in the vest.

By the time it occurred to anyone

to take him to the hospital.

A stupid, pointless death.

And all I felt was disgrace.

My brother, toughest guy in the world...

killed by his own f***ing kidney.

You think killing Red

would've fixed that?

I don't know. I don't know.

I know that I never really

missed Sonny...

because I turned him into revenge

and I carried him with me.

The closer I got to Red,

the emptier I'd feel.

I could see the other side of it.

The other side?

Mm-hm.

When it was over,

however it was gonna happen.

When the revenge left and...

I was all alone again.

Do you ever thought what's

on the other side of Zorringer?

There is no other side.

Just a moment of...

unambiguous perfection.

Yeah.

Yeah. No one can say

you aren't what you are... John.

What are you doing?

Achieving intimacy.

Don't tell me you haven't wondered.

Not really. I'd win.

If it's just about speed,

sure, you'd win.

But it's never just about speed.

You think I won't shoot,

because we spent some time together.

I'm willing to pay to find out.

Look at me, I can't be

responsible for my aim.

Then I'm leaving my life in your hands.

I'm gonna head north.

North, where?

In the general direction of home.

There.

Hey... Colt.

Yeah.

I was wrong.

You would have beaten Red Dolan.

I hope it all works out for you, John.

Python in a cross draw.

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