Bounty Killer Page #4

- What was that, Greg?

- [ gurgles ]

You're not being very clear.

- [ groans ]

- Spit it out, Greg.

GREG:
Drip Rock.

What kind of idiot

holes up inside of his own bar?

That doesn't make any sense.

Well, being marked

by a death warrant

doesn't give a man any more sense

than he had before,

and sometimes the best place

to hide is in plain sight

where no one's looking for you.

- Well, then, let's do this.

- Oh, no, I'm going in alone.

- What do you mea-What?

- I know you heard me.

Yeah, I did hear you.

It's a terrible idea.

Listen, listen, I need you to keep

an eye on things outside,

and whatever happens,

stay outside,

and be ready to go

at a moment's notice.

Oh, like a lookout.

[ engine revving ]

Oh, this is great.

Hey, looks like you

pulled out the big guns.

Who are you tracking, Mary?

You're gonna want

to make yourself scarce, Billy.

Yeah, miss out on the action?

No way.

[ sighs ] Make it hard as hell

for the other guy.

Hey there, pretty lady.

Why don't we see what's

hiding up your little skirt?

[ clattering ]

That ought to slow you down.

CADDY:
Oh, sh*t.

[ bird squawks ]

MARY:
So is it true?

Are you Francis Gorman?

I could tell you I was innocent,

but you'd assume I'm lying.

Never trust a collar.

I taught you that.

You didn't answer my question.

Is that your mug on the warrant?

Yeah, it's me.

And Harry here,

is he your old business partner?

You kill him

so he wouldn't turn you in?

And what the f*** is Second Sun?

Second Sun?

What the hell are

you talking about?

God, they tried to kill me,

you son of a b*tch!

[ grunts ]

I didn't kill Harry.

Smell the room.

He's been dead a week.

This was a trap.

I trusted you.

I believed in you.

Mary-

Why didn't you tell me?

I was going to.

It's, uh-

It's complicated.

I'm going to the Council.

I need to speak to the Judges.

That's suicide.

No one's ever appealed

a death warrant.

The Council Guard'll

kill you at the gate.

Yeah, well, I'll deal with that

when I get there.

Then I'm going with you.

You can't do this alone.

You can't come.

I don't want you

risking your life for me.

That wasn't a request.

You're not gonna make this

easy on me, now, are you?

Now, where's the fun in that?

Get the bikes, Jack!

Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t.

[ knife whooshes ]

BILLY:

Hey, this is great stuff, Mary.

MARY:

Told you to get out of here.

Yeah, and miss

the story of my career?

Not a chance!

Been a pleasure

working with you, Billy.

DRIFTER:
Will you stop rolling

around on the ground

and get the bikes?!

[ gunfire ]

Sh*t.

[ ding ]

What the f*** was that? Mary!

You are acting like a child!

I'm going with you to the Council.

Will you stop being so stubborn?

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