Cold Blooded Page #2
I bet we have some laughs.
I don't know...
I don't tend to find the humor
in killing my partner.
That's not what
Buckmire's report said.
The cop who knocked me?
He ran around the corner,
saw you standing
over the kid's body
with a gun in your hand.
You tried to escape.
He subdued you.
No! No, that's bullshit.
I don't even carry a gun!
You go, you tell
somebody that...
You write that sh*t down!
Oh, f***...
Did they put that on the news?
Yeah.
Dead kid, half a million dollars
in missing diamonds...
That's news.
F***in' hell.
Well, if you didn't
kill him, who did?
Ugh...
Look, I been unconscious
for a couple of days,
could I please get
a trip to the shitter?
I don't think so.
My gut is f***ing killin' me.
No funny business.
You can wait.
I can wait??
How much are constables
making these days?
Less than detectives.
Sixty-five?
Seventy?
That close?
You're close,
yeah...
I make that in three weeks.
How'd you like that, huh?
Make that kind
of money in a hurry...
Not like that.
Come on...
Maybe take some time off.
Push out some kiddies
with the husband.
Who said I was married?
What the hell is that then?
That to remind you to pick up
milk on the way home?
Maybe I don't want kids.
Alright, fine,
you don't want kids.
But I bet you want
your freedom. Hm?
Make your own choices,
do your own thing.
What if I made you an offer?
Five years salary.
How would we do it?
Alright...
You give me a phone,
I call a guy...
He'll come down here
tonight. With cash.
We just gotta make it
look like a struggle,
you're gonna have to put
a bullet in your leg.
Flesh wound, make it look
like I overpowered you, ok?
What's his name?
This guy you're calling.
His name's Doug.
Doesn't matter.
Where's he coming from?
Who cares where
he's coming from?
Why do you care...
F***!
You're a schemer.
See?
We're not so different.
Right.
Oh, come on...
I told you, it's got
nothing to do with me.
I'm not interested.
What if I can get you
a promotion?
I'll give you everything
on the job I just did.
Names, addresses,
everything...
Think about it, you take
that to the brass,
you don't think
they'll notice? Huh?
Let you into
What's in it for you?
You let me go.
No way.
Come on, we'll make it
look real good, you know?
Like a big escape.
I don't care if you pull Osama
bin Laden out of your ass,
I'm not letting you go.
Now lie there and shut up.
I feel like I got Osama bin
Laden coming out of my ass!
I'll tell you what...
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