Dead Bang Page #4

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You hear that?

He's responsible here, but I'm not.

Now, goddamn it,

I need some answers.

I got a splitting headache,

I'm seeing double.

Sh*t, I think I'm gonna throw up.

He took off in a wagon. A brow...

Maroon. Maroon Ford wagon.

He said something about going north

to Bakersfield. But that's all.

He didn't say any more and I didn't ask.

That's it.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah. Don't puke. Don't puke.

Good.

What's gonna happen now?

You wanna book this guy

for parole violation?

I certainly do not.

It's your lucky day.

- How's the little woman?

- Wonderful.

Good. Uncuff him, will you?

Yeah. This is Jerry Beck.

Beck, this is John.

Yeah. I've got a positive ID

on your suspect.

What?

The stop-and-rob manager

made him for sure.

It's Burns, all right.

He's got that tattoo

on that right arm of his.

The circle, the cross,

the lightning bolt.

It's Burns, for sure.

Hi. It's me.

Merry Christmas.

How are the kids?

Good.

Are you okay?

Well, it hasn't exactly

been a joyous holiday season...

...for me either.

I didn't mean anything by that.

I just meant I know how you feel,

that's all.

By the way, you didn't have

to get a restraining order...

...to keep me

from stopping by the school.

All you had to do was ask.

It's not like I've been hanging out

in a overcoat...

...with sunglasses, you know.

Fine. Are the kids there?

Because I'm their father.

I'd like to talk to them.

I'd like to wish them merry Christmas.

Goddamn it, do we have to do this

over every goddamn little thing?

I'm their father.

I wanna talk to them

and I'd like to stop by later...

...and give them their... Their presents.

Is that all right?

I am their goddamned father, Gloria.

How can they be in bed?

They're not in bed.

I can hear them

in the f***ing background.

Gloria.

Gloria, Gloria, don't hang up.

Gloria?

Goddamn! Jesus!

Damn son of a b*tch.

Got a minute?

- You startled me.

- That makes two of us.

What happened to you?

How'd you find out?

- I'm a cop, remember?

- I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

It's not what you think.

- How do you know what I'm thinking?

- It's all over your face.

You wanna come inside?

I can make coffee.

- That's bullshit.

- Don't be rude.

I'm sorry. I don't know...

I didn't come here for an apology.

Nothing that complicated.

I just wanna know why.

I wanted to tell you. I intended to.

The next thing I knew,

we were in bed.

- Bullshit. It didn't happen that fast.

- Well, for me it did.

- Bullshit. Bullshit.

- You keep saying that.

That's because you keep lying.

- He was your husband.

- Who are you to judge me?

I don't know.

Who do you have to be?

- Hi, Linda.

- Hi, Nancy. Hi, Alma.

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