Love and a .45 Page #5

She seen my f***in' face, Watty.

She seen my f***in' face.

Calm down, Billy.

Just calm the f*** down!

You done f***ed up now.

You seen my f***in' face.

You f***ed up.

I think I shot her.

Oh, Christ, Billy.

What have you done?

Oh sh*t!

I think I shot her.

Do you hear that sound?

It's the f***in' cops...

and you just blew your girl

friend's brains all over the place.

- She was my face, man.

- Shut up!

Now I'm not leaving here

without the money...

so you gotta go get it now!

Find the f***in' money!

Come on, man!

Come on!

Get off of me.

Watty, she doesn't look good.

Hurry up, Billy!

Hurry up, man!

I got it.

Damn them f***in' pigs.

He's chasing a speeder

on the highway.

Get off of me.

Come on, man.

Let's get out of here now!

That stupid f***in'

b*tch!

That stupid f***in' b*tch!

B*tch! B*tch!

Why did she have to f***in'...

I killed her!

F***!

Damn!

Watty...

Watty.

Watty I did a bad thing.

Watty!

Up until now,

I always considered myself happy.

I had a beautiful girlfriend...

a car and a trailer home.

But at this moment I knew

my life had taken an unwelcome turn.

I'd been a con and a thief

for twenty-five years,

but I never hurt no one.

Billy had violated the code,

he'd packed a loaded gun.

Speed snortin' psychopath

sittin' next to me,

had interrupted the flow

of my happiness.

He had killed someone

in my presence...

and in all likelihood,

my life had been f***ed.

Hey...

I'm hungry, man.

I think I need to eat.

I need to get me some breakfast.

Billy, you are crazy.

You're gonna take me

to some f***in' breakfast,

and you're gonna pay for it now.

You got that f***in' right?

Now!

I really f***ed up.

Just eat your damn eggs.

They're gonna find me.

You know they fry you that sh*t.

They gonna fry me.

Remember when we was

back in Huntsville?

They fried Clarence.

I know you remember

that f***in' smell.

You could hear him screaming

all the way down the cellblock.

His eyes were comin' out

of his f***in' head.

Shut the f*** up, man!

They ain't gonna do sh*t.

You know they will.

I got my prints all over that safe.

Hell, you didn't do sh*t, man.

You're practically in the clear.

They'll probably

let you off on probation.

Shut the f*** up, man!

We're getting out of here

right now,

before somebody calls

the freakin' cops.

Come on, let's go.

We're not goin' nowhere till

I finish my damn breakfast.

Christ, Billy, put that

f***in' thing away, man.

Okay.

I want you to...

I want you to take your

car keys,

and I want you to drop them

f***ers in my plate now.

You're crazier than

a road lizard, Billy.

Maybe I am, but I ain't

goin' back to that place.

And I ain't goin' to that

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