The Hollow Point Page #4

Hey, Wallace.

What the hell

happened to you, son?

Huh?

Who did this

to you, boy?

When it happens...

When it stops...

You can't feel it.

It don't hurt.

We got to get you some...

Come on, Wallace.

Come on,

you're gonna be okay.

How does that feel?

About as good

as it looks.

If we fetch it,

we can re-attach it.

They do...

Do that, right?

Well, you got one

of two options:

Get used to it,

or don't look at it.

Hear that?

What?

That'd be me,

slow-clapping you,

if my clapping hand

was still with us.

Could have been

a lot worse on you.

I saw your friend

when they brought him in.

He ain't my friend.

Way you saw him...

Kilbaught was right

about people like him

bringing hell

up into this town.

The way I see it,

Ken mersey got

what was coming to him,

getting his head

cut off the way--

you said you were

gonna bring him home.

Marla...

That's what you said

to me, Wallace.

Well, the hell

with him.

I know what I said.

There was nothing

to bring home.

You're such a f***.

Shepard Diaz.

History of misconduct,

brutality,

or any badges with that name?

Uh-huh.

Hang on.

Shoot.

Yep.

Simon, yep.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

hold on.

Well, does the system

make any note

of tattoos or distinct markings

and such?

The neck.

Yeah.

Last known address?

Wallace, I need to talk.

Think I've done more

than enough of that

with you today.

I'm sorry for snapping at you

back at the hospital.

Sh*t.

Wallace...

You should be

back in that bed.

You ran off

without these.

I don't want you

to do this.

It's not your job

to punish me like this.

I ain't punishing.

Going out there

and getting yourself killed?

Yeah, what are you

calling that?

Please don't do this.

You're all I got left.

Wasn't too good

at taking you

away from this place,

was I?

No.

Mm.

You are tired,

busted, and hurt,

is what you are.

Don't be mad.

Got to thinking about

that stolen jalopy of yours,

which got me thinking

about your ex-wife.

Hm?

Hm.

I couldn't hold on

either, shep.

Never could.

And I was captivated

by my bride.

I just couldn't tell

which color was what on her.

Didn't know why

i never did bother.

Anyway, she got to

walking out on me.

Hm.

Been gone more years now

than we was actually together.

No...

You can't win

a woman back.

That's something ugly beasts

like you and me

do not get to do.

Oh, go f*** yourself, le.

- Hey!

- F*** you, f*** you.

Hold on there

a second.

Don't you go

dwelling in dignity.

Does not suit you.

Doesn't suit us.

She's half your worth,

and she's gone.

You haven't sold a car

on that lot for ages.

You got a face

like a thumb,

and you stuck it

on a TV commercial.

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