Wrong Side Of Town Page #3

Gentlemen.

Looks like you had

a good day, huh, Briggs?

So what do I need

to know?

Well,

everything's good

right now,

but you need to

screen your boys

a little more carefully.

You got lucky today.

I was able to intervene.

You might not be so lucky

next time.

Yeah, right.

Rat bastards.

Can't trust anybody

nowadays, can you, Briggs?

Jesus f***ing Christ,

what did he do now?

Look, I gotta roll.

It's my little brother again.

Ethan.

The little bastard can't keep his prick

in his pants.

Just remember

what I said, Seth.

You can count on it.

Let's roll.

I need you to calm down

and tell me what happened.

- Can't come in here, sir.

- The hell I can't.

I'm Seth Bordas.

This is my club.

Sir, please please.

- What happened?

- Are you Seth Bordas?

That's right.

What happened?

I'm sorry, Mr. Bordas.

Your brother's dead.

Ethan!

Ethan! Ethan!

Ethan!

Get out of here.

Ethan!

Ethan!

Who did this?

Who did this?

You menace!

He asked me

if I wanted

to go to his office

and do some coke,

and I said no.

Dawn left the ladies' room

before me.

And when I got back

to the table

she wasn't there.

Bobby got worried,

so he went

to look for her.

- Why stab him?

- What are you talking about?

I didn't stab him.

He came at me with the knife.

So it was his knife?

Yeah, of course

it was his knife.

How did his knife

end up in his chest?

How did that happen?

I stepped to the side.

He tripped and

fell on it, I guess.

This guy was

out of his mind.

I was just

defending myself.

Can you be a little

more specific?

What do you want me

to say,

that he tried

to rape me?

Suppose I told you

I had a witness

who says you did

stab him?

I'd say you and your witness

are full of sh*t.

So are you charging me with something

or am I out of here?

Just sit tight.

Can I get you anything--

a water, a coffee?

My wife.

I want to see my wife.

Where is she?

You're gonna see her.

So what do you think?

The stories match.

He hasn't lawyered up.

I think it's just like

he's saying-- self-defense.

Bordas was

a train wreck anyway.

This was another one.

Ain't that the truth?

If old Ethan was found

dead in a ditch,

we wouldn't have

the personnel

to interview all

the likely suspects.

Right.

What about fingerprints?

The only fingerprints on that knife

belonged to Ethan Bordas.

Okay, cut him loose.

Briggs.

Talk to me.

What did you find out?

It looks like

self-defense.

Look, you know Ethan

better than anybody.

What?

I want that rat bastard's

head on a stake.

You hear me, Briggs?

You hold on to him

until you f***ing

hear from me.

Too late.

We just released him.

God damn it!

Listen, Seth.

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