Mike: I used to be a beat cop,long time ago,and I'd get called out on
domestic disputes all the time.Hundreds, probably,over the years.But there was this one guy,this one piece of shit,that I will never forget.Gordie. He looked like Bo Svenson.
You remember him?
Walking Tall?
You don't remember?
Anyway...
big boy,
but his wife or whatever she was,his lady was real small,like a bird,wrists like little branches.Hmm. Anyway, my partner and I get
called out there every weekend,and one of us would pull her
aside and we'd say,"Come on, tonight's the night we press charges."
And this wasn't one of those "deep down he really loves me" set-ups.
We got a lot of those,but not this.
This girl was scared.She wasn't going to cross him no way, no how.Nothing we could do but pass her off to the EMTs,put him in the car,drive him downtown,throw him in the drunk tank.
He sleeps it off.
Next morning, out he goes back home.
But one night my partner's out sick, and it's just me.And the call comes in,
and it's the usual crap broken-nose-in-the-shower kind of thing.
So I cuff him,put him in the car,and away we go.
Only that night...we're driving into town,and this sideways asshole is in my back seat humming "Danny Boy."And it just rubbed me wrong.
So instead of left,I go right, out into nowhere.And I kneel him down,and I put my revolver in his mouth,and I told him,
"This is it.
This is how it ends."
And he's crying,going to the bathroom all over himself,swearing to God
he's going to leave her alone,screaming...
as much as you can with a gun in your mouth.
And I told him to be quiet...'cause I need to think about what I was gong to do here.
And of course he got quiet.
Goes still.
And real quiet.
Like a dog waiting for dinner scraps.
Then we just stood there for a while.Me actinglike I'm thinking things over,and Prince Charming kneeling in the dirt with shit in his pants.
And after a few minutes I took the gun out of his mouth,and I say,
"So help me,if you ever touch her again,I will such and such
and such and such and blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah."
Walter: Just a warning?
Mike:Of course.Just trying to do the right thing.
But two weeks later he killed her.
Of course.
Caved her head in with the base of a Waring blender.We got there, there was so much blood, you could taste the metal.
Hmm.The moral of the story is...
I chose a half measure when I should have gone
all the way.
I'll never make that mistake again.
No more half measures, Walter.
Mike je badass totalno
A tek ovaj scenarij. Ona scena u bolnici
Walter-what happens now?
Jesse-happens now?..I'll tell you what happens now...Yo scumbag brother-in-law is finished,done. You understand?I will own him when this is over.
Every cent he earns,every cent his wife earns,is mine.Anyplace he goes, anywhere he turns,I'm going to be there,grabbing my share.
He'll be scrubbing toilets in Tijuana for pennies,and I'll be standing over him to get my cut.He'll see me when he wakes up in the morning and when he crawls to sleep in whatever rat hole's left for him after I shred his house down,
I will haunt his crusty ass forever until the day he sticks a gun up his mouth
and pulls the trigger just to get me out of his head.
That's what happens next.
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