Tell me what happened in Fort Worth, Ricky.
We had an argument, me and Johnny. I tried to keep the thing a secret, DP, but Johnny's not stupid. He wanted to take the egg and liquidate it but I told him there were already other plans. I told him there were already other plans. He had a bad habit, DP. You know how that shit fucks with people's heads. He wanted to liquidate the egg and split it with me and then he and Sandra, the girl, were gonna run off to Tennessee. This is all really fucked up in my head, DP. It took me like a week to piece this much together. But it’s all I thought about, night and day. It was painful like I was spoonin shit around in my head, man. I had to go back to the house and drive myself crazy just to get as much as I got now, ya know? Anyway, we got into an argument... Ricky's eyes began to well up and glass over. We got into an argument and the girl started yellin at me and I slapped her, slapped her really good and Johnny went crazy. He went and got his rifle and threatened me with it and we kept on screaming at each other and I tried to take it away from him and we...
Go on, Ricky.
Well, I just didn't get it away from him. It gets pretty confusin here because I guess he hit me behind my head but I think I remember hearing gunshots outside and that's when he hit me, I think. I've tried to remember but it's lost kind of, ya know? I woke up in the hospital. I woke up and there was a cop in my room who told me my brother was dead. Tears slipped down Ricky's face. He hadn't looked at Poole during his entire testimony until now.
Did you know the girl?
Not really; a stripper named Stamina; first night I met her, she was smoking meth through a broken light bulb. Ricky mustered a deep breath to gather himself. Yer boy killed my brother, DP. You don't know that; it could have been the girl. Naw, DP, she must've woke up Tomahawk tryin to take the egg and he tried to stop her. But she was shot with the rifle, Ricky, at least that's what the newspaper guy I talked to told me. I don't care, DP. Johnny tried to kill you too, Ricky, and now you're gonna avenge him? this doesn't make any sense; you don't even know that Marcus killed him. The girl's gun is missin and yer boy is nowhere to be found; he shot my brother to death. If he did, it was to defend himself. It doesn't matter. Bullshit, it doesn't matter! you just said yourself he had gone crazy; he had already nearly killed you. He was my brother, man, you know where I come from and you know how we do things. It's fucking stupid, Poole said, leaving the stool. Rick fortified himself and each of them stood examining the other.
I can't let you kill him, Poole told him, he's my best friend. You can't stop me; you can't call the cops because he's the most wanted dude in this state right now; what are you gonna do? you gonna kill me, DP? you gonna kill me to save him? No, Ricky, I don't have to; you don't know where he is and I promise you, neither do I. Bullshit. No bullshit; I haven't heard from Hatchet since he went to Fort Worth. Whatever, DP, it doesn't matter if you tell me or not; I have this. Ricky reached into his back pocket to reveal a folded slip of paper. Poole caught the glimpse of a pistol grip in his pant waist. Ricky waved the paper at him. Remember shippin somethin to Big Bend National Park? Poole felt his incessant laziness coming back to him. He had the Bluetooth adapter shipped to his house and then he had shipped it to Hatchet via a FedEx/Kinkos, paid for in cash under a false name. Now this little receipt he should have trashed weeks ago could be Hatchet's death warrant. Ricky unfolded the receipt. Says right here: Hatchet, Rice Tank, Backroads Campsite #2. I don't think he would go back to Big Bend; that would be stupid. It's a good place to start figurin out just how stupid he is. This is ridiculous; why would you chase him all the way down there when you don't know if that's where he is? just let it go. Let it go? Ricky shoved the receipt back into his pocket, my brother is dead, DP, and that sunuvabitch still has the egg.
So this isn't just about your brother.
We had an argument, me and Johnny. I tried to keep the thing a secret, DP, but Johnny's not stupid. He wanted to take the egg and liquidate it but I told him there were already other plans. I told him there were already other plans. He had a bad habit, DP. You know how that shit fucks with people's heads. He wanted to liquidate the egg and split it with me and then he and Sandra, the girl, were gonna run off to Tennessee. This is all really fucked up in my head, DP. It took me like a week to piece this much together. But it’s all I thought about, night and day. It was painful like I was spoonin shit around in my head, man. I had to go back to the house and drive myself crazy just to get as much as I got now, ya know? Anyway, we got into an argument... Ricky's eyes began to well up and glass over. We got into an argument and the girl started yellin at me and I slapped her, slapped her really good and Johnny went crazy. He went and got his rifle and threatened me with it and we kept on screaming at each other and I tried to take it away from him and we...
Go on, Ricky.
Well, I just didn't get it away from him. It gets pretty confusin here because I guess he hit me behind my head but I think I remember hearing gunshots outside and that's when he hit me, I think. I've tried to remember but it's lost kind of, ya know? I woke up in the hospital. I woke up and there was a cop in my room who told me my brother was dead. Tears slipped down Ricky's face. He hadn't looked at Poole during his entire testimony until now.
Did you know the girl?
Not really; a stripper named Stamina; first night I met her, she was smoking meth through a broken light bulb. Ricky mustered a deep breath to gather himself. Yer boy killed my brother, DP. You don't know that; it could have been the girl. Naw, DP, she must've woke up Tomahawk tryin to take the egg and he tried to stop her. But she was shot with the rifle, Ricky, at least that's what the newspaper guy I talked to told me. I don't care, DP. Johnny tried to kill you too, Ricky, and now you're gonna avenge him? this doesn't make any sense; you don't even know that Marcus killed him. The girl's gun is missin and yer boy is nowhere to be found; he shot my brother to death. If he did, it was to defend himself. It doesn't matter. Bullshit, it doesn't matter! you just said yourself he had gone crazy; he had already nearly killed you. He was my brother, man, you know where I come from and you know how we do things. It's fucking stupid, Poole said, leaving the stool. Rick fortified himself and each of them stood examining the other.
I can't let you kill him, Poole told him, he's my best friend. You can't stop me; you can't call the cops because he's the most wanted dude in this state right now; what are you gonna do? you gonna kill me, DP? you gonna kill me to save him? No, Ricky, I don't have to; you don't know where he is and I promise you, neither do I. Bullshit. No bullshit; I haven't heard from Hatchet since he went to Fort Worth. Whatever, DP, it doesn't matter if you tell me or not; I have this. Ricky reached into his back pocket to reveal a folded slip of paper. Poole caught the glimpse of a pistol grip in his pant waist. Ricky waved the paper at him. Remember shippin somethin to Big Bend National Park? Poole felt his incessant laziness coming back to him. He had the Bluetooth adapter shipped to his house and then he had shipped it to Hatchet via a FedEx/Kinkos, paid for in cash under a false name. Now this little receipt he should have trashed weeks ago could be Hatchet's death warrant. Ricky unfolded the receipt. Says right here: Hatchet, Rice Tank, Backroads Campsite #2. I don't think he would go back to Big Bend; that would be stupid. It's a good place to start figurin out just how stupid he is. This is ridiculous; why would you chase him all the way down there when you don't know if that's where he is? just let it go. Let it go? Ricky shoved the receipt back into his pocket, my brother is dead, DP, and that sunuvabitch still has the egg.
So this isn't just about your brother.
Edit 12.6.2018