American Hero Page #3

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motherf***er up out of here talking that sh*t.

You got it, dude.

Well, get it the f*** up

out of here then, dude.

- Okay, man.

- This C-block, cuz.

- Nate, man, I appreciate it brother.

- No doubt.

I hate having to kiss that motherf***er,

Nathan's ass just for a couple joints.

Damn, man.

Hey, who got shot?

Remember that kid who used to be

dribbling around with that basketball.

- Yeah.

- Got wasted off a crack rock, Luc.

Dealed from that motherf***er, Nathan.

If I wasn't in this motherfucking chair,

I'd beat all the black off that motherf***er.

He'd be a Caucasian in about five minutes.

I'll tell you that right now, sh*t.

- Feel that?

- Yeah.

I can make you come with my finger.

Imagine what I could do with my tongue.

Hunny?

- F*** off.

- What?

Jesus, you're a train wreck.

You mind giving the man

in the chair a shot?

I am so sorry, honey, but I have a man.

What rap they get you on, kid?

I'm talking to you.

What'd you do?

Why'd you get community service?

I set my school on fire.

Smoke weed?

If life gets you down,

it's not a bad thing to try.

Always helped me.

Here.

Sunny, Florida.

Rex is still a baby there.

He won't even remember that one.

First day at school.

Notice, how the mother isn't featured.

My old man he split when...

when I was just a kid.

I'm not about to let that happen to Rex.

F*** you.

Care for a mint?

Give me that motherf***er.

- You look a little peaky, Mel.

- No, I'm just tired, dude.

Really?

Here we go. You're trying to scare me now?

I'm just saying is all.

You look like you could use rest.

But I'm charting okay though, right?

It's not what they're saying,

it's what I'm saying.

You know, one day, it won't hurt

if you saw professional help

'cause I really don't have a clue

what I'm looking for.

No doctors, buddy. You know that.

Yeah, they're people out there

that know a lot more than me.

I'm a science teacher in a local college.

Doesn't make me any great authority.

God handing out all the gifts.

I'm stuck in this damn chair.

Yeah, but you got me.

That ain't no damn consolation prize.

- So, we done here or what?

- Yeah.

- Sweet.

- Lucas.

Let me get a couple of them pills

you gave me last time for the pain.

- No, Lu. Mel.

- Hey, hey.

Lucas, you got two of these.

Can I have one?

Give a nigga a lab coat

and he think he a doctor.

He's getting pissed. Thank you, doc.

- Take care of yourself, okay?

- Yeah, I'm good, man. Chill.

Ten across with the A in the middle.

Annihilation.

Motherf***er. How you know that sh*t?

Just a guess. What's next?

Alright, seven down

with the same A in the middle.

- Anomaly.

- Anoma, what?

Anomaly! It's like a one-off, like me.

Man, you ain't no one-off.

You a circus freak.

That's funny coming from you.

- Yeah, I got put here.

- Yeah, you think I chose?

Man, you ain't got nothing but choices.

All you choose to do

is smoke weed and chase cat.

Jimmy!

What up, Jimmy?

- Hey, what it look like?

- You get a haircut?

Look at him.

Cleaner than the board of health.

Butch. Sundance.

We ain't doing that, Jimmy.

We just chilling.

Come on, Melvin. Put it out.

Show a little respect for Christ's sakes.

- It's a joint, man. I mean...

- I see that.

- Here, man.

- Thank you, Lucille.

Not a problem.

You know what kills me?

- Smoking?

- No.

What kills me is that you're out here

every day doing the same thing.

Getting high, drinking beers like there's

no tomorrow with Cool Runnings over here.

- That sh*t ain't funny.

- That was funny.

When what you could be doing is taking

responsibility amongst your community.

I've seen the things you can do, Melvin.

It's no secret around here. You got a gift.

But you're wasting it.

You ever thought about helping out?

You know?

Hell, maybe create a nicer environment

for your son to grow up in.

There's something to think about.

What is this?

National pick on Melvin day, Jimmy?

No, it's national get

your sh*t together day...

and I say that because I care.

Tell that motherf***er again

'cause son of a b*tch don't listen to me.

And don't be calling me Cool Runnings.

- I'm on it, Jimmy, alright? I'm on it.

- Yeah, on what? Since Amelia?

I'm gonna work on it, okay?

You got my word. Give me some time,

alright? I'll get my sh*t together.

Oxycodone. Semi-synthetic,

slow release painkiller

first synthesized by eminent

pharmacologists, Freund and Speyer,

in Germany in 1916. I'm a fan.

I'm gonna show you some crimes scenes.

Third story up, I knew these guys

were robbing the place.

Their car was sitting here,

engine running.

These two knuckleheads jump down,

they jam into their car.

They spot me. One guy comes at me...

crack! I put him over the hood.

Next guy, starts waving

some screwdriver at me.

Relieved him of that. Put him down. Done.

All units, we got a 211 in progress

on Atlantic Boulevard.

Get them, Lyle. Come on, man. Let's move!

The old Vicodin. Heavy,

opiate narcotic to treat severe pain.

It's the most widely prescribed

prescription medication in this country.

Over 140 million prescriptions

of this drug alone.

And I'm proud to say

that I'm not one of those people.

Why? Because I steal mine.

Come on, Lyle!

I chase down the guys that cops

don't have time to deal with.

Junkies, small time criminals.

You gotta be careful.

A desperate man can be a dangerous man.

These guys? F***ing amateurs.

F***ing robbed the store

for sixty some odd dollars.

What is wrong with these people?

Yeah, they're crooks, but they have

a bit of initiative they're showing.

And I like that 'cause they're not just

sitting around waiting for a f***ing handout.

That's the problem with this country.

You gotta bunch of lazy motherfuckers

sitting on their fat asses

with a begging bowl in one hand

and McDonald's in the other.

Yeah, they're criminals,

but at least they're trying.

What?

I was ready to love

the whole f***ing world.

But no one understood me!

Nobody! So I learned to hate.

You think I'm the one to set things

straight? Look at me, man. Wrong.

F***. No, no, no.

Talented and astute, but lazy.

Likely to understand everything

and even accomplish something.

He had nonetheless been content

to enjoy life as a spectator.

Maupassant, I dig you, man.

I dig you!

Get off!

Oh, my God! Mom, look.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

- What happened?

- You okay?

I was out or what?

Yeah, you were out.

Let me go get somebody.

- Hey, man.

- Hey, Mom.

- How you doing?

- You're gonna be okay.

What happened?

Let me see. Melvin was being Melvin.

Melvin can do anything.

Melvin think he can fly.

Melvin think he can drink

a whole liquor store.

Melvin jump off cliff.

Hurt when hit ground.

That's pretty much what happened, man.

- How you doing?

- How are you feeling? You just woke up?

- Yeah, what is this thing?

- This just checks your heart rate.

You went into cardiac arrest

so we're just monitoring you right now.

- You gonna be his nurse today?

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