American Hero Page #6

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Some things change, I guess.

You want a drink?

No.

Gotta get going. Just wanted to say hello.

Alright, Jimmy. Take her easy.

Lucille.

Lucille!

What the f*** you want?

I'm sorry.

Man, keep your damn voice down.

I'm sorry.

You're drunk ain't you, motherf***er?

God damn, Melvin. I'm not talking

to your ass while you're drunk.

- Just let me inside.

- Get the hell away from my house, man.

I'm tired of seeing you like this, bro.

I love you, man.

Yo!

Hey.

What's up, Mel? You look like sh*t.

- What's going on?

- Just wanna hang, man.

- Who is it?

- It's Melvin.

What does he want? I don't want that

motherf***er, Nathan, showing up here.

Anybody follow you here?

Yeah, these babies.

- How's he look, man?

- He's wasted.

- Really? Did he bring any friends?

- Brought a whole f***ing bag full of 'em.

You wanna party, Mel?

- Get your ass up here, man.

- What a f***ing privilege.

F***ing A. We got our old Melvin back.

- Let's call someone.

- Hey, man, we'll call lots of people.

Sh*t.

- I'm happy to see you, man.

- I'm happy to see you, too, brother.

- Did they f*** with you in there?

- A little bit, man.

- Sexually, no?

- F*** you, man.

I don't know...

If it wasn't for Lucille,

maybe you'd be one of my best friends.

- F*** being sober!

- To being f***ing back.

When are the b*tches showing up?

- F*** all this bullshit.

- Danny, where you going?

I'm putting music on. I gotta pee.

- She was fat.

- No way. She wasn't fat.

Just 'cause a chick got big hips

and a big ass doesn't make her fat.

- If she got fat hips and a fat ass...

- Did you see the size of those f***ing tits?

Those are motor boating tits.

Those are good tits.

- Good tits for you.

- You should did her.

It's the reason

why we're running late now.

F***ing liquor store's probably

not even open thanks to you...

Yo, Mel. Is that you, motherf***er?

Kiss my ass, Melvin.

F*** you, man!

I ain't no b*tch!

- Holy sh*t.

- Yo, let's go!

- Are you hit, man?

- No.

You alright?

- Guys, we gotta get the f*** out of here.

- Just take me to Lucas's.

- Dude, what's wrong, bro?

- It's my heart. Just get me there.

F***.

Mel. Mel, this is... this is crazy.

I don't have a clue what I'm looking for.

You really need to see a specialist.

I'll be alright.

- I just need to rest.

- But you're not alright.

The more you're using your abilities,

the more it's hurting you.

Yeah? Thought you said

you weren't a specialist?

Mel, look, I... I wanna help...

but I'm not comfortable with this.

Son of a b*tch.

You son of a b*tch.

Son of a b*tch.

Son of a b*tch.

You about done playing this game,

motherf***er?

Yeah, man.

How's the arm?

I've had worse.

It's good to see you.

Likewise, man.

I worry about you.

Come here, Ma.

Everything's gonna be alright.

Impressed?

- So?

- Brother...

you the only motherf***er I know

that'll turn a Porsche into a Nissan

and still feel good about himself.

- Hey, Jimmy.

- Hey.

- How's Lucille holding up?

- He's good. He's doing better.

- That's good.

- Listen...

Just wanted you to know

it's gonna get noisy at C-block later.

You need me?

When you get the call...

ignore it.

I got this.

Thanks, Jim.

Chopin, Vagner, Beethoven, Mozart.

You know what they all have in common?

They're Europeans, man.

I mean, those cats had so much history

and culture to draw from when they wrote.

That's why their concertos

are still amazing to this day.

I mean, listen to that.

The changes, the notes,

the way it prociendos.

It's perfect. I f***ing love it.

We're here.

It's hot as a motherf***er out here today.

Alright, man. Let's go.

- Sh*t.

- What the f***?

Man, what the f***, man?

Sh*t, all the sh*t's coming out.

Take it and put that sh*t in there.

Can't have the feds see this, man.

F***, man.

Sh*t!

I know you out here,

you magic motherf***er! Come out!

- You f***...

- Come on, Melvin!

I know you out there, you magic b*tch.

F***!

What the f***, man!

F*** you!

F*** you! I'm coming for you, you b*tch!

You gonna f*** with me.

Alright, your boys are running now!

- Kiss my ass, Melvin.

- Come on!

Damn.

F***!

- Yeah, I like seeing you run.

- F*** you, man.

Yeah!

- Crazy motherf***er!

- Done, motherf***er.

This is gonna be fun.

Hide and seek time, motherf***er.

I remember playing this when I was a kid.

I love seeing you run.

Here I come!

I heard something happened

to that motherf***er Nathan.

I think he got the message.

I got somewhere I wanna take you.

Where is that?

You gotta know everything.

- Man, I'm playing like a salad up here.

- A what?

A salad. Getting tossed

all over the damn place.

Gotta do something about these roads.

I gotta get me a new set

of legs that work.

Yeah, or a new chair that works.

Ain't nobody gonna buy me

a new chair, my brother.

I'm stuck in this old beat up

raggedy motherf***er for life.

- You ready?

- I been ready.

For me?

Yeah, it's for you.

Look at that. Chrome.

White leather. You even put an "L" on it.

Well, sh*t! Don't just stand there

like you in a soup line.

Help me in the motherfucking vessel.

- Get that break on.

- You ready?

- Yeah.

- One...

- I got you.

- You got me?

Bang.

Yeah. You got suspension. A cold one.

Look at that, man.

You thought of everything.

- BMX wheels.

- Get that sh*t out of the way.

- Yeah, let me get rid of this.

- Give it a test drive.

Baby! Look at this thing!

- Hell yeah!

- You like those wheels?

I love these wheels, man.

We can go off-roading with these.

You already know.

I know.

Well, let's go motherf***er.

Push me somewhere. Sh*t.

Get my roll on. Get my stroll on.

Rolling up with the "L"

on the back of my chair

With no fears, crystal clear, my dear

Here he come, here he come

just having a little fun

And it's only just begun

underneath the sun

Give him some legs,

give him some new wheels

What you say, boy? Coppin' those pills

I'm Lucille, you'll cop a pill

Even though my legs I can't feel

Hi, Doreen.

- Can I talk to you for a second?

- Melvin.

You're breaking the law by being

within one hundred yards of me.

I know. I just need a...

just need a minute.

Melvin, you got ten seconds

to back away before I call the cops.

Call the cops.

I got nothing to lose anymore.

I'm lonely.

That's what happens

when you screw your marriage up.

I just wanna see Rex.

Wanna walk home from school

and see his face. Smell him.

I just want him to know that I'm here in

case something really does happen to me.

How do you sit here and pretend to care

when you're the one who stopped helping

- with his child support?

- I never stopped.

I put money in the bank.

Come on, Mel.

Please let's not play me for the fool.

Doreen.

I got four thousand dollars

in Rex's name right here...

and there's more coming.

I just wanna see my boy.

Just let me walk him home once.

Come on.

I gotta be insane.

Here we go!

- Hey, you.

- Yes?

Where's my little man? Where is he?

I don't see him.

- Here I am!

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