Another Day in Paradise Page #3

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I'm the happiest now then

I have ever been in my whole life.

Before tonight, I never even

drank champagne before.

You don't say?

You might have mentioned that

a little earlier in the evening.

Oh, yeah?

Okay, five feet to heaven.

Here we go.

Sorry. Sorry.

Here, you want

to take your shoes off?

Guess not. Fine.

There you go.

You feeling okay?

You are not sick are you?

You are in bed, good night.

Night, night.

Thanks, Mel.

He could have fit up here.

F***.

Bingo.

Easy as f***ing cake.

Did I scare you, baby?

Lead the way, boss.

We're rich!

We are so f***ing rich!

Still got to sell this sh*t, Ace.

Knock, knock.

Bobby, this is Reverend James Cook.

Today, I can offer you

the worldly protection...

of the weapons of the hand.

You are a gun dealer?

I'm a gunsmith by trade.

But a fisher of men

by avocation.

But you are a preacher.

Doesn't that go against your morals?

Even Jesus Christ was a carpenter.

And his disciples, fisherman.

And we know blessed

Mary Magdalene was a whore.

Boys, I hate to break up the

theological discussion here...

but how much for the lot, Jim?

Two thousand total.

I prefer 10O's.

And now...

May God bless you...

and keep you safe

under his protection...

for all your earthly endeavors.

Softly and tenderly

Jesus is calling

Calling for you

And for me.

Happy trails.

Who the f*** was that?

Somebody you never want

to mess with.

Got you first.

Hey baby.

Kind of pretty

for something so ugly?

I'm pregnant, Bobby,

what do you think about that?

I have been trying to tell

you for awhile you know,

but I didn't know how to say it.

Come on baby, don't just stand

there all peeing and sh*t.

Say something.

This is serious.

- What are you going to do?

- I don't know.

What if I want to keep it?

Sh*t baby, you think that

is a good idea?

I mean, f***,

I ain't old enough to handle kids.

Oh I see, you are just a kid, right?

One minute you are

Mister Big Man with Mel...

and the next minute you're

just a helpless little boy.

- Is that it?

- No, that is not what I meant.

I'm just saying maybe we should wait...

wait until all this

sh*t is over, you know?

Wait til it is

a good time to have kids.

There never will be a good time,

there will always be something wrong.

If I keep it, are you going to leave?

I don't know baby...

I never even thought about

having kids before.

Seeing how my parents

f***ed me up and all.

Yeah well, our parents didn't

give a f***ing sh*t about us.

So f*** them!

But we can do better.

We can be the kind of

parents that they never were.

You are the best thing

that ever happened to me, baby.

I love you.

But I'll do this alone

if I have to.

Sh*t baby, you know me

better than that.

The only way you are going to

get rid of me is if I die.

And I am not going to f***ing die, okay?

Oh good.

Besides I'll spoil the sh*t

out of him, right?

Or her.

- Hey have you told Sid yet?

- No.

Oh my God!

Oh my God. You're pregnant.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

They are pregnant.

You're pregnant.

You are going to have a baby.

You're going to have a little baby.

A beautiful little baby.

Oh my God, I can't f***ing

believe it!

All right. Calm down.

Great news.

But, everybody in the world

doesn't have to hear it.

What do you mean, everybody

doesn't need to know.

What, am I being loud,

is that what you mean?

I mean, who gives a flying f*** really?

It is so cool,

I can't believe it.

A baby, now wait a minute,

how pregnant are you?

When are you

going to have this baby?

What do you want?

- A girl.

- A boy.

Your eyes, and your mouth.

Oh my God.

Little babies,

I love little babies.

No more caffeine for you, missy.

For me? It is for her.

I think you are a bit more

excited about this than we are.

You think? No...

well you will get more excited.

No, we are excited.

Oh, I love kids.

What the f*** are you doing?

What am I doing?

Yeah, what are you doing?

I'm not doing anything.

What is your f***ing problem?

Don't... do this.

F*** you, Mel.

So there are some details

I want to go over at the motel,

before the clients start coming, okay?

Whatever you say man,

you are the boss.

Should you be smoking?

The baby?

- So which one do you like?

- Well, the.38 Smith and Wesson.

It is a Chief's Special.

It is compact,

plenty of stopping power

with these hollow points.

I got it all sighted in

on the range.

Accurate to fifty feet.

Oh gosh, that's nice.

Pay attention, G.I. Joe.

If you want to learn,

you got to listen.

- I'm listening.

- Put the gun down and watch.

I'm listening.

Put the f***ing gun down before

I smack the sh*t out of you.

Come here.

A Walther PP.

I call it a lucky seven,

because it has got

six in the clip and...

one in the chamber.

Let me see your hands.

See you got delicate hands

and not a lot of muscle.

- F*** you.

- No man. This is good for you.

It has good balance.

How does it feel?

- Oh, it feels good.

- Yeah?

- I like it.

- Good?

See, Sid and me will

teach you how to shoot.

Now here's the deal.

You make a gun feel like it's

an extension of your arm.

And after a little practice

you don't have to aim.

You just point your hand at

what you want to hit and boom.

It will f***ing

have holes in it all day.

I'd like to see some f***er

try some sh*t on me with this.

Finish his ass like Swiss cheese.

Hey, something you got to

understand Ace, all right?

A gun is there for your protection.

You use it when

you have no other option.

It ain't your f***ing dick

so don't be whipping it out

every time you want to prove

you are a f***ing tough guy.

Okay? You got that?

Yeah man, I ain't stupid.

Glad to hear it.

Thanks.

Hey, Mel. What you think about

me being a dad?

Pretty crazy?

I think you are pretty young

to be popping out babies.

But hey, it ain't my business.

Rosie is really excited,

but I'm nervous.

I guess that is normal?

Me and Sid can't do it.

Can't have no babies.

So do me a favor

and go light on the topic.

F*** it.

Just the luck of the draw.

You and Sid have really been

like parents to me and Rosie.

So I kind of guess you

got kids after all.

Even if it is not the way

you expect, right?

Give me a break, kid.

You think

if I was going to adopt,

I would end up with

a delinquent doper like you?

I don't think so.

I'm just f***ing with you.

Don't be so sensitive.

Don't worry, Bobbie.

Everything's going to work out.

You think so?

Yeah, I do.

Yeah?

Send him over.

First clients have arrived.

So what will I do?

Just hang there, look cool.

How about fifty cents each?

No way pal, no.

Sixty cents, that is it.

Or we don't do business.

Black Beauties are selling for two,

three dollars a piece on the street.

Twenty-five hundred dollars.

Cash money, right now.

Or we walk... f***er.

We'll find a better price.

It is just as simple as that.

Sixty cents, or we don't have a deal.

It is as simple as that.

F***er!

Who has the money?

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