Asylum Page #5

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our moment in the sun

where we get everything

that's coming to us without

big Al taking forty percent.

Are you with me or against me?

Yeah, I'm with you.

So I'm going to take care of Lexy

and then we'll boogie.

That a boy. Hey Hey hey.

You know,

if you like her so much

you should just f*** her

before you kill her.

I tell you what give me five

and then we going to

boogie out of here. OK?

But use your knife.

That's my gun Rock.

Yeah I know. But I want you to

use your knife.

Mother f***er I just told you

that I was with you.

Use your knife.

Yeah. Ok. It's like that.

Alright. Give me a few minutes

I'll be right back.

Let's go.

Listen you said you could

get me in with the Horde right?

Yeah, I mean you haven't

done anything to cut them.

I'm just trying not to

get killed, ok?

Yeah well me too.

Let's go, come on.

Wait, I'm not leaving without her.

Look, I'm not f***ing

leaving without her.

- I'm going to get a car.

- I'll meet you out front.

Have her down stairs,

you understand me?

Some wounds run deep Junior.

They never heal.

They just keep festering and festering

like a scab you can't help picking at.

I don't know if killing you is going to

make me feel any better.

But sometimes you just

want to grab hold of that scab

and rip the mother f***er off!

You know that

did make me feel better.

Yo, Eddie.

Just go.

Eddie You done yet?

You know if she ain't dead yet,

I wouldn't mind sloppy seconds.

Eddie?

Where did they go whore?

What are you gonna do?

Kill me?

Packed everything?

You took long enough.

Look, Eddie, I know you think I'm

some sort of back stabbing whore, but...

it's not what you think,

you can trust me.

You trying to play me?

I gotta tell you something ok...

What?

All that stuff I said about

Spanky and the Horde,

and setting up Al. I lied.

That was a dumb sh*t move

coming back here Eddie.

You sick Mother f***er.

Come on out,

I'm not gonna kill you.

Crazy bastard.

I'm gonna f***ing kill you Rock.

That's just the p*ssy talking.

The b*tch has got your head

so wound you can't see the reality.

What reality?

Our reality.

The one we choose.

Not the one we got because

we were born poor and dumb.

I'm talking about the one we create

where we're the masters of our world.

Leave me alone.

What are three elements of life?

Money, P*ssy, Power.

That's all within our grasp.

We just need to show

some f***ing resolve.

Then Rock, go ahead and do it.

Nobody is stopping you,

go on and take on the Horde,

but do it your damn self.

I need you to shoot the Horde

when they run out the backdoor.

What?

Wait a sec.

Hello?

Yeah... No, everybody...

everything's fine.

Yes sir.

Where are you?

Jail. They're processing me

out right now.

If you run into that f***ing coward

Chester tell him I want to talk to him.

What happened?

You wanna talk bullshit,

listen to this.

Lexy asked me if I was getting

into the crank making business.

I said you must be f***ing crazy.

I'm a business man, just cause

I sell it doesn't mean I make it.

It's a job for n*ggers and hicks.

Then she said the girls heard

one of your boys set up a lab.

I said "Really"? Where?

So I've been sitting here

for the past 24 hours...

answering these stupid questions.

Well, that sucks.

Where's Lexy?

I can't find anybody.

Uh... we're at the house now.

Yeah why don't you

just meet us there?

Yeah ok, bye.

Al?

There's no Horde?

No. Junior lied to us.

That little f***ing punk

why would he do that?

He just made all that sh*t up.

He knew we would take the bait.

And he set us up

so we would fall on our faces.

Al. Al. I know

what this looks like alright.

But I tried to stop him.

I tried to stop Rock,

I was trying to save you son.

Alright? I saved you.

Rock was going to kill you.

Why did you tell them

to meet us here?

We have to kill Al.

What?

Don't act like

we don't have to kill him.

We just killed his son.

You killed his f***ing son.

Oh that's the way

you're going to play me?

After all we've been through together

that's the way you're going to be?

Fine, we might as well part ways.

Part ways?

Yeah, you go clean yourself up

and go do whatever you're gonna do.

I'll take care of Al.

Take my gun mother f***er huh?

F*** you Eddie,

I got this shotgun pointed

right at your head.

So let's go.

Let's die, right here right now,

you wanna die?

Actually, not really.

Why don't we just put

the guns down and walk away?

Put the guns down

and walk away?

Yeah, count of three.

Ok. Bet.

Tell you what, take my 22.

out your back pocket first.

Oh yeah. Sure.

Count of three.

One...

two...

three.

See you around.

Yeah, we'll do lunch.

F*** You!

F*** You! Mother F***er!

Come on let's die mother f***er.

Story checks out.

Found the bodies.

Aw sh*t.

Eddie this has all been

one big misunderstanding.

I just wish, I wish

I could have stopped him sooner.

This mother f***er went crazy.

He just started killing everybody.

Look at me,

I've been beating on you.

Want a smoke Eddie?

Yeah.

Guess where I found this Eddie?

You know what? Don't guess.

Let me tell you a story.

Now you just told me

all this sh*t.

But you still haven't

answered the big question.

Whose meth lab was it?

That was your meth lab,

wasn't it Eddie.

You let my son take

the rap for something you did.

They all took the wrap for

something you did.

That makes you

the biggest liar of them all.

All your little

bullshit story proves...

is that when you

torture people, they lie.

Just like you.

Why don't you just tell me

something I don't know?

Get that smug look off

your f***ing face, Al.

You lucked out

and found my lighter.

You think you know

what's going on?

F*** it I'll come clean.

I don't really give a sh*t Eddie.

There is no truth, just reality.

I lost interest in the truth

the moment I started beating on you.

The reality is, my boy is dead.

Are you getting ready to cry?

Are you? Hey, hey dog, don't cry

for that motherf***er because, WOW!

Your son went out like a b*tch.

I swear to God.

That's your seed?

Al? That's the type of

man you produce.

A man that cries like

a twelve year old girl...

that just had her f***ing period.

You know what Al,

you can ignore me

as much as you want,

you can act like you don't

give a sh*t about what I'm saying.

That sh*t don't matter.

What matters is this Al:

You will remember me.

You will remember me for

the rest of your greasy haired,

guinea, wop, mother f***ing life.

Because I am the Moolian

that killed your son.

Die slow mother f***er.

You know what?

You got a big mouth.

That's where

I'm gonna start first.

With your mouth because...

I'm getting sick

and tired of hearing your sh*t.

I want to cut your tongue out.

So you just got to ask yourself

one thing Eddie.

If I'm gonna cut your tongue out,

what is it I wanna hear from you?

Do your worst.

Do your f***ing worst.

You know what I wanna

hear from you?

I wanna hear you suffer.

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