Bad Asses Page #2

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was drug related.

No way. Not Manny.

Not drug related.

Frank, we found 300 Hapacol pills on

his body the night that he was killed.

That's 5 grand street value.

I'm sorry.

But it looks like he

was a major seller.

All right, everybody, listen up!

Hey, everybody!

Get in here.

What's up, man? Come on.

Listen up!

If I catch anybody here...

making, selling or using drugs,

I will personally break both your

legs and use your arms as crutches.

Now, do you hear me?

- Now, do you hear me?

- Yes!

Drugs are for losers.

Only winners come in here.

Don't make me say it again.

Tucson, come on.

Sit down.

All right, let's have it. What?

Don't bullshit me.

How long was Manny dealing?

I swear, Coach. I have no idea

what you're talking about.

Manny would've never got involved in

any of that stuff. You know that.

You better not be lying to me.

I'm not lying.

Go on. Get out of here.

Yes, sir.

Yeah? Ginobli.

Coach?

Expecting a cold?

Look-Coach, I can explain, man.

Please don't break my legs.

Please don't break my legs.

How long was Manny selling?

I don't know.

I'm running

real thin on patience.

How long was he selling? Okay, okay.

A few months.

But he was only doing it

to support his family.

He was gonna quit once he

turned pro this weekend.

Man, he didn't want you to know.

He knew how

disappointed you'd be.

And what about you?

Come on.

Where we going?

To see your friends.

Wait, wait. No. No, I can't, man.

They'll kill me.

Uh, no, they won't. Why not?

Because if you don't take me

to 'em, I will kill you first.

Now come on.

You sure I need to

be here for this?

Step back.

Oh, sh*t!

Hey, hey, we're pacifists.

And vegans.

No.

No, no.

All right, listen up, gentlemen.

Anybody in here tries

to get in touch...

with my friend, Mr. Tucson...

either by phone, text,

e-mail or Instagram...

or any other form

of communication...

I'll kill you.

Now, do we understand

each other?

Okay. I'll take that as a "Yes, Mr.

Vega, we understand."

Come on, Tucson. Let's go.

Coming.

Well, no.

Not exactly to that extent.

But what I can tell you is that

we are making great strides...

implementing safety and law

enforcement measures to-.

How should I say it?

Preserve peace and

extend the lives...

of the citizens of

our great country.

Ah, hijo mio, Adolfo.

I want you to meet the senator and

his lovely wife, Mrs. Raskin.

- This is my son, Adolfo.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Senator. Mrs. Raskin.

I'm sorry to interrupt, but I

need to speak to you in private.

Es importante. Of course.

Please excuse me for

just one moment.

I do apologize.

Shut up!

You've given

me a place to go...

and a reason to get up in the morning.

You've been like a second dad to me.

And I love you.

Bernie!

Hey, come on! Open up!

I- I wanna buy a case!

Bernie!

Aw, sh-Hey!

Come on! Are you in there?

Bernie!

I'll take my business

somewhere else!

B*tch. Damn.

Hey!

One, two, three, four

a**holes in front of me.

Five, six-I'd better

find a big stick.

This smart-ass is him.

Hey. Didn't I beat your

ass, like, a few days ago?

You made a big mistake

by coming over.

Next time I'll bring a dessert.

Smart-ass old bastard.

Hell of a way to go out.

You know, your boy Manny, he went

out crying like a little b*tch.

Get up!

Clear out, guys.

It's time to meet

your maker, old man.

You okay, Vega?

I didn't need your help.

You could've fooled me.

Come on.

Yeah, here we go.

You broke my f***ing ribs.

Okay, who killed Manny?

F*** you.

F*** me?

Who killed Manny?

Stop!

You're a little sensitive there.

All right, now,

who killed Manny?

Okay!

God-Stop!

Okay, okay. It was Adolfo.

It was Adolfo.

He ordered the hit.

Where can I find Adolfo?

F*** you.

Oh, God.

Don't.

I don't know.

I don't know, man. I don't know.

Sh*t.

I guess he couldn't

take the ribbing.

There were two things I

was good at growing up.

Hockey and fighting.

Hockey?

Yeah, hockey, fool.

You have a problem with that?

No. I mean, I just never seen-.

A black man play hockey? I had to

deal with that sh*t my whole life.

Nobody wanted to see it,

so I had to fight my way all the

way up to the minor leagues.

Had at least two

fights a night...

with some honky...

who didn't like colored

folks on the ice.

Yeah.

And then the day I

dreamed of finally came.

I was gonna get called up

to-to the big leagues.

I was gonna be the first

African-American...

to play in the N.H.L.

And just like that,

It was over.

In my final minor league game,

with the Quebec Mounties,

the Cracker brothers blindside

checked me into the boards...

and blew out my knee.

I never played again.

My life was never the same.

At least you walked

away with your health.

Well, I don't-I don't

have that either.

Yeah, I've got some rare liver

disease that no one ever heard of.

Doctors are confused.

I'm too old to be on a donor

list for a transplant.

And, uh-So I got

6 months tops.

I'm sorry, Bernie.

What you sorry about?

It wasn't your fault.

I'll be fine. Yeah.

The way you going, you'll

be dead before me anyhow.

Yeah.

Why'd you help me?

I owed you one.

Now-Now we're even.

I sure appreciate it.

And I'm impressed.

You finally got out

of your place.

Yeah, well, it's about

time I changed my life.

Yeah, I figure, what do

I got to lose, right?

Yeah.

Manny was a good kid.

Don't see that a lot.

So, you gonna find this Adolfo?

Oh, yeah.

Need a hand?

Could always use an extra one.

Good.

So let's go get those

son of a b*tches.

Boy, what the hell you got on?

You look like a Guatemalan tourist.

Well, rather that than a

walking billboard for 7UP.

And what you got in that packet?

Oranges and Chiclets?

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Here. I got a fanny

pack for you too.

Not me. You keep that for yourself.

I ain't putting that on.

Whoo.

Whose is this?

It's mine. Who the

hell you think it is?

"Whose is this?"

I would've thought D.M.V.

took away your license by now.

They did.

Come on, baby.

Well, what you expect?

It's been 25 years since I

been down in this shithole.

Goddamn.

I've forgotten how uncomfortable

the damn city bus is.

Damn hemorrhoids is flaring up.

Sh*t.

Come on. Come on.

Just walk it off.

Now what, Kojak?

We get 'em to let us in.

What's next?

Uh...

Oh. Here.

Hello.

Damn. Age before beauty.

What now?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

No need to always get violent.

Ah. Looks like they

knew you were coming.

What's the next move, Columbo?

Listen, Carmen.

You're gonna help me.

I can't do it, Frank.

The last time I helped you,

it almost cost me my job.

And as of today,

I have 17 years,

62 days, 14 hours,

32 minutes and 55 seconds...

before I retire and receive my

extraordinarily fat pension.

You will not mess that up.

Carmen, sweetheart, look,

you will help me because...

You're never gonna find

Someone who wants you

Like I do

Franklin, don't start

nothing you can't finish.

You know this booty can go two or three

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