Bad Asses Page #4
'cause I don't want your
butt falling on me.
Make sure they use
the gate for safety.
Don't need a gate.
Slept in a bunk
or two in my day.
They had bunk beds back then?
All right, little lady.
So that's how it's
gonna be, huh?
Hey, Bernie. You up?
No.
You know, I can keep doing this thing.
You don't have to-.
Boy, you better shut your mouth
before I coldcock your ass.
Good night, John-boy.
Shut up.
Rise and shine, boys.
Jules, honey, don't.
Let them sleep.
I'm so sorry.
Bernie, how'd you end up there?
I don't know.
I must have fell.
Told ya you needed the gate.
Okay, honey. Come on.
Sorry, guys.
You all right? Doesn't that
liver ever give you a break?
It's not my liver.
I had some of Rosaria's
leftovers this morning...
and I've been pissin'
out my ass ever since.
I don't know if I'll be able to do
that beach house thing with ya.
I gotta get to a bathroom,
and I'm gonna be there
for a long time.
We'll find you a bathroom.
Just don't do it here. Don't do it here.
You all right? Yeah.
Can I help you?
Oh, hey.
Yeah, I was supposed to meet my friend
here. Guess he hasn't made it home yet.
Resident's name?
Uh, Adolfo Herrera.
You look familiar.
Yeah, I been here
a couple times.
No, no, no. From someplace else.
TV or somethin'.
Are you an actor? Who, me?
Are you kiddin'? Wish I was.
Those guys make all the dough, huh?
Tell me about it.
I've got a cousin, he shot one of those
insurance commercials. Took in five figures.
He worked one day.
Can you believe that sh*t?
Meanwhile, I'm driving around in this
piece of crap for 10 bucks an hour.
Sucks balls.
Anyway, if no one's
comin' to let you in,
I'm gonna have to
ask you to leave.
He told me to wait
for him out front.
I'm sorry.
It's homeowners' rules.
Well, rules were
made to be broken.
Shh. I'm not gonna hurt you.
Who the f*** are you?
I told you I didn't want to fight.
Bad Ass!
What do you want?
You killed my friend
Manny Parkes.
How do you want to
die, motherf***er?
Oh, finally...
I get the pleasure to make
your acquaintance, Senor Vega.
I didn't order the hit.
- Who did?
- I don't know.
Freeze!
Back away, Vega.
I'm really sorry to barge in here, Mr.
Herrera. The side door was open.
You done good, Steven.
Really? 'Cause I was
hoping for a raise.
Hey, hey! Hey!
Don't push it.
Now,
as for you, Senor Vega...
I don't appreciate you barging
into my place of residence.
I'm a-I'm a recluse, you know.
I'm not big on visitors.
But you can relate. Right?
So, my friend,
I'm gonna have to say good-bye.
If I were you, a**hole,
I'd step the hell back.
Actually, I think you
better step the hell back.
You motherf***er! Oh,
you motherf***er!
Now, where were we?
Who made the hit?
My father, you f***in' a**hole!
My father. Okay, good.
Now that we're seein' eye to
eye, where can we find him?
The consulate!
- What consulate?
- The f***in' Argentinean consulate!
A lot of security at
them consulates, Frank.
My uncle used to work at
the Uganda consulate.
They ran that joint
like Fort Knox.
Where else can we find him?
I don't know.
Well, then text him!
Are you f***ing insane? You want
me to set up my own father?
Yeah.
Text him now.
Oh, sh*t!
Buenos tardes, senores.
Care to sit?
If I wasn't an
officer of the law,
Well, that never stopped
the rest of the L.A.P.D.
You have the right
to remain silent.
Anything you say can be held
against you in a court of law.
It's never going to
stick, gentlemen.
You have the right
to an attorney.
Leave a nice tip.
We got him.
Thank you.
Can we go to Chuck E. Cheese?
Can we go to Chuck E. Cheese?
Please? Please?
Sure. Of course we can. Sure.
Thanks, Uncle Frank.
That was so much fun.
Hey, that was so much fun
we're gonna do it again.
I want you to have this.
Oh, wait. You won that.
That's yours.
I know. That's why I want you to have it.
It can keep you safe and sound.
Oh, it's beautiful.
I'll never take it off.
It was so sudden.
He had been complaining of chest
pains earlier in the day,
he had a heart attack.
I'm so sorry. He was so young.
Yeah.
It was toughest on the kids.
Thank goodness for work.
Kept my mind off things.
What exactly do you do?
Residential real estate. I can
help you buy your next home.
Boy, I'm sure in the
market for one.
What about you?
What did you do before all this?
I owned a hot dog cart.
A hot dog cart? Really?
Yeah. Yeah.
Same location for
almost 40 years.
And then Baxter got cancer,
and I sold the house to
pay for his treatments.
With the money left over,
I bought the center.
Well, the kids absolutely
adore you there.
Well, they're great kids.
ever came to having a son.
I know, Frank.
There was a strong connection.
Same with Julia.
You have a wonderful
little girl there.
Oh, man. She is a pistol, right?
And she's only five.
I can't imagine her at 16.
Boys don't
stand a chance.
You're a very special
man, Frank Vega.
You have a genuine spirit.
People gravitate to it.
Me included.
Well, you know, I just-I
try to do the right thing.
Well, then the right thing
would be to kiss me.
Never mind me. I'm just
lookin' for some fro-yo.
So you are covered-water damage,
fire damage and electrical.
And we'll also cover the expenses
of a temporary new space...
until the renovation
is complete.
So I won't have to pay a thing?
No, you're covered.
- Vega, you got a minute?
- Yeah. Excuse me.
I don't have to pay a dime.
Fully covered.
Hey, that's great, Frank.
Congratulations.
But listen, Frank.
They let Herrera go.
- What?
- He's an untouchable.
He's got diplomatic immunity.
You mean he can murder somebody,
deal drugs in our neighborhood,
and they let him go?
You got any real proof?
Yeah. I saw it with my own eyes.
How could you let him go?
I've made my peace that you're
gonna do whatever you want.
God knows you're not
gonna listen to me.
But this thing-Unless you have
undeniable concrete proof,
this guy's never
gonna go to jail.
It's a no-win.
You hear what I'm sayin', Frank?
It's a no-win.
Looks like your boy brought
himself some protection.
Follow that Escalade.
You bring your wallet?
Yeah.
Good. 'Cause I think this
sh*t's gonna be expensive.
Meat packing?
What the hell is
Herrera doing here?
We're gonna find out.
But first pay the man.
Hey!
- What do I owe you?
- 83.85.
Jesus Christ!
Wait here. Okay.
Thank you.
Bring it over here.
No, you gotta pick 'em up...
You gotta pick 'em up.
There.
What the hell we doing, man?
Oh, sh*t. Wait.
What's wrong?
Nothin'. Just-Just keep goin'.
Boy, we ain't got no time
for checkin' inventory.
Check this out.
They were importing the
stuff through the meat.
Straight from Argentina
into our neighborhood.
Has a bill, has a-.
What, uh-What are you doing?
Uh, good day, gentlemen.
I'm Agent Black, this
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