Blood Ties Page #7

- Get the f*** inside!

I belong to me.

What the f*** did I tell you?

You told your friends I was giving

free ones? You think I'm yours?

Look what this f***er did to me.

I told you I ain't hooking no more!

I did everything you asked me,

I stopped using, I collect

your f***ing money!

What did I f***ing tell you?

I said you don't come

and talk to me ever!

What the f*** is going

through your mind?

They got cops all over the place!

Are you f***in' stupid?

Say, baby!

What you doin' walkin'

by yourself tonight?

You wanna go party with us tonight?

It's cool!

No, no, baby... Here you

pay after you f***...

Sorry, honey. You're

already f***ed.

All right. Let's go.

Hey! Hey! Sh*t, I don't know her!

Don't touch me, pigs!

All right. Let's go.

Let's go!

Get off!

Don't touch me!

Come on! Shut up!

You think you're smart?

Right?

I don't think anything.

Yeah?

Well, you're not as smart

as you think you are.

What do you think is

gonna happen to you?

I don't know.

Same as always,

I don't give a f*** anymore.

Yeah, see, this isn't the

same as always, sweetheart.

That little Italian girl,

she told us everything.

Everything.

Now, if you really are

queen of that hive,

well, then, you deserve

what's coming your way.

But if you're just a

working stiff, well,

that's kind of a waste,

don't you think?

All right.

We're going to put you back inside.

Why don't you think it over for

a little and get back to us?

Oh there is one more

thing, Miss D'Amato.

You are aware that the

Italian girl is a minor?

You didn't know that?

Well, think about that.

Possession of narcotics,

underage girls,

it'd be a long, long

time inside for you,

no question.

Yeah.

That's all.

Have a seat.

Police, open up!

Hey, sport, police,

mind if we come in?

- No.

- Is this your mother's room?

Yeah.

Go back to sleep, kid, we'll

shut the door when we're done.

It'd be better if you'd shut up!

Well, this kid's got balls!

Don't worry we'll be quick.

See?

Yeah.

Frank, it's me. Sorry I'm

calling you so late.

I know how you...

What, you woke me up to apologize?

No, no. I, uh...

It's about your brother.

You... you were right,

he was, there. You...

You... you put a bullet into him.

You still there?

Yeah.

You know,

I don't have to tell you, you

know, me telling you this is...

When?

Uh, first thing in the morning.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Was that the phone?

Yeah. It was nobody,

honey, wrong number.

Go back to sleep.

Police!

Chris!

Police! Police! Don't f***ing move!

I just called your place, somebody

picked up but didn't say nothing.

It's the cops. They're after me.

Chris, Louis is dead.

What?

They found his body in the cellar.

Bobby just called me.

We don't know where Scarfo is.

Look, I want you to give

this to Natalie. All of it.

What about your brother?

Scarfo's all over him,

he wants him bad.

I know.

- They left!

- What?

They left, they gave me

the keys for the plants.

What's up? Is he in trouble?

His brother was here about half

hour ago, lookin' for them.

Did you tell him where

they were going?

Yeah. Grand Central. Why?

He's running!

The 8:
30 New Haven

line with stops in

Mount Vernon, New Rochelle, Harrison,

Stamford, Norwalk, Westport,

Fairfield and Bridgeport will

be departing on Track 18.

Police! Freeze!

Get on the f***in' floor now!

On your f***in' knees, now!

- Now! Down now!

- Police, freeze!

Get the f*** on the floor.

On the floor, you hear me!

- Get down! Get down! - Get the f*** down

before I blow your f***ing head off!

- On the floor, you hear me?

- Get down.

Hands up! Get your

f***in' hands up, now!

Hands up!

Good.

Lay down!

Lay the f*** down! Now!

- Get down!

- Lay down! Now!

- Lay down!

- Now!

- Lay the f*** down now!

- Now!

Down! Get down!

- Down!

- Lay down!

I'll put one in your f***ing skull.

- Oh, f***!

- Get down!

Lay the f*** down.

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