Break Night Page #7

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Third round I caught

him with a right.

His f***in' left eye

rolled straight up

into the back of his head.

F***.

Other one stayed

staring right at me.

Never seen anything like it.

Still had a minute

20 left in the round,

he couldn't see my right.

I practically mashed that

eye into ground up meat.

F***.

Couldn't use it no more.

[phone ringing]

Jack Burbank.

What's up?

[Jack] Yo, Lloyd.

Hey, listen, you're

never gonna guess

whose jacket I just

got assigned to me.

No, no, I'll give you a hint.

Last time you saw him

you wanted to put a bullet

in his f***ing head.

Andre Starks?

[Jack] No.

Ricky Parsons?

[Jack] No.

Oh wait I know,

must be that little

Oakdale Mob motherf***er,

Rodney Jefferson.

[Jack] No.

Jesus Christ Lloyd, how the

f*** many people have you tried

to kill lately?

No, man, I'm talking

about Jimmy Hill.

[suspenseful music]

No sh*t.

[Jack] Yeah, just got kicked.

I want to make sure

you stay away from him.

Then what the hell did you

call and tell me he's out for?

God damn, Jack, you just

can't dangle a steak

in front of a man and tell

him he can't have a bite.

[Jack] Because I'm

running the drag on him

and I didn't want you

to hear it on the street

and wind up f***ing up my play.

You got a problem with that,

your ass will be back in Chino

watching the Muslims and the

Aryans shoot hoops in the yard

so fast it'll make

your f***ing head spin.

You hearing me, Lloyd?

Or did all those shots you

take to the head over the years

make you deaf and stupid?

Yeah, I hear you.

[Jack] Good.

When I'm done with

him he's all yours.

Til then you stay the f*** away.

[suspenseful music]

Yeah, Jack.

Whatever you say.

You okay?

Yeah.

[sighing]

Yeah, lets do this.

[exhaling]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the f*** are you doing?

[Reno] What?

[Lloyd] You're gonna

pull a f***ing robbery

wearing a jersey with

your name on the back?

- Aw, f***, my bad.

- Take that sh*t off!

[Reno] Good?

[door thudding]

[clattering]

[buzzing]

[bright music]

Roseanne Marie

Come carry me

So very far

Roseanne Marie

Come bury me

In your heart

I never been to Boston

I never been anywhere

Never been to Boston

And I'm all right with that

Roseanne Marie

Please share with me

Your fading star

[screaming]

[knocking]

Roseanne Marie

Please marry me

Play the part

[somber music]

[footsteps echoing]

I can't be held responsible

For the rise and fall

I can't wait to get you up

Lloyd.

Where is he, Louly?

You gonna invite me in?

Fine, I'll invite myself in.

Called you yesterday.

Heard nothin' back.

Today neither.

I had to work.

Funny, I went there.

Said they hadn't seen you.

Musta been mistaken, I guess.

I can't be held responsible

I once had this

trainer told me

that a man chooses to get punched

in the face for a living,

it's because someplace

deep down inside

he feels he deserves it.

You ever get hit

like that, Louly?

So hard it's like getting

struck by lightning?

Bam!

[chuckling]

Couple seconds there you

don't know which way's up.

You're wasting

your time, Lloyd.

Somebody's been

eating my porridge.

Somebody's been

sleeping in my bed, too?

It's not your bed.

You got that down

cold, don't you?

That I'm cool as sh*t vibe.

I bet if I checked

your pulse right now

that little heart of yours

would be doing back

flips, wouldn't it?

Worst part isn't it?

The wondering.

What's he gonna do?

What's he gonna make me do?

All kinds of sh*t

racing through that pretty

little brain, ain't it?

What do you want?

Me and Jimmy got

unfinished business.

That jewelry store.

My 28 grand.

He got arrested.

There wasn't any money.

Ain't my problem.

Job was 100.

My end was 28.

Does he know?

[banging]

[clattering]

I asked you a question.

I seen that look in your

eye as soon as I came in.

Knew it the second I saw it.

Hope.

It doesn't exist.

It's a figment of

your imagination.

Your ass belongs to

me, you got that?

You know what you

know cause I say so.

I tell you the sky's

green, the sky's green.

I say take off those

panties and get into bed.

Guess what?

[chuckling]

You still think he's gonna

want you when he finds out?

F*** you!

I don't know where he is, okay?

He wouldn't tell me.

Well.

Guess that's it then.

Suppose I should probably leave.

Hey.

She's holding out on us.

Beat it out of her, f*** it out

of her, I don't give a sh*t.

Just find out what she knows.

[Reno] You got it, man.

I can't be held responsible

[door thudding]

[voices speaking on dispatch]

[sighing]

[car engine roaring]

[door creaking]

[knocking]

[dog barking]

[door creaking]

You Louly Stock?

[upbeat music]

What do you want?

You okay?

[door slamming]

Jesus!

[thudding]

There we go.

Lloyd Raines was up

here before, yeah?

He say what he wanted?

He wanted to know

where Jimmy is.

He say why?

No.

What's going on?

Why are you even...

My name's Jack

Burbank, I'm SFPD.

Probation and parole.

Burbank.

You're Jimmy's P.O.

Where the f*** is he, Louly?

He could be in a lot of trouble.

What do you care?

[Jack] It's my job.

Oh, it's your job?

Does that include shaking

him down for $10,000?

What, you wanna make

your way down to Mexico,

you've gotta buy your way down,

isn't that what you told him?

All you a**holes are the same.

Where the f*** is he?

F*** you!

Does Jimmy know about Lloyd?

I don't know what

you're talking about.

For Christ's sake.

Lloyd's Lloyd,

you're what you are,

let's just cut the sh*t.

What, do you think

it was up to me?

Jimmy went inside and then

Lloyd said that I was his.

What the f*** was

I supposed to do?

[Radio Announcer] There was

panic in Central City today

after a gun battle

erupted onto busy streets.

He keeps you in junk.

Maybe he comes over, takes a

little piece whenever he wants.

Maybe he loans you out for

once in a while, right?

Has the f***ing word no

ever occurred to you?

What the f***

world do you live in

where you actually

have a choice?

[bright music]

What do you think's

gonna happen to Jimmy

when Lloyd finds him?

You think it's gonna be

the same like it was before

and that's it?

Where the f*** is he?

Maybe I can get this

a**hole's cuffs off

and then let him do

what he came here to do.

- F*** you!

- Tell me where he is.

- Where the f*** is he?

- F*** you!

- Where is he?

- F*** you.

You're not gonna

tell me where he is?

Get out!

- Call a cop.

- Get the f*** out!

Call a f***ing cop.

Call it.

Yahtzee.

Give me that.

Yahtzee.

F*** off me.

Okay, a**hole.

Come on, get up.

Let's go.

Wakey, wakey.

I'm gonna cut you loose.

You're not gonna do

anything stupid, are you?

Come on.

Come on.

That's it.

Good?

Yeah.

Good boy.

Does anybody know if

the bus comes around here?

[door thudding]

[car engine roaring]

[bright music]

[door thudding]

Jesus!

Wayne.

Give me a f***ing heart

attack for Christ's sake.

What the hell are

you doing here?

Why don't you sit down?

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