By the Gun Page #4

Pimping them out

to high-end clients.

Yeah?

You better start feeding your rat some

better f***ing cheese. All right?

'Cause there ain't no

Ukrainian broads here.

These are local girls.

- Hmm?

- Oh, yeah.

Mmm-hmm.

Where're you from, sweetheart?

Rhode Island.

We know from

a certain hotel off Boylston

these girls are making $1,000

a night outside the club.

Can you

believe this motherf***er?

Look, kid.

Tony ain't

gotta give you sh*t.

All right? Just 'cause you're made,

that don't mean nothing to us.

- Really?

- Yeah, especially me.

Really.

Tell Tony we

just want our cut.

It's that simple.

Hey.

Flowers again, huh?

What do you want?

It's next time.

Better flowers.

Thank you.

What...

What are you doing now?

Going home.

I could walk with you.

I'm okay. I can walk myself.

It's just a few blocks away.

I can walk with you.

My car's in the shop, but I like to walk.

It's a Cadillac.

- What?

- My car. It's a Cadillac.

Three hundred horsepower.

Leather seats.

It's a real comfortable ride.

I could give you a lift home sometime.

Yeah. Sure. Leather seats.

What, you don't like

leather seats?

What's wrong

with leather seats?

"You don't like leather seats?

"Who don't like leather seats?

Leather seats."

That's how I sound? I sound like that?

That's the way I sound to you?

You know what?

I'm gonna keep my mouth shut.

I'm not gonna say nothing else

the whole walk home.

Oh, yeah. I bet.

Okay, then.

You may speak now.

Okay.

Vow of silence still?

Okay.

Okay.

Good night.

You wop greaser.

Good night, you stupid guinea.

Open your yapper.

Okay.

You just gonna keep

bringing me flowers, huh?

Are we gonna go to the prom?

Oh.

I see. Ahem!

You're embarrassing yourself.

Come on, say something.

Tell me...

Tell me some more about your

horsepower and your gold chains

and your Virgin Mary.

Tell me...

Tell me how much you love

your I-talian mother.

I'm a woman you can love.

Be careful.

And you couldn't see

this coming a mile away?

It's a setup.

Look at the patterns

he was rifling in.

Nickel A and R.

Dime, dime, dime, dime tease.

Nickel A and R. Maxes out every bet.

Bets every game.

One day, hockey and basketball,

the next day football.

Come on!

He takes

the favorite in every game.

We pay this guy for

the past three weeks?

- Yeah.

- How much?

- 10,000.

- 10,000!

And he's down now, what?

25,000?

And you didn't cut him off?

I thought he was good for it.

Okay.

Mmm-hmm.

Who is this guy?

All I have is a phone number.

You're letting

people take action,

and you don't even know their faces,

you f***ing moron?

What the f*** are you

doing about it, Joe?

What am I supposed

to do about it, huh?

If I knew who the guy

was or where he was,

- I'd break his f***ing legs.

- Mmm-hmm.

I call him. He says

he ain't got the money.

And he f***ing hangs up, Tony.

What do you want me to do?

- It's this f***ing punk's fault.

- Joe...

Get him

the f*** out of here!

We have no idea

who this guy is.

Why not?

All I got is a number.

What do you mean,

you just have a phone number?

You're the f***ing agent!

This is a f***ing setup

and you're all in on it.

Jesus. F***!

I'll do it myself.

What's the number?

Come on,

give him the f***ing number.

What are you doing?

I just texted it to you.

Why don't you just f***ing

tell me the f***ing number?

Jesus! F***!

Get out there.

Waste more of my time.

Come on.

Come on. Come on, you f***ing moron.

Get out of here.

What are you,

a f***ing d*ckhead?

You trying to get me

in f***ing trouble?

Seriously?

Hey.

Hey.

Go make a buck.

What do you think,

this is a dumb slut convention?

My God!

You two are depressing.

Is this F-4?

Come on, man,

don't be such a f***ing jerkoff.

You owe me 25,000.

It's been three weeks.

I'm gonna beat you.

I'm gonna f***ing rape you in a body bag.

Oh. Oh...

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I had no

idea your life was so f***ing hard.

Yeah.

Yeah. I know the place.

Do you got my f***ing money?

Okay. I'll meet you there now.

F*** you, by the way.

Hey.

Hey. Hey.

Joy Luck Club,

go shake your rice cakes,

I got bills to f***ing pay.

Yeah, don't think

I didn't see that.

I see everything!

Hey.

Nice hat.

Yeah? You like it?

I do, I do. I like the hat.

Thanks. Just got it.

So, what do you want to do?

You want to go to the movies or something?

It's freezing.

How do you know my father?

What?

I don't talk to him.

He's an a**hole.

Nick.

I stay away from him and the

people he hangs out with. So...

Really?

'Cause he seems

like such a sweetheart.

Look.

I like you. All right?

I didn't like you at all.

Hey.

Hey.

- See you.

- Bye.

Vito!

Hey.

You know, you don't

got to smoke out here.

Mom ain't here to

tell you any different.

Are you gonna say hello to me?

"Hey, Nick.

How are you, Nick?"

If you're not

gonna talk to me,

give this to Vito

for me, will you?

You're a big shot now.

Big tough guy, huh?

Excuse me?

What do you got?

What do you got here?

Wow, look at that.

Throwing it around.

Hey, who wants a hundie?

There's a 50

right there for you.

Take a 20, huh? Big shot.

Smells like blood to me.

It's college money.

It stinks.

You haven't had

a job since Mom died.

Take the money.

If she knew what

you were doing...

If your mother knew what you were up to,

she'd be sick.

You'd kill her all over again.

There's 2 grand right here.

Get it out of my sight.

I think Vito could use it.

Don't you?

Over my dead body.

I'm begging you.

What do I got to

say to you, huh?

What do I got to do?

What do I got to do

to get through to you?

My boy. Beautiful boy.

If your mother were alive,

she'd say, "Tu aviadu morde."

You say that to me?

I'm your son, Pa!

I have a son.

Get that out of my house.

Jesus Christ, George.

What the f***?

I missed, like, nine calls

from you last night.

I stayed over at

Tony's daughter's house.

Sal's gonna be pissed, so keep your

f***ing mouth shut about it, all right?

Anyway, I got your message with

some f***ing address up in Lynn.

I guess I'll be there

in, like, an hour.

F***! Tony.

Hey! Look who it is.

Merry f***ing Christmas.

Look at this guy, huh?

- What the f***?

- Yeah.

He got f***ed up.

What the f***

did you do, George?

I couldn't

avoid this here.

- What the f***?

- A bit complicated.

- What the f***?

- He looks f***ed up, doesn't he?

It's f***ed up

how it happened.

You want to hear the story?

I was rifling

into this big book

that a friend of mine had put

me on with a few weeks back.

I think I told you about it.

Anyways, must have

been beginner's luck.

Because right out of the f***ing gate,

I'm hitting everything.

I won 10 grand.

First couple of weeks.

But what do I

know about football?

I don't know

sh*t about football.

Eventually,

I started missing some bets.

Actually, the third week,

I f***ing missed everything.

I mean, I got f***ing buried.

I was losing

everything I put in.

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