CrissCross Page #5

I was there.

You were?

Did you ever meet

Lieutenant John Cross?

No.

He's my dad.

Hey, Snyder!

Who's Snyder?

Snyder's a shrimper.

I'll be right back.

Hey.

Hey, delivery boy.

Where's Snyder?

He got too wasted

and racked out.

I'm here for a pickup.

Oh, well...

Shut up.

You shouldn't smoke that stuff.

It turns your brain

into oatmeal.

That's the point, honey.

Take care.

Smells like a party going on.

You smell shrimp.

Right.

They friends of yours?

No. I just work for them.

You going to be

leaving soon?

A couple of days.

Give me that fish,

or I'll stick you, amigo!

- Make a move, and I cut him!

- Take it easy!

- Come on!

- Don't hurt me!

Wait up!

You OK?

I can't believe this.

Well, it's pretty unbelievable.

Yeah.

- Come on.

- Thanks.

You expect me to believe

you didn't even see them?

Do I look that high to you?

Well, they both

had a mask on 'em.

Right?

Pillowcases.

Cuban kids with a switchblade

and a golf club.

Well, it was totally dark,

and they jumped us by surprise.

And you didn't even try

to fight them off?

Just for some fish?

"Just for some fish?"

Come here.

Don't f*** with my head, kid.

Don't want to have to hurt you.

Don't f*** with my head.

But I didn't do anything.

Hey, peace on Earth

and all that good sh*t.

Get off my case, ace.

Hey, I ain't gonna let you

hurt a kid.

What the hell's

the matter with you?

Mellow out, guys!

Hey, stick a steak knife

in this a**hole's ear!

Yeah, right.

What, am I psycho dishwashing?

Come on, man,

you're f***ing up your karma.

My karma's cooking!

Now look!

I'm on vacation.

I'm starting to get pissed off.

Yeah, well,

I'm getting ripped off!

It's fish!

There's a lot of people

in this town...

who would kill

for a piece of good fish, pal.

You hear what I'm saying?

Hey! Look, I know where

the kid's going.

I'll take you there.

But calm down. We'll get

this all straightened out.

Just calm down.

Jetty, man, here.

We'll just do it, all right?

If this guy's

pulling your chain...

then you get violent,

all right?

You want some?

Is it local?

- Yeah.

- No.

OK, let's let's go find

Benedict A**hole.

All right, now,

I'm not taking you anywhere...

if you don't behave.

Hey, glad you could

make it, Chris.

How'd you guys

know my name?

You told us on the phone,

remember?

No, I didn't.

I said my name was Rebel.

You know what? I think the kid

is going paranoid on us...

before the big sale.

Hey, so...

So, are we going

to make a deal or what?

You guys got the bread?

Yep. You got the goodies?

Yeah.

Let me see it.

I'll go get the cash.

What the hell? F*** off!

Cough it up.

Where's the rest of it,

you little scumbag?

I'll give you to three.

Where's the rest of it?

Cough it the f*** up!

Where's the f***ing rest of it?

I ain't got no more!

That's it. Let's go.

Come on!

All right, police!

You're under arrest!

Get down!

Get down on... freeze!

I can't swim! Help!

Hey, kid, what are you doing?

What are you doing here?

Where's Mom?

Thought I'd let her off early.

When?

I don't know.

An hour or so ago.

Mom, we got to talk.

What's the matter, honey?

We got to talk, Mom!

Joe?

You sold cocaine to Joe?

He didn't look

like a policeman.

None of them did.

But all of a sudden,

they had guns and badges.

- Who the hell are you?

- You want to let me explain?

Explain what?

How you used me and my son...

to bust a bunch of idiots?

You think I'm stupid?

I'm not stupid, mister.

You're not paying a hell

of a lot of attention.

You knew he was in trouble,

and you didn't say anything.

How could you sleep with me

and not say anything?

I couldn't.

What? You couldn't what?

Tell the truth?

You had to endanger

my son's life to do your job?

Well, screw your job

and screw you!

I got to take him

to the sheriff's office.

Don't you get near my son.

He's got to go in now.

Yeah, well,

I'll take him in.

Can you pay attention

long enough...

I ain't going to jail!

Christopher,

we're in big trouble!

God, please open the door!

- Chris...

- I'm not opening it!

Chris, we got to talk.

I don't want to.

Honey, I want you

to listen to me.

This wasn't your fault.

It was my fault, honey.

I thought I knew

what I was doing, honey...

but I was wrong, and...

I'll quit my job...

and we'll start over.

You just got to come

out of there, honey.

Please.

Are you listening?

Chris?

What am I supposed

to tell them?

You know the answer

to that, Chris.

You listening, Chris?

The truth?

Let's get this over with.

Apollo 11 has made it.

Splashdown should be just now.

X-Y-L-7-2-0-4.

Just write it down.

...landing

in the Pacific Ocean...

southwest of Hawaii.

Apollo 11

is back from the moon.

It's hard to be tough in jail.

I tried not to show it,

but I was scared.

What I did was bad news.

They locked me up for the night

to think about it.

Mom said that drugs

ruin people's lives...

just like the war

had ruined Dad's.

I got put on probation

for a year.

I was lucky.

Jetty, Snyder,

and Louis were sent to prison.

Careful.

You got two big ones there.

Yeah.

The day after Mom quit

her dancing job...

we moved out of the hotel.

Joe's here.

There we go.

OK.

Tracy, you got company

over here.

Come here, Chris.

I did what I think

is right.

Is your name really Joe?

Yeah, yeah.

So long, Joe.

Emmett had

a long talk with me.

He said he loved me,

but that I was a wise guy.

He told me wise guys die young,

and I should quit being one...

if I wanted to become

a normal adult.

I said I'd rather die young

than become a normal adult.

But I learned my lesson,

even if I didn't act like it.

Where we moved wasn't exactly

what we'd hoped for...

but it was what

Mom could afford.

It was a rush

seeing Mom happy again.

The astronauts sure seemed happy

to come back to Earth.

I think because they've been

to another place...

they know

better than anybody...

the Earth's

our only real home...

no matter how screwed up.

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