Dead West Page #5

the guy who did it?

No.

I'm sorry.

Nothing to be sorry for.

What's done is done.

I went to live with

my gram after that.

She was a good woman.

After she passed away she...

Left me everything she had,

including this car

she never drove.

And instead of buying

some chunk of land,

I decided to see the world,

maybe find a woman

that was worth loving.

And how's that been?

Disappointing.

Why's that?

People let you down

time and again.

There's a lot of

ugliness in the world.

Too much.

Matter of fact,

you're the first pretty thing

I've seen in a long time.

I'm not pretty.

Sure you are.

Pretty's not just

on the outside, you know.

But you've got both.

Well, thanks.

Just speaking the truth.

Would you ever think about

trying to get married again?

I always thought

there was only one way

I would ever get married.

What's that?

By Elvis in a drive-thru chapel.

That's romantic.

Still haven't found

the right woman though,

not yet.

Maybe one day.

Yeah.

Well, enough talking.

We got some driving to do.

Engine trouble?

To say the least.

She looks real nice

for an old car though.

She's pretty on the outside,

but...

The inside's a different story,

like a lot of folks I've met.

She served me well though.

Might be high time

to trade her in for a new one,

maybe a tricked-out hot rod.

I could help you pick one out.

I love old cars,

especially hot rods.

We may just get along, Roxy.

Well, let's go get

what's coming to you.

Which one is it?

It's the green one

up there on the left.

You see his car?

Yeah.

It's right across the street.

All right.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna get your money back.

You stay here, keep

the door locked.

When you see me coming down

the street, back to the car,

get her started up and

open my door for me, okay?

Yeah, okay.

I don't like guns,

but people tend to listen better

when you're pointing

one at them.

You're not gonna

hurt him, are you?

Some people need to be hurt.

Man, what you want?

I'm here to see Sug.

About what?

I got some money to give him.

Oh sh*t, brother,

why didn't you say so?

Come on in.

This party's blazing like

them saddles, you heard?

Yeah.

Sure.

Yo, Sug, this white

boy's here to see you.

He say he got some

money for you.

Word.

Come on in, son, join the party.

We getting higher than Georgia

pie up in this motherf***er,

you know what I'm saying?

Nice suit, Sug.

Oh yeah, you like my style?

Well, I'm Sug white,

so I always wear a little

white on the outside,

but underneath it's all black.

That's the color of my people.

I'm the blackest

motherf***er in here.

Any of these motherfuckers

will tell you.

Ain't that right, Kronkite?

Yeah, Sug, you

blacker than a motherf***er

with your black ass.

Well, come have a seat, son.

Thanks, but I really can't stay.

I just came to take

care of some business.

You wanna talk about business?

Sh*t.

We can talk about business

after you come and

get high with me

and these fine ass

b*tches over here.

So come have a seat

and hit this motherfucking pipe.

Like I said, I don't have time.

Can we step into the other room

and get this taken care of?

Goddamn!

Every-motherfucking-body's

so goddamn serious today!

Why can't y'all just chill

and relax with a motherf***er?

Y'all need to loosen up.

Chill out! Get high.

F*** some tightly wound

motherfuckers, you know that?

Them b*tches be tightly

wound these days, lo-lo.

For sure, Sug.

These b*tches be tighter

than a motherf***er,

especially these punk

ass b*tches right here.

You know we keep it

tight for you, Sug.

We better believe that,

because all my b*tches be tight,

because if it ain't tight,

it don't belong to Sug white,

you heard?

I'll throw that loose ass

p*ssy back out on the street!

You hear me talking, b*tch?

Yeah, Sug, I hear you.

That's good, baby.

That's real good.

Now y'all chill here

while I go in the other room

with mister tightly wound

tight ass motherf***er

talking about some

business, all right?

Sh*t, Sug, I got these

b*tches on lock down.

Go ahead do your thing, pimp.

Word. Word.

Goddamn!

That's some strong ass

sh*t we've been smoking!

I am dizzy as a motherf***er!

Man, Sug, you know

my sh*t is dope, man.

You know I keep it real, baby.

Goddamn, I guess you do.

I guess you do.

All right, son,

let's chop it up.

Please, god,

please.

All right, motherf***er.

Now we in the other room.

My dude says you got

some guac for me,

so let's see that sh*t.

And it better be from Mario.

Yeah, it's from Mario.

Sh*t.

About goddamn time.

That Cholo's owed me

for two f***ing weeks.

Except your dude was wrong.

I'm here to collect some guac.

Now I know I'm high as

sh*t right now,

but it looks like you

pointing a Glock at me.

You thought right,

because you took something

from a friend of mine.

What f***ing friend?

Roxy.

Sug:
Roxy?

That f***ing b*tch?

She's done, man.

She don't work for me no more.

She's out!

And I don't owe her sh*t!

She owes me

for all I done for her.

Is that right?

Yeah, motherf***er,

that's right.

That's not what I heard.

I heard you took

some money from her

that she worked hard for,

real hard.

Nah, nah, nah, you see,

when a b*tch works for me,

she works for me.

She don't keep that sh*t.

Sug white keeps that sh*t!

Not today, Sug.

So why don't you hand over

what you owe her,

along with any other

cash lying around,

and we'll call it even.

Then I'll be on my way.

I like you, son.

You crazy as a motherf***er,

just like me.

So I'll tell you what.

I'm gonna give you

that loot back.

It ain't sh*t to me.

And then you and me,

we're gonna go back

in the other room,

we're gonna get high together

like a couple of crazy ass

motherfuckers, you dig?

Motherf***er try to rob me!

You don't rob Sug white!

The f***?

Where the f*** is my piece at?

Man, I don't know, brother.

I left my sh*t in the 'lac yo.

Me too.

I'm getting the

f*** out of here!

Sit your ass down, b*tch!

Hold on, hold on, killer.

It's all good, we

all family here,

just chill buddy.

I ought to blow

every one of your goddamn

heads off right now,

but I'm gonna give

you a chance to live.

Ah man, just

anything, name it, baby,

we got your back.

You're gonna show me

where Sug keeps his money,

and you're gonna give it to me,

all of it,

or I'm gonna shoot

you in the kidney

and let you bleed out,

just like Sug.

You understand me?

Man, we ain't telling you sh*t.

You killed Sug.

Under the mattress

in the bedroom.

Damn, b*tch!

Good. Now let's all go and get

it together, nice and slow,

and if anyone decides

to do something stupid

or follow me out of here,

just remember,

I have a car full of

big, bad motherfuckers

armed to the teeth

and ready to shoot,

you dig?

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Did you get it?

I got it.

What about Sug?

You don't have to

worry about Sug anymore.

I feel like going

to a nice ritzy hotel tonight.

How about you?

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