Deuces Wild Page #3

shootin' skag|and drinkin' beer...

and then he thinks|drinkin' a glass of milk...

is gonna keep him healthy?

He's crazier than my mother.

You think that's crazy,|you should see my house.

Hello, Jack.|Hey, where you goin'?

Hey, Jackie.

Hey, don't touch me.

Please don't touch me.|Please stop. Please.

We just wanna talk to you.

Hey, put 'em up!

Put his arm out! Come on!

Oh! We got a winner, huh?

Which one you want,|little lady?

Uh, that one.

-This one?|-Yeah.

-There you go.|-Thanks.

They jumped Little Jack!

-Hey, somebody get the guys!|-Somebody get some help!

Jack, you OK?

Hey, Bobby. Bobby, man,|they jumped Little Jack.

They jumped him, man.

-Take it easy.|-He's all right.

The Vipers jumped me|in the park.

Oh, I'm gonna kill 'em!

All right. Cool it. Cool it.|We gotta get Leon.

Hey, Scooch, you know where|Betsy's baby-sittin'?

Go tell Leon it's going down|in the park. Go!

Bobby, man,|you want my guys now?

Yeah, all you can bring.

All right, man. You can|count on us. We'll be there.

Let's get these motherfuckers!

-They jumped Little Jack.|-Call an ambulance.

-Guys, come on!|-No more fightin', Bobby!

I'm sorry.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I'll get it. I'll get it.

-Leon.|-What's wrong?

The Vipers jumped Little Jack.|Come on, hurry up.

-Where?|-The park.

Hey, where's Freddie?

He's dead if he don't show.

No way, Moof, not us.

-Let's do it.|-Let's f***in' do it.

You gotta be kiddin' me.

Little Bobby.|Where's your brother?

Don't worry, he'll be here,|you f***in' grease monkey.

He ain't comin', f***-putz.|What do you got, huh?

Look at him. He's a punk.

Come on!

Motherf***er!

Get him off me!

Motherf***er!

It's over.

It's f***in' over.

Gotta run!

Let's get the f*** out of here!

Bobby, are you all right?

Can you get up?

Give me a minute.

Is he gonna be OK?

Come on! We still got|more coming! Let's go!

Bobby, what happened, man?|It started already?

What are you talkin' about?|It's already over.

Man, you guys|are somethin' else.

Where the hell were you?

The Bulls! Scatter!

Let's scatter!

Alley?

Alley Boy?

It's Leon, ma. It's Leon.

Go get him.

It's OK, ma.

It's OK.

Oh, God.

God, that hurts.

Stop fidgeting, wonder boy.

Stop being such a baby.

There we go.

Is that Christmas music I hear?

What the hell?|It's, like, 115 degrees.

My mom has a thing for|Christmas music, that's all.

Don't pay no attention to it.

What has Leon told you|about me, anyway?

What'd he say?

-Nothin'.|-Nothin'?

I bet he told you|I was a slut, right?

No, nothin' like that.

He just said you were cool.

That's the trouble with guys.|They lie.

Big fat f***in' lyin' mouths.

We wish you a merry Christmas

Hey, you want to see something?

What?

Come with me.

Where you goin'?

Just follow me.

You know, you don't have|to be embarrassed.

Embarrassed about what?

About your mother.

Mine's no prize.

You shouldn't say that...

'cause she's your mother.

You always gotta|take care of her.

Yeah, but it's gotta go|both ways, too.

She doesn't give a sh*t|about me.

What was your brother like?

He was kind of a dreamy kid,|you know?

He started out,|he just had a little habit.

But then he got strung out.

Leon went to Marco and Jimmy...

and said,|"Stop givin' my brother junk."

But they kept--|they kept giving it to him...

so he beat the hell|out of 'em...

and then one day, they--they--|they gave him a hot shot.

They killed him.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know that.

Now you do.

Hey, Bobby, you know what?

What?

I love my bear.

-Yeah?|-Yeah, I do.

Leon, listen to me.

Little Jack|was in the hospital all night.

Put an end to this|before somebody gets killed.

What do you want me to do,|Father?

You were fightin', too.

I want you to talk to the boys.

They listen to you.|I want you to make peace.

I don't know. I think you're|talkin' to the wrong guy.

Look out for the whale, man!

Deuces rule!

-Hey, Little Jack.|-My boys.

-Welcome back.|-Look who it is.

-How'd it go?|-Hey, we threw 'em a bing.

We ain't gonna be seein'|no Vipers for a while, trust me.

How you feelin'?

A lot better than I look,|I hope.

Hey, thanks for stickin' up|for me last night.

Don't mention it.

-We're Deuces, right?|-Right.

Hey, Jack, go put your feet up.

Hey, it's hot out here.

Best-looking guy out here.

Hey, who's that broad|from last night?

That's Annie,|Jimmy Pockets' sister.

What's he doing over there|with the enemy?

What do you think he's doing?

Hey, Marco. Welcome home.

What's the matter?

You know how long|I been waitin' here?

I don't know. Fifteen minutes?

I've been waitin' three years|and fifteen minutes.

Get the f*** in the car.

Right.

Here's your beer.

You take care of them Deuces?

Yeah, we fought 'em.

You gonna tell me what happened,|or I gotta read your mind?

It went down just like you said.

We were destroying them,|and then out of nowhere...

Leon shows up,|and then it gets bad.

You're tellin' me one guy|took on our whole crew?

Yeah. He went crazy.

Shut up. Goddamn, do I gotta|do everything myself?

-Where is he?|-How should I know?

Ask Father Aldo.|He's gonna make him a saint.

Jesus don't listen|to no snitches.

From now on,|I want you to tell me...

every f***in' move he makes,|you understand me?

It's good to see you, Marco.

Oh, there he is.

The cavalry|and his lovely tomato.

-Great last night, Leon.|-Like the old days.

Hey, guys, don't egg him on,|all right?

-How you feelin'?|-Like a million dollars.

Leon, you gotta teach me|how to fight like you.

What are you talkin' about,|Scooch?

You're gonna be the new|center fielder for the Dodgers.

You're takin'|Duke Snider's spot.

Come on.

Come here!

Don't go.

-He's callin' me.|-What are you, a dog?

-No.|-Then let him come here.

What if he has something|important to tell me?

Well, you can let him|tell you here.

-Bobby!|-What?

Bobby, what's wrong with you?

Go on to your brother,|puppy dog.

I'll be right back.|Don't go nowhere.

What'd I do this time?

I wanted to tell you you did|the right thing last night.

I did?

Yeah, they jumped Little Jack.|What were you supposed to do?

-You mean you're not mad?|-I ain't mad.

You didn't shoot anybody.|I'm f***in' thrilled.

All right.|Can I enjoy my day now?

Oh, hey, welcome home, Marco.

I fixed up the house|like you said.

-Good.|-Ohh. The neck, man. The neck.

Don't worry. They'll be swimmin'|in their own blood in no time.

Hey, get the drapes.

Hey, welcome home, daddy-o.|How you doin'?

-Good. How'd you get that?|-F***in' Deuces.

How's my good friend Leon|doing?

Dead,|when I get my hands on him.

You know how I can get to him?

Yeah, you remember|that little kid Scooch?

-What the f***'s a Scooch?|-That drunk a**hole Gino's kid.

Leon's like a father|to that little mutt.

-Good shot.|-Good to see you.

Come here.

Do me a favor.|Get me a bicycle.

-What for?|-Just do what I say.

What are we gonna|tell everybody, huh?

Tell 'em I fell off a ladder|in church.

Well, at least your eye|matches your suit.

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