Deuces Wild Page #4

You really want to go|to this thing?

Yeah, Leon, come on.

All right. Let's go.

Hey, Scooch. Nice bike.

-Yeah, you like the bike?|-Yeah.

Yeah, it looks good on you.

-Scooch, get over here.|-Stay right there.

Why don't you come over here|and get him?

Well, come on, then. Let's see|what happens, motherf***er.

Stop! What are you doin'?

I'm gonna cut you a thousand|times, you know that?

One for every day you left me|in that f***in' cage.

You come by my block again,|and I'll f***ing kill you!

This ain't your block no more.

Just get off me!

It's good to see you, Leon.

Why didn't you say good-bye|to me at the pool?

-You was busy.|-No, I wasn't.

Well, if you wasn't busy,|then why didn't you come...

and say good-bye to me?

Can we talk about this outside,|please?

I'll see you later.

Are you ever gonna grow up,|or are you just gonna spend...

the rest of your life|in Leon's shadow?

Hey, I ain't|in no one's shadow.

Really?

Look, let's get|something straight.

If you want to be with me,|then be with me.

I want to be with you.

Well, you sure don't|act like it, you know?

Stop bein' ashamed of me,|especially in front of Leon.

You gotta take my hand.

You gotta put your arm|around my shoulder, you know?

Boyfriend-girlfriend stuff.

Well, let's make it real.

-You mean it?|-I'm serious as a heart attack.

You really want me|to be your girl?

Yeah. Right now.

What would you do|if I was your girl?

Well...

I would hug you...

and I would kiss you...

and then I would climb|the empire state building...

and tell the whole world|that you were my girl.

I would say, "Everybody,|Annie is my girl now!"

Marco.

My cousin Philly|said you had something...

you wanted to talk to me about.

Heroin.|I got an unlimited supply.

What are you, f***in' stupid?

You know|I don't deal that stuff.

You don't have to. I'll do|all the dirty work myself.

What's in it for me?

You front me the cash,|I'll triple your money.

I'll think about it...

but if this comes back to me|in any way, I don't know you.

That's why we're not having|this conversation.

There's just one more thing.|There's these Deuces.

This f***in' kid Leon.

I want your permission|to take him out.

Whoa, whoa. Slow down.

You just got out of jail.

Besides, I don't want him|to get killed on my block...

you understand?

It's bad for business.

You don't know who I am,|do you, mister?

I don't care who you are,|sonny.

The lady said|she didn't want to go.

It's lucky for you|you're not packin' a gun.

You could've at least said|something to her at the pool.

Like what? Congratulations?

Welcome to the family?

She ain't a Viper, Leon.

She didn't even go|to Marco's welcome home party.

As a matter of fact, she took|care of me after the rumble.

She took care of me good.

She's Jimmy Pockets' sister.|End of story.

It's not the end of the story!

Her family killed your brother.

You remember that?

Yeah, well you can't f***in'|stop me from seein' her!

Oh, yeah?|What are you gonna do?

I'll do whatever the f***|I want to do!

-You're not my father, Leon!|-You want out, Bobby?

-What are you talkin' about?|-You want out of the gang?

'Cause that's what|you're askin' for.

Leon, I am always behind you.

You want me to cut|Jimmy Pockets...

into a million pieces?|I'll do it.

You want me to kill|f***in' Marco? I'll do it.

But Annie's my girl now...

and you're just gonna|have to accept that.

Listen up.

Some things are gonna change|around here.

No more nickel-and-dime|bullshit on the corner.

Anybody wants to get high|in Brooklyn...

they're gonna come|to the avenue first.

We're gonna need runners,|lookouts, baggers--

I'm the f***in' taste-tester.

Ain't nobody gonna stop us now.

No crooks, no cops,|and no motherfuckin' Deuces.

Am I wrong, Willy?|I mean, tell me.

The kid's ridin' a Trojan horse.|I don't trust her.

Love.

Somethin' I just can't explain.

You just gotta let it--|let it take its course.

It's his life. Salud.

You all right?

Punk.

I gotta go out there.

Don't be stupid.

Listen, man,|we gotta do something.

I mean, if they smell|blood, weakness...

they're gonna hit us harder.

And if it's not the Vipers,|it's gonna be somebody else.

We gotta show ourselves.

That's my opinion.|It's your gang.

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

What is Bobby doing?

Hey, you just gotta|give him some space...

learn to trust him.

I don't trust her.

There's something|about the ocean.

What about it?

I don't know.

It relaxes me.

It makes me feel|like I belong here.

You do--with me.

Hmm. I think the move|is to get out of here.

-We just got here.|-No, I mean Brooklyn.

I've been thinking about it|a lot, you know...

especially after|what happened to the block.

Where you gonna go?

I don't know.

Someplace nice...

where it don't snow.

Where you can lie on the beach|like this all year-round...

where the air don't stink.

Like Miami, maybe.

How do you know the air|don't stink in Miami?

'Cause I seen pictures.

How can you tell|what a place smells like...

by looking at pictures?

You can just tell, that's all.

I'd go to Los Angeles.

Why Los Angeles?

See the Dodgers.

I wonder|what those guys are doing.

Pee Wee, Koufax, the Duke.

I wonder if they miss Brooklyn.

I won't miss it.

I'm getting the hell|out of Brooklyn.

Well, you're not going anywhere|without me.

You serious?|You'd come with me?

Today, if you want.

Leon would never let you go.

-Stop it! Put him down!|-What are you doing?

-Shut up!|-Let him--let him f***ing go!

Stop!

Where's your brother now,|Bobby, huh?

Leave him alone,|you pieces of sh*t!

You know what they do to|tough guys like you in the can?

Pass you around|like a dirty magazine.

Makes the pages all sticky.

Let me go!|Jimmy, make 'em stop!

Handle your f***ing sister.

Take your f***ing hands|off her!

Shut up!

You know, Bobby, your brother|screwed this whore...

in a pay toilet|on President Street.

Told you not to hang out with|that Deuce, you f***ing whore!

Hey, stab him, Marco!

Have a nice day, Bobby.

Let me go!

Go lay down|next to your boyfriend.

Bobby, are you all right?

Tell Leon I'm coming.

He better get out of my way.

Thanks, Marco.

Can I ask you a question?

Of course.

-You with me?|-You know I am, Marco.

Then what the f***'s|your sister doing...

hanging out with a Deuce?

I knew you were gonna|ask that question.

It's--it's all part of my plan.

Remember you said|keep an eye out on Leon?

Well, what better way?

Just don't let me down, Jimmy,|all right?

Come on, punk.

We know you sold the drugs|to Alley.

I'm not the one you want.

I'll give you everything|on Marco Vendetti.

He's the one you want.

Nice girl.

Mind your business.

How many people|in this building you think...

are looking at your|naked girlfriend right now?

She's got a good body, though.

Not bad.

Were you ever with her?

Who, Annie?

Nobody could get near her.

Look, Bob, she's your girl.

Do what you want with her.|Just be careful.

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