Deuces Wild Page #5

I will.

Promise.

I'm always here for you.

You're my brother.

What happened to you?

I had a run-in with Marco|at the beach.

I was gonna tell you earlier,|but I was embarrassed.

He said he's coming for you.

Come here.

It's not bad.

Promise me|if anything happens to me...

you'll get ma out of here.

I love you, Bobby.

I love you, too.

I miss him, you know.

I miss him, too.

Hey, Marco, this is that guy|Maurice I was telling you about.

Hey, how you doing?|Nice to meet you.

Sit down.|Did you bring the stuff?

Yeah, I got it.|Got my money?

What happened to him?

It's there.

-Who's the tester?|-Me.

How'd I know?

Tell me what you think.

What the f*** are you doing?|Sit down. Sniff it.

That's some really good stuff.|It's the best stuff in Brooklyn.

I guarantee it.

Yeah, it's good, right?

You can step on that thing|ten times...

it'll still take you|out to deep space.

-Deep space.|-Goes a long way.

So, we done here?

Yeah. Yeah, we're done.

I'll be back in two weeks|with the rest of the wake.

All right?

You boys have a good afternoon.

And as for you, James,|take it easy.

Stow it.

Come on, get the f*** up|and help me.

Put the money under the sink.

There's a loose floorboard|under the litter box.

Come on, let's go.

There we go.|Shut the f***ing thing.

Jingle bells

Hey, ma? Ma, you in there?

You in there?

Can you see this?

Will you just lay off her?

-You are such a loser.|-Oh, I'm a loser?

Yeah, you're a loser.|You've always been a loser.

You think I'm|some small-time jerk-off?

-Yeah, I do.|-Well, you're wrong, all right?

I'm with Fritzy now.

-Who's Fritzy?|-Who's Fritzy?

Fritzy owns the neighborhood,|all right?

He gave Marco and Philly|forty large in a paper sack.

You're looking at a gangster.

Tree.

You never thought|I'd amount to nothing, did you?

So, what do they do|with the money...

they put it in the bank?

Nah, they don't trust no banks.

He's got it in a very|secret place in his house.

It's shh-shh!

Here, Jimmy, have another beer.

Where's Leon?|I gotta talk to him.

My mother's afraid|to leave the house.

Saw him at the apartment|with Betsy.

Jesus,|what are you talking about?

We got a rumble going on,|he's at home getting laid?

He must be taking p*ssy lessons|from Little Jack.

Screw you, Moof.

Why don't you|leave him the f*** alone?

Look, when we started|this gang, all right...

we made a vow to Leon|to protect the neighborhood...

and we're not.

I don't know about you...

but I'm willing to kill|for what's ours.

We're all family here.

You gotta talk to him, Bobby.

This stuff with Marco's|getting out of control.

Come on, Leon.

I'm not in the mood.

I'll make you feel better.

What's the matter with you?

My head's all filled up.

I'm sorry. It's not you.

Fine. You want to be alone?|I'll leave.

I didn't say that.|Where you going?

Home.

I'll walk you.

-I can walk myself.|-I'll walk you.

I mean, I don't know what's|gotten into you lately, Leon.

When you are ready|to fool around, call me, OK?

Can I talk to you for a second?

l, uh, got a little confession|to make.

The whole time that I was away,|I was thinking about you.

-I gotta go, Marco, come on--|-Listen to me.

I changed in there, I did.

You know?

I just--I just wanted|something sweet in my life.

That's all.

Someone like you.

Marco, I am with Leon, OK?

-Let go of me!|-You like that?

What are you doing?

You know...

I think I know...

a way we can get out of here.

I have a plan.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Take Marco for all his money.

-You serious?|-I'm serious.

He's got all this money|stashed somewhere.

He thinks|no one will ever find it.

But I...

know where it is.

I need your help.

Will you help me, Bobby?

Yeah, of course.

What happened to you?

Baby.

What happened?

Who did this to you? Who?

What did he do to you?|What did he f***ing do to you?

Oh, f***! What did he do?

I am gonna f***ing kill him.|He is f***ing dead!

What's going on?|Is everything all right?

Get out of the way!|Get out of--

-No, Leon, stop!|-God damn it!

Oh, my God.

Baby, what happened?

Oh, sweetie.

That's four bad hands|in a row.

Hey, Vinnie, you dealing|from the bottom of the deck?

You vampires ever take a break?

I'm trying to concentrate|over here.

Oh, shut up, stupid, all right?|I'm down over here.

Ain't my dealing, Babes.|You just got sh*t luck.

What the f***, are you crazy?

-Where's Marco, huh?|-I don't know!

-Where is he?|-I don't f***ing know!

Yeah, well, tell him|he's f***ing dead.

Boat yard, midnight.

You tell him|to f***ing be there.

-Who is it?|-It's Joey.

How you doing, Miss Esther?|Is Leon home?

Leon didn't come home|last night.

Really?

What do you want?

Fritzy wants you.

Now.

Don't worry, ma.|I'll be home soon.

I thought we talked.

-You said you understood me.|-I do.

-You do?|-Yeah.

By aiming a moving car|like a guided missile...

through the front|of Philly Babes' joint?

Well, that don't|tell me that you do.

Look, Fritzy,|this is between me and Marco.

Marco's with me now...

so there's gonna be|no more of this bullshit.

It's time for you two f***ers|to grow up.

No more Vipers,|no more Deuces...

no more aces, no more|f***ing kings and queens.

I can't do that. I'm sorry.

Get Marco in here.|Get him in here.

Look, Marco, come in.|Come here.

Now, I want you two guys|to shake hands.

You're gonna be neighbors|from now on.

So shake and|get the f*** out of here.

Find out if one of those fucks|outside...

can make me|a decent manhattan.

Hey, did you hear what I said?

Shake his hand now.

How's my sweet|little Betsy doing?

Take it f***ing easy!|Not in the club, a**hole!

Not in the f***ing club.|What's wrong with you?

Why don't you kill|all the kids?

-Get him out of here.|-Huh, Fritzy? Kill 'em all.

How do you sleep at night,|you f***?

I'll take care of him.

Will you tell her|to turn down the music?

It's driving me crazy!

Back off.

-Ma, I said turn off the music!|-You get off her!

I swear to God, I'll slit|your throat, you piece of sh*t.

You never raise your hands|to her, never!

-You're f***ing nuts.|-Get the f*** out of here!

You're both nuts! And you,|you didn't hear Santa Claus.

It was that fat Irish bastard|upstairs.

-It was Santa.|-Santa don't exist, ma!

-It was Santa.|-You're f***ing nuts!

Shut up and|get the f*** out of here!

It was Santa, it was Santa!

Don't you listen to him.|Of course there's a Santa, ma.

He just don't come to Brooklyn|no more.

Where the f*** have you been?

I've been looking|all over the place for you.

Word is you went crazy|at Fritzy's place.

Don't worry about that.

I need all the guys.|Round 'em all up.

What's going on?

It's going down tonight.

Do you want me to talk to|some of the Ocean Side boys...

see if I can't get|a couple of .22s?

-No.|-Are you sure?

I said no.|Get all the guys down here now.

Go, Bobby.

Hurry up.

What's up, Marco?

What happened with Fritzy?|He give the OK?

The saint crucified himself.

Round up the guys. The rat|goes down here right now.

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