Dollman Page #3

But Mom, what's the fun of having an alien,

if you can't show it off?

Now listen, don't do anything without asking me first!

What?!

Get the gun out of my face!

What did I just tell you?

Kevin, how are you doing?

Don't touch him!

Braxton... What do you want?

Just paid a visit, see how you're doing.

Looking good. You want

some money or something?

Don't want your money. I don't want anything from you.

Just get these people out of my house, Braxton!

I'm looking for your friend. The midget.

I told you he's not a midget!

- Would you shut the f*** up!

- Look, I don't know who you're talking about!

Look, don't f*** with me, Debi.

This dollmanhe ahh, he hit my boys.

Braxton! Leave. Us. Alone!

Where is he?

Looks just like it's his!

Oh f***!

- Thats about the size of it.

- No!

Jesus Christ...

Oh f***...

A little paint and you'd be just like brand new.

Youre worlds just as violent as ours, isn't it?

But things don't change.

People don't.

I'm gonna lose, aren't I?

Only if you give up, lady.

Thanks.

Mommy! Mommy!

What is it, honey?

Oh, baby...

The bad men are gone...

It's alright. Shhh...

Its a bad dream, honey. Go back to sleep.

Oh, Brax, what's up, man?

What the f***?

But not like this...

I see you've met Brick.

I had some experience with

his blaster damage.

I can stop the bleeding by fusing

the molecules in a sonic proton wash.

If there is no internal bleeding...

...you' might live!

- Do it!

- Not so fast. You promise to help me.

I want that help now, tonight.

It's too dangerous here and

I'm tired of being small.

I want my ship repaired...

and I want to leave, fast.

Do we have understanding?

Yo, whatever you say.

Just f***ing do it!

Hey, youre pretty f***ing good!

Hey...

...you promise me a bomb.

First show it to me, or there's no deal.

It's right behind me.

All you do...

...is push the button.

Ten seconds later...

Boom!

Everything within three parsecs

is sent to another dimension forever.

But that's for later.

After you've done everything I need.

From now on, you work for me.

- You do what I say.

- Work for you?

You're In the wrong f***ing

neighborhood, deadhead.

Call hommies together, we're going to war.

- With who?

- With the f***ing doll, man, who else?

But we heard he just popped Jackson and the other guy,

he almost killed you.

So the f*** what? We got a dimensional bomb.

We gonna settle this f***er once and for all.

The f***in demenial bomb.

If you're cold, you can put this on. It's warm.

No, thanks.

Alright.

So, do you have a family back home?

- Not anymore.

- But you used to?

Mind if I get a little sleep?

Sorry.

Good night.

I had a wife and two kids.

Baby girl...

...a boy about Kevin's age.

Someone who wanted to hurt me,

did it by hurting them.

Kevin's father is dead, too.

He was shot, holding up a liquor store, 8 years ago.

Kevin doesn't even remember him.

He was a gangbanger, Brooklyn Homeboy.

And at the time I thought...

...Homeboy was as cool as you can get.

And then when Kevin was born, he swore he was

done with gangs, done with crime. But... he lied.

I don't know, it's like...

...in this neighborhood gangs are the only way you

can be noticed, its the only way you can be somebody.

And they give you a new name,

and then you are Shorty, or Sleepy, or Psycho...

and gangs give you an identity.

You wouldn't know how hard it is keeping Kevin away...

his friends already belong...

Hes trying but

...I'm gonna lose him if I don't

do something about it.

So why don't you leave?

Where... would I go?

I don't have any money,

I can't even pay the rent.

Dropped out of school to have Kevin.

Besides, this is my home. This is where I grew up,

everything I've ever known is here. I'm not gonna run away.

You've got a lot of guts. lady. But maybe

you're using the wrong approach.

What do you mean?

Fight fire with fire.

I always thought you fought fire with water?

Some fires are too big.

Kevin, leave him alone.

Kev, get your gear, you're late.

Have a good day at school.

Be careful. I love you. Bye.

Oh, hi.

Here is my number at work,

in case you need to call.

I don't think going to work is such a great idea,

if those punks will be looking for you.

Well, if I don't go to work, I don't get paid.

If I don't get paid, I can't pay the rent.

And there is nothing to eat, so...

I'm going to work.

I think you should stay in, though.

The world isn't safe for someone your size.

I'll be home at 7.

- Kevin will be home around 3:30.

- Look, lady, I'm gonna find the rest of these punks...

...and finish this.

No, you're not.

Got to do what I got to do, lady.

Be careful out there, Debi.

So you're trying to tell me that a 13-inch man

saved your ass from Braxton?

Yes. I thought it was like a hallucination

or something that I must... I mean...

I don't know, what I'm gonna do with him.

Ah, a 13-inch man.

Are you sure it wasnt a dream?

I'm serious.

Come over tonight and see him for yourself.

Id love to see a 13-inch man...

You know what I mean...

I dont know where he came from...

...and what to do about

What's so funny, ladies?

Nothing's funny, sir.

Nothing's funny about toxic waste, Mr. Wilmar.

Well, then get back to wooork!

You're way behind!

Sheesh. What's his problem?

Hmm, he asked me out to that Guns 'n' Roses concert.

I told him I dont dig the mutant slime from work.

- You didn't!

- Yeah!

What the f*** are we waiting for?

Were waitin because I said were waitin.

Im gonna cut an example out of this b*tch.

Well, it's about time.

F***, man.

What's the matter?

- Oh, f***!

- Yo, I thought that little guy fixed you.

I hope he didn't go home.

Not without his ship.

You know, there does not seem to be

much structural damage.

Maybe if I just adjust this...orhow about

Back away, Gerald.

I think he suffers from a Napoleonic Syndrome.

- What?!

Short man's complex.

So... how long do you think this guy

gonna stay at your place?

I don't know.

I don't know. His spaceship doesn't work,

so he can't really go anywhere.

- Guess he's stuck here.

- You want him to stay though, don't you?

Seora Alejandro?

Ah, seora Rodriguez, Que tal?

- Bien, oiga!..

...I heard about this doll-man.

...that he blew away Braxton's Red Homies

last night, es eso cierto?

Yeah, it's true.

Oiga! E cuando Se next meeting of Neighborhood Watch?

Thursday, 7:
30 at the cafeteria.

- I'll be there!

- Really?

- Si!

Vivian, you know we can make a difference.

We can change this neighborhood.

Especially with this doll-man blowing away

all the scumbags for us, eh?

That's not the way

I wanted this to work out.

- Alright girlfriend.

- See ya.

Be by later to see your doll-man.

Braxton! Ah! Leave me alone!

- Or what? Your little friend gonna come out here and beat me up, huh?

Help! Somebody, help!

- Put her in the car!

- We'll gonna stop you, you son of a b*tch!

Get away! Alla Ya!!

Knock it off!

- Kevin, where's the doll?

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