Fled Page #4

And then what happened?

He left me.

So, I was stuck here with no money...

...no friends, no family... and no job.

- So what'd you do?

- I cried.

I cried for a long time.

Then I got my sh*t together.

My mother had taught me how to cook.

So that's what I do.

- You work in a restaurant?

- No. I'm self-employed. I'm a caterer.

I make my own tortillas

and all the sauces.

That's my speciality - a mole.

- What's mole?

- You wanna try some?

Nothin' like real soap

to get that prison stench off you.

You oughta try some.

So, did you ask her?

- Ask her what?

- You know.

- No, I don't know.

- You don't remember? Scrub-a-dub-dub.

- Go ahead. Go on, ask her.

- Ask me what?

- Nothin'.

- You got nothin' to be ashamed of.

That's right. I'm a grown man.

All day long he's been talkin'

about wanting to take a bath

with some Mr Bubble, the one kids love.

- That's foul.

- I didn't know you were so sensitive.

- You guys know each other before jail?

- No.

- Became friends inside?

- We ain't friends.

Cell mates?

Just asking.

Hey, where do you think you're goin'?

You want your cut of the money?

Then I got some business to take care of.

Now I got a plan.

You'll just have to trust me.

Trust you?

All right.

See this? My daddy gave me this when

I was eight years old. I'm givin' it to you.

You better make damn sure I get it back.

It's for good luck.

You try to f*** me, I will find you.

Santiago. Have your playmates arrived?

- Yes, they have.

- Have you received my fax yet?

- Yes, I have.

- The one fault that is universal to men

is our love of women.

Find her, and you'll find Luke Dodge.

Just make sure you have the disk,

or be certain no one else can get it

before you do away with Dodge.

I find the girl, we get to Dodge,

and if he doesn't have the disk

- we kill him.

- Si. In that order.

- This place is the sh*t!

- Ray, this is bullshit.

Why are you always complainin', man?

This is a nice place with nice women.

This is a stink place

with some stink ho's. OK?

And they cold too, man.

You can't even get next to 'em.

Plus I get ass dust in my drink.

Why they have to be ho's? Chill.

You gonna make the girl uncomfortable.

- F*** that b*tch.

- You no-class motherf***er.

Somebody put out the fire, please.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Blue Flame

proudly welcomes to the stage...

Faith!

- Ray, we got to go.

- No, man. This is go-go night.

No, this is a ho-ho night, and we got to go.

- What's wrong wit' you, man?

- These ho's all wanna be Madonna.

They don't wanna stand next to the man.

They wanna stand in front of him.

If they can, they'll knock your ass down.

Ain't that right, white boy?

- Whitey?

- Hey, my man's talkin' to you.

- No sh*t.

- No, that's serious sh*t.

You know, I'm sittin' here

and I'm listenin' to you and I'm thinkin'...

Thinkin' and listenin' to you.

You're drinkin' and thinkin'. What about?

- I'm thinkin' that you're full of sh*t.

- He know you, Bo Grant.

Now what'd you say?

When a woman asserts herself,

starts callin' her own shots,

a fella like you thinks

she's not a woman. That's a shame.

Motherf***er, please!

Look at this sh*t.

These trick-ass b*tches? Come on, man.

They don't give nothin'

but about their f***in' dollar.

Bullshit. And I'll prove it to you.

How much you wanna bet

I can roll up there

and lay a nice, long,

sweet, wet kiss on that girl?

And it'll only take one of them roses.

You game?

That is my game.

- You think you got it like that?

- Oh, I think he do.

Forget that. I bet you $500 he can do it.

Then I'm gonna take your $500

and give it to him just for doin' it!

It's worth that much

to see you look like a a**hole.

What's up with this new sh*t?

Why don't you kiss his ass?

You sidin' with him now?

I ain't sidin' with nobody.

I'm down with anybody that's got heart.

He's got heart. The question is,

do you, my brother?

Oh, yeah.

Motherf***er, you on.

And you're up.

Opie, don't disappoint me, man.

I got money on you.

I'm watchin' you, white boy.

Yeah, come on, baby. Come on!

Welcome home, Thug.

Don't let me down.

Hell, yeah! I told you he could do it.

- F*** that. They know each other.

- He don't know her.

- He set me up.

- Ain't nobody set you up.

Just shut up and give me this money.

Just goes to show you

don't have to go to church to have Faith!

Let's give a Blue Flame welcome to

Robin, Lark and Sparrow.

Are you raiding my private files?

I gotta get to Puffy.

Now's the time he's on the Pyramid Web.

- Hasn't he caused enough trouble?

- Yes, but he'll get us out of it.

- This is a guy thing, right?

- Right.

- Nice tits.

- I agree.

Knock it off.

OK, here we go.

- I knew he'd be up to no good.

- Puffy, no good: hand in hand.

OK, here we go.

What's up, Puffdawg?

"You're out! How do I know it's you?"

Do you want me to tell you

at what age you stopped wetting the bed?

Jerk.

"You do that and you won't get

the surprise I've got for you. "

Then we should meet.

"Tonight at the witching hour. "

Where?

"I've got a jonz in my bonz

and I need a fortune cookie"?

It's our code. It means meet at midnight

at the Tokyo Massage Parlor.

- He wants to meet at a massage parlour?

- So what?

Baby, if it's a massage you're looking for,

why not let my fingers do the walking?

- I couldn't wait to

get you outta that club.

- I had to do something to pay

my tuition.

Besides, I like being independent

and taking care of myself.

Yeah? Well, I'm gonna

take care of you now.

So where do you wanna go?

Name your place.

Dinner.

Really?

I got a better idea.

Let's order room service

and stay right here.

I guess this is it.

You know where you're going?

I'll play it by ear, see what happens.

You know, I was thinking.

Maybe once you figure out

where you're going, get settled,

maybe you wanna drop me a postcard,

gimme a call.

Well, how can I keep in touch with you?

Here's my phone number

and my address.

I'd like to know you're OK.

Wait. Here.

I thought you might need this.

Maybe you better keep it.

Room service?

No!

F*** you!

You're probably dangling there wondering

how you got into this predicament.

- What do you want?

- What do I want?

- I want the disk.

- What disk?

The disk that you used

to steal $25 million from my employer.

- They would like it back.

- You didn't have to kill her.

You're assuming I have a lot of time.

I don't.

Manny.

New Orleans express

now boarding at gate number five.

I'm on a schedule, Mr Dodge,

and I'm running out of time.

Or should I say that

you're running out of time?

- Ever hear of the Chinese death torture?

- You Chinese?

No, I'm Cuban.

But I have a great affinity

for all cultures.

It's part of my mongrel upbringing

on the streets of New York.

New York. That explains your hostility.

The Chinese have developed a torture

known as "the death of a thousand cuts".

We make a thousand tiny incisions

all over your body.

Small cuts, paper cuts, but worse.

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