Gravesend Page #2
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- 1997
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FOR YOU.
[GUNSHOT]
F***ING THREATENING ME
WITH A GUN.
Sal:
RAY, HIS BROTHER,AND HIS FAMILY:
MOVED TO GRAVESEND
FROM NORTH CAROLINA
WHEN THEY WERE, LIKE,
14 YEARS OLD.
MOTHERF***ER!
I'LL KICK
YOUR F***ING ASS.
AND THAT DOG:
YOU'RE F***ING.
Sal:
A COUPLEYEARS LATER,
THEIR PARENTS:
HAD PASSED AWAY.
MOTHERF***ER.
HOLIDAY AS LONG:
AS I'VE LIVED HERE.
Sal:
HATE ISTHEIR RELATIONSHIP.
AT THEIR HOUSE.
A MUSICIAN,
BUT WASN'T REALLY GOOD,
LATE AT NIGHT.
TO STOP PLAYING:
'CAUSE HE COULDN'T SLEEP,
BUT RAY DIDN'T STOP.
TO THE BASEMENT:
WITH A BUTCHER KNIFE
AND CHASED RAY:
DOWN THE BLOCK,
INTO MacDONALD'S
ON 24th AVENUE.
BUT WAS ARRESTED
FOR INDECENT EXPOSURE.
GET IN THERE,
MAN. HE THREATENED ME
WITH A GUN.
YO, MARK.
COME HERE,
MARK!
ONE TIME, HE SLASHED
MARK'S TIRES.
ANOTHER TIME, HE POURED
ANOTHER TIME, RAY HAD
F***ED MARK'S FIANCE,
AND THREW IT:
ALL OVER MARK'S LEGS,
GIVING HIM:
A THIRD-DEGREE BURN.
IT'S THE ONLY
VIRGIN MARY THAT
EVER EXISTS, MAN.
AT LEAST:
IN THIS PROPERTY.
CELEBRATE THE HOLIDAY.
AND NO JOB.
F***IN' FIGHT
WITH A GUN.
HANG A SHINING STAR
AND HAVE...
OPEN THE F***ING
TRUNK, MAN.
COME ON, MAN.
JUST OPEN:
THE TRUNK.
JESUS CHRIST, WE GO CARS PASSING, MAN.
OK, OK, READY?
ON 3, ON 3.
1...2...3.
COME ON, LET'S GO.
JOJO.
JOJO WHO?
JOJO THE JUNKIE.
JOJO JUNKIE?
YEAH, MAN, DON'T F***IN'
WORRY ABOUT IT, MAN.
YOU'RE LETTING A JUNKIE
BURY MY BROTHER?
RAY, RAY,
CAN WE GO, MAN?
LISTEN, MAN, YOU'RE DOING
JOJO JUNKIE?
YOU'RE GONNA
F***IN' REPEAT.
DID I STUTTER?
YEAH, JOJO THE
F***IN' JUNKIE.
LET'S GO, MAN,
BEFORE F***IN'
PEOPLE COME.
MAKE A RIGHT,
MAKE ANOTHER RIGHT.
WHO IS:
THIS GUY JOJO?
YOU KNOW, ZANE,
I DON'T HAVE
ENOUGH GAS.
HERE. WEAR
MY BASEBALL CAP, OK?
DOES HE KNOW:
IN THE TRUNK.
YEAH, BUT
THAT'S NOT GOING
TO BE ENOUGH.
DON'T YOU THINK
IT'S A BAD IDEA
RAY.
HE MIGHT TALK.
I KNOW. THAT'S
DON'T YOU THINK
HE MIGHT TALK?
TALK TO WHO?
I DON'T KNOW.
I DON'T EVEN
KNOW THE GUY,
I MEAN, ALL I KNOW
HE'S A JUNKIE.
YOU GUYS,
WHAT IS THIS, 20/20?
HUH? BARBARA WALTERS,
WALTER CRONKITE?
WHOA, WALTER CRONKITE?
YOU MEAN, HUGH DOWNS?
NO, I MEAN
WALTER CRONKITE.
NO.
20/20.
IT'S HUGH DOWNS.
YEAH.
NO, IT'S NOT.
IT'S WALTER CRONKITE.
IT'S HUGH DOWNS.
OR ANDY ROONEY...
I WATCH IT:
MONDAY NIGHT, 5:
30.IT'S WALTER CRONKITE.
IT'S HUGH DOWNS.
WALTER CRONKITE:
F***ING COVERED
THE KENNEDY:
ASSASSINATION.
LAST TIME HE:
WAS ON FILM,
IT WAS F***IN'
BLACK AND WHITE.
LOOK, ARE YOU
SURE WE'RE GOING
TO GET GAS?
YEAH, I'M SURE.
I DON'T CARE
ABOUT 20/20 AND
WALTER CRONKITE.
ALL RIGHT, GUYS.
WHAT DO YOU:
IF I DON'T LIKE
THIS GUY, WE'RE
OH, OK, WE'LL
OVER HERE,
PULL A RIGHT.
I MEAN IT.
PULL OVER HERE.
NOW, LISTEN.
OR WHAT? HUH?
Sal:
EVERY NEIGHBORHOODGET THINGS DONE:
TO TURN TO.
WE HAVE JOJO.
YEAH.
HE'S PROBABLY TAKING
OUT THE TRASH.
Sal:
JOJO WASTHE SUPERINTENDENT
OF SOME BUILDING
IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD.
ZANE AND JOJO:
BECAME FRIENDS:
AT THE 6-2.
THAT DAY,
FOR ASSAULTING:
AN ELDERLY LADY:
WITH A WOODEN YANKEE
BASEBALL BAT.
COME HERE! COME HERE!
CHILL OUT, OK?
LOOK, YOU SAID
YOU SHOT MARK:
BY ACCIDENT, RIGHT?
I DIDN'T SAY
ANYTHING, MAN.
NO, THAT'S
WHAT YOU SAID.
IT'S OVER WITH, OK?
OF THIS.
SOMETHING, ALL RIGHT?
NO, STOP IT.
STOP IT, ALL RIGHT?
KICK YOUR ASS:
ANYTIME.
KICK MY ASS.
YEAH, WHAT HAPPENED
OVER AT 29th STREET?
THE F*** HAPPENED
OVER AT 29th STREET?
[HISSES]
F*GGOT.
ALL RIGHT,
THAT'S ENOUGH!
THAT'S ENOUGH!
WHATEVER HAPPENED
HAPPENED.
OF THIS. COME ON!
LET'S SAY, LET'S
LISTEN TO ME.
LET'S SAY THAT
BY ACCIDENT.
THAT THE GUN:
YOU THINK A COP'S
WE'RE 4 KIDS
FROM BROOKLYN.
YOU F***ING KILLED
MY BROTHER, AND I'M
AND I'M TRYING
TO HELP YOU.
[ALL SHOUTING]
LOOK, GUYS,
HE'S NOT HERE,
ALL RIGHT?
WE GOTTA DO:
SOMETHING.
WHAT ARE WE:
GOING TO DO?
HE'S NOT HERE.
WHY CAN'T WE SAY--
GUYS, LISTEN,
LISTEN.
NO, SHUT UP
FOR A SECOND.
WHY CAN'T WE SAY
THAT THE GUN:
WAS MARK'S?
ARE A**HOLES?
DO YOU THINK:
THEY'RE STUPID?
THEY CAN FIND:
F***IN' FINGERPRINTS
ON A DICK, MAN.
DO YOU WANT:
AND LETTING:
A F***IN' 8-FOOT N*GGER
HE AIN'T HERE.
RIGHT NOW, WHAT
ALL RIGHT, WELL,
LOOK,
WE'LL WAIT AND
HE'S GOOD FRIENDS
WITH JOJO. HE'S TIGHT.
YEAH, GREAT.
ALL RIGHT? READY? READY?
OK?
YO, NICK. NICK!
WHAT'S UP, ZANE?
WHAT'S UP, MAN?
YEAH, I SEEN
SHOOTING STEEL, YOU KNOW.
FORGET THAT SH*T.
YO, THERE'S
NO SH*T.
LIKE THIS, BRO?
NO, LIKE THIS.
LICK YOUR BALLS:
AND AFTER. EVERYTHING.
YOU, LISTEN,
BY THE WAY,
YOU GOT THAT:
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