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Heart Condition Page #6
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- 1990
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speeding ticket
and you've got...
You got what?
Oh, get the f*** out of here.
This is too easy.
Wait a minute, remember...
No, no.
I know what to say.
Crys!
Sh*t!
- Get out of my life, Moony.
- I'm not gonna do that.
No, you don't understand.
You have to leave, okay?
I'm not gonna do that
- Turn around and walk away.
- Crys, I developed the film.
- Why? Why did you do that?
- You gave them to me.
No, I gave it to you because
I knew you wouldn't develop it.
- Throw it in the fishbowl.
- Until somethin' happened.
- Nothin's happened to me.
- Yes, it did. You met me.
Listen, Marquand died of
a drug overdose, right?
Yes.
Graham killed Stone on a chance
that you might have told him.
Yes.
Do they know
about the pictures?
That's the only reason
we're still alive.
Has anyone seen them?
No, not yet, but
I'm gonna take 'em down.
Moon, I know what
you wanna do.
You can't do it.
- What the f*** are you...
- Listen to me. Leave.
And don't
do anything. Please.
- Hey, listen to me.
- Please, Moon.
Crys.
Go away!
They'll see you.
Listen.
I can help you get out of this.
No! We have a deal.
- You got a trap.
- He can see us.
There's nothing
you can do about it.
Moon, nothing's the same.
You see that?
Everything's gone.
No, it's not gone.
- They'll kill me.
- No.
I'm an accessory.
I'll go to jail.
Well, testify for immunity.
They'll find me.
Look, I can protect you.
I don't care what happens to me.
Well, who the f***
do you care for?
This is my baby.
He already lost his father.
You want him to lose me, too?
Stone?
Huh.
My God.
I was pregnant couple of months
before he died.
I never told him.
Baby.
Didn't want it
to look like I was trying
to force him
into something.
I want this baby.
Hey, Baby.
Jesus.
Does that make a difference?
Oh, Jesus, he's so beautiful!
Thank you, baby.
Hey
Hey, Moon, come on.
Come on and hold him for me.
You know, tell me how he feels.
Come on, Moon.
Tell me how he feels, huh?
Moon?
Hey, Moon, come on, tell me...
Hey, Moon, don't do this to me.
Come on, tell me how he's...
Moony, come on.
Tell me how he feels.
Hey.
Moony.
Peisha.
Ready to go get
some Pampers?
Yeah, okay.
Crys?
Sorry.
That's okay, that's okay.
Here, let me hold him.
- No.
- Come on, come on.
Oh, yeah
Oh, huh.
You're a big boy.
Yeah, oh.
I just got off the phone
with Senator Marquand's people.
They're very upset with me.
Seems that someone
from the police department
has pulled out
the Senator's autopsy file.
That wouldn't happen
to be a Mr. Moony?
The jerk from last night?
Did you know he
was a cop? Huh?
Did you? Did you
know he was a cop?
Did you know your mommy was
one of his old roomies? Huh?
Did you?
How did you know that?
At least that's what
Peisha tells me.
She's got some
very good Mexican brown.
I hope she didn't O.D.
Phew.
You lied to me.
What?
You never should've left.
That's the bottom line, alright?
She wanted me to leave
or weren't you listening?
- The girl needs our help.
- No, she don't need mine.
The girl's in love
with you, a**hole.
- F*** off.
- Yeah, well, f*** you.
She's in love with you.
What the hell has that got
to do with anything? I'm dead.
Like hell you are.
Sh*t.
What is this sh*t?
F***ing gotta be
some kind of curse.
Huh, Me and Rambis, man, f***.
Ha, you work your ass off.
For what?
F***in' what?
I'm not good enough for Crys.
Even my own heart
ain't good enough.
Sh*t.
F***in' white curse.
No, it's not. It's a black
f***in' conspiracy.
A what?
You, you heard me.
You f***in' people,
you creep up around.
- What people? Who.
- And just suck up to us.
You, You make us trust you
and then you-all the time.
You're robbin' us blind.
- Oh, we do that, huh?
- You.
- Say it, say it.
- You, you f***in'...
- N*ggers, right? Niger coon.
- Yeah.
- Chinks, Spics, Kike.
- Yeah.
Mook.
N*ggers, N*ggers!
N*ggers.
Moon?
Moon?
Alright, just t-take
it easy, take it easy.
Moony, that you?
I know we've
had problems.
I don't think rejecting
my heart is the answer.
You agree?
There's other ways
we can vent our frustration.
We could, we could, we could
go to the amusement park.
Ah, ride the bumper cars.
Play Mike Tyson's
video Nintendo.
You could be Mike Tyson.
You could be Mike Tyson
I'll be the white guy.
No, I wanna be Mike Tyson.
Anyway, we can ice hockey,
uh, full-contact karate.
We're mature men, aren't we?
chalk this rejection episode
up to a learning experience.
Something that
You do agree?
Oh, good.
Huh.
Ah, that makes me
breathe a lot easier.
Now we gotta do
something about Crys.
If Graham's suspicious
Yeah, we better.
We gotta.
We gotta get her.
Yeah.
- Any ideas?
- Yeah.
Let's not jump
to conclusions now.
keeping us alive.
My ass.
- Where's the f***in' phone?
- Who you gonna call?
Arnold Palmer.
What?
entire day? I am rid of you.
Shrink's gonna pull you, you'll
be out of my life for good.
Not crazy?
Anyone who would think
O.D. on crack has got
to be out of his damn mind.
I don't believe it, either.
And besides, if you just had
an attack, you shouldn't
even be on the telephone.
Moon.
Moon, would you calm,
just calm down alright...
Look, I will be there.
I'm not supposed to take
this out of the building.
Yeah, I-I remember
the night at the Bowl.
Moon, don't...
Don't tell my mother.
Listen, hold on.
Okay, I'll do it, yeah.
Okay.
Oh, and, Moon, um
and Terri said ah, that she
should call you at home, okay?
Moon? It's Crys.
Peisha and I are in serious
trouble, you understand?
And I need to see you, please.
Oh, Jesus.
What is it? What did she say?
They know.
They're gonna kill her.
We're gonna take little Lee up
tothe Broke House?
It's up past
the old-swim club.
That used to be Needle Park
for the surf set.
We'll wait for you
there until eight.
And after that, I, I don't know
what's gonna happen.
Tell him about the pictures.
You have to bring
the pictures.
And come alone, Moon.
Please, come.
I love you.
- We got 40 minutes.
- Jesus, they got my kid.
Call the police.
I'd waste 40 minutes
trying to make 'em believe me.
Two three nine,
code blue, code blue
Two three nine.
Grab ten cc's...
I think they responded
very well to that.
Here.
Hemorrhoids.
Ouch, crude, but funny.
Over there.
A police car's a
little obvious, isn't it?
We got thirty minutes.
You wanna take a bus?
Sure you're gonna be okay?
If I'm not, you're gonna
be the first to know.
The note says he's on
his way to Malibu.
Excuse me, looking
for Jack Moony.
Who the hell isn't?
Yes, it's written
to a guy named Harry.
I'm Harry.
You friend's lucky
to be walking.
How do you think he's
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