Heart Condition Page #6

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.

You wanted to marry him?

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?

I think we should just, just

chalk this rejection episode

up to a learning experience.

Something that

will never happen again.

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

no telling what could happen.

Yeah, we better.

We gotta.

We gotta get her.

Yeah.

- Any ideas?

- Yeah.

Let's not jump

to conclusions now.

That thing could be

keeping us alive.

My ass.

- Where's the f***in' phone?

- Who you gonna call?

Arnold Palmer.

What?

Are you trying to screw up my

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

that a US Senator would

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

someone named Crystal called

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.

I'll leave Harry a note.

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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