Khali the Killer Page #2

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Alright I shouldn't have said that.

I shouldn't have said that!

Get out of my f..g face! Get your

f..g a..s the f..k up out of here!

Hey straight up

take my card.

-F..k your card!

-Alright, alright, alright!

No harm no foul.

How the f..k did I

end up here man?

I wasn't some kind of abused kid.

My mom just wasn't around.

But I ain't no victim.

Hustlin' was fun.

My first taste of crime was

in a crew called, 213.

Not a gang really. Just a bunch

of homies. Friends, family.

With all kinds of benefits.

But, when I left the gang

and went solo...

...I became isolated.

It was just me out there. Alone.

Killing motherf..s. And

hoping that I didn't get killed.

No one had my back.

Every day, was Dia de Muertos...

Russian roulette.

Kill or be killed.

But like any job, I got used to it.

I punched the clock.

Trudged through.

Being a hit man was just

something I did to pay the bills...

...while I did things that I loved.

Grandma.

Grandma.

Grandma.

Grandma.

-Hi daddy.

-Hey baby. How you doing?

-Good.

-Where's your mom?

Over there.

Hey, I need to borrow your car.

Where's your car?

It was stolen.

And you wanna borrow my car

My Grandma she's missing.

I think she wandered off.

Let me get my keys I'll be back.

Come on.

-Hey chief.

-Hey, what's up Walter?

-These darn labels

-Cori, hurry up!

She probably can't find her keys.

I can't find my keys.

I don't know why she doesn't use

the key caddy that I made her.

See that thing.

All you gotta do is you come in,

hang the keys right by the door

...you never have that problem.

-Cori did you find them?

Perfect. So uh,

so how's work going Khali?

-Yeah, I mean uhcan't complain.

-Yeah?

Yeah.

-Yeah I hear you.

-Cori!

You know I've been on my

job for eight year now?

Over eight years working

for the city.

It's a pretty good job.

I can't complain, I mean it's

not the best pay but

Hey whatever pays the bills, right?

Or the child support payments.

Hey come on buddy

I'm just joshing you.

-You ready?

-Yeah let's go.

-We'll be back.

-Alright.

-Has she done this before?

-No she hasn't done this before.

Ding dang dong.

You're so good baby.

You're not supposed

to call her that.

What? Good?

Why, what's wrong with good?

Tori is inherently good.

Her goodness has nothing to

do with the way she behaves.

It has something to do

with it right?

Just like you shouldn't

call her bad.

And tell her, her behavior

is rude or disruptive.

But that doesn't mean she's bad.

It just means that she

did a bad thing.

Wait, wait, wait hold on.

No that's not her.

Grand mommy!

Grand mommy! Mommy.

Right there! There she is,

there she is! Stop, stop, stop!

Hi!

Grandma thoughts he was

chasing her parakeet Pedro...

...that died 20 years ago.

Good thing I could f..g swim.

Grandma!

-Hey.

-Yeah?

You f..g pervert!

How dare you watch my

boy out there skating around!

You have two seconds.

Two f..g seconds to get the...

...f..k out of here before

I call the cops.

You piece of f..g s..t!

Declined.

Hey bud.

Is Cori home?

No, she's not actually. She went

out to take Tori to karate lessons.

Look Walter, I need to borrow $50.

I'm sorry?

I need to borrow $50.

You want to borrow $50?

Um.

What the heck.

What the heck.

You're good for it right?

-What's this for?

-Your I.O.U. silly.

All right turn around

I gotta right it out.

Cant do this without an I.O.U.

I Khali...

...owe Walter.

$50.

All right Khali, here I'll give you

a copy of one of these.

-You need some help?

-Aye I'm trying to do croak-y.

Help me with the croak-y.

I can't get it.

-Croak- y?

-Croak- y. you know.

-Karaoke.

-That's what I said.

Uh. okay.

Come on. Come on.

-No, no, no.

-Come on you're gonna sing with me.

Okay now.

I don't even know what

you're singing.

It's togetherness. Come on.

I dream of Jeanie with

the light brown hair.

Borne like a vapor,

on the summer's air...

I'm seeing her tripping where

the bright steams play.

If I needed one more job.

Could you get it?

You trying to get back in the game,

already? I thought you retired.

Just one more job.

Let me think. I'll come talk

to you. You at your place?

I'm over here at my Grandma's.

Looking after her.

Your grandma's hilarious. She still

singing those Puerto Rican songs?

What you doing talking s..t about

Puerto Ricans, white boy.

You know I got all kinds of

spice in my blood.

Grandma! The tea!

Grandma!

911, what's your emergency?

What you're sleeping on...

...is as important as

who you're sleeping with.

Come on

down to Macho Mattress...

...and restore your mattress

mojo today.

Hi.

She's stabilized. Do you have

a plan for her discharge?

What do you mean a plan?

I mean, do you have a long-term

care plan in place?

No, not really.

Well your grandmother has too many

health problems.

She's beyond your care. She needs

to be in a long-term facility.

-No, I know.

-Sands Manor.

Sands Manor

is an excellent facility.

I'll begin the paperwork

to have her transferred there.

If I can't afford that right now...

She'll get whatever Medicaid

covers. Probably Senior Living.

No!

Grandma, I know.

-Do you trust me?

-I trust, you promise.

-I promise.

-You staying here.

I need something big today.

Today homie.

You hear me?

-Here's your juice babe.

-I don't want it.

Daddy, I wanna play!

-Is grandma going here?

-I can't do that to her.

I promised her. I'm gonna take

her to that place Sands Manor.

Sands Manor? In Malibu?

-What?

-Do you know how much that costs?

-What, it's expensive?

-Ten grand!

-What a year?

-A month!

Hell no!

You better get to work,

I mean whatever it is you do.

Sneaking off in the middle

of the night.

I'm a cook. I'm a chef.

Tell mom I'm a chef.

-Na, for reals.

-You're so full of s..t.

You ain't no chef.

Why don't you guys come

over and find out.

Hit me hard.

Come on now.

You sure about this?

Yeah. I'm sure.

You ain't gonna let me down,

are you?

I'm the best homes.

After I'm done with this,

I'm gonna get the rest right?

I know I already told you this s..t

but I owe some people.

Bad people.

And if you f..k this up...

Don't f..k this up.

Hey!

Baby, what are you doing?

Come on.

Cool.

No, no, no, no, no. Me first.

No!

You want some?

Cool homie.

With Isaac's money I put

Grandma in Sands Manor.

And put a down payment

on a new car.

Same model.

Same color.

Call me superstitious, but

there's a reason I'm still alive.

I don't understand why you have

to use those women.

They look straight out of a porno.

Don't they, Becca?

They look like porno girls.

They're supposed to look like

that. That's the whole schtick.

Did you hear that, Ma? Schtick!

I told you he's assimilating.

Oh no just water thank you.

So, how's the business doing? You

don't need any more money, do you?

I'm kidding. I'm kidding.

Isaac knows I'm a kidder.

Don't you, Isaac?

-You're a kidder.

-So...

I dont understand why you dont just

quit with the mattress business...

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