Killshot Page #6
See, Donna...
that's the Bird's sweetheart...
When this is all done,
the Bird and Donna...
are gonna go down to Memphis,
hold hands...
Look at all that Elvis sh*t.
Isn't that right Bird?
The only trouble is
that Donna...
is probably f***ing Elvis
as we speak.
You get one Ritchie,
just like everybody else.
Do you know why I shot him?
He wasn't who I thought he was.
I had this kid brother.
We were in a hospital
one time... on a job.
And when we were done, there
was this nurse standing there.
She saw us do it.
My kid brother just stood
there looking at her.
He looked at her too long.
Maybe he liked her face.
Anyway, that's what killed him.
Go put some clothes on.
I have to go upstairs.
I'm not like Richie.
I'm not the same as him.
I know.
You meet a woman.
You kid yourself, she sees you.
Sees who you really are,
under all this sh*t.
Turns out...
she's just another b*tch
with a lipstick.
You're wrong. I do see you.
I panicked...
I panicked when I saw
the gun... I panicked.
Shut up!
- Where's your husband?
- I don't know.
- When does he get back?
- I don't know.
Then you call him.
You call him and you tell him
to get back here.
I'm tired of waiting.
I wanna finish this.
He's not coming back.
He's in Missouri.
He's not even
my husband anymore.
Don't you get it?
Don't you know anything
about real life?
Real life?
What the f*** is that?
Missouri huh?
Carmen!
It's me.
I tried calling.
Honey?
You have to let me in.
I... don't have a key.
- Will you please go?
- Okay, alright.
Just hear me out.
Look, I've had... huh,
and 15 years
See, five's terrible, right?
That's what you said.
So... let's go for six.
And then...
if we make it to six...
then we can try for seven,
'cause...
to ten for you.
Carmen...
'Cause I get it now.
Carmen?
I understand.
So, huh...
If you... if you're not
gonna let me in,
at least let me get something.
In the car. A present...
I left it...
You gotta know what you're
doing when you go in.
You gotta have it figured out.
Don't hang around.
Don't get interested.
It's empty.
Then you don't make mistakes.
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