Kiss of Death Page #4

Come on, come on.

Get over here!

Tonight, I'll tell you, you have

really got this thing down to a science.

Yeah? What thing?

Well, look at him.

Who would know? Am I right?

Who would know what?

No, I'm just... I'm just saying. You know.

Admirin'.

Admirin'?

Get him the f*** off there.

I am so f***in' stupid.

I should have my f***in' head examined.

What is the matter with me?

Hey! Hey! What are you f***in' doin'?

What are you worrying

about the guy for, huh?!

What guy? What f***ing guy?

Whaddaya wanna know for?

That's f***ing great.

I did three years for you.

Hey, hey, hey.

I did three years for you,

you paranoid motherf***er, OK?

Full time, not a day less, for you.

OK?

What do you wanna know about the guy for?

JJ pointed him out to me,

like two minutes before you sat down.

If he's got a big f***in' mouth, take it up

with him. I was tryin' to make conversation.

It's been a hard week.

I'm sorry. I just lost control, you know, so...

Wanna go for a ride?

Let's go for a ride. Come on.

No problem.

Know what an acronym is?

It's like letters that stand for things.

You know, like FBI, TGIF. You understand?

Yeah.

I have an acronym for myself.

Know what it is?

B-A-D.

B-A-D. Balls, attitude, direction.

You should give yourself an acronym.

Cos it helps you visualize your goals.

How about F-A-B? F***ed at birth.

No good. Too negative.

There's a bag in the trunk.

Why don't ya get it?

Whoa! Omar.

Don't you be f***in'

sneakin' up on me like that.

Sh*t! Maybe you oughta

lighten up on the yeyo some.

And you think I'm paranoid...

- Who the f*** is this?

- He's cool. He's my people.

Your people?

Turn the f*** around, motherf***er.

Omar, the cars.

Yeah, man. You got the titles and sh*t?

Always do.

All right, I'll take 'em all. Except that Explorer.

What's the matter with the Explorer?

It's...

It's red.

- So have 'em paint it.

- No. No, man.

No, it'd still be red under the paint.

Red's my bad luck color.

I ain't got nothin' to do with red.

You're some funny people, my man.

- You got them nines for me?

- Right here.

Are you interested in Macs?

I'll get you a dozen.

Macs? Yeah, man. I'll take Macs. Yeah.

You got 'em.

This motherf***er smells scared, Junior.

I don't like that.

You wanna dance with me?

Cos I love to dance.

You hear what I'm sayin'?

No more new f***in' faces, all right?

Whatever.

How about you? You afraid of red?

What am I, an interior decorator?

I don't give a sh*t.

Good. The Explorer's yours.

Jimmy. Over here.

These are the cars we took.

Where'd they go? Terminator Body Parts?

Got anything else?

There was a guy from the DMV there.

I couldn't get his name.

Yeah, we onto him.

So you hook up with Junior?

Oh, yeah.

- And how about Omar? You cut in Omar?

- Him too.

Bought everything on the sheet, bag of nines,

goin' for a dozen Macs over the weekend.

All right.

- So I'll get that wire off you.

- I threw it away.

What?

I threw it away.

I got patted down twice tonight.

So you're all right with him.

That'll make it easier.

- Easier for what?

- Easier to wear a f***in' wire.

Let me ask you a question. Why you?

Why did they put you on me? Revenge?

You see this eye here?

Runs all the time. I can't make it stop.

I got a third of my hearin' in this ear.

When I wanna go to the beach - take my kids

to the beach and play with 'em and sh*t -

strong, direct sun gives me a migraine

so bad, I cry like a baby.

They don't know why. It just does.

So I asked for you.

And if you take that wire off one more time,

I'm personally gonna beat you to death.

Maybe the next time you lay a hand on me

it won't be such a one-way beatin'.

Hi.

What you got, a test?

Are you gonna get locked up again?

No.

- You would never do that to me.

- No.

Cos I'm not Bev. I can't live with that.

She couldn't live with it either.

You got something you need to tell me?

I'm under the rock.

They got me wearin' a wire.

Funny thing is,

I liked boostin' cars, you know?

There wasn't any make or model

I couldn't pop the lock.

Kill the alarm,

get it on the road in 90 seconds.

And it felt good.

It felt good to be good at somethin'.

I had money in my pocket,

nice clothes, flash ride...

Buy things for Bev, you know?

Take her places.

Felt good.

But it was bullshit.

And when I finally got caught... goin' to jail...

That's for real.

DA's office, Wednesday, 8 P.M..

Mrs. Wang's restaurant, wiring subject.

Switch the ID plate with the junker's.

Torch the junker.

Cops'll think it's the new car.

Let's go.

Wait.

Ooh!

I always get such a kick outta that.

It's the kid in me.

- Hi.

- Hey.

Ugh! You smell like gasoline.

He's a workin' man, babe. Give him a break.

- I gotta go.

- Where?

Gotta get home. She'll have my ass. So...

Let's go.

What's up?

You don't know who to f***ing trust

these days. Know what I mean?

Junior, what?

What's up? I do somethin'?

Walk over there

and ask him if he wants a Rolls.

Tell him it's red.

Oh, come on, Junior. Don't make me do that.

And come up on the passenger side.

Hey. How you doin'?

What the f*** y'all want?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

You killed him.

- Have some coke on me.

- Jesus.

Jesus.

What did you do? What did you do?

What the f*** did you do?

What did I do?

You f*** with the bull, you get the horns.

That's what I did.

Come up with a more positive

acronym for yourself yet?

A what?

You know what I hate more than anything?

I hate the taste of metal in my mouth.

Silverware makes me gag. I've gotta use

plastic forks and spoons all the time.

You know, I...

...I never told anybody about

me and the metal taste thing before.

Tomorrow... f*** the cars.

Just come by the bar.

I want you to... We...

We should have a conversation

about life and sh*t.

Yeah, get me Calvin Hart.

- I didn't do nothin'.

- I'd like to blow your f***in' head off.

I didn't do it!

Bullshit!

No, I am not gonna talk to you!

Just keep your f***in' mouth shut, all right?

Why the f*** didn't you tell us

Omar was a federal agent?

He was a what?

We couldn't compromise our investigation.

- He was a what?!

- Your investigation?

It's called common courtesy.

It's called professionalism!

You arrogant prick!

- What a f***ing waste of time!

- What?! Our man was killed...

...and your confidential

informant's a witness!

Well, maybe your man would still be alive

if you'd bothered to let us in on it.

- Yeah, it's your own damn fault.

- Our fault?! Let me tell you...

- Your CI is ours.

- The f*** he is!

Oh, yeah?

Then I'm chargin' him with homicide.

F*** you!

You're not doin' sh*t.

I'll go to the US attorney.

Once they find out that the guy

you're tryin' to indict is a state-run CI...

...that you knew about from day one...

...holy sh*t, what happens to you?!

You ever read about yourself in the paper?

Your balls shrivel to the size of chickpeas.

So whaddaya want?

- Stop. Talk to me. I'm right here.

- Shut up.

I want in. I want a joint prosecution,

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