Let Me Make You a Martyr Page #3

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How are you today?

Don't worry about how I

is, what 'chu doin' out here?

I'm lookin' for

a man named pope.

You say you lookin' for a pope?

No, a man named pope,

used to live around here.

Mr. you know who pope is?

Yeah I do, I've known pope

longer n' you been alive.

Is that right?

That's right.

I can't help ya I'm sorry.

I got a hundred dollars.

Anybody might lead me to him.

Hey squirt you stay

right here alright.

Now you say what now?

I say I got a hundred dollars

to anybody who take me to pope.

Tell ya what

you keep that Benjamin,

you come out here lookin'

all slick like,

look like the kinda

guy might know

where to find a bag a ice.

Yeah, I might be able

to help you with that.

Here we gonna do.

Ol' squirt back

there he gotta boat.

He gonna take ya a

quarter mile up the river.

I ain't gettin' in that boat

'cause I'm scared a skins.

But here's the deal

I'm gonna hold me

end you hold yours.

You don't I'm gonna string ya

up like a Southern wind chime.

Ya understand?

Oh you gonna be happy

with what I got for you boy.

I'll be the judge a

that, alright, hey squirt.

You gonna hop in with this

man here, he gonna take ya

up the river alright?

(Engine starts)

You're gonna be

alright, alright.

Little man get on

in the door's open.

(Door slams)

Is this somethin' I

should have an attorney for?

What are you guilty of?

Again, I apologize for

the implication format

but usually when one requests

representation it's an

admission of guilt.

Now we can go down

that Avenue but

there's a mess here.

(Gunshot rings out)

And although there are other

subjects who are most certainly

involved you in fact are the

only one they brought to me.

Not anyone else.

I can assure you forfeiting

this opportunity would be

something to regret because

there won't be another

opportunity for

reprieve, understood?

I think I do.

So what will it be?

Are we done?

Very well.

Wait.

F*** it.

(Shoes clicking on concrete)

(Door opens)

(Door squeaks and closes)

(Cranks engine)

(Ominous music)

(Water sloshes)

This it?

Sh*t.

Don't go nowhere.

I mean,

don't you go nowhere,

I'll be back.

Up there, huh?

Sh*t.

Hello?

Pope?

(Scraping)

(Scraping)

(Slicing)

Hey, how long has it been?

February '92.

I don't know how the

f*** you remember that.

How are ya?

The f*** does it look like I am?

(Scraping)

I don't deserve any chit

chat I mean I just drove in a

car for about an hour got

stuck in a boat with a mute

and nearly killed

myself walkin' up here.

Then well,

why don't you get to the

point why you're here.

It's, is my son.

Remember him?

Yeah, the one you adopted.

That's it, well he's

gone off the rails.

Gotta Jihadist agenda

and he's just hurt me in,

just hurt me in ways

that I can't forgive him.

I don't really know

how to say this but.

So you want me to put him down?

I like the way you say that.

Well it's gonna be

double for family.

(Slices)

Ohh.

Double?

(Scraping)

Did I stutter I said double.

Thing about it is I

need it done yesterday.

Well that's why you

came to me isn't it then?

Alright, no that's

alright, I'll just, okay.

Just let me know.

Let me know.

Smoke?

Please.

(Strikes lighter)

(Slides ashtray on table)

So what else?

Yes, well, says here

that you have an uncle.

Was he related to your mother?

Yeah.

A,

Marvin Crenshaw glass.

Marvin, yeah.

(Bell ringing)

(Blowing on fingers)

(Taps button)

(Blows on fingers)

(Taps buttons)

I had a felling

you'd still be here.

I never move boy, you

know better than that.

(Tapping buttons)

What happened?

Never mind I'll tell

you about it later.

(Tapping buttons)

What's in the cup?

Green tea.

Green tea?

What man you go queer on me?

Alright, gimme a swig.

(Laughs)

Man just when I thought

I couldn't draw one.

(Laughs)

Thought you'd appreciate

that pay off the house

and maybe the car payment.

Oh, boy you been gone a minute,

f*** the car n' the house.

(Car splashing through water)

(Door opens)

(Horn honks)

Sorry.

(Door closes)

(Door opens)

(Wrestles wheelchair out)

(Wheelchair clanks on ground)

Sh*t.

It's all bullshit man.

Just leave the chair out here.

C'mon.

I'm not even gonna ask.

(Hearty laugh) C'mon.

(Door squeaks open)

(Closes door)

Here's for your troubles Marv.

(Laughing)

You are a Saint boy.

(Laughing)

So what happened man, you okay?

Yeah.

Don't overdue it now you're

the only blood I got left.

You know I hate to spoil

you but it feels right.

Oh, boy I been in

the game a while.

Big man would'a punched

out my ticket long time ago

if he's goin' to.

Don't take bein' a dope

fiend to fell like that.

What brings you around?

Filin' this under vacation

time or somethin'?

You could call it that.

I got some evils of

my own to clear out.

Some business to

insure pleasure.

Just the trash man this time.

You know where a

trash man finds himself

at the end of his day?

Where's that?

Standin' alone right in front of

the pile of crap he's collected,

covered in sh*t.

(Laughs)

I suspect I'll be covered

from head to toe when I'm done.

Alright I'm sure you will be.

(Gasping)

(Spoon falls on table)

(Exhales)

Ahhhh.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

That f***in' Keich

that raised ya.

Easy Marv.

Don't fall outta that high now.

Man shouldn't be allowed

to live like that and

not taste hell for it.

(Grunts)

(Couch squeaks)

Ohhhh.

A man's gotta have a code, yeah.

Or what else, what

kinda man is he?

What d'ya think I came back?

Make good with all the

folks I've taken from

and taken from me, start over?

Nah.

I came back to say my piece.

Get some much needed sleep.

Uh, huh.

Ah, the one thing I

learned is that you

you don't have to

be six feet under

to be cycled out of existence.

(Laughs)

Oh, the truth is that I've

been wanderin' this earth

without a soul for years.

And the only sense that I

can make out of the extent

of my existence is this.

Is this some sort of

f***ed up punishment

for my failure to live?

When I go, and I pray

god, I hope it's soon.

But when it happens,

if I'm lucky,

it'll be with a needle

in my arm or at my side.

Just a comfortable compromise.

Don't be like me.

Ahh, when you cross over

boy you make sure you got some

truth to put on the table.

Or heaven's gonna

burn your eyes.

(Chuckles)

Yeah.

(Car drives by)

(Low rumble)

Yeah.

(Knocking on door)

Oh (Chuckles).

Take a seat.

Hey, you know, Jer, I'm gonna

have to call you back later.

(Hangs up phone)

Hmmm.

Well, well, well.

The prodigal son.

How the hell are ya?

Good.

So maybe we just outta

cut the bullshit, huh?

Quit actin' so excited

to see each other.

Head penguin over at St.

Vincent's she called me.

Just to let me know

that you were in town.

And before you cum all over

yourself tryin' to explain

let me just say that I'm

very aware of that special

relationship you had with

Jackie and uncle frank.

But I,

I do indeed need to insist

that I get back what is mine.

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