Message from the King Page #2

Open the f***ing door!

I swear to God,

I'm gonna break this door down.

Where is your girlfriend?

Listen, man, we've had enough trouble

with your sister already.

So I'd really appreciate it

if you leave Trish alone.

Whoo!

What the hell were you doing in there?

- Bill, stop.

- Stop!

Why do you always have to get

so f***ed up?

- Stop.

- Come here.

You must be Jacob.

- What the f*** is wrong with you?

- Bianca's brother, right?

So, how long are you in town for?

I'm glad you made it.

What's wrong? You look a little tense.

Are you okay?

- We need to talk.

- Okay, let's talk.

Did you do this with Bianca?

Mm-hmm.

You do other things with her?

Is that why he hates her?

Your boyfriend?

I liked her. She liked me.

Mm.

And I like you.

Did Bianca do a lot of blow?

Mm-hmm.

Did she score it for you?

Mm-hmm.

She turned me on to Zico's boy, Frankie.

Deals on wheels.

Who is Zico?

Hmm?

- How do you know him?

- He's one of Alex's boys.

Shh.

What are you doing?

- What the f***?

- I'm sorry.

- What the f***?

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. No, no, come here.

Look at me, look at me.

Hey, look at me. Nothing happened.

Nothing happened.

No...

Nothing happened.

Nothing happened.

Nothing happened.

Come here. Come here.

How much for an eight ball?

- Sorry?

- You heard me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Does he think I'm dealing or something?

That's what I've been told.

- Patricia, who is this guy?

- It's Bianca's brother.

- Really?

- Mm-hmm.

It's good to meet you, mate. Welcome.

What brings you to this neck of the woods?

I'm looking for Bianca.

Right.

I haven't actually seen her

for a while, I'm afraid.

It's like everyone in this f***ing place.

They're here one minute, gone the next.

F***ing nomadic culture, you know?

Yeah.

I have to wonder why

she'd lose touch with her dealer,

with her drug problem and all that.

Keep your f***ing voice down, mate.

And I'm not a dealer, okay?

I deal in pleasure, and I deliver it

to a very select f***ing few.

You get to cussing when you get nervous,

did you know that?

'Course I'm f***ing nervous.

You're going around shouting

that I'm some shithead dealer.

It's a reasonable question.

You are her dealer.

You probably know where she is. Do you?

- You're off.

- What?

You're off the f***ing list. Jesus Christ.

What the f*** is your problem?

I mean, who even talks

to someone like that?

Yes, he's here.

Of course I'm f***ing sure.

I was talking to him, mate.

Hey, what are you doing?

You didn't answer my question.

Why did they kill Bianca?

- I don't...

- Why?

All right. All right.

All right, she f***ing...

- Tell me.

- She pissed them off.

She had something that they wanted.

I don't know what the f*** it was though.

I swear I don't know.

- Pissed who off? Pissed who off?

- The guys Zico works for.

Who does he work for?!

All right. It's the... It's th...

It's the Du... The Duke.

All right.

He's called the f***ing Duke, I swear.

Let him go!

Get inside!

Go tell Duke.

That's not mine.

He's gonna f***ing kill me.

I saw you out there.

Um...

About earlier...

you know...

the guy at the motel?

I wanted to say thank you.

For what?

For not, um...

I don't f*** them.

You have to keep a roof

over your head.

Nay?

Let me see that.

Wow.

She's pretty.

Who is she?

So, what are you doing

in this shitty ass place?

You mean here? Or Los Angeles?

Both.

Is it about her?

You looking for her?

Everybody's looking for something

in this place.

You come here looking

for the one thing in the world

that you think is gonna make you happy.

And then after a few years...

all you wanna do is get the hell out.

Have you ever seen this place in the rain?

It's like rotting cardboard. Same smell.

But then, the rain clears

and the sun shines,

and the air smells

like jasmine and orange.

And you think that maybe...

maybe it's not so bad.

Maybe you're gonna stay and...

give it another go.

And then what you think

was a pile of trash gets up and...

starts pushing a cart full of cans.

Sleeping under a bridge.

The little girl with you at the motel...

is she your daughter?

Yeah.

- How old is she?

- She's eight.

Give this to her.

I think maybe she will like it

because it has the elephant on it.

She loves elephants.

Thank you.

I'm Kelly, by the way.

- Jacob.

- Jacob.

It was nice talking to you.

Okay.

- Hey.

- Hello. Um...

Can you hold onto this for me?

I have to go out.

I don't want to leave it in the room.

Okay.

Eks, I have a favor to ask.

You've got a car, nay?

Can I use it? Only for a few hours.

I can pay you.

Hell, that's more money than it's worth.

Hang on.

F***ed up Camry downstairs.

- New Mexico plates, can't miss it.

- Thank you.

You wanna come in?

This is Boot.

No, no, it's all right.

- I have to go. Chop, chop.

- Okay.

Oh, my God. Are you f***ing kidding me?

Get out of here. Get away.

Did Bianca leave anything else with you?

- Dude, back the f*** off my space.

- She had something they wanted.

I don't give a sh*t about your problems.

- Tell me!

- Get out of here!

Tell me everything

that happened with Alex!

Tell me the truth! The truth.

- Huh?

- Okay.

They argued all the time. Okay?

I heard them. They argued all the time.

- And one day, Alex was just gone.

- Where?

I don't f***ing know.

She said they had a big fight.

All his sh*t was still there.

I don't f***ing know, man.

He just left, all right?

She wasn't even f***ing mad.

She was just scared.

What happened after that?

She came to me one day

and gave me a f***ing bag

with all her sh*t in it,

and told me not to tell Zico.

I mean, I don't know, man.

She was f***ing freaked out

about something.

What do you want me to tell you?!

- Was Bianca getting her teeth fixed?

- What?

Her teeth.

Was she getting her teeth fixed?

Bianca wasn't getting sh*t f***ing fixed.

You're f***ing crazy, man.

I found Bianca at the morgue.

She'd been tortured.

They cut off her foot.

They blinded her.

Don't... Don't tell me that sh*t.

Don't f***ing come over to my house

and tell me that sh*t!

You don't think I cared for her?

I was the only person that cared for her!

Where the f*** were you?

This is Duke.

Hello?

Mr. Lawenda. I called.

- I have an 11:
30 appointment.

- Of course.

You haven't seen Dr. Wentworth before,

have you, Mr. Lawenda?

No, but I have seen his work.

If you could fill this out,

Dr. Wentworth will be with you

in a moment.

Very good.

Mr. Lawenda?

Mr. Lawenda?

Dr. Wentworth's ready for you.

Mr. Lawenda.

A man after my own heart.

You don't like filling in forms.

Not a problem.

I'll get everything as we go along.

Now your notes say

you've been having some pain.

Let's take a look at those top molars,

shall we? Open wide.

Nothing immediately apparent.

You should get some X-rays, I think.

It says your sister referred you.

- I don't think I remember her.

- Bianca.

Bianca, of course.

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