Message from the King Page #5

I don't actually have any,

but I could go pick some up.

Where are you going?

Is this about Bianca?

What difference

is it going to make to her now?

Okay, see you in the morning, Scott.

- Drive safe.

- All right, see you.

Hey, Scott, you still here?

I'm Bianca's brother.

I'm in your office.

I've got what you want,

and you've got what I want.

How did you...?

So, where is it?

Play it.

Play it!

It's okay, Mike.

Look at the camera.

Tell me you love me.

Tell me.

I love you so much.

What are you doing with the boy?!

This is why you killed her.

Can you believe it? Leveraging me.

She wanted the boy back

less than a week after she sold him to me.

- Bianca sold you her kid?

- He wasn't her kid.

He belonged to her idiot husband

who got killed by his gangster pals.

That's why they were pimping her out.

To make the money back

that he stole from them.

She sold me Armand to pay off the debt.

Then the stupid b*tch changed her mind.

Armand's happy here.

He's got friends. I've given him a home.

He was living on the street.

I'm a decent guy.

Bianca may have been strung out,

but we had a deal.

What the f*** was she thinking?

That Armand would go back? To her?

750, right?

That's what Wentworth said you wanted.

You know the irony in all this?

Turns out you're the only straight dealer

in this whole goddamn mess.

Okay. Just... Just take a breath.

Just breathe for a minute.

Breaking and entering, self-defense,

plus you're black.

Except you're lying!

Hey, Mike,

I left my phone somewhere.

Oh, God.

Please! Please, what do you want?

Help! Mike! Mike, help!

- No! No!

- Sit!

Please don't.

Don't do anything to me, please.

Please, I don't have anything.

Only what I tell you.

Mike shot himself. The safe is open.

There's money everywhere.

Now tell him.

Scott? What's wrong? What is it?

I walked into Mike's office

and he's killed himself.

He blew his brains out.

There's money all over the place.

You've got to get over here, Paul.

You better get over...

Mr. Ducmajian.

This is Jacob King. I'm at Preston's.

Dr. Wentworth is on his way.

I'm Jacob, Bianca's brother.

I'm going to take you to a safe place.

Get away from me!

Get dressed.

We don't have much time.

Shh.

Trust me. I am your friend.

King. His name... His name is King.

He killed Mike. He did it. He killed him.

Oh, God. Paul, thank God you came.

You gotta cut me loose.

We gotta get out of here.

We gotta get out of here!

Paul!

Shh.

We gotta get out of here!

Paul. Paul, help me. Help me.

Come here, you gotta help me.

Cut me loose. Please.

We gotta get out of here.

What are you...?

What are you doing? Please.

Shh!

Dr. Wentworth?

You want to stay for dinner?

No.

You're going to die if you stay here.

I have to get back.

Shh.

What's going on?

Wait. No, you wait here.

Get him.

Zico...

Duke, you've gotta believe me.

I was going to split it.

He called me. King.

He told me you'd be here.

The bag was just lying there.

I was wondering where this was.

Motherf***er! F***!

Okay, sit right here.

Where is your mother?

We have to leave here right away.

Stop it!

Go to your room!

Are you happy to see me, Mr. King?

Mommy! Mommy!

No!

No!

Mommy!

Armand!

Armand!

Armand?

Armand!

All aboard, ma'am.

Welcome back, detective.

- How was your holiday?

- All right.

I'll grab your bag.

Did you get to see your sister

in Los Angeles?

Yeah, I did.

And how's she doing?

She's doing fine.

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