Never Die Alone

We reap what we sow.|That's what the Bible says.

Payback's a motherf***er.

I think James Brown said that.

Same sh*t.|We all know the story...

or at least we pretend we do.

The Hindus have|a word for it--karma.

They believe in reincarnation--

that a man pays in the next life for all|the sh*t he's done in the previous one.

Keeps on payin'too,|till he gets it right.

Now, if I had to do it|all over again...

well--

Responsibility. Redemption.

In order to be truly redeemed, a man|has to own up to his responsibilities.

Hey, sweet thing,|what's your name?

B*tch.

"Makin' amends."

The cats out in Cali|like to use that one a lot...

especially when they get back|from a stint in rehab.

Of course, those be|the same motherfuckers...

sky-pagin' my ass in the middle|of the night a week after they got out.

Ain't that a b*tch?|Still, they had a point.

I been away too long.

Runnin', hidin'.

Today's the day|I stop runnin'from my past.

Today's the day...|set sh*t straight.

End of chapter 12.

Quit it.|Damn pervert.

Quit what?

Oh, sh*t. Check it out.

The wolf|is the motherfuckin' mack.

Enter the motherfuckin'|dragon.

- Why you still here?|- We were just kickin' it.

Just kickin' it.

I'm gonna kick your ass,|you don't get yourself to school.

- Damn, dog--|- Stay the f*** outta this, Blue.

- It just don't concern you.|- Wh-What?

Come on. I ain't gonna ask you again.

Hey.

- I'll pick you up after school, all right?|- Whatever.

Damn, dog. I thought|my moms was tough.

I wouldn't know.

- Moon give you that address?|- Yeah.

This is what the f*** will|happen every time you don't pay me.!

That's the f*** I'm talkin' about! You told|Moon you was gonna have his two grand.

- Where the f*** is the money at? I'm sorry.|- I'm trying to get it.

I really can't hear you, man.|Why don't you repeat that for me, huh?

This really ain't the time to be playin'|that Bruce Willis bullshit.

- Put your motherfuckin' hands where I can see 'em at!|- Okay, I'll--

F***in' deadbeat!

This what I'm talkin' about|right here. Hey, don't worry.

I'll leave you enough|to buy you a pack of Newports.

That's for a new shirt, n*gger!|F***ed up my boots!

- Please!|- Stupid motherf***er.!

You make your point?

That for sure.

- Got you a little bonus.|- That belongs to Moon, man.

F*** Moon, man.|He gettin' his. This interest.

Then give it to him. Sh*t, you know|I don't play him like that.

So now you about to give me|this big-ass speech...

about what a great future we got|if we trust in Moon.

And they ain't gonna|do f*** about you, man.

After 10 long years...

the King has returned to reclaim|his rightful home, sweet home.

And goddamn,|if it don't feel good!

What else can I say?

Enter the motherfuckin' dragon.

- Lookee here, lookee here.|- Well, I'll be goddamned.

You're still uglier|than a motherf***er.

- You miss me?|- N*gger, are you insane?

Ain't nobody never missed|a rattlesnake.

How the hell could somebody|possibly miss you?

Oh, baby, you ain't gots|to be that cold.

Why don't you fix me a drink.

Gin and Squirt?|Still drinkin' that sh*t?

You don't forget sh*t, do you?

- Keep the change.|- You gonna have to do a hell of a lot better than this...

if you want to keep|my ass from callin' Moon...

and tellin' him what kind of suicidal|fool just walked into his bar.

- Is that so?|- That's right.

You just saved me some money.|I was about to give you $1 00...

to get him on the horn for me,|but you f***ed that up.

Go on. Get him on the horn.|Go on now.

Sorry to disturb you, boss, but there's|somebody here you might wanna talk to.

Where's somewhere private|I can talk?

You see a champagne room|in this motherf***er?

Go to the toilet,|you want some privacy.

B*tch.

Well, if it ain't Hemingway.|A little early for you, isn't it, hon?

- One of those days. Know what I'm sayin'?|- Try this on.

Thank you.

King.

N*gger,|I thought you were dead.

You gonna be dead, motherf***er,|if you ain't got my goddamn money.

Well, today's your lucky day.

I'm here to make good, you know,|put things right between us.

N*gger, things ain't never|gonna be right between us.

But I'm gonna be out|a whole lotta paper if you kick it.

Give me a second and let me calculate|how much you into me for.

Bring me my book, goddamn it.

"See Snake."

It's rare you see a f***in' snake.

Says here 1 5,000.

That's not takin' into account|interest and all that other sh*t.

That sounds fair. Thirty. Call it 30.|But you call off the wolves.

Look, n*gger, my word is bond.|It always has been...

unlike some other shiftless|motherfuckers I know.

Yeah, n*gger,|I'm talkin' about you.

If anything happens to you,|it ain't gonna be because of me.

- I can promise you that.|- I know I can count on you.

I'll see your boys, right? Maybe we'll|grab a drink, catch up on old times.

- Don't push your luck, n*gger.|- Yeah.

''Catch up on old times.''|Ain't that some sh*t?

Jasper, give everybody|in this motherf***er a drink on me.

Today, I'm a free man.

I ain't never known you|to be so generous before, King.

Yeah. Keep the change and,|uh, buy yourself a dick.

So I'm, like, cool.|Back to the room, right?

- I'm ready to do the thang.|- What's the password?

F*** your mama, b*tch.|Stop playin'. Open the door, n*gger.

Anyway--

Hey, Blue, why you wanna talk|to poor Rockie like that?

You need to learn|some manners like Mike.

- Ain't that right, Mike?|- Yes, sir.

Rock, we cool, right?|The hell with you then.

- You got my money?|- Damn, is that all you care about?

What else is there? Money...

p*ssy and money.

It's all there, plus the interest.

Cool. Always know|I can count on you, Mike.

- Damn, what about me?|- What about you, motherf***er?

I got another job for y'all.|You really gonna like this one, Mike.

You'll never believe in a million years|who suddenly came back from the dead.

- Tupac?|- You're a funny motherf***er, boy.

Who?

Somebody you been waitin' for|for a long time.

- D-David.|- You know, you never cease to amaze me.

Aren't I always telling you|how smart this motherfuckin'boy is?

All the time.

- Where is he?|- Hold on, Mike.

You want me to keep thinkin'|you're smart, you gotta act smart.

King David already made an arrangement|to pay back the money he owes me.

In return, I promised him|he'd be in the clear...

and you know I always|keep my promise.

You know that about me, Mike.

I want you and Blue to make the pickup|and bring me back my 30 G's.

- End of story.|- That's f***ed up, man.

Why don't you send Rockie|to collect it, or somebody else?

'Cause I don't wanna send|no-f***in'-body else.

You keep f***in' with me, Blue--

Now, I want you|to view this as a test--

see how you handle yourself|under pressure.

Don't f*** this up. I don't want it|traced back to me. Understand?

- Where?|- Blue Room. 6:00.

You'll recognize the car|when you see it.

Mike.

Don't make me regret this.

That's bullshit.

- Ella, let's go.|- Hold up a second.

- Ow!|- I gotta do somethin' before we go home.

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