Never Die Alone Page #2

- Get in the car!|- Damn!

What the hell|crawled up his ass?

Yo, just be quiet and do|as you're told, a'ight?

You want a refill, college boy?

I do have a name, you know?|It's Paul.

Whatever. You want another drink,|or what? It's paid for.

- What's that guy's story anyway?|- Who, King David?

Sh*t.

Just look up ''back-stabbin' cocksucker''|in the dictionary.

It'll tell ya everything|you need to know.

- Cheers.|- Cheers.

Let me handle this. You ain't in the right|state of mind to deal with this.

No. We gonna handle this. We gonna|do this just like Moon said we gonna do it.

No. We gonna do this like|I'm sayin' we gonna do this.

Just stay in the car and let me|take care of this, a'ight?

- Mike, tell me what's goin' on.|- Yo, Ella, this ain't the time right now.

- I wasn't askin' you, Blue.|- Don't get f***in' smart!

Man, what the hell is wrong with you?

That's it, man. You stayin'.

I'm sorry. All right?

I'm sorry.

- You King?|- Do I look like Prince, motherf***er?

Let's get this sh*t over with, man.

- Here it is. 1 5,000.|- Moon said you owe 30, man.

He did? Ha!|I'm just f***in' with you.

Never can be too sure.

- You ain't gotta count it. I said it's all there.|- Don't tell me what to do.

You stiffed Moon, not me. Lucky|he even takin' your motherfuckin' money.

Most n*ggers cross him|won't even get that chance.

At least count it in the car, man.

- What, you goin' campin' or somethin'?|- Excuse me?

You see a brother in that getup,|look like he's goin' campin'.

That's the problem with you young motherfuckers|nowadays. You don't know how to dress.

What you need to do is take some|of that money that you're gettin'...

go down to Canal Street, get you|a chink tailor, make you a nice suit.

'Cause, see, the women, they appreciate|a man who knows how to dress.

Thanks for the tip, man.|I'm gonna give you one though.

I advise you get the f*** outta Dodge|and stay that way.

- Unless you want more trouble. Understand what I'm sayin'?|- I'm not in the habit...

of takin' advice from Grizzly|Adams-lookin' motherfuckers.

Take your ass back to the motherfuckin'|woods and start a campfire or somethin'.

Go on now.|Excuse my back.

You still wanna wax this motherf***er,|man? 'Cause I got a plan.

Hey, girlfriend.|Where you headed?

Whassup?|Where you headed?

- How old are you anyway?|- Old enough.

So, uh, where you headed?

Heaven, baby.

- Do you wanna go?|- Maybe.

Get out the f***in' car.!|Get out the motherfuckin'car.!

- Sh*t, Grizzly! What the f*** you go and do that for?|- Get out the motherfuckin' car!

- Shut up.! Get out the car.!|- All right. Hold your horses.

Look at this sh*t. You know|what this gonna cost to fix?

- Shut the f*** up!|- Hey,yo, man.!

Hey, Scarface.|Tell your boy to chill.

- I'm sure we can work this out.|- What'd you call me?

I'm just admirin'|your beauty mark, boy.

You're a regular Tony Montana,|ain't you?

- Do you know who I am?|- If that was your b*tch, she came on to me.

I'm askin' you a question.|Do you know who the f*** I am?

N*gger, do you?

- Gotcha, motherf***er! Gotcha!|- Let's go, Mike! We got company, man.

What the fu--

Get in! Come on!

Open the door.! Open the door.!

Hey!

Hey. Somebody call 91 1 !

Don't let me die alone, mister.

I got money. I can pay you.

Just don't let me die in the gutter.

Sh*t!

They what?|Motherf***er! Goddamn it!

All right.Jasper--|No. No, no, no, no. I appreciate it.

I apologize to you right now for|any heat that might come down on you.

Now tell me. What about David?|What about David?

Where the f*** is he?|Who seen him?

What the f*** did they do|when they went there?

- Huh? Hold on, hold on.|- Mike's on the line.

- Who's this?|- Mike's on the line?

Jasper, let me hit you right back.

- F***! Mike!|- It-It's Blue, a'ight?

He's hurt real bad.|Real bad.

- F***!|- I f***ed up. I know. But we gotta get him to a doctor.

- Stupid motherfuck!|- Moon! Moon, you still there?

- Moon!|- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Listen to me, Mike.|We can't take any more chances.

Where are you right now?

Uh, 1 1 8 and, uh--|1 1 8 and Third.

There's a parking garage|on 1 27 th.

Tell the owner that I sent you.

Drive in the back,|park your car in the back.

- You got that?|- Yeah. Yeah.

I'm-a have some of my boys|bring over a clean car...

and-and we gonna take Blue|to the hospital.

- Are you clear on that, Mike?|- Yes. Yes.

Is there anybody else|in the car with you besides Blue?

- No.|- Mike, listen to me.

You did good, baby.|You did good. Sh*t like this happens.

You know how I take care|of our family, take care of my own.

I'm just glad you came to me first.

- Calm down and get to the garage.|- All right. Thanks.

Mike? Are you sure|you can trust him?

He's all we got right now,|all right? Just drive.

Jesus Christ.

Sh*t.|Goddamn Mike.

Now I gotta worry about|the f***in' cops again.

Hit the f***in' button.|Hit the button.

- Red, Alvin.|- Yo, boss. What's up?

I got a job for ya.

It's not fair...|after all I've been through...

everything I've done.

- It can't end like this.|- Save your strength.

Talkin;|It helps ease the pain.

It's all I have left.

I'm not gonna make it.

- Just leave me here.|- You're gonna be okay.

I'm gonna take you to the hospital,|and I'm gonna stay there...

as long as I need to|until I'm sure you're okay.

Brothers see each others|buying it every day in the street.

No one lifts a finger.

White boy like you comes along,|saves my life.

It's crazy.

Help! Help! I've got a man|hurt real bad in here!

- Whoa. Whoa, whoa.|- Come on, help!

I got a son, you know,|I never knew.

Maybe you could find him.

Tell him his old man|was a warrior.

- Sir, you can't go any further.

Oh, my God.

- You should take off.|- I'm not leaving you.

Oh, God.

Hold on, dog, all right?

Here they come.

Stay with him.

No!

Baby, girl.|Oh, God! Jesus!

Oh, God. I got you.|I got you. I got you.

Shh. I got you.|Oh,Jes-- I got you.

I got you. I got you.

You gonna be all right.|You gonna be all right. I got you.

I got-- I ain't goin' nowhere.

Don't leave me. No, don't--

Don't leave. Don't leave! No!

Oh! No!

Ella.

Ella, don't leave me.

Don't leave me! Oh, God!

- Mr. Paskoff?|- Yeah.

He didn't make it.|I'm sorry.

Well, uh, I guess we... tried.

That should be worth somethin'.

Yes. Look, if you'll come with me, sir.

There are some formalities|we have to go over.

- ''Formalities''?|- Yeah.Just a couple of questions we have.

Like I told you before,|I didn't know the man.

- I just gave him a ride.|- Really? Come with me.

Do you know if he had|any immediate family?

He did mention that he had a son.

Well, he decided to make you|his beneficiary.

What's up?

I admit it seems strange to me too,|but he was insistent on this point.

- I didn't know this man, so--|- Don't get too upset.

It would appear to me that you've|made out very well in this transaction.

Pink slip to his car.|He signed it over to you.

- He left me his car?|- And that's not all.

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