Never Die Alone Page #4

Whatever.

You'll see.

Oh, yeah. She'd definitely see.

- We're closed, man.|- Come on, man. My window's busted.

- You're the only garage around.|- Sorry.

- I'll make it worth your while.|- Okay.

I'll get you a ticket.

What's the password?

Put that thing down, man.|Mike, Moon's not here.

- Where is he?|- Don't go out like that, my brother.

Mike, me and you'll|work somethin' out.

What we gonna work out, Rock?

Ella's gone.

She's gone?

Where is he?

I pretty much burned through|the stash I copped from Moon.

Those entertainment types|in L.A. are fiends. Who knew?

It was a good ride.

I cleared 25 G's easy.

But if I was to keep this sh*t goin;|I needed to do some re-in'up...

make myself|a West Coast connection.

Easier said than done.

Who could've guessed that|a two-bit chump like Moon...

would have better dope|than anybody in L.A.?

I guess the real junkies-- the ones|who know their sh*t--are all back East.

They scared of the sunshine.|Way I see it, though...

that means a golden opportunity|for anybody out here...

who could provide some quality sh*t.

Yep. Ain't no doubt about it.

Heroin is definitely an industry|with some serious growth potential...

and I planned to invest heavily.

Eventually I hooked up with some|Vietnamese cats out in Alhambra.

I hear brothers screamin' all the time|about ''dirty gook motherfuckers. ''

Say what you want, them motherfuckers|know how to conduct business.

Janet could've learned a thing or two|about a thing or two from them.

For real.

- Just a minute.|- No. Now!

This is David. Leave it.

David, it's me. I don't|give a f*** where you are.

Please. I--|It's a f***ing emergency.

I ran out, okay?|So, please--

I really need you, okay?

So call me back.

- You know the b*tch lost her job...|- Sorry.

right before the third season.

Had the nerve to blame me, like|I had somethin' to do with that sh*t.

And me, I wound up losin' interest.

She found herself a new job.|Paid the bills.

Left me with time to focus...|on other things.

I'd offer to buy you a drink,|but you probably get 'em on the house.

Gee, I, uh-- I've never|heard that one before.

- So, what's your name, girl?|- Busy.

- Oh! I'm so sorry.|- Don't worry about it.

It's only vodka. It won't stain.

- So, what's your name?|- Look, I'm sorry. I'm really busy.

Lookin' as good as you do,|I just wanna know your name.

- Juanita.|- Pretty name.

I'm David.|Friends call me ''King.''

Oh, well, let me guess.|You're lookin' for a queen?

You don't cut a brother no slack, do you?

Well, you know, we meet|a lot of creeps in here.

Look, sorry again about your drink.

How about you make it up to me by letting|me take you out to dinner this weekend?

I can't. I'm studyin'.

Oh, college girl.|Should've guessed.

You don't really fit in|with this crowd.

- How about next weekend?|- Midterms.

- Can I call?|- I'll tell you what.

I'm workin' next Thursday. Come back|and ask me then, and we'll see.

- Okay?|- I'll do that.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

She was everything a man could want--

beautiful, intelligent, uncorrupted.

I promised myself right then and there...

she'd be mine.

I'll be right back.|I gotta hit the head.

Sh*t.

Who the f*** is this?

No. It's okay,Jasper.|You didn't know.

What's goin' on?

Now slow down.|Slow down.

Give it to me again.

I'm on it. It's all good.

Okay.

Give me a second.|This is business, okay?

Yeah.

- Yo, Larry. You at Mike's?|- Uh-huh.

- Did he show?|- No. No sign of him.

Go down to the Blue Room. That|white boy's there. Make him disappear.

- The Blue Room?|- Yeah.

A'ight.

Daddy, take this cold wind|from me.

This is on the house, honey.

Don't go nowhere.|I'll be right back.

Wait.! Wait.!

- There she is!|- Hi!

Hmm! You already missed him.|Nice goin'.

- Where the f*** did he go?|- How the hell should I know?

But considerin' he's the only|white boy around here...

and he's drivin' around|in a pimped-out Stutz...

he shouldn't be|that f***in' hard to find.

Thursday came...

and not a moment too soon.

Operation Juanita was in full effect.

Again? Girl, who they from?

- Shh!|- What does it say?

After I finish this semester,|I plan to stay on...

and get my graduate's degree in social work--|you know, help out disadvantaged children.

It's important to give back,|you know?

I think we should check the car.

- You might have left your halo in the backseat.|- Are you makin' fun of me now?

You're not like any other girl|I've ever dated before.

You're a strong sister.|Ambitious.

- But I know what your weakness is.|- Really?

Okay, well, I'm all ears.

Same thing make you laugh|will make you cry.

Your strength...|is your weakness.

Turns out|that wasn't her only one.

Sh*t.

David!

- Can I try some?|- Sure.

Guess they ain't a b*tch alive...

who don't like a little coke|every now and then.

Makes 'em kinda freaky too.

Truth be told,|they were freaks to begin with.

- What's this?|- I think it's about time you got your own place.

You're breakin' up with me?

David--

You gonna help, or you gonna stand|here talkin' about ''David, David.''

- What's her name?|- Does it matter?

She movin' in here with you?

You know, I haven't asked her yet,|but I'm hopin' she will.

You must really like her.

Guess I can't say|I didn't see this coming.

Look, it's not like I'm firing you.

You're a smart girl|and a damned good worker.

You got a job as long as you want.

Great.

You're a real motherfuckin' saint.

- Oh, Mom doesn't drink.|- Sorry about that.

To the most beautiful member|of the graduating class.

So what line of work did you say|you were in again, Mr., uh--

David. My friends call me David.

Um, various investments|around town.

I'd have to say my primary source|of income would be exporting.

- Hmm.|- I have to go to the little girls' room.

Excuse me.

I think we should move in together.

You're kidding, right?

Do I sound like I'm kidding?

I can't move in with you, David.

Why not?

I don't approve of your lifestyle.

I don't recall you complaining when you were|snorting up everything in front of you.

- You're missing the point.|- Check it.

I got, like, 150 grand saved up.

Pump it up to, like, 250,|get a house in the country...

just get away from all this sh*t.

Baby, you're small-time,|and you always will be.

You think a quarter of a mil|is enough to retire on?

A quarter of a mil ain't sh*t!

Did I hurt your feelings?

Look. I'm just tryin'|to be honest with you.

Baby, look at me.

Look at me.

Now, I like partying with you...

and I love f***ing you.

But that's where it ends.

Now, why turn it into|something that it's not?

Let's just have fun while it lasts.

Okay?

Yeah, we'll do that...

while it lasts.

She had me wrapped|around her little finger, and she knew it.

I used to laugh when I heard|n*ggers talk about bein' in love.

Even writin' the word makes me|feel helpless, but it's true.

I'd never felt this way about another|person in my life, except my mother.

And I didn't like it. I mean this|from the bottom of my heart.

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