Never Die Alone Page #5

I hated this feeling|that I had for Juanita.

It made me feel like I was--|like I was weak.

We couldn't have that.

They say revenge|is a dish best served cold.

I was about to take my sh*t|right out the motherfuckin' freezer.

B*tch thought she was gonna|get by without me...

she'd be thinking again real soon.

Might as well call me|a broken-down trick.

Using me for my money, then telling me|a quarter mil ain't good enough.

A quarter mil's always good.!

It was good then, and it's|sure in hell still good now.

It was good then,|and it's sure in hell still good now.

It was good then,|and it's sure in hell still good now.

Still good now.|Still good now. Still good now.

- Don't shoot. I give you--|- Shut up. Shut up. All I need is a ride.

Get in.

Just keep drivin'.

Whoa. Stop the car.|Stop the car.

Back up.

Slowly.

Right here, right here,|right here.

- Why was the tiger scared of the movie?|- Why?

It was rated ''R-R-R-R.''

- That's some funny sh*t.|- Oh, yeah.

Come here.

- What do you say?|- Thank you, daddy.

That's right, baby.|Now give your sister some.

Come on, baby.

But don't drop it. What the f***?

What the f*** did you do?|Goddamn it!

Oh, sh*t. Get my phone.

Sh*t.

Hello?

Motherfuckers hung up.

A'ight, b*tch.|Tell me another joke.

Mike. Son.

- Yeah.|- Hey, Moon.

We spotted the white boy|at the garage.

We followed him north|on Fifth Street.

Responsibility. Redemption.

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

Tuesday. Moving day.

It didn't have to come to this,|but the b*tch left me no choice.

Three months|of planning had finally paid off.

Unfortunately, a little too well.

You bastard! Why haven't you|been returning my calls?

I went out of town, man.|I didn't tell you?

No, you didn't tell me.|Aren't you gonna open the door?

- Not if you continue in that tone of voice, I won't.|- Open the f***ing door!

- Try asking nicely.|- Please.

So what seems to be the problem?

You know damn well what the problem is.|You did this to me.

I did this to you? I didn't put a gun|to your head and make you sniff no coke.

You didn't give me coke,|you f***er. You gave me heroin!

That's right. I did.

So what do you want me to do?

Baby, I just need a fix.

Look, just for the day, okay? You know,|just to get me through it. Please?

- Right.|- Just one, okay?

Yeah. But you know|us small-timers.

You know, we gots|to watch every penny...

and, um, it don't look|like you have a penny.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

She was right.

I did do this to her,|and I was enjoying it.

Funny sh*t was,|I still loved her.

Maybe more now than ever...

because I finally|felt needed, appreciated.

Come on back. Anytime.

Juanita got more|strung out than I ever could have imagined.

B*tch started shooting right away.

Most girls are scared of needles.|Keeps 'em from getting out of control.

Not Juanita.|Turns out she was diabetic.

For her, sticking herself was like brushing|her teeth or going to the bathroom.

Don't take a rocket scientist|to figure out that eventually...

something had to give.

They bought two.

- Yeah?|- I-- I need help.

Look, there's a clinic up north.|It's the best in the state...

and I wanna check myself in.

But it's expensive.|It's 1 0,000 a month.

And I know it's a lot of money,|but I need this.

You have to help me.|If you don't, I'll go to the police.

One thing b*tches don't realize...

is that they should never|joke about the police.

Breaking a man's heart is one thing, but|f***ing with his livelihood is something else.

I knew you'd see things my way.|I'll meet you at 8:00.

I wonder how she|felt inside after hanging up that phone.

What was on her mind?|Like the sunset that day.

Do you think it occurred to her|for a split second...

that it was the last one|she was ever gonna see?

You know that thing|Yogi Berra used to say..

"Dja vu all over again."

Might as well|have been talking about me.

Here I am trying to resolve|things with Juanita...

Here I am trying to resolve|things with Juanita...

and it's just like the mess|I'd gotten myself into...

the day I left the East Coast--|that sh*t with Edna.

I mean it, King. I need money.

For what? So you can shoot it|in your f***ing veins?

I told you. I-I'm clean now.

- Six weeks.|- I've heard that one before.

No, you think I like|asking you for money?

There's no food in the house.

The kids need clothes for school.

You know, you owe this to me.

I-- I'll go to the police.

Oh, wait a minute, wait|a minute, wait a minute.

Don't do that.

I'll be right over.

Edna.

Yeah, I used to run around|with her back in the day.

Bad-ass b*tch 'fore that junk|got hold of her.

Somehow she got it in her head|that I was the father of her boy...

and conveniently waited till now,|10 motherfuckin' years after the fact...

to break the news to me.

Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn't.

But she wasn't gonna do her kids|any good if she was still usin;..

and I sure in hell wasn't gonna|do 'em any good rottin' in a jail cell.

So I decided to give her a test|to see if she was on the level.

Well, aren't you gonna let me in?

- I'm glad you came.|- So am I.

I'm sure we can, uh,|work this thing out.

- Got somethin' to drink?|- Go ahead. Help yourself.

Ain't got nothin' to eat|in this motherf***er.

Do you mind? I don't want|to eat you out of house and home.

Damn!

It's hotter'n|a motherf***er out there.

David, I need help.

Come on, baby.|You ain't gots to be like that with me.

Come here.

Come here.

What the f*** is wrong with you,|threatening to call the police on me, b*tch?

Must be out your motherfuckin' mind!

Leave her alone!

Get the f*** outta here!

Leave him alone!

Look at you.

This what you want|the money for?

You better enjoy it.

It's the last thing|you're gettin' from me, boo.

Get the f*** outta my way!

Didn't stick around long enough|to see if she ever did pass that test.

What I did was hit the airport.|Got me a one-way to L.A.

Mom!

Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!

Mommy.! Mommy.! Mommy.!

Aren't you gonna let me in?

Dja vu all over again.

I drifted around|for a while, duckin' the law.

Worked my way east|from small town to small town.

Something was calling me back.|I missed my home.

Plus it's hard livin' on the run,|especially when you realize it's your fault...

gettin' yourself stuck in the same sort of|f***ed-up situation you ran away from 10 years ago.

The Lord takes care of fools and babies,|and I've never been either one.

So I'm back, and it's time for King to put|things right, face up to my responsibilities--

to Moon, to Edna's boy, to myself.

Responsibility. Redemption.

In order to be truly redeemed,|a man has to--

Get out the car.!|Get out the motherfuckin' car, white boy.!

Get out the motherfuckin' car!|Get out the car now!

- Okay.|- Do it now.!

- Get out the car!|- Please don't kill me!

Motherf***er, I'm gonna count to three.

One, two, three.

Don't come near me!|I'll kill you! I mean it!

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