Once in the Life Page #11

kill me, Tony. Tony. Tony,

don't kill me. No me mates, man.

No me mates. Tony. Get up. Huh? Get the f***

up, Mike. I don't even know

why I'm doing this, but... Because I'm your boy. Too much crime, too much time.

Too much time. Mike... What the f*** am I going

to say to Manny? Hey, hey.

Come on. Come on. Come on, Tony.

You'll think of something. You'll think

of something, man. You're smart. Are we going

to do this? Mm-hmm? We're going to do

this right now, Mike. Ok. Ok.

Do-or-die time, right? Right.

Ok. Do-or-die time. In all these years

I've known you, you ain't never

laughed at my sh*t, and my sh*t

is funny. According to you. That--that police,

po-lice... That's funny sh*t. Then why didn't

I laugh? You know, there's

funny, and there's... You. Oh, man. Yo, Mike. [Speaks spanish] Take care

of yourself, man. Hell, yeah. Listen, Tony,

you give precious a big hug

from Uncle Mikey, ok? Yeah. He was not funny.

I'm funny. Are--are we being

a little sensitive? No. Come on, now. Did he hurt your

feelings, ruffy? You hurt my feelings. I'm funny. You got a--

please. That sh*t was funny,

what I said. [Cell phone ringing] Come on, motherf***er.

Answer the phone. [Cell phone ringing] All right. Mike: Oh, sh*t! Mike? Yeah? You all right? Yeah, yeah.

I'm ok. What happened? I thought I saw

a f***ing rat, man. All aboard

for the night train. Mike, it's

do-or-die time, man. What are you

going to do? I'm going to try

to go out a back window

on another floor. Hold up a minute,

Mike. You almost forgot

your piece, man. Tony. Thanks a lot,

bro. Goddamn, man. [Gunshot] [Gunshot] Tony. Take that

with you, baby. Knock knock. Oh, isn't that

precious? First degree, baby. First degree. Tony on cell

phone:
Manny. Tony. You got it? Yeah. I got it. All of it? I said it's done. Very nice, Tony. Tony, voice-over:

And that's the tale that I tell from my prison cell, sitting here on my bed. Murder one, possession of a gun, and, yeah, I shot

that stinking b*tch dead. trimark pictures [rap music playing] Home is where we go to pick up the pieces once again home is where we go to pick up the pieces once again my eyes, softly they weep they have seen but one

too many days my heart is ever so weary though it would not

know love anyway anyway anyway home is where we go to pick up the pieces

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