Passion Play Page #4

I think that's what he

was trying to say.

He's right.

Come on, come on.

Why?

Why? Because...

You're not happy

anymore.

It's open.

It's a f***ing

hurricane out there.

Yeah.

Whatever.

Yeah.

You look

like sh*t.

Got a smoke?

You remember my cousin

Marvin, the cop?

Yeah.

The one who works down

in Newport Division.

Told me that there's gonna

be a raid in a couple hours.

Around five.

Busting a black and tan joint down on Adams.

So?

Well, I'll tell

you so

a lot of stars, hookers, dope,

you know, whatever

Marvin says that there's

a private club upstairs.

Guess whose

club it is.

Come on, Ricky.

Happy's club.

Oh.

You know what

they do in there?

Dope?

Nope.

Cards?

Nope.

P*ssy. What the f***,

I don't know.

They watch some freak

in a glass box.

Can you believe

that sh*t?

These stiffs are paying Happy a fortune,

to watch some

naked humpback b*tch.

I'm not kidding you.

I mean, f***!

I'm in the wrong line of work.

Caught you, you bad boy.

What are you

doing here?

Oh, I'm a party gal looking

for a good time.

Ricky filled

me in.

Mm-hm.

Nate, why are you

doing this?

I have got to meet

this girl.

Don't you all worry about this bubbly sh*t,

I got the good

stuff right here.

Oh, hello.

Have a drink, sweetheart.

Here we go!

We're gonna go inside and

have a good night tonight, huh?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Here

you go, brother.

- Hey, Dan.

- Thank you, Dan.

Please come in.

Please come in.

Check your coat?

Uh...

Thank you.

Beautiful, isn't she?

Nate, what are

we gonna do?

You're gonna fly.

What?

You can do it.

I can't fly, Nate.

Nate, I can't fly!

The wind is blowing just right,

you can fly.

You can do this,

come on.

Nate, it's not gonna work,

it's not gonna work.

Oh, baby.

What?

I love you.

Get over here.

You'll fall like a brick.

I love you.

Nate!

No!

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