Pawn Shop Chronicles Page #4

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Richard!

Say there, missy.

Carlee, I don't suppose that you

noticed that I was in town.

I'm doing a tribute

show to the King

down at the county

fair later on.

Big news story about

it and everything.

Gonna be on the news

later on this afternoon.

Even put a poster in the window.

You should check it out.

It's against the rules.

Management.

Say, I was wondering if maybe

you would perhaps be interested

in trading a little lunch

for a pair of front-row tickets.

I don't go to the fair.

And we only take

cash for food here.

Hmm.

How 'bout just a couple

scrambled eggs for the tickets?

We only take cash here, mister.

You are gonna pay for

that coffee, right?

- How 'bout the tickets for the coffee?

- It's $1.20.

Um, I'm about 16

cents short here.

How 'bout you take that

and the two tickets?

You can keep 'em, honey.

I can't take this sh*t no more.

Theresa, hey. Baby,

where are you going?

Hey there. Hey there. Hey there.

Come on, now. What's

your problem?

- What's your problem?

- I can't live like this anymore, Ricky.

Shug, what's the matter?

We're traveling around.

We're seeing new places.

We're rocking it

out to the King.

The places we travel ain't

nowhere I wanna see.

We're broke, hungry,

your car smells like

sh*t for some reason,

and I'm tired of it.

All right, first of all, I do

not know what that smell is.

And second of all..

This is me, baby.

I'm living the life of the King.

And I ain't giving

it up for no one.

You ain't living the

life of the King.

You don't have his

money, his voice,

or his looks.

Well, there is one

thing that I do have.

And what's that?

Skin without worms

crawling through it.

I'm sorry, King.

Forgive me.

It was my jealousy.

Hold my hand. Help me.

- King..

- I'm outta here, Ricky.

Outta here? Where are you going?

You're 200 miles from

anywhere near anywhere..

I can get around anywhere I'm at

because I got one

thing you don't.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

A p*ssy.

Can't argue with that.

Fine.

Go on. Get outta here.

You're making a big mistake!

I'll be at the Ramada

Express in no time flat.

They said they'd love

to have me back.

That was eight years ago, Ricky.

They didn't say when!

Hello, sir.

Is your soul saved?

F*** off.

I really gotta work

on my approach.

I'm looking for J.J.

He's in the back. I'll let

him know you're out here.

- Don't bother.

- Hey.

You can't go back there.

Hey!

I said you can't go back there.

Ooh!

Who's J.J.?

- You J.J.?

- Yeah. Who the hell are you?

I told him he couldn't

come back here.

Where'd you get this ring?

What, you a cop?

No.

Then f*** off.

I asked you nicely.

Get off me! Get off me!

The ring.. you gonna tell

me where you got it?

F*** you!

You're gonna tell me..

Where.. you got it.

- No!

- Two choices:

tell me where you got

the ring, or die.

Okay, okay. It was my uncle.

I stole it from my uncle.

- Your uncle?

- Yeah.

Who is he and where

do I find him?

His name is Ben Thomason.

He lives about a

mile off the highway

on Ivy Street in a gray house

next to a purple house.

- Can I help you with your bags?

- Jesus Christ!

You scared the piss outta me.

Who are you?

That's not important.

What's important is..

Where did you get this?

My ring.

That's mine. Where'd you get it?

I asked you first.

That's none of your

damn business.

Someone stole it from

me and I want it back.

Well, I'm afraid you

can't have it back.

Somebody stole it from me first.

Now, you wanna tell me

where you got this ring?

You wanna tell me

where you got it?

This is my damn house.

You don't just show up

demanding sh*t around here.

All right, how about this?

I'll tell you where I got it

and then you tell me

where you got it.

Deal?

Deal.

Like I said,

this ring was taken from

me a long time ago.

But where I got it today

was in a pawn shop.

Your nephew sold it there

after he stole it from you.

J.J.?

I f***ing knew it.

Oh, that little b*tch.

All right, your turn.

I won it in a poker

game about a year ago.

Really? From who?

Johnny Shaw.

What can you tell me about him?

He's a good guy.

Gets his haircut at Doc's,

so he's okay by me.

Where does he live?

I answered the question. I

told you where I got the ring.

That was the deal.

I ain't gonna start

giving out information

to some guy who just

pops up at my house.

Now give me the damn ring.

I don't think so.

It's mine.

No, it was my ring first.

And I'm not leaving here

until you tell me where I

can find this Johnny Shaw.

No.

No, you ain't leaving here

until you give me

back my damn ring.

So I guess it's gonna

get ugly, then.

Oh, I reckon.

Okay, you son of a b*tch..

Last chance.

Where's Johnny?

F*** you.

F*** you!

Stubborn son of a b*tch.

Lives by day and

is the King by night.

- Hi.

- Meet Ricky Baldoski..

I'm just living the

dream here, you know.

Okay, you can hold it.

You know..

Just living the dream

and traveling around.

You know, uh,

see people, go places,

like, just rocking it out..

There we go.

There you are, Johnny.

Some of your big

influences are, Ricky.

Well, definitely. The King,

um, King and the King.

- KKK all the way.

- You can catch Ricky..

- Wait, no..

- ..This weekend

performing his tribute

performance to the King.

I'd like to just say

God bless America!

Irwin County Fair.

Back to you, Michael.

Johnny.

- Yes, Johnny.

- Yes, Johnny.

- Johnny, please give it to me.

- Yes, Johnny.

- Yeah.

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Yes.

Oh, yes, Johnny. Oh, yeah.

Just like that.

- Smile, Cyndi.

- Stop, I look terrible.

You always look beautiful.

Come on, Cyndi. Do one more.

How you doing, player?

I've been better.

I bet you have.

You wanna put it away, Johnny?

You like to go fishing, do you?

When I get the time.

You, uh..

You wanna tell me why

you're in my house

with a gun pointed at my head?

You wanna tell me where

you got this ring?

I ain't never seen it before.

Really?

Well..

I hear you lost it

in a poker game.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

You don't know what

I'm talking about?

Well, there's a

picture of my wife..

The woman I gave this ring to,

on your refrigerator.

You don't know what

I'm talking about?

Say you don't know what I'm talking

about again, motherf***er.

- Please..

- Say it! Go ahead and f***ing say it!

- Pl.. please.

- Shut up!

You wanna tell me

the truth, Johnny?

I.. I found a pocketbook.

The ring was in it.

That's all I know.

And the picture?

Was that in the pocketbook, too?

Yeah.

And you decided to just

hang it up on your fridge?

Look, I don't know any more.

I found it. The picture was

pretty, so I hung it up.

I can't tell you nothing more.

Look, if you don't believe me,

you can just go

ahead and kill me.

I'm gonna kill you, Johnny.

Just how long it

takes..that's up to you.

What the hell

did you do to me?

Sometimes a picture really

is worth a thousand words.

Shh.

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