Scramble Page #6

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Nah, there's plenty

of hookers out there.

- That's what makes the world go round, man.

- Hey, guys, guys.

Check this out.

Look at me,

I'm Sandra Dee

The head I give's

worth more...

- Sorry. Jesus.

- No respect for the dead, you.

- Oh, come on, it's funny, bro.

- Oh, man.

I thought it was funny,

whatever.

Sometimes you're funny,

sometimes you're not funny.

They left.

They're gone.

They put the money in the safe.

Did you see the combination?

Of course I didn't see it.

- You didn't see...

- with all that sh*t in there?

We can get Quinn back

and pay back the kid.

Wow, how do you know that?

How do you even know

it's gonna be enough?

Look, I'm a drug dealer. It's

gonna be a little bit harder.

A lot harder.

Yeah, a lot harder.

Oh, don't look over here.

You!

Go, go, go!

Sh*t.

- Safe.

- Safe.

Oh, my god.

Harry?

Oh, you a**hole!

Let's go, sweetheart.

Dom.

Come on, sweetheart.

Hurry up, b*tch.

On your knees.

Do you have a gun on her?

I always knew

you'd come back to me.

Oh, V.

Where did I go so wrong?

I pulled you off the street

when you were 14 years old.

And you relished in it.

Money, power, attention.

You loved it.

- Right, boys?

- Yeah, I agree.

I gave everything to you.

Save it.

And you betrayed me.

You ran off!

Without even a goodbye.

That hurt.

You cut me to the core.

You hurt my heart.

Your heart died

the moment you were born, dom.

You didn't used to think so.

You used to say,

"I love you, dom."

"Take me to the movies, dom."

"Let's go out and eat, dom."

This is called

Stockholm syndrome, a**hole.

Why are you so ungrateful?

You served me to him

on a silver platter.

Let's talk about loyalty.

Let's talk about kindness.

Let's talk about ungrateful.

I'm loyal...

Except when those

loyalties conflict.

You just stopped

being a novelty.

Go to hell.

Oh, it's so good

to have you back, V.

Take her away, boys,

take her away.

Get up, b*tch.

Come on!

I'll see you later.

Are you gonna tell me how you

ended up in the trunk, harry?

It's complicated.

What, you think that I'm

too dumb to handle it, huh?

Of course not.

Jesus Christ!

Did you come back for me?

No.

Of course not.

She left you, didn't she?

Oh, my god, you guys

ran off together

and then she got

sick of you, right?

Will you please

pull the car over?

She'd had it with you.

Just stop!

What has she

got that I don't got?

Pull the f***ing

car over, Sylvia!

No! It's not Sylvia anymore.

- My name's London now.

- Oh, lay the f*** off!

You keep talking to me like that,

I swear to god I'll crash this car

into a tree, okay, harry?

- Oh, you stupid...

- What are you f***ing doing?

Pull the car over!

Jesus, harry!

I'm sorry for what happened.

I didn't mean

to cause you any pain.

Which part was not meant

to cause me any pain?

Was it leaving me for her?

Or was it not caring enough

about me to save me, too?

Both?

Well, I'm fine, okay?

Let me drive, please.

Why should I, harry?

Because V's in trouble.

Let that b*tch rot.

For me?

Fine.

I'll drop you somewhere.

No, I'm gonna...

I'm going with you.

No, you can't.

Why the hell not?

Because V's at cherry street.

What?

I'll drop you at a gas station

and get you an Uber.

A gas station, an Uber?

What are you...

oh, Sylvia, I don't

have time for this sh*t.

It's London, all right?

And, and, let me go with you.

- I need to go with you.

- You can't.

What if you need my help?

What if you need my help?

What if you need

a getaway driver?

What if you need a

getaway driver? Come on!

Please, harry, please.

All right.

All right.

Hello, V.

Welcome back to paradise.

Ivy.

Bad girl.

It's all there, man.

You sure about this?

Frank, I can buy

89 inch magnum HDTV

with a chromecast and led,

and still got enough money

to get a new car with this.

You see this, man?

- This is real gold.

- Yeah.

Look, I figure

I'll sell some of these,

when we pay the kid...

man, we'll be Scot free

with some extra money

in our pocket.

Give that to dom, we'll be

done with all this, man.

Did I ever tell you...

did I ever tell you

that I love you, man?

That I love you?

I do.

You know,

you creeping me out, man.

Let's go save Quinn.

Quinn, here we come!

Something for the road.

Wait.

It's go time, ladies.

Let's go!

Come on, frank, pick up.

We're here.

Hey, muscles.

Long time, no see, harry.

Back for more?

Die, motherf***er!

Bacon, I thought I told you

to leave us the f*** alone.

Bacon can't come

to the phone right now.

I doubt he ever will.

Huh.

You mind if I finish

this last brushstroke?

Be my guest.

It's the most important one.

Little to the left, Hamish.

Don't shoot him.

He's just a boy.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

This might be it.

Might be my masterpiece.

Where is she?

Where do you think?

- Harry the hand.

- Don't call me that.

Why not?

Best backhand

north of the equator.

How many women did you put in

the hospital with that backhand?

Enough.

Oh.

Am I sensing remorse?

Even you should know

we can't change the past.

We can't make it

what we want it to be.

She would have loved

to see you die.

I'm not the bad guy.

Keep telling yourself that.

F***, this is from mars, bro.

This is f***ing

not even earthly.

What's up, kids?

Oh, holy sh*t!

I feel like I'm looking

at a ghost right now.

Lester.

Please take Quinn to the vault.

Make sure she's safe.

With pleasure, sir.

I gotta reunite

with an old friend.

Hello, V. When did

you get back into town?

You know,

I really gotta call dom.

I gotta thank him for this...

this unbelievable surprise.

Sh*t, this calls

for a celebration.

- Black Jesus.

- Yes.

Get the f***ing

mimosas out, baby!

Here, take a hit, break.

I'm good.

I insist.

- You f***ing serious?

- I'm dead serious.

This is a party,

and I wanna celebrate.

There you go.

Knock yourself out, baby.

You like that?

Black Jesus gave this to me.

Yes!

What the f***?

Oh, my god.

- Dom.

- Oh, Frankie.

Not the last person

I wanted to see before I died.

But I guess it's not

my lucky day.

Dom, where is she?

You just missed her.

Guess it's not

your lucky day, either.

Dom, where's Quinn?

Where the f*** is she?

Long gone.

Dom.

Dom!

Dom, where is Quinn?

Look, we gotta get out of here.

We gotta go, come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Don't shoot, don't shoot!

- Rick.

- Jesus.

- What are you doing?

- Do you check your damn phone?

- No.

- She's at the kid's!

- What?

- Go look for yourself.

In the trunk, go look!

Holy sh*t.

Damn, Jennie.

Call me an ambulance!

Let's get Quinn.

Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute!

Where you going?

In you go, love.

No!

Everything going

all right in there?

See for yourself, sir.

Excellent work, Lester.

Excellent work.

Oh, two beauties

for the price of one.

Quinn, so good

to finally meet you.

Let her go.

Now you.

Let's get started

on you, V, shall we?

You will be

my biggest conquest yet.

Fertelli's little pet.

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