Shovel Buddies Page #4

Sammy's dead, motherf***er!

What he wants

doesn't matter anymore.

It doesn't f***ing matter!

Don't you get that?

Where the f*** is Kate and lump?

Where are they, Jimmy?

They leave you too, huh?

Well, f***, man, you spend

half the f***ing time

worrying about

the alive motherfuckers

instead of the dead ones,

you'd probably have

a lot more friends.

You'd probably get a lot

more p*ssy too.

Remember when me, you,

and Sammy were friends?

Well, guess what.

I barely f***ing can anymore.

So choke on that, dick.

You take care of the dead kid.

I'll go find the alive ones,

all right?

I'm gonna put my arm

around your girl.

I'll take care of

your f***ing brother too,

just like I took care of Sammy

when he was alive!

F***!

I wanted to be there for you.

We've got to stay out of sight.

Hey, homey, you lost?

No.

What's wrong with

your friend over here?

- Don't f***ing touch him!

- Hey, hey.

Hey, calm down. Relax.

Just let me go.

You need some help, homey?

F*** off.

This kid's definitely lost.

What's a little white boy

like you and his dah-dah-dahs

doing downtown anyway, huh?

None of your f***ing business.

Ohh.

You gonna let this b*tch

talk to you like that?

Who the f*** does

he think he is?

Dude, look at this

crazy-ass white boy

talking to his drunk-ass friend.

Don't f***ing talk

to him like that.

The f*** you gonna do?

- Ah!

- Five-o! Bounce!

Get in the car.

I'm sorry.

Sorry?

Do you have any idea how

much trouble you're in, huh?

What a f***ing mess this is?

How does something

like this happen?

- I don't know.

- You don't know.

Jesus Christ, Jimmy.

I have known

you your entire life,

and this is the dumbest,

most dangerous thing

you've ever done,

so you cannot sit here

and tell me

that you do not know.

I should've been there

at the end.

That's why he sent me

the message.

I owed him.

Now that he's gone, there's...

There's nothing I can do

to make it up to him.

Jimmy, this message that

you're killing yourselves over,

maybe he didn't send it,

because in the end,

he knew that you

didn't owe him anything.

What were you planning

on doing with his body?

We were gonna take him

to the new stadium.

We thought that's where

he'd want to be,

in his Jersey,

finally in the game.

Oh.

That is so...

Stupid.

We did so much crazy stuff

when Sammy was alive.

I didn't think this was

gonna be any different.

Yeah, I don't even want to know.

Sammy came up

with most of the ideas.

Yeah, that kid made me laugh.

I think you're wrong

about Sammy's message.

Jimmy...

Sammy wanted to send

the message,

but he never got a chance.

He knew something like this

would bring us all together.

And I can't think

of a better way for him

to go out than getting us

all in trouble again.

This whole time

we were trying to figure out

what to do for Sammy, but...

This is really about Sammy

doing something for us.

- No intoxication?

- As of right now, no.

- And how many were there?

- Two.

- Hey, guys.

- Hold on.

- Hey, come here.

- Sir?

All right, over here.

I want tape

along the perimeter here.

See that corner over there?

- Got it.

- I want that covered.

- Down here as well.

- Got it.

Are you serious?

My dad's standing right there.

Your dad's the one

who brought me.

Come on. Let's go.

Should we follow them?

Let them go.

We're almost there.

Keep your eyes peeled.

For what?

For that.

You want a ride?

F*** you.

I can't do this without you.

Then why'd you

f***ing try, Jimmy?

I'm an idiot.

No sh*t.

All right, you're also

a huge piece of sh*t

who made us each commit,

like, a dozen f***ing crimes.

You crashed your dad's car,

and you broke

your brother's arm.

Sammy wanted you here.

I know.

It's just good to know

that you know.

Plus, I've always wanted

to ride in an ambulance.

I'm sorry I f***ed up so much.

If you want to bail,

this is the time.

We've already followed

your dumb ass this far.

Yeah, how much worse can it get?

You should all hate me.

We kind of do.

Yeah, you're a f***ing tool.

And a bad brother.

But it all boils down to Sammy.

The kid was an idiot, you know,

telling us what to do,

making us bring him things.

The motherf***er basically

wrote a list of sh*t

we had to do even

after he f***ing died.

We're alive,

even if you almost got us

killed, like, a thousand times.

We kind of like you.

Some more than others.

You'd do anything

for a dead kid.

I don't know what to say.

For once, shut the f*** up.

It's all locked up.

Buckle up.

I can do it myself.

Way to man up.

Okay, so where

are we gonna do this?

50-yard line.

It's wet.

Best seats in the house.

Best seats in the house.

- Whoa!

- Lump!

Oh, please.

Come on, Jimmy. Help me!

Help me. Help me.

Oh, I almost got him.

- Jimmy!

- Jimmy!

F***. F***.

Oh.

Oh, my god.

Ohh, ohh.

You're okay.

Ow. Ow.

Close your eyes.

Ahh.

It's okay.

You're good.

Oh, my god.

You're okay.

Quit being such a p*ssy.

Hey, where's Sammy?

- You okay, little man?

- Yeah.

This is it.

This is his place.

Let's grab an arm and a leg.

One...

We have to weigh him down.

You should say it.

Say what?

Something.

Yeah, you brought us

this far, man.

Sammy.

Sammy liked his drinks

to be like his dick.

Stiff.

He knew the inherent

beauty of a naked woman.

Sammy wasn't afraid of anything.

He let me hang out,

even though I was younger.

He only spit on me once,

but he never treated me

any different.

Sammy was always

really good to me.

He always had my back,

and he always kept me laughing,

even when he was at his worst.

Sammy was my brother.

Our brother.

He was here tonight with us

every step of the way.

Now it's time for him to go.

You were my best friend.

I'm so sorry for everything.

Why did you have to die?

How do you guys

want to get home?

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