Sleight Page #3

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The dude's back out there selling again.

Like, really, man?

We hear he's partying nearby.

Ought to catch him on his way out.

Right now?

We're in the car. Hurry up.

Uh, hey, guys.

I have to head out with Angelo for a second.

I like him.

Um, can you watch Tina

for, like, a few hours?

- Yeah.

- I can stay, too.

I mean, I don't wanna put you out or

anything, I'm sure you've got things to do.

I don't mind.

Honestly, I'd rather stay if that's cool?

Please stay.

We'll see you when you get back.

Thanks.

Hey. What was he doing here?

Yeah. It's weird.

Yep.

- It's cool.

- Always the same with me.

Why are we leaving? It was fun.

'Cause I'm f***ing tired.

You can stay if you want to.

I don't even care.

You're my ride.

Well, then I guess it's time to go home.

God damn it.

- F***! F***!

- Come on, baby.

- Damn it!

- Let's go. Let's go.

Let me go, man.

Grab the tarp from under the sink.

I thought we had a deal, man?

Man, we had no deal about nothing.

See, this is why I f***ing kidnapped you.

Look, man, if it's about

a percentage, then fine.

Homie, homie, homie. This is not

about a percentage anymore.

You are here because we made an agreement,

and then you decided that you were above it.

Now, how the f*** you think

that makes me feel?

Put the tarp down.

You right-handed or left-handed?

Am I what?

Are you right-handed or left-handed?

I'm a leftie.

A southpaw?

I feel like you're f***in' lying.

Maybe not.

Tighten that around his left arm.

In case you're wondering,

I'm not gonna kill you tonight.

You know what they used to do

to liars and thieves back in the day?

Wait, wait. Hey! Come on, man, wait.

They'd cut a hand off.

Spread 'em out.

Wait... Come on, man. Wait, what are you...

As clean as you can.

- What?

- As clean as you can.

- No.

- Why the f*** not?

I can't. I'm sorry.

Hey, Bo! This dude does not respect us.

He doesn't give a f*** about us.

And if we don't show him who we are,

he will come after us.

Whose side are you on, Bo?

Come on. Come on, Bo. Come on.

Come on, man. Please, please, please.

Don't do this, man, please. Okay?

I'm asking you. Please don't do it, man.

Come on, don't do it, man, please.

Please, please, no, don't do it, man, please.

Please, man, don't do it, okay?

Please, man, don't do this, I'm beggin'.

Let's go.

Come on, please, please,

please, please, please.

His hand or yours, Bo.

Please don't do this.

Please, please, please. I'm begging you.

Please, please, don't do this.

Bo!

F***!

You're gonna have to do it harder than that.

No!

No!

There you go.

You're f***ing done.

If I hear that you're selling again,

I'm gonna kill you and every person you know.

Now, get the f*** out of my house.

Let's go.

There's gonna be a little more business

with Maurice out of the picture.

You can handle a key, right?

Yeah. Of course.

Boom.

Your normal re-up's in there, too,

but you're gonna be working with

a lot more money, so pay attention.

Oh...

I'm having a party at the crib this weekend.

You should come through.

Bring your girl if you want.

If not, a bunch will already be there.

Word.

Hey.

Hey.

Why don't you take my bed?

You don't need to sleep on the couch.

Oh, shut up.

We can sleep in the same bed.

Hey, uh, you want a T-shirt or something?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, uh, thanks for watching T tonight.

Oh, um,

what kind of cookies are you going to make?

Or are you gonna make a cake?

What makes you think I'm baking something?

Because you have two boxes of baking soda.

Oh, uh...

I'm not sure. We'll figure out something.

Holy sh*t. How much is that?

It's almost two kilos.

One of Angelo's cut with baking soda.

This is a bad idea.

Selling all this, I could pay Angelo

his cut and still walk away with $15,000.

That's enough money to get out.

Even if you sell all this, you really

think Angelo's gonna let you leave?

I don't know.

I hope.

I know it's not my place to say this,

but there's no one else

here to say it to you.

I don't want you to do this.

It's too dangerous.

I'm sorry. It's already done.

Hey!

I'd like to re-up.

Or reorder.

Hey.

Wait, what? What happened?

Where are you?

I can come over.

No, that's fine.

I'll meet you at my place.

Hey.

Hey.

Thanks.

She doesn't mean it.

It's just the divorce

that's still hurting her.

And I don't know, when she drinks,

she just has a hard time moving on. It's...

But she hits you.

I mean, I saw your bruises the other night.

No one deserves that.

You can stay here as long as you need to.

I mean, it's not the Four Seasons,

but we try to keep it pretty clean...

Sorry.

I'm never the girl with the mascara

running down her face.

Thank you.

Morning.

You sleep okay?

What is that?

What?

That thing in your arm?

Oh, uh...

It's part of an effect.

But what is it?

It looks kind of infected.

It's not that bad.

Bo, for a magic trick?

Why would you do that to yourself?

The first time I ever saw a magic trick,

I was with my mom and dad

on the Venice Boardwalk.

And there was this guy, this old

Italian guy with this little Jack Russell.

He had this small stand where he performed.

He did a lot of card and coin stuff,

but there was this one thing he did

that just stuck with me forever.

He took a pocket knife and

pressed it into the center of his hand.

It went through his skin with a hard push.

Popped through the other side.

He held his hand right in front of my face.

It didn't make any sense, you know.

It looked like it was going straight through.

So, he asked me to pull it out.

So, I grabbed the knife,

and it just slid right out.

When he showed me his hand,

there was no blood, no hole.

Nothing to say that there was just

a freaking knife stabbed through his hand.

My 7-year-old brain was just exploding...

So I asked him.

I asked him how he did it.

What'd he say?

He said he could only share

his secrets with other magicians.

I went back last year

and saw that he was still there.

I showed him a few tricks,

we talked shop for a little bit.

And I told him the same exact

story I just told you.

Did he tell you how he did the trick?

It wasn't a trick.

It was real.

I mean, for a year, this guy

stabbed a knife through his hand.

Each time, he cut a little deeper,

let the scar tissue grow.

Then do it again.

After a while, he had stabbed

a clean hole straight through.

And because of the scar tissue,

there was no blood.

So, when he performed, he just covered

his hands with a little bit of latex

and it'd look like brand-new skin.

That's the effect.

I mean, it's so obvious, but you

wouldn't think anyone would go that far.

Yeah, he cut a freakin' hole in his hand.

I mean, is all that

worth it just for a trick?

I mean, can't you do tricks

that don't hurt you?

Anyone can learn a trick,

but doing something no one else

is willing to do makes you a magician.

I can do something no one else can.

So, you think the spirit

is sitting in the right chair?

Yeah, I think so.

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