Small Crimes Page #6

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[buzzing continues]

- [beeps]

- Yeah.

You slick motherf***er, you.

Hey, Dan.

Thought you said your plan

was no bodies.

But I aint complainin.

You do some work on his brakes or what?

His what?

Phils car.

[tires squealing]

- B*tch, I knew it!

- [screams]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

Motherf***er.

[tires screeching, horn blaring]

[Dan] Got into a smashup last night.

Went up in smoke.

You did it. Youre free.

Now well get started with the judge,

get your girls back.

Yes, sir, a brand-new day, Joey.

A brand-new day.

[phone clicks]

[sighs]

[footsteps approaching]

How is she?

Shes gonna live.

What are you doing?

Im leaving.

What are you doing with that?

- You want it?

- [scoffs]

[spits]

- What are you doing with it?

- Im taking it to the girls.

- No, youre not.

- Im not trying to buy them.

Just gonna give it to em.

Most of it.

[sighs]

See them once more, and then Ill just...

No, youre not.

You are going nowhere near those girls.

Money, no money, I dont care.

You will never be in proximity enough

that your damage and mayhem

ever touches them, not even for a second.

I promise this to you, Son.

This will not happen if I am alive.

Bye, Dad.

Im... sorry for everything.

No, youre not listening.

I said it will not happen.

I said no.

Stop me.

[blade scrapes]

[grunts]

[groaning]

[groaning]

[gasps]

[sputters]

[winces] Oh!

[man singing in Spanish]

[song continues]

[song ends]

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