Suicide Kings Page #4

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medication could lead to--

- Yeah.

- You should listen to him.

His father's a doctor.

Oh. I thought

he was a serial killer.

- It's locked.

- Make believe

you're a criminal.

See what you

can figure out.

Whiskey rocks,

if you've got it.

Nice break.

Do it again.

Great. Bring the whole

f***in' bottle out.

Great idea.

It's okay; he's a big boy.

If the guy wants to drink.

Let him have a drink.

Oh, okay. So you're

the doctor now ?

Oh, okay.

He's all yours,

dr. Brett.

What's your daddy do,

dr. Brett ?

Actually, he's-he's very big

in acoustical tile.

Oh, that's a relief.

Please leave your

numeric message after the tone.

What are you doin' ?

What does it look like i'm

doin' ? Callin' him back.

Not from that phone you're not.

It'll show up

on my old man's bill.

Jesus, Ira, you're unbelievable.

What do you want,

a f***in' quarter ?

- He will know we were here.

- Well, you know what ? Now he

will know we were here anyway.

- It was an anniversary present.

- Good, fag. Pick it up.

- Charlie ?

- Yeah.

- How you feelin' man ?

- I don't feel good. I'm dizzy.

You don't sound good.

Listen, i got some good news.

I think i got a line on how

we can find the guys

who got the girl.

- So soon ?

- It wasn't hard. We got

a couple of geniuses here...

Who did everything but take out

an ad in thetimes,

So i popped the weasel.

Blew his brains

right into never land.

It'll be next-year land

before they find

those molars.

What's the matter, kid ?

You haven't touched your pizza.

They must be local.

Yeah,

they're local.

The good news is

the girl's still alive.

But the bad news is we got

some serious psychos here,

So her health might

suddenly deteriorate.

Son of a b*tch !

I thought you said this place

was safe. F***in' prick !

what are you doin'; it's a kid.

- You make contact ?

- Look, just give me

a little more time.

I gotta have something

to bill you for.

When you find them, tell 'em you

represent interested parties,

gonna cover their holding fee.

Don't scare them.

Right. Anything

you say, Charlie.

Look, what's

the situation there, anyway.

I mean, are you alone ?

It's okay, wyatt.

The people who are

responsible for this--

Well, word is they used

an inside player on this one.

- Gotcha.

-From what i understand,

You got some heavy paper

with antoine, and, uh,

You haven't made

much of an effort

to pay him back.

What really makes

no-no-no f***in' sense to me...

Is the way you were raised,

with your upper-crusty f***in'

grey poupon background,

There's nobody you can go to

to get some of the scratch ?

You can't crack the egg

out of one of them old fucks ?

See, normally, this would be

the end of the conversation.

This is your lucky day,

my friend.

Can i tell him ?

Yeah, that's what we're

here for. Tell him.

My partner and i,

we've taken care of

your debt with antoine.

So now you owe us.

You can settle everything.

Clean.

No more debt

hangin' over your head.

You can go back to your

debutantes and your

ivy leagues and everything.

And it'll be like

nothin' ever happened.

Just be smart, kid.

Everybody wins,

nobody gets hurt, right ?

Be smart. Use the grape.

You know what i'm sayin' ?

It's nice and easy.

Nobody gets hurt.

Bop-bop-bop-bop. That's it.

Win-win.

Nobody gets hurt.

Beautiful.

You don't look so good.

What's the matter with him ?

Where the f***

you goin' ?

Gotcha. Okay.

- What did they say ?

What happened ?

- Uh,

- He found the people

who took the girl.

- All right !

Don't get excited.

The whole thing

could go belly-up.

Many things go wrong.

- But she's all right.

- Sounds like it.

It's gone right.

It won't go wrong.

Is it happy hour ?

Where the f***

is Ira ? Ira !

Okay. What can

i get you ?

Give him a shot and a half

of whiskey, would you ?

Oh, my god.

What have you done ?

What did you do ?

I can't believe what you did.

I can't believe you did this.

What ?

You drank my father's liquor,

that's what you did; gimme this.

What ?

I hardly think

he'll notice, Ira.

Oh no ? Duh.

Look at that.

What is that, huh ?

He marks the levels

in the bottles at the end

of every summer.

- Oh, my god. He does.

Of course he does.

A lot of people do that.

Oh, my god.

Look at this.

Will you look at this ?

Look at that, huh ?

Why don't you guys just stab me

in the f***in' back right now !

Stab me in the f***ing back

right now !

Ira, is this

one of your friends ?

Ira doesn't have any friends.

That's not true.

This place is like

goddamn woodstock.

Who is it ?

F***in' rent-a-cop.

Sh*t ! Ira, don't answer it.

What the-- "don't answer it."

i have to answer it.

If i don't, they call the cops.

Then the cops'll call my father,

and then he'll be here.

Then we'll all be dead.

Sorry. I already am dead,

thank you.

Ira, get him

away from the door.

What ? How ?

Get him away

from the door !

- Ira !

- what ?

- Take your coat off.

Oh, sh*t !

Good evening, mr.--

what the f***

is that ?

Hey, how are ya ?

What's goin' on ?

I need a password, sir.

This is winston reder's house.

I'm his son, Ira.

I'll still need a password,

mr. Reder.

Otherwise, i'll have to

notify the police.

The password is, um--

- You can't give me a hint ?

-No, sir.

It's been awhile.

Give me a clue.

Central, this is

unit seven.

Calling central.

D-d-don't do that.

Please keep your hands

where i can see them !

Otherwise, i have to

use this.

But that's a flashlight.

Hold on a second.

Here we go.

Comin' at ya.

Huh ? Look at that.

You know my father.

I-i-i'm his son, there.

We look exactly alike.

Central !

I'm at 7739 Windle lane.

I saw lights on...

It's, uh, putting...

And made my

presence known.

With the golf and the nine iron.

May need backup here,

if you can.

White male,

eyeglasses--

double bogey !

Double...

F***in' bogey.

Thank you, sir.

There's no reason

for profanity.

Central, i'll get

back to you when

i walk the perimeter.

Sorry about the

disturbance, mr. Reder.

No problem; just doing your job.

The auxiliary alarm

in the master bedroom

was triggered.

I'll have to do

a walk-through, sir.

- Why ?

- Section 34b clearly states...

When an officer makes a call on

a closed home, he is required

to do a walk-through.

Ira, read your

f***ing contract.

Mind taking your shoes off ?

Hey.

What can i get you ?

What the f***

are you lookin' at ?

Charlie been in ?

Yeah, he was here, same as

always. You know Charlie.

He talk to anybody ?

Some kids were sitting

at his booth.

He ended up havin'

a drink with them.

Kids ?

Yeah, they been comin' in here

recently. I think one of 'em

has the eye for jennifer.

The hostess ?

Yeah, but her shift ended

a couple of hours ago.

Do me a favor.

I need some information:

phone number, address, anything.

You know, that's unnecessary.

Mr. Barret, he takes

pretty good care of me.

Yeah ?

F*** ya, then.

I wasn't much in school

and athletics and stuff,

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