Tell Page #3

Look, it's not a dream job.

It's more of a nightmare.

But... Look it here, the keys!

To the pickup, you said how cool it was, so...

you can haul everything away on that...

And, uh, this could be the beginning

of you turning your life around.

- Hi.

- Sh*t.

What the hell are you doing here, Jesus Christ.

You don't show up at somebody's house.

Bev, I brought this for him.

So what? What the hell

is wrong with you?

Come on.

God, what would you have done if

my husband answered the door?

I don't know, "Hi, I'm Tell,

I'm her other husband."

You stupid idiot...

Get in the car, drive!

- Go! Get in the car!

- Shh.

Hurry!

Okay, if I had a son, I wanna see him.

Well, you can't see him.

You told me you loved me.

Jesus, Tell, that was before I knew you were broke.

I am not gonna leave my husband

if you don't have the money.

Wait a minute.

So you're gonna dangle our son as bait

because you think I'm lying

about having "the money."

And you're here just to make sure he looks like you.

Am I right?

Okay, I'm gonna be honest with you.

No sh*t. I had the money

when I got out of the house.

But when I was looking for a place to stash it,

I passed out on the street from blood loss

because someone shot me.

Then, when I woke up in the hospital...

Money was gone.

Hmm.

Your turn.

Okay, okay.

His name is William, after your father

because is he your son.

And yes, I love you,

and I want us to be a family.

I really do.

But if you can't support William,

then I have to be with someone who can.

It's just smart parenting.

Please don't come back here, for William's sake.

Oh, this was very thoughtful.

Oh...

It's spun out of control

Let me tell you about the life I live

F*** you and your icy wrists

Out of game, man, life's a b*tch

Singing nights like this, I wish

Days I suffer so when I puff the droll

And if you got to know, then I'm a motherfuckin' outlaw

Southpaw switch it up for your ditty, though

Nigga got a uppercut, he ain't getting up

You don't love me, b*tch, don't lie to me

Guys like me die violently

In the street with my heat on the side of me

I wonder why fights are quite obsolete

I'm gonna need four-five for me, obviously

I, I am still in the mirror

Like good, god damn, something gotta shake

Let him live, that's my mistake

I want the bread, the cake, I want the cheese, the fruit

I want all food groups and a coupe for two

Come through like I usually do

Super smooth, and nigga, you will move

There's something to be said

Of being a man of few words

'Cause I fade the final four lines

Nothing is an empty nest

Well, I found out...

You know what?

I think that you boys need

to take a refresher on surveillance.

We figured there was no harm coming in here,

and have a drink with you.

It's cold outside...

Don't worry, relax, relax.

All right, we're not here to cause any trouble.

We don't even care about the rod

that you get stucked in your backpocket

or the fact that you used it to shoot up a neighborhood.

Or that you were giving it to your ex-wife

in a public parking lot.

That's against the law, by the way.

What do you say to a friendly drink?

Hey, can we get two shots of whiskey,

and whatever my friend is having?

Look, guys, just like I said three years ago,

the money... Burned up in

the fire, so excuse me.

Get up, get up.

Get up, get up, get up.

God.

- There you go.

- Do not bleed on me.

There you go, there you go.

You know what I think?

I think we got off to a bad start.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Don't give me some lame-ass excuse.

I don't even think you have the money.

But Morton here, he's unsure.

So we're gonna stick around, just to make sure.

So why don't you, uh, just skip the part

where you mouth off

and just politely deal with our harassment, okay?

Hmm.

Look how much nicer he looks with his mouth shut, huh?

I'm so glad I got that off of my chest.

I feel better already.

I'm so proud of you.

Cheers to old acquaintances reunited.

And making amends.

Hit us.

Well...

Where... Where am I?

Your room at the halfway house, on the floor.

Those detectives dropped you off about an hour ago.

Those guys just beat you enough to put you

out of commission for the night, so we gotta talk now.

They should have dropped me in the bed.

I got something for that, cowboy, come on.

Okay, okay.

You know, they're gonna come back

night after night until you give in,

or your ex-partner's gonna kill you.

Let me guess...

You're gonna give me...

look behind door number three.

We go with my plan...

It's simple and easy.

You tell me where the money is,

I go get it, we split it, arrivederci.

Look, I passed out

in the middle of the street from blood loss,

and when I woke up in the hospital, the money was gone.

So it didn't burn up in this f***ing

miraculous fire you keep telling me about?

See? I knew your ass was lying.

When you came in with that fire bullshit,

I was, like, "This motherf***er lying."

But now we on the same team,

it's-- we're building trust.

We'll talk about it at your weekly.

- But until then, I need you to stay low.

- Yeah.

And look, I'm gonna leave a little edge under your pillow.

A little edge under the pillow.

Okay.

Soccer.

Eurotrash.

Hi.

Ray?

Where's my money, Tell?

Oh, you can just cut me out of here, and we can talk.

Ah.

Where's my money?

Um, I don't have it.

- Okay?

- I don't have it.

Someone stole it when I passed out on the street.

I'm sorry, it's gone.

Uh... Ray.

Where-- where is it...

Where-- where is it, though, seriously?

Don't-- don't do this, okay?

- The money's gone.

- Yeah.

You're f***ing lying, Tell.

You-- you don't have the money, okay?

- Oooh!

- F*** you!

- Damn it, okay--

- You f***ing liar!

You f***ing left me to die there!

- That was our f***ing plan!

- It doesn't matter...

And you left me to f***ing die there!

- I found the safe.

- You-- you found the safe?

Yes, you can take it, it's all yours.

You want me to do f***ing back flips?

Tell, I'm gonna f***ing plunge this thing.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- I'm gonna f***ing plunge it.

Ray, do not plunge that, Ray!

Okay, okay.

Bye-bye, Tell.

Please don't plunge it, Ray.

- Ray, Ray!

- F*** you!

Oh, God!

- Why?

- I told you the truth, okay.

Why would you do this, all right?

I passed out!

You've got 10 seconds to live...

Where's my goddamn money?

I told you I don't have the money!

I passed out on the street, it was gone!

F***!

Damn it, Ray, you just...

you just killed me for no reason.

Why'd you do that?

F*** me!

You really did lose the f***ing money, didn't you?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, you son of a b*tch!

Oh, I really thought there was bleach in there.

Ah, that's just water.

So where's this f***ing safe?

One time on The Untouchables,

Robert Stack shot a wall safe open.

You think that would work?

Do I look like I even have a gun?

Just saying, what if?

I've been out of prison for a f***ing day,

- ...where would I get a gun?

- I don't know.

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