The Girl Is in Trouble Page #5

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if I catch you dealing,

I'm gonna kill you.

Can you believe that sh*t?

The last thing

I said to my brother...

I'm gonna kill you.

Look, I got a system with

the IDs alright?

Just like I got a photographic

memory or something,

so if I've seen them,

I'd know it, that's the truth.

Alright.

If you see she her come through,

you let me know.

Of course, man, I'm on it.

Photographic memory, baby.

- Hey.

- Hey.

I'll see you soon, alright?

Hey, life with kids'll kill you.

Good to see you boss. I think

this package is for Mr. Feinman.

- You said Feinman, right?

- Yeah.

Mind taking this up?

For you?

Of course, no problem.

Thank you, boss.

Why'd you clean up the place?

Look...

I'm sorry about what I said.

It was wrong.

And whoever you choose to f***

is your business, but...

The whole

knife-in-the-eye thing...

Really?

It's a bit crazy though, right?

I used to see

lots of different men.

Old rich men

that took care of me.

One of them found out that

he was not the only one

and got jealous.

He locked me in his bedroom

for a week.

That's why I hate

being locked in places.

What happened to the man?

I started a fire to get out.

Then he went to the police

and said I tried

to burn him alive.

So now I can't go back to Sweden

because I go to jail.

What did you get on Angel?

Angel Guzman...

Lower-level dealer

for the Russians,

helps move supply

in the Lower East.

I found his pick-up spot,

and I'm gonna pay him

a visit in the morning.

Good, stay on him,

Get rid of him!

I'll deal with amateur hour.

What did you get on the girl?

Wait till you

get a load of this.

How am I supposed to know

any of this is true?

Why would I lie

about something like that?

Why are you so paranoid, August?

I think a saw a cop

when I went

to drop the package off.

That's why.

Wait.

Are you pulling out?

Look, my life

over the past few years

hasn't been so lucky.

Now I'm not saying I'm innocent,

and everything,

but time is just...

just passing me by and

I'm trying to play catch up.

Now, from this f***ing cop,

to these f***ing rich kids

that just come down here like

they f***in' own the place.

No, August...

They don't own us.

Hey.

Yeah.

Let's go somewhere.

- Right.

- Let's do something.

What you do want to do?

They don't own us.

Those words

remind me of possibility.

One of the hardest things

to confront is realizing

you might never be everything

you thought you would.

It's not like we were in love,

we both knew

that we were barely friends.

In those moments, everything

felt possible again.

You look good.

You look good, too.

Thanks again for

cleaning up the place today.

Hmmm, you're vibrating again.

You the one

who left the picture?

Yeah. I'm the one.

Is that f***ing c*nt with you?

- The only c*nt here is your mother.

- Oh.

You think you have balls?

OK, I'd be careful what

I say next, if I were you.

Careful?

Who the f*** are you?

I'm not paying you sh*t,

now f*** off!

That sounded like it went well.

He told me to be careful?

What a f***ing poser!

I'll deal with this guy.

What did he say?

He told me to f*** off.

So what do we do now?

Hello?

Alright, d*ckhead...

I got an offer for you.

Hang up on me again and

I'm going straight to the cops.

Then you get no money.

Meet me at 2pm tomorrow

on the West Side.

No, you're not making

the rules here, guy.

2 pm, under

the Williamsburg Bridge.

Fine, guy...

Makes no difference...

F***!

- The guy's a f***ing douchebag.

- I know.

But I'm gonna meet him tomorrow.

Felt kinda good.

Felt pretty good.

So tonight, we dance

because they can't trap us.

And we have fun, OK?

Let's just have fun.

- You're crazy.

- Just have fun!

Music always makes me feel

more alive than anything.

At moments like that,

my mind couldn't help wander...

About how our ancestors

must've lived on these streets,

and in these buildings,

searching for a better tomorrow.

Now here we were, searching for

our own sense of possibility,

we danced on top of our history.

Guess what I just saw?

What is it?

Sh*t!

I just saw Angel.

- What? Do you think he knows?

- I don't know.

But we're not waiting

around to find out.

Hello, yo, Amir,

I need your help.

Be there in 30 minutes.

Your uncle watches

television all day?

He's obsessed with watching

political news coverage.

Why?

Because back in Bosnia, he

didn't even have a television.

Now he considers it

his patriotic duty

as a proud American

to be informed.

Yo, Amir...

I have to go back.

I gotta get this phone

to handle Nicholas.

What about Angel?

I'll play dumb, as long as

he doesn't see her with me.

He might not know anything.

He may just have

a few more questions.

OK, be careful.

Alright, man.

Hey August...

Yeah.

What's up?

It's just so hard to

express myself in English.

Say it in your language then.

Are you nervous?

Terrified.

I want you out of this apartment

- No moving!

- ...by the end of this week.

What's up, man?

Long time no see...

Yo, walk this way,

don't try nothing stupid.

Across the street to the car.

No holding, I'm walking.

Get in! F***!

- Hurry up man.

- I got it.

Put the sh*t over him!

F*** you want to do,

f***in' p*ssy?

- Your woman, f***er!

- Shoot that nigga!

Yo, shoot that nigga!

Let up.

Where the f*** is he?

I don't know.

What the f***

is going on, August?

Huh?

Where's the girl?

Are you in on this sh*t?

I swear, I swear, no...

I don't know him.

I didn't know the girl

before I met her.

You're gonna say sh*t to me?

She begged for my help.

I swear to you I didn't know

about Jsus until later.

- You lied straight to my face.

- What was I supposed to say?

What was I supposed

to f***ing say?

I swear,

you'd think I was involved.

You're supposed to say,

"Hey Angel, here's the b*tch

that killed your brother!"

What are you talking about?

She didn't kill Jsus.

Bullshit!

Bullshit!

You keep trying to protect her,

I'm going to kill you,

just like I killed

that motherf***er.

Strike one, August.

I take no pleasure in this.

Choke his ass out.

She was the one

at your house, huh?

Yeah.

I knew it.

And don't tell me

I didn't smell that sh*t..

And you was acting funny too.

What the f*** was she doing

at your house, August?

- We met at Void.

- What?

We met at Void.

She called me

late night for drink.

I figured it was a booty call.

I swear on my life

I didn't know about Jsus.

And I know there is no way,

there's no way...

Strike two!

You and I,

we can square our business.

But first...

I want that f***ing girl.

OK. OK.

OK.

But you gotta do it my way.

Your way?

Go on, go on...

F***ing be smart here

for a second.

If I go back looking like this,

she's gonna know something's up,

and you know

I ain't good at faking.

Angel...

You saw right through me

the other day.

I'm sorry...

Sorry.

August,

I swear to you by everything

that is sacred to me,

if you f*** me...

Open the glove compartment

and read the paper.

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