The Good View: Weekly Boost Page #5

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my girl Shereen, okay?

Here's her address.

Promise me you'll

give it to her!

- Jesus.

- Promise me!

- Jesus, I promise

man, I promise!

- Take care of this.

- What would you do with

a few hundred grand, baby?

- What?

- What would you do with a

few hundred grand,

if you go it today?

Or tomorrow?

- I don't know.

Put it down on a house, I guess.

I have no idea, why?

- Just wondering.

- I would put some

money away for

Mickey's college, I

would definitely do that.

- I would start a lot.

- What, like a parking lot?

- No, like a used car lot.

I would buy and sell cars.

Maybe I'd take you on a trip.

I hear Pontiac, Michigan's

beautiful this time of year.

- Let's go to the east coast.

- Let's go.

Mm, this bacon's so good baby.

- You like it?

- I'm in love with it.

Almost as much as you.

- You don't need money when

bacon makes you so happy.

- Damn right.

I was going down

to Alvera street,

and I saw it and

I thought of you.

You like it?

- I love it.

- What?

- Nothing.

- Then what's the problem?

- It makes me feel

uncomfortable when you

look at me like that.

- You're going to have

to explain that to me.

- I love you Jimmy.

I do.

I just.

- Just what?

- Let me tell you a story.

When I was a little girl,

I went to visit my

family in Mexico.

And that summer

they had this goat.

On the farm.

I loved little Billy

more than anything.

He was black and

white, and used to

follow me everywhere.

I was only five

years old, and I'd

never been on a farm before.

So I didn't understand

that they would

raise a goat once a

year, to be harvested

in the fall, for the

festival to make Berria.

One day, I was

called to the corral,

as everyone else in the family.

We gather around, and,

we watched as my

grandfather slaughtered him.

Being so young, I

had no idea this was

going to happen, so...

I was...

Desperate and I started to cry.

As my grandfather

cut his throat.

When he heard my

cries, the poor Billy

became distressed

and started to panic,

and struggle for his life.

- He was being slaughtered.

- No.

That wasn't it.

Everyone else,

including the goat,

up to that point,

were extremely calm.

It was actually

me who scared him.

My Tia grabbed my hand and said,

"let him go."

"Your fears are scaring him."

"His life was not meant for you,

"he doesn't belong to you."

"His life was meant for

a different purpose."

"He gives his body

and blood to us,

"and we thank him

by honoring him

"for his sacrifice."

At first I was confused.

But then I understood.

And my empathy evaporated,

and I realized she was right.

It was me who was

keeping him here.

- So what did you do?

- I let him go.

Thank you.

- Hey man, I got to

ask you something.

- Hm?

- You consider pizza

hut a pizzeria?

- I don't know.

- I'm asking you a question.

Yes or no?

- No, I don't think

pizza hut is a pizzeria.

- No?

They serve f***ing pizza.

- Okay.

You know, I went

there the other day

and got in an argument

with the waitress.

I asked for two slices.

She says, "no."

- I don't think they

do slices at pizza hut.

- That's not the point.

The point is, I

asked for two slices,

she goes, "what do we

look like, a pizzeria?"

Now tell me that

wouldn't piss you off.

- Got to work on your

anger management.

- Yea, anger management.

- Breathe.

- Take it in, let it out.

Pop her in the face.

What's the plan here, man?

- Keri's going to pull

up, drop the car off,

he's going to be

under the wheel well,

package is in the back.

- Under the wheel well,

or on the wheel well?

- It's under the wheel well

in like a, little

hide-a-key thing.

- The f***'s a hide-a-key?

- Know what a hide-a-key is?

Little f***ing black

box, got magnets on it?

Slidey door, key goes in there,

your stick it under the

car, in case you leave.

- A f***ing hide-a-key.

- I'll find it.

- Got those hide-a-keys

that got those

little fake rocks, you

never seen those shits?

- Dude, I'm from Brooklyn,

we got no fake rocks.

I'll find it though.

- Can't see anything.

- Just give it a minute.

Alright, go.

F***ing hide-a-key,

don't know what a

f***ing hide-a key is.

The f***?

No, no!

No, no, no!

Oh f***, no!

Hey!

You, you!

Motherf***er!

- Hello?

- Who is this?

- Who's this?

- This is the guy

that knows that you're

speaking on a dead man's

cell phone, that's who.

Some stunt you pulled

back there kid.

- What do you want?

Big Tommy?

- Alright, listen.

Before you and I get

off on the wrong foot,

I'm going to give

you an opportunity

to set this right.

Under normal circumstances, that

wouldn't exist for someone

in your predicament.

Right, but this

sh*t is personal.

Keep in mind that the

man that I work for,

he's not going to

stop until you are

cut into little tiny pieces.

- You think I don't

know that already?

- Well then what's it

going to take for you

to bring me back the car?

- Don't you mean kidney?

That's not going to happen

until I have my money.

- How much did they offer you?

- 250 grand.

- I'll match it.

- Go on.

- I want to know who hired you.

- I'm not saying

anything until I have

my insurance policy.

- Well, you're going to

need more than that kid.

- What do you mean?

- It's going to take

more than a simple trade

to set this straight, you

killed one of our guys.

Alright?

That being said,

there's going to be

a price on your head,

people are going to die.

If you want to get this

straight, you and I,

we're going to have

to work together

so that means that we

will have to establish

some trust.

Alright?

I want to know who hired you.

- I'll call you back

in a half an hour.

In the mean time,

you can talk to Roy.

- Now I need you to tell me

exactly what it is

that you want me to do.

- Nothing yet.

I just need the package.

Some place safe

for my protection.

Just go home and hang

tight, and I'll call you.

- Okay, but I thought

you wanted my help

with these guys.

- The only thing

I need now is for

the package to be

some place safe with

someone I can trust.

Can you do that for me Clyde?

- Yea.

Yea, I can do that.

- Then I need to

make a phone call.

- I'm gonna call you,

get your money for you, okay?

Bye.

That motherf***er.

- Yea.

What are you going

to to about it?

- I'm a lead the kid there,

and let him handle it.

That's the plan.

Here he is.

You want your money, don't you?

- Yea.

- Then you're going to

have to go in there,

and you're going

to have to get it.

Alright, that's the

deal we're making.

Look, we'll be right behind you.

Okay, as soon as the

Armenians get here,

we're going to swoop in.

- Baby?

You can come out now.

- You'll only make it worse!

Is it the pain?

Or the horror of being

maimed that's worse?

- You're a monster!

- I'm an artist.

You know why I'm an artist?

It's because the

lines you can draw.

The layers of a person

you can peel away.

Like an onion.

If it's enough,

you see steam

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