The Mortician Page #2
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- 2011
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he's something of a hard man,
a gangster.
Ain't that right, Noah?
He's been satisfactory
and performs his duties
adequately.
Well, you just let me know
if he steps out of line...
if he curses you
under his breath,
gives you any lip,
if he's late
by a single minute.
Because it would be
my absolute pleasure
to send this horrible
little delinquent
right back to where he belongs.
I personally would
like to ensure
that he rots there.
So you have anything
to say for yourself, laddy buck?
Huh.
That's too bad,
because I was hoping
that you would tell me
to go f*** myself.
Well, if you don't mind,
Mr. Clinger,
Noah and I have work
to attend to.
Well, go ahead.
I'm done here
for now.
Bye-bye, Noah.
I'll be seeing you
very soon, I hope.
I don't need you to fight
my f***ing war for me.
Porter.
Porter!
F***ing trying
to get away from me, Kane.
I'ma kick your f***ing ass.
F***ing come here, come on.
- I don't care.
- Stop f***ing with me, man.
Don't f*** with me.
Come on.
No, I don't want to leave her.
- Get off me.
- What are you gonna do, huh?
What the f*** are you
gonna do? Walk.
Walk. I'ma rip your
f***ing arm
out of your f***ing
socket. Come on.
Walk walk.
F*** you're looking at, man?
Mind your f***ing business.
Stop it.
You f***ing punk.
I could kill you myself
right now, right here.
F***ing walk.
Hurry up.
Get the f*** out here.
Stop f***ing around, come on.
- Jesus.
- No.
Get inside.
Hey, get the f*** inside.
What's happening, iceman?
You see that kid yet?
Are you sure about that?
You ain't sure
or you ain't seen him?
I... I haven't seen
the kid.
Shame.
You ought to be careful out here
this time of night.
There's a lot of
ill-minded motherfuckers
Hey.
Oh, honey, come up.
It's cold out there.
I want you to go back.
Roll over.
That's it.
That's it.
Just relax.
Mm-hmm. Okay.
Just relax.
You're so...
Jesus, baby, you've got knots
the size of baseballs.
Mm, there you go.
There you go.
Shh.
It's okay, honey.
You were just sleeping.
It's all right.
Thank you.
So long, honey.
I don't give a f***
who you lean on.
It's your obligation
to find the kid.
I want the kid.
I ain't got the kid.
That irritates me.
Your incompetence
is an irritant.
I don't like to be irritated.
So find the f***ing kid
and spare me
the further irritation
of having to make
an example of you.
You get me?
All right, come on,
get the f*** in here. Come on.
- Get off me.
- Jesus Christ, get in there.
Come here.
You too, come on.
Yo, mister, you got a light?
- No.
- You f***ing say nothing.
- You shut the f*** up.
- Get the f*** in here, man.
Stay the f*** still.
You're gonna stay the f*** right here,
or I'm gonna be the first one to make sure
you're back in that f***ing mortuary
on a f***ing slab, my nigga.
I'm freaking out, Noah.
I know. I know.
What are you doing here?
I was checking on you
to make sure you were okay.
So...
are you okay?
I'm fine.
Thank you.
You know, you might want
to stop shrugging
your shoulders.
You'll end up stooping like me.
Why have you been coming
to the mortuary?
I want to see my mama.
They won't let me see her.
What does your mama look like?
She's pretty.
She's got long dark hair
and big brown eyes.
She's got a little
red ruby in her nose
and a tattoo
of some lady called Venus.
What's your name?
Kane.
Hello, Kane.
Would you like to sit down here
and tell me about your mama?
It's okay.
She smiles all the time,
even when she's sad.
She don't like me to know
when she's sad.
So when I ask her
why she's sad,
she just laughs
She sings me songs
when I go to sleep.
Sing me one of
your mama's songs.
Can it be?
Do you hear?
A new freedom song
Is ringing
No more doubt
No more fear
There's a new song
That is ringing...
It's so far, it's so close
Almost near
Almost here.
You're freezing.
Wake up. I'm gonna
help you see your mama.
Come on.
What are you gonna do next?
Where the f*** is Kane?
Have you seen him?
Kane!
Kane! Kane!
F***ing sh*t.
Maria, they're f***ing gone.
Okay.
Here here here.
Climb the wall.
Quick quick.
Motherf***er.
F***ing sh*t.
Here, cover your mouth.
Okay, let's go.
Argh!
Come here.
Get the f*** up.
Get over here.
Get over here. Come here.
Stop it.
Leave him alone.
Come here, my nigga.
Get the f*** over here.
Get the f*** down.
F*** is wrong with you, man?
Leave him alone.
He's my friend.
Okay, I got you.
I got you. I got you.
Please don't hurt him.
He's only being nice.
You don't understand, all right?
Look, him being f***ing nice
- is gonna get us f***ing killed.
- You understand that?
- No.
- Get the f*** down, man.
Get the f*** down.
Come here, come here.
It's okay. Come here.
Maria, take him please.
Take him please.
- You ain't going f***ing nowhere.
- Noah, don't.
What the f***, yo?
What the f***?
Not in front of Kane.
What's going on, Noah?
Sh*t, mind your f***ing
business, my nigga.
I swear to God,
mind your f***ing business.
- You made this my business.
- Excuse me?
If you don't tell me what's going on,
I'm taking Kane with me.
You're f***ing going nowhere.
Get the f*** over here.
- Get over here. I'm gonna f***ing kill you.
- No! No!
What the f*** do you want
from me, huh?
What the f*** more
do you guys want from me?
Noah, what's going on?
You have to tell me, Noah.
He's my f***ing nephew,
dawg, all right?
Jenny Morales was my sister.
Let me just check on him.
The kid's gonna have to
learn to wait.
He's a sack of sh*t.
I swear I'm gonna give it to him
one day soon big time.
Listen, I don't like him.
He's an a**hole. And he's a fool.
Why do you let him
come in here then?
Why don't you just let him go
and stay out for good
instead of coming
back up in here
and just jumping you
whenever he wants to?
Oh, grow up, Noah.
Having him come once
in a while to get some
is just enough to keep
- It's bullshit.
- It's the way it is, so deal.
I'm gonna get us
out of this place,
but until then,
it's just the way it is.
Can it be?
Do you hear?
Are you singing?
She was smarter than me.
She knew how things worked.
She knew what needed
to be done.
but I f***ed up,
and I f***ed up
every f***ing time.
I got sent upstate for
doing some stupid sh*t...
enough stupid sh*t to land me
like a two-year bit.
What the f***'s going on?
He's been loaning her out
to his crew.
Crew? Excuse me?
What does that mean?
Carver has been pimping
her out to his buddies.
- Maria.
- I'm sorry.
She tried to leave,
so he beat her... look.
I can't even f***ing deal
with this sh*t right now.
Where are you going?
Come on, let me go.
Oh God.
Hey.
You have to stay
out of trouble.
I know.
Hey, kid.
You. You, come here.
You too, come here.
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