The Mortician Page #3

I couldn't bear

to see her like that.

I knew I had to stand up

and take responsibility.

The prodigal son.

Sit down.

Be my guest.

You need to leave her alone.

She my baby mama.

I got rights.

No no, you ain't got no right

to raise your hands to her like that,

let alone let some other

niggas touch her, man.

You got balls coming here

talking like that.

I'm telling you that

you're a man, all right?

And I'm just asking you

to act like one. That's it.

You are asking me

to act like a man?

No, dawg, I'm telling you

to act like a man

and leave my sister alone.

F*** that, Carver!

Whoo! Yeah! Ha!

That b*tch going down.

Stop. F***ing stop.

Sh*t.

All right.

Brutal.

Carv, you f***ed

that b*tch up for real.

Is that man enough for you?

Shh.

We need to get out of here.

I know someplace safe.

Hey, sweetie.

You can stay here

as long as you need.

Carver won't look here.

- I appreciate that.

- Thank you.

You'll be safe here

for a while.

It was never meant

to be like this.

I tried to step up

and do right by my sister,

but each time it fell apart,

leaving Jenny

to pick up the pieces.

You get to load it

when you pay.

All right, that's 150, right?

Come on.

It should be 170,

but you look like a sweet guy.

All right.

Drop the gun, shithead.

Now.

Best you give that back

to me, don't you think?

You're a stupid f***.

Yeah.

And, oh yeah...

you're under arrest.

And with me back inside,

it got worse for Jenny.

She couldn't take it no more.

I don't want to know

where you are

until you are safe,

you hear me?

Yeah.

Here.

Go go. Bye.

Come on, trouble man,

I'll race ya.

You're gonna lose.

He spotted them

at the train terminal.

He dragged them back

to his hideout.

Mama pushed me through

the bathroom window

and she told me to go to Maria.

But I waited for her.

Carver went psycho

when he found out

that Kane had escaped.

Jenny wouldn't tell him

where he went.

So he beat her.

He raped her.

He shot her.

And he threw her in the canal.

Papa gonna get ya.

Let Kane see his mother.

He needs to make his own sense

out of all this.

Let him grieve.

Don't let the pain ferment.

It will entomb him

like it entombed me.

No, man, I can't do that.

Are you kidding me?

It's too dangerous for him.

Carver's already got

a bounty on his head.

If we don't get him out of

here tonight, that's it...

All of us are as good as dead,

and that includes you.

I'm not going anywhere

until I can see her.

Papi, you've already seen

what he can do to you.

We gotta get you out of here, man.

We gotta get you out of here now.

He'll never forgive you.

Please.

Stay with Kane.

All right, man, but hurry up.

We gotta get out of here.

So the kid's at the morgue.

- Who else?

- Didn't see anyone.

Maybe the stiff guy's there.

That could be fun.

So it's good.

Should I get Rico and G?

Oh no,

I'll deal with this myself.

Too many people have seen

too much already.

So get the f*** out.

Yo, Carv,

you ought to take it easy

on that kid, all right?

I mean he's your blood.

He done being my blood

when his whore mother

turned him against me.

All right, Carv.

It's time.

All right, guys.

Well, ain't this

some cozy-ass sh*t?

You have chance to be gone

with the kid,

and you f***ing stay?

I'm taking the kid now.

No. No.

You can't have him.

You're way out

of your depth, boy.

- I take what I want.

- That ain't gonna happen.

- F***.

- No. No.

Motherf***er.

No! No!

F***.

No.

Noah.

It's over.

It's over.

Hmm?

You're safe here.

Sleep.

Thank you.

How can I help you,

Mr. Bright Lights Big City?

I'm looking for someone

who might have known her.

There you go, handsome.

Careful, it's hot.

Hmm, she's beautiful.

My mother.

I was hoping

I'd find someone

who remembered her.

Well, you enjoy your pie, okay?

Excuse me, sir.

My granddaughter mentioned

that you've been making

enquiries about a lady

who may have lived here

a long time ago.

Yes. Please.

I knew her.

And I knew you too

when you were a little boy.

Your mother and I

were very close.

I've written to you many times

and I always hoped you'd come.

Oh, my sweet boy.

Come with me.

We were very close.

Your mother and I

used to work here together.

You know, all I can

really remember is

she would leave me each night,

and one night

she didn't come home.

She loved you

more than anything

in the whole wide world.

She would do anything for you.

When she couldn't

make ends meet,

she began to

entertain gentlemen.

One of her clients

became violent

and killed her.

That's why she never came back.

They never caught him,

never found out why.

They just dragged you away

and wouldn't even let you

lay her to rest.

They wouldn't let you

say goodbye.

Come on, Noah, run with us.

I am. I'm running

backwards here.

Hey, Kane, are you tired

or what, buddy?

- Whoo!

- Touchdown!

Oh, fumble on

the five-yard line.

Hey, come on, get it.

Relax. It's not

like it's broken.

Thank you.

You're a kind man.

Run, get him.

Oh my God.

Enough to get you started.

I appreciate that, man.

You're a saint, you know that?

Go find a seat on the bus.

Take him.

Are you ready, Papi?

Go.

Thanks, man.

Alrighty, sir,

are you about ready?

You know, Ava, I must confess

I know nothing about you.

Do you have a family?

I do.

He's 13 now.

He lives in the country

with my sister,

far away from this place.

I miss him.

He must love you very much.

Maybe we can visit him someday.

That would be nice.

Poor slob got fished out

of the canal this morning.

Ain't had a happy night.

Hmm, what a shame for him.

Hmm.

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