Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead Page #7

- I can't.|- Please.

- No, Jimmy, I can't.|- I like it here.

Ah! Oh, baby!

I love it. Oh.|I love it.

You're so good to me.|You're so hard.

You're so strong,|make me so wet.

I love it.

I'm so...

Oh, God!

Do it quickly.

I love it.

I...

Everybody stay together, now.

Ronald, come on.

Are we having an affair?

What do you mean?

You call me in the middle|of the afternoon...

and ask me to meet you|at the Natural History Museum.

Thanks for comin'.

The fact of the matter|is by the year 2000,

every city will be black.

- The goddamn cities?|- That's right.

Thanks to the fax, the modem, the|conference call, Federal f***in' Express,

the beast will be able to conduct|his business from his home...

in the white suburb, leavin' the city a|great wide war zone full of nuclear brothers.

So you're sayin', man,|the fax, modem, F. T. D...

What the f*** you talkin'|about, "F. T. D."?

- You got to have flowers in the war zone, Baby.|- Hey. Man here to see you.

- Who's that?|- A f***in' spooky-ass f***.

Well, go find out|what he want, House.

The man says|he wants to see you.

- You definitely got some kind|of double-life thing happening.

Are you a gangster?

A gangster.

Do they still|have gangsters?

Yes.

"Jimmy the Saint" sounds|kind of gangsterish,

and you got|the slicked-back hair.

Hmm, always|a dead giveaway.

- Say, "You dirty rat. "|- What?

Say it. Go ahead.|"You dirty rat. "

You dirty rat.

Oh. No sale.

# I know the time's right, 'Cause chicks|be comin' on the blind side #

# Never understood it|But remember I showed you #

- # That in ideas you gotta look over your shoulder #|- Boss.

I know you, Sylvester?

Hey, turn that sh*t down.

- I said, I know you?

- No.|- Then what the f*** you doin'...

comin' in my place|of leisure...

dressed like that,|frontin' me for a piece of ear?

- I'm lookin' for Earl Denton.|- Oh, he lookin' for Earl Denton.

- Earl Denton.|- A. K. A. Easy Wind.

A. K. A. Easy Wind.

What the f***?|You hear this boy?

- A. K. A. my dick, Uncle Salty.|- A. K. A. his dick, Uncle Salty.

I need to find Earl Denton.

What are you|thinkin' about?

What are you|thinking about?

I asked you first.

I'm thinking|about getting married.

Alex asked me|to marry him.

He did.

And what did you say?

I said|I'd think about it.

Are you in love?

Ladies and gentlemen, the museum|will be closing in five minutes.

Thank you for coming to the|Rocky Mountain Natural History Museum.

Hey, what'd you think?|Huh?

You think we're just|gonna give him up?

Hmm? Like I'm|your house n*gger?

- Do he look like your house n*gger, punk?|- Will you shut the f*** up...

for 11 seconds?

- That's cool. Go on.|- Please,

tell me where he is.

Cooperate|and no one gets hurt.

Say good-bye, b*tch.

No, no, no, no.

Look at this sh*t! Come here!|- What's goin' on?

- Put... Put... Put the gun down, man.|- Shoot this motherf***er!

- Don't.|- You better let that motherf***er go!

Rooster, get this motherf***er|off of me!

- F*** his ass up, House!|- You tell me where he is.

Motherf***er,|put the gun down!

Heh-heh! Oh, no, no.

See, that's not... No, you ain't...|It's cool.

It's... It's cool, man.|Just chill now.

A choice.

You could tell me where Earl Denton is,|or you could tell it to the worms.

- Jimmy?|- Hmm.

I been thinkin'.

There's this course.|It's massage therapy.

It's a 12-week program. When you|get out, you're a registered masseuse.

- I mean, boom, and I'm legit. I'm clean, just like that.|- Oh, just like that you're clean.

Yeah, just like that.

So I'm a masseuse.

I'm a citizen, and then I'm thinkin'...

Well, then, you never thought about|bein' a dad, have you?

- No.|- Never?

- Never.|- No?

'Cause I think|about bein' a mom a lot.

You know? I think|that it could, um...

Maybe it could get me|out of the life, you know?

Get me off the street,|maybe even... out of Denver.

I could go someplace warm,|where it's sunny all the time.

- That'll be so cool.|- How you gonna support the kid?

I don't know if anybody's told you,|but I. B. M.'s having a hiring freeze.

- I just told you.|- Massage therapy.

- Yeah, massage.|- You're gonna massage people.

- Is it just me, or are you bein' a prick to me right now?|- I'm bein' a prick to you.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.|- Why me?

- Why you?|- Yeah.

I don't know.

You're different, Jimmy.

And what you did today...

was like... God.

I mean,|you got some strength.

You got decency.

You know?

And you got a, mmm, beautiful ass.

Well, who needs strength and decency|when you have a nice ass?

Exactly. So,

like, I'm ovulating|right now.

We could do it. We could make it work.

- Right now you're ov... Right here.|- Right here if you want, baby.

What do ya think? I only got|two days, though. Two days.

Then I have to wait|a whole 'nother month.

What do you say, Jimmy?

Hey, Malt.

Lucinda wants my baby.|Should I give her the seed?

That's just what|this world needs,

the unholy offspring|of you two beggar-smashers.

That kid'd be the Antichrist,|I tell ya that.

- Six-six-six all over his body.|- Yeah? What do you know?

You're just a soda jerk,|the emphasis on jerk.

- That's a funny one, Lucinda.|I never heard that one.

What are you still doin' here?

They killed Olden.

- When? What happened?|- Tonight at the theater, man. They put one in his heart.

Only good thing was, he was...|dead before he hit the ground.

Sh*t.

What? What?

Just, uh, for a man that's got|a buckwheats hit on him, Jimmy,

you seem awful relaxed|in there, drinkin' a shake.

What is that supposed|to mean?

What are you saying,|Franny?

F*** the Man. Whatever.|It's none of my business.

Yeah, I'm gonna be puttin' him on,|gotta get outta here.

Good luck, man.

Gotta go.

Hey!

Jimmy! Where ya|going to, a fire?

We had some|pretty good times there, huh?

Easy. It's a grievous error|to still be here, Jim.

You're still here, Jimmy.|You're still in Denver.

Why don't you just walk over and spit|a green louie into my crippled face?

'Cause your still being here|is the equal of, I think, just that.

I'm leaving town. I'm already gone. I|wanna talk to you about Francis Chiser.

What about him?|Slower!

Rub slower.

You gotta call off your men|off of Chiser.

- I gotta?|- It would be good of you to call your men off of Chiser.

He's got a family. He's got|three kids, and he's got a wife.

He won't be in your face.|He'll disappear. I guarantee it.

Disappear?|Like Easy Earl Denton disappeared?

- What do you mean?|- It was a good play, Jim, but the n*ggers gave him up.

He was shot. Five bullets.

- He's gone, Jim.|First Pieces, now Easy Wind.

Took 20 minutes to die.

- Suffered like you would|not f***in' believe.

You gonna stay here and die, Jimmy, like a|f***in' dog in the street, like Easy Wind?

Bullet up the ass,|you don't die for 20 minutes.

We'll just talk about Francis.|He's got a family. He's got kids.

I'd trade the memories of childhood...

just to stroke|this girl's stomach.

The sense of touch|is easily...

the most underappreciated|of the five senses.

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