Violet & Daisy Page #3

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I'm expecting company because

of something else I did.

What else did you do?

I robbed somebody.

Somebody else that's not our Boss?

Yea.

Who?

- Donnie Daffo.

- Oh, my...

And you really are serious

about getting yourself killed?

I figure it's people who visit

me today as well.

Small world, cos uh...

me and Vi hate those guy's guts.

Two months ago Violet ran into them,

and they locked her in a dumpster.

It looks like someone had

taken a life out of her.

Is that all they did?

You mean, locked her in that trashcan?

Well, yea, I mean that's all she told me.

What else would they...?

Russ is such an ass.

Thinks he's smart,

but he's not.

Nothin' to say this time?

Maybe you've learned your lesson after all.

I'd like a somethin' for

you to tell your boss.

In this f***in' economy that

chicken sh*t must be pretty hard up.

to send a little... c*nt like you,

to do a men's job.

F*** you later!

- Hi.

- We're closed, what do you want?

- I don't know what you're talkin' about.

- Yeah you do.

The black door in the back.

Much obliged.

How can I help you?

Let's go, let's go,

come on.

Move fast.

Check out those boxes right there.

Let's go, move on.

"But dude!

You're a vegetarian!"

- See?

- Oh...

That's... clap!

One, two, three, four, five

battle.

Alright tardy cake!

- No, you're first!

- You are... no.

You do this and...

Hey!

Look who's here?

We just saw your stupid little girl friend.

Had to tell about herself.

You should see her face.

Just this mornin' we got to

whack a couple of clowns.

Yea, we took our time doin' it too.

Your stupid little girlfriend looks scared

than both those faggots put together.

Even when things are

getting up before them.

Step aside jail-bait!

Or don't! If you wanna be a tough guy

and see what happens to you.

Do it,

do what they say, Daisy.

Can I ask you fellas something?

- Nah, forget it.

- Come on.

Excuse me?

Please.

- Everybody!

- Please.

Very good!

But I won't get into it until

you holster the hardware!

- Why would we do that?

- So you don't get tired.

- What you think we are, stupid?

- Off course I think you're stupid.

That's the point.

You're gonna have enough trouble keepin' up

with what I'm gonna tell you as it is.

If you tuck it out too,

we'll be wastin' everybody's time.

You don't want mama's good

wisdom goin' to waste, do you?

Heck, I'll be surprised if

your arms are burnin' already,

for keeping us at gun's points for a while.

I mean, it's not like we're packed

or anything, what do you afraid of?

That better?

- Alright, where was I?

- You're gonna ask us something.

Oh that's right,

Thanks!

Okay. So... here it goes.

My partner weighs in

at about 95 pounds, right?

And together you guys are pushing

half a ton, give or take, right?

So, did you need much help

stuffin' her in that garbage can?

Now...

I usually don't talk to people

like you in the first place,

but... if I did that sort of things,

I would say that you girls

should have your own TV show.

And that you should call that program

"The Adventure of Donnie's B*tches".

But like I said at the top,

I usually don't talk to people like you.

Because talkin' to people like you

doesn't make much sense.

What do you mean,

"People like us"?

What the hell kind of people are we?

Dead ones.

What?

Found some bullets,

but now I might be out again.

How about you partner?

I think I'm hearin' somethin'.

Something like what?

The internal bleeding dance!

- I could sure use some help too.

- You got it, partner!

- Move! I want the fat one!

- They're all fat, Biatch!

Say mister,

you got any other leads on where

I can get some more bullets?

The other place got into

a crime scene, long story.

Just do some thinkin' on it, okay?

Are you expectin' anybody else?

Are you sure?

It might be back up for Donnie's crew.

Maybe they're supposed to call in,

you know, like we do.

Why didn't they just come

right in like everybody else has?

I don't know, who the hell he is,

I'm out of bullets again.

I'll get it.

What? Wait but...

what if Donnie's other guys?

- I know what they'll do.

- I thought you wanted us to kill you.

You jealous?

- Kinda.

- Now take the fire escape. I'll stall.

Otherwise they're gonna kill us all today

after see what happened in here.

Go!

- You should come too!

- No, no, I shouldn't.

This way I buy you some time.

Go!

Please.

Go, go, go!

Everything ok in there?

I thought I heard something.

It's fine... Dolores.

- How you've been?

- I thought I heard somethin'.

You know, I did too. Sound it's

like coming from the upstairs again.

I was sure it was coming

from here.

- Did you try next door?

- Are you sure everything's okay in there?

Yes.

I really should go now, Dolores.

You take care.

- Well ain't...

- Dolores!

Dolores...

Take care.

- Couldn't get it right... go!

- Go!

115th precinct,

Officer Minocha speaking.

There's something wrong in the apartment

down the hall from me.

We're going to take care

of him too, you know.

I know.

- I think we should do it now.

- Why?

He's sleeping...

it will be merciful.

Oh I thought,

we're out of bullets again.

We are, but I can run out and go

get some more somewhere real quick.

We couldn't even do it now

even if we had the bullets.

- Why not?

- I don't know.

He said,

he wanted to see it coming.

- When?

- While you're out.

- Did he say anything else?

- Like what?

Like, why he wants to check out so bad?

- A little.

- Well?

He's....got bad cancer.

It's in my pancreas and spreading.

Going to die and I'd rather

not take the scenic route.

I don't think he has anybody who

loves him either, it must be even worse.

We should think about

going to his funeral.

You know, just so there's someone there.

What?

What?!

At the end of the day,

Donnie'll send survivin' members

of his squad to finish

the job either way.

So if it's not us to finish,

it would be somebody else.

And besides, this guy's dead already!

In fact, it's way better if

we're the ones to do it.

Because unlike Donnie's punks,

we're not gonna torture him

for eight or nine hours first.

Did you hear somethin'?

What happened to you anyway?

You look a little mussed up.

What's with the it chilled?

- This?

- Yea.

I've been deputized.

- I'm serious, Vi.

- Fine!

I had a little incident while

I was out getting the bullets.

- Do you wanna talk about it?

- Are you interested?

Always.

So the seconds I get the lead,

Three desperados stormed in

and hold up the spot.

First I'm thinkin', I was gonna lay low,

and I'll be free and let this sh*t be.

Then, one of them sees me

and gets the bright idea

that they should rob me too.

So I proceeded to inform

the perp and his pals,

about multiple ways in which they

might violated their mothers.

So while they're trying to

figure out where I got the balls,

the cops showed up.

Was it because of the

police has a silent alarm?

No.

Was it because the cops just got lucky?

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