Violet & Daisy Page #4

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Hell, no!

This place is a stone's throw

from the 115th precinct.

So the minute I

remembered that little detail,

I'm thinking one or two things,

these desperados are either

stupid or crazy as whole hell.

Whatever the case, the cops

apprehended the whole crew,

and then one of the

fuzzy wuzzy asked me if I'm ok.

So I said "Officer,

how do you know I wasn't in on it?

What makes you think

a girl can't be in on it?"

Next thing I hear is...

Bang, bang, bang!

The guy behind the register flipped

and starts shooting at the perps.

It seems the other company at the

counter took the robbery personally.

Long story short,

just about everybody ended

up taking a shot or two,

except for yours truly.

That's how I got this one chilled on me.

It was blasted off of the porker

and just went it there. Scout's honor.

Anyway, right about then,

I thought it may be prudent

to exit the premises to the rear.

Some days, you just can't get

a bullet to save your life.

And here of all places.

I mean, sh*t, this is America right?

But... how did you get so dirty?

I slipped on banana peel

in alley way comin' back.

Let's go see about those dresses.

How are you girls holding up?

Fine.

Fine. We're out of bullets again tho.

Why don't you use one of those guy's guns?

They seem to have plenty.

Why the hell didn't I think of that?

These guys got everything Daze!

Even a little Glock for your purse.

You know the blue one?

It's like Christmas!

I got you...

Sucker!

Take your pick mister.

Why don't you decide?

Okay, let's see...

I'm gonna go with the .38, Daze.

Alright, are you ready mister?

Sure.

Okay.

Here goes nothin'.

Hardy har har.

What?

Are you done yet?

Come again?

I said "Are you done yet?"

What are you talking about?

You weren't serious you're

gonna do it, were you?

I most certainly was.

With that piece?

Yea.

- Suit yourself.

- Wha... Why shouldn't I?

It's unprofessional.

How's that?

Forensics.

- Forensics?

- Yea.

Forensics. Ballistics.

There's a real good chance,

those dorks would foul everything

up for us if we do it like this.

I mean Donnie's guys can

even wind up with the credit

if they traced the guns and...

boss try to weasel out of payin' us.

Even worse, we might get

blamed for every corpse in here.

And boss'd chaff us to the hill on

account of unnecessary roughness.

Not to mention the gang war

we might've already started.

And it's not even like

we can switch out the bullets,

because the calibers won't begin

to match the ones of our styles and rods.

So, like I said, you can do it

your way if you want to, but...

We risk looking on professional

and getting screwed...

out of a couple of hot dresses.

Good thinkin', Daze.

Forensics will f*** you.

You would've thought of it too, Vi.

- Yea, maybe.

- I need a smoke.

You do that?

When did you start doin' that?

I don't know.

Where did you get those?

Oh, from those guys.

You mind if I'm smoking

in your place, mister?

Yea.

- Yea you mind or yea it's okay?

- Yea, I mind.

Actually...

Do what you like.

It doesn't matter anyway.

I'll take it out to the stairs.

Oh Violet, you might wanna wipe

your prints off those pieces.

Put them back on the fellas.

Sounds good, Daze.

Come on sit down!

I wanna show you something.

You know you'd probably a millionaire

if you clean your ears out more often.

No uh!

Here.

Now what were you going to tell me?

Yea, the secret.

You were going to tell me.

Can I ask you somethin'?

Why is she so mad at you?

- She's your friend, you tell me.

- I'm not talking about Violet!

- She blames me for something.

- For what?

- Her mother's death.

- Why, did you kill her?

No, no.

She died after she left me.

- Why did she leave you?

- She didn't love me.

- Why didn't she love you?

- I don't know, Daisy.

I don't think people have a lot of

control over that sort of thing.

As a husband,

I wasn't much a prize anyway.

Whatever the case,

she... fell in love with someone else.

Who?

A man she used to work with.

I didn't know him.

I only saw him once.

From a distance.

They died in a car accident.

How does your daughter

figured that it's your fault?

Well, my daughter didn't

know about the affair.

She blamed me for the breakup.

And consequently the... car accident.

Well... did you ever

tell her the whole story?

- No.

- Why not?

Because I want her to remember

her mother the way she does now.

That's stupid!

You're stupid!

- Thank you.

- Does your daughter like Barbie Sunday?

- What?

- Does your daughter like Barbie Sunday?

Very much.

Well, at least she did somethin' right.

Now, I'm gonna get some bullets

and we've done with all these.

Tell Violet.

You like my partner, don't you?

What's not to like?

She's....a sweet girl.

Do you like her better than me?

I don't know you as well.

That's okay.

I like her better than me too.

She might even...

thinks she'll keep you alive

for some silly reasons. Kids...

- May I ask you a question, Violet?

- You may ask.

You ever miss the doll house?

Not particularly.

And I think I know what

you're driving at, mister.

But this job never got to me,

aside from the sensational

rush to the action.

- What about those men?

- What men?

The ones you killed.

That, was f***ing magical.

Did you see that?

It's a bit early to know,

but career wise...

that little miracle might be my Monalisa.

If not my Billie Jean.

- Actually...

- Do you have any family?

What?

Do you have any family?

- What a random question.

- Well, do you?

Daisy is like family.

You didn't answer the question.

I got a father somewhere.

What's with the interview?

When's the last time you and he spoke?

- What do you care?

- That long huh?

- Are you afraid of what's next?

- Me getting shot?

I mean after that.

I haven't thought about it.

And?

I haven't come up with anything conclusive.

I'm not an expert or anything,

but I have a theory.

Yea?

I figure...

I figure heaven...

is probably a place where,

nobody cares how big or small you are,

or what you look like.

People probably don't even have bodies.

They're just maybe like...

essences or something.

But if they do have bodies,

everyone's gotta be naked for sure,

cause that's we all showed up

here in the first place, right?

And also, if you have a back problem...

or bad knees or self-esteem issues.

That stuffs won't bother

you anymore up there.

And everything's free too.

Or at least whole sale.

I don't know if there's animal,

but that'd be cool.

Oh yea,

and when you walkin' in to

the gate for the very first time.

They're probably playin' that

Louis Armstrong's song.

Somethin' nice like that.

Part of this came from this girl I knew.

She died.

It's a long story.

Anyway, she thought everybody

would be naked, that part was her idea.

- How did she die?

- I don't wanna talk about it!

I mean, I do but...

when I tried, never works.

Maybe someday.

Wow!

Sit up.

Who wants some snack?

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