Wonderland Page #4

when Ronnie bumped into me.

You grazed him?

Mmm, it was a flesh wound.

What the f*** are you doing,

Ronnie?

- What the f***, man?

- Look at the f***ing table!

(all shouting)

Who the f*** cares?!

Who the f*** cares?!

- Give me your f***ing hand.

- Come on.

Just get up and get to the safe.

- Let's go, Ronnie.

- Gimme your other f***ing hand.

I don't want to die.

Please don't kill me.

We left Billy downstairs.

We went upstairs for the safe.

John had told us that there was

a safe underneath the bed.

Ronnie:

Where the f*** is it, huh?

- Eddie?

- What the f***?

Nash:
No need for violence,

I'll tell you whatever you want.

No violence if you tell me

the f***ing truth.

- There's nothing in there.

- What the f*** is the combination?

There's nothing in there.

Nothing in that safe.

You open your f***ing mouth

and you tell me the f***ing

combination to the safe, motherf***er.

Tell me the combination.

Where in the f*** is the rest of it?

I will blow your f***ing head off,

so help me God, if you don't tell me.

All the drugs are at the Starwood.

And it hit me.

This was Eddie Nash...

we were hitting Eddie-f***ing-Nash

and we were screwed.

I mean, if I had known it was Nash...

Look, I know who Eddie Nash is,

so does Detective Cruz.

Just go on with the story.

We took the place apart.

Found as much

as we could and split.

Woo-hoo!

And where was Mr. Holmes

during all this?

He was waiting back at the house.

I told Ronnie in the car

to keep things cool.

But big mouth

couldn't wait to talk.

They're here, they're here!

You are not gonna believe

how much sh*t we got.

- How much did you get?

- Guess.

- Everything? Even the safe?

- Oh, yeah.

Woo!

- Hey, baby.

- Hey, baby.

I knew it would work.

Yeah!

Deal with these.

We'll get to 'em later.

I got my guns back!

Steady cash.

It was a good score.

And nobody got hurt.

Nico:

Okay. What's next?

Holmes immediately starts

bitching about his share.

He was only in for an eighth cut,

and all of a sudden he wanted more.

What, are you f***ing kidding me?

This is not my cut.

Scumbag tax. Now we're even.

- Even for what?

- For the guns, John.

- But we got the guns back!

- No, I got the guns back.

You still owe us

for all the coke you smoked.

Ronnie, come on,

I got editors that I have to pay.

I have deadlines.

This is not my final cut.

I don't know

what you want me to say, John.

I want you to say

that I can have my cut!

Okay, okay,

how about the gems?

You want to wait

for the gems, fine.

Joy and I are going to take them

down to Slim's and fence them.

Then you can get your cut.

There it is, John. That's it.

So Holmes set it up

and he felt entitled.

We took all the risks,

he sat home with the girls.

At this point...

I decided to treat myself

to a shot of H.

You know, a little reward

for a job well done.

After that it's...

it's kind of a blur.

John:
Mailbox 8860.

The password's "palm tree."

There's your cut from the gems, buddy.

Now get the f*** out of here.

- You got to be f***ing kidding.

- No, I'm not kidding you, John.

- Get the f*** out of here.

- Ron, I have editors...

You think I give a sh*t that you

have f***ing editors?

(shouting)

- We're all f***ing sick of you!

- I got a deadline. Hear me out.

- You got a deadline? What about us?

- I'm just saying that's not my cut.

John, I'm f***ing sick of this sh*t!

Get the f*** out of here!

- Get the f*** out, man!

- I'm just saying...

- Where's your gun, David?

- No, that's cool, man.

That's f***ing great.

F***, man. I'm so f***ing sick

of that f***ing guy.

Are you going to f***ing fix that?

We got enough f***ing

money to fix it. We'll fix it.

I left the next day... I had to go

to Sacto overnight for this thing...

and I left Barbara there.

When I saw the news

on the television...

- it had to be Holmes.

- Why?

(phone rings)

Hello?

Yo, Joey. Joey, look, man,

it's not a good time right now.

- Let me talk to him.

- Hold on, talk to Billy, all right?

Hey, man, what's up?

No bullshit, we're closed for the day.

Yeah, all right, man.

All right, listen up...

from here on out,

we keep a low profile.

Billy was very specific.

No deals in the house.

Everything happens down

at the Canyon Store. I mean it.

No one in the house

but inner circle.

No one gets buzzed up

unless I say it's okay.

Hey, Holmes,

are you listening to me?

No, it's cool, it's cool,

it's cool, it's cool.

And with the security gate,

there's no way anybody

could've gotten in there

without knowing Billy personally.

John was the only one

who knew about the Nash hit.

That piece of sh*t ratted us out,

let Nash in

and got my Butterfly killed.

- You guys are out of your minds.

- Let's bring in Nash, Captain.

He killed them plain as day.

This whole thing is

circumstantial and you know it.

We've brought in people

with a lot less.

You're talking about Eddie Nash.

You don't bring him in till

you got an eyewitness.

What do you know?

Some junkies robbed Eddie Nash?

Nah, it's bullshit.

Find John Holmes.

If he tells you that Eddie Nash

picked up a pipe and swung it,

maybe we'll arrest him.

All right. Come on.

You want to nail Eddie Nash.

F***ing crazy.

(woman screaming)

Could I have a cigarette?

Thank you.

It's all over the news

that four people are dead.

John.

Well...

um...

four?

- How long have I been out?

- For like a day.

You've taken me up to that street

before. There was the house, John.

- You know, the house.

- Really?

You had a nightmare,

you were screaming...

about blood.

You were screaming in your sleep.

Yeah, I had a...

my nose... on the trunk.

I hit my nose on...

the trunk on my nose.

LAPD, freeze! In the air, in the air!

Hands in the air!

Nico:

Okay, Dawn,

I've got some photographs

I'd like you to look at.

You ever seen that house?

No.

Are you sure?

All right.

How about here?

Nope.

John:
Let me see.

More f***ing blue.

Baby...

Say your name.

"My name's Gabrielle."

- Say it.

- My name is Gabrielle.

- Say it.

- My name... hi, my name...

What the f*** are you

talking about?

God, John, Jesus Christ!

Shut up!

Pay attention and be real.

He will cut your f***ing head off

and take you to the desert

and bury you.

- I know that!

- Just look in the mirror.

I'm sorry,

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- Just look in the mirror.

- F***!

Just look in the mirror,

just look in the mirror.

- What's your name?

- My name is Gabrielle.

Take a deep breath.

It's just a thing.

I've been with 1,000 women,

they didn't mean anything.

I don't want to go.

You don't have to go

if you don't want to.

You don't have to go.

F*** it.

Just go in and say hi.

- Just like 10 minutes.

- Man, f***in' A.

It's just we owe him

so much money, baby.

You look beautiful.

No, it's okay.

Nico:

Do you know that guy?

No.

Merry Christmas, baby.

Nash!

So what do you want me to do?

I want you to dance for me.

You mean just like...

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