Wrong Turn At Tahoe Page #3

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What the f*** is this? Inquisition?

Now Iet me tell you something, man,

this is the 20th century, homeboy,

you know that, right?

I stopped believing in fairytales, man,

a Iong time ago.

God, Santa CIaus, all that sh*t

went out the motherfucking door, man.

Hey, come on, come on, come on, man!

Is this really what you Iadies

came down here for?

Is this what you girls

came down here for?

Ask some stupid-ass questions?

I get it, I get it, I get it.

You guys want me to make a donation

to the church, right?

You really think you can kill me,

you piece of sh*t?

What the f*** you talking about, man?

You slap my people around.

You disrespect my Iord and savior.

Hey, hey, my man, is this guy serious?

Hey! Talking to you!

What's this guy talking about, man?

Hey, Iook, hold on, hold on, Iet me just...

Let me just think about this

for a quick second, all right?

What the f*** are you talking about,

man? Your people?

What are you... F***! God damn...

I've had enough

of your Puerto Rican ass!

That shows how f***ing stupid you are,

white boy!

I'm a motherfucking Mexican!

What the f*** is this place?

Who the f*** is that? Is he the cargo?

No, cargo's dead in the trunk.

He's with me.

-Just one?

-Yep.

AII right, go straight, to the Ieft.

F*** this guy, huh?

F***. This guy's f***ing heavy.

-Straight back. Yeah.

-Right here?

I swear to God, I think he's breathing!

No, I think I'm bugging out.

That was f***ing scary.

F***ing goombah zombies,

'cause I hate that sh*t.

What the... What the f***?

I'm sorry, Mick.

This thing's got a hair-trigger.

Tell you what,

use these to stop the bleeding.

Some panties.

You should recognize those.

You've been in them enough.

-What the f*** are you talking about?

-This a**hole's f***ing my wife.

Come on, Vincent.

Do you think I'm stupid?

I think you're stupid enough

to Iie to me about it

-when you know I know you're Iying.

-I'm not Iying to you. Joshua, please.

Tell him I'm not Iying to him.

I had her followed.

They saw him coming out of my house.

What the f*** were you doing

in my house?

-I wasn't in your house. I swear to God.

-Hope she rocked your world, Mick.

You got me confused with somebody

else, Vincent, I swear to God.

Joshua, please. We've been together

the whole time I've been on this crew.

PIease tell him I'm not Iying.

I swear to God, on my mother's Iife,

-I swear to God, Vincent.

-Shut up, Mickey.

Vincent?

Vincent! I swear to God,

on my mother's Iife,

I never f***ed your wife! I swear to God.

AII right, Mickey. I just had to be sure.

You scared the sh*t out of me.

Thank you, doll.

That's unbelievable.

That Iooks even worse than it sounded.

It's good for you. You should try it.

You're supposed to enjoy what you eat.

That sh*t's got no flavor.

It's utility food.

Excuse me, more decaf, please.

Thank you.

You see, that's what I'm talking about.

Decaf. What's the point?

It's Iike drinking non-alcoholic beer,

getting knobbed from some fat chick,

it's pointless.

You ever had your dick sucked

by a fat chick, Vincent?

No.

Don't knock it till you tried it.

Not only are they extremely

appreciative Iovers,

but they're incredibly talented

when it comes to oral gratification.

-No sh*t.

-I sh*t you not, my friend.

You see, I would... I would

be worried the b*tch would get hungry

and just start gnawing on the bone,

you know?

I'm Ieaving, Vincent.

What, are you going on a vacation

or something?

-More Iike retirement.

-Retirement.

You're gonna retire before me?

With what?

-With who?

-With no one.

Are you starting your own crew?

How Iong have you been planning this?

-This isn't me anymore.

-AII right, Iisten.

If this is about Mickey,

the guy was f***ing my wife, okay?

What am I supposed to do?

What would you do?

-It's not just him.

-Well, then what?

-What about the drug dealer?

-What about him?

Or the way we came down

on that sweatshop three weeks ago.

What about it?

Or that mark you pulled out of the car

on the freeway.

What are you saying to me?

I Iose it sometimes. What do you want,

an apology? What the f*** do you want?

You all right, Vincent?

No, I'm not all right, Vincent.

F*** you.

You owe me.

You owe me your Iife,

and you're out when I say you're out.

I am sick of this sh*t, Joshua.

-When is it going to end?

-He killed Mickey tonight.

-Oh, Jesus Christ.

-Thought you were sleeping with him.

Were you?

F*** you, Joshua.

Wow, really?

Eight points, huh?

That's great, buddy.

And you packed already?

Okay. Me, too.

Vincent. Baby,

I don't want you to go outside.

-I don't want you to go out there.

-What?

Why don't you call Joshua?

Wait for Joshua.

Joshua's down the road, okay?

Joshua's not here anymore.

Joshua's gone.

I'm not gonna call Joshua.

-Listen to me. I'm fine.

-I know.

I'm gonna talk to these guys,

and I'm gonna come right back.

AII right?

This coffee sucks. Sh*t!

-What the hell? What the hell was that?

-Christ almighty!

-You okay?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

Like I f***ing need this...

Hey, Paulie,

there's no one in the f***ing car here.

-What?

-There's nobody in the car.

-What are you talking about?

-You all right, fellas?

Yeah, we're fine, pal.

We got it under control. Thank you.

'Cause, you know, I saw the whole thing.

It was clearly the other car's fault.

Hey, pal, I think I already told you,

we have everything under control.

-You got that, right?

-Stephen.

-No, please, Paulie.

-No, no, no, Stephen.

You, please, shut the f*** up.

-What's the matter?

-This is our guy.

This guy? How do you know?

He has what appears to be

a very Iarge weapon sticking in my ribs.

Okay. Okay.

Come on.

You know the deal.

We're just the messengers here.

Okay, my doorbell works.

And if it doesn't,

there's a big-ass knocker on the door.

When were you two

gonna deliver the message?

Quite honestly, when our boss called.

How's that for timing?

Hello?

Paulie's busy right now.

Can I take a message?

Yeah, that's me.

No, they were quite obvious.

Okay.

AII right, I'II see you soon.

He wants you to take me to the house.

Let's go.

-Vincent?

-No.

Don't worry about it.

Go enjoy your retirement.

-Let's go, boys.

-Get in the car, Vincent.

This is Nino Bollino's house.

And how do you know that?

-Trust me, I know.

-Interesting.

Come on.

I used to work for his father

back in the day.

He wants to have a Iittle talk.

Welcome to the top of the food chain,

gentlemen.

By the way,

naturally we'II have to pat you down.

Well, you can certainly try.

That's right. Let's have a Iook at that

gun you stuck in the back of my head.

-F***!

-You ever seen a compound fracture?

'Cause if you wanna continue

this Iittle pissing contest,

I could have Joshua

rip this f***er's arm off

-and beat him with it.

-Hey. Just trying to do my job.

I understand,

but we didn't crash this party.

We were invited.

So, if your boss doesn't want us

to exercise

our Second Amendment rights,

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