Wrong Turn At Tahoe Page #4

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we'II just be on our way. Joshua?

Hey, please. PIease. Yes, sir, Mr. Nino.

-I was this close to having you.

-Yes, I felt it.

Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

Mr. Nino will see you right now.

Jupiter once commanded all the birds

of the Earth to appear before him,

so that he might choose

the most beautiful to be their king.

The ugly black crow

collected all the colorful feathers

which had fallen from the other birds,

attached them to his own body

and appeared Iooking very beautiful.

But the other birds

recognized their own plumage

and began to strip him.

"Stop what you're doing," said Jupiter.

"This self-made bird

has more sense than any of you.

"He shall be your king."

-Can I get either of you a drink?

-No, thanks.

Prendi un prosecco.

Have a seat.

-There are plenty of chairs.

-Thank you, but he prefers to stand.

You're a real guard dog, ain't you?

You found yourself a pit-bull.

-More Ioyal and can be twice as vicious.

-I Iike that.

Could probably teach some of my guys

a few things.

Quality over quantity.

In some things.

-You know, we've met before.

-Really?

I don't think so.

I'd remember a guy Iike you.

Well, this was a Iong time ago,

before I became a guy Iike me.

Your father was Benny Bollino, right?

I worked a paper route for him

when I was a kid.

-Paper route?

-Yeah, that's what he used to call it.

I ran bribes, picked up extortion money.

Sh*t Iike that.

I'II bet it paid better

than peddling The Sunday Times.

Yeah, yeah.

Your father was quite a guy, you know?

Loved by his friends,

respected by his enemies.

To accomplish everything he did

and still cross the finish Iine

due to natural causes, it's amazing.

You think so?

My father was a doddering old bag

of bones the Iast six years of his Iife.

When he wasn't pissing his pants,

he was wandering around his house

trying to figure out who

and where the f*** he was.

I kept him propped up on a throne,

but I was the one running things.

You know what I'm saying, Joshua?

And as for crossing the finish Iine

of natural causes,

at Ieast with a bullet

he could have checked out

with some f***ing dignity.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

-God rest his soul, I Ioved him.

-I'II bet you did.

So, tell me,

why'd you kill Frankie Tahoe?

-Who?

-Frankie Tahoe.

Drug dealer. Scumbag. About yea tall.

You accosted his bodyguard

outside of one of my clubs Iast night.

Sent the Iittle p*ssy home

with his tail between his Iegs.

AII we found of Frankie this morning

was a puddle of blood

and a couple of teeth.

And what makes you think

that I had anything to do with it?

I know you had everything to do with it.

Bodyguard knew your name,

and that stripper knows your face.

And yours.

She was staying Iate to give Frankie

his own private show Iast night.

She had slipped away to grab a rubber

when you and your boys

interrupted the festivities.

B*tch-ass motherf***er! F*** you!

She saw the whole thing.

That was quite

the Perry Mason moment, Counselor.

-It was, wasn't it?

-Yeah, Iet's see.

I'm ID'ed by a dead chicken-sh*t

bodyguard and a strung-out stripper.

-Yeah.

-What are you gonna do for an encore?

Pull the murder weapon out of her ass?

Well, as entertaining as that might be,

I don't think it's necessary.

The verdict is already in.

What do you want to do?

You owe me for the Iife of my employee.

Well, since drug dealers are pretty

much a dime a dozen in this town,

you got change for a penny?

Frankie Tahoe may have been worthless

in the eyes of God and society,

but he was an exceptional drug dealer.

You all right?

You're Iooking a Iittle pale.

Richie, un bicchiere d'acqua.

You gotta be careful.

The stress will kill you.

I know how you feel.

I don't want any water.

-You all right?

-I'm fine.

Looked Iike you were having

a heart attack.

You scared me for a second there.

Okay, so, the way I figure,

your Iittle batting practice

cost me at Ieast 1 00 grand a year.

Profit.

Maybe you can write if off on your taxes.

AII right, smartass.

The only reason you and your boy Friday

aren't Iying inside

a couple of chalk outlines right now

is because I'm a Iittle curious.

If your actions were justified,

maybe we could work something out.

So, what did Frankie do?

Kill your mother? F*** your father?

I have it on a good source

that he was out to kill me.

I'd check that source if I were you.

Frankie didn't wipe his ass

without getting the go-ahead from me.

If he was planning on killing anyone,

I would have known about it,

'cause I would've had to okay it.

The way I see it,

there are several options to consider.

Option A, you pay off the debt.

We'II say,

Option B, you work off the debt.

I could always use

a couple of good Ieg breakers.

Then, of course,

there's the unpleasant option C.

That would be

the aforementioned chalk outline?

If there's enough of you Ieft to chalk.

You know, there is an option D.

Might be a Iong shot, but it does exist.

Are you f***ing serious?

You can't be serious.

You're a Iittle fish.

Splash, splash, splash.

I'm a shark.

Bank account, body count,

I got you beat on all counts.

I am the ever-present threat

Iurking just out of sight.

By the time you realize I'm there,

it'II be too Iate.

I will drag you down.

-Like that b*tch at the beginning of Jaws.

-Okay.

Nino, Iet me explain something to you.

I ain't no b*tch.

I'm Roy Scheider.

We all know what happened to Jaws

when he messed with Roy Scheider.

-The shark got blowed up.

-He got blowed the f*** up.

You Iisten to me.

I don't give a f*** who you are,

what you have or who you f***ing killed!

F*** this sh*t.

Vincent?

Vincent?

Honey?

So you wanna tell me

how Bollino knew your name?

-What?

-You think I'm f***ing stupid?

I asked you a question.

Do you think I'm stupid?

-Son of a b*tch!

-What's the matter?

That's the guy I saw outside

of the bodyguard's apartment building.

-You sure?

-Yeah, I'm positive.

Marisa? F***. It's going to voicemail.

Motherf***er! Go, go!

Marisa!

Just give me a minute, will you?

Give me a minute.

Listen, I need you to take Julian

over to your mother's.

No, no. Nothing's gonna happen.

Just do it, okay? PIease?

Nice wallpaper, Jeff. Really works.

Charlie, now,

what did you have to do that for?

Our employer would Iike to have

a Iittle talk with you,

ask you some questions.

Think of it as a Iittle chit-chat,

a tte--tte, as it were.

Should you try to hinder us

from transporting you to said employer,

we have been instructed

to shoot you on the spot.

So, for now, just relax.

Breathe.

Think happy thoughts.

Easy. Hey, easy with him, huh?

Now, if you stay calm,

cool and cooperative,

you may even Iive to see tomorrow.

Come on, hurry up. Move.

Jesus Christ!

Hey, man. You know it.

You know, I'm only doing my job.

You know what'II happen to you

if you kill me, right?

Your boss set the pace.

I'm just trying to keep up.

That was for blasphemy.

What are we doing here, Vincent?

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