Bad Asses Page #2

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Mr. Vega.

What happened to you on that

bus wasn't an accident.

You were meant to do good in a

city that desperately needs it.

You know, I-I've got to go.

I have to-I have to go.

Good night, Mrs. Parkes.

Hey, Bernie, you all right?

You all right?

Don't you got enough

to worry about...

than to come in here and

meddle in my business, huh?

You know,

they got medication for

that problem of yours.

Boy, what you know

about my problem?

I know that you haven't been out of

this place since I've lived here.

They call that agoraphobia.

I know. I-I googled it.

So all of a sudden you a doctor.

Where you study-Tijuana Tech?

Why don't you just get yourself

out of here and don't come back.

Go find yourself another store.

Hands up!

Hey, get the hell out of my store

before I blast all of you!

Feisty old bastard, huh?

We ain't got no money.

Just get out of here.

We'll forget the whole thing

ever happened. Or what?

You're gonna run me

over with your walker?

Open the damn register, Morgan Freeman.

Screw you!

You wanna be a hero, too, gramps?

Oh, no.

All right, back the f*** up then.

I got you. Okay, okay. Sorry.

Bernie! Bernie, you all right?

I didn't need your help.

Aw, you could've fooled me.

All good. Thank you.

What is it with you

and liquor stores?

It's just not a good mix.

This one wasn't worth it, is it?

- Grumpy old son of a b*tch.

- If you damn fools would patrol the neighborhood...

instead of stuff in' your faces

with pastry every now and then,

this crap wouldn't happen!

You heard anything about Manny?

No. But we know it

was drug related.

No way. Not Manny.

Not drug related.

Frank, we found 300 Hapacol pills on

his body the night that he was killed.

That's 5 grand street value.

I'm sorry.

But it looks like he

was a major seller.

All right, everybody, listen up!

Hey, everybody!

Get in here.

What's up, man? Come on.

Listen up!

If I catch anybody here...

making, selling or using drugs,

I will personally break both your

legs and use your arms as crutches.

Now, do you hear me?

- Now, do you hear me?

- Yes!

Drugs are for losers.

Only winners come in here.

Don't make me say it again.

Tucson, come on.

Sit down.

All right, let's have it. What?

Don't bullshit me.

How long was Manny dealing?

I swear, Coach. I have no idea

what you're talking about.

Manny would've never got involved in

any of that stuff. You know that.

You better not be lying to me.

I'm not lying.

Go on. Get out of here.

Yes, sir.

Yeah? Ginobli.

Coach?

Expecting a cold?

Look-Coach, I can explain, man.

Please don't break my legs.

Please don't break my legs.

How long was Manny selling?

I don't know.

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