Death And Life Of Bobby Z, The Page #4

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been looking for him

but you can't find him, can ya

He'll turn up

Feds still got him in protective custody

Oh no

He's out

If I was you, I'd

start looking down around the border

Excuse me

What's your play in this

Oh, didn't I tell ya

I'm the one that turned him loose

I could do a car bomb

take your legs off, right at the knees

I bet you could

Just cause we doin' business

don't mean you got rights

Come on. Come on, please

What the hell do you want, Grusza

Let's just say Kearney being released

is a case of misplaced trust

Drop him off in a body bag

I'll pretend it was Santa Claus

and that'll be that

Adios

So the boy's mine

That's right

She never told me about him

Yeah. Well you'd have

to be around for that

So does everybody know

Hm-mm

Just Olivia and me

Now you

Olivia asked me not to tell you

So why did ya

'Cause you should know

It's been a long time, Bobby

Yeah, too long

Yeah

So what brought you back

Was it the money

Still want my share

I hadn't forgotten about you

Mm

You're giving me what's mine

Yeah, of course

You really have changed, Bobby

How

Well, in the old days

you would've definitely

had me in bed by now

Let's do it my way

You haven't forgotten

my favorite position, have you

No

No

Do you remember our first time

In my little trailer at El Morro Beach

It's still there, if you need it

Thanks

Noncommittal as ever

Was I bad to you

Yeah. Yeah Bobby, you were

Have you talked to Monk lately

No

You

Once in a while

He still dreams of having me someday

So long as that dream

is alive I'll get what I want

You need his number

No, I have it

You better get going

Why

'Cause when Don Huertero gets here

he's gonna kill you

How do you know that

You know Brian

Yap, yap, yap

Can I come with you? Please

Listen. Please

No, go back in your bedroom

Please. Can I come with you

Hey, I don't know much about kids

That's too bad, 'cause he's yours

Beautiful, beautiful boy

Where do you think you're going, son

I'm leaving

What, are you gonna shoot me

You're not the type

Stop him! Bring him back

Come on

He's getting away

After him

Get him! Go

Alright get off. Hide

Hah! Hah

You came back

Yeah, I'm not too bright

He's heading south

by southwest, Mr. Johnson

Let's go

H'yah, h'yah

Are we out of gas

Yeah, we're out of gas

Son of a b*tch

What're we gonna do

Alright, alright

we're gonna play a game now

What game

You know what a marine is

Kind of soldier

No

Marine is a bad ass

You wanna play that game

No

Why not

Navy Seals are tougher

Okay

So we're gonna play Navy Seals

and we're goin' on a secret mission

And we're gonna go up

over that mountain over there

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