Down by Law Page #2

you gonna be interested in, Jack.

I doubt that very much.

- You busy?

- Yes.

- I just want to come up

and talk to you, Jack.

- Uh-huh.

- I wanna prove to you

I'm on your side, man.

- Uh-huh.

- Don't you got just

five minutes to talk?

- No, I don't.

- Come on, Jack.

- Just come up and make it short,

all right?

- I'm on my way up.

- Yeah.

Fatso's on his way up here.

Cover up the merchandise.

Just take this, in case he's gotten

any smarter lately, all right?

Hi, Jack. Where you at?

Hi, babe.

She nice.

Jack, I know how you feel about me...

after what happened

down in Jefferson Parish...

with that spy boy,

and I don't blame you one bit.

But you too serious.

You gotta let

the past be the past, Jack.

I come here tonight

to settle us up.

Now how you gonna be

doin' that, fathead?

By doin' you a favor, a really big favor.

I'm as serious as cancer.

Man, whatever this is,

I know it's bullshit.

Jack, I have been tryin' to find a way

to straighten us out,

and I finally come up with it.

Please, let bygones be bygones.

Man, I can see why you might

wanna be on my good side.

You wanna do me a favor 'cause you know...

you know I'm gonna be big...

- and you wanna be in on it.

- All right, it's no secret.

I know where you're headed.

But just hear me out,

see my little gift,

- and then if you're not interested,

let me know.

- What's the gift?

Oh, man, you gonna die.

I have got a piece of chicken you ain't

even gonna believe is from this planet.

- No, that I might believe.

- Oh, Jack, be serious, man.

This girl is 19.

A beautiful white girl.

A Cajun goddess, man.

A Cajun goddess.

I got her up at

the Belle Chasse Hotel right now.

And she's waiting there

for you, Jack.

My gift to you. The most beautifulest

gift that I could possibly give you.

I mean, I can't believe you think

I'm gonna fall for this.

Hey, go over there, check it out.

If I'm crazy or lyin',

you don't lose nothin'.

Matter of fact, I just wanted

to give you first shot at her,

before she all used up,

because she is gorgeous, man.

Then why don't you want her, man?

Why don't you give her

to one of your so-called real friends,

one of those a**holes

down on Decatur Street, huh?

Because I've been trying

to make us be friends again.

Can't you just accept that?

All right. And I suppose

you haven't even touched her, right?

All right, I'll go look

at your martian goddess.

But I'm telling you something.

If you're foolin' with me,

if you're wastin' my time, if anythin',

I'm gonna f*** you up.

I guarantee it.

Jack, nobody's gonna regret anythin',

especially not you.

In fact, you're gonna

thank me for this.

You're gonna remember me

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