Drifter Page #2

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- Just... Please, just wait.

Just wait, just wait...

just let me...

Listen, doc, I don't need you

- telling me what to do.

- I'm sorry, I can't do it!

Don't f***ing try to

stop me again, okay!

Thank you for my brother.

Hi.

Doyle won't be happy.

Who?

My name's Sasha.

What's your name?

What do you want?

That's for me to know

and you to find out.

- What are you doing?

- Let's go for a drive.

Nah, I'm okay.

Can't we just sit?

Listen, Sasha?

Get outta my car.

Please?

- You wanna sit in the car?

- Yeah.

Whoo!

Having fun?

Whaddya looking at?

Uh...

Nothing.

Hide!

You touching my girl?

Mesmerizing face isn't it?

Can stare at that all day.

Get out here, baby.

Where'd you get

the working car, brotha?

Huh?

Uh-oh, uh-oh...

You mind if I take it

for a spin?

You touched my girl.

Now we have to get violent.

It's too bad, really.

You had such a pretty face.

Baby? Watch this f***er.

- What's going on?

- Get in the kitchen. Come on.

- What's going on?

- Come on, please.

- Is it Dom?!

- No, it's fine!

- Is it Dom?!

- Miles...

What is it?!

You're the main event, boy.

You trespassing.

- He's hurt, Latos.

- B*tch, was I f***ing speaking to you?!

He's my...

He's my...

He's my... he's my...

I wanna hear you say it!

He's my brother.

Brothers?

Now ain't that a kick.

Doyle wouldn't be too happy...

...you hiding a couple drifters,

now would he?

Now...

we have an audience.

Tie em down!

I said, tie em down.

Tie em down!

Watch.

I want you to watch.

You keep that f***ing face

right there.

Watch it... Watch it...

Watch it...

You f***ing watch!

Don't f***ing make me...

What the f*** do you

think you're doing?!

You're gonna watch this!

You're gonna watch this!

What the f*** do you

think you're doing!

I love this music.

It's very relaxing.

It helps me sleep at night.

How are you feeling?

Are you enjoying

your stay in Demyl?

Vijah?

Get us a couple waters, please.

Vijah, I already asked you

once with my mouth.

Now.

Chop chop.

Yeah...

She is a good one.

I bet you would love to

f*** that right in half.

Hmm?

Oh.

I'm sorry, I, I shouldn't be

speaking like that.

Disgusting behavior, I know.

I have a potty mouth.

I really do.

My parents always told me when I was

a little boy to keep my mouth shut.

They told me

if I didn't watch my language,

they would put some soap in my mouth

and wash all those curse words away.

Well.

One time they actually did.

My mother dragged me

into the bathroom

and made me

eat a half a bar a soap.

I threw up so much that night,

I started to throw up blood.

Must've had some sort of

chemical reaction from the soap.

But did my parents

take me to the hospital?

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