Gravesend Page #2

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GET THE F***

OUT OF HERE, MAN.

GO CALL AN AMBULANCE.

[EVERYBODY TALKING AT ONCE]

I'LL CALL VICTOR

AT MEMORIAL.

NO, MAN.

WHY?

[EVERYBODY TALKS AT ONCE]

CALL ANOTHER HOSPITAL!

I WAS F***ED UP

ON SPEED ONE TIME.

I WENT THERE AND

MY ARM WAS F***IN'

BROKEN BACKWARDS.

I WAS, LIKE, F***IN'

THEY OPERATED:

ON MY STOMACH.

WHAT WAS WRONG:

WITH YOUR STOMACH?

NOTHING.

SH*T, MICHAEL.

HOLY SH*T!

I KNEW THAT, MAN.

MIKEY,

CALL A F***ING

AMBULANCE, MAN!

I'LL CALL 411.

THAT'S F***IN'

INFORMATION,

YOU F***IN' A**HOLE.

I'LL CALL INFORMATION

AND GET THE AMBULANCE HERE.

WHY ARE YOU SO:

F***ING STUPID, MAN?

YOU KNOW, MIKE,

CALL 555-1212.

IT'S FREE.

THAT'S NOT

F***ING TRUE, MAN.

THERE'S NOTHING--

NOTHING FREE IN THIS

F***ING WORLD, MAN.

I HAVE A FRIEND JOJO,

WHO HAS A FRIEND

WHO OWNS A CEMETERY.

WE'LL TAKE HIM THERE,

WE'LL BURY HIM

OURSELVES, RAY.

WHAT, ARE YOU NUTS?

RAY, HE'S GOTTA GO

IN THE GROUND:

SOMETIME, RAY.

YOU KNOW?

COME ON, MAN.

YOU AND ME:

AND THE BOYS, MAN.

WE'LL HAVE OUR OWN,

YOU KNOW,

LITTLE FUNERAL, MAN.

HEY, RAY. RAY!

COME ON, MAN.

YOU DON'T WANT

THE COPS HERE, MAN.

F***, WHO'S

MARK HAVE, MAN?

ALL HE HAS:

IS YOU, RAY.

[GUNSHOT]

MARK...

LOOK, I DON'T WANT THE COPS

IN THIS EITHER, MAN,

BUT THEY'RE GOING

TO WONDER WHERE THE HELL

HE IS AT WORK.

RAY, DRIVES, MAN.

[GUNSHOT]

I DIDN'T KNOW

THE GUN WAS LOADED, MAN.

[WATER RUNS]

YOU F***ING KILLED HIM!

GET THE F***

OUT OF HERE. YOU F***ING

KILLED HIM!

GET THE F*** OUT!

YOU F***ING

KILLED HIM!

YOU KNOW,

YOU KILLED A GUY!

Ray:
MARK,

COME HERE, MAN.

I GOT SOMETHING:

FOR YOU.

[GUNSHOT]

F***ING THREATENING ME

WITH A GUN.

Sal:
RAY, HIS BROTHER,

AND HIS FAMILY:

MOVED TO GRAVESEND

FROM NORTH CAROLINA

WHEN THEY WERE, LIKE,

14 YEARS OLD.

MOTHERF***ER!

I'LL KICK

YOUR F***ING ASS.

AND THAT DOG:

YOU'RE F***ING.

Sal:
A COUPLE

YEARS LATER,

THEIR PARENTS:

HAD PASSED AWAY.

AND RAY AND MARK

WERE LEFT TO LIVE ALONE.

MOTHERF***ER.

I NEVER HAD A HAPPY

HOLIDAY AS LONG:

AS I'VE LIVED HERE.

Sal:
HATE IS

THE BEST WAY TO EXPLAIN

THEIR RELATIONSHIP.

THE COPS WERE ALWAYS

AT THEIR HOUSE.

RAY, WHO WANTED TO BE

A MUSICIAN,

BUT WASN'T REALLY GOOD,

ALWAYS PLAYED HIS GUITAR

LATE AT NIGHT.

ONE TIME, MARK TOLD RAY

TO STOP PLAYING:

'CAUSE HE COULDN'T SLEEP,

BUT RAY DIDN'T STOP.

SO, MARK CAME DOWN

TO THE BASEMENT:

WITH A BUTCHER KNIFE

AND CHASED RAY:

DOWN THE BLOCK,

AND ALL THE WAY:

INTO MacDONALD'S

ON 24th AVENUE.

RAY, ONLY IN HIS UNDERWEAR,

GOT AWAY FROM MARK,

BUT WAS ARRESTED

FOR INDECENT EXPOSURE.

GET IN THERE,

MAN. HE THREATENED ME

WITH A GUN.

YO, MARK.

COME HERE,

MARK!

Sal:
BUT RAY ALWAYS

GOT BACK AT MARK.

ONE TIME, HE SLASHED

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