Land of the Dead Page #2
You've got to
get out of there. Cholo?
God damn it!
All right, Foxy,
shop till you drop, baby.
You know it, brother.
Yeah, 'cause
getting them stinking drunk...
is the only way
you're gonna get laid.
When's the last
time you got laid? I forget.
Fox, I don't care about love.
All I care about is money.
That's all I want, baby.
Yes.
Foxy!
I can't
get a shot. Cholo, hold on.
I got him. Cholo, I got him!
Bro, do me a favor, will you?
Next time, just let me
take the f***ing shot.
F***ing cowboy.
Stop being a p*ssy, man.
Yeah, I got what I need.
A little something extra, too.
Nice.
Here, kid, pick that up.
I'm bit.
Yeah, you're bit.
Gonna get you out of here, okay?
No. I will not become
one of those things.
Riley, step aside.
No, you put that thing away.
Riley, come on. Step aside.
I said put it away.
This is Riley. Cease fire.
Repeat, cease fire.
Let's pack it up.
We're going to call it a night.
Sh*t happens, right?
Only if you let it, Charlie.
Life goes on
at Fiddler's Green...
in the heart of one of America's
oldest and greatest cities.
Bordered on three sides
by mighty rivers...
Fiddler's Green offers luxury living
in the grand old style.
Dine at one of
six fine restaurants.
Look for that perfect gift in our fully-stocked
shopping mall.
Man, they sure did
used to make it sound nice.
Still sounds nice to me.
There is a difference between
If you can appreciate
that difference...
You're not
going to be around no more?
You little b*tch, you can come up
and party with me any time you want.
Cholo.
Sh*t. Let's
get out of here, Foxy.
Yeah, man. Back off, Riley.
Just back the f*** off
'cause I am not in the mood.
You think that kid was in the
mood? Look, he knew the risk, man.
He took the job like we all
took the job knowing the risk.
Exactly, the job. You know
what the job is, Cholo?
that people need.
Not to make a few extra bucks
selling liquor on the street.
What, you're talking
about this?
This is for me and my
new friends, to celebrate.
That's what that's for.
A kid died out there
on the street tonight...
so that you can
f***ing celebrate.
Riley, you know what you remind
me of? You remind me of my old man.
A nice guy. I loved him and
all that but he was a dumbass.
Never went for anything,
so he never had anything.
What do you got, Riley? Nothing.
I'm going to have my own place, man.
My own goddamn place.
You're dreaming, Cholo.
They won't let you in there.
They wouldn't let me in there.
We're the wrong kind.
Yeah, well, we'll see.
Isn't it time?
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