Love Lies Bleeding

...times when it all goes away.

Wrangle me up some fries, hang them

on the side of my car door?

You want chili cheese with those?

- How's your ulcer, Eddie?

- Like a scab that won't heal, man.

Ketchup will do, darling.

- Hey, boys.

- What's up?

Pollen.

Jesus, God, man.

You place me in good company.

Look, the money's close.

- Get me out, I'll get it back for you.

- Is that right?

Come on, Pollen,

I'm freezing my balls off here.

I imagine that's true.

Come on, Pollen, we go way back.

You're talking to me about things

that are really of no interest.

Where is my money?

Okay, look, listen,

this is not my fault, okay?

I took the money to make the buy,

like you said.

That's what I did. Then these

punk kids show up with guns blazing.

Took the money and the dope.

Ripped me off.

Bernie, I wanna believe you, I do.

You don't have

a great history with the truth.

Not this time. I'm telling the truth.

Now you are about as jacked up

as I have ever seen you.

Makes me wonder where you got this

stuff because you didn't have cash.

Jimmy The Leg. Jimmy The Leg.

You could ask him.

He did a major score last night.

He gave me a little bit this morning,

just to, you know, calm my nerves.

It didn't take.

Give me your hands.

My hands?

Come on, just offer up your hands.

I need you

to offer me up your hands.

Come on, what are you doing?

I just need to be sure.

It's just a new polygraph thing

I'm working on, kind of old-school.

Now, offer me your hands.

Get his hands.

Hey, hey, hey, Pollen, hey, man.

Pollen, Pollen, I swear

I'm telling the fucking truth, man.

Just calm down, all right?

I just wanna be sure, that's all.

Now, which one?

- What? What are you talking about?

- Do you want the right or the left?

- I'm telling the truth.

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