McCanick Page #3

Sit here.

Okay, you fellas,

you ever play...

You ever play spin the pistol?

Okay.

Mm.

Louis?

F***.

Your turn.

What do you hear from Weeks?

Who?

Who?

I... I don't know.

I met him once.

Huh?

I don't know that guy.

Huh?

Oh.

Oh.

you're pretty tough.

Staring at a nutso cop.

you're tough.

Yeah, I'm tough.

Yeah.

Yo, Louis.

Take my gun.

What?

Go ahead. It's all right.

Pick up the f***ing gun.

Nice piece, huh?

You ever hold a colt .45?

It's heavy...

And delicate...

It's like a newborn baby.

But you gotta be careful...

'Cause newborns

they got a soft spot.

And you push too hard on the soft spot,

you do damage.

Point it at fat f***.

Name ain't fat f***.

I don't give a sh*t what his name is.

Point the piece.

Point the piece.

You don't want fat f***'s brains

all over your shitty-ass apartment, do you?

Oh, no-no-no. you're not

doin' it right. Now...

Come here. Come here.

Now, I told you.

Right?

Delicate.

Okay?

Gentle, like a baby.

All right? Okay.

So...

Weeks.

I don't know.

Mah!

F***!

Where is he?

I just said that I don't know!

Mah! Fat f***, you stay f***in' put!

Come on, McCanick!

Leave him alone!

Weeks, Weeks.

Where the f*** is he? Boom!

I...I saw him last week. He's clean!

Where?

The old neighborhood.

Thanks, gentlemen.

Good game.

Roach coach.

On Cecil B. and 19th.

Enjoying your salad?

It ain't f***in' salad.

It's crudite.

What the f***, what is that?

German? Crudite.

It's French.

What the f*** you reading, anyway?

Well, it's just this, uh...

It's a book on management.

What kind of management?

I dunno. You know like, uh...

Like how to supervise

large groups of people,

companies, departments.

You know? Whatnot, and stuff like that.

I probably should've

read something like that.

It's good you're readin' that book.

Oh, yeah?

It's good for a kid like you.

Oh. just like clockwork.

I hate pawnshops.

They are the unwiped a**holes of commerce.

That is a horrible image.

Yeah.

Now, who is, who is the twinkie?

Uh, think the name is "Gubb."

One of the guys?

What guys?

The f***ing... the Russians. You know?

That f***ed up the...

Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yes.

Yes, yes, yeah. Probably.

Let's nab the f***er.

We gotta tail him.

You got him? Yeah, he's up here.

Come on, little minivan.

Well, f***in' pass this guy.

How am I gonna pass him?

Where am I gonna pass him?

Well, f***ing go around!

Go around? Like on the f***in' sidewalk?

Or go over him?

Where the hell am I gonna go?

Do you see him?

Yeah-yeah, he's still there.

He's still there.

Oh, come on, little minivan lady.

Will you just go?

Will you just go, go, go-go-go?

I hate these f***ing minivans.

Go back to the suburbs, would ya?

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