The Lookalike Page #2

fathers are in prison,

whose mothers now taken to drinking

a moonshiney-type palm wine,

so they're alcoholics, they're out of the

picture, and these kids are starving.

And it's a really vicious circle, and I

have a hard time not thinking about it

every time somebody comes

to buy a gram, you know?

They wanna get hopped up on

a Friday night, and I hear...

- I hear kids in Colombia crying,

- I'm sorry for the Colombians, okay?

Yeah. Whoa...

Hey. You okay?

And what are you calling

this show of yours?

- Joe's Grand Cooking Paradis.

- No, no, no, we dropped the "grand".

- Joe's Cooking Paradis.

- Are we sure? It loses something.

Your expectations,

and what's with the paradis?

Why can't you just say paradise?

- People respect the French.

- He's right.

And where are you guys filming

this Martha Stewart sh*t?

- Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Hey, how about a little more respect

for our cooking show

aspirations here, pal?

- Thank you, brother.

- Yeah.

Welcome, chef.

- Europe, by the way.

- Expensive.

Yeah, budget's sitting at about 200k.

How are you gonna fund it?

Oh, no, let me guess...

"Proudly brought to you by

Joe's Grand Cocaine paradis."

We dropped the "grand."

Alby's got a guy at the food network.

He says he's interested.

Look, the planet needs a "no vacancy"

sign when it comes to celebrity chefs.

I mean, we got them growing

out of our asses...

Sam, Sam, I'm trying to

turn a new leaf here. Okay?

If you can't stand the heat, don't enjoy

the "all you can eat" perks of my...

Kitchen.

Here you go.

Oh, look at you!

It's so... It's so good to see you.

I know.

Are you sure? About this?

I'm not going through with chemo again.

And I'm not waiting for

it to slowly claim me.

I'm ready.

You know what they say about nembutal.

Once you try it, you never look back.

Thank you, my beautiful friend.

Yes.

Now, go.

Hurry up. Get in. Get in. Get in.

Hey, that's Bobby's jag.

Go with the Camry or Bobby.

Let's go with Bobby.

Hello?

You okay in there?

Hey, come on. Open up.

- Help.

- Help? I'm trying...

Stop!

What do you mean, a lookalike?

Well, Willie got his validation,

last time he saw Sadie, she was 11.

So, all we have to

do is find a lookalike,

- give her a tutorial, and move ahead.

- God dammit.

- Well, when'd the coke arrive?

- Thursday.

I don't know, man.

What if Spinks finds out?

Well, I'd rather rot in a landfill,

then in prison, so...

Where the f*** are we

gonna find a lookalike?

F***.

You got her?

Hey, man, what if she's got birthmarks?

What?

What if she's got a mark

on her back or her thigh,

some sh*t that Spinks knows

about that's gonna trip us up.

I don't know, what if she's

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