Asylum

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He's lying.

You think?

Everything that comes out

of his mouth is a lie.

Well, what do you wanna do?

What the f*** you mean

"what I wanna do?"...

Go cut off his fingers!

Hang on,

I think I can make him talk.

Who gives a sh*t?

I found the lighter.

Well...

Fine, you wanna make him talk,

knock yourself out.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,

the only reason your not

being chopped up...

into little pieces

right now is...

because I convinced my man

over there, you'd tell the truth.

So come on do me a solid, huh?...

The truth will set you free.

You think

I don't know that, man?

I've known that ever

since my Grandmother...

was whipping it out of me...

when I was growing up

on the south side.

I been in this business

long enough...

I done seen enough mother f***ers

get there ass smoked to know...

that at the end of the day

the truth is all that matters.

Now I don't know

if you actually give a sh*t...

about somebody making

some crank in some school bus,

or if you're just trying to

figure out why everybody's dead.

All I can do is tell you

what happened.

Packed everything?

You took long enough.

Look, Eddie, I know you think...

I am some sort of

back stabbing whore...

you can trust me.

I gotta tell you something, Lexy,

I don't believe in a lot of sh*t...

I believe in God,

I believe in strength...

...I don't know why but I trust you.

I believe you.

I gotta tell you something, ok...

What?

I lied.

Stop.

You know what we want to hear.

Why you talking about some hooker

that gets her head blown off?

Cut his f***ing fingers off!

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa,

Hold the f*** up...

you know none of this sh*t

would have happened...

if Junior hadn't called us in the

first place, let me start over.

Hello?

Yo, guess who this is...

You're on caller I.D. Junior.

Ahhh, yo, I didn't think

your ass could read, Son!

Yo, check this out since you're

feeling so f***ing smart today...

Inspector f***ing Gadget,

where the f*** is my dad?

I haven't seen him.

What you mean you

haven't seen him?

He was supposed to call me,

like an hour ago!

Oh, Oh! You know what?

Come to think of it...

I still haven't seen him.

That's really funny,

for a f***ing retard.

Tell you what, find my dad...

or I'm gonna make you

clean my bathroom.

You know I changed

that punks diaper once.

What's he want man?

Supposed to meet

his dad an hour ago.

He didn't show.

Here you are sir.

Is this chicken?

Yes, sir that's chicken parmesan.

Why would you bring it

to my table?

Because that is

what you ordered sir.

You're telling me

I don't know what I ordered.

Rocky...

Be easy...

The whole ride over here,

Eddie, what did I talk about?

Veal Parmesan...

Veal Parmesan!

Now you're telling me

I ordered chicken.

It says here that

you ordered chicken, sir.

Oh really?

I will get you your veal.

Don't you know you're not

supposed to yell at the waiter,

until after you get your food.

For all you know

he's probably back...

there rubbing out

some special sauce for...

your veal parm right now...

So the boss is missing huh?

Maybe I should call his driver,

what's his name?

Chester.

Hey Chester what's up man?

It's Eddie.

What do you want? What?

What the f*** you mean "What?"

Where's the Old Man at man?

Listen, this is bullshit!

I already told Junior

I don't know where he is.

What's up?

I don't know.

Maybe we should check it out.

Yeah, let's get outta here, man.

You know,

I really don't hate working.

It pays the bills so I can take

the kids to the game on Sunday.

Deal a little.

Collect a little.

If Junior was asking me

to make the f***ing coffee,

I'd be cool with that.

Yeah, but he didn't ask you

to get coffee, did he Eddie?

He asked me and Rock to

look for his dad.

Our boss.

The Mother F***ing King

sh*t of Youngstown.

And from the nervous tone

in Chester's voice...

I knew this was gonna be bad.

Eddie, you coming?

F***ing Junior.

He thinks he can

just treat everyone like sh*t.

The only thing that punk ever did

was squirt out his daddy's nut.

Life's a lottery baby.

You and me bought losing tickets.

What're you doing?

I'm putting in hollow points.

I still have jackets in there

from when I was at the range.

.45 with hollow points,

blow your head right off.

What you got?

I got a gun.

It's got bullets in it.

Jesus, look at this dump man.

What the hell is Al paying,

minimum wage?

Look at this sh*t hole.

No! Ahh, Damn it!

Where's Al, Chester?

How the f***

should I know where he is?

He gave me the day off alright.

You know what...

Where the f*** is Al?!

All right, all right I'll tell you

whatever you wanna know...

just put the gun down alright.

Hey, take it easy man.

Let's give the man a chance.

That's what I'm giving him,

a chance to save his ass.

All right.

I drove Al out to this shack out

in the woods all right.

He said something about

somebody cooking up...

some meth without his say so.

F***.

He goes inside and

the whole f***ing thing explodes.

You saying Al's dead?

There wasn't nothing

I could f***ing do about it,

you think I knew the place

was booby-trapped?

What's up punk?

Where's my f***ing Dad huh?

Where is my Dad...

F***er!

Ahh, Jesus!

If something happened to the Big A,

sh*t's gonna hit the fan.

Let's you and me

stay on the level.

The last thing we need,

is for Junior to think...

that we are into whatever shady

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