Bad Asses Page #3

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I'm running

real thin on patience.

How long was he selling? Okay, okay.

A few months.

But he was only doing it

to support his family.

He was gonna quit once he

turned pro this weekend.

Man, he didn't want you to know.

He knew how

disappointed you'd be.

And what about you?

Come on.

Where we going?

To see your friends.

Wait, wait. No. No, I can't, man.

They'll kill me.

Uh, no, they won't. Why not?

Because if you don't take me

to 'em, I will kill you first.

Now come on.

You sure I need to

be here for this?

Step back.

Oh, sh*t!

Hey, hey, we're pacifists.

And vegans.

No.

No, no.

All right, listen up, gentlemen.

Anybody in here tries

to get in touch...

with my friend, Mr. Tucson...

either by phone, text,

e-mail or Instagram...

or any other form

of communication...

I'll kill you.

Now, do we understand

each other?

Okay. I'll take that as a "Yes, Mr.

Vega, we understand."

Come on, Tucson. Let's go.

Coming.

Well, no.

Not exactly to that extent.

But what I can tell you is that

we are making great strides...

implementing safety and law

enforcement measures to-.

How should I say it?

Preserve peace and

extend the lives...

of the citizens of

our great country.

Ah, hijo mio, Adolfo.

I want you to meet the senator and

his lovely wife, Mrs. Raskin.

- This is my son, Adolfo.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Senator. Mrs. Raskin.

I'm sorry to interrupt, but I

need to speak to you in private.

Es importante. Of course.

Please excuse me for

just one moment.

I do apologize.

Shut up!

You've given

me a place to go...

and a reason to get up in the morning.

You've been like a second dad to me.

And I love you.

Bernie!

Hey, come on! Open up!

I- I wanna buy a case!

Bernie!

Aw, sh-Hey!

Come on! Are you in there?

Bernie!

I'll take my business

somewhere else!

B*tch. Damn.

Hey!

One, two, three, four

a**holes in front of me.

Five, six-I'd better

find a big stick.

This smart-ass is him.

Hey. Didn't I beat your

ass, like, a few days ago?

You made a big mistake

by coming over.

Next time I'll bring a dessert.

Smart-ass old bastard.

Hell of a way to go out.

You know, your boy Manny, he went

out crying like a little b*tch.

Get up!

Clear out, guys.

It's time to meet

your maker, old man.

You okay, Vega?

I didn't need your help.

You could've fooled me.

Come on.

Yeah, here we go.

You broke my f***ing ribs.

Okay, who killed Manny?

F*** you.

F*** me?

Who killed Manny?

Stop!

You're a little sensitive there.

All right, now,

who killed Manny?

Okay!

God-Stop!

Okay, okay. It was Adolfo.

It was Adolfo.

He ordered the hit.

Where can I find Adolfo?

F*** you.

Oh, God.

Don't.

I don't know.

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