Bad Turn Worse Page #3

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Where did you get it?

- I stole it from Giff.

- You what?

Yeah, walked right into his office.

Took it from his safe.

- F*** you, that's bullshit.

- Swear it.

One night, he got so drunk.

He started talking about crazy sh*t,

tells me... his favorite number,

gives me a whole spiel about it.

Guess what it is?

69. I mean,

he f***ing loves that number.

Says it's a symbol, says it represents

the best in human nature.

He even has a little saying about it.

69, I'll suck yours if you suck mine.

Yeah, it's kind of like

it's a golden rule.

Okay, so what the f***'s that have to do

with you breaking into his safe?

Well...

I figured it out. It's his pin number.

It's also his Powerball number, 696969.

Well, there's only five numbers, so...

the rest of it depends

on what he's feeling that day,

- but, most importantly, it's...

- The combo to his safe.

Yup.

It's gotta be the dumbest thing

I ever heard.

Yeah, kind of serves him right.

Can't believe you stole that money.

Just don't say anything, all right?

Hey, you boys are late.

You, come on, I need you.

What the f***, Giff?

What the f***, yourself.

I want some answers right now,

motherf***er.

You ask that bean burrito

where my f***ing money is.

What? Your money?

My f***ing money, my dinero.

I know that much spik speak, motherf***er.

Now, you fill in the rest.

You ask him where my f***ing money is.

Okay, Giff, okay.

- Ernesto, Ernesto,

- Come on, come on.

Sabes... donde la...

No, seor.

- No, see, Giff, he has no idea where it is.

- Sure he does, sure he does.

My f***ing money, my money,

in my office, in my safe,

where you f***ing broke into,

motherf***er.

Now I want to know

where my f***ing money is.

Wait, wait.

Ernesto... no tienes algo

de dinero para darle?

- Where's my f***ing money, b*tch?

- Wait!

- I could do this all day.

- Want me to do all f***ing day?

That's enough!

I could do it all f***ing day.

Is that what you want?

Where's my f***ing money?

Where's my f***ing money,

you son of a b*tch.

Give me my f***ing money.

I could do this all day, motherf***er.

Stop it!

He didn't take it.

He didn't take it, who the f*** did?

It's not like it got up

and walked out of here on it's own.

I did.

I took the money.

You took my money?

Yeah, I took it.

Why?

Why did you do that? He didn't take it.

Why? 'Cause he was supposed

to watch you.

He was supposed to keep you

from taking my money, and he didn't.

Plus, I wanted you to know

how serious I am.

You know how serious I am?

- Yes.

- Sure?

Okay, good. Where's my f***ing money?

I don't have it.

Where is it?

I s... I spent it.

Wait a minute.

Okay, let me get this straight.

You blew 20 f***ing grand

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