Bones Page #4

...like big corporation big,|big government big.

One word,|three little letters-

Y- E-S. That's all|it's going to take.

We can move out of this dump,|hit the big time-

...big houses,|legitimate business, the works.

That's your dream, not mine.

I don't ever want|to leave this street.

Never.

Status quo is totally|cool with me, baby.

I hear you, Jimmy.|I'm with you, baby.

- Be good.|- All right, baby.

I hear you, Jimmy.

You got all the status...

...and I ain't got nothin'|but the quo.

Officer Slupovich...

...aka Loopy Lou.

It's not your style...

...is it, Eddie Mack...

...killing off|your customers?

I ain't killed nobody.

You want me to rack 'em up?|Play a game?

Too bad.|No time to play today.

Got your tip.

Confiscated the whole stash.

That's fair enough...|for the sh*t.

Don't you think I deserve|something a little extra...

...for knocking out|the competition?

Sh*t, you was just doing|your motherfuckin' job.

The last thing you need...

...is for me to start doing|my f***ing job.

Give that motherf***er|his money.

That's more like it.

That's the cost of|doing business.

Maybe you can deduct it|on your taxes.

F*** you.

What's up with Jeremiah|selling that building?

What?

That's ridiculous, Patrick.

So how exactly did crack|get in the ghetto, Pop?

By magic?|How did it fly in there?

Like the man said,|we don't own that many planes.

Stop poisoning your mind|with that ghetto paranoia.

That's the ways of people|justifying their own failure.

No, no, no, Dad.

The man has been lying to us|for a hundred years.

Thank you.

I'm still waiting for|my 40 acres and a mule.

You wouldn't know a mule|if one bit you in the ass.

Personally, I don't need a mule.

I've got myself a Lexus.

And nobody gave it to me.

Please, Pops-

I'd like to see the news,|please.

...in the strange|disappearance...

...of those two State College|fraternity brothers.

Now, Patrick, I'm telling-

Slick.

What is that?|What's that all about?

- Nothin'.|- What were you gonna say?

Some terrible sh*t, Pops.

Better watch your mouth, boy.

Those boys had no business|messing around down there.

You go places where|you're not meant to be...

...and that's what you get.

Isn't that your old hood, Pops?

Yes, that's my old hood...

...and it took some doing|to get out of there.

You just be glad that I did...

...so you can start your life|here instead of down there.

Shouldn't we|maybe be down there?

Doing something about it,|making it better?

It can't be done, Patrick!

That place has already|died and gone to hell.

Want me to get that, honey?

No, I'll get it.

Al Lupovich.|Long time no see.

I'll be just a second, honey.

What the f*** do you want?

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