Half Past Dead 2 Page #3

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We have a deal, right?

Right?

We got the deal.

Okay.

So you Burke, huh?

Ain't that your name?

You know, I heard that you don't

deal with none of the gangs and....

You don't fool with none of that, huh?

Angel's scared of you.

Cortez is afraid of you.

They afraid of me too, you know.

You know, I don't play too much, man.

You a loner, huh?

I'm a loner too,

you know what I'm saying.

Ain't too much I do, you know.

I don't really, you know, get involved--

Shut up and keep it that way.

-I'm only trying to make it a little easier.

-Don't.

So what you in for anyway, man?

What, you killed somebody?

What, you robbed a bank

or something?

I was thinking about doing

something like that myself, man.

-You could tell me. l'm your boy, man.

-Shut up, will you?

Damn.

Whatever. Sh*t.

You know, if you don't wanna talk

all you gotta do is just say it.

I'm just trying to communicate

with you, you know.

I don't wanna talk.

That's cool.

Here, sit at number three.

You're not gonna see Dad?

Honey, I have nothing to say

to your dad.

Fine.

It's your time.

Gotta go see my woman, man.

Gonna go do it big.

I'm gonna talk to you later, huh?

Good conversation.

Don't you listen in on my conversation.

Be cool.

Rise, Rise, Rise.

You just had to go and get

your little butt sent to Missouri.

-That's a good thing, ain't it?

-A good thing?

It's harder knowing that you're so close

and I still can't see you.

I know, I know, babe, but look--

And then it's two more weeks

before I can see your sorry ass again.

-I just can't do it, Bernard.

-What's with all this ''Bernard'' sh*t?

I told you,

don't you call me Bernard here.

My name's Twitch. Twitch.

Don't you forget that, woman.

Don't you ''woman'' me, Bernard.

I put up with enough from you, okay?

I looked the other way

when you had that fat-ass girlfriend.

What was you doing with her anyway?

All she was gonna do was give you

some fat-ass children.

That wasn't fat, that was muscle.

Look, I know, baby, a lot of times

it seems like I take you for granted--

Oh, you take me for granted

all the time.

I ain't that bad.

I got you the ring, didn't I?

This sh*t probably ain't even real.

I don't know when you plan

on having the wedding...

...but I am calling it off.

Yes, I'm calling it off, okay?

Your momma gonna be so upset.

Wait, wait, hold on, hold on, baby.

Hold on, now.

I know I make a lot of promises.

Yeah. You make a lot of promises,

like you gonna marry me...

...like you love me,

like you gonna get parole.

-But--

-You never deliver on the promises.

Ever. How am I supposed to trust you?

First of all, I am getting parole, Cherise.

-When?

-Soon.

Hello, Amy.

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