Half Past Dead 2 Page #4

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Hey, Ellie.

You look great.

You changed your hair, didn't you?

-I like it.

-Thanks.

-How's school, baby?

-It's summer.

Oh, sorry.

-No, this is it, Bernard. I'm leaving.

-Wait, wait, hold on.

All right, now.

I gotta tell you something.

I am getting out, okay?

-I just--

-Forget you, Bernard.

Just listen to me, okay?

Damn.

What I'm talking about

has to do with our future.

Okay. All right. You know,

this better be real good.

It is good. Now, I got a plan.

-A plan?

-Yeah, a plan.

It's gonna get us rich.

What the hell are you thinking?

You gonna get rich in here?

You sound like some kind of fool.

Who are you talking to?

Now, just listen to me.

Me getting transferred here

was a part of the plan.

-What you mean?

-I mean...

...I got transferred here

on purpose.

Now I know you's a fool.

Man, listen. I got about a month

to get up out this joint, okay?

-You mean, escape?

-Just keep it down!

I am not having no fugitive husband.

And I for sure ain't having

no fugitive baby daddy.

Now, what I'm about to do

is gonna set us up for life.

-Really? Man, are you serious?

-Trust me.

And then I'll get you

anything you want.

All I want is for you to come home.

Well, listen to me, baby. I could set up

a little ''home sweet home'' right here.

Set up one of those little conjugal

visiting rooms, you know what I mean.

-Slide you something special.

-Really? You could make that happen?

You know I can. They don't call me

''The Alaskan Pipeline'' for nothing.

Oh, I mean, really, for real

we can really get a room, baby?

Yeah. Twitch will take care of it.

But I heard you have to arrange those

visits, like, weeks in advance, Bernard.

And plus I think you gotta be married.

Didn't I say Twitch will take care of it?

-Really?

-Now give it to me, give it here.

Oh, chubblies.

-Don't look at me.

-Let's go, time's up.

Sh*t. One month.

Mind your business.

I'm gonna be leaving.

-What do you mean?

-Me and Mom are moving to Dallas.

Dallas?

So I don't know when I'll be able

to visit you again.

This is your mother's idea, isn't it?

Please don't be mad at her, okay?

I'm gonna start college next year...

...so I probably won't have the chance

to visit you.

You know, I'd like to spend more time

with you, but you're stuck in here, Dad.

And I know it wasn't your fault,

but it happened.

Look at me, Ellie.

Just tell me you know

how much I love you, baby.

What you gonna do with that?

Angel about to bless you.

But I ain't sneezed.

-Man up, little nigga.

-Oh, hell, no.

Get off me, man.

Wait, hold on. Wait. Wait.

F***!

Damn it.

Get off me. God.

Cherise is waiting for me.

Honeymoon suite be ready

in about 1 0 minutes.

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