Heaven's Prisoners Page #3

A guy who runs drugs for Bubba.

For Bubba Rocque?

I know you, right? You're a cop.

Nope.

Now, come on, man.

I got two big talents.

One is as a mixologist,

the other's for faces.

I'm no cop.

Maybe not anymore.

Don't you remember me?

It's Jerry something-or-other,

right?

You went up the road

about five years ago...

for bashing in

some tired, wheezing...

broken-down old man

with a lead pipe.

Ain't that right, Jerry?

How was Angola, brother?

Can I buy you a drink,

lieutenant?

As I recall, you used to get

kind of thirsty...

about this time of day.

Hey, you're

getting in my face, partner.

So?

So right about now

I'm thinking...

your head would make

a real nice toilet brush.

I ain't no swinging dick.

I know better than to f*** with

the wrong people.

Don't I, Robin?

He ain't no swinging dick.

Hey, listen, you didn't hear

anything from me, all right?

Bubba's crazy, Dave.

I've known Bubba my whole life.

There's nothing

you can tell me about him...

that I haven't heard before.

Take care now, darling.

Oh, Dave, you remember that man,

rent from us this morning...

the one talk funny,

not from around here, no?

No, I don't,

but what about him?

He run the boat up on the bar

and bust off the propeller.

- You want me to go get him?

- No.

- I'll go. Where is he?

- South of the four corners.

You ask him

where he come from...

he don't know how to keep

the boat on the bayou, no.

What's the trouble, partner?

Batist says

you ran over a sandbar.

Let's have a look.

Nice and easy, motherf***er.

Don't look up, my friend.

That would change

everything for us...

and make things real bad

for you.

Looks like it hurts.

Now, you can

get out of this easy...

or Toot could

sculpt your ears over...

and make your head

look like a f***ing mannequin.

He'd love to do it for you.

He was a voodoo priest or some

f***ing thing down in Haiti.

Tell him what you did

to Robin, Toot.

You talk too much, get finished.

Want to eat.

- Guess what he did to her.

- F*** you.

What?

You heard me. I said f*** you.

Whatever you do to me here,

I'm going to square.

And if I don't,

I got friends who will.

Yeah? I got news for you.

You're still breathing 'cause

I'm in a good f***ing mood.

When you start talking

to somebody else's whores...

when you start

poking your nose...

into other people's sh*t,

you got to pay the man.

That's the rules.

Old time homicide roach

ought to know that.

Hey, Robin got off easy.

Put her finger in the door,

broke it for her.

Come on, man. I'm hungry.

All right, I'm going

to wrap this up for you...

'cause you're starting

to remind me...

of a dog down there.

You got a house.

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