Heaven's Prisoners Page #4

You got a boat business.

You got a wife. You got a lot

to be thankful for.

So don't get in

nobody else's sh*t.

Now, we'll let the man

pay his tab.

Not for nothing, Toot.

I could eat a little something.

Let's eat.

That's all you think about...

that big, fat belly.

Hey.

Dave,

let the sheriff handle it.

The sheriff?

For God's sakes, that guy

is an ex-dry cleaner...

who looks like a frito salesman.

What the hell

is he going to do?

Jesus.

You look good, considering.

Minos Dautrieve.

The door was open.

I'm curious...

why a bunch of moral retards

who deal in dope and whores...

are suddenly

so interested in you.

How come

you didn't want me to know...

Johnny Dartez

was on that plane?

Was Dartez working for you?

He was.

Till he hitched a ride on

that plane rigged with a bomb...

and Bubba Rocque or somebody

that worked for Bubba...

blew him out of the sky.

Along with the other

four fucks on that plane.

Look, all I know

is I want Bubba off the board.

You're never going to do that

by squeezing his people.

No? And how is it you have

all this omniscient knowledge?

Hey, man, we grew up together.

I know Bubba Rocque.

We were in high school.

He was one of those guys

who was eating light bulbs...

and pushing thumb tacks

into his kneecaps.

You know what?

I think you may have

the delusion...

you're still a police officer.

And I want you

to drink it all up.

There you go.

I'm gonna go into New Orleans.

I'll be back tonight,

all right?

You're supposed to be in bed.

Ever since that plane went down,

the DEA has been here twice...

and we've had

our lives threatened.

Now, the sheriff

is a real nice guy...

who should be taking the stains

out of people's clothes.

This situation is not

gonna take care of itself.

I'm just going to go

straighten this out.

What's happening, Streak?

Well, I'll tell you

what's happening.

You are getting on a plane

for Key West, Florida.

Hey, what am I going to do

in Key West?

The boys down there

would rather watch you dance.

You're going to go to work

in a restaurant...

owned by a friend of mine.

That's what you're gonna do.

One of your A.A. pals?

I got enough troubles of my own

without...

getting my head shrunk

by a bunch of ex-drunks.

Hey, this is

a really nice restaurant.

A lot of famous people

go there.

Tennessee Williams

ate there one time.

Whoopee.

Listen, Dave...

I got plenty of fingers.

I'm sorry that happened.

That was my fault,

and I'm very sorry about that.

Forget about it.

Comes with my stage career.

- Robin!

- Hey!

I think you're already there,

baby doll.

Give me the damn thing.

No more bullshit.

I'm going to square what those

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