Message from the King Page #2

I'm looking for them. They've disappeared.

What did she say?

She's asking if you've checked the morgue.

All right, this is case number 4372.

Female African-American,

found in a dumpster up on Manchester.

Cause of death,

OD from prescribed psychiatric medication.

Seems the dumpster was her home.

- Not her.

- Yeah. All right.

Back up, back up.

Nah. It's the wrong demographic.

Mid-50s, found in a bathtub,

trying to pretend she was a fish.

All right, number 4410 right here.

Yeah, I remember you, baby.

Found in a stolen vehicle

up on West Olympic.

Cause of death,

blunt force trauma to the head.

Made the Channel 4 news.

We had one just like this

a couple years back.

Gang sh*t.

Man, them motherfucking gangs these days.

Come on, tell me this ain't her.

It's not her.

God be praised.

Or are you all up into Allah and sh*t?

I gotta say something here.

You exotic Negroes

is some cold-blooded motherfuckers.

Most people be in the john by now...

Okay, enough of that.

Just use your mouth.

Oh.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wrong room.

It's the only room with the porno working,

so I gotta keep it free.

Here you go.

You're in 210 now.

Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. King.

Now what the...

What the f*** do you want, man?

What the f***?

Get him!

F***! You're f***ing with the wrong guy!

Oh, God!

Ah, sh*t!

You killed my sister. You tortured her!

Why? Why?!

- They told us to.

- Who told you?

Give me back my f***ing phone!

Whoever you work for, tell them

this was a message from the King.

Trish, open up the f***ing door.

I know you're in there.

Open the f***ing door!

Open the f***ing door!

I swear to God,

I'm gonna break this door down.

Where is your girlfriend?

Listen, man, we've had enough trouble

with your sister already.

So I'd really appreciate it

if you leave Trish alone.

Whoo!

What the hell were you doing in there?

- Bill, stop.

- Stop!

Why do you always have to get

so f***ed up?

- Stop.

- Come here.

You must be Jacob.

- What the f*** is wrong with you?

- Bianca's brother, right?

So, how long are you in town for?

I'm glad you made it.

What's wrong? You look a little tense.

Are you okay?

- We need to talk.

- Okay, let's talk.

Did you do this with Bianca?

Mm-hmm.

You do other things with her?

Is that why he hates her?

Your boyfriend?

I liked her. She liked me.

Mm.

And I like you.

Did Bianca do a lot of blow?

Mm-hmm.

Did she score it for you?

Mm-hmm.

She turned me on to Zico's boy, Frankie.

Deals on wheels.

Who is Zico?

Hmm?

- How do you know him?

- He's one of Alex's boys.

Shh.

What are you doing?

- What the f***?

- I'm sorry.

- What the f***?

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

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