Message from the King Page #3

I'm sorry. No, no, come here.

Look at me, look at me.

Hey, look at me. Nothing happened.

Nothing happened.

No...

Nothing happened.

Nothing happened.

Nothing happened.

Come here. Come here.

How much for an eight ball?

- Sorry?

- You heard me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Does he think I'm dealing or something?

That's what I've been told.

- Patricia, who is this guy?

- It's Bianca's brother.

- Really?

- Mm-hmm.

It's good to meet you, mate. Welcome.

What brings you to this neck of the woods?

I'm looking for Bianca.

Right.

I haven't actually seen her

for a while, I'm afraid.

It's like everyone in this f***ing place.

They're here one minute, gone the next.

F***ing nomadic culture, you know?

Yeah.

I have to wonder why

she'd lose touch with her dealer,

with her drug problem and all that.

Keep your f***ing voice down, mate.

And I'm not a dealer, okay?

I deal in pleasure, and I deliver it

to a very select f***ing few.

You get to cussing when you get nervous,

did you know that?

'Course I'm f***ing nervous.

You're going around shouting

that I'm some shithead dealer.

It's a reasonable question.

You are her dealer.

You probably know where she is. Do you?

- You're off.

- What?

You're off the f***ing list. Jesus Christ.

What the f*** is your problem?

I mean, who even talks

to someone like that?

Yes, he's here.

Of course I'm f***ing sure.

I was talking to him, mate.

Hey, what are you doing?

You didn't answer my question.

Why did they kill Bianca?

- I don't...

- Why?

All right. All right.

All right, she f***ing...

- Tell me.

- She pissed them off.

She had something that they wanted.

I don't know what the f*** it was though.

I swear I don't know.

- Pissed who off? Pissed who off?

- The guys Zico works for.

Who does he work for?!

All right. It's the... It's th...

It's the Du... The Duke.

All right.

He's called the f***ing Duke, I swear.

Let him go!

Get inside!

Go tell Duke.

That's not mine.

He's gonna f***ing kill me.

I saw you out there.

Um...

About earlier...

you know...

the guy at the motel?

I wanted to say thank you.

For what?

For not, um...

I don't f*** them.

You have to keep a roof

over your head.

Nay?

Let me see that.

Wow.

She's pretty.

Who is she?

So, what are you doing

in this shitty ass place?

You mean here? Or Los Angeles?

Both.

Is it about her?

You looking for her?

Everybody's looking for something

in this place.

You come here looking

for the one thing in the world

that you think is gonna make you happy.

And then after a few years...

all you wanna do is get the hell out.

Have you ever seen this place in the rain?

It's like rotting cardboard. Same smell.

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