Miami Blues Page #6

I don't know.

My problem is | that I can have...

everything and anything | that I want...

but I don't know | what I want.

Tell me again about that | Burger World franchise.

OK.

You need $50,000.

You borrow another 50,000 | from Burger World...

and you wait for an opening.

But why? | What's the purpose?

To make a living, | that's all.

You hire kids, so you | can pay 'em nothing.

And you watch 'em | real close...

or they will | steal you blind.

And...and you save | your money...

and you buy | a nice little house...

with a white picket fence.

And you live | happily ever after.

I tell you what. | Let's go straight...

to the "happily | ever after" part, OK?

I can't see any point...

in hanging out | at a Burger World...

no matter how much money | you're gonna make.

It's stupid.

You can forget about | Burger World, honey.

I'm gonna | take care of you...

and you're gonna | take care of me.

That's our purpose.

Do you know any | married people today?

Hmm? They're a team.

They pull together, | and they get rich.

They got it all.

And you know | that little house...

you were just | talking about?

I rented us one | in Coral Gables today.

Oh, Junior.

That's what you were | up to all day?

I'm gonna take | such good care of you.

Mm-hmm.

He was a big guy, man. | Bigger than you.

Got up from the table, | said he was homicide.

Pulled a badge?

After he whacks the dude.

It was cold, man, ice cold.

Thanks, Blink.

What do I owe you?

It's on the house, bro.

Come on.

I like the air conditioning | on frozen.

Me, too.

1/2 ounce. | Primo, man.

Thanks, man.

Hey, half that's mine.

F*** you! I sold it. | I keep the money.

These are my contacts. | They're my people.

I don't give a sh*t | about your contacts.

Don't turn your back. | I'm tired of your sh*t.

Get out of my face!

Police! Freeze!

Stand over there.

Put that on. | Right through there.

You know what to do, | Shorty.

Hey!

I don't believe this.

I'm gonna let | you two guys go...

with a little warning.

Don't get caught.

Sh*t!

Police! Don't move!

You can go now.

Give me your wallet!

Come on, man. | Move it...

Police! Drop it!

I said drop it.

Shoot him!

Make it, Julio.

Comprendo?

Yeah. Yeah.

That's my purse!

Stop him!

Stop! Somebody | please help me!

Go get him.

Thank you, officer.

Yeah, that's great, lady.

But...you're a cop!

Hey! Police! Police!

You have anything | against broccoli...

cauliflower, | stuff like that?

I don't want to talk | about that at this time.

Oh.

What are you going to do | now that we're married?

Take care of the house, | shop, fix dinner.

Take care of the babies.

Is that what | you'd like to do?

Be a mother?

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