Never Die Alone Page #4

He's hurt real bad.|Real bad.

- F***!|- I f***ed up. I know. But we gotta get him to a doctor.

- Stupid motherfuck!|- Moon! Moon, you still there?

- Moon!|- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Listen to me, Mike.|We can't take any more chances.

Where are you right now?

Uh, 1 1 8 and, uh--|1 1 8 and Third.

There's a parking garage|on 1 27 th.

Tell the owner that I sent you.

Drive in the back,|park your car in the back.

- You got that?|- Yeah. Yeah.

I'm-a have some of my boys|bring over a clean car...

and-and we gonna take Blue|to the hospital.

- Are you clear on that, Mike?|- Yes. Yes.

Is there anybody else|in the car with you besides Blue?

- No.|- Mike, listen to me.

You did good, baby.|You did good. Sh*t like this happens.

You know how I take care|of our family, take care of my own.

I'm just glad you came to me first.

- Calm down and get to the garage.|- All right. Thanks.

Mike? Are you sure|you can trust him?

He's all we got right now,|all right? Just drive.

Jesus Christ.

Sh*t.|Goddamn Mike.

Now I gotta worry about|the f***in' cops again.

Hit the f***in' button.|Hit the button.

- Red, Alvin.|- Yo, boss. What's up?

I got a job for ya.

It's not fair...|after all I've been through...

everything I've done.

- It can't end like this.|- Save your strength.

Talkin;|It helps ease the pain.

It's all I have left.

I'm not gonna make it.

- Just leave me here.|- You're gonna be okay.

I'm gonna take you to the hospital,|and I'm gonna stay there...

as long as I need to|until I'm sure you're okay.

Brothers see each others|buying it every day in the street.

No one lifts a finger.

White boy like you comes along,|saves my life.

It's crazy.

Help! Help! I've got a man|hurt real bad in here!

- Whoa. Whoa, whoa.|- Come on, help!

I got a son, you know,|I never knew.

Maybe you could find him.

Tell him his old man|was a warrior.

- Sir, you can't go any further.

Oh, my God.

- You should take off.|- I'm not leaving you.

Oh, God.

Hold on, dog, all right?

Here they come.

Stay with him.

No!

Baby, girl.|Oh, God! Jesus!

Oh, God. I got you.|I got you. I got you.

Shh. I got you.|Oh,Jes-- I got you.

I got you. I got you.

You gonna be all right.|You gonna be all right. I got you.

I got-- I ain't goin' nowhere.

Don't leave me. No, don't--

Don't leave. Don't leave! No!

Oh! No!

Ella.

Ella, don't leave me.

Don't leave me! Oh, God!

- Mr. Paskoff?|- Yeah.

He didn't make it.|I'm sorry.

Well, uh, I guess we... tried.

That should be worth somethin'.

Yes. Look, if you'll come with me, sir.

There are some formalities|we have to go over.

- ''Formalities''?|- Yeah.Just a couple of questions we have.

Like I told you before,|I didn't know the man.

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