Righteous Kill Page #3

- Yeah.

What are you talking about?

What did Underdog do

all the time?

He was always shining shoes

and whenever Sweet Polly Purebred

would call out to him,

his dog ears would pick it up

and he'd rescue her.

Yeah, but what did he do

when he needed his super strength?

He'd go to his ring, remember?

Pull out a pill, pop it.

Holy sh*t, you're right.

He was a little f***ing speed freak.

So what's the business?

How about a QP?

You're good for a QP.

The f*** you want with QP?

l'm going skiing with friends,

a lot of friends.

- Where?

- Aspen, Colorado.

Sh*t. l'm sure you can

score one in Aspen.

Not your primo brand.

You ski?

Sure. My whole life.

Come on, l don't have all day.

Why don't you put down your jacket,

stay a little while?

What do you think?

Actually,

l've got to run.

l have a major lPO

closing in an hour, so...

You know, stress will kill you.

You gotta chill out.

l'm as chill as l get.

What do you want to do?

You know, every once in a while...

one of you Upper East Side b*tches

gets popped,

tries to to roll over

on a nigga like me.

You're scared now.

Looks like the cavalry

come to rescue you.

Can l help you, gentlemen?

Yeah, let us in, Spider.

l'm sorry, there's no one here

by that name.

- Let us in.

- We only want to talk to you.

See, l know how to look

and l know where to look.

Come to papa.

lt always hurts the first time.

You all right?

Why wouldn't she be all right?

We're watching TV.

How the f*** is she gonna get hurt

watching TV?

She could have seen or heard

something that scared her.

- Like what?

- Like some big f***ing mutt

shooting his bug fat

f***ing mouth off.

Wasn't nobody here fitting that description

till a minute ago.

l'm gonna show you ugly,

you f***ing mother--

- We've said enough.

- Oh, you finna bring your wife up in here?

That's it. That's it.

Let's go. lt's okay.

- You okay?

- Yeah, l'm okay. l'm okay.

You want your wire back?

Firearm!

No, Stubby, no!

Get down.

Get the f*** down!

Come on.

The fat one's dead.

Well, that went well.

Oh, sh*t, you're bleeding.

l need EMS. Subject shot,

Really, l tried my best.

You're doing just fine, Counsel.

You're doing just fine. Just relax.

Hey, guys, if you ever

need a lawyer...

Yeah, okay.

You bet.

ln good old days

we used to

let the perp bleed out

and call off the ambulance.

- Calm calm calm.

- F***ing lowlife.

You made your point.

You made your point.

Tough little b*tch, ain't you,

kicking a man while he's handcuffed?

Shut the f*** up,

you piece of sh*t.

You think l won't blow

your f***ing head off?

l wouldn't think twice

about it.

l'd go in there,

get the fat boy's gun,

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