The Mortician Page #2

have to work here.

This is f***ed up.

I'm telling you,

Carver ain't messing.

- He wants the kid bad.

- Well, he ain't here.

Yeah, well, he's bound to

wind up here sooner or later.

Yo, my man, you seen the kid

around here, man?

What's his f***ing problem?

The dude's straight up weird.

I want to come in.

It's not permitted.

Just let me in.

No, you're not allowed.

Please.

Why do you want

to come in here anyway?

Just let me in.

I can't let you in.

Well, then f*** you!

Go on, f*** off.

Hey, kid, you need

to calm down.

I hate you.

- You're late.

- Yeah, I know.

All right, man,

so I'm late. Whatever.

I had some personal sh*t

to take care of.

Delivery.

Porter?

Just get off me.

Porter.

The name's f***ing Noah,

man, all right?

- What was that all about?

- Mind your f***ing business.

You have another 13 minutes

to work before you go.

What are you talking about, man?

It's 6:
00.

You were 13 minutes late

this morning.

You need to make it up.

Man, f*** that.

Man, I'm gone.

If you do not make up the time,

it will go reported.

With who?

Don't push me.

Whatever it is,

it can wait till tomorrow.

I'm over overtime, dude.

I'm over and out.

Come on, dude, just give me

the money, will you?

Where the f*** are you at, boy?

Mm-hmm.

Hey, man.

Good morning, Noah.

Here's where my joyful colleague

conducts his cheery work.

Hey.

This is

Noah's parole officer Mr. Clinger.

I've got stuff to do.

So how's my boy getting on?

Behaving himself?

He's been satisfactory.

Really?

That's a surprise.

See, this brother here thinks

he's something of a hard man,

a gangster.

Ain't that right, Noah?

He's been satisfactory

and performs his duties

adequately.

Well, you just let me know

if he steps out of line...

if he curses you

under his breath,

gives you any lip,

if he's late

by a single minute.

Because it would be

my absolute pleasure

to send this horrible

little delinquent

right back to where he belongs.

I personally would

like to ensure

that he rots there.

So you have anything

to say for yourself, laddy buck?

Huh.

That's too bad,

because I was hoping

that you would tell me

to go f*** myself.

Well, if you don't mind,

Mr. Clinger,

Noah and I have work

to attend to.

Well, go ahead.

I'm done here

for now.

Bye-bye, Noah.

I'll be seeing you

very soon, I hope.

I don't need you to fight

my f***ing war for me.

Porter.

Porter!

F***ing trying

to get away from me, Kane.

I'ma kick your f***ing ass.

F***ing come here, come on.

- I don't care.

- Stop f***ing with me, man.

Don't f*** with me.

Come on.

No, I don't want to leave her.

- Get off me.

- What are you gonna do, huh?

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