The Mortician Page #3

What the f*** are you

gonna do? Walk.

Walk. I'ma rip your

f***ing arm

out of your f***ing

socket. Come on.

Walk walk.

F*** you're looking at, man?

Mind your f***ing business.

Stop it.

You f***ing punk.

I could kill you myself

right now, right here.

F***ing walk.

Hurry up.

Get the f*** out here.

Stop f***ing around, come on.

- Jesus.

- No.

Get inside.

Hey, get the f*** inside.

What's happening, iceman?

You see that kid yet?

Are you sure about that?

You ain't sure

or you ain't seen him?

I... I haven't seen

the kid.

Shame.

You ought to be careful out here

this time of night.

There's a lot of

ill-minded motherfuckers

just ready to violate a fool.

Hey.

Oh, honey, come up.

It's cold out there.

I want you to go back.

Roll over.

That's it.

That's it.

Just relax.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

Just relax.

You're so...

Jesus, baby, you've got knots

the size of baseballs.

Mm, there you go.

There you go.

Shh.

It's okay, honey.

You were just sleeping.

It's all right.

Thank you.

So long, honey.

I don't give a f***

who you lean on.

It's your obligation

to find the kid.

I want the kid.

I ain't got the kid.

That irritates me.

Your incompetence

is an irritant.

I don't like to be irritated.

So find the f***ing kid

and spare me

the further irritation

of having to make

an example of you.

You get me?

All right, come on,

get the f*** in here. Come on.

- Get off me.

- Jesus Christ, get in there.

Come here.

You too, come on.

Yo, mister, you got a light?

- No.

- You f***ing say nothing.

- You shut the f*** up.

- Get the f*** in here, man.

Stay the f*** still.

You're gonna stay the f*** right here,

or I'm gonna be the first one to make sure

you're back in that f***ing mortuary

on a f***ing slab, my nigga.

I'm freaking out, Noah.

I know. I know.

What are you doing here?

I was worried about you.

I was checking on you

to make sure you were okay.

So...

are you okay?

I'm fine.

Thank you.

You know, you might want

to stop shrugging

your shoulders.

You'll end up stooping like me.

Why have you been coming

to the mortuary?

I want to see my mama.

They won't let me see her.

What does your mama look like?

She's pretty.

She's got long dark hair

and big brown eyes.

She's got a little

red ruby in her nose

and a tattoo

of some lady called Venus.

What's your name?

Kane.

Hello, Kane.

Would you like to sit down here

and tell me about your mama?

It's okay.

She smiles all the time,

even when she's sad.

She don't like me to know

when she's sad.

So when I ask her

why she's sad,

she just laughs

and makes goofy jokes.

She sings me songs

when I go to sleep.

Sing me one of

your mama's songs.

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