The Ungodly Page #4

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think so far?.

Y eah. Oh, that

looks nice, Ma.

Sh*t. I need

some more glue.

Who was the guy?.

I've never seen

him before.

He was such

a sweetheart.

What'd he look like?.

Tall.

I think he

was tall.

And he specifically

complemented you

on your eyes.

Complemented me?.

[giggles]

He took my picture.

Said he'd send

me a copy.

Ma, Ma, you didn't

give this guy our

address, did you?.

Well, it might be

a nice picture.

[shouts]

Ma, how could

you do that?.

How could you give

a complete stranger

our f***ing address?.

I don't know! Anyway,

it's not our address.

It's my address.

Holy f***!

Youre drinking

again, aint you?

Thats why you never

stay home with me.

I smell it.

Mothers know.

Why don't you

go to a meeting?.

You'll feel better.

I just came

from a meeting.

You keep all

these windows

and doors locked.

All of them locked!

[Police radio

transmissions]

Hey, I need to see a

detective right now.

Sign down here.

No. I don't

have time for this

bureaucratic bullshit.

Have a seat over there

and I'll see what l

can do for you.

You're breaking

my wrist. Stop it!

[cell phone rings]

I know it was you.

Whoa, whoa.

What was me?

You approached

my mother.

I did?

Yeah, yeah.

You motherf***er!

Mickey, calm down.

Just tell me what

happened.

You know what happened.

What did this

guy look like?

It looked like you!

Me? What do

I look like?

Y eah, you, you.

You look like you.

You have brownish

hair and tall.

Im tall?

No.

Guess it wasnt

me then.

No, I mean--

You're not tall

to me but to my

mother you're--

Is your mother real

short or something?

No, no, no.

Ma's not short.

Listen, you sick f***!

I'm calling the shots,

you understand?.

I still got those tapes!

Oh, so you do.

Guess what I got?

(man)

You wanna see

a detective?

Ma. Ma!

Ma.

Ma!

[panting]

What did I do?.

What did I do?.

[horn honking]

[horn honking]

Where is she?

Get in the car,

Mickey Mouse.

You can f*** with me

but you cannot f***

with what I love!

What?.

You don't love yourself?.

Where's my ma?.

Come on.

[siren wails]

Oh, yeah, you're

gonna cry now!

You say anything

and your mother dies.

She f***ing dies.

Is there a problem?

Yeah, this f***ing

cock sucker.

Calm down.

Use your head, Mick.

Is this the way to

treat somebody who

cares about you?.

I'm talking about poor

Mom. She's worried sick

about you right now.

You know what?.

I'm gonna throw

the cuffs on you.

On me?.

Let me tell

you something,

officer. He--

I'm waiting.

My brother's off

his meds, officer.

I ain't in no

f***ing meds.

Hey! Let go.

Get off now!

Put your hands apart.

Get em up.

Get over here.

Get over here.

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