Thief Page #2

I don't know you.

I don't know

some clown named Gags.

Get outta here. Carl!

Go ahead,

get the f*** outta here.

- Hold it.

- All right, all right.

Jesus Christ.

All right, do what he says.

- Do what he says.

- Lay down.

Go ahead.

Put your hands on your head.

Spread your legs. Now.

Hey, you, you goof!

Look at the wall.

I am the last guy

in the world...

that you want to f*** with.

You found

my money on Gags.

Let us pretend you don't know

whose money it is.

That's right.

I don't know who you are.

Three hours.

I will call to set a meet.

You will pay me my money...

$185,000.

Sit down.

Thanks for comin' on down

so soon.

I was comin' anyway.

- How's it goin'?

- Me?

I am doin' terrific.

Every day is a surprise.

It is real f***in' weird

out there.

It is nothing

like we figured out.

So what's to it, my man?

Same old sh*t. Morris finally busted

Red's pruno operation.

- And a lot of knifings going on.

- Yeah. Dope?

Yeah, that and sex.

You wouldn't believe the quality

of people they're puttin' in here.

Ten or 15 years ago, they'd have

dumped 'em in a funny farm somewhere.

Rapists, child molesters.

They put that sh*t in here

with the mainstream population.

Used to be, somebody like that,

if they lasted five days, it'd be a record.

Perverse.

How's the wife?

The wife?

There's nothing with the wife.

I pulled the plug.

What happened?

Uh, I, uh...

She does not know

I'm putting down scores...

and the rocket scientist that she is, she figures out...

That I am having affairs

with fancy ladies.

Anyway, it gets all screwy

and twisted.

What are you gonna do?

Well, I'm gonna

put it back together.

Look, I met this new chick,

this Jessie.

- You gonna marry her and have kids?

- Yes.

But, uh...

she does not know

what I do.

So what?

Do I bullshit her along, or what?

Lie to no one.

If they're somebody close to you,

you're gonna ruin it with a lie.

And if they're a stranger,

who are they you gotta lie to?

Hey, what do you need, man?

Get me out of here.

Ten months

and you're on the street.

- You know Doc Shelton?

- Yeah.

That old bastard's killed more guys

than the electric chair.

Well, I got angina somethin'

somethin' somethin'...

and I'm not gonna last

ten months.

And I don't want to die

in here, Frank.

Not in here.

Well, you got it.

Gotta go, kid.

You got it.

He downed the merch to Gags

is what he said.

I'm telling you, this cocksucker's trouble.

We whack him out.

Is this the prowler?

- The guy Gags had?

- Has to be the one.

My name's Leo.

How are ya?

How am I? I am Frank.

Here's your money.

Jesus Christ!

There's two inches

of money out there.

- Is it all there?

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