FAST CHARLIE

Stop right there, put your hands where I can see them, shirt off, come on, hands off, come on mother fuckers. Always thought my life would end like this. In some godforsaken place. From a bullet I didn't see coming. I just never thought I'd care. One thing you don't want to see, me in a suit, this early in the morning, means I'm working. Which means, someone is about to depart this life unexpectedly. Stan. Yeah? He's late. It's alright, don't be there. Hey. Hey, listen, I can do the guy myself, he's there right now. No, no, no, listen, I promise if I beat Teddy, we can give this kid his shirt. Supposed to be pretty good for the night. Yeah, I know that's what you keep saying, but Well, call me when it's done, okay? I got these for Rolo. Cause I heard he's a donut junkie, so I told him that he won a dozen donuts at our weekly raffle. He loves Boston Creams. What's with the suit? What's with the shirt? Oh, it's part of the plan. I made it myself. That's pretty smart, right? Yeah. Except Krispy Kreme's a spell with two K's. Who the f**k knows that? Not you. Okay, make it quick. You got one chance. You f**k it up, he's in the wind again. Hey, don't worry old timer. Shit. That was Rolo. Yeah. Why didn't you stab him? That's what I always do. Hence why they call you Blade. I thought I'd do something different. Mm hmm. I want to show Stan some range and imagination. What'd you do, poison him? What the f**k? Boston cream, baby! Woo! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! What'd you put in the donut? Uh, just like a little blasting cap. Oh. I mean, how's Beggar gonna know it's Roller without his head? Shut the f**k up. Benny. How'd it go? Kid fed Rolo a donut with a bomb in it. Sounds kinda cool. Uh huh. He blew his head off. I mean, Stan gonna s**t himself. Hey listen, there's no need to bother Stan. I'll take care of it. You know a guy that knew Rolo, right? Find out if he had any family around here with him. All right. Miss Kramer, I'm sorry to disturb you. Rolo's dead. Yes. Whacked? As it were, yes. As it were? Well, thanks for the heads up. I'll make sure to look up that life insurance policy. He never got around to getting it. I came here to discuss a problem that's arisen. And if I'm not interested in your problem? I see. You slap duct tape over my mouth and shove me in the trunk. Don't leave her into that kind of thing. Just want to talk. Wait in the car, Donut. I'd offer you one, but you just killed my ex. You don't seem too upset. Expected him to be deceased long before today, given the business he was in. Well, you have a thing for dead animals, Miss Kramer. Motty. I'm a taxidermist. Don't find many of those. It's a niche thing. He looks angry. Like someone stole his acorns and he's gonna make them pay. Really? I'm not up with my beaver expressions. I could be wrong. I was going for indignant. Oh yeah, I see it. Don't ever mess with my acorns. I have a small problem, Miss Marcy? Marcy. I have to convince a certain person that the buddy in that trunk out there is indeed Rolo. Something happen to his face? It's missing. Along with the rest of his head. There's five grand in it for you if you come with me and vouch that Rolo is indeed Rolo. I could use the money. But I swore I'd never get back into that world. So, I'll save you the dough and myself some time. Brother's a tattoo artist. Gave Rolo and I matching tattoos as a wedding gift. Who? Our ass cheeks. I had Rola removed last year. Why'd you have him removed? I don't know. It's usually along the lines of someone trying to f**k someone else over. That type of thing. That type of thing would be on the top of Rola's resume. There you go now. Anyway, he made it back here to Biloxi and it just happens to be my boss territory. So, we're being courteous to our colleagues in New Orleans. I love how you guys are so courteous. About to try a donut. Ugh, horrible drapes. Yeah, they weren't nice with the kitchen. That's Rollo's ass. See? Come on, man, what do you need his head after all? You got all pissy for nothing. Why don't you Oops. Bet you didn't know Vegas and Rollo were soulmates at Angola. Pretty sure he's seen that tattoo up close. Stan's not gonna like this, Donut. Stop calling me Donut! Okay. Get your gun out! Gun! Now! Put it in the car! f**k, Stan. Baker said I could come work for him anytime. He's moving up. And this is proof I'm ready for his crew. If I ever hear anybody call me Donut again, I'm gonna come back and I'm gonna gut you. Old timer. Don't call me donut, motherfucker! I don't believe I got your name. Charlie. I'm moving up, baby! I'm moving up! Oh, s**t. Have you worked with him before? No, first time. What a mess. It's okay. Car stolen. I was referring to the kid. Looks like he shot himself. Well, he was more of a nice guy. You know, kinda. Kind of the same size. Maybe go visit your brother, the tattoo artist. Maybe he could, you know, kinda, huh? Fine, but I'm not cutting his head off. Zzzzzz ZzzZZZ ZZZZZZ ZZZZZZZ You, put some mental in it. No. Well, I distinctly taste lemon. Yeah, it's called lemon. I detest cilantro. That's why I use lemon. Did you, did you get this chicken at Dominic's? Dominic's is in the North End. We're in Biloxi. That's right, I don't know what the heck's gotten into me. Anyway, the point is, it's very good, don't get me wrong. It's very good, even with the cilantro. Uh huh. I think, personally, that you should open a restaurant. Well, the only way to make money in that business is to skim. You can't skim off yourself. No? Oh, I mean, who in their right mind goes into the restaurant business if there's no money in the restaurant business? None, whatsoever. You know, you have to divest yourself of that notion, Charlie. Uh huh. What? Watch the game, Stan. Stan Mullen. My boss. He's run Biloxi for 47 years. Been a while since he started forgetting things. So I took it upon myself to look out for him. I owed him that. I got you some fish oils. Omega 3s. Good for your heart. Leftovers are in the fridge. In case you're hungry later. Yeah. Too bad about the kid. Yeah, it's a shame. What were you thinking, letting a young kid like that do a job like that? I'm sorry, Stan. Won't let it happen again. We gonna have any trouble? I took care of it. Sleep well. Thanks, Porter. Beggar Mercado. Street thug turned 9th Ward Crew Chief. One of the new breed of bosses cutting a swath through New Orleans. Let's see. The guy who did him got a little carried away. Kid named Blade. Maybe you know him. Don't ring a bell, baby. And that's Rolo. That's him. Where'd you find him? I ran over. The airport. What is X's name on the lease? Dumb f**k. How's Stan? Still Stan. I reached out to him for a sit down. He didn't reach back though. I got a lot of ideas I know he'd like. New construction, new casinos, hotels, juicy territory. You're his guy. Make it happen. We good? Ah, first time Rolo's ever contributed anything to this relationship. Thanks. By the way, why didn't you? What? Slap duct tape over my mouth, put me next to Rolo. Not my style. Besides, you dealt with the situation straight up. Don't see that often. From a woman. From anybody. Hey, you want to get something to eat? Wow, where'd that come from? My mouth. Which appears to have circumvented my brain, but there you have it. Why? Seattle break? What, the dead guys? Problem solved. Situation avoided. Found money. You pick one. Mmm, phenomenal. Yum. Who'da thunk you'd find something this divine at a place called Tuscan Tomato? Well, the owners from Treviso. A guy named Claudio. Not so good English, but fantastic chef. What's, what's in this? Malafatti, ricotta, flour, and, uh, blanched spinach. And you know this how? Well, I just like to cook, you know. It's kind of like a hobby for me. But mostly Italian. Why Italian? No, I was stationed in Italy for a while there. You know, I don't know, I just fell in love with the culture. Love everything Italian.