A Man Apart Page #2

Where's my wife?

Look, man, um...

You've been out for a while.

You lost a lot of blood.

Where is she?

They buried her, Sean.

Where's my wife?

Calm down.

Calm down, now.

I've got you, man.

I've got you.

I'm here for you, man.

Fight on, man.

We'll take care of you.

Which one is it?

Right over there.

This prisoner is

in for two life sentences.

He's got nothing to lose,

but that doesn't matter.

You and I both know

who this guy is

and what he is capable of,

so you stay ten feet away

from him at all times,

and do not touch or threaten

the prisoner at any time.

- We clear?

- Clear. Open it up.

You've got five minutes.

You didn't expect

to see me again, did you?

Ten feet, Vetter!

- This good?

- Yeah.

You tried to have me killed...

...and you don't want

to talk to me?

That's okay. I have

all the time in the world.

Get him out of here!

You didn't think

I was gonna get to you?

Is that your family?

All right, f*** the talk.

Let me just ask you a question.

Did you kill my wife?

Did you kill my wife?

Answer me, motherf***er.

Answer the f***ing question!

Vetter, step away

from the prisoner!

Vetter, damn it, I told you!

Get away from him.

Get away.

I was just

asking him for a smoke.

Get off me.

I got a smoke for you.

If I wanted you dead...

...you would be.

That's enough.

Let's go, Vetter.

Come on. Come on!

Come on!

Okay, okay, okay.

Come on, Vetter, let's move.

Come on.

The order to hit my home

had to come from the top,

but to find that person,

you have to start at the bottom

and work your way

up the pipeline.

Somewhere along the line,

someone will talk.

- Yo, "T," what up?

- What's up with you?

Chillin', man.

Where Sexy at?

- In the house.

- Okay.

Yo, Big Sexy.

What's up, boy?

What's up with your D-Max?

- Chillin', dog.

- I'm glad you came.

I didn't know y'all was rolling.

Sean. What's up, man?

If you need a place to stay,

you are more than welcome.

All right?

Hey, man, we've got to

get at you about something.

So what's up?

We need to know who

out there moving major weight.

What kind of weight

y'all talking about?

Distribution level.

Some real sh*t.

Guys who are hooked up

with this new network.

Why you drinking out

the milk carton? Get a glass, man.

Damn!

Sexy, for real, man.

Talkin' about this weight,

we need to know who movin' it.

Those niggas

over in Ghost Town.

They movin' major weight

over by that church, man.

You still runnin' that dog?

You know, with your little dog?

I got the dog thing goin'.

Sean, I'm thinking

that could help us out.

You down with

hitting them fools up?

I don't care much about

them niggas on that side of town.

- Let's hit 'em up.

- Yeah, like tonight.

Cool.

I heard you came by the hospital.

Sorry, man.

I appreciate that.

That's cool.

I'm telling you, man,

we should have brought

the D.E.A. Dogs out here.

Come on, D,

don't insult me like that.

Capone will sniff a roach

out of the ashtray

out of any damn car on the block,

you know what I'm talking about?

- Well, get to sniffin'.

- Chill, chill, chill.

- We ain't got all night.

- Come on, boy.

Go get 'em, boy.

Come on, Capone.

All right, cool.

Go on, baby.

What's taking so long?

We ain't got all night, man.

Yeah.

Ain't in that one.

Come on, Capone.

- He got it.

- You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure!

He got it, man.

Hey, wait a minute! Wait a minute!

What you call yourself doing?

This ain't your car!

You get away from here.

Easy, ma'am,

I'm just doing my job.

You a**holes ain't got

nothing else to do

but come harass innocent,

hardworking citizens with this crap?

This is an honest,

blue-collar neighborhood.

Why don't you take your fat ass

up to the Palisades?

They could afford to pay

those $130 tow jobs.

This is an official impound.

It has five tickets.

My man, we got this.

Is this your vehicle?

It could be my vehicle.

Who are you supposed to be?

This is who I'm

supposed to be, right here.

Sexy, pop the trunk, man.

Dog, what you doin'?

Pop the trunk!

Hurry up!

F*** is going on? Come on.

Damn!

Now, is that your sh*t?

Is this your car or not? Is it?

Come to think about it...

No. That's Monroe's car.

- Monroe?

- They call him Overdose.

- Where he stay?

- Right over there.

All right.

Go on back in the house.

Ain't got

enough time for this stuff.

Tow the car, nigga.

Yo, Sexy,

you've got to come here.

I ain't meetin' y'all

over here like this!

- Sexy, roll, man.

- Careful, man.

We got dope.

Aw, sh*t! F***!

"Diablo."

F***!

Hold your fire!

We're police officers!

Get the f*** out of my house!

- You got to chill!

- "Chill"? F*** you!

You want me to chill

so you can ice me?

F*** you!

Get the f*** out!

Yo, listen, I said

we're police officers, so relax.

We're here to help. That's all.

I'm coming up, all right?

Do your thing.

I'm reloading my sh*t.

Sean, hold your fire.

Now, look, man, I'm coming up,

so you've got to stop shooting.

Don't try nothing, homey.

Just take it easy, all right?

If we were the cleanup crew,

we would have finished you off

from down here, man.

Wouldn't be sticking my head

in here trying to get shot.

Just want to talk, all right?

Now, I'm coming up.

Slow.

I put my gun down, all right?

I know you scared.

I know you don't like the police...

Damn sure talking

to a police in an attic.

Back in the day,

I couldn't stand the police.

They used to f*** with us

all the time.

Me and my homies would be

rolling down the street.

They'd pull us over jackin' fools.

- You po-po.

- I know.

We used to complain that police

didn't do nothing for us.

And we was right, they didn't.

I got tired of complaining.

I made a choice.

I'm trying to help.

But what you doin', man,

you ain't helpin' us.

By the way things look downstairs,

you need to think about

getting into a whole 'nother game.

Only one alternative...

you put that gun down,

or my partner downstairs,

man, trust me,

he will take you out.

Now, do the right thing

and just put it down.

Since everything went down

with the big man,

sh*t has been major slow,

know what I'm sayin'?

He went up to,

like, $20,000 a ki.

I couldn't do nothing

with that, man.

This new dude was

supposed to hook me up...

- Who's this new dude?

- I don't know his name.

He contacted me, say he had

this, that, and the other.

He said he had kis for $14,000,

so I'm thinkin' everything's velvet.

- Right.

- But hell no.

Then this stupid motherf***er

gonna call me back,

telling me some sh*t about,

he want $20,000 a ki,

and I got to buy it?

I'm like, man, you stupid!

Who you think you talkin' to?

You kiss my ass.

- So what happened?

- What you mean?

Why you still alive

and your homies are dead?

I was in the attic.

- Doin' what?

- Hidin'.

What kind of coward sh*t

is that, man?

You see homey

in there in that chair

with his tongue

pulled through his neck?

You'd better get real.

Reflexes too slow.

Enough of the bullshit, dog.

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