A Man Apart Page #3

The name... the new guy,

what is his name?

I ain't tellin' y'all sh*t else.

Nothin' else.

I'm cool with y'all.

These motherfuckers ain't no joke!

They would scalp me and send

my braids to my momma!

What y'all gonna do,

take me to jail?

Take me, then.

I'm cold anyway.

Give me a f***in' coat.

Put me in the car.

We got us a hardhead right now.

- You sure about that?

- Actin' like you want to, man.

You're not gonna

tell us anything else?

Nothing else!

- You don't want to talk anymore?

- He ain't gonna talk.

You sure about that?

Here you go.

You think you a player

'cause you got an S600?

Not because of those

wack-ass dubs on that piece of sh*t.

Oh, yeah.

Does he think 'cause of this tatt

he's a gangster?

Get your hands off me.

Not 'cause of

the played-out platinum.

You don't think you're

crossing them over, do you?

Back in the day,

I would have taken this from you.

You think you're a man because

you move a ki here and there.

That ain't weight! Did he think

that was weight in that piece of sh*t?

Let me tell you something...

the real motherfuckers

don't move a ki here and there.

They move

50 metric tons a month!

I'm gonna ask you...

Get your gun

out of my face, man.

Okay.

We'll do it like this.

Okay.

Now, I'm gonna ask you

one more time.

What's the name?

I don't know their name!

Hey, man!

I'm gonna ask you again.

What the f*** is his name?

Hey, man!

- What's up with your people?

- What's the f***ing name?

I don't know, man!

Motherf***er named

Hollywood Jack, man!

Hollywood Jack, man.

My name Monroe Johnson.

I don't want no problems

with y'all, man.

The rest of the dope

in the gray Monte Carlo.

We got it, man. Come on.

We got ten pages on this thing,

all from the same number...

Soleil Tanning Salon.

Tanning salon?

You know damn well

you don't need no tan.

Whoa!

Slow down!

I think that's him.

Looks Hollywood to me.

Yeah, that's definitely him.

Ricky Martin, move over.

Here comes Hollywood Jack.

Hold on.

Yeah, we got you.

All right, I'm back.

Yeah, all right.

Yeah, I can do that for you.

Yeah, okay.

Yeah. Good-bye.

Hello. How's it going?

Good. Hey...

...how long has that clown

in the truck been out there?

I don't know.

I'm gonna check him out.

- Just go easy, all right?

- I'm just gonna talk to him.

Let's make this quick.

- I like this car.

- Hey, nice truck.

Thanks.

In fact, I was thinking

about trading this one in

for, like, seven of those.

Really?

I like it better than the S600.

Let me get your license

and registration, please.

May I ask what I did?

Yeah, your mud flaps.

You got no mud flaps on this.

It's a f***in' Porsche.

You won't have to worry

when you trade it for the truck.

And you're parked

in a handicapped spot.

Did you know that?

Oh, really? No!

Aw, sh*t!

- You can get out of your car.

- Thank you.

Beverly Hills dispatch.

2-1-6. Run this plate

for me real quick.

You can go ahead and get out.

Number

4-queen-david-apple-4-8-6.

Stand by.

I said get out of the car.

This is f***ing ridiculous!

When in the history of mankind

has anyone been harassed

for their f***in' mud flaps?

Watch your language.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Let me rephrase.

F*** you!

Aw, sh*t.

God!

I'm out, I'm out!

Damn! Chill, dog.

What does the name

Overdose mean to you?

- Over who?

- Overdose!

There's a human being

named Overdose?

Answer the f***ing question.

2- 19-54.

What the hell is a 2-1-9-5-4?

Subject has

a warrant for jaywalking.

Jaywalking?

Tell me why you paged

some drug trafficker ten times.

I didn't page anyone.

That's your salon, right?

The calls came from your salon.

Ninety percent of

my clients do narcotics,

and they all use that phone.

I don't know.

Why would Overdose

refer to you as his supplier?

You're Hollywood Jack,

aren't you?

- Come again?

- Hollywood Jack.

My civil rights are being violated

'cause some jig drug dealer

named Overkill or Oreo

or whatever the f*** his name is

mentioned a guy

named Hollywood Jack?

Call my lawyer, you cocksucker!

Call your lawyer?

God!

Can you guys see this?

You don't know who that is?

I'll call your lawyer.

I'll beat the sh*t out of him

after I beat the f*** out of you!

What the f***

does Overdose mean to you?

What are you doing, man?

You've got to chill.

Damn! Chill, boy!

Get the f*** back in the car!

What's wrong with you, man?

People could be videotaping!

Chill out!

Get back in the car, man!

All we got on this guy

is a warrant for jaywalking.

That's it.

That's all we got...

a f***in' jaywalking ticket!

Yo, Hollywood, how'd you know

Overdose is black?

What?

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but you called him a "jig," right?

Don't stupid fucks like you

call black people "jigs"?

You f***ed up.

My lawyer is gonna have

a field day with you, psycho f***!

Your lawyer?

I'll strike him, too!

Is there a problem?

Get back in the f***in' salon.

Everything's okay.

Everything's fine.

Can I help you with something?

Get in your truck, man!

Everything is fine.

Get the f***

in the truck, man. Damn!

Hey, sleepyhead!

What the f***, homey?

I just want... whoa!

I was crashed out, man.

I'm sorry, man.

I just wanted to ask a question.

Could I get a beer or something?

Yeah, get a beer, man.

Okay.

What were you doing

down at the salon

paging some ghetto rat's

crack pad, like, ten times?

I f***ed up.

Oh, no, hey, f*** it.

Don't worry about it.

It's no big deal.

But...

what is a big deal is,

I spent my afternoon with cops...

specifically, the cop

you were supposed to take out.

Stupid ass.

When I was little...

...my brothers and sisters and me...

...we all slept in the same room.

There was no electricity,

dirt floors.

When it would rain...

...we couldn't sleep 'cause

the raindrops on the tin roof

were too loud.

What did you

call me down here for?

I might be able to help you.

You had your chance to talk to me.

They killed my wife...

...and my son.

When there's a change at the top,

they start over,

build their own pipeline.

They'll be looking for new buyers.

So if you could come up

with enough money,

you'll flush him out.

I can't do anything about him,

but you can.

Romans.

Come on, baby, slide over here!

We've been hurting for product

ever since these f***ers

took down the sale.

And you hear all this

stupid sh*t about Diablo.

I don't want any part of Diablo.

I just need to get

back to business.

Diablo's been pulling

some bold f***in' moves.

He's been clipping

the lower-level guys,

cutting 'em clean out.

Bam! Gone!

Streamlinin' the pipeline.

Now, with us, they've got to

walk on eggshells.

They f*** with us,

they got problems in the jails.

We'll kick their wetback ass

in every jail in the state.

It's like

an insurance policy for 'em...

we get Central and NorCal,

they get SoCal. Simple.

Don't worry about us.

We don't deal with California.

Right.

You're looking at a shipment

like that every month.

He can do 18 per.

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