All About the Benjamins Page #3

The fifth number is 45...

...and the last number is...

...15.

And remember,|when you play, we all win.

Oh, sh*t!

We're rich!

What? What?|Nigga!

I want to see the ticket.

I got it. Let me get|the motherfucking thing.

Goddamn, it feels good to have money.

I feel like a new woman, baby.

Oh, sh*t. I got so much sh*t to buy, man.

Those Gucci heels|I've been wanting to buy...

...for, like, four years now.

You know, those ho pumps you like?

I got to go to Versace.

I got to call the bank|and say, "F*** you."

I'm feeling good.

- I lost my wallet.|- What?

But where's the ticket?

- The ticket's in my wallet.|- What?

The ticket is in the wallet,|and I lost my wallet.

That's what I said.

- Reginald?|- What?

Are you telling me you lost the ticket?

I lost my wallet,|and the ticket was in it.

Baby, are you telling me|you lost the ticket?

- I lost my wallet.|- No, you f***ing didn't!

Baby, it was in my...

Oh, my God.|Holy fu-- OK.

No. All right.|You know what?

- I came through here.|- It's OK.

- I came back.|- All right.

Motherf***er.|I came...

OK. Let's not panic.

Let's not panic and|let's think, Reginald.

Let's think.|When was the last time...

...you saw your wallet, baby?

I was coming out the store.

I had been dealing with|Ms. Steinberg and them, right?

All of the sudden, baby,|I seen Bucum.

He start chasing me.

I'm running down the alley,|and I jumped in the van.

Boat yard!|Where's your keys?

What, what? On the dresser.|What boat yard?

I'm going to get my wallet.

Baby, what boat yard?

What boat yard?

I don't have any f***ing patience.

And my name and my reputation|are on the line here.

That's very f***ing embarrassing!

And I don't like to be embarrassed.

Was that f***ing embarrassing?

You.

Tell me one more time how this|f***ing a**hole escaped...

...because it's just so|un-f***ing-believable...

...I want to hear it again.

He was in the back of the van.

There was some photographic|equipment back there including a light.

He shined the light on us.

I got temporarily distracted,|and he got away.

What distracted you?

I was blinded by the light.

- Blinded?|- Blinded.

- Show me.|- Show you what?

Show me how you were f***ing blinded.

I put my hands up.

So put your f***ing hands up, then!

Just keep it like that.

Look at this guy.

F***.

F***.

You take care of this|Reggie Wright character...

...before he goes running to the police.

Otherwise...

...I'll be taking care of you.

Now get the f*** out of my office.

You get that cleaned up.

This has been the worst day|of my f***ing life...

...and if one of you fucks|don't put it right...

...it's going to be the worst day|in your lives.

You understand?

You get the f*** out of my office!

Everybody.

I just want to get my diamonds, OK?

I'm sorry.

Just get me my f***ing diamonds.

F***.

Hey, yo, Reggie, where's G?

Man, you better stay your little|bad ass away from my woman.

Man, when are you going to|let her baby-sit me, man?

I been waiting for two weeks now.

Man, you don't need a baby-sitter.

You need a parole officer.

You're probably home by yourself|right now, ain't you?

Man, that's what I need|a baby-sitter for, dumb ass.

If it wasn't for you and puberty...

...man, I'd probably be bangin'|that out right now.

Who you calling dumb ass?

Leave me alone, Kelley.

What?

Hey, man.

What are you doing, man?

I'm not gonna have that, man.

Hell, no.

No. Hell, no, man.

Come on, man.|I got sh*t to do, man.

Man, let me go with you, man.

Don't play me like that.

Man, that's why|I'm not about to tell you that...

...some guy came by here|looking for you today.

- Who?|- Him right there.

Damn.

Man, leave him alone, you rent-a-cop.

Man, you ain't have to do|this sh*t to me, Bucum, man.

Shut up, punk,|before I break your arm.

Man, leave him alone, man.

Get out of here before I|shoot you, you little bastard.

Man, what I do?

You and your buddies|almost shot me today.

I know you was with them.

Aw, wait a minute, Bucum.

You got it all wrong, man.|I wasn't with them cats, man.

- Yeah, you was with them, nigga.|- You know me, Bucum, man.

I ain't never gave you|no problems except for now.

Come on. Let's go.|On your feet.

Look, I accidentally hid|in their van on an accident.

I know I've been full|of sh*t in the past...

...but I'm for real today.|I cannot go to jail.

I got a damn good reason|why I can't go to jail.

You want to know why?|You want to know why, Bucum?

You want to know why I can't go to jail?

I ain't got no bond money,|for number one.

Number two, they keep giving me|this court-appointed lawyer...

...that always send me back to jail|for six, seven, eight months.

Oh, you don't believe me?

You want to know why|I can't go to jail for real?

I just won the lottery for sixty million.

I'll put that on everything I love.

I am not bullshitting|with you. I'm for real.

I'm about to get cold cash--|thousands of dollars.

I'm talking about money so tall,|all the b*tches wanna fall.

$60 million is how much|the ticket is worth.

Now, I know you could use|a little piece of that...

...with this raggedy-ass Impala.

Check it out. All you got|to do is make a small detour...

...to take me back to get my wallet.

That's all I'm asking you.

Look, to make it real sweet for you...

...I can take you back to show you...

...where the diamond robbers|dropped me off at.

Where at?

- Where at?|- Just turn on around, pimp.

So, this it?

This is it, man.

This better not be no bullshit...

...because I ain't got no problem|with shooting your ass.

Man, you know we go way back|like a Cadillac with four flats.

Or is it four flats on a Cadillac?

Like I said, this better|not be no bullshit.

Man...

So, what we going to do?

Get out.

Wait a minute.

Ain't you going to take|the cuffs off of me?

You think I look like,|Boo-Boo the fool? Come on.

Man, this ain't how a real partnership...

...is supposed to start.

Maybe because this ain't|no real partnership.

Oh, no, you didn't.

How am I doing?

Come on, come on, move it.|Straight up now.

We got to get out to Hollywood.

All right, take her up.

OK. Pull it in.

I told you.

Let's get the f*** out of here.

I know my wallet|is down there somewhere.

They about to leave.

Let's jump down.

Come on.

How the f*** is I'm supposed|to get down from here?

Jump. I'm a catch you.

Man, you ain't going to catch me.

Nigga, you better jump|before I shoot you down.

What you think? You think|I'm going to jump off here...

...and end up like Christopher Reeve?

Nigga, come on.

Bucum, I'm telling you.|I'm going to jump...

...but you better not let me hurt myself.

Jump! Jump!

Oh, damn.

You all right?

Hell, no, I ain't all right.

Didn't you just see me fall?

Goddamn, I knocked|all the wind out of myself.

Get your ass down.

This sh*t don't make no sense, man.

Shut up.|Come on.

Police brutality.

I'm going to get Al Sharpton.

What the--

I'm telling you, man.|It was right over here, man...

...when they chased me.

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