All About the Benjamins Page #4

And then I ran from the van|right over here...

...and they shot at me right there.

And you don't believe me, do you?

Why should I?|Every time I catch you...

...you try to lie your way out of it.

Look, Bucum, I can't go to jail, man.

They're going to pin that|diamond sh*t on me, man.

It sound like a personal problem to me.

I can't go to jail.|Look how skinny I am.

They're going to be bidding on my ass...

...like I was in a car|auction or something.

25, 35, 75, 45, 55, 35--

sold to the man|with braids in his hair.

You know what?

I ain't going to take you|to jail just yet...

...because I want the motherfuckers|that shot at me...

...and I know you know|more than what you saying.

Yes, you do, nigga.|Shut up.

So, if they got your wallet|like you say they do...

...they'll be coming|to look for you soon.

That's when their ass is mine.|Come on.

- You'll see if I'm right.|- Shut up.

Bail bonds.

That's not how you supposed|to answer the phone.

Is that how your mama taught|you to answer the phone?

What you need? I'm trying|to get out of here.

OK. Did Captain Briggs|call Martinez tonight?

I heard you almost got shot again.

Why don't you put a sister on|and let me get your back?

I keep telling you.|I'm going to keep you in mind.

I know.|You keep telling me that.

OK, then believe me.

What'd they talk about?

They were only on the phone|for about ten minutes.

Miami P.D. ain't got nothing.

They said that building|was supposed to be closed.

They were planning for|some party tomorrow night.

And there were|no security cameras...

...so they think it was an inside job.

But Barkley's got so many clients...

...they think it might take|a while to contact them all.

- What else they talk about?|- That's all.

That's it?

That's it.|I would tell you.

Who are you talking to?

Nobody.

You know I can get fired for|listening to his phone calls.

Oh, don't worry about|Moon Roof Martinez.

Sh*t. He ain't going to do nothing.

Hey, if he fires you...

...you can always work for me|at the P.I. firm.

Nigga, you ain't got no P.I. firm.

You as broke as I am.

What kind of plan calls for us|to be handcuffed to my bed?

Listen, baby, we got|to listen to Bucum...

...or he going to take|my black ass to jail.

This sh*t's got to be illegal.

I'm not the fugitive here,|so why am I being held?

Because you an accessory.

You harboring a fugitive|if I'm your man.

They going to take you|to jail for that sh*t, too.

Oh, sh*t.

Reggie, how many times|did I tell you...

..."Baby, go to court"?|"Baby, please go to court."

Come on.

- You told me a lot.|- Exactly.

But I'm allergic|to the judicial system...

...and every time I see them court rooms...

...I break out in hives, baby.

You know what I'm saying?|I get to sweatin'--

When I watch "Judge Judy"...

...I get to sweatin'|and scratchin' and sh*t.

Look, baby, I know|these cuffs is f***ed up.

Look, baby, don't be mad at me.

Don't be mad at me.

What was that?

I don't know.

What are we supposed to do?

Play dead, baby.

- Play dead?|- Play dead.

- That sh*t doesn't work.|- It do work.

Baby, that's bullshit.|I'm not--

Wow, that's kinky.

Roach around the collar

Come on, man.

Baby, I told you it wouldn't work.

Damn. I thought somebody|beat me to the punch.

They did.

What took you so f***ing long?

Can you uncuff us, please?

Look in his pocket to see|if my wallet's in there.

That's an ugly picture of you.

Now you believe me, though, huh?

I believe you about|the wallet thing...

...but the lotto...

...you missed me with that sh*t.

That's more money for me and my girl.

Yeah, that's right.

Can you uncuff us now, please?

I'll think about it.

Y'all got a screwdriver|around this motherf***er?

I ought to kick your motherfucking ass.

With that big-ass head.|Look at your hairline.

You'll never find

A hairline like mine

Your sh*t is way back here.|If you was in the army...

...you'd have to salute like this--|"Yes, sir."

Your sh*t is f***ed up.

You ain't got a forehead.|You got a five-head.

Really?

- Really.|- You think so?

I bet when you have dreams|you don't have dreams.

You have movies.

Reggie, where is it?

It's up under the sink, baby.

See, that's p*ssy|talking to me right there--

...something you might not|never know nothing about.

You know what?|I'm really scared of you.

Yeah. You going to be scared|when I snatch that leather wig off...

...your motherfucking head|and them suede sideburns.

I'm shivering.

We going to f*** you up.|Keep talking.

I'm shitting in my pants.

Keep talking, motherf***er!|Say something--

I'm pissing in my boots.

I wouldn't even have did your|motherfucking arm like that.

I would've f***ing took|your motherfucking ass...

...and buried you in the ground...

...and put a water hose in your mouth...

...and duct tape it all around|and turn it on full blast...

...and blow your motherfucking stomach up.

You b*tch.

Take five.

Right.

You're the one that shot at me, huh?

Yeah, it was you.

It was you.

What happened to your hand?

What? I can't hear you.|What'd you say?

Huh? What was that?|I didn't hear you.

You know what?

I only got one question.

Who sent you over here to kill Reggie?

Yeah. Where the f*** is my wallet at?

That's what I'm asking.

Where the f***'s the wallet,|huh? The wallet.

Relax, relax, OK?|I got this.

All right. Sh*t.|All right. Sorry.

You know, I don't think that|you want to know what I know.

I don't think that you want to know...

...who you're really f***ing with.

Are you screwing with me? Huh?

You screwing with me?|Trying to f*** with my head?

- No hablo ingles.|- No hablo ingles.

See if you understand this, motherf***er.

Understand.

Let me get some of that.

Let me get some of that.|Man, come on, man.

Kick back.|I got this.

Come on, let me get some of that.

Come on, man! That sh*t|look too good, man!

You got to let me get some of that.

This motherf***er shot at me.

F*** you, you Little Richard|looking motherf***er.

He ain't going to say--

Hold on, hold on.

That's right. You look like|Little Richard, you b*tch.

You b*tch.

You know what? I'm going|to let you get some.

Get some.

- Let me get some.|- Sh*t.

- Make him talk.|- Make him talk.

- Get him.|- Let me get a little--

Stop playing. Get him.

Come here, you son of a b*tch.

What about that?

Come on, b*tch.

Let's just f*** him up up in here.

Here, motherf***er.

What's that? What's that?|What's that?

Let's hear it.

Live on news.

Channel 6, reporting live.

Let's hear it, motherf***er!

I'll tell you everything.

- Get up here.|- We're reporting live.

Williamson!

So, what's our plan?

I'm gonna go in here and see...

...if I can get a positive I.D.|on this Williamson cat.

And what are we supposed to do?

Yeah. What do we do?

Stay here.|Wait for me.

Especially you.

- Ain't that a b*tch?|- Ain't that a b*tch?

Come on with this sh*t again, dude.

Yeah, I'm with this sh*t again.

'Cause I know you subject|to get your ass up.

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