All About the Benjamins Page #5

We can't do it together?

No. They tried to kill you once.

Keep your black ass here.

Stay down.|Simple instructions.

- That's bullshit, man.|- "Stay down."

I ain't gonna be your partner...

...until you start trustin' me, Bucum.

I trust you! Shut up!

"Stay here. Sit tight."

What the hell kind of|partnership is this, baby?

All he does is handcuff you to sh*t.

Quiet down, Gina.|It's part of the plan, baby.

What plan?

The plan to get my wallet back.

So we think this Williamson guy|has your wallet?

Big-head said back|at the apartment...

...that Williamson threw it in the|back of that f***in' silver Mercedes...

...inside some type of white jacket.

So we think it might be here?

Sh*t, it could be.

You're a crook!

- Who's your b*tch?|- You.

Give me some.

This b*tch is off the chain!

You found your brother yet?

He was supposed to call me|when he'd finished.

Call him again.

You only have two days|to find the real stones.

How about I go over to Barkley's house...

...see what his wife knows?

That's not a bad idea.

Sharhari arrives here on Sunday.

The exchange must take place|no later than 4 P.M.

- Dog!|- Who is that?

Want me to handle it?

What a nigga got to do to get some|service around this piece, dog?!

No. I'll handle it.

Somebody come around|this motherf***er, man!

Can I help you, sir?

Yeah. You can help me.

You know what?|I don't even want...

...this motherf***er anyway.

But that b*tch right there?

Man, I got to have that one.

I got to have that one.

P, follow me over here.

Now, picture me on the block...

...with this b*tch right here|with the bumpity-bumps.

Me and my hos go out there|and catch a gang of catfish...

...with that motherf***er,|you know what I mean?

Look, now, I got $6,000|cash money on me right now.

$6,000?

Six grand.

You know what?|If you had $6 million...

...you still couldn't afford this boat.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Wait a minute, dog.

You don't even know me like that, man.

Have a nice day.

You know what? See, last time|I came in here...

...I had to deal with|a motherf***er like you.

Hey, homey, go get the manager, man.

You know what? F***--|f*** the manager!

I'm the owner,|Robert Williamson...

...and see that big hole|in the wall over there?

That's called the door.

Use it. Bye-bye.

Hey! Wait a minute, homey!

- Hey, ho-- wait a minute.|- Have a nice day.

Don't do-- hey, nigga!|Don't be touchin' me, dog!

All right. Thank you.

Look, man, you better get your|hands off me...

...'fore I beat the brakes|off your monkey-ass...

...in them Bob Hope pants on.

Watch, I'll be goin' out this b*tch.

It's not here!

What if we never find this wallet?

Come on, don't say that now.

Look, go over on that side|of the parking lot...

...and I'm gonna go over here and check.

OK, baby? Go over there|and check that out.

All right.

I'm gonna see if I can find one.

I see one! Baby, I see one!

Found one?

Oh, sh*t!

Come here!

How'd you get loose?

Oh, man, handcuffs are easy!

I'm a criminal.

Thought I was gonna run, didn't you?

Come on. I seen Williamson's face.

Let's go wait on him.|Come on.

I gotta get my wallet first.

Forget about that damn wallet, OK?

I seen his face.

We need to go over there|and get in position...

...wait for him to lead us|to the diamonds.

Come on, let's go!

I don't give a f*** about them diamonds!

I'm not leaving here|until I find my wallet!

You still on this wallet sh*t.

Look, listen! I don't|believe that wallet.

I don't believe the lotto.

You won the lotto today?|Come on, man, please!

You don't believe--

L.I.G. it, man.|Let it go, Reggie.

Let it go!

You don't believe me?

Hell, no.

I'm not leavin' this|motherfuckin' parking lot...

...till I find my wallet.

Them motherfuckers|tried to kill you today.

So what?|Let 'em come on out here!

I've been lookin' for them, and|they've been lookin' for me...

...and God damn it,|we can meet right here...

...on the motherfuckin' concrete...

...and scrap like a motherf***er|right now!

Come on. You crazy.

Man, you cra-- what, man?|How am I crazy? I'm crazy?

$60 million worth of|motherfuckin' lotto tickets...

...and I'm crazy?! Nigga,|I'm insane, nigga! Let me--

F***in' door!|F*** this sh*t!

Come on!|Get off of me, man!

Look, I ain't got no goddamn|time to play with you!

You almost hit me, motherf***er!

Hey, what the hell|wrong with you, Reggie?

What the hell wrong with you?

Baby, you can't fight.|Just let it go.

So what?

Look at this.

That's our stowaway...

...and that's the guy|we shot at this morning.

Oh, Bucum, let him go.

You shut up.|Calm down.

Let my head go, nigga.

Calm down.|You calm?

Ah, sh*t! Ah!

So while we've been looking for them...

...they're looking for us.

I swear to God!

You bite me on my nipple|again, I'll kill--

Kiss her.

- Ki--|- What?

Kiss her!

Lemme go handle this situation.

Hold on a minute.

Hey, officer.

It's puppy love.

You got a condom?

You know what I think?

I don't care what|you think. Come on.

I think you ain't supposed|to be f***in' with us.

That's what I'm|thinkin' right now.

That was some strange sh*t right there.

Real strange! Come on, baby.

Wasn't nothin' strange about that.

I just didn't want the cops|to take you from me, that's all.

Yeah, right.|Where you take me?

Come on.|I'm ready to go to jail.

You know I go to ail all the time.

It ain't no thing.

Take me to jail so|I can go and get...

...my commissary and do|my motherfuckin' thing.

Don't you tempt me.

'Cause how I feel|right now, you might--

You motherf***er!

Well, let's go to jail right now!

I'm ready to go to jail...

...'cause you think I'm lyin'|about that lotto ticket...

...and I think you lyin'|about everything...

...you know what I'm sayin'?!

Reggie, enough.

Listen to your woman,|'cause you this close!

You this close from goin'!

What we gonna do|is sit right here...

...and wait for Williamson|to come out...

...and lead us to them goddamn diamonds!

He can't lead us to|nothin' he don't have.

What?! What the hell|are you talkin' about?

He don't know where the|diamonds are, either, Matlock.

How you know?

'Cause I know everything, pimpy.

I'm real smart.

Remember that dude that got killed...

...over at the diamond heist?

- Mr. Barkley?|- Right.

Him and Williamson had some|kind of inside sh*t goin' on.

Obviously, he didn't|trust Williamson...

...so instead of him givin' him|a case full of diamonds...

...this dirty motherf***er|gave him a case...

...full of glass with|a note attached to it.

Talkin' about the diamonds|was in a real safe place.

Why the f*** you didn't|tell me this two hours ago?

'Cause I ain't give a f***|about them diamonds.

All I'm lookin' for in my|life is that lotto ticket.

Our lotto ticket.

Our lotto ticket.|Man!

Make yourself at home.

Hey, can I at least...

...take a shower or a bath or somethin'?

Yeah. The bathroom|is through there.

Towels are in the cabinet.

Thanks.

This is a nice place, dude.

Thank you.

So, this make us partners, right?

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