All About the Benjamins Page #8

...pointin' down on my|head, about to shoot.

You know what?|F*** them diamonds, man.

What about my ticket that was|left in that Benz?

And it's gone.

You wanna be a b*tch|about my diamonds?

I can be a b*tch about|your ticket. Period.

I quit, motherf***er!|How about that?

Come on, baby.|Let's go.

Quit?! Quit what?!

All we are two motherfuckers...

...tryin' to get paid.|That's all.

That's it!

It's all about the Benjamins, remember?

So don't get it twisted, motherf***er!

Bucum, don't be so mean.

Don't say nothin' to him.|He just mad 'cause I quit!

Quit? Quit again!|Quit again after that!

I don't care about that!

'Cause we was never partners anyway!

You thought we was partners,|but we wasn't never partners.

I'm gonna tell you somethin'|straight up, man.

Since we ain't partners...

...why the f*** we standin'|here, talkin' right now?

Me and Gina could do this|by our damn self, man.

F*** them diamonds, Bucum.|Come on, baby.

Man--

Bucum, you're wrong.

- Go--|- Did you--

Go talk to him.

- Reggie!|- Go!

I g-- I'm goin'!|Reggie!

Look, man.

Let's end this on a good note, OK?

We got Gina back,|and when you really...

...think about it,|that's all that matters.

I-- look, what the hell|do you want me to s--

That's not all.

All right.|F*** that ticket, man.

All right. F*** them|diamonds, man. Cool?

It's cool. It's cool.

You're my dog. We gotta|look out for each other, man.

We might need each other in the future.

We're partners.

- Hey!|- What?

You know what?|After you blow that--

Blow this!

Hey, you see that?

- Come on!|- Come on, baby.

Hey, come on!

Let's go.

Clean all this sh*t out of the car.

Do you want to count the money?

No, thanks.

So it's off to Rio.

You think Williamson|and them in that boat, too?

There's only one way to find out.

Pam, you and Gina stay here.

If you see anything funny, call|them punk-ass Miami police.

Come on.

I ain't got no bullets in this gun, man.

What you bring it for?

To scare 'em or somethin'.

Look, this is my baby, OK?

Hold that, baby.

Handle it with care.

All right.

Let's go.

Give me that.

"Wait here."

What, they think|we can't do anything?

Those motherfuckers kidnapped me!

Can you jump?

Come on.

- What happened?|- I dropped your gun.

I oughta kick your ass.|Come on.

Hey, man, how are you gonna|just drop my favorite gun?

Man, it slipped out of my hand.

I ain't never been on no boat before.

F*** all that!

Here. Use this.

Oh, my God.

I cannot believe this sh*t.

What the f*** is I'm gonna do with--

...them dudes got guns up in here.

Hey, it's better than nothin', man.

I don't want it, dude.|Gimme that, then...

...if it's better than nothin'.

No! This mine!|Forget it.

Don't use nothin', then.

That's what I'm sayin'.

Five fingers.|Use your five fingers.

Stickin' to my guns.

Well, stick to your guns.

You know what?

Give it here.|I'll take it.

Be careful.

You got batteries to this|motherf***er right here?

Come on!

When do you get your cut?

When I say you get your cuts.

I'm a man of my word, right?

Right?

Right.

Now, pop up deck, 'cause I have|some business to attend to.

Let's go.

What are we gonna do now?

I don't know.

But we gotta do somethin'.

Gimme the gun.

It don't have any bullets.

Gimme the gun.

What the hell was that?

Yes!

Oh, ho, we did it!

- Damn!|- What?

What?

I just seen two people fall in the water.

You seen two people fall in the water?

Two people.

And I think it was that big dude|that was at the track.

Bullshit.|I don't see nobody.

What the hell them girls|doin' out there?

Bucum, hold up for a minute.

Oh, my wallet. Goddamn.

Yeah! That's what|I'm talkin' about.

Sixty million.

Sixty million.

That's what I'm talking about.

Yes! $60 million.

I'm about about to go|to the club, be like--

...look what a nigga won.|Sixty million.

What a-- what a--|what a-- sixty million--

You again, Mr. Wright?

You know what?|You're like a cockroach.

Every time you crush one...

...another one comes creepin'|out of the woodwork.

You know what? It's funny|that you said that...

...'cause I'm black, and I know|about all kind of roaches.

Gangster roaches, I know|a Puerto Rican roa--

Shut up.

Sweetheart, take the bags,|and put 'em in a speedboat...

...and start her up.

And you.|Pick up the bags.

See, I knew you was a gangster...

...when I first seen you.|You look just like--

Get the f***in' bags.

Look, man, why you gonna|try to shoot me, man?

- You need--|- The bags!

Don't shoot me!|Please don't shoot me.

I ain't got no insurance.

I'm on Medicaid.

They got me on all kind of--

- 1, 2, 3...|- OK.

Sharks don't even like black people.

Shut up.

They don't like black|people, though, man.

Unless you put some barbecue|sauce on me or somethin'.

And then they'll deal with a black man.

And I'm tellin' you,|I heard you in there pimpin'...

...and I'm lettin' you know that.

Shut the f*** up,|put the cases down.

Hi, sweetheart.

We're takin' this piece of sh*t out...

...going to feed him to the sharks.

Not so fast, Scarface.

I got wifey here|and we ain't goin' nowhere.

You're forgettin' somethin'.

What's that?

She's not my wife yet.

Come on!

Say your prayers.

You're lucky I didn't|break your f***in' neck.

Reggie, I'm here, man.

Where you get hit at?

I got shot, man.|I got hit in the chest.

Hit in the back.

I got shot about five times, dude.

Oh, man, you just hit|in the arm.

Be careful, man.|I'm gonna faint.

Is it over yet?

It's over.

We did it.

- We did it.|- We did it, man.

Dig in my pocket.

I want you to get somethin' for me.

Wait a minute, nigga.|We ain't that close.

Come on, man.|Stop playin', man.

I'm shot.|Dig in my pocket.

I see you got what you was lookin' for.

Yes, sir. And I was|gonna cut you in...

...even though you don't|care about my ticket.

I didn't say I didn't care|about your ticket, man.

There you are, you f***in' bastard!

Oh, sh*t!

You f***in'--

I hate this f***in' job.

Hey, you ain't gotta work no more.

We rich now.

Sh*t, I know.

- Not so fast.|- What?

Here come the Coast Guard.

What are we gonna do, Bucum?

I don't know. Damn!

Somethin' I hate to do,|but I gotta do it.

Sorry about that, player.

I love you, but you gotta go.

What the f*** is--

That's my f***in' arm, man!

Look, all you got is|a punk-ass warrant.

I gotta turn you in, man.

Let 'em know everything that happened.

If not, we goin' to jail|for a hell of a long time.

And I know you don't|wanna do that.

Man, this is some bullshit, man.

Look, look, look, man.

All you gotta do is|keep your mouth shut.

You'll be out in less than|two weeks, man.

I'll be right there|with your ticket, man.

I swear.|You just gotta trust me.

You are f***in' crazy.

I'm sittin' here in handcuffs...

...you want me to f***in' trust you?

Man, trust me.

Man, that's some bull-- look, look.

Nigga, I got shot.

I got shot while we was doin' this sh*t.

Nigga, you ain't|gonna do nothin'...

...but try and go f*** Gina, nigga.

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