Bait Page #4

I think he sprung a leak.|He kind of smells.

Never mind, Alvin.

I'm going to work. The babysitter|will be here in five minutes.

Come on, Lisa.

Just give me another chance.|I'll get out there, I'll get a job.

Take care of myself.|I'll take care of you.

We got a whole little family.|Don't squeeze me out of that.

You know, Alvin,|it's been really hard.

I know. It's hard for everybody.

Okay, but you gotta prove yourself.

- You gotta get a job.|- I'll get that.

- Stay out of jail.|- I don't remember how to get to jail.

And stop dressing like a thug.

I'll get a new Versace, Gucci.

Maybe I'll consider...

- Making love to your man?|- Having dinner with you.

You'll like the way I cook.|While I was in there, taught me how.

I can cook you anything.

French. Bon giorno.|I can cook ltalian. Ciao, bella.

Or I can cook, like, soul food.

"Daisy, check your greens.|They done spoiled now".

- Goodbye, Alvin.|- Can I get a kiss?

- Goodbye, Alvin.|- All right. Take it easy.

- Lisa?|- Yes?

What's my son's name?

- His name is Gregory.|- Gregory.

Gregory.

G-Dog! That's all right.

That's your daddy.

I think old Alvin just|might make it this time.

Alvin Sanders is bait.

That's all he is.

When he's served his purpose...

when he draws our man|out of the shadows....

Well, you know what happens to bait.

Well, well, well.

Decoding complete.

Sequence complete.

Look at this sh*t.

Clown.

Sushi chef.

Male exotic dancer.

That might be all right.

What's cracking?

Yes, I'm looking|for a Mr. Alvin Sanders.

I do not know if|a Mr. Sanders is around.

Who is calling?

My name is Rhonda Glimsher.|I'm a student at Columbia University.

- I'm working on my master's degree.|- Trace it.

- Excuse me? You said "Master P"?|- Master's degree.

Toronto.

No, wait. Dublin.

No, I got it. Madrid!

This is Mobile 1. We're on it.

Orlando?

I was given Mr. Sander's name...

from the Department|of Corrections.

Sons of b*tches. Anyway, go on.

Going through a call diverter!

- Nothing.|- Give me 63 again.

Got the location.

Air unit, Mobile 1|requesting visual support.

I'm doing an aftercare survey|as part of my thesis...

and I'm paying 200 dollars|per interview.

What? 200 dollars?

It's a skipped signal.

Not isolating frequency.

- Try a back-end patch.|- What do you think I'm doing?

Are you Mr. Sanders?

I am not him, but I am Mr. Sanders'...

agent.

Give me 63 again. Where are you?

Tel Aviv. Where is he?!

I must be sure you're not lying.|Mr. Sanders doesn't like that.

Mr. Sanders could get upset...

and pop cap in ass.|You ever been capped and popped?

- Going to original patch.|- Showing 13 countries!

- It was 71.|- It was 74!

Stay on the line.|IKeep him on the line.

- What do you got?|- It must be another call box.

I'll call back in a few days|for an appointment.

Make sure you do because|I really need to get that cash.

Thank you for your time.

We got nothing here!

He's gone.

I've never seen anything like this.

It was him.

He crawled out from the dark...

and he f***ing bit.

Boss, boss, boss.

What's happening, my man?

- May I help you?|- Yeah, I'm looking for a job.

I'd like to start|in entrepreneurial...

but if not, I'll work my way up|from the washroom.

Wait tables or whatever.

I had a couple problems, okay?

But everything is cool now.

Didn't you rob me a few years ago?

You walked in with a skinny guy...

picked up my cash register|and ran out the door with it.

No, that wasn't me.|I don't hang out with thin dudes.

Your friend got away.|I picked you out of the lineup.

Number four. You were number four!

I was number four in high school|when I played ball.

Cute. Now you're here|asking me for a job?

You holding me up again?|I'm calling the police.

- 911. I need the cops.|- You tripping.

This is just a resume.|Everybody...

you see, this is a resume.

This isn't happening.

This is a resume.

Please, I'm putting the resume down|right now.

Okay? IKeep eating, please.

Ricky Martin, don't make me do this.

I ain't here for this.|Hands...

WWF!

I called the cops.

Damn! Getting a job|is getting dangerous.

Stop that guy!

- Ijust wanted ajob.|- Oh, f***.

Maybe you picked the wrong guy.

Or not.

Give me another chance.|I'll get out there. I'll get ajob.

Take care ofmyself,|I'll take care of you.

We got a whole little family.

Don't squeeze me out of that.

What's my son's name?

Gregory.

Alvin, get in.

Stevie...

is this stolen?

No, Julio and Ramundo hooked me up|with this. I'm tight with them.

No, you ain't. This is stolen.|I ain't getting in.

Julio and Ramundo...

hooked me up with this.|I'm tight with them.

It is not stolen.

Alvin, get in.

It's stolen.

It is not stolen.|Man, it is cold outside.

It's flu season. Get in.

You know me. I'll go through|some cold. I ain't....

I ain't standing here much longer.

Why you got to be my brother?

We're fine. Look, baby...

I know you'll get me in trouble.

I'm gonna rock this box|in your ear.

I don't feel like listening...

Who that?

We're on the 59th Street Bridge,|headed into the city.

This ain't the way home.

We got some business to take care of.

Steven, I told you, man...

Just sit back and relax.

You riding with something like a pimp.|I'm something like a pimp.

I'm supposed to be a pimp|on the thirteenth.

I'm something like a pimp.|I'm something like it.

He just made a left off 2nd.|Moving east on Canal.

He's going to the docks.

According to this file on Steve,|that's where he makes his pickups.

This way, gentlemen.

I pulled a bust sheet from NYPD|and guess what?

They got an undercover special|going down tonight at Pier 27.

Christ! That stupid son of a b*tch|is about to get pinched.

Mobile 3, move in.

Pull over. I'm not doing this.

- Nope.|- I'm going straight.

Pull the car over.

Alvin, you're ex-con.|You just got out of the penitentiary.

You got 26 dollars in your pocket,|25 of it is mine.

- Pull over.|- I'm not pulling...

- Get your finger out my face.|- Get your finger out my face.

- Don't touch me.|- Don't touch me.

- Don't touch me.|- Don't touch me.

I didn 't touch you!

- Don't touch me.|- I ain't.

- You touched me.|- I didn't touch you!

I got business.

- Hello?|- Give me this phone.

- Yo, Stevie.|- Yeah, Julio? Ramundo?

He can't come to the phone.|He banging your girlfriend.

- Give me the phone.|- "Ah, it's so good!"

"lt's not fair|that you do your thing!"

Give me the phone.

It was that f***, Alvin.

Alvin?|That kid ain't nothing but trouble.

Stop playing, man!

I make 10 G's off them a week.

- Ten G's?|- Yeah.

Plus they sell food stamps.|I bought 160 for...

it was 84, something like that.

- Ten G's?|- That's right.

Turn left on East Broadway...

half a mile before they turn.

Mobile 3. Do not|let him enter the docks.

- Do not let him make that turn.|- Copy that.

What the hell?!|What's going on?

- What the hell's your problem, man?|- Oh, sh*t!

Did you jump out a cab and not pay?

Quit talking and drive.

This ain't no Cadillac!

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