Black Dynamite

Leon St. James

for Anaconda Malt Liquor.

With the delectable combination

of the finest barleys and hops...

...it's the only malt liquor...

...that carries the seal of excellence

from Uncle Sam himself.

And when you pop the top,

the panties drop.

Is that Anaconda Malt Liquor?

The only malt liquor to be approved

by the United States government?

That's right. Anaconda Malt Liquor.

Anaconda Malt Liquor,

brewed in Piedmont, Georgia.

Gentlemen, every one of you

are the most respected men...

Doing business with me,

you'll find you'll be protected...

...and you will be supplied

with as much as you can distribute.

However, one of us here

is not who he appears to be.

Come on, you jive turkeys.

What kind of rundown is this?

Look, man...

...I gotta get back to the streets

where I come from, sucker.

Hold it.

I told you jive chumps,

I ain't no snitch.

Who said you were?

He's dead.

My God, men.

Do you know what this means?

Do you know whose brother...?

This ghetto is gonna be turned

upside-down, I tell you, upside-down.

The streets are gonna run crimson

with the blood of the men...

...responsible

for his brother's death.

Man I am speaking of

is a veritable one-man army.

And if you get on his bad side,

brother, you're done for.

It's only a matter of time

before he finds out...

...and when he does,

no matter where he is...

...get ready, gentlemen,

because hell's a-coming.

Coming, coming, coming.

Black Dynamite,

that was the best loving I ever had.

Me too.

That goes triple for me.

Mama, you're gonna waske up

the rest of the b*tches.

I wanna tell you a story

about a friend I've had.

He's a mean motherf***er

and he's super bad.

So grab on to your seats

and hang on tight...

...while I tell you a story

about Black Dynamite.

Yeah?

Dynamite, baby,

Nipsy still ain't paid up.

Solid. I'm on it, Bee.

Who's there?

I'm looking for Nipsy.

There's no Nipsy here.

Now, I'm gonna ask you

one more time.

Where's Nipsy?

Here I am, sucker.

Honeybee,

what's happening, baby?

Black Dynamite.

What did you do to Nipsy?

Now, word on the street

is that he's gonna be in traction.

You know me. I just talked to him.

Thank you, Black Dynamite.

I'm so happy.

Hey, they mess with you, Mama,

they're messing with me.

Black Dynamite, I wanna thank you

for taking care of us girls...

...while we was down and out

and didn't have no pimp.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Ain't nobody seen Pimpin' Jake

for two days...

...and he ain't been by here

with your money.

- And...

- I knew I forgot something.

Tiny.

Get Pimpin' Jake out of my trunk.

Tell him the rest by Wednesday

or I'll make him stick himself.

I'm sorry. Go on, Bee.

They replaced the chain on your

nunchucks and oiled the bearings.

They're sitting there on your desk,

next to the dry cleaning.

All right. What's wrong, Honeybee?

I've known you too long.

Now, if something's bothering you,

why don't you lay it on me?

Black Dynamite,

I got to go to the hospital.

It's my little nephew, Bucky.

He OD'd.

Where is Bucky

and what has he had?

It's that new drug on the street.

All the kids are falling prey to it.

What we gonna do,

Black Dynamite?

I know what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna fight.

The only way I know how.

Ever since I was a boy,

all I knew was how to fight.

Fight, fight, fight.

And when I got tired,

I would fight some more.

And now that the Man

has got our backs to the wall...

...I ain't gonna let him hurt the kids.

I'm gonna take him down.

I'm gonna take them all down.

Who the hell is interrupting

my kung fu?

- Who the hell is this?

- Black Dynamite, it's your Aunt Billy.

How many times

I told you not to call here...

...and interrupt my kung fu?

It's bad news, Dynamite.

It's your only brother, Jimmy.

He's dead, Dynamite.

Jimmy's dead.

Scram.

I said split.

Shake the scene, you turkeys.

Get out of my house.

I'll see you all tomorrow.

How did it happen, Aunt Billy?

They found him shot full of holes

in an old shipping yard.

Dead as a dog.

Said he had drugs on him.

I guess he was still on that stuff.

Now, I thought you promised

your mama on her deathbed...

...you wass gonna get him

off that stuff, Black Dynamite.

Whoever did this is gonna pay.

I can promise you that.

Well, I hope it ain't like

when you promised your mama...

...you wass gonna get him

off of that stuff...

...for the rest of his natural life...

Black Dynamite,

I want you to promise me...

...that you'll look after your brother...

...and make sure

he doesn't end up on drugs...

...or dead.

I promise.

Jimmy, I am 18-year-old

Black Dynamite...

...and you are my 16... year-old

kid brother...

...and you are high

as a kite yet again.

Who gave you the drugs, Jimmy?

Who?

Your mama would turn over

in her grave...

...if she were here to see this.

She loved Jimmy with all her heart.

You promised your mama

on her deathbed...

...that you would look after Jimmy.

Now he's dead.

I scoured the crime scene

like you told me to.

Dig what I found.

Now, this is some heavy sh*t.

Freeze, turkeys.

I see you haven't lost your touch,

B.D.

O'Leary?

The old "pie on the windowsill" trick.

I can't believe I fell for that.

That was the same trap you used

in Nam to save my ass.

B.D. Took our fatigues

and put them on two dead gooks.

I remember we circled back

and turned the tables.

I guess you forgot about the time

you and Bravo company...

...left my black ass for dead, huh?

But I remember.

I remember everything.

I remember Vietnam

like it was yesterday.

I remember that village

in Tainan that we cut down.

It was a massacre.

All the dead Chinamen

we left in our tracks.

I remember the faces, the children.

This one child I'll never forget.

Poor little bastard was still alive.

His little Chinese legs

were blown clean off.

Still see his little shins and feet...

...hanging from the ceiling fan

across the hut.

He was charred from his head down

to his little Chinese knees.

He tried to get up...

...but he fell over when what wass left

of his right leg broke off.

As he laid there flat on his face...

...he looked up at me.

His little Chinese eyes

burned right into my stomach...

...deep into my soul.

He said something to me

in Chinese, like:

Sounds like some cartoon sh*t...

...but I understood it to be a question

that he was asking me.

And I don't have to know

how to speak Chinese...

...to know what that question was.

"Why, Black Dynamite?

Why?"

We're a long way from Nam.

Look at this place.

It must have an eight-track player

in every room.

What's going on today

is a smack problem of epic proportion.

Corruption is running rampant

and we don't know who to trust.

We need you, Black Dynamite,

now more than ever.

I know I was the best CIA agent

that the CIA ever had...

...but I thought I told you honkies

from the CIA...

...that Black Dynamite

was out of the game.

- You're never out of the game.

- I've known you for a long time.

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