Black Dynamite Page #3

AR-48.

I wish we could get

some sh*t like this.

That round will go through

a bulletproof vest like it was a pillow.

Any idea who would have it?

Whoever it is,

he must work for the Man...

...because that right there

is strictly government issue.

You mind telling me

how this was found...

...at the scene

of my brother's death?

Okay, Black Dynamite.

Want me to level with you?

Your brother Jimmy

wasn't a two-bit drug dealer.

- He was one of us.

- What?

He was working undercover.

And he wanted to be just like you.

Jimmy, why didn't you tell me?

Vincent Rafelli.

Don of the Carbozi family.

Heads up a shipping company.

We believe he's distributing dope.

Jimmy felt that the don

and Congressman James...

...had something up their sleeve.

He didn't quite know what it was.

He died trying to find out.

So I don't need to tell you

the importance of this mission.

But I just have one question.

Are you in or are you out?

Because God knows

you're the only one we can trust.

I'm in.

Good.

I had a feeling

you were gonna say that.

Hope you don't mind.

I took the liberty

of reinstating your license to kill.

You're gonna need this.

Black Dynamite's looking for us.

You said you would handle it.

I'm bringing in

the heavy hitters now.

Somebody broke into

my dead brother Jimmy's apartment.

Breathe deeply, baby.

Daddy, you make my heart beat.

Yeah, Dr. Dynamite can hear that.

But I think

you're running a temperature.

Let me see if I can find

a thermometer for you.

What the...?

I told you urine sample,

Nurse Jenny.

Black Dynamite.

I mean, really.

You sent her in here

with them titties.

What did you expect?

How's my x-ray?

Well, no fragments.

In and out.

You're lucky, Black Dynamite.

Three inches to the left...

...and we wouldn't even be having

this conversation.

Three inches to the right,

it would've missed my black ass.

Well, you need a new line of work.

This is the second time this year.

I know, I know.

Why do I bother?

There's no helping you.

No, doc, you help me just fine.

See you next time.

You hang in there, Leon.

You hear me?

Hey, Mama, what's going down?

That your kid in there?

No.

Nephew? Cousin?

I said no.

No relation, he...

He happens to be one of the kids

at the orphanage where I work.

He overdosed on smack.

Third one this month.

And why?

What does it matter to you anyway?

Whoa, Mama, just trying to help.

Oh, I don't need your kind of help.

Men like you only help

when there's something in it for them.

They can't be bothered.

Too busy chasing their chicks

and their bread and their fancy car.

No, Mr. Black Dynamite.

The only help you know

is how to help yourself.

Whoa, Mama, it ain't about me.

It's about that kid in there.

Now do you really want help...

...or are you just trying to prove to the

world you can do it all on your own?

Mama always said:

"A helping hand is a helping hand,

clean or dirty."

Guess my hands

ain't clean enough for you.

Wait.

These politicians don't give a damn.

I mean, look, look at these ads.

Congressman James

made promises to the people.

Then he took away

his drug-awareness programs...

...and allowed his bedfellows

to sell crap to the kids.

He even invested in these products.

Now the dope is everywhere.

It's even...

It's even in the orphanage.

Not the orphanage.

I used to be an orphan.

You ain't got no mommy

and you ain't got no daddy.

You're an orphan.

Orphan, orphan, orphan.

No, not the orphans.

I think I need

to show you something.

We've been trying

to reach these children.

But this new smack on the street

is proving too much of a match for us.

The worst thing

about these pushers...

...getting these children

addicted to this new smack...

...is that these children are orphans,

and orphans don't have parents.

Ain't nothing in the world

get Black Dynamite more mad...

...than some jive-ass sucker

dealing smack to the kids.

Bobby, stop it.

You'll kick soon.

You dealing, brother?

I need my smack, I need it now.

Put a few of these honeys on the street

and I'll get you your bread, partner.

I refuse to let this happen to you,

little man.

I will shake this poisonous sh*t

out of your smacked-up body...

...if I have to.

Black Dynamite, stop.

We've tried that, nothing works.

I can't look at these kids no more.

This orphanage used to be alive

with laughter, kids playing.

Now look at it, it's sickening.

Whoever's responsible is gonna pay,

if it's the last thing I do.

Black Dynamite,

I wish it was that simple.

But this is much bigger

than you and me.

Hey, Little Mama.

It may be bigger than you

and it may be bigger than me.

But it ain't bigger than you and me.

Can you dig it?

I think so.

I gotta split.

You need me to drop you off

somewhere?

No, I think I'm gonna go down

the street and grab a bite.

I'll drive you.

Thanks for the ride.

Can I get some hot sauce

for my donut?

Excuse me, lady.

- Oh, my God.

- What is it? What is going on?

How did you know?

Donuts don't wear alligator shoes.

Damn.

Sorry, Roscoe.

It's cool, man.

Chili and donuts ain't working out

for me no how.

Maybe it's time for a change.

What have you gotten me into?

It wasn't me they were after, sugar.

You must have pissed off some people

in some pretty high places.

I'm gonna take you somewhere

you'll be safe.

Black Dynamite,

you ain't got to worry about Gloria.

She gonna be safe up in here.

I been keeping the girls up

on their kung fu like you told me to.

Now, they find her up in here,

we will fricassee they honky asses.

You sure about this?

Maybe we should call the police.

No, Mama. You can bet

your sweet ass and half a titty...

...whoever put that hit on you, already

got the cops in their back pocket.

You be cool, Mama.

Bee here will keep you tight

and out of sight.

I'm gonna shake the tree

from the roots and rake up the fruits...

...rip it up out the ground,

find out what's going down.

Don't worry about tomorrow, Mama,

because tonight...

Dynamite's gonna make

everything all right.

Euphoria, shut up.

I know that was you.

I ain't even gotta look.

I should send you to Crenshaw Pete

with his hot-ass coat hangers.

Would you like that?

Black Dynamite,

I know that we just met...

...but somehow I feel

that I can trust you.

I'll be here waiting

till you come to get me.

Thank you for saving my life.

You be cool, Little Mama.

I'll be back before too long.

Order, order, order.

Order, nigga.

The game is at an all-time low.

Never in the history of the game

has there been such devastation.

- That's right.

- Yeah.

Tricks running low,

cops pushing harder than ever.

- Yeah.

- That's right.

These little b*tches just running wild.

I thought we had

these poop-butt pigs paid off.

- Come to find out.

- Yeah.

They trapping my ho's

every time they hit the track.

I'm spending more bail money

than I'm getting tail money.

Yeah, yeah.

I can dig it, Chocolate, I can dig it.

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