Black Sun Page #2

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What a load of crap!

Shut up! I live here.

I'll do whatever I want.

You bastard!

You're the f***in' worst!

You don't like jazz.

You can't play the trumpet.

You can't even sing!

You're no Negro.

You're a slave. An ox!

A dumb, useless ox!

All you've got is that gun.

You're nothing without it,

you coward!

Fight with your bare fists.

I'll knock you flat.

You can stand there all day.

It's Good Night, Sweetheart" for me.

God, you smell putrid!

Don't move!

Shout all you want.

Try giving me orders now.

What's wrong?

Helpless without this?

Don't look at me like that, slave.

Don't just stand there.

Put on a record.

Do it!

Put on a record!

Not that one.

That one over there!

Careful or I'll blow

your nappy head off.

Come on, sing!

Give me that crucifix.

That one.

It's kind of cool.

I've had my eye on it.

No?

You see this? Hand it over!

Don't move!

Sit down.

Sit down, I said.

Holy sh*t! This is cool.

Amazing.

Hey! What's going on?

What was that?

You idiot!

Watch that!

What is it, Officer?

- Be more careful.

- Will do. Sorry.

Thanks.

Son of a b*tch!

Bastard!

Black!

Black!

Officer, caught the killer yet?

- That's not your business.

- Keep up the good work.

Why'd you stop?

What's that look?

Run if you want.

I can't use the gun here.

But I could always shout,

The darky murderer's here!

Look there.

Those guys wanna hang you.

Sh*t!

- I thought you were for real.

- I got myself a slave today.

Hey, a match.

Here, matches.

Hurry UP!

Tell him anything.

Let's make him dance!

Dance!

SHIBUYA SHOPPING ARCADE

He's useless. Forget him.

Come here.

You wanna sell me this slave?

- Great toy!

- Outta my way!

Is that decked-out car in back yours?

- Yeah.

- You can't do business here.

- You gotta pay your respects.

Morning! Hi! Night! Congrats!

You're pissin' us off, a**hole!

Get him!

Get the big guy too!

Stop, you bastards!

Bastard!

Dumbass! It's just a toy!

He's black!

Go around that way.

Street musicians!

Where do you think you're going?

Goddamn bastard!

He's going to play something.

Mommy, let's go home.

Cheer up.

Leave it to me.

I'm used to stuff like this.

Here. Drink up.

I'm actually glad

they tore down my house.

No one will find us now.

Wait here a moment.

Why do you look like that?

- I've come for my cash.

- I said I'd have it tomorrow.

Just part is okay.

I got nowhere to sleep.

I said tomorrow.

I'm looking after a sick man.

What's going on?

What's wrong with you?

Damn it!

A**hole.

What are you saying?

I don't know what that means.

No English.

Understand, jackass?

Serves you right.

Where do I go now?

What's your problem?

I've had it with you.

Why don't you just scram?

The sea? Like this?

Now I get it.

Okay, I'll take you.

Hey, look!

It's the sea!

Look! It's the ocean!

The sea!

We'll camp out here tonight.

Wait! What are you doing?

Wait!

Hey, hold on!

Hey, wait!

Come back or I'll shoot!

You idiot! Are you nuts?

What now?

Stop it.

Damn it!

F***ing idiot! You're nuts!

I hope the MPs kill you!

Stupid jerk!

Sh*t! Even the car's

making a fool of me.

Damn it!

Damn it!

Don't cry.

Crying won't help.

I won't go anywhere.

Oh sh*t.

The bastards.

Damn you all!

Hang in there. Don't die.

I... Mei.

You're Gil?

Damn it's cold.

There's nothing I can do.

I've got it! Wait here.

I'll take you to a real sea.

Gil!

Gil!

Sh*t!

You're both surrounded.

You can? escape.

Surrender and come forward.

Sh*t! We can't get caught now.

I'm gonna take Gil to the sea.

Sh*t!

Gil, there's the sea!

This building is surrounded.

It's no use resisting.

Come out with your hands up.

Damn it!

Stop or I'll kill all of you!

No! I can't do it!

Gil! Go back home

to your mama!

Go back home!

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