Blood and Bone Page #5

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to be less than what was promised,

every decision you take from that point

on is second-guessed.

And that, in my line of work,

is suicide.

Besides, why does a cool,

mellow fellow like yourself

want to hang around with a bunch of

stuffy, old white guys?

Same reason you wanna hang around

those stuffy, old white guys.

Power.

Connections.

But let's keep it real.

I'm just a cool, mellow fellow,

just shucking and jiving,

crip-walking, basketball-playing,

singing and dancing

and taking out your garbage.

That's what I am to you.

You're right.

You are African-American.

And myself and my friends,

for the most part,

don't care for the company

of African-Americans.

Quite frankly, we're entertained by you.

We're thrilled by your high-flying acrobatics

on the basketball court,

that wonderful sense of rhythm you have,

your animal athleticism.

But apart from that,

we have no use for you.

Understand?

I mean, let's face it, James.

Do you set a place at your dinner table

for your pit bulls?

Now, is this keeping it real enough for you?

I have another theory on this subject matter

and it goes something like this.

I imagine several hundred years ago,

a group of very powerful men,

not unlike yourself,

were out conquering the known world.

So they get to Africa,

feeling pretty good about themselves,

definitely feeling superior to the savages

they see running in the jungle.

That is, until one of the brothers

drops his loincloth.

And then these powerful men

all of a sudden

come face to face, so to speak,

with one of life's great inequities.

Let's whip them out and I'll settle

that myth right here and now.

Let's go.

Okay, my friend.

I'll stick my neck out and vouch for you.

But if you let me down in front of my people,

life will become very lonely for you

out there on those streets.

Am I clear?

Clear as water.

I'm hosting a retreat for Consortium

members over the next three days.

Have your man ready in two.

He'll be ready.

Wait.

I know this man.

You know him?

His name is Roberto.

He liked to help kids.

You hear about Roberto?

Yeah. I saw him.

They put the dogs

on that poor, sweet old man.

Put the dogs on him.

Chewed him up like a piece of meat.

I just don't...

I don't understand this place anymore.

I don't.

I'm just saddened.

It'll get better.

Mr. Bone, someone's here to see you.

Come on, baby, let's go.

Cute kid.

Always wanted one of my own.

I gotta call you pimp of the year, player.

I give you my best girl two days ago.

I turn around,

find you putting it to the nanny.

What are you doing here?

It's on, brother.

It is on.

What is on?

The fight between you and Price.

You put the money up for the fight?

Five million dollars.

But I never said I would fight.

Excuse me?

I told you I'd think about it.

I thought about it.

Decided not to fight.

Man, are you out of your f***ing mind?

Five million dollars.

- Get it back.

- Get it back. Get it back.

Do you know

how much sh*t you are getting me in?

You're smarter than that.

You are in that fight.

Yes, motherf***er.

You are in that fight

or somebody's gonna be dead.

You're right.

Somebody might be.

No.

Ease the f*** back there, motherf***er.

Look. Listen.

I want you to take this money,

take the kids and check into a hotel.

Stay there till you hear from me.

It's too dangerous for you now.

I will.

But when I come back, I want you gone.

Rustle up the crew now.

I want every motherf***er with a gun

locked, loaded and ready to regulate

in fifteen minutes.

Get Bone, get Pinball, that b*tch,

the nanny, all of them motherfuckers!

You smell like watermelon bubblegum.

Where that motherf***er, Bone?

Well, the last time I saw him,

I believe he was at your mother's house with

a box of condoms and a bucket of chicken.

He got jokes.

You done did it now.

Don't you know I'm from Pittsburgh?

We don't play that sh*t!

No!

I said, where that nigga, Bone?

Where that nigga...

- ... Bone?

- Hold on, slick.

Where that nigga, Bone?

Where that nigga, Bone?

Where that nigga, Bone?

I said, where that nigga, Bone?

Where that nigga, Bone?

Man, B, you're really good with that gun

as you are with your fists.

You gonna tell me

what the hell's going on around here?

You wanna talk about it here

or down at the police station?

Yeah, let's talk about that later.

But help me get this side of beef off of me.

James.

Homegirl says she got the 411 on Angela.

Yeah, I seen that girl y'all was

talking about at the Intersection.

- What intersection?

- No, man the Intersection,

back where the judge sent me to get clean.

She in there.

That girl, she in there.

Seven.

Angela.

Angela, come on, get up.

What's up, b*tches?

The f*** you gonna do?

Don't move. 'Cause I'd love

to bust a cap in one of your asses.

Get their cell phones.

- You got that b*tch yet?

- Yeah, I've got her

- Bone?

- Now I'm coming for you

F***.

Okay, motherf***er.

Okay, motherf***er.

- What's up?

- You wanna play games?

Time to play

follow the motherfucking leader.

Sh*t. He wants us to follow him.

And I think I know where.

Yeah, Franklin. James.

That fight, it has to happen tonight.

Good evening, sir.

This way, if you will.

Mr. Bone, it's good of you to join us.

Like I said, family, you are gonna fight.

And you are gonna win me back my money.

And if I don't fight?

Then you'll die.

And I'll go back to town

and I'll kill the nanny

and the three little brats

and your little rat, Pinball.

And this will hurt.

But I'll gut and filet Angela like a sea bass.

Just like you killed Roberto.

That stupid old man opened his mouth

one time too many.

And you killed my friend Danny in prison,

set him up for a murder he didn't commit.

You knew Danny?

So that's what this is about.

Danny and Angela.

He was a stupid-ass boy.

He didn't deserve Angela.

Well, I guess right about now

you'll be getting the picture

about how the f*** we roll.

James, you talk too much.

Yes, you do.

I wanna report a possible homicide,

Yeah, I'm about to send you a video.

All right.

So, you're ready to fight, Mr. Bone?

And if I don't?

Then I'll beat you where you stand.

Need I say more?

Do you want to change?

For what?

Not bad.

Winner by forfeit, Price.

You motherf***er.

- James!

- F*** you, too.

O'Hara.

- I'll see you later.

- Nobody move!

L.A.P.D.

L.A.P.D.! Everybody, stay where you are!

If I go down, you go down, too.

We'll see.

Hey, Bone, when I get out,

you got family on the outside.

Believe that, big homie.

Believe that.

Wanna go see your mommy?

Go, baby.

Never gonna leave you again.

Never again.

I know I said you had to leave,

but you can stay if you like.

No, you were... You were right. I'm trouble.

You knew that boy was here the whole time,

didn't you?

And who his mother was

long before you ever came

and knocked on my door.

I've got some money in this envelope

for you.

Nobody's looking for it.

I'd like Angela to stay here with Jared

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