Blood Out Page #3

F*** you very much, Detective Hardwick.

F***ing a**hole.

Oh, sh*t! Holy sh*t!

- Let's go. Get back in the car.

- You like that?

- Let's get the f*** out of here.

- He had it coming. You got my drink?

(UPBEAT HIP-HOP MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Who was that for?

Homeboy D-Day.

- F*** that snitch!

- Shut the f*** up, Squat.

You know as well as I do

f***ing D-Day was no snitch.

Yeah? Then why the f*** did Zed

make us do what we did then, huh?

'Cause Zed's a f***ing animal.

That's why.

David wanted out, man. That was it.

He was getting married and sh*t.

You said 'Zed', right?

He's Zed, the big cheese, Elias's boss.

You're EC. I thought you would know Zed.

Yeah, I know exactly who he is.

I just didn't know he was down here

taking care of a snitch.

Anyway...

..Elias wants to meet you.

So let's go see him.

SONG:
This is a movement A real movement

Like coke in motion

You motherfuckers

talk like you a movement

But none of youse are moving

I walked the hills. I had to climb

with these legs of my own

My hard days and dark nights

put my head in the zone

Hustled for blood money

Left my wife pregnant at home

We're on the television

Everyone's regularly stoned

I flashback to a '70s song

in the Volare with my mom

Picture the future

Seeing everything gone

My wife is asking me.

Is anything wrong?"

I tell her. Erica. everything is

You better be strong"

America. where I was born

City blocks are where I was raised

I seed from the land of the greed.

home of the craze

I never run. I'm unafraid

I'm known to be brave

Till my b*tch dig me a ditch

and she stone me a grave

Seven weeks in utero

You grow and don't be a slave

Just build your hunger and

your power from your loneliest days

There were many before me who

moulded me and showed me the way

But I'm my own man. there's nobody

that told me to say what I say

Hate will fuel your rage

Drugs will get you high

Money buys respect

Love will get you by...

- You like her?

- Are you kidding me?

Sit.

My boys tell me that you have,

uh, some serious banging skills.

Is that right?

He tore it up at the cop shop, boss.

So tell me -- what brings you

to Jigga City?

I wasn't going back in.

The Assassins -- I knew they were here.

And what about your boys?

(SCOFFS) Man, I was on cold storage.

By the time I gated, my EC boys

are either dead or locked up.

Which boys?

G-Ray, Smokes, DC Dog -- all dead.

(CHUCKLES) Little Mac, B-Bad --

still in prison.

Hoodwink and Lemworth.

How did Hoodwink get his name?

You know that.

Eye socket smashed in

while he was jumping in.

(CHUCKLES) By me.

And you, what's your G name?

Snake.

Snake?

OK, Mr Snake.

Welcome to your new set,

Red Stick Assassins.

Consider yourself blessed in.

But you have to work

a little harder for your set.

Just a tiny little test.

What the f*** is the test?

A test to be a true Essex man.

We have a date with the BRG

and you, Mr Snake,

are gonna be our head-buster.

OK.

Good.

Let's celebrate.

No, I'm good.

He's good. (CHUCKLES)

He's good.

(FUNKY ROCK MUSIC)

SONG:
We did it for the money

We did it for the game

We did it for the money

And we'll do it again

We did it for the money

We did it for the fame

And we did it for the money

And we'll do it again

Again. again. again...

ZED:
You may be a warrior,

but the throne belongs to him

who has the courage to sit on it.

Ain't that the f***ing truth,

hey, right?

You keep doing what you're doing

and me and you're gonna be highrolling

very soon, my brother.

Very soon, very soon.

- That's the f***ing plan, right?

- Yeah.

- That's the f***ing plan. Hey.

- Here.

- Stay out of trouble.

- Alright.

(HEAVY ROCK MUSIC)

(PEOPLE CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

What's up, ladies?

Man, who the f*** is you?

I'm the reaper, baby,

and Death is with me.

(HEAVY ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES)

(GRUNTS)

- Forgot how f***ing fun this was.

- (GRUNTS)

Please, sir, could you spare

some change?

No, we got nothing for you, sweetheart.

Keep on moving.

Hey, Iady, come here.

Here, take it.

Yours.

God bless you.

What the f*** are you doing?

She needs it more than I do.

Yeah, but...you got nobody else better

to give it to?

Yeah, like who?

I don't know. Your momma?

No, she got killed by a drive-by

when I was a kid, you know.

She have any other babies?

Yeah, kid brother.

Died banging.

What about you?

Sister.

She cool?

(LAUGHS) No. She's a f***ing mess.

Pregnant, strung-out,

pain in my f***ing ass.

You gotta love her, though, right?

So they keep telling me.

Way to go.

GUN!

You hit?

You?

No.

F*** this.

(UPBEAT LATIN MUSIC)

That is unacceptable.

If you get any resistance,

correct it by any means necessary.

Exactly.

Now the summit.

Tell me about the American.

"He's a newcomer" --

that's your... reconnaissance?

Find out everything you can

about this man.

We have very little... time.

Contact our friend at the ministry.

Have him drop the papers

we spoke about.

I don't care what it costs. Do it.

Dance!

Well, aren't you a picture

of prenatal f***ing health?

Look, I just need a little, OK?

Probably, if you just give me a little,

I'll be fine, OK?

I don't know

what you're f***ing talking about.

- Never gonna happen!

- I know you sell this sh*t!

I know you sell this sh*t, alright?!

Just give me some f***ing...

Don't you f***ing touch me! Just...

Listen to me. Listen to me. Come here.

See this? See this?

- You're f***ing pregnant!

- F*** you!

Listen, if you don't wanna do it

for yourself, do it for the baby.

I am not gonna help you f***ing

kill yourself. Do you understand me?

F*** you, OK?!

I will go suck a dick

if you won't give me none.

F*** you. F*** you!

(VOICE ECHOES)

You're gonna give her Mom's ring?

What's up, big dawg?

Let's go bang this, man.

Go blast them fools.

Sister?

Yes, it is.

- You guys always go at it like that?

- These days, yes.

Yo, come on, y'all, man!

I wanna ram

them mother-f***ers up tonight!

F*** me, Squat.

You got some energy in you.

Yeah, well, Elias says we gotta bounce.

Wants to get his new general

to the game.

(STARTS CAR)

Michael, Anthony here tells me

of all your good deeds.

Everyone...bear witness.

You, Michael, are now my general.

What the f*** is a general?

He's been locked up a for a while.

Michael, the world sees us

as nothing but thugs...

..street rats, urchins...

..as Lucifer does.

We have the world fooled.

Cops are numb,

and our business has expanded.

Sounds like a good thing.

Like the cogs on a wheel,

we build our machine piece by piece.

It's not a problem. We just, uh...

we go recruit more bangers, right?

We get the baddest mother-f***ers

in the world.

It's not like the marines.

It's like the Mayans.

We conquer a tribe, they bang for us.

They're not us.

Doesn't matter.

They're warriors.

How do you think a 13th Street boy

became an Assassin?

And if they won't roll,

Elias jets them to another set.

Fair enough.

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