Bones Page #2

Should I?

Are they on the radio?

Nah, but they will be.|They're the best.

How do you know?

- I manage them.|- It's us.

And you bought that building?

Wait a minute.|You look a little familiar.

Are you sure|you're not from around here?

I was born near here...

...but after my mom died,|Dad moved to South.

I grew up in Rossmore Park.

You're a little dark|to grow up in Rossmore Park.

Yo, she's fine.

I guess this is not|Rossmore Park, but...

...thanks for the help.

Hey, anytime.

Here.

I guess|I'll be seeing you, then.

It was nice to meet you.

If she has psychic powers...

...how come she's working|here in Desolation Row?

Come on, man.

What happened to the ColoneI?

A gangsta of love|don't eat no fried chicken.

Why not?|You eat everything else.

The whole chicken distribution|network is owned by the Klan.

Man, don't even go there.

When's the last time|you seen a black chicken farm?

Yeah, special recipe.

There's something in the batter|that makes a black man sterile.

- Bullshit.|- Now hold up, man.

Why are you so concerned with|the plight of the black man?

Last time I checked,|you was not black.

I don't know|exactly what you are...

...but you damn sure|ain't no black man.

I am the future, all right?

I am the melting pot.

You been smoking pot.

I'm the tossed salad.

I am|Martin Luther King's dream.

All I got to do|is hold my own hand.

I am post-racial.

You're post-toasted.

Post-apocalyptic,|more likely.

You're making my head hurt.

Just eat your food.

Eddie, man, what's wrong, nigga?

How many times|I done told y'all, man?

When I'm playing|this game here...

...don't interrupt me.

We just hooked you up|with a tight Viper.

We are paid, nigga.

Viper!

A Viper?

A Viper you stole|off them white boys last night?

Yep, yep, yep.

Like that, nigga.|Just like that.

Are y'all out|your motherfucking mind?

No.

Man, everybody heard|that damn screaming...

...last night on Blackstone.

Remember that sh*t?

How many times I told|you two knucklehead n*ggers?

No psycho sh*t.

If there's going to be|any psycho sh*t...

I'm the one that do it.

We know that.|We respect that.

That's why we didn't do sh*t.

You didn't Ginsu them punks|and steal their ride?

Steal their ride.|That's all we did.

That's all we did.

Man, get that car|the f*** away from here...

...you understand?

This is the type of sh*t|I'm talking about.

I pay the pigs good money|to keep sh*t cool around here...

...and this is the sh*t|that pisses everybody off.

Boy, if I didn't know|your mama-

We just thought-

No more thinking|from neither one of you!

Because I will burn your asses|and snort your asses.

Now get the f*** out of here.|Beat it.

And do something|with your hair, nigga.

Get out of here.

What make a motherf***er|take his real teeth...

...and put-I don't|understand that sh*t.

You're just|a misunderstood genius.

Dad is going to kick ass.

He doesn't like dogs in|the house in the first place.

All right. I told you so.

Hey, you guys.

Hi, Mom.

Tia... what's this?

- It's a dog.|- I can see that.

Why'd you let her bring it in|in the first place?

She's hardheaded.|She don't listen to me.

Excuse me.

Let me see|if I've got this right.

Not only do I have to feed|the three mouths I've got...

...plus Maurice|the bottomless pit...

I have to feed|this stray dog, too?

Bones, it's not nice to bite|the hand that feeds you.

What did you call him?

Bones.

You cannot keep that dog.

Hey, hey, hey.|What's up, Jimmy B?

What's going on, blood?

I got it all arranged|for you tonight, Jimmy.

Eddie Mack's|going to be there...

...and Officer Koruptsky, too.

Got it all laid out|for you, baby.

They've got 12 minutes, tops.

Jimmy, trust me on this, man.

There's some big money|behind this, baby.

Not just big-|I mean big business big...

...like big corporation big,|big government big.

One word,|three little letters-

Y- E-S. That's all|it's going to take.

We can move out of this dump,|hit the big time-

...big houses,|legitimate business, the works.

That's your dream, not mine.

I don't ever want|to leave this street.

Never.

Status quo is totally|cool with me, baby.

I hear you, Jimmy.|I'm with you, baby.

- Be good.|- All right, baby.

I hear you, Jimmy.

You got all the status...

...and I ain't got nothin'|but the quo.

Officer Slupovich...

...aka Loopy Lou.

It's not your style...

...is it, Eddie Mack...

...killing off|your customers?

I ain't killed nobody.

You want me to rack 'em up?|Play a game?

Too bad.|No time to play today.

Got your tip.

Confiscated the whole stash.

That's fair enough...|for the sh*t.

Don't you think I deserve|something a little extra...

...for knocking out|the competition?

Sh*t, you was just doing|your motherfuckin' job.

The last thing you need...

...is for me to start doing|my f***ing job.

Give that motherf***er|his money.

That's more like it.

That's the cost of|doing business.

Maybe you can deduct it|on your taxes.

F*** you.

What's up with Jeremiah|selling that building?

What?

That's ridiculous, Patrick.

So how exactly did crack|get in the ghetto, Pop?

By magic?|How did it fly in there?

Like the man said,|we don't own that many planes.

Stop poisoning your mind|with that ghetto paranoia.

That's the ways of people|justifying their own failure.

No, no, no, Dad.

The man has been lying to us|for a hundred years.

Thank you.

I'm still waiting for|my 40 acres and a mule.

You wouldn't know a mule|if one bit you in the ass.

Personally, I don't need a mule.

I've got myself a Lexus.

And nobody gave it to me.

Please, Pops-

I'd like to see the news,|please.

...in the strange|disappearance...

...of those two State College|fraternity brothers.

Now, Patrick, I'm telling-

Slick.

What is that?|What's that all about?

- Nothin'.|- What were you gonna say?

Some terrible sh*t, Pops.

Better watch your mouth, boy.

Those boys had no business|messing around down there.

You go places where|you're not meant to be...

...and that's what you get.

Isn't that your old hood, Pops?

Yes, that's my old hood...

...and it took some doing|to get out of there.

You just be glad that I did...

...so you can start your life|here instead of down there.

Shouldn't we|maybe be down there?

Doing something about it,|making it better?

It can't be done, Patrick!

That place has already|died and gone to hell.

Want me to get that, honey?

No, I'll get it.

Al Lupovich.|Long time no see.

I'll be just a second, honey.

What the f*** do you want?

Wanted to visit|with my old pal J-Bird.

Don't call me that.

That's quite a brood|you got there.

A regular Rainbow Coalition.

What the hell do you want,|Lupovich?

You sold the building.

What building?

Don't sh*t a shitter.|Our building!

You were supposed to sit on it,|not sell it.

I didn't sell it.

Somebody bought it,|so somebody sold it.

Not my problem.

That's a bozo no-no, J-Bird.

Even if they find anything,|it's been 20 years.

They could never|trace it back to us.

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