Bones Page #4

What's wrong?

That sounds like your mom.

Open up this door!

What the hell are you doing?

Where's my daughter?|I want to see her now!

You hold on a moment,|I'll go upstairs-

Come on out here!|I know she's in there!

Cynthia!|Oh, God! Come on, baby.

It'll be OK.|We're gonna get outta here.

Come on.

If you stay in this house|one more night...

...you might as well|be sleeping in your grave!

Come on.

You certainly have|a way with women, Patrick.

Well, we're in business.

What?

Where we going?|You know I hate surprises.

It's a little business venture|I made on my own...

I wanted to show you.

I think you will approve.

I hope so.

What are we doing down here?

Like you always said...

...we need to look for|the undervalued.

It don't get no more|undervalued than this.

Come on, Pop. Just come on.

Bet you didn't know|your company owned this place.

I went through a broker,|so you didn't know it was me...

...but I couldn't wait|to see your face...

...when you saw|how I fixed it up.

Look at this.

Son, is this|some kind of sick joke?

No! Look, Pop.

You listen to me, boy.

I didn't work|all of my goddamn life...

...to get out of|this neighborhood...

...for you to move|right back in it!

I thought you'd be proud of me.

I'm just trying|to do what you did-

...take nothing and|make something out of it.

Nobody will ever|come down here, son.

Look at this|f***ing neighborhood!

Son... Shut it down.

Shut it down.|The company will buy it back.

No. Not this time, Pop.

I did this on my own,|and we will open tonight!

Bullshit!|That is bullshit!

Sell it back!|That is a f***ing order!

Do you f***ing hear me?

Shut it!|You shut it, god damn it!

Shut it down|and sell this f***er!

Shut it, Patrick-

What's goin' on, baby?

Jimmy's into it, man.

That's what I'm saying.|Just wait.

Jimmy, what's happening, baby?

Good to see you.

You remember Eddie Mack,|don't you?

We met.

We did the afterschool|b- ball thing at Kenwood.

What it is, homeboy?

What it will be.

Jimmy, you know|Officer Lupovich, right?

I've heard of him.

Man, you got a nice crib here.

It's nice to see|a black man doing so well.

Everybody's happy.|We do all right.

But things change.

You gotta think ahead.

Got them lotteries|all over now, Bonesy.

Starting here, too.|Maybe next year.

Yeah, Jimmy.|A lot of our old customers...

...are getting their new people|across the state lines...

...buying those lotto tickets.

We need to get|on this thing fast.

What do anybody want with|them damn lottery tickets?

What else, youngblood?|Money.

No, man.|It ain't the money.

It's the high.

The big fat floating|"What if?"

Dig, it's way|more profitable, man.

Nobody ever wins,|so you never pay out.

But a $2 bet is cheaper|than a $20 bag.

I can dig that,|but I'm not talking horse.

I'm talking|a $5 kick in the head...

...that's a quick ticket|to heaven, man.

And fools keep coming back.

All right, baby.

Those fools?

They're my people.

I can dig that, man,|but it ain't no thing.

It's a poor man's freebase.|Check it out.

I ain't interested,|and if you gonna sell it...

...don't sell it around here.

Man, here, just try it.

I said, no, thanks.

- Man, try this!|- Hey, Huggybear!

I done drove all this way, man!

Hey! Back off.

Sit down!

That's cooI.|I'm copastetic.

But it's like this here, man.

It's the wave comin', man.

A big-ass, Krakatoa,|east of Java wave.

Either you gonna be on top...

...up here in|chocolate heaven...

...or you'll get caught up|in the muddy undertow.

And that's real.

That's beautiful, baby.

Totally widescreen|sci-fi forward thinking...

...and I can dig that...

...but that's for you and yours.

Me and mines...

...we cool as a motherfuckin'|icicle in the freezer.

By the way,|your 121/2 minutes is up.

Sorry about that, J-Bird.

It's never business,|it's always pleasure.

It's cool, Jimmy.

Did you see this motherf***er?

No, no, no.

F*** it.

- Hey, Jimmy, look.|- Yeah, baby?

Just hear me out|on this one.

Pass up the money train|and jump his ass on the bus.

His loss.

Hear me out on this.

Don't need nothing like that.|We cool.

Drop the piece, homeboy.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Drop the piece, n*gger!

Eddie Mack! Come on, baby!

Lupovich, baby, just be cool.

Everybody just be cool.|Baby, be cool.

Be cool, man.

Jimmy, man, just hear it out.

Just hear out the deal.

I don't need to hear no deal.

I don't need no new partners...

I don't need no new product...

...and I damn sure don't need|this cracker's...

Saturday night special|in my face.

Just try it. That's all.

You heard the man.

Try it.

All right, baby, that's good.

Heat it up!

Like that, Jimmy?

Just let it kick in, baby.

Gonna be nice, Jimmy.

Oh, my God!

God damn it!

Don't f***ing move!

My one good suit!|God damn it!

Tell her to shut up!

Get your punk ass|over there now!

Tell that b*tch|to stop screaming!

Stop f***ing screaming!|You hear me?

What f*** are we gonna do now?

Shut up and let me think!

I need this like I f***ing|need a hole in my head.

I am not the only one|in this room...

...with that n*gger's blood|on my hands.

Get his knife.

Everybody leaves a print.

We hang together,|or we hang separately.

Now cut him and cut him good.

What it is, homeboy.

What it will be, n*gger.

Now you.

Hey! Now you!

J- Bird, help me, brother.

I'm sorry, brother.

Since we was grasshoppers.

Like you said.|Every man for himself, baby.

Hey, Shaft, it's your turn.

Hey, don't even think about it.

Man, hurry up!

OK, mama, it's your turn.

I won't do it.

Either you cut him...

...or die with him.

I love you.

All right,|let's clean this sh*t up.

Take this and bury it with him.

Come on, move!|Get him out of here.

Bet you wish|you took the deaI, n*gger.

Damn!

Does your mama know|that you're here?

What my mama don't know|won't hurt her.

I heard that.

Hey, can you take|a little extended solo...

...right about now,|funk soul brother?

What does she look like,|Maurice?

Thanks, bro.

Baby, if you ain't got|any culture in you...

...you're about|to have all of 'em.

Breathin' just gets deeper,|baby.

You sweet little|gangsta del amore...

...el cacho de la cosmos.

We will speak the international|language of love.

Yo, bro!

What?

I gotta see what he wants.

I know you're havin'|a good time...

...but could you please go find|the gangsta of love?

I'm getting vinyl spindonitis,|and I know he's upstairs.

All right.|Keep an eye on Cyn for me.

Thank you.

Maurice! Where you at?

Yo, man, get decent...

'cause I'm comin' in.

Come on, man.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

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

Oh, sh*t!

Aw, man!

Hey! Hey, man,|where are you goin'?

No, don't run! Relax!

Stay calm, don't push!|Hey! Don't push!

Relax! Don't push! Please!

Settle down!

What the hell's goin' on?

- Come on!|- Where's Maurice?

He's dead! Get up!

Move! Come on!|Get out of here! Go!

Go!

Run! Run!

I guess|you won't be needin' this...

...or this, motherf***er.

It's OK.

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