Brooklyn's Finest Page #10

#B*tch, you know I want mine,

where's my f***ing money? #

#I ain't speaking foreign,

you know what I'm saying #

#Better have my bread, nigga #

#I ain't playing, b*tch,

where's my f***ing money? #

#Mark every word spoken,

ready to sell your p*ssy #

#If you think I'm joking, motherf***er,

where's my f***ing money? #

#Think I still ain't crazy

'cause I cut my dread? #

#And if you short my cake,

I'm off side of your head #

#B*tch, where's my f***ing money?

Money money money money. #

What the f***?!

Come on, man!

I didn't even sweat that sh*t

on the roof, man.

I didn't want to shoot you.

I didn't shoot you on purpose.

- I wanted you to live!

- That was a mistake, Red.

God damn.

Come on, man.

Come on, man. You seen Caz was

getting soft as baby sh*t, bro.

F***ing up all the paper.

Me and you can still work this deal.

Deal?

Gutta and Slim?

That was a setup, Red.

I'm a cop, B.

See? See the badge?

Get the f*** out.

You ain't no cop, T.

- You ain't no cop, nigga.

- Yeah, I am.

Clarence Butler,

Detective First Grade.

I just got a promotion today, B.

All that work

me and you put in? Huh?

You were a f***ing cop!

You just like me, nigga.

- You just like f***ing me!

- Are you done?

Yeah, arrest me, Officer Tango.

Yeah, nigga.

What the f***?

- You gonna cut me down in the street?

- Yeah.

Oh God.

Oh God. F***!

Oh God. Oh God.

Sh*t.

Call 911! Call now!

Officer down!

Sal! Sal!

Sal!

Sal! Sal!

Talk to me! Sal!

Sal!

Oh f***. No.

Sal, don't f***ing...

don't f***ing...

oh, man.

Sal.

Oh f***.

F***. F***.

Shh shh shh shh shh shh.

Listen. Listen.

Shh. Shh shh!

I'm a cop. I'm a cop. Police.

Shh. Shut up.

Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me. Are you all right?

Do you understand?

I'm the police.

I'm the police. Shh.

You're going home.

You're going home.

Look at me. Do you understand?

You're gonna be okay now.

I'm taking you home, all right?

Okay. What's your name?

Sarie.

Sarie.

Sarie, tell me...

how many guys are there?

- Two.

- Two guys?

Are you sure?

Are you sure two guys?

Okay, get her out.

Okay. Okay.

Okay, wake up.

Wake up. Wake up.

- Stay with me. Stay with me.

- No, baby, I'll suck it.

- Shh shh! Shh shh! Shut up.

- I'll suck it, baby. Suck it, baby.

Get over here.

Come here. Come here.

Come here. Shh!

Hey, stay close, okay?

Do you understand?

You stay close.

Stay close.

Are you ready to go?

Okay, here we go.

Who the f*** let your hos out?

Oh, this better be a f***ing joke.

Move. Down. Down.

Down on your belly.

- This better be a f***ing joke.

- Shut the f*** up.

Down. Down down

down down down down.

I'm gonna tell you,

you f***ing with the wrong one, son.

- You don't know who you f***ing with.

- Shut the f*** up.

Put your hand in there.

- That's right.

- Don't let me see your face, motherf***er.

Shut up, you piece of sh*t.

You f***er.

Whew.

All right. Okay. Go. Go.

- Sit the f*** down!

- Shut up!

No. No.

Don't! Police!

Get down, you f***!

F***ing get on your belly!

What the f*** is this, my nigga?

You playing some type

of freaky sex game or something?

Hey! Hey!

Put that down,

get your belly on the ground!

Oh, hold up. I'm just gonna

set my bags down, a'ight?

Set my bags down for a minute.

I know you.

Yeah, I know you.

Your motherfucking ass was

running around Chinatown

with your dick in your hand, right?

That's you. What, you're here

to get your dick sucked?

Yo, somebody get up here

and suck my man's dick

so he can get the f*** up

outta my spot before I kill him.

- Yo, did you hear what the f*** I said?

- Shut the f*** up!

Yo, get this motherf***er, man!

He ain't built for this sh*t!

Take a step.

You see what I'm talking about,

my n*gger?

The devil,

he makes it easy for you.

Die, you motherf***er!

Kill him, son!

Bring that motherf***er over here!

Bring him closer, son. Closer!

I'll kick your...

bring his ass over here!

Get the f***ing keys, you b*tch!

I'll be back to check you out.

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