Brooklyn's Finest Page #3

You've reached Allisa.

I can't come to the phone right...

Hey! Yo.

- Hey, calm down.

- Get the f*** away from my car.

Get a real f***ing job, man.

Well, what if you turn on

the news tonight and she's dead?

- Hmm?

- I don't watch the news.

- It's depressing.

- You just...

You're just gonna act

like this never happened?

This is your first day, kid.

Today a woman gets hit.

Tomorrow it's a rape.

The day after that it's a murder.

- Dad! Dad!

- What's up, Dad?

You've got 20 years of days.

This job takes enough out of you.

Don't take it home.

In my book, that's called a coward.

Yeah, well,

I'm not much of a reader either.

- I'll eat in the car.

- Yeah, good.

Good idea.

Seven days, Eddie.

Seven days.

- You're the one that always...

- Shut up.

- You're asking him.

- You ask him.

You ask him.

You do it. Okay.

- Hey, Dad.

- Dad. Hey, Dad, Dad, Dad.

- Dad, turtle turtle...

- What did I tell you?

- What did I tell him about the turtle?

- You can't get a turtle until you get a room.

That's right. So now you go to

the pet store

and pick out two turtles, 'cause you boys

are gonna have your own room.

- Really?!

- Yes.

Yeah!

Dad here looking for a princess.

There she is.

There she is.

What are you doing, huh?

What are you doing?

- Look what I made.

- Oh, yeah? What is it? Is that me?

- Yeah.

- Is my head that big?

- Yeah.

- You better say no. You better say no.

Where's your mother, huh?

Where is she?

- No, where is she in real life?

- Sal.

- Go get her.

- Mom! Dad's home!

This is not enough, man.

What's this...

this is not enough.

This is not enough.

- This is... f***!

- Watch your language!

What are you doing down there?

Come on, we're waiting for you.

No, I... f***.

Sal, what are you doing?

Sal.

Mom!

- What?

- Vicky dropped a glass.

- Coming.

- I didn't do it, Vinny did.

Come on, Sal.

Don't touch the glass.

Hello.

Hi, Tango.

Yeah, bro.

Look at what's behind you.

Better watch where

you're f***ing walking, man.

- Who the f*** is you talking to?

- I'm talking to you, motherf***er.

Just watch where

the f*** you're walking.

Nlgga, you'd better watch

where the f*** you living

if you want to keep living.

- Whoa whoa whoa.

- Watch your mouth.

"Watch your mouth"?

You'd better watch your grill.

Guard your grill, motherf***er.

You might get it slapped.

What you wanna do?

You the one getting all f***ing froggy.

- Jump, motherf***er.

- What you wanna do, motherf***er?

What the f*** I'm gonna do?

What you gonna do?

Yeah, I'm right here too, motherf***er.

Jump.

- You jump, nigga.

- What? Throw some bows.

Blink, motherf***er.

Blink blink blink!

- Tango!

- Dude!

Welcome back.

Welcome back.

Look at you,

all swollen up and everything.

- Come on, man. Come on.

- What? You trying to look hard?

You trying to look tough, huh?

That sh*t almost got you shanked up

in Clinton, you know?

Oh, well, look.

They carried one

and one walked away, nigga.

The one you see standing in front

of you right now on his own two.

True true true.

That's the way it's supposed to be.

Yeah, but you wouldn't have

air in your lungs if it wasn't for me.

- Now that's real talk.

- You feel that?

My man.

You know the fam.

On the strength,

motherfucking Tango right here...

when we was up,

this motherf***er did his thing.

Believe that.

Held it down up there.

Gonna hold it down out here.

- But now the general home.

- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

We gonna celebrate like it's 1999.

- Uh-huh. Salute it, baby.

- Here you go, baby.

- Welcome home, baby!

- Yeah. Welcome home, C.

Welcome home.

Jack it up.

Ripple getting crazy.

- Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

- All right.

Baby, we woulda trooped up

and come and got you but...

Listen. You know them police think that

"bird of a feather" sh*t, right?

They see you rolling around

with this motherf***er, man,

it gonna be like you back

on the throne the first day.

Which is why I had

this plan for the business.

- We gonna shake...

- Red. Red. Red. Red.

- What, bro?

- First day back,

my man ain't trying to hear

all that business sh*t. It's a party.

A'ight, T,

you the party planner, man.

That's right.

I'm the motherfucking party planner.

I'll be festive for you, baby.

- Appreciate it.

- Yo, Tango. Lemme holla at you for a sec.

Yo yo, hold it down.

Keep it tight.

Eight years.

Eight years

and ain't a damn thing changed.

Like them threads, B.

Did they, like, keep this for you?

You know you going with this.

- They kept this sh*t for you, pressed it...

- Oh, you got jokes, right?

Oh, you got jokes.

You a comedian now.

- No, you looking good, B.

- It looks all right?

No, you look good,

cat daddy. For real.

- Got this watch and sh*t.

- Oh, that sh*t is it, yeah.

How do you work that?

I don't even know how to work all this.

I just put the bling on.

You know I'm a knock.

Sh*t. I can hardly tell time, B.

Oh, man.

My man Tango.

Mmm.

I talked to Rodrigo about you, man.

- Word?

- Yeah.

Why don't you link up?

I'll hit you with the digits later.

Yeah. Well, let me holla

at the connect. Cool, man.

But he told me, though.

He said y'all motherfuckers

moving some weight.

Oh, yeah, B.

Bringing that sh*t in 90% pure.

Step on that sh*t like Gregory Hines, man.

It's still gonna outlast everybody's.

They have to change

the bus routes, man,

so many smokers flying over here

trying to get this product.

This a monster right now.

We clearing like 50 thou' a day.

Oh. 50. 50?

On a bad day.

Ooh.

My man Tango.

You always were smarter

than the average motherf***er.

But on the strength, though,

I just wanna say thank you, man.

The lawyer you turned me onto...

sh*t, I don't know

what that motherf***er did,

but whatever it was...

I wouldn't have won

that appeal if it wasn't for him.

- Oh, man, that was nothing.

- Nothing?

Bullshit.

Yo, man, I've been running

with Red and them...

I ran with them motherfuckers

since free lunch,

and not one...

not one of them motherfuckers

came to see me, man.

Not a card, not a visit,

not a magazine.

Nothing.

You different though, man.

Motherfuckers don't understand

what it's like being incarcerated.

You know

you fresh out of the bing

when you use words

like "incarcerated."

I'm edumacated now, man.

It's just good to know we got

some real fam out there, man.

- No doubt, man. You fam.

- Thank you.

Yeah yeah yeah.

- I'm out, baby! I'm out!

- Yes, good to see you back, baby.

- Hi, Mom.

- Hey, Mom.

No video games.

Keep it down. Keep it down.

No video games.

Fine, okay.

- Hey, baby.

- Hey.

Mrs. Vincent called.

- She said, "Where's the deposit?"

- "Where's the deposit?"

"I need the deposit. Where is it?"

No, I'll call her tomorrow.

I thought... I thought... I thought

that wasn't gonna work out.

What? No.

No, there was a problem,

but every problem's

an opportunity, right?

Yeah. I just don't want you to build it up

too much for the kids, you know?

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