Bullet Page #6

you'd be minding

your business right now.

You know what l f***ing hate?

When you try and talk to me

like l'm one of your punk-ass n*ggers.

- You're a jerk-off.

- Yeah, your ass is f***ing out.

Let me tell you, we know all about

your little hot-shot package.

Let me tell you, we know all about

your little hot-shot package.

You're f***ed this time.

l'll see you around.

You're f***ed this time.

l'll see you around.

What are you telling me, boy?

l'm trying to f***ing tell you

l ain't gonna be your rat punk!

Get down, baby!

Get down!

Sh*t! Come on!

When are you animals going to stop?

There are children here!

- Get the f*** out of here.

- No! Don't take my baby!

Come on, motherfuckers!

lf you shoot him,

l'll f***ing blow your head off!

Come on! Let's go!

You see this?

Your boys are dead.

High Top is dead.

Look at your boy Dallas.

He's f***ing dead, too.

You know who did this?

You did this!

l didn't f***ing do this!

F***ing don't, Paddy.

l'll take your f***ing other eye out!

l'll open her neck right now.

l'll open her f***ing neck right now!

l got him.

Let me take this motherf***er!

How can you do this?

We were f***ing friends.

We f***ing grew up together,

you motherf***er.

You want a war with me?

You want a f***ing war with me?

- You want it?

- Please!

You got it.

You got it.

Don't let this bastard off the hook.

Let me f***ing waste him!

That's right.

The children are the future.

Let's get out of here.

Come on!

When you see me again, motherf***er,

there's going to be gunfire.

See those two broads over there?

The one in pink and the other one?

Five bucks l nail both of them.

Watch this.

Come on, man.

Your package arrived, man.

That's right.

All right. Make sure the motherfuckers

don't break out.

They there.

lt's on.

Black Jack...

you and Pudgy go to the front

and flush them out the back.

Come on, Tank, man.

That's cold, man.

You know, me and Hot Top

been boys from day one.

l don't give a f*** about a Bullet.

F*** a Bullet.

He ain't sh*t to me!

l don't see why you keep playing

games with this motherf***er.

He done took your eye.

What else you want him to take?

Had a chance to smoke him,

and you let him go.

Pudgy, l don't got time

for this bullshit with you.

Dig, man. l told you,

it's that lrish motherf***er l want.

l told you he was a no-good,

back-stabbing motherf***er!

Let me smoke his ass.

You can tear Paddy

out the frame...

...but Bullet is mine.

You understand that?

Bullet is mine.

Man, that motherf***er

got a destiny.

What destiny?

lt's a black thing, baby.

You wouldn't understand.

Oh, my God.

Why are you painting on the wall?

Because it's tacky.

Thought l'd give it a little class.

Who the hell

is that supposed to be?

Why don't you paint on a canvas

like a normal human being?

Well, l really can't explain it,

but, you know, ever since

l was a little kid, l couldn't help myself.

l used to paint on anything l saw

that l thought needed life.

Even now, l see an open space

and the angles are right,

l'm going to create

something on it.

- l think it's beautiful.

- You're weird.

Personally, l don't give a flying f***

what anybody thinks about my work.

Well, excuse me for living.

What are you

going to do with that?

l don't know. Why don't we start

by carving my initials in your face?

You don't look

so tough now, cue ball.

Look, boys,

l don't want no trouble.

You should have thought about that

before you pulled that bullshit on us!

Don't hurt him!

- You didn't say this guy was crazy.

- We're out of here.

l'm going to show

you motherfuckers something.

You boys ain't gonna last

on the street.

You'd better take a good,

long look in that mirror,

and you'd better look

deep inside yourself,

and you see what the truth is.

Because once you

get in this game...

...there ain't no turning back.

Now get out of my face.

l love to know that, you know,

a child can see the color blue

at 8:
00 in the morning,

and then some lonely old man

will see the same blue

differently at 12 noon.

You see, it's no longer mine.

lt's theirs.

What's your problem, man?

Sh*t!

F*** you!

What the f***'s

wrong with you, buddy?

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

Come on!

Come on.

Who's the best-looking

motherf***er in this place?

- You are!

- Who?

- Lester!

- Right, baby.

Bullet, can we go?

Those f***ing clowns

are right behind us!

You got a death wish?

Excuse me.

Let's go over the f***ing fence.

Come on, Bullet.

Give me your hand.

- Give me your f***ing hand!

- No. l ain't going.

Get the f*** out of here.

Take the gun!

Take the f***ing gun!

Don't go out like a junkie.

Bullet! You f***!

Why are you doing this?

Bullet! You f***!

Why are you doing this?

Go ahead, motherf***er.

Pick it up! Make your move.

Babylonian code of law,

Book of Tank--

eye for an eye, motherf***er.

But you already

knew that, huh, Bullet?

You're a f***ing waste.

Could have been a contender.

Save the f***ing dialogue.

Pull the trigger, motherf***er.

Ruby, get out of here!

Go home!

Wait a minute.

Let my brother go, man.

- l'll pay you whatever he owes you.

- l don't f***ing think so.

You can't pay me back what

this motherf***er owes me.

You motherf***er Tank.

You let my little brother go.

Let me smoke this n*gger.

l got to smoke somebody!

Get your f***ing hands

off my brother!

You're not in a position

to say who can or who can't go.

One thing for sure--

you on your motherfucking way out.

Tank, just let my brother go, man.

Let my brother go.

Let him go, Pudge.

l can't leave you!

l love you, man.

Go home.

- No. l can't--

- Ruby, go home!

Get the f*** out of here!

Go! Run!

Ain't this f***ing sweet?

This brotherly love sh*t.

F*** that.

We ain't letting nobody go.

That motherf***er going to

sit here and watch you die.

My business is with you.

l've been waiting for a long time.

Music over, motherf***er.

Don't die.

Please...

You f***ing motherfuckers.

You f***ing motherfuckers.

l love you, mein kind.

Open your pocket.

Your brother wanted you

to have that.

lf there's anything you need,

you call me.

Payback's a motherf***er.

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