Call Me King Page #2

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for, like, a half an hour?

All right? Just until this game's over.

Please?

Hmm. No.

What I want is for you

to just be real with me.

(scoffs) Damn, Zho, come on.

For once in your pathetic life

just tell the damn truth.

A'ight.

You a good-looking chick.

A little darker than what I usually go for,

but based on your SAT scores, I figure...

F*** it, I...

I'll make an exception on the

account that you're smart.

See, everything was cool in the beginning.

You know? But like most females, you...

you got comfortable.

And started running your

f***ing mouth too much.

Never content

with the way that things are.

See, you want to turn me

into somebody I'm not.

(scoffs)

So, yeah, you-you...

you got a hot little body...

but you don't use it to its full potential.

I mean, baby, your sex game is...

decent.

But you don't give head, I mean...

what the f*** kind of girl

in this day and age doesn't give head?

Seriously?

Like, are you f***ing serious?

That's disrespectful.

So, yeah, I...

I f***ed some other chicks.

Not on a personal level, but...

just to help out.

You know, where you might be a little weak.

And to answer your question,

do I care?

Yeah, of course.

Do I care about

saving this relationship?

No.

Not really.

(exhales shakily)

F*** you.

(chuckles)

See, the truth hurts.

Gentlemen.

You are all quite familiar

with our reputation for being

ahead of our competitors.

In simple terms, we deal the best product,

shuffle the bullshit,

cut the debt.

Now, I am prepared

to offer you a most generous proposal.

A proposal that will stand

for the next ten minutes,

at which point all deals must be final,

or the offer goes into remission.

Ten minutes...

F***in' ridiculous.

KHALIL:

Three containers,

each filled with 30,000 AK-47s,

courtesy of Kalashnikov himself.

The cargo will be sent by boat, not by air,

and remain intact bonded with

seals and paperwork attached.

No one will touch it.

Now, the catch is you must

purchase the entire container.

Now, I'm willing to let 'em

go for $20 million a pop,

granted you all say "yes"

to this deal, not now

but right now, seven minutes and counting.

Let me put it to you in terms

you can understand, all right?

It'll be like

comparing curried goat to oxtails.

I mean, why do it?

Huh?

They both taste good.

(speaks Arabic)

(Arab buyer chuckles)

Khalil,

you have a way with words.

ANGELO:

What?

You told him to f*** off?

Nicky,

I sent him there to help you.

How many times are we gonna

have this conversation?

I am sending Dwight back.

You extend every courtesy.

Do what you have to do,

but you fix this.

Today.

(phone beeps)

Kids today.

(laughs)

They got no respect for anyone.

I'm sorry.

It's not a problem, boss.

(revs engine)

He's a good kid.

Sometimes he makes it very difficult

for me to carry out your orders.

So the deal holds.

Good. He'll take care of it.

Maybe this will cheer you up.

- There he is.

- Top shelf.

Courtesy Feris.

Look out for this kid.

He'll be running the

entire city one day.

- Neat?

- ANGELO:
Always.

(sighs) You know, every man dreams

of having a son.

Somebody to, uh, remind the world

that he was there one day.

(scoffs) I don't know. I thought I...

Thank you.

I thought I did everything

I could to make him a man,

but I spoiled him.

Gave him too much, made

him earn too little.

Consequently...

kid's a goddamn punk.

(sniffing)

He'll get it going. He just

needs a little bit of time

for him to learn the ropes.

ANGELO:
That's what I wanted

to talk to you about.

Dwight, Nick's waiting for you.

- Deal still holds. Okay.

- You got it, boss.

(Angelo sighs)

(sniffles)

(sighs) It appears...

I have a tumor...

in my brain.

It's inoperable.

They tell me, in a very short time,

it'll be difficult for me

to do the simplest things,

make the simplest decisions.

I got six months.

(laughs airily) A year at best.

Wow.

I'm sorry, Angelo.

Ah, that's okay.

But be that as it may,

business continues as usual,

and I need someone I can

trust to take care of things

when I step down.

Oh, I mean, Nicholas--

he's a good man at heart.

I mean, he might be a little

rough around the edges,

but you know...

What I'm trying to say here

is that I'm offering you a chance

to run things for whatever

time I have left.

I need someone I can trust,

someone I can count on to do things right.

I'm not gonna bullshit you here.

You'll never be truly

accepted by the other bosses.

They'll hate you,

and probably everybody who works for you.

I don't know.

I kind of like what I already got going on.

I see no reason

why I should put my men

in an uncomfortable situation.

I'm asking you this...

as a favor to me,

to take care of things

until my son is more capable.

For me.

You do what I ask.

I humbly...

...accept.

Excellent.

Let's have this drink.

(loud, overlapping crowd chatter)

What's up?

It's all here, every penny.

MAN:

What do you have?

My man, same thing she's having.

You know I trust you, right?

- Um...

- You know you ain't got

to tell me that every time we meet up.

You know me, right?

I like to keep things thorough.

Friend or no friend,

I can't afford any mishaps.

I feel you. I feel you.

So, how's Soo?

Worse than ever before.

Believe it or not,

I like her better when she was with you.

You made her happy and kept her on track.

Now she's getting high

and drunk all the time.

Always with the wrong people.

I feel like I'm... I'm losing her.

You know it's a gift and a curse, Li,

what we do, you and me.

We make plenty of money, but

we always lose who we love.

I guess we are the same

in that regard, huh?

Business is easier to cope with.

Personal sh*t is always complicating.

Complicates things.

You are probably right.

Besides, I'm way too much

woman for you to handle.

Hey...

I didn't say all that.

(phone rings)

Hello.

Tuggs. Yeah.

Where is it? I'm on the way.

What's up?

I... I got a little

something to take care of.

I'll see you later.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait.

You're not right. Let me roll with you.

I appreciate it, but...

I'm good. I got it.

Hey.

Be careful, Li.

(birds singing)

How have you been?

Never better. You?

No complaints.

What can I do for you?

I came to say good-bye.

I plan to restore what my

father has taken from us.

So, that's what all this has been about

from the beginning?

Reclaiming your birthright?

Yes.

Freedom from exile

for all of us.

Then we go home.

What makes you think I want to go back?

I've got everything I need right here.

Why would I throw it away to

go back to a broken land,

face countless enemies?

(scoffs) Heck, no.

War is a young man's game.

Yes, but it is a game of strategy

where good players use technical instincts,

a sense of what's likely

or possible,

and what's not worthy is discarded.

In chess, the rules are fixed,

but the outcome is unpredictable.

Inexperienced players

often fear the knight.

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