Call Me King Page #4

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...and they go out to the living room,

so all the stockings, they're

hung up on the chimney.

- Hey, yo.

- Right?

Hey, Pop.

(snorts)

Come in. (laughs)

Uh, if I, uh,

knew you were coming, I'd

have cleaned the joint up.

- Can I get you something?

- No, I'm fine.

- You want... anything?

- Yes.

What is this?

Is this what you do with

the money you make?

Not all of it.

No. (laughs)

I'm working on some, uh, some...

some big things.

Big plans.

And, uh, you know, with

your condition and all,

I-I figure you're gonna be

stepping down pretty soon,

so I'd better start

planning ahead, right?

I have some things I need

to discuss with you.

Important things.

Alone.

Ladies, let's go.

(snaps fingers)

- Let's go.

- What?

Go ahead.

(woman groans) Excuse me?

You're right.

I will be stepping down.

I suppose I don't have any

choice in the matter though.

Rhyis will be taking my place.

- Not you.

- What?

I know it's hard for you

to accept right now,

but he's more suited to lead.

He's been with me every step of the way

and he knows how to get things done.

And I don't?

Order has to be maintained.

That's the only way this

organization's gonna survive

when I'm gone.

This "order" that you speak of

is a f***ing illusion, Pop!

What, you think because you

hide behind these rules

it somehow makes you honorable?

What kind of man turns

his back on his own son?

You brought this on yourself.

I tried to teach you, but

you wouldn't listen.

How can I trust you with, with

any kind of responsibility

when you can't carry out one single order?

You trust me because...

I'm your flesh and blood.

You know... the other bosses?

They laugh behind your back.

Yeah.

They laugh at the shell of

a man that you've become.

Everyone knows it.

You lost your balls a long time ago, Pop.

But I haven't.

If you ain't willing to give

me what's rightfully mine,

might as well be dead to you.

Then consider yourself dead to me

because you're not getting my spot.

Rhyis will be giving you your orders.

Deal with it.

Sit.

You made it.

The suspense must have been

killing you, no doubt.

I guess, um, I was curious.

I have never seen a woman so strong

and obviously in control.

Hold your head up straight.

Never lower your eyes to me or anyone else.

It's a clear sign of brokenness,

and, quite frankly, it

makes me uncomfortable.

I'm sorry, I'll try not to...

Do.

"Trying" is a word invented by the weak.

In any case, it's not your

fault you're this ignorant.

It's your mother's.

You're a product of your upbringing.

You were born into an era

where men have neatly defined

your existence as a woman.

And you embrace it with open arms.

No disrespect, miss, but you

don't know anything about me.

Are you always this disgustingly apologetic

before you speak your mind?

I never filter my response to anyone,

because I don't have to.

I do what I want to do when I want to do it

and with whom I want to do it with.

I own everything that you see here,

and I take what I want.

I'm offering you the same.

Uh, like, what?

Uh, a job?

It's more like a lifestyle.

Wealth, power

and, most of all, respect.

You don't have to live this way any longer,

like an empty cup waiting for

someone else to fill it.

Do you still have the

weapon that I gave to you?

Yes.

Vincent will explain all that

you need to know for now.

And if you make it out of here alive,

I'll take it as a yes.

(phone ringing)

(phone beeps)

- What?

- KHALIL:
Hey, breh.

It's me, man.

Look... um...

I just want to apologize

for last night, man.

It was cause for celebration

and I ruined it.

And I'm-I'm sorry.

(woman panting)

I mean, I can hear that

you're feeling better.

- Hell, I mean, at least she is.

- Get to the point, Khalil.

(quietly):
Easy.

Okay, man, look.

It's Pop.

He's here,

in the city.

What? You mean Angelo?

No, man, Knight. Our real father.

He's the one who's been supplying our guns

- since the beginning.

- Stop. Stop.

Look, man, I've been working

for him for a while now.

I've been doing some

real serious deals, man.

I'm talking black Wall

Street level deals, breh.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Have we not had this conversation

more times than none? I told you

- to watch for him, if he ever...

- Yeah... yeah, I know, man,

but Th-this is our father, man.

Look, man, I thought that you would

be happy that he's around now.

...Knight.

You don't know him.

You don't know anything about him.

I'm telling you for your own good,

stay away from him.

I was supposed to meet him in an hour.

Yeah, no, he owns a restaurant

somewhere in the northern district.

Send me the address

and stay put until I get back.

And no matter what,

don't reach out to him for any reason.

Understood?

Okay.

(phone beeps)

Sh*t.

(bell on door tinkles)

(grunting)

(grunts)

My son.

It's been far too long.

May I...

offer you something to eat?

20 years since you walked

out on my brother and I.

Left my mother alone to die.

And all you can offer me

is some pain Au de caf?

Your mother used to say that to me.

It meant,

when our time comes,

we must embrace it fully.

What the f*** are you doing here?

Last time I heard,

you was running from some

small-time boys in Haiti.

I run from no one.

It was merely a means

to keep you and your brother safe.

But I felt it was my duty

to protect my family.

Was it not?

Since when have you been

concerned with family?

(chuckles dryly)

All this time, I thought that you were

a selfish, black-hearted

bastard.

And it comes to find out you as

sympathetic as the rest of us.

Despite what you may think of me,

I'm still your father, Rhyis.

I'm still Papa.

I believe a greater show

of respect is in order.

Respect is earned.

I'm not giving you any.

Who do you think

put you in the position you are in today?

How do you think you were

able to move up the ranks

in Angelo Costa's organization so quickly?

It has been by my hand.

Not your own.

Not of your doing.

That's pathetic.

Even for you.

You sit there

and you try to take credit

for the moves that I made

to cement this business,

and after we've grown up

and I'm running sh*t,

you want to snake your

way back into our lives

by using Khalil to make you rich.

Is that about right?

I understand your resentment to me...

...in some instances, it may

even be warranted, but...

I am not your son.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm your enemy.

So if I hear that you crossed a line

and interfered with my family,

I will not hesitate

to pull the trigger

and dead you right where you sit.

(speaking Italian)

Angelo?

No.

(inhales sharply)

No, no, (speaking Italian)

No, Angelo!

(sobbing, speaking Italian)

(sobbing):
No. No.

- Bonjour.

- Bonjour.

Bonjour, bonjour.

Bonjour, monsieur.

(pounding on door)

Li! What the f*** you doing here?

The f*** is this?

What's up?

(choked up):
I am done.

She is your responsibility now,

- just like before.

- Nah, nah.

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