Call Me King Page #7

---

ever do business with us again.

That rule no longer applies.

We set our feet,

lock and load.

If anyone gets a shot at Angelo's son,

you take it.

Nobody leaves here except Strap Set.

Understood?

Hell yeah.

(gun clicks)

You ever have some p*ssy so good

it make you want to go to war like this?

(cell phone ringing)

(phone beeps)

Meet me at the top of the district.

(phone beeps)

(exhales)

Li...

Look, I know you're upset,

but I need you to understand something, Li.

I did do everything in

my power to protect her.

These motherfuckers,

they just came out of nowhere, a'ight?

I don't even know how they found me, but...

I don't know how, but... they knew.

What?!

(screams)

(groans)

Ugh.

I trusted you

with the one person left in this world

that mattered to me

(crying)... and you let her die.

Those men came for you.

You're the one should be dead, not her.

(sobbing)

I thought you were different...

different from other men.

I trusted you with all my heart.

But it's a pity...

in the end, you're all the same.

You only care about money

and power.

Are you serious?

I mean, have you seen

where the f*** I live at?

Look at my face!

I don't give a f*** about

no goddamn money or power!

All I care about is my family.

Soo... and you are my family.

I loved your sister.

I pushed her away so I could keep her safe.

You brought her right back to me, Li.

You did.

So you're just as responsible

for her death as I am.

Yeah. And you want to kill me?

Fine, then.

Do what you gotta do.

I will.

(crying)

Ah!

(Li sobbing)

(sobbing)

(revs engine)

(TV playing indistinctly)

(phone buzzes)

Hello?

Yeah, hold on.

- Nick, it's Tony.

- (turns off TV)

Talk to me.

Got it.

(phone beeps)

It's showtime.

Okay, gentlemen, our guests have arrived.

Let's work.

Grab the case from the trunk.

Head across the street.

Take the elevator to the roof.

Assemble the weapon

and wait for further instructions.

(automatic gunfire)

(panting)

ZHO:

Sh*t, Grimm, you good?

GRIMM:

Yeah. Give me...

Get inside. Right behind you.

You good?

F***, man.

(exhales)

This is a f***ing

- $900 blazer, man.

- Man, come on, don't worry

about that sh*t. We'll get

you another one, all right?

I'm saying this is iguana, man.

Can't just buy this sh*t off the rack.

(door clangs)

Ain't no exits this way, motherf***er.

And you know I never liked you.

You walk around here,

thinking you run sh*t.

So motherfucking smooth.

And look at you now. Huh?

You know, I don't really

care much for guns.

I'm, uh...

...more of a purist.

And I've waited a long time

to kill you myself.

(blades clanging)

Ah!

(yells)

(body thuds)

NICK:

Come on, you motherf***er!

Come on!

(drops axe)

(automatic gunfire)

Let's go!

Come on!

Get out here, you black motherfuckers!

(gunfire continues)

You want this?

Let's go! Bring it!

You can't f***ing touch me!

None of you motherfuckers can touch me!

- You think you're f***ing tough?

- (camera whirring)

Get the f*** out here!

You want this?!

- I'm right here!

- Wait...

(over earbud):
...for my signal.

NICK:

None of you motherfuckers can touch me!

Come on! I'm right here!

I'm right here!

(gunfire)

I'm right f***ing here!

Missed me, b*tches!

You missed me, motherfuckers!

Get ready to fire

on my mark.

What type of coked-out rat bastard

-piece of sh*t

-Wait for my signal.

Kills his own father?

SIMONE:

Fire.

Pull the trigger right now.

I didn't have much choice in the matter.

Couldn't very well let you

take over, now, could I?

Well, it won't matter after today, will it?

You have no f***ing clue

what's going on, do you?

Do it now, or they all die.

Do it!

(gunshot)

How disappointing.

Make sure she doesn't leave the roof,

unless you're throwing her off of it.

This is personal.

Between me and them.

It's got nothing to do...

(groaning)

GRIMM:
Got you, I got you.

(groans)

- Relax, relax!

- I'm good! I'm good.

- No.

- I'm good.

He's cool, man, he's cool.

Look, I'm gonna find out where

- that shot came from, huh?

- RHYIS:
Go.

Rhyis...

RHYIS:

Go.

Go!

(groans)

VINCENT:

Stand up.

(c*cks gun)

I'm ready.

(gun c*cks)

VINCENT:

Take the rear exit to the building,

leave town today and never come back.

When I fired the weapon, you didn't flinch.

You're strong enough to

make it on your own now.

Thank you.

(grunting)

(grunting)

(loud crack)

Pop, what are you doing, man?

Your people attacked us instead of them.

They were instructed not to harm you.

Please understand,

your brother left me no choice.

I tried to reason with him,

gave him every opportunity to join us.

But he would not listen.

Wh... Pop, wait.

Wait.

Papa, wait.

He threatens everything we've worked for.

There can be no other outcome.

When Rhyis is gone, you

will take his place.

No.

No, I will not let you hurt my brother.

(Khalil groans)

(gasping)

I'm sorry, my son.

One day, you will see things my way.

RHYIS:

Hey!

I thought I told you to stay

the f*** away from my brother.

Death shouldn't be rushed.

A real killer... savors it like fine wine

and enjoys the aroma.

I suppose you're wondering

how I knew where you were.

Khalil came to see me last night.

He was concerned for you

all, asked for my help.

Don't blame him.

Young people are impulsive,

often making rash decisions

that can prove costly.

I'm guilty of it myself.

You see, I should have killed you

when you threatened me before.

If the hammer is light...

the nail will rise back up.

(grunting)

(bone snaps)

(grunting)

(gunshots)

No...!

No!

All... that I was...

you have... have become.

All...

that I have...

you... now own.

My power...

is... is yours...

to do...

as you see fit.

Each of us lives an eternity,

dying only after our forever,

only unconscious of our ties.

No longer separate...

...or together.

(grunts)

I couldn't let him do it.

It's dislocated.

(grunts)

(gasping)

(groans)

RHYIS:

My father taught me a valuable lesson...

that no one can love or hate

with more passion than family.

A war had been fought between he and I,

but from his ashes a new

inheritant had been formed.

He bestowed upon me all of his authority.

Long live the king.

And with it...

I'll be in touch.

...control over the weapons

trade in 18 territories.

That is an interesting story, my friend.

But I fail to know your point.

DWIGHT:

The point is-- we supply over 75%

of your employer's munitions.

So you can choose to continue

to do business with this organization

or find yourself and the men you

work for in an extremely...

vulnerable position.

Starting now.

Of course, that choice is yours.

What about Knight and Simone?

...is no longer the face

of the organization.

I am.

Outstanding.

I'll be more than happy to

show you our new inventory.

Right this way, General.

Now, I'm prepared to make you

a most generous proposal,

a proposal that will stand

for the next 20 minutes,

at which point, the offer

will go into remission.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes