Clockers Page #5

Who's gonna argue?

Now, this other one,

Strike.

If he tried to pull that bullshit,

they'd throw the key away.

He's a known scumbag.

No wonder this confession sounds

like horseshit. He's lying.

Victor never got

off that bar stool.

Yo was taken away

for his brother.

For what? Hmm?

Brotherly love?

Fear? For money? What?

They ran a game

on me, these two,

'cause this cocksucker

is an innocent man.

Just because a Nubian,

excuse me, Lieutenant,

got a wife, a job,

two kids, a dog, a goldfish

and a bank account,

he can't be a shooter?

You did everything but stick

your tongue down his throat.

The kid didn't budge.

Rocco, listen to me.

Even if this Victor kid is sellin'

us a line of sh*t on the tape,

which is what they all do anyhow,

even if they're givin' it up,

this is still a good,

solid "closed by arrest."

And if I'm wrong, and Rodney

conspired in on this, or Strike,

or the f***in' Medellin

cartel, I don't give a f***.

'Cause we got the shooter.

We locked up

the wrong brother.

The wrong brother. Yeah,

yeah, it's on you, okay?

What I want to know

is where the f***

did these two yos

get balls big enough

to think that they could

put this one past me?

I'm tired of hearin' that

"yo" sh*t from you. Back off.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant. Excuse me.

I don't mean any offense.

Anybody can bust off an oowop. What

makes your brother Vic any different?

Come on, man.

Papers say he had a .38.

Regardless what

the papers say...

Wait, motherf***er.

When was the last

time you bust off

an oowop? Last time

you murder somebody?

I ain't never murder

nobody, but you don't

get out my face

talkin' that bullshit,

I'm gonna murder someone now!

Yo, chill. Hold it, man. Kill that noise.

Homo-side creepin' up.

How you

doin', fellas?

Look who's here.

Ronnie Dunham, big man.

Ronnie?

Can I talk to you a minute?

Go on, b*tch.

I'm Rocco Klein,

DA's Homicide Squad.

You got a minute?

Homo-side.

I'm doin' the Darryl Adams job.

Your brother, you know?

How's he doin'?

Don't know.

Haven't seen him yet.

That's no joke in there.

You been in?

Just overnight on a confusion.

Wasn't no thing.

Errol.

I thought you were dead.

I was. I came back.

Mr. Barnes waiting for you?

Nah, not me.

I'm not happy about this.

Your brother fessed up, but it

was some bullshit explanation.

Ronnie,

you know what he told us?

How the f*** would I know?

I wasn't there.

Wasn't there?

Wherever he was

telling you all this.

What do you think happened?

Got me.

You think him and Darryl Adams

had some static? A beef?

Mmm-hmm.

Did you know Darryl Adams?

No, no, no.

You didn't know

Darryl Adams?

Nah, man.

I never met him,

nothin'. Nah.

When's the last time

you saw your brother'?

It's been a while.

Week, month, year?

Yeah.

Which one?

Two months.

Two months?

You wanna get that?

What you talkin'?

That ain't mine.

What do you know?

Ronnie, I was lookin' for

some help, some insight.

Your brother's got those two

nice kids, your nephews.

Maybe the guy

was a crack-head.

Darryl? A crack-head?

Crackin' up? Says who?

Ain't nobody...

It's just around, you know.

You know what

I'm tryin' to say.

You clocking?

Nah.

How long you been

clocking?

What is you, deaf?

I don't hustle.

Look. Here's my card.

You hear anything,

boom, pick up the phone.

Boom.

Good.

I'll be seein'

ya around, Ronnie.

Cos I wouldn't do this

Lord, if I tried...

What he want?

Somethin' about my brother.

Wasn't nothing.

This is from Rodney.

He say whack it

up into ounces.

He'll hit you off later.

Yeah, all right.

Jo-Jo. You

know Rodney Little?

Sure.

Rodney's got this yo, Strike.

Yeah, he's the yo that likes

to drink the chocolate Moos.

I'm working on something,

I need him to talk to me.

You mind laying a couple

of cards on him for me?

Depends.

Need him to start sweating.

What are you gonna

do for me?

Nothin' you don't

already do for yourself.

Strike, my man!

This is a new day, Strike.

Dinkins out, Rudy in. Law and order.

Cut the budget. Party's over.

Crackdown on drugs,

crime, n*ggers,

spics, homeless, squeegee

men, African-Americans.

Have a seat.

So what's up?

Not a thing, Detective.

Detective? Call me Jo-Jo.

You like basketball?

Nah. I don't like sports.

What do you like?

Trains.

Choo-choo trains?

You can't dunk a basketball?

Nah.

Nah.

Get the f*** outta here, man. You been

slammin' before you was crawlin'.

All right, listen. I'm here

'cause I like you. I do.

Tomorrow night's

gonna be knocko night.

We're coming down on these

projects like a f***in' broom.

So, if I was you, I'd take my

homies out, say 9:00 p.m.,

for chocolate

Moolies or whatever

it is you drink,

till about 11:
00, bet?

Yeah, bet.

I look out for you,

you look out for me.

Yeah, all right.

No, no, no.

No "all right."

I look out for you,

you look out for me.

You look like five hundred.

Five hundred.

That's a start.

Good. Every week, I look out for you.

I tell you when we're hittin'.

Week in, week out,

you look out for me.

Cool?

Cool.

This is my man, Kirby.

Kirby gonna double back in like 30 minutes.

You lay it on him.

You tell your boy Rodney I got

some good stuff he could use.

Finest, highest quality.

Peace out.

I think you dropped this.

If I was you,

I think I'd call this guy.

Larry!

Yo, Strike.

Who's here to

see Victor Dunham?

Aw, man. I love you.

I love you, man.

Cool, man.

You look good.

After you, man.

Somebody got bored shaving.

So they decided to

cut me up with a razor.

And they stole

my sneakers, too.

Yo, big brother.

You made

the papers, man.

Ronnie, can you get

me outta here, man?

I'll try. What's the bail?

Fifty thousand.

Fifty? God damn!

What's the cash options?

My lawyer says

maybe in a week,

I can get that 10% thing.

Maybe Rodney got...

Rodney.

Tell motherfuckers to stop

f***in' with you and all that.

Yeah. Yeah. Maybe.

Look, man, I'm gonna try

to get you outta here, okay?

Ronnie,

some of these brothers,

some of these men,

they love jail.

But all this,

this ain't for me, man.

I'm gonna get you

outta here, all right?

You kiss my

babies for me, please?

All right.

Thank you.

We've been open for about a year.

We've done pretty well so far.

When I read about it, my heart was broken.

Victor is a sweetheart.

Was he ever late for work?

Never. Like Swiss movement.

Did he ever steal?

No, he was honest.

Get any visitors?

No.

See him in here?

No.

Victor was my buffer.

He could talk and

reason with them.

Anybody ever threaten him?

Open up your eyes

and realize things is tough

Yo, sh*t is mad rough

when you livin' in the city

Walk with your head high

Step with the bitty-bop

Got to survive when you

slam or you do or die

Cos n*ggers try to read

through a n*gger's eyes...

May I help you?

Huh?

May I help you?

Yeah, let me

the f*** in the store.

This is a store, right?

People buy sh*t in the store.

What do you wish

to buy, brother?

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