Clockers Page #9

You're not

even Rodney Little!

You're a skinny-ass

snake motherf***er.

You think you're hot sh*t. You ain't

nothing but a cold, f***ing fart.

You don't know a motherfucking

thing about me.

You don't know who I am.

You ain't nothin'

but a racist-ass,

n*gger-hating cop.

You don't know how it is

for brothers out here.

And you motherfuckin'

definitely don't know...

Don't point

your finger at me.

...nothin' about

what's goin' on out here.

Don't you f***in' point your finger on me.

You tell me.

What's goin' on out here?

What don't I see?

I ain't tellin' you sh*t, all

right, till I see my lawyer.

Listen to me. I talked to all your brother's...

Listen to me. Look at me.

I got something nice to say.

I talked

to all your brother's people.

You know what?

He's one of the decent ones.

Probably in his

deluded decency,

he thinks he's doing

a noble thing with you here.

But you and Victor playin'

me for a patsy? Usin' me?

Back up with that sh*t.

I read you like a Marvel

f***in' Spider-Man comic book!

I been inside your bald pea

brain since you were born.

Twenty f***in' years! You

don't play me, I play you!

F***!

Rocco, you can't do

this in front of our house.

Understand? It's no good.

Strike. Strike.

You want to

make yourself crazy

goin' after

someone else on this?

There's your man,

right over there.

Hold on.

Get your little ass

in the car.

F*** Rodney.

Yo thinks he's

gonna okey-doke me.

He's goin' down, Larry.

Down for the f***in' count.

All right, Rocco. Take it easy, all right?

Just take it easy.

How ya doin'?

F*** you, too, Rodney.

Come on. Hey.

Take it easy.

I'm gonna cripple

that cocksucker.

Larry, I swear on my mother's

grave, I'm gonna cripple him.

You were supposed to be

at my spot an hour ago.

You were supposed to be

at my spot an hour ago.

What am I supposed to do? Tell

Homicide I can't talk right now?

I gotta go bag up some ounces

for my boss, Rodney Little?

He arrest you?

Nah.

Why didn't you tell him

to go f*** hisself?

What did he want?

Nothin' much. You know,

same old, same old.

He ask about me?

Nah.

Huh?

Nah. Damn.

'Cause I never said nothin'

to you about shootin' nobody.

All's I said,

you want Darryl's spot,

you got to get it

for yourself.

Sh*t, I didn't

even say that.

F*** you, Rodney.

Excuse me.

Who the f*** are you

talkin' to like that?

You outta your

motherfuckin' mind, hmm?

You think I'm one

of them little crew

n*ggers sittin'

on a project bench?

Open your mouth, n*gger.

Now, you feel that?

I put this gun

in your bad breath

smellin' mouth,

I will pull the trigger.

I'll splatter what little

motherfuckin' brains you got

all over the Corinthian

leather interior of my car.

This is my

wife's brand-new car,

so you know I

don't give a f***.

You understand me?

Yeah.

Do you understand me, b*tch?

Yeah!

Let me tell you

somethin' else.

If I ever hear

about you talkin'

to that Homicide

one more time,

that Rocco motherf***er, I don't

care if he asks you the time of day,

if I hear about

my name comin' up,

I'm gonna know it was you

and I'm gonna kill ya.

I mean, you are 187 on the

street, you understand me?

Do you understand me?

Yeah.

Word is bond.

Now get your motherfuckin'

ass outta my car.

Who bought you this sh*t? Did

Strike bought you that sh*t?

Where your mama at?

She know you out here?

When I was a little boy,

my daddy would

have kicked my butt

all over the street.

I don't have a father,

all right?

You got one now.

Listen, when Errol is talkin'

to you, boy, you listen.

You're not my daddy.

Look here.

I'm your daddy now.

You get your butt...

You little motherfuckers,

get outta here!

Look here. Now I got to deal with this.

Look at this.

Sh*t. What the f***

is he doin'?

I'm a bad man.

Errol!

Get your hand off me.

What

are you doin', man?

Get the f*** outta here.

Errol, come here.

Step off.

Shorty. Now, fun and

games is over, all right.

I warned your ass

about Errol, didn't I?

Huh? Didn't I?

What's goin' on here?

I don't want to see your ass

hangin' around me no more.

What'd I do?

Now take your ass

home to your moms.

I don't want to see your ass no more!

We ain't boys.

You a little n*gger.

This is real n*gger sh*t.

You're a little

motherfucking kid

need to be in school.

Get your ass up...

I thought I was def!

Shut the f*** up!

Take your ass

home to your moms.

Get the f*** up them steps.

Hurry up, man!

Hurry the f*** up!

Shouldn't have

taught me, then.

Punk.

I busted these

four yuppie d*ckheads

from Connecticut

over at Ahab's.

They drove down in

Daddy's Benz to cop.

So f***in' what?

I'm gonna use them to pinch that

motherfucking shine head Rodney.

I got 'im set up.

You got Rodney set up?

Got that f***in' yo set

up just like the movie.

Let me do a favor for ya.

Me and Mazilli know the prick.

Let us pick him up for you.

Then you'd owe me two favors.

You ain't gonna let me

forget. I ain't worried.

No, I won't.

I wash my face

in dirty water

Cos it gives

my mind a little order

And I play that game

just like I should do

But my whole world

slips away

I live my life,

I live it slowly

And I take my time,

I'm in no hurry

Yeah, I'm livin'

And when I go

then I would surely...

Mr. Mazilli.

Klein.

What you need, man?

I need you, brother.

Oh. yeah?

For what?

I got me a warrant on ya.

Warrant for what?

Arrest.

You want to arrest me?

For what, Mazilli?

You must have sold

to an undercover, man.

Oh, man, please!

You so desperate,

you sellin' sh*t yourself?

Excuse me.

All right.

Who tryin' to set me up?

What do I know?

Come on, man.

I'm Homicide, man.

How long we been

doin' business, huh?

All of a sudden,

it don't count for nothin'?

All I know is, somebody

says Rodney's your buddy.

He's not gonna break

balls if you go in. So?

Right, Rodney?

Rocco Klein, Rocco Klein.

I always wanted to ask you.

You Italian, you a Jew? What are you?

You can't make up your mind?

Me?

Yeah, you.

I'm from the lost Black

Tribe of Israel, the Yos.

Now put the rag away, lock up,

get your sh*t, and let's go.

I'm a businessman, all right?

I'm tryin' to make a dollar.

Yeah, I'm proud of ya.

Let's go.

We got a job,

too, okay?

Skyler,

go find Errol.

Tell him to come down here

and mind the store for me.

Tell my wife to get my

bail money together, too.

Give Errol my best,

all right?

Better put a leash

on that psychopath.

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"Dear Mr. Herman Brown,

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God damn, man!

Who stole my gat?

Who set me up, Mazilli?

You better not tell me. Save

my ass from a homicide charge.

Don't tell us before, man. We like to

figure these things out, all right.

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