Criminal Activities Page #6

Eddie tell you we

agreed to five grand?

You get this when

I get the address.

Sure.

No problem.

Have a drink,

shouldn't be long.

All right.

Guys!

Come here.

So that was Eddie.

He said everything on

his end is going forward.

And?

And that's it.

Now we just sit, and we wait.

Sit and wait, wonderful.

Well, did he give you

any idea how much

longer it'd be?

Shut up, Noah!

Look, let's just take shifts

watching him, all right?

We'll switch out

every two hours.

This way

we can get some sleep.

- Yeah, all right.

- Okay, all right.

I'll go first.

You sure?

Yeah.

Did I ever tell

you guys how I got

this scar on my ear?

- You haven't heard that?

Nope.

I thought I told that to ya.

Crazy story.

My older brother, who

was pursuing a career

in law enforcement,

decided to go

in a different direction,

and was dealing

eight balls that were

one-third product,

two-thirds baking soda.

I'm home with chicken pox,

when, you know,

one of his disgruntled

clients decided

to pay a house visit.

So, he wanted to know

where my brother was,

and how a household

baking ingredient

ended up inside the bag.

I told him I don't know,

and that

my chicken pox was contagious.

He apparently wasn't

pleased with that answer.

Meanwhile, this kid

Isaac was living

in the apartment downstairs.

On this day,

he decides to come home

a little earlier than

his mother expected.

Finds her home a little earlier

than he expected as well.

So he goes into the

kitchen, and instead of

looking in the

refrigerator for his usual,

you know, after-school treat,

he helps himself

to his father's

sawed-off shotgun.

Meanwhile, my situation

upstairs was deteriorating.

This a**hole was

gonna cut my ear off.

It was nothing short

of divine intervention.

I'm telling you, man, if it

wasn't for this kid Isaac,

the guy would've taken

my ear clean off.

It was a f***ing miracle.

What the f***?

You've got a gun, get me.

F***.

What the f***'d you

do that for, Jerry?

Say hi to Isaac.

Hi, Isaac.

What are the odds of that?

I don't know.

Hey, buddy.

You look like sh*t.

Hello?

Yo, Tyrone is hangin' with his

ho at Second Side Apartments.

Second floor on the left.

Thanks.

We're good.

We're good!

You good?

Let's get the f*** outta here.

You ever fire one of those?

What?

Gun.

Call me crazy.

You don't seem like the type.

Not that you couldn't

if you had to.

Well, let's not give

me a reason to have to.

Hey, I'm on board with that.

You know where I come

from, if somebody

asks you to put some

iron in the back

of somebody's head

that you never met,

you just do it.

No questions asked.

When you was growin' up,

did your pops

ever tell you to do

uncomfortable sh*t

because it made you

build character?

All the time.

My pops, too.

You know,

he was a big proponent

of character building.

And me, you know, I

was like the oldest,

so he decided he wanted

to get me started early.

Check it out, he sent

me over to this house.

With nothing but a

flare and some matches.

By the time the

fire truck showed up,

there wasn't nothing

left but ashes.

Now I didn't find out

'til I saw

in the paper the next

morning, that there was

a family of four inside.

None of which made it out.

Nigga, I was 13.

As you can imagine,

sucked all the fun

right out of my childhood.

You ever wonder what

your life would be like

if you chose a different path?

You mean doing

something other than

going into the family business?

Only every day.

Hey, Noah, are you awake?

Yeah.

That cow on the window is

really freaking me out.

Oh, sh*t, yeah.

- That's some freaky sh*t, man.

- Christ Almighty.

Hey, Noah,

there's something

I kinda want to

talk to you about.

Yeah, what is it?

Well, you know how

in AA there's that

whole thing about, you know,

making amends, whatever,

with people that you've

hurt in the past?

Mm-hm.

You know Zach

and Matthew and I,

you know back in

the day we, we were

pretty relentless

about torturing you.

Warren, I was the

only kid in school

who knew how to

use the word binary

in a sentence, that pretty much

warranted open season on me.

I mean, Noah, we really

pulled some sh*t on you.

Yeah, well.

What doesn't kill you

makes you stronger.

Right?

Yeah.

Well.

I just wanted you to

know that, you know,

I feel bad about it and,

and I'm sorry.

All right.

Half, a million, dollars.

That's my offer.

All you got to do is un-cuff me,

and let me walk out

that door unchecked.

I can't do that.

500K that you get to keep.

For yourself.

My brother, you

better think hard.

My offer ain't just gonna

hang out there in the ether.

Before sunup one of

you's gonna realize,

that you ain't got the

stomach for this kinda thing.

Now take the dough.

Hey, Bryce, man, I...

F***!

F***! F***!

F***! F***! F***!

Oh!

Jesus Christ, you scared

the sh*t outta me!

F*** are you doing?

I'm planning my great escape.

What the f***

does it look like?

Oh, it stinks!

Wanna wipe my ass?

You look eager!

- Paula.

- Hey, Eddie.

How are ya?

A couple guys showed up,

said that,

they had a meeting with you so

I sat them at your table.

- Oh.

- They're drinking Diet Cokes.

Put it on my tab.

- Eddie.

- Yeah?

- Thank you.

- For what?

Thank you.

Hey.

How are you?

Hey, Eddie.

Good to see ya.

- How you doin'?

- Good.

Take care.

Gentlemen.

Traffic, sorry.

Agent Reichert.

- Hey.

- What happened?

- Line of duty.

This is my partner,

Agent Santos.

- How do you do?

- Sir.

- Wanna talk?

- Yeah.

Let's do it.

You look good, Eddie.

Thanks, how's the wife?

Well, you know how it is.

She ain't getting any younger

or any thinner.

Mr. Lovato.

Eddie, please.

Mr. Lovato, as you

may have already heard,

Demetrius Flemmings'

nephew, Marques

was kidnapped yesterday.

You know about this?

I do not.

Well, the two of us

know that the two of you

have past issues.

I have?

Sorry Eddie, we have to ask.

Anything you can give

us will be a big help.

Sound and fury,

signifying nothing.

It's a line from Macbeth,

have you ever seen it?

- No.

- No.

Oh, it's my favorite play.

I love it.

I saw it on Broadway

with Patrick Stewart.

He's the bald guy from

Star Trek, remember?

Yeah, he's good.

Macbeth is the

king of Scotland.

And he's told by

a bunch of witches

that he can never

be killed by a man

that was born from a woman.

So he believes these

witches, why wouldn't he?

And so when his

rival challenges him

to a fight to the

death, he accepts.

And, one fell swoop of

a sword, he's decapitated.

Turns out that the

guy who killed him

was taken from

his mother's womb,

like a C-section,

not natural birth,

so technically, he is

not born of a woman.

I'm sorry Eddie,

we are not...

We are not connecting.

Sometimes things

aren't as they seem.

You ready?

Hey!

Tyrone, my man.

Got somethin' for ya.

Hello?

Yeah, all right.

Okay.

Well, who was that,

what was that?

Janie's f***ing

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