Dead Presidents Page #5

Team Cobra, ready?

Come on

Come along, come on

and get up and get down too

- Get down, get up

- Say, h-h-hold on a sec.

- Keep the metre running.

- Get down, get up and move your feet

Come on and rise, rise, rise

Shake your get-up

Straighten up there, marine!

He a friend of yours?

Friend of yours and

I'll give a discount, marine.

No, man.

Oh, sh*t.

Man, look who's back

in the motherfuckin' world.

Dig this motherf***er

right here, man.

Look at you, man. That's a mackin'

outfit if I've ever seen one.

- Look, with all the stripes and sh*t.

What, you a captain now?

- No, man.

Look, man, you wear that motherf***er

for about a month, this n*gger

get all the p*ssy, man.

Check this motherf***er out, man.

Well, look, man... Yeah,

you go get me some squares, man.

I gotta take care of a couple things,

baby. I'll get back with you. All right?

You stay up now, all right?

What's happening, blood?

Hey, man, I'm back.

My n*gger!

Come on and get down

Hey, Luther!

Tell your sister I'm gonna

be over there later on.

Hey, f*** you!

Man, the neighbourhood is changin'.

Aw, it's still a good place.

White people movin' out, though.

Oh, dig. I saw Juanita

the other day, man.

Man, she finer than a motherf***er.

Is that right?

You need to go check her out, man.

Go see your little daughter.

Remember them big-ass ears

you had when you was young?

She got 'em, just like you.

That's how I know it was yours.

So, what's up with Joe, man?

Is he, uh... Is he workin' or what?

Aw, post office, you know.

Three-quarter gig, part-time.

He gotta do what he gotta do.

He got mouths to feed, you know.

What about you, man?

How you doin'?

- Who, me?

- Yeah.

I'm cool, baby. I'm Skippy, baby.

I'm still pimpin'.

Need any money

or anything, you know?

Man, I got over like a fat rat

when I got out, man.

Dig, I got my school money comin'

from the government once a month.

I got my veteran's cheque

comin' once a month.

I got my fifty percent medical cheque

comin' to me for the rest of my life.

I ain't gotta do a goddam thing else

but go to the mailbox, you dig?

Hey, man, how the hell you pull

a fifty percent medical?

N*gger, you ain't disabled.

Man, some sh*t got

into me over there, man.

What?

All I know is my blood cells

are all f***ed up.

Some nights I wake up

in cold sweats and sh*t.

Don't look at me like that, man.

It ain't the heroin.

The heroin ain't never did nothin'

to me. A lot of vets

comin' down with this sh*t.

- And they don't know what it is?

- Square biz.

Damn. Look, man, you wanna

come on in the crib or somethin', man?

Nah, man. I'm cool, baby.

Hey, I'm gonna split.

But you here, baby. You home.

We got plenty of time to do our thing.

You know what I'm sayin'?

- Brother.

- Brother. Go see your mama.

- Right on. I'm gonna check her out.

- With her fine ass.

You know, I been takin' care

of your mama while you been gone.

Boy, I'll kick your head in.

Don't talk like that.

Mmm.

You all right?

Yeah.

Well, can't you look me in my eyes?

I ain't seen you in four years.

Well, what'd you do over there?

What was it like?

Look, uh, I'd rather not

talk about that right now.

Well, Anthony, you gonna have

to tell us something.

Now, you know a lot of them boys

went over there and got hooked

on them drugs and stuff. You know.

Look, I was in a special unit

out there...

and bad habits could've cost us

our lives.

Well, that's what I'm talkin' about,

them bad habits, honey.

Now, if you picked up some of them

things, there's a lot of places

you can go and get help.

No bad habits, Ma.

'Cept a little killin'.

For my country, of course.

Hey. Let me give you some more

of these collards.

- Yeah.

- Baby, this sure is good.

Oh, sh*t. Look who back.

Look at this motherfuckin' man.

- Hey, what's happenin', youngblood?

- What's goin' on, cool breeze?

- Long time, no see.

- All right now, Pops. What's happenin'?

Hey there. What's goin' on, blood?

Ain't seen you in a long time, man.

- Boy just got back.

- Hey, blood.

- All right.

- Cheers. My man. Drink!

- All right. How you feel? All right.

Hey, what's goin' on?

Hey, I got next game.

- You know that's my table.

- You call that a break?

- I got the thing made

- Hold up there, now. It's my shot.

Say, chump.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

- Ha-ha!

- My man, Joe! What's happenin'?

- Oh, look at you!

- How you doin', man?

- Good, man. What's goin' on, man?

- Jesus Christ, man.

- I can't believe it's you!

You cool, man!

- What's goin' on, man?

Say, man,

I heard you got wounded out there.

Yeah, man. I was in demolitions

and my f***in' hand gets blown off, man.

- Oh, man. Sh*t.

- Yeah, man. But hey...

motherfuckers told me everything there

is to know about explosives, man!

- That right?

- Check you out, Pappy.

You got all those kids now.

Man, hey. You gotta check out Kirby,

man. He's over in the back room.

Yeah. Let's go on back.

He's still back here, huh?

- All right. Dig it.

- Hey. Abre la puerta! Hey! Hey!

Doin' all right. You know, Kirby just

all hangin' in there, you know?

- Who the f*** is it?

- It's me.

Blood! What's up, blood?

- Hey, Nicky. What's happenin', man?

- Skin!

Kirby back there, man.

That boy looked at me,

he say, "Kirby...

when she pulled off them drawers,

I thought I'd never stop seein' ass!"

- What's happenin', Captain?

- Who the f*** is that?

- Youngblood?

- Yeah, it's me!

Youngblood! Come on, boy!

- How you doin'? Come on

in the back here, boy. Come on.

- Oh, boy. All right.

Man, I been everywhere

lookin' for a gig.

Aw, motherfuckers forget about you

gettin' your ass almost blown off...

or whatever the f***.

Yeah. Look, uh, Kirby, uh...

I was thinkin', man.

Maybe, uh, come back and work for you.

What? Work for me?

Yeah. You know. Runnin' numbers.

Like we used to do.

Shh. F***in' pigs run me

out of business.

How... How the pigs run you

outta business, man?

You had 'em on the payroll.

Pigs are greedy.

And you gotta remember I'm dealing

with the NYPD...

greediest, most corrupt pigs

on the face of the earth.

So I got the f*** out.

I told that motherf***er I'd rather

eat cat sh*t with a knittin' needle.

I wasn't gonna bust my ass sendin'

some cop kids to college. Sh*t.

I dig it.

This place ain't never

made much money.

So I'm just hustlin' here and there.

Tryin' to get over,

just like everybody else.

It's gonna be all right, kid.

Here's to gettin' over.

I hope, man. Hope. Sh*t.

- You afraid of blood?

- Uh, that's all I been around

for the past three years.

Anthony Curtis.

You related to Tony?

The actor?

N-No. Not...

Oh! The act... No, no, no.

- Different colour, right?

- Yeah! He's a white cat. Yeah.

And his name was Schwartz.

Schwartz, not Curtis.

- Okay.

- Know anything about butchering?

Uh, I'm a fast learner.

Here, put that on.

- Here. Take this.

- Need some help, man!

All right.

Hey, uh, is Juanita in?

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