Dead Presidents Page #7

Hey, cash money, bro.

Like clockwork, once a month.

Then they stop by the post office...

before they make their final run

to Washington, man.

All the way to Washington, D.C.,

where they burn the money.

Can you believe that sh*t?

Old bills, man.

Sometimes a couple million.

- How many guards?

- Four.

Two in the front

and one in the back carry revolvers.

The other one, 12-gauge shotgun, man.

You think we can take 'em?

I can't say, man.

I mean...

four guards, and all of 'em

packin'?

I put up the guns. I get the money

together to get the plans goin'.

But you got to be the master planner.

You got medals for blowin'

motherfuckers up out there.

- Man, I heard you were like John Wayne.

- Well, then that's the deal.

Yeah, all that money.

Ah, man.

Anthony. You down?

- Ahh.

- The look

- Of love

- Let's drink on it anyway.

- Is in your eyes

- Mmm.

- Ahh.

- A look

- Ooh, ooh, ooh.

- Your heart

- Say, man. Shhh.

- Can't disguise

- Hmm?

Put the goddam thing away.

Get your little pyromaniac ass...

- You gonna be walkin' in a minute.

- Aw, cool out, Kirby, man.

I'm not gonna burn your car.

Not yet, at least.

Don't go

Forget it, Juanita.

Come on. Watch out there.

The look of love

What's the problem, Anthony?

What is it? I mean,

is it because I'm pregnant?

Shh. Come on.

Now, don't be silly.

So, then what's the problem?

Come on. Talk to me.

What is it?

I told you. You need to

leave that alcohol alone.

- No! No!

- Anthony! Anthony, baby!

It's me.

It's me. It's all right.

It's all right.

Come here.

Shh. Shh. Shh.

It's just another dream.

It's just another dream.

This is my best cut,

Mrs Stein. Enjoy.

Thank you very much, Saul.

- He's such a nice man.

- What did he give you?

- We need to talk.

- Oh.

- So what's happenin'?

- You're a good man.

Aw, come on, Saul.

I ain't got time to kibitz with ya.

I got a whole lot of meat to cut.

I'm closing down the shop.

Should've told you sooner,

but I thought maybe...

business, you know,

pick up a little.

Sorry.

- Here.

- Oh, no, look, Saul... No. I can't.

What am I gonna do with it?

I have to get rid of it.

Come on.

Now I know

We have great respect

For the sister and mother

It's even better yet

But there's the joker in the street

Here you go, brother.

Don't let the bullshit get to you.

I'm tryin', man. I'm tryin'.

You wanna get the man's foot

off your neck?

Come check us out.

Take care of yourself, brother.

Live righteous.

Here you go, brother.

Here you go.

Take care of yourself, brother.

Come see us now.

Don't let us hang around this town

- Here you go, sister.

- And let what others say come true

Brothers and sisters, here you go.

Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh.

Hey, youngblood.

Bringin' in the groceries, huh?

Lord, have mercy.

Man, I remember

when I was married.

I used to love

to bring home the groceries.

Made me feel real good.

Like a man. Know what I mean?

Hey, listen, youngblood. Uh...

I just dropped by

to see Juanita and Sarah.

- You know, lay a little

somethin' on 'em.

- Stopped by to see my baby?

Is that right?

You know, youngblood...

I took care of your woman and your baby

when you were in the war.

Now, a man oughta get a little respect

for somethin' like that.

Now, I ain't gonna lie to you.

I care about Juanita.

I care about her a whole lot.

But you back now, and I'm gone.

So from this point on, you should

consider me like a friend of the family.

Find yourself in a jam and sh*t,

need a little cash...

you come see me,

I'll front you.

- Keep your sh*t.

- Listen, brother.

I know about pride.

But you got mouths to feed.

Now, I laid a little cash

on Juanita.

Say, man, stay the f***

away from my family.

What did you say?

You heard me, goddam it.

I said, "Stay the f*** away

from my family."

See, I ain't the enemy, youngblood.

I don't want no trouble.

Sh*t.

See, I tried to be a friend,

motherf***er.

Surprise, n*gger.

Big bad marines.

Look at you now.

Does she suck you?

F*** you?

Make you feel like a man?

Make you feel real good?

Huh, boy?

Now, she wasn't doin' it like that

before you went to the war, now was she?

Now you gettin'

all that good lovin'...

and you can't even put food

on your f***in' table.

Come on, Santa Claus.

Open your mouth and suck this.

Come on. I got a present for you.

Suck it!

- Suck it, n*gger!

- Kill me, motherf***er.

Shoot me right now.

What you gonna do, shoot me?

You lucky this is personal, n*gger.

I ain't gonna kill you

over no woman.

Don't you ever...

in your f***in' life...

bite the hand

that feeds you, n*gger.

See ya, Santa Claus.

- Hold still now.

- I'm all right.

- Hold still.

- No, I'm all right. Damn!

You givin' him that money back.

He won't take it back.

What the f*** you talkin'...

You better get his sh*t back to him!

Even if I wanted to give it back to him,

Anthony, he wouldn't take it back.

W-W-W-Wait. What the f*** you talkin'

about, "if you wanted to give it back"?

No, no, no, no.

F*** that sh*t.

Have you forgotten you just lost your

damn job? We need that f***in' money.

- We don't need his money.

- Yeah, well, Anthony,

I'll tell you what.

You start bringin' some real money

in here, like a real man, and then

I'll think about givin' it back to him.

Until then, I don't wanna hear sh*t.

You need to get your tight ass together,

that's what you need to do, and stop

feelin' sorry for your damn self.

Sometimes it's like you ain't even

the same man I knew before the war.

That's who I was in love with.

That's who I thought showed

the f*** back up here.

I don't know who the f*** you are.

So, what? You just, uh,

suck his dick so good...

he just start

throwin' money at you, right?

What is with you?

Why you so damn paranoid?

I ain't f***in' him.

Not at this moment, you ain't. No.

But the motherf***er

ain't sniffin' around here...

tossin' money in your

motherfuckin' face for nothin'!

Yeah, well, I sleep with you

every night, don't I?

You know, Juanita,

that's a damn good question.

Come on. Go ahead.

Admit this sh*t, man. Be honest.

You f***in' him, right?

- Is that what you wanna hear, Anthony?

That's what you wanna hear?

- Uh-huh. Yeah. Yeah.

Fine. I'm f***in' him.

So, uh, whose baby is that?

D-Don't even answer that sh*t.

No, you right. I ain't gonna answer it.

I mean, sh*t. You Anthony.

You the big marine man with no damn job.

You know every f***in' thing.

Answer this for me: If you think

I'm jivin' you so much, Anthony,

why the hell you with me? Huh?

Why the f*** you with me?

What, you think I need you?

Do you think I need this sh*t?

F***. You can't get a decent job,

you won't f*** me.

The only time I get to

hold you is when you're havin'

one of them silly-ass nightmares...

Shut the f*** up!

Shut the f*** up!

You don't know, girl.

You really don't know.

- Don't you f***in' walk away from...

- You better get the f*** off of me!

- Don't walk away from me, Anthony.

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