Fire With Fire Page #4

someone paying for this murder rap

F*** the Jimmy sh*t...

Man, who's this Wonder-Bread-lookin'

motherf***er walkin' around?

Hey, can I talk

to you guys for a second?

You in the wrong

neighborhood, cuz.

I'm not looking for trouble.

- Nah, f*** that, man.

You ought to get you a hat

that says "Undercover Cop."

I'm not a cop.

- You better not be, motherf***er,

'cause you f***ing suck at it.

Keep on walking, cuz,

you gonna scare off

my customers and sh*t.

I am a customer.

All right?

I want a gun.

Gun store, homie.

I want a gun that can't be traced.

Look here, cuz.

We don't sell steel to white boys.

- I'm not looking for any--

Jesus.

God, oh!

See what the f*** you did?

Trying to tell your ass.

Now you done f*** with the muscle.

Put your teeth on the curb, man.

Hey, cuz, let me

"American History X" this boy.

I always wanted to do that.

I'm not a cop!

- Shut the f*** up!

L-- I need the gun

to kill David Hagan.

I wanna kill David Hagan.

Don't f*** with me, boy.

Let's take a ride, cuz.

Hey, Wonder Bread,

get your ass up.

I got it.

Get your ass in the car.

No, fool, not the back seat.

Get your ass in the trunk.

I can ride in the back

f***ing seat, man.

Get your ass

in the motherfucking trunk!

Put this on.

You'll get there safe--

just in the dark.

Lamar!

Lamar!

We got company.

Welcome to the Eastside.

Yeah. Why you ain't up

in Bixby Knolls?

Problems at the country club?

- I ain't from Bixby Knolls.

You sure as f***

ain't from here either.

So we got a white boy

who wants to smoke Hagan.

Ain't this a b*tch?

- It's a long story, but it's him or me.

And who are you?

- Nobody, cuz.

That's right.

Nobody, literally nobody.

But if I do pull this off,

Hagan'll be gone,

and you guys can take the credit.

I know that he's competition for you.

I could be doing you guys a favor.

Pffft.

Stone cold Bixby!

Man, f*** this sh*t, man.

He wasting your f***in' time, nigga.

Let us take him

out the back, cuz. Trust me.

Naw. He's a customer.

C'mon.

What a selection.

Now what you trying to do, man,

you gonna need

some motherfuckin' weight. Trust me.

- The Glock 21.

The Glock 21?

- Yeah.

You hear this white motherf***er?

Glock 21, man, you could've got

this sh*t from Kmart, man!

From aisle one

next to the Pampers!

Look at this motherf***er,

take a look at that sh*t.

We got AK-47s over here, dawg.

I don't know how to shoot the AK-47.

- Check this sh*t out, man.

You tryin' to be the motherfucking

Grim Reaper and sh*t?

You gonna have to get grim.

- I learned how to shoot on this gun.

F*** that.

- I learned how to f***

on this dumb b*tch

at the rec center.

Her grill all f***ed up,

teeth sideways,

throwing gang signs

and titties hanging 'em out.

Man, I'm hard bangin' that sh*t, man,

but then I upgraded.

You know what I'm sayin'?

- Hey, shut the f*** up!

Enough of that sh*t, all right?

Can I?

Can this be traced?

No, it can't be

motherfuckin' traced.

The sh*t ain't even been fired.

The serial number's been filed out.

That's virgin steel.

Hey, look, now you wondering

if I think you can kill Hagan?

I don't know

what the f*** you can do.

But I think you could be trouble.

You could occupy some of his time.

Even if it's only 30 minutes when he

gain' somewhere to drop off your body.

Bullets are on the house.

Give it to him.

I hope you got some gas money left

in them motherfuckin' pockets

of yours, motherf***er.

Jeremy?

Yeah, I had a feeling

you'd answer this phone.

I wasn't supposed to, but...

I knew you'd call.

How are you?

I'm a little woozy,

a little tired, but...

I'm fine.

I'm just sad I missed

all your heroics.

That's all right.

It'll give me a chance

to exaggerate it later.

Jeremy?

You have to come back in.

I know that things got bad,

but you can't be

out there on your own.

So wherever it is that you are,

please just go to a police station

and tell them to call the marshals.

Okay? You're not safe.

But you are safe.

That's the only thing

that matters to me.

Whatever happens,

I want you to know that.

Please don't do this to me.

Jeremy?

I love you.

Get rid of this phone.

I'm not gonna call you again.

No, Jeremy

What'd I f***ing tell you?

- Oh sh*t.

For f***'s sake!

Talk to him tomorrow.

He's working at the Obispo.

Right there.

Hands up!

Jeremy f***ing Coleman.

You throw it away.

Throw your f***in' gun!

Calm down.

Calm yourself down.

Around the corner.

- What?

Get around the f***ing corner!

It's Gethers.

- Hold on.

All right. Later.

What's up?

He wants to talk about

your plea bargain.

Oh, he does?

Let's go run an errand.

Go to the f***in' corner!

- This is a f***in' big mistake.

Shut the f*** up and get

against the wall.

All right. Sit down.

Back against the wall!

Okay, now what?

I'm gonna kill Hagan.

Is that so?

- That's right.

What's "Obispo"?

Who's gonna be there?

Throw me your phone.

When I was a kid,

I wanted to be a boxer.

I worked and worked,

but then I realized

it wasn't gonna happen,

because I didn't have it in me.

You tell me how to get to Hagan.

Now you wanna be

some badass assassin,

but you haven't got it in you.

Dude, I will shoot you

in the f***ing knee

if you don't tell me how to get

to Hagan. Do you understand me?

Henry Cooper had 4% body fat.

Now do I look like

I've got 4% body fat?

No. And you ain't gonna

pull that f***ing trigger!

F***!

Wait wait! F***!

Ah, so you're one of those, huh?

Wait please.

Whoo. Come on.

What you got there? What you got?

Whoo-ee!

Oh sh*t. F***.

F***.

The Aryan brother

is without care.

He walks where the weak

and the heartless won't dare.

For the Aryan brother, death holds

no fear.

Vengeance will be his...

through his brothers

still there.

Oh sh*t, oh sh*t.

Throw your weapons out!

If you're hurt, I can help you,

but you gotta throw out

your weapons!

George, please tell me

that's not a dead guy.

It's a dead guy.

- Are you f***ing kidding me?

It's a terrible tragedy, huh?

It's a f***ed up weekend

is what it is.

F***. Who is this?

Looks like he got jumped and his buddies

in the SUV down there,

they came riding to the rescue,

but I'm pretty sure it didn't work out.

What is that sh*t carved in his face?

- It's E.C., Eastside Crips.

This is gang retaliation.

Yeah. Yeah yeah,

what do you got for me?

Hey, Lieutenant?

- Hey, what's up?

I thought you should see this.

- What is it?

Partial print.

It's not much, but I think

we can get a hit off of it.

- All right.

Take this to the lab.

Get the results back to me.

Only me.

- Only you.

Thanks, Paul.

Hello?

- Lieutenant Cella.

Who is this?

- I think it's time we met

face to face.

This just in, breaking news

out of Long Beach:

a man nearly beaten to death. Let's go

now to our field reporter at the scene.

The victim, Craig Tucker,

is listed in critical condition.

Those injuries are described

as being very severe,

and it is not immediately clear

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