Force of Execution Page #2

Get out of here, go as far

as you can go, start a new life.

If I get through this okay,

we'll hook up again.

You're family.

It's like that.

I was inside for two years.

Now that I'm out,

I'm curious to know

why your boy wasted Dre

instead of that piece-of-sh*t weasel

you put the green light on.

That's the distant past.

But for now, it'd be really good

if you could tell me

something relevant right quick.

You like games?

No, sir.

Well, I think I got a game

that you gonna like.

How'd you like to play

"Pop the Pifiata"

with old Benny the rat himself?

- Tell me.

- Oh, yeah, baby.

Yeah, we got him.

It's a gift from 6-0 to you

to show our respect.

- That right?

- That's right.

Man, if that's true,

you might could have a job,

iceman-- Ice?

Iceman?

You can call me Ice.

Ice.

Mr. Ice.

Cool. Well, you can call me

Mr. Alexander.

Who you with?

Rich-rollin' 60 Crips,

Mr. Alexander.

Not no more.

You fixin' to roll with me now.

Oh, that's our neighborhood.

Neighborhood.

Let's start by delivering

your gift to Dante.

Make sure he do things right.

Oh, yeah, he's gonna do what he do.

We gonna do it the 6-0 way--

all day, every day.

Sure enough.

Let's go to work.

Thank you for your time, sir.

Thanks are mine, y'all.

You rat f***!

I got a special ass-f***ing

for you rattin' on the BTF.

But I saved a little something special

for what you did to Dre.

- What the f***?

- That's right-- what the f***?

If I were you, I'd let him down.

Let him die like the rat f*** he is,

begging for his life,

not tied up like some damn pifiata.

You know who you're talking to?

The man who used to have the bat.

Benny, look around you.

Go ahead, look around you.

See, all these folks got a reason

to have you dead.

Me?

I'm just interested in having you

pay back Mr. Alexander.

Enough of this sh*t.

You ain't done yet?

Oh. Oh, okay.

All right, come on.

Yeah.

You see that?

Come on, all right.

Now we done, b*tch.

Now,

why don't you let me and my boys

do the housekeeping?

You go on back

and tell Mr. Alexander

that his pit bull needs a muzzle

or he could end up like Benny here.

I ain't doing sh*t.

Knock some sense into this n*gger.

Come on!

Get up, get up!

Oh, come on!

Tell him your damn self.

That's our 'hood.

Didn't I f*** you last week?

Stop wasting my dick time.

Would you like a translation, b*tch?

No, but I want you to go run

tell your boss

that from now on,

any product he moves in my club,

I get 10%.

Now we 6-0, baby,

and we don't accept no apologies.

Adios, motherf***er.

I got a job for you--

shaking your ass.

Shake your ass.

Got a job for you, b*tch.

Shake your ass.

Got a job for you, b*tch.

Shake your ass.

Shake your ass.

Shake your ass.

Sorry mama-ass n*gger.

Oye, hombre,

I told you not to call me

until the shipment was delivered.

Here you go.

Let me know if you need

anything else, okay?

A**hole, I can't understand you.

Speak English or Spanish,

but pick one.

Manny?

Something's wrong.

Talk to me.

We have a problem with Cesare.

Constantine is taking care of it now.

Copy that.

Here's that Infinity

I was telling you about.

An amazing gun--

long slide, wide body.

Got almost 15 rounds in a .45.

Can you imagine?

Very accurate.

Spectacular pistol.

This is that .50

I was telling you about.

Guncrafter-- amazing.

Flat, fast, no overpenetration,

great distance.

You know, great velocity.

Here's one

of my Longslide Caspian .45s

that I've carried a lot around.

Beautiful gun.

Series 70 Colt,

1938 National Match.

It was one of the smallest .45s

ever made.

It's one of my backups--

one of my personal backups.

Isn't that amazing?

The only reason he lets you

operate in this city, ese,

is because you draw a lot of heat

away from him.

Kind of defeats the purpose

if he's in f***ing business with you.

And I'm finished here.

I spoke with Cesare.

Now let's go fix this mess.

What you got in the bag, ese?

Groceries.

You want dinner?

I look like a f***ing cook to you?

Hey, keep walking, puto.

Now what say you give me

that box?

No, I can't do that, ese.

I said give me

the f***in' box, homes.

How'd you do that?

You didn't even use your hands.

Not bad for a cripple.

I f***in' hate this town.

Nowhere to find a good burger

after midnight.

Kitchen closes in 15 minutes.

Your burgers any good?

The best in town.

Make yourselves at home.

You dropped this.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hey.

Don't I know you?

Doubt it.

Hey, you know them black dudes?

Keep 'em away from Karen, all right?

Her old man is like my ace deuce.

Kind of makes her a daughter.

So keep the trash away from her.

Then why don't you pick up

the trash yourself for once?

So what's so important

about that box of yours?

Special ingredients

used for my cooking.

What happened

to your hands, anyhow?

I'll tell you all about it.

Gotta shut her down.

Can't afford to lose

my liquor license.

You know who owns this place, right?

Starts with Alexander,

ends with don't-even-think-about-it.

So Mr. Alexander,

he own you too?

Your tab.

Added an extra $26

for the two hours OT I owe Oso

for hanging around.

Pay it, you can come back.

I don't think she likes me.

I know goddamn well

that nasty OG don't like me.

F*** him.

Don't f*** with me.

If Mr. Alexander says no,

I gotta eat it.

That's life.

You sound like you scared

of that name.

Mr. Cabron,

Mr. Alexander has

a lot of triggers he can pull

if we go to a ground war.

And I don't feel like

getting shot today.

I don't know,

maybe it's just me.

Mm-hmm.

Peep this-- Constantine runs

the chop shops.

Right?

Not for long.

You feel me?

Mr. Alexander wants your product.

But he wants it done quietly.

The quieter, the better.

That's where a n*gger like me

comes in.

I'm gonna say this

and I'm only gonna say it once.

Jimmy Falcone is dead.

I own this club.

I'm about to own

the chop shops too.

That's our neighborhood,

you feel me?

A gift.

That could be your future.

One more thing--

we partners now.

Once I cap Constantine,

I expect 10% of everything we move

through the chop shop.

Okay.

Vamonos.

Hey-

Oh, you b*tches, you.

Oso made you some food.

He wanted me to tell you

thank you for your help.

Thank you for your help...

Roman.

Hurst.

I'm sorry to call.

I just--

How you feelin'?

Alive, which is more than I can say

for Constantine.

- It was a hit.

- Yeah, I heard.

Look, I just want to warn you,

if Constantine is dead,

then that means--

You don't have to warn me

about nothing, man.

I know who hit him,

why they hit him,

how they hit him,

and when they hit him.

They all want my business.

That's all right, man.

I got a little surprise coming up.

So where you stand in all this, son?

You retired me, remember?

Come on, let's go!

We're out of here in 10 minutes, people!

10 minutes!

Nice to be in business.

Right.

You sure all this

is going to fit in those cars?

You leave that to me

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