Force of Execution Page #3

and you get used to it.

'Cause the day is coming

when I'm going to be the boss.

Mr. Alexander?

His days are numbered.

Crazy gangsters.

Who's that dude?

- That guy there?

- Yeah.

I don't know.

Never seen him before.

He's not with us.

Impress upon him

the value of discretion.

I'm gonna go take a leak.

Let's go, back it up!

Come on!

Hey, don't be shitting in my toilet,

man, all right?

What the f*** you doing in here,

white boy?

Hmm?

Don't I know you from the diner?

You hear me f***in' talking to you?

That's enough, Bruce Lee.

He's not the one.

The one is behind you.

Uh-uh.

Thought you were dead.

Mr. Alexander sent you up here, huh?

Hid you under Constantine.

Protected his favorite son

by keeping him out of sight, is that it?

Look, I don't know

what the f*** happened to you,

but I'm the big dog here now.

And my bite is far worse

than your bite would ever be.

Yeah, all that karate sh*t?

That sh*t is cool.

But we 6-0, n*gger.

We put one to the dome, you feel me?

Now you're lucky I promised my mama

I wouldn't shoot anybody today,

or your ass would be dead.

That's our neighborhood.

Let the b*tch live.

Hey, Hurst, you okay?

Man, you need to lay off that sh*t.

You want to talk,

I'll be back in 10 minutes.

F***! Ah!

Yo, dog, what's going on?

What do you want to do?

Bring the b*tch to the club.

Okay.

Where you going?

Grab her legs.

Get the f*** up.

What's going on, gentlemen?

No, no, no, no, don't touch her.

What's happening?

You know we've got bosses

and we've got orders.

I see.

Well, you can't follow these orders

because this is my house,

and that's my girl.

I guess it's on, then.

Quit playing around.

You all right?

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Trouble?

F***, yeah.

It's gonna get stupid around here.

So you listen to me and my friends

and listen to him.

- We got you. You heard?

- Yeah.

You two get out of here.

I'll deal with the cops.

No, ese, I can't do that.

These men belong to Iceman.

He's going to come after you for this.

Trust me, this is the best way.

This Iceman, he ain't sh*t.

I done worse sh*t in an afternoon

than that puto's done in a lifetime.

I'm not afraid of no AG.

And neither should you be, homes.

There's more to this

than just Karen and Ice.

Let me take this.

Standing my ground.

Making sure I'm taking care of Karen.

Two gangsters coming

after my white girl?

Nah.

Too bad for them.

- Is this weapon clean?

- Yeah.

Okay, both of you bounce.

Get out of here now.

- You can't get into this.

- Are you kidding me?

An old Mexican con

and a former mob--

whatever you want to call it--

explaining to the cops

why these two dirty gangbangers

ended up all busted like they did?

No way.

They attacked me in my place

and I used the gun that my daddy

gave me forjust such an occasion,

and I don't know what happened,

but I am really glad it did.

Okay?

Okay?

Okay.

Hey, Roman?

Thanks.

Who is this chinga de madre?

Hey, boss?

Three of lceboy's men

just got whacked.

Where?

At the diner on 525.

They're gaming us

with Mr. Alexander.

Go there, get something-- anything.

- You got it?

- Yeah.

I'm on it.

Jackie?

I might have to take care of this

my own motherfuckin' self, ya hear?

Yes, sir, Mr. Alexander.

That crazy motherf***er thinks

he can go up against Mr. Alexander.

Sh*t just got real.

Come on.

- Where Ice at?

- He knows who you are.

But you just can't be walking through

this motherf***er like you own it.

Why don't you ask Junior to walk up

in there and tell him I'm here?

I ain't telling him sh*t.

I think it's time for you to go.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.

Yo, chill out.

Ice said he'll meet with you.

All right.

I thought he might change his mind.

I've been doing this a long time,

you know?

And, uh...

I'm kind of tired of all this sh*t.

And I know what you're thinking.

I don't blame you,

and I like your style.

You know?

But this could go two ways.

One way it could go is, like, stupid,

and it'll turn into a war.

And war ain't no good for business.

It ain't good for nobody.

To the people who run countries,

wars are great for business.

But we street people, man.

We ain't gonna make no money warring.

So I was thinking

I'll go back up

in the mountains of Thailand

where I learned

all my original bad habits,

leave all this to you.

But you know what?

I'd like to leave with my face,

you know?

So give me a little bit--

just enough to wet my beak.

It's about respect. It's about face.

And I'll be gone.

I thought if you could come over

to the house in the next couple days,

one night, and let's sit down

and just have

a little business discussion.

You a businessman.

And I ain't talking about

business-business.

I'm just talking about

leaving with respect.

What do you say?

Chitty chitty bang bang,

Crips and things, baby.

Hmm.

We'll work out a number for you.

That's what I'm talking about.

Neighborhood.

I'll bring my neighborhood with me,

you can have this one.

I like you, n*gger.

All right, fool.

I'll see you then.

Get the homies strapped up.

Neighborhood.

You know how it is, Eric--

tactics of gun-fighting.

If you don't maneuver,

you will be outmaneuvered.

If you're outmaneuvered,

you will be killed.

So let's go home,

get our gear in order,

and prepare for war.

Do what we do best.

- Hurst?

- Alexander?

- I can't leave.

- Yeah, I know.

But I wanted to give you

a chance, you know?

Iceman and his folks would

sort of like to have me retire early,

if you know what I mean.

But you know how I am, man.

I'm not too partial to people

having to try to tell me what to do

and when and how and where.

So I was just thinking, man,

I know you retired,

but I need to bring you back.

No matter how all this go down,

I figured when it goes down,

you could take that money

that I gave you

and give some to Karen

and get her out of here.

Know what I mean?

I could do that.

But what about Oso?

Don't worry about Oso.

He's got his own

marching orders now, son.

Yes, sir.

Sorry, bro.

Ah! What the f***

are you doing? Oh!

Relax, Roman.

I'm what they call a curandero.

- Mexican witch doctor.

- Oh! F*** that sh*t.

You relax!

Ahh!

Look, I gotta get you all fixed up.

You all badass now.

You can only imagine the pain

you can inflict with two good hands.

Now...

this is an old family medicine.

It goes way back

to Mayans or Incas or some sh*t--

I don't know. Old, though.

- This is a very rare scorpion.

- Ah!

One of the rarest in the world--

most poisonous too.

They live right up here

in the high desert.

Very few people know about them.

Now these...

Now this one will kill you a lot faster.

Now it's very important

to get the sting

right in the right area,

where all the meridians are--

where all the meridians

are all tangled up.

Can you believe that sh*t?

Meridians.

What the hell do I know?

I'm just a cook.

These poisons will work together

with your body,

help you find your hands again.

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