Foxy Brown Page #2

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the US Government for all I've done.

For all I've done.

Nothing!

Two years undercover. The best case

put together against a dope syndicate,

and we couldn't even get an indictment

because the fix was in on the grand jury.

Only way to handle those hoods is with a

bullet in the gut, like they tried to get him.

I know how you feel.

It's hard not to agree with you, but...

Anyway, you're out of it now.

There is no more Dalton Ford.

From now on

you're officially Michael Anderson.

It's a pleasure to walk among people

and not have to worry about anybody.

Oscar? What are you doing?

Sh. Wait a second. Just watch.

Wait a second. Watch this.

My baby!

That's my baby!

Agh!

OK, get that a**hole outta here.

Whoo!

Foxy, baby. What's happenin', mama?

Oscar. That wasn't exactly smooth, but

he had no business pickin' on a cripple.

That was one of them no-good n*ggers.

Been tryin' to catch him for a long time.

Mm-hm.

Oscar, I want you

to meet my friend Michael.

- You a friend of Foxy's, you all right.

- I'm glad to know that, man.

- He's with the neighbourhood committee.

- Yeah, what kind?

- The anti-slavery committee.

- Slavery?

Yeah, we're in the process of abolishing

what we call "new slavery".

- That's the slavery of hard dope. You dig?

- I sure do.

These pushers, they buy protection

from the police and from the man.

But from us there is no protection.

None whatsoever. You dig?

Right on, brother.

But what happens to the pusher?

He's gonna go on a very long train ride.

To some other town, that is.

What if he comes back?

He won't come back. No way indeed.

Dynamite.

Well, Oscar, we gotta run.

We'll check you later, OK?

Foxy's a good chick.

You treat her right, you hear?

The last fella she had

ran out on her at a bad time.

Later.

- Maybe he's got the right idea.

- Sure do.

But I don't know. Vigilante justice?

It's as American as apple pie.

Yeah.

Hello, Deb?

For Christ's sake, baby,

I've been trying to call you all day.

Yeah, I'm OK.

I'm at my sister's pad across the river.

Nobody here knows me.

They were looking for you,

and weren't nice about it.

What? Jesus Christ.

Baby, did they hurt you?

Oh, no, not too bad. I guess they knew

I really didn't know where you were.

Damn. It wasn't my fault the narcs found

that stash and picked up that half key.

All I need is another half or so

for a few days and I can pay it off.

I told them that, like you said.

There's gotta be another way

to raise 20 grand.

Deb, I gotta call you back later, OK?

Say, Foxy.

I didn't expect you back so early.

Mm-hm.

Mike, this is my brother Link.

He'll be visiting me for a while.

- Nice to meet you, man.

- Mm-hm. Hi, how you doin'?

- Mike, is it?

- Yeah. Anderson.

Say, I was just goin' out

for a breath of fresh air and a walk.

Good idea.

- Maybe get better acquainted next time.

- Yeah, maybe next time. See ya.

And stay out of trouble,

if you know what I mean.

For a moment

it seemed like he noticed something.

He's like that. He always has

his feelers out, like a cockroach.

- What time is it?

- It's pretty late.

I'm due back at the hospital

for a final checkup.

Mm. Come here. I'll give you a checkup.

You look pretty good to me.

I'd love to, but...

Tomorrow and all the tomorrows

after that.

- You got much stuff to pack?

- Mm-mm. I'm practically ready.

Been practising with that,

like I showed you?

Plenty, and I'm pretty good with it, too.

Good.

I hope you never have to use it.

What are you doin' in my things?

You remember this?

It don't hardly seem like

it was only three months ago.

Yeah. I'm trying to forget about it, Link.

Dalton Ford.

That name could be worth 20 grand, easy.

What are you talkin' about?

Well, the people I know,

when they want somebody that bad,

they get him for sure.

I bet somebody made a bundle

fingering that informer.

He was not an informer.

He was a federal cop.

Oh, sure, you're right.

Trouble is them people don't know

the difference sometimes.

Well, Link, I'm going on a little vacation.

You can have the place to yourself.

- Think you can get along all right?

- Baby, I'll be all right.

- You gonna need any help?

- No, no, uh-uh. You better stay inside.

And I'll be back

to pick up the bags in an hour.

And you better start thinkin' about

what you're gonna do, OK?

For Mexican heroin, it's pretty good stuff.

About 80.

I've seen better, but not lately.

- Good work, Leroy. Thank you.

- Thank you, Mr Elias. Call on me anytime.

Mr Tedesco, you have yourself a deal.

Tell your people the terms are acceptable.

You get $10,000 upfront,

the rest on delivery.

Now, how soon can you arrange this?

- I would say about five days.

-

Super. I'll have my boy

fly it in the usual way.

Mr Elias, Miss Katherine

wants to see you right away.

- It's urgent, she says.

- All right, Eddie.

Everything goes all right, I see no reason

why we can't do business together.

I am sure you'll be

more than satisfied, Mr Elias.

Well, I certainly hope so.

Are you trying to tell me

Dalton Ford is still alive?

- That's what the man says.

- What man?

- That coke dealer who lost that half key.

- Oh, him again.

I suppose he wants a clean ticket

in return for fingering him.

Steve, I heard the man's story myself.

It has the ring of truth.

Eddie, didn't you tell me

you took care of Ford?

No, sir. You sent Bunyan, remember?

Oh, yes.

I did, honest. I zapped him between

the blades. He fell just like in the movies.

Just... like in the movies?

And then he probably got up again, stupid,

just like in the movies!

- Jesus!

- All right.

I'm not going to ask what went wrong.

All that matters is that that man never

be allowed to open his mouth in court.

Last time we were able to reach

some of the grand jurors.

We might not be so lucky again.

I want that man dead.

Eddie.

Now, you do it any way you wanna do it,

but I want that goddamn

n*gger cop-fink burned!

I don't care

if you have to bring me his head!

I'll make sure this time, Mr Elias.

Come on, kid.

Don't go to a movie.

- Is that him?

- I don't know.

He sure looks different.

I got a couple of things

to pick up at the drugstore.

What do you say

we go take a closer look?

OK. Go ahead.

Link?

Link!

Oh, Link, you didn't.

You couldn't.

- I'm sorry, Foxy.

-

We tried, didn't we?

Oh, baby, no, no. No.

# I'm back in the saddle again

# I'm back where a friend needs a fr...

- Who is it?

- It's me, Link. Foxy.

Uh, what is it?

I need help, Link. Please let me in.

Baby, I'm really kind of busy right now.

Could you come back later?

Please, Link. I got Michael out in the car.

He's been shot! You gotta help me.

Just a second.

Stash that, baby.

Move, you son of a b*tch!

You had to tell them, didn't you?

Look, baby! Look!

- What are you trying to do, kill me?

- I ought to, you rotten bastard!

If I don't, thank God you're my brother

cos there's no other reason.

Look, baby, let me alone!

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