Foxy Brown Page #3

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I didn't do nothing to you!

- Agh!

- You know damn well what you did!

I'm not gonna argue with you. Tell me

who you talked to cos it's them or you.

I swear, baby,

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

Agh!

I only got so much control.

I'm liable to put one of these between

your eyes, no matter what Mama'd say.

Baby, look...

Look, all I know is what I hear.

I want the name, Link. The name!

All right, all right. Katherine Wall.

But don't you go messin' with her, baby.

She's mean.

Katherine Wall? What does she

have to do with the dope operation?

Baby, she's the protection. The fixer.

Without her, there's nothin'.

How does she do it?

She runs a stable

of the finest call girls in the country.

But they don't go out for just money.

You gotta be somebody big.

You gotta be a big man - a congressman

or a judge or on the grand jury.

OK, thanks.

What are you doin'?

No, no, no!

Hey! Foxy, what's goin' on?

Now, come on. Cut that sh*t out!

You're movin' out, brother. Out of town.

And I mean it, Link.

Think you're back with those people, but

they got a stick of dynamite up your ass.

Now, I want you out!

O- u-t.

- Who does she think she is?

- That's my sister, baby.

She's a whole lot of woman.

- Miss Cotton. Misty Cotton?

- Yes.

- Miss Katherine will see you now. Go in.

- Thank you.

You're welcome, dear,

but I can't stand all this green.

There's too much green in everything.

So, Miss Cotton, is it?

May I call you Misty?

It's a lovely name.

I can see you're quite lovely, too.

A unique type.

- Really?

- Yes. Most unusual features.

Almost classic.

Now, Miss Katherine, let's cut all the bull.

I know perfectly well the business you're

in. I couldn't care less about modelling.

I've come here for one reason:

This is where the money's at.

I know just how long I have to make it in

and I intend to make it good while I can.

So let's you and me stop

wasting each other's precious time.

You tell me who you want done

and I'll do the hell out of him,

if the price is right.

Vicki?

Set up wardrobe and hairdressing

for Miss Cotton right away, will you?

Misty Cotton, eh?

All right, Misty. We'll give you a try.

If you do well, you can go a long way.

But if you fail or try to quit,

you can go a long way, too,

in a different direction.

You understand that quite clearly?

If you say it, I believe it.

Good.

Be ready tomorrow.

- Four o'clock at my house. Don't be late.

- Thank you, Miss Katherine.

It'll look like an accident.

Your escort will have an emergency.

He will ask the other gentleman

if he can stay and have a drink with you.

The important thing is that

it should seem as if you go home with him

because you find him

irresistibly attractive.

The material should cling to the breasts

so the nipples show through.

Arabella, I want that fat toad

drooling in his pants over you.

Whenever he looks at you, think sex.

If you find him repulsive,

think of someone else who turns you on.

Why is that dress so tight?

I thought I told you to lose five pounds.

- You did?

- Yes. Five pounds.

- I'll give you three days to get rid of it.

- Yes, Miss Katherine. I'll do it. I promise.

You have the best hairdressers in the city.

You have everything you need

to look your absolute best.

There's no excuse for slovenliness.

You, Jennifer.

You look like you just woke up

from a three-day drunk.

Your face is puffy and your make-up

is too thick trying to cover it up.

Steve...

You're making Miss Cotton nervous.

I'm ready, Miss Katherine.

How do you like it?

It's very impressive.

It's rather late. You'd better get going.

Claudia will tell you what to do.

The gentlemen you'll be meeting

this evening have a preference for, uh...

your type.

Oh, I understand, Miss Katherine.

- Bunyan, we're ready for the car now.

- OK, Vicki.

Oh, sister. You almost

stepped on the tail of a tiger.

- You mean the big chief? Who is he?

- His name is Steve Elias,

her very personal private property.

Mustn't touch.

Oh, she's got a weak spot, huh?

True love hits the strangest people,

I guess.

I guess.

Hey, don't worry, baby. Old Claudia's

gonna steer you through this mess.

I'm an old hand at these parties.

Look, all you have to do

is be nice... to certain people.

And tonight I have to be nice

to a certain Judge Fenton,

cos two dope dealers that work for Elias

come up for trial in his court tomorrow.

What happens if you're nice to the judge,

but the judge isn't nice to the dealer?

Ah, no, no, no,

cos that would mean I failed.

And that better not happen.

Then what happens?

There's a house in Haiti.

And men go there for...

what they can't get anywhere else.

Mama! Mama! Mama!

Jason!

Jason! Oh, my baby.

- You shouldn't be here.

- Hello, Claudia.

Willard!

What you doin' around here?

I got a new job in Seattle. I wanted him to

see his mama one last time before we go.

- You can't just take him away like that.

- You ain't seen him in six months.

- But that ain't my fault.

- Whose is it?

There ain't no reason why

you can't up and leave with us now.

Willard, I want to, I really do,

but you don't know these people.

- Once they got you, they don't let you go.

- Eddie.

What world is it if anybody could keep

a woman away from her man and child?

- You're trespassing. It's private property.

- I ain't afraid of you!

- I'm talking to my wife.

- We don't want any disturbance.

You wanna communicate with that lady,

I suggest you go write her a letter, OK?

Get him up here. I want him!

Miss Katherine, I'm sorry.

I didn't know he'd come here, honest.

Now get him out of here!

Feel better already.

Drop a couple of downers,

switch on automatic pilot,

wait till I reach cruising altitude.

And then what?

Maybe a couple more.

A martini or so.

Maybe then I can be nice

to that pig judge like I'm gonna have to.

Yeah, well, you do what you gotta do.

Hey, I've got an idea that might

make it more fun for him and us.

You and me, together.

Dig?

Yeah?

Mm-hm.

Well, I feel game

for just about anything tonight.

- I'll tell you.

- All right.

Ah, at last. Come on in.

Hiya, Judge.

Eddie, get the girls a drink.

Wowee. I see Your Honour

likes that dark meat.

The darker the berry,

the sweeter the juice, honey.

Think you can handle all of that, Fred?

Maybe you'll need a little help.

At your age you might have a heart attack.

Awful lot of chocolate for one man. No

wonder you cleared your calendar early.

Don't pay them fellas no nevermind, girls.

Come on, Eddie. Drink up.

Sure glad you got here.

I was tired watching those movies.

Then why don't we go and adjudicate

this matter in chambers, as they say,

and maybe we can make

a few motions or something.

- Well, if I don't hear any objection.

- Well, I sure don't object.

Matter of fact,

I ain't gonna object to nothin' today.

Good. You're the kind of counsellor

I like in my courtroom.

I object. She's supposed to be with me.

Uh-uh, honey. I want the top man.

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