Foxy Brown Page #6

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Wait a minute. I gotta find a place

to land this motherf***er.

- How are you, Mr Elias?

- All right, O'Brien.

- Nobody comes in or out till I get back.

- You can count on it, sir.

- Mr Elias.

- Mr Tedesco, how are you?

Fine.

Count it.

Well, at least he's on time.

Hey, baby, why don't you keep your fuzzy

little head outta sight till this is over with?

We might get in a hell of a lotta trouble if

somebody found out I took you to Mexico.

OK, I wouldn't wanna cause you

any trouble, you understand?

I'm gonna get down here.

Sh. Put your head down.

- What's the trouble, Officer?

- Plenty of trouble for you, spook,

unless you go back where you came from.

- This road's closed.

- Yes, sir. We sure don't want no trouble.

- And neither do you, do you, whitey?

- No, sir. I sure don't.

What the hell's she doin'?

- What the hell's goin' on?

- I don't know.

- Bunyan!

- Argh!

- I'm all right.

- Go get him, sister.

What are you gonna do?

What do you want?

What are you guys gonna do?

What, are you crazy?

What are you...

- He's ready, sister.

- No! You...

You're crazy.

You can't do this!

You can't do that!

No! No, Foxy!

Oh, no! Sh*t!

Argh!

Hold it right there, spook.

Yeah, you're gonna be a spook

for real pretty soon. Hands up.

- Don't pinch the fruit.

- Watch your mouth...

No, Eddie. Later.

I want to know what she's doing here.

I'll take that, bigmouth.

Sure. I brought it for you, Miss Pimp.

It's a present from your f*ggot boyfriend.

See what it is, Eddie.

Well, what is it?

I don't know.

Looks like a pickle jar or somethin'.

Bring it here.

Oh, Steve! Agh!

Why don't you kill me, too?

Go on, shoot! I don't wanna live any more!

I know.

That's the idea.

The rest of your boyfriend is still around

and I hope you two live a long time.

And then maybe

you'll get to feel what I feel.

Death is too easy for you, b*tch.

I want you to suffer.

The party's over, Oscar. Let's go.

ENHOH:

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