Freaky Deaky Page #6

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is how much you want.

How much I want for what?

Clean the pool.

If Woody stops payment

on the check,

I'll put the bomb back in the pool.

Do...

Do you like Busby Berkeley?

Some mean-looking sh*t.

Yeah.

Somebody did a half-ass job

of rigging it.

Screw wasn't set in

tight enough to the clock.

You knew it, didn't you?

You look at that sh*t lying

at the bottom of the pool,

you knew it wasn't going off.

That's why people like me like

to get hired by people like you.

What'd he say?

You'll never believe this.

He asked me to marry him.

- Oh, come on.

- I'm not kidding.

I said, let's just settle this

and I'll leave.

There's no way in

the world I'd ever marry you.

Just tell him you want the money.

I feel sorry for him.

What does that mean?

Okay, well, can't I feel

sorry for him?

I guess, if you want to.

Well, I didn't get a marriage proposal,

but I didn't do too bad.

Ten grand for cleaning out his pool.

Maybe I could take you to a nice place

for dinner tonight?

When I called today,

did you have any idea who it was?

Yeah, I knew.

You did not.

Girl, I'm being nice to you.

How long I can manage

is something else.

See, I have to get back home soon

in case Mr. Woody wake up in the dark

and don't know where he at.

Did you present

my demands to Woody?

Yeah, I presented your demands.

I'm trying to think what

Mr. Woody said.

I think he said, Oh, really?

Something like that.

Well, obviously the bomb

didn't go off.

If it would have,

it would have been on the news.

We have to trust each other.

You and I have had some good times

over the years, haven't we?

- Remember when we...

- Girl, I don't have to tell you.

That wasn't the last time I've had

any p*ssy, understand?

I've had some since then.

Now, you the one that called me.

Let me tell you what I feel about this,

the kind of vibes I get.

The person that sends bombs,

they into heavy sh*t.

What I see you doing,

you thinking how you can use me

being on the inside,

you not thinking to favor me none

unless it helps you.

We both make out.

I'm gonna tell you something.

There's a dude,

knows what you're doing.

Who is he?

Name's Mankowski.

I know him, he's a cop.

Used to be.

They suspended his ass,

threw him out.

But he keeps coming around,

know what I'm saying?

Comes by with his hand out.

The man's looking to score.

That's only the one problem.

I see another one.

Do you freaky deak?

Girl, you crazy.

MAN:
Girl this little thrill

Just might get us killed

Feel the desire

Gonna set this house

on fire

Take a trip worth your while

A carpet ride

Girl you've got so much soul...

- What's the other problem?

- I see too many people.

Like my partner?

What I'm telling you,

I don't see cutting it three ways,

we don't need to.

That's what you're worried about?

Fine.

You get half of a two-way split.

Yeah, and how you expect the man

to pay you, cash?

That's one way.

You dumb as sh*t.

We could actually

get paid by check?

There's a way.

He could stop payment.

I said there's a way to do it.

Yeah?

But I get a million, you get less.

Whatever you want.

Right on, baby.

Freak me

Deak me

All night long...

Monday morning,

as soon as the bank opens,

Woody calls a trust department

and transfers 1.7 million

to the commercial account.

Oh, we just hold a gun up to his head,

is that it?

That's crazy.

He can just cancel the check

right after.

Not if he's dead, he can't.

I suppose if you decide

to cut Donnell out,

we just place a nice explosive

and the two of them get buried under

a pile of rubble, is that right?

Now there's an idea.

But the cops are gonna know that

he signed a check over to us.

One of our names

is gonna be on it.

The check is

going to be made out to...

You ready?

Nicole Robinette.

Woody doesn't know it yet,

but he's buying motion picture rights

to both of my novels.

Evander, how are you?

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Robin, it's Skip.

Robin, what's the matter?

- Who is this?

- I just told you, it's Skip.

(BUSY SIGNAL)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Hi, it's Chris Mankowski.

You just called, didn't you?

And you hung up on me.

I tried to call you back, but you must

have been talking to Skip.

- Who?

- Skip.

You know, the guy you went down

with for blowing up the car?

Hang up and call Donnell this time.

If he hasn't already told you

about me, ask him.

Mankowski.

Well, if you are going to be

downtown later,

I'll meet you at the Heart Plaza Bar.

(PHONE RINGING)

- Hello?

ROBIN:
- I need a favor.

Okay.

I need to send that nosy cop

on a little vacation.

Yeah, I understand.

Yeah, I'll do it, but right now,

I'm doing something else.

Wake up, Mr. Woody!

I finished typing your...

your new will.

Sign it and then

we go for a swim.

I, Woodrow Ricks,

being of sound mind and body,

wish to leave at least $5 million to

my best friend Donnell Lewis

if and when I ever die.

Lord have mercy.

Lord have mercy.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes?

It's Juicy.

Juicy Miles, tell me what

you been doing.

I'm in a bad mood.

Motherfuckers in homicide

had me sitting in a closet

asking the same sh*t over and over.

I got a man for you need

to be vamped on.

What you charge to break his legs,

put him in the hospital about a month?

No, I'm tired.

It'd take you two minutes from the time

he steps out of his Caddy,

Polack named Mankowski,

not near as bad as you.

Mankowski.

Sh*t, I know that name.

- That man's a cop.

- Huh.

That man messed up

with Mr. Woody.

Got his ass suspended.

Ain't got a badge

or a gun no more.

They took his gun, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, that's the motherf***er

let Booker blow his self-up.

I thought that was

you and Mozelle did that.

It wasn't them, you understand?

He was there...

he let my man blow his self-up.

Yeah, I'll bust his legs good.

Uh, just the one.

I'll get you a deal

for the same price.

I'll put his ass away.

Juicy, how much

for just the one leg?

Hey.

Let me get a cold one.

Damn.

So... Where's Robin?

We ever met, you and I?

Nope.

First time.

Well, I gotta ask.

How did you make me?

Well, Skip, I know you're not

a cardiologist.

Right?

- Maybe it's the ponytail.

- Damn.

Maybe you just look dirty.

Where's Robin?

Right about now, she...

She's across the street in that parking lot

just sitting there in her red Bug.

JUICY:
Hey.

Sergeant Mankowski.

Wanna see why they call me

Juicy Mouth?

Do I have to?

Okay.

Put it back.

This the motherf***er let Booker

blow his self up.

And you're the motherf***er that was

supposed to be guarding his body.

That ain't nice talk...

Make it easy on you.

Don't fuss, stick your leg out,

put your foot on the bumper of that car,

we be done and gone.

You wanna break my leg?

Listen, I told a person I'd do more,

but he said nah.

Don't put him away,

just put him in the hospital a while.

What person are we talking about?

Can't tell you that, man.

Kind of like how a lawyer won't tell you

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