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Freaky Deaky Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 2012
- 90 min
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is how much you want.
How much I want for what?
Clean the pool.
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?
- Oh, come on.
- I'm not kidding.
I said, let's just settle this
and I'll leave.
There's no way in
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.
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.
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.
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 thrillJust 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
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,
Wake up, Mr. Woody!
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
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.
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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