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Check.

Check.

Check. Mate in six.

Want to suffer through it?

That's the first time

you ever checked me.

Want to come to my place

to celebrate?

I ain't supposed

to be seeing you.

You seeing me now,

ain't you?

I'm playing chess.

Welcome to the Taj Mahal.

You want a beer?

- Uh-uh.

- Well, that's all there is to drink.

It's warm too.

Tastes like a tub of piss

somebody farted in.

What side you playin'?

White, black, black, both.

You're losing the last two.

Well, this first game here,

I'm playing Teddy Kolevski.

That's Frank Evans.

That's Walter Shipman.

Last game here,

I'm playin' myself.

You're losin' to yourself.

Yeah, life's a b*tch like that.

I've kept a game going with myself

for the last 20 years.

Not a day goes by I don't

make at least one move.

Not a day.

You're losing

to homeboy Shipman too.

Well, he's a U.S. Grand Master.

That's right.

He don't go to the park.

But he comes here

to play me.

- He's winning.

- Yeah, yeah, I know he's winning.

But let me

tell you something.

Put the clock on him,

put the show on speed...

I chew his ass right up.

See that picture there?

That's Pal Benko.

That there's Bruce Pandolfini.

That's Mikael Botvinnik.

And that's Paul Keres.

Played all them boys.

Sometimes I won.

Mostly I lost.

But you put

the show on speed...

I chew all they asses up.

All them Grand Masters

and them Europeans...

with they government subsidies

and whatnot to sit on they asses

and play all day...

they ain't livin'in the world.

Put the clock on 'em,

put the heat on they backs,

they break down.

Put 'em in the park fishin' for dollars,

and they break.

That's Bobby Fisher.

Some say hes the greatest

player to ever play the game.

I never played him.

All them patzers

sittin' around the park...

waitin' for him

to go back there like Jesus.

Me, I don't give a sh*t.

Put the clock

on that motherf***er...

I'll chew his ass up

just like the rest of'em.

Chew it right up.

- That's some old cake, boy.

- It's all right.

I'm talkin' two,

maybe three weeks here.

Um, I seen Nichole

the other day.

Well, that's natural,

ain't it?

Yeah, but she like--

She be like--

How's she lookin'?

She still lookin' good, right?

- I don't know. She my sister.

- I know she's your sister, boy.

I'm your father.

You got eyes, ain't ya?

She look all right.

When she was a child--

Damn!

She was so pretty when

she came in the room...

it was like the sun

was shining indoors.

People just stared at her

like she was a angel...

dropped straight down

out of heaven.

And me standin' there

like a fool...

couldn't hardly believe

it was me she came out of.

Aunt Francis say

she look more like Mom.

Well, cheers to Aunt Francis.

All them n*ggers

be on her all the time--

Don't be talkin' that trash.

I don't wanna hear...

that goddamn word

out of your mouth!

I'm gonna say what I want.

You can't tell me nothin'.

I ain't even seeing you.

Bet your bet. Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.

Right here, 200.

Come on. Let's go.

Bet on the mutt.

Now check out that dope dog,

that bad motherf***er!

Y'all be puttin' stupid dollars

on this bad motherf***er!

Ah, you're stupid, man!

You ain't gonna get sh*t.

Let's get this sh*t over, man.

They gots no brain, man.

Oh, man!

My man Jake.

What's up, Jake?

What's the bet, man?

Yo, I want you to give me

a two spot on Ricardo's mutt.

- There it is.

- Your contribution's always

kept Fat Freddie buffed.

Yo, Chuckie, man,

Roscoe ain't doin' sh*t.

Look at him.

Yo, I been training him, n*gger.

He bad.

No, he scared, man.

Look at him.

Yo, I got $20 down, n*gger.

Been saving that sh*t for a month.

Get five to one.

Roscoe take him out,

I be taking $1 00.

You ain't takin' nothing, man.

Look at him.

Conejo, Conejo, Conejo.

Now, you got that sorry lump

of dog food ready or what?

Let's go.

Ohhh!

Yeah, we did it!

Did you see that?

Yeah!

Give it up. Let's go. Come on.

Give it up. Give it up.

Let's go. You all know who lost.

You all know who won.

We bad. We be back too,

motherfuckers.

Bring on all them

punk b*tches of y'all.

We be f***ing

they punk ass up.

Forget it, Chuckie.

Roscoe ain't fighting no more.

You're bugging out, homes.

I'm getting paid.

He took that b*tch out.

I got somethin' better, man.

Yeah? Like what?

Like gettin' stupid paid,

gettin' paid real dollars.

I don't want nobody

be touching this board.

You don't own this house.

You ain't hardly ever here,

so don't tell us what to do.

Yeah, whatever. Just don't

nobody better touch this board.

Man, you takin' all day.

Yo, why you rushin' me, man?

I ain't in no rush.

- Be chill now, all right?

-Just coolin', homes.

Maxin' and coolin'.

He's back there.

Just be quiet.

You brung her back to me.

Go and wait for me

in the other room.

- Yo, why you gotta stand

like that, man?

- Shut up!

You look stupid, man.

Yo, that's messed up

with your sister out there--

Yo, don't even say it,

all right?

Owe you one,

little homie.

S'alright.

- Who's this?

- That's my homeboy, Chuckie...

the one I been

tellin' you about.

I got some very important sh*t

for my man Fresh to do.

Why should I

take you on too?

I got the dope moves.

- You got what?

- I got stupid juice.

I bust the stupid move.

Chuckie, huh?

It was nice

meeting you, Chuck.

Now why don't you go wait

in the kitchen?

You want something to drink?

Ask Salvadore for a Coke

or something, okay?

Yo, he's all right.

He just be gettin' like that

sometimes. He's all right.

- I want you to do it alone.

- I know it, but I like someone there.

- Watch my back.

You know what I'm sayin'?

- This is a big run.

You better be sure

of your company.

You know,

I'm giving you this...

because no one will be looking

for something so big

on somebody so small.

But I am also doing it

on account of youre

going to be my main man.

That's right.

Someday soon,

you are going to be it.

Serious, homes, he be like,

"Who that bad little n*gger, Fresh?

- Where you find him at?"

- Yo, why he be sending me

out the room like that?

Damn, man, the n*gger be mad

at me. He say he dont want to

be dissin' me in front of you.

Man, you be gettin' me

in trouble. He be like, "Why

didnt you bring him sooner?"

Damn right. Always tellin' you

to take me down, but you be

like, nah, I be actin' stupid.

Man, you the stupid one.

I be bustin' the dope moves.

Word, homes,

I be knowin' that sh*t now.

You bust it out.

I'm kickin' it live, homie.

Kickin' estupido moves.

Bustin' it out.

Hey. What areyou

doin' in here?

I gotta see Hector.

Yeah, I'm Hector.

What the f*** do you want?

You ain't Hector.

Hector's in that office back there.

I got an appointment with Hector,

not your big gorilla monkey ass.

- Mm-mm. No way I'm gonna

lay that much base on you.

-All right...

but I gotta tell Corky now,

and he gonna be pissed too.

You just a baby runner, Fresh.

I ain't done business with Corky

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