Gun Page #3

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- Yeah.

- I love that kind of sh*t, you know.

It's tough out there, man.

Yeah, I know it's tough out there.

It's like the Reagan era all over again.

People starving, man.

People hungry out there.

- But we got to survive, right?

- Mmm-hmm.

You got to do what you got to do.

Yeah. You know, if that offer stands...

Yo.

All right. Okay, I got it.

Yo, come on.

Let's roll.

- Yeah.

- Go get the car.

Go to the car, man.

Listen, there's only one word,

and that's mine.

- You understand?

- Yeah.

Welcome to the team.

Sh*t changed over the last 10 years, man.

That money over there on the East Side

started flooding over here

about five, six years ago.

- And with that came a little bit of crime.

- What's the angle?

- This is the angle.

- What the f*** is that?

That sh*t crazy, right?

So me and my boys, we linked up

with some pawnshop owners a while back.

These motherfuckers losing money.

Niggas coming in there

selling hot pieces on the cheap and sh*t.

They're required to do a quick check

on the serial numbers.

Problem is

most of the guns ain't reported stolen yet.

When they get flagged,

the guns get confiscated. Or worse.

They sell 'em, they've been

used in a shooting, and bam!

Just like that, they're out of business.

- Is that where this came from?

- And several like it.

Kick like a motherf***er, man.

The muzzle velocity on one of these

would take out a grizzly bear.

That's why I keep a couple in supply.

Anyway, when they come across

this kind of sh*t, man,

they buy 'em on the cheap,

sell 'em to us for a small profit.

We turn around and mark 'em up 30, 40%.

In through the front,

out through the back.

Clean 'em and ship 'em.

What's up?

He rollin' with us now.

There's no way

you should be showing him this sh*t.

Relax, man.

All right.

Are you gonna set up

in the middle of the city?

Temporary storage facility.

We're constantly moving this sh*t around.

Check it out.

This didn't come

from a f***ing pawnshop, man.

It's military.

You got a military connection?

What do you think pays for the lifestyle?

I told you it was just the beginning

of the hustle, man.

The real sh*t is right here

at our fingertips.

It's a big connection.

Well, don't worry

about how big the connection is.

The guns are here. The buyers

are out there just waiting for us.

Look under your seat.

Cool.

It's showtime.

Who are these dudes?

Some Mexican cats out of Chi-Town, man.

First time I'm doing business with 'em.

I met this cat Frankie Makina briefly

about a week ago.

Connected to him through some niggas

I knew from Cabrini-Green Projects.

I used to move some coke with 'em

back in the day.

But, you know,

I don't give a f*** if they're my cousins.

I ain't sleepin' on nobody.

Yo, you know I don't know this nigga,

so be on point.

You know I live for this sh*t.

I wish the motherf***er would act up

in this motherfuckin' cold.

That revolver's old school, man.

This is power right here.

Some motherfuckers take four or five

of them 9 millimeter bullets, don't go down.

One of these,

I knock a motherf***er off his feet.

Where these motherfuckers at, man?

There you go.

You're late, man.

- I got caught up.

- Yeah, I bet you did.

You got the money?

Well, who the f*** are these guys?

Don't worry about them.

You're doing business with me.

Yeah, well,

you were supposed to come alone.

Well, you ain't alone.

You don't see me shitting a brick about it.

- Hey, I don't like changes.

- Look, we gonna do this sh*t or what?

- Cuantos tienes?

- Enough.

If you need more,

I'll get it in about a week.

- Let me see 'em.

- Clinton, get this man a machine gun.

Hey, hey. I said you let me see 'em.

I don't know this perro.

I know him.

Man, get this man his sh*t.

It's good sh*t.

We're running out of night, man.

We got a deal or what?

What the f***

do you want to talk about, man?

Hey! I said, "Calmate. "

Gun!

Bring the f***ing car around!

Motherf***er tried to sneak me.

Is he crazy?

I told you, we can't trust nobody

out this motherf***er.

It's a good thing I brought you, bro.

You see me hit that nigga?

That's what the f*** I'm talkin' about, man.

This sh*t right here is the sh*t!

Sent that motherf***er to see God!

Oh, sh*t, man!

Way to have my motherfucking back, man.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. All in a day's work, baby.

We got the guns. We got the money.

- That's right. That's your cut.

- Yeah, yeah.

That's your cut. You did good out there.

I'm gonna give you Dante's cut.

Motherf***er should've seen that coming.

He don't deserve to get paid.

Man, give me my f***ing money!

You think I'm...

Shut the f*** up.

Go ahead, say something...

So I can blow your f***ing head off in here.

Go ahead, give me a reason.

You're right.

It'd be my pleasure

for you to have my take.

I'm glad you agree.

So we ain't got to clean your ass up

off the floor in here.

Y'all get out there and y'all make sure

y'all get seen, all right?

You, I want you to go out to Plainfield.

I'm gonna drop you off.

Go in the bar, grab a drink.

Get on the surveillance camera.

Make sure you take a cab back down,

all right?

Hey, babe, is that you?

Hey, this is Lisa.

I was starting to worry about you.

How'd it go tonight?

How many bodies do we have?

Three bodies.

Yeah, he's done. He's more than done.

- Black, no sugar.

- Thank you, brother.

So, it looks like neighbors reported hearing

a series of gun shots around 12:30 am.

There's also a description

of a black Chevy van...

leaving the vicinity around that same time.

- We get ID's on the vics?

- Mmm-hmm.

We got a confirmation on Frankie Morales,

aka Frankie Makina, here.

The others are still partials.

- Frankie Makina.

- You know this guy?

I busted him a long time ago.

He was a small-time Chicago hustler.

He did a piece down at Jackson for drugs.

Last I heard, he was working

for a guy named Prosper.

You know, in the projects on 44th Street?

Gateway between Detroit and Chicago.

Well, ballistics just started their canvass.

They pulled a couple of

spent 9 millimeter shell casings, but...

whatever hit this boy,

whatever hit this boy was big.

Looks like something exotic.

That's our guy, Jenkins.

Hey, Tyler, Rivera!

I want statements from everyone

within a four-block radius of this place.

And I want you to get me

the surveillance tapes...

from every security camera

on all these buildings.

Most of them are probably blanked out,

but, maybe we'll get lucky

and get a hit on one of these guys.

All right, hop to it.

Frankie loved his shoes, huh?

Check this out. All right,

I'm gonna break it down real quick.

When we 13 years old,

we all meet up at this group home, right?

And the group home is crazy.

I mean, everybody's worrying about

who's gonna watch what on the TV, when,

it's crazy.

So we get a regiment. We get a regiment.

We decide exactly who gets what night.

Now, Rich, he gets Friday night.

His show happens to be The Golden Girls.

- He tells this story all the time.

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