Gun Page #4

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- Cool.

You know what I mean?

It's love.

All of a sudden,

we got a new kid on the block.

He walks in.

He's a lot bigger than all of us.

Okay. Walks right up to the TV channel,

turns it.

Wow. I'm looking at Rich.

We all looking at Rich.

Rich don't do nothing.

He just nice and quietly gets up

and walks right out the room.

Two minutes later, he comes back with a

little dusty-ass little black-and-white TV.

I'm, like, "You gonna watch

the little black-and-white TV?"

- Yeah, a little 13-inch joint.

- Uh-huh. Mmm-mmm.

Blam! Like a motherfucking hat,

it's right over his head,

like a f***ing hat.

Yeah, right after that, though,

the nigga got to be knocked out.

Rich turn around and say,

"How you like that for Growing Pains?"

I can't even make fun of you, man.

Golden Girls became my little favorite show

after that.

- Really?

- You had me on point with it, too.

I'll be right back.

Cheers. Cheers to that.

Everything okay?

Who's the girl?

None of your f***ing business.

That's an important thing, ladies,

knowing how to mind your business.

I'm gonna pee.

That was a stupid move to make.

Lower your f***ing voice.

You forgot who you talking to?

You're bringing too much attention

to yourself.

They threw down on us.

You don't know what the f***

went on out there.

So don't worry about none of this sh*t.

We in the clear from last night.

You better be.

I went to bat for you, Richie.

You want to make it to the next level, you

have to keep your sh*t out of the papers.

Rich Taylor, 30 years old.

Only known residence is 1442 Griggs,

over in Easttown.

But he spends most of his time at the Plaza,

where he's reported

to have a suite almost every night.

According to his rap sheet,

he's got priors for burglary and assault,

but nothing that's ever resulted

in any hard time.

Taylor's been a mid-level distributor

of guns for the past five years,

but we've never been able to put him

and his weapons together at the same time.

Is this accurate?

Those are estimates

of the quantities we think he's moving.

Can we tie him back

to any of our crime scenes?

Not yet. But we stay on Taylor.

We stay on Taylor

and we can then hopefully connect the dots

between the supply line channel

and the buyer on the street.

And then the distribution,

the whole distribution network

is ours for the taking.

That's when we make our move.

Now, I need your guys

to be on the same page as mine.

That's the only way

we're gonna get this done.

Call us when you have something concrete.

Hey, just a minute, Peterson.

This guy is a low-level street thug at best.

So, until you bring me

some solid evidence...

that I can go get a Federal warrant with,

you are f***in' wasting my time.

F***in' work that I put in on that thing

and I'm wasting his f***ing time?

You said the motherfuckers were clean.

You said they wanted to establish

a long term contract.

You know, they say all a man's got

is his word and his balls.

And now you ain't got either.

You set us up to get jacked, motherf***er.

What'd you say?

What'd you say?

I think he said he wish he never met me.

You set us up to get jacked.

You see that?

This is what you don't wanna be in life.

A scumbag motherf***er,

who word ain't worth sh*t.

What you tryin'... What you tryin' to say?

Straight ruthless sh*t, man.

I like that. You motherfuckers could learn

something from this man right here.

Y'all clean this sh*t up.

Come on.

Let's get this motherf***er down.

F*** that,

you carne asada eatin' motherf***er.

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll... I'll use the Colt,

the Taurus or the Ruger

I'll pop some through ya

Dirty is what I'll do ya

I'll, I'll, I'll pull it

Your name's on a bullet

I'll get the jump on you

in front of my gun

Your ass is good as done

You gonna catch a bad break

Bullets, bullets, bullets

Break your bones

Bullets, bullets, bullets

Crack your domes

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll use the Colt,

the Taurus or the Ruger

I'll pop some through ya

Dirty is what I'll do ya

I'll, I'll, I'll pull it

Your name's on a bullet

I'll get the jump on you

in front of my gun

Your ass is good as done

You gonna catch a bad break

Bullets, bullets, bullets

Break your bones

Bullets, bullets, bullets

Crack your domes

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll use the Colt,

the Taurus or the Ruger

I'll pop some through ya

Dirty is what I'll do ya

I'll, I'll, I'll pull it

Your name's on a bullet

I'll get the jump on you

in front of my gun

Your ass is good as done

You're gonna catch a bad break

Bullets, bullets, bullets

Break your bones

Bullets, bullets, bullets

Crack your domes

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll use the Colt,

the Taurus or the Ruger

I'll pop some through ya

Dirty is what I'll do ya

I'll, I'll, I'll pull it

Your name's on a bullet

I'll get the jump on you

in front of my gun

Your ass is good as done

You're gonna catch a bad break

Bullets, bullets, bullets

Break your bones

Bullets, bullets, bullets

Crack your domes

I'll, I'll be the shooter

So, what's this all about?

I've been hearing some things about you

from our friends over at the department.

Like what?

They're ruffled up over the shootings

in the last couple weeks.

Clearly, information is being leaked.

You have to start watching

who you're dealing with more closely.

We've stuck our heads out

far too much on this.

Why you keep saying that?

I made this business.

I got your guns onto the street.

Without me, none of this exists.

Whatever it is you got your hands into,

just think twice where you're

setting up shop, that's all we ask.

- None of this can lead back to us.

- I know.

It's just business.

Goddamn business.

Just make it right,

and I swear to you, we'll open it up.

I promise.

Angel Hawkins,

is your wife Lisa Greener?

What the f*** do you want, man?

Angel, I'm afraid there's been

a real tragedy.

Your wife was working down at Lady Godiva.

You got the wrong girl.

My wife doesn't work at Lady Godiva.

Angel, she's been working there

since last August.

And there was a shooting last week, and...

she was hit.

Your wife bled to death.

I'm sorry.

Your release was contingent upon your

ability to provide credible information.

My word has been good.

I've kept up my end of the deal.

So how is it, after all this time

you've spent with this guy,

you've come up with nothing?

I'm trying to help you.

You do exactly as I say

or you will go straight back to prison.

It's as simple as that.

Now, I have got over a dozen dead bodies

I have to account for.

And I would give anybody

a 100:
1 odds...

that you know something

about what went down!

So, you'd better start talking real fast,

or I will bounce your ass straight back

to the cage, where it belongs!

We're running out of time, brother.

We need names, people, places,

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