Half Past Dead 2 Page #2

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You wear this mark, I guarantee

you won't be a casualty.

Come on.

Move it.

I say we get the brothers together,

man, and make this happen.

-Get up in the line now.

-Get out of my way.

It's just a matter of time before sh*t

hits the fan with Cortez and his gang.

Be cool, baby, we'll get him.

These motherfuckers.

What are we waiting on?

-We will. We will.

-Come on, when?

When the f*** I say so.

You think you could run this sh*t

better than me, huh?

Look. What I'm saying is...

...Cortez is bringing in more guards

and more money...

...while you sit around

waiting on God to give you...

-...a motherfucking message.

-Let me ask you--

What the f*** was that?

You were in my way.

You know something, Burke?

It's about time you f***ing learn

how things operate around here.

And you're gonna show me?

Yeah. Go ahead.

I'll let you take the first swing.

F*** up some of that good behavior

you got going.

-Another time, Angel.

-Don't you walk away from me, Burke.

Don't you f***ing walk away

from me, Burke!

One day. You be ready, Burke.

One day.

Dirt nap.

Come on.

We have a deal, right?

Right?

We got the deal.

Okay.

So you Burke, huh?

Ain't that your name?

You know, I heard that you don't

deal with none of the gangs and....

You don't fool with none of that, huh?

Angel's scared of you.

Cortez is afraid of you.

They afraid of me too, you know.

You know, I don't play too much, man.

You a loner, huh?

I'm a loner too,

you know what I'm saying.

Ain't too much I do, you know.

I don't really, you know, get involved--

Shut up and keep it that way.

-I'm only trying to make it a little easier.

-Don't.

So what you in for anyway, man?

What, you killed somebody?

What, you robbed a bank

or something?

I was thinking about doing

something like that myself, man.

-You could tell me. l'm your boy, man.

-Shut up, will you?

Damn.

Whatever. Sh*t.

You know, if you don't wanna talk

all you gotta do is just say it.

I'm just trying to communicate

with you, you know.

I don't wanna talk.

That's cool.

Here, sit at number three.

You're not gonna see Dad?

Honey, I have nothing to say

to your dad.

Fine.

It's your time.

Gotta go see my woman, man.

Gonna go do it big.

I'm gonna talk to you later, huh?

Good conversation.

Don't you listen in on my conversation.

Be cool.

Rise, Rise, Rise.

You just had to go and get

your little butt sent to Missouri.

-That's a good thing, ain't it?

-A good thing?

It's harder knowing that you're so close

and I still can't see you.

I know, I know, babe, but look--

And then it's two more weeks

before I can see your sorry ass again.

-I just can't do it, Bernard.

-What's with all this ''Bernard'' sh*t?

I told you,

don't you call me Bernard here.

My name's Twitch. Twitch.

Don't you forget that, woman.

Don't you ''woman'' me, Bernard.

I put up with enough from you, okay?

I looked the other way

when you had that fat-ass girlfriend.

What was you doing with her anyway?

All she was gonna do was give you

some fat-ass children.

That wasn't fat, that was muscle.

Look, I know, baby, a lot of times

it seems like I take you for granted--

Oh, you take me for granted

all the time.

I ain't that bad.

I got you the ring, didn't I?

This sh*t probably ain't even real.

I don't know when you plan

on having the wedding...

...but I am calling it off.

Yes, I'm calling it off, okay?

Your momma gonna be so upset.

Wait, wait, hold on, hold on, baby.

Hold on, now.

I know I make a lot of promises.

Yeah. You make a lot of promises,

like you gonna marry me...

...like you love me,

like you gonna get parole.

-But--

-You never deliver on the promises.

Ever. How am I supposed to trust you?

First of all, I am getting parole, Cherise.

-When?

-Soon.

Hello, Amy.

Hey, Ellie.

You look great.

You changed your hair, didn't you?

-I like it.

-Thanks.

-How's school, baby?

-It's summer.

Oh, sorry.

-No, this is it, Bernard. I'm leaving.

-Wait, wait, hold on.

All right, now.

I gotta tell you something.

I am getting out, okay?

-I just--

-Forget you, Bernard.

Just listen to me, okay?

Damn.

What I'm talking about

has to do with our future.

Okay. All right. You know,

this better be real good.

It is good. Now, I got a plan.

-A plan?

-Yeah, a plan.

It's gonna get us rich.

What the hell are you thinking?

You gonna get rich in here?

You sound like some kind of fool.

Who are you talking to?

Now, just listen to me.

Me getting transferred here

was a part of the plan.

-What you mean?

-I mean...

...I got transferred here

on purpose.

Now I know you's a fool.

Man, listen. I got about a month

to get up out this joint, okay?

-You mean, escape?

-Just keep it down!

I am not having no fugitive husband.

And I for sure ain't having

no fugitive baby daddy.

Now, what I'm about to do

is gonna set us up for life.

-Really? Man, are you serious?

-Trust me.

And then I'll get you

anything you want.

All I want is for you to come home.

Well, listen to me, baby. I could set up

a little ''home sweet home'' right here.

Set up one of those little conjugal

visiting rooms, you know what I mean.

-Slide you something special.

-Really? You could make that happen?

You know I can. They don't call me

''The Alaskan Pipeline'' for nothing.

Oh, I mean, really, for real

we can really get a room, baby?

Yeah. Twitch will take care of it.

But I heard you have to arrange those

visits, like, weeks in advance, Bernard.

And plus I think you gotta be married.

Didn't I say Twitch will take care of it?

-Really?

-Now give it to me, give it here.

Oh, chubblies.

-Don't look at me.

-Let's go, time's up.

Sh*t. One month.

Mind your business.

I'm gonna be leaving.

-What do you mean?

-Me and Mom are moving to Dallas.

Dallas?

So I don't know when I'll be able

to visit you again.

This is your mother's idea, isn't it?

Please don't be mad at her, okay?

I'm gonna start college next year...

...so I probably won't have the chance

to visit you.

You know, I'd like to spend more time

with you, but you're stuck in here, Dad.

And I know it wasn't your fault,

but it happened.

Look at me, Ellie.

Just tell me you know

how much I love you, baby.

What you gonna do with that?

Angel about to bless you.

But I ain't sneezed.

-Man up, little nigga.

-Oh, hell, no.

Get off me, man.

Wait, hold on. Wait. Wait.

F***!

Damn it.

Get off me. God.

Cherise is waiting for me.

Honeymoon suite be ready

in about 1 0 minutes.

My sugar pot's ready

for some honey loving.

Me too, baby. He won't be able

to walk after I'm done with him.

Nope. He won't be able to walk,

my baby.

You wink at me, b*tch?

What's up, big papa?

All right. Let's go.

Come on, Burke.

You're on cafeteria duty.

Open them up.

Is Cherise down there, man?

-What's going on, Lewis?

-Detector's not functioning.

Are you for real?

Come on, man, I ain't got no metal on,

I ain't got no handcuffs.

-Come on. Cherise is down there.

-You wanna be strip-searched instead?

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