Hard Luck Page #2

Look, I got all this sh*t for you.

You're gonna love it, man.

That's you, right there.

- I get to wear this?

- Yes, you get to wear this.

I don't know, man. I don't know.

No, man. That's your world.

This is my size.

- He likes it, he likes it.

- Yeah, baby.

She starts screwing around and

has no idea whose kid she's having.

Well, that's how she sees it.

- Don't get knocked up.

- Excuse me.

- Can you help me?

- Just saying, it's not fair to the kids.

Got it.

I'm going back in for the picnic table.

Hey, babe. Smile for the camera.

- You know how we do.

- Oh, yeah.

So you tell them about what we're

gonna do later on. All right?

I think they ready, sir.

Oh, yeah. They ready.

You see that today?

Oh, yeah, I saw that.

Hey, look, Mr. C.,

about those flyers and everything?

Ain't gotta worry about that.

I got that for free.

My man hooked me up

and everything...

Beautiful.

You'd think by now

that people would understand...

...that you reap what you sow.

Would you rather have your kids in

a dance group or a gang?

Dance group. Without question.

It seems the government's

more interested in building prisons...

...than investing in the kids.

This is gonna be our last show.

They've taken away our funding,

so we've gotta close the place down.

Yeah, I know.

But don't you let this unravel

all the good work you've done.

For this place, for these kids.

Most of all, for yourself.

You've turned your life around.

You stayed on the path.

I was really looking forward to this,

you know?

Really looking forward to it.

All right, Mr. C.

Good luck to you, young brother.

Hey, you know how we do.

We're in the trenches, baby.

In the trenches.

The b*tches in this piece.

Sir, you're here with

the Rosenbaum's party.

Right this way, sir.

Putting it down.

New Booty Room, to your right.

We got the Oom-Boom Room.

We've got lap dances for $25.

30, if you're a good tipper.

And on the stage right now...

...we got Carmen,

all the way from Cuba.

You gotta love Castro.

She swam over here for you,

ladies and gentlemen.

You know what?

We gotta pay for that education.

Go in your pockets.

No food stamps. No coin.

Just stuff that folds.

Carmen putting it down for you.

Right here in The Cadillac Lounge.

This is DJ Big Cat.

Yeah, go on, girl. Get triple-X with it.

Money to share.

Oh, sh*t. Yeah. What's up, dog?

Come on, you gotta admit it.

I'm as pretty as new money, right?

You look like Tony Montana on crack.

Yeah. Well, you would know.

- What's up?

- Happy birthday.

Thank you very much.

I appreciate it.

- I dressed you well. Look at you.

- Yeah, yeah.

Very nice. Very nice. Let's drink.

Oh, sh*t. You know what time it is?

It's time for some more Cristal

in this b*tch.

Happy birthday toast

to the birthday boy.

So, basically, what's your flavor?

You know, you like vanilla,

chocolate, mocha? Some swirl?

No plastic.

- No plastic.

- Oh, okay.

All right. Brothers like

some genuine junk in the trunk.

I know, I know.

Yo.

Carmen.

Don't you pretend

you don't know me. It's me.

You know, excuse me,

Benjamin Franklin?

You know, come on.

See, my associate over here...

...he ain't never been to Cuba.

Why don't you take him

all the way to C-U-B-A?

Everybody hold their positions.

- We move on my command.

- Roger that.

I'm in love with a stripper.

I'm in love with a stripper,

that's why I'm working here.

Oh, yeah.

That's him right there.

In the black suit.

Bonus.

You can hold my stick too.

You wish.

I thought she liked me.

I mean, baby got ass like

a Shetland pony. Right.

Lucky.

- I want you to meet the owner.

- Why?

Well, you know, he's just a friend.

You know, like that.

No, come on, yo. It's...

I mean, you know,

make me look good here, you know?

- It's my birthday. Come on.

- Make you look good?

- Yeah.

- Dude...

I got... I got a little deal here, okay?

You know, I figure with you here,

you know...

...everything goes right, you know?

Who's gonna mess with me?

Mess with you?

Why don't you take your boys?

Oh, come on, man. Be serious.

Listen, Lucky, okay?

I'm in deep here, you know?

So, come on, just,

I'm not telling nothing, okay?

Please, Lucky. Come on.

You know?

Who's getting you

back on your feet? Me.

Who trusted you when

no one would?

Me, okay? Now help me.

Okay, you don't gotta say nothing

or you don't gotta do nothing.

Just stand there.

Just be there with me.

Okay? Please.

Just this once, all right?

- What do you say?

- Oh, man.

Look who it is.

Now I believe in reincarnation.

Holy sh*t, I thought you were dead.

Yeah, well, so did I.

Come here, man.

- Keeping it together?

- I am, I am, I am.

Gentlemen, I believe we have

some business to transact.

Jesus. Fifteen years?

- Lucky, please stay.

- Yo, man.

Don't let me interrupt. Handle bu...

- Have a seat.

- I'm just...

Please. Join us.

You need something, baby?

As requested.

250 thousand dollars.

Each case.

Hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Lucky.

Lucky, Lucky, please stay.

- I'm just gonna take a piss, baby.

- No, no, no.

You're my guest. Please. We're gonna

have a little drink here, please.

Sit, sit, sit. Please.

You gotta teach your pet Jew boy

some manners.

Now, I showed you mine.

Four cases, 100 per crate.

The minivan's parked out back.

Beretta Cheetah.

Magazine capacity...

...thirteen, as requested.

- Let's get out of here, man.

- What?

Jenny, how about some champagne?

He's a rat.

Let's get out of here, man. Come on.

Yo. Sorry, homeboy.

You know how it is.

Gots to get paid.

Everybody hold until

we confirm the goods.

Roger.

- Yeah, the Berettas look good.

- The merchandise checks out.

Bravo. Bravo.

Successful business transaction.

Police! You're under arrest!

The guest of honor

should do the honors.

For old times' sake.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

No problem.

You never cease to amaze me.

Oh, I try not to, baby.

- Big baller.

- It's good to see you, my man.

Yeah, yeah.

- Back in the life.

- No, no, no. Not me.

- No?

- I'm just a hostess.

- There you go.

- Gino, why don't you go ahead?

Wrap up things outside.

Hey, hey!

- What the f*** you doing, man?

- What am I doing?

Oh, sh*t! Oh, my God!

He's got a f***ing wire! Oh, my God!

There comes a point in life

when you just gotta say, "F*** it."

You gotta play the hand

that life deals you...

...and let the chips fall

where they may.

Don't shoot!

Where's my f***ing money?

Who is that?

Whose f***ing red Mustang is that?

The Latin chick. Carmen.

She goes by the name Carmen.

Telling you now, you piece of sh*t,

I go down, you're going down with me.

Move out, let's go!

- What the f*** is going on?

- Get on the ground.

- What are you, f***ing crazy?

- Get down on the ground.

Hello? Who's there?

Who is it?

Get down. Get down.

Okay.

What are you, on crack?

- He's heading downtown.

- I'm right behind you.

Who is this f***ing guy?

You'll get us killed, motherf***er.

Pop this f***er.

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