I'm Gonna Git You Sucka Page #3

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- I'm a long way from that.

- Yeah, and look what happened.

- The people need you.

- The people need me ?

It was the people, man,

that made me retire.

The people said

I was too violent,

a bad image for the kids.

So f*** the people.

The people...

Look, I'm retired now,

okay ?

And I kind of enjoy

the feeling of staying alive.

Okay, brother ?

I was one of those kids

that looked up to you, man.

I believed in you.

I wanted to be like you.

You were the best.

Hello !

Hello ?

Is anybody here ?

Yes, my brother.

How may I help you ?

Yeah, are you Kalinga, leader of

the people's revolutionary army ?

- Are you C.I.A. ?

- No.

- I am Kalinga.

- I need to talk to you.

Have a seat.

Would you care for

something to eat ?

A bean pie perhaps ?

No, uh, I'm not hungry.

Something to drink ?

Please sit down.

Herb tea ? A soda ?

Okay, soda's fine.

Articulate your needs.

I'm here to listen.

How may I help you ?

Well, first of all...

It's an acquired taste.

Now... How may I help you,

my brother ?

Look, I'm here because

I can't stand what's happening

in this community.

- Yes !

- And somebody has to

make a change.

- Yes !

- Brother, will you help me ?

Yes ! Well...

I wish I could.

Damn it, man. I heard

the people's revolutionary army

was once a thousand strong.

- Now, what happened ?

- They got government jobs.

What ?

You know that government office

building on 25th street ?

- Yeah ?

- We went down to take it over.

But they were hiring that day.

The brothers

walked in with guns...

and came out with jobs.

The brothers

weren't mad anymore.

Yes.

Whitey...

Is something else.

Damn.

My great nubian warrior,

dinner's ready.

We have a guest.

Meet my Ofay Wench.

Uh, nice to meet you.

Would you like

to stay for dinner ?

She makes the best bean dishes

in all the world.

Daddy !

Daddy, can we watch TV ?

Daddy, oh, brave black king,

I finished my homework.

Can we watch TV ?

Let me hear... Your report.

Okay. "Abraham Lincoln was

born in a log cabin in Illinois.

"This poor white trash

went on to become...

"the president

of the United States.

- Yes ?

- "Once in office, this white

capitalist swine...

- Swine !

- "Manipulated the freedom

of the black man...

"for his own

political career,

- Preach, brother !

- "till another piece

of poor white trash...

Shot him in the head.

The end."

- Whoo !

- [ "Brady Bunch" Theme ]

Thank you, Jesus.

Whitey,

I am very pleased.

Yes, you and your lovely sister,

You may go and watch TV.

Go and enjoy.

Are you sure, my brother,

You will not join us ?

- No.

- Oh, bean ice cream.

Thanks, I'm regular.

Look, I gotta be going, man.

Thanks.

Struggle !

Power to the people !

If my heart should break

I'll bring it to you

With a wave, you'll

make it just like new

Hi, soldier boy.

How you doing ?

What can I get for you ?

Just a soda.

I came to pick you up.

You gettin' off soon ?

I was just waiting for ma

to come and take me home.

She's probably had a long day.

Call and tell her I'm here.

Okay. I'll be back in a minute.

You Jack Spade ?

Yeah, I'm Jack... Spade.

We hear you been asking

a lot of questions

around town about Mr. Big.

Mr. Big don't like it.

- Jack.

- Come here, Cheryl.

Don't you worry about a thing.

I can handle this.

Only thing you're gonna

be able to handle, soldier boy,

is a wheelchair.

- Jack, no !

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Hold it right there.

Ain't nobody layin' a finger

on my baby.

Ma !

How did you do that ?

Mm-hmm.

You know, ma, you really didn't

have to do that.

That was my fight.

That's all right, sugar.

Mama don't want her baby

fightin' that street trash.

Come on, let's go home.

Put your jacket on, Jack.

Put the jacket on.

Put your jacket on.

It's cold outside.

Come on. Move.

Look, ma,

I'm not a boy anymore.

I'm a man.

My whole life,

every time I get in a fight,

here you come.

I don't need you

to fight for me no more.

All right,

Mr. Tough Guy.

I remember when you

wasn't so tough.

I remember when you was always

calling for your mama !

Like the time when

that Lois Mitchell girl

was kicking your ass...

Up and down, up and down

the schoolyard !

All I could hear was,

"Mama ! Mama !"

Oh, yeah, and the time

when that Evans family,

those little midgets,

Was chasing you home

'cause you didn't want to

give them your lunch money.

I could hear your punk ass

calling me a half a mile away.

"Mama, help me !

Mama, help me !"

Now you don't need me

no more, huh ?

Fine.

You don't never

have to worry about me

fighting for you no more.

- Good.

- Now what you gonna do ?

Finish the fight Big started.

- Don't be no fool.

They'll kill you, Jack !

- Maybe.

Jack !

Slade.

How you doin', Bell ?

Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

I need you. I really need you.

I've been pretty horny

myself lately.

That's a gun.

Jack, what are you doing

with a gun ?

I'm in the army,

remember ?

- Mama's right.

They're gonna kill you.

- Mr. Big is gonna pay.

And if I see

those little Evans midgets,

they ass is mine !

I'm... it's payback.

And Lois Mitchell.

You know, she snuck me.

She snuck me.

In fifth grade...

I was eating my jell-o

when you hit me, baby.

They were just kids !

A family full of midgets

is not considered kids.

That's a gang !

Jack, wait a minute.

Getting yourself killed

is not gonna prove anything.

Proves I can beat a woman

and some midgets.

He's gonna get himself killed.

How ya doing, Jack ?

Slade, please.

Please stop him.

He's all I got left.

Don't worry, Bell.

I'll take care of him.

Jack.

Jack, where the hell

do you think you're going ?

To war.

You mean to get killed.

Look, I came to you for help.

You don't want to help me, cool.

But don't try to stop me

from doin' what I gotta do,

okay ?

You go out there alone,

they gonna shoot your ass off.

- I'm a soldier, man.

I've been trained for combat.

Oh, my god !

Heads up !

Be cool !

They shootin' !

They shootin' !

Somebody shootin' !

Get down !

Get your ass down, boy !

I thought you were

trained for combat.

Yeah. Yeah, I was,

but I ain't never been in it.

What are these

fancy medals for ?

Well, this one is shorthand.

And this one here's M.P.V.

- And, uh, this is surfin'.

- Never mind. Never mind.

- You got your weapon ?

- Yeah.

Give it to me.

Give me a clip.

Hurry up, Jack.

- Ma'am, how is he ?

- He's dead.

Can't you hear the music ?

Ma'am ?

- I waited 12 years for this.

- Let me see.

Not bad.

At least he wasn't cheap.

I'm sure he won't mind.

Jack, go now !

Go that way.

I'll go this way.

Cover the door.

They're comin' up.

- Where are you goin' ?

- Comin' around the corner.

Cover the door.

They're comin' out !

Here, take it !

Cover me ! Cover me !

Don't do this, man !

Who is it ?

Come on, come on.

Against the wall, punk.

Hold it !

It's over, it's over.

Now, who are you guys

and why are you trying

to kill us ?

What, you think

it's that easy ?

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