Imperial Dreams Page #4

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Now, sit your ass down.

Come on.

[Day's mom] All this sh*t

is getting on my goddamn nerves.

[Bambi] What?

Being in here.

Yeah.

There's not sh*t to do.

What happened to his arm?

Oh, he got into some next type of sh*t.

What do you mean? You ain't watching him?

What you been doing?

It's just a cut. He's good.

You f***ing them ratchet b*tches?

- What the f*** is wrong with you?

- What the f*** is wrong with me?

- What's wrong with you?

- Are you OK?

- Why are you changing the subject?

- I didn't come here to fight, OK?

All right.

You see that kiddie pool?

- She saw the pool.

- [Day] Yeah?

[giggles]

They're releasing non-violent offenders

in a couple of months.

I ain't holding my breath.

I'm running out of options out here.

What's that mean?

Sometimes a nigga

just has to do some sh*t.

You know what I mean?

Let's go.

What's up, Cuz?

What's good with you?

Sh*t, chillin'.

Smokin' on this motherfuckin' weed, man.

What you got goin' on, nigga?

- What you got poppin'?

- Hm?

What you got poppin'? You up to something.

I ain't up to nothing.

Good to see your ass.

I ain't seen you in a minute.

Oh.

Let me hit that, man, real quick.

All the time.

[Fat Rat] The f*** is that?

Nigga, that's Gideon's gun, right?

So?

[scoffs] So?

Probably got a couple

of young bodies on it.

I ain't f***in' with you, nigga.

You loaded as a motherf***er.

All right, loved one. It's cool.

You should go in the back, nigga.

You trippin'.

You need to toss that motherf***er

in the river.

[men chattering]

[Shrimp] Thank you

for sending your brother over here.

He been sitting here

telling me how interested he is

in doing some driving for me.

Go to the bathroom.

Go wash your face and your hands.

OK.

I don't know why he's here, dog.

If you need somebody to drive,

it shouldn't be him.

This nigga ain't built

for this line of work.

- Chill out, man.

- Man, you out.

Both of y'all, shut the f*** up.

I run this.

- He's a civilian, man.

- He's a grown-ass man is what he is.

Go put on that suit. Come right back.

I appreciate you.

You think you hard? You ain't hard, Cuz.

[mutters]

Bambi. On some real sh*t.

You'd rather live in that car...

[scoffs]

than help me.

It's not that, man. I just...

I need a regular job.

[sighs]

Can you hook me up?

Now you think you can just come in here

and ask for favors any time you please?

You know what?

Homey, you hang around.

All right? Clean up the place.

And while you at it, clean yourself up.

OK? Here. You're looking homeless.

[scrubbing]

[door opening]

You went against my word, man.

Man, get the f*** out of my face, man.

[Bambi] Want some? Huh?!

[Fat Rat] Hold up! Watch out!

Watch out! What y'all doing?!

- You lucky I don't f*** you up!

- [Fat Rat] Chill!

Yeah, that's the real Bambi I know.

- You ain't know.

- It's my business.

Stay the f*** out of it.

I know you niggas better not be in here

breaking up my sh*t.

You're talking all that bullshit,

and this is what you teach him?

- [Wayne] It's cool, it's cool.

- Yeah.

That's cool.

We doing business, or what?

Hungry-ass nigga, huh?

Come on, let's go.

Tanya back there asleep.

When she wake up,

make sure she don't steal nothing.

It still hurt?

No.

All right.

I remember when you were born...

and your heartbeat had that murmur

just like mine.

Remember?

Damn it, Tanya.

You had your chance to be my mother.

I'm gonna always be your mama.

Need help with Day?

Seriously?

[rap music blares]

Hi to the haters, hi to the haters

I hop up in that six

Vroom, vroom, see you later

Try and catch me if you can

Catch me if you can

I be in that vroom, vroom

Try and catch me if you can

Sayin' hi to the haters...

See, nigga.

I brought him back in one piece.

- Go park your ass in there.

- OK.

[sighs]

[Wayne] Success.

[Shrimp] Yes.

[grunts] Oh, sh*t.

[woman giggles]

[Wayne] Shrimp, sorry to bother you.

I need you to front me a few grand

for school.

All right.

Do you know what?

You earned it. Ten bucks.

OK, do you know what?

If you wash it... I may eat it.

You've got to marinade

and wash that motherf***er.

Just lick a crumb.

No, man. That's not enough, man.

I can give you 15% interest yearly,

or even quarterly,

but I need you to... I need that money.

Fifteen percent.

This nigga think this sh*t a game,

huh, Rat?

- [snorts]

- Know what I'm saying?

[woman giggles]

All right.

All right, nigga.

You leave for Portland in an hour.

Fat Rat gonna tell you

what hotels to stay in.

All right? And you hide them pills

in that floorboard.

You ain't going nowhere.

Damn. You know what?

I'm trying to be lovable and, you know,

we trying to...

And, nigga, if you wanna get naked

and go outside and fight, we can do that.

Watch your mouth, man.

Wow.

- Go wait for me in the back.

- All right.

[Tanya] Hey, hey, hey.

- [laughs]

- Yo.

Hold up. Now, what the f*** do you want?

Well... ain't there some other

arrangements we can make for my boy here?

[Shrimp] How?

It's a party.

OK.

- You wanna do something?

- Yeah. I do.

- You wanna do something?

- Yeah.

All right. Hold up.

We're gonna do something.

Here you go. I got you.

[music plays]

Show me the goods first.

- Come on, man. Don't do...

- Shut the f*** up!

OK.

Stand your ass up

and show me them titties.

All right, I got you.

Let me see what my brother

bragged about all these years.

[Shrimp laughs]

What's the betting?

Here.

Tanya. Tanya, stop. Stop.

You know what? I run this.

Whoa! Man, what the f*** you got going on?

This way. Come on, Day.

Come on. Come with Nana. Come on.

- Right.

- [Shrimp] Oh, f***.

- [Fat Rat] Put that sh*t away!

- Shut the f*** up, nigga!

- It's like that?

- What you gonna do, Bambi? Huh?

- I've got you.

- That's G's sh*t.

Do it, nigga. Come on.

Y'all niggas put me back in this sh*t.

Y'all niggas put me back in this sh*t.

God damn.

- Pull the trigger!

- Wayne, come over here, man!

Get out of here, now!

Come on, nigga. You pulled it, use it.

Pull the trigger!

F***, man!

You all brought me back in this sh*t!

Wanna see me, nigga? Wanna see me?

Come on, let's finish it!

I've gotta go get my son.

Pull the motherfucking trigger!

Pull the trigger!

Pull the f***ing trigger!

[bottle shatters]

Yo, Bambi!

[grunts]

Where you going, man?

Tanya.

Daytone. Tanya.

[siren burst]

[Hernandez] Stop!

- I'm going to my girl's house.

- Put your hands on your head now!

- Right now.

- Get your hands up.

Why you running so hard?

Man, I don't know. It's dangerous not to.

Is that how you wanna play this?

Get on your knees.

- Now.

- Man.

[police radio chatter]

Y'all gonna arrest me?

Cos I didn't do anything, man.

[mutters] Where the f***

are you taking me?

[Hernandez] Recognize these guys?

I think they might recognize you.

- What's up, fellas?

- Hey, come on, man.

They look like they're ready

to party with you, man.

We know Gideon killed that kid.

Now, we know that you know

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