King of New York Page #3

set the terms?

I'll go back, and I'll tell

Frank.

If you two see eye to eye,

we'll make a deal.

If not, everybody goes

their own way still friends.

What do you say?

That cocksucker

ain't got no friends.

And before I even think...

of sitting across

some table with him...

he got to know one thing...

I ain't no f***ing greaseball

named Arty Clay.

You got it.

And he pays for your cut.

Why don't you stick around?

I got "Frankenstein"

coming on next.

Stop f***ing with my lady.

You know what I'm saying?

I told him, stop f***ing

with my b*tch.

And when he started

crying like a b*tch...

he got f***ed like a b*tch.

You know what I'm saying?

We're gonna shoot the b*tch!

We'll just shoot the b*tch!

Hey, Joe. What you want?

Don't forget the hot sauce.

You want white meat, right?

- No dark meat!

- No problem.

Don't shoot me!

Can I help you?

Can you help me?

Yeah, you can start...

by giving me fifteen pieces

of chicken, motherf***er.

Mix it up. I want barbecue,

and I want crispy.

You getting this all down?

I want six pieces of corn...

and I want, uh... yeah,

give me eight spareribs...

and give me

twelve pieces of shrimp.

Some onion rings.

You want tartar sauce

or ketchup on those?

I want tartar sauce.

You got any potato salad?

No, we ain't got potato sal...

Get away from the games!

All right?

You ain't got no money.

Just get away from the games.

What the f***

is the matter with you...

talking to them like that?

They ain't got no money.

Is that it?

Yeah, that's it.

Make sure you get my food,

get it now...

and don't be drooling on it.

And I better not get

none of that cat.

I want chicken.

Here you are.

Y'all go play the games.

No offense, ma'am...

but you make sure

they get what they want.

Go ahead.

Y'all go play them games. Hear?

What's happening

with the food?

What's up? I ain't got

all day, you know.

That'll be 56.70, total.

Did I say I was finished?

I want something to drink.

Maybe I want some birch beer.

You got birch beer?

No, we don't have

no birch beer.

You don't even know

what that sh*t is.

You got any root beer?

We ain't got no root beer,

either.

- How much is this?

- 56.90

56.90? F*** you very much.

Hey, scumbag, guess what?

You're under f***ing arrest.

Yeah, motherf***er?

How about that?

Police!

It's all over, Jimmy.

You're under arrest

for the murder of Miguel Mata...

Salvador Tito,

and Rafael Santodomingo.

You have the right

to remain silent.

Shut the f*** up.

What's this?

Did you use this on Mata?

Yeah, same one

I'm gonna use on you, punk.

Laugh now, motherf***er,

but for the rest of your life...

you gonna be somebody's b*tch.

Some motherf***er named Bubba.

But you're

a motherfucking bro!

Don't you slap me,

motherf***er.

I'm gonna slap

the black off you.

Take the cuffs off,

you motherf***er!

I'm gonna finish

his ass off!

This is the happiest day

of my life. You know why?

'Cause we got a real,

live, talking witness.

I don't leave no witnesses!

Oh, yeah, motherf***er?

Well, you must be getting old.

I'll teach you

to f*** with my friend.

I'm gonna f*** you up!

Without private assistance...

everything we've seen

will close down.

I can't stress enough how much

your help could mean...

to the thousands of families...

that depend on us

for medical care.

Please, just look around.

Look, Larry...

the most anybody's

gonna give you for your stuff...

is thirty grand a key.

That's about

three million dollars...

on a bulk sale.

So whoever buys it's

gonna turn around...

cut it, bag it,

and sell it on the street...

for a hundred twenty,

a hundred fifty a gram.

That's a hundred fifty thousand

dollars a key...

five times what they paid you.

So now your quintal's worth

fifteen million dollars...

a markup of

eleven million something...

that you get no part of.

I know you don't

have the manpower...

to peddle

the uptown streets, but I do.

You put up the stuff,

I put up the guys to sell it.

I take the heat

and the risk...

if there is any.

We divide the difference...

setting aside something

for places like this.

What do you say?

If I was into

socialized medicine...

I would have stayed

in the Peking province.

I want cash for my goods.

How much?

Three million up front...

like you said...

with another half a mil

when you unload it.

That's a lot of money.

I got a lot of sh*t.

Make up your mind.

You know something, Frank?

This conversation

made me realize...

just how f***ing crazy

you really are.

It's all set up.

I don't think you should

go down there alone.

I don't trust

that crazy Chinese guy.

Know what I mean?

It's Enrico Mata.

They got him recovering

in a hospital somewhere...

with a police guard

around him 24 hours.

He's agreed to testify

for them in court.

They got Jump cold

this time, Frank.

It's Murder-One.

Did Abe get them set bail?

A million dollars apiece.

So go sign him out.

Posting that kind

of money's gonna raise...

more problems

than it solves, Frank.

Also, I want you to get Abe...

to talk to some of

those friends of his...

see if they can't get

this cop transferred...

or retired or something.

I want him out of my way.

He's chief

investigating officer...

on a multiple homicide.

It's stupid

to even think about it.

Ask him...

before I blow Bishop's brains

all over his f***ing wing tips.

Get some guys and pick him up.

You got it, Frank.

Hope you had a good time.

My old man's back.

That's right.

Captain Crunch

and that doughnut crew is here.

Yo, fellas, what's up?

Long time no see.

Bishop, we having

a party downtown.

Why don't you bring Howdy Doody

and the Chocolate Wonder?

I hear your mother's

gonna be there.

We having a real

good time down there.

You know what I'm sayin'...

Give me some.

Black man.

Some flowers for your witness.

Jimmy, we got business to do.

We got business to do.

Get some cheap ones.

And you can kiss my ass, too.

I'll see you downtown.

You'll be all right?

What?

Proud of yourself, counselor?

If you got a problem,

take it to the judge.

Come on! Let's go!

Where's the stuff, Larry?

And now,

ladies and gentlemen...

Mr. Freddy Jackson.

All my life

I've been waitin'

For a time when I'd be free

How I prayed

For liberation

And a little bit of dignity

I heard the heartbeat

of the city

How it pounded and it

sounded in the night

The children's voices

were so pretty

I'm gonna reach out

I'm gonna take it

I'm gonna make it all right

Dream on

For a better day

Where we can live

our lives out

And our hopes won't fade away

Dream on

For a better way

We'll join our hands together

And build a brand-new day

Dream on

Thank you.

You're all so tremendous.

I was born

in this neighborhood...

and as I grew up here...

I used to pray

that once I got out...

I would never have a reason

to come back.

I'm glad those prayers

weren't answered...

because my neighborhood's

lookin' mighty pretty lately.

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