Kings Page #3

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You can stay at my place.

Come here.

Let me tell you something.

I'm gonna take you home.

And you gonna show me

that round ass,

those brand new breasts.

And I'm gonna f*** you.

And you're gonna love it.

And you're gonna wrap

your legs around me.

I'm gonna f*** you over

and over and over again.

You want that, right?

- Don't even doubt.

- Let's go somewhere.

- Come on, man.

- You need a bath.

What?

You're a real big ugly sh*t,

you know?

- What the hell's wrong with you?

- You b*tch!

Oh, so now I'm b*tch.

A minute ago,

- you're heading for sex, you f***ing pig.

- Motherf***er!

[both indistinct shouting]

[Jessie] You shut up, okay?

[Nicole] Oh, pervert! Come here!

Come here! I'll beat

the sh*t out of you.

Are you out of your mind?

You can't even grab

a little girl.

- [Nicole] F*** you!

- Hey.

No guts, huh? No balls?

- I bet you're not having a dick.

- N*gger, is she crazy?

[both indistinct shouting]

Who the f*** you are talking to?

- You lucky. F*** you, b*tch!

- Get the hell out of it here.

[man] I'll see you.

I'll see you.

Get out of here!

[cop] You know why

I pulled you over, sir?

Where did all my friends go?

The guys with the whiskey.

- Come on. Let's go.

- It's the third time I got pulled over tonight.

I don't even have a light out.

What's the matter?

Sir, your license, please?

I got trailed on a freeway.

I pulled over.

You guys already wrote me up and some

squad stops me down on Normandy.

I'm not drunk.

What are you doing?

You gotta stop it. You

wanna get yourself killed?

I need a place to stay

and I'm tired, okay?

Close the door,

it's cold out there.

Fine. Suit yourself. Move over.

What I like is a little respect

for an officer of the law.

Hey, hey, whoa, easy now.

You sure you wanna sit

in their car? Come on.

- Let's get out of here.

- No, it's not safe for me out there.

- You're driving me nuts.

- Then you get out of here.

I'm gonna stay right here.

And I'm gonna wait to get clubbed,

that's what we're here for, right?

Easy, stay right there. What the

hell is going on back here?

- [man] Where you going?

- Am I not allowed in jail?

Prison, juvenile home,

whatever you got.

I'm giving myself up,

I stole in the store.

We decide who goes

to the station.

[man honking]

Hey! Goddamn it! Hey!

Both of you shut up!

Everybody shut up right now!

God, I hate this f***ing job.

- Please, I shop-lifted.

- I don't give a sh*t.

There are laws against that.

I need to be taken away.

I need to be taken away.

- [man] You cracked me.

- [cop] Stay back. Sir?

[man] What if my windshield wipers

does not function properly?

Sir. Get back in there!

Goddamn it. Get the f*** out

of my car.

- [Nicole] Please, please, no.

- [cop] Why don't you understand?

Get out. You too, f*** face.

Come on!

Listen to me. Listen.

Both of you get out of here now.

Do you understand me?

Go home. Do not come back.

Is that clear?

Hey, buddy. Hey, whoa, whoa,

what the hell!

What? Get out of your car!

[gentle music playing]

[upbeat music playing

in the house]

Where you been, lover boy?

Out f***ing?

See, I know you was out f***ing. I

got a way to knowing this sh*t.

I never had whiskey before.

- That's what she drink?

- Just shut up!

Jesus Christ! The goddess

is showing.

Man, get out of here.

She looks good. I wanna keep

looking at her.

She's knocked out.

Had too much alcohol.

[gentle piano playing]

Hi.

Hi.

How the hell did I get here?

You don't remember?

No.

The last thing I remember,

I was standing in the street,

looking at the moon.

It was a big moon. I'd never

seen a bigger moon.

And I remember you.

[gentle piano playing]

Where's Millie?

She's out delivering cakes

or cutting somebody's hair,

or swinging a mop somewhere.

We're still starving.

Look. Look at this. These kids

are always ready for food.

Man, forget that. Now, we

have a problem.

Millie's too stupid to steal

and we gotta do something.

We're gonna go to the supermarket and

we're gonna take everything we want.

So when you are in the supermarket,

if they catch you stealing,

they can only approach you

when you're out the mall.

- Okay.

- Kids, this is Nicole.

Okay, all right, you all,

listen to me.

This stroller is a perfect tool

for shoplifting.

Quiet!

Okay. The apartment is empty

as long as William's mom's gone.

You can come

and go as you please.

But you're gonna have to use

the side window.

The front door's still shut.

Come, I'll drop you.

- You all right?

- [Nicole grunting]

[gentle piano playing]

You can spit on the floor here.

Oh, God. What is this?

[kid shouting]

[kids indistinct chatter]

[kid mumbling]

[kids indistinct chatter]

[kid] Wait, wait, wait.

Hold this.

Keep the cheese.

[kid] It's too big.

Stay in line. Get in line.

Stay right here.

[kids] Run!

Oh!

Can anybody give

some barnacles?

We're out of it?

- [all chattering and laughing]

- [soulful music playing]

[Jessie] You want chips

and taco?

[Nicole shouting in excitement]

[Jessie] Thank you.

Mmm! God I love chicken.

And I love eating.

You want a milk shake?

Yeah?

[man on TV] The case that won't

go away due to an argument...

- Here's you ten.

- ...a surveillance camera captured the...

Kids, come here. Santa's home!

[kids shouting]

[kids shouting in excitement]

Did you steal this?

- No!

- Oh, my God.

It's from Santa.

[kids shrieking]

Jessie.

Some son of a b*tch sneaked

in here and stole the toilet.

What?

How did they do that?

It doesn't have a lock on it

and it's just two screws.

[cartoon running on TV]

[all laughing]

The world may never know.

[woman on TV] In Los Angeles,

to recall a judge

because of a controversial decision

in the killing of a teenager.

Judge Joyce Karlin still argues

that Du is no criminal.

I know a criminal

when I see one.

I know a person who presents a danger

to the community when I see one.

- [kids laughing and chattering]

- [soulful music playing]

Hey! Wait one goddamn minute.

Where'd you get that?

Get your own toilet!

- Hey, William.

- Hey, come on.

- [Nicole] I got it.

- You got it?

- [Nicole] Okay.

- Yeah.

The guy was just walking around.

[man on TV] And then at 3:52,

watch what you see,

at 3:
52, you see Mr. King

still moving,

far higher than

a push-off position.

Coming around,

his head comes around.

You see Tim Wind appeared

to start a swing

and as Mr. King's head is coming

into that area of swing...

He's saying that Rodney King

hit a baton with his face?

May I see it?

I'll call you on that.

Think he's something now.

He got a gun.

Dude, you think

he hot sh*t now.

- Nice baby. I love this.

- Hey, hey.

Give me the gun.

And you and Nicole,

just drop it.

[ominous music playing]

Why don't we gun down

Soon Ja Du?

[Nicole] Why does everybody in

town want that Soon Du's ass?

You new to Los Angeles?

Soon Ja Du,

killed that girl Latasha for going to the

liquor store to get herself some orange juice.

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