Kings Page #4

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Do you wanna take

some orange juice?

What?

[gunshot]

Man, what the f***!

Latasha died right there.

Man, I swear to God, one day, you're

gonna put a bullet in my heart,

- and while I'll be laying down dying...

- Cheer up, won't happen again.

Now, we four against

killer Soon Ja Du.

I was thinking about shooting

her. What do you think, man?

Best thing we do

in any situation.

- Let's do what you wanna do.

- I wanna shoot her.

Why not?

I don't know.

You let me know when you know.

What kind of sh*t

you all are on?

You don't kill people.

- You don't even talk about it.

- Why not?

Soon Ja Du blew that girl's

brains out.

Right now, she's lazing around

feeding ducks at parks.

Wait, that woman

didn't go to jail?

No, she didn't.

- No sh*t?

- No sh*t.

The judge said jail

would harm her.

We do something, we go

straight to jail.

Hell, they try to put us

under the jail.

- So you in?

- No, she's not.

- Killing in against the law.

- Anything interesting is.

- Be serious.

- I am.

Latasha's life had

a meaning.

If you kill someone,

that'll be the worst f*** up.

Yeah, take it easy. We shouldn't

blow anybody's brains out.

- Listen to her.

- But I could blow her shop up for you.

You just give me a bottle, some gas,

a tampon and boom. No more shop.

- No.

- Will you give me a place to stay?

You don't say sh*t like that.

Have you lost

your goddamn mind?

- Will do when nobody's in.

- No!

Or I could still break those men

in half for you.

[kids chattering]

I can't leave it.

[cop car siren wailing]

What's that?

No!

You just wait.

- What's the plan?

- To stay the f*** alive.

We're putting

all their tires down.

The plan is to break

everything you can.

My masterplan was to live

at least till the year 2000.

I gotta reshape it.

F*** that guy.

That's a very nice thing to tell

Nicole but she hasn't f***ed me yet.

Come on. Get in there.

- What's this?

- Let's do with your cell phone.

- Sh*t, man, give me that. You good?

- Yeah.

Grab that knife.

- I want us out of here.

- Let me do this.

Let me do this!

- Fine.

- William.

Run! Run! Run!

[gun shots firing]

They're gonna shoot us.

[gun shots firing]

[ominous music playing]

- Take him to the hospital?

- He got shot.

He got shot?

Yes, he did. He got hit.

William's in there

praying for death.

- He got hit.

- Shut the f*** up.

Look, man, William

got grazed by a bullet.

I didn't get him out of earshot.

How you doing?

- Not well.

- Show me.

- Does it hurt?

- Just a little bit.

Now rock your toes

back and forth.

- Better now?

- Just regular.

Bleeding a little.

- You good?

- Come on.

Stop it.

It's gonna hurt.

It was the stupidest plan.

Wasn't even a plan?

Raid a police station?

Idiots!

Man, it's eye for an eye. You

push me, I'mma push you back.

It's death. I'm bleeding to death.

[Williams chuckling]

- Look, Nicole

- Stop it, you're still a baby.

Sh*t, man. It hurts.

F***, this hurts bad.

We should probably get you

to a hospital.

I don't need no damn hospital.

All right. Die here.

See if we'll give a sh*t.

[dark music playing]

[woman on TV] The jury is still out on the

case against four Los Angeles police men

charged in the beating

of motorist Rodney King.

It's the sixth day...

[man on TV] Not only for the

defendants is the suspense unpleasant,

this case unsettled Los Angeles from

its very beginning 13 months ago,

and with the odds for it

quiddles over a hung jury

increasing with every day

of deliberation,

a growing number of ministers

in minority neighborhoods

are urging

their congregation...

[ominous music playing]

- [kids shouting]

- Quiet.

- It's time to come in.

- We're playing.

- [kids shouting]

- [TV news running]

...only to be told

"no verdict."

[man on TV] A lot. We're just

hoping for a good result.

[window banged]

Boys, your dinner

is getting cold.

Can you please come in here

and help me set the table?

We're almost done.

[kids shrieking]

Lady! Hey! Lady!

I'm trying to work. If you

can't get them to shut up,

we're gonna have

an all-out brawl.

Look. You don't start nothing.

There won't be nothing.

Thank you.

[knock at door]

No, no.

- [knock at door]

- Let me handle it.

[knock getting louder]

Hmm. Thought you all wanted

to play.

We're finished.

But I called you in,

three times.

But you all said

you wanted to play.

- Well, now you all can play till the sun comes up.

- No, wait.

[kids] No, wait. Millie, no!

- [kids] Let us in!

- It's just gonna be for a minute.

Teach their little butts

a lesson.

[kids begging]

Boys?

Boys!

They're hiding.

[woman on TV] Again, the issue

of racism has been introduced.

The prosecutor asked Powell about a

message he had sent to another officer

just before King incident on his

patrol car's computer terminal,

referring to his previous call which

involved a group of African Americans,

Powell typed, "It was right

out of Gorillas in the Mist."

The prosecutor also hammered away at the

meaning behind another computer message

sent by Powell

after King was in custody.

Powell communicating again

with the same officer typed,

"Oops, I haven't beaten anyone

this bad in a long time."

All right. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

This is not that bad.

I mean...

You know, it's not the end

of the world.

When someone shut the door

on you, see if you don't cry.

Sure. Okay. Let's have a look

what's on the television.

Let's see what's on here.

Hmm. Right.

Who's hungry?

Anybody hungry?

What we got? We got

beets, we got carrots

and we got...

The prosecutor pushed...

- Sh*t!

- Let me guess.

Okay. You won't like that.

We don't need that.

Let's get some cartoons here

or something.

Right.

Who wants pizza?

- Yeah, I wrote all of this.

- I already like this one.

There was...

- Purple.

- What?

- Purple.

- Purple?

Cow.

Say it loud

I'm black, I'm proud

Say it loud

I'm black, I'm proud

Say it loud

I'm black, I'm proud

[Obie] Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah!

But all the work I did was

For the other man

And now we demands a chance

To do things for ourselves

[Obie] Give it all.

Say it loud

I'm black, I'm proud

[kids shouting in distance]

[kids and Obie singing]

[kids and Obie singing]

I'm sorry to bother you but...

My kids are here.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

I was looking all over for you.

Why did you leave the backyard?

Told you, never leave

the backyard.

We're sorry, Mommy.

What? You're gonna call

Social Services on me?

No.

- [Millie] Hi, baby.

- Hi.

[Millie] Whisper something

sweet in my ears.

- [Obie] Tell me you love it.

- I love it.

- I love it.

- [both laughing]

- Come back to me, baby.

- Millie.

[alarm beeping]

- [Obie] This is a dream.

- What?

What the hell?

- This is just a dream.

- This is not a dream.

- May be.

- You are mine.

- This is just a dream.

- You're mine.

- This is just a dream.

- You...

[alarm beeping]

[switching the alarm off]

Can I have some milk, please?

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