Leprechaun: Back 2 tha Hood Page #2

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- Come, sit.

All will be revealed.

I see peril coming.

Danger awaits you.

- Rory?

- Is that why we came here?

- Hush, Linda.

- Lisa.

You've suffered a great loss,

like so many other times

in your life.

It began with the loss

of your parents,

and it has come to this.

The nest egg you have

created is gone,

along with the bird

that stole it.

I see wealth in your future.

You will come

into it very soon.

Oh, child, I speak of riches

beyond your wildest dreams.

That sounds good.

But it must be denied,

for it will come

at a high price.

Wait, wait, why it got

to be denied?

At what price?

The very fabric of your essence

will be torn apart.

It must be denied.

Heed my words,

Erika and Linda.

(exhales heavily)

An evil so dark will come

to reclaim it.

(screams)

(panting)

Does that always happen?

(exhales heavily)

Whoo!

This that good sh*t, dawg.

Rory don't play.

(barks)

You know you want some

of this, dawg.

No, no, you can't have none.

Huh-uh, this is my bud.

If you want your own,

you better go out and get a job,

get paid, and then you'll be able

to buy your own sh*t.

- (barking)

- (mimics barking)

What the f*** is this?

Rory got some f***ed up

agriculture going on, up in this mother.

Boy, you talking

to that dog again?

Huh?

- Just the man I was looking for.

- Man, I'm going to tell you right now,

there aren't any clovers in my bud,

so chill with that sh*t.

Man, it was filled

with the motherfuckers.

Satisfaction guaranteed!

- And I ain't no satisfied customer.

- Satisfied customer?

- Do I look like a Kmart?

- Man, I know my rights.

And that sh*t wasn't right.

All right, where the clovers at?

I knew you was gonna say that.

That's why I brought these b*tches.

They right here.

Bag of motherfucking lucky charms.

Show your ass

right f***ing now.

Man, I must've left

the motherfuckers at the crib.

Left them at the crib?

Check this out...

next time make sure you bring them

with your sorry ass

'cause no proof,

no motherfucking refund, all right?

All right, man, damn.

You ain't gotta get all up in my sh*t.

I'll bring them, you'll see.

Filled with clovers, ninja.

Ninja?

- Nigga, did you just call me a ninja?

- Hey, man.

You need to get out more, man.

Don't nobody say nigga no more.

- Ninja?

- Yeah, like, "What up, ninja?"

"Oh, look at them ninjas

over there."

You need to stop smoking that sh*t,

you dumb ass nigga.

Ninja, please.

- Uh-oh, who's the mafia guy?

- Hey, homey.

Shut the f*** up man, or leave.

This is business.

What's up, Marcos?

Got something for you here.

Got something for you.

I'm gonna be needing some more

in about a week.

My clients love this sh*t.

I swear I sell more

because of this "chronic."

Just make sure

you hit me up before you do.

I'm sorry, hit you up?

- Call me.

- All right. My nigga.

- (tires screeching)

- Man:
What?

Man, who you calling nigga,

nigga?!

Uh... I thought

we were cool.

No one says that anymore.

It's ninja.

- Yeah.

- My ninja.

Okay... my ninja.

My ninja.

My bad, fellas.

Play on, playas.

You look good.

That guy looks good.

That's baby Jordan

over there.

Okay, I'll look for you

in the pros.

- Oh God, oh God, oh God!

- Almost got his ass kicked.

Don't matter, man.

It's all green, know what I'm saying?

Why we couldn't do this at the park,

like normal people?

What park? You see any parks

around here?

How about the beach?

Why you wanna go to the beach

when we got all of this right here?

'Cause I need to work on my tan.

- Girl, you a mess.

- Jamie:
Yeah, that's right.

All my hos be cooking.

Where my dinner at?

You are so ghetto.

- Hey, Daddy's home.

- (giggles)

- Yeah. Get your...

- (motorcycle approaches)

Emily:

How could you afford this?

Well, I had a little help.

Jamie, I'm going to kill you.

I didn't have the money

for the food

and I asked him would he float me,

and he said no.

He asked what for, and I told

him we was having a barbecue,

and that you was gonna be here.

That's when he bought this extra sh*t.

Kid:
A**hole.

He even bought wings,

and some hot sauce.

You know how much

I love my hot sauce, girl.

- What's up, man?

- What's up, man?

- What up?

- Not much.

What's up, Em?

- You told her I was coming, right?

- Hell yeah, she's just shy.

Here, have a 40.

It's a shame they never

finished this, huh?

We ain't got nothing

to say to each other, Rory.

# A- L-L D-A-Y #

# You're so fly,

you're my type of guy #

# A- L-L D-A-Y #

# So true,

it's about nothing but you #

# A- L-L D-A-Y, you're so fly,

you're my type of guy... #

I didn't choose

this life for myself.

Don't act all high and mighty.

I never asked you for anything.

No, I was just dumb,

looking out for you.

I didn't want you

to give up sh*t for me.

- But I gave up everything.

- I tried to pay you back, right?

With drug money. You think

I was gonna take that, Rory?

Then you really are stupid.

(screams)

Oh, sh*t!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Get me outta here!

- Take this, okay?

- Okay.

I'll be right back with some rope.

(door rattles)

Emily!

Emily!

Emily!

- (creaking)

- (gasps)

You scared

the piss out of me.

You don't have

to worry about me.

You're welcome.

What's that?

- I don't know.

- Let me see what's in it.

Wait a minute.

Holy sh*t...

How much do you

think they're worth?

Weigh about 8 ounces...

I'd say about 4 or 5K apiece.

Maybe more if they're old.

- (laughs)

- You would know the weight.

That's like 200 coins.

That's a million dollars.

That's 50 coins each.

- Nice.

- What are you talking about?

- Sounds fair to me, baby.

- Of course it does to you.

- She found it.

- F*** you.

(chuckles)

Hey, there's more than enough.

We can all benefit from this.

Lisa, I want you

to take some of this money,

and buy yourself a new car.

So you don't have

to take the bus to school, okay?

And, Rory,

I want you

to do the right thing.

- Jamie?

- Yeah! Wassup, baby?

You can not use the gold

to buy bud.

- What?

- No bud!

- Damn!

- You heard me.

What you laughing at?

It ain't funny.

# We're in the money! #

- All right, all right. Yeah, baby.

- Yeah.

(creature grunting)

(Jamaican

hip-hop music playing)

(hip-hop song playing)

Welcome to my lair.

Happening, right here.

You like?

Look at this.

This is my first one.

I got it when I was

in the fourth grade.

- Fourth grade?

- Fourth grade.

- For real.

- That explains a lot.

- That's phat, man.

- Yeah, look at this motherf***er.

- Okay, what about this?

- I can't even touch that.

Yeah, you can touch it. You just gotta

stroke it, stroke it right.

She like to be stroked.

Yes, that will put you

on your ass.

I need to get high right now!

- Yeah.

- Oh, man.

Hey, baby.

- What's up, baby?

- Y'all f***ing?

- Hey, you know how we do, baby.

- You do your thing, man.

Hey, you don't mind if I sit back

and run one of these, right?

No, it's all good.

My sh*t is your sh*t, baby.

- Mi casa es su casa.

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