Marked For Death Page #2

Acepta la sangre de este gallo que te ofrezco

y aydame a deshacerme

de este hombre malo.

Gallo, te mato por tu sangre.

- Looks good.

- Mm-hm.

Nice to be back. Your team looks great.

Well, it looks good now. Last year

one of my best players OD'd on cocaine.

l remember when the worst problem to worry

about was one of them knockin' up some girl.

- Not any more.

- l think l remember this place.

Wasn't this the place

where all the ugly girls worked?

- Hey, Nurse! Got an emergency here!

- Call a doctor!

Listen, give me a beer,

and give my man here a double.

- l don't do doubles on the first date.

- Now, that's not what l heard!

- This is my boy Hatch.

- Hi, Hatch.

- Tiene miedo?

- No.

Bien. Yo tampoco.

- We're goin'in.

- OK.

- Some hormones in here.

- Oh, yeah.

Looks like one of the locals is doin'

some dealing. Supplementin' his income.

- Leave it alone, man. Leave it alone.

- He's buyin' dope from the Jamaicans

- and sellin' it to his friends.

- l've been all over the world with this.

- lt ain'tjust the Jamaicans. lt's everybody.

- That's the same guy l saw by the school.

And every time l see somethin' goin' down,

l see him. There he is.

Last month, my 13-year-old nephew died

in a crack house run by these guys.

That cut it for me.

- l'm sorry.

- Look, l've had it!

And now it seems

they're movin' in down here.

- l'm just waitin' to do somethin'.

- Let me tell you somethin'.

There's nothin' you can do about it

and there never was, all right?

But you gotta try to protect your own, or

are you so burnt out you can't relate to that?

No. l can relate to that.

Excuse me.

Blood and fire!

Go!

Move out! Move out!

Come on! Call an ambulance!

Hey, bwoy! Somebody about dead tonight!

Raas, what do you...?

Me no know you, but l promise you

you is a dead man walkin'!

So what else is new?

Give us some room here! Come on, let's go.

Let's clear the area. Clear that area.

You're dead, bwoy! Yuh hear? Dead!

- Welcome home.

- ls that the suspect, Mr Hatcher?

Yeah, the first guy up there.

All right. Watch it, people.

Stay back behind the line.

Like Los Angeles,

New York, and Washington,

small-town America

now has blood in its streets,

as a gang shoot-out in Lincoln Heights

tonight has left four dead.

Although less than one per cent

of Jamaican immigrants are involved,

Jamaican gangs, known as posses, are

now dominating the American drug trade,

with more than 10,000 members

trafficking drugs in 20 states.

According to Justice Department officials,

they are as disciplined as they are violent.

Torture and maiming are posse trademarks,

and posse gunmen are said to prefer

shooting their victims in public.

Sources estimate they have committed

Dale Harimoto, WXTV, Chicago.

- Stay back. Watch it.

- Sheriff O'Dwyer.

- l'm Sheriff O'Dwyer. Who might you be?

- Roselli. FBl, OC task force.

- We're taking over here.

- By what authority?

United States Government Code,

Title 18, Section 111.

Go get their statements.

Keep the looky-loos out of the crime scene.

- You're excused, Sheriff.

- Roselli, l won't forget this.

You and your agents so much as spit on

the deck, and l'll personally write the citation.

Hatcher! Jesus Christ!

What the hell are you doin' back here?

Thought l'd visit my mother, you know?

l'm retired now.

Retired, huh? Well, that's cosy.

What the hell went down?

Gee, l don't know. What does it look like?

lt's a shoot-out... Colombians...

- What do you want me to say?

- Probably Tito Barco's clan.

- What would Tito Barco be doing up this far?

- Losing. The turf is spreading out, Hatcher.

The Jamaican posse's more organised than

the others. They got more guns, more balls.

Jimmy Fingers is giving them everything.

Jimmy Fingers...

ex-casino man out of Atlantic City.

That's a piece of cake.

You pop him, you got it.

- Why don't you help us out on this one?

- Cos l'm out.

- Come on, Hatcher. lt's in the blood.

- lf it's in the blood, l'll get a transfusion.

Lieutenant, may l see yuh for a moment? The

professor has found something interesting.

- Charles, how ya doin'?

- We'll see you around, Hatcher.

- The sign on de wall is Abakua.

- More of this voodoo bullshit?

Professor, you call the markings

on de wall voodoo bullshit?

Nope. l've seen them in New York,

Los Angeles and now here.

Sal, dis is no bullshit, man. Those markings

were put dere by a man named Screwface.

Know what it means

when we say a man's face is screwed?

- No.

- Well, l pray you never have to find that out.

Who's that?

lt's John Hatcher. He was an undercover

troubleshooter for the DEA.

- We worked together a couple of years ago.

- l know him. Him comin' in wid us?

No. He thinks he's retired.

He still looks functional to me.

l have a message for you

from Tito!

Him say meet him in hell!

- Dem let you out?

- No jail can hold me

- when Jimmy Fingers is on my side.

- Same.

Jimmy Fingers.

Give t'anks for

bringin' out my bredren. Same?

Bondsman knew he was gonna skip,

so l figured l'd throw him a little extra.

- Monkey, time for business.

- Let's take care o' dis.

Come.

No, man. l just think

you have to take it one step at a time.

Nobody. Yuh know what l'm sayin'?

Me notjokin', bwoy.

Yes, man. Yes. Hold on. Hold on.

Listen up, you see?

Our provider, the man of science, a come!

All right!

Dreadlocks, Monkey be wid us again.

Dat no good?

Yeah!

And the magic be everywhere.

The warriors... Conquerors!

Respec'. The Almighty

has given l an' l his hand.

His rod of correction l hold.

Let no man here fear for his own life!

Dem dat wish l an' l

to be left in poverty and squalor

will demselves be damned!

lf a man commit a crime against you,

he must be paid back a t'ousand times!

Who you fear?

Him... or me?

Let no man here steer

from de path l 'ave prepared!

Dem de streets out dere

belong to you now!

- Take it.

- Yeah!

Take it!

Take it!

- Come.

- Yes.

l still don't believe you. lf you don't see

the sh*t that's happening around us,

- you're blind or you don't wanna see.

- Maybe l've seen enough.

- l don't think the world wants to change.

- Look, things do change, man.

lt's like you see this big dam with a leak

in it. You plug it with your finger.

Soon you see more holes. You plug it with

your other fingers, your toes, your tongue.

But the water keeps on gushing out.

That's the way it is.

Pretty soon, you quit or get killed.

Five days later, they got

some shitbird cherry to take your place,

they give him your shield,

and you're forgotten.

The way l look at it, you come home, mind

your own business, watch your own yard.

And then, if trouble finds you,

you go after it and you bite its head off

before it does the same thing to you.

Look, Hatch,

you haven't been here in a long time,

and l'm telling you, trouble is tapping us

both on the shoulder right now,

- and you don't want to turn around.

- Well, l hope you're wrong.

- You look a little winded there, big guy.

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