Marked For Death Page #3

- Gimme a break. l'm on vacation.

Tracey has something to show you.

She's been waiting.

Get down!

Johnny!

They hurt my baby!

Tracey is in serious condition,

and she's unstable.

There's pressure on the brain

that we'll have to relieve.

- Well, what does that mean?

- Surgery. l can't give you a prognosis.

She's fighting for her life, and so are we.

Doc, you treat this girl like she's

the president of the United States.

- Money isn't a consideration.

- We treat all of our patients exactly...

Let me tell you somethin'.

Like the president of the United States, OK?

Don't touch me, John. Don't touch me.

This is your fault.

Do you understand? This is your fault.

God damn you! God damn you!

This is your fault! And my baby...

My baby...

- Jimmy, how ya doin'?

- Hatch, what the f*** are you doin' here?

Why don't you guys take a hike?

Go find another trick, all right?

You bailed out a Jamaican, street name

Monkey, the other day. l want him.

This other piece of sh*t - Screwface -

l want him.

You're a scumbag and a puke.

l don't mind that.

Gimme what l need, l leave here a nice guy.

You don't, l f*** you up.

You f***in' know better than that, Hatcher.

Come here. l just wanna talk to you

for a minute. Come here.

The Mob throws you out of Atlantic City.

Now you sell guns to the Jamaicans.

F***in' sell anything to anybody, except you.

Wouldn't sell you the sweat off my balls!

- ls that right?

- Yeah.

Watch it!

- You're a f***in' dead man, Hatcher!

- Yeah?

l'm f***in' Jimmy Fingers!

l'm a made f***in' man!

God made men.

l wanna know where Screwface is.

- Screwface? Me don't know no Screwface.

- Really?

Hm. That's strange.

- Does that remind you?

- Just shoot me now, man!

l got a better idea. We're gonna go for a ride.

Everybody's gonna see us, and Screwface

is gonna find out what good buddies we are.

Come on.

- Let's go! Let's go!

- All right, man! All right!

Just easy. l will take you.

Good. l wanna get there while l'm still young.

Screwface kill me

a t'ousand deaths worse dan you.

- Yeah?

- Find him your f***in' self!

Well?

One thought he was invincible.

The other thought he could fly.

- So?

- They were both wrong.

l wanna know the second

that call comes in, OK?

So?

Two dead. Dis one was shot in de forehead.

De other one was forced out de window.

Did you find the hookers?

Do you honestly believe

now is the time for findin' them?

- This job was done by a pro.

- ls that right?

That's right, and l'll bet my money

it was John Hatcher. Find me somethin'.

- Sal, l will find you somethin'.

- He thinks he can do things his own way,

but l'll tell you something - he can't.

Stay close to home, Charles.

Do it, man. Do it.

Where Nesta?

Jimmy Fingers and Nesta are not too good.

Nesta dead? Who do it?

De white boy Hatcher?

l want... Hatcher dead!

l want his family dead!

And if you cannot kill him,

l go kill him!

And then l go kill you.

- What about protection for my family?

- They're assigned.

- Good.

- l should probably have them tailing you.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Where were you last night?

With a friend.

Stay retired.

Hello?

Hi. l'm John Hatcher.

l saw you the other night.

- Yes. At the Shamrock.

- l kind of need some help.

Hold on. l'll be right down.

lt's an African black magic symbol.

lt was used by the Jamaican

drug gang the other night.

- The FBl said l'd be getting photos today.

- l'm not with the FBl, you know.

Well... the cow's tongue means

you've talked or exposed them,

and have been marked for death.

Where did you get these?

l got these...

at my family's house this morning.

What about this black cross?

This may seem ridiculous to you,

Hatcher, but these people are for real.

Your family has been marked.

- Could l use your phone for a minute?

- Yeah, sure.

- Hello?

- lt's me. ls everything all right?

Yeah, Johnny. l'm fine.

l just got back here from the hospital.

Mom's there with Tracey.

She's better. She's stable.

- l just had to come home and get some rest.

- Go look out the window. ls the guard there?

Um, waitjust a minute.

Yeah. The car's there,

but, uh, l don't see the guard.

Johnny?

Johnny!

My God.

Somebody help me!

- What do you want?!

- l want you.

What do you want? Just leave me alone.

Somebody's coming.

- You're making a big mistake.

- You're lying!

Stop the blood claat cryin'.

Everybody must dead!

No! No, no...

lt's your turn.

My father...

l an' l go take you to a place, you see.

Far, far away.

You never been dere before.

You a go dere now.

lt's not your body me want, no.

lt's your dreams.

No, you bastard!

l own you now.

- No!

- Now l have power!

Help me! Help me! Johnny, help me!

He said... He said he'd be back.

He said he'd kill us both.

Somehow, l don't think

he's gonna get the chance.

l can't wait to nail this f***er.

This is gonna be fun.

Serious fun.

Time to have fun.

- What's happenin', brother?

- lrie, irie.

- You want some blow?

- l want some blow.

- Put your hands up or l'll blow your head off.

- Oh, cool, now. Keep a cool head, man.

- See dem 'ere?

- Right there.

Hatch!

Watch out!

- Take the right side! Take the right side!

- l got it! l got it!

Sh*t!

Say, bwoy! l goin' kill

your likkle blood claat!

You are a blood claat!

Bumbo-claat!

You go, raas!

- Help me!

- Back off, bwoy.

Me say back off! You didn't hear me say?

You want her dead?

Go ahead, kill her. l don't know her.

l don't care about her.

l got you where l want you.

You like a dog wid no teeth.

You wanna kill her, kill her.

l don't mind if you kill her. l don't know her.

You a bad bwoy. Me a carve you now, bwoy.

Me a carve you! Me a carve you!

Me a carve blood!

Run, dread! Run!

Raas, didn't you see it?

Blood claat, what run for?

A one white boy and two bredda enough!

Let's kick dis little blood claat.

Batty-hole, yuh see.

- l ready a ready.

- Get him!

Hold on. Hold on, now.

Tear you, Rasta!

You f*** with my family and you die.

- Now we're talking serious fun, man.

- Abso-f***ing-lutely.

l've never met anyone quite like you, Hatcher.

Go down to any soup kitchen,

you're gonna find a lot of guys just like me.

- Why a soup kitchen?

- l'm just another unemployed guy.

l don't think there is a lot of guys

like you anywhere.

What's that supposed to mean?

l've met a guy who is nice, not married,

gay, or trying to find himself,

and he's trying very hard

to get himself killed.

Well, l have some

unfinished business, you know,

and l was hoping that you'd maybe

give me some of your advice.

- What are you planning to do?

- l'm gonna take out the posse.

Then destroy their system.

When Screwface kills he wants

everyone to see he did it, or ordered it.

That way he's both feared and worshipped.

You'd have to kill him so the posse

thinks you've taken his power.

That way they will believe

your magic is bigger.

Otherwise they'll never stop

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