Marked For Death Page #4

until you and your family are dead.

l want you to meet my sister.

Goddess of fire.

This is what you ordered. Do you want

anything else? Wires? Surveillance?

- No. Just firearms this time.

- OK. You got it.

- For you.

- Thank you.

- You still sober?

- Five years, man. One day at a time.

Stay away from that dope.

Hang on. Hang on.

Max, meet Charles. Charles, meet Max.

Man, l been after Screwface

for five long years, yuh see?

l have followed him

from Kingston to here. All around.

- You break my heart.

- Your tactic is makin' him tougher to snatch.

Him jump already, yuh know?

An' it's only l... who can guide you

to what it is yuh seek.

l don't know if that'd be

a wise career move for you.

Come on! Look close!

Who you think me work for? The DEA?

l'm a Jamaican cop, man,

and Screwface is my career!

Look, man. l don't really care who you work

for. You got your reasons and l got mine.

Screwface has gone back to Jamaica.

You know, Charles, sometimes

three's not a crowd.

The way l look at it, we need each other.

Know what l mean?

Let's do it, man.

How ya doin'? Care package.

Uncle Sam's contribution?

Welfare for warfare, yuh know?

This is my silent partner.

A whisper in the ear

from this girl goes a long way.

You didn't hear a thing.

You heard the slide click a little.

Massive cool.

Forward, Jamaica.

These are the streets dat breed

de Screwfaces o' de world.

This is the first time l ever got the idea

it's not all sunshine and bikinis.

l owe you an apology. Until today l thought

all Jamaicans were dope-dealing dreads.

Don't feel you have to apologise for nothin'.

Man, these streets are hard out here.

And some people make a bad choice,

dat's all. They say life is hard.

- What, man?

- Nothin'.

What are you doin' all de way up here?

Not enough trouble in Kingston, beast-boy?

Back with country, boy. You do your duty?

Pay him.

Dis gal... she hang

with Screwface more time.

Dey always partying together.

l usually find her at de Cat Club.

Screwface?

Road to doom.

- Sounds like you know this guy pretty well.

- Yeah, l know him.

l partied wid him.

l don't care him sell the drugs, sir.

lt's part o' doin' business.

But my sister, she lost a shipment

and him cut her dead.

And for dat, somehow,

someday, him a go dust off.

Why don't you just tell me what l gotta know,

and l'll go do what l gotta do?

Screwface have two head and four eyes,

an' dat is de secret to his magic.

Look 'pon dis madman.

Him dead, and him don't even know it.

Welcome to l island.

F*** you.

You a woman? Me know what you is.

You is a dog after a bone!

An' yuh have no teeth.

You was conceived in darkness.

An' l goin' deliver you into de light.

l got him! l got him!

Get up!

l know you. You love de killin'.

But you is an empty shell inside.

Fall out.

Charles. Move out.

So, bredds... tell me one more time.

Did you tell them exactly what l told you to?

l told 'em exactly what you told me to tell 'em.

- And what did they say?

- Exactly what you said they was goin' to say.

- ls that right? And what was that?

- ''Business is business, man.''

Ten dollars.

- lt ain't over yet.

- Does this guy ever pay you on time?

So who's the boss-man?

- l man.

- Thanks for taking this meeting, man.

l got a message for you. Screwface is dead.

You raasclat stupid.

Hey! Anybody ever see this?

Screwface is dead!

Now, you get the f*** outta town or die!

Yuh must want me and me bumbo-claat

posse shoot you down, bwoy.

Dead and about to be buried!

The evil is demolished.

l give you guys till tomorrow... or you die.

Don't even think about it.

- Magic power!

- Screwface no dead. Screwface no dead.

- Judas!

- The man is everywhere, man!

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Here. Just take this.

l'm sorry, man.

Don't you let him get away!

l got you covered.

Come on! Come on!

lrie.

Yuh blood claat!

Yuh kill me bredda.

Now you goin' wish you was dead.

l hope they weren't triplets.

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