Money Talks Page #2

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You want some girls?

I can get you any kind

of girl... black, Japanese.

I can take you over

to my grandmama house.

She cook you some chicken,

some cornbread, some poulet.

It's cold.

It's colder than a motherf***er.

A serious crime.

Justified punishment.

This is James Russell

reporting.

That's some hard- hitting stuff.

John Tesh school of journalism.

Barclay, just watch it

one more time before you decide.

Why? Nobody else will.

Who gives a rat's ass

about some two- bit hustler?

The people getting ripped off

give a rat's ass.

You're just another walking

head shot, aren't you?

Another pretty boy wanker

masquerading as a reporter.

I don't need this bullshit.

This is the skinny.

You're fired.

Have your stuff out by Monday.

Be brief.

What part of "you're fired"

don't you understand?

Not you, you a**hole.

I'm talking to somebody else.

What?

Tragedy and terror

strike the Southland.

Good afternoon.

A bus delivering prisoners from

the men's central lockup...

to the Van Nuys courthouse

was destroyed...

on the First Street bridge

in downtown Los Angeles.

Fourteen prisoners and

two policemen were killed...

in what authorities describe

as a commando- style raid.

All bodies

have been accounted for...

with the exception

of two prisoners.

Witnesses saw the two men

boarding a helicopter...

shortly after the bus

exploded into flames.

The two fugitives are wanted

in connection with the murders.

This has got sweeps week

written all over it.

Let me know how it turns out.

On the left is a John Doe

police arrested at L.A.X...

for possession

of a counterfeit passport.

And on the right,

Franklin Maurice Hatchett...

a local street hustler

with suspected gang ties...

who was en route to Van Nuys...

to be arraigned on charges

of soliciting goods.

The two fugitives

are considered dangerous.

Fourteen prisoners due to face

a Van Nuys judge today...

now face the ultimate

judgment day of all...

one where sentencing comes

with no chance of reversal.

Freeze!

Come out with

your hands above your head!

I'm gonna come out,

but I didn't do it!

Don't shoot!

I didn't kill no cops!

Is this James Russell?

I'm on my way.

I cannot wait for you

to eat my ass.

Here it is.

Good afternoon.

I'm Detective Pickett...

and this is Williams.

I wondered if we might chat

about Franklin Hatchett.

Franklin's not here.

We're dealing

with a multiple homicide.

Would you just open the door?

Excuse you?

I'm sorry. Listen...

it would only take

a few minutes of your time.

We'd really appreciate it.

Please?

Thank you so much.

When was the last time

you spoke to him?

He left on the freak train

to Atlanta six weeks ago.

I haven't seen him since.

Do you think this is funny?

I got a busload of bodies

and a couple dead cops...

because of your gangbanger.

Franklin ain't no banger.

If I find out

you're helping him...

I'm going

to make your life miserable.

Back off, please.

Treat the lady with respect.

Can you help us out, Paula?

I swear,

I don't know where he is.

This is such bullshit!

You know...

It's OK.

All I'm saying is

if he tries to contact you...

give me a call.

It's so much better

if he turns himself in.

He stays out on the street,

he's gonna get himself killed.

I'm trying to protect him.

This is my card.

Will you give me a holler?

Thank you.

Keep it running.

This might be quick.

White boy.

What the f*** was that for?

That's for getting me busted.

What you bring a gun for?

'Cause you're wanted for murder.

I ain't murdered

no- goddamn- body.

I don't know that.

Now you know.

'Cause if I could,

I'd murder your ass right now...

coming down here with a gun.

Guns don't kill people.

Stupid motherfuckers

with guns kill people.

I'm enlightened.

Let me enlighten your ass.

Bring your monkey ass up here.

Got me running

all over goddamn town.

People shooting at me and sh*t.

You the one got me in this sh*t.

Ought to kick your ass

in the head.

Freezing.

I know. I was

in the motherf***er earlier.

Listen to me.

I want an exclusive.

A what?

The entire city

is looking for your ass.

The cops want payback.

How many times I got to tell you

I didn't kill no- goddamn- body?

Regardless,

they want your ass dead.

Franklin, I will protect you.

I'll get you turned in,

let you tell your story...

but I want the exclusive.

I'll hide you for the weekend.

It'll all be over on Monday.

I don't trust your ass.

How I know this exclusive sh*t

gonna clear my name?

I guess you don't.

But without me,

you'll probably end up dead.

They need someone to blame.

Right now, it's you.

What do you say?

I ain't staying

in this neighborhood.

I can't stay here

for no two days.

That's right. You can't.

What you talkin' about?

You're coming to my wedding.

Your wedding? Sh*t! Hell, no.

I ain't going nowhere.

Po- po looking for me.

Trying to kill me?

Staying on the low- low.

God damn.

How you do that?

Did a report once

on escape artists...

and the women who love them.

Teach me how to do that sh*t.

There's no time.

We got time.

I need you to take a shower,

shave, lose the earring...

and, please, do something

about that hair of yours.

What you talkin' about?

My 'do is tight.

Every cop in the city

is looking for that tight 'do.

I'll hook up the hair, but

I ain't touching the earring...

'cause I'm still a player!

I'm gonna make a phone call.

I don't think

there's any hot water left.

What?

You heard me.

Punk- ass white boy.

This tub better be clean.

Who is it?

Barclay, it's James.

How you doing?

I got Franklin Hatchett.

Don't play games with me.

Words like that give me

a stiffy.

At my age, I can't waste them.

I'm not kidding you.

He's at my place safe and sound.

Congratulations.

You're rehired.

I thought I was supposed

to clear out by Monday.

Didn't you say that?

You didn't really take

me seriously, did you?

You're Pulitzer material.

I've always said that.

I'll send a camera crew...

down to the 20th precinct

in an hour.

Not a chance. I'm going

to keep him until Monday.

For sweeps week.

Don't be foolish.

A bird in the hand

is worth a 10- share...

for the whole weekend.

F*** you.

This is my story,

and you know it.

You're right. Monday it is.

Loser.

Freeze!

Vic Damone...

Get your hands on the car!

Vic Damone...

his music will last forever.

What the hell is a Vic Damone?

Vic Damone's Greatest Hits...

Ain't no greatest hit.

I ain't never heard it.

He thrilled the world...

when he married

actress Diahann Carroll.

Now he'll thrill you again...

How the hell an Italian get

a fine black woman like that?

The timeless hits

of Vic Damone.

He can't sing.

Only reason she married him

'cause he got money.

Takin' all our sisters.

I'm James Russell.

Those stories

along with Andy Rooney...

tonight on 60 minutes.

I'm out the door.

People are already showing up.

I am so sorry.

Something important came up.

More important

than our rehearsal dinner?

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