Money Talks Page #4

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how your type operates.

My type?

Why the hell you take my type...

to your goddamn dinner

rehearsal for a damn story?

I'm stuck with you.

I figured your white ass out.

You have?

You're full of sh*t.

You one desperate- ass

middle- class white boy...

that don't give a damn who you

step on to get what you want.

Get your priorities straight.

My priorities?

Your goddamn priorities.

I'm not the one

wanted for murder.

I'm sick

of your smart- ass comments.

You know I ain't murdered

no- goddamn- body.

You the reason

why I'm in this sh*t.

I was minding my own business...

living ghetto fabulous,

I wasn't messin' with nobody.

You f***ed that up.

You know how much money I was

making down at that car wash?

A buck, 2.98?

I will slap the hell outta you.

You don't know

who you messin' with.

I don't even know

when I'm gonna slap somebody.

I be like, "Why did I do that?"

I don't know

when I be slappin' people.

Keep messin' with me.

I'm dangerous.

I'm scared of myself.

They call me "snap and pop... "

'cause I'll snap

and pop your ass in the mouth.

Don't mess with me.

Better watch your back.

Even in the shower,

eatin' at picnics...

you better watch your

goddamn back. Make a right.

There's my crib.

And there goes your stakeout.

Turn down here.

I know a shortcut.

She just turned the lights out.

You're up, sport.

What the hell is

wrong with you? It's me!

Don't take that tone with me.

I should crack

your thick- ass skull right now.

Leaving me here all alone!

Is this the kind of father

that you're gonna be?

I'll move back to Riverside.

Don't think that I won't.

Would you calm down?

What's up with the hair

and that suit?

You look like you stepped out

of a casket!

Calm down!

You know I ain't killed nobody.

It's me.

You know I need you.

Why you think

I came over here so fast?

I'm worried about you.

I'm sorry.

You know I love you.

She just

turned the lights back on.

Let's go.

Who is this?

And what is he doing here?

That's...

James Russell,

Channel 12 News.

The weatherman?

What are you doing with him?

That's just my white friend.

He gonna help me

get outta this mess.

But what about Carmine

and the money you owe him?

Don't worry about that

'cause he's lyin'.

I do not owe him no $25,000!

I owe him $7,000.

He added on interest.

I don't even know why I asked.

I'm sorry. Calm down.

Don't worry about it.

- How you doin'?

- I'm OK.

How the baby doin'?

He fine.

How my baby boy doin'?

You ain't

worrying about nothin'.

My baby come out with two toes,

I'm gonna kick your ass.

You've had the sonogram?

- What?

- What?

Sonogram? Did a three- part

expos a few years back...

on pre- natal health care.

We discovered that not only...

Police. Open the door.

We know you're in there.

In a minute!

I don't know what else to say.

Gimme your pager number.

What for?

Open this f***ing door,

or we're gonna break it in!

Anything go wrong, you page me.

You can reach me there.

Everything gonna be all right.

I'll take care of him.

- Police!

- Wait a minute!

Do you have a warrant?

What do you want?

We want your boyfriend.

Window!

You can't keep busting...

Shut up!

Wait for me!

Come on!

What the hell

are you shooting at?

He's a cop killer!

Don't be

trying to kill everybody.

For Christ's sake!

Right here. This is it.

Turn here.

All you've been doing

is bitchin'...

ever since we got together.

So I'm bitching.

I'm not used to getting shot at.

I'm not used to people getting

me into sh*t, so shut up.

That French dude

who killed those cops...

had a stamp on his hand

from this club.

A lot of Euro- trash

hang out here.

We're gonna go in here.

If we see him,

we're gonna call the cops...

get him busted,

and clear my name tonight.

Can I handle this?

Good evening.

James Russell, Channel 12 News.

We're doing

a report on local nightclubs.

I'd like to ask you

a few questions.

Oh, you're

the investigative reporter.

Yes, I am.

Get the f*** out of here.

You got

a lot of pull in this town.

I could do a report

on this shithole...

that'd close it down forever.

F*** that.

If we can't go

to the Red Camel...

Red Camel comes to us.

What are you talking about?

Just come on.

- Where are you going?

- Shut the hell up.

Bring your ass on.

Gimme a quarter.

Hurry up and gimme a quarter!

Who are you calling?

It's Mike Vermishki.

Remember me?

You done f***ed with me

for the last time!

There's a bomb in the building!

That's right!

A goddamn bomb in the building!

Get your ass out...

F*** you!

There's a bomb in the building,

and it's fixin' to blow!

You better get your ass out

right now!

You have crossed the f***ing...

Watch this.

Five, four, three...

two, one.

Move it!

Voil.

That's him right there.

That's one right there.

- You sure?

- I'm sure!

That b*tch fine.

Wait a minute.

Let's go.

This is crazy.

What the hell is...

When we get in here,

you don't say nothin'.

Only two white people

walked in here.

Keep your mouth shut, you'll

be the first one to walk out.

And another thing.

You ain't white, you mixed.

Your mama black and your daddy

Puerto Rican if they ask you.

What?

Aaron here?

Franklin want to talk to him.

Aaron don't know

no damn Franklin.

How the hell you know?

Tell him I was there when he

shot Baby Bro at MacArthur Park.

Where'd he shoot Baby Bro?

At MacArthur Park,

you big dumb...

Where'd he shoot him?

In the ass! Everybody know

he got shot in the ass!

Don't ever play me like that,

player- hater.

I'm sorry.

I was just playin'.

Black bastard.

What's happening?

What's up?

I tried calling you,

couldn't get through.

But anyway, I need your help.

I need some gats on credit.

Again?

Again? Last time,

you know that wasn't my mistake.

That was Little Johnny

who f***ed up the money.

You know Little Johnny

is Invisible Johnny now, right?

I went to the funeral.

That was f***ed up what you did.

It was a closed casket

and everything.

But I appreciate this

if you do this.

You get me two courtside...

if it goes seven games,

on the floor...

and I don't mean

behind the backboard.

I gave you the wrong tickets

by mistake.

It's done.

If it goes 700 games, I got you.

Done.

What the f*** is this sh*t?

He's cool. He's just

a reporter from Channel 5 News.

Reporter?

What the hell...

What's he reporting on,

my lifestyle?

He gonna help me out!

Help you do what?

Help me to clear my name!

You f*** me up here...

the only thing your name

is gonna be good for...

is a goddamn tombstone.

He don't know nothin'

about you. He here for me.

He don't know nothin' about

the hos, guns, and drugs.

I won't bring no sh*t

down on you.

Look at me now.

How far we go back?

Elementary?

Jump rope?

Hide- and- go- seek?

Pitty- pat?

Red light, green light?

What would our mamas say

see us like this?

All the stuff we been through?

We boys.

Cool?

Come with me.

So you say you got problems?

Itty- bitty,

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