Money Talks Page #6

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Forty thousand.

One hundred and forty thousand

is the bid.

And 150, still.

That's the one.

That's not it.

Do I hear 500,000?

And 500,000 I do.

And 550?

Five hundred and fifty thousand

there.

And 600,000 here.

And 650,000 there.

That's not it.

That's beautiful.

What do you mean?

That's not it.

The next item up on the block...

is a 1951 Jaguar XK- 140

roadster...

custom built

for Princess Grace of Monaco.

Mint condition.

Bidding will commence

at $100,000.

- This is the one.

- You sure?

- I'm positive.

- Thank God.

One hundred and five.

Lovely 105.

Who'll give me 110?

One hundred and ten

there now.

Now 115.

One hundred and fifteen is bid.

Do I hear 120?

One hundred and twenty

is now the bid.

One hundred and twenty five?

One hundred and twenty five

here.

And 130?

One hundred and thirty

to you, sir?

One hundred and thirty he does.

One hundred and thirty

is now the bid.

Do I hear 135?

One hundred and thirty five

to the gentleman taking aim...

at this mechanical masterpiece.

Do I hear 140?

The gentleman

who's welcoming all challengers.

Do I hear 145?

One hundred and forty five

bid to my right now.

Suck my dick.

I believe that's 150.

What are you doing?

Stop it.

Do I hear 155?

Still bidding strong now.

Do I hear 160?

One hundred and sixty

is bid in time to my left now.

Who is this guy?

I don't know.

I gotta use the bathroom.

I'll be right back.

We're in the middle of...

Who'll go 165,000?

Hello, police?

Y'all need to come out

to the auto auction right now.

The cop killer's down here.

They down here.

They shooting and sh*t.

Slapping people.

They acting a fool!

Cops wanna talk to you.

They on their way.

They wanna know

where to pick you up at.

You're dead.

The cops are on their way!

Hold up!

One of them dressed in black...

and the other one

dressed in a f***ed- up tuxedo.

Hurry up!

People dying here!

One hundred and seventy five.

Still bidding strong.

Do I hear 180?

One hundred and eighty

is now the bid there.

One hundred and eighty five

thousand...

What the f*** is going on here?

What the hell

you doing down here?

You and I are gonna settle this

right here, right now.

Thanks to you,

I'm wanted for murder now, too.

I want some answers.

Me and Guy just down here

checking out some fly rides...

and macking some hos

and chillin'.

Imagine that.

Just like a "G" Dawg

on a fly tip...

flossin' with the posse,

cuttin' in the crib.

What the f*** does that mean?

I don't wanna have

to beat your ass...

but I will beat your ass!

Stay the f*** out of my face!

I'll be right back.

- You f***ed up.

- You like that?

You done f***ed up now!

F***er.

F***in' with me?

Two hundred forty.

Do I hear 240,000?

Two hundred and forty thousand

bid there.

Two hundred and fifty thousand

if you wish, sir.

How you doing?

He won't give up.

Let's get out.

At 250,000, if you wish.

F*** him.

Two hundred and fifty thousand

dollars!

Two hundred and fifty thousand

dollars is bid here.

I believe

we've lost our competitor.

Two hundred and fifty

going once. Going twice.

Sold to the gentleman there.

Thank you very much.

You the man!

I'll meet you out front.

What?

Where you at?

Frenchy!

So this James is a murderer,

is that it?

No. James is innocent.

Is this other guy

Vic Damone's son, or isn't he?

I don't know.

So what are you telling me,

he's 100% moolie?

Who cares?

I had mom make him

a mozzarella omelet.

That lying

son of a b*tch bastard.

There's no wedding.

You're not gonna marry

this James.

But we've got 300 people

coming here tomorrow.

Good. They come here,

they eat, they drink...

they sing,

they go the f*** home!

And what am I supposed

to tell them?

You tell them that our Grace

was about to be married...

to some no- good,

limp- dick bastard!

He is not limp- dicked.

I don't wanna hear that!

Please.

I love him, and I trust him.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

I'm gonna tell you something.

This James comes in here,

I break his legs.

And as far as Vic Damone Jr...

That's not Vic Damone Jr.!

What the hell am I saying?

Have a drink.

Me, too.

You sure nobody followed you?

You sure?

Yes, n*gger, I'm sure!

- Look under the table.

- What?

Look at that.

You done gone and done it now.

'Cause this scares me.

What you talking about?

This gonna take care of us

for the rest of our life.

We won't have to do sh*t else.

What we gonna do?

Where we gonna go?

We can go wherever the hell

we wanna go with this sh*t.

I was thinking about

buying a small country.

This is wrong.

This is right!

It can't get no righter!

This is the only way

out of this sh*t I'm in.

Here's the number

for this policeman.

You want me to call the cops?

You want me to call them

so they can shoot me.

My baby ain't gonna be

no fugitive.

You don't wanna call the cops,

fine.

Maybe that reporter

can clear this whole thing up.

F*** him.

And don't give me that look

'cause it ain't gonna work.

Don't even give me that look.

I see you looking at me.

One more time.

Think.

Where are my diamonds?

Gimme a kiss.

Hey, James, that you?

I want the diamonds,

or your partner's dead.

Partner? I ain't got

no goddamn partner!

Who the f*** is this?

Listen to me.

I'm with some people

who've promised to kill me...

unless you give them

those diamonds...

the ones you forgot to mention!

What diamonds?

The f***ing diamonds,

you prick!

Medulla alagata.

What?

Tell them to shoot you

in the medulla alagata...

right behind the ear.

You won't feel sh*t.

This isn't a joke.

I'm in some deep sh*t here.

Listen to me.

Three A.M.

Hangar number seven.

Long Beach airport.

Keep the diamonds

in the plastic bag.

They will be weighed.

Kiss my ass!

We meet where I say we meet,

French motherf***er.

What happened?

He hung up.

We meet on his turf,

then your ass be all alone.

Meet on my turf,

at least we got a chance.

He'll call back.

What'd I tell you?

All right, motherf***er,

this is the deal.

Watch your language!

Mama, I ain't know it you!

I ain't killed no cops.

Call me back.

Stop watching the news.

Don't be believing

everything on the news.

Who is this?

I'm listening.

This is the deal.

Fifty yard line,

Coliseum, three A.M.

And if Jimmy boy ain't alive...

you can kiss

them diamonds good- bye.

Tonight,

I'm gonna pay your ass off...

in diamonds.

Where's a piece of sh*t

like you get diamonds?

Coliseum, three A.M.

Williams.

Hey, cop.

This is Franklin Hatchett.

Meet me at the Coliseum,

three A.M.

Be there.

We'll be there.

That was Hatchett.

He wants to turn himself in.

I'm gonna go tell the captain.

No way, buddy.

This is our collar.

You and me. Us.

Let's go.

Roland, it's me.

Wake your old ass up.

What do you want?

I need you down at the booth

tonight.

I'm gonna owe you for this one.

Yo, Aaron?

Pick up the phone!

You said call you

if I need you.

I need you

at the Coliseum tonight.

Don't let a brother down.

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