Money Talks Page #7

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Hatchett, drop the gun!

What the f*** y'all doing?

It's just for protection.

Don't you even scratch

your skinny, stanky ass...

or you're f***ing dead.

Wait a minute!

I'm the motherf***er

who called y'all.

The dude you're looking

for is on his way.

Y'all just calm the f*** down.

Y'all gonna get medals

for this sh*t.

I'm helping y'all out.

Y'all trying to kill a n*gger.

Hand over the gun!

I ain't handing over sh*t.

Hand over that gun right now.

How do I know y'all

ain't gonna shoot me?

I'm gonna shoot you

if you don't!

I'm gonna shoot, then!

We'll be dead motherfuckers!

- Hand over the gun!

- Shoot, then, shoot!

Shut the f*** up!

I ain't putting nothing down.

Nobody's gonna shoot you

if you hand me the gun.

You gotta trust somebody.

I don't trust nobody.

Lower the gun.

You lower your gun.

Hand it over to me.

Nobody wants to die.

Come on, nice and easy.

Just hand me the gun.

If I give you the gun,

and he shoots me...

I'm gonna kick your ass.

He will not shoot you

if you give me the gun.

Control that white boy.

Backup's on the way...

and you're gonna tell me

where the diamonds are.

What are you talking about,

backup's on the way?

And whoever said something

about diamonds?

Lieutenant, what the hell's

going on around here?

You son of a b*tch.

You just killed my partner.

You just killed

your goddamn partner!

This is your gun.

Where are the diamonds?

You have my diamonds.

You three go that way.

You two go with Guido.

Find Franklin

and hold him for me.

Hey, Roland, wake up, man!

I know you're watching me!

These motherfuckers

are trying to kill me!

Wake the f*** up!

I need you right now!

Put me on the screen!

Bonjour, motherf***er.

Listen up. This is the deal.

Let my boy go, and

I'm gonna give you your sh*t.

So you can stop

f***ing with me...

and take your old ass

back to France.

He does make a strong point.

Come on.

Get up.

I got $15 million in diamonds.

Sounds to me like you

promised them to someone else.

I don't know

who the hell that is.

I know who it is,

but I didn't say...

we was the only people

that wanted the diamonds...

but I'm the only one

who know where they at.

I got a feeling

I put a bullet in your nuts...

you're gonna tell me

where they're at.

Stop playing.

You can't shoot

a n*gger in his nuts.

I need my nuts.

If you kill me,

you won't find them diamonds.

You need me. Trust me.

Believe in me.

What about them?

Forget them.

I figure for 10 million,

your boys will do their thing.

Ten million?

I thought it was 15 million.

What you think I'm doing

all this running around for?

I want some diamonds, too.

I ain't doing this sh*t

for free.

Look at your stingy ass.

The second we get those stones,

stick him.

Watch out!

One more step!

I was just going

to get diamonds.

Then get 'em for me now.

Fuse time, 20 seconds.

Or was it 10?

I'm ready for another close- up,

Mr. DeMille.

What the f***'s wrong with you?

What you shootin' for?

I'm the only motherf***er that

know where the diamonds is...

so if you kill me,

you won't find 'em.

So tell your boys

to stop shooting...

or you ain't getting sh*t.

I want to report a shootout at...

I'll hold.

You're messing up everything.

Shut up and keep moving.

Who the f*** you shooting at?

I want those diamonds!

Come on!

First, I'm gonna shoot

your right knee.

Then I'm gonna shoot

the other one.

You got that, homey?

Until you tell me

where my diamonds are.

That really must have hurt.

Kick his ass!

We gotta go.

Don't you ever say

I'm your goddamn homey!

OK, what?

OK, we done f***ed up!

Listen.

I'm sorry I got you busted.

I want you to know,

for what it's worth...

I never doubted you.

Never once.

That ain't worth sh*t now

'cause we fixin' to die!

But thanks anyway.

You're welcome.

Hold this.

That was beautiful.

Follow me.

Let's go.

We almost there.

I get the feeling you stole from

the wrong bunch of bad guys.

You're right.

This sh*t ain't worth dying for.

I'm gonna give 'em

what they want.

F*** this.

Sweet Jesus.

We surrender!

Stop, everybody!

We surrender!

We were just bullshitting.

I got your sh*t.

Is this what you want?

Come and get it!

Don't worry.

He won't get far.

And that's when

the L.A. Coliseum...

turned into a virtual war zone.

Among the dead,

Raymond Villard...

leader of a highly sophisticated

international smuggling ring...

and the man responsible

for Friday's prison break.

Also dead, LAPD detective

Bobby Pickett.

A dirty cop

who was Villard's inside man.

I have with me now

Franklin Hatchett...

the man once believed

to be responsible...

for the events and the chaos

that led to last night's mayhem.

Anything you'd like to add?

First of all,

I told y'all I was innocent.

For those y'all

that thought I was guilty...

y'all know what y'all can do.

Mama, I love you. I'm OK.

Paula, I love you, too.

I'm gonna be home later on.

We gonna party.

Cook some chicken

and some cornbread...

and some kool- aid...

and I'm gonna be back

at the car wash Monday morning.

Everything on sale,

half price. Peace out!

Thank you.

I'm James Russell.

This has been

a Channel 12 News exclusive.

If anyone can show just cause...

why this couple

should not be wed...

please speak now

or forever hold your peace.

The ring, please?

That's not the ring.

No sh*t.

Relax.

It's a wedding gift. Take it.

This is a sacred event.

I know it's sacred.

This is sacred, too.

Just take it. It's legal.

Don't nobody know about it.

How many did you keep?

Enough.

Now get married.

Take it.

Lord, forgive me.

He will.

You may now kiss the bride.

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