N.Y.C. Underground Page #3

doin' that.

The collector.

Hey, yo, jefe?

I got a source

that'll soon tell me

who the f***in'

raton is.

My cousin, who works

for the Brooklyn task force,

he's bangin' this hot chick

from the feds.

- Please. Save the story.

- ( Door opens )

- Hey, yo, Simon.

- Yeah, smalls.

You got a visitor.

Fellas.

Ernesto.

How delightful

to see you, man.

Good to see you.

Sorry it took so long.

The traffic was f***ed.

- It was unbelievable.

- Simon:
Yeah, huh?

Whew! So i brought that kid

with me tonight... Dylan.

I figured you guys

could have a little chat.

( Hip-hop music playing )

( Squeals, giggles )

By the way that you

touch me, touch me

i knew you

liked me, liked me

shorty, get a hit of this

and you gonna love me

you ain't doing nothing

so why you wanna mug me?

And i know

you don't like me

- but get a hit of this and

you gon' love me... - yeow!

D.J.:
Brooklyn, where ya all

at? Put 'em up! Put 'em up!

Breaking bricks down

like kung-fu

there they got bass like

the trunk do, trunk do...

D.J.:
Move it to the left a little.

Move it to the left a little.

Me, i like that.

I like that right there.

New York, baby,

let's go, let's get it.

- ( Jessica shouts ) - if we want a hand,

we'll earn the stage show too

so learn from one and let

the goons come through

niggs all around me, make

you get eight like nothing

shorties never want to leave

me and i know you want to be me

'cause i stay so high

next guy, they wanna be me

hos go nuts

when my doors go up

and my pimps sell dope,

i get the ho coked up

for free, motherf***er,

i just f*** her on up...

Look, Simon, i know the

clubs have been good to you,

but this kid could

bring in whole new markets,

you know? He's... he's

got contacts in all those,

you know, ritzy private

schools on the eastside.

Right? These are rich kids,

lots of expendable income.

Simple economics, you know?

- Huh?

- You know my weaknesses.

Let's meet this young

man of yours, shall we?

Great.

You won't regret it.

( Muffled music thumping,

people chattering )

( Keys clink )

- ( Dance music playing )

- Sam:
Yo yo, this is crazy.

This party's nuts though.

This is crazy.

See that pink?

You were right, man.

Hey, yo.

Yo!

- You Dylan?

- Yeah.

Mr. delacorte

wants to see you.

That's that guy

you've been talking about.

I know him!

Okay, big man.

- Babe... Simon?

- Yeah, i gotta do something.

I'll be back in a minute,

i promise, okay?

- This way, homeboy.

- Son of a b*tch.

You!

This is

f***ing cool, man!

You know, Dylan wanted

me to go with him.

I... i decided

to stay.

Why?

Gotta make sure you're good.

You know, this is Brooklyn.

- Yeah, Brooklyn's dope.

- Anything could happen.

I'm just being prepared. I'm

always prepared. See this?

What you gonna do,

cologne them to death?

No, this is pepper spray.

This is some serious stuff.

Don't! Give me that

before you hurt yourself.

Guess I'm gonna have

to protect you now.

Then I'm winning.

D.J.:
All right, ladies,

you know what it is, man.

We party here till 6:00

in the morning.

Ain't no rules,

ain't nothing to worry about.

I'm the man 'round here

if you ask about me,

I'm the man 'round here

I'm the man

'round here

if you ask about me,

I'm the man 'round here

yeah, I'm the man

'round here...

( Rapping in patois )

Hey, Dylan!

Dylan!

Logan:

Excuse me.

D.J.:

Brooklyn, stand up!

Ladies, take your

panties off, man!

This must be the enterprising

young man I've been informed about.

( Laughs )

You only get one chance

to make a first impression.

Now Ernie here tells me that

you wanna be in business with me.

- Absolutely.

- Absolutely!

( Laughter )

Privilege sure does build

confidence, doesn't it?

- Ernie:
Mm-hmm.

- Why?

- What? - Why do you want to be

in business with a man like me?

I mean, you obviously

don't need the money.

But this isn't about

circumstances, is it?

- Black, white...

- ( Phone ringing )

...rich or poor...

- Yeah, what's up, primo? - Circumstances

are for faggots, aren't they?

( Laughs )

Yeah.

Yeah, all right,

thanks.

You see, men are guided

by their desires.

You desire to leave

your circumstances.

- Oh yeah.

- You desire to turn your back

on the safety net

of vanilla-land over there

and get a little... a little

downtown sprinkled on you.

Maybe have some

excitement, take some risks,

maybe make a little pocket change

you don't have to ask daddy for.

That'd be

a good thing, right?

Hey, boss...

( Whispers )

See, Ernie...

Ernie here is different.

- ( Chuckling )

- He has needs.

- He needs to feel important.

- Yeah, f*** right, he does.

See, Ernie,

Ernie needs

to be more than just

a chauffer.

That's why he's

brought you to me.

And Ernie needs to be

more than just my collector,

and that's why he's

introduced me into your world.

- That's right.

- That's right.

He also needs

to prove to the FBI

that he knows all

about my operations,

and that is why

Ernie's a dead man.

Simon...

( Groaning )

Holy f***, man!

Dude, what the f*** is that?

( Screaming, coughing )

Dylan:

Whoa, man!

- ( Moans )

- Jesus Christ, man! Yo, listen to me!

- I-i did not mean to...

- ( Mocking stammer )

No. See, Dylan...

you didn't think.

You just desired.

- ( Blows thudding )

- ( Ernie groaning )

Sh*t, man.

Dude, you can't do this.

No, see, i can

because this is my world

and my desires rule.

- I can... i can pay you.

- Look... what?

- Let me pay you, man!

- I'm sure you can.

( Sobs )

Kill him.

- Logan:
No, wait! Stop! Run, Dylan, run!

- ( Gunshots )

- ( Gunshot )

- Save it, save it, save it.

- Save it, save it. Get rid of him.

- ( Ernie coughs )

- Ernie:
Please, Simon.

- We got a small problem.

Oh God.

( Moaning )

It's the time

to get the fever going

it's the time

to get the fever going...

- Yo, watch yourself!

- There they are, there they are.

Let's go... over there.

Go go!

We gotta go! Let's go! Guys,

come on! We gotta get outta here!

Chloe!

Come on, let's go!

Go go go go!

Chloe, Chloe!

- We gotta go.

- We gotta go now!

Move move!

- Hey, ow!

- Hey, this dude is crazy. Come on.

- Dylan:
Let's go! Come on, come on.

- Jessica:
Dylan, what the f***?

- Logan:
The limo, the limo!

- Dylan:
Go! Get in the f***ing car.

- Dylan, what's... i don't...

- come on, come on.

- ( Shrieks )

- F***!

F*** f***.

Ohhh.

Oh God,

Ernie.

- ( Screaming )

- Sh*t! Come on! Where's the f***ing subway?

Go! We gotta go now! We gotta go.

- Let's go!

- Sam:
Yo, Dylan, wait up.

- Chloe:
Please wait. Dylan.

- Come on, come on!

- ( Walkie chirps )

- Yo, d, i see 'em. We're gonna get 'em.

Come on.

The train, come on!

The train.

- ( Shouting )

- Logan:
Come on.

Come on, go!

Sam:

What are we running from?

- Run!

- Chloe:
Dylan, slow down!

Go go go go go!

- Go!

- Sh*t, it's closed.

- Jessica:
Wait wait wait.

- Logan:
Over here!

Over here. We can get through. Come on.

- We can get through.

- Go go go. Come on, man.

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