New Jack City Page #2

that joint is big.

We're talking about

combinating and consolidating.

You're taking over The Carter?

We taking over The Carter. We going to

bum-rush the whole damn thing.

Now just imagine,

if the tenants cooperate, it's lovely.

They become loyal customers.

If they don't, f*** it. It's like

in Beirut, they become live-in hostages.

We going to set up a lab here

to make the product.

You hook up the computer, watch out for

the workers, the money and the product.

The Duh Duh Man, Keisha,

we need security...

...to ward off the rival crews,

screen customers.

We also need lookouts...

...here, here and here.

Alert us of 5-0.

One place to make the product,

one place to collect our money.

We will own this f***ing city.

You's a genius, man. A pure, un...

Unadulterated. Would you please shut

the f*** up before you have a seizure?

Hey, man, suck my dick.

It's a brilliant plan.

But one thing does concern me, though.

That curry-goat-eating, skinny-ass

Fat Smitty.

He controls the Carter.

Time to sing that fat b*tch a lullaby.

Rock-a-bye baby.

He'll be hanging with Elvis.

Damn.

Crack.

Hey, dreadlocks. What did Bombock

have to say? That b*tch!

Let me speak with you.

Rastaman, I'm here to tell you

Nino Brown says...

...your services are no longer

needed in the community.

That's how you kill somebody. You get

right up on the motherf***er and blam!

Blow his brains all over the sidewalk

in broad daylight.

Rock-a-bye baby.

Brother, I think there's been

a little misunderstanding.

Now look, you are going to give up

those apartments, huh?

And you are going to turn over

control of the Carter.

Because if you don't...

...this shotgun blows your big,

fat head off...

...before you can get

your clothes back on.

Is that clear?

Living

Living just enough

Living just for the city

Living living living just enough

And now we're living

Living

Just enough

For the city

For the New Jack City

Do things do things do things

Bad things with it

Do things do things do things

Bad things with it

Almighty dollar

People don't let money

Don't let money change you

Don't let money change it

For the love of money

People will steal from their brother

For the love of money

People will rob their own mother

Money money

Just enough

For the city I live in

Living in a New

Jack

City

If you just say "no,"

what will you say "yes" to?

We say "yes" to education.

We say "yes" to dedication.

We climb up...

...to a higher station

of new spiritual motivation...

...to make a positive impact

on our nation.

Sergeant, I'm talking to you.

I want to know how drug pushers can take

over an entire apartment building...

...right under your nose.

If you lived in The Carter Apartments,

there'd be cops all over the place.

Hey, don't walk away. Listen to me!

I fought for this country. We pay taxes

and we're prisoners in our home.

I told the Commissioner

you were running late.

- You got those files?

- Right here.

Let's hope he buys it.

Peretti and Appleton. No way, Stone.

Who else you got?

- They're the ones I need.

- You kidding me?

Nick Peretti almost killed his partner

in a chase, Appleton's on suspension.

Probation.

Semantics, Stone.

These 2 are trouble.

You and I know the system

wasn't ready for this epidemic.

Crack came on the scene

and spread like wildfire.

But now I got the mayor

and the governor on my back...

...and I need some results. Fast.

You get me Nino Brown.

Forget Peretti and Appleton.

The risk is too high.

With all due respect, sir...

...you still don't get it.

You're not giving me what I need

to win this war.

I need cops that know these streets.

I need new jack cops

to take down a new jack gangster.

What you call a risk...

...I think is our only shot.

You got your men.

But I don't want any waves.

Not a goddamn ripple.

Who the hell is this

psychedelic blotter-acid fool?

Be cool.

This is Detective Nick Peretti, a crazy

motorcycle-freak, reject cop, like you.

A wild man no one else wanted.

He means I'm expendable.

Whatever, man. What did you

come here for? To watch me exercise?

I came here to lay a name on you.

Nino Brown?

His sidekick, "Gee Money" Wells?

Call themselves

the Cash Money Brothers.

Used to stickup twobit jewelry stores.

Yeah, thrill-seekers, wanna-be gangsters.

I hate them. So what's up?

What's up is this.

We need some evidence.

Evidence of murder, drug trafficking...

...racketeering, tax evasion. Anything.

We've never been able

to make anything stick on Brown.

No sh*t. 1/3 of the department's

on Nino's payroll.

The other 2/3 don't care

unless it affects their community.

What you saying?

Listen.

I've been authorized to set up...

...an independent drug-fighting unit

and I'm picking you.

- Why me?

- What do you mean, why you?

You're from the neighborhood. I can

trust you. And I know you give a sh*t.

So what's the catch?

There's no catch, man.

Why you got to say that?

Because I know your ass, Stone.

Peretti goes with you.

This big biscuit-head looking...

Listen! It's not going to be another

one of your wild-ass solo acts.

Peretti is the only cop I could find

crazy enough to team up with you.

This is my shot.

And you f*** up, it's all on me.

I want to thank you because you know

I want to get back in this war.

But this guy, man...

You in or out?

I'm in, all right?

What do you mean,

Frazier won't give up the apartments?

I'm not asking him, I'm telling him!

I'll handle that fat bastard myself!

- We're honored.

- No, I'm honored. Really.

We understand you have

a new Peruvian connection.

So what of it?

We know you've started to centralize

operations at the Carter.

And you didn't notify Don Armeteo,

who takes such things as an insult.

Your point?

My point is you f***ing guys are cutting

us out of our agreed upon 10%.

It's time we renegotiate.

I'll tell you what, message boy.

You go back and tell Don Armeteo:

No renegotiating. F*** that.

The Cash Money Brothers

are a self-contained unit now.

But you come see me next week.

And I'll hook you up with some of them

collard green linguinis and sh*t.

Chicken Alfredo. Chitlins Alfredo.

Maybe get a better suit!

F*** you.

Nino, I don't know.

Frankie's an all-right guy.

F*** them scungili - eating motherfuckers.

This is our thing. They don't want

to roll with it, we'll roll over them.

This moolanyan must have an MX missile

instead of a cock, he gets so high.

Our snitch was right.

Nino and his Cash Money monkeys...

...are dealing with those spicaroos

up on Broadway and 171 st.

They don't even deny it.

Nor does he accept

our partnership no more.

Now, Gee Money, he was cool.

It was that testa dura, Nino.

You know what I say. You lay down with

Peruvian dogs, you get Spanish fleas.

Soon Nino will itch.

We'll be there

to scratch the hell out of him.

Suspects hand out consumables

and the natives are restless.

Yo, shut the f*** up, man.

Ten years as a low-life, murderous bum.

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