New Jack City Page #4

It's time to let it show

Music is funky

Girls are so fly

So sweet and fine

Gee Money, come here,

come here, come here.

That the skeezer you met

at Frankie's strip joint?

Yeah, Uniqua.

What's up, brother?

You f***ing her correctly, or what?

Once, but I just met her. You know,

I need time to get to know her.

I heard that.

Lord, have mercy.

You want to play rough?

Say hello to my little friend.

The world is mine.

And the brothers too, now.

Don't forget us.

The world is yours, Nino.

Only you won't be as careless

as Tony Montana, now will you?

You absolutely right.

I like this girl of yours.

He ain't got no papers

or a leash on me.

You know what happens

when dogs don't have a leash.

They run the streets

and f*** everything in sight.

It's true. I ain't got no papers

or no leash on her.

But nothing comes between us.

The world is mine!

All mine!

What the f*** are you doing up there?

A man like you, Nino,

needs to leave a legacy.

A son. A mark to let the world know

that he was here.

You know, you absolutely right.

Sh*t. It ain't like I ain't

been trying. Ain't that right?

She can't have kids.

She can't f***, either.

Maybe that's why she can't have no kids.

That ain't right, man.

That ain't right.

- She can't?

- She can't.

Too bad.

You're goddamn right that's too bad.

Nino, you need to go get your girl.

You're right. I tell you what.

If I was you, I'd be looking

for the pimples on her booty.

Why the f*** did you have

to say that sh*t?

I told you before she couldn't

make no babies!

I love you!

And now you're taking me for granted.

How can you do that?

This is corny!

This is soap-opera sh*t!

- You act like I owe you something.

- You do.

I don't owe you jack.

Okay, you did give me

a couple of books to read.

And helped me build the brothers. But I

was your ticket out of a boring life...

...when your rich doctor daddy was

making house calls at Harlem General.

What's up with that? Right?

When your kleptomaniac mother

was housing sh*t in Bloomingdales.

Don't throw no sh*t in my face...

You ever touch me again, I'll...

Yeah, I'm aware of that situation.

Stone, your man hired an ex-dealer.

I know it seems a little unconventional.

Appleton and Peretti report to me.

- Is it out of control?

- Don't worry.

Don't blow this.

- Does the Commissioner know about this?

- No, not yet.

Good.

I told you about that new-jack-cop sh*t.

I give you a chance and you hire a

notorious crackhead. What's with you?

Why don't you get off my dick?

When you're ready to put your sideline

ass on the frontline, let me know.

Excuse me. Is this

some kind of black thing?

Yes, it is, so keep your

toy Mafia butt out of it!

F*** the Mafia! I'm going to wax

your high-yellow, narrow-ass butt!

Cool it!

Relax, all right?

If you won't handle this,

why don't you send the white boy...

...inside the Carter with

the National Guard?

What we need is a videotape

of this whole operation.

We need evidence of the

financial records to make it work.

I work there. I'm the lookout from

...in one of the apartment windows.

I had to fill out an application.

They asked if I still got high.

They remember me from before.

Because I was one of their first loyal

customers. I used to get f***ed up.

Cracker barrel, cracker ass.

I got it, I got it.

This belt is really a video camera.

These wire transmitters will be

taped to you for sound.

It'll send your communication to us,

as well as sounds and images around you.

It will also pick up

sh*t you can't even hear.

You'll be great.

You're the best man for this job.

You're a f***ing genius.

Your mother.

Pookie, we're counting on you.

You can help us bring down CMB.

Try this on.

You with it?

I'm with it, man.

Let's roll with it.

Put it on.

Pookie, come here, man.

Come here.

You know, I told Gee Money

how good you been.

How you've been bringing in

lots of customers.

And you're just a lookout.

Anything that makes them

more money they like.

This might be it.

We're promoting you.

Check it out.

Soon. Let's get going with it.

Jackpot! System!

He's inside! Yes!

This kid's been bringing us

a lot of business.

I'd like to take a shot

at one of those computer terminals.

- Can you program PASCAL?

- Can a white man dance?

I guess not. But people change,

they lose interest.

Today's your lucky day, homeboy.

I'm promoting your ass.

You still on the pipe?

No way.

Good. Real good.

Because you'll be working

in the Drug Store.

I'm glad you got confidence in me.

See you.

- Keep an eye on that kid.

- Why? What's wrong?

He's light-fingered.

Keep an eye on the product.

I don't think Pookie's ready

to be in a room full of crack.

I'm ready. Don't I look ready now?

I was born ready.

Ready to die.

Stay out of this.

He's already on the inside.

With a little more time...

...we'll have enough information

to put Nino away for good.

In my opinion, we get him out...

If I want your opinion, I'll give it.

I'm against it.

- But it's your call.

- And your funeral.

We told them, man.

Ready? Sh*t.

You better be ready,

because you owe a lot of people.

You owe me. You owe yourself.

You owe the whole community.

You even owe my mother.

Yeah, that's right.

A junkie just like you

killed my mother in 1974.

Didn't take money or jewelry.

Just took her life.

I don't know what you got left in your

so-called rehabilitated body.

But you better find something

because you owe a lot of people.

A lot of people. You owe, Pook.

You got skim milk in them titties?

One and a-two and a-three and a-four...

I'll give you something to look at.

Superfly, there's something wrong

with your boy.

What's happening with Pookie?

I have no idea.

You should, he's your plant.

Cool out. You're jumping the gun.

But something's wrong with your guy.

"Four score and seven years... "

- Is that a secret code for help?

- No, it's a black thing.

I'm tired of your stuff.

I'm tired of this dude.

What's wrong, fool?

Just doing a workout. This is

a tough job. Got to stay in shape.

A workout like this

boosts worker morale.

You think I'm stupid.

You're a high motherf***er.

You 5-0?

- Sh*t! His cover's blown!

- Let's go!

Are you 5-0?!

Take him outside...

...and kill him!

And blow the building!

Help me! I'm going to die!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Let me through!

I'll do the b*tch!

Clear!

Police! Get out! Come on!

- Nothing here!

- Let's get out of here!

Come here. Hold on.

Keep your head down.

Scotty!

Where the hell are you?

Touch him, it blows.

- Do this.

- There's too many wires.

Pick one.

Come on!

Light! I can't see! Give me a light!

Hold it there.

Scotty, on 3...

...I want you to slowly,

gently pull out the blue wire.

One.

One's the ground.

Which?

- I don't know!

- 3 seconds left!

I knew it! You ain't nothing

but a high-priced whore.

Put Nino on, b*tch.

It's for you.

What's up?

I know you're having a good time,

but we were infiltrated.

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