New Jack City Page #5

We shut down the Carter.

Get your ass out here right now!

Now!

Stop!

What happened?

Don't nobody know nothing?

Don't everybody speak at once.

How the motherf***er get in?

Out of all you motherfuckers,

nobody knows jack sh*t?

The Duh Duh Man.

Duh Duh, what happened?

I'll be a motherf***er.

Don't nobody know nothing?

What up with this?

Somebody got to know something

was going on.

See what I'm saying?

Ain't that right, Gee Money?

I think Gee Money definitely

knows something.

Gee Money knows something.

You f***ed up. You f***ed up bigtime.

You're incapable of running this sh*t.

Sit your five-dollar ass down

before I make change.

Kareem brought him to my attention.

We got 300 employees.

I can't keep my eye on all of them.

If you was taking care of business...

What? If I was what?

Say it again!

What?!

Nothing.

That's what I thought you said.

Because that's what I got, nothing!

A million-dollar-a-week business

reduced to rubbish!

It's your responsibility.

I never liked you anyway,

pretty motherf***er.

What's the matter, Gee?

What's up with you?

Why are you letting some sh*t like who

I'm laying the pipe to f*** with you?

You're bigger than that.

Something like this

can never happen again.

Now...

...leave me.

Get the f*** out.

What Gee Money has brought together...

...let no man put asunder.

I now pronounce us man...

...and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Be not deceived.

Neither fornicators, nor idolaters...

...nor adulterers, nor abusers

of themselves with mankind...

...shall inherit the kingdom of God.

May your soul rest in peace.

Goodbye, Pookie.

The Commissioner's been

on my ass all night.

Washington is blaming us for losing

thousands of dollars in man-hours.

Not to mention all the cops

we got killed.

The operation was a failure.

We didn't arrest anyone.

No one, man.

We didn't get any evidence. Nothing.

No financial records, nothing.

We still could be out there

fighting scum like Nino Brown...

...except for two things:

I gambled on you,

and you gambled on a crackhead.

F*** that!

That's enough, man!

I'm sorry you lost your budget.

But I lost a friend.

Let it go.

Operation's over.

It's over.

It ain't over.

Pookie didn't die for nothing.

Operation's gone...

...Nino's loose, Pookie is dead.

I got Pookie killed.

Cut out this self-pitying sh*t

about you killing Pookie.

If anyone killed him it was me.

I could see it.

How you going to tell me

you killed Pookie?

Do you remember

when you said I didn't care?

When what the hell was I doing

at Pookie's funeral anyway? Remember?

I used to be Pookie.

How the hell you used to be Pookie?

I was a poor white-trash Pookie.

This whole drug sh*t, it's not

a black thing, it's not a white thing.

It's a death thing.

Death doesn't give a sh*t about color.

You don't have to like me.

I don't even know if I like you.

But we're in this together now, partner.

You know, a drug dealer

is the worst kind of brother.

He won't sell it to his sister.

He won't sell it to his mother.

But he'll sell it

to his boys in the street.

I don't know about you...

...but I'm ready to kill Nino Brown.

Are you with me?

I'm ahead of you.

Behind door number 1,

your head explodes like a melon.

Behind door 2, you hook us up with

Gee Money and get the prize, Nino Brown.

Let's make a deal.

You and me always had an understanding.

Besides, I needed a haircut, right?

My cugino and his friend are hungry.

And I got a feeling

that they can cut you a sweeter deal...

...than any Peruvian.

Enough to maybe throw in

a finder's fee for me.

If I swim with this offer...

You wanted to meet the main man, that's

done. From now on you deal with me...

...and me only.

You will cut me a side deal.

And you will be obligated

to report to me...

...and me only.

Give me your number.

Don Armeteo.

Nino is about to itch.

- What the f*** is up?

- What's up? Play ball, that's what.

Check!

Can I help you?

I'm here to see Gee Money.

- What's up with these elbows?

- Sucker!

I don't know you.

You know him?

Hold up. I know him. He's cool.

Ease back, playboy. Ease back.

How you feeling, Gee Money, my man?

What's up with your man?

Pat him down.

Pat him down!

It's like that?

What the f*** is this?

I don't know you, that's what.

I know you're my man's new contact...

...but I don't trust you.

So since you're interrupting my game,

get the f*** out.

Mr. Money?

Please escort Mr. Washington

off the court. Take him down the block.

And if this dreadlocked

boomboorah even blinks wrong...

...you lullaby his ass.

Don't forget what we talked about

before at Frankie's.

I'm definitely going to be

the next king.

Yo, Keish, I seen that boy

somewhere before.

That's right, I checked him out myself.

He cooler than a fan.

And the product is 60% cheaper

than what the brothers is paying now.

That will free up

a whole lot of money...

...to do a lot of other things.

Like, maybe take over

another city project?

All right, let's roll with it.

We build and get stronger.

Most definite. Most definite.

Money, I'll tell you something.

If he's not who he says he is...

...I'll kill him.

Then I'll kill you.

I don't trust Mr. Washington. So I want

him to stick to me like flies to sh*t.

When I was young, I was a member

of this gang called the L.A. Boys.

- Lennox Ave.

- You know it.

The leader, Jughead, told me to prove

my loyalty, I had to snuff somebody out.

It was like, "No problem. "

I said, "An enemy?"

He said, "No, that's too easy. "

"It's got to be an ordinary mo. "

So I rode down to 23rd.

Copped me a bag of that

Red Devil angel dust.

I got so zooted.

I walked up on this lady. She must have

been a schoolteacher or something.

I was so f***ing crazy, man,

I didn't even care.

I stepped to her.

I didn't even stay to see her body drop.

I just ran.

You must think I'm a demon.

I guess what you was doing...

...it was like business, right?

It wasn't personal.

My brother...

...it's always business.

Never personal.

- Tell your moms I want some bean pies.

- Can I get some?

Come on in, little man.

Two for you.

Two for you.

- Hold up, pop.

- Get your butt out of here, now.

I can take care of you too, old man.

You better take care of yourself,

because you an ignorant bastard.

You committing genocide

on your people...

...with these silk suits and fancy cars.

Step off, grandpa.

Idol worshiper.

You killing your own people with the

white devils you put in that bottle.

You an idolater.

Reverend Oates,

why are you with this scum?

Shut up!

Nino, let me smoke this old dude.

Look at you.

In 2 years, they'll be

marking your gravesite.

Me? I'll be right here.

All you kids,

get out of here!

These kids...

...all these people

gather around you like you God Almighty.

Like you love them.

Devils ain't got no love.

You're killing your people.

What can you offer them?

Another "I have a dream" speech?

Some of that same sh*t

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