New Orleans Page #7
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- Year:
- 1947
- 90 min
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- What I do?
- You bought dope.
I watched you buy dope,
now stand the f*** up.
Put your hands on the car
I didn't buy nothing, man.
No? What's this?
- Officer, please...
- Please what?
- I don't how that sh*t got in there
- You don't?
- No, Sir.
- Did I put it there?
No, Sir.
- Just some freak occurence?
- Yes, Sir.
Was that what you're gonna
tell the judge then?
Maybe you'll get lucky, and he'd be a
football fans.
- You know who I am.
- Oh, I know who you are.
Then why you wanna f*** my life for?
I gotta spend a night and that's gonna
knock me out the draft.
I'm sure you'll get a contract or some
kind eventually, Sh*t!
You run the 4th and what?
Why did you do this to me?
Because of some motherfucking marijuana, man?
I was gonna buy my mama a house.
So.
You're going off 6 points favor against Texas.
You win by 5 or less, or you lose
altogether. None of this ever happened.
Sir, I I can't do that.
A fumble on this assignment.
You can absolutely do it.
Sir, please please don't make me...
Now, listen to me Renaldo.
I've thrown a lot of money this year...
...on you. I gotta chance
to get some of that back,
I want to take advantage of it. You're
gonna tell me your integrity game is too
much to you, Fine...
...I respect that. When a dream of
trying to convince you to go against
your concience.
So turn around, I'm placing you under arrest.
You...
You won't tell nobody.
You ain't gonna tell nobody.
This Taliban sh*t.
That's what this is.
This does show Osama get a motherf***er
before they blow themselves up.
That's money.
Shut up!
Where's the 15,000?
You'll get it, man. Relax.
Did I not do what I said I was going to do?
Yo, man. Relax.
Tell me again to relax.
I'm not looking to beat you, man.
Where's my money?
- I'll get your money
- When?
- Tomorrow.
- Where?
My place.
Give me a cut of the uncut dope.
Look. I'm gonna pay you in money.
This is interest.
That's bullshit, man.
- What's that little man?
- Yo, Midge, chill out.
Here.
Now put that gun away.
Before you kill somebody.
I'll kill all of you.
To the break of dawn.
To the break of dawn, baby.
What's up?
What's up? What's up? What's up?
- No, don't talk to me...
- What's up motherf***er?
...about no f***ing bet, Terrence.
Now what's the matter?
You don't pay your debts, I don't
wanna know you. I can't afford it.
Ten grand. 5 by 0. Yeah? All for
Louisiana. Right there.
- Where did you get this?
- What are you my priest?
- That's a 6 point spread.
- No sh*t.
Frankie!
Frankie!
- Hi.
- Hi.
- I got something for you.
- I need to get my clothes.
Don't worry about your clothes right
now. This is uncut dope.
Just a bunch of stuff from my closet,
and then from my dresser by the bed.
I'm not gonna give you much until we know
how strong it is. 'Coz it's pure, you know?
Baby, I've been talking to your father a lot.
And I think I'm gonna go to the meeting with him.
Does that mean you don't want any?
I mean, of course I want some but I,
maybe when I get back.
Frankie,
- Ready?
- We gotta go.
Okay.
Thank you
This is the way to do business.
This? This way I ain't gotta worry about
what I'm walking into. I got you.
Let me hit that sh*t
Yeah.
You eatin' this sh*t?
Hey, Midget.
Light the Caucasion's swag.
You're my kind of motherfucking cop,
man.
You look crazy, motherf***er.
- Why do you care?
- I'm guessing $ 60,000.
- Pretty good guess.
- Will you shut the f*** up?
You owe me 15,000.
I'll take 25% of the dope uncut.
That means you're getting my price.
There's one way of looking at it.
The other is you get to keep 75%, and I
go to prison for the rest of your life.
Make sure you cut it before you sell it.
Unless you wanna kill the motherf***er
who buys it.
Hey, did I ever tell you story about
N*gger Elk. N*gger Elk, yeah?
I was watching TV, The game, right?
When Renaldo Hayes, he got tossed upon,
He was running with it, running,
running, running.
He jumped over 3 linebacks and in mid air...
He spouted antlers like a gizelle, like an elk.
He landed again, he ran, ran ran.
He scored a touchdown.
I'm not worried about you so I'll be
concern about me.
'cos I'm not concern, You're not
concern, So don't worry 'cos...
I'm not really concern.
I'm worried, because if you drop dead,
I'm the motherf***er they come looking for.
And then I gotta end up having a n*gger
from Africa trying to move in on my sh*t.
I don't wanna shot no more purple ass
n*ggers from Africa.
- You understand?
- Easy... Easy... 'coz I'm not Eazy-E.
- I need to go to the store.
- So?
So I need you to watch him.
Well. F*** No! I can't watch him!
Well don't be yellin', They ain't
nothin' to eat then.
Get the f*** out of here.
Get the f*** out of here.
Hit me again with another one of them rocks.
Now what the f*** is that?
You're a crazy motherf***er.
You don't have a lucky crack pipe?
No.
I don't have a lucky motherfucking crack pipe.
Well then, Donald.
You gotta take a hit off from mine.
Why I gotta do that?
'Cause it's lucky.
Sorry we're late, fellas.
I hope you didn't wait dinner.
- Who the f*** are you?
- 3rd party Ben Fishery.
Your friend here can feel you
in on the details.
I'm working on getting your money,
Dave. That's what I'm doing here.
Yeah, I don't know about you but I find
the hardest part of collecting debts is
having to listen to the stories.
Wait a minute.
Terrence owes you some money?
Fifty thousand dollars.
Plus my two young friends here were
supposed to have had a sexual experience
at their choosing...
...with an attractive woman. Nothing!
He came across with none of it.
Now that's wrong. That's wrong when you
don't do what you say you gonna do,
Terrence
My end of the dope worths more than $ 50,000.
Take it.
Why don't I take all the dope?
What are you gonna take what belongs to me?
Well, there was a time when I wouldn't have.
I'd have taken what's mine
and left the rest on the table.
But you see,
I never got rich enough to retire.
And I'm not young anymore.
So now I don't leave nothing on the table.
Pick it up.
- Kill him again.
- What for?
His soul is still dancing.
Shoot him again.
What are you doing tonight?
I'm getting out of here and go to bed.
Well just for fun.
Why don't you stop writing report on
Josephine?
- For fun?
- I think you might find something interesting there.
Like what?
I've been thinking this bushwhackers, might've
hit a crack pipe while they were there.
Dropped under the bed where the kids were?
And we missed it?
The DNA place 'em at the scene.
Yeah, the vision, right?
Frankie.
Where's Frankie?
She's not in the house?
- Frankie's on the way to Rehab.
- Rehab?
What about her clothes
Someone bring her, her clothes.
Anything else you wanna know?
You don't have to hide it from me.
Both like a poison.
You just drink beer, I thought.
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