The Man Page #4

- Oh.

Is he dancing tonight, too?

And with the right

feet positioning...

there you go,

okay. Well!

Yeah, that's good.

Daddy, can Andy come

with you tonight?

Um...

Look, honey...

Daddy can't come tonight.

I'm sorry.

But I promise I will be there

next time. I swear.

I'm gonna make it up to you.

Oh, f***...

crying out loud.

Hold on.

Look, Daddy's

gotta go, okay?

Go ahead.

Goodbye.

It was very nice

meeting you, Kate.

- You too.

- So what you got?

- The owner of that phone?

- Yeah.

- It's Cortez. Manny Cortez.

- Who?

- Katie.

- Thanks.

Come inside,

sweetheart.

Hang on.

Cortez's is back elevator,

second floor.

Oh, sh*t.

- Don't get up.

- You scared me, man.

What are you still

doing here, Cortez?

You were supposed to meet us

at the warehouse over three hours ago.

Do you mind?

I'm, uh...

I'm in the middle

of something here.

I truly don't care.

Hey, look. There's too much heat

on those guns, all right?

I mean, you killed a cop.

That was not in the deal.

Yeah, well,

he became a problem.

Listen, we got

the merchandise.

You need

to pay us for it.

I'm out, all right?

- I cannot do sh*t with those guns.

- You know what, Cortez?

That's your problem.

You got the money or not?

Find another buyer,

all right?

And you know what?

I suggest you get out of town

as quickly as possible.

Hey. Yo.

Close the door on your way out.

Sure.

Well, I guess that just leaves

the Turk.

I guess so.

Well, you've got

a very nice family.

You've just got

a wonderful daughter

- and a lovely wife.

- Ex-wife.

Ex-wife, yes, well, she seems

like a very nice person.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, so... so...

so it just didn't work out, huh?

Well, whatever.

- Would you like to see my family?

- No!

Well, I would like

to see my family.

This is my oldest...

Hannah, she's 12.

I'm trying to get her interested

in the dental equipment game,

but I guess at that age, you know,

it's just not cool yet.

This is my little

ballerina right here.

And this is my wife Susan,

holding our newest addition... Emily.

Just turned 2.

Already talking a mile a minute.

Just talk talk talk

talk talk talk talk talk talk talk

talk talk talk.

A regular little chatterbox.

- I wonder who she got that from.

- I think she got it from me.

- You think?

- Oh...

Well, I am, uh... I'm sorry

about your... situation.

What situation

would that be?

Well, you've got

people who love you,

and yet you seem

like a very sad and lonely man.

- I'm not lonely.

- Well, I think you're lonely.

- I'm not lonely.

- Fine, you're not lonely. You're alone.

Yes, I'm alone,

but I'm not lonely.

It's two different things.

Does the expression

"No man is an island" ring any bells?

Does the expression

"Shut your ass up" ring any bells?

What now?

I have to go visit

a friend of mine.

- Can I go with you?

- No.

Oh, well, I would

really like to go with you.

Look, everybody

in this neighborhood knows my ride.

- Nobody messes with it.

- Okay.

- # Big booty b*tches, well... #

- Oh!

# Like to dutch,

another one bites the dust... #

Cortez.

Manny, where you at?

You hiding

under the bed again?

Woo! Manny.

- A.T.F.

- Yeah, this is Vann.

Would you send a bag wagon over

to Manny Cortez's place?

- The gun dealer?

- Yeah, he took the deluxe cruise

up sh*t's creek...

compliments

of a.45 to the chest.

No.

Hey! Hey!

Good afternoon.

Out of the car.

- Oh! Oh! Oh-ah!

- Whoa! What are you doing?

Ooh.

- Oh!

- Hey!

This was not a good idea.

Oh boy! Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Drives pretty good.

You idiot! Moron!

Well, you left the keys

in the ignition.

Not the smartest thing

to do for a policeman.

This would be a good time

for you to be quiet.

I know that's nearly

impossible for you,

but if I hear the sound

of your voice right now,

I can't be responsible

for my actions.

So this would be

a very good time for you to shut up!

I have a small question.

I still have a question,

and I think I'm entitled...

What?

Do you have a plan?

What the hell

is that supposed to mean?

If you fail to plan,

you plan to fail.

Just a little constructive

criticism, okay?

That's how two people

working together help ea...

Whoa whoa whoa whoa!

We're not working together,

so get that thought out of your mind.

Nobody said

- we were working together.

- Excuse me.

You dragged me

into this,

and I'm giving a speech

at 10:
00 A.M. Tomorrow,

so the sooner you start

treating me like a partner...

Hey!

We are not partners.

Ain't no way in the world

that can happen.

Well, what am I

then? Hmm?

What are you?

You are my b*tch,

that's what...

my own personal b*tch.

I pulled you out

of lockup as an S.W.C.,

which means "Suspect

Who's Cooperating,"

which means

I own your ass,

which means

when I pull the strings, you dance.

Till then, you sit there,

keep your mouth shut

and don't say a word

like the puppet you are.

Hey, yo, Booty.

Hey, Booty,

what's up, man?

Let's go, come on.

- Pass the ball, yo.

- What up?

Booty!

Oh damn, man!

Hey! Come on, man!

Ah! Ah... ah... hey!

Booty, we never

finished our conversation.

Man, I told you

everything I know, man!

I will cheese-grate

your ass through this fence.

Oh, come on, dawg.

Look, I don't know no more! Wha... ah!

All right, all right, all right!

Sh*t, all right!

Would you get that phone book

over there for me?

- Who's this guy?

- Man, I don't know his name.

Look, would you get

your car out of my ass, please...

- Thank you.

...dawg. Ow!

Now who are those guys

you hooked me up with?

- I need names.

- Man, they gonna kill me, dawg!

- They gonna kill my whole family!

- Names!

- Ow!

- Hey, just give him the name.

- Give him the name.

- Name!

- Look, I can't!

- Just... just let's have a name.

- Look, I can't! Ow!

- You know what?

Make up a name!

Give him something!

- Look, there's no name here.

- No, they'll kill me.

He doesn't have

the name, uh...

Look, all right, all right! Look,

the dude in the picture, his name is...

- Joey Trent, man.

- Good, good name. That's a good name.

- That's a good name.

- No no no, that's... that's a real name!

- All right, keep talking.

- Look, I didn't know nothing

- about no cop getting killed.

- Yeah, right.

- Well, who's Joey's boss?

- I don't know.

Some dude

from out of town.

- Then give me an out of town name!

- I don't know his name, man!

- Oh, sh*t! Uhn!

- I'm out of it. I'm out of it.

Look, the dude's

named Kane!

The crew boss name is Kane, man.

Now that's all I know,

other than he have a bad rep.

Dawg, look,

- I swear on my Moms on that.

- Who hooked you up with Joey?

Man, Cortez, dawg.

Ooh, not a good sign.

Cortez is dead.

Man.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Okay.

Well, that was him.

You lucked out, Holmes,

but we will continue this conversation.

- Shut up, man.

- Oh, and, Booty...

watch your ass.

Man, you broke

my gold tooth, dawg!

- Where we going?

- Uh, Lucky's Bar and Grill in one hour.

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