Trespass Page #4

I don't know nothin'

about nobody gettin' offed.

I don't think so, b*tch.

You're the one made

the mistake, motherf***er.

[Goose]

Hey, KJ., you got

to slow this sh*t down.

This situation does

have an explanation.

Now, who you

been workin' for, man?

Who you sold us out to, punk?

Why are you

sweatin' me, man, huh?

You can kiss my black ass.

Now get on your little

phone and run tell that.

[KJ.]

You ain't gonna make

this easy, huh?

[Goose] No,

this ain't gonna be easy.

Yo, Cletus, let's show

this man your shoes.

Be real f***ed up

if he had to use 'em on you.

Stomp a mud hole on that

ugly-ass face of yours.

[Growling]

[Screaming]

Goddamn.

Hey, motherf***er!

What the f*** you doin'?

I said, what you doin'?

Nothin'.

Cool, it works.

Watch out, man, watch out.

I thought...

You thought what?

I saw... I saw

your friend fall.

N*gger wasn't my friend.

Who are you, man?

What you doin' here?

Huh?

What the f*** you

lookin' at me for?

The man asked you

a question. What the

hell are you doin' here?

Nothin', I'm just here.

I'm not lookin' for trouble.

Is that right?

You f***in' with us,

white boy?

No, man, like I said,

I'm not lookin' for trouble.

Bullshit.!

I'm gonna ask one more time.

What the f*** you doin'?

He's spying.

I'm not spyin'.

I don't wanna get in the

middle of no big gang hassle.

Gang? You think we're

some big punk-ass gang?

I'm a businessman.

These are my associates.

Whatever you say, man,

no problem.

Back off!

All of ya!

Get outta here, or I'll

blow his f***in'head off!

Don! Don!

Come on!

[Don]

Back off! You clear outta

here, or I'll kill him.!

I swear I will!

[Indistinct Shouting]

K.J.!

Hurry, Don!

Come on, man!

Make a run for it!

I mean it, man!

Back off!

Don't shoot!

He's got Lucky, man!

Don't shoot!

[Gunfire]

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

Hold your fire!

I'll blow his head off!

[KJ.]

Stop.! Stop shootin; man.!

Stop shootin;!

F***!

Don.!

Jesus Christ.!

We gotta get out.

The fire escape,

the window. Go!

Savon, go downstairs.

Make sure nobody's tryin'

to get out the window.

All right.

[KJ.]

Calm down. No more shootin;

What you want?

Come on, stand up.

Have you got a weapon?

Huh?

I ain't got nothin'!

You got a weapon?

I ain't got nothin'!

Huh?

Don't f*** with me, man.

I ain't got sh*t.

Yeah, what's this?

[Beeping, Ringing]

[Ringing]

Yo, Savon?

Yeah?

What was that?

That was me.

I blasted at him

tryin' to come down

the fire escape.

Get him?

Nah.

All right, stay posted

down there. No more

shootin' unless I tell ya.

I don't wanna spook 'em

any more than they already are.

All right, all right.

Sh*t.

Goddamn it, Vince.

Why didn't you stay put

like I said?

'Cause I thought

you were in trouble, that's why.

Where the hell did you

go all that time? Sh*t!

All right, Cletus, Wickey,

let's try this door.

They got Lucky in there.

They're probably tryin'

to get out the back way.

[Wickey]

All right, cool.

Come on.

[Phone Ringing]

Sh*t!

[Ringing Continues]

Now back off, all of ya!

You come any closer,

he's a dead man!

Go on, get back.

Get back.

[Ringing continues]

Yeah? Marvin, goddamn it!

This ain't the time!

I got some problems right now.

Yeah, we're gonna handle

business on that package.

But I gotta get back

with your ass.

Wickey, you know your way around

here. Any other way out beside

the door and fire escape?

Hell, no. There

ain't no other way out.

All right, check this out.

Cletus, go downstairs.

Get rid of Goose's body.

Then go to the car,

get the M- . But go out

the same way we came in.

I don't want nobody to see us,

all right? Go on, man,

get the f*** out.

Yo, hey in there,

how do we know Lucky's okay?

Tell him.

Hey, man, I'm cool,

but this motherf***er's crazy.

Don't worry about it, man.

We're gonna get you outta there.

Check his fanny pack

down on the floor.

See if he's got a gun.

I told you

I ain't strapped.

Shut up.

Anything?

Don, this guy's

some kind of dope addict.

Figures!

All right, cut me

two six-foot lengths

of that rope in my bag.

Come on, move.

Wickey, go down there,

use Savon's phone.

Call up Luther, Moon

and Davis and tell 'em to get

their ass over here right now.

- You got it.

- Yo, also call up Raymond.

Tell him I need some

of that goddamn heavy

artillery he's got.

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