Urban Justice Page #5

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Just sit back and watch.

Who knows,

you might just learn something.

Handle your business, partner.

-lt's all there.

-Looking kind of light though.

-lt's all there.

-Count the stuff. lt's all there.

Let's make it happen.

lf you don't believe it,

just count. Count the cash.

Yeah, it is.

Money's yours.

-Shred them.

-Look at the bottom.

We good, man. We good.

-Dope is ours, money is ours.

-Take the shot.

-Let's do it.

-Yes, brother.

Motherf***er set us up.

Well?

Nice classroom.

-Rasheed, get the car.

-Let's go.

Nice shot, pal. Bring it on down.

Where are we?

lt's all here. What do you got?

-Looks like about 200 keys.

-About 3 million cash.

Take them wheels right there.

You two load up in that one.

Follow me.

-Get in, gentlemen.

-Let's go.

Let's move. Now, now, now.

Meet you out front.

Let's go. Move it.

Just dump it in. Let's go.

-Merry f***ing Christmas.

-Man, f*** Santa Claus.

He never got me sh*t.

That's why l sell dope.

All right, listen up.

Now, take that yeyo down below.

After you done with that,

take this SUV to the chop shop...

-...put it in pieces and crush it.

-Keep your eyes open.

-Can't believe we pulled this sh*t off.

-You couldn't have done it without us.

Now, that money doesn't move

until we broker the dope.

Man, you know what your problem is?

You worry too much.

Once we ship this sh*t east, man,

we all gonna get paid.

All right. l'm posting men outside,

make sure nothing comes or goes.

Good looking out.

Five million in cocaine and cash.

Any idea how much we could make

if we step on it two or three times?

-Yeah, l do.

-l'm talking helicopter, Bill Gates.

-Helicopter.

-l always wanted one, man.

That way l can get a bird's-eye view

of my territory.

l can watch the little soldiers

slanging and banging.

ln case a little motherf***er f*** up,

l can come in, Vietnam Rambo style.

You know, right out

the side of that b*tch:

Drop, b*tch!

-Yeah. You've been to Nam?

-Been to Nam? You been to Compton?

Vietnam ain't got sh*t

on the motherf***er CPT, coz.

Ballister is making you look bad.

What's it gonna take?

Plastic surgery. Don't worry.

We got a special delivery for his ass.

Yeah, you better.

lt's that nigga right there.

Yo, call him.

Hey, Armand?

Yeah, he here. Just pulled up.

Hey, youngster,

some real sh*t gonna go on here.

Keep your mouth shut, okay?

-All right?

-All right.

There has been so much going on

around here, Simon.

You have to give me something.

Yeah, man. Make it happen, man.

Going up there and do this thing.

-Got your ass now, motherf***er.

-Hey, coz.

Get strapped up, baby.

Hey, man,

we gotta make it happen, man.

l ain't playing with you.

You know you did

the right thing, right?

-Yes, sir.

-We'll show you how to put work in.

Get over there right now

and get down. We got company.

-Who's out there?

-East Side Gang.

-Oh, God, what are we gonna do?

-Follow me and stay low.

Get down.

Go to the back,

go to the back.

Gotta find him.

Get up.

Oh, sh*t, man.

Watch out.

Superman.

Have some of this kryptonite.

Stay down, stay down. Okay.

Okay, l gotta do this.

Jesus.

You can do this.

Okay, okay, okay.

Let that motherf***er

have it, man.

Come on.

You ever had

some crazy nigga, b*tch?

Go get the motherfucking car.

Get the car.

You like dim sum, b*tch?

Well, you can have some,

and that b*tch-ass white boy you with.

You and the punk-ass

motherf***er you with.

Get in, get in.

Drive, motherf***er. Drive.

Simon? The cops are coming.

The cops are coming.

No, look at me, Simon.

Stay with me, Simon.

-Wal e up.

-ReaDy.

-Wal e up, Simon.

-Aim.

Fire. Ready.

l swear on my dead mother's grave,

they did it.

Someone murDereD Max.

-lt wasn't who you think it is, all right?

-Someone shot him in colD blooD.

The chances of finDing

your son's liller are slim to none.

Please....

Wal e up, Simon.

Wal e up, Simon.

Wake up, Simon.

No, Simon, let go.

That's my cousin Winston.

Simon, Simon, stop.

That's my cousin, let him go.

-Damn.

-Sorry, man.

You probably

just reopened that wound.

Don't worry, man. l'm all right.

He's a nurse

at USC Medical Center.

This is what he specializes in,

Simon.

You need to take it easy

on those stitches, dog.

They're gonna hold. lt's fine.

l'm gonna have to look

or it's gonna get infected.

l don't have time for that.

l've got to go.

Yo, man, what the f***

you doing in my house?

l'm looking for this.

Oh, lookie here, look what l found.

Does this look familiar?

Gun don't look familiar.

l don't know where you got it.

-What, did you kill my son with this?

-We didn't do that sh*t.

You been running around

f***ing up everybody over this.

-No, man, we didn't do that hit, dog.

-You killed my son with this, didn't you?

And you just f***ed up

by dropping your gun.

Yeah, smoke that nigga this time.

Don't miss.

You done f***ed up

by being a dumb motherf***er too.

The f***? lsaiah.

-Man, look, man.

-What the f***?

-You play me?

-F***, man.

What is this?

Go ahead, play me some more.

Man, l didn't even do sh*t.

l ain't playing you.

F***, man. lsaiah.

He fine, he fine. He all right.

Who did my son?

You played me.

You lied to me about Chivo,

you sent me down the wrong road.

-What are you hiding?

-lt was that dirty cop, Shaw...

...who killed Max, man.

When l was--

When l was hanging with lsaiah...

...l overheard a conversation

between Shaw and Armand.

They was talking about

how they gonna eliminate Max, man.

Why?

l told you, man.

Max, he was a nice guy.

l tried to warn him, man.

l went there that night.

l was just too late.

Too f***ing late.

F***, l saw it all happen.

Shaw just shot him.

F***ing shot him.

Wiped the gun down,

threw it over a fence.

l hopped that fence, man.

l grabbed the gun, l f***ing ran.

l f***-- l ran. l ran.

l ran, man,

until l ain't hear f***ing sh*t.

No siren, nothing.

l sure enough wish you would have

told me that a long time ago.

l did not come to this town

to get played.

l wanted to come here

and take care of one thing.

l'm gonna go see Shaw.

-l hope you're not lying.

-l'm sorry, man.

l'm sorry.

They were gonna kill my family!

F***ing family.

This is an H&K G36.

lt's a bad machine gun, man.

-This is revenge.

-Yeah, that's what it is, revenge.

What the f*** you think it is?

-Why?

-Because they killed my son.

-Simon, this is never going to end.

-l don't really give a f*** what they do.

l just know what l'm gonna do.

-You're just as bad as they are.

-No, l'm a lot f***ing worse.

-These guys for real?

-For sure.

Say, man,

l don't trust this motherf***er.

You gotta watch them.

These motherfuckers get out of line,

we gonna take them out, all right?

Yeah, it's about that time, nigga.

-What's up, coz?

-Armand.

What's up with the white boys?

Hey, man, what can l say?

Affirmative action, you know.

l wouldn't touch that

till l see some money.

Come on.

Check that out, Shaw.

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