Vampire in Brooklyn Page #7

- l won't do it!

- You don't have a choice!

No deposit, no return, no going back.

Help me.

l'm not going forward!

You can't run from your hunger!

There's no place you can hide!

Forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those

who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil!

Help me!

- Where are you taking me?

- You need rest.

We have a long journey ahead.

- Where we going, boss?

- Home! While she rests, you pack.

We try to leave by dawn.

- Can l talk to you about my head?

- Drive!

Ready my coffin.

She don't look ready, she need a nap.

l'm readyin' the coffin

cos we gettin' the f*** out of here.

Rita...my sweet.

- You must feed or you'll die.

- l want to die.

l won't let you.

l'll find someone for you.

Hey, hey, the Knicks won!

Julius, goddammit, you owe me $50!

Good God, he's a bad motherf***er.

Julius, where's my $50?

You ain't Julius.

You that cop's girl.

What's wrong, baby? You look sick.

Had too much pork, huh? Bad pig meat.

Want some cod liver oil?

Tell me what you need.

What she needs...

- is some fresh blood.

- Blood?

l'll go to the Red Cross,

get all you need.

- Shut up!

- Hey, brother, what's the idea?

- The idea is dinner.

- Dinner? What we havin'?

- You.

- Me? Don't do it, baby.

- You don't have to resist. Do it!

- Don't! l got high blood pressure!

High as the motherfuckin' moon!

- Police! Police!

- lt's OK.

- Police!

- Rita, it's over. Just walk away.

- Hey, coffin's all ready, B.

- Take care of that one.

l got him. All right, Supercop,

you better get the f*** outta here

or l'm gonna put this sh*t

all over you.

- You better shut up.

- Oh, you're not afraid.

That's my f***in' eye!

Come back here. Sh*t.

You're quite a bulldog

but Rita belongs to me now.

Motherfuck you, man.

Sh*t.

The heart. This is my stomach.

This is my heart, this is my stomach.

You should know the rules, Zeko.

Not him.

Are you OK?

My leg! l think he broke my leg!

F*** your leg, have you seen my eye?

Easy, B, l need my eye!

- Your eye?

- Came out of my head.

Oh, damn! Watch yo' step, n*gger!

You done mashed my sh*t all up!

- Coast clear?

- Yeah. Come on, give us a hand.

l gotta find a eye doctor.

l want y'all to get outta here

and get him to a hospital.

- l'm not leaving without Rita.

- Remember the painting.

lf she joins with him,

she'll strike you next.

Let her go. B*tch tried to suck me

like l'm a 40-ounce of malt liquor!

- Kill him.

- Thanks, Doc.

God is with you.

- l'll keep that in mind.

- You gonna need Him.

Come on.

We'll get you outta here too.

l ain't going.

My homey's taking care of me.

Have you seen yourself lately?

Let's get the hell out of here.

- Don't rip my shirt.

- Now, look at this sh*t!

That my arm!

- You put that back on!

- Now you're The Fugitive.

You put that back on!

l need this! You can't just snatch

a brother's arm.

Right through your black heart!

You shouldn't have come.

lt's too late for me.

Rita, we... Oh, sh*t! Look at you!

- Now it's too late for you.

- Still don't believe in vampires?

l'm taking Rita.

lt's not too late for her.

You should be worried about yourself.

- Hey, b*tch.

- Rita, get away from him!

l can give her everything!

Why deny her that?

She doesn't belong with you!

She's not a killer!

- lt's in her blood!

- But not in her heart!

- Are you sure?

- l'm sure you're ugly.

Come, you bastard.

That's it! Goddammit! ldiot!

Get the f*** away from the knife.

Get... Come here!

Not in her heart, you say?

Why don't you ask her what she is?

l'm hungry.

- Tell him. ls his blood good enough?

- He'll do just fine.

Forget it, Justice. Time's up.

lt's too late. lt's much too late.

This is your destiny.

And yours.

- Take him.

- Part of me loves you so much...

but that part of me must die.

lt must die.

l told you that you were...

a killer.

Come on, Rita, let's go. Come on!

Let's go!

We'll be OK!

Where did all...?

You did good, Rita. You OK?

Cross my heart...

and hope to die.

- Come on, let's go.

- l'm with you, G.

l gotta find myself a safer job.

Like the bomb squad.

Hey, Unc,

at least you got your health.

Well, thank you.

And at least you got your...

well, you know, you got...

- you got a limo.

- That's right! l got a limo!

l got the front seat, now.

Let me drive.

No more drivin' the limo for me.

My little ass is in the back.

Unc, talk to me.

Cruise control, power steering,

power brakes, power windows,

power seats

and we surrounded by leather.

Let's see what we got here.

Look at... Hey!

Some brother lost his mood ring.

Oh, sh*t. No.

No, man, this is Max's sh*t.

Max ain't gonna need this,

Max is spread out all over Brooklyn.

l'm gonna wear this

in great Max's honour.

We gotta represent

our homey the vampire.

- Hey, check it out. GQ or what?

- Macaroni.

Jesus, Mary, Little Bo Peep's Mom,

what's wrong?

Ain't no smoking in the limo, Julius.

Good God Almighty.

You done flip-flopped!

Sh*t! Unc! l got my sh*t back, man.

l got my hand back,

l got my arm back,

l got jewels out the ass,

look at these jewels.

Look at these fly shoes, man!

What?

Max said being a ghoul had benefits

but goddamn!

l ain't no ghoul!

Welcome to the party.

Now, let's get this show on the road.

- Well, you the boss.

- That's right.

There's a new vampire in Brooklyn

and his name's Julius Jones.

l ever tell you

l won the lndianapolis 500?

l beat a man called AJ Fittipaldi.

Yes, l used to

dress like that in '62.

- They called me Pretty Willie.

- Pretty Willie, drive the limo!

Oh, goddamn, man.

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