Vincent N Roxxy Page #4

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you've been trying

to guilt-trip me about leaving.

- You left me

to bury our mother alone!!

I needed you, bro!

Your family needed you!

- Family?! What do you know

about family?!

I took care of ma

for three years

while she was sick

and f***ing dying!!

Where were you?!

Y-y-you're just supposed

to just show up

to f***ing bury her,

and I'm supposed to feel

sympathy for you?! No!

Burying ma was the easy part.

- F*** you.

- Oh, f*** you!

Why do you think I left, huh?

It wasn't 'cause of mom dying.

I was sick of you.

'Cause you're a f***-up.

- You're living in the past,

bro.

That was a long time ago

and that ain't me no more.

- You guys okay?

Hey.

- Hello?

What?!

What the f*** happened here?

Chicks dig scars.

- Where the f*** are they?

- I don't f***ing know.

- Don't worry about Daryl

and them. They gonna get theirs.

I'm gonna kill

that motherf***er.

- Motherf***er!!

- You want some too,

motherf***er?

- You f*** with my family again,

I'm gonna f***ing kill you.

Do you understand

what I'm saying?

I need to hear you say it,

alright?!

Say it, motherf***er, say it!

Say it,

or I'm gonna f***ing kill you!

I will f***ing kill you!

- You'll f***ing kill me!

F***ing kill me!

- How bad d'you beat him?

- Pretty bad.

- He's gonna be looking for you.

- F*** him.

- Ah, I thought we were supposed

to be playing it cool.

- Yeah.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm, uh...

I'm okay. I just, um...

...f***ing hate

that side of myself.

- Them little boys,

they think it's alright

to piss all over everything.

F*** them.

- Hey.

I'm sorry about what I said.

Okay?

I didn't mean it.

You're my brother.

- You meant it.

And you should be sorry.

I know... I f***ed up

for a long time,

but I'm trying to do better,

homie.

- You know I walked by

ma's grave today?

Man, you did

a f***ing great job.

- Hey...

You know I set her up

on the east facing the west?

Watch the sunset every evening.

- I just miss her so much,

you know?

- I know it.

But what happens next?

- Still trying

to figure that one out.

Can I come in?

- It's your place.

What are you doing?

- I'm leaving tomorrow.

- Don't do this.

- I need to leave.

I was gonna try and stick out

the week to make some cash,

but I've gotta get out of here.

- I know you're angry with me,

but I didn't know that house

i was watching

was your brother's house.

The morning of the accident,

i was leaving the city.

I wanted nothing more to do

with any of that.

- It doesn't matter.

This just isn't the place

for me.

- Just stay here.

Let me help you.

- Why do you want to help me?!

Why do you have this desire

to take care of me?!

I can take care of myself.

- I just thought

that you needed--

- don't worry about what I need.

You don't know me like that,

Vincent.

Worry about what you need.

- I just wanna make this right.

- You can't make things right!

Don't you get that?!

Nothing will ever be right

with you.

It's everywhere.

It's who you are.

It's in your blood.

- And what's that?

- Violence.

Hmm?

No.

- Roxxy.

- No.

Stop!

I want us to be together so bad.

- We can be.

Please, no, no!

- F***!!

F***ing dammit!

F***!

- Vincent!!!

- Oh, my god!

- Vincent!

- This our boy?

- Yeah, that's our boy.

- String him up.

No!

F***in' sh*t!

No!

- Come on.

- Vinnie!

- No, no, please, please!

- Yo! Let him go!

Let him the f*** go! Vinnie!

F***in' sh*t!

- No. No.

- Vinnie!!

Vinnie! Ah!!

- You f***ed up, fam.

F***!

- Love this sh*t.

No! F***!

Yo, you put him the f*** down,

homie!

- Know who I am?

Hmm?

- Yo, f*** you, motherf***er!

Come on. Bring that sh*t to me!

Bring that sh*t to me,

motherf***er!

Baby, baby, please!

- Yeah, you!

I'm f***in' talking to you!

- Cut him up.

- F*** you, you f***ing chump!

Bring that sh*t to me!

- No, no, no, no!!

No, no, no, no!!!

Oh, my god, no! Please stop!

Please stop! No! Stop!

No...

- Keep running your mouth,

motherf***er.

Cry, cry, you lil' b*tch,

cry, cry.

- We got everyone's attention?

Good.

I'm suga.

I'm the truth.

These two already know 'bout me.

Or at least they should.

And you two are in the process

of learning right now.

I'm the nigga that don't give

a f*** about your life.

Your brother,

he was always owing me money.

You owe, you pay.

So he got himself killed.

And you,

you know where my money is,

don't you?

- I don't know anything.

- I say you do.

Speak up,

or everyone dies.

Everyone.

- I don't know anything!

- So I'm-a count. One...

- No, no, no, no...

- No, no, no!

- Don't. Please.

- Wait. Wait.

- Please!

- Stop it!!

- Two.

- Please!

I don't know anything!!

- Do him.

- No!!

Please. Please!

Please stop.

No!!

- Do what you want with her,

then burn the place down,

alright?

No! No!

- Motherf***er!

- Oh...

- I'm sorry.

- Don't be.

- This is my... fault.

- No, it's not.

- Go to the drive-in...

To our spot.

- Okay.

- There's a bag...

Buried.

Find it.

- Okay.

Okay. Shhh...

Shhh...

No, please!

I love you.

Roxxy,

I don't know where to start.

I was so wrong.

I told you I was paid

to watch

your brother's house

for three nights,

which was true.

What I didn't tell you

is on the third night

I saw an opportunity

and took it.

That opportunity was $80,000.

A bad decision

I was going to try and undo

the morning

of your car accident.

I now know the truth.

It's blood money

and I'm ashamed of it.

You were right.

It's not safe here.

It won't be.

Take this money and go,

start over.

I'm so sorry for all the pain

I have caused you.

I hope someday...

You can forgive me.

Love, Vincent

- My house.

Suga shack!

- Wassup?

- Hi. I'm here for the party.

- Damn, girl,

you about to got yourself shot

rolling up like that

with no lights on.

What's wrong with you?

- I was gonna park,

but I wasn't sure

if this was the right place.

- Sh*t, the party rockin'.

What you doing out here

all by yourself?

You fine as f***!

- Get the f*** out or die.

Ow.

Do it, b*tch!

F***, it's not gonna bring back

your f***in' brother,

or your boyfriend!

You don't even have enough

bullets in the f***ing gun.

- My sh*t?

You f*** with my sh*t?!

What's this? Hmm?

Came here to cut me up?

Come on.

Get up.

Come on.

Yeah. Come on.

Yeah. There.

- I have your money.

- No. No more talk.

- I... have it.

Eighty... thousand.

- The f*** did you just say?

Say it again.

- You're never gonna see it.

You're never gonna see it.

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