Clockers Page #2

Get rid of that sh*t.

Here. Drink that.

Not the whole thing.

Yo, Rodney. Can't

take it much longer, man.

I'm tellin' you.

Maybe you won't have

to take it much longer.

You know who

you're looking at?

That's Darryl.

That's Darryl Adams, the thief.

That's who that is.

He's stealin' from me.

Layin' back in the cut, passin' some

baggies and rakin' in the dough.

Nice indoors work,

huh, Darryl? Clean, safe.

You got this clown sellin' ounces?

Why him? What's up with me?

'Cause you like my son, man.

Strike, my son.

If I'm so much

your son, then why

my black ass always

up on them benches?

I need you to be

where I need you to be.

Had this dream last night.

I'm standin' in the desert

with all my kids.

My for-real kids,

my kids from the store.

They's all laid

out in front of me,

like they's my

army or something.

God comes up, points at you.

Tells me,

"This one right here is

gonna be your sword

and your staff."

God, man. God said that.

He pointed right at you.

Darryl Adams wasn't even

in the motherfuckin' dream,

'cause that boy's a thief,

and he got to be got.

Got?

Got. Hmm.

Can't you get

Errol for that sh*t?

You know Errol gave

hisself the big

The virus.

My man messed around

and took that "A" train.

Anyway, can you see Errol

in there sellin'

whale on a bun and

ounces and fries?

No.

Strike, you really

wanna get off the benches?

You deal with it, for me.

The illa killa

The one for the thriller

The one from the hood

actin' like a gorilla

I need the illa killa

The one for the thriller

The one from the hood

actin' like a gorilla...

You got any chocolate Moos?

No, we don't have

no damn chocolate Moos.

This is a bar, son.

Moooo!

Yo, Ronnie!

Oh, sh*t.

What's up, man?

What you doin' here, man?

You know,

just slidin' through.

Yo, big bro. I was

just thinkin' about you, man.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I love you, too, Ronnie.

All right. Good.

The chick is in a hole cos she

shouldn't have freakin' shot...

Here. Try this.

It's sweet.

You know that's

Ahab's over there.

What?

You know that's

Ahab's over there.

The competition.

You know that clown that works in there?

The night manager, Darryl?

Darryl? No.

Darryl Adams.

Yo, the brother

is bad peoples.

How is Darryl Adams

bad people?

'Cause, yo, he beat up

this honey Charise, man.

She's only 16. She came

in askin' for a job.

This n*gger took her

to the back office,

talkin' about

"slob my Johnson."

And when she said no, he started

slappin' her up and sh*t.

Yo, the brother's foul.

A woman beater.

Yup.

A dope-dealin' woman beater.

Man, I don't know

about all that.

Who's sayin' all this?

Yo, man,

the sh*t is real.

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