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you and Bravo company...

...left my black ass for dead, huh?

But I remember.

I remember everything.

I remember Vietnam

like it was yesterday.

I remember that village

in Tainan that we cut down.

It was a massacre.

All the dead Chinamen

we left in our tracks.

I remember the faces, the children.

This one child I'll never forget.

Poor little bastard was still alive.

His little Chinese legs

were blown clean off.

Still see his little shins and feet...

...hanging from the ceiling fan

across the hut.

He was charred from his head down

to his little Chinese knees.

He tried to get up...

...but he fell over when what wass left

of his right leg broke off.

As he laid there flat on his face...

...he looked up at me.

His little Chinese eyes

burned right into my stomach...

...deep into my soul.

He said something to me

in Chinese, like:

Sounds like some cartoon sh*t...

...but I understood it to be a question

that he was asking me.

And I don't have to know

how to speak Chinese...

...to know what that question was.

"Why, Black Dynamite?

Why?"

We're a long way from Nam.

Look at this place.

It must have an eight-track player

in every room.

What's going on today

is a smack problem of epic proportion.

Corruption is running rampant

and we don't know who to trust.

We need you, Black Dynamite,

now more than ever.

I know I was the best CIA agent

that the CIA ever had...

...but I thought I told you honkies

from the CIA...

...that Black Dynamite

was out of the game.

- You're never out of the game.

- I've known you for a long time.

And there's something

that you're not telling me.

Okay.

We heard about your brother's death.

The last thing we need...

...is you running through the streets

creating a river of blood.

Tell me who did it

and I'll just leave a puddle.

We don't know who killed Jimmy.

But I do know this.

You step out of line, friendship or not,

and I'm gonna take you down.

In case you forgot,

when you left the agency...

...you relinquished

your license to kill.

Well, you do what you have to.

Just don't get in my way.

Come on, give it up

to Afroditey and the Moonchild.

Give them a nice round of applause,

big round of applause, yeah.

Black Dynamite,

you came to see me.

B*tch, no, I gotta go rap a taste

with my man Horn...

...but afterwards since I'm here,

maybe I'll throw you one right quick.

Out of sight.

I get off in 15 minutes.

You're right about that, sugar.

You're right about that.

Bullhorn, can I get you anything?

Yes. I would like some of that ass.

Yes, yes, yes.

Man, who dare knock

when I'm planning to plant my...?

Main man Black Dynamite.

What it is, Bullhorn?

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