Force of Execution Page #2

I want him dead, Mr. Alexander.

I'll let you do

whatever you got to do.

- Don't kill him.

- F***er! F*** you!

Don't kill him.

Stay with me, motherf***er!

- Wake up. Stay with me!

- Ah!

- Come on, come on.

- Whoo!

- I said bow down, motherf***er!

- Ah!

F*** you!

Ooh!

Better be glad Mr. Alexander

got a hard-on for your ass.

The man with a plan

says you can live?

- A'ight. You can live.

- F***er.

We ain't done yet.

He only needs one motherfuckin' hand.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

You see that motherf***er?

You see that motherf***er?

It's clean right now, baby.

It's clean right now.

Now here's what I want.

Here's what I want right here.

Guess what, dog?

Man says you go home broke,

consider yourself broke, motherf***er!

I'm puzzled.

He killed Dre,

my tank boss inside.

Well, I'm fixin' to figure out

if and how he made the mistake.

But in the meantime,

I can't have you missing no mark.

In the meantime, I can't be embarrassed

by my business associates.

For now you've retired.

Hey, Oso.

Aw, come on.

Put 'em in the cans for once.

Go upstairs.

Leave the departamento.

Hurry up, Oso!

You take breaks every 10 minutes.

The kitchen is behind already.

Talk to the drunk.

Yeah.

Had enough to drink?

Hey, yo, man.

How you feelin'?

See, in the past,

every time we went to war,

we always fought side by side.

You paid for your mistake.

Now it's time to get better,

time to get your strength back.

They took my hands.

I can't help you anymore.

Yeah, well, I ain't asking

for your help at all.

I'm fixin' to get you some money

and ask you to leave.

Get out of here, go as far

as you can go, start a new life.

If I get through this okay,

we'll hook up again.

You're family.

It's like that.

I was inside for two years.

Now that I'm out,

I'm curious to know

why your boy wasted Dre

instead of that piece-of-sh*t weasel

you put the green light on.

That's the distant past.

But for now, it'd be really good

if you could tell me

something relevant right quick.

You like games?

No, sir.

Well, I think I got a game

that you gonna like.

How'd you like to play

"Pop the Pifiata"

with old Benny the rat himself?

- Tell me.

- Oh, yeah, baby.

Yeah, we got him.

It's a gift from 6-0 to you

to show our respect.

- That right?

- That's right.

Man, if that's true,

you might could have a job,

iceman-- Ice?

Iceman?

You can call me Ice.

Ice.

Mr. Ice.

Cool. Well, you can call me

Mr. Alexander.

Who you with?

Rich-rollin' 60 Crips,

Mr. Alexander.

Not no more.

You fixin' to roll with me now.

Oh, that's our neighborhood.

Neighborhood.

Let's start by delivering

your gift to Dante.

Make sure he do things right.

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