Money Talks Page #2
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- Year:
- 1997
- 97 min
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Check my police record.
You don't know
who you're messin' with.
You better come to the back
before you get hurt.
Play that sh*t.
Wait till we get off the bus.
I'm gonna kick your ass!
Shut up!
Where you from?
That French part of Compton?
What's that you claiming?
You don't know
who you're messing with.
I'm deep in the streets.
I slap people for fun.
That's what I do.
You want to play rough?
I kill for fun.
I ain't scared to go to jail.
Take me to jail.
Would you speed up, please?
I want to go back.
All my cousins in there.
I want to see all my friends.
What are you doing up there?
Raymond!
Debray.
Let's get out of here.
No time.
We'll take him with us.
We gotta go together.
We're a team.
Move!
We made it.
Everybody OK?
What it is.
Drop me off over there.
Hover over the roof.
Y'all don't even have to stop.
I can be out of here.
I know y'all probably
got sh*t to do...
Shut up!
You can drop a brother off.
Y'all don't need me.
Fifteen million.
Cut a brother in on that.
Let me be down.
Seven for me, seven for you,
and you get whatever's left...
'cause you been trippin'
since I met you.
What you doing with the ax?
Forget about what I said.
I don't know sh*t about
no $15 million in no Jaguar.
I don't even know where we at.
I got a bad memory.
- Be still.
- Put the ax down.
Don't move.
What's wrong with you?
Trying to cut
a brother's hand off.
Always trying to kill somebody.
Why don't you try
loving somebody?
What did you open the door for?
Y'all trippin'.
You want some girls?
I can get you any kind
of girl... black, Japanese.
I can take you over
to my grandmama house.
She cook you some chicken,
some cornbread, some poulet.
It's cold.
It's colder than a motherf***er.
A serious crime.
Justified punishment.
This is James Russell
reporting.
That's some hard- hitting stuff.
John Tesh school of journalism.
Barclay, just watch it
one more time before you decide.
Why? Nobody else will.
Who gives a rat's ass
about some two- bit hustler?
give a rat's ass.
You're just another walking
head shot, aren't you?
Another pretty boy wanker
masquerading as a reporter.
I don't need this bullshit.
This is the skinny.
You're fired.
Have your stuff out by Monday.
Be brief.
What part of "you're fired"
don't you understand?
Not you, you a**hole.
What?
Tragedy and terror
strike the Southland.
Good afternoon.
A bus delivering prisoners from
the men's central lockup...
to the Van Nuys courthouse
was destroyed...
in downtown Los Angeles.
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