Next of Kin Page #2

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hum music. They're different flavors.

Okay.

Damn it. We're being pulled over.

That ain't no cop, man. That's a hit.

- What are you doing, Gerald?

- Hold on.

What are you doing?

Gerald. Gerald, stop!

Yeah!

Yeah, boy.

Get them, Paulie.

Gerald, let them have it, man.

It ain't worth it!

- Why isn't he stopping?

- He'll stop.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Stop!

- This guy...

- Holy f***!

Wait. Wait, wait. Hold it.

Leo, get the door.

Hey, Lawrence, come on.

You wanna learn the family business.

Let me show you how we negotiate.

Come on.

Come on, Lawrence. Come on.

Come on up.

What's wrong with you, huh?

Don't you watch TV?

Don't you know when someone wants

you to pull over and talk to them?

I didn't tell you to get up.

You ain't taking my truck.

"You ain't"?

You're a f***ing hillbilly, aren't you?

No wonder you didn't pull over.

You never seen a TV before.

What's your name?

Gerald Gates.

What the f*** is this?

You know, Gerald...

...I've dealt with n*ggers...

...kikes, Polacks, Chinks, spics.

If God made it, I've seen it.

But you f***ing hillbillies,

you are the dumbest I ever met.

Go to hell.

You know, Gerald, I gotta

hand it to you. You got balls.

- Stupid as sh*t, but major balls.

- Hey. Hey, what are you doing?

The owner of the restaurant asked for

the machine to be removed last night.

It was an outfit setup.

Gerald just happened to be the driver.

God, Truman, I'm sorry.

You act like I was supposed to know

his brother was a cop.

He was a f***ing hillbilly. How many

hillbilly cops do you know about, Frank?

PappaJohn, in 40 years,

you ever hear of a hillbilly cop?

I did what I had to do.

It was clean. Am I right, Frank? Clean?

Bottom line is,

did we get what we wanted here?

I'm supposed to meet Northside's

lawyers at 3 to discuss our proposal.

That's good. That's real good.

- Relax, Frank. Quit worrying.

- I'm paid to worry.

Not the first time

you've made me anxious.

You do your job and I'll do mine.

Go home, Frank. Get some sleep.

Good night, Frank.

You shot him in cold blood, Joey.

Did Lawrence tell you that?

PappaJohn,

you gave me two instructions:

Teach him the business...

...and take care of him.

Joey.

Thanks.

Jessie.

You best wait here, hon.

They ain't real quick with strangers.

- I'm your wife.

- No, I ain't talking about you, honey.

I'm talking about me.

- Okay?

- Okay.

- Grandpa.

- Truman.

Briar.

Goddamn it, you're still brothers,

ain't you?

Truman.

- Truman.

- Cousin Hollis. Snake.

- Uncle Pierce.

- Truman.

Cousin Selkirk.

- Uncle De Witt.

- Truman.

Get the fella that killed him?

No, sir, not yet. They're working on it.

Is that your wife?

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