The Man Page #2

I was in Turkey

recently, uh...

Santos,

what's cracking, dawg?

- Yo, I need 20 grand.

- Yeah, don't we all?

I need that in non-sequential

unmarked bills, and I'm in a hurry.

I'm not your

personal ATM, man.

Come on, Santos.

You know you're gonna give it up,

so cut the bullshit.

Hey, I don't have that kind

of cash down here right now.

Nuh-uh. See? You're lying. Now

I personally logged a million in cash

into that vault

right over there just last month

on a case we both

know hasn't gone to trial yet,

so you're still holding.

What happened

between us, Santos?

Where the love, dawg?

You realize it's my ass

if you come up short again.

It's just flash money.

I'll have it back this afternoon.

Come on, now go

and get that.

I'll have the paperwork

done by the time you get back.

All right, but I need

that money back here by 4:00.

You can trust me, man.

Come on now.

I'm in a hurry. Chop-chop.

Work that combination, baby.

Look, man, they'll give you a taste,

then they'll tell you

where to bring the money.

They don't want the goods and the cash

- in the same spot.

- Booty, I do this for a living.

Look, I don't know these guys.

They're from out of town.

What do you know, Booty?

This is the place, man.

He'll give you a gun and a phone now

and call you later

for the money.

Take the corner seat

at the counter

and be carrying a "USA Today."

A "USA Today," the newspaper.

Look, man, I did what

you asked me to do. I'm done with this.

You better hurry up, man.

By this time tomorrow,

the guns will be gone.

- You want a taste?

- Pardon me?

- There's your taste.

- That's my taste?

Wait for our call.

Hey!

What?

He's got a gun.

No no, this is not...

No no no, it's not my gun.

It's the man that

was sitting here he j... he just left.

Oh oh!

He's got a gun, man!

It's going back in the bag.

Back in the bag.

- Drop the gun!

- Ah!

- Drop the gun! Now!

- Yes.

- Yes, the gun's going down.

- Drop it!

The gun is going down.

Gun is down.

- Gun is down.

- Just shut up.

All right. Ah!

You picked the wrong day to pull

a stick-up, dickwad.

It's not my gun.

Some guy gave it to me.

- What guy?

- Some guy. He gave me a bag,

- and he said, "Taste it. Taste it."

- He said what?

- Something about a taste.

- Tell me what he said,

exactly word for word

what he said.

He said, "That's your taste,"

but there was nothing to taste,

just a phone and a gun.

Look, I just went in for a cof...

- Oh sh*t. They think you're me.

- They think I'm black?

No, they don't think

you're... A.T.F.

You're coming with me.

What? I have done

nothing wrong!

- Well, Simon?

- It's coming.

All right, I got him.

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