A Man Apart Page #3

Vetter, step away

from the prisoner!

Vetter, damn it, I told you!

Get away from him.

Get away.

I was just

asking him for a smoke.

Get off me.

I got a smoke for you.

If I wanted you dead...

...you would be.

That's enough.

Let's go, Vetter.

Come on. Come on!

Come on!

Okay, okay, okay.

Come on, Vetter, let's move.

Come on.

The order to hit my home

had to come from the top,

but to find that person,

you have to start at the bottom

and work your way

up the pipeline.

Somewhere along the line,

someone will talk.

- Yo, "T," what up?

- What's up with you?

Chillin', man.

Where Sexy at?

- In the house.

- Okay.

Yo, Big Sexy.

What's up, boy?

What's up with your D-Max?

- Chillin', dog.

- I'm glad you came.

I didn't know y'all was rolling.

Sean. What's up, man?

If you need a place to stay,

you are more than welcome.

All right?

Hey, man, we've got to

get at you about something.

So what's up?

We need to know who

out there moving major weight.

What kind of weight

y'all talking about?

Distribution level.

Some real sh*t.

Guys who are hooked up

with this new network.

Why you drinking out

the milk carton? Get a glass, man.

Damn!

Sexy, for real, man.

Talkin' about this weight,

we need to know who movin' it.

Those niggas

over in Ghost Town.

They movin' major weight

over by that church, man.

You still runnin' that dog?

You know, with your little dog?

I got the dog thing goin'.

Sean, I'm thinking

that could help us out.

You down with

hitting them fools up?

I don't care much about

them niggas on that side of town.

- Let's hit 'em up.

- Yeah, like tonight.

Cool.

I heard you came by the hospital.

Sorry, man.

I appreciate that.

That's cool.

I'm telling you, man,

we should have brought

the D.E.A. Dogs out here.

Come on, D,

don't insult me like that.

Capone will sniff a roach

out of the ashtray

out of any damn car on the block,

you know what I'm talking about?

- Well, get to sniffin'.

- Chill, chill, chill.

- We ain't got all night.

- Come on, boy.

Go get 'em, boy.

Come on, Capone.

All right, cool.

Go on, baby.

What's taking so long?

We ain't got all night, man.

Yeah.

Ain't in that one.

Come on, Capone.

- He got it.

- You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure!

He got it, man.

Hey, wait a minute! Wait a minute!

What you call yourself doing?

This ain't your car!

You get away from here.

Easy, ma'am,

I'm just doing my job.

You a**holes ain't got

nothing else to do

but come harass innocent,

hardworking citizens with this crap?

This is an honest,

blue-collar neighborhood.

Why don't you take your fat ass

up to the Palisades?

They could afford to pay

those $130 tow jobs.

This is an official impound.

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