All About the Benjamins Page #4

Get out of here.

Control this thug.|That's all I gotta say.

Or next time, he will go to jail.

Thanks a lot.

Call you later.

How long you think it'd take a man...

...to run from one end of|this walkway to another?

What difference does it make?|You're off the file.

What?! Bullshit!|Reggie's my rabbit.

Not anymore. Miami P.D.|is all over it!

How you gonna give...

...these tight-ass motherfuckers|my job, Martinez?

You know I need that money.

I didn't give it away.

They took it, so get over it.

Go relax or something.

Get you some p*ssy, for chrissake.

Yeah? My money feels|better than p*ssy.

Oh, yeah? That's the kind|of money I want.

Meanwhile, here you go.

I don't--

Look, look. Look here.|Go ahead!

Take it. There's your money, all right?

Thanks for nothin'.|Now, leave it alone.

Leave it alone!

Do not touch Reggie Wright.|I said it once...

...I'm not gonna f***in' say it again.

I almost got shot over|a bullshit misdemeanor.

That ain't even Reggie's m.o.!

Not even a little bit!

So, I know somethin' is goin' down.

I can feel it.

OK, smart ass.

The next time the cops|get you, they got you!

I'm not comin' down here, period.

You're on your own.

You're too good for your own good.

You're gonna get blackballed|from this business one day.

You're gonna end up|back at that dog track...

...shoveling sh*t where I found you.

Mark my words.|Mark my f***in' words!

Thanks, Martinez.

I love you, too.

Rag-top son of a b*tch.

Damn.

Zo.

This--

$600.

You got to be f***ing kidding me.

All these tips.

I could've stayed home for this sh*t.

Next up, this week's Florida|state winning lottery numbers.

Santa Maria, Santa Maria,|Santa Maria...

Hey, baby, you play my ticket?

You play my lotto?

I played it.

Have you seen my Santa Maria?

The one with the gold crown?

Nah, baby.

I almost got killed just a minute ago.

- You seen Bucum anywhere around here?|- Bucum?!

Yeah. The one that locked|me up fifteen times.

The bounty hunter.

Big, stocky dude.

Where the f***...got it.

Baby, lotto's coming on.

I don't care about no damn lotto.

I got chased by|a motherfucking Mexican...

...and a big white b*tch today.

Looking like a project power ranger...

...chasing me all over this place.

What are you talking about, Reggie?

There was some kind of diamond heist...

...near the beach today, right?

Bucum chasing me.

I'm running.|I accidentally hid...

...in the back of the damn crooks' van.

A diamond heist, Reggie?

Then they tried to kill me.

So, what happened after that?|How did you escape?

How did I escape?|You know how I escaped.

I fought my way up out of there.

I hit about five dudes, knocked|about three b*tches down.

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