All About the Benjamins Page #6

I put my hands up.

So put your f***ing hands up, then!

Just keep it like that.

Look at this guy.

F***.

F***.

You take care of this|Reggie Wright character...

...before he goes running to the police.

Otherwise...

...I'll be taking care of you.

Now get the f*** out of my office.

You get that cleaned up.

This has been the worst day|of my f***ing life...

...and if one of you fucks|don't put it right...

...it's going to be the worst day|in your lives.

You understand?

You get the f*** out of my office!

Everybody.

I just want to get my diamonds, OK?

I'm sorry.

Just get me my f***ing diamonds.

F***.

Hey, yo, Reggie, where's G?

Man, you better stay your little|bad ass away from my woman.

Man, when are you going to|let her baby-sit me, man?

I been waiting for two weeks now.

Man, you don't need a baby-sitter.

You need a parole officer.

You're probably home by yourself|right now, ain't you?

Man, that's what I need|a baby-sitter for, dumb ass.

If it wasn't for you and puberty...

...man, I'd probably be bangin'|that out right now.

Who you calling dumb ass?

Leave me alone, Kelley.

What?

Hey, man.

What are you doing, man?

I'm not gonna have that, man.

Hell, no.

No. Hell, no, man.

Come on, man.|I got sh*t to do, man.

Man, let me go with you, man.

Don't play me like that.

Man, that's why|I'm not about to tell you that...

...some guy came by here|looking for you today.

- Who?|- Him right there.

Damn.

Man, leave him alone, you rent-a-cop.

Man, you ain't have to do|this sh*t to me, Bucum, man.

Shut up, punk,|before I break your arm.

Man, leave him alone, man.

Get out of here before I|shoot you, you little bastard.

Man, what I do?

You and your buddies|almost shot me today.

I know you was with them.

Aw, wait a minute, Bucum.

You got it all wrong, man.|I wasn't with them cats, man.

- Yeah, you was with them, nigga.|- You know me, Bucum, man.

I ain't never gave you|no problems except for now.

Come on. Let's go.|On your feet.

Look, I accidentally hid|in their van on an accident.

I know I've been full|of sh*t in the past...

...but I'm for real today.|I cannot go to jail.

I got a damn good reason|why I can't go to jail.

You want to know why?|You want to know why, Bucum?

You want to know why I can't go to jail?

I ain't got no bond money,|for number one.

Number two, they keep giving me|this court-appointed lawyer...

...that always send me back to jail|for six, seven, eight months.

Oh, you don't believe me?

You want to know why|I can't go to jail for real?

I just won the lottery for sixty million.

I'll put that on everything I love.

I am not bullshitting|with you. I'm for real.

I'm about to get cold cash--|thousands of dollars.

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