American Gangster Page #4

whatever that is.

Nigga, I'm talking about snakes.

Tigers, Vietcongs, mosquitos

that'll f***in kill your ass.

- You wanna go into the jungle?

- We're going.

- F*** it, let's go.

- We're going.

Why not?

Hey, Frank.

This whole spot's locked down

by the Kuomintang.

General Chang Kai Chek's

defeated army.

How would you get it into the States?

You ain't got to worry about that.

- Who do you work for in there?

- Don't worry about that either.

Who are you really?

Frank Lucas,

like it says on my passport.

- I mean, who you represent?

- Me.

You think you're going to take

a 100 kilos of heroin into the U.S.

and you don't work for anyone?

Someone's going to allow that?

That's right.

After this first purchase...

if you're not killed

by Marseilles importers...

or their people in the States...

then, what?

Then there'll be more, much more.

I guarantee you.

And if it's all the same to you, I don't

have to drag my ass here no more.

Of course not.

My man.

- Soul brothers?

- Soul brothers.

Fifty grand. It'll cover them,

the pilot and the boys on the other end.

Give them a hundred.

Fifty will cover it.

Give them a hundred, the whole thing.

And look.

That's all I got.

If that dope don't arrive,

for any reason...

Listen.

Cousin or no cousin,

I'm a busy man, all right?

I got no time to go

to nobody's funeral.

I'll let you know

when it's in the air.

My man.

Richie?

F***in guy made me,

don't know how he did,

but he did.

He went for his gun!

I had to do it, man!

A hundred people out there heard

the shot. You gotta help me,

you gotta do something!

Where are you, Jay?

That's the problem.

Dispatch, I got a 10-13.

I got a 10-13.

Copy that. What's your 20?

Tower 2.

Floor 1G.

Canton West, in the projects.

- Identify yourself, please.

- Detective Richard Roberts.

Negative, I got no units in that area.

Bullshit.

Please put the call out again.

I'll need assistance.

Det. Roberts, I got no units

in that area, that's a negative.

Why you goin' thru, motherf***er?

Be cool!

Be cool, all right?

I'll find out what's going on in here.

Richie.

Open the motherfuckin door!

Where's your backup ?

You got no backup?

Why is that?

Bandage his neck.

- Richie, he's dead.

- I know he's f***in dead, right?

Bandage his neck, clean up his head.

Prop him up on the gurney

so he's sittin,

and open his f***in eyes.

- All right? Let's go!

- F***.

OK, clean him up.

Give me your gun.

Your gun!

You have your badge?

You guys ready?

Just keep moving forward.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

It's OK!

Injured man coming out.

Step back.

Let them do their job.

He'll be all right.

Step back.

That's fine.

That's it.

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