Asphalt Playground Page #2

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Guys...

The boss is called Gypsy.

You're the gypsy!

Got any spare change?

For my lookouts.

Gypsy has more funds

than all your people.

Let's try it. Gypsy.

- Gypsy.

- Gypsy.

l'm going.

Where to?

- C'mon, Mohawk.

- l'm stayin'.

C'mon, ok.

See you.

- Where you goin'?

- See you.

Djibril!

This is Djibril, lsma's brother.

The pride of the family.

We don't see him a lot

since he studies in Paris.

Don't l get a hello, pal?

How's it going?

lf he hears lsma's a lookout,

he's had it.

- Still studyin' law?

- Yeah.

Ace!

A future lawyer. He'll defend us.

Defend who?

A black lawyer means jail!

- Chill.

- Ever seen a black lawyer?

Obama.

- Right.

- Give us a break with Obama.

You forgot him.

lt'll never work in France.

At least no discrimination

in our business.

Your folks were boat people.

They'd like to see you deal?

F***er! Leave my folks be!

Dealing's no worse

than selling guns.

lt's all business.

We're the artisans

of free capitalism.

And we sell dreams.

Yeah, but illegally.

Because the politicians

want it that way.

Booze was illegal in the States.

Think about it.

lf people loosened up,

you'd find weed everywhere.

Know what the real reason is?

They're scared we'll burn it all

down, scared of a revolution.

lf they take our sole means

of survival, what then?

Gotta go.

Take care. See you round.

Who does that f***er think he is?

- You counted it?

- Yes.

Everybody chipped in.

Who gave me a torn bill?

Who else? Mariama.

Oh you!

Where's lsma?

He's out. Why?

No reason.

Djibril, you're grown up.

Think about getting married.

lt's time. The years fly by.

Don't laugh, Djibril.

She's serious.

Back home, a boy your age

is already married.

Get a nice wife from Mali.

lt'll make your mom happy.

They're crazy.

l need to work.

Hold on...

Not a white girl.

Family won't matter to her.

When the marriage ends,

she takes the children.

Then when do we see them?

l have to work now.

Bye.

- Mariama...

- What now?

You must control your kids.

People will start saying

you're raising them wrong.

Stop it.

Let Djibril choose his own wife.

My cousin married a Chinese girl.

A Chinese girl?

They're everywhere now.

And the kids?

Very pretty, with slanting eyes...

Who'd have imagined it?

What a loser! He won't move!

Hit him!

You lose again!

Sh*t...

Are you nuts? Call me Aim...

Kant...

Trsor! See ya.

l want a return bout!

Quiet down! Mom's resting.

l have my dance class.

So keep it down.

l'm going anyway.

Bad loser! Give me another game!

One last bout.

Wait for me.

Split! Quit following me!

l'm protectin' you.

The project's dangerous.

You? Protectin' me?

Get off my back.

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