Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son Page #4

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Malcolm, I want to go home, man.

Trent. Your car's back there.

They probably already ran your tags.

They know everything about us.

You just saw Chirkoff murder someone.

We can't go home. So, what, then?

That means he's gonna kill me?

Oh, come on! That is not hot.

I won't let him. All right? All I got

to do is get that flash drive.

It has enough dirt on Chirkoff to put him away forever.

Payoff, hits, everything.

Canetti told me where the flash is hidden.

We're just gonna lay low until I can get my hands on it.

Just calm down, all right? Relax.

Take a soothing breath.

They haven't called in yet and you

have no idea where they are.

You're the FBI!

What good is a leak if you can't tell me anything?

Just send me the photo.

How's the leg, boss? The leg's fine!

The FBI's run travel records, rental cars. Nothing.

They haven't left the area, at least not yet.

What about the flash drive?

Turner knows where it is.

We find Turner, we find the flash drive.

Right now, our biggest problem's his kid.

He saw me shoot Canetti.

I want him dead.

I got 15 MP3s of original stuff that ain't been mixed.

You can have that.

Georgia Girls School for the Arts.

You know what, just do like Pac's mom did.

After I'm shot down in the streets,

just release it as a double jam.

Would you knock off the crazy talk?

We gonna get out of this.

Yeah. That's probably what Biggie thought

when he was staring down the barrel.

Or Pac, when he was chilling on the Strip.

I got a plan.

You know what? Malcolm,

just promise me one thing.

What?

Don't let them do a clean version for Walmart.

Preserve who the Prodi-G was.

I'm going to hide you.

Hide?

I mean, come on. How you gonna

hide a swag as big as this?

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm gonna need a shrink after this, you realize that?

You didn't seem to mind when you was little and

I caught you trying on your mother's...

Shh!

You promised never to bring that

up. I was putting on a play.

(IN WOMANLY VOICE) Lord, Lord!

You a difficult child, Charmaine Daisy Pierce.

Who are you talking about?

(IN NORMAL VOICE) My great-niece.

And you better start sounding like her

before you scare someone.

Oh, right. (CHUCKLES)

In that case, how's this?

(SINGING IN LOW VOICE) Swing low, sweet...

(SQUEALING)

(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) Holy mother of...

Yeah. Yeah, right there. Now remember that feeling.

Fine! If I gotta be a chick, can I at least be a cute one?

Next time I'll buy my own damn clothes!

(IN WOMANLY VOICE) And pull down that skirt!

I can see straight to the Promised Land.

It's pulled down!

After a while, you realize it's just not worth the fight.

I wasn't even talking to you.

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