Double Take Page #4

Freeze!

Oh! Oh, sh*t. No.

- Well, you did it again.

- Hey, it happens.

- No! No! No! - Come on, guys. How'd the wife...

How'd the wife get in here?

- Hello? Is that you, Daryl?

- Hello? McCready, is that you?

Hell, yeah, it's me. I'm in trouble.

They think I killed two cops.

- Excuse me. Excuse me.

- Yeah, sure. Hold on. My secretary, she is dead.

Those two guys you showed me

the pictures of, they showed up

at my office this morning.

- Look, I'm in trouble.

- Excuse me.

- Woman, woman, step off, all right?

- But you're not using the phone.

I got the phone now. You happy?

Look, the sh*t just hit the fan here.

Get your ass up here

and get me out of this.

Okay. First you gotta

get out of New York.

What are you talking about?

Are you listening to me?

I didn't kill anybody.

I don't wanna leave New York. Stop it!

- You wanna take your

chances with NYPD? - Sh*t.

Look, I'm black. I'm not stupid.

Okay, get your black ass to Mexico

where I can protect you.

Meet me in the town of La Questa.

La Questa. All right.

Listen, Daryl, don't use

your credit card, don't show your ID.

If you do, they'll find you,

they'll kill you.

Just get to Mexico.

Don't look at anybody.

Don't wave at anybody.

Don't talk to anybody.

Yo, b*tch, what up?

What's a uptown nigga like yourself

doin' down here with us common folk?

Figure a b*tch like you

be in a limo, G-five, G-nine.

You know, that kind of sh*t.

You know, me and the Big Apple, baby.

It's like the 1900s.

It's over. It's over, baby.

You know, you one rude Negroid.

Didn't your mother ever tell you to talk to

people when they talk to you? Be sociable.

See, I know what your problem is. Your

father fondled you as a child, didn't he?

See, what you need

is some couch time.

Just sit down

and let it all out.

It happened to me... me and my grandfather.

I remember I was three years old.

- Hey, listen to me. I'm serious.

- It was only when he was on that moonshine.

Please.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Hey, hey, hey, baby. Hey, hey, hey. Hey,

baby. It's gonna be all right.

Come here. Daddy love you.

All right, in, baby, yeah.

Get your b*tch ass back in the bag.

Nigga, nigga, nigga.

You got the NYPD "shoot a brother

41 times" after your ass.

- Would you keep your voice down?

- No wonder you're nervous.

- I need to get to Mexico.

- And people in hell need ice water.

A fat woman wanna be skinny.

A midget wanna be tall.

- You wanna be white.

- I'll take that as a yes.

- Come on, man.

- Hey, hey. Watch the clothes, man.

- If you're gonna help me, help me. But just...

- Oh, he need some help.

Well, look here. If you don't

wanna go to thepenitentiary, you might

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