Empire Page #4

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I tried.

It's just so damn boring.

I want to show you something.

Look what Vic got me.

Isn't it beautiful?.

- Is it your birthday?.

- No.

He just got it for me

out of the blue.

Oh, my God.

Carmen, these diamonds,

they're huge.

I don't even wanna tell you

where he bought it.

I mean, this must have cost

at least $15,000-$20,000.

- No way.

- Yes!

What does your boyfriend do?.

He's in business.

Business?.

What business is he in that he can buy

a $20,000 necklace for no reason?.

Don't answer that.

Listen, I gotta get going.

My boyfriend's having a party tonight.

- Why dont you and Vic come by?.

- Yeah- You sure?.

Yeah. I mean, it's all his friends.

I'd love to have someone to talk to.

It's a cocktail party- kinda dressy.

Your necklace will look fabulous.

Well, I'll be there.

Bring that boyfriend. I wanna see

who's taking such good care of you.

- You're not gonna have lunch?.

- No. And I can't find a match either.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Under the Giuliani dictatorship...

there's more than your usual number

of neighborhood sweeps.

They target a few blocks, try to shut

things down, then move on to the next.

You just gotta find

a way to survive.

Undercover units are always on the spot,

but they ain't foolin 'nobody.

There's always a constant flow

of money out here.

You can't let something like this

stop you or get at you.

So if they're gonna watch you,

then you gotta watch them back.

My God! Where are you going

so beautiful?.

To a party.

Here's your plate back.

Thank you.

You coming straight from the office?.

Yeah, I got a promotion. I'm not a

street pharmacist anymore. I'm a doctor.

Don't start, mami.

We have to go. Kiss.

- Have fun, honey.

- Okay, I'll call you later.

Bye.

National Geographic

should do a special on us.

F*** Bosnia.

I mean, this city, man.

'Cause we got invisible

but well-known boundaries here.

Different ways of life,

different rules, but no mixing.

Drive just a couple miles

over the bridge...

and abracadabra,

bodegas turn to fine boutiques...

tenement buildings

turn into brown stones.

Well, you gotta have

someplace to go.

Some boring-ass white people

who can't dance-

Oh, will you stop.

Sometimes you catch a white guy

in my neighborhood...

but that's only when

they're buying from me.

But when I come down to their ritzy

neighborhoods, they get uncomfortable.

- I s this it?.

- Yep.

- Come on, baby.

- Ah, come over here.

- Let's not go.

- Come on.

- I'll take you to the Copa.

- I don't want to go to the Copa.

- This'll be boring.

- Well, Trish is my friend.

I want you to meet her.

Come on, you have to take a hit.

That way, you'll change your mind.

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