Exit Wounds Page #4

How much? Two hundred?

Actually, 285.

lt better suck

and f*** me for 285, man.

Actually, there are only seven

of these on sale in the U.S.

That many.

Pop the hood, man. l want to see

what 285 look like.

That's the hood.

That's the trunk.

That's okay.

Yo, start it up, dog.

No, l am sorry.

lt's our policy.

You can't start up the car.

lt's policy. Sorry.

What in the--?

Hey, you!

Turn off the engine!

-Would you turn off the engine?!

-Yeah, yeah!

Could you turn the motherfucking

engine off?!

You don't have to yell.

All you had to do was ask.

You'd get much better results.

-Will you please just leave?

-No.

l want this.

Unless you decide you'd like

to live in this, l suggest that you--

l suggest you get started

on the paperwork.

What do these people think?

Oh, my God.

There's 300 in there.

Make sure he gets the commission.

He get--

Keep the change.

Maybe l made a mistake.

You know?

We're both homies. All of us here.

Why don't you....

Homies! l am your man!

Faster, dog! Yeah! Faster!

Okay, dog, go right.

Sit down, man.

Can't afford to get pulled over.

We got a big night tonight.

Doesn't anybody sleep anymore?

Oh, yeah. Bring you the goods, baby.

Hey!

-What are you looking at?

-Oh, sh*t, man!

You always walk up on somebody like

that? Could have gave me a coronary.

You mind if l take a look?

-Bird watching?

-Oh, no, man.

Just checking on my old lady.

Keeping tabs on her.

Women. You can't trust them.

Not as far as l can throw her ass.

And she a big b*tch.

l don't see anything. Where is she?

Up in the corner over there, man.

No luck.

You should go home

and call her tomorrow.

Cool. Just give me my sh*t, bro.

Oh, l am sorry.

Yo, sure enough! Five-O.

Five-O.

Come on, man.

Sh*t! Come on, man. Quit treating me

like l am Tupac. lt's my hand!

What are you doing?

-l am a cop. lt's all right.

-Since when do cops make things okay?

Yeah, man! Since when do cops make--?

Man, this sh*t hurt!

l am a political prisoner here, man!

He's Geronimo Fat.

Get out of here.

Hey, no, don't go! Don't leave!

He's going to try to put a plunger

in my ass! What you doing, man?

Don't go anywhere.

Let's see if you have this sh*t

when you get back out here!

Satisfied?

How much?

How about 25? With a cut here,

a cut there...

...it will double your money easily.

Quickest quarter mil you will make.

l need major weight.

l really don't want

to see any more of this.

-Give me a ballpark figure.

-Anywhere in the seven figures.

Yo, it's Five-O! lt's a setup!

Get out!

Well, l guess the grill was optional.

You have the right to remain silent.

Take a look in my back pocket, cop.

Want to buy your way out?

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