Five Thirteen Page #6

He a crazy motherf***er, if he thinks

I'm gonna take somebody else kidneys

that I seen walk in here,

screaming and crying.

I'm not doing that.

- Dog...

- Yo, have some dignity.

Dignity?

I'm thinking about

you and me.

I'm thinking

about our lives.

What are you talking

about?

What, you want to

take on this whole crew?

You don't even know where

the f*** we are, man.

Let's just do it.

Just relax.

Let's get the job done

and go back to L.A.

You're just as crazy

as that motherf***er.

The operation will take

place at 5:
00 a.m.

You will be

ready to leave at 6:00.

But for the night, please,

enjoy our hospitality.

(chuckling)

man:
I've done a lot

of things in my life.

I made a lot of money.

Everybody's scared

of me.

But there's a few

things that I haven't done.

For example, I haven't

been to the islands.

F*** an island girl.

There's a lot

I haven't done.

You see where I'm going

with this?

Like, you tickled my

imagination the other day.

The doctor here.

Because, I'm powerful.

Oh, I can get

anything done.

But I can't get

a motherfucking kidney.

Mr. Esteban, every

minute counts.

We have a private place where

we'll do the surgery in two days.

Doc, spare me.

You tell my people

and I'll be on the plane.

You take care

of the rest.

And you, you offered me this

and you want something in return.

And I can give it to you.

My reputation

is at stake.

But then again,

if I die, who gives a f***?

So, I'm gonna make this

deal with you.

I just want Miami.

You know that.

I will give you Miami.

But I gotta live.

You hear me?

I have to make it.

I have to be able to walk

and talk and f***,

and curse and I have

to live, to give you Miami.

It can be a beginning of a long

collaboration together.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I hope so, yeah.

A long relationship.

Because

you know what?

If I die, you're f***ed.

IJ"

Oh, my God!

So these

are kidneys.

Damn, that's disgusting.

I've never seen him from

the outside before.

Yo, Stick.

Look, let's go to a payphone,

I want to call Nestor

and let him know we good.

All right?

Yo, we in the middle

of the desert.

Call him

on your celly.

Use your head.

I don't want

to use my cell!

Cells could be traced.

Come on, be smart!

Now close this up,

let's get the hell out of here.

Damn, that's disgusting!

Tre:
Get your ass out.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

it's me.

I got the delivery.

Two pies, one with pepperoni,

one with cheese.

Yeah, I'm

back in the states.

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All right.

I'll phone you

when I get to L.A.

(knocking)

Come on.

Get your ass

out here.

(change clattering)

(fly buzzing)

(car starting)

IJ"

(police radio chatter)

Tre:
Yo, what the f***

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