Gimme the Loot Page #4

It's "A-Lisa. "

Whatever.

- No, get it right.

And it's 80 bucks.

So then give me my 80 bucks.

I love her.

You love her?

You out your mind, son.

- Yo, I never gave her

this shirt.

You could take it.

- Uh-uh.

What do I want with this?

- I don't know.

Resell it or something.

Resell it?

Nah, it don't work like that.

What am I supposed to do?

Find some other herb

named Ronaldo

who's f***ing your girl?

I don't think so.

Hey, look, I can't pay you.

Look, you can keep the custom.

Give it to Alyssa

to try to win her back.

It's "A-Lisa. "

- You need to get over this sh*t

and go find some other girl.

I can't, though.

I got no money, I got no job,

and I got no girl.

I got nothing!

What about your kicks?

- Yeah, I got my sneakers.

Big whoop.

- Nah, I'm saying,

run your sneakers.

What?

- Look, nigga,

you owe us money,

and we need the cash now,

so I'm taking your sneakers.

But those are my favorites.

So?

Yo, what the f***!

B*tch, why the f***

didn't you stop them?

I don't care.

Call your f***ing friend.

I don't have a phone.

Call your f***ing friend.

I don't have a phone.

You don't have a phone?

What the f*** is this

in your pocket, then?

Oh, you don't have

a f***ing phone?

So what the f*** is this, then?

- He doesn't have a phone,

though.

- Oh, he don't have

a f***ing phone.

Okay, and since you didn't have

a phone,

I guess I'm not robbing

your ass, then.

- I'm sorry.

- What the fu-

F***!

# I believe

# I believe

# I'll go home #

Hello?

Take off your shoes.

I'm in the bathroom.

Hey.

You're not Donnie.

Who are you?

Uh...

Sliced my toe really badly.

Does it hurt?

Yeah, like hell.

I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

It's not your fault.

Come in.

So who are you?

I'm Malcolm.

Oh, okay.

- You just asked me who I am.

That's my name.

- Come in. Come in.

Into the bedroom.

Where's Donnie?

Come sit over here.

- I don't know.

He must be working.

Look at my toe.

It's really bad.

Yeah, it is.

You should put some Vaseline

on that or something.

My brother's a boxer,

and they always use that for-

- Vaseline?

- Yeah.

- No, it needs, like,

hydrogen peroxide or something.

Whatever works for you.

- You know, you don't exactly

seem like the Donnie type.

I mean, I work for him.

And we go bombing together

sometimes, but that's about it.

Like terrorists?

What?

Bombing?

Nah, yo, like graffiti.

You know, spray paint,

writing on walls,

climbing buildings.

- I know what graffiti is,

okay?

I'm not an idiot.

Um, look, I need a 50.

My wallet's in the other room.

Oh, I'm so broke.

- Yeah, I see you got, like,

a lot of cameras in here.

My uncle, he bought me a camera

just like that before.

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