Marked For Death Page #3

And every time l see somethin' goin' down,

l see him. There he is.

Last month, my 13-year-old nephew died

in a crack house run by these guys.

That cut it for me.

- l'm sorry.

- Look, l've had it!

And now it seems

they're movin' in down here.

- l'm just waitin' to do somethin'.

- Let me tell you somethin'.

There's nothin' you can do about it

and there never was, all right?

But you gotta try to protect your own, or

are you so burnt out you can't relate to that?

No. l can relate to that.

Excuse me.

Blood and fire!

Go!

Move out! Move out!

Come on! Call an ambulance!

Hey, bwoy! Somebody about dead tonight!

Raas, what do you...?

Me no know you, but l promise you

you is a dead man walkin'!

So what else is new?

Give us some room here! Come on, let's go.

Let's clear the area. Clear that area.

You're dead, bwoy! Yuh hear? Dead!

- Welcome home.

- ls that the suspect, Mr Hatcher?

Yeah, the first guy up there.

All right. Watch it, people.

Stay back behind the line.

Like Los Angeles,

New York, and Washington,

small-town America

now has blood in its streets,

as a gang shoot-out in Lincoln Heights

tonight has left four dead.

Although less than one per cent

of Jamaican immigrants are involved,

Jamaican gangs, known as posses, are

now dominating the American drug trade,

with more than 10,000 members

trafficking drugs in 20 states.

According to Justice Department officials,

they are as disciplined as they are violent.

Torture and maiming are posse trademarks,

and posse gunmen are said to prefer

shooting their victims in public.

Sources estimate they have committed

Dale Harimoto, WXTV, Chicago.

- Stay back. Watch it.

- Sheriff O'Dwyer.

- l'm Sheriff O'Dwyer. Who might you be?

- Roselli. FBl, OC task force.

- We're taking over here.

- By what authority?

United States Government Code,

Title 18, Section 111.

Go get their statements.

Keep the looky-loos out of the crime scene.

- You're excused, Sheriff.

- Roselli, l won't forget this.

You and your agents so much as spit on

the deck, and l'll personally write the citation.

Hatcher! Jesus Christ!

What the hell are you doin' back here?

Thought l'd visit my mother, you know?

l'm retired now.

Retired, huh? Well, that's cosy.

What the hell went down?

Gee, l don't know. What does it look like?

lt's a shoot-out... Colombians...

- What do you want me to say?

- Probably Tito Barco's clan.

- What would Tito Barco be doing up this far?

- Losing. The turf is spreading out, Hatcher.

The Jamaican posse's more organised than

the others. They got more guns, more balls.

Jimmy Fingers is giving them everything.

Jimmy Fingers...

ex-casino man out of Atlantic City.

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