Marked For Death Page #4

That's a piece of cake.

You pop him, you got it.

- Why don't you help us out on this one?

- Cos l'm out.

- Come on, Hatcher. lt's in the blood.

- lf it's in the blood, l'll get a transfusion.

Lieutenant, may l see yuh for a moment? The

professor has found something interesting.

- Charles, how ya doin'?

- We'll see you around, Hatcher.

- The sign on de wall is Abakua.

- More of this voodoo bullshit?

Professor, you call the markings

on de wall voodoo bullshit?

Nope. l've seen them in New York,

Los Angeles and now here.

Sal, dis is no bullshit, man. Those markings

were put dere by a man named Screwface.

Know what it means

when we say a man's face is screwed?

- No.

- Well, l pray you never have to find that out.

Who's that?

lt's John Hatcher. He was an undercover

troubleshooter for the DEA.

- We worked together a couple of years ago.

- l know him. Him comin' in wid us?

No. He thinks he's retired.

He still looks functional to me.

l have a message for you

from Tito!

Him say meet him in hell!

- Dem let you out?

- No jail can hold me

- when Jimmy Fingers is on my side.

- Same.

Jimmy Fingers.

Give t'anks for

bringin' out my bredren. Same?

Bondsman knew he was gonna skip,

so l figured l'd throw him a little extra.

- Monkey, time for business.

- Let's take care o' dis.

Come.

No, man. l just think

you have to take it one step at a time.

Nobody. Yuh know what l'm sayin'?

Me notjokin', bwoy.

Yes, man. Yes. Hold on. Hold on.

Listen up, you see?

Our provider, the man of science, a come!

All right!

Dreadlocks, Monkey be wid us again.

Dat no good?

Yeah!

And the magic be everywhere.

The warriors... Conquerors!

Respec'. The Almighty

has given l an' l his hand.

His rod of correction l hold.

Let no man here fear for his own life!

Dem dat wish l an' l

to be left in poverty and squalor

will demselves be damned!

lf a man commit a crime against you,

he must be paid back a t'ousand times!

Who you fear?

Him... or me?

Let no man here steer

from de path l 'ave prepared!

Dem de streets out dere

belong to you now!

- Take it.

- Yeah!

Take it!

Take it!

- Come.

- Yes.

l still don't believe you. lf you don't see

the sh*t that's happening around us,

- you're blind or you don't wanna see.

- Maybe l've seen enough.

- l don't think the world wants to change.

- Look, things do change, man.

lt's like you see this big dam with a leak

in it. You plug it with your finger.

Soon you see more holes. You plug it with

your other fingers, your toes, your tongue.

But the water keeps on gushing out.

That's the way it is.

Pretty soon, you quit or get killed.

Five days later, they got

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