Money Talks

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My first...

my last...

my everything.

And the answer to...

all my dreams.

You're my sun...

my moon...

my guiding star.

Sing!

That's what you are.

I know...

there's only...

only one like you.

There's no way...

they could have made two.

They couldn't have made two!

You the only one!

You're all I'm living for.

Your love I'll keep forevermore.

You're the first.

You're the last.

My everything.

Oh, sh*t!

Go, man, go!

What you got?

Dodgers tickets,

Lakers tickets...

and Phantom of the Opera

tickets.

It's theater.

You ever been to the theater?

What the hell wrong with you?

Nobody give a damn

about Phantom of the Opera.

Franklin,

there's money in culture.

Let me tell you something,

Roland.

Black people

don't want to see that.

Get me some good sh*t,

like Luther Vandross tickets.

Luther Vandross is not culture.

F*** culture!

People complain about

these f***ed up tickets.

You're making me look bad.

Next time,

come up with some better stuff.

OK.

I'm not f***in' with you.

I'm for real!

You owe me.

I don't owe you sh*t.

Where have you been?

You're supposed to wash it,

not take it for a joyride.

Where you been?

I been looking for you.

What?

I've been looking for you.

I'm glad I found you.

Get the hell on.

That's him. Let's do this.

I need two on the floor.

I need $200.

Same time. I don't know you.

Willie.

All righty.

Get out of here.

Try to hide some of this.

Keep it on the down- low.

You'll get a n*gger busted.

Get me locked up.

Hurry up.

- How we doing?

- What you need?

Let me guess.

Two to the Phantom of the Opera?

I've already seen it.

Wait a minute.

You that silly ass reporter

from the Channel Five News.

Channel 12, actually.

What's up?

James Russell. How you doing?

Wonder if we can talk to you

on camera.

Julio, is that all right?

Whatever you want to do.

Let's roll it.

Speed.

- Wait a minute.

- Cut.

Let me straighten out my sh*t.

I'm ready. Let's go.

You're ready? You sure?

I'm sure.

This is James Russell...

reporting on our city

and her crimes.

I'm here talking

to the car wash hustler.

You've got

quite an operation here.

What is going on down here?

I'm a businessman.

What the f*** you think

goin' on?

What?

You can't use

that kind of language on TV.

What language?

F***.

F*** what?

You cannot say "f***"

on television.

F*** that.

You the one wanted an interview.

Hurry up. I got sh*t to do.

I got sh*t to do, also.

Get on with it.

Speed.

This is James Russell reporting

on our city...

Hey, Franklin!

What's up?

I gotta go.

Y'all do a commercial

or find somebody else.

What up, Carmine?

I ain't seen you in a long time.

F***ing cut!

When am I gonna get my money?

What money?

Wait a minute.

You're talking about

the money I owe you.

I'm gonna pay you.

You know I'll pay you.

And I got your phone calls.

When you call...

Somebody stole my phone.

Can you believe that sh*t?

I don't like brothers,

and I don't like welchers.

Killing you would be double fun.

Stop playing.

What are you talking

about killing for?

If you kill me,

how am I gonna pay you?

Open the door,

get out of my car...

get on the street,

and get my money.

I'm gonna get it,

but don't leave mad.

Give me a hug or something.

- Get out.

- A kiss?

Franklin Hatchett?

He dead. They buried him

at the Compton cemetery.

You're under arrest.

What the f*** y'all doing?

I didn't do sh*t!

Nobody ever does.

You have the right

to remain silent.

Wait a minute.

I'll give you $5.00

to let me out.

Bribery, too?

In the car.

Watch my head.

He offered me $5.00.

Channel 5, help a brother out?

Geraldo!

You ain't gonna do nothing?

I'm gonna get your ass!

A serious crime.

Justified punishment.

This is James Russell reporting.

Channel 12 News.

We got him.

We didn't get sh*t.

Let's get out of here.

I am dead serious.

The po- po trippin'.

Ever since that O.J. sh*t.

I was rolling down the street,

wasn't doing nothing.

They gonna pull me over.

I was just living

ghetto fabulous.

I had five of my finest hos...

Are you hot?

A little,

but I was just chillin'.

The cop pull behind me,

lights and everything...

"Get out of the car. "

I said,

"I ain't gettin' out the car. "

Then all my hos was scared.

They was like, "We scared. "

They be saying stuff

like that.

I was like, "I ain't stopping.

I ain't do nothing. "

And he said, "Get out the car. "

I got out and said,

"What you calling backup for?

"This is between me and you. "

They got my license,

my registration, everything.

You gotta talk to 'em.

Stop playing.

He started trippin'.

That's when I slapped him.

I put his handcuffs on him...

put him in the back seat,

and said...

"I'm gonna take your ass

to jail...

"'cause you're

the one trippin'."

They put their hands on you?

One dude tried to grab me

from the back.

That's how they caught me.

From the back? How they do it?

They tried to grab me

like this, jack me up.

Like that?

They was grabbing.

They was trippin'.

Like that.

Get the hell off me!

Where's your shirt at?

Good- bye, sweetness.

Where we going?

Just leave me the f*** alone.

Who you talking to?

What?

Vacu fela culay,

you Jerry-Lewis-liking motherf***er.

Let's move it.

Let me borrow your gun.

Come to the back of the bus.

You shut up and sit down.

What the hell wrong with you?

I don't play that sh*t.

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