Money Talks Page #4

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Bring your monkey ass up here.

Got me running

all over goddamn town.

People shooting at me and sh*t.

You the one got me in this sh*t.

Ought to kick your ass

in the head.

Freezing.

I know. I was

in the motherf***er earlier.

Listen to me.

I want an exclusive.

A what?

The entire city

is looking for your ass.

The cops want payback.

How many times I got to tell you

I didn't kill no- goddamn- body?

Regardless,

they want your ass dead.

Franklin, I will protect you.

I'll get you turned in,

let you tell your story...

but I want the exclusive.

I'll hide you for the weekend.

It'll all be over on Monday.

I don't trust your ass.

How I know this exclusive sh*t

gonna clear my name?

I guess you don't.

But without me,

you'll probably end up dead.

They need someone to blame.

Right now, it's you.

What do you say?

I ain't staying

in this neighborhood.

I can't stay here

for no two days.

That's right. You can't.

What you talkin' about?

You're coming to my wedding.

Your wedding? Sh*t! Hell, no.

I ain't going nowhere.

Po- po looking for me.

Trying to kill me?

Staying on the low- low.

God damn.

How you do that?

Did a report once

on escape artists...

and the women who love them.

Teach me how to do that sh*t.

There's no time.

We got time.

I need you to take a shower,

shave, lose the earring...

and, please, do something

about that hair of yours.

What you talkin' about?

My 'do is tight.

Every cop in the city

is looking for that tight 'do.

I'll hook up the hair, but

I ain't touching the earring...

'cause I'm still a player!

I'm gonna make a phone call.

I don't think

there's any hot water left.

What?

You heard me.

Punk- ass white boy.

This tub better be clean.

Who is it?

Barclay, it's James.

How you doing?

I got Franklin Hatchett.

Don't play games with me.

Words like that give me

a stiffy.

At my age, I can't waste them.

I'm not kidding you.

He's at my place safe and sound.

Congratulations.

You're rehired.

I thought I was supposed

to clear out by Monday.

Didn't you say that?

You didn't really take

me seriously, did you?

You're Pulitzer material.

I've always said that.

I'll send a camera crew...

down to the 20th precinct

in an hour.

Not a chance. I'm going

to keep him until Monday.

For sweeps week.

Don't be foolish.

A bird in the hand

is worth a 10- share...

for the whole weekend.

F*** you.

This is my story,

and you know it.

You're right. Monday it is.

Loser.

Freeze!

Vic Damone...

Get your hands on the car!

Vic Damone...

his music will last forever.

What the hell is a Vic Damone?

Vic Damone's Greatest Hits...

Ain't no greatest hit.

I ain't never heard it.

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