Nairobi Half Life Page #4

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What's this guy talking about?

- I wonder...

Leave him alone. He's mad.

Guys! Man!

B15's again? I told you,

no one is buying these things!

Has the government

given you a tender, or something?

Give us 5,000.

Maybe I'll give you 500, end of story.

- What good is 500?

I'd rather throw the stuff away.

3,000. Final offer.

Oti...

Here, maybe I'll give you 2,000.

Just this once.

- Listen, my man,

I want you to get Corolla parts for me.

Head lights

and side mirrors, OK?

Stop looking so miserable all the time.

- F*** off!

Oti? See you later.

- Smart!

We could've made more in that deal.

- Fine. Next time you negotiate.

I can read body language.

You!

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

Give me back my phone.

Sh*t.

Where does she think she is?

Sh*t, sh*t, f***!

Cops!

What?

- Those are the idiots who arrested me.

I thought you were untouchable?

I am, but these guys

are new in the area.

What do you mean?

They want to split 50-50 on what we make.

- And if we don't?

What if we don't give it to them?

What's up?

I'm on my way.

Let's go.

What's up?

- Found the Corollas. One is here,

the other one's over there.

What about the watchman?

- Looks like he's about to take a break.

There he goes.

He's going, guys.

He's gone.

- For now. - Be quick!

Dude, you broke it.

Let's see you sell that to Waya!

It's easy. You hit it

on this side, see? Like this.

And out it pops.

Go on, hit it. Hit it hard!

Hey, what are you doing?

Thief!

- Thief!

What?

"Thief, thief!"

He was scared out of his mind.

He was so scared he was rooted to

the spot, like a car at traffic lights.

The mob wanted to beat him up.

Trouble was brewing...

Big trouble!

Today is Tuesday, or have you forgotten?

- Officer, we need to talk.

Look, we're broke.

We haven't had a job in ages.

So I'm asking you: could you come back

next week? That'd be great.

And what am I going to eat?

- Look, you know

how this business works.

- What are you looking at?

Give me your ID.

- He's cool. He's one of my guys.

You guys need to work hard.

- No problem.

He's my guy.

How much did they swindle?

- 1,000.

So we have 1,000 left

and merchandise worth 2,000.

No, this stuff's worth 8,000.

That's empty talk.

- Let me show you how it's done.

The joy of work is not money,

but blowing the money.

Live today, and tomorrow will

take care of itself. - What do you do,

if you're not out making money?

- This guy doesn't know anything.

Today we need to get laid.

Are these from China?

- China, my arse!

Do you think we're stupid?

- 4,000, maybe.

Waya, don't mess with me!

Give us 10,000,

so each of us can go home with 2,000.

What, am I your provider now?

OK... 5,000.

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