New Jack City Page #4

You got your men.

But I don't want any waves.

Not a goddamn ripple.

Who the hell is this

psychedelic blotter-acid fool?

Be cool.

This is Detective Nick Peretti, a crazy

motorcycle-freak, reject cop, like you.

A wild man no one else wanted.

He means I'm expendable.

Whatever, man. What did you

come here for? To watch me exercise?

I came here to lay a name on you.

Nino Brown?

His sidekick, "Gee Money" Wells?

Call themselves

the Cash Money Brothers.

Used to stickup twobit jewelry stores.

Yeah, thrill-seekers, wanna-be gangsters.

I hate them. So what's up?

What's up is this.

We need some evidence.

Evidence of murder, drug trafficking...

...racketeering, tax evasion. Anything.

We've never been able

to make anything stick on Brown.

No sh*t. 1/3 of the department's

on Nino's payroll.

The other 2/3 don't care

unless it affects their community.

What you saying?

Listen.

I've been authorized to set up...

...an independent drug-fighting unit

and I'm picking you.

- Why me?

- What do you mean, why you?

You're from the neighborhood. I can

trust you. And I know you give a sh*t.

So what's the catch?

There's no catch, man.

Why you got to say that?

Because I know your ass, Stone.

Peretti goes with you.

This big biscuit-head looking...

Listen! It's not going to be another

one of your wild-ass solo acts.

Peretti is the only cop I could find

crazy enough to team up with you.

This is my shot.

And you f*** up, it's all on me.

I want to thank you because you know

I want to get back in this war.

But this guy, man...

You in or out?

I'm in, all right?

What do you mean,

Frazier won't give up the apartments?

I'm not asking him, I'm telling him!

I'll handle that fat bastard myself!

- We're honored.

- No, I'm honored. Really.

We understand you have

a new Peruvian connection.

So what of it?

We know you've started to centralize

operations at the Carter.

And you didn't notify Don Armeteo,

who takes such things as an insult.

Your point?

My point is you f***ing guys are cutting

us out of our agreed upon 10%.

It's time we renegotiate.

I'll tell you what, message boy.

You go back and tell Don Armeteo:

No renegotiating. F*** that.

The Cash Money Brothers

are a self-contained unit now.

But you come see me next week.

And I'll hook you up with some of them

collard green linguinis and sh*t.

Chicken Alfredo. Chitlins Alfredo.

Maybe get a better suit!

F*** you.

Nino, I don't know.

Frankie's an all-right guy.

F*** them scungili - eating motherfuckers.

This is our thing. They don't want

to roll with it, we'll roll over them.

This moolanyan must have an MX missile

instead of a cock, he gets so high.

Our snitch was right.

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