Off Limits Page #3

Oh, sh*t. What you want, Rochester?

I don't wanna be Rochester.

Maurice, you seem to be overlooking

what fine shape you're in here.

You think I ain't hip to that?

I got my own plan for working this.

Yeah? What plan is that?

I'm working on it.

And no way does it involve

you two low-rank bohunk motherfuckers.

Who does it involve, Maurice?

A general.

A general.

I want a dude with some jizz

to shelter my ass.

I wanna see a dude with some jizz

to cut me orders out of here.

Now, you want a piece of this?

You fetch my ass a general.

How are we gonna

get you a general...

...if we don't know what

you have to tell him?

I followed the dude

that wasted the b*tch.

Now, I know what he looks like.

I know what's his rank

and I know where's his billet.

But we talking here, high-ranking

scrambled eggs motherf***er.

I know not to mess with no dude

with that kind of juice.

Not in this man's army.

So if you motherfuckers

want a piece of this...

...fetch me a dude

with stars on his shirt.

Was the man you followed

an Army officer?

General Reynolds is in Da Nang

until Monday.

Hey, that's cool.

That's cool. I'll wait.

But I ain't going back to my unit.

How's that?

I want a weapon...

...and I wanna stay

in a safe house, off-campus.

Somewhere downtown

in the soul kitchen.

I don't trust no motherfuckers

at this point.

Now, don't give me what I want...

...and I'll get total

motherfucking amnesia, dig?

I seen that sh*t on Mod Squad,

understand?

You get that sh*t

and you don't remember nothing.

Those are my terms.

Nonnegotiable, power to the people.

F*** the people. Power to Maurice.

I'm not staying with the fool

because I'll wind up killing him.

- Mr. Rogers.

- Mr. Rogers.

Hey, man. Why don't we get us

some dope delivered up here?

Man, you nervous enough

without that stuff.

Then let's get some b*tches up here

and have a party.

I doubt the VD Control

would approve you, Maurice.

Sh*t.

You know, you sure

is one square motherf***er.

McGriff and Perkins gonna drop off

some food for us in a little while.

Maybe they'll party with you.

Yeah, right.

Those two bohunk motherfuckers.

Hey. Now, that's happening.

Hi, everybody.

I'm Archie Bell with the Drells

of Houston, Texas.

- We don 't only sing...

Oh, watch this sh*t here.

... we dance just as good as we walk.

In Houston, we just started

a new dance called the Tighten Up.

This is the mu...

They're coming to waste my ass.

Man, would you put that thing away?

The power goes out all the time

down here.

Come on, motherfuckers.

Come on and get me.

Phone's dead too.

I can't take this spook house sh*t at all.

Shh! Be quiet.

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