Road Page #3

- Oy, yo check

the number plate, Chris.

Who's that, dog?

- How you doing boys?

- Yeah, we're good, man.

- You, come here.

- Who, me?

- Yeah, you.

How you doing?

- Yeah, I'm blessed man.

Who are you though?

- Let's just say I'm a good

friend of your brother's.

- Yeah, so what's good then?

- Well, it's none of your

business.

You tell him you saw Frank

and when he's ready

to come and see me,

you got it?

- Yeah, I got that.

- Good.

You look after yourself, kid.

- So what's your name again?

- It's Frank.

- You look after yourself

too, you hear, Frank.

- Bumbaclot tart no!

- Yo, Dredd.

Has he spoken yet?

- No, not yet.

- Listen, you and me know

that Diesal put you up

to this sh*t.

Now I'm asking you nicely.

This man over here

ain't going to talk.

F*** you.

And f*** you too.

F***ing deal with him, man.

- What a bumbaclot.

- Poor simple boy.

- I'm gonna call Frank.

Yo, get me Frank.

- Boss.

It's Crow.

- Crow?

- Yo Frank,

how many times

I got to tell you

about this b*tch ass

Diesal stepping on my toes?

- I really haven't got time to

be sorting out this bullshit.

- It's not bullshit, man.

what are you on about bullshit?

I caught the guy who

killed two of my boys

and guess what?

He's Diesal's rat.

So you gonna do about that?

- You meet me at the

container base in an hour.

- All right, listen.

You better get this sh*t

sorted, Frank,

or else there's

gonna be f***ing war.

- I said...I'll sort it.

- All right.

Go get the Rolls.

- Yo, Dredd,

you deal with that.

You come with me.

Come.

- Tails say you're dying.

- Oh, yeah,

Shokka que pasa, man?

I been waiting for you,

homie.

- Same, Carlos.

You good?

- Sorry to hear about

your little brother, man.

I heard that Lavatta was

peddling some dope in the hood.

- He wasn't peddling no dope.

Whose dope was that?

- I don't know, homie.

So what can I do for you?

- You know what

you can do for me.

- So you know who killed him?

- Yeah.

- You're gonna shoot up

everybody.

- Frank.

- Frank.

- Going for him.

- You loco, man.

You f***ing crazy, man.

Frank is gonna cut

you up into little pieces

and feed it to his pigs, man.

Orale. But I don't want

no problem with Frank

coming back to me--

this stays between me and you.

Okay, follow me.

So what you looking for,

ese, a grenade tank?

RPG...rock the whole

neighborhood.

- I don't need that,

you know.

- You don't need that.

Okay.

I got something

that come in this morning.

An AK74 ese, 20 men.

- It's too big.

- Okay.

I got a MP5K.

- That's nice, you know.

- It's nice.

It take out 20 men.

- You got nothing

lighter?

- Something lighter?

Okay, this only 'cause

I like you, Shokka.

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