Road Page #4

Something special for you.

Browning.

High power.

- That looks nice.

- You think?

- Can I try it?

- Check it out, homes.

- Orale!

- What are you saying

on this one?

- I'll take care of you,

ese.

But I don't want

no problems, huh?

I want nothing

coming back on me, ese.

You know how I get down,

James Brown, homie.

- You got my word.

- Orale!

- Shakil, how are you?

- I'm all right.

- Come in.

Shakil, take a seat

and I'll go get H, okay?

- All right.

- Yo, what's up, bro?

Been trying to

get hold of you

since morning, man.

I tried calling you

and everything.

Where you been?

- Forget that.

Listen, I need your help.

+- I'm here, bro.

What's the matter?

- I found out who killed Tukka.

- What?!

Have you told the police?

- They think it's a joke, H.

I have to deal with this

myself.

Come.

- Bro, just talk to me, man.

There's always other ways.

We'll deal with them, man.

Just talk to me.

- I'm outside in the car,

yeah?

- I'm not f***ing happy.

It's late, and it's short.

- We've got a problem, Frank.

Security's out of my control.

- You got a bigger problem.

It's me.

- We got a new shipment

coming in

from Afghanistan tomorrow.

- I want the remainder here,

and I want it f***ing now.

- I've never let you down

before, have I?

- F***ing make sure you

don't let me down this time,

you got it?!

Give him the f***ing money.

- See ya, Frank.

- You never late, ese?

- I'm a busy man.

Let's see the toys.

- Mira, you ain't seeing

nothin'

till I get my money, homes.

- Carlos, how many years

have we been doing business?

Do we look like a pair

of f***ing idiots to you?

- Hey, Spiky,

transfer the man

his money.

- You sure?

- Yeah, do it.

- Yeah, it's done.

- All good?

- All right, ese.

Check it out.

- Here, have a look.

- MP 9 mm.

It's naughty.

- All good?

- Well, yeah, Sharky,

I wanna talk to you, ese.

- Yeah,

what are you saying?

- Alone, ese.

- Hey, Spikes,

go sit in the car, yeah?

Go chill out.

- In a bit.

- Mira, what's this

bullshit I'm hearing

about Spikey, ese?

I heard the cops

are on to him.

You better take care of it.

- Yeah, listen, I'll deal

with my brothers, yeah?

Leave them to me.

- You know I don't like

no problem.

You better take care of it,

or you're gonna have

a problem with me.

- Look, we don't want no

problems, okay.

I'll sort it out.

- Andele.

- Yo, where's Diesal, Frank?

- He's on his way.

He's late.

- See, this is what I'm

talking about, Frank.

You can't even control your

own f***ing dog, can you?

- What seems to be

your problem, Crow?

- My problem is this, man.

Diesal's gone round

robbing my mans

and making me lose

a lot of f***ing money

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