The Big I Am Page #4

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Duty calls!

Take control, make me scream

I can't stop lovin'

I'm a love machine

[Gunshots]

That's Barber, all right.

It doesn't make sense.

In Stubbs' car.

So, who's driving?

Stubbs?

Let's find out.

[Ammunition's "Get Down"

plays]

People want to get down

with you

People want to step

into the party and jive

One time for this rhyme,

let me do it to it

People want to step

into the party and jive

What you gonna do, baby?

It's on you

People want to step

into the party and jive

One time for this rhyme,

let me do it to it

All 'round town,

people tryin' to get down

What you gonna do, baby?

It's on you

All 'round town,

people tryin' to get down

What you gonna do, baby?

It's on you

Rocks nice

and rocks 'em well, yo

Watch 'em chop it up

and make you feel so rude

Rocks nice

and rocks 'em well, yo

Watch 'em chop it up

and make you feel so rude

I met her in my dreams,

she was my queen

A castle in the mountaintops,

rivers and streams

Pluckin' sunlight from the sky

in my pocket...

[Music continues in distance]

You're all squared up?

Square-f***ing-one, more like.

How old are you?

And tried every scam in the book.

[Scoffs lightly]

Twenty-f***ing-nine.

[lntro to Nina landoli's

"Your Love" plays]

I'm gonna take you for a drink.

Your love

Your love

Your love

Your love

Liza.

Breathtaking as usual.

Mickey, meet

our American friend, Martell.

Mickey.

Mickey, Mickey, Mickey.

Okay, Mickey,

if you need anything,

I'll take care of it, all right?

You want me to introduce you

to someone or...

Don't corrupt the kid.

We're here to discuss his future.

[Chuckles]

Okay.

I need to discuss some things

with you. Upstairs.

Let's go.

[Clears throat]

Why don't you grab yourself a drink?

Sit down.

Let's have a chat.

Bad Bloomberg about Johnny.

How do you mean?

Some kind soul shot him in the heart.

Lover-boy Johnny.

In light of what's gonna go on

tomorrow,

what the f*** is going on?

Stubbs tried to cut in on the deal.

Thinks it's f***ing war now.

- Whatever gave him that idea?

- I don't know.

Something I said, maybe.

[Laughs]

Yeah. Well, an awful lot of money

we're talking about right now,

and the last f***ing thing I need

is a feud.

It's no feud.

It's a f***ing set-up.

Someone told Frankie where I'd be.

He arranged to be there.

It's as simple as that.

Yeah. Where's Rixie?

It wasn't Rixie, believe you me.

- Where is he?

- Frankie took care of him.

That's f***ing beautiful.

Who's the, uh, sub?

I don't know who he is. Yet.

In the meantime,

I need a hand tidying up at Unit 6.

Someone who knows

what they're f***ing doing.

You know...

housework was meant for women.

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