Urban Justice Page #2

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Thank you.

Pleasure meeting you.

Detective Shaw.

Hello?

-Holy sh*t, man.

-What's up, man?

What's up, man?

l came here looking for you.

That's it.

-For me?

-Yeah.

l ain't trying to rob no one, man.

Come on, man.

For real, man. l heard you was asking

questions, man. That's about it, man.

Come here.

Sit down. Sit down.

Man.

So, what's your name?

Gary, man. Gary Morrison.

What are you doing here?

l just came here to ask you

a couple questions.

l heard you was asking about Max.

Max Ballister.

Did you know my son?

l mean, l ran numbers,

Max, he worked Vice, so....

You know, times came,

l helped him out with a couple tips...

...on a few local joints in the area,

and things like that.

l got you. So you're a snitch.

Man, that's a rude term, man.

l was a Cl, all right?

l was a confidential informant.

ln other words, you're a snitch.

You a cop too?

Not exactly.

You Simon.

See, Max-- Yeah, man.

Max, he mentioned you couple times.

Hey, look, man,

l don't know you that well, man...

...but the East Side Gangsters,

they run this neighbourhood.

-ls that right?

-l mean, you stick around, like:

Like, they'll probably kill you.

Before all them bad things

happen to me...

...maybe you could tell me

where they are.

They stay over in the projects

on Florence.

-On Florence?

-lt's a closed construction site now...

...but that's where Max was shot.

Like l said, it ain't a good idea for you

to go nowhere near there.

l really don't care

what their business is.

l just want the motherf***er

that killed my son.

l understand, man.

Like l said, Max,

he was a good guy, man.

l mean.... l don't know,

l gots to go, man.

Hey, man, look,

l'm sorry about Max, man.

Yeah, me too.

So, what are you thinking?

-lt's Gary.

-Gary doesn't have the balls.

Think about it. Now, his brother lsaiah

is trying to work his way up.

Killing Max could have been

his ticket.

-Let's take him down, then.

-Timing's not right.

We'll take him down

when we take down Armand.

Knock, knock, nigga.

What the f***'s your b*tch ass

doing off in here?

Looks like your luck just ran out.

You know what, man?

Luck is a funny motherfucking thing.

Oh, why's that?

Luck can change in the blink

of a motherfucking eye.

You're a badass white boy, huh?

Think you bad, huh?

Come on, motherf***er. You--

Motherf***er, you wanna tell me

who killed my son?

Man, l don't know sh*t.

You don't know sh*t, huh?

-Who killed my son?

-Nigga, f*** you.

l'm gonna be doing

the f***ing now.

-Man, f*** y'all.

-What'd you say?

F*** you. l don't know sh*t.

Sh*t! Man, in my f***ing ear.

-F***. l'm gonna smoke your ass.

-l'm gonna ask you one more time.

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