Urban Justice Page #4

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Look at you now, you f***.''

So it must feel good

to be able to put to use...

...those lessons

you learned in the military.

Yeah, well, l really wasn't

in the military.

You're not a salesman, Simon.

And you're not a cop. And someone

taught you how to fight like that.

No, no, no. All the fighting stuff,

l got that off home videos.

Whatever.

-Listen, could l ask you a question?

-Shoot.

Those bangers that were here,

what gang are they with?

Hyde Park.

They're Chivo's boys.

Chivo had something to do

with your son's murder?

l'll let you know.

-Hello.

-Hello, this is Simon.

Simon? Yeah....

Yeah, Max spoke very fondly

about you.

l saw you at the funeral.

l wanted to come over

and pay my condolences...

...but l just wasn't quite

in the mood, sorry.

l understand.

l wanted to see if the police

had been by to interview you...

...and whether or not they returned

any of Max's property, or....

They were more interested

in any files or paperwork...

...that he might have

brought home.

Did Max have anything

on a computer, by any chance?

Yeah, but the police took it.

Well, listen,

l just want you to know one thing.

l will find who did this to my son.

And if you need anything,

you call me, you hear?

All right, babe.

-Shoot it.

-Defence.

Come on, man,

Don't let them score again.

Man.

Pass the ball, man.

Make some shots, l could dish it

to you. You playing with no D on it.

They done got three points, man.

lt's 9-7. You wanna win this or what?

-You crazy?

-We need to talk.

Look around you, fool.

You see all those eyes on us?

Any of them see me get in that car,

l'm dead. You feel me?

Well, look, l'll just pretend like

l'm a policeman. You know?

You ain't no cop,

that's for sure, man.

Heard what happened

to them boys.

News in the 'hood travels fast,

don't it, now?

Look, man, l need your help.

-What's up, partner?

-lt's good, homes.

What kind of help?

l need you to help me find

who killed my son.

Ain't no way nobody ever gonna find

his killer, man, that's for damn sure.

You have to tell me what you know.

What you gonna do

if you find the shooter, huh?

l'm gonna kill him.

l don't care who ordered the hit.

l don't care

whose business is what.

l just wanna know

who killed my son.

lt's not looking good for me, man.

Get in the car.

All right, showtime.

What do you know?

Man, look, man, there's this Mexican

called El Chivo, all right?

-The goat?

-Yeah.

He runs the Hyde Park Gang.

Them motherfuckers there.

You think this guy

might have pulled the trigger?

Maybe.

l mean, maybe he had

somebody pull a drive-by.

Well, like l said, l don't really care

about who ordered it or anything.

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