Dead Presidents/Transcript

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Man, what's takin' you so long? It's cold as a out here. I had to get the last stop. Quiet, punk. - I'll shut your hairy ass up, man. - Come on, man. I'm freezin' my nuts out here! Mush, man, mush! Ant, Juanita gave you some of that pussy yet? - Man, get out of here, man. - What? Man, I thought we was homies, man. I'm just askin'. Well, why you gotta be askin' me all that? I mean... I'm just lookin' out for you. All I'm sayin', man, fine as she is, she should be giving you something. I bet you ain't even smelled the pussy, eh? You two realize that soon we're gonna be out of school, right? - Oh, sure. - After four long years of that *Bleep*, man. I can't wait to get out. That's all I've been thinkin' about, man. You know? I just be thinkin' about like what am I gonna do afterwards, right? You know, I can dig some travelling. you rich or somethin'. Hear this *Bleep*? He ain't even got a job. - I know. - Man, you better take your ass off to college, man, I'm tellin' you... before Uncle Sam grab your ass like he gonna do this stupid. Oh, *Bleep*, Skip, man. Ain't nobody gonna grab me. Jose, a recruiter can see your dumb ass a mile away. Look at you. You're a recruiter's dream. You a 1-A. A one-way ticket to' Vietnam if I ever saw one. That's why I'm goin' to Hunter College. You goddam right. I ain't fightin' no white man's war. *Bleep*. Them Vietcongs, chongs, whatever the *Bleep*, ain't done *Bleep* to me. I don't even know them, man. And I ain't afraid of no war. Man, what the *Bleep* you been smokin'? Look, y'all might think I'm crazy, but... I just wanna do somethin' that's different. Yeah, well, gettin' your head blown off is different. Hey, man, turn that *Bleep* down! And slow this down! - Ain't nobody in a hurry to go to school. - Man, leave that *Bleep* up. You know I *Bleep* Monica, right? Her mama came in, caught us the other day. Came in, seen my dick, jumped in the bed too. - Later on, you chump suckers. - Ah, *Bleep* you. - Your mama! - Punk ass, jivin' around. - Hey, this is for you, Anthony, right here. - Close this door. It's cold as hell out here. Sit your nasty ass down. Oh, hey. How you doin'? You up kinda early. Um, I heard your truck. Seems like you hear my truck every mornin'. Well, uh, morning is the best time to study, so... You should, uh, try workin' on your first boyfriend. I'm too busy studyin' to be worryin' about boys. Your sister up? Uh, Sleeping Beauty? Yeah. Look, uh, tell her I said hey. See ya. - Good morning, Anthony. - Oh, hey. - I thought you were sleeping. - You woke me up. - Uh, so you goin' to school today? - Mmm. I could lay in bed all mornin'. Oh. See, now... Now that'd be real nice. - Don't even think about it. - Well, look, uh... I'm gonna get on out of here. I'll talk to you later. - Okay. - See ya. Keep on pushin' Keep on pushin' - I'll be down there later on. - Got to keep on pushin' I can't stop now Hard shoe. Come here, hard shoe. Come here, man. What's up? What's up? Listen, I want you... I want you to tell Kirby I want 645. - Straight, now. Listen. And, uh... - Straight. - We've been rollin' here. - Come on, man. I ain't got time. - Let me get the money. - I want you to be back here tonight... - Man, straighten your hat out. - With my money, you little boy. - What's goin' on, baby? - All right, baby. - All right, cat daddy. All right. - Hey, Anthony. How you doin'? - Hey. You know, you brought me luck the other day. So look, ten of that's for you. - See? Now, that's how it goes. - Hey, now. - L-I'm gonna use the same number too. - Don't forget me, man. What's goin' on? Hey, what's goin' on? Hey there, Jellybean. What's goin' on? Hey, what's goin' on? How you been? Kirby back there? All right. Cool. - Go on, get that shot. Get that shot. - All right, thanks, youngblood. Hey there, Peanut! What's goin' on? What's up there? What... Blood. - Come on, come on, come on. - Kirby's back there in the back, man. Put that in Brooklyn and get ahold of that Spyder. - Okay, man. - Hey, brother. - Aw, man, take them. - Yeah, yeah. Here's the numbers and the cash. - We got five. - Hubba hubba! Ain't you supposed to be duck huntin' with your daddy? Oh, yeah. We gonna go next weekend. - Aw, *Bleep*! - Oh, man, Kirby. Made me miss my shot. You know these down South. I wonder if half the time they believe what they be sayin'. What's a *Bleep* gonna do? We got blood in this land from slaves. Been to war. Spilt our blood. Ha! That's right. Tell 'em, Kirby. You over there fightin' in Korea. That's how I got this plastic-ass leg. Nicky, fix me a drink. Never gonna give you up That's why I had to leave that, because if I'd have... If I'd have still been down there, I'd have killed me a jerk. Man, *Bleep* ain't gonna change. What make you think *Bleep* gonna change? narrow ass doin' up in here, man? Leave that boy alone and let him shoot. Aw, Kirby, man, you know he too goddam young to be up in here, man. He can outshoot you. Oh, *Bleep*. Oh, I know you out your mind, man. Put your money where your mouth is. I take your money. Rack 'em, boy. - Uh, huh, huh, huh - Watch this. I got the feelin' Baby, baby, I got the feelin' - Yes! - You don't know You got my two dollars? Game ain't over yet, man. Got the eight ball, corner pocket. Oh, man! Don't run out of here without payin' me after that boy whup you. Yeah, at least I will run out of this, jerk. People that owe me money don't pay me, I take care of 'em. Man, will you get the *Bleep* off my table, please? - Baby-baby-baby, baby-baby-baby - Chicken-haired. Ain't no goddam business bein' here in the first place. Ooh, missed it by that much. - Cleanup time. - You don't never play with me. Eight ball, corner pocket. Oh! Yes! Game. Hey, that's a good game, Cowboy. You're a lucky, you know that? Aw, I wouldn't say luck, but, you know. - Just know how to play a little bit. - Here's the money. - Give that to Kirby. - All right. Uh, wait, wait. This is two dollars. See, uh, you bet me, so that means, uh, you owe me some money too. Man, *Bleep* you. Why you gotta cheat? Man, who the *Bleep* you think you talkin' to, man? You know what? I'm gonna tell everybody around here... when it comes to playin' pool, Cowboy likes to cheat. your little monkey ass, man. Oh, man. Shut your mouth, man. I oughta cut you. Little boy. Yeah. It hurt, don't it? What the *Bleep*? What the *Bleep* are you doin'? Get the *Bleep* off of me, man! Kirby, what the *Bleep* you doin', man? - What the *Bleep* are you doin'? - What the *Bleep* are you doin', man? - Get on out of here! - You a bad! - And don't you come back in here unless you come correct. - *Bleep* you! - You all right, kid? - Oh, yeah. Just a little cut, you know. It's all right. Yep. You do a real good job for me with them numbers. Well, you know, I try. But, uh, you better be cool. Don't let your mom and pop find out. Oh, no way. I won't do that. It's for you. Oh, man. Whoa! - Hey, thanks, Kirby. - Ain't nothin' to thank me for. - You earned it. - Oh. Twenties. Hey, kid, you wanna take a little run with me? Yeah, I'll take a little run with you. Say, uh, Kirby, where we goin'? Like I told you, just a little run. A run. Okay. All right. - Wanna drive, kid? - Who, me? No, not "me." You, drive now. Well, Kirby, I don't have my licence yet. Aw, *Bleep*. *Bleep* the dumb *Bleep*. You wanna drive or what? Yeah. All right, I'll drive. Yeah. - Pull over here. - All right. Come on. Come on. What you call her, Nellie? Come on, Nellie. I call this bitch whatever I wanna call her. Listen here. Keep that motor runnin'. - I'll just be a minute here. - Yeah, all right. - Stop messin' with my gold! - Wait a minute! - How many times I gotta tell you? I ain't no play toy! I'll kick your ass! - Get the *Bleep* up! - You get the *Bleep* up off of Spyder! No. You got more heart than your punk-ass old man. Come here. - Oh, man, Kirby! - Oh, what the... Give me my leg, you stupid son-of-a-bitch! You grabbed the wrong leg, you stupid cocksucker. Come here! - Get on back in here now, Spyder. - You asshole! - I want my money, hear? - Easy, Kirby. - Now! - Easy, man! - Dumb son-of-a... Give me my leg, you stupid cocksucker. - I'll *Bleep* you up. - Get on back down there. - They gonna call the police. - I got 15 miles to go now - Come on. Come on! - And I can hear my baby callin' my name Floor this. Floor it. Now I'll be so glad to see my baby And hold her in my arms one more time Now when I kiss her lips - I'll turn a backward flip - You did good, kid. You're almost as good a getaway driver as me. Uh, thanks. Say, uh... So you were a getaway driver, huh? - Son-of-a-bitch! - What? Wh-What's wrong? - I oughta go back there and kill that bastard. - Why? What happened? Make me lose a whole pack of cigarettes. A pack of cigarettes? A pack of cigarettes? I thought maybe you should be worried about your leg or somethin'. - Oh, that *Bleep* funny to you, huh? - No, no, it's not funny. I tell you what. The next time the grabs me by... the wrong leg, I'm gonna use it to kick his ass between his shoulder blades. - Hey, man, you really did that sucker. - Yeah, everybody in town... know I got one leg, and that grab the wrong one. Me and Kirby, baby. Yeah. - This is wonderful news, Edward. - Thank you. All right, all right. You see, Anthony? You be thankful you can go to City College on the financial aid programme. Yeah, in four years, you can be just like me. Just like you? You can graduate and maybe even go to graduate school too. Well, I'll tell y'all one thing. My mama sure would've been proud. Never would've believed I got two college graduates. You think about what you're gonna major in, baby? The Marine Corps. Uh, Dad, could you pass the salt? What'd you say? Thanks. I said the, uh, Marine Corps. - I'm... I'm joinin'. - Marine Corps? - Yeah. - Now that's original. What you talkin' about, Anthony? I'm talkin' about I wanna do somethin' else. I don't wanna go to college. I'm sick of school. I mean, I don't know why everybody got this strange look on their face. - It's my life. - Yeah. It's your life. Looks like to me you're tryin' to ruin it, baby. You're an idiot. You know that? Dad, I don't wanna go to college. I'm just not ready for no college. You always said the marines and fightin' over in Korea made a man out of you. I figure I be, you know, livin' my own life. I'll talk to your mama. When your baby and you are tight and everything is right - And you is mellow - Give me that. There you go. Now, drink some wine. You keep everything all right And you know that you're the only fellow Ain't that a groove Ain't that a groove Ain't that a groove Told your little ass you couldn't drink with me. - Ain't that a groove - Hey, James. Want some of this? - Now, lookee here, fella - Yeah! Whoo! Girls like to be in the mood whenever they think their man is yellow - Whoo! Yeah! - Hit me, baby Say, Skeeter, I still can't believe you graduated, man. - Man, shut up. - Glad we out of school, man. I'm sick of these stupid-ass brothers. I'm about to get my pimp thing on started. You know, I got so many ho's now, man, I gotta get an assistant pimp... just to keep in track of 'em, you know, make sure they on the right streets and *Bleep*. Say, Skippy, why... why you always talkin' about this pimp stuff, man? What's happenin'? 'Cause it's real, man. I'm a pimp. Pimpin' run in my family. My great-great granddaddy was a slave, and he was a pimp. He used to have his ho's pick his cotton in the field. He didn't have to do *Bleep*. You better be careful, man. You're gonna catch something, Skip. Watch. That's all right. I was born by the pussy, I'll die by the pussy. Don't worry about what the *Bleep* I do. Hey, Skip, do you believe in superstition? Hell, no. Well, you should, man. Your stupid ass jinxed me. - What the *Bleep* you talkin' about? - Uncle Sam, man. Dropped a 1-A on me. I told you, didn't I? Didn't I tell you? - Say, when did that happen? - Last week, Anthony, man. Yeah, right. Pass the joint. - Anthony, man. - What? You know that, um, that me and Marisol, we tight, man. Yeah, man, y'all are... Y'all pretty down. - You would say I love her? - I don't know. I could say that you love her. - I'm thinkin' about marrying her, man. - Oh, wait a minute. - Hey, don't do that *Bleep*. - Hey, man, you might be goin' a little too fast now. Hey, I love her, man, and did you see how she looks today at that party, man? - She looks good enough to marry. - I'm glad to hear you want me. What you over here talkin' about, Anthony? - Why you standin' over here? - Shut up, Skippy. - Shut up. Anthony, I know you ain't gonna stay over here talkin' to Skip while my song's playin'. Not if they expect to be with us tonight. - Look here, Skippy, we gonna have to cut on out, bro. - Uh, yeah. - Man, where y'all goin'? - Uh, we gonna go hang on out. - Look it, have some chicken. - I thought we was hangin', man. - Have some chicken, man. I told you about them broads, old punk-ass. And anyway, Skip, Brenda lookin' for you. I don't give a *Bleep*. You tell her I'm at where I at and I'll be where I be. If I gotta go where every ho want me to be, I be confused. Tell her don't make me hurt my hand again. If you want a do-right all day Woman You gotta be a do-right All night Jose, I love you. I love you too, mama. If you give my pussy away to somebody else... while I'm gone... I'm gonna come back and blow that up. I got this itch I need to be scratched. S-S-S-So... So you're sayin' that y-your, your mama... is workin' a night shift tonight? Mm-hmm. And you know what else? You could scratch it all night long if you want to. You know I'm the *Bleep*. I'm the *Bleep*. You know I'm the *Bleep*. I'm the *Bleep*. You swear Big Bertha won't get off work early? She's not gonna get off from work early. - You scared? - No, I ain't scared. I just don't... You act like you're scared. Come on. Shut up. - Where Delilah at? - She in her room. Come on! - Say it loud - I'm black and I'm proud - Get out. - Say it loud - I'm black and I'm proud - Go to your own room. - Say it loud - I'm black and I'm proud Once upon a time I almost lost my mind I was lonely So lonely Once upon a time Oh, Juanita. Look, it's okay. It's all right. It's okay. - Okay. Okay. - Let me get your bra. - Okay. - Let me get it. - Ow. Just unhook it. Just unhook the... - I can't. I can't. I'll get it. I'll do it. I'll do it. - Okay. Okay. - Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Don't peek. Don't look at... Don't look at me. Okay. Okay. Okay. - Oh! - What? That's not it. Up, up, up, up. Higher. Ow. - That's too high. Wait. Down, down. - Okay, wait. - Right there? Okay. - Yeah. - Okay. Okay. - All right. - It's okay. - Uh-oh. Wait. Okay. Easy. Ow! Ah! Oh, *Bleep*. Wait, wait, wait. - Oh, *Bleep*. - Okay. - Okay. - Baby. You know, Marisol and Jose goin' down to city hall tomorrow. Oh, yeah? What for? To get married. - Is that right? - What you think about that? Nothin', I guess. So I guess you don't want me to wait for you either. Look, Juanita, I didn't say that. So then you're gonna marry me when you get back? I mean, if you ain't got somebody else. I don't want nobody else. Juanita, have you ever thought maybe... maybe I might get hurt out there and never come back? You know, I don't want you waitin' for nothin'. You're not scared of losing me? I didn't say that either. I'm scared of losing you. So, do you think we could probably do it one more time before I go? Uh-huh. Oh, no. - It's Ma! - Shh! But it's just 6:30! - She just pulled up. - Well, go stall her. And close my door! - Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! - Oh, man. I shouldn't have never messed around with you in the first place. - Right. - You know Bertha gonna kill us. - Wait a minute. - Uh-uh. Ain't gonna wait no minute. Would you move? - Wait a minute! Come on. Let me help you with them packages. - Delilah! - I got it. Girl, you got my good groceries all on the ground. Pick those up. Since I work, the least you girls could do is keep this place clean. You know I'm gonna wait for you, Anthony. Juanita, I gotta go. I gotta go, Juanita. - *Bleep*, get out of my yard! - *Bleep* you! Shut up! What's your status? Over. Head for the rally point! Get back to the rally point! Get the *Bleep* outta here! Let's go! Pick it up! Pick it up! Come on! Come on! Come on! Move! Move! Let's go! Load 'em up! Load 'em up! Oh, *Bleep*! I'm out of ammo! - Devaughn! Cover me! - Stay down! I got him! Hurry up! Don't check out on us, Martin. You're gonna be all right. You're gonna be all right. - I got him! - Cover fire! Goddam it! They got us pinned down! We'll never make the rally point! Dugan! You think it's time we get these - Relax. - *Bleep* you! Radio, up! God don't like dinks. - How's he doin', Curtis? - Thanks. Thanks for not leavin' me, man. - Where the *Bleep* is that radio? Get that radio up here! - No, no, no, no, no. Radio comin'! Radio comin'! Get that cover fire, Ferguson. You wanna die, boy? Sir, sir! Lieutenant! Arty freak! Hammerhead, Hammerhead. Recon Cobra. Emergency fire mission. Over. Hold on, brother. Come on. Come on, come on. You gonna make it, dude. You only got a little longer. - You gonna make it. - Grid five, seven, one-niner. - Tell my mama... - No, no, I don't... Gooks in the bush. Request firecracker salvo. Will adjust. How copy? Over. Roger. Solid copy. Firecracker shot out. Incoming! Down! Down! Down! Curtis, get down! Curtis, get down! Out-*Bleep*-standing job. Saddle up. Let's get to the rally point, take that whirlybird home. - We got some beer to drink. - We goin' to the rally point now? The mission's been compromised. We're goin' to site 37. It ain't compromised no more. They're dead. Now this is Sneaky Pete. Reconnaissance. Some of them dead gooks... they could have important intelligence papers on their bodies. All right. - Move 'em out. - Move out! Hammerhead, Hammerhead. Cobra on site of your mission now. I count ten... say again, ten... November-Victor-Alpha-Kilo-lndia-Alpha. - How copy? Over. - I copy, one-zero. Good job. Hammerhead, Cobra. Solid copy. Good job. Cobra out. Aw, *Bleep*, man! What you doin'? He already dead. Looks like we nailed us an officer. You lucky bastard. You get back to C.P., you name your own price, sir. No way, D'Ambrosio. I'm keepin' this one. Been lookin' for one of these since Cleon and I got here in '66. Ain't that right, Cleon? I walked right by that guy. You gotta keep your eyes open. Oh, man, what the *Bleep*? You hungry or somethin', Cleon? Just like you, sir. I'm collectin' me a souvenir. Saddle up. We're movin' out. That's all he's gonna say? You ain't got nothin' to tell this, man? - Man, that Cleon crazy. - Yeah. - Did you see that *Bleep*? - I saw it. - Stupid, did you see that *Bleep*? - Yes. I heard that supposed to be a preacher's son and *Bleep*. He cuttin' off heads for souvenirs and *Bleep*. Now, if you hadn't flunked out of Hunter College, pimp daddy Skippy... you would've missed all this good *Bleep* down in Vietnam. Kiss my ass, *Bleep*. You the reason why I'm at this anyway. You didn't tell me 'bout this recon *Bleep*. - That's 'cause you didn't ask me when you were writin' me. - I didn't have to. - I figured it was better than being a grunt. - It is. Ant, we out in the woods all day. Them gooks jumpin' out like Indians every five minutes. - Man, a ain't made for this *Bleep*. - You thought this was a skate. wrong with no skate. You could just call me a skatin' stupid. I skate my ass right out of here, they give me a chance to. - Ain't no *Bleep* on my squad. - Man, what you jivin' about? Hey. Hey. Ant. To the Bronx. Yeah, uh... to the youngblood who couldn't be with us today. - Lance Corporal Martin. - To Lance Corporal Martin. - Yes. - Yo, Ant, man. What they be puttin' in your head out here, man? I mean, you done got into this *Bleep* a little bit too deep, don't you think? You're in recon now, Skip. You in deep too. Man, *Bleep* this *Bleep*, man. - Oh, come on, man. - Man, this ain't our war, man. back in the Bronx where we belong. Joe-ass got lucky. They sent him home, gettin' wounded and *Bleep*. Heard he wounded his hand pretty bad, man. He got out of this *Bleep*. I rather be home with a *Bleep*-up hand up in some pussy than to be out here... healthier than without it. - *Bleep*. - Same old Skip. Boy, you ain't changed. That's right. You heard from Juanita? She used to write me a lot during my first tour. We got a package for ya! Turns out, man, before I left, - Man, you stupid. - No, I ain't. - No more. - Dead serious, man. Got a little girl back at home. Oh, man, that's groovy, man. That's groovy. I can dig it. That's cool. Hey, dig, man, I know you got a picture, man. - Let me see her picture. *Bleep*. - Can't even look at her, man. Man, what the *Bleep* you mean, bro? That's your little girl, man. That's your baby. You know how I survived 26 months in the bush? Because I don't think about the world, Skip. That *Bleep* don't exist to me. I don't give a *Bleep* about anything or anyone in it... because the minute I do, I'm a dead man out here, and you remember that *Bleep*. We'll talk about the world when we get back. Yeah, whatever, man. I'm gonna go get high. I mean real high. And I'm gonna get my dick sucked too. Big dick. Big. Very, very big. Can you handle it? "Hey there, Kirby. What's happenin' back in the world? If you hadn't heard, doin' my second tour." - Fire in the hole! - Fire in the hole! "We spend most of our time livin' in the bush. Kind of numb to everything out here. Tryin' to keep my head clear. Our lieutenant is this crazy white boy named Dugan from Ohio. He's good at gettin' us out of crazy situations. We got this one wild-ass brother out here named Cleon." Gook *Bleep*. "His daddy's this big-time preacher, but you'd never know from his crazy son." Now you're good. Now Jesus loves you. "He's from Mount Vernon. Oh, yeah. You won't believe it... but Skip volunteered for my unit. I don't think he's cut out for recon. He's always gettin' high and *Bleep*, tryin' to keep his mind off things. Me, I'm just tryin' to take it one day at a time and do what's right... whatever that is. See you when I get back to the Bronx. Anthony." That stinks. I don't wanna pull rank, Cleon, but if you don't get rid of that head... I don't hear nobody else complainin' but you. Well, maybe you should listen to your team. Medical advice, Cleon: You dump that *Bleep*. Hey, Doc, shut the *Bleep* up. You don't know *Bleep*. a sack full of assholes. Ain't a one of us got as much as a splinter in his finger... since I cut this head off. This head is our good-luck charm. Nah, this here's our good-luck charm. If you don't mind, Sergeant, l... My vote is to get rid of it. Man, Cleon, you need to get the *Bleep* on with that *Bleep*, man. - That head smell like *Bleep*. - Bottom line, Staff Sergeant. You either get rid of that head A.S.A.P., or I'm gonna... have your ass court-martialed when we get back to the rear. We clear? Cobra, Cobra, Delta six. Over. Delta six, Delta six, Cobra. Copy. Over. Cobra, Delta six. Execute Charlie, Michael... We're in a world of *Bleep* now. I just buried our luck. Listen up. Change of mission. A patrol from 25 has found... a *Bleep* of weapons in a vill about a klik and a half to our whisky. Platoon commander wants us to interrogate on the spot. Betancourt, you're the closest one in the area that speaks that gook *Bleep*. So that's where we're headin'. All right, saddle up. We're movin' out. - So now where's D'Ambrosio? - He went to go take a *Bleep*. - When? - When Cleon was diggin' the hole. - Why the hell didn't you go with him? - You know how he is. - He don't like nobody around when he's *Bleep*'. - Oh, man. Grab his *Bleep*. Let's find him. Aww. - 360! - D'Ambrosio, what'd they do? You'll be all right. Doc's gonna take care of you, okay? This morphine is all I can do for him right now. Here, Doc. You can use mine if that's not enough. Are you crazy? Another one of those would kill him right now. What the *Bleep* you got there, Curtis? Somethin' about "Black men, go home. This isn't your war." You get rid of that cocksucking commie *Bleep* right now. - Yeah. Right. - Hey, Curtis. - Apply some pressure here. - We gotta hump this man back to the rally point. Oh, *Bleep*. Save me, Curtis. Look, Adam, you don't worry 'bout nothin'. We're a team, okay, brother? - We gonna take care of you. - Please. Yeah. It's not much longer. We're almost there. Kill me. Kill me! I would do it for you. I would do it for you, Curtis. Buttermilk 17. Cobra, over. Cobra, Cobra. Buttermilk 17. Inbound your buzz. Contact on your visual. - Shh. - Buttermilk 17. Cobra. Hey, you gonna be all right. The medevac will be here in a minute. Do it. You think I don't mean it? I can't go home like this. - Hey, what's he saying? - He's delirious, man. - Please. - Uh, Cobra, Buttermilk. - Hooking direct to your 12. Stand by. - Cobra standing by. Over. Shh-shh-shh. Uh, Cobra, Buttermilk 17. Roger your visual. Pop smoke. Over. Buttermilk 17, Cobra. Smoke. Over. Pop the smoke. Get that man ready for medevac! - When'd he go? - A few minutes ago. It's better to check out than go home all *Bleep* up. No *Bleep*. Oh, *Bleep*! Get down! - Stay down! Stay down! - I'm gonna get these! Return fire! Fire! Get these! - Skip! Return some fire! - Shoot them! Mission aborted! We get the *Bleep* out of Dodge, back to the rally point! Ferguson! Get some rounds goin'! Skip! Cover me! - Dugan! - Dugan, wait! Dugan! Dugan! Skip! Skip! Snap out of that *Bleep*. Go! - *Bleep* this, man. Let's bug out, Cleon! - Cobra, move the *Bleep* out! - Get up! Come on! - Move it! Move it! Move! Get up! Get up! Come on! - What are you doin'? - What is this, man? - Slow down, man. - *Bleep* grunts! - Say, get a special shot for Skip. My man's goin' home today. - Count of three: 1-2-3. All right. Good. Now come on, now. Skip, come on, now. Let's see a dap, man. - All right! - Get one like this. Get one like this. Come on, now. Everybody, come on. Get closer. - Ah, man! - This is Cobra, baby. - Recon Cobra! - It's Cobra. Hey, hey! Team Cobra, ready? Come on Come along, come on and get up and get down too - Get down, get up - Say, h-h-hold on a sec. - Keep the metre running. - Get down, get up and move your feet Come on and rise, rise, rise Shake your get-up Straighten up there, marine! He a friend of yours? Friend of yours and I'll give a discount, marine. No, man. Oh, *Bleep*. Man, look who's back in the world. Dig this right here, man. Look at you, man. That's a mackin' outfit if I've ever seen one. - Look, with all the stripes and *Bleep*. What, you a captain now? - No, man. Look, man, you wear that for about a month, this *Bleep* get all the pussy, man. Check this out, man. Well, look, man... Yeah, you go get me some squares, man. I gotta take care of a couple things, baby. I'll get back with you. All right? You stay up now, all right? What's happening, blood? Hey, man, I'm back. My *Bleep*! Come on and get down Hey, Luther! Tell your sister I'm gonna be over there later on. Hey, *Bleep* you! Man, the neighbourhood is changin'. Aw, it's still a good place. White people movin' out, though. Oh, dig. I saw Juanita the other day, man. Man, she finer than a stupid. Is that right? You need to go check her out, man. Go see your little daughter. Remember them big-ass ears you had when you was young? She got 'em, just like you. That's how I know it was yours. So, what's up with Joe, man? Is he, uh... Is he workin' or what? Aw, post office, you know. Three-quarter gig, part-time. He gotta do what he gotta do. He got mouths to feed, you know. What about you, man? How you doin'? - Who, me? - Yeah. I'm cool, baby. I'm Skippy, baby. I'm still pimpin'. Need any money or anything, you know? Man, I got over like a fat rat when I got out, man. Dig, I got my school money comin' from the government once a month. I got my veteran's cheque comin' once a month. I got my fifty percent medical cheque comin' to me for the rest of my life. I ain't gotta do a goddam thing else but go to the mailbox, you dig? Hey, man, how the hell you pull a fifty percent medical? Man, some *Bleep* got into me over there, man. What? All I know is my blood cells are all *Bleep* up. Some nights I wake up in cold sweats and *Bleep*. Don't look at me like that, man. It ain't the heroin. The heroin ain't never did nothin' to me. A lot of vets comin' down with this *Bleep*. - And they don't know what it is? - Square biz. Damn. Look, man, you wanna come on in the crib or somethin', man? Nah, man. I'm cool, baby. Hey, I'm gonna split. But you here, baby. You home. We got plenty of time to do our thing. You know what I'm sayin'? - Brother. - Brother. Go see your mama. - Right on. I'm gonna check her out. - With her fine ass. You know, I been takin' care of your mama while you been gone. Boy, I'll kick your head in. Don't talk like that. Mmm. You all right? Yeah. Well, can't you look me in my eyes? I ain't seen you in four years. Well, what'd you do over there? What was it like? Look, uh, I'd rather not talk about that right now. Well, Anthony, you gonna have to tell us something. Now, you know a lot of them boys went over there and got hooked on them drugs and stuff. You know. Look, I was in a special unit out there... and bad habits could've cost us our lives. Well, that's what I'm talkin' about, them bad habits, honey. Now, if you picked up some of them things, there's a lot of places you can go and get help. No bad habits, Ma. 'Cept a little killin'. For my country, of course. Hey. Let me give you some more of these collards. - Yeah. - Baby, this sure is good. Oh, *Bleep*. Look who back. Look at this, man. - Hey, what's happenin', youngblood? - What's goin' on, cool breeze? - Long time, no see. - All right now, Pops. What's happenin'? Hey there. What's goin' on, blood? Ain't seen you in a long time, man. - Boy just got back. - Hey, blood. - All right. - Cheers. My man. Drink! - All right. How you feel? All right. Hey, what's goin' on? Hey, I got next game. - You know that's my table. - You call that a break? - I got the thing made - Hold up there, now. It's my shot. Say, chump. Don't I know you from somewhere? - Ha-ha! - My man, Joe! What's happenin'? - Oh, look at you! - How you doin', man? - Good, man. What's goin' on, man? - Jesus Christ, man. - I can't believe it's you! You cool, man! - What's goin' on, man? Say, man, I heard you got wounded out there. Yeah, man. I was in demolitions and my hand gets blown off, man. - Oh, man. *Bleep*. - Yeah, man. But hey... told me everything there is to know about explosives, man! - That right? - Check you out, Pappy. You got all those kids now. Man, hey. You gotta check out Kirby, man. He's over in the back room. Yeah. Let's go on back. He's still back here, huh? - All right. Dig it. - Hey. Abre la puerta! Hey! Hey! Doin' all right. You know, Kirby just all hangin' in there, you know? - Who the *Bleep* is it? - It's me. Blood! What's up, blood? - Hey, Nicky. What's happenin', man? - Skin! Kirby back there, man. That boy looked at me, he say, "Kirby... when she pulled off them drawers, I thought I'd never stop seein' ass!" - What's happenin', Captain? - Who the *Bleep* is that? - Youngblood? - Yeah, it's me! Youngblood! Come on, boy! - How you doin'? Come on in the back here, boy. Come on. - Oh, boy. All right. Man, I been everywhere lookin' for a gig. Aw, forget about you gettin' your ass almost blown off... or whatever the *Bleep*. Yeah. Look, uh, Kirby, uh... I was thinkin', man. Maybe, uh, come back and work for you. What? Work for me? Yeah. You know. Runnin' numbers. Like we used to do. Shh. pigs run me out of business. How... How the pigs run you outta business, man? You had 'em on the payroll. Pigs are greedy. And you gotta remember I'm dealing with the NYPD... greediest, most corrupt pigs on the face of the earth. So I got the *Bleep* out. I told that I'd rather eat cat *Bleep* with a knittin' needle. I wasn't gonna bust my ass sendin' some cop kids to college. *Bleep*. I dig it. This place ain't never made much money. So I'm just hustlin' here and there. Tryin' to get over, just like everybody else. It's gonna be all right, kid. Here's to gettin' over. I hope, man. Hope. *Bleep*. - You afraid of blood? - Uh, that's all I been around for the past three years. Anthony Curtis. You related to Tony? The actor? N-No. Not... Oh! The act... No, no, no. - Different colour, right? - Yeah! He's a white cat. Yeah. And his name was Schwartz. Schwartz, not Curtis. - Okay. - Know anything about butchering? Uh, I'm a fast learner. Here, put that on. - Here. Take this. - Need some help, man! All right. Hey, uh, is Juanita in? No, she's not, but she'll be back in a... in a while. So you gonna stand out there, or you comin' in? I'm gonna come on in. Girl, check you out. I thought you were goin' over to the communists. Ah. Nah. Not me. Now, dig, if you were smart, that's what you would've done. What? Man, you don't know what the hell you talkin' about, girl. No, it's cool. I mean it's not your fault you been brainwashed by America. I mean, at least you made it back alive, right? You know, "Hello, how you doin'?" That would've been real nice... before you got off onto all this political *Bleep*. Welcome home. And welcome to the revolution. - So, this is Sarah's? - Mm-hmm. Oh, wow. - So, is she a smart baby? - Ahh. Why don't you find out for yourself? Hey, y'all. Sorry I'm late. Traffic on the Cross Bronx was a mess. Oh. All righty. There we go. There you go. Go play with your blocks. Go play with your blocks. Hey. Oh, no. Look, Juanita. I'm in one piece. Hey, I got somebody I want you to meet. Come here, Sarah. Come to Mommy. Good girl. Come here. Look at that. - That's Daddy. Say hi. - Hi. This is Sarah Marie Curtis. - Hi. - Hello. Hold her, silly. She's yours. Oh. Hey. Mmm. Hey, um... Oh, yeah. Be advised. What's goin' on, my brothers? - This is it, huh? - Yeah. This is home. Dig it. Dig it. Check out Sleepin' Beauty back there. Boy, I still can't get over how gorgeous she is. Oh, she got that from her mama. Oh. Okay. You know, Juanita... I wanna let you know l... I did miss you. A lot. Don't you think I know that, Anthony? It's not important anyway. The important thing is that you're here now. Shh. Come here. Oh. Hey, baby girl. Hey, Cutty. Came by to see you a little earlier, but you weren't home. Oh, you know I had class tonight after work... and then I stopped over by my mother's. - Oh, yeah. I forgot. It's Saturday. - Yeah. I see my little girl's sleepin' back there, huh? Yeah. She's all played out. - Cutty, I wanted you to meet, um... - Look here. - Got a little somethin' for Sarah. - Smiling faces - Buy her something real nice. - Smiling faces sometimes Hey, Cutty, I told you to stop spoilin' her like this. Smiling faces Smiling faces tell lies - Somebody's gotta do it. - And I got proof - Beware - Cutty, I want you to meet Anthony. Okay. All right. Let me just put her to bed. You come on in and make yourself at home. Come on in. Okay. Can I get you something to drink, or... Look, Juanita. Uh, I think I better go. But you just got here. Who knows, you could be expectin' company or something. Nobody's comin' here, Anthony. I think I still should go. Anthony. I used to see Cutty. Is that what you wanna hear? Oh. Blood made that very clear to me. So then, what's the problem? Problem? Why, man throwed two yards on your car. You askin' me what's the problem? Don't come up in here judgin' me. What the *Bleep*, man? You got a pimp around my daughter? Oh, he is not a pimp. And besides, if you cared anything about havin' a daughter... you'd have wrote me back after I sent you our picture. But don't jump on me for havin' a life. You didn't want one with me. So now what? Are you gonna leave? Some *Bleep*. Come here. Come on. Come here. Ooh, hey Ya gotta, gotta payback Payback - Damn! - Revenge A man The big payback Got to get back Cleanup time, Cowboy. See, man, why the *Bleep* you always gotta talk some *Bleep*? Payback Right there - See, that's why I kicked his ass when he was a little kid, man. - Payback - Always gettin' smart and *Bleep*. - A man Get down with my girlfriend That ain't right Now you gonna play this marine war hero. Out of touch You know what I think? - I think y'all was some goddam fools goin' over there... - Gonna fight fightin' that white man's war. - That's right. - Payback everything you got to see - What you got when you get back here, huh? - Yeah - Never do any damn thing - Not a goddam thing. Course, you do got that fine-ass Juanita. - Throw me out - Now, what the *Bleep* you lookin' at me like that for, man? I'm just complimentin' you on your taste. Throw me away You had all the rage - You had me down - Course you know... - That's the facts - Baddest this side of Nicky Barnes... - Now, you punk - My boss man Cutty... Gettin' ready for the big payback I thought that might ring a bell. The big payback That's where I learned He used to tap that ass while you was over in Nam. - The big payback - You do some talkin', don't you, goddam it! Try this on. - No, no, no. He needs his ass whipped. - What you mean "no"? Get the *Bleep* outta here! Talk *Bleep* now, hu? - Shut the *Bleep* up. Come on. Come on. Stupid. Now what? - I'm ready to be respected You wanna *Bleep* with me or what? I'm gonna kill your ass! - Say somethin' now, stupid. - That's enough, youngblood. - Pull out your goddam knife! - No! That's enough. Come on! - I gonna kill this! - That's enough! That mother! I'm gonna kill this! - Let me go, Kirby! Let me go! - No. He's already beat up. Come on now. - Oh, *Bleep*. - Come on. Let's go get some air. Don't need no air! Let me go! - Let me hit him, hit him, hit him - That's game. Gonna have the aeroplane corn bread. Here we go. Ooh! - You gonna spoil that girl. - Mm-hmm. Gonna spoil that one in your belly too. I don't need no spoiled kids. Hey, why not? Not enough black babies are spoiled. Ain't that right, Sarah, hmm? You got a point there. Come on. Sit on down. Big girl. Come here. Come here. Look at you. Fat girl. See what we got ourselves here. Oh, you know what? I think we're gonna have ourselves a little boy. Yeah, come on, man. You got to be a boy. Boy, boy, boy. Mm. Ant Junior. See, it's the power of the mind. We will ourselves a little boy. Then can you will yourself a better job? Can you will yourself to stop drinkin' so much? Come on, honey. Don't even start that *Bleep*, all right? I thought we supposed to be havin' a nice time here. Look, Juanita. l-I'm gonna get myself a... a good job. You know how long you been singin' that same old song now, Anthony? I mean, in case you haven't noticed, this here's the real world. Ain't no free meals here like in the marines. Say, let me tell you somethin'. Wasn't nothin' free in the marines. I earned every meal and every dollar, all right? Look, everything's gonna be cool. You know I'll be five months next week. You're five months pregnant, you can't be no nurse's aide. I said we'll be all right. Hey, um... Anybody want some speed? Get the *Bleep* outta here with that *Bleep*. Say, why don't you cut the *Bleep*, Joe? Can't you clear your mind for one sec, man? Now, you sure that they pick up cash money? Hey, cash money, bro. Like clockwork, once a month. Then they stop by the post office... before they make their final run to Washington, man. All the way to Washington, D.C., where they burn the money. Can you believe that *Bleep*? Old bills, man. Sometimes a couple million. - How many guards? - Four. Two in the front and one in the back carry revolvers. The other one, 12-gauge shotgun, man. You think we can take 'em? I can't say, man. I mean... four guards, and all of 'em packin'? I put up the guns. I get the money together to get the plans goin'. But you got to be the master planner. You got medals for blowin' up out there. - Man, I heard you were like John Wayne. - Well, then that's the deal. Yeah, all that money. Ah, man. Anthony. You down? - Ahh. - The look - Of love - Let's drink on it anyway. - Is in your eyes - Mmm. - Ahh. - A look - Ooh, ooh, ooh. - Your heart - Say, man. Shhh. - Can't disguise - Hmm? Put the goddam thing away. Get your little pyromaniac ass... - You gonna be walkin' in a minute. - Aw, cool out, Kirby, man. I'm not gonna burn your car. Not yet, at least. Don't go Forget it, Juanita. Come on. Watch out there. The look of love What's the problem, Anthony? What is it? I mean, is it because I'm pregnant? Shh. Come on. Now, don't be silly. So, then what's the problem? Come on. Talk to me. What is it? I told you. You need to leave that alcohol alone. - No! No! - Anthony! Anthony, baby! It's me. It's me. It's all right. It's all right. Come here. Shh. Shh. Shh. It's just another dream. It's just another dream. This is my best cut, Mrs Stein. Enjoy. Thank you very much, Saul. - He's such a nice man. - What did he give you? - We need to talk. - Oh. - So what's happenin'? - You're a good man. Aw, come on, Saul. I ain't got time to kibitz with ya. I got a whole lot of meat to cut. I'm closing down the shop. Should've told you sooner, but I thought maybe... business, you know, pick up a little. Sorry. - Here. - Oh, no, look, Saul... No. I can't. What am I gonna do with it? I have to get rid of it. Come on. Now I know We have great respect For the sister and mother It's even better yet But there's the joker in the street Here you go, brother. Don't let the *Bleep* get to you. I'm tryin', man. I'm tryin'. You wanna get the man's foot off your neck? Come check us out. Take care of yourself, brother. Live righteous. Here you go, brother. Here you go. Take care of yourself, brother. Come see us now. Don't let us hang around this town - Here you go, sister. - And let what others say come true Brothers and sisters, here you go. Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh. Hey, youngblood. Bringin' in the groceries, huh? Lord, have mercy. Man, I remember when I was married. I used to love to bring home the groceries. Made me feel real good. Like a man. Know what I mean? Hey, listen, youngblood. Uh... I just dropped by to see Juanita and Sarah. - You know, lay a little somethin' on 'em. - Stopped by to see my baby? Is that right? You know, youngblood... I took care of your woman and your baby when you were in the war. Now, a man oughta get a little respect for somethin' like that. Now, I ain't gonna lie to you. I care about Juanita. I care about her a whole lot. But you back now, and I'm gone. So from this point on, you should consider me like a friend of the family. Find yourself in a jam and *Bleep*, need a little cash... you come see me, I'll front you. - Keep your *Bleep*. - Listen, brother. I know about pride. But you got mouths to feed. Now, I laid a little cash on Juanita. Say, man, stay the *Bleep* away from my family. What did you say? You heard me, *Bleep* it. I said, "Stay the *Bleep* away from my family." See, I ain't the enemy, youngblood. I don't want no trouble. See, I tried to be a friend. Surprise, *Bleep*. Big bad marines. Look at you now. Does she suck you? Make you feel like a man? Make you feel real good? Huh, boy? Now, she wasn't doin' it like that before you went to the war, now was she? Now you gettin' all that good lovin'... and you can't even put food on your table. Come on, Santa Claus. Open your mouth and suck this. Come on. I got a present for you. Suck it! - Suck it, *Bleep*! - Kill me, stupid. Shoot me right now. What you gonna do, shoot me? You lucky this is personal, *Bleep*. I ain't gonna kill you over no woman. Don't you ever... in your life... bite the hand that feeds you, *Bleep*. See ya, Santa Claus. - Hold still now. - I'm all right. - Hold still. - No, I'm all right. Damn! You givin' him that money back. He won't take it back. What the *Bleep* you talkin'... You better get his *Bleep* back to him! Even if I wanted to give it back to him, Anthony, he wouldn't take it back. W-W-W-Wait. What the *Bleep* you talkin' about, "if you wanted to give it back"? No, no, no, no. Have you forgotten you just lost your damn job? We need that money. - We don't need his money. - Yeah, well, Anthony, I'll tell you what. You start bringin' some real money in here, like a real man, and then I'll think about givin' it back to him. Until then, I don't wanna hear *Bleep*. You need to get your tight ass together, that's what you need to do, and stop feelin' sorry for your damn self. Sometimes it's like you ain't even the same man I knew before the war. That's who I was in love with. That's who I thought showed the *Bleep* back up here. I don't know who the *Bleep* you are. So, what? You just, uh, suck his dick so good... he just start throwin' money at you, right? What is with you? Why you so damn paranoid? I ain't him. Not at this moment, you ain't. No. But the ain't sniffin' around here... tossin' money in your' face for nothin'! Yeah, well, I sleep with you every night, don't I? You know, Juanita, that's a damn good question. Come on. Go ahead. Admit this *Bleep*, man. Be honest. You him, right? - Is that what you wanna hear, Anthony? That's what you wanna hear? - Uh-huh. Yeah. Yeah. Fine. I'm him. So, uh, whose baby is that? D-Don't even answer that *Bleep*. No, you right. I ain't gonna answer it. I mean, *Bleep*. You Anthony. You the big marine man with no damn job. You know every thing. Answer this for me: If you think I'm jivin' you so much, Anthony, why the hell you with me? Huh? Why the *Bleep* you with me? What, you think I need you? Do you think I need this *Bleep*? you won't *Bleep* me. The only time I get to hold you is when you're havin' one of them silly-ass nightmares... Shut the *Bleep* up! Shut the *Bleep* up! You don't know, girl. You really don't know. - Don't you walk away from... - You better get the *Bleep* off of me! - Don't walk away from me, Anthony. - Let me go. - Don't you... What about Sarah? - I'll kill you, girl! Don't you ever run up on me! Ever! Ever run up on me again! I'll kill you, Juanita! Get the *Bleep* off me! Bunch of *Bleep*! - Yeah! - That's right. You can't trust them! - Now, they send our men off to Vietnam... - That's what they do. to fight for this so-called democracy. - That's right. Preach, sister. - Yeah! Yeah! But when they get back down to the South Bronx... and to Bed-Stuy and Harlem and Watts, etc., etc... - There is something very sick about that. - He's a devil. That's right, he's the devil. That's right! Go, sister! Go on! - Power to the people! - Power to the people! - In 'n' out. - Never, never gonna give you up I'm never, ever gonna stop Not the way I feel about you - Girl, I just can't live without you - There you go. - I'm never, ever gonna quit - What can I get you, baby? Anyway, so like I was sayin', I ran into this brother... and he, uh, gave me this flyer. So I figured I'd go over and check it out. And there you were, up there talkin' that ol' righteous *Bleep*. I'm just a college student tryin' to do her part to rally the people together. But, dig, we need more than talk. It's... It's time to do. - Do what? - Revolution. Oh, wait a minute. See. Y'all a little outta my league now. Is that what you're gonna say when the revolution comes? W-When it's time to pick up a gun? What you know about weapons? I'm qualified to handle a.45... an M-16 rifle, a.38-calibre pistol... and a Russian AK-47. An AK-47? Why don't you join us? A lot of brothers from the war have. Baby, I got enough heavy *Bleep* to deal with. - I got you, brother. - Relax. You're so uptight. Damn, I got to make some bread. I'm through with your sister, but... I still got to take care of my baby girl, Sarah. that's on the way. Damn! Look, anyway, uh, I got this plan to make some money. I want you to keep this *Bleep* to yourself. At 6:15 a.m., the truck pulls outta the post office... at 149th and Grand Concourse. Now, it makes one stop before it goes to D. C... which is a mail drop-off at First Federal Loan and Savings... which is on Noble Street and West. Now, Kirby... you're gonna position yourself in a getaway car... at the end of the corner, where you can see everything. Jose. Me and you gonna position ourselves behind the bank... underneath the left and the right side of the loadin' dock. Delilah, you're gonna position yourself inside the Dumpster... which is located directly across from the loadin' dock. Now, Skippy, I want you to position yourself... approximately ten feet from the alleyway. There, you post a lookout. We all know what to do at the point of attack... because we've gone over that *Bleep* enough. If anybody gets caught, you shut the *Bleep* up, and we'll keep your money. Shh! *Bleep* that *Bleep*, man. I'm telling you right now, if I get caught... - I'm shooting my way out. - *Bleep*, put that *Bleep* down. I think we need another man on the street with Skip. Someone to cover the other side. - I agree. - Oh, man! Hell, no! We don't need no 'nother man. - Besides, we got too many anyway. - *Bleep* that *Bleep*, Kirby, man. Everybody trusts everybody here, right? I can get somebody from our organization. Oh, no, no, no, no. I don't want none of them revolutionary *Bleep* involved. You can cut your eye at me all you want to. I ain't too keen on havin' that broad up in here neither. Well, you the one talkin' about we need another man. Make up your goddam mind. You have somebody in mind, Anthony? We might as well put a ad in the paper. Then we gonna get everybody. no money left for a *Bleep*. Oh, yes! Y'all didn't know your reverend was a gamblin' man? A sinnin' man? I was a man who maimed! I was a man who killed! We all know it was done in the name of the wicked one. The one that was cast down from heaven. - Hallelujah! - Amen! I said y'all know who I'm talkin' about! Can I get a "hallelujah" in this house of God? Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Well, look here, man. Skip is in. Period. All right? I stand a lot to lose if this thing blows up in my face. The last time I saw him, he was shooting poison in his veins. Yeah, I know. Well, you know, he's tryin' to shake that *Bleep*, man. - He's still on drugs. - And I still trust him with my life, Cleon. Remember that last battle? He froze up. For a minute. Then h-he broke out of it. And when he "broke out of it," Dugan was dead. Come on, Cleon. You know that could've happened to any of us. Now either you in or you out. Which one? How much money did you say was in that truck? We still got about 15 minutes. I tell ya, I could've used another cup of coffee. Let's make this quick. Bank security. - How ya doin'? - Good. - Mornin'. - Good mornin'. Oh, f... You waitin' on the number 11 bus? Yes. I don't think she runs this early. I caught it the other morning, uh, at this same time. You sure about that? Uh-huh. - Let me check for you. - No need to go to any trouble, Officer. No, no, no. No trouble at all, brother. I see by that patch on your jacket you were in recon. I was a 5th marine. Always willin' to help out a fellow leatherneck. Brown on patrol. Brown on patrol. Requesting off-hour route check on number 11. Dispatch to Brown. Hold for schedule. That's a copy. Do somethin', Cleon. - Ambush! Ambush! - Drop it! What the hell? Joe! Come on. Let's move. Anthony! - Did you see that *Bleep*, man? - Hey, what the wrong with you? - See the way the doors blew off, man? - No! Joe, you blew the whole truck up! - It blew up like that, man! - That's how you your hand up last time! You... And the money... You up. I'm gonna kick your stupid! Grab what you can, kid, before the whole thing burns! Hey, Anthony and Delilah gotta see this *Bleep*, man. I'm gonna go get 'em! Hey, Anthony! You gotta see the *Bleep* I did, man. I blew that *Bleep* up, man! You gotta see it, man! You gotta see the *Bleep* I did! Let's get outta here. Put the gun down. Put the gun down. Come on, Delilah. Let's get up. Up. Let's go. Come on, bro. We gotta go, man. I can't... I can't leave her. You ain't gotta leave her, bro... 'cause she's already gone. Get up here! Go on! Unit 1004, do you copy? Please respond. Do you require assistance? Do you copy? Any available units in the vicinity of Noble Street. Two-eleven in progress. Code three. Repeat. Two-eleven in progress. Code three. God's not gonna forgive me for this one. I'll tell you what, Reverend. With this kind of money, you can buy your way into heaven. That's where you're wrong, brother. We done bought our way into hell. The plain fact is that I promised the Lord I would never sin like this. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure I even want any of this dirty money. Well, I'll tell you what, Reverend. We'll find somethin' to do with your share. - Amen to that *Bleep*. - No. No, no, no, no. - I'll take the money. - You lyin' sack o' *Bleep*. I'm sure the Lord will find another way for me to do my penance. Just tell me one thing, Cleon. Why the you didn't grab the cop? You killed him. A young brother. If you wouldn't have froze up like a bitch, maybe I wouldn't have had to do that *Bleep*, now wouldn't I? Would y'all shut the up? Man, Delilah. *Bleep*. Man, radio said they got Joe's stupid ass. Stupid it up. The whole plan was up. We ain't do *Bleep* right out there, man. Y'all make sure that Jose's share goes to Marisol and his kids. - Walk on by - Done. Your junkie ass really messed up out there. Don't blame me for your ups. I told Anthony I didn't want nothin' to do with a crazy, devil-filled junkie! - What? - You listenin' to me? Look at him. - Oh, *Bleep*! - Now say some more *Bleep*! I'll knock your ass right back down. Fake-ass wanna-be preacher, no-members-having! Why don't y'all stop actin' like some clowns? You know, you sure is silly. Now, you're standin' here fightin', and we got over $300,000... of cold, hard, unmarked U.S. cash to split up five ways. Let me tell ya somethin'. You make me lose count again, I'm gonna shoot me... and then we gonna be splittin' this thing up four ways, hear? Man, I can't believe this. They was gonna burn all this *Bleep*. All this *Bleep*, and a *Bleep* can't even find a job. Well, that's Uncle Sam for you, baby. Money to burn. Police have issued an all-points bulletin for the remaining... ...Reserve Bank on Noble Street. Faces painted skeleton white. Cobra, request your status. Over. - Five federal security guards... - Anthony! - She's already gone. - Do it. Kill me. The bloody shootout erupted... an armoured truck... explosives... No, Joe. You blew the whole truck up! ...the deaths of nine people. The heroin ain't never did nothin' to me. ...just moments away from the scene of the crime... Robbery turned bloody... - Had some *Bleep* got into me over there, man. - Crushed to death by... Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer Had a very shiny nose - And if you ever saw it - What you slowin' down for? - Be cool. Be cool. - What you doin'? - Come on. Come on. - What the ideas, man? Aw, *Bleep*! - All of the other reindeer - What the job we doin' over here? - Say, man, check out all these kids. - Man! Hey, let's go to the liquor store and go to the club. Look, man, I'm gonna take care of you. We're gonna go down to the club. - We don't know them! - That's the whole point, baby. Come on. Get in the spirit. Hey, y'all come on over here! - *Bleep*, we gonna get robbed. - Hey, be cool, *Bleep*. Y'all come on over here. - Be cool, man. Damn. - Rudolph, with your nose so bright All of y'all gonna get some. All right. All right. - Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! - What, motherfu... Yeah, man. Merry Christmas. Go on. Leave me alone. Say, say, Skippy. Hey, man, why don't you bring your ass over here and quit that jivin'. Come on. Yeah, yeah. Y'all take all the toys. All right. Get one. - See what I'm sayin'? I ain't kiddin'. We givin' it away. - All right. All right. Yeah. That's why Santa Claus don't wanna come 'round here 'cause he's scared he's gonna get shot or robbed. All right. Just one. Hey, hey, hey. Give me this, man. Get a... Get a... Get a toy. - Come on, come on, come on. - Why you stealin'? You ain't gotta steal. - All right, all right, all right. - Funky little brothers. I talked to him. He says he ain't never gonna come down here unless he's got police protection. Last year, one of y'all *Bleep* stole one of his reindeer. No, no. I say let's just go up there and kill that. Man, me and Anthony gave out a couple of things, but that was it. You gave toys and turkeys to people. Then you got the hell outta Dodge. Man. Y'all sayin' my man is goin' around handin' out $100 bills... and sayin' that God Almighty gave it to him? My cousin lives up there in Mount Vernon. He says that Cleon's up there actin' a goddam fool. That ol' high-profile ass Bought a brand-new Caddy. Folk know he can't afford it. - Look, man, I'm gonna go over there and talk to him. - No, no, no. *Bleep* the talk! I'm drivin' up there, and I'm gonna take him out before he rats us out. Look, Kirby. I'm gonna handle everything, all right? - I'm gonna straighten this *Bleep* out. - All right. But if you don't take care of this, Anthony, I promise you, I will. I told you we didn't need another man. That's y'all's punk-ass friend! People runnin' from their worries While the judge and his juries They take the law that's part of the flaw No. Oh, *Bleep*, Cleon! Love, fallin', fussin' and a-cussin' Damn! The feelin' now is killin' For peace no one is willin' Kinda make you get that feelin' Everybody's startin' Use the pill and the dope Educated fools From uneducated schools Right now we'd like to bring on a young man who believes in doing things his own way. And based on the way he kinda get next to all of the folks who've seen him work... his way has gotta be pretty hip. So let's lay some noise on the mighty Al Green. Apartment 13! I'm so tired of bein' alone I'm so tied up on my own Won't you help me, girl Just as soon as you can Don't move, mister! I been wantin' to get next to you, baby You see, sometime I fold my arms, I say - Ooo-ooo - Mmm-hmm-mmm Whoa-oh-oh Oh, baby, hey Needing you has proven to be To be my greatest dream Yeah - I'm so tired of being alone - Oh, tired, baby - Here's the rest of the fifties. - Put it in there. You know, I still feel *Bleep*-up about this whole situation. Look, feelin' *Bleep*-up don't help a goddam thing and it ain't gonna bring nobody back. - *Bleep*! - So, just worry about yourself. We just gotta get outta here. - Come on. - Say, man, you got everything? Yeah, grab that bag. This is a bitch. This is it, man. This is it. All we got to do, boy, is make it to Mexico. We'll be fine. We'll get us a villa, see? And then, and buy a boat and sail all around the gulf. Everything will be fine. We just gotta get the *Bleep* outta here. Yeah, maybe I can send for Sarah once we get down there. Well, anything's possible. Come on. Wait a minute. Run, Anthony! Hyah! Y'all get back! Get away right there! Get off me! - You pity fool, you pity fool - *Bleep*! You better have some sympathy Yeah 'Cause there's educated people Runnin' the lives of our society Makin' up the rules Mr Curtis, you have been lawfully tried in this court... and found guilty on all charges. Do you have anything to say on your own behalf before I pronounce sentence? Uh... no, ain't nothin' I say gonna get me out of this. But things were gettin' bad for me, and... I had to do what I had to do to s... to survive. Maybe it was wrong, but l... I certainly didn't mean for anybody to be hurt. Uh, Your Honour, please consider before sentencing... that my client served his country proud in the Marine Corps. As a matter of fact, he was a member of an elite unit... a sergeant, decorated with many medals. In fact, one of those medals was the, uh, Silver Star, for valour. I realize that my client had a difficult time adjusting when he... Excuse me, Counsel. l, too, was a marine... and I served my country proudly in World War Il, a real war, I may add. - Yes, Your Honor... - I'm not finished yet, please. I received the Purple Heart at Guadalcanal. Now, this young man has obviously forgotten some very... fundamental things like decency and dedication and honor... everything the corps taught us. He is a disgrace to everyone that has ever put on that uniform... and I will not permit you or him to use the Vietnam War as a cop-out here. Anthony Curtis, for your participation in this crime... a crime that took the lives of several innocent people, I do hereby... sentence you to the custody of the Attorney General of the United States... for a period of 15 years to life. Oh, my God. These proceedings are concluded. This court is adjourned. "Life"? What the he mean "life"? After all the I did for this country? What the he talkin' about, "life"? - Hey! - Oh, Anthony! After all the ideas I did for this country? You, remove the prisoner from the court! - You hear me? - Restrain the prisoner! Get him outta here! Let the record show... Let the record show... that a chair was thrown at the judge.
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