"yo, max." "the policeman is dead!" "biggs shot jakes!" "jakes, are you dead?" "damn!" "they shot the man." "jakes, are you dead?" "snitch. die!" "wait for me." "I shot the snitch." "what's going on, sando?" "how's it going, kids?" "what's that gun for?" "did y'all go to school today?" "we'll go to school tomorrow." "make sure y'all do. make sure." "man, we ain't going to school." "we wanna be just like you, sando." "stop wasting time with the kids." "go do what we came here for." "later." "I wonder how much money he has on him." "who are you talking about?" "the truck driver." "I don't know." "come. let's go find out." "what's up, boss?" "need any help?" "this work is too hard for you, kid." "this is a grown man's work." "I can do grown man's work too." "I like your determination." "how much money is that, boss?" "we've never seen so much money before." "you'll soon make a lot of money." "I know, but just tell me anyway." "how much money do you make in a day?" "my friend says about 5000." "I tell him, not that much." "your friend is wrong." "I told you." "but you're wrong too." "try 1 00,000." "you must have a gun to protect all that money. right, boss?" "I don't need any gun, kid." "I'm not afraid of anything or anyone." "we need a gun." "that's a lot of money." "I know where a gun is." "where?" "tell me." "over at rasta neville's yard." "I saw it the other day when I was playing with his son, fire." "where does he keep it?" "relax, man. I'll get it." "who's there?" "It's me, wayne." "you're too early to buy ganja." "whoever sent you, let them know I don't sell weed this early." "I'm not here to buy weed." "so, what do you want?" "I've come to play with fire." "right now, fire is sleeping." "come back later when he's awake." "all right." "all right, my lord." "morning, ms. pauline." "morning, wayne." "ls biggs awake?" "that damn lazy boy." "errol!" "your friend is here." "go get him." "morning, auntie." "trouble." "hurry up and put your shirt on." "I have something to show you." "today we're rich!" "errol?" "errol?" "errol?" "yes, auntie." "come and go to the store for me." "all right, I'm coming." "here, take this." "buy two cans of sardines and a loaf of bread." "yes, ma'am." "I'm tired of eating sardines." "so go back to america to your mother where you can eat steak." "trouble." "biggs, why did your mother send you back to jamaica?" "she claimed I'm bad." "wayne, you don't think I'm bad, do you?" "no, man. you're cool." "ready?" "yeah." "let's go." "kid, be careful." "what are you doing?" "did you hurt yourself?" "are you all right?" "give me the money." "boy, put that thing away." "y ou could hurt somebody." "we want the fucking money." "where's the rest of the money?" "all right!" "take the money, don't kill me." "jesus christ!" "It's in the truck, under the seat." "wayne, go get it." "under the seat." "jesus christ." "fucking little thieves." "wayne, check the window." "wayne, check the window." "wayne, what are you gonna do with your money?" "I don't know." "give it to my mother." "I'm giving some of my money to sando." "he has a visa connection." "I'm gonna buy a visa." "I'm going to buy a visa too, then." "do you have family in america?" "my father, but I don't know him." "well, my mother's in miami." "I'm gonna tell my auntie I have the money so she can send me to america." "a boy like me must go back to america." "I wanna go to america too." "I'll ask my mom if you can stay with us." "attention, please." "flight 33 from miami has just arrived." "sit down, boy." "sit down." "Inspector, take care of this for me." "I have some work to do." "make sure you bring back something for me." "that depends on what I get." "all right. cool, cool." "errol williams." "where are you from?" "where are you from?" "america." "america." "boy where in jamaica were you born?" "kingston public hospital." "wise-ass, huh?" "you're one of those guys who were in america committing crimes then come back here to wreck the island with your american-style carjacking extortion and all types of fuckry!" "well, I'm here for y'all." "y ou hear me?" "slip, and I'll be all over your ass." "constable." "yes." "fingerprint this boy for me." "yes, sir." "stand up." "welcome home, dog." "what's up, nigga?" "how you living?" "how we living?" "that's how we living." "biggs, you remember mad max, right?" "of course, I remember max." "what's up, killer?" "greetings, king." "mad max is the number one gangster in jamaica right now." "respect." "let's go pick up john john." "blacka, don't come any farther." "what are you doing, max?" "bringing a knife to a gunfight?" "you taught me never to do that." "the boys are out on the balcony." "fucking awesome view." "nice. relaxing, you know." "don't move." "fuck!" "wayne, who is this?" "It's my little brother, blacka." "blacka, what's going on, brother?" "l'm chilling." "last time I saw you, kid you were still pissing your bed." "the boy's all grown up now." "big boy." "listen, I hope you're not a gangster too." "you know that runs in the blood." "you've really grown up." "can't be a baby forever." "In some selfish and crazy way I wish you would." "don't worry yourself, biggs." "everything is cool." "you know your brother is like my own brother, right?" "I know." "he takes care of me." "y ou have nothing to worry about." "yo, see y'all later." "cool, man." "he's all right, man." "he's a good kid." "he's all right." "I'm watching out for him." "y ou know, we are creating monsters." "let me get you a girl." "look around you." "see those guys they're dangerous." "they'll do anything for us." "anytime. anywhere. to anyone." "y eah, those guys are hungry especially max." "now, you must help me feed those guys." "talk to me." "anything I have is yours." "my house is yours, my bitch is yours but not my wife." "y ou showed me the game." "y ou know the fellas have to eat." "If they don't, they'll turn around and eat our food." "I don't know jamaica like that." "and I don't know these cats like that." "see what I'm saying?" "It's been 20 years since I've been back to this motherfucker, yo." "I'm out of my comfort zone." "jamaica is a cakewalk." "I saw you lock down miami." "what happened to you?" "fuck jamaica." "we have the manpower and the guns too." "I had millions of dollars in america before I went to prison." "I lived the best life there was to live and I want it back." "and little jamaica can't do that for me." "y ou don't understand." "did you see all those houses we drove past on the way up here?" "all the people, shops and stores they give me a little something to live comfortably." "a little something, huh?" "protection." "y ou know, we're more effective than the police." "sounds like extortion." "so you call it." "nigga, that's what it is." "what the fuck you talking about?" "I call it capitalism." "around here, they understand the program." "they kicked us out of america." "this is where we are now." "what are we gonna do, lay down so people can call us worthless deportee boys?" "I don't even like that word, "deportee."" "If a motherfucker calls me a deportee, I'll empty my gun in his fucking face." "y eah. definitely." "It's been four years since I got deported." "I came back home just like you, with nothing." "but I realized I had to step up the game." "y eah. for real." "take america out of your mind." "right now, we have everything here in jamaica." "even politicians are in our pockets." "hello, baby." "hello." "let me talk to the big man." "like your hair." "hello, mr. chin?" "okay, sir. there's some men at the front." "he'll be with you. he's coming, okay?" "all right." "what's up, mr. chin?" "are you ready for me?" "I told you, man, one more week." "me no have it yet." "come back and see me." "y ou think I have time to waste?" "trying to beat the system, mr. chin?" "no, not at all." "but you and I have an agreement." "y eah, and you're not keeping your end of the bargain." "so, max, do him." "is this how y'all living?" "man, fuck the chinese boy." "he hasn't paid for three months." "what does he think this is, a game?" "no, motherfucker." "this is the real thing." "y o, I'm just saying though, what the fuck was that?" "where you from?" "miami." "where in miami are you from?" "y ou ask too many questions." "he's the big man. he runs miami." "just take care of him." "I'll be back. I'm going to the bathroom." "order more champagne." "faggot, remember me?" "remember you from where?" "I don't know you." "shoot the motherfucker." "die. y ou're gonna die." "shoot the motherfucker." "get off the bike!" "police!" "motherfuckers must die!" "big move." "big move for who?" "checkmate in two more turns." "hello." "a full four more." "how you learn to play this game?" "say what?" "not a talking game, it's a killing game." "who called?" "mad max." "he said.... he said they just killed blacka." "who just killed my little brother?" "he said laing and his friends." "that police boy, laing, he must die!" "hello." "let me speak to mr. anderson." "mr. anderson, wayne is on the phone for you." "wayne, what's happening?" "how is everything?" "not so good, sir." "what happened now, wayne?" "y our boys getting out of control?" "the only person out of control is laing." "laing is an officer of the law." "and if your boys won't listen, there is very little I can do." "but he knew that was my little brother." "he didn't have to kill him." "the chinese businesspeople knew blacka and mad max were behind..." "...their colleague's murder." "they didn't have to kill him." "when things get like that, it's out of my hands." "wayne you need to come to my office and see me." "blacka threw his life away." "blacka knew what was going on." "he should have been right here with us." "too much showing off, dog." "I hear you, biggs." "but laing has wanted to kill someone in my crew for a long time." "he never liked me!" "gangster, don't you see that's natural police and thieves." "the politician, mr. anderson, wants me to come see him." "let me tell you something." "police, politicians I don't trust any of them!" "remember that." "I'm still gonna listen to what he has to say." "mr. anderson, mr. anderson." "wayne." "how you doing, friend?" "have a seat, gentlemen." "mr. andy, this is my friend biggs." "y ou already know john john." "so, what can I do to cool things down?" "I don't want you and officer laing going at it, you know." "It's him. he needs to chill." "he needs to back off." "he knew blacka was my little brother." "he didn't have to kill him." "listen to yourself." "I'm really sorry about your brother but he was like a mad dog running wild." "mr. andy, that was my little brother." "furthermore, laing wants to stop our livelihood and that's not gonna happen." "wayne, election is coming up and I cannot afford to have any unnecessary wrongs in my constituency." "y ou're going to have to work with me, wayne." "so, what do you want me to do for you now, sir?" "as you know, I have a very good connection at the embassy." "I need you to leave jamaica." "I'll get you and your friends the visa." "and you leave the island and go cool out for a while." "because I can't take the heat that is about to come down on me." "I have a whole community depending on me." "mr. andy, I respect you, but I'm not leaving jamaica." "things are good for me right now in jamaica." "wayne there is nothing else on the table." "nothing else on the table?" "y ou're telling me that you can't tell laing to back off?" "y ou can't tell him to step aside?" "wayne, don't put me in a spot." "mr. andy, I feel like you're not trying to hear me." "y ou're not trying to see things my way." "furthermore, I feel like you're disrespecting me." "so you know what?" "we're leaving." "wayne." "wayne." "wayne." "detective laing this is patrick anderson, mp." "not good." "detective we both have a common problem." "his name is wayne." "y ou're familiar with him you killed his brother." "and now it's his turn." "y ou can find him at waterhouse, any time after dark." "and, detective just make sure that this problem is permanently eradicated." "police!" "police!" "faggot-ass police!" "get wayne, max!" "get wayne!" "mr. laing!" "don't kill me!" "I'm just a dj, mr. laing!" "don't say my name out of your fucking dead mouth." "If it's war they want, it's war they'll fucking get!" "we're gonna show them who the real gangsters are." "that's not going to benefit us, wayne." "we have to leave this alone or we're gonna end up dead!" "miami is where we need to be to start robbing some of those bigtime drug dealers." "gangsters don't rob 9-to-5 people and poor people. y ou know that." "america is where we need to be." "definitely." "y ou know what?" "let me call that bitch-ass politician." "do that. let him get us the visas." "then, if necessary, we'll kill him." "y eah." "mr. anderson's office." "hello, good afternoon." "may i speak to mr. anderson, please?" "may I ask who's calling?" "tell him it's detective laing." "mr. andy, it's officer laing again." "seven wanted men were killed by the police in a shootout." "detective laing." "I've been watching the news all day and none of those seven bodies is identified as our friend wayne smith." "y ou really fucked up this time, mr. anderson, you know that?" "y ou fuck up this time!" "wayne?" "wayne." "wayne, you know that this is a big misunderstanding." "we can talk, you know, friend." "we don't have a motherfucking thing to talk about." "after you and your police friends tried to kill me last night they murdered seven of my friends seven men who killed to put you in power!" "now you wanna talk?" "the only fucking things talking will be our guns!" "what about that visa thing I told you about?" "that deal still stands, you know." "y ou have 48 hours." "we want three american visas." "all the necessary information will be faxed to your office within the hour." "I will personally take care of it myself." "don't fuck with me, mr. anderson!" "we already have people at your kids' school outside your house, ready to fuck your wife and outside your office too." "wayne, you got my word on it." "we're gonna work this out for the better." "hello, wayne?" "wayne?" "so let her go now, wayne." "how do they look?" "legit?" "that's for my little brother blacka, you motherfucker." "throw out the girl." "so, what's the deal, dog?" "what's up?" "what do y'all want?" "y o, what's up?" "who holding down the spot?" "y o, gussy." "fucking rug rats running up on my goddamn window." "what do you need, homeboy?" "what's up, killer?" "what you got?" "some of everything." "oh, shit, the gangsters are back!" "jump in." "gussy, running a weed spot?" "I thought you niggas were in jamaica, on a beach, drinking martinis." "what are y'all doing back here?" "we're here to reclaim what's rightfully ours." "gussy, we here to take this bitch over." "boy, biggs, I don't know how teddy bruck shut will take that news." "who?" "y ou know bruck shut teddy." "teddy from back in the days." "he owns miami." "he's the man now." "niggas like us have to go back to selling dime bags of weed." "teddy controls all the weight in this town." "really?" "so where can we find him?" "junie's restaurant." "that's where his gang eats every day." "y eah. well, I think we gotta pay mr. bruck shut a visit. what you say?" "y eah." "but before all that, you need to give us a little something, gussy." "I know how it goes, gangster." "biggs, who is this guy?" "max, max." "let him be, max." "max, he's cool, he's cool." "we're coming to see you again later." "take this, wayne." "later, put together a proper package." "l know how it goes, gangster." "a proper thing, okay?" "understood. understood." "but make sure you have a proper package for us later." "whole lot of nice cars." "y es, sir. y es, sir." "I hope that nigga inside." "If gussy says he's here, he's here." "gussy knows everything." "all right, watch this." "y'all chill here." "I'll check it and come back." "let them know we're back in town." "playtime is over." "y eah." "I have 50 kilos in south beach." "I need you to pick them up later." "bring chico with you." "l got it." "so am I getting my stuff tonight?" "we'll talk about that later, dangles." "teddy, I'm tired of you playing me." "I need my shit." "I said we'll talk about that later." "I'm tired of the promises." "It's time for me to get my shit, boss." "oh, shit." "look who the fuck is back." "the king of miami." "at least him once was." "what's going on, big man, eh?" "nobody fucking move!" "put your hands behind your fucking heads!" "boy, are you an idiot?" "up against the wall!" "don't fuck with me!" "what the fuck are you doing, biggs?" "what are you doing?" "got a message for you, bitch." "what message could you have for me?" "playtime is over." "I'm a gangster!" "fuck you and your playtime talk!" "I hear you. I hear you." "so, what do you want from me?" "a piece of everything." "everything?" "every fucking thing." "means if you sell a fucking kilo of cocaine, half is mine." "sell a fucking nickel bag of weed, bitch, same thing." "y ou're fucking escorting me, biggs!" "the word is "extort," you fucking idiot." "y ou're a fucking drug dealer, why are you complaining about extortion?" "say something." "fucking say something." "l hear you." "y ou're sure?" "l hear you." "good. now tell your fucking goons to sit the fuck down before we start squeezing in this bitch." "we don't want these innocent people getting hurt." "bitch ass." "y o, spread the word the real gangsters are back, in full effect!" "dangles, you've been a soldier for a long time." "we're looking for soldiers." "link up." "we're looking for soldiers." "link up." "hello, who this?" "teddy bruck shut!" "I know you ain't gonna let them niggas extort you like that, man. come on." "shotta?" "I don't give a fuck if they shotta or whatever the fuck they are!" "I don't give a fuck!" "check me and it's done!" "hello?" "hello?" "big man, we heard you got it." "don't make us search for it." "give it to us." "what, you're saying they're lying?" "just tell us where it is." "we don't want to have to beat and torture you." "we don't like beating people, not even kids." "we wait until they grow up, then we shoot them." "y ou got it?" "they're lying?" "If we find it, you're dead." "looks like you're ready to scream, big man." "motherfucker." "what do you have there, skip?" "and you said you had nothing." "come on, big man, you must have more of this around here." "y ou found something, max?" "what is this, big man?" "motherfucker!" "big man, you said there was nothing here." "why do you lie so fucking much?" "here's what we're gonna do:" "everything we found, we're gonna keep." "whatever we didn't find you can keep." "because we know there's more stuff here. understand?" "what are you trying to say?" "take the weed and leave the money." "take the what and leave the what?" "y ou sound like a bitch!" "y ou're better off shutting the fuck up." "what's wrong with this boy?" "take the weed, leave the money." "so, what are we going to do with big man?" "we're gonna let big man be." "he's a good boy." "do the rest yourself." "okay, sir." "what you want for christmas?" "five million dollars." "what you gonna do with $5 million, man?" "I'm gonna buy me some clothes, some shoes some jheri and some women." "some-- what you gonna do with women?" "what's up, killer?" "ain't nothing." "y o, watch my son." "l know how y'all do. what's going on?" "trying to eat." "as you said, you know how we do." "trying to eat?" "It looks like you eating." "porsche." "small thing." "but me and you, we need to talk, you know." "we don't need to talk about nothing." "ain't nothing happening." "something is always happening for you, man." "nothing is happening for me." "like y'all say in jamaica." "next time we meet you gotta pay up." "I got nothing for you." "watch your little rug rat, okay." "love your daddy, you hear?" "why isn't that little boy in school?" "he plans to be a dunce like his father." "y o, is this raquel?" "what's up, girl?" "come on, now. how many niggas you got calling you?" "this is biggs, I'm outside." "all right. bitches." "women. can't live with them, can't live without them." "that one looks like a winner." "I'm telling you, that girl's hot." "plus, she's a fucking flirt." "what's up?" "what are you talking about?" "that's my partner, wayne." "wayne, that's raquel." "how you doing?" "hi, wayne. I'm fine." "that you are." "so, what's up?" "nothing." "what you doing tonight?" "coming to the club with me?" "y ou want me to go to the club?" "of course." "what kind of question is that?" "what time you coming to pick me up?" "fuck picking you up. let's go now." "but I'm not even dressed." "see. y ou always worrying about the wrong things." "we going to the mall. shop time." "hello, gentlemen." "how may I help you?" "y ou're gorgeous for real." "I'm gonna marry you." "y ou wanna marry me?" "are you looking for anything special?" "y eah. let me see that one." "presidential rolex." "diamond-encrusted." "nice, huh?" "oh, yes, it's a beautiful piece." "what do you say, wayne?" "elegant. looks nice." "y ou're the president now." "let me see that one." "this is the platinum cartier pasha." "listen, no delay." "we'll take both of them." "y eah." "don't you wanna know the prices?" "baby, if I gotta ask a price, that mean I can't afford it." "and I got cash." "I'm sorry." "I didn't mean any harm." "I'm offended by that." "It's not that simple." "I said, I'm very sorry." "y eah, but I'm still offended." "y ou need to give me your number, address, social security panty size, everything." "then I may consider it." "let me handle the business first." "all right." "pum pum size." "hey, boy." "all right." "small, medium, large...?" "y ou gotta know." "that'll be $67,000." "ls that okay with you?" "y eah." "oh, good." "y eah, I've got it. don't worry." "I'll be back with your receipts and your packages." "we don't need a package." "we're gonna wear them." "okay." "hey, baby." "that's what I'm talking about!" "y ou bought the whole mall." "y ou got a bunch of bags." "what's up?" "I know, and I didn't even get everything I wanted." "y ou're crazy." "y ou ain't get what you want?" "no." "can I get you guys something to drink?" "coffee, water, champagne, whatever?" "where's mine?" "can I get you something?" "dangles, what's the deal?" "l'm here, boss." "great fucking party!" "y eah, man." "teddy runs this city." "no punk is taking it back." "see those men over there?" "bring them a bottle of champagne." "my tab." "we don't give a fuck about those other guys. where did they pop up from?" "see the big spenders over there?" "those guys are punks!" "cheers, papi!" "what's this?" "compliments from the man over there." "the gentleman over there." "y es, mr. bruck shut." "y eah. what?" "I'm mc hammer." "what?" "what?" "y o, let my man go up there and play this new dub plate, man." "dangles!" "take that!" "tell the dj to play that motherfucker, or else.... gussy gus. y ou motherfucker." "y o, biggs, let your security know I'm a gangster by blood, not relation." "gangster forever, gussy." "take it easy." "y ou know." "word is you're here to take the city back." "damn right, you know how we do." "we gotta eat." "y eah." "fuck it." "so, what's up?" "what you got for me?" "some american boys from opa-locka bring 50 kilos in every tuesday." "the pickup vehicle is a white jitney." "the stash is in the floor." "every tuesday?" "every tuesday." "every tuesday?" "y eah, every tuesday." "did you hear that, skip?" "we're rich, girl." "I'm leaving." "I have a fine girl waiting for me." "y o, biggs." "I just wanna eat, dog." "look out for your nigga." "no problem." "that's what I'm talking about, dog." "y eah. y eah." "gangster for life." "fucking snitch." "y o, gussy." "get out of this fucking car!" "wayne, where is abbey?" "man, fuck abbey." "make sure he has a proper package for us." "what's up, big man?" "I'm chilling." "y ou know how it goes." "It's fucked up, what happened to gussy the other night." "so who do you think did it?" "don't have a clue." "gussy was a gangster." "that's why it could have been anyone who murdered him." "I feel you. I hear you." "so, what you got for me?" "give me that." "that's 30 grand." "y es, mr. bruck shut." "same time next week, okay?" "y eah, man." "I don't trust that fucking teddy bruck shut." "he was nervous as fuck, gangster." "he should be nervous because we know he had gussy killed." "he needs some bullets in his ass." "what's today?" "tuesday. why?" "gussy said the americans in opa-locka bring in their drugs every tuesday." "what do you say we go get it?" "of course we go get it." "another working day." "just another day on the job." "faggot!" "he's cool, man." "he's eating his doughnut." "oh, fuck. here it comes." "and he's driving alone." "this is like taking candy from a baby." "y eah, the baby better behave." "police!" "don't move!" "on the ground!" "I'm taking this." "get the car." "what's going on, homey?" "what's going on, wayne?" "what the fuck do you see going on?" "why are you carrying on like that?" "what's going on, biggs?" "l'm here." "for a long time I've wanted to hook up with you guys." "I love the way y'all roll." "like some original gangsters." "what do you have to give us on teddy bruck shut?" "that pussy!" "he ain't treating me right." "I'm still riding a motorcycle, after all the people I've killed for him!" "but listen, this friday, he's sending $200,000 to jamaica." "his girl is giving it to some guy who's taking it to jamaica for him." "oh, fuck!" "there are those punks." "what do you say?" "wanna finish them now?" "what's up, big men?" "seems like y'all own a car dealership." "no, man. that's you guys." "y ou're the one rolling with the rich kid." "anyway, I'm just saying hello." "It's your world. later." "and you have to pay to live in it." "take it easy, mr. bruck shut." "y es, pussy. y es, mr. fuck face." "y'all think he saw me?" "don't worry about anything." "once you're a gangster, you're a gangster forever." "I'm gonna call you guys when the money is leaving." "y eah." "blessings." "y eah." "later." "cool. do that, do that." "just do what you're supposed to do, then come back home." "dangles, richie's coming to pick you up." "I need you to make a run with him." "so who's gonna escort marcia and the money?" "don't worry about marcia." "she knows how to handle herself." "give me that." "papi, take this." "dangles, I don't like the way you're behaving." "bitch-ass dread, go fuck your mother." "y ou don't know me." "what the fuck is wrong with that guy?" "biggs. dangles." "teddy bruck shut's girl is on her way." "she's driving a red hummer." "respect." "bless." "what happened to you, boy?" "easy with my guitar." "like you jamaicans say, you wanna die?" "It's gonna make me a whole lot of money, trust me, one of these days." "kid, you're not gonna make it in the music business and that guitar definitely ain't gonna make it." "listen, they told jimmy cliff the same thing." "y ou saw what happened." "why you so uptight for?" "don't worry about that. drive." "dangles set us up." "watch that boy. I got the other one." "what happened, gangster?" "what happened?" "why the fuck are y'all following me?" "what happened?" "for 1 0 fucking minutes, y'all been on my fucking tail." "why the fuck are y'all following me?" "no one is following you." "y ou're just fucking paranoid." "fucking right I'm paranoid because you motherfuckers are following me!" "are you done?" "go suck your mother!" "we're not following you, we're protecting you." "go protect your mother's sour pussy!" "y ou can't protect yourself." "and you're our investment." "go protect your mother. pussy!" "another hard day at the office." "I'm gonna murder those motherfuckers!" "they think they're gangsters." "I'm gonna murder every last fucking one of them." "y ou should kill those motherfuckers." "fucking banana boats." "don't ever say anything about banana boats." "never, ever say that again." "I'm gonna get you untight. I'll tell you a joke. y ou wanna hear one of my jokes?" "I'll tell you anyway, motherfucker." "so listen, right, it was this white man, black man and chinese man, right?" "and one day the king invited them in his backyard and he was like:" ""hear ye, hear ye, hear ye." "whoever could swim past this swimming pool I'll give my daughter to you."" "there was one goddamn problem:" "motherfucker had 20 sharks in his swimming pool, right?" "but you know the chinaman. the chinaman not fear no fucking thing." "shark looked at that chinese motherfucker and ate him up, man." "so then the white boy jumped in next." "y ou know white people, they always trying to reason." "hold on, hold on, hold on." "y eah, hello?" "forget about the white boy, right?" "so the black man was in front of the swimming pool." "next thing you know:" "and now the black man's on the other side like this:" "so the king come over and the king's like:" ""what is it that you want, my son?" "I'll give you anything."" "the black man look at the king and he said:" "I want that motherfucker that threw me in the motherfucking pool!" "where the big man at?" "richie, I've been waiting." "what happened?" "I took care of it. lt's done, man." "that's why I put my trust in you." "I love you, gangster." "y ou know all that love you show me?" "want me to show you the same love back?" "show me." "take your clothes off." "later." "where are you going?" "make some runs. I'll be back." "all right?" "I'm about to take a shower." "that motherfucker biggs." "I want him dead." "I want every fucking thing around him dead." "every fucking thing!" "first thing in the morning, murder those motherfuckers!" "they have 90 seconds to go in and out." "If they don't get it done in 90 seconds kill every fucking one of them." "what's going on?" "what's really going on?" "just touching base." "I think we need to kick back a little." "kick back?" "I don't understand." "we need to cool out." "we have enough money to relax." "I think the air conditioning is set too high. y ou're getting cold feet." "I never get cold feet." "lately, I've been getting a vibe." "we need to stop robbing." "but I just got some information about a rasta man in fort lauderdale." "heard he has a lot of marijuana." "leave that alone." "listen to me, wayne." "raquel and I are taking a trip to l.a. I think both of you should come with us." "why are you going to l.a.?" "y ou wanna be a movie star?" "I'm buying a house out there." "It's a nice place." "plus, it's far away from all the madness going on around here." "y ou're serious?" "of course I'm serious." "so are you guys coming?" "no, dog." "what do you say, max?" "whatever. nothing matters to me." "the mad one is chilling with me." "hey, welcome, max." "and how are you doing, wayne?" "what's up, pretty lady?" "hey, baby." "the gangster's in love." "what are you talking about?" "m.o.b., nigga." "money over bitches." "nigga, you ain't saying shit." "let me tell you that." "let's go to the living room." "I'm going to see this girl in bal harbour." "do you hear this motherfucker?" "m.o.b., nigga." "money over bitches, motherfucker." "practice what you preach." "I'm gonna get a beer for the road." "all right." "hurry up." "so are you still with the jeweler girl?" "twenty-three thousand dollars." "a lot of sweat and tears." "y ou spent a lot of money to get that ass." "listen to you. see you later, man." "cool." "y o, max." "wayne." "wayne." "wayne." "talk to me, wayne." "wayne." "my brother for life." "for life." "motherfucker, breathe and I'll bust your fucking skull." "get down on your knees." "biggs." "max, are you all right?" "oh, fuck!" "wayne!" "motherfucker, don't I know you?" "did teddy bruck shut send you?" "motherfucker, you killed my friend." "where is teddy?" "where the fuck is teddy?" "all gangsters must die." "die!" "y eah, but not before you, bitch." "give me a minute." "hold the fuck on, man." "hold on, man." "hold on, dog. I'm gonna get you to the hospital. hold on, man." "biggs." "what, max?" "goddamn." "It's fucked up, what they did to wayne." "help, I got an emergency!" "oh, my god. I'll get you some help." "what happened to him?" "what happened?" "l picked him up like this." "looks like a gunshot wound." "get him inside, quick." "do you know him?" "no, I just gave him a ride." "I think we lost him." "sir?" "get him!" "sir, let me talk to you for a second." "sir, I need some more information on him." "sir?" "sir?" "we fucked them up. motherfuckers." "nice and hot, baby." "papi." "y eah?" "champagne." "champagne, coming up." "goddamn, girl." "papi fucking champagne, huh?" "gangster, what are you doing in my yard?" "biggs, you've gone too far now, man." "see what I'm saying?" "what do you want from me?" "since you got back from jamaica you've been a pest in my life." "biggs." "what do you want, money?" "I have over $ 7 million in the mansion." "where is it?" "In the room next to the staircase." "come, motherfucker, let's go get it now." "don't kill me." "I'll give you everything." "just don't kill me." "there it is, biggs." "seven million dollars is a whole lot of fucking money." "what else do you want from me?" "y ou killed my girl." "I gave you everything I have." "y ou have all of my money!" "y ou have everything!" "what else do you want from me?" "y our soul."