"¶ my first ¶" "¶ my last ¶" "¶ my everything ¶" "¶ and the answer to ¶" "¶ all my dreams ¶" "¶ you're my sun ¶" "¶ you're my sun ¶" "¶ my moon ¶" "¶ moon ¶" "¶ my guiding star ¶ whoo, sing!" "¶ my kind of wonderful ¶" "¶ that's what you are ¶" "¶ i know ¶" "¶ there's only ¶" "¶ there's only one like you ¶" "¶ only one like you ¶" "¶ there's no way ¶" "¶ there's no way ¶" "¶ they could have made 2 ¶" "¶ they couldn't have made 2 ¶" "¶ you the only one, baby, you the only one ¶" "¶ you're, you're all i'm living for ¶" "¶ your love i'll keep forevermore ¶" "¶ you're the first ¶" "¶ you're the last ¶" "¶ my everything ¶ oh, shit!" "¶ whoo ¶" "¶ whoo-hoo-ooh ¶ go, man, go!" "¶ na na na ¶" "what you got?" "dodgers tickets, lakers tickets, and phantom of the opera tickets." "phantomoftheopera?" "yeah. it's theater, man." "you ever been to the theater?" "what the hell wrong with you, man?" "don't nobody give a damn about no phantom of the opera." "hey, franklin, there's money in culture." "man, let me tell you something, roland." "black people don't want to see that shit." "now, i told you to get me some good shit like luther vandross tickets or something." "luther vandross is not culture." "fuck culture!" "get me some good shit." "people complain about these fucked up tickets." "you're making me look bad, man." "oh, really?" "i'm serious. next time, man, come up with some better stuff." "ok." "gonna stop fucking with you, roland." "i'm for real!" "you owe me, man." "i don't owe you shit." "you owe me, franklin." "¶ i know ¶" "¶ there's only ¶" "¶ only one like you ¶" "¶ there's no way ¶" "¶ they could have made 2 ¶" "¶ you're, you're all i'm living for ¶" "¶ your love i'll keep forevermore ¶" "¶ you're the first ¶" "¶ you're the last ¶" "¶ my everything ¶" "where the hell have you been?" "you're supposed to wash it, not take it for a joyride." "man, where you been?" "i been looking for you." "i been trying to find you." "what?" "i've been riding around looking for you." "come here. i'm glad i found you, man." "get the hell on." "that's him. let's do this." "¶ car wash ¶ i need 2 on the floor." "i need $200. come on, come on." "uh-uh. same time, man." "i don't know you. same time." "willie." "yeah?" "all righty, now." "get out of here. hurry up." "hey, why don't y'all try to hide some of this shit?" "keep it on the down-low." "you'll get a nigger busted." "come on, man." "get me locked up and shit." "come on, man. hurry up." "how we doing?" "what's up, man?" "what you need?" "oh, hold on. let me guess." "2 to the phantom of the opera, right?" "i've already seen it, thanks." "hold up, man. wait a minute." "you that silly ass reporter from the channel 5 news, ain't you?" "channel 12, actually." "i knew it. what's up, man?" "james russell. how you doing?" "all right. what's up?" "wonder if we could talk to you for a couple of seconds on camera." "cool." "julio, is that all right?" "whatever you want to do, man." "let's roll it." "speed." "wait a minute, wait a minute. hold up." "cut." "cut." "let me straighten out my shit, man." "all right, i'm ready." "cool. let's go." "you're ready?" "cool." "you sure?" "i'm sure. ok." "speed." "this is james russell reporting on our city and her crimes." "i'm here at a local car wash talking to the car wash hustler." "you've got quite an operation set up here for yourself." "tell me, what is going on down here?" "i'm a businessman, man." "what the fuck you think goin' on?" "cut, cut, cut." "that's a cut." "what?" "you can't use that kind of language on tv." "what language?" "what you talking about?" ""fuck."" ""fuck" what?" "you cannot say fuck on television." "fuck that. you the one that came over here and wanted me to do an interview." "don't tell me how to talk." "you need to hurry up." "i got shit to do." "well, i got shit to do also, all right?" "well, come on, man, hurry up." "ok." "get on with it, man." "speed." "this is james russell reporting on our city-- hey, franklin." "hey, what's up, man?" "i gotta go, man." "y'all do a commercial or find somebody else." "what up, carmine?" "carmine." "what's up, man?" "i ain't seen you in a long time." "cut." "fucking cut!" "when am i gonna get my money, franklin?" "what money?" "oh, wait a minute." "you're talking about the money." "the money that i owe you." "i'm gonna pay you, man." "look at me, man." "you know i'm gonna pay you." "and i got your phone calls." "when you call, every time you call-- somebody stole my phone." "stole my goddamn phone." "can you believe that shit?" "i don't like brothers, and i don't like weichers." "killing you will be double fun." "come on, man. stop playing." "what are you talking about killing for?" "if you kill me, how am i gonna pay you?" "open the door and get out of my car." "get on the street and get my money." "i'm gonna get it, but i don't want to leave you mad." "give me a hug or something." "get out. a kiss?" "ok." "franklin hatchett?" "oh, he dead, man." "they buried him down at the compton cemetery." "you're under arrest." "hey, what the fuck y'all doing, man?" "i didn't do shit, man!" "yeah, nobody ever does." "you have the right to remain silent." "hey, man, wait a minute." "i'll give you $5.00 to let me out." "oh, bribery, too?" "in the car." "watch my head, watch my head." "aah!" "$5.00." "he offered me $5.00." "hey, man!" "channel 5, help a brother out, man?" "hey, geraldo!" "oh, you ain't gonna do nothing?" "i'm gonna get your ass!" "a serious crime." "justified punishment." "this is james russell reporting." "channel 12 news." "we got him." "we didn't get shit." "let's get out of here." "man, i am dead serious." "the po-po trippin' now, ever since that o.j. shit, man." "i was just rolling down the street, wasn't doing nothing." "they gonna pull me over, man." "i'm serious. i was just living ghetto fabulous." "i had 5 of my finest hos-- are you hot?" "i'm a little hot, man, but i was just chillin', man." "the cop gonna come up, pull behind me." "he had the lights and everything." ""get out of the car, get out of the car."" "i ain't gettin' out the car." "yeah, i was like, "no, i ain't gettin' out the car."" "then all my hos in the car, they was scared." "they was like, "franklin, we scared."" "they be saying stuff like that." "i was like, "no, no, no." "i ain't stopping 'cause i ain't do nothing."" "and he came up to the car and said, "get out the car."" "i got out of the car and said, "what you calling backup for?" "this is between me and you." "i ain't even do nothing."" "they got my license, my registration, everything." "what's up now?" "what's up now?" "you gotta talk to 'em like that." "then he starts-- stop playing, man." "then he started trippin'." "that's when i slapped him. uhh!" "and i took his handcuffs and put his handcuffs on him." "put him in the back seat of my car and said," ""i'm gonna take your ass to jail," ""'cause you're the one trippin' around here. you understand?" "they put their hands on you?" "yeah, they tried to, man." "one dude tried to grab me from the back." "that's how they caught me." "from the back?" "how they do it?" "they tried to grab me like this, jack me up, man." "like that?" "no. they was, like, grabbing." "they was trippin'." "yeah, like that. yeah. yeah." "man, get the hell off me, man!" "hey!" "where's your shirt at?" "good-bye, sweetness." "where we going, man?" "just leave me the fuck alone." "man, who you talking to?" "what?" "well vacu fela culay you, jerry-lewis-liking motherfucker, you." "let's move it." "hey, man, let me borrow your gun." "come on back to the back of the bus, man." "you shut up, and you sit down." "huh?" "!" "man, what the hell wrong with you?" "i don't play that shit, man." "you better check my police record." "you don't know who you're messin' with." "huh?" "you better come on to the back before you get hurt." "play that shit." "all right, all right." "wait till we get off the bus." "wait till we get off the bus." "yeah." "yeah, you wait till we get off the bus." "i'm gonna kick your ass!" "shut up!" "where you from, huh?" "that french part of compton?" "what's that you claiming?" "you don't know who you're messing with, man." "i'm deep in the streets." "i slap people for fun." "that's what i do, man." "you want to play rough?" "huh?" "ok." "don't know who you're messing with, man." "i kill for fun." "¶ ee olly moo ¶" "¶ a luda ¶" "¶ fu looza ¶" "¶ bo looda ¶" "¶ doh woo ¶" "man, i ain't scared to go to jail." "take me to jail, man." "would you speed up, please?" "shit. i want to go back." "all my cousins, everybody up in there." "i want to see all my friends." "aah!" "what are you doing up there?" "aah!" "aah!" "aah!" "hurry!" "come on." "you all right?" "come on." "ah, debray." "let's get out of here." "yes." "quick, quick, quick." "no time. we'll take him with us." "we gotta go together. we're a team." "move!" "all right, all right." "we made it, man." "we did it. everybody ok?" "is everybody all right?" "hey, hey, homey." "hey, dawg, what it is?" "y'all can drop me off right over there, man." "my cousin's house coming up." "y'all can hover over the roof." "y'all don't even have to stop, man." "y'all can drop me off." "i can be out of here, man." "i know y'all probably got shit to do-- shut the fuck up!" "come on, man." "you can drop a brother off." "y'all don't need me no more." "come on, man." "15 million." "15 million?" "$15 million?" "y'all gotta cut a brother in on that, man." "let me be down, man." "we'll split it 3 ways." "7 for me, 7 for you, and you get whatever's left over, man, 'cause you been trippin' ever since i met you." "what?" "wait a minute." "what you doing with the ax?" "hey, forget about what i said." "hey, i don't know shit about no $15 million in no jaguar." "forget about that shit." "i don't even know where we at." "i got a bad memory." "how'd we get up here?" "be still." "i'm being still, but put the ax down." "don't move." "parlez-vous,oui,oui." "aah!" "what's wrong with you?" "trying to cut a brother's hand off, man." "debray, la port." "always trying to kill somebody." "why don't you try loving somebody?" "hold up, man. what are you doing?" "what did you open the door for?" "oh, shit, man." "hey, look, y'all trippin'." "wait a minute." "y'all want some girls?" "i can get you any kind of girl you want, man." "black, japanese." "look, hey, i can take you over to my grandmama house." "she cook you some chicken, some cornbread, some goulet." "aaaaahhhhhhh!" "shit!" "aah!" "aah!" "it's cold." "it's colder than a motherfucker." "a serious crime." "justified punishment." "this is james russell reporting." "that's some hard-hitting stuff, russell." "john tesh school of journalism." "come on, barclay." "just watch it one more time before you decide-- why should i?" "nobody else will." "who gives a rat's ass about some 2-bit hustler?" "the people getting ripped off by this 2-bit hustler give a rat's ass." "you're just another walking head shot, aren't you?" "another pretty boy wanker masquerading as a reporter." "i don't need this." "i don't need this bullshit." "ok, well, this is the skinny, mate." "you're fired." "have your stuff out by monday." "barclay. be brief." "what part of "you're fired"" "don't you understand?" "no, not you, you asshole." "i'm talking to somebody else." "tragedy and terror strike the southland." "good afternoon." "a bus delivering prisoners from the men's central lockup to the van nuys courthouse was destroyed just moments ago on the first street bridge in downtown los angeles." "14 prisoners and 2 policemen were killed in what authorities are describing as a commando-style raid." "all bodies have been accounted for with the exception of 2 prisoners." "witnesses say they saw 2 men boarding a helicopter shortly after the bus exploded into flames." "the 2 fugitives are wanted in connection with the murders." "man, this has got sweeps week written all over it." "yeah." "let me know how it turns out." "...apprehending these 2 men." "pictured on the left is a john doe police arrested earlier at l.a.x." "for possession of a counterfeit passport." "and on the right, franklin maurice hatchett, a local street hustler with suspected gang ties who was en route to van nuys to be arraigned on charges of soliciting goods." "the 2 fugitives, john doe and hatchett, are considered dangerous." "14 prisoners due to face a van nuys judge today now face the ultimate judgment day of all." "one where sentencing comes with no chance of reversal." "freeze!" "come out with your hands above your head." "i'm gonna come out, but i didn't do it!" "don't shoot!" "i didn't kill no cops!" "hello." "is this james russell?" "i'm on my way." "i cannot wait for you to eat my ass." "all right, here it is." "yeah?" "good afternoon." "i'm detective pickett, and this is williams here." "i wondered if we might have a little chat with you about franklin hatchett." "well, franklin's not here, ok?" "we're dealing with a multiple homicide here." "would you just open the door?" "excuse you?" "i'm sorry. listen, it would only take a few minutes of your time." "we'd really appreciate it." "please." "yeah, all right." "come on." "thank you so much." "so, uh, when was the last time you spoke to him?" "who, franklin?" "yeah." "well, he left on the freak train to atlanta 6 weeks ago." "you know, i haven't seen him since." "what, do you think this is funny?" "you think this is a joke?" "i got a busload of bodies and a couple dead cops because of your gangbanger." "look, franklin ain't no banger, ok?" "if i find out you're helping him, i'm telling you right now, i swear to god i'm going to make your life miserable." "hey, hey, hey, back off, please." "will you treat the lady with some respect?" "thank you." "can you help us out, paula?" "i swear, i don't know where he is, ok?" "oh, this is such bullshit!" "you know... hey, it's ok, it's ok." "all i'm saying is if he tries to contact you, give me a call, all right?" "it's so much better for franklin if he turns himself in." "he stays out on the street, paula, he's gonna get himself killed." "now, i'm trying to protect him, i really am." "this is my card." "will you give me a holler?" "yeah, ok." "thank you." "keep it running." "ok." "this might be quick." "all right." "white boy." "what the fuck was that for?" "that's for getting me busted, goddamn it." "what you bring a gun down here for?" "'cause you're wanted for murder, asshole." "i ain't murdered no-goddamn-body." "i don't know that." "well, now you know, 'cause if i could, i'd murder your ass right now, coming down here with a gun and shit." "you know, guns don't kill people." "stupid motherfuckers with guns kill people." "oh, i'm enlightened." "yeah. let me enlighten your ass." "bring your monkey ass on up here." "got me running all over goddamn town." "people shooting at me and shit." "you the one got me in this shit." "ought to kick your ass in the head." "freezing." "i know. i was in the motherfucker earlier." "listen to me." "i want an exclusive." "a what?" "right now the entire city is looking for your ass." "the cops want payback for murdered cops." "how many times i got to tell you i didn't kill no-goddamn-body?" "regardless, they want your ass dead." "franklin, i will protect you." "i'll get you turned in safe and sound, let you tell your side of the story, but i want the exclusive." "i'll hide you for the weekend." "it'll all be over on monday." "first of all, i don't trust your ass, and how the hell i know this exclusive shit gonna clear my name?" "i guess you don't." "but without me, you're probably gonna end up dead." "they need someone to blame, and guess what." "right now it's you." "what do you say?" "i ain't staying in this neighborhood, man." "i can't stay here for no 2 days. i'm sorry." "that's right. you can't stay here for no 2 days." "what you talkin' about?" "you're coming to my wedding." "your wedding?" "shit, hell, no." "i ain't going nowhere." "po-po looking for me, man." "trying to kill me?" "uh-uh." "staying on the low-low." "goddamn." "how you do that?" "did a report once on escape artists... and the women who love them." "teach me how to do that shit real quick." "there's no time. come on." "come on, dawg, we got time." "i need you to take a shower, shave the beard, lose the earring, and please do something about that hair of yours." "what you talkin' about?" "my 'do is tight." "every cop in the city is looking for that tight 'do." "whatever, man." "look, i'll hook up the hair, but i ain't touching the earring, 'cause i'm still a player!" "that's fine. i'm gonna make a phone call." "i don't think there's any hot water left." "what?" "you heard me." "what?" "!" "punk-ass white boy." "this tub better be clean." "yeah. who is it?" "hey, barclay, it's james." "how you doing?" "listen to me." "i got franklin hatchett." "russell, don't play games with me." "words like that give me a stiffy, and at my age, i can't afford to waste them." "i'm not kidding you." "he's at my place right now safe and sound for the moment." "congratulations, you're rehired." "i thought i was supposed to clear out my stuff by monday." "didn't you say that?" "you said that, right?" "no, but, jimmy, darling, you didn't really take me seriously, did you?" "you're pulitzer material." "i've always said that." "i'll send a camera crew down to-- what is it-- the 20th precinct in, say, an hour?" "not a chance. i'm going to keep him on ice until monday." "for sweeps week." "no, no, don't be foolish, jimmy." "a bird in the hand is worth a 10-share for the whole weekend." "hey, barclay, fuck you." "this is my story, and you know it." "you're quite right. monday it is." "ta-ta." "loser." "freeze!" "vic damone... freeze!" "get your goddamn hands on the car!" "vic damone... his music will last forever." "what the hell is a vic damone?" "vic damone's greatest hits... ain't no goddamn greatest hit." "i ain't never heard it." "he thrilled the world when he married actress diahann carroll." "now he'll thrill you again... how the hell an italian gonna get a fine-ass black woman like that?" "the timeless hits of vic damone." ""vic damone."" "shit, he can't sing." "only reason she married him 'cause he got money." "taking' all our sisters." "i'm james russell." "those stories along with andy rooney tonight on 60 minutes." "hello?" "honey?" "sweetheart, i'm out the door." "people are already showing up." "i am so sorry. something really important came up." "more important than our rehearsal dinner?" "of course not. of course not." "and--and i'm bringing somebody with me." "who?" "old, dear friend of mine from college." "just kind of ran into him today." "are you all right?" "you sound funny." "i'm perfect. great. i am excellent." "i'll see you before you know it. i love you." "i love you, too. hurry up." "fuck me." "hey, franklin, i'm gonna start the car." "i'll meet you in the courtyard, all right?" "kiss my ass!" "find something in the closet that fits and move your ass!" "we're late!" "and this towel weren't clean, you dirty ass white boy!" "you had to pick that one, didn't you?" "this your ride, man?" "yes, and that's my favorite fucking suit you're wearing." "i look good, don't i?" "don't get mad at me 'cause i look better than you in your own shit." "i should be ebony man of the month." "is this something to be proud of?" "you wouldn't know nothin' about that with your goofy ass." "you fuck up the suit, and we got a problem." "fuck the suit." "we already got a problem." "goddamn!" "look at this shit!" "james russell, you hustlin' son of a bitch." "yeah, look who's talking." "at least i've worked for everything i have." "yeah, you worked yourself right into some rich pussy, that's what you did." "no wonder you don't give a damn if i'm innocent." "your ass gonna get married and retire." "let's get a couple things straight about tonight's dinner, all right?" "you don't speak unless spoken to." "not a word." "you stay by my side." "if you try anything fucked up or funny, i swear to god, i will kill you myself." "just like you did back on the docks?" "ha ha!" "i will beat your ass." "you ain't beating' shit, homes." "i'll beat your ass." "shit." "all right. you went to stanford, which is where?" "how the hell i supposed to know?" "it's in the bay area, where you graduated with honors in '88." "and your name-- your name tonight... is jonathan...smith." "fuck the jonathan smith. i'm me." "one more thing." "do not say a word about my fiancée's weight." "she's very sensitive about that." "man, you must have one of them fat-assed taco bell, mcdonald-eatin', big-booty-assed-- jimmy!" "mr. cipriani." "hey, how are you?" "how many times i got to tell you?" "call me dad." "you're not getting nervous, are you?" "who wouldn't be?" "yeah, that's true. who's this?" "this is a very good friend of mine. this is-- vic damone." "junior." "oh, yeah." "so he's diahann carroll's kid and vic damone's kid." "so you're half... and half italian." "hey, paisan." "hey, me and your father?" "forget about it. come here." "mammamia!" "god, your house... magnifico!" "moltabella!" "tuttifrutti!" "where'd you learn how to talk italian?" "vic talk to you in italian when you were a kid?" "all the time." "here she is!" "james, it's nice of you to show up." "honey, i'm terribly sorry." "fiancée grace, this is my friend vic." "you're phat." "phat.damn!" "phat." "p-h-a-t. pretty hot and tempting." "i'm stunned by your phatness." "james, you're a lucky man to have such a phat-assed fiancée, man." "she fine." "thanks." "you're welcome." "you made it." "i thought you'd be off covering that prison escape with the rest of the low-life sensationalists." "mother, give it a rest." "actually, i am covering that sort of indirectly, mom." "how many times do i have to tell you to call me mrs. cipriani?" "connie, this is vic damone jr." "he's jimmy's good friend." "why don't you tell us what it was like growing up in that show-biz atmosphere?" "everybody's interested." "oh, well, you know." "i had a lot of friends." "junior walker jr., sammy davis jr. jr." "call me all the time, we hang out all the time." "and what do you do now, mr." "damone jr.?" "uh, i'm in-- sales." "retail?" "seats." "on the stock exchange." "broker?" "ticket scalper." "but i can get you anything you want if you let me know ahead of time." "he's a funny guy." "he's hysterical." "kills me." "about some nice dom pérignon '85?" "how about some colt .45?" "would you excuse me for one second?" "i need to talk to you." "what?" "what?" "what the fuck do you think you're doing?" "what do you think i'm doing?" "i'm mingling with the rich folks." "i'm locking your ass in the fucking closet for the rest of the weekend." "look, man, don't even start with me." "you the one brought me out here all in the middle of nowhere in beverly hills mingling with these uppity-ass people." "i'm wanted for murder, and my life on the line-- what about my life?" "what about my life, huh?" "i'm lookin' at your life." "grace!" "come here, girl. what's up?" "this is beautiful." "this is beautiful." "i couldn't be happier for you and james." "it's about time he settled down after all the women he been through." "and those 2 twins in school wasn't his." "mm-mmm. that was all a lie." "he had a lot of women." "matter of fact, he had all the women-- all the women, all the guys, i fucked them all." "here we go." "i'd like to propose a toast, if you don't mind." "ladies and gentlemen!" "everybody!" "propose--propose a toast!" "come on. this is vic damone's son." "james... if you don't mind." "grace... you're james' first, his last, his everything, and you're the answer to all his dreams." "you're his sun, his moon, his guiding star." "you're kind of wonderful, that's what you are." "he knows there's only one of you... isn't that barry white?" "there's no way he could have made 2." "you're all he's living for." "your love... he'll keep forevermore." "you're his first... his last... his everything." "that was beautiful." "i try to do what i can do when i can do it." "congratulations." "you got a phone?" "over there." "thank you." "you can see this kid is italian." "he feels deep." "deep." "hello?" "hello?" "hey, baby, what's up?" "it's me." "oh, no, don't you "baby, it's me" me." "i just saw your ass on the news talking about you killed some cop." "what?" "!" "i just saw you on the news-- who told you that?" "hell, no, i didn't kill nobody!" "you killed some cop!" "hell, no!" "once again you are in trouble for something!" "what did you do anyway?" "don't yell at me!" "are you gonna let me talk?" "what?" "well, listen then, goddamn it!" "stop watching the goddamn news!" "somebody set me up!" "where have you been for the last 24 hours?" "you better not be over no girl's house!" "hell, no, i ain't over at no goddamn girl's house!" "i'm wanted for murder!" "i ain't got time to get no pussy!" "what?" "!" "i ain't fuckin' nobody but you." "yeah, uh-huh." "what about this guy named carmine just called here saying he's gonna kill us if you don't give him $25,000, franklin?" "what?" "!" "i don't owe him no goddamn $25,000!" "ok, we got him." "he's calling from a 310 area code, a 274 prefix." "what's he doing in beverly hills?" "look, just lock the doors and don't answer the phone and get under the bed!" "i'm on my way, all right?" "i'm on my way!" "get under the-- vic, you ok?" "somebody bothering you?" "naw. naw, everything's cool." "frank sinatra jr." "got in trouble again." "they got it down to a one block-radius." "he's on roxbury... between sunset and lexington." "right. they're gonna check on it." "shit." "where the hell do you think you're going?" "i'm leaving, man. i'm out." "you're out?" "who'd you call, franklin, your partner?" "you called your partner, didn't you?" "partner?" "what the hell you talkin' about?" "look, man, i called my girl." "she's pregnant, and she needs me, and i'm out." "that is not part of our deal!" "man, damn our deal!" "i ain't dealing' my life away." "why you hustling me, huh?" "why you won't just turn me in, huh?" "what you waitin' on?" "i thought so." "this is bullshit." "you got me running-- look, i'm helping you." "you gotta help me, too." "i need your story live on monday." "it's sweeps week, man." "sweeps week?" "!" "man, fuck sweeps week!" "you got me out here, i'm wanted for murder, you talking about a goddamn broom and shit!" "man, get me a taxi!" "what is this sweeps week thing again?" "but you didn't tell me where you're going." "grace, grace, you have to trust me." "i'm onto something big." "what am i going to tell everybody?" "you'll think of something." "i'll be back first thing in the morning, i swear." "james... i love you." "i know." "you better not be lying to me." "what the hell i got to lie to you for?" "i happen to know how your type operates." "my type?" "yeah." "so why the hell you take my type to your goddamn dinner rehearsal for a damn story?" "i'm stuck with you." "you ain't stuck with shit." "i figured your white ass out." "oh, you have?" "yeah. you're full of shit." "you one desperate-ass middle-class white boy that don't give a damn who you step on to get what you want." "that's what you are. you need to get your priorities straight." "my priorities?" "your goddamn priorities." "i'm not the one wanted for murder, remember?" "look, man, i'm sick of your smart-ass comments." "you know i ain't murdered no-goddamn-body." "you the reason why i'm in this shit in the first place." "i was down there minding my own goddamn business, living ghetto fabulous, i wasn't messin' with nobody." "you came and fucked that up." "you know how much money i was making down at that car wash?" "a buck, buck--2.98?" "i will slap you, man." "i will slap the hell outta you." "you don't play with me." "you don't know who you messin' with." "i don't even know when i'm gonna slap somebody." "my reflexes just slap people." "i be like, "damn!" "why did i do that?"" "i don't know when i be slappin' people." "you keep messin' with me." "i'm dangerous." "i'm scared of myself." "they call me "snap and pop,"" "'cause i snap and i will pop your ass in the mouth." "don't mess with me, man." "better watch your back." "watch your goddamn back." "even in the shower, eatin' at picnics, you better watch your goddamn back." "make a right." "there's my crib right there." "and there goes your stakeout right there. shit!" "quick, turn down here." "i know a shortcut." "all right...ohh!" "she just turned the lights out." "you're up, sport." "unh!" "shit!" "girl, what the hell is wrong with you?" "it's me!" "don't take that tone with me, franklin maurice hatchett, ok?" "see, i should crack your thick-ass skull right now." "what you talking about?" "leaving me here all alone!" "is this the kind of father that you're gonna be?" "no, tell me right now." "i'll move back to riverside." "don't think that i won't." "would you calm down?" "what's up with the hair and that suit?" "i mean, you look like you just stepped out of a casket!" "calm down!" "now, you know i ain't killed nobody." "it's me, baby. it's me." "come on, now. you know i need you." "why you think i came over here so fast?" "i'm worried about you." "all right." "i'm sorry, ok?" "yeah." "you know i love you. i'm sorry, ok?" "she just turned the lights back on." "huh?" "huh?" "bingo. let's go." "ok, but who is this?" "and what is he doing here?" "that's-- james russell, channel 12 news." "the weatherman?" "what are you doing with him?" "that's--that's just my white friend." "he gonna help me get outta this mess." "but what about carmine and the money that you owe him?" "don't worry about that 'cause he's lyin'." "i do not owe him no $25,000!" "i owe him $7,000. he added on interest. he lying', baby." "i don't even know why i asked." "i'm sorry, ok?" "all right." "calm down." "don't worry about it, ok?" "all right?" "how you doin'?" "i'm ok." "how the baby doin'?" "he fine." "how my baby boy doin'?" "you ain't worrying about nothin'." "i'm serious now." "my baby come out with 2 toes, i'm gonna kick your ass." "you've had the sonogram, i assume." "what?" "what?" "sonogram?" "did a 3-part exposé a few years back on pre-natal healthcare." "we discovered that not only-- police. open the door." "we know you're in there, hatchett." "in a minute!" "shh!" "i don't know what else to say." "shh!" "gimme your pager number." "what for?" "just gimme your pager number!" "open this fucking door, or we're gonna break it in!" "anything go wrong, you page me, ok?" "you can reach me there." "everything gonna be all right." "all right." "i'll take care of him." "police!" "hey, wait a minute!" "do you guys have a warrant?" "what do you want?" "we want your boyfriend, that's what." "window!" "window!" "you know, you can't keep busting-- shut up!" "wait!" "wait for me!" "come on, james!" "aah!" "aah!" "aah!" "aah!" "unh!" "what the hell are you shooting at?" "he's a cop killer, officer pickett!" "don't be trying to kill everybody, will you?" "aw, for christ's sake!" "right here. this is it." "turn here." "all you've been doing is bitchin' and bitchin' ever since we got together." "so i'm bitching." "i'm not used to getting shot at." "well, i'm not used to people getting me into shit, so shut the hell up." "now, that french dude who killed those cops had a stamp on his hand from this club." "i heard a lot of eurotrash hang out down here." "now, we're gonna go in here." "if we see him, we're gonna call the cops, get them down here, get him busted, and clear my goddamn name tonight." "can i--can i handle this?" "good evening. james russell, channel 12 news." "we're doing a report on local nightclubs." "i'd like to ask you a few questions." "oh, you're the investigative reporter." "yes, i am." "get the fuck out of here." "ha ha!" "whoo, damn." "you got a lot of pull in this town." "i could do a report on this shithole that'd close it down forever." "fuck that, man." "if we can't go to the red camel, red camel comes to us." "what are you talking about?" "just come on." "where are you going?" "come on. shut the hell up." "bring your ass on." "gimme a quarter." "hey, hurry up and gimme a quarter!" "who are you calling?" "hello?" "it's mike vermishki. remember me?" "you done fucked with me for the last time, goddamn it!" "there's a bomb in the building!" "that's right!" "a goddamn bomb in the building!" "get your ass out... fuck you!" "fuck you!" "there's a goddamn bomb in the building, and it's fixin' to blow!" "you better get your ass out right now!" "you have crossed the fucking-- watch this." "5...4...3... 2...1." "come on!" "come on, move it!" "voilà." "move it!" "move!" "move!" "run already!" "run!" "that's him right there." "that's one of them right there!" "you sure?" "i'm sure!" "damn, that bitch fine." "wait a minute." "wait a minute. wait a minute." "ok, now let's go. come on." "franklin." "this is crazy." "oh!" "ohh!" "come on." "hey, what the hell is" "when we get in here, you don't say nothin'." "only 2 white people done walked in here." "you keep your mouth shut, you'll be the first one to walk out." "oh, and another thing." "you ain't white, you mixed." "your mama black and your daddy puerto rican if they ask you." "what?" "yo, man. aaron here?" "tell him franklin out here and want to talk to him." "naw. aaron don't know no damn franklin." "how the hell you know, man?" "tell him i was there when he shot baby bro at macarthur park." "where'd he shoot baby bro?" "at macarthur park, you big dumb-- naw!" "where'd he shoot him?" "in the ass!" "everybody know he got shot in the ass!" "don't ever play me like that, player-hater." "i'm sorry. i was just playin'." "black bastard." "aaron!" "what's happening?" "what's popping?" "what's up, franklin?" "hey, man, i tried calling you, but the phone-- couldn't get through." "but anyway, i need your help, man." "i need some gats on credit." "again?" "again?" "oh, last time, you know that wasn't my mistake." "that was little johnny who fucked up the money." "yeah. you know little johnny is invisible johnny now, right?" "yeah, i know." "i went to the funeral." "that was fucked up what you did." "it was closed casket and everything." "but anyway, i appreciate this if you do this, man." "you get me 2 courtside, if it goes 7 games, on the floor, and i don't mean that shit behind the backboard." "that was a mistake. i gave you the wrong tickets by mistake." "cool. it's done." "if it goes 700 games, i got you." "done." "what the fuck is this shit over here?" "oh, he's cool. he's just a reporter from channel 5 news." "reporter?" "aaron!" "aaron!" "aa-ron!" "man, what the hell-- what's he reporting on, my lifestyle?" "he gonna help me out!" "help--help you out?" "help you do what?" "help me to clear my name!" "look, franklin, you fuck me up here, the only thing your name is gonna be good for is a goddamn tombstone, you hear me?" "he don't know nothin' about you." "he here for me." "he don't know nothin' about the hos and the guns and the drugs." "aaron!" "aaron!" "you know i won't bring no shit down on you like that." "look at me now. how far we go back?" "elementary... jump rope?" "hide-and-go-seek?" "pitty-pat?" "red light-green light?" "red light-green light." "now, what would our mamas say to see us like this?" "all the stuff we been through?" "we boys, man." "yeah." "cool?" "come with me." "so you say you got problems, huh?" "damn." "itty-bitty, teeny-weeny problems." "big fat-ass problems." "i got what you need." "now, there's no itch that an... hk-mp5 can't scratch." "unless, of course, you want a... uzi... with a wilson suppresser on it." "very nice." "very... urban." "i'd go with the heckler  koch." "well, it's got a closed bolt, as opposed to the uzi." "it's got a faster cyclic rate, better sights, rear aperture." "it's german, as opposed to israeli." "it's much more accurate than-- look here, dan rather." "you sure you not a fucking cop?" "yeah, i'm sure i'm not a goddamned cop." "i did a report last year on street weapons, all right?" "well, if you don't shut up, the last report you're gonna hear is this uzi going off in your ass, all right?" "aaron, i don't mean to disrespect your shit or nothing like that, but this shit here is too much. too heavy." "i need something lighter 'cause we're gonna be doing a lot of running." "see this here?" "one or 2 of these." "this is all i need right here." "couple of these, and i'm cool, man." "and i'm gonna pay you back." "you know i'm good for it." "uh, franklin." "huh?" "what?" "call me if you get in trouble, all right?" "i'm gonna call you, man." "and thank you again." "i'm gonna get you that money soon. i promise." "hey, i just got the interpol report back on the john doe they picked up at the airport yesterday." "this is our guy. raymond villard." "belgium." "he's wanted for killing a cop in paris, convicted of a jewelry heist in london, wanted for killing someone else in cologne." "it goes on and on." "i don't think so, man." "this guy could turn up lying flat on his face in that bus." "forensics ain't done with the bodies yet, you know?" "i still think hatchett's our man." "no, not according to this." "got a nice videotape of your suspect here." "it's from the security camera in the deli." "we'll see." "and now a live report from the scene." "a cold-blooded murder last night in a deli here in downtown l.a." "homicide detectives have already identified the 2 gunmen through the use of a surveillance camera tape." "we're told they are franklin maurice hatchett and an unnamed reporter from channel 12 news." "hatchett is already wanted in connection with the death of 14 inmates and 2 policemen during a daring prison escape at-- i have this late word just in." "police have now released the name of the second suspect, and he is james russell of channel 12 news." "we'll, of course, continue to update you on this breaking story as developments warrant." "now back to you in the studio." "¶ teensy ¶" "¶ weensy spider ¶" "¶ walked up the waterspout ¶" "¶ down came the rain ¶" "¶ and washed-- ¶ whoa ho ho!" "hey, boys." "how you doing?" "good morning, folks." "come on, sit down." "have something to eat." "no, we don't have time." "i gotta talk to grace." "i'll take a little something, if you don't mind?" "'cause i'm a little hungry." "i was wondering when you was gonna ask me to sit down." "i think we're interrupting a very tender breakfast here." "what do you say that we-- no, that's cool. is it cool, guy?" "it's cool. the kids say it's cool, right?" "cool." "go in there and take care of your business with grace." "talk to grace as long as you want." "i'm gonna be here eating." "i'm gonna come and get you when i'm through. go on." "i love that man." "he's nervous about the wedding." "best friend in the world." "did you tell vic i want him to call me?" "yeah, i told him. he said he was gonna call you soon." "he was happy to hear from you, too." "terrific. what do you want for breakfast?" "whatever y'all got." "i can eat anything." "you want some bacon and eggs?" "oh, wait a minute. you're italian." "listen, make him a nice vilosh." "put a nice ragu and some sausages on the side, all right?" "is that ok with you?" "ok with me." "yeah, and give me some italian grits on the side, if you don't mind." "thanks, ma." "that's your mama?" "yeah." "guy!" "that's how the rich stay rich." "keep it in the family." "so how's the mistress of the house this morning?" "i've never been anybody's mistress." "he was my first, my last, my everything." "baby." "excuse me." "excuse me." "you pissed her off." "she always like that?" "yeah." "man!" "but she's worth it." "well... what's going on?" "oh, shit!" "what's the matter?" "what's in the paper?" "uh, nothing." "so what'd you get the newlyweds for their wedding gift?" "oh ho ho." "come on. i'll show you." "you got it already?" "yeah. come on." "gawd... damn!" "guy, this is another house, man." "whew. shit." "how rich are you, man?" "loan me a million dollars." "you gonna loan it to me?" "i was just playing." "how many people sleep in this bed?" "me and connie. that's it." "that's it?" "that's it." "this is incredible." "let me spend the night." "anytime. you ready?" "i'm ready?" "is this the gift?" "this is it. get ready." "whew." "whew-hoo." "heh heh." "that's--that's nice." "that's tight, man." "that's nice, but, uh... what?" "hmm?" "what's the matter?" "nothing, nothing. that's cool." "that's all right." "you hooking them up on some liberace-type shit." "what's wrong with it?" "that's bulgari." "forget about it, man." "it's cool. it's cool." "believe me, it's cool." "i--believe me." "they're not gonna like it?" "oh, hey, you know something." "did they say something to you?" "aw, forget about it, man." "i can't be saying nothing." "i'm not in the family like that." "come on. be a friend. tell me." "all right, all right, all right." "now, if i tell you this, you can't them i told you." "why would i do that?" "ok." "i happen to know that the newlyweds want a dope ride." "oh, no. we don't do dope in this family." "no, no. no, no, no, no." "not dope. a ride." "where do they wanna go?" "my chauffeur will take them anywhere." "not a ride. i mean a car, vehicle." "oh, a car." "sure, i got a lot of cars." "which one did they want?" "they want the bentley?" "the rolls?" "no, no, no, no." "not any type of car." "they want a european-type ex-racer car." "where am i gonna get something like that by tomorrow morning?" "i think we can get one." "you do?" "i know a place." "all right. i'll take these back." "why don't you let me keep them?" "i mean, i'll give them back to you." "i'm just playing... unless you're gonna let me keep 'em." "you brought a killer into my parents' house!" "are you even listening to me?" "franklin may be a lot of things, but he is not a killer." "you gotta trust me on this one." "i am trying." "we're supposed to be in this together." "we are." "what about tomorrow?" "i'll be here." "you are wanted for murder." "we can't get married when you're wanted for murder." "you're right." "oh, man, never?" "yeah." "i'm telling you, man, we're gonna have fun down at the auto expo." "oh, fuck me." "next item up is a mercedes 1957 gull-wing." "only 1,400 of these were made." "let's open up the bidding at $100,000." "100's there. 105 now." "105. go 110. 110 out back." "115 to the lady there. and 120... all my old friends in here." "where's trump?" "$190,000." "hey, man. how you doing?" "how those 7-11 chains going?" "oh, yes. great." "let me remind you that cary grant drove this car in monaco while filming to catch a thief." "cary grant drove that car." "is that the most beautiful car you ever saw in your life?" "naw, that's not it." "i'll tell you when i see it." "what are you talking about?" "it's beautiful." "trust me. that's not it." "300,000 there now." "310. still bidding." "310. go 20. 320,000 to you there." "320,000. and 30." "still bidding strong there." "and 340,000 against you still." "350,000 is now the bid." "any advance?" "last call." "all through." "all done at $350,000." "sold to the gentlemen in the burnoose with the 3 lovely ladies." "thank you very much." "now that car goes to arabia." "naw, i heard he didn't really drive that car." "that's ike turner's old car." "i seen that car." "who's ike turner?" "old pimp." "do i have 120?" "120,000 bid there. thank you." "130. still bidding here." "130 thou--oh, and 40,000 still bidding here." "140,000 is the bid." "and 150, still." "that's the one." "naw, that's not it. no." "do i hear 500,000?" "and 500,000 i do." "and 550?" "550,000 there." "and 600,000 here. thank you." "and 650,000 there." "that's not it." "that's beautiful. what do you mean?" "that's not it." "the next item up on the block is a 1951 jaguar xk-140 roadster custom built for princess grace of monaco." "mint condition." "bidding will commence at $100,000." "100,000." "this is the one. this is the ride." "you sure?" "i'm positive." "thank god." "105." "105. thank you." "105, 105. lovely 105." "who'll give me 110?" "110 there now." "110, now 115." "115?" "115. yes, 115 is bid." "do i hear 120?" "120 is now the bid. thank you." "125?" "125 here. thank you." "here we go. and 130?" "130 to you, sir?" "130." "130 he does." "130 is now the bid." "130. do i hear 135?" "135 to the gentleman taking aim at this mechanical masterpiece." "do i hear 140?" "140 to the gentleman who's welcoming all challengers." "140. thank you." "do i hear 145?" "145 bid to my right now." "suck my dick." "i believe that's 150." "what are you doing?" "stop it, stop it." "do i hear 155?" "155. still bidding strong now." "oh?" "do i hear 160?" "160 is bid in time to my left now." "who is this guy?" "i don't know." "i gotta use the bathroom." "i'll be right back." "we're in the middle of-- who'll go 165,000?" "hello, police?" "look, y'all need to come out to the auto auction right now the cop killer's down here." "yeah. they down here, man." "they shooting and shit." "slapping people." "they acting a fool, man!" "hey, cops wanna talk to you." "they on their way." "cops wanna talk to you." "they wanna know where to pick you up at." "you're dead." "they cops are on their way, man!" "hold up!" "one of them dressed in black, and the other one dressed in a fucked-up tuxedo." "come on down!" "hurry up, man!" "people dying here!" "hurry up!" "175." "still bidding strong to my right." "do i hear 180?" "180!" "180 is now the bid there. 180 now." "185,000... what the fuck is going on here?" "man, what the hell you doing down here?" "you and i are gonna settle this right here, right now." "you know, thanks to you, i'm wanted for murder now, too." "i want some answers." "hey, man, me and guy just down here checking out some fly rides and macking some hos and chillin'." "imagine that." "just like a "g" dawg on a fly tip flossin' with the posse." "cutting' in the crib." "what the fuck does that mean?" "!" "man, i don't wanna have to beat your ass, but i will beat your ass!" "ok." "now, stay the fuck out of my face, man!" "i'll be right back." "hmm. you fucked up." "you like that, huh?" "you done fucked up now, man!" "come on. right here." "yeah." "oh, yeah. come on, come on." "want some more?" "fucker." "fucking with me?" "why the fuck you do that?" "oh!" "god!" "aah." "240." "do i hear 240,000?" "240,000 bid there. thank you." "still bidding." "240,000 here." "250,000 if you wish, sir." "250,000?" "how you doing?" "this strunz won't give up." "let's get out. let's get out." "at 250,000, if you wish." "fuck him." "yeah?" "yeah." "any advance?" "sir?" "yeah." "sir?" "$250,000!" "ha!" "$250,000 is bid here to my left now." "250,000 is now the bid." "i believe we've lost our competitor." "250 going once. going twice." "sold to the gentleman there." "thank you very much." "you the man!" "i'll meet you out front, all right?" "what?" "meet you out front." "come on, baby. where you at?" "shit. mmm." "no, i don't think it'll go over." "i'll place a bid." "very good. now, what about number" "aah!" "aah!" "aah!" "whoa!" "aah!" "come on!" "ohh!" "oh." "oh!" "oh!" "frenchy!" "ha ha!" "wait a minute." "so this james is a murderer, is that it?" "no, daddy. james is innocent." "and this other guy, is he vic damone's son or isn't he?" "i don't know." "so what are you telling me, he's 100% moolie?" "who cares?" "i had mom make him a mozzarella omelet." "that lying son of a bitch bastard." "hey, there's no wedding." "you're not gonna marry this james. no way." "but we've got 300 people coming here tomorrow." "good. they come here, they eat, they drink, they sing, they go the fuck home!" "and what am i supposed to tell them?" "you tell them that our grace was about to be married to some no-good, limp-dick bastard!" "he is not limp-dicked, daddy." "i don't wanna hear that!" "oh, daddy, please." "i love him, and i trust him." "let's not jump to conclusions." "i'm gonna tell you something." "this james comes in here, i break his legs for him." "and as far as vic damone jr.-- that's not vic damone jr.!" "what the hell am i saying?" "honey, have a drink." "me, too." "ahh." "oh, shit." "oh, shit!" "goddamn." "ohh." "you sure nobody followed you?" "yeah." "you sure?" "mm-hmm." "are you sure?" "yes, nigger, i'm sure, ok?" "look under the table." "what?" "look under the table." "look at that." "no, see you done gone and done it now, ok?" "'cause this scares me." "what you talking about?" "this gonna take care of us for the rest of our life." "we won't have to do shit else." "what we gonna do?" "where we gonna go?" "we can go wherever the hell we wanna go with this shit, girl." "i was thinking about buying a small country." "baby, this is wrong, ok?" "this is wrong." "this is right!" "it can't get no righter!" "this is the only way out of this shit i'm in." "here's the number for this policeman." "you want me to call the cops?" "!" "shh!" "motherfuckers are trying to kill me, you want me to call them so they can shoot me." "my baby ain't gonna be no fugitive." "you don't wanna call the cops, that is fine." "maybe that reporter guy can clear this whole thing up." "who, james russell?" "yes." "shit." "fucker james russell." "fuck him." "and don't give me that look 'cause it ain't gonna work." "don't even give me that look." "i see you looking at me." "monsieur russell... one more time." "think." "where are my diamonds?" "gimme a kiss." "no." "gimme a kiss." "yo, james, that you?" "i want the diamonds or your partner's dead." "partner?" "i ain't got no goddamned partner!" "who the fuck is this?" "franklin, listen to me." "i'm with some people right now who've promised to kill me unless you give them those diamonds." "you know, the ones you forgot to mention!" "what diamonds?" "the fucking diamonds, you prick!" "medulla oblongata." "what?" "tell them to shoot you in medulla oblongata right behind the ear." "you won't feel shit." "this isn't a fucking joke, franklin." "i'm in some deep shit here." "listen to me." "3 a.m." "hangar number 7." "long beach airport." "keep the diamonds in a plastic bag." "they will be weighed." "kiss my ass!" "we meet where i say we meet, french motherfucker." "what happened?" "he hung up." "we meet on his turf, then your ass be all alone." "meet on my turf, at least we got a chance." "he'll call back." "what'd i tell you?" "all right, motherfucker, this is the deal." "watch your language!" "mama, mama!" "mama, i ain't know it you!" "no, i ain't killed no cops." "mama, call me back, ok?" "call me back. mama, stop watching the news." "don't be believing everything on the news." "who is this?" "i'm listening." "all right, goddamn it, this is the deal." "50 yard line, coliseum, 3 a.m." "and if jimmy boy ain't alive, you can kiss them diamonds good-bye." "hey, carmine, tonight i'm gonna pay your ass off... in diamonds." "diamonds, huh?" "where's a piece of shit like you get diamonds?" "coliseum. 3 a.m." "williams." "hey, cop." "yeah?" "this is franklin hatchett." "meet me at the coliseum, 3 a.m." "yeah. 3 a.m. coliseum." "be there." "yeah, we'll be there. right." "that was hatchett." "he wants to turn himself in." "i'm gonna go tell the captain." "no. oh, oh, oh, oh. no way, buddy." "this is our collar. you and me. us." "let's go." "hello." "roland, it's me." "wake your old ass up." "what do you want?" "hey, i need you down at the booth tonight." "i'm gonna owe you for this one, all right?" "¶ if you want me to stay ¶" "¶ i'll be around today ¶" "¶ to be available for you to see ¶ yo, aaron!" "aaron, you there, man?" "pick up the phone, man!" "hey, you said call you if i need you." "i need you at the coliseum tonight." "don't let a brother down. aaron!" "drop the gun!" "drop the gun!" "whoa. what the fuck y'all doing?" "it's just for protection, man." "don't you even scratch your skinny, spanky ass, pal, or you're fucking dead." "hey, wait a minute!" "i'm the motherfucker who called y'all." "remember?" "the dude you're looking for is on his way." "y'all just calm the fuck down." "y'all gonna get medals for this shit." "i'm helping y'all out." "y'all trying to kill a nigger." "hand over the gun!" "i ain't handing over shit." "hand over that gun right now." "how do i know y'all ain't gonna shoot me?" "i'm gonna shoot you if you don't!" "i'm gonna shoot, then!" "we'll be dead motherfuckers!" "hand over the gun!" "shoot, then, shoot!" "hey!" "hey, williams, shut the fuck up!" "fuck you, then!" "i ain't putting nothing down." "now, look, nobody's gonna shoot you if you hand me the gun." "you gotta trust somebody." "i don't trust nobody." "lower the gun." "you lower your gun." "hand it over to me." "nobody wants to die." "come on, now, man. nice and easy." "just hand me the gun." "if i give you the gun, and he shoots me, i'm gonna kick your ass." "he will not shoot you if you give me the gun." "control that white boy." "all right." "backup's on the way, and you're gonna tell me where the diamonds are." "what are you talking about, "backup's on the way"?" "and whoever said something about some diamonds?" "lieutenant, what the hell's going on around here?" "goddamn!" "you son of a bitch." "you just killed my partner." "you just killed your goddamn partner!" "no, no. this is your gun." "where are the diamonds?" "detective pickett." "you have my diamonds." "aah!" "you three go that way." "you two go with guido." "find franklin and hold him for me." "hey, roland!" "roland, wake up, man!" "i know you're watching me!" "wake your ass up!" "these motherfuckers are trying to kill me, man!" "wake the fuck up!" "i need you right now!" "put me on the screen!" "hey, frenchy!" "frenchy!" "bonjour,motherfucker." "hey, listen up." "this the deal." "let my boy go, and i'm gonna give you your shit." "so you can stop fucking with me and take your old ass back to france." "he does make a strong point." "come on." "get up." "i got $15 million in diamonds." "$15 million in diamonds." "sounds to me like you promised them to someone else." "man, i don't know who the hell that is." "right, right, right." "i know who it is, but i didn't say we was the only people that wanted the diamonds, but i'm the only one who know where they at." "i got a feeling i put a bullet in your nuts, you're gonna tell me where they're at." "come on, carmine, stop playing." "you can't shoot a nigger in his nuts, man." "i need my nuts." "now, look, if you kill me, you won't find them diamonds." "now, you need me. trust me, man." "believe in me." "what about them?" "man, forget them." "i figure for 10 million, your boys will do their thing, man." "10 million?" "i thought it was 15 million." "man, what you think i'm doing all this running around for?" "i want some diamonds, too." "i ain't doing this shit for free." "look at your stingy ass." "the second we get those stones, stick that fucking molinon." "watch out!" "aah!" "one more step!" "i was just going to get diamonds." "that's all i was doing." "well, then get 'em for me now." "fuse time, 20 seconds." "or was it 10?" "i'm ready for another close-up, mr. de mille." "hey, frenchy!" "what the fuck's wrong with you?" "what you shootin' for?" "now, i'm the only motherfucker that know where the diamonds is, so if you kill me, you won't find 'em." "so tell your boys to stop shooting, or you ain't getting shit." "shit." "shit." "yeah, i want to report a shootout at-- yeah, i'll hold." "debray!" "you're messing up everything." "shut up and keep moving." "who the fuck you shooting at?" "!" "hatchett!" "i want those diamonds!" "come on!" "oh!" "shit!" "aah!" "yo, aaron!" "aah!" "first... i'm gonna shoot your right knee." "then i'm gonna shoot the other one." "you got that... homey?" "until you tell me where my diamonds are." "that really must have hurt." "kick his ass!" "kick his ass!" "kick his ass!" "kick that motherfucker ass." "kick his ass!" "we gotta go, man. we gotta go." "we gotta go!" "come on." "don't you ever say i'm your goddamn homey!" "frenchy!" "ok, ok, ok, ok." "ok, what?" "ok, we done fucked up, man!" "listen." "i'm sorry i got you busted." "i want you to know, for what it's worth, i never doubted you." "never once." "that ain't worth shit now, man, 'cause we fixing' to die!" "but thanks anyway." "you're welcome." "hold this." "aah!" "that was beautiful." "come on, follow me." "let's go. come on." "we almost there, man." "we almost there." "come on, man, let's go." "oh, shit." "i get the feeling you stole from the wrong bunch of bad guys." "you're right." "this shit ain't worth dying for." "it ain't worth dying for." "i'm gonna give 'em what they want." "what?" "fuck this." "franklin." "franklin." "sweet jesus." "hey!" "hey, we surrender!" "stop, everybody, stop!" "we surrender!" "we were just bullshitting." "i got your shit." "is this what you want?" "huh?" "is this what you want?" "well, come and get it, goddamn it!" "shit." "don't worry." "he won't get far." "aah!" "and that's when the l.a. coliseum turned into a virtual war zone." "among the dead, raymond villard, leader of a highly sophisticated international smuggling ring and the man responsible for friday's prison break." "also dead, lapd detective bobby pickett." "a dirty cop who we've just discovered was villard's inside man." "i have with me now franklin hatchett, the man once believed to be responsible for the events and the chaos that led to last night's mayhem." "franklin, anything you'd like to add?" "yeah. hey, first of all, i told y'all i was innocent." "for those of y'all that thought i was guilty, y'all know what y'all can do." "hey, mama, i love you. i'm ok." "paula, i love you, too, baby." "i'm gonna be home later on." "we gonna party." "cook some chicken and some corn bread and some kool-aid, and i'm gonna be back at the car wash monday morning." "everything on sale, half price. peace out!" "ok, thank you, franklin." "i'm james russell." "this has been a channel 12 news exclusive." "if anyone can show just cause why this couple should not be wed, please speak now or forever hold your peace." "the ring, please?" "that's not the ring." "no shit." "be cool, man. relax." "it's a wedding gift, man. take it." "this is a sacred event." "i know it's sacred." "this is sacred, too." "just take it. it's legal." "don't nobody know about it." "how many did you keep?" "enough." "now get married, man." "take it." "lord, forgive me." "he will." "you may now kiss the bride." "¶ i know ¶" "¶ there's only ¶" "¶ only one of you ¶" "¶ there's no way ¶" "¶ they could have made 2 ¶" "¶ girl, you're my reality ¶" "¶ i'm lost in a dream ¶" "¶ you're the first ¶" "¶ you're the last ¶" "¶ my everything ¶" "¶ faith ¶" "¶ i've got faith ¶" "¶ ohh ohh ¶" "¶ ohh ohh ohh ohh ¶" "¶ my first ¶" "¶ my last ¶" "¶ my everything ¶" "¶ you are my everything ¶" "¶ you can look ¶" "¶ you may try ¶" "¶ but you'll never find a woman ¶" "¶ who can please you quite the way that i do ¶" "¶ i don't mean to brag about it ¶" "¶ but you can't get around it ¶" "¶ and i'm gonna be here for you always ¶" "¶ baby, i've looked ¶" "¶ far and wide ¶" "¶ but i've never found ¶" "¶ anyone quite like you ¶" "¶ say what?" "¶" "¶ baby, please ¶" "¶ you know i just hate ¶" "¶ to wait ¶" "¶ you're the first ¶" "¶ my last ¶" "¶ my everything ¶" "¶ there you are ¶" "¶ flashing through my dreams ¶" "¶ glad to say that ¶" "¶ i miss your sexy ways ¶" "¶ here i am, girl ¶" "¶ back in you again ¶" "¶ since i been gone ¶" "¶ i thought about you every day ¶" "¶ here i am ¶" "¶ back in you again ¶" "¶ i'm glad to say ¶" "¶ glad to say that ¶" "¶ i miss your sexy ways ¶" "¶ baby, here i am ¶" "¶ here i am, girl ¶" "¶ back in you again ¶" "¶ one minute, i'm in jail ¶" "¶ the next, i'm on the run ¶" "¶ bullets are chasing me ¶" "¶ from gangsters and police guns ¶" "¶ bang bang ¶" "¶ but all i do is think of you ¶" "¶ and our new child to be ¶" "¶ suddenly, i'm free, yeah ¶" "¶ here we go ¶" "¶ a funky situation ¶" "¶ but you must believe ¶" "¶ i'm still the man that loves you ¶" "¶ yeah ¶" "¶ girl, you know me ¶" "¶ and you know i wouldn't hurt no one ¶" "¶ you're fabulous, baby ¶" "¶ so now you see i'm on the run, yeah ¶" "¶ i'm glad to say ¶" "¶ glad to say ¶" "¶ i really miss your sexy ways ¶" "¶ baby, here i am ¶" "¶ here i am ¶" "¶ here i am, baby ¶" "¶ back in you again ¶" "¶ since i been gone ¶" "¶ since i been gone ¶" "¶ i thought about you every day ¶" "¶ baby, here i am ¶" "¶ here i am ¶" "¶ here i am, baby ¶" "¶ back in you again ¶" "¶ back in you again ¶" "¶ i'm digging you, baby ¶" "¶ digging you ¶" "¶ back in you again ¶" "¶ there's no way ¶" "¶ no, no way ¶" "¶ yeah, yeah ¶" "¶ no way ¶" "¶ uh-huh, no way out, baby ¶" "¶ i can't go nowhere ¶" "¶ ain't got nowhere to turn ¶" "¶ no way ¶" "¶ no way ¶" "¶ yeah, yeah ¶" "¶ no way ¶" "¶ ain't now way out ¶" "¶ no way ¶" "¶ uh-uh, check this out ¶" "¶ there's no way out ¶" "¶ i'm ready to call it quits from all this shit ¶" "¶ even resign from the niggers" "¶ i've been ballin' with ¶" "¶ i'm second-guessing ¶" "¶ all this negative energy ¶" "¶ it's making me realize why niggers really envy me ¶" "¶ i feel no sympathy ¶" "¶ it's tight ill ¶" "¶ plus i get slight chills when i write wills ¶" "¶ tired of looking at these ugly niggers with ice grills ¶" "¶ no telling what i might feel ¶" "¶ about my glory ¶" "¶ 2 sides to every story ¶" "¶ that's why i pray to god ¶" "¶ hoping that he'll reassure me ¶" "¶ the more the pain, more to gain ¶" "¶ come with the territory ¶" "¶ i might dispose ¶" "¶ feeling like my life been chose ¶" "¶ all i know in my life lot of ice and hos ¶" "¶ when it's on ¶" "¶ my man there, gat in his hand ¶" "¶ what you doing when you got a master plan ¶" "¶ but hacked and ran?" 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