Love and a Bullet (2002) Movie Script
1
When I was 10,
my father put a bullet
in my mother's heart
rattled off some cryptic shit
about the rent being due
and then he put a
slug in his own head.
With that level of
Jackson-family-on-crack-type dysfunction
it's no wonder I turned
out the way I did.
My name is Malik Bishop
and I'm a professional hit man.
Mm-hmm.
See, up until a month ago, I was
the hardest, coldest bastard
to screw a silencer on a pistol.
I know what you're thinking,
"What kind of a moral
existence is that?
"Professional hit man."
But the way I see it, the
world is full of people that,
quite frankly,
we all could do without.
Some will argue that I'm one
of them, but I digress.
I would say that
I was a custodian
of anthropological refuse.
Meaning, I kill motherfuckers
that are worthless.
Which leads me to
my current dilemma.
That's my target, Cynda Griffie.
Kind of cute, huh?
So, check this, 7:00 a.m.,
she does 30 minutes
on the treadmill,
followed by yoga,
then a hot bath.
Me? I do 30 minutes
of shadowboxing
followed by calisthenics
watching her take a hot bath.
I guess you can see by now
that I'm one of those,
what you call,
complex black men.
Yeah, that's right, I'm complex.
But don't get it twisted.
I'm not like one of
those Eric Benet,
open-toe-sandal-wearin',
poetry-recitin',
Jill Scott-listenin'-to,
latte-drinkin',
not-afraid-to-cry,
snob motherfuckers.
I'm somethin' different.
10:00 p.m., she's writin' in her diary.
I'm writin' in mine.
11:00 p.m., she's hittin' the sack.
So am I.
For all intents and purposes,
we're like a married couple.
Which is no good, 'cause
when the call comes in
I'm supposed to take her right
off this mortal-fuckin' coil.
And now, I'm havin' doubts.
What the fuck was it?
A momentary bout of
consciousness, maybe?
Nah, it was a lot more.
I could trace it back to
when I was a kid doing hits
for a loud-mouth
rock dealer named...
Frenchy Davis was
the number-one employer
of downwardly mobile black
youths in the neighborhood.
The area underneath
the 6th Street Bridge
was the corporate headquarters.
And he was always
lookin' for new executives.
If I say I wanna
motherfucker smoked,
that's just what
the fuck I want,
a motherfucker smoked.
These tattoos are shit.
You're a bad nigger, huh?
You think you got
the motherfuckin' nuts
to put a hole in a motherfucker?
Who?
This motherfucker!
Yo, man, you ain't
got to do this.
I've heard stories
from some of the most
don't-give-a-fuck killers 'bout how
the first time was the hardest.
You know what?
I don't even remember
the first time.
All I remember was that after I
pulled the trigger on that kid
I knew it wouldn't be a problem.
I guess, in a strange way,
he was my first kill.
No, for real.
Hey, look, man
money is time, time is money.
Let's... Let's be on
time this time, now.
Please, for me.
Be there on time.
It didn't take
long to figure out
that I was different
from the rest of the crew.
See, I took my new job serious.
I wanted to study to
be the best I could be.
Be, hey, be on time, now.
You are?
All right,
you gonna be on time.
You fucked up last
time by bein' late.
All they wanted to do was
sit around with the ice grill,
get high, gamble and
talk a bunch of shit.
I guess they thought I was
bitch-made or somethin'.
They didn't know shit
about being professional.
Be on time, homey.
Business is money, ain't it?
It didn't take
long for them to learn
the benefits of
being professional.
They all had that
G-style of shootin'
where you held a gun sideways
and bucked your arm
in and out as you shot
which was a cool-lookin'
way to shoot, I guess.
But it wasn't really
an effective way to aim.
I called it the "innocent women
and children" style of shootin'.
My nigger, Bishop,
you's a bad motherfucker, boy.
Motherfuckin' terminator
in this motherfucker.
No, no, motherfuckin' Tony
Montana in this motherfucker!
You understand, nigger? You
is a bad motherfucker, baby!
Hey. I'm gonna make you
my ace motherfuckin' G.
Hey, see, y'all motherfuckers can learn
something from this motherfucker.
See, this motherfucker here,
this nigger's got discipline.
Strange-ass motherfucker.
Excuse me? Did you say
something, motherfucker?
No, man.
That's what the fuck I thought.
'Cause if you did, I'd have my
nigger Bishop wet your ass!
Raise the fuck up!
All you motherfuckers, raise up!
Not you, though.
I want you to stay
right here, Bishop.
'Cause you're my ace
motherfuckin' nigger, G.
You my nigger, baby! We gonna
make some money, baby!
I was Frenchy's
main nigger after that.
Yeah.
He always kept me close.
He gave me lots of perks.
Everything was gravy until...
All right, nigger, whoo!
All right. Slow down...
The only person I
knew that Frenchy feared,
well, not really feared but had
to bow down to, was Pretty Nate.
8:00 nigger.
Pretty Nate was an ex-process
pimp turned dealer.
He was Frenchy's chief supplier.
Pretty Nate was notorious
for being late with shit.
He used to drive Frenchy crazy.
Whatever time that nigger would
say he was gonna be there
you could bet your ass he was
gonna be 3 to 5 hours late.
And sometimes, not
even show up at all.
But Frenchy couldn't fade him.
He was connected.
Ass motherfucker!
Goddamn it!
See, now Pretty
Nate's problem was bitches.
He had so many hoes on his jock,
I guess he felt it was his duty
or something to fuck 'em all.
He's always motherfuckin' late!
Late-ass nigger!
I never had that problem myself.
I always had a practical way
of dealin' with these hoes.
Look, Frenchy, check
this shit here, nigger.
I know this is supposed to be your
motherfuckin' man and everythin',
but I don't know nobody that be doin'
this shit blatantly to niggers.
To me, it looks like this
nigger's straight playin'.
If it was my motherfuckin' time,
you know what I mean?
My motherfuckin' money...
I'm just sayin' this shit's
real unprofessional.
Goddamn right,
it ain't professional.
Late motherfucker!
I'm sick of this shit.
Tryin' to play me like I'm some kind
of motherfuckin' mark or somethin'!
This shit's real
disrespectful, Frenchy.
Goddamn right it's disrespectful,
but I'll tell you what,
I bet you I get me some
motherfuckin' respect today.
Now, you talkin', goddamn it.
You know what, dog?
As a matter of fact, there goes
the bitch-ass nigger right there.
Hey, get this for me, man.
Frenchy, baby, what's happenin'?
Hey, man.
You know this is bullshit, man.
You're late, man!
Hold this for me.
Thank you.
You had us waitin' out here for
five motherfuckin' hours, Nate.
Oh, see, what happened,
brother, is, um,
Tammy was trippin'
on some bullshit.
I had to take her
to her mama's house
and, well, you know
how that can be.
Hold on, Nate.
You had me and my people
out here for five hours
over some bitch?
Bitch?
Nigger, now I'm not concerned
with how I've
inconvenienced you.
You'll wait all goddamn
day if I want you to.
What was you gonna
say about that, hmm?
Hey, Nate...
What was you gonna do?
You know what, man?
Hey, man,
you ain't even got to be
in my face like that, man.
Man!
What the fuck, man?
Man, you fucked up, Bishop!
Do you know what the fuck
you just did, nigger?
Man, look at this bullshit!
Oh, shit, man! Do you know
who the fuck this is?
Motherfucker, this is
Pretty Nate Hubbard, man!
He wasn't being professional.
Fuck that shit! This is our
goddamn money, Bishop!
This motherfucker is
Damien Wiles' nigger, man!
Do you know who Damien Wiles is?
Motherfuckin' head enforcer
of all the goddamn enforcers.
What you sayin', I ain't
being professional?
Look, man, look.
We, all right,
we wasn't being professional.
Man, fuck all that "we" shit!
All that "we" shit's in
Divorce Court, motherfucker!
Bitch-ass niggers! I'm
straight up professional!
You're a crazy
motherfucker, Bishop!
We still cool though, right?
Let's get the fuck outta here, man.
Goddamn it!
Get the fuck in.
I guess, in retrospect,
I wasn't being very
professional at all,
killin' Pretty Nate like that.
Could've been
a subconscious reaction
to the angst of workin'
a job that had no future.
Or, it could've just been
that nigger's lime-green suit
was puttin' a hurting on
my motherfuckin' eyes.
Malik Bishop.
No, that's his name.
Malik Bishop.
Scared?
Hell motherfuckin' no, I ain't
scared of that nigger, all right?
Hey, hey, look, look,
you know me, Mr. Wiles,
I always toe the line.
This is big Frenchy!
Scared of that motherfucker?
Well, what you, hey, look,
I can hand you
the motherfucker's head
on a platter, if you want.
It ain't...
Oh, okay, y'all gonna
handle it, okay. Shit.
Hey.
Well, all right,
okay then.
That motherfucker stepped
up to the big leagues now.
Hey nigger, you
watchin', you watchin'?
Don't look at me,
look out there, homey.
Good morning, young fella.
How you feeling?
Sorry we had to clobber
you like we did.
Hot dog?
Come on, these are from
Sali's On The Pier.
Mmm.
You know,
I have a meat-packing
company of my own.
But nobody makes hot dogs as
good as Sali's On The Pier.
Go ahead, brother, they're
pretty damn good.
All right?
It's all right.
I know what you're thinking
about, right about now.
"When is he gonna
kill me?" right?
Somethin' like that.
I'm not gonna kill you, kid.
That would be a waste of talent.
So, what's up then?
Well,
I'd like to offer you a job.
Wait,
you wanna hire me
as a hit man in
your organization?
We don't hire hit men.
We hire professionals.
Down.
All right, come here, kid.
Kid,
being a professional is more
than mastery of weapons.
You need to be a student
of the human body.
There is nothing more wondrous
or as beautiful
as the human body.
It's one of God's
greatest creations.
You need to learn
every possible way
to kill it.
Buddy here is an old pro.
You listen to him.
Remember,
whenever you kill
from this point on,
it is something special.
Make it memorable.
You're not just taking a life,
you're undoing one
of God's masterworks.
That was some deep shit.
That was some bullshit.
"Undoing God's masterwork."
Listen to me, kid,
you ain't doin'
nothing but a job.
Ain't nothing glorious about
cleaning up somebody else's shit!
Now, sit back
and let me teach you
a thing or two.
Next month wasn't at
all what I expected.
I mean, sure, I learned
shootin' and shit like that.
But what I mostly
learned was poison,
anatomy and knife techniques.
But to Buddy, the
most important lesson
was makin' a good
cup of cappuccino.
You've learned a lot
this month, kid.
It's about time
you got out there.
Damien hooked me up.
I mean, so, I gotta
get my shit straight.
Do right by him, you know?
Fuck doin' a good
job for Damien!
Do a good job to get paid.
That's what this
shit is all about!
Make enough money to forget.
Forget what, O.G.?
Everything.
Damien introduced me
to the rest of his crew.
I'd like to introduce you
to the newest member
of our family,
Malik Bishop.
They made me
feel about as welcome
as Clarence Thomas at
a Black Panther rally.
Now, it's no secret that a professional
assassin's life is a lonely one.
It's extremely difficult
to find people you can
kind of vibe with.
So, it was cool to
meet kindred spirits.
Let's see,
there was the black
guard led by Buddy.
But you know him, he was always
complainin' about money shit.
That's 'cause I
ain't got no money!
Then there was Cisco.
Don't let that
baby face fool you,
he was a stone-cold killer.
He punctuated
everything he said with...
Baby! You makin' more
money than me, baby!
Sala, he was a freak
for that Homicide show.
He insisted that...
Yaphet Kotto is the finest
actor working in films today.
Omar was a martial artist.
He trained in karate
and tae Kwon do.
He was pretty damn good.
Then there was
Vaughn Lo from Pittsburgh
who didn't play that shit.
He was always tellin' us...
Man, I'm from Pittsburgh.
We don't play that shit.
There was the Aryan nation.
They were the white boys that
hung out at the coffee bar.
Last but not least,
there were the bitches.
The female assassins.
Of course we never called them
the bitches to their faces,
or they'd probably kill us.
Who the fuck you
callin' a bitch?
I hope you are hungry.
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot,
Herman and Sal.
They ran the deli.
Damien's disposal company
for clients that were
supposed to just vanish.
One day, Damien took
me into his office
to meet his personal guards.
They were supposed to be
the baddest of
the bad or some shit.
They were paid more money
and they were all white boys.
Our client is Melvin McBride.
He's been the biggest threat
to our team for years.
Make it look like
a home invasion.
Time!
7:12.
Quick and clean, fellas.
Quick and clean!
Denzel Washington,
Will Smith, Ving Rahmes,
Yaphet Kotto.
Yaphet Kotto?
Yep, him too, baby.
Now, what do all these
motherfuckers have in common?
I don't know, nigger.
What?
They all played opposite white
hoes and didn't get no pussy!
What about Wesley?
No, he wore Anabellie
Scorillie's ass out
in Jungle Fever, baby.
Yeah.
It's all part of the
white man's conspiracy
to keep the black man
outta the white woman's drawers.
See what I'm sayin', baby?
Yeah, nigger, I'm
feelin' your logic.
I'm feelin' you, dog,
like in Pelican Brief.
Denzel Washington saved J. Roberts'
ass twice, cleared her name,
and didn't get nare piece
of pussy from that bitch!
See, that's what I'm screamin', baby.
If that happened to me,
Julia would've been fuckin'.
Word.
Hi, can I help...
Ugh.
Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go!
Grab what you can!
Time?
7:20.
Let's go!
Time?
7:45.
You got 15 minutes to get
down to Miracle Lanes.
Good luck.
Hey, O.G., Buddy?
Who is this Melvin McBride?
I mean, why was he such
a threat to our team?
Yeah!
That's right!
I know that's right.
Hey, listen, this trophy doesn't
just belong to me and the team.
This trophy
belongs to all of us!
Because in one way or another,
you all lent a hand,
in one way or another.
And kid, your first job for me,
I wanna tell you, you came
through like a champ.
Hip, hip, hooray!
And that was my first
job as a professional killer.
Helping to whack out some
innocent mark and his family
just because he was a ringer
of our rival bowling team.
Poor fool died for some
stinkin'-ass bowling trophy.
Yeah!
Yeah, baby!
Well, anyway,
Damien was so happy,
he bought me
a whole new wardrobe.
Some real sharp
designer-type shit.
He hooked me up with a fat-ass
apartment in the middle of town.
Yeah, things was lookin'
up for me, partner.
I was makin' more money, and
I was startin' to mingle
with a higher class of people.
And it was the ugliest
nigger I've ever seen.
No, seriously, though,
this nigger was so ugly,
he looked like
a damn special effect.
You ain't right, man.
Like they went to
Florence and Normandie,
picked up the ugliest
nigger they could find,
kidnapped his ass. Took
him back to Lucas Ranch
and digitized that nigger.
Can they do that shit?
Can they do what, baby?
You know, digitize a nigger.
When was the last time you
saw a real dinosaur, baby?
See, it's all part of the
white man's conspiracy...
And then, she entered.
Pure. Innocent.
Not fine in that
give-you-a-woody sense,
but fine in that inner glow,
come-breast-feed-my-children
sense.
She was like a beautiful bird
that just flew into
a snake pit or somethin'.
That's when those
strange feelings
kicked in for the first time.
Word, now take that nigger
you like, Yaphet Kotto.
Now, do you think he's
a good-lookin' man?
What the fuck
ya'll talkin' about?
I can't believe this
shit I'm listenin' to.
Think about it for a minute.
Just think about
it for a minute.
What the fuck are
ya'll talkin' about?
Bet you would do Yaphet Kotto.
That's an ugly motherfucker,
that's all I got to say.
Hey, Buddy!
Buddy, hold up!
What's up, ghost?
What's up, O.G.?
Yo.
Check this out.
What's up with that
female in there?
Hey, you don't wanna be
fuckin' with her no more
than you want a blowjob
from a Rottweiler.
That's Cynda Griffie.
That's Damien's property.
She's different.
You notice that?
Now, listen to me!
Get that female
outta your mind now!
You're the only son of a bitch in
this whole business that I like.
But if you try to
pursue that female,
I may be contracted
to smoke you.
And I'll do it
'cause it's my job.
You understand me?
Man, Buddy, why you flexin'?
Uh...
I... I'm sorry, kid.
Just tryin' to make a point.
Point made.
Listen, man, forget that bitch!
Go out there and get yourself
some unlethal pussy.
Man, it's just I ain't never met
no female like that before.
You know what it is about her
that's got your nose so wide open?
What?
She's the type of person
that you don't kill.
She's the type of person
that's supposed to live.
Now, you don't meet many of them,
but when you do, you know.
Guys like us are not supposed
to have a woman like that.
We're trapped men, ghost.
Prisoners of our own sins.
For you to have a woman like
that would make you a free man.
To kill a woman like that would
cause you to lose your soul.
What about Damien?
Damien wants the essence of her
but can never have it.
He controls her and that's the
difference and he knows it.
What about you?
Would you smoke her if
you was contracted to?
Yeah. I'd do it.
Why? How come?
'Cause I lost my soul
a long time ago.
I thought long and hard
about what Buddy told me.
And, you know what?
It still didn't
make no goddamn sense!
It did, however, awaken
thoughts and feelings
that I had long since forgotten.
Have you given any thought to
what you wanna be when you grow up?
An assassin.
Be a good one.
I don't want you
teaching my son to kill!
Don't give me that fuckin' shit!
You're free now, honey.
It's over.
The rent's past due.
It's eviction time.
Damn, this
complex black man shit
was startin' to weigh on my ass!
What was it?
Was a nigger sprung?
Only time I've ever been
this twisted over a shorty
was with a fine-ass
government cleaner named...
I heard of people talk
about love at first sight
on TV shows and shit.
But, guess what?
It happened to me.
Well, not exactly.
It was more like lust at
first sight or something.
We're talkin' about a deep
soul-searching, emotionally stimulating,
move-through your whole person
until the entire lower half
of your body get a woody
type of lust. Yeah.
Hylene was like
a female version of me.
And since I knew my shit
was John Blaze bliggity
I figured she'd
be perfect for me.
My mama, what's up?
What the deal?
Fuck off.
What if I decide not to
just go and fuck off?
You're playing a dangerous game.
You'll only get yourself hurt.
Hurt? What you mean, like
my feelings or somethin'?
No.
Not your feelings.
Hey, baby, do me a favor.
Look into my eyes.
Does it look like I'm scared?
Mmm, no, no,
you don't look scared.
A little dumb, maybe.
But not scared.
Look,
my name is Bishop.
Malik Bishop.
So you say.
Yeah, I say.
What do you want, Malik Bishop?
Malik Bishop wants to save you.
To save me?
Mm-hmm.
Save you from a
life of loneliness.
What makes you think I'm lonely?
Look here, baby, check this out.
See, I know what you're about.
I mean, you walk around
here like you all that.
I mean, you're finer
than a motherfucker,
dress sexy as hell.
You've got your
makeup on just right.
You ain't gotta take
nothing away, add nothin',
I mean, it's tight like...
But, you know what?
You got this frigid
little look in your eye.
And you know what
it's tellin' me?
It's tellin' me that Miss
thing over there is scared.
Afraid.
Afraid of what?
Afraid of lettin'
somebody like me in.
'Cause if you did, you know we'll find
all them little fucked-up skeletons
you got locked away in that
little nasty-ass closet of yours.
And once that cat's out the bag,
we'll find out basically
that you're insecure,
alone,
and in a desperate
need to be loved.
Look, baby, don't even
bother tryin' to refute me,
just give me your
goddamn number.
Wow. That was...
That was just about
the dumbest shit I've
ever heard in my life.
And you were so serious, too.
You were like, "You're
afraid to let someone in."
Mackin' your ass off.
I bet that was your best game.
No, that wasn't my best game.
"All the skeletons in
your fuckin' closet."
Ha ha.
Hee hee hee.
It really wasn't that funny.
I'm sorry.
You were being so creative.
You know what?
Fuck this shit.
You know, I ain't even
gotta listen to this.
I'll just leave you with this.
That wasn't my best mack!
Come on, I wanna
hear your best mack.
You wanna hear my best mack?
Yeah.
Wait, what you tellin' me is that
you wanna hear my best mack?
I wanna hear your best mack.
All right, Missy,
I got one that works
for me every time.
Get down.
Shake that ass and get it loose.
I can see how that would
be effective for you.
Yeah, I bet you would.
The mack worked like a charm.
You see, Hylene
was the type of girl
that just couldn't say
no to a 9-Millie.
Anyway,
that was the beginning of the
happiest days of my life.
See, Hylene was
a government cleaner,
and that was kind of
like playin' with fire.
See, Damien didn't like us
kickin' it with the federalies.
But, what the fuck?
I was sprung.
Shit, she wouldn't really admit
that she worked for the
government at all, though.
She told me she didn't
officially work for anybody.
She didn't even
officially exist.
Which was actually pretty cool.
'Cause, see, she had
a license to kill
and she could smoke almost
anybody and get away with it.
But Hylene,
she wasn't like that.
See, she had been in the
game longer than I had,
and it was startin'
to get to her.
Sometimes, she'd be away
for several weeks at a time.
I'd be going straight
crazy while she was gone.
But just like that, she'd return
and we'd be inseparable
all over again.
Many times when Hylene
would return from a job,
she would shower and wash
her hands incessantly
as if tryin' to
wash out some dirt
that was permanently
embedded in her skin.
Then she'd wanna sleep and
hold me for hours on end.
You know what?
For the most part, I
couldn't stand for no woman
to wanna hold and
cuddle up with my ass.
But with Hylene, I didn't mind.
For the first time in my
life, I felt I was needed.
It was a good feelin'.
It was different.
She also had me thinkin' about my
line of work for the first time.
One day when Hylene was gone,
I watched this movie
about this old-ass cowboy
that used to be
a hard-core killer
and now he's a pig farmer.
He goes out on
this one last hit.
All through the movie,
this old fucker's sayin',
"I ain't like that no more.
I ain't like that no more."
While these other cowboys
are tryin' to tell him
how much of a bad-ass
he was back in the day.
So, all through this movie,
I'm waitin' for my man
to go off and start
smokin' niggers,
and when he do,
I ain't pumped.
I kind of feel sorry for my man.
All he wanted to do
was be like normal folks
but he couldn't get
away from that damn rep.
It was a stupid movie.
But it kind of fucked with me.
You ever think about
having children?
I don't know.
I mean,
I never really thought
about it much.
I killed a man in front of
his children two weeks ago.
Did they make you?
Who?
The kids!
No. I did it
from a rooftop.
Oh, so the kids seen
the whole thing.
Damn, that shit had to be tough.
Yeah, it was bad,
so bad.
I can't do this anymore.
I want out of the business. Out.
What you gonna do?
Just live, I guess.
No, I mean, what you
gonna do for a living?
I don't know,
open an art gallery,
or teach oil painting...
Or something.
All right.
I wanna be normal, Malik.
I wanna be like
those people on TV.
That have families, that go to
work and don't kill people.
I said all right.
What?
I mean, I'm down with that.
The whole nine yards.
The house,
the kiddies,
that little art gallery.
Pre-raphaelite-type
thing goin' on there.
The whole nine yards.
You mean it?
Yeah, the whole
nine yards, baby.
Thank you.
She had gotten to me.
Her, that goddamn cowboy movie,
and all that shit Buddy told me.
But it was the idea
of raising a family
that really appealed to me.
Bishop. Buddy.
Front and center.
Front and center?
What kind of shit is this?
This is Herman Fenwick, CPA.
He's ready to turn state's evidence
against one of our associates.
We need a good, clean,
surgical job on this one.
This guy's got 24-hour
protection from the feds.
This is where
they're keeping him.
You guys make a plan,
and it's got to be clean.
You've got two days.
Two days?
How in the fuck are you gonna expect
us to pull off surgery in two days?
You're a pro, Buddy.
Handle it.
This is a bullshit job!
Do we have a problem
here, Buddy?
If you don't want the job...
Oh, I'll do the job.
With as much money
as you're paying me.
Buddy.
Yeah.
We don't have a
problem here, do we?
No problem.
Buddy, don't you think we
should case this place out first?
This is a completely
fucked-up job in the first place!
Two days to pull off a surgical hit!
Bullshit!
Damien'll take advantage
as long as you let him.
Been doin' it to me
for 14 years now.
Hey, you!
But you know what?
No more!
Praise Mother Jones!
You spend your life working at
something to become the best
thinking that eventually you're
gonna move up the ladder
to a position of power and respect.
But what do you get?
You get a foot up your ass!
Damien's runnin' around
here talking about,
"I want you to pull off
surgery in two days,
"but it has to be clean!"
"I want you to kill the Pope,
"but don't upset the Catholics.
"Buddy,
"I want you to
kill the president,
"but don't make it
a big thing!"
Get the fuck outta here!
Oh, my God! I'll pay you!
I'll pay you!
If they wanted a surgical hit,
they should've
given us more time.
Clean surgery, strike my ass.
I'm a hit man.
And I kill motherfuckers!
And I kill any motherfuckers
that get in my way of
killing a motherfucker.
Come on, let's go get
us some cappuccino.
A fucking bloodbath!
Do I look like
a lonely housewife
that pays good money
to get fucked?
Do I?
I told you I wanted a
clean, surgical job.
Just get the client, that's all.
I didn't tell you to go in there
and kill six federal agents!
You gave us two days
to plan surgery.
It wasn't enough time.
So, what's the big deal? It's
just a couple of dead feds.
The client is dead.
So, fuck it!
Fuck it?
Fuck it!
It's in all the newspapers.
They're investigating
the fuck outta this!
The Attorney General
herself said, and I quote,
"I make this a personal mission
"to bring all the animals in
"for the atrocity
that was committed.
"They will pay the price."
If they get to you two,
they get to me.
So, what you gonna do? Kill me?
Ain't a goddamn thing
you gonna do to me
that you haven't
done to my black ass
in the past 14 years I've
been working for you.
Come again?
You heard me.
The only reason why you gave
us that shit job anyway
is because we're black,
and you know it!
I don't believe you're
talking to me like this.
After all we've
been through together.
I ain't taking no shit
from ya'll crackers anymore.
I've been nothing but a friend
to you and your people.
If you've been such a friend,
how come I ain't in here, huh?
How come I'm still
outside playing cards?
Is that what this is all about?
Let me tell you something.
There are no colors
around here, mister.
No color lines!
I'm a believer in the teachings
of your great leader
that a man should be judged by his
character and not by his color!
I take black kids
off the streets,
I clean 'em up,
I give 'em a job.
Look at Bishop here.
Look what a fine young
man he turned out to be.
You don't know how you
hurt me by what you said.
But I tell you what,
your evil words are not
gonna get me down,
because I, like your leader,
I have a dream.
And I dream that
blacks and whites,
and reds and yellows,
will be brought together
hand in hand as one,
and under my divine guidance
we will eliminate racism from
this great country of ours.
And any bigot who wants to stand
in the way of racial harmony,
they'll get so much lead
pumped up their fuckin' asses
that their heads will
look like day-old pizza!
Then, we'll descend
from the mountaintops
into the promised land
in peace and harmony.
With me in control.
Kiss my black ass!
Sick cracker motherfucker.
When will the racism end?
Damien was definitely
one rib short of a slab.
Change was
definitely in the air.
Change for Buddy. Change for Damien.
And change for me.
That afternoon, I watched
Buddy self-destruct
just like I watched
my father self-destruct.
Buddy knew that going
up against Damien
was like blowing your
own brains out.
Damien was a crazy motherfucker!
That's for sure.
Suddenly,
the things that Buddy talked
about before made sense.
This was a shit job!
Hello?
Hello, kid.
How are you?
All right.
I was just thinking about
you and I thought I'd call.
Hmm.
I want you to know, Bishop,
I don't blame you for that little
incident that happened earlier.
I blame the senior man.
Hell, son, I'm proud of
the way you turned out.
You're a good kid.
Thanks.
Hey, uh,
how's your lady friend,
uh, Hylene?
She's all right.
Yo, how you know about her?
Hey, hey, listen, kid,
you're like a son to me.
And a good father
always knows everything
that's going on with his son.
Um,
well, I just, uh, thought
I'd keep in touch
and see how you're hangin'.
I'm... I'm... I'm good.
I'm good.
Good. Uh, I'll see you
back at the fort?
Hey.
Hey.
You hungry?
I have to go to DC.
On a job.
It's gonna be my last one.
Yeah, man,
it's really gettin'
to be about that time.
This is what I
think we should do,
when I get back,
we should just leave.
Don't tell anybody
anything. Just go.
I got a whole lot
of loot saved up.
Might get a little island
off the shore or somethin'.
Live large for a long time.
I got something for you.
For me?
You want me to wear this?
Yeah, it's a matching set.
It symbolizes that
my heart is broken
whenever I'm away from you.
Aw, look at you.
That's some romantic
shit you're talkin'.
Romantic as hell.
I don't know. I'm seein'
candlelight dinner,
my boo-boo over here
trickin' on jewelry,
I think you're tryin' to seduce me, Mrs.
Robinson.
So, why don't you go
over by the bed
and model it for me?
Why do you need me to
model it over there?
Because I wanna see it on
you with nothing else.
Nothing else?
Nothing else but you, baby.
Why?
Because if it looks good
I'm gonna come over there and
fuck the taste outta your mouth.
Shuckey duckey, quack, quack?
All righty then,
excuse me, excuse me.
Yeah, yeah
3:00 in the morning
And I can't sleep
Thinkin' about your lovin'
And how good you are to me
There's no way to explain
How good I feel inside
I can never complain
'Cause I'm always
coasting high
When you're holdin' me
And you're kissin' me
Lovin' me
So, tell me, baby, what
you think about this?
It's on.
So, I've been tryin' to write
Still on my mind
every day and night
Takin' my soul to ecstasy
Every time that
you're next to me
Baby, you're everything
Shake that ass and get it loose.
Only one thing
that I came here for
Stay with me
You're my melody
It's on
Touch me, baby
Many ways, many days
I just can't comprehend, baby
Oh, my wicked lady
Drivin' me so crazy
Keepin' me up at night
When you tell me what you feel
To look on you sweetly
When you hold hold, hold, hold
Holdin' me
And you're kissin' me
You're supposed to be
some elite guards?
You motherfuckers are gonna
be some dead guards.
What the fuck?
Hey, anybody seen Buddy?
No, he's probably late.
Hit me.
Late?
Buddy late?
He's
Mr. Punctuality, baby.
Everybody knew
what happened to Buddy.
See, what pissed me off
was sittin' here
listenin' to these fools
actin' like they didn't know.
For all I knew, one of them
probably pulled the trigger.
Call me when you get home, baby.
Hi, boys.
Hey, hey, Bishop.
And that's when I knew
that Damien pulled the trigger.
All aboard the night train!
See, Hylene called me.
She said she'd be back from
Washington this evening.
Seemed like her job
was being cut short.
She had a quick meeting and she
was jumping on the next bird out.
Since it was Thanksgiving,
I thought I'd surprise her
with a little dinner.
Now, I don't generally celebrate
Thanksgiving in the traditional sense.
Personally, I feel like the Indians should've
gotten their hands on some muskets
and busted some caps in those
non-tax-payin', disease-carryin',
land-stealin', sheep-fuckin',
punk-ass pilgrims!
So, instead of turkey,
I had cornbread, black-eyed
peas, greens and ham hocks.
But since I gave up the swine,
the ham hocks was out, you know?
Now, I guess you're wonderin'
where I learned how to cook.
Well, I'll tell you,
it was from Mrs. Brooks,
one of the many foster parents
that I was shuffled to.
Yeah?
Garret hotel, front
desk, in one half hour.
Mmm-mm. Uh-uh. No, I
don't work on holidays.
It says here you work on
Sundays and holidays.
I got it right here.
No, shit, man, get Sala! He
works Sundays and holidays!
A special two-hour Homicide
is coming on tonight.
He won't come.
Listen, fuck that!
Get the milkman.
He don't even
celebrate holidays!
He's in DC.
DC?
Every-fuckin'-body in DC.
No, man. How am I gonna
get down to some telly?
I got greens on right now.
Holiday pay.
So, after a little arm
twistin', I decided to do it.
Hell, holiday pay
seemed pretty good to me,
especially since I was plannin'
to disappear after this job.
A little extra paddin' in my
nest egg wouldn't hurt nobody.
This guy was supposed to vanish.
So I had to set some
things up with the deli.
Who's this?
Herman, who is it?
Oh, hey, Bishop,
how you doin', kid?
Now here's where
shit gets shitty.
I'm gonna go whack
Johnny Atwell,
a sniveling little dope dealer
with a bad toupee and breath
that smells like butt crack.
At least that's what
the profile had on him.
I heard that he owed
somebody a lot of scrilla,
somewhere in the neighborhood
of $1.5 million.
That's a pretty expensive
neighborhood to live in.
You bring the fuckin'
steak sauce?
Oh, shit!
Hey fuck face,
I got your steak...
Oh, shit!
Fuck!
This was starting to turn
into a complete cluster-fuck.
No one told me he was
shackin' up with some bitch.
I had to get Herman and Sal
to make a pickup. Damn!
There's a hole,
there's a snap and it is up, up...
Hi, this is Herman.
And this is Sal.
The deli is closed
for the holiday,
but we will be open
on Monday at 9:00 a.m.
Try our specialty smoked meats.
There's nothing like it in town.
Remember, meat is the
treat that can't be beat!
Now, hit the red button, Sal.
Herman, Sal,
pick up the goddamn phone!
Pick it up, goddamn it!
So now I had to drive
home, take my cornbread out.
Just in time.
The cornbread was perfect.
The greens was still
cookin' nicely,
but they weren't ready yet.
You don't wanna cook them too
long 'cause they get slimy.
I knew they were gonna need
some fat for seasoning.
I tried the deli again.
Hey, who's this?
Yo, where'd you guys go? I just
called there 15 minutes ago!
Herman, who is it?
We had to make a quick run.
Real important stuff.
Look, look, whatever.
I need ya'll to come to the
hotel and make a pickup.
Ah, you gotta make the drop-off, kid.
We're really busy here.
We're up to our necks.
You mean, ya'll are not gonna go
down there and make that pickup?
No can do.
Doing something
special for the boss.
You know what?
This is real fucked up!
You know you guys almost made me
burn my cornbread, right? Right?
What? You're makin' cornbread?
Cornbread?
Yeah. So?
You put any pork in it?
No, I don't eat swine.
I told you I'm makin' cornbread.
You talkin' about
cracklin' bread.
Jiffy or scratch?
What?
The cracklin' bread.
Jiffy or scratch?
Listen, didn't I just tell you?
I'm not makin'
goddamn cracklin' bread.
Ya'll guineas don't
listen to nothin'!
You know, you should always put
the cracklin' bread on last.
Fuck!
Touchy kid.
Herman, who was that?
You know, Herman
was right in one way.
I should've put
the cornbread on last.
That way, it'd be pipin' hot
when dinner was served.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Anyway, I knew I had
to take a chance,
so I went back to the hotel room
with another bag
and got both bodies.
I knew that I was gonna have to
go check my black-eyed peas.
You don't wanna overcook them.
They get all mushy.
Oh, shit!
Fat for my greens!
My black-eyed peas
were doing fine.
My cornbread was nice and brown.
But my greens!
I needed something
to replace the ham hocks.
See, a lot of people like
to roll with smoked turkey,
but nothing is better than cooking
your collard greens with fat.
That's old school there.
Real old school.
Anyhoo, I knew that
I had to get the meat soon,
'cause if you get it in too
late, the greens turn all slimy
before any of
the flavor gets in.
I decided to take a chance
and get some hocks
from the deli.
It was gettin' late and
Hylene would be home soon.
Fuck it, I guess I could
handle some swine for one day.
You made a wise choice
goin' with the hocks, kid.
These greens are gonna
be something special.
I got home in plenty of time
to prepare for
dinner with Hylene.
I added the hocks to the
greens and checked the peas.
Oh, yeah,
the peas were the shit!
That's the shit.
The greens came out perfect.
See, I nuked the cornbread a little
bit to get it hot and steamy
and set the table.
All I had to do was sit back
and wait for my boo to arrive.
It's about to be on.
Hylene never showed.
Her plane arrived on time
but she wasn't on it.
After a couple of days,
I called every government
department in Washington, D.C.
No one ever heard of her.
It was like she said,
she didn't exist.
I knew what happened to her.
Damien had her whacked and there
was nothing I could do about it.
I broke the rules and
I got spanked for it.
That's the name of the game.
I guess that's what I get for
tryin' to break free of the life.
Now I understood
what Buddy told me.
I was a prisoner of my own sins.
My only escape
was in a pine box.
Man, you know what,
they need to give
Yaphet Kotto an Oscar.
You know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause I can't figure how they
gonna give one to Denzel...
Bishop!
Sala, Omar, front and center.
This is Cynda.
You've all probably seen her.
She's my fiancee.
And I think that she's
been cheating on me.
I want you guys to find out.
Sala, you and Bishop
follow her during the day.
Find out where she goes,
when and with who.
Omar, you keep an eye
on her in her apartment.
Damien, can me and Omar
switch up?
If it's all right with Omar.
Never fall in love, guys.
Love hurts.
Yeah?
Wake up, kid.
Today's the day.
9:00 p.m.
Fulfill that contract,
unless I call you.
If that phone rings again, it's off.
You understand?
Yeah.
If she leaves that apartment,
fulfill the contract.
I'm gonna call her now and make
sure she knows not to leave.
You remember what I said?
Yeah. 9:00 p.m., do it.
She leaves, do it. Phone
rings, don't do it.
Say it again.
9:00 p.m., do it. She leaves, do it.
Phone rings, don't do it.
Good.
Oh, no! Fuck me.
Fuck. Fuck!
Open the door!
Got a light?
Uh...
Uh-uh.
You're new.
What'd you say?
You're new.
New what?
Not one of the ones
that usually follows me.
Lady, I don't know what
you're talking about.
Ain't nobody followin' you.
Yeah, right.
So what's your story?
Here to kill me?
Go ahead.
Put it right here.
I'm better off dead anyway.
It's better off
than being a slave.
Guess you wouldn't know
anything about that, would you?
Nah. Mm-mmm.
What the fuck was I thinkin'?
It's not fucked.
It's okay. It's okay.
Relax. Relax.
It's cool.
It's cool.
All right, where you at?
Ooh, you fucked up now.
You got this
motherfucker mad, girl.
Maybe I don't shoot her.
Maybe I don't shoot her.
Maybe we could vanish.
Fuck!
Fuck.
Fuck.
So, this is what it
all comes down to, huh?
Me about to put
a slug into a woman
whose only crime was being
loved by a nutcase gangster,
wanna-be white-Martin
Luther King on crack.
And now, all those feelings was
comin' out strange and foreign
forcin' their way outta me
like a bad-ass
burrito or somethin'.
Was it love?
Did I love this woman?
Did my whole life boil down
to a question of
love or a bullet?
She's the type of person
that's supposed to live.
9:00 p.m.,
fulfill that contract.
She's the type of
person you don't kill.
Till one day, he comes for her.
Don't fight it.
9:00 p.m.,
fulfill that contract.
She's the type of person
that's supposed to live.
For you to have
a woman like that
would make you a free man.
And that's when I
realized what it was.
It wasn't no love,
it was compassion.
Empathy for another human.
Something I'd never felt before.
And for one fleeting moment,
I knew what it was like
to be a real human being.
You're free.
If what Buddy said was true,
then I just swapped
my soul for hers.
Enjoy heaven, baby, because
I'm on my way to hell.
Yeah?
Bishop!
Where the hell have you been?
Did you get the signal?
Yeah, I got it.
Good. Okay, pack up the stuff
and get the hell outta there.
I'll see you at
the office tomorrow.
How's Cynda?
Cynda?
She dead.
What the fuck you talking
about, she's dead?
Didn't you tell me
you got the signal?
I did get it,
but I killed her anyway.
How could you do this to me
after all I did for you?
You fuckin' black ape!
You fuckin' nigger!
You're dead!
You're so fuckin' dead!
When I get finished with you
they're gonna have to scrape your
fuckin' nigger ass off the sidewalk!
When will all this
racism end, homie?
Bring the rah rah
Come with the rah rah
Shake your rah rah
Break your rah rah
The rowdy rah rah
We the rah rah
He the rah rah
She the rah rah
Jumpin' fly, Honey
Pump your 9's high
Clock the live while
we peep the wise guys
Pop you dry I watch
Jersey drive-by
Get your try try
been by since the rah rah
We painted the rah rah
'Cause they made it
the rah rah
You hated the rah rah
30, 40 of my guys
Take the 99 crime
If you try mine
At least you die high
One trophy on my fly ride
Out of line for my enterprise
when I'm dyin' from live wire
'Cause I painted
the perfect picture
With a mixer
Put your hands up
I mix little bit of
with a little little litte
You'd be cut up
like a itty bitty little
The chitter chitter
the chatter don't matter
I send a clique to get you
watch for that pitter pitter
Bring the rah rah
Come with the rah rah
Shake your rah rah
Break your rah rah
The rowdy rah rah
We the rah rah
He the rah rah
Come with the rah rah
Shake your rah rah
Break your rah rah
The rowdy rah rah
We the rah rah
He the rah rah
She the rah rah
Aah!
Ah.
Ah.
Uh.
Come on back here, bitch!
I got you now, motherfucker!
I'm from Pittsburgh, baby.
We don't play that runnin' shit!
You think you're god now, huh?
Yeah, motherfucker!
You're a bad one, huh?
Ugh.
Ugh.
Ai-yah.
After sending
Damien to the mountaintop
I went on the I am and spent
the next couple of days
nursing my shoulder.
I got some new gear and
prepared to blow town.
I figured, if I
was goin' to hell,
I might as well stop
off in Vegas first.
But I needed something
blazin' to get me there.
So where you been?
Around.
What happened?
Your boss tried
to have me smoked.
And?
Unfortunately for him,
his man had no skills.
None of them motherfuckers got no skills.
They're all dead.
As a matter of fact, he was so
impressed, he put me on the payroll.
And contracted you to smoke me?
I'm plan "B".
Hmph.
Well, you do know that
melodramatic motherfucker
been dead for a couple
of days now, right?
It sucks to be him.
And you're gonna fulfill
the contract anyhow, huh?
Well, that would be the
professional thing to do.
Ain't that a bitch?
But in this case, we have what
could be considered a conundrum.
A co-what?
A conundrum.
A puzzle.
My work ethic is
in direct conflict
with my maternal sensibilities.
Know what I'm sayin'?
I don't even know what
the fuck you just said.
Let me break it down for you.
Let it be broke.
I'll give you a chance to do
right by your responsibility.
Nigger, what?
Is it mine?
Wait, wait, baby,
I'm just playin'.
Your... your damn belly
is bigger than your gun.
I know you ain't doin'
hits in this condition.
You try wakin' up with morning
sickness every goddamn day
and see if you don't feel like
blowin' somebody's head off.
But that's beside the point.
The point is this,
you can either take care
of your responsibility,
or I'll put some hot shit all
up in that cerebral cortex
and do the single parent thing.
Girl, if you don't get that
goddamn gun off my head...
What's wrong with you?
Baby, I missed you.
I missed you, too.
Look at my... Look at the
little package down there.
Oh, snap.
Come on, you.
You ready?
Let's get up outta here, baby.
Wow, this is you?
No, this is Damien's
car right here, baby.
But he ain't gonna need it
where his dead stiff ass is.
Good.
I'll drive.
No, you won't.
In that condition?
Sit your fat ass over
there and be driven.
I was in good enough condition
to put some heat on
that head a minute ago.
You don't even know,
you was two seconds away
from getting my baby
and you smoked!
Oh, you don't even
have skills like that.
I got to go
Later tonight I know for sure
Do you want to be with me?
Let's rock, let's roll
Bring it on
Maybe I wasn't
goin' to hell right away.
Maybe I was given
a second chance.
A chance to make
right by society.
And me and Hylene could do all
the things we talked about,
marriage, little kiddies,
art gallery,
the whole nine yards.
We were gonna be normal people
who wake up, go to work
and don't have to kill people.
We were gonna be just like you.
Yeah, right!
Bring the rah rah
Come with the rah rah
Shake your rah rah
Break your rah rah
The rowdy rah rah
We the rah rah
He the rah rah
She the rah rah
Jumpin' fly, Honey
Pump your 9's high
Clock the live while
we peep the wise guys
Pop you dry I watch
Jersey drive-by
Get your try try
been by since the rah rah
We painted the rah rah
Even made it the rah rah
You hated the rah rah
Rah rah
30, 40 of my guys
Take the 99 crime
If you try mine
At least you die high
One trophy on my fly ride
Out of line for my enterprise
when I'm dyin' from live wire
'Cause I painted
the perfect picture
With a mixer
Put your hands up
I mix little bit of
with a little little litte
You'd be cut up
like a itty bitty little
The chitter chitter
the chatter don't matter
I send a clique to get you
watch for that pitter pitter
Bring the rah rah
Come with the rah rah
Shake your rah rah
Break your rah rah
The rowdy rah rah
We the rah rah
He the rah rah
She the rah rah
The profound one
It's a lyrical tripod
Huh, why try
Never supple like I, guy
Englewood, Ill Town
So look around, clown
We put the pound down
Shot all your sound down
Dirty Jack For Britches
Giving bitches the snitches
What were you thinking
wearin' the britches
The world is out on a mission
Turning up missing
Sit and listen to this
now we got pot to piss in
My position's outta commission
I'll be the person that acts
as if you slipped the middle
What you thinkin'
for bringin' their boys on
This is a war zone
You, don't want none
In this lyrical war zone
Bring the rah rah
Come with the rah rah
Shake your rah rah
Break your rah rah
The rowdy rah rah
We the rah rah
He the rah rah
She the rah rah
Live for hip-hop
Die for hip-hop
Bleed for hip-hop
Kill for hip-hop
Cry for hip-hop
Rep for hip-hop
Scream if you represent
the team for hip-hop
Bring the rah rah
Come with the rah rah
Shake your rah rah
Break your rah rah
The rowdy rah rah
We the rah rah
He the rah rah
She the rah rah
Bring the rah rah
Come with the rah rah
Shake your rah rah
Break your rah rah
The rowdy rah rah
We the rah rah
He the rah rah
She the rah rah
Tre plus.
Come on, y'all.
Knuckle up, knuckle up
knuckle up, knuckle up
We ain't playin' with your ass
So put 'em up put 'em up
Throw 'em up throw 'em up
Knuckle up knuckle up
We doin' 165 so
buckle up buckle up
You know the name, boy
Ain't nothing changed, boy
Take off your watch and chains
step up in this ring, boy
It's all the same shoot
or fight same pain
Ain't no place to hang
when things start bangin'
Knuckle up knuckle up
Throw 'em up throw 'em up
Go get your clique, nigger
we don't give a fuck, what
Buddy we got K's, too
shit that blaze through
Preschool, still beamin' This ain't
no screamin' it's the real thing
Whoo!
That's the call, boy
Oh, that's all, boy
And if you follow your ass
you best to crawl, boy
You feel these Tombs, boy
We breakin' limbs, boy
We the clique you better run
from when you see 'em, boy
Knuckle up knuckle
up knuckle up
We ain't playin' with your ass
So put 'em up put 'em up
Throw 'em up throw 'em up
Knuckle up knuckle up
We doin' 165 so
buckle up buckle up
Knuckle up, knuckle up
knuckle up, knuckle up
We ain't playin' with your ass
So put 'em up put 'em up
Throw 'em up throw 'em up
Knuckle up knuckle up
We doin' 165 so
buckle up buckle up
M-m-m-m-me My nigger, huh
Humpty or the "G"
my nigger throws fists
Equals somebody that bleeds
and nigger, you in a squeeze
On your knees how
you plead stomp a "G"
Come and get it if you think
you got the means to be a killer
Now I gotta let you have it
Automatically we rip and strip
and bomb out their barracks
And we well established, boy
I'm telling you maggots
I gotta habit
For keepin' them things
up under my mattress
The static was killer
that'll splatter your melon
It doesn't matter
black or white
It's irrelevant, boy
go tell a friend
We throwin' knuckles
again and again
We gettin' loose
like we on heavy hen'
So knuckle up, knuckle up
knuckle up, knuckle up
We ain't playin' with your ass
So put 'em up put 'em up
Throw 'em up throw 'em up
Knuckle up knuckle up
We doin' 165 so
buckle up buckle up
Knuckle up, knuckle up
knuckle up, knuckle up
We ain't playin' with your ass
So put 'em up put 'em up
Throw 'em up throw 'em up
Knuckle up knuckle up
We doin' 165 so
buckle up buckle up
When I was 10,
my father put a bullet
in my mother's heart
rattled off some cryptic shit
about the rent being due
and then he put a
slug in his own head.
With that level of
Jackson-family-on-crack-type dysfunction
it's no wonder I turned
out the way I did.
My name is Malik Bishop
and I'm a professional hit man.
Mm-hmm.
See, up until a month ago, I was
the hardest, coldest bastard
to screw a silencer on a pistol.
I know what you're thinking,
"What kind of a moral
existence is that?
"Professional hit man."
But the way I see it, the
world is full of people that,
quite frankly,
we all could do without.
Some will argue that I'm one
of them, but I digress.
I would say that
I was a custodian
of anthropological refuse.
Meaning, I kill motherfuckers
that are worthless.
Which leads me to
my current dilemma.
That's my target, Cynda Griffie.
Kind of cute, huh?
So, check this, 7:00 a.m.,
she does 30 minutes
on the treadmill,
followed by yoga,
then a hot bath.
Me? I do 30 minutes
of shadowboxing
followed by calisthenics
watching her take a hot bath.
I guess you can see by now
that I'm one of those,
what you call,
complex black men.
Yeah, that's right, I'm complex.
But don't get it twisted.
I'm not like one of
those Eric Benet,
open-toe-sandal-wearin',
poetry-recitin',
Jill Scott-listenin'-to,
latte-drinkin',
not-afraid-to-cry,
snob motherfuckers.
I'm somethin' different.
10:00 p.m., she's writin' in her diary.
I'm writin' in mine.
11:00 p.m., she's hittin' the sack.
So am I.
For all intents and purposes,
we're like a married couple.
Which is no good, 'cause
when the call comes in
I'm supposed to take her right
off this mortal-fuckin' coil.
And now, I'm havin' doubts.
What the fuck was it?
A momentary bout of
consciousness, maybe?
Nah, it was a lot more.
I could trace it back to
when I was a kid doing hits
for a loud-mouth
rock dealer named...
Frenchy Davis was
the number-one employer
of downwardly mobile black
youths in the neighborhood.
The area underneath
the 6th Street Bridge
was the corporate headquarters.
And he was always
lookin' for new executives.
If I say I wanna
motherfucker smoked,
that's just what
the fuck I want,
a motherfucker smoked.
These tattoos are shit.
You're a bad nigger, huh?
You think you got
the motherfuckin' nuts
to put a hole in a motherfucker?
Who?
This motherfucker!
Yo, man, you ain't
got to do this.
I've heard stories
from some of the most
don't-give-a-fuck killers 'bout how
the first time was the hardest.
You know what?
I don't even remember
the first time.
All I remember was that after I
pulled the trigger on that kid
I knew it wouldn't be a problem.
I guess, in a strange way,
he was my first kill.
No, for real.
Hey, look, man
money is time, time is money.
Let's... Let's be on
time this time, now.
Please, for me.
Be there on time.
It didn't take
long to figure out
that I was different
from the rest of the crew.
See, I took my new job serious.
I wanted to study to
be the best I could be.
Be, hey, be on time, now.
You are?
All right,
you gonna be on time.
You fucked up last
time by bein' late.
All they wanted to do was
sit around with the ice grill,
get high, gamble and
talk a bunch of shit.
I guess they thought I was
bitch-made or somethin'.
They didn't know shit
about being professional.
Be on time, homey.
Business is money, ain't it?
It didn't take
long for them to learn
the benefits of
being professional.
They all had that
G-style of shootin'
where you held a gun sideways
and bucked your arm
in and out as you shot
which was a cool-lookin'
way to shoot, I guess.
But it wasn't really
an effective way to aim.
I called it the "innocent women
and children" style of shootin'.
My nigger, Bishop,
you's a bad motherfucker, boy.
Motherfuckin' terminator
in this motherfucker.
No, no, motherfuckin' Tony
Montana in this motherfucker!
You understand, nigger? You
is a bad motherfucker, baby!
Hey. I'm gonna make you
my ace motherfuckin' G.
Hey, see, y'all motherfuckers can learn
something from this motherfucker.
See, this motherfucker here,
this nigger's got discipline.
Strange-ass motherfucker.
Excuse me? Did you say
something, motherfucker?
No, man.
That's what the fuck I thought.
'Cause if you did, I'd have my
nigger Bishop wet your ass!
Raise the fuck up!
All you motherfuckers, raise up!
Not you, though.
I want you to stay
right here, Bishop.
'Cause you're my ace
motherfuckin' nigger, G.
You my nigger, baby! We gonna
make some money, baby!
I was Frenchy's
main nigger after that.
Yeah.
He always kept me close.
He gave me lots of perks.
Everything was gravy until...
All right, nigger, whoo!
All right. Slow down...
The only person I
knew that Frenchy feared,
well, not really feared but had
to bow down to, was Pretty Nate.
8:00 nigger.
Pretty Nate was an ex-process
pimp turned dealer.
He was Frenchy's chief supplier.
Pretty Nate was notorious
for being late with shit.
He used to drive Frenchy crazy.
Whatever time that nigger would
say he was gonna be there
you could bet your ass he was
gonna be 3 to 5 hours late.
And sometimes, not
even show up at all.
But Frenchy couldn't fade him.
He was connected.
Ass motherfucker!
Goddamn it!
See, now Pretty
Nate's problem was bitches.
He had so many hoes on his jock,
I guess he felt it was his duty
or something to fuck 'em all.
He's always motherfuckin' late!
Late-ass nigger!
I never had that problem myself.
I always had a practical way
of dealin' with these hoes.
Look, Frenchy, check
this shit here, nigger.
I know this is supposed to be your
motherfuckin' man and everythin',
but I don't know nobody that be doin'
this shit blatantly to niggers.
To me, it looks like this
nigger's straight playin'.
If it was my motherfuckin' time,
you know what I mean?
My motherfuckin' money...
I'm just sayin' this shit's
real unprofessional.
Goddamn right,
it ain't professional.
Late motherfucker!
I'm sick of this shit.
Tryin' to play me like I'm some kind
of motherfuckin' mark or somethin'!
This shit's real
disrespectful, Frenchy.
Goddamn right it's disrespectful,
but I'll tell you what,
I bet you I get me some
motherfuckin' respect today.
Now, you talkin', goddamn it.
You know what, dog?
As a matter of fact, there goes
the bitch-ass nigger right there.
Hey, get this for me, man.
Frenchy, baby, what's happenin'?
Hey, man.
You know this is bullshit, man.
You're late, man!
Hold this for me.
Thank you.
You had us waitin' out here for
five motherfuckin' hours, Nate.
Oh, see, what happened,
brother, is, um,
Tammy was trippin'
on some bullshit.
I had to take her
to her mama's house
and, well, you know
how that can be.
Hold on, Nate.
You had me and my people
out here for five hours
over some bitch?
Bitch?
Nigger, now I'm not concerned
with how I've
inconvenienced you.
You'll wait all goddamn
day if I want you to.
What was you gonna
say about that, hmm?
Hey, Nate...
What was you gonna do?
You know what, man?
Hey, man,
you ain't even got to be
in my face like that, man.
Man!
What the fuck, man?
Man, you fucked up, Bishop!
Do you know what the fuck
you just did, nigger?
Man, look at this bullshit!
Oh, shit, man! Do you know
who the fuck this is?
Motherfucker, this is
Pretty Nate Hubbard, man!
He wasn't being professional.
Fuck that shit! This is our
goddamn money, Bishop!
This motherfucker is
Damien Wiles' nigger, man!
Do you know who Damien Wiles is?
Motherfuckin' head enforcer
of all the goddamn enforcers.
What you sayin', I ain't
being professional?
Look, man, look.
We, all right,
we wasn't being professional.
Man, fuck all that "we" shit!
All that "we" shit's in
Divorce Court, motherfucker!
Bitch-ass niggers! I'm
straight up professional!
You're a crazy
motherfucker, Bishop!
We still cool though, right?
Let's get the fuck outta here, man.
Goddamn it!
Get the fuck in.
I guess, in retrospect,
I wasn't being very
professional at all,
killin' Pretty Nate like that.
Could've been
a subconscious reaction
to the angst of workin'
a job that had no future.
Or, it could've just been
that nigger's lime-green suit
was puttin' a hurting on
my motherfuckin' eyes.
Malik Bishop.
No, that's his name.
Malik Bishop.
Scared?
Hell motherfuckin' no, I ain't
scared of that nigger, all right?
Hey, hey, look, look,
you know me, Mr. Wiles,
I always toe the line.
This is big Frenchy!
Scared of that motherfucker?
Well, what you, hey, look,
I can hand you
the motherfucker's head
on a platter, if you want.
It ain't...
Oh, okay, y'all gonna
handle it, okay. Shit.
Hey.
Well, all right,
okay then.
That motherfucker stepped
up to the big leagues now.
Hey nigger, you
watchin', you watchin'?
Don't look at me,
look out there, homey.
Good morning, young fella.
How you feeling?
Sorry we had to clobber
you like we did.
Hot dog?
Come on, these are from
Sali's On The Pier.
Mmm.
You know,
I have a meat-packing
company of my own.
But nobody makes hot dogs as
good as Sali's On The Pier.
Go ahead, brother, they're
pretty damn good.
All right?
It's all right.
I know what you're thinking
about, right about now.
"When is he gonna
kill me?" right?
Somethin' like that.
I'm not gonna kill you, kid.
That would be a waste of talent.
So, what's up then?
Well,
I'd like to offer you a job.
Wait,
you wanna hire me
as a hit man in
your organization?
We don't hire hit men.
We hire professionals.
Down.
All right, come here, kid.
Kid,
being a professional is more
than mastery of weapons.
You need to be a student
of the human body.
There is nothing more wondrous
or as beautiful
as the human body.
It's one of God's
greatest creations.
You need to learn
every possible way
to kill it.
Buddy here is an old pro.
You listen to him.
Remember,
whenever you kill
from this point on,
it is something special.
Make it memorable.
You're not just taking a life,
you're undoing one
of God's masterworks.
That was some deep shit.
That was some bullshit.
"Undoing God's masterwork."
Listen to me, kid,
you ain't doin'
nothing but a job.
Ain't nothing glorious about
cleaning up somebody else's shit!
Now, sit back
and let me teach you
a thing or two.
Next month wasn't at
all what I expected.
I mean, sure, I learned
shootin' and shit like that.
But what I mostly
learned was poison,
anatomy and knife techniques.
But to Buddy, the
most important lesson
was makin' a good
cup of cappuccino.
You've learned a lot
this month, kid.
It's about time
you got out there.
Damien hooked me up.
I mean, so, I gotta
get my shit straight.
Do right by him, you know?
Fuck doin' a good
job for Damien!
Do a good job to get paid.
That's what this
shit is all about!
Make enough money to forget.
Forget what, O.G.?
Everything.
Damien introduced me
to the rest of his crew.
I'd like to introduce you
to the newest member
of our family,
Malik Bishop.
They made me
feel about as welcome
as Clarence Thomas at
a Black Panther rally.
Now, it's no secret that a professional
assassin's life is a lonely one.
It's extremely difficult
to find people you can
kind of vibe with.
So, it was cool to
meet kindred spirits.
Let's see,
there was the black
guard led by Buddy.
But you know him, he was always
complainin' about money shit.
That's 'cause I
ain't got no money!
Then there was Cisco.
Don't let that
baby face fool you,
he was a stone-cold killer.
He punctuated
everything he said with...
Baby! You makin' more
money than me, baby!
Sala, he was a freak
for that Homicide show.
He insisted that...
Yaphet Kotto is the finest
actor working in films today.
Omar was a martial artist.
He trained in karate
and tae Kwon do.
He was pretty damn good.
Then there was
Vaughn Lo from Pittsburgh
who didn't play that shit.
He was always tellin' us...
Man, I'm from Pittsburgh.
We don't play that shit.
There was the Aryan nation.
They were the white boys that
hung out at the coffee bar.
Last but not least,
there were the bitches.
The female assassins.
Of course we never called them
the bitches to their faces,
or they'd probably kill us.
Who the fuck you
callin' a bitch?
I hope you are hungry.
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot,
Herman and Sal.
They ran the deli.
Damien's disposal company
for clients that were
supposed to just vanish.
One day, Damien took
me into his office
to meet his personal guards.
They were supposed to be
the baddest of
the bad or some shit.
They were paid more money
and they were all white boys.
Our client is Melvin McBride.
He's been the biggest threat
to our team for years.
Make it look like
a home invasion.
Time!
7:12.
Quick and clean, fellas.
Quick and clean!
Denzel Washington,
Will Smith, Ving Rahmes,
Yaphet Kotto.
Yaphet Kotto?
Yep, him too, baby.
Now, what do all these
motherfuckers have in common?
I don't know, nigger.
What?
They all played opposite white
hoes and didn't get no pussy!
What about Wesley?
No, he wore Anabellie
Scorillie's ass out
in Jungle Fever, baby.
Yeah.
It's all part of the
white man's conspiracy
to keep the black man
outta the white woman's drawers.
See what I'm sayin', baby?
Yeah, nigger, I'm
feelin' your logic.
I'm feelin' you, dog,
like in Pelican Brief.
Denzel Washington saved J. Roberts'
ass twice, cleared her name,
and didn't get nare piece
of pussy from that bitch!
See, that's what I'm screamin', baby.
If that happened to me,
Julia would've been fuckin'.
Word.
Hi, can I help...
Ugh.
Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go!
Grab what you can!
Time?
7:20.
Let's go!
Time?
7:45.
You got 15 minutes to get
down to Miracle Lanes.
Good luck.
Hey, O.G., Buddy?
Who is this Melvin McBride?
I mean, why was he such
a threat to our team?
Yeah!
That's right!
I know that's right.
Hey, listen, this trophy doesn't
just belong to me and the team.
This trophy
belongs to all of us!
Because in one way or another,
you all lent a hand,
in one way or another.
And kid, your first job for me,
I wanna tell you, you came
through like a champ.
Hip, hip, hooray!
And that was my first
job as a professional killer.
Helping to whack out some
innocent mark and his family
just because he was a ringer
of our rival bowling team.
Poor fool died for some
stinkin'-ass bowling trophy.
Yeah!
Yeah, baby!
Well, anyway,
Damien was so happy,
he bought me
a whole new wardrobe.
Some real sharp
designer-type shit.
He hooked me up with a fat-ass
apartment in the middle of town.
Yeah, things was lookin'
up for me, partner.
I was makin' more money, and
I was startin' to mingle
with a higher class of people.
And it was the ugliest
nigger I've ever seen.
No, seriously, though,
this nigger was so ugly,
he looked like
a damn special effect.
You ain't right, man.
Like they went to
Florence and Normandie,
picked up the ugliest
nigger they could find,
kidnapped his ass. Took
him back to Lucas Ranch
and digitized that nigger.
Can they do that shit?
Can they do what, baby?
You know, digitize a nigger.
When was the last time you
saw a real dinosaur, baby?
See, it's all part of the
white man's conspiracy...
And then, she entered.
Pure. Innocent.
Not fine in that
give-you-a-woody sense,
but fine in that inner glow,
come-breast-feed-my-children
sense.
She was like a beautiful bird
that just flew into
a snake pit or somethin'.
That's when those
strange feelings
kicked in for the first time.
Word, now take that nigger
you like, Yaphet Kotto.
Now, do you think he's
a good-lookin' man?
What the fuck
ya'll talkin' about?
I can't believe this
shit I'm listenin' to.
Think about it for a minute.
Just think about
it for a minute.
What the fuck are
ya'll talkin' about?
Bet you would do Yaphet Kotto.
That's an ugly motherfucker,
that's all I got to say.
Hey, Buddy!
Buddy, hold up!
What's up, ghost?
What's up, O.G.?
Yo.
Check this out.
What's up with that
female in there?
Hey, you don't wanna be
fuckin' with her no more
than you want a blowjob
from a Rottweiler.
That's Cynda Griffie.
That's Damien's property.
She's different.
You notice that?
Now, listen to me!
Get that female
outta your mind now!
You're the only son of a bitch in
this whole business that I like.
But if you try to
pursue that female,
I may be contracted
to smoke you.
And I'll do it
'cause it's my job.
You understand me?
Man, Buddy, why you flexin'?
Uh...
I... I'm sorry, kid.
Just tryin' to make a point.
Point made.
Listen, man, forget that bitch!
Go out there and get yourself
some unlethal pussy.
Man, it's just I ain't never met
no female like that before.
You know what it is about her
that's got your nose so wide open?
What?
She's the type of person
that you don't kill.
She's the type of person
that's supposed to live.
Now, you don't meet many of them,
but when you do, you know.
Guys like us are not supposed
to have a woman like that.
We're trapped men, ghost.
Prisoners of our own sins.
For you to have a woman like
that would make you a free man.
To kill a woman like that would
cause you to lose your soul.
What about Damien?
Damien wants the essence of her
but can never have it.
He controls her and that's the
difference and he knows it.
What about you?
Would you smoke her if
you was contracted to?
Yeah. I'd do it.
Why? How come?
'Cause I lost my soul
a long time ago.
I thought long and hard
about what Buddy told me.
And, you know what?
It still didn't
make no goddamn sense!
It did, however, awaken
thoughts and feelings
that I had long since forgotten.
Have you given any thought to
what you wanna be when you grow up?
An assassin.
Be a good one.
I don't want you
teaching my son to kill!
Don't give me that fuckin' shit!
You're free now, honey.
It's over.
The rent's past due.
It's eviction time.
Damn, this
complex black man shit
was startin' to weigh on my ass!
What was it?
Was a nigger sprung?
Only time I've ever been
this twisted over a shorty
was with a fine-ass
government cleaner named...
I heard of people talk
about love at first sight
on TV shows and shit.
But, guess what?
It happened to me.
Well, not exactly.
It was more like lust at
first sight or something.
We're talkin' about a deep
soul-searching, emotionally stimulating,
move-through your whole person
until the entire lower half
of your body get a woody
type of lust. Yeah.
Hylene was like
a female version of me.
And since I knew my shit
was John Blaze bliggity
I figured she'd
be perfect for me.
My mama, what's up?
What the deal?
Fuck off.
What if I decide not to
just go and fuck off?
You're playing a dangerous game.
You'll only get yourself hurt.
Hurt? What you mean, like
my feelings or somethin'?
No.
Not your feelings.
Hey, baby, do me a favor.
Look into my eyes.
Does it look like I'm scared?
Mmm, no, no,
you don't look scared.
A little dumb, maybe.
But not scared.
Look,
my name is Bishop.
Malik Bishop.
So you say.
Yeah, I say.
What do you want, Malik Bishop?
Malik Bishop wants to save you.
To save me?
Mm-hmm.
Save you from a
life of loneliness.
What makes you think I'm lonely?
Look here, baby, check this out.
See, I know what you're about.
I mean, you walk around
here like you all that.
I mean, you're finer
than a motherfucker,
dress sexy as hell.
You've got your
makeup on just right.
You ain't gotta take
nothing away, add nothin',
I mean, it's tight like...
But, you know what?
You got this frigid
little look in your eye.
And you know what
it's tellin' me?
It's tellin' me that Miss
thing over there is scared.
Afraid.
Afraid of what?
Afraid of lettin'
somebody like me in.
'Cause if you did, you know we'll find
all them little fucked-up skeletons
you got locked away in that
little nasty-ass closet of yours.
And once that cat's out the bag,
we'll find out basically
that you're insecure,
alone,
and in a desperate
need to be loved.
Look, baby, don't even
bother tryin' to refute me,
just give me your
goddamn number.
Wow. That was...
That was just about
the dumbest shit I've
ever heard in my life.
And you were so serious, too.
You were like, "You're
afraid to let someone in."
Mackin' your ass off.
I bet that was your best game.
No, that wasn't my best game.
"All the skeletons in
your fuckin' closet."
Ha ha.
Hee hee hee.
It really wasn't that funny.
I'm sorry.
You were being so creative.
You know what?
Fuck this shit.
You know, I ain't even
gotta listen to this.
I'll just leave you with this.
That wasn't my best mack!
Come on, I wanna
hear your best mack.
You wanna hear my best mack?
Yeah.
Wait, what you tellin' me is that
you wanna hear my best mack?
I wanna hear your best mack.
All right, Missy,
I got one that works
for me every time.
Get down.
Shake that ass and get it loose.
I can see how that would
be effective for you.
Yeah, I bet you would.
The mack worked like a charm.
You see, Hylene
was the type of girl
that just couldn't say
no to a 9-Millie.
Anyway,
that was the beginning of the
happiest days of my life.
See, Hylene was
a government cleaner,
and that was kind of
like playin' with fire.
See, Damien didn't like us
kickin' it with the federalies.
But, what the fuck?
I was sprung.
Shit, she wouldn't really admit
that she worked for the
government at all, though.
She told me she didn't
officially work for anybody.
She didn't even
officially exist.
Which was actually pretty cool.
'Cause, see, she had
a license to kill
and she could smoke almost
anybody and get away with it.
But Hylene,
she wasn't like that.
See, she had been in the
game longer than I had,
and it was startin'
to get to her.
Sometimes, she'd be away
for several weeks at a time.
I'd be going straight
crazy while she was gone.
But just like that, she'd return
and we'd be inseparable
all over again.
Many times when Hylene
would return from a job,
she would shower and wash
her hands incessantly
as if tryin' to
wash out some dirt
that was permanently
embedded in her skin.
Then she'd wanna sleep and
hold me for hours on end.
You know what?
For the most part, I
couldn't stand for no woman
to wanna hold and
cuddle up with my ass.
But with Hylene, I didn't mind.
For the first time in my
life, I felt I was needed.
It was a good feelin'.
It was different.
She also had me thinkin' about my
line of work for the first time.
One day when Hylene was gone,
I watched this movie
about this old-ass cowboy
that used to be
a hard-core killer
and now he's a pig farmer.
He goes out on
this one last hit.
All through the movie,
this old fucker's sayin',
"I ain't like that no more.
I ain't like that no more."
While these other cowboys
are tryin' to tell him
how much of a bad-ass
he was back in the day.
So, all through this movie,
I'm waitin' for my man
to go off and start
smokin' niggers,
and when he do,
I ain't pumped.
I kind of feel sorry for my man.
All he wanted to do
was be like normal folks
but he couldn't get
away from that damn rep.
It was a stupid movie.
But it kind of fucked with me.
You ever think about
having children?
I don't know.
I mean,
I never really thought
about it much.
I killed a man in front of
his children two weeks ago.
Did they make you?
Who?
The kids!
No. I did it
from a rooftop.
Oh, so the kids seen
the whole thing.
Damn, that shit had to be tough.
Yeah, it was bad,
so bad.
I can't do this anymore.
I want out of the business. Out.
What you gonna do?
Just live, I guess.
No, I mean, what you
gonna do for a living?
I don't know,
open an art gallery,
or teach oil painting...
Or something.
All right.
I wanna be normal, Malik.
I wanna be like
those people on TV.
That have families, that go to
work and don't kill people.
I said all right.
What?
I mean, I'm down with that.
The whole nine yards.
The house,
the kiddies,
that little art gallery.
Pre-raphaelite-type
thing goin' on there.
The whole nine yards.
You mean it?
Yeah, the whole
nine yards, baby.
Thank you.
She had gotten to me.
Her, that goddamn cowboy movie,
and all that shit Buddy told me.
But it was the idea
of raising a family
that really appealed to me.
Bishop. Buddy.
Front and center.
Front and center?
What kind of shit is this?
This is Herman Fenwick, CPA.
He's ready to turn state's evidence
against one of our associates.
We need a good, clean,
surgical job on this one.
This guy's got 24-hour
protection from the feds.
This is where
they're keeping him.
You guys make a plan,
and it's got to be clean.
You've got two days.
Two days?
How in the fuck are you gonna expect
us to pull off surgery in two days?
You're a pro, Buddy.
Handle it.
This is a bullshit job!
Do we have a problem
here, Buddy?
If you don't want the job...
Oh, I'll do the job.
With as much money
as you're paying me.
Buddy.
Yeah.
We don't have a
problem here, do we?
No problem.
Buddy, don't you think we
should case this place out first?
This is a completely
fucked-up job in the first place!
Two days to pull off a surgical hit!
Bullshit!
Damien'll take advantage
as long as you let him.
Been doin' it to me
for 14 years now.
Hey, you!
But you know what?
No more!
Praise Mother Jones!
You spend your life working at
something to become the best
thinking that eventually you're
gonna move up the ladder
to a position of power and respect.
But what do you get?
You get a foot up your ass!
Damien's runnin' around
here talking about,
"I want you to pull off
surgery in two days,
"but it has to be clean!"
"I want you to kill the Pope,
"but don't upset the Catholics.
"Buddy,
"I want you to
kill the president,
"but don't make it
a big thing!"
Get the fuck outta here!
Oh, my God! I'll pay you!
I'll pay you!
If they wanted a surgical hit,
they should've
given us more time.
Clean surgery, strike my ass.
I'm a hit man.
And I kill motherfuckers!
And I kill any motherfuckers
that get in my way of
killing a motherfucker.
Come on, let's go get
us some cappuccino.
A fucking bloodbath!
Do I look like
a lonely housewife
that pays good money
to get fucked?
Do I?
I told you I wanted a
clean, surgical job.
Just get the client, that's all.
I didn't tell you to go in there
and kill six federal agents!
You gave us two days
to plan surgery.
It wasn't enough time.
So, what's the big deal? It's
just a couple of dead feds.
The client is dead.
So, fuck it!
Fuck it?
Fuck it!
It's in all the newspapers.
They're investigating
the fuck outta this!
The Attorney General
herself said, and I quote,
"I make this a personal mission
"to bring all the animals in
"for the atrocity
that was committed.
"They will pay the price."
If they get to you two,
they get to me.
So, what you gonna do? Kill me?
Ain't a goddamn thing
you gonna do to me
that you haven't
done to my black ass
in the past 14 years I've
been working for you.
Come again?
You heard me.
The only reason why you gave
us that shit job anyway
is because we're black,
and you know it!
I don't believe you're
talking to me like this.
After all we've
been through together.
I ain't taking no shit
from ya'll crackers anymore.
I've been nothing but a friend
to you and your people.
If you've been such a friend,
how come I ain't in here, huh?
How come I'm still
outside playing cards?
Is that what this is all about?
Let me tell you something.
There are no colors
around here, mister.
No color lines!
I'm a believer in the teachings
of your great leader
that a man should be judged by his
character and not by his color!
I take black kids
off the streets,
I clean 'em up,
I give 'em a job.
Look at Bishop here.
Look what a fine young
man he turned out to be.
You don't know how you
hurt me by what you said.
But I tell you what,
your evil words are not
gonna get me down,
because I, like your leader,
I have a dream.
And I dream that
blacks and whites,
and reds and yellows,
will be brought together
hand in hand as one,
and under my divine guidance
we will eliminate racism from
this great country of ours.
And any bigot who wants to stand
in the way of racial harmony,
they'll get so much lead
pumped up their fuckin' asses
that their heads will
look like day-old pizza!
Then, we'll descend
from the mountaintops
into the promised land
in peace and harmony.
With me in control.
Kiss my black ass!
Sick cracker motherfucker.
When will the racism end?
Damien was definitely
one rib short of a slab.
Change was
definitely in the air.
Change for Buddy. Change for Damien.
And change for me.
That afternoon, I watched
Buddy self-destruct
just like I watched
my father self-destruct.
Buddy knew that going
up against Damien
was like blowing your
own brains out.
Damien was a crazy motherfucker!
That's for sure.
Suddenly,
the things that Buddy talked
about before made sense.
This was a shit job!
Hello?
Hello, kid.
How are you?
All right.
I was just thinking about
you and I thought I'd call.
Hmm.
I want you to know, Bishop,
I don't blame you for that little
incident that happened earlier.
I blame the senior man.
Hell, son, I'm proud of
the way you turned out.
You're a good kid.
Thanks.
Hey, uh,
how's your lady friend,
uh, Hylene?
She's all right.
Yo, how you know about her?
Hey, hey, listen, kid,
you're like a son to me.
And a good father
always knows everything
that's going on with his son.
Um,
well, I just, uh, thought
I'd keep in touch
and see how you're hangin'.
I'm... I'm... I'm good.
I'm good.
Good. Uh, I'll see you
back at the fort?
Hey.
Hey.
You hungry?
I have to go to DC.
On a job.
It's gonna be my last one.
Yeah, man,
it's really gettin'
to be about that time.
This is what I
think we should do,
when I get back,
we should just leave.
Don't tell anybody
anything. Just go.
I got a whole lot
of loot saved up.
Might get a little island
off the shore or somethin'.
Live large for a long time.
I got something for you.
For me?
You want me to wear this?
Yeah, it's a matching set.
It symbolizes that
my heart is broken
whenever I'm away from you.
Aw, look at you.
That's some romantic
shit you're talkin'.
Romantic as hell.
I don't know. I'm seein'
candlelight dinner,
my boo-boo over here
trickin' on jewelry,
I think you're tryin' to seduce me, Mrs.
Robinson.
So, why don't you go
over by the bed
and model it for me?
Why do you need me to
model it over there?
Because I wanna see it on
you with nothing else.
Nothing else?
Nothing else but you, baby.
Why?
Because if it looks good
I'm gonna come over there and
fuck the taste outta your mouth.
Shuckey duckey, quack, quack?
All righty then,
excuse me, excuse me.
Yeah, yeah
3:00 in the morning
And I can't sleep
Thinkin' about your lovin'
And how good you are to me
There's no way to explain
How good I feel inside
I can never complain
'Cause I'm always
coasting high
When you're holdin' me
And you're kissin' me
Lovin' me
So, tell me, baby, what
you think about this?
It's on.
So, I've been tryin' to write
Still on my mind
every day and night
Takin' my soul to ecstasy
Every time that
you're next to me
Baby, you're everything
Shake that ass and get it loose.
Only one thing
that I came here for
Stay with me
You're my melody
It's on
Touch me, baby
Many ways, many days
I just can't comprehend, baby
Oh, my wicked lady
Drivin' me so crazy
Keepin' me up at night
When you tell me what you feel
To look on you sweetly
When you hold hold, hold, hold
Holdin' me
And you're kissin' me
You're supposed to be
some elite guards?
You motherfuckers are gonna
be some dead guards.
What the fuck?
Hey, anybody seen Buddy?
No, he's probably late.
Hit me.
Late?
Buddy late?
He's
Mr. Punctuality, baby.
Everybody knew
what happened to Buddy.
See, what pissed me off
was sittin' here
listenin' to these fools
actin' like they didn't know.
For all I knew, one of them
probably pulled the trigger.
Call me when you get home, baby.
Hi, boys.
Hey, hey, Bishop.
And that's when I knew
that Damien pulled the trigger.
All aboard the night train!
See, Hylene called me.
She said she'd be back from
Washington this evening.
Seemed like her job
was being cut short.
She had a quick meeting and she
was jumping on the next bird out.
Since it was Thanksgiving,
I thought I'd surprise her
with a little dinner.
Now, I don't generally celebrate
Thanksgiving in the traditional sense.
Personally, I feel like the Indians should've
gotten their hands on some muskets
and busted some caps in those
non-tax-payin', disease-carryin',
land-stealin', sheep-fuckin',
punk-ass pilgrims!
So, instead of turkey,
I had cornbread, black-eyed
peas, greens and ham hocks.
But since I gave up the swine,
the ham hocks was out, you know?
Now, I guess you're wonderin'
where I learned how to cook.
Well, I'll tell you,
it was from Mrs. Brooks,
one of the many foster parents
that I was shuffled to.
Yeah?
Garret hotel, front
desk, in one half hour.
Mmm-mm. Uh-uh. No, I
don't work on holidays.
It says here you work on
Sundays and holidays.
I got it right here.
No, shit, man, get Sala! He
works Sundays and holidays!
A special two-hour Homicide
is coming on tonight.
He won't come.
Listen, fuck that!
Get the milkman.
He don't even
celebrate holidays!
He's in DC.
DC?
Every-fuckin'-body in DC.
No, man. How am I gonna
get down to some telly?
I got greens on right now.
Holiday pay.
So, after a little arm
twistin', I decided to do it.
Hell, holiday pay
seemed pretty good to me,
especially since I was plannin'
to disappear after this job.
A little extra paddin' in my
nest egg wouldn't hurt nobody.
This guy was supposed to vanish.
So I had to set some
things up with the deli.
Who's this?
Herman, who is it?
Oh, hey, Bishop,
how you doin', kid?
Now here's where
shit gets shitty.
I'm gonna go whack
Johnny Atwell,
a sniveling little dope dealer
with a bad toupee and breath
that smells like butt crack.
At least that's what
the profile had on him.
I heard that he owed
somebody a lot of scrilla,
somewhere in the neighborhood
of $1.5 million.
That's a pretty expensive
neighborhood to live in.
You bring the fuckin'
steak sauce?
Oh, shit!
Hey fuck face,
I got your steak...
Oh, shit!
Fuck!
This was starting to turn
into a complete cluster-fuck.
No one told me he was
shackin' up with some bitch.
I had to get Herman and Sal
to make a pickup. Damn!
There's a hole,
there's a snap and it is up, up...
Hi, this is Herman.
And this is Sal.
The deli is closed
for the holiday,
but we will be open
on Monday at 9:00 a.m.
Try our specialty smoked meats.
There's nothing like it in town.
Remember, meat is the
treat that can't be beat!
Now, hit the red button, Sal.
Herman, Sal,
pick up the goddamn phone!
Pick it up, goddamn it!
So now I had to drive
home, take my cornbread out.
Just in time.
The cornbread was perfect.
The greens was still
cookin' nicely,
but they weren't ready yet.
You don't wanna cook them too
long 'cause they get slimy.
I knew they were gonna need
some fat for seasoning.
I tried the deli again.
Hey, who's this?
Yo, where'd you guys go? I just
called there 15 minutes ago!
Herman, who is it?
We had to make a quick run.
Real important stuff.
Look, look, whatever.
I need ya'll to come to the
hotel and make a pickup.
Ah, you gotta make the drop-off, kid.
We're really busy here.
We're up to our necks.
You mean, ya'll are not gonna go
down there and make that pickup?
No can do.
Doing something
special for the boss.
You know what?
This is real fucked up!
You know you guys almost made me
burn my cornbread, right? Right?
What? You're makin' cornbread?
Cornbread?
Yeah. So?
You put any pork in it?
No, I don't eat swine.
I told you I'm makin' cornbread.
You talkin' about
cracklin' bread.
Jiffy or scratch?
What?
The cracklin' bread.
Jiffy or scratch?
Listen, didn't I just tell you?
I'm not makin'
goddamn cracklin' bread.
Ya'll guineas don't
listen to nothin'!
You know, you should always put
the cracklin' bread on last.
Fuck!
Touchy kid.
Herman, who was that?
You know, Herman
was right in one way.
I should've put
the cornbread on last.
That way, it'd be pipin' hot
when dinner was served.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Anyway, I knew I had
to take a chance,
so I went back to the hotel room
with another bag
and got both bodies.
I knew that I was gonna have to
go check my black-eyed peas.
You don't wanna overcook them.
They get all mushy.
Oh, shit!
Fat for my greens!
My black-eyed peas
were doing fine.
My cornbread was nice and brown.
But my greens!
I needed something
to replace the ham hocks.
See, a lot of people like
to roll with smoked turkey,
but nothing is better than cooking
your collard greens with fat.
That's old school there.
Real old school.
Anyhoo, I knew that
I had to get the meat soon,
'cause if you get it in too
late, the greens turn all slimy
before any of
the flavor gets in.
I decided to take a chance
and get some hocks
from the deli.
It was gettin' late and
Hylene would be home soon.
Fuck it, I guess I could
handle some swine for one day.
You made a wise choice
goin' with the hocks, kid.
These greens are gonna
be something special.
I got home in plenty of time
to prepare for
dinner with Hylene.
I added the hocks to the
greens and checked the peas.
Oh, yeah,
the peas were the shit!
That's the shit.
The greens came out perfect.
See, I nuked the cornbread a little
bit to get it hot and steamy
and set the table.
All I had to do was sit back
and wait for my boo to arrive.
It's about to be on.
Hylene never showed.
Her plane arrived on time
but she wasn't on it.
After a couple of days,
I called every government
department in Washington, D.C.
No one ever heard of her.
It was like she said,
she didn't exist.
I knew what happened to her.
Damien had her whacked and there
was nothing I could do about it.
I broke the rules and
I got spanked for it.
That's the name of the game.
I guess that's what I get for
tryin' to break free of the life.
Now I understood
what Buddy told me.
I was a prisoner of my own sins.
My only escape
was in a pine box.
Man, you know what,
they need to give
Yaphet Kotto an Oscar.
You know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause I can't figure how they
gonna give one to Denzel...
Bishop!
Sala, Omar, front and center.
This is Cynda.
You've all probably seen her.
She's my fiancee.
And I think that she's
been cheating on me.
I want you guys to find out.
Sala, you and Bishop
follow her during the day.
Find out where she goes,
when and with who.
Omar, you keep an eye
on her in her apartment.
Damien, can me and Omar
switch up?
If it's all right with Omar.
Never fall in love, guys.
Love hurts.
Yeah?
Wake up, kid.
Today's the day.
9:00 p.m.
Fulfill that contract,
unless I call you.
If that phone rings again, it's off.
You understand?
Yeah.
If she leaves that apartment,
fulfill the contract.
I'm gonna call her now and make
sure she knows not to leave.
You remember what I said?
Yeah. 9:00 p.m., do it.
She leaves, do it. Phone
rings, don't do it.
Say it again.
9:00 p.m., do it. She leaves, do it.
Phone rings, don't do it.
Good.
Oh, no! Fuck me.
Fuck. Fuck!
Open the door!
Got a light?
Uh...
Uh-uh.
You're new.
What'd you say?
You're new.
New what?
Not one of the ones
that usually follows me.
Lady, I don't know what
you're talking about.
Ain't nobody followin' you.
Yeah, right.
So what's your story?
Here to kill me?
Go ahead.
Put it right here.
I'm better off dead anyway.
It's better off
than being a slave.
Guess you wouldn't know
anything about that, would you?
Nah. Mm-mmm.
What the fuck was I thinkin'?
It's not fucked.
It's okay. It's okay.
Relax. Relax.
It's cool.
It's cool.
All right, where you at?
Ooh, you fucked up now.
You got this
motherfucker mad, girl.
Maybe I don't shoot her.
Maybe I don't shoot her.
Maybe we could vanish.
Fuck!
Fuck.
Fuck.
So, this is what it
all comes down to, huh?
Me about to put
a slug into a woman
whose only crime was being
loved by a nutcase gangster,
wanna-be white-Martin
Luther King on crack.
And now, all those feelings was
comin' out strange and foreign
forcin' their way outta me
like a bad-ass
burrito or somethin'.
Was it love?
Did I love this woman?
Did my whole life boil down
to a question of
love or a bullet?
She's the type of person
that's supposed to live.
9:00 p.m.,
fulfill that contract.
She's the type of
person you don't kill.
Till one day, he comes for her.
Don't fight it.
9:00 p.m.,
fulfill that contract.
She's the type of person
that's supposed to live.
For you to have
a woman like that
would make you a free man.
And that's when I
realized what it was.
It wasn't no love,
it was compassion.
Empathy for another human.
Something I'd never felt before.
And for one fleeting moment,
I knew what it was like
to be a real human being.
You're free.
If what Buddy said was true,
then I just swapped
my soul for hers.
Enjoy heaven, baby, because
I'm on my way to hell.
Yeah?
Bishop!
Where the hell have you been?
Did you get the signal?
Yeah, I got it.
Good. Okay, pack up the stuff
and get the hell outta there.
I'll see you at
the office tomorrow.
How's Cynda?
Cynda?
She dead.
What the fuck you talking
about, she's dead?
Didn't you tell me
you got the signal?
I did get it,
but I killed her anyway.
How could you do this to me
after all I did for you?
You fuckin' black ape!
You fuckin' nigger!
You're dead!
You're so fuckin' dead!
When I get finished with you
they're gonna have to scrape your
fuckin' nigger ass off the sidewalk!
When will all this
racism end, homie?
Bring the rah rah
Come with the rah rah
Shake your rah rah
Break your rah rah
The rowdy rah rah
We the rah rah
He the rah rah
She the rah rah
Jumpin' fly, Honey
Pump your 9's high
Clock the live while
we peep the wise guys
Pop you dry I watch
Jersey drive-by
Get your try try
been by since the rah rah
We painted the rah rah
'Cause they made it
the rah rah
You hated the rah rah
30, 40 of my guys
Take the 99 crime
If you try mine
At least you die high
One trophy on my fly ride
Out of line for my enterprise
when I'm dyin' from live wire
'Cause I painted
the perfect picture
With a mixer
Put your hands up
I mix little bit of
with a little little litte
You'd be cut up
like a itty bitty little
The chitter chitter
the chatter don't matter
I send a clique to get you
watch for that pitter pitter
Bring the rah rah
Come with the rah rah
Shake your rah rah
Break your rah rah
The rowdy rah rah
We the rah rah
He the rah rah
Come with the rah rah
Shake your rah rah
Break your rah rah
The rowdy rah rah
We the rah rah
He the rah rah
She the rah rah
Aah!
Ah.
Ah.
Uh.
Come on back here, bitch!
I got you now, motherfucker!
I'm from Pittsburgh, baby.
We don't play that runnin' shit!
You think you're god now, huh?
Yeah, motherfucker!
You're a bad one, huh?
Ugh.
Ugh.
Ai-yah.
After sending
Damien to the mountaintop
I went on the I am and spent
the next couple of days
nursing my shoulder.
I got some new gear and
prepared to blow town.
I figured, if I
was goin' to hell,
I might as well stop
off in Vegas first.
But I needed something
blazin' to get me there.
So where you been?
Around.
What happened?
Your boss tried
to have me smoked.
And?
Unfortunately for him,
his man had no skills.
None of them motherfuckers got no skills.
They're all dead.
As a matter of fact, he was so
impressed, he put me on the payroll.
And contracted you to smoke me?
I'm plan "B".
Hmph.
Well, you do know that
melodramatic motherfucker
been dead for a couple
of days now, right?
It sucks to be him.
And you're gonna fulfill
the contract anyhow, huh?
Well, that would be the
professional thing to do.
Ain't that a bitch?
But in this case, we have what
could be considered a conundrum.
A co-what?
A conundrum.
A puzzle.
My work ethic is
in direct conflict
with my maternal sensibilities.
Know what I'm sayin'?
I don't even know what
the fuck you just said.
Let me break it down for you.
Let it be broke.
I'll give you a chance to do
right by your responsibility.
Nigger, what?
Is it mine?
Wait, wait, baby,
I'm just playin'.
Your... your damn belly
is bigger than your gun.
I know you ain't doin'
hits in this condition.
You try wakin' up with morning
sickness every goddamn day
and see if you don't feel like
blowin' somebody's head off.
But that's beside the point.
The point is this,
you can either take care
of your responsibility,
or I'll put some hot shit all
up in that cerebral cortex
and do the single parent thing.
Girl, if you don't get that
goddamn gun off my head...
What's wrong with you?
Baby, I missed you.
I missed you, too.
Look at my... Look at the
little package down there.
Oh, snap.
Come on, you.
You ready?
Let's get up outta here, baby.
Wow, this is you?
No, this is Damien's
car right here, baby.
But he ain't gonna need it
where his dead stiff ass is.
Good.
I'll drive.
No, you won't.
In that condition?
Sit your fat ass over
there and be driven.
I was in good enough condition
to put some heat on
that head a minute ago.
You don't even know,
you was two seconds away
from getting my baby
and you smoked!
Oh, you don't even
have skills like that.
I got to go
Later tonight I know for sure
Do you want to be with me?
Let's rock, let's roll
Bring it on
Maybe I wasn't
goin' to hell right away.
Maybe I was given
a second chance.
A chance to make
right by society.
And me and Hylene could do all
the things we talked about,
marriage, little kiddies,
art gallery,
the whole nine yards.
We were gonna be normal people
who wake up, go to work
and don't have to kill people.
We were gonna be just like you.
Yeah, right!
Bring the rah rah
Come with the rah rah
Shake your rah rah
Break your rah rah
The rowdy rah rah
We the rah rah
He the rah rah
She the rah rah
Jumpin' fly, Honey
Pump your 9's high
Clock the live while
we peep the wise guys
Pop you dry I watch
Jersey drive-by
Get your try try
been by since the rah rah
We painted the rah rah
Even made it the rah rah
You hated the rah rah
Rah rah
30, 40 of my guys
Take the 99 crime
If you try mine
At least you die high
One trophy on my fly ride
Out of line for my enterprise
when I'm dyin' from live wire
'Cause I painted
the perfect picture
With a mixer
Put your hands up
I mix little bit of
with a little little litte
You'd be cut up
like a itty bitty little
The chitter chitter
the chatter don't matter
I send a clique to get you
watch for that pitter pitter
Bring the rah rah
Come with the rah rah
Shake your rah rah
Break your rah rah
The rowdy rah rah
We the rah rah
He the rah rah
She the rah rah
The profound one
It's a lyrical tripod
Huh, why try
Never supple like I, guy
Englewood, Ill Town
So look around, clown
We put the pound down
Shot all your sound down
Dirty Jack For Britches
Giving bitches the snitches
What were you thinking
wearin' the britches
The world is out on a mission
Turning up missing
Sit and listen to this
now we got pot to piss in
My position's outta commission
I'll be the person that acts
as if you slipped the middle
What you thinkin'
for bringin' their boys on
This is a war zone
You, don't want none
In this lyrical war zone
Bring the rah rah
Come with the rah rah
Shake your rah rah
Break your rah rah
The rowdy rah rah
We the rah rah
He the rah rah
She the rah rah
Live for hip-hop
Die for hip-hop
Bleed for hip-hop
Kill for hip-hop
Cry for hip-hop
Rep for hip-hop
Scream if you represent
the team for hip-hop
Bring the rah rah
Come with the rah rah
Shake your rah rah
Break your rah rah
The rowdy rah rah
We the rah rah
He the rah rah
She the rah rah
Bring the rah rah
Come with the rah rah
Shake your rah rah
Break your rah rah
The rowdy rah rah
We the rah rah
He the rah rah
She the rah rah
Tre plus.
Come on, y'all.
Knuckle up, knuckle up
knuckle up, knuckle up
We ain't playin' with your ass
So put 'em up put 'em up
Throw 'em up throw 'em up
Knuckle up knuckle up
We doin' 165 so
buckle up buckle up
You know the name, boy
Ain't nothing changed, boy
Take off your watch and chains
step up in this ring, boy
It's all the same shoot
or fight same pain
Ain't no place to hang
when things start bangin'
Knuckle up knuckle up
Throw 'em up throw 'em up
Go get your clique, nigger
we don't give a fuck, what
Buddy we got K's, too
shit that blaze through
Preschool, still beamin' This ain't
no screamin' it's the real thing
Whoo!
That's the call, boy
Oh, that's all, boy
And if you follow your ass
you best to crawl, boy
You feel these Tombs, boy
We breakin' limbs, boy
We the clique you better run
from when you see 'em, boy
Knuckle up knuckle
up knuckle up
We ain't playin' with your ass
So put 'em up put 'em up
Throw 'em up throw 'em up
Knuckle up knuckle up
We doin' 165 so
buckle up buckle up
Knuckle up, knuckle up
knuckle up, knuckle up
We ain't playin' with your ass
So put 'em up put 'em up
Throw 'em up throw 'em up
Knuckle up knuckle up
We doin' 165 so
buckle up buckle up
M-m-m-m-me My nigger, huh
Humpty or the "G"
my nigger throws fists
Equals somebody that bleeds
and nigger, you in a squeeze
On your knees how
you plead stomp a "G"
Come and get it if you think
you got the means to be a killer
Now I gotta let you have it
Automatically we rip and strip
and bomb out their barracks
And we well established, boy
I'm telling you maggots
I gotta habit
For keepin' them things
up under my mattress
The static was killer
that'll splatter your melon
It doesn't matter
black or white
It's irrelevant, boy
go tell a friend
We throwin' knuckles
again and again
We gettin' loose
like we on heavy hen'
So knuckle up, knuckle up
knuckle up, knuckle up
We ain't playin' with your ass
So put 'em up put 'em up
Throw 'em up throw 'em up
Knuckle up knuckle up
We doin' 165 so
buckle up buckle up
Knuckle up, knuckle up
knuckle up, knuckle up
We ain't playin' with your ass
So put 'em up put 'em up
Throw 'em up throw 'em up
Knuckle up knuckle up
We doin' 165 so
buckle up buckle up