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I hate to say this.

But I am such a pretty motherfucker.

Yeah.

I'm never ready for some lightweight shit. So you better come with something

heavy and packed with dynamite.

I told you what the policy of the station is.

Bostick says my job is to play records.

And, man, he ain't about to let me make no announcements about the activities of

this organization.

Frankie, I've known you since our first year at Central State.

You were honoring in class all of the whole damn campus, for that matter.

And now all of a sudden you're going to come up watering your veins because of

some jive radio station owner?

Yeah, boss.

My money is low, staff voluntary, and the landlord wants me out.

The people around here need this place.

You know you can make that announcement and tell Bostic to kiss your ass if you

put your mind to it.

You know something, Charles?

You a funny talking dude sometimes.

And when they told me you hadn't been home in 27 years, and I saw all that

on the table, I started to beat you to death myself. I'd have been home every

day. I'd sit out in Los Angeles and eat these dried hamburgers, and they got a

whole lot on the table in North Carolina. You need to. Are you serious?

They ain't been home in 27 years and they say the ham eats here for you and

turkey. And I went there in two days and tried to eat it all up, man.

Sorry about

that, but I've got to leave you, sisters and brothers.

Frankie J. Parker.

The J is for joy because that's what you get from Frankie J.

The mind tripper, the mighty dipper, and the honey dripper.

Lock up your daughters, girlfriends, and wives, Mr. Jones, because Frankie J is

on his way. Frankie J in the morning. Frankie J in the night. Frankie J in

dreams. So fine.

Sometimes I want to kiss myself.

Frankie J, joy, your messenger of enlightenment.

After me, who remembers Aristotle?

Listen to me with my better humble self.

And don't forget to send your contribution to the New Community League

these young people to help you to protect your community against the drug

pushers. Send whatever you can.

And if you're short on bread, that's cool.

Write us anyway.

The NCL, care of the Frankie J. Parker Show.

Post Office Box 312 Los Angeles 900.

That's the NCLK of the Frankie J. Parker Show.

Post Office Box 312, Los Angeles, 90099.

Later, sisters and brothers.

Bless you with joy, peace, and love.

Another day, another dollar, when Frankie moves, all the women holler.

Frankie Jay Show.

Oh, hello, Mr. Bostic.

I'm sorry, but he left already, Mr. Bostic.

I swear he did, Mr. Bostic.

Yes, Mr. Bostic.

I will... Mr. Bostic.

Goodbye, Mr. Bostic.

One of these days, you're going to wear that man's patience down and find

yourself on the streets without a job.

Gloria, if that day ever comes, the women of this town will burn this radio

station down.

What's on the agenda for tomorrow?

At 10 a .m., you're to speak to the students at Carver High School.

Then you're to help Mr. Atkins at the NCL Center.

Oh, yeah.

Reverend Johnson called.

He wants you to speak at his church on the fourth Sunday.

Yeah.

Church must be in some heavy trouble, huh?

But you tell him it's cool.

Show him and his congregation what paradise is.

Give him a touch of paradise right here on Earth.

Yeah.

How's that hit you, Gloria?

I think you're beginning to believe your own bullshit.

Hey, boss.

Hi, Ruby. Hiya, baby.

Good to see you. All right. All right. Hey, man. How you doing? Good to see

All right.

All right. Right on. How you doing?

All right. All right.

Think of you out here again.

to mention that we have with us tonight in the club that joy man from KJLH,

Frankie J.

But

what

are you going to do about me?

I'm going to do what I've been doing, and that's nothing.

No, lady.

Your eyes. have been following me all over this joint.

Maybe it's because you walk funny.

Then you're a freak for a funny walker.

Anyway, I did hear you on radio today.

If you were listening to my show, then you had an experience.

I produce, write, and direct my own material for both radio and television

the chit -chat propensity of an angel interspersed with the best music played

the FCC Airways. and the FCC has got the check with me because I own the sky.

Would you mind repeating that for me, Mr. Landlord of the Sky?

I can dig it, Miss... Melinda.

Melinda Lewis.

Hey, that's some cigarette case you got there. Can I...

I didn't say you could sit. I'm sitting because you are a lady from another

town. You don't know anybody.

You're beautiful.

And I'm beautiful.

So it's only natural that we would gravitate toward each other.

How did you know I was from another place?

Brilliant mind perceptions, that's what I am.

Just another one of the things that makes me so special.

I don't believe you.

And I don't think you're fool enough to believe yourself.

All right, so I'm funny.

Let's go. Where to?

Carter.

You over here, Tank Robbins?

Tank owns this club.

And he owns and runs Argonne Records, and he used to be ace football player.

So you're up on football, too.

Next thing you gotta get hip to is Frankie J. Parker, all pro -joy of the

universe. Is there anything you haven't been or done? I haven't made love to

you.

Yes, you have.

In your dream.

You're a funny lady, Miss Melinda.

Look, Tank is having his party on his boat.

So let's do it, huh?

Okay, Mr.

Frankie.

But that's all we're going to do.

All right.

Allow me.

Thank you.

You hear that motor, Miss Melinda?

It's all I can hear.

I put some FJPP in my tank today.

Make the car the toughest thing rolling on the freeway.

JPP. Frankie J. Parker Power.

Now feel it, Mama.

and this nigga, Black, standing up over me with his right hand deep off into his

pocket like he's going to come out of it with something bad.

Well, I wasn't even thinking about it. I just told him to get out of my house.

He said, Tank, you ain't too big or too rich to get your ass kicked.

So I said, if you ever dream you're going to kick my ass, they're going to

you peg -legged. in your natural life.

Frankie!

Frankie!

Frankie!

How you doing, baby?

a birthmark.

up in my mind the day i signed up for pro football that i was going to play it

safe i was going to make all the bread i could make in the game before some mean

old lineman tore my leg off

you something to think about.

Sullivan tells me he sent you a birthday present, and you sent it back.

You took too much time, Frankie.

I never tried to buy anything from you.

That gift was from my heart.

The only thing wrong with that is that one of these days I might find myself in

front of some investigating committee trying to prove what a big heart Tank

Robinson's got.

Only to discover he had it transplanted with the heart of a midget.

Well...

Well, I guess I'll go check out some of these strange people at my party.

Who's the girl, Frank?

Somebody I met tonight.

Mm -hmm.

Taken home with you tonight, hmm?

Hello, Terry.

I'm not going through any of your shit tonight.

You just think about that tomorrow when the sun hits you.

I gave you something I've never given any woman.

My time, baby.

Time nobody else in the world could get from me but you.

But what you wanted was some weak -kneed faggot you could manipulate.

Now, I can't cut that.

So why don't we just leave it, huh?

You don't fuck with me, and I won't fuck with you. Hey, Frankie.

You know what?

You bring this fine woman up here for me to meet.

She gets it. Intellectual. Now, ain't that a bit... A black woman getting

intellectuals on a nigga rich as me. Stop it.

Later,

Tank.

Welcome to my little piece of the world, Miss Melinda.

Walk on in, lady.

And make yourself at home.

Glad I met somebody fine who could appreciate a fire.

How about

a

drink? No.

No champagne cocktail?

No, thank you.

Well, you make yourself right at home, Miss Melinda, and I'll be right back in

minute.

hmm

I think you better turn that mic off.

enjoying myself.

It's the joy I bring, babe.

Got more in it than that, Frankie.

You know it.

You're right.

Yeah, it's to do with where your mind is at.

Your involvement.

That's how people should enjoy each other.

It's like some hidden nerve that suddenly cracks.

And how can you do anything else but jump up and down with elation

after that beautiful thing we went through last night?

You know, when I met you at Tank's last night, I just had to find out if there

was something else other than jive time behind that false exterior

you're so in love with.

It was a heavy, deep

night, Frankie.

That's the way you ought to think about yourself.

Deep and heavy.

God knows the world is too full of hustlers and pimps, freaks.

Just plain old -fashioned loosers.

Anyway, it's nice to run into some soul for a change.

And you've had them all, huh?

Every last...

feeling for you Melinda and I don't make a practice of getting too deep with

women

Yeah. Frankie J. Parker, please.

Yep. Frankie?

It's me, baby.

Fantastic.

You know, your phone's been ringing ever since you left here. You listen to my

show? You better believe me. Look, baby, I, uh, I gotta go tape my television

show when I finish up here.

Okay. Love.

I love you, too.

KJLH, where the music never stops. This is Jerry Butler and his brand new one,

Love Is.

Love is a beautiful

thing, baby. Linda?

Well,

whoever called us sure had it right. I got a real mess in there.

The girl butchered to death.

What's her name?

Melinda.

Melinda Lewis.

He's lying.

Identification here says her name's Audrey Miller.

Some of our men paid a visit to that hotel.

The girl's only been ransacked from top to bottom.

Now, come on.

A strange girl with no name?

You're the only one that's been with her?

Now, who else could have killed her but you?

I told you, man.

I got nothing to say till my lawyer gets here.

You call me officer.

Man, I wouldn't wish this job on my mother, though.

Let me get away from you, son of a gun.

They messed with you, huh?

Yeah, sometimes they get carried away with their jobs, but they ain't bad.

They're really nice fellas.

It's the way the job goes, you know.

Hey.

Know something?

I saw a man one time...

Slap a jackass on his back with a whip.

And that jackass reared up on his back legs.

Run across the field.

And run back to his master to be slapped again.

And said, one more time, daddy.

That's a good one. A walking, talking jackass.

Jackass.

Bitch. Your lawyers are out there with the rip.

Go now.

Goodbye.

Nigga.

Look, man, thanks for them lawyers you sent down to get me out of that joint.

Pig -ass motherfucking cops are crazy, baby.

Look, don't sweat it. Anytime I can help a brother out, you know where I'm at.

I've gone into the den. There's somebody in there that wants to see you. Oh,

yeah? I'll be right back down as soon as I cool off this bitch I got up in my

bedroom.

You look tired.

You're in trouble.

Because you had to lie down in bed with that pretty face.

Is that what you came here to tell me?

Look, if for some freaky reason I still feel there is something deep between us,

let us not forget.

There's been something wrong.

You see, I happen to feel that there is something very powerful.

of being a woman.

If I'm here because I love you, doesn't mean I have to let you shit on me again.

You want to tell me about it?

All I know is that for the last two days, somebody's... Forget it, Frankie.

Some crazy pervert killed that girl, that's all.

Now, my men are going to take care of your case.

You ain't got nothing to worry about.

Who was this girl?

Where did she come from?

What was she doing here?

Don't you know anything about her? All I knew was that she was from Chicago.

I don't even know if it was her they were out to get on me.

But if somebody is out there trying to knock me off,

I'll be damned if I'm going to just leave myself wide open

to be kicked in the head by a bunch of sick

motherfuckers.

they did.

What's the trouble?

My car won't start, and I just twisted my ankle.

It's your startup, baby.

What you need is a mechanic.

Hey, but wait.

I've got to get downtown in a hurry. Will you take me?

I'll pay you.

What?

You will?

Well, you better get on in this car, lady, before somebody else grabs you.

Now, be careful now. You want to be careful now.

I'll be right around the other side.

You ready to go now?

This way?

name's Marcia, by the way.

Frankie, ma 'am.

Olivia.

Pistol, peck, and fist.

You just keep driving and do what I tell you to do.

Where are we going?

I said, we go where and when I say.

Now drive, mister.

Who sent you after me?

I don't know anything to tell you.

Now, look.

Now, I am in no mood to be gentle today, woman.

You better tell me something and tell me quick.

What are you going to do, hit me? Go ahead.

Hit me.

I don't care.

I didn't want to go after you.

They made me do it. Who they, God damn it? Who?

I've got this problem.

The problem is to keep myself looking like a woman, to keep myself alive.

That's your problem.

You're a junkie.

There's this friend of mine, and he's always kept me straight whenever I

the stuff.

I got real sick the other night, and I went to my friend, but he refused me.

He told me to die.

And that scared the shit out of me. So I told him I'd do anything.

And he took me to this black guy, Smith.

And Smith sent me after you.

He said you had something of his he had to have.

He didn't say what it was.

Just to bring you to him.

And he'd do the rest.

Did he mention a girl to you by the name of Melinda Lewis or Audrey Miller?

No.

Where are you supposed to be taking me?

I can't tell you that.

care what you do. I can't tell you

He works for these people out of town.

They sell them to me because I got to do them favors from time to time.

This keeps my business going, man.

Who?

It's just business, man.

I ain't never met him.

Did they kill that girl?

I don't know nothing about nobody getting killed, man.

He just said that the girl ran away with something that belonged to him.

She gave it to you.

Where's Smith now?

split when the girl they sent after you didn't show up. I don't know where he's

staying, if he's coming back. I swear I don't.

What good is your swears?

You a dead butcher!

I'm here.

Yeah, police headquarters.

Hello, police?

You want to bag yourself a heroin pusher?

You come to 4006 Romney Street.

Motherfucker.

What is it?

That girl?

She's inside there, dead.

What? You said you'd be here.

I was, but there was no answer. The house was locked tight. I was worried,

went to the gas station to call a tank.

Tank? Yes.

Now, you bend down, keep your legs straight, and place your hand up on the

Now, spread your legs just a little bit longer. Like this tape? Like that.

Now, when you feel I have the ball in my hands, well, then you've got to be able

to receive brutal punishment from the opposing line.

Okay. All right, now on four.

Set, hike.

One, two, three, three and a half, four.

Now, wait a minute, Frankie.

Wait my ass.

You were the only one who knew I was using your pad.

What are you talking about? Terry knew, and your old school buddy, Charles, is

that his name? He called me, and I told him you were there.

Frankie?

No good, Billy.

I can see from here the cops got my place covered.

Well, why don't we go to my place then? We can figure something out there.

Won't work.

Should have checked you out.

I know what.

Tanisha, my editor, she's in New York for a week. We can stay there.

Yeah, all right.

Sweated too hard, Frankie.

Too much of that emotional rigmarole can kill you.

Did I ever tell you about the woman who was always going to meet this man and he

was always going somewhere else?

The whole trip became so involved.

Crushed a nerve in her mind.

You know what was wrong with both of them?

All they ever did was give each other their weakness.

That's what kills people.

Yeah.

I gotta get some air, baby.

I had to tell him some things.

You had to tell him some things?

I had to tell him some things or he might have killed me.

So you come here to me because you're scared shit of what Greg will do to you.

Hank!

Dirty!

Lowlife bastard!

What the fuck are you screaming about?

I'm losing my patience with you, Frankie.

Did he tell you what he told me about you?

And I don't care what he told you.

I'm in business, man. I got a deal with all kind of people.

People who go around chopping up girls?

No, no, I didn't have anything to do with those girls getting killed.

Frank, I don't want to hurt you.

Nobody wants to hurt you.

But the way you've been going at this thing, it's just like a man out of his

head.

I've got that they won't, Tank.

I don't know, Frank. I swear I don't know.

Who is Mitch, Tank?

Who the fuck is Mitch?

Mitch is my partner.

He owns this club.

He owns everything.

So you asked them to let go.

No, no. I didn't even see that girl until you brought her to the party.

I swear, Frankie, I... Why

did they kill a tank?

She was Mitch's girl.

She took something that belonged to him.

I don't know what these people are after. I swear, Frankie, I swear.

No wonder so many running backs...

to tell me you're going to make those men think you have what they're looking

for?

That's dumb, Frankie.

That's the only way I'm going to stay alive, baby.

As long as they think I got their merchandise, then they're going to have

deal with me.

What kind of dealing can you do with a bunch of killers?

You have no choices, Frank.

Go to the police or something.

But don't play a stupid game with those men and get yourself killed.

Or with some party bitch.

Oh, no.

Oh, I should be sorry I said that.

I love myself too much for that.

I want you for me.

If I need you, I need you for me.

If you put me in that bed and fuck me, I want it to be me and not some

dead broad that you had just for two nights.

Hell no, I'm not sorry, Frankie Barker.

We mourn, son.

I know you feel better.

I can appreciate it.

And if my head ain't cool, then we'll get through that, too.

That girl, Melinda.

To live with that man.

White man.

She must have been in an awful lot of pain.

To her, I know her way from it.

The way she did.

Thank you.

Why did he have to kill her?

Mitch, I'm sorry. I mean, it couldn't be helped.

She put up such a fight, she was yelling and screaming.

Couldn't take the chance of her going to the police afterwards.

Anyway, he did find out that she passed the banknote to the disc jockey.

And you're sure it's in this bank?

Couldn't be any other place.

Mitch, what are we going to do about Tank?

For the moment, I think he might be of some use to us.

I want you to get him to me as soon as we find out what's going on in the bank.

You're sure nobody in the bank can be bought?

No, I tried, but those bank clerks are freaky bastards.

Well, we'll see.

Yes, Miss Miller did rent a box from us, but I'm sorry, sir. I can't possibly

let you into it.

But she left it here for me.

Now, look, sir. I am the owner of mid -century enterprises.

You saw those.

Miss Miller works for me as an assistant.

The package she put into your bank is the property of the company. I flew all

the way from Chicago for it. I can see your credentials are in order, sir, but

I'm afraid even if you had the key to the deposit box, I couldn't possibly

accommodate you.

No one can get into that box but Miss Miller.

I see.

Is Miss Miller still in town?

Of course not.

If she was, you think I'd be here having you to break my balls?

Sorry, sir.

Bank policy is bank policy.

Good day.

Sooner or later, this Frankie guy is going to come up with that key and

out some way to get into that box.

I want you to put two men outside here during back hours.

Will do, Mitch.

You're

not

going to get me fired from my job yet, Frank and Jay.

Don't worry about it, baby.

When I get back to the office...

Besides making Boston give you a raise, I'm going to have to sit on my knee now

and then.

I pick the knees I sit on.

You just give me one more day, Greg, I'll work it out.

Look, I just got off the phone with Mitch in Chicago.

And his hands are starting to shake.

You can't kill any more people, Greg.

I'll... I'll talk to Mitch.

No, no.

No more talk.

Talk's all over.

Well, if you'll just tell me what it is you're looking for.

What's wrong with you, Tank?

I just want you to do what I tell you to do.

Okay?

Huh?

Ray, my stomach's killing me.

Will you give me those pills for me?

You know, Hank, I'm beginning to believe what people say about you.

Do you know what they say about you?

They say that underneath all that muscle, that you're nothing but a

big blob of chicken shit.

Is that true?

I don't even have to take that kind of put -down from Bickham.

Thank you, thank you.

I never knew you had a nerve problem, too.

You ought to have your doctor prescribe you some of those pills.

No help.

Mick?

Oh, it's good to see you.

It's been a long time.

It's good to see you, Mitch.

It's a surprise.

Oh, is it a pleasant surprise?

You betcha.

I spoke to your brother before I left Chicago.

He told me to tell you everything is cool on his end.

Look, Mitch.

When I borrowed that money from you, the deal was strictly legit.

It didn't say anything about my doing the kind of things Greg has been asking

to do.

But we are friends.

And I am your business partner, right?

Yes. Well, that's the way things are, Tank.

I can't help that.

And neither can you.

Now... You know this disc jockey real well.

You just tell me everything about him.

Where his weak spot is.

Who he loves and who he hates.

I promise you.

We'll make his legs bend just enough so tears will flow from his eyes.

And he will voluntarily help us clear this mess up.

And I won't have to turn Greg loose on it.

Okay, Tank?

Okay, Mitch.

Greg.

Your man Smith told that junkie too much last night.

He knows a lot about my business with that union election incident, doesn't

Yes, he will.

He makes me nervous.

Find some excuse to send him to Kansas City.

And give Roger a call to shower him with a warm reception when he gets there.

You understand what I'm talking about, Greg?

Look, Mitch.

Smith is one of my most valuable men. He's a buzzer!

His orders were to get that package.

He killed Audrey for nothing.

You sent him to Roger, Craig.

Excuse me, Bert.

Was there anything in the box? Yeah.

There's only one problem with it.

This is the bank deposit box key. Right.

And I can't get into that box.

Nobody can but her, and she's dead.

Let's face it, baby.

I'm fast becoming a loser.

Do you still have her license?

Yeah.

Give it to me.

What? I said give it to me, Frankie, please.

What's the license for?

Audrey Miller is not dead, and she has this license to prove it.

And you're thinking about... Going to the bank, that's right.

Do you know how much time you get in the slams for defrauding a bank woman?

Time, Frankie Parker, is merely a measurement between here and there,

now and tomorrow, and life and death.

Miller. Miss Audrey Miller. Thank you, Miss Miller. You're welcome.

Yes, would you please sign here where the exit?

I don't quite get this, Miss. No, it's just a statement in your own handwriting

testifying to the fact that you're not dead.

I'm not dead.

You're not dead.

Thanks.

Now may I see your identification, please?

Thank you. You're welcome.

Would you excuse me a moment, please? Sure.

Mrs.

Miller? Hello.

Well, Mrs. Miller, I see you're back in town. Oh, yes, I was, uh...

I was in Rome a couple of days. Oh.

You ought to try it sometime.

Well,

now, Miss Miller, have you any other identification besides your driver's

license? Well, isn't that enough?

Well, you see, it's an out -of -state license, and the bank requires something

local with your name on it.

Well, I see from your car rental receipt you're staying at the Central City

Motor Inn. Yes.

Mary, would you get me the Central City Motor Inn, please?

The Central City Motor Inn?

This is Mr. Hawthorne from the Westland Bankers Trust.

I'd like to verify a tenant staying at your motel.

Mm -hmm.

Thank you.

This won't take long.

She'll be right back, she said.

I don't give a damn if she never comes back. Now, look, I'm getting sick and

tired of this.

Now, I walk in here and you treat me like I'm some damn crook. Miss Miller,

what's wrong?

What's wrong? What's wrong, my ass? You know what's wrong. Look, if I was a

white woman and I walked in here and wanted to get into my bank deposit box,

wouldn't have to go through half this shit.

Hey, shush. Shush, my ass bitch. Now, look, I want my fucking property or my

barrenness banked down.

Now, now, Miss Miller, there's no need to get excited. Look, I don't want to

hear it. Just take me to my stuff.

Take her to her box, Miss Brown.

Yes.

Those people in the bank scared the shit out of me.

Yeah, but you did it, baby. You killed him.

Hold it.

I don't understand this.

Maybe she gave it to you as a gift.

No, nothing like that.

It says on it, from Mitch to Audrey.

This is solid gold, baby.

It's got to be more than just a cigarette case.

I know, but what?

Even if I wanted to go to the police, this wouldn't help me.

I am going to do one thing, though.

What? I'm gonna give it back to you.

But on my own terms.

Marshal.

Jenkins. Murphy.

Smith. You've had quite a few names in your day, old buddy.

That second job you did on the white girl out at Robinson's Beach House was

messy you left your prints all over the place.

Now, are we going to stay here all night?

Or are you going to give me a statement now so we can all get a good night's

rest?

I'll put it in your face.

Call your man and tell him I've got his package.

If he warns me, he's going to have to meet me on my own ground.

He says he'll meet you, but in his own territory.

You tell him to be at Ferguson's flat in one hour, or I'm going to the cops.

He says to meet him at Ferguson's flat in one hour, or he goes to the cops.

Do what I told you to do. You got one hour.

On Greg.

He kind of lodged things up for you in L .A., huh?

In a way, yes.

Well, I shouldn't have taken on that union job.

I did need the money.

But the scope of it was too much.

A little ego man at the top of my brain wouldn't go to sleep.

Why did Audrey turn on me?

Got an hour, Mitch.

Gentlemen, if you please.

most successful black union man, gentlemen.

He'll no longer trouble you.

And there's my faceless, little, weak, desperate man. My loser.

My dispensable fool without a motive.

Now he too is dead by the clockwork of my plan.

A perfect execution.

That's what it was.

And I masterminded and orchestrated it all.

I just wanted to show you gentlemen exactly what you have paid for.

Yes? It's me, Mitch.

I forgot my purse.

Done, Mitch.

Good.

Call Jack.

Tell him we'll see this man tomorrow morning at Rome's place.

Morning.

We don't have to rush now, Greg.

We've got our disc jockey by the balls.

Frankie, he won't come to you.

Listen, you tell him he's got Terry, man.

Don't you hurt that woman. Don't you put your fucking hands on her.

Don't you touch her. Believe me, Frankie, do what he says. This man is

playing.

Okay.

What do I mean?

He'll do it your way, Mitch.

I got it.

Okay, Mitch.

I'm to take you to him tomorrow morning.

Early.

You know, Tank, I'm getting...

You're going to win?

I don't know where they'll take him.

So I'm going to have to play this by ear.

Which means that you're going to have to keep a very close watch on all our

movements.

Don't worry about it.

You just watch yourself.

Good luck.

Power to you, Frankie.

Thanks, Charles.

I'm going to need it.

You are Frankie Parker, I'll bet.

This is not the best kind of meeting for two men to have, but we do have some

things to talk about.

And you will have breakfast with me.

Come.

Sit.

You're not going to join us?

I didn't come here to eat no breakfast, man.

Where's Terry?

I've heard you were a direct man.

Cut out the bullshit, man, and give me my woman.

I'm sorry, Mr. Parker. You'll have to wait.

The old tank wouldn't miss this meal for nothing.

Greg tells me the tank would either eat than fuck.

This ain't a whole lot.

Am I right, big boy?

Right, Mitch.

Please, sir.

My friends here are getting nervous.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Of course, I've never been able to like this town. It's too plastic for me.

So what do you do?

You get on the phone and have people killed.

From your 30 -floor tower in Old Soulful, Chicago.

You're an arrogant bastard, aren't you?

I'm a man that's scared.

And madder than your mama's husband.

And if I don't see my woman soon, you're gonna feel how mad I really am.

You have my cigarette case? Yes.

Hand it over.

And you'll get your woman.

You really think I'm stupid?

I don't have it with me.

You have to come and get it.

Not me.

I'll send my men with you.

Where is he?

There you go again.

Underestimating my intelligence.

You wait here.

Where they keeping Terry, Tank?

It's

Terry.

Get me out of this place.

Please get me out of here, please.

Take her out of there.

No.

She stays there.

But you keep that picture in your mind of her in there when you go with my men

to return my property to me.

Let's go.

Lieutenant,

this is Smith statement.

If you ask me, this is one for the FBI.

Sure hope them motherfuckers are here.

I'm gonna see what's in it.

And if you don't show me, I'm gonna feed you to them fucking snakes out

there.

What she didn't know was that she recorded that thing on a dirty tape.

Now ain't that a bitch?

Yes. That's exactly what it is, mister.

There's no more to do.

Come on, let's go.

Later, Frankie.

I sure know how to mess things up, don't I?

Old Artie with you, isn't he?

Yeah, but... Did anybody ever tell you... that you are one... mean

ass... beautiful... snake child?

Come on, baby.

Let's go on home.

Come on.

Makes fools and kings, oh, baby.

See life anew.

Love is more than for many.

A woman every moment we put in it.

I believe it ought to last forever.

Like when you get a little wet.