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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.