EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY
Gerry’s in hyper drive, doing 150mph down the lot. He
slams the breaks and comes to a screeching halt by the
steps, occupied by Dume.
Nicky gets out, followed by Gerry & Slim, and storms
his way straight into Dume’s face.
DUME
What’s good, Little Nicky?
NICKY
Don’t you fucking “Little Nicky” me,
you negroid, you. Where the fuck do
you get off saying you’re gonna go
and kill Slim’s uncle?
DUME
Benny.
NICKY
Benny! What’d you think, it wasn’t
gonna get around?
DUME
You sticking your beak into business
that you ain’t supposed to, Nicky.
NICKY
You said Benny’s in for something?!
You’re gonna ice Slim’s grandmother!
You and who, the bloods?!
DUME
I said they’ll be a serious problem,
yeah, that’s what I said.
NICKY
I don’t know whether you know this
or not, but your ass ain’t on the
ground right now because I haven’t
decided to do anything yet!
DUME
I -
NICKY
I’m what counts out here, not your
little half-assed threats, or your
Schwarzenigger physique - or your
fucking imaginary gang of crips -
not your fucking fitted or your
fucking white tee – and what the
fuck are you dressed like that for
anyway?! You a baby gangsta! I’m
what counts.
DUME
You got some cajones, y’know that,
for a little guy your size.
NICKY
With all due respect, get this through
your head, you smokey, silverback,
spear-chucking motherfucker, you.
You don’t ever come around this
neighborhood saying you’re gonna kill
anybody, especially Benny, whom by
the way, I consider one of my own
family members! You think you’re
Larry Hoover, think you’re fucking
big time - everyone here would take
a piece of your fucking spook ass!
You’re fucking warned. You fucking
hear me? Ya fucking hear me, I
said you’re fucking warned!
DUME
Ya’ll sweet young bouls need to
bounce like a bad check before ya
get embarrassed.
Nicky swings at Dume, a devastating haymaker that connects,
taking him straight off his feet, tumbling down the steps.
The three of them walk down after him.
NICKY
I’m not embarrassed. How bout you,
Slim, you embarrassed?
SLIM
Nah.
NICKY
You embarrassed, Gerry?
Gerry nods no.
NICKY (cont’d)
See, we ain’t embarrassed.
They start to dance all over Dume, kicking him viciously
and repetitively till he’s a bloody mess.
NICKY
What happened to the fucking tough
guy told my friend he was gonna
run up in his house and spray his
family with bullets? Huh? What in
the blue fuck happened?!
Gerry bends over and dips Dume’s pockets, pulling out a
wallet and pack of smokes. Checks the wallet: $200.
GERRY
This is mine now, buckwheat.
DUME
You motherfucker. I’ll getchu, I -
I’m gonna getchu.
Gerry kicks him in the stomach and Dume rolls over.
NICKY
Speak again - you’re getting sent
back to Africa via a shipping
cargo. I dare ya.
DUME
(mumbling)
Chicken shits…
Nicky just looks at Gerry & Slim, shocked. He starts
kicking Dume again.
GERRY
C’mon - let’s get the fuck outta
here - get some steaks. It’s on
me.
(pause)
Or should I say it’s on Dume?
Gerry refers to the wallet, and laughing together, they
jog up the steps and back to the van, taking off.
DUME
(through gasps)
I’m’a getchu!
