:49:01
...and busted some caps
in those non-tax-payin', disease-carryin'...
:49:05
...land-stealin', sheep-fuckin', punk-ass pilgrimsl
:49:08
So, instead of turkey...
:49:10
...I had cornbread, black-eyed peas,
greens and ham hocks.
:49:13
But since I gave up the swine,
the ham hocks was out, you know?
:49:16
Now, I guess you're wonderin'
where I learned how to cook.
:49:20
Well, I'll tell you: It was from Mrs. Brooks...
:49:22
...one of the many foster parents
that I was shuffled to.
:49:41
-Yeah?
-Garret Hotel, front desk in one half hour.
:49:45
No, I don't work on holidays.
:49:48
It says here you work on Sundays and holidays.
I got it right here.
:49:52
Shit, man, get Sala!
He works Sundays and holidays!
:49:56
A special two-hour Homicide
is coming on tonight.
:49:59
He won't come.
:50:01
Listen, fuck that! Get the Milkman.
He don't even celebrate holidays!
:50:05
He's in D.C.
:50:07
D.C.? Every-fuckin'-body in D.C.
:50:12
How am I gonna get down to some hotel?
I got greens on right now.
:50:16
Holiday pay.
:50:19
So, after a little arm twistin', I decided to do it.
:50:22
Hell, holiday pay seemed pretty good to me...
:50:24
...especially since I was plannin' to disappear
after this job.
:50:27
A little extra paddin' in my nest egg
wouldn't hurt nobody.
:50:31
This guy was supposed to vanish.
So I had to set some things up with the Deli.
:50:36
Who's this?
:50:38
Herman, who is it?
:50:40
Bishop, how you doin', kid?
:50:50
Now here's where shit gets shitty.
:50:52
I'm gonna go whack Johnny Atwell,
a sniveling little dope dealer...
:50:55
...with a bad toupee
and breath that smells like butt crack.
:50:59
At least that's what the profile had on him.