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What's up, Ma? Need a handbag?

I got it all, everything you need. Just name it. Everything.

-You got some Gucci? -Got it all.

I can give you one for free, so far as you promise me a date.

Ups and J's, yo. Ups and J's. Wholesale, wholesale, wholesale.

I got them sneakers, yo. CDs, DVDs, man.

I got the black and red, white and... Yellow and shit with the red.

I'm Butterfly Dog. I got everything.

Gonna holler at me, you already know.

Give me my money, Yo. Sixteen in a box. It's not a 20 box.

Hello, beautiful.

Louis Vuitton, Coach, Pradas.

Yo, where the fuck you been? I'm hustling like fuck.

Yo, you always look that freshy, freshy. You feel me?

What you working with today? What you need?

Some Prada. Something like that.

I got it all. I got Gucci, Prada. Just name it. I got everything.

Go to the back, please. All the way to the back.

-The back? -Yeah. Here.

Let me open that door for you.

Everything you need, pretty. Come.

Watch your head, please.

Like what you see?

The new J's, new Forces. I got the Gucci, new 5's.

See what I got? I got mad shit for my people.

Don't even worry about it. The prices is mad lovely too, you know?

Yo, you see that neat Lebron right there? I'll tell you, that's a good price.

-You got the Uptowns, right? -I got all the Uptowns.

-The orange stripe? -Yeah, so how much is it?

-There you go, right there. -That's what it is. That's love.

-You coming back? -I told you, I always, always come back.

Do you have change?

Bye, sweetie.

You got a cigarette?

There's mad money outside. Come outside.

Get the fuck out of here. Let's make some money, nigga.

Louis Vuitton, Coach, Prada. Got it all.

The bags, Mama, you need that? Talk to the man.

Come with me, beautiful. Don't be scared. I don't bite.

It's the good old New York City.

You don't have to be a womanizer, you know what I'm saying?

All right. I'll be back next month. Two boxes. All right, Papi.

What you need? Chill, talk to me.

I got Gucci, I got Prada, I got Dooney & Bourke.

-Are they real? -Yeah.

Can you bring them out here?

No, no, we cannot do that. Let me get this door.

Don't worry. It's only merchandise. Right through there.

-Yeah? Okay. -Got everything in the back.

Aren't you happy now?

Chinese man stitch that shit by hand.

-You know, hand-stitched Chinese shit. -It looks good.

That's why we give them 10% for charity. It goes to Chinese kids.

-Ten percent goes to Chinese charity. -Really?

-Two fifteen, no? -Yeah, yeah.

Yo, it's trial day.

Give me that shit, 'cause it's trial day.

Come on, give me the rest.

-It's trial day. -What rest?

Here.

Go, get your ass in the street. Come on.

It's crazy out there, man. It's cold too.

...traffic and more...

Get back in your fucking car!

Shit, it's cold!

How are you?

-Hi. -Hi.

-How are you? -I'm fine. How are you?

Good. Are we eating anything?

-I'm going out. -Really?

-I wish you'd told me. -I did tell you.

You should listen.

-Look who's talking. -Nigga went to China.

He got everything.

Yo, he got two containers coming in for the 25.

I haven't been on Broadway for a week now.

I heard they got new Jordans and shit. Who got them shit?

Air Forces. White on white, nigga.

The other day you know what happened? I asked him for tip--

Don't talk to me when I'm rolling weed.

-Yeah... -You fuck up my concentration.

You heard about the amnesty shit they giving?

Bush, please give amnesty, nigga.

Here's what they'll do.

They'll give you a paper and send your ass to Iraq.

Look in my eyes, man to man. You fuck that yet?

Man, why should I tell you if I fuck that?

We're just saying if you beat it or what, nigga, hear what I mean?

All right, beautiful. Bye.

Yo, get the fuck out of here. My shorty's coming.

Don't you wanna close the door?

Ooh, somebody's been smoking.

-No, cut it out. -Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Let me take them clothes off. I need that.

-Voulez-vous contre moi? -"Voulez-vous..."?

-I'm trying, baby. -Okay, "voulez-vous" is all right,

but I suppose what you wanted to say was: "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?"

Coucher avec moi. How do you say "I love you"?

-Je t'aime. -Je t'aime.

Je t'aime.

-Je m'appelle Lucky. -Je m'appelle Lucky.

-I'm Lucky, from... -De...

Je m'appelle Lucky.

-Hustler. -No, no, no.

I'm a salesman, basically.

A professional salesman.

-A professional salesman? -Yeah, with degrees and everything.

-With degrees. What type of degrees? -Yeah, from...

From the school of, you know, Broadway.

-Check it out. -Why are you bringing the VCR?

That's my storage box. My safe.

-Hello. -Baby.

I've saved 2 G's.

Are you serious? Two thousand?

I'm getting champagne.

-No, no, no, you're not getting champagne. -For tomorrow.

No, no. You're going to school, remember?

-Come on, let's sleep. -Can I get some one more time?

Can I hit that shit real quick?

You wanna hit what shit?

-Can I make love to you? -Yeah, I like that better.

I go downtown, go downtown, baby.

Please. Please.

My God.

This kid is mad heavy, and it's fucking freezing out here.

I'm tired of this shit. I'm about to get sick.

He looks for people that look like they got money,

and then hustles them to get inside, takes them upstairs,

goes ahead and fucking, you know, makes them buy some fake-ass shit.

Get off my earring, man.

What you need, my dude? You need some bags, Uptowns and Jordans?

-Timberlands? -Who be selling the weed out here?

-No, I haven't seen him today. -No, he got locked up...

Yeah, they're not great.

You're stressing me out. I don't like that shit.

Linda, I'm not trying to stress you out.

Mama, I got bags.

Louis Vuitton, Coach, Prada, Gucci. I got everything.

You're the one who wants a purse.

I don't know. Judith Leiber?

-Pardon? -Judith Leiber?

-Yeah. -You do?

I have everything, everything.

This doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel right at all.

Just shut up. Let's just do it and that's it.

It's not gonna hurt you.

You got first quality, second quality, and third quality.

I only deal with first quality because I do wholesale.

-Where around the corner? -Right around the corner.

Come on. We got time to kill. Why don't we go?

Please, Mama, I swear to God, I've got everything.

-Let's go on an adventure. -Okay. All right.

Fuck!

-You not police, though, right? -Do we look like police?

You never know. White people come in different colors.

Lev, wanna take these ladies for me? Two ladies for bags.

You crazy? The block is hot. Go to Alex. Get out of here. Go.

All right, come on, let's go. I'll take care of you. All right?

That's him!

Lucky!

Lucky!

-I don't think so. -Mama, listen.

-I just had knee surgery. -Mommy, you know what?

If you cannot climb it from the middle, I'll carry you up.

I'll make it up to you. I'll give a discount.

-A discount? -Yeah.

-Big deal. -That's funny.

Lucky!

Hey, Linda! What's popping? You looking good. Where the fuck you been?

Hold him for me. I'm not here for that shit.

-Let me finish with these customers. -Help me. Hold him.

-I got customers here. -They can wait.

What you need? Louis Vuitton, Coach, Prada? I got you.

Look, that's your son, and I need you to stay with him for a couple of weeks.

You funny.

Listen to me. I'm not playing. This is not a game.

This is your son, and I need you to help me with him.

-Come on. -Listen to me! He's your son!

Just take him!

I've been taking care of him for a year and a half.

Now it's your turn to take care of him.

-You are playing. -I'm serious. I gotta go.

So you do whatever you have to do, sell your bags,

do whatever, make your money, but take care of him.

-Yo, yo, wait, wait, wait. Linda. Linda! -I gotta go.

You know I never came inside you, nigga!

What are you trying to say, that I'm a fucking ho?

No, no, no. That's your son. Look at him, look at him.

-That's your son. -Look at him?

-We gotta go. -Bye.

You guys are playing, right? This is a joke. You crazy?

-Take the bag. Linda, let's go. -Hey, you.

-No, don't touch her. Don't touch her. -Take him and go!

-Yo, Linda. -Be a responsible father. Be a man!

-Take care of your fucking kid. I'm out. -Yo! Listen, why you doing this to me?

You crazy? Where the fuck you coming from?

Linda, listen. Linda, you crazy?

-No, stop. -What the fuck is going on?

-Listen, listen! Yo! -No!

Yo, Linda!

Yo, listen!

What the fuck is going on? I'll give you some money.

-Get off her! -Stop this shit!

Let go of her!

Stop that shit, man! No! What the fuck is wrong with you?

How could she can leave your baby like that? Man, you better--

Yo! What the fuck is this, man?

Be a man! Be a man!

You're gonna fucking take-- Go take care of your fucking kid!

-Pick your son up, man. Pick your son up! -You better come get the kid!

-Fucking faggot. -Yo, you better come get the kid!

That's your son. Back up.

Get in the fucking car!

-I told you from the fucking get-go. -Baby, get in the car!

Shut the fuck up! That's it!

Come get your fucking son, nigga!

Learn how to keep your fucking legs closed!

You and your stupid bitch get on my fucking nerves, nigga!

I was already in the car. Why'd you have to get out?

For real. We were already in...

You put me in the middle of this stupid shit.

You didn't have to get out the car.

You got me fighting in the street with this blood-diamond nigga.

This is 124th Street.

Yo, Linda, get on the fucking phone!

Stand clear of the closing doors, please.

Linda!

Linda!

Linda!

Where the fuck are you, Linda?

Linda!

Linda!

Yes?

-Hello? -Who are you?

-Please, where the fuck is--? -What you want?

Where the fuck is Linda, man?

Don't be cursing at my window. She moved out two weeks ago.

And don't be coming to my fucking window, saying nothing about her.

I don't want nothing to do with her.

Listen, listen. I'm real stressed! She came and leave this baby.

She left with her boyfriend to do her life.

I got nothing to do with it.

-Mommy, listen, I have no papers. -No!

-I don't know what the fuck that means. -She got me tired already.

I don't wanna deal with her crazy life no more.

That's your man? You take responsibility of him.

This baby is not my baby. Please!

If she doesn't care for him, why should 1? I don't wanna be bothered...

Where the fuck is she and the fucking boyfriend?

She moved towards Fordham somewhere. I don't know.

Please, Mommy, listen. I have no papers. What can I do with this baby? Please.

Shit!

Hey.

Listen. You listening? Now you hear me.

This is my house, all right? Listen.

Hey. I know you can hear me. This is my house.

You don't walk out of that door without me, without telling me.

I know you got pretty hair.

Stop bothering with your white-looking hair.

Now, you don't touch those. Those are my pornos.

You know, that is my special collection. Go to jail if you touch those.

Don't open that fridge. I got... I got drink. I'm talking about...

I got in there everything, all right?

You don't touch. You don't touch my smoke.

You don't look like me. I swear to God, you don't look like me.

I know you innocent and everything.

Don't cry. You'll make me cry.

God.

Hey, you fuck...

Look at your face.

Look at your face.

Your lips... May be Black.

The rest, no.

Shit!

Hello, baby. Can you come over tonight, please?

Shh.

All right. Call me when you get off the train.

All right. Bye.

Baby?

Almost there? All right. All right.

Sh-- Shit.

Come on.

My God.

I have to pee with him? I cannot do it. God, God.

Now stay right there. Don't look.

Stay right here. Look that way.

Okay. All right. All right.

Shit. I think that's my girl.

Stay here. Listen.

Stay-- Listen. Stay right here. Don't fucking move. That's my-- Shh.

What is it?

-Fucking shit. -What?

Some fucking shit just... Some... No. Well, do you wanna come in? Just come in.

You're acting very weird. What's wrong with you? Just talk to me.

-Lucky. Spit it out. -Baby, listen.

-Promise me you're not gonna freak out. -Promise what?

-Please. -Why do want me to promise that?

Just calm down. Just come.

This shit is driving me crazy, baby. Listen, don't freak out. Don't freak out.

I will if you keep talking like that.

Look how this freaking baby... Fuck. Baby, listen, this shit is... My God.

What is it?

My God, this shit is... Listen, this freaking girl I used to date, right?

Calm down. My God, you're stressing me out.

-Okay, what happened? -I don't even know how to--

Stop mumbling and tell me what it's about.

-You don't even know what's going on. -Then tell me what's going on, Lucky.

This stupid baby-- This stupid girl I don't even remember...

My God. She came to my job.

I don't even know how she found out about my job.

She came to the job, she dropped this baby off, she said it's my baby.

She left the baby on the street and left. What should I do?

Okay. No, no, no. You need to rewind this for me. Okay?

Rewind this for me?

I'm not rewinding nothing. I cannot say it again.

What are you telling me? Tell me the whole story. What?

-I left it upstairs. -You left what upstairs?

-Holy... -Baby, I told you. You think I'm joking?

-What the fuck is that? -I'm not joking, baby.

-What is that? That's your baby? -That's not my baby, baby. Listen.

Let's go downstairs, all right? Let's talk about this downstairs.

-My God, you have a baby. -This doesn't look like me.

Please, don't even kill me. Don't let me go crazy right now. Please.

Baby, come downstairs. The landlord, please.

-You-- -Shh! Shh.

-My God, you have a-- -Fuck.

Overtired baby.

Fuck.

You stay right there.

You have a baby.

That's what I get from this story, right? Right?

-I don't have a baby. -You don't have a baby? What is that?

-That's a baby, if you ask me. -Fuck.

Yeah. "Fuck." You could say that.

Stop screaming, stop screaming.

Stop screaming? I am fucking nervous right now.

I need your help, please.

Look at this-- Look at his face. Look at his face.

Look. That's nothing like me. Look, look, look.

He's gotta be a little dark. Baby, look. Look at his hair! Look at his hair!

If I ask you, what woman would come to you, just drop a baby...

I know somebody with a mixed kid. It doesn't look like that!

I know so many people with mixed kids. They don't look like you.

So this girl wakes up and thinks to herself:

"Hey, I'm gonna pick this guy randomly and drop the baby off."

-There has to be a relationship! -I'm telling you the truth.

I slept with her. I didn't even come inside her.

I swear to God. Any time I'm coming, I took it out!

I don't wanna know that.

-I swear to God-- -No, no, no. I don't wanna know that.

-Okay, okay, okay. -Fuck.

What? Did you call the police, do something?

-How can I call the police? -I don't know.

-I have no papers. You crazy? -Then--

-Then I don't know-- -That's why I'm going crazy.

-I would have taken him to the precinct. -Children's Services, something!

What type of mother would do this? What type of girl you sleep with?

Please, all right? She said two weeks.

Okay? Please, just help me out for two weeks, please.

I'm just praying she comes to pick this thing up.

La la.

-So has he eaten yet? -l was about to get Chinese for all of us.

You gonna have Chinese for dinner, okay?

What's so funny? I'm not playing right here.

See, he was hungry.

-Shut up and eat, do whatever. -No.

You be eating everything and go to sleep, SO we can make some love.

Hey, don't even think you're getting nothing.

-I'm stressed and-- -Hey! Don't go there.

All right.

I cannot do this.

It's okay. It's okay.

No!

It's okay.

It's all right. It's okay.

This is the, I counted, but why don't you count it one more time?

By the way, that shit you gave me two weeks ago, that fucking Lacoste?

-What about it? -That's Old Navy shit, man.

Come on, what are you talking about? Listen.

You sold them all and you don't even have one piece left.

-I made no penny on that. -Don't give me that. Not my problem.

Anyway, forget about that. I'm gonna make it up with something nice.

Got something real good. Crazy shit.

-Hey, Ali. -Hey, what's up?

-How are you? -I'm doing all right.

Good.

-So, what you got? -Air Force 1's, patent leather.

-What? -Air Force 1's, patent leather.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Yeah, I heard about that shit. Yeah.

-Uptowns, right? Yeah, yeah. -Yup.

-How much you got? -Full container.

I'm gonna drop you a nice price. You can sell it for 50, 55 a pop.

-How much is it? -Twenty pieces a box.

-Size seven to 13, prepacked-- -How much, man?

-Thirty-two dollars. -You're kidding me, $32.

Thirty-two. What do you mean, "You're kidding me, 32"?

I'm telling you, full shipment--

I make some money, you make some money, $28. We'll...

-We'll call it a deal, 28 bucks. -No speak English.

-What are you talking about? -I'm telling you, I can't do it.

No, fuck that. I'm not paying you 32 bucks.

Let me finish. You're not letting me talk.

-I'm telling you. -Tell me.

This is what I'll cut for you. Two weeks, cash, complete amount of money.

I charge you 30 a pop, and we all have a nice day.

-Two weeks. Thirty bucks. -All right.

Look at them big-ass lips. Look at yours.

Look at the nose.

Yeah, look at the nose. That is not a white boy's nose.

Fuck this shit. I cannot even get no fucking love.

Just go to sleep.

-Shit is crazy. -Shut up.

Air Force, DVDs, Air Force, DVDs.

Yo, what's up, my nigga? What are you doing?

-Who's this? -Man, this fucking bitch I used to...

-Remember that fucking bitch? -What bitch?

No, no, no, you playing, right? Homey...

You don't know what I'm going through, nigga.

He white, you Black, son. What the fuck are you doing?

-My God. My God. What the fuck? -Yo. This shit is not funny, nigga.

What's his name?

-I don't know his fricking name. -You don't even the fucking name.

The baby is white, you Black. You got an Oreo cookie.

This is not funny. This shit is serious. This is some serious shit.

This shit is killing me.

This is your color.

And this shit is half off.

This is hot.

Boss. Boss.

What "boss"? What is this?

The shit that happened yesterday, boss. That's why I couldn't come back.

Do I deserve this, boss? Just look. Do I deserve this?

This bitch dropped this shit on Broadway and threw it on me.

Mister.

-My God. -Hold on, brother.

She's like, "Hold the baby for me one second."

I hold the baby, she's like, "Take the baby. It's your baby."

-I'm like, "What the fuck? You crazy?" -Why didn't you go to the police?

-I need help. -Got this in 2X?

I cannot go to the police. I can never go to the police.

-Let me have this in a 2X. -My papers ain't right, boss.

How am I gonna go to the police?

I have everything. Come back tomorrow.

-My friend's in trouble. Sorry about that. -Forget it. Forget it.

Are you fucking crazy? Are you kidding me?

I think that bitch is on fucking drugs, nigga!

That bitch is smoking some fucking...

-Man, shit. What am [...? -Is he yours, man?

-On the real, I fuck her raw. -This is fucked up.

I fuck her raw twice.

You don't understand what you're getting yourself into.

Man...

Know what I'm saying? Do you understand what you're getting yourself into?

This is a little baby, man.

-What am I gonna do with this shit? -I don't know. You got fucked!

What the fuck is that?

That's some money. Just go home tonight, don't work.

Get the kid, buy him some milk. Get out of here.

-Keep him warm. It's cold outside. -Don't look at my face.

I don't look like you, you don't look like me. Don't look at my face.

-Don't look at my face. -Where's the daddy? Where's your daddy?

Yo, this is not funny, boss. Don't take this as a joke.

Here, hold on to him.

Hold him nicely. You don't hold a kid like that.

Hold him with the other hand. There you go. Okay. Put the hat on him.

All right? Go.

Come on. I'll see you tomorrow. Go.

-I'll call you when I get-- -Hold the kid! You're gonna drop the kid!

-I don't give a fuck. -Are you fucking kidding me? Hold the kid!

All right, now you go.

Sh... Fuck!

Damn! What the fuck you doing?

Go to sleep. My God.

Please do me a favor. Go to sleep. I don't wanna scream at you, okay?

Shit. Shit. Sh...

This fucking mother...

I hit you back.

You want to get like that? What the fuck am I gonna do with you?

I'm gonna teach you how to hustle.

We gotta hustle. You know how to hustle?

Ups and J's, yo.

Louis Vuitton, Mama. Coach, Prada, I got it all.

Fuck me. Nobody wanna look at me.

So give me the 25 for the Jordans right there.

Come on, how could I do you--? Just one pair for you?

This is one time. They can make it happen.

You had breakfast?

Come on. Hold on one second.

Lev? You gonna take 2.5 for the Ups?

Man, tsk, he said 27, nigga.

I have to get you some kicks, boy. Got to look good, just like me.

It's got the Louis printed all over it.

See the buckles? That's the real shit.

Take a couple. Take two of them.

-Do you have any more pink? -Right there.

-That's not pink enough. -You want pinky pinky.

Yeah. You have all these browns and stuff.

Go through there. There's a guy waiting for you.

-See what we got. Sure. -Thanks.

We got Gucci. We got Louis. We have Coaches. Prada.

-Can I see a Gucci? -That's real shit.

-We need a good price on this. -It's retail price I'm giving you.

What if we're buying four bags?

If you buy six, I'll give you a good price.

We only have money for four. I only need four.

Both of you gotta get same, you know what I'm saying?

Whatever it is.

-I'm gonna give you 75, 45. -Seventy, for real? Those Jordans...

How about 135?

-Let's just give him 140. It's four bags. -She deserves it.

I'm saying we all do what we gotta do. Forty-five, that's that one. One...

You need some bags? Dooney & Bourke. I got everything. I got bags, Mama.

I want these. You got these in 13's? You got those in 13's? I want both.

-I have size 13. -Okay.

-Yeah, we gotta... -Two pairs of 13's for, um...

-Look at that. -Yeah.

A going-out bag.

Don't worry. I got a lot of them. I got Coaches, I got Prada.

You got a date?

Well, look who's here.

-Hi. -What time is it?

I don't know. What time is it?

-It's four o'clock. -Is it?

Yup. Where were you?

I was out.

Out where?

Manhattan.

Where?

Manhattan.

Dance club?

Dance club.

With guys?

-What? -With guys?

That is a dumb question, Levon.

Sexy dancing?

Levon...

Were you flirting?

I know you love to flirt when you're drunk.

-You know I love to flirt when I'm drunk? -Yes, you do.

How do I flirt when I'm drunk?

"Hi. I'm--

I'm Nadia. I'm an artist.

I'm married." Do you say that stuff when you're flirting?

It's a stupid question.

I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come.

Okay.

Pull out.

Pull out.

What the fuck?

-It was good. -No.

You know I'm not on the pill.

Hello.

What? Fucking Linda? Where the fuck you been?

Listen. I need you to do me a huge favor.

Listen. Just wait.

How the fuck can you leave a kid? You crazy. Nobody would do that shit.

Man. Shit. You know what? Listen.

I need you to stay with the baby for two more weeks.

Shit. You stupid... Listen, I need to meet you.

Listen to me. I just need some more time. I have a lot of things going on right now.

I'm fucking frustrated with this-- This thing around me.

And you know how my situation is.

How am I gonna I take care of this fucking stupid...?

-I'm not calling you stupid... -Why you being so fucking difficult?

-Yo, Linda. What you doing in there? -I gotta go. I gotta go.

No, you can't. Let's talk about this.

-Two more weeks. I gotta go. -Open the door.

Are you still there?

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Okay. Okay.

You have any bright ideas?

Hey! Don't touch the heater.

-You understand? Comprende? -No.

It's your nap time, all right?

Go to sleep.

Yeah, like that.

-Yo, son, you know this dude named Lucky? -Yeah, what's up? I got whatever you need.

No, no, I gotta talk to him.

Man, I told you I got a better price.

No, I gotta talk to him about some personal shit.

Check around the corner in front of the store. He's usually there.

-Around the corner? -Around the corner.

-Good looking out. -All right.

-Hey, what up, man? You seen Lucky? -Who?

-Lucky. -Who's Lucky?

-Your boy Lucky that hustles for you, man. -What's up with Lucky?

Look, man, I need to speak to him about something.

What do you wanna talk about?

Just tell that motherfucker to stop calling my girl, Linda.

Or I'm gonna break that nigga's face again.

You're the guy who dropped the kid on him.

That was a fucked-up thing to do. Why would you do that?

-Watch your fucking mouth. -What the fuck is wrong with you?

Get the fuck out of here. Get the fuck out of here, I said.

Fuck you, nigga. You can suck my dick!

-Motherfucker. -Faggot-ass nigga.

You only spending two hours on Broadway.

How much you make, $10 today?

You gotta buy diapers, food.

You spent $400 on toys,

and your landlord's chasing you for his fucking money, the rent money.

-Look. -I'm going through shit, nigga.

Nothing in the fridge. No beer, nothing, nothing!

-I gotta feed this little man. -Nothing. What you doing?

That's not your son!

You not listening!

What? What is it?

-Baby, listen. -Itis 7 a.m.

I'm gonna kill this baby. Please. I'm gonna kill this baby.

-Go look! Go look! It's crazy. -This better be good. I'm telling you.

I came all the way here.

-Baby, I'm sorry. -Yeah, you better be.

La Ia.

Uptowns. Jordans. Timberlands.

Shit. Not making no money today.

You need some Coaches, Mama? Louis Vuitton, Prada? Shit.

Put this shit on or you're gonna get cold.

Fucking killing me!

Yo, yo, yo.

Yeah, I know it's cold. But, you know, we gotta do this.

Fuck this shit!

-Which one looks like... -That one.

-This one? -That one. Take it.

-Five-0, 28th. -Hold on a second.

What's up?

Levon, five-0, 28th.

-Five-0 up the block, man. -Shit, niggas. Keep it low, all right?

Please, just be quiet.

Thanks.

Hey. No, it's okay. Don't worry about it.

There's police out there, outside. Let's do it and get out of here.

Not right outside. I mean, if you wanna get something else, hurry up.

Let's do it and get out of here.

Everybody's shutting down right now.

Don't worry about it. Don't be scared, woman.

Look what you've done to me. Look, look at me.

Look what I'm wearing. This look good for hustler?

Look at me, like fricking... What's her name? Martha whatever.

The one on TV.

Life sucks! Life sucks with you! Shit!

Man, this shit is gonna kill me. I hate being mean to you, but trust me.

I'm stressed out. And don't fall!

Here.

Here, please eat for me, please.

Om, om. Om.

Here.

-Cookie. Cookie! -Cookie? We got no money for cookies.

No money for cookies.

-What you doing? -I'm packing up my stuff.

I've been waiting long enough for you to pick it up.

Ma, don't start with me now.

Don't start nothing, Linda.

And take Eduardito's stuff too. You take all his stuff.

And by the way, there was this guy with the baby, with Eduardito,

coming looking for you, yelling like a crazy ass.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa. -Calling, "Linda!"

Slow down, slow down, slow down.

-You wanna take it? Take it. -Ma, I can't take all this shit.

I don't care. You wanna leave? You take it. Take all his stuff.

When you left out of here, you left out of my house with your son,

and then this man come out the window, yelling, "Linda, Linda!" like he's crazy.

Cursing me out, and with Eduardito in his arm.

He didn't even know how to carry him.

Don't you think about your son, how he's suffering? Can't you?

-Take it. Okay? All right? -Come on, Ma, why you doing this?

-He's fine. He's healthy, he's fine. -He's not fine. He's not.

He eats, he sleeps, he shits, he does everything. He's fine.

Look at those pictures. That's your baby. You don't miss him?

Look at his picture. Look. Look at Eduardito.

Look. He gots your eyes, your nose...

and that big forehead.

He's not even gonna remember this when he gets older.

-That's what you think. -He gonna be grown.

He ain't gonna remember none of this. He's still gonna love his mommy.

Like you didn't remember anything, right?

When your father walked away from me and left me and I had two jobs?

Okay?

No.

Don't let it go.

This one over here has a hologram.

-Give it back. -No!

Lucky, pay attention here for a second.

-Yeah, I'll be right there. -You see these here?

They come in black and gold

with a bit of red inside.

Come on.

-Dude, yo. -Show me the other one.

-The one before this. -The one before this? Hold on.

This came in last week.

I got these available, four colors, size seven and a half to 13.

Everything you need.

-You want a blue? -No.

-These are number 20's. -Come on.

Those have been out.

Go take care of your son.

He's making too much noise, spilling milk.

Let me talk to the dude right here. Do what you do.

It's not even his kid. It's a white kid.

That kid is almost Lebanese, I think.

-No? Look at him. -I'm Lebanese. Don't be saying that.

Mixed kids, when they're young, they're like that color. They darken up.

Does he look like him?

Of course he looks like him. Look at his eyebrows.

Please. Eyebrows, nigga?

Seriously, just because he's light doesn't mean he's not your child.

These motherfuckers...

If you take the quantity you promised, I'll give it to you for that much.

Let me see.

I'm sorry...

Listen. You know what? Come here. Wanna do me a favor?

Wanna do us both a favor? Here.

Take this and this. Go roll that shit, leave us alone.

-We'll do this here. -I'm holding on to this. Don't play.

Don't fuck with that shit, man. Just roll that shit and come back.

I need the orange Air Force 1's,

as many as you can get me.

I'm talking 300 pairs, 500-- Look at me. I'm serious.

Look, I got a store down there, they put, like, "Air Force Ones," like:

&' I got my Air Force 1's I got my Air Force ♪

Blast it outside, and all these crunkheads?

They go there and they buy it like hotcakes.

Yo, Lucky, I mean, I gotta talk about the pink elephant in the room.

-What...? -You didn't know what happened?

She came on Broadway and threw the baby on me and bounced, nigga.

-Is it your baby? -I don't think so.

-I mean, some shit... -What the...? If you're serious

and you wanna know for sure SO you can make the right decision,

all you gotta do, Papi, is, like... There's a thing called DNA test.

Just go get it. It's 300 bucks and you get a DNA test.

-Can 1? Can 1? All right. -Yeah, yeah.

I'm gonna come back next month.

No doubt. I'll be right here for you.

-Hey, baby. -Hey.

I got you a purse.

Lucky, all seriousness, get that DNA test.

You got it, boss. God bless.

-I need fricking help, all right? -I am here, aren't I?

I am here, okay?

I'm just trying to say, just be a mother.

-Why can't you act like a mother? -Okay. This is the part...

Listen. You're not going nowhere. You're not going nowhere.

You're not going no-fucking-where.

Listen to me. Listen to me because I'm gonna tell you this once, okay?

-I'm gonna tell you this just once. -I'm not trying to be crazy.

It is not my baby, all right? It is not my baby.

I did not do this baby with you. I am not even supposed to be here.

Do you know how many girls would have left you?

Do you know? Look at me.

-I didn't say you should-- -No, no, no.

All right, I got the message. No, no, no. What's his name?

You don't even have a name for the child, and you're asking me,

me, who didn't even bear the child, to act like a mother?

Hey, don't touch me. Don't touch me. Lucky, I'm very angry.

Please don't touch me.

& Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you ♪

You look pretty.

-What? -You're pretty.

I'm pretty?

You're pretty.

You don't recognize the restaurant?

Yeah. What about it?

Forgot? This is where we had the first date.

-What's funny? -Nothing.

How many fucking birthdays are you gonna have here, man?

It's a restaurant, not a birthday hall.

-& Happy birthday to you ♪ -& Happy birthday ♪

Jesus fucking Christ.

-My man. What's up? -What's up, little man?

That shit Levon ordered?

-l need three boxes. -Don't know what you're talking about.

I got my life savings. I wanna flip it. I know.

That shit's his.

I know my man ordered them, but I need them.

-I gotta double my money. -Listen. That's for him. That ain't yours.

-He paid a deposit on it. -I know, nigga.

-Ain't happening. -I'll give you a dollar extra.

-Two dollars and I'll think about it. -One fifty.

Two dollars and I gotta think about it.

I got my life savings. I gotta flip that shit.

Whatever. I got some shit to do. You gotta get out of here.

Thirty-two dollars, I'll think about it. Let me do what I do.

-Don't make this shit hot for me. -Fuck, let me give you $32.

But listen, this ain't no-- I'm not delivering three boxes.

I got-- My man got a van. I'm gonna pick it up.

-Bring your man, do whatever you want. -Thirty-two, between me and you.

Just move, let me do my shit. Go. Do what you do.

Yo, I think we can flip at least three boxes in a day.

No, three. Three boxes in a day, we can flip.

I got the money in my hand right now. Two G's. All I need is the van.

Stop that stupid sh...

Man, I'm not making no money with this stupid baby,

and Karina is about to leave me.

Got to do this now, Ralph, I got to do this now.

-That's you, Brad. -What you talking about?

♪ Bang, bang, bang ♪

Yo, homey.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

I'm telling you, pretty sweet sale, my nigga.

We're gonna sell all these boxes.

-That's 13, right? -Size 13.

All right, there's a couple of boxes and flip that shit.

My boy.

I see smiles on your faces.

♪ Get rid of it less than a minute Submitted, cemented

♪ See, when I spoke it, I meant it... ♪

Give me the money.

-Give me the money. -No!

All right, that's your commission, boy. All right? Hold on to it.

Man, it's cold, nigga. What are you...? It's cold!

Stop it, stop.

It's cold. Aren't you cold, nigga? Cold!

Yo, my man needs size 11, and you had size nine. Hurry up.

There's mad money on the street.

♪ Do that Get your money, all the homeys... ♪

-A'ight? -Yes, you damn right.

-A'ight? -A'ight?

A'ight? Make some money. A'ight?

-A'ight. -A'ight, a'ight, a'ight.

What'd you do?

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Yo. Yo, Levon. Do this-- You should learn to do this shit.

-Are you kidding me? No. -See? I got skills now.

This is giving me mad skills, nigga.

You got it, boy!

What the fu...?

Fu...

Yo. Yo, what the fuck happened here?

I don't see no shit in the car! You came here...

Man, what the fuck? What the fuck is...? What...?

Where the fuck you at, then? Yo, you better run down here right now.

The fuck!

Yo, what the fuck is going on? Look at this shit, nigga. The shit is...

-What the fuck? -What happened?

Yo, I just went to the store right now.

I went to the store to change this bitch.

-You left the door open? -I don't know.

Man, fuck.

Yo, boy, listen. What the fuck is going on here? Fuck!

Fuck.

Yo, homey, I called everybody, and nobody knows nothing, yo.

Yo, Lucky.

Yo.

Yo!

I don't really talk to anyone about it.

-I feel like I have no friends now. -[lwoman] You have plenty of friends.

What is this? What is all this shit?

-It's me moving in with Serena. -Can we talk about this for a second?

-She's not discussing it, she's leaving. -Give me a minute.

There's nothing to talk about. Hey, don't be rude. She's helping...

I want to talk to you. Have a seat.

-Will you stop? She's leaving, okay? -Just...

Give me five minutes with my wife.

Sit down a second, sit down. You gotta calm down.

Get the fuck out of here, man! What is wrong with you?

Remember you were talking about that, counseling thing?

-I don't wanna do that anymore. -Come on.

-Don't do this. -It's past that.

What do you mean?

I wanted to do that a year ago.

We're married people. Married people don't take breaks.

-This is not a real marriage. -What do you mean, not real?

Levon, we all know that if it hadn't been for your green card...

Jesus! Why would you bring that now? Why would you say such a thing?

-Because we all know-- -I wouldn't get married for a green card.

We had a whole fucking big marriage. You put this ring on my hand.

We were in the church, the cake, our parents... What are you talking about?

I was overwhelmed. I was 23 years old, and my mother wanted--

Shame on you! You know...

Shame on you! I can't believe you don't see this.

It's so obvious.

I'm sick of it. I really am.

I'm 26 years old.

Why are you standing here?

I don't know what to do. 'Cause I don't know what to do.

-Nadia, is everything okay? -Shut the fuck up.

She is not one of your hustlers on Broadway.

You can't talk to everybody like the way you talk to them.

Let's just get out of here.

-This is not fucking happening. -Yes, it is fucking happening.

-No! Okay. -Shut the...

I'll leave that one there.

Would you just stop this whole thing?

-No. I'm not stopping. This is it. Okay? -Don't.

Jesus fucking Christ. Will you let this go?

-Nadia, come on, please. -Fucking Christ.

Jesus.

Jesus. Fuck.

-Excuse me. -Hey, Nadia, this is me.

-Hello, excuse me. -It's the third message I'm leaving today.

Can I please speak to Lucky?

Um, at least have some decency to return my phone call, please.

You sit right over here, play with them thing.

Anybody wanna buy a little boy, yo? Give me $25.

-You wanna play or you want sneakers? -Give me the sneakers.

Yo, yo. Get the fuck out of here.

How about different color?

I don't like Jordans. I don't want them.

-You sure? -No.

Get out. You guys get out. Just get out.

-All right. It's up to you, man. -Don't tell me to get out.

-Come on, man. -What you gonna do?

What's up, Lucky? How you been?

-Another day, nigga. -Another day, another dollar? I feel you.

What's up, little man, how you doing?

So how's business?

-Yo, where did you get those? -I got these from your man Ralphie.

-Why you pulling on my leg? -Ralphie?

Yeah, Ralphie.

-Lucky, yo. -Ralphie? Ralph?

What's going on, Lucky? Yo.

Fuck Ralph. Fuck.

-Yo, listen. -What are you doing, man?

-Take care of my kid, all right? -What? Are you crazy?

I got to take care of business. I'll be right back.

I gotta take care of this shit. Shit happened.

-Am I your fucking babysitter now? -Boss, shit happened.

You're a crazy Black man, you know that? Fuck.

What?

Shit.

Where'd your daddy go?

-Mama. -Where'd your daddy go?

Oy, sorry.

Do you wanna be like Daddy when you grow up?

You wanna be a hustler? You like ladies.

Say "Dada."

-Dada. -Good for you.

Yo, what the fuck? What the fuck happened to the sneakers?

What sneakers?

-How you stole those sneakers from me? -Get off of him.

How you gonna do that?

Yo, I'm your man! I'm your man!

You pull it. Strong.

You can't pull it. Can't open it. Do it one more time.

There you go. Okay.

Why you gotta fuck me? How you gonna do that?

Yo, man! Yo!

What you talking about?

Lucky, what you talking about?

The fucking orange sneakers.

The size 13 for that white dude that talks like a Black man.

One, two, three, four.

Don't touch.

You can't do shit, nigga.

Run, nigga. Come here, Ralphie, come here.

Hold on, hold on.

You my only man, man. You my nigga. How you gonna do that to me?

-You my fucking nigga, man. -What you mean, I steal your sneakers?

That white boy said you sold them to him.

No. You were right there when I sold that size 13 to the man in van, remember?

I came by the window. You were sitting right there.

With your little man, remember?

Size 13. I came back and gave you the money.

I took my share out, I gave you the... I gave you the money.

-What are you talking about? -I remember.

After all these days, you gonna tell me I stole something from you?

I'm just fucked up, man. Right now I don't even know--

I can't pay my rent. I can't do nothing. I'm all fucked up.

You remember what I'm talking about. I sold those sneakers.

So you cool, you calm now? You calm?

-You calm? You cool? -I'm fucked right now.

-You cool? -I'm cool. I'm cool, man.

-You cool? All right. That's what's up. -I'm cool.

What happened to your face?

Take the hood off. Take it off.

What happened?

You know, baby, I'm a man. Shit happens.

So tell me, how did that happen?

I had a little fight, a little fight.

-A little fight? -Yes.

Why?

-Eat. Don't put it... -Don't change the subject. Why?

Shit came up. Niggas fucking with my shit.

Fucking with your shit.

Eat, all right?

No, I am not...

-l am not doing this anymore. -No. Nope.

I want to know what happened. I'm not hungry anyway.

Look, I lost everything, everything.

Lost a lot of money.

Are you talking about the VCR money?

I'm gonna get some of that money back.

I wanna know what happened to that money from the VCR.

It was supposed to help you start off.

That's what I used for this.

-That's what I took out for this. -That's what you took out for what?

-For this deal. -Are you telling me all that money...?

My God.

Let's finish, go home, and we can talk.

-I feel like talking now. -I don't want my shit in public.

You don't want your shit in public?

-Please. -I don't give a fuck it's public, Lucky.

Okay, you know what? I'm done with it. There's nothing more I can do.

Man, eat, all right?

Good boy. Eat something.

This is my problem here.

This is your problem? This is your priority, Lucky.

But you don't seem to understand that.

Listen, I told you, I told you, it's not my baby. It's gotta go back.

-That's the reason why I'm suffering. -I am so tired. I am gone.

-l am gone. I can't do this anymore. -What did you say?

Listen, take the keys, you go home and chill.

I am not going home, Lucky. I am going.

-Take the keys. Just go home. -Going. Leaving you. Okay?

-Come on. -I gotta go.

-How could you change like that? -Change what?

-How could you suddenly change? -How did I change? When did I change?

Because my question would then be: When did you stop being a man?

Fuck.

Just shut up and eat!

Shit.

Yo, eat something. Let's get out of here. Yo, I'm freaking tired of you, all right?

Shit! What the fuck?

I'm not your daddy. I'm tired of playing Daddy.

Go find your new daddy, all right? I'm out of here. That's it! It's over!

Dada. No, no.

Dada.

No, no.

No, no, no.

He's a monster. That's what he is. He's a devil my life. Shit.

Monster, you monster, monster, monster.

What's the monster's name, anyway?

I decided to call him Prince.

Prince?

"Prince" meaning you're the king and he's the prince.

-Or you like the musician? -My dad had a dog called Prince.

You're calling him after a dog?

We had two dogs... You think it's funny.

-Here's a pickle. -You want a pickle?

Get a pickle.

Get it, grab it.

-Grab it, get it. -No.

-He's like you. -Picky too. Picky like a pickle.

Be careful. He might get hurt.

There you go, little Prince.

-Want two? -How much you get for two?

Hi.

-Hi. -Come on in.

Are you a cop, sir?

-No. -I'm just kidding, man.

He just playing, don't worry. Come on.

These are 50 bucks for two.

Linda! Linda! Stay, stay, stay. I'll be right back. Stay there.

Yo, Linda, Linda, Linda. Stay right there, Linda.

What the fuck is going on? You said only two weeks.

-I've been holding this baby for a month. -Calm down. You're in the streets.

Get the fuck out! You said two weeks! It's been a month!

Stop screaming at me. We're in the streets. Calm down.

-Be a fucking father for a few weeks. -It's not my baby, you crazy ass!

Why don't you take your baby? He misses you! You understand?

He misses you! How the fuck you gonna do that?

How the fuck you gonna leave your baby?

You making me stop for this shit? You making me stop so I can hear this?

I have to go. I have to go.

Listen, I'm telling you.

If Hector sees you here, he'll fuck you up again.

Listen, Linda. Listen. Listen, Linda.

I'm gonna tell you this, and this is the last time. All right?

I'm going to get a DNA test done. I swear to God.

I'm going to get a DNA test done.

And I swear on my daddy's grave, if that baby is mine...

you never, you never see the baby again.

You mark it on the wall. You go to heaven and come back to earth,

you never see that baby again, I swear to God.

And he's gonna grow up to be a big man. You see, you see!

I like living with my man. I like it.

I'm good where I'm at right now.

He takes care of everything I need. I don't need nothing else.

He takes care of everything you need, then why can't he take care of Eduardito?

He belongs to you. He's yours.

-But he don't belong to him. -But he's yours.

Linda, I say you should take Eduardo and go back and live at your mom's.

I don't wanna live with her.

I can't live with her. Can't stand living with her.

And now he wants to get a DNA test.

So fucking what? He is the father, right?

Hmph.

-Fuck, Linda, you serious? -I think so.

-I hope so. -You crazy.

-l1 don't know. -Girl, you crazy. You crazy.

What's up? What's going on?

-I'm good. -What you mean, you good?

-I'm good. -Come on, I know you better than that.

-What's she trying to make you do now? -What are you talking about?

Come on, Duana, please, I already know your steelo.

Please.

Yo, Ma, would you tell her to leave before some shit start off over here?

If you feel for her, why you can't feel for the kid?

-What are you talking about? -Why you making her send him to...?

That's scandalous. I'm not gonna have that in my crib.

-She's lucky I got her in my crib now. -Whatever, Hector, whatever.

-Yeah, whatever. -Linda, listen.

Just go ahead. Just go ahead.

Listen, you need me, you call me. I'm here for you.

She's there for you.

-Please. -Fold. Fold, Hector, fold.

-I'm gonna fold for you. -Fold, Hector, fold.

See what I gotta go through with her? I hate that girl.

-Shush. -I hate that bitch.

You're always beefing with her.

-That's my only fucking friend. -She don't have a fucking place to live?

Yes.

-She packed her shit, she left. -l understand where she's coming from.

Every time she come over, you got this little man running around.

You got toys all over like you got Toys R' Us.

No, man, you not crying on me.

-Man, I ain't... -Fuck that shit, my nigga.

I'm just emotional, nigga. I ain't crying.

-Man! -Listen, I wanna take that fucking test.

Now you talking.

Because you wanna do this, man, I wanna help you.

I got you, you know, I got you.

Do what you got to do. You know what I'm saying?

Get this little monkey off your back.

Bless you. Bless you.

Bless you, motherfucker.

Hello, Karina. Baby, my phone has been cut off.

I'm calling from a pay phone,

so if you see an unrecognized number on your phone, it's me.

Baby, I'm on my way to get a DNA test done right now.

And... I miss you. Talk to you later.

Linda.

What'd you just say? Linda?

-Lucky and Prince. -Yo.

It's time, boy.

Let's go. Give me this.

Come on, come on.

Maybe you should put it in. Just hold it here.

Hold it at the tip and swab it for about a minute on both sides.

Both sides of his mouth.

Aw.

Okay, Papa. Okay, Papa.

Okay. God.

Okay, your turn now.

Okay.

You should get a notice in the mail in about seven to ten days.

Thank you. Thanks a lot. I appreciate it.

-God bless you. -Bye, little guy.

These shoes ain't no good.

-Exchange? -l wanna exchange, yes.

These shits is boot. I'm gonna be honest with you.

What is this man talking about?

These shits right here, my brother, is bootie.

-What you mean? -Bootie.

Look at this shit right here. What the fuck is this on here, man?

-Shit look like you wear this. -Looks like you painted it on there.

What you mean, man?

You didn't buy this from here. What you talking about?

My brother, you wanna know how I know I bought this from here?

-You wanna know how I know? -How?

It's the only fucking room on Broadway with a baby working with y'all.

Hey!

My God. What are you doing?

Jesus Christ, you're fucking insane.

Calm down a second. You're my wife. You're coming home.

-Stop it. Please stop touching me. -Hey. Listen. Look at me.

-I'm your husband. -You're scaring the shit out of me.

You have to stop.

Just concentrate on what I'm saying. You do want to be my wife.

-I don't. -You're married. I'm your husband.

-You have to be my wife. -I don't have to be.

Levon, if you don't get out of here, I'm calling security.

What's wrong with this bitch?

Every time you have to come when I'm talking to my wife.

-What is wrong with you? -You got your green card. Go away.

-Leave her alone! -Get the fuck out of here.

Is this what you tell people? Is this your...?

I'm just...

-Listen, we're going home. -You're scaring me. Stop it!

-Whoa, man. Is everything cool here? -This is the guy who's buying you drinks?

-You give him your phone number? -I don't even know this guy.

-Do you wanna fuck him? -Whoa, whoa.

-Get the fuck out of here. -Get your fucking hands off me.

Get the fuck off.

-It's fine. I'm sorry. -Listen.

Look at you. Just look at you. You look like a fucking slut.

-I'm taking you fucking home. Come on. -I don't wanna go home with you.

Come on! I said you're coming fucking home!

-Jesus fucking Christ. Come here. -Stop it! I don't wanna go home with you!

Leave me alone! Go away!

What the fuck?

My God! What the fuck is your problem?

Fuck. Fucking snowing. How are we gonna make money today?

-You got a good deal. -Come on.

Give me a deal where I could give it away and not worry about it.

-Twenty-three. That's it. -I'll take this off your hands.

Because I gotta tell you, you see the stitching there?

Right there. Like right there.

Yeah, but I gotta get somebody to do it for every one of the--

He's hitting the dog.

Come on, that's a $5 discount right there.

-You get the DNA test for this guy? -Yeah, I should find out any day.

I saw it...

Lock it down. Five-0 on the corner. Close that shit.

-Repeat. -Five-0 on the corner.

Close that shit down, yo. Five-0 walking towards you right now.

Hey, Lucky. You didn't see me.

You don't know me. I'll come see you later, all right?

-Where you going, buddy? -Get the fuck inside now.

Hands up against the wall. Check the back. Hands up against the wall.

NYPD! Everybody down! Everybody down now!

Get down on the ground. Down on the ground.

-Yo, Levon! Police! Yo, Levon! Police! -Get down, man.

-You got any needles on you? -Yeah, I have needles.

Get down. Everybody, shut up! Get down! Everybody, shut up! Shut up, jerk-off!

That's my fucking personal money.

-Put it back there. -I'm sure it is.

Jeez. There's nothing going on, man.

There's nothing going on. This some bullshit.

I don't know these people. I don't know these people.

-What's in the pockets? -Slowly.

-Starting them young? -How many men in the back?

-Why don't you go get--? -Shut the fuck up.

How many men in the back?

-We got five heads back here. -And a dog and a kid.

-Slowly standing. -Put your hands against the wall.

Let me see your talking johnson.

-l was just walking my dog. -Is that shit?

-That's bags for picking up shit. -Is that a bag of shit?

Don't come back. Don't do this again. It's illegal.

-I'm slowly picking it up. -Is this your son?

Shut your mouth.

Turn around, shut up, and get out.

-Can I take my bag? -Shit guy in the clown suit.

You wanna leave or go downtown?

-Please... -Take your kid and get the hell out.

Thank you. God bless you. Thank you.

Fuck you. Ouch. That hurt, man. What the fuck?

-Go easy. What's wrong with you? -I'm sure it does. Shut up!

You gonna read me my rights or what?

I'm not interrogating you. I'm fucking arresting you.

How many pieces?

Four fifty bags and two-something sneakers.

-Did you bag them and tag them? -All right.

The defendant is a flight risk.

He's not even a U.S. citizen.

To take his passport wouldn't be enough to secure--

Your honor, this is ridiculous. My client is not a flight risk.

-He's a newlywed. -I'm married.

He's got an apartment in Queens.

He's a simple salesman. He is not a counterfeiter.

We haven't even established whether these goods are counterfeit or not.

Incidentally, we are considering a civil-rights action against the city

if this goes to trial.

Mr. Krekorian, um, what's your background?

-I'm Armenian from Lebanon. -He's being unfairly targeted.

Your Honor, that's insufficient to protect trademark--

That's enough, gentlemen. Take it up in federal court if you wish.

Our jurisdiction is penal law, not trademark law.

-Have a nice day. -Thank you, Your Honor.

You ready for this? Man, listen. It's sleep time.

You're not supposed to touch.

You're supposed to look up and go to sleep.

Look.

Look. Look at the lights up there.

Look. You see the light going round, round, round?

All right, go to sleep.

You look up and you fall asleep in two minutes, please.

I bought this to put you to sleep, man.

Better start working or else I'll take it back for my money.

Yes.

You going to sleep.

No.

Look at the lights and go to sleep. Look. Look at the lights.

Look at the lights, Papa.

Jesus Christ, man.

That's your test, boy.

Linda. Linda.

Levon?

Hey. I'm in the back, man.

Po-po-po-police! Get on the floor! Get on the floor! Get on the floor!

We're police!

Shit.

What happened to Ralphie?

I don't think he can come out right now. He ain't got no bail.

Shit. I mean, these days, you got arrested a couple of times,

they might give you to INS, man.

For real. Immigration might get your ass. You out of here, nigga.

Saw that shit in the mail this morning.

Well, you didn't even fucking open it.

-Open it. -Me? You crazy? Open it yourself.

Should I? Want me to open it?

Whatever it is, just open it.

-I'm gonna open it. -Open that shit. Please, open that.

All right.

-God. -What do you think? You gonna guess?

You ready?

-What's it say? -What do you think it says?

It's yours.

It's yours, Papi.

That's your dad, right there.

That's the daddy. Where's the daddy? Right there.

Come on.

There you go.

Congratulations.

You know, I figured. For real.

That's why I never let it--

Didn't wanna let it go, you know what I mean?

Just think, if I had taken him to the cops...

Imagine your daddy, somebody, your father, mother, whatever, dropped you off.

This motherfucker would have gone through shit.

You know?

That's the reason I didn't wanna throw him away, you know.

My father...

Man, my father, he was always there for me.

I put that nigga through hell.

He was always there for me.

So that's why, for some funny reason, you know,

I felt... I felt I gotta do the right thing with him.

I figured. I figured that shit, man. For real.

It's good I held him down.

For real.

Gotta go, boss.

Man, fuck.

Listen, in about a week or ten days, you call me, okay?

-For real? -Two weeks, tops.

I'm getting a place upstairs.

You're crazy. You motherfuckers are tough.

-Yeah. -You tough.

-Give me a call, all right? -I will.

-A'ight? -A'ight?

A'ight?

A'ight? Aight.

A'ight. See you later, boss.

All right.