All language subtitles for Fresh.1995.BluRayeng

[Horns Honking]

[Woman] Buenos dias, Buenos dias.

You coming early today.
I'm almost not finished.

But don't worry, I'm finished.

I gotta get to school.

Come in, come in.

Always with you young boys,
always in a rush, always in a rush.

- [Train Passing]
- [Woman Continues In Spanish]

Marisol already leave for school.

She has not missed one day
of school in three year.

Sit down, sit down.

You like some milk?
Some milk and cookie?

I have some nice chocolate chip.

You like Marisol?

Marisol, she always asking about you:

"Why Michael come here?
Why he don't talk to me at the school?"

You have a girlfriend?

Ahhh, you already liking somebody.

But I don't worry. You are young.
Is plenty of time.

Soon you get tired of her,
and then you talk to my Marisol.

And I'm always telling her,
"You wait for that Michael.

"He's gonna go far,
to a very far place.

So take your time.
It's okay."

Because I always tell her a word
about how you a boy very special...

- Half a brick means 20.
- Yes, yes, of course, 20.

- It ain't 20.
- Yes, yes, of course, 20.

Esteban said I gotta take this to
Chillie's store. I gotta take 20.

If I don't give him 20, he gonna get mad.
You want me to count 'em?

No, no, no, no.
Wait, wait.

I-I-I check for you.
I-I check again.

[Continues In Spanish]

[Train Passing]

Oh, look, look.
This one was stuck in back here.

I don't understand.
It's my eyes, you know?

So old, not seeing so good no more.

And that's why I buy Marisol
her glasses right away.

So she don't have no trouble
with her eyes like me.

But Marisol is a pretty girl.
Just think about my Marisol...

because I want her to have a clever
boy like you, so you think about it.

I gotta pick up five bricks.

Yeah, yeah, they already called.

Then why they ain't ready yet?

Relax. It's 8:00 in the morning.
We ain't hardly woke up yet.

It's almost 8:45.
I'm late for school.

Oh, for joy! It's little Fresh,
our messenger to the gods.

My tag is for my friends.
You can call me Michael.

You know, it's embarrassing...

Esteban using this ugly
little maricon for man's work.

It makes me sick.

What's embarrassing is,
all the work there is to do...

Esteban got you workin' up here with the
bitches, that's what's embarrassing.

Damn! Ugly spotted little motherfucker.
I'll fuck you up.

I'm all over these bitches, nigger.
Got me a harem here like Arabian motherfuckin' shit.

You ain't all over me, motherfucker.

You be dead before you touch
this good thing, fucking monkey.

You tripping on
your own shit, motherfucker.

Only harem you playin' is them five
fingers on your own fuckin' hand.

- That's right.
- [Fresh] I need five bricks. Five.

Everybody know
the only reason he here...

is 'cause Esteban skied
on his freakin' sister.

Don't be talkin' about my sister.

Word, Esteban clockin' out
on that chocolate freak.

He doggin' her every chance he get...

and she ain't nothing but a hop-head
freak riding the white horse...

Say one more word
about my sister, bitch.

You know, maricon,
I 'm gonna fuck you right up.

Do it. Come on, bitch.
Fuck me up.

[Woman] You know you ain't
fuckin' nobody up, Herbie...

so shut the fuck up.

I need five bricks. Five.

Chillie, man, they're all there.
I already counted 'em.

You know I got to count 'em.

You don't get paid 'til they're
all counted and accounted for.

What, you got ants in your pants?

Chill, homes.
Esteban wants to talk to you anyway.

I gotta get to school, Chillie.
I'm stupid late.

It's gonna be my second
late day this week.

Man, Miss Coleman's gonna kill me.

Don't worry. I'll write you
a doctor's note.

[Laughing]

Yo, it ain't funny, man.

Esteban comin' here
just to talk to me?

He's making the rounds.

But he said he wants you to wait
for him 'til he gets here, okay?

Kick it, Chillie.
Pay me later.

I'm crazy late.
Tell him I had to get to school.

Yo, yo, Fresh.
Come back here, crimey.

Here. Here, homes.

If there's anything missing,
I'll kill you later.

[Miss Coleman] Well?

Did you bring a late pass
or didn't you?

Boy, who's talking to you,
me or that floor?

[Giggles]

Is this a comedy act, Chuckie?
You find this funny?

Then shut up and wipe
that stupid-looking thing...

which you probably think
is some kind of charming expression...

- right off your face, boy.
- [Kids Giggling]

Put your things away and find a seat.

Go on!

This is not over, do you hear me?

Now, what I was saying
before that interruption...

was that Mr. Hill told you what the
words "manifest destiny� means...

but not what it was.

So don't come into my classroom
with that ignorant nonsense...

about the heroes of the Alamo
and Davy Crockett...

and how bad they were...

because all they were really doing...

was robbing another people
of their land...

so that they could keep opening up
new territories for legal slavery.

The papers that I gave you
have a series of quotes...

from some antislavery writers
of that time period.

You read the first quote, Rosie.

It's from an antislavery writer
by the name of David Child...

written to the Mexican government...

warning them about his own
United States government.

Read it to the class.

[Rosie] "Dear Sirs, There is
an impatient and almost ir...

"irresistible desire
in the South and Southwest...

to lay hold on Texas..."

[Miss Coleman] Excuse me.

Where do you think you are,
the land of Oz?

You must be trippin'if you two
think you're gonna sit together.

Boy, move over there.
Go on, Rosie.

[Whistle Blows]

[Boys Shouting]

All right, Curtis, you're
hogging the ball again. Pass it.

[Shouting Continues]

[Boys Groaning]

[Cheerleaders] Power!

[Coach Shouts]

[Rhythmic Stomping, Clapping]

Power!

[Chattering]

[Chattering]

That's it.
Yo, that shit's mine.

Not with a prayer, nigger.
That's it.

- That shit's mine This is mine.
- Look, look, nigger.

- Yeah, that's mine. That's right.
- Shit.

Step right up, step right up.

One more, my good man.
One more.

Only if you flip Willie Randolph.

- Uh-uh. Sorry, G.
- Yo, forget it, then.

Yo, I gave my last Willie Randolph
double to Fresh in class, man.

- I only got one left.
- Flip Willie Randolph!

No! N-O spells no.
No one never flips him.

And it be costing me
six bucks of packs 'til I get him.

You a chump buyin' them shits, man.

I ain't never bought me
no baseball card.

- Been stealin' them shits all day.
- Stealin' them shits all day.

Yo, shut up, Tarleak.
You ain't never stole shit, so shut up!

- Yes, I did.
- Why you ain't got nothin'? Show me your cards.

I ain't bring 'em with me.
Niggers be always jumpin' me for my baseball cards.

- Yo, shut up, retard.
- My old man got every series of baseball cards since 1900.

He got Willie Mays,
Jackie Robinson, all of them.

[Nicholas] They didn't even have
baseball cards back then, stupid.

- Uh-huh, I seen 'em.
- Yeah, where?

At my old man 's.
He got all them cards where he at.

Where he be keepin ' 'em at?
In his, like, how many limos?

[Chuckie]
Six. Nigger got six limos.

Word, six of'em.
Stupid big limos.

You haven't even met
your father, motherfucker.

- I did!
- You haven't even seen the motherfucker...

so shut the fuck up before I kick
your bucktooth, nappy-head ass!

[Boys Laughing]

- Look at this.
- He be lookin' at her like this.

- Shut up, nigger.
- I don't be likin' them bitches.

Always be trippin'. Walkin' with
their nose up, like they all that.

[Chuckie]
Word, always hittin' me and shit.

- Like that girl Shanice. She don't stop 'til I smack her.
- [Nicholas] Word, right.

They be hittin'you 'til you smack 'em.

Then they cry,
but they like that shit.

Word, they think they all that, but
they just want you to smack they head.

Oh.

[Nicholas] Where you goin ', man?
Watchin 'girls.

- That's cold, man.
- Leavin' his best friend for a girl, man.

Yo, Rosie, stop looking at me, all right?
Why you always lookin' at me?

- 'Cause you look at me so much, I can't help it.
- I don't look at you.

- You do. You're always lookin' at me.
- You trippin'.

You drag all your friends into our cheerleading
practice like it's all their idea...

but you bring 'em
so you can look at me.

- You stupid trippin'.
- It's all right. I think it's cute.

Girls always be sayin', "Mikey got
them spotty white spots on him."

But I think it's cute, I do.
I think it's real cute.

- Damn, you be lookin' almost white yourself.
- I am.

- Damn, why you buggin' out?
- My mother is white.

- Get outta here.
- She is. Straight up white.

Why she never come to school, then?

She don't want you
'cause you're black, right?

- Why don't you live with your mother?
- I do.

You live with your aunt, with Hilary
and Jewel and all them others...

- so you can stop fronting any time now.
- Shut up.

My mother's married to a millionaire.

Word, she live with Tarleak's old
man, with all them limos and shit.

She lives in Scarsdale.
She's got a big house.

Near as big as this whole school.

You gotta go through a gate and drive
through a whole forest just to get to it.

- What kind of car she drive?
- A sports car.

- What kind of sports car?
- I don't know. A Jaguar.

[Scoffs] If I had me a million
dollars, I'd get me a Porsche 959.

I'd get me a sports car.
A Jaguar.

Damn, I'd get me
a Ferrari Testarosa, V-1 2 engine...

get me a Porsche 930,
straight six turbo engine...

get me a Vector B-1 2,
twin turbo...

go from zero to 60 in 7.8
seconds, so don't even talk.

Yeah, well, who cares, 'cause you ain't
never gonna have a million dollars anyway.

- I will too!
- Who's trippin' now?

Ain't nobody trippin'.
I'm gonna have it.

Someday, I'm gonna have it.

Hi, Grandma.

[Dialogue From Television]

Yo, what up?

Why is everybody out here?

We just here.

[TV] What a place to spend
our last night on earth.

[TV Continues Indistinctly]

What up, y'all?

Hey.

Where Aunt Francis at?

She home.

Yo, why everybody around here illin'?

Yo, I got winners.

Michael?
You're home.

Look, Nichole.
Your brother's here.

Hey, Nicky.

I know Michael wants you to come
back and stay with us for a while.

Look, Aunt Francis, I just came
to get a few of my things.

I'm not staying.

Michael, you want Nicky
to stay with us, don't you?

Can't sleep here no more.

There's like a thousand little girls
running in and out of here.

Like my feet are hanging off
the edge of the bed already.

I know it.
I know it's crowded in here.

And you being a grown woman and all.
Nicky, take my bed.

Doesn't matter to me.
I can sleep in here with the girls for a while.

Aunt Francis, I don't want your bed.

Well...

I guess I'll leave you alone
with your brother for a while.

Maybe he can talk to you about
staying with us a little longer.

Michael ain't no one
to talk to nobody about nothin'.

I gotta go.

[Car Passing]

- Michael?
- What?

Why you come home so late?

You know Aunt Francis be gettin'
worried when you come home so late.

It's hard enough on her without
you be worryin' her all the time.

If she gets too fed up and gives
all of us up, I'm gonna kill you.

'Cause ain't none of us
can go back to our parents...

and I ain't goin' back to
no group home, you hear me?

You my cousin and all,
we all cousins here...

but if you ruin it
for the rest of us, I'm gonna kill you.

[Car Passing]

- What up, G?
- I got ten bucks.

- Get you two bottle, homes.
- It's good stuff, right?

You tried all the rest;
Now try the best.

Are you sure? I mean,
you know it for a fact, right?

Bust it, you don't like it,
you come back.

Jake give you back your ten
dollars, send you on your way.

Just don't be comin' back here
again, understand what I'm sayin'?

No way five dollars, man.
Last time I bought from Jake, I was illin'.

That stuff be stupid cut, man.
Jake should throw me a freebie, and just on principle.

Yo, Consuelo, this is the dope.

Live kickin' jumbo crack.
You don't like it...

bum rush Stringbean
or Howard or Lenny.

Then you be ill on that
stupid baking soda, word.

What you got for me there,
little buddy? What's the deal?

Five dollars a pop.

Tell you what. I'll throw you 20 bucks for five.
What do ya say, homes?

Five times five is 25.
Five dollars a pop, man.

Look, maybe I better talk
to Jake myself, you know?

You know you don't be talkin'
to Jake. You know that.

Look, you tell Jake that
I'll suck his dick good, okay?

You tell him
I'll suck him off real nice.

Damn, you know Jake down with them fine bitches.
Why he want that from you?

All right, listen,
how about you and me, baby?

We get in that car, I'll suck
your sweet little dick for ten bucks.

Get out of my face, bitch.

Okay, how about I let you fuck me?

Okay? I let you bang this good thing
if you just ask Jake to talk to me...

Get out of here!
Go over to Lenny.

He be likin' them no-tooth,
old bitches like you!

[Man Laughing]

[Laughing Continues]

Yo, man, we outta here, nigger.

No, man, Kermit ain't showed up yet.

Let me tell ya, that nigger set his watch
for yesterday, the motherfucker still late.

- Yeah, word up.
- I got them bitches waiting, G.

And you said you gonna
be with me, right?

Come on, man. You're makin'me look bad, man.
Let me tell you somethin'.

That nigger, Kermit, he is skied.
You hear me? That motherfucker is gone.

- You stand here waitin', you trippin' worse than he is.
- Um, Jake, I gotta...

- Nigger owe me $50.
- That's what I'm talking about.

- That's twice his money he ain't showin', G.
- Yeah, he owe me $50.

- Yo, I hear you, man. Come on.
- Word up.

Look, man, look, look.
Motherfucker still ain't comin', man.

Oh, you don't think so?
Let me tell you somethin'.

Nigger don't show up with my
money, I'm gonna dead him.

- I'm your boy, man, why you beefin' with me?
- Yeah, okay.

I'm gonna grease that
motherfucker like Sunday bacon!

I'm gonna cold drop that motherfucker!

I'm gonna drop him, man!
I'm gonna cold drop him!

Now you know better than to always be in
my face with this silly ass nonsense.

I wouldn't if Jake paid me.
But he like always gettin' mad about somethin'.

And you know I ain't gonna be gettin'
all up in his face when he like that.

- So instead, you get in mine.
- 'Cause you ain't like that.

My man Fresh.
My stand-up little G.

You see, homes, this...
Hey, what the fuck you doin'?

I was pickin' up.

Don't be doin' shit behind my back!
Why the fuck you gonna be doin' that?

Corky, it was my turn. Man, we just playin'.
It's just me, baby.

I don't give a fuck who you is!
Be my mother, motherfucker, I don't play that shit!

- Sorry, all right?
- Yeah, you be sorry.

You do that shit,
just do it in front of my face.

Now, am I free to finish my
little transaction here...

without every nigger be doin'
some shit behind my back?

Niggers be dissin' you
at every turn, homes.

It's all right, 'cause
you my stand-up little G.

Yeah.

And, uh, I'll be talkin' to Jake
about his temper too.

It's one hundred dollars.

Niggers be gettin' $50 for lookout.

I be runnin' that rock all day.
One hundred dollars.

- [Laughing]
- You one bad motherfucker, crimey.

Only reason you ain't the man
is you still too goddamn little.

But you get bigger,
you gonna be the man.

[Children Chattering]

[Speaking Spanish]

- [Laughing]
- Oh, man!

I shake on a game, Fishcake.
That wasn't no game.

- [Men Chattering]
- All right.

- Who's next, who's next?
- [Chattering Continues]

Come on. I heard there was
players in this shit hole.

All I see is chumps.

Come on. Who's gonna
give me a game?

Come on.
Get outta here.

I ain't got time for this shit.

All right.

- [Chattering Continues]
- Play.

Check.

Mate in four.

Fuck you. Ain't no mate
in no four. Fuck you.

Would've been four
if you were smart. Mate.

- [Chattering Continues]
- [Sighs]

Shit.

That shit over there
was a waste of time.

Fished me a twenty, Dad.
You don't be pulling 'em in for no twenties.

Said it was a waste of time.
Time ain't money...

no matter what those morons who eat that
kind of shit up may try and tell you.

Anything lost can be found again,
except for time wasted.

- It was fun, Dad, stupid fun. You seen that nigger...
- Chess ain't fun, boy.

How many times I gotta tell you that?
Don't you listen to a word I say?

- Maybe if I seen you more.
- Well, you don't, so you'd be well served...

to retain some of the knowledge
I'm impartin' to you...

rather than giving me all your
hard-ass street-attitude bullshit.

Ain't so much fun now, is it?

Gettin' to be less and less fun
every second here.

Uh-uh, think about it.

Forget the clock
for a second, Michael.

What kind of player am I?
Am I an offensive man or a defensive man?

That's right; I'm neither.
I play my opponent.

If he likes to attack,
I force him to defend himself.

If he's a cautious man,
I draw him into dangerous waters.

See, you get so frustrated
playing defensive positions...

you make stupid moves you'd
never make if you were thinkin'.

When you come here, boy,
check that shit at the door.

That's good.
That's better.

I'm still gonna kick your ass,
but that's better.

You been playin' on the team?

No, huh?

Just watchin' the world pass you by.

Figure as long as you ain't drownin',
everything's all right.

I don't need no punk school team.

Mate.

And he got Hulk number one
and all them Thors.

My old man got all them comic books.

He showed 'em to me, and they
were like all stupid number ones.

- Yo, he got Superman number one?
- Yeah, he got that.

He got Action Comics number one?

Word, he got that too.
He got all them number ones.

Where he be keepin' 'em at?
In his garage with all them limos?

- You know you ain't got no old man.
- I do so.

Then we'll call him up when we get to my house.
We be givin' the nigger a call.

- He don't answer no phones.
- And why not?

He don't want no po' niggers
wastin' his time.

Bam, Spiderman goes down.
Bam, Daredevil goes down.

All them niggers is goin' down.
Punisher be takin' they ass out.

- X-Men take out the Punisher.
- X-Man baby stuff, homes.

All their costumes and powers ain't shit.
Punisher the real dope, homie.

Word, I seen a seven-foot-tall
White Terminator nigger...

with 20 guns on my roof
just the other day.

Punisher be takin' out
all your stupid heroes.

He be sayin', Bam! Bam! Bam!
Bam! Take out that nigger!

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

[Dog Snarling]

Yo, Fresh, I been training him.
Watch this.

Good boy, Roscoe.
Good boy.

Good boy? That dog
ain't nothin' but badness.

Ain't nothin' but badness.

What up, Roscoe? You miss me?
You miss your homie?

[Shouting In Spanish]

Okay, okay, Mama,
I'll be in in a minute, all right?

I'm gonna fight him on Sunday.

- You gonna do what?
- Roscoe's gonna take on Ricardo's pit.

Roscoe ain't fightin'
nobody's nothin'.

My dog fight when I say he fight.

He ain't your dog.
He's our dog; I found him.

Ain't nobody askin' you, homes.
I'm gonna get paid, bust it.

You already gettin' stupid paid,
workin' them jobs for Esteban and shit.

Yo, we see y'all later.
We gotta go.

Well, I ain't gotta go.

You always be lookin'
all ratty and shit...

but everybody know you gettin' paid.

Yo, why you always
be lookin' nappy like that?

What you be doin' with all that jack?

You be hidin' that shit away, right?

Damn, when I get paid, I'm gonna get me
those dope new Nikes, like ten pairs.

And I'm gonna get me some
stupid gold, homes, crazy gold.

Like this tooth right here
and a five-finger gold ring...

- with my tag bustin' all out that motherfucker.
- You ain't got no tag.

- I will when I get paid.
- He ain't fightin'.

Then you gonna take me to get a job for Esteban?
Yo, man, why not?

'Cause you be actin' like a stupid
little kid, that's why not.

Yo, why you dissin' me, man? I'm crazy, homie.
I'll bust those dope moves.

[Baby Crying]

Come on, Rudy. Get it in your mouth.
Don't be such a spaz.

- Don't be talkin' like that to your son, Esteban.
- Hey, chill, woman.

He knows I'm only messin' with him.
Right, baby?

You know Daddy's messin' with you.

Sure you don't want no eats?

My grandma be cookin' at home.

You're a good boy, Fresh.
You be eating at home.

And you be running to school
when I want to talk to you.

That's okay, little homie.
I like me a smart G. I really do.

You seem to have
enough time on your hands...

to be runnin' those rocks
for Corky's boys, though.

What, you think I got no eyes
but these two in my own head?

[Chuckles] I know where you be at.

Corky got that work.

I be runnin' for you once a week, maybe
twice if somebody else gets sick.

Corky got them jobs.

Hey, let me tell you something, Fresh.

Now, you're a smart kid, so you
hear these words of wisdom.

You know, that rock is a bad move.

You start messin' with that
shit... sellin', dealin'...

I guarantee inside three,
five years, you'll be dead.

Or you'll have a bullet in your head.

Or that pipe in your mouth.
Either way, you're dead.

Smack is the way to go.
This is a gentleman's operation.

The clientele is stable,
peace-loving.

The competition is unconfrontational.

And the heat,
they mostly let it slide...

'cause there's little hassle
all the way around.

You find your niche,
you stay there, you stay cool...

and you be the man
into your 50's and 60's.

And then you retire your old ass
to a nice condo someplace hot...

with a lot of nice Jewish people.

Leave the business for your kids.

Hey, it's like banking,
only it's more secure.

[Chuckles] And you don't pay no taxes.

[Baby Crying]

Hey, what are you doing?
You ain't holding her right. Come here, come here.

I'm trying to feed her,
in case you haven't noticed.

No, you ain't holding her right.
She ain't hungry.

[Baby Gurgling]

Hey, come on.

I'm gonna put her to bed.

You know, I ain't never sold no rock,
and no kind of coke whatsoever.

I never even tried it. Don't come near
that shit, not even from curiosity.

Close the door, okay?

It got loose on my last run.

I didn't want to give it
to no one but you.

Hey, my little money man.
[Chuckles]

Hey, you just lost Chillie
a hundred bucks on a bet, G...

'cause he don't know you like I do.

Hey, you my solid little man.

[Whispering In Spanish]

[Laughs] Most niggers, they be givin'
their bitches rocks, you know?

Watchin' them pop off.
Bang!

They got they self
a Action Jackson bitch.

Jumpin' around like a rabbit.
Divin' for that dick...

Like it's gold at the end of the
rainbow, you know what I mean?

Hey, not me, little homie.

No, no, no, no, not me.
No, I love me a straight bitch.

Maybe she like to slide
into the land of "H"...

every once in a while,
a regular bitch.

Maybe she fine, like a...

Aycarajo, like your sister.

[Laughs] Hey, your sister, she fine.

And then she take her hit...

and, like, her eyes they roll back...

and she get suddenly soft.

Oh, so soft and pure.

And I am holding my very own virgin.

My Madonna.
Hey, I take that.

You know I take that.

Is your sister a freak?

Hey, come here.
Hey, sit down.

Now, I'm askin' you a question.
Is she a freak?

Man, you married.

Hey, I know you're just a kid,
Fresh, even though you're smart.

So I let you talk to me
like that just this one time.

But you tell me... You better
tell me who she's runnin' with.

- Nobody.
- Don't fuck with me, little homie!

Serious, my aunt won't
let her out with nobody.

You know, I find that hard to believe.

Bitch as fine as that.
She always has somebody.

Word, but my aunt won't
let her out with nobody.

I hope you're right, little homie.
I hope you're right.

[Train Screeching]

[Customers Chattering]

[Woman]
Okay, come on. Let's go.

I gotta see Nichole.

Yeah?
Who the fuck are you?

Her brother.
I gotta see her.

I got a kid down here
say he Nichole's brother.

- [Man On Intercom] Send him up.
- One flight up.

Use the stairway at the back of the store.
There's only one door.

So, you Michael.

I guess you used up
all the ugly in the family.

Keep hearin' you the little man
runnin' the street.

You the little man runnin' the street?

Shit, next thing I know
niggers in diapers...

packin' tech-nines be tryin'
to take over my business.

[Man Shouting On TV]

[Man On TV] I said put me down!
Put me down!

She's in there.

Esteban looking for you.

Good for Esteban.

Yo, why you stay with James?

You know why, Fresh.

Why?

'Cause his smack is the dope
and he got plenty of it.

You happy now?

Why you don't go to Esteban, then?

I don't like the way he looks at me.

I don't need no spic pimp motherfucker
lookin' at me like I'm no fucking queen.

I'm just a sorry-ass
nigger ho'.

James here, he looks at me like I'm
nothing, so I'm down with James.

You ain't ain't nothin'.

Michael, fuck off, all right?

Don't Aunt Francis think you ain't nothin'.
She think you somethin'.

Aunt Francis is a fuckin' saint.

Aunt Francis loves every damn dog in
the street the same as she loves me.

Ain't no shit to be loved
by no fuckin' saint.

I love you.

[Boys Shouting]

I got him.
Come on now.

What's up, what's up?
Ain't got nothin', homes.

- Yo, what's up, nigger?
- He ain't got nothin'.

Watch him, watch him.

Aw, shit, he finally got one in there!

Curtis bad, homes.
He be bustin' out those moves!

Word, as long as I ain't
playin' that nigger.

He ain't doin' shit.
Come on.

What's up, shorty?
Come on, come on.

- Damn!
- Yo, Red, man, pick him up, man.

Man, you pick him up, motherfucker!

Yo, Fresh, other court's open.
Let's shoot some hoops.

No, not right now, man.

[Hisses] You just don't want
me embarrassin' your ass...

in front of none of them bitches, huh?

Yo, don't be callin' her that, nigger.

What, now you Mr. Tough Guy Nigger, huh?
Now you Mr. Tough Guy Nigger?

[Chattering]

Hey, hey, what's up, what's up?

Shit. Here, here,
take that motherfucker.

- Right here, right here.
- Foul ball.

Foul, motherfucker!
That's a flagrant fuckin' foul!

Hey, man, you okay?

Man, fuck you, nigger!
Little motherfucker gonna take that shit up...

- I 'm gonna challenge him every time.
- What? Challenge?

Yo, don't be jumpin' on my boy like
you're the fuckin' New York Knicks!

Just forget about it, man.
Your ball.

Yeah, yeah, nigger,
you know you ain't shit.

Come on, man. Give me the ball.
A shot, a shot!

[Shouting, Chattering Continue]

My man! Point game,
motherfuckers, we up!

Take the shot.

Yo, Jake, what's up, man?

Why you let that motherfucker play
with you like that? What's up, man?

Oooh!
In your eye, whoa!

Damn, she comin' over, man.

- Yo, she be likin' you, man. What you say to her?
- Shut up, man.

Man, she in love with you, man.
Yo, man, she wanna get with you, man.

- She like you, man.
- [Boys Shouting]

[Screaming]

Come on, man.
Let's go, man!

Come on, man.
Let's go!

Yeah, go ahead, run,
motherfuckers! Run!

Y'all punk, pussy-ass,
motherfuckers! That's right!

Go tell somebody you saw somethin'!

I come back for all of you
monkey motherfuckers!

You pussy-ass punks!

That's right.

Punk ass.

[Rhythmic Scraping Sound]

[Foot Scraping Concrete, Whimpering]

[Siren Wailing]

[Paramedic] Come on.

Let's go. Come on.

[Police Radio, Indistinct]

- [Chattering]
- All right, I know it's hard, Michael.

But you gotta help us with this one, all right?
Just try to work with us.

- We gotta find the guy who did this.
- I didn't see nothin'.

You were the only witness left on the scene.
You're the only lead we got here.

I just heard the shooting.
Then I saw they was down.

I didn't see nothin' else.
Nothin'.

Come on, Michael.
You go wait in your room.

I'll run you a hot bath.
Go wait in your room now.

Where you at? If your mind
is somewhere else...

then pick your ass up and take it
over there and keep it company.

I'm not having my time wasted by some
half-ass, fishcake opponent today.

[Sighs] Take the last move back.

In fact, take back the last three.

You're hoardin'. You're playin'
each piece like losin' it hurts.

This ain't checkers.
You want my king.

You got to come get my king.

All these other pieces
are just a means to do it.

Every time you make a good run at me, I
just threaten your queen and back you go.

You're treatin' her like
she's the last lady on earth.

Your queen is just a pawn with a
lot of fancy moves. Nothing more.

When you see you're playin' a man who
feels naked without his lady, use her.

J ump in there and take her,
tease her, threaten her...

and he won't be able to think
about his game anymore.

That's when you make your real move.

That's good. That's better.
You like that horse, don't you?

You like his crazy jumps
all over the board.

Think he's your friend,
hate to lose him...

almost as much as you hate
to lose that lady.

Well, he is your friend, boy.
They all are.

But you're gonna have to use him,
just like you use the others.

If he falls by the wayside, well, that's
just life's little game, ain't it?

And until you come ready to play her
game, you'll never beat her at it.

Check.

Check.

Check. Mate in six.
Want to suffer through it?

That's the first time
you ever checked me.

Want to come to my place to celebrate?

I ain't supposed to be seeing you.

You seeing me now, ain't you?

I'm playing chess.

Welcome to the Taj Mahal.
You want a beer?

- Uh-uh.
- Well, that's all there is to drink.

It's warm too. Tastes like a tub
of piss somebody farted in.

What side you playin'?

White, black, black, both.

You're losing the last two.

Well, this first game here,
I'm playing Teddy Kolevski.

That's Frank Evans.
That's Walter Shipman.

Last game here, I'm playin' myself.

You're losin' to yourself.

Yeah, life's a bitch like that.

I've kept a game going with myself
for the last 20 years.

Not a day goes by I don't
make at least one move.

Not a day.

You're losing to homeboy Shipman too.

Well, he's a U.S. Grand Master.

That's right.
He don't go to the park.

But he comes here to play me.

- He's winning.
- Yeah, yeah, I know he's winning.

But let me tell you something.

Put the clock on him,
put the show on speed...

I chew his ass right up.

See that picture there?
That's Pal Benko.

That there's Bruce Pandolfini.

That's Mikael Botvinnik.

And that's Paul Keres.
Played all them boys.

Sometimes I won.
Mostly I lost.

But you put the show on speed...

I chew all they asses up.

All them Grand Masters
and them Europeans...

with they government subsidies and whatnot
to sit on they asses and play all day...

they ain't livin'in the world.

Put the clock on 'em, put the heat
on they backs, they break down.

Put 'em in the park fishin' for dollars,
and they break.

That's Bobby Fisher.

Some say he's the greatest
player to ever play the game.

I never played him.

All them patzers
sittin' around the park...

waitin' for him
to go back there like Jesus.

Me, I don't give a shit.

Put the clock on that motherfucker...

I'll chew his ass up
just like the rest of'em.

Chew it right up.

- That's some old cake, boy.
- It's all right.

I'm talkin' two,
maybe three weeks here.

Um, I seen Nichole the other day.

Well, that's natural, ain't it?

Yeah, but she like...
She be like...

How's she lookin'?
She still lookin' good, right?

- I don't know. She my sister.
- I know she's your sister, boy.

I'm your father.
You got eyes, ain't ya?

- She look all right.
- [Chuckles]

When she was a child...
Damn!

She was so pretty when
she came in the room...

it was like the sun
was shining indoors.

People just stared at her
like she was a angel...

dropped straight down out of heaven.

And me standin' there like a fool...

couldn't hardly believe
it was me she came out of.

Aunt Francis say
she look more like Mom.

Well, cheers to Aunt Francis.

All them niggers
be on her all the time...

Don't be talkin' that trash.
I don't wanna hear...

that goddamn word out of your mouth!

I'm gonna say what I want.

You can't tell me nothin'.
I ain't even seeing you.

[Barking, Snarling]

[Chattering]

[Boy] Bet your bet. Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.

[Chattering Continues]

Right here, 200. Come on.
Let's go. Bet on the mutt.

- [Barking Continues]
- Now check out that dope dog, that bad motherfucker!

Y'all be puttin' stupid dollars
on this bad motherfucker!

Ah, you're stupid, man!
You ain't gonna get shit.

- [Barking Continues]
- Let's get this shit over, man.

[Chattering Continues]

They gots no brain, man.

Oh, man!
My man Jake.

What's up, Jake?
What's the bet, man?

Yo, I want you to give me
a two spot on Ricardo's mutt.

- There it is.
- Your contribution's always kept Fat Freddie buffed.

Yo, Chuckie, man, Roscoe ain't doin' shit.
Look at him.

Yo, I been training him, nigger.
He bad.

No, he scared, man.
Look at him.

Yo, I got $20 down, nigger.
Been saving that shit for a month.

Get five to one.
Roscoe take him out, I be taking $1 00.

You ain't takin' nothing, man.
Look at him.

Conejo, Conejo, Conejo.

Now, you got that sorry lump
of dog food ready or what?

Let's go.

[Barking]

[Chattering, Shouting]

[Barking, Snarling]

[People Shouting]

Ohhh!

Yeah, we did it!

Did you see that?
Yeah!

[Snarling Continues]

Give it up. Let's go. Come on.
Give it up. Give it up.

Let's go. You all know who lost.
You all know who won.

We bad. We be back too,
motherfuckers.

Bring on all them
punk bitches of y'all.

We be fucking they punk ass up.

Forget it, Chuckie.
Roscoe ain't fighting no more.

You're bugging out, homes. I'm getting paid.
He took that bitch out.

I got somethin' better, man.

Yeah? Like what?

Like gettin' stupid paid,
gettin' paid real dollars.

I don't want nobody
be touching this board.

You don't own this house. You ain't hardly
ever here, so don't tell us what to do.

Yeah, whatever. Just don't
nobody better touch this board.

[Fresh] Man, you takin' all day.

Yo, why you rushin' me, man?
I ain't in no rush.

- Be chill now, all right?
- Just coolin', homes.

Maxin' and coolin'.

He's back there.
Just be quiet.

You brung her back to me.

Go and wait for me in the other room.

- Yo, why you gotta stand like that, man?
- Shut up!

You look stupid, man.

Yo, that's messed up
with your sister out there...

Yo, don't even say it, all right?

[Door Opening]

[Door Closing]

Owe you one, little homie.

S'alright.

- Who's this?
- That's my homeboy, Chuckie...

the one I been tellin' you about.

I got some very important shit
for my man Fresh to do.

Why should I take you on too?

I got the dope moves.

- You got what?
- I got stupid juice.

I bust the stupid move.

Chuckie, huh?

It was nice meeting you, Chuck.

Now why don't you go wait in the kitchen?
You want something to drink?

Ask Salvadore for a Coke
or something, okay?

Yo, he's all right. He just be gettin'
like that sometimes. He's all right.

- I want you to do it alone.
- I know it, but I like someone there.

- Watch my back. You know what I'm sayin'?
- This is a big run.

You better be sure of your company.

You know, I'm giving you this...

because no one will be looking for
something so big on somebody so small.

But I am also doing it on account
of you're going to be my main man.

That's right.

Someday soon, you are going to be it.

Serious, homes, he be like,
"Who that bad little nigger, Fresh?

- Where you find him at?"
- Yo, why he be sending me out the room like that?

Damn, man, the nigger be mad at me.
He say he don't want to be dissin' me in front of you.

Man, you be gettin' me in trouble.
He be like, "Why didn't you bring him sooner?"

Damn right. Always tellin' you to take me down,
but you be like, nah, I be actin' stupid.

Man, you the stupid one.
I be bustin' the dope moves.

Word, homes, I be knowin' that shit now.
You bust it out.

I'm kickin' it live, homie.
Kickin' estupido moves. Bustin' it out.

Hey. What areyou
doin' in here?

I gotta see Hector.

Yeah, I'm Hector.
What the fuck do you want?

You ain't Hector.
Hector's in that office back there.

I got an appointment with Hector,
not your big gorilla monkey ass.

- Mm-mm. No way I'm gonna lay that
much base on you. -All right...

but I gotta tell Corky now,
and he gonna be pissed too.

You just a baby runner, Fresh.
I ain't done business with Corky in over three months.

Why didn't he send one of his other boys?
Darryl or Jake?

Ain't you heard nothin'?
Ain't you heard what Jake did?

I heard what Jake did.
The heat's all over Corky now.

They don't know
who shot up them courts...

but them stupid niggers,
they think that shit was over drugs.

Now Corky can't make a move
without the cops bein' all over him...

and he wants me to put my ass out
for him without even a phone call...

Dang, man.
All his phones be tapped, man.

Half of the phones
in the hood tapped now.

Can't be callin' from nowhere.
None of his big connects gonna feed him now.

Corky losin' crazy dollars.
Man, he needs the shit today.

He said for me to say he ain't
gonna forget his friends...

that helped him when he was in trouble,
and he ain't gonna forget who didn't.

I can't. I can't give out that much weight
on consignment, not at a time like this.

Any other time, I would've told
Corky, "Yeah, it's cool, "but...

For now, he gonna pay up front,
'til all this blow over.

How do I know you ain't gonna
bring the heat down on me?

All right. You go wait
on 11th and Jane.

It'll be there in an hour.

Oh, yeah, Corky also said to tell you not to
be callin' him at none of his numbers no more.

He be callin' you soon, when he can.

He said you call him, Darryl
and Smokey be payin' you a visit.

Yo, man, I got this job workin' for Esteban, B'.
I'm makin' all this dough, B'.

I got so much cash it ain't funny, man.
I'm livin' large, B'.

Look at you, nigger, with a beeper and shit.
You ain't big, motherfucker.

And, yo, from now on, y'all gonna start callin'
me Chuck E., a'right. Like in Chuck D.

Y'all gonna start callin' me Chuck E.
, a'right, 'cause I'm makin' all this dough, B'.

- I don't wanna be called Chuckie.

- You know I'm the man. That's right.
- Right, right. Yeah.

- Them niggers ain't gonna do shit.
- Who you workin' for?

- I'm workin' for Esteban, B'.
- Oh, word?

Yo, Fresh, you know Chuckie's
been talking all over the place.

He's buggin' out, saying he's gonna
be movin' kilos of base for Esteban.

All sorts of junk like that.

Man, everybody knows Esteban don't run no base.
I even asked my pop.

Chuckie's not like you. He's stupid.
Why you doing this to him?

Mind your own business, all right?

Can't you at least tell him to shut
up and don't be talkin' so much?

It's a free country.
Chuckie say what he want.

It's quiet here.

Yeah, I like to come here.

It's lonesome.

You know what's whack?
When I'm down with the posse or home and shit...

and everybody be screaming
and yelling and shit?

It gets real lonesome.

It be like crowded
and noise and screaming.

And suddenly, it feels like
I'm the only one there.

The more people there is,
the lonelier it get.

I have this dream.

- Yeah? Like what?
- Nothin'.

Sometimes I have it, that's all.

[Man] Pete tell you that?
Honey, that's great.

We'll talk toy' all later.
Yeah, I know it. I gotta go.

We're here for some books.

No shit. What kind of books
you lookin' for?

Textbooks. We lookin'
for them science textbooks.

Yeah. I got what you need.

You boys like to study, huh?

Yeah, we them crazy "A" students.

- Yo, sit down, nigger.
- Chill, homes. You up in my face.

[Door Sliding Open]

Hey!

Get down. Save that for when you get
home, for the jungle gym, you know?

- Yeah, whatever.
- Whatever?

You and me's gonna take a little
side trip to the precinct...

make your mother come all the way
uptown and pick your smart ass up.

All right. You wanna play it like that?
Then here's what you and me...

Damn, why you gotta be like that
with the man, Chuckie?

I'm sorry, Officer.
He's just a stupid jerk.

We don't get home for dinner,
my aunt's gonna kill me.

I'm sorry he's such a jerk, man.

You oughta learn some respect
from your friend here.

Damn, Chuckie, why you gotta be
so fucking stupid, nigger?

Fuck you, man. Gotta be dissin' me
in front of that fat old cop.

Goddamn, you must be
the stupidest nigger I know.

I don't know how you be tyin' your
goddamn shoelaces stupid as you is.

Be dissin' me, man. I'm crazy, home.
I bust those dope moves.

Shut the fuck up!
Just shut up.

[Chuckie] Yo, man, I thought
you was my friend, man.

Friends don't be doin' that
shit to each other, man.

You oughta show me some more respect, man.
That ain't right.

What? What's wrong, man?
What you looking for?

What, man, what?

Hey, hey, where you goin', man?

Yo, what y'all comin' here for, man?

- Yo, is that the way we're supposed to be goin', man?
- Shut up, man.

Yo, what areyou doing, man?

Just give me your bag, man.
I'm gonna be right in here.

Just wait out here.
Stand lookout for me there.

- What you gonna be in there for?
- Just do it, man!

What the fuck is that?

Ricardo give 'em to me for
the $1 00 I won off Roscoe's fight.

- Hey, what the fuck you did that for, man?
- Gimme other one.

Just give me your
goddamn bag, man. Give it up.

Now keep watch, nigger.
Yell if you see someone.

Yell, nigger?
I smoke they ass.

- Give me the gun, man.
- Why, so you gonna throw it away?

Get rid of it, Chuckie.

Fuck you, man.

Bust it. Don't be pullin'
that shit out if we get jumped.

We get jumped, you just
drop your bag and break north.

Ain't nobody gonna be jumpin' me.

Just drop the bag and run, understand?

Gotta get a dumb one, man.
Stupid nigger.

I don't gotta take this
from you no more, man.

[Chuckie] Man, I don't need
this shit, man.

I don't need to be hangin' around
with punks like you, man.

From now on, I'm sellin' dope
by my damn self, man.

I'm not gonna be
hangin' around with you.

From today on, man,
I'll be with my damn self.

Drop the bag, Chuckie!

No, no, no!
Put the gun down, man!

- Put it down, man! No!
- [Gunshot]

[Guns Cocking]

[Shouts]

- [Gunshot]
- [Screaming]

[Screaming Continues]

[Gunshot, Glass Shattering]

No!

[Gunshot]

This place is a regular zoo, ain't it?

But that's what you kids like, right?
A visit to the fuckin' zoo?

All right.

Now listen, Michael, this is the second homicide
you've been mixed up with in as many weeks.

Now you expect me to believe
this is some kind of coincidence?

Now come on. How stupid
do I look to you, huh?

We already know what your friend
was carryin' in his school bag.

- You better come clean with us.
- What was in the bag?

You ain't askin' the questions here.

What was in it?

Fuck it.
[Chuckling]

Fuck all you goddamn monkeys.

I don't need this fuckin' aggravation.

Perez, you like this fuckin' zoo so
much, you play with the animals.

All right, listen, Michael.
When we got to your friend...

the knapsack had been opened
and everything in it was gone.

Now we don't know
what was in there, but I can guess.

Now he was with you, and everybody knows
what you've been doin' around the hood, man.

We was on our way to my house
and we got jumped.

- That's it.
- That's it, huh? I'm gonna ask you somethin', man.

You think all those guys are your friends?
Esteban and Jake and them?

Hmm?

Here. This is my personal number,
and I'm there every night.

Come on. Take it.

All right, man.

You know and I know that
I can't hold you here on this...

so, uh, you either are innocent or you're
a helluva lot smarter than you look.

Now either way, next time
it's gonna be you laying in that street.

Next time it's gonna be you.

I'm sorry, Michael.

That's the way it's gotta be.

If it were just me,
I wouldn't even consider it...

but I got 11 other children to mind.

They all scared to walk out the door
with you to school.

They even scared to sleep at night...

case somebody's gonna come
and shoot down the doors.

I spoke to Miss Patterson
at the Bushwick Group Home.

She says there's gonna be
an opening next month.

I'm sorry about your friend.

I'm sorry about all your friends...

but you should have known better.

I'm gonna miss you, Michael.

[Nicholas Growling]

[Kids Chattering]

Stop it!
Stop it.

Fucker! It's his fault!
It's his fault!

- Stop it! Stop it! Calm down. Calm down!
- Fucker!

Come on, Roscoe.

[Indistinct Voices]

[Video Game Beeping]

Yo, come here. We gotta talk.
Take a ride, man.

Come on.
Go for a ride, man.

[Engine Starting]

So I'm hearin'.

Like all week I'm hearin' your little friend
talkin' you runnin' base for Esteban.

All over the motherfuckin' street.

"We runnin' that base
for Esteban."

And I ask myself...

"Why Esteban gotta be
runnin' base?"

It don't make no sense.

So I said, "All right, well, maybe that
little loudmouth spic got it all wrong.

Maybe he's too stupid
to know what he's carryin'."

These are so cute.

You know what this is?

Look at it.

- What is it?
- Looks like base.

That's right, little man.

$5,000 worth of pure base cocaine.

You didn't even look to see
what you was carryin', did you?

You just a little kid
in way over his head. I know that.

But Esteban got to be sent a message
about hornin' in on my business.

And I'm afraid you gonna have
to be my little telegram.

I wasn't runnin'
no base for no Esteban.

- What?
- I ain't runnin' no base for no Esteban.

Oh, no? Well, who was it for,
then, Santa Claus?

Who was it for?

He gonna kill me if I say.

I'm gonna ice you
right now if you don't.

It was Jake.

[Laughs]

Yo, I'm gonna smoke
this little motherfucker right now!

Drop that shit, motherfucker.

You should have came correct.

What the fuck's
goin' on, man? Huh?

What the fuck you mean
you was runnin' for Jake?

You know them times Jake be gettin'
mad and don't wanna be payin' me...

and I gotta come ax you for the money?

He be takin' $50 out of every
hundred you be givin' me.

Same with all his runners, only they
too scared to ax you for they money.

He's lyin', man. He's cold,
motherfuckin' lyin'!

Shut the fuck up, Jake!

He be buyin' base
and sellin' it out on the side.

He be usin' me for runs all the time.

Yo, man, what the fuck
is wrong... Yo, chill, man. Yo.

Chill, all right?
I'm not packin' shit. Relax, man.

Yo, Corky, this is bullshit, man.
This is bullshit!

I'm with Jake all
the fuckin' time, man.

- I never seen none of this shit.
- He Jake's homeboy.

He with Jake when Jake
send me on runs.

They be like talkin' about it,
how they gonna fuck you up.

They be like, "We gonna fuck up Corky.
Then we gonna be the man."

I'm just lucky you ain't send Jake
and Red together to pick me up.

- I been dead 'fore I got here.
- Yo, Corky, this is bullshit, man.

Yo, this is the worst fuckin' shit I
ever heard in my whole life, man.

Why was your little friend blabbin'
about Esteban this, Esteban that...

all over the fuckin' hood for then?

I was scared
to get jumped on my runs...

so I took Chuckie with me...

and he be askin' me
questions all the time...

who we runnin' for and all.

Jake said he'd kill me if I tell,
so I tell Chuckie Esteban.

I ain't know he gonna be
tellin' it to the whole world.

Jake said if I talk...

he gonna dead me as dead as
Curtis in that playground.

Okay, okay, h-hold on.
Corky, I-I don't know what's goin' on, man.

All right? B-But this little
motherfucker is lyin'!

- He's lyin', man!
- You know Hector?

The guy I used to make runs from?

Jake sent me to him. He tell me I gotta
tell him I be gettin' that dope for you.

Just ax Hector.

[Beeping]

Yeah, this is Corky.
I wanna talk to Hector.

Yo, Hector.
Y... Listen, man, I was...

What?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
It's all right to talk.

What the fuck you talkin' about?

He told you that.

And you gave it to him?

Oh, no, no, no, I ain't mad.

You just one stupid motherfucker and you ain't
never gonna see a goddamn cent of my business,

but I ain't mad.

Yo, get fucked, Hector.

- Ah! Shit!
- Corky! Corky, man, listen, man.

Look, we been workin' for you
for three fuckin' years, man.

Why you gonna believe this
spotty little motherfucker?

- Huh? Why?
- Why for Esteban gonna be runnin' base?

You know he be hatin' that shit.

- And if he did it, why he gonna do it like that?
- Corky!

Okay. All right, Corky.

Maybe... Maybe
it ain't Esteban.

He did it hisself, man.
Okay?

This spotty little motherfucker,
he did it hisself!

Where I'm gonna get $5,000, man?
Where I'm gonna get it?

You always tryin' to scare me,
but I ain't scared of you no more.

- You can kill me all you want, but I lie for you no more!
- [Screams]

- [Chain Slapping]
- So you gonna be the man, Jake.

- [Beating Continues]
- You gonna be the man, huh?

- You gonna be the man.
- [Red] Corky, Corky, listen.

- [Thud, Red Moans]
- [Corky] Yo, Red!

- [Beating Continues]
- Jake's the man now...

and you his number one G.

His number one G!

[Beating Stops]

All right, boy.

You made it this far.

Now you wanna get out of here, you gonna
tell me who was Jake's distributor.

Who'd you run the base to, boy?

- It was James.
- What James?

He got like that store over
near Beachwood Projects.

James be runnin' smack, Corky.
He a "H" boy...

and it ain't our problem.

Nigger cut into my product,
know that shit is mine...

then turn around and sell it without
cutting me in, that shit is my problem!

And we gonna pay my problem
a visit and solve it.

He ain't there.

He out all day,
but he there after 6:00.

Jake never want me to deliver
to no one but James himself,

and I always gotta wait
in that store 'til James show up.

He be there after 6:00.

[Indistinct]

So.

You finally decided to track me down.

You should've come to me right away.

I couldn't. There was polices all over the
house all the time and in the street.

They be watchin' me all the time,
but I didn't tell 'em nothin'.

They mad 'cause they can't do
nothin' about it.

So?

[Sighs] Who jump you, little homie?

I heard you was took off the street
today by a couple of Corky's boys.

Is that who done it?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's me, Esteban.

Your main man.
Now you tell me what's happening...

and I promise ain't nothing
gonna happen to you.

Was it Corky's boys?

Theyjumpyou?

- Why?
- Conejo, man.

Corky must be buggin' out.
He know better than to be doin' that shit.

It was a couple of those punk kids he got workin' for him.
He probably know nothing about it.

Corky be sendin' 'em.

Corky said he tired of runnin' base.

See the way you is,
livin' large and all that.

So he wanna be switchin'
over to that smack.

It could be. All the connects know
you ain't gonna like that, hermano.

They probably didn't give him nothin'.
They could've figured to be jumping your runs.

Maybe sell it himself.
Maybe just to make a statement.

Ah... it could be.

So...

how did you come to find out about
all these interesting developments?

Look, time is money,
and money is time, little homie.

And right now,
you are costing me a lot of both.

- You gonna get mad.
- Look, it would be very difficult...

to get me any madder
than I am already.

You gonna get real mad.

Nicky told me.

[Laughs] Your sister?

What about your sister?

Promise you ain't gonna get ma...

Look, I promise you don't cut this shit out,
I'm gonna piss acid on your head, you hear me?

When you axed me where was Nichole...

I told you my aunt won't
let her out the house?

I was lyin' to you. She move out.
She down with this nigger James.

- James?
- He got that store...

I know who James is.

Nicky say James tired
of he be so small-time...

wanna be movin' out bigger,
so he be takin' the smack from Corky...

and sellin' it out in his store
'cause Corky promised him...

he gonna get rid of you.

I only lied to you 'cause I didn't
want you to get mad at my sister.

Nicky said she's sick and tired of you,
bein' married and with kids and all.

And James be treatin' her
nice and nasty.

That's how she said it:
"nice and nasty."

I went over there to talk to her
so that she be comin' back to you...

but I know she still be
goin' back there sometimes...

for her clothes and stuff
she be keepin' over there...

Chillie, call the apartment.

Better not be mixin'
none of this shit up, little homie.

- Understand me?
- It's straight up, Esteban, word.

Corky be goin' over
to James's store every night...

to set up they business and all.

Whenever I go to see Nicky
at night, Corky be there.

You know he gonna be there tonight.

[Chillie] No answer.

[Subway Rumbling]

[Chillie Speaking Spanish]

Looks like some kind of fuckin'
war council or some shit.

Conejo. It's gonna be the shortest
fuckin' war anyone ever fought.

Word, 'mano.

Fucking word.

My little homie's on the money.

My little money G.

[Beeping]

Okay, Sal, let's do it.

Herbie, you make sure your ass stays here 'til
you see with your own eyes it's all done.

Don't step one fucking toe
out this car.

- When it's done, you book back around and pick us up.
- Yeah, I got it, man.

I got it.

Hello, papa.
You got all right?

Vamanos!

Go, go, go!

[Whispering]

[Gunshots]

[Salvadore]
Hey! Where you goin', man?

Back in here!
Get the fuck in here!

[James] Who are you, man?
I don't even know who you are, man.

- [Salvadore] Shut up.
- [James] Man, what you doin'in here?

What is this about, man? Do you know?
Hey, man, you don't know me.

-[James] I don't know you. -[Salvadore] Shut
the fuck up and get down and stay there!

- [James] You fuckin' crazy or what?
- [Herbie] Hey!

[James] Comin'in here.
You bust into my crib.

[Herbie] Hey, where the fuck
you goin', man? Hey!

- This is my thing.
- Are you interested in my business? Huh?

You gonna fuck with me, nigger?
You wanna fuck my woman? You wanna fuck what's mine?

[James] There's no woman here, man.
No woman stay here.

- [Esteban] Oh, no?
- This is my place. I'm the only motherfucker here.

You fuckin' wearin' lingerie?
What's this, motherfucker? What is this, huh?

What is this you fuckin' got here?
What the fuck is this? Huh?

[Esteban Grunting]
What the fuck is this, huh?

- Uhh! Goddamn it!
- You gonna fuck what's mine? Huh?

- Stop! Holdit!
- Fuck this.

- Fuck!
- [Gunshot]

[Gunshots]

[Herbie] It's over, right?
Shit is done, right?

- Look done to me.
- [Engine Starting]

Oh, shit. Chillie.

Hey, come on, come on, come on!

Let's go.

[Herbie] They took Chillie out, 'mano.

I seen it right there.
They took him out.

Chill, homie.
You take it easy on that gas...

or I'm gonna stop the fuckin' car and
cut your fuckin' foot off, you hear me?

I can't fuckin' believe this shit, man.
I'm never fucking doin' this shit again, man.

- No fuckin' way.
- Callate, Herbie, callate.

[Herbie] Fuckin' shit, man.

Light is on.
Looks like she's up there.

'Mano, you should head home tonight.

- This is my own business, Sal.
- Yose, papa.

I'll just walk you to the door,
then cut out, okay?

I'll feel better.

First, you drop off
my little money man...

and then you hit that spot by the river
and you ditch the firepower, you got me?

Spike, you switch places
with Herbie after that.

I don't want this fuckin' pussy
doin' nothing else tonight.

Drive this car somewhere upstate
and put it in a lake.

I don't want to see it
ever again. �Tusabes?

Hey, my little money man.

You're a real man now.

Hey, look, don't worry.

I am not going to do anything
to harm your sister, okay?

I'm going to try
to work it out with her.

You be real chill 'til the end of the week.
You come and see me next Thursday.

I'm gonna have some serious shit
lined up for you, my man.

- [Speaking Spanish]
- Ya, Herbie.

[Spanish Continues]

- [Arguing In Spanish]
- What the fuck you doin' back there, nigger?

Stop the car.

Stop the car, man!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Get back in here, nigger.
This ain't where you live at.

You stupid, man? It's 1 0:00.
You think I'm goin' home now?

I'm gonna head over to my friend
Nicholas right up there.

Yo, you want to baby-sit him all fuckin'
night, maricon? Vamanos, motherfucker.

We outta here, man.

[Shopkeeper] Hey, kid,
you want something here?

Yeah, I gotta use the phone.
I gotta make a phone call.

- Payphone's outside.
- It's outside, I know.

I be goin' right out.

I couldn't go home.

I couldn't go there with everybody
askin' me questions and all.

So you come here?

I got no place else to go.

Put the bag down.

Why you always carrying that
around with you?

Does it look like school to you?

Your sister is telling me that you
called her this morning and told her...

your father wanted to see her at the
rehab center in Staten Island...

Like an emergency, right?

And she gone all the way
up there, and your father...

he's not checked in no more,
is that true?

Michael, why you lyin' to him?

I ain't lyin'.

So you're going to tell me that
he's lying about James too, right?

I can see whoever I want.

No. No.
Not exactly.

Now you can see whoever you want...

except for James.

No, you can't see him.
You can't see him no more.

Now maybe you can visit him
in his new place of residence...

but, you know, I don't think he's
going to be so much fun no more.

You don't own me.

I'm nobody's slave.

No. You are a slave
to the pudra blanca...

the god of white dreams,
and I am his master, me.

And as long as he is mine, so areyou.

You are mine.

- Nicky, don't walk away from me like that.
- [Doorbell Ringing]

- What the fuck is this, Grand Central Station?
- [Doorbell Ringing]

- Who the fuck is it?
- Police. Open the door.

- You got a warrant?
- We got a complaint of assault and battery from a neighbour.

- Now open the door or we're takin' it down.
- [Zipper Opening]

[Zipper Closing]

Hey, I got me a 1 2-8
on my private number, man.

Looks Like all those cards I been
handin' out paid off, hey, 'mano?

- Hey, I 'm not your brother, Perez, so fuck you too.
- Ohh.

You know, when I heard this address, man, I
just couldn't resist comin' here myself.

You know how intimidating big boys like
yourself can be to some poor housie, right?

So this is where you keep
your girlfriends, hey, 'mano?

It's a cheap-lookin' joint
if I may say so myself, man.

I never did figure you for no class, but this
might be pushing it. You all right, miss?

No, wait. We got a call there was
shouts and things and threats.

If he's hurting you,
just tell us, all right?

I'm gonna make sure he doesn't
come near you no more.

This is ridiculous, man. No, no.
We was just having a little talk.

It looks like you got
the wrong apartment, 'mano.

So why don't you get the fuck out of here before
I sue your ass for unprovoked harassment.

You sure you're
all right, miss? Hmm?

She just scared.

- He said he gonna kill her.
- What the fuck...

- Wait! No, wait a minute!
- Chill, motherfucker. Hands against the wall! Come on!

Keep... Come on!

I told him Nichole be seein'
James, and he got so mad...

he took his homeboys down to
James's store and dead all them niggers.

Wh-Where did you...
How do you know all this?

They made me go with 'em to show 'em where James be at.
They kill all them niggers.

- I don't know what the fuck this bastard's talking about!
- Shh!

I come back here 'cause
I was scared he gonna hurt my sister.

He like throw me inside,
yellin' and all.

He be pointin' his gun
at me and Nicky.

Nah. Naw, this nigger's
straight up lyin' to you.

When you knock, he be tellin' her how
he gonna kill her if she say somethin'.

She scared.
But I ain't scared.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey! You gonna listen
to this crazy bullshit all night, man?

Look, I ain't got nothing
on me, man. Nada!

I'm clean as a motherfucker.

Before you come in,
he throw it under the bed.

O'Toole.

- What the fuck!
- 'Mano, you're under fuckin' arrest, that's what the fuck.

Wait a second.
Somethin' else down here.

Oh-ho-ho.
Holy Christ on the cross.

Hey, now wait a minute!
It's not mine, man! It's not mine!

- That's not my shit. I don't know where it came from.
- Quiet!

You have the right to remain silent.
You have the right to an attorney.

Anything you say can and will
be used against you in a court of law.

You think I'm stupid enough to have two
kilos lying around the fucking house?

- I've been set up, man!
- Oh, yeah?

By who, hey, 'mano? This gun ain't yours?
Those bags fell out of the sky, right?

This apartment don't belong
to you, right? What?

You're fuckin' gone, 'mano.

Next time you see the sky you're gonna
look like fuckin' Rip Van Winkle. Piniera!

Take this muy fucked hombre
to the back room.

Call a three-car escort and the
forensics unit, all right? Come on.

[Siren Blares]

Michael...

now if this is the way
you say it is, right?

You testify to everything you've said?

We're gonna do everything
we can to protect you.

Ain't nothin' gonna be protection
enough around here no more.

Yeah, I know that.
Believe me, I know that.

You're gonna have to move, all right?
We're gonna find someplace for you to move to.

My sister too.

It ain't gonna be safe
for her, neither.

You gotta move her too.

Your sister too.

She's gonna be as safe as you are.

We'll find you
somewhere together, okay?

I don't wanna live
in no more projects.

You over an hour late.

I passed up two easy fish
waitin' here for you.

That makes me poorer by two dollars.

I'm not playing games here.
I got no time for that.

Life's got no time
for your little boy games.

You leave all that nonsense
at home when you come here.

All right, we gonna put it
on speed today.

I ain't stoppin' to give you
any little tips, either.

You sink or swim on your own today...

'cause I'm not always gonna be there
to hold your hand for you.

All right, you ready
for the real thing?

You ready to come get it?
You ready to come take it from your old man?

You ready to be the king?

[Children Squealing, Shouting]

# Yeah#

# Oh#

# Whoa-oh-oh-oh#

# Yeah#

# Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah #

# Hey, yeah #

# The ghetto #

# Talkin' about the ghetto Yeah #

# The ghetto #

# Talkin' about the ghetto #

# The ghetto #

# Tryin' to survive #

# The ghetto #

# Yeah, yeah #

# Little ghetto boy #

# In the ghetto street #

# What ya gonna do when you grow up #

# How you gonna make ends meet #

# Mmm, it's hard to even go outside #

# Every time you look at the news
there's a drive-by #

# Oh, we can no longer
ignore their cries #

# It's time for us to realize #

# The ghetto #

# Oh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah #

# The ghetto #

# Hmm-mmm #

# The ghetto #

# Tryin' to survive #

# The ghetto #

# Every day and every night now #

# The ghetto #
# Talkin' 'bout #

# The ghetto #
# Somethin' about the ghetto #

# Ho, ho #
# The ghetto #

# Talkin' 'bout the ghetto #
# Yeah yeah #

# The ghetto #
# Yeah, yeah, yeah #

# Talkin' 'bout the ghetto #

# Talkin' about the ghetto #
# The ghetto #

# Talkin' 'bout the ghetto #

# The ghetto #

These are hard times we're livin'in.

# The ghetto #
- But hold on.

Be strong, baby brother.

Change gonna come.

I swear change is gonna come.