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* Better watch your back

* Three rivers is murky

* Run up the jibs get touched in a hurry

* Lucky if you live to see 20 or 30

* With no holes in your body or your throwback jersey

* These hos ain't dirty

* Homeys do your dirty

* My city is green

* Everybody stays thirsty

* I'll let you know that my city ain't safe

* I got friends still living with holes in they face

* Wheelchair homeys can't move below the waist

* Don't be misled about the PGH

* The haters in the water and it's all about waste

* When the Jake bangs a cutty it's a open-shut case

* Everybody's broke in the ghetto

* We cut throats

* Steel City triggers we ain't easy to approach

* Folks in my city keep toasting the coat

* Beefs escalate you know for coke and the dope

* Still city killers everybody's below

* From the Village to the North Side

* Guns we tote

Since kindergarten, I had this brotherly connection

with my 4 closest friends.

- What's up, guys? - What's going on?

- 5 bucks a head. - There's my main man, Kevin.

- 5 bucks? - What's up with that?

We got our own shit, bro.

Yeah, man, well, you know, we got 3 kegs and a DJ to pay for, so it's 5 bucks.

Oh, man, that's whack.

I'm gonna be right back, okay?

Yeah, well, whack or not, it's 5 fucking bucks.

What are you gonna do, man?

Hey, spot me 5?

Yeah, man.

There you go.

All right.

- Go have some fun, huh? - Have a good time, guys.

There's crazy Chris.

Cool tat.

Can I see the rest of it?

Okay, switch.

There's smooth Darick.

- Dude, this is your mom's house. - You can do whatever you want.

You know what?

I don't know what to tell you.

Everybody paid 5 bucks.

- Steady Eddie. - Oh, man, that's whack.

Now I owe Porter 5 bucks.

Look, man, you want to buy an Island?

Yo, yo, yo, homes.

Give me a shot on that.

- Back up, man, back up. - My bad, my bad, my bad.

We're cool.

And then there was me.

I was the catalyst of the group.

We had one common theme.

It was the basis for numerous conflicts within each of our lives and,

I suppose, stunted our growth

from being the responsible people others expected us to be.

It was money.

It wasn't always parties, though.

During football season we took bets from our friends

on the college games.

You in on that? Look at him coming down.

He's at the 10.

He's at the 5.

Touchdown!

No!

Yes!

It was all small-time,

but your standard bookmaking operation, nonetheless.

The only problem was,

some of our money-making ideas cost more to put on than they brought in.

Who did that?

Oh, come-- all right, hang on a second.

All it would take is one moderate disaster to wipe out

a week's worth of hard work and profits.

So some jagoff stole the keg pump.

We're gonna lose a $100 deposit on that.

Perfect. Already down this week.

That's good.

- Good, all right. - Yeah.

What are you doing with your life, huh?

There's a lot of people willing to bend over backwards to help you.

Did your mom catch you in her underwear drawer again?

I was trying to look pretty for you, buddy.

I don't know who looks better in those things, you or her.

Me for sure.

I've been doing that Buns of Steel your mother taught me.

Tell your mom you're gonna be late tonight?

Why do you think she's screaming at me all the fucking time?

"Aiee!"

Yo, boys, I'm getting laid tonight like wall-to-wall carpet.

You say that every time we go out. Does that shit ever happen?

I'm trying to psych myself up, all right?

You can do all the positive thinking you want.

No one's going home with you

till you pop that fucking zit on the side of your face.

Hey, hey.

Leave it.

Damn it.

Why you got to give him shit like that? 'Cause he's good-looking.

He's better looking than you are. - Nobody's better looking than me.

- Marc Anthony, that's a good-looking guy. - Whoa, I would switch teams for him.

Hey.

How you doing?

What?

Fuck you.

Prick.

- Hey, what are you doing? - I came out for a smoke.

- It's freezing out here. - Yo, yo, yo, check it out.

Check it out.

- Are those hookers? - No, you jagoff.

They're Girl Scouts.

Hey, do me a favor.

Go over there and get me a box of Thin Mints.

Look at those tits.

I'm gonna break them off a 10 spot, see if I can get a piece.

Yeah, yeah, do it, do it.

All right, I'll see you in a minute.

- What's up? - Hey, guys.

What's going on?

Where you girls from? I haven't seen you around before.

Oh, well, we just moved into this joint.

My name's Sienna.

- And this is my girl Jasper. - Yeah, well, who you hiding from?

'Cause nobody comes on North Side unless they have to.

So you guys want to do something?

I'm a really fun date.

Tell me something.

What can I get for $10?

How about a kick in the dick?

That ain't exactly what I had in mind, sweetheart.

You know what?

I'd like to apologize for my friend.

Just to let you know, if I had the money,

I'd spend it in a second.

Aw, that's sweet.

Hey, I don't know if you guys are busy or not.

But, you know, can I buy you guys both a drink?

I mean, come on.

It's, you know, it's our bar.

We're always in there.

It's cold outside.

10 minutes, come on.

- All right. - Yeah?

All right, come on.

What do you guys like to drink?

Whiskey.

All right, Jasper. This is Eddie.

- Hi, nice to meet you. - This is Sienna.

- Hi. - Hi, nice to meet you.

Look at that punk. He's such a punk.

He doesn't even like playing darts.

Don't get bent just 'cause you ain't got no game.

I got game.

Hey, guys.

- What have you got, another pitcher? - Oh, this one's done.

I'll go get another.

Excuse me.

I want the good stuff, huh?

Here you go.

Yo, when you gonna get rid of that jacket, Bob?

You ain't Terry Bradshaw.

No, the glory days are over.

- At least I had glory days. - Ooh.

Yo, he just beat me to the punch. Bitch of it is; I saw them first.

Yo, yo, what did you talk about?

- What you talk about? - Not a whole lot.

Well, the pigtail's kind of tough.

Someone probably nailed her in the ass when she was 12

and fucked up her head.

Like what happened to Eddie on that camping trip?

Whatever, moron.

Hey, Bobby, you got that pitcher coming? Oh, man, I got to go.

- Kimberly's due back. - Hurry back.

We're gonna play hide the kielbasa with Eddie later.

Bring your sleeping bag.

- What's up, player? - Got another smoke?

Uh, yeah, man.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Sure appreciate it, my man.

I forgot to go to the store and buy a pack before it close.

You know?

I like them shoes too.

They clean.

Yeah.

I like 'em.

And right there I got the idea.

Shit, yeah, here he goes again.

Hold up, y'all.

I've been giving this a lot of thought.

Those hookers last night--

seriously.

Here are girls who live in a shitty-ass apartment

and smoke crack all day, right?

That is a business opportunity waiting to happen, y'all.

Yo, you okay with him pimping out your new girlfriends?

Shut up.

Yo, they're gold mines waiting to be discovered.

Your average hooker for hire is doing what,

like, 2, 3 dudes a night?

You know those hos do more guys than that.

All right, all right.

Make a point here.

Let's say 3.

They're charging something like $200 an hour.

Now, granted, guys don't keep them for more than an hour.

But that right there?

That's $600 a night.

Yo, there's no way those 2 girls are making 6 bones a night.

Exactly my motherfucking point,

'cause I'm not talking about your average back-alley ho.

I'm talking about

call girls, y'all.

They make $200.

Now check this.

$200, $600 times 7 days a week...

Do these chicks get off on each other?

Oh, I never make it this far.

Equals $4,200 a week, a week y'all.

Times 4 weeks in a month

equals $16,800.

That's almost $17,000 a month, y'all, per girl.

Per girl, y'all.

- What if they want a day off? - Fuck that.

They don't take a day off doing drugs, do they?

Hey.

You're not even paying attention.

Are you suggesting that we become pimps?

I would rather not use the term "pimp,"

rather the term "investors,"

'cause you got to figure it's gonna take a little seed capital

to get this thing going.

I mean, we've got to buy them new clothes and stuff,

get their hair did,

manicures, pedicures.

I figure all, like, $200 apiece.

Whoa, wait a minute. Hold up a second.

It was one thing when you wanted to raise rottweilers

in my backyard.

But this, this is another story, Brian.

You're talking about prostitution here.

Yeah.

So?

Eddie, this is prostitution.

I'm sorry.

You like working at the brewery?

Take a look at us, man, all of us.

In a couple years, y'all, we're gonna be 30.

You know what we're gonna have to show for that?

Nothing.

I work at a hardware store, and I'm 26 years old,

and I make $7 an hour.

And all I got waiting for me at the end of this

is a shitty-ass 401(k) and a bad back.

You work at a video store.

The garage, man.

Electronics store; you hate that place.

No offense, fellas.

We fucked up.

All right, and none of this shit's getting any better

unless we make it better now.

- I may not like it, but it pays the bills, you know?

Okay?

I know, man.

I know, Eddie.

And look, if all that you want out of life

is to pay those bills, man, then so be it.

But I don't want to live

on the Upper North Side of Pittsburgh my whole life.

I want to cross that bridge, y'all.

And I don't want to come back unless I choose to.

Y'all know what I'm saying at all?

It's a great idea, Brian. Really, it is.

But it's illegal, you know?

- Like hardcore illegal. - Thank you, Darick.

Y'all, so are sports bets, poker games, and marijuana.

But y'all don't got a problem with that.

Yo, I'm not asking you to kill somebody.

This ain't even like robbing a bank.

This is consenting adults.

It's a victimless crime.

Just--just--just think about it.

Think about it, y'all.

That's all I'm saying.

The decision to start our new business was unanimous.

Well, almost unanimous.

Are you kidding?

No, no.

- You know, I wouldn't get it otherwise. - Look, you can do your thing.

It's just not for me.

- What do you mean, man? - Because it's not right.

I mean, it's exploiting someone who is down on their luck.

- Oh, come on, Eddie. - Look, I want to go back to school and--

School?

Eddie, come on, man.

That's the whole thing.

You ain't gonna have to go to school, baby boy.

Yeah, but I want to go to school.

Come on, man.

Brian, I want to get my degree.

Okay, so instead of making fat cash now

and enjoying your life,

you really want to torture yourself through school?

That makes a lot of sense, Eddie.

I dig that.

I'm gonna go to school.

All right, look.

You do you.

Okay?

Come on, man.

- It's like that? - It's like that.

And with that, Kevin, Darick, Chris, and myself made a pact to become--

well, lack for a better word, pimps.

* Got pimping in my blood

* Hustling in my bones

* Guess who did that

* Guess who did that

- So that's your business idea? - Well, yeah.

It does sound like a pretty good idea.

We're fine.

We don't need a pimp.

We never have, never will.

Clean up your shit.

You do know that we are not criticizing what y'all do.

I love what y'all do.

Most definitely.

It's just the way in which you do it,

it could be better for you, for you.

I think that we can agree that jumping in cars with random scumbags

just ain't safe, right?

Okay, that's it; thanks, guys.

We're willing to spend money.

Yeah, we're all gonna chip in here.

Right, guys?

$200 apiece.

Or more, you know,

probably more.

Girls, we're willing to do whatever it takes to make this happen.

Okay?

Just talk to us.

You must have been smoking crack.

A cut of the business and buy their drugs?

Who's the lamb that's gonna do that?

'Cause I know it ain't gonna be me.

- Relax. - I can't relax.

That wasn't part of the plan, man.

Relax.

Come on.

Why don't you use your cell phone, man?

Why don't we use yours

so that they could trace it to you, you jagoff.

Darick's weed supplier, Marty, arranged a meeting

with this dude named Nate...

He knows that we're coming?

At what time?

All right.

A self-made cat who dealt in all matters of cocaine.

We're on.

Cool, cool.

* Yeah

* Yeah

* Money on the mind

* Hustling all the time

* All about the paper 'cause the younging on his grind

* Younging on his grind

* Young, younging on his grind

* Younging on his grind

* Young, younging on his grind

* Money on the mind

* Hustling all the time

* All about the paper 'cause the younging on his grind

* Younging on his grind

* Young, younging on his grind

* Younging on his grind

* Young, younging on his grind

What's up?

Uh, we're here to see Nate.

I'm Darick.

I'm Marty's friend from--

Yeah, I know who you are.

You the party from the North Side.

Get your dumb asses inside.

Don't be naming names on my porch, motherfucker.

Take your hat off.

Daryl, come here, son.

Go help your Mama.

Take your toy.

Baby?

Come on, Daryl.

Let's watch TV.

Come on, come on.

- He ain't never seen that many white boys together at once.

So tell me.

Why the sudden interest in the crack cocaine trade?

Well, Nate, we don't...

We don't

Really think that that matters.

With all due respect, man.

You know, the situation is

that we're gonna be needing, like, a fairly large quantity of product

on a fairly regular basis.

I didn't mean to sound like a dick.

We're not really asking where it's coming from,

you know, so I don't really figure it should matter

where it's going, right?

What's your name again?

I'm Brian.

Okay, Brian.

Let me tell you something.

You best start caring where the stuff comes from.

Dig?

'Cause shit rolls downhill, if you know what I'm saying.

And I don't run that kind of program.

My supplier knows the intricacies of my business,

and I know the intricacies of those I do business with.

Without that, we ain't got shit to talk about.

All right, all right.

I mean, that makes sense.

You got to know.

Right.

The deal is, we got some girls

who are willing to date guys in exchange for crack.

Y'all got what willing to do what?

Girls, hookers willing to date dudes for crack.

Whoa, man, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

So what you telling me is,

y'all are pimping hos.

Is that it?

That's what you said.

You white motherfuckers are pimping bitches?

For real?

For real?

Damn, a nigger can't have shit no more.

I'm a pimp.

What?

I am, right?

Oh, damn.

Yo, man.

Y'all cool with me.

Come on.

Y'all make yourself at home, pimps.

Yeah, I remember back in the day, I was a pimp.

See, the pimp game, that's about getting the bitch

to sell that ass and give you money, not half of it, not 3/4 of it, all of it.

But in your case, you're in partnership

with the bitches' first love, which is crack cocaine.

So you take on those bitches, you take on their habits.

It could be costly.

How much shit you talking?

That's where we're running into a little confusion, man.

You know, we--

we don't know how much that translates to on your end,

but the girls are saying--

Whoa, wait.

First off, any female who suck dick for a living,

she ain't no girl.

My wife's a girl, a lady.

Them hos you get?

They bitches.

All right.

The bitches.

There you go.

Now all y'all say it.

The bitches.

My niggers. All right, man.

Well, the bitches say they're smoking about 20 rocks a day.

I don't know what that--

They're probably buying $10 rocks.

That's $200 a day.

Multiply by 2 bitches.

They're your bottom bitches.

You're gonna get more bitches.

Shit, man.

You talking about a sizeable amount of stuff,

especially if you talk about buying month to month.

Like how much?

Mm, somewhere in the neighborhood of 15 Gs.

Well, you know, we were wondering if,

you know, we could get a volume discount.

What?

- A volume discount. - A volume discount?

What the fuck is a volume discount?

Do I look like a motherfucking flea market?

No.

No, I don't give out no discounts.

My prices are fixed.

What you pay for a gram last week, you pay this week.

I don't fluctuate.

And I sure as hell don't give out no motherfucking discounts.

Sorry.

I tell you what.

Look, I ain't got no time to be making no extra group of rocks for your hos.

Y'all got to do that yourselves.

So you give me 15 Gs-- no, fuck that.

Give me 12 Gs.

I'll go to my supplier, get a kilo.

You let me cut it up.

I take 4 ounces off the top for myself.

We call it even.

All right, well, we're not gonna have that kind of cash

right off the bat.

It's all still new to us, man.

So we're gonna have to be buying smaller amounts

till we get things rolling.

You gonna show us how to make the rocks?

You get your bitches to give me a volume discount?

We could work something out.

Deal, baby. Let's go.

Welcome to the lab, fellas.

This here, that's a kilo.

Back in the day,

I got a bitch going to jail stuff that up her ass.

Glass broke.

Bitch got high off it.

Her ass sucked it up.

Crack ass.

Show you how to make this shit.

You got to get 2/3 cocaine

with 1/3 baking soda.

Put some water in there.

You let that simmer.

Stir this.

You know that aroma?

Just smell it in.

Go ahead, smell it.

Yeah.

And Chef Nathaniel creates his famous

crack cocaine souffle with Arm & Hammer seasoning spice.

Ta-da.

And Chef Nate can cook it, can sell it.

But most important rule, don't partake in the product.

Makes a motherfucker lose focus and fuck everything up.

Y'all feel me?

Yeah.

Keep this up.

That's how it's done.

Then you chop it up into little pieces,

and you get rocks.

See that there?

That sell for 20 bucks

on any street in America.

The American dream.

Mm, small little thing, ain't it?

It's so cute.

Yeah, it was great.

I mean, Bozeman was like,

"Darick, you're late.

Your shift started 2 hours ago."

I was like, "Hey, my bad, dog.

"You know, I thought I was off.

I just thought I'd come down and let you eat my ass."

That's my boy.

Hey.

Did I just hear what I think I heard?

Hey, look.

I got it covered, all right?

- Yeah, what do you mean, you got it covered? - I mean, I got a handle on it.

Just relax.

I'm not gonna do anything to hurt James here.

I don't know, Brian.

Chris, don't puss out on me now, all right?

I need you to do this.

Why can't Darick or Kevin do it?

Because I need you to do it.

The girls can't be alone right now, all right?

We got to have somebody with them 24 hours, 7 days a week.

We got to keep an eye on our investment, man.

I don't know.

Chris, everybody is doing their part, baby boy.

And this is what I need you to do, all right,

in order for this to work.

You need to do this.

You're gonna be living under the same roof

with 24-hour, 7-day-a-week pussy, man.

Come on.

All right.

Yes.

You're gonna be rich.

You're gonna be rich.

Okay, so there's this documentary.

Yeah, it's about this German director.

Basically they have, you know,

they hired 2 different actors for the same scene.

And the first actor is like this English rock star guy.

And he's like, "It's pretty cool, right? "

And then it's horrible, obviously.

We're just like, "Whoa, that's crazy."

And then you see, like, all the people down at the bottom of the bell tower,

and they're all like, "What the fuck? "

It's amazing.

It's my favorite thing.

You guys want a beer?

Yeah. I can take one.

Sure.

Get your shit out of my bathroom.

Hi.

Hi.

So what was that in there?

What?

I kind of sense you vibing me a little bit.

Oh, really?

Vibing you?

Maybe you weren't?

Maybe.

"Maybe," huh?

What, "maybe" is not good enough for you?

Yeah, "maybe" is good enough.

Shit, I haven't had a "maybe" in a while.

So when was your last "maybe"?

It's been a couple months.

What about you?

- When was your last "maybe"? - Yesterday.

Did I ruin it for you?

I don't know.

Got me thinking.

Thinking about what?

You're a smart girl.

You're cute, cool to hang out with.

I just don't get it.

What don't you get?

That you could sell your body to some scumbag you never even--

Don't fucking touch me. You understand me?

You're not my daddy. I already have one of those.

Believe me.

Hey.

Where's your partner at?

Oh, she's up in the apartment trying some stuff on.

Right on.

Check it out.

Now, you see, that's what I'm talking about.

None of these sluts know how to market themselves.

Look at this shit.

"White European female, 25, alcohol only."

What does that tell you?

Nothing.

That doesn't tell you shit.

Look, the key to this business is marketing.

You got to be explicit.

You got to say stuff like, you know,

"Hot blonde likes it up the ass,"

or "Empty your nuts in my mouth."

You guys are laughing, but I'm fucking serious, okay.

That's how you get their attention.

All in the marketing.

What's our ad say?

Oh, ours is nice, man.

Home girl wrote most of it.

"Tandem Greek freak specializing in BDSM,

water sports"...

That's pissing.

"Role-play.

"Let your fantasy become reality.

One blonde, one dirty, 23, 24, alcohol only."

Boom.

Tandem Greek freak? Jasper, you wrote that?

No, no, no.

That part's my contribution.

Hey.

Kevin's phone's been ringing nonstop.

With dudes?

Yeah, man.

We got, like, 10 calls in the last hour.

Well, let's start calling them back, right?

Schedule in some shit.

What am I supposed to say to these guys?

Homey, you ain't got to say anything, man.

Just ask them what time they want to party.

All right, give me this.

Hey, y'all.

This is it, what it's all about, right here, right now.

Yeah, did you call this number?

Yeah.

Yeah, this is the escort service.

Oh, we got 2 girls; a blonde and a dirty blonde.

You can have one, or you can have them both.

Ah, 200 bucks an hour for one or 300 bucks for the both,

which is, you know, my friend, it's obviously a better deal.

Okay, just one?

Which one?

The blonde?

Yeah, okay.

Yeah.

Holy shit.

What?

It's just a wig.

No, no, no, not a problem.

Everything's fine.

Okay.

No, no, no, sure.

It's not a problem.

No, I was talking--

The guy just hung up.

Give me that before you hurt yourself.

Press Send again.

Hey, baby, you just call?

Hi.

Yeah, my name's Jasper.

What's your name?

Hi, Don.

How can I help you, baby?

Yeah, I can do that.

All right, I'm gonna pass you over to my assistant.

He's gonna get directions.

All right, see you soon, baby.

Damn!

That's like some straight-up hottie fly shit.

All right, no problem.

Make sure you get a tip.

Just keep it to yourself.

* I like the way she drop it down to the floor

* Break it off wiggle it a little more

* She got a nigger hard up-

Yes.

Yes, yes.

Get in there, get in there. Way to make an outfit.

My man, could you-- real quick?

Appreciate that.

* When I came in the door

* I seen her before

* Dropping that ass all the way down to the floor

* Yeah, I like what's going on over there

* Oh, I don't think the girl really know

* How she got the whole club moving in slo-mo

* When they can't keep up

6 months into our little business, things could not have been going better.

Early on, I got this idea to offer the Johns cocaine and weed

in addition to the girls, kind of like a party package.

That turned out to be more lucrative than the girls themselves.

For a bunch of half-assed guys like us, we had a pretty air-tight operation.

Nate grew to be an invaluable resource,

providing us with any quantity of shit we needed

so long as he got his cut,

4 ounces from every kilo we ordered,

which became almost 2 keys a week.

That was all Darick's job.

He was in charge of everything that had to do with cocaine:

buying it, transporting it, cutting it, making the rocks,

and most importantly, keeping our girls fed

with their daily needs.

I had Darick move into the girls' apartment just for convenience.

Every day, he'd deliver crack for the girls

along with any other packages that the Johns

might have ordered for the upcoming night.

It was perfect.

Trick or treat, ladies. Let's get it going, all right?

With the help of Jasper,

who turned out to have quite the mojo for business,

we recruited 3 more girls: Tiara...

Here, Tiara.

Moira, and Sebastian.

Here you go, Sienna.

Looking good.

And the beautiful thing was how the transactions took place,

because none of us were dealing directly with the Johns.

The risk to us was minimal.

It was the girls who had their asses on the line,

because they were the ones who were actually making the transactions.

Drugs for money and sex on top of it.

If any of the Johns turned out to be cops, girls' asses that got busted, not us.

Our only contact with the customers was through Kevin.

He was in charge of setting up the dates.

It was ingenious.

The Johns would respond to the call girl ad

by calling Kevin's prepaid cell phone so it couldn't be traced.

Then after one of the girls has sex with the John, and only then,

will Kevin proposition the guy next time,

ask him if he wanted any blow.

Jasper?

No, she's not available right now.

Oh, well, how about this?

How about I send over this hot little blonde number for half price?

How's that sound?

Yeah, very.

Very.

Uh-huh, okay.

All right.

Yeah, I'll have her at your doorstep ready to party

in less than an hour.

All right, man.

- After Kevin got the order for coke and the girl,

he'd call Chris and give him the John's address,

tell him what the order was for along with which girl he wanted.

Not a problem.

Chris would then let Darick know so he could fill the coke order

kind of like a pharmacist

and bring it down to his place later for delivery.

And just as a precautionary measure,

Darick would then call Kevin back to confirm the coke order

and the quantity.

Not that I didn't trust any of my guys, but I didn't want to leave any loopholes

just in case anybody got any ideas, you know?

As for me, well, I probably had the best job of them all.

I was quality control and general manager

of the whole operation.

Every week I would pass out the cash

so Darick could buy his coke, give Chris money for rent and gas,

and gave Jasper funds for the girls' clothes and makeup.

A few bills for Kevin's cell phone and the adult ads.

Everybody got their cut.

How much are you spending on clothes per day?

This goes to my girl.

She's earned it.

My man, good.

Now, this is for you, if you brought something in.

But you don't.

I can't be having you come in--

I personally was pulling in about 20 grand a week.

Not bad for a high school dropout.

Hell, I would have been fine with that in a year.

I guess that's the irony of destiny.

- Is this too gaudy? - Beyond gaudy.

It's John Gotti.

You know, I got a few new threads,

but you guys,

you guys are nuts.

Yo, say hello to my little friends.

Holy shit.

Is that a-- - M16 with a 403 grenade launcher.

Yes it is.

Why do you have that?

I think the question should be, "Why not? "

Fair enough. Yo, I'll catch y'all later.

I'm gonna go get that 60-inch plasma.

Work it out.

Yeah, yeah, it's good to see you.

Darick, what did you do?

Where do you keep getting this kind of money?

Don't start.

It's not like that.

It's not stolen.

I swear.

It's all hundreds.

Buy whatever you need.

And get something for your mom too, okay?

Look, I know I haven't been the best father for James.

You and I, we've had our problems.

I'm gonna change that, all right?

I just need a little more time.

Okay.

You know it's not about the money, right?

James needs his dad.

I'm trying here.

Okay, I am.

I'm trying.

I just need you to hang in there with me, okay?

Okay?

Okay.

And all this stays?

Absolutely, as is.

- Do you smell that? - No.

What is it?

It's pussy.

I'm sorry?

Look at this place, man.

The kind of joint where panties come right off.

Oh, yes.

You want to know what I'm gonna put right there?

A panty basket. Hell yeah.

Have you seen Snoop?

None of them cats with a panty basket in their crib.

I'm gonna be the first motherfucker.

Does that mean we have a deal?

Yeah.

Any of you guys want an Island?

Oh, yeah, no, I know.

But it's just like a temporary thing.

You know, what I really want to do is act.

You know, like in regular movies, like a romantic comedy or something.

Yeah, so I got a few more prerequisites to finish,

and then I can enter that program.

You know, I got a full boat this semester.

Oh, that's great, man. That's great.

Yeah.

Yeah.

- Hey, have you seen Jasper any place? - No, no, I haven't.

I haven't seen her.

Well, I'll see you in a minute, all right?

* Hit me up and we can ball today

* I'm from the hood in the city

"Like a rose caught in a book

"on which pure women may not look,

"for its base pages claim control

and crush the flower within the soul."

That was my sister Jenny's favorite poem.

You know, she was only 13, and I was 14,

when we moved out here from Wisconsin, just the two of us.

Where's your sister now?

You can only self-medicate for so long.

And about 6 months ago, she just didn't wake up.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Thanks.

I wish I had known.

I never would have let that happen.

I don't want to do this anymore, Kevin.

I don't know.

I thought I'd do this business with you guys,

and that would be my ticket out.

But I'm scared,

because this life is, you know, all I know.

What is it that you want to do?

I don't know.

It's okay; it's okay.

My nigger.

Thanks for the shamrock, man.

Does this make me Irish now?

Nah.

You know, you blowing up, man.

Yeah, you a real player now.

Oh, thank you, brother.

Thank you.

Thing is, though, I ain't the only one who notice.

You moving a lot of shit.

That many K flowers in a week ain't no joke.

That many K flowers in a month ain't no joke.

You got bitches.

You got the D flowers.

You got websites.

Seems like you on the tip of just about everything.

And the powers that be, they're starting to ask questions.

Well, what you talking about, brother? Who's asking questions?

Nigger, you think I grow these D flowers

in my backyard?

No, they is they.

And they are putting you on notice.

They gonna start taxing your ass.

From here on out, the going rate for a K flower

is gonna be 30 Gs.

You feel me?

Made payable directly to they.

30 grand?

That's fucking nuts.

Hey, baby, baby, don't trip, man.

I don't like it either.

That's the cost of being a baller.

So just roll with it.

That's all you can do.

What if I decide to start getting my shit from someplace else, man?

What happens then?

You don't want to know the answer to that question, dog.

Yeah?

On real, don't get it twisted, baby.

So just be cool.

Keep everything together.

And look at it this way.

You made it, dog.

Oh, yeah, you're a big-time baller,

because they don't come knocking unless you're a bona fide player.

So you be cool.

Peace out.

Good thing gonna be all right, baby.

And thanks for the shamrock.

Happy birthday to me.

Rule number 1.

Never partake in your own product.

You remember that?

Hey, man.

It's your birthday.

People are looking for you.

They're gonna bring out the cake in a minute.

I'm gonna be down in a second, all right?

Darick.

Check this shit out, man.

Boom.

- Oh, man, that it tight. - You like that?

That costs more than your car right there.

That cost more than my life.

Hey, man.

Hey, sweetie.

Yo, here he is.

Happy birthday!

Kevin, Kevin.

Where's Darick?

Where's Eddie?

Eddie, Eddie.

How you doing, my man?

I'm good, man.

I'm good. I'm good.

- Happy birthday, buddy. - Happy birthday, dog.

Thank you, man.

For sure, for sure.

Eddie, thanks for coming, man.

Come here.

Hey, let's get this picture. Let's get this picture.

For us.

It's fucking bullshit, Kevin.

What kind of fucking punks do they think they're dealing with, dude?

I'm not somebody you fuck with, Kevin.

I did not work this fucking hard to be disrespected.

I swear to Christ, man.

Ever since we been coming up,

the walls have eyes and shit, man.

I've been seeing strange dudes around my place.

I don't even feel like this fucking cell phone is safe, man.

- Are you gonna wait for me? - Yeah.

Tiara and Moira are at the hotel for a couple more hours.

I'm here.

All righty.

You are so freaking cute.

God, all right.

I'll see you in 30 minutes.

* A place I never been before

* 'Cause all I know it's hard out there

* And y'all know it is

* So tell me

* Show me a place that we can go

* Some place I never been before

* 'Cause all I know it's hard out there

* And y'all know it is

You want to smoke some crack?

* Left behind where the sun it just shines

* And we find our own spot in the shade

Police.

Open the door. Open the door.

Police; open the door.

Step out, hands up.

Step out, step out.

Come on out, out.

Out.

Up against the wall.

Go over there.

Against the wall, against the wall.

Put your hands on the wheel!

Put your hands up!

Up, up!

Now!

Hello?

What?

What?

Hold on, hold on.

Slow down.

I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Hey.

Hey.

So who the hell was this guy?

Some white-collar computer nerd.

He's used us 3 times.

He always asks for Sienna.

This time, well, I guess he flipped his lid

and fucking killed her.

So what's going on with Chris?

Hey, asshole.

Did you hear what he just said?

Some fucking shitbag killed her.

Sienna is dead.

Thank you for that, Darick.

I already heard that part.

What is it that you want me to do about that?

You want me to cry about that?

Is that what you need?

You need me to tear up a little bit?

Is that what's going on?

You're losing it, man.

What the fuck is going on with Chris?

You're slipping.

What the fuck is going on with Chris?

Um, he said they booked him for possession and intent to distribute.

They found Sienna's gig bag in the back of his car

with all her clothes and shit

and started thinking about charging him with pimping and pandering as well.

They're holding him without bail, Brian.

You want to fix this shit, or should I?

I'll fix it, like I fucking fix everything, dude.

Okay.

My stepbrother, huh?

That's a good one.

Yeah, well, you know,

I wasn't sure who all could come see you, so...

Thanks.

Yeah.

So...

what exactly do they know?

About what, you guys?

Nothing.

So you didn't tell them anything?

Not yet.

Whoa, what do you mean, "not yet"?

Listen, man.

I'm in serious, serious trouble here, Brian.

They got me on possession of a controlled substance

and possession of cocaine with intent to distribute,

and they're trying to stick me with pimping and pandering too.

They know what I was doing there, man.

I'm lucky if I escape by with just that.

Even then I'm looking at mandatory jail time.

And I'm telling you straight out, I can't go to prison.

I can't even stand it here.

Whoa, whoa, baby boy.

Nobody said anything about you going to prison, okay?

You got me.

What?

Brian, there's nothing you can do or say to get me out of this.

I'm in fucking jail, man, on 2 felonies.

And I'll probably be charged with 2 more before the day is over.

I know.

I know.

I'm just saying,

you telling them about us ain't gonna help out your situation any.

That's all I'm saying.

I mean, just know that.

I'm not planning on telling them about you guys.

I know you wouldn't.

What they want to know is where I got the cocaine from.

The attorney they gave me is trying to work a deal

with the deputy DA to drop the charges

if I tell them who and where I got the coke from.

Okay, Chris.

Listen to me, all right?

Do not let them sucker you in to that bullshit.

Seriously, man.

Don't.

If you tell them about Nate,

it'll fuck everything up.

Everything is already fucked up, Brian. Look at me.

Look at where I am.

Hey.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Chris, sit down.

Sit down now.

Look, it's Sienna, man.

Don't worry about that right now. Now, listen to me.

Listen to what I am saying to you.

Guys like you don't go to prison for things like this, Chris.

It doesn't happen.

This being your first offense,

you know, overcrowding, baby boy, they're gonna let you go.

They're gonna give parole, send you home,

maybe some community service or something, okay?

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Well, what if they don't?

What if they don't send me home?

What if they send me to the state pen with a bunch of gang banging butt pirates?

What if that happens, Brian, huh?

I am telling you that they won't.

They're trying to scare you, Chris.

That's how these fucking people operate.

Don't let them.

I'm sorry if it's gonna fuck up your business,

but right now, Nate is my only ace in the hole.

And what then, huh?

What do you think's gonna happen then?

You think that shit's not gonna come back on all of us?

You think Nate's gonna be a hospitable fucking guy

after you fucking backstab him?

He won't know who told on him.

The cops will just act like

it's a routine drug bust or something.

Christopher.

Come on, man.

You think Nate's stupid?

Only a matter of time, baby boy, until he finds out

you got picked up.

And then--

then we're all gonna be fucked.

All of us, Chris.

I would rather take my chances with Nate than go to prison.

I don't know what else to tell you. I'm sorry.

Time's up, Collins.

Chris, listen to me.

I don't think you understand how dangerous this situation is, okay?

You got to give me time to figure it out.

Chris, don't say anything to anybody.

Chris.

Chris.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Yeah, have them meet at the girls' place.

Tonight.

Yeah.

Hey, Kevin, um--

I'll see you tonight, all right?

All right.

There he is.

Hey.

Hey, did you see Chris?

We good?

Yeah.

And what's the deal?

He's gonna be out like tomorrow or the next day.

Something like that.

What do you mean he's gonna be out tomorrow?

I got it taken care of.

Ladies, I need you guys go in the other room.

Go, go, go.

Come on, come on, come on.

Go.

I took care of it.

What do you mean you took care of it?

I mean I took care of it, homey.

Okay, he's gonna be okay.

We're gonna be okay.

Nothing's gonna come back on us.

A little faith, huh?

Kevin, a little faith?

All right, all right.

Now it's back to business, okay.

We got to get things on track.

Brian, I wanted to talk to you about that.

You know, I've been thinking.

You know, with all the shit that's gone down lately,

you know, it seems that, you know,

maybe it's time we get out of this life, bro.

You know, I know that we planned all this shit.

You know, but we never really talked about how

or when we were gonna end this.

Maybe now is the time.

And then what, huh, Darick?

Then what happens?

We end it tonight.

What happens?

Then we go on with our lives.

Go on with our lives?

Just like that?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Why not?

Tell me something, man.

Could you go back, working that 9:00 to 5:00,

having somebody tell you what to do

after you've been making 20 grand a week for the past year?

I wouldn't need to go back to a 9:00 to 5:00 gig, man.

I've got money saved.

You got money saved.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I got money saved, you know, unlike you,

who went out and bought a fancy apartment and all your toys.

You know, my life hasn't changed all that much.

How much money you got saved, Darick?

I got enough.

Don't worry about me.

I got enough.

You got enough for what?

For what?

To not work the next 10, I don't know, man, maybe 15 years if you milk it.

Then you're gonna be middle-aged, Darick,

and you gonna be back at the fucking garage.

No.

No, I'll go back to school or something.

School.

I can just see that shit now, dude,

drug-dealing pimp enrolled in Carnegie Mellon.

I'm not a drug-dealing pimp, all right?

- You're not a drug-dealing pimp? - No.

You got a kilo of coke stashed in your garbage disposal at home.

And you're in a house with 3 hooker whores.

And you got nothing to do with it?

You got equal share in this bullshit like the rest of us, Darick.

Yeah, well, that's the whole thing. Ain't it, Brian?

I don't want to stake my claim in life as some drug-dealing pimp.

Not anymore.

Oh, and Sienna?

That's our responsibility, Brian.

That's our fault.

What am I supposed to say to my kid when I'm behind bars?

See, that fucking kid, that's your problem.

This shit is way out of control.

What a little fucking bitch.

I'm done too.

What?

Yeah, I'm done too.

Kev--

I told the girls to go to their room.

I told the girls to go to their fucking room.

Kevin.

Kevin.

About 4 months now.

Couldn't find a bitch some place else?

I mean, really?

I'm in love, man.

Listen to me.

We got money, huh?

We got more money

than we ever imagined we'd have as kids.

This is getting bad, man.

Chris just got busted.

People are dying.

We got to get out of this.

You know what I'm saying?

We got to be done with this, get on,

try and find like, some normal life or something.

This is my life, Kevin.

This is our lives, man.

This--

It's everything that we ever wanted

since childhood, man, since--

since we were kids.

Come on, get up.

Just go.

Go.

Go.

What up?

- You remember my boy Chris? - Yep.

He got arrested a couple nights ago.

A lot of shit went down, man.

One of the--

one of the fucking hos got killed, dude.

Cops came through, scooped him up.

He had a bunch of fucking coke,

a lot of fucking crack in the car.

Go on, chill.

I think he gonna snitch.

Why didn't you tell me this from the get-go?

We could have nipped this shit in the bud.

I didn't know.

I didn't know it was gonna go like this, dude.

Those are my boys.

Well, it ain't over till it's over.

Don't worry about it.

You got an established clientele.

Bitches are dime a dozen.

And you got me pinch-hitting.

Don't worry about it.

Now we gonna have to make some drastic moves.

The peeps above would have it no other way.

You feel me?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Have a seat, G.

Bye, Daddy.

See you tonight, baby.

Come on, Daryl.

Let's go.

How you doing this morning, young man?

- Could be better.

I heard that.

Need to use the john before I start cleaning it?

No thanks.

Eh, just thought I'd ask.

Fella yesterday waited till I cleaned the whole thing

and sprayed diarrhea all over the bowl.

You don't seem the kind of fella

to do something like that though.

I can't do this.

This your first time in jail?

Yep.

Hopefully my last.

You said a mouthful there.

Don't wind up like me now,

old and decrepit, always being told what to do.

That ain't no way for a man to live,

especially a young fella like yourself.

This ain't me.

This ain't me. This ain't me.

This ain't me.

Just go home.

Go the fuck home, man.

Go home.

This is crazy.

- How long you been incarcerated? - Eh, shoot.

I've been in and out of correctional institutions

for most of my adult life,

for a good portion of my adolescence.

You have a wife and kids?

No, sir, can't say I do,

at least none that I know about.

Maybe in the next life, huh?

Hey, what was your name?

Chris.

Chris.

Pleased to meet you, Chris.

I'm Rudy.

All clear.

Your regular programming with this late-breaking news.

Police need your help identifying possible suspects

in connection with a citywide prostitution and drug trafficking ring.

The suspects appear to be based out of the Brighton neighborhood

on the North Side of Pittsburgh.

If you have any knowledge of an individual--

Fuck.

Help in this case, please contact North Side detectives

And as always, any information will remain confidential.

Come on, babe. Let's go.

What's he doing?

He's got a gun!

It was Nate's idea to replace Kevin and Darick

with a couple of dudes he did time with upstate.

My end of the deal was to take out Kevin,

for 1, prove to Nate I was down for the long run;

for 2, set up this insurance policy

so there wouldn't be anymore of this tattletale bullshit.

If all went well,

I would have shit on Nate,

and he would have shit on me.

Condemning one another would seal our own fate.

When I told Nate about Chris,

he assured me he had the situation handled.

Had I known he was gonna use a geriatric janitor for the job,

I never would have agreed.

He stabbed him everywhere but the head, heart, and lungs.

I'm no doctor, but everybody knows

those are the kill zones, not the stomach.

Why-- why are you bleeding?

Why are you bleeding?

We got to go to the hospital.

No, no, no.

We have to get on the plane.

No, I'm not getting on the plane. We're going to the hospital.

No, you have to get on the plane. You can't go to the hospital.

They know what you look like.

I'm gonna send somebody to the hospital to get you, okay?

Okay.

You'll come meet me in a couple days. You sure it's all right?

- Are you sure you're all right? - Yeah, yeah.

I'm fine.

I love you.

Yeah?

What's up?

Are you with Kevin and Darick? No, why?

Chris' parents just called, and, look, someone tried to kill Chris, man.

And he thinks that you set him up.

Man, he signed an affidavit all about your business.

Had a good run, huh?

Hey, man, you--

you remember when--

when my father was still alive,

and he used to put on those puppet shows

in the front yard?

You and me, we would-- we would--

we would play Fatty and Skinny.

And you used to make my mother laugh so hard.

You remember that?

Listen, you--

you got to do me a favor, Eddie, okay?

If anything happens to me, man, you got to--

you got to promise to take care of her, okay?

Eddie?

Promise me, man.

Sure.

North Side police have just reported

that the suburban shooting in the Shaler area this afternoon

seems to be connected to the ongoing investigation

of a North Side mafia group.

The gang is involved with prostitution and drug distribution,

including such street-level substances as heroin

and crack cocaine.

The leaders of this organization are believed to be working

out of the Brighton section of the North Side.

They are deemed armed and dangerous.

Do not attempt to approach these individuals.

Police are asking that any information

that may help in the apprehension and conviction be forwarded to them.

Help keep our neighborhoods safe.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on!

Sir, the water's off.

Freeze!

Put your hands behind your head.

Don't move.

- Let's get that bird out of here.

Get your men up on that roof.

Ward, take the back.

Go, go!

Hello?

Mama.

Hey, hey.

I, uh--

listen.

I was wondering if maybe that you could forgive me for this?

You know what I mean?

You know, Mama, it's okay.

It's okay.

Secure the perimeter.

Make sure this place is taped off.

I see him.

He's on the patio.

Suspect is on the patio.

Hold your fire.

Hold your fire.

Let's take this son of a bitch alive.

You, drop the gun!

Drop the gun!

Drop the gun!

Drop the gun now.

Drop the gun!

Put the gun down! Do it now.

Put it down.

We will shoot you! Put the weapons down.

Put the gun down and get down. On the ground now.

Do it now.

Hands on your head now.

Drop the gun!

Hands on your head!

We will shoot you.

Put the weapons down.

Get on the ground!

Get down on the ground.

Put your gun down and get down.

Now! Do it now!

Get down on the ground.

Hold your fire.

Hands on your head now.

Hands on the back of your head now.

Put your hands behind your head.

Do it now. Let's go.

Do it now.

- Now! - Do it now!

Who fired?

Cease fire.

They is they, motherfucker.

Let's get the wagon in here.

The day we buried Brian and Darick, Kevin called to give his condolences.

He and Jasper had made it safely out of the country,

but he didn't say where.

He couldn't say where.

Subtitles: Arigon

Brian and the organization made a combined fortune

of $7.3 million in the course of a year.

And it was all gone.

They wanted to leave their mark on the world,

leave something for others to remember them by.

Hey, it's Pittsburgh, the city of bridges,

a town where your neighborhood defines your destiny.

These guys were my best friends.

But they took a road that I wasn't willing to follow.

And though they were flying high for a while, in the end,

what they didn't realize

is that they were flying off the bridge to nowhere.