All language subtitles for Money.and.Violence.S01E02_English

♪ Yeah, Brooklyn

- ♪ Them young boys
be whilin' ♪
- ♪ Whilin'

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

- ♪ Them young boys
be whilin' ♪
- ♪ Yeah

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

- ♪ Yeah
- ♪ See, I don't wanna
see you hurt ♪

♪ But pain brings you
a little closer ♪

♪ You said you ride to die,
you're supposed to be
like my soldier ♪

♪ Said you was lookin' out,
but I'm lookin' over
my shoulder ♪

♪ Holding hammers like grudges, the bitch ass around us,
they know us ♪

♪ Them young boys
be whilin', all this money
and violence ♪

- ♪ Yeah, them young boys
be whilin' ♪
- ♪ Whilin'

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

- ♪ Yeah, them young boys
be whilin' ♪
- ♪ Whilin'

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

♪ Them young boys
be whilin' ♪

♪ All this money
and violence. ♪

[ gunshot echoes ]

[ rumbling ]

- I can't believe this
motherfucker, man.
- [ captive groans ]

A fucking week, man.

A fucking week
we had this dude, man.

- [ groaning ]
- Yo...

that paper really worth
your life, homeboy?

- Miz: Chill, man.
- Fuck that, man.

I say we take this
nigga back to the spot.

A couple more days,
he's gonna crack.

For what?
What more can
we do to him?

This nigga ain't telling.
He ain't giving up the
location to that paper.

Man, you don't
know that.

Man, he only got
three fingers left.

I realized
after you cut off
the fifth one

is that he wanna die.
He ready to die.
He not givin' it up.

- Fuck, man,
I needed this paper.
- Man, I get it,

but you're just
frustrating yourself.
The longer we keep him--

I know, Miz.
I know.

Then you already know
what you gotta do, man.

We ain't never speakin'
about this again.

[ sighs ]

Yo, you gonna
lose your life
over nothin', man.

I don't even
understand that shit.

- [ groans ]
- Fuck it, homie.

Have it your way.

- [ groans ]
- [ gunfire cracks ]

- You good, man?
- Yeah, I'm all right, man.

I don't know.
You was bein'
kinda rough

with homeboy
for them past
couple of days

and usually you're
the one tellin' me
to take it easy.

Hmm.

- I'm broke, Miz.
- What you mean, broke?

What else could I
possibly mean?
I'm broke, man.

I mean, I know
we ain't eat in a while,

but I ain't know
you ran through that
last score we did already.

It costs
to live, Miz.

My bread come
in lump sums, man.

I mean, you got
your thing going on

with that soft
and that hard.

I ain't got
no income, man.

If we don't rob,
I don't eat.

Well, we need
to eat ASAP, then.

I've been
down before, man.
Life's like coke.

It ain't about
what you spent, man.

- It's all about
that comeback.
- What you saying?

I'm just sayin'
the ribs is touchin', man.

And you know
how a hungry wolf get.

I know. You keep
your ear to the street
and I'll do the same.

I know it's been dry,
but some food bound
to pop up.

Numbers got to be
right, though, man.

Hungry or not,
I ain't trying to
eat no scraps, man.

You know
I know the script
don't change.

Not at all.

[ voices overlapping ]

Yo, I see you, boy!

- What you see, nigga?
- I see the same thing
everybody else sees, man.

Eh, where you snatch her from?
She ain't from out here.

Damn, nigga!
What's good with
y'all niggas?

- Y'all Eyewitness News
or something?
- Yo, Shane, chill.

- You're gonna get
your cape dirty, boy.
- You saving 'em, my dude?

Yo, listen, man,

mind your paper,
not who I'm smashin'.

Tai, what's good
with that package, though?

Yo, a couple days.
I'm gonna see you, boy.

- I got this shit under control.
- Hey, yo, y'all heard
the gunshots last night?

- Nah, what happened?
- I don't even know.

I just know that nigga was
letting that thing go crazy.

- On the block?
- Sounded like it,

or at least
a block or two away.

- It was close, though.
- See, I knew I wasn't bugging.

I heard it,
but I was in the crib,
so I thought I was trippin'.

None of y'all niggas
got no phone calls

sayin' somebody got hit
or bodied or nothing?

- Niggas ain't hit my phone.
- Nah, ain't nobody called me.

- You know what
that means, right?
- What that mean?

One of these motherfuckers
out here can't shoot.

[ laughs ]
for real.

Yo, but, um,
you heard from
that dude Leon?

- Scammer Leon?
- Nah.

Oh, matter of fact,
I spoke to him
a couple days ago.

Yo, I hit that nigga off
with an ounce of some kush

and I ain't seen
that nigga since, man.

You hit Scam Leon off
with a ounce of kush?

Yo, you already know
you fucked up
right there, right?

- Nigga, you got zoed.
- Super zoed!

Man, y'all believe
that bullshit
if you want.

Yo, I know you don't
fuck with the check game
and the credit card game.

I bust them ACs,
though,

and I'm telling you
right now,

that's how them niggas
be on it, yo.

They'd be deading
niggas on bread every day

and they still
be chillin' with 'em,
smilin' in each other's faces

like they think
they can pull that
shit on anybody.

Man, listen, man,
that nigga ain't crazy, man.

I've been calling
that nigga's phone
for the last few days.

I ain't calling him
no more.

I'm gonna see his ass
driving through
the hood, though.

I'm gonna catch him,
believe that.

Yo, that nigga Leon's
in trouble now.

- He fucked
with the wrong nigga.
- Not everybody's a swiper.

These scammers
don't even understand

the streets play
by different rules.

Don't worry about it.
I'm gonna catch him, though.

- I'm out of here.
- All right, boy.

Yo, just don't kill
that nigga's moms,
all right?

[ laughing ]

- How'd that go?
- Exactly as planned.

My plug, Cash!
The teller was
on point, right?

Shit flowed like water.

- Like that?
- She seemed kinda nervous,

but she did
what she had to do.

I got
a few more joints,

but I think we should
quit for today.

- I won't blow our luck, Leon.
- Man, fuck that shit, Cash.

I say we
burn this shit
down to the bottom.

We done make, like,
seven stops.

That's good money.
There's no reason to
keep pushing it.

Yeah, I only make
what I make off of
each stop.

Yeah, that's a whole lot
for one motherfucking day,
though.

Not compared
to you, big dog.

Yeah, I gotta
hit the tellers off,
the plug.

Nigga, don't be
counting my money,
nigga.

I am the bank.
A hundred Gs
in the bank

ain't a hundred Gs
for the bank.

Man, I'm just
trying to make as much
as possible, man.

That's 'cause
every night,
you're in the club

making it rain,
blowing what you made
for the day, man.

- Y'all niggas is buggin'.
- I'm just out here living life.

Man, that's not living
if you're killing your stash.

No need to mind
my paper, though.

You ain't gotta
tell me twice,

but don't be after
no work neither.
I'm good, nigga.

I could leave
this shit today
and not look back.

I hear you talking, man.
Can I take my piece
now, please?

You want me
to break bread
right here, man?

We're in
front of the bank.
Calm your ass down.

We'll break bread when
we get to your whip, man.

Yeah, all right.
Whatever, man.

All right.

How much I was
supposed to give you?

Here we go again.
$300, like you didn't know.

- I forgot.
- You always forget
when it comes to my money.

Yo, I'm gonna
give you $200

and I'm gonna
give you a C-note
next time I see you.

Yo, Leon, why
you always gotta be
on your bullshit?

You got 10 racks right there.
Why can't I just get my money?

First of all,
you don't know what
I got right here.

- And what I got right now
is none of your business.
- But my money is.

I got shit
to take care of, too,
so we can keep making bread.

You wanna keep
making bread, right?

I've got shit
to take care of, too.

Yeah, you know I got you.
You know I got you.

Yeah, whatever, nigga.
I have yet to see

any of the money
that you supposedly
got me on.

Just hold down
that 200

and I'm gonna
give you the next C-note
next time I see you.

Just give me
what you're gonna
give me, Leon.

All right.
You know I got you.

Yo?

- What up, homie?
- What's good?

I got the inside
on something nice.

- Word?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna need you
to link up on me.

All right, say no more.
We'll make that happen.

All right, bet.

Cool.

[ button rattles ]

[ button rattles ]

Oh, shit.
What's good?
I was comin' to see you.

- So what's good?
- Ain't shit. You tell me.

- What you mean?
- I've been calling
your phone all day.

Homies on the block
told me they was
shooting last night.

I was hitting you up
and make sure you was
all right

- 'cause I know
how you do.
- Word?

Hmm, did they
find a body?

Tsk. Nah, they
ain't find a body

or say anything
about somebody
gettin' hit.

I just figured
niggas can't shoot.

Probably not.
Anyway, I was out
late last night

with my homie
taking care of some B.I.

I didn't make it
home until, like,
in the morning.

I was knocked out,
my nigga, but fuck
all that, though.

How's that work
moving out there?

- You gonna come see me soon?
- I'm comin' to see you
real soon.

Shit's flowing, man.
I just gotta get
a couple dollars.

All right, yo.
Just keep me updated.

Yo, you
still walking around
without no fucking gun?

Somebody's gonna put you
in a fucking bag.

- Whatever, nigga.
- Your funeral.

[ voices overlapping ]

[ voices overlapping ]

[ line rings ]

Man:
Melville Sales and Testing.
How may I help you?

Yes, hello.
My name is Kane

and I'm calling about
the customer service position

I see you guys have
in the classifieds.

I'm sorry, sir,
but that position has already
been filled at this time.

Of course.
Thank you. Thank you.

All right.
Have a good day.

[ voices overlapping ]

[ line ringing ]

Man:
Good afternoon.
Fish and Chips Restaurant.

- How may I help you?
- Yes, hello. My name is Kane

and I'm calling about
the waiter position you guys
have in the classifieds.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.
That position has been
filled already.

Ah, man.

All right.
Thank you.

Can't even get
a waiter job, man.

[ voices overlapping ]

So you said you got
the inside on something?

- I got somethin' nice.
- So talk to me. What's up?

My man
just got this job

working
with this O.G. cat
at a car lot.

This O.G. cat
got a charity

where people donate cars
for tax write-offs.

Now, instead of him
doing what he supposed
to do with the cars,

he sells the cars,
pockets the money.

Now, he can't put
the money in the bank,

so he keeps
all the money
in the crib.

Now, my man said
he done seen this dude
make some serious bread.

- What type of paper we talkin'?
- We're talking about 200
to 300 grand.

- How the fuck he know that?
- He's been doing this
for years

and that paper's
been stacking.

And my man's been
in the dude's crib.

Oh, so y'all know
where he lives.

Yeah, but y'all
gonna have to find
y'all own way in.

I mean, we could do
the homework.

Y'all think y'all
could do that?

Man, listen,
if we can't
make it happen,

- then that shit
can't be done.
- All right.

So, yo, what you
thinkin', my nigga?

It's gonna require
a lot of homework

and we're gonna need
some extra heads.

Yeah, but how true
do you think it is?

Man, he's always on point
with the drops he gives us.

Yeah, but
truth is, like,

this info ain't even
coming from him.

- It's coming from his man.
- What, you wanna meet his man?

Nah. You know, the less dudes
we do facetime with, man,
the better.

- Motherfuckers be telling.
- Exactly.

And right now,
I'm not in the situation

to pass up 200,
300 grand for nobody.
Are you?

[ sighs ]
So you're trying
to knock on all doors?

Why not?

I hear you.

Ha, my man Rafe.

Buxx, what it do, man?

Same old shit.
You know I'm out here
chasing that paper,

but that shit keep
running from me and shit.

Man, what else
is there to do?

Yeah, you heard, son.
Real talk.

- I know you
out here chasing it.
- More like taking it.

I know how
y'all niggas do.

- What's good?
- Ain't shit, man.

What's the word
on the street?

Man, word on the street

is a nigga tryin'
to get some of that
white girl, man.

You talking about
that Britney Spears?

Yeah, man. That bitch
harder than a motherfucker
to find right about now.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, man.

I got this dude
I could make a nice
cushion off of

but I can't find nobody
with that work.

What, this ain't
for you?

Nah, it ain't
for me.

I got this dude trying
to cop a whole bird

but I'm trying
to at least make
two points off of that.

- That's your man?
- Nah, it's some dude I know.

I won't even fuck
with a homie like that,

but I ain't gotta fuck
with that nigga

to make some money
off of him, you feel me?

Nah, no doubt.
All paper friendly, man,

but you said homie tryin'
to cop a whole bird?

Yeah, why?
You got a line
or something?

- Yeah, actually, I do.
- So what's the numbers like?

I mean, I could
probably do, like, 38

and, I mean, you throw
your two points on there,

hit homie for 40.

Know what I mean?
but I gotta holler at
my peoples just to make sure.

But is it
proper, though?

I ain't trying
to have this nigga
ringing me down,

talking about
his shit ain't
coming back.

Nah, my peoples
always come through
with that official shit, man.

That shit coming back
with extras.

So what up, man?
Make that call, man.

- Let's get this paper.
- When you trying
to make that happen?

- ASAP.
- All right.

I'm gonna make that call.
I'm gonna see what it do.

Yo, Rafe,
let's make this shit
happen, my nigga.

I got you.
I'll make that call.

- All right, bet.
- All right,
I'm gonna hit you.

All right, peace.

What the fuck
you looking at?

♪ Sift a hundred grams,
Bulldog in my hand ♪

♪ Squeeze until it jams,
boots on the sand ♪

♪ Sift a hundred grams,
Bulldog in my hand ♪

♪ Squeeze until it jams,
boots on the sand... ♪

Yo. Yeah, I just got
that brick for your man.

All right,
tell him we ready.

- ♪ 12 keys!
- [ singer chuckling ]

[ music playing ]

♪ I get one
for just coming,
two to do a show ♪

♪ Can't wait
for me to come on
'cause I does this, yo ♪

♪ I get one
for me to come in,
two to do a show ♪

♪ Can't wait
for me to come on
'cause I run this show ♪

♪ New York
is in the building ♪

♪ That's what's up,
get up ♪

♪ Roll over niggas
like monster trucks ♪

♪ Only here
to click confusion ♪

♪ Better get
your crews done ♪

- ♪ But this shit is real
- ♪ Not an illusion

♪ I close my eyes in the booth... ♪