All language subtitles for Money.and.Violence.S01E07_English

- [ music playing ]
- ♪ 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 ]

[ reggae music playing ]
♪ With bad man, ain't
no runnin' ♪

♪ Bad man
no wear tight pants
with him gun in ♪

♪ Pussyhole boy,
them disrespect me done in ♪

♪ Pure bad guy,
they around me and
they blunted ♪

♪ 'Cause when you fuck
with bad man, ain't
no runnin'... ♪

[ music continues ]

[ clicks ]

[ men muttering ]

♪ Bad man
no wear tight pants
with him gun in ♪

♪ Pussyhole boy,
them disrespect me done in ♪

♪ Pure bad guy,
they around me and
they blunted ♪

♪ 'Cause when you fuck
with bad man, ain't
no runnin'... ♪

That's one of them
pussyholes right there, son.

Hey, boy.
Let me talk to you now.

[ gunfire snaps ]

♪ I feel like
somebody's drummin'... ♪

[ music continues ]

- 'Sup, Rafe?
- You tell me.

What do you mean?

Yo, how you feelin'
about the other night?

Shit, not really
my thing, man.

You know I'm
a working man, yo.

I don't fuck
with the streets
at all.

But truthfully,
I wasn't as scared as
I thought I would be, man.

As soon as we
were in the crib and
we had them tied up,

- I was cool.
- Trust me, man,

I know that this isn't
your kind of thing.

And that's
why I'm giving you
the opportunity to--

to back out
right now, man.

Yo, I presented
this opportunity

because you're
my guy, man,

and I know what
you're going through.

You know, but, um,

you really put my back
against the wall

with that whole
"trying to do this
thing on your own," Kane.

But if you're having
second thoughts, man,

I don't want you
to feel bad about it.

You're more than welcome
to walk away right now.

Man, walking away
doesn't seem like
an option, Rafe.

Like, I've
been broke for what
seems like forever.

But, like, how do you
get used to this thing,
though, man?

Like, I can't front
if I didn't say I wasn't
scared, man.

And I'd be
lying to you, man,

if I said
that you didn't have
every reason to be, man.

Yo, I told you
the other night, man

ain't no guarantees
with these jobs.

Yo, we could plan
this shit to the T,

but that does not mean
that things are gonna go
according to plan.

Don't get me wrong--
they can,

but, Kane,
they hardly ever do.

So knowing that,
how come you never
get scared?

What's fear, Kane?

Yo, I get
the butterflies,

the bubble guts,
the racing heart sometimes,

but I don't see that
as fear, man.

That shit
is the rush.

Never let your feelings
dictate your actions, man.

Keep your head
in the game
no matter what.

"Keep my head in the game
no matter what."

All right, cool,
I got it.

Overall, you did good,
though, man.

I was surprised, man.

I thought your ass
would've been paranoid,

but you did all right, man.
You actually held your own.

Thanks, man.

I don't know if I
could get used to this,

but I'm gonna have to
learn how to, man.

Especially that we
didn't get anything.

It's like we did
all that for nothing.

Yo, we got away
with our freedom, man.

That's more
than enough.

Yeah, I know,
but it's not always
like that, right?

- Like what?
- As far as not
getting anything.

[ scoffs ]
Of course not, man!

You think I'd have
been doing this shit
my whole life

if this shit didn't pay?

It's just that the shit
can go any which way, man.

There's no way we could've known
that that chick would've kept
coming to that door.

Yo, were you really
thinking of kicking her
down the stairs, though, Rafe?

Yo, you damn right.

Would you rather
have been sitting in
Central Booking right now?

- Nah.
- Nigga, I'd have
kicked her

and her moms
down the stairs
if I had to, man.

In this line of work,
ain't no room for
feelings, Kane.

You don't do what you want.
You do what you have to.

If you're gonna
fuck with me,

I'm gonna need you
to know that.

I'm starting
to learn that already.

There's
no time to be thinking
about others, man.

The first objective
is to get away.

The second is to get
that paper, man.

I mean, what good is it
to get the paper

if you're gonna
get caught with it?

You're right, Rafe.

Yo, did you
ever get to see your
daughter, though, man?

I remember you telling me
that you won a hundred dollars
on a scratch-off.

Nah, I didn't, man.

Let's just say that money
wasn't enough, yo.

She wanted more?

Nah, it wasn't really her.
Honestly, I lost the money.

- How?
- Son, one minute
it was in my pocket,

- the next minute it was gone.
- Tss-- damn!

Son, tell me about it.
I already called Cindy

and told her I was
bringing her the money.

- I know she was bugging.
- Bugging?

Bro, I haven't picked up
her phone calls yet, man.

She keeps calling,
I just don't know
what to tell her.

When she sees me,
she's gonna flip.

- Yo, you have to
call her, man.
- I know, man,

but I ain't got
no paper to give her.

[ sighs ]
Yo.

Take this hundred, man.
Go see your kid.

I wish you'd have called me
when that shit happened, man.

I know
you got your own
money issues, Rafe.

- Fuck does that mean?
- Man, I'm just saying.

Yo, things ain't the way
they used to be, man,

but I can afford
to give you $100, nigga.

- Shit ain't never that hard.
- You sure?

Yeah, man.
Take that, man.

[ voices overlapping ]

[ phone rings ]

- Hello?
- Hey, girl.

- Hey, Shay.
- What you doing tonight?

Nothing.
Probably just clean up,
watch some movies.

- Nothing crazy.
- Girl, it is Friday.

My peoples is having a party
at the Wine Room.

It's gonna be turnt up.

I don't know, Shay.
I don't know.

Listen, I'm gonna text you
the information

and you're gonna meet me
at the venue at midnight,
all right?

You said it yourself,
you need to get out
the house.

All right.

I wasn't taking no
for an answer anyway.

All right, cool.

All right,
so I'm gonna text you

and I'll see you
at midnight.

- Okay, I'll see you later.
- All right.

Yo, good looking
on taking this little
trip with me, man.

I really ain't wanna
do this shit doley.

Nah, it ain't shit,
my nigga.

Yo, who homie are we
gonna check, though?

Oh, this is my boy
from way back.

He's like
a big bro to me.

He's got a couple businesses.
He's doing his thing, man.

- You're gonna like him.
- All right, cool, cool, cool.

[ dryers whirring ]

- Yo, Ronaldo, 'sup?
- What's good, Tai?
What's going on?

- Same shit, same shit.
- Yo, who's your man?

Oh, Ronaldo,
this is Shane.

- Shane, Ronaldo.
- Yo, what's good, man?

Nice to meet you.

Uh, give me--
give me and my partner
a minute real quick.

I wanna speak
to him, all right?
We'll be right back.

Yo, what the fuck
are you doing

bringing motherfuckers
to my shop?

Yo, but that's
my boy, though.

Yo, I don't give a fuck
if it was your father.

You don't bring nobody
to my shop unannounced.

But that's my boy
like that, though.

Yo, what don't you
understand, Tai?

'Cause that's the shit
I'm talking about.

I don't like fucking
with y'all little niggas.

Y'all just
so fucking stupid!

- But he might be
a customer, though. He--
- I don't give a fuck

if he was gonna buy
a hundred birds.
I don't know him.

Does it seem
like I have a problem
getting rid of my product?

- My fault, man.
- Yo, you're giving me issues

and we haven't even
cop shit yet.

Listen, I don't wanna
meet nobody, all right?

If they want something--
your peoples--

if they want something,
then you come to me,

I sell it to you,
and they cop it from you.

- That's it.
- Yo, I know I ain't
bought nothing yet,

but that's
why I brought him here.

I'm trying to get
the ball rolling.

What part
of "I don't know your mans"
don't you understand?

Yo, you didn't tell him
where you're getting
the work from, right?

My bad.
Yo, I ain't even
tell him yet.

- What you mean "yet"?
- My fault. I'm not gonna
say nothing at all.

Yo, you fuck up again,
that's it.

I've been doing this a long time
with no real problems.

I don't need you
bringing me no bullshit.

I won't, man.

Hey, listen, it was nice
meeting you, Shane,

but I gotta get back
to business.

- Take it easy.
- Cool.

Yo, I ran through
the rest of that.

- I don't understand you,
my nigga.
- What?!

I was with you
all fucking day.

Why you just
giving me this?

- Don't tell me you forgot.
- Nah, I ain't forget, man.

- And?
- I was trying
to help you out.

How you tryin'
to help me out?

How the fuck are you
trying to help me out?

All right, so the homie
we just met?

- That wasn't my mans.
- And?!

It's the plug I was
trying to put you onto.

How the fuck are you
gonna bring me there

and not let me know
what I'm walking into?

- What type of shit you on, Tai?
- I'm on that "get money" shit.

Nah, nigga. If you wanna
walk these streets blind,

feel free,
but don't bring me
to your bullshit, my nigga.

Like I told you,
I got a plug already.

I don't need another nigga.
Chill the fuck out, man.

Sh-hh...

Yo, what up, man?
Everything good?

I'm good, my nigga.
Everything good,

but I wanna put you on,
know what I mean?
Keep your eyes open.

Some real funny shit happened
to me the other day, my nigga.

- What happened?
- Let me tell you, all right?

- I'm with this nigga
Tes, right?
- Mm-hmm.

We're at Cam Tech,
know what I mean?
We chopping up,

he putting me on about
them Jamaican niggas
that fuck with Donovan.

He talk about
them niggas some
wild killers, my nigga.

Damn, niggas is still
talking about this shit?

Same shit I told
this nigga Tes.

I told that nigga,
let that shit die.

Man, motherfuckers
love talking

about something
they don't know
nothing about.

Pretty much,
but peep this.

After me and Tes
ordered our food,
we dip, my nigga.

He go his way,
I go my way.

I could swear
these two dread niggas
was following me.

I'm not sure,
but I think they was
at Cam Tech with us.

- Dread niggas?
- Yeah, dread niggas.

Real Rastafarian
"I and I"-ass niggas.

- They press you?
- Press who? Come on, Miz.

- So how do you know
they was following you?
- They spun the corner with me,

so when I peeped that,
I spun the next corner

and posted up
to see if I could get
a reaction from them.

Soon as they saw me,
I blew a shot at them
and dipped.

- They blew back?
- Nah, not even.

- Sure they was following you?
- I can't tell you I'm positive,

but I think so.
I'm just telling you to
keep your eyes open, my nigga.

Nah, my nigga.
I appreciate it,

but you know
if they come this way,
I'm blowing.

Don't ask me
no questions, no nothing.
I'm letting shots fly.

Ain't no time
for talking.
I feel you, my G.

But, yo, what's up with
that other situation
you told me about?

- What situation?
- About homie coming
through with the food.

Oh, that food
soon about to be
ready to eat, my nigga.

- Yeah?
- Yeah!

Niggas done made in
a couple of orders,
know what I'm saying?

For a couple of hours
he's been coming through,

dropping off to niggas
or sometimes niggas
go check him.

I'm just waiting
for niggas to put in
that "whole bird" order.

It could be any day now.
It could be tomorrow,
the next day.

I'm trying
to keep you posted.
Soon as I hit you, my nigga,

you gotta
get there ASAP.

Man, you know
how I move when it
comes to that paper.

I know how you do,
my nigga.

But we gotta figure out
who's coming at us.

Yo, you're
slipping again, man.

Yo, listen to me,
my nigga, I'm gonna
need you

to keep your eyes
open out here.
And I'm gonna need you

to stop being
so comfortable
without havin' a gun.

- I'm good out here, man.
- Yo, Shane, listen to me,
my nigga,

shit looks like
it's about to get
a little crazy out here

and I know
you ain't got nothing
to do with nothing,

but I don't know
how these niggas
is giving it up.

- What happened?
- Yo, don't worry
about it, my nigga,

just make sure
you always got it
on you.

It's better
you get caught with it
instead of without it.

It's better you in a cell
than a fucking grave,
you hear me?

Miz, so you're not gonna
tell me what's going on?

Yo, what's going on is
I don't need to see
your face

on no "Rest in Peace"
T-shirt.

Just chill, little nigga.
I'm just giving you
a heads up.

- Everything's good, man.
- All right.

All right, later.

[ dance music playing ]

[ phone chimes ]

So y'all feeling
comfortable,

or y'all think we got
more homework to do?

I don't know
about everybody else,
but I'm ready to go.

Yeah, I'm ready, man.

I'm ready
for the jump!

Yo, you like jumping
out the fucking window,
don't you?

Whoa, my nigga.
Yo, let me holler at you.
Come on!

- Yo, what up?
- Yo, you sure you wanna
bring this dude with us?

As sure as you are
about bringing this
little motherfucker.

Nah, that little
motherfucker done put in
work with us before

and I don't like
fucking with new niggas.

And you said it yourself,
niggas be telling.

Man, I done chopped it up
with him about the situation

to see where
his head is at.

- And?
- And he good!

Yo, I don't
see it in him!

Yo, bottom line,
that's my man.
I pulled him in, man.

I ain't gonna sit here
defending this shit, man.

Yo, say no more.
Just know, we go
in there

and he fucks up
and fall, that
"he's your man" shit,

ain't gonna fly,
but shots will, though.

Yo, bottom line, he ain't
your responsibility, nigga.

He ain't nothing
for you to worry about.

Yo, it's your job.
I'm gonna let you
quarterback here.

- But if it was up to me--
- It ain't.

Yo, man, you good?

Yeah, I'm good, man.

Yo, don't fucking
let me down, man.

- All right, boy,
what's going on?
- What's going on, brethren?

Nothing.
Everything's easy.

Easy like
Sunday morning.

What's this that you
shot a man yesterday?
Everything criss?

Yeah, man.
Everything's criss.

Me just wanna
take a little drive
through Flatbush

to see if we could get one
of them blood clot pussies
we saw the other day.

Brethren, your head
too hot, brethren,
for a second long.

Yo, man,
you know what I say.
When it's hot,

you cannot stay
down here, you have to
go up on the roof.

Yeah, man, but no,
you get still.

Yeah, man, we couldn't
linger so me and
the brethren for a ride.

We go and just take
a looka roll out

and let's see
what we see.

Yeah, you
on fire, right?

Yeah, man.
We broke up on one
of them pussies

We let off
a couple of shots,

but they were
too quick for me.

Brethren,
you shoot and miss?

Well, the man slick
like fish grease
in the dark.

Brethren, you master
the element of surprise.

Add that to the advantage
for the art of warrior
now, brethren.

Brethren, being
a warrior is not art

unless you are painting
the streets red with blood,
you know?

Brethren, I take someone
and bust my gun, too.

But we can't
fuck up this.

Yo, if it's
war they want,

it's what them
blood clot gets.

Brethren, no luck,
we war upon the battlefield
in a strategy.

Your mind
is the strongest weapon
upon the battlefield, brethren.

Yo, all them pussies
are for dead.

[ 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, then I enter my zone ♪