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(crow cawing)

(chatter from TV)

- [Charlie Voiceover]
So you know murder now?

(chatter from TV)

Feels like you thought
it would, doesn't it?

Even in self-defense.

(Charlie sighs)

You get your soul right, Charlie.

It was him or you

and he knew the stakes.

$5 million.

You just need to play a good end game.

They always fuck up in the end game.

Now, it's just a few hours
before you're in the cream.

You'll both sit on the
beach, laugh, smash,

and grow fat.

(bell dings)

(audience cheers)

(indistinct chatter from TV)

(phones ringing)

You know these fools want some money.

Nobody's just able to pay a debt.

Fundamental law of being a bookie.

Winners are as punctual as the sun,

and losers come like an eclipse.

(chatter from TV)

(safe beeping)

(door closes)

Whoops, almost forgot.

(door opens then closes)

(Charlie sighs)

Okay Charlie time to feed the vultures.

(door opens then closes)

(gentle jazz music)

This job is cake,

just got to stick to the rules.

Pretend to be a little
miserable when they win.

At least half as miserable
as they are when they lose.

If you're not somewhat
blue on the sell up,

people won't bet with you.

Truth is, you don't care
whether they win or lose.

You just a sub-book

and liquidity, that's
a major-book's problem.

(gentle jazz music continues)

Tom, how's Kate?

- Shit Charlie?

What's up, baby?

(voice drowned out by music)

Okay nigga.

You know what it's time for, collections.

It's the worst part of the business.

You love your bookie when you win

but he killed your mother when you lose.

I don't care if you're Bill
Gates, Bezos, or Buffet.

Nobody likes to pay
down a lost bet, nobody

and everyone likes to bet.

Doctor, lawyer, cabby, cop
there's no typical gambler,

just typical deadbeat.

I mean, they can have
10 times the money owed

in their back pocket,

and still have the nerve to
look you dead in the eye,

and say they're dead-broke.

Man these assholes scatter like roaches

when you come calling.

Shit.

Niggas jumping out of
windows, diving between cars.

I had this one cat, quit
his job, change his name,

and moved to Alaska over a 10K bet.

Last I heard, he got raped by a walrus.

Can you imagine a nigga hiding
out with the polar bears

and shit over 10 grand?

I understand it though.

It's an ego thing.

It really is.

(upbeat music)

(man screams)

(toilet flushing)

- What the fuck man!

- Padre's won.

You're down eight g's
we need to settle up.

- You know I don't keep
a stack like that on me

nigga damn.

- Come on Blake.

You're in the dope hustle,
you should be more liquid.

- Yeah I lodged into a little of bad luck,

put me down for fourth Sox.

- You got jokes?

- You know I got credit.

You come in here, you use my house

like I'm some kind of bad come
on, cut me some slack, Chuck.

- If it was up to me, I'd lean easy

but Big Slim?

When it comes to debt, he
ain't exactly Mr. Bethlehem.

He gon' let you slide,

he ain't gon' let you slip.

- Yeah what's big rush?

- It'd be about 850.

- All right well, let
me move some shit around

I'll have it to you by Sunday.

Now can I finish my shower?

Nigga damn!

(men mumbling)

- Okay hit this one,

and the one in mid city,

and transfer the bread
to the one in Inglewood.

Maybe hit the one in K-Town.

Goddamn paranoid, Charlie

but better paranoid than in prison.

- Hey you want a dab?

- A what?

- A dab.

It's like free basin' but with weed baby.

- You know I don't fuck
with that reefer shit.

- Could you sound more like a cop?

And we got to talk about
the terminology, bro.

Reefer?

What is this Dragnet?

Nobody calls it reefer anymore grandpa.

- Don't you know the fourth commandment?

Never get high off your own supply?

- I grow.

Nigga I am my own supply.

- I don't understand how
you get anything done

smoking that shit all day.

- I can damn blaze my way through dumb.

Don't worry about me.

- I always worry about the
people that owe me money.

Call me sentimental.

I'll be by Sunday for the vig

after the game.

- Hey put me down for three on the Sox.

- Not until we're square.

(door opens then closes)

(chatter from TV)

(car engine roaring)

(phone ringing)

(soft music)

- What's up, Chuck?

- I need some exact numbers
on that Gobachor fight.

- Hang on let me pull up the sheets.

Okay, it looks like you
got seven up for collection

and nine for payouts.

Spreads a little lean,

but over all the book's balanced.

- Yeah I already squared Blake and Tom.

All right who's next on the collect list?

- Your favorite, Mr. Boom Boom,

Hyman Steinberg.

- All right let me have his
exact balance including vig

and the principal.

- Looks like he needs to make
a payment of at least 6,500

to square off his vig.

But he's late

and his grace period is,

well ain't that some shit!

- Hey what some shit?

- I'm looking at his
credit card statement,

and it looks like he bought
some plane tickets to Thailand.

He's leaving Monday.

- Motherfucker!

God damn it, Hyman.

(Charlie grunts)

- Rude.

(car door opens then closes).

- [Charlie Voiceover] Mr. Boom Boom

aka Hyman Steinberg.

Sergeant of arms has been in bed with me

since I started my first
book right after prison.

We've always cut him some slack

because he was a big operator
that made terrible bets.

15 stacks at a time.

What are you going to do?

He's a whale.

He's gotten into some deep holes,

but he's always paid down,

always.

But leaving town $67,500 owed?

What's going on, Hy?

(door opens then closes)

(chatter from TV)

- Now it all fades to
black, you punk Kushim.

- (sighs) Kushim?

Racism, hi a Jew should know better.

- What you speak Hebrew now?

- No nigga just sounds the
same in every language.

Now can we please put
the pocket tank away, Hy.

- I'm sorry I was just joking.

No offense.

- Well them jokes I can forgive okay?

But this debt not so much.

- Yeah don't worry about it.

- We need to talk about
your accounts, Hy okay?

With your last bet, your
over 67 stacks in the red.

You're gonna need a settlement

'cause Big Slim, he's getting kind of hot.

- I'll pay it tomorrow.

- Well see that's the thing.

A little bird tells me

that you got plane tickets to Thailand.

Now an impromptu vacation while you're

this deep in the books,
Hy that don't look good.

If word gets out that you skipped odds

well, Big Slim Fizz

he's gonna have to put
word in to Horse Dick Jimmy

and--

- That's not necessary.

Okay?

Why you gotta bring him into this?

- Look, paying off the vig

ain't enough to let you
leave the country, Hy.

- I'll pay it tomorrow with interest.

Not a problem.

(chatter from TV)

- Okay $67,515.

That's not a problem?

- Let's make it 77.

(chatter from TV)

- What's going on, Hy?

- I'm retiring.

In a cashout.

Move to Chiang Mi, Chiang Mai,

whatever the fuck they call it.

- Okay what'd you sell
a tank or something?

- Tanks are cheap.

You can't make 5 million with tanks.

- Five rocks?

Dude how'd you pull down
that type of scratch?

- Don't worry about it.

- Come on, come on buddy.

Come on what is it, huh?

What is it?

It's a horse, right?

You got a hot tip on a horse right?

Come on man what's the angle?

- It's not a horse.

- Okay I know it's not
guns the market's flooded.

- Come here let me show you something.

(piano keys play randomly)

Remember the Beatles?

- Yeah.

- Give me a hand with this stuff.

They started out a boy band.

Cover songs, bad haircuts,
it was nauseating.

And then one three letter word

made them the best band in the world.

LSD.

- What is it?

- $4.8 million.

- This shit is worth five rocks.

- 4.8 bubby.

- Jesus.

- He might have been a
mushroom, but not an acid trip.

- I had no idea it was worth so much.

- When you get caught with
that, you're doing life.

That shit made hippies out of people.

Uncle Sam won't let that slide.

- Why are you showing this to me, Hy?

This is kill people money.

- I'm a gun runner.

Only idiots would rob a gun store

and only devils would rob friends

you're neither.

- Good on you Hy.

I'm happy for you, man.

- You're a fair bookie, Charlie.

I'll remember that tomorrow
when you're coming to collect.

I got a bonus for you.

- (chuckles) that won't be necessary, Hy

Of course I will take it.

- Come on let's have a drink.

- No, I got plans this evening

but look, I will be by tomorrow okay?

And Hy, that is $67,000 cash.

- Yeah yeah.

Hey, how about an uzi.

(gun cocks)

- [Charlie Voiceover] All right, Charlie,

time to check in with the boss

Big Slim Fizz.

(upbeat music)

(footsteps plodding)

(sighs)

Okay let's get ready
to see some weird shit.

He say he got the taste in jail.

Bullshit.

I mean, I did time too,

but I didn't come out of the joint

with more sugar in my shoes

than Willy Wonka moon-walking
through a cane field.

Nigga's gayer than cum on a mustache.

(electronic music)

- There he is.

What's the news?

- You got a couple
payouts still coming in.

A couple collections went
straight to voicemail.

- Okay.

(laughs)

Is there anybody we
need to (taps on elbow)?

- No not yet at least.

But Hyman did mention he plans
on paying off his entire debt

in full by tomorrow.

- In full?

So where is old boy pulling
that kind of bread, Chuck?.

- No idea.

I try not to ask questions

as far as where these whales,

in which hats they're pulling

their little bunnies out of.

It's a liability thing, you know?

- I suppose.

I suppose.

- Sounds like he's trying
to buy more time to me.

- You shut your sweet
little mouth muscle boy.

Nobody asked you.

This here is grown man business.

Now go fix me something hot, tall, and hot

and wiggle your sweet little
ass on the way to do it.

Faggot ass.

Shit.

- I trust Hyman,

all right?

He's been a big contender.

Been betting with me for a long time.

He wins big, he loses big--

- Chuck, Chuck.

You can't pussy fool around
with these ass holes, man.

- Look trust me, Slim all right?

Look I know that there's others but Hyman?

That bro's solid he's good people--

- That motherfucker's been
running bad on the books.

For three months.

Three months.

No square, no vig, no nothing.

He always got some kind
of fucking new excuse.

Now he say I got it all coming.

Well shit that's what I expect.

But if I don't get every penny,

every last dime,

(rubbing hands)

it ain't my problem no more.

- I here you, I get it.

It's mine.

- No, bro.

It's Horse Dick Jimmy's.

- Come on Big slim

that's kind of rough, don't you think?

That psycho's meaner than
a alley cat with an asse--

- But he'll pay, right?

So what's the worry?

- I hear you.

I hear you.

- [Charlie Voiceover]
Don't fuck this up, Hyman.

What's up with them shorts?

- Don't you fucking talk
out of turn no more.

Drop, down to the day.

Hurry up motherfucker.

Push-ups.

(door opens then closes)

- [Charlie Voiceover] Shit goddamn it.

You are late as a motherfucker Charlie.

Let's go ahead

and get that cooking.

(funky music)

Chef time.

(funky music continues)

(paper shuffling)

- Your queen has arrived.

(chuckles)

- Here she is.

Right on time, babe I
just finished cooking.

- And cleaning.

I told you to leave the dishes.

- Honestly, I can't help it.

This is the one good habit
I picked up in the clink.

How was your week?

- You?

- Same old, same old.

- Something smells good in here.

- There's a little stir fry.

- You cooked?

- Sure.

- Did you?

- Well there might've been
some third parties involved,

but you know what?

That sauce is on me.

- I knew it.

Stick to the crap table babe

poker ain't your game.

- Okay.

(chuckles)

(phone rings)
- You know?

- (sighs) Which one is it?

- J through Q.

- You know what?

Let him wail.

I will deal with those fools tomorrow.

- You sure love your customers don't you?.

- Don't you?

- Some more than others.

(phone rings)

Man, they just don't stop.

- We got to get their
bets in before Sunday.

(phone rings)

- You work too hard, babe.

(phone rings)

Need to relax.

- But I do relax.

- You're so tense

need to chill.

(phone rings)

- Whoa not just yet.

- Come on.

- Mean come on.

Come on, let's eat,
let's watch a movie, huh?

- All right.

- Okay.

- Anything you want.

- Thank you.

(soft music)

♪ Didn't I treat you right now ♪

♪ Didn't I ♪

♪ Didn't I do the best I could ♪

♪ Didn't I ♪

♪ Didn't I give you everything ♪

♪ Didn't I ♪

♪ I tried my best just to be a man ♪

♪ Didn't I ♪

- How about Sleepless in Seattle?

- (grunts)

Barf.

Human centepede

- Hell no.

Are you serious?

No.

I'm not watching that
sadistic shit tonight, no.

♪ Why you wanna leave me baby? ♪

- Right there.

Heaven Knows Mr. Allison.

It's Robert Mitchum it's a classic.

- Okay what's hiding from the Japanese

in the Pacific, a Marine

and an Irish nun find solace in each other

as they search for food, shelter (grunts).

- What?

- Give me a ruffie.

It might be slower, but it'll last longer.

- You ain't got no class, you know that?

(woman grunts)

(chuckles)

- [Actress] Goodbye, by Mr. Allison.

(guns shooting)

No matter how many miles apart we are,

or whether I ever get
to see your face again,

you will be my dear companion always.

(lighter sparks)

- Yes.

(smokes)

(Charlie coughs as woman chuckles)

- I'm tired Charlie.

Let's go to bed.

(car engines roaring)

(faucet running)

- Hey Charlie?

Why is there 500 extra?

- Extra?

- Well you remember last
Sunday we went to the movies.

It was after one o'clock so

thought you deserved a little over time.

- You didn't have to pay for that.

I wanted to go.

It wasn't on the clock.

Take it back.

- Call it a tip.

- Okay I'll make it up to you.

- [Charlie Voiceover] Might
be hard to explain but Nora

and me we understand each other.

I'm a crook.

She's a crook.

We both trade in petty evils.

It gives us a common ground

and yeah, I'll admit

it might be a little soft

to catch feelings for
a quote unquote, hoe.

But after five years in the prison system,

fighting with some of
the nastiest, grimiest,

stinkiest motherfuckers nature can offer,

you learn to appreciate being soft.

Even if you got to pay for it.

Speaking of which,

Hyman better have a fat envelope

if he wants to make his ass to Thailand.

$6 million, I wonder if he cleared that.

Probably flexing a little bit,

but shit even a taste
of that's good money.

What the f...

Unlocked.

(chatter from TV)

(ominous music)

(camera clicks)

(indistinct)

- On top of that, this
motherfucker just shit himself man.

(ominous music)

(chatter from TV)

- [Man] Cut that bullshit, man.

Making me do all this fucking bodywork

I told that motherfucker
nor to cut his fingers off.

(door shuts close)

(ominous music)

(chatter from TV)

(fast paced music)

(footsteps running down stairs)

- [Charlie Voiceover] Oh shit.

(metal clanking)

- Yo, let me get six packs on the bloods

you know what I'm saying?

- [Man ] Broke ass Don Cheadle looking--

- [Charlie Voiceover]
Just keep moving Charlie.

- Yo Chuck J.

- [Charlie Voiceover] Son of a bitch.

- Is that you, baby?

Chucky J is that you?

What's up, baby?

What's up, partner?

It's me, JD.

- Hey man what's up partner,

when did you get out?

- Yeah, I knew you'd remember my ass.

- Yeah.

- Shit the fuck are you doing here?

- Man I got one of my side
chicks stabled up here

and you know how that is.

Just speaking of which, I gotta get going.

I'm a back door man.

- Back door man, are you a fag?

- What?

No, I'm fucking another dudes chick.

(chuckles)

- Word.

So what's your hustle these days man?

You still on that low down
pulling licks Pink Panther shit?

- Nah, I'm still playing the books.

- Hey yp man let's go already come on.

- All right well I got to go all right?

- Okay.

- We got a cookout to go to

but I'ma holler, all right?

- All right man yeah holler.

- You take care of yourself.

- You too.

- All right.

(door opens then closes)

- I don't like that fool.

- Just some cat man

he used to hustle cards and
shit back at San Quentin.

- Sure about that?

- He soft don't worry about him.

Come on let's do this man.

(footsteps plodding)

(car engine roaring)

(phone ringing)

- Hey, Charlie.

- Hey Pam listen okay?

I've got a quick question for you.

- Shoot.

- What's the word on acid?

LSD out there on the ether.

- People love it.

It's just hard to come by these days.

- All right let's say, hypothetically,

someone wanted a price quote
on a large amount wholesale.

- Hang on.

I have special spreadsheets for this.

All right.

How much are we talking?

Five pages, 10, 20, 100?

- 6.7 something pounds.

(chatter from TV)

- Hello?

Pam.

Yo, Pamela!

- Are you fucking with me Charlie?

- Pam can you just answer
the question please?

- Jesus Christ Chuck.

We're talking about
pounds of pure (mumbles).

- Hypothetically.

- Hypothetically?

We're looking at about

$6.7 million wholesale.

- Okay cool.

All right, Pam do me a
favor real quick, okay?

I need you to put word out ether

but keep it on the DL.

Somebody's looking on little quick.

Just got to be out of town like

way out of town.

Shit's way too hot here.

- I can do that, for a fee of course.

- Come on boo you know I got you, okay?

I'ma take care of you.

- I'm whispering to the can

but Charlie, be careful with that stuff.

You get caught with that,

we're talking manslaughter charges

like life in sink-sink.

- I know that's why I wanted off me asap.

All right I'll be in touch peace out.

(sighs)

(chatter from TV)

(car door opens then closes)

- [Charlie Voiceover] All right.

Let's check the merchandise.

Okay be cool Charlie be Cool.

You don't even know what
acid crystals look like.

So that's it, huh?

Charlie you have to be
sure this shit is legit

before you put it up.

Now who do I know that
fucks with this shit

and won't ask any questions?

Come on man you have to know someone.

Okay who do I know?

Blake.

(knocking on door aggressively)

(hiphop music)

- Blake open the door it's Charlie.

(knocks on door)

Open the fucking door.

- Fuck off you said I
had till game tomorrow.

- I ain't here about that, I need my box.

- The fuck Chuck?

- Fuck!

(hiphop music)

- I'm fine.

- Fuck man.

- What do you know about acid, LSD?

- It's fun if you got good shit.

- I had a friend of mine he
gave me some of that stuff.

I don't know if it's acid

I don't know, I don't fuck with that shit.

Wanna give it a try?

It's on the house,

- Absolutely.

- It's all yours.

(Blake laughs)

- All right good looking out.

- Keep the shit under the rose.

Okay Blake.

- Okay yeah.

All the cutie.

(hiphop music)

(ominous music)

- The fuck are y'all monkey
ass niggas looking at?

- Looking at your dumb ass.

- Fuck was I supposed to know

he was gonna have a heart attack?

- Fuck his his fingers off,

before we could get any
information out of him.

He's old as fucking dirt man.

What the fuck'd you think would happen?

Huh?

Fucking rookie move man.

- If it's not here,

then he must have had another stash spot.

- Man well fuck is that at?

- We're going to press his peoples.

- No motherfucker.

You're gon' press his people.

(soft music)

- Hey Chuck.

I ordered pizza.

- It's crazy how fast
your world can change.

- Huh?

What's that?

(fridge door opens then closes)

(bottle pops open)

- Come on drink with me.

We're celebrating.

- Okay what are we celebrating?

- Luck.

- Cute.

What's going on Charlie?

- I want to talk to you Nora, okay?

The real you.

The off the clock you.

- Okay what's up?

- I think this might be the
last time that we do business.

- Something wrong?

- No, not at all.

Actually, I hit it big tonight Nora.

I mean real big.

- Congratulations.

- I want to ask you
something serious, okay?

- Okay.

- How long have you been
with your real boyfriend?

- Charlie I'm not gonna--

- Look just humor me.

Okay baby?

Just this one time please.

- Four years.

- And how long have you been at work?

- Three.

- I'm leaving Nora.

I'm leaving it all, okay?

I want you to come with me, okay?

You don't have to do this anymore.

No more numbers

and no more tricks.

- Charlie do you know how many times

I've heard the Cinderella
shpiel in my line of work?

It's cliche, it's a song.

And another thing, let's get
something straight, Charlie.

I'm not some cracked out
coos giving $10 blow jobs.

I make more money an
hour than most lawyers.

And look around baby, Ikia everything.

Freeway view.

You don't have the cards to blitz me.

Don't flatter yourself.

- Okay.

You ever make 6 million in one night?

- Huh?

- Huh?

I didn't stutter.

- Yeah right show me the money.

- What's this?

- That, that's crystal LSD

and I got six bars worth.

- Where'd you get it?

- Client of mine had it,

but he's dead so now I do.

- You killed him?

- No I found him or
pieces of him you feel me?

- Then who did it?

- I don't know they.

- What if they find you?

- They won't.

They won't have time.

Look come Monday okay?

Charlie's Jenkins is dead.

His ashes scattered, his soul
reincarnated someplace warm

and tropical.

I'm thinking Chiang Mai.

What do you think?

(speaking in foreign language)

- Now I would say it's a lot

but I feel sorry for you man.

What you think they'll do to
you now you fucked up twice.

- Man they can't kill me.

All right I owe too much.

- You'd be surprised what
you could live through though

and you got lucky,

'cause El jefe gave you a break

but come Monday dawn.

- But they're putting in
extra for wasting our time.

- I ain't wasting no time.

- We ain't got no more
fucking crystal, Dos.

- Look man I know this hoe
that's selling her pussy

to this here for weeks.

Got so soft with one pair of leg

he'd say anything when in between her.

He could fucking help
to show the fucking bag.

He was so proud about it.

She saw it all right?

I'm on this shit I'm
trying to figure it out.

So I ain't wasting no time.

- Better hurry the fuck up man.

Pick these fucking bags man.

- Shit man.

You ain't double bag that shit man?

- Man it's your fucking job.

What the fuck you talking about?

- A hoe one day, a
princess the next I love it

that's why I never quit.

You know my favorite
rides are roller coasters

not merry go rounds.

- Yeah me too.

Okay let's see.

(mumbles)

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck shit.

Fuck you, Hyman why'd
I let you run so wide.

- What's wrong, Charles?

- Fucking forgot about Hyman's debt.

- Who's he?

- Hyman's a cat that left
me a fortune in his will.

I was supposed to pick up
67 grand from him yesterday.

- So?

- So people are expecting that money.

- Isn't he dead?

Dead men can't pay debts.

- In what universe, Nora?

- Pay it down after we sell.

- It doesn't work like that

not with this network.

I work for a major book
named Big Slim Fizz okay?

And he loves to set an example.

- Big Slim Fizz.

Big Slim Fizz.

Why does that sound so familiar?

- Big slim Fizz works for a certain boss

by the name of Horse Dick Jimmy

and if word gets out that
Hyman had that acid, then.

- Charlie,

you never told me you
worked for Horse Dick Jimmy.

- Come on Nora.

Look all rivers lead to the ocean baby.

- Oh my God.

Shit.

Fuck.

Do you think they'd scour
the earth for 70 grand?

- I don't know.

I mean,

I've head stories.

- So have I.

- Shit.

Okay maybe.

Maybe there's a fucking, another--

- How much do you need?

- So it's vig

and the car--

- Charlie, how much do you need?

- 40, 45 grand.

- Okay I can swing that.

I think I can swing that, I can.

- 45 grand.

You got that much lying around in liquid?

- Not all whores are junkies, Charlie.

Me and Cole had plans for the future.

- Who?

- My boyfriend.

- So he has a name.

- That's about all he has.

So when do you need it by?

- Tomorrow, by seven.

- Okay.

Sorry baby another lifetime I suppose.

- Where are you going?

- I can get this money.

It won't be easy for me, personally,

but I'll be back with it tomorrow.

- Okay Nora how sure
are you about this baby?

'Cause we need every penny with this guy.

- I never disappoint Charlie.

(soft music)

(horn blaring)

(pants)

(sobs)

- Whoa whoa.

Are you okay?

(soft music)

Sit down.

Are you hurt?

Did one of them?

What happened?

Please just relax.

Okay just talk to me what's up?

- Baby I hate to ask you this.

- What?

- I need to use our net stake.

- What's going on?

(phone beeping)

(phone ringing)

(electric shaver buzzing)

- Jake what's up my nigga?

- Tom it wasn't there.

- Did you ask for it hard?

- Too hard.

Maybe we should come ask you.

- Yo Jake chill.

I just telling you what I heard, man.

I didn't make any guarantees
that shit would be there--

- Before you finish.

- Yo Jake just chill.

Let me talk to my people

and I can make this right.

- Yeah you go do that

and I got one more thing.

- Yes sir?

- Do you know a Charlie Jenkins?

Nigga that run books?

- Charlie J yeah I know that nigga.

What's up?

- You know where he do his business at?

I got some bets I want to lay down.

(upbeat music)

- I just.

I don't know, fuck Nora.

You're just going to give her the bonds?

- I don't know Cole.

Do you have cash lying around?

Because if you do, I'll be
more than happy to use that.

- Just chill out okay?

Who is this lady again?

- My friend, Sarah Holtman.

We used to work those bank
fucks at (indistinct) price.

You remember her tall, blonde, pretty?

- No I don't

but that's not the point.

I just don't get it.

I mean why would we pay her bills?

It doesn't make any sense.

- Because if the kid
doesn't get an operation,

he is going to die.

What don't you understand?

(soft upbeat music)

- What?

- Just doesn't sound like you Nora.

- Fuck you Cole.

- Fuck me?

Look you're the one trying to give away

all our fucking money.

- Our money?

Our money?

There wouldn't be a rainy
day fund if it wasn't for me.

You don't contribute shit.

I'm daddy in this house.

- You want to go there?

- Do you want to go there?

Aren't you supposed to
be some big star by now?

Four years in

and the only role you're good for

is a coke addicted pool boy.

I just started sucking dick

because that cholo esse was going to

beat you in the face remember?

(soft music)

- You made that debt too baby,

don't act like you weren't having fun.

- I know Cole.

I'm sorry, really.

I just want to help my friend.

We're talking about the life of a child.

I know it's a lot of money to lend, but--

- Take it, I don't care.

Honestly all I care about
is you and me, okay?

And I know you're disappointed in me.

I am too.

I'm sorry.

We're gonna figure it out.

I'm going to make it I promise.

- I know you will, baby.

- I guess

I just want it to be you

and me you know?

Us against the world.

- You and me against the world.

Come here.

(soft music)

- [Charlie Voiceover] Okay
gotta get this cheddar.

Scrape every penny.

Crack every piggy bank.

24K.

Big Slim will not let it slide

and what if Nora can't come through though

need a backup plan.

- [Jake] My man.

- Shit!

- What's up player?

- Yeah, Jake D.

What's up my man?

What brings you here?

- Nothing what about you?

- Nothing.

(chuckles)

- We both nothings, huh?

Coincidence, huh?

Funny thing those coincidences.

What's in the bag?

- Business.

- What kind of business.

- Not yours.

Hey look it's Horse Dick Jimmy's.

- You know I'm just fucking with you bro.

- Yeah.

- Little yard striding
for old time's sake.

How about me and you

we get some booze we get some bitches

and we turn up?

Hennessy and highness baby.

Don't tell me you don't
like Hennessy and highness.

- Oh nah man, another
time though all right?

I gotta go.

I gotta make these deliveries.

- Well you go handle
your scandal, all right?

- Yeah cool.

- I'll catch up with you.

- Yes sir.

- It's nice seeing you.

(hiphop music)

- Horse Dick Jimmy?

- Ain't my hood.

I heard shit though.

- You know him?

- Yeah I heard of him he's somebody.

- Man they all somebody man,

till they ain't.

- I'm telling you man,

don't fuck with this cat.

- [Man] Man fuck him man.

- Hold on.

Hello.

- I got a lead on the sip bro.

There's this guy on the West side

he's been pushing sip,
like big quantities.

We're talking weight.

- How much weight?

- Bro I'm telling you
he's talking textbooks

and sheets like books.

(indistinct)

- Where he at?

- I can set up a meeting.

He's gonna be somewhere in Hollywood.

- He got heart?

- Man he's a big fool.

Soft as shit.

- All right cool.

We got word.

(car beeping)

- [Man] Let's go.

(hiphop music)

(door opens then closes)

- Did you get it?

- I got it.

- Nora what the fuck is this shit?

- Bearer bonds they're matured,

better than cash.

- The fuck is a bearer bond

and how does it mature?

- It's fucking money.

It will do.

- Goddamn it.

Fine I'm going to make it work.

but this is a type of penny any shit

that makes me look like a chump Nora.

- Well soon you won't have to
worry about your rep, yeah?

- Where are you going?

- I have damage control with Mr. Weekday.

I have to cut the weekend short.

I can't take any calls,

but text me when everything's square.

(door opens)

And Chuckie, don't.

- Don't what?

- Disappoint me.

(door closes)

- Hey Scar let me see your phone man.

- Man use your own phone fool.

- Man let me see the
motherfucking phone man.

- Here.

- You got find my phone on this?

- Yeah man.

- Hell yeah.

- Yeah.

Yeah all right for sure.

(palm tree leaves rustling)

- Here man.

Fucking car.

- I'ma handle it.

by end of the night I'll
get your money back,

and some one hunnid.

- You want to know something man,

the reason we're letting your ass go alone

ain't 'cause we trust you.

It's 'cause there ain't no motherfucking

place that you can run

on this whole motherfucking earth

that we can't find you.

We everywhere.

So if you run, which I hope you do,

it ain't gon' be good for you,

your family, your friends, your bitch,

or any motherfucker you know.

You understand?

- Yeah I know.

- Sucker motherfucker.

Kill that bitch.

(car door opens then closes)

(soft music)

(Slim screams then laughs)

- That's what the fuck I'm talking about.

15 grand in my pocket.

(laughs)

(screams)

Go do some pushups for me.

Slow pushups.

(laughs)

Pump that shit out.

(laughs)

- Hey Slim.

What I got for you baby.

- What's this?

- Our man came through.

67,500.

- Let's see here.

You count this?

- Three times Slim.

- And it's all here.

- Every penny.

I told you, he will come through.

- Hey hold up.

Now what the fuck is this?

- Barry bonds.

- Barry who?

- Barry bonds, their matured

is not a who, it's what those are.

See those are as good as cash.

It's like corporate vig.

- You mean bearer bonds.

- What the fuck?

Really?

Do I need to tell you a fucking gain?

Keep your mouth shut tight

and I'll let you know when,

and how I want to open it.

You know what a bearer bond is.

What's up with this Chuck?

- Well he was a little short.

So I pressed

and let him know that
you were not joking Slim.

I even leaned on him a
little bit, made him dig deep

that's what I got

20 grand worth of bearer bonds.

- What about the $23 and 22 cents?

- (chuckles)

Come on Fizz, really?

- Ain't no rounding numbers
in this business Chuck.

Now where is it?

Did I tell you to stop Nancy boy?

And you keep fucking dancing.

(soft music)

- Yeah.

Good work Charlie.

You're a resourceful motherfucker.

Now if you don't mind I got to take this.

- Of course.

- All right?

- You have a good night.

- What's the new?

Yeah.

(laughs)

Talk dirty to me.

(Charlie sighs)

(car engine roars)

- Hello.

- Hey Charlie.

- Hey Pam.

What's up with the weird number?

- Encrypted channel.

Well more than usual.

I do that when discussing multimillion

dollar drug deals over the waves.

- So you found a buyer?

- Yes, he operates out of Seattle.

Good references.

Is prepared to meet you in
San Francisco to exchange.

- Fuck yes.

Set it up.

- But.

- But?

- He's only offering 4.9.

- Fine do it.

- Got it.

I'll call you back with the details, over.

(chatter from TV)

What the?

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Chuck?

- Damn Pam that was fast.

- Not really.

Are you running another deal?

Are you breaking up the acid?

Because if the dose are
short the deal's off.

- Pam what are you talking about?

- The word in the ether
is that some acid is going

around the West Side recently.

Primo stuff.

I'm getting wind of a deal going down.

That you?

Charlie?

- Fuck.

- Charlie.

- Okay listen don't worry about it, okay.

I will take care of it.

The deal is still on okay.

I'ma call you back.

Fuck!

Fuck Blake I swear to
Christ I'm going to...

(dramatic music)

(hip hop music)

- Yeah.

- Yo where you at man?

- Nigga I got till dawn all right?

Till then step off let
me handle my business.

- This moth...

(drums pounding)

- Hey, bongos?

- You motherfucker.

- Huh?

- The fuck Charlie.

You said I had through Sunday.

(indistinct)

you fucking psycho.

The fuck.

- You marked my safe.

- I didn't touch your fucking safe.

- You just been selling
acid all over town?

- That was my fucking sell.

It's not my fault you don't know

that shit go straight to the moon

and back.

And next time you give
somebody pure LSD crystal

you might wanna warn a nigga.

I licked that shit.

- Say what?

- I licked that shit.

- No you only been slinging off that chip.

- You don't know how LSD works, do you?

That shit sold in micrograms.

You gave me a two gram crystal.

- How much you make off that shit?

(chuckles)

- $35,000 after tonight.

- You made $35,000 off that little rock?

- It'll be something like that.

- Bro, are you high bro?

Motherfucker are you high right now?

- (Blake's voice mumbling)

- Okay wait what do
you mean after tonight?

- After tonight.

- Listen to me you hope tap motherfucker.

(mumbles) after tonight?

- Man you really ain't
got no chills do you?

A guy's coming by,

buying my whole fucking stash.

Made a couple of sheets.

- Okay what's his name?

- I don't know fucking Tookie I think.

- Okay when is the deal?

- I don't know.

You got the time?

You got a watch?

Asshole.

(upbeat drum music)

God damn, I swear to God man.

- Anybody where you got
it from I will come back

and shoot you in the face.

You got it?

- I got it.

- You got?

- I got it.

All right get that fucking
gun out my face Charlie fuck.

God fuck.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Fucking tripping balls here man.

(knock on the door)

(upbeat drum music)

- [Jake] (indistinct)

open up.

- You know what?

Shut the fuck--

- Open up.

(upbeat drum music)

- You need to chill.

Yo what's up bro?

Yo, actually I wanted to
show you something real quick

come over here.

Come on here let me show you.

(punch)

(door closes)

(Jake sighs)

- I think it's obvious
I ain't here for shit

(voice is drowned by music)

I want to know what you got.

(door opens then closes)

- Fucking move.

(laughs)

- Motherfucking Charlie Jack.

- Put them up Jake.

- I fucking knew it.

Man how you expect me to put it up

if you don't want me to move.

(gunshots)

(Jake groans)

(laughs)

Charlie, Charlie.

Let's we shall we.

(upbeat music)

(Jake groans)

- Fucking.

(Jake groans)

(gunshot)

(Charlie groans)

- Motherfucker, fuck you.

Goddamn it shit.

All right, Blake we gotta get to...

No no.

Blake wait hold on baby.

Hold on.

Stay with me dog stay with me.

Blake come on bud.

Blake?

Fuck no fuck.

- [Charlie Voiceover] Why
is this happening to me?

Shit.

Come on what is this?

Murder?

Defense of self?

No no.

There's drugs.

They'll be looking.

They had a deal it went bad.

Jake came

and shot Blake

and he has a gram.

Just two niggas happens all the time.

(ominous music)

- What the fuck?

Fuck (mumbles)

- [Charlie Voiceover] Jake.

(chatter from TV)

(phone ringing)

- Appreciate you Jake.

(car engine roars)

(phone ringing)

I'm here.

- I've been like blowing your phone up,

everything cool?

- Could be better.

- All right what's going on?

- Look I think I'ma have to be getting out

of the country soon.

- Any heat?

- Probably.

- You still got that acid right?

- Yeah what's up?

- It's about the sale.

I got a time and location.

- Awesome fuck yes.

Okay give it to me.

- You need to be at the
Budget Inn in Oakland,

on East 11th street in 14 half hours.

- Cool all right.

Fuck yes.

(dog barking)

(soft music)

- What's your girlfriend's name again?

- Huh?

- The one you gave the bonds to.

What's her name?

- Stacy.

- Stacy what?

- Coleman.

- And what's her kid's name?

- Lee?

Did you get the tomatoes baby?

- Yeah baby they're in the bin thing.

- What company did those bonds go?

(dishes clatter)

- Okay Cole what you wanna
fight about this time?

- I'm not trying to fight about anything.

It's just how things--

- You want to talk about work?

Do you want to talk about
my day in the office?

Let's not break that rule.

- You're right.

(car engine roaring)

(siren wailing in distance)

(door opens)

(switch clicks)

(door closes)

(sighs)

(tapping on bag)

(chatter from TV)

- [Charlie Voiceover] Okay Chuck.

Can't have the get out when she gets here.

Get out the drugs too come on.

(chatter from TV)

- [Charlie Voiceover] They don't even have

maid service in this, some...

There.

Nasty mother...

Man not...

(Chatter from TV)

- [Charlie's voiceover]Fuck
it Charlie fuck it.

This is the last shit
hole you'll ever stay in.

(toilet lid closes)

That nasty shit.

(chatter from TV)

- You want something else?

- No this is fine.

(phone ringing)

- Fuck.

(chatter from TV)

(phone ringing)

- Goddamn it pick up Nora shit.

(chatter from TV)

(phone ringing)

- Hang on I have to take this.

- Who's calling you?

- Stacy, hey girl.

- It's all set okay?

But we have to be gone now.

- What's the rush girlfriend?

- It's all set up baby okay,

but we got to be in Oakland
in less than 12 hours.

It's pay to play no messing around.

We have to be gone tonight.

- I don't know.

- It has to be tonight.

- Hang--

- Tonight Nora okay?

Tonight.

You have to leave it all tonight.

No choice okay?

- Hold up a minute.

My girl's just kinda
having a nervous breakdown

from her sick kid.

- Is she okay?

- I don't know.

I think I'ma have to go see her.

I know it's our time,

but I think she really needs me.

- Okay.

- Where are you girl?

- I'm at the Lit Motel on
Switzer Avenue room 21.

I'm just waiting on you baby

and then we are home free.

- I'll see you soon.

- I love you.

(chatter from TV)

- Man I love technology.

This shit is crazy G.

- Packing all that

just for one night with
your girlfriend, huh?

- I always pack like this, jesus Cole.

Why are you helicoptering me?

I can't breathe with you
all up in my ass like this

will you just chill out?

- Where are you going Nora?

- Stop it Cole.

- Where are you going?

I know you

and I know when you're lying.

- Jesus Cole you're being paranoid.

- That's exactly the type
of thing somebody's going to

say right before they fuck you.

- It is just one night with my girlfriend.

Chill the fuck out.

Man up for Christ's sake.

You know this little puppy dog act

is really wearing thin.

(footsteps plodding)

(drawer opens then closes)

(zipper sounds)

(soft music)

- Look that's the spot.

That's the car right there.

- What you gone do then?

- We gon' wait man.

No matter what happens,

today I'm seeing that
motherfucker that had that acid.

- Damn shame.

(gun cocks)

(soft music)

- Okay I'm off.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye Cole.

(door opens then closes)

(music intensifies)

- Damn check that hoe out right there.

She's bad than a motherfucker.

That looks like Jake's type you know.

(knocking on the door)

- Who is it?

- It's me.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Is that blood?

- It's not mine don't ask.

- Okay, what's with the dump?

- Would you expect to find
five mil hidden in this shit?

- Is it here?

- Yeah it's here.

- Let me see it.

- It's in the can

but first sugar me baby.

(chuckles)

- Is that what all the rush was for?

- For you always.

- Better not get me used to this.

(both chuckle)

- Wait Charlie what about the sale?

Don't we have to be in Oakland?

- There's time baby there's time.

(both moan)

- Man look at that shit.

(both moaning)

- 5.7 million cash.

I never thought I'd see that much money

after four years of whoring.

- Not a whore anymore baby.

(chuckles)

- I wonder if it's enough
for us to make love on.

- It's enough to do anything we want.

- Anything I want?

How much does $5.7 million weigh?

What does it taste like?

Feel like?

Smell like?

(chuckles)

(soft music)

- That fool strapped.

- 5.7 million.

- It's 4.9, baby.

- 4.9?

You said it was nearly six.

- Service fees.

Service fees baby.

Look don't worry about
it we are still rich.

- You lose a million dollars

and you tell me not to worry about it?

- Babe chill out.

Look you lose a little bit when
you move fast product, okay?

That's black market one-on-one.

Besides we're not going to
miss it where we're going?

- What kind of asshole doesn't
miss a million dollars?

Bill Gates would miss a million dollars.

- Babe chill out okay?

4.9 in Thailand it's enough
to live off of forever.

It's not like we got kids--

- That's not the point Charlie.

You can't--

- Hey Nora.

Nora.

(heavily knocking on door)

- Who the fuck is that?

- [Cole] Come out here Nora.

- I think that's my fucking boyfriend.

- [Cole] You took your passport.

- You brought him?

- No of course not.

- How did he get here then?

- I don't know.

Just fucking, just let me handle it.

- Nora.

- Hey you think that's the pimp or what?

- Hey man it don't matter that's our shit.

Come on let's go.

Fuck these motherfuckers.

- Get the fuck back.

- Okay.

- You gotta be kidding me.

This is the fucking guy?

This is Mr. Weekend?

- [Nora] Cole.

- This is the fucking sub bookie.

- [Nora] Cole.

- Get the fuck back.

- All right, Okay.

- Cole calm down.

- You should have fucking called me baby.

- Relax buddy okay?

Look We're just doing a little--

- A little what?

A little what?

A little something that
requires her passport

and our money.

Our fucking money.

The money we fucking worked for.

What would you do if the
tables were turned man?

Huh?

You gonna let somebody fuck you like that?

Answer me motherfucker would you?

- No.

- No, you fucking wouldn't that's right.

- [Nora] The money's coming back Cole.

- [Cole] The money?

What about you Nora.

- [Nora] Cole, baby.

- [Cole] No I'm not your fucking baby.

- Let's talk about that money.

- Who the fuck is this?

(gunshot)

(Cole screams)

(groans) fuck.

Fuck.

(groans)

- I'm that motherfucker

that's gonna turn this

murder, murder, suicide

into a murder, murder, murder

if someone don't give me back my money.

I was expecting to find Jake

some order out ass

and four pounds of my LSD.

- [Cole] I'm gonna fucking throw up.

- Instead I get your bitch ass?

You remember me?

- No.

- That's okay.

'Cause I got enough
memories for the both of us.

- How the fuck did y'all find me, huh?

- $33 million (speaks
in foreign language).

I wouldn't let my mother
hold that kind of money

without putting a trace on her shit

let alone that fake ass Luke Cage.

- [Cole] I'm gonna fucking bleed out.

- What do y'all want, huh?

- I should shoot your
motherfucking dick off

for that stupid ass
motherfucking question.

- Okay, just hold up, okay?

Just hold up man slow down.

- No.

(Cole groans)

- Now you, shut your bitch ass up

or I'ma put one in your
motherfucking face.

- No, fuck.

- Now where's my package at?

- [Charlie Voiceover] The safes.

If I lead them to one, I can get the gun

and maybe I can...

It's in a safe, okay?

It's in the studio I
keep it in a safe, okay?

It's not that far from here.

Look we can go get it right now.

We can go right now.

- Nah.

You can go get it.

You can even take your time

'cause while you gone,

we might roll a train.

- Okay.

- Beat the brakes off this
little bitch of yours.

- Okay.

- I know where it is,

where it really is.

- Is that right?

(punch)

(Charlie groans)

- It's here.

I'll give it to you now.

- Well go get it bitch.

(Charlie groans)

- [Man] Didn't I tell
you not to play with me?

Didn't I tell you not to play with me?

Old fake ass Don Cheadle
looking motherfucker.

Where my motherfucking work at?

Where my work at bro.

Look at me.

- Here it is come

and get it.

- Give me my shit bitch.

(gunshots)

(Cole groans)

- You okay Chuck?

(Cole groans)

- Hey baby.

- I need to go to the hospital.

- Cole?

You should have really stayed at home.

- No no.

(gunshot)

(Charlie breathing heavily)

- How you doing babe?

- Holy Nora.

Babe that was some gangster shit.

- I'm free now.

- Not just yet we have to
get out of here, like now.

- Kiss me.

- Babe there's no time for that, okay?

You just bodied three niggas.

- Charlie, kiss me.

(soft music)

(gunshot)

(Charlie groans)

(dramatic music)

- I told you don't do it.

I told you don't disappoint me.

- What?

- $33 million

and you were gonna sell for four.

Pathetic.

(kiss)

- Please please.

(gunshot)

(dramatic music)

- Hey girl.

- What up?

- Did you get it?

- Yeah I got it right here.

I'll see you soon.

(door opens then closes)

(jazz music)