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♪♪♪

♪ Ooh yeah-ah-ah ooh yeah ♪

♪ Say you gonna punky, punky, punk ♪

♪ New Wave ♪

♪ New craze ♪

♪ New Wave ♪

♪ New craze ♪

♪ Going to a party ♪

♪ And I hope you are hardy ♪

♪ So please don't be naughty ♪

♪ For it's a punky reggae party ♪

♪ New wave ♪

♪ New craze ♪

♪ New wave ♪

♪ New craze ♪

♪ It takes a joyful sound ♪

♪ To make the world go 'round ♪

♪ Come with your heart and soul ♪

♪ Well, come-a come and rock your boat ♪

♪ It's a punky reggae party ♪

♪ And it's tonight ♪

♪ It's a punky reggae party ♪

♪ And it's all right ♪

♪ What did you say? ♪

♪ Rejected by society ♪

♪ But treated with impunity ♪

♪ Protected by my dignity ♪

♪ I search for reality ♪

♪ New wave... all right ♪

♪ New craze ♪

♪ New wave ♪

♪ New wave ♪

♪ New craze ♪

♪ I'm sayin', "The Wailers will be there ♪

♪ The Damned, The Jam, The Clash ♪

♪ Maytals will be there ♪

♪ Doctor Feelgood, too" ♪

♪ Ooh, no boring old farts, no boring old farts ♪

♪ No boring old farts will be there ♪

♪ Singin', no boring old farts, no boring old farts ♪

♪ No boring old farts will be there ♪

♪ Well, it's a punky reggae party ♪

♪ And it's tonight ♪

♪ It's a punky reggae party ♪

♪ And it's all right ♪

♪ Whoa-oa-ah-ah... ♪

♪ A tip from a gypsy ♪

♪ She said, "Man, you gettin' tipsy." ♪

♪ Hiding from reality ♪

♪ In your world of hypocrisy ♪

♪ In your world of hypocrisy ♪

♪ In your world of hypocrisy ♪

♪ In your world of hypocrisy ♪

♪ In your world of hypocrisy ♪

♪ Look out! ♪

♪ A bubble, we a bubble ♪

♪ Yeah, lookin' for no trouble ♪

♪ Yeah... ♪

♪ But if you trouble, trouble ♪

♪ We'll give it to you double, yeah ♪

♪ Let me tell you ♪

♪ It takes a joyful sound ♪

♪ To make the world go 'round ♪

♪ It takes a joyful sound ♪

♪ So come-a come and rock your boat ♪

♪ Come, it's a punky reggae party ♪

♪ And it's tonight ♪

♪ Well, it's a punky reggae party ♪

♪ And it's all right ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh-ah-ah-ah ♪

♪ Tip from a gypsy ♪

♪ She said, "Man, you're getting tipsy" ♪

♪ Hiding from reality ♪

♪ In your world of hypocrisy ♪

♪ Whoa-oa-oa-oh feel it ♪

♪ I'm gonna punk you then ♪

♪ Punk, punk... ♪

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(Wind blows)

(Body whooshes)

(Telephone rings nearby, Detective clears his throat)

(Button clicks)

I'm Senior Detective Jones.

You've met Miss Rosenthal, Social Services.

Under the law,

questioning anyone under the age of 18,

must be accompanied by such a person

in the absence of legal counsel.

Yet, anything you do say

can be used as evidence. Do you understand?

State your full name and age please.

(Sighs) Akilla...

Akilla Brown.

I'm 15.

We need to know exactly what you saw.

I saw him fall.

I saw my father... fall.

(Heavy sigh)

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♪ (Rapping) And I can't become my father ♪

♪ When it's all been said and done ♪

♪ His completions won't complete me ♪

♪ I've divided me by one ♪

♪ I'm the answer to his riddle ♪

♪ I'm the caution of his wind ♪

♪ I'm the spoon that's between tongue and teeth ♪

♪ Beneath this trembling vein ♪

♪ And I dare it, my revision ♪

♪ For I dare not suffer twice ♪

♪ And I dare not reinvent the past ♪

♪ And I dare not be the Christ ♪

♪ And I welcome any sufferer and I welcome any soul ♪

♪ Sitting in this room on wooden bench ♪

♪ Waiting for to joy to call ♪

♪ And I suffer here alone Lord ♪

♪ But you're by my every thought ♪

♪ How I've tried to strip them to the bone ♪

♪ I've struggled and I've fought ♪

♪ Every jealous warped intention ♪

♪ Smuggled, sewn into my jeans ♪

♪ Every hidden marvel tendency ♪

♪ Exploiting me and me ♪

♪ (Singing) Each time I put them under ♪

♪ But still they wanna test me ♪

♪ A plough through the thunder ♪

♪ You storm right past me ♪

♪ I search and I ponder... ♪

(Humming)

♪ I question and wonder ♪

(Humming)

♪ I'm roaring in a thunder ♪

♪ Ease up, ease up ♪

♪ (Rapping) I've been waiting to hear for what now ♪

♪ Seems the better of an hour ♪

♪ I raised every crippled question from the dead ♪

♪ And given power to the absence of my sanity ♪

♪ The presence of a fear ♪

♪ That lies in between forgotten dreams ♪

♪ That pile up every year ♪

♪ Up above the highest testaments ♪

♪ Down below the wooden floor ♪

♪ There's a gutted room ♪

♪ That's back at noon beneath a hidden door ♪

♪ Deeper than you'll find the attributes ♪

♪ Of every sunken man ♪

♪ Who must bang his head against the dead ♪

♪ Each day he tries to stand ♪

♪ And he's standing, pressed against ♪

♪ The very woman that he loves ♪

♪ Kissing eyes and lips and praising him ♪

♪ Surrendering to her touch ♪

♪ And just at the very moment ♪

♪ That he touches heart to heart ♪

♪ She pulls from his touch 'cause it's too much ♪

♪ The man was torn apart ♪

♪ (Singing) Each time I put them under ♪

♪ But still they wanna test me ♪

♪ A plough through the thunder ♪

♪ You storm right past me ♪

♪ I search and I ponder ♪

♪ I question and wonder ♪

♪ I'm roaring in a thunder ♪

♪ Please let me in ♪

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(Car rumbles)

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(Garage door whirs, car rumbles)

- What'd the man say? - Everything is everything.

You're right about Police Chief whatshisface.

Babylon swooped hard last night

Ten dispensaries got the lock down.

And I know Hi-Times was making bank,

so they must'a snatched at least a mill right there.

Fuckin' crooks!

Did you hear what they called this one?

Project Gloria.

Who the fuck is Gloria?

Van Morrison and The Angry Young Them.

(Laughs) Fuck you.

Benji tell you what he wanted to talk to me about?

No, boss, not a clue.

I'ma load up, get ready.

Cool. I'll check you in a minute.

(Muted sound of Reggae music, keypad beeps)

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Benji?

Benji?!

Benji, where you at?

Akilla! Come!

Music down!

Tell me what you smell?

(Inhales deeply)

- Mango? - (Chuckles)

I had a little taste with the old lady last night

and ooh-wee, this batch is as close to perfect as it gets.

- When will it be ready? - Ah! When will SHE be ready.

Three weeks, give or take.

You wanted to talk to me about something.

Yeah...

I know we've talked about this. And crazy as it might sound,

I have a proposal for ya.

I wanna keep the Farm operational.

Yes, we did talk about this.

Ten years we've been working together.

Finally operating legally

and you want to shut the whole thing down?

It's a firestorm out there, man!

You wanna get caught in it?!

Hey, the government's the dealers now.

You got enough loot.

You could go off somewhere wit' your old lady,

see something you never seen before. That don't excite you?

My garden right here... excites me.

You don't think I can run the Farm on my own.

Hey, don't say things I didn't say.

Look at me.

You close the Farm,

then what do I do?

Our clients know what's up.

There's no going back now. Understand?

Have you told the Greek yet?

We have a face-to-face tonight after I make my run.

Hmm...

let me know how that goes.

I got three lamps to replace.

Get Zo on it. Time don't wait.

Hombre, I got nothin' but time!

(Door opens) Fuck...

Music up!

(Reggae music plays)

(Bag zips)

(Gun magazine clicks)

(Lid thuds heavily, Velcro rips)

(Door bangs shut)

(Garage door rattles)

(Van rumbles)

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(Brakes squeal)

(Engine idles loudly and shuts off)

(Door slides open)

(Rustling)

(Straining grunt, seat thumps heavily)

(Door slides and bangs shut)

(Dog barks nearby, siren wails in the distance)

(Door bangs shut)

(Keypad beeps, door buzzes open)

(Whoosh)

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(Takes a deep breath)

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Get on your fuckin' knees, supplier.

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Where da fuckin' safe?!

We don't know nothin' about any fuckin' safe.

Shut the fuck up!

You see, I know, se, there's a safe down here, sir!

Wait! Just fuckin' wait! Just wait! Just wait!

Wait, wait, wait-wait-wait wait-wait.

Gwaan, show me that!

(Keypad beeps)

Hurry the fuck up!

(Bag thuds)

You got what you wanted. Now just take it and go!

(Hard whack) Ow! Fuck!

Like what the fuck?!

You got your fuckin' money.

Shut the fuck up!

Sit your bumbaclaat down!

You better step back, Junior, okay?

Before this gets out of hand. Just be done, okay? Be done!

(Hard whack) Ungh! Fuck!

Shut the fuck up, man! Shut the fuck!

(Struggling grunts)

Cutty! (Hard punch)

Oh, fuck! Agghhh! Gawd!

- You have a big (chop)... - Agh!

- Fuckin... (chop) - Agh!

- Mouth! (Chop) - Agghhh!

(Nico grunts and gurgles)

Now shoot this motherfucker. Let's get the fuck outta here.

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(Hard whack, heavy thud)

Kid: (Grunting in pain)

(Steadying breath)

(Door bursts open)

(Vehicle idles)

(Gun fires) Get in the car! Let's go!

We can't just leave him, man.

Drive! (Door bangs shut)

(Engine guns, tires screech)

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(Grunting and crying in pain)

(Grunting and groaning)

Who set this up?

- Who fuckin' set this up?! - Aggghhh!

Who set this up?!

I was... I was... Akilla...

- You set this up. - Yes.

You set this up?

Who set this up?! Nico!

I'm sor... I'm sor...

Fuck!

Red?

- Red! - Huh? Huh?!

You should go, man.

- Red! Get outta here! - Yeah, yeah, yeah... okay.

Fuckin' hell...

Fuck...

(Breathing heavily)

(Door clicks open and bangs shut)

(Gasps)

(Heart pounds heavily)

(Fingers snap)

(Unzips jacket)

(Patting thuds)

(Breathing heavily)

(Line rings)

(Phone buzzes)

(Low hum of chatter, Greek music plays)

Yeah?

We got a problem wit' Acropolis.

WE have a problem?

I need you to come now.

I'll be waiting inside.

(Low hum of chatter, Greek music plays)

(Cat meowing)

Clinton: Swift like the wind.

Quiet like the forest.

Steady like a mountain. Conquer like fire!

Rely not on the likeliness of your enemy not coming,

but on your own readiness for receive him.

Not on the chance of him not attackin',

but the fact we have made our position unassailable.

(Flame flickers and hisses)

War is a matter of vital importance

for the province of life or death.

For the road to survival or ruin,

it is mandatory you study it thoroughly.

Poukisa?! Poukisa n'ap fe sa?

War is a matter of vital importance

for the province of life or death.

He's a boy!

Stop!

Me no ask you!

The boy no belong to you and no belong to me!

Him belong to Garrison Army! So shut your rhaatid!

Move from me...

I say move!

You ready for be a man?

(Tattoo rig buzzes and stops)

(Buzzing)

(Keyboard keys clack)

(Camera clicks)

(Keyboard keys clack)

(Footsteps thud loudly)

Well... what happened?

Some yutes got in and cleaned out the place.

Turned on Nico.

Your boy sold us out.

My boy? I don't do human resources.

What'd they take?

Everything.

(Choking and coughing)

Jimmy: First thing I need to know

is who took our inventory and money.

The second thing...

where I can find them.

(Choking and coughing)

(Kid sighs, Jimmy chuckles)

You get zipped before you came in here tonight?

Huh? I think you did.

- What'd you take, huh? - (Laughing)

Snap? Benz? Coke?

When I'm done with you,

I don't think you'll be smiling so much.

(Phone buzzes)

(Sighs, annoyed)

(Plastic rustles and snaps loudly)

Hey, Zo!

Yeah, I'm still at the Acropolis.

Shit went sideways tonight.

- What happened? - Some yutes broke in.

Seems it was an inside job.

(Cable tie zips)

Okay?

(Plastic rustles, kid chokes)

Yeah, I caught one of 'em.

He's a kid.

Faaak. What's the next move?

Well, Jimmy's here now.

Gonna find where the yute come from.

(Choking and whimpering noises)

Well, I'll check you later. I gotta go.

(Plastic bag rustles, whimpering and choking noises)

You a tough little nigger boy, aren't you?

Step off!

We need to get this kid to talk.

- That's what I'm doing. - Not like this.

Oh, you gotta be fucking joking!

Forget who you're working for?

- I'm self-employed. - You called me to do your job.

Take the bag off of him

and get 'im up.

(Gasping for breath)

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Let's go.

If you take him, it's on you. You know that, right?

(Door clicks open and slides)

Now step back...

I said step back!

(Fighting grunts)

Aww... fuck!

(Door bangs shut, dogs bark nearby)

(Engine starts) No!

(Struggling grunts)

(Engine roars, tires screech) Wait!

I'm comin' after you, you motherfucker!

I'm gonna fucking kill you when I find you!

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(Engine rumbles)

(Sirens wail)

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(Latch clicks loudly)

- That's the thief? - Well...

Jimmy tried to suffocate him.

- Faak! - What's goin' on?

Acropolis got jacked tonight.

Akilla caught one of the thieves.

No shit! And you brought him here?

- Where else could I take him? - He's just a kid.

He's got A6G tattooed on his chest.

You know what that's from?

Meet all kinds of street level shit in the six.

I can ask around.

What're you gonna do with him?

I need somethin' to tell the Greek.

You guys should bounce.

You get Benji home.

We'll regroup later, yeah?

All right. Keep me in the know.

Anything you need.

(Deep inhale and exhale)

(Garage door rumbles)

(Engine roars)

(Heart pounds heavily)

(Calming exhale) (Quietly) Fuck.

Hey!

(Grunting)

It's just you and me now.

Hey, your homeboys took some shit that belongs to somebody

that's not to be fucked with.

Give me a number.

Give me location.

Give me somethin' now!

- C'mon, man! - (Grunting and whimpering)

Tell me where to find your fuckin' crew!

(Kid groans and seizures)

(Grunting uncontrollably)

(Plane roars)

I'm your Brigade Commander,

cell leader of street level movements.

You report to me,

like your brothers right here.

- (Hard punch) - Ungh!

(Hard punch) Ungh!

Ungh!

(Kicking thuds and grunts, Akilla grunts in pain)

(Grunting, punch thuds)

(Deafening silence)

(Water trickles)

(Siren wails in the distance)

(Horn blares, music thumps as car passes)

Shadow say you were strong.

(Siren wails in the distance)

You're one tribe now before all enemies.

See your blood? It's from Africa.

Spanish bring us to Jamaica and name us Maroon.

Them say we "wild" and "untamed".

But they're not true dat.

You see your grandfather, Garnett Brown,

was a Maroon skilled in guerrilla warfare.

From the ghetto slums him build Garrison Army.

Corrupt politicians used your grandfather

to influence elections.

The same politrix your grandfather served,

murder him.

You must understand self-governance

no matter which side you serve.

Seen?

Yeah.

(Rap music plays)

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Take it, man.

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(Coughing)

(Laughing)

(Coughing and choking)

Do you think my father had to...

kill people to become General?

What kind of question is that?

Why you not ask him yuself?

Your father does what needs to be done.

He understands not all soldiers can lead.

But you ain't got a thing to worry about.

GA's in your blood.

You ain't gonna be three touch for long.

What's three touch?

One Touch take a certain kind of mental.

Loco if you ask me.

Take big risks, make lots of paper.

One touch control the borders, get narcotics through.

Two Touch hold down packaging and try product inventory.

Two Touch keep distribution flowin'.

Three Touch is responsible for all street level movements.

That's you, young Jedi.

The bigger you get, the less you touch.

- You feel me? - (Blows out smoke)

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(Phone buzzes)

Yeah.

Bring me the fuckin' kid.

I can't do that.

What you done is create disorder.

So stop fuckin' around.

The Geek wants you to bring the boy in.

So bring him in so I can do my job.

Tell the Greek I'm doing this my way.

I'll be in touch.

Akilla!

Motherfucker!

(Rustling and thumping)

(Sliding)

(Under his breath) All right...

Ungh!

(Car door opens)

(Door bangs shut)

(Door bangs shut, engine turns)

(Car rumbles)

(Engine hums)

(Cuts off engine, door clicks open)

(Siren wails in the distance)

(Traffic rumbles)

C'mon...

(Door bangs shut)

Don't fuck around.

(Music thumps nearby)

(Loud buzz of chatter, music blares loudly)

♪ Rude bwoy ♪

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(Loud buzz of chatter)

Prince: Akilla!

What's happenin'? You babysittin' tonight?

Somethin' like that.

Woman: Baby boy doesn't look so good.

- Is he okay? - He's good.

Hold up one second.

- So who dis little nigger? - He's a thief.

Him and his crew took money and narcotics from the Greek.

Oh shit?! Okay.

You know what this is?

Yo, you Area 6?

He runnin' with Area 6 Generals.

Word is they affiliated with Jamaican massive...

Garrison Army.

You know what that mean.

So you a killa, huh?

You gonna get yourself in some grown man shit, shorty.

These little baby gangstas gettin' baby-er.

Kingsway Lions ridin' wit' you.

Just tell me what you wanna do.

Tell me where to find 'em.

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(Reggae remix plays)

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- Ungh! - Oof!

(Struggling)

(Heavy thud, glass shatters)

(Running footsteps)

(Gasps)

(Running footsteps, dog barks nearby)

(Breathing hard)

(Crickets chirp)

(Footsteps thud) Oh!

(Breathing hard)

(Footsteps thud)

Ungh!

Come on!

(Struggling grunts)

You got nobody out here, boy!

Where you goin'?

Ungh! Aghhhhh!

Agghhhh!

Where you gonna go?!

C'mon... c'mon.

Settle down, man. C'mon.

(Struggling grunts)

(Breathing hard)

(Calming down)

All right... (Breathing hard)

C'mon.

Let's go.

C'mon then.

All right? I'm taking you home.

(Car rumbles)

Stay low.

You don't wanna be seen with me.

(Car rumbles)

(Cuts off engine, keys jingle)

All I need you to do...

is to point out the spot,

then we're done.

(Car rumbles nearby)

(Snaps pictures, car alarm blares nearby)

Y'all runnin' with the Garrison Army

and don't know what time it is.

They don't give a fuck about you or your crew.

I seen the evidence.

You don't belong to this.

Get out.

(Car rumbles nearby, tires squeal)

(Hard thumps on roof)

Woman: Who the fuck are you?

And what the fuck are you doin' with my nephew?

Sheppard, get out o' the car.

Mi say get outta da car!

You don't see me callin' your phone?!

(Siren wails nearby)

(Door bangs shut)

Did you do dis?

- Did you do dis?! - (Sighs) Oh God...

Eh, I will mash up every bloodclaat thing

if you don't start talkin', you know!

- No! Hey, wait! Wait! - Do not come near me!

- I'm not. - Do not come close to us!

Sister, you need to chill. This is fuckin' crazy.

I can't be out here and you shouldn't be either.

- Where you think you're goin'? - Hey, what...

I don't finish talkin' yet, you know.

And what you mean I shouldn't be out here?!

I'm not goin' anywhere until you tell me who you are

and what business you have wit' my nephew.

Your nephew tried to rob me tonight.

His crew broke into a dispensary I work for.

They were armed. I caught him.

That's how I got here.

Is this true, Sheppard?

What the hell you mixed up in, boy?

And you're out here robbin' people?!

Look, they took money from the kinds of people

you don't want lookin' for you.

How much money?

Enough to get somebody hurt.

(Sighs) Fuck.

- Do you know him? - Who?

Dalton Miller?

Yeah, they call him Cutty.

He lives in your complex?

Yeah, he does.

This is who you're playin' wit'?

You need to make up a really good story about how

he got back here because they're gonna wanna know.

And if it's not really good, they're gonna turn on him.

You understand?

(Deep, worried sigh)

What's your name?

What's your name?

Akilla.

I'm Faye.

Look, sorry about all o' dis.

Get out of da car. (Door clicks open)

(Door bangs shut, alarm wails nearby)

(Car rumbles)

(Police siren chirps)

Cop: (Gives muffled instructions)

(Police siren chirps) Have a good evening.

(Car rumbles)

(Line rings)

(Phone buzzes)

(Muttering)

Uh... yeah.

- I have some information. Jimmy: What information?

Look, just tell the Greek I'm coming.

Fuck you! I'm your messenger boy now?

What information?!

I'll tell the Greek myself.

- (Phone thuds) - Fucking guy!

(Doo-wop music plays)

♪♪♪

♪ Oh my love ♪

♪ You do wonders ♪ (Thetis laughs)

♪ You do wonders ♪

♪ That no man can forget ♪ Clinton: Right there.

♪ Because I love you ♪

♪ Love you... ♪ (Laughs)

♪ Love with all... ♪

♪ Of my heart ♪

♪ All all-all-all... ♪

♪ All of her ♪

♪ You are everything ♪

♪ You are the one thing ♪

♪ That keeps us from falling apart ♪

(Gasps awake)

(Book thumps on the floor)

(Sighs sleepily)

(Clinking noise)

(Glass clinks)

Ma?

Sa ki te pase, maman?

Ma, what happened?

(Sighs heavily)

Why do you stay with him?

We need to leave, Mom.

I'll get the money and we'll go together.

Please.

Your father is a product of the people torn apart

by poverty...

greed...

and political violence.

A man must know his own weakness.

Yes...

we will leave here.

Bondye,

protect my one and only son.

I know you have a plan for him.

Keep him under thy wings.

Provide him with strength

to escape bondage and obstacles put before him.

Amen.

Come here.

(Exhales softly)

(Train rattles)

(Jazz music plays)

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Akilla, you don't look so good.

(Gasps) Hungry, hmm?

No, I'm good. Thanks, Athena.

I hope you understand why Jimmy's upset, hmm?

He does his job, he does it well.

I pay him to find swift solutions

for difficult situations.

And that is not our working correlationship.

When is torturing kids a solution?

Keep whining.

I remember you whining when I fucked up your face.

Fuck you, mule!

Mikapedia uh, little boys?

This behaviour will not do.

What is of significant concern

is my 150 thousand and inventory.

The crew that robbed Acropolis

is called Area Six Generals.

They run out of a housing complex

north-east of the city.

(Phone buzzes)

What's this?

Everything you need to find them.

Security footage of tonight's events is missing.

You must know about that?

I have it in a safe place.

Oh, that footage belongs to me,

and you need to return it.

And what did you do with the boy?

He served his purpose. I let him go.

(Scoffs) Malaka!

These Area Six Generals,

they work with the Garrison Army.

Jimmy should know that.

Garrison Army, oh.

Sounds like a bunch of ghetto niggers to me.

(Loud thump, dishes clank) (Pained grunt)

I need you to mind your fuckin' mouth!

(Pained grunts)

Akilla, let it go.

Now.

éla, Jimmy.

Fuckin' sensitive.

Come, come. Hm?

Won't you go, get some air? Hm?

Follow the lead. Go on. Go.

I need to talk to Akilla alone.

It ain't over... between us.

Not yet.

(Receding footsteps)

You know the Garrison Army is no joke.

And I trust Jimmy can handle this.

This boy,

he cut up one of your employees with a machete.

He was vicious, without mercy.

As long as there are dreams where there is poverty,

there is little mercy. Hah...

I remember a resourceful boy, hm?

Loyal and a lot less political.

What's happening to this boy, Akilla?

Boys grow up.

You understand my first order of business

is to protect my investment. Hm?

So when were you going to tell me about the Farm?

As soon as I had something in place.

Oh, and you have something in place now?

I do.

I filed to discontinue our cultivation license.

No-no-no-no.

I pulled serious favours to move that license through.

For the first time in your life,

your "operation" is legit... and you cashing out?

The Feds wanna become the Starbucks of cannabis.

The same government that destroyed how many lives...?

For what? Selling a healing plant?

Old players in the war on drugs

wanna control production and distribution.

It won't be the last time Acropolis gets hit.

Corner stores get robbed, nothing new.

Acropolis will scale to five outlets

in the next few months and I will be ahead of the pack.

You know the upside of our partnership

is very lucrative.

And that is what you should be thinking about.

I'm thinking about evolution...

how it favours the adaptable,

not the strong.

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(Car rumbles up)

(Engine revs, engine cuts out)

These fuckin' spicks got rat traps the size of Coney Island.

See the boy Rodrigo,

he owes seven grand.

And I need you to collect in full.

Am I goin' in alone?

What?

You need me to hold your fuckin' hand?

Look, if shit gets hectic,

make it out that door and I got you.

(Door opens, shuts)

(Huffs)

(Banging on door)

(Shouting in Spanish)

(Door opens)

What do you want?

I'm here to see Rodrigo.

(Slurps)

(Dishes clank)

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(Speaking Spanish)

Puta. That cucaracha disrespects me

sending this mocoso to do grown man business.

We mean no disrespect.

Shadow just doesn't want no heat,

that's why he sent me.

And who the fuck are you?

Akilla.

Like Achilles?

You gotta read more, mocoso.

"Let me not then die ingloriously

and without struggle..."

"...but let me do some great thing

that shall be told among men hereafter..."

I read.

So what message do you have for me?

If you have a problem with our arrangement,

my father would like you to take it up with him personally.

Your father?

Clinton Brown.

The General?

No kidding.

Seven grand is owing.

Plus another three in interest.

- Ten total. - Interest?

I'm just the messenger.

And what if I don't have it?

If I leave here with out full payment,

I can't anticipate how my father will react.

But you probably have a better idea than I do.

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Threatening your allies is not good for business. Si?

Shadow should learn that.

Ten grand, right?

Aren't you gonna count the money?

Why would I need to count the money?

(Laughing)

One more thing...

you will be doing business with me from now on.

No one else.

Okay, mi hijo,

let's see what you can do.

(Both laugh uproariously, speaking Spanish)

(Door opens, shuts)

So what did the grease monkey say?

Seven grand. Paid in full.

You counted it?

Also, um...

Rodrigo said that he will only be doin' business

with me from now on.

He said that? (Laughs)

(Engine turns, revs)

(Rumbles away)

(Plane whooshes overhead)

(Gunshot pops, can clanks)

A you this.

Take courage.

A General who is not courageous

is incapable of conquering doubt,

or create great plan.

(Suspenseful music)

(Gunshot pops, cans clank)

(Gasps)

Heh...

(Reggae music plays)

Hey... you got me or what?

(Bag crinkles)

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(Car rumbles)

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(Phone buzzes)

(Car rumbles)

(Phone buzzes)

Hello...

Faye?

(Crying) They took Sheppard!

I didn't know what to do...

- I didn't know who to call. - Okay. Okay, stay calm.

- I'm on my way. - I just had to try his phone.

I'm coming to you now.

I'm coming.

(Crying, phone thuds)

(Car rumbles)

(Engine cuts out)

(Door opens, shuts)

(Sirens wail nearby)

(Knocks)

(Door creaks shut)

I tried to stop them.

They're going to hurt him.

I know that they will.

If anything happens to him, Akilla, I just...

They're gonna come back here.

You have to leave.

Go get some of your things together.

(Sniffles, exhales)

Where are we going?

(Door opens, shut)

(Door opens, shut)

(Engine turns)

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(Keys jingle, lock unlocks)

(Lock clicks)

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You're safe here.

Please.

Can I get you anything?

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(Winces)

I didn't see it.

Sheppard getting involved in something like this.

I might have a way to get him back.

This is Sheppard's phone.

If Dalton's number is in here,

I have no idea. It's locked.

The password is Faye,

F-A-Y-E.

Oh.

I'm paying for it.

During the robbery, Dalton killed a man.

What?

I have the security footage.

(Heavy exhale)

How-how was Sheppard involved?

- Not directly. - Oh Jah.

Help yourself to whatever you need.

(Velcro rasps)

(Sighs)

(Sharp exhale)

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(Sirens wail in the distance)

(Zipper rasps)

Woo-wee!

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(Low hum of chatter)

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(Car honks)

(Door creeks open, shuts)

- (Cat meows) - Ma?

Ma?

Ma! Ma!

What's happened?

(Shaky breath)

Okay. Okay.

(Dialling beeps, line rings)

Operator: MedStar, UMIS, What is your emergency?

Y-Yes, hello!

My mother is unconscious, okay?

I need an ambulance.

Okay, stay calm, stay calm okay?

- Okay. - Okay, tell me,

what's the address? Where you at?

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(Footsteps scuff)

It's not finished yet.

Your little nephew,

he had a seizure tonight.

He doesn't belong with those boys.

No he doesn't.

Sheppard has special needs.

He's epileptic.

My sister, she was killed in Jamaica.

There was a shooting

and she got caught in the crossfire.

It's a miracle how Sheppard survived.

But he hasn't said a word since then.

What do you know about the Garrison Army?

I know who they are.

They control the little gangs in Area Six around here,

from one side of the city to the other.

(Phone buzzes)

That's Cutty.

(Line rings)

Yeah?

Yo, what do you want?

You get my message?

Yeah, I got your fuckin' message.

You took somethin' that doesn't belong to you.

Return everything...

or I send the security footage to five-O

and let them deal with your little crew.

(Scoffs)

Where do you wanna meet at?

I'll text you. Bring me yute.

He'll make the drop, understand?

So that's what's up.

That's how it is. (Clicks to end call)

I need to go.

If anything goes wrong,

- this is the security footage. - Okay.

You bring this to Athena Kalidis.

She'll know what to do with it.

All right. I'll be back soon.

No, I'm coming with you.

- No. - Yes.

Hey...

Bring my nephew home.

(Car rumbles)

(Light tapping)

(Machine beeping)

(Low hum of chatter)

(Machine beeping)

(Sniffles)

(Shaky) Maman...

I have to go now...

(Crying)

I promise...

I'll come back... soon.

(Sniffling)

(Light kiss)

(Sniffles)

(Train rattles)

(Announcement chime)

This is Flushing Avenue.

(Train rattles)

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(Alcohol sloshes)

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You shouldn't have put your hands on her!

(Sucks his teeth)

I said, you shouldn't have put our hands on her!

Leave me be, bwoy.

You're never gonna touch her again.

We're gonna disappear and you won't find us.

And me deliver us from political violence!

And me get us out of Jamaica.

Where you gonna go, eh?

Think you know shit about sacrifice?

Move from me, little bwoy!

(Attacking grunt)

(Fighting grunts)

(Panting)

Me say remember...

"it's not the likeliness of your enemy now coming,

but your readiness for receiving!"

(Struggling grunts)

(Grunts)

(Slow motion) Hey!

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(Police radio chatter)

Your father had enemies, you know that, hm?

If they got to him they could just as easily get to you.

Detective, this is highly inappropriate.

This boy is now under our charge.

This boy is the son of Clinton Avery Brown,

a particular leader of the Garrison Army.

Isn't that right, Akilla?

Our investigations suggest

an international crime syndicate

is responsible for more than 1300 drug related killings

across this country.

And we intend to find out what we can,

any way we have to.

Thank you, Detective.

This interview is now over.

Akilla?

(Siren chirps)

(Keys jingle)

(Engine turns nearby)

(Door opens, shuts)

(Siren wails)

(Engine turns)

Akilla!

Akilla, stop!

(Frustrated exhale)

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(Crickets chirp)

(Engine hums)

Yo. I need your eyes open for a black SUV.

I don't think they're gonna play fair.

Then we gonna play smart.

The boy is gonna make the drop.

If shit goes down before that, bring it, yeh?

In that order.

(Car rumbles)

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(Shifts gear into pars, cuts off engine)

(Door opens, shuts)

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(Clip clicks)

(Phone buzzes)

Yeah.

Prince: Yo, you see what I see?

Black SUV at twelve o'clock.

I can't see shit inside though.

(Car rumbles)

- Get ready. - Say less.

(Engine rumbles)

(Readying exhale)

(Phone rings)

We're here.

- Fuck you at? - Watching you.

You shouldn't put your hands on women.

(Laughs)

Listen there,

that cunt got what she deserved.

Who the fuck are you anyway?

I'm your biggest problem

if you don't follow my instructions.

How me know you won't give me up after the drop?

You don't.

The shipping container is in front of you.

Send the yute there.

All right, he's in there.

Time to be brave.

Here. (Deep inhale)

(Sharp inhale, exhales)

(Sharp inhales)

Yo!

Better get it done right this time, you fuckin' rat.

Some time tonight, Femme.

(Sniffs, chokes)

(They laugh)

Gimme that shit.

Yo, Femme, get the bags, get the fuck out.

(Doors opens, engine rumbles)

(Door shuts)

(Flares sizzle)

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(Smoke hisses)

(Doors open)

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Shoot that motherfucker dead! You see him?

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(Smoke hisses)

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You need to come with me.

Your aunt is safe. I take you to her.

C'mon.

C'mon, let's go!

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(Footsteps crunch)

(Cocks gun)

What the fuck are you doin', boy?

We need to go!

Don't you fuckin' hesitate, nigger.

Shoot that nigger dead

before I put this lead in your fuckin' mind.

Shoot that nigger!

Bumbaclaat boy. Pull the fuckin' trigger.

Pull that shit. Pull the trigger, nigger.

- Ah-ah-ah. - What the fuck?

Now relax little nigger.

- Nigger, who is you? - My brother's keeper.

Fuckin' think you brave? Nigger let's go!

You involved in this shit, nigger.

Who you yellin' at bro?

- Yellin' at you... - Calm you fucking mouth down!

(Overlapping shouting)

What you tryin' to do with that, boy?

All right so let me see that shit, nigger.

- C'mon. - Are you fuckin' stupid, brah?

Pull that shit. Let me see that.

Right between your fuckin' eyes.

What you tryin' to do with that, boy?

- Blow everybody up. - Swear to fuckin' God.

Motherfuckin' homie over here.

Pull that shit then, nigger. Let's see.

(Cocks riffle) (Overlapping muted voices)

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(Gunshots pop repeatedly)

(Bullets whoosh)

♪ He chooses if... ♪

♪ Eternal life ♪

(Wind howls)

(Traffic whooshes outside)

(Waking inhale)

(Sighs)

(Exhales)

(Sighs)

(Seagulls squawk)

(Gun rattles)

(Grunts)

(Pained grunts)

Akilla, we got those motherfuckers.

- (Pained grunts) - Shit.

(Weak) Get him out of here.

(Pained grunts)

I know this one is the thief, but who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck are you?

I'm the guy comin' to get his shit.

Get the bags. Bring the car.

(Pained grunts)

He fuckin' dyin' here.

(Pained grunts)

Let's get him to the fuckin' hospital.

Come on. Move.

Get him up. Come on.

(Pained grunts)

Come on.

- (Pained cries) - Come on.

(Footsteps scuff) (Pained cries)

(Line ringing)

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(Tires screech)

(Engine roars)

(Phone buzzes)

Fuck! How's he doin'?

(Phone buzzes)

Don't fuckin' die on me!

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(Clothes rustle)

(Ticket ruffles)

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I've been lookin' for you.

Babylon is lookin' for you too.

My mom's in the hospital.

So that's where I'll be.

Yeah. Sorry about your mother.

So you sorry my father beat my moms?

I don't decide what happens next.

You need to come with me, Young Jedi.

(Door opens) Get in the car.

(Quietly) No.

(Bike clatters, door shuts)

(Running footsteps) Shadow: Stupid fuck!

(Running footsteps)

(Panting)

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(Running footsteps)

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(Panting)

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(Footsteps thud)

(Cocks gun)

(Panting)

You need to come with me.

(Breathing heavily)

"If a man's hour has come,

be he brave or be he a coward,

there is no escape for him once he been born."

(Breathing heavily)

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(Running footsteps)

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