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[MUSIC PLAYING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Man, this guy's pissed!

This thing had better be worth it.

Of course it's worth it.

It's art, man.

What the Hell?

Hey, get rid of it, man!

I ain't going to jail for this crap!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CRASHING NOISES]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Are you all right?

Huh? Are you all right?

Yeah.

Well, you see the thing back there?

Look at it!

You see it?

I've got over 100 hours of my life invested in that.

You're under arrest.

You're under arrest, and we're going to go back and pick

up every last single piece.

You got it? Got it?

- Yeah. - Come on.

Move it!

Go!

[CAR HORN]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

Let's see a jab, Andre.

Keep those hands up.

Go on. - There you go.

There you go.

Stick him Andre, stick him!

Jab.

Jab.

Come on. - All right.

Move with him.

Move with him.

Stick it!

Stick it!

AUGUST: There you go, baby.

Keep the hands up.

Good job.

Hey, Benny!

Yeah?

[INAUDIBLE]

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Sorry, Mr. Lewis.

That's OK, son.

Look like a champion, kid.

Don't worry.

He's fine, Andre.

Hey, Chase.

Hi, Kendra.

Kids, you gotta love them, huh?

Does he ever?

Let's take a break, son.

Great punch.

Did you see me, Mr. Brooks?

Did you see me? - Oh yeah.

I sure did, Andre.

I'd hate to be on the business end of that hook.

You were awesome.

Boxing is dope!

[LAUGHING]

That means great.

I know that.

Oh man, it's been hard keeping that one out of the gang life.

Better here than there.

That's the hard part.

Trying to keep him here.

[LAUGHING]

What?

No, you don't.

You're not pushing any more of that stuff

you call art off on me.

August, it's broken!

How could you tell?

You know, I bought that last one of yours.

She wouldn't even let me bring it into the house.

It was a nude woman.

It was?

Well, this one was a portrait of you.

Very funny.

Very funny.

ANDRE: What?

Uh uh.

Uh uh.

Uh.

What's going on?

Andre?

Also, what just happened?

They shot his brother, Mr. Brooks.

My homeboy Tracy, they shot him dead.

Damn.

Oh my god, that's awful.

Who shot him, kid?

The South Side Boys.

Andre and the Deuce Gang gonna do some pay back.

Come on.

We've got to find Andre.

I'm going with you.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Sorry, son.

No!

[POLICE SIREN]

Raines, have you seen Andre Wilson?

Yeah, he saw his brother and just took off.

Execution?

RAINES: Looks like it.

Any leads on the shooter?

RAINES: Oh, yeah.

I've got lots of leads.

I've got a member of the Deuce Gang

capped in a dead end alley.

I've got 10 witnesses that didn't see anything.

Oh, yeah.

I've got lots of leads.

We've got to find Andre.

I'll go to his mom's house. Maybe he went home.

OK.

OK.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

AUGUST: Used to be only one gang down here.

The Deuce Gang.

1984, there was an internal rift.

Half the gangs split off and formed the Southside Boys.

This truce is the only thing that's ever stopped

them from killing each other.

Well, if it comes apart we're going to have

one long, hot, bloody summer.

Yeah, and my kids are going to be right in the middle of it.

Those kids have guns, August.

And some of them don't have a whole lot of sense.

All I'm saying is be careful.

There he is.

[SCREECHING TIRES]

Hey, Walkman.

How you doing?

- [INAUDIBLE] Get off me, man! - Get up there.

Get up there.

I didn't do nothing, man!

I didn't do nothing.

We're got a warrant for your arrest.

Get in there.

Oh, man. You bruised my ribs!

CHASE: Ah, quit complaining.

I barely touched you.

I've probably got internal bleeding or something.

I don't got no health insurance.

Tell him you're sorry, Chase.

- I didn't do anything, August. - Go on, Chase.

Tell him you're sorry. - No.

Come on.

CHASE: All right. I'm sorry.

Yeah, well sorry ain't good enough.

I need some compensation from Andrew Jackson.

AUGUST: Give him some money, Chase.

You know, why is it always my money?

Your money is better than my money.

Yeah, one more for my other rib.

Come on.

Go on.

Give him some more.

Man.

What the Hell you guys doing picking

me up in the daylight crap.

Could have blown my cover.

It's important.

We're looking for a kid.

A member of the Deuce Gang called Andre Wilson.

Street name Slice.

Yeah.

A lot of people looking for that homeboy.

Word's out he's looking for payback.

Yeah, we know that.

Is there anything else you can tell us?

Well, word is he's got a piece.

And he will be looking for the dude that shot his brother.

Does this dude got a name?

Yeah.

Romeo.

He's one of the Southside Boys.

I know him.

Yeah, well look.

That's all I can tell you.

Except the streets are burning down here, man.

One more jack gets iced and that's it.

The gloves come off.

Look, just let me out right up here.

You see that kid, you page us, all right?

Yeah, I will.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Do Romeo for your homeboy, Slice.

We gotta keep the pride.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[LAUGHING]

Hi, are you ready to order?

Hi.

Um.

Cops eat free, right?

- There's always a price. - Priscilla!

Chase.

[INAUDIBLE]

We're still waiting for one other person.

OK. I'll come back.

There she is.

She's checking you out.

As usual. - Hi, Jodi.

- Hi. - Hey, Jodi.

Priscilla, this is Kendra and August.

And of course, you know Jodi. - Yes.

Hello. - I didn't do anything.

Oh you don't have to.

That's the problem.

Everywhere we go, some woman hits on him.

Well, he does have a nice tush.

- He does, doesn't he? - Yes.

I've always told him that.

Well, so do you, sweetie.

Thanks, baby.

Welcome to Sevens, everybody.

Chase already knows this, but in case you're wondering,

I named the restaurant after Max's badge number.

Yeah, I never knew Max, but I heard a lot of good things

about him.

And all us guys up at [INAUDIBLE] Heights

were real sorry when he get killed.

Thank you.

He was Chase's first partner.

And Chase drove him crazy.

Anyway, the place is here to honor the man's life

and serve his favorite beer.

So on that note, drink up, have fun, and if you need anything,

call me.

Thanks a lot.

Thank you.

Hey.

Listen, we're here to have a good time, right?

Yeah.

CHASE: Priscilla's trying to make this place work.

Let's order the most expensive thing on the menu.

- My treat. - All right.

Good.

Hey, listen.

Next week I'll buy, all right?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CROWD YELLING]

Chill, now!

SPECTATOR: - Yeah, what's up? - No, man!

Just cool out! SPECTATOR: What's up?

Who are you?

Russell, talk to me.

What the hell is going on here?

They dissed my homeboys, man.

Yo, I'm gonna bust you up.

[INTERPOSING VOICES YELLING]

All right, nobody move!

Chase, put the gun away.

Like Hell, partner.

I'm not Max Donovan, Chase.

And you're not going to end up like him.

All right, Gentlemen, listen to me.

I know what you're going through.

I know what you're feeling.

I've been there.

Andre's brother was one of mine, Mr. Brooks.

When you kill one of mine, you've got to pay.

Oh, yeah.

You got to pay.

Who's got to pay?

We all pay!

You know, this gang crap is a one way ticket to pain,

gentlemen.

You know who suffers the most?

Huh?

Your mamas.

Your brothers.

Your little sisters.

They are the ones you hurt the most with your hate, not

the other side.

SPECTATOR: We are just handling business.

Oh, yeah.

We just handling business.

And that's just the way it is.

Yeah, that's the way it is.

Any of you boys want my help, I'm here.

OK?

Think about what you're doing.

If you don't walk away from this crap, it will eat you alive.

Don't do the man's job for him, brothers.

Don't take yourselves out.

MAN: They don't even know what time it is.

You think you got through to them?

Maybe.

But if this war starts, they won't

be able to get away from it.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Well, at least they're settling

their differences in the ring.

Maybe that's a good sign.

August.

If one of them pulls a gun, I'm not going to hesitate.

I know.

I don't expect you to.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

AUGUST: Looks like Spider's getting

another speeding ticket.

CHASE: Let's go see what's up.

AUGUST: This is one William 13.

We're code six at Fourth and Alameda.

These guys have an interest in you, or--

What's the-- What's the deal?

So, uh-- Hey!

Ah!

[SCREECHING TIRES]

- You OK? - Oh, yeah.

Hey. Oh.

We need your car.

AUGUST: Dispatcher to one W13.

We need a code three backup heading for the LA River.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Pull over.

Pull over!

[POLICE SIRENS]

Right now, pal!

[POLICE SIRENS]

[RIFLE COCKING]

[GUNSHOT]

[RIFLE COCKING]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[EXPLOSION]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

AUGUST: This is one William 13.

Everybody back off.

We need to have a word with this one alone.

Oh, yeah.

Safe!

August.

How about you do the Chase maneuver, huh?

OK.

But you get shot this time.

I got shot last time.

Yeah, well that's because you die a lot better than I do.

Well, here's your chance to get some practice.

All right.

I get shot this time.

[FIRE BLAZE SOUND]

AUGUST: Come on, Spider. Move it.

Move it. Come on.

Come on. Get out of here!

Come on!

[EXPLOSION]

AUGUST: Spread 'em!

You ain't got nothing on me, pig!

Oh, really?

Looked to me like it was snowing back there, Spider.

Ooh, let me have him. Let me have him!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey! - Turn around!

Look at me!

Chase, what the Hell are you doing?

Back off, man! He's mine!

You can't do this to me man.

I can do whatever I want.

I'm the man!

Well, I want a lawyer!

Yeah?

Well, I'm fresh out of lawyers.

How about a coroner.

Man, Mr. Brooks, get him off me!

Chase, lay off, man. Lay off!

Don't do this again!

Walk away.

I can't do that Mac.

I cannot do that.

Now, lay off!

CHASE: Walk away, Brooks.

I'll dump the body.

You don't have to get your hands dirty.

AUGUST: MacDonald, have you lost your mind?

Lay off of this man.

I can't do that.

I said, walk away Brooks.

Mac.

Don't make me.

[GUNSHOT]

Never liked him much anyway.

And I like you even less.

You're crazy, man!

You just shot Brooks!

Man, you just shot a cop!

Or Slice Wilson.

Don't kill me, man.

Don't make me ask you again.

I don't know, man.

He's gone down underground.

CHASE: Who knows?

Who knows?

The Pit Bull!

Ask that dude.

AUGUST: I know him.

And I know where he hangs.

[LAUGHING]

Blanks, sucker.

Oh, man!

I guess we got to go talk to this Pit Bull, huh?

Yeah.

And what the Hell do you mean, you never liked me anyway?

I was acting.

Ah.

PIT BULL: Don't mess with me, man.

You know what we agreed on.

Yeah, that's right.

I'm coming correct.

No, I don't play that.

Uh huh.

Yeah.

Yeah, I need you to be there today.

Oh man, hey.

Hey, homie, I'll get back with you.

Yeah, all right.

Hello

CHASE: Wuh oh!

Hey!

How you doing, huh? Come on.

You having a nice day?

Is that your broker?

PIT BULL: No, I was talking to your mama.

Oh, ha, ha.

AUGUST: My man, PB!

Oh, yeah.

Ooh!

Are we packing a little birdie?

Exotic and original.

CHASE: Bad move, Poodle.

Pit Bull!

Back off!

Where's Andre Wilson?

Who?

I don't want to make this hard on you, man.

Life's hard, man.

I know you, Pit Bull.

The name your mother gave you was Jerry Reed.

And you got a rap sheet long enough to use as a freeway.

Where's Andre Wilson?

Parole officer's looking for you.

This is gang business.

Man, what the Hell do you care?

It's a problem I have.

I do care.

Where is he?

You cough it up, and you can walk away.

You played a clam.

And you're going to buy yourself a big inconvenience.

1085 Crenshaw.

Apartment 327.

CHASE: Have a nice day, Poodle!

Mr. Lewis.

Hey, [INAUDIBLE].

What's up?

Look, I gotta talk to you Mr. Lewis.

What's up, son?

My homeboys, they um, they gave me his gun

and told me I was going to have to cap a Deuce.

And since I was under age that the cops couldn't

do nothing if I got caught.

I don't want to do it, Mr. Lewis.

I don't wanna.

You have the gun with you now?

Go, home [INAUDIBLE].

Just go home, son, 'til this thing blows over.

Thanks Mr. Lewis.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOOR OPENING]

Andre.

Damn it!

Andre!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Andre!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

AUGUST: You're not gonna win a gold medal for this, pal!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

AUGUST: I'm getting too old for this stuff!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Uh!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[HEAVY BREATHING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[GRUNTING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

AUGUST: This kid thinks he's Carl Lewis.

Andre!

Come!

[GRUNTING]

[HEAVY BREATHING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[TRAIN WHISTLE]

Andre.

Andre, listen to me, son.

You can;t do this.

You can't ruin your life like this.

They killed my brother.

Yeah.

Yeah they did, Andre.

They shot him dead.

But if you pick up a gun and you shoot them,

then you lose your life as well.

And that's three more brothers down.

My life is my homeboys.

I ain't got nothing else!

God damn it, Andre!

Who the Hell have you been talking to?

Listen, Andre.

Whoever they are, they don't give a damn about you, brother.

Think, Andre.

Think!

Look, Mr. Brooks.

Just lay off me, all right?

Just stay out of this!

Andre. Wait!

Andre! Andre!

Come back here!

Andre!

Andre come back here!

Damn!

Damn.

CHASE: August.

You all right?

No!

I am not all right!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

He's been pretty quiet today, huh?

Yeah, I know.

You want some help?

Yes.

August, sweetie, are you all right?

Yeah, I guess so.

I was just thinking about the Wilson boy.

Well, his mother said she would page me the second

he got home.

I've got every social worker and counselor

in Englewood looking for him.

Mmm.

You didn't eat anything tonight.

That's OK, honey.

I'm not hungry.

Andre is a good boy.

That's why I brought him to you.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know, Kendra.

But the kid's got a gun, Kendra.

[TRAIN WHISTLE]

[HEAVY BREATHING]

- He's boxed in, Max. - All right, all right.

Just keep cool, rookie.

We don't want to press him.

OK.

Cover me.

- What are you doing? - He's just a kid.

I'm going to talk him down.

OK, pal.

Let's, let's work this out, OK?

No!

Leave me alone!

Now, you know I can't do that, now.

Come on.

So let's just forget about it, all right?

Now, my name's Max. Max Donovan.

What's your name?

No!

You're going to shoot me!

I'm not going to shoot you.

I mean, why should I shoot you?

All you did was rob a store.

You know, you didn't hurt anybody.

What's the big deal?

I don't want to go to jail!

You drop that gun, I promise you--

No!

[GUNSHOT]

Max!

[INAUDIBLE]

[TRAIN WHISTLE]

Chase?

It's OK, honey.

Go back to sleep.

Was it Max again?

It was a nightmare.

I don't remember.

Are you going to be OK?

I'll be fine.

Good.

Then we can finally spend some time together.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

MICHAEL HORN (ON RADIO): Good morning.

Michael Horn, CRN News.

One hurt and injured in what appears

to be a gang related shooting in the Crenshaw district.

Despite a recent gang truce, police

say gunfire erupted and are hoping

no further incidents occur.

CHASE: August.

I got here as fast as I could.

What's up?

We've had another gang shooting.

CHASE: What?

JENSEN: A Southside boy was hit last night.

He's dead?

AUGUST: Nope.

And that's the only reason the truce is still on.

JENSEN: I want you two to hit the streets.

Find that Wilson kid.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

AUGUST: I still don't see why we had to use my car.

You said yourself there wasn't anything

at the compound worth driving.

OK, so why couldn't we use yours?

The Porsche?

The Range Rover?

Oh, yeah.

We'd fit right in. - Ha, ha, ha.

Are you kidding?

You know, I'm just beginning to realize just

how popular your art works are.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

I mean, everybody seems to have one.

Oh, that's funny.

[LAUGHING]

[INAUDIBLE]

CHASE: Feeling kind of pale out here, August.

Yeah, well, you're not in Malibu no more, Dorothy.

Hey, there's black people live in Malibu.

Heh.

Yeah.

Yeah, social status and all that fancy car crap

gets you no further than the newsstand down here.

Well, what are you saying?

I'm saying I don't quite get you, Chase.

Tooling around in your $80,000 sports cars,

your $400 sports jackets, your $80 haircuts.

Hell, your car insurance costs more than most of these people

make a year.

So?

So how the hell can you even know what I'm talking about.

Hey, I know what you're talking about.

I can relate.

I mean, I wasn't always like this.

OK, well, maybe I was.

So what?

But you know what?

It's not what's on the outside, it's what's

on the inside that's important.

And I got heart, and I got compassion.

You've got no problems, except where to go for dinner.

Do I go to Spago's?

Or perhaps I shall go to La Dome tonight.

Or maybe I'll get casual and go to Gladstone's.

You know what your problem is?

You got no faith in me.

AUGUST: Au contraire, monsieur.

The faith I've got in you is that you are

going to back me up in there.

Now, no matter what happens, don't go for your gun.

Understand?

OK.

Then how do I back you up?

Just listen to what I'm telling you.

The bullets start flying in there,

we're not walking out of this alive.

We get one shot at it.

One shot at what?

Improvising.

[HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING ABRUPTLY SHUT OFF]

Five-o.

[INAUDIBLE]

Well, well, well.

If it ain't August Brooks.

Big time boxer.

You still got it?

Or has the good life made you soft?

Oh, I don't know.

But I can still kick your butt.

Ooh!

Ooh!

Ooh!

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

[FIGHTING SOUNDS]

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

SPECTATOR: Look at this, man.

[LAUGHING]

ROMEO: August.

Looking good, bro.

Just like in the old Golden Glove days.

Look like Sandman is still with us, y'all.

Putting them to sleep.

Black boy make good, come back to the ghetto

and help his boys make good.

Noble stuff, man.

Even for a cop.

You hate me for that, Romeo?

I don't hate nobody.

No.

You just kill them.

Like Tracy Wilson?

Who?

Man, I don't gotta tell my business to no cop.

Not even a street baby like you, Sandman.

We're just trying to save Andre's life.

I hear he's out to take mine.

He's just a child, Romeo.

Let's get something straight here, Sandman.

Ain't no children down here.

There's men, and there's dead men.

And that's it.

If he shows up, you take him alive, and you bring him to me.

Why should I do that?

AUGUST: Because I asked you to.

And because I'll owe you one.

I'll think about it.

Call me.

Oh, man.

I'm telling you.

[INAUDIBLE]

Get outta here, man.

You crazy.

You can breathe now.

What are you talking about?

I think I fit right in.

Yeah, well, that's because you were so red,

you weren't white anymore.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I'll get right back to you.

We ran the bullet that we pulled out of the Southside Boy

last night.

Came up with something strange.

What's that?

Ballistics says it's a nine millimeter

German vintage World War Two.

What's a 50-year-old bullet doing on the streets of LA?

They say it's probably from a Luger, but it

gets ever better than that. .

Came from the same gun that killed Tracy Wilson.

And we know a big time pistol collector, don't we Chase?

That wouldn't be Mr. Pit Bull by any chance, would it?

AUGUST: Excuse us, Captain.

Yeah, man.

That's what I'm saying.

Hey, I would just handling other business, you hear me?

Yeah. Heh.

Right. Right.

Yeah, I'm going to be there.

Yeah I've just gotta take it to the house,

you know what I'm saying?

Yeah, it's still on.

All right, man.

Hey, Poodle!

Remember us? - Damn!

Not again!

These fools, man.

[SCREECHING TIRES]

What are you doing?

Send backup code three to Atlantic heading eastbound

toward the Long Beach Freeway.

Will you stop?

Just shut up!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Be careful.

Don't hurt my car!

I've got everything under control.

Kendra's gonna kill me.

[CAR HORN BEEPING]

Ahh!

I want out!

Shut up!

Will you stop?

Don't make-- I swear I--

You're in reverse.

I am?

You're in reverse.

Relax.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Geez!

We bottomed out.

No we didn't.

I saw sparks! CHASE: Those weren't sparks.

Oh!

FEMALE PASSENGER: I want out!

Stop the car! - Yeah, right.

Hit the gas again. Go ahead.

Hit them. No, no, no.

Aim for them.

Aim for them.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Ah!

Man!

Damn!

[SCREECHING TIRES]

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Geez.

Oh!

Chase, he went the other way.

CHASE: Don't worry, August.

I got a plan.

Stop the car!

Shut up!

I swear, if you--

Get me out!

That's it!

You out!

Oh!

AUGUST: I don't see him.

CHASE: Trust me, August.

We will.

Yeah, right.

AUGUST: Why don't you just ram him?

You do realize I'm joking, Chase.

Man, get out the way!

Come on, man!

AUGUST: Slow down!

Whoah, whoah, whoah!

[CRASHING SOUNDS]

AUGUST: Come on out of there. Come on.

Come on.

You have caused me a lot of trouble, you know that?

Get up!

Ugh!

Uh, God damn it!

Uh!

Party's over, Poodle.

Looks German to me.

Come on, let's go.

Move it!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

WALKMAN: So, you took down Pit Bull.

Yeah.

Has anybody seen Andre yet?

Disappeared, man.

Totally.

I mean, ain't nobody seen him.

Word is out about Pit Bull, though.

There's connections.

CHASE: What do you mean?

I'm talking power play, man.

Tracy was ready to become top dog over Deuce gang turf

over on Crenshaw.

When he was killed, Pit Bull was next in line.

CHASE: So Pit Bull kills Tracy to get control of Crenshaw.

Then pops one of the Southside kids

as if it were gang retaliation.

Yeah.

It's the old game.

Start a gang war, then you can kill anybody you want to.

WALKMAN: Nobody figured the truce would last this long.

Yeah.

But Andre is still out there hunting Romeo.

CHASE: We got to find Romeo first.

Hey, Romeo's hanging at his Crenshaw digs.

Corner of Century and Prairie.

All right, thanks a lot, Walkman.

Yeah. Got to go.

Hey, Walkman.

WALKMAN: Nah, keep it.

I just don't want no war out here man.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUNSHOT]

Stay back!

Stay back!

GANG MEMBER: Man, hey man, we got no beef with you, man.

GANG MEMBER 2: Hey.

Andre!

CHASE: You guys going somewhere?

Huh?

Go home.

Move it!

Andre!

Andre!

Andre! No!

No!

ANDRE: Stay out of this!

You're going to shoot me, Andre?

Huh?

Go ahead.

Shoot me.

[INAUDIBLE] I'm not going to let you ruin your life.

No, Andre! - Get back!

Drop the gun or I'll shoot!

Chase, just wait!

Drop it!

AUGUST: No!

Andre, just stay cool.

- Drop it! - Chase!

Calm down! - You calm down!

I am calm!

So am I!

Killed my brother.

Now I'm going to kill him.

AUGUST: Andre.

He did not kill Tracy.

Get back!

ANDRE: You're lying to me.

I wouldn't lie to you, Andre.

Just hang on right there.

I'm gonna-- I'm gonna put these guns away.

I'm gonna come over there, and we're going to talk, all right?

OK?

All right?

No more talk.

I'll shoot you, I swear!

Andre.

Pit Bull-- Pitt Bull killed Tracy, all right?

Not Romeo.

Pit Bull was using you as a pawn.

It was a power play.

No.

Listen, Andre.

You haven't done anything that you can't fix, all right?

Think, young brother.

Just think.

If you kill a man, you're never going to be able to fix it.

He's always going to be dead.

All right?

You pop Romeo, it's a mistake that you're

never going to be able to fix.

August.

Will you just stay out of this?

I'm talking here.

Listen, I won't let you down, young brother.

All right?

You gotta trust me on this.

Because I trust you.

Don't screw this up, kid.

AUGUST: It's your choice, Andre.

My brother's dead.

Somebody should pay for that.

AUGUST: They will, Andre.

But not like this.

The crime has to be dealt with by proper justice.

Don't try to make sense of it all now, Andre.

But you did the right thing.

Trust me on this.

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I gotta to get out of here. I'll catch you later.

OK, son.

Take care.

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Nice stuff. Nice stuff.

Move that head.

Move that head. BENNY: All right.

Come on.

Hey, Chase.

How you doing?

August.

Whoah! Oh, Chase.

What's up?

Thought you'd like to know, ballistics matched

both bullets to PIt Bull's gun.

Oh, terrific. Terrific.

- Good news, huh, Andre? - Yeah!

Way to go, Andre.

We're really proud of you.

Things, uh, look back to normal around here.

Yeah, well, most of the guys are back.

Not all of them, but most of them.

That's encouraging.

It takes a while.

At Well, at least they'll be better prepared for next time.

CHASE: Hopefully.

Yeah.

Let's go.

BENNY: All right, Andre.

Keep those hands up!

AUGUST: Come on, come on, come on!

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

You got nothing on the old man.

Come on! BENNY: Good job, son.

Stick him. Stick him with the jab.

Use it! Use it!

- Oh, August. - Yeah.

[PUNCH SOUND] - Ahh!

ANDRE: Yeah! Knockout!

Baby!

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What the Hell do you want, MacDonald?

I brought you something.

Kendra, you're going to love this.

Ta da!

Kind of looks like a magazine rack.

That is not a magazine rack.

What the hell it?

It's a magazine rack.

See?

You put the magazines here, here, here.

Cool, huh?

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