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The American dream wasn't made for people like me.

Work hard, stay in school, get a job, a house,

a wife, mortgage, keep your head down.

You'll get a little tiny piece.

Be patient.

Eventually your piece gets bigger.

I look at them and say, "Shit, I want that.

Imma take it."

That right and wrong shit they pound

into your head when you're young?

It's meant to lull you to sleep.

While they sleep, I'm gonna reach out and grab

every fucking thing that ain't nailed down.

Imma build my own American dream.

Imma take it from them 'cause I want it more.

'Cause I want everything.

90% of the time, if you act like shit is cool, then it is.

For the other 10%, oh yeah, we got something for that too.

Hmm, Russian?

No, Five-o.

What you think?

Not good.

Wanna walk?

Get that money.

Not too late to turn around.

Yeah, all right.

Stop.

You are so lovely.

Good girl, good girl, good girl.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Hello, Ant.

This must be your friend, Mr. Cortex...

Carter, man.

Carter.

Nice dog.

What's his name?

His name's Drago.

Sit, Drago, sit.

That's four keys never stepped on.

You like it, Drago?

You like it... is good?

Oh yeah, Drago likes.

Good enough for Drago is good enough for me.

Sit down, relax, have lap dance.

Give them lap dance.

Give it to him.

You fucking serious?

Fuck it, I like pink.

Gonna throw it at me like that?

Yeah, girl, you like my situation?

This 140?

It's 112.

I decided to pay 28 through keyhole.

We agreed on 35 though.

I changed deals.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're the stripper, not me... the fuck is you doing?

What do you think, I just fall off apple tree?

She checked for wire.

I'm gonna remember this.

Good, do that, remember it.

Someone is coming.

This is the police, drop your weapons!

FBI, drop your weapons!

You're looking to fuck me, Ant?

What do you think I am, clown with red nose and curly hair?

This is the last time, drop your weapons!

Who wants to fuck Anatoly, who wants to fuck me?

Last time I'm warning you, sir.

You want to fuck me, you want to fuck me?

Do you want to fuck me?

You fuck me?

Drago!

This way!

Don't move!

I'm bleeding all over this bitch, yo.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Fuck.

Yo Wally, you dumb stuttering motherfucker.

Pick the fucking phone up or I'll tell your wife

about them fucking...

Hello?

Yo, I'm coming over.

Ant?

Yo, you got a first aid kit?

Look, now's not a really good time.

Make some fucking coffee too, man.

You all right?

You call me a bitch if I say it hurt?

You got shot in your shoulder, nigga.

What do you expect?

Bitch.

Wally?

Redecorated.

Wally?

Shh, shh.

Nigga, you shh.

You make that coffee?

- You all right? - Yeah.

I told my daughter not to...

Kitchen looks good, Wally.

My wife did it.

It was for my birthday.

So what happened?

What you think happened?

Shit went bad.

Could have been worse.

I need you to find out who set us up.

Ant, I'm not your lawyer anymore.

Asking those kinds of questions,

it puts me in a difficult position.

Look, you gonna be in a lot of difficult positions

if you don't make that call.

I'm the assistant district attorney now.

I can't be calling in favors

on behalf of a couple of criminals.

Couple of what?

Good, good friends.

Look, Wally.

I don't say shit like this a lot.

I need your help.

All right, give me a minute.

I'll see what I can find out.

Ah, shit, nigga.

Keep your voice down.

Fuck you, I just got shot.

You keep your voice down.

Well?

Well, they weren't looking for you.

The Russians were importing their dancers

into the country illegally.

Human trafficking.

You just picked the wrong night to do a deal.

Cool, so we good.

No, you are definitely not, uh, good.

Would you put that money away?

My wife and kid are upstairs.

Thank you.

They've subpoenaed the security footage,

but they haven't gotten it yet.

I don't know if they'll ID you from the tapes or not.

We have a small window here.

My advice?

Disappear.

Until we know more.

Nah, we ain't running.

This is going to go federal, Ant,

and when it does, there's nothing more

I can do for you.

Please, leave town... I mean, a clean break.

No phones, no dealing, no flashing cash

all over the place.

Go legit for a few months.

The Feds have resources we don't

and they'll have their ears up

for anyone making noise anywhere.

Cool.

Chill on a hundred grand for a couple months.

No, no.

You don't even know if those bills are marked.

Look, man, it took me a long time

to get my business to where it is.

Now you're telling me to just walk away.

Ant.

When I first met you, what did you have?

What did I have?

Please, listen to me.

Your business isn't worth anything

if you're behind bars.

Maybe you have family somewhere,

someone you can stay with?

I got cousins in Miami.

Okay.

Miami.

Sunshine State.

We're gonna need your car.

My car?

Yes.

Gotta play it that way.

Come on.

Ah, hell yeah.

Ten, pay me.

Come on, man, pay me.

Fuck that.

Damn, motherfucker, you lost.

Big Krispy Kreme neck motherfucker.

- Cheap ass bastard. - How do you know?

You can't even see from over there.

Ain't nobody got to even look at you to know you lost.

We know how you play and you better quit looking at me

like that, too, you grease neck motherfucker.

Pick up them dominoes, man.

Nigga, I ain't picking up shit.

What?

Nigga, I will straight rape you, man,

you needle dick cloud of smoke motherfucker.

You know I ain't been out the joint that long

and I ain't got that shit out my system yet... you heard?

Only reason I'm picking up, nigga, is because I'm high.

'Cause if I wasn't, oh, oh...

I would kung fu karate kick the shit out...

Yah!

Get the fuck out of here, nigga.

Get the fucking dominoes.

Flaco!

Who the fuck is you?

Hey, that's my cousin, bro.

What up, cuzzo?

There go, my nigga.

What it do?

- Aw, shit. - Man, what happened to you?

Got shot.

This my nigga, Ant.

Oh, hey man, what it do?

What up?

Damn.

When you get married?

Long story.

Here, grab all your stuff out the car,

come on in the house.

Nah, that's all we got right here.

Oh, you definitely got to tell me about this shit.

This right here, this Sweets.

This my man, Petey.

And this big nigga right here, this Crisco.

Why they call you Crisco?

Hey, this nigga be in and out of prison so much,

that's a question you probably

don't want to know the answer to.

What up?

What you doing, man?

Yo, you ain't got to worry about that.

This my cousin.

Man, I can't trust nobody.

But you.

Shit, if I find out these bills ain't marked,

I'll buy 'em a new bed.

Shit, I'll buy them a new bedroom.

You need to relax, man.

I need to relax.

I need to relax?

You got a slug in your motherfucking arm.

I'm sleeping on a motherfucking couch.

We just drove here 1500 motherfucking miles in

a station wagon and now running

with some nigga named Crisco.

No, you fucking relax.

What, you mad at me now?

Not at you, man.

Never at you.

Damn, I feel like I'm balling.

This shit remind me of back in the day when I was hustling.

Enjoy yourself, nigga.

Yeah, you know what, it's good to have you here, Cuz.

Shit, both of y'all.

Hell, my life.

Same shit every day.

Wake up, go to work, come back to this little house.

It's good to have y'all here, for real.

You know, we just gotta lay low for a while.

Could be a minute.

Aw, man, no, don't need to worry about that, man.

Shit, stay as long as you want.

Hell, if y'all start getting restless,

y'all can just go to work with me.

What you do?

Credit card processing.

This nigga probably swiping Visas at Burger King.

No, man, look.

I work for a processing bank.

Businesses, they get charged a percentage and a fee every

time they swipe somebody credit card, right?

If they use our terminals, then we get the basis points.

It's like tiny pieces of the penny.

You know what I'm saying?

Then we send them a statement at the end of the month

with every transaction.

Sounds boring as fuck.

Yeah, it's boring as fuck.

Shit, nigga, I'll pass.

Shit, well, what about you, Ant?

You want a job?

Want to make some money while you're here?

Fuck it.

- Wait, you serious? - Fuck it.

Well, shit, you start tomorrow then.

I'm gonna show you a little bit of the straight life,

my brother.

Who knows?

One day, all this shit could be yours.

You ready?

So, sir, if you switch to our services,

I'm sure we could save you at least...

9% over your current provider.

You know, um, sorry, I really wasn't listening.

Oh, no, I was saying that all of our rates

are so much lower than all our competitors.

Oh, that is amazing, that's really awesome.

So you want me to give you our bank statement.

With all of our customers' credit card information?

Well, you know, I think we're pretty much set right now.

Yeah, that is so cute, isn't it?

So we're gonna put it right back here, okay?

Thank you so much for coming into the store.

Have a good day.

9%, huh?

Well, Mr...

Flaco.

Mr. Flaco and Mr...

Oh, my bad.

Ant, Ant.

Well, Mr. Ant Ant, I've never had a presentation

by a man of your stature.

No offense.

Your numbers are good and I'm intrigued,

so it's a good start.

Great.

No, no, no, not so fast 'cause

there's one little problem.

What the fuck is the problem?

Pardon me.

How can I address your concerns?

Well, you see, Mr. Ant Ant,

I've been in this business a long, long time.

When I started, I had nothing,

so believe me when I tell you

when a man come through my door,

I don't care what he look like,

I don't care how he talk,

I don't care where he come from.

If I see something in a man that I can trust,

then we can do business.

Huh, 'cause business just business, right?

When a man come in my door and his watch cost more

than my whole bottom line for a month,

well, then I don't know if I can trust him.

You understand?

I tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm going to give you my statements and I want

you to come back in a couple of days with a full breakdown,

all the numbers, on paper, summarized

and then we see if we can do some business.

All right?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I had to sneeze.

Go, fat ass.

Hold the fuck up, man.

What up, Cuzzo?

What up, man?

Hey, I'm so proud of your boy.

You should have seen him today.

I think he made his first sale day one.

Hmm.

Hey, where your chain at?

You done went corporate.

Dancing for nickels.

Yeah, well, at least he working.

Maybe you should try that sometime.

I hate that fucking ride.

Hey, yo come on Ant, let's go work on this summary, man.

Show you how to get this paperwork down.

Yo, get rid of that shit.

All right.

My cousin owns a scrap yard

and I'm driving for him.

We'll go in a minute.

Deal me in this time.

Flaco was excited to have me working for him.

Too excited.

But hey, I didn't have anything else to do.

So I kept working.

Most sales pitches went the same way.

We asked if they are happy with their service, tell 'em

we can beat their rates and offer to draw up a summary.

But the one thing I couldn't understand is these businesses

would give us their statements to draw up the summary and they

had every credit card transaction

that the business did that month.

Every credit card name, every credit card number.

And all that money, before it went to vendors or MasterCard

or Visa or whatever, it went through Flaco's bank.

Our bank.

Damn, girl.

Hey sigasita, what's your name, Mama?

- Excuse me? - What's shaking, what's happening?

You need a sponsor?

It's the watch?

Hold up, hold up, Mama.

It's my real watch!

Yo!

Bitch!

Damn.

Oh, I know my nigga gonna wanna hit this.

What's the matter with you, man?

I just got played by some bitch because I'm dressed

like a fucking golf caddy.

So, nigga got played by some bust down.

Hey yo, Crisco.

Watch how you talk to me, man.

Hey, don't you sweat this nigga, man.

Shit ain't funny, man.

Who's laughing?

Everybody.

Little Ant trying to holla at some little Shirley,

looking like Carlton and shit.

Dancing around.

See?

See?

All right, all right.

Right now, right now.

Right now, right now.

Judo chop, nigga!

This nigga smell like he shitted on himself.

Yeah, nigga!

Oh, shit.

Is that nigga dead?

- I don't know what niggas be thinking. - You good, my nigga?

I don't know what the fuck niggas be thinking, man.

Look, Carter, I don't need this shit right now, man.

You just tight right now, man.

Look, I still got some money from the scrap yard.

Hate that shit, man.

I'll go out and get us a bottle,

we'll get fucked up... that nigga Crisco?

He know what time it is, he's been locked up.

He got his ass whooped by a big dog-...Fuck that shit.

Fuck that shit, man.

I can't take this shit no more.

We going out tonight.

There go my nigga!

Party right here,

which one of y'all bitches want some Petey meat?

Let me get some cheeseburger shots for big ass right here.

Oh, man, you good?

Man, I am good.

I'm real good.

Look, I'm so good, I ain't never

been this good before.

We run this shit, man.

Look at this shit.

Look at it.

We got drinks, we got pussy.

Oh, we got pussy.

Hey, man, I want to live like this every day, son.

Like, for real.

Like, can we come back tomorrow?

Oh shit.

Man down.

Man down.

Leave him down there.

You want to dance with me?

Hell yeah, I wanna dance with you!

I'm Jackie.

Yes, you are.

Why you so quiet though?

Ain't nothing to say, I'm just,

uh, enjoying the view right now.

What part of New York are you from?

Bronx.

Okay, okay.

Staying long?

Long as I have to.

And I like that.

Mysterious.

Club's closed, guys, gotta go.

I ain't ready to leave yet.

You don't gotta do that to impress me.

You worth it, plus, uh, looks like you

like the finer things in life.

Oh, I definitely do.

But I got my own paper, I don't need yours.

But you know what?

When I saw you in here tonight,

I knew you was a king.

Coming up in here like this is all yours,

like you want to own the world.

Like the world is yours and you

gonna have everything in it.

I like that.

But you know what, your friends?

He is gone.

You know, me and my nigga Carter,

we been looking out for each other for a while now.

He can hold his own.

Yeah, but the other boys?

The ones that look like they ain't

never been out the hood?

Maybe they never had the chance.

It's not about chances.

It's about what you do with them.

Some people just ain't hungry.

What about you?

- What about me? - You saw me with them.

You came after me.

Yeah, I did.

It's 'cause you're different.

You brought them there.

Gave them something

that they wouldn't have without you.

Something they probably couldn't handle without you.

The world is yours, Ant.

And you might as well just go ahead and take it.

You sure you're not ready to leave?

What about your friend?

What about her... she's a big girl.

I'm pretty sure she can handle that.

Here, come here, let me show you

how a king should be treated.

Excuse me, excuse me, hey, hey.

Are you finished talking with my man right here?

You trying to get the other side fucked up?

Shit ready for Halloween.

All right.

Get your own, son.

I could have sworn I seen her looking at me.

Is that what you saw?

The hustle, it's like food to me.

And when you don't eat in a couple weeks,

it don't take much.

Just the smell of food and you can't stop yourself.

You want everything in sight.

I heard people say they wish they could go back,

start over now that they're grown,

knowing what they know now.

But I never understood it till now.

This wasn't our city, so we started slow.

Slow enough to get the word out and get us known.

Throwing scraps in the water to see what size fish come around.

It didn't take long for the first shark to come around.

Duke was a small time hustler from Mendocino

with eyes bigger than his wallet.

He linked us in with a network of commercially-licensed

growers from California.

I mean, an army of white boys, all growing the finest

engineered strains of piff,

right under the government's nose.

Carter and I never seen anything like it.

I mean, it's damn near perfect.

They sold legally to medicinal dispensaries under Prop 215.

By over reporting their sales just a little,

between all of them, they could skim hundreds of kilos

and legally grown and shipped them east to sell them for more

than anything we could get from the city.

Before long, the money flooded in, tsunami style.

You all right, nigga?

I should karate chop your ass

into a motherfucking diet, nigga.

Yah!

Fat motherfucker.

Damn, nigga, quit.

I ain't never smoked no shit like this before.

I don't even feel like I'm breathing.

- Am I breathing, man? - Yeah, you're breathing.

Your stomach moving, nigga,

you breathing, motherfucker.

Mmm.

Shit, man, I'm fucking dying.

I'm dying from fucking weed poisoning.

Nigga, you can't OD off of no motherfucking weed.

Food, you can, but not no weed, nigga.

Yo, man, stop playing.

Flaco's gonna be back here in a minute.

Petey, clean up the rest of that weed, man.

How you gonna be running shit out of

this nigga's house and he don't know, son?

When are you going to tell him?

He'll know when he need to know.

And when is that, nigga?

Now's good.

Oh shit.

Flaco, what up, man?

Yo, what the fuck is this?

How was work today?

Yo, Ant.

- Yo Carter, what the fuck is this shit, man? - What up, cousin?

Yo, what the fuck are y'all doing in my house, man?

Sit down.

No, not until you tell me what the fuck all this shit is.

Sit down.

Didn't you tell me the other night

this is the way you want to live?

Yeah, but I was drunk, Ant.

I was fucking drunk.

I could fucking get robbed, I could go to prison.

I could fucking lose every fucking thing I have...

This is nothing.

No, this is my home.

Matter of fact, I invited you into my home.

As a matter of fact, all y'all get out.

Get your shit and get out.

Everybody get the fuck out.

Get out, man.

Yo, yo, Flaco, I'm sorry about that, man.

Wanna hit this?

Why don't you take this?

Maybe this will ease the pain

you're feeling right now.

I don't want your money.

Yes, you do.

Everybody wants my money.

But it's mine and I'm giving it to you.

Now I'm going to pack all of this shit up

and I'm gonna get it out your house

and I ain't gonna deal piff no more.

What?

What?

You see this?

This from Mendocino, California.

Grown legally, legit.

Now the growers, they take a little bit off each batch.

Not enough to be worth anything,

not enough to get noticed.

Pennies.

Understood?

It's a legitimate business

and the clients don't know a thing.

Pennies.

Now you, you got access to central banking records

and credit card accounts for several of your clients

and your company?

They got access to thousands more and all we want?

Pennies.

Wait, hold on, Ant.

Are you asking me to rob my processing bank?

Yes.

Millions of times a week.

Wow.

Look, I don't... Ant, I don't know, man.

I don't even have access to those accounts like that,

except when I'm at work.

And even then, all the computers are monitored.

But then you got the clients

and the customers and the bank.

They might notice that, man.

If they do, yo, man, that shit is crazy, man.

I don't even know how to do it.

Me neither.

But if you hungry, you gonna find food, right?

I can't, man.

Oh well, thank you for your hospitality

and we'll be in touch.

All right?

Come on, son.

Yo, what the fuck was that?

Business, nigga.

- That's my cousin, nigga. - And?

He want in whether he realize it or not.

Yo, we been through the fire and you know

I'll follow you wherever, my nigga.

But that nigga?

You scared the shit out of him, man.

He ain't ready for all that.

But you are though, right?

And I am.

So something gotta give, nigga.

Fuck it.

Let's go get an apartment.

Not bad, not bad.

This'll work.

Nice little view.

What the fuck?

Door was open, man, just delivering the order.

Who this?

So is that flat screen gonna be big enough for you?

Listen, why don't you and Carter come downstairs?

I have somebody I want you to meet.

All right.

Come on, we out.

This crazy.

What the fuck was that?

What's up, what's up.

How you knew we was here?

Ya'll know where we get our money from?

Don't matter.

Don't ask, don't tell, right?

- You are funny. - It's Tyson's.

Yo, who the fuck is Tyson?

Relax.

It ain't like that.

You fucking Tyson too?

Are you serious?

No, I'm not fucking Tyson.

You know I'm a greedy motherfucker.

I don't like sharing.

I do now.

- This is our car. - Uh-huh.

I'm really gonna need you to trust me.

We're gonna take you on a special trip.

Where we going?

For a ride.

- I ain't getting in the car. - Get in the car!

How about I drive?

I'll follow you.

From the backseat.

Ant, tell him you want to go.

Get in the car, come on!

Move it.

It's gonna be fine, I promise.

Cassie!

Cassie.

Damn.

Jackie, thank you.

You must be Carter.

Wait a minute, are you Tyson?

Jackie, maybe you'd like to show Carter the pool.

Oh, I didn't mean no disrespect.

I thought Tyson was a nigga.

Jackie!

And you must be Ant.

There's no Tyson.

Is there?

Oh, there's thousands of them,

small and hard and with a flick of a wrist,

they bring me money faster than I ever thought possible.

And they can do the same for you, don't you know?

So you been watching me.

No, not at first.

I watch your cousin because sometimes I watch people

I think maybe I can use, but Flaco is weak.

Weak mind and weak will.

But then I hear somebody new come to town

and I start to watch you.

And you are strong.

Mmm.

So you sent Cassandra after me.

No.

No, Cassie is a big girl.

I don't send her after you.

She's strong herself.

Anyway, she think we have similar interests.

Like what?

She says you're a hungry man, like a lion.

I like a man with appetite.

What?

Maybe you don't understand me.

My father is Jamaican and my mother's from Minnesota

and I was raised in the South.

So everybody say I talk like a Muppet, you know?

But I want you to come work for me.

Well uh...

Call me Mama Cash.

I really appreciate the offer.

Call me Mama Cash.

I work for myself.

Look, motherfucker, you call me Mama Cash.

You're in my goddamn house, you call me by my goddamn name.

Mama Cash!

Mama Cash!

Mama Cash!

Mama Cash!

Everything all right, Mama?

Yes, baby.

I wanted a cowboy.

And so I find him and I bring him here and I show him a world

he didn't even know could be real, you know,

and he does everything I say.

Not because he's scared of me or because I pay him extra,

but because he loves me.

You know, true love, gratitude and trust.

You know, that is power.

I want you to love me too.

I can show you what Tysons can do for you.

I can show you what we can do together.

I provide you with equipment and Flaco will give us the bank

accounts and you provide me with an operation that make us money

faster than you ever thought possible.

Look, Flaco ain't going for that, man.

Even if I agreed, he's scared.

Let Mama take care of Flaco's fears.

What do you say?

Uh uh uh.

Here you are.

Good look.

- And... - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ah.

Well?

Well what?

You tell me what happened about last night or what?

We been putting in work all these years

and you ain't never kept me in the dark never.

I'm down for whatever.

I ain't mad.

Jackie worked a nigga pretty good in that hot tub.

But we didn't go out there for me to get my rocks off.

We partners, right?

What's the deal?

I don't know.

She was talking about Minnesota,

Jamaica and Muppets.

True love and shit.

True love?

She was trying to kick it to you?

Nah, nigga, not like that, man.

She trying to do business, you know, some serious money,

but I'm trying to figure out

if she's trying to set us up or not.

Trust her?

That don't matter unless we get Flaco to...

Ant.

What up?

Word, what happened?

Then, I just realized all the benefits.

Well, that's good to hear, man.

I'm happy to hear that.

Yeah, that's good.

Real good.

Who's that?

That's your boy, Flaco.

What'd he say?

He in.

Get that money.

That's right.

All right.

Flaco.

That's all it means, fucking money.

All right.

- It's gonna be big, really big. - I'm happy.

- What's up? - What's up, brother?

- How you doing? - All right.

Check it out, you're gonna love this.

Like I'm saying, so check it out.

What I did was, I created a protocol that runs in

tandem with our tracing terminal.

Now, what that does is,

it shaves a ten- thousandth percent

off each basis point of every transaction.

And it adds an equal amount to every transaction

before it's processed.

Now that is sent to one of a hundred offshore accounts

with routing numbers that cycle every hour.

Now the best part about that shit, right here.

We move it before the processing bank gets to it.

So when the numbers come out on the statements,

the shit looks exactly how it's supposed to look.

Now this shit works.

It passes Loan, it passes Verhoff, it works with Java,

it works with Ruby, it works with Gulfscript,

it works everything.

It works with all of that shit.

So, uh, what the fuck does all that shit mean?

Get this to Flaco, man.

How do you know how to do all this shit, man?

Shit, man.

Mendocino.

That's where I grew up.

In Mendocino, all you do is fuck with computers,

smoke weed, or skate.

Which one do you think I did?

I look like I skate to you?

No, sir.

So why the fuck you ain't in Silicon Valley

working for Bill Gates and shit?

'Cause the bitches out here do not wear clothes.

Heard that!

This here from Mama.

Fucking serious?

You Rashid?

- Yes. - I'm from the bank.

I came to service your credit card terminals.

Terminal works fine.

Routine service update.

I got the new ones in the truck.

All right?

Be right back.

Mama sent us modified credit card terminals to install

in businesses under Flaco's accounts.

The terminals was hacked.

They'd place a trace on each card swiped and the terminals

could send us credit card numbers

before they went out to the banks.

All right, you're all set.

Um, think you could hook me up with some of them Dutches?

No?

We're talking hundreds of businesses

with hundreds of transactions a day.

The terminals was hacked.

They'd place a trace on each card swiped and the terminals

could send us credit card numbers

before they went out to the banks.

We're talking hundreds of businesses with hundreds

of transactions a day.

Duke's program worked.

And it worked fast.

Oh shit.

Tiny pieces of pennies adding up quicker

than any kilos of piff ever could.

Hot coffee.

And just in case merchants started asking questions,

credit card companies started checking in,

I had the phone company on payroll.

We installed a tap that cross-referenced the businesses

and the bank phone numbers to intercept any calls

related to the businesses we were skimming from.

That's right, I can verify the charges.

I can validate the charges.

Yes, that's right.

I can validate the charges.

So if anyone started snooping,

they'd reach out and touch Sweets.

I can validate the charges.

It was genius.

Standby, I'll get you the authorization code.

Did you tell them about the dojo?

Did you tell them about the dojo?

- Uh-huh. - Tell them about the dojo.

- Tell them. - Yeah.

That's free advertising.

You didn't tell them?

Why didn't you tell them about the goddamn dojo?

- You drunk. - No, no, no, not drunk.

- Yes, you are. - No I'm not.

- You are drunk. - I feel good though.

Yo, Ant.

Gotta show you something, my nigga.

Oh, hey Cass, how you doing?

- I'm good. - Looking lovely as always.

- Thank you. - What's up?

What you wanna show me?

Don't get mad.

All right?

Show, nigga.

Ladies.

Okay, what's this?

Uh, white bitches.

No, snow bunnies.

I'm not bitch.

What the fuck we supposed to do with them?

Make a music video?

Ant, listen, we got a lot of credit

and we gotta spend it.

This is how we do it.

I could do it myself, or Cass.

Listen, I barely got enough time to spend the ones I got.

How's it gonna look if you or I go into a department store,

flaunting somebody else's credit card?

What they gonna think?

What would you think?

That you are criminal.

Exactly.

But if these bit... bunnies walk into a place

flaunting somebody else's credit card,

what would you think?

That they suck a mean dick.

They do.

I would think y'all cutting my man in on this.

Huh?

Don't fuck her, Ant.

And don't fuck none of these showcase

showdown bitches either.

I tell you, I'm not bitch.

Okay.

So what you think?

All right, let's do it.

To the white bitches.

All right, come on.

Carter, get her out of here.

Got it, all right, mama, come on, let's go.

Follow the man, follow the man.

Okay, yeah.

It's gonna work, man, I'm telling you, I'm telling you.

What?

Turkish coffee.

Try.

Mmm, you must not drink last sip.

Is real coffee.

Strong, no filter.

This is like men I want to do business with.

Strong.

No filter.

My apologies.

The coffee was good.

Look, with all due respect,

we didn't come here to drink coffee.

No.

You come for, for business.

You come for my money.

Tell me.

What you give for my money?

We didn't ask for this meeting.

You asked to meet us.

Ah, this is good.

No filter.

Irina said we should meet.

We met.

If you don't want to tell us

what we're doing business about,

then I'll pay for the coffee and we can go.

This is insult.

Look, you may be known around here,

but we're not from around here.

I don't like my time being wasted.

You are like angry dog.

Maybe stupid, maybe dangerous, maybe useful.

Look, I ain't no man's dog.

Well, you're my dog.

You are a good team.

Good friends.

I think I trust.

Sit, sit, please, please.

Irina tells me you make credit appear in other men's names?

Is real, not copy?

You can get more names?

You know, with enough time, I can get you

as many credit cards as you need.

I want 1,000.

That's a lot.

I pay, two million.

That's a lot.

Can you make happen?

Well, you know, to get that many profiles

may take some time and uh,

that many cards gotta be spread out over months.

I want one week.

This nigga bugging.

I don't care about cards.

I want information, I want people.

Can you do it?

- There ain't nothing I can't do. - Word.

Then we have deal.

Yo, you snowflake bitch, get the fuck over here.

I'll fucking kill you, you punk-ass bitch!

I'll kill your ass!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You, I'm gonna kill you and that bitch.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Fuck you, man.

Hey.

Really?

You know how we do, son.

Really?

I told you not to fuck her.

Yo, I swear to God, I ain't fucked none of these bitches.

I told you not to fuck Mama.

Now you in a war and it's a war you ain't gonna win.

Fuck.

Well, it ain't the first time

I heard that and I'm still here.

Goddamn it.

Don't make me choose a losing side.

Telling you, this shit gonna get bloody.

Really?

Come on, man.

Yo, get the fuck up.

Get the fuck up.

Get the fuck out you dumb white bitch.

Get the fuck out of here!

Ready for this?

What you think?

Two million.

Now I can get you the numbers.

It'll take 10 days, but I can get them for you.

He said a week.

Nigga, two million.

Shit.

I didn't say yes.

You didn't have to.

Mirland's not a man you can say no to.

Nigga, who you talking to?

All I'm saying is you're not from here.

This man is crazy.

He's the head of the biggest crime syndicate in Dade County.

He got eyes everywhere and ears everywhere.

And soldiers everywhere.

This man is ruthless.

Well, uh, I ain't never backed down from a fight.

Mm-hmm.

I used to do business with a man,

a buddy of mine named Dino, who worked for Mirland.

He had it in his head that, uh,

he could skim a little bit here,

fence a little bit there.

You know, just a little bit off the top, nothing big.

So, this big job we had and he figured, big job,

skim a little, nobody will notice.

No big deal.

Mirland noticed.

So one day, I went to meet my connect.

He wasn't there.

Mirland was.

He came himself.

He walked in my office with four big boxes and he sat them

on my desk and he stared at me until I opened them.

What was in them?

Dino... his hands, his heart, his lungs and his balls.

What I'm saying is, there's no big or small

with a man like Mirland.

It's just what he wants.

And if you say no to him, he's gonna take it as disrespect

and he's gonna come hard at you.

You go hard at him he's gonna come harder.

And again and again and again till he gets

what he wants or one of you is dead.

Yo, Ant.

Yo, there's a big...

There's this big nigga, this cowboy nigga, man.

I gotta stop smoking that shit.

- The nigga in your shit, nigga! - What?

Get over there, man, he in your shit, man.

Let's go there, nigga!

I saw the nigga stole a hamburger

out the refrigerator, too.

Nigga look like a black Lone Ranger, son.

No later than...

ADA.

Yo, it's Ant.

Good to hear from you, Mr. Mendino.

I've been awaiting your call.

Excuse me, I've got to take this.

Where the fuck have you been?

Man, you told me to lay low.

Low?

Do you realize the chatter coming through my office?

Whispers about a New York crew working a fraud ring

with the Albanian syndicate?

What did I tell you about foreigners, Ant?

I told you, you stay away from internationals.

What do you know?

All I know is they're watching a man named Mirland.

Rumors about forging passports all over Eastern Europe.

Please tell me you're not involved.

Ant, do you realize the world we're living in?

Do you have any idea who they could sell those passports to?

We're not talking DEA anymore, we're not even talking INS.

Homeland Security is watching this guy.

Look, get out.

Get out, Ant.

There's nothing I can do for you, I'm sorry.

You can't ever call me again.

Let them through.

Let them through, let them through.

Mama's hearing bad things.

Yo, maybe you listening too hard.

Mama got ears everywhere.

I hear everything.

You sleeping with the enemy.

Yeah, well, you'll get your piece.

So that don't really concern you.

Everything concerns me.

You listen to Mama Cash.

Mama told you no.

I ain't your dog.

Don't come to my fucking house and tell me

how to do my business...

You work for Mama Cash, you do what I say or I'll punish you.

- Who the fuck are you talking to? - You!

Oh, you think I'm one of your fucking cowboys.

Don't talk to me like that.

Don't talk to me like that.

You fucked up.

You fucked up.

Yee-haw!

Yo, it's Duke.

They blew the office.

They bagged Crisco.

No.

Ant...

Petey's dead.

They shot him.

Mama or Mirland, I don't know who.

Sweets is gone and I'm gone too.

I left what you needed in a PO Box.

It's in... I'll catch up.

Play on, player.

I think maybe you wouldn't come.

Maybe only you came for the girl.

You have my names?

Where's Cass, man?

She's close.

But I don't lie.

I treat her rough.

You see?

I am a man of my word, even when you try to back down,

I still bring you money.

I still do business.

Forget business, where's Cass?

I want to make sure she's safe.

I never say she would be safe.

Give me names.

Maybe you don't bring?

Nah, we bring.

Whoa, whoa.

Tell your boys to lower their guns.

Okay.

Take money and go.

Or stay, be shot.

No difference.

Fuck you.

I'm right when I say you are like angry dog.

But not useful.

Stupid.

Okay, you stay... two dead men.

You have cowboy?

Like, real American western?

I watch these movies as child!

John Wayne, Billy Kid, the Okeydoke Corral!

Is real standoff!

I have always dreamed of this.

Ant, you make me happy!

You will die like heroes!

Cass!

Cowboy!

Cass!

Cowboy?

All right, no cow.

You find her?

Nigga, you see her with me?

He with us?

I ain't trying to find out.

Cass?

Cass?

Cass.

Cass.

Where'd he go?

Out back.

Mama said kill y'all.

Nah that wouldn't be right.

Where's Cassie?

Mama.

Mama.

It's not the cowboy.

A woman.

Killed by a woman.

Pathetic.

There she is, Mama.

She's dead.

Your baby's dead, Mama.

Where's Ant?

He got away.

A real cowboy.

What now?

You gonna answer that?

Ant, yo, it's Flaco, man.

They came to get me.

I'm locked up, man.

Hey, you...

Hey, you gotta come get me up out of here.

I can't be here, Ant.

Please, man.

Yo, Ant.

Yo, Ant!

I'm coming for you.

You hear me, Ant?

My baby Cassie is dead and you killed her.

I'm coming for you, Ant.

You hear me... you can't fucking hide from me.

Do you fucking hear me?

What now?

Can't stay here.

Can't go home.

Mendocino.

Fuck it.

California love, baby.

We gonna walk there?

Yo, what about the money?