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(MINIMAL HIP-HOP MUSIC)

-(MUFFLED UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS) -(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

-DEALER: What up, Power? -What up?

-Yo, we gonna need a re-up soon. -Word.

-You know where Sha at? -(SCOFFS)

There he go.

POWER: (SCOFFS) A'ight.

Peace.

-Where the hell you been, Sha? -Yo, my bad.

I told you I was pickin' you up at your crib, yo.

Yo, cool.

We still talkin', man? Let's go.

-(CAR STARTING) -(SIGHING) All right, whatever, yo.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(MUFFLED HIP-HOP MUSIC)

There's gonna be mad Stapleton niggas out there waiting, son.

I don't care how many we gotta go through, son.

We dropping Dennis tonight.

Know what I mean?

MAN: (ON TV) And if there's one thing I'm sure of,

it's that drugs destroy your mind and destroy your home...

(STUTTERING) I l-love this s-shit, nigga.

DENNIS: Hey, yo, you love that shit too much.

How many times you gonna watch it?

I got you.

MAN: (ON TV) They're filthy drug peddlers...

DENNIS: Hey, yo, turn that shit off, son.

It's time to eat. Come on, yo.

-(SNORING) -(SIGHS)

BYSTANDER: Shit. Come on, man. THUG: Shut up.

This shit mine, man.

(RAIN PATTERING)

DENNIS: Y'all hungry? Y'all ready for this oatmeal?

This my comic?

Took my comic from me?

Oh, this is a old one.

This is right before Tony Stark got paralyzed.

He was in a wheelchair, too, just like y'all,

but he was still a superhero.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(STUTTERING) W-what h-happened?

DENNIS: Oh, what happened?

He got shot.

Yeah, his ex-girl put one through him.

See, this nigga fucked up all the bad guys,

the Hulk, whoever... (SCOFFS)

But in the end, all it took was a crazy-ass bitch to lay Iron Man down.

(LAUGHTER)

-(GUNFIRE) -(GLASS SHATTERS)

Fuck!

Yo, don't move! Don't move, son!

(BOY WHIMPERING)

POWER: Yo, come on, move. Get the fuck up out of here.

Yo. Yo, you hit?

Yo. Yo, you okay back there?

DARIUS: I-I'm okay. I'm okay.

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

RAEKWON: Oh, shit! The cops came mad quick!

Yo, yo, yo. Pull over right there. Let me stash the TEC.

Right here, right here!

(TIRES SCREECH AND ENGINE REVS)

(PANTING)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(KNOCKING ON WINDOW)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Yo!

What's the deal, Sha?

Yo, what up, Bobby?

(DENNIS PANTING)

-You okay? -DARIUS: Nigga.

You almost killed me.

Yo, my bad, son.

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER) -(SOFTLY) Oh, shit.

Oh, shit, son.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

-Ma! -What is it?

Is it morning already?

(DENNIS PANTING)

Wake me in an hour.

(STUTTERING) Where you going?

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(TURNS OFF MUSIC)

Where you coming from?

Niggas had to put in work.

Yo, Bobby, I need you to stash this shit for me.

Hey, yo, this shit is still hot.

Yo, what the fuck?

Yo, play that beat again, son.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

RAEKWON: (RAPPING) Yo, yo, yo

Yo, yo, yo

Yo, Champion gear that I rock

You get your boots knocked

Then attack you like a pit Then lock shit down

As I come and freaks the sound

Hardcore, giving you more and more

Like ding

Nah, shorty, get you open like six-packs

Killa Beez attack Flippin' what, murder one

Phat tracks, a'ight I kick it like a Nike Flight

Word life I get that ass robbed on spite

Check the method from Bedrock 'cause I rock your head to bed

Just like rocking what? Twin Glocks

Shake the ground while my beats just break you down

Raw sound, goin' to war right now

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

FREDO: Yo, D-Love.

Yo, D-Love.

-Let me get two for five. -DENNIS: I ain't working.

Come on, man. Bless a nigga.

Yo, I said I ain't fucking working!

A'ight, yeah, nigga.

Red tops in the Hill is better than your bullshit blue tops anyway.

Fuck a Stapleton nigga!

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

ASON: Hey, yo, throw an extra wing in there,

some of that spicy red shit. You know what I'm saying?

Make my hair curl like James Brown!

$1 more.

Come on, sister Lee.

You know I love you.

CASHIER: You don't love nobody.

What up, son?

Shit just got real.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING) Going to war right now

Hey, yo, bombing

We usually take all niggas' garments...

Hey, this...

This is what you should be putting your work into.

Fuck the streets, nigga.

RAEKWON: Nigga gotta eat.

Ain't making no bread off of no music, son.

This is a hobby we picked up in the lobby. You know what I mean?

Hey. I told you in Miss Hoover's class.

We gonna make it big.

(LAUGHS) Get the... Look, son.

Niggas is not in third grade. Come on now.

Hey, yo, this shit crazy, Sha.

MAN: (ON TV) What did you say? Fight, damn it!

DIVINE: You're lucky ain't no one got hit,

but what'd you expect Power and Sha was gonna do?

I can't let that shit slide, Divine.

DIVINE: Look, Dennis.

You know I'd hit Power back for you,

but we need to leave it alone for right now.

We only a few grand away from getting these bricks.

Nah, Vine.

Fuck Power.

Fuck that bitch nigga Sha.

Fuck Park Hill. Fuck all them niggas.

What about our rep, huh?

No, it's better to have a rep in the streets than a rep in jail.

Hey, yo, pass the hot sauce, huh?

Look, D, we gonna get them niggas.

Trust me.

But business is first.

Yeah, them keys are coming to Staten Island next week.

You know, no more having to go Uptown for our re-up, huh?

Yeah, I heard that.

DIVINE: Well, hear me on this.

We focus on that cream, then we let off that steam.

I want you and Ason to do the pick-ups

and the drop-offs with my brother tomorrow.

A'ight?

You gonna finish that beef and broccoli, yo?

Yeah, nigga, I'm gonna finish my beef and broccoli.

-I'm just saying... -You just ate all that chicken.

What the fuck you want beef and broccoli for?

God damn it!

Eat my beef. You done fucked up my whole appetite.

(METALLIC BEAT PLAYING)

BOBBY: (RAPPING) I grew up in a place

They call Gatin' Staten

Seven miles from Brooklyn 20 miles from Manhattan

We Black makes fights over crack sales and cash bails

I strive to stay neutral and travel on the back trails

Nah, nah.

I live in a colonial home in the neutral zone

Puffing bones, making songs that will rock your dome

Nah, can't just be about me.

In a neutral territory between two warring communities

In a neutral territory between two warring communities

Fighting over the same dollars, so...

Fighting over the same dollars...

Fighting over the same dollars so no exploring the unity

They call me a dreamer 'cause I dream I'm soon to be

Away from the schemers and all of the buffoonery

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, I like that shit.

Yeah.

Bullets eject from a TEC-9

Six rounds per second

It's best to have a bulletproof vest for protection

-(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS) -DIVINE: Bobby, you still here?

It's best to have a bulletproof vest for protection

It's best to have a bulletproof vest...

Little bro.

Bobby, you're supposed to be out there doing pickups.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, shit.

Hey, yo, what time is it?

No, never mind all that. You're so focused on your records,

you don't know what happened last night.

RAEKWON: (SINGING) I'm at war right now

Hey, yo, bombing We usually take...

(BOBBY SIGHS)

So what happened last night?

Dennis got his crib shot up.

Wait, what?

-Yo, is everybody good? Is... Is... -Yo, everyone was lucky.

A'ight, good. Good.

Y'all figure anything out?

That track you were just playing...

Who's running on it?

It was Sha.

And when'd y'all record that?

-(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) -(SIGHS)

A while ago.

Why?

Go do your fucking pickups.

I'm going to bed.

(SMOOTH MUSIC PLAYING)

RANDY: Ooh, I'm telling Mommy!

You need to mind your business.

And make sure you don't waste them eggs.

But I want Frosted Flakes.

You know better. No sugar in the morning.

I'll ask Mommy.

She's sleeping 'cause she worked a double.

-(DOOR OPENS) -Do you really wanna wake her up?

(DOOR CLOSES)

BOBBY: Hey, what's going on over here?

Let me see what this tasting like, 'cause you know you ain't eating this.

-You don't want that. Huh? -RANDY: Hey!

Hey.

Mmm!

Well, you know Shurrie's the best cook.

-SHURRIE: Mmm. -I wish I had me a plate.

-It's on the stove. -BOBBY: Thank you.

Y'all hurry up and get to school, all right?

Y'all gonna be late.

Divine said you already are.

(FAINT HIP-HOP MUSIC)

(SOFTLY) Fuck.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC)

RAEKWON: Yo, Power, we gotta hit Dennis before him and Divine hit us.

POWER: He ain't gonna hit us.

Not yet. That's not Divine's way.

He on his suit-and-tie shit.

That nigga want to be a businessman,

but the problem is, what we do ain't no fucking business.

Know what I mean? It's a hustle.

What's the difference?

All niggas got an expiration date.

We ain't here to build no business. We here to beat the clock,

and you're a fool if you think otherwise.

We're all out.

Indeed we are.

-Where you headed? -Home.

Yo, I got you.

No, I'ma walk it.

Peace.

(FINGERS SNAP)

(CAR ALARM CHIRPS)

(HORN BLARES)

MAN: (OVER PA) ...the uniformed crew members located on each deck.

So how the fuck y'all know Sha was with him in the first place?

I mean, he ain't the only shooter on P's team.

(BELCHES)

You know that sneaky bastard be everywhere with Power. Come on, cousin.

Hey, yo, w-when the last time you seen him?

I don't know.

It's been a minute.

Yeah, well, I don't care if y'all motherfuckers go all the way back

to eatin' cupcakes and fucking playing G.I. Joe and shit.

I'ma peel that nigga's cap back.

It'd be done already if your brother ain't pumped the brakes.

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

(HORN BLOWS)

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

(WOMAN SPEAKING SOFTLY OVER PA)

-Enjoy your trip. -Thank you.

DENNIS: (SIGHING) You rocking that fake crown, son.

Ah, it's just work shit.

You some old chocolate deluxe-type sugarplum yum-yum mama.

Shit, I'd love to rub your ass in the moonshine.

When I look into those pretty eyes, I can read your soul.

Says you're descended from an Egyptian queen.

All right, come on. You're holding up my line...

Yo, I'm not leaving until she give me her number.

DENNIS: Ready to handle this business?

(HIP-HOP BEAT PLAYING)

(MOUTHING WORDS)

BOBBY: Yo.

This supposed to be 1,500?

Shit was slow.

I mean, it should pick up over the weekend.

Come on, son. We ain't got no time for games, nigga.

Where the fuck the money at?

Where the money at, son? Hmm?

ORIN: Come on, Bobby. What's wrong with your man?

Hey, yo.

Bobby D, what it do?

Shit, what up, Shotgun?

Hey, yo, fam, whatever y'all niggas is doing here,

you can't be doing that.

This is a place of business.

Yeah, our business.

This ain't Stapleton.

-Yo, it ain't Park Hill either, nigga. -Relax.

Check this out. I live in Park Hill, but I'm good everywhere.

I'm not with none of this petty neighborhood bullshit.

So like I said, y'all got to go.

Yo, who the fuck is you?

Assistant manager.

Yo, a'ight, a'ight, all right.

All right. Hey, chill out.

Hey, Shotgun, let me holler at you for a minute, a'ight?

Let me talk to you for a minute.

-Yeah, a'ight. -BOBBY: Yeah.

Let us just have five minutes.

Laying some new beats.

Just come by the lab and maybe you can record some of that heat, nigga.

Lunch break over in two minutes, man.

Hey, yo, you better have the rest of that cheese by Sunday.

A'ight?

(EASY LISTENING MUSIC)

You gotta stop letting niggas slide all the time.

-Yo, what you buy? -Some pussy!

Hey, yo, she gave me a few rolls of film for free!

DENNIS: Nigga, you don't even got a camera, bro.

FIVE PERCENTER: A man must attain knowledge of himself

in order to survive here in the wilderness of North America.

Black people are the original people and the fathers of the universe,

and we out here teaching everything other than our word!

ALL: So.

Hey, yo, I can't believe you let the assistant manager

punk us like that, son.

Yeah, whatever, yo.

-Man, whatever? -Yeah.

Your brother need all his money if he gonna cop that brick.

BOBBY: Don't be talking to me about my brother, yo.

CHESS PLAYER: Hey, Bobby!

I'ma catch y'all niggas later, man.

-Oh, what's up? -Yo, you serious?

Trying to stop and play games and shit?

Ain't you got Monopoly at home, nigga?

-Yo, I wanna be the thimble piece... -Hey, yo, chill.

I told y'all niggas I'ma catch y'all later.

(LAUGHS) A'ight, son. Yo.

(SCOFFS)

Been a while since I took your money, youngblood.

You ain't taking nothing from me today.

-A'ight? -Oh, well, well.

Let's get it on. Let's get it on.

Yeah.

Yo, homeboy, let me get a dime bag.

What?

Weed, man.

Hey, wrong homeboy.

Yo, can you believe that shit?

You sure you ain't that homeboy? Huh?

That ain't me.

Who are you, then?

There's stuff I gotta do,

for my family,

but I do be having other shit on my mind.

Clearly.

I be hearing music in my head all day long.

And I get lost in that shit.

I love it.

And I get pulled out 'cause of, you know, uh... (SCOFFS)

Business...

Like a splash of cold water on your face.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Yeah, man. Something like that.

Well, it's nobody else's job to chase your dreams for you.

Sounds to me

like you're out here, doing somebody else's business and not your own.

Speaking of business...

Checkmate.

(LAUGHS)

(METALLIC CLANGING)

(WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

BOBBY: What up, 'Rie? SHURRIE: Oh, hey.

What up, Ran-D.M.C.?

Hey.

-What happened? -School.

Oh, yeah?

Was somebody messing with you?

You take them out like Mike?

Nah, Shurrie did.

Clotheslined him like "Rowdy" Roddy Piper.

The whole schoolyard laughed.

Hell, yeah.

Who is, uh...

Who's Mom talking to upstairs?

Jerome.

Something about putting more money on his commissary.

LINDA: Bobby, is that you?

BOBBY: Yeah.

Well, what do you expect me to do?

I got my hands full here.

Baby, I need you to hurry and put my numbers in.

They close in 20 minutes.

Here.

-Play, um, Randy's... -Randy's birthday.

Straight.

What about your mother?

(MUFFLED SOUL MUSIC)

...gangster girl

From a little town to a gangster world...

(YELLING AND SCREAMING)

Fucking ass over here!

-Give me the... Where is my shit? -No! No!

Where's my money?

Yo, yo, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Yo, yo, yo. Hey, chill out.

What the fuck you doing? Mind your fucking business.

Better watch who the fuck you talking to, nigga.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Yo, walk that fucking shit off, nigga.

(MAN GASPING)

(TINNY HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING OVER HEADPHONES)

WOMAN: It's okay.

(LOUD BANG)

No!

-No! -(LOUD BANG)

-No! -(LOUD BANG)

-No! -(YELLS)

-LINDA: No! -Mother...

(YELLS) Damn it!

YOUNG BOBBY: Why do I have to go?

LINDA: Don't make Mommy cry.

It's for the best.

(GRUNTS)

LINDA: No! No! No! No! No!

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER HEADPHONES)

(TRAIN RUMBLING DISTANTLY)

(MUFFLED ROCK MUSIC)

(HIP-HOP REMIX PLAYING)

Gentlemen, gentlemen gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen

Gentlemen, gentlemen

Hey, who's that DJ, Kid Capri?

EMPLOYEE: I don't know.

(SINGING CONTINUES) Ladies and ge...

Gentlemen, gentlemen Gentlemen, gentlemen

Hey, what is this?

It's an SP-1200 drum machine with a built-in 10-second sampler.

This thing never makes a timing error.

How much?

2,000 bucks out the door.

(SCOFFS)

BOBBY: I gotta try this shit out.

(DISCONNECTED DRUM SOUNDS)

(RHYTHM PLAYING)

(EXHALES)

MAN: Yeah, fuck all that, son.

(DOG BARKING DISTANTLY)

Yo.

DIVINE: Look who decided to show up.

I need to ask you something.

About?

I need an advance.

You come up short on pickups, and you asking for an advance?

A'ight, so how much?

(ASON AND DENNIS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

-2,000. -You're fucking with me.

The fuck you need $2,000 for?

It's for this new beat machine.

Look, I'm telling you, this shit is a fucking game-changer.

I mean, the...

The quality of demos I can make off of this shit is fucking...

Hey, yo.

My little brother needs 2 Gs for a drum machine.

Who got 'em?

Hey, yo, fuck you need a drum machine for, son?

You got the human beatboxer right here.

Hey, yo, check it out. Hold on.

(VOCALIZING)

DENNIS: (RAPPING) Yo, check it. Yo, fiends coming back...

-And all that costs you is a 40 of Olde E. -(ASON BEAT-BOXING)

DENNIS: (RAPPING) I wanna let off steam, but hell, no

Every blue top sold equates to mad cream

Get the dough by any means The American dream

Guns and bitches stashes and riches I seek

The only drum machine I need is Ason Unique

2 Gs towards a key will build a empire

2 Gs for a drum machine?

I'm uninspired

(MOTOR ROARING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Oh, shit. Here comes Jah Son.

This nigga tripping.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

-Bobby D, what up? -BOBBY: Yo, what up, Jah?

Nigga, I just got me a quarter uptown, all feeling like motherfucking Scarface

in this bitch, nigga.

This shit fucking... Oh... Fucking weigh a ton.

(CAR HORN HONKS)

DRIVER: Hey, yo, move your fucking car!

No, they not fucking honking me.

-They wanna play with me, huh? -DRIVER: Yo!

They wanna fucking play with me, huh?

Let's show them some fucking play rough.

-Hey, yo, yo, yo... -Huh?

Shit, what's good? Huh?

DRIVER: Nigga, what's up?

Nigga, I know this motherfucker. (SNICKERS)

Damn, I almost blew your fucking head off, B.

Stop fucking around, nigga. Seriously, you too, nigga?

DRIVER: Man, you too wild, Jah.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(HIP-HOP SONG PLAYING)

Hey, young world, the world is yours

Hey, young world, the world is yours

Young world, young world

The world is yours

Young wo-o-o-o-o-orld

This rap here

It may cause concern, it's

-Broad and deep -Why don't you listen...

LINDA: You're burning it.

Shurrie, you hear me?

SHURRIE: Divine likes his skin crispy.

All right, I'ma be late for my shift.

Don't forget your purse.

DIVINE: Hey, Mommy.

LINDA: If you got the rent, I can drop it off on my way.

No, no, I already paid it, all right?

DENNIS: Wasn't Cross Colours, even.

The nigga Jah Son came out the whip like Rainbow Man,

like one of them clowns in the circus or some shit.

Yo, like, uh... Like, uh... Like Ronald McDonald.

Yeah!

Happy Meal.

(LAUGHTER)

All he needed was the red afro, you know? (HONKS)

Eat your food.

BOBBY: You save me a plate?

Mm-hmm. On the stove.

He was bullying him.

DIVINE: He need to learn how to fight for himself.

DENNIS: He gotta learn right now.

(SOUL SONG PLAYING)

Whoo, this is that shit.

Oh, shit.

Cold, cold eyes upon me they stare

People all around me and they're all in fear

They don't seem to want me but they won't admit

Turn it off.

Some kind of creature up here having fits

From my party house I'm afraid to come outside

Although I'm...

Yo.

-Yo, why you bugging? -(EXHALES)

Go finish your homework.

I did already.

Come on.

DENNIS: I'll see y'all. I gotta get home to my brothers.

I'ma catch ya.

-All right. -SHURRIE: Later, D.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Kilos are coming to Staten Island for the first time in whenever.

Now, you know how long I've been stacking up my chips for this.

We get our hands on a whole key and flip it.

Now, that's some life-changing shit right there.

Right, so what?

So you flip that shit, and then you give me the money.

Oh, you want more money to buy your little music machine

or whatever, then bro, you need to put in work.

I put in work.

No, you... You put in part-time.

This work we do...

It's all for family.

Now, you only family part-time? Is that what you're saying?

Now, we out there at war with Power and Park Hill

while you down in the basement with Gladys Knight.

They tried to wet D.

You think they won't try and touch you, hmm?

I don't know.

I don't roll like D.

Yeah, that's right. You don't.

See, I remember when you and Sha were shorties,

chewing Bubble Yum together.

That's the only reason I've been giving that little nigga a pass.

But if he had anything to do with that move on D... (CLEARS THROAT)

Yeah, it ain't gonna be his bubble that gets popped. You know what I mean?

Yo, Sha ain't have nothing to do with that shit.

All right?

Right, we just trying to make music, yo.

It must be nice to have dreams, hmm?

But they ain't real.

This house is real.

That food on your plate,

the money that pays for all of it, is real.

Your way ain't the only way, Vine.

(DIVINE SNICKERS)

You know, the other thing about dreams

is that they're there for you to wake up from.

You wanna make it in this world?

Then put in the fucking work.

Tomorrow, when I page you, it's on you to go get the re-up.

(SCOFFS)

Hey, yo, going to North Carolina

was the worst thing that could've ever happened to you.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(LOUD TICKING)

DRIVER: Travel time is approximately 17 hours...

...30 minutes...

Bobby?

(CHUCKLES)

You remember me?

I'm your Uncle Hollis.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

Welcome to your new home.

Where we're at, you speak when you're spoken to.

You say "yes" and "sir."

Understand?

Yes, sir.

All right.

This is my sister, Goldie.

She looks over my properties.

Hello.

Hello, ma'am.

We're happy to have you, Bobby.

I'ma feed y'all after I feed the chickens.

(SONG PLAYING) Or has time rewritten every line

And if we had the chance to do it all again

Tell me...

Did you brush your teeth?

Yeah... Yes, sir.

Turn that off.

Good night, Bobby.

(ANIMALS VOCALIZING DISTANTLY)

(CHITTERING SOUND)

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

(RECORD PLAYER CLICKS)

(DRUM MACHINE BEAT)

SALESMAN: This thing never-ver-ver...

Never makes a timing error.

(SIGHS)

(SYNTH DRUM BEAT PLAYS)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

Yo.

Yo, we sold out.

(SNIFFS) Shit was popping last night.

(LINE TRILLS)

-(LINE BEEPS) -(KEYS BEEP)

(TONE BEEPS)

(PAGER BEEPING)

Yo, that ain't gonna fit, man.

You put it back now, I won't report you to the manager.

Otherwise, he gonna ban you from the store.

All right?

DIVINE: I told them niggas they need to stay

near their fucking beepers, man.

That's what I fucking told them.

B-BLACK: Telling you, if you don't re-up in the next 30,

these fiends are gonna go over to the Hill and cop them red tops.

Yo, fucking Bobby ain't calling me back.

Hey, I'ma... I'ma hit D up.

B-BLACK: A'ight.

(KNOCKING)

Hey, yo, where Randy at?

At his friend's, like I told you already.

(PAGER BEEPS)

Come on. My mom's gonna be home soon!

We don't have much time.

-Oh, my... -DENNIS: Fuck.

-Fuck. (GRUNTS) -(SHURRIE MOANING)

(BOTH PANTING)

Yeah. (MOANING)

DENNIS: Fuck. SHURRIE: Oh, yeah.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

What's up, baby?

Yo, you seen where D at?

I paged him an hour ago and he ain't hit me back yet.

DIVINE: Yo, head back to the spot, a'ight?

You bet.

Hey, you sure you want this fiend looking after the spot?

Fuck you, old Grimace-looking motherfucker.

-I ain't no fucking fiend. -Okay, nigga.

You can't take a fucking joke?

-Man, fuck you. -Nigga, it's a fucking joke.

Fucking take it. It's not a fucking dick, a'ight?

Come on, man. You know I ain't no fucking fiend.

Hey, maybe so, but you looking kind of fiendish to me.

Look at him, nigga. That's a crackhead.

Come on, man. Fuck what he talking about, man?

Who making the drop, Bobby or D-Love?

(SIGHS) I'll do it my damn self.

-Want me to come with you? -DIVINE: Nah.

Nigga, sit your ugly ass down. Nobody need your shit no more.

-B-BLACK: Fuck you! -Stay off the crack.

Visit your mom, nigga. I know she fucking miss you.

She told me that shit last night.

POWER: I spoke with Haze, and he said Cressy and his team is all set up.

A'ight, Bricks is on the Rock.

Word.

Shit, it sound like we all good, then.

Yeah, but yo...

I wanna settle that other problem first. You know what I mean?

I don't want these Stapleton niggas making a come-up.

Hey, fucking Haze is cool with Divine,

so I'm assuming he'll be setting up business with him.

Where you stash the TEC?

The chick house. She good.

Go on and get that back.

I want Dennis in the ground by the end of the week, my nigga.

A'ight? Take these niggas' strength away.

Oh, shit.

(PAGER BUZZING)

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

Shit.

(LINE TRILLING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Sheba, stay.

(WHINES)

(DOOR UNLOCKS, CREAKS)

(LOUD KNOCKING)

-I thought Bobby was coming. -No, instead you got me.

Oh, okay.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(EXHALES)

Mmm.

Yo, you got this for you little brother

but you can't hook me up with one, too?

No, I gotta go.

Yo, let me hit it again.

Your bonbons still hard.

Get out of here. Uh-uh.

-Yo, Shurrie... -My mom gonna be home soon.

-Uh-uh. Come on. -Yo... (SIGHS)

SHURRIE: Mmm. Okay. Okay!

-DENNIS: All right, I'll see you later. -Bye.

For real?

(SIGHS)

Nia, I'll be right back.

You promise?

Yeah. Yeah, sure, dear. I promise.

Okay.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(GUN COCKING)

(ELECTRONIC BLEEPING)

FAT LARRY: If New Jersey would've won that boat race,

then this rock we call Staten Island would be a part of New Jersey,

and all the micks from Bayonne would've moved in here,

and that's a fact.

Hey, Cocoa Puff!

Get the hell out of here!

I catch you playing with that again, I'm gonna break your little fingers!

Oh! How do you expect them to learn that way?

When are you gonna learn to listen to your doctor, quit smoking?

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah, yeah. Hello, yeah.

Yeah, she's here. Yeah, hold on.

Hello?

(PHONE TRILLS)

Divine, baby.

You okay?

Yeah, Mom. I'm okay.

Yeah.

Put Bobby on.

Divine, I'm sorry, man. I was... I was just trying to...

DIVINE: There ain't no time for that.

Yo, you and D can apologize to me after you get me out of here.

BOBBY: All right, well, your bail is 250, and we still gotta get that 10%.

You know, Ma's trying to get you a lawyer, so...

No, we can't afford to have our cream tied up in the system

or with no lawyer.

Now, we need to use that money on that cake.

You know what I'm saying?

Yeah, but we... We gotta get you out.

No, we need a roof over our head and food on our table first,

so don't talk to me about bail or no lawyer.

You need to put that money to work.

You, Bobby.

You need to do that, or we ain't gonna have no house.

We ain't gonna have nothing.

You gotta be the man now, whether you like it or not.

A'ight?

Yeah.

Yeah, I hear you.

Yo, money, Dougie Fresh time in here.

Six minutes and off.

-PRISONER: Hang it the fuck up! -Hey, yo.

Put D on.

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

Yo.

Yo, fam, you good?

Them BK niggas trying to press hard?

DIVINE: It is what it is. Listen, uh,

we continue with the movement.

Fl-zip that cake fast, and then we can talk about b-zail.

PRISONER: Six minutes is up.

Yeah, my brother can have his head up in the clouds,

so I'ma need you to be my boots on the ground.

You know what I mean?

-Word is bond. -DIVINE: A'ight.

Six minutes is up, Staten!

-Yo, Vine. -(PRISONERS YELLING)

-Yo, Vine. -What's happening?

Yo.

-Vine. -LINDA: What's happening to my baby?

(MEN SHOUTING)

-Vine. -What's happening to my baby?

(MEN SHOUTING)

YOUNG BOBBY: No, please. Auntie, no!

GOLDIE: Are you gonna forget

to turn the lights off in your room?

No, ma'am!

(CRYING) No, please! Auntie, no!

-GOLDIE: That's right. -(CRIES OUT)

(EXHALES)

(WARM MUSIC)

HOLLIS: Now, what's this I hear

about you keeping the light on all night?

Goldie sleeps with the window open, and those mosquitoes be feasting on her.

There's demons in my room. They be there in the dark.

Okay, no more horror movies for you.

If God made light, why does darkness still exist?

Actually, Bobby, light is always shining.

It's just that we turn ourselves away from it

and end up in the shadow of something that blocks the light.

Sometimes, it's our own shadows.

Look around the room, Bobby. Y-you see the bookcase?

Yes, sir.

-See the closet? -Mmm-hmm.

(SWITCH CLICKS)

What's in the dark is also in the light.

It's just your perception that changes.

See?

Everything the same.

So the demon in my closet was just my imagination?

Yep.

The largest nation is the imagination.

It can be your greatest enemy,

but if you have control of it and you understand how to use it,

it becomes your greatest weapon.

You're saying

your imagination is like a superpower.

Well, that's one way to put it.

Now, get you some rest.

Yes, sir.

Boo! (LAUGHS)

-(LAUGHS) -Good night, Bobby.

Night, Uncle Hollis.

Love you!

(WARM MUSIC)

DENNIS: Can't believe Vine gotta do a bid

right before the keys are finally coming to Staten Island.

Hey, stop saying that shit.

He might get off.

Yo, with what he had on him?

Nuh-uh.

Ain't no way he walking,

unless he snitching, and Vine ain't no snitch.

Hey, yo, h-how many years you think he gonna get?

I don't know!

I look like a fucking lawyer?

Use your imagination, nigga.

Hey, yo, it coulda been me or you that got picked up.

Maybe.

Maybe. Or if me and you were around, no one would've got bagged.

-(MEN GRUNTING) -(SWORDS CLANGING)

(SIGHS)

Hey, yo, when y'all get this?

Oh, shit, yo.

That's, uh...

I be having that for a minute.

From where?

My cousin Gary's man out in Brooklyn.

Repo man was coming for his car, so I got it for cheap.

And you ain't never shown me this shit, son?

This shit fire!

(DENNIS EXHALES SHARPLY)

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

-Let me see that shit, nigga. -Nah.

This exactly what I been needing.

For what?

To hit back at Power and your boy Sha.

I thought Divine said to deck that shit.

Well, Vine ain't here right now, is he?

We in charge,

and the first order of business

is we getting them niggas back.

MAN 1: (ON TV) ...attempt to fan our rivalry!

MAN 2: I don't give a damn.

So you do want us to kill each other.

That's right. I want you to fight till one of you dies.

(HIP-HOP SONG PLAYING) Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Take you on this lyrical high real quick

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

1993 exoticness

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Know what I'm saying?

Let's get technical

Where's your bone at?

Get up on that shit, a'ight?

Started off on the island, AKA Shaolin

Niggas wilin', gunshots thrown the phone dialin'

Back in the days, I'm eight now

Makin' a tape now Rae gotta get a plate now

Ignorant and mad young

Wanted to be the one

-Till I got... Felt one -CHORUS: Blaow, blaow, blaow

Yeah, my pops was a fiend since 16

Shootin' that "that's that shit" in his bloodstream

That's the life of a grimy real-life crimey

And niggas know that habit's behind me

Day one, yo, growin' all up in the ghetto

Now I'm a weed fiend jettin' to Palmetto

In Medina, yo, no doubt the God got crazy clout

Pushin' the big joint from down south

So if you're filthy stacked up

Better watch your back and duck

'Cause these fiends they got it cracked up

Now, my man from up north now he got the loft

It's solid as a rock and crazy salt

No jokes, I'm not playin', get his folks

Desert Eagle his dick and put him in a yoke

And to know for sure I got reck and rip shop

I pointed a gat at his mother's knot

Can it be that it was all simple then?