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But in the end,
all it took was a crazy-ass

bitch to lay Iron Man down.

-(GUNFIRE)
-Fuck!

-(YELLS)
-Come on, come on, come on.

DENNIS: Shit just got real.

DIVINE: What'd you expect
Power and Sha was gonna do?

Dennis, business is first.

BOBBY: Where you comin' from?

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

Hey, yo, this shit is still hot.

POWER: I want Dennis
in the ground

by the time those keys
come to us, a'ight?

BOBBY: Hey, what is this?

SALESMAN:
It's an SP-1200 drum machine

with a built-in
10-second sampler.

Oh, you want more money
to buy your little

music machine or whatever,
then, bro,

-you need to put in work.
-Yo, fuckin' Bobby

-ain't call me back.
-That ain't gonna fit.

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

-What's up, baby?
-Yo, you seen where D at?

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

Who making the drop,
Bobby or D-Love?

I'll do it my damn self.

BOBBY: He might get off.

-Yo, with what he had on him?
-Nah.

Hey, yo, where y'all get this?

It's exactly what I been needin'

to hit back at Power
and your boy Sha.

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

You need to put that money to work.

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

All right?

Suuu!

Suuu!

DENNIS: Hey, yo.

(LAUGHS) Look at these little shorties
about to mess each other up.

BOBBY: Oh, shit.

Hey, yo, I remember that shit.

Cowboys and Indians.
Cops and robbers.

I don't know
what the hell they playin'.

It's all the same shit, though.

Hey, yo.

Hey, yo, chill out, shorty, chill out.

Yo, son, stop.

It ain't that serious, a'ight?

CHILD: Just pick it up, man.

Over here!

What was all that?

Keep an eye out
on Sha's crib for me.

Lettin' me know
when that nigga home.

Yo, these kids and shit,
they be messin' around,

but I'm not.

It's funny. (SCOFFS)

Niggas don't even remember
where they from...

where they really from.

You know where you from?

RAEKWON: Nigga, you know
where you from?

I'm from fuckin' New York.

Gatin' Staten,
know what I mean?

POWER: Nah, nigga,
that's not where you from.

Staten Island is a location.
New York is a location.

It's the spot you were put at.

You think Central Park
grew outta nowhere?

Our peoples lived there, son,

then they got pushed out
for fuckin' daffodils

and slides and shit.

Didn't I tell you
to break off the tips?

I just seen shorties in a park
playin' with these.

If one of them kids's eyes
get poked out,

I'm pokin' out yours.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Let me get one of 'em lamb joints.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Yo, this-- this article's calling New York
"the melting pot" of the world.

Shit sound about right to me.

No, nigga, it's bullshit.

'Cause when they force you in the pot,
shit don't melt.

Just boils over.
(SCOFFS, CHUCKLES)

Me, I don't even like
my peas mixed with my carrots,

-you know what I'm sayin'?
-(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Sounds like a nice idea,
but the shit doesn't work.

You know what I'm sayin'?

There go that nigga Haze right there.

RAEKWON: The kilos have
come to the island.

Put that out.

CHILD: No!

RAEKWON: Yo, you gotta tell
Mama Sa,

that oxtail
with the red beans,

son... truth.

HAZE: Two cakes for dessert.

Yo, you mind?

RAEKWON: Yeah.

That's my type of cake right there.

Now let's talk business.

(BUZZING)

What you here for?

We have an appointment.

I heard that nigga Donnie Green

from West Brighton deals
directly with the big man.

So?

I'm a boss, nigga.
I want a audience with yours.

Hey, yo, Dred, we Devine's people.

Know what I mean?
We hear to cop that key from Haze.

I never see ya before, botty.

Now, what you gonna do with this, huh?

You think having two bricks
puts you in a position

to go over my head?

Donnie Green doubles
your numbers, consistently.

Wanna sit down with the big man?

Money talks.

100K and better
to even get his attention.

Damn.

(LAUGHTER)

DRED: Give him back the gun, man.

Follow me.

HAZE: Speakin' of money,
now that Divine's locked up,

I'm hopin' we're gonna see
a end to this war.

The fuck, nigga, you takin' sides?

Unlike the government, my G,

when there's a war in the streets,
nobody makes money.

Hmm. True, indeed.

But when that war's over,
it's winner take all.

(BUSINESSPERSON SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(CHILD GIGGLES)

(SEWING MACHINES
CLATTERING)

(GUN COCKS)

Damn, shit smell good!

Your boy's starving.
Yo, hook a nigga up!

You ain't my boy.

Food is for
my seasoned customers.

(LOUD CLANKING)

I'm only entertain' the idea
of doing business with you

'cause me and your brother
go back.

Yeah. Appreciate that, my G.

My man Shotgun said
he gonna record with you, yeah?

Divine told me
you was on some music shit.

Yeah.

-Sorry. I can't help you then.
-DENNIS: Hey, yo, what?

Uh, we--we traveled
all the way over here

to even come talk to you.

Look, kid, you can't be dippin'
and dabbin' in this shit.

You need your head in the game
at all times.

Get caught slippin' once,
and it's a wrap...

buried in a box
or booked behind bars.

If your eyes are in
a note pad writin' rhymes,

your eyes aren't lookin'
over your shoulder.

You listenin' to beats,

you ain't listenin'
to the whispers out in the streets.

Keep it moving, music man.

-I wish 'Vine well on his case.
-Hey, yo, fuck all those

formalities and shit like that.

Bobby here reppin'
his brother's interest,

but I'm holdin' ace position.

So...

That's 17K right there.

(SCOFFS)

We'll take that brick.

(EXHALES)

Yeah, mighta be 17 for Divine,
but he ain't here.

And this is our first time
doin' business.

So you need to pay
a new member fee.

That's another G.

A new member's fee?

-Like when you join the gym.
-DENNIS: This is some bullshit.

Yo, take the money out, son.

-Got it?
-Hey, yo.

Yo, that's 18K, thereabouts.

So we new members or what?

Get these niggas some dessert.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THE BOSS PLAYING)

(CASH REGISTER CHIMES)

(CASH REGISTER CHIMES)

-Yo, what's up?
-What's up, B?

Goddamn.

Word got out about
this spot quick, huh?

It's perfect.

Where you even find
this place at anyway?

Walk past it all the time
hittin' the record store.

I figured with Divine in jail,
it's a bit safer to switch it up.

(RUSTLING)

Yo, I don't think
we should be leaving

all of our supply in one place.

Divine never did that.

Hey, yo, movin' it
from spot to spot

is exactly how 'Vine got knocked.

Sometime your brother
too smart for his own good,

know what I mean?

Smart enough to keep
y'all niggas eatin'.

If you wanna move the weight,
go 'head.

'Cause I don't.

Oh, what up, homey?

(SOFTLY) Dumbass.

(CAR ALARM TRILLING DISTANTLY)

-LINDA: You forgot one.
-What?

Divine's coming home today?

Not today.

When?

Soon.

Ow!

We don't eat until Divine calls.

Mama, can we just--

Not until he calls.

BOBBY: Ma, it's been
about half an hour.

What if he doesn't call?

He said he'd call.

And when Divine says
he's gonna do somethin', he does.

YOUNG DIVINE: I told y'all
I was gonna come see you.

YOUNG BOBBY:
I knew you would, Divine.

UNCLE HOLLIS: You were sent down here
because your mother said

you been gettin' into
much trouble back in New York.

BOBBY: What you doin', Divine?
Down here,

-You gotta do your chores.
-Or what?

Aunt Goldie gonna give it to ya.

All them tobacco leaves y'all pickin'--

Aunt Goldie sells that shit, right?

Hell you doin' out here, boy?

Get to your chores.

Chores is making your bed.

This shit is slavery.
Didn't ya hear?

Lincoln freed us all--
Emancipation Proclamation.

I went to that class.

Boy, don't you walk away from me!

Oh, my goodness.

I'm calling your mama!

(PHONE RINGS)

(RINGING)

(PHONE BEEPS)

Yes. Yes, I'll accept the charges.

-Hey, Mama.
-How are you?

DIVINE: I need Bobby.

No, no, hold on.
I've been waiting all day to talk to you.

Please, I don't have much time, huh?

-Yo.
-DIVINE: How was your trip

to the motherland?

Did you, uh,
did you bring back souvenirs?

BOBBY: Yeah, uh...

was more expensive
than we thought, but--

No, no, no, no.
Never mind that.

We'll make that back
and then some.

Listen, when that starts,
you go see my aunty, a'ight?

-Aunt Laurie?
-DIVINE: No, no.

Not our aunty-- my aunty.

You understand?

-Yeah.
-Yep.

She'll show you what to do.
I gotta go.

BOBBY: Wait, yo, yo, 'Vine.

Yo, I gotta ask you
a question about--

I can't answer
all your questions right now.

I told you, Bobby,
you gotta man up, son.

Step up, stand on your own,

and make decisions.

Look, I can't always
be your crutch, a'ight?

Yo, 'Vine, 'Vine!

-Yo!
-Yo!

Yo, Clocker!

-When'd you get in?
-Few hours ago, man.

Trying to get out in a few more.

Shit, well, I heard that, huh?

Yo.

Not a lotta Stapleton niggas here.

Naw.

(RAPPING) Can't get a nigga like Don
Dime a dozen

I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill

See my face on the $20 bill
Cash it in, get $10 back

Fat LP with cappuccino on the wax

And you can get long dick
Hip-hop affection

I damage any MC
That step in my direction

I'm Staten Island's best,
Nigga, fuck what you heard

Niggas still talking
That shit is absurd

Yo. Fuck we gonna do?

-We gonna walk.
-Walk? Yo, we can't

-let Park Hill do shit like--
-We ain't in Park Hill or Stapleton.

We in Brooklyn House.
Don't forget that.

Come on.
Let me talk to you.

We're outnumbered in here.

We gotta put
that shit aside for now.

(BOTH SPEAKING AT ONCE)

DENNIS: Hey, yo, it's crazy
how people don't even look up

to see what's going on
above their heads.

I guess we're afraid
to look God in the eye.

DENNIS: Hey, yo,
what movie you watch

-where you heard that shit?
-(BOTH LAUGHING)

It's too slick for you, son.

Ooh! Those shits is ill, son.
Where you got those?

Shit, if I told you,
they wouldn't be ill, nigga.

These joints is one of a kind.

It's just a question.
I look like a bitin'-ass nigga to you?

-Sometimes, nigga.
-Yo, fuck you.

DENNIS: Yo, what the fuck
you doin' that for?

You gonna pop them shits
in the fryin' pan?

Soak this bitch in oil
to keep that shit from jammin'.

Oh... word.

So when I catch up
with that motherfucker Sha,

I'ma spit hot rocks
at that motherfucker, uninterrupted!

This might sound crazy,

but that motherfucker gonna
be up in church today.

Hey, yo, what church?

Off of Vanderbilt.

He up in there e'ry Sunday
with his mom.

Yeah, well, I don't give a fuck

if that nigga
comin' from church.

He shot at my crib while my moms
and my brothers was in there.

So when I see that motherfucker...

I'ma give that nigga
a holy ghost for real.

(HIP-HOP SONG PLAYING OVER CAR STEREO)

-(IMITATING GUNFIRE)
-(BOTH LAUGHING)

I mean like...

Over for that nigga!

Here is something you can't understand

DENNIS: Hey, yo, you sure
this is the right church?

JAH SON: Yeah. I told you already.

Here is something you can't understand

Yo, these motherfuckers
West Coast for real?

Something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

How I could just kill a man

DENNIS: Yo, that nigga Haze.

JAH SON: What's he doin' here?

Shit, there go Cressy too.

DENNIS: They probably
talkin' business.

Hummin', comin' at ya
And I know I had to gat ya

I didn't know that
motherfucker went to church.

DENNIS: He don't.

She do.

Man, that girl Vivian with him?

Well, I been trying to fuck her!

Hey, yo, what you mean by tryin'?

Waving at her through
the window of a cab

as that shit passes by?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

-JAH SON: I'm sayin'.
-She don't fuck with niggas like us.

At least, not until
we come up like Cressy.

Then I watched the rookie pass out

Didn't have to blast out
But I did anyway

That young punk had to pay

JAH SON: Hey, how much
you think them chains cost?

Don't worry about it.

How I could just kill a man

Here is something you can't understand

There go Sha's mom.

Kill a man

JAH SON: Step-pops too.

Yeah, but where he at?

(RAPPING)
I came to bring the pain

Hardcore from the brain

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Let's go inside my astral plane

And find out my mental's
Based on instrumental

Records, hey, so I can write

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Monumental methods

BOBBY: Hey, hold on, son.
I need to sample a record for this track.

We gonna have to get
that fuckin' SP-1200.

-(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
-If I had that shit,

shit would just keep loopin'
and loopin' and loopin'.

SP-what?

-Never mind.
-(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Hey, what's the deal, thun?

My boy Shotgun was just
laying down some heat.

Y'all niggas think
y'all at the Fever, some shit?

Hey, y'all niggas should
hop on the track together.

No, I'm good.

Flow's familiar, though.

This that nigga tape

you was playin' me
on the Panty Raider shit, ain't it?

Always talkin' 'bout bitches.

Nah, my shit mad versatile.
Know what I'm saying?

Actually, I don't.
My shit's strictly for the streets.

-You know what I mean?
-BOBBY: Let's call it a day.

-All right?
-Yeah, a'ight.

Get at me when you want
that real heat.

RAEKWON: Oh, I got that for you.

When we're ready.

Why you always
fuckin' up the vibe?

We was on the verge
of something.

You always on the verge
of this, on the verge of that.

I ain't got time
for all that shit, son.

All right, what is it then?

I need that thing thing,
you know what I mean?

Come on, where it's at?

B.O.B., where's my gun?

That shit ain't here.

What you mean it ain't here
when I let you hold that shit?

What, your moms
came and found it?

No, nigga. Dennis got that shit.

What?

So you tellin' me...

you let this Stapleton
bum-ass nigga

come eat
my fuckin' food, son?

It wasn't even like that, yo.

Yo, why the--why the fuck you bring
that shit here in the first place?

I'm tired of you bringing me
into your shit, Sha.

Yeah, well, that's mad
fucking foul, son.

You supposed to be my ace!

Sha, I am your ace.

He found that shit
in the crates.

I didn't even tell him
it was yours, yo!

What the fuck
was I supposed to do?

The right fuckin' thing, nigga!

Fuck is you talking about,
"fuck is you supposed to do?"

Fuck outta here.
Grab your fuckin' balls, Bobby!

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

Grab your fuckin' balls!

(DOOR SLAMS)

You ever see
The Ten Commandments?

The movie? Hell, no.

-Why not?
-Come on, son.

Everybody knows
Moses was black,

but they still gotta put
a white man in the role.

Man, whatever, bro. Charlton Heston,
that motherfucker don't play.

-Nigga, Planet of the Apes?
-Son...

Yo, fuck that.

And, yo, they didn't
even cast a nigga

as one of the apes.

That's racist upon racist!

(LAUGHING)

Oh, you fuckin'
with my ass, D!

-Yeah. Think of that shit.
-Yo.

Hold on, though.
Moses was Jewish

and Jewish niggas is Jewish,
so how the fuck is he black?

Whatever.

He had tan skin and curly hair.
Close enough, right?

Hey, yo, forget it. Sha ain't come.

Yo, come on, son,
chicken and waffles.

Oh, nigga, not today.

I gotta go handle
a little business, so...

A'ight, let me get a ride then.

-JAH SON: I got you.
-(ENGINE TURNS)

(BOTTLE SHATTERS DISTANTLY)

(WHISPERS) Oh, fuck.

(WHISPERING) What the fuck is it?

How you gonna forget the combo?

You got Divine's bail?

Not yet.

Things keep going like this,
I figure...

we'll have enough
pretty soon.

What about a lawyer?

'Vine can't have
no public defender.

He'll be just another
file on the pile.

(SIGHS)

I told you, we don't--

we don't have enough yet.

We're workin' on it.

(CRESSY AND VIVIAN MOANING)

-(VIVIAN SCREAMS)
-JAH: Run the jewels, nigga!

CRESSY: Who the fuck are you, mon?
You know who you fuck with?

JAH SON:
Now, you gonna run your jewels

unless you wanna lose
your family jewels, mo'fucker.

CRESSY: That what you come for?

Toss that shit, nigga.
Yo' stash too.

You too with your fine ass.
Let's go.

Hurry up. All y'all.

Go on.

Damn.

DENNIS: Yo, B-Black.

Yo, where the fuck
is everyone at, son?

ASON: Oh, shit!

DENNIS:
Hey, yo, wake this nigga up.

(SHOUTING) Good mornin', Vietnam!

You been smokin' our shit
till you passed out?

Nah, I'm not--
I wasn't smokin'.

I was just tired.

Y'all got me workin', like,
fucking 48 hours straight.

You think this shit
is a game, nigga?

You think this shit is a game?

Divine ain't here, so now you wanna
smoke and shit, huh?

-Now you wanna smoke and shit?
-No! No!

You wanna smoke
some shit, nigga?

Here you go, nigga.

-Chill, son, I'm sorry!
-Sorry, my ass.

Divine should've been got rid
of your crack-pinching ass, nigga!

It won't happen again, I promise!

-Shut the fuck up!
-(SCREAMING)

DENNIS: Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up.

Starting to smell like the fry cook
at McDonald's, huh?

(B-BLACK WHIMPERS)

Hey, yo, what...

I hated working there.

(CRYING, WHIMPERING)

Shut the fuck up!
Get the fuck outta here.

Get the fuck outta here.

ASON: Shit.
What's the phenomenon?

Yo, hey, we out to get this paper.

Put the word out
we'll be back up and running in a few.

(RECORD POPS)

(PHONE RINGING)

-Hello?
-DENNIS: Hey, yo.

You need to come
hold down the spot.

Yo, D?

I thought you said that, uh,
that B-Black was taking care of that shit.

Yeah, he was, but...
he, like, flamed out.

I--what? What does that--

DENNIS: Yo, the fiends is lined up.

-Come hold the spot down.
-BOBBY: A'ight, man, I'll--

I'll be there
in a little bit, a'ight?

DENNIS: A'ight, word.

(BOTH MOANING)

-(DOOR BANGS OPEN)
-JAH: Run the jewels, nigga!

CRESSY:
Who the fuck are you, mon?

Do you know
who you fuck with?

-(SHOTGUN BLASTS)
-(REWINDING TAPE SQUEALS)

-(VIVIAN SCREAMS)
-JAH: Run the Jewels, nigga!

CRESSY: Who the fuck are you--

(TAPE CLICKS)

Ras clot.

(UPBEAT HIP-HOP MUSIC)

(CASH REGISTER CHIMES)

(BELL DINGS)

(CASH REGISTER CHIMES)

(ASCENDING WHOOPING)

(CASH REGISTER CHIMES)

(CREAKING)

(EXPLOSION BOOMS)

(FUNKY MUSIC)

(ELECTRONIC WARBLING)

(CLASSICAL PIANO MUSIC)

(FRIENDLY CHATTER)

(ARRHYTHMIC ORGAN MUSIC,
SCATTERSHOT DRUMMING)

SALESMAN: No knapsack today?

Hey, was that Easy Mo Bee?

Just bought 20K worth of gear.

Best hip-hop producer
in the game.

(CHUCKLES) For now, maybe.

You, uh, you here
window-shopping again or what?

Just wanna cop
that SP-1200, baby.

Oh... Mo Bee
just bought our last one.

You're fuckin' with me, right?

I'm sorry, Bobby.

I could sell you the floor model.

But, uh, you still
gotta do full price.

Yeah.

Yeah.

SALESMAN: Uh, one other thing.

No instruction manual.

Yo, I'll take it.

There go the man
cooking up some marvelous shit

to get them fiends'
mouths watering.

-Know what I mean?
-Yeah. Call me the chef.

Yeah.

Why's this sittin' here?

Shit, we still got 1/4
out on the street.

How's that?
Word ain't out about the shit we got?

Nah, business is up. It's just not
what we was thinkin'.

I heard them, uh,
them Stapleton niggas

-got some shit too.
-POWER: Come on, nigga.

Even if your boy and D-Lover
managed to get a key off of Haze,

they blue tops
ain't touching our shit.

We got the Colonel's
recipe here, know what I mean?

-Something's up.
-(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Yo, I got somebody here.
Want me to bring him to you?

Nah, son.

Who is it?

B-BLACK:
It's because of the spot.

It's on its way to the Hill.

-POWER: Where?
-B-BLACK: Bobby set up a joint on Osgood.

-By that boarded-up bodega.
-I told you. It's about the location.

It ain't about them having better shit.

They definitely ain't got better shit.

Niggas know that red tops is the shit.

But, you know,
fiends need their fix sooner than later.

The fuck happened to your face?

Dennis.

(SCOFFS)

Niggas like to play
with fire, huh?

A'ight. (LAUGHS)

RANDY: Come on, Bobby.
We're going to see RoboCop 2.

LINDA: Thought it'd be nice.

Have a bite,
see a movie with the family.

SHURRIE: He ain't comin'.
He got a new girlfriend.

No, I gotta figure this out.

(AS ROBOCOP)
You have five seconds to comply.

Five... four...

three... two...

one.

You are under arrest.

Pow!

LINDA: Well, suit yourself.

We're getting back late.

(ROBOTIC VOICE)
Don't forget to feed Sheba.

(CHUCKLING)

(BASS BEATS)

(LOOSE BEAT)

(VOICE REPEATING)

(ECHOING)

(HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) Yeah

Whoa-oa-oa

(RAPID STUTTERING,
DESCENDING OCTAVES)

(DEEPER VOICE) Hey

Whoa-oa-oa

(OFF-KEY NOTES)

(STUTTERING DESCENDING NOTES)

(SLOWED-DOWN BEAT)

(RAPID OCTAVE CHANGES)

(BRING THE PAIN PLAYING)

Bring

Bring

Bring

Is it real, son, is it really real, son

Let me know it's real, son
If it's really real

Something I could feel, son
Load it up and kill one

Want it raw deal, son
If it's really real

BOBBY: Yo, that shit
is sounding phat, son!

-You got another verse?
-I could write one up

in 'bout an hour.
That be just the truth.

I got a even better idea.

I know I'll be made whole

(PHONE RINGS)

Well, she spent her money

(PHONE RINGING)

Here and there

Until she had no,
had no more to spare

(RINGING)

It better be important,
you letting my phone ring like that.

(LAUGHS) Hey, it's Bobby.

Is, uh, is Sha there?

RONDELL: Sha?

Sha ain't been here
for over a month now.

BOBBY: What?

Over a month?

-Why?
-RONDELL: Boy wanna be a man.

Told his ass
to get a real job,

not runnin' these streets,
comin' in odd hours,

drivin' his mama crazy.

Boy stopped goin' to church
when he know damn well he need Jesus.

All right, I'm, uh,
I'm sorry to bother you, sir.

Hey, yo, think you should, uh,
write that second verse after all.

Cool, cool.

Yo, what the fuck
does "truncate" mean?

Nigga...

(PAGER TRILLING)

SHURRIE: Hey.

What up?

(BOTH LAUGH)

-Let's get...
-Okay.

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

(SHURRIE SIGHS)
At first I wasn't sure

why you wanted to meet
all the way out here.

What you think?

It's nice, but...
I don't think

all these white people
like us here.

Hey, yo,
all these dead presidents...

I got 'em too.

Nobody care about black or white,
long as the money green.

-Mm-kay. Oh.
-Thanks.

Thank you.

Thank you.

(GASPING) Oh...

DENNIS: Nefertiti
was a... beautiful,

powerful African queen,
know what I mean?

Mm-hmm.

You the modern version.

ASON: Yo, we keep
bubbling like this,

this shit gonna run out
soon, son.

You feel me?

You lookin' burnt, cuz.

You good?

Yeah.

Been up for days fucking
with the speed machine,

you know,

working on Shotgun's new demo.

-I feel that.
-Hey, let me get back to this.

I came to bring the pain
Hardcore from the brain

Let's go inside my astral plane

Find out my mental
Based on my instrumental

Records, hey

PERSON: Hey, daddy,
how you doin'?

RAEKWON: They movin' shit
like fuckin' White Castle over here, son.

Yo, meet down the block.

(CHUCKLING)

So your boy ain't makin'
music no more, huh?

Bobby wants to be boss now.

What you think about that?

Oh... shit!

That's Dennis, D-Lover.

Yo, son.

We gotta toast
this nigga, son.

Yo, I ain't got the TEC on me.

-You got the burner?
-You won't need it.

It ain't about takin' out
a single enemy.

It's about taking out
the entire competition.

You know what I'm sayin'?

-(BOTTLES CLANK)
-So what's the plan then?

I'm gon' burn this shit
to the ground, my nigga.

(PAGER VIBRATES)

(PAGER CONTINUES VIBRATING)

Yo, son!

Yo, Bobby.

Yo, B.O.B.

Y-yo, I gotta talk to you, son.

(PAGER VIBRATING)

(WHISPERS) Fuck.

Yo, what's up?
You ready or what, nigga?

What, I'm getting out
the fucking car!

-The door is stuck, son!
-Move, son!

Fuckin' slowpoke, nigga.

Make sure y'all get
all that shit.

(GASOLINE SLOSHING)

(LIGHTER CLINKS, FIZZES)

Yo, wake up, nigga.
What the fuck you waiting for?

Come on, son!

FREDO: What the fuck was that?

Hey! Hey!

There's a fire!
Get out of here!

(PEOPLE YELLING)

What the hell is goin' on?

(BOTH PANTING)

-Let's go.
-Shit.

Shit.

-Shit.
-ASON: What we gonna do?

Hey, yo.

-Come on, come on, come on, come on.
-(GLASS SHATTERS)

ASON: Hey, yo, where we goin'?

-Down here!
-Fuck this shit!

BOBBY: Down the chute,
down the chute, down the chute!

Yo, out, out, nigga,
out the chute!

DENNIS: What the fuck, son?
Oh, shit!

-Oh, shit, yo--
-BOBBY: Come on, come on!

(ALL COUGHING)

Everybody good?

(RETCHES)

(COUGHING)

DENNIS: Yo, yo anybody
grab the stash?

Yo--the money?

-(SIREN APPROACHES)
-Nothing?

-Fuck!
-(WHISPERS) Fuck!

My music.

(SIREN BLARING)

(FLAMES CRACKLING)

Mama, what's that smell?

-What smell?
-Smells like burnt poop.

SHURRIE: Randy.

Time for bed.

Come on, I'll read with you.

(PAPER RUSTLING)

(PHONE RINGS)

(RINGING)

Is somebody
going to answer that?

(RINGING)

Hello?

Yes.

I accept the charges.

Yo, how we, uh...

how we doing this week?

Bobby.

How we doin' this week?

MEN: Killer Hill! Killer Hill!
Killer Hill!

-Killer Hill!
-I'ma need that bail soon.

-Miami!
-Killer Hill!

-(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
-Bobby.

-Bobby.
-LINDA: Baby.

There's...

Been an incident.

INMATE: Tell your mama
I need some more money

on my books, nigga.

Bum-ass...

BOBBY: Hello?
Yes, I accept the charges.

DIVINE: Bobby. Bobby.

Bobby, I gotta
get out of here.

YOUNG DIVINE: Bobby.
DIVINE: Bobby.

YOUNG DIVINE: Bobby. Wake up.

DIVINE: Bobby.
YOUNG DIVINE: Hurry.

Those Aunt Goldie's?

YOUNG DIVINE: Yeah.
Let's go sell 'em on the road.

YOUNG BOBBY:
What about those other kids?

YOUNG DIVINE:
Man, fuck those other kids.

BOY: Who said
you could sell here?

This is our road!

(GRUNTS)

Yo, get up. Get they ass.

We'll survive this, Bobby.

Hope you took their cigarettes.

-I didn't.
-Why not?

They were gonna take mine.

We don't do things
'cause we're mad

or our feelings is hurt.

And we don't do things
to be greedy.

We do what we do to survive.

We're survivors, Bobby.

Understand?

You're gonna have to survive
without me one day.

YOUNG BOBBY: Divine.

Keep that.

You earned it.

You earned it.

LINDA: Baby.
There's been an incident.

DIVINE: Bobby, I gotta
get out of here.

Bobby, I gotta get out of here.

REPORTER: Let's go now
to Staten Island,

where a mysterious fire
broke out earlier this week

in a northeast neighborhood.

POWER: "Property was supposed
to be renovated last year

"but, after foreclosure,
has been vacant for over 10 months.

"Police and Fire believe
the blaze was caused by squatters.

No one was harmed."

Yo, them niggas
is lucky as fuck, son.

We're gonna get 'em
another time.

Nah, it's a'ight.

They boss is locked up.
They spot is gone.

They're done.

But we gotta talk about you now.

You ain't been honest
with me.

I don't know
what you talkin' about, Pow.

For real, I don't know
what you talkin' about.

Gets cold at night, don't it?

What's this?

I need you workin' the streets,
not sleeping in 'em,

know what I'm sayin'?

(DOG BARKING DISTANTLY)

-Yo.
-Yeah, nigga.

Yo, you got me a TV, son?

(POWER CHUCKLING)

Yeah, something like that.

(STATIC CRACKLING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I need a re-up.

(DISTANT CHATTER)

Make sure they don't let

more than four or five fiends
in at a time, right?

You runnin' this spot now,
you hear me?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

I need to return this.

Is there something wrong with it?

No.

PATXI: These guys are terrible.

Only decent player we got is Mattingly.

FAT LARRY: Yeah, well,
the Yankees might stink, but...

baseball's been good to us this year.

Oh, yeah. (LAUGHS)

Extra sauce. Ranch.

-And Wet-Naps.
-Oh, yeah!

Oh, she's one
of the good ones, huh?

She's a doll.

(SINGING IN SPANISH)

(CONTINUES SINGING IN SPANISH)

Hey, Ms. Diggs.
How you doin'?

Hey, Jason. I'll get your order for you.

So, uh, these guys, they come to...

(AS MARLON BRANDO)
Make you an offer you can't refuse, huh?

(LAUGHS) The balls on this kid.

FAT LARRY: Come on.
It was pretty good.

All right. Thank you, baby.

JAH SON: Thanks, ma'am.

Leave the gun.
Take the cannoli.

(CONTINUES SINGING IN SPANISH)

You know the kid's a jerk-off, right?

Ah, come on. He watches all the
gangster movies.

-He likes 'em. He's a good kid.
-Yeah.

(PHONE RINGING)

Rib Shack.

Hey, Mama, it's me.

You know Barry doesn't
like me getting calls here.

Mama, I made a move.

A'ight?

It's probably not gonna
be enough for Divine's bail,

but if we add this
to the cash at Nia's,

we got just enough
for a lawyer now.

I'ma step it up, Ma.

-I am.
-I know, I know.

I swear.

Bobby, I know.

-(GUNSHOTS)
-(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

BOBBY: Ma.

FAT LARRY: Holy shit!

Yo, Ma.

PERSON: Fuck is going on?

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(ENGINE REVS)