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- [ music playing ] - ♪ Yeah, Brooklyn

- ♪ Them young boys be whilin' ♪ - ♪ Whilin'

♪ All this money and violence ♪

- ♪ Them young boys be whilin' ♪ - ♪ Yeah

♪ All this money and violence ♪

- ♪ Yeah - ♪ See, I don't wanna see you hurt ♪

♪ But pain brings you a little closer ♪

♪ You said you ride to die, you're supposed to be like my soldier ♪

♪ Said you was lookin' out, but I'm lookin' over my shoulder ♪

♪ Holding hammers like grudges, the bitch ass around us, they know us ♪

♪ Them young boys be whilin', all this money and violence ♪

- ♪ Yeah, them young boys be whilin' ♪ - ♪ Whilin'

♪ All this money and violence ♪

- ♪ Yeah, them young boys be whilin' ♪ - ♪ Whilin'

♪ All this money and violence ♪

♪ Them young boys be whilin' ♪

♪ All this money and violence. ♪

[ gunshot echoes ]

[ child babbles ]

Antonio, I need to play 3216 straight and back.

[ speaking Spanish ]

Acting like this shit's legal, making my shit fuego.

Damn.

[ phone ringing ]

- Yo, Rafe, what's up? - Yo, Kane, you ready?

- Ready for what? - Ready to work, nigga.

- Are you ready? - Um, yeah, I guess.

All right. Meet me at Truxton and Sackman.

Yo, wear long sleeves and a fitted, my nigga.

Hurry up. Get here in 45 minutes.

- No later. - You talkin' 'bout right now?

- Yeah, right now, man. - Damn, that's short notice, Rafe.

Short notice? Nigga, the early bird gets the worm

and the late eagle gets to play in dirt.

Sleep is necessary, but that shit won't get you a full stomach.

I thought you was hungry, nigga.

- You know I am. - All right, then.

Meet me in 30. No less than 30, Kane.

- Meet me now. - All right, I'm coming.

Hello? Hello?

Yo, all right, all right. Fuck the sandwich.

Shay, are you kidding me?

Since I moved out here I have not been seeing you.

- What's going on? - I know, Jess. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I haven't been able to be around like that.

- I've just been busy, you know? - Busy?

I'm busy, too. I work.

But you know I don't know anybody around here.

It's like ever since I moved from the Bronx

you just left me for dead.

Jess, you know it's not even like that.

You know you're my girl.

Ain't nobody out here messing with you, are they?

- No. - None of these hatin'-ass chicks,

or these thirsty-ass niggas?

Please, Shay, when are they gonna have time to see me?

Ever since I moved over here it's just work and back.

Sometimes, girl, that's the best way to be.

Not after a breakup, Shay.

Even before I left Damon, you always encouraged me to go out.

Even when you weren't available to go,

you still encouraged me to go out.

- I need that. - I know, Jess.

I just thought maybe you needed some time to yourself.

I have enough of that, Shay.

What I need is a girls' night out.

You know what? All right.

All right, Jess. You need not to say nothin' else, okay?

We're gonna-- I'm gonna come through real soon

and we're gonna go somewhere. We're gonna turn up, all right?

Turn up, that's what I need. All right.

- All right, boo. - Later.

- Hey, what's up, man? - Yo, nigga, when I say move,

it's let's go or get left the fuck behind.

- Ain't no second chances, Kane. - I hear you, Rafe.

I was just surprised you called me and not Miz.

Yo, this is light, my nigga.

It ain't nothin' crazy, man.

You know, I mean, it should be a couple of Gs,

but hopefully if we're lucky, it'll be more.

Miz got his own thing goin' on right now, man.

That nigga ain't pressed for cash, man.

- Yo, I hope you're ready. - Yeah, I think I'm ready.

Nah, nigga, I need to know that you are.

- All right, I know I am. - [ sighs ]

Yo, look, this is light, know what I mean?

It ain't nothing crazy. Shouldn't be no guns in there,

but you never know.

So I need you to be on point.

Yo, look at me, Kane. I need you to be on point.

I'm not trying to get shot from behind.

But you just said there's no guns in there.

It shouldn't be, man,

but there are no guarantees to this shit, Kane.

Once we open that door, the possibilities are that it can go any which way.

That's why I need you on point.

I need you to serve as the eyes behind my head.

- I got you. - This should be simple,

but always keep it in the back of your mind

that simple could turn to chaos in a split second

if you do not stay on point.

Stay on point. I got it.

Look, it's an apartment. They run numbers out of there.

There should be only one dude in there,

you know what I'm saying, which I could handle on my own.

But the thing is if we knock the door,

he's not gonna let us in because we've never played before,

so we have to wait for somebody to come play.

As soon as he opens the door, I'm gonna push him in.

- Then what do we do? - Once we get in there,

you control the customer. You do whatever you have to do

to keep him down and quiet.

Like what? Am I gonna have a gun?

No, you're not gonna have a gun, my nigga.

I don't need you shooting nobody out of nervousness, man.

You let him know that we don't want nothing from him.

He's a civilian, Kane. We don't want his hard-earned bread.

But if he doesn't cooperate,

that's when violence becomes necessary

and you do whatever you have to.

- Whatever I have to? - Yo, let me know if you're ready, Kane.

I could still respect you tomorrow

if you let me know that you're not ready now.

But don't have me bring you in there with me

on your word that you're ready and you're not.

That? That I can't respect.

Whew. No, I'm ready, Rafe. I'm ready.

All right, listen. Once we get in there,

once you get the customer down,

I should be in the process of tying up the main dude.

Once I'm done with him, then I come over and I'll tie up the customer.

Once they're both down and tied,

I'm gonna need you to hold them down while I go search for the bread.

- Do you understand? - Yeah, I understand, Rafe.

Are you sure? Do you need me to go over anything, Kane?

- Nah, I got it. - [ sighs ] All right, let's go.

Remember, my nigga, stay on point.

♪ ...young boys be whiling ♪

♪ All this money and violence ♪

♪ All this money and violence ♪

♪ All this shit I can't make up ♪

♪ All this weed that I'm smokin' ♪

♪ Fuck around with my neighbors ♪

♪ Man, my old heads be silent ♪

♪ My young boys, they stay strapped ♪

♪ They're around here like gangland ♪

♪ Even grown men get kidnapped ♪

♪ And giftwrapped, click-clack ♪

♪ Shots rip through your six-pack ♪

♪ Real, nigga, I've been that ♪

♪ They talk about it, I lived that ♪

♪ So Brooklyn, so NY... ♪

[ slams ]

- Are this where them stay? - Last time, we saw the brethren Donovan

tell them to set a place at the cabana.

And when them Yankee brethren used to come up

and march or patrol instead.

We don't know which part. Them rest still low.

Yeah, man, it's close, you know?

Still feeling my spirit there walking around this place.

Brethren, we should get this done so his soul can rest in peace.

Yo, the man's blood is still lingering in the air around here, you know?

All I see is red.

Everything I see on this cursed block

look bloodier in my eyes now.

Brethren, me not lying. Me no give no value to a dead man's life.

But we can't afford for me to cower to them,

cheapen the price of an innocent life.

The meek will be trampled, G.

True indeed, but their own can prosper.

Innocent blood stains to the soul, Brother G.

Yeah, your right to my wrong, brethren.

Balance first or the world tip and fall.

Even in evil there is good.

Even in chaos there is order.

Judgment can deal with it the right way and line them up

and just deal with them like I said I could deal with them.

Yo, you can take care of this, my nigga.

Hold these niggas down. Stay the fuck on point.

I'ma go search for that fuckin' bread.

Hold it right, man.

All right, guys, just relax, man.

Nobody's gonna get hurt, okay?

Give me this shit. Yo, where the fuck is this bread, my nigga?

Yo, I ain't got nothing for you, papi, I'm telling you.

- Where the fuck is the paper, man? - There's nothing here, papi.

- There's nothing here. - The fuck you mean nothing here, man?

I'm telling you, primo, I don't got nothing for you, man.

- Nothing. - The fuck you mean? Where's the bread at?!

I ain't got nothing for you, papa. You know I wouldn't lie, man.

My life is on the line, papa.

[ doorbell chimes ]

Who the fuck is that at the door?

[ chiming continues ]

Somebody was at the fucking door, but they left.

[ softly ] Yo, where the fuck is this paper at, man?

I got nothing for you, papi, I'm telling you.

I'm telling you the truth, man. Why would I lie to you?

- [ doorbell chimes ] - Who the fuck is at the door?

[ sighs ] Fuck...!

[ chiming continues ]

[ faintly ] Fuck.

[ chiming resumes ]

[ chiming continues ]

[ softly ] Yo, it's the same fucking chick

that was knocking on the door before.

Shit. What are we gonna do?

She keeps fucking coming back, man.

Yo, I think we're gonna have to

kick her down the fucking stairs, man.

- Kick her down the stairs? - Yeah, kick her down the fucking stairs, man.

Why don't we just drag her in here?

Because if we drag her in and she screams,

they're gonna hear her coming in here, my nigga.

They could call the fucking cops.

If we kick her down the stairs, then they're gonna think

that she screamed when she was falling down them shits, man.

So you're telling me we're gonna leave without nothing?

This will be your first fucking lesson, my nigga.

It's more important to get away with nothing

than to get caught with everything, my nigga.

Getting away is always our first fucking objective.

You're fucking lucky, papi.

We gotta get the fuck out of here.

- Yo, she fucking left. - Yes.

- Let's get the fuck up out of here. - My nigga.

[ bolt clicks ]

I'm telling you, Maggz, I keep hearing in the streets

those yardie niggas that Donovan's fucking with, son,

and that gun being down, son, ain't nothing to play with, son.

I don't know why niggas keep talking about that shit.

Homie violated, homie got dealt with-- that's what it's supposed to be.

Niggas ain't coming for them.

Miz ain't worried. Niggas don't give a fuck.

You see yardie niggas pulling up?

We're out here, right? Every day, right?

The homie Miz don't give a fuck.

They feel that way about Donovan, they free to express themselves.

That's coming from the homie mouth to yourself, my nigga.

Fuck out of here, let it die.

Niggas need to let that shit die, but you know what?

Dead issue. Say nothing, son.

I'm gonna go pick the food up. I ordered this shit

- and I need to grab the shit. - Niggas been taking long enough as is already, man.

- Yo! - Easy, brethren.

The man missed by a long shot, brethren.

We don't find the one to worry about.

It's the brethren named Miz, brethren.

[ muttering in Patois ]

Psh-hh. Yo, it took a lot to get up here, Black.

I know, but it's gonna be worth it.

Trust me, Rafe.

I know Miz be skeptical,

but my homie don't be bullshitting.

I hope not, man.

It's gonna take a lot to make this happen.

I mean, once we get in, it's gonna be smooth.

But getting in, that's gonna be the headache.

Yeah, but you figured it out already.

You said y'all going in through the terrace.

Yeah, I mean, that's what it's looking like.

That's the only thing that makes sense right now.

Maybe my homie can make a copy of the key.

No, no. That nigga would be the first fucking suspect, man.

We could find another way to get in to make that shit look more random.

I'm not as skeptical as Miz, man,

but I don't know your homie, my nigga.

Although you could vouch for his character,

- I can't. - What you mean by that?

You saying I fuck with rats?

Nah, nigga, I'm saying what I said.

You fuck with a dude that I don't know

and I ain't one for the back and forth, man,

- so we could just leave it at that. - It's all right.

- We're good, then. - Yeah, we're good, man.

I'm gonna brief the rest of these niggas, man,

and get them up to speed so that we can move forward.

So what are we talking as far as completing this

and bringing that paper home?

Soon. Real soon.

All right.

I don't know why I gotta call her so many times.

Like, come on, I just wanna see my daughter, man.

[ sighs ]

Yo, Cindy, man, stop sending me to voicemail.

I know you're ignoring my calls on purpose.

Like, yo, just pick up the phone.

I was just letting you know I got something for you, man.

I ran into some bread and I got something for you.

So call me back as soon as you can.

I was actually on my way to you now,

but you're not answering.

All right? All right.

Why do I gotta call her so many times?

[ phone rings ]

Yo, what's up?

- How much you got for me? - Damn, so much for small talk.

Tsk. Really, Kane? Don't waste my time.

Yeah, I got, like, a hundred.

[ scoffs ] A hundred dollars? You serious?

Look, I was just hoping I could see my daughter for a little bit, man,

swing by and see her real quick. Is that cool?

Whatever, Kane. I keep telling you this isn't gonna cut it.

But I guess I do need my hair done.

You need money for your hair?

I said "we" as in me and Bri.

- Oh, okay. - But seriously, though,

I feel bad telling Bri she got a deadbeat for a father

that don't love her enough to provide for her.

I don't want her heart open for some little boy.

Seriously, you need to man up, Kane.

Stop putting that mess in her head.

I got nothing but love for my daughter and you know that.

I love my daughter.

You love her? Do love pay the bills,

put food in her stomach, clothes on her back?

- No. - All right, all right, Cindy.

All right, whatever. All right, Cindy.

You got it. Look, what time can I come over?

That's what I thought.

- I'll be home by 9:00. - All right, cool. Say no more.

Yo, my bad I haven't been able to get up with you, my G.

My, um-- my kid's mom just got back to town yesterday

As soon as she got in town, we got to hooting and hollering.

- I ended up losing my voice and shit. - Nah, it's all good, my nigga.

- No biggie, man. - So how that thing with homie went?

Been hitting up his phone, but that dude ain't been picking up at all.

- [ scoffs ] I wonder why. - So everything went cool?

Yo, you ain't tell nobody I was gonna handle that, did you?

- Nah, not at all. - You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. What was the reason for me to--

Niggas can't be trusted, Buxx.

I ain't mad at homie, though. I mean, that nigga don't know me.

He don't owe me shit. And like you said, man,

you don't fuck with him like that, you know what I mean?

But if somebody that I know tried to line me up,

that, my nigga, that I need to know.

Yeah, I feel you, my G. I feel you.

[ silent ]

Hey, yo!

Sugar Kane!

You out of your fucking mind?

- You ain't hear me? - I ain't hear you, Mister.

You ain't hear me?

[ yelling ] You hear me now, motherfucker?

What the fuck you got for me today?

- Yo. - Yo, chill, Mister, chill.

What? Oh, you're getting brave?

I'll break your fucking face.

Oh!

You holding!

I was only looking for 20.

Please, Mister. Come on, I need that!

I need that, too.

You got change for a hundred? I'll give you 20.

What? Come on, man. That's for my daughter. Please?

Bad enough you're my son,

I gotta worry about your daughter, too?

Get the fuck out of here.

[ sighs ]

Yo, Mister.

Yo, Mister, come on, man!

- Please, I need that. - Get the fuck out of here, yo!

You don't respect your jaw!

Get the fuck out of here!

- Yo. - What's up, man?

Ain't shit. Trying to get that paper together.

Miz hollered at me, told me you got that fire.

I'm trying to get my hands on that before you dish it all out.

Fire or not, we're still not eating like that.

All that means is he gets his bread back quicker.

Well, I hollered at the nigga.

The nigga told me he's gonna start me off with that soft, too.

I mean, I get to "chef it up" and get my own extras.

What's good with that package, though? I know you're done already.

Nah, to come clean, shit's been kind of slow.

Slow? Nigga, we eatin' on the same streets?

- The fiends is out here. - Yo, you sure we got the same batch

'cause niggas is talking about my shit is weak.

Weak? Hell no, they cleaned me out quick.

I'm just waiting on your portion of the bread

to get to Miz so I can get some more.

Yo, as long as you've been fucking with this nigga

he don't trust you to get that chicken back to him?

It's not him, it's me.

I don't like doubling up on debts.

Whatever you say, Shane.

Just give me a couple more days.

Shit seems like it's starting to pick up.

Yo, man, this situation don't make no sense.

Whatever, just give me that bread ASAP.

I'm trying to make this shit happen, man.

Yo, I got you. Don't worry, it's under control.

All right, man. Look at this motherfucker Kane, man.

Yo, Kane, why the fuck you look like your dog died?

Fucking clown, yo.

- Where's life at, my G? - Ain't shit, my nigga.

Yo, I got up with this nigga, Black.

He showed me the fucking crib, I found a way in and everything.

So everything's a go, my nigga.

Yo, so you let your fucking knucklehead know

and tell that nigga not to jumping out the fucking window, man.

Nigga, you make sure you tell Mr. Softy

stay out of my way and we good, my nigga.

Yeah, all right. Whatever, nigga.

- I'm gonna hit the jet. - All right. Holler at me.

- [ phone rings ] - Fuck!

I don't know what to tell her.

Oh, shit.

[ music playing ]

♪ I get one for just coming, two to do a show ♪

♪ Can't wait for me to come on 'cause I does this, yo ♪

♪ I get one for me to come in, two to do a show ♪

♪ Can't wait for me to come on 'cause I run this show ♪

♪ New York is in the building ♪

♪ That's what's up, get up ♪

♪ Roll over niggas like monster trucks ♪

♪ Only here to click confusion ♪

♪ Better get your crews done ♪