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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 ]

[ music playing ]

Tai: My nigga, that bitch-ass was phat, my nigga.

That shit was, like, two melons, my nigga.

That bitch had the titties

of a motherfucking Amazon princess, my nigga.

Yo, one of them little, tight snakeskin dresses on, bro.

What, it looked like she was standing out when she was sitting down?

- Tai: You don't even know. - [ phone rings ]

I almost fucked around and went sushi on the bitch.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

- Yo? - Yo, what up?

Ain't shit. I'm out here, man.

All right, but I'm not gonna be able to make it to you.

I'm gonna need you to come see me.

I came up off some work.

I'ma drop the number and I got some white for you, too.

Nigga, you know I want some of that soft.

Yo, I hope you know how to chef

and if you don't, let somebody do it for you,

- 'cause you could lose a lot. - Shane: Nah, nigga,

my whip game crazy, don't worry about that.

- All right, what time? - Is 6:00 cool?

All right, 6:00 is cool.

Just hit my jack before you get ready to leave.

So I'ma let you know where to meet me at.

All right, cool. Say no more.

All right. Later.

All right.

Oh, so you're about to get some work, huh?

Yeah, man. My man Miz is about to holler at me later on.

He told me he's got something good for me.

Oh, word? He's about to hit you with some soft, too, huh?

Damn, "Federal agent" Tai.

The fuck you asking all these questions for?

Ain't you about to do your own thing?

So that's how you gonna treat me?

I'm not your boy no more, my nigga?

- You don't fuck with me? - My nigga, last time we spoke,

you said you doing your own thing.

So it's all or nothing, huh?

All right, my nigga, you win.

Miz about to hit me up with some soft. You happy now?

Pssh. Whatever, nigga.

[ claps ]

Hey, yo. What up?

You ready to come to Flatbush, nigga?

- Man, you stupid key-- - Oh, shit.

- You all right? - [ sighs ]

- Jessica: I'm fine. - Are you sure?

Why does it matter to you if I'm fine or not?

Damn, why it gotta be all that?

- I was just trying to be of help. - You know what?

You're right. I had a long day at work.

- I apologize. - It's cool. I understand.

I mean, we all have days like those. But the job is the job.

They don't pay you for your time at home, do they?

- Of course not. - Exactly, so leave work at work.

It'll all be there when you get there tomorrow, trust me.

What's that, a smile?

You live out here?

You ask a lot of questions.

But yeah, I do.

That's funny 'cause I've never seen you out here before.

If I did, I know I woulda remembered.

- Yeah, me? - Yeah.

Well, I just moved out here not too long ago,

but besides work, I'm in the house, so where would you see me?

Am I supposed to stand in front of the building?

That's not what I mean.

So what do you mean, mister...?

Rafe. My name's Rafe.

- Rafe. - And your name is?

I'm Jessica.

Nice to meet you, Jessica.

- What do you do? - What do you mean?

Where do you work? Your employer, your job?

- Um... - Hmm.

So, you're into what, scams, drugs?

- [ scoffs ] - Why it gotta be all that?

The way you paused.

You know, you really shouldn't make assumptions.

I shouldn't make assumptions,

but I have a right to have a preference, right?

Look, I don't want a street guy.

[ sighs ] I work construction.

So why was it so hard for you to say that?

Usually, when people ask that question,

they're looking for a specific title.

Like, if I asked you what do you do, you would say...

I'm an administrative assistant.

Exactly. I don't have a title.

I do pretty much everything on the work site.

So therefore, that question

- is always really hard for me to answer. - Makes sense.

- It was nice meeting you. - Wait.

What?

I mean, you said you're new out here,

so it couldn't hurt to have a friend, right?

I'm sure that being my friend is not your goal here.

I don't believe in expectations, Jessica.

They lead to disappointments.

Everybody can use a friend, right?

- So what are you asking? - I'm asking for you

to put my number in your phone and press "call."

I guess I could do that.

But first, you have to promise me one thing.

- What's that? - You've got a job, which is good,

but you have to promise me you're not crazy.

- I promise. - Okay.

- What's up, Leon? - Oh, shit, what up, my nigga?

Fuck's that bread you owe me?

- What bread I got for you? - That 450 from that ounce I gave you.

Oh, shit, man. I totally forgot about that, man.

My nigga, cut your bullshit, man.

- Just give me my fucking 450. - Damn, my nigga,

I ain't even got that on me right now, man.

Fuck you mean, nigga? I've been waiting for your shit.

Chill, chill, son, listen.

I got these two gift cards. There's $500 on them each.

Know what I mean? Could hold you down.

Nigga, what the fuck am I supposed to do with that? I don't know shit about that.

Shane, this is good as cash. These are gifts.

You can use them at the clothing store,

jewelry store, anywhere you want, man.

Fuck it, man, just give me the cards.

Ho-ho-hold on, man.

This is a rack right here-- 500 on each card.

I'd be crazy if I gave you this shit for 450.

So what the fuck, Leon? My nigga, you're really starting to get me tight.

Chill, my nigga. Give me $200 at least.

This is a thousand dollars on this card.

You're making 800 off your 450. Let me live, man!

- 800? - Yeah, my nigga.

You basically gettin' 350 for free.

You can go buy some Js or something with that.

Fuck it, man. Give me the cards.

One, two.

- We good, right? - Whatever, nigga.

[ voices overlapping ]

How'd I know I was gonna find you here?

[ laughs ] No, for real, you scared the shit out of me.

You can't be running up on me like that.

Who you hiding from?

- Hiding? Please, I'm a good girl. - Yeah, whatever, Chyna.

- How the baby, though? - She's good.

You know, she just started kindergarten.

Already? Damn, time flies.

Tell me about it. I feel like she was just born yesterday.

You getting old, Chyna.

- And you ain't? - Yeah, whatever, man.

What's up with this Cash situation, though?

You ain't falling in love with this dude, are you?

Falling in love? This is strictly a business relationship.

No emotions involved. I can't say the same for him, though.

- Yeah? - Yeah, you know,

he's been liking my pics, leaving emojis,

and he don't even be on the 'Gram like that.

Oh, let me find out you're feeling special, Chyna.

Oh, whatever.

[ chuckles ] Seriously, though, man. You been in the crib yet?

Nah. You know, we went out a couple times.

Um, he tried to bring me to the telly.

I looked at him like he was fucking crazy.

How long do you think it's gonna take, though?

Do you think he's even gonna bring you to the crib?

Yeah, I think so,

but this might take some time.

You're gonna have to be a little bit patient.

Let me find out you're losing your touch.

You think it's easy trying to lure a dude in

without giving him any buns?

You're still telling these dudes

that you're a born-again virgin?

- Duh. - Pssh, say no more.

Yo, mama, make this happen.

Trust me, it's gonna be worth it,

- I'm telling you. - All right, I got you, Rafe.

All right, I'm ordering something.

Where the waitress at?

[ music playing ]

Yo, um, what's the best you can do for those?

It's 250, but for you? Give me 200 flat.

- My man. - Just the kicks?

- Yeah, just the kicks. - 200.

- All right, I got a gift card. - A gift card?

- Yeah. - All right, that's cool.

- Money on it, right? - Yeah.

- Man: Got this in a seven? - Better be money on it.

Seven? I don't think so.

- Nah, they're Cushes. - Man: See what I'm saying?

Bro, there ain't no money on this.

- What the fuck, man? - Sorry, bro.

Hold on. Try this one.

- Same thing. - You sure?

- Nothing on this, bro. - You sure there's nothin' on it?

- I promise you. - [ huffs ]

What you wanna do?

I got it. Don't worry about it. I got it.

[ mutters ] I'ma fucking kill this nigga. Fuck.

[ woman speaking Patois ]

- What's up? - Yo, five more minutes, my nigga,

I was about to dip on your ass.

My nigga, I just got caught up on my way here.

Man, you're bugging. You got me standing out here this whole time, my nigga,

I got a gun on me, work, a shitload of charges on me.

- Man, why don't you stash it? - Stash what?

The hammer, the work.

Yo, what's the purpose of having a gun if it's not on you, little nigga?

What, niggas run up on me right now, what the fuck am I gonna tell them?

"Wait, give me a second while I go get my gun"?

I hear you, my nigga.

Man, let's step in the building so I can give you this work.

All right.

Yo, nigga, you got it?

I told you I'm good out here, Miz.

Yo, even after the other night I told you to have it on you,

you're still walking around here naked?

My nigga, how you even feel comfortable without having it?

Shit isn't as crazy as you say it is out here, Miz.

Yo, I wouldn't chance it

and I wouldn't recommend you to chance it either,

but you a grown-ass man. I can't force you.

- I'm good, Miz. - Yo, you hardheaded, you know that?

- Not even. - Whatever, little nigga.

Yo, I give you a zip of that soft

and the number is 30. There go your start-up, little nigga.

- 30? - Yeah.

More than enough room for start-up money.

I pass my blessing to the next.

Make sure you chef that up and there go your start.

- No doubt, man. I really appreciate this. - Ain't nothing, my nigga.

Stash that, though.

[ car horn honks ]

- Yo? - What's up, boy?

- That shit was a troop, man. - It's a troop because your ass never leave Far Rock.

There's a whole world outside that shit, you know?

Whatever, nigga. This shit better be worth it.

It is gonna be worth it, Pete. We gonna split that shit

right down the middle. Son should be pullin' up around, like, 7:00.

It's about 6:00-somethin' now. What homie look like?

He's some little short, dark-skinned nigga with dreads.

- You brought the grip? - No, nigga.

I'm gonna rob the nigga with my thumb.

The fuck you think? Came all the way to Flatbush

without my hammer? I don't trust these Brooklyn niggas.

Oh, you got the strap. Good, good.

Where you want me to catch him at?

I'm thinkin', like, right in the buildin' over there.

Shit should be one-two-three. Yo, listen, Keen.

Do not let that nigga slide.

Get that cash and whatever else work he got on him.

Nigga, I ain't come out here for my health.

He better have everything 'cause I'm takin' everything

and if he try to fight, I'm leaving that nigga right where he stand.

Nigga, I don't give a fuck if you give that nigga the whole clip.

Just make sure you get that cash.

- I got this homie fool. - All right.

- We out. - Yo.

Damon, open the door!

Damon?

Don't tell me this nigga's not here.

[ sighs ]

I know he did not have me come

all the way over here and he's not here!

Damon!

This some fuckin' bullshit! [ scoffs ]

Fuck wrong with you, man?

What took you so long to answer the door, Damon?

This the motherfuckin' trap house,

you sittin' out here screamin' my government.

- [ scoffs ] - You call me "Choppa."

Jessica calls you "Damon." Why can't I call you "Damon"?

One, you ain't Jessica.

- Two, 'cause I motherfuckin' said so. - [ scoffs ]

- Man, get your ass in here, man. - [ sighs ]

- You out your fuckin' mind? - You don't respect your jaw.

You hear me now, motherfucker!

What the fuck you got for me today?

- I'll break your fuckin' face! - How much you got for me?

[ sighs ] What the fuck?

- Please, I need that. - Get the fuck outta here, yo.

- [ voices overlapping ] - Fuck!

[ sighs ]

- [ phone clatters ] - Fuck it!

[ bottle rattles ]

[ scoffs ] How long we gotta be here?

What's up with you, shorty?

I'm just ready to go to your crib.

I don't even wanna sit down in here. What the fuck?

Look, we 'bout to peel. Just gimme a second.

But what's up with Jessica, though?

Same shit. Always partying.

Trying to get me up in niggas' faces, you know?

The other night when I was with you, she was texting me

all crazy trying to get me to meet at some party.

Homegirl really need to chill, yo.

Huh. Shit don't change at all.

It will never change. She will never change.

Now that's crazy.

But you know, you don't have to worry about that,

you got me.

You don't gotta worry about her bullshit ever.

Well, let's get outta here, though.

Pardon me, homie.

You know where Building 31 at?

- Yeah, right here, my nigga. - Appreciate it.

- I got the keys. - Appreciate it.

Get the fuck over there!

You know what this is, nigga. You ain't no fuckin' fool.

You ain't no fool. Get the fuck on the floor!

Get the fuck on the floor, nigga.

- What the fuck you got? - I don't got nothin'.

- Yes, you do. What the fuck you got? - I don't got shit.

- What the fuck you got? - [ rattling ]

Yes, you do. I knew you was lyin' to me, nigga.

- What else you got? - I don't got nothin'.

Yes, you do. You got more shit.

You got more shit, bitch-ass nigga.

Oh, yeah. You got somethin.' What else you got?

- What else you got, nigga? - I don't got nothin'.

You lyin' to me, huh? Yes, you do.

You got more shit, nigga. What else you got?

- What else? - You took my fuckin' bread and my work.

- I don't got nothin' else. - You got somethin' else, nigga.

You better not be lyin' to me.

Yeah, you don't, nigga. You don't.

Stay there, nigga. Stay there

or I'ma blow your fuckin' head off.

Stay there!

Fuck. [ fist thumps ]

[ sighs ]

Fuck!

[ sighs ] Fuck!

[ slaps hands, sighs ]

[ car horn honks ]

My nigga!

- What's up? - What up, Black?

Yo, man, you got the snake on my back, man.

When y'all think y'all gonna be done?

Hold your horses. You can't rush these kinda things.

But last time we talked you said you was ready to move forward, man.

We are, but the timing needs to be right.

Yeah, man, but yo, this nigga's hittin' me up every day.

I'm runnin' outta things to tell him.

Yo, tell your man to be easy. He did what he had to do.

- He need to just let us do us, man. - Sure.

- I got faith in you, man. - Dude, tell your man he good.

- Just be patient, man. I got you. - All right.

- We gonna eat that food, man. - All right. I got you.

- Let's go get a drink. - Black: Say no more.

- Mm-mm-mmm! - What?

- Nothin'. - Nah, for real. What?

Every time I see you, you look better and better.

- Is that so? - What? Isn't it obvious?

- Do I look like a mind-reader? - Don't read my mind. Read my lips.

If I followed every nigga's words, I would be very lost by now.

You know I'll find you.

Okay, Cash. I see you're on your full mack-daddy vibe tonight.

Anyways, we gonna get something to eat?

Sure. What you in the mood for?

I don't know. Surprise me.

[ engine starts, signal chimes ]

- Wha' goin', Fresh? - Wha' goin', brethren?

Yo, you free up tonight?

I can free up. What do you plan?

Yo, man, my gun is at lukewarm right now.

Them things that tell me it's been too long

since we touched those Flatbush roads, you know.

So me wanna go 'round there, and take a journey

and see wha' goin' tonight.

Brethren, me don't just say to be annoying

but in the case here, satisfaction only comes

from the result, not the effort.

You done shoot and miss already.

You may not get a chance to shoot and miss again.

We do road tonight, you have to follow my lead, brethren.

Yes, my general. Me can follow your lead.

You lead the way. You be the eyes.

Yo, brethren. Tonight we have to mark an "X" for the youth.

Yo, them pussy, they're dead tonight, my youth.

My brethren. Say nothing. Done and over.

- Follow me. We can deal with it, now. - Here we go.

[ tires skidding ]

- [ car door opens ] - [ gunshots pop ]

Reporter: Police are investigating a double shooting in Brooklyn.

So far, no arrests have been made.

[ silent ]

[ latch clicks ]

Yo, you say you need to speak to me.

- What's up? - You didn't see the news last night, my nigga?

- Nah, what's up? - Somebody bodied Tes!

- What? - Yeah, my nigga, he got hit, like, eight times.

- What? - My nigga, some lady found him slumped!

They found a grip not too far from the body

so he probably was dumpin' at them niggas.

I hope that nigga got the chance to hit one of them motherfuckers at least.

but who the fuck this nigga beefin' with out here?

Nobody, as far as I know.

He was never out there like that, but he was with another nigga

that picked up two shots.

So I don't know if it was duke drama or not.

- Who that nigga that picked up? - That shit buggin' me out!

Since I found out the news, I been tryin' to figure that shit out!

Nah, niggas don't get shot eight times without reason, Maggz.

We gotta find out who that other nigga is.

He's our only link to finding out what happened.

Yo, we gotta get to the bottom of this.

Until then, my nigga, stay strapped

and keep both eyes open.

[ 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 ♪