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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 ]

[ faint beeping ]

[ cell phone rings ]

- Yo. - Black: Yo, Rafe. What's good?

I need you to get up with me, man. I got something real nice.

Word? Where you at?

- Come check me by the crib. - All right. Say no more.

I'm on my way to you now.

Shane: Yo, let me get an Arizona.

Man: Arizona?

Yo, get the fuck on the floor.

Get on the floor. Get on the floor.

Stay there.

Don't you fuckin' move.

- Rafe: Yo. - What's good?

Ain't shit, man.

After how you sounded the last time we spoke,

I ain't expect to hear from you so soon.

I ain't gonna front like I wasn't tight on the way things went down,

but that's the first time things didn't work out.

- I gotta give you that much. - What up, though?

A couple of things just fell on my lap.

Yeah? What's it looking like?

Two major locations. You can't fuck this up, Rafe.

Since when you know me for fuckin' up, Black?

- I'm just saying. - Let it go, nigga.

How long you gonna hold this shit over my head?

- All right, man. - What's up with the situation, though?

Peep this. I got this shorty that I fucks with

that work at one of them Pawn Rite spots.

You talking about the pawn shop joint?

- Yeah. - Okay, so what's up?

It can get got.

Man, that's a double-door situation, my dude.

They don't let the worker into the second door

until they buzz 'em through the first.

That's what be making them shit so hard to get in.

How about if I tell you the second door buzzer's broken?

- What? - Yeah, you heard me, my nigga.

The second door buzzer's broken.

So you telling me that all we gotta do is get through the first door?

- Yeah, and y'all in there. - Yo, where's this spot at?

It's on Utica and Clarendon,

but y'all gotta move ASAP.

I'm talking about hitting that shit,

like, tomorrow morning, my nigga.

Yo, you know I don't move that fast, Black.

Homework gotta be done.

Rafe, the locksmith is coming any day now

to fix that door, my nigga.

Yo, they ever been robbed before?

Not that I know of. I can't go and ask shorty,

'cause she don't even know that I do this.

She just happened to tell me about her work thing and mention it.

As soon as those words left her lips,

I throw to you, my nigga.

Yo, it's best if she don't know, man,

'cause if and when this shit do go down,

police are definitely gonna question her,

so it's best if she don't know nothin'.

So are you gonna be able to pull this off by tomorrow?

Yo, Black, it ain't gonna be easy, man.

I would need to watch them open at least once

- so I can know they protocol. - Already know how they open.

It's the owner and the worker.

Yeah, but I can't go in from jump.

If I catch them from outside, that's too risky.

Once we get inside, they got to put in security codes and shit.

Half an hour after they open, the next worker comes.

Mm. Yeah, that's where we can intercept,

but I'ma have to make sure that I'm in there already,

or I'ma have to go in with the worker.

You gonna have to let me know what the worker look like, though,

'cause I don't wanna make the mistake of going in there with a customer.

I can't keep going in and out. That's gonna look mad suspect.

Okay. Are we good, though?

Yeah, I'm about to call Miz

and we gonna go take a look at the spot, man,

and see if we can execute by morning.

It's not gonna me easy, but I'm on it, Black.

Don't let me down. I got two more jobs for you, too.

But we gotta knock this out so we can move on to the next.

Say no more. I'm on it.

I'm about to hit Miz now.

[ doorbell chimes ]

- Miz: What's up? - What's up?

What's that you watching?

I think it's "CSI."

- What's up? - Nothing. How's your morning?

It's all right. Where you been?

- Just chillin'. - Mm, okay.

Well, I just woke up not too long ago.

I'm tired, you know. Had to work last night,

and today I gotta pull a double, so...

I didn't know the club opened during the day.

Yes, it's open during the day.

You'd be surprised how many daytime customers we get.

I guess it's never too early for a drink

for some, huh?

Yeah, I guess.

Yo, can I ask you something?

Yeah, what's up?

So there's been this guy that's been hanging around the bar,

and, you know, he wanna take me out.

Okay.

If you don't want me to go, I won't go.

Yo, I'm not your keeper, Madison.

I told you from the jump, I don't want no relationship,

so I can't tell you who to date.

But what I can tell you is

be conscious of what you say and who you say it to.

'Cause dudes be picking female brains.

And don't ever mention me to anybody that you speak to.

So it's fine for another dude just to take me out?

- You don't care? - Do your thing.

So you don't care?

Yo, what does whether I care or not have to do with this?

- It has everything to do with it. - Yo, I don't understand,

'cause you ask me if I'm fine with letting you go out with dude,

but if you ain't want to do it,

you wouldn't even entertain the idea. You wouldn't even ask me.

Maybe because I care, and I wanna feel like

you give a fuck about me. How 'bout that?

Yo, I'm not doing this back-and-forth shit with you.

You know I'm not the one for the unnecessary BS.

Yo, let me know if you're trying to get into an argument

so I can bounce right now.

Look, I'm-- I'm not trying to argue, all right?

Just... anyway. What's going on with you?

Nothin'. Just chillin'.

That's always your answer, Miz.

You never tell me anything about what's going on with you.

Yo, what is there for me to tell you?

What do you want me to tell you?

Something. Anything.

You want me to make shit up?

Ain't nothing going on. I'm just chillin'.

You know I worry about you, Miz.

Chill, shorty. Everything cool.

What you need to be worryin' about anyway?

You, Miz. The way you live.

You know, you don't tell me nothin',

but the streets talk. I hear shit.

Stop listening to everything you hear.

I may not say anything, but I'm not stupid, Miz.

You don't carry a gun with you 24/7 for no reason.

Come on, Maddie, I'm good. Chill. Come here.

[ cell phone rings ]

- Yo, what up? - Yo, I need to get up with you.

- Where you at? - I'm in the sty right now.

We need to get together ASAP.

- What's up? - I got some food for us to eat, man,

but it's fourth quarter, 10 seconds on the clock.

So we gotta move fast, then.

- Exactly. - Where you at?

Meet me on Utica and Church, and I'll put you on.

I'm coming to meet you right now.

Yo, no, no, no. Where you going?

- Yo, I gotta go. - You just got here, Miz.

Yeah, I know that, but I got things to do right now.

Come on. This is what I'm talking about.

Yo, I'ma hit you up later.

- So What's up? - Yo, I just got up with the nigga Black, man.

He talkin' about he got something for us.

What is it? The pawn shop?

My nigga, that's a double-door situation.

Makes it harder to get in there.

I'm already way ahead of you, my nigga.

He talkin' about the second door up in that motherfucker is broken.

- Nigga, what? We in there. - Yep.

Shit, nigga. That's gonna be like taking candy from a baby.

A rich baby at that, man.

But the only thing is, we got to move ASAP.

'Cause Black talkin' about he don't know how soon

they gonna get that second door fixed.

- What's ASAP? - I'm talking, like, by, like, the AM, my nigga.

Shit. Did you check out the surveillance situation?

Nah, not yet, man. I was waiting till you came,

you know what I mean? So we can go peep that shit now.

- So let's go. - All right.

Man, that shit is sweet.

Yo, all depending on if what this nigga Black is saying is true,

this shit should be a simple one-two-three.

All the surveillance is overhead,

so we don't even need no masks.

Snap-backs should be fine. We just can't look up.

Yo, what you thinkin'? You think we gonna need some more heads?

All depending, man.

It depend how many customers they got in there

and who walks in, but we might.

Yo, I'ma holler at this nigga Kane, man.

This shit look like it's gonna be easy.

Here you go again with this nigga. I'ma hit up Shane, man.

Damn, son. One camera...

[ cell phone rings ]

Damn, son.

[ rings ]

Damn, what the fuck am I gonna tell him?

What I'ma tell him? What I'ma tell him?

Gotta get this bread.

I'm not answering his call. Fuck!

[ sighs ] Damn.

Shit. He ain't pick up.

Yo, listen, man, hit that nigga up.

Let that nigga know what's going on.

- Tomorrow morning, we move. - I got you.

- All right. - Hit me.

All right.

- [ cell phone rings ] - Shane: Can't answer this shit.

I can't answer. I can't answer.

Fuck! Fuck. Fuck. I gotta get this bread.

Gotta get this bread. I gotta get this bread.

Yo, so what's up with this nigga Shane, man?

- Where he at? - I been calling this nigga all night.

He ain't got back to me.

Fuck it. Everything happens for a reason.

'Cause I thought about it late last night, man.

We can just do this shit on our own, yo.

All right.

Only thing left to do now is wait for shorty to come.

All right, we just kill time here.

Say no more.

- Yo, that's homie right there. - Miz: Shit. Let's go.

Play the back.

[ coughs ]

[ alarm beeps ]

Nobody fuckin' move. Where the fuck is the bathroom?

Where's the bathroom? Get in the bathroom.

Get in the fuckin' bathroom.

Where y'all phones? Give me y'all phones.

Give me y'all phones. Give me your fuckin' phone.

Where your phone at? You ain't got no phone?

Get in the bathroom.

[ clattering ]

This is bullshit, nigga.

What you gonna get for this shit?

Relax, man.

Yo, get on the fuckin' floor.

- Fuck, man. - Shit.

Aw, come on, man.

[ cash register rings ]

[ whispering ]

[ till rings ]

Yo, we out.

Rafe ain't here to save you now, "Sugar Kane."

What do you want, Mister?

Who the fuck you think you talking to?

Why you can't just leave me alone, yo?

Oh, you trying to grow some balls, bitch?

The fuck you got for me today?

Yo, I ain't got nothin' for you.

What? You don't respect your jaw.

Your jaw's screaming to your brain

to shut the fuck up.

I'ma wire your shit.

What the fuck you got for me today?

I told you you was gonna pay double.

[ cans clattering ]

Motherfucker, you trying to get brave?

Yo, chill, Mister. You got it.

Nah, you don't tell me when I got it or not.

The fuck you got for me?

Yo, chill. Chill, man.

Come on, man.

Ha ha! Again!

This is my 40 right here.

Get the fuck up. Fuck up.

Yo, just leave me alone, man.

Go get my 40 from the store, little motherfucker.

- What? - Nah, fuck that.

- You gonna take me to the store. - How?

On your back, motherfucker!

Yo, that's 160 grand, my nigga.

I ain't gonna front, though, man.

We played that shit mad close.

I know, my nigga. The cops were right outside.

Yeah, man, that shit coulda went either way.

That shit make a nigga think sometimes.

All it had me thinking about it would have been a bang out.

Yeah, win, lose, or draw,

that shit definitely would have been a bang out, man.

But ain't no time to think about what didn't occur.

But, yo, when I kicked it with this nigga Black, though,

he told me it was two major situations.

- What's the other one? - Man, that nigga ain't even wanna say much, man.

He was still tight about that other jux

that Shane and Kane fucked up on.

He's still stuck on that shit?

Yeah, man, but this shit right here

should definitely make this shit right.

160 grand-- split that shit three ways?

Yeah, that's over 53 Gs each.

Yo, my nigga, you should go half on a bird with me.

It's going for 40 right now.

All you got to do is put up a dub.

Man, I'm good, Miz. I rob, my nigga.

So until the day that I can't rob no more

or shit get too hot...

I hear you, my nigga. Just in case you change your mind.

I doubt it.

- [ knock on door ] - Miz: All right.

I'm about to use the bathroom.

Yo, do me a solid. Grab the door for me.

I got you.

What's good?

Yo, you ain't gonna believe what happened.

- What the fuck? - Yo, you missed a mil, nigga.

I tried to contact you last night, but you ain't hit me back,

so I just decided to move forward without you.

Fuck, yo. And I seen the missed call too, man.

- Just so much shit happening. - What happened?

Yo, this nigga Mister, Rafe. But, yo, how much is that?

Yo, let me see what this nigga want.

I'll be right back.

All right, man.

Yo, what up?

Yo, my nigga, you sure it's a good idea

to let this nigga see all this paper?

- Kane good, my nigga. - Yo, my nigga,

I'm used to us keeping shit like this between us.

I don't know what the fuck is going on over there.

Yeah, but him and Shane were supposed to come with us on this lick.

If they woulda came, he'd have seen all of that.

I hear you.

Yo, he good, my nigga. Come on.

All right.

Yo, you already know what it is.

It's your boy, Kane, AKA "Bread Man,"

and I'm sitting on top of racks on top of racks.

Ladies, holler at me, and I ain't talkin' Chipotle.

- I'm talkin'-- - Yo, you see this shit?!

Yo, Kane, what the fuck are you doing?

Yo, this like, a hundred likes on Instagram, baby.

Give me this shit, man.

You see what the fuck I'm talking about, right?

Yo, son, what are you doing?

- I was just-- - You see this shit?

- Yo, chill, Miz. - My nigga, you on your own.

I'm out. I'll collect my ends tomorrow.

Yo, Kane, what the fuck is this?

Fuckin' Instagram?

I was just doing it for the 'Gram. My fault.

Yo, this ain't no fuckin' movie, man.

I got it.

[ sighs ]

- Yo. - Yo, what up, my nigga?

Ain't shit. I'm out here trying to get this paper.

Well, you know it's out here.

Especially with that fire shit Miz be giving you.

- That's not what I'm talking about. - What you mean?

My nigga, like spots, or anybody holding?

Hold up. Let me get this straight.

You went from being a drug dealer

to a motherfuckin' stick-up kid?

- My nigga, everybody robs. - Oh, excuse me, Billy the Kid.

But, nah, I ain't got the drop on nobody, man.

I'm out here trying to make a dollar

out of 15 cent. I don't take money.

I'm too skinny to rob, my nigga.

[ rings ]

Yo, you ducking niggas and shit, Shane?

- Answer your phone. - Nah, man.

That's some chick that's stalking me.

I'm about to put that bitch on the block list.

Damn, Shane. You got it like that?

These bitches be on you, my nigga. You the man.

Whatever, my nigga.

Yo, you seeing this nigga, uh, Leon recently?

Nah, I ain't see that nigga,

but when I do see him, I got something for his ass.

Word. We can't have this nigga running around

talking about you pussy. That shit getting me tight.

You better do something about that shit. Word.

[ gun pops ]

Fuck!

[ laughing ]

Yo, Leon. Yo, Leon. Hold up.

Yo, Leon. Yo, wait, my nigga.

What the fuck is wrong with your man?

What's wrong with my man? I don't know, my nigga,

but that nigga tried to split your fucking wig, B.

Gonna have to settle this shit, Tai.

Over a fucking zip of kush?!

Me settle it? Nigga, ain't you from Brownsville?

- Yeah, so what? - "Brownsville, never ran, never will"?

Clearly you just ran, my nigga.

All right. That's how he giving it up? That's how he playing?

I got his ass. Got his ass good.

Yeah, you better do something, my nigga,

'cause that nigga trying to clip you, B.

You better handle yours.

Yeah, man. Deniro, what it is, man?

Yo, already boy on that grind, man.

Just-- just out here.

Phone's jumping off like crazy.

I already know. You know you, man.

Your parties be lifting, from what I'm hearing.

Y'all gotta come out for me, man.

Monday-- this Monday, the 27th.

October 27th. Club Zamba Rio.

It's right there on Atlantic and Miller.

And I got some nice girls in there too.

You know y'all VIP. I ain't gonna have you stand on the line or none of that.

[ siren wailing ]

That's that fuckin' fire truck.

[ siren wails ]

Fire! Yo, you know what?

I'ma shoot over here to the barber shop.

You about to go get a cut or some shit?

Maggz, gotta stay fresh, boy.

I dig, I dig, I dig. Say no more.

- You know you, man. - Little spot right here.

My man, he get busy. So I'ma pull up over here.

If you want me to drop you, I'll drop you, or you can take the ride.

I'ma take the ride with you. We go strong.

All right, let's do it. There go the shop right here.

See if my nigga inside.

- Shit, son! - Yo, what's up, son?

Shit ain't 'bout shit, my nigga.

- Listen, you gonna get your cut? - Deniro: Yeah.

- Right now? - Yeah.

All right? Go get your cut. Park up, my nigga.

My son ain't got nobody in the chair.

I'ma be in and out, man. You good, though, right?

I'm right here. I got to make a few phone calls.

Know what I'm saying? That's it, just--

go get your cut, my nigga. Deniro, don't take long, my nigga.

Maggz, I'm in and out. My nigga does-- he doesn't have anybody.

- All right, cool, cool, cool. - Just relax. I got you.

All right, son.

Yeah, just park right here, my nigga. I'm right here. Feel me?

Freshen up, get me a cut, man.

After this we gonna get a drink, boy.

- Maggz: You all right? - Yep, just hit my jacket.

Just don't take long, nigga. I gotta make my phone calls, nigga.

Fuck all that. Shit is fuckin' crazy, son.

I can't believe I seen these niggas, son. [ sighs ]

Mami, can I get a eggroll?

- [ woman speaking ] - All right. Thank you.

[ cell phone rings ]

- Hello? - Yo, my nigga.

I found these niggas, my nigga.

- Who? - Them dread niggas.

- My nigga, where at? - This barbershop, man,

I followed my homie to, my nigga.

I'm ready to jump out and get with some niggas right now, my nigga.

Nah, nah, nah. We gotta do this the right way.

You sure? Pshh... All right, Miz. All right.

All right. I'm posted, though, my nigga.

I'm waiting for this nigga to come out the shop right now.

Nah, chill, my nigga. We gonna dust these niggas.

All right. All right.

Boy. All right, cool.

Let's fuckin' ride, boy.

- Ain't take long. - Yo.

- That dread nigga over there. - What about him?

Them niggas always be over there?

That nigga look familiar, son. Like one of my homies.

Yeah, he get around. He be out all the time.

I think they own the spot too.

You talking about the one with the black hoodie on?

I mean, all them niggas look familiar, though.

Yeah, he be out here all the time.

- Word? - Niggas own the little spot right there.

Look like one of my homies from the sides.

Swear he look like one of my homies from the sides, my nigga.

- Damn, son. - All right.

[ 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 ♪