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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 ]

- Yo, she ain't come yet? - Nah, not yet, man.

Still waiting. But, yo, I sent them little blue joints up top.

Oh, yeah? What'd that come out to?

Shit, them shit came out to almost 4,000.

That's damn near 100,000 for us to split up.

Yeah, man, seein' is believin', man.

You just let me know when that bread ready.

That shit take a few weeks, but it won't be that long.

Mm, no doubt. Just keep me posted.

Yo, my nigga, you could've fucking came to the crib with me

- and help me count those up. - Yo, I told you, Miz,

I ain't had no interest in that.

I don't know nothing about that.

Had no desire to sit there and count no pills.

I hear you, but once you see that bread come back, you'll understand.

Yeah, yeah, whatever, Miz.

Yo, what happened with that work we caught last time?

- You need help moving it? - Oh, nah, man.

I got, like, 500 grams of that off, man.

- I'm still sitting on ends. - My nigga, you got rid of half a bird?

Mr. "I'm not a drug dealer"? I see you!

Yeah, man, I got, you know, some of my peoples

to take work from me whenever I come across some.

You know I got a plug, right?

Yo, why are you telling me this, Miz?

Yo, my nigga, 'cause if you fuck with me,

we could take it straight to the top.

More than a nigga that I know is official,

I need a nigga I can trust. If my plug front me,

I'm not trying to leave two, three birds with just anybody.

Yeah, I hear you, man,

but sorry to tell you like I always tell you, man,

this ain't my angle, it's not my thing,

- it's not my lane. - I hear you, my nigga.

Just think about it. But I know it's not your thing.

Fuck it. Stick to what you know, man.

Exactly, man.

Joe!

Oh, shit, Rafe. It's been a minute.

What's going on, man? How are you, man?

How's the fam? How's your moms, your pops?

They're good, everybody's good. How are you?

I'm good, man. I'm out here doing what I do, man.

- How's the job? - Everything's great.

I just got promoted, so I'm a manager now.

Oh, yeah? Yo, congrats, man.

You know, you always did have your head screwed on right.

The hardest thing in this world to do

is to go right when everybody's going left.

I mean, these streets ain't for me.

Everybody can be book smart, but not everybody's street smart.

Definitely, man. But, yo, speaking about people not being street smart,

- they hiring at your job? - A job for who?

- For you? - Nah, man.

Not for me. Ain't nothing wrong with a 9:00 to 5:00,

but that's really not for me right now.

- I'm talking about for Kane. - Does he have any experience

in sales, customer service?

I'm not sure what kind of experience he has,

but he's not a dumb dude, man. He could learn anything pretty fast.

You know, I just got this manager's position,

so it looks kind of crazy for me to vouch for someone

that has absolutely no experience.

Yeah, I get where you're coming from, man.

Yo, just do me a favor, man.

If you hear anything, if anything comes up,

- please let me know. - All right, I'll keep him in mind

- if anything pops up. - All right, definitely, man.

Um, it's good seeing you, though, bro.

- All right, see you. - He really needs a gig, man,

- so please. - All right, man.

[ phone rings ]

- Yo? - Hey, what's up? I'm in the lobby.

All right.

Yo, she in the lobby.

- Miz: What's up? - Hey, what's up?

What's up, Chyna? You said you had to speak to us?

Yep. Mission accomplished.

for the "accomplished," you got a visual

or you just heard him speak on it?

Well, I went to the crib.

I was outside when we he went in to grab something,

- but I went. - So you didn't get inside of the house?

You didn't get a chance to see who lives there,

if he lives with a girlfriend, baby moms, kids?

I doubt he lives with anybody.

I didn't go inside, but like I said,

- I went to the crib. - And what does that mean?

It means why would he bring me to the crib with his girlfriend inside?

Come on, Chyna. I swear sometimes

I forget that you're a female.

Some of these dudes will do every and anything

to get in a woman's pants.

Until you get into the crib,

you haven't gotten into the crib.

Sitting in the car outside, it's so close,

but it's also so far.

All right, Rafe. But the bottom line is

I went to the crib. I know where it's at.

- Where is it? - It's a big, white house by Brooklyn College.

And you're sure that that's his crib?

Positive. We was eating, he got a phone call.

I heard him say that he had to go to his house,

pick something up and drop it off,

and he asked me to go along for the ride, so I went.

What was it that he picked up from his crib?

I couldn't really tell,

but whatever it was, it was in a small duffel bag.

And where did he drive it to?

He took it to a crib in Queens.

I mean, he told me to wait inside the car.

I did, it was a matter of five minutes before he came back out.

Did he come out the crib with anything?

Mm, no, not that I could see.

All right, so, yo, we got a possible, Miz.

So now all we gotta do is follow-up

and make sure that that's his crib.

All right, this is the address for you.

All right, mama. Keep doing what you do.

Keep trying to find out as much info as possible.

- Me and Miz, we're gonna be on it. - All right, I got y'all.

- Rafe: All right. - Miz: Later. Good night.

- All right, I'll see you later. - Miz: See y'all in a few minutes.

[ meows ]

What goin', BR? How you sleep?

Sleep? Me cannot sleep.

Every time me try to sleep, me hear the gunshots in my head,

which means my dog's gone, which makes me feel like me gonna murder.

Tell you the truth, then I wonder when I might die, you know?

- So it blood you want? - Blood is not what me want, but it's what me need.

You don't know Miz's face, but you know the way the next one looks.

Yeah, man. There's another named Maggz.

It's him that fired that loose shot

at me and Fresh, we buck him up the other day.

Yeah? That is enough for him pay with him life.

- You know which part him staying? - Can find them still.

- And me, I for gonna show you. - Yeah?

I me need you for this part. Me take care of him, you hear?

Nah, sir. In things in this matter

we wanna find the boy, Maggz

and make him tell where his partner Miz at.

And once we're done getting the information,

you can do anything you wanna do to him, brethren.

That makes all the sense in the world.

However, we need for end this now.

The longer this road, the more people are gonna drop.

We need for end this now, you know, G.

Me for run back a Yard with Yardie,

either carrying him or beside him.

This will take too long. We don't have much time, you know?

Brethren, time is of the essence.

But we have to do this quick and smart, brethren.

One single strike, not gonna miss, me.

I tell you, ain't no doubt.

Brethren, everything are gonna connect, brethren.

[ singing ]

Oh.

Rafe.

What's up, V?

[ Haitian accent ] Oh, why I not see you?

Why you not coming to the house?

Your daughter is always asking for you, man.

I'ma come by the house, V.

I've just been really busy, man.

You're busy? You're busy like..,

you're doing, like, how?

You busy selling the crack?

Here we go, man. You know I don't do that stuff, V.

- I don't sell no drugs, man. - Well, you have to do something.

You know, I don't see--

you know, you don't have a job,

but you're always in the good clothes and, you know?

- Yeah, that's got-- - You don't have a job? What you do, eh?

- How do you take care of yourself? - I get by doing what I do, V.

Oh, yeah? Huh?

Rafe, be careful with it,

because you know the police,

they get the people and they shoot them all the time, oui?

Nah, I'm good, I'm good, V, man.

- Nothing to worry about. - Yes, sir.

Rafe, please.

You know the police.

Okay, you have a pistol on you right now?

Honestly, yeah, I got a pistol on me, man.

Oh, yeah? Okay.

I don't want the police to come in to take you in the knee--

they take me, too. I don't like that.

Okay, so take care of yourself, okay?

Give your life to God. Jesus is coming soon, son.

- God bless. - All right, V.

Yeah. Adye.

[ sighs ]

- Shane, what up? - What up, nigga?

Nah, man, the question is, what up with you?

I came to check you, man, 'cause the other day was crazy.

I ain't gonna front, I thought you was gonna die.

Nah, man, I'm good.

It went straight through. It went in and out.

I cleaned it, wrapped it.

I should be a hundred percent in, like, a week or two.

Shit, I ain't gonna front. That shit bugged me out.

Plus, I had to hold the gun outside.

I don't know how y'all guys do it.

Yo, man, you might've been scared,

but at the end of the day you still pulled it off

and I really appreciate it, man.

It ain't a problem, man. I'm just glad I could help.

Yo, man,

I know I be hard on you, Kane.

That's my bad.

- You're all right with me. - Yo, it's cool, man.

I don't take it personal. Everybody gives me a hard time.

You all right with that?

I know that shit has to be annoying.

Shit, it is, but what am I supposed to do?

I don't want no problems with nobody, Shane.

I'm just trying to handle my business and live my life.

Yeah, but in order for that to happen,

you're gonna have to do you.

One fight could prevent a hundred more.

I hear what you're saying and Rafe keeps telling me the same thing.

He keeps telling me I need to stand up for myself

and stop letting niggas fuck with me.

Kane, everybody doesn't have to be a gangster,

but every man should stand up for himself.

Respect is a bare minimum.

I understand, man, but, yo, I just came to check on you

- and make sure you were all right. - I appreciate that, man.

That's more than what I can say about a lot of people.

- What you mean by that? - This nigga Tai.

Seen this nigga the other day--

matter of fact, don't worry about it.

All right, Shane, man.

- Feel better, yo. - All right.

- Mister: Hey, yo, Sugar Kane! - Fuck.

Come here!

The fuck is go--? Tsk.

This nigga, Kane.

- You ain't learned your lesson? - Kane: Yo, what did I do?

Oh! You didn't just try to run?

Your jaw is public enemy number one right now!

Kane: Just leave me alone.

Yo, Kane, who the fuck is this, man?

You know who the fuck I am!

Nigga, I see you around, but I don't know who the fuck you are.

Just like you see me around, but obviously,

you don't know who the fuck you talking to.

Little nigga, what you got for me?

- What the fuck? - Mister: Oh!

- That's how you wanna play? - Yo, what are you doing? Chill, man.

Chill, Kane. Let me handle this, man.

I'm gonna see the both of y'all!

Tsk. Hell, why would you do that, son?

Yo, it's time you start sticking up for yourself.

Ah, shit.

- Yo, what up? - Oh, shit.

- What's good, family? - Same shit.

I see you still chilling with these scary-ass niggas.

Come on, son. Leave my nigga alone, man.

Yo, come with me to the liquor store. Let's get some Henny, my nigga.

- Come here. - Hurt-ass leg nigga.

[ groans ] Oh, shit!

Yo, so I pulled up to fuckin' Wine Room the other day, right?

Yeah, my nigga. You gotta come with me one day, my nigga.

- I call them wine... - [ laughing ]

- That shit in Queens? - Yeah, that shit in Queens on Hillside and shit.

- Feel me? - I need to go there, man.

You think they'll let me in there on my crutch?

- Probably, so. - Give me, like, another week or two.

- I should be all right. - They got chairs and shit, too, my nigga.

But, yo, I'ma come clean, bro.

You got the hammer on you?

Yeah, nigga. After what happened to me the other day,

I don't go nowhere without it, man.

- I feel you, I feel you. - Where's the top at?

- Right here, right here. - Oh.

'Cause I'm gonna come clean, boy.

The boys just jumped at me--

jumped out at me, like, two or three times already, bro.

To be honest with you, if I was you, I would stash that shit,

especially since we got this Henny, my nigga.

The boys come right now, you don't wanna be locked up and...

with a hole in your leg, my nigga. That shit's gonna be crazy.

- Nigga-- - Can you imagine what it'd be like

with a crutch on the island?

They gonna have a field day with you, my nigga.

- Yo. - [ chuckles ]

Ooh. All right, hold on. Give me a second.

- I'ma go stash this shit. - And you know you can't go to PC neither.

- [ grunts ] - Niggas not gonna let you live that down.

- Yeah, you better go handle that. - Yeah, got you.

[ winces ] Ah, shit.

Tai: Better hop on the good foot or do the bad thing.

- Shane: Shut up, nigga. - [ chuckles ]

[ sighs ]

Oh, shit!

Yo, Shane, what kind of funny shit you on, man?

My nigga, you couldn't fucking--

you couldn't fucking do the shit for me?

Nah, my nigga. I ain't trying to touch your hammer and shit.

How are you gonna give me this type of cup with no straw, my nigga?

How am I supposed to drink this shit?

You got me fucking bending this shit all back and shit.

I don't know! I got the same fucking cup you got.

You gotta do it up. Take the fucking lid off. Drink the shit.

This shit wack, my nigga.

Damn, son, where's the Henny? Let me see.

That shit right here, boy.

[ sighs ]

Damn, nigga!

Yeah, you fucked this bottle up, son!

Me, nigga? I only had one cup.

That's all you, my nigga.

I am feelin' kinda nice, though.

I bet you are, nigga. That dirty water.

I'ma take one more cup of this shit

and I'ma go, though, all right?

I'm feeling-- I'm feeling crazy.

I bet you are, my nigga.

- You're out here with the wobbly legs. - You finish that.

I don't know what that is in the bottom of that bottle, though,

but it's looking like it's got a little flavor to it.

- Tai: This is smack. - Mm. Yo.

Yo, I'm going upstairs, son.

- I'm done. - I could tell.

And you fucked this bottle up, too, nigga.

Me? Nigga, I only had one cup.

- Next one's on you, man. - Yeah, a'ight.

Shit!

Might wanna wrap that shit again, though.

[ grunts, pants ]

That shit looks like it's leaking through the bandage.

It is.

That shit looking real nasty.

- [ grunts ] - Oh, shit.

[ whispers ] This nigga forgot his ratchet.

- Whoo! - Yo, Shane.

Have a good night, my nigga. I'ma hit you up.

- You hurt? - Shane: Fuck you.

- Whatever, nigga. - [ groans ]

Shane: Oh, shit.

Wrap that shit again, homie.

[ cup splashes ]

Move this shit outta here.

Oh, shit. Jackpot!

[ laughing ]

[ mutters ] Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Ah, shit.

Come on, no, no, no.

Fuck.

[ yells ] Fuck!

That's my only fucking gun!

Yo, Tai.

Yo, you got my rat?

Yo, you ain't seen my rat when I stashed it

when we was in front of the building drinkin'?

Tsk. [ sighs ]

All right, man.

[ trash clatters ]

What the fuck, man?

My only fucking gun. Ah, shit--!

No fucking luck.

- Yo, what up, nigga? - What up?

You all right, man?

Miz telling me that he tryin' to contact you,

but your ass M.I.A.

Yeah, I'm good.

My phone was just fucked up.

[ phone rings ]

Tsk.

Yo, I don't know what's going on with you, Shane,

but don't be losin' no respect over money, man.

Respect is something that you can't buy back

no matter how much money losing it made you.

[ sighs ] Yo, Rafe, I fucked up.

Tsk. You don't need to be telling me that.

That shit is quite obvious.

But I'm not the one you need to be explaining that to, though.

I spoke to Miz the other day, man,

and he vouched for your character.

My man ain't no dumb nigga,

so there must be some truth to that.

- Do what's right, Shane. - I hear you, man.

Yo, don't just hear me, man.

Ducking a nigga's never the right solution to a problem.

99% of the time, trying to fix the situation,

you just end up making the shit worse.

[ sniffs ]

- Yo, what happened to your leg? - I got shot the other day.

You got shot how?

I went to rob somebody in the building.

I forgot to pat him down. When I was walking away,

the nigga hit me in my leg.

Yo, what could a nigga possibly have had

that was that valuable

that you would try to rob him on your own block?

The crazy thing is I ended up with nothing.

I was already having a bad day as it was.

As he was walking in the building, we locked eyes.

He's gonna say, "Yo, what the fuck you looking at?"

I just lost it, so I went after him.

Yo, your reaction was purely emotional.

The way that we live, we gotta move on logic

and not emotion, Shane.

Emotional decisions cost us big.

There's a lot of niggas in the casket

or spending the rest of their lives in jail

over emotions, man.

Yo, I was just heated, Rafe, so I reacted.

Yo, you speedin', Shane.

Slow down. When you run through lights too fast,

you're bound to catch death, man,

but I can't tell you what to do.

The most I could do is spit some jewels at you, man.

When you don't know what to do, the best decision to make

is just to do what's right.

You may not know what will to fix the situation,

but you'll always know what's right, man.

And with that, I'm out.

[ groans ]

[ speaking softly ] ...value. Trust me.

See what I mean?

Listen, put the $500 on the card.

I'ma turn this shit to $5,000--

L, my nigga, we came to get busy or what, boy?

Hey, hold on, hold on. Trust me, put it on the card

and I got you, man. All right, cool.

Come on, man.

Shane: What the fuck? Oh, shit.

[ grunts ]

[ gunshots pop ]

Fuck, man!

- Leon: Fucking dread nigga, man. - Fuck!

Yo, come on! Fuck that shit. We out!

Come on, we goin' to the 'Ville. We out, we out, we out!

Hit the B.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, yo, who is there?

Do you see the pussyhole over there standing, brethren?

- Are him that? - Yeah, that is him, brethren.

You can deal with that. The right time now, brethren.

Yeah, man. I'm gonna deal with the pussyhole now.

[ mutters ]

[ shouting, gunshots pop ]

Yo, Miz.

When you get this, call me. I need to holler at you.

Shane.

[ 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 ♪