All language subtitles for M.A.V.S01E15.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD2.0.H.264-Cinefeel_track3_[eng]

- [ 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 ♪