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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 ]

What's good, Shane?
Where have you been?

- I been around.
- My nigga, cut your bullshit.

What's goin' on
with you?

Yo, I know
you're tight at me

and you got
every right to be.

- But last time I was
with you, I got robbed.
- You got robbed by who?

Some short, fat nigga.

When I got back into
the lobby of my building,

this nigga backed me down
and took everything--

- my work and my bread.
- Okay, so why haven't you
been pickin' up my call?

Miz, I was
embarrassed.

You just left me.
You was telling me,

"Yo, make sure you always
got something on you
at all times."

And I was
just telling you
these streets

is not what you're
making them out to be.

Plus, me and Kane
just fucked up on that jux

that cost you and Rafe
about 300 racks!

Okay, so what?
You'd rather duck
my phone calls?

I wasn't ducking
your calls.

I was trying
to buy myself more time

so I could give you
this bread.

Yo, my nigga,
the crazy thing is

when I first started
calling you,

I was calling
to put money
in your pocket.

You missed out
on a lick.

Me and Rafe,
we came off over
a hundred racks.

[ sighs ]

Yo, but you have to know
that I was doing everything
in my power

to try to get you
this bread, man.

- And how has that
been working out?
- Not good at all.

I got shot the other day
trying to rob some nigga
who came through the block.

Yo, look at you, Shane.
How long we been fuckin'
with each other?

For a minute.

All right, then.
So you mean
to tell me

you ain't know better
but to think

that you couldn't
come to me with this?

I mean, I always say
keep your rat on you,

but shit
happened, my nigga.
You got robbed.

But something about this
ain't addin' up.

How you got robbed
by a nigga you never
seen before?

Tell me, yo,
how it happen?

I'm walking
to the building.

The nigga approached me
from behind.

He asked me,
"Where's building
number 31?"

I told him where
the building was.
I even let the nigga in.

When I got to the stairs,
nigga grabbed me,

backed me down,
and took everything.

Nah, if he asked you
where building 31 is,

that mean he already knew
where you was headed.

Yo, my nigga,
this ain't no
coincidence.

I thought somethin' funny
about the situation,

but I couldn't make
nothin' of it.

Yo, you sure niggas
ain't watching you
to line you up?

But even if they were,
how they know you had
work on you?

Did you tell anybody
you was gettin' work
from me?

Nobody I could think of.

Anybody, Shane.

Tai. I told Tai.

We was hanging
in front of the building
when you called.

He overheard
the conversation,
then he asked me

if you was about
to give me some work
and I said yeah.

There you go.

[ chuckles ]
Nah, Miz.

Tai ain't lying to me.

You know how long he know
I've been getting
work from you

and this never
happened to me before?

- Why now?
- Tsk, man, well,
that's your man.

But I'm telling you,
my nigga,

I always get
a sneaky vibe from him.

I'm telling you,
no matter what,

- you got lined up.
- All right, Miz.

Yo, on some other shit,
though, my nigga,

don't be ducking
my phone calls.

The first time,
it's a mistake.

Second time,
it's disrespect,
you hear me?

Yeah, Miz. My bad.

It's all good, man.
I'ma call you later.

- And pick up your phone.
- All right.

Yes, hello?
Yes, this is Kane.

I was calling about
that job offering I seen
in the newspaper.

Yes, the sales one.

The position
has been filled?

All right, all right.
Thank you, thank you
so much.

All right.

Hey, yo, cuz, I think
that's the primo

that tired to rob me
at the numbers spot that day.

- Let's get this nigga, cuz.
- Say no more. I got you.

[ mutters ]
Why doesn't somebody
ever hire?

[ exhales ]
Whew.

- Yo, primo!
- Yo!

Let me talk to you
real quick. Yo!

- You look real familiar.
- Oh, shit.

Come here.
Let me talk to you.

Yo, primo!

I know that's you.
Stop fronting.

Shit.

[ gunshots snap ]

Yo, we're out of here.

♪ ...these strippers
'cause we like that ♪

♪ Tell that DJ, "Bring it back" 'cause we like that ♪

♪ Buy you bottles as a model,
yeah, we like that ♪

♪ All our chicks
look like models, yeah,
we like that ♪

- ♪ From my fitty
to our kicks... ♪
- [ phone rings ]

♪ If you like that,
tell him that you like that ♪

- ♪ Do you like that?
Yeah, you like that... ♪
- Yo?

Yo, Rafe.

Hey, I seen
the guy, man.

Yo, what's up with you?

[ pants ]
He's shooting
at me, man.

What? What are you
talking about?

Yeah, the guy that was--
oh, my God!

Kane, where are you?
Who's shootin' at you?

- Where are you, Rafe?
- Jump in a cab.

I'm at the Lyfe
clothing store on, um--

on Ralph and Putnam.

I'ma be here for a minute.
Come here now.

All right,
I'm comin' now, man.
I'm comin'.

Wait for me, Rafe.

[ door closes ]

- Here we go. Fuck.
- Shit.

[ murmurs ]

- Oh, shit.
- You want some of this?

What we doing
tonight?

Shit, man.

What the fuck
is this nigga
right here, man?

Yo, driver,
why so much people
in the car, man?

- Shit, let me get some of this.
- Passenger #2: I'm not
gonna lie, man.

I've been drinking
all fuckin' day.

- Me, too.
- Passenger #2:
Fuckin' Hennessey hit it.

Yo, boy,
what up, man?

Your girl need some
bundles, man? Huh?

He looks like
the type of nigga
that wears 'em--

- Oh, shit!
- Oh, fuck!

Driver:
Oh, shit, what's
going on back there?

Yo, don't worry about it.
Yo, let me off right here.

[ groans ]
Oh, shit, fuck!

Fuck, man.

- Driver: You gotta come out.
- Damn.

Fuck you mean?
Take me to a hospital.

♪ Buy you bottles as a model,
yeah, we like that ♪

♪ All our chicks
look like models,
yeah, we like that ♪

♪ From the fitty
to the kicks, I know
you like that ♪

♪ If you like that,
tell him that you like that ♪

♪ Do you like that?
Yeah, you like that ♪

♪ Do you like that?
Yeah, you like that ♪

♪ Throwing singles
on the strippers 'cause
we like that ♪

♪ Tell the DJ,
"Bring it back" 'cause
we like that... ♪

- [ door opens ]
- Yo, Rafe.

Yo, today was
the scariest day of my life.

- What happened?
- Yo, I seen that guy--

I mean, well,
that guy saw me.

- What guy?
- The guy that you had

and the lady kept r--
you wanted to ring
the bell--

- I mean, you wanted
to kick her--
- Kane, slow down.

What are you talking about?
Tell me what happened.

You're talking too fast.

All right, let me
take a deep breath.

[ sighs ]
I was walking down the street
and I passed this guy.

And I didn't notice him,
but I guess he noticed me.

Okay, but what guy
you talkin' about?

The guy from the spot
that we tried to rob.

- The Spanish guy?
- Yes, the Spanish guy.

He saw me,
I didn't see him.

All I heard was, "Yo,"
so I turned around.

When I realized who it was,
I started walking fast.

By the time I took the corner,
I got my light feet going.

Then he started laying
off shots behind me.

[ laughs ]
He started
shooting at you?

Yes, Rafe.
I was scared, man.

My life flashed
before my eyes.
I thought I was dead.

Kane, this is
what you signed up for.

What do you mean?
I signed up to get
money.

I never said
I wanted to get shot.

Okay, and what
do you think
is gonna happen

when you and
somebody that we
robbed cross paths?

You think
I keep a gun with me
at all times,

- what, to look cool?
- That's not what
I'm saying, Rafe.

All right, then.
This comes with
the territory, Kane.

And maybe you should
rethink things

and go back to lookin'
for a job if you can't
handle this.

Why weren't
you observing your
surroundings, anyway?

- What do you mean?
- I mean you walked
right past him!

I wasn't thinkin'

I was gonna bump
into him again, Rafe.

Yo, doin' the type
of things that we do,

you have to anticipate
for things like this
to happen, Kane.

Scan every face
when you enter any room.

Never sit
with your back
facing the exit

in any establishment.

These are the simple
little things

that can either save
or cost you your life.

- Yo, this shit is gettin'
complicated, Rafe.
- Here we go.

In or out, Kane.
It's your decision
to make.

What's up, papi?

I'm fucking Mexican, man.
Stop calling me "papi."

I got you, man.
What's up, though?

We've been dealing
for a long time
already now.

Yeah, it's been
a minute.

You don't know this,
but at first,

I didn't wanna
fuck with you.

When we first met...

I even did
a background check
on your ass

and what
came back to me,

- you was a fucking
stick-up kid.
- I do what I do.

I thought that was
a pain at first.

I went along with it

'cause I fucking
hate snakes.

Every chance I got,

I jump on
a motherfucking snake.

- I'm no snake, Capone.
- Let me finish, Miz.

You always
kept it a hundred
in this business.

You're one
of the only people
I try fronting work to

and you turn me down.

That tells me
something about you.

Man, I'm not
trying to put myself
in no position

where I can't handle
my workload.

Or do I wanna fuck
with morenos

'cause they don't see
the bigger picture.

But I'm glad
I took a chance with you.

I've grown to like you
and respect you.

I appreciate that.

I want us to do good--
really good.

- I got a plan for you.
- Plans? What plan?

We'll get
to that later.

But first, I need
a favor from you.

A favor? What favor
could you possibly
need from me?

In this business, Miz,

not everyone
is like you.

People think
they can outsmart me

and because of that
they need to be dealt with.

So before
we move forward,

this relationship's
gotta be sealed in blood.

Yo, do you need me
to do something for you?

I don't need you
to handle anything.

Take this gesture
as a privilege--

- from me.
- You say the word.

There's a debt
that needs to be
collected

and we've reached
to the point

where money cannot
cover the disrespect.

- I got it, then.
- You sure you got it?

I got it.

Just make sure...

that he knows
this come from Capone.

All right.

"Marcus James,
AKA 'Block.'"

Yo, my nigga.

I'm gonna need
another big favor.

What's up, man?
You put money
on the card, right?

Yeah, I did, man.
Definitely, man.

- How much money
you put? 500, right?
- I put 500, bro.

All right, give me
a couple of days, man.

We'll turn that
500 into 5,000.

Yo, truth is
running around town
how you're zo-ing niggas.

I don't trust
nobody, bro.

You can
trust me, man.

I do this shit
for the culture, man.

Me zo-ing you?
That's black-on-
black crime, man.

Just give me
a couple of days,

I'm gonna give you
fuckin' $2,000 on
a gift card.

I'ma keep 3,000
for my services.

Yo, truth is I don't want
no gift cards, though, bro.

Listen, Sean,
these are gifts.

These are
good as cash.

You use that shit
in the fucking
supermarket,

you use the shit
in the fucking Rite Aid,

you buy you some Js
or some shit like that.

You know what I mean?
You go to Gift Fresh,
man. What the fuck?

Tsk, all right, man, yo.
Make it happen, bro.

Yo, get whatever
you want, man.
Come on, man.

- Get what you want.
- All right, say no more, man.

You know
how we do it.

Leon:
Let me get me
a Nantucket, man.

Come on, man.

You make the pussyhole
get the best of you, BR.

Get the best of me?
Who the man get
the best of me?

If it was up to me,
Me would take out
the bloodclot--

clippin' out
the bloodclot
while we up there.

You wanna come up
with plan,

a plan
for grabbing Maggz
for information

like we're
the bloodclot
police, what?

Brethren, that's
the only way for find out

what this Miz youth
looks, brethren.

We have to seek him
and bust off him head

so the body
can stop rush,
you hear me?

So G,
you tell me

that's the same one,
named Maggz that you
talked about?

Yeah, man,
him that.

Yo, the man
quicking,

so me rushed the man,
the man goes to sit.

Me shot the gun
and moved fast, see?

- So you say it connect?
- Yeah, man, of course.

We did too up close
and personal.

Me woulda miss,
me woulda caught shooter.

Me licked him
somewhere on him legs.

If not him leg,
somewhere on him torso.

Yo, brethren, Fresh,

me no like
how this movin', dog,

'cause they know
BR's face now.

And only thing
we get for that
is a one-leg shot?

Yo, we should've
just met the dog

then come do him
come for we do.

All this "grab up man
and question" business

are pointless now, dog.

You see them
kill off one of we,

we have to kill off
the whole of them
bloodclot.

Yo, my patience
already thin, brethren.

We'll soon reach
the boiling point
on the dogs.

Yo, me done reached
the boiling point
long time ago now, G.

How are we
go forward?

Yo, me not know yet,
my brethren,

but we know we have to
deal with the thing
differently now...

'cause, look, we done
lose Yardie already.

The other night
we coulda lose BR, too.

We start realize
we've underestimated
the youth boy.

We can't deal
with him

so we have to rush in
with an army

'cause the
"one-by-one" thing
not gonna make it.

But before we can rush him,
we still have to know who.

We have to know
how him look, brethren.

General,
so until then,

other way
has no purpose.

We're gonna call
some more dogs, then.

Make sure them ready
for deal with the case

'cause we're gonna
call them real soon.

Yeah, man,
deal with that.

Meanwhile,
just go on easy.

Me gonna wait to see
what my ears bring
back to me.

So, now tell me something,
nobody's getting no word

about the one
who took down Yardie?

Brethren, the streets
not saying nothing.

Everybody lost,
brethren.

Nobody know
where they're going.

My boy
shot out here

and nobody hears
or know nothing?

Bloodclot, do not tell me,
yo, not telling me...

Yo, ease
yourself, BR.

Anything in the dark
must follow the light.

And just like
with the boy Miz, brethren,

he'll soon step out
of the shadows

- so we can deal with him.
- And when it do,

we gonna lick fire
upon that.

We gonna lick fire
upon that real nice,
my dog.

Trust me. Mm-hmm.

- What's good?
- Miz: You good?

Yeah, I'm Gucci,
my nigga.

That shit
was about nothin'.
It went in and out.

- What the fuck happened?
- My nigga,

I'm waiting for my homie
to come scoop a couple
of boys for me

on Cortelyou.
I ain't want to play
the ave

'cause I was
mad dirty, my nigga.

I had the slam on me,
I had work on me.

So peep it,
I'm in front
of the building

some fuckin' spooky-lookin'
light-skinned nigga pop up

out of nowhere, my nigga,
tried to grab me and back out
the ratchet.

- He got that close?
- My nigga, he was on me.

So you know
the first thing I did
was reach for my blitz.

I had to back
that shit out to make
the dude give me space.

My nigga, I was about
to let that shit go
through my pocket,

but I managed
to get it out
and blow off a shot.

I think when I
let my shot off,

dude let his shot off,
that's when I got hit,
my nigga.

So I stumbled back,
I scoped my surroundings,

and see if
any more niggas coming.

I look across
the street--

them same two
dread niggas,
my nigga.

So I started
dumping at them niggas,
and them niggas dipped.

Oh, so they tryin'
to even the score?

Fuckboy had the drop
on me, Miz.

If that nigga
was any quicker,
he coulda had me!

But why homie tryin'
to grab you, though?

If he got that close,
he coulda just blew.

You know how niggas are, Miz.
He probably wanted to pop shit.

Nah, my nigga,
it don't make sense.

'Cause if that was me,
I woulda sat you down

with a stomach
shot first.

A stomach shot is enough
to put you on your ass

without killing you
right away.

You'd still
be receptive enough
to hear what I gotta say.

I don't know,
my nigga.

Nah, and if them
two dread niggas were
across the street,

- why didn't they blow?
- I blew at them.
It was quick, though.

Nah, my nigga.
Them niggas some shooters.

The tall nigga?
He shot Tes eight times.

I heard him talking
and laughing about it
when I was at the barber shop.

So even if you blew
at them niggas first,

- why didn't they buzz back?
- I don't know, my nigga.

Yeah, that shit
don't make no sense
to me neither, for real.

And that's what I'm sayin'.
Why would three niggas
come out

just for two niggas
to play the sideline,

especially when shit
done got funky?

But fuck it, though.
At least you managed
to get yours off

and get them niggas
off of you.

You know how we move,
my nigga.

You don't know if you
shot homie, though?

I don't know.
The way he hauled ass,
I don't think so.

He thought
he had me, though.

Man, fuck it, my nigga.
Stay off them streets

till you get back
on your feet, man.

You don't
wanna be out there
in no disadvantage.

And if them
niggas come back,
we oughta be on our A-game.

My nigga, I'm Gucci.
I'ma play the crib,
my nigga,

for about a week or two
till my shit heal up.

Ain't shit, man.

- Say no more.
- Yeah.

- Miz: Catch your boy later.
- Of course, of course.

- Maggz: Lock the door, yo.
- I got you.

[ knocking on door ]

[ knocking continues ]

Who is it?

It's Tai.

What's up?

What's good, nigga?

Oh, shit.

So what's up,
my nigga?

You sounded a little
shook over the phone.

Shook? Who's shook?
Never, nigga.

Tsk, whatever, nigga.
What's good?

Ain't shit.
Yo, the other day
when we was chillin',

you stayed in front
of the building

or you went home
right after?

Nigga, why
would I chill outside
over here doley?

The bottle I had
was gone

your drunk ass
went in the crib,
so I skated.

What's up with all
these questions,
"Inspector Gadget"?

Because when I went upstairs,
I forgot to grab my rat

from where
I stashed it at.

Oh, word?

You did run upstairs
kinda fast.

You came back downstairs
to grab that shit,
though, right?

I was upstairs
for about a hour--

damn near fell asleep.

Then I realized I left it,
threw my clothes back on,

I ran downstairs
to where I stashed it at,

- and the shit wasn't there.
- What? Are you serious?

Damn, my nigga.

Somebody came off
with your hammer?

How many times
you gonna get robbed?

I didn't get robbed,
my nigga.

But that's
my only hammer.

I can't be out here
with nothin'.

They got me out here
butt-ass naked.

Chill, my nigga.
You good.

You needed to slow down
on all that robbery shit
anyway, "Billy the Kid."

Man, fuck
the robberies.
This nigga Leon

came out here the other day
with some other nigga.

- Okay, so?
- So?

These niggas was creepin'
across the street.

I caught them
ducking behind cars.

- Who you mean "them"?
- Leon and some other nigga.

What the fuck
was they creepin' for?

Whoever the fuck
Leon was with

just started
dumping shots at me.

- Get the fuck out of here!
- That's my word.

How your crippled
ass get away?

I peeped it
from the gate.

Good thing I did,
because my "crippled ass"
hauled ass.

By the time
I got to the building,
son started bustin' at me.

I'm just tight
I didn't have my rat on me
so I could bust back.

There's too much shit
goin' on out here for me
not to have no rat, though.

Damn, my nigga!
Leon on it like that?

Well, you did let off
at that nigga first, though.

I guess he wasn't too happy
about that shit.

Man, fuck
that nigga Leon.

He lucky I didn't have
my hands on a hammer

because we really woulda
been goin' at it.

Shooter
motherfucking Shane!

You a ill nigga.

You better
handle yours, homie.

That nigga
probably came here

with one of them little
Brownsville niggas.

I don't give a fuck
who he came through here with.

I need to get my hands
on a blicky

because the next time
they try to slide
through here,

it's gonna be
a problem.

But, yo, let's
get up out of here, man,
before my aunt come in here

- and busts my ass
for having company.
- All right.

Oh, shit.

All right, my nigga.

[ door bolt clicks ]

- Hey, you!
- Hey, how are you?

- Mel, right?
- Oh, you remembered.

Come on, Mel.
How I'ma forget?

- Yo, how've you been?
- Good.

Just trying to make a dollar
like everyone else.

So did you get to meet up
with Leon again?

Oh, yeah,
we saw each other.

I even got
gift cards from him.

Did they actually
have money?

'Cause you know,
he be on some real
bullshit sometimes.

Nah, everything
was straight, man.

- Y'all still
work together?
- Yeah, why?

No reason.

I'ma actually
ask you everything

except the question
I really wanna ask you.

And what could that
possibly be?

Can I have
your phone number?

I don't even know
your name.

I'm sorry
for bein' so rude.
My name's Shane.

Okay, now that I
have your name,

I guess you could
have my number.

But, yo, don't let Leon
know about this

because I think he likes you
and I don't want him
finding out about it.

Leon doesn't like me,
but I don't want any problems

so, um,
I won't mention it.

All right, Mel.

- I'ma call you, all right?
- All right.

- Nice seeing you.
- Mel: Likewise.

- All right.
- Mel: Take care.

Ah, shit.

[ doorbell chimes ]

Who is it?

Man:
I have a delivery
for Marcus James.

- Who?
- Marcus James.

I have a delivery
for Marcus James.

- Are you Marcus James?
- Yes.

Oh, okay.
I have a delivery
for you.

[ doorbell chimes ]

Yo, Kane!

Kane, what up?
It's Magic!

Oh, what up,
nigga?

Yo, what's good, man?

Motherfuckin' Magic.

- Man, what's good
with you, bro?
- I'm good, man.

Just came from washing
this bitch over here.

Man, you in love
with that bitch, man.

That shit
lookin' nice, though.

Gotta keep your bitches
in check, man.

So what's good with you?
How you holdin' up?

Man, shit not
looking good, man.

I lost my job,
nothing's hiring,

my baby moms
is whiling,

plus this nigga Mis--
yo, matter of fact,

yo, shit just not
looking good, Magic.

Well, you know I got
that car lot over there,

so if you know anyone
interested in buying cars,

- let me know.
- Cars?

Not really.
Matter of fact, maybe.

Well, let me know
'cause if you know anyone
who wanna buy a car,

I'm always ready to sell

and I'd give you
a PC off the top.

"PC"?
What's that?

This, nigga. PC.
You know, PC,
like commission.

When I make the sale,
you get a little bit
off the top.

Oh, word?

Yeah, I could use
the extra bread, man.

I appreciate that.
Good looking, yo.

Well, let me
know, all right?
Just hit me up.

All right, Magic.
I appreciate that
for real, yo.

Cool.

Leon, what's up,
family?

Yo, Tai, man,
what's good, man?

You gotta talk fast.
I'm not tryin' to be
out here like that, man.

What you mean?
What's wrong with you?

Yo, you know that shit
the other day with Shane?

I wasn't gonna let
that shit ride, man.

So I came
through his block--
me and my man Gunner.

We almost
let that nigga have
that shit, man, word up.

- Oh, word?
- Yeah, man,

we came through
the other night.

That nigga
was on the steps
of his building.

By the time Gunner
let loose, that nigga was
already in the building.

Hold up--
but wasn't that nigga
on crutches, though?

Man, them shots
is a great motivator.

By the time
we started shooting,

that nigga turned into
a fucking bird, man.

Damn, my nigga.

- Your man missed?
- That's what I said.

Like, "Damn, you
ain't hit the nigga
at least once?"

See? Shit gettin'
a little hot out here,
my nigga.

You can't be
walking around here
without no grip now.

Man, Tai,
I get fly, man.

Yeah, Leon.

Your pants do be
kind of tight.

I don't know if you
gonna be able to tuck
a grip in them shits,

but I bought you
down here

'cause I got
somethin' for you.

Yo, Leon, you know
that you family

and I just wanna make sure
that you good, my nigga.

So I got you this
to cover that 450
for that zip of kush.

Man, Tai,
you know I don't fuck
with no guns like that.

Yeah, Leon,

but you gotta
defend yourself.

What if you run into
this nigga Shane again?

Matter of fact, give it
to your man Gunner.

Maybe he could aim
better with that shit.

And this shit
is for free?

Well, you don't
gotta pay me for it,

but I don't wanna
hear anything about me

telling you
to get that zip
of kush from Shane

or about that .450.

- We good?
- Yeah, we good.

I just be looking out
like I always do, man.

Be easy, you heard?

Yo. Yo, Gunner.
You up, son?

Yo, what's good, fam?

Yo, my man got a burner
for sale, son.

[ distorted screaming ]

- This for Capone,
motherfucker.
- [ gunshot pops ]

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