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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 ]

- Sa ka fè? - You tell me.

Come on, let's go in the building.

- Good looking. - Miz: Mm-hmm.

Yo, you got it?

- You got it? - Come on, man, you know I do.

I told you I ain't fuckin' with these niggas, man.

That's what I'm talking about.

Yo, but since you on the ball, you ready to get the ball rolling?

Man, listen, I was just waiting for the word from you.

I got some Christmas shopping I need to do.

Yo, let me find out you out here trickin'!

Fuckin' ain't trickin' if you got it.

It ain't trickin' if she yours, and I don't got no girlfriend.

But I'm talking about for my moms, pops and other family members.

That's only right.

Time to get back to work.

Oh, you already know.

Yo, keep both eyes open, my nigga.

We ain't taking no losses, you hear me?

All right, be safe.

Yo, I'm out of here, my nigga.

- Good looking, man. - Miz: Yeah, all right.

[ door closes ]

[ music playing ]

[ music continues ]

[ music continues ]

[ music fades ]

[ car engine starts ]

- Miz: Yo. - Yo. What it doin', my dog?

Yo, talk fast, my nigga. I gotta go

get the rest of these Christmas gifts for Storm.

These stores about to close.

I'm trying to finish up this Christmas shoppin'.

Yo, what's up, Miz? You said you need to holler at me.

Yo, those niggas bodied Maggz.

What? Who the fuck bodied Maggz?

You talking about those Jamaican niggas?

Yo, I don't know if it's them niggas for sure,

but, yeah, those same Jamaican niggas.

Yo, how the fuck Maggz gonna let those niggas score that point?

I told that nigga to remain on point at all times.

I don't know, Rafe. All I know is

they found his body not too far from his building.

Sprawled out. They did him just like they did Tes.

How'd they do Tes?

They aired that nigga out. Eight shots.

Yo, the way these niggas is catchin' niggas, my dude,

son, these niggas is workin' out of a playbook, man.

This ain't a couple of niggas on the corner

running no half-court situation.

This a full team with a coach and all.

- What you tryin' to do? - Yeah, them niggas seem to be on their shit,

but you know me, that just excite me.

It ain't what I'm trying to do. You know me.

- It's what I'm gonna do. - Yo, say the word, man,

and I'm digging into the playbook.

Yo, I've been copping a few more pieces, too.

Yeah, but what's the plan? A man's mind

is his most powerful weapon on the battlefield.

Yo, the plan is to find them niggas and kill 'em!

Yeah, but where they rest they head at?

All I know is that barbershop they supposedly own.

Yo, we need to lay on them niggas, my dude.

Homework needs to be done before we even make our first strike.

Yo, honestly, Rafe? I'm ready to move on those niggas.

After what they did to Maggz, they gotta get hit ASAP.

I understand, Miz,

but wars are won by strategy, not luck, my nigga.

We can't really move on that first location

until we find out about others.

That wouldn't be too smart

'cause if them niggas abandon they post,

we won't even know what location to hit next.

You right, Rafe. I'm just eager

to score these next few points, my nigga.

This shit just got personal.

Yo, personal or not, man, ain't no room

for emotions on the battlefield, my nigga.

- I don't go to war to lose. - Have I ever lost, Rafe?

I hear you, man, but, yo, I got to head to the city, man.

Me and you really need to sit down

and do this fuckin' homework so we can put this shit to an end.

Rafe, ain't no worries, man.

Ain't nobody worried.

Oh, yo, I got that fuckin' money for you, too.

- From up top. - What bread?

Remember that shit we did in the Bronx with the medicine?

- The headache medicine? - Oh, okay, okay, okay.

All right, man. Yo, I'll get up with you

and collect that from you later. But, yo, I need to make this move.

All right, say no more.

[ door closes ]

[ elevator beeps ]

[ door rattles ]

So, what's goin' on, Chyna?

Damn, you're already on my back?

Yo, I ain't even say nothin' yet

and you're over here jumping on the defensive.

- What are you defending? - I'm not defending anything.

- I'm just saying. - What you saying, mama?

Yo, I'm not on your back, but you know how we move--

get in, get out.

Seems to me like you gettin' a little comfy-cozy

going to these dinners and riding around in this nigga Cash's cars.

Rafe, I'm on the job.

I don't know what you want me to do.

If I force the issue, he might catch on.

Look, man, this short-term situation

is fast becoming a long-term one.

It's starting to feel like you and this nigga Cash in a relationship.

- He met your parents yet? - Rafe, cut your shit.

You don't have to worry. I'm not getting caught up.

I'm just playing my part.

I must be playing it well if you're starting to believe me.

Yo, I guess so.

Look, I'm not telling you to force the issue.

I'm just telling you to push him a little in that direction.

- He's interested? - He's more than interested.

All right, then. Yo, we just waiting for you

to get in that crib and find out who's in there.

Once we find that out, we're going in.

Wait, you're not gonna wait for me to peep where the money's at?

Yo, this shit takin' too long, Chyna.

I'm ready to get this shit done and keep it movin'.

All right, so I'll press the issue,

but if he catches on, I'm blaming you

for wanting to speed this up

because this is definitely not how we operate

- under normal circumstances. - Agreed.

But under normal circumstances,

it wouldn't take you damn near a year to work on a mark either.

Rafe, everybody's different.

Some guys are smarter than others.

Some guys are so concerned on getting pussy

that they get tunnel vision.

This, guy, Cash, he's different.

Those guys are easy to line up,

but Cash notices everything.

That's why I'm moving the way I'm moving in the situation.

I hear you, mama. I'm just making sure

that all this time spent ain't breeding no feelings.

Feelings, seriously, Rafe?

I don't know, mama.

I know how y'all women are.

Y'all some emotional creatures.

A man may get to know a woman in the process of tryin' to sleep with her,

but a woman sleeps with a man in the process of trying to get to know him.

He's a mark. I'm not catching no feelings.

Yo, that's what I wanna hear, man.

I just wanna make sure that you not

getting lost in his dream, man.

Come on, Rafe, you know me better than that.

- You know where my loyalty lies. - You know what?

And that's why you the love of my life, I swear.

- I better be. - Yo, you know you are.

But, Ma, let's take care of this situation, please.

- Let's get this done ASAP. - All right, I'm on it.

Rafe: I'll hit you later.

Oh, there go that nigga "Sugar Kane."

Shit. This nigga Mister. Fuck.

Come here, little nigga!

Yo, chill, Mister. Chill! Chill, man.

- Yo, what you got? - Chill, chill!

- Don't touch-- yeah, chill. - Oh! Oh!

- Just chill, man. - You think I forgot

about what you and Shane did the other day?

It wasn't me, Mister. Just chill. Just chill!

- Oh! Oh. - Ch-chill. Chill, Mister, chill.

See, that had nothing to do with me, man. Just chill.

- I don't want no problems. - Oh. What you think, you holdin' right now?

I see you. Y'all niggas wanna play with guns?

I see you, little nigga!

All right, man. Chill, man.

Break your fucking jaw!

Crazy.

Yo, what the fuck you looking at, B?

Oh! Who the fuck you think you talkin' to?

You don't respect your jaw.

- Fuck! - Told you to respect your jaw, motherfucker!

All right, nigga. All right. All right.

Yo, what up, Scary Spice?

- Shit, Tai. - You hang out with Shooter Shane for a little bit

and now you're backing out grips?

What are you talkin' about, Tai?

Yo, I seen that shit from across the street, my nigga.

You backed down Mister... with a hammer?!

Nah, man, it was just my phone.

Hold up.

Get the fuck outta here, my nigga.

You pulled out a phone on Mister?

And he fell for that shit?

What else was I supposed to do? I didn't know what to do.

I was thinkin' fast, man. It worked.

Yo, you know what this means, right?

Yo, next time this nigga Mister catch up with you,

you better have a grip on you, my nigga!

He gonna break your fuckin' jaw! [ laughs ]

Aw, man, what did I do, man?

Nothing even happened, though.

Yo, you know the rules of these streets, man.

Once you pull out a weapon on a nigga,

you let him know that anything goes.

Oh, my God. This nigga Joe

told me these streets was dangerous

"and that's why they made sidewalks."

And I did not stay on the sidewalk.

Yo, Kane, this nigga Mister gonna while your shit

whether you on the street or on the sidewalk.

So all that jaywalking shit ain't addin' up, homie.

[ chuckles ]

It's not even funny, man. I backed myself into a corner.

What am I supposed to do now?

You better get your ass a grip.

Better handle yours, my nigga.

Shit.

Yo, Fresh, what are goin' on with BR?

Not know, my general.

The man, him linked me and tell me him a-come soon,

but me not know.

See all them fuckery there?

- Worthless. - Mm-hmm.

Yo, D, "Nahsaynothin,"

are you ready for them ransacking?

Mm.

You no see the point of talking things till you're informed.

Be are for ready for them works, you get me?

Yo, D, when I bring you from Yard,

for come deal with things, lay low until I tell you.

Stay ready for the rush but remember, Yardie saw nothing.

Foreign this. Do things different.

I want you in and out, but I want mash works still.

- D: Yes, sir. - But no get caught playing no fuckery.

Yo, Nahsaynothin, like me say,

me know you're sick already in the family.

- Mm. - Me want you in and out.

Me no want extra thing a-go on

so we end up on the news, get me, family?

Nahsaynothin: Mm-hmm.

Remember me tell you that?

Have to deal with them differently.

Me no want no extra body count to add up.

It means nothing if they see us in the area.

- Mm-hmm. - The man, him done licked Yardie.

Me know how you feel about that.

You know how they settled things

right in front of Mr. Chin's like nothin'.

Fresh: Mm-hmm. Nothin' that, my dog.

[ mutters ] Fuckery that. For real.

It happened. It happened, General.

All the men them I will deal with, my general.

When you see the man, point him for me, my general,

me lick off him, my general.

Man make a-dead for that, trust me.

I'll chop him up, my general.

Me no business what are going on, General.

Yo, Fresh, we must now switch our thinking.

Think seriously whether we let them two step out

'cause them know our face already.

It's your lead, my general.

We have to deal with the thing proper.

The men, them will drop us like a coconut off a tree.

- Depend on that, i-yah. - Fresh: Mm-hmm.

G: All right, so now go with the rule we give you.

Nahsaynothin, remember me tell you me want you to do mash work.

Me not trying to put a chain upon your neck,

but me wanna deal with the thing proper.

Anything extra, we check it out

nobody we not dealing with get killed.

Know the youth in the area.

- You get me? - Mm.

I deal with everything proper, no worry about BR.

How's the link him to find, Fresh?

The man not link me yet, my general.

Me no like them thing, sir.

The man supposed to be here for the serious things going on right now.

But him not here? Me not like that.

G: I think the soldier might deal with it differently.

He might check it out, but I don't know him will deal with it.

He's a different breed of youth than me.

- Fresh: Mm. - But remember me tell you, D, yo,

don't make emotion get involved with thinking.

No sleep on them.

I reckon them kill people and nobody don't even know them kill people.

- Fresh: Serious, my general. - I want all them youth dead.

- Nahsaynothin: Mm. - Can't sleep on them.

'Cause when we see them, daadie, them see us same speed.

Have to remember that and respect that situation.

Element of surprise we try work with,

we done fuck up that already.

It's a next story with that.

'Member me tell you, you cannot sleep on the youth.

I reckon them kill people and nobody even know who do it.

In broad daylight them kill your brother.

When you deal with food,

you have to deal with it dead already like i-tal.

You can't try eat food and food still living.

It might kill you.

You get what me try to tell you?

Have to deal with the thing different.

Me no want no more dead bodies upon my hands.

And me have to sleep at nighttime.

We have to avenge your brother the right way, man.

That for real.

Him say it different.

Yo, that's a small thing.

But that's light bread.

Well, what are we talking about on the comeback?

And how quick is the return?

All right. All right,

let me do what I gotta do to make this happen. All right.

- Hey, what you cheesin' about? - Nothing.

Clearly you cheesin' about something.

All right, well,

when your phone used to ring,

you used to excuse yourself.

Now you just be talking so freely in front of me.

That's 'cause I fucks with you, Chyna. I really do.

You don't be stressing a nigga.

Like, what more could I ask for?

That's what I'm saying. You introduced me to your friends,

you talk business around me--

you gotta chill 'cause I might just

actually start to think that you like me.

I would think you like me, too,

but every time a nigga get close to you, you pull away.

It's funny that you say that

because the only thing that's stopping me

from truly believing that you like me

is the fact that you won't even bring me to your crib.

You keep trying to bring me to the telly.

Like, what kind of woman do you think I am?

Cash, I be noticing these things.

I know you're not stupid, Chyna.

That's why I fuck with you the way I do.

But also, you gotta understand

I'm used to moving a certain way

and old habits are hard to break.

I understand that,

But treating me like this,

how long do you think I'm gonna put up with this for?

I didn't know it bothered you like that, Chyna.

It bothering me and me noticing it

are two totally different things.

I never mentioned it before because it wasn't a bother.

I'm just noticing now, so I thought I would address it.

I didn't know it bothered you like that,

but I guess I was movin' on autopilot,

doing what I normally do.

Don't treat me like every other girl.

Treat me like I deserve.

Understood. Will do.

Mm-hmm.

So, ain't no time like the present, right?

What's that mean?

So I'm gonna run in the house

and get something and we out afterwards, right?

Don't just ask me to come in the house

because I mentioned it, Cash.

Forget about it.

I ain't gonna listen to you. I'm goin' in the house.

- You coming? - All right, let's go.

[ voices overlapping ]

[ horn honks ]

- Yo, Black! - My nigga Rafe.

- Black: What's good, boy? - Ain't shit, my nigga.

What it do? What you doin' out here, man?

Yo, I'm here, man, doing Christmas shopping

for the fam and all that, man.

Oh, word? Yo, what's up with your homie, though?

You ain't heard from him as far as that armored truck?

Damn, Rafe. It's the holidays, man.

Ride easy, man. You're always on the job.

Yeah, my nigga. I'm tryin' to get to this motherfuckin' paper.

So son ain't tell you nothin'? You ain't hear nothin'?

No, it's the holidays. Everybody's with the fam, my dog.

Okay, so you're tellin' me everything on pause, then.

Yeah, right after the holidays, man.

- We on the move. - All right, say no more. Say no more.

- Christmas for the kids. - My nig.

Yo, do your thing. I'ma shout you out.

- Hit me, son. - You already know.

You know I ain't gonna let you out there, man.

- All right. - Definitely.

Ain't that the nigga that I robbed?

That nigga tryin' to bug out after this shit.

Jessica!

- Hi, Rafe. - Hey, Mama.

What you doin' out here?

You doin' your Christmas shoppin'?

Yeah I have a last few minute things to get,

- for you included. - No need for that.

I'm much better at givin' than I am at receivin'.

I am not even tryin' to hear that.

Plus there's something that I wanted to pick up for you,

to let you know that although work has been pretty hectic...

I don't stop thinking about you.

Yeah, but you know,

all that isn't even necessary.

I mean, the most you need to do

is give me a call or shoot me a text.

You're right. Guilty as charged.

I mean, I can reach out to you more often than I do.

I mean, I'm guilty as well.

The truth is I could reach out to you a lot more than I do also.

Yeah, I guess both of our schedules has been pretty hectic.

- How's work? - Work is work, you know?

But I'm not gonna hold you up.

I know you out here doing your Christmas shopping.

The truth is I got a couple of things

that I need to pick up that I haven't even started yet.

And I have to meet Shay in front of Macy's.

What's that face for?

- No reason at all. - Are you sure?

Is there something that you're not telling me, Rafe?

Every time I mention Shay's name,

you just don't seem too thrilled.

Yeah, but whether I'm thrilled or not really doesn't matter.

You know, you're the one that I'm interested in, not her.

But I know you gotta do your shoppin', you know,

so I'm not gonna hold you up.

Mm, okay, I'll just give you a call to come pick up your gift.

All right, I'll be looking forward to it.

- Happy holidays. - Same to you.

All right, so, um, we'll speak.

- All right. Later. - All right.

Yeah, man. What you want, the five?

All right. Say no more--

Yo. Yo, bro, I see this nigga

that got me on the Labor Day tip, son!

Yo, I'ma call you back, man.

Yo.

Yeah, I think I see that nigga from Labor Day, bro.

I-I'm about to go get him, my nigga.

Move it, man.

I'ma call you back.

[ mutters ]

[ horn honks ]

[ scattered voices overlapping ]

[ voices overlapping ]

Oh, my gosh, I cannot wait till the holiday season is over.

I mean, I love Christmas,

but it just be too many people outside.

Well, I love it, girl,

and plus it's the first time we got to really be together.

I know. I was just telling Rafe

that work just been having me so busy.

Rafe? You still messin' with him, Jess?

I mean, I haven't really spoken to him in a while or seen him,

but I just seen him, like, a half hour ago.

He just always smells so good.

I think I wanna buy him some cologne for Christmas.

I don't know what you doin' all that for.

You just said you didn't speak to him.

I mean, not because I don't want to.

I just haven't had the opportunity to.

I guess. You do what you want.

I need to buy some "YSL" men's cologne anyway.

Some "YSL" men's cologne?

Let me find out Shay got a boyfriend!

Just some guy that I've been talkin' to for a while.

You know, it wasn't that serious at first,

but now it feel like we're going somewhere.

Okay. Well,

YSL cologne used to be Damon's favorite.

Didn't you say you seen him downtown?

I was kind of reluctant to come out here because of that.

Where was it that you seen him?

Oh, um... it was over there on Court Street by the movie theater.

You know, I was coming out the bookstore.

He was driving by, whatever.

But anyway, enough about Damon.

Like, it's the holidays.

What's your New Year's resolution?

I don't know. It's the first time that I'm alone,

but at least I got away from Damon and his crazy self.

I guess my resolution is to work on me.

That's good. That's the best thing to do.

- Work on Jess. - I know.

But what's your resolution, Shay?

Girl, please, I don't know.

Like, I feel like I gotta get my butt back into the gym,

but you know me. So 2015, Jess, my year.

As long as you keep saying that, it will be your year, girl.

Right, like, 2015 ain't got nothin' on me, Jess.

The world better look out for Shay!

Look out, for Shay is comin'!

[ giggles ] Girl, you're crazy.

[ car alarm beeping ]

[ horn honks ]

What's up, pussy? Remember me?

Get the fuck-- get the fuck up.

[ gunshots pop ]

- [ siren wails ] - Oh, shit.

[ siren continues ]

[ 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 ♪

- ♪ But this shit is real - ♪ Not an illusion

♪ I close my eyes in the booth, then I enter my zone ♪

♪ So I can bark a mic like dog fetching for bones ♪

♪ Style so original it can never be cloned ♪

♪ 'Cause biting with dog teeth can leave you injury-prone ♪

♪ And all is stress-free