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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, let me talk to you, shorty.

Yo, cut the shit today, all right?

Damn, Maddie. You're all that? What's up with you?

Oh my goodness. I'm so sorry, baby.

I didn't know it was you. How are you?

- I'm good. - These niggas be so disrespectful.

- What happened? You good? - Yeah, I'm good.

It's nothing for you to worry about.

What do you mean? They way you just reacted

doesn't seem like it was nothing.

It sure seems like something to me.

Yo, Miz, I have to live here, okay?

I don't want no problems.

Maddie, if somebody's givin' you a hard time, you need to let me know.

Nobody is givin' me a hard time, Miz.

It's just niggas being niggas. That's it.

You know, they wanna get your number

and it just gets annoying after a while.

- It's nothing. - You sure?

Yes, I'm sure. I just don't need your crazy ass

getting into anything out here.

I'm good. Trust me, I'm not the one you need to be worried about.

All right. You coming up?

Nah, I have some things to do,

but, yo, everything's in this bag.

This is what I need you to keep at your house for me.

What's in here?

I know you didn't wanna talk about it over the phone.

Damn, Maddie, why you so nosy?

I already know your nosy ass gonna go through the bag.

It's a few guns. I have too many at my crib.

- I need to spread them out. - Why do you need so many guns?

Why do you need so many different bags, so many different shoes?

Um, bags, shoes for different occasions.

- You know, why does that matter? - Ditto. Exactly the same thing.

Different guns for different occasions.

Why does it matter anyway? You gonna hold it for me or what?

Of course, baby. You know I got you.

Anyway, you sure you don't wanna come up? I'm about to cook.

I can't. I have a few runs to make.

- But I'ma come by tonight. - I have to work tonight.

So? Call me when you get off. I'll meet you out here.

I get off at 4:00 in the morning.

What's that mean? Let me find out I have a curfew.

All right, it's cool.

Come by later. Give me a kiss.

- Mm. Be careful, okay? - I will. Later.

- [ car horn honks ] - I have so much to do

when I get inside the house.

You trying to ditch me already, Jess?

No. It's just a habit my mom got me into.

You don't go into the New Year

with any dirty clothes or a dirty house,

and I still have a bit of laundry

and cleaning to do when I get home.

All right,

but I never really took you

to be the superstitious type.

Superstitious or not, it's what it represents.

You don't take anything bad with you into the New Year

and I don't need anything bad

going with me into the New Year, okay?

What are you really trying to leave behind?

People, and all of the bad memories

I wanna bury in 2014.

I know a lot of people in my life that really needs to be buried.

You know, I lost a couple of people in 2014.

And the sad part is they're all still breathing.

You have to let people go, Jess.

They're no good for you

and you can not hold on to people that's not for you.

I know he's not good for me,

but the truth is

every now and then

- I still miss Damon. - You miss Damon?

What are you talking about right now, Jess?

I'm not saying that we're gonna get back,

but we were together for six years.

You don't forget

a chunk of your life like that, Shay.

I understand, but how are you missing the same thing

you were trying to get away from?

Because I loved him and my love was real.

You don't just get over that

in the course of what, a few months?

You know, I wish I could say that I understand,

but you sound really crazy to me right now.

Well, it's neither here nor there.

It's just a passing thought anyway every now and then.

You know, it's your life, Jessica, but it's also your death.

You are so dramatic, Shay.

Hold up. That's Jessica?

Long time no see, Jessica.

Do not start anything down here all right, Damon?

You'll get yourself locked up.

Look, I ain't even say nothing.

I can't say hello to an old friend?

How are you just gonna disappear on a nigga like that, Jessica?

Calm down, Damon. It's nothing for you

to get all excited or angry about.

You don't think I deserve answers?

Six years with a nigga?

Don't I at least deserve that?

Please don't come down here starting anything, all right?

There's cops all over here.

Man, what the fuck is you talking about, Shay?

And you call me Choppa.

I thought you don't fuck with her triflin' ass.

What you doin' down here?

See, this is exactly what I'm talking about, all right?

Calm down, Damon.

Jessica.

Jessica.

Jessica...?

- Jessica. - Let her go.

I told you she was over you already.

All you're doing is hurtin' yourself.

I thought you don't fuck with her no more.

What the fuck is you doin' down here?

I don't. I just bumped into her.

But you need to go before she calls the cops on you.

The cops?

I didn't do nothing to that girl.

It's her word against your word, okay?

They'll still lock you up. They don't care.

You gotta go, baby. Get out of here, Damon.

Look, Shay, you call me Choppa.

Get out of here, Choppa!

[ faint siren wailing ]

[ door closes ]

[ faint voice speaking ]

[ car horn honks ]

Hey, yo. Yo, Gramps.

- What's up, man? - Tai: What up?

You ain't fuckin' with me anymore?

Man, I tried to call your phone, Tai.

- You wasn't picking up all day, man. - I don't need that bullshit.

I'm sorry, Tai.

Shooter motherfucking Shane.

Don't let me find you out here

nickel-and-dimin' with some bum-ass "reggie."

What the fuck I look like?

Do I look like the type of nigga to be out here fucking selling weed?

Oh...!

So you must got the hard bag clickin'!

So Shooter Shane get a couple of grams on the re-up

and now he too cool to talk to niggas.

I see how it is. Say no more.

As far as I know, this always been my block.

So whatever I'm movin' out here

shouldn't matter to nobody.

I hear you,

but you supposed to be my boy, my nigga.

How you get the ball back rolling

and you didn't even put me on to this bread!

Oh-hh!

So now you wanna fuck with my "connect."

Nah, seriously, though.

These first few packs I'm movin'

is just to clear that debt that I got from when I got robbed.

But as soon as I get my bread up,

this block gonna be back in motion like I had it.

Oh, okay, "Richie Rich."

But you better not get caught slippin'

'cause them niggas might spin back around and rob you again.

My nigga, the nigga that robbed me the first time

is not coming back and that's a fact.

Oh, okay, Shooter Shane.

This nigga Leon threw your mojo at you

and you caught it, and now you're feeling untouchable.

How come you know them niggas not gonna come back around?

They was comfortable enough to catch you in your own buildin', my nigga.

They see money movin' on this block,

ain't no tellin' what they might do.

Listen to me, Tai.

The nigga that fuckin' robbed me the first time--

I'm not sleepin' on the nigga--

but if he do come back,

I know it's not gonna be for a minute.

How you know this nigga's not comin' back, my nigga?

I ran downtown to Fulton to get my moms some jewelry for Christmas

and I guess the nigga peeped me.

What nigga peeped you? What you chattin' about now, my nigga?

Some nigga tried to run up on me on Bond Street.

On Bond Street on Christmas Eve

out in the open like that?

Nah, it was a little further down, in the cut.

State Street.

Anyway, the nigga tried to run down on me.

The nigga had me, too. I grabbed the nigga's arm

before he could get his joint out his pocket.

They gave me enough time to get my joint out.

So I hit the nigga twice in his chest.

I thought it was all some random shit

because, you know, it's Christmas Eve and the wolves is out

and they tryin' to get some milk, but listen.

In the midst of our struggling, I dropped my keys.

And as I picked my keys up, I seen the nigga's face

and I realize it's that fat motherfucker.

Short fat nigga?

Do you know how many short fat niggas live in Brooklyn, Shane?

Ain't no way in hell that was the same nigga.

You bugging.

Wow, so you get to chill with the target and I don't?

What the fuck you talkin' about, "target"?

Scary Spice.

Leave it to your ass take a joke out of context.

Niggas can't even joke with your scary ass.

Yo, chill, Tai. I kind of knew you was joking.

But you sounded convincing. You made me think Shane was a walkin' dead man.

"Walkin' dead man"? What the fuck is y'all niggas talkin' about?

Yo, Shane, be easy, my nigga.

It was one of them jokes that you had to be there for.

Yo, Scary Spice, word of advice--

if you talkin' to a nigga one on one,

it's no need to report it back to a third party.

Yo, y'all niggas is fuckin' buggin', man.

- Yo, Kane, what up, though? - Ain't shit, man.

I just needed some advice.

Some shit happened the other day that's stressin' me out.

Oh, I know what you stressin' about.

Yo, Shane, let me put you on.

Shooter Shane, meet the "Cell Phone Killer."

Cell Phone Killer, meet Shooter Shane.

Yo, Kane, I got a idea.

Why don't you hit Mister with one of those bullets you sweatin', nigga?

Yo, leave me alone, Tai, man.

Everything isn't funny, yo.

Of course you don't wanna take my advice.

But listen to Shooter Shane

a.k.a. "Mr. Caught a Body About a Day Ago."

Tai, what the fuck is wrong with you?

Yo, you're in good hands, my nigga.

I'm gonna leave you with this nigga, Shooter Shane.

♪ Like a good neighbor, Shane will be there! ♪

This nigga's crazy.

[ door closes ]

Yo, what is Tai talkin' about?

I don't know. That's Tai just bein' Tai, man.

You know that nigga always jokin' around.

But what's up with this "Cell Phone Killer" shit?

Son, I ran in to this nigga Mister the other night on the block.

So he was pressin' me about that situation that happened.

He was still tight you pulled a gun out on him.

So I got nervous. All I could think about

is how he backed down when you pulled out the gun.

I reached in my pocket, holdin' my phone,

acting like it was a gun.

He got even more tight,

but it gave me enough time to run away from the situation.

Yo, are you fuckin' stupid?

Kane, that kind of bluff there

could cost you your life.

My nigga, you didn't listen to me last time I said that?

Don't ever-- even if you do get a gun--

pull it out if you don't intend on using it.

You're buggin', my nigga.

I know what you said, but what was I supposed to do?

He was runnin' up on me.

The only thing I could think about from stopping him

from disrespecting my jaw,

is to act like I had a gun.

My bad, Kane.

Because although Mister been fuckin' with you,

I feel it's my fault that he's on you the way he is now.

It's not your fault, man.

You were just trying to help.

Nah, man, and in the process of me trying to help,

I made the situation worse.

Do you need me to handle this?

Handle it how?

You know Mister ain't gonna try to talk this out.

Talk? No, nigga.

I'm talkin' about the only way I know how to handle it--

by taking him out.

You mean kill him?

Nah, Shane, I don't need you to kill him, man.

You know what? Thank you,

but I'll find a way to handle this.

I don't know how, but I'll find a way.

All right, well, know I'm always here for you.

I got you if you need it.

All right, thanks.

[ bangs ]

What's good, Gunner? You good?

I haven't seen you since you got out the hospital.

I'm good, Leon,

but what do you care now, though?

When I got hit, you was halfway down the block.

That's some bullshit.

Look, man, I told you I get fly.

You looking for a nigga to get you some Guiseppes?

Ferragamos? I'm your man.

Anything else, I don't know nothin' about that.

And besides, what if we both get hit?

Want me to get fucking bullet holes in my garments?

Dry cleaning ain't cheap, Gunner,

especially when you gotta get holes repaired in your garments.

"Dry cleaning"? Are you fuckin' serious, Leon?

It's cool now, though,

because me and that nigga Shane got a personal beef.

And when my shoulder heal up, son gonna be feelin' somethin' awful.

Gunner, you been drinkin' tea?

What the fuck is you talkin' about?

Tai told me for you to drink some tea.

- It'd be okay. - What the fuck are you talkin' about?

You sound crazy.

Forget it, Gunner.

Can't give nobody suggestions on how to get better, I guess.

Bullets make people cranky, man.

On some real shit, this beef ain't yours no more.

I got my own agenda for that nigga.

He's not gettin' away with this.

When I see him, I'm not missin'.

Oh, now it's serious.

When that motherfucker was playin' target practice with my head--

know what I mean-- it wasn't that serious.

You get shot one time, now it's the end of the motherfuckin' world.

That's some bullshit.

I'm not goin' back and forth.

All I know is when I catch homie, it's over.

Point blank, period.

Man, Happy New Year's, nigga. Be calm.

I'm calm. That nigga lucky

it's gonna take a minute for my shoulder to heal,

'cause once I'm up and running, I'm comin' for him

a mile a minute with a hundred wolves from the Ville.

Do what you gotta do, Gunner.

All I know is that nigga Shane has to go.

He's got me lookin' over my shoulder

every time I'm in Flatbush, man.

You should be used to that,

all those motherfuckers you've been zoin'.

I don't duck them niggas.

The most they're gonna do is talk a hole in my head.

Shane's gonna put a hole in my head.

I can't deal with that.

Those are the consequences of your actions, Leon.

Shots get fired, people get shot.

You gotta rise to the occasion or get dealt with.

[ sighs ] Guess I got some thinkin' to do.

I guess you really do. But on that note, man,

ain't no turnin' back for me.

Whew. All right, my nigga, man.

- [ doorbell rings ] - The door's open.

[ door closes ]

- Rafe: So, what up, Chyna? - What's up?

- Tell me something good. - Well, I did like you said and I pushed him a little.

"Pushed him"? What is she talkin' about?

Yo, our situation with Cash, man,

was takin' too long, so I told her to push it.

What was the outcome of that push?

Well, you'll be happy to know I got in the crib.

That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout.

What we lookin' like?

Well, it's more than one family house.

There's multiple units in there.

See? That's why I said she had to get inside.

There's no way we could've been able to figure that out

- from outside. - Yeah, but what's the breakdown on the crib?

Well, so it seems there's multiple units.

He rents the first floor out to somebody.

- So he has a tenant? - Yeah, one.

He's a guy. I think it's his friend, though,

because he told me to wait down there

while he went up to the other unit to grab something.

- Did he let you upstairs? - Nah, I think he went to get some money.

How do you know that?

'Cause I could tell by the bag that he was carryin'

- when he was comin' down. - How could you tell?

His body language, the bag,

everything about how he was moving.

You don't think that I can tell by now?

I've been doin' this long enough.

All right, yo, it's taken long enough, man.

I say we force the issue, Miz.

But, yo, we don't know what the situation is with upstairs, though, Rafe?

Yeah, but this shit has taken forever.

- I'm tired of waitin'. - I hear you,

but if we rush and fuck this up,

all this work we've been doin'

will be for absolutely nothin'.

Yo, I get where you're comin' from.

- Chyna, what you think? - I mean,

I don't know who lives upstairs,

but I think there's money up there.

As far as movin' on it now?

I don't know.

I mean, it could go either way.

That ain't really a help, Ma, but thanks.

Yo, I think we can move now.

But you know what? Let me marinate on this for one more day

and I'll get back to y'all

and let y'all know if I feel the same way.

All right, Rafe, but I'm ready to move on from this case.

Please don't let all this work that I did go to waste.

It won't go to waste. We got this, Chyna.

All right, I know y'all do.

- You always do. - You know it.

- We out, man. - Miz: All right, later.

- Chyna: Bye. - I'll holler at you later.

Shane!

Shane!

Have you seen my brother, Shane?

Yeah, I seen him earlier. You all right?

No, everything is not all right. I really need to find Tai.

I got some bad news to tell him.

Is everything okay, Shay?

[ sobs ] It's my cousin.

Him and Tai was close since they was kids

and they found him dead.

Dead?!

Damn, Shay, I'm sorry to hear that.

What happened? How did he pass?

I don't know. I was just on the phone

with my aunt for, like, a hour.

Said they found him in downtown Brooklyn-- two gunshots.

- Downtown Brooklyn? - Yes! Downtown Brooklyn!

Shay, as crowded as it is in downtown Brooklyn,

- how could that possibly happen? - I don't know!

Like, I was just on the phone with my aunt for, like, an hour

and she said that they found him on Bond and State Street.

- Two shots to the chest. - Hold up.

- Bond and State Street. What the fuck? - [ sobbing ]

- Damn, Shay, that's fucked up. - It is!

Like, don't get me wrong, he was no angel or nothin',

but he didn't deserve to be left like that.

Yo, I met this cousin before?

Like, how he look? Has he came over here?

I don't know if you ever met him, Shane.

Like, him and Tai came to my house,

like, two months ago, but that was brief.

Anyway he's short, dark-skinned, chubby.

Everybody called him Keen.

Like, this shit is fucked up.

Damn, Shay, hold your head, man.

I'm sendin' my deepest condolences.

Tai is gonna be shocked.

I know this is gonna break his heart.

Him and Keen was like brothers since they was kids.

Yo, I'm just surprised that he never brought him over here

or mentioned him or none of that.

I don't know, Shane, but if you see Tai,

please tell him to call me 'cause I'm waitin' for him

to go to Far Rockaway so I can see my aunt.

This is a tough time for our family right now.

Oh, don't worry about it. If I see Tai,

trust me, I'm definitely gonna holler at him.

Thank you, Shane. Thank you!

Nah, don't worry about it, girl.

- All right? - Yeah.

[ voices overlapping ]

2015 is fast approachin', man.

Another year gone...

and it's like, what the fuck has really changed?

My nigga, you bounced back, Rafe.

What, you forgot a few months ago,

you was tellin' me how hungry wolves get.

Yeah, I bounced back.

But the question is for how long?

We both know that the world goes round,

but these streets, these streets go up and down.

Man, this world's gonna be upside down

when all you're doin' is robbin'.

Only a steady income brings stability.

I know, Miz, but it's like I'm stuck

between a rock and a hard place, man.

I mean, what do you do when you know what you're good at,

but what you're good at isn't necessarily good for you?

Maybe it's time to make a change.

It sounds like you're-- it sounds like you're tryin' to make a change.

I don't know, Miz.

Maybe it's this whole New Year's thing hittin' me right now, man.

You're supposed to get better with each comin' year.

Yo, you know I've been robbin' basically my entire life?

And I'll never gain nothin' close to what I've lost, man.

Yo, I didn't know Kane's brother like that,

but shit happens, my nigga.

We're in these streets hard-bodied.

We know we can live, but we also know we can die.

Shit, as a matter fact, the only thing that's guaranteed is death.

[ scoffs ] Yo, either that or jail.

Yo, that thought is always in the back of my mind.

Yo, how many more chances are we gonna get before our luck runs out?

Oh, so now it's luck?

We good at what we do, Rafe.

Yeah, we're good at what we do,

but we've had, like, good fortune, Miz.

Yo, when we robbed that Pawn Rite,

yo, the cops were right outside.

That shit coulda went either way.

Yo, you don't ever think about these things?

Man, fuck that. I don't got time to think about all that.

In all honesty, though, my nigga, that's why I fuck with you

'cause I know you think about it enough for the both of us.

Yo, it's crazy because the truth is, my nigga,

I don't feel no fear.

The cops coulda been right there,

and we have just banged out, man,

till the last fuckin' man dropped.

But at the same time,

but I can't help but to think all for what?

Man, for what? For the paper.

For the almighty dollar.

Yo, I can't believe that.

This nigga Kane's brother Dub

had 350 racks in his hand, my nigga,

when he got killed in that bank.

Yo, I could give up a hundred times that bread right now

and that shit still won't bring him back.

Man, I believe there's no dodgin' death, my nigga.

Your day is already written.

When it's time to go, you gotta go no matter what.

Yo, Miz, but if that's the case,

then why bang back, my nigga?

Yo, I don't even know where I'm goin' with this.

I'll just blame that shit on the alcohol.

I hear you, Rafe.

Maybe it's time to make a change for real, though.

You gotta open yourself up to somethin' new.

And what do you mean by that?

Yo, my nigga, I know nine out of ten times

you're gonna tell me no,

but I also know not one time I needed you

you was never there for me.

What do you mean? What's up? Talk to me.

Yo, last time I linked up with my connect,

he said, yo, he wanna see me do well and all that,

he wanna see me do good. He has a plan for me.

Shit, I'm happy for you, man.

I know niggas on the streets,

they spend their entire lives

lookin' for a serious connect.

Yo, I don't want you to be happy for me, my nigga.

I want you to be happy for us.

Yo, Miz, don't start with that shit, man.

- Not now. - Listen to me, Rafe.

I don't know when this is gonna happen

I don't even really know if it's gonna happen,

but one thing I do know, though, I can't do it alone.

I mean, I can, but not at least with one person

I can fully trust.

Yo, I stick to what I know, Miz.

I stay in my lane.

Man, progress requires change, Rafe.

Maybe it's time for you to step out your comfort zone.

I don't know what it's time for.

All I know is I'm gonna eat regardless.

Yo, I'm not gonna beat it into your head,

but at least tell me you'll think about it.

I'll think about it, man.

I'll give that shit some serious thought.

Fresh know the thing already,

so I want to make know this.

We're on to a whole new thing.

The new year thing, we have to deal with it proper.

Can't do the same fuckery that go on before.

We have to deal with the thing like all Brooklyn's the set.

Make the thing like the wild, wild West,

but not to lose, yous hear me?

We have to deal with it proper.

Come one time, I'm gonna deal with the man.

The bagga recklessness is done.

We want to deal with the man, him you go for, and you're done.

The boy Miz in on our drug thing.

The way to deal with him some different,

'cause right now, we can't find him.

Everywhere we look for the boy, and cannot find.

New year, new thing, i-yah.

And the best way for start new year,

have to end the old year proper.

We have to deal with it, i-yah.

Fresh: We have to find that "phantom boy."

G: All of us have a icepick or a three-star ratchet,

we deal with the thing the old way.

We now follow the American way,

not like some island thing coming all at him.

The way the boy move? Him deal with things

like how we deal with things, so we know nothing.

The only thing we know is that we cannot sleep on them man.

We have to deal with them hungry

and pressure them. Yous hear me?

Have to do it wicked and wicked and wicked. Yous hear me?

Can't make them notice our drug thing.

All that depend upon reciprocating. And like me say,

our yard, this, and the boy can't dis my yard.

So when we reach abroad, no want the boy to dis up my thing

and violate everything are goin'. Yous hear me?

New year, new thing, family. Me try to show you.

The bodies, them start pile up,

I not fear the bodies if them pile up,

I fear where the bodies are pile up. You get me?

Fresh: Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Nahsaynothin, hear what I tell you?

Just make sure you're ready to mash the works.

How we deal with the thing different.

Nobody leave your head back loose, i-yah.

All of that will splash out without you even realize and feel it.

You just drop down. Your life gone. Take away.

- That's how we deal with everything. - [ Fresh mutters ]

My life I value.

We no deal with no fuckery, you get me?

We're gonna put 2014 to rest, i-yah,

and rise 2015 and make that forward.

Yous hear me? New year, new life.

More progress, brethren.

Like we fuck up 2015, i-yah, yous hear me?

I feel the year our year. Depend on the fuckin' thing.

When we reach our yard good for 2015, our year.

We're gonna fuck up Brooklyn and reach back a Yard good, good, good

with some of them bloodclots lookin', wondering how we in charge.

Foreign money we wanna spend.

Brooklyn thing? We goin' a Yard, 2015. I feel it.

Fresh: Blessed. 2015, I'm gonna bust out clean.

Everything's good, everything.

- G: Rastafari. - Everything.

Tai: Yo, Mister!

Hey, yo, Mister!

The fuck you want from me, shorty?

Yo, why you always actin' so angry, my nigga?

- What the fuck you got for me? - Yo, chill! Yo, chill.

I got some information for you

about that nigga Scary-- I mean, Sugar Kane.

What the fuck you just said?

Yo, that nigga Sugar Kane backed out on you

- with a phone, my nigga. - Oh!

That nigga doesn't even know his jaw is on a limb right now!

Word, Mister, that nigga backed out on you with an IPhone 5.

This nigga Shane was crackin' jokes about you and all that.

All right, all right, little nigga.

Get the fuck out of here.

They killed my fuckin' cousin.

[ elevator beeping ]

Where have you been, Tai?

I just came from Flatbush. What's up?

I've been lookin' all over for you.

I even asked Shane if he saw you.

What's goin' on? You all right?

No, I'm not all right. Like, they killed Keen!

- Who killed Keen? - We don't know.

They found him downtown Brooklyn

with two gun wounds to the chest.

You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me.

No, Tai, I'm dead serious.

I was just on the phone with Auntie for like an hour

before I came lookin' for you to tell you the bad news.

Did Shane know Keen?

No. Keen and Shane, they never met.

Oh, because he was askin' if he ever met him before.

I told him the only time he was out here was like two months ago.

But that was brief.

You told him what happened, Shay?

Yeah, he saw me rattled so he was concerned!

He even asked what Keen looked like to see if he met him before.

What did you tell him, Shay? What did you tell him?

I told him that they found him up on State Street and that--

Why the fuck are you tellin' people my personal business?

Look, watch how you speak to me, all right?

Tai, I don't care how tall you get.

I'm still your older sister.

And anyway, what's the big deal?

Ain't Shane supposed to be your boy?

You and him was like Frick and Frack

when you first started comin' out here.

Yo, I don't want nobody knowin' my personal business.

I don't need this nigga Shane

runnin' around tellin' everybody what happened.

Look, Tai, that's not my problem, all right?

I'm on my way to go see Auntie.

I'm about to go-- go to the store,

get ready, and then go head out to her.

She's really goin' through it right now.

You comin' or what?

I got some shit I gotta handle.

I'll probably see you later.

Tai, make sure you come, all right?

Auntie needs you right now.

[ voices murmuring ]

Oh, shit.

Get the fuck outta here.

Yo, these are the same Jamaicans niggas we was lookin' for.

Yo, get the fuck outta here.

Yo, we gonna kill these niggas.

[ car horn honks ]

[ all speaking heavy Patois ]

[ gunshot ]

What?

I can't believe you told this nigga Shane.

What you wanted me to do, like...?

Don't say nothin'.

All this fuckin' time I'm thinkin' it's somethin' else.

This nigga got me fuckin' set up.

Now he won't answer his fuckin' phone?

Well, fuck that.

I can't fuckin' deal with this nigga, man.

This shit is fuckin' crazy, man.

[ sighs ]

He has his fuckin' phone.

This nigga better answer his fuckin' phone.

I can't take this shit, my nigga.

All this fuckin' time I'm thinkin' it's somethin' else.

This nigga got me fuckin' set up.

Robbed, I got shot.

I'm sittin' here holding this nigga down and he doin' this?

Homie or not, man, this nigga's gonna catch a hot one.

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