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- Yeah, that's right Baby. Uh-huh. Fuck!

Show em the Puerto Rican cheese.

Mhm-hmm.

Shit!

Let's go home.

Babe.

Come on.

No one would miss us here.

- We just gotta get through the summer

and then we'll be good.

I'll get some money to pay for your tuition.

I'll send some down to Chico.

I just want to be able to-

Babe. Babe. I'll tell her.

You heard from Nicky?

No. No. Not at all.

It's, it's crazy.

I know.

That's your boy.

- I've be more than fair, haven't I?

When you borrowed the 50 K, I told you didn't I?

Didn't I?

Yes you did.

You have two months

or I take back the club.

Meet Arturo.

His father owns the place.

I own the place.

Oh, my bad.

He's our boss now.

Nice to meet you.

Give me a dance.

What?

I'll pay for it.

Ha ha ha. You're bugging.

You bugging.

I said I'd totally pay for it.

We gotta go.

Que?

- Pack your stuff. We gotta go now.

Okay.

We gotta go. Pack.

What?

Gio.

Gio!

What?

What is he?

Yo, go!

Huh?

Man, take this and go.

But I

Now! Go!

- Someone's life is another one's lesson.

- In life you always have a choice,

or at least you're made to think that you do.

But sometimes we get caught up, just like caught up in it

and shit.

We're just born into it.

We have no choice.

And like those choices, what we do are actions.

They're like, limited.

So choice?

Nah, it's not real.

You feel me?

It's not real.

All you can do is go.

What happened back there?

Huh?

- What the fuck happened to Arturo?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- You know, you got me into this foolishness.

What?

I didn't want be doing this.

I have a future.

I have school.

Shut the fuck up.

You always talking about how you have school.

You got this.

Well, it's true.

Well, whooptie fucking do.

And you have a baby.

- Yo. You don't have to bring that shit up

every single time.

Yeah. Why not?

Huh? Why can't we just have a...

There, okay? Drop it.

It's done.

You have nothing to worry about.

Now let's get this shit done and go home.

You're late.

Well, good thing you're dressed.

You knocked me out, bitch.

Hey, cut the crap.

- Calm the fuck down. Okay? It was an accident.

I thought it was poppers.

Then what the fuck was it?

Nevermind.

Well, I think you should know,

I woke up with Arturo dead...

next to me.

And Peaches and Wesley were there

when I got up, and they probably think I did it.

I'm freaking out, man!

I'm freaking...

Calm down.

I could go to jail.

I can't.

You didn't kill him.

I was drugged.

Maybe... I...

You didn't.

How do you know?

- You wouldn't do something like that.

You have your whole singing career ahead of you.

You need a drink or something?

No.

What's going on?

- Solomon wanted to have a little gathering

with some of his associates

and needed a few of the Homeboys.

So yeah, we're here for the service.

Homeboys?

It's fine.

It's fine.

It's okay, papi.

I mean, what's Solomon do?

I mean, what is all this?

Later, yeah?

Hi, there.

You're late.

Yo. So we coming in or what?

Sorry. Sorry.

Yes. Yes.

Drink?

No, we're good.

No problem.

Oh, lube?

No.

Great. Yeah.

Great. Ooh, this is going to be great. Yeah.

So... how long have you been giving Homeboy services for?

Just a year.

Helps with school.

School?

- Listen, what you in the mood for?

- Oh, somebody likes to get to the point.

Not used to you boys being like that.

It's our specialty.

- Well, to be honest, I kind of want to watch you two.

Yeah. Yeah.

Private show.

Yeah.

Have a seat.

- Have you lost your motherfucking mind,

touching me like that?

- What the fuck is going on here?

- That fool, Arturo, really tried it.

He showed up and showed out.

- Okay, I'm gonna ask you one more time.

What the fuck is going on here?

Relax. So he came to the club,

then he asked for his money.

Next thing you know, he's dead in the boom boom room.

Okay? Where's his body?

- Oh, it's in the trunk... in pieces.

Are you fucking serious?

As a heart attack.

Relax. Relax.

And the money, the money was for mom.

I knew I couldn't pay him back.

I am your brother.

You come to me.

Do you hear me?

The next time you come to me.

It's handled.

- There's a dead body chopped up in your trunk.

Ain't nothing handled right now.

It's fine.

All right, all right.

All right. We're gonna figure out what we're gonna do.

And with Frankie.

- Oh, well he seems like he takes direction well.

- Yeah, well, we about to find out

just how far he's willing to go.

So you live here or something?

Kind of.

Solomon takes good care of me.

You know, he could take good care of you too.

I can take care of myself.

We could all use some help.

So this is the dude that's replacing Nicky?

I don't think he has it in him.

I mean, Nicky was pretty good.

Can he even suck dick?

What was that about Nicky?

Man? Nothing.

- You guys know Arturo's dead, right?

What happened?

Whoa. Not now, Val. Chill.

Stop being passive aggressive.

Yo. Stop using big-ass words.

Those words are basic.

- Yo, why did you have to suck his dick?

Huh? He didn't ask you.

Because I knew you wouldn't.

And I knew you wanted the extra thousand.

So I'm here just doing my job, supporting your baby.

Yo, you keep his name outta your dick sucking mouth.

You hear me?

- It should be Solomon you should be hating, dear, not me.

Fuck!

- So what do you know about the Homeboys?

I don't.

I mean, I see some of guys hang out at the club,

like a clique, a club.

Do you know what we do?

Bet I can guess.

There are only seven Homeboys.

I like to think

that we provide a exclusive after club experience.

They hoes.

No, no, no.

The Homeboys are fantasy.

They're young, they're beautiful,

they're discreet young men.

$25,000 a month retainer plus tips.

$25,000?

Their clientele...

politically powerful and connected people.

Rich people, real money.

No regrets, no limits.

Who are the seven?

Miguel, Wesley...

- Alex, Gio, Valentino, and Nicky.

Well, of course we haven't seen Nicky in what, two months?

But that creates an interesting opportunity

for somebody like yourself.

We could use you.

- You know, there's a lot of shady shit

going on around here.

And this isn't really my gig.

- Look, I know Nicky was your friend

but this is an opportunity that you can't pass up.

I mean, look at it this way.

When's the last time you heard from Nicky?

Hmm? Do you think he's thinking about you?

Do you think he gives a damn about you?

Get your head outta your fucking ass, man.

This is the opportunity of a lifetime

and I'll take it off the table real fast.

So make up your mind.

So what if I go?

What if I want out?

Well, then you're on your own.

You see, my guys are clean.

I got their back.

Who's got yours?

I mean, look, it's gonna happen.

That knock on the door, the authorities come,

they take you when they want to talk to you.

Who's watching your ass?

Like I said, my guys are clean.

You work with us, you'll be clean too.

All your sins washed away.

- They say you have choices, but...

What if your only choice is to survive?

Your choices aren't just about you.

Almost never about you.

You only have one choice... to survive.

All right guys, listen up.

All right, guys, listen up.

Hey, hoes, I said listen up.

Who you calling a hoe?

You. You're a hoe.

Look guys, I want you to meet the newest Homeboy.

That's funny.

I don't remember his initiation.

Did he get fucked in?

'Cause where was I?

- I guess this faggot got skipped in.

- Who the fuck you calling a faggot?

This some real bullshit.

Hey, hey, hey, look guys,

we don't need this mess right now.

Arturo's dead.

What?

Yeah, ask this one.

He can give you all the deets.

I didn't fucking kill nobody.

- Hey, hey, look, guys, look, like it or not,

he's with us.

He's your brother.

So let's try to make nice, all right?

You.

You two are going to bury Arturo's body.

Fuck you.

Solomon, I can't.

- Hey, you two guys are gonna take your sorry ass

into the woods and bury it.

This all part of being clean?

Damn skippy.

We got two issues here, boys, Arturo and Nicky.

This could really fuck us up.

Set us back.

Alex, Gio, Wesley, I need you guys to go down to the club

and do a couple of extra shifts.

I need you to find out if anybody saw something,

knows anything about Arturo.

But I need it to be done

in such a way that nobody knows what's going on.

The last thing we need is

for this thing to get out to the cops, got me?

What is Miguel gonna do?

- Hey, bitch, worry about yourself, huh?

Just get to steppin'.

- And as you make one survival choice

to the next,

you realize each choice is based on the last choice.

None of them great.

And so all your options are bad.

All your choices... bad.

- Well come on, get the shit out and dump it.

It's because of you we're in this mess.

Are you fucking here?

Are you kidding me?

Yeah. Are you fucking here?

- And when all your options are bad,

when you only have bad choices, bad things happen.

The badder the choices,

the badder the happenings

Police badge?

- And when bad things start happening,

keep happening, there really are no choices.

You just,

you just go.

- So that's how you did it?

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me.

I swear, fuck, it wasn't me.

- Everyone says you had it out for him

They are lying.

So where is he?

Where's Frankie?