All language subtitles for The Family Business_S04E06_Home Coming_track3_[eng]

["BET the Family Business" playing]

♪ Y'all ready? ♪

♪ Let's get this money, money ♪

♪ We got a mansion in Dubai ♪

♪ And our wardrobe keep us fly ♪

♪ We know you like it, aye ♪

♪ We know you like it, yeah ♪

♪ We always winning, and that's no lie ♪

♪ You really wish you had our life ♪

♪ We know you like it, aye ♪

♪ We know you like it ♪

♪ It's the family business ♪

-♪ Oh, nah, nah ♪
-♪ Family business ♪

♪ If one win, we all win ♪

-♪ Oh, nah, oh ♪
-♪ Family business ♪

[music concludes]

[birds chirping]

-Everyone in place?
-Positioned.

-[guard, over cellphone] In place.
-I'm in position.

In position.

Okay, boys and girls, it's time.
They're starting to arrive.

[somber piano music playing]

[sighs] Wait a minute, Lil Vegas.
I'll be right there.

Just let me help my mama up, a'ight?
I'll see you in a minute.

You know your brother had something
to do with this, don't you?

Ma, Kenny ain't do this.

He wasn't around the other day, Curtis.
Kenny was ready to kill me.

Look, I'm sorry.
Kenny didn't do this, not to Sasha.

-A mother knows.
-[sighs]

A mother knows
when her child has gone astray.

[sighs] And Kenny,
he's out there somewhere…

[sobs] …trying to act like your daddy.

If we don't find him,
he's gonna wind up dead.

Look at these guns.
Look at these guns all around us.

L.C. and them are not playing.

-Do you hear me?
-Yeah, Ma.

They're gonna kill my baby
if we don't find him.

[sighs] Come on, come on.

♪ Honestly, can't go forward ♪

♪ Without you and me I don't know why ♪

♪ I'm good without you
Right here by my side ♪

♪ Hopefully I'll make it
Through the night… ♪

[sobs]

Junior. Baby, please.

-You all right, Aunt Donna?
-Mm-mm, mm-mm. I don't think I--

-This is more than I can deal with. I--
-Don't worry, I got you.

-Come on, you got this.
-I, um--

I can't handle this.
I feel like I'mma faint.

-No, no. I got you. Come on.
-Okay.

One step at a time, come on.

♪ …Be the last time I get to ♪

♪ If I knew the last time
I went to hug you ♪

♪ That's the last one that we'll do ♪

♪ I woulda held on longer ♪

♪ I woulda held on longer ♪

♪ I woulda held on longer ♪

♪ If I knew the last time
Was the last time ♪

♪ I'd see you for real ♪

♪ So many questions it's unexpected ♪

♪ What is the lesson? ♪

♪ Hope you get this message ♪

♪ With these tears in my eyes ♪

♪ I finally realize
How could this be? ♪

♪ Facing the words
They're hard to believe ♪

♪ All of your birthdays
Will be tough for me ♪

♪ To make it through I got the news ♪

♪ And if I knew ♪

♪ If I knew the last time
I seen you crying ♪

♪ Would be the last time I get to ♪

[sighs] You're in my seat.

What makes you think this is your seat?

Because it belongs
to the mother of the deceased.

Contrary to popular belief,
she was my daughter.

That's why.

-Really?
-It's okay.

-We can move down.
-Okay. All right.

-[sighs]
-Oh.

You need to move down one more,
so Junior can sit.

-Really?
-[L.C.] Come on, it's okay.

[sobs]

Shit. I don't know about y'all,
but I feel like a sitting duck out

in all this open space.

Sebastian, you're acting
all scared, and paranoid, and trippin'.

Ain't none of us in harm's way.
L.C.'s got this on lock.

Uh. I don't know if you forgot,

but we've already lost a few
well protected men in the last few days.

And now a woman
who was a Duncan assassin?

I ain't paranoid. I'm scared.

[chuckles] As long as they don't go
for a head shot, I'm fine.

What does that mean?

Motherfucker!
You got on a bulletproof vest?

[chuckles] Knock, knock. Thick skin.
You're never getting Senior Cruz.

-Bang! Look out! He's got a gun! [laughs]
-Shut the fuck up.

Fuck this, man.
They done seen my face already.

Y'all give 'em my thoughts and prayers,
and all that shit. I'm out.

-Hey, where are you going?
-I'm gonna go to the bar.

[laughs] Scary ass.

[dramatic music playing]

[Junior] Can you believe they showed up?

I understand how you feel, fellas,
but this isn't about them.

This is about Sasha.
So, let's stay focused, all right?

[man over cellphone] Rob,
we just had a car roll through the gate.

-What? C Note, you got eyes on this?
-I do now.

-Who the hell is driving that car?
-They're opening the door right now.

It's a woman.

[Rob] If they look in any way hostile,
you blow 'em away.

Copy that.

No, no, no, no!

Ain't this about a bitch.
I know that damn walk anywhere.

I can't believe she showed up.

[dramatic music concludes]

♪ I got the news and if I knew ♪

♪ If I knew the last time
I said I love you ♪

♪ Would be the last time
I get to ♪

♪ If I knew the last time
I went to hug you ♪

♪ That's the last one I will do ♪

♪ I woulda held on longer ♪

♪ I woulda held on longer ♪

♪ I woulda held on longer ♪

-[Charlotte sobs]
-Hi, Mom.

[both sob]

Welcome home.

-I wish it was under better circumstances.
-Me too.

Dad.

She's gone, Paris. She's gone.

It's okay.

Don't worry.

I'm here.

We are gonna find out who did this.

-I'm so glad she showed up.
-Me too.

♪ If I knew the last time
Was the last time ♪

♪ I'd see you for real ♪

[Brother Minister]
Elijah, it's time for us to leave.

You may leave at any time, minister.

-No, you must leave too.
-No. Not yet.

-It's okay, Elijah.
-It's not okay.

-[melancholic music playing]
-None of this is okay.

Me sitting in front
of this casket is not okay.

The woman I love and wanted to marry

being dead is not okay.

Do you not understand that?

[Brother Minister]
You're right, Elijah. It's not okay.

And I'm not going to sit here
and act like it's ever going to be okay.

In life, the pain can be incomprehensible.

But, Elijah, maybe it's because we aren't
meant to understand.

It is the will of Allah, son.

[melancholic music concludes]

♪ If I knew the last time
I saw her crying ♪

♪ Would be the last time I get to ♪

♪ If I knew the last time
I went to hug you ♪

♪ That's the last one I will do
I woulda held on longer… ♪

I love you, Sasha Duncan.

You will forever be missed.

♪ …If I knew the last time
Was the last time ♪

♪ I'd see you for real ♪

"We belong to Allah
and to Him we shall return."

Inshallah.

[indistinct chatter]

What's going on, O? You got my text?

-The jet's all set.
-Yeah, I got it. Thanks.

But with everything going on,
I don't think I'm gonna be going.

O, hey, how's Vincent?

Little man is stable.
Thank you so much for asking.

The sooner we can get him to UCLA,
the better.

Then what's all this talk
about you not going?

O, we're family.
I got your back, you got mine.

-[Paris] Amen to that.
-Hey.

-We all have each other's back.
-Oh, there she is.

I didn't get a chance to tell you earlier,

but I just want you to know
I'm really happy that you're home, sis.

Yeah, me too.
I just wish it was for different reasons.

Look, I apologize
for not making it to the wedding.

-Oh.
-Oh, girl, please. Come here.

And thank you for that wonderful present.

With a gift like that,
you don't need to apologize.

-We're still enjoying it.
-I appreciate that.

-Thank you.
-We love you.

-So little sis, are you home for good?
-At least until we find Sasha's killer.

-That's my new life mission.
-Yeah.

Any idea where I should start?

I've been racking my head around it
ever since they found her body.

Do you think
it has something to do with the killing

of the members of the Table?

No, I don't think so.

What happened to Sasha was personal.

Very personal.
They stabbed her over 40 times.

[sighs]

Who had the most to gain from her death?
Who had motive?

-Donna.
-Don't even go there, O.

I know how y'all feel about her…

-Oh, baby. Baby--
-…but Aunt Donna ain't done this shit.

Get that through your head.

-Excuse me. Come on, babe.
-But-- I'm sorry, you guys.

Listen, first of all, I love you.
And it's good to have you back home.

Thank you, bro. I'm happy too.

Now, if you're gonna go look into this,

don't leave any stone unturned,
you got me?

Yeah, I got you.

-Okay. I love you.
-I love you.

Thank you for coming.
I know you didn't know Sasha well.

Yeah. Well, I was here to support Elijah,

and your family, and you, Curtis.

-Me?
-Yeah.

Why me?

Because I would be lying if I didn't say
that you were an important part of my life

that I never wanna forget. And because…

Something to take your mind off
your loss of your cousin.

Life is too short for regrets.

Better go help my father
with that pudding.

All right.

[chuckles softly]
Yeah, life is hella short.

[gunshots]

Damn, Lil Vegas.

You've really learned
how to handle that thing.

-Hell yeah, I have. [chuckles]
-[chuckles]

[Paris] They say I give the best gifts.

-You liked that gun I got you?
-I love it.

Let me see. No, I'm good.

Damn.

I heard you was good, cuz,
but you're more than good.

That's some of the best shooting
I've ever seen.

Thank you.
Look, I need to talk to the two of you.

Curtis, you are the best
bounty hunter in the game,

and Nevada, you can hack computers
better than the CIA.

We need to find out
who the hell did this to Sasha.

What do you need us to do?

Get in touch with your contacts,
all of them.

If the streets are talking,
find out what they're saying.

-Somebody heard or saw something.
-I'm on it.

And Nevada, I need you to hack
into the police system and find out

each and every thing
they have on Sasha's murder.

Also, get the records for Sasha's phone
for 48 hours before she died.

Got it.

Now, who was the person
she spent the most time with?

-Elijah.
-Elijah.

Elijah.

Director Dawkins? Direct--

-Hey, Dr. Richardson.
-Hey, Dr. Kennel.

I was trying to catch the Director
before he went inside.

-Maybe I should knock.
-I would not recommend that.

You do know that's Patient Zero's room.

-Patient Zero? Who's that?
-Patient Zero?

He's the most dangerous,
demented psychopath in this facility.

He's a real case study.

Multiple personality disorder,
schizophrenia,

psychosomatic disorder,
psychotic disorder-- Just to name a few.

That guy, he's the real-life Joker.

You could write several theses on him,
from what I've heard.

Heard? You mean he's never been treated?

No, barely left that room
since he's been admitted.

Last time they let him out,
he killed two orderlies.

Well, if he's that threatening,
why hasn't he been sedated?

I mean, I'm in charge
of all the medication,

and I don't see him listed
under my pharmaceutical database.

-What's his name again?
-Larry Duncan.

[scoffs] Any relation
to another psychopath, Orlando Duncan?

Excuse me?

Oh, nothing, sorry.
That was one of my personal jokes.

[both laugh]

Yeah, so tell me more
about this Patient Zero.

Well, like I said, he's a special patient.

-Mm-hmm.
-And the Director works with him on

a one-on-one basis. Scary, huh?

A little and nonetheless intriguing.
I'm curious about this patient.

I mean, to work with someone like that
can be very titillating.

Well, be careful what you ask for.

I'm hearing they're planning
on letting him interact

with the general population, you know,
soon, during the state inspections.

-Hmm.
-Personally, I can't wait.

I mean, this guy is the perfect candidate
for my new electroshock therapy.

Hey, speaking of therapy, Dr. Richardson,
how would you feel about assisting me

in my group therapy session
this afternoon?

I'm looking for someone
who can occasionally fill in?

I'd love to, Dr. Kennel.
This'll give me a different vantage point

to see how patients react
to their medication.

Terrific.
Let me show you the patient roster.

-Okay.
-We've got this one guy

-who needs a little…
-[suspenseful music playing]

[suspenseful music concludes]

-[birds chirping]
-[somber music playing]

[sobs, sighs]

Can we talk?

Sure.

This is Nefertiti.

A good friend.
Brother Minister's daughter.

We've met.

And yeah, she's quite friendly.

My brother, Orlando
and my cousin, Curtis can attest to that.

We need to talk, Elijah. Alone.

-Excuse us, please.
-[somber music concludes]

They told me you were supposed
to meet up with Sasha the night she died.

We were.

I was going to propose.

But she never showed up.

I waited an hour, called her phone.

Got no answer.

-[sobs]
-[melancholic music playing]

Yeah.

She told me she was converting to Islam.

Thought she was just fucking around.

I didn't know you were serious.

I loved her.

I love her.

[Paris] I can see that.

[Elijah sighing]

Elijah…

the night she died,
are you sure you didn't see it?

I was too concerned
about getting my proposal right.

I didn't pay attention to anything else.
[sobs, sighs]

The parking lot was completely dark.

Did anyone else know
you were supposed to meet her that night?

Her mother, your aunt.

[cellphone buzzing]

-What's up, Nevada.
-[Nevada] Aunt Paris,

I got the tower records
for Sasha's phone like you asked.

Okay. What'd you find out?

On the day she died,
it shows Sasha was at a tower

near Farmingdale Airport,
then the hospital, Central Park,

and then near the pier in Long Beach.

Central Park? What the hell
was Sasha doing in Central Park?

[Nevada] I don't know.

Okay, thank you.
Nevada, keep working on that other thing.

Okay.

Central Park?

[sighs] That's so random.

Doesn't make sense.
What was she doing at Central Park?

She was… she was getting hot dogs.

She knew how much I liked them.

[sobs]

-[melancholic music concludes]
-[upbeat music playing]

Oh, come on, Keisha.
Don't do me like that.

You know how much I hate
when you put me on ignore.

You could have cost me my job.

Look, I don't know
how you snuck up in here,

but I suggest you leave
before Rio sees you.

He had a death in the family.
He's not in a good mood today.

I ain't scared of him.

He should be grateful I even graced this

bougie ass overpriced spot
with my presence.

-[sighs]
-Oh, hell no.

You are barred from this place.
Get the fuck out of my club.

-Okay, calm down, okay?
-No, no, no, no, no.

I come in peace and not only that…

I am sorry about the other night.

And in honor of your loved one,
my condolences.

Oh, great. Now, this negro wanna pay.
Ain't this some shit?

-Look, I don't wanna hear nothing--
-Consider it atonement

for my actions the other night.

-No, I'm really sorry.
-Yeah, you better.

Excuse me, hon, you have a guest.

Thanks, Pierre.

One more peep outta you,

and I'll have my guys
bounce you out of here, literally.

-I'm not playing with you.
-Okay, I don't play.

Keisha, you better handle that.

[Mario] What--

Where did you get
all that damn money from?

Well, you're acting
like I robbed a bank or something.

-Did you?
-No, trick, but guess what I did do?

I played the first three digits
of your boss' license plate number

and that shit hit.

-Stop playing.
-[chuckles] You've seen the green.

Does it look like I'm playing?

-Are you serious?
-[chuckles] If I'm lying, I'm dying.

Mm-hmm.

You know, he's officially
my good luck charm.

I'mma need his phone number,
address, Social Security, and birthday.

He's about to make a bitch rich.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[exhales]

I'll take that, thank you very much.

Damn it, Rio!

Oh, stop whining,
I'mma get you some more.

You always hated to share.

Because you always wanna take
what I got. You and Sasha.

[both laugh]

Damn, she's really gone.

-This is crazy.
-I know.

I'm still trying to wrap
my mind around it, but it just…

-doesn't seem real.
-[melancholic music playing]

I'm glad you came home for the service.
We all wanted you to be there.

We weren't sure if you were gonna make it.

Oh.

I wouldn't have missed it for anything.

-What about your boo?
-Oh. I don't think I have a boo anymore.

What?

Damn, I'm sorry. I mean, it looked
like you was having a lot of fun.

I was for a while.

But not as much fun
as I was having with you and Sasha.

[chuckles]

-To Sasha.
-To Sasha.

I promise you revenge.

I'm gonna miss you, cuz.

-[melancholic music concludes]
-[birds chirping]

-Hey, Larry.
-Ah.

When they told me I had a visitor,

I was hoping it would be somebody
I wanted to talk to.

What the hell are you doing here, L.C.?

[sighs]

Look, I…

I wanted to come and tell you in person.

Sasha's dead.

-Sasha?
-Yeah.

Sasha Duncan?

Lou's daughter, my niece?

Did you kill Sasha, L.C.,
to get her money,

like you killed Lou to get his,

like you got me locked up in here
to take mine?

No, Larry.
I didn't kill Sasha, I didn't kill Lou,

and I've never…
touched anybody's money.

Liar.

Then what the hell do you want here?

I wanna make amends, Larry.

Now, with Lou being gone,
now Sasha. That-- [sighs]

I want you to know
just how important you are to me.

Larry, you're my brother.

I love you.

But you got me locked up
in this place, L.C.

-That ain't love.
-Yeah, listen,

I'm gonna try to fix that, too.

Now, Nee Nee tells me
you've been on your meds,

and you're doing better.

So, I'm gonna talk
to the facility director,

see if maybe I can get him
to let you come home for a visit.

For a visit? [laughs]

That's supposed
to make me feel better, right?

Larry, it's a start, okay?

Come by the house, you know, have--

Just a nice home-cooked meal,
see your kids.

What do you say?

Uh… [sobs]

-You're really gonna talk to the director?
-Yeah.

Uh… well…

One more thing, L.C.

-[melancholic music playing]
-Did you kill my niece? [sobs]

Did you kill Sasha?

-[L.C.] Larry. No, Larry.
-[sobs]

I didn't kill her, okay?

Sasha… Sasha was like my own.

Yeah, yeah.

Sasha.

[sobbing]

All right.

[melancholic music concludes]

[somber music playing]

-Want a drink?
-Not really into day drinking.

-Oh, that's too bad.
-[birds chirping]

What's this about?

Sasha and I were close. You know that.

And, um. I was just curious, you know.

Everyone knows how you felt about Sasha,
and how you feel about your money.

Now, that Sasha and Uncle Lou are gone,

you can probably get your hands
on all of it, his and hers.

Ah! The goddamn audacity of you kids.

Who the fuck do you think you are
to come in my house and question me

-about me and my daughter?
-She was my cousin.

Yeah, Sasha and you were cousins.

But it was you
who almost got her ass killed last year,

and the reason why she ended up kidnapped.
Or have you forgotten about that?

[sighs]

My daughter and I reconciled
our differences.

Had your ass been that close to her,
she would have let you know that.

So, fuck you
and your fake ass loyalty and concern

about solving your cousin's murder.
So kindly, get the fuck out of my house.

You know, Donna…

I'm gonna let you have that one
out of respect,

since you did just lose your daughter.

But if you ever talk to me
like that again,

I will take this thing
and shove it up your nostril

through your head so damn fast
that your brains fall out of your ears.

Sasha might have been your child,
but my mama is Chippy Duncan,

and I remember
watching her whip your ass.

Don't forget that shit.

Thank you for your hospitality

[chuckles]
Little bitch, just like her mama.

[laughs]

Mr. Duncan.

-Doctor.
-Have a seat, sir.

I was told you want to discuss
something about Larry.

-Everything okay?
-Well, it… it can be with your help.

I'd like to bring
my brother home for Easter.

-A visit outside of the facility?
-Yes. We think it would be good for him.

I have a full security staff.

Plus, my daughter-in-law is a nurse
with plenty of experience.

Um. You know, your ability
to provide those amenities

and your desire
to do so are quite admirable.

Mm-hmm.

However, not only
are there security risks, there's a lot--

How does half a million dollars sound,
Dr. Kennel?

[chuckles nervously]
I'm sorry. What do you mean?

I'm willing to pay a half million dollars

to have my brother released
for a weekend visit.

Plus, I'll pay for any staff
you feel he'll need

to protect you and Fresh Meadows
from any risk

you feel this may subject you to.

Well, you know. I… I'm not sure--

A million dollars paid to Fresh Meadows,

plus a half million dollars
paid to you personally.

That should cover any and everything
you'd ever be concerned about.

[chuckles] You know, um…

there are a few things I need to check on.

Can I circle back with you
on this tomorrow?

You know, there's red tape, you know.
I'm sure you understand.

I do, but I expect this
to be cleared within 48 hours.

-Forty-eight hours, yeah.
-Yeah.

-Thank you, Mr.--
-Yeah.

-The half million was to me?
-Yes, you.

-Personally? Okay, I'll call you tomorrow.
-Yeah.

-Huh, Cohibas. Where'd you find those?
-Oh, a local tobacco shop.

Really? What's the name of the shop?

Do you know-- [chuckles]
I don't remember.

But you can get these almost anywhere.

Huh.
Well, thank you for your time, Doctor.

-Thank you, sir. We'll talk tomorrow.
-I look forward to your call.

[chuckles] A half million.

-Fuck!
-Everything okay, Mr. Duncan?

There's something weird
going on in that place.

Something real weird.

Carl, you know a thing or two
about cigars, don't you?

-Yes, sir. A little something.
-Where can you find Cohibas?

Cuba, unless you know someone.

-Those are some hard-to-find stogies.
-That's what I thought.

What would you say if someone told you
they get 'em at a local smoke shop?

[chuckles] I'd say he didn't have Cohiba.

Local smoke shop, out here? He was lying.

My thoughts exactly.

Look, we gotta get out of here.

I gotta get to where
I can make a phone call

and get Paris and Junior on the line.

All right.

[sighs]

[Larry] I cannot believe this shit!

-Ah!
-[Dr. Kennel] Director, are you okay?

Do I look like I'm fucking okay? No!

I'm not okay. Fuck.
Somebody killed my niece.

-[somber music playing]
-What the hell you do this time?

-What happened?
-Someone killed his niece.

I swear to God,
when I finish this shit with L.C.

I'm gonna find out who killed my Sasha…
[sobs]

…and I'm gonna torture those motherfuckers
until they beg me to kill 'em,

and then I'm gonna torture them
some more.

Let me know who did it, OG.

Nobody kills a Duncan but a Duncan.
Now, get out of here so I can get dressed!

Shit. What the fuck's happening?

-What the fuck's happening?
-[somber music concludes]

[soft music playing]

-It's time to come home, Larry.
-You said something, Mr. Duncan?

No.

-Mr. Duncan.
-Yeah.

Can you guys get a signal?
Is your phone working?

-No, sir.
-No, sir.

But there's a police car behind us.
Looks like we're getting pulled over.

-Were you speeding?
-No, sir. Not at all.

Damn. Well, go ahead. Pull over.
Can you get a signal?

-No, sir.
-[sighs]

Afternoon, gentlemen.
License and registration.

Is there a problem, officer?

-You been drinking, sir?
-No, sir.

-I don't drink.
-I smell alcohol on your breath.

-I don't drink.
-And weed.

You two boys been smoking marijuana?

Marijuana?
[scoffs] Nah, we haven't.

We don't even smoke cigarettes.

I'm gonna need you
to step out of the vehicle.

-Man, hold--
-[L.C.] Hey, why? Why?

Hey, what's going on? What's going on?

-Listen--
-Get out slowly, please.

[L.C] Hold on. Get out for what?
He hasn't done anything.

-I'm not gonna ask you again.
-Wow.

-[L.C.] Oh, my God.
-Okay.

-Walk.
-I need--

-Turn around and walk.
-[L.C.] Hey.

Can you tell me what I did first?

-I'm just saying I ain't do anything.
-[intense music playing]

Hands behind your back.

You could at least tell me
what I did wrong.

I wasn't drinking, wasn't smoking.

All right, you just sit right down.
Sit down.

So, you ain't gonna answer me?
Just not gonna say nothing, right?

That's some bullshit. All right.

Now, I'm gonna need you
to step out of the vehicle.

-[L.C.] Oh, hell no. This is bullshit.
-This is crazy.

This is ridiculous!
He's not even driving the vehicle.

I would suggest to you

not to listen to the old man
in the backseat and comply.

[L.C.] And why is he getting out the car?
What did he do?

-You profiling.
-[officer] Go on.

[L.C.] He's not even driving.

You got no right to do that, you know?

-[officer] Hands behind your back.
-Fuck.

Step over here. All right, turn around.

-[officer] Sit down.
-[Carlos] This is crazy, man.

Wait there.

-Okay, get out.
-Oh, hell no. I ain't going nowhere.

Listen, in fact, I'mma call my attorney.
Damn!

You either get out, or I'll get you out,
and that resisting is a charge.

You wanna arrest me? Arrest me for what?
I'm not resisting anything.

In fact, what's your badge number, huh?

My attorney is gonna have
a field day with you.

I'm not gonna ask you again, sir.

Step over to the side.

I'm not going--
Don't touch me, God damnit!

Fuck.

This is bullshit.
Racial profiling is what it is.

You see three black men in a nice car
and all of a sudden you wanna trump up

-a bunch of bullshit ass charges.
-You need to calm down.

Or what? Or what, huh?

I hope your body camera's working,
so you're recording this shit.

-Fuck is going on?
-Why don't I give you

something worth recording?

[Carl] Hey, what are you handling
your gun for, man?

-Hey, hold on, man.
-Hey, hey, hey. Hey, man!

-Hey, hey, no! No!
-What's up, man? Whoa, whoa!

-[gunshot]
-Oh shit!

-No! What the fuck?
-Motherfucker shot me.

-Man what's wrong with you--
-[gunshot]

Now, what were you saying?

[intense music concludes]

-["The Team" playing]
-♪ Turn the lights on ♪

♪ Turn up for the team
Buy up all the drinks ♪

♪ We don't need a reason
We just need the C.R.E.A.M. ♪

♪ Turn up for the team
We living the dream ♪

♪ Single for the weekend
Turn up for the team ♪

♪ Turn up for the team ♪

♪ Turn up for the team ♪

[song concludes]