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(reel flickering)
(uptempo hip hop music)
♪ Gentlemen ♪
♪ Let's broaden our minds ♪
♪ I remember ♪
♪ Being broke on my dick ♪
♪ Ain't had shit ♪
♪ Feel greatest when I started hittin' licks ♪
♪ This no fort nigger tried to mess with my name ♪
♪ OG's kept me ahead of the game ♪
♪ I remember ♪
♪ Snatch and run just to have something to eat ♪
♪ Small shoes put corns on my feet ♪
♪ So my heart's a street ♪
♪ Nigger really think he's smarter than me ♪
♪ Poor young nigger dig a heart in me ♪
♪ I remember ♪
♪ On the side of shorty hospital bed ♪
♪ 20 minutes 'fore I realized she dead ♪
♪ That's just fuckin' my head ♪
♪ So bring her back and give a bottle of bread ♪
♪ Wonder why He didn't take me instead ♪
♪ I see them smiling they thinking that I'm happy ♪
♪ Gotta stay focused 'cause the devil comin' at me ♪
♪ Dirt down to my knees 'cause I been ♪
♪ Needin' God lately ♪
♪ Mama just watching it 'cause I'm really going crazy ♪
♪ I pray to God that I see better days ♪
♪ Sick of settling work and so I need another way ♪
♪ Only thing that keep me grounded is my son's face ♪
♪ The next person try this shit ♪
♪ Gonna have a long day ♪
♪ My baby mama kiss me ♪
♪ I'm trying to have a little nigger ♪
♪ Hey I get so mad I get the urge put hands on a nigger ♪
♪ My mom and dad I cry so hard (mumbling) ♪
♪ So much playin' in a nigger heart to keep it cool ♪
♪ Where I'm from you don't eat ♪
♪ Unless you're breaking that love ♪
♪ I'm talking when these holes be breaking ♪
(sirens blaring)
- So what all you been up to today?
- Oh, typical day.
I went and seen my cousins.
- Yeah?
What they up to?
- Going at it again, same old thing.
Sean's mad at Will 'cause he's spending money like crazy.
They've always been so different.
When my mom died, my dad sent me to live with their mom.
That's my mom's older sister.
I don't know if I ever told you that,
but we grew up really close, so.
I'm only a few years older than Sean.
- Yeah?
- [Maria] Yeah.
- Got something for you.
- Why you always doin' this to me?
- 'Cause you my lady.
You're the one I'm gonna get married to.
I'm supposed to spoil to you the best way that I know how.
- Aw.
Oh my gosh.
Baby, it's beautiful!
- It's not as beautiful as you.
(chuckling)
Used to be my grandma's.
She gave it to me before she passed when I was like, 10.
- Yeah?
- She said it would always protect me, so...
Now it's gonna protect you.
- Baby, why are you giving it to me, then?
I have you to protect me.
- Yeah, you will always have me to protect you.
- Aw, okay look.
Why don't you hang on to it, because I have you.
I wanna know that you're safe,
and if you have it, I'll know.
You keep it.
- Think I can live with that.
Think I can live with that.
- Okay, but, you know,
you could show me how you're gonna protect me,
just one more time.
- Oh, you're just such the freak.
(chuckling)
Mmm, mmm, mmm.
Listen.
- What?
- How 'bout this?
I'm gonna go to work.
I'm gonna make sure I don't come back too late.
When I get back...
- Yeah?
- I'm gonna do everything that you tell me to do.
- Promise?
- I got you.
(laughing)
But, in the meantime, don't you have some studying to do?
- I do.
- Can't be a doctor-- - I am now, kind of,
but I'm kind of, you're an asshole.
- But you can't be a doctor if you flunking your classes.
- Okay fine, have it your own way, then.
Have it your own way.
I love you.
- Love you, too.
- [Maria] Be careful.
- Oh.
(laughing)
- [Radio Announcer] Fighting broke out overnight
between rival factions along the Israeli Syrian border.
Initial reports claim Israeli jet fighters
bombed a guerrilla base, killing at least 49 soldiers
and 13 civilians.
Damage to the base is said to be heavy
and the Israeli jets are reported to have made it
back to their headquarters safely.
A 49 year-old unidentified man went berserk last night--
- Baby, where you at?
It's so late.
Call me back.
(tense music)
- [Radio Announcer] Police have a suspect in custody,
but are not releasing any information
until they complete their investigation.
A government...
(tense music)
- Where is he?
(doorbell ringing)
(tense music)
(gasping)
(weeping)
Oh, God, oh my.
(melancholy music)
- Yo, this is fucked up.
- Yeah, I know.
What's up, cuz?
You all right?
I mean, I know you're not good, but,
under the circumstances are you good?
- No, she not good.
Someone just murdered her man.
Shit, we ain't good, either.
To find out who did this shit.
- Who did he have problems with?
Did he have problems with anybody?
- Come on, you know if you makin' money,
you got problems with everybody.
Or should I say, everybody got problems with you.
- Okay well, did he owe anybody?
- Huh unh.
That wasn't Mike's style.
See, if he owed you, he paid you.
Square business.
He always said there's two things you don't mess with:
a man's money and women,
and they don't have to be in that order.
- Okay, see that's what I don't get.
He didn't have problems with anybody.
He didn't owe nobody.
So then, why would somebody do this to him?
He was all I had.
- I know cuz, but you still got us.
(tense music)
- I see your pops here.
What'd he want?
- Who knows?
I'm sure he has his own reason,
just like everybody else here does.
But it damn sure ain't to support me.
(sighing)
- Well look, I hate to get outta here, but I got a class.
- Class?
(laughing)
You hear that?
This boy makin' 50,000 a week,
talking 'bout going to class.
- Yes, because I don't plan on doing this forever.
I mean, this is not my end game, big bro.
This is just a stepping stone.
- Point is, you makin' more money
than all the damn teachers at the school.
So this little end game ain't all that bad.
- Yeah, but this end game comes with one hell of a cost.
And one of our closest friends just paid that price.
Look, my teachers,
they wives is not worried about if they husband's
coming home at night for dinner.
- Whatever, man.
Hey, did you ask her?
- Man, it's not the time.
- Ask me what?
- Look cuz, just mourn your loss and we'll talk about it--
- Man, forget that.
What you wanna do with Mike's work, here?
You need us to move it for you?
We just had a shipment come in and I know
you gonna need help movin' that much weight.
- Man, what the hell is wrong with you?
Man, you don't care about nothin', do you?
- Man, I care enough to ask.
She gonna need the money.
- I do not know what he does with his stuff.
I don't know.
- What do you mean, you don't know?
- I don't know.
He never told me.
He never put me in that world.
Our life was this house and us, that's it.
I'll be right back.
- You all right?
Man, you should have never asked her that.
This is not the time.
- When is the right time?
What?
- I gotta go.
- That's what I thought.
(knocking) (water rushing)
- Who is it?
- It's me, Ella.
- Gimme a second.
I guess everybody here wants your money.
Too bad you didn't leave any.
Why'd you have to leave me like this?
Okay, get a grip.
Get it together.
- You okay?
You need anything?
- No, I'm fine.
- [Man] Sorry for your loss.
- [Maria] Thank you.
- [Ella] Did my son leave me anything?
- Anything like what?
- [Ella] You know he made a lot of money.
I know this place was paid for.
(laughing)
- I don't what your son left, but he didn't leave it here.
- You know this place is in my name, right?
- [Maria] So what's your point?
- My point is, I'm gonna need a place to live
since you don't wanna share what my son left us.
- You are so sick.
Your son hasn't even been dead two full weeks
and you're asking me what he left for you?
You never showed up here to see us.
You never called to say hi.
Oh, you called all right, but when you wanted something.
Not needed it, but wanted.
You want me out, that's fine.
You can have this place.
I'll be out in a month.
- Make it a week.
- Oh, you are so lucky you're his mother.
That is the only thing keeping me
from punching you in the face right now.
- Who the fuck you think you talking to right now?
- I'm talking to your mother bitch, and you, too.
- [Man] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
- [Woman] Get off my cousin, bitch.
(tense music)
- Let me go.
Get out of my way, Pop.
(tense music)
- What are you gonna do?
Kill that man's mama and his sister?
What are you gonna do?
- That's exactly what I'm gonna do.
Get outta my way.
- [Pop] You done lost your damn mind.
- No, I lost my man, and you and your daughter
are about to lose more than that
if you don't get the fuck outta my house.
- [Woman] Let's go.
- Maria, give me the goddamn gun.
Give me the gun, Maria.
♪ But I will be lost without you ♪
♪ Lost without you ♪
♪ Baby I'd be lost without lost without lost without you ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Lost without lost without you ♪
♪ Baby I'd be lost without lost without lost without you ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Lost without you ♪
♪ Baby I'd be lost without you ♪
♪ Lost without you ♪
(weeping) (melancholy hip hop music)
♪ But all you tell me ♪
♪ Time yeah yeah yeah ♪
(tense music)
(uptempo rap music)
(tense music)
(train clacking)
- You sure you want to go in there, man,
and tell 'em you longer need their services, man?
- Hell, yeah.
Man, I don't need them niggers.
They need us.
- I think you need to talk to 'em
before you say to hell with 'em, man.
- Mo, bruh, (mumbling) that's a long time ago,
like you don't know that.
- So how was your date with Carl?
- Date?
Girl, wasn't hardly a date.
All he did was talk about hisself the entire night.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Betcha he couldn't even remember my name,
but he could tell you how many asses walked by him.
- He was not checkin' out other women on your first date.
- Absolutely.
Probably could tell ya all the shapes and sizes.
(train clacking)
- Man, you gotta come down on the prices
with that next shipment, man.
You and your brother killin' me, man,
charging me top dollar like I ain't made y'all millions.
- I would have politely excused myself to the restroom
and disappeared on that jerk.
- Yeah.
I thought about it, but I haven't been on a date
in so long, you know that,
so, I was just hopin' it didn't get worse.
- I have a right to complain, as much money
as I done made y'all.
I should be the only person in this city
pushing this product.
This arrangement is not cuttin' it for me.
- That is the reason why women date younger men.
You can train them to be whoever you want them to be.
(mumbling)
- Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
- Do me like that?
- Naw, you did that.
(gunshot blasting)
- Then they do it, girl.
Girl, they be barking.
- Yeah, then you gotta play they mom.
I'm not trying to play nobody's mom.
- [Woman] I ain't playing nobody's mama.
(mellow hip-hop music)
♪ Now I can't trust nobody ♪
♪ (mumbling) ♪
- I told you that mother fucker was talking crazy.
But that price sound all right to me.
- Well, I guess you in charge now.
(tense music)
But first I need you to get rid of that body.
You'll be contacted where to pick up your work.
(train clacking)
- [Will] What's going on?
- [Maria] What took you so long?
- 'Sup, bro?
- You always got us waitin' on you.
- That's because I'm the only one that be working.
You acting all busy with school and cuz,
you ain't got your mother fucking hands dirty in years.
- I get my hands dirty every time I go meet the connect,
so don't act like we don't be puttin' in work just like you.
You handle distribution, Sean handles gettin' it here,
and I handle the plug, all right?
You wanna do my job, cuz, then feel free,
but one slip up and they gonna kill you
and anybody they think you love.
My life is the one on the line, all right,
not yours if a shipment gets fucked up.
- Okay.
It's not that serious.
I'm just playin' with you.
- Well maybe everybody's not always in a playin' mood, bro.
So, what's up, man?
What you got us here for?
- Well, we got a new distro named Mo.
C, no longer with us.
- What you mean by that?
- Found a new connect.
Basically, he informed me that he would no longer
need us, but he gonna keep the property we gave him.
- You gotta be shittin' me?
- No, no shit.
But his right hand man, Mo, told me
weeks ago he was messin' with this mother fucker.
They offer him more work at a better price.
- And what price is that?
- Shit, who knows?
All I know is I wasn't givin' him our blocks.
Them mother fuckers been cuttin' into our people lately,
and I think they want us to come at 'em.
- Yeah,
so what do you suggest we do, huh?
Look, bro, 'cause I'm done with this after I graduate.
You and Maria got enough money to last y'all a lifetime.
Do we really need these problems?
Come on, bro, we had a great run.
- Great run?
Nigger, don't count my mother fucking pockets.
I'm not counting yours.
I'm not done when you graduate.
You're gonna be done, but I'm on this
mother fucking plane 'til the wings fall off.
- Come on, guys, calm down.
Look, Sean, we can't let nobody come in here
and take what we worked so hard for, all right?
Will, find out who these new mother fuckers are.
Get some of our people to take care of 'em.
- It makes no sense for us to do anything.
Look, our people not just gonna stop
fucking with us just because.
Our product is way too good,
and they not gonna find nobody else
to give 'em the prices that we givin' 'em.
- Look, but I'm sayin' let's handle them
before they handle us.
- That's all I'm saying, see?
- Yeah whatever, man.
It's my last go-around.
Like I said, I'm done.
- You keep sayin' that silly-ass shit.
I mean, what you plannin' on doin', college boy?
Nigger, you's a mother fuckin' drug dealer.
That's all you gonna be.
- And that's why we here now.
Your kids'll never want for anything because of us three.
We good.
- Yeah, but all the money in the mother fuckin' world's
not gonna stop somebody that try to kill us,
to take what we have?
Hell no!
Ain't nobody gonna take a mother fuckin' thing from me.
Nobody!
- Calm down.
We can worry about who's leavin' and stayin' later.
- It won't be a later.
If he don't stop actin' like
we can just stop supplyin' our people.
Understand that this mother fuckin' shit is for life.
Our life.
The moment we stop we gonna have to fuckin'
move away from here.
Instantly it's gonna be a target on us like never before.
- Maybe movin' ain't such a bad idea.
- Maybe.
Maybe not.
Only time can tell.
(tense music)
- Goddamn, how long these mother fuckers gonna take, dog?
- Man, they comin' dog, calm down.
Everything can't be rushed.
- Yeah, but everything can't
take a lifetime, either, Patrick.
Now these mother fuckers don't wanna take our package?
Then they ain't movin' nothin', my dog.
As far as that old-ass nigger, Will,
man, he been runnin' around the city
like he own it for years.
Don't you think it's about time
we step up to the plate, dog?
- (mumbling) my brother.
Come on man, you gotta think.
Think.
He only one piece to the puzzle, dog.
He ain't been out here this long being weak.
- I'll tell you one thing, though.
It's a mother fuckin' war they want,
then it's a mother fuckin' war we gonna give 'em.
- [Patrick] Well, this where it all start, bro.
- [Cisco] Let's get it.
- Take that shit off him, bro.
- [Cisco] Hello.
- Man, what the fuck goin' on in here, dog?
(laughing)
- Calm down, man, calm down.
Everything gonna be just fine, all right?
- If I was gonna be fine, then what the fuck
you got me in here for then?
- I'll tell you what, hold up.
(tense music)
So I can make you a offer.
- I listen a whole lot better
when I'm not thrown in the trunk of a car
with a fuckin' pillowcase over my head, my nigger.
- Listen here, nigger.
What I'm gettin' ready to say to you,
I need you to pay close attention to me, you understand?
'Cause what I'm gettin' ready to say to you
is very important to every man standin' here today.
- And who the fuck is y'all, man?
- Me?
I go by the name of Cisco and this model-looking
mother fucker right here happens to be
my right hand man, Patrick.
And you sir,
you happen to work for a guy named Mr. Will, right?
- Naw, I don't work for nobody.
I'm my own boss.
- I'm my own boss.
(laughing)
So, basically, what you sayin' is,
what I'm sayin' to you is correct, then, right?
- [Jay] Correct, nigger.
(laughing)
- All right man, I'll tell you what.
Check this out.
(tense music)
Ah!
You see this right here?
Look at it, mother fucker!
Do you see this right here?
- Yeah, man.
- Well, I'll tell you what.
I want you to start movin' this for me.
- What the fuck is that?
- The same thing you move for Will,
you stupid mother fucker!
- Man, I don't move shit for no Will, my nigger.
- All right, I'll tell you what.
This how we gonna do this shit.
'Cause I see you think I'm playin'
a mother fuckin' game with you.
So, I see you didn't take me serious
when I said what I had to say to you was very important.
Hey, go grab them, man.
Well, Pat, you got me back in this shit again.
(tense music)
Goddamn, man, what the fuck takin' so long?
Fuck!
- [Lauren] Get the fuck up off of me.
Jay?
What the hell is going on and who the fuck
are these people?
- Man, what they doin' here, man?
- [Lauren] Jay!
(laughing)
- Ah!
Now, just imagine this.
Here I am, giving you a opportunity to make some money,
and what do you tell me?
You tell me to kiss your fuckin' ass!
- Look, dog.
I never said that.
You got my full attention, although, I get it.
(tense music)
- Well, just too bad I ain't had your attention
when we grabbed your ass.
See now I can tell from the look in your eyes,
you ready to listen.
So, I'ma try this shit again.
Now, how many of them did you say you could move
for me a week?
- Brah, I do 'bout three, four a week, man.
- Okay, good, now we gettin' somewhere.
- I'm so glad you came to your right mind.
I kinda wish you woulda did it
when he told you how important this business meetin' was.
- Man, I seen how you got my brother and my baby mama, man.
You done proved your little point, now I get it.
- Think I need to show you,
just so you fully understand.
- Look, man.
You ain't gotta show me shit--
- Shut the fuck up.
(tense music)
What's your name, baby girl?
- Lauren.
Tell Jay where I got you.
- [Lauren] What?
- [Patrick] Tell him.
- Come on, man.
Leave her alone, man.
- Leave her alone?
- Man, what the fuck is going on here, dog?
- Nigger, you shoulda left her alone.
- [Jay] Man, what the fuck is going on?
(tense music)
- Come on, you two.
Tell Jay where I got you from.
- All right man, look, bro.
Look man, I fucked up all right?
Man, I did.
- What you mean you fucked up, Chauncy?
- Oh man, I need some popcorn for this shit.
- Hey man, you can tell him, or I'ma tell him.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
Jay.
I been seeing Chauncey.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no!
Ho ain't been seeing him.
You been fuckin' him!
(laughing)
- Oh, shit!
- Shit, it true?
That shit true?
- And the truth shall set you free.
Unfortunately, somebody gotta die.
And it gotta be one of y'all,
seein' as though y'all hurt my new friend, Jay's, feelings.
- What the fuck you talking about, man?
- I mean, it's simple.
One of y'all choose, or Jay gonna choose,
but either way, somebody gotta go.
- All right, come on, man.
Listen to me.
Holler at your bro, man.
Talk to your mans, man.
- Talk to my mans?
My brother up here fuckin' my baby mama,
you want me to talk to my mans, nigger?
- Let's shoot that nigger, man.
- Come on, man.
All this shit be having a slay.
Man, I can explain all this shit, bro.
- Man, you can't explain shit to me, Chauncy.
- Shoot that nigger and that bitch!
- Now look, man.
Come on, man.
What you doin', man?
- [Jay] What I shoulda did a long time ago.
- Come on, man, please!
(gunshot blasting)
- Damn, hell yeah!
I ain't gonna lie.
I thought you was gonna shoot that nigger.
(laughing)
- I'd never kill my brother over no bitch.
- Thanks man, go lookit.
- [Cisco] Man, look at this shit right here.
Y'all a little happy family now, huh?
- [Jay] Yeah, but I don't take
that disloyal shit either, nigger.
(gunshot blasting)
- Ooh, shit.
- You might as well go on ahead and kill me now,
'cause everything I was livin' for is layin'
right there on that floor, my nigger.
- What about your daughter?
- My daughter died in her sleep when she was one,
so if you want me to work for you,
I can't even fuck with it.
I'm loyal to the niggers I roll with.
- You sure?
- Very.
(chuckling)
- Say the word, Pat.
- All right, man. - Say the word, Pat.
- Fuck outta here, but make sure you tell your boss
he got another week before we move in.
- It's not gonna be that easy, though.
- Wouldn't have it no other way.
- All right then.
(tense music)
- I got this, man.
Don't worry.
We're good.
- Hi baby.
How was school?
- It was okay.
I did good on my test.
- You shoulda did good.
I mean, you studied the whole weekend.
- I know, but I was still a little nervous.
I don't think my teacher likes me.
- Honey, you're not in school for the teacher
to like you, okay?
You're there to learn.
She has a degree and you have to get yours.
- I know, I know.
She sent you a letter about the dance,
but I threw it away.
- Why'd you throw it away if she sent it to me?
- Because I don't want to go.
It's the Daddy-Daughter Dance and my daddy is dead.
Why do I have to go?
- Baby, you don't have to go,
but don't throw things away that are addressed to me, okay?
- Okay, I won't.
- [Maria] Okay.
- How did my dad die?
I heard he was murdered.
- Where'd you hear that from?
- Grandma Ella.
- What else did she say?
- She said my dad was a really nice man
and someone killed him and she's been sad ever since.
- Well, your dad was a good man.
Actually, he was a great man.
He was the love of my life.
He would have loved you so much.
- How did he die?
- Baby, I don't know.
- Do you think Will can take me to the dance?
- Will?
My cousin Will?
- Yes.
- Well, we're gonna ask Sean.
- But Will is cooler.
- Well, Sean's way more responsible, so we're gonna ask him.
- Okay.
Will you get me a new dress?
- Yeah, I will.
We'll have a whole pamper day, okay?
New dress, new shoes, you'll be a princess.
- I'm a princess every day.
- Of course you are.
- Ma, get up.
Ma, get up.
- What you need?
- I need you to touch this for me.
Hey, I'm gonna give you a little money, too,
to get you something to eat.
Clean this place up.
- Thank you, baby.
- [Woman] Hey.
- [Sean] Hey.
- What are you doin' later?
You wanna study?
- You know, I'd rather go to dinner.
- That would be nice, but I gotta finish this work.
You know, not everybody has a rich mother like you
that pays for their school.
- Yeah, I understand that, but,
you know, a little food ain't never hurt nobody.
I mean, not that you need anything.
You know you look good.
Just wanna take you to dinner.
- I mean, that would be nice to actually get out
of the house and spend some time with a grown up.
I think that's probably why I like school so much
because I get some adult interaction.
I think my daughters have been my only date since...
A lot of years.
- Why is that?
- I mean, ever since their father was murdered,
I haven't really wanted to go out.
- What happened to their father?
- Small time dealer and he owed some guy
a few dollars and he killed him for it.
- Wow.
I'm sorry to hear that.
So, how your little girls take that?
- It's hard.
I mean...
You know, they start asking questions,
some that I can answer, some that I can't, like,
what's his favorite food or if he liked sports.
I mean, my oldest one just asked me the other day
why God took her father,
and I don't know how to answer that.
- Well.
- What got you smilin'?
- Nothin', really.
Actually, my cousin just asked me if I could take
her daughter to the Daddy Daughter Dance.
- Mmm, well, where's her dad?
- Well, just like your kids,
he was murdered right before she was born.
So, me and my brother kinda just
been there for her ever since, you know?
So, I can kinda understand what you're going through.
- Wow.
It's so sad that these girls have to go through this
without the men in their lives that are supposed
to teach them what real love is all about.
- Yeah, you right about that in so many ways.
Maybe one day we could change that.
- How?
- I don't know.
How 'bout we talk about it over dinner?
Where you wanna go?
- Why don't you surprise me?
But,
hint.
I like chicken.
(laughing)
- And who don't?
- I'll text you my address.
- Okay, I can't wait.
- Sean.
- What's up?
- Thank you.
- For what?
- Just bein' a total gentleman.
- Look, you don't even have to thank me for being me.
- That's good to know.
Some of these guys are out here pretending
to be somebody that they're not.
See you tonight.
- Can't wait.
(thudding)
- Okay.
Okay.
(grunting)
(mumbling)
- [Trainer] Good job.
- Yeah.
All right.
- Good luck shadow boxing.
- Okay.
(clapping)
(faint rap music)
- Oh, gee, I'm sorry. - Sorry.
- Excuse me.
- Let me get out your way.
- No.
You're not in my way.
(chuckling)
I see you here all the time.
Kinda wish you were in my way.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Well, thank you.
What's your name?
- Patrick.
You are?
- I'm Maria.
- It's nice to meet you, Maria.
- Nice to meet you, too.
So, what do you do?
- What you mean, for a living?
- Yeah.
What do you do for a living?
- I'm in insurance.
- Really?
Insurance?
- Yes.
Insurance.
You got insurance?
- Yeah, of course I have insurance.
- Well, how 'bout we go over
your insurance policy over lunch?
My treat.
- Okay, sounds good.
- Gimme your phone so I can put my number in it.
- I left my phone in the car, so,
I'll just, I'll give you mine.
- All right.
There you go.
(faint rap music)
All right, I'm gonna call you.
- All right.
(thudding)
- You got us out here.
What's so important?
- Man, we got a huge fuckin' problem, man.
- What you mean, we got a problem?
- Man, these niggers just kidnapped me,
told me I gotta start getting the bag from them.
Saying y'all are running the city over with.
- What the hell you mean?
- Man, like I said, bro.
These niggers like to gig us up and the only reason
they let me go was to let y'all know that it ain't bullshit.
And they said we only got a week.
- A week?
Or what?
- Be ready for whatever, my nigger.
- You saying they just let you go?
Man, that don't sound right.
- So I could let y'all know it was about to pop off.
- They gotta be (mumbling).
- Yeah.
- Man, look, they had my brother and my baby mama, dog.
They both dead now.
And that's why they let me go.
- So they killed your brother and your baby mama
and let you go?
- [Jay] I didn't say they killed 'em.
I killed 'em.
- The hell you mean, you killed 'em?
- Man, like I said, dog.
Come to find out they been fucking.
The niggers that kidnapped me did they little research,
brought 'em to where I was at, then boom.
The shit just got put on the floor right then.
- So, you killed 'em?
- [Jay] Yes, man.
- You killed your own brother over a woman?
- Man, hell no.
I killed him 'cause he crossed me
and I don't get down like that.
Y'all should know that shit by now.
I'm loyal to the people I fuck with,
and that's why I'm allowed to tell y'all we got a problem.
- See what I mean?
Jay, you good?
- Hell naw, but I will be.
- Lemme holler at my brother man.
I'ma talk to you later, let you know what's up.
- All right.
Just keep me posted, my nigger.
(tense music)
- See?
Niggers want our spot.
- Then let 'em have it, bro.
Look, we too old to be fightin' over these blocks, man.
I already told you man, I'm done.
- There you go.
You done.
It's easy for you to pick up and go
because nobody knows your face.
You and Maria, y'all been able to collect a check
while I been out here on the mother fuckin' front lines.
- Look, we all did our part.
We all did our parts.
Look, I'm sorry that your face is the one that's known.
But maybe that's a sign, bro.
Maybe that's a sign that
it's time for these new wolves to take over these streets
and we step back.
- What else we gonna do, Sean?
Start a mother fucking business?
Open up a damn car wash or something?
- Whoa, we got enough money to do whatever we wanna do.
I can help you figure it out.
Look, bro, this city is ours to do with as we please.
- I'll think about it, man.
We been on the street, I don't see that happenin'.
Ain't no nigger gonna take what we worked
so hard to make happen.
- Well, that's up to you, bro.
I already told you, I'm done.
(sirens blaring)
It's time for us to grow.
- When are we going shopping for my dress?
- Oh, honey,
(mumbling) (phone ringing)
find something cute.
- [Michael] But I wanna go shopping.
- Hold on, baby, let me take this.
Hello?
We can go shopping tomorrow.
We'll go.
- [Michael] Good.
- Hi.
- What's up, beautiful?
- Nothin'.
Just chillin'.
- Okay.
Hey, how 'bout you let me cook for you sometime?
- Can you cook?
- Yes, I can cook.
(chuckling)
- Okay.
- Shit, I mean, I'll cook whatever you want.
- All right, well, how 'bout chicken,
the roasted chicken and you can pick the sides.
- All right.
We can do that.
I'ma text you the address where to come.
- Okay, well how 'bout we meet at a park
and we can eat there?
- I really don't like eatin' outside.
How 'bout you just come to my home?
- I don't know about coming to your house.
I don't really know you.
You could be a serial killer.
- What about this?
How 'bout I rent us a room and we can just eat there?
- A hotel room?
What kind of woman do you think I am?
I'm not into that.
- Oh my God.
Well, look, I said a hotel room because
it's a public and private place.
So, if you scream, somebody'll hear you.
- Okay, well you know what, you got a point.
(chuckling)
All right.
- I'ma call you tomorrow.
- Okay, sounds good.
You need me to bring anything?
- Make sure you bring empty stomach.
- Okay, I can do that.
- All right.
I'll send you the address tomorrow, baby.
- Okay, sounds good.
- Bye.
- Got my report card today.
- Yeah boy, your moms told me.
I'm proud of you, boy.
- Thank you.
- Damn, you remind me so much of your uncle.
- That's crazy.
My mom said I remind her so much of you.
No, said you used to be real smart back in your day.
- Shit.
Naw, not like Sean.
Sean was more than smart.
He was better than me.
He wanted more out of life than I ever did.
- Why you don't try to be more like him then?
- Because I'm me.
I see things a lot different than most people.
- I think that's why my mom said I'm more like you.
You know, kids nowadays,
they wanna be doctors and lawyers.
I don't even like school, man.
- Okay, so what do you wanna be?
- I wanna be like you.
Wanna move like you do.
(melancholy music)
- You don't wanna be like me, man.
You wanna be better than me.
So, you gonna have to go to school, man.
That's why I do all I do.
So, you can do what you wanna do.
- Be real, though.
You make more money than all my friends parents'
and you don't even got to get out the bed
early in the morning.
- That's not--
- That's what I want!
- Naw, that's not good, man.
Do you know what I do?
- Yeah.
'Course.
Everybody know.
- Right.
Well, if you end up doin' this,
that means I didn't do my job.
See, Rob, you're gonna have to go to school man
and be one of those things that you don't wanna be.
Or you can open up your own business,
but son, this life is not what you think
it's all cracked up to be.
Shit, man, every day I walk outta my house
and I don't know if I'm gonna return.
That's not the life you want.
You really don't.
- So what makes it good for you, then?
- I never said it was.
It's just all I know.
- And you all I know.
I look up to you.
- Man, you really wanna make me happy?
Get your degree.
I love you, boy.
- I love you, too, Pops.
- You're gonna tell me later what you wanna be.
- Already did, man.
(tense music)
- Yeah.
So, how is it?
(tense music)
- Hey, Cisco, we got company.
- Guess I'm gonna put you to sleep, mama.
- Mom, how was it?
The fuck going on here?
(tense music)
- [Cisco] Nothing you can handle, my man.
- Mom, Mom!
You hear me talking to you?
Who the fuck are they?
- That's right.
You don't know who I am, do you?
Well, allow me to introduce myself.
I go by the name of Cisco, and these two right here,
these my homies, and you...
You didn't get my message?
I thought I told him to tell you
you had a week to get the fuck up out my hood, dog.
- Your hood?
Nigger, this is my mother fuckin' neighborhood.
(chuckling)
(gunshots blasting)
- Goddamn, nigger, did he hit you?
- I'm good, you know?
- Oh, shit, man.
Come on, let's get the fuck up outta here.
Hey, hey, hold, hold, hold, hold.
(mumbling)
Forgot man.
Gotta make sure this bitch dead, too.
(gunshot blasting)
(faint uptempo music)
- So you know you had me thinking about you all day, right?
- [Maria] Oh, really?
- Yes.
- Oh, yeah?
- When are you gonna let me work you out?
- Work me out?
- [Patrick] Yeah.
- What do you mean by that?
- I mean, take you to my gym.
- Oh, okay.
Yeah, we could do it there.
- Oh, we can do it?
- Not, we can work out.
(chuckling)
- All right, I got you.
- So, why aren't you married?
- Okay, good question.
I mean, to be honest with you, I really don't know.
The more I thought about marriage
and walking down the aisle, the more life got in the way.
The more life got in the way,
the more the thought of marriage just faded away.
What about you?
Why aren't you married?
- I don't know.
I guess I never been willing to just give anybody my heart.
Don't get approached a lot.
I just feel like men don't really
want an independent woman.
- It's not that.
Maybe you just come off like you don't need a man for shit.
And usually, you know, when a man feels like
he's not needed or wanted, it get ghosts.
- So you're saying I have to need a man
in order for him to want me?
- I'm not sayin' that.
I'm just sayin' that, listen, you can be
an independent woman without screaming it
to the top of your lungs, my baby.
- I'm independent!
- No.
Right,
- [Both] Don't do that.
(chuckling)
- All right, you have a point.
So, you did all of this?
- [Patrick] I did.
- Well, looks great.
- Thank you.
- [Maria] You cooked it?
- I did.
Have a seat, love.
- Thank you.
- [Patrick] You're welcome.
(phone buzzing)
(chuckling)
- By the look of it, must be a good message.
- It actually was.
(chuckling)
- [Maria] Yeah?
- We just closed on another couple properties.
- Oh, congratulations.
- Thank you.
- That's something to toast about.
- [Patrick] Yes.
(chuckling)
(tense music)
- Ma!
(gasping)
Bro.
(gurgling)
Bro, who did this, bro?
(stammering)
- Cisco.
- Who the fuck is Cisco?
Who?
Who the fuck is Cisco, bro?
I swear to God, bro.
I can't lose you, too, bro.
Come on, bro.
Let me call somebody.
(tense music)
Yes, yes, can you send somebody?
Send some, send somebody,
210 Ashbury Park.
My mother is dead and my brother has been shot.
- So, you never told me if you like my food or not.
- I did, you just didn't hear me.
- Oh, okay.
- My plate's clear and I don't just eat anybody's food.
- That's good, 'cause I don't just cook for anybody.
(chuckling)
- Well, we're just special.
- Yeah, you special.
- Oh, you're being funny?
- Naw, I'm serious.
You're very special, love.
(phone buzzing)
- I have to take this call.
Be right back.
- Of course.
(faint hip hop music)
- Will been shot and my mama's dead.
- Dead?
What do you mean, she's dead?
- I just left my mother's house.
They takin' Will to the hospital right now.
I gotta find out who did this to 'em.
- Are you okay?
- I wish I was.
(tense music)
I ain't got my mama no more.
And the way it look, Will not gonna be here for long.
- No, don't say that.
He'll be fine.
- You ain't see him!
- All right, what hospital they takin' him to?
(mumbling)
All right, meet me there.
- I can't.
- Why not?
- I can't see my brother die.
I can't see him like that again.
- All right, I'm headed there right now.
- I don't think he gonna make it.
- All right, look, it's not over 'til it's over.
I'll call you in a few, okay?
(tense music)
(sniffling)
(faint uptempo music)
- [Patrick] Is everything all right?
- Yeah, everything's okay, I just...
My babysitter, she had a family emergency,
so, I gotta go.
- Oh, no.
You wanna pack any of this up for you,
for you to take with you?
- No, no that's okay.
Why don't we just do it another night?
We can do it all over again.
- All right.
Let's do that.
- Thank you.
- Just give me a call, all right?
- Okay.
Sounds good.
- All right.
- Okay, I'll see ya.
- All right baby.
- [Maria] Bye.
(faint hip hop music)
(sirens blaring)
- So, how you doin'?
- Had better days.
Hell, I'm sure everybody has.
What's the doctor sayin'?
- Basically, it's in God's hands right now.
- You know who did this?
- This guy named Cisco and his partner, Patrick.
- You know where they're from?
- No, I don't know where they from.
I don't know what made 'em think
they could try us like this.
- Yeah, well look, lemme know if there's
any change in his health, all right?
- [Man] Yo, what time we meetin' tomorrow?
- Oh shit, I don't know.
You gotta ask Pat.
He the one set that shit up.
- Hey, we're gonna need a lot more work now.
I mean, we done got rid of all the competition.
- Man, what is you talking about, man?
You act like we all work alone or something.
- It don't matter who you workin' with.
We good now.
- You got that right.
- [Man] What up, Pat?
- What up, dog?
- What's up, fool?
- What's the deal?
Hey, good job, bro.
Where y'all find him at?
- His mom's.
(laughing)
Naw, I'm sayin', listen.
One of the workers told me this old lady
that be comping from 'em, she ain't wanna
tell her son that she, you know, still using,
so he used to give her a morning fix.
But then she told him that she wanted us
to go meet with him, see if he could hook us up
with a better price.
- Man, did she hook us up.
Whoo.
- So, where is he now?
(tense music)
- Who, Will?
- Yes, Will.
Where you put his body?
- Naw, man.
I dropped that mother fucker right where he was standing.
I put so many holes in that nigger,
I guarantee you the message was sent out properly.
- Okay, look.
This what we about to do.
'Bout to start movin' work over there next week, all right?
- Know what?
Get all your workers.
Tell 'em to be over there by the morning, man,
'cause the cust load's gonna be coming crazy.
Oh, and make sure y'all run up
at every last one of Will's spots, man
and all his workers, tell the mother fuckers
they work for us, now, or if not,
you know the rest.
- I'm on it.
(talking over each other)
- All right, well.
- Gimme that work.
Holy shit.
- [Man] Hey.
- This should hold you over
for the next few days, all right?
- Shit, how much you want for this?
- It's on me, all right?
Just give that shit away.
- So generous.
- [Man] All right, man.
- Make sure you tell 'em there's a new sheriff in town.
(chuckling)
- [Man] Hell yeah.
(tense music)
- [Maria] Hi, baby girl.
- [Michael] Hey, Ma.
- Thank you so much for keeping an eye on her.
- No problem.
Bye bye.
- Thank you, see you.
Hey, I need you to go upstairs and pack a bag.
- Where am I going?
- You're gonna go over your granddad's.
- Why, what's wrong?
- Will got in a bad car accident,
so I need your granddad to take you to school tomorrow.
- Is he going to be all right?
- It was pretty bad, so we're not sure.
- Can we pray for him before I get my stuff?
- Yeah, of course we can.
- God in heaven, please bless Will and make him okay.
God, we love him and we want him
to live a very long time, amen.
- Amen.
Okay, baby.
So, run upstairs, get your bag packed, okay?
Oh, and don't forget your stuff
for the Daddy Daughter Dance.
- Sean's still taking me?
- No, I'm gonna ask your granddad.
- But you said Sean would.
- Honey, I know I said that Sean would,
but he needs to be with Will right now,
so I don't think he's gonna be up for it.
(cuckoo clock chiming)
- Okay.
- Okay, run up there.
Get your bag together.
Chop, chop.
(knocking)
- [Man] Yes, who is it?
- [Maria] Maria.
- [Man] What are you two doing here?
- [Maria] If you let us in, we'll tell you.
- [Man] Oh, sorry, where are my manners?
Come on in, pumpkin.
How are you?
It's so late, what are you guys doing out?
- Mom said I have to stay with you a few days.
- Oh, is that so?
What's going on?
- Will had a bad car accident
and Mommy has to go check on him.
- Um, little girl.
Lemme talk to your uncle.
- Come on, let me take you to your room for the night.
- Okay.
Is it a TV in there?
- Of course, Granddad put TVs in all the rooms.
- Good, I can't sleep without a TV.
- [Man] I swear she's been here before.
- Yeah, she's an old soul.
- [Man] Come on, let me take you to your room.
- Hey, will you grab Dad for me?
- [Man] Yeah.
- Just tell him I'll be on the couch.
- [Man] Cool.
- Hey, what's going on?
- He holding on.
But he not out the woods yet.
- So, what you about to do?
- 'Bout to go holler at Jay.
- All right, make sure you call and check in, all right?
- I will.
- Hey, Sean.
- What up?
- Be careful.
- Yeah, I will.
- You promise?
- I promise.
- All right, cool.
- So, what's goin' on?
- Will didn't get in no car accident.
They shot him up and they killed Aunt Bea.
- Maria, I keep telling you, the streets play for keeps.
- Look, that's why I need to keep a eye on Michael
for a few days, all right?
We gotta figure out what we gonna do.
- What you mean, you gotta figure out what you gotta do?
What you need to do is leave the streets alone.
- We leavin' 'em alone.
They won't leave us alone.
- Look, it took your father a long time
to leave that drug alone you're out there sellin'
and the worst thing of all, it took your mother from me.
- Oh my God, I'm not trying to hear this right now.
- That is a problem right there.
You don't ever want to talk about anything.
- No, I did wanna talk about it,
but you sent me to live with Aunt Bea.
- I was all messed up.
That drug had me gone.
- Okay, well--
- I ain't know if I was going or coming.
- Well, I was going.
And you wasn't there.
- I am trying my damnedest to make up for it now.
- You can't change the past.
We in the present, so the only thing you can do
is be a better grandfather to that little girl over there
than you was a father to me and we're straight.
- All right, I can do that.
- All right, cool.
I gotta go.
- Listen, Maria.
Baby, you do know I love you, right?
- I know I needed to hear that.
- Okay.
- But look, before I forget.
She has a daddy daughter dance all right,
and I want to know if you can take her.
- Really?
Of course I can, that's my baby.
- Yeah, her dress and the ticket's in the bag,
so it's cool.
- Okay.
- Thanks, I gotta go.
- [Pop] Right.
- Got y'all ass.
Oh yeah.
Got you bitches for sure.
Bingo.
(tense music)
- Fuck is the business, man?
- Look man, I been on they ass.
They been in and out all day.
And the one nigger, Patrick, that you put me on,
he just got here.
He ain't even been here 15 minutes yet.
- So, all together, how many people in there?
- Come on, my nigger, you know how I get down.
I don't blink.
It's six niggers in there and three women.
The three women work there.
- You holler out at JoJo, right?
- I got JoJo on his right hand man.
He's sittin' on they ass right now, but peep this.
I think that's they new spot,
'cause he say they just been havin' traffic
back and forth, traffic back and forth.
- Shit, we probably gonna hit that bitch first then,
you feel me?
- Hit that bitch for what?
Let's run up on them niggers right now.
We got 'em right--
- Bro.
Just like what would Jesus do?
We got to think what would Will do
at this point, you feel me?
- What would Will--
nigger, is Will ev--
how is Will, man?
- I don't know.
All I know is, the nigger's still alive.
- And how you so sure about that, Jay?
- 'Cause nigger, if he was dead,
my phone would be slappin' right now.
You already know that.
- Yeah, you make a point right there.
- Man, come on, man.
We gonna go in here and shoot out of there, dog.
I'ma go and follow you.
- Let's get it.
- [Jay] All right.
(tense music)
- Hello?
- What up, dog?
- You tell me.
- They over at that one spot I told you about.
- Okay, good.
'Bout to head over there now.
- Shit, if you going over there,
I might as well go ahead and run up in the other crib.
They ain't gonna know what the fuck they gettin' hit from.
- No, no, don't do that.
I got a better way.
- Man, we need to hit these niggers now.
- We only get one shot at this,
and we gotta plan this shit out.
Something tells me that these dudes
is much more smarter than I think.
They just waitin' us to hit 'em.
- Man, think we need to go in there and bang these niggers.
I want to get this shit the fuck over with, bro.
- We will after we find out more about them.
- All right, man, it's your call.
'Bout to send you the address to the crib.
- Thanks.
- How is he?
- He's very lucky.
Bullets missed his main organs.
- So, is he gonna be all right?
- I believe so.
- Dr. Edwards, thank you so much.
- Don't thank me.
Thank that angel that was with him.
- Now, we had to do a blood transfusion in surgery.
He lost a lot of blood, but he's coming out of it.
He's in recovery and you should be able
to see him in a short period of time, okay?
- Okay.
- All right, thank you.
- Okay, thank you.
(knocking)
- Hey, what are you doing here?
(chuckling)
- [Cisco] Come on girl.
You know I'm here to see your husband.
- You're not here to see his sister?
- Naw, I came to see you, too.
- That's fucked up.
- What's up with my niece, man?
- She's good, she's upstairs.
You want me to go get her?
- Naw, naw, naw, that's all right.
I came to holler at Pat right now, but you talk to Mama?
- [Woman] Mmm hmm, we all went to breakfast this morning.
You haven't talked to her?
- You know how she is, man.
She can never get along with both of us at the same time.
- [Woman] Stop talking about my mama.
- That's my mama too.
Now where you say that nigger at?
- He's in the kitchen.
- All right, I'll holler at you in a minute.
- All right.
- What up, fool?
- What's the word, bro?
- Shit.
What you got for me?
- Shit, them three spots open over there where Will was at.
I got security over there real heavy,
if you know what I mean.
- All right.
You know what, I wanted to talk to you, man.
Some shit that been bothering me.
- [Cisco] What's up?
- I wish we knew who the fuck Will partners was, dog.
- You know what?
I was thinking the same thing, man.
It ain't no one nigger who can run that operation
he was runnin' over there, man.
- Right, it ain't nobody but him and his mama.
You took care of that shit.
- [Cisco] What you think, his brother trying
to get at us or something?
- Naw, man.
I mean, he ain't on no shit like that.
- Man, fuck that, man.
I say we merc that nigger.
What the fuck we supposed to do?
Sit around and wait on him to come and holler at us?
- No.
No, man, we stick to the plan.
Now, the nigger we need to be worried about is Jay.
He be the mother fucker that come back and get us.
- Brah.
I got that shit.
- All right, dog.
I trust you.
- Look, I came over here to tell you man,
you need to be careful, man.
And I also came over here to let you know
that them spots is open so the custos
can start forming--
- Aw, man.
All right, that's good news.
What about them other spots?
- Damn, this shit good.
Bro, them numbers is up all the way around the board, man.
- [Patrick] Okay.
- Listen, we doin' good, man.
- Good, good, well that's all I needed to hear.
(smacking)
- Look.
- Yeah.
- I'm about to go up here and fuck with Dannielle
for a minute, man.
- All right.
Go get it man, get with your niece.
- I'll see ya, man.
- All right, baby.
(beeping)
(melancholy music)
- What are you doing up so late?
- I wanted to make sure you were okay.
Gonna, gonna take care of us.
- You don't have to do that.
- I promise, I'm gonna take care of us.
(melancholy music)
- [Woman] Look at you.
- Where's my mother?
- She didn't make it.
(somber music)
- Don't tell me that.
- I'm sorry.
- Where's Sean?
Does he know I'm here?
- He sent me up here.
He's handling some business.
- Damn.
I let my mom down.
- You did not let her down.
Your mother knew what she was doin' was wrong.
(weeping)
- My fault, man.
I was her protector, man.
I was the man of the house.
- She is your mother.
You are not her father.
God made her to protect you, not the other way around.
- They murdered her.
- No.
She put that needle in her arm.
She knew that what she was taking.
- I don't give a damn!
All of 'em gonna pay.
- I know, but you need to calm down.
You can't get yourself all worked up.
Will.
Will!
Hold on, Will!
I need a doctor!
- What's goin' on?
Dr. Alberts, come here, I need you to go.
(talking over each other) (wailing)
(tense music) (mumbling)
- Hello?
- [Woman Over Phone] Hello?
- What's wrong?
- [Woman Over Phone] He just had a heart attack.
He was doin' okay.
Sean, I don't think he's gonna make it.
- Okay.
- You good, bro?
(rap music)
- Yeah, I will be after we do this.
- Shit, I thought you was gonna wait.
- Yeah, I changed my mind.
Let's go.
- [Jay] It's your call, bro.
All right.
(rap music)
♪ Rich ♪
♪ I betcha ♪
♪ (mumbling) ♪
(gunshots popping)
♪ Watch another ♪
♪ Whoop another ♪
♪ Bitch ♪
♪ I bet you can't do it like this ♪
♪ Another trap ♪
♪ Another glock ♪
♪ And team my mission to get rich ♪
(gunshots blasting)
♪ Nigger sound like candy call ♪
(gunshots blasting)
(tense music)
(mumbling)
- [Man] I don't know nothing, please don't kill me.
Man, please don't kill me.
- Man, where the fuck your boss is at?
- I don't know, man.
Don't kill me, man.
Please don't kill me.
- What the fuck do you know?
- I'm never with him, man, shit.
- Man that don't know nothing ain't worth shit to me.
What the fuck you need to live for?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Goddammit.
Okay, I seen them take two of they niggers
into the stash house.
- Where is that?
- 94 Harbor.
Fuck, man.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.
Leave me the fuck alone, man.
- You real sure for a nigger that don't know shit.
(mumbling)
Whatever.
Kill this nigger.
(gunshots blasting)
(beeping)
- I hope your bitch ass dies.
(tense music)
This mother fucker just had a heart attack.
We don't have to worry about him much longer.
- [Patrick] Hey, love.
- Hi.
- [Patrick] You been waitin' long?
- No, not too long.
I was just lookin' over messages anyway.
- Okay.
Is everything all right?
- Nothing I really care to talk about.
So, I needed this drink, that's for sure.
- That bad, huh?
- Let me ask you something.
- Go ahead.
- What do you really do?
- What do you mean?
- How you make your money?
What do you do?
- I own a few businesses.
- You do anything illegal?
You can tell me now.
- All right.
I lie on my taxes, but who don't?
- Patrick, I'm serious.
I need to know.
I have a daughter and I refuse to bring her into any mess.
She lost her father so I'll be damned
if I let anybody just come through with all of that.
- Look, love.
I completely understand.
I do.
(mellow hip-hop music)
I do.
(chuckling)
- Well, I guess you're pretty cool.
- You seem pretty cool yourself.
- Can I get you another one?
- Yes.
- What about you?
- Lemme get a double shot of 1738.
- Cool.
Did you need a menu?
- No, I'm good, unless the lady wants something.
- I'm okay.
Just another drink.
- Okay.
Coming right up.
- So your day must've been really hard, huh?
- Yeah, it was crazy, but it'll be all right.
- Thank you.
Yeah.
- [Maria] Yeah.
- That's okay.
(mumbling)
You sure you don't need anything?
- No.
I'm just happy you being here actually,
and this drink, of course.
- Good, good.
Thought I was gonna have to whoop somebody ass.
- Okay, well we don't need that, okay,
but I'm glad you have my back.
- That I do.
So how 'bout we get outta here?
- And go where?
- I don't know.
I was thinking somewhere where we can
get your mind off of everything that you been going through.
- Sounds good.
- [Patrick] All right.
- Trusting you.
- You're supposed to.
(chuckling)
After you.
(mellow hip-hop music)
(melancholy music)
Is everything all right?
- Yeah, it will be.
- Okay.
- You must really like it here.
- I do.
I only been here two times though.
Both with you.
(mellow music)
- Okay.
♪ To the top floor ♪
♪ Reminiscing in the penthouse ♪
♪ Looking down on what we built now ♪
♪ Don't you be ♪
♪ Afraid of heights no more ♪
♪ There's no limit ♪
♪ You are unlimited ♪
♪ Tell me what's a boundary ♪
♪ Those don't exist ♪
♪ Baby I'm down I'm down for 12 rounds ♪
♪ Let's go with this day's ♪
♪ You know you're solid as a rock right now ♪
♪ You'll feel for this yeah ♪
♪ Don't you be ♪
♪ Afraid of heights no more ♪
♪ I'll hold your hand ♪
♪ To the top floor ♪
♪ Reminiscing in the penthouse ♪
♪ Looking down on what we built now ♪
- Oh my gosh.
Baby, it's beautiful, thank you.
Oh my gosh.
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
Yeah.
Calm down.
All right.
- Is everything okay?
- Yeah, it's cool.
Just you pay people to do a job, shit don't get done.
Fuck me up.
- I'll be right back.
- Hey baby.
Maria, baby, where you goin'?
(tense music)
Maria, what you do, baby?
Maria?
Open up, baby.
- One second.
- Damn, did I do something wrong?
Maria.
Come on, baby.
(tense music)
- Oh my God,
oh my God, oh my God.
(screaming)
Baby, I'm so fuckin' sorry.
(weeping)
Oh my God, oh my God.
- Hey pumpkin.
You ready to get dressed?
- Yes, I wish my mother was here.
Have you talked to her?
- You know what?
I haven't talked to her, but i'ma do,
'cause you my little pumpkin, i'ma call her on the phone.
Is that okay?
- Okay.
- Okay, I'll call her.
Hey, what's goin' on?
- Nothing I care to talk about.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
- Michael wanted you to see her off.
- All right.
What time you guys thinking about leavin'?
- I'm thinkin' like, five, 5:30.
- All right.
I can't promise, but I'm gonna try.
I'll try to make it.
- Really, that's all we can ask you to do is try.
- Hey, I got, Dad, I gotta go.
- All right, bye baby.
- Bye.
(tense music)
- You forgot your phone.
Have a good time at work.
- [Patrick] Thank you.
(tense music)
- I need to get this house together.
Ugh.
- How come you always clean up around here?
Dad doesn't.
- Baby, everybody's got a job
and my job is to keep this house and you in order.
- Well, I don't want a job like that.
I want a job like Dad's so I can tell people what to do.
- I bet you do.
(doorbell ringing)
- I'll get it.
- I got it, babe.
Sit down.
May I help you?
- Is Patrick here?
- No, Patrick isn't home right now.
How can I help you?
(tense music)
- I need to talk to Patrick.
- Well, I'm Patrick's wife
and he's not here, so, just let me know
what it is you need and maybe I can help you.
- No.
I don't think so.
- Well, you came to my house.
Who are you?
- Don't take this personal.
- [Woman] What are you--
(gunshot blasting)
- [Man] Yeah, though I walk
through the valley of the shadow--
- Make him as sick as me.
- [Man] I will fear no evil, none,
for Thou art with me.
Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me.
(mumbling)
(beeping)
- Sean.
- Hey.
Gonna be all right.
- I don't know.
He was doin' better yesterday than this.
- So, what'd the doctor say?
- He said it's touch and go.
But Will is a fighter.
- Yeah, I already know.
- How are you holding up?
(tense music)
- I'm good, I guess.
Just worried about him.
Can't lose him like this.
- Do you know who did this to him?
- Yeah, I got idea.
Working on taking care of that now.
(tense music)
- I hope you catch him.
- Look, why don't you go home and take a shower?
I'll sit here with him until you get back.
- I would, but I wanna be the first face
he sees when he wakes up.
- You don't wanna be smellin' bad
when he wakes up, either.
- Shut up, Sean, I'm serious.
- Look, I'm serious, too.
Look, all I'm sayin' is, you need a break, okay?
And besides, I'm here now.
- Okay.
- Hey, so I'ma have Bear take you home, all right?
- Why?
I'll be okay.
- I understand that, but I would rather
you take him with you and not need him,
than to not take him with you and he not be there for you.
Okay?
- Okay.
(beeping) (sighing)
- Come on, bro.
Gotta be all right.
You all I got left, huh?
Them mother fuckers took Mama, bro.
I can't lose you too, bro.
Look, bro, I know I ain't been there for you, bro,
like I need to be, but I promise
if you make it through this,
bro, I'd never leave your side.
I understand, bro.
I understand everything now.
(beeping)
(sighing heavily)
Please God, don't take my brother from me.
I need him.
- Look at you.
You are going to be the most beautiful girl at the dance.
- Thank you.
Is my mom going to make it before we leave?
- You know, your mom's gonna do everything she can
to be here, right?
- What do my mom do?
- What you mean, what's your mom do?
- I mean, I heard so much from my cousins.
They say my dad was a big time drug dealer
and my mother took over his drug business
and that's why my grandmother don't like her
because she never shared any of the money with them.
- Don't believe what people say.
People make up stuff all the time, you hear me?
Unless it's coming from the person
they're talking about, act like it's not true.
Listen, I'ma run upstairs
and finished gettin' dressed, okay?
Come here, baby, come here.
You know I love you.
Come here.
(grunting)
(tense music)
- They killed my best friend?
I'm the one who put y'all together.
Tell you this.
I'm killin' every mother fucker associated with 'em,
you understand me?
- It had to be Will's brother.
- What?
You sure?
- Who else could it have been, man?
This whole fuckin' team's coppin' from us.
- Yeah, but for how long?
Shit, now they gonna think they can do
whatever the hell they wanna do.
Shit, they done already struck back.
- What make you think that?
Will can't leave the hospital.
- I hope you right about that.
- My home girl that work over there told me
that dog had a heart attack last night.
- Straight up?
- Yes.
(tense music)
- I guess Mom not going to make it.
- Well, we'll just have to send her a lot of photos
to make it feel like she was here.
- It's not the same.
- I know, pumpkin.
You know what?
I have an idea.
Give me your phone.
- Why?
- We're about to send her a thousand photos, come on.
- Okay.
- [Man] Beautiful niece.
- What are you two doin'?
- We were just about to send you a bunch of photos.
- Aw.
Hi.
- I'm so glad you're here.
How do I look?
- Just like a princess, of course.
Do a spin for me.
Wanna see ya.
Aw.
- Ma?
- [Maria] Hmm?
- What's that on your face?
It looks like blood.
- I don't know.
I'll be right back.
Wanna go see.
Finish taking your pictures.
(tense music)
- [Man] Hey, you okay?
- Yeah, I'm good.
- Where's that blood from?
- I don't know.
I must have cut myself or something.
- You know Dad's worried about you, right?
- Well, he don't have to be worried about me.
I'm fine.
- How's Will?
- He still ain't out the woods yet.
- How's it lookin'?
- Bro, come on.
- Don't bro me, I'm asking you.
How's it lookin'?
- He ain't lookin' good.
They don't think he's gonna make it.
- I'm sorry about that.
Whatever's meant to be'll be.
- Yeah, you're right.
Now, back to you.
I rushed here to give you these.
Your dad bought them for me.
They were the very first gift he ever got me,
and now they're yours.
- Thank you so much.
- You're welcome, babe.
Hey, can you run upstairs and get Dad
so they can get outta here?
- Yeah.
- I'ma sit here for a second.
- [Man] Cool.
(squeaking)
- [Patrick] Ready to go?
- Go where?
- I don't know.
I was thinking, maybe your aunt's house.
- Okay, but I don't want you to leave me there.
- What you mean?
- I don't want you to leave me again.
I don't want anything to happen to you.
- Baby, nothing's gonna happen to me.
- Promise me you won't leave me there.
- I promise.
(sighing heavily)
- Look, cuz, I'm about to start
hitting these streets harder.
No longer will my brother have to suffer the backlash
of being the face of this team.
- I don't think it's a good idea.
We need to put people in place so we can move easier.
The less we're seen, the more we can do.
- I understand that, but I'm not about
to sit back and let shit else happen to my brother.
- So, you're just gonna give up on your dreams?
You said this was your last summer,
so make it your last summer, Sean.
(tense music)
- But they hit us!
And I can't let that shit ride.
- I'm not sayin' you have to.
But there has to be a better way.
- Well, I'm sure that better way is out the window now.
They not just gonna stop.
You forgot we hit them?
- They don't know it was you that hit 'em.
- I'm sure they know it was us.
I'm sure they know somebody from our crew hit them.
- They don't know it's us from the crew.
They don't even know we are the crew.
They think Will messin' with a street family,
not his real family.
- So you don't think they think it's me?
- I think we plan like they do.
- So, what you thinkin'?
- This is what I'm thinkin'.
- [Woman] Look at her.
- Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?
They came to my home!
- Who are they?
- It had to be Will people.
- Will?
- [Patrick] Yes, Will.
He had the whole city on lock.
- Where is he at, then?
- He in the hospital.
I thought we killed his ass.
- How the hell do you not get that right?
The easiest thing for a killer to do is kill.
And you mean to tell me you can't get that shit right?
- I know Von.
Fuck!
And now my wife is dead.
And I don't even know who the fuck did it.
Meanwhile, this nigger's sittin' in the hospital
about to die and the only people that been there
to see him is his baby mama and his brother.
- So kill all of 'em.
That way you kill the right one.
- Kill all of who?
- Anyone that's in his crew!
Kill the whole fucking crew!
- It ain't that easy.
- Yes, it is!
- You got that poor girl murdered.
And look at that beautiful girl over there.
Her life'll never be the same.
And this shit is all your fault.
You never allow anybody to touch your family.
You and Cisco, y'all need to get this shit together.
Now, your uncle is sending a shipment here in two weeks.
We don't need these problems.
- We gonna to war with a bunch of niggers
and don't even know who the fuck they are.
- Boy, get it together and fix this shit.
Remember what, you were made for this position.
Remember when you killed Mike?
Huh?
Remember that?
You killed him because he wanted to stop supplying us.
Hell, you know how many a nigger's
tried to kill that mother fucker and failed?
But baby, you did it.
You did it.
Now, if you can handle killin' that nigger,
you can handle anyone.
- That shit was easy.
He trusted us.
This is a whole nother ball game.
You know what?
Mike told me, he said, "Pat, you never let a nigger
"know where you live."
And I fucked up.
I fucked up!
- Well, do something about it.
- Okay.
- Go ahead and do what you need to do.
I'ma take care of the baby.
- Love y'all.
- Love you.
- Hey, Von.
- Hey, baby.
- [Woman] Hey.
You okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay, but I ain't gonna lie.
I ain't restin' until I find the mother fucker
who did this shit.
- Y'all need to handle this, okay?
- Okay, I got it.
- Well, looks like you got your wish.
- What are you talking about?
- We ain't leavin'.
- Really?
What changed your mind?
- Will got shot and we don't know
if he's gonna make it.
Michelle wants to take over the family business, so
looks like we're in.
- That's really good news.
Not about Will, but about you staying.
- [Maria] Look, we need you to understand
that it's about to get really crazy.
- [Man] Well, you've been a smart woman.
I'm sure you'll be able to handle it.
- [Maria] It's already handled.
- Good.
I'll see you in a few days and we can
go from there.
Did you know
you're the first lady I ever did business with?
- No, I didn't know that.
Mike always said you're the only white guy we can trust.
I know he made you a lot of money,
but not like the money I'm gonna make you.
- I believe that.
(tense music)
- Hello?
- You all right?
- Yeah, and you?
- I'm all right.
Just had a long ass day.
- What's going on?
- I just lost a close family member.
- Yeah, I lost a lot of people close to me, too.
- Oh, yeah?
How did you deal with it?
- You never really get over it.
You just learn to deal with it a lot better.
- Oh, man, I understand that.
Hey but look, I ain't gonna be able to see you for a while.
- That's cool, I understand.
That's fine.
Patrick, can I ask you something?
- Yeah, baby, you can ask me anything.
- What do you really do for a living?
- What you mean?
- What do you do?
- What's, look, I done already told you what's up.
Hey, hold on one second.
- Yeah, go ahead.
- Hey, what's up, baby?
- You promised you wouldn't leave me here.
- Dani, listen, I just had to make a quick run, that's it.
- No, you promised.
Come back.
- All right.
Here I come.
Hello?
- Yeah, I'm here.
- So, what's up with all the questions?
- I just like to know who I'm dealing with.
- Well look, I been dealing with a lot of shit today.
- Well, then I guess we both have a lot
going on today, so why don't you just tell me
what's going on with you?
- Naw, I really don't feel like talking about it.
- Cool, I understand.
- All right, I'll talk to you later.
- Yeah.
(tense music)
(rap music)
♪ All these niggers say they wavy ♪
♪ But they all same way ♪
♪ Forget the money I'll get paid ♪
♪ My future is sunny they go in the shade ♪
♪ I held it down when I was betrayed ♪
- Everything all right?
- Yeah.
But we gotta go get Dani.
- Why?
- 'Cause man, she ain't ready to be alone.
- Man, she there with Lavon.
What you mean, she ain't good?
- She good.
She just worried.
And I can't even blame her.
Somebody would kill her mama
and now they after us.
- Look man.
I don't know how you feel,
'cause that was your wife and shit,
but nigger, that was my sister.
And I ain't gonna rest until the person
that did this shit is laid out, you feel me?
- Yeah, man, that's cool and all,
but that ain't gonna bring her back.
My daughter ain't gonna never be the same
after seeing her mama like that.
- I think we should kill that nigger brother, man.
- Yeah.
But first we gotta handle this business.
- Shit, that should be the first part
of the business we handle.
- We gotta get everybody on the same page, all right?
Right.
Yep.
- [Patrick] Hey.
- What's up?
- How you doin'?
- I'm good.
What's up with you?
(chuckling)
- It's funny runnin' into you.
- Yeah, it is.
- All right, I ain't gonna hold you, my baby.
I'll see you soon.
- All right.
(tense music)
(screaming)
- What's wrong?
- [Patrick] What happened?
- [Cisco] I don't know.
- [Dani] That's the car that killed Mom.
- How you know?
- [Dani] 'Cause her license plate number is--
- Who is she?
Her name Maria, dog.
- Call the police.
- No, fuck that.
- Man, who is she?
- It's this bitch I been seeing.
- Nigger, how the fuck she know where you live at, nigger?
- I don't know, dog.
(tense music)
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Man, what the fuck did you do?
- I shoulda killed your daughter, too.
But I let her live, so she'd always remember
her mother's cold, dead body at that front door.
- What the fuck you just say to me?
- You changed my life, so I changed yours.
♪ More violent ♪
♪ No never been to college ♪
And you're next.
♪ Add a couple more covers ♪
♪ Pow, pow, pow, pow, power ♪
♪ Now my we get louder ♪
♪ Can't find the seed and it's sour ♪
♪ I will sing in the shower ♪
♪ Like power ♪
♪ Lord please gimme that ♪
♪ Power, power, yeah ♪
♪ Like the rest ♪
♪ Gimme the cash and keep the check ♪
♪ Gimme that bag and keep the sex ♪
♪ I got that (mumbling) ♪
♪ Don't mean to brag ♪
♪ But yeah, I did it ♪
♪ I got the source for me to dig it ♪
♪ Fuck with the boss you see his whip ♪
♪ Never gonna cross me and live ♪
♪ (mumbling) always on the road ♪
♪ I put that gold on my toe ♪
♪ I'm not controlled by the Lord ♪
♪ I sold my soul to this booth ♪
♪ People thinkin' I could make the famous ♪
♪ I'm sittin' thinkin' like I still ain't make it ♪
♪ I'm just workin' patient on a daily basis ♪
♪ Fightin' over cases over prayin' like ♪
♪ Now I lay me down to sleep ♪
♪ I pray my Lord ♪
♪ My soul to keep ♪
♪ Put a little more power in me ♪
♪ I'm me ♪
♪ Now I lay me down to sleep ♪
♪ I pray my Lord ♪
♪ Soul to keep ♪
♪ Put a little more power in me ♪
♪ Oh oh oh oh oh oh ♪
♪ Pow pow pow pow power ♪
♪ Trap door of the tower ♪
♪ Business callin' all hours ♪
♪ More more more mileage ♪
♪ More dope more violence ♪
♪ No I never been to college ♪
♪ Still at it (mumbling) ♪
♪ Add a couple more commas ♪
♪ Commas commas commas commas commas ♪