All language subtitles for Money.and.Violence.S01E06_English

- [ music playing ]
- ♪ Yeah, Brooklyn

- ♪ Them young boys
be whilin' ♪
- ♪ Whilin'

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

- ♪ Them young boys
be whilin' ♪
- ♪ Yeah

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

- ♪ Yeah
- ♪ See, I don't wanna
see you hurt ♪

♪ But pain brings you
a little closer ♪

♪ You said you ride to die,
you're supposed to be
like my soldier ♪

♪ Said you was lookin' out,
but I'm lookin' over
my shoulder ♪

♪ Holding hammers like grudges, the bitch ass around us,
they know us ♪

♪ Them young boys
be whilin', all this money
and violence ♪

- ♪ Yeah, them young boys
be whilin' ♪
- ♪ Whilin'

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

- ♪ Yeah, them young boys
be whilin' ♪
- ♪ Whilin'

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

♪ Them young boys
be whilin' ♪

♪ All this money
and violence. ♪

[ gunshot echoes ]

[ child babbles ]

Antonio, I need to play 3216
straight and back.

[ speaking Spanish ]

Acting like
this shit's legal,
making my shit fuego.

Damn.

[ phone ringing ]

- Yo, Rafe, what's up?
- Yo, Kane, you ready?

- Ready for what?
- Ready to work, nigga.

- Are you ready?
- Um, yeah, I guess.

All right.
Meet me at Truxton
and Sackman.

Yo, wear long sleeves
and a fitted, my nigga.

Hurry up.
Get here in 45 minutes.

- No later.
- You talkin'
'bout right now?

- Yeah, right now, man.
- Damn, that's short
notice, Rafe.

Short notice?
Nigga, the early bird
gets the worm

and the late eagle
gets to play in dirt.

Sleep is necessary,
but that shit won't get you
a full stomach.

I thought you
was hungry, nigga.

- You know I am.
- All right, then.

Meet me in 30.
No less than 30, Kane.

- Meet me now.
- All right, I'm coming.

Hello? Hello?

Yo, all right, all right.
Fuck the sandwich.

Shay, are you
kidding me?

Since I moved out here
I have not been seeing you.

- What's going on?
- I know, Jess. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I haven't
been able to be
around like that.

- I've just been busy,
you know?
- Busy?

I'm busy, too.
I work.

But you know I don't know
anybody around here.

It's like ever since
I moved from the Bronx

you just left me
for dead.

Jess, you know
it's not even like that.

You know
you're my girl.

Ain't nobody
out here messing
with you, are they?

- No.
- None of these
hatin'-ass chicks,

or these thirsty-ass
niggas?

Please, Shay, when are they
gonna have time to see me?

Ever since I moved over here
it's just work and back.

Sometimes, girl,
that's the best
way to be.

Not after
a breakup, Shay.

Even before I left Damon,
you always encouraged me
to go out.

Even when you weren't
available to go,

you still
encouraged me
to go out.

- I need that.
- I know, Jess.

I just thought
maybe you needed
some time to yourself.

I have enough
of that, Shay.

What I need is
a girls' night out.

You know what?
All right.

All right, Jess.
You need not to say
nothin' else, okay?

We're gonna--
I'm gonna come
through real soon

and we're
gonna go somewhere.
We're gonna turn up, all right?

Turn up,
that's what I need.
All right.

- All right, boo.
- Later.

- Hey, what's up, man?
- Yo, nigga, when I say move,

it's let's go or get
left the fuck behind.

- Ain't no second chances, Kane.
- I hear you, Rafe.

I was just surprised
you called me and not Miz.

Yo, this is light,
my nigga.

It ain't nothin'
crazy, man.

You know,
I mean, it should be
a couple of Gs,

but hopefully
if we're lucky,
it'll be more.

Miz got his own thing
goin' on right now, man.

That nigga ain't pressed
for cash, man.

- Yo, I hope you're ready.
- Yeah, I think I'm ready.

Nah, nigga,
I need to know
that you are.

- All right, I know I am.
- [ sighs ]

Yo, look, this is light,
know what I mean?

It ain't nothing crazy.
Shouldn't be no guns
in there,

but you never know.

So I need you
to be on point.

Yo, look at me, Kane.
I need you to be on point.

I'm not trying
to get shot from behind.

But you just said
there's no guns in there.

It shouldn't be, man,

but there are no guarantees
to this shit, Kane.

Once we open that door,
the possibilities are that
it can go any which way.

That's why
I need you on point.

I need you to serve
as the eyes behind my head.

- I got you.
- This should be simple,

but always keep it
in the back of your mind

that simple could turn
to chaos in a split second

if you do not
stay on point.

Stay on point.
I got it.

Look, it's an apartment.
They run numbers out of there.

There should be
only one dude in there,

you know
what I'm saying, which
I could handle on my own.

But the thing is
if we knock the door,

he's not gonna let us in
because we've never
played before,

so we have to wait
for somebody to come play.

As soon as
he opens the door,
I'm gonna push him in.

- Then what do we do?
- Once we get in there,

you control the customer.
You do whatever you have to do

to keep him down
and quiet.

Like what?
Am I gonna have a gun?

No, you're not gonna
have a gun, my nigga.

I don't need you
shooting nobody out of
nervousness, man.

You let him know
that we don't want
nothing from him.

He's a civilian, Kane.
We don't want his
hard-earned bread.

But if he doesn't
cooperate,

that's when violence
becomes necessary

and you do
whatever you have to.

- Whatever I have to?
- Yo, let me know
if you're ready, Kane.

I could still
respect you tomorrow

if you let me know
that you're not ready now.

But don't
have me bring you
in there with me

on your word
that you're ready
and you're not.

That? That I can't
respect.

Whew.
No, I'm ready, Rafe.
I'm ready.

All right, listen.
Once we get in there,

once you get
the customer down,

I should be in the process
of tying up the main dude.

Once I'm done with him,
then I come over and I'll
tie up the customer.

Once they're both
down and tied,

I'm gonna need you
to hold them down while I
go search for the bread.

- Do you understand?
- Yeah, I understand, Rafe.

Are you sure?
Do you need me to go
over anything, Kane?

- Nah, I got it.
- [ sighs ]
All right, let's go.

Remember, my nigga,
stay on point.

♪ ...young boys
be whiling ♪

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

♪ All this shit
I can't make up ♪

♪ All this weed
that I'm smokin' ♪

♪ Fuck around
with my neighbors ♪

♪ Man, my old heads
be silent ♪

♪ My young boys,
they stay strapped ♪

♪ They're around here
like gangland ♪

♪ Even grown men
get kidnapped ♪

♪ And giftwrapped,
click-clack ♪

♪ Shots rip through
your six-pack ♪

♪ Real, nigga,
I've been that ♪

♪ They talk about it,
I lived that ♪

♪ So Brooklyn,
so NY... ♪

[ slams ]

- Are this where them stay?
- Last time, we saw
the brethren Donovan

tell them to set a place
at the cabana.

And when them
Yankee brethren
used to come up

and march
or patrol instead.

We don't know which part.
Them rest still low.

Yeah, man, it's close,
you know?

Still feeling my spirit there
walking around this place.

Brethren, we should
get this done so his soul
can rest in peace.

Yo, the man's blood
is still lingering in
the air around here, you know?

All I see is red.

Everything I see
on this cursed block

look bloodier
in my eyes now.

Brethren, me not lying.
Me no give no value
to a dead man's life.

But we can't afford
for me to cower to them,

cheapen the price
of an innocent life.

The meek
will be trampled, G.

True indeed,
but their own can prosper.

Innocent blood
stains to the soul,
Brother G.

Yeah, your right
to my wrong, brethren.

Balance first
or the world tip and fall.

Even in evil
there is good.

Even in chaos
there is order.

Judgment can deal with it
the right way and line them up

and just deal with them
like I said I could
deal with them.

Yo, you can take care
of this, my nigga.

Hold these niggas down.
Stay the fuck on point.

I'ma go search
for that fuckin' bread.

Hold it right,
man.

All right, guys,
just relax, man.

Nobody's gonna
get hurt, okay?

Give me this shit.
Yo, where the fuck
is this bread, my nigga?

Yo, I ain't got
nothing for you, papi,
I'm telling you.

- Where the fuck
is the paper, man?
- There's nothing here, papi.

- There's nothing here.
- The fuck you mean
nothing here, man?

I'm telling you, primo,
I don't got nothing
for you, man.

- Nothing.
- The fuck you mean?
Where's the bread at?!

I ain't got
nothing for you, papa.
You know I wouldn't lie, man.

My life is
on the line, papa.

[ doorbell chimes ]

Who the fuck is that
at the door?

[ chiming continues ]

Somebody was
at the fucking door,
but they left.

[ softly ]
Yo, where the fuck
is this paper at, man?

I got nothing for you, papi,
I'm telling you.

I'm telling you the truth, man. Why would I lie to you?

- [ doorbell chimes ]
- Who the fuck is at the door?

[ sighs ]
Fuck...!

[ chiming continues ]

[ faintly ]
Fuck.

[ chiming resumes ]

[ chiming continues ]

[ softly ]
Yo, it's the same
fucking chick

that was knocking
on the door before.

Shit.
What are we
gonna do?

She keeps fucking
coming back, man.

Yo, I think we're
gonna have to

kick her down
the fucking stairs, man.

- Kick her down the stairs?
- Yeah, kick her down
the fucking stairs, man.

Why don't we just
drag her in here?

Because if we drag her in
and she screams,

they're gonna hear her
coming in here, my nigga.

They could call
the fucking cops.

If we kick her
down the stairs,
then they're gonna think

that she screamed
when she was falling
down them shits, man.

So you're telling me we're
gonna leave without nothing?

This will be your first
fucking lesson, my nigga.

It's more important
to get away with nothing

than to get caught
with everything,
my nigga.

Getting away is always
our first fucking
objective.

You're fucking
lucky, papi.

We gotta get
the fuck out of here.

- Yo, she fucking left.
- Yes.

- Let's get the fuck
up out of here.
- My nigga.

[ bolt clicks ]

I'm telling you, Maggz,
I keep hearing in the streets

those yardie niggas
that Donovan's fucking
with, son,

and that gun being down, son,
ain't nothing to play with, son.

I don't know
why niggas keep
talking about that shit.

Homie violated, homie
got dealt with-- that's
what it's supposed to be.

Niggas ain't
coming for them.

Miz ain't worried.
Niggas don't give a fuck.

You see yardie niggas
pulling up?

We're out here, right?
Every day, right?

The homie Miz
don't give a fuck.

They feel that way
about Donovan, they free
to express themselves.

That's coming
from the homie mouth
to yourself, my nigga.

Fuck out of here,
let it die.

Niggas need to
let that shit die,
but you know what?

Dead issue.
Say nothing, son.

I'm gonna go
pick the food up.
I ordered this shit

- and I need to grab the shit.
- Niggas been taking long
enough as is already, man.

- Yo!
- Easy, brethren.

The man missed
by a long shot,
brethren.

We don't find the one
to worry about.

It's the brethren
named Miz, brethren.

[ muttering in Patois ]

Psh-hh.
Yo, it took a lot
to get up here, Black.

I know, but it's gonna
be worth it.

Trust me, Rafe.

I know Miz
be skeptical,

but my homie don't be
bullshitting.

I hope not, man.

It's gonna take a lot
to make this happen.

I mean, once we get in,
it's gonna be smooth.

But getting in,
that's gonna be
the headache.

Yeah, but you
figured it out already.

You said
y'all going in
through the terrace.

Yeah, I mean,
that's what it's
looking like.

That's the only thing
that makes sense right now.

Maybe my homie can
make a copy of the key.

No, no. That nigga
would be the first
fucking suspect, man.

We could find another way
to get in to make that shit
look more random.

I'm not as skeptical
as Miz, man,

but I don't know
your homie, my nigga.

Although you could vouch
for his character,

- I can't.
- What you mean by that?

You saying
I fuck with rats?

Nah, nigga,
I'm saying what I said.

You fuck with a dude
that I don't know

and I ain't one
for the back and forth, man,

- so we could just
leave it at that.
- It's all right.

- We're good, then.
- Yeah, we're good, man.

I'm gonna brief the rest
of these niggas, man,

and get them up to speed
so that we can move forward.

So what are we talking
as far as completing this

and bringing
that paper home?

Soon. Real soon.

All right.

I don't know why I gotta
call her so many times.

Like, come on,
I just wanna see
my daughter, man.

[ sighs ]

Yo, Cindy, man,
stop sending me
to voicemail.

I know you're ignoring
my calls on purpose.

Like, yo,
just pick up the phone.

I was just letting you know
I got something for you, man.

I ran into some bread
and I got something for you.

So call me back
as soon as you can.

I was actually
on my way to you now,

but you're not
answering.

All right?
All right.

Why do I gotta call her
so many times?

[ phone rings ]

Yo, what's up?

- How much you got for me?
- Damn, so much for small talk.

Tsk. Really, Kane?
Don't waste my time.

Yeah, I got, like,
a hundred.

[ scoffs ]
A hundred dollars?
You serious?

Look, I was just hoping
I could see my daughter
for a little bit, man,

swing by
and see her real quick.
Is that cool?

Whatever, Kane.
I keep telling you
this isn't gonna cut it.

But I guess
I do need my hair done.

You need money
for your hair?

I said "we"
as in me and Bri.

- Oh, okay.
- But seriously, though,

I feel bad telling Bri
she got a deadbeat
for a father

that don't love her enough
to provide for her.

I don't want her heart open
for some little boy.

Seriously, you need
to man up, Kane.

Stop putting that mess
in her head.

I got nothing
but love for my daughter
and you know that.

I love my daughter.

You love her?
Do love pay the bills,

put food in her stomach,
clothes on her back?

- No.
- All right,
all right, Cindy.

All right, whatever.
All right, Cindy.

You got it.
Look, what time
can I come over?

That's what I thought.

- I'll be home by 9:00.
- All right, cool. Say no more.

Yo, my bad
I haven't been able
to get up with you, my G.

My, um-- my kid's mom
just got back to town
yesterday

As soon as she got
in town, we got to
hooting and hollering.

- I ended up losing
my voice and shit.
- Nah, it's all good, my nigga.

- No biggie, man.
- So how that thing
with homie went?

Been hitting up his phone,
but that dude ain't been
picking up at all.

- [ scoffs ]
I wonder why.
- So everything went cool?

Yo, you ain't tell nobody
I was gonna handle that,
did you?

- Nah, not at all.
- You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.
What was the reason
for me to--

Niggas can't
be trusted, Buxx.

I ain't mad at homie, though.
I mean, that nigga don't
know me.

He don't owe me shit.
And like you said, man,

you don't fuck
with him like that,
you know what I mean?

But if somebody that I know
tried to line me up,

that, my nigga,
that I need to know.

Yeah, I feel you, my G.
I feel you.

[ silent ]

Hey, yo!

Sugar Kane!

You out of
your fucking mind?

- You ain't hear me?
- I ain't hear you, Mister.

You ain't hear me?

[ yelling ]
You hear me now,
motherfucker?

What the fuck you got
for me today?

- Yo.
- Yo, chill,
Mister, chill.

What? Oh, you're
getting brave?

I'll break
your fucking face.

Oh!

You holding!

I was only looking
for 20.

Please, Mister.
Come on, I need that!

I need that, too.

You got
change for a hundred?
I'll give you 20.

What? Come on, man.
That's for my daughter.
Please?

Bad enough
you're my son,

I gotta worry
about your daughter, too?

Get the fuck
out of here.

[ sighs ]

Yo, Mister.

Yo, Mister,
come on, man!

- Please, I need that.
- Get the fuck out of here, yo!

You don't respect
your jaw!

Get the fuck
out of here!

- Yo.
- What's up, man?

Ain't shit.
Trying to get
that paper together.

Miz hollered at me,
told me you got that fire.

I'm trying to
get my hands on that
before you dish it all out.

Fire or not,
we're still not
eating like that.

All that means is he gets
his bread back quicker.

Well, I hollered
at the nigga.

The nigga told me
he's gonna start me off
with that soft, too.

I mean,
I get to "chef it up"
and get my own extras.

What's good with
that package, though?
I know you're done already.

Nah, to come clean,
shit's been kind of slow.

Slow?
Nigga, we eatin'
on the same streets?

- The fiends is out here.
- Yo, you sure we got
the same batch

'cause niggas is talking
about my shit is weak.

Weak?
Hell no, they
cleaned me out quick.

I'm just waiting on
your portion of the bread

to get to Miz
so I can get some more.

Yo, as long as you've been
fucking with this nigga

he don't trust you to get
that chicken back to him?

It's not him,
it's me.

I don't like
doubling up on debts.

Whatever you say,
Shane.

Just give me
a couple more days.

Shit seems like
it's starting to pick up.

Yo, man, this situation
don't make no sense.

Whatever, just give me
that bread ASAP.

I'm trying to make
this shit happen, man.

Yo, I got you.
Don't worry,
it's under control.

All right, man.
Look at this
motherfucker Kane, man.

Yo, Kane, why
the fuck you look
like your dog died?

Fucking clown, yo.

- Where's life at, my G?
- Ain't shit, my nigga.

Yo, I got up
with this nigga, Black.

He showed me
the fucking crib, I found
a way in and everything.

So everything's
a go, my nigga.

Yo, so you let your
fucking knucklehead know

and tell that nigga
not to jumping out
the fucking window, man.

Nigga, you make sure
you tell Mr. Softy

stay out of my way
and we good,
my nigga.

Yeah, all right.
Whatever, nigga.

- I'm gonna hit the jet.
- All right. Holler at me.

- [ phone rings ]
- Fuck!

I don't know
what to tell her.

Oh, shit.

[ music playing ]

♪ I get one
for just coming,
two to do a show ♪

♪ Can't wait
for me to come on
'cause I does this, yo ♪

♪ I get one
for me to come in,
two to do a show ♪

♪ Can't wait
for me to come on
'cause I run this show ♪

♪ New York
is in the building ♪

♪ That's what's up,
get up ♪

♪ Roll over niggas
like monster trucks ♪

♪ Only here
to click confusion ♪

♪ Better get
your crews done ♪