All language subtitles for King.of.New.York.1990.iNTERNAL.BDRip.x264-MANiC

Call down to the yard.
Tell them there'll be no early go-backs.

If they have any problems,
tell 'em to notify me.

Call 'em on the radio.
They're late.

Kevin, here's another go-back.

Read this, puta.

Thanks.

Want a date, honey?

Money, money, money.
Check this out.

You want to stop?

No.

- Yo, Tubes, my boy, what's up?
- What?

What's takin' so long, man?

It's gonna take a few minutes,
alright?

We ain't got a few minutes, man,
we got to get busy.

Why don't you do what you got to do
so we can get busy?

Do me a favor, alright?
Here.

Calm down, alright?
Relax.

I'm gonna show you how to do this.
I'm gonna show you how to test this.

Like that.

Right. It's dope.
It's dope, Tito.

Yo, man, you ever get the feelin'
you was being watched?

Damn.

You got any soda, man,
like some root beer or somethin'?

I hurt my leg playin' ball, man.

I got these aspirins
I want to take, you know?

Now, what the fuck is he...

Yo, man, tell him
to turn this shit off.

What kind of help you got, man?
Watchin' cartoons?

Tell my man to turn the TV off
and get me a soda.

Un Coca-cola, por favor.
Please.

Yeah, and make sure it's cold.

I like my shit cold, man,
especially when I play ball.

You play ball, Tito?

No, you don't look like you play no ball.
But, yo, nice gloves, I like those.

- Hey, Jump.
- Yeah, what's up?

It's copacetic, man.

Now maybe you satisfied.

No. Maybe now I want
to check out another one.

What the fuck I look like,
Joe Neckbone, man?

Trust ain't one of my stronger qualities,
you know what I'm sayin'?

You fuckin' disrespect me, man.

I guarantee the shit.
Now, to hell with testing.

Let's get to the large plus 10%.

Did he say 10%?
Wait a minute, Tito.

Man, we had a deal.
Man, what's up?

What 10% you talkin' about, man?

Transportation costs, amigo.
I got expenses.

Well, take the train if you got expenses
in transportation, man.

Why you want to be greedy, Tito?

You fuck the sucking greed.
That's our price.

No one else even talks to you
goddamn motherfuckin' coños.

Now, take it or leave it.

Why you want to talk to me
like that, man? Take it or leave it?

Take it or leave it?

I take it.

Cos I like you,
I'm gonna take it.

Pack the shit up.

You in power, Tito.
You in power.

You the king.

Where's my soda?

What the fuck is this?

They're for the bullet holes, puta.

Room service, motherfuckers!

There's somebody here
to see you.

What's in the cup?

Root beer.

You want some?

There's some things
I don't do.

Welcome back home, Frank.

Check him out. Alright!

Yo, congratulations, Frank.

Check him out.

Congratulations, man.
Them Colombian motherfuckers,

they took permanent vacation in hell,
if you know what I mean.

I must have been away too long
because... my feelings are dead.

I... I feel no remorse.

It's a terrible thing.

I heard bein' in jail
makes you feel like that, man.

I got a present for you.
Check it out.

They were King Tito's,

but he don't need them
where he is now.

Yeah, I thought maybe you would donate
'em to a clothin' drive or somethin'.

Havin' a good time, huh, Jump?

Hey, man,
I been waitin' years for this.

Emilio Zapa sends his regards.

You know how I love money.

Well, help yourself.

Is the meeting set
with Dalesio?

Downtown.

You need to let me bust a cap in that
moonheaded motherfucker's ass, boy.

- Word!
- He's a fuckin' glitter boy.

He's lookin' to get sprayed, laid, played,
and slayed, know what I'm sayin'?

I heard that.

So, you gonna come down,
say hello?

You hobnob with them homos,
you want to.

I'm goin' downtown, find me a girl,
get my knob polished.

- It's time for a real party.
- Come on.

Jim.

How come you never came
to see me?

Who wanted to see you
in a cage, man?

Of course.

- Later.
- Later.

Champagne.
Let's break it in.

Yes.

Ah, yes.

It's King Tito's.

King Tito's glove.

Tito's fuckin' glove.

It's a good thing he's dead,

cos I'd take that glove,
I'd wrap it right round his...

Sex.

And it's how much?

Well, wait for the paperback,
and you can get it.

It's too fuckin' much for me.

You should read
that book, Joey.

Yeah, why?

Because I think
you might learn somethin'.

What? How to be good?

- Joey, don't just... don't say a word, OK?
- Why not?

Because I don't want you
to say anything.

But we're going home, right?

I know. I'm tired already.
Where is he?

Welcome home, Frank.

- Nice to see you.
- Good to see you.

Nice to see you.
Nice to see you.

Hi.

Thanks for everything.

To freedom.

Come on.

Bill, nice to see you.

Bill, Charlie, you know Frank.

- How are you?
- Good of you to come.

Judge, how are you?
Nice to see you.

Listen, I want to introduce you to...

I'm gonna say hello
to your junior partner.

Hiya, Frank.
Good to see you.

You should be more careful
of the affairs you attend, Counselor.

One is known
by the company one keeps.

Ain't that right, Joey?

Pete, how are you?

Hey, Frank.
Welcome home.

Hello, Frank.

Welcome back.
You know everybody here, I think.

Pete, how's the family...
Brian, Dennis?

Better than when you left town, Frank.
They're all working.

- How about you?
- Back from the dead.

Frank White. I've heard
a lot about you, and it's all bad.

Don't believe everything
that Pete writes in the columns

because... well...

Anyway... I've been reformed.

A lot of people
will be happy to hear that.

Huh, Pete?

What can we expect
from the reformed Frank White?

I want to be mayor.

Thinks I'm kidding.

But first, I want to talk
to Arty Clay.

Listen, why don't you relax?

We're supposed to be havin'
a good time here, you know?

Tell him I got things on my mind.
I want to talk 'em over with him.

The guy's a fuckin' animal.
He ain't gonna meet with you.

Maybe you can do
one of his lieutenants, at best.

Tell him... Frank White wants
to talk business with him.

Just tell him that all I want to know
is where and when.

You know, Counselor, they did
a wonderful job with this gentleman.

He's better than ever.

If you'll excuse me...

I'll see you people in a little while,
if I'm still around.

Look at you.

Look at you.

What's the matter?
You're not glad to see me?

You belonged
where they put you.

Maybe this time
you'll stay out of trouble.

That depends on how good
my lawyers are.

I thought people like you
didn't believe in the legal process.

I thought people like me
were the legal process.

You know what?

You know what I'd like
to do... to you?

I would like... to take you
on the subway.

What can I do for you?

Tell Arty I need to speak to him.

- Wait here.
- Sure.

There's some yarm out there
that wants to talk to you.

Ace is still the better.
Arty, you're still...

What's happening?
What's happening here?

You got aces?

200.

200? I got to see your two.

Alright. One shot.

- Alright.
- Last ticket.

- Johnny, give me somethin' good here.
- Take it easy.

Arty. Gentlemen.

- Alright, who goes?
- Arty.

Alright. I bet 200.
Go ahead.

I got a message
from Frank White.

He wants to sit down.
He wants to talk.

You tell him I don't talk
to nigger lovers.

Ah, let's go. What's down?

Well, he says he's got things on his mind
he wants to discuss with you,

and he wants to know where
and he wants to know when.

You tell him in fuckin' hell,
that's where.

He's gonna wish his lawyer
left him fuckin' the sambos in the joint

when I get through with him.

I was makin' a lot of money
off them Colombians.

That's right.

Alright. If that's what you want me
to tell him, I'll tell him.

What, it ain't clear enough?

You tell that son of a bitch
he made a big mistake with me.

And you tell him somethin' else!

This is what Arty Clay
has to say.

Shit...

You tell him personally...
from me!

- I'm gettin' the fuck outta here.
- Stay outta here!

Come on, sit down.
Let's go.

Come on, you go.

I missed you.

Your watch and your wallet, blood.

How about that?

Come by the Plaza Hotel.
I got work for you.

Ask for Frank White.

Man, come on.

It's up to me, right?

You guys are in trouble.
I bet 200.

OK.

Alright, hurry up, will ya?
I'm down a lot of money here.

Let's play cards.

I got your message, Arty.

You stupid son of a bitch.

You runnin' games here?
I want to play.

Sure, Frank, play.
Bring your friends.

Nah. I want to play with Arty.

Come on.
Let's go, will you?

Jump deals.

Blackjack. House out.

Hey.

You got some balls
comin' here.

Pick up the card.

Come on.
Pick up the card.

Pick it up.

OK. From here on, nothin' goes down
unless I'm involved...

No blackjack,
no dope deals, no nothing.

A nickel bag gets sold in the park,
I want in.

You guys got fat while everybody
starved on the street.

It's my turn.

You think you're gonna live long enough
to spend that money, you fuckin' hump?

If any of you...

are tired of gettin' ripped off
by guys like that...

You come with me.
I'm at the Plaza Hotel.

You're welcome.
You're all welcome... to join!

Man or ghost,
I'll kill you again.

Ed.

Ed.

Aiesha, how you doin'?

You know, I'm very upset
about what happened today.

I told you, Frank, I did the best I could,
and you know that.

Edward. How are you?

I told you I tried
to make it work, Frank.

- Hello, Counselor. How are you?
- Alisha, how are you?

- Aiesha.
- Aiesha.

The City Councilman
was just explaining to me

why that hospital in the South Bronx
didn't survive the fiscal cut this afternoon.

I'm tellin' him about
how disappointed I am.

I was explaining to Frank

that there simply wasn't money
in the budget to fund that facility.

In a city of 12 million people,
I find that hard to believe.

I hoped we could do better.

I hoped so too, Frank,

but there simply was no money
in the budget.

If you think it's so easy,
why don't you try funding it yourself?

- Maybe I will.
- OK.

How about 16 million
by the end of the quarter?

Tell your friends
they'll have the money.

Counselor, you're this man's
legal advisor.

Why don't you explain to him the hard
financial facts of running a municipality.

I know what this city needs,

and privileged districts
shouldn't be the only ones with hospitals.

Forget it, Frank.
Forget it.

I want that place kept open.

Frank, forget it.

The city can't afford it
and neither can you.

The city doesn't know
where to look for the money.

Let me give you
some very expensive advice.

Go someplace where you can stay
out of trouble.

I thought
that's what I pay you for.

Excuse me.

Hello, Frank.
I want to talk to you.

I don't think so.

Come on. O'Neill can wait
for two old friends, can't he?

I'm not your friend.

Come on, Frank. We missed you
while you were away.

Thought about you too.

- Yeah. I heard a rumor about you.
- What's that?

I heard you got AIDS getting dicked
up your ass in prison.

That's what I heard.

I thought about you every time
I jerked off, dickhead.

Look, why don't we just
take this outside, OK?

Next time, wear a tie.

- Get Abe.
- Here we go.

Excuse us, folks.
Excuse us. Easy, easy.

Excuse us.
Excuse us. Easy.

Easy. Here we go.

What the hell is this?

We're takin' him in
for questioning.

On what grounds?
This is harassment, Bishop.

We're goin' to the precinct.
You're welcome to come along.

Even your client's
got a right to counsel.

Come on, get out!

Look inside.

Let's go.

- What's that?
- You tell me.

I don't know.

This is the only chance you get, White.
What's it gonna be?

- Are you arresting me?
- Oh, fuck. Here we go.

If so, do it.
If not, I got people waitin' for me.

Shut the fuck up, motherfucker!

- Hey, Frank.
- Alright, that's it.

Come here, Frank.
Come here!

Here, Frank, meet somebody.
Meet somebody, huh?

- Piece of shit!
- Alright! That's it!

I'll kill the motherfucker!

No, I'm gonna cap him.
Let me cap the mo...

Get in the fuckin' car!
Get in the car.

This how you do things?

I know what you're up to, White.
Forget it.

I'm gonna make you and your friends
disappear long before that.

Welcome home, fuck face.

Gilley, get in the fuckin' car.

Last fuckin' time, you fuck.

We're onto your fuckin' ass.

Give your friends that message.

Ladies and gentlemen,
can I have your attention, please?

The best man has somethin' to say.
Thank you.

First of all, I'd like to thank
Tommy Flanigan

for bein' the only black male
at an Irish wedding.

Are you comfortable, Tom?

- I'm from the South.
- Are you comfortable?

Yeah, real comfortable.
All my buddies here, all my brothers.

He's sweatin'. OK.
Joe?

Joe Mulligan, father of the bride.
Come on up here, Joe.

Joe provided
these lovely decorations for us.

Where'd you get these, Joe,
an AA meeting?

Not only that,
he paid for the whole thing.

The whole 200 dollars.

Joe, by the way, put your shotgun away.
The test came back negative.

There you go.
Alright. Alright.

Roy Bishop, do I detect a little afro sheen
on that unusually wavy hair of yours?

Tip... Kathy... to the finest couple
I've ever had the pleasure to know.

Join me, folks.

They're the only couple that's still together
in this neighborhood.

I wish you health, wealth, happiness,
a lot of babies, no cops.

We don't need no more degenerate
donkeys runnin' around with guns.

All bullshit aside, I think I speak
for everybody, we love you.

- God bless.
- Hear, hear.

Here's to youse.
How did I do?

I'm proud of you.

Hey, Father, thank you for coming.
Let's get Father laid.

Come here.

Give me a real drink.

Get Dennis a drink over here.

Get the house a drink.

The bar's not open though.
You pay.

That's my wife!

It was a fuckin' joke!
Would you relax?

Virginia, come here.
Come here. Excuse me.

Tip, take a tip.
Gilley's after your wife.

It's pretty obvious, isn't it?

Hell, it's more than obvious.

He'll find the vampire marks
sunk into her neck.

Get outta here!

What's what, my friend?
How you doin'?

What's what? Terrific.

Yeah?
How come you're not dancin'?

I'm gonna leave that
to the father of the bride.

Are you sure you're gonna make it
through the night?

Aw, shit. You kiddin'?
I'm the one that needs the honeymoon.

All they do is stay in bed
all fuckin' night.

Do me a favor, huh?
Give this to the kids.

I got a million things to do.
Wish 'em my love.

- You sure you won't come in?
- Nah. I got a million things to do.

- I'll see you durin' the week.
- Alright. You take it easy, huh?

Take care, pops.

You can tell your boyfriend
to forget about it.

He ain't got enough money.

Maybe he'll surprise you.

I don't like his fucking surprises.

He's got a lot of nerve
even sendin' you here.

You could step all over that shit
and still get 120 a gram.

And I got 220 pounds of it.

Comes to 15 mil, street value.

And I want guarantees
nobody in this town can give.

Especially him.

Look, Larry,
why don't you set the terms?

Then I'll go back
and I'll tell Frank.

If you two see eye to eye,
we'll make a deal.

If not, everybody goes
their own way still friends.

What do you say?

That cocksucker
ain't got no friends.

And before I even think
of sitting across some table with him,

he got to know one thing...

I ain't no fuckin' greaseball
named Arty Clay.

You got it.

And he pays for your cut.

Yeah.

Why don't you stick around?
I got Frankenstein coming on next.

Stop fuckin' with my lady.
You know what I'm sayin'?

I told him,
stop fuckin' with my bitch.

And when he started cryin' like a bitch,
he got fucked like a bitch.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Hey, Joe, your juicy friend's a-wastin'.
We're gonna shoot the bitch!

We'll just shoot the bitch!

Hey, Joe.
What you want, man?

Don't forget the hot sauce.

Alright.
You want white meat, right?

- No dark meat!
- No problem.

- Alright?
- Don't shoot me! Don't shoot me!

Yeah, can I help you?

Can you help me?

Yeah, you can start by givin' me
15 pieces of chicken, motherfucker.

Mix it up. I want barbecue,
and I want crispy.

- You gettin' this all down?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.
I want six pieces of corn,

and I want...
yeah, give me eight spareribs,

and give me
12 pieces of shrimp...

some onion rings.

You want tartar sauce
or ketchup on those, man?

I want tartar sauce.
You got any potato salad?

No, we ain't got potato sal...

Look, get away from the games!
Alright?

You ain't got no money.
Just get away from the games, alright?

What the fuck is the matter with you,
talkin' to them like that?

They ain't got no money, man.
Yo, is that it?

Yeah, that's it.

Make sure you get my food, get it now,
and don't be droolin' on it, man.

And I better not get none of that cat.
I want chicken.

Here you are.

Here. Y'all go play the games.

No offense, ma'am...

but you make sure
they get what they want, huh?

- Go on.
- No, go ahead. Go ahead.

Y'all go play them games.
Hear?

Play them games.
Here, baby.

Here. Go play the games.
Go ahead.

Yo, what's happenin'
with the food, man? What's up?

- I ain't got all day, you know.
- That'll be 56.70, total.

Did I say I was finished?
I want somethin' to drink.

Maybe I want some birch beer.
You got birch beer?

- No, we don't have no birch beer.
- You don't even know what that shit is.

- You got any root beer?
- No. We ain't got no root beer either.

- Yeah, well, how much is this?
- 56.90.

56.90?
Fuck you very much.

Hey, scumbag, guess what?
You're under fuckin' arrest.

Yeah, motherfucker?
How about that?

Police!

It's all over, Jimmy.

You're under arrest
for the murder of Miguel Mata,

Salvador Tito,
and Rafael Santo Domingo.

You have the right to remain silent
so shut the fuck up.

What's this, huh?
Did you use this on Mata?

Yeah. Yeah, same one
I'm gonna use on you, punk.

Laugh now, motherfucker,
but for the rest of your life,

you gonna be somebody's bitch,
some motherfucker named Bubba.

But you're a motherfucking bro!

Don't you slap me, motherfucker.
I'm gonna slap the black off you.

Take the cuffs off, you motherfucker!
I'm gonna finish his ass off!

This is the happiest day of my life.
You know why?

Cos we got a real, live,
talkin' witness.

I don't leave no witnesses!

Oh, yeah, motherfucker?
Well, you must be gettin' old.

I'll teach you to fuck
with my friend.

I'm gonna fuck you up!

Without private assistance,
everything we've seen will close down.

I can't stress enough
how much your help could mean

to the thousands of families
that depend on us for medical care.

Please, just look around.

Look, Larry...

the most anybody's gonna give you
for your stuff is 30 grand a key.

That's about three million dollars
on a bulk sale.

So whoever buys it's
gonna turn around,

cut it, bag it, and sell it on the street
for 120, 150 a gram.

That's 150,000 dollars a key,
five times what they paid you.

So now your quintal's worth
15 million dollars,

a markup of 11 million something
that you get no part of.

I know you don't have the manpower
to peddle the uptown streets, but I do.

You put up the stuff,
I put up the guys to sell it.

I take the heat and the risk...
if there is any.

We divide the difference,

setting aside something
for places like this.

What do you say?

Thank you.

If I was into socialized medicine,

I would have stayed
in the Peking province.

I want cash for my goods.

- How much?
- Three million up front...

Like you said, with another
half a mil when you unload it.

- That's a lot of money.
- Well, I got a lot of shit.

Make up your mind.

Very well.

You know somethin', Frank?

This conversation made me realize
just how fuckin' crazy you really are.

It's all set up.

I don't think you should go alone.
I don't trust that crazy Chinese guy.

Know what I mean?

It's Enrico Mata.

They got him recovering
in a hospital somewhere

with a police guard
around him 24 hours.

He's agreed to testify
for them in court.

They got Jump cold this time, Frank.
It's murder one.

Did Abe get them to set bail?

- A million dollars apiece.
- So go sign him out.

Posting that kind of money's gonna raise
more problems than it solves, Frank.

Also, I want you to get Abe
to talk to some of those friends of his,

see if they can't get this cop
transferred or retired or somethin'.

I want him out of my way.

He's Chief Investigating Officer
on a multiple homicide.

- It's stupid to even think about it.
- Ask him...

before I blow Bishop's brains
all over his fucking wing tips.

Get some guys and pick...
pick him up.

You got it, Frank.

- Hope you had a good time.
- My old man's back.

- That's right.
- You gonna drink with us?

Yo, yo, yo! The Captain Crunch
and that Doughnut Crew is here.

Yo, fellas, what's up?
Long time no see.

Bishop, we havin' a party downtown.

Why don't you bring Howdy Doody
and the Chocolate Wonder.

I hear your mother's
gonna be there, man,

we havin' a real good time down there,
you know what I'm sayin'...

Give me some.

Black man.

Here. Some flowers
for your witness.

- Jimmy, we got business to do.
- Right. We got business to do.

Get some cheap ones.

And you can kiss my ass, too.

I'll see you downtown.
You'll be alright?

OK. Yeah.

What?

Proud of yourself, Counselor?

Yeah. You know, if you got a problem,
take it to the judge.

Hi.

Come on, come on!
Let's go! Let's go!

Get in! Get in!

Get in!

Where's the stuff, Larry?

And now, ladies
and gentlemen, Mr. Freddy Jackson.

All my life

I've been waitin'

For a time when I'd be free

How I prayed

For liberation

And a little bit of dignity

I heard the heartbeat
of the city

How it pounded and it sounded
in the night

The children's voices
were so pretty

I'm gonna reach out,
I'm gonna take it

I'm gonna make it alright

Dream on

For a better day

Where we can live our lives out

And our hopes don't fade away

Dream on

For a better way

We'll join our hands together

And build a brand-new day

Dream on...

Thank you. Thank you.

You're all so tremendous.

I was born in this neighborhood,
and as I grew up here,

I used to pray
that once I got out,

I would never have a reason
to come back.

I'm glad those prayers
weren't answered,

because my neighborhood's
lookin' mighty pretty lately.

And I've been encouraged,
both in public and in private,

that where there's a will to help,
there's a way to do it.

So on behalf of the neighborhood council,
myself, and New York City,

I want to thank you
for what you've done,

and I ask
for your continued support

until we have the kind of general hospital
this borough needs.

I'm gonna reach out,
I'm gonna take it

I'm gonna make it alright

Dream on

For all that could be right

We can make it happen

We can make it paradise

Dream on

For a better way

We'll join our hands together

And build a brand-new day

Dream on

We're reporting live from the benefit
at the Harlem ballroom,

where city luminaries are gathered
to celebrate the long-term project

to rebuild the community
general hospital.

As one prominent local politician
said to me,

it's a proud moment for the city
and all New Yorkers.

Officials from state
and city agencies...

Roy, he's a movie star.

Frank is a fuckin' movie star now.

Oh, my God.

Help me, gentlemen.

A toast.

- A toast.
- A toast.

Come on, toast.
Frank. He made it.

- Alright?
- Fucking king of New York.

The king of New York.

King.

We, on the other hand, we waste
our time interrogating witnesses,

liftin' fingerprints...
my favorite and yours...

court orders... right, Roy?

Court orders so Frank's
Park Avenue attorney

can get him out in ten minutes.

Ten minutes later
he's on the street.

I thought we were
what's right.

I thought the law
counted for somethin'.

But this whole system
favors the scumbag.

We make, what,
36,000 dollars a year?

- 36.5.
- 36.5. Thank you.

I was the best man at your wedding...
Thank you very much.

36.5 to risk our lives
every night of the week,

and Frank gets rich
on killin' people.

Roy.

Roy...

There's only one way
to get Frank.

We can make it look like a rival gang,
if that makes you feel any better.

You gonna shoot everybody
you can't arrest, Dennis?

That's not your fuckin'...

You know what my problem
is with you?

I can't do my job.

My job is to protect
the people of this city,

and you won't let me.

You do anything stupid,
I'm comin' after your ass.

With or without you...

I'm gonna get rid of Frank.

OK? So now you know.

This guy belongs
in a fuckin' rubber nut squad.

He's a nut.

You know, Roy, every time
Frank kills somebody out there...

it's our fault.

Can you live with that?

I can't.

It was Saturday night
and I was feelin' kind of sporty

Went to the bar,
caught me a .40

Got kinda high and,
kinda drunk

So I kicked the ass
of this little punk

Forgot my key,
I had to ring my bell

My mama came down,
she said, who the hell?

Wait, Mama, wait,
it's me, your little son

Before I knew it,
my mum pulled a gun

I know who you are,
but who the hell is that?

I turned around, man,
this bitch was fat

I really don't know
how she got into the car

I must have picked her up
when I left the bar

You know, homey, homey,
man, I wanted to chill

But you know how mothers are,
she wanted to ill

So I said, hey, baby,
is you on the pill?

Cos tonight
I want to be your lover

Just one thing,
I forgot to buy a rubber

Waited a little while
and then we snuck upstairs...

Somethin' that you've looked at
all your life...

it crosses your mind
that you'll never see it again.

I've lost a lot of time.

It's gone.

From here on,
I can't waste any.

If I can have a year or two,
I'll make somethin' good.

I'll do somethin'...

somethin' good.

Just one year, that's all.

I want to get into a significant instrument
or a series of instruments

with respect to the buying of the dollar
against the yen,

not against the Deutsche mark

or against the Swiss franc
or any other currency.

That's Salvador Tito,
Miguel Mata,

Emilio el Zapa, Arthur Clay,
Lawrence Wong.

Take a good look, Counselor.

You represent the man
responsible for that.

Are you out of your mind?

You're a lawyer.
You're a member of the bar.

- How can you be part of this?
- Part of what?

Can't pretend you don't know
what he's doin' out there.

I don't pretend anything.
You got evidence, prosecute.

By then it'll be too late.

Bring him in.

We're gonna go see Frank, alright?

I'm black,
too damn powerful

Settle back, boy,
and get a eyeful

And if you tired
of the other MCs

Come on in
and get a listen to me

Because the rhyme's 14 karat

You suckers,
you wanna grab it

But you run like
a little bitty rabbit

Pulled out my .38,
it's a very bad habit

Cocaine, you still smokin'

Homey, dude,
you must be jokin'

My fat chain, I am totin'
all through the school

You should be votin', on the M-I-C,
I'm like a pit bull

My brain, my brain
is so full of words

Verbs, icy pronouns

Come on in
and sit on down

Just listen
to what you been missin'

On the floor,
your eyes will glisten

I see you wishin'
on the wishbone

My lyrics will be smooth,
I'm never alone

Just rough and tough,
ain't takin' no stuff

All I really want to know, y'all

Am I black enough?

Am I black enough for you?

Am I black enough for you?

We gonna move on up
one by one

We ain't gonna stop
until the work gets done

Am I black enough,
black enough for you, for you?

Am I black-black enough
for you, for you?

I'm black...

Yo, Joey D,
what's up, my boy?

What, you gonna dis me?

You ain't gonna introduce me
to your friends, man? What's up?

I want to make
a good impression on 'em.

Yeah? I want to know who I'm sellin'
drugs to, know what I'm sayin'?

You don't sell drugs, my brother.
You shoot people.

Yo, I'm unemployed, man.
Ain't nobody left.

I can't help you with that.

Am I black enough
for you, America?

I don't need no ice esoterica

All I need is my blackness

Some others
seem to lack this

Black toy
and my black bible

Gonna be a black man
till the day I die

Just rough and tough,
ain't takin' no stuff

All I really
want to know, y'all

Am I black enough?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
Where you goin'?

Yo, Frank, man.

This is Axel Carter.

- How you doin'?
- How's Los Angeles?

Hot.

Listen, you want me
to get you somethin' to drink?

Nah. If you don't mind,
I want to get right down to it.

Now, you got
a lot of shit to move,

and Joey thinks
I might be interested in pursuin' it.

Taste it.

- Shit.
- Yeah.

Price tag's 12 million.
Cash.

I can get you six,

and I'll give you another six
after I recoup from street sales.

Half the cash,
you get half the drugs.

- It's all or nothin', man.
- Tell you what.

I'll leave Carlos here to walk through
the rest of the shit,

- and I'll be back later.
- Good.

You suckers,
you wanna grab it...

So, how far to the shit?

It's right next door.

Homey, dude,
you must be jokin'...

Come on.

I'll see you later.

On the M-I-C,
I'm like a pit bull

My brain, my brain
is so full...

Got your stuff?

- Take him upstairs.
- Come on. Let's go.

To what you been missin'
on the floor, your eyes...

Let me get a light.

I'm black,
too damn powerful

Settle back, boy
and get a eyeful

And if you're tired
of the other MCs

Come on in
and get a listen to me

Because the rhyme's 14 karat

You suckers,
you wanna grab it

But you run like
a little bitty rabbit

Pulled out my .38,
it's a very bad habit

Cocaine, you still smokin'

Homey, dude,
you must be jokin'

My fat chain, I am totin'
all through the school

You should be votin',
on the M-I-C, I'm like a pit bull

My brain, my brain
is so full of words

Verbs, icy pronouns

Come on in
and sit on down...

Back!

On the floor,
your eyes will glisten

I see you wishin'
on the wishbone

My lyrics will be smooth,
I'm never alone...

Am I black enough?

Am I black enough
for you, for you?

Am I black enough?

Am I black enough for you?

Watch out!

Follow me, motherfucker!

Party time, motherfucker!

Come on, you son of a bitches!

Come on, you son of a bitches!
Come on! Come on!

I know the pain...

I'll kill you, motherfuckers!

Die, motherfuckers!

Get off the fuckin' car, man!

Yeah, you motherfucker?

It's a motherfuckin' cop, man.

Oh, shit!

Nobody rides
for free, motherfucker!

Go! Go!

Shit! Fuck you!
Fuck you, motherfucker!

Come on! Come on!

Yo, what's up?

How's your fuckin' paint job, Frank?

Motherfucker!

Get in front of him.
Get the fuck in front of him.

Oh, shit!

Get the fuck out of the way!

Move your fuckin' car!

Move it out of the way, you...

Jesus.

Shit.

They're gone.

I don't believe this.

I don't fuckin' believe this.

Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait, wait.

What's that?

Nothing!

Fuck!

Come on, Jimmy.

Me and you, buddy.

Where's Frank, huh?

Tired of bein' his fuckin' flunky?

I see he left you, huh?

Come on, Jimmy.

Where you at?

Me and you, Jimmy.

Hey, Jimmy, guess what?

I got a piece of chicken here...
you chicken-eatin' motherfucker!

Come on!

Come on!
Be like a man!

Jimmy!

Come on, Jimmy.

Just me and you.

Jimmy, let's...
let's talk it out, brother.

Come on, huh?

Where the chicken at, huh?
Yo, black. Get me a soda?

Where's my soda, black?
You know I like soda.

What? What? What?

Where's your girlfriend, motherfucker?

Hey, scumbag!

Shut the fuck up!

Kill me, you motherfucker!
Just go ahead the fuck on!

Go on! Oh, fuck!

Alright. You're not bad.
You're not bad.

You're not bad.
You got to relax. You got to...

No, no, no, no.
Just relax.

Try to take a... can you take a breath?
Can you take a breath?

Alright, alright,
Let me help you.

Let me help you.
Let me help you.

Tommy. Tommy?

Tommy!

Tom! Oh, would you...
Three... four...

Tommy? Tommy.

I got the motherfucker.

Yo, motherfucker.
Yo, motherfucker.

You son of a bitch!

Just kill me.

I love you.

I love you, Tommy.

Daddy.

What am I going
to do without him?

You motherfuckin'...

You moth... motherfucker!

You fuck... you mother...

Fuck you, you moth...

You... fuck you! Fuck you!

You fuck, you!
You're just...

Hey. You.

Hey! Over there!

Bring his ass over here.
Come on.

Come on, get up!
Get the fuck up! Get up!

Get up, alright?
Come on.

Get up. Get up!

Where's Frank?
Where's Frank?

You want to go see Frank?

Don't touch me.
Don't fuckin' touch me!

Yo, chill. Chill!

Frank. Shit, man, listen.
You gotta listen to me, man.

Frank, they gave me some names.
I checked 'em out.

They were fuckin' cool, man.

I had no reason to think
they were cops, man.

Those motherfuckers, man,
Those motherfuckers, they set me up!

They set me up
just as much as you, Frank.

You gotta believe me, man.

It ain't like it seems, Frank.
It ain't like it seems, I swear.

Just tell me why.

Don't lie to me, man.
Just tell me why.

Just tell me why.

It was...

It was the money, alright?

It was the fuckin' money, alright?

- Puta!
- Motherfucker!

Don't touch me.

They offered me more money
than I'd ever seen in my life.

Frank, man, I'd be
in the protection program.

I was out, man, I was free.

You can understand that.

- Where's the money now?
- We've got it. He was carryin' it around.

Bury it with him.

Frank... Frank.

Yo, Frank, Frank!
Frank, I'm sorry!

Frank, I'm sorry!
I'm sorry, Frank!

Puta!

It's over! It's over!

Frank! Frank!
Frank, I'm sorry, man!

When the DA's office investigated
the sudden death of Arty Clay,

they found that he left
a 13-million dollar estate.

How do you explain that?

Then there's Larry Wong, who owned
half of Chinatown when he passed away.

Larry used to rent his tenements
to Asian refugees, his own people,

for 800 dollars a month

to share a single toilet
on the same floor.

How about King Tito?

He had 13-year-old girls
hookin' for him on the street.

Those guys are dead

because I don't want
to make money that way.

Emil Zapa...

The Mata brothers, they're dead

because they were runnin'
this city into the ground.

You expected to get away
with killing all these people?

I spent half my life in prison.
I never got away with anything,

and I never killed anybody that
didn't deserve it.

Who made you judge and jury?

Well, it's a tough job,
but somebody's gotta do it, you know?

For the likes of Arty Clay
and the rest of those bums,

you slap a tag on me
for 50,000 dollars.

You make me
public enemy number one.

Is that some kind of joke?

Well, I got a message
for you and your friends.

You tell 'em I got
a quarter-million dollar contract

on anyone involved
in this case.

Now we all get to know
what it's like livin' without knowin'

when some asshole's gonna step
outta the dark and blow your head off.

I want you to know what it's like
to live that way.

You tell 'em what I said.

What makes you think you're gonna
be around long enough to see that?

Where's the fuckin' phone?

We're not talkin' about me.

We're talkin' about
takin' over drug cartels.

You think ambushin' me
in some nightclub's

gonna stop
what makes people take drugs?

This country spends a hundred billion
dollars a year on gettin' high,

and it's not because of me.

All that time I was wasting in jail,
you know, it just got worse.

I'm not your problem.
I'm just a businessman.

Take out your piece.
Be careful.

Careful.

The cuffs.
Cuff yourself to the chair.

It's a stupid thing to do, huh?

Sit down.
Put 'em on the chair.

Now you know what it's like.

Welcome to the circle.

Bang, bang.

White.

A man with a price on his head
shouldn't ride the subway.

It's over. Let it go.

You let it go.

See this?

Come on.
You want to see somethin'?

How bad do you want me?

Don't worry, but don't move.

Frank, put the gun down.

And make it easy?

I've done things in my life
you wouldn't even think about.

Why should you be different?

You got that gun, use it.
Come on.

No more stories, Frank.

Put the fuckin' gun down.

See this woman?
Nice woman.

You have a family?

I don't want to hurt you, but I'll blow you
away if I have to, understand?

Yes, sir.

Could you do that?

Leave her alone, Frank.
It's me and you.

Me and you.

You can't hide
behind her forever.

I don't need forever.