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We're the new heads of the Dar crime organization.

We propose that you make us

the exclusive distributor in West Philly.

- What the fuck?! - FBI or Bushra?

This place is a pigsty!

Worse. Lucky.

Ahmad here scored us invites to Chickie's Super Bowl party.

- You serious? - Hell yeah!

Where you left me for dead, remember? 'Cause I do.

Can you move on already? You're still alive, for God's sake.

Anyway, this is the most exclusive party in Philly's underbelly.

Basically, it is the Met Ball for the local crime world.

This is your chance to pitch Chickie

on expanding the business to sell Raj's new coke in West Philly.

Holy shit!

It's game day, motherfuckers. Let's go!

Cover up your pee-pee, Raj.

It's time for business.

Shut up, Mir.

Gun.

Silencer.

Brass knuckles.

Alright.

Come on.

Phone. Wallet.

Inhaler.

♪ ...let yourself be free ♪

♪ Romance is ♪

♪ Why they dance the samba ♪

♪ Come dance ♪

♪ And try romance with me ♪

♪ Together... ♪

To the left are the guys who run Clark Park.

Don't wave.

- Sorry. - Goddammit.

The Pho Brothers are already neck deep up Chickie's ass.

They got here early. Clever little fuckers.

Anyone else afraid?

Yeah, a little bit.

Ooh, the pretzel statue.

Dude, check it out. I could've gone pro.

Hey, Lucky, cute pants.

Gucci?

I just rock them that good.

Go off, queen.

Who are these dorks?

Pleased to make your acquaintance.

My name is Mir Dar, and this is my brother Raj Dar.

Hello.

Gigi. Chickie's daughter.

Raj and Mir took over the business after their dad died.

Well, it must be nice.

My dad won't let me work with him 'cause he's a fucking boomer

who thinks women can't be involved in business!

I thought it was because you shattered

both of Vinnie's eye sockets when he shit-talked Lady Gaga.

He had plenty of good seeing days.

He really did. Is your mother here?

No, she's in Florida. She hates the cold.

And by that, I mean she's getting a neck lift.

Chickie.

Hi. Behaving yourself?

Am I behaving myself?

What am I, 10?

I should set this place on fire.

Again!

- Nice to meet you. - So scary.

She's nice sometimes. When she's sleeping.

So good.

- Chickay! - Ahmad, my man.

Where's your boyfriend?

Dialysis.

Sunday's still Sunday when you've got ketchup for blood.

- Mr. Lasagna, I... - It's Lozano, actually.

- Sorry. - Sir, we really would love

to talk to you about expansion.

Expansion? Big boy pants over here.

Yes, sir.

We really would love to talk to you in private

if you have a few minutes.

Baby wants his bottle.

Okay. My office downstairs in five minutes.

Director Simpson! I was not expecting you.

Couldn't find anyone to come back you up.

Lucky for you, I got zero going on on the personal front.

Same.

So, what's the haps?

The Dars are in there with a boatload

of Philly organized crime.

We got 'em.

Not until we prove it.

Now, we gotta slow play this.

You and I have a lot of time to kill.

Speaking of,

think it's time for your boy to do what he does best.

Sir, I'm very flattered,

but that is not...

I'm not talking about that thang.

I'm talking about what I do second best.

Go undercover.

Wait, you were thinking what?

Me and you? No.

No offense, but you're not my type.

I like a short, bossy brunette.

Like someone who's like,

"We gotta be here at this time."

"What are you doing? Saturday we have plans."

That's the good stuff.

He's with the Pho Bros.

He's saying something about Chickie has furry balls?

What is he saying?

I think he's saying Chickie has fibroids?

- That's so sad. My... - He's saying, "Pho Brothers."

I'm an expert lip reader.

I know stuff about Travis and Taylor you would not believe.

So, I guess I should tell my dad that you were eavesdropping.

- Gigi. Come on. Don't. - You don't have to do that.

- Come on. - I'm not a rat.

Unless it seems fun. Then I would be a rat.

If I had a little sister, it would be someone like you.

Be more like Gigi, boys.

Yeah, be more like me.

Let me see what these jokers are saying.

Their family wants West Philly.

They're saying they really deserve it.

Now my dad's saying some bullshit.

I just check out whenever he starts talking.

It literally sounds like, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Bluh, bluh, bluh, bluh, bluh.

- The fuck you doing? - What are you doing?

We're wrapping up in here.

A gift for you, Chickie.

- The boss of bosses. - Beautiful.

It's going in the vault.

It's the pickle crew.

I could smell you from in there.

All I smell is Grade F beef, you bitches.

Okay.

Come on in. Not you, Gigi. We're doing business.

Okay. The mooks can come in, but not me?

Alright. Yeah.

I'll be in the garage cutting your brake line.

You three right here...

Yeah, I built up quite a collection over the years.

Wow.

You know, I got something of your dad's in there.

It's a Dawkins jersey from back in the day.

Whoa! You got Baba's jersey?

I won it off him in a dice game.

That's so awesome, Mr. Lasagna.

You know, we don't really have much

of Baba's keepsakes because of the frickin' FBI.

Do you mind if we take that one home?

It's mine.

I mean, but, like, we don't really have anything.

Yeah. Just moving along. Moving along.

Let's make this quick.

I don't wanna miss the hologram

of Mario Lanza dancing with Gritty.

- Icons upon icons, here we go. - I get it.

Hey, Raj, fellow business classmate of mine.

Would you like to try some of this bargain blow?

Sure.

No!

I have to shit immediately.

I know, it's because it's mostly baby laxatives,

but you should try this new blend,

which is now 80% pure cocaine.

Whoa, that's way better!

I'm high as a kite, and my diarrhea is cured.

Sir, I've crunched the numbers, and we can triple our profits

and, by extension, yours by the third quarter.

Mr. Lasagna, drugs are my passion.

And I know with this blow we can make Philly

the cocaine capital...

Of the world.

Yeah, it's a no.

You guys are real cute.

But who we kidding?

Yous ain't ready. Gigi.

- What? - Meeting is over.

The Pho Brothers have been doing this

way longer than you two.

I have to go with experience.

Take our friends to the kids' table.

I'm really sorry it didn't work out for you guys.

- Thank you, that means a lot. - Thank you

I'm kidding. I don't care, like, at all.

Come on.

Sir, you'll be too exposed in there.

I still think this is too risky.

For you, maybe. They know who you are.

But they've never met...

Joey from Fishtown.

What are you lookin' at?

Killer?

Yep.

So, camera's set.

Okay, I have reception, so if anything goes wrong in there,

- you signal me by saying... - No.

No. Look at me.

Look at me.

I am looking at you.

Never interfere with an undercover mission.

No matter what happens, you stay in the van.

No safe words.

You got that?

- Yeah. - No safe words.

Got it, sir.

Good.

You're about to receive a MasterClass.

No subscription necessary.

'Ey, what kind of food you got in this place? Come on.

Alright, I'm ready to go.

That was an incredible first half.

What a game we have going here...

Can't believe I'm stuck here with you mooks.

We're not mooks. Okay?

We're the bosses.

And we shouldn't even be at the kids' table.

Right.

What's a mook?

They conquered Spain in the 8th century.

That can't be true.

Fuck you, you bag of shit!

I fucked your grandma.

You probably would fuck that ugly hoe!

My nephews.

So would they have the same grandma?

Yeah, my mother.

This place sucks!

We shouldn't be here. We should be over there!

I should be over there.

What's wrong with this fuckin' orange?

That's not an oran...

Fuck oranges.

So, Chickie, would you like to try a pick-me-up?

Maybe, you know,

give our new blend a shot?

Hey, no business right now, doll.

It's the biggest day of the year.

Yeah, rude, doll.

Some broads, you can't take 'em anywhere. Am I right?

Look, at the next commercial break, we're gonna go to the adults' table.

Okay? I know we can still convince him.

Will you give it up? He's never gonna give you a chance.

He won't even let me in. And I'm way smarter than you two.

And a therapist once said I had little to no conscience.

That's terrifying.

Hey, Gigi, do you know how to get into your dad's vault?

Ooh, that's interesting.

Yeah, the combo's his own birthday.

- Fucking narcissist. - Raj, what are you talking about?

Baba's jersey. I want it.

We cannot steal from Chickie's vault.

Not only will he not give us the territory,

he will skin us alive.

Yeah, he will. Ooh, I'm into this.

But the jersey, Mir, it's, like, calling me.

I hear it. It is calling you.

Yeah, Mir. I need to see the jersey.

I have this distinct memory of getting Cheez Whiz

all over that thing when I was a kid.

That was me.

It was a white Dawkins jersey.

Mooks! There is only one way to settle this.

Mir, I know you want to see it too.

Come on.

Fine.

You're a fucking troublemaker.

- You flirting with me? - No.

Chickie, about West Philly...

What you really should be doing

is getting me another one of these beers.

Grab it yourself, fish sauce breath.

Hey, don't talk to my brother like that.

And stick to your side of the Schuylkill

unless you want a Dao Vua to the chest.

A Dao Vua to my... Try me, noodle boy.

That should have gone in the basket.

I apologize, Chickie.

Basket.

Aw! Nom nom nom nom nom.

- Bitch. - Can't take her nowheres.

Welcome to Philadelphia's museum of contemporary bullshit.

Whoa.

The first cheese steak, petrified.

Black Thought's first lunchbox.

It's kind of cool, actually.

Vince Papale's bar rag.

Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.

Ship in a bottle. Who gives a fuck?

Championship rings. There's one missing.

I sold it.

Kevin Bacon's baby tooth.

M. Night Shyamalan's original iPhone.

Yo, Chickie's collection is sick.

Look at this little guy.

And my dad's pride and joy, good ol' Uncle Frank Rizzo.

Ew. The asshole racist mayor?

Yeah. And my dad's hero. Can you believe that shit?

He made him wanna be a mob boss.

Wait, you knew that your dad was in the mob your whole life?

- He never hid it from you? - I mean, yeah.

But I didn't see him kill anybody until I was 12.

He's not insane.

Our dad kept us out of the business our whole lives.

So, you hate him, right?

- No. - No, he's dead.

We actually miss him a lot.

Maybe you should appreciate that you still got yours.

Yeah. Maybe I should.

Fuck you.

- What? - We gotta get outta here.

No, we gotta find that fucking jersey, dude.

Touchdown! Philadelphia.

Right as time expires at the end of the third quarter.

I would really appreciate it

if you wouldn't undermine me in front of Chickie.

I'm trying to close the deal. So... piss off.

What?

Look,

the boys screwed it with Chickie.

They should never have been made Chief Saab.

I should be the boss.

Chickie even said so when we were hanging out together.

But you fucking stole it from me.

Hold on. I stole it from you?

I should have been the Chief Saab.

Baba never wanted you to be Chief Saab!

He told you that to your face.

Don't pretend like it never happened. I was there.

Yeah.

But Baba's dead, isn't he?

This is it. I found it!

It's Baba's jersey.

Look, it's got the cheese splotch on it and everything.

I told you it was a white Dawkins jersey.

It was my memory.

Yes! Yes! Gimme five.

Whoa!

Holy monkey.

Okay, boys, get out of here. I have to do some work.

I forgot my foam finger.

Shh.

Raj.

Raj. Snap out of it.

Whoa.

I knew Baba was a drug dealer.

- What are you talking about? - The jersey.

It unearthed a memory.

I saw him stuffing coke inside a MegaGlug.

You knew who Baba was this whole time?

Ooh.

Fight, fight, fight, fight!

Fight.

How could you not tell me?

It was buried, man.

Like, really fucking deep.

That's how I deal with all my hard memories.

I put 'em in my memory palace, and now it's open.

No.

Here comes a lot more shit.

I fed you a centipede when you were six.

Alan Iverson only agreed to meet you

because I told him you were a Make-A-Wish kid.

- I had a boner at Dadi's funeral. - I knew it.

Take that, you son of a bitch.

What the fuck are you doing?

She's getting in trouble.

Fuck. Hey, come back here with Frank Rizzo's ear.

I'm going around the back.

Watch and learn from the master.

Yo.

Raj, we gotta find her or we're fucked.

I started the rumor about you having three balls.

I catfished you on AOL instant messenger.

Raj, shut up! Stop.

Okay, thank you for ruining my life.

I had a fucked-up sense of humor back then, man.

I didn't know you were gonna fall in love

with MasalaMommy1989.

That's not what I'm talking about.

Raj, if I knew Baba was a drug dealer,

I wouldn't have spent my entire life trying to be like him.

But you are like him, man.

Like, without even trying.

In a great way.

You think so?

Okay. Okay.

Who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck are you?

Ooh!

Take it easy.

They're gonna kill him.

Help. Help me.

Help.

Nobody's gonna help you, you fuck!

I'm not crying. Those guys kicked dirt in my eyes.

I got a couple good shots in there.

After the lapel pin fell off.

Excuse me. Sorry. Yeah.

Excuse me. Sorry. Sorry, guys.

For fuck's sake.

Chickie, let's talk about West Philly, man to man.

Man to man, your crew isn't tight.

You and Lucky hate each other.

These young guys at the head, they don't have the grit.

Doesn't give me the confidence I need

to give you more territory.

I don't even know who I am anymore.

What am I doing?

I'm at a mobster's house trying to gain drug territory?

Yeah.

It's pretty messed up.

You really think I'm like Baba?

Put your arms up.

I'm gonna put this on.

Get your head through.

It fits.

It fits.

I'm sorry my brain is so fucked up, man.

But if I got to shield you from any of this bullshit

then it was worth it.

That's what Baba was doing with us, I guess.

Yeah.

Get me the Dar boys!

- Shit. - Fuck.

Okay, let's go. Let's go.

Is this, some kind of, like, retaliation

fo-for not giving you West Philly?

No, not retaliation. Okay?

We swear we didn't do anything.

Mr. Lasagn... Lozano.

I know it looks bad but if you let me explain...

...turn of events, the Eagles have lost the game

76-6.

Goddamn.

Everybody out!

Party's over.

- Alright. Thank you for the hospitality. - Out!

You assholes stay right here!

Nick, get in here.

I did it.

I took Rizzo's ear.

And I gave 'em that stupid jersey too.

Why would you do this?

Felt like it.

Mr. Lasagna, your daughter is calculating

and deceitful and for sure crazy.

All the qualities one needs to be a good gangster.

Don't take it for granted.

Our dad kept us outta the business to protect us.

And now we'll never know what it's like

to work together as a family.

And I don't know if we'll ever get over it.

Don't make the same mistake our Baba did.

You still have a chance.

I was just trying to protect you,

but now I gotta let you fly,

like an eagle.

I'm ready to fly, Daddy.

And these guys aren't total mooks.

I mean, I don't hate them.

- Aw. - See? She likes us.

And while I have your ear, I'm kidding,

I'd like to tell you why we should get West Philly.

'Cause we're gonna make you a fuck-ton of money.

It's that simple.

The balls on these guys.

This product will be shipped to every ABC Deli

across the Delaware Valley on a weekly basis.

What do you say, Chickie?

West Philly's yours.

What? Really?

My God. Thank you so much, sir.

- Thank you so much. - Hell yeah.

No one believed in your father either.

You know, I gave him a chance, and it paid off.

I promise we will not disappoint you.

- We won't. - Pho Brothers might be

a little disappointed, but we'll not disappoint you.

Things went a different way.

Sometimes the favorite doesn't win.

That's why...

I bet against the Eagles and made a fortune today.

- A smart man. - Genius.

A smart man.

It's the next generation's turn.

Come here.

- I'm coming... - No.

I think he means Gigi.

- Right, right, right. - Yeah, that makes sense.

That makes sense. Father-daughter.

Yeah.

Daddy, let's fire Nick. I hate him.

Why are you guys still here?

- Sorry. Yes. - Let's get outta here. Let's go.

- Thank you for the hospitality once again. - Thank you.

♪

♪ Groundbreakin', earth shakin' ♪

♪ Moves I've been makin' been plannin' for decades ♪

♪ And now it's time for the execution ♪

♪ And to execute, spread my roots let's get loose, ♪

♪ You ain't never seen half man, half machine ♪

♪ All beast, ha ♪

♪ Still sayin' the least prepare yourself a feast ♪

♪ Get yourself a priest ♪

♪ Yeah, it's hard to believe ♪

♪ One man can leave so much carnage in the streets ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪ - ♪ The fact is that he's ♪

♪ Hot as the sunshine and cool as a breeze ♪

♪ Yeah, a lion gotta eat ♪

♪ Gotta bite somethin' while I got all these teeth ♪

♪ Yeah, so when you see me in the street ♪

♪ Do yourself a favor, homie don't get seen ♪

♪ You keep lookin' for it ♪

♪ You gonna get it ♪

♪ You been warned ♪

♪ But you ain't been listenin' ♪

♪ This ain't what you been thinkin' you would get ♪

♪ Knock you down you won't get back up again ♪

♪ Do yourself a favor don't you come around here ♪

♪ Ain't nothin' but a problem waitin' for you 'round here ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪