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[light switching]

[electricity crackling]

[rustling]

[phone ringing]

-Hello.

-Hey, where you at?

-[?] How is the situation going with Murder?

-Yes, we raided that spot [?].

We got 5000, plus we got bigger problems.

We need to talk face to face.

-No shit. It�s going to have to wait a minute, man.

I�m a little tied up right now.

-I need to see you ASAP.

-I�m saying the shit can�t wait?

-No. It can�t wait. I need to see you now.

-All right.

[background music]

[opening theme]

[background vehicle noises]

[knocking on door]

-Where the hell have you been? I�ve been trying to call you.

-Listen, man, fuck all that. What�s going on?

-What�s going on is that one minute, they don�t know nothing about you.

Now, the next minute, you�re the main person of interest.

They want to take you off the streets.

-How? What the fuck they want me for?

-Take a wild guess.

-Listen, I don�t fucking know. Just tell me.

-Two people have come forward to cooperate.

[?] is saying that you are responsible for the shootout at the liquor store.

Now, [?] is saying that she was at the house when you killed Davo.

-Okay. That�s easy. I know them both.

We just find Wolf then we find Toya and kill

them both before they can ever reach the station.

-Wolf�s already dead but with Toya Simmons, she�s in protective custody.

-Fuck. Listen, why do I pay you all this money for?

I pay it so you and your new friends can stay the fuck out of my business.

Why is this so hard for you?

-I can�t do nothing when your own people are ratting you out.

What do you want me to do?

-We got a problem, right?

I want you to shut the fuck up and take care

of it like I do when you have a problem on my end.

[background theme]

-Listen. I know you don�t think we made all this money

together and expect for me to take this loss alone.

The street code on snitching don�t apply to pigs.

Go in protective custody and take care of it, motherfucker.

[background music]

[door closing]

[music]

-Damn, bro, they�re here talking?

-Yes.

-How did you know where that nigga lives, bro?

-It wasn�t like that. It was cops.

-They raided the crib?

-You�re not listening to me. They robbed the fucking crib.

30 fucking thousand.

Whole ass cops want to play street nigga games?

I have something for them.

-Dawg, you�re tripping if you think we�re about to be beefing with the police.

-He�s right, man.

You�re going to get everybody hurt if you go that route, bro.

You can�t do that.

-I do what the fuck I want to do.

-It�s the police.

-I don�t give a fuck. At this point, I�d go to war with God, motherfucker.

[laughs]

-Oh, so you remember?

-Man, remember?

Boy, you were the laughing stock of the academy, man.

Nobody thought you was going to make it out.

-I didn�t think I was going to make it out either, believe it or not.

-Hey, man, but you did, right? You�re here. I�m proud of you, man.

-Hey, that means a lot coming from you, man. Thanks.

-Come on, man, you ain�t got to thank me, man. You earned that.

-I appreciate it, thanks.

Hey, man, what�s the deal with this Brett guy, man?

He seems like a cool guy, man, but he seems a little crazy.

-Because he is crazy. Stay away from him.

-How do you mean?

-Because he�s a dirty cop.

Listen, man.

We�re investigating this known drug dealer named Vic.

Now, I�ve seen him and Brett together numbers of times,

but when we confronted him, he lied and said he didn�t know him.

Do you want to know the kicker about it?

A guy, Dabo, was coming to give us information on a murder case,

then he winds up dead. You know what I think though?

I think Dabo was going to turn on Vic, and Brett told Vic that,

and Vic killed Dabo before he could turn on him.

-Hey, now you�re talking about a murder.

-Think about it. The only people that knew about this was us.

-You need to turn Brett in if you saw him dealing drugs.

-I didn�t say he was dealing drugs. It�s not what I said.

What I said was I�ve seen him with a known

drug dealer and he denied it when we asked him.

That�s what I�m saying.

-Everything you�ve got is circumstantial, man.

You ain�t got no case. You�ve got no evidence, you�ve got no case.

You�ve got to get this guy, Vic, to flip.

-Shit.

-Are you hungry?

-Yes. My cousin was supposed to pick, but didn�t,

-Okay, I�ll feed you. I was wondering, have you got Mo�s number?

-Yes.

-All right. There�s something I needed to talk to him about.

-Actually, I need to pick something up from him anyways,

so we can stop by after we eat.

-We�ll do. How was your day?

-It was good.

-Brett, how�s it going?

-I can�t complain.

-[?] what�s good, baby?

-I�m chilling. Did you get that together for me?

-I got you. Go along in the back.

-Mo, what have you been up to?

-The same shit.

I�m trying to stay away from your friends down at the precinct.

-You�re going to have those obstacles in your line of work, you know.

-[chuckles] My line of work. You�re funny.

What the fuck do you want?

-Look, Mo, I need you to do me a favor.

I have a friend who�s looking to buy some weight,

and I you know that you�re the guy that can help me out with that.

-How much?

-Maybe two, three kilos.

We really didn�t discuss it.

He just asked me if I knew a guy and I said, "Yes."

-I don�t do business with motherfuckers I don�t know.

-Look, Mo, he�s a good guy.

-Good ain�t got shit to do with it.

It�s about trust, and I ain�t got that from motherfuckers I don�t know,

so I�m good.

-How long have I known you?

-Too fucking long though.

-That�s right. A long fucking time.

Now, the whole time I�ve known you, I could have busted you, and I didn�t.

Do you trust me?

All I�m saying is he�s good people.

Now, with this guy, you�d be putting your product out on a whole new place.

A place that I patrol. I control this area.

It�s legit. You stand to make a lot of fucking money just like the old days,

especially that Luger�s gone, it�s an open market.

-Let me think about it.

-Perfect. Just let me know.

-Are you all right baby?

-Yes.

-Is there anything else you need?

-No, I�m good.

-[?] if you need me, I�ll be in the front room where you can�t hear me.

-Did you bring them pills that I�m supposed to take?

-Excuse me?

-Did you bring the damn pills?

-Oh, I heard you the first time.

You know I�m here for you, so why wouldn�t I bring the pills?

Common sense, use it.

-Common sense will tell you that I need some water to take my pills.

Can you get me some water?

-You ain�t scheduled to take them pills for another hour.

You can take them then.

-I don�t give a d-- Listen, let me tell you something.

Don�t think that I�m Boo Boo the Fool because I�ve been laying here helpless.

I know all about that slick shit you�ve been talking.

To keep it real with you,

I don�t know what you�re doing here because I don�t need you here,

and I don�t want you here.

-Let me make myself clear.

I don�t like you, and I never will.

You�re a piece of shit.

I�m not here for you.

I�m here for my nephew.

You can stop your little tantrum about not wanting me

here because you�re no place I would ever want to be.

-Fuck you, you miserable trim.

Don�t get mad at me because you�re unhappy and can�t find a man.

Blame it on how freely your legs swing open.

-You disrespectful bitch.

It�s crazy how you let everything but the truth comes rolling out your mouth.

I bet you if Danielle and Martin knew

exactly what you did to destroy this family,

they�d disown your ass just like I did.

You sick bastard. [music]

-Being here, sick on your deathbed is exactly where you need to be.

See, all of this, it�s your karma.

Karma for not only being a terrible brother, husband, and father,

but karma for being a terrible human being.

You and I both know what you did.

Tell me if I�m wrong for using such strong words

like hate to represent how I feel about you.

You know the truth kills.

[music]

-Don�t even play none of these games. You know this ain�t my house.

-Martin, I ain�t come over here to argue with you.

I need to talk to you.

-Oh, what, man, them whores? Nobody--

-Ain�t nobody worried about that no more. This is serious.

-What�s up?

-Shaniqua kicking it with this dude.

-Okay, the freak bitch always doing that.

-Just let me finish.

The car that shot at us that night, I�ve seen it somewhere.

-Where you see it at?

-Parked at Shaniqua�s house.

-What are you saying?

-Look, I ain�t trying to be in nobody�s business,

but they�re fucking around and she�s pillow talking him.

Martin, the car, the pillow talking,

not to mention that he told her, "Don�t even be over here."

-What�s good, Steff?

-Nothing.

-Fuck wrong with you?

-You nigga.

-Fuck is you talking about?

-Hey man, your bitch talk too much. Man, you need to put her in check.

-What shit is this nigga on?

-Don�t be worried about the streets talking

is this bitch running around talking.

I�m telling you, man, do something to her before I do something to her.

-Listen, dude, you need to quit telling me what the fuck I need to do.

Talking all crazy and shit.

-Or what? Or what?

-So is it a go?

-Yes, it�s a go.

For the first few times we�re going to run things through you.

-Okay.

-I�m not ready to meet him yet, so I�m going to get you what do you need,

and you bring my fucking money back. What�s his name?

-Nickel.

-You know if anything goes wrong with this situation I�m going to kill him?

-Come on, he�s a good guy.

-I�m going to kill you too.

I want you to understand what you�re asking for.

-We couldn�t get that hoe ass nigga?

-Hell no, and I was giving this nigga everything I had, man.

The man is starting to be untouchable around this bitch, man.

What the fuck?

-I mean, motherfucker�s done tried to kill him every which

way and it�s like no matter what a nigga do man,

they just can�t quite put this nigga in the ground man.

Shit. It�s like your second time trying to kill [?]

-Hell no. Why you say that?

-What you mean?

That wasn�t you who shot him at the store?

-Hell no.

Come on nigga you know I ain�t missing no more.

Definitely wasn�t me.

-Shit. I guess the hood put that one on you man.

-Hey, fuck it.

You know the hood going to put all the attempts on me anyway.

I might as well keep attempting till I get the nigga, right?

-Shit. Hopefully.

Keep trying you�ll get him eventually since your aim all fucked up.

Man, you can�t shoot for shit man, I swear.

-Well, I�m going to just get close up on him.

-You�re a wild boy-man. I appreciate you my nigga.

-Get out of here man.

[gunshot]

[music]

-Looks like they got you all good, but not the way you wanted though.

-What happened?

-Shit, he dead. They got him point-blank range.

-Hold up. Are you sure that it�s Nick?

-I�m 100% sure it�s him. There you go.

-Looks like a bullet got to him first, cap.

-Damn.

Guess we can look at the bright side.

Maybe this will slow down the chaos going on out there considering

the fact that he was the main cause of the majority fit.

-Hey, captain, cool guy.

-Surprise. Nick Avery, is dead.

[music]

-Looks like he took one to the eye.

Judging by the shell cases.

-Fucking shot him in the head left in some shithole basement.

What an asshole.

[music]

-You good man?

-Yeah, I�m all right.

-What they hit you for?

-30 bucks.

-30 bucks?

-That�s a hell of a [?] my nigga. Got to work on getting that back.

It�s a half a mill right there. Get about 20,000 back.

-20 huh?

-It�s what I�m getting it for.

-That nigga Jack said Fuck you Murder.

-No, fuck Jack. Man, fuck that hoe ass.

You all niggas petty, man.

-The fuck I�m supposed to do with this bro?

The shit going to be gone soon as I leave this bitch.

-I know man.

I feel the same way, but shit it is what it is.

I�m going to have to double back though, shit I�m almost out.

-No, you going to have to fuck around and triple back bro.

You can�t afford not to have no work right now.

-Yes, I know. I feel the same way. There�s no situation.

We should be smooth though and I see your bitch ass man Jack.

-All right man. Same ticket right?

-I�m saying my hands tied. I need 55.

-55?

Man, first you don�t give me enough work, now you taxing me?

I�m going to find me a new plug out this bitch bro.

With Vic gone, it�s hard to get through.

-Hey, you said what?

-What you ain�t heard?

They found your boy Vic with his head blown off.

He out of here.

You need to get a plug bro you bullshiting.

It�s time to turn up out this bitch.

-You got this shit from Murder?

-Yes.

-He tell you who he coping this shit for?

-I ain�t ask and I ain�t taxing him.

-Before you pulled up,

my cousin pulled up and dropped off a couple dollars he owned.

You know Pap? That nigga only be coping for me.

All of a sudden he pop up with a spliff, out of nowhere.

-Okay, you ain�t got it though, he had to get it from somewhere.

-Well, guess who he getting that shit from?

-Who?

-Zeke, but that ain�t even the wild part.

Guess who Zeke getting the shit from?

-Who?

-Tank.

-This nigga went behind murder back and fucked with his plug anyway?

-Hey, if big bad Murder cool with it, I�m cool with it too.

I just thought we agreed we weren�t fucking with no rats.

-We did say that.

-But my girl wild.

A nigga got me fucked up and it look like he putting [?] on his shit.

I�m going to see [?]

-Hey, you�re still with that same girl from back in the day?

-Yes, that�s my baby.

I married her, she�s my wife now.

It�s funny because she comes from his neighborhood right here.

-That�s ironic, man.

If you serving the same neighborhood that your wife from.

-It is kind of ironic huh?

I never thought about it like that.

Kind of ironic how you got on his team and you athletically disabled.

It�s kinda ironic too.

-You got jokes, huh?

[music]

[gunshots]

-Come on man. Come on man [?]

no, no, no.

-Alex, he�s dead. Alex.

-No.

-He�s dead. Alex.

-Come on, B. Come on, man.

Come on.

-Fuck.

-No.

Oh, fuck.

[music]

-Here you go. I need my money back in one week.

-We got a problem.

The guy, he got caught up. He�s in jail.

-Are you serious?

-Yes, Nickel got caught up on a gun charge.

He�s looking at two years.

I don�t know what we�re going to do about this deal.

-Damn.

-I know, it�s tough.

-May I ask you something.

What was doing that thing over at [?]

-I don�t know.

-There is this one guy on the rise. Vic wanted him out before he died.

-Who?

-Name is Murder.

-What�s up?

-How you doing?

Look, man, I�m not saying it was you, but that was work was crazy.

That shit wouldn�t even lock up.

I couldn�t push shit together [?]

-Well, I had to do something [?] all fucking day.

-Have you heard about your boy, Nickel?

-Yes, they said the nigga got knocked, right?

-Yes. They�re saying his right-hand man gave him up.

-That�s crazy. Boy, you never know who talk.

-Speaking of talk, you might want to quit fucking with that work altogether.

-Damn. A nigga go to jail, you just get scared.

-Nigga, Jack say that work came from Tank.

-Jack always talking, man.

He ain�t know what the fuck he talking about.

Between me and you, I got the word from Zipp.

-He said that too.

Your boy Zipp, fucking with your boy Tank.

I�m going to let you figure that out, man.

Get on that shit.

Nigga fucking around and get everybody locked up.

Falling off the back.

-Great.

[?]

-What�s good, old man? What you onto?

-Nothing. I was just about to call it a night.

It just being a little scripture, that�s all.

-Man, I�m not saying you do that solo.

Last time I seen you do that was right before mama bear.

What�s up, man? You all right?

-That�s when I had used to have faith.

It�s crazy. When I stopped reading and stopped believing,

my life just went downhill,

but I know it was he that saved me from that overdose.

How could I not have faith again?

-It�s real man. When you starting back?

-Today. Danielle brought it to me. She said this is her personal Bible.

-[?]

-Yes, it�s the same thing I see it but it�s hers.

-Hey, what�s that scripture you�d always read to me when I got in trouble man?

It used to always make me feel so bad.

-Romans 6:23. I just got finished reading it.

I know that I�ve been far from perfect.

I know that I deserve all that karma because all the pain that I caused.

You all didn�t deserve that.

You know I was selfish with what happened at the very start.

Since we met, it was all about me.

It�s crazy because no matter how much pain I put on that woman,

she always felt that I was all she ever needed.

I took advantage of that. Even with one selfish addiction,

a person can take away another person�s kindness

and compassion, their trust, self-love in a moment.

I took all those things from her and that destroyed your mum like that.

Son, I�m sorry. I�m so sorry.

-Baby, your plate is ready. Okay. Look, don�t let it get cold.

-All right partner. What do you want to do, man?

Are you about to go to bed?

-Yes. Yes, I am. Good night.

-All right, later. See you [?]

-I wasn�t going to allow you just to sit here to continue to procrastinate,

just to tell the truth. You try harder next time. Good night.

-You okay?

-Yes. No, I�m fine. I just got a lot on my mind.

-I�m sure whatever it is, you�ll be all right.

-Can I tell you something?

-Yes, what�s up?

-You know the shooting where that cop died?

I was there. I know they were aiming to kill us.

-Why do you say that?

-Promise not to say anything?

My crew and I, we raided and robbed these guys

at this drug spot and I know they saw what we looked like,

so they came back and they retaliated.

I just wanted to tell you in case anything

happens you�ll know who�s responsible.

His name is Murder.

Hey you, here.

Thank you for the ear.

-Anytime.

[background music]

[knock]

-What�s up? What�s good, my guy?

-From a [?]

-[?] I thought I should be moving.

What�s up, man?

-Where are you getting that dope from?

-What?

-That dope you�ve been bringing, where are you getting it from?

-Here you go, man. What�s up, man?

-So I thought I tell you, you�ve got dope from a nigga and sell it to me?

-So what do you want me to do, man,

stop eating because you got a problem with a nigga?

-Hey, at this point I don�t give a fuck what you do.

What you aren�t about to do is play with me,

putting me and my people in a fucked up position.

-You look like a great position, if you asked me.

You�re the motherfucker that just took a loss.

-He�s a fucking snitch, dawg, and I told you that.

I ain�t fucking with no snitches.

[?].

[background music]

-They call you Murder, right?

-Yeah, nigga. What�s up?

-You seen Zeke?

-What?

-Nigga, have you seen Zeke?

I don�t put your niggas on a play and you think

y�all going to run off on me like that?

-Hey man, whatever you got going on with Doug you talk to him about it.

-I can�t find Doug so I�m talking to you nigga.

-Talk to me. Talk to me.

Fuck off or nigga I�ll do something to your bitch ass.

This nigga�s been tripping man.

-I got you two a day.

-What�s this? Can I ask you something?

Why do you hate me so much?

-Look, is there anything else you need help with?

-You�re my sister.

I know I made a lot of mistakes and you look at me like

I�m this terrible person but I�m trying to get better.

-Listen. I am not your sister.

You and I stopped being kin a long time ago.

-We�re all human and make mistakes, Kelly.

You mean to tell me that we can�t fix this?

-So now you want to fix it? Now that you�re hopeless?

No, fuck that.

You destroyed way too many lives in this family.

-I know I did, and that�s why I want to repay everything by

being a better person to everybody around me.

-Better to who?

You should have been there for your wife when she was getting addicted to drugs.

You should have been there for your daughters,

especially your oldest daughter when she was being raped and molested,

but then again I ask myself how could you have been there for them

when you, the one who got your wife

addicted to heroin and you the dirty

dig bastard who was touching and molesting his own daughter?

You sick.

-Kelvin.

[music]

-Do us a favor, kill yourself.

[music]

-Hey, he on his way up here.

When he get up here, you tell him exactly what you told me, all right?

-All right.

-Cool. Here he come. What�s up, Bolo.

This my boy D. He knows exactly what happened.

He can explain everything.

Tell him. Tell him.

-All right look, the niggas who robbed us, that wasn�t just about no robbery.

They was making a statement.

Either we work with them or we don�t work at all.

-That�s what happened, Bolo. He can tell you who did it.

Tell him who did it, bro. Tell him who did it.

Tell him.

-Murder.

-That�s who did it, Bolo.

[music]

-Basically, you ain�t got my money.

-No, Bolo, but now we know who got it.

I can get the money back for you. Bolo, you know me.

[gunshot]

[music]

-As soon as you see Murder, contact me.

[music]

-Voila.

-Thanks, boo. You got me together today.

-You�re welcome.

-Oh yes. Were you able to ask husband if you can help me out with that?

-Oh, the ticket. Girl, my bad. I haven�t but I will. I will.

It�s just that now it�s been bad time.

You heard about the cop that got shot?

-Yes.

-Well, Alex was there,

and the cop that got shot happened to be his good friend.

God, I�m so glad it wasn�t Alex.

It would have broke my heart, you know. Thanks.

-Be careful. They was armed and they kill dirty cops.

[music]

-Male, late 20s, gunshot wound to the head.

-Hey. Can I talk to you for a minute?

-Yes. Clear, he asked you to come up.

We need to get on this, need to find out who did this?

What�s up?

-We know Brian got shot accidentally as an innocent bystander,

the people that did the shooting, they were aiming for somebody.

I don�t know who that person is,

but I do know who the shooter is.

-Who?

-Murder.

-Isn�t that the guy he was looking for in the raid?

-That�s exactly who he is.

-How do you know that?

-As the CI.

-Murder?

-You want that one and a half?

-No man. I�m cool with the one for now.

-What happened?

You got that last situation off just buy that.

-Should I need some money to buy that other half.

Murder don�t caught when or we got it going on.

You know I can�t the nigga to bite it all.

-Stop him just like his pain ass daddy,

just like the story go.

The nigga isn�t trying to help you win then he becomes your competition.

Just get him out of your way.

-Auntie,

TT.

What�s up aunty?

-What�s going on, baby?

-Have you seen my pops? I went by the house. He wasn�t there.

-That�s why I called you over.

-What�s wrong?

-Your daddy overdosed on his medication,

and on his way to the hospital,

they pronounced him dead.

[music]

-Hey.

-[?] Bacon. Not your thing. [?] man.

Take your hand ass outside- cut the lights back on.

[music]

-Baby, how are you feeling?

-I�m cool.

-I know it was hard for you.

As long as I�m on this earth, I�m going to make sure that you�re okay.

I need you to know that.

-I love you.

-I love you, too.

I talked to your sister today.

I know that you guys haven�t seen eye to

eye and haven�t seen each other in years, but go see her.

She deserves to know that her father passed

away and you should be the one to tell her.

You�d be surprised at the things she can tell

you about your father that you didn�t know.

Here�s the address.

-Claire.

-Hey.

-Hey.

I found out who killed Brian.

-What?

-Yes.

Some guy named Murder.

I�m going to hunt his ass down.

That, that I can promise you.

-About that.

I think you were right about Brett.

My client, Quida, she said they were aiming for crooked cops.

-Fucking Brett.

Okay. Okay.

Yeah.

I�m going to go get in the shower.

[knocking] [music]

-What�s up, sis.

[music]

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