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Mafia. You hear that word and you think you know what it means.

But behind that word lie empires of crime with their own laws,

their own rituals, their own code.

My name is Max Serio, Italian filmmaker.

I've been obsessed with organised crime my whole life,

and I got this deep feeling that at the top of every country,

every system, there's always a mafia mentality.

Now I'm traveling to the source

to get close to the people within these organisations

to find out how they stayed on top for so long.

Armed only with my trusty contacts book and my camera,

I'm gonna take you inside

the world's most notorious organised crime gangs,

the Chinese Triads, the Japanese Yakuza,

the fearsome 'Ndrangheta in Calabria,

and the vory, the Russian Mafia.

I'll show you the rules and rituals they have in common

and those which make them stand apart.

No bullshit, no fairy tales.

This isn't just about crime.

It's about power, about respect

and about loyalty sworn in blood and fear.

This is Mafia: Behind the Code.

♪ THE FLIGHT FT. ADAM GLOVER: The Stranger and His Wife ♪

♪ Waking up, I see them clear

♪ Floating down the river and hanging from the trees

♪ Hide away from all we fear

♪ Holding her cold hands

♪ No one can understand except for me

♪ Lalalala

♪ Lalalala

♪ Lalalala. ♪

Six arrests have been made for unlawful assembly.

They're men aged between 24 and 54,

and the police have said that some of them have ties to the Chinese Mafia.

A lot of what's going on in Hong Kong...

Alright, we start here, New York City,

Chinatown, the Triads,

the Tongs, the gangs that built their own city within your city

and have ruled it for generations right under our noses. Let's go in.

Driving through Manhattan, you hit Canal Street and the city changes.

Chinatown right here. It ain't what it looks like.

Behind the smiles, power, money, structures,

a real criminal code, and that's what I'm here to find out.

Let's hear what my informants have to say.

Alright, rolling.

My name is Mike Moy.

I was born and raised in New York City.

I was a former gang member in New York City's Chinatown

from the age of 16 to around the age of 24.

As a child growing up in Chinatown, it was pretty nerve-wracking

because in the '70s, there were a lot of shootings.

Gangs were fighting for territory.

Chinatown was one of the most quiet

and hospitable communities in our city. Like other parts of the town,

Chinatown has changed.

You had almost 2,400 homicides a year just in New York,

as opposed to now, what, 200, 300?

A big difference, and people still feel unsafe now in New York,

but imagine back then.

Very unsafe.

And when it get dark,

you can see a lot of prostitution stand on the street

and a lot of robbery.

The kids hanging out in the street,

robbing people,

prostitution, drug everywhere.

Chinatown like a country within a country.

You can grow up in Chinatown

and never have to speak a word of English.

Mike is absolutely right.

These migrant communities are forced by gang leaders

to live by their rules, their code.

Take Prato in Italy,

20,000 Chinese workers isolated,

same walls, same silence, same rules,

gangs killing each other for the garment district,

extortion, violence,

dead bodies. Not in a film,

in Tuscany today.

And it ain't just Italy,

every major city in Europe.

Human trafficking, underground gambling,

cannabis farms, counterfeit everything.

Dirty cash that needs to be cleaned. They know who to call.

No guns, no noise,

no drama, just business.

Quiet, efficient, invisible.

That's the whole damn point.

But how was this machine built?

How does it really work from the inside?

Peter Chin ran with a triad gang called the Ghost Shadows

right here in Manhattan's Chinatown,

eventually becoming its leader.

He knows every alley, every sound.

He didn't just live it. He knew how it worked

and witnessed that firsthand how the gangs grew in strength

and stature with each new wave of arrivals from the East.

The Chinese arrive from Hong Kong or from China,

they more or less...

They're going to live in Chinatown.

Because they don't know the language. They want to be together.

I came in 1967,

which I was only like eight years old.

I never seen a building with six floor.

I didn't have education in English...

I start to get it driving through these streets.

Tight alleys, packed markets,

noise everywhere.

The perfect rabbit warren.

Newly arrived immigrants, gambling dens,

opium dens, whorehouses.

Same stuff that flourished in Hong Kong.

Here they call them tongs, community associations.

Sounds innocent, right?

But as the money came in, they needed protection,

hired muscle, hatchet men.

That's when the Triads walked in,

divided up the territory, just like that.

And as night follows day,

protection rackets, turf wars, bloodshed.

Always the same story.

The gangs had a grip in the community.

They were part of everyone's lives.

My uncles would talk to me about the gangs and how...

You know, "Avoid them, don't look at them."

When I'm walking with them in the streets holding their hands

when I was a little child, my uncle would pull me tight and said,

"Just be careful, don't look at them when you're walking by them."

The most dominant gang was the Black Eagle and the White Eagle.

They ruled Chinatown for years.

Every damn street in Chinatown in those years belonged to a gang.

Each one carved out a slice of asphalt and bled for it.

You have the Flying Dragons, Ghost Shadows, and Tung On,

the White Tigers, the Fuk Ching, Green Dragons,

and then you have the Canal Boys, later known as the BTK.

And as Mike talks, I can't help thinking,

"This isn't just New York."

The same thing was happening in every Chinatown around the world.

Different faces, different streets but the same story,

the same bloodshed, and the same code.

♪ ANDY COOPER: Down For The Count ♪

In Chinatown, everything moves fast, too fast.

One minute there's a hope, the next there's a trouble.

And I'm thinking, "What the hell pushes a kid into this?"

Not a man, a kid,

14, 16 years old.

Some of them join because they like the power,

some like the money, some because of girls,

some to protect themselves because the police didn't care about us.

If the police don't care about us, then we'll police ourselves.

I became what I am because of my father.

I ran away from home when I was 13.

My father always whipped me for no reason.

He drinks, and he gambles.

He was one of the big shot in Chinatown anyway.

I had a tear in my eye.

So I ran up.

You could say anything... I could say bad to him,

I cursed him out. I knew that was the end of it.

He grabbed a knife, coming after me.

I ran downstairs. Then he said, "Let me see how you survive."

I had $5 in my pocket.

So I decided...

I'm going to be somebody they're going to recognise.

I already made up my mind.

Either I'm going to die on the street with a gun

or I'm going to go to a prison for a long, long time.

One of my friends got killed, got murdered.

You know, when you are only 12, 13,

you will be so mad, OK?

The emotion is like, "I want revenge."

And me and a couple of my friends,

we just want to take the revenge because we are paying every day.

We go to school every day. Now he's gone. And he's only 13.

I don't think there's one day in my life during that time

that I went to school and was free from bullying.

I was about 15 years old. They grabbed me

and pushed me into a driveway, and they were about to rob me.

I was in panic mode. I pushed them out of the way,

and I ran.

I'm thinking, "How am I gonna get out of this situation?"

So around the same time, I always go to this pool hall.

I noticed a Cambodian gang member.

He had all the telltale signs of a Chinatown gangster.

He was out there to do recruiting.

I was tired of being a victim.

But for young men like Mike Moy,

the stakes are about to get a whole lot higher.

In the 1980s, the opium dens of New York's Chinatown are about

to open their doors to a whole new wave

of pharmaceuticals from Hong Kong.

The highly lucrative East-West heroin trade was about to commence,

taking the gang wars up to a whole new level.

Ran away from home when I was ten, went to prison when I was 16.

My name's Richie Ng.

I've been gangbanging since I was like ten years old.

I was going with my mom to Chinatown, right?

And we came out a train station,

and some dude just came and snatched her chain.

They pushed me and kicked me,

and I was like, "You know what? Never again."

Or I'm not gonna let a grown-ass man put his hands on me ever again.

I wanted to be the toughest around.

I wanted people to be scared of me.

I'm a product of my environment,

so if everybody around me is, like,

gangbanging and living the "ghetto fabulous" life,

I wanna be like that.

That was my childhood.

It's sad. It took...

...to finally realise...

Listening to these guys, Mike, Jimmy, Richie,

I realised something.

These were kids who never really had a choice.

Kids who looked around and saw nothing,

no future, no safety net,

nobody giving a damn.

And crime gives you a place,

a name people respect or fear.

From controlling only 3% of New York's heroin trade

in the early 1980s,

Chinese Triad-affiliated groups came to dominate the city's heroin trade,

with seizures indicating shipments from Hong Kong

worth close to $1 billion apiece.

Hung out with them, to go eat with them,

to go party with them. I'm like, "Damn, this shit's good.

I like this. I could get used to this."

So that's when I said, "Fuck it, I'm gonna be full time."

I felt like I was at home.

My perspective was my real family didn't really care for me

because they... My parents worked all the time,

so they was never really there, so...

But in hindsight now, they wasn't my family.

These are a whole bunch of losers like myself using each other,

you know? Like, there was betrayal.

There was betrayal. There's always betrayal.

That whole family thing, it's a myth.

If you want to understand the Triads, follow the money.

There was always plenty of it.

Then came one crucial trial in New York,

Pizza Connection.

That's when everything changed.

In the mid-1980s, the Sicilian

and Italian Mafia lost control of heroin importation to America.

The pipeline was blown open.

And into the void stepped the Triads.

They already had the best access to the Golden Triangle,

Myanmar, Laos, Thailand.

Now they had the market.

No middleman,

just an uninterrupted trade route from east to west.

In Europe, same story.

Heroin coming in through Rotterdam

and ending up in the hands of British Triad gangs like 14K

and Wo Shing Wo on the streets of London,

Manchester, Birmingham, and Glasgow.

And then the real shock.

They moved into the mafia's own backyard in Italy.

No one saw them coming.

By the time anyone realised...

...they'd already taken over.

Mike Lau is a retired cop,

24 years fighting the streets of New York.

He's from Manhattan's Chinatown,

knows every damn inch, every face.

Came from Hong Kong at five,

just like the kids who ended up in gangs,

bleeding for scraps of pavement on Mott Street.

Could have been one of them, but he picked the other side.

There were very few Chinese officers that

walked the beat in Chinatown.

Because I think it was a general belief that if you were Chinese,

you may not be trusted to police your own people.

So for the most part, when we talk about the gangs,

because that's where the violence came in.

Gang violence? That's just a street show.

Guns. Knives. Blood. Noise.

But don't get it twisted...

Money, money, money now...

...the real weight is somewhere else.

The Tongs pull the strings at the local business level.

But what the hell is a Tong? Not a gang.

Not a crew. Something older.

Something smarter. Dressed up as community, brotherhood.

They didn't use fists. They used structure.

The tongs are associations,

and initially they were formed as mutual benefit

to help the community and stuff like that.

But unfortunately, an element in the tong themselves,

they actually created illegal activities.

A lot of it was gambling, some was drugs.

Homicides took place at the direction of tong leaders.

The people in the tong are usually older than the people in the gangs.

The biggest tong in New York's Chinatown in the 1980s was Hip Sing.

And whenever you heard about the expanding activities of Hip Sing

in Manhattan's Chinatown, you kept hearing the same name:

Uncle Benny.

Around those streets, nothing moved without Benny's say-so.

If you opened a restaurant back then, Pell Street,

the Bowery in Chinatown,

you had to join the Hip Sing. By joining the Hip Sing,

you got a certificate and you got a picture of Uncle Benny.

It was almost like the Pope's picture.

Uncle Benny was the unofficial mayor of Chinatown.

But for the most part, people were just afraid.

People joined because they had to.

And the tongs ran things in Europe too,

under the guise of housing associations,

community centres, charities.

Only when the police moved in was the real criminal enterprise revealed.

Prato, Italy.

Operation China Truck exposed extortion,

human trafficking, money laundering.

Barcelona. Antwerp.

Same story, different city.

This is how it works.

Tongs expand using young guys as muscle.

But above guys like Uncle Benny,

there are the Triads.

Top of the pyramid.

Why? They control the product.

Coming from Southeast Asia through Hong Kong,

straight into the West.

And whoever controls the product controls everything.

Triad member Jimmy Tsui, or Big Head as he was known,

spent a lot of time in Hong Kong.

They sent him out to do recruiting,

bring in fresh blood to interface with the bosses in Manhattan.

I'm a member of a Hong Kong triad called Sun Yee On.

We have a business with Hong Kong,

so we need some powerful people in Hong Kong to take care of that.

I knew a lot of triad members and the way they act,

the way they talk, and the way they look.

You can sense it like they are ready. They are ready.

Their eyes like this.

Not like normal people.

Look, I'm Italian. I know what mafia means.

We grow up with it. We fight it.

So when you say triads, I get it, how deep it runs in the culture,

in the criminal history of a whole society.

In China, this goes way back.

Qing Dynasty, from the 1600s to the early 20th century.

Back then in Qing Dynasty...

...before they only have one name on it. They call it Tiandihui.

Like...

Over time, the major triads took shape.

Not street crews, structures.

They grew quiet. They took control.

What started local didn't stay local.

It spread across cities. Across the world.

The biggest triad groups are...

The Red leaders blueprint for conquest:

protracted guerilla war, united front, elimination of...

1949, Mao wins.

Thousands of men, dead sentence.

They run. Guangdong. Fujian.

Refugees. And triads member.

The new China? Parasites. That's what they call them.

No place for them there.

One destination: Hong Kong.

And what happened after? Corruption.

The entire law enforcement hierarchy infected.

It's not the exception, it's the rule.

Every level. Taking bribes.

Until one day, you owe somebody.

You've been sucked in without even knowing it.

I went to Washington DC to meet Sebastian Rotella,

a veteran investigative journalist.

Years spent chasing the Triads, and he says,

"Think of them like an octopus,

arms everywhere, quiet, invisible,

reaching across the world long before you even realise they're there."

They're called the Triads because they date back to secret societies

and the symbols that they used,

and the power they have over people extends both to them

where they are now but also back home.

There's a remarkable sort of capacity to extend around the world

to the most unimaginable variety of places

yet have very strong connections back to the place of origin

and to the power structure in that place of origin,

including people in the security forces and the government.

Asian organised crime, which really grew during the past 20 years,

didn't get that much attention, for say,

from 2001 to 2015 or so because the big target was terrorism.

All the resources and all the best agents

and all the sort of political energy went to Islamic terrorism.

After 9/11, everybody's chasing terrorists,

the FBI, the DEA,

all eyes on the Middle East, and in the shadow of all that noise,

the Chinese Mafia grew quietly, efficiently.

In places like Italy and Spain

and the UK and Canada and Mexico and the United States,

it's that these criminals are allowed to do business by the Chinese state.

Sometimes they are in partnership with corrupt officials.

Over 100 Chinese criminal networks

operating across Europe right now.

Europol knows it, the DEA knows it,

and every one of them runs on the same code, the same oath,

the same hierarchy, the same rules,

because the machine never stopped.

If its activities are curtailed

or clamped down on in any one region,

it just starts up again in another.

There's one thing about organised crime that's always stuck with me.

You don't just join.

You are chosen, indoctrinated,

initiated ceremonially.

They call it affiliation.

The leader of the gang called me to go to his apartment.

I didn't know what the meeting was about.

He says, "I plan to initiate you guys and do the ceremony,

and you're gonna be a member of the Fuk Ching."

So I felt like, "Wow,"

you know. I mean, he trusts me enough to initiate me.

You know, going through the ceremony with General Kwan.

He's a general, you know, before Ching dynasty,

and he's very popular, you see, for Chinese people.

There's a man over there, we call him Teacher.

He will tell everybody, "Kneel down."

At first, everybody have to swear that in front of Mr Kwan.

But how do they deal with each other?

What rules they're playing by?

That's what I wanna know.

After the oath, they have to use a knife

or prick either their middle finger or their index finger

and place a drop of their own blood into a bowl of wine.

Then everyone does the same thing.

Everybody's got to take a sip.

After that, you are not separate anymore. You are family.

And I felt closer to the group.

I felt like they trust me with their secrets now. At that time, it felt...

Once you go through that initiation,

that's it. No rewinds, no second thoughts.

There's no turning back,

and with membership comes a uniform and a whole new image.

You can easily identify a gang member.

When I joined the gang, I had to speak Cantonese.

If I did not speak Cantonese,

I wouldn't be accepted.

Then I started dressing like them,

acting like them, wearing the typical,

what you call, the tank top, with the skinny jeans

and with this beeper.

The gang members used to carry a beeper.

And you know what? They even take your name,

just like that, gone.

My nickname is, like, Big Hat.

We don't want people to know our real name.

Even now, a lot of people don't know my real name.

And in place of your name, they brand you,

an indelible mark which forever binds you to your new family.

The tattoo of choice from the Chinese are usually dragons.

Each gang have any sort of particular tattoo that they favour.

I got half my body with street tattoos,

half my body with jail tattoos. You want to see?

Man, you should have told me. I would have worked out this morning.

Ghost Shadows, they tend to, like, have like the dagger,

the snake, maybe the eagle.

It's not just a tattoo.

It's a mark, a badge.

It makes you somebody.

Like, it tells everyone you are the toughest guy on the block.

And more questions keep hitting me.

How is power really organised in Chinese crime?

Who sits at the top and who takes the fall?

In the '90s, the FBI comes down hard on Chinese gang in New York.

Pressure's on. The bosses back in Hong Kong,

they got a choice to make. Do they pull their people out

or let the New York gang leaders take the fall?

They let them burn. The bosses in New York are left in prison,

forgotten.

You don't protect hotheads. You control them.

The hierarchy is all numbers.

Yeah, numbers, like you're back in some damn math class.

Only this ain't algebra. This is organised crime.

They don't want to, you know, let other know that he's a general.

So they create a number.

Bigger ones is the boss.

Of course, we call him Dragon Head, 489.

I'd be directly under the leader, Dragon Head.

I was 438, the deputy.

426 is the general.

415, the negotiator.

Soldier is 49.

Below the soldier, you got no numbers.

Guys not even made yet still gotta prove they're loyal.

But here's the thing.

If I don't know you, if this is the first time we're doing business,

how the hell am I supposed to know who the hell you are?

I shake hands like this.

Use this finger.

Hide this finger. Shake hand like this.

Then they knew your position.

I keep asking myself,

"How do you move up? How do you climb the ranks?"

You are only soldier. You need two general for promote you to a general.

And then there are the other ways.

The rules? Gone, thrown out the window.

Only one survives, the rule of the strongest.

Nicky is the boss, alright? He's the king.

We are the knight. We were so loyal to him.

We wouldn't let nobody deal with drugs.

A lot of money.

One of the general said, "Kid, you know, I spotted Nicky.

He's downstairs in the basement."

So...

I mean, you can't sit on that chair no more.

You know what I'm saying, right? But he didn't realise that.

That's how it goes. Crime don't spare nobody.

Kids acting like bosses, and girls playing the same damn game.

Deposing a Chinatown gang boss is a messy business.

You need to get all the generals on side.

The attempted assassination in August 1978 of Nicky Louie,

co-founder of the Ghost Shadows,

by Peter Chin in broad daylight was an example of how not to do it.

Nicky somehow survived but relinquished control.

With all the drugs money coming in, things were getting out of hand.

The bosses in Hong Kong wanted to take back control.

♪ Every day, every night

♪ 24/7... ♪

They take the territory, the block,

the shops, all of it.

Extortion is not flashy. It's a routine.

You pay, you are fine.

You don't, it gets dangerous quickly.

You open a business. That business,

every day you're collecting cash.

The door is open, but there's no customer every day.

But when you file the tax, it's every day is wow,

making like over ten grand, whatever.

I opened up three retail collectible stores,

and then from there,

I used the basement of one

of the stores to operate a gambling establishment.

Just the gambling houses itself,

they gotta pass up to us ten grand a week, not month.

We have ten of them or 11.

We could buy a McDonald's franchise back then,

the lawyer says. We could buy one every two weeks.

I said, "Who the fuck wanna flip hamburger now?

I'm going backward."

You think the list stops here? No, not even close.

Then it just keeps going. Robberies,

kidnappings, thefts.

It never ends.

70% of all the businesses in Chinatown were being extorted.

That's probably a low number.

Almost everybody paid. You paid.

If you owned a restaurant, you paid.

The gangs would come in, eat for free.

If you owned a barber shop, they would get haircuts for free.

If you owned a video store, they would rent tapes for free.

- Money, money, money now. - Money now, money now, money now.

Credit card fraud, identity theft,

home invasion, trademark counterfeiting,

all the counterfeit stuff that's coming in.

And if I can bring in containers of counterfeit goods,

I can bring in anything. I can bring in weapons.

I can bring in precursors for fentanyl. I can bring in narcotics.

With their range of retail businesses,

the Chinese also become the go-to guys for money laundering.

Chinese organised crime in the United States took over

the business of money laundering for the Latin American cartels.

To give you a concrete example,

the Sinaloa Cartel makes $1 million in cash on the streets of Chicago.

Chinese immigrant couriers meet Mexican distributors

who have that cash. They turn it over to them.

They send a photo to confederates in Mexico who have stockpiles of cash...

...who within 24 hours get the money back to the Mexicans

minus a small commission.

But what happens to the money in Chicago?

The Chinese sells that money for a high commission

to representatives of the Chinese elite in the United States,

their family, their business people,

and they pay by moving money from a bank account they have in China

to a bank account they control in China.

So you have movements of money in all three countries,

but money never crosses borders,

which makes it very difficult to detect.

Most of the important organisations in Europe

use Chinese money laundering and underground banking services,

including the 'Ndrangheta...

...which is one of the reasons that the Chinese state

allows a certain margin to the mafia.

That's where money meets power.

Finance, politics, same game.

You got this guy,

Chinese businessman...

...Tao Liu...

...meets Trump at his golf club in Jersey.

It was not clear where his money comes from.

Tao Liu pleads guilty to money laundering and bribery.

Why did he meet with the president? What was discussed?

We may never know, but what's clear is that a guy like Tao Liu

shouldn't be allowed anywhere near the leader of the free world.

I saw the code in the street of Chinatown, New York,

but I could be in any Chinatown in the world.

The octopus is everywhere.

Same codes, same symbols, same destinies.

You are in it. No way out.

And a life like that, there's only one way out.

First... go to jail for a...

Second, you will...

I was involved in a shooting in a pool hall, and I shot somebody,

and he died, and they locked me up for murder.

I lived it. That shit is...

that shit is nowhere good.

I went to jail when I was 16, so I didn't know what I was missing.

I thought of it as a stepping stone.

I'm a gangster. I'm a gangbanger.

But when I went back in the second time,

I had a career. I had kids.

I had a future. Yo,

the last five and a half years I did was worse than the 18 years, like...

When the judge sentenced me, I said, "Shit,

now I got no more Chinese food."

Said, "Aw, man, I gotta eat salad all my life now, you know?"

I said, "I can't do that."

He is inside.

He did his time.

Now he's out, clean.

That's why he can talk, because now he's a free man.

When I go to pick up my car, open the door,

I saw a shadow, their shadow,

like real fast.

The killer's already standing right here.

And then start to shoot.

I don't know how many times he shoot.

Next day, when I wake up,

I was wrapping like a mummy.

And then the doctor told me that...

"The bullet could stay inside your body forever."

And then I asked him, "You sure this OK?"

"As long as it don't move."

That's what he told me. "As long as it don't move."

"It move, he go drop into your heart, and then you finish."

That's it.

Jimmy knew it had to stop. He said it, "I'm out."

Sounds easy, but in that world,

you don't get to say them twice.

Only for the very few who have the courage to make a change

and seek a different path is there a chance of redemption.

Police officer Stephen McDonald continues an incredible fight

against an injury of the spinal cord.

Officer by the name of Stephen McDonald, he was shot

and left a quadriplegic.

And ultimately, he forgave the kids who shot him.

Me when I was shot and left for dead and...

...came to the decision to forgive the person who tried to murder me.

I grew up in the 70s watching these Shaw Brothers kung fu movies,

and every movie is about revenge. So that's... how I grew up.

And when he forgave those kids

because he said that those kids were a product of their environment,

I started doing a lot of self-reflection.

You know, "Am I a product of my environment?

Like, how did I get here? How did I become a gang member?"

Why this? Why that? So I questioned myself.

That's why... I've been a police officer.

And I've seen what the gang members are like.

So it's a little nerve-wracking coming back to work in Chinatown.

I was in full uniform,

and they see me as a police officer patrolling that area.

They try to bribe me, and they try to test me

to see if I infiltrated the police department

or I'm for real, you know.

My final question to my guest was,

"Listen, there's kids out there.

They're going to hear your stories.

So tell me straight, what do you want them to understand?

What do you want them to walk away with?"

If I can stop one kid from making the same mistake I made,

then that means there's another person that may not lose their life

or may not get punched into a coma

or any other bad things I have done, you know, and...

Go to school, get an education, which is

I didn't have a chance to do that.

And the older men, don't be like my father.

There is no future if you're engaged in...

...criminal activity.

It is not the life you want.

And believe me, you won't like it.

And there's no hero, only in the movie.

Behind the code, nothing.

No honour, no class.

Just guys burning out, ending up inside.

A few see through the bullshit. They walk.

The code? It don't protect you.

It marks you.

Only real power, getting out.

This is life behind the code.

♪ BOB BRADLEY: Devil's Brew ♪ ♪ God caught me drinking Devil's brew

♪ He said, "It's advised but it's up to you"

♪ To drink the Devil's brew

♪ To drink the Devil's brew

♪ He said, "It's not advised but it sure is up to you"

♪ Well, the ground it opened up

♪ I fell right in

♪ The Devil started laughing

♪ He said, "Welcome in"

♪ To the Devil's brew

♪ To the Devil's brew

♪ He said, "It's not advised, but it sure is up to you"

♪ "It's up to you". ♪

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