All language subtitles for Money.and.Violence.S01E21_English

- [ music playing ]
- ♪ Yeah, Brooklyn

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

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

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

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

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

♪ But pain brings you
a little closer ♪

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

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

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

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

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

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

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

♪ All this money
and violence ♪

♪ Them young boys
be whilin' ♪

♪ All this money
and violence. ♪

[ gunshot echoes ]

- Sa ka fè?
- You tell me.

Come on, let's go
in the building.

- Good looking.
- Miz: Mm-hmm.

Yo, you got it?

- You got it?
- Come on, man,
you know I do.

I told you
I ain't fuckin'
with these niggas, man.

That's what
I'm talking about.

Yo, but since you
on the ball, you ready
to get the ball rolling?

Man, listen,
I was just waiting
for the word from you.

I got some Christmas
shopping I need to do.

Yo, let me find out
you out here trickin'!

Fuckin' ain't trickin'
if you got it.

It ain't trickin'
if she yours, and I
don't got no girlfriend.

But I'm talking
about for my moms, pops
and other family members.

That's only right.

Time to get back
to work.

Oh, you already know.

Yo, keep both eyes open,
my nigga.

We ain't taking no losses,
you hear me?

All right,
be safe.

Yo, I'm out of here,
my nigga.

- Good looking, man.
- Miz: Yeah, all right.

[ door closes ]

[ music playing ]

[ music continues ]

[ music continues ]

[ music fades ]

[ car engine starts ]

- Miz: Yo.
- Yo. What it doin',
my dog?

Yo, talk fast, my nigga.
I gotta go

get the rest
of these Christmas
gifts for Storm.

These stores
about to close.

I'm trying to finish up
this Christmas shoppin'.

Yo, what's up, Miz?
You said you need
to holler at me.

Yo, those niggas
bodied Maggz.

What?
Who the fuck
bodied Maggz?

You talking about
those Jamaican niggas?

Yo, I don't know
if it's them niggas
for sure,

but, yeah, those same
Jamaican niggas.

Yo, how the fuck Maggz
gonna let those niggas
score that point?

I told that nigga
to remain on point
at all times.

I don't know, Rafe.
All I know is

they found his body
not too far from
his building.

Sprawled out.
They did him just like
they did Tes.

How'd they do Tes?

They aired that nigga out.
Eight shots.

Yo, the way these niggas
is catchin' niggas,
my dude,

son, these niggas
is workin' out of
a playbook, man.

This ain't a couple
of niggas on the corner

running no half-court
situation.

This a full team
with a coach and all.

- What you tryin' to do?
- Yeah, them niggas seem
to be on their shit,

but you know me,
that just excite me.

It ain't what
I'm trying to do.
You know me.

- It's what I'm gonna do.
- Yo, say the word, man,

and I'm digging
into the playbook.

Yo, I've been copping
a few more pieces, too.

Yeah, but
what's the plan?
A man's mind

is his most
powerful weapon
on the battlefield.

Yo, the plan
is to find them
niggas and kill 'em!

Yeah, but where
they rest they head at?

All I know is
that barbershop
they supposedly own.

Yo, we need to lay
on them niggas,
my dude.

Homework needs to be done
before we even make
our first strike.

Yo, honestly, Rafe?
I'm ready to move
on those niggas.

After what
they did to Maggz,
they gotta get hit ASAP.

I understand, Miz,

but wars are won
by strategy, not luck,
my nigga.

We can't really move
on that first location

until we find out
about others.

That wouldn't be
too smart

'cause if them niggas
abandon they post,

we won't even know
what location
to hit next.

You right, Rafe.
I'm just eager

to score these next
few points, my nigga.

This shit
just got personal.

Yo, personal or not, man,
ain't no room

for emotions
on the battlefield,
my nigga.

- I don't go to war to lose.
- Have I ever lost, Rafe?

I hear you, man,
but, yo, I got to head
to the city, man.

Me and you
really need to sit down

and do this fuckin'
homework so we can put
this shit to an end.

Rafe, ain't
no worries, man.

Ain't nobody worried.

Oh, yo, I got
that fuckin' money
for you, too.

- From up top.
- What bread?

Remember that shit
we did in the Bronx
with the medicine?

- The headache medicine?
- Oh, okay, okay, okay.

All right, man.
Yo, I'll get up with you

and collect that
from you later. But, yo,
I need to make this move.

All right,
say no more.

[ door closes ]

[ elevator beeps ]

[ door rattles ]

So, what's
goin' on, Chyna?

Damn, you're already
on my back?

Yo, I ain't even
say nothin' yet

and you're over here
jumping on the defensive.

- What are you defending?
- I'm not defending anything.

- I'm just saying.
- What you saying, mama?

Yo, I'm not on your back,
but you know how we move--

get in, get out.

Seems to me
like you gettin'
a little comfy-cozy

going to these dinners
and riding around in
this nigga Cash's cars.

Rafe, I'm on the job.

I don't know
what you want me to do.

If I force the issue,
he might catch on.

Look, man,
this short-term
situation

is fast becoming
a long-term one.

It's starting to feel
like you and this nigga
Cash in a relationship.

- He met your parents yet?
- Rafe, cut your shit.

You don't have to worry.
I'm not getting caught up.

I'm just
playing my part.

I must be playing it well
if you're starting
to believe me.

Yo, I guess so.

Look, I'm not telling you
to force the issue.

I'm just telling you
to push him a little
in that direction.

- He's interested?
- He's more than interested.

All right, then.
Yo, we just
waiting for you

to get in that crib
and find out who's in there.

Once we find that out,
we're going in.

Wait, you're not
gonna wait for me to
peep where the money's at?

Yo, this shit takin'
too long, Chyna.

I'm ready to
get this shit done
and keep it movin'.

All right,
so I'll press the issue,

but if he catches on,
I'm blaming you

for wanting
to speed this up

because this
is definitely not
how we operate

- under normal
circumstances.
- Agreed.

But under normal
circumstances,

it wouldn't
take you damn near a year
to work on a mark either.

Rafe, everybody's
different.

Some guys are smarter
than others.

Some guys
are so concerned
on getting pussy

that they get
tunnel vision.

This, guy, Cash,
he's different.

Those guys
are easy to line up,

but Cash notices
everything.

That's why I'm moving
the way I'm moving
in the situation.

I hear you, mama.
I'm just making sure

that all this time
spent ain't breeding
no feelings.

Feelings,
seriously, Rafe?

I don't know, mama.

I know how
y'all women are.

Y'all some
emotional creatures.

A man may get to know
a woman in the process
of tryin' to sleep with her,

but a woman sleeps with a man
in the process of trying to
get to know him.

He's a mark.
I'm not catching
no feelings.

Yo, that's what
I wanna hear, man.

I just wanna make sure
that you not

getting lost
in his dream, man.

Come on, Rafe,
you know me better
than that.

- You know where
my loyalty lies.
- You know what?

And that's
why you the love
of my life, I swear.

- I better be.
- Yo, you know you are.

But, Ma, let's take care
of this situation, please.

- Let's get this done ASAP.
- All right, I'm on it.

Rafe:
I'll hit you later.

Oh, there go
that nigga "Sugar Kane."

Shit. This nigga
Mister. Fuck.

Come here,
little nigga!

Yo, chill, Mister.
Chill! Chill, man.

- Yo, what you got?
- Chill, chill!

- Don't touch--
yeah, chill.
- Oh! Oh!

- Just chill, man.
- You think I forgot

about what you and Shane
did the other day?

It wasn't me, Mister.
Just chill. Just chill!

- Oh! Oh.
- Ch-chill.
Chill, Mister, chill.

See, that had nothing
to do with me, man.
Just chill.

- I don't want no problems.
- Oh. What you think,
you holdin' right now?

I see you.
Y'all niggas wanna
play with guns?

I see you,
little nigga!

All right, man.
Chill, man.

Break your
fucking jaw!

Crazy.

Yo, what the fuck
you looking at, B?

Oh! Who the fuck
you think you
talkin' to?

You don't
respect your jaw.

- Fuck!
- Told you to respect
your jaw, motherfucker!

All right, nigga.
All right. All right.

Yo, what up,
Scary Spice?

- Shit, Tai.
- You hang out with
Shooter Shane for a little bit

and now you're
backing out grips?

What are you talkin'
about, Tai?

Yo, I seen that shit
from across the street,
my nigga.

You backed down Mister...
with a hammer?!

Nah, man,
it was just my phone.

Hold up.

Get the fuck
outta here, my nigga.

You pulled out
a phone on Mister?

And he fell
for that shit?

What else
was I supposed to do?
I didn't know what to do.

I was
thinkin' fast, man.
It worked.

Yo, you know
what this means, right?

Yo, next time
this nigga Mister
catch up with you,

you better have
a grip on you, my nigga!

He gonna break
your fuckin' jaw!
[ laughs ]

Aw, man,
what did I do, man?

Nothing even happened,
though.

Yo, you know the rules
of these streets, man.

Once you pull out
a weapon on a nigga,

you let him know
that anything goes.

Oh, my God.
This nigga Joe

told me these streets
was dangerous

"and that's why
they made sidewalks."

And I did not stay
on the sidewalk.

Yo, Kane,
this nigga Mister
gonna while your shit

whether you on the street
or on the sidewalk.

So all that jaywalking shit
ain't addin' up, homie.

[ chuckles ]

It's not even funny, man.
I backed myself into
a corner.

What am I
supposed to do now?

You better
get your ass a grip.

Better handle yours,
my nigga.

Shit.

Yo, Fresh, what are
goin' on with BR?

Not know,
my general.

The man, him linked me
and tell me him a-come soon,

but me not know.

See all them
fuckery there?

- Worthless.
- Mm-hmm.

Yo, D,
"Nahsaynothin,"

are you ready
for them ransacking?

Mm.

You no see the point
of talking things
till you're informed.

Be are for ready
for them works,
you get me?

Yo, D, when I
bring you from Yard,

for come deal with things,
lay low until I tell you.

Stay ready for the rush
but remember, Yardie
saw nothing.

Foreign this.
Do things different.

I want you in and out,
but I want mash works still.

- D: Yes, sir.
- But no get caught
playing no fuckery.

Yo, Nahsaynothin,
like me say,

me know
you're sick already
in the family.

- Mm.
- Me want you
in and out.

Me no want
extra thing a-go on

so we end up
on the news,
get me, family?

Nahsaynothin:
Mm-hmm.

Remember
me tell you that?

Have to deal with them
differently.

Me no want
no extra body count
to add up.

It means nothing
if they see us
in the area.

- Mm-hmm.
- The man, him done
licked Yardie.

Me know how you feel
about that.

You know how
they settled things

right in front
of Mr. Chin's like nothin'.

Fresh:
Mm-hmm. Nothin' that,
my dog.

[ mutters ]
Fuckery that.
For real.

It happened.
It happened, General.

All the men them
I will deal with,
my general.

When you see the man,
point him for me,
my general,

me lick off him,
my general.

Man make a-dead
for that, trust me.

I'll chop him up,
my general.

Me no business
what are going on,
General.

Yo, Fresh, we must now
switch our thinking.

Think seriously whether
we let them two step out

'cause them know
our face already.

It's your lead,
my general.

We have to deal
with the thing proper.

The men, them will drop us
like a coconut off a tree.

- Depend on that, i-yah.
- Fresh: Mm-hmm.

G:
All right, so now go
with the rule we give you.

Nahsaynothin,
remember me tell you
me want you to do mash work.

Me not trying to put
a chain upon your neck,

but me wanna deal
with the thing proper.

Anything extra,
we check it out

nobody we not dealing with
get killed.

Know the youth
in the area.

- You get me?
- Mm.

I deal with
everything proper,
no worry about BR.

How's the link him
to find, Fresh?

The man
not link me yet,
my general.

Me no like
them thing, sir.

The man supposed to be here
for the serious things
going on right now.

But him not here?
Me not like that.

G: I think the soldier
might deal with it
differently.

He might check it out,
but I don't know him
will deal with it.

He's a different
breed of youth than me.

- Fresh: Mm.
- But remember
me tell you, D, yo,

don't make emotion
get involved with thinking.

No sleep on them.

I reckon them kill people
and nobody don't even know
them kill people.

- Fresh: Serious, my general.
- I want all them youth dead.

- Nahsaynothin: Mm.
- Can't sleep on them.

'Cause when
we see them, daadie,
them see us same speed.

Have to remember that
and respect that situation.

Element of surprise
we try work with,

we done fuck up
that already.

It's a next story
with that.

'Member me tell you,
you cannot sleep
on the youth.

I reckon them kill
people and nobody
even know who do it.

In broad daylight
them kill your brother.

When you deal
with food,

you have to deal with it
dead already like i-tal.

You can't try eat food
and food still living.

It might kill you.

You get what me try
to tell you?

Have to deal
with the thing different.

Me no want
no more dead bodies
upon my hands.

And me have to sleep
at nighttime.

We have to
avenge your brother
the right way, man.

That for real.

Him say
it different.

Yo, that's
a small thing.

But that's
light bread.

Well, what
are we talking about
on the comeback?

And how quick
is the return?

All right.
All right,

let me do what
I gotta do to make
this happen. All right.

- Hey, what you
cheesin' about?
- Nothing.

Clearly you cheesin'
about something.

All right, well,

when your phone
used to ring,

you used to
excuse yourself.

Now you just be talking
so freely in front of me.

That's 'cause
I fucks with you, Chyna.
I really do.

You don't be
stressing a nigga.

Like, what more
could I ask for?

That's what I'm saying.
You introduced me
to your friends,

you talk business
around me--

you gotta chill
'cause I might just

actually
start to think
that you like me.

I would think
you like me, too,

but every time
a nigga get close
to you, you pull away.

It's funny
that you say that

because the only thing
that's stopping me

from truly believing
that you like me

is the fact
that you won't even
bring me to your crib.

You keep
trying to bring me
to the telly.

Like, what kind of woman
do you think I am?

Cash, I be noticing
these things.

I know you're
not stupid, Chyna.

That's why
I fuck with you
the way I do.

But also,
you gotta understand

I'm used to moving
a certain way

and old habits
are hard to break.

I understand that,

But treating me
like this,

how long do you think
I'm gonna put up
with this for?

I didn't know
it bothered you
like that, Chyna.

It bothering me
and me noticing it

are two totally
different things.

I never mentioned it before
because it wasn't a bother.

I'm just noticing now,
so I thought I would
address it.

I didn't know
it bothered you
like that,

but I guess
I was movin'
on autopilot,

doing what
I normally do.

Don't treat me
like every other girl.

Treat me
like I deserve.

Understood.
Will do.

Mm-hmm.

So, ain't no time
like the present, right?

What's that mean?

So I'm gonna run
in the house

and get something
and we out
afterwards, right?

Don't just ask me
to come in the house

because
I mentioned it, Cash.

Forget about it.

I ain't gonna
listen to you.
I'm goin' in the house.

- You coming?
- All right, let's go.

[ voices overlapping ]

[ horn honks ]

- Yo, Black!
- My nigga Rafe.

- Black: What's good, boy?
- Ain't shit, my nigga.

What it do?
What you doin'
out here, man?

Yo, I'm here, man,
doing Christmas shopping

for the fam
and all that, man.

Oh, word?
Yo, what's up
with your homie, though?

You ain't heard from him
as far as that armored truck?

Damn, Rafe.
It's the holidays, man.

Ride easy, man.
You're always
on the job.

Yeah, my nigga.
I'm tryin' to get to
this motherfuckin' paper.

So son ain't
tell you nothin'?
You ain't hear nothin'?

No, it's the holidays.
Everybody's with the fam,
my dog.

Okay,
so you're tellin' me
everything on pause, then.

Yeah, right after
the holidays, man.

- We on the move.
- All right, say no more.
Say no more.

- Christmas for the kids.
- My nig.

Yo, do your thing.
I'ma shout you out.

- Hit me, son.
- You already know.

You know I ain't gonna
let you out there, man.

- All right.
- Definitely.

Ain't that the nigga
that I robbed?

That nigga tryin'
to bug out after this shit.

Jessica!

- Hi, Rafe.
- Hey, Mama.

What you doin'
out here?

You doin' your
Christmas shoppin'?

Yeah I have a last
few minute things to get,

- for you included.
- No need for that.

I'm much better at givin'
than I am at receivin'.

I am not even tryin'
to hear that.

Plus there's something
that I wanted to
pick up for you,

to let you know
that although work
has been pretty hectic...

I don't stop
thinking about you.

Yeah, but you know,

all that isn't
even necessary.

I mean, the most
you need to do

is give me a call
or shoot me a text.

You're right.
Guilty as charged.

I mean, I can
reach out to you
more often than I do.

I mean,
I'm guilty as well.

The truth is
I could reach out to you
a lot more than I do also.

Yeah, I guess
both of our schedules
has been pretty hectic.

- How's work?
- Work is work, you know?

But I'm not
gonna hold you up.

I know you out here
doing your Christmas
shopping.

The truth is
I got a couple of things

that I need to pick up
that I haven't even
started yet.

And I have to meet Shay
in front of Macy's.

What's that face for?

- No reason at all.
- Are you sure?

Is there something
that you're not
telling me, Rafe?

Every time
I mention Shay's name,

you just don't seem
too thrilled.

Yeah, but whether
I'm thrilled or not
really doesn't matter.

You know, you're the one
that I'm interested in,
not her.

But I know you gotta
do your shoppin',
you know,

so I'm not gonna
hold you up.

Mm, okay, I'll just
give you a call to
come pick up your gift.

All right, I'll be
looking forward to it.

- Happy holidays.
- Same to you.

All right, so, um,
we'll speak.

- All right. Later.
- All right.

Yeah, man.
What you want, the five?

All right.
Say no more--

Yo. Yo, bro,
I see this nigga

that got me
on the Labor Day tip, son!

Yo, I'ma
call you back, man.

Yo.

Yeah, I think
I see that nigga
from Labor Day, bro.

I-I'm about
to go get him, my nigga.

Move it, man.

I'ma call you back.

[ mutters ]

[ horn honks ]

[ scattered voices
overlapping ]

[ voices overlapping ]

Oh, my gosh, I cannot wait
till the holiday season
is over.

I mean,
I love Christmas,

but it just be
too many people outside.

Well, I love it, girl,

and plus it's
the first time we got
to really be together.

I know.
I was just
telling Rafe

that work just been
having me so busy.

Rafe?
You still messin'
with him, Jess?

I mean, I haven't really
spoken to him in a while
or seen him,

but I just seen him,
like, a half hour ago.

He just
always smells so good.

I think I wanna buy him
some cologne for Christmas.

I don't know what
you doin' all that for.

You just said
you didn't speak to him.

I mean, not because
I don't want to.

I just haven't had
the opportunity to.

I guess.
You do what you want.

I need to buy
some "YSL" men's
cologne anyway.

Some "YSL"
men's cologne?

Let me find out
Shay got a boyfriend!

Just some guy that I've been
talkin' to for a while.

You know, it wasn't
that serious at first,

but now it feel
like we're going
somewhere.

Okay. Well,

YSL cologne
used to be Damon's
favorite.

Didn't you say
you seen him downtown?

I was kind of reluctant
to come out here
because of that.

Where was it
that you seen him?

Oh, um... it was
over there on Court Street
by the movie theater.

You know, I was coming
out the bookstore.

He was driving by,
whatever.

But anyway,
enough about Damon.

Like, it's
the holidays.

What's your
New Year's resolution?

I don't know.
It's the first time
that I'm alone,

but at least I got away
from Damon and his crazy self.

I guess my resolution
is to work on me.

That's good.
That's the best
thing to do.

- Work on Jess.
- I know.

But what's
your resolution, Shay?

Girl, please,
I don't know.

Like, I feel like
I gotta get my butt
back into the gym,

but you know me.
So 2015, Jess, my year.

As long as you
keep saying that,
it will be your year, girl.

Right, like, 2015
ain't got nothin'
on me, Jess.

The world better
look out for Shay!

Look out,
for Shay is comin'!

[ giggles ]
Girl, you're crazy.

[ car alarm beeping ]

[ horn honks ]

What's up, pussy?
Remember me?

Get the fuck--
get the fuck up.

[ gunshots pop ]

- [ siren wails ]
- Oh, shit.

[ siren continues ]

[ music playing ]

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

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

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

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

♪ New York
is in the building ♪

♪ That's what's up,
get up ♪

♪ Roll over niggas
like monster trucks ♪

♪ Only here
to click confusion ♪

♪ Better get
your crews done ♪

- ♪ But this shit is real
- ♪ Not an illusion

♪ I close my eyes in the booth, then I enter my zone ♪

♪ So I can bark a mic
like dog fetching for bones ♪

♪ Style so original
it can never be cloned ♪

♪ 'Cause biting with dog teeth
can leave you injury-prone ♪

♪ And all is stress-free