Original subtitles

(Multicom jingle)

- [Man 1] When the boss says push a button on a guy,

I push a button.

- [Man 2] You mean, you kill people.

- [Man 1] What?

- [Man 2] You mean, you kill people.

(upbeat music)

(muffled hip hop music)

(upbeat music)

(door knocking)

(upbeat music)

- Yeah, stupid money! Yeah! (laughs)

(door bangs)

- Hold it!

(gunshots booming)

(glass shattering)

♪ Don't turn away, I think you should listen ♪

♪ You can make it ♪

♪ Don't turn away, I think you should listen ♪

♪ You can make it ♪

♪ Don't turn away, I think you should listen ♪

(fast-paced tense music)

(distant shouting)

(telephone beeping)

(phone ringing)

(both laughing)

(Eddie laughing)

- Eddie we got popped, man. We got popped.

Man, they whacked everybody.

I'm telling you, man.

They were busting cats all over the fucking room.

They're dead, Eddie. They're fucking dead.

- [Woman] Turn the phone off.

(both laughing)

- Yo, homeboy!

Need a light?

(silenced gunshot)

(bullet ricochets)

- Eddie?

- [Eddie] I'll be right out, sugar.

- Eddie, Eddie!

(gunshots booming)

- [Hitman] Eddie, Eddie!

(gunshots booming)

(door creaking)

(upbeat funky music)

(cars honking)

♪ There are those who think I'm so shy ♪

♪ Some will call me Superfly ♪

♪ But the world was all against me ♪

♪ I had to leave just to be free ♪

♪ Took some time to make my body clean ♪

♪ And now I'm back on the street scene ♪

♪ Between a rock and a hard place ♪

♪ Still, my past is a disgrace ♪

♪ I know some don't wanna see me die ♪

♪ Superfly gives a super try ♪

♪ Workin' hard for my self redeem ♪

♪ Don't you push 'cause I can be mean ♪

♪ Fun times, 1990 ♪

♪ I was Superfly high ♪

♪ Breathin' hard for a partner ♪

♪ I'm gonna send you to die ♪

♪ Superfly ♪

♪ 1990 ♪

♪ Superfly ♪

♪ 1990 ♪

♪ Let's just say I been born again ♪

♪ I wanna love and be a real friend ♪

♪ I'm gonna spin, really think I can ♪

♪ Conquer self and be a real man ♪

♪ You be careful doin' things you do ♪

♪ Don't make people so afraid of you ♪

♪ You know, for freedom you may have to fight ♪

♪ So that the world of love be all right ♪

♪ You be careful doin' things you do ♪

♪ Don't make people so afraid of you ♪

♪ You know, for freedom you may have to fight ♪

♪ So that the world of love be all right ♪

♪ What is fair, nowhere ♪

♪ Takin' freeze, takin' jam ♪

♪ As I spill out my guts ♪

♪ 'Cause love's not the same ♪

♪ Superfly ♪

♪ 1990 ♪

♪ Superfly ♪

♪ 1990 ♪

♪ I'm workin' hard for my self redeem ♪

♪ Can't you see I got to beat me ♪

♪ I know some don't wanna see me die ♪

♪ Superfly gives a super try ♪

♪ Took some time to make my body clean ♪

♪ Now I'm back on the street scene ♪

♪ I know some don't wanna see me die ♪

♪ Superfly gives a super try ♪

♪ Superfly ♪

♪ 1990 ♪

♪ Superfly ♪

♪ Superfly ♪

♪ 1990 ♪

♪ Superfly ♪

♪ Superfly ♪

♪ Superfly ♪

♪ Superfly ♪

♪ Superfly ♪

♪ Superfly ♪

♪ Superfly ♪

(phone ringing)

- Park it.

Now, you really didn't think

you could waltz through here without drawing a tip.

You must know you're on the stop list.

- I don't know from no stop list.

I just came home for a short visit.

And I've done nothing wrong,

and you boys got no cause to hassle me.

- Why you're here, that's your business.

The fact that you are here is mine.

- What kind of game you running on me?

- I'm not running any game.

- [Officer] You're on your way

to the West Street Detention Center

where you're gonna be held

until we figure out what to do you with you.

- Well, that don't sound too appealing.

You boys got a better way of dealing with me?

- Oh, you'll be given an opportunity

to make another choice.

Oh, by the way, welcome home.

- Fuck you.

♪ I speak fluently, spin it at school, LG ♪

- Telephone time.

- It's about time.

♪ Those the kinda standards for they are impeachin' ♪

♪ Lines of rhyme, designed like mine ♪

♪ For goodness sake 'em, let's forsake 'em ♪

♪ Yo, with that, we get funky in the joint ♪

- How long you been back from Europe?

- Three days.

I was brought here straight from the airport.

- Law enforcers no longer

have any respect for the law, do they?

- I want out of here for good, Tom.

And I want my passport back.

And, Tom, I want it back soon.

- When are you planning to go back to Europe?

- I don't know.

Maybe I'll stay a while, maybe I'll go.

I just want to know that I can get in the wind

when I need to, you hear me?

- Sure, sure, I hear you.

Listen during the past eight or 10 years

you haven't had any problems with the law

either here or there, right?

- In France, the only problem I had

was deciding where to eat dinner.

- (laughs) I'm glad to hear that.

Well, as far as I can see, you shouldn't have any problems

because of the statute of limitations.

- You want me to tell you what you can do

with your statute of limitations, Mr. Perkins?

- Don't play the bully boy, Wolinski.

Doesn't become you.

- Councilor, there is a statute of limitations

if I say there is,

and there's no goddamn statute if I say there ain't.

Now, you want to argue with what I say,

I'll throw your client's ass into the grand jury,

have the prosecutor ask him a couple of questions.

There's no statute for perjury.

This turkey will cool his heels for a long, long time.

- You want to tell me what's on your mind?

- Priest, you're no dummy.

I'd say you're a fox, a real smart, slick, street fox.

You're in the hopper. You know it.

- Priest, we need your help.

I run the witness protection program around here.

Do you know what that is?

- Yeah, so what?

- We've got ways to help you get back

into the gang you started with Eddie Baker.

- Eddie Baker is dead.

There is no gang without Eddie.

- Some of them are still there. You're well-known.

You work your in, and we'll put a wire on you.

- (scoffs) Oh, you're talking to the wrong guy, fellas.

Look, I'm not the same guy I used to be.

And all that cash that I left with, it's all gone.

Now you both know cash like that doesn't last.

Now I've got my own business, legitimate business.

Nah, I'm long out of the life.

I can't be anybody's informant.

- No, no, no, Priest. No.

No informant. A partner.

We'll work together.

Look. Help us and you get a new start.

New identification, a new life.

You can do it, Priest.

That's how we rehabilitate you guys.

- Look, if you guys are trying to tell me

that I owe some sort of debt to society,

well, maybe you're right.

But you're not going to force me to change in my ethics

just because you're leaning on me.

All right. You've run your game.

I think I know just where you boys are coming from.

- Priest, you're not safe from either side.

You need us. (Tom laughs)

What are you laughing at?

Tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna turn you loose for a week

but I want you in our program before then.

Or we're gonna come down on you like a ton of bricks.

Councilor, remember that. One week.

And he'd better be in to see me. Capisce?

- Well, can the guy be trusted?

- What do you think, Marty?

- We really got nothing to lose.

(energetic music)

- I ain't done this much working out

since I left the Police Academy.

- You don't have to tell me.

Look at your fucking stomach.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, never mind that.

- Hey, let's go shoot some hoop.

- Not me. I got things I gotta do.

So tell me about Priest.

I understand you two used to be friends.

- Oh, you're talking about the real man now.

- Yeah, at least tell me something that I don't know.

- Compared to Priest, Eddie was a superchump.

- You know Perkins says the feds

are really putting the squeeze on him.

- So, we gotta do something.

- Like what?

- Like...

Like Hector...

Priest is gonna be a real fucking headache.

- Hey, listen to me.

We're gonna lie still for a while. See what comes down.

Then, do what we got to do. It's no big thing.

We'll know exactly what he'll be up to.

But if he's gonna start chumping,

the chump is fucking history.

- (laughs) Yeah, I like that.

- Yeah, you like that, huh?

- "The chump is fucking history." (laughs)

- Hello, sir. Can I help you?

- Penthouse, please.

- Use the left elevator, please.

Thank you. - Thanks.

(elevator dings)

♪ You go back to the crib, pick up the telephone ♪

♪ You try everybody so I guess you call Tone ♪

♪ 'Cause I can buy an O.Z. or go buy dime ♪

♪ I can pay cash for her, I can get it on time ♪

♪ It really makes no difference long as I get lit ♪

♪ Roll it in my Zig Zag, take a big bong hit ♪

♪ 'Cause after the bud, my rhymes start flowin' ♪

♪ Never gettin' short uh uh uh, they always knowin ♪

♪ I'm maxin', relaxin', but never taxin' ♪

♪ No need for you to keep on askin' ♪

♪ If it is It, If the Shit is the Shit ♪

♪ 'Cause when it comes to smokin' cheeba ♪

♪ You know my shit is legit ♪

♪ You're the student, and I'm the teacher ♪

♪ I'm not a minister or reverend, I'm not a preacher ♪

♪ So excuse me while I call time ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm gonna take a few hits ♪

♪ In the middle of this rhyme ♪

♪ Fever, got that fever ♪

♪ Fever ♪

- Ahem.

♪ Got that fever ♪

(shower handle squeaks)

- What are you doing here?

Looks like you're in the wrong place at the wrong time.

- Hold on, lady.

Look, my friend owns this place.

It's a beautiful crib, but it's not worth dying for.

So excuse me and I'll just ease my ass out the door.

- Damn. I'm sorry.

Armando gave me the key.

I jump in here every so often, but I always call first.

Wouldn't you know? This time I didn't call.

- You always take a shower with a gun?

- I've seen "Psycho" five times.

- Come on in.

- So, what are you doing?

- Unpacking.

- You gonna be in town long?

- A few days.

- Business? Fun?

- Fun.

- I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so nosy.

I just can't seem to help it.

- [Priest] Well, there seems to be a funeral

I have to go to.

- Family?

- No, he was a friend.

Died suddenly.

- A heart attack?

- Lead poisoning.

- Oh my God. That's awful.

- Could've been worse.

- Armando has a 'Vette in the garage that you can use.

I don't need it.

- Thanks.

♪ Time to get loose and get busy so get wit it ♪

♪ I'm like a rhyme after rhyme as if a poem, admit it ♪

♪ Well-spoken, fluent, bright like neon ♪

♪ Man of me, speed on before you get tee'd on ♪

♪ I don't mean suckers 'cause suckers are suckers ♪

♪ I make it to the coast and the well-known others ♪

♪ Challenging the meek does nothing for my conscience ♪

♪ The best in the biz is who I like get it on with ♪

♪ On the real tip ♪

♪ Rhythm is like a religion to me ♪

♪ 'Cause I know that my talent God's given to me ♪

♪ To do what I do with the utmost poise ♪

♪ I'm making good music and I'm making noise ♪

♪ I'm making dollars and I'm making sense ♪

♪ Saying rhyme's I'm sure you're for and not against ♪

♪ Urban not rules so you're led not plural ♪

♪ I write my rhyme's on the paper ♪

(doorbell ringing)

♪ I'm a lyrical miracle and when I play around ♪

♪ You could say I'm satirical ♪

♪ But when it's time to do work, you know that I'ma do work ♪

- Priest?

That you?

A-ha, no! (laughing)

Oh, Priest!

- Hi.

- Oh, look at this.

Mm! Been a long time!

- Yeah. - Look at you, homeboy.

Still sharp as usual.

Come on back here in the kitchen.

Got a little something on stove.

Hey, baby! My nigga's in town.

All right. I got that.

Baby, this is Priest. Priest, my wife Marla.

- Hi.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Me and Priest go back to the golden age of hustling.

When a dime was a dime

and time was relative to the moment.

- Still in business, eh?

- Little bit.

How you find me?

- Went by the church.

- Man, you still one slick sheet of ice.

Grab a seat.

Take care of this, baby.

- Like a brew? - No.

- Hey, baby. Bring me a beer, would you?

So, when did you get in?

- Few days ago.

- Ah. So, what's on your mind?

What brings you out to my shack?

- I just wanted to find out if some of the old boys,

besides yourself, was still working.

- Pft, you know Eddie is dead.

- Yeah, it's on all the papers.

- Hmm, most of the guys are either dead or doing time.

Whole new order of things now.

It's changed. You remember Joey Maxwell?

Used to deal for you and Eddie.

He's a big man now.

- Who's the man now?

- The main man is Hector Estrada.

He's tough. Capo di capo.

Eddie broke him in when he was a walk-the-beat cop.

- A New York cop?

- Mm-hm. Slick, corrupt, ambitious.

You remember cops in Harlem that'd sell their mama?

Now Hector will deliver.

- You still working for yourself

or are you working for those boys?

- Everything is different now.

We make the crack and distribute it for him.

There's setups just like this all over the city.

Nice residential neighborhoods, nothing centralized.

Oh, you want a hit?

Hey, I make some of the best crack in town.

About as pure as you can get.

I'm serious.

Other cats be using ammonia, formaldehyde, speed.

- Man, why are you still doing this shit?

Now you used to save your money.

And your wife don't look like

she's taken you to the cleaners.

She's not the type.

- Where else in this world am I gonna put

$3,000 a day in my pocket?

It's a tough world out there.

- Yeah. I gotta go.

- So, this wasn't a social visit, huh, Priest?

- I got some heavy bread to spend.

Now, Eddie was supposed to help me spend it

but he's yesterday's news.

I want to meet your people in the organization.

- Look, things ain't done like that no more.

- Educate me.

- Things changed, man.

It's a lot of killing. It's rough.

I don't wanna say no. You know what I'm saying?

If I get a chance, I'll talk to 'em.

But, hey. Don't count on me, man.

- Priest. - Hey, Tom.

- Have you met Francine?

- No, how you doing?

- Hello.

- You can give the information to my secretary.

She has all the forms.

Just take a couple of minutes.

- Okay, well thank you very much. I appreciate it.

- My pleasure.

- Nice to have met you. - Back at you.

(door bangs)

Why did you ask me to come in?

- Well, I called the DEA to ask

if they were gonna press charges against you

and if so, what those charges would be.

- Are they pressing charges?

- They're waiting for a phone call from you.

I don't know what your plans are.

- To get myself out of this mess.

I want my passport and I want them off my ass, Tom.

- Well, that was a quick meeting.

- Yeah, it was.

Can I give you a ride someplace?

- I'd like that.

- Come on.

(easygoing music)

- Were you and Eddie close?

- Oh, you know Eddie?

- Oh, yeah. He spoke of you a lot.

But I've never seen you around.

- I've been in Europe. Paris.

- Am I supposed to be impressed?

Well, I am.

Eddie was bringing in some heavy bread.

I mean, he was making stupid money.

You know what I mean?

- There was nothing stupid about money to Eddie.

How do you know Eddie?

- He and some fellas used to come over

to a place I was working.

He was good to me.

- Oh, you and Eddie, huh?

- Oh, no, no, no. That never happened.

(laughs) He had more than he could handle.

See the car coming out over there?

- Where? - Right there.

- Got it.

- Au revoir.

Is that the way you say it?

- That'll work.

(easygoing music)

(fast-paced tense music)

- You know the game.

Assume the position.

- Ahh!

(officers grunting)

(Priest groaning)

- Hey! What the hell are you guys doing?

- This is official police business. So back off!

All right, we're gonna let you slide this time,

but if we catch you around here again, it's your ass.

You hear?

- Are you all right?

- I've been worse.

- I bet you have.

- Thanks, man. I really appreciate it.

- Any time.

(phone ringing)

- Yeah, hello.

- You've got a problem.

- Yeah, well, a couple of my guys

already delivered my regards.

- The man's waffling.

- Well, you know the man.

What's he want to fuck with me for?

- Maybe he turned soft over there in Europe.

- Is this to get revenge for what happened to Eddie?

- (scoffs) He didn't give a rat's ass

about what happened to Eddie.

- Yeah, well, it don't matter.

He's as good as dead now.

(cars honking)

(muffled hip hop music)

(bartender laughs)

- So, what are you? A cop or what?

- No, man.

No cop.

- Man, you checking out this joint

like you want to buy it or something.

You looking for somebody?

- In fact, I'm looking for anybody.

I can't believe I don't see one familiar face in this joint.

This is New York, right?

- Been away, huh?

- Yeah.

Anybody rotten doing anything?

- Not in here, man.

People running the streets now, they kids.

Damn fools.

(door slams)

(gun clicks)

(thrilling music)

- Come here, baby.

Come here. Let me show what I've got for you.

- Come on, guys. Be nice.

I got cash.

Just don't do anything stupid.

Don't hurt me.

- "Don't hurt me. Don't do anything stupid." (laughs)

- Where's Priest?

- He left town.

I got credit cards.

- We don't want your money, baby.

(elevator bell rings)

- Here, Mr. Badass.

(gunshot booms)

(gunshots booming)

(man in brown groaning)

- Get the elevator.

Hey, come on now.

(elevator bell rings)

(elevator bell rings)

(elevator bell rings)

(line ringing)

- [Operator] Police operator.

(phone ringing)

- Here you go.

(typewriter clacking)

- You can call your lawyer now if you want to.

We just might make it to night court if we hurry.

- I gotta talk to you.

- You may leave now.

(easygoing music)

- Wait up. Wait up.

- Man, you are too good to be true.

How did I get lucky enough to get you on my case, huh?

Or maybe I shouldn't even ask.

- You're smart enough to know what's going on.

- Well, I figured you were a cop

who was trying to be helpful.

But the way you were able to spring me,

I'd say you were heavier.

A Drug Enforcement Agent.

But, hey. I appreciate anybody who does me a good turn.

- Yeah, public servant. That's me.

- I still can't figure out why you had those cops

in the alley working me over.

- Hey, those guys weren't cops.

It was you that was supposed to be hit in the apartment.

- Right.

- Where are you going now?

- That shit's silent. You hear me?

I don't want these creeps in my way.

- Hector, how come you never have no women in this hot tub

when I get over here?

- It's bad for your complexion, Joey. You know that.

- Oh, Renaldo.

You know how he always brags

about having the biggest Johnson in the city?

Well, when that babe shot him,

she shot him right in the middle of his thigh, right?

I swear to God.

She shot the tip of his dick off. (wails)

(men laugh)

- Where is he now?

- He's at some South Jersey hospital

crying like a little bitch. (wailing)

- Joey, I want this business taken care off.

We can't afford any messing up. Not now.

- First, we gotta find out where Priest is.

And I tell you one thing,

he's definitely not back in that apartment.

- Use your head. Find him.

Or he'll find you.

(phone ringing)

- Yeah?

- So, what's up?

Heard you was trying to get in contact with me on the phone.

- Yeah, I thought you ought to know,

Priest was around and he says

he wants to get back in the business.

Says he's got a lot of heavy bread to spend.

- No, no. Where is he now?

- I don't have any idea.

- I thought you said he wanted to make a deal.

- Yeah, but that--

- No, we can't talk about that on the phone. Not now.

I'll tell you what. I'm on my way over.

- You don't have to come out here. I mean...

(phone beeping)

Marla.

Marla!

(smooth down-tempo music)

- Hey, brother. - How you doing?

- I'm looking for Francine. Can you help me?

- [Bartender] She's over there in the corner.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

(Francine laughs)

- Hello.

- I was hoping you would be somewhere

near the Eiffel Tower by now.

- Well, I was hoping for a warmer reception.

- Well, you just might get that.

There's a lot of guys coming around here

looking to give you a real hot reception.

- Yeah, they did.

- Oh, these people are dangerous.

- Have they been around lately?

- Oh, all the time.

- How recently?

- A guy just left when he saw me talking to you.

- You be real careful. Okay?

- Let me see you to the backdoor.

Maybe you can give him the slip.

♪ For the love of you ♪

♪ Knowing not what to do ♪

♪ You make (indistinct) ♪

♪ For the love of you ♪

♪ Sincerely warm and true ♪

- Call me.

- Where to, boss?

- The French Riviera.

(driver laughs)

♪ You know what Loc's doin, I'm blazin a joint ♪

♪ 'Cause it seems a lot of times, I'm at my best ♪

♪ After some indica, or a bowl of sess ♪

- Here, man.

This will help you get there.

- No, thanks. I'll pass.

♪ To get the whole party high on ♪

♪ I might get ill and roll an eighth in one hooter ♪

- Do you think you can get rid off this car?

- This rasta cab is not fast.

Just on green. (laughs)

♪ Got that cheeba, cheeba, cheeba ♪

♪ Yeah, what we got ♪

♪ Got that cheeba ♪ ♪ Uh-huh ♪

♪ Cheeba, cheeba ♪

♪ Yeah, don't you hate when you ain't go no weed ♪

(tires screeching)

♪ To get high, get full, you know get blasted ♪

♪ Keep ya singin' the high it really lasted ♪

♪ Rollin' around tryin' not to get popped ♪

♪ By the boyz, the pigs, the rollers, the cops ♪

♪ Pull into one spot to see what they all about ♪

♪ Suckers noddin' their head, tellin' you they all out ♪

♪ You go back to the crib, pick up the telephone ♪

♪ You try everybody so I guess you call Tone ♪

♪ 'Cause I can buy an O.Z. or go buy dime ♪

♪ I can pay cash for her, I can get it on time ♪

♪ It really makes no difference long as I get lit ♪

♪ Roll it in my Zig Zag, take a big bong hit ♪

- He was asking about meeting with you and Hector,

said he wants to get back in the business.

You understand what I'm saying?

- Just tell me where he is.

I mean, if I'm supposed to set up a meeting,

I need to know where he is.

- Hell, I don't know where he is.

Shit, if I knew, you know I'd tell you.

- Well, how in the hell did he find out where you where?

Mike.

Now, Nate. I know you're not bullshitting me, are you?

- Look, I called myself doing you a favor,

trying to get you some more business.

- (laughs) Look, Nate. Where is your old lady?

- What the hell does she got to do with this?

- You trying to help this brother rock the boat?

- Ohh.

- Look! I got to know where to find Priest.

He's turned rat.

And if you're protecting him,

that means you done turned rat too.

You know what I'm saying?

- Hey, Joey. She left him an out-of-state number.

- Now what's your lady doing in Carolina?

Meeting Priest?

- Are you out of your fucking mind

to ask me some bullshit like that?

- Looks like she was in a hurry.

You know how I figure it?

Old Nate here done and sold us out.

What you all think? Hey!

Now I'm thinking it's better that you go ahead

and bark like a dog now.

Spit it out.

Just tell us where Priest is

and you might be able to save your own ass.

- Look, Joey. This ain't right.

Hell, I don't know where Priest is.

Priest don't mean shit to me.

(thrilling music)

- Why'd you sell us out?

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

You know I wouldn't do a thing like that.

- Get in there. - What the fuck?

Hey! Whoa! Wait a fucking minute!

- [Joey] Shoot!

(gunshots booming)

(Nate thuds)

- Don't you have any friends on the street anymore?

- Been gone too long.

- Those thugs are still looking for you.

I'd hate for you to be alone when they find you.

- Yeah, bad idea.

- Why don't you line yourself up with Willy?

He's on the outs with that group, and you can trust him.

- Who's Willy?

- Willy Green. I thought you might know him.

He used to do all the special jobs for Eddie.

You know, when he needed firepower.

- [Priest] Didn't seem to help Eddie.

- Well, Willy wasn't around...

- Got a number?

- You dog.

- State your purpose.

- I'm the meter man.

I'm looking for Willy Green.

- You found him. What you want?

- I'm a friend of Eddie's.

- Eddie ain't have no friends I know about.

- I'm sure he must've mentioned Priest once in a while.

- Yeah, I heard of him.

- That's me.

That's why I'm here to talk to you.

Do you know who killed Eddie?

- All I know is what Eddie told me.

And he ain't told me who killed him.

- I know who killed him.

Now, they're trying to kill me.

Look, I want you to help me get them.

- Look. I'm a peaceful man, bro.

Get him yourself.

- Look. I can't do it alone.

I need your help, Willy.

- How do I know I can trust you?

(Willy grunting)

- Trust me.

(Willy whistling)

How did you get into this stuff?

- My brother taught me.

You see, back in Vietnam, they called him Chef

because his specialty was soup.

Nitro. (Priest laughs)

- Guess you can consider that a career training.

- Hm. Yeah, I guess so. (laughs)

You got a piece?

- No.

- Well, we're gonna have to do something about that.

- Well, well, well.

- You like?

(both laugh)

Shotguns, rifles, semi-automatics.

Pistols, revolvers. M16, AK-47.

- Well, what have we here?

My, how sweet.

- Uh-huh.

- But you know something?

I need a piece

that's been around the block a few times.

Like this one right here.

This'll do.

(door knocking)

- Who is it? - It's me, Priest.

- Come on in. - Hi.

Look. Nobody saw me come here, okay?

- Thanks. - Yeah.

- So, are you okay? Where you stand?

- I'm okay. I found Willy.

- Oh good.

- He thinks a girl who worked at your bar

is Joey Maxwell's girlfriend.

- Sure. Jasmine Jackson.

She worked with me a couple of years

before she hooked up with Joey.

- Hooked up, huh? That's pretty descriptive.

Got a number?

- Just call me your local information operator.

Let's see. Jackson.

Yup, here we are. Right here.

(door knocking)

- I need you at the bar.

- I'll be right there.

(phone dinging)

Are you looking to get back into the life?

- No. I quit a long time ago.

Why do you ask?

- Oh, I don't know.

I guess there's talk about all this bad blood.

Just over a turf war.

- No way. Just trying to survive.

- Then why don't you go back to Paris?

I don't want anything to happen to you.

(romantic music)

Besides, it would give me a reason to visit.

- You know life's not always that simple.

I really wish it was, though.

- Wait.

It's okay.

(crowd chattering)

- Where's Francine?

- Francine?

(tense upbeat music)

(alarm buzzing quietly)

- [Francine] Oh, come on. - You're comin' with me.

- Hey, hey. What is this?

Ow! - Go in, I said.

- Jesus.

What's wrong with you?

- Answer my questions, and no bullshit

because you're not gonna get a second chance.

Where is Priest staying?

- I don't know.

- I want Priest real bad,

and I know you know where he is.

Where can I find Priest?

- How I should I know? I just met him.

Look. He likes me.

Is there a law against that?

- Look. Do I look stupid?

Look, woman. Don't play games with me.

I'm no kid. I will kill your ass.

Now, I know he's been coming in and out of your back door

like he owns half the joint.

- (laughing) Come on. Give me a break.

I got customers who have an eye for me.

I mean, they'd be pretty pissed

if they knew I liked somebody else.

It's just good business.

You can understand that.

- I will fuck you up if you don't tell me

what I want to know.

Now, what did you write on that paper to Priest?

- Just my name and phone number. I promise.

My name and phone number!

Is there a law against that?

- [Joey] I don't know and I don't care.

I'm gonna leave you with these guys

and they know all about the law.

- [Officer] You know where he is, baby.

Save your ass and tell us.

- I don't know. - Come on!

(fast-paced tense music)

(Francine screaming)

(tires screeching)

- [Joey] Jasmine, come get your damn keys.

Come here, mommy.

Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy.

Oh, mommy, mommy. (Jasmine giggling)

Oh, just give me a little bit.

Just a little bit. (Jasmine giggling)

(gun cocking)

- No nookie tonight, Joey.

- Priest.

Come on, man. You tripping now, right?

Because you really don't know

what you're getting yourself into.

- Don't even think about it.

- D... (thrilling music)

(both men grunting)

- How'd you like to take about a two week vacation?

- Sure.

- It could be dangerous if you come back

into town before that.

- I ain't anxious to come back.

(easygoing synth music)

- Come on.

(laughs) We got us a customer here.

- You serious, ain't you?

- You know him?

- Yeah, I know this prick.

- Here. Take him.

Willy. You got the nitro?

- Nitro? (laughs) I never figured it was for him.

- Yo, Priest, man. This ain't right, man.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! No, my brother.

You can't wiggle, man. This is nitro.

- Yo, man. This is a psycho motherfucker right here, man!

Look, Priest! We homeboys.

- Yeah, this will fit.

Okay, all ready.

All he has to do is twist his head

or bend his neck, and boom!

- Sure it'll blow?

- Like the space shuttle.

- Priest, Priest, look. How much, man?

Just tell me how much.

Whatever you need, I can get it. Okay?

- You mean how Nate and Irene got it?

- Yo, what's up with that, man?

What's the deal? What?

You want to know who took out Irene?

Man, I tell you, shit.

Me and you homeboys, man.

I tell you anything, man.

- Who did it?

- Hector.

Yeah, Hector and those two big

redneck mean motherfuckers, man.

The same ones that was trying to take you out.

- The cops?

- Man, they ain't no damn cops.

- [Priest] Set it up.

("There's A Riot Jumpin' Off" by Uzi Bros)

♪ Yo, what's goin' on with this lockdown thing ♪

♪ I don't know, my brother, but things have got to chagne ♪

♪ Yeah, you damn right they fittin' to change ♪

♪ (indistinct) and that ain't right ♪

♪ It sure ain't, 'cause some gonna jump off today ♪

♪ Armed robbery is why I'm serving time ♪

♪ Yeah, you get time ♪

♪ You get busted with the crime ♪

♪ So I'm gettin' mine on cell block number nine ♪

♪ But there's a riot jumpin' ♪

♪ There's a riot jumpin' off ♪

♪ The majority population in the pen ♪

♪ Is the same color as the skin I am in ♪

♪ So when you get a gang of brothers into our system ♪

♪ You better keep on prayin' ♪

♪ It's time to deal with them ♪

♪ Riot jumpin' off in cell block number nine ♪

♪ Serving time for armed robbery ♪

♪ Man, there's a riot jumpin' off in cell block number nine ♪

♪ Serving time for armed robbery ♪

♪ Slavery has long been abolished ♪

♪ The average black won't make it to college ♪

♪ To the streets we go for our knowledge ♪

♪ Well like Nat Turner, yo, I got to be free ♪

♪ So I set a fire to my time sheets ♪

♪ And soon everyone down on my idea ♪

♪ Was saying, let's get the hell outta here ♪

♪ Riots jumpin' off in cell block number nine ♪

♪ Serving time for armed robbery ♪

♪ Man, there's a riot jumpin' off in cell block number nine ♪

♪ Serving time for armed robbery ♪

♪ Serving, serving, serving ♪

♪ Seven is the sentence that I occupy ♪

♪ I got two years if I don't commit a homicide ♪

♪ (indistinct) and took his debt ♪

♪ Here comes the warden, yo, I'm gettin' back ♪

♪ Turn key, and the warden, it's time to break ♪

♪ On cell block nine, we don't fake ♪

♪ But out to the yard is far as I got ♪

♪ Correctional facility surrounded by squat ♪

♪ Riot jumpin' off in cell block number nine ♪

(explosion booming)

(upbeat music)

- Hah!

- Now I told you this motherfucker was crazy.

- Where's the stash, Joey?

- Yo, man. This guy is loonie, man.

You keep him away from me. Okay?

Look. You gonna kill me, kill me,

because I can't take too much more of this shit, man.

(Joey screaming)

Priest, man. I gave you my offer, man.

I ain't no good to you dead, man.

- Where is the stash, Joey?

- Fuck you.

- You know we're not messing around here.

Where is the stash?

(Joey clears throat)

Please do it.

- I'll talk.

I'll talk.

What you trying to do, Priest?

Trying to get back into business?

(door knocking)

- Hey, what's up? - How you doing?

- I'm the mechanic they sent

to fix the Formula One before morning.

- Nobody told me.

(Willy sighs)

- Okay. All right. Peace.

- Hey, hey. Yo, yo, yo, yo.

Nobody said you had to leave. All right?

I mean, relax. What do I know?

- Man, I hate when they do that.

I hate when they do that.

- Yeah, yeah they never let the right hand

know what the left hand is doing.

You know which one it is?

- Yeah, it's right over there.

- Okay, okay.

I'll be right here when you want to leave.

- Okay. Cool.

(alarm blaring)

- Yo, what the hell are you doing?

Yo, homeboy!

Yo, what are you? Crazy?

What the hell are you doing?

What do you think toilets are for?

- I had to go to the bathroom and I didn't want to wake you.

- You didn't want to wake me?

What the fuck are you talking about?

You didn't want to wake me?

- You want to give me a break and turn this thing off?

- You know I ought to bust a cap

into that little thing right now.

(upbeat music)

Now I gotta write a fucking report

because your ass is pissing out the door.

Dumbass fucking mechanics, man. What...

- What the fuck is happening?

- I don't know what you mean.

(easygoing music) (patrons chattering)

- Where the fuck is Joey?

Did you check his woman out?

- Yeah, we checked.

She's gone too.

- What do you mean "too"?

- Hector, we asked around on the street

and we can't find her.

- What about Ike and Mike?

Who mickied their police car?

- Well, that could've been an accident, Hec.

(Hector speaks in Spanish)

- What about Joey disappearing? Was that an accident, too?

- I don't know.

- There's a lot of bullshit going on

that I don't understand.

Those two guys were the best in town.

- Maybe the Colombians. They got somebody moving in on us.

- Ah, that's bullshit.

We gotta find Joey.

Joey will know what the hell is going on.

- I know what you're thinking, but it's not Joey.

I swear it's not Joey, Hector.

- What about Priest? He's still walking around.

You two guys told me you were going to take of him. When?

- Just give us a couple of days.

- We can't wait for Joey anymore.

You two guys get the stuff out.

Get it on the street.

I'll see what I can do

to find out more about Priest and Joey.

(sneaky music)

- Five.

It's not gonna be the same without Joey around here.

Five. - No, it's not.

- Three.

- Ahem.

You know, I don't miss Joey.

He's a stingy fucking prick.

- Let's blow.

Gonna run these by a change maker.

(party music) (people hollering)

- Yo, sport. It ain't broke.

I turned it off on purpose.

- Oh, come on, man.

At least let me get one game in. All right?

- Grow up, man. We ain't got time to play no games.

We about making money now.

- Oh, I got nothing else to do-

- You got something to do right now.

Now go get the kid.

(party music)

(crowd chattering)

Damn, baby.

If them skirts keep getting any shorter,

I might have to kidnap you.

- Talk is cheap.

- How's Renaldo?

- He's fine.

- Yeah, I heard he lost a little something.

- That's it. It's all there.

- Yeah, I'm all here, too.

Why don't you come by when you got some time?

- I'm splitting.

- Hey, baby. How do I get in touch with Joey?

I got to find out- - Don't know nothing.

So long.

- Ain't you a bitch!

Yo, let's get to work now. Come on, man.

- All right.

Here you go, man. - Yeah.

You know where you going, right?

- You know it, homeboy. - All right.

(fast-paced tense music)

- Got the stuff ready? - Got it.

- Yeah.

Later.

- You are the man, right?

Bro?

- Yeah, I got the stuff, man.

It's fresh.

- Well, I just hope it's something special for the dick.

- Oh yeah. He said it got "Showtime."

That stuff's going to put your dick on A-U-T-O-matic, bro.

(laughs) Yo, check my man out.

My man said, "Bro!"

That stupid motherfucker.

That man thought he gangster. (laughs)

- 'Sup, cool? - Yo, what's up, money?

How you doing?

- All right, man. You got any fives?

- Nah, man. Sorry. I can't help you.

Look four 10's. This is the lightest I go.

But it's heavy. Slow blow, you know what I'm saying.

- Come on buddy, man.

I know you can do something for this.

- Nah, man. I told you, man.

But I'll tell you what.

I'll give you six 10's for the jacket you're wearing.

Hey, look, man.

I'm just trying to help you out, right?

I'm doing you a favor

because I tell you something, man.

If I really wanted the jacket,

I'd just take it out your house or shit.

Yo, man. Get off my steps, man.

I got customers waiting. All right?

Yeah, I thought you'd see it my way.

(laughs) Hey, enjoy.

- Babe, that shit was no good.

- I swear I'm never going to let you touch that stuff again.

You don't need it.

- Yo, man. Your shit is whack!

- No, man. My stuff is def.

See, you whacked.

- Hey, give me my fucking jacket.

- Yo, check this guy out, man.

What's up?

Hey, what you doing, man?

Yo, take care of this guy. All right?

- Gonna take care of me, right?

- Shit! (gunshots booming)

(fast-paced tense music)

(gunshot booms)

(dealer screaming)

(dealer thuds)

(fast-paced tense music)

(crowd muttering)

- I want you to write something for me, Joey.

- Write what?

- The addresses of about 10 of Hector's factories.

- Pfft!

- You know, like Nate Cabot's was.

- You know Priest, man. You ain't too smart, are you?

I mean, it's bad enough

that you two went and grabbed his stash.

But you're trying to get us all killed.

- Start writing.

- You know, I think I've had about enough of this shit now.

Fuck you and him.

(notepad clatters)

- Put the gun down, Willy.

(Joey laughs)

I've been listening to your whining,

you murdering son of a bitch.

And now I'm gonna kick your ass

until you write what I want you to write.

- Fuck you! (thrilling music)

(both men grunting)

(Joey groans)

This shit ain't funny, man.

What you gonna do now, Priest?

- I think I'm gonna handcuff you to this light pole.

- For what?

Oh, I get it.

Oh, you're gonna blow my motherfucking ass away now, right?

(Joey laughs) - I'm gonna call Hector.

- For what?

I ain't telling you shit.

Owh!

- Yeah, he'll be real happy to know

who set up those two cops.

(laughs) And told me about the stash.

Willy, he's all yours.

- Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

Tell him I'll sign the shit.

Do it!

(gun clicks)

(Willy laughs)

- My stuff is the best goods you can get and you know it.

You ever try sky diving without a parachute?

Get the money in here by tomorrow morning.

I don't give a shit how do you do it!

Just get it here!

Maricon.

- Yo, we all gonna have trouble paying any money.

- You too?

- Well we ain't done nothing but pay back money

and dump dudes busting caps at us

ever since we put that last stuff on the street.

Man, the stuff ain't no good.

Now the other bosses ain't gonna pay

and they talking about going to war with you.

- Let me tell you

and all you dickhead pendejo compadres something.

You fucking well shun me now,

and I'll turn all of my fucking guns loose.

Remember. It's business as usual.

You pay or you die.

- Stay in touch.

- [Dealer In Blue] Yeah, right.

(tense music)

- You know, so far, most of the stuff

is from the areas you cover.

Yo, what you trying to pull, huh?

Go ahead. Tell me why you whacked up my goods.

- I did exactly what Joey did every time I saw him.

You know I don't miss nothing, Hector.

- Is it Joey then?

Is that why we haven't heard from him?

- [Dealer] Nah, maybe it's those Colombians.

Maybe they're trying to run a game on us or something.

- Nah, that don't make any sense.

Why would they want to fuck up their own action?

All those pricks want is money.

They call all the time for money.

Money, money, money all the time.

- The only other thing it could be is the coke.

Maybe it's no good, Hec.

- You listen to me.

We're gonna hold the line

and we're gonna collect the money.

Too fucking bad if half of New York

is sick off of this shit.

We're gonna get the money.

- It's quite a coincidence that it's whacked up the same-

- Shut up!

♪ Lift every voice and ♪

- Willy, where do you get

all this sophisticated equipment, man?

- RadioShack.

(all laughing)

(upbeat funky music)

A health food store?

- Yeah.

Guess it's not what it's all fragged up to be, huh?

(Willy laughs)

♪ Calling up your sisters and brothers ♪

♪ 'Cause now you know a brand new day ♪

♪ Be careful what you do ♪

♪ Your life is up to you ♪

♪ Gonna have to do some kind of other way ♪

♪ Going after crazy changes ♪

♪ Time to break this foolish habit fast ♪

♪ I'm spendin' all my dough ♪

♪ There's nothin' left to show ♪

♪ I knew this junky thing would never last ♪

♪ Gonna be a showdown ♪

♪ Gonna be a showdown ♪

♪ Gonna be a showdown ♪

♪ This world is breaking brand new ground ♪

(explosion booms)

(explosion booms)

(explosion booms)

(explosion booms)

- Fuck!

Son of a bitch!

Shit.

(man coughing)

Shit.

(phone beeping)

Son of a bitch!

Red, Change, dig this, man!

That motherfucking Hector totaled my joint, man!

Yeah, fucking totaled.

Hey, you going after him?

All right. Well, count me in. All right?

Just put me down.

Yeah, I'll be there in a little while.

Son of a bitch.

I'm gonna kill that motherfucker.

- Look. It's not smart for you guys to come here.

It's not safe either.

DEA is checking me out

over this new outbreak of violence.

Best thing is for everybody just lay low.

- Hey, what am I supposed to do, huh?

I mean, it's not safe for you to come to me either.

I came here for your sake, not for mine.

- I can't solve your problems. Not these.

Hmph, whole neighborhoods blowing up.

That kind of publicity does not die down. Not fast.

- Hell, well you don't believe me, my own lawyer.

Would I lie to you?

Listen we don't know anything about nitro.

- (laughing) Yeah.

(phone ringing)

- Shit.

- [Tom] Hi, honey, yeah.

- Hector, I gotta talk to you.

- Hey, look, I'm talking here, all right?

- Hector! - What?

- I know what you want to know.

- [Tom] Yeah, what about the kids?

You want me to pick them up?

You're gonna pick them up. Okay.

No, I'm good, dear.

- It's gotta be Willy Green.

Remember how Eddie used to use him?

He's the only one that I know that knows about nitro.

- Councilor.

- Talk to you later. Business.

- Thanks a lot for your help.

This is for your time.

And this is for your dick.

- This is graduation day.

(faint hip-hop music)

As soon as Priest gets back,

we're gonna let you go.

And I'm sure you're gonna write a book,

probably gonna see Arsenio Hall Show,

Pat Sajak, Johnny Carson.

(Willy laughs)

- Joey, down!

(gunshots booming)

- [Joey] Yo, cut the shit!

Ain't nobody else in here.

Get this damn rope off of me.

- You been here this whole time?

- No, I've been in Disneyland, you dumb fuck.

- Yeah, we figured it was this simple prick.

- Well then, why the fuck did it take you

so long to get me out of here then?

- Hey, man. We looked for you.

We thought you was history.

- Yeah, right. Joey, history?

Look. Who's got the coke?

Priest kidnapped me, man.

Lept me in a trunk three, four days. Okay?

He's crazy. He's insane.

(dogs barking faintly)

Look. He's coming back here tonight.

And we're gonna take him out right here.

Got it?

(gunshot booms) (upbeat music)

(gunshots booming)

(bomb thuds)

(explosion blasting)

Shit!

(gunshots booming)

Get the door!

(gunshot booms)

(gunshots booming)

(gunshot booms)

(gunshots booming)

(gunshots booming)

(dogs barking) (gunshots booming)

You dropped your gun, sucker!

You're a dead man, Priest! You're a dead man!

(gunshot booms)

(fast-paced tense music)

(Joey vomiting)

(gunshot booms)

(gunshot booms)

(gunshot booms)

(Joey groaning)

(gunshot booms)

(gunshot booms)

(gunshot booms)

(Joey groaning)

(gunshot booms)

- Hey, dog! Don't bring that shit around here.

- Your ass is mine, motherfucker.

(gunshots booming)

- Don't you shoot nobody around here, you pimp!

(people clamoring) (Joey groaning)

- Hey, boy! Put that gun away.

(people shouting)

(police sirens blaring)

- I run the witness protection program here.

You know what that is?

- [Hector] Mm-hm.

- You help us, we'll do right by you.

- What guarantees and immunities can you give us?

- We'll work together.

A new start, a new life. A new identification.

- What else?

- Hector, you're no dummy.

I'd say you're a fox, a real, slick, street-smart fox.

Now I guarantee that I won't throw you out in the street,

where you're a marked man

with a lotta guns looking for you.

- You want the names of people in my organization?

- Hector, please. Your organization is history.

What we want is the big fish.

The entire Colombian setup.

("For the Love of You" by Curtis Mayfield)

♪ Hey, baby, you are one woman fine ♪

♪ For the love of you could do anything ♪

♪ Even sing to make you mad ♪

♪ In control, you've got my soul ♪

♪ On heartbeat time ♪

♪ I wanna be with you ♪

♪ For the love of you, let me try ♪

♪ I'm a funny kinda fella, I guess you know ♪

♪ I could be so true for the love of you ♪

♪ I want you so ♪

♪ You're always in my heart, never too far ♪

♪ Yes I will attest ♪

♪ Just to express the things you are ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ My baby ♪

♪ Sweet baby ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ You're just a precious love ♪

♪ And you don't even try ♪

♪ For the love of you ♪

♪ What can I do to be your guy ♪

♪ You're always in my heart, never too far ♪

♪ Yes I will attest ♪

♪ Just to express the things you are ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ My baby ♪

♪ Sweet baby ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Hey, baby, you are one woman fine ♪

♪ For the love of you could do anything ♪

♪ Even sing to make you mad ♪

♪ In control you've got my soul ♪

♪ On heartbeat time ♪

♪ I wanna be with you ♪

♪ For the love of you, just let me try ♪

♪ I'm a funny kinda fella, I guess you know ♪

♪ I could be so true for the love of you ♪

♪ I want you so ♪

(Multicom jingle)