All language subtitles for The Return Of Superfly 1990

* (Multicom Entertainment
Group ditty) *

Man 1: When the
boss says push a button

on a guy, I push a button.

Man 2: You
mean you killed him?

Man 1: What?

Man 2: You
mean you killed him?

* (upbeat music) *

* ("Eazy Street" by Eazy-E) *

* (upbeat music) *

(door knocking)

* (upbeat music) *

Long-haired dealer:
Yeah, stupid money!

Middle dealer: Yeah, haha!

Oh, hold it!

(gunshots)

(glass shattering)

* ("Take You Home"
by King Tee) *

* (upbeat music) *

(distant shouting)

(telephone ringing)

(soft moaning and laughter)

Eddie we got popped, man
We got popped.

Damn!
They whacked everybody.

I'm telling you, man.
There were a bunch

of cats all over
the fucking room.

They're dead, Eddie.
Please.

They're fucking dead.

Girl: Turn the telephone off.

(laughter and soft moaning)

Hitman: Yo, homeboy!

Need a light?

(silenced gunshot)

(laughs)

(silenced gunshot)

Eddie?

Eddie: I'll be
right out, sugar.

Eddie, Eddie!

(gunshots)

Hitman: Eddie, Eddie!

(gunshots)

* ("Superfly 1990" by
Curtis Mayfield & Ice-T) *

Customs Marshal: 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 are 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.

You're on your way

to the West Street
Detention Center

where you're going
to 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.

* ("Gettin' Funky In The
Joint" by Mellow Man Ace) *

Police officer:
Telephone time.

Priest: It's about time.

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?

Priest: 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?

Tom: 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.

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)

Priest: 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 going to do.

I'm going to turn
you loose for a week

but I want you
in our program before then.

Or, we're going to 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.

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 the (mumbling).

Hey, let's go shoot some hoop.

Not me.
I got things I got to 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 got to do something.

Like what?

Like...

Like Hector...

Priest is going to be
a real fucking headache.

Hey, listen to me.

We're going to 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 going
to start chumping,

the chump is fucking history.

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.

* ("Cheeba Cheeba"
by Tone-Loc) *

(running water)

Ahem.

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.

Wow.

So, what are you doing?

Unpacking.

You going to 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.

* ("On the Real Tip"
by Def Jef) *

Nate: Put one just like this
while I'm doing it.

All right?

(doorbell rings)

Why don't you go on.
I'll get the door.

Priest?

That you?

A-ha, naw!

Oh, Priest!

Hi.

Oh, look at this.

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 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 here?

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-mmm, 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?

Uh-huh.

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 going to put 3,000 dollars
a day in my pocket?

It's a tough world out there.

Priest: Yeah, I got to 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 want to say no.

You know what I'm saying?

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

But, hey.

Don't count on me, man.

Tom: 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 closes)

Why did you ask me to come in?

Well, I called the DEA to ask

if they were going
to 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.

Fine.

* (easygoing 1980's 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.

Priest: 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.

He had more than
he could handle.

See the car coming
out over there?

Where?

Francine: Right there.

Got it.

Uhm...

au revoir.

Is that the way you say it?

That'll work.

* (easygoing 1980's music) *

* (upbeat music) *

You know the game.
Assume the position.

Priest: Owh!

(scuffling and shouting)

Hey! What the hell
are you guys doing?

This is official
police business.

So, back off.

All right. We're going
to 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?

Hmpf, he didn't give a rat's ass
about what happened to Eddie.

Hector: Yeah, well,
it don't matter.

He's as good as dead now.

* ("Somethin' Like This"

by Capital Punishment
Organization) *

(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
in 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."

Where's Priest?

He left town.

I got credit cards.

We don't want your money, baby.

(elevator bell rings)

Here, Mr. Badass.

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

Thug in orange-brown
shirt: Ah, urgh.

Get the elevator.

Hey, come on now.

(elevator bell rings)

(elevator bell rings)

(elevator bell rings)

(phone dialing tone)

Police operator:
Police operator.

(phone ringing)

Here you go.

(typewriter clacking)

Det. Loomey: You can call
your lawyer now if you want to.

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

I got to talk to you.

You may leave now.

* (easygoing 1980's music) *

Officer: Wait up.
Wait up.

Priest: 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 want to do
these creeps 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.

Where is he now?

He's at some South
Jersey hospital

crying like a little bitch.

Joey, I want this business
taken care off.

We can't afford any messing up.

Not now.

First, we got to 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, uhm, 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 about that
on the phone.

Not now.

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

Nate: You don't
have to come out here.

I mean...

Marla.

Marla!

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

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.

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 a slip.

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

Call me.

Where to, boss?

The French Riviera.

(laughs)

* ("Cheeba Cheeba"
by Tone-Loc) *

Here, man.

This will help you get there.

No, thanks.
I'll pass.

Do you think you can
get rid off this car?

This rasta cab is not fast.

Just on green.

* ("Cheeba Cheeba"
by Tone-Loc) *

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

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.

Joey: 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 do you all think?

Ey!

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 did you sell us out?

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

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

Good night.

Nate: What the fuck?

Hey!
Whoa!

Nate: Wait a fucking minute--
Joey: Shoot!

(gunshots)

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.

Francine: 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?

Francine: 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 do 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.

(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.

Guess you can consider that
a career training.

Hmpf.

Yeah, I guess so.

You got a piece?

No.

Well we're going to have
to do something about that.

Well, well, well.

You like?

(laughter)

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 has been around the block

a few times.

Like this one right here.

This'll do.

(door knocking)

Francine: Who is it?

Priest: It's me, Priest.

Francine: 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.

Francine: I'll
be right there.

Are you looking to get
back into the life?

No.

I quit a long time ago.

Why do you ask?

Francine: 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.

Francine: Then why
don't you go back to Paris?

* (relaxed, romantic music) *

I don't want anything
to happen to you.

Besides, it would give
me a reason to visit.

You know life
is not always that simple.

I really wish it was though.

Francine: Wait.

It's okay.

(crowd chatter)

Police officer:
Where's Francine?

Francine?

* (upbeat music) *

(alarm buzzing quietly)

Francine: Oh come on.

Police officer: Come on.
Go in there.

Francine: 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 going
to 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.

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 going to leave
you with these guys

and they know
all about the law.

Police officer:
You know where he is baby.

Save your ass and tell us.

I don't know.

Police officer: Come on.

(upbeat music)

* (moaning and screaming) *

(tires screeching)

Joey: Jasmine,
come get your damn keys.

Come here, mammy.
Mammy, mammy, mammy, mammy.

Joey: Oh, mammy, mammy.
Jasmine: (giggling)

Joey: Oh, just a wee little bit.
Jasmine: (giggling)

Joey: Just a little bit.
Jasmine: (giggling)

(gun cocking)

No nookie tonight, Joey.

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.

Joey: D...

* (thrilling music) *

(scuffling and shouting)

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.

Hah, 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?

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 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 to 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...

Man, your homeboys
might tell you anything, man.

Who did it?

Joey: 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) *

(police officer mumbling)

(police officer mumbling)

(explosion)

* (upbeat music) *

Willy: HAH!

Now, I told you
this motherfucker was crazy.

Where is the stash, Joey?

Yo, man.
This guy is loonie, man.

You keep him away from me.
Okay?

Look.
You going to kill me.

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

Aaah!

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?

(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?

Security guard:
How you doing?

Uhm, I'm the mechanic they sent

to fix the Formula One
before morning.

Nobody told me.

Pft...

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.

Security guard: Yeah, yeah
they never let the right hand

know what the left
hand is doing.

You, uh, 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)

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 got to 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.

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 swears 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 got to 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.

Hector: 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 going to be the same
without Joey around here.

Five.

No, it's not.

Three.

Ahem.

You know.
I miss Joey.

He's a stingy fucking prick.

Let's blow.

Going to run these
by a change maker.

* (party music and hooting) *

(arcade noises)

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 muttering)

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.

* (upbeat music) *

Got the stuff ready.

You got my stuff?

Dealer: Yeah.

Later.

Um...

You are the man, right?

Uh, 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
he 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.

(distant) That man
thought he acted gangster.

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?

Yeah, you going
to take care of me, right?

Shit!

(gunshots)

(gunshot)

(screaming)

(loud thud on metal)

* (upbeat music) *

(crowd muttering)

I want you to write
something for me, Joey.

Write what?

The addresses of about ten
of Hector's factories.

Pft.

You know, like
Nate Cabot's was?

You know Priest, man.
You ain't too smart, aren't 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 anyhow.

Put the gun down, Willy.

(laughs)

I've been listening
to your whining,

you murdering son of a bitch.

And now,
I'm going to kick your ass

until you write
what I want you to write.

Fuck you!

* (thrilling music) *

(scuffling and shouting)

This shit ain't funny, man.

What you gonna do now, Priest?

I think I'm going to handcuff
you to this light pole.

For what?

Oh, I get it.

Oh, you're going to blow
my motherfucking ass

away now, right?

I'm going to 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.

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)

(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 going to 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, this stuff
ain't no good.

Now the other bosses
ain't going to 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 with blue shirt:
Yeah, right.

* (upbeat music) *

Hector: You know so far...

Most of the stuff is
from the areas you cover.

Yo, what are 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?

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 going
to hold the line

and we're going
to collect the money.

Too fucking bad
if half of New York

is sick off of this shit.

We're going
to 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.

(laughter)

* ("Showdown"
by Curtis Mayfield) *

A health food store?

Yeah.

Guess it's not what it's all...

'fragged' up to be, huh?

(explosion)

(explosion)

(explosion)

(explosion)

Fuck!

Son of a bitch!

Shit.

(coughs)

(coughs)

Shit.

(phone dialing tone)

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 going to 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.

Hmpf, 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.

Yeah.

(phone ringing)

Shit.

Tom: Hi honey, yeah.

Hector, I got to talk to you.

Hey, look I'm
talking here alright?

- Hector!
- What?

I know what you want to know.

Tom: Yeah,
what about the kids?

You want me to pick them up?

You're going to pick them up.

Okay.

No, I'm good dear.

It's got to 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.

* (hip-hop music) *

As soon as Priest gets back,
we're going to let you go.

And I'm sure you're
going to write a book,

probably going to see
Arsenio Hall Show,

Pat Sajak...

Johnny Carson...

Joey down!

(gunshots)

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, kept me in a trunk

three, four days.

Okay?

He's crazy.
He's insane.

Look...

He's coming back here tonight.

And we're going
to take him out right here.

Got it?

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

* (upbeat music) *

(explosion)

Shit!

(gunshots)

Get the door!

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

You dropped
your gun, sucker!

You're a dead man, Priest!

You're a dead man!

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(grumbling)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(grumbling)

(gunshot)

Hey, dog!

Don't bring that shit
around here.

Your ass is mine, motherfucker.

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

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

(grumbling)

Old man: Hey, boy!
Put that gun away.

Old woman: Don't you ever
try that again, you pimp!

(crowd muttering)

(police sirens)

I run the witness
protection program here.

You know
what that is?

Hector: Hmm-mm.

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 are a marked man

with a lot of 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) *

* (Multicom Entertainment
Group ditty) *