All language subtitles for Fight Night s01e06 Community Men.eng

Chicken didn't rob you,
all right?

He... He didn't want
nothing more than just to work for you. That's--

And I don't want
nothin' more than for you to call that motherfucker.

But I ain't gonna ask
but once.

- CHICKEN MAN: Hey.
- I hit the number.

- Get out of here.
- Two hundred and fifty smackeroos.

You should come by
the house in a couple of days.

I'm gonna have Vivian
settle up with you.

- But, Chicken!
- Come on now, I got you.

Was it the landlord again?

The landlord
beating your ass to live?

(GRUNTING)

Give him what the fuck
he deserves.

(GROANING)

These gangster niggas
put a bounty on your head.

They paid me a visit.

Now you got one move, son,
and that's run

and don't look back.

HUDSON: Hey, Andre.

We just wanna ask you
a couple questions.

- (GUNSHOTS)
- Oh, shit! Shit!

- We gotta go.
- Come on, come on.

- You know what
your problem is, Hudson? - Oh, what's my problem?

You're more worried about
saving all these nig--

- (ALL CLAMORING)
- Shut your cracker ass!

You hit a fellow officer
in front of me. You're suspended.

- Chicken...
- Ain't no Chicken, Viv, hush!

(EXHALES) If it ain't
the infamous Chicken Man.

You're dead now, motherfucker.

(GROANS, BREATHES HEAVILY)

SLIM: Wake yo'
country ass up!

You wanna tell
the truth now? Huh?

Or do you want me to put
that bag back on your head

and we beat it
the fuck up out of you?

- (BREATH TREMBLING)
- SLIM: Huh.

See, you were cooked

the moment you decided
to rob me.

Are you in on this too, Viv?

They put a gun
to my head, Chicken.

Took you to
my damn family's house.

You got a lot
of fucking nerve. (BREATH TREMBLING)

You really is
a selfish motherfucker.

CHICKEN MAN:
I'll tell you what, I may not be perfect...

I ain't never
sold you out, Viv.

I ain't never sold you out.

They gonna
fucking kill me, Viv.

You sold us all out
when you got a big head over this damn party.

CHICKEN MAN:
Hey, look here, Slim.

I ain't robbed no party, man.

Funny thing is, now,
I don't really give a fuck.

You see, you're something
that I call a trump card.

And you best believe
I'm gonna play you against the house to win.

You can believe that, Jack.

Get his ass
the fuck up outta here.

All right now.
All right, all right, now.

- (GRUNTS) Shit.
- (GROANING)

What the fuck!

Get up!

(DOGS BARKING)

Li'l motherfucker fast.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Where the hell are ya?

Damn.

Fuck!

Goddamn, Gordon.

(PHONE RINGING)

- Faye.
- Gordon, you there?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Faye, I thought
you left me, baby.

Faye?

GORDON JR.: Hey, Dad...

Mom says she was just
making sure you was alive.

Oh, why would I not be, son?

Haven't you seen
the morning paper?

They say you robbed a party.

Wait, they say what, now?

They said you the
"Prime suspect in a bra..."

"brazen late night robbery
of a post-fight party,

"believed to be attended
by some of the most dangerous criminals in the country."

Daddy?

Hey, uh...
Gordon, I want you to listen to me.

(POLICE SIRENS APPROACHING)

Okay.

GORDON JR.: Daddy?
OFFICER: Hey, hey.

Yeah, hey.

Hey, son, uh...

Okay, listen, I want you
to listen to me real good.

Your mother goin' through
a lot right now, and she doin' the best that she can, okay?

That mean I need you
to do the best that you can.

So, I'mma need you
to look after your sisters...

and I'mma need you to be
the man of the house.

Did you really
rob those people?

- No. No!
- I don't want you to go to jail again.

Hey, Daddy ain't
goin' nowhere.

Now, look,
I gotta get off the phone.

Before I do that, I want you
to know that I love you.

- I love you too, Daddy.
- Bye, son.

Chicken Man? Hey,
I'm telling you, you got the wrong brother.

- Pipe down, Chicken Man.
- We all don't look alike, you know?

Wait a minute. That's not him!

That's Chicken Man!

(FUNKY INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

Freeze!

(GUN FIRING)

(HAIR DRYER WHIRRING)

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

Last I checked,
kidnapping is a crime.

Ain't nobody kidnapped
your bony ass.

You on the clock.

And we have very strict rules
about appearances.

Thus your little makeover.

What am I supposed to be
doing for you?

Working off your debt.

- VIVIAN: My debt?
- Yeah.

You let that little pint-sized
motherfucker get away.

- So you owe me.
- He got the drop on y'all.

That ain't got nothing
to do with me.

And you know
good and damn well Chicken ain't rob you.

- He ain't capable.
- (CHUCKLES)

The crime happened
at his little soiree...

- (SIGHS)
- So that means it's his responsibility.

And since the little nigga
in the wind...

the debt flows
in your direction.

So, you owe me
for my cash money, my jewels,

and for the emotional stress
that I went through

when them niggas fucked up
my press and curl.

So, uh, let's say $50,000.

- $50K?
- (CHUCKLES)

Plus 85
for that immaculate 'do.

Do I have "dumb"
written on my forehead?

I can put a hole in it
if you like.

By the way, I need 10%
by the end of the day

to prove to me
that you are serious about giving me my money.

And bitch, don't play with me!

Where am I gonna get
five grand in a day?

- I don't give a fuck, bitch.
Pull it out your ass. - (BELL DINGS)

YOUNG HUSTLER:
Chicken Man's on the loose.

Read all about it.
Just 10 cents.

Hey, youngsta, I'll cop.

That'll be a dime.

Pay the man.

(SLIM LAUGHS)

This some catch.

Looks like your little
boyfriend's famous.

Tick-tock, baby,
you got some money to make.

- (SLIM CHUCKLES)
- (SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

(PANTING)

I need help.

They shot at my goddamn back.

What if my family
was out there? My kids?

- Where they now?
- I had Faye take 'em, put 'em in a car,

go down to her sister's.
Way too dangerous out here, right now.

Well, that's good.

The fuck I'm lying to you for?

Faye left me last night.

To be honest with you,
I don't even blame her.

I've been selling this woman
a bill of goods of me

being a good man
for years now.

I guess she finally
just got smart and left.

Well, Faye wouldn't
have married you in the first place if...

- she didn't think
you was a good man, so... - Hmm.

You just call me a good man?

- (CHUCKLES) Oh,
hell no, I did not. - Hmm.

I grew up
with brothers like you.

Smart, enterprising.

They just couldn't get out
their own way.

I mean,
I don't get it, Gordon.

You-you got a family
that love you,

and a good woman.
Why-why you wanna throw all that away

just tryin' to be
somethin' you're not?

What exactly
am I tryin' to be?

Some kind of big-time player
or somethin'.

- Big-time player?
- Yeah.

You got it wrong, man.

This man sittin' across
from you sits across from you with a fourth-grade education.

I got that,
and I got this here skin.

So, you know what I did?
I did what was best to feed my damn family.

I feel like
I made the right decisions. I kept it small.

Left the damn dope dealin'
alone and did what I'd known.

Just gals and numbers,
that's all I focused on.

Tried to build myself
a legitimate business.

- Legitimate.
- I tried to set myself up a legitimate business.

Gordon, you threw a party
for some of the most

dangerous, felonious men
in this country.

You ain't think that's gonna
come back on you somehow?

Look, you can't be one foot in
and one foot out on this thing.

You either a gangster
or you not.

And you not.

Well, I guess
I learned that lesson a little too late, didn't I?

Tell you what,
if I don't get out of this town tonight,

- I'm a dead man.
- The way I see it,

you either goin'
to the cemetery,

or you going to jail.

You can go try and find
some place to hide,

or you and I can finish
what we started.

We find the robbers
and clear your name.

That last one
don't sound too bad to me.

Getting good, youngsta.

- Well, I had a good teacher.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Hey, Mac, how long
we gonna be holed up in here, man?

Hopefully a day, tops.

I'm waiting on a call
from my guy about his fence.

Once we get paid off,
we should be good to go.

This guy your friend?

Yeah, we served together.

You trust him?

I got no choice, Ray.

Hey, so when you gonna tell me
what went down between y'all and the landlord?

(CHUCKLING) Oh,
we tuned his ass up good.

Damn it, Ray.

Ah, come on, man.
Me and you both know he had it comin'.

I don't like you getting
all chummy with Willie.

- What's with y'all, man?
- Ain't nothin' with us, man.

I done dealt with
kats like him before.

Always got something to prove.

But there ain't no light
at the end of that tunnel.

Well, at least he
stand up for hisself like a real man.

Everybody else I know
is some victim.

I ain't tryin' to be
no victim.

Look, I'm sorry
for getting you into this.

Sorry?

This is the coolest thing
I've ever done.

Ray, there ain't nothin' cool
about robbing.

This is a one-time thing.

One-time thing.

Put some more paint
on that brush.

Got it.

(VIVIAN EXHALES)

I used to dance with this girl
named Rena. Rena...

Rena outta New York.

Harlem, to be exact.

This broad used to
talk about Harlem like it was Black heaven.

Fashion, the culture,
the music.

She told me all about
the roaring '20s.

Billie Holliday,
Duke Ellington, Ella Fitzgerald.

She even told me she's seen
fine-ass Malcolm X preachin' on 125th.

(LAUGHS)

But outta all the stories
she told me about Harlem, the best one by far

is the one about this woman
named Stephanie St. Clair.

They called her Queenie.

Queenie was the biggest
numbers boss in New York in the '30s.

Man, this bitch, she was
pullin' in millions during the goddamn depression, Jack!

And she ain't answer
to no man either.

See, that's gonna be us.
A completely dickless operation from here on out.

MAXINE: Is you done yet?

'Cause you could have
said all that without the sermon, child.

(SIGHS)

The real question is,
how we gonna get these backwards niggas

to run the numbers
with us broads?

One thing I learned in life,
give a nigga a whiff of pussy

and he'll do anything
you want.

(SIGHS) So we hookin' too?
Girl, I'm retired.

VIVIAN: No, bitch.

We sell a little sex appeal.

All right.
Enough of the yik-yak. Who's in? Come on.

Here.

Uh... Oh.

- WOMAN: Ain't this some shit.
- VIVIAN: Come on then.

- (WOMEN MUTTERING
INDISTINCTLY) - Oh!

(SIGHS, MUMBLING)

Shit. Fuck!

(CLEARS THROAT)

Hmm...

Well, all right,
let's get to work.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hey.

So, uh, guess you heard.

Yes, sir.

Heard you put
Mason on his ass.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, I still got
suspended for it, so.

Hey, look. One of the shooters
that died in the woods, we ran his I.D.

He's a hitman
connected to Frank Moten.

Big-time gangster
outta New York.

Frank Moten, yeah.

- We saw him at the fight.
- (BELL DINGS)

I know we didn't find his I.D.

but I'm tellin' you,
he was at that damn party too, Romel.

Hold up. Witnesses didn't
put him there.

Those witnesses ain't gonna
drop a dime on Frank Moten.

They know what that man's
capable of.

All right. Well, Chief
had him picked up for questioning.

He in the box now.

Wait a minute.
He's in the box right now?

ROMEL: Yes, sir.

MASON: According to the NYPD,

you a person of interest
in several murder cases.

Not to mention
conspiracy, drug trafficking, racketeering.

So?

Since the robbery,
we've had six homicides.

Now, we may be a little slow
on the uptake, down here in Dixie,

but when two New York hitmen
show up dead,

along with the body
of a kid suspected in a gangland robbery,

you see why that would
spark our interest in you?

My mama taught me,
if it walk like a duck,

and talk like a duck,
it's a goddamn duck.

Oh, you finished?

I-I'm sorry.
I got a little lost in your redneck soliloquy.

Now, who exactly is the duck
in this aphorism?

You know what? I'm famished.

I think I'll just take
my lunch break early.

I got a tuna fish sandwich
with my name on it.

Between you and me,

those fuckers dumb enough
to rob some gangster,

then they got
what was comin' to 'em.

- It don't mean
you won't burn for it. - Lack of evidence

ain't never stopped
y'all from lynching or burning a nigga.

So you go ahead on,
light your matches...

Porky.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Now, how are we 'posed to be
running a dickless operation

- working for another nigga?
- Just for a little while

till we pay off the debt.

Well, how much is it?

- $50K.
- $50K? Bitch, hell, no. I'm gone.

- Wait, wait, wait,
wait, Maxine. - Girl, don't you block me

unless you wanna
get cut again.

Okay, Max, I...

Look, I don't mean it
like that, all right?

(SIGHS)

I need you with me on this.

Did Ms. Vivian Thomas say
she needs my help on something?

Look, I'm being serious, okay?
I-I can't do this without you.

(SIGHS)

Well, I need to know
what I'm getting myself into.

- Who's squeezing you?
- Some country thug that got robbed at the party.

I-I don't know
what this nigga capable of.

Now what the hell is that?

VIVIAN: That's our seed money.

- Don't lose it.
- Bitch, I ain't touchin' that.

Oh, you touched worse, hoe.

You keep playin'.

(DOOR OPENS)

HUDSON: Hey,
how ya doin'? Uh...

- You take it black, I assume.
- No, pep milk, heavy.

What can I say,
Mama spoiled me.

I'm the baby.

Well, we ain't
got none of that. Apologies. (CHUCKLES)

Detective Hudson.

Frank Moten.

Oh, I know you.
Yeah, you, uh...

You the Black Godfather.
Yeah, you got a nice ring to it there.

- We ain't responsible
for what the public calls us. - Mmm-hmm.

They call me a hoodlum.

We call you the pig.

Let me guess.

You the one they send in
when the blue klan can't get it done, huh?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Boy, I bet you come
through the door,

niggas let their guard
all the way down, don't they?

- When they see
your Black ass. (LAUGHING) - Yeah.

Ooh, yeah. Well,
I'm sorry though. I...

I can't tell you no more
than I told your partner.

Oh, that ain't my partner.

No, I hate that
redneck son of a bitch.

- I'm the one
that gave him the... - (LAUGHING)

- Well, you learned somethin'
from Ali. - Yes, sir.

- Oh, I bet that felt good.
- Oh, it did. It did.

I was watching you
through the glass. You...

You gave a real
savvy interview, Mr. Moten.

Oh, well,
this ain't my first rodeo.

But, you know, you... we can
cut all the formalities.

Just call me Frank.

Well, Frank, uh...

you surely are interesting
to the NYPD.

I'm a real interesting
person. (GRUNTS)

They've been after my ass
for years, you know?

But I'll tell you something,
Detective.

There's way more police
in New York

that wish I was greasing
their pockets,

than want to put me in cuffs.

That some kind
of a subtle bribe?

I'm a multi-millionaire,
Detective.

Now, if I was asking you
to do me a special favor...

(CHUCKLES) wouldn't be
nothin' subtle about it.

Okay.

Uh, recall your
Heights robbery.

What you know about it?
I mean, you was there.

Unfortunate ending
to a very special night.

How much they get off you?

Oh, you know, just some cash
and bullshit jewelry.

I got way more
of that shit at home.

Still, I'd like to
try to get a number.

If you don't mind.
I mean, that way, uh,

we can get
a accurate counting.

In case we're
able to, you know,

- recover your property.
- Huh.

You ever
been robbed, Detective?

No, I can't say that I have.

You know, robbery is
a very special violation.

See, when you get robbed,
they take more than just your valuables.

- They take your reputation.
- Hmm.

They take your dignity,
your pride.

Things that is hard to put
a quantifiable dollar amount to.

HUDSON: Hmm.

Not too far
from the party in the woods,

I found Lena Mosley dead
with a bullet in her head.

And stretched out on the lawn
was Boone Davis, shotgun blast through the chest.

Just last night in the woods,

Andre Muse, a bunch of bullets
in the back.

And right here in this room,

young Tommy Hayes died
right on that spot.

Now, you ask their parents
and their loved ones to put a price on their lives,

I imagine they'd come up with
a very similar answer that you gave.

Except for the whole
pride and dignity, and all that bullshit,

'cause that's all that is.

- Georgia?
- Born and raised.

(LAUGHS)

Look at us.

Ah, two Georgia niggas
done carved out their own space in the world.

I bet we have more in common
than we like to believe.

No.

I'm not lookin' to make
no new friends, Mr. Moten.

And you officially
on my radar.

Well, I guess we better
make sure we don't run into each other no more.

Now, that sound like a threat.

And that sounds like,
you think you worthy of being threatened.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

Guess who I just
had a chat with.

- Who?
- Frank Moten.

What's the matter?

Cat got your tongue?

Yeah. Frank was
at your party, Chicken.

Shit, at your party.
He was probably the guest of honor.

I didn't know that being
at a party was a crime.

- You lied to me, man.
- Oh, stop it, Hudson.

Look, the only thing
I care about right now is protecting my goddamn family.

Then fucking come clean, man!

Come clean about what, Hudson?

You wanna know if I saw
Frank Moten shoot somebody in the face right in front of me?

Or maybe that I overheard him
strangle Silky to death on the goddamn phone?

I mean, fuck!
If we got to ask people in the streets

about the 20 tales
and what they know, we'll be here all goddamn day!

And none of it matter,
'cause ain't nobody gonna testify.

Now, I may be
a two-bit hustler, but what I'm not is a fool.

Now, it was Frank's party.
Okay? I told you that.

But I ain't seen him
afterwards.

And I damn sure know nothin'
about him killing no robbers.

And that's the truth.

Now, we doin' this or not?

Where we goin'?

Gonna pay Andre's uncle
a visit.

Why we gonna go see Ed?
Andre dead.

Exactly.

Man ain't got no reason
to try and protect him now.

- Yeah.
- (CAR ENGINE STARTS)

LAMAR: Hey, boss.

Nothin' I like better
than starting my day

being interrogated
by the fucking police.

- I'm sorry, boss.
- Thought I told you to keep things quiet.

Whose idea was it

to have motherfuckers
running around with a machine gun?

I thought the chopper
was an excellent choice.

So it was your goddamn idea.

Just didn't anticipate
the pig.

In the midst
of all this noise,

you still ain't found
the Chicken Man.

I've got some good news
on that front.

- (SCOFFS)
- (PHONE RINGING)

Look like I need to have
the Atlanta Register on my payroll.

Hello?
It's Cadillac, boss.

(SIGHS) The fuck
this nigga want?

FRANK: Cadillac.

How's things at my favorite
Jersey juke joint?

It's booming, Frank.

Like always.

Listen, um, I know it's been
a pretty rough week for you and all.

I was thinking maybe
you might wanna take a little time off, you know?

I'll come down there
and take over this great Chicken hunt.

And let you get a little R&R
while I deal with the Firm and their little mess.

And, um, just why would
the Firm need dealing with?

It ain't nothing you really
need to concern yourself with, Frank.

Oh, I'll be the judge
of what needs my concern.

And, uh, there's been
some utterance,

you know,
some chitter chatter about...

about people questioning
your leadership qualities right now.

And just who
would that be, Lac?

HUDSON: Yeah, we did
everything we could to save Andre's life.

Damn. Damn. Damn!

God damn it!

And the same man
that killed Andre,

they tryin' to kill
Chicken Man. We...

We just wanna put
a stop to it.

God, that boy was doomed
from the start, man.

And all due respect,
Chicken,

I didn't even think that you
had the pills to do some type of score like that, man.

Yeah, why don't you go on
and tell that to the Black Mob.

Better yet, even the cops.

I'm just gonna give it
to you straight. I got about 24 hours to clear my name.

And if I don't get it done
in that time, well, then,

me and mines...

well, we gonna be
lookin' to flippin' 'em toe tags as well.

Look, we just need any info
you can give us, Ed. Anything.

- Okay? Any info at all.
- Listen, listen.

I wish I could, fellas.

- I wish I could.
- Hey, Ed, look, look, we...

We got a lot more in common
than you think, man.

What in the hell
do we got in common?

Our love for this city.

Hey, look, we all
community men here.

We got some
lawbreakers among us, but there's a big difference

between making a buck
or two under the table

and what's goin' on
in them streets out there right now, man.

- Man...
- Ed, listen. Young Atlantans is dying.

And if we don't
put a stop to it,

we're gonna lose everything
that we done fought for.

- And Andre would've died
for nothing. - (SIGHS)

How about it?

I'm gonna give you one name.

And you mustn't talk
in my doorstep again.

- McKinley Rogers.
- McKinley Rogers?

McKinley Rogers.

Come on.

- You know who that is?
- CHICKEN MAN: No.

VIVIAN: If we gonna earn
enough to pay Mo Slim back and earn a damn profit,

we gonna have to
upgrade our clientele.

Now, how you figure
we gonna do that?

We gonna integrate
the numbers game.

Hmm.

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Gimme the bridge now ♪

MAN: Well, well, well.

♪ I feel like busting loose
Busting loose ♪

♪ Gimme the bridge now ♪

♪ I feel like busting loose
Busting loose now ♪

♪ Busting loose in the evening
Busting loose Can be pleasing ♪

♪ Talking 'bout
Busting loose y'all ♪

♪ Busting loose
In the meantime... ♪

VIVIAN: We just
changin' our strategy, goin' after the big fish.

Hey, there, sugar.
You wanna play the numbers?

Oh, I'll play
any game with you.

How's it work?

Oh, it's really simple.

All you gotta do
is bet any amount or any three number combination,

and if your number hits
by the end of the day,

- you get paid.
- So it's like a lottery.

Baby, this better
than the lottery

'cause we all about
our customer service.

MAN: Can you
teach me how to play?

Well, you got money, sugar?

Then get your pasty ass
up here.

♪ I feel like busting loose
Busting loose ♪

♪ I said sha la, come on ♪

CHICKEN MAN: What you doing
all this for?

Why don't you just kick open
the goddamn door like they do in Dragnet?

- HUDSON: Man,
that's a fake door. - You shittin' me?

- Not on Dragnet.
- HUDSON: Hey, McKinley, you in here?

- Hang on a second. Hang on.
- I got you.

(SIGHS)

There's stuff everywhere.
Looks like we got ourselves a family man.

- That's his daughter.
- Yeah, a hero, too.

Military man.

Why you tryin' to act like
you care about these medals?

Come on, go somewhere
with that bullshit right now, Chicken.

(EXHALES) Okay,
I'm just telling what it is.

Hey, J.D.

What? What you got?

I know him.

- Him?
- I know him.

That's the goddamn man
that was with Silky at the Clermont.

That's who was
gonna host the party.

I thought
you hosted the party.

No, not in the beginning.

This dead-eyed nigga here,

he had the job
originally, right?

He was the original host.
When I found that out, I tried to smooth talk Silky.

Silky then hit him
with the bait and switch. That's how I got the gig.

Mmm-hmm.
And when was you gonna tell me this?

What'd I tell you
about that for?

I ain't thinking that much,
he just a nigga I met.

Think, Chicken.
You stole this man's gig.

- Come on, now.
- He got motive from here to Timbuktu.

So, you think he like
the mastermind behind this?

Well, he's definitely
a person of interest.

You get a name?

I don't remember no name.

Just keep looking.

(SIGHS) Oh, dog.

Hey, hang on.

Well, who do you think
Charmaine is?

I don't know.

Let's see if we can find out.

(SIGHS)

CHICKEN MAN:
McKinley's wife works here?

Sure your people
ain't give you no bad information?

I mean, the only Black people
working in that building

is ones
cleaning the goddamn toilets.

Nah, Romel said
she work at the makeup counter.

Okay, I'mma
go talk to her. You stay out of sight.

You gonna go in there
and arrest her?

Maybe do that.
Maybe you could scare her into turning over on McKinley.

What I'mma arrest her for?

I don't know.
Go make somethin' up.

- Quite sure it ain't
your first time doin' it. - You wanna go do it?

My face is all over
the goddamn papers.

- No, I don't.
- All right, hang tight.

- Jesus.
- Hurry up, man.

Hi. Have you tried
our new sample?

- WOMAN: Yes, thank you.
- There you go.

WOMAN: Thank you.
I appreciate it.

- Hi. This is our new
scent of the week. - WOMAN: Hi.

Hello. Oh, yes. Thank you.

HUDSON: Ms. Charmaine Johnson?

I'm Detective J.D. Hudson.

If this is about Mac,
it ain't got nothing to do with me.

Ma'am, there are some
very dangerous men looking for your ex-husband,

and I need to find him.

(SIGHS) What did he do?

Well, right now,
he's just a person of interest on a robbery case.

The one all over the news?

Yes, ma'am.

Look, whatever Mac's in
is on him.

And if someone else
come knockin', I'm gonna tell 'em the same.

Come on, Hudson, goddamn.

Charmaine,
these men are killers,

okay?

They gonna have
no problem killin' again.

Now, let me help this man.

Listen, I can't get involved.

It's best for me
and my family, okay?

Now, if you're not
buying anything,

I'm gonna have to ask you
to move on.

If you care about
this man at all, convince him to come in.

- WOMAN: Hi.
- Here.

Thank you.

Shit.

HUDSON: Hey, freeze.
(CHUCKLES) I'm just messing with you.

- Officer J.D. Hudson.
Downtown. Detective. - OFFICER: Yeah.

Uh, ain't y'all boys
a little bit off the reservation?

You-You District Two,
ain't you?

Oh, yeah. You guarded Ali.

Guilty as charged.

Jenkins wants all hands
on deck, trying to find a Chicken Man.

- Chicken Man?
- OFFICER: Yes, sir.

Well, good luck
with that scoundrel.

Don't let me keep you.
Appreciate you, officers.

(SIGHS)

- (EXHALES)
- Look like you got a little hustle in you, too.

Yeah. I think you may be
rubbing off on me.

- (ENGINE STARTS)
- Damn, "Looking for Chicken Man."

VIVIAN: All right,
step right up, gentlemen. That's right.

Make sure
y'all have y'all money.

- MAXINE: Today could be
your lucky day. - (OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

- That's right. Come on.
- Here you go, baby.

- MAN: Oh.
- VIVIAN: That's right.

- That's right. Mmm-hmm. Next.
- Thank you, thank you.

Yeah!

- What-What's going on?
- MAXINE: Good Lord!

- Who y'all playing
the numbers with? - Come on. That's right.

- MAN: Maxine fine ass.
- Right here, baby. Right here. Oh, man.

Her and Viv took over
from Chicken Man.

- They what?
- Yeah.

And I ain't got paid
one red cent of my winnings.

- What?
- VIVIAN: Today is your lucky day! That's right.

If y'all know
what's good by you, you take your money

and spend it
someplace else.

Uh, what are you talkin'
about, Sully?

Huh? You-you been playing
the numbers with us for years.

Bad them days is over, sista',

'cause the other day,
I hit for 250 smackeroos

and Chicken Man
ain't paid me squat.

Well, it looks like
you need to be taking that up with Chicken.

Well, he a fugitive
from justice, so I'm takin' it up with y'all.

Besides, y'all affiliated.
I'm telling ya, no, they don't pay their winners.

If I was y'all,
I'd get my money back.

- That true, Viv? Wait, wait.
- Yeah, but... (STUTTERS)

Did you say that they're
colleagues of that robber all over the news?

He ain't rob nobody.

- SULLY: I'm just saying.
- Here you go, Sully.

- Oh, what...
- Five hundred smackeroos.

(SULLY LAUGHING)

Viv, you didn't owe me
but $250.

Call it interest, sugar.

- Yeah! (EXCLAIMING EXCITEDLY)
- VIVIAN: See that?

None of our clients
have to wait to get paid.

So y'all go tell
all your friends.

- Mmm-hmm.
- (SIGHS)

- Now, what the fuck
you do that for, Viv? - Look.

Numbers is
about confidence, okay.

If they think we ain't
out here paying people, we dead in the water, Jack.

- How much
we done brought in? - Just a little over $1,200.

Minus the five that
we just had to surrender over to Sully.

What you gonna tell Mo Slim?

You know he gonna be
expectin' that five grand.

(SIGHS)

I'll figure somethin' out.

Yeah, I hope so.

- Boy, don't give me that shit
right there. (CHUCKLES) - Ah...

I thought you country
motherfuckers supposed to be good at spades, man.

- I mean, we are.
- Yeah.

I just been lettin' you cheat.

You holdin' back a card,

been dealin' from the bottom
since the second frame.

You got a sharp eye.

Why you keep quiet?

You the one with the gun.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, man, I have a question.

Is the pizza up north as good
as they say it is?

A slice'll change your life.

- (BLOWS)
- What else do you know?

Only what I see
from the movies.

- I ain't been past Augusta.
- Past Augusta?

- Yeah.
- Aw, shit. Now, you a country boy for real.

- (LAUGHS)
- Nah, we gotta expand your horizons, young one.

We ought to get you out there,
huh, dozer?

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah.

Your boy Mac
been gone a long time.

- What ain't you telling me?
- I told you, man.

- Hmm?
- He had an emergency with his kid.

And you believe that shit?

Mac ain't never lied to me.

Hey, what's going on?
Is everything okay?

- Where's Shelly?
- CHARMAINE: No, Mac.

- Mac.
- Where she at?

The police came to my job
looking for you.

- What they want?
- Some dangerous men are after you.

And he was trying to help you.

(SCOFFS) Is that what he said?

Come on, Charmaine.
That's some cop bullshit.

They say that shit
to make you think they care, then they try to fuck you.

You got some real nerve, Mac.

(SIGHS) Look,
I'm-I'm telling you, this cop is different.

You should talk to him.

He was a vet like you.

Like me?

Yeah, this is
good work here, Detective.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

You really love that
watermelon-head motherfucker, huh?

You know, you a real asshole.

You gotta get sharper, man.

Think about what the next man
trying to figure out.

See what he thinking.

I bet you Mac
ain't never taught you that shit, huh?

Mac is the salt of the earth.
He helped raise me.

Lena and Tommy, too.

Yeah, and look
what it did for them.

See, I could use
a sharp young motherfucker like you,

up in the city.
See, you like that?

Imagine what we could do
up there.

You'd make a fuckin' killin'.

All them jive-ass gangsters
got too much money than they can even fucking count.

They won't even notice
that shit missin'.

All right. So when we gonna
go over there and make the arrest?

Eh, we ain't.
All we got now is pretty thin.

CHICKEN MAN:
What you mean, pretty thin?

What the hell we doing here
if we're not gonna go over there

- and grab the suspect
that can help clear my name? - We're gonna follow McKinley.

He's gonna take us
to the loot.

- That's evidence,
then we can arrest him. - No, come on.

That's too risky
and you know it.

We need to go over there
and grab him and have him take us to the loot...

- That's what we do right now.
- No. Hey... Shut the door, Chicken.

Listen... (SIGHS) I can't.

What you mean, you can't?

I'm not a cop right now.

After the shit show
last night,

Jenkins took my badge.

Okay? I'm not a cop right now.

If we don't
do this thing right,

it's not just suspensions
we gonna be talking about.

We both gonna go
to the clink.

Why can't we do
a citizen arrest then?

Them crackers do it
all the time in the movies.

- Why can't we go over there
and do that? - All we got is the uncle

of a dead robbery suspect
who gave us this guy's name.

That ain't no evidence.

Besides, we don't even know
who's all mixed up in this thing.

Who's at the top of it.

You don't think it's McKinley?

Why would you do that robbery
and then hang around Atlanta, just waiting to get caught?

CHICKEN MAN: Yeah.

No, I-I'm thinking
that these locals, they're taking their orders

- from somebody else.
- Who?

Well, we follow McKinley,
hopefully we gonna find that out.

Okay, you just
gonna have to trust me on this one.

Best shot we got
at clearing your name.

(BELL DINGS)

If it ain't my favorite hen.
You better have some eggs for the coop.

Looking a little light
in the ass there, sugar.

VIVIAN: Look, we gonna need
some more time.

They still connecting us
to Chicken.

And his name
ain't shit right now.

He should've thought of that
when he was hiring security.

I didn't get
this far in the game

by lettin' motherfuckers
short me for my cash.

So we'll have to find
other ways for you to work off your debt.

(CHUCKLES)

Look, honey, why don't
you go get you somethin' to eat.

And why don't you
come over here and make me feel good.

Excuse me?

I ain't askin'!

Yeah.

These dogs ain't gonna
wash themselves, baby.

(LAUGHING)

Yeah.

There you go, baby.

There you go.

(BELL DINGS)

What happened? You bust
your toenail lettin' Chicken get away? Again.

(CHUCKLES)

Found the little nigga
one time when you jive turkeys couldn't.

I'll find him again,

as long as I got his bitch.

Me and you got some shit
we need to talk about without her.

(SLIM CLICKS TONGUE)

I don't hide nothing

from my pets.

It has come to my attention

that certain members
of the Firm are displeased

with my strategic vision.
By certain members,

I mean your ass.

(CHUCKLES)

Ah. (SIGHS)

Look, pops...

You had a Hall of Fame run.
It was stellar.

But you old as fuck now,
nigga. Why don't you move to the side

and let some new blood in?

Did you rob me,

Missouri Slim?

Did you just disrespect me,
Frank Moten?

FRANK: Oh, I'm sorry, sir!

Did you rob me,
you dog-dick motherfucker?

SLIM: No, pops.

I didn't rob you
'cause if I did, you'd be dead.

You old decrepit
son of a bitch!

Fuck, give--

(BREATH TREMBLING)

We gonna leave you to it.

(WHIMPERING)

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Don't you ever be sad ♪

♪ Lean on me
When the times are bad ♪

♪ When the day comes
And you are down ♪

♪ In a river of trouble
And about to drown ♪

(INAUDIBLE)

♪ Just hold on, I'm comin' ♪

♪ Hold on, I'm comin' ♪

♪ I'm on my way, your lover ♪

♪ If you get cold, yeah
I will be your cover ♪

♪ Don't have to worry
'Cause I'm here ♪

♪ No need to suffer, baby
'Cause I'm near ♪

♪ Just hold on, I'm comin' ♪

♪ Hold on, I'm comin' ♪

♪ Hold on, I'm comin' ♪

♪ Hold on, I'm comin' ♪

♪ Lookie here
Reach out to me ♪

♪ For satisfaction, yeah ♪

(GRUNTS)

♪ Call my name, yeah ♪

Guess what I heard.

EMERSON: What, boss?

- Frank retired Mo Slim.
- Jesus.

Uh, he gonna start a war.
What you wanna do?

Nothing whatsoever.

You know,
when I planned the robbery...

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I anticipated that the Firm
would finally see that Frank wasn't that all powerful,

and an invincible entity
everybody assumed he was.

All these other dominos

would fall into their
respective places,

and the Firm would ultimately,

want me to put things back
in their relative order.

Speaking of the robbery,
they all lookin' to up their stake.

It's hazard pay
since their crew been dropping.

You have autonomy to give them
whatever they ask,

just as long as
they never receive it.

Now, come on, Lac.
I made promises.

Come on in the cage.

No, you ain't gonna need that.

You gonna be my catcher.

- Help me focus.
- I ain't got no glove.

Get set.

Did I ever tell you
that I used to play shortstop for the Jacksonville Suns?

My mama was so proud.

(GRUNTS)

Her boy was playing
for the Triple-A.

(PANTING)

You know, one night,
one of my fellow teammates

wanted to celebrate
his birthday at some little...

resort town called
Jekyll Island.

He had heard that Otis Redding
was gonna be playin' at this little hot spot

called The Dolphin Club.

Unfortunately, we never got
to see Otis Redding play

'cause shortly after
we arrived...

we got into a quarrel

with some local
inbred crackers.

Long story short.

They took a bat to my knee
and ended my career.

My dreams died that day.

And so should theirs.

So I want you
to take those boys out to...

Jekyll Island
and take care of 'em.

Including Willie Black.

I don't need that
loudmouth motherfucker coming back to bite me.

Okay, look.
Fuck Willie Black, all right.

I dig that,
but Mac is my peoples.

I owe that man my life.

(YELPS) Fuck!

(GROANS) Fuck!

Perhaps you didn't
hear me clearly.

I need them
to be retired permanently.

EMERSON: Fuck!

CHICKEN MAN:
You think that's where they holed up at?

This don't look like
no bad air to me.

I don't see nothin' seedy.

Yeah, well...

only one way to know for sure.
I'm gonna go take a look. Just stay in the car.

Hey, man. Shelly okay?

- Yeah, she's all right.
- Where the fuck you been?

Man just told you, didn't he?
Checkin' on my daughter.

Yeah, but how I know you
was really doing that?

Well, you could've been
out there talkin' to the cops or some shit.

The cops?
Get the hell outta here, man.

No, Mac. We've been here
all motherfucking day

while you been outside
prancin' around.

I just wanna know
where the fuck you was at.

Not right now, all right?
Get the fuck out of my way.

McKINLEY: If you don't get
the fuck out of my face...

WILLIE: Look, nigga,
give me the fucking answer.

Call your bitch.

Get her on the phone.
I wanna ask her.

Get the fuck
out of my way, nigga. I ain't gonna ask you again.

Before this shit
gets real worse.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Yeah, it's Emerson.

Nigga, where the fuck
you been at?

(SIGHS) I had a little hiccup.

I need y'all to meet me
in Jekyll Island.

All right?
The fence will meet us there.

There's too much heat
in Atlanta.

Fuck all that.
Now, I lost four of my peoples

to this shit.
I ain't movin' a goddamn inch until you

tell me what the fuck
I need to know.

EMERSON: Mac! Man, it's me
talking to you, nigga.

Enough of your crew is dead.

I'm tryin' to get you
as far away from this shit as possible.

Jekyll Island,
The Dolphin Club.

You'll get your answers.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What'd he say?

To Jekyll Island.

We'll fence the loot there.

- Mmm.
- McKINLEY: Move it.

Let's roll.

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

Sounds good.

McKINLEY: That sound good?
Yeah, get in and drive.

Yeah, they headin' out.
Couldn't do nothin',

not with them kids showin' up.
It's too risky.

Hold up.

Here they go.

♪ I'm gonna stand over here ♪

♪ Watch you work it out... ♪

CHICKEN MAN: Where
do you think they goin'?

No idea.

♪ I'm gonna stand over here ♪

So what now?

Now we follow 'em.

Wait till we can get the drop.

♪ Hey, girl, don't believe
I can make it ♪

♪ I don't believe
I can take it ♪

Let's finish this.

♪ I'll just stand here
And fake it, oh ♪

♪ And watch you shakin'
And workin' it all night ♪

♪ Come on now, baby ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ Baby, one more time
For the fellas ♪

♪ And just let me
Tell you here ♪

♪ Now when you move
Like that ♪

♪ Girl, I just have to say ♪

♪ Now when you move
Like that ♪

♪ Girl, I just have to say ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Hey, girl, now
Can you do it? ♪

♪ You turn me on
When you do it ♪

♪ You said you would
And I knew it, oh ♪

♪ Back up too
And just work it all out ♪

♪ Do that for me now ♪

♪ Come on, fellas
Play it real pretty for me ♪

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