All language subtitles for Power Book III Raising Kanan - S02E10 WEB.eng

Previously on Raising Kanan...

Give me what you got, nigga.

You ain't gonna do shit, Famous.

This right here is Zisa,

and the track's called
"Bruise."

I can't have Raq touching
this label.

Assuming Crown Camacho's
dancing days are over,

I want half of his half.

Cartier ain't the type to just

let people walk away from him.

You and me reach an agreement,

I'll handle Cartier.

So when you gonna
give me those digits?

- We not like that.
- Well, not yet we not.

Don't you see
I'm trying to save you?

Fucked up shit happen
to fucked up people,

and I'm fucked up.

So I'm sorry.

I'ma try to do good now.

We said no more secrets, Kanan.

We did.

There something you
wanna say to me,

you should probably say it.

I know you my father, man.

And I been knowin'.

If I do this,

it's outside my family.

Oh, fuck.

His name was Marco Boselli,

Sal's son.

We found the person
who was with Marco.

It's Dominic.

I'm a big believer
in balance and karma, Raq.

So I'm telling you,
your brother has to go.

Hey, Marvin.

Yo.

I think that Howard
and Raquel Thomas

slept together
when she was underage,

and Kanan Stark is his kid.

The thing that I can't
figure out is how this all

tracks back to the shooting.

Sam here says he's got an ID
on Howard's shooter.

Yeah, we already been down
that road with you, Sam.

I was fucked up that night,
but I remember now.

You need to get on this bus
and never come back.

If I see you again,
I gotta put you down.

Ha ha. That's right.

Never got into dope.

Never wanted nothin' or nobody
controllin' me but me.

Ain't no pipe gonna tell me
what to do.

When them drugs
get a hold of you,

they grab you
by your motherfuckin' throat

and take everything you got
until there ain't nothin' left

but what you holdin'
in your grimy-ass hand,

and you still keep smokin',

'cause that shit
your whole damn life.

Tryin' to do right
up in this motherfucker.

Look what you made me do.

Yo, Marv, man, I'm about
to get on that bus, man.

I got my ticket

and my motherfuckin' snacks
right here...

I couldn't have been
any clearer, nigga.

I said go,

and don't never come back.

Listen, I'm goin', Marv.

For real, you ain't gonna
never see Sam never again.

I'm just gonna be a rumor
on these fuckin' streets, man.

I'll be a damn ghost out here.

That bus done came and went, nigga.

We've passed that.
Time to move on.

Yo, let me get
this last hit then.

You ain't know
I was an accountant.

Downtown fuckin' with them
Price Waterhouse niggas.

I have my CPA and all that.

Ain't that some shit?

Motherfuckers trusted Sam
with they money.

Had me countin' that shit,

addin' it up and all that.

I even had my own motherfuckin'
cubicle out this bitch.

Took one hit
of this crack rock, though,

all that shit went up in smoke,

and here the fuck we are.

- And here we are.
- Yo, Marv...

...sometimes in life,
you turn that corner,

and you can't go back again.

Everybody talk
about them crossroads

down south where you sell
your soul to the devil.

Fuck that.

I seen the devil posted up
on Guy Brewer,

and that nigga ain't buyin'.

He sellin'.

You pay him that dime,
he take your soul,

and he ain't givin'
the shit back.

It's his and his for good.

You a wild girl, Raquel Thomas.

I'm about my business, 'Nique.

It's all these other niggas
out here wilin'.

Sal Boselli is comin' for you.

And I bet you told him
where to find me.

Now, you know I ain't
the kind of nigga

to go tellin'.

It's not who I am.

Sal's comin'.

No doubt about it.

There's gonna be some blood
in our streets.

Our streets and their streets.

I ain't never been afraid
of that.

It is what it is.

Look...

soon as this Jersey shit
is over and done with,

I'ma be worldwide.

New markets, new opportunities,
new money.

I could use heads
who know how this shit work.

You want me to hustle for you?

I mean, you already hustlin'
for me.

I'm offerin' you
something bigger.

This right here's
the ground floor,

and we ain't goin'
nowhere but up.

Know what?

I'ma have to pass,
though, baby,

respectfully and whatnot.

You know, just I ain't built
to be nobody's employee.

Know what I'm saying?

Besides, me and Worrell,
we about to move on

to greener pastures
and shit anyway,

set up our own shingle,
so to speak.

Shit, you know how we do.

Well, as long as your business
don't bump into mine,

'cause my elbows
is real sharp these days.

You know, they broke the mold
when they made you, baby.

You ever catch feelings
for me, Raq?

This nigga talkin' crazy.

They say most romances start
at the office,

heads bumpin' into each other

at the water cooler
and whatnot.

I'm just wonderin'
if you ever favor me like that.

We ain't got no water cooler,

and the last time I checked,
you and me,

we was tryin' to kill
each other for a hot second.

Well, you know what they say.

It's a thin line.

Stay up, though, baby.

Always.

Yo, if you gonna
keep campin' out here,

I'ma need you
to start kickin' in.

I scraped together what I could
to last us, like, another week,

but it's lookin' mad shaky
after that.

Yeah, I hear you, brother.

Thing is, my pockets
not exactly fat lately neither.

Yo, what you think about
gettin' back on the corner?

And sellin' what, nigga?

That ass?

I could get us work, Fame.

Your ass gotta be down
for the crime.

50-60 pieces like we had before

ain't gonna pay
these bills, nigga.

We need more than that.

I got it.

And Raq just gonna give you
that shit?

I don't need her
to give me nothin'.

That shit is mine.

Shit been mine.

What the fuck?

Let me get in that booth.

I thought we were taking
a couple weeks off

'cause of Cartier.

I only said that 'cause
my parents got all scared

that him getting shot
had something to do

with this music business.

But I told them Cartier
made enemies everywhere,

and nobody's getting murdered
because of a fuckin' song.

I made a beat for myself.

Check you out.

I'm a artist, Lou,

a creator.

Word.

You better recognize.

Get in there.

Let's do this.

What's up, y'all?

Yo, I gotta get these shoes
for work.

I'ma hit you.

So you thought you could just

play me like that,
you snitch-ass motherfucker?

You crazy fuckin' bitch!

That date was a setup

you, my moms,
and the church cooked up.

Sister Kenya asked me to do it.

Said she was worried about
the choices you was making.

Wanted me to see
if you like niggas,

and I told her
you just a dyke-ass bitch

that's too ugly
to get with me anyway...

Got a dyke-ass bitch
for you right here.

Come on.

Can I get with you now, nigga?

Bitch, can I get with you now?

Hey, enough!
Grab her!

We all good, man.

Shit, we was just kickin' it.

Tell 'em, Corey,
that's just how we do.

We just friends, man.

That's my guy.

I was just showin' him
some love.

She jumped me, man.

That bitch sucker punched me
from behind.

Pussy-ass nigga saw me coming

and didn't do shit about it,
bitch-ass motherfucker.

Shit.

Aye, listen up.

I'm looking for Sam.
Any of you seen him around?

I'll get a wagon in here
and haul all you in.

Anyone seen Sam?

Man, fuck Sam.

You seen him recently?

Yeah, man.

That nigga pockets
was all fat the other day.

He ain't wanna share
none of that love with nobody,

greedy-ass motherfucker.

Where's Sam been smokin'?

House at 107 and Inwood.

They be actin' all saditty
over there and shit,

'cause they spot got a heater.

Gotta know you before they let
you in the door and shit.

Man, fuck all them,

and like I said, fuck Sam.

You got an exact address?

Yeah.

1600 Smoke Spot Way, bitch.

Home of the fuckin'
Fiend family.

Motherfuckin' cop

that don't know what
a crack house look like?

Fuck outta here.

Thanks for the help.

Fuck you, Five-O.

- Hey.
- Can I help you?

Here to see Stefano.

Come on.

They're all right, Giorgio.

Stay here.

Hey.

- Hey, Sal.
- Hey.

- How are you?
- Good.

Good to see you.

I swear to God you got taller.

Is that possible?

You still growin',
you cocksucker?

Or did I just get shorter?

That's what it is. I knew it.

Fuck me. I'm shrinkin', huh?

Jesus Christ.

You keep gettin' more handsome,
though, Stefano.

Hey, Sally,
take it easy with that...

That greasy Jersey
bullshit of yours.

I'm not fallin' for it.

I got outta the shower
this morning,

caught myself in the mirror.

Marone a mi,
my balls look ten years younger

than my fuckin' face.

Hey, uh, on a much more
serious note, I, uh...

I was terribly saddened to hear
about the loss of your son.

I-I mean, it's...
it's unbearable.

Well, his mother and I,
we're gonna miss him

for the rest of our lives.

Of course you will.

No child should
predecease their parent.

I appreciate the kind words.

I'll pass them along to Teresa.

Please do.

So, uh, I got an issue

in your neck of the woods here, Stefano,

and it could get
a little hairy,

but before I got loud,
I want to make sure

I checked in with you first.

She visited me.

- Who?
- The Tootsie Roll from Jamaica.

- She came here?
- Uh-huh.

Fuckin' stones on her.

Please accept my apologies
for the bother.

I didn't want this
to become a concern of yours.

Yeah, well, little too late
for that, right, Sally?

All right, look, she told me
about your disagreement,

and I'm gonna tell you
what I told her.

I don't want nothin' to do
with the fuckin' moolies.

All right,
this is your problem, not mine.

Our garbage goes out to Jersey,

not the other way around.

You deal with this quickly
and completely,

and then, Sally, do me a favor.

Stay the fuck on your side
of the river.

You won't hear about it again.

Oh, hey, Sal.

Eh, you know, your dark friend,

she did manage to buy herself
a 29-gallon tank,

couple of bags of bettas,
oscars, and some swordtails.

Let me get the biggest tank
you got.

That a boy, that a boy.

Hey, Giorgio!

Show Mr. Boselli
the Aqua Dream, eh?

Marone a mi, 394 gallons.

I mean, it's so big

you could race fuckin' Flipper
in the thing.

Yeah.

- Okay.
- Okay.

The fuck is you doin', Kanan?

Gettin' work.

Gettin' work?
Is that what you call it?

'Cause to me,
it look like you stealin',

and I know it ain't the first
time you done it neither.

We had a light count
a while back.

I'm thinkin' that was you.

How the hell I'm gonna steal
from myself, Marvin?

This shit belong to me.

Your moms gonna need to know.

I don't give a fuck
what she knows.

You're good.

Were you here at the time?

Maybe.

Did you see or hear anything?

Like what?

Mr. Ventura,
there was a kid shot to death

just a few feet away from where
I'm standing right now.

If you were here,
you would've heard something.

I guess I don't remember.

'Cause that's easy to forget,

someone gettin' shot right
outside your fuckin' door.

If anything happens
to come to you,

reach out.

So 'Nique,
he ain't know nothin',

and I ain't tell him shit.

That nigga 'Nique
only care about 'Nique.

I mean,

I can't blame him for that.

Look, I just wanted to know
if he was throwin' in

with these
salami motherfuckers.

Look.

I got some shooters comin' in

to help y'all
put in this work tonight,

and I got assurances
from the don

out at the fish shop
in Howard Beach

that he ain't gonna
be steppin' in.

So ain't no cavalry gonna be

comin' in to back these fools.

No 'Nique, no other
macaroni motherfuckers.

It's just gonna be us and them,
straight up.

Look, I ain't even gonna lie.

All right, it's gonna get worse
before it get better.

That's the rhythm and flow
of this shit.

It always has been.

You know, it ain't always
gonna be predictable.

There gonna be
some twists and turns,

but once we show these
motherfuckers who we are,

ain't nobody gonna
fuck with us,

not here, not there,
not anywhere.

Look, in the big picture,

this shit ain't even
a bump in the road, fellas.

It's a lane change, that's all.

My foot is still
on the fuckin' gas.

Executed, both of 'em.

Execution feels like
a stretch to me.

They're crackheads, Burke.

They most likely died
over crackhead stuff.

Sam was gonna go on the record
about your shooting.

He already did.

He didn't have anything to say.

Well, he remembered something
the other day.

Said he bumped into the shooter
around the neighborhood,

and it knocked something open
in his head.

I liked Sam.

Hell, over the years,
he gave me some solid intel,

but he wasn't
what anyone would describe

as a reliable witness.

What you gettin' at anyway?

Sam catchin' these slugs
is connected to my shooting?

I don't know. You tell me.

Is it connected?

You gotta stop
with this bullshit, Burke.

Hey, are you guys hungry?

- Y'all want something to eat?
- Nah, nah, we good.

Yo, I'll get with you later.

- Yo, you a'ight?
- Nah.

Not at all.

Remember when your little
brother used to be

that nigga we could count on?

Still is, though.

Just don't want nobody
to get hurt, that's all.

Since when you start
takin' up for him?

Kid done left you holdin'
the bag more than anybody.

He ain't hesitate
when a motherfucker

took a shot at me, though.

Kanan came
through Baisley today

to grab up a bunch of work.

Called him out on it.

Told him I was gonna
dime him out to you.

He ain't give a fuck.

Just kept goin'.

How much he take?

Couple G-packs.

Look, I'ma deal with Kanan.

All right, you just focus
on the business at hand.

Show these Italians
that we not fuckin' around.

Laverne Thomas.

Yeah.

You been DAT'd.

By who?

How the fuck would I know?

Hey.

Hey!

When I'm gettin' sprung?

I guess when someone actually
gives a fuck about you.

Bitch.

Laverne.

Of course, it's you.

What can I say?

I guess
I'm your guardian angel.

White cop's my guardian angel.

That shit don't sit right.

Bet you it sits better
than that holding cell.

Look, Laverne, I've helped you
out of some jams,

like this one, for example.

Now I need you
to return the favor.

I need you to tell me something.

Is Detective Howard
your cousin, Kanan's, father?

So, the white detective's
my guardian angel,

and the Black one's
Kanan's daddy.

You got it figured
all the way out.

Is Howard Kanan's father,
Laverne?

Kanan's daddy's Def Con.

That's why his last name
is Stark.

Look, maybe you have
helped me out with some shit,

and I do owe you one,

so let me help you right here.

Your own people comin' for you.

Watch your back, Detective.

I don't know what that means.

That means maybe the niggas
you've been ridin' with

ain't checkin' for you
the way you think they are.

Maybe you got a target on you

like all the rest of us
out in these streets,

and that's all I can say.

Thanks for the assist up there.

Don't mention it.

- There he is.
- All right, all right.

How you doin'?

I took Washington
and the points.

Fuckin' game goes to OT.
Knicks win by 11.

That's five in a row for them.

Startin' to think they might
be for real after all.

Motherfucker!

Motherfucker.

No shorts.

Got that work. What's up?

No shorts. No shorts.

Cop and move, nigga.

- 'Sup?
- What's up?

Yo, I thought your mama wanted
everybody off the corners.

Well, fuck my mother.

I ain't worried about her,
and you not neither.

Okay.

Let's get back to this money.

How many, man?

That way.

Sorry for the delay.

Took me a minute
to find the paperwork.

Like I said, it's not often

that someone comes
into our bank and says

that they have too much money
in their account.

I'm not sayin' it's wrong.

I just wanna know
where it came from.

Uh, your former partner,
Mr. Camacho,

sold 15% of his share
of your business

to an outside investor.

You're looking at the amendment

to the bylaws
of the corporation

that Mr. Camacho and this
investor signed and notarized.

Now, the agreement that
was struck between the parties

specified that in the event
of Mr. Camacho's death

or incapacitation,
his portion of the company

would be offered
to this investor

for purchase
at the current valuation.

The proceeds
of said purchase would go

to Mr. Camacho's mother
after the requisite fees

and taxes were subtracted.

You'll see there
that the buyer's name is...

Raquel Thomas.

And Ms. Thomas now owns
Mr. Camacho's share

of Bulletproof Records.

Occurs to me
you two share a last name.

Any relation?

Y'all hit up
that Russian Tea Room yet?

The only fish Abraham fuck with
is that Filet-O-Fish.

This a low-rent nigga
over here.

I like my shit fried.

My brother Marvin and I
are here

to kick this shit the fuck off.

With Cartier out the way,
Abraham here

free and clear
of that gun charge,

ain't nothin' else stoppin' us.

Now you tell me
how big a package you need,

and I'll get that shit to you
before the end of the week.

Fuck was that?

What's going on?

We don't need your package.
We good.

Fuck you mean, you good?

How the fuck you good
without me?

I cleared the decks
for this shit.

I put the whole shit together.

The point
of gettin' rid of Cartier

was to cut out the middle man,

and that's all you'd be
in this deal,

just someone else
in between us and the dope,

takin' money
out of our pockets.

We don't need that. We good.

We don't need you.

And we heard you got problems
with the Italians anyway.

We don't wanna get
in the middle of all that.

Yeah, where the fuck
you hear that?

Who talkin' to you
about the Italians?

They went around us.

Y'all motherfuckers done
cut your own deal with Joaquin.

This is for Cartier

and for gettin' Abraham
up off that case.

- We even.
- Nah.

We ain't even until I fuck you

the way you just fucked me, nigga.

And my meat is way bigger
than yours.

Good luck.

I don't know
what that cop's doin',

but I do know that none
of what he said is true.

This is why you wanted to meet?

I know you're scared, Laverne.

I know the police
can be intimidating

and corrupt and unfair,

especially in communities
like yours.

That's exactly why I need you
to help me make certain

that Detective Burke doesn't do
what she did to Nicole

to another young girl.

She exploited you both.

She plied you with drugs.

Drugs that...

...drugs that killed
my daughter.

Detective Burke didn't do
anything to Nicole and me.

And she didn't give her
those drugs.

Nicole found those rocks
in my bag.

She took 'em
without me knowing,

and she smoked 'em.

I don't believe you, Laverne.

I know that-that you are
so terrified of the police,

and that you would rather lie
and implicate yourself

rather than confront them.

I will protect you.

I will make sure they don't do
anything to you.

I don't wanna say it any more

than you wanna hear it,
Mr. Bingham,

but I'm telling you the truth.

Nicole got that shit from me.

And I can't be a part
of lyin' on that cop.

I am so sorry, Mr. Bingham,

about Nicole, about everything.

No shorts. No shorts.

You've gotta be shittin' me.

Five-O!

Let's go, man!

You and I need to talk.

Well, I don't talk
to police, so...

Then I'll talk.

The... the...

And you'll listen.

Really?

I need to talk to him.

That was my deal, Joaquin.

I brought it in, I set it up,
and you just gonna cut me out?

It was me.

Your friends came to the store
to talk to me,

and we discovered
that there is a way

to work together without you,

which is better for everyone.

Yeah, well, it doesn't
work better for me.

With all due respect,
this isn't

how business is done, Joaquin.

We don't sell out
our business partners.

I know you know
how this shit work.

You need to check your cousin.

I trust Juliana's
business sense.

Yeah, well,
this isn't business.

All right,
she's still angry with me

for gettin' with 'Nique after
he grabbed her lil' ass up.

That's what this shit is about.

I can find another connect.

Then find one.

Yo, we done here.

Let's bounce
before we say or do somethin'

we gonna regret.

You should listen
to your brother.

You know, you fightin' above
your weight class, Juliana.

When you punchin' up, it ain't
about whether you can throw.

It's how you take.

So this is where you shot him?

This is where you shot Howard,
your father?

What the fuck
are you talkin' about, Five-O?

I know everything, Kanan.

Look, I don't know
what you think you know,

but you don't.

Howard was workin'
as an undercover

when he met your mom.

She worked
as an informant for him,

and then their relationship
became something else,

and then you came along.

Come on, Def Con is my father.

- Everybody know that.
- Everybody thinks that.

But you and I know better,

and so do your mother
and Howard.

Is that why you shot him,

because you found out
he was your father?

Because I know it's not
a good look to be a cop's kid.

It's even worse
when your mom was a snitch.

Yo, certain lines
that never get crossed,

not even by Five-O,

so for you to say
some shit like that...

Fuck it.

You just talkin' shit,

like all of you do,
tryin' to get in a nigga head

and make him cop to some shit
that ain't even real.

Fine. Up against the fence.

- I'm arresting you...
- The fuck?

...for possession and sale.

What? Shit!

Yo, I ain't even got
shit on me.

Then I'll flake you.

What the... this is bullshit!

Then tell me what I wanna know.

Shit.

Now you fucked up, Kanan.

Fuck.

Kanan!

You can run, but I know

where to find you, Kanan!

What's goin' on?

Nothin'.
What's goin' on with you?

I thought someone
was robbin' the spot.

Why would I rob my own house?

Right.

Of course.

My bad.

Yo, just so I know,

when you say, "my own house,"

that mean you, uh...

that mean
you livin' here again?

I got tired of sleepin'
on that lumpy-ass bed

at Aunt Raq's, so...

Yeah, that shit was my...

was my bed the whole time
I was growin' up.

No wonder
you're such an asshole.

That might be it.

Um, I gotta do a run.

You wanna, um...
you wanna hit Lamont's after?

Word.

Okay. Yeah.

By the way, um,

where's LT?

Um, I wasn't around
enough for him.

Mutt got lonely
and anxious and shit

and ate three pair
of my gators.

Took him upstate to a breeder

who linked him up
with a bitch...

LT found a girlfriend and...

and a family
and a big-ass yard.

Good for LT.

That was nice of you.

We, um...

we-we gotta take care
of each other, Juke.

We all we got.

So when were you gonna tell me?

I can't do this
with you tonight, Lou.

Now, you know I just got back
from the bank, right?

Let's do the same shit again.

What you got?

You up in my label.

I been in the label.

Your piece was always my piece.

Now I got Crown piece too.

We keep havin'
the same conversation,

but you don't wanna hear me.

Everything you have
is something that I gave you.

You hear what I'm sayin',
baby brother?

You don't own shit.

You're rentin' from me, Lou.

I've bought and I've sold you
a hundred times over, son,

but you just too up
in your own shit to see it.

Was I up in my own shit
last night

when I lit up
them Jersey motherfuckers?

Or was I up in my shit when
you had me hit Kanan's boy?

Because I for damn sure
wasn't up in my shit

when we put down Scrap!

No, no, no,
I put down Scrap, nigga.

You didn't have
the heart for it.

Come on.

You wanna know something, Lou?

I fucked that shit up.

Scrap wasn't no snitch.

It was his damn mama.

Yeah, hittin' him like that
was a mistake,

and I gotta live with that, Lou.

I gotta accept that loss,
and I gotta move the fuck on.

Could you do that? Huh?

Could you carry that, nigga?

Because that's the job.

That's what I do,

because if I don't do that,
y'all don't eat.

We keep doin' this, Lou,

goin' over the same shit,
talkin' the same talk.

Then you're gonna...
You're-you're done,

and you're gonna walk away.

It's just noise, Lou.

Shit that you say
to make yourself believe

something gonna happen
that ain't never gonna happen.

You ain't goin' nowhere,

'cause there ain't nowhere
for you to go.

You know, I keep waitin'
for you to figure it out, Lou,

to see what's as obvious
as the nose

on your motherfuckin' face,

but you ain't never
gonna see it,

so I'm gonna have to say it
out loud for you,

so we can stop havin'
these fuckin' talks,

'cause I'm tired.

So let me make it plain. Hmm?

Let me make this shit
real simple.

I own you, nigga.

Wait, wait, wait.

So you pushed her over
and bounced?

She was gonna run me in
on some bullshit

so she could keep pressing me
about what happened

between you and my mother
back in the day.

She know everything, man.

She don't know everything.

If she knew everything,

she would've never stepped
to you like that.

She thinks she know shit.

She just tryin'
to make sure she right

before she run with it.

Yeah, well, I'm runnin'.

I got the most shit
to run from right now.

Yo...

you, me, and your moms,

we all gotta talk face-to-face.

We gotta get
our story straight,

come up with a plan.

No more bullshit.

All I'm sayin' is that
if something happens to me,

it's not gonna be
what it looks like.

Howard's settin' me up.

And you're thinkin' all this
because of something

a fuckin' high school girl
said to you?

She knows things, Adina,

and most of the time,
she's right.

So what do you think
Howard's planning?

I don't fuckin' know.

The more I know,
the less I know.

Ooh, there you are.

I've been waitin' on you.

Need to get back in the booth.

I ain't workin' up in here,

not tonight, not ever again.

I'm grabbin' up my shit,

and I ain't never comin' back.

Bulletproof Records can burn

to the fuckin' ground
far as I care.

What's happenin', Lou?

Same shit that's
always happenin'.

My sister.

Yo, Marv here.

Give me the day's mathematics.

Shit! I paid for three,

and you only gave me two, man.

- I gave you three.
- Two!

You just too fucked up.

You can't count that high.

The fuck he doin'
back up here, man?

Yo, get him the fuck
outta here, son.

You heard him. You gotta go!

Close the fuckin' door.

Yo, you ever notice
how all these crackheads

be some sorry-ass old niggas?

I try not to notice
crackheads, man.

The fuck
I'm talkin' about, man.

These niggas be
the neighborhood punch line.

Young niggas clownin'
the fuck out of them.

Nobody wanna
be a basehead, man.

Shit's a bad fuckin' look.

Which means
this shit just might

be gettin' played out, Worrell.

Only old heads fuckin' with it.

Crack dyin'.

Business is changing, man.

We gotta change with it.

- Let's go.
- I got this shit.

- Roll the dice, bro.
- I got this shit.

- Roll the dice.
- Yeah, here we go. Here we go.

Yeah.

That's what I'm talkin' about, baby.

Give me my fuckin' money.

We ain't even close to done
yet, motherfucker.

Yeah, whatever, nigga.

- You up.
- Yo!

You niggas can't see
I'm tryin' to do this count?

Shut the fuck up!

Yo, somebody
at the fuckin' door.

Yo, this nigga forgot
his damn keys.

Oh, shit...

Greetings from Sal Boselli.

Shit.

Fuck!

Yo, get down!

Yo, throw everything
down the chute.

Here.

Ready.

Look.
Me and Ready gonna cover you.

Go for the back stairs.

I hit him.
He ain't goin' nowhere.

Yo, open the door.

Yo.

Open the fucking door.
It's Marvin.

Yo, over here. Yo.

Come on, son. I got you.

Come on.

He's not here.

Come on.
We'll check the floor below.

Raquel.

Look, I know this
is probably awkward,

or maybe even inappropriate,

but I, um...

I figured I'd talk to you
mother to mother.

Yesterday, Laverne assaulted...

Wait, where are my guys?

They just let you
walk up here like this?

Get down!

You should've stayed
where you belong.

Just do what the fuck
you came here to do.

Southside.

The game fuck up
a whole lot of shit,

turn friends into enemies
and enemies into friends.

But one thing you can't
change is where you from.

That shit run thick
like the blood in your veins.

It's like that DNA in you.

Tells you who you are,

who you gonna be,

and how you about to move
through the fuckin' world.

And not nothin' or nobody
can never change that.

Me and mines,

we're from Southside Jamaica,
Queens, nigga.

You heard?