Let's do this.
Where the fuck you been, kid? I'm starving here.
Oh, shit!
- Relax. Take it easy. - Shut your fuckin' mouth!
Nobody move, nobody get hurt.
Put the money in the bag. Lay your ass fucking down!
Put the money in the bag! Where the 100s at? Where the 100s at?
In the fucking bag. Lay it.
What you got over there?
Only ones. Fucking fives.
Check the back, man.
You make one move and I'm gonna blow your head off.
You, stop fucking moving, all right?
Lay down.
Where the big bills?
What y'all got in there?
Come on, hurry up, hurry up.
- Yo, where's the rest of the lottos at? - Hundreds.
See now, I'm trying real hard with you motherfuckers!
I'm trying to understand you!
Where's the fucking lottos at? Where's the money?
You know Delgato? You know who you're fucking with?
Yeah.
You know who you fucking with?
You fucking with Majestic's crew.
- Bitch, come here. - No. Let him go.
- No! No! - Come here.
Which one's your fucking mama?
Hey, bitch, this your kid right here?
Now, I'm gonna count to three...
and then I'm gonna blow his little head off, okay?
- One. - That's enough. Let's go.
Two.
- Where's the money? - Let's go! Let's go!
I said, let's go.
Oh, baby, come on! How you gonna do this shit right now?
I told you, don't shoot nobody.
The first thing you do when we walk in this motherfucker is shoot somebody.
'Cause that's what I do! I kill motherfuckers, you know that!
You know, till I met you...
I didn't even get no respect from anybody, you know?
None worth, you know, mentioning...
But I fucking love you!
I'd do anything for you.
- This motherfucker's crazy. - I'm your fucking man!
- Where's the fucking money? - I said, let's go, nigga!
Now you go and call me a fucking nigga, man.
You gonna call me a nigga in front of these motherfucking Colombians?
- Where's the fucking money? - I said, I don't know.
I said, let's go.
All right. 'Cause that's all I am? A nigga?
Take your fucking money...
and you shoot this nigga and go on with your bitch-ass life!
If you gonna be a man, be a man and shoot me, motherfucker!
Do you understand?
- No, no, please. - Take it easy.
Please.
- Then calm the fuck down right there. - Take it easy.
Get your ass back in there.
Please.
- Come on. - Fuck that bitch, let's go!
You coward. I'll kill you.
Fucking crazy-ass bitch! I fucking love you!
Come on.
Yo, yo, yo.
Lying there...
staring down the barrel of that nine...
I knew I was about to die.
I don't know why I was expecting my father to rescue me.
I realized I had been looking for him all my life.
Marcus!
This is my search.
That's my mom.
Those were the days.
Things you do That keeps me satisfied
Problem was, everyone was in love with my mom...
so anyone could be my dad.
One thing I was certain of, I didn't have a white daddy.
And sure as hell, he wasn't a cop...
black or white.
Spent a lot of time at my grandmother's.
That was a crowded house with eight mouths to feed...
not including me.
Anybody know how these things work, huh?
Hey, Marcus.
Hey y'all.
Help your granddaddy. Show me how that work, huh?
- What you want, football? - Yeah, football.
There you go.
Boy's a genius, huh?
Can you watch him for an hour?
Katrina, you know I'll watch him.
Thank you.
- I don't want that money. - Come on, Mom.
Katrina, I said I don't need that money. He's family.
Why you keep leaving him like this, Katrina?
Bye.
- Bye. - Take care.
That's my Uncle Deuce.
- You look after him, okay? - Pay you back.
He was the oldest and the meanest.
What's going on, homie?
You okay?
It's Saturday.
Mama's gotta work to buy you those sneakers.
Smile.
Oh, baby, I love you.
- I love you, too. - I gotta go, okay?
Okay.
- Hey, Marcus, you coming out? - Can I go out?
- Go on. - Yo, Marcus!
Come on, Marcus. Come on.
Hey, how you doing?
Come on, let's go, Marcus.
Bye, Mom!
- Bye. - Bye.
That boy got the bug bad.
Hey, right here. I'm open!
I knew my mom sold drugs...
but it didn't mean nothing to me but good sneakers and school clothes.
Yes!
She always made sure I had the best of everything.
You know what's really happening It's happening
'Cause this is my crew and it's happening
And this is how we do when it's happening
Cause it's happening
Couldn't get next you Listen
When you're ready I'll be ready So you let me know
Any way you want to go, girl I'm down to go
Young Caesar busting through with the incredible flow
You ain't never heard an MC like this before
Turn the boombox up Let the sounds play
Run DMC, Cool J, NWA
If I was your best friend I'd want you around all the time
Best friend Girl, I wanna make you mine
Best friend Girl, you know I think you're fine
Best friend. Together, me and you
Hey, Mom.
It's 3:00 in the morning.
It is?
- So who's your best friend? - Nobody.
Anybody.
A girl.
Promise me...
that you are gonna treat the girls right.
- What? - Promise me...
that you're gonna treat the girls right.
Okay.
Are you all right, Mom?
But I know I can't live without my radio
Fucking Slim. What's he doing here?
That's the purest coke right there.
Don't get out of the car.
What's going on? What you doing, huh?
- I'm handling my business... - You handling your business?
Get the fuck out of here! What the fuck are you doing?
I got shit on my boot, bitch.
What the fuck are you doing? Get the fuck out of here!
- Get your ass... - What the fuck?
- Stay there. - Get the fuck off!
I'll kill your ass! You hear me?
- I'll shoot your ass, bitch! You hear me? - Kill my ass?
I'll kill you. I'll chew your ass up and kill you, bitch!
Majestic told me I could work this corner.
- You hear me, bitch? - Stay off my fucking block!
- I said, fuck you! - Hang on. Hang on.
- I said, fuck you! Fuck you. - Get the fuck out of here.
Fuck out.
Rick James-looking motherfucker!
- Hey, what's wrong with you? - Fuck you, bitch.
Katrina, calm down. Look...
- Get the fuck off of me! - Katrina.
- Shut the fuck up, Majestic! - Hey, wait.
Go back to prison.
Why did you get out of the car?
I was going to protect you.
Baby boy...
don't grow up too quick.
Come on, let's go.
I don't know.
That motherfucking nigga Slim, trying to play me...
and then Majestic's bitch ass tried to come in and...
I mean, where the fuck has he been?
The thing is, parents think you see nothing.
You see everything.
I think you're fine
Mom, that's private.
First we get to talking
Then we get to touching
When we get past the phone games We'll be humping
I kiss like the French do Put my tongue in your ear
Do it like the dogs do it, girl and pull on your hair
For me different scenery just means a different position
In the bushes, hide and seek I could get next to you, listen
When you're ready I'll be ready So you let me know
Any way you wanna go, girl I'm down to go
Young Caesar busting through
- Where did you get this? - Marcus.
I hate you.
- See you later. - Okay.
I'll be back tonight.
Charlene's stepdad sent her away to live with her grandparents.
My mom was supposed to come pick me up that night.
But she never arrived.
Neighbors said they heard voices raised in a jealous rage.
Soon after that, the dogs were heard barking.
And after that...
flames were seen coming from the window.
Class, move right in. Move right in.
Hey, Mr. Matthews, I brought my homework.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...
"I will fear no evil, for thou art with me...
"thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
"Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine..."
I was wondering whether my father would show up to the funeral.
"...my head with oil, my cup runneth over."
Maybe even her killer.
"...mercy shall follow me all the days of my life...
"and I will dwell..."
For all I knew, they were the same person.
...concludes the service for this afternoon. Thank you.
You okay, B. G?
She was a special lady. You gonna have to let her go.
I'll never let her go.
You're a good son.
Come on.
- He looked like Rick James. - Who?
Slim.
- What size are you? - Six.
- Who did these belong to? - Your Uncle Deuce.
Dear Lord, thank you for this food, and bless it to our bodies.
- Amen. - Thank you, Ma.
Smells good.
Hey! Come on, man! Yo!
You gots to be quick.
Gimme some of that food. More bread, Ma.
Move over, man.
Take your foot out my face. I don't have any room.
- Calm your ass down. - Shut up.
- Come on, move over, man. - Calm your ass down!
- I said, come on, man! - Calm your ass down!
- Move over! - Go to sleep. Sleep!
Oh, fuck! What the hell!
Shit! I'm gonna skin your ass!
- What was that? - What happened?
Hey! What the hell is going on here?
Cut it out!
- Look, get up. - He poured a bucket of water on me!
Kid's crazy, just like his damn mother!
- Shut up, or I do it again! - Just like your damn mother!
Hey! Hey! Get upstairs, Deuce! Come on!
Tell me now, who's your daddy, Marcus?
Get upstairs! Go on, you, upstairs.
Don't know who your daddy is, huh?
You gonna be all right here for a few years?
Yeah.
Don't worry about it, Marcus. You'll get those shoes one day.
- Don't worry about it. They're jerks. - I'll see you later, Antwan.
It was time to join the family business.
- What's up, man? - Two dimes.
All right.
And he said, no way!
- Here you go. - Thank you, man.
- Where you from? - Jersey, baby!
I can tell, man. I can tell.
Hey.
- What you want? - What you got?
- I got dime bags. - Twenty.
All right. Here you go. Yo, man!
What the fuck you doing? It's my corner!
All right, man. All right.
What you want? You want some of this?
You fucking through, nigga!
- You fuck off... - Fuck off, man.
Hey, hey, hey.
- Come here, Jake. - He's stealing our corner!
- Cool it. Hey, come here. - Get off!
- Matt, get out of here. - Yeah, I'm gonna kick your ass!
Come here.
- What the fuck are you doing out here? - Come on, we out.
Look at me. You know what time it is, huh?
Where'd you get this shit? Where'd you get this shit?
I can't tell you that.
Oh, you can't tell me that? Get in the car.
You know what you are, kid?
- You're an entrepreneur. - Just like his mama.
But you can't just go walking up on other niggas' territories like that.
Respect is the most important thing in life.
Your respect can go a long way.
What you doing out there, anyway?
You still going to school?
You know what you gonna get out there, don't you?
It's full of long, lonely nights. Hard days.
- Is that what you want? - I'm in it for the money.
- How much you get? - Enough.
Enough?
- For what? - Sneakers.
You need anything else?
A gun.
What you need a gun for?
I don't know.
I didn't know what I wanted a gun for, but I got one anyway.
- What's up, little man? - What's up, man?
- Looking for some heat? - Yeah, what you got?
This is what I got for you.
You like that.357, huh?
That's gonna run you $250.
All right. It's all there.
Yo, hold up, hold up.
Let me tell you something, little nigga.
You get busted, you didn't get this from me.
Listen to my 9 millimeter go bang
Gangsta, gangsta That's what you looking at
They call me Uncle Deuce
After Tupac, everybody wanted to be a gangsta rapper.
And if Tupac wasn't dead, Deuce's rapping would've killed him.
I might take your bones and suck your marrow
Suck your...
Man, that's fucking wack, yo. Give me the damn fucking weed.
Fucking "marrow" shit.
Cannibal bullshit.
Yeah.
I can't take this. I'm gonna do the laundry.
Ready to pop off my deuce deuce 'Cause I'm a gangsta gangsta
I'm the realest shit I'm from the Bronx, yo
Don't make me have to come up and run up on you, yeah
It's Deuce Deuce running this live
Yo, yo!
Passing through.
Okay, where's the detergent?
Goddamn detergent. Ma, where's the detergent?
- Why are you going through my stuff? - What?
Why you going through my stuff?
What are you doing with a loaded gun in my house? Come back here!
I wasn't thinking straight when I went back to school that afternoon.
You'll pay a fine of $500.
I hope you're proud of yourself.
- It's your fault I got caught. - My fault?
If I didn't have to hide who I was, I wouldn't have got caught.
- Then who are you? - I'm in fucking hell!
Living in a basement I can't even stand up straight in.
You'll wind up just like your mama.
At least mama's not here on her knees, washing floors like you.
- Roy, stop! - Don't you speak to me like that!
I've got her blood in my veins. My mama ain't live like no second-class nigga.
I'm a gangsta, Grandpa, and I'm proud of it.
- You son of a... - Let him go, Roy.
If you really want it, you can have it.
Are you related to Mr. Majestic?
No.
I had my own space...
and I could concentrate on my dream of being a rapper.
Young Caesar, first tape, first song.
Gotta Get Outta Hell.
Fire at my feet, fiends all around
Don't cross the yellow tape Homicide's in town
Homicide's in town.
Fire at my feet, fiends all around
Don't cross the yellow tape Homicide's in town
Homicide's... Homicide's in town.
Why the fuck I ain't write it down?
Damn, I'm fucking hungry.
After three hours, I gave up my career as a rapper...
and went back to selling coke.
The thing about being a coke dealer on the corner...
it was lousy pay.
And if you added up all the hours and time spent waiting around...
it was like minimum wage.
And if you added in the time you were likely to spend in prison...
it was less than minimum wage.
But then, one day...
- Baking soda. - ... everything changed.
Good.
Watch that shit.
- Add that shit to that. - What you gonna do with that, yo?
Done fucked up now.
See how she moves?
Dance for daddy. That's right, baby.
Put in some ice.
Yeah.
- Stir that shit up a little. - What the fuck is that?
It's a refreshing drink, that's what it is.
Make that shit chill.
There you go. That's right.
- Damn, nigga. - What is it called?
- See that? - What's that supposed to be?
- I don't know, man. - Go figure it out, man.
- Pure crystal. - Yeah.
Now the nigga got his own drug-manufacturing company...
just like Merck.
See this shit? This gonna take us out of the ghetto.
But there are rules to the house.
Rule number one:
Never leave this product in the house.
Rule number two: Get your own crew.
Number three: Gotta have discipline in your crew, trust. Gotta be tough on 'em.
Rule number four: Don't praise a nigga too much...
otherwise he gonna think you soft.
Rule number five: Don't show no love. Love will get you killed.
See this?
It's like a bitch.
You fuck a bitch, don't let a bitch fuck you.
You a man?
You don't need nothing or no one to get you through.
This bitch... This bitch will take your soul.
Y'all niggas ain't got no family, all you got is respect.
Don't ever forget that.
Rule number six: Don't ever take the panties off of this bitch.
All right, let's get out of here.
Everybody had their own territory.
Ours was right next to the Colombians.
What the fucking hell are you doing on my fucking block?
What the fucking hell are you doing on my fucking block!
What are you doing on my fucking block?
What the fuck are you doing on my block?
What the fuck are you doing on my fucking block, I asked you!
Hey, hey, hey.
Yeah, that tough guy shit's out the window now, right?
Get the fuck out of here.
I kill you, motherfucker.
Hey, I like what you did back there, but if you need me to...
- What? - Know what I mean?
You trying to threaten me?
No. I'm just saying if you want me to do something for you, I'll do it.
He know me.
You know this nigga? Seen him around?
Justice.
What's up, boy? Good to see you, Antwan.
The last of my crew was a fat nigga named Keryl, who was fast on his feet.
So that was the crew. Antwan, Justice, Keryl and myself.
Four niggas dedicated to one thing and one thing only...
getting paid and getting laid.
- It's pumping out there? Huh? - Voilą.
- What the fuck y'all doing? - What it look like, man?
- What the fuck is this? - What the fuck?
You smoking crack up in here? What the fuck's wrong with you?
- Get the fuck out. - It's all good, man.
- Come on, let's go. - What the fuck's your problem, man?
What the fuck, man?
We got it going on, man.
- What the hell's your problem? - What the fuck wrong with you, nigga?
Relax. Back it up.
Calm down, nigga. You know where you at?
You sold me this shit. What the fuck's your problem, man?
Relax, man.
We sell it. We don't smoke it. Get the fuck out. Come on.
Sit your little ass back down and enjoy your brew.
Nigger, this Marcus' place. Don't ever disrespect this shit.
- What the fuck wrong with you? - All right, nigga. All right, man.
Peace.
Is this the Dangerous CD? This guy is ill.
You don't wanna battle me in the street with my heat
Them things'll bust with Dangerous
I need some space...
'cause y'all are riding Dangerous' nuts a little too hard over here.
This is street life, all right The only life I know
Bag it up, hit the block Watch the product go
I got supreme clientele So it's sale after sale
Fire at my feet, fiends all around
Don't cross the yellow tape
- Let's go. - Why?
Y'all gotta go, too. Come on. We gotta go to work.
I was always the first up. No matter how hard we partied...
I made sure my crew worked twice as hard.
The busiest days for us were the 1st and the 15th...
when the welfare checks came in.
Hey, hey, man. You're damaging my merchandise.
- You like cars? - Yeah.
You know, we could use some help around here, maybe washing cars...
since you like putting fingerprints on things.
- No, I ain't washing no cars, man. - So what you wanna do?
- I wanna buy it. - Yeah? You got a license?
- No. - I tell you what.
You get you a license, you get you some money, come talk to me.
Oh, I'll get the money.
Crack meant money, money meant power...
and power meant war.
Yo, come here, man. Come here.
We shot the Colombians.
They shot us.
Crackheads robbed the Korean store so many times...
poor guy went crazy.
Things got so hot after the death of those innocent kids...
that even Levar Cahill had to show up to the funeral.
But his real intentions were to cool things down...
with the Colombians.
Listen, everything's gonna be all right.
Look at this nigga Odell.
How much money you think his motherfucking teeth worth?
$100,000? $200,000?
I got someone I want you to meet, man.
Yo, Marcus.
There's the nigger motherfucker, man.
- You know who this is? - How you doing, Mr. Cahill?
- Who's this little nigga? - This here our employee of the month.
- Yeah, he a worker bee. - He looks familiar.
- Remember Katrina? - Katrina?
Trina.
This here her baby boy.
Ain't this a bitch?
So you out there grinding, making some money for me, huh?
Yeah.
Mr. Cahill...
you like a god to me.
Like a god.
Son...
I am God.
God, Allah, Buddha...
all rolled up into one big nigga.
Five-O.
Motherfuckers got more shit on me, put me away for 20 or 30 years.
That's why I got to pay them so much money.
Levar put his arms around Delgato...
and just like that, the war ended.
Yes, that is it. That's what I want, right there.
Okay, ladies, this time what I want, you're with Dangerous...
And how did you get involved with Dangerous?
Kid lost his chain, man.
Out here in the streets, lose your chain, lose your balls.
I found it, gave it back to him. That's what I do.
I protect him, you know? Try to look out for him.
- What about those guys? - Right there is your American dream.
Hey, yo, Marcus!
Go take a picture.
- Dangerous. - Yeah, what's up?
- Mind if we take a picture with you? - All right, man.
Ladies.
All right, you guys are the baddest gangstas in the city.
Do your thing.
Let's see what you got. That's it, be hardcore.
- You want to... - Hey, hey.
- I gotta talk to you. - Can you look this way?
All right. That's enough. We got it. We got it.
Deal with the fucking crackhead.
What's up, buddy? How you doing, man? Come on.
- Come on with me. That's cool. - I can't right now.
Get your fucking bitch-ass over there. What the fuck you doing?
Hey, man, I got money, see?
You know I don't take no coins, man!
I would take coins.
Hell, I'd take pennies if that's all a fiend had.
Back again?
Hey, you need anything else?
Go get some dealer plates.
That's what I'm talking about, man.
Can't wait till niggas see me in this.
What?
What you say?
What the fuck did you say?
I'll kill you, nigga.
Hey, why don't you get the fuck out my car?
I had it all...
but still something was missing.
I'll tell you one time, don't sleep on Dangerous, though.
That's all I'm saying...
is he's hot, so you should stick with him, all right? That's all I'm saying.
- Yo, yo. What's up? - It's cool. It's cool.
- Hold on. - I just wanna give you my tape.
It's my demo, man. It's good, man. Check it out.
- That your ride? - Yeah.
- Hold on a second. S500? - Yeah.
- Check it out, man. You gonna like it. - All right.
- Where he get that fucking ride? - Where do you think?
Hey, nigger, what's the sense of getting money if there ain't nobody to see it?
- What's up, baby? - Hey, what up?
- What? - Are you for real?
Think about the pussy we all gonna get with this.
I should have put some panties in the window...
so they know this is not my mama's car.
Whatever.
I think I still have it.
Look at that right there. She got her shit all...
Hey, yo!
Hey!
Stuck-up bitch.
- I guess she too cool to talk. - I'll be right back.
Charlene!
Yo, nigga, we're in the middle of the road.
I'm gonna drive.
Charlene!
- Marcus? - Yeah.
- Marcus Greer? - Yeah, what you doing around here?
- How you doing? - Hi.
What you doing around here?
I just came to see my mother.
We were teaching a dance class over at Charlene's old school.
Wanna introduce me to your friend?
Oh, yeah. This is Destin. Destin, Marcus.
- What's up, man? - How you doing?
So, you hungry?
You were so shy.
You didn't wanna play me that song you wrote...
in front of me, remember?
It's a miracle.
- Praise the lord. - Hallelujah!
- You all right? - You get a nurse?
- What? - He's not working.
What you did to the boy, huh? You okay?
- Yeah, I'm all right. - I mean, you okay?
I'm all right.
Usually, he driving us like slaves.
- Y'all work together? - No, we work for him.
- You the boss, Marcus? - Yeah.
This is Justice, that's Keryl, and you know Antwan.
- Yeah, man. Wha'gwan, baby? - Wha'gwan.
- So what do you do? - I'm a gangsta.
No, really. What do you do?
I'm a rapper.
- Seriously, Marcus, what do you do? - I'm a gangsta rapper.
Marcus is the gangsta-est rapper there is.
- So what do you call yourself? - Young Caesar.
- Still? - Yeah.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Justice. - Maxine.
- Justice used to work here. - You still do.
- Sorry about your daddy, Charlene. - Thank you.
What she talking about, your stepdad?
No, my real father.
You should let me take you out.
- I should? - Yeah, you should.
Forget Levar, he's too slow.
- Five minutes... - Hey, Majestic. It's Marcus.
I'll give you a call. Yeah.
Fuck Levar, man.
- What's up, man? - Come on. You seen me at the window.
What take you so long to open the door?
- I was opening the door. - What you got for me, man?
- There's $20,000 in here. - $20,000.
- Need to count this? - No, you don't need to count it.
- Yeah, how much you need? - I need a full bird.
- Full bird. - Yeah.
Full bird.
You deserve a drink.
This is the hardest-working nigga in drug business.
- Working that crew hard, huh? - Oh, yeah.
Come over here, Junebug.
- Little Henny? - It's 10:00 in the morning, man.
What, you planning on flying a plane or something?
No, but he planning on driving that Mercedes he just bought.
What you talking about?
I got me a new... New joint.
- Fuck, where is it? Out there? - Yeah, out front.
What the fuck is this shit? Look at him all bashful and shit.
Let's see, let's see.
Shit, what's my nigga got?
You got that? Come here. Take them shades off, man.
- Look at that shit. - Shit.
That nigga making me look good.
We're going all the way to the top, right?
- Oh, yes. - Shit.
- Nigger, you got your license? - No, dealership plates.
That's 'cause you the dealer, right?
See that, Junebug?
You work your ass hard, that's what your ass get.
Yeah. You can be like me.
I'm big in the hood with this right now, man, I'm telling you.
I don't even know my name no more. They calling me "Handsome."
Make a right up here, man.
Where we going?
Levar's.
- That shit ain't right, man. - What?
Cops sitting on Levar's house like he's some kind of punk.
What can you do about it?
- What do you think? - Sit tight. Let it blow over.
Damn right.
Let it blow over.
Taught your mama how to drive.
Parking lot out by the beach.
Used to come out there in the winter. It was all icy and shit.
She'd be sliding that thing all over the place.
You heard anything more about Slim?
No, nigga went down south somewheres.
Tell me again what happened that night...
I told you a million fucking times already.
Why don't you stop thinking about it?
The minute you see him, you gonna let me know, right?
Listen, either stop talking about it, or do something.
How am I gonna do something if I don't know where he at?
Then let it blow over.
- Get up. - What?
Get up, bitch. Move.
- What's up, man? - What's up?
You all right?
- Who your girl, man? - Who, Charlene?
Charlene?
Why don't you bring her backstage, meet Dangerous, man?
We're straight right here. We gonna hang out for a little bit.
- All right, man. Do your thing, boy. - All right.
Hey, yo, man.
It's that fucking spic, Raoul.
Where's Keryl and Antwan?
Come on, girl, let's go!
- I'm all right. I'm all right. - Just don't try to move him.
- Lay back. - I'll get a ambulance.
Lay back.
Forget about that. Just bring the car, man.
Doctor said he's gonna make it.
Amen.
Put your arm around me?
Want me to take you home?
I don't wanna go home.
Can you turn a light on?
It's grimy in here right now.
It's cleaner in my room.
I can see why you wouldn't turn the light on.
Watch your step.
- You like Rick James? - No.
- Is this okay for you? - Yes, thank you.
Your mother was so beautiful.
- That's me and you. - Yeah.
I can't believe you framed this.
Young Caesar.
Don't go.
- You remember the words to that song? - What song?
If I was your best friend
I'd want you around all the time
Could I be your best friend?
If you promise you'll be mine
If I was your best friend I'd want you around all the time
Best friend Girl, I'm gonna make you mine
Best friend
I remember.
I've been thinking about that song for 10 years.
Sing some more.
First we get to talking
Then we get to touching
When we get past the phone games We'll be
I kiss like the French do Put my tongue in your ear
Do it like the dogs do it, girl and pull on your hair
Did you know what that meant, back then?
No.
My stepdad did.
- Are you my best friend? - More than that.
Hey, yo.
- What up? - Hey.
- What's up? - Spinal cord.
He ain't gonna walk no more.
Who told you that? Doctor told you that?
Yeah.
Man.
- Let's go take care of this shit now. - Oh, we gonna take care.
He can't walk. Can't walk no more.
Look at him, man. He's crying all night and shit.
- I don't wanna hear that shit. - We gotta send a message.
- Damn, man. - It's your crew. Your own crew.
All right. All right. Charlene.
- What's up? - I gotta go handle something.
- What? - I gotta go handle some business.
That's not gonna make him walk again, Marcus.
Come on, give me my hat.
Hey.
- Is that clean? - Yeah.
- Where'd you get it from? - Majestic.
- Majestic cool with this? - Yeah.
Pull over to the left.
I don't got a good feeling about this shit.
- There's four of them. - Yeah. It's fucked up. Let's go home.
- Go. - Give me the gun.
- Huh? - Give me the gun!
What the fuck...
Who's this nigga? What the fuck you want?
Don't do it, please! Please don't fucking do it!
Don't fucking do it! Don't fucking... Papa!
Oh, fuck!
- You okay? - Drive.
... we were complicitous, as a country, in narcotics traffic...
at the same time as we're spending countless dollars...
in this country to try to get rid of this problem.
It's mind-boggling.
What's up?
In 1987, Oliver North was investigated...
for his role in a covert money-for-arms operation.
You're all right.
Breaking out.
It's time for bed, huh?
- What happened? - Nothing.
Don't lie to me. You got blood on your shoes.
Maybe this life isn't for me.
- Did you kill him? - No. I should've.
Men hide their emotions. You bury yours, Marcus.
You're you and I'm me, Charlene.
The cops didn't find that gun they came looking for.
They found something else instead.
- What's this? - That's your shit.
My shit? Why would I keep my shit here?
You're fucked, man.
Man, that shit ain't ours! What the fuck, man!
Never seen him before.