VICTOR: Damn! Had I known what I know now.
But today cats are different...
'cause we know that selling and competition....
That's what this country's built on.
It's all about one thing: making money.
Money, baby. Simple as that.
Everything else is just bullshit.
Money's why people come here from every country.
It's what the American dream is all about.
You think people come here to live in East New York...
in Harlem, the South Bronx because of the beautiful views?
Because of the fucking quality of life?
My name is Victor Rosa.
I'm young, Latin, and good-looking.
I call it like I see it, 'cause one thing about me...
I'll tell you what I think, whether you want to hear it or not.
'Cause you won't get bullshit from me.
I'm a businessman, an entrepreneur.
Like Rockefeller and Carnegie.
In my time, a geek motherfucker like Bill Gates.
That's right, they all did it themselves.
Fought the odds and made a fortune. So why can't I?
Like them, I got a product.
I sell it aggressively and I make money. A lot of it.
Doesn't take advertising to sell it, 'cause it pretty much sells itself.
It takes brains to make money and survive in this business.
[Gunshot]
That may be the same for Rockefeller as it is for Gates.
But in what I do, you fuck up...
and you don't just lose one of your stock options.
So we run out of my boy Jimmy's crib.
Me and Jimmy got into this together when we were just kids.
We worked our way from lookouts.
It's my crew, but I honestly couldn't do without Jimmy.
And Chedda. Chedda's a monster, yo.
Not because of his size, but because he's all heart, baby.
Blackest motherfucker I know.
Jay is a special case.
He's what you call simple, an idiot savant.
Sometimes more idiot than savant.
What we make here is my product, a heroin mix I call Empire.
It works like this.
Three other dealers work this area beside me.
You got Hector's Exorcist.
You got Tito, who sells his Severe.
There's Negro. Motherfucker's a legend.
Damn good businessman for a faggot.
Not that I got anything against faggots.
I'll give it to him. Dancing Queen is a dope-ass name for his shit.
We all get our supply from the same connect...
La Colombiana, Joanna Menendez.
We sell the same product...
just mix it differently, put on our own labels.
I cut mine the least, 'cause I believe in purity.
Tito cuts his shit as deep as he can...
and gets more packets per ounce.
But I get loyal buyers.
People know Empire and they look for it.
Dumb-ass Tito can't understand how that works.
That's why he's always in some shit.
It's a funny thing and may seem hazardous to you...
but we all hang out in the same places.
No need to step on each other's toes, right?
For those who've never been in my neighbourhood...
we're split up into four separate areas.
The meat of it belongs to me.
Exorcist got some decent spot.
And Negro's is below that, around Bruckner Boulevard.
Severe's got spots next to mine.
As you can see, sometimes they tend to slip and overlap into my spot.
And when that happens you got trouble.
You're trying to fuck up my shot, right?
-Yo, what's up? -Beef right now.
-Are you waiting on that shit? -Fuck this motherfucking game!
Word is they got David laying in the street like a little bitch.
-They beat the shit out of him. -Let's do this.
[Rhythmic rap music]
VICTOR: Remember I said Tito was always in some shit?
He was trying to move in on one of my spots again.
I mean, we're talking maybe 20 feet.
But that 20 feet was worth $30,000 a week, easy.
[Rhythmic rap music continues]
JOSÉ: What's up?
VICTOR: I got it from my brother, "G. "
[In Spanish]
You got to go straight to the leader and take him down hard.
You do that and it's over.
VICTOR: Motherfucker! JIMMY: Yeah, nigger!
You want to fuck me? Fuck your damn self, fucker!
JIMMY: You getting your ass kicked, nigger!
You fucked up, kid!
You snatched my nut, all right? Take my nut?
I'll fucking take your nuts, motherfucker, hear me?
JIMMY: Shit!
VICTOR: I can't hear you, motherfucker.
What the fuck you doing?
JIMMY: I'll blow your head off. VICTOR: Come on!
JIMMY: I'll kill you, motherfucker! VICTOR: Chill out. We got him.
VICTOR: I love you.
Tell Tito to call me, all right?
VICTOR: There's a strange fairness at work here.
Everybody pushes the boundaries.
You push and see, then push more and see how they react.
Yeah, it seems stupid. Remember, every foot is $1.
And dollars is the only thing that matters here.
TITO: Yo, Jason.
Yo, Jason.
What?
What you mean, "what?" Get over here, man.
Damn.
What's wrong with you, man?
JASON: Why are you staring at me?
Did I do something?
Why you got to do something for me to stare at you?
-You know I love you, man. -I know.
-You love your daddy? -You know I do.
You got to tell your daddy sometime, man.
Why we got to go do this?
Because sometimes your daddy wants to know you love him, too.
I am always loving you, playing with you.
Ain't all about you all the time.
I love you, Dad.
See, that didn't hurt, right?
Yeah.
You're snotty, man. You always....
Get out of here. Go play your game.
-José is here. He's all fucked up. -Whoa.
Jason, go to your room.
TITO: What the fuck happened?
-Who the fuck did this to you? -Empire's trying to make a move.
Vic did this to you?
[Tito speaks in Spanish]
I'll find out about this shit.
Wait a minute, Tito.
He's not exactly moving in.
What the fuck does "not exactly" mean?
We was chilling, all right? And I saw David.
I don't like him, so I slapped him around a bit.
He ran away like a bitch. Next thing I know...
Vic is moving in on us, man.
Get me a drink.
What the fuck, man? What's the problem?
TITO: I'm tired of you, you piece of shit.
JOSÉ: You gonna kill me? Come on--
TITO: Shut the fuck up! You better tell Vic...
I ain't have shit to do with this, hear me?
I'm fucking tired of your shit, man.
Go home, wash your fucking ass, tell goodbye to your mother...
and your fucking kids. Then come back here.
Then I'm gonna kill you, fucking piece of shit!
-You hear me? We straight? -Yeah.
-Is we straight? -Yeah!
TITO: Get the fuck out of here.
I'm gonna play PlayStation with my son right now.
Nobody better fucking interrupt me, you hear me?
[Rhythmic dance music]
VICTOR: For everybody, money is what life is all about.
Getting it, keeping it, losing it, holding it...
needing it, living it, and dying for it.
You have to look like you got it, whether you do or not.
That's how you get respect.
You got to put your money on display the right way.
My brother, "G, " knew just how to do it, and he taught me well.
I need him now.
I mean, not for nothing, but just to look at him...
with his "G" chain...
the old alpaca sweater...
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
And, of course, my first pair of British Walkers.
Yep, he was the man. And those were the days.
I miss him.
VICTOR: I ain't getting in your mess.
-Yo, what's up? -What's up, little midget?
How you doing? Where's your moms, man?
Now, who's the little player hater?
Jason, from Prospect.
If I ask you something, promise not to tell my mom?
I don't make no promises. Cough it up.
My mom don't like me asking anyone for anything.
-Right. -But the new PlayStation's out.
Cut to the chase. How much is it?
It's $400.
No, it ain't. It's $395.
That's nice. What happened to water pistols and yo-yos?
Wait. I've been saving up mad money, you know?
My mom be taking it all.
BOY: I've got no jack.
Your mother taking your money?
BOY: No jack. VICTOR: Listen to me.
Tomorrow you go to Boltron's, and you ask for Weebs.
I'll hook you up with a PlayStation and three games.
Thanks, Vic. Come on.
VICTOR: Hold up!
-Come here. Get over here. -What? What you want?
I ain't Santa Claus.
From now on you'll clean my car for two months.
Twice a week. I want you to make sure...
that car's clean inside out, or I'll go off on you.
JASON: Damn. VICTOR: What?
Done.
BOY: Can we go now?
Get the hell out of here.
-There's no tongue allowed in here. -What's up?
THUG: What's up? You need me? CHEDDA: He'll let you know.
JIMMY: He just needs a minute with your girl.
Me? What's up? What did I do?
Your son'll have a PlayStation tomorrow. I gave it to him.
-I wanna make-- -I didn't--
If you don't shut the fuck up, I swear to God, Cheena.
VICTOR: Listen to me. CHEENA: I'm sorry.
He's bringing a PlayStation. Can you understand that?
I understand. You got it for him. Thanks.
No, I'm gonna check up on that PlayStation.
If I don't see it, I swear to God...
I'll assume you sold it. Got me?
Don't answer. It doesn't need an answer.
And by the way, that money your son saved up...
I want it, Friday.
VICTOR: The kind of money we make, you can't go to a bank.
You make huge cash deposits three times a week...
you don't think they'll get suspicious?
I got me a $40,000 truck...
I park in one of the country's poorest neighbourhoods.
But no one touches it. Why? Because they know who I am.
Respect, remember?
There's only so much you can do with the money.
Jimmy likes to spend it all on his safari jungle furniture.
He loves that shit.
Chedda has the world's biggest stereo system...
in the world's puniest apartment.
Sometimes you can't help doing something special, though.
[Soft instrumental music]
VICTOR: What's that, $17,000?
VICTOR: Got you something.
VICTOR: I was always alone.
Always had to prove myself.
Always had to be better than everybody.
But that's the way you have to be here.
That is, till I met Carmen.
She's been my girl for a long time now.
I don't mean to brag...
but she's the only girl who was ever as smart as me.
She's going to college for her B.A.
We been living together now, for what, a year?
Which makes her moms crazy.
I know, who wants their daughter to be a drug dealer's honey?
But Carmen's mom hated me from the get-go.
Carmen knows what I do. She don't like it...
but she don't have any illusions about a guy like me.
It's times like this that make it all worthwhile.
Everything that happens, all the shit.
It just disappears.
VICTOR: You're beautiful.
[Soft instrumental music continues]
VICTOR: Wish I could've told Carmen I could never stop or slow down...
'cause I could never stop or slow down.
Had to keep operating. My life depended on it.
I was used to dealing. It made me feel alive.
I had to show everybody.
TRISH: Did you get all that?
I couldn't understand what he was talking about by the end.
I think so.
-Did you read the chapters? -I tried.
It was just so damn boring.
I want to show you something.
Look what Vic got me. Isn't it beautiful?
TRISH: Is it your birthday?
-He got it for me out of the blue. -Oh, my God.
TRISH: These diamonds, they're huge!
I don't wanna tell you where he bought it.
I mean, this must've cost at least $15,000, $20,000.
CARMEN: No way. You think so?
What does this boyfriend of yours do?
He's in business, you know?
Business?
What kind of business is he in...
that he can buy a $20,000 necklace for no reason?
Don't answer that. I got to get going.
My boyfriend's having a party. Why don't you and Vic come?
-You sure? -Yeah, I'm sure.
TRISH: It's all his friends. I'd love to have someone to talk to.
It's a cocktail party, kind of dressy.
Your necklace will look fabulous.
-I'll be there. -Make sure you bring your boyfriend.
I want to see who's taking such good care of you.
-You're not going to have lunch? -No, and I can't find a match.
'Bye.
VICTOR: Under the Giuliani dictatorship...
there's more than the usual number of neighbourhood sweeps.
They target a few blocks...
try and shut things down, and move on to the next.
You always have to find a way to survive.
Undercover units are always on the spot.
But they ain't fooling nobody.
There's always a constant flow of money here.
You can't let something like this stop you or get at you.
So if they're gonna watch you, then you got to watch them back.
IRIS: Oh, my God.
IRIS: Where are you going so beautiful?
CARMEN: To a party.
Mamí, here's the plate back.
Thank you. Titi.
Tambaché, you come straight from the office?
Got a promotion.
I'm not a street pharmacist anymore. I'm a doctor.
Don't start. We have to go. Kiss.
Have fun, honey.
CARMEN: Okay, I'll call you later.
'Bye.
VICTOR: National Geographic should do a special on us.
Fuck Bosnia. I mean, this city, man.
'Cause we got invisible but well-known boundaries here.
Different ways of life, different rules, but no mixing.
Drive a couple of miles over the bridge...
and abracadabra. Bodegas turn into fine boutiques.
Tenement buildings turn into brownstones.
We got to have someplace to go.
Boring-ass white people can't dance.
Will you stop?
VICTOR: You only catch a white guy in my locality when they buy.
But when I come to their ritzy neighbourhoods...
they get uncomfortable.
-Is this it? -Yep, 9707.
CARMEN: Come on, baby. VICTOR: Come over here.
-Let's not go. -Come on, baby.
Let's go to the Copa. Jimmy's there.
-I don't want to-- -This will be boring.
Trish is my friend, too. I want you to meet her.
-Please. -You have to take a hit.
That way you change your mind.
-Baby. -What?
If it's awful, we'll leave.
-Promise? -I promise.
-Five minutes? -Five minutes is not enough.
VICTOR: Exactly, that's my point.
CARMEN: Come on. VICTOR: All right.
DOORMAN: Can I help you?
We're looking for a Jack Wimmer.
That would be the penthouse.
All right. Here, you can finish it.
[Groovy dance music]
TRISH: Do you guys know this new artist, Brian Ferrill?
I bought these two paintings for Jack.
VICTOR: This place is disgusting. Look at it.
You've got company.
Get me a beer and get her a Cosmo.
WAITRESS: Cosmopolitan?
No, I'm gonna have a diet soda, please.
He's cute. What's his name?
TRISH: He's not for you, Cleo.
Got to have your way, don't you?
CARMEN: That's right.
Hey!
TRISH: So glad you made it.
JACK: That's quite a view?
Unbelievable.
-No, that one. -That one, too.
VICTOR: That's nothing, man. I got that shit at home.
Yeah? Where are you from?
From uptown.
JACK: Oh, yeah? Where about?
South Bronx.
Really? That's cool.
By the way, I'm Jack Wimmer.
-What? -So you're the lucky motherfucker.
-This your place? -It's embarrassing.
I'm not used to it.
-So, what do you do? -I'm an investment banker.
That's what this is. This is a business party.
I represent half those people down there.
I wanna represent the other half, so I let them impress each other.
Right. Do the work for you.
What do you do?
Whatever it is I do, I'm not doing enough of.
That's for damn sure.
Basically, I'm just self-employed.
That's cool.
I bet that whatever it is that you do...
is not half as bad as what some of those people down there do.
Interesting point of view.
Anyone who'd judge you for what you do is a hypocrite...
because any real businessman, anyone who makes real money...
is gonna be cutthroat.
Any media company, oil company, tobacco company....
Those are some of the most vicious people in the world.
They got stockholders all over the world...
who are basically accessories in crime.
Still, at the end of the day, man...
you go to sleep feeling legit, right?
For me, man, I go to sleep every night like...
one eye like that, you know?
But you could be a part of this, too.
It's the age of peace and prosperity.
Why don't you put me down for some?
-How do I get in touch with you? -Talk to your girl.
-Through Trish? -She knows my girl, Carmen.
-Your girlfriend's Carmen? -Yeah.
I've heard a lot about her. That's cool.
So basically, we both have girlfriends.
-Well, you know. -You can look at the menu.
That's right, we're human.
So, did you have fun?
Well, yeah.
Only because I thought it was going to suck.
-That Jack's a herb, man. -You think?
Totally. Here, have some.
You're not drinking at all tonight. What's up?
-I can't. -What do you mean, you can't?
I mean, I can't.
Not while I'm pregnant.
Come on, you're kidding. You're just saying that.
No, come on. You serious?
Get out. When? I mean....
No. Are you serious? Why didn't you tell me?
When did this happen? When did you know?
-Does it matter? -Oh, my God!
I can't believe you're pregnant. Holy shit!
I can't believe that.
Come over here. Give me a kiss.
Hang on, let me get you.
VICTOR: Careful. Come on.
VICTOR: You're gaining weight already.
CARMEN: Relax. It's just an embryo.
VICTOR: I'm having a baby. CARMEN: No, we're having a baby.
VICTOR: That's what I said.
I can't believe it. I'll go park the car, all right?
[Tense instrumental music]
JOSÉ: Hey, yo.
[Rhythmic dance music]
[Echoing] "G"!
[Gunshots]
[Bystanders screaming and yelling]
[Victor yells]
CARMEN: Ssh.
CARMEN: It's okay.
How you doing?
-I missed you. -My arm.
I know, baby.
-How's the baby? -The baby?
The baby's fine.
CARMEN: How you doing?
-My arm. -I know, baby. I know.
They didn't get me.
All right.
Where's....
CARMEN: I got it right here, honey.
VICTOR: Let's see. CARMEN: It's right here, baby.
VICTOR: Right here. CARMEN: I got it right here.
Yo, man. They got my beating-off arm.
My dick don't like my left hand, you know?
You lucky. That shit just missed your heart.
Which side you think his heart is?
Who gives a fuck which side it's on?
We got important shit to discuss.
You know who the shooter was, Pa?
It was that shit we almost nailed the other day.
José.
I don't like none of them motherfuckers.
That's what I'm saying. That's Tito's boy.
It'll be Tito who pays. We hit that motherfucker.
We can't do that. Use your head.
We got beef with them. If the cops see us...
-they'll come for us. -I don't give a fuck who knows.
It's been two days. We don't hit tonight...
the niggers will push in on our spots.
I know it's been two days. I want to get out of here.
-Just hold up and wait for me. -Look at this shit.
VICTOR: Yeah, baby. JIMMY: Fuck, man!
What's going on, man? You want to talk to me now?
You got something to say? Who's running this crew?
Yo, Chedda, make sure he don't do anything stupid, all right?
Whatever you say, Papa.
Whatever you say.
You're right, Vic. I'm gonna wait.
Call me later, all right?
VICTOR: Fucking cops know who shot me.
Nothing like this stays quiet in the neighbourhood.
They'll just wait and see if I go after Tito.
They get Tito out of the way, then take me down.
Two birds and all that.
They're happy to stand on the sidelines...
and just let us take each other out.
TRISH: I mean, Carmen must be freaking out.
JACK: Yeah, that's totally fucked up.
It's a bullet in the shoulder. I think he'll be fine.
I really think you need to think about this.
You've never worked with someone like Vic before.
Do you have any idea how much he's worth liquid? Just cash.
No.
$4 million or $5 million.
-Really? -Really.
Shit.
He's a businessman. If he were born in the suburbs...
he'd be running a Fortune 500 company.
He was born in the Bronx, he does what he does.
I like him. He's as legit as anyone else I've worked with.
I like him, too.
I mean, he's cute, intelligent--
JACK: You think he's cute?
You jealous?
He's got a bullet in his shoulder.
-You are so mean. -How you doing?
CLEO: What's going on?
CLEO: How are you? JACK: You're taking off?
-'Bye. -Have fun.
JACK: Don't spend too much of my money. TRISH: Every dime.
-Here. -What's this?
Trish's boyfriend, Jack...
took a liking to you and wants to do business with you.
When did he call? This morning?
Last week, but that's not the point.
-Think I can't handle it? -No, that's not what I'm saying.
I wouldn't be here if I didn't know what I was doing.
CARMEN: I think you can handle anything. I've always said that.
But it's a different animal, Papí>
All right.
I mean, we're talking about a Wall Street guy.
If you're going to do this, go in knowing...
that he's not smarter than you.
CARMEN: You hear me?
VICTOR: Rafael Menendez...
younger brother of Joanna Menendez, La Colombiana.
I've seen her three or four times...
in the 10 years I've worked for her.
She don't like people to know who she is.
So she sends Rafael to do her business.
He's someone you don't want to fuck with.
So basically, bottom line, what I'm asking you...
is for approval, okay?
'Cause Tito's gonna go to war.
If I don't respond hard, if I don't jump in there...
this will be out of control. You know what I'm saying, right?
Tito's a stupid motherfucker.
VICTOR: I know that.
He's been a pain in our asses for a long time.
Just make sure this is over with quick.
No doubt. I'm about winning. I'm not about fighting.
This has nothing to do with you wanting a piece of his action.
But we'll give you Tito's spots down to Prospect.
Hector and Negro will split up what's left over.
All right.
Listen.
She told me she appreciates you coming to us about this.
I only do business with you people.
She's always appreciated a good businessman.
Yeah, same.
I got a little token of appreciation...
for your sister, all right?
No doubt.
She really appreciates everything, you know?
Why you so impressed by that rube for? He's nobody.
If it wasn't for them, we wouldn't be where we're at. That's why.
JIMMY: Stop sweating it, man. You want his balls.
You sweat the small stuff.
You don't see the big picture. That's your problem.
My brother used to say, "Keep your homies close...
-"and your beef even closer." -That's The Godfather.
From The Godfather? That's not from The Godfather.
That's my brother's words. He made it up.
I'm telling you that was from The Godfather.
[Languid instrumental music]
[Knock on door]
-It's Crackhead Pete. -Let that nigger in.
You know he's cool.
[Shotgun blast]
[Languid music continues over gunshots]
[Empty gun clicks]
[Languid music continues]
[Victor whistles]
VICTOR: José!
[Empty gun clicks]
[Gunshot]
CHEDDA: That's how you do it. JIMMY: What the fuck!
JIMMY: What the fuck took you so fucking long?
JIMMY: Where were you, motherfucker?
[Jay speaks in Spanish]
-That's right. -Where's your late pass at, loco?
You my boys. I know you can handle that shit.
They'll bury that fat motherfucker in the ocean.
[Noise of someone moving]
[Sombre instrumental music]
[Melancholy instrumental music]
HOC: BMF.com.
No more jets to the Caymans.
I'm talking instant transfer of cash.
Hoc's right.
It's a sleeping giant. Every single bank....
VICTOR: I don't know how it is to lose a son.
There are no sleeping giants.
VICTOR: But after what Jimmy did to Tito's kid, I knew I was out.
Maybe investing with Jack would be the answer.
JACK: So you're saying I'm wrong?
Do you know him?
-How's it going? -What's up?
-It's good to see you.
Good to see you, man.
JACK: I'll catch you on the way out.
SASHA: 'Bye. JACK: I'll see you later.
VICTOR: That's some sweet little bootie.
JACK: All right, you got a drink? VICTOR: I'm good, man.
-Want a cigar? -Hell, yeah.
JACK: You ready to do some business?
VICTOR: I was born ready, baby.
JACK: This is a prospectus.
It's gonna look like hieroglyphics to you.
JACK: I'll explain it later. VICTOR: What's this "perspecticus" for?
For a start-up company. A sleeping giant, we call it.
There aren't any more sleeping giants left.
Most of them are extinct.
What do you mean?
JACK: What? VICTOR: I was trying to play you.
I overheard you over there. I came early.
No. They didn't believe me anyway.
There are some good ones out there.
-What type of deals? -Biotechnology.
-Like human genome. -It's legit? Is it happening?
What'd you mean, is it legit? Of course it's legit.
Is it legit?
For real?
You got to ask yourself how much are you willing to invest?
All right. So how much...
do I need to invest in this, the cloning stuff?
Just to get your feet wet, a minimum of $1 million.
It's a six to eight month investment period.
We'll make back several times our investment...
within the year. There's no such thing as a sure thing...
but this is as close as it gets.
VICTOR: Jack and I did our homework on each other.
He's got what he's got, and I want what he's got.
I keep my money in nine places.
An apartment of an old woman that can't afford to live there...
bodegas, a blind man's place...
a principal's office, all over.
I pay their rent, give them some grocery cash.
In return they keep a safe for me.
CHEDDA: Yo, wake up. Vic's here.
JIMMY: You want a brew, man? VICTOR: Kick it over here.
So, what's up?
I got this investment opportunity.
I can make enough money to get out of this shit.
If you're interested...
I can bring you in and maybe make enough to get out.
Get out of what? I'm happy doing what I'm doing.
I thought you was happy, too.
You think I want to go out like my brother?
Besides, I got a baby coming.
Congratulations, Papa.
But what about the crew?
VICTOR: You been running this with me from the beginning.
All it is now is just.... I'm out of the way.
You know La Colombiana. She won't let you just walk away.
With the money you're making, she could easily forget me.
I could just fade away easy, like that.
All I need from you is to help me with a head start.
JIMMY: Come here. You got it. VICTOR: Thanks a lot.
-Freeze! Police! Hands up! -Get them up!
DET. JONES: Keep them up! On the floor! Get down!
DET. O'BRIEN: Don't fuck around here this time!
Shut the fuck up!
DET. JONES: Don't worry. We'll take good care of you.
You are fucking done!
DET. O'BRIEN: You're sorry, all right. DET. JONES: So am l. Let's go.
-Can I just get my jacket, please? -No, smart ass.
VICTOR: My cell phone?
VICTOR: You get picked up, there's one thing you never forget:
Keep your mouth shut.
Don't say a fucking word. You think cops are stupid?
Think you can talk your way out? You're wrong.
Every conviction they get is some dumb motherfucker...
tripping himself up. Keep your mouth shut.
Close off your mind. Try to relax. Don't listen.
Everything they say is a lie.
They'll tell you they got witnesses.
That your boys turned on you. All lies.
If they had that, they wouldn't be bothering with all this shit.
I called everybody.
I had no one else to turn to but Jack.
He sent this lawyer...
an old white cat named Bobby Gold, to get me.
And like that, I'm out.
BOBBY: Let's get out of here. Let's go.
Get him out of there.
VICTOR: It's cold as shit, man.
-Thank you so much. -Everything is under control.
JACK: Will that be all right? BOBBY: Yes.
You shouldn't have any more trouble.
This is a bullshit case. They know it.
Now, anybody asks you anything about this...
any cops come near you...
you call me immediately.
BOBBY: I got to run. JACK: Thanks so much.
[Victor sighs]
I took a big chance working with you, right?
-I know. -This can't happen.
-I took a chance on you, too. -I know.
If it happens again, the deal's off, all right?
All right.
The girls are waiting for us. You want to go out?
VICTOR: Whatever. JACK: Come on.
[Sings slow song]
This place is so amazing. You guys will love it.
And you know what? A lot of boricuas come here.
VICTOR: A lot of what? TRISH: Boricuas.
CARMEN: Boricuas, Vic. JACK: Chill out.
You know what she said.
There's Mike, remember? He went to our loft party.
Your chick's hardcore.
[Continues singing slow song]
JACK: Why can't you drink?
My baby's having a baby.
-Really? -Hell, yeah.
VICTOR: Know where to put it. JACK: That's really great.
Congratulations, what did I miss?
-They're having a baby. -What?
JACK: Isn't that great? TRISH: My God, you're having a baby?
They're having a baby.
JACK: I heard it the first time. TRISH: Jack knew before me.
VICTOR: What is that drink?
-Bacardi and water. Taste it. -That's so beautiful.
CARMEN: Thank you. JACK: Can you feel it yet?
[Continues singing slow song]
Will it be small with the baby in there?
JACK: You've got to get a better place. VICTOR: We're trying.
-What about the loft? -What about the loft?
Nobody's using it and it's huge.
It's true. We have this loft down in SoHo...
that I got as an investment.
VICTOR: You have a place in SoHo? JACK: It's beautiful.
-No one lives there. -It's empty.
You could live there free.
TRISH: You should. We'll decorate.
-Hear them out, baby. -You could totally live there.
VICTOR: This here is Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.
This is it.
Why bother making money if you ain't living like this?
You should all live like this just once.
This don't make no fucking sense to me.
You got some pussy you chasing there on the side?
JAY: I'm trying to concentrate here.
You got no concentration.
Ain't nobody talking to you. I'm over here with this.
You'll be back. Everything you are is in this neighbourhood.
-What's the matter with you? -That's right.
You fuckers should be happy.
This nigger is doing something with his life.
Watch your mouth. Came up knee-high with this here.
You see this here? All this here is family, understand?
-We still family. -I love you motherfuckers.
He'll be back.
I'm not coming back. This is it, though.
I gotta move on. Made my decision. Jimmy will take over the spots.
-You lucky with a leader like this. -Motherfucker.
-You'll never come back? -I'm coming back.
Because I got to smoke with my ho's.
Motherfucker's got to smoke with his ho's.
It's only 20 minutes away.
I'll come and see you every weekend, I promise.
But not every weekend.
I have my life, you know that?
Just kidding.
VICTOR: This thing with Jack. I know I'm letting go...
of the bird in the hand for the one that's flying.
And I hope I'm right.
CARMEN: Come on! VICTOR: Looks like doo-doo.
This is the one.
[Romantic Latino music]
VICTOR: Think it should be more this way?
[Romantic Latino music builds]
VICTOR: This is the way we should be living.
My woman deserves it, my kid deserves it...
and I deserve it. Fuck everything else.
Looks like I'm going to court. Like a defendant.
JACK: Looks good.
VICTOR: Jack. What can I say?
We're just getting to know each other better.
I think he's a white me in a lot of ways.
They say good-looking people look good even in garbage bags.
Yeah, but I'll take Armani, just like Jack.
-We got the suit and the sweater. -It's mine.
-Let me take care of it. -It's not even my money.
It's a corporate card. It's fine.
CARMEN: How are you?
CARMEN: It's good to see you. TRISH: Look at you.
TRISH: So, how are you? CARMEN: I'm good.
I miss the old neighbourhood, though.
You know, my mom's.
Vic really likes it. He seems relaxed.
-How's the pregnancy going? -Good.
Look at you!
A little morning sickness now and then.
Other than that, it's all good.
Is Vic taking care of you and all that?
You know, regular stuff.
He doesn't let me do anything. I can't even cook anymore.
Great. I hate to cook.
I can't even get him to eat Spanish food anymore.
How about that?
JAY: It's fucking Vic! What's the deal?
CHEDDA: Better have your ghetto pass! JAY: That's a pretty motherfucker.
VICTOR: Loud-ass Puerto Ricans!
JAY: What's the deal?
CHEDDA: What's up? You looking good.
All sharp and spiffy.
JAY: How are you?
CHEDDA: Mama, you all right? JAY: It's been like a year.
JAY: High-class jibaro.
What's up?
VICTOR: How's your dick hanging? CHEDDA: Yo, listen!
JAY: How you doing? Where you been?
Working, doing my shit.
This and that. Yadda, yadda.
It's her mom's birthday. We're gonna see her. You know how she is.
-Come on, we got to go. -It's all right.
Come on, we ain't seen you in forever.
Give me a holler. You got my number.
We got to go.
We ain't got nothing to do. What's up?
VICTOR: Holler me, man. CHEDDA: I'm a holler.
VICTOR: I got to take her.
JIMMY: That's a nice suit. VICTOR: Thanks, dog.
JIMMY: It's cool. Let's get out of here.
All right, Vic.
All right, dog.
[Rhythmic Latino dance music]
[Animated conversation in Spanish]
Honey, carve this for me.
CARMEN: Titi, look at the chain that Vic bought me.
CARMEN: They're diamonds.
Crazy, right?
Check this. Check this right here.
CARMEN: Jesus Christ, that's huge.
IRIS: Watch your tongue.
Pero, that's thicker than Vic's chain.
Baby, show them your "G" chain.
Come on, Papí>
Oye, Papo. Come on, bro, show me. What's up?
I'm not wearing it.
What do you mean, you're not wearing it?
I mean, I'm not wearing it. I don't got it on.
CARMEN: But you always-- VICTOR: Well, I don't got it on.
What do you want me to say?
If I never come back to this neighbourhood I'll die happy.
Whatever that means.
I just got nothing to say to anybody around here anymore, you know?
What the hell is wrong with you?
You turn your back on the only people...
who give a fuck about you.
You think Jack gives a shit about you?
Because we hang out with Jack and Trish...
every now and then, they're our friends?
We ain't got no friends, Victor.
All we have is some bourgi loft apartment you call home.
Wherever I'm at, that's your home.
It will never be home to me.
So that's the way it is?
-Why don't you go the fuck back? -Maybe I should.
You know, everything I do for you?
I turn myself inside out.
I fucking bend myself over backwards for you. Fuck that.
Go back to your fucking mom's.
What's that look now?
That look is, I don't know who the fuck you are.
You know who I am?
Get the fuck out of my car.
Get out!
Don't give me that look. Get the fuck out of my car!
CARMEN: Open the fucking door!
VICTOR: There, how's that? You dumb bitch.
Don't fucking break my door!
VICTOR: Jack, what's up, dog? How you doing, man?
I'm all right.
Me and Carmen just had a big-ass fight.
I told her to go home and just go to her fucking mom's forever.
I don't care, man. Fuck that, you know?
Sometimes you got to talk to them like that.
I don't want to go home. You got anything going on?
That's cool. I'll come by.
JACK: I wanted to wait till the girls were around to give this to you...
but I got to give it to you now.
[Telephone rings]
Check it out.
This is sweet, man.
I'll call you back.
VICTOR: $2 million!
JACK: I do you wrong? VICTOR: Hell, no.
VICTOR: Dude, I can't even talk. JACK: You're speechless.
It won't always be like this. The market's really hot right now.
-So let's put it back in, man. -Well, we'll think about it.
All right.
So what's been bothering you?
Women, man.
They ask you to change, and when you change...
you become someone else, they hate you...
'cause they wanted the guy they first met.
But you can't be that anymore, 'cause they asked you to change.
I know where to take you. Come on. It's all right.
JACK: Cheers.
So what's our next move, man?
I want to sit you down with my partners, introduce you to them.
And I think the next thing we need to do after that...
is evaluate your risk tolerance, really diversify.
-I got a serious appetite for risk. -I know.
But we need some safe things for you also. For the future.
We should schedule that for a couple weeks from now.
This other thing I'm working on is taking a lot of time.
What is it?
-If you can talk about it. -Sure.
What we had you in before is a $60 million fund.
This is a $600 million fund.
Can we get him another girl?
$600 million? It's so much money.
JACK: It's similar to the deal I was doing with you...
but it's a $4.5 million minimum. I'm in for $6 million.
JACK: This thing is unbelievable. VICTOR: Wait a minute.
You're putting in $6 million of your own cash into this?
This has a really solid management team.
Twenty years experience, never fucked up.
Some really smart money in it, and a really sound idea.
Everyone's scrambling to get in but the deal's closed.
No way you can massage me into that?
Are you seriously interested?
JACK: What?
To show you how heavy my commitment is...
I'll give it back to you. Just put it right in.
VICTOR: That way I can get in. JACK: Listen. Keep this.
JACK: It's clean money. We didn't do this for nothing.
Keep a hold of that. lf you are interested...
get some more money together, then call me.
How much time do I have?
-I'd say about a week. -A week.
JACK: It's a lot of pressure. I want you to think about it.
It scares me the way you just jump into things.
All right.
JACK: It's my turn.
VICTOR: Once you've worked for Joanna Menendez, you're hers.
There's no quitting.
No matter what you do, she'll take a cut for life.
So there ain't a whole lot I could do.
I could pack up and run.
I could pay her 40 percent of what I made.
I could tell her to go fuck off. I wouldn't make it back to the car.
Or, I could talk to her like a businessman.
Let me tell you what I did.
I thought what Donald Trump and Ted Turner would do.
They'd make a deal.
Talk the language all businessmen understand: money.
[Rhythmic instrumental music]
VICTOR: Oh, my God. Look at you.
You look so amazing for your age.
-If only I was 10 years older-- -Are you learning how to flirt?
VICTOR: Just now.
I met you when you were so green.
[In Spanish]
But everything comes with a price. Even that gorgeous smile of yours.
What do you want?
We've worked together how long now, 10 years?
Something like that?
I made you like, what? $5 million, $6 million a year? Maybe more?
In all that time I never fucked you. I never held out on you.
I was always the best you had.
But like every business diversifies, I need to diversify.
There's only so far I can go in this lifestyle.
Lifestyle! What's so bad about it?
What do you need, Vic?
I don't see you walking around with a Metrocard in your pocket.
Stop it.
Talk to me.
I got Jimmy working my crew right now.
And he's making as much money as I was before.
So you won't be hurting with me gone.
Because I got a prospect for you. I want to merge with you.
I want a partnership where I can get you...
300 percent return on your investment.
How much are you looking for?
$1.5 million.
-That's a lot of money. -But I can get you $4.5...
in a six-month period.
That's the beauty of it.
As soon as I get your money back...
I want to be able to diversify some more, you know?
-But what kind of a deal is it? -Offshore deposits.
Money laundering.
VICTOR: No, this guy's legitimate.
How solid is your contact?
Guy's unbelievable. I met him through my girlfriend.
This white guy's the hottest guy on Wall Street.
Everybody's investing with him. He's got all the money he needs.
There's no such thing, baby. We both know that.
Yeah, right. True.
But, you know, you're right. You earned this one.
But I want 500 percent return.
$7.5 million. That's my price.
I don't know if I can do that.
All right, you got it.
I just need the money by the end of the week.
But you want something from me, I want something from you: Jimmy.
He's in a war with Hector. I can't have that.
Hector is a good guy. He's not crazy like Tito...
cutting the shit and all that.
This has to come to an end...
before it turns violent and they fuck up my business.
You talk to Jimmy.
All right.
You know, it's just that....
Me and Jimmy, I haven't even talked to him in a while.
But you're like brothers, and he'll listen to you.
Okay, I'll talk to him.
Will you talk to him tonight?
Tonight.
Then you come back here on Friday to get your money.
-La Colombiana? -Yeah, come on.
What do you got to do with La Colombiana?
La Colombiana asked me to intervene on her behalf...
and just stop it before it turns into something.
This is the same motherfucker who talked to me about...
how "I'm gonna have a kid...
"and I want out of the game. I want to do what's right."
You come back and tell me how to run my business.
You are telling me how to run it.
You fucking turn this into violence, you'll get yourself fucked.
Who's gonna fuck me? That fucking bitch?
What are you going to do?
I'll go there tonight and settle this shit.
If you do that, I'm going with you.
I'll go with you and settle it. Give me your gun.
I'll take care of this.
-I ain't giving you my gun. -Come on.
I'll go with you and cure this. Give me the gun.
That's like giving you my shoes. I ain't giving you my gun, B.
Give me your gun, man.
I got your back. I'll never let shit happen to you.
What's up, Hector? How you doing?
Brought you some offerings.
Thanks, brother.
You lost some weight. You're looking Diesel, you know?
-Stress, you know. -I hear that.
I heard about your bonita. She hurt her hip.
She's good. How's your lady?
VICTOR: She's the love of my life. She's so ill.
You know how she is, overambitious. Hardly ever see her.
-That's why it works. -Chug.
Let's cut to the chase, because you know what I'm about, right?
VICTOR: All right, I know.
Your boy here, you need to keep him on a short leash.
That's kind of strong. Strong words and whatnot.
But I got to talk to Rafael, and we just want to squash the beef.
Just optimise the situation.
I spoke to Rafael, too.
Jimmy's got a long tongue. He talks too much shit...
around the neighbourhood, like he's running shit.
We were like that once.
We were coming up and said a lot. Hotheaded and whatnot.
We all make mistakes. Right, Jimmy? You ain't gonna do that no more.
What's up, Jimmy? We cool or what?
You know what, Hec?
We cool, man.
VICTOR: Jimmy, no!
[Gunshots]
What were you thinking?
You fucking promised you wouldn't do anything!
VICTOR: You said you wouldn't do anything!
JIMMY: You're fucking overreacting!
JIMMY: Fucking calm down!
Fuck you, motherfucker.
You fucking reacted, you stupid idiot.
I gave you the crew to run, not to take them...
on a suicide mission. You can kill yourself...
but don't take Jay and Chedda with you.
You trying to tell me how to run my fucking business?
It's beyond that. I gave you your fucking business.
You were nothing before I came into this shit.
How do you know what we doing? You ain't been around for months.
Come skipping back into the neighbourhood.
It's supposed to be the same. You know what?
The shit is different. This whole fucking thing is ours.
You're not listening, man.
La Colombiana doesn't play. She'll come after you.
I'm not giving her my fucking balls.
Chedda, Jay, listen to me. Listen, it's over for the man.
They're going to kill him, you understand?
Ain't nobody touching nothing here. Let me tell you.
I'm not giving you a little diaper buddy...
knee-high speech. Y'all know this.
We all we got, understand?
We been doing this shit. Them fuckers is dead.
Nothing will bring them back.
They got toe tags. They out of here.
What needs to be known right now...
are you on this side, or are you with them motherfuckers?
-It's not that simple. -It is that simple!
Remember when you fixed my VCR?
You fixed it. I fucked it up.
No matter how bad it got, you fixed it. I fucked it up.
You fixed it, I fucked it up.
Fix this.
VICTOR: You think you fucked me, right?
You just like to prove some shit, that you can't be told...
what to do, right? But you fucked yourself worse, baby.
-You know what I think? -What do you think?
I think that's what you're all about.
I think you don't give a fuck about Jay, Chedda, me, nobody.
You know who you always give a fuck about?
-Who? -Victor fucking Rosa!
That's who you fucking care about!
You don't give a fuck about us. It's about money with you.
Go to the white neighbourhood all you want.
But you'll always be a fucking spic. That's in your fucking blood.
Can you guarantee that my blood will stay in my body, man?
Can you ever do that?
[Telephone rings]
Jack.
JACK: Hey, man, how's it going?
I'm so glad you called me back.
JACK: Of course. What's going on?
VICTOR: You don't know the half of it, dog. I don't know.
This has got so fucked up.
JACK: What's fucked up? What's going on?
I don't know. I just....
Look, don't get me wrong, man, but I just think....
I don't know, maybe I'm a little....
Maybe this deal's too much for me, a little over my head, you know?
JACK: That's ridiculous.
Everything's going great, okay?
Things are looking really good.
No, it's just....
You'll have more than enough money. They're really excited here.
They're all trashed and asleep right now.
VICTOR: It's just that....
I haven't seen Carmen in over a week. I haven't talked to her.
She won't....
I'm in this fucking apartment all by myself. I'm losing my mind.
VICTOR: I'm flipping. JACK: Listen.
Everything will be fine with Carmen, all right?
Things are going crazy out here.
I'm working on your deal as we speak.
When she finds out how much money you've got...
she will chill out. Everything will be okay.
Yeah, no doubt it's going to be fantastic, man.
It's going to be the shit, you know? Are you still in Hell-A?
I'm at this fucking crazy place up in Malibu. It's unbelievable.
I'm out on the porch, just soaking it up.
You know it, man! We'll have so much money...
we won't know what to do, right?
Totally.
It's a bet, man. We'll fucking tear this town up, right?
We're going to party our fucking brains out.
But call me for sure, man.
JACK: For sure. VICTOR: All right. Later.
Trish, listen....
IRIS: Honey, can I just ask you a little thing?
Is it better really to sit here miserable than to be with him?
You know, honey...
the asshole's in his apartment, as miserable as you are.
If he's so fucking miserable, he can call me and apologise.
IRIS: Okay, this is it.
If you decide to have this baby with that asshole...
go have the baby with him.
I'm behind you 100 percent. I'm your mother, remember?
If you want to have this baby by yourself, I'm here for you.
Let's do that. The only thing I cannot do...
is watch you watching television.
Watching novelas and doing nothing.
Vic?
Hello?
VICTOR: Trish, what you doing here? TRISH: Oh, God.
I have missed you.
VICTOR: It's okay.
The place looks cute. Looks good.
-How did you get in? -I have my own set.
Do you have wine or something?
I'll see what I got.
TRISH: Thank you.
I was in the neighbourhood, shopping...
and I thought I'd come by and see how you are.
This is all I got.
TRISH: Thank you.
I'm gonna go upstairs and change.
TRISH: No, you're not.
VICTOR: I'm not? TRISH: No.
You're not being a good host, leaving me here.
I'm being a good host by going upstairs. I want to change.
I don't give a fuck if you're wearing a towel.
I just want to talk to you.
But I give a shit that I'm wearing a towel.
Since when did you get uptight?
Are you uptight now?
-Come here a second. -All right.
VICTOR: So what do you want to talk about?
I want to talk about you. I've never seen these before.
Pretty ugly.
-I got a little reckless. -A little reckless?
-Do they hurt? -When you poke them like that.
Only when I poke them?
So, how are you?
I don't want to talk about it. Has Jack called you?
Jack? No, he didn't call. He's in Miami with his mom.
What do you mean he's in Miami?
I thought he said he was in LA.
You know what? I don't want to talk about Jack.
-No, come on. -I just want to kiss you. Come on.
I'm so lonely. Jack's gone, too.
-You're beautiful. Don't do this. -Let me kiss you. Just a kiss.
-Come on, you promised. -So I broke my promise.
That makes you a liar.
Aren't we all liars?
Don't do this. Come on.
TRISH: Oh, shit! VICTOR: What?
TRISH: Fucking turn around.
Oh, shit. Carmen, baby.
I swear to God, it's not what you think.
I just came out of the shower.
I'm sorry, baby. It's not what you think.
I was taking a shower. She came in--
TRISH: Was that necessary? Shit! VICTOR: Get the fuck out of here.
Baby, I'm sorry. Listen, hear me out.
Please, look me in the eye. I know how you feel.
Just give me a moment to explain myself, all right?
VICTOR: I love you. You think I'd do something like this?
Baby, come on.
[Tense, rhythmic music]
Good morning, Vic. Nice fucking place.
Security's a little light though.
Don't you ever fucking sleep?
Vic, come on. We had a nice deal going.
You can't just run out on us.
I'm not running out, man.
Do I look like I'm trying to run out?
She wants to see you.
VICTOR: All right.
Get dressed.
I did what I said I was going to do.
-There is the money. -I'm incredibly grateful--
What happened last night?
You were supposed to make sure there was no violence.
-You know, I tried-- -Tried?
What am I supposed to do with "tried," Vic?
You said you could control Jimmy. And what have I got?
One of my key dealers dead because you tried?
This is how you want to do business with me?
I am trusting you...
with $1 .5 million.
You're going to fix this.
Jimmy has to go.
You got your money.
Now you finish your part of the deal.
[Tense, rhythmic music continues]
This is obviously all of it, yeah?
If you're short, just give me a holler.
I'm sure it's all of it.
My God, I didn't know you'd bring it all in cash.
It's a cash business.
All right. I got to get this to the bank.
This is crazy.
-This better work. -It's a total lock.
Man, we got to go out and party now, right?
No, I got to take care of something.
-What do you got to take care of? -Look, I did my part.
Now you do your part.
JACK: Sure thing.
All right, I'll meet you there. All right, peace.
[Tense instrumental music]
Don't come any fucking closer.
Take your hands out of your pocket. Let me see them.
Here you go, Jimmy. I just want to talk to you.
I just want to talk to you, that's all.
So talk.
On my way over here I was thinking about....
Do you remember that time when we were in about 8th grade...
and we were at that bodega near St. Anne's?
We were gonna rob that carton of cigarettes...
and you were gonna pretend to be in a seizure and we go in.
And the guy....
You throw yourself on the ground, flipping and foaming...
and the guy starts laughing. And you flip out more...
going crazier, and the guy laughs more.
You jump up, grab him and say, "Yo, motherfucker!
"If this shit was real, would you laugh your ass off...
"like that, motherfucker?" And you went crazy.
You started tearing the place apart.
Right then, I knew you could do anything you ever wanted.
Because you were afraid of nothing. And that shit always stuck with me.
Then they sent you to kill me?
Yeah.
You going to do it?
What do you think?
I think you thought about it.
Just...run, man.
Just fucking run the fuck out of here.
Just keep going, man. Don't turn around.
Where am I gonna go?
I don't know, man.
I don't want to die, man.
[Gunshot]
[Rhythmic percussion music]
[Sentimental song]
RECORDING: The number you have reached is not in service.
Please check the number and dial again.
RECORDING: The cellular number you have called is no longer in service.
There is no further information.
SECRETARY: Stevens, Haus, and Gold.
Hello, I'd like to speak to Bobby Gold, please?
SECRETARY: May I have that name again, sir?
Robert Gold, Bobby Gold, attorney-at-law, please.
SECRETARY: I don't have a Bobby Gold listed here.
I'll connect you to Personnel.
MAN: Personnel. How can I help you?
I'm looking for a...
Bobby Gold, a Robert Gold, attorney-at-law.
MAN: To my recollection, there's nobody here named Bobby Gold.
Not working at this office.
Hello? Are you sure you have the right--
Can I help you?
I'm looking for Jack Wimmer.
RECEPTIONIST: Just a moment.
There's no one in this building by that name, sir.
Excuse me, sir, you can't go in there.
[Tense, rhythmic instrumental music]
Shit! Fucker!
Son of a bitch.
VICTOR: Man, I fucked myself.
I've watched suckers get taken for $50...
playing three-card monte, and I always thought:
"You dumb fucks, you deserve to be taken. "
Now I'd been taken like a child for more than $4 million.
Everything I got, plus $1.5 million of La Colombiana's.
The only thing I had to go on was the number Jack had called me from.
It was a Miami number.
Look, I've been in crazy situations all my life.
But this was the first time that I was all alone.
I had nowhere to turn and no one to help me.
Fucking team ain't here no more. Shit like that happens, man.
Speaking of the fucking devil, man.
[Rap music]
CHEDDA: I'm out of here, man. Fuck.
JAY: Where you going?
[Door opens]
CHEDDA: This motherfucker looking all sad and shit.
$4 million? Shit! That was pretty stupid, man.
Would you shut the fuck up already with this shit?
-It's bad enough, all right. -But it was pretty stupid, man.
I'm trying to hide this guy's head in a project...
throwing darts at it, feel me?
How we going to get this motherfucker?
I know where he's at. He's in Miami. I got to track his ass down.
Let's go get his ass.
This is mine. I got to go at this shit alone, all right?
Just need your help to get me some cash...
to get from here to there, that's all.
You know whatever I got, you got.
It's all this, son.
See what Jimmy's got.
Twenty-one.
He play better now.
You gonna let Victor know?
CARMEN: I don't know. NURSE: Most people like surprises.
-It's good to see you. -Thank you.
[Emotional instrumental music]
Baby, don't. Please, no, Carmen.
-Not now, please. I can't do this. -I know how you feel.
Sit down for a minute. Can I talk to you, please?
VICTOR: Are you all right?
My God, you're so huge. Look at that.
Oh, my God, I can feel it.
I'm so sorry. I know you're mad at me.
I'll fix everything. I know how you feel.
I just got to go away for a little while, all right?
And then I'll come back.
It's your son.
It's a boy?
No kidding, it's a boy? I don't believe that shit.
Oh, my God!
I can't believe it!
Baby, that's good.
I can't believe it. I knew it was going to be a boy.
It's gonna be okay.
I'll have Jay come for you and take care of you.
If you need anything just call me, all right?
VICTOR: I love you, baby. CARMEN: I love you, too.
[Telephone rings]
WOMAN: Hello.
VICTOR: Yes, hello.
I'm a friend of Jack's. I just got into town.
I lost his number, can you believe that?
Luckily he gave me your number as a backup.
WOMAN: Who are you? You're a friend of my son from New York?
We been friends for a long time.
Since college. He asked me to come for the weekend.
WOMAN: He gave you my number? It's not like him to give out my number.
He didn't know what number he'd have.
He's told me so much about you.
I hope while I'm down here I get a chance to meet you.
WOMAN: That's sweet. Let me get that number for you.
Jack's staying in South Beach. He has a new condo.
The number is--
I don't need the telephone number. Just give me the address.
I was supposed to meet him 20 minutes ago.
VICTOR: At this point, I didn't know what was more important to me...
getting my money back or getting even.
-You know what I'm here for, right? -Yeah, man. A calentarme.
Why you got to come to me with that?
If I had a choice, I'd never get you involved.
Take the gum out.
Take the gum out your mouth.
Put it under the table.
-All right, man. -You okay?
Definitely. Here, start the game.
[Trish laughs]
TRISH: Sure.
All righty. Listen, I got to get going.
I'll talk to you soon. All righty. 'Bye.
It's such a shame we have to leave like this.
I love it here. You better be taking me...
someplace warm, Jack. You know I love the sun.
[Tense instrumental music]
Check this out.
TRISH: Put that away. You know I hate guns.
JACK: Watch. TRISH: Put it away.
Very good. Don't point that!
JACK: I'm putting it here. TRISH: Thank you.
I'm done!
JACK: Finally.
I'll call the limo.
JACK: Oh, fuck.
Fuck!
What's the matter, Jack?
-You got nothing to say now? -I don't know what to say.
-You're quick. Tell me the story. -I don't know.
You're not happy to see me?
-Move away from the bed. -Put the gun down.
Move away from the bed, hands up and don't move.
-Just put the gun down! -Shut up for one second!
-Move away from the bed, hands up. -Put the gun down.
I know your type. I grew up with you get-over artists.
You're a liar.
You've been lying your whole life.
You're fucking scum. You think that's your girlfriend there?
-That gap? She's a fucking cavity. -Shut up.
You got nobody. I have friends. I had a fucking woman.
You got no fucking life.
You know what your mistake is?
-You think you're too smart. -Put the gun--
Shut the fuck up! You could've walked away with $1 million.
-You fucked up, pushed me too far. -I know I fucked up.
You put me in the hole. So I got nothing to lose.
Think about Carmen.
Never say Carmen's name, you fucking whore!
Listen to me. It will be worked out, you know?
-Put the fucking gun down! -Shut the fuck up!
Where's the money?
The money's in that bag right there.
Fuck!
Thank you, Trish.
VICTOR: How much is there? JACK: Listen to me.
$120,000. You need me. You know you need me!
Jack, if that's your name. What is your name?
-I'm not telling you my name. -Why shouldn't I kill you?
If you want the $4 million, you need me!
I don't need you. You pushed me to the hole.
Just be calm for one second.
You need me to get that $4 million, and if you want to be smart...
you don't want to be some fucking stupid spic--
Don't ever call me a spic, you white fucking trash!
TRISH: God damn you!
VICTOR: Where's the money, Jack?
Come on, where's the money?
Trish?
Oh, God!
Tell me where the money is. I don't wanna have to kill you.
Ghetto piece of shit!
Jack.
VICTOR: I took Carmen and her mother back to Puerto Rico.
With the money, we opened a small bar in the south of the island.
It's quiet most of the time, but we get by.
[Telephone rings]
[Rhythmic Latino music]
[In Spanish]
How's everything going? Good? Enjoying yourself?
You have any complaints, let me know, all right?
[ln Spanish]
It's time.
We're at the hospital.
Tell Carmen to hold on. I'll be right there.
How is she? She doing all right?
Damn, it's coming. My boy's coming, man.
Drinks on the house, and close early!
VICTOR: It's kind of funny when you think about it.
I mean, I did some pretty bad things in my life.
Broke all the rules, hurt a lot of people.
But here I was. My kid's life was about to begin...
and I had another chance.
[Gun fires with silencer]
[Sentimental instrumental music]
VICTOR: Damn. Like I said before, had I known what I know now....
I guess it was naive to think I could actually get away with it.
Escape my past.
But that's not how it works.
Because you know a man's actions always have their consequences.
And deep down I knew that.
It's all about thinking of others instead of yourself all the time.
Maybe that's what I was always missing.
If I can leave something for my son, then maybe my life was worthwhile.
CARMEN: He's so beautiful.
I think I'm in love again. He looks just like Victor.
[Romantic ballad]