Freeze!
Go, move move move!
Let's go.
Fuck.
See, I need you to think about it.
Think about it real good and hard, man,
before you fuck with my money.
Look at me. Look at me, motherfucker.
Look at me. I'm not playing with you, nigga.
I will burn you in your motherfucking eye.
What did you say to the fucking police?
- You first, what happened? - He put candy in his pocket...
Yo, man, why you asking him first, man?
- Just relax. - This is bullshit.
- What happened? - He came in and put candy in his pocket.
That's a damn lie. I didn't take shit from you.
- You take candy. - Hey, I said shut up.
It was candy?
Put the gun down. Motherfucker, get on the ground.
Get on the ground. Put that gun down.
Get the fuck off me! Get off me!
Drop it. Drop your gun. Let's see your hands.
Let's see your fucking hands. Do not even think about it.
C-Rayz, get over here. Give me some cuffs.
Put the fucking guns down. Don't you fucking resist.
Up against the wall.
Let's just shoot this nigga, man.
He's bleeding all over my shirt.
Red.
- What's up? - Man, this motherfucker ain't...
What, y'all switch your names now?
I thought your name was, uh,
K-Pebbles or something.
Your name's now Red?
No.
Oh.
Oh, you're Red.
Caz man, this is the snitch nigger right here.
This is the motherfucking reason why police are running up on us and shit.
This motherfucker right here.
Fucking... the whips, the stash, everything, man.
We've got to switch up the whole operation.
You fucking want to shoot a cop, motherfucker?
Show me your fucking hands, asshole.
Give me your fucking hands. Call me a pig?
I hope he's gonna pay for the strap on my book bag.
- Hey, I don't want to say this again... - Fuck you, man!
Fuck you! Fuck you! Look me in the eyes.
Do you want a friend? I could be your friend.
Okay? We'll work this out.
Yeah, everything's fine. We're gonna work this out.
I'm gonna go check his ID.
Just keep everybody calm.
Yeah, all right.
No no, you go check, I'm staying.
- Eddie, come on. - I want you to go.
Eddie, don't embarrass me. I've got it.
Hey, man, that's a good kid.
He ain't do nothing.
Fuck you, pig. Get the fuck out of here.
Come in, Central.
It's been three years since we got raided.
About that.
But look, man, you let them kill this little kid,
that ain't gonna do shit but bring heat to the neighborhood.
You know that, B.
How come this dude is always trying to avoid shit, man?
Answer me that. Y'all don't catch that shit?
Come on, Caz. Every time it's time to put some work in, Tango,
you're always trying to preach some turn-the-other-cheek shit.
What up with that, bro? Yo, Caz, this your man and all.
I don't give a fuck how many guns I've seen him hold.
I ain't seen you bust a motherfucking thing, bro.
For all we know, you could be the bitch ass...
Motherfucker!
Now you want to see me bust, motherfucker?
You want me to make that shit official? Say some shit.
I'll put a fucking hole in you, bitch.
- Say something. - Kick back.
I want to kill you so bad right now.
I said kick the fuck back.
Please, man, I didn't take shit.
I got enough money right here to buy you, your family and a Slurpee.
He threatened my family.
- He threatened my family. - Fuck your family, man.
- Wait a second here. - You put candy in your bag.
Get off the bag. Get off the bag right now!
Fuck it, Caz. What you want to do, man?
Pick this motherfucker up.
- Your legs work, stand up. - No, man. No, man.
- Think this is a fucking game? - You think we're playing?
- You been talking, man? - Yeah, he's been talking.
Answer the question, man. Answer the question.
They were gonna shoot me. They were gonna shoot me.
- No, man. - Gonna ask you one more time.
You been talking? You been talking?
No, man. No, man.
Get your grill fixed, man.
- What? - You believe this shit?
- Come on, man. - Red, you see this?
Go kiss your mama.
Snitch ass.
Can't believe we ain't murdered this nigger.
How many times I got to tell you? Get out of here.
All right, I asked you to put it down. Why you got to go and get the bag?
- I ain't do nothing, man. - Give me your arms.
I tried to be nice to you, all right? I gave you a chance.
- I gave you a chance. - Oh fuck.
Sal, what are you doing?
- Ah! - What the fuck?
- C-Rayz, make sure he's down. - Yeah yeah, he's down.
I didn't even fucking see that guy. Is he down?
Holy fuck.
No one's holding you responsible.
Why are you so adamant on taking blame?
Because I knew I should have stayed.
You knew your fellow officer
would pull his gun on a crowd of unarmed kids?
And then let off two shots
within inches of this kid's head?
I knew I should have stayed and I didn't.
I just...
I let it go... just let it go.
Ahem.
This student,
he had $400
and an ounce of marijuana in his possession.
Is it possible that Officer Quinlan
was overzealous in apprehending a known drug suspect?
And said drug suspect's fear
of a felony charge
led him to resist arrest.
Officer Quinlan shouldn't have been there.
You've been an officer long enough to know
that Quinlan was the casualty of a bad shooting.
A casualty needed to preserve the trust of the public.
We need this to be drug related.
We need a decorated officer's testimony to back that up.
Now while your service record is not
commendable or extraordinary,
it will satisfy.
So would you please,
for the record,
recount the events of that day in question?
Fuck you.
He shouldn't have been there.
Could you inform Officer Dugan
that this board can bring him up on departmental charges?
Let me remind you he retires in a few days.
- Hey, kid. - Quinlan.
- You'll do fine. - Let's go.
- Sorry. - You'll do fine.
Come on.
Mrs. Vincent: Hi, it's me again.
Today's the day when everything goes down.
Please let me know. My son has to go ahead with the sale of the house.
- Hey. - Great thinking out there today.
Listen. Let me know if you want to get out of this raid tonight.
- I'll make sure you get paid. - Nah, that's... I'm good. I'm good.
Good one.
- Gentlemen, nice job there today. - Captain.
You made me proud.
- Sal, you look like shit. - Take some vitamins, G.
Here you are, man.
Thanks for watching my back, Sal.
I heard they're gonna pin a medal on you, bro.
If I had given it a second thought,
I wouldn't have lifted a finger for you.
I would've done what I came there to do, all right?
So don't go patting me on the back, all right?
I don't deserve it.
You know what them fucking Mexicans do?
The Mexicans... them motherfuckers will wrap you up in plastic,
throw some taco sauce and gasoline on the motherfucker
and burn your ass up.
The fucking Dominicans...
they take pliers, put 'em on your nuts,
squeeze your nuts like a walnut.
And then they throw fucking taco sauce and gasoline on the plastic
and burn your ass up.
The Columbians...
the Columbians? And I'm just a connect.
What you think they gonna do to me?
- Yeah, I know, man. - I've gotta deal with this shit, man.
Fuck. And then fucking Red pulling his bullshit?
This nigga Red, man...
tired of playing the two-gun.
Motherfucker want to be Kobe Bryant up in this bitch.
What, you think I didn't see that?
So what you saying? Hmm?
Since I've been eight down... what?
I don't know what the fuck is going on?
I just hit the block with my eyes wide shut, right?
Nah nah, Caz. I know you know what it is.
You know what it is.
I did think he was gonna toss youngblood over though.
Why? He ain't the one snitching.
Somebody is, though.
You'd better believe that. But it ain't him.
I'm tired of this shit, man.
I'm trying to do some other shit.
What the fuck? And these motherfuckers are trying
to make it their business to lock me the fuck up.
Caz, look here, man.
I know a way you can shut this whole thing down
and still make your paper.
How's that?
These cats I know uptown...
they want to buy from us, wholesale.
They're at the table asking 10 bricks, hard. You just gotta meet 'em.
Are we on the same fucking planet?
Buddy, I just got the fuck out.
Caz. Listen, man.
What the fuck? Why not now?
How much longer you gonna be dodging bullets out here in these streets, man?
How long before one of these motherfucking knuckleheads
catches us slipping,
put one in the back of our fucking heads?
I ain't got to tell you.
You already know.
These streets got an expiration date on them.
Tango, you trust these motherfuckers?
- Yeah. Hell yeah. - "Hell yeah"?
- That ain't sound real confident. - Yeah, I trust 'em, man.
I wouldn't even come to you with this unless I did.
You take this shit, the whole cut for yourself
and you vanish.
Fuck these streets.
Get ghost, right?
You're goddamn right, get ghost.
Be a ghost and be a legend at the same time.
You already know.
Set it up.
Record activate.
Four.
Hey, Caz. Hey.
- Welcome back. - What up, Tango?
Hey, baby.
- What's up, man? - Yes yes.
- It's all great. - I'll tell you, man...
when y'all whipping pass go on the low...
whoo... y'all motherfuckers go on the low.
This is Gutta and Slim.
Lemme tell you one thing, man.
Giuliani didn't clean up the city.
Video games and television did it.
That's what cleaned up the streets.
Come on, man. 'Cause y'all remember when everybody was outside.
If you was two years old,
if you was 102, you was outside.
- Shit. - So like me,
I like the time when everybody was face to face, you know?
That's how I like to do my business...
face to face.
See, Caz, the way we like to do things is
- we like to come together... - How long y'all be knowing Tango, man?
You know how he got his name?
- Don't tell that fucking story, man. - No no, it's all good.
- No no. Yeah. - In my man's hood,
the boy had the nicest pair of hands in the whole neighborhood.
He would... he had this little standoff shit
where he would square off on a cat
and he had this little slow rock. You know what I'm saying?
Cats would be mouthing off to him, he'd just, you know,
keep his head down a little bit under the eye of the motherfucker
like this. All of a sudden... bong bong!
- Two right to the mouth, you know what I mean?
He's about to fucking tango or rock the boy...
I don't know what the fuck he gonna do. It's his style.
This shit right here... like he about to start tangoing or something, yo.
It was nice though. It was nice.
Yeah yeah.
Gutta, what kind of whip you pushing, man?
Oh, man.
I drive an Audi A8.
- I want it. - Cool.
No, I mean, I want you to let me borrow it.
You borrow mine and we give it back the next day.
See, that way
we can make sure you get everything you asking for.
And we get the same.
Feel me? And I get the chance to test-drive your shit.
What about price?
We already talked to Tango about that.
Since you his people, why don't we just keep it steady?
Well...
you name the place and you name the time.
Let's bring it in.
There it is.
Let me get... let me get by you real quick, man.
- Oh, Tango, you had enough? - I'm good, B.
I'll be back in a minute.
Fucking lightweight, right?
- Yo, I'm in here, man. - Man, I gotta take a piss.
Get the fuck outta here! Get the fuck outta here!
Got everything here...
the riot helmet, the mace,
patrol guide,
shield.
You're done.
That's it?
Yeah, that's it.
Yeah. Gotta take a leak.
- Hello. - Bill.
- It's Clarence. - What's going on?
Listen.
I'm out, man.
Uh-huh. Meet me at Joey's. Let's get a coffee.
Nah, I don't want to meet you. There ain't nothing to talk about, okay?
It's over. I'm off the case.
Now if the feds wanna charge me, they can do that.
Whatever else comes down, I'll deal with it, okay?
But I'm done, man. I'm off the case.
You know, I told 'em that you'd see this through to the end,
but they knew better. They prepared for this. She expected this.
They got their evidence. They don't need you anymore.
- This is gonna happen. - When?
I don't want you anywhere near this anymore, okay?
Bill! When are you moving on Caz?
You listen to me. Stay away from it, Clarence.
- Gonna do you, son. - There you go. There you go.
- Ah! - In your face, bitch.
Yo, you seen Caz?
I don't know, son. It's hot out here right now.
- I don't know what to tell you, son. - You ain't seen him?
I thought you wasn't coming around out here today, Tango.
Hey, ain't gotta talk to me like that.
Yo, we out of here.
- All right. - Yeah, you know.
- Yeah. - I knew that man.
- What's up? - I've been looking for you, calling you.
- That phone card shit don't work. - We gotta get some paper together.
You gotta get the fuck up outta Dodge right now, B.
- Why? - 'Cause there's a problem with the deal.
No no, there ain't no problem, man.
Ain't no problem I can't fix.
- Caz. - Look, we getting this money.
No, listen to me. You cannot take this fucking deal.
Caz, listen to me. You cannot take this deal.
Why, Tango?
Can we just take a ride, please?
Caz, please. Let's just... let's just take a ride, man.
Yeah, let's take a ride. Come on, man. I'm hungry.
Caz.
Fuck!
Aw, shit!
What the fuck? What happened, man?
- Go get fucking help, man! - Call 911!
- Go get the car! - Fucking go get the car, man!
Don't just stand the fuck around! Go get some help, man!
Go get some fucking help! Go get some help, man! Get the car!
You've got to go. Come on. You've got to go.
I've got this. You've got to go. Come on.
Come on! Go ahead! Call 911.
Everybody give us some room. Johnny, can you clear the room?
- I saw y'all out there. Y'all were out there. - I tried to reach you.
The whole block gets shot up, y'all just sit there, don't do nothing about it?
- Are you all right? - No, I'm not all right.
- I almost got my damn head blown off. - Calm down.
We didn't know anything about it till after it happened, okay?
- He's probably gonna... - Your man Red tried to steal the deal
for himself, plain and simple. He contacted our UC.
We didn't know he was gonna shoot up Phillips.
- Now did you get hit? - The fuck you care?
All right, let's stay with the ball here. Now you know this Red.
He's got a few priors, so he's in our system.
What the fuck are you talking about Red? That's some petty project bullshit.
Now my case was with Phillips. He's either dead or a vegetable.
- I'm done here. - So Red gets a pass?
- That it? Red gets a fucking pass?! - Okay okay! Calm...
- just calm down. - Congratulations.
You managed to come all the way up here and not do one damn bit of police work!
I'm doing police work,
but that doesn't mean I go back in the jungle and clean up monkey shit.
Hey! No!
- Hey! - Motherfucker.
Get your fucking hands off of me.
- Easy! - That's enough! That's enough!
Stop. I got it. Hey! All right!
Hey, you are... you are off undercover immediately!
Now you go see the psych doctor for two weeks.
And you might've... you might've fucked yourself out of detective.
No he didn't.
I should've made this motherfucker sergeant.
Jesus Christ.
Are you finished with your self-righteous bullshit, man?
You're nobody's victim.
You wanted undercover, you pushed to make grade
and you got it! Do you understand?
You made it. You got it.
You got it.
You got what you asked for.
Take your life back. Take your life back.
Take my fucking life back?
Huh? Take my fucking life back?
Yeah. Don't stop. Yeah.
- You like that shit, baby? - Yeah.
- Feels good, baby? - Yeah, it feels so good.
- Yeah, you like it deep. - Yeah.
- You like it deep? - Yeah. Oh.
Oh, that's my papa.
Oh, yeah. Make it feel good.
Eddie, I'm in here.
Hey.
Hey, Papa. Sorry you had to see that.
It's all right.
No judgments here.
It's your fault. You know you came kind of early.
You're right.
Hi.
Are you all right?
What you doing?
I got you something.
Wow. Expensive, huh?
You see how much money you pay me?
What's that say?
"We've got nothing but time,
but time won't give us time."
You know, that's an old Boy George song.
You probably don't know it, right?
It reminds me of you.
Come with me.
Come on. To Connecticut?
Connecticut, anywhere. It doesn't matter to me.
I don't care. I just want to be with you.
Eddie, l... I, uh...
you don't know what you want.
I don't know how to be,
you know, what you want me to be.
What you are is fine with me.
Better than fine.
#Come with me #
# My love #
# To the sea #
# The sea of love #
# I wanna tell you... #
Eddie, leave.
# How much I... #
Go.
# How much I... #
- Look at me. - No, get the fuck out.
Okay.
Thanks for the watch.
All right, listen up.
I just got the call. The operation's scrubbed.
- Oh! - Since you're on the clock anyway,
why don't you get some buy money, do some B&Bs on Pittman?
- Svaldi? - Yes, sir.
- My office first thing tomorrow. - Yes, sir.
- C-Rayz, you down? - Hey, Ronny, gonna hit the titty bar.
- You wanna go? - No, later.
C-Rayz, let's go, babe.
No, sir. I'm going home to see my lady.
Peace, man.
Sal.
Sal, your phone.
Hello.
Hey, Angie, it's Ronny.
I don't know. He just stepped out.
He left his cell behind.
Uh-huh.
To tell you the truth, Angie, I don't know what's been going on with him lately.
Angie, let me call you back later on, all right?
Yeah, don't worry. I've got it covered. All right, bye.
Huh? What the fuck? Are you following me? Huh?
- What the fuck are you doing? - Are you following me?
- Yeah, I'm following you. - You Internal Affairs now?
- Are you IA? - IA?
Are you IA?! What, are you wired?
- Let's see this. - Check. Go ahead.
- You wanna have a look, have a look. - Don't fuck with me right now.
- Don't fuck with me. - I know what you wanna do.
- I'm telling you do not fuck with me. - You think this is gonna help?
You're gonna make it worse. You're ready to risk your life over money?
- Over drug money? - Get off your high horse.
What do you know about it? You don't have any fucking kids!
I would do anything for mine!
- Do not fuck with me, Ronny! - Would you do any...
would you fucking do anything, Sal?
Would you fucking do anything?
You're fucking blind to all you've got!
Go home. Look at me, Sal. Look at me.
Go home, kiss Angie good night,
kiss your kids good night,
get some fucking sleep and thank God for all you've got.
I'm fucked...
I'm fucked... I'm fucked up. Ronny, I'm all fucked up.
Oh, fuck.
You're right. L...
I can't go home.
You know what? I let 'em...
- I let 'em down, Ronny. I can't... - No, you didn't let 'em...
- no, you didn't let 'em down. - The fuck I didn't. I know I did.
- You didn't let 'em down. - Fuck. You know too much.
You know that? You are a fucking piece of work.
You'd do the same for me. Let's go to Dillon's, grab a beer,
watch the end of the ballgame.
You wanna do that?
- Go to Dillon's? - Yeah.
All right. Oh, boy.
All right.
- I'll follow you, all right? - Here's your phone.
Angie called. You know, she's worried.
We're all worried, man. You know, we love you.
I know. I know.
Sal!
Fuck!
Sal. Sal! Sal! Sal!
Sal!
Fuck.
My man. Red and them up there?
Yeah yeah yeah, they up there, Tang.
Yo, Tang man.
Y'all heard about that shit that happened to Caz?
That shit fucked up, Tang. For real, man.
What the fuck?
What the fuck is this?
I'll see you.
Yo, don't forget my gummi bears.
I like the red ones.
Yeah, a nice fucking new one.
St. Michael, defend us in battle.
Be our safeguard against the wickedness
and snares of the devil.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray;
But do Thou,
O Prince of the heavenly host
by the power of God,
cast into hell
Satan and all the evil spirits who prowl this earth
seeking the ruin of our souls.
Am... am...
Oh fuck it.
Damn, man. Brand new fucking shits
and gotta step in their piss and all that.
- That's nasty, man. - That's what I mean.
Either you coming to somebody's crib or you just left it.
Why niggas gotta piss in the hallway?
You know why? 'Cause they savages. That's why.
Straight savages, man.
- Oh shit! - Ah!
Tango man, I ain't got...
I ain't got no animosity with you.
You know my pedigree.
Fucker.
Oh shit.
Shh.
Bitches.
# Where's my fucking money? You know what I'm saying #
- # Better have my bread, nigga... # - What the fuck?
# I ain't playing, where's my fucking money? #
# Mark every word spoken, ready to sell your pussy #
# If you think I'm joking, motherfucker, where's my fucking money? #
# Think I still ain't crazy 'cause I cut my dread? #
# And if you short my cake, I'm off side of your head #
# Bitch, where's my fucking money? Money money money #
# Money money, bitch, where's my fucking money? #
# Borderline, call it crime, all the shine, I'm taking it #
# Ain't no mistaking it, nigga, what's yours is mine #
# No need to second-guess it... #
# Check I'm the gloss and grind #
# The gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss all intertwined #
# Because I profit from your losses, you don't want it, you should get it #
# In the hood with your money, I extended my line of credit... #
# The medic Dr. Rhymes will put you #
# On a diuretic, shrinkin up a nigga's pockets #
# Simple nigga style... pathetic, Busta Rhymes hitting you #
# With punchlines, funny how I fuck dimes #
# Bitch, you know I want mine, where's my fucking money? #
# I ain't speaking foreign, you know what I'm saying #
# Better have my bread, nigga #
# I ain't playing, bitch, where's my fucking money? #
# Mark every word spoken, ready to sell your pussy #
# If you think I'm joking, motherfucker, where's my fucking money? #
# Think I still ain't crazy 'cause I cut my dread? #
# And if you short my cake, I'm off side of your head #
# Bitch, where's my fucking money? Money money money money. #
What the fuck?!
Come on, man!
I didn't even sweat that shit on the roof, man.
I didn't want to shoot you. I didn't shoot you on purpose.
- I wanted you to live! - That was a mistake, Red.
God damn. Come on, man.
Come on, man. You seen Caz was getting soft as baby shit, bro.
Fucking up all the paper.
Me and you can still work this deal.
Deal? Gutta and Slim?
That was a setup, Red.
I'm a cop, B.
See? See the badge?
Get the fuck out. You ain't no cop, T.
- You ain't no cop, nigga. - Yeah, I am.
Clarence Butler, Detective First Grade.
I just got a promotion today, B.
All that work me and you put in? Huh?
You were a fucking cop!
You just like me, nigga.
- You just like fucking me! - Are you done?
Yeah, arrest me, Officer Tango.
Yeah, nigga. What the fuck?
- You gonna cut me down in the street? - Yeah.
Oh God.
Oh God. Fuck!
Oh God. Oh God.
Shit.
Call 911! Call now!
Officer down!
Sal! Sal!
Sal!
Sal! Sal!
Talk to me! Sal!
Sal!
Oh fuck. No.
Sal, don't fucking...
don't fucking...
oh, man.
Sal.
Oh fuck.
Fuck. Fuck.
Shh shh shh shh shh shh.
Listen. Listen.
Shh. Shh shh!
I'm a cop. I'm a cop. Police.
Shh. Shut up. Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me. Are you all right? Do you understand?
I'm the police. I'm the police. Shh.
You're going home. You're going home.
Look at me. Do you understand? You're gonna be okay now.
I'm taking you home, all right?
Okay. What's your name?
Sarie.
Sarie, tell me... how many guys are there?
- Two. - Two guys?
Are you sure? Are you sure two guys?
Okay, get her out.
Okay. Okay.
Okay, wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
- Stay with me. Stay with me. - No, baby, I'll suck it.
- Shh shh! Shh shh! Shut up. - I'll suck it, baby. Suck it, baby.
Get over here.
Come here. Come here.
Come here. Shh! Hey, stay close, okay?
Do you understand? You stay close.
Stay close. Are you ready to go?
Okay, here we go.
Who the fuck let your hos out?
Oh, this better be a fucking joke.
Move. Down. Down. Down on your belly.
- This better be a fucking joke. - Shut the fuck up.
Down. Down down down down down down.
I'm gonna tell you, you fucking with the wrong one, son.
- You don't know who you fucking with. - Shut the fuck up.
Put your hand in there.
- That's right. - Don't let me see your face, motherfucker.
Shut up, you piece of shit.
You fucker.
Whew.
All right. Okay. Go. Go.
- Sit the fuck down! - Shut up!
No. No.
Don't! Police!
Get down, you fuck! Fucking get on your belly!
What the fuck is this, my nigga?
You playing some type of freaky sex game or something?
Hey! Hey!
Put that down, get your belly on the ground!
Oh, hold up. I'm just gonna set my bags down, a'ight?
Set my bags down for a minute. I know you.
Yeah, I know you.
Your motherfucking ass was running around Chinatown
with your dick in your hand, right?
That's you. What, you're here to get your dick sucked?
Yo, somebody get up here and suck my man's dick
so he can get the fuck up outta my spot before I kill him.
- Yo, did you hear what the fuck I said? - Shut the fuck up!
Yo, get this motherfucker, man!
He ain't built for this shit!
Take a step.
You see what I'm talking about, my nigger?
The devil, he makes it easy for you.
Die, you motherfucker!
Kill him, son! Bring that motherfucker over here!
Bring him closer, son. Closer!
I'll kick your... bring his ass over here!
Get the fucking keys, you bitch!
I'll be back to check you out.