Quincy, get up!
It's after 7:00, and you're going to be late for school again!
Quincy Powell, did you hear me? I said get up.
Bullshit.
Excuse me, young man, what did you say?
- Nothin', Ma. - That's what I thought. Get up.
Gerard, Eric, time to get up!
Come on, man, move it, man. Move your fat feet, man.
You're too fat to be smelling bad, man.
Come on, man, you gonna never get anywhere but... Stop!
No! You little bitch!
Boy, didn't I tell you to get your rusty butt up?
I'm up, Pop. I'm up.
- And do something about this room! - Sure thing.
Fatness never prospereth.
- Morning, Grandma. - Oh, morning, baby. Breakfast is ready.
See if your father's hungry!
You can't do it, John Henry!
I have to!
Raheem, you know I got a job interview this morning.
Let me in. Come on, I'm late as is.
Raheem, let me in the bathroom!
- How much? - How much what?
How much you willing to give me to get in here?
Fuck you, Raheem! I ain't givin' you shit!
Raheem, let me in. I'll give you $1.
Quincy, I was talking to Louise that lives down the hall in 4-A.
She was telling me that her boy, Tyrone...
You know Tyrone, that tall, skinny boy? Nice kid.
She was telling me that he's looking to get into the Acme school,
you know, that school where they teach you to fix cars
and washing machines and stereos and whatnot.
Quincy, you can make some good money doing that.
Are you listening to me?
I'll give you $5, Raheem. Now let me in.
- Did you say $5? - Yes, I did.
Cool. $5. I'm with that.
Look at you, baby. Have you been working out?
- You look nice. You look real fine. - Really?
I'll give it to you later.
Myra, you better give me my $5!
- What's going on out here? - Nothin', Ma.
Puppy, oh, puppy, speak to me.
Good ol' doggy. Nice puppy.
Oh, you poor thing.
Take it easy, Pop.
Get outta here. Button up your coat. It's cold out.
And don't be coming back here all hours of the night.
I won't.
And clean up that room, boy, or it's gonna be me and you.
You can't play that music for the rest of your life, you know.
What time are you coming home?
And you're not going in the army either. Remember that.
Quincy, where are your books?
Yo, man. What's up, Lenny, man? Better hurry that ass up.
Mrs. Sanders ain't going for that late shit no more.
Yo, man, I need those notes for biology class.
If I flunk, I'm gonna have to kick your ass.
Ooh, I'm sorry. Damn, baby, what's up?
- Can I get that number? - Eric!
Eric, come back here and make up your bed!
- Damn! - Busted!
Yo, Raheem!
Keesha. Keesha, wait.
Come on. I didn't come out here to argue with you. I'm so tired of that shit.
What the fuck do you want then, Raheem?
I ain't got all day. I gotta take the baby to the sitter.
But I could help with that. That's my baby, too.
- If we got back together... - Get real, Raheem.
I ain't even about to let you have my baby
so you can have him hangin' out in the streets
with you and your fucked-up friends.
Getting into all kinds of shit.
Oh, yeah. And how would Charlene feel about that?
How many times I gotta tell you? I ain't messin' with Charlene no more.
Raheem, you ain't even foolin' nobody.
Everybody knows. It's all over the school.
I don't have time. You can come back and talk to me when you're serious.
Well, I'm serious now.
Well, I'm serious, too, Raheem! And this does not make you a man.
I need a real man, Raheem.
I'm not letting my child grow up to be fucked up
like you and your stupid-ass friends.
Yeah, well, fuck you, then.
Because I don't need your tired ass anyway, bitch.
That was real smooth, man.
I'm squashin' her. That shit is too much work.
I should've let you have her.
Don't you remember? I let you have her.
- Just buggin', man. What's up? - Yeah. I thought so.
Yo, Bishop!
What you want?
Your ass, punk!
People been saying that you say you can bust my ass.
- You believe that shit? - So?
Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill.
Smile, man, smile. See this?
Take a real good look at him,
'cause that's how a dumb nigga commits suicide.
You think your shit is that bad, man?
You got that much juice?
Goddamn right. Don't nobody fuck with me.
'Cause you already fucked up, man.
You can't fuck up something that's already fucked up.
Man, if you wasn't as fucked up as you are...
You see that shit, man?
Some nigga, man. What a dumb nigga, man.
Fuck you, you beans and rice son of a bitch!
You need to have respect for me.
I was almost your father, but the line was too fucking long!
Hey, hey, it's cool, man. It's cool.
Now, Raheem, man, you better tell your boy somethin', man,
'cause I don't care if he's crazy or not.
I'll stomp the shit out of his ass.
You ain't saying nothin' but a word.
Yo, man, it's just bullshit, man.
He didn't mean it.
Shit if I didn't mean it.
Fuck that little Puerto Rican maricón.
Maricón? Maricón?
Man, if you're looking for faggots, you ain't gotta look no farther than your pa.
My boys be telling me he likes being a prison yard ho!
Fuck you, motherfucker!
Break it up.
Stay away from my store,
I'm warning you.
I'm gonna shoot your pee pee off, man.
- Tell me that wasn't just sick! - You're crazy, man.
- Ain't had no fun like that in a while. - Nigga is crazy.
- Get outta here. - It was great.
That nigga had you all up by your neck and shit.
I swear to God...
What's up, fat chops?
- What's up, man? - Hey, how you doin'?
- You're late, man. - I feel good.
Sorry, man. I was busy, man. I had a hard time gettin' away, man.
If you give those chubby palms a rest,
you can get here with the rest of us, buddy.
Can I tell y'all why I'm really late?
No, why you really late?
I was doin' the hootchy-kootchy with Donna Bromwell.
Oh, so, you boned Donna Bromwell?
Yeah, man. She liked it, too.
My man, finally got that ass. I heard that.
Thank you. Thank you. Appreciate it.
So, how was it, man?
Yeah, it was good. What do you think, man?
I could believe that. I heard Donna Bromwell was a real freak.
She is a real freak. The bitch tried to fuck me on the stove.
Hey, uh, she still got that, uh, tattoo?
No, man. I wasn't lookin' for no tattoo.
I was doin' the hootchy-kootchy, my friend.
You could tell it was Donna from all that hair on her face, right?
- What? - Yeah, man, come on.
You didn't know about Donna Bromwell, man?
What, man, what?
That she used to be Donald Bromwell?
- Don Juan. - Fuck you all, man!
Come here, big, hefty, tub-of-a-man you!
Don't make me come after you!
Get the fuck off me!
My man.
- You big fathead jalopy. - You gotta stop that lyin'!
'Reckin' crew!
I hope you're feelin' lucky today, my brother,
'cause I'm getting ready to bust your ass.
Look, look, look. What you want me to do? Lie to you?
Just because you pour syrup on shit
don't make it pancakes. You know what I'm saying?
- Q! - What's up?
What's happenin'? You got that party tape for me, man?
Yeah. I got it.
My brother, my brother, my brother, my brother.
Yo, bad news, though.
Being that we in a recession and all, the shit's gonna cost $15 instead of 10.
- $15? - $15.
Hit the button! Hit the button!
Kiss? Money? What you gonna do, sweetheart?
I ain't got all day.
Do what you're told. Give me a kiss. Yeah, I knew it.
Yo, was the last party serious? You know what I'm saying?
- It was slammin'? - It was all right.
People liked the music?
It was dope, right? Yo, did you hit Brenda's skins?
What?
Did Brenda Witherspoon shine your silver?
My mother shines the silver in my house, G.
All you could see was that number one thing, that butt.
I don't even know why you thought that was so tough.
'Cause she got the Snappy Nappy Dugout.
- Snappy Nappy Dugout? - Snappy Nappy Dugout.
Did you fuck Brenda Witherspoon?
- Yeah, I did, man. - Yeah? You did, right?
$15, G.
Lord, I came at the perfect time.
Pop two quarters in, Pop-Tart, and let's get it on.
Let me get in that ass.
What makes you think you can beat me?
- Tell me. I would like to know. - Two reasons.
For one, if I lose, I'm going to beat that ass.
For two, if I lose, I'm going to beat that ass.
So, if you don't put two motherfucking quarters in
and get this goddamn game started...
- Bring it on! Come on. - Tugboat-ass motherfucker.
- Fat bastard. - What's up? What's up?
- What you got? Hey. - I'm gonna beat that fat ass.
Hey.
Hey, here they come!
They gonna put your asses back in school!
Hey. What's up? What's up? Outta there.
Steel, come on! Steel, come the fuck on!
Hey, what the fuck?
- Go! - See ya!
Out back. They're going through the back.
Bam! Kick! You're out of there.
Q!
Stop!
- Okay, guys. Come on. - All right, that's it. It's over.
Let's go, guys. Come on.
Come on. Now!
Let's go, guys.
Yo!
- Ain't nothin'. - You all right?
Yeah, I'm all right.
Yo, get out of here, man.
You can't play with this, yo, yo. Go back to Sanitation, G.
Stupid bitch!
Yo, he ain't coming. Let's go.
We ain't goin' nowhere without Steel.
Fat fuck...
- Here he comes. - Hurry up, man.
Could ya?
Fat bastard.
- Oh, shit! - Yo, what's up?
- Come on, y'all! - What's up? What's up?
Boo!
- Yo, what time is it? - Almost 12:00.
How much money we make at the arcade today?
Uh, I can count!
25.
All right. Bad. Let's go chill out somewhere.
Yo! Yo, you see this shit? Check this shit out.
I was tellin' you all about this. This shit is mine, word up.
We gotta worry about runnin' into Radames,
and this nigga talking about some bullshit-ass DJ contest.
What do you mean bullshit, man?
Yo, first prize is custom gold 1200s.
And a six-month contract to deejay at the Ruffhouse.
Yo, it's better than running around with you niggas
with this pool hall nickel and dime bullshit.
Yo, DJ Plaz, DJ Rich E. Rich,
Pete Rock, and DJ Scratch gonna be there.
- So what? - So,
they're the ones who won both the contests last year.
That was at Hott Boxx, yo. Anybody could have won in that shit.
We talkin' 'bout the Ruffhouse, you know what I'm saying?
The comp is gonna be serious.
You know there ain't no greater comp than me.
Oh! Oh!
Y'all ain't got no confidence in me now? Y'all supposed to be my boys. The crew.
Wake up, man. They been all over, man.
Everybody know them. You just local.
Local?
I'm just local now. Yeah.
Yo, kiss my local ass, you know what I'm saying?
All right. Come on, Q.
You're still my favorite local deejay.
Yeah, well, I'm gonna pick up some party tapes from the Record Rack
for my audition tape.
- That's all right with you, Raheem? - Yeah, man. That's all right with me.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Hi. Can I help you?
Uh, yeah.
Let me get EPMD's new album, and your name and your phone number.
Oh! Okay. I can get you the tape.
And you want my name and my number?
Yeah.
Okay, here's my name.
It's Juaniqua Ross.
And here's my number.
Why don't you put your address on there?
Oh, okay.
Does this mean we're going out and you're picking me up?
Yeah.
- You got three friends? - Yeah.
Who look just like you?
I don't know. I'm kind of one of a kind, you know?
- What's your name? - My name is, um, Ed.
- Ed? - Yeah, Eddie.
Eddie, okay. So, you going to call me?
- Put that shit back. - When should I phone?
Anytime. Anytime you want. Uh-huh.
You know, you are sexy.
Thank you. Okay.
That's a gold tooth in your mouth? I like it.
- You like it? - Yeah.
- I'm going to get another one. - Oh, really?
Yeah. I want to cover up the whole front.
When are we going out, Saturday?
I don't know.
Sir? Sir!
- Sir, can I check that newspaper? - So, can I call you tonight?
Wait a second. Sir! Sir, where are you going?
Give back my tape! You can't leave. I'm not paying for this tape, you know.
It's not Christmas. Get a job, why don't you?
All right, man, yo, I'm hungry.
Let's go someplace, get something to eat.
Yo, let's go to Steel's house. His moms ain't home.
- Taxi! Taxi! - What she got in the refrigerator?
She still got them turkey wings? Turkey wings?
No, man. She ain't been shoppin', man.
Well, I believe we need to go over to your crib
- and just see what's in the fridge. - Yeah.
Hi.
Yo, Q, man, go in and get me some cigarettes.
Why I gotta go get them?
'Cause it's your turn, motherfucker! Now, go on.
- Hold on, I'll go... - I got it. I got it.
- Oh, man. That's cold. - Lucky son of a...
Blizz, man, what's up, man? What's going on? It's Q.
Yo, what's up, Q, man?
How you doing, man? It's good to see you, man.
I'm all right, man. How's your crew?
They outside waiting.
Yo, what's up with you? When you got paroled, man?
Yo, man, I just got paroled the other day, man.
That shit is cool, man. I hope you're taking care of yourself, word up.
Come on, man, it's Blizz. Of course I'm taking care of myself.
It's nice to see you, man.
Yeah, pardon me for a second. I'm about to rob this place.
All right, everybody, put your hands in the air and face the fucking bar!
Oh, shit!
Don't look at me, God damn it! Hey, yo, Q, you want a piece of this?
No, man. I'm all right.
All right, everybody, strip!
Take your fucking clothes off!
Hurry up, God damn it, 'cause you look good!
As fat as you are, there ain't no food in the house?
Yeah, she's going shopping tonight.
We can go over there tomorrow.
No, we're going today. Ah, thank you.
Yo, Blizzard is in there right now stickin' the place up.
- Word, right now? - He let you out?
Nigga asked me if I wanted a piece of the action.
- And you said no? - Hell, yeah, I said no.
What is you? Crazy? Let me in there.
I don't think so. Let me tell you something right now.
That crazy motherfucker is goin' down.
I'm making for goddamn sure that none of us is goin' with him.
You know how much money is in there? We are in there, man. Let's just go.
I said no, man! That shit is out. Now come on.
Come on, man. Come on, man.
I thought that was your woman.
Man, what you gonna do?
Steel's kitchen.
Almost empty.
Mmm!
Gotta get it right, buddy.
All right, there he goes. There he goes.
Bust 'em! Bust 'em!
Boo-yah! Boo-yah! Boo-yah!
Pow! Boo-yah! Aw, shit!
Word.
Damn, Steel. What the fuck is this mess, man?
Bacon and eggs and hot sauce, man. I mix it like this all the time.
I'm too hungry to throw this shit away.
But I only did it for you, Ed.
Cody still ain't gonna like to hear that she got it in the back.
Oh, shit! Shot his moms in the back.
Yo, Steel, man, why don't you let me borrow these two till tomorrow.
This shit is dope.
Excuse me, partner, can you keep that shit down?
You see we watching TV.
Made it, Ma! Top of the world!
"Made it, Ma! Top of the world!"
Top of the world! Yo!
If you gotta go out, that's how you go out.
That motherfucker took his destiny in his own hands.
Mmm, some destiny.
What you know about it, big chops?
- What you ever control? - I control my life.
That's bullshit.
I got more control over your life than you do.
How you figure that?
I'm lettin' you breathe, ain't I?
You can't even walk your own block
without getting fucked up by Radames,
let's not forget.
Oh, shit! It's Blizzard!
A gunman was killed in a shootout with police
as he attempted to rob the Harlem Wood bar in Harlem
just under an hour ago.
The gunman, identified as 20-year-old Barnett Jenkins,
wounded two officers before he himself was killed.
On the news at 7:00, we'll have more on this story,
as well as an update on the campaign...
Yo, man, we was just down there.
...to have the already financially strapped city
provide more police protection on the subway els after dark.
- Where are you going, man? - Go get him, man!
- Fucking Radames. - Fuck that shit, man.
We ain't shit.
- Man, what's your problem? - You're my fucking problem!
People sweat us on the street and you don't even give a fuck!
- I think you're exaggerating. - That's bullshit, man!
We run from the cops. We run from Radames.
We run from security guards.
We run from old man Quiles and his fucking bullshit store
when he come with that bullshit gun.
All we do is fucking run!
I feel like I'm on the goddamn track team.
I'm serious!
What's the matter, Raheem? Nothin' to say?
That's 'cause you know I'm right.
In your heart, you know I'm right.
Yo, big man! If you want respect, you gotta earn it.
You damn right! You gotta be ready to go down,
stand up, and die for that shit like Blizzard did if you want some juice.
Blizzard? Blizzard ain't stickin' up to nothin' now.
That's 'cause we wasn't there to back him up! If we was there...
If we was there, there'd be five dead niggas instead of one!
You ain't saying nothin' now, right, big man?
Never thought I'd see the day when you talk like a fucking punk, Q.
Fuck you, man.
- Yo, chill! - Yo, fuck chill! Check yourself, Q.
You gotta snatch some collars and let them motherfuckers know
you're there to take them out anytime you feel like it.
You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner,
get the wind behind your back, and go out in a blaze if you got to.
Otherwise, you ain't shit.
You might as well be dead your damn self.
You trying to tell me I ain't shit?
I ain't trying to tell you shit.
I tell your mama you ain't shit.
Yo, man, what are we fightin' for?
I don't know, nigga. You ready to die?
You're fucked up, man.
Don't turn your fucking back on me, nigga!
You broke the fucking vase, man!
What the fuck is y'all doin', man? Damn, man. What the fuck?
- Stop messin' up my shit, man! - Come on, man, chill.
- Feed y'all! Watch TV! - Sorry, man. Here!
Fuck that money, man! Look at that shit! I gotta tell my mother and father...
- Shut the fuck up! - Cool out. All right, that's it! That's it!
Bishop, I want you and Q to settle this shit right now!
Come on, y'all.
You're like brothers. Fuck that, you are brothers.
No, fuck that. We used to be like brothers.
All right, we're gonna squash it.
What do you say? Bishop?
Yeah, it's cool.
All right.
I'm not making sense! You're not making sense!
You know why?
What?
Uh, how you doin'? Is Yolanda there?
- Who the hell are you? - Hi, Q. Let him in, Frank.
Have a seat. I'm just cleaning out some of Frank's things.
Um, Frank, Q. Q, Frank.
How you doin'?
Q.
What, did names like Mustafah and Akbar become too hard to spell?
My real name is Quincy,
and I'm not too fond of that name,
so people call me Q, or Gee-Q, you know,
like a nickname, abbreviation?
Well, uh, Quincy,
shouldn't you be out stealing hubcaps or something like that?
Asshole.
Excuse me? Speak up. I can't hear you, boy. What'd you say?
Okay, Frank, I found it. Remember these?
What the hell are you laughing at, you chain snatcher?
Yolanda, look, who is this kid, and what is he doing here?
Oh, please, Frank, don't you think it's a little late
to try acting like a husband now?
Look, I just think you're taking this save-the-children shit
a little bit too far. That's all.
Bye.
Look, I just wanted to tell you what's up for your own good.
- Bye, Frank. - I can't express concern, what?
So, that's him, huh?
That's him.
You know, he got a real attitude problem.
Definitely.
Mmm, baby.
- You're sweatin' already. - I've been working out.
You don't mind a little sweat, do you?
DJ Ralph McDaniels here.
- Want some? - Mmm-mmm.
What time is it?
- A little past 10:00. - I gotta get ready for work.
Hmm. Why you playin' with my spot?
You say you gotta get ready for work.
- Is that your spot? - Yeah. You know that's my spot.
Mmm.
Wish I could spend the night, know what I'm saying?
That would be nice. Sleep all day.
I could make you breakfast in bed.
That'd be dope. That'd be the move. Word up.
I think you'd better let me deal with breakfast.
- I can cook. - Mmm-hmm.
- You can cook, all right. - Ha.
- What's up? - Yo, what's up, money?
- What are you doin' here, man? - We got a meeting at the ball court.
- When is it? - Tomorrow morning.
I can't make it, man.
What do you mean, you can't make it?
I got a real important appointment.
- Well, how important is it? - It's my deejay audition.
Oh, man.
All right, Q.
I'm going to straighten this out with the rest of the boys,
but make sure you get there after you're done.
This is serious business, so we're gonna wait for you.
That's cool.
Why don't you tell me what it is now? Get it over with?
Later.
By the way, good luck, man.
Smooth.
What do you mean it ain't good enough?
My name is Flex. Look, this brother look like Gumby.
What you talkin' about I ain't good enough?
I mean exactly what I said. You need more experience, all right?
You need to work on your mixing more.
My... My... What you mean?
What the fuck is wrong with my mix?
Wait, I know you didn't just snatch that from me.
- What's wrong with my mix? - Look, the shit is totally sloppy.
Only a fool would open up the way you do.
Nobody likes the records that you play, all right?
It's just completely whack! Face it! Face it.
Fuck you!
Well, you might have a chance if that shit wasn't so small.
Next!
You ever deejay before?
Yeah, you know, around the way, make tapes for my boys, stuff like that.
- You know what I'm saying? - Yeah, you local.
- I really liked your tape. - Thank you.
- I'll see you Saturday night. - That's cool.
By the way, what is your name? What do you go by?
Gee-Q.
Gee-Q. Come on.
Yes!
You know, I think you and me can be closer
than two breaths together coming out of one nostril.
- What's happenin', Trip? - Yo, yo, my brother.
Heard you made that deejay comp. Congratulations. Mmm-hmm.
Gee-Q, you know what I'm saying? All right.
What's up, man?
I made that deejay contest Saturday night, you know what I'm saying?
- Once again, it's on. - What you talkin' about?
It's on.
Man, what this nigga talking about now?
Stickin' up old man Quiles Saturday night.
What?
Man, you better stop bullshitting me, you know what I'm saying?
I ain't bullshitting you. What, is you scared?
- Steel ain't scared, are you, Steel? - Here come Raheem.
- Yo, what's up, Q? - What's up, man?
- Chillin'. - You got it?
- Yeah, I got it. Come on. Let's walk. - What's goin' on with this?
- Check this out. - Oh, shit.
Hmm.
- This shit is sweet. - I got it from Sweets.
Yo, man, I ain't never shot nobody before.
Yo, be careful with that, man. It's loaded.
Look, old man Quiles is not gonna draw on somebody that got a gun on him.
Don't worry about it It's gonna be a piece of cake, Q.
Yeah, man, it'll be a piece of cake.
We go in right before 11:00, get the loot, and jet.
The whole thing won't take no longer than three fucking minutes.
When did you all decide this? This morning when I wasn't there?
Yeah. While you was at your, uh, appointment.
Check this here, man.
I gotta deejay Saturday night, you know what I'm saying?
I'm not tryin' to miss that for nobody.
Guess you gotta disappoint them then, huh?
I ain't disappointing shit.
Maybe not.
There's going to be a lot of deejays there, right?
- Yeah. - So, how do they pick who goes when?
There's 40 deejays, 20 sets... All I know is I go seventh.
See, 'cause we're going to need an alibi.
Since you're going seventh, that'll give us an opportunity to go in,
do what we gotta do, and jet.
Get the fuck out of there.
I think that'll work.
- What about the cops, man? - Bishop checked it out.
There's two overlapping patrols about three minutes apart.
So, we just gotta be fast.
Yo, I think we should plan this another time.
This nigga's scared!
Ain't nobody scared. I just told you I had to deejay Saturday night.
Fuck that shit!
We're goin' Saturday night, and that's it.
- I'll hold on to the gun. - Why should he hold on to the gun?
'Cause I already got it, motherfucker!
Just let him hold the gun. It ain't worth starting no shit over.
- Now nigga be acting stupid. - Come on.
Shut the hell up!
- Suck my dick. - What time you gotta be there?
Before 9:00.
All right then, we'll pick up your shit, go over there, we'll set you up.
And you'll be straight, man.
Yo, what's up, everybody in the house,
and welcome to the Mixxmaster Massacre,
the ultimate deejay battle of world supremacy,
won by a round of sudden death till only the best are left.
Turn it up, y'all.
Hello? Yo, man, you okay?
I'm chillin'.
All right, man. Good luck.
Get yours.
Fab 5 Freddie here, Yo! MTV Raps. Battles going on.
But each contestant only has 20 seconds to go for the gusto.
So, let's do it!
If you're having a good time, make some noise!
Somebody say ho.
Ho!
Say ho! Ho!
Ho! Ho!
Yeah! That's the hyped crowd I like.
Right now we have the next two contestants.
From uptown,
we have the challenger, the fly man of the turntables,
DJ Gee-Q!
Make some noise!
And the champion, reigning, that is,
from Flatbush, Brooklyn,
ah, we have his highness, DJ Majesty.
Come on, man. Encore!
Q! Q! Q!
And the winner is Gee-Q!
Yeah!
Congratulations. Yeah!
Congratulations, Q. You're on your way to the finals.
But don't get sloppy, 'cause it don't get any easier, baby.
Next up we got two rockin' competitors.
- What's up? - Where's Q?
- He's right behind me. - What's up?
- Everybody got their gloves? - Yeah, man.
Old man Quiles is in there by hisself.
Let's do this.
Is everybody ready? Bishop?
- Hell, yeah. - Q?
Steel? Steel? You all right, man?
Come on, B, get it together, 'cause we're really counting on you, okay?
Here come the cops.
Shit.
Let's go.
Hey! We're closed. No more customers. That's it.
Freeze, motherfucker! Turn around! Turn around!
- At the wall! Quick! - Don't shoot. Please don't shoot.
- Turn around, motherfucker! - I don't see nothing. Look. I won't.
Shut the fuck up!
I don't give a fuck about you!
Take everything you want.
Shut the fuck up!
Please just don't shoot me, that's all.
You're not going to shoot me, are you?
- Please don't shoot me, all right? - Shut the fuck up!
Just tell me you won't shoot me.
I'm gonna blow your ass away if you don't keep quiet.
- Shut the fuck up! - Hang on to the fucking wall!
Shut the fuck up, old man!
- Clear? - Yeah.
All right! Let's go!
Let's go!
- Five-o! - Five-o!
Come on!
What the fuck! What the fuck is wrong with you?
What the fuck you have to shoot him for, man?
You didn't have to shoot him, man.
- He made a move! - He didn't make no fucking move, man!
- He did! - You're lyin'! I was lookin' right at you!
Yo, man. He's dead, isn't he, man?
- What we going to do? - Shut up, Steel! He knew who we was!
Fat boy said your name. He knew who the fuck we was!
Everybody just shut up!
Yo, man, what the fuck, man? What we gonna do now?
Raheem, man, we gots to get rid of the fucking gun!
Yeah, you're right, man.
- Yo, Bishop, man, give me the piece. - No.
No? What the hell you mean, no? Give me the gun.
I mean, I'm holdin' on to this till I say so. I'm not playin'.
Oh, really?
Stop this shit, man!
Q, stop it, man!
Yo, stop!
Oh, shit!
Hey! What's going on down there?
Shut up, Steel!
Don't you want to see how much money we got?
Here we go.
What the fuck are you lookin' at?
You goin' crazy, B!
Don't you ever fucking call me crazy again.
I'll blow your fucking brains out.
- You understand? - I got it.
Steel, bring your ass here. Come on!
Come on, man, don't go fucking crackin' up on me now, nigga!
We all in this shit together!
Fight that shit, come on!
Look, if I go down, you go down.
Those motherfuckers don't give a fuck who shot who.
Come on.
Raheem.
Damn.
I warned him. You saw that!
I told him, man.
He had no business grabbing the gun like that.
- But it was Raheem, man! - I don't give a fuck who it was!
Nobody's supposed to do that shit! Nobody!
And if anybody got a problem with it, we can deal with it right now.
You got a problem with it?
I'm warning you, Q.
We gotta get the fuck back to the club.
Um...
If anybody asks about Raheem, we don't know.
We ain't seen him.
You can't fucking keep up with a man at a party.
So...
Um...
Come on.
Come on!
Let's go.
Come on! Let's go!
Let's go.
Good luck.
Fuck that, you are brothers.
Piece of cake, Q.
Round 2!
Q! Q! Q!
Once again, we have DJ,
that fly guy, Gee-Q!
And from Detroit, DJ Plaz!
Hey! Hey! Get down here, you! Get down here!
Shut up! Keep your mouth shut!
Yo, Raheem is dead. Somebody shot him.
Hey, just sit back and be cool.
I'm Detective Markham. This is Detective Kelly.
We want to ask you boys some questions.
Will you come here, please?
Let's go.
Let's open it up right now!
Break away! Move it!
When was the last time you saw Raheem Porter breathin'?
- Tonight at the club. - What time?
About a hour or two before Q set up.
Where did he go after you last saw him?
I have no idea...
Why do you think he left the club?
I don't know. I thought he was checkin' out.
So, he was talking to a girl, clockin' the hos.
- Clockin' the hos? - Clockin' the hos?
I'll ask you again, did you leave the club at any time tonight?
- I went to the basement for a little while. - What for?
I ran into an old girlfriend.
So, what were you doing down in the basement?
- Do you know Fernando Quiles? - Yes.
We know you got popped for boostin' in Quiles' store last June!
Yes or no?
- Well, I... - Yes or no?
Yes.
Look, we know that Mr. Quiles was regularly harassed by local gangs.
Do you boys have any rivalry with the other gangs?
Puerto Rican gang, Rapido Muerte.
Yeah. We know who they are.
Radames. They always fucking with us.
- Radames? - Tell us about Radames.
Puerto Rican gang. They think they rule the fucking world.
Isn't it true that your gang regularly harassed Mr. Quiles?
No. 'Cause we're not a gang.
- Yeah. We didn't kill him, though. - We didn't say you killed him!
We said that you regularly harassed Mr. Quiles! That's what we said.
How about Porter?
Did they harass him, too?
If anybody had a motive to do Raheem in, it would have been Radames.
Q got loud on you.
They screamed on you.
That's why. We just want to get the full confession.
We want to get the story from you, this way we can protect you.
So we know what's happening.
Look, when it goes down, I can talk to the DA.
And everything's going to be cool.
- I didn't do nothing. - You won't get much time.
They say that you was the cat that blew Raheem away.
Now, who the fuck killed Porter? Who killed him? Talk to me!
I don't know, man! I don't know.
Why do you seem so nervous?
What are you nervous about?
'Cause we're three niggas in a police station.
It doesn't matter what happened.
If y'all want us to be guilty, we'll be guilty.
If you didn't do nothing, then you got nothing to worry about.
Quincy, please eat something.
- I don't feel like eating right now, Ma. - I know, but just try, okay?
Just try for me. Come on. Okay.
Yo, man. I'm scared.
You scared?
You don't have to be doing all this. I wish you would go sit down.
- I got this, Myra. - I know, but I can take care of this.
Be with the people. It's okay.
- I'm okay. - How you doing, Mrs. Porter?
- I'm fine, Eric. - Hey, Steel.
Help me. Bring in the corn bread.
- This one? - Yes.
- What's up, Myra? - Q!
I haven't seen you in a long time.
Yeah. Sorry it had to be like this.
How you doing?
Under the circumstances, I'm all right.
I feel like I gotta stay strong for Ma, though.
She's trying to deal with this by keeping busy,
and she just keeps going and going nonstop.
And I just don't think she's even cried yet or...
Hey, Roland. How you doing?
I should be asking you that.
We're staying strong.
I'd feel better if I knew the police had somebody, though, you know?
They say there was no witnesses,
and they don't have any leads or... I don't know.
We been askin' around, too.
Nobody's seemed to have seen or heard anything.
Find those motherfuckers and the police don't have to do shit.
Eric, put them here.
- Uh, Myra? - Yes, Ma.
I've got to take care of that.
Excuse me.
You remember me, Mrs. Porter? Roland Bishop?
Yes, Roland. Thanks for coming.
You don't have to thank me for that.
Raheem was one of my best friends.
It's really nice to see people come together like this
when something bad happens, you know?
I mean, personally, for me, though, Raheem was like my brother.
I mean, he was more than a brother.
I mean, we did everything together, just kickin' it every day.
If there's anything I can do, just let me know.
Who is it?
- Hey, Q. - Come on in, man.
I heard about Raheem. I really liked Raheem.
He's always nice to me. Did somebody shoot him?
Yeah.
- Do you know who shot him? - Nah, man.
Hmm. Heard you got arrested.
What? Where'd you hear that?
- From Ishmal. - Who?
Ishmal, from the second floor. And Wendy, Clarence, and Rashid.
No, man. I ain't get arrested.
Hey, Q!
Ow!
Shut up!
Yo, Q!
Hey, Q!
Where is he?
Motherfucker, you hurt my arm.
- What'd you call me? - You heard me!
See, I told you about that word, all right?
You gotta learn not to use that bad language, man.
Come on, man, seriously, though.
- Yo, B, man, do me a favor, all right? - What?
If Bishop calls or if he comes by, tell him I ain't here.
Why? Don't you like Bishop anymore?
- Why you ask so many questions? - 'Cause I like Bishop!
- Why? - 'Cause he's cool.
He's cool, huh?
Well, you just tell Mr. Cool man, if he calls or if he comes by, that I ain't here.
What's in it for me?
Man, you get to keep your own teeth, that's what's in it for you.
That's no good. On account that I'm losin' my teeth anyway.
I can't believe this, man.
I'm getting blackmailed by my own baby brother?
- I tell you what. You like that radio? - Yeah.
- It's dope, right? - Right.
- Go ahead. You can have it. It's yours. - Really?
- You just do what I tell you. - Fine by me.
Go ahead. It's yours.
What do you say, man?
Thank you.
Damn, man. Has it been that long?
You want to try that again outside after school, you punk?
What's up?
I ain't seen you in a couple days. What's been happenin'?
Man, get off that shit.
It's over! There ain't nothin' nobody can do about it now.
- What do you want from me, man? - Nothin'!
Just came to see if you was all right, see how you been doin'.
Well, I ain't...
I ain't talked to nobody, all right?
I know. We crew.
Always will be.
I just came to see what's up.
Let me tell you somethin', B.
I'm only playin' your fucking game 'cause there ain't shit else to do.
But don't you ever pull a gun on me again in your life!
Well, I hope I won't have to.
Yeah, we all go down if you do, 'cause we all crew.
Just try me if you think I'm bullshittin'!
Excuse me.
Look at this!
The brother finally decides to stand up like a man and throw down.
Too bad Raheem had to die first, huh?
It's over. Everything starts from now.
We all go down unless we stay together.
Ain't no one man above the crew. You know that shit.
You're crazy, man.
You know what?
When you said that last time, I was kind of trippin', right?
But now, you right.
I am crazy.
But you know what else?
I don't give a fuck.
I don't give a fuck about you, I don't give a fuck about Steel,
and I don't give a fuck about Raheem, either.
I don't give a fuck about myself.
Look, I ain't shit. I ain't never gonna be shit.
And you less of a man than me, so soon as I decide that you ain't gonna be shit...
Pow.
So be it.
You remember that, motherfucker,
'cause I'm the one y'all need to be worried about,
partner.
Hey, baby, can I get you...
- Don't do that! - Sorry.
Don't ever scare me like that. You better watch that shit.
I said I was sorry.
Didn't your mom ever teach you to make yourself known
before you enter a fucking room?
You watch your mouth in my house, Quincy.
Fuck you.
I am not one of your high school playmates,
and if you cannot respect me in my house,
then get out of my house.
Go on! Out!
Come on, nigga. I got what you need.
Well, well, lookee here.
Get the fuck out of here!
I want to talk to your sorry ass outside.
Yo, man. I think Bishop's lost it, man.
What else is new, man?
I mean seriously, man.
He was talkin' some way-out shit last night,
about how he got more juice than everybody else on the street,
and everybody learn not to fuck with him,
or else they end up like Raheem and Quiles.
He say that shit in front of people?
No, only to me, but he meant it, man. I could see it in his face.
Something's gonna happen, man. I can feel it.
- Yo! - Get the fuck off me!
What's the idea of tellin' the cops I killed Raheem?
Look, I ain't tell the cops a damn thing.
Don't give me that shit, man.
They brought me in for questioning. And they said you said I did it.
I didn't tell 'em shit! You got it wrong.
Nah, punk, you the one that got it wrong.
You've been askin' for an ass-kickin' for a long time.
Come on, let's go help.
Raheem ain't here to protect you no more.
I don't need Raheem or nobody for no fucking punk spic!
He's fucking suicidal.
Ever see Chinatown?
Motherfucker.
- I must have missed that! - Oh shit! Shit.
- Yo! - Get him!
Get in there!
Yo, man, you think he saw us?
Yeah.
What you think he gonna do?
I think we lost 'em.
Riverside, motherfucker.
I'm here to see Sweets.
Uh, excuse me, Sweets?
Do I know you?
No. Um, I'm here to, uh...
Come on, come on. I don't have all night.
I need some protection.
How much we talkin' about?
I got about 25.
Damn, baby, you can't get a slingshot for that.
- Are you Lorraine Powell's son? - Yes.
Tell your mother Jackie said hi. Here.
Come on!
What'd you do to my machine?
- Nothin'. - You fucked up my machine!
What the fuck's the matter with him?
What do you want?
I was thinkin' you might like some company.
Well, you thought wrong.
Damn.
You still here?
- Hey! - Yo, man! Damn!
- 'Bout time you came home. - What you doin' here, man?
I thought we supposed to meet at the pool hall. What happened, man?
I thought...
Just come on, I need you to help me make this money back, okay?
- Yeah. - Just come on.
Something wrong with the food?
You thinkin' about Raheem?
I know who killed him.
What?
- I know who killed Raheem. - Who?
I can't tell you that, Yolanda.
- Did you tell the police? - Hell no, I ain't tellin' no police.
You're mixed up in it, aren't you?
I didn't kill him, if that's what you're thinkin'.
Well, what are you gonna do about it?
I don't know.
You don't know? Excuse me? I thought he was your best friend.
Yes?
Oh, hold on.
It's Steel.
What up?
Q, man, I'm down here at the pool hall with Bishop, man.
What are you still doin' down there, man? I told you about that.
He met me in my hallway, man.
What was I supposed to do, say no?
Just come down here, man. I'm scared as hell.
Who is that?
- No... No... No... - Who the fuck is this?
- Yo, I'm out. - Wait a minute, Q.
- What's up? - I'll speak to you later, Yolanda.
Q, let me help you.
I'll speak to you later, all right? I gotta go.
Okay, Q, listen. If you need me, I'll be at the hospital later.
Cool. Later.
Shit.
Yo, man, where we goin'?
Just down here.
Stop being a punk. It ain't gonna take but a minute.
You know, big chops,
I really wanted all this to work.
But you and Q, you ain't crew no more.
See? That's what it's all about.
See how scared you are?
Don't you get tired of this shit? What the fuck do you want from me?
Nothin'.
I'm not your common, ordinary kind of guy.
I got things that I could show you...
Excuse us for a minute. Mmm.
- What's happenin', young blood? - What's up, Trip?
Lookin' for that P-funk.
- You seen Q around? - Mmm-mmm.
Somethin' I can do for you?
Watch that nigga, man.
He on some shit.
I don't know what's wrong with him.
He ain't been actin' like hisself lately.
I mean, it kinda hurtin'
because we been best friends since we was in the second grade!
Did you know that?
And I try to talk to him.
He don't even hear me. He gone.
I mean, I can look out for myself,
but, man, I don't know what he might do to Steel,
the way he been actin' lately.
Q my man and everything, but I'll do him in if I have to.
Word up.
- Who is it? - Hello, Mrs. Thurman, this is Q.
I mean, this is Quincy Powell. Is Steel... Is Eric home?
No. He was supposed to be home a long time ago.
- Damn! - Do you know where he is?
Uh, thanks a lot, Mrs. Thurman.
Shit!
Hey, you! Come here! I want to talk to you!
Check down the hill.
Thought you'd be lookin' for transportation out of town by now.
Trip, man, you gotta tell me what's goin' on, man.
You done slid down a razor blade and landed in a alcohol river.
Word is, you killed Raheem.
And Quiles. And Radames.
That's bullshit man! You know me better than that!
I don't know that.
Come on, Trip. You known me since I was a kid!
I known a lot of killers since they was kids.
All right, I need you to get word to Bishop for me.
I'm listenin'.
I want him to meet me tonight, alone.
When? Where?
Uh...
125th Street, by the Henry Hudson, by the diner?
Tell him meet me there at 12:00.
Yo, thanks a lot, man.
That's all I got, G.
Damn. I've gotta stop this nigga, man. It's me or him.
Don't shoot me! Please! Please!
Don't shoot me! Please! Please! Don't shoot me!
Damn, man! What the fuck is happenin' to me?
Excuse me just a minute.
Will you excuse me? No, excuse me.
He's going to be fine.
Steel, it's Yolanda. What happened?
Bishop shot me. He shot everybody. He's tryin' to frame Q.
What's up, partner? Don't fucking move!
Where's the gun?
Heard you copped a piece from Sweets today.
I ain't come out here for that, G.
- Don't give me that bullshit! - Check this here, man. I'm not you.
We been tight since the second grade, that's true, but I'm not you.
You want the gun? I threw it in the river.
You stupid motherfucker.
Come on, man, all this shit ain't worth it, man!
Yo! You might get me now, but sooner or later,
it's gonna come back to you!
Nah, brother. You got it wrong.
See, this is your gun, Q.
You was coming to get me,
just like you got Raheem, Radames, Quiles, and Steel.
I was just the only one man enough to take it from you.
Self-defense, nigga.
Come on, Bishop, man. Let's cut out all this bullshit!
We could end it right here! It's me and you, Q and Bishop!
You ain't gotta put on no front for me, man!
Nah, I ain't gots to do nothin'.
You the past, bro. My time is now.
You ready to die, nigga?
Yeah.
What the fuck are you gonna do? Shoot me in the elevator?
Get down! Damn! Lisa, come here!
You okay, brother? You okay?
Bishop, come here!
Motherfucker!
Come on! Come on!
Shit gonna fucking stop!
Now!
It's over!
Come on, Q. Don't let me go!
I got you, Bishop, man! Come on, hold on!
- Q, don't let me go! - Hold on, man!
I can't hold on, man!
Bishop!
Yo. You got the juice now, man.
- You big fathead jalopy. - You gotta stop that lyin'!
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