Marcel Dadi

There is a place That is so hard to find Behind the walls We build inside our minds Some break the walls Some break the rules Some even get things changed And when they do That leads to the truth Yet questions still remain But all that it's saying Somewhere in life There's a joy to be Between the hope and reality There in a mirror And then the street That's where you'll find People in search of a life And what of love Is that a point of view And when you're alone It can seem so confused That's when a friend Can pull you in Lend you a helping hand But what happens when Your only friend Sells you out in the end How do you face it Somewhere in life There's a joy to be Between the hope and reality There in a mirror And then the street That's where you'll find People in search of a life In search of a life Whoa-oh-oh-oh Searchin' Lookin' in a bottle Lookin' in a needle Lookin' in the street Yeah, yeah, yeah Searchin' Everywhere Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Oh-oh-oh Straight from Brooklyn Better known as Crooklyn Never take us short Cos Brooklyn's the borough Straight from Brooklyn Better known as Crooklyn Never take us short Cos Brooklyn's the borough We did it like that And now we do it like this We did it like that And now we do it like this Yeah Now the clock hits Who got the cocaine Don't tell me it's The little kids on Soul Train The metaphor sent From my brain to my jaw It comes from other places Not the typical places Journalistic values are yellow And then the court falters You watch Channel Zero And that bitch Barbara Walters She'll have you believe Black invented crack When President Lyndon had to form A law way back in '63 with Kennedy Yes, the double-cross Remember that's when they blew His fucking head off Vietnam vets come back lookin' Like one-armed pets Mixin' thoughts, purer text No picket fence No job, no ATM in the car Blue collar comes to bourgeois Depressed in your chest... - Chuck D is the bomb, boy - What? Get the fuck outta here Chuck D ain't shit That nigga Chuck D is assed out And the rest of Public Enemy Speech, motherfucker What about him? Speech? He a bitch-ass nigga How the fuck this thing gonna say Chuck D the hardest rapper? - Nigga ain't never shot nobody - You gotta be hard nowadays! First, I know niggers Ain't slappin' bitches up They ain't takin' pussy Niggers ain't shootin' up Ain't done time for murder How the fuck they hard? Do what you gonna do. I ain't buyin' Shit that ain't hard-core You ain't gotta shoot nobody To prove you're hard-core - What kinda shit is that? - Hold on Only niggers I have representin' Is my man 2Pac, G-Rap and Wu-Tang - Motherfuckin' Dr Dre, straight up - You said it. No fuckin' around Niggers talkin' All this positive shit Motherfuckin' world ain't positive That's why motherfuckin' Sex and violence sell more records I like positive rappers, get it? - Get the fuck outta here - Them niggers ain't homeboys Put them poor-ass niggers over there Come on, come on, yo, yo Forget that shit, man We gots to be about business And, Go, you ain't Supposed to be over here Get your ass over there! You supposed to be on the lookout - This ain't no joke - It's hot outside, man We gots to get that money I understand that, too But it's hot, man Psst! - What's up, man? - What's up, man? How ya doin'? - It's cool - What you need? - What you got today? - I got red caps. They're phat - Two for one, man - Lemme take two Two? All right, brother Just hang tight, all right? - Everything all right, man? - Yeah Shit, you know that, man Children of the ghetto Runnin' wild and free In a country's jungle Filled with misery There's no inspiration... What's up, man? You got the money? To brighten up their day... Keep an eye out, all right? Raise up! Motherfucker! Come here! Get off me, man! Get off me! Strike, where's the fuckin' dope? Stand the fuck up Where the vials at, man? I know you're carrying Collars for dollars. What the fuck Is this? The local church? Yes, yes. Ah, gotcha - What you doin'? - Don't be touchin' me, man I got nothin', man! Get off my ass! I don't be playin' That maricone shit - I love the smell of surprise... - Smell your fuckin' breath It smells Like victory, brother! Always in the news Toughness is their motto And bitter are their blues... Open your fuckin' mouth Lift up your fuckin' tongue Lemme see under your tongue. Open Take off your fuckin' pants Or whatever you call 'em Dicky check time Spread your butt cheeks, man Spread 'em. Let's go Let's see under your balls You know I hate doin' this Lemme see under your ball bag Strike's balls Strikes and balls. Yo! Three-two, full count Bases loaded. With bacon strips - Pull up your pants, bitch - Man, where's your personal hygiene? You're a motherfuckin' liar. I change My drawers every day. I stays clean! Let's get the fuck outta here It's over! - See you later, bro - Fuck you, too, man Fuck whoever you beeper... Guys, whoa! Some niggers had you assed out Glad to be of service! Somebody gonna drop A cylinder block on your ass! Take that gun and badge! Ain't got the stomach For this shit no more You see my doctor yet? You go see my doctor Like I told you? That Moo shit is what's killin' you Get rid of that shit Here. Drink that Not the whole thing Yo, Rodney Can't take it much longer, man I'm tellin' you Maybe you won't have to Take it much longer You know who that is? That's Darryl That's Darryl Adams, the thief That's who that is He's stealin' from me Layin' back in the cut, passin' Some baggies and rakin' in the dough Nice indoors work, huh, Darryl? Clean, safe You got this clown In there sellin' ounces? Why him? What's up with me? Cos you like my son, man Strike, my son If I'm so much your son, why my black Ass always on them benches? I need you to be Where I need you to be Had this dream last night I'm standin' in the desert With all my kids My for-real kids My kids from the store They's all laid out in front Of me like they's my army God comes up, points at you Tells me, "This one right here is Gonna be your sword and your staff." God, man. God said that He pointed right at you Darryl Adams wasn't even in The motherfuckin' dream Cos that boy's a thief And he got to be got. - "Got"? - Got Can't you get Errol For that shit, man? You know Errol Gave hisself the Big "A" The virus My man messed around And took that "A" train Anyway, can you see Errol in there Sellin' whale on a bun And ounces and fries? Nah Strike, you really want To get off the benches? You deal with it... For me The illa killa The one for the thriller The one from the hood Actin' like a gorilla I need the illa killa The one for the thriller The one from the hood Actin' like a gorilla... You got any chocolate Moos? No, we don't got No damn chocolate Moos - This is a bar, son - Mooooo - Yo, Ronnie! - Oh, shit - What's up, man? - What you doin' here, man? You know, just slidin' through Yo, big bro I was just thinkin' about you, man - Yeah? - Yeah Yeah, well, I love you, too, Ronnie All right. Good. Good The chick is in a hole cos she Shouldn't have freakin' shot... Here. Try this. It's sweet - You know that's Ahab's over there - What? - You know that's Ahab's over there - Yeah, the competition You know that clown that works In there? The night manager, Darryl? - Darryl?No - Darryl Adams Yo, the brother is bad peoples Now, how is, uh... How is Darryl Adams bad people? Cos, yo, he beat up This honey Charise, man She's only 16, kid She came in askin' for a job This nigga took her To the back office Talkin' 'bout "slob my johnson" And when she said no, he started Slappin' her up and shit Yo, the brother's foul - A woman beater - Yup A dope-dealin' woman beater Man, I don't know about all that - Who's sayin' all this? - Yo, man, the shit is real Her moms is mad stressed out About that shit She wants some Motherfuckin' payback, yo She wants to see that man dead What if it was you, your daughter? Charise is her only child He just got to be got, huh? Well? Yo, got ya, comin' at ya Chrome to the dome... - Wasn't that your favourite song? - Come on, man Vic, why you fuckin' with me, man? I'm tryin' to kick Some serious shit here Should've known I couldn't Come to see you about nothin' I know somebody Who? - My Man - Well, who that? Look, My Man. A friend of a friend He'll do the job - How much he talkin' about? - Nothin' So what's the deal? I'm listenin' What you want me to do? Nothin', man. All right? Just chill. All right? So my little mans My nephews, how they doin'? I miss my kids, man Why don't you just take your ass Home then, if you miss your kids? There's the motherfucker What's up, Strike? Yo, black, we closed Besides, I thought You don't eat this shit Because it fucks with your stomach This is Ahab's, nigga We ain't got no Di-Gel No Kaopectate, no pussy-Bismol! Boom! Gotcha! Boom. Gotcha You still here, motherfucker? What's up? Mylanta! We need more Mylanta Out here for this girl! Boom! Probably a fuckin' triple-header Outdoors in the mud And a big herd of Nubians Stepping all over everything, man - Alla salute - Mazel tov Ahh! I just don't like Them aeroplane bottles What the fuck happened? - Oh, that boy got shot up! - Who did? I wouldn't know. I wasn't here, so I can't talk intelligently about it Yo, uh... I wouldn't want you Not to talk intelligently The body cold already Excuse me. Coming through. Thank you Damn! Excuse me Hey! Welcome to the show That never ends Bartucci, what you got? We got a black male, dead man Darryl Adams, 22 years old He's the night manager of this joint Kid's standin' by the door having A conversation with another male Pop, pop, poppity-pop Darryl goes down Shooter does a Carl Lewis Neighbourhood says There's four shots fired At this point, that's all she wrote - Robbery? - Nah. Way too fast Drugs? Was he a scumbag? To tell you the truth I never seen this kid before Boys, Darryl Adams Darryl Adams, the boys - Hey, Darryl - Hello in there Live by the gun Die by the gun - The kid had brains - Good thing he was wearin' his gold Bing, bing, bing. Ricochet Rabbit I still think it was the food here Hal, get in there Tell me what you got There she blows Let's see No powder burns on the face - These eyes have lied - Looking about 30, 35 years old - Doors one and two - OK, let's see Nothin' up the sleeve He might get better But he ain't never gettin' well - And presto! - Hey, slapped him five On the light hand side Hey, look at that. Looks like some Kind of an Egyptian peace sign You're right there. It says goodbye Hey, Moe. My main man Gonna need prints off that door Fuck you, Rocco That'll really narrow it down We'll get half the yos In Brooklyn off this door - What, did you eat at Ahab's Burger? - Yeah - You owe me six more - I love my job, too More prints than my ex-wife - He wearing any? - Be with you in a second Must be his golf jacket It's got 18 holes Oh, Christ! What the fuck did he eat? Come out, come out Wherever you are The monkey's on the trolley car Looks like they did come out Here's one. Two. Two exits What's the grapevine say? What they always say "We keep our ear to the grindstone." - Was he clockin'? - I don't know - Hal, how ya doin'? - How ya doin', Lar - Check the pockets - Yeah Son of a bitch! That's Darryl Adams! Who? He worked in Rodney's candy store I saw him a lot If he worked for Rodney He was clockin' - Hal, check the pockets again - Sure. Hold on - Nothin' - What's up, Darryl? Clockin' like a motherfucker, man You guys done yet? Ho! Marvello the magician! - Catch a bullet with his teeth - What a catch! - What a smile - Darryl, you've outdone Willie Mays You got my vote for MVP Another stain on the sidewalk, huh? Get a pail and a mop Get it over with One, two, three Arrivederci! All right. Show's over! Officers, send 'em home! - See ya, Hal - Take care Yo, Moe, don't make me have to come Back for those fuckin' prints! - What you cursin' about? - I'm sorry Beep beep Excuse me All right. I won't do it gain I'm outta here, man - Got 50 bucks? - Nah, man Well, all I find, all I keep Don't be lookin' at me In the eye, nigga Your ass will be on this mural, too I know that look See, you wonderin' how I got that AIDS, ain't ya? - Nah, man - You a lyin' motherfucker! It wasn't from fuckin' With them punks I ain't no homosexual No, man, I ain't say All that, all right? Fuckin' with this shit I can't believe I got this shit All this time In these motherfuckin' streets! And I'm a smart motherfucker I know I should've Left that shit alone One time I was studyin' To be an accountant Now this shit is fuckin' my body up I have a goddam death sentence That's why I don't Give a shit about nobody And I don't wanna See your ass no more! Cos you ain't got no business Out here fuckin' with this shit You'll end up like me. Or worse My old man... Was a preacher And when I started messin' With this shit He said, "You gonna pay for that "You gonna pay for that shit, boy." He was right You can't cheat this shit no...mo' Get the fuck outta here! Why you wanna be Always arguin' with me? No, wait. Listen to me How many pair sneakers you got? - The pair I got on makes six - Yo, Rodney - Wait a second. Six, right? - Yeah - How many pair o' feet you got? - Two, like everybody else He don't see what I'm talkin' about - You don't, do you? - What, man? How you gonna make ten and spend ten Nigga? Ten minus ten make what? - Zero - You wanna be a zero nigga? - I don't want me no zero nigga - You ain't got one Right. Now you see What I'm sayin' to you? Nigga wanna spend All his money like that Gonna wake up broke Every day of his life Why? Cos the nigga Don't believe in hisself Thinkin' like a two-minute clock Instead of the long haul Long term. See your future Y'all come work for me This shit gonna be very different You gonna be savin' crazy money You gonna buy your moms A house in Strong Island. Right? Everybody stick out your hands Like this, palm down - What you all see? - Black - What you see? - You 'posed to be seein' green All right. You get it, man? No. You get it, nigga? You get it? - I got it - All right Excuse me. Excuse me - You all have a job to do inside? - Yeah Well, let's go. Who trash? What's the matter with you? Man, you ain't heard what happened? I ain't heard nothin' You told me if I wanted To get off them benches... Whoa, whoa, whoa All's I hear is that Ahab's Lookin' for a new night manager I heard that Look here. You gonna chill For a week or two, right? Let the shit die down Be workin' still at my spot You gonna be on the benches But Ahab is the joint I'm tellin' you I got it. I'm all right Nigga look bad, boy What we're gonna do, we're gonna mix The shit up with the food traffic Right? See, right now, we're doin' Way too much business from my spot We got a crowd of black White customers Out-of-state license plates What have you Somebody gonna check that out. They Gonna drop a dime on me, call 911 With my jacket I can't go back to jail Ahab gonna be a nice front You did good, Strike You did good Now why you lookin' like that? Somethin' wrong? Huh? You know it's me and you, right? What I tell you? You like my son, right? I'm gonna look out for you. Right? - I ain't let you down yet, have I? - Nah OK, then Come in here. I'm gonna get Somethin' to eat for you Come on Strike. What's up with That train set you got? - It's all right - Fuckin' Choo-Choo Charlie You readin' a train book? Choo-choo! Every man should have a hobby What's yours? Collectin' welfare? That shit ain't funny, man. Word up Why you tryin' to play me, Strike? I don't talk about them... Fuck that, man! I don't talk about them toys Inside your crib Yeah, I know, cos I'll Bust your motherfuckin' ass Yo, Shorty, what you laughin' at? - One time says freeze! - Fuck! Hey, little man. Stay right there Stand up, mastermind Hmm. Oh. Is that Rodney? - Rodney rang? - You oughtta know - Y'all hear that noise about Darryl? - Yeah, man Yeah, well, I had to tell His moms and pops last night That ain't no joke. I hate it Rough I just hope I never have to notify None of your parents Leave this shit alone! How them trains comin'? Little man, come here. Come here What'd I tell you about bein' around These knuckleheads? Huh? Now, I'm watchin' you Go on upstairs Yo, Andre. Why don't you go chase Some criminals or somethin'? Yo, Shorty. What you lookin' at? Yo, come here, man Yeah, you. Come here Come on. Hurry up Quick. Time is money Come here God damn, Shorty! This is some nappy shit When the last time you been In a barber shop? I don't know Put your hands up Ding-ding, ding, ding, ding Ding, ding, ding, ding! Watch out. Flip. Shoot Yo Watch out! Duck! Now what? Come on Throw us somethin' else Yo! - Where you manners at? - Thanks - What's your name, Shorty? - Tyrone Jeeter All right. Shorty Yo, there goes My brother, Victor. Shit - Wait here, all right? - All right Be right back Vic! Uh! Watch out! Oh, man! Uh! Uh! Flip! - Who did this? Huh? Who did this? - Qu? Who did this? Who did this? Who did this? Who did this? Who did this? Who's tryin' to be my son's daddy And gave him this haircut? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Nobody don't know Nothin' now, huh? Yo no se nada I know you. I know you Cedric Stanley Gilmore And I know you, too. Ronnie Dunham Shit You used to live Next door to me, remember? I know your mother. Gloria You all ain't nothin' but a bunch of Good-for-nothin', death-dealin' scum I find out who's been Messin' with Tyrone I'm gonna put a bullet In your butt my own damn self Don't let me find Andre either Have a good Sunday Shit. I know that bitch Ain't talkin' to me - Scientific, man, shut up - You shut up, man OK, Victor? Ready to go? Normally I'd cuff you, brother But you look like The kind of guy I can trust Like I said I had some drinks at Kool Breeze - Uh, Scotch - "Some"? Like two or three I usually go in there After most work nights Uh-huh. How long were you in there? Uh, I don't know About eight-thirty till about ten Uh, see... My shift...at Hambones - I'm a...I'm a manager It don't end till ten I wasn't feelin' very good So I left early You weren't feelin' good So you went to Kool Breeze? It wasn't like it was a "goin' home" Not feelin' good You had a headache? An argument? No, I just...just tired, man Go ahead So I left Kool Breeze Uh, started walkin' home I cut through Ahab's parking lot And this guy just flexed on me, man He jumped outta nowhere I got scared. You know the rest Tell me, Victor. I just... I shot him Hey, little man I like that cut - Where'd you get it? - Barber shop You know, you used to have A good head on your shoulders Before Rodney got a hold of you Still do You know, Ronald, I been lookin' out For you since you been yea high Now, you don't want my guidance? Fine. It's your life Let me tell you somethin' You even glance in the direction Of that little kid Tyrone And I'm gonna fuck you up so bad You're gonna wish I had killed you Now, do we have an understanding? Do we have an understanding? Yeah Why do we keep goin' through this? I told you already The guy jumped outta nowhere, I Got scared... Bam! Then I ran. I ran! You mean bam, bam, bam, bam - What? - Four bullets in the body - Where did you carry the gun? - In my gym bag What else you carry in it? My uniform from Hambones A sandwich from home I don't eat Hambones myself As quiet as it's kept OK. Was the, uh Gym bag zippered, locked? Don't shake your head, Victor - Where's my mattresses? - What? I told you about my mattresses For them kids They ask, "You say we gonna have A tumblin' club. We need mattresses." And I say, "Well, Strike's Buyin' 'em. He promised." Now, look, I ain't busted you yet But till I do You gonna be my main benefactor You gonna sponsor this club You understand me? And, Ronald, I'm only tellin' You one more time, you hear? The store was closed One of them Jewish holidays - What Jewish holiday? - I don't know. Pick one Tomorrow, all right? I swear, I'll swing by tomorrow Andre, these cuffs is too tight, man You and me used to be tight Am I under arrest? What for? Could you uncuff me, please And let me outta here? You don't have to live like this There's more than just these projects Out there, you know Don't you wanna go someplace You never been? I mean, you love trains But you've only ridden the subway Go on, man. Get outta here And get them mattresses For my kids, hear? - Never - Never? You never walked by On a hot day with your two kids? - Stopped in for a soda? - With my two kids? I barely see my two kids I'm always working When I get home, I'm exhausted Do you have any kids? Yeah. I have A two-year-old daughter Have you ever come home so tired You hated the sound Of your own kids cryin'? Your own flesh and blood My wife, Sharon, says "Quit a job. You got two." What the hell she thinks I got Two jobs for in the first place? Look, I'm...I'm tryin', man I am really tryin' To move us out of the projects You know what I'm sayin'? I'm working, I'm saving I'm trying to do the best I can Provide those ends. I gotta work I'm never late. I gotta work Victor, listen to me You're a good, decent Church-goin', God-fearin' kid And if you did pull the trigger There has to be a reasonable answer Other than what you've told me here I gotta ask myself, why would Darryl The night manager at Ahab's Try to rob you In his own parking lot? So I think it had to be personal Mm-mm. No I never saw him before in my life - He flexed, you shot? - I'm through with it I told you what happened What else do you want? - The truth - The truth is lookin' at you! If he did something, if he threatened Your family, this helps you You were buggin' - "can't sleep Can't eat". This helps you in court What did that prick do to you? It was self-defence Self-defence, huh? I wanna see what you see Uh. I disagree I don't think I do look That fuckin' stupid Dang, man. In the papers I thought Vic was legit What happened? Boy already had like five jobs Ooh-ooh! Aw, shit, man! What the fuck The homo-cide want now? Mandela projects, all right? - Yo, Tyrone - What's up? Come over here and watch The car for me, all right? - All right? - Yeah, cool. What you gonna give us? Catch you in a little bit We ain't gonna do it For free I'll take care Of you later Excuse me, sir Which building is 235 Hoyt? - Right there - Thank you Is that Nintendo or Sega? - Sega - What's it called? - "Gangsta." - Whatever happened to Tiddlywinks? Rocco, don't you know this is The new sensation across the nation? - Where you goin'? - My friend's house Everybody wants To be a gangsta, right? Yeah, you like that, right? You like lookin' at that, right? - Wanna know how much it costs - I know that Yeah, I'm sure Probably want to buy one, right? How you know I don't got one? - Why did he have that gun? - Everybody has one - Does he drink a lot? - He only drank at night That makes two of us - How about drugs? - He's clean as the Board of Health Did he have Any new friends recently? - Hangin' out with any new people? - Not that I know of You must be thinking of Ronald But he hasn't lived here in a while - He's quite the athlete - Yes - You boys must be proud of your dad - Yes I'll bet. Something's not right When I'm workin' on something I gotta make it right These are my two sons Victor and Ronald Victor's a hard-working Handsome young man He doesn't lie. If he said it was Self-defence, it was self-defence Why don't you believe him? Do you mind If I borrow these? I have to go around and retrace His steps the other night - and I'd rather not show a mug shot - Sure You be good boys Take care of your mother - Strike - You know him? He's an arrogant piece of shit Comes into my store all the time Like he craps beige He used to work with Rodney Last year in his store, with Darryl Now he runs the crew on the benches Clocks for Rodney just like Darryl Let's bring him in - What up, man? - They went to the ninth floor Shit! I knew it - Did they say anything? - Asked me about "Gangsta" - Anything else? - Nah All right, Shorty You did good, man Go upstairs before your mom Come down flippin' All right Go on upstairs - Who you hidin' from? - Come on, man What you sneakin' up on me for? I'm not gonna keep tellin' you To leave him be - Tell him! - How you feel about your brother? It's fucked up, man I heard he confessed You been to see him? I'm goin'. I'm goin' You need to have your stomach Checked out By the way, my kids thank you From the bottom of their hearts For their mattresses Now doesn't that make you feel good? You know this kid? - Yep. He was in here - When? Boy was in here Friday He had one drink - One drink? Wasn't drunk? - Nope - He was rude - Yeah Ooh! I'm just gettin' warmed up But it's The Bomb Was he with anybody? He came in alone Might've had a conversation Can't recollect Do you recollect the shooting? Hell, yeah Who do you think called the cops? So that's who you're lookin' for? Do you remember if the kid was here Before or after the shooting? He was in here before You know how I know? Cos I was watchin' him I never saw him before. He was jumpy Thought he might have been One of those stick-up kids This is Strike. Jesus Christ They don't look alike to me What about him? Oh, yeah. Victor? A regular What's up with him? Strike, how come you didn't tell me Your brother did it? Come on, Rodney, man What, you forgot? - You told me you didn't wanna know - Yeah, you right Victor popped Darryl? Hey, I don't know if he even did it Victor your brother You supposed to know Errol, Errol, just... We ain't had that conversation About Darryl, did we? What conversation? There, you see? Ain't no problem Go ahead, man. Break That's my boy! Came in one night only On the night of the shooting Has the jumps. Never sat down Left sober before the shooting Yo's jacket shows Possession with intent Possession of unlicensed firearm And assault, for which He still owes three years Listen to me, Rocco He's all strung out Has a few schnorts over his limit He gets fried, walks out of Kool Breeze with the heater in his bag The Adams guy jumps out Startles him Pops the first guy Who steps on his Nikes It's like a capper on a bad day That's how these Nubians do it. He Gets religion, comes in, gives it up I'm not wasting my time on this Come on, Larry. Can't you see What they're tryin' to pull? Larry. Yo walks in Says he's the shooter No record Two adorable kids, two jobs Model citizen. Claims self-defence - OK. All right - Who's gonna argue? Now, this other one...Strike If he tried that, they'd throw The key away. He's a known scumbag No wonder this sounds like horseshit He's lying Victor never got off that bar stool - Yo was taken away for his brother - For what? Brotherly love? Fear? For money? What? They ran a game on me, these two Cos this cocksucker Is an innocent man Just because a Nubian - Excuse me, Lieutenant - Got a wife, a job, kids A dog and a bank account He can't be a shooter? You did everything but stick Your tongue down his throat The kid didn't budge Rocco, listen to me Even if this Victor kid is sellin' us A line of shit on the tape... Which is what they all do anyhow Even if they're givin' it up... This is still a good Solid "closed by arrest" And if I'm wrong, and Rodney Conspired in on this, or Strike... Or the fuckin' Medelln cartel I don't give a fuck Cos we got the shooter We locked up the wrong brother The wrong brother. Yeah. Yeah Well, it's on you, OK? What I want to know is where the fuck Did these yos get balls big enough To think that they could Put this one past me? I'm tired of hearin' that "yo" shit From you. Back off I'm sorry, Lieutenant. Excuse me I don't mean any offence Anybody can bust off an oowop What makes Vic any different? Come on, man Papers say he had a .38 - Regardless what the papers say - Wait, motherfucker When was the last time You bust off an oowop? I never murdered nobody But I'm gonna murder someone now! Yo, yo, chill. Hold it, man. Kill That noise. Homo-cide creepin' up How you doin', fellas? Look who's here Ronnie Dunham, big man - Ronnie? - Can I talk to you a minute? Go on, bitch I'm Rocco Klein DA's Homicide Squad - You got a minute? - Homo-cide I'm doin' the Darryl Adams job Your brother, you know? How's he doin'? Wouldn't know. Haven't seen him yet That's no joke in there You been in? Just overnight on a confusion Wasn't no thing Errol. I thought you were dead I was. I came back Mr Barnes waiting for you? Nah, not me I'm not happy about this Your brother fessed up But it was some bullshit explanation Ronnie, you know what he told us? How the fuck would I know? I wasn't there - Wasn't there? - Where he was telling you all this What do you think happened? Got me You think him and Darryl Had some static? A beef? - Did you know Darryl Adams? - No, no, no - You didn't know Darryl Adams? - Nah, man I never met him, nothin'. Nah When's the last time You saw your brother? - It's been a while - Week, month, year? - Yeah - Which one? Two months Two months? You wanna get that? What you talkin'? That ain't mine What do you know? Ronnie, I was lookin' for Some help, some insight Your brother's got those kids Your nephews Hey, maybe the guy was a crackhead Darryl?A crackhead? Crackin' up? Says who? Ain't nobody sa... It's just... It's just around, you know You know what I'm tryin' to say - You clocking? - Nah - How long you been clocking? - What is you? Deaf? I don't hustle Look. Here's my card You hear anything... Boom - pick up the phone - Boom - Good I'll be seein' ya around, Ronnie Cos I wouldn't do this Lord, if I tried... - What he want? - Somethin' about my brother This is from Rodney He say whack it up... Into ounces He'll hit you off...later Yeah, all right Hm - Jo-Jo. You know Rodney Little? - Sure - Rodney's got this yo, Strike - Likes to drink the chocolate Moos I need yo to talk to me. You mind Laying some cards on him for me? - Depends - Need him to sweat - What'll you do for me? - Nothin' you don't do for yourself Strike, my man! This is a new day, Strike Dinkins out, Rudy in. Law and order Cut the budget. Party's over Crackdown on drugs, crime, niggers Spics, homeless, squeegeemen African-Americans Have a seat. So what's up? Not a thing, Detective Detective? Call me Jo-Jo You like basketball? Nah. I don't like sports - What do you like? - Trains Choo-choo trains? You can't dunk a basketball? - Nah - Nah. Get the fuck outta here, man You been slammin' Before you was crawlin' All right, listen I'm here cos I like you I do. Now, tomorrow night's Gonna be knocko night We're coming down on these projects Like a fuckin' broom So if I was you I'd take my homies out, say 9pm For some chocolate Moolies Or whatever it is you drink Till about 11, bet? Yeah, bet I look out for you You look out for me - Yeah, all right - No, no, no. No "all right" I look out for you You look out for me - You look like 500 - 500. That's a start Good. Every week, I look out for you I tell you when we're hittin'. Week In, week out, you look out for me - Cool? - Cool This is my man Kirby Kirby gonna double back in Like 30 minutes. You lay it on him You tell your boy Rodney I got some good stuff he could use Finest, highest quality Peace out I think you dropped this If I was you I think I'd call this guy Larry Yo, Strike - Been waiting for 40 minutes... - Who's here to see Victor Dunham? You told me he was gonna Come down a half-hour ago Watch your tone Young lady Aw, man. I love you. I love you, man - Cool, man - You look good After you, man Somebody got bored shaving So they decided To cut me up with a razor And they stole my sneakers, too Yo, big brother You made the papers, man Ronnie... Can you get me outta here, man? - I'll try. What's the bail? - 50,000 - What's the cash options? - My lawyer says maybe in a week... I can get that, um That ten per cent thing - Maybe Rodney got... - Rodney? Tell motherfuckers To stop fuckin' with you Yeah, man Yeah. Yeah. Maybe Look, man, I'm gonna try To get you outta here, OK? Ronnie, some of these brothers... Some of these men... They love jail, man But all this, this ain't for me, man I'm gonna get you Outta here, all right? You kiss my babies for me, please? - All right - Thank you We've been open For about a year We've done pretty well so far When I read about it My heart was broken Victor is a sweetheart - Was he ever late for work? - Never. Like Swiss movement - Did he ever steal? - No, he was honest - Get any visitors? - No See him in here? No Victor was my buffer He could talk and reason with them Anybody ever threaten him? Open up your eyes And realise things is tough Your shit is my rough When you livin' in the city Walk with your head high Step with the bitty-bop Got to survive When you slam or you do or die Cos niggers try to read through A nigga's eyes... - May I help you? - Huh? - May I help you? - Yeah, let me the fuck in the store This is a store, right? People buy shit in the store - What do you wish to buy, brother? - I wish to buy what you got Maybe we don't have what you want Unbelievable. What are you The security house nigga? - What? They rent you by the hour? - We're just trying to help... Fuck that, man! Cos I'm black, that automatically Mean I'm gonna steal something Nigga, I came in here To buy a birthday gift for my mom! But you ain't shit And neither is this bullshit kung fu Chinese bitch store! Fuck you, motherfucker! I'm gonna bring my steel And pump bullets in your ass Think I'm playing? You disrespectin' me On my mother's birthday...nigga! Listen up, man I G's up twice a day, man How much you make in a month? See this? See this? It's a hundred dollar bill, right? Use it in your kid's birthday I'm gonna come back here I'm gonna kill your ass Thank you I'm gonna kill your ass - What did he want? - Nothin' - Did that kid ever come back? - No - Hey, what's up, Mr Brown? - Hey, Mr Dunham Yo, Ty, that's my landlord Mr Brown. Say, what's up? - How you doing, sir? - Pleased to meet you, young man This is Tyrone This is my little brother Anybody bother you, and his head's Out here, you let me know I got something For the crackheads my damn self You do like your big brother Leave those drugs alone Hey, I got some food on the stove See ya later All right. Peace Now, go up the steps. Hurry up Hey, Shorty What you doin'? Don't touch that Buggin'. You know anything About what you're touchin'? No Little buster Lionel Trains, right? They was built in the early 1900s But them cheap shits They only ran on dry cell batteries But, yo, after World War II When more folks started getting Electricity in their cribs Boom, they made the new ones Yeah, phat, right? Yeah Yo, profit's all in the cut Don't never forget that Yo, Shorty, if I ever see Or even hear about you Messin' with this stuff right here Man, sniffin' or pipin' up... Yo, come here, man The word to my mother Put a cap in your ass This ain't no TV movie Violence bullshit neither This stuff out here is real Real bullets hurt And real guns kills you dead See this right here? This is .25 automatic I keeps this for all them Ill niggers out there Like that one dude Errol Now that brother's crazy He will blast your ass Just won't give a fuck The messed-up thing is That they never find the body Just the blood stains on the ground If he ever try to creep up on me I'm gonna gat his ass You best be ready To do the same shit, too Aw, don't think That just cos you're 12 Small and shit That he won't smoke you Just last year He caught himself a ten-year-old I knows you probably thinking about What Mr Brown said earlier and all But, chill, don't even Sweat that shit, man He's old and po' He don't know what time it is This is how you get That money right here How do you think I got That phat-ass train set? From pumpin' This white shit right here Any fly shit you want In this world, it costs money And this is how you get it. Hustling Don't never forget that shit neither Yo, Shorty, you're smart, right? Well, answer me this Boss buys him a key For $22,000, right? Cuts it up to 3,500 $10 bottles Boss takes 60%, $17,000 profit Leaving up $7,000 How much for me? My man, Shorty Keep hittin' them books, all right? All right If I ever catch you playing hooky I'll put a cap in your ass My name is M-O And don't you forget it Takin' out your boys And you don't know how I did it Pickin' off your crew one by one Don't step in my way Cos I just might have a gun May be loaded just might not be Cos I'm a menace to society My name not Thiggy-thiggy But I still get hip - So back the fuck up and just - Chill Cos steppin' on me You'll be a-writin' your will I'm like an Energizer Can't never die Ba, ba, ba, ba, nice try Ha, ha, ha I saw you run in the building Throwing up my guns To the ceiling Ba, ba, ba, here I go again Ba, ba, ba, cops are comin' in Run into the back, man I'm fast up the staircase I got no time to waste Nobody seen my face So I leave without a trace... Make the drops over on Smith Street From now on Yeah, all right Oh, yeah, crooked-ass Jo-Jo He said he got Some weight for you to buy Forget that motherfucker Fuckin' faggot He tapped me up for $500, too Errol told me you talked To the homicide cop - How'd that go? - It was aight "Aight" or all right? It was "aight," all right? I ever tell you about The first time I killed somebody? Nah Errol Barnes made me do it... Cos it was three guys burned us On some bogus dope Errol's already killed The other two, right? We got the third guy Be cool, man Chill, motherfucker, chill Ain't you all sorry You fucked with us? I ain't fucked with you You're lucky we don't blow your ass Off like them crackers down South - Look, I hate this shit, man - What the fuck is my name? - Errol, man - You're goddam right Motherfucker Crying like a baby Tears, snot flying, and shit Errol turned to me Says, "You got To cap him, or I'm gonna cap you." Man, come on, that shit Ain't necessary, man I ain't gonna cap that boy He's scared like a motherfucker You think I'm playin' with you? Open your mouth You gonna take this piece... And you're gonna put that Motherfucker's brains out - You understand me?! - I got it Go to it I said you shouldn't Have did that shit, man - Come on, please! Please! - On three, Rodney I can't stop my hand from shakin' - Don't you chump out on me - I can't stop my hand from shakin'! - Cap him! - All right! Please... Don't you wish You'd done us right? Hey, hey, hey. Don't you Ever, ever fuck with me, boy Do you know me now? I'm a bad man Errol couldn't have me runnin' Around here knowin' what he did Without somethin' personal Hangin' over my head, too Personal, Strike Otherwise, I might give him up Someday, you understand? Strike, that's the reason why I needed you to be bloody On this Darryl thing You hear me? Errol Barnes, boy Motherfucker had a sawed-off Shotgun right in my mug, Strike He's my best friend, too - What's the matter with you? - Shit! You gotta take care of yourself Here. Wipe that off You OK? You ain't seen my doctor, have you? - Huh? - Nah Strike, why I got to tell you things Two and three and four times, huh? Why you don't want to listen to me? You OK? Shit To be honest, I don't really Give a fuck because you lied to me Lied about what? You said Darryl Had a drug problem, a crackhead I asked around. The guy was clean I was just speculatin' That's some nasty-ass speculatin' Damn. You're comin' At me with mad questions I'm just tryin' To answer them shits Then you said you never met 'im Maybe just by eye, all right? "Just by eye." You and him never had any static? Naw There's no way Victor could've been Cuttin' through the parking lot In the dark, and Darryl would've Mistaken him for you? Naw, man Cos you and your brother In the dark Probably look like two peas in a pod What the fuck you sayin'? All black people look alike at night? I can't even tell you guys Apart in the day Hey, you got jokes - You and your brother close? - Not really I forgot. Long-lost brothers When was the last time? A month Strike, you told me Two months before If you know so much Why you keep asking? - You know what Alzheimer's is? - Some kind of beer? Wise guy. You visit him yet? Yeah He's claimin' self-defence He goes to trial with that Those two nice kids of his By the time he'll be gettin' Out, they'll be goin' in Did it ever occur to you Maybe he didn't even do the shit? You know who did? Who did it? Come on, man, I gotta go. I'm sick - Here's my card - Got two already You better have that checked out Hey, what the fuck y'all lookin' at? Oh, shit! You all right, man? Strike! Strike! You smokin' crack Motherfucker, huh? Get the fuck up! Get an ambulance, man! Let's get an ambulance! Let's get him the hell Outta here He'll be all right. He'll be fine Watch it, guys One, two, three Let's go! Here you go. It's all right, man - Hit that pipe today? - Dice that shit. He don't use Anyone ever tell you not to do drugs? Where do you live? I'll give you that Just get him to hospital Welcome to Ahab's May I take your order, please? Yes We need a Double Whaler on a bun With cheese? Yes, with cheese A fried shrimp boat One fried shrimp boat - Two - Yeah, two Two fried shrimp... Uh, could I please get my Captain Ahab with a clam roll? - Captain Ahab, Captain... - What's up, boys? Hey, it's a nice car you got - Yeah, it's my dad's car - How ya doin'? Power windows Air bags, cellular phone Bet he paid a pretty penny for this Oh, yeah. We were lookin' For the Short Hills Mall - It's not here - No? Come down from Connecticut Just to buy some whiting? Some golf balls You buy anything else around here I should know about? - Some gum - No You like soul food? Can't say I do - You like to wear lipstick? - Todd, why don't we get outta here? McCauley does In the back...occasionally - You like skirts? - Something we did wrong? - You ever suck a black man's dick? - Let's get outta here! A big, 16-inch tar baby? - No? - No If I toss this car and I find any Drugs, I got 12 baboons in a cage Who are gonna be callin' You boys Mary all night - Come on, Todd - Shut up, man! - Who's got the drugs? - We don't have anything - You got five seconds - Todd's got the drugs! - Shut up, man! - Todd's got the drugs - Fuck you guys, man! - Put your hands on the car - Take it easy! - Fucking cocksucker! Fucking touch him again, I'll rip Your throat out. Get your hands up - What's up? - You tell me What you up to, man? You the one involved In all the drama out here How you always know When I'm comin' out of somewhere? Don't you know I know everything? Didn't I tell you To go see my doctor? Didn't I tell you to stop Drinkin' that Moo shit? Yeah, you did, you did No doubt, man, no doubt - How you so smart and so stupid? - Cut me some slack I heard that Homicide came back On you again yesterday He ain't sayin' I'm in He's just fishin' You and him fuck buddies now? - You got jokes, man - Come on, get in, get in - How do you feel? - I'm all right You better be, cos we got Another big order come in Hey, Rod If God created anything better Than crack cocaine He kept that shit for hisself I mean, that shit Is like truth serum It will truly expose who you are I mean, you happen to be A low-life rat bastard motherfucker Who will sell off his newborn For a suck off that glass dick Crack will bring it Right on in the light I don't care you black White, Chinese, rich, poor You take that first hit You on a mission And that mission will never end Even when the house The money, loved ones are gone They send you to the joint You still gonna try to cop No doubt Only time it ends, Strike, that Mission, when you six feet under That's the reason I don't ever want To hear about you using this shit - You understand me? - You crazy? All right, then Cos it's also the reason why I ain't never goin' outta business I'm a great businessman, Strike And I got me the world's Greatest product Now you think about that Yo, so what up? I'm gonna see you at the store - Go ahead - All right You believe I used to deal with that Woman when she looked like somethin'? Yeah. You didn't know that, did you? She used to look good, right? She looked better than she look now - Finest shit we got today - Let me see - Yeah - 50 dollars But ain't y'all pregnant Though, y'all? - You got to maintain that, man - We already know that That's the last I'm gonna sell to y'all Y'all got to take care Of that little girl Got red caps? I'm getting tired Of these nickels, man Where the dimes at, Lou? We don't got it like that Come on, let's do this You got it? I got reds and I got yellows - What you need? - Two yellow ones - Want two yellows? - I want two reds All right, Veronica. Slow down, girl Why you in such a hurry? - Because I wanna get out of here - Wanna get outta here? - Let me see this money - No, I said two - Let me see the money. Chill - I want yellow - You want yellows? - I want reds It's the same shit. Both Of 'em just to crack your ass up - I want three of 'em - And I said two You notice the tablecloths out there With the African prints? The nice carpeting and the plants Hanging from the ceilings? It's all Victor's ideas You see, Victor always wanted to make This place like somebody's home He treated everybody with respect The workers, the customers... Even the clockers Like, you asked me About last Friday night We got three Cocolo chocho face maricones Trying to set up shop out there Right in front of my business I reach for my...trusty Roberto Clemente Louisville Slugger here And I'm ready to bash in a head I'm ready to bash in an arm But Victor, Victor, he says... No, Jesus, no Let me handle them, please We set somebody up In the bathroom there Put somebody over there As a lookout in the window Sorry, but you brothers Can't clock in here This is a family place And I need you to respect that Here. Take these jumbo sodas This is a Pepsi An orange. A root beer I would appreciate it very much... If you would leave when You finish your jumbo sodas Usually they would just be happy To get the free jumbo sodas But on this night, Leroy pulls out A roll this big and says... My boss says that he'll pay you $300 A week if you let us set up here What did he say? Victor puts please and thank you into Every sentence. So, it was either... No. Please, thank you - Or... - Please. No, thank you What? You tryin' to be fuckin' Burger boy of the month, man? Wait. Your girlfriend likes you Smellin' like burgers? No. My wife... Oh, your wife, your wife Got it. I see, OK, look We're tryin' to do something here I can respect that You take your business outside And I'll handle my business inside You can't even smile, man. You don't Like this job. Feel that money - It's power - I need you to respect that I'm gonna miss you, man So, I have to check the floor I got a business to run - So, Hay-sus... - I pronounce it "Jesus" I feel more comfortable Calling you "Hay-sus" My mother called me Jesus, my father Called me Jesus. You call me Jesus All right, Jesus. So is that why Victor left early Friday? He said he wasn't feeling well - Fuck. I gotta make a call - There's a phone out in front Wasn't feeling well? Would you feel well after working It'll make you sick. Try it. Give me Your badge, I'll give you my apron How much cheese You make yesterday, yo? I made like a motherfuckin' yard I did all right - Yo, Strike! - Here comes Shorty - Take this - Shorty, what I told you? It's yours I told you! - Here comes your moms - Oh, shit - It's yours - You crazy? - What did I say? Huh? You hear me? - What are you doin'? You hear me? I told you! You leave my son alone! Don't you ever put your motherfuckin' Hands in my face I will put my hands Wherever I want to! You stop buying him shit I ain't buyin' him shit - Fuck! - Go home. Go! The Nikes The Sega game, the haircut! You thought you were slick, right? I saw him riding the bike You wouldn't let him bring that home You best stay the fuck Out of my face I am not scared of you Maybe you're scared of Andre You get Andre. I don't give a fuck You are sellin' Your own people death All of y'all. I'm not gonna let you Take him with you You hear me? I can't let you do that I can't let you do that Can't! You understand? I'm gonna go get Andre She took a pop at him, the ho Yeah, here come your friend, man Now you're beatin' up On defenceless women? - What gives? - Come on, man. She attacked me Can I talk to you a minute? Have a seat Don't look so depressed Worse things could happen Hey, Ronnie, have I treated you Like a hard-on out here? What? Have I not treated you Like a man out here? Talked to you With respect, courtesy, huh? What you talkin' about? Why you tryin' to make A fuckin' fool outta me? - What you talkin' about? - What am I talkin' about? You told me you Didn't know Darryl Adams I'm running around like A horse's ass on that Not only did I find out That you know him But you worked a year with him At Rodney's store Why the fuck didn't you tell me? I thought you meant This other Darryl What other Darryl? If you knew some other Darryl You should have said "Yeah, I know him," right? - I don't get it - I only know one Darryl You said you didn't see Your brother in two months - Oh, God - You got all kind... What? Ronnie, don't "Oh, God" me You got all kinds of pissed off At me just like you are now - cos I forgot you said that, right? - Yeah Well, guess what? I go into the Kool Breeze The bar your brother was in Just before the shootin' The bartender ID'd you In there that night He even remembered the drink He made for you Pina colada, straight out of a can Does this ring a bell? Why did you lie to me? - Cos man, it's my brother - What's your brother? Your brother made you lie? Tryin' to look out for him Explain to me how lyin' helps him He's locked up What you sayin'? You tryin' to pin this on me? I didn't say that. You said that I asked you why you throwin' me A line of shit. Why did you say that? Oh, man See, you fuckin' with my words You confusin' me Twistin' my shits around Me? Oh, who's twistin' who Here, Ronnie? All's I'm askin' is why did you Try to play me like a jerk? - Please, stop fuckin' with me - What's in it for you? What the fuck is this? We already spoke about this shit Hey, Ronnie! I just want to know What you know Am I under arrest? Fuck, no! If I arrest you I can't talk to you Then the conversation's over Fine. You don't have to do shit But if you wanna continue To do business here Without Jo-Jo and his crew puttin' Their hands in your pockets I would think about Takin' a ride right now What the fuck I look like? I ain't goin' nowhere With your homo-cide ass Look Shit Are you comin' or what? How you doin'? Man, you crazy, man? I ain't goin' up in there No? Yo, Rocco. Yeah, yeah, come on, come On, man. I ain't got nothin' to say I was prayin' You could help me out here Because to tell you the truth I've come completely around To your way of thinking - What's my way of thinkin'? - I know your brother is innocent If Victor was my brother And I knew what you know Every day of my life Would be a living hell You think we can do something About this? - About what? - All bullshit aside You, me, Victor, we all know Who did Darryl Adams Who? Who do you think? I don't know. You tell me You! - Me? - You little fuck. You did it I know it, you know it! - Your brother knows it - Shit What's the thinkin' on this That if Victor claims self-defence He'll get off Because he has no record? His life is over! I know it's rough out here For young, black males With racism, no jobs Single parent families... - Fuck that - Don't fuckin' gesture at me Have some fuckin' respect But you're the fuckin' king snake! You're a low-down, cold-blooded Evil junkyard nigga... - ..like I've never seen in my life - What you talkin' about? What'd you do, offer him money? Who the fuck are you kiddin'? You're not the Mafia You're not even Rodney Little! You're A skinny-ass snake motherfucker You think you're hot shit. You ain't Nothing but a cold, fucking fart You don't know a motherfuckin' thing About me You just a racist-ass Nigga-hating cop You don't know how it is For brothers And you motherfuckin' definitely... - Don't point... - ..nothin' about what's goin' on Don't you fuckin' point Your finger at me What's goin' on? What don't I see? I ain't tellin' you shit Till I see my lawyer Listen. I talked to... Look at me I got something nice to say I talked to all your brother's People. He's one of the decent ones Probably in his deluded decency He thinks he's doing a noble thing But you and Victor playin' me For a patsy? Usin' me? Back up with that shit I read you like a Marvel fuckin' Spiderman comic book! I been inside your bald pea brain Since you were born You don't play me, I play you! Fuck! Rocco, you can't do this In front of our house Understand? It's no good Strike Strike! You want to make yourself crazy Goin' after someone else on this? There's your man, right over there Hold on Man, get your little ass in the car Fuck Rodney. Yo thinks He's gonna okey-doke me He's goin' down, Larry Down for the fuckin' count Take it easy - How ya doin'? - Fuck you, too, Rodney - Come on. Hey! Take it easy - I'm gonna cripple that cocksucker I swear on my mother's grave I'm gonna cripple him You were supposed to be At my spot an hour ago What am I supposed to do? Tell Homicide I can't talk now? I gotta go bag up some ounces For my boss, Rodney Little? - He arrest you? - Nah Why didn't you tell him To go fuck hisself? Well, what did he want? Nothin' much You know, same old, same old - He ask about me? - Nah - Huh? - Nah. Damn Cos I never said nothin' to you About shootin' nobody All's I said, you want Darryl's spot You got to get it for yourself - Shit, I didn't even say that - Fuck you, Rodney Excuse me. Who the fuck are you Talkin' to like that? You outta your motherfuckin' Mind, hmm? You think I'm one of them little crew Niggers sittin' on a project bench? Open your mouth, nigga You feel that? I put this gun in your bad breath Smellin' mouth I will pull the trigger I'll splatter What little brains you got All over the Corinthian Leather interior of my car This is my wife's brand-new car So you know I don't give a fuck - You understand? - Yeah - Do you understand me, bitch? - Yeah! Let me tell you somethin' else If I ever hear about you talkin' to That Homicide one more time That Rocco, I don't care If he asks you the time of day If I hear about my name comin' up I'm gonna know it was you And I'm gonna kill ya I mean, you are 1-87 On the street, understand? - Do you understand me? - Yeah Word is bond Now get your motherfuckin' Ass outta my car Who bought you this shit? Strike bought you that shit? Where your mama at? She know you out here? When I was a little boy My daddy would have kicked my butt All over this street - I don't have a father, all right? - You got one now When Errol is talkin' to you You listen - You're not my daddy - I'm your daddy now You get your butt... You little motherfuckers Get outta here! Hey, look here Now I got to deal with this Look at this Shit What the fuck is he doin'? I'm a bad man Errol! Get your hand off me - What are you doin', man? - Get the fuck outta here Errol, come here Step off Hey, Shorty Now, fun and games is over I warned your ass About Errol, didn't I? - Huh? Didn't I? - What's goin' on here? I don't want to see your ass Hangin' around me no more - What'd I do? - Now take your ass home I don't want to see Your ass no more! You a little nigga This is real nigga shit You need to be in school Get your ass up... - I thought I was def! - Shut the fuck up! Take your ass home to your moms Get the fuck up them steps Hurry up, man! - Hurry the fuck up! - Shouldn't have taught me then Punk I busted these Four yuppie dickheads over at Ahab's They drove down In Daddy's Benz to cop So fuckin' what? I'm gonna use them to pinch that Motherfucking shinehead Rodney I got 'im set up You got Rodney set up? Got that fuckin' yo Set up just like the movie Let me do a favour for ya Me and Mazilli know the prick Let us pick him up You'd owe me two favours You ain't gonna let me forget I ain't worried No, I won't I wash my face in dirty water Cos it gives my mind a little order And I play that game Just like I should do But my whole world slips away I live my life, I live it slowly And I take my time, I'm in no hurry Yeah, I'm livin' And when I go Then I would surely... Hey, Mr Mazilli Klein. What you need, man? - I need you, brother - Oh, yeah? - For what? - I got me a warrant on ya - Warrant for what? - Arrest You want to arrest me? For what, Mazilli? You must have sold To an undercover, man Oh, man, please! You so desperate You sellin' shit yourself? Excuse me All right - Who tryin' to set me up? - What do I know? - Come on, man - I'm Homicide, man How long we been Doin' business, huh? All of a sudden It don't count for nothin'? All I know is, somebody says Rodney's your buddy He's not gonna break balls If you go in. So? Right, Rodney? Rocco Klein, Rocco Klein I always wanted to ask you You Italian, you a Jew? What are you? You can't make up your mind? - Me? - Yeah, you I'm from the lost Black Tribe Of Israel, the Yos Now put the rag away, lock up Get your shit, and let's go I'm a businessman, all right? I'm tryin' to make a dollar - Yeah, I'm proud of ya. Let's go - We got a job, too, OK? Skyler, go find Errol Tell him to come down And mind the store for me Tell my wife to get My bail money together, too Give Errol my best, all right? Better put a leash On that psychopath The Santa Fe F-3 Considered the most attractive Paint scheme on any railroad "Dear, Mr Herman Brown "I had to leave suddenly But I'll be all right "If...my... "little...brother..." It wasn't long before The Santa Fe dominated... "..swings...by..." Today, we're going to examine All 12 F-3 road names... "..he...can...have... "my...train...set." Western Pacific, Southern... Texas Special...Wabash... Illinois Central... Baltimore and Ohio... Milwaukee Road...Rio Grande... Canadian Pacific and the New Haven We will concentrate On the characteristics Of the shells and the paint Of over 40 original variations We will make our point-by-point Analysis of actual... God damn, man! Who stole my gat? - Who set me up, Mazilli? - Ho-ho Yeah, you better not tell me Save my ass from a homicide charge Don't tell us before, man We like to figure these things out Takes all the fun out Of the investigation On the real side, who served me up? What do I look like? One of your hoes? Yo, genius. Who do you think? He's in a jam. It must've been The chocolate Moos Get the ball Yeah, get it. Good Got it? Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah - Good, good, good! - Yo, Sharon! Hi, Uncle Ronnie - Yo, what's up, Mark? Chillin'? - Yeah All right So, how Victor doing? What's going on With that bail situation? - Down to $5,000 - Word Good. Good. It's about fuckin' time Check this out Strike, somebody's gonna see you Put that away. Hurry up That's $5,000 right there All right? Give that to Mommy. Tell her To get her son up out of jail Don't tell her I gave it To you, all right? You goin' somewhere? I might, but I don't know Ronald, you need To talk to your mother - You listenin'? - Yeah, I hear you Thanks - All right - Later OK, let's go. The Dunham brothers Are up, and he catches it. Yes! - Yo, Scientific? - What's up, B? What's up? What you guys Just sitting around for? What the fuck you yellin' at? That nigga Rodney got locked up - For what? - You don't know why? - No, I don't - Strike! You know - Yo, Strike! Yo, Strike! - Y'all hold on Yo, Shorty. Get out of here, man! I gotta talk to you I said I gotta talk to you! - Get out of here! - Hey, Ronnie - Stop iggin' me! - Ah, fuck! Put it here, pal Let me talk to you for a minute So you wanna fuck with me? Let me show you What fuckin's all about What the fuck You talkin' about, man? Your man is in the joint I just came by to thank you Yo! Yo, fuck you, Rocco You can't pin this shit on me! Oh, no? All I know is that Rodney makes bail tomorrow He'll be back out on the street What do you think your homies Will tell him? If I was you, I'd fly down to the DA's office, get my ass protected I don't even be fuckin' around No more. I don't be hustlin' Ronald, do yourself a favour Tell me what really happened How your boss Rodney pressured You into doing Darryl I tell you, that nigga set Rodney up, man. I know it Nobody wants you on this. You had No choice. Rodney had you scared Kill or be killed, right? You don't even know What the fuck you talkin' about You just got me killed On some dumb shit Black man say he didn't do somethin' You don't believe him Say he did do something You still don't believe him Have a good life Oh, fuck! Yo, y'all. I know you niggers Know I wouldn't diss Rodney Homo-cide is buggin'. Word up Word to Allah, man. You a Motherfuckin' punk ass lyin' bitch! Fuck you! I'll fuck you up! You a fuckin' snitch! That nigga snitched on Rodney! And you punch like a bitch! Your mama's in her bed Well, I ain't gonna wake her You don't get it, do you? - Yo - Errol Yo - I'm in the lockup - Lockup? For what? I don't know I'm still trying to figure it out myself But I know who put me here That little...punk ass Strike - Strike? - Mm-hmm You know what you gotta do, right? - It's done - I'll see you tomorrow Yo - You still around here, nigga? - What you think? All right. I guess Errol ain't find your ass yet - Errol?What he want? - Yo, Strike! - What he want, stupid? - How the fuck I'm 'posed to know? Maybe he wanna play With your fuckin' train set - Man, fuck you - Fuck you, nigga! I mean, snitch Shit Yo, Shorty, how many... How many times I gotta tell you, man? Stop sweatin' me. You a kid This is grown-up stuff You gonna get hurt out here Now, take your little bag Of candy, take your little bike And go find some friends, all right? Damn! Fuckin' kids, man Oh, shit! Boogie-Down was performing Down with the sounds called VDP Boogie-Down was performing It ain't no joke Back in the days I knew rap would never die I used to listen To Awesome-2 on WHBI I used to hear all kind Of rap groups Before samplin' loops Rappers wore bell-bottom Lee suits Me and Kenny couldn't afford that So we would go to the park While they was jammin' to hear rap I used to listen till The cops broke it up Always thought to myself "Damn, why they fucked it up" But nevertheless I was in love with the microphone And it stayed that way Until I left home On the streets of New York Now I'm free But with freedom Comes big responsibility I used to walk around Driven by the force I remember how large Super Rhymes was when he fell off I used to wonder about crews That used to rock They were large but none of them Could manage to stay on top Do you ever think about When you outta here Record deal and video outta here Mercedes-Benz And Range Rover outta here No doubt BDP is old school But we ain't goin' out... What you want, little shou... Yo, Ty! Ty! You little motherfucker! Some years went by, I signed myself Into a group home... What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? You buggin'? Shit I don't know what happened I've known this kid his whole life His mother, too. Good, decent people Now, whatever happened out there It was a big mistake I mean... I mean, Tyrone's never been In trouble before. He's like... He's like, uh, 85th percentile On the national education test I mean, uh... Now this thing could ruin his life Please Just help him with his moms And his statement You know what I'm askin' Does my son have to go to jail? Would you permit me to talk to him? If you talk to him, does he still Have to go to jail? Tyrone, you know What you did, don't you? - Yeah - You know it was wrong? - He knows - OK. We got that outta the way You did wrong But you were scared, right? You couldn't help it My son was terrified Tyrone, you're a good kid, but it's Tough growin' up in the projects Drugs, crime, peer pressure. You know What that means, peer pressure? - Yes - I hear you're real intelligent Don't your friends make fun of you When you get straight As Speak correct English Attend school Go to classes, don't hang out? Don't they call you white boy? Don't they call you soft because You ain't hanging with them hard? I know they do, but all you Want to do is the right thing But they keep threatening you Threatening your mother Tyrone So you get a gat So you, too, can be hard-core Protect yourself and your mother - Do you know the man you shot? - Yeah That was Errol Barnes A stone killer He did time For killin' a kid your age Here you are, riding your bike Minding your own business You have a gun for protection All of a sudden There's Errol, that kid killer Standing right in front of you He's got this horrible look In his beady eyes You see him reaching... Tyrone, look at me Look at me, Tyrone You see him reaching for that .38 Stuck in his waist You know he's gonna gat you Then who's gonna protect your mother? You never fired that gun before, but Errol was about to pull that trigger You're scared All you wanna do is ride your bike It's either him or you But this killer in front of you There's no time to think His finger is on the trigger Boom, boom. The gun just appeared In your hand That's what happened That's what exactly happened And when I ask you what happened With the tape recorder on That's exactly what You're going to tell me, right? Because you always tell the truth Now, one last thing We need to know - again, tell The truth - where'd you get the gat? - I found it - Where'd you find it? - In the bushes - Where in the bushes? I'm not turning it on yet Where in the bushes? - What bushes? - The bushes near my building Tyrone, you gotta help me out here And your mama The truth OK. I borrowed it by accident From who? Remember You always tell the truth I borrowed it by accident From Strike Strike? Motherfucker! All right, son. All right You did the right thing I was tryin' to give it back to him But he doesn't speak to me any more I keep trying... But he keeps iggin' me All right, son I'm gonna put the recorder on now You state your name And you tell the story, relax Just the way you told it to me - Your name? - Tyrone Jeeter Oh, shit Fuck that nigga up, man! What the fuck you doing? You ruined that boy's life You fuckin' parasite! I had nothin' To do with that shit! I'm tired of excuses! Tired of excuses - Mommy! - You know nothin'! "It's not my fault." I'm not hearin' that shit! It's motherfuckers like you Mugged Rosa Parks - Who the fuck is Rosa Parks? - Who the fuck is Rosa Parks?! - It's hard on the brothers - You stupid, ignorant motherfucker! Brothers?! Brothers! Is this the way You take care of your brothers, huh? Real brothers take responsibility I'm gonna make damn sure you do I won't be fuckin' around I'm done with that Done with it? Done with that? You bet you are You are done from these streets You're gone from this project And you're gone from New York You hear me? Oh, shit! Come on, you son of a bitch! Yo, why don't you stomp That nigga too, man? - Come on, man - Get back! Get back! - Gonna shoot everybody? - Get the fuck back! Come on! You want somethin'? You got it, man! You got it! What? Get up Get up, get up, get up! If I ever see you again I'm going to kill you! I'm gonna shoot you in your dome Put a gun in your hand And say you tried to raise up on me For this beat down you just got Do you understand? Do you understand? Shit! He wants to fly But his wings won't let him go He wants to travel But don't wanna go so low Oh-oh, Daddy, when I grow up I want to be a silent hero... Ah, look who's here! I was just comin' to get you Rodney or Andre? Rodney! Take a number, you're next! What'd you think You was gonna do? Become president? Yo, man! Why did Tyrone Do that stupid shit for? The boy did it for you He was protecting you Rodney ain't no fool He sent Errol after you And this poor fuckin' kid Stepped into the breach David and Goliath Now he's a 12-year-old murderer Way to go, Strike Yo, don't lay that on me, all right? Don't lay that on you? - I had nothin' to do with Tyrone - You had nothin' to do with it? Can you look yourself In the fuckin' mirror and tell me You had nothin' to do with Tyrone? Why the fuck you have to come Shake my hand anyway? Didn't I tell you not to play me? Did I not tell you that? I don't give a fuck what you said! You can't put this weight on me! Nah, why should you carry The fuckin' weight? You must be a wonderful Fuckin' guy Everybody tryin' to protect you - Tyrone, Victor You know what? They all went down Protecting you from the same guy And he's still out there I'm the only one That can protect you now That's right. Me. Me So you tell me how Rodney Pressured you into cappin'... Oh, man! ..Darryl Adams And we'll drop him down a hole Don't tell me Rodney Pulled the trigger if he didn't All's you gotta do now Is tell me the truth Did you shoot Darryl Adams? No, man, no. Damn - Who did? - Scientific - Who the fuck is Scientific? - He's with my crew - Did you see him kill Darryl Adams? - No - Did he tell you he killed Darryl? - No! - Did he tell anybody? - I don't know! Why you sweatin' me? It was Errol Barnes! Get up! Get up, you fuckin' lyin' cocksucker! You crazy? I'm gonna hand-feed you To fuckin' Rodney myself! I swear to God! It was a nigga named My Man My brother said My Man would do it - My Man? - I didn't have the heart to do him! - I didn't have the heart to do 'im! - Victor said My Man would do it We was in Kool Breeze and shit A-a-and Victor He just told me He was like, he said, "My Man" Maybe Victor was so drunk He did tell My Man to do it Bullshit, bullshit! Let's go see Rodney Rocco If you don't get your hand Off my son, you better... - Victor called me from the bar - You ain't gotta tell him nothin' Victor called me from the bar Mom? I think I'm gonna Do somethin' bad Ma, I can feel it Look, I'm just tired, that's all I'm just sick and tired And somebody's gotta pay Somebody's gotta pay He came back into the house An hour later Victor! Baby, what's wrong? Oh, Mama, I shot somebody! I shot somebody He was throwin' up all night I didn't even know that other boy Was lyin' dead in the parking lot The next morning...he says That he can't get out of bed - His legs are cramped, he can't walk Mama, let me tell you It was just like a dream Like somebody else was pullin' The trigger, you know? And that's what happened Mommy, I swear, I'm gonna help Victor What is going to happen to my son? Did you get the money from Sharon? - Huh? For the bail? - She wouldn't take it My son Victor... Said it was self-defence Believe him! Shit! Shit "Bitch...you is dead." Motherfucker stole my bags, too Yo, Strike. Your boy Rodney Took a piss in your car So, where do you want to live, Ronnie? I don't know, man. You tell me We's goin' to the Port Authority Bus Terminal Please, Rocco, man Take me to Penn Station Same difference Self-defence. Self-defence Victor is pleading self-defence So, what's up with Tyrone? Does he get bail? No bail on juveniles His mother has him until the trial So, how much time is he gonna get? Maybe a half-year In a youth house, if he's lucky Yo, Rocco, before I get out, man Just answer me this one question Why was you so gung-ho About all this shit, man? Most cops... Brothers killin' other brothers Ain't no big thing. Blas, blas What made you care about me, my Brother Victor, Darryl Adams, Tyrone? Huh? What made you give a shit? If I ever see you again I'll book you on charges Of criminal solicitation And conspiracy to commit murder I'll let Andre beat you down again Then pick up Rodney On the same charges And I'll make sure you two Share the same cell The same fuckin' bed Do you understand me clearly? Yeah, I understand you clearly I just wanted to say thanks, for Gettin' me outta town, that's all It ain't mine, man I stopped doin' that Get the fuck outta the car Final Call newspaper! Get Your latest edition of Final Call! Sir, how are you doing today? Get Your latest edition of Final Call Justice In Black And White, sir No, thank you Thank you very much, sir Have a pleasant and good day Final Call newspaper! Get your latest Edition of your Final Call newspaper! How about you, sir? "I'll kill you." I guess somebody read his shirt The wrong way, huh? Whoo! Right through his fuckin' mouth Another stain on the sidewalk - Hal! Lunch - Another dead motherfucker DMF. All right Well, Hal, let's go to work - Take it away, Lieutenant - OK. Catch you next time Hey, guys They should blow these projects To Timbuktu Why bother? They kill themselves Anyway, like a self-cleaning oven No fuss, no mess That's how the Nubians do it Cycle of shit - Take it easy, guys - Take it easy What the fuck happened? One snap, that kid Scientific got shot up What's a Scientific? That could be you next Mr Scientific Nothin' you ain't seen Before, eh, fellas? Did you see anything over there? Back in the early 1900s When trains ran on batteries When people had no electricity In their houses... After World War II, right? - Tyrone - Huh? - You know I love you, don't you? - Yeah - After World War II, right? - Yeah When people started getting Electricity in their houses They made these - the new ones Wanna hear a whistle? Here is my hand For you to hold Here's a part of me They have not sold I've wandered far I've had my fill I need you now Do you love me still Only you have seen The hidden part of me Call me foolhardy If you will I loved you when Do you love me still So many smiles And lies surround me Empty expectations Faceless fears Sometimes this life Is a bitter pill I love you now Do you love me still You have been mine Since time untold Our love is immortal Don't you know Others will come And they will go But I loved you young And I'll love you old Only you have seen The other side of me Call me naive, I think you will But I loved you then Do you love me still Here are the eyes That only see you Here's a mouth That only calls your name Here is a song They cannot kill I love you now Do you love me still