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
Lookin' in a bottle
Lookin' in a needle
Lookin' in the street Yeah, yeah, yeah Searchin '
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.
Get the fuck outta here. Chuck D ain't shit.
That nigger Chuck D is assed out, and the rest of Public Enemy.
That what I'm sayin'.
Speech, motherfucker. What about him?
Speech? He a bitch-ass nigger.
How the fuck this thing gonna say Chuck D the hardest rapper?
Nigger ain't never shot nobody.
You gotta be hard nowadays!
First of all, I know niggers ain't slappin' bitches up. They ain't takin' pussy.
Niggers ain't shootin' shit 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.
Only niggers I have representin' is my man Tupac, 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.
All I'm saying is 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, yo, yo. Forget that shit, man.
We gots to be about business.
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, but it's hot.
What's up, man?
What's up, man? How ya doin'?
What you need? What you got today?
I got red caps. They're phat. Two for one, man.
Lemme take two.
Two? All right, hang tight.
Everything all right, man?
Shit. You know that, man.
Children of the ghetto
Runnin' wild and free
In a concrete jungle
Filled with misery
There's no inspiration...
What's up, man? You got the money?
Keep an eye out, all right?
Motherfucker! Come here!
Get off me, man! Get off me!
Hey, 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. Ah, gotcha!
What you doin'? I got nothin'! Why you checking me for?
Get the fuck off my ass! I don't play that maricon shit, all right, man.
I love the smell of surprise...
Smell your fuckin' breath.
It smells like victory, brother! Victory!
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 fucking pants, or whatever you fucking 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.
Three-two, full count. Basesloaded with bacon strips.
Pull up your pants, bitch.
Man, where's your personal hygiene?
You're a motherfucking 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...
Some niggers had you assed out.
Glad to be of service, fellas!
Somebody gonna drop a cylinder block on your ass!
Take that fucking gun and badge...
Ain't got the stomach for this shit no more, man.
You see my doctor yet?
Huh? 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 you're looking at?
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 sellin' ounces? Why him? What's up with me?
'Cause you like my son, man. Strike, my son.
If I'm so much your son, then why my black ass always up 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 or something.
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, 'cause that boy's a thief, and he got to be got.
Can't you get Errol for that shit?
You know Errol gave hisself the big 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?
Strike, you really wanna 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 have no damn chocolate Moos.
This is a bar, son.
What's up, man?
What you doin' here, man?
You know, just slidin' through.
Yo, big bro. I was just thinkin' about you, man.
I love you, too, Ronnie.
All right. 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.
You know that's Ahab's over there.
You know that clown that works in there? The night manager, Darryl?
Yo, the brother is bad peoples.
How is Darryl Adams bad people?
'Cause, yo, he beat up this honey Charise, man.
She's only 16. She came in askin' for a job.
This nigger took her to the back office, talkin' about "slob my Johnson."
And when she said no, he started slappin' her up and shit.
Yo, the brother's foul.
A woman beater.
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.
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?
Yo, got ya, comin' at ya Chrome to the dome...
Wasn't that your favorite 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 you about nothin'.
I know somebody.
My Man. Who that?
Look, My Man. A friend of a friend.
He'll do the job.
How much he talkin' about?
So what's the deal?
I'm listenin'. What you want me to do?
Nothin', man. Just chill. All right?
My little mans, my nephews, how they doin'?
I miss my kids, man.
Why don't you take your ass home if you miss your kids?
There's the motherfucker. What's up, Strike?
Yo, black, we closed.
I thought you don't eat this shit because it fucks with your stomach.
This is Ahab's, nigger.
We ain't got no Di-Gel, no Kaopectate, no Pussy-Bismol!
You still here, motherfucker? What's up?
Mylanta! We need more Mylanta out here for this girl!
Probably a fuckin' triple-header.
Outdoors in the mud, 6O casings around, and a big herd of Nubians stepping all over everything, man.
Ahh! I don't like them airplane bottles.
What the fuck happened?
Oh, that boy got shot up!
God would know, I wasn't here, so I really 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, hey. Welcome to the show that never ends.
Bartucci, what you got?
We got a black male, dead man.
Darryl Adams, 22-years-old, the night manager of this joint.
Plays like this.
Kid's standin' by the door having a conversation with another male.
Pop, pop. Darryl goes down. Shooter does a Carl Lewis.
Neighborhood says there's four shots fired.
At this point, that's all she wrote.
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.
Hi, Darryl. Hello in there.
Live by the gun, die by the gun.
The kid had brains.
Good thing he was wearin' his gold, huh?
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.
No stippling on the eyes.
Looking about 30, 35-years-old.
Doors one and two.
Okay, let's see.
Nothin' up the sleeve.
He might get better, but he ain't never gettin' well.
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.
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 an Ahab's Burger?
You owe me six more.
I love my job, too.
He's got more prints than my ex-wife.
He wearing any?
Give me one second, all right?
Must be his golf jacket. It's got 18 holes.
Come out, come out, wherever you are The monkey's on the trolley car Looks like they did come out. Here's one. 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'? Hi, Lar.
Check the pockets.
Son of a bitch! That's Darryl Adams!
He used to work in Rodney's candy store. I saw him all the time.
If he worked for Rodney, he definitely was clockin'.
Hal, check the pockets again.
Sure. Hold on.
Nothin'. What's up, Darryl?
Clockin' like a motherfucker, man.
You guys done yet?
Oh! 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.
One, two, three.
All right. Show's over! Officers, send 'em home!
See ya, Hal. Take care.
Moe, don't make me come back for those fuckin' prints!
What you cursin' about?
All right. I won't do it again.
I'm outta here, man.
Got 50 bucks?
All I find, all I keep.
Don't be lookin' at me in the eye, nigger.
Your ass will be on this mural, too.
I know that look.
You wonderin' howl got that AIDS, ain't ya?
You a lyin' motherfucker!
It wasn't from fuckin' with them punks.
I ain't no homosexual.
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 goddamn death sentence.
That's why I don't give a shit about nobody.
And I don't wanna see your ass no more!
'Cause 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 more.
Get the fuck outta here!
Why you wanna be always arguin' with me?
Listen to me. How many pair of sneakers you got?
The pair I got on makes six.
Wait a second. Six, right?
How many pair 0' feet you got?
Two, like everybody else.
He don't see what I'm talkin' about.
You don't see what I'm talking about, do you?
How you gonna make 10 and spend 10, nigger?
Ten minus 1O make what? Right?
You wanna be a zero nigger?
I don't want me no zero nigger. Right?
You ain't got one.
Now you see what I'm sayin' to you?
Nigger wanna spend all his money gonna wake up broke every day of his life, why, 'cause the nigger don't believe in hisself.
Thinkin' like a two-minute clock, man, 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 saving 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?
What you see?
You 'posed to be seein' green.
All right. You get it, man?
No. You get it, nigger? All right.
I got it.
You all have a job to do inside?
Let's go. Who trash?
What's the matter with you?
You ain't heard what happened?
I ain't heard nothin'.
Rodney, you told me if I wanted to get off them benches...
All's I hear is that Ahab's lookin' for a new night manager.
I heard that.
You gonna chill for a week or two, right? Let the shit die down, right?
Be workin' still at my spot.
You gonna be on the benches, but Ahab's is the joint.
I'm tellin' you.
I got it. I'm all right. I'm all right.
Nigger look bad, boy.
We're gonna do, we're gonna mix the shit up with the food traffic, right.
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.
And you know 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?
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? Okay, then.
Come in here. I'm gonna get somethin' to eat for you. Come on.
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. Fuck's yours? Collectin' welfare checks?
That shit ain't funny, man. Why you tryin' to play me, Strike?
I'm talking about the... Fuck that, man!
I don't talk about them motherfucking toys you been playing with inside your crib.
Yeah, I know, 'cause I'll bust your motherfuckin' ass.
Yo, Shorty, who you laughin' at?
One time says freeze!
Hey, little man. Stay right there.
Stand up, mastermind.
Oh. Is that Rodney? Rodney rang?
You ought to know.
Y'all hear that noise about Darryl last night?
Yeah, well... I had to tell his moms and pops last night.
That ain't no joke making notifications, I hate it.
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?
I'm watchin' you. Go on upstairs.
Yo, Andre. Why don't you go chase some criminals or somethin'?
Shorty. What you lookin' at? Come here, man.
Yeah, you. Come here.
Come on. Hurry up. Quick. Time is money.
God damn, Shorty, this is some nappy shit.
When was the last time you been in a barbershop'?
I don't know.
Put your hands up.
Ding-ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!
Watch out. Flip. Shoot.
Watch out! Duck! Come on. Throw us somethin' else.
Where your manners at?
What's your name, anyways, Shorty?
All right. Shorty.
There goes my brother, Victor. Shit.
Wait right here, all right? All right.
Be right back.
Uh! Watch out! Oh, man... Uh! Uh! Flip!
Who did this, huh?
Who did this, huh? 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?
I know you. I know you.
Cedric Stanley Gilmore.
And I know you, too. Ronnie Dunham.
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.
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.
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 8:30 till about 10:00.
See, my shift at Hambones... I'm a manager.
It don't end till 10:00. 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, just tired, man.
So I left Kool Breeze, 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 shot him.
Hey, little man. I like that cut. Where'd you get it?
You used to have a good head on your shoulders before Rodney got a hold of you.
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.
Do we have an understanding?
Do we have an understanding?
Why do we keep goin' through this? Man, I told you already.
The guy jumped outta nowhere, I got scared...
Bam! Then I ran. I ran.
You mean bam, bam, bam, bam.
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.
Okay. Was the gym bag zippered, locked?
Don't shake your head, Victor.
Where's my mattresses?
I told you about my mattresses for them kids.
They keep asking me, "Andre, you say we gonna have a tumblin' club.
"We need some mattresses."
I say, "Strike's buying 'em. He promised."
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?
Could you uncuff me then, please, and let me outta here?
You don't have to live like this.
There's more than just these projects out there.
Don't you wanna go someplace you never been before?
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?
You're so close, 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, huh?
Look, 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 something personal.
Mmm-mmm. No. I never saw him before in my life.
He flexed, you shot?
I'm through with it.
I told you what happened. I gave you the gun. What else do you want?
The truth, Victor.
The truth is lookin' at you, man!
If a guy 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-defense.
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 and shit.
Aw, shit, man! What the fuck the Homo-side want now?
235 Hoyt, Mandela projects, all right?
Come over here and watch the car for me, 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, all right?
Excuse me, sir. Which building is 235 Hoyt?
Is that Nintendo or Sega?
Sega. What's it called?
Whatever happened to "Tiddlywinks"?
Rocco, don't you know this is the new sensation across the nation?
Where you goin'? You didn't push your floor.
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 already.
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 a gun.
Does he have a drinking problem?
He only drank at night.
That makes two of us.
How about drugs?
He's as 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 my son Ronald, but he hasn't lived here in quite a while.
He's quite the athlete.
You boys must be proud of your daddy.
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-defense, it was self-defense.
Why don't you believe him?
Mrs. Dunham, 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, if you know what I mean.
You be good boys, now. Take care of your mother.
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.
So, 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 moms come down flippin' some shit.
Go on upstairs.
Who you hidin' from?
Come on, man.
Fuck you sneakin' up on me for?
I'm not gonna keep tellin' you to leave that boy alone.
You tell him that.
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?
Yeah. He was in here.
Boy was in here Friday. He had one drink.
One drink? Wasn't drunk?
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.
Do you recollect the shooting across the street?
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?
'Cause I was watchin' him. 'Cause 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. You forgot?
You told me you didn't wanna know nothing.
Yeah, you right.
Victor popped Darryl?
Hey, I don't know if he even did it.
Victor, your brother. You supposed to know.
We ain't had that conversation about Darryl, did we?
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 now, Rocco. He's all strung out. Has a few over his limit.
He gets fried, walks out of Kool Breeze with the heater in his gym bag.
The Adams guyjumps 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.
Pack it up. I'm not wasting my time on this.
Come on, Larry. Can't you see what they're tryin' to pull?
Yo walks in, says he's the shooter.
No record, two adorable kids, two jobs.
Model citizen. Claims self-defense.
Okay. All right.
Who's gonna argue?
Now, this other one, Strike.
If he tried to pull that bullshit, they'd throw the key away.
He's a known scumbag.
No wonder this confession sounds like horseshit. He's lying.
Victor never got off that bar stool.
Yo was taken away for his brother.
For what? Hmm?
Brotherly love? Fear? For money? What?
They ran a game on me, these two, 'cause this cocksucker is an innocent man.
Just because a Nubian, excuse me, Lieutenant, got a wife, a job, two kids, a dog, a goldfish 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' Medellin cartel, I don't give a fuck.
'Cause we got the shooter.
We locked up the wrong brother.
The wrong brother. Yeah, yeah, it's on you, okay?
What I want to know is where the fuck did these two 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 offense.
Anybody can bust off an oowop. What makes your brother Vic any different?
Come on, man. Papers say he had a .38.
Regardless what the papers say...
When was the last time you bust off an oowop? Last time you murder somebody?
I ain't never murder nobody, but you don't get out my face talkin' that bullshit, I'm gonna murder someone now!
Yo, chill. Hold it, man. Kill that noise. Homo-side creepin' up.
How you doin', fellas?
Look who's here. Ronnie Dunham, big man.
Can I talk to you a minute?
Go on, bitch.
I'm Rocco Klein, DA's Homicide Squad.
You got a minute? Homo-side.
I'm doin' the Darryl Adams job. Your brother, you know?
How's he doin'?
Don'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.
Wherever he was telling you all this.
What do you think happened?
You think him and Darryl Adams had some static? A beef?
Mmm-hmm. Did you know Darryl Adams?
No, no, no.
You didn't know Darryl Adams?
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?
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 two nice kids, your nephews.
Maybe the guy was a crack-head.
Darryl? A crack-head? Crackin' up? Says who?
Ain't nobody... It's just around, you know.
You know what I'm tryin' to say.
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.
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.
Jo-Jo. You know Rodney Little?
Rodney's got this yo, Strike.
Yeah, he's the yo that likes to drink the chocolate Moos.
I'm working on something, I need him to talk to me.
You mind laying a couple of cards on him for me?
Depends. Need him to start sweating.
What are you gonna do for me?
Nothin' you don't already 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, squeegee men, 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?
You can't dunk a basketball?
Get the fuck outta here, man. You been slammin' before you was crawlin'.
All right, listen. I'm here 'cause I like you. I do.
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 9:00 p.m., for chocolate Moolies or whatever it is you drink, till about 11:00, 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 five hundred.
Five hundred. 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.
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.
I think you dropped this.
If I was you, I think I'd call this guy.
Who's here to see Victor Dunham?
Aw, man. I love you. I love you, 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?
Fifty? God damn!
What's the cash options?
My lawyer says maybe in a week, I can get that 10% thing.
Maybe Rodney got... Rodney.
Tell motherfuckers to stop fuckin' with you and all that.
Yeah. Yeah. Maybe.
Look, man, I'm gonna try to get you outta here, okay?
Ronnie, some of these brothers, some of these men, they love jail.
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?
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?
See him in here?
Victor was my buffer.
He could talk and reason with them.
Anybody ever threaten him?
Open up your eyes and realize things is tough Yo, shit is mad 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 nigger's eyes...
May I help you?
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.
Hold on. Who are you, the security house nigger?
They rent you by the hour?
We're just trying to help...
Fuck that, man!
'Cause I'm black, that automatically mean I'm gonna steal something, right?
Nigger, 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! You think I'm playing?
I'm gonna bring my steel and pump bullets in your motherfucking ass.
Think I'm playing? You disrespectin' me on my mother's birthday! Nigger.
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.
I'm gonna kill your ass.
What did he want?
Did that kid ever come back?
Hey. What's up, Mr. Brown?
Hey. Mr. Dunham.
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, any of these heads out here, you let me know.
I got something for the crack-heads my damn self.
Young man, you do like your big brother. Leave those drugs alone.
I got some food on the stove. See ya later.
All right. Peace. Go up the steps. Hurry up.
Shorty, what you doin'? Don't touch that.
Buggin'. You know anything about what you're touchin'?
Lionel Trains, right? They was built in the early 1900s.
But them cheap shits, they only ran on dry cell batteries.
But after World War ll, when more folks started getting electricity in their cribs and shit like that, boom, they made the new ones.
Yeah, phat, right?
Profit's all in the cut. Don't never forget that.
Shorty, if I ever see or even hear about you messin' with this stuff right here, man, sniff in' or pipin' up...
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 a .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 about it is that they never find the body.
Just the blood stains on the ground.
If he ever tried to creep up on me, I'm gonna gat his ass.
And you best be ready to do the same shit, too.
Aw, don't think that just 'cause you're 12, small and shit, that he won't smoke you.
Just last year, he caught himself a 10-year-old.
I knows you probably thinking about what Mr. Brown said earlier and all that.
But, chill, don't even sweat that shit, man.
He's old and poor. 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 right there?
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? 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, 50% of which is mine.
How much for me?
My man, Shorty. Keep hittin' them books, 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 Sticky Fingers 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?
Errol Barnes made me do it, 'cause it was three guys burned us on some bogus dope.
Errol's already killed the other two. We got the third guy.
Be cool, man. Chill, motherfucker, chill.
Ain't you sorry you fucked with us?
I ain't fucked with you.
You're lucky we don't throw your ass off this roof like them crackers down South.
I didn't do shit, man.
What the fuck is my name?
You're goddamn right.
Motherfucker crying like a baby boy. Tears, snot flying, 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. 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 dare chump out on me.
I can't stop my hand from shakin', man.
Cap him! All right!
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.
Otherwise, I might give him up someday, you understand me?
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? You okay? Shit!
You gotta take care of yourself out here. Wipe that off.
You ain't seen my doctor, have you?
Strike, why I got to tell you things two and three and four time, huh?
Why you don't want to listen to me?
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 crack-head.
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?
So there's no way Victor could've been cuttin' through the parking lot in the dark, and Darryl would've mistaken him for you, like, "There goes the motherfucker, Strike."
'Cause you and your brother in the dark, you guys probably look like two peas in a pod.
What the fuck you tryin' to say?
All black people look alike at nighttime or something?
I can't even tell you guys apart in the day.
You got jokes.
Anyways, you and your brother close'?
No. Not really.
I forgot. Long-lost brothers. When was the last time?
Strike, you told me two months before.
If you know so much, then why you keep asking me?
You know what Alzheimer's is?
Some kind of beer?
Wise guy. You visit him yet?
He's claimin' self-defense.
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.
What the fuck y'all lookin' at?
MANI 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.
Watch it, guys.
One, two, three. Let's go!
Here you go. It's all right, man.
Hit that pipe today, pal?
Dice that shit. He don't use.
Anyone ever tell you not to do drugs? Where do you live?
I'll give you all that. Just get him to the hospital.
Welcome to Ahab's. May I take your order, please?
Yes. We need a Double Whaler on a bun.
One Double Whaler on a bun. With cheese?
Yes, with cheese. A Fried Shrimp Boat.
One Fried Shrimp Boat.
Two Fried Shrimp Boats.
Two Fried Shrimp...
Could I please get my Captain Ahab with a clam roll?
Captain Ahab, Captain...
What's up, boys?
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?
No. What, did you come down from Connecticut just to buy some whiting?
Some golf balls.
You buy anything else around here that 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?
Jesus, Todd, let's get outta here!
A big, 16-inch tar baby?
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 long.
We don't have any. Shut up, man!
Who's got the drugs? Give it up now.
We don't have anything.
You got five seconds, boys.
Todd's got the drugs!
Shut up, man! Shut the fuck up.
Fuck you guys, man!
Put your hands on the car.
Take it easy!
Fucking touch him again, I'll rip your throat out, motherfucker.
Get your hands up.
You tell me.
What you up to, man?
You the one involved in all the drama out here.
What you saying, man?
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? Didn't I?
Yeah, you did, you did. No doubt, man, no doubt.
Strike, 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', that's all.
You and him fuck buddies now, or what?
You got jokes, man.
Come on, get in, get in.
How do you feel?
I'm all right.
You better be, 'cause we got another big order come in.
if God created anything better than crack cocaine, he kept that shit for hisself.
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.
Only time it ends, Strike, that mission, when you six feet under.
That's the reason why I don't ever want to hear about you using this shit.
You understand me?
No. You crazy?
All right, then.
'Cause 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, what's up with her?
I'm gonna see you at the store, all right.
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.
But ain't y'all pregnant, though?
You got to maintain that, man.
We already know that.
That's the last I'm gonna sell to y'all, 'cause y'all got to take care of that, for real.
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. 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, not her.
You want yellows?
She wants yellows and I want two 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, okay, 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, he says...
No, Jesus, no. Let me handle them, please.
We set somebody up in the bathroom over there.
Put somebody 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 the premises when you finish with your jumbo sodas.
Usually they would just be happy to get the free jumbo sodas, but on this particular 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?
You see, Victor puts please and thank you into every sentence.
So, it was either...
No. Please, thank you.
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. Got it. I see, okay, look...
We're tryin' to do something here.
I can respect that.
You take your business outside, and I'll handle my business here inside.
You can't even smile, man. You don't like this job. Feel that money.
I need you to respect that.
I'm gonna miss you, man.
So, listen, I have to go out and check the floor. I got a business to run.
I pronounce it "Jesus."
I feel more comfortable calling you Jesus.
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
65 hours a week in a place like this?
It'll definitely make you sick. Try it sometime.
You give me your badge, I'll give you my apron, you'll be sick.
How much cheese you make yesterday?
I made like a motherfuckin' yard. I did all right.
Here comes Shorty.
Take this. Shorty, what I told you?
It's yours. Shorty, what did I tell you?
I told you!
Here comes your moms.
Get out of here, you crazy?
This is yours.
What did I say? Huh? You hear me? What are you doin'?
Did you hear? You hear me? I told you! You leave my son alone!
Don't you ever in your life put your motherfuckin' hands in my face.
I'll put my hands wherever I want to!
You stop buying him shit.
I ain't buyin' him shit.
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.
Yo, lady, I'm telling you, man, you best stay the fuck out of my face.
I am not scared of you.
Maybe you're not scared of me. 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.
You 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 defenseless 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.
Ronnie, have I treated you like a hard-on out here?
Have I not treated you like a man out here?
Talked to you with respect, with courtesy, huh?
What the fuck are you talkin' about, man?
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 whole year with him at Rodney's store.
Why the fuck didn't you tell me that?
I thought you meant this other Darryl.
What other Darryl? And if you knew some other Darryl, you should have said, "Yeah, I know him," right? I don't get it.
Look, I only know one Darryl.
Explain something else to me. 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, 'cause I forgot that you said that, right?
You didn't see him two months. Yeah. Yeah.
Guess what? I go into the Kool Breeze, the bar your brother was in just before the shootin', the bartender lD'd you in there that night.
He even remembered the drink he made for you.
Piña colada, straight out of a can. Does this ring a bell?
Why did you lie to me, Ronnie?
'Cause, man, it's my brother.
What's your brother'? Your brother made you lie?
Tryin' to look out for him, that's all.
Explain to me how you lyin' to me helps him. He's locked up.
What you tryin' to say? You tryin' to pin this on me?
I didn't say that. You said that.
I just asked you why you throwin' me a line of shit. Why did you say that?
Oh, man... See, you fuckin' with my words and shit.
You confusin' me. Twistin' my shits around and all that.
Me? Oh, who's twistin' who here, Ronnie?
All's I'm askin' is why did you try to play me like such a jerk on this thing?
Please, stop fuckin' with me. What's in it for you?
Damn, man. What the fuck is this? Twenty questions or somethin'?
We already spoke about this shit.
I just want to know what you know, man.
Hey, Ronnie. I just want to know what you know.
Am I under arrest or what?
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 out here, without Jo-Jo and his crew, or anybody else I can think of, puttin' their hands in your pockets every two seconds, I would really think about takin' a ride right fuckin' now.
What the fuck I look like?
I ain't goin' nowhere with your Homo-side ass.
Are you comin' or what?
How you doin'?
Man, you crazy, man? I ain't goin' up in there.
Yo, Rocco. Yeah, come on, man. I ain't got nothin' to say, man.
I was prayin' that you could help me out here.
Because to tell you the truth, I've come completely around on this to your way of thinking.
What's my way of thinkin' about this?
I know your brother is an innocent man, just like you do.
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, Ronnie?
Do about what?
All bullshit aside.
You, me, Victor, we all know who did Darryl Adams.
Who do you think, Ronnie?
I don't know. You tell me.
Me? You little fuck. You did it.
I know it, you know it! Your brother knows it.
What's the thinkin' on this, because if Victor claims self-defense, 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 slavery, racism, no jobs, single parent families...
Don't fuckin' gesture at me like that.
Have some fuckin' respect. But you're the fuckin' king snake!
You're a low-down, cold-blooded, evil junkyard nigger, 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 motherfucking thing about me.
You don't know who I am. You ain't nothin' but a racist-ass, nigger-hating cop.
You don't know how it is for brothers out here.
And you motherfuckin' definitely don't know...
Don't point your finger at me.
...nothin' about what's goin' on out here.
Don't you fuckin' point your finger on me. You tell me.
What's goin' on out here? What don't I see?
I ain't tellin' you shit, all right, till I see my lawyer.
Listen to me. I talked to all your brother's... Listen to me. Look at me.
I got something nice to say. I talked to all your brother's people. You know what?
He's one of the decent ones.
Probably in his deluded decency, he thinks he's doing a noble thing with you here.
But you and Victor playin' me for a patsy? Usin' me?
Back up with that shit.
I read you like a Marvel fuckin' Spider-Man comic book!
I been inside your bald pea brain since you were born.
Twenty fuckin' years! You don't play me, I play you!
Rocco, you can't do this in front of our house.
Understand? It's no good.
You want to make yourself crazy goin' after someone else on this?
There's your man, right over there.
Get your little ass in the car.
Yo thinks he's gonna okey-doke me.
He's goin' down, Larry. Down for the fuckin' count.
All right, Rocco. Take it easy, all right? Just take it easy.
How ya doin'?
Fuck you, too, Rodney.
Come on. Hey. Take it easy.
I'm gonna cripple that cocksucker.
Larry, I swear on my mother's grave, I'm gonna cripple him.
You were supposed to be at my spot an hour ago.
You were supposed to be at my spot an hour ago.
What am I supposed to do? Tell Homicide I can't talk right now?
I gotta go bag up some ounces for my boss, Rodney Little?
He arrest you?
Why didn't you tell him to go fuck hisself?
What did he want?
Nothin' much. You know, same old, same old.
He ask about me?
'Cause 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.
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, nigger. Now, you feel that?
I put this gun in your bad breath smellin' mouth, I will pull the trigger.
I'll splatter what little motherfuckin' 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 me? Yeah.
Do you understand me, bitch?
Let me tell you somethin' else.
If I ever hear about you talkin' to that Homicide one more time, that Rocco motherfucker, 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 187 on the street, you understand me?
Do you understand me?
Word is bond.
Now get your motherfuckin' ass outta my car.
Who bought you this shit? Did 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 the street.
I don't have a father, all right?
You got one now.
Listen, when Errol is talkin' to you, boy, you listen.
You're not my daddy.
Look here. I'm your daddy now.
You get your butt...
You little motherfuckers, get outta here!
Look here. Now I got to deal with this. Look at this.
Shit. What the fuck is he doin'?
I'm a bad man.
Get your hand off me.
What are you doin', man?
Get the fuck outta here.
Errol, come here.
Shorty. Now, fun and games is over, all right.
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 to your moms.
I don't want to see your ass no more! We ain't boys.
You a little nigger. This is real nigger shit.
You're a little motherfucking kid 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.
I busted these four yuppie dickheads from Connecticut 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 shine head 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 favor for ya.
Me and Mazilli know the prick. Let us pick him up for you.
Then you'd owe me two favors.
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...
Klein. What you need, man?
I need you, brother.
I got me a warrant on ya.
Warrant for what?
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?
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, okay?
Skyler, go find Errol.
Tell him to come down here 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.
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God damn, man! Who stole my gat?
Who set me up, Mazilli?
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, all right.
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.
Hi, Uncle Ronnie.
Yo, what's up, Mark? Chillin'?
So, how Victor doing? What's going on with that bail situation?
Down to $5,000.
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.
Yeah, I hear you.
Okay, let's go. The Dunham brothers are up, and he catches it. Yes!
What's up, B? What's up?
What you guys just sitting around for?
What the fuck you yellin' at? That nigger Rodney got locked up.
Locked up? For what?
You don't know why?
No, I don't. Strike.
Yo, Strike! Hold on.
Yo, Shorty. Come on, man. Get out of here, man!
I gotta talk to you, man.
Get out of here. I said I gotta talk to you!
Get out of here!
Stop egging me!
Put it here, pal. Let me talk to you for a minute.
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.
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 right this minute, work out something and get my ass protected.
Come on, man, I don't even be fuckin' around no more. I don't be hustlin'.
Ronald, do yourself a favor. Tell me what really happened at Ahab's.
How your boss Rodney pressured you into doing Darryl.
I tell you, that nigger set Rodney up, man. I know it.
Nobody wants you on this. We understand you had no choice.
Rodney had you scared to death. Kill or be killed, right?
Man. You don't even know what the fuck you talkin' about.
You just got me killed on some dumb shit. God damn.
Black man say he didn't do somethin', you don't believe him.
Black man say he did do something, you still don't believe him.
Have a good life.
I know you niggers know I wouldn't diss Rodney like that.
Homo-side 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 nigger snitched on Rodney! And you punch like a bitch!
Your mama's in her bed.
I ain't gonna wake her.
You don't get it, do you?
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.
You know what you gotta do, right?
I'll see you tomorrow.
You still around here, nigger?
What you think?
All right. I guess Errol ain't find your ass yet.
Errol? What he want?
What he want, stupid?
How the fuck I'm 'posed to know?
Maybe he wanna play with your fuckin' train set or somethin'.
Man, fuck you.
Fuck you, nigger! I mean, snitch.
Shorty, how many times I gotta tell you?
Stop sweatin' me. You a kid. This is grown-up stuff.
You gonna get hurt out here.
Take your little bag of candy, take your little bike and go find some friends, all right? Damn!
Fuckin' kids, man.
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...
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'?
I don't know what happened.
I've known this kid his whole life, since he was a baby, and his mother, too.
Good, decent people.
Whatever happened out there, it was a big mistake.
I mean, Tyrone's never been in trouble before.
He's like 85th percentile on the national education test.
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?
You know it was wrong?
Okay. 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'?
I hear you're real intelligent.
Don't your friends make fun of you when you get straight A's, 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?
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, but it's for protection.
All of a sudden, there's Errol, that kid killer, standing 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.
All you wanna do is ride your bike. It's either him or you.
But there's this killer standing in front of you.
Reaching. There's no time to think, his finger is on the trigger.
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.
Okay. I borrowed it by accident.
From who? Remember, you always tell the truth.
I borrowed it by accident from Strike.
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 anymore.
I keep trying, but he keeps egging 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.
MAN 12 Oh, shit.
Fuck that nigger 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!
Mommy! You know nothin'!
"It's not my fault." I'm not hearin' that bullshit no more.
It's motherfuckers like you that mugged Rosa Parks.
Who the fuck is Rosa Parks?
Who the fuck is Rosa Parks?
Who's Rosa Parks?
It's hard on the brothers out here.
Brothers! You stupid, ignorant motherfucker!
Brothers? Brothers! Is this the way you take care of your brothers, huh?
Real brothers take responsibility for their actions.
And I'm gonna make damn sure you take responsibility for the boat you're in.
Come on, man. 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?
You hear me? You hear me?
Come on, you son of a bitch!
Yo, why don't you stomp that nigger, too, man?
Come on, man.
Get back! Get back!
Gonna shoot everybody?
Get the fuck back! 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 five times 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? Do you understand?
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 the fuckin' 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.
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 what Tyrone did?
Can you look yourself in the fuckin' mirror and tell me you had nothin' to do with what Tyrone did?
Why the fuck you had to come shake my hand in front of the whole world 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 on me. You can't put this weight on me!
Why should you carry the fuckin' weight?
You must be a wonderful fuckin' guy, everybody tryin' to protect your back, Tyrone, your brother, Victor.
But you know what?
They all went down protecting your back 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' Darryl Adams, and we'll drop him down a hole.
Now, 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 the fuck is Scientific?
He's down with my crew.
Did you see him kill Darryl Adams?
Did he tell you he killed Darryl Adams? No!
Did he tell anybody else he killed Darryl'?
I don't know! Why you keep sweatin' me?
It was Errol Barnes!
Get up! Get up, you lyin' cocksucker!
I'm gonna hand-feed you to fuckin' Rodney myself!
I swear to God! It was a nigger named My Man.
I swear to God, my brother said My Man would do it.
I didn't have the heart to do Darryl!
I didn't have the heart to do him!
Victor said My Man would do it.
We was in Kool Breeze and shit, and Victor, he just told me, he was like, he said, "My Man."
Maybe Victor was so drunk that he did tell My Man to do it.
Bullshit, bullshit! Let's go see Rodney.
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 like a dream.
It was like somebody else was pullin' the trigger, you know what I'm saying?
And that's what happened.
I swear, I'm gonna help Victor.
What is going to happen to my son?
Did you get the money from Sharon?
Huh? Forthe bail?
She wouldn't take it.
My son Victor said it was self-defense. Believe him!
"Bitch, you is dead."
Motherfucker stole my bags, too.
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.
Victor is pleading self-defense.
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.
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. Blasé, blasé.
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.
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"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.
Another dead motherfucker.
DMF. All right. Well, Hal, let's go to work.
Take it away, Lieutenant. Hey, guys, how you doin'?
They should blow these projects to Timbuktu.
Why bother? They kill themselves anyway, like one of those self-cleaning ovens.
Yeah, right. 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, right, 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 ll, right?
You know I love you, don't you? Yeah.
After World War ll, right?
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