New Jack City (1991) Script

Unemployment is up, says the Department of Labor...

... with nearly 200,000 more claims for unemployment last month.

Americans whose income is below the poverty line has risen to 2 million...

... compared to 1.6 million in 1979.

Economists say that the economic inequality...

... is at its worst level since the days of the Great Depression.

Over the last 3 years, the percentage of after-tax income for the rich rose 3%...

... while after-tax income for the poor fell.2%.

Homelessness is at an all-time high.

A drive-by shooting in Harlem resulted in the death of a 7-year-old boy.

Police say the shooting was drug-related.

Said a police source, "The kid just got in the way."

The bodies of 3 young black men were discovered in Marcus Garvey Park.

Police believe they were victims of a drug deal gone bad.

The identity of the victims has been withheld.

Firemen were summoned to extract a man from a ventilator duct of a building.

The man became trapped when he entered the duct in order to rob the premises.

The deficit now stands at an astounding $ 221 billion.

A reputed crime lord and 10 of his henchmen were gunned down today.

Witnesses said the gunmen rode past Mr. Armeteo...

... and sprayed the group with gunfire.

The shooting was the result of an ongoing turf war.


Biff...

...look at you now.

Nino, please!

Don't start bitching up.

You don't have my product or my money.

You gotta give me another chance! Please!

Brothers don't wait to get paid.

Money talks. Bullshit runs the marathon.

So, see you, and I wouldn't wanna be you.

The number of addicted infants born in Manhattan...

... has risen over the past few years.

Hospital officials say...

... that the care required by these tiny victims of the cocaine epidemic...

... has severely impacted the available resources for pediatric care.

In other news, an unidentified man found floating facedown in the East River...

... is believed to be another victim in an ongoing drug war...

... that continues to plague our city.

Get out of my shit.

Thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory forever and ever. Amen.

I like to pray before I start scrambling. Keeps people honest.

Say that shit, say that shit.

Do this now. What's your price?

Yo, man. For you, Bob Marley, 17.

For a key? You must be doing the dope. Bring this down.

You got to get realistic.

I'm talking about a lower price. Down.

This ain't Delancy Street, and you can't Jew me down. That's my price.

Check this out, homeboy. God's on your side, right?

Why don't we do this reasonable? 14K, bam.

You wanna do this correct or not? Seventeen.

Let me see the money.

Come on. Let's do this, man.

What you know about that?


Everybody out! Get down!

Everybody down! Police!

You think you slick, you little punk, blasphemous dope-fiend bitch!

Spit in my face, I'm gonna kill you!

You fucking that kid up. He's kicking his monkey ass.

Ease back, goddamn it! I'm a cop!

Shut the fuck up!

It's over. You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

I'm gonna get paid.

If I make this, you're gonna have to come out your pockets.

Ain't made that shot in years. Pay your taxes.

I'm like the IRS.

That's it! I love it.

What's up? Where you going?

Remember when we was kids...

...we played for Reverend Oates? MO AB Bitty Squad?

I was 11, you was 13. We was the baddest backcourt...

...in Each-One-Teach-One.

We wasn't making no money then.

And now that we are, you're here living your Michael Jordan fantasy.

Business must be good.

It will be, brother.

Peep this out.

Freebase. So what?

Yo, man, you know the rules.

Us brothers don't be getting high.

Shut the fuck up and drive the car, you non-talking bastard.

You been making money outside the family?

I just been doing a little experimentation-type thing.

A little experimentation-type thing. Like what?

At the clubs, some of the guys step away from the blackjack table or the bar...

...to buy $50 or $ 100 worth of sniff.

I set them up in the back room with a hit of base...

...and 15 minutes after leaving the club, they'd be back with 2 and 3 people.

So what?

They ain't come back for the cocaine. They came back for the base.

You sound like this shit'll change the world.

I don't know about all that change-the-world shit, but I do know...

...they be going crazy over this. And the bitches...

Oh, Lord! Them bitches, they do anything for this, man!

I had my jimmy waxed every day last week. You understand?

Several times a day.

Get the fuck out of here!

I know damn well ain't nobody sucked your shriveled-up dick.

You trying to dis me?

I'm just telling the truth. That's all I'm doing.

Several times a day, my ass.

All right, let me think about this a little bit.

You think this base...

...is the high-powered shit?

We gonna come off like the Mob. You understand what I'm saying?

Welcome right here to the Spotlite, where we make the beat right...

...and we can't fight. So leave your drugs and go home.

D.J. Clark Kent.

Rocking from turntable number one to turntable number two.

Just like he want to do.

You gonna frisk me too?

Yo, my boy, Nino in the house. Yo, Nino. What's up?

You want a flower?


I think you'll like him. Here he is.

What's up, crew?

Nino, your girl looks good.

You must like slumming, Kareem.

Why would a high-class guy like you leave a good computer job at the bank...

...come all the way uptown by gypsy cab...

...to work among a den of thieves?

I'm no dummy.

It's basic common sense and arithmetic.

The difference between them paying me $800 a week...

...and you paying me $8,000 a week.

I think my cousin also likes the fact...

...that you're in the tradition of Joe Kennedy.

Who?

Good. Because you gotta rob to get rich in the Reagan era.

They running a strange program.

More poor and disenfranchised folks than this place has ever seen.

They try to act like it don't exist.

Meanwhile, the rich get richer...

And the poor don't get a thing.

Times like these, people wanna get high. Real high and real fast.

And this is gonna do it.

And make us rich.

I mean, what, people going crazy over this?

It look like cracked-off pieces of soap.

The Colombians and Dominicans have shown us the way.

The shit is large.

But we'll do it differently.

No more selling on street corners.

Change the product, you change the marketing strategy.

I've seen the future.

And its name is The Carter.

Hold up. The Carter Apartments, that joint is big.

We're talking about combinating and consolidating.

You're taking over The Carter?

We taking over The Carter. We gonna bum-rush the whole damn thing.

Now just imagine, if the tenants cooperate, it's lovely.

They become loyal customers.

If they don't, fuck it. It's like in Beirut, they become live-in hostages.

We gonna set up a lab here to make the product.

You hook up the computer, watch out for the workers, the money and the product.

The Duh Duh Man, Keisha, we need security...

...to ward off the rival crews, screen customers.

We also need lookouts...

...here, here and here.

Alert us of 5-0.

One place to make the product, one place to collect our money.

We will own this fucking city.

You's a genius, man. A pure, un...

Unadulterated. Would you please shut the fuck up before you have a seizure?

Hey, man, suck my dick.

It's a brilliant plan.

But one thing does concern me, though.

That curry-goat-eating, skinny-ass Fat Smitty.

He controls The Carter. Time to sing that fat bitch a lullaby.

Rock-a-bye baby.

He'll be hanging with Elvis.

Damn.

Crack.

Hey, dreadlocks. What did Bombock have to say? That bitch!

Let me speak with you.

Rastaman, I'm here to tell you Nino Brown says...

...your services are no longer needed in the community.

That's how you kill somebody. You get right up on the motherfucker and blam!

Blow his brains all over the sidewalk in broad daylight.

Rock-a-bye baby.

Brother, I think there's been a little misunderstanding.

Now look, you are gonna give up those apartments, huh?

And you are gonna turn over control of The Carter.

Because if you don't...

...this shotgun blows your big, fat head off...

...before you can get your clothes back on.

Is that clear?


If you just say "no," what will you say "yes" to?

We say "yes" to education.

We say "yes" to dedication. We climb up...

...to a higher station of new spiritual motivation...

...to make a positive impact on our nation.

Sergeant, I'm talking to you.

I wanna know how drug pushers can take over an entire apartment building...

...right under your nose.

If you lived in The Carter Apartments, there'd be cops all over the place.

Hey, don't walk away. Listen to me!

I fought for this country. We pay taxes and we're prisoners in our home.

I told the Commissioner you were running late.

You got those files? Right here.

Let's hope he buys it.

Peretti and Appleton. No way, Stone. Who else you got?

They're the ones I need. You kidding me?

Nick Peretti almost killed his partner in a chase, Appleton's on suspension.

Probation. Semantics, Stone.

These two are trouble.

You and I know the system wasn't ready for this epidemic.

Crack came on the scene and spread like wildfire.

But now I got the mayor and the governor on my back...

...and I need some results. Fast.

You get me Nino Brown.

Forget Peretti and Appleton. The risk is too high.

With all due respect, sir...

...you still don't get it.

You're not giving me what I need to win this war.

I need cops that know these streets.

I need new jack cops to take down a new jack gangster.

What you call a risk...

...I think is our only shot.

You got your men.

But I don't want any waves.

Not a goddamn ripple.


Who the hell is this psychedelic blotter-acid fool?

Be cool.

This is Detective Nick Peretti, a crazy motorcycle-freak, reject cop, like you.

A wild man no one else wanted.

He means I'm expendable.

Whatever, man. What did you come here for? To watch me exercise?

I came here to lay a name on you. Nino Brown?

His sidekick, "Gee Money" wells?

Call themselves the Cash Money Brothers.

Used to stickup two-bit jewelry stores.

Yeah, thrill-seekers, wanna-be gangsters. I hate them. So what's up?

What's up is this. We need some evidence.

Evidence of murder, drug trafficking...

...racketeering, tax evasion. Anything.

We've never been able to make anything stick on Brown.

No shit. One-third of the department's on Nino's payroll.

The other 2/3 don't care unless it affects their community.

What you saying?

Listen. I've been authorized to set up...

...an independent drug-fighting unit and I'm picking you.

Why me? What do you mean, why you?

You're from the neighborhood. I can trust you. And I know you give a shit.

So what's the catch?

There's no catch, man. Why you gotta say that?

Because I know your ass, Stone.

Peretti goes with you. This big biscuit-head looking...

Listen! It's not gonna be another one of your wild-ass solo acts.

Peretti is the only cop I could find crazy enough to team up with you.

This is my shot.

And you fuck up, it's all on me.

I wanna thank you because you know I wanna get back in this war.

But this guy, man...

You in or out?

I'm in, all right?

What do you mean, Frazier won't give up the apartments?

I'm not asking him, I'm telling him! I'll handle that fat bastard myself!

We're honored. No, I'm honored. Really.

We understand you have a new Peruvian connection.

So what of it?

We know you've started to centralize operations at The Carter.

And you didn't notify Don Armeteo, who takes such things as an insult.

Your point?

My point is you fucking guys are cutting us out of our agreed upon 10%.

It's time we renegotiate.

I'll tell you what, message boy.

You go back and tell Don Armeteo:

No renegotiating. Fuck that.

The Cash Money Brothers are a self-contained unit now.

But you come see me next week.

And I'll hook you up with some of them collard green linguinis and shit.

Chicken Alfredo. Chitlins Alfredo.

Maybe get a better suit!

Fuck you.

Nino, I don't know.

Frankie's an all-right guy.

Fuck them scungili- eating motherfuckers.

This is our thing. They don't wanna roll with it, we'll roll over them.

This moolanyan must have an MX missile instead of a cock, he gets so high.

Our snitch was right.

Nino and his Cash Money monkeys...

...are dealing with those spicaroos up on Broadway and 171 st.

They don't even deny it.

Nor does he accept our partnership no more.

Now, Gee Money, he was cool.

It was that testa dura, Nino.

You know what I say. You lay down with Peruvian dogs, you get Spanish fleas.

Soon Nino will itch.

We'll be there to scratch the hell out of him.

1700 hours.

Suspects hand out consumables and the natives are restless.

Yo, shut the fuck up, man.

Ten years as a low-life, murderous bum.

Nino's trying to purchase a conscience. I ain't buying this Robin Hood bullshit.

Oh shit, that's the kid I shot!

Why don't you lose weight? You look like a boiled yam wearing a belt!

What's up, baby? Glad to see somebody cares about the needy.

Why don't you give me a turkey?

Look at your funky black ass. First you wanna be a stick-up kid.

But then you got shot. Now you's a basehead.

You're messed up. Your life is crap.

I know I look like stir-fried shit.

Hook me up with some food.

There's a line. You gotta wait.

Give this man something to eat.

Hook me up.

This all I get?

You want more?

I'm a veteran.

Here. How's that, all right?

Clean yourself up, maybe I'll give you a job.

All right, man.

Wanna buy a turkey?

I'm gonna keep an eye on him.

You don't deserve that turkey. I hooked you up for that last get-high.

Why I gotta be owing you?

I was prom queen of King High School.

This is beneath me.

You were the prom queen. Now you're the prom fiend.

Look at you.

Hey what?

Didn't I hook you up? Didn't I walk those 6 blocks...

...to get that pipe from that Iranian who tried to beat me out of $5?

Didn't I speak to your mother after the bitch called me a homeless bastard?

Add all that up...

...and the fact that I'm a man who can beat your ass, I say it's my turkey.

Get away! Get the fuck away!

Stop beating on her! Stop it!

Let go of me, man.

You chump! Beat her up over a turkey. You're a poor excuse for a brother.

Shit, man! Fuck! Shit! It's a cop! It's a cop!

Shut up!

Shut up or I'll blow your brains out.

Don't hurt me.

Shut up! I know I was wrong to beat that girl.

Crack has got me.

I got no control over it. I tried to kick...

...but the shit be calling me. It be calling me. I gotta go to it.

I need help, man. Come on, man.

We got a crack monster. Your mother's a monster.

Hold him. What you writing?

"Pookie" Benny Robinson. Your name.

I'm trying to help you. You ain't helping nobody!

It's for your own good. Fuck you, man!

They'll hook you up. I'm gonna die!

They're gonna help you. They'll help you.

I had pretty much everything I ever wanted.

Everything I thought I wanted.

I always had a need for acceptance.

All my friends were doing it.

Thought I could quit anytime.

That's when I woke up in the hospital.

It's a very simple program.

We only ask that you don't use or drink one day at a time.

Don't leave before the miracle happens.

This program has revolving doors.

But just because you go out, don't mean you can come back in.

It's crazy, because...

...I did everything. I whored. I ripped my family off.

I was so scandalous, I would even sell my baby's Pampers.

I have a crack baby.

He was born blind.

I know why he's blind. Everybody knows why he's blind.

I kept telling myself I was gonna kick, but I never did.

I'm a junkie.

I'll be one the rest of my life.


It's the first time I've ever been away for so long...

...and personally, I hope I never see you motherfuckers again.

When I get out, I'll just take everything one day at a time.

One day at a time.

Chill out. You been out two minutes and already you want a job.

It's not just a job. You saved my life.

Let me pay you back. Let me help you bring Nino down.

He promised me a job. I'll take his money and report to you.

I don't know.

You know what will happen if I stay on the streets.

I need to be a part of something. If you don't believe in me, who will?

Cool. You've been inside, checked out the operations.

All right, Pookie. Parks, come help me out.

Tell me what goes on in this dump.

It took me a while, but I've been through the whole joint.

First, at the entrance, you gotta show a membership card to this runner.

It's like a video club.

Nino's got it hooked up like Mission: Lmpossible.

Walking through that courtyard's like a nightmare.

It's a nation full of zombies.

You're escorted to the second floor where a worker rings a buzzer and a code.

A little panel on the wall opens up, you get the crack.

The code, the buzzer, where that go?

The call goes to the "Drug Store" where they make the crack.

I heard they got everybody in there butt naked. Titties hanging...

Nino don't trust a motherfucker.

Nino's one sick genius.

A mind is a terrible thing to waste. What happens at the Drug Store?

After that, you can take your goodies home or stay at the Enterprise.

What's the Enterprise?

What am I, your ghetto tour guide?

They got all this equipment and you don't know shit.

When you're smoking crack, they say that you're "beaming up to Scotty."

You're going to another world.

Crack is the final frontier. That's why they call that room the Enterprise.

People sit down and light that glass dick and take a hit.

That's some scary shit. Their eyes look like a rocket ready to blast off.

Nino has most of the apartments?

Man, are you deaf, or what? The boy controls the whole place.

Nino Brown's a mad scientist.

What did Marvin say? "The boy that made slaves out of men"? That's Nino.

That's deep.

Happy New Year!

Welcome to the Spotlite with the Flavor Flav.

Everybody say "Happy...

...New Year!"

The fruit of our hard work.

The belief in the entrepreneurial spirit.

The new American Dream.

A toast.

A toast to my family, in life...

...until death.

Happy New Year.

To CMB. On and on.

Am I my brother's keeper? Yes, I am!

Am I my brother's keeper?

Am I my brother's keeper?

I am!

Look at it.

A big reason for this success is you.

But this ain't about success.

This is about survival.

We ain't going out like Puss Head, shot up over a $ 10 bag. You know?

You gotta be smarter than that.

We gotta look out for one another.

I feel the same way.

Nothing and no one will come between you and me.

Never. Right?

I love you.

I love you too.

Let's go get busy.

Frank Needles out here.

Let him in.

My ace-boon-coon! How you doing?

Happy New Year. What's a matter...

...too rich to toast the New Year with an old friend now?

If it isn't the thinking man's Rocky. How are you doing?

Great. Love the hair.

The Don and I, we was thinking, let's let bygones be bygones, all right?

We congratulate you on your new success, and as a show of our good faith...

...a gift from the Don.

Open it.

To the moolanyan in charge.

All the best, babe.

You motherfucking creep! Think you'll get away with that?

I just did.

Step the fuck off, Gigantor.

Now get their silly, spaghetti-eating asses out of my office.

Frank, come on. Let's go. Let's get out of here!

It's total slamboyancy in the Spotlite tonight.

You're about to get rocked by some cool, mellow fellows from Brooklyn.

I'm talking about Aaron, Damien, Teddy, Slim, Guy.

Give it up.

Slim, give a little bit of bass.


Gee Money, come here, come here, come here.

That the skeezer you met at Frankie's strip joint?

Yeah, Uniqua.

What's up, brother? You fucking her correctly, or what?

Once, but I just met her. You know, I need time to get to know her.

I heard that.

Lord, have mercy.

You wanna play rough?

Say hello to my little friend.

The world is mine.

And the brothers too, now. Don't forget us.

The world is yours, Nino.

Only you won't be as careless as Tony Montana, now will you?

You absolutely right.

I like this girl of yours.

He ain't got no papers or a leash on me.

You know what happens when dogs don't have a leash.

They run the streets and fuck everything in sight.

It's true. I ain't got no papers or no leash on her.

But nothing comes between us.

The world is mine!

All mine!

What the fuck are you doing up there?

A man like you, Nino, needs to leave a legacy.

A son. A mark to let the world know that he was here.

You know, you absolutely right.

Shit. It ain't like I ain't been trying. Ain't that right?

She can't have kids.

She can't fuck, either.

Maybe that's why she can't have no kids.

That ain't right, man. That ain't right.

She can't? She can't.

Too bad. You're goddamn right that's too bad.

Nino, you need to go get your girl.

You're right. I tell you what.

If I was you, I'd be looking for the pimples on her booty.

Why the fuck did you have to say that shit?

I told you before she couldn't make no babies!

I love you!

And now you're taking me for granted. How can you do that?

This is corny! This is soap-opera shit!

You act like I owe you something. You do.

I don't owe you jack.

Okay, you did give me a couple of books to read.

And helped me build the brothers. But I was your ticket out of a boring life...

...when your rich doctor daddy was making house calls at Harlem General.

What's up with that? Right?

When your kleptomaniac mother was housing shit in Bloomingdales.

Don't throw no shit in my face...

You ever touch me again, I'll...


Yeah, I'm aware of that situation.

Stone, your man hired an ex-dealer.

I know it seems a little unconventional. Appleton and Peretti report to me.

- Is it out of control? Don't worry.

Don't blow this.

- Does the Commissioner know about this? No, not yet.

Good.

I told you about that new-jack-cop shit.

I give you a chance and you hire a notorious crackhead. What's with you?

Why don't you get off my dick?

When you're ready to put your sideline ass on the frontline, let me know.

Excuse me. Is this some kind of black thing?

Yes, it is, so keep your toy Mafia butt out of it!

Fuck the Mafia! I'm gonna wax your high-yellow, narrow-ass butt!

Cool it! Relax, all right?

If you won't handle this, why don't you send the white boy...

...inside The Carter with the National Guard?

What we need is a videotape of this whole operation.

We need evidence of the financial records to make it work.

I work there. I'm the lookout from 7 p.m. To 7 a. M...

...in one of the apartment windows.

I had to fill out an application. They asked if I still got high.

They remember me from before.

Because I was one of their first loyal customers. I used to get fucked up.

Cracker barrel, cracker ass.

I got it, I got it.

This belt is really a video camera.

These wire transmitters will be taped to you for sound.

It'll send your communication to us, as well as sounds and images around you.

It will also pick up shit you can't even hear.

You'll be great. You're the best man for this job.

You're a fucking genius.

Your mother.

Pookie, we're counting on you.

You can help us bring down CMB.

Try this on.

You with it? I'm with it, man.

Let's roll with it. Put it on.

Pookie, come here, man. Come here.

You know, I told Gee Money how good you been.

How you've been bringing in lots of customers.

And you're just a lookout.

Anything that makes them more money they like.

This might be it.

We're promoting you.

Check it out.

Soon. Let's get going with it.

Jackpot! System!

He's inside! Yes!

This kid's been bringing us a lot of business.

I'd like to take a shot at one of those computer terminals.

- Can you program PASCAL? Can a white man dance?

I guess not. But people change, they lose interest.

Today's your lucky day, homeboy. I'm promoting your ass.

You still on the pipe?

No way.

Good. Real good. Because you'll be working in the Drug Store.

I'm glad you got confidence in me.

See you.

Keep an eye on that kid. Why? What's wrong?

He's light-fingered. Keep an eye on the product.

I don't think Pookie's ready to be in a room full of crack.

I'm ready. Don't I look ready now? I was born ready.

Ready to die. Stay out of this.

He's already on the inside. With a little more time...

...we'll have enough information to put Nino away for good.

In my opinion, we get him out...

If I want your opinion, I'll give it.

I'm against it.

But it's your call. And your funeral.

We told them, man.

Ready? Shit.

You better be ready, because you owe a lot of people.

You owe me. You owe yourself.

You owe the whole community.

You even owe my mother. Yeah, that's right.

A junkie just like you killed my mother in 1974.

Didn't take money or jewelry.

Just took her life.

I don't know what you got left in your so-called rehabilitated body.

But you better find something because you owe a lot of people.

A lot of people. You owe, Pook.


You got skim milk in them titties?

One and a-two and a-three and a-four...

I'll give you something to look at.

Superfly, there's something wrong with your boy.

What's happening with Pookie?

I have no idea. You should, he's your plant.

Cool out. You're jumping the gun.

But something's wrong with your guy.

"Ocho décadas y siete años..."

Is that a secret code for help? No, it's a black thing.

I'm tired of your stuff. I'm tired of this dude.

What's wrong, fool?

Just doing a workout. This is a tough job. Gotta stay in shape.

A workout like this boosts worker morale.

You think I'm stupid.

You're a high motherfucker.

You 5-0?

Shit! His cover's blown! Let's go!

Are you 5-0?!

Take him outside...

... and kill him! And blow the building!

Help me! I'm gonna die!

Let's go!


Let's go!


Let me through! I'll do the bitch!

Clear!

Police! Get out! Come on!

Nothing here! Let's get out of here!

Come here. Hold on. Keep your head down.

Scotty!

Where the hell are you?

Touch him, it blows.

Do this. There's too many wires.

Pick one.

Come on!

Light! I can't see! Give me a light!

Hold it there. Scotty, on three...

...I want you to slowly, gently pull out the blue wire.

One, two, three.

One's the ground. Which?

I don't know! 3 seconds left!


I knew it! You ain't nothing but a high-priced ho.

Put Nino on, bitch.

It's for you.

What's up?

I know you're having a good time, but we were infiltrated.

We shut down The Carter.

Get your ass out here right now!

Now!

Stop!

What happened?

Don't nobody know nothing?

Don't everybody speak at once.

How the motherfucker get in?

Out of all you motherfuckers, nobody knows jack shit?

The Duh Duh Man. Duh Duh, what happened?

I'll be a motherfucker.

Don't nobody know nothing?

What up with this?

Somebody got to know something was going on.

See what I'm saying?

Ain't that right, Gee Money?

I think Gee Money definitely knows something.

Gee Money knows something.

You fucked up. You fucked up bigtime.

You're incapable of running this shit.

Sit your five-dollar ass down before I make change.

Kareem brought him to my attention.

We got 300 employees.

I can't keep my eye on all of them.

If you was taking care of business... what? If I was what? Say it again!

What?!

Nothing.

That's what I thought you said. Because that's what I got, nothing!

A million-dollar-a-week business reduced to rubbish!

It's your responsibility.

I never liked you anyway, pretty motherfucker.

What's the matter, Gee? What's up with you?

Why are you letting some shit like who I'm laying the pipe to fuck with you?

You're bigger than that.

Something like this can never happen again.


Now...

...leave me.

Get the fuck out.


What Gee Money has brought together...

...let no man put asunder.

I now pronounce us man...

...and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Be not deceived. Neither fornicators, nor idolaters...

...nor adulterers, nor abusers of themselves with mankind...

...shall inherit the kingdom of God.

May your soul rest in peace.

Goodbye, Pookie.

The Commissioner's been on my ass all night.

Washington is blaming us for losing thousands of dollars in man-hours.

Not to mention all the cops we got killed.

The operation was a failure.

We didn't arrest anyone. No one, man.

We didn't get any evidence. Nothing. No financial records, nothing.

We still could be out there fighting scum like Nino Brown...

...except for two things:

I gambled on you, and you gambled on a crackhead.

Fuck that! That's enough, man!

I'm sorry you lost your budget. But I lost a friend.

Let it go. Operation's over.

It's over.

It ain't over. Pookie didn't die for nothing.

Operation's gone...

...Nino's loose, Pookie is dead.

I got Pookie killed.

Cut out this self-pitying shit about you killing Pookie.

If anyone killed him it was me. I could see it.

How you gonna tell me you killed Pookie?

Do you remember when you said I didn't care?

When what the hell was I doing at Pookie's funeral anyway? Remember?

I used to be Pookie.

How the hell you used to be Pookie?

I was a poor white-trash Pookie.

This whole drug shit, it's not a black thing, it's not a white thing.

It's a death thing. Death doesn't give a shit about color.

You don't have to like me.

I don't even know if I like you.

But we're in this together now, partner.

You know, a drug dealer is the worst kind of brother.

He won't sell it to his sister. He won't sell it to his mother.

But he'll sell it to his boys in the street.

I don't know about you...

...but I'm ready to kill Nino Brown.

Are you with me?

I'm ahead of you.

Behind door number one, your head explodes like a melon.

Behind door two, you hook us up with Gee Money and get the prize, Nino Brown.

Let's make a deal.

You and me always had an understanding. Besides, I needed a haircut, right?

My cugino and his friend are hungry.

And I got a feeling that they can cut you a sweeter deal...

...than any Peruvian.

Enough to maybe throw in a finder's fee for me.

If I swim with this offer...

You wanted to meet the main man, that's done. From now on you deal with me...

...and me only.

You will cut me a side deal.

Twenty percent.

And you will be obligated to report to me...

...and me only.

Give me your number.


Don Armeteo.

Nino is about to itch.

What the fuck is up? What's up? Play ball, that's what.

Check!

Can I help you?

I'm here to see Gee Money.

What's up with these elbows? Sucker!

I don't know you.

You know him?

Hold up. I know him. He's cool.

Ease back, playboy. Ease back.

How you feeling, Gee Money, my man?

What's up with your man?

Pat him down.

Pat him down!

It's like that?

What the fuck is this?

I don't know you, that's what.

I know you're my man's new contact...

...but I don't trust you.

So since you're interrupting my game, get the fuck out.

Mr. Money?

Please escort Mr. Washington off the court. Take him down the block.

And if this dreadlocked boomboorah even blinks wrong...

...you lullaby his ass.

Don't forget what we talked about before at Frankie's.

I'm definitely gonna be the next king.

Yo, Keish, I seen that boy somewhere before.

That's right, I checked him out myself. He cooler than a fan.

And the product is 60 percent cheaper than what the brothers is paying now.

That will free up a whole lot of money...

... to do a lot of other things.

Like, maybe take over another city project?

All right, let's roll with it.

We build and get stronger.

Most definite. Most definite.

Money, I'll tell you something.

If he's not who he says he is...

...l'll kill him.

Then I'll kill you.

I don't trust Mr. Washington. So I want him to stick to me like flies to shit.

When I was young, I was a member of this gang called the L.A. Boys.

Lennox Ave. You know it.

The leader, Jughead, told me to prove my loyalty, I had to snuff somebody out.

It was like, "No problem."

I said, "An enemy?" He said, "No, that's too easy."

"It's got to be an ordinary mo."

So I rode down to 23rd.

Copped me a bag of that Red Devil angel dust.

I got so zooted.

I walked up on this lady. She must have been a schoolteacher or something.

I was so fucking crazy, man, I didn't even care.

I stepped to her.

I didn't even stay to see her body drop.

I just ran.

You must think I'm a demon.

I guess what you was doing...

...it was like business, right?

It wasn't personal.

My brother...

...it's always business.

Never personal.

Tell your moms I want some bean pies. Can I get some?

Come on in, little man.

Two for you.

Two for you.

Hold up, pop. Get your butt out of here, now.

I can take care of you too, old man.

You better take care of yourself, because you an ignorant bastard.

You committing genocide on your people with these silk suits and fancy cars.

Step off, grandpa.

Idol worshiper.

You killing your own people with the white devils you put in that bottle.

You an idolater.

Reverend Oates, why are you with this scum?

Shut up! Nino, let me smoke this old dude.

Look at you.

In two years, they'll be marking your gravesite.

Me? I'll be right here.

All you kids, get out of here!

These kids...

...all these people gather around you like you God Almighty.

Like you love them.

Devils ain't got no love.

You're killing your people.

What can you offer them?

Another "I have a dream" speech?

Some of that same shit you ripping off to me?

Look where we at. Not a pot to piss in, nor a window to throw it out of.

You's the fool, old man.

Don't try it, old man. Don't even think about.

You don't understand, do you?

Idolater, you reap what you sow!

This is some fly shit.

Some George Raft- some James Cagney-type shit.

You know what I'm saying?

That's how you living, baby. Living large, brother.

Good looking out this afternoon with that madness.

Gee Money should've seen it coming.

Old man really wanted to do me, didn't he?

Old bastard.

But here's something you might not find so funny.

Your boy Gee Money tried to cut a side deal with me.

You can't trust anybody these days.

You can trust me. I got your back.

Thank you.

Now Reverend Oates will say a few words to the happy couple.

You gotta wait till somebody else gets some too, okay?

Before we eat up all this cake, we ought to give a toast...

...to my daughter, my new son-in-law and our gracious host...

...Mr. Nino Brown.


I got something for you.

That's my business card. Call me sometime.


Hey, what's up? You still mad at me?

Fuck you, then.

Where is the Duh Duh Man? Probably after that skeezer he was on.

What's up with Selina?

I don't know. Losing her mind, that's what's up.

You think I care? This is my world, my money...

...and that's my skeezer.

Hi, Daddy.

Thank you, mister.

Cover me!

Throw me a gun!

Get down!

Motherfuckers!


You're a murderer, Nino!

I've seen you kill too many people!

Cancel that bitch.

I'll buy another one.

I hate you!

I hate you, Nino!

Don Armeteo's on the phone for you.

We made you. We gave you everything.

Shagazzy's, the Spotlite, the street corners.

So you got cute. You had to get spanked.

Now you listen to me. I made this. Me.

I own this city, you slicked-back, greasy-haired...

... son of a bitch!

You're fucked!


This bulletin just in.

In a scene to rival the famed St. Valentine's Day Massacre...

... of 1920's Chicago...

... Don Armeteo, reputed crime lord, and 10 of his henchmen...

... were gunned down this afternoon...

I put you two together. And you guys go off on your own...

...and now you wanna come back.

You're telling me the disk I took isn't important?

I'm telling you, I hope it is important.

This is Hawkins. We go back to law school. She's the prosecuting attorney.

The son of a bitch used a little girl as a bulletproof vest.

Watch your language. Nino is gonna fall.

What about the Pookie video? It helps, but it's not enough.

Nino isn't in any of the tapes at The Carter.

He's becoming Mr. Untouchable.

How many more gotta get killed? I could have smoked this fool myself.

Can we catch him in a drug buy? Or get a witness who will testify...

...to connect all the dots?

Nino's got great connections. Can we nail any of them and tie them to Nino?

Check this out.

We got it set up so the CMB brothers will buy from us.

And I also got it so Nino Brown definitely doesn't trust Gee Money.

And we'll get it on videotape.


What's up, fellows?

Got the bucks?

So nice of you to make it. Know what I'm saying?

What can I say?

What's taking him so long?

Nino's not moving. Shit.

Let's do this. Open the briefcase.

Easy.

Very easy.

I thought we was friends.

I told you, it's never personal, B.

Friends is friends. This is business.

Let's see the sample. Whatever.

All here, baby.

I knew I knew washington. He's 5-0.

Suck-ass motherfucker.

Punch it! Just do it!


You cut a side deal with that motherfucker.

Yes, you did. Yes, you did, Gee.

Fucking Cain.

My brother's keeper.

Was it this...

...glass dick you've been sucking on?

Was that it? Now I see how you let that motherfucker infiltrate.

He used you, Gee.

What ever happened to, "Am I my brother's keeper?"

You know what happened to it.

"The world is mine."

Remember that?

"Everything is mine. Everything!"

Even my woman.

Is that what this is about?

That fucking skeezer?

You think I give a fuck about her?

Fuck that ho bitch! I don't give a fuck about her!

It ain't about her.

It's about us.

I love you, man.

You embarrassed me, man!

In front of all them people, you treated me like I was soft.

You treated me like I was spineless!

We built this shit! You didn't do this shit by yourself!

You forgot about me, man, your brother.

What has this done to us?

Keisha...

...dead.

The Duh Duh Man...

...dead.

Let's just make it like it was.

Let's be a family. Let's make it like it was.

Fuck them cars and them bitches and all that shit.

Fuck that shit!

Let's do us, me and you. Let's be a family again.

I'm on the run.

It can never go back the way it was.

But I'll tell you how we can make it right.

CMB.

CMB!

We all we got.

Am I my brother's keeper?

Yes, I am.

You know where Nino Brown lives?

You heard my man. I ain't telling you shit.

Last summer, me and my boys won this basketball tournament.

Bought the whole team brand-new red scooters. So you can kiss my ass.

Kiss my ass with that.

You know something, B? This dude is a cop. 5-0! B, out!

Come here, punk!

I know where Nino lives.

He beat this kid who scrambled for him with a bat.

Poured gas on him and set him on fire...

...after he shorted him $5.

I hope you kill his black, hardened ass.

He's in apartment 6C.

But watch out. He got bodyguards on the roof.

Say hello to my little friend.

Buckwheat.


Punk!

Kill him!

How the hell can you wear this and sell poison to our people? You ain't shit!

Toss him down to me.

That teacher you killed? That was my mother!

Kick his black ass!

These are the people you squash and kill with no retribution.

Get your ass up.

This ain't business, bitch. This is personal.

I wanna shoot you so bad, my dick's hard.

Coming through, excuse me.

We'll do this the right way.

I'll testify.

Even if it means my life, I will testify.

Come on. We can't go out like this.

Put the gun down.

Don't throw your life away on a piece of shit.

Give me the gun. I'll do it.

I'll be out in a week.

You're a dead man.

Was the defendant, Mr. Nino Brown, head of the CMB?

Remove the hat and the sunglasses.

Detective Appleton, when you infiltrated the CMB...

...did the defendant, Mr. Nino Brown...

...attempt to buy two and a half kilos of cocaine from you?

Did he? Can Michael Jordan slam-dunk?

Of course he did. He's a dope dealer.

That's what they do, buy and sell dope.

I'm not guilty.

You're the one who's guilty.

You lawmakers, the politicians, the Colombian drug lords...

...all you who lobby against making drugs legal.

Just like you did with alcohol during Prohibition.

You're the one who's guilty.

Let's kick the ballistics here.

Ain't no Uzis made in Harlem.

Not one of us in here owns a poppy field.

This thing is bigger than Nino Brown. This is big business.

This is the American way.

I'm sure that the court was enlightened...

...by your geopolitical tirade.

Unfortunately, society at large is not on trial here.

You are, Mr. Brown.

Were you or were you not...

...head of the narcotics consortium, the murderously bloody...

...CMB?

I could not hear you. Would you please speak up?

Yes, I was a member.

But I was forced into this way of life.

I've been dealing drugs ever since I was 12 years old.

I didn't have the chances that you have, Miss Hawkins.

I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth, Miss Hawkins.

I wanted to get out, but they threatened to kill my mother.

Who are you talking about, Mr. Brown? What "they"?

They.

Look at him. Kareem Akbar.

That's right, the educated brother from the bank. He's the head of the CMB.

The brains behind the whole thing.

This is bigger than Nino Brown, and I got a list to prove it.

If I'm going down, I'm taking a lot of people with me.

Order in the court!


Your Honor, may counsel approach the bench?

What's going on? I don't know.

What's the discussion?

The court is not pleased with this application.

You understand that by pleading guilty to a lesser charge...

...the court, under law, can impose a sentence of 3 years to life...

...with parole eligibility after 12 months. Do you understand?

Absolutely.

How could you let this happen?

We wanted some of the crack off the streets. I wanted Nino too.

He gave up his connections and Powell wanted to make the deal.

Let's go.

This court is now adjourned.

What? All he gets is a year?

This ain't happening.

I should have killed you myself, bitch.

That's the difference between you and me.

Don't get mad, Tito. It's the law.

Sucks, huh?

When this is over with, you can come and work for me.

Did you turn state's evidence?

Did you sell out CMB?

You pleased with the outcome?

Absolutely. The American justice system is the greatest in the world.

I'm proud to be an American.

Hi, Mom. Idolater!

Your soul is required in hell!