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Listen to me. I had a grandfather|who was a trapper by profession.

Now he had two prices|on his card: wolf...

and everything else.

Now a wolf...

will starve itself to death...

rather than make a mistake.

You have to lay down a scent|that smells real from far away.

And the bait...

has to be fresh|and untouched by human hands.

And make no mistake about it...

we are hunting wolf.

Send the message.

Voice recognition, please.

Voice recognition, please.

Bristol here.

- All is well and good.|- Good morning, sir.

Mainframe up, please.

Mainframe boot sequence complete.

System check, please.

All systems are online.

Let's see....

Overnights, please.

Overnights loading from NSA...

and Treasury Department|servers U.S. dot gov.

Overnights loaded, ready for review.

Where shall we start today?

NSA, please.

NSA loaded.

A secret, huh?

I love a secret.

Alvin...

do you feel like a lucky man?

No. Yes.|Well, it depends on what you....

Of all the many crimes|that men commit...

the worst punishment|is rewarded those...

who squander their good fortune.

- You're right, you're right.|- You understand me?

No, sir.

Mr. Sanders...

you were arrested and booked...

by a police officer|named Wayne Miller for...

theft of shrimp.

Well, you know,|actually they were prawns.

You know the big jumbo shrimp|that's, like, at least a dollar...

Six weeks ago,|in an internal investigation...

Miller admitted to a dozen counts|of falsifying evidence.

Son of a...

Jesus.

Thank God for people|that come forward.

Needless to say, we've been petitioned|to repudiate the convictions.

Repudiation is what...

What everybody needs more of|is a little repudiation.

Now, repudiation is....|Use it in a sentence.

I have a short sentence|for you, Alvin.

You walk.

I'm back, baby!

You miss me?

I'm free!

New York City, do you feel me?

Okay, let's take it for a spin.

Time code is locked.|Satellite uplink is sealed.

Tracking is a go.

Hey, yo, taxi!

Yeah, where you going there?

I'm trying to get to Queens.

Jeez, that's bad for me.

I don't go to Queens.

What do you mean?

I seldom get there.|Where is it?

Copy that.|All right, guys, we're up.

Checking sound levels.|Levels are stable, sir.

Good. We have a visual?

Air Unit, this is Mobile 1.|Confirming.

We have a visual. Do you copy?

Roger that. The bird has ears.

Who is it?

I hear you didn't pay your bill.|I'm here for your bills.

- My mom ain't here.|- Just like you people.

- Get your ass away from my door.|- Come out.

What's up?

- What's going down?|- What's happening, baby?

- You escape?|- As a matter of fact....

Quit playing so much. You know|I got warrants and stuff around here.

- They don't just let people go.|- They let me go.

Well, that sound like some bullcrap.

It wasn't. They can't hold me.

I'm the man.|Alvin, king of the seafood.

Oh, my God, Steven.

Oh, my God.|My stomach hurts and I'm crying.

What's wrong? Happy to be out?

You a full-fledged criminal. Look.|It's like The Price is Right.

That's right. That's right.

Mom's still here, right?

We live here now.

Tell him, Stevie.

"Tell me, Stevie".

What is that?

That's a Tika.

We about to get married|when she gets that blood test.

That's a bullshit test.

You're just f***ing with me.

Yeah.

- Make sure she gets all her shots.|- I'm gonna do that.

Where'd you get all this?

Julio and Ramundo cut me in|on a sweet Godfather deal.

See, you cut Julio and Ramundo out.

It's just me and you.|We back on the block.

This guy's a real beauty.

Are you surprised?

I think I'll go...

see my girl, Lisa.

- Who?|- Lisa.

That won't be pretty.

What you mean?|She ain't been seeing nobody, has she?

It ain't like I'm tripping|on the whole thing.

I mean, not that I give a damn.

They'll do what they do|and I'll do what I do.

Right, that's how you are.|You ain't never been like...

I'm gonna shower and run over.

- Good seeing you, bro.|- Good seeing you.

- She probably...|- You went crazy since....

I'll put my work in, though.|You my money.

Who's Lisa?

That's the girlfriend.

They were living together.

Lisa Hill, 27...

assistant manager ofBook Stew,|a used bookstore in Soho.

She also waits tables|at the Sunrise Lounge.

There better not be nobody|in there either. I'm serious.

If there is, and if he ain't big,|I'll put the boots to him.

Put the boots on him.

Hang on.

You're early.

You damn right I am.

Oh, my God. Alvin?

What up?|You going on a date behind my back?

F*** you, Alvin.

That's music to my ears.|Where do you want it? The couch?

You disappear for two years, then have|the nerve to ask about my life?

F*** you, Alvin.

You mean, like really "f*** you"|f*** you? Like "motherfuck you"?

Bad move, Alvin.|Can't be too jealous.

- Turn around and walk out.|- I got you flowers.

Oh, thank you. Now you can leave.

You need to pump your brakes|and recognize that your man is home.

So, what happened, Alvin?|You escaped?

Yeah, we had to tunnel out.|It was terrible.

They released the dogs. They caught|up with me and my whole crew.

Harriet Tubman, Kunte Kinte.|Harriet don't move like she used to.

The dogs was chewing all on her ass.

You know what, I don't have time|for this random gibberish.

There was a dirty cop|so they let me go.

Congratulations. Now leave.

You don't mean that.

How come you didn't come see me?|You didn't write me or nothing.

I was going to come see you.|I was gonna write you and tell...

You wouldn't understand.

I wouldn't understand? I don't|understand why we ain't celebrating.

I'm out. I'm back home.

Home? No, see, this is my house.

I pay the bills, I pay the rent.|You pay...?

Exactly. Excuse me.

You're upset. Stevie was the one|behind the whole thing.

I was on my way to church.

The next thing I know, I'm stealing.

Stevie? I don't remember hearing|anything about Stevie going to jail.

Lisa, look at me. Do I look|like I've been in day camp?

I been around hard-core criminals.

I'd like something soft|up against my body.

I'd like to have a home-cooked meal,|a hug from my woman.

What about a table dance?

- Prison has changed me.|- Oh, really?

Yes, it has. And I'm ready|for responsibility. What is that?

What do you think it is?

A puppy, I hope.

It's not a puppy.

What you been doing since I been gone?

What's going on?

Sweetie.

This is your son, Alvin.

That ain't my son.

You think I made it up?

I don't know.

I mean, how?

How? That night,|after Stevie's birthday party.

Yeah, we did and...

wow.

He don't really look like me.|He kind of chubby, ain't got no teeth.

IKind of cute.

Can I hold him?

Don't be like that.|Can I hold my son?

He calling for his daddy anyway.

Please?

I cannot believe this. Look at this!

Doesn't it trip you out?

Me and you, and the next thing|you know, we got this.

It's like half and half,|I guess, you know.

- He'll be a little player.|- He won't be a player.

He's strong. Look at that grip.|Big old fella.

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