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You can't run into me! This|ain 't no Buick! Do I know you?

- This dude's losing his mind.|- Pull over now! Right now!

- He got a gun.|- To shoot you.

- Don't you have a gun?|- Not with me.

Pull the f***ing car over!

Use your finger. Get away!

- Ain't working.|- I know.

Trip around him!

Handle your business, boy!

Watch out!

Take a right here.

Damn! Sh*t.

Damn, Stevie.|What the hell was that?

Sh*t, man. We late.

Come on, man. We can walk|to the docks from here.

Come on. You with me?

Come on.

You with me?

Come on.

Can't be a f***-up all your life.

- He's moving.|- Direction?

North on Jackson Street.

Away from the docks.

F***ing lowlife.

You undercover piece of sh*t.

Does your mother know|what you do for a living?

That's real funny.

Watch your head.

I think I know why Stevie didn't show.

I think he set us up.

The minute we make bail, he's dead.

Him and his brother, Alvin.

All right, I want every agent|working around the clock...

to keep this joker|out of the morgue and out of jail.

He doesn't get so much|as a parking ticket or a hangnail.

From now on, Alvin Sanders|leads a charmed life.

Come on, come on.

Alvin.

Alvin, it's late.

I know, but I really need|to talk to you right now.

I got this for Gregory.

- An egg?|- It's supposed to be magic.

Anyway, he can't swallow it.

Can I come in?

Just for a minute?

All right, but keep it down.

- The baby's sleeping.|- All right.

Did I ever tell you|that I had a very happy childhood?

- That's not what Stevie says.|- Stevie.

Dad used to pick me up every day|to take the cargo train to Manhattan.

Go to the horse track.|I knew it really well.

I know. Your dad trained horses.

Not really.

No. No, he was a....

He was a groom. I lied about that.

But he was a great groom.|With the thoroughbreds, he was magic.

I say he was the best.|But, you know, job didn't pay sh*t.

So, therefore, our Christmases,|we didn't get jack sh*t.

Which really pissed him off.

One day he just went to this toy store|and just stole all these toys.

Robbed them.

Brought the toys over to the crib.

I was like, "Damn, Santa Claus|got the wrong address or what?"

So I'm bouncing from toy to toy|like I'm some kind of drunk dude.

Mom's smiling. My father's smiling.

It's all good, right?

Then around 8:
30, cops show up.

Take the toys, take my father.

But for about two and a half hours...

l had a very, very happy childhood.

Why are you telling me all this?

Because I love you.

Talk about a bunch of crap.

It's all in his file, sir.|It's all true.

He knows so much,|why not get a job at the track?

He's had a record since he's 14.|Can't work there with a record.

Oh, they all got sob stories.

He's just trying to get laid.

What you use on your skin?|It's so soft.

- You feel that?|- Oh, yeah.

You feel so good.

- What's that smell?|- It's mango.

Mango. Oh, mango!

And some pineapple.

Oh, sh*t. Who is he?

All right, I'm gonna go to Starbucks|and get a Mango Grande.

- Mocha.|- Mocha Cappuccino.

Who is it?

Registered letter for Alvin Sanders.

- Who's it from?|- Uncle Sam.

Damn. I just got out, man.|Why you bugging me? I know my rights.

It says in the Constitution|on page 53, "We the People...

in order to keep sh*t straight..."|Quit messing with me.

I think it's a check.

Good afternoon.

Where l... Let me see where I sign.

I don't ever get no checks.

I was about to go postal on you. No|pun intended. I know all about it.

Y'all do it for real and everything.|You make the news...

All right.

Apologies from the federal government,|$5000?

Guess it's your lucky day.

Hey, man, tell Uncle Sam|he cool with me, man.

Apology accepted.

Tell him he can come through|anytime he want to.

Five G's. I'm up in there!

- I'm up in there!|- Sir?

You think maybe we gave him too much?

Let's just hope this keeps him|out of trouble for a couple weeks.

Excuse me, Afrikanic soul sister,|but do you have the book:

Butt-naked in the Forest,|But Does Anybody Hear Me?

What are you doing here?

What? I'm here to see you.

Listen, I got great news.

You found a job!

No, no, not yet.

But I got something better than that.

You said things would|be different this time.

Things are very different.|Look at this.

I got a check from the government|for $5000.

The government gave you $5000.|All right, tell me anything.

The government gave me a check.|I signed it over to you.

What the f*** is he doing?|That's our money he's giving away.

Actually, it's taxpayer money.

I could give you this money.|It'll pay for some of the things...

like the back rent.|Some of the money I borrowed...

Like the stereo you sold.

- I sold the stereo?|- Or the VCR you took.

- I took the VCR?|- The blender my mama gave me.

The blender was cheap. I didn't get|that much money for the blender.

I'm not taking it, Alvin.

I don't think you understand.

I been trying to get a job.|It's hard right now.

That's a lot of money.|I think you need it more than I do.

Take some money|and get Gregory something.

Get him platinum baby pieces|or something like that, you know.

He'll probably be a little rapper.

- No, maybe he's gonna be a doctor.|- Why would he want to do that?

Doctor's great. I was thinking...|You thinking like I'm thinking.

Just take the money. Get him|some toys. Say it's from his father.

Alvin, honestly, have you really|been trying to find a job?

I have been out there.|You sound like my mom.

I want you to get this money.|Go get you a nice dress.

We can kick it. I can romance you.|Look at your brown eyes.

Now, come on.

Get back to work|before we both be out of work.

Okay, step. Thank you.

Sorry, my man.

Don't mention it.

Now what do we do?

Simple. We give him more money.

You sure that's necessary?|He 's trying to change.

He 'll never change.

We just gotta keep him clean|for a few more days.

- Well, how much money?|- Sixty-five hundred.

Wouldn't it be cheaper|to send him to NYU?

How do you feel about|working in Alaska?

I'll get right on this.

You gotta help me, man!|You gotta help me!

Get your damn hands off me.

Slow down coming through here, now.

What's going on?

Hey, you dropped your bag!

Hey, man, you dropped your bag.

Yo! You dropped your bag.

Man, you done dropped your bag.

You done dropped your bag. Oh, sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

I'll take it to lost and found.

Found where you lost it.

Man, where you guys been?|Man, I was just thinking about you.

Your brother f***ed us.

Are you stupid?|This is my f***ing car.

This is my baby.

Oh, sorry.

Your brother f***ed us!

Look, all right. Cool.

How's your headache, though?

- What headache?|- Does it hurt?

I'm passing whuppings out.

Okay, okay, I see what you doing.|You got the gun.

Stevie's f***ing my girl, right?

That's a point to take up with Stevie.

Maybe Stevie don't want to be around|for us to make a point with him.

What are you talking about?

Stevie skipped out.

Then say it. Don't get|so f***ing complex.

I'm not complex. You're complex.

Do I need to be here for this sh*t?

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