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for too long since we was kids.

Like five years old.

You know I what I'm saying?

All right.

-Come on, baby, I gotta take a piss.

-Go right ahead.

-So, you think Dean is your friend?

-Yeah, Dean's my friend.

What would you do if you knew

that Dean was approached by a gambler...

...and offered $50,000

to shave points on a game?

$50,000? I'd probably tell him to take it.

I'd take it, depending on the circumstance.

And if you knew he took the money,

threw the game...

...then found out that the gambler

was really a cop?

Then I'd say Dean got trouble on his hands.

And suppose the cop wasn't really

after Dean but after his friend Rich.

And Dean decided to sell him out,

let him go to jail so he could stay free.

What would you do?

I'd have to be a 100 percent sure before

I even thought about doing anything.

-You can be.

-Is that right?

That's right.

-So what would you do?

-Might have to do something to his girl.

-Like what?

-Depends. Whatever turns her on.

Whatever excites her.

And what about Dean?

What would you do to Dean?

Don't worry about Dean.

Take a break, Raoul.

We'll go get some pasta.

I'll take you to a sports bar.

I wanna go there. I've never been there.

'Cause I need to go there.

Get a nice bite.

The only thing I got to do

is go home and see my wife...

...and get a morning run.

Take my kids to school...

-...and come back and go to the gym.

-Then we'll go next week.

The guy be here, Chucky.

What's up, my man?

This is Cigar. My friend Chuck.

That was some crazy sh*t last night.

That weird-ass white motherf***er.

-Just came to get some wisdom from you.

-Really. Tell me about wisdom.

I've made too many mistakes

to be a man known for his wisdom.

Except you can't make

the same mistakes twice.

I've made quite a few.

Not the same, but I always get

the same consequences: pain.

All this sh*t boils down to pain.

You know that cat Dean?

He got arrested for some bullshit

and he's trying to stagnate my process.

Where I came from,

as to where the f*** I'm going.

Age-old story, brother. Deceit, treachery.

The dude is in a squeeze.

He's gonna f*** me,

he's gonna get me rocked...

...so he can save himself, basically.

He's gonna try to....

It's police business and all that sh*t.

So, this is what you're telling me.

This is what I'm deciphering

from your vernacular.

You f***ed with a n*gger...

...he got in trouble and he told on you.

There are two possibilities.

I could kill the motherf***er

or not kill him.

If I don't kill him, I'm going to jail.

What's your suggestion?

You got a problem with somebody,

you got to solve it, take care of it.

You're angry. You're angry about people

that you feel have betrayed you.

If you're not willing to be nice to somebody

constantly, you should kill them.

If you're not nice to them, and you

have them around and empower them...

...they'll kill you or hurt you.

So, you're telling me I should murder him.

No, my friend, I said nothing of the sort.

I'm too fastidious with my words.

I choose them very carefully.

What I said is you have a problem.

Deal with the repercussions of it.

Would you deal with the responsibility

of going to prison?

I've been there. You don't want to go.

Random strip searches, kicks in the ass...

...having dogs look up your ass.

Having a pervert guard playing

with your a**hole and your balls.

Is that what you want?

-You're f***ing with words.

-I'm not playing.

You're very articulate and all this bullshit.

Oh, my God.

We're from the same

motherfucking part of town.

I don't even understand

whatever the f*** it was you just said.

In other words...

...a bug needs to be stomped on.

But listen, I love you as a brother,

always will love you.

I like Dean, too,

but your guy chose this life.

Deal with that problem.

You should call me with the scores.

I got a f***ing headache,

you're talking some f***ing scores.

I'm out of here.

Gotta go, gotta go.

See you tomorrow night, Mike.

Chucky-Chuck. What up, Chuck?

Mr. Roberto, talk to me.

There was some trouble

the other night in the club.

-Motherfucking right, there was trouble.

-First of all, this is Scotty, and that's Frank.

-Tell me what happened.

-I'll tell you what happened.

I wanna hear this. He tried to take half.

Clubs opening in the neighbourhood

where I've lived all these years of my life.

A 20-block radius

that me and my crew rule.

We're gonna work something out.

I got something else we'll deal with later.

As for this, it's solved.

We'll take care of it.

Shake hands with my nephew.

Come on, shake hands.

Shake hands!

All right, no more problems, no more.

There will be no more problems.

We'll work out what we gotta do.

All right, guys, I'll see you at the opening.

Next time you go to him first

and work with him.

You make me sound like an a**hole.

This guy comes in here and calls me soft.

I do business with him. He's a good guy.

You shut the f*** up!

Just shut up, let him talk.

Excuse me, are you lnspector Deck?

Nice to meet you. I'm Sam Doneger.

I'm a really big fan.

This is my husband, Terry Doneger.

Would you do me a favour

and introduce me to your friends?

-I'm going over there anyway.

-Would you mind? I'd really appreciate it.

Hi. I'm Sam.

Nice to meet you.

We were talking about

how your music influences kids today.

-What's your name?

-Sticks.

-Why Sticks?

-It's what I do every night.

"Sticks." What's it mean?

It means don't let me catch you

on a late night walking around.

What's going on? You all right?

-How do you like the club? Looks good?

-It's nice.

-Rich, how are you?

-I could use that favour right about now.

-You got it. What is it? No problem.

-There's a dude and I need to get him hit.

I want one of your boys to take care of it.

-Tonight?

-Tonight. Right now.

It's opening night.

You want me to kill a guy?

Let the place warm up a few weeks.

Give me a break.

Listen, the guy will be here in two days.

It can't wait two days?

I ain't got two days.

You want me

to go kill the guy myself tonight?

I'll deal with it.

-Do you feel exploited by it?

-It's just bullshit.

Tell me why. What's bullshit about it?

What's a crock about it?

It's like the big-ass-tourist bus

that be riding through Harlem...

...looking at us like we're on display here.

So you're saying you cannot know it

unless you live it.

Sh*t is kinda proper.

Gentlemen, what's the word?

I just can't comprehend it.

It's just too much.

-It's like a tumour in my brain.

-That's true.

Help.

I'm sorry. I'm so scared.

I'm just trying to have fun, too.

I thought we share!

We do. We share.

Let me hit that.

-What is that you're wearing?

-This?

The cologne.

It's Aramis.

You remember Aramis, don't you?

-That's the same that I wear.

-Come on.

-I swear to God.

-You're shitting me.

Oh, my God. Is that just nuts?

She's gone. Who cares?

She was pretty smart. What's your name?

-Terry Doneger. What's your name?

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