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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.

Boom! Boom!

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.

The truth.

Okay. I borrowed it

by accident.

From who? Remember,

you always tell the truth.

I borrowed it by

accident from Strike.

Strike! Motherf***er!

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.

Your name?

Tyrone Jeeter.

MAN 12 Oh, sh*t.

F***

that n*gger up, man!

What the f*** you doing?

You ruined that boy's life,

you f***in' parasite!

I had nothin' to

do with that sh*t!

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 f***

is Rosa Parks?

Who the f***

is Rosa Parks?

Who's Rosa Parks?

It's hard on

the brothers out here.

Brothers! You stupid,

ignorant motherf***er!

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 f***in' 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?

Oh, sh*t!

Come on,

you son of a b*tch!

Yo, why don't you stomp

that n*gger, too, man?

Come on, man.

Get back! Get back!

Gonna shoot everybody?

Get the f*** back!

Get the f*** 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?

Sh*t!

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 f***in' president?

Yo, man! Why did Tyrone

do that stupid sh*t for?

The boy did it for you.

He was protecting you.

Rodney ain't no fool.

He sent Errol after you,

and this poor f***in' 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 f***in' mirror

and tell me you had nothin'

to do with what Tyrone did?

Why the f*** 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 f*** what you said!

You can't put this on me. You

can't put this weight on me!

Why should you carry

the f***in' weight?

You must be

a wonderful f***in' 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 did?

Scientific.

Who the f***

is Scientific?

He's down with my crew.

Did you see him

kill Darryl Adams?

No.

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!

You crazy?

I'm gonna hand-feed you

to f***in' Rodney myself!

I swear to God! It was

a n*gger named My Man.

I swear to God, my brother

said My Man would do it.

My Man?

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 sh*t,

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.

Rocco!

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!

Sh*t!

Sh*t!

"B*tch,

you is dead."

Motherf***er

stole my bags, too.

Yo, Strike.

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.

Same difference.

Self-defense.

Self-defense.

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 sh*t, man?

Most cops, brothers

killin' other brothers

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