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videotape this.

I want to tweet

this later, man.

Son of a b*tch.

"Lily"?

I can't believe we're

really doing this right now.

No.

This sh*t better work,

Will.

Oh, sh*t.

Lily, dude,

that was unbelievable.

Principal Harris tells me that

there are three young men...

who actually joined

the Google Science Fair.

Please.

Proof...

that the public school system

is still a ladder...

to success.

Half an ounce

for Joe Patterson.

We have an ounce

for John Smith.

We have an eighth

for Ashley Down.

- Susan Thompson.

- Steve Burke.

Yeah, this popped up

about a few weeks ago.

Look at what they're moving.

It's major volume too.

I don't know why

they're calling it "Lily. "

Maybe, uh, 2 Chainz

called it that on a mixtape.

He's a rapper. Yeah, you

know, "The Birthday Song. "

"Big booty ho. "

Okay, never mind.

Forget it.

Hi.

Um, is that offer

still on the table?

Help.

If you're busy, I can come

back tomorrow or later.

No, um, no. They're-

They're about to leave.

Yeah.

Yeah, we were stepping.

Okay, cool. Thanks.

Bye. Bye, guys.

Have fun.

Thanks

for helping me.

No problem.

You're

a fast learner.

Aw.

Thanks.

Sh*t's been real crazy

since Dom got locked up.

A few of his boys got smoked

on the corner the other day.

I don't want

to go back there.

Sorry. I just don't have people

I can talk to about this stuff...

that understand,

you know?

I know.

Thanks.

Dom called from jail

the other day.

He asked about you.

That's why you showed up

all of a sudden.

What's that

supposed to mean?

It means that Dom sent

you here as his messenger.

All this crying on my shoulder? Bullshit.

You're supposed to put

your feminine wiles on me...

and find out

about the f***ing dope.

Right?

Right?

Wait. I-

And here I was, stupid enough to

think that you were different...

than these other niggas.

Nakia, Nakia, Nakia.

F*** you!

"Feminine wiles"?

Good morning. Today you're

going to take the SAT.

The SAT is your chance to show

how prepared you are for college.

You will have 25 minutes

to work on section one.

Yo, what the f***

was that?

What do you mean,

you don't know?

Drug search, dawg.

They do it randomly,

like, every month or so.

It's all for show. I mean, it's not

like somebody is stupid enough...

to put some sh*t

in their locker.

Can I go to the bathroom?

Yes, but you will not

be given more time.

Man.

Come on, man.

What in the hell

are you doing?

Um, SAT's.

SAT's?

I had to use the restroom, and

I'm kind of late getting back.

You know?

Thank you. Good luck, little man.

Bring that beat back!

One, two, three, four!

Here it is!

The set ain't over!

Come on, y'all.

Let's get busy.

Come on. Say "Yeah!"

Say "Hell yeah!"

- Ain't it funky?

- I'm not doing this sh*t no more.

Bro, I can

fix this sh*t.

I can fix

this sh*t.

The bag is almost done.

The sh*t is almost gone.

I mean, I can't sell this sh*t no

more. We almost just got f***ing caught.

Look, I don't want to go to jail.

I want to go to f***ing college.

I want to get a good job.

I want to help my mom!

Dig?

That's cool.

It's my fault,

my weight to carry.

Yo, that's bullshit.

We all wanted to go to Dom's

party. Especially you, Jib.

It's our weight

to carry too.

We've got your back

to the end, right?

Right?

F***.

Ooh.

- There it is.

- Gracias.

All right, so, when we get

the Bitcoins, then what?

I need cash.

Well, you would have to

do a currency exchange...

to get the US dollar equivalent,

but, I mean-

that kind of defeats the purpose

of a non-fiat currency, right?

Okay, see, I don't give a f***

about all that Aaron Swartz...

Occupy Wall Street sh*t.

Okay, well, you'd have to link your

Bitcoin account to a bank account,

and then there's this

infinitesimally small chance...

that it could be traced.

I mean, the Feds would have to know

exactly what they're looking for.

It's not something they could

just stumble upon randomly.

Basically, I would just have to make a

stupid-ass mistake for them to trace it.

And do I look like the type of

nigga that makes stupid-ass mistakes?

Um-

So, you want me

to set up that exchange?

I'm- I'm good.

I'll do it.

- Um-

- Huh?

What if I want

zero chances of trace?

Well...

if you want zero trace,

you gotta go

black market, homey.

Yeah, you got to put

the Bitcoins on a drive...

and make

a hand-to-hand exchange.

You get cash

minus the transaction fee.

If you really want to go that

route- and I really don't suggest it-

I know a dude

in the garment district.

Ask for Fidel.

If you pass his test,

he'll help you.

If you don't-

Well, just pass his test.

One of these alligator bags

was made here.

One is from the store.

Which one is which?

The right one,

I mean, 'cause it's-

Mm-hmm.

poofier.

They both

look the same.

The reality is...

I sell 90% of my stuff

to white hos.

Most are rich enough

to afford retail.

Why do you think that is?

I don't know.

They know. They know

the only difference...

between

these two bags...

is the person

rocking them.

So, when they rock 'em,

people are gonna assume

it's real.

And the flip of that is...

it doesn't matter if you had the

receipt from Barneys sewn into the bag.

People gonna assume

it's fake.

Only you know the truth.

So, what are you, man?

Are you a real?

Are you a fake?

That's what I need

to find out.

I'm just Malcolm.

"Just Malcolm"?

Who the f*** is Malcolm?

Show me. I want you to

hit me as hard as you can.

Hey!

Don't look at them.

This is between you and me.

I'm-a give you five seconds.

You can either man up or run

out like the little b*tch you is.

- One!

- Malcolm, let's just go.

Listen to your friends, boy. Two!

You can't be serious. I'm more

than serious, motherf***er.

Three!

I need that money.

You ain't gettin' sh*t.

Four!

Yeah, you see

your p*ssy friends leaving?

They're running

like some little b*tches.

Run, p*ssy.

Five! Five! Five!

Hit me, man!

Five, motherfuck-

Oh, man. You-

Drive.

Where?

Give me the drive!

Sh*t.

Come here, man.

Now I know

who you are-

A man that

does not give a f***.

Hey, blood! Don't you owe

me another shoe, nigga?

Sh*t!

Get on the ground,

b*tch-ass nigga.

- Get the f*** off me!

- Malcolm!

- Get off us! Malcolm!

- Stay the f*** down, nigga.

- Malcolm!

- B*tch nigga. Yeah.

Yeah!

- Jib, get the f***ing bag.

- Come on!

Oh, sh*t.

Hold on, hold on.

Hey, hold on.

Give me the bag.

Please,

just give me the bag.

I don't even want

that sh*t, blood.

Let's go, nigga.

All right. Come on.

We out, we out, we out.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Come on.

Let's go.

That's 10%.

Consider it a proffer.

- The rest is in a Bitcoin account.

- Bitcoin?

It's an untraceable

Internet currency.

There are Web sites

that sell a lot of things...

that people would get

in trouble for selling.

They use Bitcoins.

Kind of like Amazon.

So you sold on the Internet?

No.

No. You did.

Excuse me?

You set up a store

on Black Market Reloaded.

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