Juice Page #5

I won't--

Shut the f*** up!

Shut your

f***in' mouthpiece.

Take everything

you want.

Shut the f*** up!

Don't shoot me,

that's all.

Are you going

to shoot me?

Please don't shoot me,

all right?

Shut the f*** up!

Just tell me

you won't shoot me.

Hey, Rahe--

Shut the f*** up!

Turn your ass

to the f***in' wall.

Please, mister--

Shut the f*** up,

old man.

Coast clear?

All right!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Five-O!

Five-O!

Come on!

[Sirens]

What the f***

is wrong with you?

Why did you

have to shoot him?

You didn't have to!

He made a move.

He didn't make

no f***in' move!

You're lyin'!

I was lookin'

right at you!

Yo, man.

He's dead, isn't he?

What we going to do?

He knew who we was!

Fat boy says your name.

He knew who we was!

Everybody just shut up!

Yo, man!

F***! What we going to do now?

We gots to get rid

of the f***in' gun!

Yeah, you're right, man.

Bishop,

give me the piece.

No.

What the hell

you mean, no?

I'm holdin' onto this

till I say so.

I'm not playin' here.

Oh, really?

[Steel]

Stop this sh*t, man!

You stop it, man!

[Q]

Yo, stop!

Oh, sh*t!

Hey!

What's going on

down there?

[Sirens]

[Sobbing]

Shut up, Steel!

You want to see

how much money we got?

Here we go.

What the f***

are you lookin' at?

You goin' crazy, B!

Don't you ever

call me crazy!

I'll blow your

f***in' brains out!

You understand?

I got it.

Steel, bring your ass here.

Come on!

Come on, man.

Don't go f***in'

crackin' up on me now.

We all in this sh*t

together!

Wipe that sh*t.

Come on.

[Sobbing]

Look, if I go down,

you go down.

Those motherfuckers

don't give a f***

who shot who.

Come on.

Raheem!

Damn.

I warned him.

You saw that!

I told him, man.

He had no business

grabbin' the gun.

But it was Raheem!

I don't give a f***!

Nobody's supposed

to do that sh*t.

If anybody

got a problem,

we can deal with it

right now.

You got a problem

with it?

I'm warning you, Q.

We got to get the f***

back to the club.

Um...

if anybody asks

about Raheem,

we don't know.

We ain't seen him.

You can't f***in' keep up

with a man at a party.

So...

Um...

Come on.

Come on!

[C*cks Gun]

Let's go.

Come on!

Let's go.

Let's go.

[CrowdApplauds]

Good luck.

[CrowdApplauds]

F*** that!

You are brothers.

[CrowdApplauds]

Piece of cake, Q.

[She-Rock]

Round 2!

[She-Rock Laughs]

Once again,

we have deejay,

that fly-guy,

GQ!

And from Detroit,

DJ Plaz!

Hey!

Hey! Get down here!

Get down here.

[Detective]

Keep your mouth shut!

Raheem is dead.

Somebody shot him.

Hey! Sit back

and be cool.

I'm Detective Markham.

This is Detective Kelly.

We want to askyou boys

some questions.

Let's go.

Let's open it up

right now!

Break away!

Move it!

When was the last time

you saw Raheem Porter

breathin'?

Tonight at the club.

What time?

An hour

before Qset up.

Where did he go

afteryou last saw him?

I have no idea--

[Kelly]

Why'd he leave?

I don't know.

I thought

he was checkin' out.

He was talkin'

to a girl,

clockin' the 'ho's.

Clockin' the 'ho's?

Clockin' the 'ho's?

Did you leave

the club tonight?

I went to the basement.

What for?

I ran into

an old girlfriend.

What were you doing

down in the basement?

Do you know

Fernando Quiles?

Yes.

You got popped for boostin'

in Quiles' store.

Yes or no?

Well, I--

Yes or no?

Yes.

Mr. Quiles was regularly

harassed by local gangs.

Do you have any rivalry

with other gangs?

Puerto Rican gang,

Rapido Muerte.

We know who they are.

Radames. They always

f***in' with us.

Radames.

Tell us about Radames.

Puerto Rican gang.

They think they rule

the f***in' world.

Didn't your gang

regularly harass Mr. Quiles?

No. 'Cause

we're not a gang.

Yeah. We didn't

kill him, though.

We didn't say

you killed him.

We said you regularly

harassed Mr. Quiles!

How about Porter?

Did they harass him, too?

If anybody had a motive

to do Raheem in,

it would have

been Radames.

Q got loud on you.

They screamed on you.

We just want to get

the full confession.

We want to get

the story from you.

When it goes down,

I can talk to the D.A.

Everything's

going to be cool.

I didn't do nothing.

They say

you was the cap man

who blew Raheem away.

Who the f***

killed Porter?

Who killed him?

I don't know, man!

I don't know.

Why do you seem

so nervous?

What are you

nervous about?

We're three n*ggers

in a police station.

It doesn't matter

what happened.

Ify'all want us

to be guilty,

we'll be guilty.

Ifyou didn't

do nothing,

you got nothing

to worry about.

\ Oh \

\ Amazing \

\ Ah \

\ Grace \

\ How \

\ Sweet \

\The sound \

Quincy, please

eat something.

I don't feel like

eating right now, Mama.

I know,

but just try, O.K.?

Just try for me.

Come on.

O.K.

\ A poor wretch like... \

[Baby Cries]

\ Me \

\ I... \

Yo, man.

I'm scared.

You scared?

\ Was lost \

[Crying]

\ But now \

\ I'm found \

\ Was blind... \\

You don't have

to be doing this.

Sit down.

I got this, Myra.

Be with the people.

It's O.K.

I'm O.K.

How you doing,

Mrs. Porter?

I'm O.K.

Can I help you?

Help me.

Bring in the corn bread.

This one?

Yes.

What's up, Myra?

Q!

I haven't seen you

in a long time.

Sorry it had

to be like this.

How you doing?

Under the circumstances,

I'm all right.

I got to stay strong

for Ma, though.

She's trying to deal with this

by keeping busy,

and she keeps going

and going nonstop.

I don't think

she's cried yet or...

Hey, Roland.

How you doing?

I should be

asking you that.

We're staying strong.

I'd feel better

if I knew the police

had somebody, you know.

They, uh...

they say there

was no witnesses,

and they don't

have any leads or...

I don't know.

We been askin' around, too.

Nobody's seemed to have

seen or heard anything.

We'll find

those motherfuckers,

the police ain't going

to have to do sh*t.

Eric, put them here.

Uh, Myra?

Yes, Ma.

I've got to take

care of that.

Excuse me.

You remember me,

Mrs. Porter,

Roland Bishop?

Yes, Roland.

Thanks for coming.

You don't have

to thank me.

Raheem was one

of my best friends.

It's nice to see

people come together

when something bad happens.

Personally, for me, though,

Raheem was like my brother.

I mean, he was

more than a brother.

I mean, we did

everything together,

just kickin' it every day.

If there's

anything I can do,

just let me know.

[Knock On Door]

Who is it?

Hey, Q.

Come on in, man.

I heard about Raheem.

I really liked Raheem.

Did somebody shoot him?

Yeah.

Do you know who?

No, man.

Heard you got arrested.

What? Where'd

you hear that?

From Ishmal.

Who?

Ishmal, from

the second floor.

And Wendy,

Clarence, and Rashid.

No, man. I didn't

get arrested.

Hey, Q!

Oww!

Shut up!

Yo, Q!

Hey, Q!

[Mumbling]

Motherf***er,

you hurt my arm.

What'd you call me?

You heard me!

I told you about

that word, all right?

You got to learn

not to use

that language, man.

Come here, man.

Sit up.

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