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IT'S GOOD THEY TEACHING

Y'ALL THAT.

- YEAH.

SO ANYTIME:

YOU START FEELING LIKE...

YOU CAN'T MAKE IT...

THINK ABOUT YOUR ANCESTORS.

THAT'S WHAT'S IN YOUR SPIRIT.

YOU HEAR?

- THINK MA

STILL LOOKS THE SAME?

- BET SHE LOOK BETTER.

- NO WORD ON

WHO PUT OUT THE HIT.

COULD BE FISH.

COULD'VE BEEN JAMISON HIMSELF.

UH...AND THEN THERE'S

LITTLE BABY.

- I KNOW HE GOT PROBLEMS

WITH ME.

BUT HE AIN'T GONNA TRY

TO GET ME KILLED

UNLESS FISH SAY SO.

THIS GODDAMN BAG--IT'S A NOOSE

AROUND MY NECK.

I GOTTA GET IT OFF.

SO WE IN BUSINESS?

- LOOK, I'MA TELL YOU.

YOU KNOW, IT'S HARD

GETTING THESE YOUNG BOYS

TO BUY FROM SOMEBODY

THEY AIN'T FAMILIAR WITH.

ENOCH IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE

OF GETTING ANY MONEY TONIGHT.

- MAN, I DON'T F***

WITH YO LIKE THAT.

HE PROBABLY KNOW WHO I AM.

SO I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY

YOU TRYING TO PUT ME IN THAT.

- WHAT'S YOU BEEFIN'

WITH ENOCH FOR, UNC?

- HIS LITTLE BROTHER, MAN,

HE WAS ALWAYS TRYING

TO DO TOO MUCH.

HE TRIED TO MOVE IN

ON SOME OF MY CORNERS.

THEN HE GOT KILLED.

AND ENOCH HEARD THAT I DID IT.

- OH, COME ON.

HE DON'T KNOW WHO YOU IS.

YOU KNOW, YOU AIN'T NEVER

CROSSED PATHS.

- MAN, WHAT TYPE OF GAMES

YOU TRYING TO PLAY WITH ME?

- NOW, HOLD,

HOLD RIGHT THERE NOW, HOLD.

NOW, I AIN'T TRYING

TO PLAY NO GAME.

NOW, I OWE ENOCH SOME MONEY.

HE TOLD ME IF HE CAN GE THE SH*T ON DISCOUNT,

HE'D WIPE THE SLATE.

- SEE THAT'S THAT BULLSHI RIGHT THERE, MAN.

- AIN'T NO BULLSHIT.

YOU TAKING THIS SH*T ALL WRONG.

I MEAN, LISTEN.

ENOCH IS A BUSINESSMAN.

ALL HE CARE ABOU IS HIS SCRATCH, HIS MONEY.

HE AIN'T THINKING ABOUT YOU.

- I'LL SELL IT FOR YOU.

I KNOW WHAT'S UP.

- YOU KNOW ENOCH?

- NO, BUT WHAT I DO KNOW--

AIN'T NOBODY WALKING UP

ON THE CORNERS OF PARK HEIGHTS

WITHOUT HIS SAY-SO.

HE DON'T KNOW ME.

- SH*T.

BOY'S GOT A POINT.

IF HE CAN KEEP:

THE FOCUS ON HIM...

THEN THERE'S A GOOD CHANCE Y'ALL

CAN WALK OUT OF THERE WITHOUT--

WITHOUT HIM NOTICING YOU.

- YO, YOU WANT THE MONEY

OR NOT?

- 40,000.

THEY GONNA TRY TO CUT YOU SHORT.

HOLD TIGHT...

FOR 40,000.

- HIT YOUR HEADLIGHTS.

- WHAT Y'ALL WAN WITH ENOCH?

- WE GOT SOMETHING

FOR YOU TO COUNT.

- YEAH?

WHAT ABOUT MAIN MAN RIGHT HERE?

WHY YOU DOING ALL THE TALKING?

- NAH, HE'S JUST MY PROTECTION.

- HOW Y'ALL KNOW

COFIELD ANYWAY?

- WHO DON'T KNOW COFIELD?

HE BE LOOKING OU FOR ME AND MY FAM.

- WHY Y'ALL DRESSED

FOR YOUR FUNERAL?

MAKES ENOCH UNCOMFORTABLE.

- NAH, WE JUST HAD TO HANDLE

SOME BUSINESS EARLIER.

- WHO ENOCH TALKING TO THEN?

- TALKING TO ME.

I'M THE ONE LOOKING

TO MAKE THE DEAL.

- YOU LOOK FAMILIAR.

WHERE ENOCH KNOW YOU FROM?

- NAH, MAN,

I'M FROM P.G.

I BE IN AND OU OF BALTIMORE.

- THROW THE BAG OVER,

LITTLE MAN.

WHERE YOU GET THIS KINDA WEIGHT?

SH*T GOTS TO BE HOT.

- WHAT'S IMPORTANT IS

IF YOU WANT IT OR NOT.

- I NEED TO KNOW THE HISTORY

OF WHAT'S IN THE BAG...

AND WHAT TROUBLE IT MIGH BRING ENOCH.

- NOBODY COMING TO CLAIM THA SH*T, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU MEAN.

- YOU CAN GET 20 FOR IT.

- COME ON, MAN.

YOU COULD GET MORE FOR I OUT HERE.

FAIR EXCHANGE:

AIN'T NO ROBBERY.

- YO, I'M SURE I KNOW YOU.

YEAH.

YOU USED TO RUN:

OFF OF PARK HEIGHTS.

- NO. NO, MAN.

IT'S YOUR WORLD.

- OH, IT'S MY WORLD.

WHAT ABOUT THE NAME

BUTTA BOYKINS?

- I DON'T KNOW

WHAT YOU TALKING ABOUT.

- YOU KNOW

WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.

PAY ATTENTION.

THINK ON IT.

BLACK BENZ.

YOU KNOW IT.

- NAH, MAN.

- BELVEDERE.

- YO, WE JUST--

- THINK HARD.

LOOK, THINK HARDER, NIGGA.

YOU KNOW WHAT THE F***

I'M TALKING ABOUT, DON'T YOU?

- OH, YO, WE JUST HERE

TO GET THIS PAPER, YO.

- WHAT ABOUT A BLACK BENZ

THAT SPED UP ON BELVEDERE

AND SHOT MY BROTHER

IN THE MIDDLE:

OF THE MOTHERFUCKING STREET?

[Enoch's boys yelling]

HUH? YOU KILLED MY BROTHER?

[overlapping yelling]

- MAN, SHOOT THAT NIGGA, DOG!

- THINK I AIN'T SEE YOU PULL UP

IN THAT BLACK BENZ?

YOU KILLED MY BROTHER.

- NO, MAN.

- NOW YOU GONNA COME BACK

IN MY FACE...

HUH?

- NO, MAN.

I'M TELLING YOU

THAT AIN'T ME, MAN.

I BEEN TELLING YOU.

[groaning]

- YOU SHOULD'VE LEFT BALTIMORE,

VINCENT.

- HIS NAME IS MIKE WOODS!

- SHUT UP!

- HIS NAME IS MIKE--

- CHECK MY WALLET!

CHECK IT.

- DON'T F***IN' MOVE!

SH*T.

GET 'EM UP.

SOMEBODY KILLED MY BROTHER.

ON THE STRENGTH OF COFIELD,

YOU GET 25,000.

GIVE THE LITTLE MAN HIS MONEY.

YO.

NEXT TIME, A LOT SMOOTHER,

ALL RIGHT?

- ALL RIGHT.

[door alarm pinging]

- WHAT UP, SHORTY?

- DON'T.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

- WHAT YOU MEAN,

WHAT I'M DOING?

I'M HERE.

- HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?

- HOW YOU FEELING?

I MISSED YOU.

- WHY?

DON'T. PLEASE DON'T.

DON'T--DON'T DO THAT.

- YO, HOLD UP A SECOND.

YOU OKAY?

- YEAH, I'M FINE.

YEAH.

- COME ON, WE GOTTA GO.

WE GOT DINNER PLANS.

ALL RIGHT.

WATCH YOUR FEET.

ALL RIGHT.

WHAT UP, BOY?

YOU GOOD?

GOOD TO SEE YOU, MAN.

[fighting]

NO, NO!

STOP!

STOP!

STOP!

[crying]

STOP IT!

- YOU AIN'T ME, NIGGA!

- STOP IT!

[crying]

STOP IT!

- COME ON, UNCLE V!

COME ON!

- STOP! STOP!

[crying]

- WAIT.

HOLD IT, HOLD IT!

STOP THE CAR, WOOD.

COME ON, WOOD.

- YOU REALLY GONNA TAKE ME

TO NORTH CAROLINA?

WE CAN GO NOW.

CAN I TRUST YOU?

- I PROMISE.

- ALL RIGHT.

[doorbell]

- [speaking indistinctly]

[bag unzipping]

- I SMELL THAT OLD BAY.

[chuckling]

SCHOOL BAG--REAL SMART, BABY.

GO AHEAD.

- IT LOOKS LIKE Y'ALL HAVE

HAD YOURSELVES A DAY.

HA HA!

ARTHUR!

- YEAH, BABY.

- GET VINCENT HERE A BEER.

- SURE ENOUGH.

- PUT ONE IN THIS

LITTLE HOPPER'S HANDS TOO.

WELCOME HOME, MAN.

[Fish and Arthur

chuckling]

- YOU SURE ARE A BALTIMORE MAN

NOW, WOODY.

- HEY, MAN, GET THE REST OF 'EM

AND PUT 'EM IN, ALL RIGHT?

- MM-HMM.

- YOU ENJOY THAT BEER,

YOUNG MAN.

MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME.

V...

LET ME HOLLA AT YOU.

MAN, YOU MY OLDER BROTHER,

AND YOU STILL CAN'T CRACK A CRAB

WITHOUT MAKING ALL THAT MESS.

HERE.

YOU GOT TO COVER IT.

THEN YOU CAN JUST...

GO AFTER, GO AFTER, GO AFTER IT!

YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING?

AND THE CRAB STAYS

RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF YOU.

- I JUST DON'T HIT TO HIT.

YOU KNOW, BABY?

YOU KNOW THAT, BABY.

THAT'S OUR LIFE, BABY.

YEAH.

- WHERE YOU BEEN, BOY?

LET ME CHECK YOUR POCKETS.

YOU BEEN WALKING

AROUND MY HOUSE.

I'M JUST TEASING, MAN.

SIT DOWN.

- YOUNG BARACK.

WHAT'S HAPPENING?

DOWN TO BUSINESS.

- YOU AIN'T NEVER CRACKED

NO CRAB?

- GRANDMA ALWAYS DO IT FOR ME.

- BOY, YOU FROM BALTIMORE

AND YOU DON'T KNOW

HOW TO CRACK NO CRAB?

- TAKE OFF THE LEGS FIRST.

YOU SEE SOME MEAT ON ONE OF 'EM

YOU GET IT OFF.

EAT THAT, HUH?

AND YOU CHECK TO SEE

IF IT'S MALE OR FEMALE.

THIS A MALE.

YOU SEE THAT?

- THE FEMALE, STAY AWAY FROM I IF YOU CAN,

'CAUSE SHE'S FULL OF SH*T.

- DON'T TELL THAT BOY THAT.

- YOU WANNA GE THE DEAD MEN OUT.

YOU DON'T WANT NONE

OF THAT MUSTARD EITHER.

UNLESS YOU WANNA EA THAT SH*T.

SEE THAT? THAT'S MEAT.

NO, NO, NO, SHORTY.

YOU GOTTA CRACK YOUR OWN.

- HELL, YEAH.

YOU SEE THE SCARS

ON MY HANDS?

I BEEN COOKING LIVE CRABS

ALL MY LIFE.

YOU BEST BELIEVE

THEM LITTLE B*TCHES KNOW

WHEN THE HOT WATER'S COMING.

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