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I already saw the guy.

He said we ain't get nothing today.

Ask your girlfriend

if she signed for it.

- My girl's standing right here.

- No.

Then why the f*** is it saying

it was delivered?

I don't know. I already saw the guy.

He said we ain't get nothing.

Who?

Oh!

That motherf***er!

What motherf***er?

What happened?

- He stole it!

- Who stole the sh*t?

The NDA dude. He had to.

That's why he had the buggy-eyed look

on his face.

Look, Bodega,

I'm gonna find this motherf***er. Trust me.

Yeah. You do that.

Because let me tell you, Jess,

if you're lying to me,

you're gonna wish your name was Jesus,

Jess.

What happened? What'd he say?

What happened? What happened?

What happened?

- We gotta find this thief!

- What thief, Jess?

Motherf***er, is you loco?

Huh? Taking my sh*t.

Taking Jesus' sh*t!

Huh?

This isn't gonna work.

Yeah.

Motherf***er, you wanna die? Huh? Do you?

Where's my sh*t?

I shouldn't have to say that much.

It just ain't scary.

Jess? What are you doing?

Where's my sh*t, motherf***er?

I'm gonna go try to catch him on the Ave.

- Where the f*** you going?

- With you, Jess.

- For what?

- What you mean "for what"?

I know you. You're f***ing crazy.

Hey. Hey, ladies.

Ladies, what's happening with y'all?

Hey, what's up, ladies? How y'all doing?

- He's so crazy. Is he trying to...

- Hey, I'm trying to holler. What's up?

Please, you work for NDA.

Oh! My bad. I thought y'all was hookers.

Just trying to pick y'all up.

It's not like if we were,

you could afford us anyway.

"If we were

you couldn't afford us."

Listen here, all right, with your flat asses.

I get the finger?

Yeah.

Forget that girl. For real.

I don't even need her.

All I really need is my weed.

Yo!

I know I got a joint up in here somewhere.

Time to smoke a J.

I need to get my ass to Shelton Ave

and re-up.

Since we're getting the cheese,

might as well get the compressor, too,

- while we in there.

- Sh*t, yeah.

You know, I been thinking, man.

I've been thinking about

stopping this whole game, you know?

Calling it quits.

There you go.

No, I'm serious, man.

I know I done said it plenty of times before.

A million times I done said it,

but I'm for real this time. This is my stop.

You might as well flip one more

for the road.

No, man. Jones is a dead end.

I'm cool. I mean it.

I'm gonna cut through the grass, you know.

I'm gonna make my own path. I can't

tell you where I'm going to land but...

With 500 grand,

I'll be all right.

So, what's up? I mean,

you might as well come, too.

I ain't got enough to chill.

Chill don't pay the bills.

Well, sometimes, you gotta take a chance

with what you got, B.

You know, there was a time

big cat couldn't tell me sh*t either.

But look here, man, just promise me this.

Always remember what you're doing it for.

If it ain't worth dying for,

you don't wanna be in it.

I mean, in the end,

that's all that really matters.

Know what I mean?

Know mean.

I feel like a free man already.

Sh*t.

Hey, Voo.

Oh, sh*t.

All right, look, the first place

- we're gonna hit is the Ave.

- Okay.

Keep your eyes peeled

for a gray NDA truck.

And you know I don't like you coming

with me, so don't be wiling it out.

Yo, man. You act like I don't know

how to f***ing act or something.

You don't, all right?

And if you ain't gonna listen to me,

then take your ass back up in the house.

Calm down.

- Sh*t! Sh*t!

- Shut up, man.

- Why? Why?

- Calm down.

We gonna figure this sh*t out!

We gonna figure this sh*t out, man.

Now calm the f*** down.

- How much was here?

- A few hundred thou.

- A few hundred?

- Yeah.

- Sh*t, man.

- A few hundred.

I thought, all this time,

I just knew you had more than that.

- I don't, all right?

- Come here, Shavoo. Come here.

Man, what the f***?

- Who all knew about this joint?

- Nobody but you.

Well, sh*t, you know I ain't take it.

Sh*t.

Don't you?

- Shav?

- Yeah, man. Look, man...

See! See! They got me thinking, man.

I trust you. You know that.

Hi, guys.

What the f*** you looking at?

Nobody, man. He work here.

Be cool. Be cool.

Yo, Shav, now, whoever came up in here,

they had a car,

because they took the compressor

and that's a heavy-ass motherf***er.

You ain't just walking up out here with that.

They rolled in here.

They put the compressor in the back

and they rolled out.

Yeah. Yeah. Let's get that ass.

What the f*** is you doing?

Me? I'm just...

- What the f*** is you doing?

- I'm just leaning on here.

You know? I'm just like, leaning. You know.

- Know mean?

- Know mean?

Get your punk ass in here, motherf***er.

You know Allah, motherf***er?

God damn! Where the f*** you at?

Any other day, you see these motherfuckers

all over the place.

- Today, not one f***ing truck.

- Papi, calm down.

I'm not used to seeing you b*tch like this.

You'd be bitching, too,

if you knew what I know.

Know what, Jess?

What are you talking about?

Okay. Remember Hector?

Yeah, that dude you used to work for.

What about him?

That's right.

One day he calls me up talking crazy,

thanking me and sh*t.

- Yo!

- Phew! Thank you, Jesus.

Yo, all the sh*t I gave you, go get it,

bring it to the spot right now.

Yo, dawg,

half that stuff is on the street, man.

No, I don't give a f*** where it's at.

Go get it, bring it to the spot right now.

Yo, what...

I get there, and this big motherf***er

answers the door.

Hey, look. Your friend is here.

- Is it all there?

- No. Not even half.

Your name is Jess?

- Jesus.

- Jesus.

My name is Bodega Diablo.

This is my associate, Rhino.

I call him the Grim Reaper.

And you start lying to me,

you're gonna know why.

You know, it's funny,

just talking to your friend here

for a little while,

It seems like I've known you all my life.

I know about your mother.

I even know about your father.

- F***. How?

- God bless his soul.

Now I...

No. You need to be straight up with me

right about now.

A couple of days ago,

I sent your friend here a package.

After a long talk,

he told me that he never got it.

- He says you have it.

- Me?

Shut the f*** up!

Shut the f*** up!

Now where's my sh*t?

I almost sh*t on myself.

The last thing I wanted to do is to

tell this man that I don't have his sh*t.

Right, right. So what did you say?

I didn't bite my tongue like no b*tch.

I told him the truth.

Look, this motherf***er right here...

I look him

dead in the eyes and I said,

"Look, I don't know what Hector told you,

but I don't think my friend

"had anything to do

with your sh*t being stolen.

"I've known this guy my whole life.

"One thing I can bet my life on

is that he ain't no thief.

"Now whatever it takes,

we'll get your money back.

"Just let my friend go."

Damn, baby, you said that sh*t?

You f***ing right I said that sh*t,

and then check this out.

He had the nerve to say...

Shut up!

Your boss, he's fired, okay?

You now work for me.

I'm standing there thinking,

"I gotta be out of my goddamn mind...

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