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- What are you doing here? - Hands!
- Oh, yeah. - There's a lot of space in here.
Just the way we like it.
- Come on, that's it! Come on! - Hit him hard! Bobby, hit him!
Mom would like that.
No cop in the world's gonna believe your word over mine. Sorry.
Yeah!
l smelled it on you the second you walked in here.
- Get your ass up! Come on! - Get him!
And this isn't even his fight. lt's his stupid brother's fault!
Baby, why don't you go back upstairs. l've got this covered.
- Someone ought to step on them. - Which gang, Johnny G?
SlG Sauer .45 auto.
Pass me the salad, man.
Come on.
- ls he on the courts a lot? - On the courts or at the gym.
Say goodbye to your big sister, Jackie. Let's go.
So don't tell me this is not possible. Come on, man.
He'll know who Jerry got mixed up with.
Jerry's warehouse project.
- Get your ass over there on the couch. - You don't know why we're here?
because cops like you guys couldn't find tits in a strip joint.
He lives in the Gardens, right over there.
- Come on now. - Yeah.
- But l-- - Samir, the police.
Before I turn yo ass into a burnt Gingerbread Man, my nigga Cracker Jack is gonna pop yo fukkin neck and move down to fukkin Texas Charcoal'll be all up on yo ass, you gonna be Satan's bitch after we done with yo bitch ass pussy ass stankin ass dick sucking ass
- Where'd y'all get this? - Our friend Stanly, the shooter.
- Who's the kid? - Oh, that's Jack. He's the youngest.
That's your angle, huh?
- You guys ready? - What's the plan, Bobby?
Now I gotta light your ass on fire!!
My fault Don’t you fukkin apologize nigga!
Yeah, my mama raised me to be a thinking man.
Dang, man, you hurt my feelings.
Thank you, Miss Evelyn.
When you win your $30 dollar bet with your boys...
I don't mind If it rains or freezes
People never think to go for the bag.
Oh, those are breath mints, baby. Give me one sec--
No, she's not coming back.
l just buried my mama and my brother.
l should've stayed around longer and held your little hand, huh, sweetheart?
For the last two years, the premium was paid via check
- Get him, Nitro! - Okay. All right, all right. All right.
You're a policeman!
Yeah, yeah, l got it. Well, he's onboard, boss.
- Why are you standing up? - You know who l am?
The bag has to be clear, though. Black doesn't work.
1 969.
Shoot that motherfucker!
You tell me where l can find this guy and you can finish your game.
Wait, pause it, pause it. He didn't say anything to me about talking to her.
l'm a freaking college professor, Jack. What do you think l've been doing?
Hey, that's real goddamn bad stuff about your mom, fellas.
.
We'll see if they're still your boys after they find out
That's what l said.
Come on, man.
I like the way you do bidness
Urban sophistication is what l'm talking about.
- Oh, shit. - Oh, Bobby Mercer.
She wasn't your girl as of yesterday, man. She had another man.
He's your brother? No shit. These are my brothers.
l thought you was a macho man. A tough guy.
All right, man.
l got kids! A wife.
- We got something. - Address?
Yeah, come on, man!
Wait, Green, how do you go from petty thug to contract killer?
An attack dog. Come here, poochie.
- ls that so? - Yeah.
Shit. Hurry up.
- You're getting good at this, Jackie. - November 21 .
So l'm confused.
- Hey, man. l gotta ask you a question. - What's up?
- Who wants some ice cream, huh? - Me!
We got you now, witch.
- Man, don't do that right now. - Shut up, Bobby.
He wants blood.
Shut up, Jack! l'm gonna ride this bitch out on the rim! We got them!
- Does his eye look like yours? - Hey, man, where's Bobby?
Don't worry about cops.
Suspects are two young black males heading east on foot!
- Look at y'all. - What?
What you pay out-of-town shooters to do?
He spent more than an hour with her.
Yeah, yeah, yeah! Get him! Come on!
Be careful.
Hey, let me talk to them, okay?
Did. You. Tell him. My name?!
- l ain't playing with this dude! - Drop it!
You know, you didn't come up on the list of any of Evelyn's friends
Evan and l were just talking about this fella, Bobby Mercer.
your mother's reputation.
listening to every bit of our conversation...
- Watch the snow, man! - l don't give a fuck about the snow!
Midnight trying to get up, but Nitro's on him!
Why would anybody meet up with their lawyer at 8:00 at night?
What do you mean, red flags?
My brother!
- Get these guys before you kill us! - Sit back and put your seat belt on.
You know what else l got for my money?
- What are you hiding, Jerry? What? - What the fuck is wrong with you?
This is Jessup, I'm Playfordbaum. This is Matt and Brad.
Never should have came home.
- You sure? - You wanna put money on it?
Hey, come here.
Word around town is that Jerry owed a lot of people some money.
You know what? You don't pay a ho to fuck you.
All right. Let's keep it going, come on.
Cops are always welcome at the Mercers'.
Evan.
Okay, stop.
From about 5:30 p.m. till about 1 1 or so last night,
- That's a good boy. - That's bullshit.
Jeremiah, where are you going?
Keenon, this is Bobby.