01x20 - All in the Family

[bunniefuu]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Montell Jordan's
"this is how we do it"]

♪ This is how we do it ♪

♪ la, la, la, la, la, lo, lo ♪

♪ la, la, la, lo, lo ♪

♪ oh♪

♪ this is how we do it ♪

♪ it's Friday night ♪

♪ and I feel all right ♪

♪ the party is here
on the West Side ♪

♪ this is how we do it ♪

♪ all hands are in the air ♪

♪ and wave them
from here to there ♪

♪ if you're an o.G. Mack
or a wanna-be player ♪

♪ you see the hood's
been good to me ♪

♪ ever since I was
a lower-case g ♪

♪ but now I'm a big g ♪

♪ the girls see I
got the money ♪

♪ a hundred-dollar bills y'all ♪

♪ if you were from
where I'm from ♪

♪ then you would know ♪

♪ that I gotta get mine
in a big black truck ♪

♪ you can get yours in a '64 ♪

♪ whatever it is, the
party's underway ♪

♪ so tip up your cup and
throw your hands up ♪

♪ and let me hear
the party say ♪

♪ I'm kinda buzzed,
it's all because ♪

♪ this is how we do it ♪

♪ south central does
it like nobody does ♪

♪ this is how we do it ♪

♪ to all my neighbors,
you got much flavor ♪

♪ this is how we do it ♪

♪ let's flip the track,
bring the old school back ♪

♪ this is how we do it ♪

♪ I'm kinda buzzed,
it's all because ♪

♪ this is how we do it ♪

♪ south central does
it like nobody does ♪

♪ this is how we do it ♪

♪ ynv, scc ♪

♪ this is how we do it ♪

♪ all my homies I'll
never come whack ♪

♪ on an old school track ♪

♪ this is how we do it ♪

[Theme music playing]

[Upbeat music playing]

Eddie: Papi, that's
great! You deserve it.

Mikey torres on saxophone.

That's right, you know it!

[Chuckles] All right. Te llamo.

Proiquain the house.

- See what I'm sayin'?
- What's up, d?

Guess who my pops is
giggin' with tomorrow night?

Julio iglesias?

♪ Get up, get on up ♪

- ♪ get up, get on up ♪
- godfather?

- Godfather?
- Yeah! Um-um-um!

J.c.: Everybody here!
Listen, I'm gonna tell you

what to do about that! Come on!

- ♪ Get up! ♪
- Let's do it like that!

Hit it one time!

Hit it two times!

Hit it three times!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Williams.

I think one time is enough.

There's been a hijacking


You're catching. Somebody
from alcohol, tobacco,

and firearms' gonna
meet you over there.

- Anybody hurt?
- Cooper: Yeah. The driver.

He's in a coma.

- Get on the scene.
- [Upbeat music playing]

If you damn cops
were doing your job,

I could run a business here

without all this crap goin' on!

You saying you're
the distributor?

Ross: You don't seem to get it,

I used to be a distributor.

They have cleaned me out.

Everything!

Mac-10s, m16s, Uzis.

We're talking 300
grand here, easy.

Mr. Ross, we realize

that you are a pillar
in the community.

But screaming on us is not
gonna solve your problem.

Who the hell else have
I got to scream at, huh?

Try me, sir. I'm
agent Weston with A*F.

I can understand
how you're feeling.

I can assure you we're
as upset as you are.

We're here to help. As
long as your paperwork's

in order and you've complied
completely with all mandated

security procedures.

Charlie, take care of this guy.

So, you're the kids
from the fourth precinct

working this?

I'm detective torres.

This is my partner,
j.C. Williams.

Weston. A*F. Whaddaya got?

We got a g*n truck

was jacked in the
middle of its run.

All the goods were
taken outta that truck.

Transferred to this one
which was dumped right here.

- Any witnesses?
- The only witness

is on life support system.

Eddie: Yo. That was ricciarelli.

He says a lady saw a
squad car pull the truck over.

Guess what?

None of our cars
were in the area.

Eddie: Bingo.

Ever run across a
guy Jerome Willard?

He made a living

selling cop uniforms for heists.

Eddie: Yeah. We've
popped him a couple of times.

Jerome is out on the street.

I saw him uptown
on 125th street.

We'll be in touch.

- What a jerk.
- Definitely.

But Jerome Willard
wasn't a bad call.

- Word up.
- [Upbeat music playing]

Bartender: Here you go.

What's up, Jerome?

Long time no see, huh?

Don't strain your eyes.

Jerome, Jerome.

This seems like a
parole violation to me.

[Snorts] Ginger ale?

Yo, what's up?

Whoa. What we got here?

You're busted, baby.

You guys got no probable cause.

This comes to court, judge
gonna throw it right out.

I don't think so, Jerome.
Not with your record.

I think you're gonna take
a trip back to the big house.

All right, all right.

What?

A truck load of g*ns
was stolen yesterday,

see, and we figure
somebody paid you off

to impersonate a police officer

and you jacked the truck.

No. No, no. No way.

I was at my sister's house

yesterday, in Jersey.
She'll swear to it.

Eddie: C'mon, Jerome.
You can do better than that.

You didn't have anything
to do with it? Fine.

Give us the name or
take a ride to the precinct.

Then you forget about
the weed, all right?

Yeah. We could do that.

If you know somethin'.

Well, could be I heard it
was the Hawkins family.

Come on, man. The
Hawkins have been clean

- for years now...
- That's just what I heard,

all right?

But you didn't get this from me.

Surprise us, Jerome.

Stay out of trouble.

Hassan: You gentlemen'll
have to make this quick.

I got business uptown.

It's about the g*ns.

It was butter.
What's the problem?

Out 10 g's

which is what we
agreed on, right?

The job profile changed,

so we've decided
we'll take a percentage.

Coleman: We think 35%'s fair.

Maybe you should
consider the 98% chance

of both of you
ending up in boxes.

Look, don't try that
ghetto crap on us.

Your brother's spent
the last six years

taking your family legit.

Trust me, you go
down this road again?

You're gonna need
somebody watchin' your back.

- Is that a fact?
- Uh-hmm.

Hassan: [Chuckles] Hey
man, these two comedians

have just informed
me that they're having

difficulty finding the door.

Riley: That's too bad, Hassan.

I thought you were smarter
than you looked, brother.

No. I'm just the wrong
black man to mess with.

Coleman: Come on. Let's go.

J.c.: So the way we
hear it, the Hawkins family

is still in business.

Everybody knows
they used to run g*ns.

I guess the money's too
good to walk away from.

No. I know Tyrone Hawkins.

When he said his
family was out of the life,

he meant it. We
gave him a great deal.

He rolled on a
bunch of army guys.

Yeah. Well, I'm not
a real firm believer

in total personality
transformations

after the age of 35.

I say we keep an eye
on them, just in case.

Fine. I'll talk to the old man.

- I'll know if he's lying.
- Cooper: All right.

If we go undercover,
I'm gonna need you two.

In the meantime, I
have a few minutes.

Why don't I go
over there with you?

And if it looks
legit, we'll back off.

Sure.

[Upbeat music playing]

- Weston: Hello, Tyrone.
- Hello, Weston.

This is lieutenant
Virginia Cooper, NYPD.

Tyrone Hawkins.

- Lieutenant.
- Sir.

Let's go somewhere
where we can talk.

Okay.

So, Weston...

Anything we can do to help you?

Or you just come to reminisce?

Not exactly.

A bunch of g*ns were hi-jacked.

Looks like your style...

My style has been copied

by every wannabe
gangster out there.

Yeah. Well, this
was a very talented

wannabe gangster
who knocked off a truck

in broad daylight.

Dad... oh, sorry.

That's all right.

Meet agent Weston,
lieutenant Cooper.

My son Mustafa.

He's my bean counter.

Keeps all our
businesses rolling.

And, of course, all
these businesses

would be legitimate?

Of course.

Good. All right. Well,
you'll let us know

if you hear anything, right?

Yes, I will.

Weston: Okay, Tyrone.

Weston.

What did they want?

They're just fishing.

Cooper: You were
right about Weston.

The Hawkins' could
crap on the floor,

he'd call it roses.

So is old man Hawkins
back in the g*n business

- or what?
- My read?

He didn't know about this job,

but he wants to.

Well, you think he
knows who did do it?

I think he has his
suspicions, yeah.

Which, of course,
he'd never tell us.

I think we're at a
dead end, folks.

Well, what about
your boy, Jerome?

Why don't you rattle his cage?

All right, lieutenant.

[Tense music playing]

[Door opens]

Pop, you wanted to see me?

Tyrone: Sit down.

I had a visit from
a fed and a cop.

He tells me some
g*ns were jacked.

You know anything about it?

No, sir.

So then, why the visit?

For five years, I haven't
stepped on a bug.

Now all of a sudden,

they turn their heads toward me?

Doesn't make sense, does it?

Sure it does, pop.

A black man trying to do well,

you think they want to see that?

Hassan,

you may be able
to play your g*ng,

but not me.

Now, truth, son,
you pull that heist?

Yeah, I did it, pop.
You gotta wake up.

That stuff you
got Mustafa doin',

how much cash
is that bringing in?

- It's honest money!
- Hassan: It's no money, pop.

Have you seen our
financial statements lately?

You have to spend
money to make money.

When you gonna wake up?

By this time next year,

we could lose all of this.

You want to sleep
in the streets?

You can rest easy now, pop.

I'm gettin' paid.

This could get you busted.

I know what I'm doin', pop.

I had a good teacher.

Besides, it's only
for a little while.

Until you and Mustafa
get the legitimate business

back on its feet,
then I'm through.

I just want us to be strong,
pop, like you made us.

Look,

if you're concerned
how Mustafa's

gonna deal with this,

he ain't gotta know.

[Tense music playing]

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

Where's dad?

Went to see his bookie maybe.

You know anything
about a fed and a cop

that came by here yesterday?

- News to me.
- Some A*F guy named Weston.

Knew dad from back in the day.

You don't know
anything about that?

Mustafa, you got
something to say, say it.

Fine. You're rolling around here

with bodyguards.
You're strapped.

I mean, you look like somebody
who's tryin' to get in trouble.

Oh, maybe if you wasn't
so busy in my business,

you wouldn't be
losing money in ours.

Look, if you're gonna
be the one who runs

this thing when pop dies,
you're gonna have to come

a little bit stronger than this.

You know, I'm not
even about that.

I roll everywhere
from the Bronx,

to bed-stuy, to Brooklyn.

And these fools know I get paid.

So if I'm not strapped,
then I'll get jacked.

It's that simple.

[Scoffs] Or don't they
teach you that at Harvard?

Look, Hassan. I'm sorry
if you think I'm trippin',

but we've been out of
this life for a few years now

and I'd hate to mess that up.

I'd hate it, too.

Look, I'm gonna go
talk to our lawyers.

We do not need the
cops spreading rumors

about this now.

You do that, Mustafa.

[Phone ringing]

- Yo.
- [Upbeat music playing]

J.c.: So Jerome
left with two guys.

You sure about the time?

Yes, I am.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

Yo.

She said we just missed
him by 20 minutes.

- I don't like it.
- You're gonna like this a lot less.

She said he looked
like he didn't want to go.

[Tense music playing]

Hassan: You know, Jerome,

there's been some crazy
stuff happenin' around here

and I have to ask myself,

why is this fed
stressing out my family?

And the only thing
that I can come up with

is somebody snitched.

Now, I didn't snitch.

E-man here, he didn't snitch.

And, um, them Irish boys,

they wouldn't snitch
to save their lives.

So guess who that leaves?

Have you been smokin' again?

No, Hassan, I swear, man.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I can hear the lie, Jerome.

Now, if you tell me the truth,

I promise you,

nothing's gonna happen.

But whatever you do, do not lie.

I'm sorry, man. They...

They told me they were
gonna put me back in the pen.

Shh. It's okay. It's okay.

I told you Jerome would
tell the truth, e-man.

Jerome, you have
gained my respect.

You feel better now?

[g*nsh*t]

- What up, loo?
- What up is that Jerome Willard

was found in an
alley with five holes

he wasn't born with.
That's what's up.

Guy gives us a lead
and he ends up dead.

Looks like the Hawkins
family ain't so retired, huh?

Yeah. That's why you
two are going undercover.

Inquiring minds want to know.

Weston: Here's the deal.

An arms dealer named
nestor valenzuela

is coming into town
later this afternoon

to meet with the Hawkins'.

They have no idea
what he looks like.

Cooper: We grab
him, toss him inside.

Torres, you take his place.

Williams, you act as
valenzuela's middleman

- from the states.
- Weston: We'll give you

flash money for the buy,

you pay, we bust 'em. Simple.

Well, if it's so simple,
how come A*F's

giving us play on this?

Why don't you guys roll solo?

Because just like I
know Tyrone Hawkins,

he knows my people.

Here, the buyer.

Nestor valenzuela.

[Upbeat music playing]

[No audible audio]

[Phone ringing]

Yo.

All right. I'll be there.

Bring the money.

[Jazz music playing]

Okay. Listen, why don't we
knock off for the day? Okay?

[Indistinct chatter]

So?

Eddie: Uh, I don't know.

I mean, it don't sound
much like your style,

- but, you know...
- Oh, so all I can do

is jazz and salsa?

No, no, no, no. You
were, bumping, papi.

I never heard you
sound so smooth.

Smooth. I better be smooth.

Eddie: Hey, you're Mikey torres.

You're the definition of smooth.

[Laughs] Thanks, Eduardo.

All right, papi.

You know?

This could mean great things.

All I know is, I'm proud of you.

I mean, you deserve it.

You came back from the dead.

So what do you
feel like eating, huh?

You got time?
What about, uh, j.C.?

Shh. He's out makin' a
buy. I got plenty of time.

Mike: All right. Are you buying?

[Upbeat music playing]

Where's valenzuela?

Mr. Valenzuela won't
be joining us today.

So, who are you?

Jamal. I handle all
New York interests.

You make me happy,

you'll meet valenzuela.

Yeah, well, uh, "Jamal",

why don't you go run
to your boss and tell him,

Hassan Hawkins don't
deal with no errand boys.

Mr. Valenzuela has
survived this long

because he takes
certain precautions.

You either deal his
way or there is no deal.

You got papers?

You got merchandise?

[Tense music playing]

[c*ck g*n]

J.c.: 200,000.

You get the rest upon delivery.

You tell your boss he can
pick up the merchandise

at this address.

[Tense music playing]

Commentator: At the stretch
it's c-dub, Carla's dream,

and Vince's Vixen
followed by the field.

With a quarter mile
to go, it's Carla's...

Come on, Vixen. Come
on, Vixen. Get in there!

- Mustafa: Dad?
- Not now, Mustafa.

Commentator: But here
comes Vince's Vixen!

Vince's Vixen and Carla's dream,

neck and neck.

It's gonna go down to the...

What the hell you doing, boy?

We gotta talk. Now.

This had better be important.

I've got five large
on Vince's Vixen.

Dad, Hassan is
selling stolen g*ns.

You spying on your brother?

Spy... dad! This could ruin us.

This could destroy our business!

Did you know about this?

You knew?!

Dad, how could
you let him do this!

You told me we
were done with it!

I know what I told you!

Mustafa: Well, what
are you telling me now?

That we spent the last six years

bustin' our butts for nothin'!

You told me to get a legitimate
business up and runnin'

and promised me full support!

Mustafa, we need
to do something!

We're in debt. Deep in debt.

Dad, I am doing something.

I mean, by the end of this year,

all of our businesses
will have turned around.

Ah, now, that's what
you said last year,

the year before that.

I don't care how many
businesses we have in Harlem.

When black folks get
money, they don't spend it

in the neighborhood!

Now, dad, you
know that's not true.

There's money to be made
here. The economy is picking up.

I've spent the last 15 months
setting up this public offering.

Now if we get caught
doin' something like...

We're not gonna get caught.

And I'm not gonna
talk about it anymore.

This is the way it is.

- Deal with it.
- Commentator: Racing fans,

that had to be one of
the most exciting races

in twenty years.

We're gonna have to...

[Jazz music playing]

James: Yeah! Yeah!

- Yeah! Yeah!
- Crowd: Yeah!

- Yeah!
- Crowd: Yeah!

- Yeah! Yeah!
- Crowd: Yeah!

Crowd: Yeah!

Yeah!

[Cheers and applause]

I wonder where papi's at, huh?

He's late.

Ah, not to worry.

I've seen him
tune up in the taxi,

come in, and rock the joint.

- Word.
- Eddie: Yeah.

- I hope so.
- James: Right now,

you know, we feel
so good tonight.

I don't know what
to do with myself!

I just want to call up
one good friend of mine.

Somebody who's fantastic,
brother Mike torres.

Come on up and play that horn!

Play that sax, Mike!

Mike? Mike?

Mike?

Mike? Wait a minute.

Now, Deanna, my daughter's here.

Deanna, come here
a minute, Deanna.

Now you know who Mike
is, have you seen Mike?

- No, I haven't.
- James: No more records be playin'...

He's not comin'.

I'm gonna go see what's up.

I'm goin' with you.

- J.c.: Should I go?
- No, no, no, no.

You stay. Enjoy the show, man.

- This is family stuff.
- J.C.: You sure?

Don't worry about it.

[James brown's "it's a
man's man's man's world"]

♪ This is a man's world ♪

♪ this is a man's world ♪

♪ but it wouldn't mean nothin' ♪

♪ nothin' ♪

♪ without a woman or a girl ♪

♪ You see ♪

♪ man made the cars ♪

♪ to take us over the road ♪

♪ man made the train ♪

♪ to carry the heavy load ♪

♪ man made the electric light ♪

♪ to take us out of the dark ♪

♪ man made the
boat for the water ♪

♪ like Noah made the ark ♪

♪ this is a man's,
man's, man's world ♪

♪ but it wouldn't be nothin' ♪

♪ nothin' without
a woman or a girl ♪

♪ Man thinks about
our little bitty baby girls ♪

♪ and our baby boys ♪

♪ man makes us happy ♪

♪ 'cause man made the toys ♪

♪ and after man
makes everything ♪

♪ everything he can ♪

♪ you know that
man makes money ♪

♪ to buy from other men ♪

♪ this is a man's world ♪

♪ it wouldn't be
nothin', nothin' ♪

♪ not one little thing,
without a woman or a girl ♪

♪ He's lost ♪

♪ in the wilderness ♪

♪ he's lost ♪

♪ in bitterness ♪

♪ he's lost ♪

- You ready?
- In a minute.

We got to go, man, come on.

Edward, what is wrong with you?

Nothin'. Now are you finished?

Yes, I'm finished.

So, uh, what's up
with your pops?

Couldn't make it.

He couldn't make it?

James brown? His biggest
gig in, what, 10 years, ed?

Is there somethin'
else goin' on?

I don't wanna
talk about it, okay?

You don't wanna talk about it.

Well, listen partner,

if there's somethin' you
need to go take care of,

you should go do that.

We don't need to
make this deal right now.

What? All of a sudden,
you don't want back up now?

I told you, I'm down, all right?

What are you guys
still doing here?

I thought you were making a buy?

We're on our way right now.

The address we got
is for a parking lot.

It's the first place
we're gonna meet,

so I figure after that, they'll take us
to a warehouse, we'll find the g*ns.

All right. So, you know you're
on your own. If anything happens,

you back off, right?

Torres, are you all right?
You have a problem?

I'm fine.

We got a job to do. Come on.

He's all right.

We're on it. Thanks.

All right.

Hassan: Nice to meet
you, Mr. Valenzuela.

You're gonna be glad you came.

This hardware we
got for you is true.

You know what I'm saying?

I'm even gonna throw in some
armor-piercing ammunition

just to show you that we
appreciate your business

and we want...

What the hell?

This your idea of a joke, huh?

I don't believe this, man.

Somebody ripped my g*ns.

What we have here, gentlemen,

is merely a temporary delay.

Don't even stress.
Just relax, all right?

My sponsors didn't
send me 5,000 miles

to just relax.

I thought we were dealing
with professionals here, huh?

Hassan: Chill, nestor, okay?

I mean, we know
who has your g*ns,

we'll have 'em
back in a few hours.

- J.c.: Let's hope so.
- Hassan: It's done.

Yo, e, go break
out the black book,

see if we can get some
hotties over here for our friends

to keep them company.

Hey! Blood!

I don't want your drinks.

- [Shatters]
- Your women.

I just want our g*ns, okay?

I told you, nestor,

you'll have them in a few days.

Since when did
hours turn into days?

I want my front money back

and you'll get
that in a few days.

- What'd you say?
- You ain't deaf.

Hassan: And
you ain't too polite.

J.c.: Ah.

Gentlemen,

how 'bout if you
throw in a few freebies

for makin' us wait, hmm?

We could do that, Jamal.

Good.

Call us when you get the g*ns.

Yo, well, you wanna
talk to me, man?

You almost got us shot in there!

I was playing the role!

You were over-playing it!

Look, I don't need to hear
this right now, do you hear me?

I'm sorry.

What the hell is
wrong with you, man?

God.

J.c.: What's goin' on?

Nothin', man.

Nothin'. It's, uh...

Is it your pops?

Is he okay?

He started using again.

I mean, that's why he didn't
show up the other night.

The night that he was gonna
play with James brown, you know,

he goes out and gets high.

- So, you two go at it?
- Yeah.

It's...

[Sighs]

I'm afraid that next time
that I roll up on him...

He's gonna be dead.

He was doin' so good.

I was so proud of him, j.C.,

I mean, he was...

I'm sorry, man.

It's gonna be all right.

[Sniffles] Yeah.

It has to be, you know.

Hassan: I mean, I
know who has my g*ns.

Those white boys,
Coleman and Riley.

I want to get the word out.

If they don't give me
my g*ns, they are done.

You hear me? Done!

Oh, that's good. Why don't
you just hang a big sign

that says "arrest
the Hawkins family."

If you're gonna keep
acting like a b*tch,

why don't you put on a dress?

Hassan, this mess
has gotta stop!

Dad, can't you see
where this is leadin' us?

Maybe this deal is more
trouble than it's worth.

Hassan: We can't back out now,
pop, our name means something.

And I ain't about to let nobody
make no joke out of our name.

Mustafa: Yeah. Like
you care about our name.

This is all about you, Hassan!

Mustafa, let's just
see this one through.

- Dad...
- You heard the man.

E-man, let's get
those Irish boys.

[Montell Jordan's
"this is how we do it"]

♪ La, la, la, lo, lo ♪

♪ oh♪

♪ oh

♪ la, la, la, lo, lo

♪ oh

♪ oh

♪ this is how we do it ♪

♪ it's Friday night ♪

♪ and I feel all right ♪

♪ this is how we do it ♪

♪ all hands are in the air ♪

♪ and wave them
from here to there ♪

♪ if you're an o.G. Mack
or a wanna-be player ♪

♪ you see the hood's
been good to me ♪

♪ ever since I was
a lower-case g ♪

♪ but now I'm a big g ♪

♪ the girls see I
got the money ♪

♪ a hundred-dollar bills y'all ♪

Carmen: So, what do you
want to do about this, Eddie?

Eddie: You can do
whatever you want.

It's not my problem anymore.

Eddie, it's the whole
family's problem, okay?

Why don't we just talk
to him, the two of us?

Because I've got
nothing to say, all right?

Look, I'm not telling you that you don't
have the right to be angry, all right?

But this man you don't
want to deal with is our father.

Exactly. Our father.
We're the kids.

So, why the hell are we
always taking care of him?

- Because he is sick! He's sick!
- No, no! Don't give me that!

Being sick is catching
a cold or getting the flu.

It is not sticking
dope in your arm.

Look, I don't know how you
can do this, just walk away.

I'm not the one
walking away. He did.

Hassan: I just wanted to
show you gentlemen that,

uh, we are taking
care of business.

How're you?

You punks ready to talk to me?

Hmm?

Look, Hassan, we
don't have your g*ns.

[Chuckles]

You know,

I always thought you
catholics go to hell if you lie.

[Laughs]

All right, this is how
we're gonna do this.

If you promise to tell the
truth, nobody gets hurt.

But boys, do not lie.

We can't tell you
what we don't know.

Okay. E-man.

[Groans]

- You know nothin'?
- If he does,

it won't help us
if you sh**t him.

All right. Alright.

You want g*ns?
We can get you g*ns.

We got an inside
man at a g*n depot.

We can do it. Easy.

Hassan: You
don't get it, do you?

We're not doing another heist.

You're gonna give me
the g*ns you stole from me.

Tyrone: Hassan.

Hassan: Pop, what are you doing
here?! Mustafa, you brought him?

Yeah. I wanted him to
see how crazy you are.

- You're out of control.
- No, pop.

Mustafa wants you
to think that I'm crazy.

These punks stole from me.

Coleman: Your idiot
son's got it a*s backwards.

[Grunts]

Hassan: What'd I
tell you about lying?

Gentlemen,

Mr. Valenzuela is
a very busy man.

He's got prior commitments
to his customers

and you guys have no g*ns

and he's not interested
in your family feud.

Ain't gonna be no family feud,

I'm gonna get the
information we need.

Mustafa: Don't hit him anymore!

He's telling the truth.

How you know?

'Cause I took 'em.

- Hassan: Where are they?
- In a furnace.

Melted down. That
way if five-o rolls up,

they don't have
any evidence on us

and you can't sell any
stolen merchandise.

No, Hassan! Mustafa's right.

This has gone too
far, you hear me, boy?

Boy? Who you callin' "boy"?

- You don't talk to me like that!
- I'm your father!

Yeah. And you're outta
touch. It's time you realize,

you're not running
things anymore.

I am.

Don't worry, Mr. V,

we'll do the deal
with those Irish boys,

you'll have your g*ns.

[Tense music playing]

I had this speech all made
up about how I did what I did

because I was afraid to fail.

And how that all this has to do

with my screwed-up childhood.

But the hell with all of that.

After a certain age,

it's all a lot of bull.

A good man doesn't
let down his family.

Or himself.

And god help me,

I want to be that man.

How many times have I
heard that before, huh?

Look, Eduardo,

I never stopped
loving any of you.

I know that, that
ain't good enough.

[Sighs]

I want you to help me.

I want you to go with
me to a drug program.

[Sighs] Okay.

I'm there.

J.c.: Yo, Eddie. Hurry up, man.

Get dressed. We're late.

I've lost too much.

I don't want to lose you, too.

Cooper: All right. Everybody's
here. I want you to listen up.

The Hawkins and
the Irish have set up

a g*n depot in the bowery.

All right, you. I want
you at the front entrance

of the loading bay, here.

I got two units at
the back entrance.

The rest are upstairs.

Five in the front.

Four in the back.

My people are
here, here, and here.

All right. I want
everybody to look sharp.

No Rambo crap.

And you.

I want you to memorize
these fields of fire

because I don't want you
guys in them, understand?

[Upbeat music playing]

Cooper: How long?

Oh, well, that's great!
What genius let that happen?

And you wonder why we don't
like to cooperate with you people.

- Damn it!
- What people?

You people. The suits. Feds.

That was the ins. They just
released nestor valenzuela.

Ah, if he gets to the Hawkins'
all hell will break loose.

Well, that's very
astute, agent Weston,

the bust goes down in an hour.

Actually i'm, uh...

I'm sorry, Mr. V,
but you ain't comin'.

How do I know you and your crew ain't
gonna Jack us soon as we make the score?

How about 'cause y'all have
us outnumbered two to one?

Hassan: I don't know
what you got there.

Jamal, you come with me.

Mr. V., you just chill.

It's okay, hermano.

You get the g*ns.

I'll stay here and
drink his father's liquor.

Yeah. You keep Mustafa
nice until we get back.

Make sure he don't hurt himself.

[Upbeat music playing]

[Tyrone laughs]

You never could play the rails!

[Chuckles]

There's something
I want you to know.

I was wrong, wrong
about a lot of things.

In my heart, I always knew
that you were our future.

But Hassan?

He reminded me of
myself when I was young.

He just takes what he wants,

runs over people.

But that's all he can do.

You?

You are the one with the vision.

I'm the one who was blind.

Dad, let's not do this now.

Come on. Let's get you to bed.

Don't let Hassan
ruin our family.

I won't, dad.

[Phone ringing]

Tyrone: Hello?

Muchos gracias.

Mustafa,

- take Mr. Valenzuela's g*n.
- Mustafa: Why?

Because I just
spoke on the phone

with real Mr. Valenzuela.

So this Mr. Valenzuela
must be a cop.

- Get serious, huh?
- Tyrone: I'm real serious.

- Don't move.
- Eddie: You're making a mistake.

Then the depot is a set-up.

b*stard, you set up my brother.

Tyrone: You hold him here.

If he moves, k*ll him.

I've gotta head off Hassan.

Mustafa: You son of a b*tch.

I ought to blow your
head off right now!

- Mustafa, listen to me...
- listening to you is what got us

into this trouble
in the first place.

I'm tryin' to take
our family straight,

and you come in here
waving easy money...

Nobody forced Hassan
to steal those g*ns.

Now, if you really
want to help your family,

you won't let this
get any further!

- Cut me loose.
- What? So you can k*ll my brother?

Use your head! Your
brother and your father

are walking right
into a firefight.

Now if you let me go,
maybe I can save them.

Oh, and I'm just supposed
to trust you, right?

I'm the only chance you got.

Now come on,
you're wasting time.

[Dramatic music playing]

Eddie: Come on. Let's move.

Man: Hey, bro, how ya doin'?

Yeah. Bring it in here.

They just pulled
in right on time.

Theo, you get the guards.
Leo, you get the crate.

E-man, c'mon, baby.
Let's check out these boxes.

Let's get this rollin'!

Jamal, the g*ns I got for
you, you gonna be so happy.

Freeze! Police!

Drop your weapons!

Now!

J.c.: Drop it! Drop it! Now!

Cooper: Listen
to me! Drop it now!

Well, well, well.
If it ain't five-o.

Drop your g*n
now. Drop! Drop it!

- It's not gonna work, man.
- Hold your fire.

If you rush me, he's dead.

Now, back off. Back off!

Weston: Forget it,
Hassan. It's over!

Hassan: No, it ain't! He's over.

Mustafa: Don't
let them sh**t him.

Cooper: Look around, Hassan.
There's no way out. Drop it.

It doesn't look like he's
giving us any choice.

Now, you stay out
of this! Stay back!

Cooper: You sh**t him, you die!

You understand what I'm saying?

-Back off!
-Weston: Forget it, Hassan! It's finished!

Cooper: I said drop the
g*n, Hassan. That's it.

I can end this.

Mustafa, he'll sh**t you.

- Hassan!
- Eddie: Don't sh**t.

We got played, man.

They had a better game than us.

It's over.

Hassan, please put the g*n down.

It's gonna be okay,
man. We can deal.

Deal?

That's it, stafa?

You sold me out to
save your own a*s.

No, man. I would never
do that. I'm your brother.

Why don't you
listen to him, man?

You're not hard
enough to stop a b*llet.

No, shut up before I
blow your brains out.

You played me, stafa.

And you know what they say.

If you play, you got to pay.

[Groans]

Oh, my god.

Mustafa, man.

Did you roll on me?

No, man. Never.

[Dramatic music playing]

♪ Man made them happy ♪

[James brown's "it's a
man's man's man's world"]

♪ 'Cause man made the toys ♪

♪ and after man
makes everything ♪

♪ everything he can ♪

♪ you know that
man makes money ♪

♪ to buy from other men ♪

♪ this is a man's world ♪

♪ but it wouldn't
be nothin', nothin' ♪

♪ not one little thing
without a woman or a girl ♪

♪ he's lost ♪

♪ in the wilderness ♪

♪ he's lost ♪

♪ in bitterness ♪

♪ he's lost ♪