Full Circle

- man: Where's the fucking... - Man: I don't know!

Where's the fucking money!

Where's the fucking money!

I don't know!

Where is the fucking money!

I don't know, I swear!

I don't know!

Breathe.

Come on, man... Come on.

Just don't go to sleep.

Don't go to sleep.

man: I never planned for it to be like this.

Some mistakes you can never take back.

A near-death experience can make you realize that life's a gift

that can be taken at any time and you'll be forced

with a decision to either go out gracefully or go out swinging.

For me, the choice was obvious,

especially when there's something worth fighting for.

But let me take you back a day so you can fully understand why.

Man: Okay, I got two plain with mushroom going to 1420 Dekalb

and three pepperoni going to 325 Knickerbocker.

Who's taking 'em?

Man'. That's me... Anthem.

But with an "I", not a

I'm a pizza delivery boy with dreams

of becoming a real estate mogul.

I mean, come on, man.

I'm not trying to deliver pizzas all my life.

There's nothing sexy about that.

- Ronnie's taking 'em. - What?

That's Ronnie, my best friend since I was four years old.

An aspiring architect, but for now,

stuck in the same shit boat as me.

Nothing sexy about that either.

This is Tony's.

Located in Bushwick, Brooklyn.

This place has been my home since I was seven years old.

When my dad died, Tony took me in as one of his own.

Him and my dad were best friends.

Friendship?

That means everything here.

How you gonna volunteer me for some shit

you know I don't wanna do, man?

Just so your lazy ass can sit there

and eat tortellinis all day?

What, 'cause you got me this job?

Yeah, 'cause I got you the job here.

Is that how you're gonna talk to your best friend

for over 15 years, huh?

The one who used to bring you back in the dodge-ball game

every time I caught the ball?

Who used to beat the little kids in the sandbox

with the plastic shovel every time they'd bully you.

Me... The sandbox, man.

That's how far we go back.

I would try to reverse the role on him,

but he's actually the one who would beat the kids

in the sandbox for me.

Shit, he's been looking out for me since day one.

Look at my little ass.

See, I always had to act and get into some type of trouble,

whether I would find it or it would find me.

Did I say you could touch my scooter?

I don't know.

Who told you you could touch it?

Ronnie went through puberty real fast so he was a big kid.

He used to roll up to anybody messing with me and be like...

What's up, motherfucker?

Why you messing with my brother for?

I'll slap the shit outta y'all.

They would back off real quick.

As we got older, he kind of stayed the same size

and didn't get much bigger.

So that whole act didn't really work too much more.

But his mentality stayed the same.

Ronnie was one stubborn kid.

That was my girl.

Oh, what's up, mamacita?

Hey, what's up, papicito?

You know, you're so fly, I have to make a song about you, right?

Oh yeah?

Yeah, it goes a little something like this;

Hey, mack.

You made a song about my girl?

Oh, that's your girl?

Yo, Anthoni, I'm gonna beat the fucking lips off you, man.

You're doing none of the above.

Back up off my brother 'fore I beat the shi...

You see what I mean by not working anymore?

But that's Ronnie for you.

Who's the wing man Neanderthal looking bitches for you?

Big ugly bitches just so you can get your rocks off.

Me.

You gonna talk to me like that in front of this...

beautiful girl just trying to order some pizza?

- What's your name? - Lisa.

Nah, I usually don't talk to him like this.

I'm actually quite the gentlemen.

See these waffles?

I baked them.

Hey, enough... Deliver the pizza.

All right, Tony.

All right, man.

Tony.

Tony: Very cute.

- "Deliver the pizzas!" - G'head.

- "Deliver the pizzas!" - G'head.

Tony.

Why you always let those bookey motherfuckers

take the money you work so hard for?

You ask me if I have a choice in the matter.

You know those men they work for?

Who?

- Lomatic. - Lomatic.

Now that's one evil, ruthless piece of shit right there.

A pure psychopath in every sense.

Over the years, he's managed to build an empire under him,

extorting mom and pop shops in the area,

Tony's being one of them.

Anybody he felt threatened by, offended by,

didn't pay up on time, he would just kill.

I mean, pure and simple.

You couldn't even fucking fart in this guy's presence

without sustaining some type of injury.

I heard hundreds of foul stories about him.

Shit, I heard onetime,

some pregnant chick didn't pay him on time

and he ended up using her stomach as a footstool

for a week.

Now this ain't your average neighborhood thug.

The word is he did a 15-year bit up north, got out

and vowed to never be in an uncomfortable position again.

I guess the prison conditions really got to him,

'cause now he's the most comfortable gangster.

YOU'VE EVER SEEN.

I'm talking silk drawers, Tempur-Pedic mattress,

100% cotton bathrobe, custom suits...

Shit, I heard one time he shot one of his own guys

because he bought him the bed sheets

with the wrong thread count.

That's how fucked up in the head he is.

But I mean, his signature, his MO,

is burning people alive.

That's how you knew Lomatic was there.

Why, hello there.

Hi.

Got your pizza right here.

Thank you.

How much I owe you?

Uh, it comes out to $15 and 35 minutes with me.

What?

Here's a 20.

How much longer you gonna let me go on here, seriously?

You only walked three blocks.

Yeah, well, why didn't you walk the three blocks then?

And now I'm sitting here subtracting money off my tip

and you standing there with your hand out.

You know what... Whatever.

Fine... You keep it.

You sure you don't need any help with that?

Cut it up for you?

Serve it to you on a plate?

Maybe feed it to you like the queen of England?

Pizza's finally here, baby?

- Yeah. - Good.

'Cause I am starving.

Hey.

Oh...

So I take it you two don't like any sausage

on your pizza, huh?

Ew.

Wait, wait, wait.

I was always infatuated with you guys.

I always wondered how often do you, uh, clean the bean?

What?

You know.

Massage the vage.

What are you talking about?

You know.

Tickle the twat.

Goddamn!

Aren't you here at an odd time?

That's Gia, my little sister.

When our dad died, I kind of took over

the role model position.

My mom was barely home, working to pay the bills.

That's the life of a flight attendant for you.

So I pretty much raised her.

Well, me and rated-R television that is.

She's got quite a mouth on her, but she means everything to me.

Are you ever not in detention, huh?