Sucker Free City

What's up, boy?

Which one is it? Just shut up, a'ight?

I don't feel like talking right now.

Why you gotta tell me to shut up for?

'Cause your little ass shouldn't be here, anyway.

You should be at school.

It ain't my fault.

Sleepy told me to roll.

Oh, sleepy told you to roll, huh?

He always tells you to roll.

Like I can tell him no.

Like you would tell him no, man.

So what?

Ain't nothing gonna happen to me if I get busted.

That's what sleepy says.

So that's what sleepy say, huh?

Look, just shut up, man. Just stop talking.

You think you're my daddy?

Password...

Motherfucker, you know the password.

Ain't nothing change in Sucker Free, boy.

What's up?

'Bout time, nigga.

Should blast this nigga for taking so fuckin' long.

You sure im-fucking-patient

for somebody who's so goddamn late.

What up, boy?

Not a thing, nigga.

See ya. Take it light.

Hey, man, I'll tell you this,

if it ain't our kid, you can turn that other shit off.

That shit is real.

You feeling me? You feeling me on this?

Man, come on. You don't know nothing about...

shit, it's the po-po!

5-0? Yo, we all right?

Give me your bag! Get the bag.

Give me the gun. nigga, give me the gun!

Hey, yo, I already counted how much in here, a'ight?

Come back short, don't come back at all, lil' 'O.'

Why you gotta tell me that?

Take this.

Don't move, fellas.

It's all coolio, officers.

Face forward. A'ight, a'ight.

You got any heat?

No, we unarmed, Mr. Officer, sir.

Where's the kid?

Kid?

Yeah, fuckhead. There was a kid in your car.

He a runner? Oh, yeah, him.

He was getting antsy, Mr. Officer.

They gotta get out and stretch their legs a little.

Yeah, yeah. Stand up, stand up.

Put your hands in your pocket, guys.

Face straight ahead. A'ight.

Nothing in the car? Nah, the car's clean.

Hey, uh...

eyes forward.

I was just reading recently in a time magazine article

about how, with officers, the suicide rate is high.

You know, they are more prone to spousal abuse.

Abuse on their family members and kids and alcoholism.

You know, the rate is high.

What you think about that?

Don't believe everything you read.

What's up, Nick? Come on, get in.

Hey, Nick, I know you got them numbers for me, homey.

Not yet.

Yo, I know you ain't just throw trash in my ride, homey.

Shit's full of garbage anyway, man!

Yeah, but, you know, this is my garbage,

not anyone else's, see?

My ride, my garbage.

That's fucked up, dude.

Fucking bullshit.

You know some bullshit? This right here.

Working in that job, waking up hell a early,

so you can do what... stuff envelopes, make coffee,

sit on a xerox machine all day?

I do this shit for money.

Money? Money? You ain't making shit.

Come on.

You're gonna make more money off them numbers

than what you do in a fucking week on the payroll.

I'm talking about long-term money, kid.

Check me in a couple years. I'm gonna be all pimped out.

Whatever you say, homey.

Fuck you, man. Just give me a ride to work.

Fuck out of here. You need to take the bus.

That's for people like you... nine-to-fivers.

You take the bus.

You're right here.

You still gotta take the fucking bus.

That's fucked up, man. I'm gonna remember this.

What's up?

What are you doing?!

I'm just fucking with you.

It's not fucking funny, man, all right?

You thought I was 5-0.

Don't scare me like that, seriously.

You don't got no fucking lunch to go to or some shit?

No asses to kiss today?

No, no. I had a lunch, but I bailed.

No, I thought I'd come back here and get a couple things done

while those assholes were on their appetizers.

You see, everything's there for the taking, Nick.

It's just a matter of who wants it more.

Yo, yo, listen, I was gonna ask you something.

All right. What's up?

I was wondering if you could, uh...

if you could hook me up, you know.

You know, if you could hook me up with some shorts.

Shorts?

Shorts.

That's what it's called, right?

Look, man, nobody's around, all right?

Just fucking say it.

You know... Cocaine.

Shoes, man.

You mean you want me to hook you up with some shoes.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

You think you could, uh, hook that up?

Yeah, I can talk to one of my boys.

All right, cool, cool.

All right, man.

How many names you got?

I got, like, five.

I'll tell you over here. Come on.

Yo, it's gonna be, like, $200 each, man.

The fuck outta here. You must be smoking, homes.

Hey, hey, hey.

These white-collar motherfuckers I'm talking about, dude.

This is visa gold, master card platinum shit.

Hey, come here.

Dude, you could run up over a 'G' on any of these.

Nobody's gonna be calling

on some 'unusual activities' bullshit.

Think how many good guys there are in this city.

You could walk into any one of them, man,

charge, like, $1,500 on these,

get some serious, tight shit this time, man.

If it's like that,

why don't the fuck you do it, homey?

I know you in the zone, but you fucking stupid?

I work at the place.

If they fucking notice the extra charges,

first thing they gonna do is check their own employees.

You use this shit,

nobody's gonna trace this back to you, man.

Who the fuck's gonna make a connection

between me and you, play a?

That's five numbers at $200 each, man.

That's a 'G' I'm dropping right off the bat.

And even if I break even,

that shit ain't worth the risk, Nick.

You're sending me right back to the joint.

I ain't goin'... I'm not doing another bit.

You wanna go $500, we can go $500.

No, no, fuck that shit.

Take this list, all right?

You bring it down to Sergei.

Yeah, his dirty Russian ass gonna charge me $250

to make the bootleg, plastic-ass cards.

I got expenditures, man.

Yo, this is fucking america.

You gotta spend money to make money, man.

No, the first thing they teach you

in the school of business is supply and demand, a'ight?

And at those prices, the demand is low, partner.

All right, fuck it. Fuck it. $750.

$750 or I'll walk, straight up, dude.

You know you fucking gaffin' my ass, man.

You could at least hook a play a up

with, like, I don't know, a gamecube or something.

I'll get you a fucking atari 2600, broken.

Give me.

Hey, when you get to H.P.,

you better get with them niggas quick-style

before they fuck your white-boy ass up.

I ain't even trippin', dog.

Watch your back.

Mom, I don't even know why you want to keep these.

I mean, they're so old.

They've always been with us, sweetie...

before this house,

before you and your brother were even born.

They make everywhere we live feel like home.

Yeah, like a convalescent home.

Oh, look who's decided to show up.

I tried to call you on your cellphone.

You had it turned off again. You missed dinner.

Was it good?

It was bittersweet.

It was the last meal we'll ever have in this house.

We wish you'd been here.

Sorry. Uh, look, I grabbed a burrito.

You could've called. We kept waiting for you.

Those are very fragile.

Hey, pops. Hey.