First Lady II: Maria's Revenge

Oh, these look good.

Can I get some fruit snacks, mommy?

- We can go over there together, baby, stay by me, okay.

But it's right in the other aisle.

I know where they are,

we'll go over there in a second, okay, hold on.

Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

Michael, baby, come here.

Michael come here, baby.

No.

Let her go.

Mommy.

Nah, she not going no where.

Patrick, let her go.

You want her back, I wanted my wife.

And I wanted my man.

- Well, we all can't have what we want, now can we?

Patrick let her go.

No.

I will never let anything happen to you.

Yup, just like that.

Eight.

Nice and easy,

don't overdo it though. - Nine.

I got this.

Ten.

Okay, I see you been working hard.

Oh man, I gotta get back in shape.

I gotta get to Detroit.

Detroit, why you going back to Detroit?

You ain't got nothing to prove to nobody.

- Really? - Yeah, really.

I got a gang of shit to prove.

Okay.

Them motherfuckers tried to kill me.

They killed my mom, shit, somebody got to pay.

- Okay, so, let's say you do go back and they kill you,

or worse, they kill somebody else you love--

- Look, that shit right there not gon' happen again

from nobody.

See, ain't nobody gon' lay a motherfucking hand

on anybody I love, without me bodyin' them.

You can believe that.

- Your mom is gone and she's not coming back,

you need to chill.

Did you really just say that shit to me?

Look, man, I get it, but I got to get home.

I gotta do what I gotta do, man.

What about me?

You'll be fine.

Okay, what about us?

(sighs) Fuck it, look.

You know what it was, okay.

I never lied to you, I told you I'll be going home.

It's about time for me to make that happen.

I'mma miss you, Will.

Look, look, I'mma miss you too,

but look, that's too much.

Look, I'mma go get in the shower, okay.

Okay, yeah, you do that.

Just remember, you don't have shit to prove to nobody, Will.

- I know, but it's some shit I gotta prove to myself.

See they wanted a war and it's a war I'm 'bout to give 'em.

What's up, boy? - Shit, what's up, man?

- You know I want some juice, so I'm business?

Fuck business, what's up with you?

Shoot, nigga, I don't know.

Would be sometime in the morning.

They usually call me when he about an hour out.

What you gon' need?

- Brain, Robby and me, that should be good.

He can break everything down and they can hit the highway

and go how on the business, you feel me.

For sure.

Ey, let me ask you a question.

What though?

- Nobody still ain't seen that nigga Will yet?

Yo, no, it's like he disappeared.

But somebody's still flooding the city with his shit though.

We can't hit none of his houses

'cause all them bitches on high alert.

Who is moving his bag for him?

Man, who ain't moving it?

'Cause since Pat wife was murdered,

shit ain't been the same for us.

- Ay, nigga, you better watch what you saying,

that's my sister, nigga.

Nigga and that was my friend.

But she wouldn't want us out here losing money

because niggas in they feelings.

- Look, man, she didn't have shit to do with it.

- We at wat, it's always gon' be some casualties,

whether we like it or not.

- Yeah, the wives and children spose to be off limits.

What war you fighting?

There used to be a rule that on Sunday you could rest,

on Sunday, nothing bad would happen to you.

But now, a nigga would merk you

in front of Jesus if he got to.

Shit, yeah, you right about that.

Fuck!

Man, we shoulda killed that nigga when we had the chance.

Now we running in and out of time

trying to move shit that we was moving around here.

Niggas ain't fucking with us around here right now.

- That's 'cause we giving these niggas choices.

Dawg, ain't never been this soft before.

- Dawg, you better watch what you saying man,

niggas come up missing for shit like that.

- Nigga, our whole team going come up missing then,

'cause everybody saying the same shit.

- What? - These niggas on the street

think we some bitches, Cisco.

Shit, nigga, you a motherfucking liar.

Don't nobody think I'm no bitch.

And besides, when you getting money

everybody got something to say.

Niggas talks, bitches talk.

What the fuck you care for what somebody got to say

if they ain't your bills?

You getting money, nigga, right or wrong?

You right.

Well then, shut the fuck up.

Now I don't give a damn what nobody got to say they

that ain't paying my bills.

No.

That's easier said than done, man.

'Cause once the streets think you a bitch,

it's harder to get them to pay.

Well then, take what's yours.

In the words of Yung Miami, period.

- Speaking of which, all the drops over there.

- Right there? - Serious.

- See now that's the shit I'm talking about.

That's the what I like to hear.

Where it's at?

- Them right there. - Oh, right here?

Yeah.

- All right, man, look, I'mma hit you in the morning

when the bag touch, all right.

All right, man.

Ay, calm down man.

All right, dawg.

- Ay, man, your slow ass employees got my car ready?

Doubt it.

Yeah, me too.

Get your ass out of here.

- Hey, Sam, there is a Maria here to see you.

Good, tell her I'll be right with her.

Like I was saying, we'll talk before the week's out.

Okay, that'll be great.

I'll see you soon.

I hope so, you know, the older I get

the more I stop being sure what day it is.

- I understand, but hopefully, I'll see you soon.

- Sounds good. - All right.

Maria, come on in.

What's up, Sam?