The Fugitive

Cracker coming up on you.

Don't look 5-0.

Yo, what up with this white boy?

Hey.

What's up? You guys are Whip Street 7's, right?

Who the hell you think you are, bitch?

Coming around here talking my dub, you dub-less.

What you know about Whip Street?

- I know your territory spreads 12 blocks west and 8 blocks south.

And I know that 'cause I made it possible.

- Let me bother this shit-talking white boy.

I'm not talking shit.

I was inside with Alfredo Mengiora.

I was his money guy. He gave me protection.

- Bullshit. - You want to kill me?

Do it.

But when Alfredo finds out you killed his numbers man,

you're as good as dead.

Okay. Let's find out.

Get up there.

Go. - Home.

Move. Two seconds.

THE FUGITIVE

FOUR AND A HALF YEARS AGO - To my little brother.

You might be the youngest in Goldman Sachs history,

but you still got the smallest pecker in the Financial District.

There it is!

Hope that doesn't run in the family.

That would be a shame.

What's your name?

Denise.

- I'm gonna go to the little ladies' room,

but don't you run off.

I won't.

- All right, speaking of women in our lives,

I've got two of them waiting for me at home.

No, no, no! I got to close this deal.

- No. Sunrise, I'm gonna have a 6-year-old bouncing on top of me

wanting to play. - Oh, give me 30 minutes.

20, okay?

I'm gonna go sleep in my car,

and then, when you're ready, we're gonna call an Uber

because you ain't closing this.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hold on, hold on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I want to... I want to tell you something.

Mom and Dad would be so proud.

Gonna have people reporting to you,

so enjoy it, Mikey.

You earned it.

- Hey. I'm standing on Mom and Dad's shoulders

and yours. - That's bullshit.

- You could have gone to college. You could have done what I do,

but you were the oldest. You let me.

I barely got out of high school.

So I'll say it again...

You earned it.

Mom and Dad are looking down with Grandma and Grandpa

and Uncle Jack and Aunt Dot, all smiling like crazy.

Come here.

I love you.

I love you, too. All right?

Now I'm gonna go nap while you, uh, wrap it up with Debbie.

- Delia. - Right.

Hey, partner.

What's the deal-ya, Delia?

Denise.

- What did I say? - It doesn't matter.

Can... Do you mind if I... - Sure.

Hey.

Hey, Mrs. Pollack is here.

Do you feel up to having a talk?

How are you feeling?

My brother's dead.

That woman's dead.

I feel like I've been beaten with a bat and I'm handcuffed to a bed.

- The DA's going for criminally negligent homicide.

I've done everything that I can,

but they're asking for max four years per count.

But I wasn't driving. I was asleep in the passenger's seat.

- The only two people who can testify to that

died in the accident.

And the state just gave me a report from an accident reconstruction.

It says, based on how your body was thrown from the car,

you were the one behind the wheel.