Power (పవర్)

Ripped By mstoll

Tell me I'm beautiful.

You know you are.

Boss is here.

- ( Music playing ) - Y'all hear that?

"The boss is here."

- To Truth. - All: To Truth!

- Woman: I know, girl. - Woman #2: Whoo!

Let me make some rounds.

- Baby, I'll be back. - Where you going?

- I gotta handle some details. - Don't you have people for that?

It's called customer service, Tasha.

I do this part myself.

Excuse me. More champagne, more vodka,

- more everything. - Ooh, wait, wait, hold up.

Bring some Henny and bring some Patron.

Head count's at 400 and it's not even midnight.

Fire marshal told us to keep it under 325,

so if he shows up, we're fucked.

Place is fucking bananas. You might be worth the risk.

I told you that's all behind me now, and I delivered.

It's the best goddamn nightclub opening the whole year.

- My whole database turned out. - Yeah, you know the right people.

And it's banging tonight, but we stay in business

if we keep the music hot, the women hotter,

and make it damn near impossible to get in this fucking door.

- Even for my VIPs? - Come on, fuck your VIPs.

We gonna redefine the word.

Man: Boss.

Hey, boss. They want you downstairs.

- Who wants me? - Tommy.

Should I come, too?

You wait in the car.

You think you can fucking steal from me and then just walk the fuck away?

I didn't do anything, man.

She don't know nothing!

Okay, look! Hey, hey, look! Hey, I stole from you.

Okay, it was me. Look, please, man.

- Okay, it's not her fault. - ( woman crying )

You're right there, Miguel. It's not Maria's fault, it's yours.

You have your opportunity to make this right.

All you have to do is tell me where you hid my shit.

I can't. I can't.

He's not listening to me, Maria.

Here, you talk to him.

- What the fuck is going on? - Ghost, meet Miguel Alvarez

and his fiancée Maria.

Cruz was driving his route when this motherfucker jumped him,

shot him in the head.

- Cruz, so he got-- - The money! A whole day's paper.

- We get it back? - No.

He handed it off before Victor tracked him down.

Wasn't enough to kill him.

This greedy motherfucker stole Cruz's phone,

led us right to his place. Found him in bed with her.

Moron thought he was home free,

about to have his celebration fuck.

Why the fuck would you bring him here?

- Hmm? - It's opening night.

I got a full house upstairs.

I thought you'd want to teach this motherfucker a lesson.

- And the girl? - He needed some persuasion to talk.

What?

We got to let her go.

Tommy, think.

This girl has brothers, cousins,

someone who gives a fuck about her.

You fuck with her, they come running, looking for her.

They come with machetes or they come with guns.

Hermanos Taínos, Soldado Nation.

People we deal with, or worse, people we don't.

- Say good-bye to Maria, Miguel. - No, Miguel.

Hey, I'm sorry.

Miguel, por favor.

Miguel, please! Miguel! Miguel!

Go home, take a shower.

I'll send my man here with you, okay? You give him these clothes.

You go to work tomorrow like nothing happened.

If somebody ask you, you and Miguelito broke up, understand?

You were never here.

Si! Si!

You stay with her till she's out of the shower,

- then burn her clothes. - Miguel!

Maria! I'm sorry!

Miguel!

Well, well, here we are, Miguelito.

You and me,

two men who would rather be anywhere but here.

I know I had other plans. How about you?

I know you had a plan, Miguel.

You didn't hit my moneyman by chance.

Someone told you where to go, who to hit.

Man, I ain't gonna tell you shit.

Mira, mira. We let Maria go.

Tell me who set this up,

- and I'll let you go, too. - I can't. I can't. I can't.

Ple-- please, man. Please, okay?

I swear to God. I swear to God. Oh, God.

We both know how this ends.

Neither one of us walks out of here a happy man, huh?

I don't wanna rat. I don't.

- What? - Yes.

Mrs. St. Patrick. You seen the boss?

I want to show him the numbers so far tonight.

- We're killing it. - No, but you can show them to me.

I don't know if I'm supposed to do that.

You can show them to me.

We're having an amazing night. Off the charts.

If you say so.

He's cute.

Your problem is, Miguel,

you suffer from a serious case of misplaced loyalty.

The men you're protecting sent you out to steal

from the wrong motherfuckers tonight.

Either they overestimated you or they underestimated us,

but they left you hanging out to dry, partner.

Tell me who hired you

and then you can come work for us.

You still have a choice, Miguelito.

I'm not afraid to die.

And I'm not afraid to kill you.

Uhh!

Clean that up. I want this shit spotless,

like it never fucking happened!

This shit makes no sense. We had 19 drivers

delivering product tonight, right?

20. Sabueso caught a bachelor party.

- Had to stay on to deliver. - And this motherfucker here hits Cruz

when he's holding the money from all the day runs?

Plus we did that brick drop tonight.

- The wholesale shit. - Right.

So Cruz is carrying today's cash

from our whole fucking organization, Tommy.

The whole fucking organization. If he gets here 20 minutes later,

after he's made the drop at the house,

they get nothing. What does that tell you?

Asshole was working with one of our people.

What if it's someone who knows our fucking business?

Taínos, Rock Street Killers, Soldado Nation.

Why would they bite the hand that feeds them?

They fuck with us, they lose their distro.

Because everybody hates middle management, man.

Maybe they wanted to go straight to the source.

Shit, none of these guys got the stones

to fuck with Lobos directly.

Still, the Soldados or Hermanos Taínos

wanted to take us down, they'd hit all our people, all at once.

Which means we have to take everybody off the street now.

Close the store?

We can't afford to get hit again.

If one of our people is behind this, we don't know who they're working with.

We don't know who to hit back.

We can't stand around with our dicks in our hands

waiting on the other guy to make his next move.