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- It's next door.

Go get it.

I just need to get those key s there.

- Where is it?

- In the bedroom.

Go get it.

So how did he die?

He took pills and fell asleep.

- On purpose?

- Yes.

So how does that make you feel?

Just give me the wallet.

I don't feel nothing.

He was an a**hole and a f***ing coward.

Did your mama tell you that?

You both are.

I know you think a lot of ugly things

about Darrius, but he really loved you.

No, he didn't.

He never even came to see me once.

He couldn't, James.

Your mama asked the court

to make it illegal for him to see you.

You didn't know that?

It made his heart sick.

Well, he shouldn't have left

if it made him so sick.

Now, give me the wallet.

What up, man?

Hey, you got to leave, man.

I got money.

- How much?

- Enough.

- What up, man?

- What up, man?

- Get your little ass away from the door.

- How much?

- Two rocks.

- Two rocks?

Two rocks?

- That's 40. You got that much?

- Yeah.

- Where did you get it?

- I took it.

From who, your fine mom?

- His fine what?

- His mom.

- You'd f*** her too if you had the chance.

- I ain't f***ing no old-ass p*ssy.

No sh*t.

Two rocks.

Straight.

Yo, dude, we're just messing

with you though, man.

You be all right.

And Baby's about his height.

Baby 's about...

I'd give him about this here tall.

He's very short,

but he's a stocky type dude.

I thought that motherf***er

was like about 6'3", 6'4".

Hell, no.

Hell, no. Sh*t.

- Oh, for real?

- Them two used to click.

- Yep.

- Yeah.

That'd be cool right there.

- What's up, man?

- Nothing much.

- What you doing?

- Playing Xbox.

Xbox?

What's up, little man?

All right, yo, man, you know

you owe us some money, right?

Huh?

You owe us some money, man.

All that stuff we've been giving you, man,

you ain't never paid me back for it.

I do drops for you, and then plus

I just gave you 40 yesterday.

That's the point.

Go back where you got the 40 from

and get more.

Everything will be straight.

Where she keep it anyway?

- Who?

- Your mama.

She ain't got no money.

- Hey, don't lie to me, man.

- I ain't lying to you.

I got it from somebody else.

- Who?

- A dude down there in Marks.

Well, until you get your money

from over in Marks, I'm taking this sh*t.

This sh*t too.

- Man, you can't take my mama's stuff.

- Get the f*** off of me.

I said get the f*** off.

Get the f*** off of me, nigga.

Yo, man, you owe us a hundred bucks,

man, you get your stuff back.

Let's go, man.

Let's go.

Try to catch up with those guys.

You're f***ed, b*tch.

Hey, baby, come on. We're late.

James, where you going?

James, did you forget

about basketball sign-ups?

I don't wanna do it.

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