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I don't know what the f***

is going on here.

Shut the f*** up!

F*** you. F*** you, that's my sh*t!

It's in my house.

No, I don't got nothing to do with this sh*t.

Yo! Why don't we just put the guns down?

Man, I just deliver packages for a living.

What the f*** am I doing here?

What a day.

Shut the f*** up!

Brain, brain, go away

Come to play another day

Go away, go away

7500 Wissahickon Avenue.

Apartment 303, Philadelphia.

- Spell it.

- You serious?

Phila-del-phia, 19144.

Apartment 303.

You sure about that?

Hell, yeah, I'm sure.

I know where I live.

- Be sure you're there to sign for it.

- Don't worry. We'll be here.

Rhino.

Take that.

We gotta a couple of hours to set that off.

You sure you can trust that lady

with this much work?

Right now, I got no choice.

After that loss I took from Carlos...

Speaking of Carlos, I found him.

He's in the car.

Let me out! F***, man!

- Look what the f*** he did to my face, man.

- What the f***?

- You think I give a f*** about your face?

- I don't have it.

Let me tell you what happened.

I wasn't feeling it.

I got the money from Jess.

I was ready to roll and I go to the airport,

and just when I'm about to get on the plane

the Feds snatched me up and took it.

Look, I swear to God!

I just didn't know how to tell you.

'Cause you're f***ing crazy.

I'm supposed to believe the Feds found

$700,000 in your f***ing suitcase?

- I'm not lying!

- That's what you want me to believe?

I'm not lying, all right? F***.

- F***, I'm not lying.

- Do him a favor.

No, Bodega. No!

And in other news, following up on

the story we left you yesterday,

three masked gunmen apparently robbed

the Prestige Bank

on the corner of Broad and Olney.

Early details were sketchy.

However, police now believe

that the would-be robbers

who intended to set it off,

really never set it off at all.

Authorities say that

all of the bank's funds are intact

and the only thing stolen

were the bank's surveillance tapes.

- Sh*t.

- Sandy Carter reporting live

from Center City...

Surveillance tapes? Idiots!

Surveillance tapes? For real?

Surveillance tapes, f***!

- It ain't my fault.

- What?

You're trying to say it's my fault?

It ain't my fault.

You had us go up in that bank

in the first place.

What? Bro, all I said was...

You keep the car running.

We might as well all just go in there.

You know what I'm saying?

It's the three of us.

We're in and we're out. All right?

What's up, man?

Y'all looking at me like that.

- You ready for the money?

- Let's do it!

- Okay then, let's go!

- I need a gun, dawg! I need a gun.

- Man, my fault, my fault, my fault.

- Man.

Yeah, you know what time it is.

Get on the floor, now!

Dawg, don't make it a homicide.

Do what the f*** you're told.

What you talking? It was perfect.

Turn around.

Hassie had the guard.

I had the floor locked down.

Everybody be quiet, don't say sh*t!

Give me these glasses

so I can see that paper.

All you had to do was...

Hit the safe.

- Stop right there, Guch.

- What?

I could have sworn I heard you say...

Yo. Get the tapes.

Why would I toss you a trash bag

and ask you to get the tapes? Why?

You rise up in there

like Billy the Kid, with the AK out.

At least I'm thinking

you're gonna hit the drawers.

There better not be no pork in this either.

Come on, come on, give me them tapes.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

You're trying to tell me

the whole time you was in the vault

you ain't see no money?

- Brody, come on, man!

- I've got it, Guch. I'm coming.

My adrenalin was running.

I don't remember.

I probably didn't see no money.

Guys, I got it. I got it. Let's go!

Yeah, even with the boy's glasses on,

you didn't see no money, right?

That's 'cause you play too much.

- Let's get out.

- Come on. Open the door!

Open the door!

What the f***, man?

F***. My bad, yo, my bad.

Come on, let's go! Yo, Brody!

I should've gave it to that fat bastard.

Man, if my sh*t was working right...

What's wrong with your sh*t, Guch?

I don't know, man.

I think the pin's f***ed up or something.

It's like for some reason,

you can pull the trigger one time...

Come on, man.

Stop pointing that gun at me.

Come on, man. I ain't gonna shoot you

with the motherfucking gun.

I know what I'm doing.

I'm saying, you pull this trigger one time,

man, it'll shoot out every bullet in this clip.

Yeah, you could cut

that fat bastard down, for real.

Yeah, I'll cut that fat bastard down,

and 10 more motherfuckers

standing behind him, man.

Sh*t. We're in this b*tch now,

we ain't got no damn ride.

- That sh*t was stolen anyway.

- So what?

You're the only dude I know

ride around in a stolen car for two years

and act like it's yours.

Well, I ain't got time

to be stealing cars every day.

Don't blame me.

Blame your boy right there.

He the one who locked the doors.

Who? That's your boy.

That's your boy.

He told me you let him move in here.

He said

you told him he could move in.

What? Ask him.

You ask him. You're bitching up about him.

Acting like...

I don't have a problem with it.

I'll ask him right now.

It ain't nothing to me, man.

Hassie! Wake up. Yo! Wake up.

What?

Like, who said

you could live here?

Y'all did.

Damn!

Stupid motherfuckers

waking me up. Sh*t.

That's your boy.

You heard what he just said.

He said y'all. He didn't say me.

I don't even know this dude.

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