All About the Benjamins

Shit!

Bail enforcement! Lil J,|don't you f*ckin' move!

Listen, I can explain, OK?|Let me explain it!

What the hell you watchin'?!|Sit down!

OK. I was comin' down|to see y'all today, OK?

I called my mom to|give me a f*ckin' lift...

...'cause my bike broke down!

Yeah, tell it to Martinez!

He's used to hearin' that bullshit.

On your feet.|Come on.

Hands on your head.

Don't get gitchy.|Relax.

How about I just give you|a little somethin', huh?

A little somethin' to|make this go away, maybe?

Come on, Tyson.|F*ckin' bounty hunters...

...don't make no real cheese,|anyway, do ya?

Get on the f*cking--

You ain't got no money,|'cause if you did...

...you wouldn't live in a trailer park.

I ain't goin' back to f*ckin' jail.

Oh, yeah. You goin'.

Baby!

Get off of my motherf*ckin' boyfriend!

- Get out of my house!|- Oh, shit!

Oh, shit!

You OK, baby?|Get his ass, baby, get him!

Shoot that motherf*cker!

Blast him!|Blast that motherf*cker!

I'll be goddamned!

Crazy ho!

Shit!

Got your ass now!|Uh-huh, motherf*cker!

Hands behind your back!

You're goin' to f*ckin' jail!

Where is he?

I took him to County.

County?! I was supposed|to take him to County.

You were supposed to take him to County?

Yeah.

I didn't hear that part.

Bucum, why is it every time|I send you out on a job...

...there are always gunshots reported?

Why is that?

Because people don't mind|their own f*ckin' business.

If they stay outta mine's...

...you wouldn't hear|gunshots reported.

Oh, that's very funny.

Sorry if I forgot to laugh...

...but I've been on the phone|for an hour...

...and 27 minutes straight|with Miami P.D...

- ...cleanin' up your shit.|- And?

What you want me to do?|Start knockin' on the door?

"Hey, Martinez wanna holler at you.

Come with me."

Or do you want me to|go in and get 'em?

Oh, you get 'em.|It's just how you get 'em.

Get you when I come out.

- Got it.|- I'm talkin' to you!

You walkin' away from me?

Yeah. I've got to find|the sports section.

Look at this, huh?

It's my second pack|of cigarettes this morning...

...and I just quit today.

Jesus Christ. Why do I|even bother with this guy?

Hey, Pam, what's shakin'?

Nothin' but ass.

Did the Heat beat the Knicks last night?

The Heat lost by one point.

I put your little fish|on your desk over there.

I heard you almost got shot again today.

Almost don't count.

You should have took me with you.

I could have had your back.

- Maybe next time.|- Right.

Well, anyway, next time you decide...

...you want to spend $600 on a fish...

...why don't you just|send me to St. Thomas...

...and I can catch|his little ass for you.

Change, please.

Don't make me mess up my nails.

Thank you, Pam.

It's a little short.

You know what you need,|Bucum? A partner.

Somebody to help you|apprehend these guys...

...without shots being|fired all the time.

Well, stop bullshittin'|and put me on the payroll!

I can get some real bonds, maybe|I can get a f*ckin' Tonto.

You know I can't insure you.|You're too high a risk.

I don't see nobody else in here...

...bringin' Lil J in,|so insured or not...

...I'm the best nigga you got,|so can I at least get paid?

Little more grip,|little less lip.

You know what?

At these prices, man,|I might have to...

...go in business for myself.

Bucum P.I. firm ain't soundin'|too bad right about now.

Ain't that right, Pam?

Yep...or you could|win the lottery.

You know, it's up to|$60 million right now.

And we got a pool goin'|in my apartment complex.

I can get you in on it.

Black people don't win that shit.

You either gotta be old or Puerto Rican.

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