N.Y.C. Underground

- ( Gull caws )

- Man:
You know,

some people

don't like Brooklyn.

( Chuckles )

Me, i...

I think it's the land

of opportunity.

It's a place, you know,

where a man can

rise up and

build his dreams here,

you know?

It's... overcome

any obstacle that fate

sets in his path.

For instance,

an obstacle that has been

set in my path

is the federal bureau

of investigation.

( Grunting )

And by striving

to overcome that obstacle,

i found that the FBI...

Are suspiciously

well-informed as to...

The time and place...

Of certain

confidential transactions

on which

my business depends.

And a number of these transactions

occurred on your watch.

( Mumbling )

Which makes me wonder if...

if you might be the source

of that information.

- ( Mumbling )

- ( Laughing )

- Okay.

- ( Chair scraping )

Well, this concludes

my introductory remarks.

I'm now going to turn

the proceedings over

to Mr. white.

He's going to crush

and mutilate

various portions

of your body

until he's convinced

he knows your thinking

on this matter.

- ( Chuckles )

- ( Grunting )

Yeah.

Man:
You wanna talk? This

what you get right here.

- ( Moans )

- Yeah, baby!

- Hey, rat, look at me. Look at me!

- ( Choir singing )

- Look at me, bitch!

- Man:
Whoo!

That's how you do it.

( Techno music playing )

Dark cries

hidden places

undercover,

twisted faces

dark cries

hidden places

undercover,

twisted faces

i feel alive

when I'm close to the edge

in the city,

you gotta keep a step ahead

straight lie

instead of doin' time

gotta try to keep

this head of mine

on the corners

in the streets

you gotta watch

the people you meet

pimps and broads

and jokers and frauds

there's always somethin' going

on behind the closed doors

hey, where did it all go?

Hey, all the love

in the city

hey, does anybody know

hey, where they love

in the city?

The city

dark cries

hidden places

undercover,

twisted faces

i look around,

what do i see?

Crazy world

turning in on me

i can't move,

i can't breathe

some crazy motherf-ker

tryin' look and see

these dirty streets

are getting me down

gotta get myself

outta this town

these pimps and broads

and jokers and frauds

and always somethin'

going on behind closed doors

hey, where did it all go?

Hey, all the love

in the city.

Woman:
Greg?

( Classical music playing )

Greg, you don't

wanna be late!

Greg?

Greg!

Never marry, my son.

Your father's parting

words of advice.

I heard that.

( Men laugh )

Is your brother

home yet?

- ( Rock music playing )

- ( Laughs )

( Girl laughs )

Hey, that's a lot

of salvia.

Guy:

Oh, that's a lot, dude.

- Oh, dude, it's all right, calm down.

- ( Groans )

Oh, there he goes,

there he goes.

He's gonna trip out.

- Come on, come on!

- Shit, dude... ( Shouting )

( Laughter )

It's the Internet

superstar.

10,000 hits

since last night.

Dude, check it out.

( Laughter )

- Oh my God.

- I can't feel my fucking hands!

( Shouting, swearing

from phone )

Woman over P.A.:
Bobby kroupa, please

report to the principal's office.

Bobby kroupa, please report

to the principal's office.

- Hey, Dylan.

- What's up, guys?

- Dylan, my man.

- What's up, dude?

- All right.

- What's going on, man?

- All right. See you after practice,

all right? - Yeah.

- ( Car honks )

- Give it up, d.

- Oh shit!

- Give it up, d!

- Get the f*ck off me!

- Where's that secret bang for tonight, man?

- You'll know when i know, dude.

- Hey, man, give it up

or you're gonna have to carry me

home. I ain't playin' with you.

Brooklyn somewhere, man.

I told you, i don't know yet.

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