["Quarterback (Secure The Bag!)" by AJ Tracey playing] ♪ Gettin' to the bag, I want all of that Got her number, but I ain't callin' back ♪ ♪ Automatic whip, no stallin' that Manna call the plays like a quarterback ♪ ♪ Gettin' to the bag, I want all of that ♪ ♪ Got her number But I ain't callin' back ♪ ♪ Automatic whip, no stallin' that ♪ ♪ Manna call the plays Like a quarterback ♪ ♪ Gettin' to the bag, I want all of that ♪ ♪ Got her number But I ain't callin' back ♪ ♪ Automatic whip, no stallin' that Manna call the plays like a quarterback ♪ ♪ Gettin' to the bag, I want all of that Got her number, but I ain't callin' back ♪ ♪ Automatic whip, no stallin' that Manna call the plays like a quarterback ♪ ♪ I'm runnin' up checks like a doctor Tryna win gold like Oscar ♪ ♪ New flow, try and do it too, impostor ♪ ♪ Got 'em all runnin' off a beat Like Costa ♪ ♪ My team got a five-star roster ♪ ♪ Little bitch threw a fit When I tossed her ♪ ♪ If she wanna fuck twice That'll cost her ♪ ♪ If she wanna fuck twice That'll cost her ♪ ♪ Leave me be Get out my face ♪ ♪ I secured the bag and went on my way ♪ ♪ They behind, they're not on my page Go learn to grind... ♪ -[man 1] Ay. Ay. -[woman] Oh, look, here we go. The zombies are back again. [man 2] Give to them. [man 3] I told you lot, don't fuckin' come round here. Will you just give us a hit, please? -Where's your P? -He's got it. -That ain't no fuckin' money, man. -It's got Bluetooth. Everyone's got Bluetooth, cuz. My ancestors have got Bluetooth. Bring me sumtin' more interestin', like a iPad or sumtin'. Can we just get two white, please? Just come on, man. It's worth two stone. -It's not that bad. Like, you can-- -[man 4] Yo! -Fuck off, man. -Dris, the Turks! Fuck off! [Turkish man] My friend, good news for you. Yeah, that makes a change. You going need monies. Yeah, I always need monies when it's youse people. -This time is fifty. -Fifty? Price is high, my friend. You want oranges, you want pineapple, you pay more monies, no? Everybody's paying more monies for everything. Cars, fruit, coffee. Is Brexit. [woman kisses teeth] [speaking Turkish] Speak fuckin' English, man. My friend say you is a man. But I say you is woman, no? Why don't you ask your wife? -[chuckles] My wife? -[woman] Mm-hm. Look, you don't want? Is no problem. Call you later, huh? Tell you place, time. [woman] Dunno why you let him treat us like that, you know that? Dickhead little pussio. [man 1 mocks Turkish accent] "'Call you later." What the fuck does that mean? What are we sayin'? Come on, man. Put your arm down. -Fam, what's wrong with this bike? -[woman] You broke it. -[man 2] It's calm. -No. It just stopped-- Bro, it's fucked. [man 2] Bro, it's calm, bro. [woman] Fam, fix it. -[laughter] -Stop fuckin' about, man. -[man 4] You stop muckin' about, fam. -Fixed! [man 4] Why'd you just dash the bike for no reason? Dunno, bruv. ["Oh My" by Nines playing] ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ I don't know what they want I don't know ♪ -♪ I don't know ♪ -♪ In the cold with my G's, in the cold ♪ -♪ We supplying you the ting in the snow ♪ -♪ We supplying ♪ ♪ I think I know what they want I think I know ♪ ♪ Yeah, I got smoke For your whole fucking ends ♪ ♪ On the low Got the whoa in the Benz... ♪ [man 1] What you sayin'? You need help with that? Nah, it's calm still. If it's not done soon, I'll have to tuck you in, -you know that, right? -What? -Tuck me in? -Yes. 'Low it, man. [whistles] -[man 1 chuckles] It smells dead, bro. -[boy] Shut up! Who you talkin' to? -[man 1] I'm talking, bruv. -When's it ready? -[boy] Comin' still. -Come on. Hey. [boy groans] [man 2] Hey, don't burn yourself, though, man. [boy] Ready! It's ready. Smells kinda nice, though, Stef. You done well. -I beg you, move the books off the table. -All right. Chill, innit? Hurry up, though, Stefan. I got things I need to be doing, you know. No, give me it first, man. -Yeah, I been waitin', bruv. -Pssh! [chuckles] [man 1] Let me get a big ting. This actually looks too dank. -Hey, yo. -[Stef] Yeah? Thought it was supposed to be jerk. Why you always trying to get on to him for? 'Low him, man. Always get on to me when it's my turn. Don't worry, Stef. It's good. -Tastes really nice. -You know what, yeah? Who better at cooking? Me or Aaron? It's me, innit? -Come on, there's no contest. -Ay, yo, don't even lie to the kid, fam. -You know he's not in my league. -Shut up, man. Look, he's not even eatin' it, bruv. He's trying to leave. -Why you not eating it for? -I've got stuff to do, innit? I'mma come back and eat later. Put it in the fridge. -[Aaron laughs] -Yeah. Why you laughin' for? -You're washin' up. -[laughs] -Hey, what? Hey, chill, man. -[laughs] -Bruv! -I said you're washin' up. Stefan cooked. I don't wanna see no dirty pans in the sink -when I get back, you understand? -Cuz, look, I got two assignments here. -You're washin' up. -Stef, make sure you're in bed by nine. -Yeah. -Love. -You hear that? -Shut up. You're washin' up. You hear that? -Shut up. -Wait. Hey, Jamie, wait, wait, wait! Hey, Jamie. Can you wake me up when you come in? I can't go to sleep unless you come in. If I have to wake you up, that must mean you're already asleep, Stef. [chuckles] You're not helpin' my sex life, bruv. You know that, innit? -[laughs] -That's disgustin'. [door opens] [door closes] [siren wailing] Fam, you are chattin' shit. Modie ain't said nothin' like that. You didn't hear him right then, cuz. Mo said if he gets sent down, Leyton takes over. What the fuck time you call this, cuz? Traffic, bro. Nightmare. What the fuck's that got to do with me? Fuckin' traffic? Don't keep man waitin', you know? You get me? [man] Eighteen fuckin' years, G. That is heavy, bro. [Leyton] You 'eard the news, innit? Modie's gone down. -So I'm runnin' the fuckin' mandem now. -[Jamie scoffs] What you gonna do about the Turks, big man? [man] Yeah, fam. The P's they're askin' for is way too high. -The mandem can't make no bread like that. -Preach. I'll chat to the Turks. -When? -[Leyton] What the fuck, "when"? -When I'm fuckin' ready, fam. -What you gonna say? [Leyton] I'm gonna tell them that their prices need to drop, cuz. Someone I know, they have food, innit? They'll sell to us lower than the Turks. -Fam, sorted. Sorted. -Boom. -Fuck the Turks. -[man] Fuck the Turks. So what's gonna 'appen, yeah, if you cut out the Turks and go with someone new? The Turks are gonna find these new people that you've got, yeah, -fucking kill them! -[sighs] After they kill them, they'll come back, kill you, kill me, and kill the rest of the fucking Fields mandem. So what I'm hearin' here is instead of takin' a fuckin' low price, we continue payin' the high price. -[Leyton] I'm gonna-- -That shit don't make no fuckin' sense. I'm gonna talk to the Turks. [chattering and laughter] [engine revving] [women laughing] ["Superstar" by Popcaan playing] ♪ Some a seh mi nah buss Some a flip and a flop ♪ ♪ Mi did a pree Fi buss dem head wid mi Glock ♪ ♪ Grizzle Bear seh a bad energy dat ♪ ♪ Nowadays, mi just sit at di top ♪ ♪ Shame every dutty mouth weh did a chat ♪ ♪ Swear to God I'm winnin' ♪ ♪ Inna di hills I'm chillin' ♪ ♪ Strong like mi a feed pon spinach ♪ ♪ Mi name global like Guinness ♪ ♪ Notnice, man a star, man a star ♪ ♪ Man a super ♪ ♪ Mm, man a star, man a star... ♪ [in Patois] Why yuh suh quiet, Dushane? I'm tryin' not to take their attention from you, bruv. ♪ Man a star from day one ♪ [woman laughs] ♪ Mm, man a star, man a star Man a super... ♪ [man] Dushane! Right? From Summerhouse? -Who are you? -My auntie lives in Summerhouse. -You know the big high-rise? -Yeah. I knew it. I knew it, bro. I said to her-- -This my girl, Mandy. -Hi. -Dushane. All right? -I said to Mandy, "That's Dushane Hill." Bruv, when I first saw you, I couldn't believe it was you. Babe, this man is a actual legend. Legend with rum, yeah. -My cousin, Donovan. -[man] Yo. [Dushane] His girlfriend, Sheanay. -So how long you been in Jamaica? -[Dushane] A while. [man] Yeah? What, you visitin'? -Sumtin' like that. -Sumtin' like that. I bet you got all kinda tings running here. -Nah, man. -[man] Yeah, I bet you do. Bro, can I get a selfie? Just to show my friends back home? Yeah, go on, man. ♪ To mi there ain't no challenger ♪ ♪ No matter dem age pon di calendar ♪ ♪ Dem artists a rate mi suh much When dem go a dem yard ♪ ♪ A mi song dem a remember, oii... ♪ Hey, listen, I've gotta go and talk to someone. Take care, yeah? All right. All right, thanks, Dushane, yeah? ♪ Buss dem head like a cylinder ♪ ♪ Then fuck dem gyal pon mi verandah Woi oii ♪ ♪ Swear to God I'm winnin' ♪ ♪ Inna di hills I'm chillin' ♪ ♪ Strong like mi a feed pon spinach ♪ ♪ Mi name global like Guinness... ♪ -[in Patois] Y pree, chargie? -Wagwan? ♪ Man a super... ♪ Yo. Dat chick in deh, ready, yuh know? Waitin' to get plucked, yuh si mi? ♪ Yuh can ask Muslim 'bout me ♪ Gimme that, bro. ♪ Man a star from day one Yeah ♪ ♪ There ain't no challenger... ♪ A sweet piece ah cookie fi yuh. The post office, up inna di hills. So pon Friday, tomorrow Friday... loan money ah run tru deh. All we haffi do ah walk in, tek out di money, an come out. Is it actually fucking real money this time, bro? Yuh know, lick yuh finger. [making kissing noises] Seh lick yuh finger. [chuckles] It's a "lick yuh finga" job, bro. Hear mi ah seh, I seh tomorrow, me ah follow up wid yuh. Just make sure seh yuh ready. Yo... yuh nuh waan ah opportunity ah miss yuh. ♪ Yuh can ask Muslim 'bout me ♪ ♪ Man a star from day one ♪ ♪ Yeah, man a star, man a-- ♪ [ball bouncing] [grunts] Oh! Again. -You know I'm gonna get this one, innit? -Go on. Hey! -They call me LeBron James! -That was fluke. Ats is king. -Whatever. -Come here, come here. Aah! [both grunt] [woman] Boy, is this your ball? Yeah, we're going now. Can I have my ball, please? -I need my ball. -You ain't gettin' the ball right now. [Ats] I need my ball. [woman] So what? Shouldn't you be playing netball or something instead? -Hey, chill. -What? [Stef] Chill! Why did you say that? -You have to back me, innit? -[Stef] Chill. -[Ats] You have to back me! -Why you backin' off? So you're king, yeah? So you're king, yeah? [Ats] Yeah. Come on, then. [laughs] Hey, Roms! [Ats] Get the ball, huh? [grunts] Ah! -Ooh! -Yes! [woman] Go on, then. Go on, Roms! [laughs] That's my guy! [laughter] [Stef] Keep going! Over here, Ats! -[woman] Yes, Ro! -[Stef shouts and grunts] -[Stef yells] -[Ats] Stef! -[woman] Come on! -[Stef] Ats! Ats! [Ats] Hey! -Hey! That was a nice shot, boy! -Hey! No lie, little man, that was-- Now, don't be scared. -All right, you win. That's it still. -[Romy] That-- -You're not gonna shake my hand now? Nah? -[Romy] Come on, man. -Bruv, why you being-- -Want your ball back or what? Shake my hand, then. -Thank you. And you. -Well done, man. That was a hard one, bro. You ain't got no strong hands, you know. And you. -Why you guys movin' so stiff, man? -Why you bein' scared for? -[Romy] Hey, loosen up, bro. Come on. -Did you not play well? -You lot are sick. Young G's, you know? -All right. -Come on! Hey! -[woman] In a bit. -In a bit. -[woman] If you lot keep it up, I might have you lot working for me soon. [Romy] Trust me! [Stef] I'm tellin' you. They're bad trouble. -You shouldn't mess with them. -[Ats] I know. [Stef] Fam. [clicking tongue] -Come on, one more time. -All right, man. All right. -Whoa-- Wait-- -One more time. -I'm gettin' it wrong. -Cool. [Stef] What do you mean? You're not makin' sense, man. He's so bad at coachin'. -That's why he left. -[Ats] Izzy? Izzy, nah, he's the best. -How is he the best? -People don't leave on Izzy. Exactly, so you're waffling, fam. -Dumb. -So jealous. -Hello, my darling. -Hello. -How was school today? -Boring. Boring? School is not boring. -Learning is not boring. Hello, darling. -Hello. What is this? Ats got picked for a school trip today. [Ats] Remember? You signed the letter for me to go. [mother] Hm. This is salmon. Smoked salmon. I didn't get picked 'cause I'm dumb. You're not stupid, Stefan. [Ats] Yeah, he is. He's so dumb. -[Stef] No, I'm not. -[Ats] What? Come here. -What are you talking about? -Move, man! Okay, okay, okay. I've got to go to work now. Yeah? Your dinner's in the oven. You take it out in 20 minutes. -Can Stefan have some? -Oh yeah. I made plenty for two. Okay? -Okay. Bye. -Don't forget to brush your teeth. -Bye, Stefan. -[Stef] Bye. -[door closes] -[boys chattering] [buzz of voices] ["Brilliant Yes That Would Be" by Underworld playing] -Wagwan? -Hm. [sighs] Yo. [in Patois] Mi nah guh tell dat yuh look good. -Mi madda seh is a sin fi tell lie. -Get me a coffee and shut your mout'. [scoffs] Yo. Bless. Lester come by looking fi yuh today, yuh know. Yuh waan mi advice? No. Look here. Mi like Lester, yuh know, but him runs wid sum dangerous people. Why are you talking so much? Can't you see my head's hurting me? -No wonder, yuh know. -Bruv, can you stop talking, please? Do some work or something. Sugar crazy, yuh know. Stay away from him. -Good morning. How may I help yuh? -Hi, Donovan. -Wagwan? -[Donovan] How yuh doing today? [man] Good, man. Oh, Dushane. [chuckles] What you doing here, cuz? Is this your business? No, this my dad's business, Perry. Him own di place. Yuh here to hire a nice car? Yeah, you know, something for the weekend. [Donovan] A'ight. Dushane will sort out a car fi yuh. -All right. -You got your license, cuz? Okay. Safe. Just fill out that for me. What you sayin', cuz? The Audi, yeah? [Donovan] Yeah, yeah. [car keys jangle] Just follow me out to the car, yeah? One sec. Sweet, bro. Respect. [car engine starts] Hey, come and get me, man. ["Skankin' Sweet" by Chronixx playing on car stereo] ♪ Skankin', groovin'... ♪ [in Patois] Yo, look unda di seat. Unda di seat! ♪ Skankin', groovin' ♪ ♪ Help mi, Jah Jah ♪ ♪ Skankin', groovin'... ♪ Yuh prefer rent car to di tourists dem? That's not even funny, man. ♪ Skankin', groovin' ♪ Dis ah gonna put sum real money inna yuh pocket. ♪ Unda di pressures of life An it tough ♪ ♪ Nuh stay down, mama, time fi get up... ♪ We go in there, we take the money, and we leave, yeah? No one has to get hurt. Yuh have di theory an yuh have di practical. So long as di practical meets di theory, nobody no haffi get hurt. Sugar know about this? Sugar? [kisses teeth] Sugar nuh know, yuh know. Sugar nuh too like when yuh killin' dem freelance. ♪ Forget yuh troubles an rock wid mi ♪ ♪ Yuh nuh feel how reggae music sweet... ♪ Wah yuh really know about Sugar? Sugar a serious wicked man, yuh hear? One time mi si Sugar tek a baby in front of di madda... an cut out di heart. It's suh evil. [Lester] If Sugar seh people fi dead, everybody dead. [Lester laughs] [Lester] Wah inna bumboclaat ah gwaan yah? Wah di fuck dis? Wah inna pussyclaat? Mi come yah di other day, man. Fuck mi ah go do now? Ah wah day mi come ah di post office, yuh know, man? -Bro-- -[kisses teeth] Fuck! It's closed. Let's go. [Lester] Fuck yuh madda! [Dushane] Come on, man! [Lester] Dawg, mi need money, dawg. Mi have a few bone fi ah one dawg. Fuck! [Lester kisses teeth] Bumboclaat. [kisses teeth] [Lester mumbles] -What you doing, man? -Mi ah look sumting fi drink. -Yuh nah thirsty? -No. Mi ah get two juice, man. Bill now. Mi ah get two juice. Bro, hurry up. Come on, man. -Granny, ah weh di money deh? -[in Patois] Deh is no money. Granny, mi low pon chat an mi know yuh have money in deh. An I know you. An is hell yuh ah go, yuh damn likkle teef. Walk off! Leave! Granny, mi nah ramping wid yuh, yuh know. Weh di money deh? Send down di fool. Hurry up now! Yuh fuckin' money now, granny! Gimme di money now! -[man yells] -[gunshot] [woman gasps] Bumboclaat. -[Lester mutters] -[whimpers] Oh shit. Money! Gimme di money! -[gunshot] -[groans] [whimpers] [whimpers, sobs] [car horn blares] [Donovan in Patois] Why yuh ah sweat suh? [Dushane panting] [Donovan] I warned yuh not to walk wid dat boy, yuh know. Where is he? He's dead, cuz. -Wah yuh mean, dead? -I shot him! Fuckin' had to, bruv! -Suh wah yuh ah do? -Bruv, listen. Tell Uncle I'm gonna pay him back, I promise. I need to get a flight right now, cuz. As soon as yuh gone, Sugar come, come murder di whole ah wi. -Well, you come with me, innit? -Mi haffi have a passport! -But we can sort that. It's not-- -It nah go work. Bruv, I need to fucking get out of here! How about mi faada? Eh? Ah no my faada cause dis problem, ah you! [Dushane panting] Fuck! [glass shatters] Fuck, man! [exhales sharply] [sighs] [Dushane] It's all right. We can sort sumtin'. I got you. Come in. -[man 1] This your yard? -No, we bought the house six months ago. Got permission to split it into two flats. Got the builders in, good builders. All high quality work. -[man 2] Hey, hey. -[woman] Good specs. -Good to see you. -All right? -Have a seat, have a seat. -Yeah. -Have a seat. -All right? Yeah, if you're interested, uh, we can do you a good deal. -Mm. How much? -[man 2] This one's on the market for 785. Seven to you. So, who wants to start? The way I see it is we're giving you a big opportunity here. You're sellin' to your friends, the people in your circle. The hipsters, the rich people, the white people. Hey, we don't discriminate. We're equal opportunity suppliers. [chuckles] [woman] And you're what? Offering to widen our market? Yeah. We'll take your food and sell it on the road. We'll sell a hundred times, thousand times more than what you're sellin' right now. And you won't have to go nowhere near the road. -Well, sounds good. -[Jamie] We'll take care of everything. All you have to do is sit back, watch the P's come to you. What piece? [chuckles] Money, bruv. You'll be taking all the risk as well. [Jamie] Where I come from, life is a risk. You either step up and take your chances when they come, if not, you ain't goin' nowhere. -I have a question. -Go ahead. Have you got a supplier now? Yeah. And how's your supplier gonna feel if you switch to us? That's his problem. All right. As long as it doesn't become our problem. You ain't gotta worry. It won't. Mm-mm. G, my belly's cuttin'. Ah! Bro, how old do you think she is? Too old for you, blud. [chuckles] Fam, I ain't ever been with a old ting before, you know. Mm-hm? And if I see you two together, I'm callin' child protection on your arse, blud. Think I'm jokin'? What you sayin', though? Ready to do this? Yeah? Yeah. Come on, bro. [buzz of voices] These are for Sugar. [ambient music playing] -[in Patois] Ah foreign yuh come from? -Yeah. Dis di one fi Sugar. [keys jangling] [door clangs shut] [lock clicks] [man] Ball! [men shouting in courtyard] [men cheer] [keys jangling] [lock clicks] [door clangs shut] [lock clicks] [Sugar in Patois] Yuh di one bring di cigars? Yeah. Yuh tink seh a box of cigars ah go mek mi nah done yuh fi killing Lester? Him a loyal dawg, yuh know. He was gonna kill a woman. I couldn't let him do that. Wah dat old woman got to do wid mi? Wah she do fi Sugar? Dat dawg weh yuh kill wudda kill himself fi mi. Enuff man him kill, an yuh just come fuck up di whole ting. I asked Lester about this moonlighting ting, you know? I asked him, "Does Sugar know about this?" -He said you were cool. -Lester seh I be cool? Yeah. That's what he said. My dawgs don't do no freelancin'. Dem work fi Sugar exclusive. Well, obviously Lester didn't understand that. And I would never have went there with him if I knew that. Pussy, mi cyaan mek yuh leave dis prison alive. Hear dat? You're not sellin' in London, though, are you? I know you got food. I got the people. I can make you some serious money. Dis is sumting I already have in abundance. Since when can you have too much money? You know, I know London. People pay a lot of money to get high out there. I got a team ready. I can push a ki of white for 50 bags. I can sell as much as you can send me. Enuff man come to mi wid big ideas. If I didn't respect you, I would've jumped in the plane straight after I killed him. If I didn't respect you, I wouldn't be standing here looking you in the eye right now telling you I'm gonna make it right. [door opens] [door closes] [lock clicks] [man yells] [ominous ambient music playing] [sighs] [door opens] [in Patois] Suh wah yuh seh to Sugar? I said I'd go back to London. But nuh yuh have big problems over deh inna London? Oh, I definitely got problems. See how big they are when I get back, innit? [chuckles] Suh... [kisses teeth] Don't have a choice, fam. It's all I had to offer him, bro. All right, man. Be cool. [car engine starts] [sirens wailing] [Stef] "Stefan, you can't just not answer the question because you don't want to." "See me." This guy again. [kisses teeth, sighs] Jamie, my geography teacher, Mr. Evans, he don't like me. He's always putting sarcastic comments on my homework. Look. Look, man. Bro, I'm busy. I'll be there in a minute, yeah? [sighs] [sighs] -A'ight, show me the sarcastic comments. -No. Stef, I was just busy doin' sumtin'. Just show me. Go away. -What, you want me to go away, yeah? -Yes. -Where you goin'? -Out, innit? -Where? -Why do you care? Yo, I wanna see this kitchen clean when I come home. What? Nah, man. -I swear down, it's Stefan's turn. -I've got geography. You heard what I said, innit? Just make sure this kitchen's clean. I don't wanna see no dirty dishes in the sink. It's cool. Say no more. [Jamie] Yeah. Looks good, though. -[Stef] Jamie? -Yeah? What time will you be back? Late. Wake me up when you come in. [sighs] I'm so proud of you, you know? [Aaron] Ay, yo. What about me, though? Nah. [kisses teeth] [laughs] -What you laughing at? -When's the food ready? Shut up, man. It's ready when I say it's ready. -Come on, man. -[police siren chirps] Shit. -[cop 1 in Patois] Come inna cyar. -[Dushane] What for? What's wrong? -[cop 2 in Patois] Jump inna cyar. -Officer, what's wrong? -Get inna cyar. -Yo, man, what's wrong with you? What? -It's all right. -Tek him outta wheelchair, go inna cyar. -You don't need to take him nowhere. -That's a order. -What you talking about? -Tek him out. Hurry up an put di cripple boy inna cyar. -All right, man! I'll fuckin' do it! -Hurry up! Put the bruk foot boy and put him inna cyar! -[cop 2] An put some pep in yuh step. -What you doin'? Call on di mon ah tell seh wi get di mon inna cyar. [Dushane] It's all right, cuz. [cop 1] Listen up! Go round desso. Move fast. [car engine starts] It's cool, man. Don't worry about nothin'. [Dushane exhales] It's all right, cuz. It's good, man. We're gonna be all right. -Where yuh carryin' us? -Shh. [ominous ambient music playing] [mouths] What-- What's-- What's going on, man? Yo! -[cop 2] Don't say nuttin! -What the fuck are we doin' here? [man in Patois] Guh on an get dem ass outta di cyar. [Dushane] Yo, D! -D! -Go outta di government cyar. [Donovan] No! Ah grab him di whole time. [cop 1] Ey, boy, come outta di government car. -[Dushane] All right. -Guh ova to di side ah di road. -All right, man. -[cop 2] Guh suh! Guh suh! [Donovan gasping] [Dushane] What the fuck is goin' on, man? Yeah, huh? D. -[man] Get down on your knees. -[Dushane] A'ight. [Donovan gasping] [panting] Cousin, I'm sorry, man. I'm sorry. [crash] [man] The best. Three generations of skill here. Nobody, nobody can stitch like we do. That piece of shit Moroccan, that orospu çocuğu, he steal my workers. Now he copy my design. He sell two third for half. I don't want to know no details... just make him stop. Please. For your wife. Hm. [sniffing] [crackling] [exclaiming in Turkish] [speaking Turkish] [coughing] [yelling in Turkish] [in English] It's not opening! [yelling in Turkish] [in English] Open this door! -[yelling in Turkish] -[gunshot] [yelling and coughing] -[gunshot] -[man retches] [gunshots] [whimpers] [intense discordant music playing] [wheezing and whimpering] -[fires] -[body thuds] [winces] Fuck. [Dushane panting] [groans] [coughs] Do you respect Sugar? I said, do you respect Sugar? [panting] [Donovan hyperventilating] Cuz. Cuz. You good? You good? Come on. I got you. [Dushane strains] [ominous ambient music playing] [helmet thuds] [helmet thuds] [Stef] Jamie! What time is it? You seen me, all right? Now get some sleep. You smell funny. [sighs] [intense pulsing music playing]