Blue Hill Avenue

Trapped between two realities...

as the casualties heighten.

A reflection of childhood choices now invades your spaces.

Your jaws begin to tighten.

High stakes and an abundance of wealth...

to a new form of cocaine awakens.

And yet still resenting the fact that...

your childhood was taken.

It all started on the corner.

Egos on the line as tensions rose high.

Two points in the hoop, and some debts weren't paid.

And all of a sudden, punches started to fly.

Well, you decided to keep your rival's personal stash.

While all of y'all decided to steam some of them green things,

then turn the rest into cash.

See, your determination superseded your high education,

and, instead, you became a street scholar.

You bled, broke bread,

'cause you knew the other three would follow.

But now you're a man, your aura melancholy.

Your reign over Boston begins.

Tristan, Simon,

There's a small place in the pit of my stomach...

that only reveals itself in moments like these.

I should be used to this by now.

This is a routine I knew too well.

E-Bone, Money and me...

have been through this too many times to count.

Maybe it's because, this time, someone was missing.

But still, somethin's not right.

The pit never lies.

Too late to turn back now.

Hola. Wassup, fellas?

Wassup, Jack?

- Is that the money? - It ain't my laundry.

Well, then let's see it.

The shit first, papi.

Mira. Cautious, huh? I love cautious.

Pedro, show 'em the yeyo. Yeah, Pedro,

show me the yeyo.

Why don't you brothers do what you do best?

Show me the money. Hmm?

It's all there.

Yeah, your money's good,

but your man here looks like he's got a problem.

What you so nervous about, bro? It's all good.

Money, check the shit. Let's get the fuck outta here.

Yeah, Money. Test it, huh?

They say life comes down to a series of moments,

and in those moments are choices...

decisions that we make that could affect our lives forever.

We were in one of the worst fights we had ever been in,

but all I could think about... The ball!

- the one thing that kept echoing in my mind... - What the hell you lookin' at?

was, "How?" Tris, let's go!

"How did we get here?" Tris, we're tryin' to play a game here, man.

That's right. Quick. Come on, Tristan!

Let's play, man!

Goddamn!

E-Bone, Money, myself and Simon...

had hung together since the second grade.

We waged a war at Marshall every day that summer.

We were called out by Lathan and his crew this one day.

Lathan Butler was a 17-year-old kid...

who swore up and down he was comin' up in the world.

They thought playin' us would be easy money since we were younger than them.

We played because 20 bucks is hard to come by when you're a teenager.

Besides, I think we had somethin' to prove.

I'm a bad mother! Gimme the money! Gimme the money!

My $20, baby! My $20, baby!

Hell, yes! Let's go. Let's go.

Yeah, motherfuckers!

- Who's the squad now? - Shut the fuck up, man.

- Yo! Where the money at, Lathan? - Hell, yeah!

Come up off my 20, you no-hoopin' ass-faggot motherfuckers.

- Better watch your mouth. - Hey, back the fuck up, okay?

Come with the loot, Lathan.

- We ain't got no loot. - What?

You act like a bitch. We're gonna treat you like a bitch.

Fuck you, a'ight? I ain't givin' y'all shit.

Please! You have to help me! They're killing each other!

Is that our people?

Please! I think so.

Break that shit up.

Renaldo Jr. We called him Wren.

He worked for Benjamin J. Bateman, A.K.A. Benny.

Benny had absolutely no moral convictions on how he made money.

More than prostitution, extortion or drugs... which he was definitely into...

his main commodity was contributing to the delinquency...

of every kid in the neighbourhood.

What the fuck is wrong with you? This is attention that we don't fuckin' need, man.

They started it, Wren. Yo, you shut the fuck up.

- How old are you, man? - Fourteen.

You and your little team, y'all got some heart, man. Don't lose that, man.

- Get outta here. - Hell, no, man. They owe us money.

Fuck you, bitch. Come on, man. Yo. Yo. Train?

Do that again, man, I'm gonna fuck you up myself, man.

How much money they owe you, little man?

Twenty dollars. Where's your money at, Lathan?

I ain't got no money, Wren. Come here, man.

What the fuck, man? Hold on there.

- That's gonna have to do it. - What the fuck, Wren? Give me back...

Shut up, man. That's gonna have to do you, man.

- What are we supposed to do with this? - Smoke it. Sniff it.

Do whatever, man. It's more than the $20.

Hey, yo, Tristan, I swear to God, dawg.

Give me my shit back right now.

This'll do. A'ight. Go get the fuck outta here.

That's not right, Wren.

Man, shut up.

Hey, yo, Tris!

I'm comin' back for my shit, man. Believe it.

You know you better hurry the fuck up, right?

I just wanted to thank you...

for what you tried to do for us back there.

Well, it's okay. I'm glad you're all right. I'll see you later.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. What's your name? Martine.

Wow. You go to the Burke? Yeah. We have algebra together.

Right, right. I forgot. Well, I'll see you in school then.

Not if I see you first.

Bye. Bye.

Man. "Bye."

"Bye." I like that.

Come on, my man. Hey, dawg, that girl is fine.

No joke. No joke. Shit. Come on over here.

Well, goddamn.

Y'all little pimps look fucked up.

Twinkie! Wassup, Twinkie?

Hey, baby! Wassup, man? What's that?

You're just what we want, Twinkie. Wassup, Twinkie?

Wassup, man? What's happenin'? What the fuck happened to y'all?

Hey, man. Sometimes you gotta fight to keep what's yours.

- You know how that shit go. - Hell, yeah. Ain't that the motherfuckin' truth?

You got a little ho to take care of you?

No, man. We good. We can take care of ourselves.

Look here, man.

Get you a ho. All right?

Buy her somethin' nice. Treat her like somethin' special.

Shit. You take care of your ho's, your ho's will take care of you.

Hell of a lot better than this beat-up-lookin' motherfucker right here.

- Hey, thanks, Twinkie. - All right. Y'all take care.

Hey, Twinkie? Huh?

- Man, where all your ho's? -

Let me learn you somethin', young pimp.

Them ho's is for dough, not for show. All right?

- All right, Twinkie. -

Twinkie was always tellin' us off.

And you know, it never dawned on us to ask why. I'm getting me a ho.

Are you sure we should be doin' this?

My grandmother's at choir practice at the church.

Man, you sure? Yes, I'm sure.

Hoo. Light that bud. Yeah, man.

Yeah, that's it. Hoo-wee!

That's it.

Hell, yeah, man. That's smokin'.

Man, give it to me.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, okay.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Now that's smokin'.

Where you learn that from? Come on now, baby.

Y'all don't know everything about me now.

Did y'all hear what Wren said today? He said we had heart.

That was bomb-ass shit to say. E-Bone's Uncle Pee Wee...

is the kind of guy that could never quite get it together. What you think you're doin'?

You know the type... wears jacked-up clothes, can't keep a job...

the kind of guy you have to be in the mood to hang around with. Thirty-four-year-old fuckup.

You ain't gonna say nothin' to Nana, right?

Shit. You better believe I am.

Let up on that smoke! Man, all right. Damn. Just take a hit.

Don't he? He's a has-been.

Always comin' round. Broke has-been.

I don't even like Pee Wee. Want you do a favour for me.

You mean smokin' my shit up ain't enough?

Why don't you and your partners go take a run for me?

Then we straight after that?

Like a hard-on in the mornin'.

"More importantly, why you ain't passin' it to me?"

- I don't even like Pee Wee. - I'll handle it.

Cool. I don't even like Pee Wee.

Brick! Shit. Y'all can't do it.

Who can't? Oh, you shouldn't have said that shit.