1:14:00
...and tell us what that boat
has to do with Johnny Tapia.
1:14:03
- I ain't no snitch.
- Oh, you ain't no snitch?
1:14:05
- Oh, damn. That's a shame.
- Know what I'm gonna do?
1:14:09
I'm gonna send a special 8 x 1 0
to his KKK buddies back in jail.
1:14:14
You know what,
it's a digital photo too.
1:14:16
So we can do
whatever we want to do with it.
1:14:19
By the time we get done with you...
1:14:21
...you gonna be in the next
Busta Rhymes video on BET.
1:14:23
Tuck ass.
1:14:26
I got my rights.
1:14:29
I'm worried. There's too much heat
around in Miami.
1:14:31
I can feel it. I can feel it.
1:14:36
We need to put my money in coffins
to Cuba faster.
1:14:39
You should tell the mortuary
to speed things up. All right?
1:14:51
That's the channel marker
way out there.
1:14:53
They make the drop mostly at dawn,
but there'll be one today, though.
1:15:03
Syd, you talk to Mama?
She's got hives.
1:15:07
Oh, and I told Mama
about your Cubano boyfriend.
1:15:10
He ain't invited to Christmas dinner.
1:15:12
Change the station.
More music, less Marcus.
1:15:15
If you open the door he'll be a black
Dr. Phil for the next 40 minutes.
1:15:21
Syd, you might not want to get
too flirty with Mike.
1:15:24
Your boyfriend might cut off
his trigger finger.
1:15:28
Maybe Mike's been flirting with me.
Did you ever think about that?
1:15:34
Trigger Mike?
1:15:35
Not like this. Don't play
with that boy.
1:15:38
- Seriously. Don't play with that boy.
- Just tell him about New York.
1:15:41
- Do it.
- Tell me what?
1:15:43
Oh, shit. Is he walking
down the steps?
1:15:45
Oh, shit. He coming down.
1:15:48
- It's okay.
- Yeah, you done fucked up.
1:15:51
You done fucked up.
1:15:54
You remember...
1:15:55
Remember I went to New York?
You remember?
1:15:58
And...
1:15:59
...I said, "Syd."