Paint's like your blood,
Telling the whole world you've been up here.
¶ you lit the fuse ¶
¶ I stand accused ¶
¶ you were the first for me ¶ hey.
You all right, little man?
¶ but you turned me out, baby ¶
¶ you dropped a b*mb on me ¶ leon!
¶ baby... ¶ come on, man.
(stammering): I can't move, carlos.
Just got to stop looking down.
¶ you dropped a b*mb on me ¶
Look up. Look, you can do it.
Come on. I got you.
¶ you dropped a b*mb on me ¶
There you go.
¶ you were my thrills ¶
When it's darkest, men see stars.
When it's darkest, men see stars.
Ain't no stars, leon.
Not in my universe anyway.
No stars?
What do you mean?
Ma kicked me out.
I tell you that?
Like I don't even exist.
¶ baby, you dropped a b*mb on me ¶
¶ I, I-I ¶
Ain't nobody bombing like blaze.
(laughing)
Take a picture.
¶ I, I-I ¶
¶ I-I-I won't forget it ¶
(chuckling)
By the time I'm done,
The whole city's gonna know my name.
Whoo!
¶ you turned me out... ¶
(song fades)
¶ ¶
What, are you taking a trip?
No. A friend bought a condo in boca.
Thinking of investing myself.
Oh. Looks quiet.
It's probably a good place to write.
What's that supposed to mean?
Hmm.
Didn't hemingway live in florida?
I need to talk to someone
about my son's m*rder.
Well, I'm detective lilly rush.
My partner, scotty valens.
What was your son's name?
Carlos espinosa.
k*lled October , .
Someone sprayed paint
In his mouth till he suffocated.
I, uh, put his things in storage.
Last week, motel where
I work in cut my hours.
Can't afford the storage anymore?
Like most, can't afford much of anything.
(sighs)
When I was cleaning it out,
I found this in his backpack.
Yeah, seen these back in narc.
It's a graffiti writer's black book.
It's why I needed to talk to you.
I told the police back then my
son was nothing but a huffer.
He was sniffing paint?
Well, I'd catch him huddled up
with a paper bag and paint cans,
Stealing money out of my purse...
He never talked about graffiti?
We hardly saw each other.
I had to work three jobs
Just to keep a roof over our heads.
You thought he was an addict.
So I kicked him out.
But he was an artist, wasn't he?
You ever see carlos after he left the house?
He'd sneak in after I left for work,
raid the fridge.
Left his backpack once.
Next day, they told me he was dead.
Look at this one.
Rush: It was October ,
.
That's the day carlos d*ed, right?
Valens: T-u-r?
It looks like part of a bigger piece,
But there's no other pictures.
You know where this photo was taken?
I wish.
Like to see it myself.
Rush: You know who carlos
Was hanging out with-
other taggers, uh, friends?
No idea.
Mistake I made,
kicking him out of the house.
Valens: Lil.
Something here.
Carlos bombed over someone else's work.
"nrke."
Anarchy?
Hmm.
Some kind of insult?
That's a declaration of w*r.
Hard-core punks in that world?
No way they're letting him get away with it.
Well, maybe nrke (pronounced
"anarchy") got even,
Dropped a b*mb on carlos.
Carlos espinosa.
years old.
Body was found in an alley
In kensington on October , .
Autopsy report indicates a skull fracture.
M.E. Found chips of paint
In the gash on carlos's head.
Cause of death was asphyxiation.
Someone bashed his head against the wall
Before that paint was
forced down his throat.
Assigned figured another
huffer jumped carlos,
Used his own can of paint against him.
Jeffries: m*rder w*apon found
Under some debris-- couldn't lift a print.
Well, see if you can trace the can,
locate the retailer.
Victim had three healed broken ribs
At the time of his death.
Well, mom kicked him out,
And carlos was living on the streets.
Lot of ways for a kid to get hurt out there.
Any idea where he racked his supplies?
Well, mom said she found
receipts in his jean pockets--
Uh, small stuff like gum.
That's an old trick.
Pay for something cheap
so no one's suspicious,
Then shoplift the paint.
Well, the receipts were from a...
Harold's hardware.
I'll show them a photo,
see if maybe someone remembers carlos.
Had a steady hand. Clean lines.
Looked into nrke.
The crew was notorious
In the ' s for violent street justice.
So, carlos was k*lled in their hood?
Yeah, two blocks from their clubhouse.
Well, we're going to need names.
I'm meeting with the head of the
graffiti removal commission,
Uh, don bardwill.
Been on the scene three decades.
Says he knew nrke up close and personal.
Curtis, hey.
Uh, I was wondering...
Yeah?
...How you and your ex agreed on custody.
That's what you were wondering?
Well, I wouldn't say that me
And the soul crusher agreed on anything.
So, you petitioned for visitation?
Wait. What's going on, kat?
Jarrod sent me a letter.
He got married, moved back to philly.
He wants veronica
To stay with him two weekends a month.
What are my options?
Well, you could play hardball,
Force him to file a custody complaint.
Would veronica have to testify?
Strong possibility.
What else?
I don't know. Sit down with the guy.
There's probably a way to work it out.
How do you work it out with an ex-banger
Who wants custody of your kid?
I could come.
Uh, not as a lawyer.
You know, just as your boyfriend.
Yeah, okay.
Yeah. But...
Never said you were my boyfriend.
Bell: I'll see you...
Later.
Lil.
Oh, hey, lover boy.
We need to talk.
So talk. In private.
Got something to show you.
So...
Uh... Here, give me a hand, will you?
We-we're looking for a, um...
Private criminal complaint.
Filed by moe kitchener.
That's it.
Against one lillian rush.
Hmm. Let's see.
You put a boot on his car.
Harassed his loan officer.
Gave him a night in the
drunk t*nk with... Tico?
Yeah. He forget anything?
It's not the first
complaint he's ever filed.
Yeah, but this one's from the
da's office, lil, not iab.
These guys can prosecute you for a crime.
Thanks. Got it.
(bell sighs)
I don't know what's going
on with you, but...
This could cost you your career.
You done talking yet?
Hey, you're on your own.
Always have been.
Called me the graffiti
gestapo back in the day.
Colorful name.
Cruised around in my mercury monarch
With a gallon of paint, removers.
People say these kids are vandals, crooks.
Valens: Wonder why.
Just neglected kids trying
to show the world they exist.
Painting murals gives them an outlet.
Beautifies the city in the process.
Yeah, you got that list we asked for?
Nrke, right?
It's here somewhere.
Turbo .
This look like the same tag?
Judging by the way
The t's slanted, I'd say it's him all right.
Who is he? Good question.
Guy's been bombing the
city almost three decades.
Valens: Are you saying he
Still hits places today?
Most bombers leave churches
and cemeteries alone.
Turbo's got no respect
for anything or anyone.
Rush: Do you know where
this photo was taken?
Hmm.
Too small to make out any landmarks.
Where'd you get it?
Kid we're looking into, carlos espinosa.
This was his black book.
Went by blaze.
Oh, I know that tag.
You didn't mention blaze
On the phone.
Is that why you asked about nrke?
Why, is there a connect?
Blaze was new on the scene.
Nrke taught him a serious lesson.
("we want the airwaves" by ramones playing)
(camera shutter clicking)
What the hell you doing, hermano?
Just trying to get my name on the map.
You got to dis to get noticed.
Nobody bombs here without going through me.
This is nrke's wall.
Fool, I am nrke.
This is pretty.
It's better than what was up there. Yeah.
Who is this kid?
You think you got style?
This is my block. I'm the king.
You'd better get somebody
else to do your writing, man.
You're cocky for somebody who's
about to get his ass b*at.
(spraying) (groaning)
(car engine starting) ¶ yeah,
well, all right ¶
(blows landing) ¶ let's rock tonight ¶
¶ all night ¶ turn him over.
I catch you capping my spot again,
I'm gonna feed you this can.
(grunts) (can rattles)
(car horn honks)
Hey, get out of here, narc, or you're next.
(tires squealing)
It's what happens when you leave
a bunch of kids on their own.
You call the cops?
Drove straight to a pay phone.
By the time they got
there everyone was gone--
Including blaze.
Explains the broken ribs.
What about the thug?
Head of nrke?
Called himself tut.
One thing I know:
Nobody disrespected the king.
Philly's finest looking for a new paint job?
Shop's a step up from tagging with nrke.
Nrke.
Haven't heard that name in a while.
Understand you were the king.
Took it pretty serious.
Thought I was bombing the system,
Leaving my mark.
Just a bunch of hoodlums
running on the streets.
Investigating the m*rder of carlos espinosa.
Went by the tag of blaze back in ' .
Not a bad throw up.
Prolly would've messed him up
Real good if I would've caught him.
Got a witness says you
were doing exactly that.
"gonna feed you
This can." sound familiar?
Look, uh, back in the day,
Thought the only thing you had
in this world was your name,
Your reputation.
Well, toy like carlos disses you,
You gotta show him you mean
business, right? Mm-hmm.
But the boy came around a few weeks later,
Tail between his legs,
And the king granted him a pardon.
("let it whip" by dazz band playing)
Believe this?
Fool's stupider than I thought.
I want to g-go.
Come on, leon.
You got my back, right?
¶ love to see you whip it,
sure can treat you right ¶
¶ give me just a minute ¶
¶ of your time tonight ¶
Bring us a punching bag, hombre?
It's cool, leon. I got this.
¶ so let it whip... ¶
Drank too much, disrespected
you and your whole crew.
¶ we'll get into groovin'
love your body language ¶
Hell, everybody knows the
king's tearing it up all over.
¶ you've got me sort of anxious ¶
¶ we both are here to have the fun ¶
I got a peace offering.
¶ so let it whip ¶
¶ so let it whip ¶
¶ let's whip it, baby ¶ ¶ child ¶
Next time, bring better beer.
¶ let's whip it, baby ¶
¶ work it all night ¶
Come here.
I saw your tag up on the
alleghany water tower.
Going higher next time.
You got a lot of sack, climbing up there.
Fall off a roof, go to heaven.
Highest spot of all.
Say, man, toy like you needs a crew.
A place to crash.
Throw slo-mo here some scraps.
You all planning any pieces? Burners?
Come on, man, this is nrke.
All-out destruction, man.
You know what I'm saying?
You want pretty pieces,
You going to yourself a
graffiti coloring book.
All right.
Let me think about it.
What's there to think about?
Nrke reigns supreme, nobody comes close.
Can we g-go now?
Yeah, man. Just-just give me a minute.
Be careful, man.
That chick's dangerous.
¶ oh, no ¶
¶ baby, let's whip it all night ¶
¶ work it all night ¶
Hey. I'm carlos.
¶ oh, no ¶
¶ work it all night ¶
Not anymore.
¶ let's whip it, baby ¶
¶ child... ¶
Now...
¶ work it all night ¶
...You're mine.
"talon"?
Thought he was gonna join the crew,
make me look good.
(chuckles)
And he turned you down? Can you believe it?
Thought I was giving him
the keys to the castle.
Now, who was the kid with carlos?
Never knew his name.
What about the girl?
Uh... Gina something.
Always writing with that nasty orange.
She part of your crew?
She wanted to be.
Told her she had a sloppy
hand with no style.
You know how she got her tag, talon?
Heard she, uh, clawed out some guy's eyes.
Tried to warn carlos,
but once she got it in you,
She ain't never letting go.
(knocking on glass) yeah?
Carlos's last piece.
Id put it under a complex magnifier.
Get anything?
The wall has oval-shaped bricks.
There's one place in town
With those bricks: The sewer system.
Tagger's mo is
To get his name up where
everyone can see it.
Why go underground?
The last piece he ever drew.
Stillman: Chance it could shed some light.
Lot of sewers, boss.
Distribute a flyer with carlos's photo
And a polaroid of his last piece.
Pwd workers, homeless shelters.
Maybe we get lucky.
I tracked down the owner
Of harold's.
Said carlos was seeing one of his employees.
Gina lopresi.
Yeah, fired her once he realized
She was stealing all the spray paint.
You show her photo to "king tut"?
Id'd her as talon.
Will's tracking her down now.
Talon, huh?
Well, it's time we stick our claws in her.
So, you, um...
Moved from detroit?
Last month.
Yeah, finally got settled.
Unpacked the last box.
And got the girls enrolled in school.
I have two daughters, connie and cassie.
We got a place with a
bedroom for veronica, too.
Painted it her favorite
Color. Purple.
Lavender, baby.
Right, lavender.
'cause apparently there's a difference.
(both chuckling)
Sorry.
I gotta go.
(laughter inside house)
Dame. Ah, gracias.
Your mother, she gets
more beautiful every day.
He does that to get out of doing the dishes.
Think I don't
Know your tricks, viejo?
(chuckles)
How's your knee, ma?
Mm, doctor said it's fine.
So, you going (phone rings)
To grace us with your presence
On Sunday?
I'm making arroz con gandules.
Oh. Valens.
Pierson: Hey. Pierson.
Got another purse snatching
outside the dayley's market.
Same mo. Older hispanic lady.
Taking her statement now.
Uh... Hold her till I get there.
Yeah.
(phone beeps off)
I'm sorry, ma, I gotta...
Take this. It's work.
Hmm.
It's always work with you, scotty.
When you gonna slow down?
Sunday.
Arroz con gandules.
(chuckles)
Jeffries: Gina lopresi?
Sorry, we're closed.
What can I do for you? Hmm.
Nice stuff for a girl from the streets.
Graffiti vandal turned boutique owner.
Graffiti taught me skills.
How to market my name, resilience, respect.
What's this about?
Know where this was taken?
Never seen it before.
Ever go to the sewer to tag?
Why would I do that?
To hang with your boyfriend,
carlos espinosa.
Carlos wasn't my boyfriend.
Hmm. You stealing all that paint
From harold's hardware just for yourself?
I did a lot of crazy things
when I was a teenager.
Racking paint for a boy I
liked was just one of 'em.
Jeffries: Crazy is a good way to put it.
Arrested three times for vandalism.
One for agg. as*ault.
The as*ault was self-defense.
Not the way the judge saw it.
My stepfather used to b*at me.
One day he got the idea to toss me out
A third-floor window.
Clawed his eyes out to stop him.
Fluorescent orange is still
your signature color.
I like orange.
Is that a crime?
No.
But this is...
Heard he was k*lled.
I didn't know it was like this.
Carlos thought no one could touch him.
He was wrong.
Carlos: Come here, I want to show
something.
("rapture" by blondie playing)
Blaze and talon.
It looks alive.
I've never seen anything like it.
Your name should be up high.
I see you. ¶ toe to toe ¶
Yeah, who told you to look?
Why don't you just write your
last name up there, too, leon?
Use the name I gave you.
Turbo.
The fastest tagger in town.
¶ almost comatose... ¶
So, what's with you and speed bump?
Don't say things like that, all right?
He might start believing it.
Sorry.
He's got a raw deal, that's all.
Pretty decent of you, letting him tag along.
Everybody needs someone, right?
(brakes squealing) get down! Get down!
What's wrong? Got some cop after me.
He always knows where I'm at.
I don't know how.
He chased me down an
alley with a flashlight,
Said he was gonna bash my head in.
What for? I don't know. Guy's obsessed.
He's always buffing out my tags.
I catch you, you're dead, blaze!
That-that's him! Run!
¶ where the tvs on ¶
¶ and now he's gone back up to space ¶
¶ where he won't have a hassle
with the human race... ¶
Carlos was different.
Always taking care of other people.
This the guy who was chasing carlos?
Could be.
Carlos's friend, leon--
You're saying he was turbo?
That's what carlos called him.
Said he found him in an alley,
eating out of the trash.
Where can we find him?
Six feet under. He fell off a roof
A week before carlos d*ed.
Thank you.
We'll be in touch.
(entrance bell jingles)
So, if turbo's dead,
Who's using the tag turbo ?
I bet don bardwill knows.
(knocking on door)
Hi.
Detective valens.
Uh, thanks for waiting, belen.
Your case is similar to
another case I'm working.
Yeah, I-I already told
That other young man everything.
Sorry to put you through this again.
Can you tell me what happened,
por favor?
Hoodlum came out
Of nowhere, pushed me down.
Ran off with my pocketbook.
You get hurt?
Scratched my knee.
I'm fine.
Did you get a look at the guy?
My eyes aren't so good anymore.
What was he, white,
Black, latino?
All my groceries are in the trunk.
My ice cream's melting.
Help me
Get this guy off the street.
Stop him from doing this again.
I have to go.
Belen... There are other
women he's done this to.
Women like you.
You've spoken to them?
I...
(sighs)
I know...
What he did to you.
I wasn't strong enough to stop him.
I tried to scream,
But he put his hand over my mouth.
He... Put his hand over your mouth?
My husband is the only
man I've ever been with.
He told me to stop looking at him.
That was the only thing he said to me.
You... You saw him?
Oh, yes.
Things we gotta do...
Get a nurse to see you...
Uh, uh,
I don't know, no.
Look, anyone that cares for you...
They're gonna understand...
It wasn't your fault.
I shouldn't have been there.
It wasn't your fault.
You hear me, belen, hmm?
I have to go.
(voice breaking): My ice cream's melting.
"graffiti gestapo."
You get that nickname
For getting physical
with bombers like carlos?
'course not.
I was trying to clean up the streets,
not take on gangs.
Clean up the streets.
That include chasing kids
with your flashlight?
Threatening to b*at them?
Might have tried to scare some punks.
You ask me,
Degenerates had it coming.
Someone's got to
Step up and do something about it.
Right?
I was taking back our city.
What, by stalking carlos?
Hunting him down?
Hey now,
I never stalked anyone.
So how'd you always know where he was at?
I got calls when kids were bombing.
Told me where to go.
Always the same voice.
You saying someone was ratting out bombers?
Don't know who it was.
Didn't care.
Made my job easier.
Rush: What about leon?
Chasing these kids around town.
You finally catch one?
Don't know any leon.
Oh, carlos's
Little friend.
Took a nosedive stories off a roof
A week before carlos was m*rder*d.
Sorry to hear that, but like I said,
Don't know anyone named leon.
Want to tell me why your name's
on his accident report, then?
Says here that you were
a witness to his death.
Valens: The date's October .
Ten-two.
One-oh-two.
Sound familiar?
Rush: Give you a clue.
Leon's nickname
Was turbo.
One-oh-two-- the day he d*ed.
Now, you got photos of his
tags all over your office.
You know every single place that he hit.
Valens: So tell us.
Who's turbo, don?
I don't know.
(sighs)
I just wanted them to stop.
I didn't think it would go that far.
Leon: When it's darkest, men see stars.
When it's darkest, men see stars.
Don't be scared, turbo.
This spot's gonna make the angels weep.
Whoo! (spray can rattling)
I w-want to see s-stars, carlos.
You want stars?
Yeah.
You got stars.
Let me see that first.
Emerson?
Now who's that?
You said there weren't any stars.
That's what you said.
Remember?
Did say that, but I was wrong.
All right.
Check this out.
Freeze, you maggots!
Oh, somebody narced us out!
Come on! Come on!
Come on! Let's go! Come on, k*ller.
Come on, let's go!
Come on, turbo!
You can do it!
Don: Get you, you little bastard!
Help! Carlos! I got you, man.
Carlos! Help! Carlos: I got you,
man. I got you.
(screams)
(body thuds)
(carlos panting)
Get out of here!
I'll tell them it was just me.
Go before the cops come!
Go!
Night...
Changed my life.
Can't fix what happened.
But I've tried to do some good.
If carlos
Was alive today, I'm sure...
He'd be doing exactly what I'm doing--
Giving these kids some hope.
Bell: What the hell was that, kat?
I'm trying to help you out here.
I'm-I'm sorry.
I... I couldn't take it.
Well, that much I got.
Look, if jarrod wants to see veronica,
He's gonna have to go to court.
Okay, I'm-I'm gonna have to warn you.
His-his lawyer's gonna present a guy
Who's been clean for five years.
I leave you alone at the table,
and now you're defending him?
I'm just saying how it's
gonna look in court.
Look, judges try to give parents
contact with their children.
No, this is different, curtis.
He's an ex-banger.
You're not.
He's still her father.
Not everyone deserves a second chance.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
In my book,
Guy should be able to see his own kid.
(passing car horn honks)
(crowd chatter)
Ma'am?
There a problem, lady? No.
Got to move the car.
Tracked the orange paint can
that carlos was k*lled with.
Manufacturer sold it to harold's hardware.
Store where gina worked.
Man: Excuse me.
I'm eddie clark.
Work at the fairhill soup kitchen.
Saw one of your posters.
I know this boy. Was there
When he painted this piece. (laughs)
Don't hardly do it justice, though.
Eddie: Beautiful, ain't it?
Just like I told you.
Spent a lot of time down here back then.
(paint can rattling)
(paint spraying)
Whoa!
Man, where...
Where did you learn how to do that?
Carlos: The streets.
Must be some damn angels on
the street you come from,
'cause I ain't never seen nothing like that.
Got us an artist in the sewer.
Ain't an artist.
You tell that to them.
What you...?
What you call it?
When it's darkest,
Men see stars.
That's what my friend always wanted.
Eddie: You got a gift, brother.
A real gift.
You could do something with that.
(water dripping)
What are they doing?
Maybe they want to see stars, too.
Still come down from time to time to look
At those stars.
Remind myself how far I've come.
You recognize those stars
From gina's clothing line? Jeffries: Yeah.
Our famous designer said
she'd never seen this mural.
"dead on site.
Talon."
What kind of girlfriend
leaves a message like that?
¶ jeffries: Recognize this, gina?
So I capped his burner.
Doesn't mean I hurt him.
You want to read that for us?
"dead on site."
It was just an empty thr*at.
You two have an argument?
Almost years ago?
You can't expect me to
remember ancient history.
You've been pawning carlos' stars off
As your own for nearly that long.
He wasn't the type to care if
somebody was biting his work.
Orange paint can that k*lled carlos
Was sold at harold's hardware.
It's not like you think.
I was all alone.
I needed his help... But he wouldn't do it.
("only you" by yazoo playing)
Carlos, there you are.
Gina.
I've been looking for you.
A junkie jumped me in the park.
Hey. I needed someone to watch my back.
I couldn't find you.
¶ can you hear me? ¶
¶ came back only yesterday ¶
¶ I'm moving farther away... ¶
Leon d*ed.
He fell.
¶ all I needed was ¶
¶ the love you gave... ¶
It's my fault
He was up there in the first place.
¶ all I needed for another day... ¶
The streets aren't safe.
That's why we need a crew.
¶ only you... ¶
Look.
It's the most I ever racked from harold.
Now we've got something to offer nrke.
What do you want with those thugs?
They've got a clubhouse,
A place to stay at night.
¶ listen to the words... ¶
Think they'll let you in their crew?
They will if you take me.
Tut said you can join them.
(stammering): You don't get it.
They're bombing 'cause they're punks.
I'm done with that.
All right, I don't care
about getting my name up.
I want to do something.
(sighs)
Help people.
In the sewer?
Nobody's going to see your work down here.
They already have.
(scoffs)
Look, I want to do
something with this, gina.
You could, too, if you'd just...
Bombers are getting clipped left and right.
Nrke is the only crew
Whose tags don't get taken down.
¶ all I needed was the love you gave... ¶
Right.
You're right.
Their tags never get buffed.
¶ and all I ever knew... ¶
Ever.
¶ only you ¶ get away.
I got to go do something.
No, no... Just wait right here.
Please don't leave me.
¶ gonna take a long time... ¶
I'll be back, I promise.
¶ and I wonder what's mine ¶
¶ can't take ¶ ¶
can't take no more. ¶
He never came back.
I was so mad, I slashed his mural.
I heard the next day on the streets,
he'd been k*lled.
You said he took your paint?
Five cannons of my signature orange.
Know where he went?
No.
He was right, though.
There's more to life than just bombing.
Stillman: Question is:
Where did he go with that paint?
Yeah, only the one can
found at the crime scene.
Wasn't any graffiti
In that alley.
Look.
The wall behind carlos's
body is completely bare.
It seem odd to you--
A whitewashed wall in nrke territory?
Would have been hit a hundred times.
That wall's got a story to tell.
Let's peel back the layers.
Your liquor store, your gym,
Your el stop, your dear mother's church.
Playing a game-- this is your life?
Cops must be bored.
Sit up.
Listen to the lady.
Above your liquor store, turbo .
On your gym marquee,
Turbo .
On the church door, turbo .
That your tag?
Tut is my scribe.
Yeah, in the ' s.
Then the mayor cracked down,
You needed a new tag,
one nobody could connect to you.
That... That all you got, huh?
Random coincidence in my hood?
Matched the paint samples
from turbo with auto paint
In your body shop.
It's expensive, but...
You get it wholesale, right?
You got me, I'm, I'm turbo .
You stink like a rat.
Who you calling a rat, man?
I'm the king. Yeah, king snitch.
Made anonymous calls about
carlos and his friend leon.
I ain't no rat, man.
Lowest life-form there is, except for pigs.
(chuckles)
(grunts)
Got something else you want to say, hmm?
Come on in, don.
A snitch used to call him every day.
Always the same voice.
Now he loves to talk.
Go ahead, say something.
Say something!
Son of a bitch, you're a dead man, man!
That's him.
Sit your ass down. That's police brutality,
Man! No, brutality is
What they do to snitches in the badlands.
Other bombers found out,
you'd have been a walking corpse.
Carlos was about to share
Your dirty secret with
the whole neighborhood.
You had to shut him up.
Look, I tried to give that fool an out.
But he wouldn't take it. Little punk
Thought he was better than me! Yeah, thought
He could ruin your rep. Spent years
Getting up, building my name.
Yeah, you said a name was
The only thing you had in this world.
Reason I took his.
Bitch thought he could
get me k*lled, thought
He could be king.
There's only one king.
(spraying) what the hell you doing?
Been waiting for you to get here.
Yeah, my boys been telling
me you been putting up lies.
I'm here to take 'em down.
Your boys combing the streets
so you can rat us taggers out?
"turbo ."
That's your new name?
I kind of like it.
That's my boy you got
k*lled with your snitching.
Turbo .
It's my tag now, bitch.
Don't even touch it.
Leave it alone, man.
Said I'm gonna take it down.
That's what I'm gonna do.
I'll take it down myself
If you lay off other bombers.
You giving me orders?
I'm the king!
It ain't about staying up.
We can do more, change things around here--
Everyone dying on the streets.
You high or something?
I said take it down.
What's the life expectancy for a snitch?
Take it down.
You might as well not even exist.
Take... It... Down!
Guess that's the only way
you're going to stay king
'cause it sure as hell ain't
your skills doing the trick.
(spraying) huh? Huh?
(spraying)
(groans)
(spray can clatters on ground)
("since you're gone" by the cars playing)
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ the nights are gettin' strange ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ well, nothing's makin'
sense since you're gone ¶
¶ I stumbled in the shade ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ everything's in perfect tense ¶
¶ well, I can't help it
when you fall apart ¶
¶ and I can't help it ¶
¶ guess you better start ¶
¶ that is forgettin' about you ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ nights are gettin' strange ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ since you're gone, throwin' it all away ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ the nights are gettin' strange ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ since you're gone, throwin' it all away ¶
¶ I can't help it, everything's a mess ¶
¶ I can't help it ¶
¶ you're so treacherous ¶
¶ when it comes to tenderness ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ I can't help it, everything's a mess ¶
¶ I can't help it ¶
¶ you're so treacherous ¶
¶ oh, where's that tenderness? ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ I missed the peak sensation ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ since you're gone,
I took the big vacation ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ well, never feel sedate ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ well, the moonlight ain't so great ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ well, I've thrown it all away ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶
¶ well, the nights are ¶
¶ since you're gone ¶ ¶
gettin' strange ¶
¶ I've thrown it all away ¶ ¶ since you're
gone. ¶