Yaya and Lamonte are grieving for their recently murdered sister.
YAYA How are we gonna do dis?
LAMONTE We show up at his crib.
YAYA No, I mean, exactly, you know?
LAMONTE I don’t get you.
YAYA Are we gonna rope him up…? Choke him out…? Burn him wit his iron…?
YAYA Don’t be a dildo.
LAMONTE I figured we do whatever comes to da moment.
YAYA I get dat but we should talk about it. Think it over.
YAYA It’s important, bro. Da way I see it, it’s gotta be carried out right. Caesar was tellin’ me yesterday-
ALBERTO -Here we go.
YAYA Anyway, Caesar was tellin’ me dat you gotta let everybody know they can’t mess wit your family. So it’s gotta be like a message.
LAMONTE We’re not in a gang, Yaya.
YAYA I know but – after two blocks, make a left – this is how I imagined it.
LAMONTE You imagined it?
YAYA All day! If we go in there and
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