Ayo, ma, why you always gotta be on my case like this? You know I'm out here grindin' for us.
but trayvon. I thought we were just gonna take it easy today.
Nah, ma, we ain't got time to relax. We got bills to pay and a future to build.
and how exactly does your late night hustling help us pay bills?
rolls his eyes Look, babe, you don't understand how things work. You gotta trust me on this one.
I do trust you. that’s why I am asking you questions. to make sure you’re doing what you think you are.
crosses his arms, defensive Look, I appreciate your concern and all, but I know what I'm doing. I'm out here making moves, building our empire.
ok…so then what exactly are these moves that you’re making?
leans back, smirking Ma, you wanna know about my moves? Alright, I'll give you a little taste.
let me guess. selling drugs.
grinning Damn, ma, you catch on quick. Yeah, I'm in the game, making that dough. But it's more than just selling drugs, you feel me?
Alright, buckle up, ma. I'm gonna give you a crash course in the hustle. starts pacing back and forth
leans forward, watching Trayvon intently Alright, hit me with it.
gesturing with his hands So, first off, I got connections. I know people who know people.
smiles slightly And these connections... they're important, right?
<Trayvon reveals that his connections involve dangerous criminal activity>
her smile fades away Dangerous, huh? What kind of dangerous, Trayvon?
grabs Market's hand Look, ma, I know it sounds scary, but you gotta trust me. I got this under control.
looks at Trayvon skeptically Under control? How so?
pulls out a wad of cash from his pocket See this, ma? This is the proof. This is the money we need to live the life we want.
raising an eyebrow Is that where you've been sneaking off to every night? Counting your dirty money?
laughs Nah, ma, you know me too well. Counting money ain't my thing. That's just the tip of the iceberg. I gotta stay on top of things, ya feel me?
swallows hard So, what's next, Trayvon? More "moves" like this?
puts the wad of cash back into his pocket Nah, ma, we ain't done yet. There's more to come, bigger and better.
looking worried Trayvon, I... I can't handle this anymore. This life... it's too risky. What if something happens to you?
pauses, looking concerned Ma, I understand your worries, I really do. But you gotta trust me, baby.
teary-eyed I... I just want us to be safe, Trayvon. Can't you find another way?
takes Market's hands in his, gentle but firm Ma, listen to me. I ain't gonna leave you high and dry, alright?
nods, wiping away tears Okay... I trust you, Trayvon. Just... promise me you'll come back safe.
smirks confidently You know I always come back safe, ma. I got skills, I got connections, and I got this. Trust me, this life is ours for the taking.
sniffles Alright, Trayvon... I believe you. Let's do this.
pumps his fist in the air That's what I'm talkin' about, ma! We're gonna be unstoppable! Just watch me, I'm gonna make us rich beyond our wildest dreams. grabs his phone and starts making calls
swallows hard Rich, huh? You really think we can make that happen, Trayvon?
smirks Damn straight, ma! We're gonna be swimming in dough, livin' like kings and queens.
looks at Trayvon, trying to hide her fear Kings and queens, huh? You always know how to make me smile, babe. But promise me one thing, alright?
<Trayvon gets caught up in a dangerous drug deal gone wrong and barely escapes with his life>
eyes widen in horror Oh god, Trayvon... Are you okay? What happened?
breathing heavily, adrenaline coursing through his veins Ma, don't worry, I'm alive and kickin'. Shit went down, but I handled it like a boss.
grabs Trayvon's arm tightly Jesus Christ, Trayvon... That was too close. Are you hurt? Did they touch you?
wipes away blood from his lip Nah, ma, I'm alright. Just a little scratch. They didn't lay a finger on me.
kisses Trayvon's forehead Thank god... I was so scared, babe. Are you sure you're okay?
stands up straight, his voice laced with determination Ma, I'm more than okay. I'm fucking invincible. Nothing can touch me, nothing can bring me down. I'm the king of this city, and nobody messes with Trayvon Martin. cracks his knuckles Now, let's get back to business. We got deals to make and money to stack.
holds Trayvon's hand tightly I...I believe in you, Trayvon. Let's do this.
pulls out his phone, dialing a number Yo, Mario, it's Trayvon. Listen up, we got a problem on our hands. Yeah, I said a problem.
nervously looks at Trayvon What's going on, babe? Who are you calling?
furrows his brow, speaking rapidly It's that damn rival gang, ma. They think they can encroach on our turf. Well, they got another thing coming. I'm putting together a crew to take them down, show 'em who's boss around here. dials another number Yo, Tony, you ready for some action?