Tre blocks her path, hands in his pockets.
TRE
(quiet, cold)
“You’ve been busy, Micky. Memphis warehouse… Twin moving sugar work .”
“You’re running two empires now. Marley’s, and yours. But in my city, that makes me the landlord. So you pay rent… or I burn the whole thing down tonight. And maybe your brother’s party with it.”
Micky’s jaw clenches.
MICKY
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Tre pulls out his phone — an image of Twin at the Memphis warehouse glows on the screen.
TRE
“I’d say Marley deserves to see this, wouldn’t you?”
Micky (and a low non-condescending, sexy and seductive voice)
“ tre, are you really that mad that I stop fucking you? Is this what it is about? I know you said it was the best shit you ever had, but let’s be clear you rich you wouldn’t have been rich if you would’ve met me and if you wanna continue to be rich, I would shut the fuck up about stuff that you don’t know anything about or should I really let THE STREETS know that you did not pull the trigger on gosee, you Don’t have nobody bodies. So do you wanna go body for body my NIgga . you’ll never be Marley and I’ll be damned if you’ll try to take me or him down . you small time my NGA, I made you who you are today, I don’t think by tomorrow morning I won’t make you back to Mr. small time my guy”
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INT. VIP BALCONY – SAME TIME
MARLEY stands with his RIGHT-HAND MAN, looking at a different photo — grainy surveillance of Twin in Memphis. It’s the same shot Tre has, sent to him by his own watcher.
MARLEY
(quiet)
“She’s been lying to me.”
But is it for me or is it for her?
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INT. SERVICE HALLWAY – CONTINUOUS
The conversation between Tre and Micky turns sharp. Voices rise.
MAQUINESS appears at the far end of the hall, watching. She’s been listening long enough to know exactly what’s going on.
MAQUINESS
Walks up in between Mickey and Trey locking eyes with Mickey saying
“You should tell him, Micky. Before someone else does.”
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MARLEY steps into the hallway from the other side, his presence shutting everyone up. His eyes bounce between Tre, Micky, and Maquiness.
MARLEY
“What’s going on?”
Tre smirks, stepping toward him.
TRE
“Your queen’s been running her own kingdom, king. Memphis. Sugar. Cutting your work and stacking her pockets.”
“ your precious Mickey is also known as queen sugar”
He pulls out his phone and flips it toward her — a crystal-clear shot of Twin loading unmarked crates.
Micky’s eyes don’t flinch, but her jaw sets.
MICKY
“You think you can touch me without burning down your own house?”
TRE
(smiles)
“I think I can burn yours before sunrise.”