SYSTEM VOICE: Press the star key to accept charges for this phone call from a prisoner at the Rikers Island Correctional Facility.
[A button being pressed.]
LARAE BARRETT: This is LaRae.
MAN: What do you want from me?
LARAE BARRETT: You know who I am. You know you can work for me, or, well, you don't have a lot of choices.
MAN: Look. I got no beef with you, ok? What do you want me to do?
LARAE BARRETT: Good man. What I need you to do is simple. You hauled produce, 'fore you went on inside, right?
LARAE BARRETT: My people need food. You're gonna find that food, and you're gonna give it to the people of my choosing. You get it? I tell you when and where, you keep it running.
MAN: There ain't gonna be a lot left.
LARAE BARRETT: Get creative. Find anything you can. And bring it to me.
MAN: Fuck. This isn't going to be easy. I'm gonna need trucks, I'm gonna need drivers...
LARAE BARRETT: You'll have them. Deliveries start tomorrow, you hear me?
MAN: Yeah. Oh, yeah. I sure do.