Out on a Lim (2022) - full transcript
Limmie, an ex high school football star, learns that life after the limelight is full of hardships. His friend Gunny, a notorious street hustler, finds out that going legit is easier said than done. Together they discover that one bad decision can leave you stuck OUT ON A LIM.
(Luxxe Media intro
SFX - soaring)
(intro tune)
(inmates talking)
- [Prison Guard] Eugene
Stiles, discharge.
- Hey homie, you be
safe up in here man.
- You know how do.
- [Prison Guard] Yeah, you
doing all that extensive talking
you need to come on.
You aint going no where,
You might as well lay
your ass back down.
(upbeat hip hop music)
♪ Yeah Yeah ♪
♪ Cash in the vault ♪
♪ Give me the smoke ♪
♪ I'm tryina buy the block ♪
♪ Give me a quote ♪
♪ All of this water ♪
♪ How the hell do I float? ♪
- You need a ride, homie?
- Ay, what's up nigga?
You always the late as
a motherfucker, man.
What's up?
- Man, I had to wait on
my way to my mom dukes,
to bring the whip.
- Shit nigga, open this shit up.
New technology
and all that, bro.
- Let me get you, man.
I got you.
- Damn, bro.
Get me the fuck
up outta here man.
What's up?
Boy
- Yo.
You been working
out or something?
Look a little medium swole.
What they feeding
you up in there man?
- Bullshit, man.
I just been doing
some pushups and shit.
You know what I mean?
Working on that.
- Yeah.
- But enough about me, man.
What's up with you, man?
What's up with these rumors
that you ain't trying
to do all state, man?
- I ain't trying to talk
about that right now.
- Man, that shit
better be a rumor, man.
For real man, school is serious.
You know that, man.
- Can you not just enjoy
your first day out, huh?
My brother.
Mr. Farah Khan.
- Yeah, all right.
I'ma talk to you about
that shit later, man.
But we ain't shit got out here
for you to be
playing around, dawg.
Yeah, make that move up
there by Lindsay man.
Word, I gotta go get my whip.
Hey, gimme a minute, man.
Let me get me a phone
then I'ma text you, aight?
- [Limmie] Yeah, hit me.
(Gunny sighs)
- Finally outta
that motherfucker.
Free!
(elevator beeping)
(Gunny knocking)
Where Dope Boy at?
- He in the back.
(door shuts)
(rap music)
- [Gunny] Cuz.
- Oh, shit.
If it ain't the man himself,
my motherfucking cousin,
Gunny, Gunny, what's up boy?
- Let me talk to
you for a minute.
Outside man, privately.
- Oh, shit, let's do it.
Don't have too much
fun without me shawty.
- You doing coke?
- Man, it ain't like that, cuz.
We just having a little fun.
- So let me understand this.
You selling the coke
and doing the coke,
matter of fact, man, look,
I don't even wanna know, man.
Let me just get that paper.
You still got that paper I
gave you to hold it down?
- I got you player.
Hey, when you ready to get
one of them things, man,
I can get you right.
Your cousin plugged in now.
- Oh, is that so?
- Man, I know you
itching to get back
on your hustling shit, man.
The game misses you, boi.
- Nah, man, I don't want
nothing to do with that.
I just need that paper that
you was holding down for me.
Them car keys, so I can
go get a crib real quick.
- I got you.
I got you, I got you.
- Yeah.
- Yo, you in a rush?
Stay and party with
your best cousin.
I got shawty here all night.
And she love some
pipe, you feel me.
- Yeah man, I gotta take
a rain check on that, cuz.
Car keys, yeah.
I gotta go get this
crib real quick.
You know what I mean?
- Aight, aight.
If you say so.
- Cuz, you wild as hell, man.
- Yo, you know you always
welcome to go crash on the couch.
Might be some stains
on that bitch.
- Yeah, yeah.
- But you welcome though.
- You wish.
Fuck that couch.
(Dope boy laughs)
- Oh, it's going be plenty
fucking on that couch.
(both laughing)
- [Gunny] You crazy boy.
I'm holla at you, man.
- Aight cuz, love you boi.
- Yo, let's get it!
(phone ringing)
- Yo, what up, who dis?
- What's up?
Guess who's back?
- Gunny, that you nigga?
- Live, in the flesh brother.
- Oh shit.
All right.
Hustle man back in action.
What's going on?
- Man, I'm trying to
get into something, man.
Where's a bar or
something popping at?
- You ain't said nothing.
I'm just finishing up here
at the boss lady crib.
She got me cleaning this shit.
- Boss lady?
You still messing with
them old ladies, man?
Them old cougars?
- Hey, you know I love
'em old rich hoes,
nigga you know what's up?
- Oh man, well listen man.
Tell Gertrude to relax.
Let you breathe a little bit.
I'm gonna come scoop you
and we go hit something up.
- Yeah, say less nigga.
All right.
I'ma send you the
address in a little bit.
- Aight.
- Aight, bet.
- Cool.
- Man say word.
I'm out of here
Lemme hurry up.
- So Deborah tells
me her son Ronnell
has been back in school
for about three weeks now.
So why is my son still
home playing video games,
when the semester
started three weeks ago?
Did you forget you're
on a scholarship?
- I'm not going back.
- What the hell you mean
you're not going back?
- I can't.
They kicked me out, mama.
- They did what?
- I flunked out, okay?
So they kicked me off the team.
And they took my scholarship.
- So when were you gonna
tell me about this?
What, you didn't think
I needed to know?
I'm around here bragging on you,
just sounding like a damn fool.
- Mama was gon' tell you.
I just,
I'm sorry.
I didn't want you
to be mad at me.
- Okay, son.
I'm sure you did your best.
- Yeah.
- Come and get something to eat.
I made you a plate.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Yeah.
- You know I'm surgical with
this right here, right baby?
- [Gunny] Rack up.
- You finally win one game.
Now your ass ain't on mute
- You, Got damn right.
I'm bragging my ass off.
The losses make the
wins so much sweeter.
- Yeah, aight.
Get ready for
another loss, nigga.
- That ain't happening.
I ain't taking no more losses.
You need to take your ass
home and talk to sugar mama.
See if she'll give you
a loan or something,
'cause we own something
like this, man.
That could happen.
This could be our
own spot right here.
- Same old, Gunny
boy, stay scheming.
Keep it up, you gon' be the
next hood millionaire bro.
Gimme that ball.
- Nah, billionaire,
real spit.
(phone vibrating)
Oh, come on, man.
This nigga.
- Gotta get back to
the old lady, man.
You know how that goes,
you know how that go.
Come on.
- That cougar got her nails
all up in your back, huh?
You only been out here
a couple of hours, man.
- You just mad 'cause
ain't nobody got they nails
in your back.
Don't be mad 'cause ain't nobody
taking care of your grumpy ass.
- I take care of
me, you know why?
'Cause at the end of the day,
the only one I gotta
worry about is me.
But you can go ahead
and run on, buddy.
You know she waiting
for you, now pay up.
Think about what I said, man.
- Do you ever miss high school?
- I do not miss anything
about that craziness.
- Not even a little bit?
You ever wanna go back
and relive the moments?
- Well I do miss
watching you play.
- Yeah.
I told my mom about getting
kicked off the football team.
- Oh, how did that go?
- Well, she ain't kill me.
(both laughing)
- That's a surprise.
- Yeah.
She took it way
better than I thought.
She said I gotta
get a job though.
- So what do you wanna do?
I mean like with life,
where do you see yourself?
- I don't know.
I haven't really
thought about that.
I mean football's
been my whole life.
It's cool.
But I guess I'm still
just figuring it all out.
- Well, you have your
whole life ahead of you,
but right now, what
do you wanna do?
'Cause I know your mama
ain't about to have you
laying up in her house all day.
(both chuckling)
- Well, I guess it just means
I can lay up with you all day.
- Uh, uh.
I don't lay up all day.
So ain't no man about
to lay up all day.
Even if he is my boyfriend.
- Mm.
(lips smacking)
I got it.
- What?
- I could be a stripper.
- Boy, you gotta learn how
to dance to be a stripper.
- I could dance girl,
don't play with me.
- Okay, show me your moves.
- Say less.
You gotta say nothing else.
Hold up.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
- Oh goodness.
Okay.
Okay.
No sir.
Limmie, that is not about
to get you no dollars.
- Yo,
don't be talking about my
dance moves like that, aight?
- No, you can't dance baby.
Come on, it's okay.
Yeah, you can't dance.
Don't be mad at me.
(Faith laughs)
Whatever.
- Damn.
- Why are you looking like that?
- Nothing.
I just love watching
you get dressed.
- Oh, is that right?
- Yeah.
- As much as you love
watching me get undressed.
- Nah, nah, nah.
Ain't nothing better than that.
I got you.
- Thank you.
- Baby.
Are you trying to make
you late for work, sir?
- Uh uh, just trying to
give you this work, girl.
- Oh my God.
Maybe later.
But as of right now I
gotta get ready to go.
And so do you.
So get dressed.
(Limmie shivering)
- That was so ice cold.
- Edge it up real
nice for me, sugar.
- Yes, ma'am.
- You want something to drink?
- Yeah, I'll take a water.
- Linda.
Get Rondo some water, sweetie.
- I love a strong young man.
When you finish out here,
I have more work for
you to do inside.
- Be right up.
- Okay.
♪ Type of way you
got me feeling ♪
♪ Pull, yeah ♪
♪ I ain't seen you in a minute ♪
There's my yard boy.
♪ You all alone ♪
♪ I'ma pick up and
kill it and drill it ♪
♪ Pick up and kill
it and drill it ♪
♪ The type of way
you get me feeling ♪
♪ Pull up, yeah ♪
♪ I aint seen you in a minute ♪
♪ I was wondering if it feels
the same when I'm in it ♪
♪ You all alone I'ma pick up
and kill it and drill it ♪
♪ Pick up and kill
it and drill it ♪
- Can I help you, young fella?
- Yeah, I was
looking at this spot.
Looked like a nice spot,
but I just gotta see the inside.
It's locked though.
You the owner?
- I certainly am.
- Oh, okay.
- Get you in here.
Feel free to take a look around,
this place just come
up on the market.
Previous tenant got
sick, had to give it up.
Cancer.
- Sorry to hear that.
This is a nice spot.
- Don't usually see young
folks such as yourself,
looking at a place like this.
How old are you?
- I'm 23.
Where I come from you'll be
lucky if you leave the hood 20,
I guess you could say
I'm wise and I'm O G.
- Okay.
- Ghetto standards.
- I hear you.
My son's about your age, Daniel.
He's into all that trap music,
like all them other kids are,
I don't really much
understand it myself.
- Danny boy likes
trap music, huh?
(Real estate broker chuckles)
- Yeah.
Mind if I ask you a question?
What kind of business
you looking to start?
- Let's just say
I'm a young man.
That's got a lot of aspirations.
- Good enough.
♪ Money don't sleep ♪
♪ Neither do I ♪
♪ when will I rest? ♪
♪ I will when I die? ♪
♪ I will when I die ♪
(mouse clicking)
- Shit.
Shit aint work.
- Excuse me, sir.
We're closed now.
We're gonna need you to go ahead
and wrap up what you're doing.
- All right, I got you.
I just gotta print this
shit out right here.
- Okay, well, when
you hit print,
it's gonna go to the
station over here.
We'll need you to
go ahead and...
- Black men ain't know how to
read and write for 400 years.
Now you wanna rush a nigga?
Print, it's done.
(cart rattling)
- Pearl!
(Teddy singing) Pearl
- Come on, girl.
You know you like when
I used to sing you,
you heard me calling
you from over there too.
Let me help you with these bags.
- I don't need your help.
I'm fine.
- I know you fine.
Still fine too.
(Teddy exclaims)
Your ass still stubborn too.
- And you're still
hard of hearing.
What part of, I
don't need your help.
Do you not understand, Teddy?
- How's my son?
I heard over there
at the high school
breaking all my old
football records-
- Ask him yourself.
Don't ask me about my son.
Because if you cared about him,
you would've left the
drugs and the women alone,
long enough to
show up in his life
and be a father to him.
- Come on, now.
'Causing a scene out
here for these people.
Now, you know I wanted
to be there for my son.
- No, I brought him
his first football.
I had brought him his
first pair of cleats.
All my son ever wanted was
to look out in those stands
and see his father
cheering him on.
- We used to be good together.
- My son may have gotten
his talent from you,
but that's all he's
ever gotten from you.
And do me a favor,
the next time you think
that you wanna try
and help me with
something, don't.
Goodbye, Teddy.
- Pearl, why you
wanna be like that?
(Teddy singing) Pearl
Come on now.
- Mr. Stiles,
unfortunately, we're not
gonna be able to approve
your business loan at this time.
- What you mean, it's all there.
Look, let me show you.
Maybe you didn't
look at the plan.
It's all there.
Repayment, timeline,
required, details.
What's the problem?
- It's an impressive plan.
One of the more thorough
plans I've seen,
but I'm afraid
without collateral,
the banks unwilling
willing to take the loan.
- If I had collateral,
I wouldn't need a loan.
Come on, man.
I'm here 'cause
I ain't got shit.
Look, look, sir.
I got a plan.
I got a vision.
I'm willing to do the work.
I just need a
little push please.
Can you please help me?
- I'm sorry,
but we just can't approve
something so risky
without collateral.
- I'm risky?
I grew up here, I live
in this neighborhood.
The Koreans got
the grocery stores,
the Arabs and Indians
got the convenience shops
and gas stations.
And the Asians got the
beauty supply shops.
We the only one without nothing.
- Settle down, sir.
- Your bank ain't right, man.
It's given money that everybody
except black people
that live here,
we gotta get it out
the mud and I'm risky?
We the ones putting
money in your bank.
- Sir.
We have to ask you to
leave the property.
- It's my neighborhood, man.
(ice rattling)
(door bell)
- Dreams.
- Hey, let me get a
fresh shrimp plate, bro.
- Is that all, sir?
- Yeah, I said make
sure it's fresh.
Not one of them old plates
y'all got sitting right there.
- Yeah, I heard you.
You want em fresh.
Is that all, sir?
- Damn, homie.
In high school you
was the man, homie.
Used to be that nigga.
- What's up then with it?
Nigga, what's up?
Huh, huh?
Lay your ass out just like
your boy over there, huh?
- What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
Officer, I appreciate you, man.
All right.
Lucky for you,
those high school
football championships
still means something to
some people in this city.
Otherwise, those cops will
be charging you with assault.
Look, I can't have you
working here no more.
I'm gonna have to let you go.
You can pick up your
last check on Friday.
Other than that,
I'm gonna have to ban
you from the restaurant.
- It's all right.
Just doing what you
gotta do, right boss?
I don't need this
shit anymore anyway.
(sad music)
- [Commentator] If you
are just tuning into this,
Georgia High School football
state championship broadcast,
the Wolverines led by
number one, prospect,
all American quarterback,
Limuel "Limmie" Staudomire,
are down by five.
As we enter the final
drive of the game.
If the Wolverines
lose this game,
it will be a disappointing end
to what otherwise
was a perfect season.
- [Coach] Roger,
roger, roger, roger.
Watch 50, watch 50.
Staudomire looking,
nowhere to pass it
He finds a gap, scrambles.
And he's off to the races.
(spectators cheering)
(team shouting)
Jackson misses the tackle.
And it's touch down.
For the Wolverines.
The Wolverines
are your Georgia High
School State Champions.
(crowd cheering)
- [Wolverine Team]
1, 2, 3, Wolverines!
(somber music)
- Hey.
Thought I'd cook you
something to cheer you up.
It's your favorite.
- You ain't have to do all that.
I take care of myself.
- Well, I did do all that.
I'm your girl.
So I don't mind
taking care of you.
- Sure you still wanna be?
- Where did that come from?
- I mean, it's not like I'm
going to the NFL anymore.
- So you think I'm with
you because of football?
- Yeah.
That's the only reason
why anybody in the city
ever cared about me.
And now those people that were
showing that fake ass love
are the same people
that treat me
like I'm a fucking has-been.
- Yeah, well I'm
not those people.
I'm your girl.
I'm not with you
because I have to be,
I'm with you because
I want to be.
- Baby, you good?
Baby, you okay?
(choking sounds)
(Faith coughing)
- Baby, you okay?
You sick?
(water running)
- I'm pregnant.
- Come here, come here.
I love you so much.
- I love you too.
(lip smacking)
- Where you at boy?
- I told you, you gon'
catch his fade, brother.
- Whatever.
Maybe if your feet ain't smell
like a bag of ass cheeks,
nigga I can fucking concentrate.
- Oh my God, here we go again.
With all them excuses, nigga.
I know you ain't
talking about my feet.
- Yes.
- 'Cause I just brought
brand new pair of sock.
- You need a brand
new pair of feet.
Dirty ass nigga.
- Damn, nigga, you got
tape worm, the fuck.
Y'all niggas gonna just
gonna come over here
and eat a nigga
food like that, man.
- Ay, nigga
You said "micasa sucasa"
that's like eat all
my food in Spanish.
- That's what I heard.
- See that's what's wrong
with you niggas, man.
Y'all don't value shit.
If y'all was contributors
and members of society,
it be fucking different, man.
Y'all can't come over here
in a man crib man
to eat his shit.
That's bro code 101, nigga.
- You need me to buy
some new snacks, nigga?
- Yeah, motherfucker,
that would be nice.
- Well, I just got fired.
So tell him, put 'em on my tab.
- Put it on his tab, nigga.
- You want some cool ranch
or you want some salt
and vinegar chips, nigga.
- Give him some salt
and vinegar, nigga.
- You niggas take
this for a joke, man.
Y'all like being broke?
Come on, man.
You're not in fucking
high school anymore.
This is the real fucking world.
The clock is ticking.
I ain't running around here
with no old motherfucking bitch
taking care of me.
And my mama dead.
So I ain't being no
fucking mama's boy.
- But do you realize you the
only one that's ever bitched?
He's the only one that
ever be bitching like this,
stay complaining,
but okay, since you
got it all figured out,
what's your plan?
Let's hear it.
- We need a lick.
- What?
- I'm sick of being
fucked up too, aight.
We need a lick.
I'm down if y'all down.
- Okay, big man.
What's your big ass plan then?
Yeah, go straight up there.
Straight ahead.
And y'all gotta be quick, man.
Real fast.
This ain't no bullshit.
Grab the iPhones out the box.
- Yeah, yeah, Android's right?
- You think everything a
motherfucking joke to y'all, man?
Damn.
What happened?
- Oh shit, I think we outta gas.
- You didn't put no
fucking gas in the car?
- Yeah, I didn't go
to a gas station.
Gas stations have cameras.
Why would I take a stolen
car to a gas station?
- Y'all can't be that
fucking stupid, man.
Shit.
- Oh, what?
(police siren)
Get down, get down.
- Shit.
- Get down, nigga.
- [Rondo] I can't go to jail.
- Stay low.
I'm low.
I can't go to jail, right?
I ain't built for this, man.
- [Gunny] Yo, shut your ass up.
(police siren retreating)
(car doors slamming)
(car door closing)
- What y'all boys
getting into tonight?
- Just drive this
motherfucker, man.
- Got it boss, rolling.
- [Gunny] Hey playboy, playboy.
What's good?
Let me sell you this
right here, man.
It that smell good, man.
- If you don't get your
broke ass away from my car
with that begging shit nigga,
do I look like I
wear that fake shit?
(girl laughing)
- Begging?
I'm a business man,
I'm just trying to get you
to support your
own people, dawg.
Business, huh?
So this your office, nigga?
Nigga, I sit with executives,
million dollar shit,
petty ass nigga.
Now back the fuck up.
I ain't gonna tell you again.
- You got it bro.
Yeah, no doubt.
(car engine revving)
- Yeah, what's up baby?
What you up to?
Yeah, you get those
tickets to Jamaica?
First class, right?
Shit, on the block.
Aight, love you.
Bye.
- Uh uh big time, what's up?
Yeah, big time.
It's time to pay that block tax.
- Come on, man.
Yeah, I don't wanna
hear none of that.
You way overdue
with the penalties.
- Come on, my nigga.
(gun shot)
Fuck you got, nigga?
Yeah, millionaire motherfuckers,
bleed just like us folk, huh?
- Boss, boss.
- Listen, we got a problem.
Tommy and his peoples,
they starting to get outta line.
- Oh no, sweetheart.
We don't have a problem.
See, I pay you very generously
to take care of problems.
So either you do your job
or I find someone who can.
- Okay, I'm gonna
take care of it,
but I'm gonna let you know
now shit gon' get real bloody,
if them niggas don't start
respecting boundaries.
- Well, get bloody then.
You're a strong young man.
Handle it.
- Nigga over there
talking to Tommy,
don't he work for
your queen pen?
- Yeah, that's that nigga.
Now I see why you been
missing in action,
and you been missing our
calls now I know why.
- Shit, Tommy a brave boy
pushing up on your workers
and shit, if you want,
you can get up on
them real close
and I cut him up real
nice and special.
- Nah, we going to fall
back on that nigga.
I got a plan for
Tommy, believe that.
Say less
- What's up, cuz?
What's poppin'?
- If it ain't my
favorite cousin.
Man, please tell me you ready
to come get down with
your people, man.
I keep telling you cuz,
I don't like to see you out here
lacking and scratching, man.
- That's why I'm here, man.
I need one of them things.
- Man, you family.
And I love you,
you know I love you,
but you know I can't
front nun right now, man.
You know that shit, bro.
- Listen, man, you out your
motherfucking mind, man.
I ain't never need no
motherfucking hand out, man.
I'm holding it down, man.
I'm good out here, man.
- Ooh, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, Kemo Sabe,
I ain't mean it like that.
But if I correctly recollect,
you did tell me when you
came home and I quote
"I'm through selling
that shit, cuz.
I ain't never going
back to prison, cuz."
Unquote.
- Yeah, no, you right
about the prison part.
But I need to make this move.
- I ain't gonna lie.
I knew your hustlin ass was
coming back to
the promised land.
- It ain't even like that.
I got some moves
I gotta make, man.
Without making the first move,
I can't get to the second move.
They don't give a black
man shit out here.
- Man, I know you
ain't still out here
trying to be the next Steve Jobs
or some bullshit
like that, nigga.
Well, stop with all
the madness, cuz.
Look at your skin, nigga.
Them crackers ain't
finna let you win.
Sometimes the nigga destiny,
it's just to sell these bricks,
smoke big ass
blunts of that shit
and fuck a whole lot of these
fine ass bitches, nigga.
No cap boi.
- Here you go, man.
Fuck them bitches, man.
You better be strapping up,
man shit real out here, man.
- Hey, ain't no better way
to die than in some pussy
if you ask me.
(Doboy laughing)
- I ain't dodged the bullets
out here for nothing.
I ain't gonna let no
pussy kill me, nigga.
It's about being wealthy
and getting that
corporate money, man.
- Man, fuck corporate America.
They just as crooked as me
and that's on the light days,
I'm getting in
where I fit in, fam.
And beside, you a street
nigga, just like me.
What is you talking 'bout, bro?
You tripped out, cuz.
- This is what I got, man.
- Your timing is impeccable.
Actually, I'm on the way to
meet the plug as we speak.
You welcome to ride, sir.
- Yeah, cool.
Cool, cool.
Let's do that.
Quicker I get that
brick the better.
- Shit, let do it
then family, shit.
It's been a minute, man.
Let's go.
- Cuz, what the fuck
is so funny, man?
- [Doboy] Just thinking
about the good old days, cuz.
Damn, I miss you, man.
- No homo, man.
I miss you too though.
Tell my little nephews,
I said "What up?", man.
- Man, I keep
telling niggas man,
my cousin solid, boi
Ay cuz on some real
shit though, man.
I appreciate you taking
that lift for me.
You know what I'm saying?
I mean, I would've
claimed my shit but.
- Never mind all that, cuz.
That's the past, be the past.
Let's just deal with what we
gotta deal with right now,
you understand me?
- Cuz, I'm gonna need
you to wait in the car.
You know how that shit go?
You know what I'm saying?
- How long you gonna be, man?
- They don't want no
strangers at the party.
In and out, player,
player, shit.
Chill.
I'm in and out that bitch,
in and out that bitch.
Don't have too much
fun without me, aight.
(train bell)
- Hey, Miss Shirley.
See, I told you I was gonna
have yo' money, didn't I?
You ain't got no
faith in a brother.
Damn.
Hol' up, hol' up,
hol' up, hol' up.
Bam!
- So, you've been
dodging me for a month,
now you finally show
up with my money?
I was really starting to
get worried 'bout you.
- Dodging you?
Aw, don't say it like that.
You know, I just
been a little busy.
You know how it is out here
- You a little short,
ain't you nigga?
- Yeah, I know,
but I promise I'ma make
it up on the next one.
I been making moves,
trying to build.
I'm making you a whole
lot of money, baby.
- Is that right?
- Oh, junkies make
terrible liars.
You been dodging me cuz
you've been working for Tommy.
- Man, look, it ain't like that.
- I treated you so well.
Such a shame.
I aint got no use
for no damn junky.
(footsteps)
- Bro, don't worry about it.
Don't worry about it.
I ain't gonna kill
you, all right.
- I got you, I got you.
- All right.
(gunshot)
♪ I'ma die one day ♪
(gun shots)
♪ I ain't laid a
nigga down in minute ♪
♪ I promise on God we can
get this bitch lit yeah ♪
♪ I'm die one day ♪
♪ But today ain't it ♪
(gunshots continue)
(car screeching)
- Damn, cuzzo.
Fuck.
Pick up the phone nigga.
Rondo, are you by yourself?
- [Rondo] Yeah bro,
what's going on?
Hey man, that damn bitch
just killed my cousin, man.
- [Rondo] What?
- Shirley and her fucking
goons, they killed cuz man.
They shot him right in
his motherfucking head.
- Are you sure it was her?
- Right in front of my
eyes, I seen it all, man.
- I knew he was connected,
but not like that.
You good? Did they seen you?
- I don't think so, man.
But listen, she took
some money from him.
I need that motherfucking
money back, that shit was mine.
So you just play it easy, man.
I'll figure this out.
I hit you in a little bit.
- [Limmie] All right,
bet, I got you bro.
- Fuck.
- Hello?
Okay, thank you.
What you got for me?
This is only known relative
and closest associate
to Dope boy.
His name is Eugene Stiles
but he's known on
the streets as Gunny.
- Yeah, I've seen this boy.
- Are you sure he's the one
that was there that night?
I mean I took care of the body.
So technically
there's no victim,
but having a witness show up,
would definitely
complicate things.
- I don't know.
But you better believe if
it's him, I'll find out.
- If you need me
to take care of it,
I can take care of it.
Tie up these loose ends.
- Yeah.
Stay close to him.
Don't make move just yet.
Not until I give you the word.
(papers rustling)
(door closing)
(knocking)
- How can I help you officer?
- Good evening, sir.
Officer Ramirez there's been
a missing persons report
for Deandre Snow, AKA Dope boy,
I was just wondering
if I could come in
and ask you a few questions.
- I haven't seen him.
- You haven't seen him?
- Well seeing you two arrested
together, a while back.
I thought maybe you'd seen him.
- Nah, you thought wrong.
That's behind me.
- Okay, sir.
- Sorry to bother you.
If you have any information,
don't hesitate to gimme a call.
(door shuts)
(Gunny sighing)
- Bresto.
We did that.
Got to know it, right?
I'm gonna need the rest of the
little cash we took though.
- Man, Risky gone
with that shit.
You already got your cut.
- I know though, man, but I'm
gonna need your cut though.
Look, Risky, all these
other niggas scared of you.
I ain't scared of you.
(Risky grunting)
(smacking sounds)
- Now, was that so
hard, pussy boy?
(rustling sound)
I told you, it's a
risky world nigga.
You better not have
spent a penny nigga.
- Damn, nigga.
- Ooh, shit.
Boy, that's you?
(banging sound) (grunting)
Superstar.
What's up with the you?
Boy, you at the city
lit up boi for real.
Breaking muthafuckin
tackles like a fool man.
How you been though?
- Man, I'm good.
Yo, you fucked that guy up?
What, he owe you money?
- The world owe me, man.
I'm just cashing out.
How the family though?
- We cool, bro.
- Yeah man.
You sho though boi?
- Yeah, yeah, we straight.
I ain't ever seen
you in a while,
I'm checking up for you.
I got to, man.
- Yeah, I'm just gonna go
see my girl for a minute.
That's all.
- Yeah, shit yeah.
Let me know if you need
me for anything, boy,
you know I got you, bubba.
- For sure.
- For real.
- No matter what it is.
Anything.
That for life, boy.
Shit, superstar.
(Risky laughs)
Touchdown!
- Hello, how are you?
- Good.
- All right, so now I'm gonna
put the gel on your belly.
Okay?
- Okay.
- That is so cold.
- It is, it is.
Is this your first child?
- Yes, this is our first child.
- Oh, you should be excited.
- Hell, yeah.
I'm ready to see my baby girl.
- Oh my gosh.
She swears he knows it's a girl.
- Cause I do, I know.
- Okay, Mr. Psychic, we'll see.
- All right, let's see
what Houdini got going on.
Oh wow, okay
Can you tell me what the
lottery number gon' be?
'Cause you right, baby.
(all chuckling)
That's your baby
girl right there.
All right.
Now let's see here, right here.
That is her head
and right here, those
are her little feet.
- I knew it was gonna be a girl.
I knew, I should have bet you.
- Her head is so big.
- Just like mama's
just like baby girl.
- Okay.
Shut up.
- She's gonna grow into it.
- Is that her little heart?
- Yes, indeed it is her heart
and it is a strong heartbeat.
Strong.
Congratulations, you
have a healthy baby girl.
- Thank you so much.
- Thank you.
- Absolutely.
Congratulations again, guys.
- Thank you.
- You found work yet?
- Not yet, mama.
I'm looking though.
- Limmie, you're grown now.
So that makes you
the man of the house.
And I know you've
been hanging around
with your little
girlfriend and all,
but you're not in
high school anymore.
We have bills to pay.
So you have to contribute.
- Are you disappointed in me?
Oh, so you mad now, huh?
Just cause I'm not
gonna be rich anymore,
and save us from
this damn hell hole?
- Boy, who the hell you
think you talking to?
- You know what, I'm
going to Faith's house.
Don't wait up.
(alarm system beeping)
(rap music plays)
♪ But I'm a playa so
I had to keep ballin ♪
♪ We play to we aint
trippin bout the losses ♪
♪ Turn your back on your
mans that's some flaw shit ♪
♪ My OG said you better
spit that raw shit ♪
♪ and you a playa so
you better keep ballin ♪
♪ Y'aint tough as I
of course you're not ♪
♪ you're soft inside ♪
♪ you're forced to ride
with a bunch of guys ♪
♪ Flaw as fuck,
your broad'll bust ♪
♪ but call up, I give her
back she'll charge a price ♪
♪ I'm the best one in
it this fundamental ♪
♪ I remember when the
funds was little ♪
♪ I played the game taking
shots and the layups ♪
♪ I aint had no time
for the lay up ♪
♪ I was solo tryin to
make mo dough no hoe ♪
♪ I was focused on the paper ♪
♪ On my way up stayed up ♪
♪ mentally and physically
for days bruh ♪
♪ Now I'm twice the man
they thought I was made of ♪
♪ with a bad bitch and I'm
dumb fly and my pockets heavy ♪
♪ What you think I'd
complain for, Sweet ♪
♪ I done made a couple
bands and I lost it ♪
- Im'a be right
back, Fuck with me.
You know what I'm saying,
woopty woo, you feel me.
Shit.
Whew! These hoes is on me
(rap music continues)
(toilet flushing)
Appreciate you my nigga.
- Here you go, my brother.
(stabbing sound)
- Oh, shit.
(rap music continues)
- But the business is,
fuck is this nigga?
- I'm just here
to clean the pool.
Like you requested.
- Well just give us
a minute, darling.
But you can start
inside for now.
- Yeah, no problem.
- You know, haven't
seen your little friend
around in a while.
What's that boy's name?
Gunny, right?
How's he been?
- Gunny being Gunny,
You know
I let him know you
asked about him though.
- Okay.
- You think this
nigga know something.
- I know if he does,
he got a lot of nerve
coming over here.
- Listen, Shirley, I know you.
What you and this is pretty
boy motherfucker got going on?
- Let me explain this to you.
I don't pay you to
mind my business.
I pay you to run my business.
- I got you, boss.
- You better.
(drawers opening)
(rummaging sound)
(paper rustling)
- The fuck you breathing
so hard for yard boy.
- Just, just working
man you know.
- Just stuttering and
working huh, nigga?
- Yeah.
You know Miss Shirley,
she appreciates
some good hard work.
- Something about
your motherfucking ass
I don't like, nigga.
I should blow your
motherfucking head off.
- Come on, man.
- Come on man, my ass.
Get the fuck outta here
boy. (falling sound)
Bitch ass nigga.
- You sure, man?
- That lady got a safe
in the house, right?
- Yes, nigga in the study.
But fuck all that, bro.
She gotta file with
your mugshot on it.
A police file, nigga.
How the fuck she get that?
- Man, you sure she
don't know that you know
that she killed Dope boy?
- Dawg, I don't think I'd be
alive right now if she did.
Fucking goon pulled a
burner on me though.
I got him up off me,
told him I was giving
Shirley that wood, nigga.
You know what I'm talking about?
Buddy was in his
feelings after that shit.
- You a fool for that one, man.
- But listen, me and
Limmie go run up in there.
Gun drawn, masked up.
Everything gon' be perfect.
You gotta stay in
character though.
No matter what happens,
just stay in character.
It's gonna get a
little rough though.
- What if her goons pull up?
You gotta have a lookout.
- Yeah, we do.
I'm gonna figure that one out.
Give me a couple days,
but it's gotta be
somebody we can trust.
- Facts.
- All right.
- Yeah, cool man.
Y'all be easy.
- Thought you might
like to see this,
surveillance footage
from near the warehouse.
That guy getting in the car,
definitely looks
like the kid, Gunny.
- Yeah, take care of him.
- Say less.
(dogs barking)
- I'll blow your
motherfucking head off, nigga.
(Risky laughing)
What the fuck up, hustler?
Lookin like you see
the motherfucking ghost
or something, man.
- You play too much.
- Man, you aint happy
to see me motherfucker?
- Shit.
I thought they was bullshitting
when they let your ass out.
- Man listen man.
- You beat that charge huh?
- Let's just say my
time was up, bubba.
- [Gunny] Welcome
home then nigga.
- Yeah, well fuck
all the formalities,
what's up with that
lick though, man?
I talked to your boy L.
He was the truth back
in the days, man.
Legendary shit.
- He told you about that?
- Why the fuck not my nigga?
Ain't no rat in me, boy.
He know I'm trained to go.
- Absolutely, I aint
mean it like that, boy.
- Yeah, you did.
But fuck that shit, man.
Let's get it, Bubba.
Hell Yeah
Let's get it then!
Yeah, burn something if I gotta.
Boy I don't give a fuck
we finna eat this year
Money!
- What up?
- Yo, you told Risky about
the motherfucking lick?
- Yeah, he just got home.
Plus he needed some money.
So I figured we could use him.
He got the experience.
- Experience?
- The fuck is you, HR?
You hiring niggas now?
Man, that nigga got
motherfucking bodies, man.
He ain't got no fucking sense.
- Y'all really be
tripping on Risky.
He a cool dude low key.
- Low key?
Man that nigga ain't low key.
You know what the
fuck he do, man?
He be out here
killing niggas, man.
I don't know how many bodies
that nigga done touched.
That nigga shot his stepdad
when he was nine years old man
and broad day in
front of Habibi's.
- Yo, his stepdad was
beating on his moms though.
And I don't blame
him for that shit.
Shit, ff you ask me, that's
some heroic ass shit.
- Well, I ain't ask
you motherfucker.
And you don't understand, man.
That's some fucking bad energy
and I don't need
fucking no bad energy.
We don't need no
fucking bad energy.
- This ain't exactly some good
energy type shit we on, fam.
- What the fuck you doing?
You having second thoughts?
You wanna live your life
with that old bitch, man?
You practically a
prostitute nigga, man.
- Bro, you always talking shit.
- That's why you got them
fucking dry ass lips, man.
Eating all that old ass pussy.
Fuck you, Gunny.
Man, what we doing is different
from what the fuck Risky doing.
What we doing is taking
bad and making it good,
that nigga's all fucking bad.
- Can't be all bad.
We all got some good in us.
- What the fuck?
Hitler has some good in him?
Gassing them fucking kids?
You think the KKK is good?
Hanging niggas on fucking trees
and letting them
fucking white kids watch
and then going home
with their family
and having fucking dinner nigga?
- Shit, they thought they was.
- Man, y'all can't
be this fucking dumb.
Y'all ain't a little
suspicious about
how he beat that last case?
The nigga name is Risky.
50/50.
- What?
- 50/50 Risky is
what they call him.
'Cause if you go
do a lick with him,
it's a 50/50 chance that you'll
be his next fucking lick.
- Yo, we gotta do what
we gotta do, okay?
We all need this shit.
After this, we ain't never
gotta mess with that dude again.
Aight?
Let's just do this shit.
- You know,
you don't seem like
yourself tonight,
is there something
you wanna tell me?
I mean,
I had my chef prepare
this wonderful meal
and you haven't touched it.
- No, it looks great.
I'm fine.
- I'm going upstairs to get
ready for my special treatment.
I'll ring you when I'm ready.
- Okay.
- Clean this up.
Don't fuck up my night.
(heels clacking)
(ominous music)
(Shirley moaning)
(lip smacking)
Get off me.
(footsteps)
(door squeaking)
(crashing sound)
- [Risky] No no bitch
Hell fuck no
Where the fuck that
mother fuckin safe at?
- [Shirley] Who
the fuck are you?
- This nigga out man.
- Man, fuck that.
Take me to the
motherfucking safe.
- Wake up, playboy.
- [Risky] I aint
playing with you.
Take me straight to
the motherfucking safe.
Get me to that damn safe now!
Hurry up and open up
that motherfucking safe!
None of that that funny shit.
(safe beeping)
What do you think, it's
motherfucking joke?
Next time the mother
fuckin sound you'll hear
is your brains being fried
Get that fucking shit open.
(Risky laughs) Jackpot
Get the fuck up.
Get, get the fuck
away from there.
Yeah, jackpot nigga.
Yeah.
Let's fill up bubba.
I should kill this mother
fucka for the fuck of it.
I'll be nice, she's
being so nice to us.
- Let's go
Hell no, I want it all.
Fuck that shit.
I want all this
shit, I kill you.
Fuck this.
- [Gunny] Nigga let's go.
- Appreciate doing
business with you.
(Shirley breathing heavily)
(gunshots)
(Risky screaming)
- Fuck!
- Fuck!
Come on nigga!
- [Gunny] Hold tight,
just talk to me man.
Keep talking man
We almost there
I just have to get
in another county
- I don't wanna
die like this bro.
(Limmie groaning)
Stay solid
I'm trying.
Shit.
(car screeching)
- [Gunny] Hey, we
need some help!
(machines beeping)
(heartbeat)
- Wake the fuck up, yard boy.
(punching sound)
Fucker.
I said, wake the fuck up nigga.
(hitting sound)
Let me see that shit, nigga.
- Fuck is this, man?
- Chill out.
- What you doing?
- My nigga Smiley would
have loved this shit.
But your two little niggas
killed him last night.
- What are you
talking about, man?
What I'm talking about, nigga?
I'm talking about them
two little motherfuckers,
they hit the safe last night.
Who are they?
- I don't know.
I dunno, man.
I swear.
- You don't know?
- I swear, man please.
- This nigga don't know, okay.
(Rondo screams)
- Okay, I'll tell you.
- What, what nigga?
- I can't breathe.
- Gunny, wasn't it?
Your friend, Gunny.
Figured as much.
The third guy, the
one that was outside.
Who was he?
Name?
- It was Limmie,
they call him Lim.
Okay, they call him, Lim.
Wait.
(gunshot)
- Clean this shit up.
(door creaking)
(floors creaking)
(blinds rustling)
(police siren)
(door slams open)
- Suspect got away, all units.
Suspect got away.
- I am sick and tired of
shit my coming up missing.
I know he took my
cigarettes, Cindy, I know.
My cigarettes didn't just up
and walk out the trailer, okay.
- Excuse me.
Look, I don't know what
kind of fucking fool
Dylan takes me for, okay.
But-
- Excuse me.
- I'm sick and tired.
- And they wanna act
like I'm the bitch.
I know like for what-
(tapping sound)
Cindy, I'm gonna have
to call you back.
I got a customer
being fucking rude.
Can I help you?
- Yeah, I need a room.
- I need to see your ID.
Here's my ID.
- We got a nice
suite you might like.
Nah, just a regular room.
- Okay.
All right.
135.
What's in the bags?
Don't worry about that.
Out the front.
Follow the building
around to your right.
First.
(door closing)
(Gunny sighs)
(police sirens)
- Shit.
- [Announcer] We
interrupt this program
to bring you a special report.
- [Reporter] Police are
looking for a suspect
in a violent robbery
as well as a string
of deadly killings
that have happened recently
across the Metro area.
Eugene Stlles,
also known as Gunny
is wanted for questioning.
If you have any info
on his location,
you are urged to
contact local police.
(remote banging sound)
(hotel room key beeps)
- Give me that
fucking money, boy.
(gunshot)
(Dylan screams)
Please, please.
I don't mean to do it.
Please, don't hurt me, please.
(Dylan crying)
- What the fuck
did you do to him?
Dylan, Dylan, oh my
God, are you okay?
- He shot me in my leg.
- Oh my God.
- Okay, hold on, I'm
gonna get help, okay.
I'm gonna get help.
- Shit.
Oh, shit.
(police sirens)
- Dear Father God, we
need you right now,
dear Lord Jesus.
Dear Lord God, heal my son.
Allow your spirit dear
Father God to move
through this hospital
room right now.
Dear Lord, God, we need you.
We need you Father God.
- Limmie never told
you I was pregnant?
- And you're sure that's his?
- Your son is laying
here half dead
and you still can't stop
being a bitch to me.
- Little girl.
Do you think you mean
more to my son than I do?
I'm the only family he has.
I've been a mama
and a daddy to him.
- Okay, so I'm his girlfriend,
the mother of his child.
- So what you think
you're special?
You ain't nothing but another
one of them, gold diggers
running after these
boys that play ball,
trying to catch 'em.
If Limmie was not
a football player,
you would've not given
my son the time of day.
- Limmie ain't got
shit to chase after.
I'm with him because I love
him and believe in him.
Limmie knows that.
And whether you like it
or not, he loves me too.
You know what this room
is for family only.
And right now, I'm the
only family he has.
So get out.
- Limmie is a man now
with his own family.
And sooner, rather than later,
you're gonna have
to accept the fact
that he's gonna make
his own decisions,
without you.
- Dear Father God, we
need you, Lord Jesus.
We need you to deliver
us dear Father God,
heal my son.
- You found my money?
- I'm working on it.
- Maybe you need to work harder.
- Listen, Shirley, I'm
doing the best that I can.
I got the best guys on this.
You know the motherfucker
that we shot,
he ain't even showing
up as a patient
in any of the
hospitals, we checked
and your cop friend, he
can't even find Gunny.
- I want the motherfuckers
dead and I want my money.
- Well maybe if you wasn't
fucking your yard boy,
none of this shit
would've happened.
- Let me explain
this to you again.
- I can suck, fuck, lick
whoever the fuck I choose,
that's my business.
You worry about finding my cash.
That's your business.
Now, get the fuck
off my property
and don't come back
without my Got damn money.
- You got it, boss.
(door closes)
- [Doctor] One more time.
This the home stretch.
You've got it.
- Okay.
- Okay, okay, okay
Bring it home, bring it home.
Come on, push.
(Faith screaming)
(Faith crying)
Great job.
Great job.
(baby crying)
- Hey mama.
Hi.
- Congratulations.
- Hi, thank you.
- [Together] Uncle
Gunny, uncle Gunny.
- You getting big, man.
What's up with you, been good?
You better make sure you
take care of your sister
and your mother, you hear me?
- Of course.
- For sure.
She look like she
giving you hell.
I need you to do me a favor.
Give this to your mother.
Make sure you give it
straight to her, you hear me?
Make sure y'all take
care of her, aight?
Do whatever she say
to you, alright?
- Okay.
- Yep.
- Y'all be good.
- All right.
- I'm gonna see y'all
later, all right.
Don't tell nobody
I was there, aight?
I love y'all.
Y'all be good.
Good.
(car engine revving)
(Limmie sniffles)
- What's her name?
- Dream.
Her name is Dream.
I was watching you sleep.
Well, that's what I told her.
Daddy's just sleeping.
I said to myself,
that whatever you
were dreaming about,
I want you to hold
onto that dream.
Hold onto that dream so
that when you wake up,
you go after it with
everything you got.
- Dream.
I like it.
- When you hold her,
she helps you remember
to go after everything
with your whole heart.
- Baby?
- Yeah.
- I love you and all.
But if you don't get
my baby girl right now.
I'm about to-
- Oh, what?
What you gon' do?
You wanna see daddy?
You wanna see daddy?
- Hey, mama.
Hey.
- Is everything okay?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, it's perfect now.
- Sir, can we ask you a few
questions private, please?
- Sir, we have a few
questions to ask you
about a robbery that took place
the night that you were shot.
- What kind of
questions do you have?
I already told the staff here,
I don't remember anything.
- Well, we interviewed
a robbery victim,
whose home was robbed the same
night you were checked in.
She stated that her security
shot one of her assailants,
but he got away.
It's a helluva coincidence
that you just happened to
get shot the same night.
- I don't know anything
about a robbery.
I was on the way home
and some guys jumped me.
The next I know, I woke up here.
I don't remember shit else.
- Sir, I know you're
under a lot of stress.
We don't mean to upset you.
Listen, I already
told my partner
that I don't think it was you.
Still remember what you
did for me in middle school
at Mount Zion.
You've got a good heart.
- Huh?
- You don't remember me, do you?
We went to school together, man.
It's me, Danny.
Dirty Danny.
Kids used to tease
the hell outta me,
how I was just some
poor white trash,
that didn't never
bother anybody.
I used to come to school
with these beat up shoes,
soles coming apart, could see
my socks through the cracks.
And even they had holes in them.
The other kids, they,
you know how kids can
be, man, they're cruel.
This guy, one day
he just comes in
with a brand new pair of shoes.
Told me he didn't
wear 'em anyways.
Couldn't believe this guy.
- I mean, it was nothing dir-
I mean, Dan,
I had a bunch of shoes anyway
and I never really wore 'em.
I just didn't like how
the kids was treating you.
- I don't know.
He does fit the body type.
And was shot around
the time the victim
says a guard shot her assailant.
I know y'all have
history, but procedure-
- I'm telling you,
he's a good guy.
He always has been,
listen, get some rest,
take care of yourself.
Take care of that baby.
Hold her tight.
Show her all the love you have.
Guys like us, we never had that.
It's major being a dad.
- So we done here?
- I think that
'bout wraps it up.
Get some rest brother.
- Found your guy.
Scumbag's just got out
of a coma and get this,
He just had a kid.
His girlfriend was
there with the baby.
I suggest you and your
people get outta here
and finish this piece of shit.
- Hey, dipshit.
No personal calls at work.
- Tell your wife to stop calling
me during work hours, bro.
- I'll catch up
to you later, man.
- All right.
(car door slams)
(nurses chattering)
- Limmie, get up,
get up, get up.
Nigga, get up outta here.
Fucker.
Motherfucker.
(gunshots)
(nurses and patients screaming)
- Man, that fucking
bitch killed Rondo, man,
that bitch has got to die, man.
Fuck.
- Oh, shit.
- Yo, my girl.
Yo, let me get your phone, bro.
No answer, fuck!
- Shit, man.
(engine revving)
(car screeching)
(congregant singing
"Amazing Grace")
(gunshot)
(congregant continues singing)
(Dream crying)
(congregation clapping)
- No,
No!
Baby, please.
(Limmie crying)
(sad music)
- [Gunny] Baby wasn't there.
- [Shirley] You know they say
the only thing more
dangerous than gangster,
is a family man.
But you wanna know what's
more dangerous than both?
I tell you, it's a woman
who's been scorned.
So let me make this clear.
Hell have no fury like what
I plan to do to your family,
if I don't get my
motherfucking money.
- Lady, please just-
- [Shirley] I'll
call you in 12 hours.
- I guess this is why they said
money's a root of all evil.
- Nah, the love of money
is the root of all evil.
- Well that evil
bitch killed my girl?
I can't let her take
my baby girl, man.
That's all I got.
- Don't worry, man.
We gonna get your
little girl back.
On errything.
That bitch gon' get
exactly what she deserve.
For killing Rondo.
- Yeah, I hope you right bro.
I really do.
Hello.
- [Shirley] Bring my
money to the old rail yard
on the west end in
exactly six hours.
- Okay, I wanna hear her-
(call drops)
Shit!
- You got this, man.
Go where we gotta go.
- Man, what's up with your plug?
It's fucked up out here.
- She got robbed.
- I ain't trying to
get in your business,
but it sound like
you need a new plug.
- Well, don't get
in my business.
Let me tell you something.
You never cross the plug,
you understand what
I'm saying, nigga?
- Yeah, you right.
My bad.
- I know it's your bad.
Get the outta my place, nigga.
- Shit.
(slurping sounds)
Fuck.
Hey, give me another
one of them pills.
- Huh?
- Out of the fuck
glove compartment.
Man, hurry the fuck up
before I have your ass
out here walking.
Bitch, did I tell you
to stop sucking my dick?
Ah, fuck.
God.
- Girl, I need you
to come pick me up.
This nigga just passed out.
He hot as fuck
and I just took all his
cash outta his pocket.
Like, come get me now.
I'm on flat rock.
(rap music playing)
♪ Throw some money on them
hoes I'm tryin ta see sum ♪
♪ That's them bitches up the
way I'm tryin ta beat sum ♪
♪ Sit it on a nigga face
he tryin ta eat sum ♪
♪ Go in his pockets while he
sleep I'm tryin ta keep sum ♪
- You wanna tell me
why I found you asleep
on the side of the road?
We found guns and
paraphernalia in the car.
You wanna tell me
who that belongs to?
- You making a big
fucking mistake, man.
- Am I?
- Yeah.
Call officer Ramirez, he'll
clear all this shit up.
- Ramirez?
Officer Ramirez?
- Yeah, that punta boy
works for my fucking boss
and you outta your
fucking league right now.
So just let me go
and we can act like this
shit never happened.
- You're under arrest.
- Fuck off me motherfucker.
- Anything you say or do,
can and will be used against
you in a court of law.
You have a right to an attorney.
(door slams)
(police siren)
- Yeah, that's him.
- Hey Cap, you wanted to see me?
What's going on here?
- Do you know this perp?
- Nope, can't say I do, Captain.
Why, what's the problem?
- Well, we arrested
this guy yesterday
on weapons and drug charges.
He claimed you
work for his boss.
- No, he must be confused.
Maybe he's on drugs.
Mistaking me for somebody else.
- He asked for you
by name, Ramirez.
Made it seem like maybe
you were his ticket
to not being arrested.
I don't know that
fucking guy, man.
You gonna' believe me
or some fucking piece
of shit criminal?
- Look, internal affairs
is investigating.
I have no choice,
but to suspend you
until they're finished
with their investigation.
- This is bullshit, man.
And you've know this, bro.
- Yep, he's guilty.
- Shirley, what the fuck?
- I'm gonna need you
to calm your ass down.
- Calm down?
Fuck that.
Where does your
superthug get off
telling the Got damn police
I worked for his boss
and now I got
fucking IA in my ass
and I'm fucking suspended!
- So what do they know?
- They don't know shit, man.
I can't believe these fools.
After all the years I gave them,
those fools have a lot of nerve.
- So what do you plan to do?
- I don't know.
I'm suspended.
What use do I have?
Can't do shit.
- Right.
You have no use.
(gunshot)
(tumbling sound)
(heels clacking)
- This is Agent Rawlins
and Agent Shields,
they're with the Federal
Bureau of Investigation.
They'll be taken over your case
as it now falls in
their jurisdiction.
- I'ma make this simple.
We know you were for this woman.
We've been building the
case on her for years, now.
We also know that you're
her second in command.
- So in other words, we
know you do her dirty work.
- Those weapons
confiscated at your arrest,
are tied to numerous
drug related murders.
Now we know that
you were just doing
what you were directed to do.
We know she's the
real queen pin.
- So, you can make this
very difficult on yourself,
or you can go ahead and
cooperate and make things easy.
It's that simple.
What's it gonna be?
- I want immunity.
No jail time.
(tapping sound)
- You're fucking crazy,
that ain't happening.
That ain't happening.
- Hold on, it depends on
your level of cooperation.
- I mean, I have to
pull some strings,
but we can make it happen.
- The fuck you waiting for then?
Get it done!
- So what are you thinking, man?
- We definitely have enough
to convict the enforcer,
but we'll still
need to establish
a clear chain in command.
- I mean, what
about phone records?
I mean, we have it right here.
- We have the communication
between the two,
but to establish
her as the boss,
it's going to be
a little tricky,
we're gonna need
his cooperation.
- That makes sense.
(phone vibrates)
- No, no, no, no.
Don't answer it.
She may not know that
he's in our custody.
We don't wanna
compromise our advantage.
- True.
- I wonder what's,
what's that?
- Now she's texting us.
- What does it say?
- Check this out.
Hostage exchange.
What do you think
she means by that?
- I'm not really sure,
but this may be an opportunity
for us to catch her
in the act, let's roll.
- Right now?
- Let's roll.
- What the fuck man,
you making love
what's something,
man, hurry the fuck up.
(inmates chattering)
Man, you ain't here what
the fuck I just said?
I said get off the phone.
- What's up bro?
Where you going?
- Hurry up, nigga?
(rap music)
- That's for Tommy nigga.
(benches crashing)
(sirens blaring)
- We're in a host situation.
Suspect is Shirley
Adams, a drug queen pin.
Also, she's a part of a
violent trafficking ring.
She's responsible
for multiple murders,
including a local officer,
who was a part of
her organization.
Her and her team,
is considered armed and
extremely dangerous.
All right?
Let's be safe.
Be sharp.
Let's move out.
♪ Hush little baby
don't say a word ♪
♪ Brother's gonna buy
you a mockingbird ♪
♪ And if that
mockingbird don't sing ♪
♪ Mother's gonna buy
you a diamond ring ♪
- She has your eyes.
- You got your money.
Don't hurt her, just
give me my baby.
(Dream cries)
- They say the sins of a father,
shall be visited
upon his children.
- No!
(gun shot)
- Got that ass.
- This FBI Agent Rawlins.
We've got you surrounded.
Nobody else has to die.
- [Reporter] Suspected drug
queen pen Shirley Adams
was killed by federal agents
who were attempting
to arrest her
on a slew of charges,
including kidnapping,
drug trafficking, murder,
extortion, and running
a criminal enterprise.
Shirley was also wanted in
the death of a local police
officer who was killed
in the line of duty.
Officer Louis Ramirez was
considered a great cop
and a great friend by
his fellow officers.
(Dream crying)
- It's like some
elephant butterfly?
You like it though it's okay.
(knocking)
Uh oh let's see who that is.
- Give me my grand baby.
- Here you go, mama.
- Hi, beautiful.
How are you?
I'm your grandma.
Look just like her daddy.
- I know.
Look at you.
She has your eyes.
She definitely has your eyes.
Thank you, thank you.
- Hi, beautiful.
I'm your grandma.
(Dream crying)
Yes I am.
(loud trap music)
- Hey, what's up?
Mr NBA, what's up?
What's going with y'all?
- Congratulations, man.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
(upbeat trap outro music)
SFX - soaring)
(intro tune)
(inmates talking)
- [Prison Guard] Eugene
Stiles, discharge.
- Hey homie, you be
safe up in here man.
- You know how do.
- [Prison Guard] Yeah, you
doing all that extensive talking
you need to come on.
You aint going no where,
You might as well lay
your ass back down.
(upbeat hip hop music)
♪ Yeah Yeah ♪
♪ Cash in the vault ♪
♪ Give me the smoke ♪
♪ I'm tryina buy the block ♪
♪ Give me a quote ♪
♪ All of this water ♪
♪ How the hell do I float? ♪
- You need a ride, homie?
- Ay, what's up nigga?
You always the late as
a motherfucker, man.
What's up?
- Man, I had to wait on
my way to my mom dukes,
to bring the whip.
- Shit nigga, open this shit up.
New technology
and all that, bro.
- Let me get you, man.
I got you.
- Damn, bro.
Get me the fuck
up outta here man.
What's up?
Boy
- Yo.
You been working
out or something?
Look a little medium swole.
What they feeding
you up in there man?
- Bullshit, man.
I just been doing
some pushups and shit.
You know what I mean?
Working on that.
- Yeah.
- But enough about me, man.
What's up with you, man?
What's up with these rumors
that you ain't trying
to do all state, man?
- I ain't trying to talk
about that right now.
- Man, that shit
better be a rumor, man.
For real man, school is serious.
You know that, man.
- Can you not just enjoy
your first day out, huh?
My brother.
Mr. Farah Khan.
- Yeah, all right.
I'ma talk to you about
that shit later, man.
But we ain't shit got out here
for you to be
playing around, dawg.
Yeah, make that move up
there by Lindsay man.
Word, I gotta go get my whip.
Hey, gimme a minute, man.
Let me get me a phone
then I'ma text you, aight?
- [Limmie] Yeah, hit me.
(Gunny sighs)
- Finally outta
that motherfucker.
Free!
(elevator beeping)
(Gunny knocking)
Where Dope Boy at?
- He in the back.
(door shuts)
(rap music)
- [Gunny] Cuz.
- Oh, shit.
If it ain't the man himself,
my motherfucking cousin,
Gunny, Gunny, what's up boy?
- Let me talk to
you for a minute.
Outside man, privately.
- Oh, shit, let's do it.
Don't have too much
fun without me shawty.
- You doing coke?
- Man, it ain't like that, cuz.
We just having a little fun.
- So let me understand this.
You selling the coke
and doing the coke,
matter of fact, man, look,
I don't even wanna know, man.
Let me just get that paper.
You still got that paper I
gave you to hold it down?
- I got you player.
Hey, when you ready to get
one of them things, man,
I can get you right.
Your cousin plugged in now.
- Oh, is that so?
- Man, I know you
itching to get back
on your hustling shit, man.
The game misses you, boi.
- Nah, man, I don't want
nothing to do with that.
I just need that paper that
you was holding down for me.
Them car keys, so I can
go get a crib real quick.
- I got you.
I got you, I got you.
- Yeah.
- Yo, you in a rush?
Stay and party with
your best cousin.
I got shawty here all night.
And she love some
pipe, you feel me.
- Yeah man, I gotta take
a rain check on that, cuz.
Car keys, yeah.
I gotta go get this
crib real quick.
You know what I mean?
- Aight, aight.
If you say so.
- Cuz, you wild as hell, man.
- Yo, you know you always
welcome to go crash on the couch.
Might be some stains
on that bitch.
- Yeah, yeah.
- But you welcome though.
- You wish.
Fuck that couch.
(Dope boy laughs)
- Oh, it's going be plenty
fucking on that couch.
(both laughing)
- [Gunny] You crazy boy.
I'm holla at you, man.
- Aight cuz, love you boi.
- Yo, let's get it!
(phone ringing)
- Yo, what up, who dis?
- What's up?
Guess who's back?
- Gunny, that you nigga?
- Live, in the flesh brother.
- Oh shit.
All right.
Hustle man back in action.
What's going on?
- Man, I'm trying to
get into something, man.
Where's a bar or
something popping at?
- You ain't said nothing.
I'm just finishing up here
at the boss lady crib.
She got me cleaning this shit.
- Boss lady?
You still messing with
them old ladies, man?
Them old cougars?
- Hey, you know I love
'em old rich hoes,
nigga you know what's up?
- Oh man, well listen man.
Tell Gertrude to relax.
Let you breathe a little bit.
I'm gonna come scoop you
and we go hit something up.
- Yeah, say less nigga.
All right.
I'ma send you the
address in a little bit.
- Aight.
- Aight, bet.
- Cool.
- Man say word.
I'm out of here
Lemme hurry up.
- So Deborah tells
me her son Ronnell
has been back in school
for about three weeks now.
So why is my son still
home playing video games,
when the semester
started three weeks ago?
Did you forget you're
on a scholarship?
- I'm not going back.
- What the hell you mean
you're not going back?
- I can't.
They kicked me out, mama.
- They did what?
- I flunked out, okay?
So they kicked me off the team.
And they took my scholarship.
- So when were you gonna
tell me about this?
What, you didn't think
I needed to know?
I'm around here bragging on you,
just sounding like a damn fool.
- Mama was gon' tell you.
I just,
I'm sorry.
I didn't want you
to be mad at me.
- Okay, son.
I'm sure you did your best.
- Yeah.
- Come and get something to eat.
I made you a plate.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Yeah.
- You know I'm surgical with
this right here, right baby?
- [Gunny] Rack up.
- You finally win one game.
Now your ass ain't on mute
- You, Got damn right.
I'm bragging my ass off.
The losses make the
wins so much sweeter.
- Yeah, aight.
Get ready for
another loss, nigga.
- That ain't happening.
I ain't taking no more losses.
You need to take your ass
home and talk to sugar mama.
See if she'll give you
a loan or something,
'cause we own something
like this, man.
That could happen.
This could be our
own spot right here.
- Same old, Gunny
boy, stay scheming.
Keep it up, you gon' be the
next hood millionaire bro.
Gimme that ball.
- Nah, billionaire,
real spit.
(phone vibrating)
Oh, come on, man.
This nigga.
- Gotta get back to
the old lady, man.
You know how that goes,
you know how that go.
Come on.
- That cougar got her nails
all up in your back, huh?
You only been out here
a couple of hours, man.
- You just mad 'cause
ain't nobody got they nails
in your back.
Don't be mad 'cause ain't nobody
taking care of your grumpy ass.
- I take care of
me, you know why?
'Cause at the end of the day,
the only one I gotta
worry about is me.
But you can go ahead
and run on, buddy.
You know she waiting
for you, now pay up.
Think about what I said, man.
- Do you ever miss high school?
- I do not miss anything
about that craziness.
- Not even a little bit?
You ever wanna go back
and relive the moments?
- Well I do miss
watching you play.
- Yeah.
I told my mom about getting
kicked off the football team.
- Oh, how did that go?
- Well, she ain't kill me.
(both laughing)
- That's a surprise.
- Yeah.
She took it way
better than I thought.
She said I gotta
get a job though.
- So what do you wanna do?
I mean like with life,
where do you see yourself?
- I don't know.
I haven't really
thought about that.
I mean football's
been my whole life.
It's cool.
But I guess I'm still
just figuring it all out.
- Well, you have your
whole life ahead of you,
but right now, what
do you wanna do?
'Cause I know your mama
ain't about to have you
laying up in her house all day.
(both chuckling)
- Well, I guess it just means
I can lay up with you all day.
- Uh, uh.
I don't lay up all day.
So ain't no man about
to lay up all day.
Even if he is my boyfriend.
- Mm.
(lips smacking)
I got it.
- What?
- I could be a stripper.
- Boy, you gotta learn how
to dance to be a stripper.
- I could dance girl,
don't play with me.
- Okay, show me your moves.
- Say less.
You gotta say nothing else.
Hold up.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
- Oh goodness.
Okay.
Okay.
No sir.
Limmie, that is not about
to get you no dollars.
- Yo,
don't be talking about my
dance moves like that, aight?
- No, you can't dance baby.
Come on, it's okay.
Yeah, you can't dance.
Don't be mad at me.
(Faith laughs)
Whatever.
- Damn.
- Why are you looking like that?
- Nothing.
I just love watching
you get dressed.
- Oh, is that right?
- Yeah.
- As much as you love
watching me get undressed.
- Nah, nah, nah.
Ain't nothing better than that.
I got you.
- Thank you.
- Baby.
Are you trying to make
you late for work, sir?
- Uh uh, just trying to
give you this work, girl.
- Oh my God.
Maybe later.
But as of right now I
gotta get ready to go.
And so do you.
So get dressed.
(Limmie shivering)
- That was so ice cold.
- Edge it up real
nice for me, sugar.
- Yes, ma'am.
- You want something to drink?
- Yeah, I'll take a water.
- Linda.
Get Rondo some water, sweetie.
- I love a strong young man.
When you finish out here,
I have more work for
you to do inside.
- Be right up.
- Okay.
♪ Type of way you
got me feeling ♪
♪ Pull, yeah ♪
♪ I ain't seen you in a minute ♪
There's my yard boy.
♪ You all alone ♪
♪ I'ma pick up and
kill it and drill it ♪
♪ Pick up and kill
it and drill it ♪
♪ The type of way
you get me feeling ♪
♪ Pull up, yeah ♪
♪ I aint seen you in a minute ♪
♪ I was wondering if it feels
the same when I'm in it ♪
♪ You all alone I'ma pick up
and kill it and drill it ♪
♪ Pick up and kill
it and drill it ♪
- Can I help you, young fella?
- Yeah, I was
looking at this spot.
Looked like a nice spot,
but I just gotta see the inside.
It's locked though.
You the owner?
- I certainly am.
- Oh, okay.
- Get you in here.
Feel free to take a look around,
this place just come
up on the market.
Previous tenant got
sick, had to give it up.
Cancer.
- Sorry to hear that.
This is a nice spot.
- Don't usually see young
folks such as yourself,
looking at a place like this.
How old are you?
- I'm 23.
Where I come from you'll be
lucky if you leave the hood 20,
I guess you could say
I'm wise and I'm O G.
- Okay.
- Ghetto standards.
- I hear you.
My son's about your age, Daniel.
He's into all that trap music,
like all them other kids are,
I don't really much
understand it myself.
- Danny boy likes
trap music, huh?
(Real estate broker chuckles)
- Yeah.
Mind if I ask you a question?
What kind of business
you looking to start?
- Let's just say
I'm a young man.
That's got a lot of aspirations.
- Good enough.
♪ Money don't sleep ♪
♪ Neither do I ♪
♪ when will I rest? ♪
♪ I will when I die? ♪
♪ I will when I die ♪
(mouse clicking)
- Shit.
Shit aint work.
- Excuse me, sir.
We're closed now.
We're gonna need you to go ahead
and wrap up what you're doing.
- All right, I got you.
I just gotta print this
shit out right here.
- Okay, well, when
you hit print,
it's gonna go to the
station over here.
We'll need you to
go ahead and...
- Black men ain't know how to
read and write for 400 years.
Now you wanna rush a nigga?
Print, it's done.
(cart rattling)
- Pearl!
(Teddy singing) Pearl
- Come on, girl.
You know you like when
I used to sing you,
you heard me calling
you from over there too.
Let me help you with these bags.
- I don't need your help.
I'm fine.
- I know you fine.
Still fine too.
(Teddy exclaims)
Your ass still stubborn too.
- And you're still
hard of hearing.
What part of, I
don't need your help.
Do you not understand, Teddy?
- How's my son?
I heard over there
at the high school
breaking all my old
football records-
- Ask him yourself.
Don't ask me about my son.
Because if you cared about him,
you would've left the
drugs and the women alone,
long enough to
show up in his life
and be a father to him.
- Come on, now.
'Causing a scene out
here for these people.
Now, you know I wanted
to be there for my son.
- No, I brought him
his first football.
I had brought him his
first pair of cleats.
All my son ever wanted was
to look out in those stands
and see his father
cheering him on.
- We used to be good together.
- My son may have gotten
his talent from you,
but that's all he's
ever gotten from you.
And do me a favor,
the next time you think
that you wanna try
and help me with
something, don't.
Goodbye, Teddy.
- Pearl, why you
wanna be like that?
(Teddy singing) Pearl
Come on now.
- Mr. Stiles,
unfortunately, we're not
gonna be able to approve
your business loan at this time.
- What you mean, it's all there.
Look, let me show you.
Maybe you didn't
look at the plan.
It's all there.
Repayment, timeline,
required, details.
What's the problem?
- It's an impressive plan.
One of the more thorough
plans I've seen,
but I'm afraid
without collateral,
the banks unwilling
willing to take the loan.
- If I had collateral,
I wouldn't need a loan.
Come on, man.
I'm here 'cause
I ain't got shit.
Look, look, sir.
I got a plan.
I got a vision.
I'm willing to do the work.
I just need a
little push please.
Can you please help me?
- I'm sorry,
but we just can't approve
something so risky
without collateral.
- I'm risky?
I grew up here, I live
in this neighborhood.
The Koreans got
the grocery stores,
the Arabs and Indians
got the convenience shops
and gas stations.
And the Asians got the
beauty supply shops.
We the only one without nothing.
- Settle down, sir.
- Your bank ain't right, man.
It's given money that everybody
except black people
that live here,
we gotta get it out
the mud and I'm risky?
We the ones putting
money in your bank.
- Sir.
We have to ask you to
leave the property.
- It's my neighborhood, man.
(ice rattling)
(door bell)
- Dreams.
- Hey, let me get a
fresh shrimp plate, bro.
- Is that all, sir?
- Yeah, I said make
sure it's fresh.
Not one of them old plates
y'all got sitting right there.
- Yeah, I heard you.
You want em fresh.
Is that all, sir?
- Damn, homie.
In high school you
was the man, homie.
Used to be that nigga.
- What's up then with it?
Nigga, what's up?
Huh, huh?
Lay your ass out just like
your boy over there, huh?
- What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
Officer, I appreciate you, man.
All right.
Lucky for you,
those high school
football championships
still means something to
some people in this city.
Otherwise, those cops will
be charging you with assault.
Look, I can't have you
working here no more.
I'm gonna have to let you go.
You can pick up your
last check on Friday.
Other than that,
I'm gonna have to ban
you from the restaurant.
- It's all right.
Just doing what you
gotta do, right boss?
I don't need this
shit anymore anyway.
(sad music)
- [Commentator] If you
are just tuning into this,
Georgia High School football
state championship broadcast,
the Wolverines led by
number one, prospect,
all American quarterback,
Limuel "Limmie" Staudomire,
are down by five.
As we enter the final
drive of the game.
If the Wolverines
lose this game,
it will be a disappointing end
to what otherwise
was a perfect season.
- [Coach] Roger,
roger, roger, roger.
Watch 50, watch 50.
Staudomire looking,
nowhere to pass it
He finds a gap, scrambles.
And he's off to the races.
(spectators cheering)
(team shouting)
Jackson misses the tackle.
And it's touch down.
For the Wolverines.
The Wolverines
are your Georgia High
School State Champions.
(crowd cheering)
- [Wolverine Team]
1, 2, 3, Wolverines!
(somber music)
- Hey.
Thought I'd cook you
something to cheer you up.
It's your favorite.
- You ain't have to do all that.
I take care of myself.
- Well, I did do all that.
I'm your girl.
So I don't mind
taking care of you.
- Sure you still wanna be?
- Where did that come from?
- I mean, it's not like I'm
going to the NFL anymore.
- So you think I'm with
you because of football?
- Yeah.
That's the only reason
why anybody in the city
ever cared about me.
And now those people that were
showing that fake ass love
are the same people
that treat me
like I'm a fucking has-been.
- Yeah, well I'm
not those people.
I'm your girl.
I'm not with you
because I have to be,
I'm with you because
I want to be.
- Baby, you good?
Baby, you okay?
(choking sounds)
(Faith coughing)
- Baby, you okay?
You sick?
(water running)
- I'm pregnant.
- Come here, come here.
I love you so much.
- I love you too.
(lip smacking)
- Where you at boy?
- I told you, you gon'
catch his fade, brother.
- Whatever.
Maybe if your feet ain't smell
like a bag of ass cheeks,
nigga I can fucking concentrate.
- Oh my God, here we go again.
With all them excuses, nigga.
I know you ain't
talking about my feet.
- Yes.
- 'Cause I just brought
brand new pair of sock.
- You need a brand
new pair of feet.
Dirty ass nigga.
- Damn, nigga, you got
tape worm, the fuck.
Y'all niggas gonna just
gonna come over here
and eat a nigga
food like that, man.
- Ay, nigga
You said "micasa sucasa"
that's like eat all
my food in Spanish.
- That's what I heard.
- See that's what's wrong
with you niggas, man.
Y'all don't value shit.
If y'all was contributors
and members of society,
it be fucking different, man.
Y'all can't come over here
in a man crib man
to eat his shit.
That's bro code 101, nigga.
- You need me to buy
some new snacks, nigga?
- Yeah, motherfucker,
that would be nice.
- Well, I just got fired.
So tell him, put 'em on my tab.
- Put it on his tab, nigga.
- You want some cool ranch
or you want some salt
and vinegar chips, nigga.
- Give him some salt
and vinegar, nigga.
- You niggas take
this for a joke, man.
Y'all like being broke?
Come on, man.
You're not in fucking
high school anymore.
This is the real fucking world.
The clock is ticking.
I ain't running around here
with no old motherfucking bitch
taking care of me.
And my mama dead.
So I ain't being no
fucking mama's boy.
- But do you realize you the
only one that's ever bitched?
He's the only one that
ever be bitching like this,
stay complaining,
but okay, since you
got it all figured out,
what's your plan?
Let's hear it.
- We need a lick.
- What?
- I'm sick of being
fucked up too, aight.
We need a lick.
I'm down if y'all down.
- Okay, big man.
What's your big ass plan then?
Yeah, go straight up there.
Straight ahead.
And y'all gotta be quick, man.
Real fast.
This ain't no bullshit.
Grab the iPhones out the box.
- Yeah, yeah, Android's right?
- You think everything a
motherfucking joke to y'all, man?
Damn.
What happened?
- Oh shit, I think we outta gas.
- You didn't put no
fucking gas in the car?
- Yeah, I didn't go
to a gas station.
Gas stations have cameras.
Why would I take a stolen
car to a gas station?
- Y'all can't be that
fucking stupid, man.
Shit.
- Oh, what?
(police siren)
Get down, get down.
- Shit.
- Get down, nigga.
- [Rondo] I can't go to jail.
- Stay low.
I'm low.
I can't go to jail, right?
I ain't built for this, man.
- [Gunny] Yo, shut your ass up.
(police siren retreating)
(car doors slamming)
(car door closing)
- What y'all boys
getting into tonight?
- Just drive this
motherfucker, man.
- Got it boss, rolling.
- [Gunny] Hey playboy, playboy.
What's good?
Let me sell you this
right here, man.
It that smell good, man.
- If you don't get your
broke ass away from my car
with that begging shit nigga,
do I look like I
wear that fake shit?
(girl laughing)
- Begging?
I'm a business man,
I'm just trying to get you
to support your
own people, dawg.
Business, huh?
So this your office, nigga?
Nigga, I sit with executives,
million dollar shit,
petty ass nigga.
Now back the fuck up.
I ain't gonna tell you again.
- You got it bro.
Yeah, no doubt.
(car engine revving)
- Yeah, what's up baby?
What you up to?
Yeah, you get those
tickets to Jamaica?
First class, right?
Shit, on the block.
Aight, love you.
Bye.
- Uh uh big time, what's up?
Yeah, big time.
It's time to pay that block tax.
- Come on, man.
Yeah, I don't wanna
hear none of that.
You way overdue
with the penalties.
- Come on, my nigga.
(gun shot)
Fuck you got, nigga?
Yeah, millionaire motherfuckers,
bleed just like us folk, huh?
- Boss, boss.
- Listen, we got a problem.
Tommy and his peoples,
they starting to get outta line.
- Oh no, sweetheart.
We don't have a problem.
See, I pay you very generously
to take care of problems.
So either you do your job
or I find someone who can.
- Okay, I'm gonna
take care of it,
but I'm gonna let you know
now shit gon' get real bloody,
if them niggas don't start
respecting boundaries.
- Well, get bloody then.
You're a strong young man.
Handle it.
- Nigga over there
talking to Tommy,
don't he work for
your queen pen?
- Yeah, that's that nigga.
Now I see why you been
missing in action,
and you been missing our
calls now I know why.
- Shit, Tommy a brave boy
pushing up on your workers
and shit, if you want,
you can get up on
them real close
and I cut him up real
nice and special.
- Nah, we going to fall
back on that nigga.
I got a plan for
Tommy, believe that.
Say less
- What's up, cuz?
What's poppin'?
- If it ain't my
favorite cousin.
Man, please tell me you ready
to come get down with
your people, man.
I keep telling you cuz,
I don't like to see you out here
lacking and scratching, man.
- That's why I'm here, man.
I need one of them things.
- Man, you family.
And I love you,
you know I love you,
but you know I can't
front nun right now, man.
You know that shit, bro.
- Listen, man, you out your
motherfucking mind, man.
I ain't never need no
motherfucking hand out, man.
I'm holding it down, man.
I'm good out here, man.
- Ooh, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, Kemo Sabe,
I ain't mean it like that.
But if I correctly recollect,
you did tell me when you
came home and I quote
"I'm through selling
that shit, cuz.
I ain't never going
back to prison, cuz."
Unquote.
- Yeah, no, you right
about the prison part.
But I need to make this move.
- I ain't gonna lie.
I knew your hustlin ass was
coming back to
the promised land.
- It ain't even like that.
I got some moves
I gotta make, man.
Without making the first move,
I can't get to the second move.
They don't give a black
man shit out here.
- Man, I know you
ain't still out here
trying to be the next Steve Jobs
or some bullshit
like that, nigga.
Well, stop with all
the madness, cuz.
Look at your skin, nigga.
Them crackers ain't
finna let you win.
Sometimes the nigga destiny,
it's just to sell these bricks,
smoke big ass
blunts of that shit
and fuck a whole lot of these
fine ass bitches, nigga.
No cap boi.
- Here you go, man.
Fuck them bitches, man.
You better be strapping up,
man shit real out here, man.
- Hey, ain't no better way
to die than in some pussy
if you ask me.
(Doboy laughing)
- I ain't dodged the bullets
out here for nothing.
I ain't gonna let no
pussy kill me, nigga.
It's about being wealthy
and getting that
corporate money, man.
- Man, fuck corporate America.
They just as crooked as me
and that's on the light days,
I'm getting in
where I fit in, fam.
And beside, you a street
nigga, just like me.
What is you talking 'bout, bro?
You tripped out, cuz.
- This is what I got, man.
- Your timing is impeccable.
Actually, I'm on the way to
meet the plug as we speak.
You welcome to ride, sir.
- Yeah, cool.
Cool, cool.
Let's do that.
Quicker I get that
brick the better.
- Shit, let do it
then family, shit.
It's been a minute, man.
Let's go.
- Cuz, what the fuck
is so funny, man?
- [Doboy] Just thinking
about the good old days, cuz.
Damn, I miss you, man.
- No homo, man.
I miss you too though.
Tell my little nephews,
I said "What up?", man.
- Man, I keep
telling niggas man,
my cousin solid, boi
Ay cuz on some real
shit though, man.
I appreciate you taking
that lift for me.
You know what I'm saying?
I mean, I would've
claimed my shit but.
- Never mind all that, cuz.
That's the past, be the past.
Let's just deal with what we
gotta deal with right now,
you understand me?
- Cuz, I'm gonna need
you to wait in the car.
You know how that shit go?
You know what I'm saying?
- How long you gonna be, man?
- They don't want no
strangers at the party.
In and out, player,
player, shit.
Chill.
I'm in and out that bitch,
in and out that bitch.
Don't have too much
fun without me, aight.
(train bell)
- Hey, Miss Shirley.
See, I told you I was gonna
have yo' money, didn't I?
You ain't got no
faith in a brother.
Damn.
Hol' up, hol' up,
hol' up, hol' up.
Bam!
- So, you've been
dodging me for a month,
now you finally show
up with my money?
I was really starting to
get worried 'bout you.
- Dodging you?
Aw, don't say it like that.
You know, I just
been a little busy.
You know how it is out here
- You a little short,
ain't you nigga?
- Yeah, I know,
but I promise I'ma make
it up on the next one.
I been making moves,
trying to build.
I'm making you a whole
lot of money, baby.
- Is that right?
- Oh, junkies make
terrible liars.
You been dodging me cuz
you've been working for Tommy.
- Man, look, it ain't like that.
- I treated you so well.
Such a shame.
I aint got no use
for no damn junky.
(footsteps)
- Bro, don't worry about it.
Don't worry about it.
I ain't gonna kill
you, all right.
- I got you, I got you.
- All right.
(gunshot)
♪ I'ma die one day ♪
(gun shots)
♪ I ain't laid a
nigga down in minute ♪
♪ I promise on God we can
get this bitch lit yeah ♪
♪ I'm die one day ♪
♪ But today ain't it ♪
(gunshots continue)
(car screeching)
- Damn, cuzzo.
Fuck.
Pick up the phone nigga.
Rondo, are you by yourself?
- [Rondo] Yeah bro,
what's going on?
Hey man, that damn bitch
just killed my cousin, man.
- [Rondo] What?
- Shirley and her fucking
goons, they killed cuz man.
They shot him right in
his motherfucking head.
- Are you sure it was her?
- Right in front of my
eyes, I seen it all, man.
- I knew he was connected,
but not like that.
You good? Did they seen you?
- I don't think so, man.
But listen, she took
some money from him.
I need that motherfucking
money back, that shit was mine.
So you just play it easy, man.
I'll figure this out.
I hit you in a little bit.
- [Limmie] All right,
bet, I got you bro.
- Fuck.
- Hello?
Okay, thank you.
What you got for me?
This is only known relative
and closest associate
to Dope boy.
His name is Eugene Stiles
but he's known on
the streets as Gunny.
- Yeah, I've seen this boy.
- Are you sure he's the one
that was there that night?
I mean I took care of the body.
So technically
there's no victim,
but having a witness show up,
would definitely
complicate things.
- I don't know.
But you better believe if
it's him, I'll find out.
- If you need me
to take care of it,
I can take care of it.
Tie up these loose ends.
- Yeah.
Stay close to him.
Don't make move just yet.
Not until I give you the word.
(papers rustling)
(door closing)
(knocking)
- How can I help you officer?
- Good evening, sir.
Officer Ramirez there's been
a missing persons report
for Deandre Snow, AKA Dope boy,
I was just wondering
if I could come in
and ask you a few questions.
- I haven't seen him.
- You haven't seen him?
- Well seeing you two arrested
together, a while back.
I thought maybe you'd seen him.
- Nah, you thought wrong.
That's behind me.
- Okay, sir.
- Sorry to bother you.
If you have any information,
don't hesitate to gimme a call.
(door shuts)
(Gunny sighing)
- Bresto.
We did that.
Got to know it, right?
I'm gonna need the rest of the
little cash we took though.
- Man, Risky gone
with that shit.
You already got your cut.
- I know though, man, but I'm
gonna need your cut though.
Look, Risky, all these
other niggas scared of you.
I ain't scared of you.
(Risky grunting)
(smacking sounds)
- Now, was that so
hard, pussy boy?
(rustling sound)
I told you, it's a
risky world nigga.
You better not have
spent a penny nigga.
- Damn, nigga.
- Ooh, shit.
Boy, that's you?
(banging sound) (grunting)
Superstar.
What's up with the you?
Boy, you at the city
lit up boi for real.
Breaking muthafuckin
tackles like a fool man.
How you been though?
- Man, I'm good.
Yo, you fucked that guy up?
What, he owe you money?
- The world owe me, man.
I'm just cashing out.
How the family though?
- We cool, bro.
- Yeah man.
You sho though boi?
- Yeah, yeah, we straight.
I ain't ever seen
you in a while,
I'm checking up for you.
I got to, man.
- Yeah, I'm just gonna go
see my girl for a minute.
That's all.
- Yeah, shit yeah.
Let me know if you need
me for anything, boy,
you know I got you, bubba.
- For sure.
- For real.
- No matter what it is.
Anything.
That for life, boy.
Shit, superstar.
(Risky laughs)
Touchdown!
- Hello, how are you?
- Good.
- All right, so now I'm gonna
put the gel on your belly.
Okay?
- Okay.
- That is so cold.
- It is, it is.
Is this your first child?
- Yes, this is our first child.
- Oh, you should be excited.
- Hell, yeah.
I'm ready to see my baby girl.
- Oh my gosh.
She swears he knows it's a girl.
- Cause I do, I know.
- Okay, Mr. Psychic, we'll see.
- All right, let's see
what Houdini got going on.
Oh wow, okay
Can you tell me what the
lottery number gon' be?
'Cause you right, baby.
(all chuckling)
That's your baby
girl right there.
All right.
Now let's see here, right here.
That is her head
and right here, those
are her little feet.
- I knew it was gonna be a girl.
I knew, I should have bet you.
- Her head is so big.
- Just like mama's
just like baby girl.
- Okay.
Shut up.
- She's gonna grow into it.
- Is that her little heart?
- Yes, indeed it is her heart
and it is a strong heartbeat.
Strong.
Congratulations, you
have a healthy baby girl.
- Thank you so much.
- Thank you.
- Absolutely.
Congratulations again, guys.
- Thank you.
- You found work yet?
- Not yet, mama.
I'm looking though.
- Limmie, you're grown now.
So that makes you
the man of the house.
And I know you've
been hanging around
with your little
girlfriend and all,
but you're not in
high school anymore.
We have bills to pay.
So you have to contribute.
- Are you disappointed in me?
Oh, so you mad now, huh?
Just cause I'm not
gonna be rich anymore,
and save us from
this damn hell hole?
- Boy, who the hell you
think you talking to?
- You know what, I'm
going to Faith's house.
Don't wait up.
(alarm system beeping)
(rap music plays)
♪ But I'm a playa so
I had to keep ballin ♪
♪ We play to we aint
trippin bout the losses ♪
♪ Turn your back on your
mans that's some flaw shit ♪
♪ My OG said you better
spit that raw shit ♪
♪ and you a playa so
you better keep ballin ♪
♪ Y'aint tough as I
of course you're not ♪
♪ you're soft inside ♪
♪ you're forced to ride
with a bunch of guys ♪
♪ Flaw as fuck,
your broad'll bust ♪
♪ but call up, I give her
back she'll charge a price ♪
♪ I'm the best one in
it this fundamental ♪
♪ I remember when the
funds was little ♪
♪ I played the game taking
shots and the layups ♪
♪ I aint had no time
for the lay up ♪
♪ I was solo tryin to
make mo dough no hoe ♪
♪ I was focused on the paper ♪
♪ On my way up stayed up ♪
♪ mentally and physically
for days bruh ♪
♪ Now I'm twice the man
they thought I was made of ♪
♪ with a bad bitch and I'm
dumb fly and my pockets heavy ♪
♪ What you think I'd
complain for, Sweet ♪
♪ I done made a couple
bands and I lost it ♪
- Im'a be right
back, Fuck with me.
You know what I'm saying,
woopty woo, you feel me.
Shit.
Whew! These hoes is on me
(rap music continues)
(toilet flushing)
Appreciate you my nigga.
- Here you go, my brother.
(stabbing sound)
- Oh, shit.
(rap music continues)
- But the business is,
fuck is this nigga?
- I'm just here
to clean the pool.
Like you requested.
- Well just give us
a minute, darling.
But you can start
inside for now.
- Yeah, no problem.
- You know, haven't
seen your little friend
around in a while.
What's that boy's name?
Gunny, right?
How's he been?
- Gunny being Gunny,
You know
I let him know you
asked about him though.
- Okay.
- You think this
nigga know something.
- I know if he does,
he got a lot of nerve
coming over here.
- Listen, Shirley, I know you.
What you and this is pretty
boy motherfucker got going on?
- Let me explain this to you.
I don't pay you to
mind my business.
I pay you to run my business.
- I got you, boss.
- You better.
(drawers opening)
(rummaging sound)
(paper rustling)
- The fuck you breathing
so hard for yard boy.
- Just, just working
man you know.
- Just stuttering and
working huh, nigga?
- Yeah.
You know Miss Shirley,
she appreciates
some good hard work.
- Something about
your motherfucking ass
I don't like, nigga.
I should blow your
motherfucking head off.
- Come on, man.
- Come on man, my ass.
Get the fuck outta here
boy. (falling sound)
Bitch ass nigga.
- You sure, man?
- That lady got a safe
in the house, right?
- Yes, nigga in the study.
But fuck all that, bro.
She gotta file with
your mugshot on it.
A police file, nigga.
How the fuck she get that?
- Man, you sure she
don't know that you know
that she killed Dope boy?
- Dawg, I don't think I'd be
alive right now if she did.
Fucking goon pulled a
burner on me though.
I got him up off me,
told him I was giving
Shirley that wood, nigga.
You know what I'm talking about?
Buddy was in his
feelings after that shit.
- You a fool for that one, man.
- But listen, me and
Limmie go run up in there.
Gun drawn, masked up.
Everything gon' be perfect.
You gotta stay in
character though.
No matter what happens,
just stay in character.
It's gonna get a
little rough though.
- What if her goons pull up?
You gotta have a lookout.
- Yeah, we do.
I'm gonna figure that one out.
Give me a couple days,
but it's gotta be
somebody we can trust.
- Facts.
- All right.
- Yeah, cool man.
Y'all be easy.
- Thought you might
like to see this,
surveillance footage
from near the warehouse.
That guy getting in the car,
definitely looks
like the kid, Gunny.
- Yeah, take care of him.
- Say less.
(dogs barking)
- I'll blow your
motherfucking head off, nigga.
(Risky laughing)
What the fuck up, hustler?
Lookin like you see
the motherfucking ghost
or something, man.
- You play too much.
- Man, you aint happy
to see me motherfucker?
- Shit.
I thought they was bullshitting
when they let your ass out.
- Man listen man.
- You beat that charge huh?
- Let's just say my
time was up, bubba.
- [Gunny] Welcome
home then nigga.
- Yeah, well fuck
all the formalities,
what's up with that
lick though, man?
I talked to your boy L.
He was the truth back
in the days, man.
Legendary shit.
- He told you about that?
- Why the fuck not my nigga?
Ain't no rat in me, boy.
He know I'm trained to go.
- Absolutely, I aint
mean it like that, boy.
- Yeah, you did.
But fuck that shit, man.
Let's get it, Bubba.
Hell Yeah
Let's get it then!
Yeah, burn something if I gotta.
Boy I don't give a fuck
we finna eat this year
Money!
- What up?
- Yo, you told Risky about
the motherfucking lick?
- Yeah, he just got home.
Plus he needed some money.
So I figured we could use him.
He got the experience.
- Experience?
- The fuck is you, HR?
You hiring niggas now?
Man, that nigga got
motherfucking bodies, man.
He ain't got no fucking sense.
- Y'all really be
tripping on Risky.
He a cool dude low key.
- Low key?
Man that nigga ain't low key.
You know what the
fuck he do, man?
He be out here
killing niggas, man.
I don't know how many bodies
that nigga done touched.
That nigga shot his stepdad
when he was nine years old man
and broad day in
front of Habibi's.
- Yo, his stepdad was
beating on his moms though.
And I don't blame
him for that shit.
Shit, ff you ask me, that's
some heroic ass shit.
- Well, I ain't ask
you motherfucker.
And you don't understand, man.
That's some fucking bad energy
and I don't need
fucking no bad energy.
We don't need no
fucking bad energy.
- This ain't exactly some good
energy type shit we on, fam.
- What the fuck you doing?
You having second thoughts?
You wanna live your life
with that old bitch, man?
You practically a
prostitute nigga, man.
- Bro, you always talking shit.
- That's why you got them
fucking dry ass lips, man.
Eating all that old ass pussy.
Fuck you, Gunny.
Man, what we doing is different
from what the fuck Risky doing.
What we doing is taking
bad and making it good,
that nigga's all fucking bad.
- Can't be all bad.
We all got some good in us.
- What the fuck?
Hitler has some good in him?
Gassing them fucking kids?
You think the KKK is good?
Hanging niggas on fucking trees
and letting them
fucking white kids watch
and then going home
with their family
and having fucking dinner nigga?
- Shit, they thought they was.
- Man, y'all can't
be this fucking dumb.
Y'all ain't a little
suspicious about
how he beat that last case?
The nigga name is Risky.
50/50.
- What?
- 50/50 Risky is
what they call him.
'Cause if you go
do a lick with him,
it's a 50/50 chance that you'll
be his next fucking lick.
- Yo, we gotta do what
we gotta do, okay?
We all need this shit.
After this, we ain't never
gotta mess with that dude again.
Aight?
Let's just do this shit.
- You know,
you don't seem like
yourself tonight,
is there something
you wanna tell me?
I mean,
I had my chef prepare
this wonderful meal
and you haven't touched it.
- No, it looks great.
I'm fine.
- I'm going upstairs to get
ready for my special treatment.
I'll ring you when I'm ready.
- Okay.
- Clean this up.
Don't fuck up my night.
(heels clacking)
(ominous music)
(Shirley moaning)
(lip smacking)
Get off me.
(footsteps)
(door squeaking)
(crashing sound)
- [Risky] No no bitch
Hell fuck no
Where the fuck that
mother fuckin safe at?
- [Shirley] Who
the fuck are you?
- This nigga out man.
- Man, fuck that.
Take me to the
motherfucking safe.
- Wake up, playboy.
- [Risky] I aint
playing with you.
Take me straight to
the motherfucking safe.
Get me to that damn safe now!
Hurry up and open up
that motherfucking safe!
None of that that funny shit.
(safe beeping)
What do you think, it's
motherfucking joke?
Next time the mother
fuckin sound you'll hear
is your brains being fried
Get that fucking shit open.
(Risky laughs) Jackpot
Get the fuck up.
Get, get the fuck
away from there.
Yeah, jackpot nigga.
Yeah.
Let's fill up bubba.
I should kill this mother
fucka for the fuck of it.
I'll be nice, she's
being so nice to us.
- Let's go
Hell no, I want it all.
Fuck that shit.
I want all this
shit, I kill you.
Fuck this.
- [Gunny] Nigga let's go.
- Appreciate doing
business with you.
(Shirley breathing heavily)
(gunshots)
(Risky screaming)
- Fuck!
- Fuck!
Come on nigga!
- [Gunny] Hold tight,
just talk to me man.
Keep talking man
We almost there
I just have to get
in another county
- I don't wanna
die like this bro.
(Limmie groaning)
Stay solid
I'm trying.
Shit.
(car screeching)
- [Gunny] Hey, we
need some help!
(machines beeping)
(heartbeat)
- Wake the fuck up, yard boy.
(punching sound)
Fucker.
I said, wake the fuck up nigga.
(hitting sound)
Let me see that shit, nigga.
- Fuck is this, man?
- Chill out.
- What you doing?
- My nigga Smiley would
have loved this shit.
But your two little niggas
killed him last night.
- What are you
talking about, man?
What I'm talking about, nigga?
I'm talking about them
two little motherfuckers,
they hit the safe last night.
Who are they?
- I don't know.
I dunno, man.
I swear.
- You don't know?
- I swear, man please.
- This nigga don't know, okay.
(Rondo screams)
- Okay, I'll tell you.
- What, what nigga?
- I can't breathe.
- Gunny, wasn't it?
Your friend, Gunny.
Figured as much.
The third guy, the
one that was outside.
Who was he?
Name?
- It was Limmie,
they call him Lim.
Okay, they call him, Lim.
Wait.
(gunshot)
- Clean this shit up.
(door creaking)
(floors creaking)
(blinds rustling)
(police siren)
(door slams open)
- Suspect got away, all units.
Suspect got away.
- I am sick and tired of
shit my coming up missing.
I know he took my
cigarettes, Cindy, I know.
My cigarettes didn't just up
and walk out the trailer, okay.
- Excuse me.
Look, I don't know what
kind of fucking fool
Dylan takes me for, okay.
But-
- Excuse me.
- I'm sick and tired.
- And they wanna act
like I'm the bitch.
I know like for what-
(tapping sound)
Cindy, I'm gonna have
to call you back.
I got a customer
being fucking rude.
Can I help you?
- Yeah, I need a room.
- I need to see your ID.
Here's my ID.
- We got a nice
suite you might like.
Nah, just a regular room.
- Okay.
All right.
135.
What's in the bags?
Don't worry about that.
Out the front.
Follow the building
around to your right.
First.
(door closing)
(Gunny sighs)
(police sirens)
- Shit.
- [Announcer] We
interrupt this program
to bring you a special report.
- [Reporter] Police are
looking for a suspect
in a violent robbery
as well as a string
of deadly killings
that have happened recently
across the Metro area.
Eugene Stlles,
also known as Gunny
is wanted for questioning.
If you have any info
on his location,
you are urged to
contact local police.
(remote banging sound)
(hotel room key beeps)
- Give me that
fucking money, boy.
(gunshot)
(Dylan screams)
Please, please.
I don't mean to do it.
Please, don't hurt me, please.
(Dylan crying)
- What the fuck
did you do to him?
Dylan, Dylan, oh my
God, are you okay?
- He shot me in my leg.
- Oh my God.
- Okay, hold on, I'm
gonna get help, okay.
I'm gonna get help.
- Shit.
Oh, shit.
(police sirens)
- Dear Father God, we
need you right now,
dear Lord Jesus.
Dear Lord God, heal my son.
Allow your spirit dear
Father God to move
through this hospital
room right now.
Dear Lord, God, we need you.
We need you Father God.
- Limmie never told
you I was pregnant?
- And you're sure that's his?
- Your son is laying
here half dead
and you still can't stop
being a bitch to me.
- Little girl.
Do you think you mean
more to my son than I do?
I'm the only family he has.
I've been a mama
and a daddy to him.
- Okay, so I'm his girlfriend,
the mother of his child.
- So what you think
you're special?
You ain't nothing but another
one of them, gold diggers
running after these
boys that play ball,
trying to catch 'em.
If Limmie was not
a football player,
you would've not given
my son the time of day.
- Limmie ain't got
shit to chase after.
I'm with him because I love
him and believe in him.
Limmie knows that.
And whether you like it
or not, he loves me too.
You know what this room
is for family only.
And right now, I'm the
only family he has.
So get out.
- Limmie is a man now
with his own family.
And sooner, rather than later,
you're gonna have
to accept the fact
that he's gonna make
his own decisions,
without you.
- Dear Father God, we
need you, Lord Jesus.
We need you to deliver
us dear Father God,
heal my son.
- You found my money?
- I'm working on it.
- Maybe you need to work harder.
- Listen, Shirley, I'm
doing the best that I can.
I got the best guys on this.
You know the motherfucker
that we shot,
he ain't even showing
up as a patient
in any of the
hospitals, we checked
and your cop friend, he
can't even find Gunny.
- I want the motherfuckers
dead and I want my money.
- Well maybe if you wasn't
fucking your yard boy,
none of this shit
would've happened.
- Let me explain
this to you again.
- I can suck, fuck, lick
whoever the fuck I choose,
that's my business.
You worry about finding my cash.
That's your business.
Now, get the fuck
off my property
and don't come back
without my Got damn money.
- You got it, boss.
(door closes)
- [Doctor] One more time.
This the home stretch.
You've got it.
- Okay.
- Okay, okay, okay
Bring it home, bring it home.
Come on, push.
(Faith screaming)
(Faith crying)
Great job.
Great job.
(baby crying)
- Hey mama.
Hi.
- Congratulations.
- Hi, thank you.
- [Together] Uncle
Gunny, uncle Gunny.
- You getting big, man.
What's up with you, been good?
You better make sure you
take care of your sister
and your mother, you hear me?
- Of course.
- For sure.
She look like she
giving you hell.
I need you to do me a favor.
Give this to your mother.
Make sure you give it
straight to her, you hear me?
Make sure y'all take
care of her, aight?
Do whatever she say
to you, alright?
- Okay.
- Yep.
- Y'all be good.
- All right.
- I'm gonna see y'all
later, all right.
Don't tell nobody
I was there, aight?
I love y'all.
Y'all be good.
Good.
(car engine revving)
(Limmie sniffles)
- What's her name?
- Dream.
Her name is Dream.
I was watching you sleep.
Well, that's what I told her.
Daddy's just sleeping.
I said to myself,
that whatever you
were dreaming about,
I want you to hold
onto that dream.
Hold onto that dream so
that when you wake up,
you go after it with
everything you got.
- Dream.
I like it.
- When you hold her,
she helps you remember
to go after everything
with your whole heart.
- Baby?
- Yeah.
- I love you and all.
But if you don't get
my baby girl right now.
I'm about to-
- Oh, what?
What you gon' do?
You wanna see daddy?
You wanna see daddy?
- Hey, mama.
Hey.
- Is everything okay?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, it's perfect now.
- Sir, can we ask you a few
questions private, please?
- Sir, we have a few
questions to ask you
about a robbery that took place
the night that you were shot.
- What kind of
questions do you have?
I already told the staff here,
I don't remember anything.
- Well, we interviewed
a robbery victim,
whose home was robbed the same
night you were checked in.
She stated that her security
shot one of her assailants,
but he got away.
It's a helluva coincidence
that you just happened to
get shot the same night.
- I don't know anything
about a robbery.
I was on the way home
and some guys jumped me.
The next I know, I woke up here.
I don't remember shit else.
- Sir, I know you're
under a lot of stress.
We don't mean to upset you.
Listen, I already
told my partner
that I don't think it was you.
Still remember what you
did for me in middle school
at Mount Zion.
You've got a good heart.
- Huh?
- You don't remember me, do you?
We went to school together, man.
It's me, Danny.
Dirty Danny.
Kids used to tease
the hell outta me,
how I was just some
poor white trash,
that didn't never
bother anybody.
I used to come to school
with these beat up shoes,
soles coming apart, could see
my socks through the cracks.
And even they had holes in them.
The other kids, they,
you know how kids can
be, man, they're cruel.
This guy, one day
he just comes in
with a brand new pair of shoes.
Told me he didn't
wear 'em anyways.
Couldn't believe this guy.
- I mean, it was nothing dir-
I mean, Dan,
I had a bunch of shoes anyway
and I never really wore 'em.
I just didn't like how
the kids was treating you.
- I don't know.
He does fit the body type.
And was shot around
the time the victim
says a guard shot her assailant.
I know y'all have
history, but procedure-
- I'm telling you,
he's a good guy.
He always has been,
listen, get some rest,
take care of yourself.
Take care of that baby.
Hold her tight.
Show her all the love you have.
Guys like us, we never had that.
It's major being a dad.
- So we done here?
- I think that
'bout wraps it up.
Get some rest brother.
- Found your guy.
Scumbag's just got out
of a coma and get this,
He just had a kid.
His girlfriend was
there with the baby.
I suggest you and your
people get outta here
and finish this piece of shit.
- Hey, dipshit.
No personal calls at work.
- Tell your wife to stop calling
me during work hours, bro.
- I'll catch up
to you later, man.
- All right.
(car door slams)
(nurses chattering)
- Limmie, get up,
get up, get up.
Nigga, get up outta here.
Fucker.
Motherfucker.
(gunshots)
(nurses and patients screaming)
- Man, that fucking
bitch killed Rondo, man,
that bitch has got to die, man.
Fuck.
- Oh, shit.
- Yo, my girl.
Yo, let me get your phone, bro.
No answer, fuck!
- Shit, man.
(engine revving)
(car screeching)
(congregant singing
"Amazing Grace")
(gunshot)
(congregant continues singing)
(Dream crying)
(congregation clapping)
- No,
No!
Baby, please.
(Limmie crying)
(sad music)
- [Gunny] Baby wasn't there.
- [Shirley] You know they say
the only thing more
dangerous than gangster,
is a family man.
But you wanna know what's
more dangerous than both?
I tell you, it's a woman
who's been scorned.
So let me make this clear.
Hell have no fury like what
I plan to do to your family,
if I don't get my
motherfucking money.
- Lady, please just-
- [Shirley] I'll
call you in 12 hours.
- I guess this is why they said
money's a root of all evil.
- Nah, the love of money
is the root of all evil.
- Well that evil
bitch killed my girl?
I can't let her take
my baby girl, man.
That's all I got.
- Don't worry, man.
We gonna get your
little girl back.
On errything.
That bitch gon' get
exactly what she deserve.
For killing Rondo.
- Yeah, I hope you right bro.
I really do.
Hello.
- [Shirley] Bring my
money to the old rail yard
on the west end in
exactly six hours.
- Okay, I wanna hear her-
(call drops)
Shit!
- You got this, man.
Go where we gotta go.
- Man, what's up with your plug?
It's fucked up out here.
- She got robbed.
- I ain't trying to
get in your business,
but it sound like
you need a new plug.
- Well, don't get
in my business.
Let me tell you something.
You never cross the plug,
you understand what
I'm saying, nigga?
- Yeah, you right.
My bad.
- I know it's your bad.
Get the outta my place, nigga.
- Shit.
(slurping sounds)
Fuck.
Hey, give me another
one of them pills.
- Huh?
- Out of the fuck
glove compartment.
Man, hurry the fuck up
before I have your ass
out here walking.
Bitch, did I tell you
to stop sucking my dick?
Ah, fuck.
God.
- Girl, I need you
to come pick me up.
This nigga just passed out.
He hot as fuck
and I just took all his
cash outta his pocket.
Like, come get me now.
I'm on flat rock.
(rap music playing)
♪ Throw some money on them
hoes I'm tryin ta see sum ♪
♪ That's them bitches up the
way I'm tryin ta beat sum ♪
♪ Sit it on a nigga face
he tryin ta eat sum ♪
♪ Go in his pockets while he
sleep I'm tryin ta keep sum ♪
- You wanna tell me
why I found you asleep
on the side of the road?
We found guns and
paraphernalia in the car.
You wanna tell me
who that belongs to?
- You making a big
fucking mistake, man.
- Am I?
- Yeah.
Call officer Ramirez, he'll
clear all this shit up.
- Ramirez?
Officer Ramirez?
- Yeah, that punta boy
works for my fucking boss
and you outta your
fucking league right now.
So just let me go
and we can act like this
shit never happened.
- You're under arrest.
- Fuck off me motherfucker.
- Anything you say or do,
can and will be used against
you in a court of law.
You have a right to an attorney.
(door slams)
(police siren)
- Yeah, that's him.
- Hey Cap, you wanted to see me?
What's going on here?
- Do you know this perp?
- Nope, can't say I do, Captain.
Why, what's the problem?
- Well, we arrested
this guy yesterday
on weapons and drug charges.
He claimed you
work for his boss.
- No, he must be confused.
Maybe he's on drugs.
Mistaking me for somebody else.
- He asked for you
by name, Ramirez.
Made it seem like maybe
you were his ticket
to not being arrested.
I don't know that
fucking guy, man.
You gonna' believe me
or some fucking piece
of shit criminal?
- Look, internal affairs
is investigating.
I have no choice,
but to suspend you
until they're finished
with their investigation.
- This is bullshit, man.
And you've know this, bro.
- Yep, he's guilty.
- Shirley, what the fuck?
- I'm gonna need you
to calm your ass down.
- Calm down?
Fuck that.
Where does your
superthug get off
telling the Got damn police
I worked for his boss
and now I got
fucking IA in my ass
and I'm fucking suspended!
- So what do they know?
- They don't know shit, man.
I can't believe these fools.
After all the years I gave them,
those fools have a lot of nerve.
- So what do you plan to do?
- I don't know.
I'm suspended.
What use do I have?
Can't do shit.
- Right.
You have no use.
(gunshot)
(tumbling sound)
(heels clacking)
- This is Agent Rawlins
and Agent Shields,
they're with the Federal
Bureau of Investigation.
They'll be taken over your case
as it now falls in
their jurisdiction.
- I'ma make this simple.
We know you were for this woman.
We've been building the
case on her for years, now.
We also know that you're
her second in command.
- So in other words, we
know you do her dirty work.
- Those weapons
confiscated at your arrest,
are tied to numerous
drug related murders.
Now we know that
you were just doing
what you were directed to do.
We know she's the
real queen pin.
- So, you can make this
very difficult on yourself,
or you can go ahead and
cooperate and make things easy.
It's that simple.
What's it gonna be?
- I want immunity.
No jail time.
(tapping sound)
- You're fucking crazy,
that ain't happening.
That ain't happening.
- Hold on, it depends on
your level of cooperation.
- I mean, I have to
pull some strings,
but we can make it happen.
- The fuck you waiting for then?
Get it done!
- So what are you thinking, man?
- We definitely have enough
to convict the enforcer,
but we'll still
need to establish
a clear chain in command.
- I mean, what
about phone records?
I mean, we have it right here.
- We have the communication
between the two,
but to establish
her as the boss,
it's going to be
a little tricky,
we're gonna need
his cooperation.
- That makes sense.
(phone vibrates)
- No, no, no, no.
Don't answer it.
She may not know that
he's in our custody.
We don't wanna
compromise our advantage.
- True.
- I wonder what's,
what's that?
- Now she's texting us.
- What does it say?
- Check this out.
Hostage exchange.
What do you think
she means by that?
- I'm not really sure,
but this may be an opportunity
for us to catch her
in the act, let's roll.
- Right now?
- Let's roll.
- What the fuck man,
you making love
what's something,
man, hurry the fuck up.
(inmates chattering)
Man, you ain't here what
the fuck I just said?
I said get off the phone.
- What's up bro?
Where you going?
- Hurry up, nigga?
(rap music)
- That's for Tommy nigga.
(benches crashing)
(sirens blaring)
- We're in a host situation.
Suspect is Shirley
Adams, a drug queen pin.
Also, she's a part of a
violent trafficking ring.
She's responsible
for multiple murders,
including a local officer,
who was a part of
her organization.
Her and her team,
is considered armed and
extremely dangerous.
All right?
Let's be safe.
Be sharp.
Let's move out.
♪ Hush little baby
don't say a word ♪
♪ Brother's gonna buy
you a mockingbird ♪
♪ And if that
mockingbird don't sing ♪
♪ Mother's gonna buy
you a diamond ring ♪
- She has your eyes.
- You got your money.
Don't hurt her, just
give me my baby.
(Dream cries)
- They say the sins of a father,
shall be visited
upon his children.
- No!
(gun shot)
- Got that ass.
- This FBI Agent Rawlins.
We've got you surrounded.
Nobody else has to die.
- [Reporter] Suspected drug
queen pen Shirley Adams
was killed by federal agents
who were attempting
to arrest her
on a slew of charges,
including kidnapping,
drug trafficking, murder,
extortion, and running
a criminal enterprise.
Shirley was also wanted in
the death of a local police
officer who was killed
in the line of duty.
Officer Louis Ramirez was
considered a great cop
and a great friend by
his fellow officers.
(Dream crying)
- It's like some
elephant butterfly?
You like it though it's okay.
(knocking)
Uh oh let's see who that is.
- Give me my grand baby.
- Here you go, mama.
- Hi, beautiful.
How are you?
I'm your grandma.
Look just like her daddy.
- I know.
Look at you.
She has your eyes.
She definitely has your eyes.
Thank you, thank you.
- Hi, beautiful.
I'm your grandma.
(Dream crying)
Yes I am.
(loud trap music)
- Hey, what's up?
Mr NBA, what's up?
What's going with y'all?
- Congratulations, man.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
(upbeat trap outro music)