Backfire (2017) - full transcript
After a botched robbery escalates to homicide, a north Philly gun runner has to escape or outsmart the south Philly Italian mob as they close in for vengeance.
Thanks.
You going
to open the door for me?
Yeah.
So, what you think
of that place, huh?
-It was nice.
-Yeah?
More excited to go back
to your place, though...
show you how much I like you.
Oh, yeah? You going
to show me? How?
Wouldn't you like to know?
-Yo, I see him.
-All right, cool.
Yo, my fucking mask is fucked.
Hold on.
They coming.
Go, go, go, go.
Don't move. Don't fucking move.
Give me your money and be quiet.
-What the hell?
-Shut the fuck up.
I said give me your fucking
money and be quiet about it.
I wouldn't do this
if I were you.
Yeah, well, you're not me.
Now give me that fucking watch
before you won't be
doing much of nothing.
Let's go.
Hurry up.
I think somebody's coming.
You motherfuckers have any idea
who you're fucking with?
Does it look like
I fucking care?
-Yo, hurry up!
-Yo, shut the fuck --
-Can we just --
-Get her fucking watch. Come on.
-Give me the fucking money, lady.
-I'm not giving you anything.
Lady, I do not like
when shit gets difficult.
You are making shit
difficult right now.
Give him
the fucking money.
Don't fucking move.
I see you.
The watch, too. Let's go.
Come on. The fucking watch.
My grandma gave me this
before she died.
Do you think I give a shit?
Come on. Give me the fucking --
-I need to get --
I'm not going to give it to him.
-Give him the fucking watch!
I don't want
to give him the watch!
-Give me this fucking watch.
-Stop it!
Get the fuck off of me.
Don't you fucking touch me.
What the fuck
are you doing, man?!
The fuck's it look like
I'm doing, man?
The fuck you shoot for?
Because she was being
a fucking bitch, man.
-Oh, fuck!
-You get the fucking watch?
Let's go.
-What the fuck, man?
-What? What?
You want to wait around
for the cops? Come on.
I was planning to make
you suffer so much fucking more!
So much fucking
more! So much fucking more!
Nope.
You had one fucking job,
one fucking job.
One fucking job.
One fucking job.
If you going to kill him...
Going to kill him...
Kill him.
What the fuck
you going to do, huh?
You going to do, huh?
They coming for blood.
They're going
to fucking kill me, man.
Fucking kill me,
man. Fucking kill me, man.
How was the showcase?
Uh, it was pretty
not too good, actually.
Mm, really?
Yeah, why?
I'm sure O.T.
appreciates you going.
O.T.
He's crazy, yo.
Oh, God.
What did he do this time?
What doesn't O.T. do?
You're such a good
friend to him.
-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.
You're a good friend
to everyone.
Well, thank you.
I'll show you how much
I appreciate you.
Oh, you want to wrestle, huh?
You want to wrestle?
-Jerome!
-What?
It wasn't me. It was her.
-Nuh-unh!
-Uh-huh! Now they going
to have to send you off
to the light bulb factory,
where they make light bulbs
for 100 hours a day.
No, don't let him
send me away!
Don't worry. Jerome finna
be sent away for good.
What? Come on, now.
Hey. Watch that.
Come on. Grab a plate.
Eat your breakfast.
You about to be late for school.
We need to figure that out.
-What?
-That.
I know. I was looking
at the new housing
they was putting up
down Fairmont today.
A lot smaller,
but a lot more affordable.
We going to be living
in a cardboard box
on the side of that street
if you don't figure out
-these accounts.
-Why ain't you just say that?
I can pick up some
cardboard boxes
on the way home today
from the U-Haul.
Why you so stupid?
Two people were shot
last night near Gerard Avenue.
Detectives believe
it was a robbery gone wrong.
Dominic Savastano
of the famed Savastano
South Philly Mob Family
was attacked alongside
his girlfriend, Ashley Stables.
Police have no witnesses
or suspects.
If you have any information...
...please call the PPD
to report.
You going to find
some work today?
Yeah, yeah, I got you.
Hey.
And you.
Don't give your sister too much
trouble today in school, okay?
-Promise.
-Pinky swear?
-Pinky swear.
-All right.
-You be good, all right?
-All right.
She's going to walk you.
Sit tight.
She'll be right there.
Hey, I'll call you later, babe.
I got to take care
of some business real fast,
okay?
All right.
And my journal entry
was about Paul Bunyan.
Paul Bunyan?
What they teaching you
about Paul Bunyan?
He was so big
when he was a baby,
they had to have
five storks for him.
And, oh, and he had a pet ox.
The ox was blue.
And the ox got thirsty,
so he dug a hole
to put water in,
and the hole was so big,
it turned into a lake.
Oh, wow. Isn't that useful?
-What's good, yo?
-Where you at?
I'm chilling out at the house.
All right.
I'm about to come over.
-All right. Good.
-All right.
Hey. What's up, Jer-man?
-What's up?
-Nothing.
-You see the news?
-Oh, hell.
Nah, man.
I don't watch the news.
Nothing but bullshit lies.
I told you that.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
That bullshit that happened last
night was on there this morning.
-Saying what?
-Saying how both people died.
Police looking for
suspects and witnesses.
And dude was part
of the fucking mob.
Okay. So?
-So what?
-So what?
Yeah, they got no suspects.
They're not going
to find any witnesses.
So what are you
worried about, dude?
Not listening?
I'm listening.
Go ahead. Say it again.
Dude wasn't just anybody, cuz.
He was part of the fucking mob.
Yeah, but that's the fucking
key word there, Rome, "was."
He was part of the mob.
He dead now.
It don't matter. We good, man.
You got to just calm down
a little bit.
Have a beer. You want a beer?
I'm cool, I guess.
It's not like nothing
going to link back to us, right?
Nah, man. It was pitch black.
We had those masks on.
And they fucking
6 feet under, yo?
It's all good.
Fuck it.
What you going to do today?
Shit, nothing.
Try and find some money.
I can't even pay my cellphone
bill right now.
-That shit is real.
-Ain't got to tell me.
Aminah all on my ass
about some rent money now.
Yeah, I believe it.
Oh, shit. You know what?
My gun connect's coming through.
We can go talk to him
tomorrow, see what's up.
I told you not to smoke
in the house.
-Morning, Jerome.
-Hey, Denise.
How was the showcase last night?
It was to die for.
-You boys have fun?
-Yeah, it was all right.
Don't be keeping him out
all night like that, Jerome.
He's about to be
a married man,
needs to learn to get his ass
in the house at a decent hour.
-Mm-hmm, yeah. I'm trying.
-I'm sure Aminah tells you
-the same thing.
-Mm, not at all.
Order some takeout
for dinner later.
-Please don't forget.
-I got you.
Yo, dude. What the fuck?
-What?
-She's got the fucking watch on.
Ah, that's --
Nah, that's nothing, man.
-No witnesses, remember?
-No money, remember?
We were supposed
to sell the shit.
Okay, yeah. Well, I fucking
left it out on the dresser
by accident last night,
and she saw it
and thought it was a gift
that I bought for her.
It's a women's watch.
What the fuck was
I supposed to say?
You a piece of work, man.
Look, I'm out of here.
I got to take care
of some shit anyway.
-All right.
-Make a couple runs,
-try and get some money, though.
-Sounds good.
-I'll be here.
-All right. Find you later on.
All right, man.
Look, the doctors --
the doctors saved my son's life
last night.
But we're going to keep
that information quiet for now.
I need to know two things.
One, why was my son shot?
And two, who was supposed
to be keeping an eye on him?
What?
What, am I talking
to my fucking self?!
I want to know
who shot my son!
I have everyone working on it.
We're going to find them.
We're going to make them pay.
Yeah, well, I want
to know the friends,
the families, the associates,
the girlfriends.
I want to know the
fucking preschool teacher...
...of that piece of shit
who shot my son.
Luca, cigar.
Here you go, sir.
I, uh, got it from Mikey's shop.
He, uh, said
they're your favorite.
Get out of here.
Oh, for crying out loud.
Luca.
The fuck is wrong
with this guy, huh?
Come on. Come on.
-You all right? You okay?
-Yeah.
Somebody help him
clean up that mess.
-Jesus.
-Sorry, sir.
Now find out who shot my son!
You better watch it, Petey.
Watch what? What did I do?
You know exactly
what I'm talking about.
Oh, come on, Tony. Relax.
Don't tell me to relax.
Watch it.
Hey, Petey!
Marco, Marco, I didn't mean to.
Didn't mean to, huh?
You, you had one fucking job,
one fucking job.
Instead of doing
what I pay you to do,
you decide your time
is better spent
with your dick in your hand
at the fucking strip club.
You left my son to die
in an alleyway?
Well, I don't fucking think so.
Get rid of him.
He was a piece of shit anyway.
Clean it up.
Why do I always got to be
the one to clean it up?
This is fucking ridiculous.
Are you kidding me?
-Surprise!
-Surprise!
Oh, man.
What, you think we'd forget?
No, I mean, shit, I don't know.
Happy birthday, baby.
Oh, man.
Oh, this is amazing.
Happy birthday, big bro.
Oh, shit!
Baby bro, when you
get home, man?
Shit, not 10 minutes ago.
Oh!
-Look at you.
-What's up with you, man?
Killing, man. How you been?
-Oh, man!
-Hey.
We got to grab a beer
or something, man.
Oh, yeah, you already know, man.
Catch you up to speed.
My bro home.
♪ I can't, I can't stay, stay
♪ Happy birthday to you
♪ Happy birthday, Jerome
Damn, man, so,
what you been up to, man?
Same old, same old, bro.
Just trying to make
some ends meet. That's all.
I hear you, man.
Finally discharged.
Five of the longest
years of my life.
-Yeah.
-Time to plan my next move now.
I hear you.
Me and O.T. been trying to make
some moves lately, man.
Just can't find the right lick.
-Damn, O.T. still around?
-Yeah.
I was sure somebody would've
smoked that fool by now.
He stared death
in the face a few times.
He's still here, though.
Where he at?
Out hustling.
I'm surprised you and Aminah
ain't take the big step by now.
-What step?
-Come on, man. You know.
The step, the big step, man,
step in the name of love.
I want to get married, man,
but, you know, money
just ain't right.
You know what I'm saying?
Shit. Who needs money
if you got love, right?
The fuck?
The fuck they do to you
over there, man?
You going crazy,
come out Dr. Phil.
Told you not to go
to that service, man.
They done brainwashed
your ass over there.
Nah, man. I'm good, man.
I'm good.
Gives you a lot of time
to think, though.
You see so much fucked up shit,
you learn to appreciate
the things you took for granted,
you know?
That's if you can make it out.
I hear you, bro.
It's good to see you,
though, man.
-I missed you, man.
-Hey, man.
-I missed you too, dawg.
-Let me get this straight, man.
Y'all just going
to stand out here
and play with
each other all day,
or y'all going to come have
some fun, eat some cake?
Let's go, bro. Come on.
Y'all go ahead, man.
I'm-a chill, man. I'm tired.
Get me some sleep, man.
It's good to see
you, though, man.
-You, too, bro.
-Missed you.
Missed you too, bro.
Mm.
Stop. Your brother's upstairs.
So? We're downstairs.
Stop, seriously.
What's wrong?
What if he comes downstairs?
What if he don't?
Mm.
♪ I can't give you
diamonds or pearls ♪
♪ But I gon' love ya
♪ Yeah, I'm gonna love ya
I don't blame you.
It sounds like a huge
pain in the ass.
Did you clock out?
Let's grab a drink.
Don't tempt me.
I have one last house call
to make, and then I'm free.
-I'll call you later?
-Mm. I'll be waiting.
Hey, Dominooch.
Hey, you got to eat
something, all right?
I mean, laying around
all day long,
you're going to
shrivel up to nothing.
Come on. Here. Drink.
We're going to find out
who did this to you.
Yeah. Nobody messes
with this family
and gets away with it.
Dom, look, the nurse
is here, all right?
She's here to help,
so make sure you tell her
what's bothering you, all right?
Gentlemen, how are you?
Fine. And how are you
with that butterscotch smile?
My name is Denise.
I'm here to help you guys
with whatever you need.
Most importantly,
we're going to get Dominic here
back up to 100%,
healthy and strong.
Work your magic, doc, please.
I'm going to touch a few places.
Can you tell me if it hurts?
Does that hurt?
Okay. How about now?
Does it hurt when I press?
All righty.
Let's swap out your bandagings,
freshen you up.
Dom, Dom, come on. Hold still.
Look. It's going
to hurt, all right?
She needs to clean out
your wounds.
It will only take me a second.
I'm so sorry.
I know this is painful.
Like a pig out
to the slaughterhouse.
You going to help,
or you going to stand there?
-I don't know what --
-I'll get something
-to bring him down.
-Dom, come on, man.
It'll be all right.
It'll be all right.
-Hey, sorry about that.
-It's totally fine.
This is a lot to deal with.
He's lucky to be alive.
I'll say.
Tommy, I swear to God.
What? What did I say?
♪ You probably think I'm talking
Liberty Bell, nigga, for real? ♪
♪ Uptown Philly boys
I got neighbors, O.T.
Blowing the horn up outside
my shit all crazy, yo.
Oh, shit. What up, Smoke?
You been a fucking
a minute, man.
How you been, dude?
How's the Army or Navy
or whatever the bullshit
you was in treating you?
Aw, man.
Ain't no different, really,
honestly, man. Same shit.
They treat you the same way
over there as they do over here.
Might be a little worse
over here actually, though,
if you ask me.
Man, I ain't never
joining the Navy or Marines,
whatever the fuck
you was in, man.
Fuck that shit. Fuck that shit.
Yeah, you rather go to jail.
Yeah, I could bust
right out of jail. That's why.
But shit, yo,
what's up, Smoke, man?
It's been five fucking years,
five years.
Damn. How you been, man?
Yeah, man, what's up
with you, man?
You know, you know, nothing
but a little gun smoke.
-Still fucking crazy, huh?
-Nah, man, what the fuck, yo?
Why does everybody say that?
I'm the only sane one
around here.
The world is crazy.
They the one acting crazy.
Everybody getting
shot all the time.
That's what makes me
look like I'm crazy.
But it's really them.
It's so stupid.
What? Man, yo --
Yo, where we going?
We going down south side
to meet with my connect,
the one I was telling you about.
They hijack trucks
with these big-ass guns in them,
sell them to me wholesale,
and then I take them
to the streets.
We all profit.
Shit, I'm with that.
Let's do it.
Oh, yeah, hood.
"Yeah, let's do it. Yeah."
All right, Smoke.
And I'm the crazy one, right?
Hey.
All right. So this is
my boy, Raj's, shop.
He got the best guns
in the city.
We going to make
some money tonight.
Hey, Raj. What's up, dawg?
How you been, man?
Come on, O.T., man.
What the fuck?
-What?
-Who the fuck
are these guys, man?
This my fam. What do you mean?
They help me push.
They're my friends.
Oh, they help you push.
-Oh, well, all right.
-Yeah.
Listen, I don't give a fuck,
man. Next time, you come alone.
-Come on, man. Follow me.
-All right.
Yo, man. My man --
I swear to God,
he been doing much.
I think the shop's losing money.
He's fucked.
Whatever.
We're going to motherfucking --
Wait right here.
Yo, I'm telling you,
he got the best shit
in this whole fucking city.
Are you seeing
what I'm seeing, man?
That's what I'm talking about.
So much fucking money, man. Mm!
Top-notch everything, man.
You got Glock 44s.
You got 9s.
All kinds of shit.
All right. Give me 10 stacks.
You can have it all.
What do you say?
What do you say?
Let's do it. All right.
I'll see you, like, next year
with that money, though.
Why the fuck
is you playing, man?
You do know that if it wasn't
'cause of your mom's
looking out for me
when I was younger,
I would've been
put you the fuck down.
Why the fuck you got
to bring my mom into this?
Stop fucking playing
with me, O.T.
Just chill the fuck out.
We're trying to get
some guns and go.
All right. Take your shit.
Bring me my 10 grand.
I'll give you the money.
I'll give you the money.
I told you I'd give you
the money 500 times, man.
You always fucking playing.
The fuck you looking at?
-Always great to see you, Raj.
-Yo, stop bringing people
to my spot, man.
Hard-headed mother fuck, man.
All right.
So, what do y'all think
about going to the club,
getting some drinks?
I got a sale for 10
of these bad boys right now.
We could take that money
and go tip these hoes,
-you know what I'm saying?
-Shit. I'm with that.
What's up, bro? You with it?
We need to take that money
and pay your man Raj back.
That way, you don't even
have to worry about that.
-What?
-I mean, he do got a point.
Okay. Listen, fellas,
this is the fucking streets,
in case you forgot.
Smoke, I love you,
but you don't have
a commanding officer
breathing down
your neck no more.
You out. We got guns.
We got money.
Let's go have some fucking fun.
Ah, shit.
A'ight. I need some ass
and titties anyway.
That's what I'm talking about.
-Cheers, y'all.
-Ah, yes.
-Good day.
-Hell of a good day.
More shots and some girls.
-Five mother fucking years.
-All right.
I'm going to need
everything tonight.
-Everything.
-Do it, man.
-This one.
-Yes.
A'ight. A'ight.
Yo, what the fuck
is you doing, O.T.?
Hey, y'all fucking crazy, man.
Man, get some more ones.
Hi, Denise. Come on in.
Dominic, you're
standing already?
I'm not so sure
that's the best idea.
I know you're eager to recover,
but I'm worried your wounds
are going to open back up.
Here, let's have a seat.
Let me take a look.
Hey. Dominic made
a very interesting discovery
since the last time
you were here.
He wanted to talk
to you about it.
-Sure, yeah. Everything okay?
-Yeah.
You know what?
He's still a little weak.
Why don't you,
you know, scooch in?
-Sure.
-You know?
What's up?
Yeah, that's a real nice watch.
See y'all tomorrow, round two.
Fuck.
Oh, man.
Oh, shit.
You better have
a good fucking reason
for being in my house right now.
Once upon a time,
there was a man.
And this man was
enjoying his night
with a beautiful young woman.
The two were really
hitting it off.
The night was going great,
and I mean great.
So, this man
and his lady friend,
they're taking a lovely stroll,
enjoying the cool night breeze,
minding their own business,
when, all of a sudden,
two thugs with guns
jump out and mug him.
And not only do these
cock suckers rob him,
but they shoot and kill the guy
and his lady
for no fucking reason at all.
Guy that got shot that night
was me.
And I remember asking the thug
if he knew who
he was fucking with.
And he said he didn't care.
That is a great story,
great fucking story.
Shakespearean almost.
But you know what?
The thing is,
I feel like whatever thug
you're talking about
probably still doesn't care.
And now you got about
three seconds to tell me
why I shouldn't
fucking shoot you right now,
this time make it count.
Okay. But before you do that,
I need to ask you a favor.
-Ran out of those years ago.
-Put the gun down.
We're going to have a little
conversation, you and me.
-Come on.
-All right. All right.
Have a seat
in your chair, big man.
So, what do you boys want to do?
I ain't got no money.
You care now, motherfucker?
No. I don't.
I bet your girlfriend cares.
You don't even know
my girlfriend, man.
-Y'all are fuck--
-Oh, you mean Denise,
the one that treated
my gunshot wounds?
-If you fucking touch her --
-If I fucking what?!
What the fuck
you going to do, huh?
You going to fucking kill me
like you killed my girlfriend?
Yeah. Just like that.
Ah, that's cute.
-You like?
-Mm-hmm.
-I like.
-Yeah. Okay.
-Let's see how much you like.
-Okay. Yeah.
Shut the fuck up.
You going to fucking do nothing.
Yo. O.T., come on, man.
We got to get this money up.
Yo, O.T.!
Yo. O.T., you in there?
Yo, O.T.?
You in here?
Yo, this shit ain't funny, man.
Where you at?
O.T.!
Shit. Fuck, man.
Oh, fuck, man.
What the fuck?
Fuck, man.
Oh, shit.
What the fuck, man?
O.T., man, what the fuck, man?
Oh, fuck. Denise.
Oh. Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck, man.
What the fuck, man?
Fuck, man.
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
-Smoke, where you at?
-At the house. What's up?
Get Aminah
and get out the house now.
-Like, right now.
-Aminah at work. Are you sure?
No, no, no. Today's her day off.
She probably in her room
still asleep.
What's going on?
Everything cool?
No, shit is all fucked.
I'll explain it to you
when when I see you.
Aminah. Get up.
Aminah, wake up now.
-Why? What's wrong?
-Let's go. We got to go.
-We got to go.
-Smoke, you're scaring me.
What's going on? Where's Jerome?
I just got off
the phone with Jerome.
He told me to get out of here.
We got to go.
We got to go now.
It didn't sound good.
Come on. Let's go.
We got to go now.
Oh, shit. Come on. We got to go.
Drop the bags. We got to go now.
Smoke!
Aminah!
Yo, Smoke!
Smoke!
-Yo, where you guys at?
-I don't know, man.
Out a couple of blocks
from the house.
Tell Aminah to meet me
at her mom's house right now.
Okay. Yeah, I'll
meet you guys there.
All right.
Where the fuck they go?
I thought you were
chasing after them.
I was shooting after them.
They cut down the alley.
You're supposed to follow them.
Why the fuck am I the only one
supposed to follow?
Come on. Fucking, Billy,
you know you're faster than me.
-Come on.
-Jesus Christ, Tommy.
How many times I got to tell you
to lay off
-the fucking meatballs?
-Whoa, Billy.
You always tell me
that you love Donna's meatballs.
-The fuck's this coming from?
-I don't give a shit
about the meatballs, Tommy.
We fucking lost them.
Marco's going
to fucking kill us.
Fuck!
Fuck.
What the fuck, man?
Where the fuck are they at?
-Oh, shit.
-One of y'all going
to tell me the what the hell
that was just all about?
Yo, you got a whole lot
of explaining to do, fam!
Fuck, fuck.
I don't know how to say
this shit, right?
But I'm pretty sure the fucking
mob is after me, man.
After you? 'Cause I could swear
it was just our asses
out there dodging bullets
just now!
-Oh, fuck, man.
-What the fuck, Jerome?
-What did you do?
-I didn't do shit!
It was O.T.!
He fucked up! Bad!
No, this about the other night,
that event that y'all
went to, ain't it?
Fuck, fuck. Yeah. It was --
Yeah, I fucking --
Man, come on, man.
Just spit it out!
All right. Okay.
Listen, listen.
Me and O.T. tried to catch
a look the other night.
We slid down on this couple
in a side alley,
and fucking O.T.,
it was just to get a couple
watches and shit like that.
And he flipped all out
and killed them!
I mean --
Where's O.T. at now, man?
I found him and Denise
at his house this morning.
The mob got to him.
No.
-Damn, O.T.
-I can't believe you, Jerome.
-Not now, Aminah. Please.
-Fuck you mean not now?
Come on, man. Calm down.
Us arguing and shit,
shit ain't going
to do nothing for us.
We need to figure our next move.
Okay, listen.
I need you to take this.
We're going to see O.G. Blood.
I know he can tell us
who these guys are after us.
Well, I ain't staying here.
O.G. still know
everything in the world?
We going to find out.
Listen, Aminah, no disrespect,
ma'am, but you can't come.
O.G. is not going to let you in.
That's just how he operates.
-Plus, Kaya's coming. She's --
-I --
You're gonna have to watch her.
She's coming home from school.
God, I want
to kill you sometimes.
Shit, won't be able to do that
if the mob gets to him first.
-That's not funny.
-Wasn't meant to be.
-It's the truth.
-All right.
Fucking come on, man.
Come on. We got to go.
Listen, I'm going to fix this,
okay? I promise.
Fuck!
You know, I have run this family
for 20 years, Dominic,
20 Goddamn years.
And you know why?
I know that you do because
I've been teaching you this shit
ever since you was in diapers.
I get rid of the weak links
and people in my organization
who make messes,
who don't handle themselves.
And now,
now I'm about to make
my firstborn son a made man,
and look what he does.
I have gunshots flying
in the middle of the day.
Those two shit heads
waving guns around
like hood rats,
and two bodies,
including a Goddamn nurse,
left out like birthday presents
for any cop with half a brain
to connect back to you.
I was sending a message.
Oh, you were, really?
Was it, "I'm a fucking idiot"?
Look, there are ways
to get things done,
and there are ways
not to get things done, okay?
You're making a lot of noise.
Our family members out there
are getting a little nervous.
Listen, Dominic,
I understand that you're hurt.
But we'll take care of it.
We're going to get justice,
I promise you that.
Okay? But you got
to get smarter than this.
This ain't the fucking old days
where you could run around
and shoot everything up
in front of people.
It won't happen again, capiche?
It won't happen again.
-We'll take are of it.
-All right.
Okay.
They found the girl.
Billy and Tommy are
on there way there now.
Bring her in. No more mistakes.
Okay. Let's get out of here.
-Aminah!
-Oh, my God.
You scared me, Kaya!
Don't run up
on people like that.
Why did we have to come
to Mom's house?
What's wrong with Mom's house?
It smells funny.
-You want some pizza for dinner?
-Yeah.
I'm going to have Jerome
bring you home some, okay?
Are you and Jerome
going to get married soon?
If I don't kill him first.
I'll explain it to you
when you get older, baby.
-I'm almost 9.
-I know.
And you know what
the best 9-year-olds
in the whole, wide world
do best?
-What?
-Their homework.
What's up?
Here to see O.G.
Who are you?
Tell him it's little Rome.
Come on, man.
Whoa. Who the fuck are you?
I'm Rome's little brother.
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-♪ I like that joke, yeah
-I said I don't care.
You better have it tomorrow.
I got to go.
Sit down.
I already know why you're here.
You got yourself
in some real shit this time.
And let me guess.
You need my help
to figure out
how deep you're in it.
Let me ask you a question.
Why'd you go
and shoot that couple?
I told you a long time ago,
you don't mix robberies
with homicides.
If you're going to
kill them, kill them.
If you're going to rob them,
do the damn robbery.
But never mix the two.
So why'd you shoot?
O.G., I didn't shoot them.
It was O.T.
He snapped out
like he always do.
Okay, you got jokes, huh?
You're guilty just the same.
And they're coming for you.
And they will find you,
believe you me.
So what are you going to do?
What if I find them?
What if you find them?
What if, indeed.
This the guy you shot?
Yeah, that's the boy
right there.
His name is Dominic Savastano,
of the Savastano Italian
mob family, Grays Ferry.
His father's a made man,
and he's walking
in his footsteps.
He's kind of crazy.
He'll kill you if you look
at his girl the wrong way,
which you two more than did.
The woman
you two idiots murdered
was his girlfriend
since elementary school.
Marco Savastano,
the boss.
You don't even fuck with him
ever.
You fuck with him,
and I'll fuck you up
as quickly as he will.
You got me?
I don't need that heat
coming down on my family.
Now, they missed you once.
And if I had to take a guess,
they'll be sending their guy
Poncho after you.
He's a sicario.
Remember them boys, um...
the No Picks gang?
Yeah, the dudes over
on the north side they found.
Damn. That was all his work?
All by himself.
So -- So where do I find him?
You don't.
They'll find you.
Why would you do that
when you just watched me knock?
What if they got
the TV on in there?
You can't hear shit
that way, no?
They're going to think we're
cops, you slam it like that.
Well, that's exactly
what we want them to think.
They call that
psychological reverse.
You never heard about that?
You need your head
checked out, Tommy.
I'm serious.
May I help you?
Nope.
Fuck I'm going to do, man?
Word, man. We're going
to get out of this, Rome.
O.T. smoked that nigga, man.
They're coming for blood.
They're going to
fucking kill me, man.
Shit, maybe, if you
keep talking like that.
Come on, man. We got this.
Aminah, baby,
we on our way back now.
What? Wait, what?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down.
Slow down. Slow down.
Why'd you leave the house?
I told you not to leave.
All right. I'll be right there.
Stay right there.
-Where to?
-Fuck, man. Bar 27.
That joint on Sergeant Street?
-Yeah.
-Shit, what, we partying now?
I don't fucking know.
I couldn't really hear her.
She's crying and screaming
over the fucking phone, man.
But I know it's important.
We got to go.
Let's do it.
Damn it, Aminah, shit.
Why did you leave the house?
-This is serious shit I'm in.
-I know. I know. I know.
I-I just went out
for some fresh air,
and then I saw the car
in the back, so I ran.
Okay. So where is Kaya?
What? What?
Nothing. Don't turn around.
Just keep looking at me.
Bro, just give me the word.
There's someone
that wants to talk to you.
Oh, yeah? Who?
Got a car out back.
I'll be happy to show you.
And you're going to
get up nice and slow,
and you're going to walk
with me to the exit.
-Capiche?
-Your buddy and your girl
are going to stay
right here with me.
Don't worry about it, baby.
Everything will be all right.
Let's go. Get up.
Uh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I heard what's been going on.
-No. No. No. No.
-Man, watch out, man.
Oh, shit. What's good, Smoke?
Bro, what the fuck is this?
Oh, shit. Nah. That's them guy--
That's them badass kids.
God-- Goddamn kids.
Man, shit ain't never going
to change with you, man.
About to go look around
and, man, make sure we cool.
All right. Listen, I need you.
I need to crash here tonight.
Like -- Like --
Like, this apartment?
Like -- Like --
Like, yeah, this apartment.
All right, man. All right.
All right. Just for the night.
-Just for the night.
-Okay. And I need to switch.
-Like, my -- my car switch?
-Uh, yes. Like your car switch.
Look, Rome, we fam and all,
but I don't got time
for them coming here
and feeling up the place, yo,
and can't find you
and wind up shooting me.
With my luck, yo,
I'll be the one to get hit.
I just know it. I don't got
no luck in this world.
-I'll be the one to get hit!
-Listen, listen.
You either going to let me
stay here tonight, use the car,
or I'm going
to tell Aunt Shirley
you was the one
who crashed her fucking car
driving home drunk
the other night.
And I'm going to tell
your baby mom
about your little son, Mikey,
that you got around the corner
by that little dirty-ass girl.
Y-You know about little Mikey?
Uh, uh, uh, everybody know
about little Mikey.
Your girl need to learn
how to keep her mouth shut.
Hey, watch it.
All right, man, yo.
Fuck. Here's the keys, man.
Make sure you lock up, man,
the morning before you leave.
All right, man.
-I love you, bro.
-I love you, too.
You really think I wasn't
going to let you stay here?
Come on, man.
I was just playing.
Come on.
Look, man, it's TV --
TV remote right there, yo.
Yo, it's food in the fridge,
all right, y'all?
-I'm going to bed. Good night.
-Good night, Rell.
-Good night, Aminah.
-Good night.
-You okay?
-Sometimes you ask me
the stupidest fucking questions,
I swear.
You out here murdering women,
smashing bottles over
the fucking mob's heads.
Where -- No, where is
this supposed to go?
-Where is this going to end?
-I got us here, right?
We still here.
We're alive, right?
But we ain't stop yet.
We've been running
the entire time.
We ain't had time to think.
We ain't had time to eat.
We ain't had time to do shit.
Listen, what do you
want me to do?
I had to hit back.
We had to do something.
This is what I want you to do.
I want you to make them think.
Make them feel insecure.
If we can make them think
before they hit us again,
then maybe we can
come up with a plan.
I knew you was good
for something.
Don't you even.
Psst. Psst.
Hey, hey, Rome.
Hey, you not really going
to talk about, you know,
tell Auntie
about the car, right?
Or tell little Mikey?
Good night, yo.
All right.
All right. All right.
'Cause I was just playing
in my head, you know, man.
Keisha find out, man,
she straight psychopath.
She'll cut my dick off,
man. She would.
-Good night, Rell.
-Good night, Rell.
A'ight. A'ight. A'ight.
Good night.
O.G., tell me something.
Yeah, I know where that's at.
Okay. Cool.
Thanks.
What'd he say?
Said he know where some
of the mob guys be at.
It's a pizza spot
over there on Snyder.
Think I'm going
to slide over there
and pay them a visit,
hit them back.
Mnh-mnh. That don't sound good.
None of this shit
sounds good, okay?
I'm sorry.
Why don't we just
get out of here?
Why don't we just leave?
-Can't.
-Why not?
Everybody I know,
everything I got...
-Everybody you know.
-...is in this city.
I'm --
It's my fucking city.
I'm not leaving.
Everybody we know
is getting killed.
Call your cousin Peaches.
Peaches?
What's Peaches going to do?
Her wild ass?
Just call her.
I got an idea.
Boston treating you great?
You know, you put some work in,
man, you get places in life.
That's what happens.
That's what happens.
-I'm trying to keep telling you.
-Had to put a few dudes down,
but what you going to do,
you know what I mean?
Oh, shit.
-God damn.
-That's nothing, man.
Man, you don't even know
what you're talking about, bro.
-The fuck you talking about?
-Look at that shit, man.
Hi. Can I help you?
Hi. I'd like to place
an order for...
You should see the broads
that boss brings home, okay?
I've seen some
of the broads the boss --
They ain't got
nothing on this girl.
-Oh, man, come on.
-Look at that girl.
Large pizza,
extra large wings,
-and...
-Damn, dude.
-I'll be right back.
-Yo, Vic, come on, man.
-She's probably a hooker.
-Thanks.
-Give it about 15, 20 --
-Hey, beautiful.
-How you doing?
-20 minutes.
-Oh, hey, there. How are you?
-You like pizza, huh?
-Yeah, I love pizza.
-Oh, yeah?
Why don't you let me get
a slice of that pie?
I just might.
Baby girl, I got all the sauce
you can dream of.
-Oh, really?
-That's right.
Why don't you tell me more,
daddy?
Yeah? What do you want to hear?
-Yo, what the fuck?
-Hey.
Come on, let's go.
Outside. Come on.
Bye, baby.
Fuck you! Dumb bitch!
Nah, fuck you.
You know what our enemies
are thinking right about now?
They're thinking
that we're weak.
They're thinking
that we're fucking weak,
and especially you, Dommy.
And you know what?
They have me wondering, too.
Are you weak? Are you weak?
Could it really be
that you're so weak
that two fucking nobodies
from O.G.'s crew
could put a bullet in your woman
with you standing a foot away?
-Fucking serious, Dad?
-Hey!
Why don't you put
the fucking gun away, Ricky,
and mind your fucking business?
And then when you go after
these two nobodies,
not only do you fail repeatedly,
which I fucking hate,
but they turn
the fucking tables on us
and kill two of my best guys.
So I ask myself.
I ask myself, is my son weak?
"Is my son weak?"
Hey, Ricky.
Mother fucker.
Sorry!
-Point a fucking gun at me!
-Fucking sit down!
Fucking gun on me.
Hey, uh...
Hey, Tony, if, uh --
If Ricky lives,
tell him to never point a gun
at my family again.
-Capiche?
-Yeah. Of course.
Yes.
Fuck.
Yo, Poncho. Suit up.
What's up?
I'm here to rent
two of your girls.
I don't know
where you got this shit from.
Just ordered it
from that Bulletproof spot
down the street.
They're all the same.
What? This is way better.
-Shit, man.
-Yo.
Yo. O.G. Blood and his whole
crew just got gunned down.
-What?
-Yeah.
By some hit-man psychopath.
Whole house got lit up!
-Shit!
-How do you know for sure?
I was walking past
57th and Baltimore.
That's where they stay at,
right? Right?!
I knew this was
a fucking bad idea.
You guys got to go. Please!
The fuck, Smoke,
it's a fucking war!
What do you expect?
Shit like this happens!
Yo, don't talk to me about war!
You ain't never stepped foot
in a real war zone!
Smoke, I seen a car drive around
here 6 times already. 6 times!
All right, Rell,
shut the fuck up!
We going to leave your place,
all right?!
-Don't yell at him like that.
-What?
-It's not his fault!
-Thank you, Aminah. Thank you.
I think I helped you
guys out long enough.
Now, where you going?
To figure out a better plan!
So you just going to leave?
I'm damn sure not going
to be running around
shooting up the city
with you guys!
All right. Go ahead.
Run scared, then.
Listen, you're not going
to push my buttons, big bro.
Every plan you had so far
backfired on us!
You got a better idea?
No, but when I do,
I'll give you a call.
Just try not to get
yourselves killed.
Man, what the fuck
the door ever do to you?
Oh, so now we just going
to fuck Rell house up, huh?
Oh, never mind I opened
the door with open arms, huh.
-Just no, fuck --
-Shut the fuck up, Rell!
I see how it is.
Next message,
sent Friday, April 11th.
Yo, Rome, man, what's
good, yo? Where you at, dawg?
We out here at the club, man.
Come through, yo.
Yo, man, seriously, though,
I think you know, man.
I love you, dawg, man. I know
I don't tell you this enough,
but I really
appreciate you, man.
We -- Man, we going
to get this money, yo.
We run these streets, yo.
Hey, hey! Baby, come here.
A'ight. I'm going
to hit you back, yo.
End of message.
You want to talk about it?
Everything's all fucked up.
Like, the fuck were we thinking,
running in there
like we was going to take on
the fucking Mafia?
You understand, don't you?
O.G.'s fucking dead.
O.T.'s fucking dead.
They're just cutting everybody
the fuck down, man.
I need to go to the police.
I don't see no other way
out of this situation.
Maybe they can
shut this shit down or...
help us. I don't know. Like --
What are you going
to say, Jerome?
"I killed a couple people,
and now their whole
family's after me.
Oh, yeah, I killed
a couple more yesterday.
-Think you can help?"
-I mean --
-I don't have to say that.
-What, the cops?
-I don't know. I --
-Then say what?
What are you going
to say to the cops?
Anything.
Anything to get us
out of this situation.
I mean, I don't see
no other options.
Babe, look at me.
We're not going to the cops.
No, babe, that's not an option.
Then what's our options?
What other options do we have?
I'll think of something.
You already fucked that up.
God damn it, Jerome!
Why don't we just...
relax and go to bed?
Yeah?
Let's get you out
of these clothes.
Yeah?
I think you're in
the wrong room.
Oh, shit.
Aah!
God!
You fucking shot me!
Mistake!
Don't worry, man. Come on.
Fuck!
Come on! Let's go.
Fuck, you shot me
with a fucking tranquilizer gun!
Jerome, no! Don't go to sleep!
Jerome, stay the fuck up!
Come on, baby. Stay with me.
Come on.
Come on. Come on!
Baby, I'm sorry,
but you got to stay up!
Fuck!
Shit!
Aminah...
what -- what --
where are we going?
I got a place, babe,
somewhere we'll be safe.
All right?
Just sit tight.
We'll be there soon, okay?
-Mm, where?
-My friend.
He's Italian,
but we can trust him.
Hey, Aminah!
Hey, Louie!
What's up, girl?
Mm. How are you?
The hell?
Your boy seems
a little banged up here.
-Who you calling a boy?
-Jerome, please.
Anyway, how you doing?
What's going on?
We need some help.
You know what?
Let's get your boy a drink.
We'll go back there, relax.
You two look like you need it.
Come on. Follow me.
Mikey, bring a couple bottles
to the back, please.
Sure thing, boss. What'll it be?
Doesn't matter
as long as it's dark.
Give me a minute.
So, how you know Aminah?
We go back.
It's nothing, childhood shit.
So how you still so familiar?
Like I said, we go back.
Anyway, you trust
your girl, right?
And she trusts me. And since
I'm doing what I'm guessing
is going to be a pretty big
fucking favor,
why don't we just move on,
and you tell me what's up?
Fine. We need some help.
What's the jam?
You know, uh,
Dominic Savastano?
Sure. Good guy.
Crazy, but good. Why?
Well, uh...
a friend and I
robbed him last week.
Damn! So, that was you, huh?
Big news travels fast.
That's no secret, my man.
Yeah, well,
that's the issue, okay?
Rome, brother,
you got a problem.
I already figured
that part out, "brother."
So? What do you want me to do?
I don't know.
Maybe help me kill him?
Are you fucking nuts?
Don't you ever
say that in here again.
You realize what this fucking
lunatic is trying to do?
-Jerome, chill.
-Fuck this shit. We out of here.
No, Louie's going to help us.
Jerome, we are running
out of options.
All right. All right.
I'm helping. Fine.
Just relax.
But we got to be extremely smart
and careful about this.
I appreciate it so much, Louie.
Look, I got to go do
some business things,
so why don't you two
just hang out here?
Eat, drink, relax,
'cause you two look like shit.
Hey, you need to take it easy
on that a little bit.
You one to talk.
No, listen, I need you sharp,
all right?
-Fuck!
-What?
Damn Louie sold us out. Come on.
-Fuck.
-Jerome, wait!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Stop! Stop!
Wait!
We lost them.
-How'd they know we was there?
-I don't know!
-How'd they know?
-How the fuck am I supposed to know?
-What you coming at me for?
-Because you took us there!
That's because
you was all fucked up
on them Goddamn
horse tranquilizers!
-That you shot me with!
-It was an ac-- You know what?
I'm not even fucking feeding
into this shit right now!
-Feeding to what?
-Louie was the only person
that I could think of
in the heat of the moment,
and now you coming
at me with this shit?
Oh, fuck. Since when you start
hanging out with Italian guys?
The fuck is that
supposed to mean?
-You working with them?
-What?
No, I'm not working with them!
Don't lie to me, Aminah.
What am I supposed
to say to you?
Stop the car. I'm getting out.
Pull over. I'm getting out.
-So you can go and do what, huh?
-Stop the fucking car, Aminah!
I swear to God,
if you don't stop this car,
I'm going to jump out
on the side of the fucking road!
What you going to do?
I'm going to fix this shit.
What, you going to go
and shoot yourself, then?
Just calm down
and get back in the car.
Stop telling me to calm down!
So what you going to do?
Where you going?
Yeah. It's Jerome.
He about to do something
real stupid.
My daughter's friend
brought over a dreidel
last year for Christmas.
It's a Jewish thing.
I know it's a Jewish thing.
Well, he's spinning the top
like a dreidel.
He's doing it right now. See?
Why don't you think
I know what a dreidel is?
Oh, I forgot
who I was talking to here,
Mr. All-Knowing-Heritage-Man.
-Right?
-My father-in-law is Jewish.
You met him like
15 fucking times already.
-Saul?
-Yeah.
-Saul?
-Saul.
Hmm. I never would have
pegged him for a Jew.
Wow.
You asked for me?
I imagine you know
why you're here.
I do.
So what's your excuse, Poncho?
Don't have one.
Tommy, what have you heard here
about our friend Poncho?
Well, that he's
a legendary hit man
that's come from
the depths of hell
to bless us
with his gift of death.
And if I were to send
a street legend
after a scrawny street rat
and his girlfriend,
what would you expect
the outcome to be?
That she stole his weapon
and shot him in the neck.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, not with a gun,
only with a tranquilizer dart.
Poncho?
Yes, sir.
One more chance.
Should probably bring backup.
Unless his girl is going
to strong-arm him again.
Yeah.
Send a clean-up.
I'm trying to tell you,
man, on God,
tequilas will change
your motherfucking life, bro.
Yeah.
Appreciate you
letting me crash, bro.
Man, shit, as many times
are you helped me out,
you know I got you.
Yeah, man, you be surprised
how many people
turn they back on you
when you really need them
the most, you know?
One thing I miss
about the service.
You have watch out
for the man next to you
more than yourself, you know?
Respect, man. Respect.
-Where's Rome?
-He's in trouble.
-I knew it!
-What kind of trouble?
He ran off talking about
how he was going to go
-call the cops or some shit.
-Man, fuck the pigs!
No, he's really talking about
ending it all right now.
Like, he's really fucked up.
Yeah, well, that's not
going to happen.
-Hell no, it ain't.
-Well, you got another plan?
-What you thinking?
-You know what we should do?
We should go to
a hardware store, right,
get some material,
make a pipe bomb.
I saw it on YouTube! It's easy.
You're going to blow
your fucking hand off
with doing that, Rell!
Fucking pipe bomb.
I know what we need to do.
We going to see Raj right now.
What we waiting for? Let's go!
Aminah, you good to stay here?
Excuse me. Hey, yo!
Yeah, I'm talking to you.
Yeah, where you, uh -- Where you
headed to in such a rush
on this beautiful evening, huh?
-I got a crime to report.
-Oh. Well, how about that?
It just so happens
that, uh, I'm a cop.
You can report it to me.
I'd rather do it inside, thanks.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Buddy, just trying to have
a civil conversation.
There's no need
to get all hostile.
I'm not getting hostile.
You better watch
your tone, boy.
You're addressing
an officer of the law.
I understand that.
Do you?
Yes. Now, if you don't mind,
I would just like to --
You just want to report
the crime, right?
And I just fucking told you
that you can report it to me
right here, right now.
-Man, look, I got to --
-Are you --
-Get off of me, man!
-The fuck did you say to me?
Get the fuck off me, man!
Get up against the wall!
Give me your fucking hands!
Don't you say a fucking word.
-Now get the fuck in there.
-Man, get off me!
-Get in there!
-Ow! God!
Fuck!
You are one little
active gangbanger, Jerome.
You see what I mean?
You got some fight in you.
You know, this whole thing's
been fascinating to me.
We hit you. You hit back.
We hit you harder.
You hit back harder.
You see what I mean?
Here, let me illustrate.
Now, quiet now, Aminah,
if you want this to end well.
You sure can talk.
Is that a Dago thing
or something?
I'm just so glad
to see you, my friend.
We've all gotten to know
each other so well
these past few days -- me, you,
your friend O.T.,
your homey O.G. Blood.
I mean, the whole family,
really, you know what I mean?
Yeah, we've all gotten
so especially close
these past few days.
Oh, and, Aminah...
Yeah.
We've gotten especially close.
I thank you so much
for bringing our mutual friend
here to see me.
Ouch. Looks like
some broken trust.
Shut the fuck up.
I swear, Jerome, I was going
to tell you all about it.
I just thought it'd be
so much more fun
if you two had a chance
to chat and catch up.
As for me, my family is known
for keeping its word.
So I'll be back
in couple minutes
to uphold my end of the bargain.
Use this time wisely.
-Aminah.
-I'm so sorry, baby.
I'm sorry.
They got my sister.
-What?
-They got my sister!
May I help you?
Nope.
Those tranq darts
are strong enough
to knock out a fucking horse.
-Scoot in there.
-Come on.
Aminah!
-Aminah!
-Aminah!
You're either going to help us
find your boyfriend, Jerome...
Or your sister in the trunk,
she's going to go swimming
with the fishes at the
bottom of the Schuylkill.
Capiche?
I'm sorry.
Aminah!
It's so sweet.
Isn't it so sweet, Jerome?
Get up.
A man of my word.
One big, happy family
together again.
Come on, Jerome.
You're killing the moment.
You know, I never thought
I'd miss anyone
as much as I miss my lady.
Why? Because
I've never been the type
to have feelings before.
Boy, Ashley, she actually
made me feel feelings
I never even knew that I had.
And then --
And then you and your
fucking punk-ass friend
had to come and take
her away from me
and take away the little bit
of feeling that I gained.
I only tell you that
'cause I'd have killed
that fucking rat-pig girlfriend
of yours like it was Tuesday
if it wasn't for my father.
I guess Pops has
more feelings than I do.
Oh, Kaya, oh, baby.
You got to know, I would never
let anything happen to you.
-You believe me?
-I believe you.
Okay.
Jerome...
I'm sorry, baby.
God damn, it's good
to see your face.
-Jump in!
-Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
All right.
-How'd it go?
-We need to hurry.
-All right. Lay it on me.
-In the basement,
six hallways down.
Two lefts, two rights.
Saw four, maybe five guys
on the way out.
Got it. You ready, bro?
-Let's go.
-Cool.
All right. Back to my place.
Y'all be safe there.
All right.
Listen, before we go in here,
I need to know
you got my back in here.
I'm here, right?
-You got any combat experience?
-Mnh-mnh.
Stay close to me.
Stay off the wall.
Watch my back.
Cover your corners.
-You got it?
-Got you.
Do I got any
combat experience?
Bitch, who the fuck you think
sold you these guns?
What's that?
Oh, shit.
Okay, then. I'm going to stay
right behind him.
Listen, they probably
heard that shit,
so they're going to be coming.
We need to move
fast and silent.
Man, just think of it as a big
baseball bat or some shit.
A baseball bat. Really?
-You got a fucking problem, man?
-I don't got a problem.
I was just thinking
more like guns blazing,
I mean, like a superhero-type
entry, you know what I mean?
This ain't no superhero shit.
All right. Whatever.
Come on. Come on.
Let's go.
I had him.
Don't worry about it, bro.
Put the fucking gun down, kid.
-Put the fucking gun down, kid.
-Fuck you.
I think we've drawn this out
long enough.
You know, I was planning to make
you suffer so much fucking more!
Yeah.
What do you know?
Your fucking friends
are here to save you.
So fucking precious.
Shit!
-Ohh!
-Raj!
Your homey ain't here
to help you now, huh?
Raj!
Youse fucked
with the wrong family.
Yo, watch where you
pointing that shit at, boy!
Yo, he just really
saved my life, man.
Good work, cuz!
Yo, this shit ain't
nothing like video games.
It's on a whole 'nother
motherfucking level!
-God damn!
-Shut the fuck up, Rell.
-We're still in this shit.
-Yo, but -- but -- but is it me,
or did I just save
your life, though?
'Cause you would have been
dead as shit
if I ain't bust that
motherfucker like Rambo.
We got to keep it moving, man.
-You niggas ready?
-I'm ready. Come on.
You going to fucking die.
Delta, Delta, Charlie,
oh-200 klicks.
-We in this bitch!
-Dawg, dawg, listen,
I appreciate you
saving my life,
but you need to
shut the fuck --
Aah. Shit.
You -- You must be Poncho, huh?
Fuck you!
Listen, on the count of three,
we going to bust down this door
and go get my brother.
-Y'all ready?
-Let's do this.
Yeah.
One, two...
three.
Right, no fucking around!
It's time to fucking die!
Told you niggas
this shit would happen!
Fuck!
You ain't going
to do shit, bitch.
You're right. I won't.
But I will.
For O.T., fucker.
God damn it. Motherfuckers.
I'm so glad all this is over.
Mm. Me, too. Mm.
Good night, everybody.
I'm going to bed.
-Good night.
-Good night.
Good night, baby.
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
-Oop-oop!
-Hook you up, little bro.
-Couple cold ones.
-Yes.
-Thank you.
-Yeah.
-Look, guys,
I'm trying to tell you,
this bullet hole
about to get me
so much pussy, yo.
Ugh. Oh, my God, Rell.
You don't need no more
baby moms to hush.
I'm still surprised you got one.
Man, fuck out of here. I get
10 times more bitches you get.
Yeah, 10 times zero,
which is still zero.
Oh!
Are you teaming up
with this nigga now?
Okay. I should have
left your ass in that warehouse.
That's what I should have did.
No, for real, though, baby bro.
-You saved my life, man.
-Hey, man.
Couldn't have done it
without these two.
Hell of a plan, Aminah.
Great plan.
Yeah. It was good.
So sorry I had to
string you along the way I did.
I should have told you
something sooner, but I --
I'm sorry. I'm just sorry.
I mean, if you would have,
it wouldn't have worked.
I mean, it's something
I feel bad about.
You got us out of a mess
that I put us in.
I should be apologizing to you.
To O.T., Denise,
-and Raj.
-Raj.
And to our family sticking
together through all the highs.
And always coming out on top.
Mm.
Aminah,
I've been in love with you
since the day I met you,
and you've been holding me down
no matter what.
You deserve the best,
and I'm going to give it to you.
Will you marry me?
Yes. You got me.
-And I love you.
-I love you, too.
Y'all see that?
Rome, what the fuck is that?
What? I'm still broke.
The money ain't come in
just yet.
Like, besides,
if you got love,
you don't need money, right?
Whoo! This shit
got me fucking hype!
Time to turn the fuck up!
This guy is a fool. Look at him.
He can't even walk.
Shit is fucked up.
Matter of fact,
ain't the -- Ain't the Phillies
playing right now, anyway?
-Bro?
-Yo!
Yo!
Oh, shit!
That's my shit!
God damn, kids!
-So triflin'.
-Shit, yo.
Bro, what the fuck, bro?
Marco, stay here.
Marco.
-Speak to me.
-It's Dominic.
I'm so sorry.
It's a mess in there.