Beyond the Law (2019) - full transcript
A former mobster turned businessman and a police detective must contend with a dirty ex-cop looking to bring the killer of his son to justice.
(siren sounding in distance)
(tense music)
(creaking)
- Shit!
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
- Don't even think about it!
- Whoah, whoah,
whoah, whoah, whoah.
- You don't want
to do this, guys.
They're gonna find you, man.
You're making a big mistake.
You don't know whose
money you're taking.
- Sure I do.
Mine.
(gun firing)
(brakes screeching)
(clinking)
You're gonna hold
on to my money.
You're gonna keep it safe.
You keep your fucking head down.
You got it?
- Okay.
- Good boy.
Let's go.
(siren sounding in distance)
(hip hop music)
¶ I done run a mans up ¶
¶ Ain't nothing
they can tell me ¶
¶ I was being patient ¶
¶ I was being petty ¶
- [Man] Boss, Greg's here.
- Right.
¶ I'm a rich nigga still
getting niggas raw ¶
¶ Them speed pedding ¶
¶ Niggas act like they
want get smoke with me ¶
¶ But they ain't ¶
- What are all these
kids doing here?
- Prom party.
- Prom?
We gotta go somewhere and talk.
- Okay, boss.
- Yeah.
(birds chirping)
(low droning music)
Here, you see.
You know that I know
for quite sometime the numbers
haven't been adding up.
And you know that I know
that this is all a
result of you fucking me.
So let me tell you
what I'm fitting to do.
I wanna let you keep all
that you have acquired,
secretly acquired, and
I'll just walk away.
How you like that?
- Are you going to kill me?
- Yeah.
You're gonna leave now.
- Greg, I'll walk you out.
(dance music)
- [Man] Hey girl,
you know I got you.
- What the fuck?
I didn't know you had
to pay, all right?
It said it was an open bar!
- Well it's fucking
closed to you now
so why don't you get
the hell out of here?
- I got friends in there!
Oh, come on, guys.
- Hey.
(banging)
- I'll toss y'all a couple
bucks if that's all you want.
Motherfuckers.
(lighter clinking)
What are you doing here?
- Hey Chance.
Boo.
- Do you want a
beer or something?
- Nah, kid, I'm good.
- You mind if I grab one?
- Sure.
Knock yourself out.
Where's my money, Chance?
- It's up there.
(phone buzzing)
- Just a phone.
- A fucking phone?
Do I look like I need
a fucking phone, boy?
I want my money.
- I swear.
It was up there right
where I left it.
Oh no, no, no, no.
- I'm sorry, kid.
(bashing)
(groaning)
- No.
(whimpering)
No!
(bashing)
(somber music)
Look, I'll get you the
fucking money, okay?
- There should be no
getting the money, Chance.
You should have it.
And you don't fucking have it.
(bashing)
- Ah, dammit.
I'll get you the money, promise.
- Where the fuck
is a kid like you
gonna get that type of cash?
(bashing)
- Listen.
You know, you're a
stupid kid, Chance.
That liquor in your belly,
that's your only friend.
- Wait.
You don't have to.
- Shh.
(gun firing)
- You think he
could have found it?
- Who gives a fuck?
Let's go!
(gun firing)
(cases clinking)
- Boss.
- Yeah.
What kind of news
you got for me?
- Well I think I found
you a new supplier.
Can you meet with her tonight?
- I got to clean up my house
after that neighbor's child
came and dirtied it up
and then, how about if I
could meet with her tomorrow?
- I'll arrange that for you.
- Cool.
- All right.
- All right.
(gun firing)
¶ Hell hand, got a
hold on the brush ¶
¶ I'm a natural born caresser ¶
¶ I might fuck home stretch ¶
¶ I might make a little money ¶
¶ Leave a little
on the dresser ¶
¶ And they say I'm an adult ¶
- [Man] Back at you, boss man.
- [Man] You got it?
- [Man] Let me get it straight.
- [Man] Yeah let's do
it, you got the stuff.
- Catch you tonight, dogs.
Gotta do this
business and all that.
Yeah.
What's going on
boss, what you need?
- Some suits.
- I got swingers, what you need?
(tense music)
(bashing)
- Stop, motherfucker!
On your knees!
You have the right
to remain silent.
(phone ringing)
Detective Munce.
(radio chatter)
Who wanted you dead, kid?
(light gloomy music)
(coughing)
(car revving in distance)
(tense music)
- Swilley.
- Frank.
This guy says he's
been looking for you.
He's from the city.
- Mr. Wilson, I'm
Detective Munce.
You're not an easy man
to find, Mr. Wilson.
- Sometimes when you
can't find a man,
it's 'cause he don't
wanna be found.
You here to arrest me?
- I'm not here to arrest you.
I'm afraid the news I have
is much worse than that.
So you used to be a cop?
I've heard stories.
Real badass whip
got the job done.
(phone ringing)
- [Man] Boss, that kid Chance,
he didn't come into
work last night.
- [Munce] Is that him?
- Yeah.
- I'm sorry.
No parent should ever
outlive their child.
- How did it happen?
- Well they beat
him pretty good.
Then shot him execution style.
- Who?
- We don't have any leads yet.
But I'm all over it.
- Dear Lord, we offer
this prayer today
on behalf of our loved
one, Chance Wilson.
Carry him into your
kingdom with you.
We ask this in Lord
Jesus Christ's name.
Amen.
- God dammit.
(sighs) Frank, I truly am sorry.
- You know, I must,
must have thought
a hundred times
what I could have
done different.
Make it so he didn't
leave the swamp.
- Nah.
He was as strong-willed
as his daddy.
Wasn't ever gonna stop him.
- Excuse me a sec.
Knew my son Chance?
- Not long enough.
I'm the one who found him.
- Frank.
Wilson.
I'm Chance's dad.
- Charlotte.
I'm sorry, I just--
- It's all right.
How'd you know my son?
- I work at a casino.
- Name of the casino?
- It doesn't have a name.
- No name, really?
Chance play cards there?
- Only when he wasn't sleeping.
Playing poker was like his job.
- [Frank] I haven't talked
to my son Chance in years.
- [Charlotte] I know.
- Thank you for coming.
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- I found the kid.
I'm at his apartment
complex right now.
Did some digging,
he was killed the other night.
- What a shame.
Look under every rock.
Do everything you
have to do to find out
who did this to that boy.
I'ma head over to
this charity now.
What a shame.
(tense music)
(clacking)
(ominous music)
(dog barking)
- What you gonna do?
- I need to borrow your truck.
(snorting)
- You know, if Molly
Ann was still alive
you wouldn't be doing this.
- Yeah, I know.
But you know them
city cops, huh, Swill.
They don't give
two shits about us.
- How long has it been
since you shot a man, Frank?
- Been a minute.
- Well that's a duffel bag
full of guns you got there.
What's that for?
- You could call them
negotiation tactics.
- Shit.
- Yeah.
(car starting)
(tense music)
(car honking)
- Boss, this is Karina, the
new supplier I mentioned.
- Listen.
We just got rid of
a lifelong supplier.
And well, I heard a
lot of nice things
about your family.
- My family has been in
business for a while.
I think you should try us.
- Well, volume,
how about volume?
You got a lot of product?
- You know what you want.
- All right, babe.
- Listen.
We're gonna have to
talk about Desmond.
- My son, again.
- Yeah.
(light music)
(ominous music)
- Hey.
Can I top you off?
- [Frank] Yeah.
(door chime ringing)
- [Woman] Frank?
Jesus, you look different.
- And by different,
you mean like shit?
- Your son.
- My son.
- And Molly?
- Moll lived with that
cancer for seven years.
It was her time.
- It just didn't seem right.
- I'm doing this
different now, Ashley.
I'm doing it the right way.
I'm finding out who
did this to my son.
I'ma watch him get
justice served.
- Of course.
- [Frank] You still
work in the DA?
- [Ashley] No, I've got
a private practice now.
- You still have people
in the DA's office?
- [Ashley] Of course.
- [Frank] I'm gonna
talk to an old foreman,
see if I can get
some information.
(whistling)
- [Man] Yo, Jinx is in
the alley waiting for you.
- Oh, there's that
motherfucker. (chuckling)
Look who it fucking is!
I just got the fuck
out of prison, man.
You planted evidence on me.
I did three fucking years.
- I'm sorry to hear it.
- What's that, motherfucker?
- I guess, what I remember
was that you sold
some dirty drugs
to some kids and they all
fucking OD'd and died.
And the jury didn't convict.
- It's a free
country, motherfucker.
(bashing)
Ah, you fucker!
(cracking)
(screaming)
God dammit, fucking ethel!
(bashing)
(bashing)
(clanking)
- No problems here, man.
- [Jinx] Fuck!
- [Frank] Next time I call,
you give me the
information I need.
- [Jinx] Fuck you.
- [Frank] Thanks for nothing.
¶ Look ¶
¶ I'm a rap man, my
bitch a bad one ¶
¶ We be counting up and
fucking till morning ¶
¶ I beat it up ¶
- What's up?
- What's up bro?
- Stay heat right here.
- Yeah.
Oh shit, that's that fight?
- Yeah.
All right.
- All right.
(car honking)
(revving)
Yo.
Hey bro, you better
watch yourself.
What's wrong with you?
Need something to
lighten up, huh?
- Shut your mouth.
- [Hooker] Hey papi,
how are you doing today,
huh?
- Hey baby.
- Hey man, hey man, hey man.
- Two for one again, eh?
- Fuck you man.
- Hey don't walk away,
you pussy.
- Fuck is your problem, man?
- Hey fuck you.
- Fuck you, pussy.
- Fuck that guy.
Fuck you!
- I need a room.
- I got a room down the hall.
I'll get you some fresh sheets.
- What about that kid's room?
The one who got killed.
- What the hell
do you wanna stay
at a murdered kid's room for?
- He's my son.
(low droning music)
(somber music)
- Look, goddamit, I'm leaving.
You can't stop me this time!
- Your mother will
kill me, Chance.
- Yeah, well mine's dead.
So she can't not
forgive shit anymore.
- You watch the way you
talk about your mom, boy.
She's always watching over us.
- Yeah.
Is that why you never had
to put down the bottle?
- That city will change you.
It will get into your
blood like a virus
and eat you alive.
You want that?
- At least it would
turn me into something.
This?
This ain't no life here.
I'm sorry, Dad.
I'm sorry.
(whooshing)
(ominous music)
(gasping)
(phone buzzing)
(hip hop music)
- All right, all right,
you savages wanna hear a joke?
Good one?
Really, you're
gonna like this one.
All right, Sadie, she's in
the old age home, right?
She's got dementia.
She wears this
little tiny nightie
and she goes around
knocking on all the doors
of all the guys that live there
and when they open the door,
she starts pulling up her nighty
going "Super pussy,
super pussy!"
She knocks on
Herschel's door, right?
Herschel answers the door.
She starts pulling
up her nightie,
"Super pussy, super pussy!"
Herschel looks at
her for a second
and he says, "I'll
take the soup."
(men laughing)
It's a good line, "Super Pussy"
- [Man] Haha, good one.
Lighten up man.
(phone ringing)
- [Man] That's actually not bad.
- Hey, shut up,
shut up, shut up.
- Who is this?
(tense music)
Let's try this again.
I'm Chance's father.
Who is this?
(beeping)
- Who was it?
- Nobody.
Fucking deal.
- Oh, goddamn, mmm.
- Right, place the final bets.
Thank you my friends,
now we'll spin this.
¶ You can have it
all, all baby ¶
¶ You can have it
all, all baby ¶
- All right.
Place your final bets.
All right, let's spin.
- I'm writing jail about Chance.
Everything that you know
about him, I need to know.
- He got in pretty
deep playing cards.
He spent money that he
didn't have all the time.
- And you know where he got it?
- Chance wouldn't tell
me anything about that.
I could tell that he was
getting worried though.
Whoever it was, they
started making threats.
- I saw on Chance's phone
some dude, Desmond Packard.
- I've seen him come
in a couple times.
He hangs around sketchy people.
- He won money from that dude?
- He wouldn't tell me.
Listen, I did care about him.
But you didn't know him.
I mean just ask anybody.
You mention Chance's name
and they all have some
bad story about him.
- And you still stayed with him?
- I better go back to work now.
It's great seeing you.
¶ You can have it
all, all baby ¶
¶ You can have it
all, all baby ¶
¶ You can have it
all, all baby ¶
¶ You can have it
all, all baby ¶
(tense music)
- What the fuck?
I think my eyes must be
playing tricks on me.
I hate to sound like a
walking, talking cliche but
I thought you was dead.
- Oh.
Lot of confidence in me, huh?
- What are you drinking?
- [Frank] I'll take
a double vodka.
I do need some information.
- Old habits die hard.
- The name is Desmond Packard.
- Packard, huh?
- [Frank] Yeah.
- He's Augustino
Finn Adair's kid.
Yeah he was the
bastard of some broad
Finn knocked up apparently.
He still goes by her last name.
Now, since she passed,
I guess the kid
wanted to go work
with his daddy.
And you know, Finn,
he's always looking
for a loyal helping
hand, so he agreed.
And he showed him the
ropes like only he could.
- [Frank] Playing the cards?
- He runs a card
game once a week.
The house always wins.
- Can you help me find them?
- (sighs) He hangs
out at the Razor Room
every Thursday night.
Shithole club over
on the west side.
You're not thinking
of walking in there
like you're Dirty
Harry or something,
are you Frank Wilson?
'Cause with your reputation,
it'll be silly of me to
think you wouldn't, right?
- I'm not a cop anymore.
- Once a cop, always a cop.
(lighter clinking)
- [Desmond] How are
the numbers, man?
- Same old, same old.
- How you doing, son?
- [Desmond] Good, Pop.
- All right.
Can I have the usual?
- Yes, sir.
(tense music)
- Give me a minute, bro.
- What's on your mind, Dad?
- I was thinking
about the family.
I was hoping you could
kind of open up to me
and talk to me.
I don't like to really
talk too much about myself
but it seems like
I've done as much as I
possibly can for you.
You know I love you, son.
And I would step in front
of a motherfucking bullet
if I had to.
But I can't really teach
you if you don't listen.
- I do listen.
- Rather than being
stupid and arrogant,
and thinking you're smarter
than everybody else,
I wanted to try to
beg you one last time
to act right.
- I've always given
you respect, Dad.
- Well, we just have
sort of a different way
of living a life.
So I'm gonna say
this one more time.
I would really,
really, highly consider
getting rid of your
criminal friends,
treating people the way
you want to be treated,
bring something
good into this life.
Because we at the crossroads now
and if you make the
wrong decisions,
you gonna fuck up the
rest of your family,
you're gonna end your own life.
- I've done nothing wrong, Dad.
- You got something
to say to me?
- No sir.
I got nothing to say.
- You got nothing?
- No.
Not a thing.
(clinking)
(sighs)
¶ See the flow is so smooth ¶
¶ Holy dope ¶
¶ I was paid she
told you told you ¶
¶ That homie certain ¶
¶ I'm so little blinded bee ¶
¶ These tiny slivers ¶
¶ Would you switch
the finest is it ¶
¶ In IG pictures ¶
- May I help you?
- [Frank] Yeah.
- Anything in particular
you're looking for?
- Desmond.
Packard.
- You need anything?
- Let me have a beer.
- Hey baby.
Why don't you come
sit over here?
- That's it, baby.
(groaning)
(laughing)
- Yeah?
- This cop wants a word.
- Who the fuck are you?
- Desmond Packard.
- One and only, baby.
- You got a problem?
- No.
You got a minute?
- Talk.
- Well, a little bit loud
in here for my old ears so,
- You don't need cops here.
- Thank you, Terrence.
Let's go.
Have fun, daddy's gotta work.
Stay.
You ain't from
around here, are you?
- No.
- So what the fuck you
want to talk about?
- I think you know
my son Chance.
- No, doesn't ring a bell.
- It's weird, 'cause,
I found his phone and
the last number
that was called was
some dude named Desmond.
(tense music)
- A lot of people got my number.
- Well, Mr. Popularity, huh?
- Yeah.
I'm kind of a big deal.
- Hey, Mr. Popular.
You kill my son?
- I don't know
where you're from.
But you should scurry back
there as quickly as possible.
Okay right now
you're in my city.
And there's a good possibility
you're gonna get hurt.
Or even killed.
(bashing)
(groaning)
Oh, motherfucker!
- Thanks for the gun.
- Fuck you, man!
Fuck you!
- The fuck, man?
- What's up?
The fuck?
What is this?
- It's a gun.
I need you to see if
it matches ballistics
on the bullet pulled
from Chance's body.
- Look, you're
not a cop anymore.
You can't keep running
around here acting like one.
- Just pull the fucking
ballistics, please.
- Why'd you quit the force?
- The better question is why
did I join in the first place?
And the answer to that is
I have no fucking idea.
Check for ballistics.
(tense music)
- You called.
What do you want?
- I was wondering.
You get your ass kicked lately?
- Fuck you.
- Fuck you!
I'm afraid to even
ask how he got it.
- [Desmond] Then don't.
- Guy used to be a cop.
He asked me to run
ballistics on it.
- Give me.
- Uh-uh, not so fast.
I mean I could just turn it in.
Evidence alone will
get you 30 years.
If I was you I'd
just get rid of it
before someone else shows up
and takes it from you.
- Anything else, Detective?
- Yeah.
I got a feeling this
guy's not gonna rest
till he gets
justice for his son.
- Yeah, whatever.
Me and the boys can
take care of him.
- Well then you and the
boys might need to know
where he's staying.
- I fucking hate cops.
(revving)
(ticking)
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- Finn.
The kid is in a lot of trouble.
- You sure about that?
- He killed the son of a cop.
- Really?
Let me talk to my people
and I'll get right
back to you here.
Later, cool.
(sighs)
(door creaking)
(tense music)
- Hey man.
I heard what you
said the other day
after you whipped my ass.
Got a story you might
be interested in.
It's at some strip bar,
about a girl named Charlotte.
Yeah, she was looking
to buy some weight,
a lot of it.
Hey man.
Hey!
We square, man?
The fuck?
(tense music)
(car starting)
- [Frank] Charlotte.
- Mr. Wilson?
How do you know where
my parents live?
- Old habits die hard.
Nice place.
You got a minute?
- What did you wanna
talk about, Mr. Wilson?
- You took that money.
You know.
- I didn't mean to.
I loved Chance.
- Well.
Your greed got him killed.
- I didn't mean
for this to happen.
You know what it's like.
I just wanted to
get out of here,
I just wanted to leave this
place and everything forever!
And I was waiting for
things to settle down
but Chance didn't wanna leave.
He was never gonna
leave this place.
Not even for me.
- Well, so it may be here.
- Wait, please!
You have to believe me.
I did love him.
- You loved him?
- I loved him.
- Mistakes.
God knows we all have them.
Tough part, you have
to live with it.
Forever.
I suggest leave town
because if I found you
I wonder who else will.
Good luck, Charlotte.
(door opening and shutting)
- What happened to your face?
You killed that boy.
You killed that poor
fucking young man, Chance.
It's not like I'm dumb
enough to fucking not know.
I tried to get
you to come clean.
- How was I supposed to know?
He's just some junky kid.
He's just a nobody.
- Who the fuck you think
you are making judgements
on who should live
and who should die?
Everybody's somebody.
I know Chance's
father Frank Wilson.
I know him real well.
He's the dirtiest
fucking cop I ever knew
and he was the dirtiest
cop they had on the force.
Now, I might have to figure
out how to deal with this
because he's the
kind of guy where
either he gonna have to die
or we're one to die.
And I'm not fitting
to die for this.
- We'll take care of it.
We know where he's staying.
I'll put a bullet
in his fucking head.
- You will take
care of it for me?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
I feel like I'm talking
to a retarded child.
Don't do nothing.
- He took my gun.
Did this to my face.
What do you want me to do?
- I need time to
think about this.
You don't do nothing.
Don't do fucking nothing.
(door shutting)
(ticking)
(ominous music)
- Dad!
Dad!
Help me!
(coughing)
(tense music)
- My wife's gonna
kill me if I get shot.
- I'll turn her
into a widow myself
if you don't shut the fuck up.
- We keep following
you, we're all dead.
- Are you getting this?
- This asshole.
All right.
- Clear.
- Come on.
- Clear.
Get in there.
- Take it.
- Clear!
Clear.
- Shit, he's not here.
Dammit!
He's not fucking here.
- Now where the fuck is he?
- Well he ain't here so let's
get the hell out of here.
- Well we got to
get a fucking clue
to find out where this guy is.
He's hunting me in
my own fucking city.
(crashing in distance)
- What the fuck is that?
- The fuck?
(car honking and alarm sounding)
My fucking car!
(bird chirping)
- What's up, man?
- I figure I'd stop
by, check on you.
Make sure you're all right.
- Courtesy check?
Fuck wouldn't I be all right?
- Well I heard
about the incident.
- Incident.
- The incident with the car.
- I heard some sirens,
some shit like that.
What happened?
- It was right out in front.
His car, on fire.
- Well, shit.
Guess that's why they call it
theme park for outlaws, right?
- [Munce] Right.
- [Frank] Get those
test results back yet?
- Test results?
- Ballistics, Detective.
- Oh yeah, no.
Yeah, that takes a while.
You know, backed
up and everything.
But you'll be the first to know.
You're not going
anywhere, are you?
- I'm gonna head home.
- Really?
- Well there's not shit
here for me, is there?
- Right.
Gimme a call in a couple
days for those test results.
(tense music)
- Hmm.
- So I spoke with the Special
Investigation Division.
Thank you so much.
And you were right.
They have no record
of the bullet
or the gun that you gave Munce.
I mean, what the hell does
Munce have to do with this?
What are you gonna do?
- I need to shit.
Gonna go home.
- What?
- Look.
They already came after me once.
They'll probably
come after me again.
Now if I'm at my house,
that's self-defense.
(tense music)
(door creaking)
- The hell you
doing in my house?!
- Your name Swilley?
- That's what they
call me, yeah.
- Where is Frank Wilson?
(tense music)
(guns cocking)
(gun firing)
(intense music)
(gun cocking)
(gun cocking)
- Oh shit.
(gun firing)
(screaming)
(gun cocking)
- No, no.
No, wait, wait.
No, no, wait, no!
Wait, wait.
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
- [Man] Got him.
- [Desmond] Are
you fucking sure?
- [Man] Yeah I'm sure, man,
let's get out of here, come on.
- I wanna know that
motherfucker's dead.
- He's dead, I killed him.
- Attaboy, get in
the fucking car.
Fuck you, bitch!
(heartbeat pulsing)
(bashing)
- Help me!
(gun firing)
(somber music)
- He doesn't look very good.
- I'm Detective Munce.
I'm with the police department.
- Ashley Millet.
- Yeah, I'm in charge
of the investigation
involving Mr. Wilson's son.
- What can we do
for you, Detective?
- Well I heard he was injured.
Figured I'd come by and
ask him a few questions.
- Does he look like
he's in the place
to answer goddamn
questions to you?
- You guys see anything?
- No.
I heard a shotgun blast.
Got somebody to help me
drag him out the water
and call 911.
We flew him here to
this goddamn place,
middle of the city.
The last place he
wanna die on the globe
if he had his choice.
- You have any idea who
might have wanted to do this?
- Oh, I thought that was
your department, Detective.
Course it could have
been anybody these days.
World's going to
hell in a handbasket.
- Right.
Well, you have a way I
can get in touch with you?
- Yeah.
Here you go.
- Have Mr. Wilson give me a call
as soon as he wakes up.
- Okay, will do.
- I don't like that fellow.
- So?
He's still breathing?
- Barely.
He's with that fucking
swamp rat of his.
He said he didn't get
a good look at you
but he's obviously lying.
And they're not alone.
- Ashley Millet,
attorney-at-law.
So who's this bitch?
- Seems like your
problems keep multiplying
with water, Gizmo.
- Gizmo?
- Gremlins, it's
a fucking movie.
Watch it.
It's a classic.
- You wanted to talk to me?
- I'm tired of telling
you over and over
and over again the same
motherfucking thing.
And it break my heart boy
to have to talk
to you like this,
you a grown man.
What happened to you, boy?
You treat us all like this.
You put us all in harm's way.
And you cross the line.
If you had a soul, I feel
like it's unretrievable.
You lost that the day
you killed that boy.
I don't mind if you
had to kill somebody.
But not like that.
- At least I do my own killing.
And I like it.
- You're no longer my son.
- Hey you were
never a real father.
You just pose like one.
- You're gonna have
to go on the road now.
- I did the best I could
to be what you wanted.
- You could have fooled me.
- It's never good enough.
Not for you.
- You got precious
little time, son.
People are coming for you.
And I don't wanna watch you die.
- If he's coming for me,
I'm gonna kill him first.
- Get on up the road, boy.
- You got it.
Watch your back.
(snapping)
(tense music)
The old man doesn't
have what it takes
to run the business anymore.
I need you to talk
to your supplier,
plan out how to get
with the new boss.
- You got it, boss.
- I'm serious, you go.
You have work to do.
Those fish ain't gonna
catch themselves.
- Are you sure?
- I'm sure.
You've done enough already.
You're a good friend, Swilley.
- Well, if he
comes to his senses
and if you need
anything, you call me.
And I do mean
anything, all right?
- Okay, I will.
I'll take good care of him.
Bye.
- Now I need you to
do something for me.
Desmond and I have
a little something
that needs shipping we
need you to send over.
Not a word to the boss.
Don't even talk about
this conversation
with Desmond, you understand?
- (chuckles) If the
price is right, I do.
- Just you and me, yeah?
You got it?
You like money?
- Who doesn't?
- The price will be right.
Deal?
- Deal.
- All right.
(groaning)
(clears throat)
(door creaking)
(lighter clicking)
- You want something, boy?
- Boo.
I gotta say, I'm impressed.
I never thought
two old hillbillies
would be so hard to snuff.
- You hurt one of us,
you fight all of us.
That's what family does.
- Wow.
Ain't that some heroic shit.
- Oh no, thank you.
- What, you worried
it's gonna kill you?
- I was born dying, no.
I've been waiting all my life.
You just gave me a reason.
- Wow.
That is a depressing
outlook, old man.
- No, not if you use it to
make the most of
the time you got.
- Is that what you've
been doing out here
in this shit shack?
- I wouldn't expect your city
ass to understand. (chuckles)
- The woman.
Who is she, what does she know?
- Just an old friend of Frank's.
She ain't involved in this.
- How about you?
Do you talk to the cops?
- People out here, we
don't talk to no police.
There's a problem, we
settle it ourselves.
Sort of a tradition.
- You know I got some
traditions of my own
I can show you?
- You gonna shoot me
or bore me to death?
I got family up
there waiting on me
up there where I'm gonna go.
So I don't need to
listen to a little boy
trying to sound like a man
when he's just a piece of shit
wrapped in human skin.
(tense music)
(clacking)
(gun firing)
(birds chirping)
(tense music)
(phone buzzing)
- Yeah, I'm at the bar.
- Drinking on the
job, Detective?
- You know an
officer that doesn't?
We work at one of the toughest
cities in the country.
- Oh, it ain't no Chicago.
- Surprised your boys
haven't taken care
of this guy yet.
- Yeah, look.
You know what you do when
you get an itch, right?
- Scratch it?
- You rub it out.
Consider it a donation
from Tino Finn Adair
and Desmond Packard.
Get it done.
- Piece of shit.
- Would you like another?
- Just give me the bottle.
No, just give me the bottle.
The bottle, the bottle,
I'll take the bottle.
(tense music)
- Frank.
- Mmm.
Oh my god.
Hey.
I'm in the hospital?
- Yeah.
- Great.
Where's Swilley?
- He's fine, he
went back to work.
He was here all night.
- Okay, I'm gonna need
to get out of here.
- Oh no, no, no.
You stay, you have to rest.
You stay.
(phone ringing)
Hold on a sec.
Hello?
What?
- What do you mean what?
I need to borrow your car again.
- What happened with you
just wanting some answers?
- He's all I had left, Ash.
- You have to stop blaming
yourself for everything, Frank.
Even Swilley would
tell you that.
- Swilley's not here to tell
me anything anymore, is he?
And I'll stop blaming myself
when I stop being the cause.
(door shutting)
(tense music)
(beeping)
- Yo Frank, we need to
have a conversation.
(bashing)
(thudding)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- [Munce] Miss Millet?
This is Detective Munce.
- Yes?
- I'm looking for Mr. Wilson.
I heard he was released
from the hospital
and I have those
ballistics results
he was asking about.
- And so what did it say?
- I can't give up any more
information on the phone.
But have you seen him?
Or maybe you know where he's at?
- It's your lucky
day, I'm right here.
- Frank?
Listen.
Yeah I got those
ballistics results.
I could be by Chance's
apartment in a couple of hours.
Why don't you meet me there?
- See you then.
(car starting)
- [Ashley] Like I
said, the DA's office
will leave your son's name
off the report for the robbery.
But they need something
on Augustino Finn Adair.
It's the only way.
- Yeah.
Goodbye.
- Just be careful.
- I wish you the best, okay?
(siren sounding in distance)
(tense music)
How long has it been?
- How long has what been?
- Since you've been
on the take, Munce.
I got this off one of your boys
who tried to kill
me at the hospital.
- What are you, a fucking saint?
Don't act so goddamn righteous!
- Motherfucker, I've
never been called that.
Yeah.
I've corrupted evidence, lied,
killed motherfuckers because
I knew they were guilty.
And I did all that to make
sure I got the job done right.
This ends tonight.
You, Desmond, Finn,
all going down
one way or another.
- 48 fucking thousand
dollars a year!
That's what they think
my life is worth.
I happen to think it's
worth a little more.
(bashing)
(gun firing)
You shot me.
- This motherfucker.
(lighter clinking)
(phone chiming)
- Now I need you to
do something for me.
Desmond and I have a little
something that needs shipment
we need you to send over.
Not a word to the boss.
Don't even talk about
this conversation
with Desmond, you understand?
- [Karina] If the
price is right, I do.
- [Man] Just you and me, yeah?
You got it?
You like money?
- [Karina] Who doesn't?
- [Man] The price
will be right, deal?
- [Karina] Deal.
- What the fuck is this?
- Yo, boss.
- You been running
around behind my back
with my boy!
- What are you talking about?
- Shut the fuck up!
Don't say a
motherfucking word to me!
These the same gangsters
that you pulled off
the heist with where
the money disappeared?
And then y'all kill Chance.
Y'all wanna be a gangster?
(gun firing)
That's part of the life, bitch.
(tense music)
(bashing)
(gun firing)
(groaning)
- Other way.
Look at me.
(gun firing)
(zipping)
(panting)
- How you doing, Frank?
I've been waiting for you.
(clinking)
You being here, I know my son,
he dead because of you.
So now here we are.
Here we are.
Way I look at it,
you killed your son.
You abandoned him.
He was on the street.
I gave him a house.
I gave him a job,
I gave him food.
When he passed, I'm the
one who told all my people
I wanna do anything
and everything I can
to find out who did it
and bring them to justice.
But I'm not fitting to
kill you because of my son.
I'm gonna kill you
because of who you are
and what you are.
The world will be a lot
better place without you.
(bashing)
(groaning)
(bashing)
(laughing)
(gun firing)
Yeah, spend the rest
of your life in jail
knowing I put you there.
(sirens sounding)
(tense music)
- Wait.
Wait.
Please, please.
(gun firing)
¶ Broke nigger slicing
on the ground ¶
¶ I cracked the grin ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ My ex posted pictures
of her new man ¶
¶ So I smashed the friend ¶
¶ I was being petty ¶
¶ So fascinated
with doing it be ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ Kicked him out of the section
made room for the chicks ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ So many hos in the crowd ¶
¶ Gave us some
coke and a smile ¶
¶ This weed we smoking so loud ¶
¶ So high I hope we come down ¶
¶ I done ran a man's up and ¶
¶ You straight we turnt ¶
¶ And to snap back
the supreme shirt ¶
¶ Celebrate the money
that the team earned ¶
¶ Stand too tall and
get your wave burnt ¶
¶ We're just walking
like it's January first ¶
¶ I been there nigger
do your research ¶
¶ Couple cornrows go
grill to the label ¶
¶ Im'a need a whole meal 'cause
your rap is just dessert ¶
¶ Started from the bottom
like I'm putting pants on ¶
¶ Now we spilling
champagne on the Samsung ¶
¶ I don't make trap
music or dance songs ¶
¶ Just a bunch of otherside
hitters lean your fans on ¶
¶ 'cause everyday I see ¶
¶ Broke niggers
slicing on the ground ¶
¶ I cracked a grin,
I'm just being petty ¶
¶ My ex posted
pictures of a new man ¶
¶ So I smashed the friend ¶
¶ I was being petty ¶
¶ So fascinated
with doing a be ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ Kicked him out of my section
made room for the chicks ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ So many hos in the crowd ¶
¶ Gave us some
coke and a smile ¶
¶ This weed we smoking so loud ¶
¶ So high I hope we come down ¶
¶ I done run a mans up ¶
¶ Ain't nothing
they can tell me ¶
¶ I was being patient,
y'all was being petty ¶
¶ Now we bout to pack ¶
¶ Fuckers in confetti ¶
¶ I'm a rich nigger
steal good nigger ¶
¶ Rob them just being petty ¶
¶ Niggers act like they
want that smoke with me ¶
¶ But they ain't ready ¶
¶ Yeah nigga what's up ¶
¶ When they say
they gon pull up ¶
¶ We'd be standing round
waiting with the 30s ¶
¶ Fuck taking so long ¶
¶ I done did so much dirt ¶
¶ I ain't even got to
get my hands dirty ¶
¶ That bitch be
all in your house ¶
¶ I done been all in her mouth ¶
¶ 'cause that what
this shit all about ¶
¶ This petty shit
gotta stop boy ¶
¶ Don't make me get at you ¶
¶ Hit at you, slap
the shit at you ¶
¶ Her pussy so good she got
you tripping through the hood ¶
¶ But she ain't into you ¶
¶ She pretending to
fuck with you hard ¶
¶ So you could blow the bag ¶
¶ What kind of bitch wouldn't ¶
¶ Broke nigga slicing
on the ground ¶
¶ I cracked a grin ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ My ex posted pictures
of her new man ¶
¶ So I smashed the friend ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ So fascinated
with doing the be ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ Kicked him out of my section
made room for the chicks ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ So many hos in the crowd ¶
¶ Gave us some
coke and a smile ¶
¶ This weed be smoking so loud ¶
¶ So high I hope we come down ¶
¶ I done run a mans up ¶
¶ Ain't nothing
they can tell me ¶
¶ I was being patient
ya'll was being petty ¶
¶ Now we bout to pack ¶
¶ These fuckers in confetti ¶
¶ Roll up a joint and
won't pass it to no one ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ Fuck in the night
in the morning time ¶
¶ I pay for the telly ¶
¶ Stinging like an only child ¶
¶ Let my holy down,
spend a couple thou ¶
¶ For a pack of loud ¶
¶ Nigger I will front
and you will back ¶
¶ And down down down down ¶
¶ This is a party to me ¶
¶ Licking my roof ¶
¶ Like dammit so hard to me ¶
¶ I sold the bass like I
were part of the beat ¶
¶ Fuck you and all
of the sheets yeah ¶
¶ I want the world with
them plastic bags ¶
¶ I stuff them, they ready ¶
¶ I treat them like bailing
my folks in the cell ¶
¶ I still gotta sell it, hello ¶
¶ Broke nigger slicing
on the ground ¶
¶ I cracked a grin ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ My ex posted pictures
of her new man ¶
¶ So I smashed a friend ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ So fascinated if doing it be ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ Kicked him out of my section
made room for the chicks ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ So many hos in the crowd ¶
¶ Gave us some
coke and a smile ¶
¶ This weed we smoking so loud ¶
¶ So high I hope we come down ¶
¶ I done ran a mans up ¶
¶ Ain't nothing
they can tell me ¶
¶ I was being patient
ya'll was being petty ¶
¶ Now we bout to pack ¶
¶ These fuckers in confetti ¶
(tense music)
(tense music)
(creaking)
- Shit!
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
- Don't even think about it!
- Whoah, whoah,
whoah, whoah, whoah.
- You don't want
to do this, guys.
They're gonna find you, man.
You're making a big mistake.
You don't know whose
money you're taking.
- Sure I do.
Mine.
(gun firing)
(brakes screeching)
(clinking)
You're gonna hold
on to my money.
You're gonna keep it safe.
You keep your fucking head down.
You got it?
- Okay.
- Good boy.
Let's go.
(siren sounding in distance)
(hip hop music)
¶ I done run a mans up ¶
¶ Ain't nothing
they can tell me ¶
¶ I was being patient ¶
¶ I was being petty ¶
- [Man] Boss, Greg's here.
- Right.
¶ I'm a rich nigga still
getting niggas raw ¶
¶ Them speed pedding ¶
¶ Niggas act like they
want get smoke with me ¶
¶ But they ain't ¶
- What are all these
kids doing here?
- Prom party.
- Prom?
We gotta go somewhere and talk.
- Okay, boss.
- Yeah.
(birds chirping)
(low droning music)
Here, you see.
You know that I know
for quite sometime the numbers
haven't been adding up.
And you know that I know
that this is all a
result of you fucking me.
So let me tell you
what I'm fitting to do.
I wanna let you keep all
that you have acquired,
secretly acquired, and
I'll just walk away.
How you like that?
- Are you going to kill me?
- Yeah.
You're gonna leave now.
- Greg, I'll walk you out.
(dance music)
- [Man] Hey girl,
you know I got you.
- What the fuck?
I didn't know you had
to pay, all right?
It said it was an open bar!
- Well it's fucking
closed to you now
so why don't you get
the hell out of here?
- I got friends in there!
Oh, come on, guys.
- Hey.
(banging)
- I'll toss y'all a couple
bucks if that's all you want.
Motherfuckers.
(lighter clinking)
What are you doing here?
- Hey Chance.
Boo.
- Do you want a
beer or something?
- Nah, kid, I'm good.
- You mind if I grab one?
- Sure.
Knock yourself out.
Where's my money, Chance?
- It's up there.
(phone buzzing)
- Just a phone.
- A fucking phone?
Do I look like I need
a fucking phone, boy?
I want my money.
- I swear.
It was up there right
where I left it.
Oh no, no, no, no.
- I'm sorry, kid.
(bashing)
(groaning)
- No.
(whimpering)
No!
(bashing)
(somber music)
Look, I'll get you the
fucking money, okay?
- There should be no
getting the money, Chance.
You should have it.
And you don't fucking have it.
(bashing)
- Ah, dammit.
I'll get you the money, promise.
- Where the fuck
is a kid like you
gonna get that type of cash?
(bashing)
- Listen.
You know, you're a
stupid kid, Chance.
That liquor in your belly,
that's your only friend.
- Wait.
You don't have to.
- Shh.
(gun firing)
- You think he
could have found it?
- Who gives a fuck?
Let's go!
(gun firing)
(cases clinking)
- Boss.
- Yeah.
What kind of news
you got for me?
- Well I think I found
you a new supplier.
Can you meet with her tonight?
- I got to clean up my house
after that neighbor's child
came and dirtied it up
and then, how about if I
could meet with her tomorrow?
- I'll arrange that for you.
- Cool.
- All right.
- All right.
(gun firing)
¶ Hell hand, got a
hold on the brush ¶
¶ I'm a natural born caresser ¶
¶ I might fuck home stretch ¶
¶ I might make a little money ¶
¶ Leave a little
on the dresser ¶
¶ And they say I'm an adult ¶
- [Man] Back at you, boss man.
- [Man] You got it?
- [Man] Let me get it straight.
- [Man] Yeah let's do
it, you got the stuff.
- Catch you tonight, dogs.
Gotta do this
business and all that.
Yeah.
What's going on
boss, what you need?
- Some suits.
- I got swingers, what you need?
(tense music)
(bashing)
- Stop, motherfucker!
On your knees!
You have the right
to remain silent.
(phone ringing)
Detective Munce.
(radio chatter)
Who wanted you dead, kid?
(light gloomy music)
(coughing)
(car revving in distance)
(tense music)
- Swilley.
- Frank.
This guy says he's
been looking for you.
He's from the city.
- Mr. Wilson, I'm
Detective Munce.
You're not an easy man
to find, Mr. Wilson.
- Sometimes when you
can't find a man,
it's 'cause he don't
wanna be found.
You here to arrest me?
- I'm not here to arrest you.
I'm afraid the news I have
is much worse than that.
So you used to be a cop?
I've heard stories.
Real badass whip
got the job done.
(phone ringing)
- [Man] Boss, that kid Chance,
he didn't come into
work last night.
- [Munce] Is that him?
- Yeah.
- I'm sorry.
No parent should ever
outlive their child.
- How did it happen?
- Well they beat
him pretty good.
Then shot him execution style.
- Who?
- We don't have any leads yet.
But I'm all over it.
- Dear Lord, we offer
this prayer today
on behalf of our loved
one, Chance Wilson.
Carry him into your
kingdom with you.
We ask this in Lord
Jesus Christ's name.
Amen.
- God dammit.
(sighs) Frank, I truly am sorry.
- You know, I must,
must have thought
a hundred times
what I could have
done different.
Make it so he didn't
leave the swamp.
- Nah.
He was as strong-willed
as his daddy.
Wasn't ever gonna stop him.
- Excuse me a sec.
Knew my son Chance?
- Not long enough.
I'm the one who found him.
- Frank.
Wilson.
I'm Chance's dad.
- Charlotte.
I'm sorry, I just--
- It's all right.
How'd you know my son?
- I work at a casino.
- Name of the casino?
- It doesn't have a name.
- No name, really?
Chance play cards there?
- Only when he wasn't sleeping.
Playing poker was like his job.
- [Frank] I haven't talked
to my son Chance in years.
- [Charlotte] I know.
- Thank you for coming.
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- I found the kid.
I'm at his apartment
complex right now.
Did some digging,
he was killed the other night.
- What a shame.
Look under every rock.
Do everything you
have to do to find out
who did this to that boy.
I'ma head over to
this charity now.
What a shame.
(tense music)
(clacking)
(ominous music)
(dog barking)
- What you gonna do?
- I need to borrow your truck.
(snorting)
- You know, if Molly
Ann was still alive
you wouldn't be doing this.
- Yeah, I know.
But you know them
city cops, huh, Swill.
They don't give
two shits about us.
- How long has it been
since you shot a man, Frank?
- Been a minute.
- Well that's a duffel bag
full of guns you got there.
What's that for?
- You could call them
negotiation tactics.
- Shit.
- Yeah.
(car starting)
(tense music)
(car honking)
- Boss, this is Karina, the
new supplier I mentioned.
- Listen.
We just got rid of
a lifelong supplier.
And well, I heard a
lot of nice things
about your family.
- My family has been in
business for a while.
I think you should try us.
- Well, volume,
how about volume?
You got a lot of product?
- You know what you want.
- All right, babe.
- Listen.
We're gonna have to
talk about Desmond.
- My son, again.
- Yeah.
(light music)
(ominous music)
- Hey.
Can I top you off?
- [Frank] Yeah.
(door chime ringing)
- [Woman] Frank?
Jesus, you look different.
- And by different,
you mean like shit?
- Your son.
- My son.
- And Molly?
- Moll lived with that
cancer for seven years.
It was her time.
- It just didn't seem right.
- I'm doing this
different now, Ashley.
I'm doing it the right way.
I'm finding out who
did this to my son.
I'ma watch him get
justice served.
- Of course.
- [Frank] You still
work in the DA?
- [Ashley] No, I've got
a private practice now.
- You still have people
in the DA's office?
- [Ashley] Of course.
- [Frank] I'm gonna
talk to an old foreman,
see if I can get
some information.
(whistling)
- [Man] Yo, Jinx is in
the alley waiting for you.
- Oh, there's that
motherfucker. (chuckling)
Look who it fucking is!
I just got the fuck
out of prison, man.
You planted evidence on me.
I did three fucking years.
- I'm sorry to hear it.
- What's that, motherfucker?
- I guess, what I remember
was that you sold
some dirty drugs
to some kids and they all
fucking OD'd and died.
And the jury didn't convict.
- It's a free
country, motherfucker.
(bashing)
Ah, you fucker!
(cracking)
(screaming)
God dammit, fucking ethel!
(bashing)
(bashing)
(clanking)
- No problems here, man.
- [Jinx] Fuck!
- [Frank] Next time I call,
you give me the
information I need.
- [Jinx] Fuck you.
- [Frank] Thanks for nothing.
¶ Look ¶
¶ I'm a rap man, my
bitch a bad one ¶
¶ We be counting up and
fucking till morning ¶
¶ I beat it up ¶
- What's up?
- What's up bro?
- Stay heat right here.
- Yeah.
Oh shit, that's that fight?
- Yeah.
All right.
- All right.
(car honking)
(revving)
Yo.
Hey bro, you better
watch yourself.
What's wrong with you?
Need something to
lighten up, huh?
- Shut your mouth.
- [Hooker] Hey papi,
how are you doing today,
huh?
- Hey baby.
- Hey man, hey man, hey man.
- Two for one again, eh?
- Fuck you man.
- Hey don't walk away,
you pussy.
- Fuck is your problem, man?
- Hey fuck you.
- Fuck you, pussy.
- Fuck that guy.
Fuck you!
- I need a room.
- I got a room down the hall.
I'll get you some fresh sheets.
- What about that kid's room?
The one who got killed.
- What the hell
do you wanna stay
at a murdered kid's room for?
- He's my son.
(low droning music)
(somber music)
- Look, goddamit, I'm leaving.
You can't stop me this time!
- Your mother will
kill me, Chance.
- Yeah, well mine's dead.
So she can't not
forgive shit anymore.
- You watch the way you
talk about your mom, boy.
She's always watching over us.
- Yeah.
Is that why you never had
to put down the bottle?
- That city will change you.
It will get into your
blood like a virus
and eat you alive.
You want that?
- At least it would
turn me into something.
This?
This ain't no life here.
I'm sorry, Dad.
I'm sorry.
(whooshing)
(ominous music)
(gasping)
(phone buzzing)
(hip hop music)
- All right, all right,
you savages wanna hear a joke?
Good one?
Really, you're
gonna like this one.
All right, Sadie, she's in
the old age home, right?
She's got dementia.
She wears this
little tiny nightie
and she goes around
knocking on all the doors
of all the guys that live there
and when they open the door,
she starts pulling up her nighty
going "Super pussy,
super pussy!"
She knocks on
Herschel's door, right?
Herschel answers the door.
She starts pulling
up her nightie,
"Super pussy, super pussy!"
Herschel looks at
her for a second
and he says, "I'll
take the soup."
(men laughing)
It's a good line, "Super Pussy"
- [Man] Haha, good one.
Lighten up man.
(phone ringing)
- [Man] That's actually not bad.
- Hey, shut up,
shut up, shut up.
- Who is this?
(tense music)
Let's try this again.
I'm Chance's father.
Who is this?
(beeping)
- Who was it?
- Nobody.
Fucking deal.
- Oh, goddamn, mmm.
- Right, place the final bets.
Thank you my friends,
now we'll spin this.
¶ You can have it
all, all baby ¶
¶ You can have it
all, all baby ¶
- All right.
Place your final bets.
All right, let's spin.
- I'm writing jail about Chance.
Everything that you know
about him, I need to know.
- He got in pretty
deep playing cards.
He spent money that he
didn't have all the time.
- And you know where he got it?
- Chance wouldn't tell
me anything about that.
I could tell that he was
getting worried though.
Whoever it was, they
started making threats.
- I saw on Chance's phone
some dude, Desmond Packard.
- I've seen him come
in a couple times.
He hangs around sketchy people.
- He won money from that dude?
- He wouldn't tell me.
Listen, I did care about him.
But you didn't know him.
I mean just ask anybody.
You mention Chance's name
and they all have some
bad story about him.
- And you still stayed with him?
- I better go back to work now.
It's great seeing you.
¶ You can have it
all, all baby ¶
¶ You can have it
all, all baby ¶
¶ You can have it
all, all baby ¶
¶ You can have it
all, all baby ¶
(tense music)
- What the fuck?
I think my eyes must be
playing tricks on me.
I hate to sound like a
walking, talking cliche but
I thought you was dead.
- Oh.
Lot of confidence in me, huh?
- What are you drinking?
- [Frank] I'll take
a double vodka.
I do need some information.
- Old habits die hard.
- The name is Desmond Packard.
- Packard, huh?
- [Frank] Yeah.
- He's Augustino
Finn Adair's kid.
Yeah he was the
bastard of some broad
Finn knocked up apparently.
He still goes by her last name.
Now, since she passed,
I guess the kid
wanted to go work
with his daddy.
And you know, Finn,
he's always looking
for a loyal helping
hand, so he agreed.
And he showed him the
ropes like only he could.
- [Frank] Playing the cards?
- He runs a card
game once a week.
The house always wins.
- Can you help me find them?
- (sighs) He hangs
out at the Razor Room
every Thursday night.
Shithole club over
on the west side.
You're not thinking
of walking in there
like you're Dirty
Harry or something,
are you Frank Wilson?
'Cause with your reputation,
it'll be silly of me to
think you wouldn't, right?
- I'm not a cop anymore.
- Once a cop, always a cop.
(lighter clinking)
- [Desmond] How are
the numbers, man?
- Same old, same old.
- How you doing, son?
- [Desmond] Good, Pop.
- All right.
Can I have the usual?
- Yes, sir.
(tense music)
- Give me a minute, bro.
- What's on your mind, Dad?
- I was thinking
about the family.
I was hoping you could
kind of open up to me
and talk to me.
I don't like to really
talk too much about myself
but it seems like
I've done as much as I
possibly can for you.
You know I love you, son.
And I would step in front
of a motherfucking bullet
if I had to.
But I can't really teach
you if you don't listen.
- I do listen.
- Rather than being
stupid and arrogant,
and thinking you're smarter
than everybody else,
I wanted to try to
beg you one last time
to act right.
- I've always given
you respect, Dad.
- Well, we just have
sort of a different way
of living a life.
So I'm gonna say
this one more time.
I would really,
really, highly consider
getting rid of your
criminal friends,
treating people the way
you want to be treated,
bring something
good into this life.
Because we at the crossroads now
and if you make the
wrong decisions,
you gonna fuck up the
rest of your family,
you're gonna end your own life.
- I've done nothing wrong, Dad.
- You got something
to say to me?
- No sir.
I got nothing to say.
- You got nothing?
- No.
Not a thing.
(clinking)
(sighs)
¶ See the flow is so smooth ¶
¶ Holy dope ¶
¶ I was paid she
told you told you ¶
¶ That homie certain ¶
¶ I'm so little blinded bee ¶
¶ These tiny slivers ¶
¶ Would you switch
the finest is it ¶
¶ In IG pictures ¶
- May I help you?
- [Frank] Yeah.
- Anything in particular
you're looking for?
- Desmond.
Packard.
- You need anything?
- Let me have a beer.
- Hey baby.
Why don't you come
sit over here?
- That's it, baby.
(groaning)
(laughing)
- Yeah?
- This cop wants a word.
- Who the fuck are you?
- Desmond Packard.
- One and only, baby.
- You got a problem?
- No.
You got a minute?
- Talk.
- Well, a little bit loud
in here for my old ears so,
- You don't need cops here.
- Thank you, Terrence.
Let's go.
Have fun, daddy's gotta work.
Stay.
You ain't from
around here, are you?
- No.
- So what the fuck you
want to talk about?
- I think you know
my son Chance.
- No, doesn't ring a bell.
- It's weird, 'cause,
I found his phone and
the last number
that was called was
some dude named Desmond.
(tense music)
- A lot of people got my number.
- Well, Mr. Popularity, huh?
- Yeah.
I'm kind of a big deal.
- Hey, Mr. Popular.
You kill my son?
- I don't know
where you're from.
But you should scurry back
there as quickly as possible.
Okay right now
you're in my city.
And there's a good possibility
you're gonna get hurt.
Or even killed.
(bashing)
(groaning)
Oh, motherfucker!
- Thanks for the gun.
- Fuck you, man!
Fuck you!
- The fuck, man?
- What's up?
The fuck?
What is this?
- It's a gun.
I need you to see if
it matches ballistics
on the bullet pulled
from Chance's body.
- Look, you're
not a cop anymore.
You can't keep running
around here acting like one.
- Just pull the fucking
ballistics, please.
- Why'd you quit the force?
- The better question is why
did I join in the first place?
And the answer to that is
I have no fucking idea.
Check for ballistics.
(tense music)
- You called.
What do you want?
- I was wondering.
You get your ass kicked lately?
- Fuck you.
- Fuck you!
I'm afraid to even
ask how he got it.
- [Desmond] Then don't.
- Guy used to be a cop.
He asked me to run
ballistics on it.
- Give me.
- Uh-uh, not so fast.
I mean I could just turn it in.
Evidence alone will
get you 30 years.
If I was you I'd
just get rid of it
before someone else shows up
and takes it from you.
- Anything else, Detective?
- Yeah.
I got a feeling this
guy's not gonna rest
till he gets
justice for his son.
- Yeah, whatever.
Me and the boys can
take care of him.
- Well then you and the
boys might need to know
where he's staying.
- I fucking hate cops.
(revving)
(ticking)
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- Finn.
The kid is in a lot of trouble.
- You sure about that?
- He killed the son of a cop.
- Really?
Let me talk to my people
and I'll get right
back to you here.
Later, cool.
(sighs)
(door creaking)
(tense music)
- Hey man.
I heard what you
said the other day
after you whipped my ass.
Got a story you might
be interested in.
It's at some strip bar,
about a girl named Charlotte.
Yeah, she was looking
to buy some weight,
a lot of it.
Hey man.
Hey!
We square, man?
The fuck?
(tense music)
(car starting)
- [Frank] Charlotte.
- Mr. Wilson?
How do you know where
my parents live?
- Old habits die hard.
Nice place.
You got a minute?
- What did you wanna
talk about, Mr. Wilson?
- You took that money.
You know.
- I didn't mean to.
I loved Chance.
- Well.
Your greed got him killed.
- I didn't mean
for this to happen.
You know what it's like.
I just wanted to
get out of here,
I just wanted to leave this
place and everything forever!
And I was waiting for
things to settle down
but Chance didn't wanna leave.
He was never gonna
leave this place.
Not even for me.
- Well, so it may be here.
- Wait, please!
You have to believe me.
I did love him.
- You loved him?
- I loved him.
- Mistakes.
God knows we all have them.
Tough part, you have
to live with it.
Forever.
I suggest leave town
because if I found you
I wonder who else will.
Good luck, Charlotte.
(door opening and shutting)
- What happened to your face?
You killed that boy.
You killed that poor
fucking young man, Chance.
It's not like I'm dumb
enough to fucking not know.
I tried to get
you to come clean.
- How was I supposed to know?
He's just some junky kid.
He's just a nobody.
- Who the fuck you think
you are making judgements
on who should live
and who should die?
Everybody's somebody.
I know Chance's
father Frank Wilson.
I know him real well.
He's the dirtiest
fucking cop I ever knew
and he was the dirtiest
cop they had on the force.
Now, I might have to figure
out how to deal with this
because he's the
kind of guy where
either he gonna have to die
or we're one to die.
And I'm not fitting
to die for this.
- We'll take care of it.
We know where he's staying.
I'll put a bullet
in his fucking head.
- You will take
care of it for me?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
I feel like I'm talking
to a retarded child.
Don't do nothing.
- He took my gun.
Did this to my face.
What do you want me to do?
- I need time to
think about this.
You don't do nothing.
Don't do fucking nothing.
(door shutting)
(ticking)
(ominous music)
- Dad!
Dad!
Help me!
(coughing)
(tense music)
- My wife's gonna
kill me if I get shot.
- I'll turn her
into a widow myself
if you don't shut the fuck up.
- We keep following
you, we're all dead.
- Are you getting this?
- This asshole.
All right.
- Clear.
- Come on.
- Clear.
Get in there.
- Take it.
- Clear!
Clear.
- Shit, he's not here.
Dammit!
He's not fucking here.
- Now where the fuck is he?
- Well he ain't here so let's
get the hell out of here.
- Well we got to
get a fucking clue
to find out where this guy is.
He's hunting me in
my own fucking city.
(crashing in distance)
- What the fuck is that?
- The fuck?
(car honking and alarm sounding)
My fucking car!
(bird chirping)
- What's up, man?
- I figure I'd stop
by, check on you.
Make sure you're all right.
- Courtesy check?
Fuck wouldn't I be all right?
- Well I heard
about the incident.
- Incident.
- The incident with the car.
- I heard some sirens,
some shit like that.
What happened?
- It was right out in front.
His car, on fire.
- Well, shit.
Guess that's why they call it
theme park for outlaws, right?
- [Munce] Right.
- [Frank] Get those
test results back yet?
- Test results?
- Ballistics, Detective.
- Oh yeah, no.
Yeah, that takes a while.
You know, backed
up and everything.
But you'll be the first to know.
You're not going
anywhere, are you?
- I'm gonna head home.
- Really?
- Well there's not shit
here for me, is there?
- Right.
Gimme a call in a couple
days for those test results.
(tense music)
- Hmm.
- So I spoke with the Special
Investigation Division.
Thank you so much.
And you were right.
They have no record
of the bullet
or the gun that you gave Munce.
I mean, what the hell does
Munce have to do with this?
What are you gonna do?
- I need to shit.
Gonna go home.
- What?
- Look.
They already came after me once.
They'll probably
come after me again.
Now if I'm at my house,
that's self-defense.
(tense music)
(door creaking)
- The hell you
doing in my house?!
- Your name Swilley?
- That's what they
call me, yeah.
- Where is Frank Wilson?
(tense music)
(guns cocking)
(gun firing)
(intense music)
(gun cocking)
(gun cocking)
- Oh shit.
(gun firing)
(screaming)
(gun cocking)
- No, no.
No, wait, wait.
No, no, wait, no!
Wait, wait.
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
- [Man] Got him.
- [Desmond] Are
you fucking sure?
- [Man] Yeah I'm sure, man,
let's get out of here, come on.
- I wanna know that
motherfucker's dead.
- He's dead, I killed him.
- Attaboy, get in
the fucking car.
Fuck you, bitch!
(heartbeat pulsing)
(bashing)
- Help me!
(gun firing)
(somber music)
- He doesn't look very good.
- I'm Detective Munce.
I'm with the police department.
- Ashley Millet.
- Yeah, I'm in charge
of the investigation
involving Mr. Wilson's son.
- What can we do
for you, Detective?
- Well I heard he was injured.
Figured I'd come by and
ask him a few questions.
- Does he look like
he's in the place
to answer goddamn
questions to you?
- You guys see anything?
- No.
I heard a shotgun blast.
Got somebody to help me
drag him out the water
and call 911.
We flew him here to
this goddamn place,
middle of the city.
The last place he
wanna die on the globe
if he had his choice.
- You have any idea who
might have wanted to do this?
- Oh, I thought that was
your department, Detective.
Course it could have
been anybody these days.
World's going to
hell in a handbasket.
- Right.
Well, you have a way I
can get in touch with you?
- Yeah.
Here you go.
- Have Mr. Wilson give me a call
as soon as he wakes up.
- Okay, will do.
- I don't like that fellow.
- So?
He's still breathing?
- Barely.
He's with that fucking
swamp rat of his.
He said he didn't get
a good look at you
but he's obviously lying.
And they're not alone.
- Ashley Millet,
attorney-at-law.
So who's this bitch?
- Seems like your
problems keep multiplying
with water, Gizmo.
- Gizmo?
- Gremlins, it's
a fucking movie.
Watch it.
It's a classic.
- You wanted to talk to me?
- I'm tired of telling
you over and over
and over again the same
motherfucking thing.
And it break my heart boy
to have to talk
to you like this,
you a grown man.
What happened to you, boy?
You treat us all like this.
You put us all in harm's way.
And you cross the line.
If you had a soul, I feel
like it's unretrievable.
You lost that the day
you killed that boy.
I don't mind if you
had to kill somebody.
But not like that.
- At least I do my own killing.
And I like it.
- You're no longer my son.
- Hey you were
never a real father.
You just pose like one.
- You're gonna have
to go on the road now.
- I did the best I could
to be what you wanted.
- You could have fooled me.
- It's never good enough.
Not for you.
- You got precious
little time, son.
People are coming for you.
And I don't wanna watch you die.
- If he's coming for me,
I'm gonna kill him first.
- Get on up the road, boy.
- You got it.
Watch your back.
(snapping)
(tense music)
The old man doesn't
have what it takes
to run the business anymore.
I need you to talk
to your supplier,
plan out how to get
with the new boss.
- You got it, boss.
- I'm serious, you go.
You have work to do.
Those fish ain't gonna
catch themselves.
- Are you sure?
- I'm sure.
You've done enough already.
You're a good friend, Swilley.
- Well, if he
comes to his senses
and if you need
anything, you call me.
And I do mean
anything, all right?
- Okay, I will.
I'll take good care of him.
Bye.
- Now I need you to
do something for me.
Desmond and I have
a little something
that needs shipping we
need you to send over.
Not a word to the boss.
Don't even talk about
this conversation
with Desmond, you understand?
- (chuckles) If the
price is right, I do.
- Just you and me, yeah?
You got it?
You like money?
- Who doesn't?
- The price will be right.
Deal?
- Deal.
- All right.
(groaning)
(clears throat)
(door creaking)
(lighter clicking)
- You want something, boy?
- Boo.
I gotta say, I'm impressed.
I never thought
two old hillbillies
would be so hard to snuff.
- You hurt one of us,
you fight all of us.
That's what family does.
- Wow.
Ain't that some heroic shit.
- Oh no, thank you.
- What, you worried
it's gonna kill you?
- I was born dying, no.
I've been waiting all my life.
You just gave me a reason.
- Wow.
That is a depressing
outlook, old man.
- No, not if you use it to
make the most of
the time you got.
- Is that what you've
been doing out here
in this shit shack?
- I wouldn't expect your city
ass to understand. (chuckles)
- The woman.
Who is she, what does she know?
- Just an old friend of Frank's.
She ain't involved in this.
- How about you?
Do you talk to the cops?
- People out here, we
don't talk to no police.
There's a problem, we
settle it ourselves.
Sort of a tradition.
- You know I got some
traditions of my own
I can show you?
- You gonna shoot me
or bore me to death?
I got family up
there waiting on me
up there where I'm gonna go.
So I don't need to
listen to a little boy
trying to sound like a man
when he's just a piece of shit
wrapped in human skin.
(tense music)
(clacking)
(gun firing)
(birds chirping)
(tense music)
(phone buzzing)
- Yeah, I'm at the bar.
- Drinking on the
job, Detective?
- You know an
officer that doesn't?
We work at one of the toughest
cities in the country.
- Oh, it ain't no Chicago.
- Surprised your boys
haven't taken care
of this guy yet.
- Yeah, look.
You know what you do when
you get an itch, right?
- Scratch it?
- You rub it out.
Consider it a donation
from Tino Finn Adair
and Desmond Packard.
Get it done.
- Piece of shit.
- Would you like another?
- Just give me the bottle.
No, just give me the bottle.
The bottle, the bottle,
I'll take the bottle.
(tense music)
- Frank.
- Mmm.
Oh my god.
Hey.
I'm in the hospital?
- Yeah.
- Great.
Where's Swilley?
- He's fine, he
went back to work.
He was here all night.
- Okay, I'm gonna need
to get out of here.
- Oh no, no, no.
You stay, you have to rest.
You stay.
(phone ringing)
Hold on a sec.
Hello?
What?
- What do you mean what?
I need to borrow your car again.
- What happened with you
just wanting some answers?
- He's all I had left, Ash.
- You have to stop blaming
yourself for everything, Frank.
Even Swilley would
tell you that.
- Swilley's not here to tell
me anything anymore, is he?
And I'll stop blaming myself
when I stop being the cause.
(door shutting)
(tense music)
(beeping)
- Yo Frank, we need to
have a conversation.
(bashing)
(thudding)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- [Munce] Miss Millet?
This is Detective Munce.
- Yes?
- I'm looking for Mr. Wilson.
I heard he was released
from the hospital
and I have those
ballistics results
he was asking about.
- And so what did it say?
- I can't give up any more
information on the phone.
But have you seen him?
Or maybe you know where he's at?
- It's your lucky
day, I'm right here.
- Frank?
Listen.
Yeah I got those
ballistics results.
I could be by Chance's
apartment in a couple of hours.
Why don't you meet me there?
- See you then.
(car starting)
- [Ashley] Like I
said, the DA's office
will leave your son's name
off the report for the robbery.
But they need something
on Augustino Finn Adair.
It's the only way.
- Yeah.
Goodbye.
- Just be careful.
- I wish you the best, okay?
(siren sounding in distance)
(tense music)
How long has it been?
- How long has what been?
- Since you've been
on the take, Munce.
I got this off one of your boys
who tried to kill
me at the hospital.
- What are you, a fucking saint?
Don't act so goddamn righteous!
- Motherfucker, I've
never been called that.
Yeah.
I've corrupted evidence, lied,
killed motherfuckers because
I knew they were guilty.
And I did all that to make
sure I got the job done right.
This ends tonight.
You, Desmond, Finn,
all going down
one way or another.
- 48 fucking thousand
dollars a year!
That's what they think
my life is worth.
I happen to think it's
worth a little more.
(bashing)
(gun firing)
You shot me.
- This motherfucker.
(lighter clinking)
(phone chiming)
- Now I need you to
do something for me.
Desmond and I have a little
something that needs shipment
we need you to send over.
Not a word to the boss.
Don't even talk about
this conversation
with Desmond, you understand?
- [Karina] If the
price is right, I do.
- [Man] Just you and me, yeah?
You got it?
You like money?
- [Karina] Who doesn't?
- [Man] The price
will be right, deal?
- [Karina] Deal.
- What the fuck is this?
- Yo, boss.
- You been running
around behind my back
with my boy!
- What are you talking about?
- Shut the fuck up!
Don't say a
motherfucking word to me!
These the same gangsters
that you pulled off
the heist with where
the money disappeared?
And then y'all kill Chance.
Y'all wanna be a gangster?
(gun firing)
That's part of the life, bitch.
(tense music)
(bashing)
(gun firing)
(groaning)
- Other way.
Look at me.
(gun firing)
(zipping)
(panting)
- How you doing, Frank?
I've been waiting for you.
(clinking)
You being here, I know my son,
he dead because of you.
So now here we are.
Here we are.
Way I look at it,
you killed your son.
You abandoned him.
He was on the street.
I gave him a house.
I gave him a job,
I gave him food.
When he passed, I'm the
one who told all my people
I wanna do anything
and everything I can
to find out who did it
and bring them to justice.
But I'm not fitting to
kill you because of my son.
I'm gonna kill you
because of who you are
and what you are.
The world will be a lot
better place without you.
(bashing)
(groaning)
(bashing)
(laughing)
(gun firing)
Yeah, spend the rest
of your life in jail
knowing I put you there.
(sirens sounding)
(tense music)
- Wait.
Wait.
Please, please.
(gun firing)
¶ Broke nigger slicing
on the ground ¶
¶ I cracked the grin ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ My ex posted pictures
of her new man ¶
¶ So I smashed the friend ¶
¶ I was being petty ¶
¶ So fascinated
with doing it be ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ Kicked him out of the section
made room for the chicks ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ So many hos in the crowd ¶
¶ Gave us some
coke and a smile ¶
¶ This weed we smoking so loud ¶
¶ So high I hope we come down ¶
¶ I done ran a man's up and ¶
¶ You straight we turnt ¶
¶ And to snap back
the supreme shirt ¶
¶ Celebrate the money
that the team earned ¶
¶ Stand too tall and
get your wave burnt ¶
¶ We're just walking
like it's January first ¶
¶ I been there nigger
do your research ¶
¶ Couple cornrows go
grill to the label ¶
¶ Im'a need a whole meal 'cause
your rap is just dessert ¶
¶ Started from the bottom
like I'm putting pants on ¶
¶ Now we spilling
champagne on the Samsung ¶
¶ I don't make trap
music or dance songs ¶
¶ Just a bunch of otherside
hitters lean your fans on ¶
¶ 'cause everyday I see ¶
¶ Broke niggers
slicing on the ground ¶
¶ I cracked a grin,
I'm just being petty ¶
¶ My ex posted
pictures of a new man ¶
¶ So I smashed the friend ¶
¶ I was being petty ¶
¶ So fascinated
with doing a be ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ Kicked him out of my section
made room for the chicks ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ So many hos in the crowd ¶
¶ Gave us some
coke and a smile ¶
¶ This weed we smoking so loud ¶
¶ So high I hope we come down ¶
¶ I done run a mans up ¶
¶ Ain't nothing
they can tell me ¶
¶ I was being patient,
y'all was being petty ¶
¶ Now we bout to pack ¶
¶ Fuckers in confetti ¶
¶ I'm a rich nigger
steal good nigger ¶
¶ Rob them just being petty ¶
¶ Niggers act like they
want that smoke with me ¶
¶ But they ain't ready ¶
¶ Yeah nigga what's up ¶
¶ When they say
they gon pull up ¶
¶ We'd be standing round
waiting with the 30s ¶
¶ Fuck taking so long ¶
¶ I done did so much dirt ¶
¶ I ain't even got to
get my hands dirty ¶
¶ That bitch be
all in your house ¶
¶ I done been all in her mouth ¶
¶ 'cause that what
this shit all about ¶
¶ This petty shit
gotta stop boy ¶
¶ Don't make me get at you ¶
¶ Hit at you, slap
the shit at you ¶
¶ Her pussy so good she got
you tripping through the hood ¶
¶ But she ain't into you ¶
¶ She pretending to
fuck with you hard ¶
¶ So you could blow the bag ¶
¶ What kind of bitch wouldn't ¶
¶ Broke nigga slicing
on the ground ¶
¶ I cracked a grin ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ My ex posted pictures
of her new man ¶
¶ So I smashed the friend ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ So fascinated
with doing the be ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ Kicked him out of my section
made room for the chicks ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ So many hos in the crowd ¶
¶ Gave us some
coke and a smile ¶
¶ This weed be smoking so loud ¶
¶ So high I hope we come down ¶
¶ I done run a mans up ¶
¶ Ain't nothing
they can tell me ¶
¶ I was being patient
ya'll was being petty ¶
¶ Now we bout to pack ¶
¶ These fuckers in confetti ¶
¶ Roll up a joint and
won't pass it to no one ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ Fuck in the night
in the morning time ¶
¶ I pay for the telly ¶
¶ Stinging like an only child ¶
¶ Let my holy down,
spend a couple thou ¶
¶ For a pack of loud ¶
¶ Nigger I will front
and you will back ¶
¶ And down down down down ¶
¶ This is a party to me ¶
¶ Licking my roof ¶
¶ Like dammit so hard to me ¶
¶ I sold the bass like I
were part of the beat ¶
¶ Fuck you and all
of the sheets yeah ¶
¶ I want the world with
them plastic bags ¶
¶ I stuff them, they ready ¶
¶ I treat them like bailing
my folks in the cell ¶
¶ I still gotta sell it, hello ¶
¶ Broke nigger slicing
on the ground ¶
¶ I cracked a grin ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ My ex posted pictures
of her new man ¶
¶ So I smashed a friend ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ So fascinated if doing it be ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ Kicked him out of my section
made room for the chicks ¶
¶ I'm just being petty ¶
¶ So many hos in the crowd ¶
¶ Gave us some
coke and a smile ¶
¶ This weed we smoking so loud ¶
¶ So high I hope we come down ¶
¶ I done ran a mans up ¶
¶ Ain't nothing
they can tell me ¶
¶ I was being patient
ya'll was being petty ¶
¶ Now we bout to pack ¶
¶ These fuckers in confetti ¶
(tense music)