Double Crossed (2010) - full transcript

- Any sign of the target yet?

That's negative.

- Same here.

- We're cuttin' it close.

- Coast is still clear.

Any sign yet?

- Negative.

- Somethin's not right.

Oh, wait, I think I see him.

- Where?

- Target 50 yards away at two o'clock.



- Target's in focus.

Are you gonna take the shot?

- No.

Not yet.

- Hey.

Hey, I was just callin' to let you know

I was gonna be out

on the streets a little while longer.

- Okay.

I miss you.

Can't wait to see you.

- I miss you too, is Brianna there?

Bree, Daddy wants
to talk to you, sweetie.

- Hi, Daddy.



- Hey, sweetie.

- Where are you?

- Daddy's out runnin'
some errands right now.

- Okay, love you.

- I love you too, bootie.

I can't wait to see you.

- I'll be home soon.

- Here's Mom.

- Get here soon, babe.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

- Bye bye.
- I'm takin' the shot.

Shit!

He's going down the alley.

Got him!

- Man, who sent y'all?

Fuck!

Come on.

Whatever they paid you,
I'll pay you double!

- In the nuts, Jazz?

Really?

- You know how I feel about men.

- Dixie, where y'all at?

- Right behind you.

What the fuck is this?

Come on, let's go, now!

- What is wrong with this bitch?

- Princess, let's go, now.

♫ Yeah

♫ Yeah, heh

♫ Yo, what up, Ireland

♫ I think I like this one

♫ Ha ha, huh

♫ It's your boy Fox Stylz

♫ I think that girl over
there got a little somethin'

♫ She wanna show you, homie

♫ Ha ha, why you

♫ Downin' shots all alone, lone

♫ Huh, trawlin' up in the song

♫ Don't wander too far

♫ She shoot like a star

♫ 'Cause I don't look far

♫ Lemme get along, lemme get along

♫ Lemme get along, lemme get along

♫ Just makin' love

♫ Take me where I need to go

♫ Lemme get along, lemme get along

♫ Lemme get along, lemme get along

♫ Makin' love

♫ Take me, take me

♫ She's outta control

♫ She's outta control

♫ Callin' me to the phone

♫ And I can't say no

♫ She's out on the floor

♫ She's outta control

♫ Take me where I need to go

♫ Da da da da da

♫ No

♫ Da da da, da da da da

♫ Come on, all eyes on you now, now

♫ Take it

♫ Looks like you run us down

♫ Over the town

♫ No it wasn't just me

♫ No one's better than me

♫ Ride a Louie on me

♫ Lemme get along, lemme get along

♫ Lemme get along, lemme get along

♫ Just makin' love

♫ Take me where I need to go

♫ Lemme get along, lemme get along

♫ Lemme get along, lemme get along

♫ Just makin' love

♫ Take me, take me

♫ Come on

♫ She's outta control

♫ She's outta

- Yes, indeed.

Listen, this is like
taking candy from a baby.

I'm up 1.5 million dollars!

- Hey, we've got a skilled
player in Mr. Collins!

You gotta tell him.

- I can't get a hand to save my life here.

Who the fuck is this guy?
- Just a wise guy,

I picked up down the street.

Wise guy, huh?

Oh, that's what I am, Carlos?

- Luck, my friend, like the wind,

can always change.
- Okay.

All right, why don't you
just deal another hand,

we'll see how it change.

It's not over yet, buddy.

- Yeah.

So keep playing.

- I'll keep playin' all right.

You sure you want me to keep playin'?

I keep playin', I keep winnin'.

- Be honest, Mr. Collins,

Are you always that cocky?

- You call it cocky,

I call it confidence.

- Confidence will lead
you to danger, buddy.

- Hey, we tryin' to play a game here.

Trouble in paradise?

Not your concern, buddy.

- Oh, I'm not concerned, I
just don't want you to have

any excuses when I whoop your
ass, take all your money.

- Why don't you stop clowning?

It's not over yet.

Go.

- Gentlemen, how's the whiskey?

Go give Mr. Han another whiskey.

Give me another one.

- Wanna play?
- Yeah.

Deal us one, baby.
- It's not over yet.

- Whoa whoa whoa whoa,
wait wait wait wait wait,

what are y'all, cheatin' on me now?

Sendin' signals and shit?

- Far from it, Mr. Collins.

Carlos and I, we just
closed a lucrative deal

that has nothing to do
with you.

I can't get a decent hand

around here.

- I'm sorry to hear that, Frank.

But you know what, guys?

It's been fun, but, you
know, I got to roll.

I gotta go pick out my Phantom.

- Hey, pal.
- Yeah.

- You leavin'?
- Yeah.

- We can't get our money back?

I got to roll, baby,

there's a few little
chips, get you some gas,

there you go, get your little daughter

some little flowers or somethin'.

- It's double or nothing.

- You know that's 1.5 million dollars?

That's three million dollars, Carlos.

- Tell you what, Mr. Black Phantom.

Before you go and do all this shopping,

do you wanna be professional?

I'll let you be professional.

You know some of us came from nothing

and became somebody.

In my line of business I saw
a lot of characters like you.

You think you're a big shot now, huh?

All right.

I'll let you be a big shot.

So why don't you set the
whole bullshit in play?

- That's a lot of money, Carlos.

If I win, I'm gonna come collect.

- Nate, Nate, Nate.

Go fuck a bowl bigger than your head, huh?

- Confucius, he say,

"Fool stay in,

"when wise men fear to bet."

Me too.

- Mr. Collins.

You get serious when next we meet.

Oh, sure.

Carlos, Carlos, Carlos.

See you in a week, my friend.

- I'm expecting you.

Frankie.

- This just got very interesting.

I'll see you in a week as well.

Why can't we talk business?

- Frankie, have a safe
flight to Atlantic City, huh?

Say hello to everybody.

Don't lock the gates.

Boss is gonna love this one.

- Is that the deposit?

- Yes.

50 grand now.

The rest after the job is done.

Fuck!

Why did she lie to me?

No one can accuse me of beating her badly.

- Mr. Han, if you don't mind me askin'.

How much money did she take from you?

- Nearly one million.

In less than two years.

And the bitch even stole
my stash of cocaine

to feed her monstrous habit!

- There you go.

That's more than enough right there.

- Exactly!

So just do the job cleanly.

You understand?

I don't want no shit traced back to me!

- Mr. Han.

I assure you nothin's
gonna come back to you.

All I need you to do,

is just go about your business.

Make sure you're seen out with others.

Just in case you need a
alibi, if it comes to that.

Hey, you leave the rest to me.

This bitch ain't takin'
nobody else's money.

- Thank you.

Good man.

- Damn, she fucked him up.

Hey, baby,
make yourself a drink.

I'll be right out.

Daddy.

Who are you?

Where's Freddie?

- Fred couldn't make it.

So I'm here to take you out.

- We weren't planning on going out.

- Hmm, Alexya Benjamin?

You have some powder on your nose.

Which is why I'm here.

You owe Mr. Han for that nose habit.

- What does he want, huh?

What?

- Another time, another place.

I'm sorry.

Business is business.

- Come on, Donnie, man, let me outta here.

- You want me to let you outta here?

Do I look like I have a death wish?

- Look, I can go get his money.

I can have his money in a day.

- You tell him that.

Get him outta
here, call Charlie.

Charlie!

- Look, Carlos, I was robbed.

Those fools set me up.

- You went to Compton by yourself.

You asked to get robbed.

- I didn't ask.
- You asked to get robbed.

- I just panicked, that's all.

Look, they were a new
connection from San Diego.

Word on the street was, they
had the best shit in town.

I had to make the deal.

- You know, Ramon, this story adds up.

You're probably the dumbest
cabron in the world,

but if you've fuckin' lied to me,

and I hope you don't lie to me.

- Uncle Carlos, I wouldn't lie to you.

I would never lie to you, just,

Just give me one more shot.

I...

Look, Tio, just give
me one more day, I can,

I can come up with the
whole $250,000 dollars.

All right?

I mean, you're my uncle.

I'm your nephew, we're family!

I'm your--

- He saved your fuckin' life

because you are my fuckin' family.

So I'll give you 24 hours
to get my fuckin' money.

Don't eat, don't shit,
don't fuckin' take a shower.

Don't fuck with me.

You got 24 hours.

- Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Go!

- What's up, ladies?

- Who's that?

Looks like Nate.

Hey, sexy.
- Hello, babe.

Good job on the hit yesterday.

- Don't we always come through?

- Yeah, when y'all ain't fighting.

- Whatever.

Where you just gettin' from?

Damn!
- What the fuck, Nate?

What the fuck's
wrong with this dude?

- The Alexya Benjamin hit.

- I thought that was our target.

- It was.

I got word she was 'bout to skip town.

And I know Jazz has a
problem takin' out women,

so I took care of it myself.

This man has gotta be
known for handlin' business

when it come time to handle business.

Other than that, might just
end up goin' someplace else.

Come on, baby.

- That didn't take much.

- What's it gonna take for you?

- A whole lot.

- Why you always give me shit?

- 'Cause it's true.

All right, guys, um...

You guys just wait out here, all right?

Mr. Han, he doesn't know you guys uh...

I'll have to go in here by myself

and take care of this.

All right, you guys just sit
tight, I'll be right back.

- We'll be here.

All right.

- Mai Ling.

- What are you doing here, Ramon?

We're very busy right now.

- Look, I need to talk to Mr. Han.

- He's not here, Ramon.

- I'm here to spend some
serious money, Mai Ling.

If you don't want--
- Wait.

Just a minute.

Ramon says he wants to
make a large purchase.

I said Mr. Han wasn't here.

What do you want to do?

- Let him in.

What's up, Ramon?

- With all due respect,
I'm here to see Mr. Han.

- You wanna buy more nose candy?

- I don't think so.

Kwan!

Look,

I want the money and the drugs now!

- What are you gonna do?

Kill him?

- I'll do it!

Goddammit I'll do it!

- Do it, Ramon, kill him.

- Fuck you, bitch, you
don't think I'll do it?

- Stop talking and just do it.

- Look, I'm gonna give you one more chance

to give me the dope and the money.

- No need to give us chances.

Just pull the trigger.

Ramon, Ramon.

What am I gonna do with you?

Don't you know?

You don't bite the hand that feeds you.

- You think Carlos sent him?

- No.

This isn't his style.

Get him outta here.

Take him back to Carlos.

Mai Ling!

Take the scenic route.

- Let's go.

- It's like, man, it was,

you should've seen this body on this--

- Hey, hey.

What are they doin' with Ramon, man?

- I don't know, but we gotta go help him.

Okay, you take the chick,

I'll take the guy.

Hey, watch out for the gun.

All right, let's go.

Hey.

Ah, shit!

Kwan!

- Watch out, behind you!

- Freeze, bitch.

Don't move.

Don't even think about it.

Get over here, untie me.

- Get down, on the ground.

- Come on, let's go.
- Let's go!

Mm.

Wow.

What, now?

- All right.

Jen, it's Jen, I don't know.

But I'll, I'll just deal with it tomorrow.

What?

- You know I love you, right?

- Of course, David.

- You know I can't lose you, right?

Come on, you're being silly.

I want you to relax.
- All right.

And I'll do
all the work.

- Okay.

What the fuck?

- It's--
- Sally, from who?

It's obviously important.

Right?

She knows what we do about
this time of the night.

So like, she, she wants in on it.

That's what it is.

- You're being stupid.
- Yeah, I'm being stupid.

- If you wanna be like
that, maybe we should just

have sex another night.

Hmm?
- That's fine.

- Okay, great.
- That's fine.

I'll get out my Penthouse collection.

Fuck it.

Fuckin' A.

- Hey, honey.

- Oh, don't honey me, where are you?

I been trying to reach you for an hour.

- I'm goin' on my jog.

- What are you doing
jogging at a time like this?

Your daughter's recital is in an hour.

Look, I'll be there, okay?

Don't worry about it.
- Don't worry about it.

What do you mean, don't worry about it?

This is the third time
you've done this, Summer,

it's getting ridiculous.

Look, I'm your lover, not your babysitter.

- Look, I don't need you
telling me what to do.

It's ridiculous, okay?

I'm going on my jog,
and then I'll be there.

God, you're starting to
sound like my husband.

- Whatever.

Let's just hope your husband

doesn't find out about me and you

and that our affair
continues to remain a secret.

- You know it's nothing.

- Yeah, let's hope not.

Look, just get here as
soon as you can, okay?

She keeps asking if you're coming.

- Jeff, stop worrying.

- Summer, you better not
let this girl down again.

- I won't, all right?

- Well is she coming?

- Well I tried to get her to come here

several times now.
- Well that sucks,

because I feel like she
doesn't even care about me.

Don't worry about it, Chrystal.

I'll do what I can do to get
her to come here now, okay?

- Thanks, Jeff, I need to get to class.

All right.

Wow, it sure is beautiful here.

You see her yet?

- No, not yet.

- Wait.

I think I see her.

Yep, affirmative, target's name is Summer.

Dixie, she's headed your way.

- Yeah, I see Blondie.

Sure is tall.

- Yeah, she a fine-ass Amazon bitch.

- Really?
- Oh, my bad.

- Excuse me, hi.

Um, is your husband's name David?

- Uh, who wants to know?

Who are you?

What's goin' on here?

- Your husband wants to see you.

Help me!

- That wasn't Jen on the phone.

I love you, baby.

I'll always love you.

Hey come on, don't get weepy.

- Do it.

Please, no!

- Yo.

What are you doin'?

Come on.

- David, let me go!
- I don't do girls.

Man, I kinda liked her.

- Sorry, Blondie.

It's just not your day.

- Thanks.

I just wanted to teach
her a lesson, but uh--

- I guess you did.

- Well something's missing.

- Hey, look, I can't help you there, bro.

I'm not Dr. Phil.

I'm just here to do a job.

- Maybe I should have killed
her boyfriend instead.

How much to kill that bastard?

- Same price.

- And watch?

- You want to watch?

That's double, bro.

- Yeah, all right, give me a couple weeks.

- All right, you know how to reach me.

- Yeah, sure thing.

- What kind of sick fuck wants to watch?

- Sick fuck.
- Sick fuck that pays double.

Torch that motherfucker.

My pleazh.

- Ooh, she's pissed.

- Look like you in trouble tonight.

- No, she'll be all right,
she's just a little jelly.

- Ramon.

You missed the family dinner.

Where've you been?

No!

- Now see, it took
three guys to catch you.

Not one, not two, three guys.

- Carlos,

look.

I swear, man, I just need one more day.

I'll have the whole $250,000 dollars.

Uncle Carlos, please.

- It's not about the money right now.

What the fuck you think you are?

- Carlos--
- Shut up!

- We're family!
- Shut up!

You do that to me, to me?

- My mom and you are
brothers and sisters, man.

- I fuckin' get your
mother anything I can.

You mess up with me.

I can make
this right, Uncle Carlos.

- Exactly!

I'm gonna make it right.

Shoot him!

- Wait a minute!

- Damn.

Other than the waterworks,
you still look good.

I can't believe I left you.

- I think I left you.

- Oh damn, you're right.

It's been five years.

What you need, Christine?

- It's Larry.

I want him dead.

- You mean Larry, your
boss at the strip club?

That Larry?

I thought you liked it over there.

- I did, but Larry's
got some new girls now

and he's been cuttin' my hours.

And then he started fucking
this little Persian bitch

who he's been featuring for months.

And then, to make matters worse,

when I started complaining,
he started hitting me.

- That motherfucker hit you?

- I just want him dead, Nate.

- Listen to me.
- I know you can do it for me.

- Didn't I teach you how to
handle this shit yourself, huh?

Motherfucker hit you?

- Don't think I haven't
thought about that,

I just don't want it to lead back to me.

- Okay, all right, well then listen.

Why don't you sleep on this, okay?

'Cause you're very emotional.

I mean, come on,

you said you loved this guy!
- No.

No, Nate.

You don't understand, he has to go.

- How often does he hit you?

Every day.

Thank you.

- I promise you he won't hit you again.

Hello, Dixie.

I got a job for you.

- Wait, wait, wait!

Please hold the elevator.

Thank you.

Thank you, these elevators are so slow,

I would hate to wait for another one.

- No problem, sexy.

Nice eyes.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.
- Larry Wayne, right?

- Right.

How'd you know my name?

Motherfuck!

- Come on, stab him!

Stab him!

- I can't breathe!

- Break his neck.

- Yeah.
- What's up, man?

- Who is this?

- It's Nate.

- What the fuck you want?

- I want my money, motherfucker,
that's what I want.

- I owed you money?

No no no, you got it wrong.

You owe me the money, remember that?

You lost.

- Oh, I got your money?

Stop playin' fuckin'
games, I want my money.

- Listen to me very
carefully, you fuckin' monkey.

When I'm fuckin' finished,

you gonna dance the cha-cha-cha

on the fuckin' coconut
tree back to Africa.

Listen very careful.

I want my money in fuckin' 24 hours.

- Carlos.

Carlos, Carlos, Carlos.

Lemme explain somethin' to you.

I gave you a week deadline.

I usually give motherfuckers two days.

Now is any kind of way for
us to start a relationship?

You gave me a week's?

You give me a week's?

I start you in this business,

you ain't start me!

- Fucking coffee-bean
pickin' motherfucker.

You and all your little burrito friends.

Bring them motherfuckers

all right, I got bitches
that could whoop your ass.

Lemme tell you somethin',
if don't get my money.

I'm gonna send my bitches to Mexico

and I'm gonna have them search
every fuckin' graveyard,

and dig up your fuckin' grandmother,

and then I'm gonna bring her back here

and I'm gonna fuck her carcass.

You understand me?

I want my fuckin' money, you pice of shit.

- I'll tell you what, motherfucker.

I'm comin' after you.

And I'm coming with everything I have.

Everything, just to fuckin' show you

that I'm fuckin' around.

Because guess what?

This is not about the money anymore.

This is personal.

This is fuckin' personal.

Get ready, motherfucker, I'm on my way.

Adios.

Donnie!

- Dixie, Jazzy, Angel, come here!

- What's up, Nate?

- What's up?

- We have a problem.

What's the problem?

We have a situation
that needs to be addressed.

- What's the situation?

- The situation is Mr. Carlos Enrique.

- That dude you won a poker
game against last week?

- Yeah, that's right.

I gave that motherfucker a
deadline to pay me my money.

And now the deadline's passed,

and he's refusin' to pay.

- Yep, that is a problem.
- Exactly.

It's a problem that needs to be addressed,

fast, quick, and hard.

- Carlos Enrique is the head
of the Las Vegas Mexican mafia.

That's a big problem.

- Yeah, well it's not a problem
too big for you guys, right?

- No.

- No, we're good.

- Damn right.

Fuck Charlie, I got my own angels.

All right, here's what you're gonna do.

I want you to go over to Carlos's spot,

I want you to collect my money,

then I want you to kill the bastard.

And that'll send a clear message

to anybody else out there

that Nate Hitman Collins
is not to be fucked with

when it comes to my money.

We together?

- We got you.

But no Princess this time.

- Yeah, she's coolin' off.

I can't work with her.

- All right, all right,
I heard it already.

I heard she freaked out on that last hit.

I'll have a talk with her.

- Speak of the devil.

I'll handle it.

- You want a drink, Nate?

- Yeah, make it a double.

- Someone's goin' to the club tonight.

I'm about to hit the Jacuzzi, you comin'?

- You think I'm gonna let
all that sexy go to waste?

- Yo, Princess, lemme holler at you.

What's up, baby?

I been trying to teach you
this business now for a year.

Girls tell me you fallin'
apart out there, what's up?

- I know, I know.

I'm sorry, Nate, it's ju-...

I don't have that killer
instinct, you know?

It's just not in me.

- It's all right, don't worry about it.

I mean this shit ain't like
workin' at a supermarket.

I mean, it ain't for everybody.

But I'm not lettin' you
go, so what you wanna do?

You wanna work in the office?

- I just want to go home.

I miss my family.

I've seen shit that makes
me sick to my stomach, Nate.

You know I won't talk.

I just...

I wanna go back to my old life.

I hope you understand.

- You know what?

You don't have to explain to me.

I'm leavin' now, I'm headed for a job.

I appreciate your honesty,

your loyalty,

and your smile.

And you know what?

I'm gonna take you there by myself.

And since you have been real good to me,

you have nothin' to worry about.

So why don't you go in there

and party a little bit?

Hop in the Jacuzzi.

No point in lettin' that
bathin' suit go to waste, right?

Deal?

And you know what?

I'm gonna make you party.

- Okay.

I'll see you.

- Damn, that's a weak bitch.

- So what's goin' on on Thursday?

- Thursday, Thursday.

- Thursday, we got shipment
that's supposed to come--

- Oh, right.
- Tijuana to Calexico.

- Okay.
- Now listen very careful

what I want you to do.

I want you to call Jose,

tell him the shipment
supposed to move to Chinatown.

Now what I want you to do

to secure the movement

to Tijuana.
- Okay.

- You got it?
- Yeah, I got it, Carlos,

I got it.

What about the Italians?

- What about the fuckin' Italians?

- They--
- Fuck them, fuck them all.

- They want their money.

- Why do we always have
to go in these things?

- Because things are gonna escalate,

you know, Carlos, things
are gonna escalate.

- You know where we are?

This is Mexico, this isn't California.

This fucking gringo came here

and took this country from us.

Do you understand?

- Carlos.
- I don't fucking

give about these things.
- Carlos, Carlos.

Look.

What the fuck?

You want me to take care of it?

- All right, get everybody on the roof.

- Right.
- Go.

- Turn around slowly.

- I didn't know I'm
throwing a bachelor party.

Damn, you so beautiful.

- Thanks for the compliment.

But no thanks.

I don't do boys.

- So he sent you to do the dirty job?

Such a weak man.

- Hmm.

At least he's not compensating
for his shortcomings.

- I know you're going to kill me.

I know that.

I saw it in my dream.

Wasn't planning to die
like this, you know?

It's a beautiful day to die, but

I wasn't planning to die like this.

Oh, boy.

Look,

I know I'm fucked up.

I know I did wrong.

Didn't mean it.

Didn't mean to do those kind of thing.

I give you everything.

I give you the car, I give you the houses.

I give you anything you want,
I give you all my money.

Please.

Don't, don't kill me.

I have a daughter.

She's like five years old.

And she has a birthday next month.

Please.

I've gotta go to her birthday.

Please.

Her name is Juana, she's five years old.

I didn't want to be
involved in this business.

All I try to do is be a good dad, please.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You son of a bitch.

- Drop your pistols.

You heard him, ladies.

Ah, this is fun, ow.

Oh, my God,

that was fun.

You came to kill me?

You came to kill me, this...

This is a war now!

Send a woman against me?

Not just one.

Send three fuckin' gringas, what is it,

Charlie Angels fuckin' here?

Fucking cunts.

Fuckin' this cunt.

Fuck.

Fuckin' whore.

Who do you think you are, huh?

This is not a romantic movie.

That's what you do to me?

All right, Charlie Angels,
here's what I'm gonna do.

I've got a plan too.

Take them all.

Come on.

Get the fuck up.

- You guys are so pretty.

Since you guys are so stupid.

- Fuck you, asshole.

- I would love to fuck you, doggie style.

- Yeah, well you need a dick for that.

Ooh,.

- Shut the fuck up!

And stop talkin'.

If you gon' kill us,
then do it, be about it.

- You're hurting me.

That's not nice.

Why you talkin' to me like that?

- Where's the money you owe Nate?

- That's all we want.

- Wait a sec, what do you
mean, all Nate's money?

This is all bullshit.

He owe me money, what
are you talkin' about?

- From the poker game last week?

- He lost the game,

and he owe me three million dollars.

- What?

- Bullshit.

Nate wouldn't send us here
if you didn't owe him money.

- Flaca, listen to me very carefully.

By my fuckin' finger, I sold
two fuckin' tons of heroin,

just on my word, just on my respect.

- You're a fucking liar.

- Well there's one thing I
hate to be called, a liar.

- How do we know you're
tellin' us the truth?

- Because I'm a businessman.

I have no reason to lie to you.

- Really?

I can think of three million reasons.

- All right, lemme tell you something.

I won the game fair and square.

Nate owe me three million dollars.

And the deadline was past due.

- Is that right?

- That's right.

So as far as I'm concerned,

there's been a misunderstanding here.

So let's forget about
everything what happened.

Why Nate sent you, I have no idea.

Maybe he wants to
eliminate you, who knows.

But since I'm a businessman,

I'm gonna make it right.

- Yeah?

How?

- Nate sent you here to die on the line.

Now.

Since I'm a businessman,

we're gonna cut a deal.

- We don't make deals with fucking liars.

- That's right.

- But I'm gonna cut you a
dealer's stake, if you'll take it.

All you have to do is just go to Nate,

get my three million dollars

and get him here dead or alive.

Now, he always braggin' about

an old RV and all that stuff.

So what I want you to do,

I want you to go out there and
get it before him, disappear.

In return, I'm gonna give you the 50 %

on the three million dollars.

That's the deal.

- And what if we refuse your stupid deal?

- Donnie!

In my line of business, there's
no mercy for a man or woman.

- All right, all right, all right.

Don't, don't.

We'll do it.

- You got 24 hours to get my money.

Let's go.

Let's go, get up.

And don't forget who you work for.

Let's go, Poppy, come on, come on.

Come on, let's go,
motherfucker, let's get up, huh?

- I promise--
- Come on, come on, come on.

Just get outta here, go.

Get her outta here!

Now you stay, Flaca.

You see, I told you I'm a nice guy.

I tell you what's my plan.

I'm gonna build a little house up there.

Convenient, you see, lovely.

Sexy girl.

I like you.

Can I kiss you?

Donnie.

Position 26, let's go.

26.

- I know it's you.

You son of a bitch.

You a fucking cockroach, man.

You send women against me?

That's it, huh?

You just a fuckin' amateur.

You bring them against me?

That's the best you can bring?

You stupid.

I tell you what.

Your plan backfired on you.

Because guess what?

They are working for me right now.

And you know what?

They know

I won the game.

It was fair and square.

You lost the money, motherfucker.

Three million by tomorrow, 24 hours.

If not, I'm coming to you.

That's right.

Talk.

- Nate, I didn't do this shit!

- All right, that's enough.

See, stupid?

All the plan you did
got backfirin' on you.

How many times I told you you
gotta be professional, huh?

You send women against me?

Every fuckin' gangster know
that women react over emotion.

So listen to me, motherfucker.

I want my three fuckin'
million dollar tomorrow.

And guess what, I want an interest.

And maybe I'm gonna
consider not to kill you.

And the woman here, tell you what.

I'm gonna let all my guys
have some fun with her.

That's right.

You better be there.

All right.

Keep an eye on her.

- Man, I can't believe this shit!

- I can't believe it either.

I'm just really confused.

Would Nate really use us like this?

I don't get it.

- It sounds possible, Dixie.

Like it or not, looks like
your man played us all.

- I just need to see him, you know?

I just need to,

to look at him.

But if he's, I, I,

if he's using us...

- If he's using us, he's,

if he used us, he's been using us!

- But we don't know that

I mean, do we really know that?

- Did you see what just happened in there?

- Of course I saw what happened in there.

- Okay, well Jazzy is not here right now.

- Listen.

I feel for Jazzy just
as much as you do, okay?

But Carlos could be lying, too.

He's not like a stand-up type of guy.

He's a crazy...

he's, he's a psychopath.

So we don't know if he's lying or not.

This is crazy!

Are we really gonna do this?

- Are we really gonna do this?

If don't fucking do this, Jazzy dies!

And if Jazzy dies, I can't live with that.

And I hope you feel the fucking same.

- I do, Angel.

- Why are you sitting
over there defending Nate?

- Because we don't know yet.

- You--
- I--

- So you're gonna choose him over us?

After all we fuckin' been through?

- I just need to see him,
Angel, I need to see him.

Then I'll know.

♫ Diamonds on, don't fight 'em

- Open your fucking eyes.

♫ Want to go on

♫ But you're gon' have to work y'all

♫ Let's get it down to the flo'

♫ Look, look glamor like it boogie

♫ Hope you don't need it

♫ 'Cause you give me ride

♫ Yeah, they gonna know the boy

♫ Girl fool the man

♫ I get it from the shorty
like nobody else can

♫ I'm beyond fresh

♫ I'm superfly, it's the way I'm like

♫ It's hard, you, to describe

♫ And four inches forty brand new Benz

♫ I'm a businessman

♫ I don't do friends

♫ Thick-skinned down to the flo'

♫ Fetch me on the bullet
for pimpin' on a ho

Hey, girl, what's up
yeah.

Ay!

Shit.
- Shit.

Girl, I'm gettin' tired with
all this money we're makin'.

- Yeah, well, what's the
point of makin' money

if Tye is gonna take most of it, you know?

- You know, you're right, Linda.

He's an asshole.

- I'm telling you,

that bastard is one
greedy-ass motherfucker.

- Girl, you ain't lyin', he
is a greedy-ass motherfucker.

I'm gettin' sick of this shit.

I really am.
- Me too.

- Hey girl.

- Hey.

- What's up?

You all right?

- Not really.

- What's goin' on?

- I can't keep doin' this shit.

- What shit?
- I hate bein' touched

by these gross-ass men.

- Jazzy, this shit is easy money.

Why you tripping?

- I feel so fucking dirty.

The last one smelled like a bar.

Beer and shit.

I threw up.

I am way short tonight.

Tye is gonna beat my ass again.

- Shit, you need to detach
yourself from this work.

Tye's crazy.

Jazzy.

- What am I gonna do?

- I got a extra hundred, take this.

- Thanks.
- I got 200.

How much is that?

- 400.

- How much?
- Four, I owe him five.

- So you're short.
- Short.

Yeah.
- Fuck.

- I can't stand by bein'
touched by these men.

Y'all know my childhood.

I fuckin' hate men.

- I understand that Jazzy, but...

You need to wake up.

You know Tye don't play that shit.

Why you always do this?

- Shit.

Speak of the devil, he's coming right now.

- Hey, bitches.

Mr. Landlord here.

Tye.

I'm here to collect my rent.

Where's the money at?

Come on.

You know the routine.

You good, Dixie.

Talk to me, Angel.

You wanna be funny, huh?

You good, Angel.

Jazzy, the money.

Gimme the money.

The money.

Jazzy.

You short.

I know, Tye, but--

No!
- I want the rest of my money,

you understand me?

- I don't have it, Tye!
- When you gonna get it then?

Leave her be, Tye!

You too, huh?

- No, Tye, Tye.

Look, I'ma work all night,
I promise, I'll make it up.

- Tye, relax.
- Don't hit her again.

- Huh?
- Whoa.

- Whoa whoa whoa, wait.

Tye, don't touch her, da-da-da-da.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I can make you feel better, right?

Come on, Tye, I'll make you feel better.

Right, come on Tye.
- No, fuck that!

- Tye, stop it!
- Stop, stop!

- What are y'all come to the rescue, huh?

Look, dyke.

I want my paper!

- I don't have it.

- I want it tonight.

Even if you gotta work that ass

and fuck other bitches,
I want my paper tonight!

You understand me?

Hey, no, let go, stop it.

Yo, yo, yo, what the fuck?

- Mind your business, nigger.

- I'll make it my business.

What the fuck, dude?

Didn't mama teach you you don't hit women?

- Women?
- Yeah.

- These are bitches.

That's the difference.
- Oh, really?

- I bet that shit hurt.

- Fuck you, man.
- My man.

Fuckin'--

Fuck you, punk-ass nigger.

You ladies all right?

Kind of.

- Well I promise you, he ain't
gonna mess with you again.

My name is Nate.

You guys like to join
us for somethin' to eat?

I'm a good guy.

This is my friend,
Princess, she works for me.

- Don't worry ladies, he won't get handsy.

Let's go.

♫ Bangin' like a Benz

♫ Yeah, uh

♫ 'Cause you do me right

♫ Yeah yeah yea

♫ Snakeskin down to the flo'

♫ Look glamor like a billion

♫ Aint gonna look even

♫ 'Cause you do me right

- You know if you chew
that it'll digest easier.

You guys pretty hungry, huh?

What about you?

- No.

Sorry.

- So what are you guys' names?

- Um, Dixie.

Thanks for helpin' us back
there, I appreciate it.

- It's what I do.

- Angela, people call me Angel for short.

- I'm Jazzy.

- Angel, Jazzy, and Dixie.

So,

what are you guys doin' out
on the street like that?

- What did it look like we were doing?

Prostitutes?

- Well, we always call
it street employment.

- Wow, that's amazing, 'cause,

I mean you guys are beautiful.

You could be doin' so much more.

- This is all we know.

I mean, we grew up in group homes and...

We didn't know our biological parents.

We vowed we'd stick together.

We became sisters.

- We had to find a way
to make it on our own.

- They're the only family I got.

- Well hey, you know what?

We're all family here.

So.

You guys wanna go take a
shower, hang out, kick it.

My place is your place, and hey,

I promise you, no funny business.

- Thank you.

- Let me ask you another question.

What if I told you

I could give you job makin' way more money

than you makin' now?

- Depends on what it is.

- As long as I don't have to fuck no men.

- Doing what?

- Contract killers.

- Angel.

Wake up, we're here.

Nate?

- Nate!

- Honey?

Nate?

Nate!

He's not in here.

- Well maybe Carlos tipped him off

that we were looking for him.

- You're probably right.

Doesn't make sense for him not to be here.

So what the hell are
we supposed to do now?

- I don't know,

but we're not gonna
find him standing here.

So let's just hit the streets

and see what we can come up with.

- All right.

- Wait a minute.

Who knows Nates' whereabouts
just as much as we do?

- His nephew Omar.
- Right.

- Doesn't he work at that uh

pet store down in the valley
or somethin' like that?

- Yep, and that's where we're going.

Let's go.

Come in.

Mr. Collins,

what do I owe for this
unexpected pleasure?

- I apologize, sir, for
comin' unannounced, but...

I seem to be havin' a little
problem collecting my winnings

from the poker tournament with Carlos.

I sent a team to collect
and all they get is static.

I don't do static very well.

I mean, you were there,
you saw what happened.

- Hmm.

Mr. Collins.

If I may enlighten you,

do you remember Mr. Morelli?

He was also at the poker game.

Well,

he belongs to the Italian mob.

Apparently,

our Mr. Carlos Enrique

owes the mob

over five million dollars.

- So he owes a lot of people money

and he's a horrible poker player,

what does that have to do with me?

- A funny thing happened the other day.

While I was out,

Mr. Enrique's nephew,

Ramon,

came in here

and tried to rob us.

I can only presume that he

wanted to make up

for that lost debt.

So,

I can only assume

that Carlos

wanted to collect from you

this, to pay off his mounting debts.

- I'll be damned.

- The

weirdest thing is,

word on the street

is that Carlos

killed his nephew

for the lost money.

His own nephew, can you beat that?

Please.

Take my advice, Mr. Collins.

Tread very carefully.

Our Mr. Enrique, to put it mildly,

is one dangerous son of a loco.

- I understand.

Thanks for the information.

- Oh, ladies, uh...

Hi.

- Can I help you with something?

- We're looking for Omar.

- Sure I can't help you with anything?

- Actually, it's personal.

We really need to talk to Omar.

- He's in the back, I'll go get him.

Omar!

Git ya ass out here.

Come on!

Come on.

- What, B, why you always
givin' me a hard time, man?

- Hey, Omar.

Long time no see.

- What's up?

- Hi, Omar.

See you're still lookin' cute as ever.

- Well, you know.

What can I say, ladies?

So what you been up to?

Just workin', that's about it.

- There's nothing wrong with a paycheck.

- Yep.

- So Omar, we're lookin' for your uncle.

Have you seen him?

Talked to him?

- We've been tryin' to track him down,

we can't seem to find him anywhere.

- Uh, I haven't spoke
to Uncle Nate in like,

a few days.

- Really?

You haven't seen him, talked to him, no?

Hmm.

- You're sure?

- Yeah.

- All right.

Well, if you see him, you talk to him,

give us a call?

Both our numbers are on there.

Cool?
- All right.

- Thanks, Omar.

- Bye, Omar.

You know what?

I think Omar was lying to us.

- Yeah, I got that feeling too.

- Well so, what should we do?

I mean, we can go back in
there, rough him up a little.

- What's the point of doin' that?

- If he knows where Nate
is and he's lyin' to us,

then we need to do somethin' about it.

- That's not gonna solve anything.

Besides if we go in
there and we hurt Omar,

he's still not gonna
tell us where Nate is.

There's just gotta be another way.

Hello?

- Yo, what up, Dixie?

Yeah, bitch, I hear y'all lookin' for me.

- Nate?

- Yeah, Nate, who the
fuck you think it is?

I hear you're lookin' for me, what's up?

- If you really owe Carlos
money, you know the rules.

- What the fuck you
mean, I know the rules?

I made the rules, bitch.

You gonna try to tell me the rules?

I made the rules.

Fuck Carlos, you gonna believe Carlos?

Fuck Carlos and fuck you.

- We need the money, Nate.

They have Jazzy.

- All right, lemme tell
you somethin', bitch.

Lemme tell you somethin' right now.

You and your little fuckin'
piece of shit friend.

When I met you fuckers you
was livin' in the street,

you didn't have a pot to piss in,

your fuckin' pussy stank.

I cleaned your ass up.

- So what do you want?

A gangster cookie?

You sent us out on a lie, Nate.

- You think it's a lie?

You think it's a lie?

Lemme tell you somethin', you just made

the biggest mistake of
your life, you bitch.

Y'all picked the wrong motherfucker.

You had me on your team,
you had me in the corner,

and now you gonna go
listen to that fucking

burrito, fuckin' Taco Bell bitch over me?

- You know what?

It's just business, baby.

It's nothing personal.

- You got some motherfuckin' nerves.

And guess what?

It's over.

- What happened?

- Just Nate talkin' shit.

- Well did you find out where he is?

- No.

Wait a minute.

Didn't Carlos say that Nate keeps his,

his stash of money in an old RV?

He said that.

- Yeah, so?

I don't know where that shit is.

- Well,

about a year and a half ago,

I remember Nate telling me

that he went out with
this girl, he went camping

at Camp Silent Valley in Balmont.

They let you store your RVs there

so you don't have to take it
back and forth to your home.

- Well, it's worth a shot.

You know what the RV looks like?

- Nope.

But if I know Nate,

it's gonna stick out like a sore thumb.

- True.

Let's go then.

- So how's your family, Mr. Han?

- Mr. Enrique, I'd like to--

- You know this place, built by Mexicans.

Four years later, they took it all.

- Mr. Enrique--
- But I took it back.

- There's something we've got to settle.

- They built

20 tunnels, just to get out of this place.

Please, let me show you.

Did you know we're connected

to the governor of Baja, California?

Federales they are workin'
under the table over there.

- My God, what's going on in here?

- This is part of my investment.

- Your investment?

Your investment now extend to kidnapping?

- Mr. Han,

did I tell you I can land
a helicopter on my roof?

We could have dinner
in Sacramento tonight.

We should be back in Chinatown tomorrow.

Next month I'm throwing a
party here, you are welcome.

- Thank you.

- You know, Mr. Han,

it's always good to do business with you.

- Likewise.

- Thank you for coming.
- Thank you.

- Let me walk you to the door.

- I'm gonna enjoy blowing your head off,

you loud-mouth bitch.

- Dream on, Jose.

As a matter of fact,

I have a prediction to
make about the future.

- A prediction?

Go ahead.

I gotta hear this.

- I predict

I'm gonna walk outta
here without a scratch.

After I beat your ass.

And you won't be able
to do anything about it

because you'll be so
busy cryin' like a bitch.

- You're gonna kick my ass?

Yeah, all right.

I'd like to see how your
little skinny, tied-up ass

is gonna do that.

I want you to kick my ass, come on, do it.

I want you to do it, do it.

Do it.
- Okay.

- What are you doin' on the floor?

She got away.

- What do you mean, she
got away, where is she?

- She went that way.
- Where is she?

Come on, get up, get up,
get everybody, let's go!

Hey, Jazzy.

I'll be nice to you.

You know I'm not gonna do nothin'.

All we gotta do, is wait here

for your friends to get the money, Jazzy.

- Yo?

Yeah.

Hold on one minute here.

Nate, how you doin'?

- Good.
- You all right?

- I'm good, you look like you doin' good.

- Ah, you know, I've been
better, I've been worse.

What's been goin' on, buddy?

- I'm lookin' for Carlos.

- Uh.

That might be a problem, Carlos left town

for a couple days, I'm
not sure where he's at.

- Oh really, well he
ain't said nothin' to me

about goin' outta town.

- I'm tired.

You wanna get some coffee?

- Hmm.

In Nate's spot?
- Yep.

- I could use some.

- You remember the plan, my nigger?

- Course, dog.

- Yo, we cannot afford to fuck this up.

- Rayshawn, don't even worry about it.

We good, man.

- Tic Tac, I'm serious, dog.

- We good.

I'll just get in there,
lay these fools down,

and get this money.

I'm ready.

- You ready?
- Yeah, I'm ready.

- All right.

Let's get this money.

Nigger, get rid of them Tic Tacs, dog.

Focus, dog, come on, man, you ready?

- Yeah, let's go.
- All right.

Is there a problem?

- Yeah, there's a big
motherfuckin' problem.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Carlos owes me money.

And I need my money.
- All right.

- So I want you to take
him a message for me.

- Okay.

- Want you to tell
Carlos that I'll be back.

Full on.
- All right.

I'll, I'll give him that message.

- I believe you, Kid Carl, I like you.

- Okay, everything is cool.

Hey, nigger, check yourself!

- Ain't you niggers hot in that?

Nigger what the--

Tell him fuckin' cracks his ass.

Shut the fuck up.

- Hey, man I got nothin' to do with this.

- What the fuck?
- Uh--

- Don't move, oh no, I
got this, I got this.

I got this, you--
- It's a little early

for Halloween, there, boy.

- Break yourself.
- Fuck, nigger.

Hey, get that stash, homie.

- No use tryin' nothin' funny, white boy.

I got this.
- Uh, I'm cool.

- White boy with the white girl.

- Yeah, I'm cool.

- Shit, it's, oh shit!

Gimme a bag, man, gimme
the motherfuckin' bag.

- Put your arms down.

Yo pretty boy lookin' there,
takin' a round with dust.

- You sure you wanna do that on my man?

- Man, shut your ass up and keep walkin'.

- Yeah, yeah, you're
havin' fun though, right?

- Yeah, havin' fun.
- Okay.

You know whose that is?
- Shut the fuck,

just shut the fuck up
and I don't give a fuck.

- Yeah, yeah, all right.

- I don't give a fuck,
just keep help me out.

Matter of fact, bag 'em up,
you already got one in the bag.

- Okay, all right.
- Yeah, you understood.

- I'm good, don't worry,
I'm not gonna do nothin'.

- Man, just hurry the fuck up.

- Right, I'll let Carlos know that uh--

- I don't give a fuck who Carlos is.

- He came by and got us some more.

- Just pack it up.

- All right.
- Thank you very much.

Woo, I feel good, nigger.

- All right.
- Shut the fuck up.

- All right.
- Cash.

- Now you got--
- Yes, oh, motherfucker!

- Yeah, yeah.
- We in this, motherfucker.

- Not for long, dude.

- We in this, motherfucker, we out.

Not for long, all right.

- At most you got a week.
- Yeah, you be careful there.

I'm rich, bitch!

Oh, damn!

- Dixie.

- What?

- Look.

- What?

- Look!

Oh my God.

Is that Nate?

- Who are those guys?

- I have no idea, I've
never seen them before.

- Well, what do we do?

- Let's follow them, let's go.

- Get in the back there.

Yo, yo.
- Hey man, what the fuck

are you guys bringin' me
on this stupid shit for?

- Yeah, why the fuck
did we bring this man?

- Yeah, we got caught up
in some crazy shit, dog.

- Ah, shit.
- Why did you bring--

- We gotta split it, we
gotta split it, four ways.

- I wonder where they're takin' him.

- Who knows.

- There's gotta be some kind
of explanation for all this.

I don't get it.

- Yeah, well it looks like your man's

got more problems than just us.

You know if they kill him we
don't get that money, right?

And if we don't get that money,

Jazzy dies.
- I get it, okay?

But we have to do something quick,

'cause time's really running out.

- Did you see those guys?

How does, how does Nate
get himself into this?

- I don't know, but they look
like, they look like amateurs.

- Hold on, hold on, why the fuck are you--

hold up, hold up,

why are you askin' questions?

Nigger, you not in control
right now, we got the keys.

You sit back there, shut the fuck up.

You, hold on, no, you
keep your gun on him, dog.

- My bad.
- Keep it,

don't put your gun on
me, put the gun on him.

- Hey.
♫ 'Cause I don't fuck

♫ With the heavy ass
- Hey.

- I got a question.

Now, fellas.
♫ California kush

- Might I suggest that it's
time to knock over a school

and get yourself two GEDs?

- That's what the nigger said.

- Bunch of niggers, shut the fuck up!

- Hey, hey--

- I already thought about that shit, man.

I'm gonna kick blow

back here.
- Thinks he's funny.

Doesn't he think he's funny?
- I'ma blow, hey listen.

- Wait, blow?

- I just, I don't know,
just need to see Nate.

Just need to see if he's lying.

- Well, you know if he
is, Dix, we gotta do this.

- Whatever.

- This just gets crazier by the minute.

I hope Jazz is all right.

I swear, if that fucking Carlos
does anything to hurt her,

I'll shoot him in the fucking nuts.

- You guys made a mistake,
you was in there for money,

you came out with somethin'

that you don't know nothin' 'bout.

Why don't I buy it from you?

How much we talkin'?

♫ From the left side
- Shut up, I'm runnnin' this.

How much we talkin'?

- If I know her, she's gonna hold her own.

- Well I hope you're right.

- Um.

Why don't we discuss it?

- Ah--
- Yeah,

we discussin' it now, nigger.

- Okay, um.

Why don't we say I'll
give you $10,000 dollars

for what you got in the--
- $10,000 dollars?

Nigger, shut the--
- Don't, shut the fuck up

- You shut up.
- Nigger, he's--

- Just, just shut--
- Okay, what the hell.

- Handle your shit, motherfucker.

Handle your shit, dog, handle your shit.

- We gon' go see,

we gonna take him to see the Eye.

You know what I mean?

We're gonna take him to the see the Eye.

And we'll discuss it when we get there.

Where the hell are they going?

- I don't know.

Man, if they kill Nate
we don't get that money.

You keep repeating yourself.

You sound like a fuckin' parrot.

- You know what, Dixie, fuck you.

- No, fuck you!
- No, fuck you.

- Fuck you.
- Just go!

- Go!
- Fine!

I'm going!

Now!

God, damn.

- So how long do you think it's gonna take

before you fucking get busted?

- Give me your gun, Tic Tac.

- Hey, this is--

- Tic Tac, lemme see your gun real quick.

- This is a great idea.

- Tic Tac, lemme see your gun real quick,

Lemme see your gun real quick.

Nigger,

did I tell you not to
say a motherfuckin' word?

- Shut the fuck up.

- Don't say another
motherfuckin' word, dog.

See how I handle this?

Tic Tac, see how I handle this?

Handle it, nigger.

You let this nigger talk and shit.

We in the motherfuckin' control, dog.

We in control.

You feel me?

You feel me?

Just say yes, I feel you.

- All right.
- Say yes, I feel you.

King Kong don't got shit on me, nigger!

- Better off workin' the damn streets.

- Oh, really?
- Yes.

He's no better than Tye.

- We don't know that.

- Hey, could I ask a question?

- What's up?
- What?

- Who the fuck is the Eye?

- The Eye.
- Nigger, you don't know

who the Eye is?

- You don't know who the fuck the Eye is?

- Tic Tac--
- The Eye.

- This nigger is in for
a motherfuckin' surprise.

- You're in denial.

- Oh, shit.

Look, they're pulling over.

Shit!

Take a look at 'em.

Nigger get you
fuckin' ass out the car.

- Yeah, we got that--
- Get out the car.

Well bring it, get your
motherfuckin' ass out the car.

- Close the door.
- Man, come on.

Shut that door.
- Where the fuck you been?

What the fuck is that on your face?

And who the fuck is this?

- Lemme explain.
- Yo.

All right, just--

- You got the money?
- I got everything with me!

I'm on it, proper, we real, Mr. Eye.

Get in the car--
- What the fuck is?

Where the fuck you going?

Door's this way, motherfucker.

It's...

Get the fuck
up in the house, man.

Get your ass up in there!

- Yeah.
- Get him up.

Y'all retarded!

Fuck up in
there, get your ass in there.

- Damn door.

Get your ass in there.

Shit!

All right.

Fuck, man.

Ah, shit.

- Take the motherfuckin' shades off.

- Yeah, take off them glasses

so we can see your face, pretty boy.

Your pretty Ricky-lookin' ass.

- Make you nervous, huh, man?

- Naw, I'm not nervous, man.

You look nervous, dog.

That's a lot blow there.

- Can you shut the fuck up, dog?

- Shut the fuck up, hey--
- Now I'm talkin',

and you not, hey, this
nigger keep talkin'.

- He talked the whole way over here.

- You gonna put the gun on me.
- Shut up.

- He talked the whole way over here.

- You gonna put the gun on me?
- Oh, this shit is good.

Motherfuckin' mouth.

I got neighbors.
- This shit is good.

Shut the fuck up.

Eat a Tic Tac.

Now--
- God.

You shut you
mouth, don't be trippin'.

Sit down, Rayshawn.

Did y'all have a plan?
- Plan?

Yeah, we got a plan.

- Yeah, what, what what--
- You know what the plan is?

- No, shut the fuck up.
- We gotta take this shit in,

we got--
- Shut the fuck up.

- Mr. Eye, sir.
- That shit's funny,

you all right there?

- I'm good, man.
- Shut up.

I didn't tell you to talk.

Shut the fuck up.

Now, what you want, what?

- Mr. Eye,

sir.

If you look at it,
that's a lot of cocaine.

- Yeah, I know.

- We can flip this shit.
- Shut the fuck, shut up.

- Yo, you open your
mouth one more time, dog.

One more remark.

- Okay, what were you sayin'?

- Somebody's gonna need to fence that.

We don't give a fuck.

- And when they brought me in,

neither one of 'em looked back.

We don't know if we were followed or what.

It could be, like--
- How you know

we ain't never looked back?
- So what I was just

gonna ask you to do is sell this--

- Shut up!
- All right, man.

Just sit your ass, man, just--
- This whole time.

- Shut the fuck up.

Nobody
did not follow us, dog.

Nobody did not follow us.

- Nobody followed you.

- How do you know?

You shut the fuck up, nigger?

- Sit the fuck back, please.

You gonna put
your gun on me, though?

Yo, boy, you gonna put your gun on me?

Put the gun on that dude, don't
put the gun on me, though.

- Whose shit is this?

- Don't put the gun on me--
- Whose shit is this?

And not on him, come on.

- Whose shit is this?
- That ain't right.

Yeah, okay.

Okay.

We see how this is goin'.

- Hardly don't listen, see?

- I ain't say shit.
- Shut up.

I said sit tight and listen.

You don't--
- Shut up, I'm good.

All right.

The man had a good idea in the corner.

I think you should hear him out.

- I'm trying to hear, motherfucker.

Like I was sayin', we got dope,

we need a buyer.

Do you know how we can get this shit off?

- Yeah, I know how you can get it off.

Absolutely.

But I just have one question for you.

Why do they call you the Eye?

- Oh.

Why they call me the Eye.

You wanna know
why the call him the Eye?

Yeah, why do they call you--

- It was all a dream!

I used to read Word Up magazine.

Some pimpin' hubby thee up on a limousine.

Hangin' pictures on my wall.

♫ Every Saturday rubber
tack Mr. Magic Rolly Wall

♫ I let my tape box to my tape top

♫ Hot thought never black

♫ Ugly as ever however I stay

♫ Coo-Gees down to the socks

♫ Brings your watch filled with locks

♫ And my jam--
Don't worry about it,

you fuckin' call me
motherfuckin' Eye, man.

Motherfucker, you owe me.

Who the fuck is that?

Tic Tac, see who that is.

- Man, I'm too high to
see who that shit is.

- Rayshawn, see.

Motherfucker, get your
ass, take a Tic Tac,

wipe your mouth off--
- We got this powder and shit.

This is good, fuck.

I'll check it out for you, god damn.

Hey, it's some chicks.

- Bitches?
- Yeah.

Clean my face up.

Go see who that is,
Rayshawn, go see who it is.

- I'm good.

- Some hos out there?
- There's two of 'em.

- For real?

You got this nigger, man?
- Man, go,

go get them bitches, I got him.

Bitch-ass nigger.

Hey, Rayshawn,
what the fuck you on?

Hey.

Yo, what y'all
need, y'all need in a mechanic?

- Which one you want, man?
- I got this one right here.

Yo, what's up, sexy?

What's up baby girl?

You're fine, what you doin' here?

- Oh, shit, my nuts!
- Let's go.

Oh, fuck!

Y'all stupid bitch!

- That's gross.

- Nice to see you again, girls.

Huh?

What's up?

- Where's the money,
Nate, so we can end this.

- You outta your fuckin' mind, huh?

What, you think I'm gonna
give you my money, huh?

You want me to give you
all my fuckin' stash?

Are you crazy?

- Of course, what do you think,
we came here for nothing?

- Huh?

What'd you come here
for, you wanna take it?

You think I'm gonna give it to you?

Huh, what, I give it to you
so you can give to Carlos?

- We need the money, Nate.

Okay, Carlos has Jazzy

and we need you and the body back to him.

- He gave us 24 hours till Jazzy dies.

And time's runnin' out.

- You got to be fuckin' stupid!

Huh, are you fuckin' stupid?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Carlos think he got it all
figured out, don't he, huh?

Huh?

Well lemme tell you somethin'.

I think it's time for you
girls to know the real truth.

- Waiting.

- I won that fucking game.

I won that game fair and square.

You guys know me.

Huh, are you fuckin' crazy?

Dixie!

You fuckin' know me.

Every time I have a
game, every time I lose,

I pay my fuckin' debts.

I ain't scared of shit.

If I lose I pay.

You know me better than that.

Have I ever welshed on a bet,
have I ever welshed on a bet?

And you gonna believe
that motherfucker over me?

- I don't know who the
fuck to believe anymore.

Huh, you don't know what to believe?

Don't you guys see?

You been double-crossed!

Carlos used you to get to me.

He wants you to kill me.

And he wants you to bring him my money?

So he can walk away with
three million dollars?

Are you fuckin' stupid?

Do you think for one second

he's gonna let either one of
you walk outta there alive?

- Talk to me, Dixie.

- Yeah, talk to her, Dixie!

Think about it.

Have I ever lied to you?

Look at me.

- Damn.

We've been double-crossed.

- Fuckin' right you been double-crossed.

Can't believe this.

You guys were really gonna come
in here and fuckin' kill me?

You were gonna really kill me?

After all I fuckin' did for you?

- I'm sorry--
- No, no, stop, no.

No, no.

Dixie, especially you.

- I'm sorry.
- Over!

No!

No.

- I'll make it up to you.

- Okay.

- Hey!

I appreciate all the mushy shit,

but my woman is in trouble still.

What the fuck are we gonna do?

He wants your money and your dead body.

- Really?
- Yes.

- Okay, let's give Carlos a body.

- Really?

- It was all a dream.

- Hello.

How you doin'?

Can I help you with somethin'?

- Yeah.

Carlos here?

- Uh, no, I haven't seen
him for a couple days.

I think he's out of town.

You want me to leave a message?

- Tell him Frank Morelli came by.

- Frank Morelli.

All right, I'll go ahead and do that.

Have a good night.

Yeah, this is Carlos.

- Yeah, this is Dixie.

Did you get my money?

- Yeah, we got it.

Excellent, excellent.

- Yeah, whatever.

We're on our way back.

Now listen.

There's gonna be some changes.

I don't wanna meet at the motel.

We're gonna be on the old road at Chino.

- What the hell?

Why?

Last time I checked,

I'm the one who's supposed
to ask the questions.

So if you wanna see you friend alive,

just be there with my money, you got it?

- Yeah, we got it.
- Good.

- Carlos?

He hung up.

- Fuck, I don't know,
Dixie, this changes things.

- Let's just do this.

♫ Yeah

♫ Huh

♫ 'Cause when you're
rollin' and you're dippin'

♫ And you're lyin' and you're sippin'

♫ And you seem to start trippin'

♫ You get it on, come on

♫ Crazy when I rep that green thang

♫ Get money, get freaks
sittin' on my hood thing

♫ Watch, star, I'm rockin' this gang

♫ You can tell by the ice
that rocks in my chain

♫ Sittin' and hangin' off my dick, banging

♫ Big crab legs, lots of en-shrimp-main

♫ With me, sittin' on big thangs

♫ 'Cause when they done with the gang

♫ It won't be the same

♫ Hot boy, I'm hot on your block

♫ Better watch what you say

♫ They may boy you get popped at

♫ Ee willin' a spot to be at

♫ Shake your ass, girl,
make ya cheeks flap

♫ Turn that trick and
then bring that little bag

♫ When we kickin' in the hood

♫ We ball and hoop that

♫ Who's that, talkin' that big talk

♫ You ain't talkin' 'bout money

♫ They turned your mic off

- I miss you.

- I wanna see Jazzy.

- Donnie.

My old friend.

Oh, I love it!

What the fuck
are you laughing for?

- In the poker game you got four players.

Two

at the finale.

Now

I pulled three kings.

The motherfucker Nate,

pulled on me full house.

Yes.

I lost the game.

So what?

I'm a bad player, who give a shit?

I owe him three million dollars.

And guess what?

You did the job.

- Fuck you.
- You did the job!

I love you!

You got him dead!

Ha!

You go tell everybody,
I'm the motherfucker here.

So what, you a fuckin' bad player?

I'm Carlos Enrique Martinez.

In motherfuckin' Mexico
he come against me.

Me!

I'm the man.

Control this shit.

All Vegas, California,

New York,

can't no motherfucker come against me.

Hey!

- It's resurrection now.

Thank you, thank you, now get over there.

I'm sorry, Papi.

You thought you could fuck me, Carlos?

You thought you could fuck
me, and get away with it?

I told you, you don't fuck
with Nate Hitman Collins.

It ain't in the books, baby.

You thought you could fuck me?

What the fuck is so funny, huh?

- You're gonna fuckin'
beat me, huh, motherfucker?

Come on, let's see you now, tough guy.

Let's see you.

Huh, you you're better than me?

Huh, you you're better than me?

That's how you beat me up, motherfucker.

You come and kill me?

I told you, you fuckin' amateur.

Fuckin' amateur.

- You can't kill me, Carlos.

Those Italians are gonna fuck you up.

What do you know
about the fuckin' Italians?

I know you need that money.

- You talk to me like that?

I taught you the fuckin' business.

I start you in the fuckin' business

when you barely streakin',
fuckin' up Campton.

Motherfucker.

You're not gonna kill me, Carlos.

You need that money.

- Take the woman and
go, get in, go on, go.

Get outta here, get outta here.

This is how you treat me

after what I did for you?

You betray me, I fuckin'
kill you first, huh,

stand over here.

- Okay, all right, all right, all right.

Motherfuckers, all right.

- You shut up, shut up!

- Get over here, get outta,
who the fuck is this?

I'm tired of this bullshit!

I'm fuckin' tired of this fuckin' amateur.

Fuck!

Donnie.

Choose a number.

Pick a number.
- I don't have one.

- I'll give a number.

Here we go, for the American people.

Cinco de fuckin' Mayo.

Here we go, one, two,

three,

four, five.

Nothing's personal.

No!

- Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

- What the fuck is wrong with you?

- You're pushing me so much
to do those kind of things.

You see what you did, you fuckin' loser?

Huh?

You think you got it all fuckin' figured.

I fuckin' told you, I'm
gonna get any fuckin' solider

that I have in fuckin'
California and Mexico

to hunt your fuckin' ass.

You comin' against me?

Hmm?

- Yeah, I am, Carlos.

- That's what you're comin' against, me,

I'll get you fuckin', take a look at that.

Get up, come with me, come here.

See that, sweetheart?

Take a look at this.

Here we go, I'll choose the number.

- Okay, all right, all right, Carlos!

- Move, move, come on.

Get the fuck outta my face.

Where's the money, where's the money?

Where's the money, where's the money?

Where's the fuckin' money?
- It's in my car.

Where's the fuckin' money, where?

Where?

- It's in the black
Escalade around the corner.

- Don't fuckin' bullshit me, man.

That's the last opportunity.

Let's go!

Keep him alive till I come in.

Keep these bitches safe as well, come on.

The two of you, let's go.

- Well, hello.

Yeah, motherfucker, it's
me, Carlos, it's me, Nate.

Yeah, your little punks didn't work, huh?

Oh, you found my money?

Well lemme tell you somethin',

when I get there,

if a dime of my money's missin'
I'm gonna walk to Mexico

and whatever money's left,

I'm gonna use that to
beat your mama's ass with.

Oh, really?

Let's go.

I'm sorry, bitch, but you
picked the wrong team.

- Lemme show you what I got for you.

Jose!

This one is for you, the black one.

- Oh.

Is he named after me?
- You got it.

- Ooh, it's gorgeous.

Got it straight from.

- Mm.

- Come on, I'll tell you a story.

Hey, Donnie, get me a drink.

All of you, get drinks!

Forget about women, this is my vacation.

Oh, shit, run!

- Get my fuckin' gun!

Get my fuckin' gun, move, Donnie.

Donnie!

Donnie, get the gun!

- You with TMZ?
- Hands up now!

What the fuck's with him?

Oh.

Get the fuck outta here.

- Hey, Carlos.

You miss me, Carlos?

- Any given day.

- You know what I like about you, Carlos?

Nothing.

- You thought you gon' fuck me

and then take a vacation with my money?

Where's my money, Carlos?

- Fuck you.

I was so hopin' you'd say that.

Damn, I was hopin' you--

- Fuckin' think I fuckin'
give a shit about you?

- So fuckin' crazy.

- You fuckin' come kill
me, Carlos Enrique Zeman,

fuckin' vacation?

- When I slid that money
over, didn't I tell you?

If I win, I was gonna come to collect.

- Fuck you, you motherfucker.

You think you're bigger than me?

You fuckin' asshole, come
here, and kill my people?

I'll fuckin'--
- Get up.

Get up, get up.

- You done made her mad, Carlos.

Even I don't make her mad.

Ooh, oh!

- You're just gonna kill Jazz
and get away with it, huh?

Oh!

- All right, all right, all right.

You motherfucker--
- Hands, hands.

You want the
money, fuckin' take it all.

Oh I got five millions
in diamonds in there.

Take it all and get the
fuck outta my house.

Go get her the fuckin'
suitcase from my closet.

Give it to her, give it to 'em.

Just get the fuck outta here.

- They Italian?
- I liked you, Carlos.

- You come to my house?

- 'Cause you are a good businessman.

You owe me three million dollars,

you give me five million
dollars, I like that.

- Get the fuck out of my sight.

Get the fuck out of my face.

- I'm gonna do that, Carlos.

- And take these two dogs with you.

- You know what?

You're a lucky man, Carlos.

- Go ahead.

- We're just leavin'?
- You heard what he said.

Come on, go.

- You know what?

He's right.

I always keep my word.

But you don't have to keep my word.

Sorry, Carlos.

- Hey!

Hey!

That was the fuckin'
deal, you fuckin' monkey.

Come back!

Come back!

Well that's it, eye for an eye?

You think I give a shit
if you fuckin' kill me?

- Please, no!
- Fucking go ahead!

Do it!

Fucking kill me, do it!

Do it!

- Say hi to Jazz for me.

- I like, I like.

Carlos had good taste, didn't he?

I think I'll knock this entire wall down.

I need a drink, what do you
say, anybody want a drink?

Where is Miss Thing?

- Donnie?
- Donnie!

Where's Donnie?

Oh, that's right, I shot him.

Sorry.

Have do it myself, I guess.

- Look, look.

Man, look, I just, I just
started workin' for the man.

Okay, I mean,

whatever y'all got goin' between you two,

that's between you two, okay?

I didn't see shit, I swear
to God, I didn't see shit.

I won't say nothin'.

All right?

I mean, come on, you don't
have to kill me, please.

Oh, shit.

- So what do we do with her?

- You wanna job?

- Yeah.

You got a job.

- I'd like to teach you a few things.

- Hello.

Nate, I called to
tell you a job well done.

- Who the hell is this?

- A friend.

- I'm sorry, I don't know
what you're talkin' about.

- Well let me help you.

I know your team iced Carlos.

My crew had been clocking
that thieving gor-no-do

for several weeks now.

We were about to clip him ourselves.

You have saved us the trouble.

- Oh really?

Yeah, well.

Don't mention it, you're welcome.

- If only it were that simple, Nate.

You see, Carlos,

he owes us five million.

And being that you killed him...

We could get our money back.

So you just inherited his debt.

- Hold, hold, hold, hold,
hold hold, slow your roll.

Slow your roll, shorty.

Look, I never liked you, Frank.

You're too short.

- This is not a game, Nate.

Don't be a cat-zone-ay.

I'm gonna have to burn you.

- That's the way you
want it, motherfucker,

that's the way it'll be.

Ain't nothin' to it but to do it.

- Yeah?

Well bring it.

- Yeah, I'll be lookin' for you, too.

All right, ladies, we got
a problem, we gotta roll.

Let's roll.

You ready to go?