Gangster Party (2002) - full transcript
When a drug lord by the name of Herman Delgato starts killing his under bosses for an attempted mutiny of his organization, he is spotted by a witness and arrested. The government assigns a witness protection specialist to the case but Herman Delgato has other plans for the witness. Through his contacts he hires three of organized crimes most notorious hit men.
(dramatic music)
(upbeat rap music)
♪ Grab ahold of your soul
♪ Watch out don't lose control
(man rapping)
♪ Bitch a holocaust
is what we live in ♪
♪ Different religions,
inaccurate decisions for money ♪
♪ The plot thickens
♪ The plot sickens,
mankind, civilization ♪
♪ This wicked nation
(man rapping)
♪ Keep my eyes on the prize
say what and still I rise ♪
♪ Til I die, life or death,
right or wrong, good or evil ♪
♪ God or the devil
(man rapping)
♪ Score settled for all my
peoples in every ghetto ♪
♪ Feel the strength
of the hood ♪
♪ I feel the strength
of the ghetto ♪
♪ Focus the mental
and think of ♪
♪ All the things
you've been through ♪
♪ What direction
you're headed in ♪
♪ And where it's gonna get you
♪ Living life for what it is
(man rapping)
♪ Thaddeus the fabulous
♪ Like Maximus, a soldier
til the end of time ♪
♪ Kicking around trying to
keep this hit in your mind ♪
(man rapping)
♪ Sick of the times
and revelations ♪
♪ And for Satan and his
demons he keeps hating ♪
♪ Until I let this ball drop,
I best be strong, live for ♪
(woman singing)
(ominous music)
- Please, please, please.
Please.
(whimpering)
No man, please, don't
kill me, don't kill me.
(whimpering)
Please, I didn't do it.
(stuttering)
I'm offering you for free,
everything, anything you want.
Okay, I didn't do
it, come on, please.
Please don't. (gentle sobbing)
Please.
(yelling)
(screaming)
(gasping)
(screaming)
- Oh my, oh my God.
(dramatic music)
(tide gently crashing)
♪ I just wanna one on one
♪ We just need to
have some fun ♪
♪ We can take a cruise for two
- [Sylvia] Hey baby.
- (sighing) How's
my beautiful wife?
- Good, now that my
handsome husband's home.
(sighing)
(moaning and giggling)
- What you want to do,
hard boil yourself?
- Actually, why don't you
come in, get us some drinks?
You know what, I'm
mad at you though.
(laughing)
- What did I do?
- You left so
early this morning.
You never gave me
a kiss goodbye.
(laughing)
- I'm so sorry, I had
some work to take care of.
- Well actually now you have
some more work to take care of.
- Oh yeah?
I do.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Yeah.
What?
(dramatic music)
Why did you wait
so long to call me?
What are the charges?
How bad?
- What's wrong?
- Alright, listen,
the police are here.
- What?
- Alright?
(sirens blaring)
I need you, you know where
I keep my secret
black book, right?
- Yeah.
- I need you to get it.
I need you to get it and find
the number under the name Cutty.
- Cutty?
- Yes, yes,
you tell him that I'm
arrested for murder.
- What?
- You tell him.
- No!
- You tell him
that there's a witness, alright?
- Okay.
- You tell him I need
a gangster party.
- Okay.
(voices on police radio)
- [Police Officer] Herman
Delgato, you are under arrest
for the murder of Tony Alvarado.
You have the right
to remain silent.
You have the right
to an attorney.
If you cannot
afford an attorney,
one will be appointed to you.
If you give up this
right, anything you say
can and will be used against
you in a court of law.
(dramatic music)
(siren blaring)
(upbeat rap music)
♪ It's real real
♪ It's real real
(fast paced rapping)
(dramatic music)
- Agent 19, Agent 37,
Agent Number One.
- Sir we apologize
for the accommodations
but this is something
that takes on
the highest priority
of top secret.
- I understand.
- [Agent Number One] We
called you here because
you are our best agent
in witness protection.
- Agent, do you know this man?
- [Agent 55] Herman
Delgato, biggest dope dealer
in the Western Hemisphere.
- Through various informants--
- [Agent 19] Dead informants.
- [Agent Number
One] We discovered
a plot in Mr. Delgato's ranks.
- Some of his other
bosses planned
to overthrow him and we
learned of the anarchy.
- [Agent Number One] He
started killing other bosses.
- Now some of these other
bosses he had his privates kill.
But others, he was so
hurt by their betrayal,
he wanted them to see his face
when the death order
was carried out.
- Thus placing him at
the scene of the crime.
- [Agent 19] In his
latest (mumbling) on the
Upper West Side, we found
him in an apartment building.
- Stuck ice picks in each one of
the man's ears until
he touched his brains.
There was a 24
year old female who
fell asleep in her car after
a long night of partying.
She woke up to see
the whole thing.
She didn't recognize anyone else
but she did
recognize Mr. Delgato
from the news and other
criminal activities.
- I see you've
been watching CNN.
- [Agent 55] Is the
girl our only witness?
- Well, yeah.
- But--
- We believe Delgato was
going to hire three outside
assassins to deal with the
treason in his organization.
- Which three?
- [Agent 19] Three ex-gang
members turned hitmen.
- [Agent Number One] First
there's Bobby Argoza,
most notorious of the East
Los Angeles street gangs,
nicknamed Cutty, he
got his name from
the extensive use of
knives in his hits.
Much better to cut
you up than shoot you.
(dramatic music)
- [Agent 19] Eddie Lamar Evans,
Compton Crip AKA
Six Times Eddie.
He acquired his name
from his very first hit.
He was shot six times and
still completed his hit.
- [Agent Number One]
Francis Theodore Bradford,
Westside Pirate Street
Bloods, AKA the Bull.
He got his name due
to his size, strength,
and the fact that he
never stops going.
- [Agent 19] Agent,
are you with us?
- I don't know.
- [Agent Number One]
When will you know?
- (speaking quickly), I'm ready.
- Any one of these three
under normal circumstances
would be hired to
make this hit alone.
- Because of the
importance of this hit,
we believe Delgato
will hire all three.
As Agent 19 said, any one of
these men alone ensured that.
Gathered they are a precise,
effective killing machine.
- [Agent 19] Before you accept
or decline this mission,
Federal law obligates
us to give you
an estimated chance of survival.
There's a 95% chance you
won't survive this mission.
- [Agent Number One] Will
you take this mission?
- Yes.
(dramatic music)
- In the world of
organized crime,
they have a code name
for when these three
ex-gang members
do a hit together.
It's called gangster party.
(dramatic music)
(grunting)
- This is shit.
(grunting)
(wind howling)
Good morning, sleepy head.
I didn't think you were
ever gonna wake up.
Shit, we've been
driving all night.
- Where am I?
Who are you, man?
- You're in the Mojave
Desert, welcome.
They call me Six Times Eddie.
- Six Times Eddie, the hit man?
- You heard of me?
- My boss had me get your
number a couple days ago.
- Yeah?
That was for your ass.
- Al wants me dead?
Well why?
- Man, you don't have
to play stupid with me.
- Man, what the hell are
you talking about, man?
- You're fucking his wife,
that's what I'm talking about.
Oh yeah, he knew about that.
Man, you ever
watch mafia movies?
There's two rules, one, when
you go into a restaurant
and a guy asks to be excused
to go to the restroom,
your motherfucking
ass better be gone
when that motherfucker
comes out.
And second, don't fuck
the mafia boss's wife.
- Listen, I got an
envelope, a manila envelope.
It's got $100,000 in it, okay?
I'll take it to her,
you can have it,
just say you killed
me and I'll disappear,
I'll just disappear.
- [Six] Can't do it.
- Oh please, please, man!
I wanna live, I don't wanna die!
- [Six] I can't do it.
- Oh man, what are you talking
about man, it's $100,000!
- I already fucking got it!
- Oh shit.
Fuck, help, help!
Somebody help me!
Help me!
Somebody help me!
- Help, help, help,
please somebody help me!
Man, who you screaming for?
The lizard police?
'Cause that's the only
thing out here, dude.
- Oh man.
(engine starting)
(dramatic guitar music)
(wind howling)
- Oh shit it's hot.
- Please man, please
don't do this.
Please don't kill me
for following my heart.
- [Six] That's some weird shit.
- What?
- That's the same
thing your wife said.
- You killed Allison?
- Man, quit acting
like you cared
about her and you
did it for love.
- I did do it for
love, I did love her.
- You did it for pussy.
- Why, I did it for love!
- Pussy.
- Love!
- Pussy.
- What kind of an
animal are you, man?
- Animal, no, realist yes.
Don't feel bad, it
was some good pussy.
- No man, I did it for.
Hey man, how would you know?
- [Six] I fucked her.
- Oh Lord, is there no
end to this torture?
- Man, people are killing
and dying over this pussy.
I mean, I wanted to sample
it, can you blame me?
Just as I suspected,
it was some good pussy.
That's why you didn't
hear me come in the room.
You in there just getting yours.
I cracked your ass over
the head with a lamp,
now you're laid
out on the floor.
I'm looking at her big,
beautiful ass lying there, ooh.
Ooh-ee.
- So you raped her.
- Hey, I ain't no punk
ass faggot ass rapist.
She offered it to
me, she says please,
don't hurt me, I'll give
you anything you want.
I told her I want that.
And like a country
mother at dinnertime,
she said come and get it!
And this is where you
kinda made me mad.
I'm in there, I'm
tearing it up, ooh.
Your ass starts to wake up.
So I crash your ass
again with another lamp.
Make sure your
ass is really out.
And I went back to
tearing that ass up.
Ooh, ooh, turn over, ooh.
She had a big ass,
kinda like her sister.
- And then you killed her.
- Nah, I didn't kill her.
- You said you killed her.
- Hey I didn't say I killed
her, you said I killed her.
- So she's alive?
- How do you think
I got the $100,000?
I'll just say I killed
her and disappeared.
(energetic rock music)
(doorbell ringing)
- Who the fuck is that?
Go answer the fucking door.
Damn, who the, are you
guys expecting someone?
- I didn't hear shit.
- Hola, clean pool?
- Georgie.
- [Georgie] Who is it?
- It's a Mexican.
- What the fuck do you want?
- [Cutty] Clean pool.
- You're a day early, and
where's the normal guy?
- Sorry, no speak English.
- Hector motherfucker,
where's Hector?
- Hector? Mexico.
- Hector's in Mexico.
I guess it don't matter
who really cleans the pool.
So what's your name?
Your name-o?
What's your fucking name-o?
- Sorry, no speak English.
- You don't speak English.
So I guess I'm gonna
have to name you myself.
Your name is Little Bitch.
So come on in Little Bitch.
Hey everybody, I'd like
you to meet Little Bitch.
- Hey Little Bitch, how
you doing baby doll?
- He's here to clean the pool.
And in his spare
time, he sucks cock!
(laughing)
- LB!
- Now you're really a wetback.
The fuck you looking at
boy, you want some of me?
Want some of this?
- Clean pool.
- Yeah, clean the fucking pool!
Go!
- You are so fucking
out of control!
(laughing)
(cars honking)
(electronic beeping)
- Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay, I'll tell you what.
You say you didn't
know I was mad, huh?
Well you tell him if I
chopped off his wife's head,
would he know I was mad then?
Fucking dumbass suckers.
What are you doing?
- Nothing.
- Good.
- You know, I ain't
doing nothing.
- Nothing, actually
it's anything.
I'm not doing anything.
- Oh, you're not doing
nothing either? (laughing)
- You idiot, I'm trying
to teach you something,
you fucking doorknob.
- What'd I do?
- You know what, if you
lost one point on your IQ,
just one point, you'd
be a fucking key ring.
Now turn that thing off.
- Oh boss, I was just about
to get the golden squirrel.
- What the fuck is
the golden squirrel?
- [Lou] You get it
when you win the game.
- Oh, I see.
- Yeah.
- Can I see that?
- Yeah, sure.
Yeah see, see, you get to
the mountaintop here right?
And that's where you
rescue the golden squirrel.
- Oh is that right?
- Yeah.
See that?
(electronic beeping)
Hey, what about the
golden squirrel?
- Go sit down.
I said go sit down.
- Can I have my game back?
- No.
- Come on boss, let
me have my game back.
- No.
- Come on.
- No, I'm not giving it back.
- Well, I'm not
gonna sit down then.
- What'd you say?
- I paid for it, it's mine.
- No, fuck that, what'd you say?
- I said I'm not gonna sit
down until I get my game back.
- [Brock] Oh, is that a fact?
- It's mine.
- Sam, hand me your gun.
(game beeping)
There's your game.
- [Game] The golden squirrel.
- Now if you pick it up,
I'm gonna shoot you
in the fucking eye.
What are you gonna do now?
(game beeping)
- [Game] You are on the final
level of Adventure Town.
Resume your game
and save me from
the clutches of
the evil groundhog.
(giggling)
(game beeping)
You'd better hurry! (giggling)
- You're gonna die for the
fucking golden squirrel?
- I only got one
more level to go.
(game beeping)
- What's wrong with you?
- Nothing.
- [Game] To resume your
game, you have 10 seconds.
Nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four--
- Take the game, boss?
- Yes Lou, take the game.
- Thanks boss.
(game beeping)
- [Game] You have resumed your
game, good luck! (giggling)
(game beeping)
(knocking on door)
- Hey boss, somebody's
at the door.
- No shit.
- You want me to get it?
- Would you?
- Oh yeah.
- I don't know how much longer
I can put up with this guy.
Maybe he should come up missing.
- Brock, it's your nephew.
- Yeah, might be a problem.
- Hey boss, somebody's
here to see you.
- Who is it?
- [Lou] I don't know.
- Ask!
- Who are you?
Says his name is Bull.
- The hit man?
- You the hit man?
He says yeah.
- What does he want?
- What do you want?
Says he wants to talk.
Says he's unarmed,
raising up his pant legs,
his sleeves, his jacket.
- What'd he say now?
- He said that don't you
think if he came to kill you
that the idiot at the door
would be dead already?
- Frisk him.
- He's clean, boss.
- Brock, why's this guy
make you so nervous?
- I've seen his work.
- His work?
It's time for him to see mine.
- Okay, let him in, but
you keep your gun on him.
- Come in.
Come in.
- Hey hey.
- [Brock] You're the Bull?
- [Bull] Well I hope so,
'cause I got on this
tight ass underwear.
(laughing and mumbling)
You seem a little disappointed.
- Well I guess I
was just looking
for a more intimidating guy.
I mean don't get me wrong,
you're a pretty
intimidating guy yourself,
but I guess I was just looking
for someone more
like, I don't know,
Sam?
(ominous music)
- Holy shit.
- [Brock] Now
that's intimidating.
- Now that's a fucking gorilla.
What you holding dog?
Some 23s?
- [Sam] 24.
- That's my fucking
girlfriend's waist size.
The fuck you get this guy from?
Shit, I want one.
- [Brock] Sam's one of a kind.
I met him about five years
ago on a trip to England.
He was head of security
for the royal family.
- Hmm.
- [Brock] He has a
black belt in 30 types
of martial arts,
a weapons expert,
and he's licensed to
carry a concealed weapon.
- You're bullshitting.
- Nope.
- [Bull] Do you know how hard
it is to get a concealed
weapons permit?
- That's the beauty of this guy.
You just ask him for it
and he makes it happen.
- Well we'd like to test
that theory a little later.
- You can test it now.
- Later.
Mr. Bull, you are here because?
- I'm here because of Mr. Cecil.
- Cock sucking motherfucker.
- Oh shit, you guys feel the
same way about each other.
- [Brock] Oh is that right?
- Well actually what he said was
you're a lowlife rat
that would probably eat
a piece of shit if
you seasoned it right.
(laughing)
- How much longer you
wanna listen to this shit?
- [Brock] What'd he send
you to talk to me about?
- Well actually I lied, bro.
(ominous music)
He sent me to kill you.
- [Brock] You're gonna kill me?
- What am I supposed to do
while you're doing that?
- Well bro, actually you're
the one that's gonna kill him.
(laughing)
- Boss, boss, they're
gonna kill you.
(laughing)
Boss, he's gonna, oh shit.
(laughing)
(dramatic guitar music)
- [Six] That's deep enough.
Oh, this hot dog's
kicking my ass.
Alright buddy,
let's get you going.
- What the hell are
you gonna do with that?
- Look, don't ask questions that
you don't wanna
know the answer to.
- I knew it, I knew
it, you're one of
them big old freaks, aren't ya?
- What?
- This is how you get off, huh?
- What are you
talking about, man?
- What am I talking about?
This is how you get
your thrills, huh?
This is how you
get your turn ons?
Every time you kill someone
you stick that thing
inside yourself?
- Hey sick ass,
what's wrong with you?
- What's wrong with me?
You're the one walking
around with an ass jabber
in your hand and you're
asking what's wrong with me.
- Okay, okay, I didn't
want to tell you this,
and I figured you
didn't wanna know.
But you had to get
stinkin' nasty.
Your boss paid me a
whole lot of extra money
so that you would
never be found again.
Well if you are found,
he wanted people to
think that you're a fag.
- Oh my God.
- So after I kill
you, I'm gonna put
this dress on you and
stick this in you.
And like I said, he paid me
a whole lot of extra
money to do it.
I didn't want to tell you this.
I figured you
didn't want to know.
But again, you had to
get stinkin' nasty.
(farting)
(farting)
(farting and squishing)
- You're just gonna shit in
the same hole you're
gonna put me in?
- Sorry boss, I didn't mean
for it to turn out like this.
It's the fucking hot dog.
(farting)
I need something to wipe it.
- [Man] Naw, you wouldn't.
- What do you want me to do,
walk around with poo poo ass?
- Fuck.
- Ooh, that felt good.
Alright.
Let's get you going.
- Aren't you gonna shoot me?
- [Six] And get blood
all over my car?
And have to put this
dress on your bloody body?
Do you know how hard
it is to get blood out?
Man, that shit gets everywhere.
All over you, all over your
fingernails and everything.
- Yeah, well that'll
be interesting.
- [Six] What?
- Seeing that it's
only one of you,
how do you expect to
get me in that hole
and put me in that dress
without killing me first?
(metal thumping)
(dramatic music)
Oh shit.
Oh shit!
Fuck!
Please, please.
Please shoot me man, shoot me!
(gun firing)
(birds cawing)
(laughing)
(laughing and chatting)
(men talking in background)
- Hey, we need some music.
- Yeah Georgie,
put on some tunes.
- Hey Dougie, fuck you!
(laughing)
For you, your wish
is my command, girl.
(mumbling)
(upbeat rap music)
- What are you, a nigger now?
- What are you talking about?
- This rap shit man, put on
some punk or some heavy metal.
- [Georgie] This
rap shit's the bomb.
- The bomb, what next?
You're gonna be shooting
hoops and drinking 40s?
- Hey, who cares
what music's playing?
As long as it makes
these girls do that.
- Georgie, can we
go in the pool?
- [Woman] Yeah, is it ready?
♪ Get naked, get naked
- Little Bitch!
Is the pool clean yet?
Ah, fuck it, you're
done, no mas, go!
Yeah, no mas, go.
- [Woman] Are you guys
gonna get in with us?
- Oh shit.
- [Woman] Georgie, can
you get us some towels?
(toilet flushing)
♪ Get naked, get naked, get
naked, get naked, get naked ♪
(dramatic guitar music)
- [Maria] Shut the fuck up!
- Hey, hey, hey!
- Hey Georgie.
- Little Bitch?
(gun cocking)
- Why don't you join us?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Look, take our wallets.
- [Cutty] I'm not
here for your wallets.
Ladies, beat it.
Beat it!
(whimpering)
(dramatic music)
Okay, let's get down to it.
My name is Cutty, yes Cutty.
Contrary to popular belief,
it's not Little Bitch.
This is Maria.
I'm a hit man.
Maria's not quite a
hit man, hit person.
She's in my hit man
person internship program
and she is dying to
get her first kill.
What do you think, Maria?
- I hope so.
- Now, we were hired by your
associate Don Yossenberg
to whom you three owe $250,000.
And my next question
is, do you have it?
I didn't think so.
Bobbie, Georgie, and
Dougie the racist.
- I'm not a racist.
Oh you mean that wetback thing?
I was just kidding.
(gun cocking)
- [Cutty] And the rap?
- Oh that?
You know man, those
are just words.
- Just words huh?
- Yeah, words
don't mean nothing.
- Okay.
I'm gonna test your theory.
I'm gonna turn to
Maria and say kill him.
- Please don't do that.
- [Cutty] Why,
they're just words.
- Because she's gonna
kill me if you say that.
- That's the point.
Whether it be long term or
short term, words can kill.
- You racist bastard.
- Yeah!
- You guys are his buddies.
And you know what they say?
Walk like a duck,
talk like a duck.
- Must be a duck.
- Now I was just thinking
racists like to stereotype.
So we're gonna play
the stereotype game.
Maria, what is
something stereotypical
that you have heard
about white people?
- They can't dance,
they have no rhythm.
- Very good.
I don't think that's true,
but it is a stereotype.
Now I'm gonna give you guys
a chance to prove that wrong.
- How are you gonna do that?
- We're gonna have a
little dance contest.
The winner gets
to keep his life.
And there are no runners up.
- Look man--
- Dance!
(upbeat music)
Aw shit, sookie sookie now.
Look at this motherfucker.
I don't know Dougie,
you're fitting
the stereotype
pretty significantly.
You better step it up.
Come on Dougie,
come on, come on!
Go Dougie, go Dougie, go Dougie!
You ain't gonna make it.
(gun firing)
- Oh my God!
- Oh Jesus. (whimpering)
- Keep dancing!
Shoot a motherfucker
and everyone
wanna start calling on Jesus.
Put a bullet in
somebody and everybody
wanna start finding religion.
Sorry boys, it don't
work like that.
You're supposed to call
in before the trouble.
Too late now, the
devil's here already.
- Fuck.
- And the devil says dance,
you rhythmless bastard!
- [Maria And Cutty] Dance!
♪ Get naked, get naked,
get naked, get naked ♪
- I can't decide.
Maria?
You're gonna have to decide.
(whimpering)
(gun firing)
Congratulations Bobbie, you win.
And guess what you win.
The debt.
Mr. Yossenberg wants his
money by this time next week.
They say more heads
are better than one.
For your sake, I
hope that's not true.
(dramatic music)
(gasping)
- Let me get this straight,
you come into my office
insulting me, then you mention
that half a fag Mr. Cecil,
and that you're gonna kill me.
- [Bull] Mm-hmm.
- Is that correct, do I
have everything straight?
- That's about right.
Oh except for the fact that your
bodyguard's the one
that's gonna kill you.
- Amuse me.
- [Bull] Forget him.
- Okay Merlin.
You don't mind if
I call you Merlin?
Because you have to be a fucking
magician to pull this one off.
- Well every
magician's tricks are
just well choreographed plans.
Except for that
motherfucker that be
walking down the
street floating.
You ever see that guy?
He walks down the street, he
does a couple card tricks,
the next thing you
know this motherfucker
just start floating on your ass.
That motherfucker is possessed.
- Oh yeah, I've seen that guy.
Holy shit boss, it is amazing.
Like he gets up so high,
I've seen it on TV,
I'm telling you--
- Just shut the fuck
up, you fucking ashtray.
- Boss, why you gotta call
me an inanimate object?
- Because you are
an inanimate object.
You are an ashtray,
you are a rock,
you are a block of cheese,
you are a potato chip,
you are a boot heel,
you are a blinker.
You are the gooey shit
in the corner of my eye
before I wash my
face in the morning.
Now out of all of
those inanimate objects
I just mentioned,
none of them, I repeat
none of them talk.
So why don't you behave
like a good little
inanimate object and
shut the fuck up?
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry guys.
I kinda gotta be somewhere.
- Of course, you were going to
explain your magic
trick to us all.
Please continue.
- Okay, thank you.
First thing they teach
you in gangster school
is don't be a creature of habit.
And you two guys
are exactly that.
And you ask me how I know.
I broke in here
about two weeks ago,
hid me a little camera right
over there in the planter.
- What's up with all
this secret shit?
Why don't you just
come in here and blast?
- I blast, you blast, stupid
ass Lou starts blasting,
noisy, messy, police.
- So what, you watched
us for two weeks.
- Well you say if you know a
man's habits, he's easy to get.
Lou, you come in every
morning about 8 o'clock,
have yourself a big tall glass
of milk and some cookies.
Sam, coffee, bran muffin.
Guess you're trying
to stay regular.
Mr. Brock, old Brockie poo.
You don't really have a
favorite morning drink.
So I couldn't get you.
- Okay, how?
- You're gonna love this one.
(upbeat drumming music)
Poison.
(dramatic music)
I got this fuckin'
poison off the internet.
Odorless and tasteless.
(laughing)
The milk and coffee, I put
it in the milk and coffee.
- [Sam] Oh my God.
- Oh no.
(laughing)
- I don't believe
this fucking shit.
- Don't believe it?
Boo!
- What'd you do that for?
- Just had to get
your heart rate up.
Helps the poison work quicker.
- Oh my God.
Oh boss, boss I'm really
gonna die, help me boss.
I'm gonna die.
- [Brock] Lou, are you scared?
- Yeah.
- [Brock] Is your
heart beating fast?
- Yeah.
- [Brock] Do you feel anything?
- No.
- Of course you don't,
he's bullshitting you.
- He is?
- Unfortunately, yes he is.
Mr. Bull, you can't
bullshit a bullshitter.
- I'll break your fucking neck.
- So you boys have no patience.
- I'm tired of all
this small talk.
Let's just get rid
of this asshole.
- That was really wrong
what you did to Lou.
And for that, I think
I'll let him shoot you.
Lou, take care of him.
(gagging)
(choking)
- Oh shit!
- Sam, better watch that
heart rate. (laughing)
(yelling and convulsing)
Hey Brock, I don't bullshit.
And to show you that I don't
bullshit, I got the antidote.
(coughing)
Lou, Lou, Lou, Lou.
Hold on, hold on baby.
(gasping)
Throw it up, throw it up.
There.
(coughing)
- Oh my God.
What the fuck did
you do that for?
It hurt so bad, so
fucking painful.
- And they say that it feels
like your insides are melting.
- Nah, no, it's much
worse than that.
I'd rather be hit by
a fucking bus again
than go through that
again. (coughing)
- What the fuck is
wrong with him now?
- It's happening, it's
happening, it's happening.
Why's it happening again?
- I can answer that, Lou.
I only gave you one third of
the antidote that you need.
- Why did you do that?
- I just wanted to
show old Sam here
that I do have the antidote
and that it does work.
(coughing)
(game beeping)
- Oh my God!
- They say that
shit is bad news.
(chuckling)
So, Sam.
I guess it's time
to test that theory.
- What?
- You know when Brock said just
ask and you'll make it happen?
(laughing) I'm fucking with you.
Let me go get you this
antidote, big man.
You want me to get
you the antidote?
- Please hurry and
get the antidote.
- You know I need you to do
something for me first though.
You know what it is, don't you?
What you think it is?
- Kill Brock.
- (laughing) Brock, you
weren't kidding about this guy.
This is one smart motherfucker.
- Don't do it, Sam.
(laughing)
- Sam, I understand
it's your job,
but it's gone a little bit
beyond that at this point.
I mean, I'm gonna kill this
little motherfucker anyway.
Even if I have to do
it with my bare hands.
So he's doomed, and Sam really,
do you think he
would do it for you?
- We'll work it out, Sam.
- How the fuck you gonna work
it out now I got the antidote?
See that's what
I'm talking about,
he don't give a fuck about you.
- That's not true, Sam.
- Sam, you've got poison
in your ass right now.
- Shoot him!
And take the antidote!
- Brock, I ain't stupid.
The antidote is in my
car a few blocks away
which brings up another
fucking interesting point
which is time and how
little of it you have.
Now if you don't wanna go
through that excruciating pain
like Lou here so
eloquently described,
it hurts, it feels like
a bus hit you again,
then you better G up and put
a hole in this motherfucker.
(dramatic music)
- Sorry Brock.
- Sorry Brock.
(gun firing)
Well done.
Give me the gun, bro.
- Please, hurry
with the antidote.
- Man, I didn't poison you.
- What?
Why?
- Man, the motherfuckers
on the internet,
they only sent me
enough for one person
and that shit took
three weeks to get here.
That's why I hate ordering
shit on the internet.
- You mean.
- I mean the only poison
I used on you is my words.
Have a nice day, bro.
(upbeat rap music)
♪ Some West Coast shit give
it up for the Westside ♪
♪ Til we die, slide
with me, bounce bounce ♪
♪ For the East Coast, yeah give
it on up for the Eastside ♪
- Cutty.
Six Times Eddie.
- [Six] What's up, cuz.
- Why you have to cuz me, blood?
- I mean like cuz,
like what's up cousin.
- Well I mean blood
like I'm gonna
bleed your ass if
you keep cuzzing.
- Wait a minute, nigga,
I ain't set you up.
I'm just representing.
I'm a Crip, that's
what we do, we cuz.
- Well I'm a Westside
Pirate Street gangster.
And we Blood, and
that's what we do,
we blood all
motherfucking day long.
- And?
- And I don't like Crips.
- Well I don't like slobs.
(laughing)
- What's happening, Blood?
- Shut up, cuz.
- You guys are stupid.
(Six mumbling)
Better than your ugly ass.
- So what's up Cutty,
you talk to Herman yet?
- Yeah, the feds got him
in solitary at Folsom.
But the homies still
got the word for him.
- [Six] Shit.
- Gangsters can make
anything happen.
- That's right.
- Basically he's
got two jobs for us.
- [Bull] Two?
I thought it was one.
- It was at first, but now
he wants us to watch his wife
because he thinks there's gonna
be an attempt on her life.
- Who wants to smoke her?
- Apparently his other boss.
- Oh, while he's
all into reserves,
somebody trying to take
historic possession, huh?
- Exactly.
- I'm here with the witness,
I ain't babysitting though.
- No shit, any chick I
babysit, basically I'm fucking.
And I'm just being
real about that.
- I figured you guys
would feel like that,
but I ain't got not problem
making that extra 50.
- So, (mumbling)
with the witness.
I ain't babysitting, cuz.
- Hold up, I respect
you, I really do.
But you gonna have to find a
way to quit cuzzing me, blood.
- Dude, cuz why you
all uptight and shit?
You need a bran
muffin or something.
- I ain't all uptight, homie.
All I'm saying is can't
you just respect me
and stop using that
fucking word around me?
- We just had that conversation.
I'm a Crip, and every now
and then it's gonna slip out.
Start a feud again.
- Well I tell you what.
Every now and then
I'm gonna fuck you up
and you just gonna
have to deal with that.
- I guess I'm gonna deal
with it, in my own way.
- Six, if I have to fuck you up,
the only way you're
gonna deal with it
is by saying ouch, help,
get this nigga off me.
- Homie, are we
banging or moneymaking?
- Moneymaking.
- Moneymaking, always.
- Like I said, how are you
gonna help with the witness?
Babysitting.
- The witness is
a gangster party.
The babysitting is a side gig.
And that's why I
had my intern do it.
- [Bull] Who?
- Maria.
(sighing)
- Let's gangster.
♪ I just wanna one on one
♪ We just need to
have some fun ♪
♪ We can take a cruise for two
♪ I just wanna one on one
♪ I know you're working
hard from nine to five ♪
- Why do you keep staring at me?
- I was told to watch you.
- I don't think they
meant it literally.
Besides, I can take
care of myself.
- Sure you can.
- What is that supposed to mean?
- It means a little
rich girl like yourself
can barely take care
of making coffee.
- I don't need to take
this, I'm done with this.
- Me too.
- What is your problem?
- I was told to keep
an eye on you, okay?
That means wherever
you go, I go.
Whatever you do, I do, I'm
your shadow, get used to it.
- Whatever.
(smooth R&B music)
Hey, I just wanted
to say I'm sorry.
I know you're just
watching my back.
- We're cool.
(dramatic music)
(groaning)
(gun firing)
- What the hell is going on?
- Do you have a big
pair of scissors?
(coughing)
Sylvia!
- What?
- A big pair of scissors,
do you have any?
- Yes, why?
- Because we're going
to cut his balls off.
- What?
Oh no we're not.
- Look.
We've gotta send these
fuckers a message
when they do
something like this.
- And?
- And when you cut
a guy's balls off,
that makes them
think you're psycho.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, and when they think
you're psycho, then they think
twice before doing
something like this again.
- [Sylvia] We're not cutting
this guy's balls off.
- Hello, this guy just
tried to kill you.
- It's not my balls cutting
off day today, sorry.
- It's really not that hard.
All you have to do is just
pull up the two little fuckers
and just snip,
snip, snip, snip--
- Maria!
Thank you, but no thanks.
- You sure?
- I think the big
corkscrew in his chest
and the big bullet hole in
his head is message enough.
- Think so?
- Yes, I think so.
(upbeat rap music)
- [Six] What's happening, cuz?
- [Bull] Blood, you gonna
get enough of cuzzing me.
- I'm telling you, you tripping
off that blood and cuz shit.
- [Six] Fuck you Cutty.
I'm gonna tell you
the reason why.
I just seen your ass fuck
up some little ese dude
who was spray painting
all over your set.
- That's because
he's disrespecting
the whole hood doing that shit.
- Exactly, it's stupid,
just as stupid as me and him
tripping off cuz and blood shit.
- It's a cycle.
- What's that?
- A cycle.
- What do you mean?
- Gang banging, shit
is like brainwashing.
The homies is like family.
- Well mine was.
- Mine too.
- That's what I'm saying,
most of us was brought up
in single parent homes with
one parent that was working,
was working so fucking hard
that you never even seen them.
And that's when evil slips in.
Here come the homies.
Well what they consider
love, support, protection,
in a normal home, that's what
the mother and father does.
Now the homies is taking on
the role of the
mother and father.
And where do we learn
our normalcy from.
- The mother and father.
- The homies.
- Exactly, so if the homies
is Blood and Crippin',
killing, doing drugs,
whatever, to you it's normal.
And now some motherfucker
wanna roll up on you
and tell you stop loving the
homies, the homies is evil?
They don't understand
that you got
mommy and daddy love
for these niggas, dog!
And how many motherfuckers
you know you can roll up on
and tell 'em stop loving your
mother, your daddy is evil?
And that's what
they're up against,
and that's what they
don't understand.
And it's gonna take
more than a just slogan.
- [Six] Just slogan?
- Yeah you know, just
do it, just say no.
That shit may sell shoes
but it don't save souls.
- [Six] What do you
think the answer is?
- Blood, I dunno!
- Cuz, you're the one
getting all philosophical!
- Motherfucker, if I
didn't don't you think
I'd be killing
people for a living?
- I think there's prevention.
You got to get to them young.
Because if you wait too
long it'll be too late.
And once they get like
us, it's too late.
(phone ringing)
- Cutty.
Someone just tried to bake
a cake with big flour.
- Really?
Hold on.
- Someone just tried
to kill Sylvia.
Well big or?
- In house.
Pretty sure.
- Hey, who was it?
- She thinks it might be
someone in the organization.
- Was he black, white,
Spanish, or what?
- Hey the Spiderman,
is it vanilla,
chocolate, or butterscotch?
- Butterscotch.
- Spanish.
How are your cakes?
- My cakes are good baby.
- You get your cakes over
to break in number three
and you meet me
there in 30 minutes.
- I'm on my way.
- Where we going?
- Herman's lawyer's house.
- Damn, you got a
lawyer too, dog?
- Me and Herman go way back.
This is not just another
job, this is my friend.
- Is that where we get
the cheese from though?
- Yes.
- Definitely.
Let's go to the lawyer's house.
(mellow hip hop beats)
(dramatic Latin guitar music)
- You know we're gonna do
everything in our power
to bring your husband, my
friend, back home to you.
(dramatic music)
- Thank you, Francisco.
I just miss him so much.
He's my whole life.
- I know.
Hey.
I know.
(doorbell ringing)
Excuse me.
- Maria, do you want
something to drink?
- Oh yeah, of course.
- Francisco, hi.
Good to see you again my friend.
- Indeed, indeed it is.
- [Cutty] Francisco,
this is Six.
- Six.
- [Cutty] And the Bull.
- Bull.
Gentlemen, please
come in and sit down.
Can I offer you guys
something to drink?
- [Six] Yeah, give me some 'nac.
- Pardon me?
- Cognac.
- [Cutty] I'll have the same.
- Okay, alright, three cognacs.
- Damn Maria, you look
fine as a motherfucker.
- What's up, Bull?
- What's up, Maria?
- Thought you were gonna call.
- [Cutty] Sorry.
- [Six] I can call you, Maria.
- I didn't ask you
to call me, Six.
- You didn't ask me not to call.
- [Maria] Don't call me, Six.
- Ain't that a bitch.
Why are you all over his nuts?
- [Maria] I don't
get on nuts, okay?
I cut 'em off.
- You know she does.
- And who are you?
- This is Herman's wife Sylvia.
- Damn, fine ones
is always taken.
- Oh, I'm sorry, ladies, did
you want something to drink?
- No.
- No thank you.
- Okay.
- Hey, speak on the cheese.
- Francisco, we need
to talk about payment.
- Of course.
Ladies, would you
please excuse us?
- [Sylvia] Francisco,
is everything okay?
- Everything's fine.
Okay, let me get the checkbook.
- Francisco, did you
just say checkbook?
- Yes.
- Hell no.
- [Francisco] Excuse me?
- I'm sorry, what my friend
is trying to say is hell no!
- Francisco, you know we only
deal with cash on these things.
- Yeah, look, when the
FBI raided Herman's home,
they found his safe and they
confiscated all of the cash.
All we have now is
the Swiss accounts.
Come on now Cutty, you know
we're good for it, right?
- Man, you considering this?
- [Cutty] Come on man.
- Cutty, what do I look like?
A man that'll take cash only?
Or a motherfucker that'd kill
somebody than accept a check?
Do you need a hint?
(sighing)
- Six, these people
are my friends.
They are men of
respect and honor.
If they say it's
okay, it's okay.
- Sir, sir, I assure you, you
will get your money, okay?
Look, all that
we're gonna do here
is write a check from
our front company
to your front company and
say it's for supplies.
You do have a front
company, don't you?
- [Cutty] I have one.
- [Six] I have one.
- Okay, well great.
So who do I make
the check out to?
- [Six] Put it into my account.
- That's okay, I trust you.
- [Six] Yeah you better,
'cause I'm trusting you.
(dramatic music)
(upbeat hip hop beats)
- Oh yeah, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Oh yeah, I likes that, baby.
Oh, take it off, baby, oh
just like that yeah, damn.
Ooh, that's good.
Oh yeah, take it off
baby, take it off.
Oh yeah.
- Asshole!
- [Al] You know you like it!
- Cut it out, Al.
- What?
Hey Walter, you see
the rack on that one?
- No comment.
- Steve, you look like a
tit man, what'd you think?
- I think we should keep
it professional, Al.
- What are you, a
faggot or something?
- Hey watch your mouth, Al.
- Let me get this straight.
We got four guys in a
small space here, right?
Then we get a hot chick in
there with a nice pair of tits
and all you can say to me is
let's keep it professional, Al?
Well Al says you're
a fucking faggot.
- Come on, keep testing me.
- We don't need this, Al.
- I've been watching
this fucking guy, man.
- What do you mean
you've been watching me?
- [Al] Why'd you turn
the heat up earlier?
- 'Cause I was cold.
- Yeah right.
- What do you mean, yeah right?
I was cold so I
turned up the heat.
- You sure you didn't want it
to get nice and
toasty in here, huh?
Maybe a little too
toasty so maybe
we'd start taking
off our shirts?
- What?
- Hey, what does the
FBI mean to you, huh?
Fart box insurer?
- Hey, hey, take it
easy, take it easy guys.
(knocking on door)
(guns cocking)
Who's there?
(birds chirping)
All clear.
- Well maybe it was
some kid or something.
- Yeah.
Hey maybe it was
the Village People
looking for their
construction worker, huh?
- Look, I'm not gay you asshole.
- [Al] I know, you're not gay.
But your boyfriend is.
- Look, I'm getting
sick of this shit.
(struggling and yelling)
- Who is in charge?
- Hey, whoa.
Hey whoa.
- [Walter] Who are you?
- You better say something fast
before I blow your
fucking head off, buddy.
- Al, shut up, who are you?
- Agent 55, witness protection.
- [Walter] Show me some ID.
- Slowly!
- Al, shut up!
Why are you yelling?
- Intimidation factor.
- You're not
intimidating little man,
please, speak in
your inside voice.
- Agent 55, we've
been waiting for you.
- No shit, it's about time.
- Where's the witness?
- She's in the bathroom.
- Why's there no
one watching her?
There's no one watching her?
- Hey I tried watching her.
- You guys are amateurs.
Let's go.
- Get out of here you pervert.
Can't you see I'm
trying to take a bath?
- You can either stay
in here and take a bath
and die or come
with me and live.
(groaning)
- [Al] Hey, what's
the rush, buddy?
- My rush is this
witness is being hunted
by professional assassins
who think killing is a job.
And they're open for business.
And business seems
to be pretty good.
- [Bill] No one
knows where we are.
- Someone always knows,
someone always talks.
That's why government
invented me.
Time to go, I suggest
you guys do the same.
- Man, the DA's on his way to
get the witness's statement.
- Henry Valentine?
- Yeah.
- Tell him to meet
me at the same place
we met for the Rosenberg
case, he'll know where it is.
- Man, that guy takes his job
way too fucking seriously.
Hey Bill, want to
play some blackjack?
- Alright.
- Deal me in.
- Steve, you wanna play or what?
- He wants to play
five card stud.
(laughing)
(dramatic hip hop music)
- Shit.
- What is it?
- (mumbling) They're here.
- Who?
- [Steve] The hit men!
- What's your
problem, fudge packer?
- What?
- There's no one
out there, Steve.
Where'd they go?
- [Walter] Where did who go?
- What, did your ex
boyfriend slap you
around a bit too
much, huh big guy?
- I'm tired of your shit.
- Hey!
(men mumbling and struggling)
(gun firing)
- The FBI, oh shit.
(laughing)
- Would you highly
skilled professionals
mind putting your
guns on the table?
(whistling)
Cutty?
- Hey get over
there on the couch.
- [Bill] All of us?
- What, are you
special or something?
- No, I'm just saying
it's a love seat.
- What's that mean?
- Well it's designed
only for two people.
We could take a chair on
put one on either side
and then two people
could sit in the chairs
and two people could
sit on the love seat.
- And I'm not
sitting next to him.
- Go on, get your asses over on
that couch before
I start blasting.
- So.
You know why we're here, right?
- We ain't got no idea.
(gun firing)
- So, you know why
we're here, right?
- [All] The witness.
- [Six] Party coordinator.
- [Bill] What?
- What do we do?
(groovy music)
- Well, DA's on the way
over, you should kidnap him.
I'll answer the door,
you wait in the bushes,
and you get him from behind.
(groaning)
- Ow!
What are you doing?
- Where did you get this?
- The store!
- When?
- I don't remember.
- When?
- I don't remember!
Lighten up.
- If I lighten up, you die.
You don't eat or drink anything
unless I say so, you understand?
Do you understand?
- Yes!
(dramatic music)
I'm hungry.
- Here.
- What's this, wood chips?
- That's all natural granola.
- It looks like wood chips.
Tastes like wood chips.
- Oh shit, that is the,
oh, that's wood chips.
- Oh my God!
- This is granola.
- Asshole.
- Oh, I'm just
trying to lighten up.
(dramatic music)
Get in the car, get in the car.
Get in the car!
- [Karyn] Why?
- [Agent 55] Get in there.
- Well look who's just in
time for the festivities.
(laughing)
- Where's the DA?
- There's some of him.
(laughing)
- Where's my witness?
- That's what you're
just in time for.
(whimpering)
- [Karyn] Please!
Please!
(phone ringing)
- Don't worry honey,
it ain't gonna hurt.
I'm a professional.
- Wait!
- What?
- The check bounced.
- You're bullshitting.
- I don't understand.
- You don't understand?
These are my friends.
They are men of integrity,
honor, and respect.
- I don't believe this.
Look, let's just do the hit
and I promise you,
you'll get your money.
- No, ain't nothing happening
til we get paid first, homie.
- What are we supposed to
do, ride around with them?
- Yeah.
- But we can't ride
around with two people
tied up in the
backseat of the car.
- Homie, homie, I'm
with Six on this one.
I mean, we trusted you,
your friends fucked up.
I ain't mad at you dog but I'm
with my boy Six on this one.
- Well I'm mad at you,
so you need to call
your honorable friends and
tell them if they don't have
my money I'm gonna walk this
bitch in the courtroom myself.
- [Karyn] Who you
calling a bitch?
- [Six] What?
- [Karyn] I said, who
you calling a bitch?
- [Six] You, bitch!
- [Karyn] I ain't no bitch.
- You better shut up.
- [Karyn] I'll shut up,
but I ain't no bitch.
- Say something else.
Some one more damn
word and I swear,
I'll donate a killing!
- Let's just go back to my
place and we'll work this out.
- Alright, let's roll.
(dramatic hip hop music)
Watch your head.
Ooh, shit.
Cutty you be having
some ball ass knives.
I wanna kill a motherfucker
with this, homie.
Where you get this shit from?
- Don't do that.
- Alright.
Hey you got something to eat?
- Sit down and shut up!
Cutty, call your boy and
get this shit handled.
- Wait a minute,
you need to hold up.
- Hold on, (speaking quickly).
- Hold up motherfucker.
Be coming over to my house,
barking orders at me?
And I know my boys fucked
up and I'm gonna fix that.
But right now, you need
to slow your roll, Six.
- You hear that shit, Bull?
- [Bull] You are being
kinda disrespectful, dog.
- But the check bounced!
- I understand that, that's
why I see your point.
But I'm sure the homie will
make sure we get paid, right?
- Are you Swiss or something?
Why you gotta always be neutral?
- I ain't Swiss or
nothing, I'm just saying,
I'm sure the homie gonna
make sure we get paid.
- Exactly.
(dramatic music)
- Yeah.
You're all crazy as shit.
I swear, I'll fucking shoot
everybody in the fucking house.
- What you talking about, Six?
- Talking about y'all passing
a box of cheese and shit.
Fuck that, I'm
gonna get mine, cuz.
Why you bomb on me, Bull?
- I bombed on you
for two reasons.
One, I told you to
quit cuzzing me.
Two, you talking about shooting
everybody in the
motherfucking house.
I'm in the house, so you're
talking about shooting me.
So fuck you.
- Six, just look at it
like you got fucked,
and you got handled,
and it's over.
- I can do that.
Make that your last time
you bomb on me, fool.
- I can do that.
- Let me call my people.
Tonight we're gonna
take care of it, okay?
Everything's gonna--
- Wait, hold on.
Can I give my bomb back?
- What?
- Can I give my bomb back?
- Fool, I'm not gonna just
sit here and let you hit me.
- We're friends right?
- Yeah.
- Well, I think I was
taken advantage of.
And the only way we
can remain friends
is you let me give my bomb back.
So can I give my bomb back?
- Alright, but don't
be trying to hit me--
- Thank you, now Cutty,
what was you saying?
- What I was saying was tonight
I'm gonna handle
everything, okay?
Everything--
(knocking on door)
Who is it?
(dramatic music)
- [Man] Delivery
for Bobby Argoza.
- [Cutty] What is this?
- I just deliver 'em, buddy.
(grunting)
That sure is a big box.
I had to carry that thing all
the way up the stairs myself.
Damn.
(groaning)
But anything for the customer.
- [Six] You want a tip?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Okay.
- It's customary.
- [Six] Why don't you tip
your ass out the door before I
take this nine and start putting
a few bullets in your ass?
- Oh, thank you!
- The fuck is this?
- So, I see you're
pretty good at
this witness
protection thing, huh?
Let's see, first, you
feed me wood chips.
Then you get us kidnapped.
And from what I gather, the
only thing that has kept us
alive for a few hours
longer is a bounced check.
Now unless you made
that check bounce,
I suggest you make a
serious career change.
- I'll get us out of this.
- Oh, you will?
Well if you can shit out
a miracle, I suggest you
take some Ex-Lax because
we need one right now!
(grunting)
- Who the fuck is this?
Herman?
Oh, that's some crazy shit,
that's some crazy shit homie.
You mailed yourself
out of prison!
- [Cutty] Are you okay?
- Yes, yes, I'm okay.
- [Cutty] How long
you been in there?
- Two days, I should
have overnight myself.
- How the fuck did you mail
yourself out of prison?
- Prison has a program
for its trustees.
Fix appliances such
as refrigerators,
washers, dryers, et cetera.
They fix 'em, and once
they get good at it,
they let them do it
for money and the major
appliance companies send
them their broken appliances
to fix for about $2
an hour, we fix them,
and then they mail them back.
One of my loyal men
works on the inside.
He set the whole thing up.
- Brilliant.
- Definitely.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, very
clever, Jack in the box.
My question is, what's up
with the bounced check?
- Cutty, what is this
rude man talking about?
- The check Francisco
gave us bounced.
- What check?
You're supposed to
be paid in cash.
- He says the FBI
got all the cash.
And then that was the way.
We got the witnesses
tied up in the back room.
As soon as we get
paid, we can finish up.
- My wife okay?
- She's fine, I got one of my
people watching her right now.
- Thank you, my friend.
Alright let's get back to my
house and I'll get your cash.
- Man, that's the first place
they'll be looking for you.
- No, I have a secret
house that only
my wife and me know about,
that's where I keep the money.
- You guys wanna
wait til I get back?
- Hell no.
- Uh-uh.
- I'm going to the cheese.
- Look, we all go, we
take the witnesses,
we get the cheese, and we handle
the witnesses, and we out.
- I'm with that.
- That okay with you?
- Yeah, that's fine with me.
- I'll go get the
truck from around back.
- Bathroom?
Bathroom.
(dramatic music)
- [Herman] I'll be right back.
I have to keep my safe a secret.
- I understand.
- Can you call your people,
tell them to have my
wife meet me over here.
- Yeah, sure.
(upbeat rock music)
Maria.
Maria slow down, what happened?
- She's gone, Sylvia's gone.
- What happened?
- I came out of the
bathroom and she was gone.
- How long ago?
- About an hour.
- How, why did you wait
so long to call me?
- I was trying to
find her because
I didn't want you
to be mad at me.
- Get your ass over
here right now.
- You're not mad at me, are you?
- Maria, just get your ass here.
We're at 2343 Oak
Street off of Main.
- What's wrong?
- Sylvia's missing.
(mumbling)
What's he trying to say?
- What are you, what
are you trying to say?
- That car has been following us
ever since we left your place.
- [Bull] Back there?
- Why are you trying to help us?
They're probably the feds.
- They're not the feds.
Whoever it is is coming to
get everybody in this van.
You guys aren't very
good at this, are you?
- Shut the fuck up.
- Who do you think it is?
- I think it's the feds.
- [Bull] Nah, if it was the
feds he wouldn't have warned us.
He'd just let 'em
sneak up on us.
- Then who is it?
- I don't know, let's just
sit tight for a minute.
- [Cutty] Fuck.
(funky music)
♪ Guilty is written
all over your face ♪
♪ The lies you can never erase
♪ Said that it was
once never twice ♪
- [Herman] Sylvia.
- Herman.
Jesus.
- [Herman] How could you?
(dramatic music)
- Girl's gotta look out
for her best interests.
- Let's face it,
Herman, you got weak.
That's why your own organization
is trying to overthrow you.
- And I'm not going
down with you, Herman.
You got me used to the
finer things in life
and I'm not going back.
- But don't you love me?
- I loved that
strong, independent,
ambitious man you used to be.
- Do you love me?
- Actually, I hate
everything about you.
- Baby, baby go get dressed.
- Okay, what should I wear?
- Go put on some
traveling clothes, okay?
'Cause we're gonna
get out of here.
- Okay.
- So Herman, how
did you get out?
- You should be worried about
how I'm going to kill you.
- Am I missing
something here, Herman?
I have the gun.
(Herman mumbling)
See, see, that's
the problem Herman.
You don't know
when you're licked.
You don't know
when to walk away.
It's all over for you.
Herman, I got your gun, I got
your money, I got your girl.
- Everything you just
mentioned has been my curse.
Those three things
have put me in
the situation I'm in right now.
Standing in front of a man with
a gun ready to take my life.
And I will gladly give my life.
Because of the loss
of those three things,
I pass this curse onto you.
And soon you will find
yourself in the same situation.
- [Sylvia] How's this, baby?
- It's beautiful, baby, you
better go get the money.
Herman, listen to me.
If you try to follow
us, I'm sorry Herman,
I'm gonna have to kill you.
- Whoa wait, what do you mean?
You know you have
to kill him, right?
- Let me handle this okay?
- Baby, I'll let you handle it.
But you know you
have to do this.
- Look at him, baby, look,
he's a man on the run, okay?
He's got no money, he's got
no gun, he can't hurt us.
- Francisco, don't be an idiot.
He'll figure out a way
to find us and kill us.
What is wrong with you?
- I'm thinking, baby, okay?
I'm not a killer.
- It's not about killing,
it's about surviving.
If you don't kill
him, he kills you.
- She's right, Francisco.
I will find you and kill you.
On the other hand, you're
right, you're not a killer.
So what do you do?
(dramatic music)
- See, he's getting
in your head.
- Be quiet, okay?
- Better do it, you'd
better pull that trigger
'cause if you don't
I will hunt you down
and gut you like
the swine you are.
- I'll do it.
- No, no, no!
(gun firing)
(dramatic music)
- Oh, oh Herman,
listen to me, Herman.
Herman, I wasn't
gonna shoot you.
Herman, I really
wasn't gonna shoot you.
You know that, right?
Herman?
(whimpering)
You know I really
wasn't gonna shoot you.
- I know.
(gun firing)
(groaning)
(somber music)
(dramatic music)
(sobbing)
She's gone.
- What happened?
We heard gunshots.
- [Herman] She's gone.
(sobbing)
(dramatic music)
(mumbling through gags)
- Where are they now?
- [Herman] They're upstairs.
- Did you get the money?
What?
- I'll go get the money.
You guys have to put
him in the car for me.
- Remember me?
Don't even try it.
- What the fuck is that?
- That's a Sam.
- Is he a good guy or a bad guy?
- We're all bad guys.
- Is he a bad guy
or a worse guy?
- Definitely a worse guy.
- You killed Brock.
- [Bull] First of all bro,
what the fuck are you wearing?
- Why don't you come
take it off of me?
- That's alright
dog, keep it on.
Sam, it was just a
paycheck bro, get over it.
- I am over it.
When Brock's friends hired me
to kill you, I gladly accepted.
- Maria!
(gun firing)
No!
(guns firing)
(dramatic rap music)
(guns firing)
(sirens blaring in distance)
- Maria, Maria!
Maria!
Maria!
(engine starting)
- What you doing dog?
- I'm over here
bleeding to death.
(laughing)
- Me too.
Shit.
I'm cold (mumbling).
- I'm freezing.
- I know we ain't
got that much longer.
(stuttering)
- Why do you say that?
(laughing)
- We're out in the
desert, 95 degrees,
and we talking about
we cold. (laughing)
Hey.
Alright then, cuz.
- (mumbling) blood.
(wind howling)
(dramatic music)
- Sylvia.
(gun firing)
(upbeat music)
- So did you have
all that planned?
- To the T.
(laughing)
- You must have gone through
some intensive training
to be tied up with
a gag in your mouth
and watch those guys
shoot each other up.
- Very intense
training, (mumbling).
(laughing)
(speaking quickly under
music and rocks crunching)
(upbeat rap music)
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
(upbeat rap music)
♪ Grab ahold of your soul
♪ Watch out don't lose control
(man rapping)
♪ Bitch a holocaust
is what we live in ♪
♪ Different religions,
inaccurate decisions for money ♪
♪ The plot thickens
♪ The plot sickens,
mankind, civilization ♪
♪ This wicked nation
(man rapping)
♪ Keep my eyes on the prize
say what and still I rise ♪
♪ Til I die, life or death,
right or wrong, good or evil ♪
♪ God or the devil
(man rapping)
♪ Score settled for all my
peoples in every ghetto ♪
♪ Feel the strength
of the hood ♪
♪ I feel the strength
of the ghetto ♪
♪ Focus the mental
and think of ♪
♪ All the things
you've been through ♪
♪ What direction
you're headed in ♪
♪ And where it's gonna get you
♪ Living life for what it is
(man rapping)
♪ Thaddeus the fabulous
♪ Like Maximus, a soldier
til the end of time ♪
♪ Kicking around trying to
keep this hit in your mind ♪
(man rapping)
♪ Sick of the times
and revelations ♪
♪ And for Satan and his
demons he keeps hating ♪
♪ Until I let this ball drop,
I best be strong, live for ♪
(woman singing)
(ominous music)
- Please, please, please.
Please.
(whimpering)
No man, please, don't
kill me, don't kill me.
(whimpering)
Please, I didn't do it.
(stuttering)
I'm offering you for free,
everything, anything you want.
Okay, I didn't do
it, come on, please.
Please don't. (gentle sobbing)
Please.
(yelling)
(screaming)
(gasping)
(screaming)
- Oh my, oh my God.
(dramatic music)
(tide gently crashing)
♪ I just wanna one on one
♪ We just need to
have some fun ♪
♪ We can take a cruise for two
- [Sylvia] Hey baby.
- (sighing) How's
my beautiful wife?
- Good, now that my
handsome husband's home.
(sighing)
(moaning and giggling)
- What you want to do,
hard boil yourself?
- Actually, why don't you
come in, get us some drinks?
You know what, I'm
mad at you though.
(laughing)
- What did I do?
- You left so
early this morning.
You never gave me
a kiss goodbye.
(laughing)
- I'm so sorry, I had
some work to take care of.
- Well actually now you have
some more work to take care of.
- Oh yeah?
I do.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Yeah.
What?
(dramatic music)
Why did you wait
so long to call me?
What are the charges?
How bad?
- What's wrong?
- Alright, listen,
the police are here.
- What?
- Alright?
(sirens blaring)
I need you, you know where
I keep my secret
black book, right?
- Yeah.
- I need you to get it.
I need you to get it and find
the number under the name Cutty.
- Cutty?
- Yes, yes,
you tell him that I'm
arrested for murder.
- What?
- You tell him.
- No!
- You tell him
that there's a witness, alright?
- Okay.
- You tell him I need
a gangster party.
- Okay.
(voices on police radio)
- [Police Officer] Herman
Delgato, you are under arrest
for the murder of Tony Alvarado.
You have the right
to remain silent.
You have the right
to an attorney.
If you cannot
afford an attorney,
one will be appointed to you.
If you give up this
right, anything you say
can and will be used against
you in a court of law.
(dramatic music)
(siren blaring)
(upbeat rap music)
♪ It's real real
♪ It's real real
(fast paced rapping)
(dramatic music)
- Agent 19, Agent 37,
Agent Number One.
- Sir we apologize
for the accommodations
but this is something
that takes on
the highest priority
of top secret.
- I understand.
- [Agent Number One] We
called you here because
you are our best agent
in witness protection.
- Agent, do you know this man?
- [Agent 55] Herman
Delgato, biggest dope dealer
in the Western Hemisphere.
- Through various informants--
- [Agent 19] Dead informants.
- [Agent Number
One] We discovered
a plot in Mr. Delgato's ranks.
- Some of his other
bosses planned
to overthrow him and we
learned of the anarchy.
- [Agent Number One] He
started killing other bosses.
- Now some of these other
bosses he had his privates kill.
But others, he was so
hurt by their betrayal,
he wanted them to see his face
when the death order
was carried out.
- Thus placing him at
the scene of the crime.
- [Agent 19] In his
latest (mumbling) on the
Upper West Side, we found
him in an apartment building.
- Stuck ice picks in each one of
the man's ears until
he touched his brains.
There was a 24
year old female who
fell asleep in her car after
a long night of partying.
She woke up to see
the whole thing.
She didn't recognize anyone else
but she did
recognize Mr. Delgato
from the news and other
criminal activities.
- I see you've
been watching CNN.
- [Agent 55] Is the
girl our only witness?
- Well, yeah.
- But--
- We believe Delgato was
going to hire three outside
assassins to deal with the
treason in his organization.
- Which three?
- [Agent 19] Three ex-gang
members turned hitmen.
- [Agent Number One] First
there's Bobby Argoza,
most notorious of the East
Los Angeles street gangs,
nicknamed Cutty, he
got his name from
the extensive use of
knives in his hits.
Much better to cut
you up than shoot you.
(dramatic music)
- [Agent 19] Eddie Lamar Evans,
Compton Crip AKA
Six Times Eddie.
He acquired his name
from his very first hit.
He was shot six times and
still completed his hit.
- [Agent Number One]
Francis Theodore Bradford,
Westside Pirate Street
Bloods, AKA the Bull.
He got his name due
to his size, strength,
and the fact that he
never stops going.
- [Agent 19] Agent,
are you with us?
- I don't know.
- [Agent Number One]
When will you know?
- (speaking quickly), I'm ready.
- Any one of these three
under normal circumstances
would be hired to
make this hit alone.
- Because of the
importance of this hit,
we believe Delgato
will hire all three.
As Agent 19 said, any one of
these men alone ensured that.
Gathered they are a precise,
effective killing machine.
- [Agent 19] Before you accept
or decline this mission,
Federal law obligates
us to give you
an estimated chance of survival.
There's a 95% chance you
won't survive this mission.
- [Agent Number One] Will
you take this mission?
- Yes.
(dramatic music)
- In the world of
organized crime,
they have a code name
for when these three
ex-gang members
do a hit together.
It's called gangster party.
(dramatic music)
(grunting)
- This is shit.
(grunting)
(wind howling)
Good morning, sleepy head.
I didn't think you were
ever gonna wake up.
Shit, we've been
driving all night.
- Where am I?
Who are you, man?
- You're in the Mojave
Desert, welcome.
They call me Six Times Eddie.
- Six Times Eddie, the hit man?
- You heard of me?
- My boss had me get your
number a couple days ago.
- Yeah?
That was for your ass.
- Al wants me dead?
Well why?
- Man, you don't have
to play stupid with me.
- Man, what the hell are
you talking about, man?
- You're fucking his wife,
that's what I'm talking about.
Oh yeah, he knew about that.
Man, you ever
watch mafia movies?
There's two rules, one, when
you go into a restaurant
and a guy asks to be excused
to go to the restroom,
your motherfucking
ass better be gone
when that motherfucker
comes out.
And second, don't fuck
the mafia boss's wife.
- Listen, I got an
envelope, a manila envelope.
It's got $100,000 in it, okay?
I'll take it to her,
you can have it,
just say you killed
me and I'll disappear,
I'll just disappear.
- [Six] Can't do it.
- Oh please, please, man!
I wanna live, I don't wanna die!
- [Six] I can't do it.
- Oh man, what are you talking
about man, it's $100,000!
- I already fucking got it!
- Oh shit.
Fuck, help, help!
Somebody help me!
Help me!
Somebody help me!
- Help, help, help,
please somebody help me!
Man, who you screaming for?
The lizard police?
'Cause that's the only
thing out here, dude.
- Oh man.
(engine starting)
(dramatic guitar music)
(wind howling)
- Oh shit it's hot.
- Please man, please
don't do this.
Please don't kill me
for following my heart.
- [Six] That's some weird shit.
- What?
- That's the same
thing your wife said.
- You killed Allison?
- Man, quit acting
like you cared
about her and you
did it for love.
- I did do it for
love, I did love her.
- You did it for pussy.
- Why, I did it for love!
- Pussy.
- Love!
- Pussy.
- What kind of an
animal are you, man?
- Animal, no, realist yes.
Don't feel bad, it
was some good pussy.
- No man, I did it for.
Hey man, how would you know?
- [Six] I fucked her.
- Oh Lord, is there no
end to this torture?
- Man, people are killing
and dying over this pussy.
I mean, I wanted to sample
it, can you blame me?
Just as I suspected,
it was some good pussy.
That's why you didn't
hear me come in the room.
You in there just getting yours.
I cracked your ass over
the head with a lamp,
now you're laid
out on the floor.
I'm looking at her big,
beautiful ass lying there, ooh.
Ooh-ee.
- So you raped her.
- Hey, I ain't no punk
ass faggot ass rapist.
She offered it to
me, she says please,
don't hurt me, I'll give
you anything you want.
I told her I want that.
And like a country
mother at dinnertime,
she said come and get it!
And this is where you
kinda made me mad.
I'm in there, I'm
tearing it up, ooh.
Your ass starts to wake up.
So I crash your ass
again with another lamp.
Make sure your
ass is really out.
And I went back to
tearing that ass up.
Ooh, ooh, turn over, ooh.
She had a big ass,
kinda like her sister.
- And then you killed her.
- Nah, I didn't kill her.
- You said you killed her.
- Hey I didn't say I killed
her, you said I killed her.
- So she's alive?
- How do you think
I got the $100,000?
I'll just say I killed
her and disappeared.
(energetic rock music)
(doorbell ringing)
- Who the fuck is that?
Go answer the fucking door.
Damn, who the, are you
guys expecting someone?
- I didn't hear shit.
- Hola, clean pool?
- Georgie.
- [Georgie] Who is it?
- It's a Mexican.
- What the fuck do you want?
- [Cutty] Clean pool.
- You're a day early, and
where's the normal guy?
- Sorry, no speak English.
- Hector motherfucker,
where's Hector?
- Hector? Mexico.
- Hector's in Mexico.
I guess it don't matter
who really cleans the pool.
So what's your name?
Your name-o?
What's your fucking name-o?
- Sorry, no speak English.
- You don't speak English.
So I guess I'm gonna
have to name you myself.
Your name is Little Bitch.
So come on in Little Bitch.
Hey everybody, I'd like
you to meet Little Bitch.
- Hey Little Bitch, how
you doing baby doll?
- He's here to clean the pool.
And in his spare
time, he sucks cock!
(laughing)
- LB!
- Now you're really a wetback.
The fuck you looking at
boy, you want some of me?
Want some of this?
- Clean pool.
- Yeah, clean the fucking pool!
Go!
- You are so fucking
out of control!
(laughing)
(cars honking)
(electronic beeping)
- Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay, I'll tell you what.
You say you didn't
know I was mad, huh?
Well you tell him if I
chopped off his wife's head,
would he know I was mad then?
Fucking dumbass suckers.
What are you doing?
- Nothing.
- Good.
- You know, I ain't
doing nothing.
- Nothing, actually
it's anything.
I'm not doing anything.
- Oh, you're not doing
nothing either? (laughing)
- You idiot, I'm trying
to teach you something,
you fucking doorknob.
- What'd I do?
- You know what, if you
lost one point on your IQ,
just one point, you'd
be a fucking key ring.
Now turn that thing off.
- Oh boss, I was just about
to get the golden squirrel.
- What the fuck is
the golden squirrel?
- [Lou] You get it
when you win the game.
- Oh, I see.
- Yeah.
- Can I see that?
- Yeah, sure.
Yeah see, see, you get to
the mountaintop here right?
And that's where you
rescue the golden squirrel.
- Oh is that right?
- Yeah.
See that?
(electronic beeping)
Hey, what about the
golden squirrel?
- Go sit down.
I said go sit down.
- Can I have my game back?
- No.
- Come on boss, let
me have my game back.
- No.
- Come on.
- No, I'm not giving it back.
- Well, I'm not
gonna sit down then.
- What'd you say?
- I paid for it, it's mine.
- No, fuck that, what'd you say?
- I said I'm not gonna sit
down until I get my game back.
- [Brock] Oh, is that a fact?
- It's mine.
- Sam, hand me your gun.
(game beeping)
There's your game.
- [Game] The golden squirrel.
- Now if you pick it up,
I'm gonna shoot you
in the fucking eye.
What are you gonna do now?
(game beeping)
- [Game] You are on the final
level of Adventure Town.
Resume your game
and save me from
the clutches of
the evil groundhog.
(giggling)
(game beeping)
You'd better hurry! (giggling)
- You're gonna die for the
fucking golden squirrel?
- I only got one
more level to go.
(game beeping)
- What's wrong with you?
- Nothing.
- [Game] To resume your
game, you have 10 seconds.
Nine, eight, seven,
six, five, four--
- Take the game, boss?
- Yes Lou, take the game.
- Thanks boss.
(game beeping)
- [Game] You have resumed your
game, good luck! (giggling)
(game beeping)
(knocking on door)
- Hey boss, somebody's
at the door.
- No shit.
- You want me to get it?
- Would you?
- Oh yeah.
- I don't know how much longer
I can put up with this guy.
Maybe he should come up missing.
- Brock, it's your nephew.
- Yeah, might be a problem.
- Hey boss, somebody's
here to see you.
- Who is it?
- [Lou] I don't know.
- Ask!
- Who are you?
Says his name is Bull.
- The hit man?
- You the hit man?
He says yeah.
- What does he want?
- What do you want?
Says he wants to talk.
Says he's unarmed,
raising up his pant legs,
his sleeves, his jacket.
- What'd he say now?
- He said that don't you
think if he came to kill you
that the idiot at the door
would be dead already?
- Frisk him.
- He's clean, boss.
- Brock, why's this guy
make you so nervous?
- I've seen his work.
- His work?
It's time for him to see mine.
- Okay, let him in, but
you keep your gun on him.
- Come in.
Come in.
- Hey hey.
- [Brock] You're the Bull?
- [Bull] Well I hope so,
'cause I got on this
tight ass underwear.
(laughing and mumbling)
You seem a little disappointed.
- Well I guess I
was just looking
for a more intimidating guy.
I mean don't get me wrong,
you're a pretty
intimidating guy yourself,
but I guess I was just looking
for someone more
like, I don't know,
Sam?
(ominous music)
- Holy shit.
- [Brock] Now
that's intimidating.
- Now that's a fucking gorilla.
What you holding dog?
Some 23s?
- [Sam] 24.
- That's my fucking
girlfriend's waist size.
The fuck you get this guy from?
Shit, I want one.
- [Brock] Sam's one of a kind.
I met him about five years
ago on a trip to England.
He was head of security
for the royal family.
- Hmm.
- [Brock] He has a
black belt in 30 types
of martial arts,
a weapons expert,
and he's licensed to
carry a concealed weapon.
- You're bullshitting.
- Nope.
- [Bull] Do you know how hard
it is to get a concealed
weapons permit?
- That's the beauty of this guy.
You just ask him for it
and he makes it happen.
- Well we'd like to test
that theory a little later.
- You can test it now.
- Later.
Mr. Bull, you are here because?
- I'm here because of Mr. Cecil.
- Cock sucking motherfucker.
- Oh shit, you guys feel the
same way about each other.
- [Brock] Oh is that right?
- Well actually what he said was
you're a lowlife rat
that would probably eat
a piece of shit if
you seasoned it right.
(laughing)
- How much longer you
wanna listen to this shit?
- [Brock] What'd he send
you to talk to me about?
- Well actually I lied, bro.
(ominous music)
He sent me to kill you.
- [Brock] You're gonna kill me?
- What am I supposed to do
while you're doing that?
- Well bro, actually you're
the one that's gonna kill him.
(laughing)
- Boss, boss, they're
gonna kill you.
(laughing)
Boss, he's gonna, oh shit.
(laughing)
(dramatic guitar music)
- [Six] That's deep enough.
Oh, this hot dog's
kicking my ass.
Alright buddy,
let's get you going.
- What the hell are
you gonna do with that?
- Look, don't ask questions that
you don't wanna
know the answer to.
- I knew it, I knew
it, you're one of
them big old freaks, aren't ya?
- What?
- This is how you get off, huh?
- What are you
talking about, man?
- What am I talking about?
This is how you get
your thrills, huh?
This is how you
get your turn ons?
Every time you kill someone
you stick that thing
inside yourself?
- Hey sick ass,
what's wrong with you?
- What's wrong with me?
You're the one walking
around with an ass jabber
in your hand and you're
asking what's wrong with me.
- Okay, okay, I didn't
want to tell you this,
and I figured you
didn't wanna know.
But you had to get
stinkin' nasty.
Your boss paid me a
whole lot of extra money
so that you would
never be found again.
Well if you are found,
he wanted people to
think that you're a fag.
- Oh my God.
- So after I kill
you, I'm gonna put
this dress on you and
stick this in you.
And like I said, he paid me
a whole lot of extra
money to do it.
I didn't want to tell you this.
I figured you
didn't want to know.
But again, you had to
get stinkin' nasty.
(farting)
(farting)
(farting and squishing)
- You're just gonna shit in
the same hole you're
gonna put me in?
- Sorry boss, I didn't mean
for it to turn out like this.
It's the fucking hot dog.
(farting)
I need something to wipe it.
- [Man] Naw, you wouldn't.
- What do you want me to do,
walk around with poo poo ass?
- Fuck.
- Ooh, that felt good.
Alright.
Let's get you going.
- Aren't you gonna shoot me?
- [Six] And get blood
all over my car?
And have to put this
dress on your bloody body?
Do you know how hard
it is to get blood out?
Man, that shit gets everywhere.
All over you, all over your
fingernails and everything.
- Yeah, well that'll
be interesting.
- [Six] What?
- Seeing that it's
only one of you,
how do you expect to
get me in that hole
and put me in that dress
without killing me first?
(metal thumping)
(dramatic music)
Oh shit.
Oh shit!
Fuck!
Please, please.
Please shoot me man, shoot me!
(gun firing)
(birds cawing)
(laughing)
(laughing and chatting)
(men talking in background)
- Hey, we need some music.
- Yeah Georgie,
put on some tunes.
- Hey Dougie, fuck you!
(laughing)
For you, your wish
is my command, girl.
(mumbling)
(upbeat rap music)
- What are you, a nigger now?
- What are you talking about?
- This rap shit man, put on
some punk or some heavy metal.
- [Georgie] This
rap shit's the bomb.
- The bomb, what next?
You're gonna be shooting
hoops and drinking 40s?
- Hey, who cares
what music's playing?
As long as it makes
these girls do that.
- Georgie, can we
go in the pool?
- [Woman] Yeah, is it ready?
♪ Get naked, get naked
- Little Bitch!
Is the pool clean yet?
Ah, fuck it, you're
done, no mas, go!
Yeah, no mas, go.
- [Woman] Are you guys
gonna get in with us?
- Oh shit.
- [Woman] Georgie, can
you get us some towels?
(toilet flushing)
♪ Get naked, get naked, get
naked, get naked, get naked ♪
(dramatic guitar music)
- [Maria] Shut the fuck up!
- Hey, hey, hey!
- Hey Georgie.
- Little Bitch?
(gun cocking)
- Why don't you join us?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Look, take our wallets.
- [Cutty] I'm not
here for your wallets.
Ladies, beat it.
Beat it!
(whimpering)
(dramatic music)
Okay, let's get down to it.
My name is Cutty, yes Cutty.
Contrary to popular belief,
it's not Little Bitch.
This is Maria.
I'm a hit man.
Maria's not quite a
hit man, hit person.
She's in my hit man
person internship program
and she is dying to
get her first kill.
What do you think, Maria?
- I hope so.
- Now, we were hired by your
associate Don Yossenberg
to whom you three owe $250,000.
And my next question
is, do you have it?
I didn't think so.
Bobbie, Georgie, and
Dougie the racist.
- I'm not a racist.
Oh you mean that wetback thing?
I was just kidding.
(gun cocking)
- [Cutty] And the rap?
- Oh that?
You know man, those
are just words.
- Just words huh?
- Yeah, words
don't mean nothing.
- Okay.
I'm gonna test your theory.
I'm gonna turn to
Maria and say kill him.
- Please don't do that.
- [Cutty] Why,
they're just words.
- Because she's gonna
kill me if you say that.
- That's the point.
Whether it be long term or
short term, words can kill.
- You racist bastard.
- Yeah!
- You guys are his buddies.
And you know what they say?
Walk like a duck,
talk like a duck.
- Must be a duck.
- Now I was just thinking
racists like to stereotype.
So we're gonna play
the stereotype game.
Maria, what is
something stereotypical
that you have heard
about white people?
- They can't dance,
they have no rhythm.
- Very good.
I don't think that's true,
but it is a stereotype.
Now I'm gonna give you guys
a chance to prove that wrong.
- How are you gonna do that?
- We're gonna have a
little dance contest.
The winner gets
to keep his life.
And there are no runners up.
- Look man--
- Dance!
(upbeat music)
Aw shit, sookie sookie now.
Look at this motherfucker.
I don't know Dougie,
you're fitting
the stereotype
pretty significantly.
You better step it up.
Come on Dougie,
come on, come on!
Go Dougie, go Dougie, go Dougie!
You ain't gonna make it.
(gun firing)
- Oh my God!
- Oh Jesus. (whimpering)
- Keep dancing!
Shoot a motherfucker
and everyone
wanna start calling on Jesus.
Put a bullet in
somebody and everybody
wanna start finding religion.
Sorry boys, it don't
work like that.
You're supposed to call
in before the trouble.
Too late now, the
devil's here already.
- Fuck.
- And the devil says dance,
you rhythmless bastard!
- [Maria And Cutty] Dance!
♪ Get naked, get naked,
get naked, get naked ♪
- I can't decide.
Maria?
You're gonna have to decide.
(whimpering)
(gun firing)
Congratulations Bobbie, you win.
And guess what you win.
The debt.
Mr. Yossenberg wants his
money by this time next week.
They say more heads
are better than one.
For your sake, I
hope that's not true.
(dramatic music)
(gasping)
- Let me get this straight,
you come into my office
insulting me, then you mention
that half a fag Mr. Cecil,
and that you're gonna kill me.
- [Bull] Mm-hmm.
- Is that correct, do I
have everything straight?
- That's about right.
Oh except for the fact that your
bodyguard's the one
that's gonna kill you.
- Amuse me.
- [Bull] Forget him.
- Okay Merlin.
You don't mind if
I call you Merlin?
Because you have to be a fucking
magician to pull this one off.
- Well every
magician's tricks are
just well choreographed plans.
Except for that
motherfucker that be
walking down the
street floating.
You ever see that guy?
He walks down the street, he
does a couple card tricks,
the next thing you
know this motherfucker
just start floating on your ass.
That motherfucker is possessed.
- Oh yeah, I've seen that guy.
Holy shit boss, it is amazing.
Like he gets up so high,
I've seen it on TV,
I'm telling you--
- Just shut the fuck
up, you fucking ashtray.
- Boss, why you gotta call
me an inanimate object?
- Because you are
an inanimate object.
You are an ashtray,
you are a rock,
you are a block of cheese,
you are a potato chip,
you are a boot heel,
you are a blinker.
You are the gooey shit
in the corner of my eye
before I wash my
face in the morning.
Now out of all of
those inanimate objects
I just mentioned,
none of them, I repeat
none of them talk.
So why don't you behave
like a good little
inanimate object and
shut the fuck up?
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry guys.
I kinda gotta be somewhere.
- Of course, you were going to
explain your magic
trick to us all.
Please continue.
- Okay, thank you.
First thing they teach
you in gangster school
is don't be a creature of habit.
And you two guys
are exactly that.
And you ask me how I know.
I broke in here
about two weeks ago,
hid me a little camera right
over there in the planter.
- What's up with all
this secret shit?
Why don't you just
come in here and blast?
- I blast, you blast, stupid
ass Lou starts blasting,
noisy, messy, police.
- So what, you watched
us for two weeks.
- Well you say if you know a
man's habits, he's easy to get.
Lou, you come in every
morning about 8 o'clock,
have yourself a big tall glass
of milk and some cookies.
Sam, coffee, bran muffin.
Guess you're trying
to stay regular.
Mr. Brock, old Brockie poo.
You don't really have a
favorite morning drink.
So I couldn't get you.
- Okay, how?
- You're gonna love this one.
(upbeat drumming music)
Poison.
(dramatic music)
I got this fuckin'
poison off the internet.
Odorless and tasteless.
(laughing)
The milk and coffee, I put
it in the milk and coffee.
- [Sam] Oh my God.
- Oh no.
(laughing)
- I don't believe
this fucking shit.
- Don't believe it?
Boo!
- What'd you do that for?
- Just had to get
your heart rate up.
Helps the poison work quicker.
- Oh my God.
Oh boss, boss I'm really
gonna die, help me boss.
I'm gonna die.
- [Brock] Lou, are you scared?
- Yeah.
- [Brock] Is your
heart beating fast?
- Yeah.
- [Brock] Do you feel anything?
- No.
- Of course you don't,
he's bullshitting you.
- He is?
- Unfortunately, yes he is.
Mr. Bull, you can't
bullshit a bullshitter.
- I'll break your fucking neck.
- So you boys have no patience.
- I'm tired of all
this small talk.
Let's just get rid
of this asshole.
- That was really wrong
what you did to Lou.
And for that, I think
I'll let him shoot you.
Lou, take care of him.
(gagging)
(choking)
- Oh shit!
- Sam, better watch that
heart rate. (laughing)
(yelling and convulsing)
Hey Brock, I don't bullshit.
And to show you that I don't
bullshit, I got the antidote.
(coughing)
Lou, Lou, Lou, Lou.
Hold on, hold on baby.
(gasping)
Throw it up, throw it up.
There.
(coughing)
- Oh my God.
What the fuck did
you do that for?
It hurt so bad, so
fucking painful.
- And they say that it feels
like your insides are melting.
- Nah, no, it's much
worse than that.
I'd rather be hit by
a fucking bus again
than go through that
again. (coughing)
- What the fuck is
wrong with him now?
- It's happening, it's
happening, it's happening.
Why's it happening again?
- I can answer that, Lou.
I only gave you one third of
the antidote that you need.
- Why did you do that?
- I just wanted to
show old Sam here
that I do have the antidote
and that it does work.
(coughing)
(game beeping)
- Oh my God!
- They say that
shit is bad news.
(chuckling)
So, Sam.
I guess it's time
to test that theory.
- What?
- You know when Brock said just
ask and you'll make it happen?
(laughing) I'm fucking with you.
Let me go get you this
antidote, big man.
You want me to get
you the antidote?
- Please hurry and
get the antidote.
- You know I need you to do
something for me first though.
You know what it is, don't you?
What you think it is?
- Kill Brock.
- (laughing) Brock, you
weren't kidding about this guy.
This is one smart motherfucker.
- Don't do it, Sam.
(laughing)
- Sam, I understand
it's your job,
but it's gone a little bit
beyond that at this point.
I mean, I'm gonna kill this
little motherfucker anyway.
Even if I have to do
it with my bare hands.
So he's doomed, and Sam really,
do you think he
would do it for you?
- We'll work it out, Sam.
- How the fuck you gonna work
it out now I got the antidote?
See that's what
I'm talking about,
he don't give a fuck about you.
- That's not true, Sam.
- Sam, you've got poison
in your ass right now.
- Shoot him!
And take the antidote!
- Brock, I ain't stupid.
The antidote is in my
car a few blocks away
which brings up another
fucking interesting point
which is time and how
little of it you have.
Now if you don't wanna go
through that excruciating pain
like Lou here so
eloquently described,
it hurts, it feels like
a bus hit you again,
then you better G up and put
a hole in this motherfucker.
(dramatic music)
- Sorry Brock.
- Sorry Brock.
(gun firing)
Well done.
Give me the gun, bro.
- Please, hurry
with the antidote.
- Man, I didn't poison you.
- What?
Why?
- Man, the motherfuckers
on the internet,
they only sent me
enough for one person
and that shit took
three weeks to get here.
That's why I hate ordering
shit on the internet.
- You mean.
- I mean the only poison
I used on you is my words.
Have a nice day, bro.
(upbeat rap music)
♪ Some West Coast shit give
it up for the Westside ♪
♪ Til we die, slide
with me, bounce bounce ♪
♪ For the East Coast, yeah give
it on up for the Eastside ♪
- Cutty.
Six Times Eddie.
- [Six] What's up, cuz.
- Why you have to cuz me, blood?
- I mean like cuz,
like what's up cousin.
- Well I mean blood
like I'm gonna
bleed your ass if
you keep cuzzing.
- Wait a minute, nigga,
I ain't set you up.
I'm just representing.
I'm a Crip, that's
what we do, we cuz.
- Well I'm a Westside
Pirate Street gangster.
And we Blood, and
that's what we do,
we blood all
motherfucking day long.
- And?
- And I don't like Crips.
- Well I don't like slobs.
(laughing)
- What's happening, Blood?
- Shut up, cuz.
- You guys are stupid.
(Six mumbling)
Better than your ugly ass.
- So what's up Cutty,
you talk to Herman yet?
- Yeah, the feds got him
in solitary at Folsom.
But the homies still
got the word for him.
- [Six] Shit.
- Gangsters can make
anything happen.
- That's right.
- Basically he's
got two jobs for us.
- [Bull] Two?
I thought it was one.
- It was at first, but now
he wants us to watch his wife
because he thinks there's gonna
be an attempt on her life.
- Who wants to smoke her?
- Apparently his other boss.
- Oh, while he's
all into reserves,
somebody trying to take
historic possession, huh?
- Exactly.
- I'm here with the witness,
I ain't babysitting though.
- No shit, any chick I
babysit, basically I'm fucking.
And I'm just being
real about that.
- I figured you guys
would feel like that,
but I ain't got not problem
making that extra 50.
- So, (mumbling)
with the witness.
I ain't babysitting, cuz.
- Hold up, I respect
you, I really do.
But you gonna have to find a
way to quit cuzzing me, blood.
- Dude, cuz why you
all uptight and shit?
You need a bran
muffin or something.
- I ain't all uptight, homie.
All I'm saying is can't
you just respect me
and stop using that
fucking word around me?
- We just had that conversation.
I'm a Crip, and every now
and then it's gonna slip out.
Start a feud again.
- Well I tell you what.
Every now and then
I'm gonna fuck you up
and you just gonna
have to deal with that.
- I guess I'm gonna deal
with it, in my own way.
- Six, if I have to fuck you up,
the only way you're
gonna deal with it
is by saying ouch, help,
get this nigga off me.
- Homie, are we
banging or moneymaking?
- Moneymaking.
- Moneymaking, always.
- Like I said, how are you
gonna help with the witness?
Babysitting.
- The witness is
a gangster party.
The babysitting is a side gig.
And that's why I
had my intern do it.
- [Bull] Who?
- Maria.
(sighing)
- Let's gangster.
♪ I just wanna one on one
♪ We just need to
have some fun ♪
♪ We can take a cruise for two
♪ I just wanna one on one
♪ I know you're working
hard from nine to five ♪
- Why do you keep staring at me?
- I was told to watch you.
- I don't think they
meant it literally.
Besides, I can take
care of myself.
- Sure you can.
- What is that supposed to mean?
- It means a little
rich girl like yourself
can barely take care
of making coffee.
- I don't need to take
this, I'm done with this.
- Me too.
- What is your problem?
- I was told to keep
an eye on you, okay?
That means wherever
you go, I go.
Whatever you do, I do, I'm
your shadow, get used to it.
- Whatever.
(smooth R&B music)
Hey, I just wanted
to say I'm sorry.
I know you're just
watching my back.
- We're cool.
(dramatic music)
(groaning)
(gun firing)
- What the hell is going on?
- Do you have a big
pair of scissors?
(coughing)
Sylvia!
- What?
- A big pair of scissors,
do you have any?
- Yes, why?
- Because we're going
to cut his balls off.
- What?
Oh no we're not.
- Look.
We've gotta send these
fuckers a message
when they do
something like this.
- And?
- And when you cut
a guy's balls off,
that makes them
think you're psycho.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, and when they think
you're psycho, then they think
twice before doing
something like this again.
- [Sylvia] We're not cutting
this guy's balls off.
- Hello, this guy just
tried to kill you.
- It's not my balls cutting
off day today, sorry.
- It's really not that hard.
All you have to do is just
pull up the two little fuckers
and just snip,
snip, snip, snip--
- Maria!
Thank you, but no thanks.
- You sure?
- I think the big
corkscrew in his chest
and the big bullet hole in
his head is message enough.
- Think so?
- Yes, I think so.
(upbeat rap music)
- [Six] What's happening, cuz?
- [Bull] Blood, you gonna
get enough of cuzzing me.
- I'm telling you, you tripping
off that blood and cuz shit.
- [Six] Fuck you Cutty.
I'm gonna tell you
the reason why.
I just seen your ass fuck
up some little ese dude
who was spray painting
all over your set.
- That's because
he's disrespecting
the whole hood doing that shit.
- Exactly, it's stupid,
just as stupid as me and him
tripping off cuz and blood shit.
- It's a cycle.
- What's that?
- A cycle.
- What do you mean?
- Gang banging, shit
is like brainwashing.
The homies is like family.
- Well mine was.
- Mine too.
- That's what I'm saying,
most of us was brought up
in single parent homes with
one parent that was working,
was working so fucking hard
that you never even seen them.
And that's when evil slips in.
Here come the homies.
Well what they consider
love, support, protection,
in a normal home, that's what
the mother and father does.
Now the homies is taking on
the role of the
mother and father.
And where do we learn
our normalcy from.
- The mother and father.
- The homies.
- Exactly, so if the homies
is Blood and Crippin',
killing, doing drugs,
whatever, to you it's normal.
And now some motherfucker
wanna roll up on you
and tell you stop loving the
homies, the homies is evil?
They don't understand
that you got
mommy and daddy love
for these niggas, dog!
And how many motherfuckers
you know you can roll up on
and tell 'em stop loving your
mother, your daddy is evil?
And that's what
they're up against,
and that's what they
don't understand.
And it's gonna take
more than a just slogan.
- [Six] Just slogan?
- Yeah you know, just
do it, just say no.
That shit may sell shoes
but it don't save souls.
- [Six] What do you
think the answer is?
- Blood, I dunno!
- Cuz, you're the one
getting all philosophical!
- Motherfucker, if I
didn't don't you think
I'd be killing
people for a living?
- I think there's prevention.
You got to get to them young.
Because if you wait too
long it'll be too late.
And once they get like
us, it's too late.
(phone ringing)
- Cutty.
Someone just tried to bake
a cake with big flour.
- Really?
Hold on.
- Someone just tried
to kill Sylvia.
Well big or?
- In house.
Pretty sure.
- Hey, who was it?
- She thinks it might be
someone in the organization.
- Was he black, white,
Spanish, or what?
- Hey the Spiderman,
is it vanilla,
chocolate, or butterscotch?
- Butterscotch.
- Spanish.
How are your cakes?
- My cakes are good baby.
- You get your cakes over
to break in number three
and you meet me
there in 30 minutes.
- I'm on my way.
- Where we going?
- Herman's lawyer's house.
- Damn, you got a
lawyer too, dog?
- Me and Herman go way back.
This is not just another
job, this is my friend.
- Is that where we get
the cheese from though?
- Yes.
- Definitely.
Let's go to the lawyer's house.
(mellow hip hop beats)
(dramatic Latin guitar music)
- You know we're gonna do
everything in our power
to bring your husband, my
friend, back home to you.
(dramatic music)
- Thank you, Francisco.
I just miss him so much.
He's my whole life.
- I know.
Hey.
I know.
(doorbell ringing)
Excuse me.
- Maria, do you want
something to drink?
- Oh yeah, of course.
- Francisco, hi.
Good to see you again my friend.
- Indeed, indeed it is.
- [Cutty] Francisco,
this is Six.
- Six.
- [Cutty] And the Bull.
- Bull.
Gentlemen, please
come in and sit down.
Can I offer you guys
something to drink?
- [Six] Yeah, give me some 'nac.
- Pardon me?
- Cognac.
- [Cutty] I'll have the same.
- Okay, alright, three cognacs.
- Damn Maria, you look
fine as a motherfucker.
- What's up, Bull?
- What's up, Maria?
- Thought you were gonna call.
- [Cutty] Sorry.
- [Six] I can call you, Maria.
- I didn't ask you
to call me, Six.
- You didn't ask me not to call.
- [Maria] Don't call me, Six.
- Ain't that a bitch.
Why are you all over his nuts?
- [Maria] I don't
get on nuts, okay?
I cut 'em off.
- You know she does.
- And who are you?
- This is Herman's wife Sylvia.
- Damn, fine ones
is always taken.
- Oh, I'm sorry, ladies, did
you want something to drink?
- No.
- No thank you.
- Okay.
- Hey, speak on the cheese.
- Francisco, we need
to talk about payment.
- Of course.
Ladies, would you
please excuse us?
- [Sylvia] Francisco,
is everything okay?
- Everything's fine.
Okay, let me get the checkbook.
- Francisco, did you
just say checkbook?
- Yes.
- Hell no.
- [Francisco] Excuse me?
- I'm sorry, what my friend
is trying to say is hell no!
- Francisco, you know we only
deal with cash on these things.
- Yeah, look, when the
FBI raided Herman's home,
they found his safe and they
confiscated all of the cash.
All we have now is
the Swiss accounts.
Come on now Cutty, you know
we're good for it, right?
- Man, you considering this?
- [Cutty] Come on man.
- Cutty, what do I look like?
A man that'll take cash only?
Or a motherfucker that'd kill
somebody than accept a check?
Do you need a hint?
(sighing)
- Six, these people
are my friends.
They are men of
respect and honor.
If they say it's
okay, it's okay.
- Sir, sir, I assure you, you
will get your money, okay?
Look, all that
we're gonna do here
is write a check from
our front company
to your front company and
say it's for supplies.
You do have a front
company, don't you?
- [Cutty] I have one.
- [Six] I have one.
- Okay, well great.
So who do I make
the check out to?
- [Six] Put it into my account.
- That's okay, I trust you.
- [Six] Yeah you better,
'cause I'm trusting you.
(dramatic music)
(upbeat hip hop beats)
- Oh yeah, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Oh yeah, I likes that, baby.
Oh, take it off, baby, oh
just like that yeah, damn.
Ooh, that's good.
Oh yeah, take it off
baby, take it off.
Oh yeah.
- Asshole!
- [Al] You know you like it!
- Cut it out, Al.
- What?
Hey Walter, you see
the rack on that one?
- No comment.
- Steve, you look like a
tit man, what'd you think?
- I think we should keep
it professional, Al.
- What are you, a
faggot or something?
- Hey watch your mouth, Al.
- Let me get this straight.
We got four guys in a
small space here, right?
Then we get a hot chick in
there with a nice pair of tits
and all you can say to me is
let's keep it professional, Al?
Well Al says you're
a fucking faggot.
- Come on, keep testing me.
- We don't need this, Al.
- I've been watching
this fucking guy, man.
- What do you mean
you've been watching me?
- [Al] Why'd you turn
the heat up earlier?
- 'Cause I was cold.
- Yeah right.
- What do you mean, yeah right?
I was cold so I
turned up the heat.
- You sure you didn't want it
to get nice and
toasty in here, huh?
Maybe a little too
toasty so maybe
we'd start taking
off our shirts?
- What?
- Hey, what does the
FBI mean to you, huh?
Fart box insurer?
- Hey, hey, take it
easy, take it easy guys.
(knocking on door)
(guns cocking)
Who's there?
(birds chirping)
All clear.
- Well maybe it was
some kid or something.
- Yeah.
Hey maybe it was
the Village People
looking for their
construction worker, huh?
- Look, I'm not gay you asshole.
- [Al] I know, you're not gay.
But your boyfriend is.
- Look, I'm getting
sick of this shit.
(struggling and yelling)
- Who is in charge?
- Hey, whoa.
Hey whoa.
- [Walter] Who are you?
- You better say something fast
before I blow your
fucking head off, buddy.
- Al, shut up, who are you?
- Agent 55, witness protection.
- [Walter] Show me some ID.
- Slowly!
- Al, shut up!
Why are you yelling?
- Intimidation factor.
- You're not
intimidating little man,
please, speak in
your inside voice.
- Agent 55, we've
been waiting for you.
- No shit, it's about time.
- Where's the witness?
- She's in the bathroom.
- Why's there no
one watching her?
There's no one watching her?
- Hey I tried watching her.
- You guys are amateurs.
Let's go.
- Get out of here you pervert.
Can't you see I'm
trying to take a bath?
- You can either stay
in here and take a bath
and die or come
with me and live.
(groaning)
- [Al] Hey, what's
the rush, buddy?
- My rush is this
witness is being hunted
by professional assassins
who think killing is a job.
And they're open for business.
And business seems
to be pretty good.
- [Bill] No one
knows where we are.
- Someone always knows,
someone always talks.
That's why government
invented me.
Time to go, I suggest
you guys do the same.
- Man, the DA's on his way to
get the witness's statement.
- Henry Valentine?
- Yeah.
- Tell him to meet
me at the same place
we met for the Rosenberg
case, he'll know where it is.
- Man, that guy takes his job
way too fucking seriously.
Hey Bill, want to
play some blackjack?
- Alright.
- Deal me in.
- Steve, you wanna play or what?
- He wants to play
five card stud.
(laughing)
(dramatic hip hop music)
- Shit.
- What is it?
- (mumbling) They're here.
- Who?
- [Steve] The hit men!
- What's your
problem, fudge packer?
- What?
- There's no one
out there, Steve.
Where'd they go?
- [Walter] Where did who go?
- What, did your ex
boyfriend slap you
around a bit too
much, huh big guy?
- I'm tired of your shit.
- Hey!
(men mumbling and struggling)
(gun firing)
- The FBI, oh shit.
(laughing)
- Would you highly
skilled professionals
mind putting your
guns on the table?
(whistling)
Cutty?
- Hey get over
there on the couch.
- [Bill] All of us?
- What, are you
special or something?
- No, I'm just saying
it's a love seat.
- What's that mean?
- Well it's designed
only for two people.
We could take a chair on
put one on either side
and then two people
could sit in the chairs
and two people could
sit on the love seat.
- And I'm not
sitting next to him.
- Go on, get your asses over on
that couch before
I start blasting.
- So.
You know why we're here, right?
- We ain't got no idea.
(gun firing)
- So, you know why
we're here, right?
- [All] The witness.
- [Six] Party coordinator.
- [Bill] What?
- What do we do?
(groovy music)
- Well, DA's on the way
over, you should kidnap him.
I'll answer the door,
you wait in the bushes,
and you get him from behind.
(groaning)
- Ow!
What are you doing?
- Where did you get this?
- The store!
- When?
- I don't remember.
- When?
- I don't remember!
Lighten up.
- If I lighten up, you die.
You don't eat or drink anything
unless I say so, you understand?
Do you understand?
- Yes!
(dramatic music)
I'm hungry.
- Here.
- What's this, wood chips?
- That's all natural granola.
- It looks like wood chips.
Tastes like wood chips.
- Oh shit, that is the,
oh, that's wood chips.
- Oh my God!
- This is granola.
- Asshole.
- Oh, I'm just
trying to lighten up.
(dramatic music)
Get in the car, get in the car.
Get in the car!
- [Karyn] Why?
- [Agent 55] Get in there.
- Well look who's just in
time for the festivities.
(laughing)
- Where's the DA?
- There's some of him.
(laughing)
- Where's my witness?
- That's what you're
just in time for.
(whimpering)
- [Karyn] Please!
Please!
(phone ringing)
- Don't worry honey,
it ain't gonna hurt.
I'm a professional.
- Wait!
- What?
- The check bounced.
- You're bullshitting.
- I don't understand.
- You don't understand?
These are my friends.
They are men of integrity,
honor, and respect.
- I don't believe this.
Look, let's just do the hit
and I promise you,
you'll get your money.
- No, ain't nothing happening
til we get paid first, homie.
- What are we supposed to
do, ride around with them?
- Yeah.
- But we can't ride
around with two people
tied up in the
backseat of the car.
- Homie, homie, I'm
with Six on this one.
I mean, we trusted you,
your friends fucked up.
I ain't mad at you dog but I'm
with my boy Six on this one.
- Well I'm mad at you,
so you need to call
your honorable friends and
tell them if they don't have
my money I'm gonna walk this
bitch in the courtroom myself.
- [Karyn] Who you
calling a bitch?
- [Six] What?
- [Karyn] I said, who
you calling a bitch?
- [Six] You, bitch!
- [Karyn] I ain't no bitch.
- You better shut up.
- [Karyn] I'll shut up,
but I ain't no bitch.
- Say something else.
Some one more damn
word and I swear,
I'll donate a killing!
- Let's just go back to my
place and we'll work this out.
- Alright, let's roll.
(dramatic hip hop music)
Watch your head.
Ooh, shit.
Cutty you be having
some ball ass knives.
I wanna kill a motherfucker
with this, homie.
Where you get this shit from?
- Don't do that.
- Alright.
Hey you got something to eat?
- Sit down and shut up!
Cutty, call your boy and
get this shit handled.
- Wait a minute,
you need to hold up.
- Hold on, (speaking quickly).
- Hold up motherfucker.
Be coming over to my house,
barking orders at me?
And I know my boys fucked
up and I'm gonna fix that.
But right now, you need
to slow your roll, Six.
- You hear that shit, Bull?
- [Bull] You are being
kinda disrespectful, dog.
- But the check bounced!
- I understand that, that's
why I see your point.
But I'm sure the homie will
make sure we get paid, right?
- Are you Swiss or something?
Why you gotta always be neutral?
- I ain't Swiss or
nothing, I'm just saying,
I'm sure the homie gonna
make sure we get paid.
- Exactly.
(dramatic music)
- Yeah.
You're all crazy as shit.
I swear, I'll fucking shoot
everybody in the fucking house.
- What you talking about, Six?
- Talking about y'all passing
a box of cheese and shit.
Fuck that, I'm
gonna get mine, cuz.
Why you bomb on me, Bull?
- I bombed on you
for two reasons.
One, I told you to
quit cuzzing me.
Two, you talking about shooting
everybody in the
motherfucking house.
I'm in the house, so you're
talking about shooting me.
So fuck you.
- Six, just look at it
like you got fucked,
and you got handled,
and it's over.
- I can do that.
Make that your last time
you bomb on me, fool.
- I can do that.
- Let me call my people.
Tonight we're gonna
take care of it, okay?
Everything's gonna--
- Wait, hold on.
Can I give my bomb back?
- What?
- Can I give my bomb back?
- Fool, I'm not gonna just
sit here and let you hit me.
- We're friends right?
- Yeah.
- Well, I think I was
taken advantage of.
And the only way we
can remain friends
is you let me give my bomb back.
So can I give my bomb back?
- Alright, but don't
be trying to hit me--
- Thank you, now Cutty,
what was you saying?
- What I was saying was tonight
I'm gonna handle
everything, okay?
Everything--
(knocking on door)
Who is it?
(dramatic music)
- [Man] Delivery
for Bobby Argoza.
- [Cutty] What is this?
- I just deliver 'em, buddy.
(grunting)
That sure is a big box.
I had to carry that thing all
the way up the stairs myself.
Damn.
(groaning)
But anything for the customer.
- [Six] You want a tip?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Okay.
- It's customary.
- [Six] Why don't you tip
your ass out the door before I
take this nine and start putting
a few bullets in your ass?
- Oh, thank you!
- The fuck is this?
- So, I see you're
pretty good at
this witness
protection thing, huh?
Let's see, first, you
feed me wood chips.
Then you get us kidnapped.
And from what I gather, the
only thing that has kept us
alive for a few hours
longer is a bounced check.
Now unless you made
that check bounce,
I suggest you make a
serious career change.
- I'll get us out of this.
- Oh, you will?
Well if you can shit out
a miracle, I suggest you
take some Ex-Lax because
we need one right now!
(grunting)
- Who the fuck is this?
Herman?
Oh, that's some crazy shit,
that's some crazy shit homie.
You mailed yourself
out of prison!
- [Cutty] Are you okay?
- Yes, yes, I'm okay.
- [Cutty] How long
you been in there?
- Two days, I should
have overnight myself.
- How the fuck did you mail
yourself out of prison?
- Prison has a program
for its trustees.
Fix appliances such
as refrigerators,
washers, dryers, et cetera.
They fix 'em, and once
they get good at it,
they let them do it
for money and the major
appliance companies send
them their broken appliances
to fix for about $2
an hour, we fix them,
and then they mail them back.
One of my loyal men
works on the inside.
He set the whole thing up.
- Brilliant.
- Definitely.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, very
clever, Jack in the box.
My question is, what's up
with the bounced check?
- Cutty, what is this
rude man talking about?
- The check Francisco
gave us bounced.
- What check?
You're supposed to
be paid in cash.
- He says the FBI
got all the cash.
And then that was the way.
We got the witnesses
tied up in the back room.
As soon as we get
paid, we can finish up.
- My wife okay?
- She's fine, I got one of my
people watching her right now.
- Thank you, my friend.
Alright let's get back to my
house and I'll get your cash.
- Man, that's the first place
they'll be looking for you.
- No, I have a secret
house that only
my wife and me know about,
that's where I keep the money.
- You guys wanna
wait til I get back?
- Hell no.
- Uh-uh.
- I'm going to the cheese.
- Look, we all go, we
take the witnesses,
we get the cheese, and we handle
the witnesses, and we out.
- I'm with that.
- That okay with you?
- Yeah, that's fine with me.
- I'll go get the
truck from around back.
- Bathroom?
Bathroom.
(dramatic music)
- [Herman] I'll be right back.
I have to keep my safe a secret.
- I understand.
- Can you call your people,
tell them to have my
wife meet me over here.
- Yeah, sure.
(upbeat rock music)
Maria.
Maria slow down, what happened?
- She's gone, Sylvia's gone.
- What happened?
- I came out of the
bathroom and she was gone.
- How long ago?
- About an hour.
- How, why did you wait
so long to call me?
- I was trying to
find her because
I didn't want you
to be mad at me.
- Get your ass over
here right now.
- You're not mad at me, are you?
- Maria, just get your ass here.
We're at 2343 Oak
Street off of Main.
- What's wrong?
- Sylvia's missing.
(mumbling)
What's he trying to say?
- What are you, what
are you trying to say?
- That car has been following us
ever since we left your place.
- [Bull] Back there?
- Why are you trying to help us?
They're probably the feds.
- They're not the feds.
Whoever it is is coming to
get everybody in this van.
You guys aren't very
good at this, are you?
- Shut the fuck up.
- Who do you think it is?
- I think it's the feds.
- [Bull] Nah, if it was the
feds he wouldn't have warned us.
He'd just let 'em
sneak up on us.
- Then who is it?
- I don't know, let's just
sit tight for a minute.
- [Cutty] Fuck.
(funky music)
♪ Guilty is written
all over your face ♪
♪ The lies you can never erase
♪ Said that it was
once never twice ♪
- [Herman] Sylvia.
- Herman.
Jesus.
- [Herman] How could you?
(dramatic music)
- Girl's gotta look out
for her best interests.
- Let's face it,
Herman, you got weak.
That's why your own organization
is trying to overthrow you.
- And I'm not going
down with you, Herman.
You got me used to the
finer things in life
and I'm not going back.
- But don't you love me?
- I loved that
strong, independent,
ambitious man you used to be.
- Do you love me?
- Actually, I hate
everything about you.
- Baby, baby go get dressed.
- Okay, what should I wear?
- Go put on some
traveling clothes, okay?
'Cause we're gonna
get out of here.
- Okay.
- So Herman, how
did you get out?
- You should be worried about
how I'm going to kill you.
- Am I missing
something here, Herman?
I have the gun.
(Herman mumbling)
See, see, that's
the problem Herman.
You don't know
when you're licked.
You don't know
when to walk away.
It's all over for you.
Herman, I got your gun, I got
your money, I got your girl.
- Everything you just
mentioned has been my curse.
Those three things
have put me in
the situation I'm in right now.
Standing in front of a man with
a gun ready to take my life.
And I will gladly give my life.
Because of the loss
of those three things,
I pass this curse onto you.
And soon you will find
yourself in the same situation.
- [Sylvia] How's this, baby?
- It's beautiful, baby, you
better go get the money.
Herman, listen to me.
If you try to follow
us, I'm sorry Herman,
I'm gonna have to kill you.
- Whoa wait, what do you mean?
You know you have
to kill him, right?
- Let me handle this okay?
- Baby, I'll let you handle it.
But you know you
have to do this.
- Look at him, baby, look,
he's a man on the run, okay?
He's got no money, he's got
no gun, he can't hurt us.
- Francisco, don't be an idiot.
He'll figure out a way
to find us and kill us.
What is wrong with you?
- I'm thinking, baby, okay?
I'm not a killer.
- It's not about killing,
it's about surviving.
If you don't kill
him, he kills you.
- She's right, Francisco.
I will find you and kill you.
On the other hand, you're
right, you're not a killer.
So what do you do?
(dramatic music)
- See, he's getting
in your head.
- Be quiet, okay?
- Better do it, you'd
better pull that trigger
'cause if you don't
I will hunt you down
and gut you like
the swine you are.
- I'll do it.
- No, no, no!
(gun firing)
(dramatic music)
- Oh, oh Herman,
listen to me, Herman.
Herman, I wasn't
gonna shoot you.
Herman, I really
wasn't gonna shoot you.
You know that, right?
Herman?
(whimpering)
You know I really
wasn't gonna shoot you.
- I know.
(gun firing)
(groaning)
(somber music)
(dramatic music)
(sobbing)
She's gone.
- What happened?
We heard gunshots.
- [Herman] She's gone.
(sobbing)
(dramatic music)
(mumbling through gags)
- Where are they now?
- [Herman] They're upstairs.
- Did you get the money?
What?
- I'll go get the money.
You guys have to put
him in the car for me.
- Remember me?
Don't even try it.
- What the fuck is that?
- That's a Sam.
- Is he a good guy or a bad guy?
- We're all bad guys.
- Is he a bad guy
or a worse guy?
- Definitely a worse guy.
- You killed Brock.
- [Bull] First of all bro,
what the fuck are you wearing?
- Why don't you come
take it off of me?
- That's alright
dog, keep it on.
Sam, it was just a
paycheck bro, get over it.
- I am over it.
When Brock's friends hired me
to kill you, I gladly accepted.
- Maria!
(gun firing)
No!
(guns firing)
(dramatic rap music)
(guns firing)
(sirens blaring in distance)
- Maria, Maria!
Maria!
Maria!
(engine starting)
- What you doing dog?
- I'm over here
bleeding to death.
(laughing)
- Me too.
Shit.
I'm cold (mumbling).
- I'm freezing.
- I know we ain't
got that much longer.
(stuttering)
- Why do you say that?
(laughing)
- We're out in the
desert, 95 degrees,
and we talking about
we cold. (laughing)
Hey.
Alright then, cuz.
- (mumbling) blood.
(wind howling)
(dramatic music)
- Sylvia.
(gun firing)
(upbeat music)
- So did you have
all that planned?
- To the T.
(laughing)
- You must have gone through
some intensive training
to be tied up with
a gag in your mouth
and watch those guys
shoot each other up.
- Very intense
training, (mumbling).
(laughing)
(speaking quickly under
music and rocks crunching)
(upbeat rap music)
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.