Monday (2017) - full transcript
First place winner of HBO's Visionaries contest. In the culturally diverse world of Los Angeles, a young hustler navigates through various cliques while facing racism, danger and a moral struggle with his illicit occupation. And it's only Monday.
(panting indistinctly)
(clattering)
(cell phone ringing)
- Yo, what up, Dre?
What can I get you, man?
- [Dre] What's up, nigga?
Hey, uh, school boy here needs a laptop,
can you hook him up?
- Yeah, what's he want?
Macbook, Notebook, Chrome book?
- [Dre] Any fucking book,
just not a broke ass book.
- [Kwan] Word, I got you.
And I'll be over late
today with the goodies.
- [Dre] Man, you still
not driving your car?
- [Kwan] Nah, I sold the whip, Dre.
You wanna come swoop me up?
- [Dre] Hell nah, you know
I don't ride like that.
That's your job.
- [Kwan] Alright then, I'll do what I do.
Just gotta handle some
shit before I get there.
- [Dre] You know, every once in a while
it'd be a nice if you put a
nigga at the front of your line.
- [Kwan] Come on.
They banned affirmative
action a long time ago.
(chuckling)
- [Dre] Fuck you, man.
And try to hurry the fuck up please.
- Word.
(energetic hip hop music)
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ I be smelling like money
when I step up on the scene ♪
♪ Niggas know me ♪
♪ So fresh, so clean ♪
♪ I be smelling like money ♪
♪ Roll with the team ♪
♪ We all getting rich ♪
♪ Everybody gonna eat ♪
♪ I be smelling like money ♪
(knocking)
(mumbling)
- [Nina] Why you always gotta knock
like the fucking po-po, fool?
- Because your doorbell's broken, chica.
- Why don't you install one for me, chino?
- Just as soon as you over
and mow my lawn, Juan.
(laughing)
- Kwan and Juan.
- Doorbells and lawn.
- [Nina] What's good, homie?
- What's happening?
Broke ass still can't fix the doorbell?
- Man, fuck you.
- Ooh, new bike, huh?
- [Nina] Something like that.
Some punk ass hipster used to own it.
You want that shit?
- Nah, it's not my style.
But I can ask around.
Give me 30 off the top.
- 20.
- Alright.
Here, that's for the phones.
- Ooh, what else you got for me?
- You're gonna like this.
- Ah, shit, man.
I know this ain't what
I think it is, is it?
I fucking love Chinese barbecue pork, man!
If I was (speaking in foreign language),
I'd bust my cream-of-some-young-guy
all over you right now.
(chuckles)
- Yeah, don't do that.
Hey, here's the other shit.
- [Nina] And that's for that, chino.
- [Kwan] And that's for that, chica.
- [Nina] We're in business now.
- [Kwan] That is a whole lot of ones.
- [Nina] Yeah.
(chuckles)
- [Kwan] Must have been a good night, huh?
- You recognize the scent
of that pussy, (speaking
in foreign language)!
(chuckles)
- Smells dishonest.
- It is, just a little bit.
Come on, homie.
Let's go get you some more phones.
- Yo, what up?
- Hey Nina, what the fuck
is Rich Chigga doing here?
(raucous laughter)
- Keep back, Sasquatch.
- What up, Harold?
Where the fuck's Kumar?
- In the other room,
fixing your Grindr account.
(jeering)
(laughter)
- Where you from, (speaking
in foreign language)?
- America.
You wanna get jumped in?
(raucous laughter)
- Shit, Kwan.
You know I'm trying to
get my green card, homie!
- [Kwan] I can get you a fake one.
- Hey, they don't check
those at Home Depot, homie.
- Fuck you!
(laughter)
(cell phone ringing)
- Yo, what up, what can I get you?
Yeah, hold up.
Alright, I'm out, later, holmes.
- [Nina] Hey Kwan.
Got some shit that's gonna go down later.
I'ma hit you up, though.
- Yeah, alright, cool.
Later, Big Foot.
- [Sasquatch] To be continued, Pikachu.
(upbeat music)
(doorbell ringing)
- Hey, Jerry.
- What?
What is up, man?
Good to see you, how's things?
Oh, I got a surprise for you today.
It's gonna be a good day.
Still working at that computer shop?
- [Kwan] Uh, yeah.
- Come inside.
Come inside, dude.
- [Kwan] Yeah.
- Can you close the door for me?
- [Kwan] Yeah, sure.
- What do you think of this kimono, man?
Super authentic, right?
It's like we're brothers.
- You know that's Japanese, right?
- No man!
You want a drink or something?
- Uh, no, I'm alright.
I got the stuff that you wanted.
- Mm!
- [Woman] Oh my god, I'm starving.
Where's the za?
- The what?
- The za.
The pizza, obvi.
- I just ordered it like five minutes ago.
- Yeah, but isn't that the pizza guy?
- Joanna!
- Oh, wait, you're the
valet dude, the valet--
- Oh, Joanna, would you
please just shut the fuck up?
- Wow, you're really really pretty.
- Aw, thank you.
What is that?
Why are you always such a dickbag?
- That's super dickbag to you.
- No, fuck you!
(grunting in arousal)
(panting)
(kissing passionately)
- I love you.
- I love you too.
- [Kwan] New girl, huh?
Okay, so I have this bike
that I'm trying to get rid of.
Would you be interested?
- Hey, Kwan.
- Sur-fucking-prise!
- Emma, hey.
How are you, what's going on?
- I'm good, I'm better.
What?
- [Kwan] You look amazing.
It's really good to see you.
- It's really good to see you too.
Stop staring at me.
(giggling)
I really missed you.
- Wait, what are you doing here?
- Uh, Jerry said that you were coming,
so I came to see you.
Look, I appreciate you worrying about me,
but I'm fine, okay?
- [Kwan] No, that's not the point.
This isn't a good place.
These aren't good people.
- [Emma] Can we not make
it about that right now?
- [Kwan] Fuck, I just don't
want you to be here right now.
- [Emma] You can be here,
doing fucking what you do.
(cell phone ringing)
I swear, I'm just here to see you.
- Yo, what up, what can I get you?
Yeah, sure, see you soon.
Look Emma, I gotta go.
And I think you should too.
- Kwan, please, just say and talk to me.
- [Kwan] Hey Jerry, I gotta head out.
- Oh no, man, no, no, no!
Come stay and party with us.
Emma's here, you know
how good this shit is.
Come on, man!
- [Kwan] You have the cash?
- [Jerry] Alright, alright
man, I see how it is.
Well, thanks for drawing off the quantity.
(laughter)
Let's go, man.
Here's the cash.
- [Kwan] Oh, by the way,
you still have that laptop?
- Oh, Joanna, can you
grab that laptop for me?
- [Joanna] Fuck no, Jerry, fuck off!
- Patience, man.
It's running thin.
- Here.
He said just to take it.
- Alright.
Look Emma, I'm really sorry
for what I did to you.
- No, Kwan, you saved me.
- That's not what it feels like.
- Can we just talk?
- When I'm done tonight, we'll talk.
- Hey, say hi to your mom for me, okay?
(uneasy music)
(ambient music)
(upbeat music)
(sirens blaring)
- Yo!
My ninja, my ninja, you
don't ever get no bigger,
you gonna still be my ninja.
- What up, Andre?
You know ninjas are
fucking Japanese, right?
- What that make you then, Kwan?
- Black-a-nese.
(laughter)
- [Dre] Funny man.
- Sup, my nigga?
- Sup Eric.
What's good?
- Yeah.
Yo, what the fuck is this, Kwan?
I can't afford this high
level ass shit, bro.
- Don't worry about it.
- You serious?
- [Kwan] Yeah.
- Yo, thank you, bro!
- Absolutely.
Oh hey, peep this pipe too.
- Oh yeah, how much?
- Let me check.
- Alright.
Hey, so what you guys gonna do
when that shit finally goes legal?
- Same shit we've been doing.
You know if this goes legal,
it's gonna get fucking expensive.
- Yep, all fronts point to being
heavily taxed and highly regulated.
- Yeah, these weed prompts are just set up
for big businesses to Walmart this shit.
Mom and pops are gonna have
to go to the gray market.
- You mean the black
and yellow market, huh?
Two times.
(chuckling)
- [Eric] Yo, y'all hear about that dude
that got smoked running from
that cop with the stolen car?
- [Kwan] You mean CJ?
- [Eric] Yup, that CJ dude.
- [Kwan] Yeah, that guy's my neighbor.
His family helped us out a lot
when we first moved here.
- Well, that nigga got new neighbors now,
and I guarantee he ain't gonna
be helping them with shit.
- Come on, dog, you don't got no sympathy.
- What the hell he think
was gonna happen, E?
I mean, we black folks.
We get fucked with.
It's in the motherfucking cops' DNA
to fuck with black folks.
Shit, man, it's in our own
DNA to get fucked with.
- It's like the frog and the scorpion.
- Frog and the motherfucking scorpion.
Google it, nigga.
Hey, you know you lucky God made
your ass yellow and not black.
- What the fuck's that
supposed to mean, huh?
We can be dangerous.
- Yeah, when you drive.
(chuckling)
- Asians can't drive
and blacks can't thrive.
- Rae-motherfucking-Kwan over here.
- Nigga, will you please
stop trying to get us high?
- Nigga, it's called hospitality.
- [Eric] Whatever, bro.
(typing)
- Yep, and we are good here.
- You gonna let me run some of that today?
- Ha, you know it!
Here you go.
(typing)
250.
(typing)
- Eric.
- Huh, what?
- 250 for the bike.
- Cool, cool.
- Now that's what I call
a contact high nigga.
- Alright guys, I'm out.
- Alright, one love and all that.
- Man, you are high.
- No I'm not, bro.
(traffic droning)
(cell phone ringing)
- [Kwan] Yo, what can I get you?
(cell phone ringing)
What can I get you?
(upbeat music)
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(traffic droning)
(cell phone ringing)
- Yo Nina, what can I get you?
- [Nina] Ay, Chino, where are you?
What the fuck are you doing right now?
The big (speaking in
foreign language) shit,
it's going down tonight.
Some (speaking in foreign
language) white boys
in the Hollywood hills
want a shitload of coca,
so get your (speaking
in foreign language) ass
over here with your stash.
- Slow down, who's buying what?
- [Nina] What the fuck, Kwan?
Were you listening to me?
Some Hollywood cracker ass motherfuckers
want all the coke we have.
- All the coke we have?
Why would they know about what I got?
- [Nina] Well shit, man,
I don't have enough,
so I just told them that,
you know, you'd come through.
- Them?
Who the fuck is them?
- [Nina] They're just some random fools
that picked up some baggies last week,
and now they want more shit.
- How much more?
- [Nina] They said at least
half a fucking pound, chino,
otherwise no deal, okay?
- No deal?
Nina, they sound
like the fucking (speaking
in foreign language).
- [Nina] Kwan, they're
not the fucking po-po!
If you saw these bitch ass marshmallows,
you'd know how soft they are,
so get your ass over here!
I fucking need this, okay?
- Hey, I need this too, alright,
but this sounds sketchy as fuck!
- [Nina] Chino, these are
just some fucking white boys
trying to have a good ass time,
now get the fuck over here right now,
I'm not fucking around!
- Nina!
Nina!
Fuck.
- You good?
- All good, sir.
- Busy day?
- [Kwan] Normal day.
- Got anything going on?
- When are you gonna stop doing that?
- What's in the bag?
- All kinds of shit that
you don't wanna know about.
- What's in the fucking bag?
What the fuck is wrong with you, Kwan?
- What are you gonna do?
Arrest me?
Let her die?
- Just a matter of time,
man, for both of you.
- I find it so fucked up
that you're a cold piece
of shit, you know that?
- You don't know what I have to deal with
every time I see you out here.
- What you have to do with?
That's fucking typical.
- I took a fucking oath
to serve and protect.
- Nobody forced you
into the academy, okay?
You walked in there all by yourself.
- Fuck you, Kwan!
- Fuck you, cuz.
(slamming)
(crashing)
(grunting)
- [Mugger] Come on, man,
what do you got in the bag?
Come on, give me something!
Come on, man, what do you got in that bag?
(struggling)
(grunting)
(blows landing)
(groaning)
(blow landing)
(whimpering)
(panting)
Please.
(intense ringing)
(dogs barking)
(intense music)
(somber music)
(coughing)
(groaning)
- Oh, fuck you.
Mama, I'm home.
(sighing)
(coughing)
- Hi, Kwan.
How was work?
What's wrong?
- Just a rough day.
- What happened?
(coughing)
- Something weird with the insurance.
We have enough meds for now, so,
don't worry about it, I'll
figure it out tomorrow.
(coughing)
(cell phone trilling)
- Okay.
(speaking in foreign language)
- Emma says hi.
- How is she?
- I think she's getting better.
- [Mama] Poor thing.
Take care of her, okay?
Can we talk in the morning?
(coughing)
- Yeah.
Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Kwan.
Thank you.
(coughing)
(rasping)
(typing)
(cell phone ringing)
(anxious music)
- Let's do this.
♪ I've been a stone cold
hustler since the age of 12 ♪
♪ The streets call me the gang ♪
♪ If you don't get bread ♪
♪ You don't get fed ♪
♪ And you get the hunger pangs ♪
♪ It's a dog eat dog world ♪
♪ A cutthroat life ♪
♪ And I just wanna be on top ♪
♪ I gotta do it real big
in the here and now ♪
♪ And the hustling's all I got ♪
♪ They say the richest
400 Americans make more ♪
♪ Than the other 180 million combined ♪
♪ And if that sounds fair
then you're out of your mind ♪
♪ So fuck a Republican ♪
♪ I'm out on my grind ♪
♪ Being poor, being black
and Latino's a crime ♪
♪ That's why we use the
underworld to survive ♪
♪ And I hate to admit I connive ♪
♪ But I'm alive because I strive ♪
♪ Make a dollar out of
nickels and dime homie ♪
♪ I'm a hustler ♪
♪ I'm a, I'm a hustler ♪
♪ I could sell pussy to prostitutes ♪
♪ You a customer ♪
♪ Too many stakes in the grass ♪
♪ So I don't fuck with ya ♪
♪ To my dudes locked up ♪
♪ I keep in touch with you ♪
♪ If you're scared ♪
♪ Get a dog ♪
♪ He'll get nuts with you ♪
♪ Real friends lock and load ♪
♪ Riding bus with you ♪
♪ Pimps have a hoe ♪
♪ Get it, roll with it, no limit ♪
♪ It ain't nothing for you ♪
♪ You gotta go get it ♪
♪ I make my money ♪
♪ Make it fast ♪
♪ I'm out in DC ♪
♪ Getting cash ♪
♪ I'm out in Chitown ♪
♪ Getting cash ♪
♪ Planes, trains, and tour buses ♪
♪ I know to talk dirty ♪
♪ Getting paper ♪
♪ International ♪
♪ Getting pounds ♪
♪ Take my picture if you feel the need ♪
♪ Until the next time
hold on to the memories ♪
♪ I been a stone cold
hustler since the age of 12 ♪
♪ The streets call me the gang ♪
♪ If you don't get bread ♪
♪ You don't get fed ♪
♪ Then you get the hunger pangs ♪
♪ It's a dog eat dog world ♪
♪ A cutthroat life ♪
♪ And I just wanna be on top ♪
♪ I gotta do it real big
in the here and now ♪
♪ The hustling's all I got ♪
(clattering)
(cell phone ringing)
- Yo, what up, Dre?
What can I get you, man?
- [Dre] What's up, nigga?
Hey, uh, school boy here needs a laptop,
can you hook him up?
- Yeah, what's he want?
Macbook, Notebook, Chrome book?
- [Dre] Any fucking book,
just not a broke ass book.
- [Kwan] Word, I got you.
And I'll be over late
today with the goodies.
- [Dre] Man, you still
not driving your car?
- [Kwan] Nah, I sold the whip, Dre.
You wanna come swoop me up?
- [Dre] Hell nah, you know
I don't ride like that.
That's your job.
- [Kwan] Alright then, I'll do what I do.
Just gotta handle some
shit before I get there.
- [Dre] You know, every once in a while
it'd be a nice if you put a
nigga at the front of your line.
- [Kwan] Come on.
They banned affirmative
action a long time ago.
(chuckling)
- [Dre] Fuck you, man.
And try to hurry the fuck up please.
- Word.
(energetic hip hop music)
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ I be smelling like money
when I step up on the scene ♪
♪ Niggas know me ♪
♪ So fresh, so clean ♪
♪ I be smelling like money ♪
♪ Roll with the team ♪
♪ We all getting rich ♪
♪ Everybody gonna eat ♪
♪ I be smelling like money ♪
(knocking)
(mumbling)
- [Nina] Why you always gotta knock
like the fucking po-po, fool?
- Because your doorbell's broken, chica.
- Why don't you install one for me, chino?
- Just as soon as you over
and mow my lawn, Juan.
(laughing)
- Kwan and Juan.
- Doorbells and lawn.
- [Nina] What's good, homie?
- What's happening?
Broke ass still can't fix the doorbell?
- Man, fuck you.
- Ooh, new bike, huh?
- [Nina] Something like that.
Some punk ass hipster used to own it.
You want that shit?
- Nah, it's not my style.
But I can ask around.
Give me 30 off the top.
- 20.
- Alright.
Here, that's for the phones.
- Ooh, what else you got for me?
- You're gonna like this.
- Ah, shit, man.
I know this ain't what
I think it is, is it?
I fucking love Chinese barbecue pork, man!
If I was (speaking in foreign language),
I'd bust my cream-of-some-young-guy
all over you right now.
(chuckles)
- Yeah, don't do that.
Hey, here's the other shit.
- [Nina] And that's for that, chino.
- [Kwan] And that's for that, chica.
- [Nina] We're in business now.
- [Kwan] That is a whole lot of ones.
- [Nina] Yeah.
(chuckles)
- [Kwan] Must have been a good night, huh?
- You recognize the scent
of that pussy, (speaking
in foreign language)!
(chuckles)
- Smells dishonest.
- It is, just a little bit.
Come on, homie.
Let's go get you some more phones.
- Yo, what up?
- Hey Nina, what the fuck
is Rich Chigga doing here?
(raucous laughter)
- Keep back, Sasquatch.
- What up, Harold?
Where the fuck's Kumar?
- In the other room,
fixing your Grindr account.
(jeering)
(laughter)
- Where you from, (speaking
in foreign language)?
- America.
You wanna get jumped in?
(raucous laughter)
- Shit, Kwan.
You know I'm trying to
get my green card, homie!
- [Kwan] I can get you a fake one.
- Hey, they don't check
those at Home Depot, homie.
- Fuck you!
(laughter)
(cell phone ringing)
- Yo, what up, what can I get you?
Yeah, hold up.
Alright, I'm out, later, holmes.
- [Nina] Hey Kwan.
Got some shit that's gonna go down later.
I'ma hit you up, though.
- Yeah, alright, cool.
Later, Big Foot.
- [Sasquatch] To be continued, Pikachu.
(upbeat music)
(doorbell ringing)
- Hey, Jerry.
- What?
What is up, man?
Good to see you, how's things?
Oh, I got a surprise for you today.
It's gonna be a good day.
Still working at that computer shop?
- [Kwan] Uh, yeah.
- Come inside.
Come inside, dude.
- [Kwan] Yeah.
- Can you close the door for me?
- [Kwan] Yeah, sure.
- What do you think of this kimono, man?
Super authentic, right?
It's like we're brothers.
- You know that's Japanese, right?
- No man!
You want a drink or something?
- Uh, no, I'm alright.
I got the stuff that you wanted.
- Mm!
- [Woman] Oh my god, I'm starving.
Where's the za?
- The what?
- The za.
The pizza, obvi.
- I just ordered it like five minutes ago.
- Yeah, but isn't that the pizza guy?
- Joanna!
- Oh, wait, you're the
valet dude, the valet--
- Oh, Joanna, would you
please just shut the fuck up?
- Wow, you're really really pretty.
- Aw, thank you.
What is that?
Why are you always such a dickbag?
- That's super dickbag to you.
- No, fuck you!
(grunting in arousal)
(panting)
(kissing passionately)
- I love you.
- I love you too.
- [Kwan] New girl, huh?
Okay, so I have this bike
that I'm trying to get rid of.
Would you be interested?
- Hey, Kwan.
- Sur-fucking-prise!
- Emma, hey.
How are you, what's going on?
- I'm good, I'm better.
What?
- [Kwan] You look amazing.
It's really good to see you.
- It's really good to see you too.
Stop staring at me.
(giggling)
I really missed you.
- Wait, what are you doing here?
- Uh, Jerry said that you were coming,
so I came to see you.
Look, I appreciate you worrying about me,
but I'm fine, okay?
- [Kwan] No, that's not the point.
This isn't a good place.
These aren't good people.
- [Emma] Can we not make
it about that right now?
- [Kwan] Fuck, I just don't
want you to be here right now.
- [Emma] You can be here,
doing fucking what you do.
(cell phone ringing)
I swear, I'm just here to see you.
- Yo, what up, what can I get you?
Yeah, sure, see you soon.
Look Emma, I gotta go.
And I think you should too.
- Kwan, please, just say and talk to me.
- [Kwan] Hey Jerry, I gotta head out.
- Oh no, man, no, no, no!
Come stay and party with us.
Emma's here, you know
how good this shit is.
Come on, man!
- [Kwan] You have the cash?
- [Jerry] Alright, alright
man, I see how it is.
Well, thanks for drawing off the quantity.
(laughter)
Let's go, man.
Here's the cash.
- [Kwan] Oh, by the way,
you still have that laptop?
- Oh, Joanna, can you
grab that laptop for me?
- [Joanna] Fuck no, Jerry, fuck off!
- Patience, man.
It's running thin.
- Here.
He said just to take it.
- Alright.
Look Emma, I'm really sorry
for what I did to you.
- No, Kwan, you saved me.
- That's not what it feels like.
- Can we just talk?
- When I'm done tonight, we'll talk.
- Hey, say hi to your mom for me, okay?
(uneasy music)
(ambient music)
(upbeat music)
(sirens blaring)
- Yo!
My ninja, my ninja, you
don't ever get no bigger,
you gonna still be my ninja.
- What up, Andre?
You know ninjas are
fucking Japanese, right?
- What that make you then, Kwan?
- Black-a-nese.
(laughter)
- [Dre] Funny man.
- Sup, my nigga?
- Sup Eric.
What's good?
- Yeah.
Yo, what the fuck is this, Kwan?
I can't afford this high
level ass shit, bro.
- Don't worry about it.
- You serious?
- [Kwan] Yeah.
- Yo, thank you, bro!
- Absolutely.
Oh hey, peep this pipe too.
- Oh yeah, how much?
- Let me check.
- Alright.
Hey, so what you guys gonna do
when that shit finally goes legal?
- Same shit we've been doing.
You know if this goes legal,
it's gonna get fucking expensive.
- Yep, all fronts point to being
heavily taxed and highly regulated.
- Yeah, these weed prompts are just set up
for big businesses to Walmart this shit.
Mom and pops are gonna have
to go to the gray market.
- You mean the black
and yellow market, huh?
Two times.
(chuckling)
- [Eric] Yo, y'all hear about that dude
that got smoked running from
that cop with the stolen car?
- [Kwan] You mean CJ?
- [Eric] Yup, that CJ dude.
- [Kwan] Yeah, that guy's my neighbor.
His family helped us out a lot
when we first moved here.
- Well, that nigga got new neighbors now,
and I guarantee he ain't gonna
be helping them with shit.
- Come on, dog, you don't got no sympathy.
- What the hell he think
was gonna happen, E?
I mean, we black folks.
We get fucked with.
It's in the motherfucking cops' DNA
to fuck with black folks.
Shit, man, it's in our own
DNA to get fucked with.
- It's like the frog and the scorpion.
- Frog and the motherfucking scorpion.
Google it, nigga.
Hey, you know you lucky God made
your ass yellow and not black.
- What the fuck's that
supposed to mean, huh?
We can be dangerous.
- Yeah, when you drive.
(chuckling)
- Asians can't drive
and blacks can't thrive.
- Rae-motherfucking-Kwan over here.
- Nigga, will you please
stop trying to get us high?
- Nigga, it's called hospitality.
- [Eric] Whatever, bro.
(typing)
- Yep, and we are good here.
- You gonna let me run some of that today?
- Ha, you know it!
Here you go.
(typing)
250.
(typing)
- Eric.
- Huh, what?
- 250 for the bike.
- Cool, cool.
- Now that's what I call
a contact high nigga.
- Alright guys, I'm out.
- Alright, one love and all that.
- Man, you are high.
- No I'm not, bro.
(traffic droning)
(cell phone ringing)
- [Kwan] Yo, what can I get you?
(cell phone ringing)
What can I get you?
(upbeat music)
(cell phone ringing)
What can I get you?
(cell phone ringing)
What can I get you?
(cell phone ringing)
What can I get you?
(cell phone ringing)
What can I get you?
(cell phone ringing)
What can I get you?
(cell phone ringing)
What can I get you?
(cell phone ringing)
What can I get you?
(cell phone ringing)
What can I get you?
What can I get you?
(traffic droning)
(cell phone ringing)
- Yo Nina, what can I get you?
- [Nina] Ay, Chino, where are you?
What the fuck are you doing right now?
The big (speaking in
foreign language) shit,
it's going down tonight.
Some (speaking in foreign
language) white boys
in the Hollywood hills
want a shitload of coca,
so get your (speaking
in foreign language) ass
over here with your stash.
- Slow down, who's buying what?
- [Nina] What the fuck, Kwan?
Were you listening to me?
Some Hollywood cracker ass motherfuckers
want all the coke we have.
- All the coke we have?
Why would they know about what I got?
- [Nina] Well shit, man,
I don't have enough,
so I just told them that,
you know, you'd come through.
- Them?
Who the fuck is them?
- [Nina] They're just some random fools
that picked up some baggies last week,
and now they want more shit.
- How much more?
- [Nina] They said at least
half a fucking pound, chino,
otherwise no deal, okay?
- No deal?
Nina, they sound
like the fucking (speaking
in foreign language).
- [Nina] Kwan, they're
not the fucking po-po!
If you saw these bitch ass marshmallows,
you'd know how soft they are,
so get your ass over here!
I fucking need this, okay?
- Hey, I need this too, alright,
but this sounds sketchy as fuck!
- [Nina] Chino, these are
just some fucking white boys
trying to have a good ass time,
now get the fuck over here right now,
I'm not fucking around!
- Nina!
Nina!
Fuck.
- You good?
- All good, sir.
- Busy day?
- [Kwan] Normal day.
- Got anything going on?
- When are you gonna stop doing that?
- What's in the bag?
- All kinds of shit that
you don't wanna know about.
- What's in the fucking bag?
What the fuck is wrong with you, Kwan?
- What are you gonna do?
Arrest me?
Let her die?
- Just a matter of time,
man, for both of you.
- I find it so fucked up
that you're a cold piece
of shit, you know that?
- You don't know what I have to deal with
every time I see you out here.
- What you have to do with?
That's fucking typical.
- I took a fucking oath
to serve and protect.
- Nobody forced you
into the academy, okay?
You walked in there all by yourself.
- Fuck you, Kwan!
- Fuck you, cuz.
(slamming)
(crashing)
(grunting)
- [Mugger] Come on, man,
what do you got in the bag?
Come on, give me something!
Come on, man, what do you got in that bag?
(struggling)
(grunting)
(blows landing)
(groaning)
(blow landing)
(whimpering)
(panting)
Please.
(intense ringing)
(dogs barking)
(intense music)
(somber music)
(coughing)
(groaning)
- Oh, fuck you.
Mama, I'm home.
(sighing)
(coughing)
- Hi, Kwan.
How was work?
What's wrong?
- Just a rough day.
- What happened?
(coughing)
- Something weird with the insurance.
We have enough meds for now, so,
don't worry about it, I'll
figure it out tomorrow.
(coughing)
(cell phone trilling)
- Okay.
(speaking in foreign language)
- Emma says hi.
- How is she?
- I think she's getting better.
- [Mama] Poor thing.
Take care of her, okay?
Can we talk in the morning?
(coughing)
- Yeah.
Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Kwan.
Thank you.
(coughing)
(rasping)
(typing)
(cell phone ringing)
(anxious music)
- Let's do this.
♪ I've been a stone cold
hustler since the age of 12 ♪
♪ The streets call me the gang ♪
♪ If you don't get bread ♪
♪ You don't get fed ♪
♪ And you get the hunger pangs ♪
♪ It's a dog eat dog world ♪
♪ A cutthroat life ♪
♪ And I just wanna be on top ♪
♪ I gotta do it real big
in the here and now ♪
♪ And the hustling's all I got ♪
♪ They say the richest
400 Americans make more ♪
♪ Than the other 180 million combined ♪
♪ And if that sounds fair
then you're out of your mind ♪
♪ So fuck a Republican ♪
♪ I'm out on my grind ♪
♪ Being poor, being black
and Latino's a crime ♪
♪ That's why we use the
underworld to survive ♪
♪ And I hate to admit I connive ♪
♪ But I'm alive because I strive ♪
♪ Make a dollar out of
nickels and dime homie ♪
♪ I'm a hustler ♪
♪ I'm a, I'm a hustler ♪
♪ I could sell pussy to prostitutes ♪
♪ You a customer ♪
♪ Too many stakes in the grass ♪
♪ So I don't fuck with ya ♪
♪ To my dudes locked up ♪
♪ I keep in touch with you ♪
♪ If you're scared ♪
♪ Get a dog ♪
♪ He'll get nuts with you ♪
♪ Real friends lock and load ♪
♪ Riding bus with you ♪
♪ Pimps have a hoe ♪
♪ Get it, roll with it, no limit ♪
♪ It ain't nothing for you ♪
♪ You gotta go get it ♪
♪ I make my money ♪
♪ Make it fast ♪
♪ I'm out in DC ♪
♪ Getting cash ♪
♪ I'm out in Chitown ♪
♪ Getting cash ♪
♪ Planes, trains, and tour buses ♪
♪ I know to talk dirty ♪
♪ Getting paper ♪
♪ International ♪
♪ Getting pounds ♪
♪ Take my picture if you feel the need ♪
♪ Until the next time
hold on to the memories ♪
♪ I been a stone cold
hustler since the age of 12 ♪
♪ The streets call me the gang ♪
♪ If you don't get bread ♪
♪ You don't get fed ♪
♪ Then you get the hunger pangs ♪
♪ It's a dog eat dog world ♪
♪ A cutthroat life ♪
♪ And I just wanna be on top ♪
♪ I gotta do it real big
in the here and now ♪
♪ The hustling's all I got ♪