The Fence (1994) - full transcript

A former con man learns that it's each time more hard to keep in the right path.

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(light dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dog barking)

- Come on now, keep your hands up.

(fist thumps)
Get 'em up.

(dramatic music)

Come on.

Come on.

(hand whacks)

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You're never gonna be a man, you pussy.



(Terry grunts)

(dramatic music)

(punch thuds)
I'll teach you.

(dramatic music)

- No. Stop it!

Oh, leave him alone!

Leave him alone! (sobs)

(dramatic music)

(Terry's mom crying)
(Terry's dad grunting)

Stop it!

(dramatic music)

No! Stop!

(dramatic music)

No, no, no, please.



No! Help!

(dramatic music)

(Terry's mom screams)

(dramatic music)

(Terry grunting)

(Terry thuds)

(dramatic music)

(Terry's mom crying)
(Terry's dad grunting)

(Terry's mom screams)

- [Terry's Mom] I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

- [Terry] Dad!

(dramatic music)

(Terry's mom sobbing)

(Terry's dad grunts)

(dog barking)
(dramatic music)

(gun blasts)
(Terry's dad screams)

- [Judge] Terrence Griff,

it is the decision of the Juvenile Court

that you shall remain a ward of the state.

- [Social Worker] Do
you understand, Terry?

They're going to find you a place to live.

(inmates shouting)

- [Judge] For attempted escape

from the state juvenile facility,

you shall remain in custody
until you've reached legal age.

(inmates shouting)

- [Officer] You fucked up.

They're gonna lock you up
and forget you ever existed.

- [Judge] For the assault
of a corrections officer

during another escape
attempt, a term of 12 years.

(cell doors clank)

- [Inmate] All right, you mother
fuckers, actions down, man.

Let's go.

(inmates shouting)

(Terry grunting)

(inmates shouting)

(inmate grunts)
(inmates cheer)

- Gimme my money, man!
- 300, my man, here you go.

- I told you.

Control.

Fuckin' wuss.
(Frankie laughs)

- Rudy wants to know when you're
gonna be ready to go again.

- Hey, look at the mans arm.

- He's got two of them.

- Tell him I'm retired, man.

- Rudy won't like that.

- Tell him I'll burn again when he does.

- He ain't no fuckin' fool.

- Hey, shut your fucking mouth

and get your punk ass outta here

before I'm kicking it all over this joint.

- You best watch your own shit, old man,

'cause if you ain't got Rudy's
money by afternoon yard,

the only thing you're gonna be kicking

is your fucking habit.

- Lucky ass mother fucker.

(inmate laughs)

- Settle down, man,
he's just talking shit.

- Let me take a look at your arm.

- It's all right man.

What's he talking about?

You owe Baralli money?

- Like you said, he's talking shit.

- Hey, what's wrong with you, man?

- Nothing.

- Nah, man, you got in the shit, huh?

Dammit, Del, look at me.

(inmates chattering)

- [Inmate] Take care, man.

- [Terry] How'd you get in Rudy?

- A nickel.

- What's wrong with you, man?

That shit'll give you brain damage.

You got a family that's counting on you.

Do you wanna pull the detox
strapped to a fucking mattress?

- What can I do?

- You gotta lay off that shit, man.

You don't pull yourself together
and you're gonna go home.

Right?

Here, take it.

- I, I can't.

It ain't right.

- It don't have to be right.

Just pay him.

Tell him you'll make good for the rest.

No more.

- Thank you, brother.

(inmates chattering)

(upbeat hip hop music)

- Say goodbye to that shit.

- One week, babe.

- Hey, six days, 15 hours.

I can't wait to get back to
the honest life. (chuckles)

Hey, shooter, how you doing?

(inmates chattering)

You're short, junkie.

- Man, I ain't no damn junkie.

- That's good to hear, shooter.

But I am a businessman and
if there's anything I hate,

it's sloppy books.

Nobody steals from me.

- I'll get the rest of your money.

That's a promise, man.

But I'm through with that shit.

- You got till tomorrow yard.

You look a little shaky.

I can help you get well.

I got some pure Mexican brown right here.

- I said I'm through with it.

- Oh, good for you.
(fist thuds)

I admire a man who has control

and I'm gonna do my part to
help you keep straight, shooter.

I'm cutting you off.

Are you still here?

Will you get the fuck outta my eyes?

Walk!
(inmates chattering)

(grinder squeals)

- Yo, Del, man, how you feeling?

You all right?

- Griff!
- Yeah.

Come on, man.

You gotta tough it out, Del.

- I'm okay. I'm okay.

- [Foreman] Hey Griff,
what's wrong with Reston?

- Nothing, he's all right.

- Well get cleaned up.

You've got an appointment.

- You gonna make it, man?
- Yeah.

- Go on now, I'll be okay.

- [Terry] All right, hang in there, Del.

(metal clanking)

- Griff, have a seat.

The governor's office has
requested a list of applicants

for an early release program.

- Yeah, so what's the point?

- The point is I'm recommending you.

- (scoffs) You're telling me
I'm getting out just like that?

- Yes.

You can start a normal life out there

as soon as the board approves

and the processing is complete.

- Yeah? And how long will that take?

- About two weeks.

Look, Griff, you've done clean time here.

I'm giving you a second chance

because I believe you've earned it.

A lot of bad circumstances
brought you in here.

Now it's up to you to turn it around.

You have a history of assault with intent.

If you come back for
anything, you'll never leave.

- Can I ask you one more
question, Mr. Cooper?

- [Cooper] Yes.

- You got a Reston on the list?

- A Reston.

Hmm?

Yeah. Yeah.

Delmar Jr.

- Thanks, man.

- I wish you good luck.

- Thanks a lot, Mr. Cooper.

Del, where are you?

- [Del] In here.

Over here.

- Come on man, you gotta get up.

You gotta make count.

They're gonna be looking for you.

- I can't.

I can't.

- Hey, hey, Del, Del.

Yes, yes, you can.

You can, you gonna make it, Del.

- Find, find Rudy.

Find Rudy.

- Del, I can't do that.

- Just do it!

Please.

Or I ain't gonna make it. (grunting)

- All right, Del.

All right. Del, Del.

Just stay here.
(Del whimpering)

Be quiet.

(Del whimpering)

- Yeah, but I'm gonna be out.

- You outside, me inside.

Big deal.

- Hey, look who's here.

The man who feels no pain.

What, are you coming outta retirement?

- I need some shit, man.

- Oh, something to help your arm, huh?

- Yeah.

- You never come to me before?

Are you losing your balls?

- Let's just say I got a yearning

and I'm asking you to help me out.

(Rudy exhales sharply)

- Sorry, man, fresh out.

- I know your brother's
sent in a mule last week.

- What, are you all of a
sudden on the main line

around here?

- I got ears.

- Yeah, you got a big fucking mouth too.

- No, Frankie, no, no, no, no.

Got too many guns around now.

Talk to me after evening plate.

- It can't wait.

- Hey, you heard the man.

Fuck off!

- I ain't talking to you, scum.

(Frank grunts)

(gate rattles)
(Rudy grunts)

- No, Frankie, don't.

(inmates chattering)
(fence rattles)

No!

Follow him.

You saw this?

- [Inmate] Followed him to the shop.

- [Rudy] You sure it was Reston?

- I'm sure.

Griff fixed him before lockdown.

- They think they're real fucking smart.

Griff knows you're walking.

So he figures he can play you off

and get free shit for his
boy until you're gone.

I got something for his ass.

- Put it away, Frankie.

I don't want anybody getting
strong, you understand?

- No way, man, he crossed the line.

I say he gets taken out.

- I say no.

Griff is a fucking zombie.

You kill him, you're doing him a favor.

I'm gonna put some weight on him.

Make him carry it around until
the breaks his fucking back.

- Two weeks.

Two weeks.

Damn, man, that is great!

Hey.

Hey, what's wrong with you?

- I dunno, man.

- You don't know?

Griff, we are getting out
of this mother fucker.

Back on the air, Jack.

You and me, we are going to the world.

Don't you understand?

We are getting out.

- Don't you fucking understand, man?

I'm state raised.

Besides from my mother's funeral

I ain't seen this street in 13 years, man.

- Sit down.

You're just scared and
that ain't no shame.

You're a young man.

You've been down too long.

It's time you get this misery behind you

and get a new life, brother.

- I got nowhere to go, man.

- Hey, you've got family.

We are going to make it.

Okay?
(melancholy music)

We're going to make it.

All right?

All right?

Say it, mother fucker.

- All right.

- All right.

- All right.

(machines rumbling)
(Del humming)

(drawer rattles)

(saw screeching)

(Del grunts)

(Del screaming)

- [Inmate] Who is that, man?

- Del.

Del, what's wrong, man?

(inmate shouts)

Somebody, get a guard!

Del!

Del, are you all right, man?

(inmates shouting)

(retches) What is that shit, man?

Jesus, Del, what are you doing, man?

Del. Del. Del.

Jesus, Del.

Del, wake up, man.

Wake up.

(inmates shouting)

- [Inmate] Need some help.

(Terry sobbing)

- You got your release, man.

It's all right.

It's all right. (sobs)

(screams)

(pensive music)

- Torres, 884331.

- [Inmate] 641323.

(suspenseful music)

- [Guard] Next!

- [Inmate] Steven, 483.

(suspenseful music)
(inmates chattering)

- [Rudy] Hey, hey, Dominick.

- Get outta here.

Nice to see you.
- Good to see you, Rudy.

You looking great.
- It's good to see you.

- You're looking good.
- Hey.

(all laughing)

- You!
- Monroe.

- Friend of yours?
- Yeah.

Come on.

Let's get the hell outta here.

(pensive music)

(siren blaring)

(pensive music)

- Open two.

Hey, Griff.

Your PO just called.

He left this address for you.

Said he'd meet you there at noon.

There you go.

- What's this?

- It's a bus pass.

There's a stop right up at the corner.

Just give it to the driver.

What are you waiting for, a limousine?

Hey, get going, man.

Hey, Griff.

Good luck.

- Thanks, man.

(melancholy music)

- [Guard] Close two.

(gate rattles)

(melancholy music)

Open one.

Close one.

(gate rattles)

(melancholy music)

(pedestrians chattering)

(melancholy music)

(footsteps patter)

- Who are you man?

- Griff, I'm supposed to meet-

- Hey, Raymond.

You're Griff?

- Yeah, I'm supposed to meet Mr. Price.

He's my parole officer.

- Stand here.

Can you write?

Sign here.

There's your room.

Second door on the right.

- Thanks.
(melancholy music)

(water splashing)

(melancholy music)

- Terrence?

- Terry.
- Whatever.

I'm Jack Price.

Don't mind me, go ahead and get dressed.

Sorry I'm late.

You didn't answer your
door so I let myself in.

Get yourself cleaned up, huh?

Good.

Listen, I'm not gonna go
into a big song and dance.

I'm up to my ass in cases,

so I don't have time to hand hold.

You take the weekend, get
yourself squared away,

and Monday we'll see
about finding you a job.

Understand?

- You're the boss man.

- No, do you understand?

- Yeah.

- Good.

There's a hundred from the state.

The clerk downstairs
will give you directions,

bus schedules and things like that.

There's a card in the envelope

with my number on it in
case you have any problems.

Okay?

- Yeah.

- If I were you, I'd keep this locked.

Got some real losers here.

(door slams)
(trains whooshes)

(pensive guitar music)
(singer vocalizing)

- Hey, mister.

Can you help an old chorus girl?

(pensive music)

- Here you go.

- [Homeless Woman] Oh,
you must be an angel.

- No, ma'am.

(pensive guitar music)
(singer vocalizing)

(Mrs. Reston chattering)

(Terry knocks)

(bells jingle)

Mrs. Reston?

Lorraine Reston?

- You another one of Jerry's teachers?

- No, ma'am.

I'm Terry Griff.

I was a friend of Del's.

- I remember your name.

What do you want?

- I have something I think you might want.

- My mama gave him this
when we got married.

- Yeah, I know.

- First he says he's coming out early.

The next day he's dead.

- [Jackie] I'm home.

- Hi.

- Hey.

(Jackie grunts)

- This is Terry.

He was a friend of Del's.

- What are you doing here?

- Oh, you bought me Del's
medal Mama gave to him.

Terry, this is my sister, Jackie.

- So you knew my brother-in-law?

- Yeah, we were friends.

- I didn't see you at the funeral.

- They let us out for
every convict's funeral

we'd be out all the time.

- Oh, so you were in prison too, huh?

For what?

- Does it matter?

- Yeah, it matters to me.

You're in my house.

Look, I appreciate what
you did for my sister.

Now could you please excuse us?

- Thank you, Terry.

- I'm sorry, I hope I didn't-
- It's okay.

It's okay.

- Man, what you doing in my house?

- Hey, you must be Jerry.

I was in front of your father's.

- So what?

Nothing but a damn junkie.

- Hey, man, he was a lot more than that.

Maybe for you.

(bell jingles)

- What you mean you don't need that?

Your wrist is bare, you need to watch.

You need to know what time it is.

All right, man, get on outta here.

Wasting my time leaning
up on my car like that.

Just out here trying to make some money.

Say, man.

Hey, man, don't overreact, man.

Don't overreact.

I saw your eyeball on the watches.

Just wanna save you
some money, that's all.

My name's Bobby Styler.

Bobby Styler. How you feeling?

Yo, man, you fast.

You real fast.

You a martial artist or something?

- Say what?

- You know a martial artist?

Bruce Lee, Jean-Claude Van Damme,

Elvis Presley in his later years.

- You got something to show me or what?

- Yeah, I definitely got
something to show you.

You got your Swiss
movement, your submariners,

your chronographs.

- What about this?

- This is the latest thing.

Perpetual movement, calibrated
chronometer, waterproof,

shockproof, pressure
proof, and wind reluctance.

- Yeah.

What about one is just tells time?

- (laughs) Yeah, Liberace
wouldn't even wear this.

This here,

my own personal piece.

Watch like this cost you
450 easy in any store.

- How much?

- For you? $50.

- (scoffs) 45, man.

- No way, man.

You tripping. Not for that.

40.

35.

30.

Damn, man, I got a family to feed.

Kids I haven't even made yet.

- Two years in the metal industry.

Some mechanical aptitude.

I think I might have something for you.

How'd you like to go to work right away?

- That's why I'm here, man.

- Mr. Price.

- Mr. Price.

- You're not in prison anymore, Terrence.

- [Terry] Terry.

- You're still gonna have
to show some respect.

- Yes, sir.

- Here's the other
hundreds you got coming.

Well?
(typewriters clacking)

- Thank you.

Thanks, sir.

- Well, how about it?

Do you wanna get yourself
on the floor of things

or would you rather stand in
line at the employment office?

- When do I start?
- That's what I like to hear.

(horn blares)

(fire roars and crackles)

♪ Jesus ain't had no hand to ♪

♪ Lizard skin boots
with the built up heel ♪

♪ I said Jesus ain't had no
flawless cut diamond ring ♪

♪ With a baguette setting ♪

♪ I said, Jesus ain't had
no five brewed malt liquor ♪

♪ Jesus pain ♪

♪ I said, Jesus ♪

♪ Ain't had no fresh off
the line El Dorado custom ♪

♪ With a clear coat paint ♪

♪ I said, Jesus ♪

- Ain't had nothing but
faith, hope, and love.

And he shook the world.

I'm talking to you, brother.

- [Teen] About an hour.

- [Teen] Don't you mean
five minutes. (laughs)

- Hey, fool, man, don't forget
about that meeting, fool.

(teens chattering)

- What's up, fellas?

- Man, you back again?

What do you want?

- What's up, Jerry?

Your mother home?
- Yeah.

Hey, , what's in that bag?

- Just a game.

- Man, what the hell you bring a game for?

Pow, I got it!

- Watch out, he's gonna get you.

- No, he not. No, he not.

I'm telling you.

(game blasting)

it's jamming, man.

Exactly what I wanted.

- How did you know?

I don't remember writing Del.

- Yeah.
- I did.

- Jackie, look what I got.

- Game Boy.

- Yeah.

- With.
- [Both] "Cybernator."

(lasers blasting)

- You know,

the last thing your dad told
me was how much he loved you.

He wanted to give you a lot
more than just a video game.

- Doesn't matter.

- [Terry] It did to him.

He knew what it felt
like not having a dad.

- I don't feeling nothing.

Cool, let me see.

- The lion rules the
jungle, the eagle, the sky.

Together they got no boundaries.

- Wow.

Did it hurt?

- [Terry] Yeah, it hurt a lot.

(Jackie sneezes)

But I didn't feel nothing either.

Bless you.

- That wasn't me.

- I know.

Hey, Jerry,

next time I'll tell you a little
bit more about your father.

- Okay.

Jackie.
- Oh, Jerry.

- What you doing?

- I'm studying, which is
what you should be doing.

(chuckles)

- Where's, where's Mr. Griff at?

- In the hall.

- Hm. Okay.

- Can I talk to you?

What is it with you?

I mean, what do you want?

- I just wanted to give the
kid something, that's all.

I mean,

I thought playing a game inside the house

was better than hanging out on the street.

- Oh, is that right?

Jerry doesn't need another person

teaching him right from wrong.

Jerry's not gonna end up like his father.

He really needs to get
out of this neighborhood.

- I can help.

I mean, I might not have much to give,

but I thought that if I could
help, I want to be here,

that's all.

- I hope you're telling me the truth.

- You know, you're exactly
the way Del said you be.

- How's that?

- Complicated.

(Jackie laughs)

- Listen, I, I have to
get to the hospital.

- Can I walk you out?

- All right.

- Is that right?

- Yeah, I like being a nurse.

You know, I wanna work for a
while and then save some money,

you know, and then I
wanna go back to school

and try for my psych degree.

- You mean like a psychiatrist?

- No, a psychologist.

A psychiatrist is a doctor.

- I think you'd make a good doctor.

- Why?

- I've met enough for them to know.

- Well, you have any plans?

I mean, have you thought
about what you'd like to do?

- I got a job.

Not much, but it fills
up the day, you know?

I guess I just wanna live quiet.

- Yeah, I can-

(toy gun pops)
(Terry shouts)

Hey, it, it's okay.

It's just a toy.

I hate those things.

- Yeah, me too.

- Listen, um,

Lorraine is taking the kids
to their granny's on Wednesday

and, um, I'm having some
friends over for dinner.

You wanna come?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

Um, eight o'clock.

- I'll be there.

- [Jackie] Okay.

- Hi.

Ready to order?

- Yeah, I'll have a hamburger.

- Okay. Lettuce, tomatoes, onions?

- Okay.

- Fries or slaw?

(upbeat reggae music)

- Whatever you got.
- See, I've been there.

I've been up, I've been down.

I didn't know where I was gonna eat.

But you know what?

He gave me a shot.

- And coffee.
- He gave me a shot.

He told me I could be something.

Then two months later, man says, he says,

"Styler, if I had 10 more like
you, I'd be rich." (laughs)

Bobby Styler, employee
of the month every month.

Productivity.

Hey, homeboy.

Hey, excuse me, brother.

I see a man needing my services.

(upbeat reggae music)

27.50, tax included.

So the man says to me,

"If I had 12 more like
you, I'd be rich." (laughs)

Hey, so how long you been out?

- Couple days.

How'd you know that?

- Your tattoo.

It's homemade.

Took a lot of time.

What's that mark on?

Hey, hey, shit, it's cool, man.

I've been down myself.

I did a year in juvie.

- Yeah, hard time.

- I'm telling you, boy, it was
some heavy, heavy shit too.

I know what it's like
to be fresh on the set.

- Listen, man, I gotta go.

- What's your hurry?

- Jesus, 4.50 for a
hamburger and a coffee?

- Hey, man, don't sweat it.

It's on me.

Get me back next time, all right?

- Thanks, man.
- No problem.

Hey, man.

Hey, man, you mind if I walk with you?

Look here.

I got something I've been
trying to put together.

I've just been waiting
for the right backup.

- Yeah, I was wondering
when you get around to it.

- What do you mean, man?

- Lemme guess.

You're planning a big move, a fat score,

then you're gonna kick back
and live the life, right?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

See, you and me on the same wavelength.

That's how I knew you was one.

- Yeah, how old are you, man? 20?

- 21.

What's that got to do with?

Age is just a number.

I know what's up.

- Look, Bobby, man, you
seem like a good kid.

Why didn't you just stick to
your jewelry business, man?

And forget about robbing
liquor stores or laundromats

or whatever the hell's
keeping you up at night.

Because you know what?

You ain't that guy.

- Yeah?

What do you know about it?

- What do I know about it?
(siren squealing)

Nothing.

That's all I wanna know.

Understand?

- Yeah.

You know, you go on then.

You see what's out there.

Then come find me.

Bobby Styler, Roosevelt Hotel.

They know who I am.

- [Dominick] Rudy, he' got no money.

What should we do?

- [Rudy] Another 24 hours,
that's all he's got.

Nobody steals from Rudy Baralli.

(punches thudding)

- [Dominick] I'm warning
you, it's the last time.

Punk.

- These are for you.

- Oh, thanks.

They're, um, they're beautiful.

Terry Griff, this is Dr. Russell Perry.

- Not quite a doctor.

One more year of residency.

And this is Sylvia.

She's a friend of mine, we work together.

- Hi, it's nice to meet you.

- [Russell] So where
did the two of you meet?

- [Jackie] Oh, Terry is
a, a friend of the family.

He's been away for a while.

- Oh really?

Where?
- He, he's been outta town.

- So free health insurance
would be a disaster

for medical professions.

And it undermines the basic
concept of our dynamic economy.

- [Terry] No, thank you.

- Russell, we see sick people every day.

They are not interested
in a dynamic economy.

They just wanna get well.

- People always get sick.

Some recover, some don't.

- Oh, Russell, you are so 16th century.

- I mean, as a doctor,

I try hard to fight the
natural law of life.

But in the end,

we all have to accept the
fact that some make it

and some don't.

- I don't know, that
sounds very depressing.

- So what do you think, Terry?

Do you believe in fate?

- No.

Nobody's born to lose.

Can go either way.

Just depends what side
of the fence you're on.

- Interesting concept.

Were you a philosophy student?

- No.

State convict.

- Really?

How long were you, uh?

- In prison?

13 years.

- Do you mind if I ask you something, man?

- Go ahead.

- What's it like in the joint, man?

I mean, what's it really like?

- Mostly you wait.

- [Russell] Wait for what?

- For life to begin or to end.

- To end?

You mean to be executed?

- Russell? (chuckles)

- I mean, murdered.

- [Russell] Murdered?

- [Terry] Yeah.

- For what?

- You're talking too much.

(crickets chirping)

(Jackie laughs)

- (chuckles) Damn, it's getting late.

We gotta go.

I really wanted to say hi
to Lorraine and the kids.

- Well they, they're at their granny's.

They won't be back till tomorrow.

- Okay.

- Terry, can we drop you somewhere?

- No. Thanks.

- I'll see you later, all right?

- Goodbye.

- Drive safe, you guys.

- We will.
- Thanks.

- Good night.

(door creaks)

He can be a little uptight
sometimes. (laughs)

Oh my god.

Russell, like, woke up and left. (laughs)

Oh man.

- Sorry about that.

- That's all right.

I should have told him the
truth when you got here.

- Yeah, kind of figured if he
knew about Del then, you know,

he might not-

Why should he know about Del, Terry?

I mean, there are friends
of mine from work, you know,

from the hospital?

But you think I announced
to the whole world

I got a convict for a brother-in-law?

You know, why should I be judged?

You think I don't know about that fence

you were talking about?

Lo, the kids, and me, we all know.

That's why we got to get out.

And I wanna make that happen.

(gentle piano music)

(Jackie chuckles)

You really must have scared him.

Look at this.

- Let me see.

- Oh my god.

(Jackie laughs)

- Muscular contraction.

After an intravascular
injection of amnio sulfate

results in.

- Oh, in a dynamic economy?

- Yeah, right.

- Check this out.

- What's that?

Oh, yeah.

- It's a stethoscope.

You know how this works?

- Let me see it.

- Go like this.

In your ear right here.

Right.

Like this.

Can you hear me?

- Yes.

(both laugh)

Okay, I want you to listen
to my breath, all right.

- Breast?

- Breath.

Here. Look.

Here's, here's my lung right here.

Right here. Okay?

Okay, here I go.

(inhales deeply)

Ah.

- Uh-oh.

- What?

- Last train in 10 minutes.

- You better hurry.

Hey.

Oh (laughs).

Woo. Mm.

I, um, put a towel in
the bathroom for you.

- Thanks.

You sure about this?

Me staying over?

- Yeah, yeah.

They won't be back till tomorrow.

(both laugh)

Whoa.

- Jackie, I had a real fun time tonight.

Thanks.

- I'm glad you could come.

- [Terry] Me too.

- Okay, goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Jackie.
- Hm?

- Can you leave that open for me?

- Okay.

- [Terry] Thanks.

- Okay.
- Goodnight.

(dramatic music)

(train rumbling)

(gun blasts)

(people shouting)

(Del screaming)

(Terry grunting)

- Terry, it's okay.

Hey, Terry. Terry.

(Terry moaning)
Terry. Terry.

Terry.

Terry.

Shh.

Shh.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

(Terry breathes shakily)

(breathing slows)

(pensive piano music)

Terry.

Terry, how old were you when you went in?

(pensive music)

- I was 16.

(melancholy music)

(Terry mumbling)

(melancholy music)

- It's okay.

Okay.

(pensive piano music)

(moves into tender music)

(both breathing heavily)

(tender piano music)

(both breathing heavily)

(tender piano music)

- See you Friday, okay?

- Okay.

(bright piano music)

(singer vocalizing)

(baby laughing)

(bright music)

- Morning.

- [Pedestrian] Hey.

(bell jingles)

(bright piano music)

- Glad you to stopped by.

- Listen, man, last night
I missed my last train.

Come on, man, gimme a break.

I just was at the Reston's.

Parole board knows about it.

- They're not your residence, Terrence.

- I made a mistake.

It won't happen again.

- That's more like you in every bunch.

The minute I turn my back-
- Please.

I don't wanna be late for work.

- You broke your parole, Terrence.

- Terry.
(siren blares)

Aw, come on, man.

- Don't man me, you little prick.

- I told you it won't happen again.

I promise.

- I can get a arrest warrant in a minute.

You fuck with me and I'll use it.

I'll tell you what.

I'll let it pass this time.

Let's just say you owe me.

- Thanks.
- Say it.

- I owe you.

- Good.

Now get cleaned up for work.

Sorry, fellas, false alarm.

How about some breakfast for your trouble?

(fire roars)

(door creaks)

- [Jesse] It's Jesse, your neighbor.

Open up, man.

- What do you want?

- I got a problem, man.

Come on, open up.

Hey, Terry, right?

Listen, um, I'm Jesse.

My PO's on his way.

I need you to hold my stash for me.

- What are you crazy,
bringing this shit in my room?

- Yours is gone, man.

I can get three years for this shit.

- Three years, this'd give me life.

- Come on, man, do me this solid.

I'll make it right for you.

You want some pussy?

I can get you some pussy, man.

Thank you, man.

I appreciate it.

You know I'd do the same thing for you.

(faucet shrieks)

God damn, mother fucker-

- Wrong with you, man.

You done hurry to die?

(water trickling)

Find something else to do.

(door slams)

(water trickling)

(fire roars)

- Griff, here you go.

(workers chattering)

- Hey, Griff, what do you say
you go out with us tonight?

Grab a couple of beers.

Chase some broads, huh?

- No, thanks.

Not tonight, man.

- Okay, see you Monday.
- Thanks.

Hey, what's this?

- [Foreman] Hey, Griff,

you're gonna have to check
that out with payroll.

(workers chattering and laughing)

- Looks okay to me.

- It's not okay.

- Didn't Price give you the deal?

- No. What deal?

- (chuckles) Son of a bitch did it again.

Do you believe that asshole?

- [Terry] What deal?

- The fee.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- The job fee.

Third of your pay for
the first six months.

Then 20% after that, if you last.

What, you think you just walk in here,

fresh out of the lockup
and go on full pay?

- What I think?

I think you and Price are trying to pull

some jailhouse bullshit
on me and pocket my money.

- Look, I don't have
time for this nonsense.

Take it up with Price.

He's the one that worked the deal for you.

(tense music)

Get outta here.

(door slams)

- [Price] Griff, what are you doing here?

- Maybe, maybe you can
explain that deal to me.

- Listen, I told you before.

If you gonna last here, you
gotta be a little more grateful.

Nothing's for free.
- This ain't right.

It ain't right.

You didn't even tell me.

- Listen, you're beginning to irritate me.

- I just want what's mine.

I earned that money.

- What the hell,

you think people like
you get jobs for free?

You better wake up, boy,
this is the real world.

- The real world.

You wouldn't last five
minutes in my world.

I wanna talk to your superior.

- Okay

(tense music)

This is Price.

I need a car.

Griff, Terrence.

Drugs.
- That's not mine!

- I told you, don't fuck with me!

(phone thuds)

(dramatic music)

(Price grunting)

(Price coughing)

- You all right?

Hey, man, I'm sorry.

- Fuck!

You finished!

I told you, you're finished!

(dramatic music)

(singer vocalizing)

(sirens blaring)

(dramatic music)
(singer vocalizing)

(dramatic music continues)

(dramatic music continues)

(Terry knocking)

- Jackie.
(knocks)

Jackie, it's me.
- Terry.

Terry, what happened?

Our date was yesterday.

What?
- I know.

Look, I gotta talk to you, Jackie.

- What's going on?

- I gotta leave town.

- What happened?

Some, something with your
job, with your parole?

- I broke it.

- I don't understand.

What did you do?

- Had an argument with my parole officer.

- Well, it can't be that bad.

I, I'll help you.

- No, it's over.

It's all over.

I can't stay here.

I ain't going back to prison.

I gotta travel, Jackie.

I want you to come with me.

- With you where?

(tender music)

- I don't know.

- Oh, Jesus, Terry.

This is too much, you know?

I mean, my whole world is here.

My, my sister, my school, her kids.

I mean, they all need me.

- I need you.

- Terry, look, if you
have a problem, all right,

I wanna help you.
- Please don't say no.

- I don't know if I can, all right?

- Trust me, it's all gonna work out.

- Terry, I'm afraid.

(tender music)

- [Terry] I know.

Meet you here tomorrow night.

(pensive music)

(metal rattles)

(Terry knocks)

- [Jesse] Who's there?

- Me, Terry, man, open up.

- [Jesse] What the hell
you want, mother fucker?

- Hey, man, sorry about the other night.

(lock clicks)

(door thuds)

- Goddammit, get away!

I ain't done nothing to you, man.

(Jesse grunting)

- We gonna talk, my man.

- I ain't got nothing to say to you.

- You're gonna tell me who's
dealing in this neighborhood.

- Why should I know, man?

I'm clean.

You straighten me up, remember?

Ow!

- I want a name right now.

- What name?

What do you think, I'm
a fucking narc? (grunts)

Listen, you want some smack?

I can get you some smack, man.

That'll smooth you out, okay?

- I'm looking for Rudy Baralli.

- Listen, I can get you some pussy.

(Jesse grunts)

- He's a lizard man.

Likes playing with rubber bands.

- Listen, man, I can get you high

but I can't get you no kinky
shit with rubber bands.

(grunts)

No, no, wait a minute.

(drugs tapping)
Wait, wait, no.

Fuck, no.

- You know who I'm looking for.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

That rubber band dude,

he don't want me sending him no strangers.

- We're not strangers, we just lost touch.

- Wait a minute.

I know where he lives.

God damn, I gotta get my own place.

(traffic whooshing)

(Terry knocks)

- [Bobby] Who is it?

- Bobby?
- Yeah.

- Styler.

- Maybe.

- Yeah, it's me, Griff, man.

Open up.
- Who?

- Terry Griff, I bought a
watch from you the other day.

- Hey, look, man, once
you buy it, you own it.

I don't give no warranties.

- Nah, man, it ain't about that.

I just want to talk to you.

- What's up, man?

- Yo, man.

Listen, I gotta know, man.

You serious about making a move?

- Hey, man, I'm serious as a heart attack.

You saying you got something?

- Yeah, a house, you up for it?

- I don't know, man, I
mean, is it for real?

'Cause you know Bobby Styler
don't play no bullshit.

- Yeah, it's for real.

Are you?

- Yeah.

Yeah, man, break it down.

- You got a car, man?

- Yeah, yeah I got a car, man.

Where's the house?

- It's uptown.

- Yo, man, you tired?

You kick back.

I'll have another bed set up.

(Bobby thumps)

Hey, Griff, you know
anything about electric?

Oh, you're taking a nap?

That's cool.

I'll go get a some T-bird.

When I get back we'll talk
some serious business.

(door slams)

Here you go.

Yeah, you sure about this, right?

You positive that there's cash there?

- Hey look, man, there's
smack dealers, man.

They don't take credit cards.

- Yeah, yeah, I know what you told me,

but how do you know that
the mother fuckers have-

- Hey, man, nothing is for sure.

If you don't want to do
this, it's cool, man.

I'm going with or without you.

(lighter clicks)

- Let's do it.

Come on, mother fucker.

Come on, man.

Party's damn near over.

You haven't even left the house yet.

Yo, I'm hungry, Griff.

Let's get a couple slices
of pizza, come back later.

This dude ain't going nowhere.

(car alarm beeps)

Yeah, there he is.

Ha ha. Showtime.

It's time for Bobby Styler to clean house.

Let's go. Let's do it.

(suspenseful music)

(hook clanks)

- Meet me up front.

- Yeah, leave it up to me, man.

Five time all-ghetto house climbing champ.

(hook rattles)
(suspenseful music)

(objects rattling)

Woo!

(suspenseful music)

- Bobby.

Bobby, come on.

♪ Swing your body to and fro ♪

- Got a hand it to you,
Salvy, you were smooth.

- (laughs) Sure was.

(door rattles)

What the fuck?

(gun clicks)

(water bubbling)

(object thuds)

(Salvy thuds)

- Hold it, asshole.

- Oh ho!

- Stand up.

(suspenseful music)

Who the fuck are you?

(object thuds)

- Come on, let's go.

What are you doing?

- Wondering what it
feels like to get even.

- Come on, man, come on.

(gun rattles)

(dramatic music)

(doors slams)

(dramatic music)

- Man, we bum rushed the set
like mother fucking gangsters.

That shit was cool, man.

Oh, it's a good night to be Bobby Styler.

- Just drive the car.

- That shit was still cool though.

Oh shit!

Holy shit!

Hey, Griff, check this out.

(laughs) Yo, we're rich, cuz.

- $250,000 in untraceable bonds gone.

These bonds are not mature.

They're gonna try to move them.

- They're aren't a half
a dozen guys in this town

that can take that paper.

- That's right.

I'll check with our people.

And you two better pray we
catch these little bastards

or I'm gonna have you
checking IDs at some fucking

blow job joint on Cicero Avenue.

- You mean to tell me
that each one of these

is worth $10,000?

- You got it, bro.

Just as soon as they come
due on September 1st.

- September 1st?

I need money now, Bobby.

- No problem, man.

Any fence in the city will
give us 50 cents on the dollar.

And I'm down with a heavyweight.

Don't you get it, man?

We made it!

Tomorrow I just make a couple calls

and we let the good times roll.

We let 'em roll, man.

You hear me, Griff?

We let it roll.

We let it roll. Woo hoo!

Woo hoo hoo! (laughs)

Go ahead, throw one up.

Yeah, but you gotta say "Woo hoo."

- [Terry] Woo hoo!

Are you sure this is a place?

- Yo, man, I know this is a place.

(tires screech)

Trust me, it's time to get paid, boy.

Time to get paid.

- Hey, Bobby.
- What?

- Are you forgetting something?

- Uh, my good looks?

Thank you, man.

Be right back.

(door creaks)

Hey, man.

Hey, Julie in?

- Yeah, come on.

(knocking)

Julie, it's me, Marco.

- [Julie] Yeah?

- Some kid out here
says you wanna see him.

- Who is he?

- I dunno, some black kid.

- You checked him out?

- Yeah, he's clean.

- [Julie] Send him in.

- Hey, Julie, how you feeling?

- Do I know you?

- Of course you know me, Bobby Styler.

I brought you the knockoffs
from Chucky T, remember?

- Oh yeah, half those fucking
things had empty cases.

I lost my on ass on them.

- Empty? Really?

Chucky guaranteed them.

Wait 'til I see that punk.

- Yeah, yeah, what do you got?

What do you want?

- Well, what I want is to do business.

What I got is this.

- Huh, where'd you get this?

- Nevermind where I got it.

I got it.
- How many?

- 25.

- Hmm, oh, I don't know.

A year to the maturity
and no early exchange.

- Come on, man, there's good
as gold and you know it.

- Give you 20 points.

- 20 Points?

20 points. they're worth 50.

- 25, I can take it on the arches.

- I gotta talk to my partner.

- You talk to whoever
you want but do it fast.

That paper's red hot.

- You passed on $60,000?

- Hell yeah I passed on $60,000.

They're worth a quarter of a million.

- See this?

You know what this is worth to me?

It's worth dick.

- Yeah, so's a check until you cash it.

- I'm on the run, you understand?

If I get caught there ain't
enough money in the world,

that's gonna keep me on the street.

So why don't you just quit
fucking around and take the deal?

- Okay.

You know what, man?

I, I tell you one thing though,

wherever we go, we going first class.

- No, we ain't going nowhere, Bobby.

I'm going.

(tires screech)

- Yeah, yeah, I understand.

Once you get your money,

you don't need no nigga hanging around.

- Call it whatever you want.

- Man, didn't all those years in the joint

teach you anything?

We're nothing by ourselves.

Nothing.

All right, look, I'm asking you.

Can I go with you?

Take me with you, please.

- I'll think about it.

- What?

- All right, you can come.

- I'll think about it. (chuckles)

Yeah, yeah, I got 'em.

See you then.

(phone dings)
That's it.

- Are you sure you can do this?

- It's already done.

What if something goes wrong?

- Ain't nothing going wrong.

There ain't shit to it.

All you gotta do is get
your things together,

relax your mind, and think
about the country, all right?

All right?

- Yeah.
- Well all right.

Hey, you know I'd love to hang
out and talk and all that,

but that's just gimme my money.

You know I ain't playing with you.

Give me my money.

Don't fuck around now.

(suspenseful music)
Who the fuck are you?

Hey, where the fuck you going, Julie?

We had a deal.

Answer me, mother fucker.

- Sorry, kid.

- Yeah, I guess I better
be going too, huh?

(suspenseful music)
(horn honking)

(suspenseful music)

- Lift him up.

It's a nice stretch.

- Yeah, you wanna buy 'em back?

- (laughs) That's funny.

That little fucker steals my clothes,

asks me if I want to buy 'em back.

Who's your partner?

Where is he?

- Look, I told you, man.

He's just some dude I met on the street.

I don't even know his name.

- Dominick.

You take a good look at
me, you little street punk.

(Bobby gasping)

I'm gonna burn your fucking eyeballs out.

(blow torch hisses)

- Come on, man, you don't have to do this.

All right.

Roosevelt Hotel, room 208.

Now set it off, man.

Set it off!

(Bobby huffing)

- Good boy.

(tires screech)

(suspenseful music)

(gun blasts)
(Dominick grunts)

- Where's the kid?

Where is he?

Julie's Body Shop.

22nd and Ashland.

- Pick up the cuffs.

Face down on the bed, both of you.

Come on, move it.

Hands to the bars.

Cuff your partner.

(thugs grunting)

Move it!

(thug groans)

You got cuffs?
- Yeah, I got cuffs.

- Cuff yourself.

You, open your mouth.

- Fuck! (grunts)

(Dominick mumbles)

- Move it.

Open you mouth.

You guys are pathetic, you know that?

(thugs grunting)

(door slams)

- [Dominick] Fuck!

(suspenseful music)

(tires screeching)

- So you two little street
rats had it all figured out,

didn't you?

Front my paper and you
can retire to the beach.

(cans rattle)

(chuckles) It's getting late.

I don't think anybody's gonna show up.

Do you?

(Bobby huffing)

That's too bad

because I wanted your partner

to watch me blow you up like a god damn,

wire-haired balloon.

(tires screech)

Freeze or you're dead.

Drop the piece.

(gun rattles)

Turn around.

Griff?

You got brass balls, you know that?

It's too bad that so
much time in the joint

has numbed your brain.

What are you sticking
your neck out for lowlifes

like this for?

Huh?

You're a dangerous man to have a friend.

You got a habit of getting
people killed, don't you?

You should have learned in the joint,

you go against me, pal, you're gonna lose.

(Rudy grunts)

(both grunting)
(punches thudding)

(Rudy groans)

(paint hisses)
(Rudy screams)

Oh my god!

My eyes, you son of a bitch! (screams)

(paint can rattles)

(gun blasting)

(both grunt)
(explosion roars)

You fuck. Take it.
(gun bangs)

(Terry screams)

(suspenseful music)
(fire crackles)

(tanks thud)
(Rudy grunts)

Ah, my legs!

(Terry grunting)

- [Terry] Come on.

- [Rudy] No!

- Come on.

(Rudy screaming)

Bobby.

Come on, man, we're getting outta here.

Come on, come on.

- Get the bonds, Griff.

Top drawer in the office.

Go get it.

(Rudy screaming)

(objects clattering)

(fire crackles)

- Griff, don't leave me here.

(glass shattering)

Griff!

(door slams)

(Bobby coughing)

- [Bobby] I'm sorry I told.

- It's okay, don't worry about it.

(Bobby coughing)

(explosion booms)

(door slams)

(suspenseful music)

(Terry coughs)

(suspenseful music)

(door slams)

You all right?

- I'm thirsty.

- Tired?

You wanna take a nap?

It's cool.

Get some z's, man.

- Yeah, big move.

Fat score, then we kick
back and we live life.

- Here you go.

Live the life.

Let it roll, Bobby.

- Hey, Griff.

Don't forget about me.

- Never.

(pensive music)

(pensive music continues)

(singer vocalizing)

(Terry grunting)

- Terry.

You all right?

You okay?

I was really worried about you, you know?

Terry,

I can't go with you, okay?

- I know.

Just wanted to say goodbye.

- You take care of yourself, okay?

- Thank you, Jackie.

Thank you.
(tender music)

(engine whirs)

(tender pensive music)

(pensive music continues)

(gate rattles)

(pensive music)

(siren chirps)

(pensive music)

(Terry grunts)

(gate rattles)
(Terry huffing)

(pensive music)

(gate rattles)

(Terry huffing)
(dramatic pensive music)

(pensive music continues)

(gate rattles)

- Hey.

Hey, buddy. You okay?

- Christ.

Is he dead?

- Yeah.

Let's go, there's nothing more we can do.

- [Railroad Worker] Too bad, huh?

Young guy like that.

(pensive music)

(pensive music continues)

(pensive music continues)

(pensive music continues)

(moves into light piano music)

(singer vocalizing)

(light piano music)

(light piano music continues)

(singer vocalizing)

(light piano music)