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MAN ON RADIO: The fight is over.

The former Champ is back!

Congratulations, Detective. You got him to the ring.

Yeah. Well, I hope you remember that when the proper time comes.

You like to beat on people, huh?

You ever tried with a grown man?

So what you doing for work these days, hmm?

I got a line on something.

- McKINLEY: How much? - 20K.

Who we robbin'?

(GRUNTS)

McKINLEY: Boone. Me and you gonna be on the front door.

Willie Black, Tommy, and Baby Ray,

y'all gonna be with the hostages, shuttle 'em into the basement.

Y'all got one job.

To make this here look like the foxiest party all year.

Vivian, Maxine...

You three gonna be acting like our distinguished hosts.

See, I feel like letting my hair down.

Your town. So where are we going?

CHICKEN MAN: I think I know a place.

- What's goin' on? Where everybody at? - (GUN COCKING)

McKINLEY: This is a fucking robbery. Get on the ground!

CHICKEN MAN: Listen to me now. Hey, okay. All right.

McKINLEY: Move and you're fucking dead!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Y'all niggas gonna kiss or something?

Get the fuck on.

Go on.

Stop your ass right there.

Go sit down.

We got some new house guests.

I want all y'all motherfuckers to make them feel welcome, you hear me?

Inside, right jacket pocket.

One ring, one watch.

Let me help you with this.

You're shaking too fucking much.

This your first time?

Get the fuck over there, now!

Take that fucking ring off.

Now!

WILLIE: Actually, all y'all motherfuckers sit the fuck down.

That's all I got. That's all I got, man.

Get the fuck over there.

Hey, hold on, hold on.

That's it... that's it, man.

You think you're slick, man? Get the fuck back there!

- Forgot I had that. - TOMMY: Move!

Hey. Now, look, man, we ain't seen none of y'all faces.

So clearly, y'all smart, right?

Ain't nobody here trying to get hurt. So why don't y'all do what y'all came to do?

Hit your lick, get on up out of here

and, and, and let these people go.

And we just call it all even.

Or you can sit your country ass down,

before I change your life and shoot your fucking dick off.

Who would be dumb enough to be fucking robbin' us?

That's the million-dollar question.

(POP ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

The Senator say everybody and they mama

gonna be at this party tonight at the Hyatt.

Sidney gonna be there.

Liz Taylor. Lola Falana.

Man, I even heard Diana Ross might make an appearance.

And I'm gonna get her to sing a song for me.

One of them lullabies or something.

Yeah, well, the party's supposed to end around 1:00 a.m.

- (ALI CHUCKLES) - That should be plenty of time to get you to the airport.

Man, that plane won't take off till I'm on it.

Uh, we got a pretty strict schedule to keep, Champ. It's for your safety.

Hudson, I just got my life back.

Ain't no schedules tonight.

(LAUGHS HEARTILY)

(UPBEAT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

So I told him. I said, "If he go down in six, I just didn't want it to end quick.

"If he go down in five, check his pulse."

"Is he alive? If he go down in four, Quarry couldn't take it no more."

JENKINS: J.D.!

-"If you he go down in three..." - (CHUCKLES)

There you are.

Oh, I tell you what.

- Mm. - I'll hand it to you,

your team did solid work with Ali.

Now this puts a real feather in our cap.

- Uh, Chief. - Hmm?

There is one thing I did wanna bend your ear about.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. What's that?

- Bill Mason. - Mm-hmm.

Getting a lotta complaints.

Brutality. False Arrest.

I think it's time we-we gotta do something about this man.

Uh, you tryna tell me

how to do my job now... (CHUCKLES)... are you?

No, no, no.

Look, look, Mason's a good cop.

He's just a bit high-strung.

(STUTTERING) Leave it be.

Leave it be.

(FUNKY INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

You got something you need to say to me?

You and Chicken fucked up, that's what.

While y'all was too busy focusing on the trim,

you should have been hiring more security.

- VIVIAN: Security wasn't my department. - Negro, please.

Chicken Man listen to whatever you say.

So let me tell you something, this shit on y'all.

- Say that nose-to-nose, bitch. - LENA: Hey, hey, hey!

- Are y'all trying to get us killed? - I'm talking to you, bitch!

- Stop it! - What, you out of your motherfuckin' mind?

BOONE: Whatchu say?

McKINLEY: Hey, the fuck is going on in here?

You three, get down the hall.

Move. Now.

Watch 'em.

Get in.

Come on. Hurry up.

(SIGHS) Now, look, I don't wanna hear a peep out of y'all

in this room. You understand?

- If I gotta come back in... - We won't be any trouble.

McKINLEY: Good.

Oh. Don't even think about running,

'cause we got people on the street

watching all the windows and doors.

- We clear? - Mm-hmm.

MAXINE: Now, whatchu say your name was again?

Lisa?

- Lena. - And where your people stay?

East Point. And yours?

I got people everywhere.

Okay, if y'all done wasting time,

I found us a way out of here.

Okay, and how is that?

The attic don't lead to the street.

Lead to the side of the house. One of us get free, go get help.

Okay, simple. I will do it.

Yeah, all that behind ain't gonna fit up through that little...

Uh-uh. Look, I'll do it. Plus, I know the neighbor.

East Point, what about you?

All right, let's do it.

VIVIAN: Okay.

How the fuck

did y'all miss this motherfucker's ring right here?

Well, this ring here is worthless titty dust.

- WILLIE: Mm-hmm. - It just got sentimental value.

TOMMY: I tried pullin' it off. Shit, the nigga finger's fat as shit.

Thing is, the damn thing is too tight to come off now.

- Is it? - Doc said some shit about hypertension.

Lemme see. Hypertension.

Lemme see the ring.

You know, my auntie got hypertension.

- We'll see what this ring talk about. Come on. - Hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, slow down. Slow down, motherfucker!

- Hey, hey, hey! - WILLIE: Like I said,

- let's just get the ring outta there! - BUNKER: Ow, motherfucker!

What the fuck, nigga? No, motherfucker!

- Slow down! Slow down! It's not gon'... (SCREAMING) - Ready? One...

(ALL EXCLAIMING IN SHOCK)

God damn, nigga!

Fucking dick!

(UPBEAT POP MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

McKINLEY: You gonna open the door. You hear me?

- You hear me? - Yes!

McKINLEY: Get to the motherfuckin' door. Act natural.

Welcome to the party.

Come in.

- (GUN COCKING) - McKINLEY: This a robbery!

Get in the fucking kitchen!

- (DOORBELL RINGING) - Welcome.

Please join us.

- (GUN COCKING) - McKINLEY: Get in the kitchen!

- TOMMY: Go. - (JEWELRY CLINKING)

We got more cars coming.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

TOMMY: Get the fuck over here! All y'all, hurry up!

(DOORBELL RINGING)

LADY: Come on in.

- (GUN COCKING) - McKINLEY: This a fucking robbery!

Move to the fucking den!

(MUSHMOUTH ROWE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Shoot me, nigga. (GROANS)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

- MUSHMOUTH ROWE: Talkin' all that shit! (GROANS) - WILLIE: Got somethin' else

- to say, you trout-mouth motherfucker? - FRANK: Hey,

you got everything under control, brother.

All that shit ain't necessary.

You're scaring the sisters.

Some of y'all niggas itchin' to see Jehovah tonight.

I'll be happy to send you on your way.

Sit down.

It don't matter to me whether y'all motherfuckers breathin' or not.

'Cause we takin' yo shit either way.

Matter of fact,

- strip 'em. - (PEOPLE EXCLAIM)

WILLIE: Start with the fellas.

Then the gals.

If any of you motherfuckers...

got a problem with that, y'all can come see me.

McKINLEY: Bag's fillin' up.

Might be time to call it.

BOONE: Nah, it's still early.

Look, quitting while you're ahead ain't the same as quitting.

Mac, we got more money coming. What you wanna do?

(INHALES DEEPLY, EXHALES)

McKINLEY: One more hour and we're outta here.

Damn, nigga. It's too tight, motherfucker.

(WILLIE CLICKING TONGUE)

Manners, bitch.

Yeah.

Hey, Frank.

- Frank! - Don't be Frank-ing me, li'l nigga.

Sittin' down here in this goddamn basement in our drawers.

Look, Frank, I just wanna say I'm sorry about all this.

Hey, we way past sorry, all right?

There ain't but one motherfucker been tryin' to make me come to some soiree

since we landed in this raggedy motherfucker

and that's the nigga standing there with the warm-ass long johns on,

while the rest of us down here, freezin' our nuts off.

Wait, hold on, Frank. You think I had something to do...

- (RUSTLING) - (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

- Frank! - Look. You're either very smart or very stupid.

But you're gonna be very dead

if you don't figure out a way to get us up out this shit.

- Who gonna be dead? - Did I stutter, nigga?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

TOMMY: Man, get your ass over here.

Get your big ass against the wall, nigga.

CADILLAC RICHIE: See these niggas all covered up.

No marks. No tattoos.

Hard to tell where they from.

Yeah, that's 'cause they cowboys.

Anybody crazy enough to rob y'all got to have a death wish.

CADILLAC RICHIE: That loud one over there,

he killed before.

Got real steady hands.

But them other two, amateurs.

If anyone tries anything, shoot them.

You hear me?

Don't try no stupid shit.

(SOFT POP MUSIC PLAYING)

- (VIVIAN GRUNTS) - (CREAKING)

(WILLIE GROANS)

You wanna tell me why you got the fucking basement

looking like a goddamn bathhouse?

Yeah, I don't know if you know this, motherfucker,

but you got me down there with two little-ass kids outnumbered ten to one.

I'm just trying to level the playing field.

And some of the motherfuckers down there is real hard-headed.

Next person to try some bullshit is getting shot.

- (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) - Ain't nobody getting shot.

Says who?

Y'all two a little wet behind the ears, ain't you?

- (GUN COCKING) - TOMMY: Shut the fuck up.

CHICKEN MAN: Hold on now. Ain't no need for that.

I'm tryna say I don't think you got any clue

as to who you're stealing from, that's all.

Some of the biggest goddamn gangsters in the country are in this room.

- You got New Jersey... - (BREATHING HEAVILY)

...Detroit, Kansas City, and Chicago.

These kats in here are some stone-cold killers.

(GRUNTS)

(EXHALES)

McKINLEY: Put the drink down,

get back to work.

- (SMACKS LIPS) - (GLASS THUDS)

(WILLIE SIGHS)

Come on, lift me higher.

- (SCREAMS) - (THUDS)

Get up, he's coming.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

WILLIE: Bitch, what the fuck are you doing?

Go, go, go. Go, go.

(VIVIAN BREATHING HEAVILY)

Welcome.

Ladies and gents, we got us a real treat tonight.

See, this right here

is an Atlanta legend.

Mm.

See... (SIGHS) Back in the day,

my uncle used to take me to this titty bar.

Over there on Stewart Ave.

Now, now, all their chicks was fine.

(CHUCKLES) But there was this one dancer...

She was my uncle's favorite.

I mean...

This motherfucker light up like a Christmas tree every time he sees this bitch.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

She went by the name of Sweets.

'Cause if you asked her nicely,

she'd lick you like candy.

Now, most of y'all ain't get to see Sweets in her glory days,

but fret not, 'cause tonight,

she's stepping out of retirement

for one last song. Get that right there.

- Put it over there. - SLIM: What is this nigga doing, man?

Yeah, right next to that pole there.

- (CHAIR THUDDING) - There you go.

Don't be shy now, Sweets.

It's just like riding a bike.

Come on, Sweets.

Give us a show now, baby.

Hey, uh...

I think you're taking a little bit too far now.

Shit don't stop till I say.

I think... I think right now maybe you need to understand

you got all of us. Ain't no reason for you to have her.

Let her go on back upstairs.

- Let her just... - Didn't I already told you to shut the fuck up, huh?

Didn't we already go through this, huh?

And you over here talking and opened up your mouth.

But since you want to open up your mouth for this bitch,

why don't you open up your mouth for this shit right here?

- Go on, open up your fucking... No, no, no, no, no. - No, okay.

- Open up. I don't give a fuck what you saying. - Okay, I'll do it!

Open up your mouth right the fuck...

- Look, I'll do it. - Excuse me?

(BREATHING HEAVILY) I'll do it.

Viv, you ain't got to do this.

It's okay, Chicken. (SHUDDERS)

Go on, sit the fuck down before I paint the room with you and your bitch.

Go on.

Sweets, I'm sorry you had to see that, baby.

(VIVIAN SHUDDERING)

Let's get back to what we came here for.

Hmm?

Go on, show us what's sweet about you.

(VIVIAN SHUDDERING)

MALE ANNOUNCER OVER RADIO: And next up this evening, Cry to Me

- by Solomon Burke. - Go on.

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

(MAN SINGING) ♪ When your baby

♪ Leaves you all alone

♪ And nobody

♪ Calls you on the phone

♪ Don't you feel like crying?

♪ Don't you feel like crying?

♪ Well, here I am, my honey

♪ C'mon, you cry to me

♪ When you're all alone

♪ In your lonely room

♪ And there's nothing

♪ But the smell of her perfume

♪ Don't you feel like crying?

♪ Don't you feel like crying?

♪ Don't you feel like crying?

♪ C'mon, c'mon, cry to me

♪ Whoa, nothing

♪ Can be sadder than a glass of wine alone

♪ Loneliness, loneliness

♪ Such a waste of time

♪ Oh oh yes

♪ You don't ever have to walk alone

♪ Come on take my hand

♪ And baby, won't you walk with me? ♪

- (SONG ENDS) - (VIVIAN SHUDDERING)

(WILLIE CLICKING TONGUE)

You still got it, Sweets.

That'll do.

Take her upstairs, put her back in the room.

BABY RAY: (CLEARS THROAT) Let's go, Sweets.

That's not my fucking name.

BABY RAY: Hold on.

What?

- BABY RAY: Hey, I'm sorry about... - (DOOR SLAMS)

ALI: So Senator Johnson told me to come down here to Atlanta.

Go face to face right here with a white man in Dixie.

- So I showed up, knocked him out, and had some fun. - Champ!

- ALI: You know what I mean? - Champ!

Maddox should've never let you come here.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir. it seems like you at the wrong party.

MAN: You call yourself the greatest?

- (GRUNTS) - HUDSON: Hey, hey, hey.

- (PEOPLE GASPING) - Stay down, man.

Come on, get him out of here.

You ready to go?

- Let's go. - Excuse me.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

♪ I don't want nobody to need me I don't need... ♪

Say, player, I thought you might be able to help us out.

We seemed a bit turned around.

What can I do you for?

We lookin' for a casino party. You know where it's at?

Ain't no happening's around these parts, Mama.

Downtown, that's your ticket.

- (MUSIC CONTINUES ON RADIO) - (ENGINE REVVING)

You got a line to the casino party?

Sure do, follow me.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Welcome to the party.

- Come on in. - SILKY: Hey.

- Come on in. - Where Chicken Man?

- (GUN COCKING) - McKINLEY: Right here, motherfucker.

SILKY: Damn.

This is some bullshit.

- You telling me? - What the fuck did you do?

What you mean, what the fuck I do? I ain't do nothing.

I'm getting robbed.

Crazy thing Frank think I'm a part of this whole goddamn thing.

Well, are you?

No. What kinda question is that?

You know goddamn well I ain't do no shit like that.

Look, there's an opportunity for me and you to be some real heroes.

When that Lone Ranger motherfucker come back down here,

you and I gonna turn into Batman and Robin.

We're gonna ram his ass.

Bang, boom, pow. Me and you.

Nigga, we're down here all tied like sheep.

Like Laurel and Hardy.

We ain't "bang, boom, pow" and shit.

Frank said I'm dead if I don't figure something out.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Now, I done made many a White man mad,

but who was he?

Oh. That's one of Lester Maddox's good buddies.

Ah! Now it all makes sense.

I couldn't tell if he was more sore about me whooping up on Quarry

or Governor Maddox for allowing it.

You know, Maddox so upset and he been raising hell all week.

Why didn't he just stop the fight?

Well, if you call the Senator up someday,

he'll tell you all about it.

Look, I gotta find a pay phone, okay, to call the house.

Call? Man, let's go.

No, a call will be fine.

Brother, where I come from,

when you get a chance to go home,

you go home.

Plus, I ain't seen nothin' but the country and the ring all week.

I'm trying to see the city, man.

Get in the car.

- ALI: Come on. - (HUDSON CLEARS THROAT)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(CADILLAC RICHIE BREATHING HEAVILY)

Frank, these motherfuckers are sloppy as shit.

I don't want to spend the whole fucking night here.

I say we go and grab that one motherfucker,

use him as a shield and shoot our way the fuck out of here.

- Man, you jivin'. - Oh, yeah.

SILKY: Shit, you serious?

Like a fucking heart attack.

Anybody listening to Cadillac goin' home in a box.

I'm trying to get us outta here.

You're trying to get us killed, motherfucker.

Yeah. Yeah, while y'all sittin' around here bitchin',

I've been schemin' on a way to get up out this motherfucker. Psst.

(ALL SNICKER)

- MAN: Nigga. - Don't nobody fuck with Frank Moten,

and live to tell the tale.

Hey, man, what's all this?

HUDSON: Your guess is as good as mine.

Look like a party.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Atlanta.

(PEOPLE CONTINUE CHEERING)

Y'all sure know how to make a man feel like the champ.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

What's goin' on, man. I'm Muhammad Ali.

MAN: Nice to see you.

You wanna keep your hands by your face.

You see I drop my hands...

HUDSON: Ran into the Chief tonight.

Oh, and what did he say?

He said the same thing he always say.

"You just play ball J.D., it's all gonna work out".

Hmm. Drunk-ass.

Now, I seem to remember a very wise, handsome man

saying that you can't put a clock on progress.

Yeah.

DELORES: Baby, look around you.

Muhammad Ali is standing in our front yard.

The world got to witness him do something they said was impossible.

And you were a huge part of that.

- Tonight, let's celebrate. - (HUDSON GRUNTS)

Tomorrow, we strategize.

Okay.

(KISSING)

♪ And I thank you

I love you, Dee.

♪ You didn't have to make it like you did

♪ But you did, but you did

♪ And I thank you

♪ All my life I've been shortchanged

♪ Without your love, baby... ♪

(SONG FADES)

MAXINE: Viv, why you won't tell us what they did?

What'd they do to you?

- You dropped me on purpose. - She did what?

VIVIAN: I felt it.

So now it's my fault?

Maybe you should lie down, get some rest.

You know more than you sayin'.

Y'all hired me, remember?

Right.

And you just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

That's bullshit.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You in on this.

Yeah, they put her back here,

to keep an eye on us in case we get any bright ideas or try to run.

Vivian, it's been a long night.

So I'mma let you slide.

Stop talking crazy.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

CHICKEN MAN: Some of the biggest goddamn gangsters

in the country are in this room.

I suggest you watch who you talking to.

See, Vivian Thomas might get on my nerve,

but she ain't never been crazy.

So what the fuck you hidin'?

CHICKEN MAN: You got New Jersey, Detroit, Kansas City, Chicago.

These kats in here are some stone-cold killers.

VIVIAN: Start talking, bitch.

I seen that shit...

Y'all hoes talking too much,

and morale is low downstairs.

So I'mma figure out which one of you bitches

I'm gonna take down there to help lighten the mood.

It's just which one.

Decisions. Eeny...

Meeny...

- Miney... - (CLANKING)

(WILLIE SIGHS)

- Get your ass here. - Get your fucking...

- WILLIE: Shut the fuck up. - LENA: Get your fucking... Stop touching me!

Don't you ever

fucking put your hands on me like that again.

- Bitch you should be fucking thanking me. - Bitch? No!

Listen to me right now and shut your fucking mouth.

Take your ass in there and handle this nigga or I will.

- (BREATHING HEAVILY) - Okay?

I'm tired of this amateur bullshit.

(CURTAIN SLIDING)

(TOMMY PANTING)

LENA: Hey, Tommy. Hey, don't worry.

It's me, I'm here.

(WHISPERING) I'm right here.

Yeah? It's just us.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(TOMMY GRUNTING)

Lena, we shouldn't have done this.

Boy, I been told you that.

No, that ain't what I mean.

(PAPERS SHUFFLING)

Look at this.

(SOFTLY) Fucking...

McKINLEY: Julius Rowe from Detroit.

Aloiscious Jenkins from Kansas City.

That's Mo Slim.

Bunker Willis from Chicago.

(SOFTLY) Fuck.

(SIGHS)

Tommy said he overheard somebody say they were some gangsters.

It's the damn Black Mafia.

(WHISPERING) Cadi... (GRUNTS) You and Tex take out the little one.

He too scared to shoot.

Don't look like he might put up a fight.

So... Chicken.

Silky, get that nigga's attention.

Chicken.

- CHICKEN MAN: Hmm? - Nigga, Frank want you.

- Come on. - Get your ass up, nigga.

Chicken Man, I'm gonna need you to distract the other motherfucker.

So me and Lamar can take his ass out.

How am I supposed to do that, Frank?

FRANK: I don't know, nigga, but you better get it done.

You the motherfucker that brought us here.

All right. And after we get these niggas, we're gonna take the guns

and keep pretending like we're tied up.

Then we gonna jump the other niggas

when they come down here to get the loot.

Then, bing, bang, boom!

Everything's everything. Y'all good with that?

- (ALL MURMURING IN AGREEMENT) - (SHUSHES)

- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) - Not sure we thinkin' it through.

Right.

BABY RAY: Man, where the hell you been at?

Just had to do something. It's handled.

How come nobody told me who the fuck we were robbin'?

- Your boy Emerson ain't tell you? - McKINLEY: What?

I thought y'all's was tight.

McKINLEY: Snake-ass motherfucker.

And that's why he wanted to leave.

So he could have a fucking alibi.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

It seem like the only thing left to do now...

(INHALES) ...is to keep them from finding out who we is. (EXHALES)

Get back to work.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Lexi. Lexi.

Psst. Psst.

(WHISPERING) Show them.

Hell no.

(CHUCKLES, IN NORMAL VOICE) The party's on.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

I'm getting my people, and I'm getting the fuck up out of here.

The job is the job.

We came here to get this fucking money.

- (DOORBELL RINGING) - That's what I'm gonna do.

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

LADY: Hey.

I need to go to the bathroom, sugar.

Whoa. Uh... You-You-You gotta sit down.

Come on. I'm a nice girl.

I won't do nothin' to get you in trouble.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Hey, we can hear y'all.

Hey, y'all, let us in. Open the door.

McKINLEY: You hear me?

Hey, man, get your fuckin' hand off me.

What the fuck you doin'?

What the fuck is wrong...

BABY RAY: Look, I said sit down. Ain't nobody goin' nowhere.

Sit down and keep quiet. You gotta hold it.

Everybody can go to the bathroom...

Get the gun, get the gun!

TOMMY: Hey! Hey! Hey! Back the fuck up.

- (GUN COCKING) - Put the gun down, kid.

You ain't no killer.

Hey, what the fuck are you'll doin'? Hey!

- (BOTH GRUNTING) - LENA: Hey! I've had enough of this bullshit!

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

- (DOORBELL RINGING) - Come on, we need you at the door!

Hey, let's go.

- (GUN COCKS) - (SCREAMING)

- BOONE: Shut the fuck up! - This nigga got a gun!

BOONE: We gotta go, we gotta go right now!

CHICKEN MAN: Wait, he a kid.

He a kid, don't kill him. He a kid. No.

- (PEOPLE SCREAMING) - (CHICKEN MAN YELLS)

- (PEOPLE SCREAMING) - MAN: Shit!

WILLIE: Hey! Tell your fucking dog to lay down

before I put his ass to sleep.

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

- Lamar. - (GROANS)

Put him down, you fucking black bitch.

- (BREATHING HEAVILY) - Lamar!

(GRUNTS)

(GUN COCKING)

WILLIE: Grab the fucking bag, go upstairs.

Any of y'all motherfuckers try to follow me,

you're getting your head blown the fuck off.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

There you are, bitch.

- I'm crazy? I'm talking crazy, huh? - (LENA YELPS)

- (GROANING) - Think I'm talkin' crazy?

You low-down dirty bitch.

- (LENA GRUNTS) - (VIVIAN GROANS)

(VIVIAN GROANS)

(INTENSE MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

- LENA: Boone! Boone! - (GUN COCKING)

(SCREAMING)

- (GUN COCKING) - (LENA PANTING)

(THUDS)

- (VIVIAN BREATHING HEAVILY) - What... What happened to you?

- That bitch sliced me. - Fuck!

- MAXINE: Chicken! - You see Chicken?

- MAXINE: Chicken! - (VIVIAN PANTING)

- MAXINE: Chicken! - Whoa, what happened, baby?

Look, we're gonna have to explain that later, okay?

- Come on. - Hey, listen, we gotta get up out of here

- because the fuzz gonna be here... - I know.

- ...and shit gonna be worse - Okay, listen, I parked across the street. Okay?

- Wait. No, no, no, no, no. We can't do that. - Why?

- They took all the keys, remember? - No, not mines.

- Okay, I leaves mines on the front tire. - CHICKEN MAN: That's my girl.

- MAXINE: It's safer that way. - CHICKEN MAN: Come on, keep moving now.

- MAXINE: Come on. - CHICKEN MAN: Vivian, keep moving...

You jive ass bitch!

CHICKEN MAN: Viv, girl, what the hell are you doing?

MAXINE: What the fuck are y'all doin'? Come on!

You jive ass low down...

- CHICKEN MAN: Let's go. - (PANTING)

- He dead, baby. Come on. - (SOBBING)

Come on, I'mma drive.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Watch yourself.

Come on, Detective. Let me just sneak one more wing.

Man, you open that plate, you're gonna be defending your title in this front seat.

(BOTH LAUGH)

I bet you had a badge in your cradle or something.

No, man. I didn't have no designs on being a cop.

ALI: Get out of here!

Man, I'd have thought you was third generation cowboy.

- (CHUCKLING) - Like your grandfather was at O.K. Corral.

No, man, I'm from Buttermilk Bottom.

Poorest area in this city.

Never thought I'd be a cop.

So what changed then?

HUDSON: Well, department was integrating, you know.

Me and my buddies almost on a dare really...

- ALI: Mm. - ...went down there and took the exam,

I messed around and aced the thing.

- (ALI CHUCKLES) - The rest was history.

I'm in the right job, you know, being a cop.

There's honor in it.

I'm good at it.

- Can I ask you a question, Detective? - Sure.

Your marriage rock solid? 'Cause based off these wings,

I might have to take Delores with me.

- Look here, man. - She comin'.

I hope your sting is faster than a bullet.

- At least my right hand. - Well, let's find out, sir.

- Let's see what I got. - Come on, man. I've been waiting for this.

- (CHUCKLING) - Come on, sucker.

Come on, man. You can't get to your gun fast enough.

What's that?

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

HUDSON: Stay in the car.

I give you the signal, you get the hell outta here.

What the hell are you doing?

We're in this together.

- Governor, I'm Detective... - GOVERNOR MADDOX: I know who you are.

I just want to personally bid you farewell.

Did you get what you wanted?

Yes, sir.

I sure did.

Well, glad you enjoyed your stay.

I expect we won't be seeing you around here again,

ever.

(CAR STARTING)

Let's go.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Man, I tell you, Hudson.

Them White boys lucky they had guns on their hips.

Otherwise I'd have knocked each and every one of them out.

Let's just get to where we need to go. All right, Champ?

- Don't you get tired of being a good soldier? - Yeah.

- Well, don't you just want to... - What?

Take every one of these Jim Crow lovin' cracker motherfuckers

and bury 'em in a hole?

And then dig 'em up and do it all over again?

Yeah, I do!

Now, Hudson,

you say you gonna dig 'em up and put 'em back in the ground again?

- (LAUGHS) - Are you gonna use a shovel or something?

(LAUGHING) Hudson.

Oh, man, I like you. (CHUCKLES)

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

I can't believe this shit done happened.

- What we gonna do? - I'mma fix it now.

(BREATHING HEAVILY) Lena was in on it.

- Who the hell is that? - (SCOFFS)

MAXINE: What do you mean, "Who the hell is that?"

It's the young hoe that you hired.

CHICKEN MAN: I don't even know who that is.

She sure as hell did this to Vivian.

- Say what now? - VIVIAN: She was playing you from day one.

And you should've seen through that, Chicken. (GROANING) Fuck!

- Goddamn, baby. We gotta get that treated. - (EXCLAIMING IN PAIN)

- We can't go to no goddamn hospital, either. - What?

We can't. Cops gonna be asking too many damn questions.

So what you gonna do?

I need to borrow your car.

- (SCOFFS) - Look, I ain't gonna have it for too long.

Just want to get a couple things squared away, that's all.

VIVIAN: Come on, Max, I'm bleeding out.

Fine.

Don't bring my shit back on empty.

Okay, I got you.

MAXINE: Let me out this damn car!

Oh, and Vivian... Bitch, don't bleed on my seat.

VIVIAN: Too damn late, hoe.

- CHICKEN MAN: Come on. - (EXCLAIMING IN PAIN)

- CHICKEN MAN: See you later. - Go, Chicken.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

If I can't go home, or to the hospital...

where are you finna take me, Chicken?

- (CHICKEN MAN SIGHS) - (CAR STARTING)

ALI: Well, all right.

You stay safe out here, Detective Hudson.

Guess we won't be seeing you anytime soon.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, no, I'll be back.

So you really trying to go 12 rounds with the Governor now, huh?

I'm a fighter.

Atlanta, y'all got something real special here.

I hope you know that, Detective Hudson.

Oh, I do.

- All right, I'll see you on the other side. - Yeah.

- Take care. - I will.

- Thank you for everything. And thank Dee for the wings. - I will.

Come on, Bundini. Let's pack it in, fellas.

Time to go.

Hope you checked the brakes on the plane, man.

♪ And walk down this aisle with me

♪ And I would love it, yeah

♪ I say it's so early in the morning

♪ Ooh, it's a quarter 'til three

♪ We're sittin' here talkin'

♪ Over cigarettes and drinking coffee Now, Lord

(PHONE RINGING)

♪ And I'd like to show you, well ♪

Yeah, Hudson.

J.D. Jenkins.

(SIGHS)

JENKINS OVER PHONE: I got something for ya.

What, some more bullshit?

Beg your pardon?

Look, I did my job, okay?

I guarded Ali, got him to the airport unscathed

despite your boss' fucking scare tactic.

- JENKINS: Hudson. - No, no. Look,

I asked you to do one thing for me, okay?

Something important and you just brushed me off.

Are you done, Hudson?

Good.

I need you to get your ass over to Collier Heights pronto.

We've got an armed robbery,

over 80 victims all shoved into a goddamn basement.

Got a... A DOA on the scene, probably more.

This ain't no bullshit. It's a big 'un.

Now I need a fucking detective on this.

You ready to do some real police work?

Yes, sir.

Uh-uh-uh-uh. I see you looking around.

Unless your name is Harriet Tubman,

- you can't run away from this one. - (WHIMPERING)

I hear you missed your calling.

Put on a real good performance back over there at the house, right?

And the Oscar for best performance

as an inside woman goes to...

- What's your name? - I don't know anything.

Please.

Well, I need some names.

(LENA CRYING)

I'm trying to tell you I don't know anything, I swear.

I need the names of everybody who's involved.

A man can make his mark in the world, but...

it ain't worth a damn unless he can come home...

and be welcomed.

LENA: Wait, wait, wait, Frank, please.

- Like a king. - (LENA CRYING) Please.

This ain't the welcome I was expecting.

(LENA SOBBING)

'Cause y'all done fucked it up.

We didn't give any real names.

- (CONTINUES SOBBING) - You know the host?

Do you know the host?

- Chicken Man. - Chicken Man!

- Is he part of this shit? - (CRYING)

(GUN COCKING)

Did Chicken Man rob me?

(LENA CONTINUES SOBBING)

(GUNSHOT)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

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