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Yo, peep this.

The story I'm going
to tell you is wild.

Some of it's real serious.

Some of it's real funny.

But it's all the truth.

So go ahead and laugh
and go ahead and cry.

But listen up.

I'd been out
of jail two months,

and I wasn't getting any sleep.

That's 'cause I was
thinking all the time.

My mind wouldn't rest.

I was smokin' indo,

waiting for my boy trip
to drop by the crib.

Trip used to work for me.

But he went solo
while I was inside.

As usual, trip and
his fucked-out afro

were late as hell.

God damn it

do I look like
a deaf nigga to you?

Hey, yo, Daryl,

she ain't around is she?

Hell, no. I never
tell you to come by
when she's here.

Cool.

'Sup, man?

Cool.

Yo, man, how come your
mom hates me so much?

'Cause you's a no-good,
dope dealer

exploiting his own people.

So what?
Your ass is one, too.

That's past tense, nigga.

I got me some other plans now.

What you saying? You ain't
going back into the gang?

That's bullshit.

You just got jail hang-over,
nigga. That's all.

You're goddamn right.

I never thought
those stupid-ass cops

would ever catch my ass.

I damn near went crazy
in that motherfucking cage.

It ain't that bad,
man.

Shit, that was
your first big.

I been up in that
motherfucker four times.

That's 'cause you're crazy.

Just like the rest of them.

Half of those motherfuckers
like being locked up.

I ain't built for that shit.

So what you gonna do?

I'm going into business.

Opening up a club.

A club?

What you mean a club?

A club, you ignorant
motherfucker.

A dark place with liquor,
freaks, music, dancing.

C-l-u-b.

You know I throw the livest
sets in the hood.

And there's this warehouse
on 133rd that's perfect.

Yeah, that
could be cool.

Niggas do like to
get their groove on.

Can I get in free?

Hell no.

Charging niggas
like you extra

because you make me hire
more security.

So when you going to
open this shit up?

Soon as I raise the money.

Right, right.

Well, how much you need?

About 25 grand.

You got that much grip?

I got 15 grand,

so I need 10 more.

What I need you to do
is ask around,

see if anybody
wants to invest.

You tell whoever
puts up the duck

I give 20% of the profits.

How come you don't
just ask me for it?

You got $10,000, trip?

What you think, I just
blow all my dough?

You think I'm stupid?

Huh? Go ahead,
motherfucker!

I got it up in the bank.

Let's race.

The bank.

I'm offering you
money, nigga.

You going to sit
there or what?

Yo, damn, yo, ow!
Ha ha!

Hey, trip.

You need to calm down and
put your seatbelt on, man.

You're dangerous.

Well, check this out.
Your name Martini?

No.

You ain't
my goddamn mother either!

Ha ha ha!

There's a cool space.
Pull up here.

♪ everybody, hands up

♪ az and jd, whole club
getting' crunk ♪

♪ the trace is on me

♪ on the dance floor

you got your money
up in there?

Yeah.

I'll be right back.

All right, man.
Partner.

Give me that.
All right.

What's happening,
brother?

It's all good.
All right.

Man, was I tired.

Tired from stress.

And tired of living
like an animal in
the fucking jungle.

I started to nod off.

Dreaming about
my girlfriend Trish.

She was all that.

A bag of chips
and a free soda.

She was smart and down.

And she waited for a nigga
while I was in jail.

Plus, baby was fine
as all hell, too.

A few days back,
she told me she was pregnant.

At first I was pissed.

But then I started hopin'
for a hard-headed
little boy.

I knew if I was
going to be a father,

I had to get
my life straight.

Hmm?

Ohh.
Uhh!

Drive, nigga.
I got the money.

You crazy-ass
motherfucker! What
the fuck are you doing?

Have you lost
your fucking mind?

You said you needed money,
didn't you? I got it!

Oh, shit.

My shoulder's
fucked up.

You didn't say nothing

about robbing
no fuckin' bank!

I ain't gotta tell you
everything I want to do.

What the fuck?
Motherfucker!

Oh, shit!

We got to bail!
We got to bail!

Son of a bitch.

Fuck!

20, 40, 60.

Trying to help
a nigga out,

and he don't even
appreciate it.

You stupid
motherfucker!

What's your problem, punk?

Don't shoot
at the fuckin' cops!

You're going to get us
both killed.

Oh, shit.
Shit!

Don't do that.

Don't do that, man.

Don't you
fuckin' move.

That was almost five years ago.

I don't know
if I'll ever stop

having nightmares
about that day.

I sure wish trip had
survived the crash though.

That way, I could've killed
the stupid motherfucker.

You want to know
what those five years were like?

Hell.

The fire burning me up 24/7.

I started thinking
about death all the time,

maybe killing myself.

Then I found
a better way to escape.

The books took me
outside the walls,

outside me.

This Greek philosopher went
by the handle epictetus.

He said only
the educated are free.

Prison is crowded as hell.

I got early parole.

I dreamed of this moment
for five years.

My beautiful woman and my young
son waiting to take me home.

But that wasn't happening.

Trish got married while
I was in and moved away.

Nobody was waiting for me
but a dude named destiny.

So I walked off to meet him.

You're late!

You knocked, which
means you can read.

Congratulations.

Sit down.

Daryl Allen.

Recent graduate of the
university of San Quentin.

My grandmother told me
never to trust a man
with two first names.

Was she right?

Nope. She wasn't
talking about me.

Then how come you've
spent most of your voting
age years behind bars?

There wasn't anybody that
I wanted to vote for.

Very funny.

This isn't your first dance,

but I got to read you
the rules anyway.

You're to report to me
as often as I say.

You don't leave the county,
you don't carry a gun,

a knife, weapon of any kind.

You don't consort or associate
with known felons.

No use of illegal drugs
are going to be tolerated.

Now, you break these rules,

or any others that
I decide to make up,

you're going to be
sent back to the university
of San Quentin

to work on your
graduate degree.

You understand?

Are we finished?

Where are you staying?

The foxy lady over
on la cienega.

The last time you were out
you stayed with your mother.

What happened? She got
tired of you fucking up?

No, sir.

She died.

Two years ago.

You probably
worried her to death.

You know, Daryl,

I look at this rap sheet
and I see...

A felony conviction for
possession of crack cocaine

with intent to distribute.
That's strike one.

And then there's the bank
robbery conviction.

The subject of our
current association.

Strike two!

Now life is harder
than baseball, Daryl.

You don't come
to bat but once.

You get that third strike,

then you're heading
back to the dug-out
for 25 years to life.

I looked everywhere for a job.

Everywhere.

Did you ever see a want ad
for a bald ex-con with big ears?

I didn't think so.

For a second
I thought it was her.

But it wasn't.

This girl had a totally
different vibe about her.

I figured it
was time to see

just how rusty my rap was.

Would you please
stop staring at me?

What's your name?

My first name is go away

and my last name
is leave me alone.

Hi, I'm Daryl,
miss leave me alone.

I want to show you
something.

I don't recall
offering you a seat.

Her name
is Trish harland.

You favor
each other so much

you've got to be
related or something.

I don't have any family
that I know of.

You just got out
of prison, didn't you?

Say what?

Is it that damn obvious?

Actually, yes.

And besides,
I'm sort of gifted.

I can read a certain
type of person's mind.

Is that right?

Mm-hmm.

And what type
of person is that?

Men.

Don't trip. I used to tell
fortunes for a living.

You learn to be sensitive,
spot for clues.

And by the way,
my real name is Vanessa.

How ya doing, Vanessa?

It's nice to meet you.

So are you one
of them psychics

on them TV hotlines
that be ganking folks?

Something like that.

But I never ganked anybody.

Ok. If you're
a mind reader,

tell me what I'm
thinking right now.

You love my lips.

You'd like me to wrap
them around you.

God damn.

Wow, dionne Warwick
like a motherfucker.

How do you do that?

Like I said, it's just
the tricks of my trade.

And anyway, a man
had been locked up,

usually they have sex
on the brain.

So, you haven't had much luck
on the job market, huh?

Nobody wants
to hire an ex-convict.

What were you
serving time for?

Making a large
withdrawal without
my instant teller card.

They're getting a little
picky about that lately.

What type of work
have you done in the past?

I was a salesman.

I done a gang of
marketing to the public.

I'm sure you have.

You seem like a real
customer service expert.

Satisfaction guaranteed.

Or your money back.

So, what are you into...

Jewels, huh?
Mm-hmm.

They say diamonds are
a girl's best friend,

so I thought I'd get
to know them better.

I think that's
bullshit.

A good man is a
girl's best friend.

You always let convicts
walk you to your car?

I'm a psychic, remember?

I know who's ok
and who's not.

Well, here's my car.

Well, listen...

I could use a good psychic
to help me predict my future,

so why don't you give me
your telephone number.

Look, Daryl,
you're really cute

and I've had a lot of
fun talking with you,

but I'm working
on my future now.

Well, instead of
trying to read my mind,

why don't you look
inside my heart.

Oh, shit!

Ohh!

Oh, god,
what's happening?

We're getting jacked!
Come on!

Come on! Come over here,
come over here!

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit! This
motherfucker's crazy!

Come on, come on,
come on, come on!

Come on, come on!

Oh, shit!

Shit!

Don't leave me!

Shh! Shut up!

I ain't gonna leave you.

Wait a second.
He's coming.

Here's a gun.

Thanks for not waiting
till after we got killed.

Does this thing
shoot straight?

I don't know.
I've never used it.

Don't move.

Aah!

You better leave us
the fuck alone before
you get fucked up!

Aah!

Fuck it.
I ain't going out
like no punk.

Aah!

Nice cell you
have here, Daryl.

Decorate it yourself?

Well, I guess you
get used to things being
a certain kind of way.

You don't mind if I stay
a while, do you?

You stay as long
as you want.

I ain't got
no appointments.

Go on, this indo's
really smooth.

No thanks.

I make bad decisions
while I'm high.

Let me ask you something.

You got any beefs

that would make somebody
want to put a hit out on you?

Of course not.

Maybe I should be asking
you the same thing.

No, all my accounts
are settled.

Or closed.

Why are you carrying this gat
around in your purse?

A friend gave it to me
for protection.

It's registered.

A weak-ass chrome
ain't good for nothing.

I knew a guy who got
shot five times

with a fuckin' .22.

He chased down
the motherfucker
that shot him,

stabbed him 30 times
with a butcher knife,

then drove himself
to the emergency room

in the fool's hoopty.

Would you please stop
talking about people
getting killed?

I'm sorry.

Ohh.

Daryl?

Do you believe in fate?

The dictates of the heart
are the voices of fate.

I am the master of my fate.

I am the captain
of my soul.

You poetic bank robber.

That's what
I call flavor.

I believe us
meeting is fate.

I didn't see
it at first.

Well, almost getting
your cap pilled

has a way of changing
your perspective.

You haven't been with
a woman in a while, huh?

Don't worry.

There are some things
you never forget.

Ahh.

Uhh!

Ahh!

Ohh!

Uhh.

I ain't trying to front or nothing,

but considering
it had been 5 years,

I handled my business
damn well that night.

Hey, it's the big,
bad wolf...

Come looking for my
little red riding hood.

How ya, Daryl?

My name's Billy grimm,

but my friends
call me wild bill.

Aren't you gonna say
something?

Huh?

In the movies guys
always have some
witty wisecrack

when someone sticks
a gun at their head.

Uh, uh, an inventive
insight,

a clever comeback.

A pithy parable.

But alas in real life
people aren't that
quick, are they?

They just shut
the fuck up

and they wonder
whether or not
they're going to die.

Who the fuck are you, man?

I'm a special friend of
your friend Vanessa's.

And, hmm. I have a very
unique sense of humor.

You see? There's no clip
in the pistol.

Ha ha ha! Uh!

Uhh!
Son of a bitch!

Ha ha ha!

Hold it right there,
partner.

You're gonna
have to wait till
I get some feeling

back in my jaw before
you hit me again.

Damn it, Billy.
I told you to
wait for me outside.

How'd you get in here?

Asked the clerk
for the key.

I am so sorry, baby.

I called Billy because I
wanted him to meet you.

Yes. Vanessa says
you need a job.

And I'm in the
market for drivers.

I was just testing
to see if you have
a cool head.

Because you see, I'm
sleek fleet limos.

So, let me know if you
want to join my team.

You stick a gun at my grill?!

And now you're
offering me a gig?

Starting pay is 750
a week plus tips.

Hey, I got your big tip
hanging right here.

Daryl. Daryl.

Daryl, stop it.

Don't be hasty. Who else
is offering you a job?

Look, does he
want the goddamn job
or not?

You shut the fuck up?!

Please, leave us alone
for a moment.

Ohh.

You better check that fool

and get him out of my face
before I strangle his ass.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

And you can forget about me
working for him, too. Ok?

Ok.
Ok?!

Ok.

Oh, Daryl, you have
made a wise decision

in taking Vanessa's advice.
She's a very special woman.

She's never
steered me wrong yet. Yo!

Ha ha. Billy, my man.

Yo, my nigga,
what's up, homey?

What's happening?

So this must be the new guy.

Daryl, Herbert.
Herbert, Daryl.

Assign him a car
and give him a schedule.

All right, baby.

Hey, welcome aboard,
young brother.

Look here,

you an ex-con?

Oh, yeah.

Motherfuckers ain't
been letting me

forget about
that shit either.

Hey, I did a dime
in Marion myself
for killing a cop.

You killed a cop?

And you only got a dime?

He was a crooked cop.

Stabbed me in the eye
with an ice pick

while I was
strangling his ass.

But I watched that bitch
die with my good eye though.

Come on, man.
Go, come on.

Man, you're taking
all day, man.

So does Billy always hire
dudes fresh off the joint?

Hell, yeah. He knows
we can't afford to fuck up.

Sucker loves
that control, man.

You don't much like
his ass, do you?

Hey, come on now,
young blood.

Shit, man. Billy's
given me a chance to
turn my life around.

Let me make up
for the mistakes
of my past, my brother.

I hates that dick-eating
motherfucker.

The job was real simple.

I picked people up
all over the city...

This was the first
regular gig I ever had.

A lot of the passengers
didn't seem too legit.

But who is in L.A.?
I just did what I was paid for,

which was driving.

I didn't know nothing about
any of these fools' business,

and I didn't want to know.

I was putting money away.

Planning for the day I'd be
able to step up to my son,

tell him that
I'm his father,

and have him be proud of me.

I asked Vanessa
to read my fortune.

At first she refused.

But I wouldn't take
no for an answer.

Ok.

Cut the cards
into three piles.

All right.

What am I supposed
to do now?

Concentrate. The tarot feeds
off of your energy.

I only function
as the interpreter.

This first card
represents you, Daryl.

The fool?

Why I gotta be the fool?

Don't take the cards literally.
This is just your symbol.

Well, then why can't
I be the player or
some shit like that?

This next card tells us
what your situation is.

The wheel of fortune.

You're at a major
turning point in your life.

This next card tells you
what will hinder you
on your journey.

The six of pentacles.

You lack resources,
knowledge, and power.

Tell me some shit
I don't already know.

This next card
reveals your past.

The three of swords.

Heartbreak, isolation,
desertion.

Damn. On target
like a motherfucker
that time.

This next card
tells the source of all
of your problems.

Hell, yeah.

I've been battling
devils all my life.

Now, the next two cards
reveal alternate possibilities
for your future.

The tower.

Signs of sudden
crisis and chaos,

followed by revelation.

I don't like that card.

It looks like a prison.

Turn over
the next card and give
me something better.

I ain't fucking with
that shit no more!

Daryl.

Where's my
fucking coat?

I told you not to take
the cards literally.

They have many meanings.

This is the only card
I want you to think about.

Everything's going
to be fine, baby.

I love you, Daryl.

What are your dreams,
Daryl?

I'm saving up
to open a big club,

a classy place,
fly music.

Big video screens.

You probably think that's
kind of silly, huh?

No. You are
a strong black man

who's been
through hell

and been able to keep
your pride and your
character intact.

You can do anything
you wanna do.

Vanessa suggested
that we go check out

my competition, so we
peeped out this spot

called the paradise.

It was all right.

I suddenly got the feeling
I was being watched.

I figured
I must be paranoid.

I found out pretty quick
that the dances

had changed since
I went to prison.

My club's going
to be much better.

And I'll be right
by your side.

Look at this ugly
piece of shit.

Fuck!
Aah!

Got to get the fuck
out of here.

Why are we stopping here?

All right, god damn it.

It's time for your ass
to come clean, girl.

What the fuck
is going on?

Why are you asking me
like I'm supposed to know?

Why?

'Cause I was a hustler
for 10 years.

And I only got
busted on once.

Now, all of a sudden,
I'm getting chased

and shot at like
a fucking Mark

every time
I turn around.

And guess what?

Every time
that shit happens
I'm with your ass.

Now I ain't stupid.

And that ain't
no motherfucking
coincidence.

So?

I suggest you start
breaking it down!

I think that
it might be a man

that I used to be
with back east.

I moved out here
to get away from him.

Look, baby, I don't know
how he could have found me.

Come on.

You telling me...

That this dude is
trying to shoot you
for dumping him.

He probably sent
someone to do it.

But that don't make
no motherfucking sense!

You don't know Ahmad.

He is very psychotic...

And very dangerous.

I don't give
a fuck if he's the
Terminator's daddy.

Niggas who trip over
women terrorize
their asses in person.

They don't send somebody
else to do that shit.

I knew niggas
in the joint that
killed their women.

They all did that shit
up close and personal,

usually by hand.

Now give me the real
scoop, girl!

I am giving you
the real scoop, Daryl.

But you're not telling
me everything.

Yes, I am. I swear.

There's got to be
more to this

than just a bad case
of pussy fever.

Ahmad is crazy.

He can't stand the idea
of me being with anyone else.

Ok.

If this Ahmad
character is really
that dangerous,

then maybe what you
need to do is report
his ass to the cops.

Come on.
No. I don't want to do that.

I can handle this myself.

I don't see you
handling shit.

We're lucky to be
alive right now.

I say we go
to the cops.

And I say this is none
of your business.

This is my problem and
I'll handle it in my way.

Look, I'm trying to be
down with you right now.

But I'm living
on the edge of a cliff.

I can't afford to get
mixed up in no shit

where I might have
to kill someone.

In other words,
you're abandoning me.

It ain't even
like that.

You don't want
to level with me,

you won't go
to the cops.

You want to handle this
shit your own way,

cool.

That means I might
have to step off...

At least until you get
your shit straight.

Whoa.

You're a little jumpy there,
aren't you, Daryl?

What the fuck
are you doing here?

I'm everywhere.

So how's it going?

It's going good.

I just finished speaking
with your boss.

You mean Billy?

You talked to him?

Standard procedure.

I told you I was going
to be checking you out.

He said that you're
doing a great job.

I'm glad to hear it.

Congratulations.

Ok.

Ok.

Yo, Larry.

What you doing
on the boards, man?

Where's Herbert?

Billy finally got smart,
fired his ass.

I'm the scheduler now.

You know what?

You got some real
serious ass stank breath,
you know that, brother?

Oh, man, why you got
to go there?

I can't help
this halitosis thing.

It's a genetic condition.

I don't see no women
flocking around you either!

Brother!

There he is! Hey!
What's up there, boy?

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Hey, what's happening, baby?

Ha ha!

Damn it, nigga.

I thought I'd never see
your ass again.

Shit. As much as
you me been hanging,

you know goddamn well
I wouldn't do you like that.

Look here.

Do you feel like having
a drink with an old man?

I'm over!

Ha ha ha!

Shit. You ain't
said nothing about
bad luck, young boy.

Shit. I got up to
a fucked up start

when my mama named
me Herbert.

Herbert!

Now what kind
of name is that
for a nigga?

Ha ha ha!

Man, you should have
become a Muslim

when you was in the joint

that way you could
have changed your name.

Uh...uh-uh.

I can't do it.

I love me
some pork ribs.

And I ate
one of them

moon pie one time, boy,
gave me some fierce gas.

Like to blow a hole
in my ass!

Ha ha ha ha!

Well, I guess you got
to live with Herbert then.

I tell you
what I got to do.

I got to find me
another job.

My old lady
about to kick my
ass out the house.

I'm sorry you
lost your job, man.

That nigga Billy is a punk.

Fuck it.

I needed to leave
that place anyway,

before I end up back
in the joint.

Back in the joint?

What you talking about?

Come on.

You mean to tell me
you ain't noticed

nothing funny
going on in there?

I thought you had
your eyes open wider
than that, brother.

I keep my eyes on the road.

That way I don't crash.

Vanessa, if this is you,

I told you
not to call me

till you got something
real to tell me.

Ha ha ha. No, Daryl.
It's not Vanessa.

It's Billy.

I'm glad you're there.

Everybody else has
fucking disappeared on me.

Yeah? What?

I need you to do
a special pick-up for me.

I know you already
worked your shift,

but there's a very nice
bonus in this for you.

Yeah, whatever.

Just give me
the address.

Sit tight. I'll send cool
kitty cat by to get you.

Ok? Thank you.

Asshole.

Fuckin' weirdo.

And there I was,
laying at the crib,

10 inches deep in some

of the finest
motherfuckin' pussy
in the hood,

and I get a call to pick
up your bitch ass.

10 inches?

You sure you ain't
exaggerating there
a little bit, cool cat?

Exaggerating?

Nigga, my shit
is certified
by the government.

U.s.d.a.

That's United States
dick association, fool.

As a matter of fact,
we're here, nigga.

Get your ass out.

Deliver the car
to the address, nigga.

God damn it.

Come on, come on, come on!

Where's
the fucking nuts?

What seems to be
the problem here?

Uh...i had a blow out,
officer.

I was just
changing the tire.

Is this your car?

No, sir.

I'm the driver.
I was just delivering it
for a client.

It's dangerous to leave
your trunk open.

I had two choices--

try to fuck up this cop
and take his gun...

Or try to convince the d.A.

I didn't know there was
a dead dude in the trunk.

A guaranteed third strike.
Fuck that.

It was on.

You should get yourself
some road flares.

Have a good night.

Jesus!

Who the fuck is trying
to break down my door?!

I'm working.

Oh! Oh!

Ah! Oh, oh!
What's the matter?

Did you have
a hard night last night?

If you ever come
near me, call me,

or even speak
my name again,

I will kill you.

Mm-hmm. Uhh!

Ohh!

By the way, I quit.

Daryl Allen!

Ohh!

Behind your back!

Wait a minute.
I didn't do Jack.

What are y'all
arresting me for?

Surprise, Daryl.

Ah! Ha ha ha ha!

Close your mouth before
some jailhouse faggot
sticks a dick in it.

My name is not Herbert.

Detective frank lewden.

My friends
call me frank.

You can call me
detective lewden.

Now, I guess you think what
I did was fucked up--

pretending
to be your buddy,

kicking it with you
at your crib,

talking about life
and pussy with you.

Now you feel betrayed.

Let's get one thing
straight, Darryl.

I don't give a fuck
how you feel,

so let's skip
the bullshit and get
down to the question.

What question?

You punk-ass nigga.

Let me give you
a little background
information, Daryl.

See, I been undercover
at sleek fleet

for the past two months,

and the only thing sleek

about the fleet
is his clientele.

Drug carriers, bag men,
hookers, fences,

bookies, any and every
body looking to move

illegal goods, money,
and/or pussy around.

Now, Billy used
to be a heroin dealer,

but the gang
got too rough
for his little punk ass,

so Billy being
the enterprising little
miscreant that he is,

came up with a new idea.

Providing transportation
at outrageous prices

for all the lowlifes
coming to town to do
their dirty work.

Now, me, personally,
I think this shit
is a rip-off,

but with great
marketing and a paranoid
customer base,

that shit will get
you over every time.

What you got me
down here for?

You don't need me
to bust him.

See, I'm not trying to
shut down Billy's little
chicken shit operation.

I just want
to co-op it, go after
the heavy hitters.

Now you made
a lot of money at
the sleek fleet, Daryl,

and out of the blue you
just up and quit. Why?

Tell me what you saw
that made you so afraid
you quit, huh?

I wasn't scared of nothing,

just got tired
of driving, is all.

Do I look stupid
to you, motherfucker,

or you just
got bad eyes, boy?

I wish I did have bad eyes,

'cause then I wouldn't
have to look at your ugly
motherfuckin' face!

Wow. You got me pretty
good there, boy.

Listen to me!

You going back
on that job on Monday.

This time you working
for me, you understand?

You gonna do it, or else
I'm gonna kill you, nigga!

Come on in, Daryl!

Door's open.

We gotta talk!

Ow, Daryl, you're
hurting me.

You need a drink.

I don't want nothing
to fucking drink!

I want you to tell me
what the fuck you got me
mixed up in.

I will tell you everything
you need to know

when you sit down, chill out,
and have a drink with me.

All right, Vanessa...

I ain't playing
with your ass no more!

Start talking.

I met Billy when I first
moved to town.

I was working
as a psychic from a
store front in venice.

Billy was a regular,
he loaned me money,

said he wanted
to be my best friend.

Somewhere along the way
he heard about Ahmad,

who had put
the word out that he
was looking for me,

but Billy kept quiet,
he said he wanted me

to use my gift
so I could help him
check people out.

Why did you hook me up
with his nefarious ass?

No one's ever got busted
working for Billy
before, I swear,

I only wanted
to help you.

Yeah, ya helped me all right,
right up to my eyes in shit!

Now, what's the real reason

that this Ahmad character
is trying to kill you?

Ahmad gave this to me.

When I left, it's the
only thing I had to show

for two good years
of my life, so I didn't
give it back.

That is one hell
of a piece of ice.

How much is it worth?

My life.

I want you to hold
on to it for me.

So I can get smoked over it?

No thanks!

My name is Bennett
and I ain't in it.

I'm out of here.

I'm sorry I lied to you,
but I was afraid!

Can you please
trust me again?

You want the truth?

Hell, no!

I know I blew it,

but I never had a man
I could trust before.

I didn't know
how to act.

I'll make sure you're
with me, baby.

I need you so much,

just once more, no one's
ever made me feel

the way you do, nobody.

How much did you say
that diamond was worth?

Over a half
million dollars.

This is gonna be so good.

I feel real freaky!

Ohh!

What the fuck?!

What the fuck?!

Aah!

God.

What the fuck?

Oh, shit.

Miss Dietrich!

This is the police!

Open the door!

Miss Dietrich!

Oh!

Bro, you got a dollar?

And the question
angelinos are asking
themselves tonight

is simply this,
where is Daryl Allen?

The alleged perpetrator
of a vicious beating,

knife murder, that took
place in this building
right behind me.

Wait a second. They're
bringing the body through.

Ah, I think you might want
to move--remove children

away from
the television set.

This isn't
a pretty sight.

The alleged perpetrator
Daryl Allen, 27...

Do you believe in reincarnation?
I do.

You know why?

'Cause the only reason I can
think of for god to fuck

with one person
as much as he has me,

is if I did some really messed
up shit in a past life.

I had to find out
who really killed Vanessa

if I didn't want
to burn for it.

But first, I needed to go back
to the hood and get strapped.

Yo, what's up, man?

Look at these soft-ass niggas.

I could recruit a crew, run up
on these fools, and get the...

Damn! Stop that
bullshit, nigga!

See, that's why I keep
my ass from down here.

The thrill of the game
never leaves your blood.

You gotta remove yourself
from temptation.

So it's time to accept the
fact that life prohibition,

the so-called war on drugs,

is a total and
absolute failure,

and who are the
causalities of this war?

Our children incarcerated
by the millions,

without adequate access...

This motherfucker
really pisses
me off!

Who's that, strap?

This dude on the TV?

Yeah, this punk-ass
mayor scrotum nigga.

Liquor and cigarettes are
best controlled by...

Daryl, I thought
yo' ass was still up
in the penitentiary?

Anyway, this mayor
scrotum nigga talking
about legalizing drugs!

Saying put all the
police and jail money

into treatment
and prevention.

Can you believe
that ill shit?

Do you know
what that's going
to do to the prices?

It's gonna put a lot
of niggas out of business.

Hell, yeah!

This mean no more fights
over territory,

which gonna cut my
business down about 90%!

These damn politicians
always trying to
fuck up the economy!

What's up, g?
What you need?

You need some tools
to spread a little love?

Am I right?

I got what ya need, g,

don't worry
about nothing.

I got these
.22s, .38s, .45s.

I got glocks,
I got these--

look, I got these Tex,
Uzis, aks, huh?

How about this sawed off?

How about this super
nigga bulletproof vest,

to relieve your stress?

I was just planning on
getting me a Nina, man.

What, just one?

Oh, ok.

Take your time man,
look around.

Why did Vanessa
have to get killed?

I was supposed
to take her.

I'm the big bad wolf!

I'm the master of mayhem!

Yo, big bad wolf!

Guess what?

Little red riding hood
is strapped!

Oh, Christ, Daryl, what
are you doing here?

I came to learn how
to be a lethal enforcer.

Start the game up again,
I wanna play.

I guess I won
that round!

Now who do
you think that
I should shoot next?

Why did you kill Vanessa?

Hey!

I didn't kill
anybody, fool!

I hate to argue with you,

seeing as you're
the one holding the gun!

But your prints were
found all over the place.

If you didn't kill her,
then who did?

That's what
I came to ask you.

Now stop crying
like a little bitch

and tell me about
this Ahmad dude.

Daryl, I would certainly
like to help you

except for one little problem.

I don't know what the fuck
it is you're talking about!

Now!

See!

You picked the wrong
night to talk shit!

'Cause tonight I'm a nigga
with nothing to lose!

And that's
a very dangerous type
of nigga to fuck with!

Absolutely.

So, I suggest you check
your memory banks!

Ooh.

Well, that must be bebe!

You remember
my buddy, don't you?

He's 300 pounds of pure muscle
with a mean sadistic streak.

He'll be happy
to show you out.

Brother.

We ain't finished here!

You better get
rid of him fast,

because if you don't,
I'm gonna start blasting.

I promise you,
even if bebe gets me,

I'm gonna smoke
your ass first!

Oh, bebe!

Bebe, I have
a job for you!

Uh!

You must be Billy,
right?

Sorry for the
unannounced intrusion,

but your big guard boy
was very rude!

Who the fuck are you guys?

My name is Ahmad!

You don't know me,

but I hear plenty
about you, Billy!

I come for some
information that you

might be able
to share with me.

What is with all the
fucking questions today?

Did I wake up looking
like some goddamn
encyclopedia or something?

You don't look like
no damn book to me.

You look like
a fast bat boy!

What the fuck
did you just say?

Did you just call
me a fag?

You dreadlock wearing
son of a bitch!

Ohh!

You know me mother?

I don't appreciate rude
talk about me mother!

Do it again,
I'm gonna deck you!

Ahh.

Get him up!

You're not on
some fucking island.

You're out in
the valley, all right?

I got friends out here
in the valley.

Fuckin' cocksuckers.

A good samaritan
send this story to me.

A woman I used to be
associated get dead.

Now, I don't mind
that because she's
a bad sort of woman,

but she had
some property
that belonged to me--

you see a man named
Daryl Allen deadar.

Me know that
he got my property,

so they and Bob and me,
we come to this city

of fallen angels
to find this man.

We here say, who
the dead wicked woman,

and this Daryl Allen,
work for who?

Billy! The cowboy!

You!

So, Billy, where
is this Daryl Allen?

Well, I think I can
help you with that...

But first I would
like to know what it
is he has of yours,

and what's in it for me
to turn him over.

Fair enough.

I hear you have a reputation
for being discreet.

So, I'm gonna share
a tale with you--

a vast fixation
unfold fuckery!

A brilliant and
handsome appropriate

was taking
a holiday in Miami,

when he meets
this beautiful siren...

So pristine he can feel
the burning flames

of love just
looking at she.

He investigates!

Finds out she
has a gift,

reading man's thoughts,

things only god
and him should know,

so the man seizes
upon this woman,

thinking all the time,
how is going to utilize

her talents
to enrich himself
and his brothers.

Now this pandula

was a supreme
grinds master,

a master of taming
any feline.

But he had never pleased
his massive tool

in a poom poom
like this before.

The sweet agony.
Addictive.

Now soon after, he reads
a notice in the paper,

auction, major
diamonds in Miami,

20 exelcia diamonds,

20 flawless, brilliant,
colorless stones

to be auctioned
starting at half-
million dollars each!

He send Vanessa in,

for job interview at the
diamond exchange knowing

she can get close
to the head man,

and everything else
they need, she can get.

No problem.

The security codes, to
deaden the alarm system.

Done!

The 7 vaults,

which one the diamonds
going to rotate through,

done, and yeah,

the combination
to the vault.

Done!

They plucked the sacred
forbidden fruit

like Adam
in the garden of Eden.

But while in this
state of revelry,

the appropriator
was bitten by the
serpentine Judas,

blood clot,
wicked red eye
bumble craven.

Spiteful!

Wicked!

Betrayer!

But jano,
he did love she.

She tiff the secret
hiding place

of the diamonds
right over his head,

and she take off!

I have been looking
for her ever since.

I know she can't
easily find a fence

for that type
of material,

so Daryl Allen kill
her for the stones!

Bastard.

I am willing to give
you one diamond

for your help to help me
find this Daryl Allen.

So, where is he, Billy?

He's in the closet!

Fuck!

That--that--that
is funny, Billy.

That is funny,
but not now, eh?

This is not time for
no stupid foolishness.

No, he's in the closet!

No, really he's in the closet.

Ollie, Ollie, oxen free,
you motherfucker.

I share my pain
with you?

Treat you like a man,

and you laugh
in my face?!

Uh-uh.

Mummify him, till
he makes some sense.

In the closet! Daryl!

Get your bald ass
out here!

You see, me can't
stand the rope mon!

Hold it!

I have a better idea!

No!

This is very crucial
for you, Billy.

Ya force my hand.

There's a million
and one ways to get
a man to talk!

I got this.
Ya see this?

It got this through
the mail order!

Sulfuric acid,
98% concentrate!

Oh, Billy,
you gonna piss,
you gonna beg,

you gonna cry but you
wanna tell the truth!

The whole truth, Billy,

and nothing but
the truth, so help ya!

Put a proper drop
on the top of his head!

Bob?

How much acid you put
on the man's head?

But we did what
ya said to do!

You said give the mon
a proper dropper.

A dropper?

I said a proper drop!

This is a waste!

Dead mon don't talk!

Look, you burned
through the mon's head!

You can see his brain.

We have to find
this Daryl Allen!

So let's just get your
black ass and leave.

Hold it!

What the fuck now?

Bob!
Yeah.

Go check the closet!

Go check
the closet, mon!

Oh, mon. Come on.

Now can ya see? It's empty!

Ya see, yo?

You don't say nothin'
to me, all right?

What?

Uh!

I took one of Billy's rides,

got on the freeway,
and hauled ass!

I read once that some people
are so fond of ill luck

that they run half-way
to meet it.

Maybe that's true, but I
felt like luck always came

looking for my ass,

and it was usually ill
as fuck when it found me.

Damn!

I needed somebody to talk to.

I had to make a call I'd sworn
not to make till I was ready.

Hello?

Hello, um...

You must be Roger, huh?

Yeah, who's this?

This, uh...

Daryl.

Daryl Allen.

I heard that name
a million times.

Was this a bad time to call?

Is Trish there with you?
Put her ass on.

What?

Hold up, man.

I haven't talked
to Trish in years.

I just called
to say hello, ya know?

Oh. Well, she ain't
here. She's gone.

Gone?
Gone.

Out of here, bailed out.

How many ways
you want me to say it?

Something happen to her,
or what?

This ain't
nothing new, man.

Last time we got
into a fight,

she ran off
to her girlfriend's
crib for 4 days.

This time she's been
gone over a week.

She still hasn't called.

She said
she was going out
and never came back.

I'm tired of this shit.

Being married's
gotta be worse than
being in jail.

When did you
get out anyway?

Not too long ago.

Listen, sorry you're
having problems, man.

Yo, is...

My s...

Jerome ain't there, is he?

Yeah, he's here.

I suppose you wanna
speak to him, huh?

Yeah, if it's ok?

Just for a second.

Ok.

Hold on.

Jerome?

I have somebody
who wants to talk
to you, all right?

Hello?

Hello, Jerome?

Hi, this is Daryl.

I'm a friend
of your mom's.

How ya doing?

Fine.

I'm playing football.

That's great!

Listen, Jerome...

I know you probably
don't remember me,

but I knew you
when you were a baby.

I wanted to tell you...

Do good in school.

Study hard.

Listen to your mama.

Stay out of trouble.

Be a good boy.

Will you do that for me?

Yes!

Good-bye.

Bye!

I said fuck it.

I'd always hoped that
one day I could be a part

of my son's life,
now that dream was dead.

And this county had
nothing to offer me

but a jail cell.

My mind started
playing tricks on me.

Torturing me with bad
memories and crazy ideas,

and them tarot cards--

all the shit
I was running from.

Then I thought
of my card, the fool.

The fool.

Maybe that shit about people
chasing after ill luck

is true, because I was
headed back to L.A.!

Aw, man, I didn't know
it was so far out here!

Shut up, and do what
I'm paying you for!

Whoa, whoa, here it is.

Vanessa Dietrich.

This is the one you're
looking for, right?

Yeah, that's the one.

You really serious
about doing this, dude?

I'm as serious
as a motherfuckin'
heart attack...

Dude!

Let's go!

Get the fuck out.

Ok, dude.

Man, this is
some twisted shit.

Dude, what the fuck
are you doing?

Noooo!

Thinking is as addictive as crack.

Once you start,
you can't stop.

The answers of life are usually
right in front of you,

waiting for you to open
your eyes and take a look.

After what I'd seen
in the grave,

I figured out who had to
be mixed up in this mess,

and then I stalked him.

I guess this must be the
night of the living dead.

I dug up the body
yesterday...Vanessa.

But how did you know
it was Trish?

You're the mind reader!

You tell me!

A tattoo?

She has your name
tattooed there?

Why?

She didn't want
her mama to see it.

I don't know how
you know the things
that you know.

Maybe you sold
your soul to the devil
or something,

but you're not
as smart as you think.

Looks like I'm
smarter than you.

Bullshit!

I figured out
that you couldn't
do it by yourself,

that you needed help!

So you go
and kidnap my ex...

And kill her...
And frame me?

Someone to help you
fence your
fuckin' diamonds?

I spotted him early,

when Billy had me
check him out.

Why did you have
to kill Trish?

She was a good woman.

But she abandoned you.

Baby.

I mean, how is that good?

I guess your bad luck
rubbed off on her.

She had the wrong face
at the wrong time.

You're not answering
my questions.

Why did you make it look
like I killed you?

Because I had to get Ahmad
and his bros off my tail

before they deaded me.

I figured while they
were out chasing you,

I could get rid of
the diamonds and get gone.

Well, you're gone,
all right.

Straight
to the cops with me.

If you give
me any shit...

I'll smoke you before
we even get there.

Come on, get the fuck
out of here.

Get the fuck out
of here!

I'm psychic, too!

I see jail in your future!

Get your lying ass
out there!

Get the fuck out there!

Uh!

Sure took you long enough
to get him out here.

He felt the need
for conversation.

Needed you, babe.

Let's get this
ice ready to move!

Ohh.

Boo boo,
you found someone
that could handle him.

How much is he
going to give us?

2 million dollars
in clean cold cash.

20 cents on the dollar?

Is that the best
you could do?

Vanessa, do you have
any idea how hot

these fuckin' rocks are?

I think so, frank.

I'm the one that took
them, remember?

It took me months
to find somebody

who'd even touch
this shit.

Now, word is already
starting to spread

that somebody's
looking to sell,

and pretty soon
those island niggas

are going figure out
we fooled them.

When that happens,

if we haven't
cashed out and booked,

somebody is going
to end up dead.

Just might be you, Vanessa.

So, do both of us a favor
and shut the fuck up, please.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, you're right.
So what do we do now?

We sit tight and we wait
for a fence named hands.

Hands.

Is he the fat
Chinese grifter,

with the limp
you told me about?

No, that's hung lo.

Hands is a short spic
with the bushy moustache.

You mean like that guy there?

Cut the fuckin' light!

Cut the fuckin' light!

You serpa!

Make it easy on yourself.

Put down the gun,
or get shot, no!

Don't do anything
stupid, rasta.

I think you should know
I'm a police officer.

Police?!

Dark! With rotten teeth!

Good seeing you, Ahmad.

I missed you and
your magic...Snake.

And the serpent
had seven heads...

And all that looked upon
it turned to stone!

You broke my heart.

You broke my heart!

Easy, rasta.

There's no need for that.

Ahmad!

Don't kill the chicken before
she lay the golden egg, mon!

Slow your roll
there.

The money first.
The money first.

You thought you could
sell the stones

without me
finding out about it?

I have eyes everywhere!

Ears everywhere,

dopies listening to hear
this crackle of ice!

Gimme the diamonds.

Gimme the diamonds now!

Ahh!

Your light still shines!

So, pretty lady...

What do you think
I am thinking now?

I never stopped
loving you, baby.

I never stopped loving you.

I always thought that...

I'd find you some day.

I hear what you're thinking.

Hello?

It's me, Mr. Sep.
It's Daryl Allen.

Daryl!

You really
disappointed me,

you fooled me, man,

but we gonna catch up
to you sooner or later.

Wait a minute.

Ya gotta listen to my side
of the story.

You go ahead.
It's your quarter.

And they're all
lying in there along
with the diamonds.

Check it out!

But Daryl, your
story's inconsistent.

Inconsistent?
What you talking about?

Well, you said
this all started

after the Jamaicans
had found Vanessa,

they were trying
to kill her?

Right. Like I said we go
chased and busted on twice.

But the rasta said
they didn't even know

where Vanessa was
until after they read

the story about her being
murdered in the newspaper.

So Daryl, who was
that shooting at you,

those other two times?

Jake was right.

The shit still
didn't fit together.

It was a big piece
missing from the puzzle.

Fuck!

If it wasn't Vanessa's enemies
who tried to smoke us,

then who was it?

Oh, you're
finally waking up.

That's good.

That's ok.
Take your time.

I've waited 7 years
for this moment.

Oh, shit.

Who the fuck
are you, man?

Who the fuck am I?

Who the fuck am I?!

I am justice, fuckass!

I'm the conscience
you never had!

I'm the revenger
of blood sent to deliver
retribution!

I'm the grim reaper!

I'm a cat playing
with a mouse!

You sound like
a crazy motherfucker.

Wrong!

I'm not a motherfucker,
or a woman fucker,

or a man fucker,
or any kind of fucker!

Because, you see, those titles
they require certain tools,

that I no longer possess,
thanks to you!

I lost them a long time ago.

I want to show
you something, Daryl.

Daryl!

Oh, shit.

I knew you
were a freak!

Turn around!

Yo...

Pull your pants up, man!

You ain't got nothing
I want to see!

If you don't want
to die right now,

you will look between my legs,
and tell me what you see!

Fuck!
Turn around!

Oh, shit, man, what
the fuck happened to you?

What the fuck happened to me?

Ha ha ha! You happened!

You and your home boy,
that smoked out motherfucker

who blew my dick and balls
off with a Magnum .44!

That is what happened!

In another better life,

I was the security guard
in that bank you robbed.

Ohh, yeah!

I am a man who fortune
hath cruelly scratched!

Yo, man...

I'm sorry about
what happened to you,

but that shit
is not my fault!

I didn't know that trip
was going to Rob that bank!

To be or not to be,
that is the question.

Cut the Shakespeare,
and listen to me!

I'm not the one
who shot you!

A plague on both
your houses!

Vanessa thought
it was the Jamaicans
that was after us,

those two times we got
busted on, but it was you?

Ha ha ha!

Life is as tedious
as a twice told tale.

You have no idea
the amount of shit

that has gone down because
of your dickless ass.

The fuckin'
party stacked up!

Trish would
still be alive today

if it wasn't for you!

Eyes, see your last.

Fucker, see this!

Untimely death!

I'm lucky strap's a good salesman.

He finally talked me into
buying a bulletproof vest,

along with the Nina.

He took 10% off, too.

So, after I got done
with the cops,

I counted the money.

There wasn't no two
million in there.

It was more
like 500 grand,

but it was enough for me
to get started.

So that's it.

There ain't
no more to tell.

Anyway it's time for
y'all's shifts to start,

so get up off your ass
and get to work.

Things are ok now,

except I can never feel
completely happy.

I keep seeing Trish's face and
thinking she died because of me.

I'm sorry, Trish.

I've got my son living with me now.

He's the most important
thing in my life.

I love him.

And no matter
what else happens,

I'm going to be the father
to him that I never had.

They say life is a game
which must be played,

but to win you gotta avoid
getting caught up.

♪ yo, I got a story

♪ about money,
women, and power ♪

♪ and who truly has it

♪ her name seems
to slip my mind ♪

♪ but her face
is stuck in my brain ♪

♪ can vaguely
remember the day we met ♪

♪ see, it had
rained the road over ♪

♪ on soppovada was wet
and my car wasn't ♪

♪ huggin' the terrain,
so there I came into her Lane ♪

♪ I was to blame but stopped
my headlight in the front ♪

♪ 'cause I ran into her back
but she didn't over-react ♪

♪ 'cause her cruiser wasn't
even scratched, in fact ♪

♪ now that I think back,
I was gettin' macked ♪

♪ by a tender,
oh, yeah, now I remember ♪

♪ Vanessa from Maryland,
aggressive and very tanned ♪

♪ it was December of '94 when
she was finding o attractive ♪

♪ lookin' like an actress

♪ skilled in the art
of macktress ♪

♪ she asked if I was cool,
I said, "sure but damn ♪

♪ I feel like manure
because baby I ain't insured" ♪

♪ her reply, "poor baby,
don't worry, I understand ♪

♪ but man makes the money,
money never makes the man" ♪

♪ she said

♪ man makes the money,
money never makes the man ♪

♪ man makes the money,
money never makes the man ♪

♪ man makes the money,
money never makes the man ♪

♪ and that's real,
and that's real ♪

♪ boy, what is it you want
to do when you grow up? ♪

♪ aiyyo, I'm gonna
be on ti dop ♪

♪ that's all my eyes can see

♪ victory is mine,
yeah, surprisingly ♪

♪ I've been laying,
waiting for your next mistake ♪

♪ I put in work and watch
my status escalate ♪

♪ now i'ma start
collectin' props ♪

♪ connectin' plots,
networkin' like a conference ♪

♪ 'cause the nonsense
is yet to stop ♪

♪ Jakes shake me down,
haters wanna take me down ♪

♪ break me down, clap,
all they heard was the sound ♪

♪ wow, god

♪ little boys and girls

♪ listen

♪ a man can get
caught up in things ♪

♪ like a grid iron

♪ he gots to have it

♪ his girl got his mind

♪ took over his whole body

♪ he needs her

♪ live without it

♪ yeah, yeah

♪ her name was lady hebron

♪ I think he met
her at a chevron ♪

♪ late night, stressin',
he caught his wife sexin' ♪

♪ with his cousin Stefan

♪ he told his wife
to get to Stefan's ♪

♪ before I start lettin' loose

♪ on your skinny ass
with the weapons ♪

♪ I like the way
you make me feel ♪

♪ know that I like it

♪ you know that
I like it, baby ♪

♪ I like the way
you make me feel ♪

♪ I remember when
we had so much trust ♪

♪ and nobody could
come between us ♪

♪ do you remember?

♪ now, you listen to
he said, she said ♪

♪ and they keep putting
thoughts in your head ♪

♪ all the time

♪ girl, your heart
is filled with so much down ♪

♪ 'cause you think that
I've been playing you out ♪

♪ man makes the money,
money never makes the man ♪

♪ man makes the money,
money never makes the man ♪

♪ man makes the money,
money never makes the man... ♪