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[MUSIC - MARC JORDAN, "COME AND GET IT"]

MAN (VOICEOVER): (SINGING) Go!

WOMAN (VOICEOVER): (SINGING) Oh.

MAN (VOICEOVER): (SINGING) Uhn.

Come on.

Whatcha gonna do now?

Come on.

Stop.

[bark]

WOMAN (VOICEOVER): (SINGING) Oh.

Oh.

I told him I couldn't.

I shouldn't have listened-- hey!

Watch it!

Hey, come back here!

MAN: What are you gonna do?

MAN (VOICEOVER): (SINGING) Uhn.

Come on.

Whatcha gonna do now?

Ow!

Come on.

Uhn.

Come on.

Whatcha gonna do now?

Spare a little loonie, sir?

Sorry.

Any change will help.

Sorry, pass.

Thanks.

It all flows back, you know.

Oh, fuck.

This is just great.

CARTER: Yo.

Oh.

I, uh-- I didn't see you there.

Um, I think I've got myself a little turned around in here.

Which way is it to the lake shore?

Is it that way?

$5.

I don't want a guided tour.

If you can just point me in the right direction,

that'd be great.

Thank you.

You owe me $5.

Look, I'm not gonna pay you $5 for pointing, OK?

Then you better just give me your whole wallet.

[chuckle]

What?

Get out of my way. Come on.

Look. What?

Are we dancing here or what?

Look-- fuck off!

[thud]

Oh, shit.

[music playing]

(SINGING) Ow!

Come on.

Yo, cut him off, cut him off.

Go, the other side.

Go, quick, go.

[grunt]

Fuck.

Fuck.

Go.

I'll catch up, just go.

Go!

This way.

Which way?

Fuck.

Go that way.

Keep looking.

Oh, god.

[grunting]

[crack]

[panting]

PUNK 1: Over here.

PUNK 2: Which way?

PUNK 1: Over here.

You see him?

Which way did he go?

He must've come around this side.

There.

Shit, it's just Kelly.

Shit.

Look, by the tree.

Yo, it's locked.

[plop]

[giggling]

[laughing]

SHARK: Shit.

What the fuck?

Man, you are so done now.

Climbing a tree.

SHARK: What?

The fucking tree?

It's so stupid.

How the fuck you even get up there?

KC: Shit.

OK, OK, OK, don't fuck around, don't

fuck around, don't fuck around.

Whoo.

OK, OK, throw down your wallet, man.

[laugh]

[plop]

Smart, smart. See?

What I tell you about these cats in suits?

They're educated.

Now how about your watch?

How about your pants?

[laughing]

[clink]

OK, uh--

Murray, there's just one more thing, then we can go.

You need to come down here and apologize to my boy.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no.

I said you need to come down here and apologize.

You know, face-to-face like a man,

not up there like a squirrel.

[laughing] Yo, yo.

I ain't fucking around here.

No.

Excuse me?

I said no.

What do you mean "no," you fucking piece--

I mean I'm not gonna climb down so you

can beat the crap out of me.

I'm just not.

Um-- [clears throat] What you don't understand is that

we are running the show, OK?

You just making things worse.

No, I don't think so.

See, I know people, and if you had a way to get me down,

like a gun or something, you'd have used it by now.

A gun?

Murray, using a gun's like making

your baby sister cry uncle.

Can't prove nothing with a gun, meat.

[whacking]

[sigh]

Well, I'm not coming down.

It's that simple.

SHARK: Give him a boost, man.

40, 60, 80, 1.

Get him, G.

SHARK: 40, 60, 80, 2.

20, 40, 60, 80.

[smack]

[thud]

[panting]

KC: Rush him.

KELLY: Come on.

Just hit him.

CARTER: Yeah, do it.

Bust that, Shark.

KELLY: Get him.

Yeah, come on.

Fuck him up.

[smack]

[thud]

[panting]

[spit]

[grunt]

Yeah.

[groan]

[music playing]

Wooha!

What the fuck?

Shit.

[laugh]

This ain't over.

Did you think-- did you think that you could

just do this and walk away?

Is that what you thought?

Look, we ain't need to be doing all this shit.

Sooner or later, this squirrel's gonna have to come down.

When he does, I'm gonna be right here to finish what he started.

I know I ain't got no plans tonight.

I'm down.

Fucker's gonna pay.

CARTER: So what?

We're just gonna wait?

As long as it takes.

You down?

Guys, come on.

Let's just sell his shit.

We don't need the trouble. - Trouble?

Girl, what the fuck's wrong with you?

That's why these guys always win.

You just see what happened?

That man just assaulted the fuck out of us,

but we don't wanna start no trouble?

He enjoyed that shit.

He ain't even apologized or nothing.

We don't wanna start no trouble?

You tell me what the fuck's wrong with that picture.

CARTER: But weren't we jacking him?

Uh, yeah.

Man, shut the fuck up.

Yo, yo.

Look, that's not the point, OK?

The moment he laid his hands on you,

he's telling you that he's better than you.

I'm not gonna let him do that to you.

Not to you, not to me, not to any of us here.

You feel me?

Aight, get outta here.

(MOCKING) I need you, man.

Please let me be down with you.

Pfft.

Go then.

Go home and give your good ol' grandpa's ass

a stinking wipe for me.

KELLY: Shut the fuck up, KC.

Man, fuck you, Kelly.

I'm staying.

I'm down.

So whatcha saying, girl?

You got somewhere better to be in there?

I don't wanna be caught on Raven turf after dark, OK?

Pssh, tag's old, man.

They don't give a fuck about this park.

They run the streets now.

Come on, it's safe, aight?

What do you say?

Yeah.

All right, sure, I'm in.

Aight.

Dwayne.

I know you got my back, right?

Whenever you're ready, Murray.

[music playing]

[dog barking]

(SHOUTING) Help!

Help! - He's so stupid.

Who do you think's gonna hear that?

Do you even hear the city?

Huh?

Save your wind, chump.

MURRAY: Help!

Chump.

Fucking help me!

Help!

[echoing]

Help!

Help!

Help!

It's kinda-- you know, it's kinda loud.

MURRAY: Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Do it loud!

Help!

Gimme an M!

M!

Gimme a U!

U!

SHARK: Gimme an R!

PUNKS: R!

Help!

Give me another R!

R!

SHARK: Gimme an A! - A!

Gimme a Y!

Y!

- Who do we got? - Murray!

SHARK: What's that spell? PUNKS: Murray!

Help! SHARK: Who's the man?

PUNKS: Murray!

Go, Murray.

[cheering]

Bye bye, officer.

What?

No!

No, don't go!

SHARK: Who do we love?

PUNKS: Murray!

- Who is the man? - Murray!

SHARK: Who do we got?

PUNKS: Murray!

SHARK: Who do we love?

Murray!

[laughing]

Shut up.

Oh, oh, what? What?

Oh, come on, don't tell me that didn't

cheer you up just a little bit.

[chuckle]

Yeah, laugh it up, you bunch of cowards.

KC: You're the one hiding in the tree, man.

No shit, Einstein, 'cause you're a gang.

I can't beat a fucking gang.

Gang?

We're not a gang.

More like a-- more like a squad of self-directed urban park

rangers.

Yeah, well, call it what you want.

A gang's a gang, even if it's a bunch of pussies.

(MOCKING) Ooh.

Ooh, no.

Well, um-- open this, my fellow pussy.

Don't touch it, you dummy.

It's a Ferroco.

This thing's worth like, 900 bucks.

Dummy?

Not you, Shark, I'm j--

I'm just saying, if it's damaged, it's worth shit.

- Shark? - Just open it.

Did he just call you "Shark"?

Very "West Side Story."

Not that it's any of my business or anything, but, um--

who made you the boss, Shark?

Hm?

I mean, how does one come to lead a half-assed punk gang?

Is it a credit score system or something?

Or were you elected by a body of your peer?

Or, um-- hey, maybe it's a system of birthright.

Was your daddy a shark too?

Why don't you shut the fuck up?

You don't know nothing, white bread, country club prick.

I'm not talking to you, dipshit.

From what I can see, you're the boss because you threaten,

you manipulate, and you intimidate.

You're a bully.

It's how Hitler got into power.

Yo, you calling us Nazis?

[chuckle]

Well, hey, if the jackboot fits, shorty.

Shows what you know.

My grandpa fought the Nazis.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I bet your grandpa is just bursting with pride in you

now, huh?

Fuck you.

Good answer.

Look, look, look.

Don't nobody talk to the squirrel no more.

See? Censorship.

Next, he'll be shutting down our newspapers.

D-man, crack the code.

We are now entering Murray's world.

I'm just saying, why doesn't someone else

get to be the leader?

How about a little democracy here?

I mean, big guy opened the briefcase without damaging it.

You know, why don't you run for leadership?

You could campaign for a kinder, gentler approach

to terrorizing the park.

OK.

We have to work on your communication skills first,

but, um-- you know, it's a good start.

Murray Roberts.

executive director of national accounts.

Young, Bennett, and Associates.

Yo, you know you can tell Murray's important?

You can feel the letters on the card.

I love that shit.

That's a nice touch.

So what we got here?

"Rocket Mints-- a blast of freshness inside every one."

Yeah.

"Don't let dandruff hold you back.

Feel free with Flake Free."

Yeah.

"Be cool. Be now.

Aim high."

What the hell does that mean?

And you call me manipulative, right?

It's a six figure a year profession.

What do you get swarming respectable people in the park?

Respectable?

Is that how you see yourself, Mur?

Look, he cancelled his vacation to be with us.

Is this your wife, Murray?

Huh?

Gotta cut back on the cake, you know?

Your powers of observation astound, Holmes.

She's pregnant, not fat.

Oh, yeah?

Who's the father?

[laughing]

[mock laugh]

Murray, is your kid crazy or something?

No.

Not that it's any of your business.

"Day 1, a program of healing and forgiveness.

Day 2, coming to terms with family dysfunction.

Day 3, love-- the hub of the family wheel."

That's some fucked up shit right here, Murray.

Go to hell.

Is that a temper?

Oh, come on now, that's no way to start day 1, remember?

Program of healing and forgiveness.

Hey, could you toss me some of those?

My leg's killing me.

It's just aspirin, all right?

It's just aspirin, man.

You could just go to the hospital.

[buzzer noise]

Wrong.

Nice try, Murray, nice try.

But you see, we're a stable family here,

and we stick together.

Yeah, it's called loyalty, something you rich fucks

know nothing about.

Shit.

W-- what?

What's up?

Murray, you one bad mother--

KC: Fuck me.

SHARK: So is that what you do at night now?

You shopping? - I got lost.

You got lost?

No, what you got is a lot of nerve, that's what you got,

Murray.

Sitting up there, calling us punks.

Terrible.

Oh, like you've never used a little--

Right, right.

There you go with your assumptions and shit.

Because you know people like me, right?

Because I'm one of those government-subsidized,

substance-abusing, bringing down the property values punks,

right?

That's me, right?

Pfft.

I bet you the only one here who's even carrying any shit.

But we're the punks, right?

Fucking hypocrite, man.

There's a big difference between a little personal use

and holding someone hostage, ya punk.

But you do admit that it's wrong though, right?

No.

No?

He said no.

Well, then, let me ask you this.

Does your wife know that your aspirin bottle comes

with a little prize inside?

Does she know that?

No, she doesn't know that.

You don't share that with her, do you, Mur?

You keep that a secret.

Well, let me tell you this.

If you keep that a secret, that's because you

know that it's wrong.

Amen. Preach.

[laugh]

Now I think that makes you a punk.

Oh. It's true, it's true.

Can I get an amen?

Amen, brother.

Whoo.

Y'all know what I'm talking about this evening.

All right.

[phone ringing]

Fran.

Yo, Murray, we making you late for dinner?

Hey, I got it.

I got it.

Hello? FRAN (ON PHONE): Yeah, hi.

Is Murray there? - Who?

FRAN (ON PHONE): Murray.

Murray?

Oh, god, this is Murray's phone.

Fran, help!

Call the police!

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought this was my phone.

MURRAY: Fran!

You're his wife?

Oh, god, he's gonna kill me.

No, Fran, don't listen!

[snickering]

FRAN (ON PHONE): Who are you?

Um, well--

FRAN (ON PHONE): Where the hell is my husband?

Where? MURRAY: No, it's a trick!

Well, he's in the shower.

She's lying!

Oh, god, I am so sorry.

I just feel awful about this.

MURRAY: Fran, no!

Look, I know he didn't want you to find

out this way, not yet, anyway.

I mean, he said you were in counseling.

FRAN (ON PHONE): The coward!

That fucker!

I'm sorry!

FRAN (ON PHONE): What the fucking--

[beep]

Murray, you kiss this mouth?

[laughing]

KC: That was brilliant.

SHARK: That's what I'm talking about.

Sounds to me like this wasn't the first time

that Murray had his hand caught in someone else's honey pot.

You don't know what you've done.

SHARK: Yeah, she does.

She just made sure that Mrs. Murray ain't gonna be calling

in any missing persons reports.

Sounds to me like she's gonna be calling a lawyer.

[spit]

[splat]

Aww, aww, Mur--

Murray, come on now, we talked about this disrespect before.

Spitting on ladies and shit?

Terrible.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You see that shit?

Slut.

Takes one to know one, John.

Fuck.

[ringtone playing]

Whatever you say, man.

Whatever you say.

What a fucking loser, man.

KELLY: You were the same way with Mikey.

SHARK: Yo, that fucker got what he deserved.

Shark.

Hey, Shark.

Look, what you did back there to my wife and all, it hurt.

You don't know how much, but it hurt.

Yeah.

No.

So what I'm trying to say is-- is--

I'm sorry I pissed you off.

I didn't mean any disrespect, and--

and now, you know, you got me back.

So it's-- It's getting really dark.

What do you say we end this?

You win, all right?

You coming down?

You guys go.

You take my stuff.

You take my apologies.

And you leave knowing that you beat me.

Then I'll come down, you know, go home.

You'll never-- never see me again.

[scoff]

So you're gonna let us win?

OK, we win.

Yay.

You arrogant fuck.

You think I give two shits that it's getting dark, huh?

Now is that the best you got, Murray?

What the fuck did you think I was gonna say?

That was a great chat, buddy.

So glad that we were able to see eye-to-eye on this issue.

Free to go now.

Huh?

Listen, listen, let me share something with you.

[clears throat]

I. Am in charge.

Here.

OK?

Why are you doing this?

Are you trying to teach me a lesson

or something, is that it?

Teach you a lesson?

I think we're all learning a lesson here today,

and that is, we don't have to put up with shit

from people like you anymore. - People like me?

What did I ever do?

Nothing.

Everything.

I never did anything.

Yeah.

I doubt that.

What I do know is that you will not

be going home to your fat, fucking wife

or your faggoty ass kid.

[sigh]

You think you're in charge?

You think you're just gonna walk away?

Well, fuck you, Sharkley.

How long before someone comes through here, huh?

We're not on a desert island, right?

I say dawn, 7:00 AM at the latest.

There'll be joggers.

It's a park.

It's a public fucking park.

I'm gonna hunt you down, you little psycho, you

and your whole Manson family--

Kelly, Dwayne, K-fucking-C. Oh, yeah, yeah, I haven't been just

sitting up here, jerking off.

How long do you think it's gonna take the police to track

down that group of names, huh?

Just from the stupid fucking nickname, "Shark."

How many high schools need to be checked?

How many police records?

You know what?

Fuck.

Shark.

Oh, let her go, bad boy.

It doesn't matter now.

You had your chance, but you're all

fucked now, each one of you!

You hear me, Shark?

You're gonna lose.

I'll tell you something about people like me,

people like me win! You hear me?

I'm gonna fuck you but good, so come and get it!

[music playing]

All right, go.

Get him, get him.

What took you so long?

All right, get him.

[groan]

Yeah!

[thud]

Get him back here.

[scream]

No!

[crack]

[scream]

I got the Shark!

Yeah, get back! KC: Fuck him!

Get back!

KC: Come on!

[whack]

Ah!

I'm not talking to you, chump.

Fuck!

[whack]

Ow!

[whack]

[groaning]

Fuck you!

Remember this?

[smack]

[thud]

Thank you very much.

It hurts, huh?

Oh, please, help me.

Shut the fuck up!

Sorry, I, uh--

I didn't catch your name.

Carter.

Carter.

You got a first name, huh?

James.

Jimmy Carter, no kidding, huh?

Well, thank you, Mr. President, but

you can forget about a reward.

All right, let's see what else we got, huh?

What's this, huh?

What were you gonna do with this, you little fuck, huh?

[scream]

Please.

You'll fucking pay!

God.

All right.

You promise to behave, I'll try to pop that back in, all right?

Please, I'll behave.

It hurts.

All right, Mr. President, this is gonna sting a little.

[crack]

[scream]

Come on.

All right.

You, uh-- you settled on your feet there?

It would be bad if you slipped.

Just let me go.

Oh, now why should I do that, huh?

God, how old are you, kid? What?

14?

15?

You still down with this?

Or maybe you'd like to call it a night and go home?

You just shut up and be a good hostage, James.

You know, I'll bet if we took a vote right now,

Carter here would probably be on the dissenting side, huh?

All right, you take care of him.

Fuck him.

So much for loyalty, eh, Mr. President?

Excuse me.

Goddamn.

[groan]

[helicopter whirring]

Angels.

[clatter]

KC: What are you looking at?

N-- nothing.

Then what the fuck were you doing, huh?

Nothing.

Just leave him alone. He's just a bum.

Who cares? - Hey, call the police.

You know who you're dealing with?

You know the Raven, shitball?

Yo, shut up.

I'm not telling you again.

I said let him go.

You-- you are not Raven.

What about the Raven?

[laugh]

MURRAY: Hey! Get help!

I'll pay you!

Are we down or not?

Call the police.

I need help. I'm serious.

I've got money.

Pass, thanks.

'Cause it all flows back.

Fuck off.

Fuck off. HOMELESS MAN: It all flows back.

KC: Get the fuck outta here. HOMELESS MAN: Pass, thanks.

KC: I said get the fuck outta here.

HOMELESS MAN: It all flows.

Pass, thanks.

[laughing]

What?

[helicopter whirring]

Don't go anywhere, Mr. President.

Look, he left Carter.

There's no time for that.

But he--

In the bushes, come on.

They have a search light.

Don't let them see.

No!

Help!

Over here!

Hey!

Hey! No!

Over here!

Help, please!

No!

Fuck. [crack]

[gasp]

[cracking]

[thudding]

Oh, fuck.

Get the fucker!

Get the fuck off me!

[choking]

Get off me!

Get the fuck off me!

I'll rip his fucking head off!

He's choking!

Stop it!

Stop it!

You're killing him!

Shit.

Stop it!

Carter's hurt!

It's OK.

You're OK. You're OK.

Come on.

You're OK.

OK.

It's over, scumbag.

You do value your friend, and you know something?

That's good.

For me.

You know how to stop the bleeding from a major artery?

You have to isolate the wound.

Press down.

Believe it or not, I actually did it once, life rescue.

But you gotta do it right the first time.

Don't.

Oh, I think so.

Here's the plan.

I'm gonna cut your friend, then I'm gonna drop him.

Then I'm gonna tell you how to pinch off the bleeding

while someone goes for help.

No help, he's dead in 15 minutes.

OK, everybody ready?

Now I think we can spare him the trouble, huh?

Send the big guy to the park right now.

If he's back with the cops in 15 minutes,

I won't poke a hole in the president.

Nobody's leaving.

Yes, OK.

Just don't.

OK, anybody else want to vote for my plan?

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Do want to make the hole big enough

for your finger, Sharkey?

[groan]

- Do it. - No!

OK? I'll go.

I'm not gonna let this happen.

Wait, wait.

Maybe Murray's right.

Maybe we do overvalue his life.

You're not just gonna let him die.

Why not?

It's not like he means anything to nobody,

at least not anymore.

These last couple years kinda went to shit now,

didn't they, James?

You see, Carter's stepdaddy took off when

his mom got sick, real sick.

The cancer just took over so fast,

the doctors barely had a chance to do anything for her.

By the end, she was so medicated and tubed up,

the poor boy couldn't even talk to her.

Not even to say goodbye.

No.

She was just gone.

But luckily for Carter, his grandpa was right there

to take care of him.

Unfortunately, over the last six months,

grandpa's mind's gone a little--

well, you know.

And, uh-- at first, it was just little things.

He'd forget to take his pills or forget to take out the trash.

But when the crazy fuck started to shit his pants,

well, good ol' social services just waltzed right in,

and they put him into some rat shit government home.

So you tell me, Murray, are we overvaluing Carter?

He's got no home.

He's got no family.

He's got nobody.

Because-- well, nobody cares.

So I don't give a shit what you do.

Give yourself a thrill, Murray.

Dwayne.

Catch him.

He's coming down.

[groan]

[panting]

[wheezing]

Not that you care, but he should probably go to a hospital.

At least lie him flat, get his neck straight.

[chuckle]

[laughing]

Murray's so damn weak.

You fell for that shit, huh?

Who you trying to kill with that knife like you bad?

Oh, I'm gonna cut him, I'm gonna cut him.

[laugh]

I knew that shit.

You people got no stomach, man.

I didn't know he was gonna let him down though.

Now that was the bonus.

Shit, but if you that stupid, I'll take it.

Y'all felt that performance, right, right?

I know y'all heard the violins and all that.

He could hear you.

You shoulda never said those things.

I just saved his fucking life.

Can you carry him outta here?

James did not go through all that so we

can let him walk away.

I'm not gonna--

Ah!

We are not going to do that to him.

Remember what I say.

Don't let him get between us.

He's smart, but we on him, right?

Right?

Kelly?

Just thinking, man.

We saw these choppers.

Think Mrs. Murray tuned in enough to call the cops?

So we gotta know if they out there looking for him,

so you gotta go check it out, right.

I'm just gonna have a look to make sure the cops ain't

searching the park on foot.

If he, uh-- if he comes down, just holler at me.

He ain't gonna get too far with that leg.

I'll take care of him, aight?

You shouldn't have choked Carter like that.

Yeah.

You shouldn't have done that to my wife.

It was a joke.

Maybe next time, you should keep your dick in your pants.

It was one mistake.

We were working it out, but now, thanks to you--

Yeah, we're working it out.

Blah, blah, blah.

Who the hell are you?

Huh?

You sitting down there, waiting to kill me.

How dare you pass judgment on me?

Fuck.

Take a look in the mirror, you skag.

You're all the same.

Fucking excuses.

Complaints.

All the reasons in the fucking world.

But when it comes right down to it,

you're all about just getting off without giving

a shit about anybody else.

Fuck you.

You don't know a thing about me. - Oh, I know plenty.

You may not remember me, John, but I remember you.

Fancy car, $50.

No haggling for you.

Just pay and go.

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

No?

Well, I remember.

It was over fast, but when you were done,

you couldn't wait to get me out of the car

fast enough so you could get the fuck outta there.

Yeah, I remember you.

(MOCKING) I'm so lonely.

Forgive me.

My wife and I aren't connecting.

You are all so pathetic.

And you think the worst part is doing it,

but there's nothing more painful than listening

to all the whining.

So just save it, John.

I'm sorry.

I knew it.

I could smell it.

You have trick written all over you.

You mean we didn't--

No.

Does it matter?

Fuck.

You're all such bastards.

No-- No, I just meant--

Just don't go telling me to look in a mirror, OK?

I take it the others don't know.

No.

And we are gonna keep it our dirty little secret.

KC: Yo.

You wanna-- you wanna see what Shark dropped?

Clumsy, huh?

You need, right?

Dwayne can't know.

Oh, no, no, no.

No, it'll-- it'll be our dirty little secret.

What?

No.

Kel, you know how it works.

In exchange for services rendered.

[groan]

Pussy shit. Flares.

Fucking psycho.

[rustling]

What?

What's wrong with you, man?

It's the Raven on walk.

The big, dumb beast returns, but now it can talk.

Shark, yo, you gotta hear--

don't fucking touch me, dummy.

Shh!

You say Raven?

Fuck!

I do not need this shit.

Yo, yo, yo.

Get in the bushes and hide.

Go, go, go.

What's the Raven?

How could you?

You ain't even doing nothing, man.

Just get outta sigh.

Go, go.

What's the Raven?

Shut the fuck up!

Put out that smoke, or you're finished.

Yeah, I know, I know.

[glass shattering]

KC, man, go, let's go.

No, man.

What the fuck are you doing?

Seriously, man, you nuts?

We're down with the Raven, right?

So we hand over the squirrel like a gift and offering.

Be fucking in the Raven.

We'll be made. - What?

We didn't even do nothing, and they

don't care about this shit. Let's go.

Come on. - We were waiting.

They'll get him down and we'll do it, all right?

It's not like-- - No!

They'll fucking kill us all.

They're not gonna fucking-- [smack]

Are you fucking listening to me?

[snicker]

Look, nobody's down.

We're not fucking down with the Raven, all right?

I fucked up, OK?

I did a couple runs for them, and I took a cut.

All right, I fucked up, aight?

Get the fuck in the bushes.

Go, man.

[laughing]

Oh, you guys, I gotta admit, you are not

looking so tough at the moment.

Oh, Raven!

Oh, oh, Raven!

SHARK: Shut the fuck up.

Yo, Raven, over here.

I've got some chumps for you to blood.

[laughing]

Stop it, please.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Am I getting the lingo wrong?

You don't know what you're doing.

Oh, yes, I do.

I'm calling (SHOUT) Raven!

Oh--

Shh!

They'll kill you. - Oh, haven't you heard?

I'm already slated for death.

I mean, it comes up every five minutes, for Christ's sake.

Anyways, you know, our fearless leader will protect us.

They will kill us all.

They'll kill you for sport.

These are bad, bad people.

Well, if you guys are gonna kill me anyways,

I don't see why I shouldn't-- - Please!

Be quiet.

It's Kelly, man, I'm begging you.

We could run, but with her leg, man, she's done.

If they get a hold of her, they won't just kill her.

You don't know how bad it can be.

Please.

[birds fluttering]

[gasping]

Dwayne, Dwayne.

Dwayne, you all right, man?

Yo.

Yo, yo, yo.

Shit, I thought you was done.

You talk about watching each other's backs,

and then go do something like this?

Man, how was I supposed to know

they was gonna come through?

You stole drug money from the Raven.

We're all screwed because of you.

And who do you think they're gonna go to when they can't

find you to settle up, huh?

I'll deal with it, I'll deal with it.

Are you done with this mess?

It's over, man.

We're fucking outta here.

Hey, wait.

You can't go.

He's right, Shark.

Shh!

I'm sorry, but he's right.

You can't play tough guy and hide in the bushes.

It's over.

Look, man, she's gonna be fine with Carter.

Oh, fine?

She look fine to you, Dwayne?

Come on.

I trusted you.

You think I gave her the shit?

Then where is it?

Show me.

And, Dwayne, if you genuinely care about that girl,

you may want to ask yourself, what

did Shark require in exchange for that little bit of rock?

Look, man, I must have just dropped the shit.

[smack]

[thud]

CARTER: Don't!

You're wrong, man.

I ain't never touched her.

D-man, this is all bullshit.

Man, you're gonna pay for all this.

You hear me?

I don't give a fuck how long it takes.

You're one dead fuck, Murray.

Pathetic.

I wasn't sure at first, but then when you hid in the bushes

like a girl, now I know for sure--

you are nobody.

I'm not gonna pay for nothing.

You couldn't get an apple out of a tree, let alone me.

It's over.

And you only got till sunrise.

I'd use the time to get outta town, guppie.

Where is she?

She was crouched down with me, man.

DWAYNE: Which way did she come out?

CARTER: I don't know.

Sorry.

She was pretty messed up, man.

Look, man, we'll find her.

Stay away from her.

Kelly.

Kelly.

Kelly.

Now what?

Well, if the past is any indication,

Sharkey will rant and rave about how he's gonna kill me,

and then I'll try and muster a little fear.

But it's getting kinda tough, because, you know,

he's proving to be quite the useless little turd.

It's all talk.

No action.

What?

No action.

We could've got him out.

But you've been lying to me about the Raven

the whole fucking time.

Shit, and I only called them 'cause you said we were down.

Wait, wait, wait. What the fuck you telling me?

You called them?

Yeah, I called them.

'Cause you said they hung at the Polleys', man,

like you know them and shit.

'Cause maybe I thought we could end this thing faster.

But no, you lied.

What?

It's your fault. What the fuck?

Look, I can't believe this shit.

Look, if you wanna be with the fucking Raven, go!

Go be their bitch!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Don't you remember?

I watched your back!

I saved your ass!

Me!

I'm the one who's down!

I'm fucking down!

You liar!

You'd know all about lies, wouldn't you, chump?

With your phony, south side, projects accent

and your well-rehearsed, homeboy posture,

your pre-washed hoodie and your warehouse outlet sneakers.

It's all a lie, isn't it?

You slipped when you nailed my briefcase as a Ferroco.

It's very uptown.

Fuck you.

[chuckle]

Yep, you're the pretender.

Naughty little rich boy, slumming it with a real down

and dirty crowd.

A wannabe.

You don't know what the fuck--

you don't know what the fuck you're talking about,

so shut the fuck up.

I know what I'm talking about all right.

I know you better than you know yourself.

I can see right into you because I made you.

I dressed you.

You reek of every billboard, every magazine cover,

every commercial I put out over the last two years.

You're a perfect demographic fit.

You know, mid-teen male, upper middle income, bored,

hip hop-listening, underage drinking,

pathologically masturbating, little consumer.

Am I wrong, Shark?

Hm?

Ever been to his house?

Bet you haven't.

No, the ever enthusiastic KC just kinda

shows up from time to time, huh?

Am I right?

I'm not listening to the bullshit anymore. 'Cause this

fuck doesn't know what he's on.

Where the fuck you think you're going, huh?

What? Fuck!

You believe him?

What the hell, man?

[clatter]

Shit.

KC.

KC.

You took it.

Oh, I didn't see that coming.

Oh, this just gets easier by the minute, huh?

I just found the fucking empty bottle, what?

I just found the empty bottle!

Um, wha-- what are you gonna do?

Kelly's out there 'cause of him.

I'm gonna find her.

I'll deal with you later.

You leave.

I might just have to kill you.

Look.

You still with me, right?

'Cause, uh-- I gotta know.

Man.

You're the only one I can trust now.

Man, sit your chicken shit ass down.

The Raven's bitch.

He's the fucking bitch.

You know it's just fashion, right?

You're supposed to wear it to the mall.

You're not supposed to let it develop

into a teenage psychopathology, you simp.

Don't, man.

Fuck.

Don't ever tell me what to do, you little prick.

Don't you think you'd be just a little safer if you just let

mommy and daddy pay for a little analysis

instead of acting out your rampant,

testosterone-driven blood lust?

Man, fuck off.

They're gonna kick your lights out, you know.

Maybe you better run home back to your video games,

your computer chat rooms, and your microwaveable cuisine.

I hate you.

Screw Shark.

I'm just gonna have a look around.

The fucker comes out of the tree, start swinging.

I'll come running.

Whoo.

Sure wound him up, huh?

How's the neck?

It's OK.

Good.

Look.

Just so you know, didn't want to hurt you.

It's cool.

You had to do something.

MURRAY: Well, I am sorry.

This doesn't change nothing, but, uh--

thanks for letting me go.

Well, now's your chance to return the favor.

I really didn't think you'd go for it, Mr. President.

Look, don't be calling me that.

Fucking American president jokes all my life.

I don't know what my mom was thinking.

OK.

James.

James.

Don't you think this has gone on long enough, huh?

I really don't think this is what

you bargained for when you started hanging with Shark,

is it?

Look around.

Kelly's fucked up and gone who knows where.

Dwayne's outta here.

KC's a fucking psychopath.

And that Raven walk thing, man, that was--

that was scary.

And Shark, ha, don't even start me on him.

I mean, you had a knife to your throat,

and he bluffed with your life.

You had a knife to my throat.

Why you stick with him through all this shit, I'll never know.

I mean, all that stuff he said, is it true?

I'm sorry.

Those real?

Your grandfather's.

He gave them to me for my birthday.

MURRAY: That's really nice, James.

Look, don't bother, all right?

It's not gonna work.

I wasn't--

I'm just saying, it's a thoughtful present to get

from your grandfather, really.

So what did you get your kid for his birthday?

It's different.

He's three years old.

He got lots of stuff.

But what did you get him?

Well-- you know, my wife picked it out.

It was from both of us.

That's thoughtful.

[groan]

Take it easy.

Just gotta pee.

Just gonna take a little walk down to the men's room,

shall I?

[unzipping]

[trickling]

[zip]

[crack]

[shout]

[thud]

Well, what's it gonna be, Mr. Pr--

James?

KC: Ugh.

Hold up the flare.

I can't see shit.

Don't let it end like this.

Please.

Don't have a heart attack, Murray.

Thought you'd be home by now, snuggled

in the bosom of your au pair.

Trust me, I'm not gonna miss the chance to fuck you up

once we get you down.

You dropped the knife.

Fucking loser.

What happened to you?

Nothing, just some of the--

KC: What the fuck happened here?

Nothing, man.

Some of the squirrel's blood just dripped on me, that's all.

What are you gawping at, wannabe?

You had him.

You had him, didn't you?

You had him, and you fucking put him back?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Yo, yo, yo!

Is there a problem here?

No.

Fuck, no.

Shit, my arm.

SHARK: What you threatening on my man for, huh?

He put him back into the tree.

He's a fucking traitor. - No.

No, man. It's not even like that.

Yo, yo.

You know, KC, man, you really make me sick, man.

First, you fucking with me, and then Kelly, now Carter.

He's fucking lying, man.

Oh, you'd know all about lies, wouldn't you, wannabe?

Why would he do, huh?

Why would he sell me out?

Hm?

You tell me why I shouldn't just poke two holes in you

right now.

'Cause KC's right, Shark.

Carter had me down.

He let me back up.

He's a traitor.

Whatever, man.

You expect me to believe that shit, huh?

Worse than him.

I can prove it.

See, uh-- got a little souvenir while I was down there.

Another one bites the dust, huh?

It's not even like that, man.

I'm down with you.

How can he trust you, James?

No.

He's a posse of one now.

I warned you, Shark.

People like me win.

I'm with you, man.

I can prove it.

I can get him out of the tree.

Time's up, James.

It's sunup in one hour.

Shut up.

My grandpa, he has a gun in his storage locker.

I can get it.

I swear, I can get it.

Now you think you can get in there?

Yeah.

Don't fucking trust him, man.

Another word out of you, and you'll wish you

were up that fucking tree.

All right, you on, man.

Go get it.

Yo, don't let nobody see you, don't let nobody follow you.

Now go.

Quick, man, go fast.

People like you.

Pfft.

Right.

Where are you taking me?

The drug's made you sick.

No hospital.

Shark, Shark, don't let him take me.

Please, please, don't let him take me, Shark.

Now you gotta know I ain't do nothing.

It was him.

Ask him.

[clatter]

Aight.

Fine, take her.

Dwayne.

Don't cross me again.

No.

No.

I hate you!

I hate you!

Let go of me!

[thud]

You're a fucking leech!

You're a moping, hangdog, stupid waste of a fucking life!

Fuck!

Just leave me the fuck alone!

Leave me alone!

Dwayne.

You deserve better than this.

I know people.

And you gotta know, she doesn't feel about you

the way you feel about her.

You think she's your girl?

You think she's gonna be faithful?

You think she cares?

She doesn't care.

I know that's hard for you to understand now.

You don't know what you're talking about.

I'm not trying to hurt you here.

Just open your eyes.

Fuck.

Kelly's a-- Kelly's a--

My sister.

She's my sister.

You know, I'm listening to you sit up there,

just talking and talking, like you

got everything all figured out.

Because you, yeah, you know people.

You don't know shit, Murray.

We're not people.

We're just a bunch of cowards, and punks, and traitors, right?

No.

Because if we were people, you might have to care.

And you just don't give a fuck, do you?

No, I care.

Oh, you care?

Yeah, who do you care about, huh?

Your wife? - Of course.

Or your mistress?

You care about your boy or your dealer?

Your six figure job?

Breath mints, dandruff shampoo.

What do you really care about, huh?

You care about Carter?

Do you have any idea what you've done to him?

Do you?

You care about me?

Is that why you gotta tell me about Kelly?

All right.

You know people.

What is she then?

My sister's a what?

I was just gonna say that--

My sister's a what?

Kelly's a--

Kelly's addicted to drugs.

No shit.

You're a real people person all right.

[MUSIC - MARC JORDAN, "FALLING FORWARD"]

MAN (VOICEOVER): (SINGING) I trace

the line, run through my head.

Wonder how many would understand that where I am

isn't where I've been.

Nothing's the same with the shape I'm in.

I see my world staring back at me.

Another man I used to be.

Looking back.

Falling forward.

Holding on.

Falling forward.

Holding on.

[rain pattering]

'Sup.

Since we're all still here, gonna take a vote.

Look, a democracy.

Now, we gonna do this together.

When it's done, you can all do what the fuck you want.

I don't care.

Y'all know how I feel about this.

KC.

Nothing's changed.

I say we kill the fucker.

Dwayne.

No.

Kel.

If he's dead, no one has to know.

I vote no.

It's up to you, bro.

Fuck that.

He can't tell us what to do.

Let's just shoot him. - No, no.

Carter's gonna decide.

We gonna do this, or we gonna walk?

Yeah, man, I'm down.

You're fucked now.

I'm gonna enjoy watching Shark shoot you.

I ain't doing it.

You are.

I'm not just gonna stand by and watch you turn Carter--

What the fuck did I tell you about crossing me, huh?

What did I say?

So you with me, right?

Then do it.

No.

No.

Not him.

James, this isn't what you want.

Please, James.

This is my fault. I shouldn't have told him.

I should've let it go.

Don't do this because of me.

Um.

James, man, you, uh--

you wanna change your vote?

I'm so sorry, James.

I never meant to hurt you.

KC: Shit, man, there's not time.

Just do it.

Please, James.

Let them kill me.

Give Shark the gun.

Just walk away.

Walk away?

Walk away where?

Man, should've let me do it.

Don't, don't, don't.

Hey, hey, hey. Yo.

Calm the fuck down. - Don't, Carter.

Just give him the gun.

Sit down, man.

You just fucking left me up there.

James, just put it down.

Please, James, put it down.

[crying]

[grunt]

[gunshot]

[gasp]

KELLY: No!

No!

- Shit. - James!

Oh, man.

James, wake up. Come on.

Oh my god.

No.

Shit, get it on there.

This is really bad.

Come on.

Harder, harder.

Shit, man.

Harder.

It's not enough.

It's just pouring out.

Just fucking push harder then.

Get off of him.

See what you caused, you son of a bitch?

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

Stop it!

It's over!

We have to get help.

No, you-- no, you--

you call for help, and the cops will come.

No. Then we're fucked.

I'm fucked.

[rustle]

This still ain't over.

Do something.

[thud]

[groan]

[wheezing]

Tilt his head back.

Watch his breathing.

Dammit.

I need to get at the wound.

I can try and stop the bleeding, but I need to get in there.

I need that.

Please.

SHARK: Do it. Save him.

Call 911.

Use my cell.

It's out of batteries.

[blood gushing]

KELLY: Oh.

Oh, James.

We need an ambulance.

Go. Run.

And get someone here.

Don't come back.

OK, OK.

I think I have it.

He's right.

The cops are gonna come with the ambulance.

You should go.

I'm staying too.

[MUSIC - MARC JORDAN, "FALLING FORWARD"]

[police siren]

MAN (VOICEOVER): (SINGING) I see my world staring back at me.

Another man I used to be.

Looking back.

Falling forward.

Holding on.

Looking back.

Falling forward.

Holding on.

[MUSIC - MARC JORDAN, "COME AND GET IT"]

MAN (VOICEOVER): (SINGING) Whoo!

Stop.

Go.

Oh.

Uhn.

Come on.

Whatcha gonna do now?

Come on.

Stop.

Go.

Oh.

Oh.

Uhn.

Come on.

Whatcha gonna do now?

Ow!

Come on.

Uhn.

Come on.

Whatcha gonna do now?