All language subtitles for New.Jersey.Drive.English-WWW.MY-SUBS.CO

[Man] All right,
we gonna set this off,
you know what I'm sayin',

for this
New Jersey Drive joint.

All right! [tires screeching]

[Officer]
How you doin'?

[indistinct chatter]

[Guard]
Third one on your left.
Enjoy your stay.

[banging]

[yelling, chattering]

[Narrator]
I remember when my moms
used to always talk about...

how she wanted
to live in peace somewhere.

For her, it wasn't about
cars, money or a new house.

She just wanted
to be able to live somewhere
where it was quiet,

calm and peaceful.

That was
a long time ago.

I remember when me and Midget
was just little kids.

We used to watch
his older brothers
go out and snatch a car...

just for joyrides
around the block.

[car alarm sounding]

We couldn't wait
'til it was our turn
to get behind the wheel.

[alarm stops,
engine starting]

It didn't matter
what it was.

I could've been
a Lexus, a Camry, a Ford.

Didn't matter.
It was all good.

[Radio announcer]
It's become a tradition in this
city of half a million souls.

The reasons are many.

But whatever the reasons,

Newark, New Jersey, has become
car-theft capital of the world.

On a nightly basis, you'll
find the streets alive...

with the sounds
of engines screaming...

and carloads of kids
in flashy imports...

racing down alley and avenues,
acting out their anger.

[Narrator]
By the time we got back
on Harpoon Ave.,

everybody had a ride.

Jamal, Ritchie, P-Nut,
Tiny Dime, everybody.

We was just out there
puttin' on a show.

Blowin' up the spot.

[indistinct chatter]

What's up?

[girls chattering]

You ain't called me.
What's up?

♪♪ [rap, lyrics indistinct]

♪♪ [continues]

♪♪ [continues]

[police sirens wailing]

♪ [rap]

[Narrator] It was
about 3:00 in the morning
when I hooked up with Ron Q.

We had nothing special in mind.
Just a stereo and a 440
under the hood.

She was live, right.Right.

Motherfuckers I hadn't seen in
years out there wreckin' shit.

Turned out phat,though.Hell, yeah.
Yeah.

You see the five-o.
Niggas is buggin'.

Tryin' to roll up on niggas
from all four sides and shit.

I definitely
had to bail out.

Motherfuckers
tried to roll up on me.

I had to show them motherfuckers
mad skills, boy.

Left them motherfuckers
in the dust.

[laughing]

[Officer]
Heads up, heads up, fellas.
Here we go.

You heard about
that nigga, Troy?What, that he got sent up?

Yo, that man
gonna do mad time, B.

[Officer]
Look lively, you're up.Let's get ready, guys.

[Officer]
Roscoe, that's your car.Motherfucker!

If I ever see another judge,
my ass is out. I might as well
start packin' it up.

Don't be sweatin' that.
It ain't no thing.

They send you up,
you do your time, that's all.

Front left.
Go!

[gunshot, tire blows]Oh, shit.
What the fuck was that, man?

[Ron Q]
Hold on.
Let me pull this shit over.

[Officer]
That's a bull's-eye, buddy.
[laughing]

[Officer]
One for the good guys.

[gunshot]Oh, shit!

[yelling]
Holy shit, man!

Oh, shit!Come on!

[sirens wailing]

Get up!I'm shot, yo.

They went up
on this street.

[Officer]
Get a light down there.

[Radio dispatcher]
Units 5 and 6, we have reports
of shots fired in your area.

Units 5 and 6,
please respond.

You all right, man?
You all right, right?

They shot me.
They goddamn shot me.We gotta go upstairs.

Look at this shit.
I'm fucked!

Aw, man, you got
to go upstairs, man.No, man, chill!

Come on, let's go upstairs, man.
Get real.No, shh, shh!

Come on, man!
Let's go! Get up, man!

Get up, man!
You got to go
to a hospital, man!

I can't.Where are
the keys at?

What the fuck
happened to you?They shot him, man.

Who shot him?
Who shot him?

Police.
The police!

For what?We was just walkin'.
We was just walkin'.

And they shot you
just for walkin'?

What the fuck!
[shouting]

Get him up!
Take him upstairs!

Get him--
pick him the fuck up!
Pick him up!

[Jay] They hit Ronnie
with something nasty.

He kept telling me
he didn't want to go upstairs,

'cause his moms would
kill him for gettin' shot.

[Radio announcer]
...the ongoing tensions between
police and Newark car thieves.

Last night
17-year-old Ronald Lambs was
shot and critically wounded...

while sitting
in a stolen car in Newark.

A police statement claimed
the officers were
fired upon first...

after they ordered
the youth to surrender.

There have been reports the car
belonged to a Newark policeman.

Many residents
in the area are convinced...

that the police shot Mr. Lambs
out of revenge.

No weapon has been found.

[indistinct chatter]

They was squattin' up there
waitin' for us.

I'm tellin you, man,
shots was goin' off,
glass was flyin'.

Shit hit the fan, man.
I'm tellin' you.

I don't know how my man got by.
They turned the nigga out.

Straight up cold.Them motherfuckin' police put
a bullet in that nigga's ass.

That's my man too. We need
to check that nigga out.

Let's check
that nigga out today.
You know what I'm sayin'?

I'll bring the buddha
and we'll get that nigga.

Look what they did to Pico.
Five-o put caps in that nigga's
back for no reason.

Hit my man with somethin' nasty.Black man.
Know what I'm sayin'?

Talking about my man had a gun.
My man ain't had no gun.
You know what I'm sayin'?

It's open season
on a black man out here,
I'm gonna tell you.

Fuck that "open season" shit.
You know what I'm sayin'?

Fuck that.
You gotta be quicker
than them motherfuckers.

You know what
I'm sayin'?

You're quicker
than a Smith & Wesson,
ain't you, motherfucker?

Fuck the motherfucker
Smith & Wesson.

'Bout time, we start
cappin' niggas anyway.
You know what I'm saying?

That's what
you're gonna do? I thought you knew.

My heart don't pump
no lemonade out.

[indistinct chatter]Yo, here come Coreen.

Hey. Yeah, yeah.

So come here
for a minute.

[indistinct chatter]

You go, girl.I'm talkin' to you.
Come here.

All right.

All right.

[Jay narrating]
Next day, they put on a little
show of their own for us.

Flexing their muscles.

Trying to let everybody know
who's in charge.

You're always coming around. It's like a little war we got
right here in our own backyard.

[Woman] Why don't you go back
to your own neighborhood? And there was always one...

who seemed to like his job
a little bit too much.

I know him.
Roll him.

Let me see his face.
Let me see his face.
Roll him.

What's goin' on, man?
Yo!

What the fuck
is wrong with you-all?Why you stressin' my man?

Yo, what's up with you police?

Why you pullin'
on him like that?

You-all like shootin'
people now, right?

Why don't you
shoot one of us?

[Officer]
We might.You might?

Yo, you're gonna have
to shoot us all, punk ass!

Sellout motherfucker.

[Officer on radio]
We're holding them now.
Please check for warrants.

I thought that they was gonna
snuff you or somethin'.

You know what's up
with him, right?

That nigga know he saw me.
Fuck it, man.

Put some money on it. That's
the motherfucker shot Ron.

[Jay] I hadn't seen my mom
since the day before.

What's up, Mama? So I knew
she'd be angry.

My little sister was good at
lettin' her know my business.

Now, sit down.

I didn't say go in there.
I said sit down.

What's up, Ma?Sit down.

What's up?What's up with you?

Don't eat all them.

I ain't."I ain't"?

I'm not, Ma.

You know Ronnie Lambs
in the hospital?

Yeah, I know.

You know what
happened to him?

Yeah, I know about that.

Of course you do.
Were you with him?

No, I wasn't with him.

Oh, you weren't there?

Then how you
know about it then?

He told me about it
last night.

Oh, you just
heard about it?

I heard about
something too.

These police aren't gonna
play with you anymore.

You know, they shot
that kid for no reason?

Oh, you need a reason
to get shot nowadays, Jason?

I don't think so.

Look at me.

I don't wanna get
that call, okay?

Now, you stay away from
those police, because they
will use their guns.

What the hell
happened to you?

You want something?

Nugget said you was with that
nigga when they shot him.

Fuck Nugget know?

You see that ring
he bought her?

Yeah, I saw it.

He better not
try and marry her.

He will.

- Well, I ain't livin' with him.
- Are you done already?

Am I done? You got
that magazine there actin' like
you can read or something.

Am I done?I can kick your little ass.
Go upstairs.

What's wrong with you?
Yeah, okay, whatever, Jason.

Fuckin' sticks and bones.
I'm about to break that ass.

[pounding]

Hello, young lady.
And what would your name be?

Ma!

[Radio dispatcher]
We have the description.

Plate number
Robert-Harvey-Thomas, 3-3-9.

Driver is a male black,
late teens.

Red hood, white pants.

Last seen in the vicinity
of North Bergen.

Did you know
he had stolen the car?

I knew
it wasn't Ron Q's.

Did he tell you
he had stolen it?

No, we was just ridin'.
If it was stolen, it was stolen.

Made no difference to you?

No.

Now, did you hear
any gunshots?

Yeah, I heard gunshots.

And how many
did you think you heard?

I didn't think.
I know I heard four shots.

Now, did you see
anybody shooting?

I mean, anybody actually
firing a weapon.Did I see the police shoot him?

Did you?

The police was
the only ones out there.

Was there a gun?
Who had the gun?

Ain't nobody had no guns.

What about Ronnie?

Ain't nobody had no guns.

You didn't see him with a gun
earlier in the evening?

No.

Were you with him
earlier in the evening?Yeah.

Well, no. I don't know.

I know ain't nobody had no gun,
and the police shot him.

But he might've had one
and not told you?

I can see what y'all want,
but ain't nobody had no guns.

That's all I got
to say about it.

Do you think
you can identify the officer
you saw firing his weapon?

[Jay] So they had me
in there all morning.

Asking me questions.

Talking like there's gonna be
an investigation or something.

Come on, man.
What they gonna do?

Lock up some cop for me?

[Man] Look at this brother.[Man]
You think he's sleeping, man?

My man ain't
even breathing, man.

Wake up. Hey, Ron.

This nigga's dead.
Word up, yo.

Nah, man.

I'm alive, motherfucker.
What you think, man?

Yo, how you feel, Q?
You feel all right?

Yeah, man, I'm all right.
I'm all right.

That shit hurt, Q?
I know that shit hurt.

It felt like a truck
or shit, man.

'Cept now they got me
on heroin or some shit.

[Man in cap]
You high as hell, right?

You know you made
the news, right?True.

Word up.

To tell you the truth,
I don't give fuck
about all that.

All I wanna do is get
the fuck out of here.

Straight up, B.

[Jay] My court dates
were so backed up that week,

I hardly had any time
left for school.

Sometimes you had to stand
around all morning
when you got there.

And you always
run into a familiar face.

[Judge] Okay, counsel.
I have to tell you.

I don't see any circumstances
in this particular case...

that would warrant me
to dismiss these charges.

Any other investigations
and pending legal action...

has no bearing on the charges
presented in this court.

Mr. Petty, you're now going
to see more of Mr. McHenry.

I sentence you
to two years probation.

If you come before me again,
I'll have no choice...

but to send you
to the Franklin James Burke
School For Boys.

Have you heard
about that institution?

Yes, sir.I thought so.

In a year, you'll have
the privileges of an adult.

Now, if you continue
on this trend,

I'll have no choice
but to sentence you
to serve time there.

Now, let me just add this.

I've seen far too many
young men such as yourself
come before me...

in these last 12 years
since I've had the privilege
of sitting at this bench.

Far too many young men.

Now, society tells us that
these young men are criminals,

hoodlums, animals.

What I see every day
are confused children...

trying to find their way
through a harsh and
unforgiving world.

[Jay]
Back at school, I had to wait
outside a half an hour...

because the metal detectors
weren't working.

Then somebody
pulled the fire alarm.

At that point,
I just called it a day.

So what are they doin'?Fuckin' with me.
Givin' me the runaround.

Police tried to smoke me.
Tryin' lock me up.

Well, you know it ain't
the first time.

You should see Ron Q.

You lucky you ain't in
the hospital right with him.

Lucky I ain't dead, man.
Fuck the hospital.

What's up?
What happened to you?

You stay away from them.

What's up, girl?Hey, Tiny.

How you doin'?Ain't nobody
avoiding you, Midget.

I'm sayin' in that top,
you got it goin' on.

Yeah, and you can't do
nothin' with it, Tiny.

I want to get
with you, girl.Stop playin' yourself.

Why don't you come
for a ride with us?I ain't goin' with you.

Come on, man.[Tiny]
Yo, I'm just sayin'--

I don't believe you're
gonna leave me for them.

[Tiny] I'll let you
sit on my lap.You comin'?

[Coreen] No. You're gonna
leave me and go with them?

[Tiny]
Motherfucker's in. I don't believe you.

Yo, Midget.

[Tiny] Midget,
get in the fuckin' car!

♪ [rap]

[indistinct chatter]

What's up? What's up?
Niggas comin' through, man.

What's up
with that party?

I understand, I understand.
This shit is butter.

You should've seen it.
You know what I'm sayin'?

This nigga was like,
yo, blam, blam, blam!

Hey, yo, five-o, you-all!Shit, five-o.

Fuck that shit.
Come on!

- [laughing]
- Asshole!

[tire blows]Yo, yo, yo.
Yo, what's up, man?

Yo, yo, Midget,
check that shit, man.

Shit!
Man, come on![sirens wailing]

Let's move!
Let's be out of here!

[Radio dispatcher]
They're on Grant
heading north.

[Jay]
Yo, yo, yo, look at Robert
playin' that shit for Bo.

What up, fools?

P-Nut in the house!What's up, baby?

Yo, what up, kid?

You can't drive.[Midget]
That boy ain't got no skills.

Can't drive.
Motherfucker can't drive.Can't drive, baby.

[Roscoe]
Okay, I've got a live one here.
Headin' south on 14th.

Gray Honda Accord.

[Radio dispatcher]
Roger. Do you have
plate ID on that?

[Roscoe]
All right, I'm comin' up.
Comin' up.

Plate A-G-B-8-3-2.

[Radio dispatcher]
Apple-Gary-Baker, 8-3-2.
I copy.

Oh, shit, we got fuckin'
five-o on our back! Come on.

All right, he's bailin'.
I'm goin', I'm goin'.

South on 14th.
South on 14th.[siren wailing]

- Yo, that's that Moscow cat.
- Be out, be out, be out!

[siren wailing]

[Tiny]
Sucker's stayin' on me.Shit.

[tires screeching]

[Radio dispatcher]
Unit 6 is in pursuit.

[laughing]

[honking]

Yo, yo, yo,
get down!

[Jay]
Go, go, go!

- Oh, shit!
- [tires screeching]

[yelling]

Yo, is that your
fuckin' brother, man? Huh?

[laughing][Midget]
Come on, come on!

Yo, be out, be out, man!

They're comin', man,
comin', man!

Shit, man!

[laughing][Midget]
Shit, motherfucker, man!

Ah, shit.

Goddamn.

[indistinct chatter]

You owe me money.
Come here.

Nah, nah, don't be tryin'
to pal me up, nigga.
Where my money?

What's up?This is not a fuckin'
drag strip, you understand?

This is my groove.
Don't fuck with
my groove, nigga!

I'm tired of you punks
comin' out with this bullshit.

This ain't
no fuckin' car race.

Take that shit back
to Avon Street, faggot!Let's bounce.

Yeah, bounce, motherfucker.
Bounce or getbounced, punk.

Broke-ass niggas!You watch yourself
and your trick-ass bitches.

Yeah, all right,
all right.

Why don't you get
a job, motherfucker?
Be all you can be.

♪ [hip-hop]

[indistinct chatter]

Bingo.

Yo, I'm going
to get the buddha.
Who's comin' with me?

[Midget]
We'll be right here, man.You gonna be here?

[Roscoe]
Okay, Phil, I got 'em...

in front of the Chinese joint
on South Towne.

Roger that.
I see 'em.

All right,
who got loot?

Come on, man.Here, here.

Five dollars?
What am I gonna get
with five dollars?

Fuck more you want?You all wanna get
the phillie?

Two of 'em.

Here, here.
Go feed your family
why you're at it.

You never got
no money, man.

You'll be here
when I get back, right?

[Midget]
Where we gonna go?Just be here, all right?

Five fuckin' dollars.
What the fuck is wrong
with this nigga?

[siren wailing]

Holy shit!

[Officer] What are you doin'?
Get out of the fuckin' car!

[car alarm]Freeze, motherfucker!

Fuck you, nigga! [sirens wailing]

[Officer]
Stay back!

Get them back.
Get back! Get 'em back!

Keep the fuck away!

[Roscoe]
Get them back.

[Roscoe]
Joe, get over here.

Come on.
Is he all right in there?

I'll call it in.
Get an ambulance down here.

[Radio dispatcher] Confirm
an ambulance to the corner of
North 8th and Ocean Avenue.

Damn!

What up?What up, you-all?

[Jay]
What's up, man.Chillin'.

Why'd you get out
of there so early?

I couldn't take lookin'
at him like that, man.
I couldn't.

I couldn't
see him like that, man.

You seen Tiny, man?
That shit ain't even
look like him, bro.

Word up.
No bullshit.Yo, what?

[Man]
I'm tellin' you--Why you buggin', man?

I ain't buggin',
I'm just sayin'--Show some respect, kid.

Man, his family
right here, man.

I got love
for the critter and all,
but he just looked messed up.

[Man]
Like he just--His people is out here, man.

Man, come on, man.

I'm just sayin'
he looked messed up.

I'm just sayin' he looked like
he got fucked up. Something's wrong with you.

Stop cursing out here.Something is
seriously wrong with you.

[Man] Hey, whatever.
I'm just sayin'--

[Jay]
Ritchie, what's your problem?
Here comes Tiny's mom.

[Coreen]
Oh, shi--

Don't worry about it, man.
Don't worry about it.

[Jay]
Shit don't make no sense, man.

We're gonna
miss you, Tiny.

They just don't give
a fuck about us, man.

That shit's gonna
come back around.

That's gonna
come back around.

Shit shouldn't
have happened, man.
Should not have happened.

[siren wailing]

What's up, man?

Don't move, kid.

What the fuck
is this, man?

Shit, man.

Let's go.

Fuck.

Yo, my man.

Y'all be the lucky one.

You're the wrong
black male.

Too bad too.

I was kinda lookin' forward to
spending a little time with you.

Maybe become friends.
You know what I mean?

These things
on kinda tight, huh?Yeah.

Usually you people start
hollerin' holy hell, huh?

Shit, look at that.

They cut through
your skinny little wrists.

Are you done, man?
Can I bounce?No, you can't bounce.

Let me ask you something.
You know what a grand jury is?

You ever hear of a grand jury?Nah, I don't know
what a grand jury is.

Well, when questions come--
and questions will come--

just remember who
your friends are, okay?

That's you, right?Yeah, that's right.
That's me.

Now I can bounce, man?Yeah, get out of here.

Hey, Jason.

Oh, shit, man.

That's so you stay the fuck away
from grand juries.

You've been fightin'
with somebody?No.

Somebody hit you there?No.

The bruise just didn't
crawl there on its own.How you know that?

Excuse me?

[sighs]

Slappin' me in the backseat
of the car, man.

Yeah, man.

Get out of the car and this
fool ass tried to snuff me, man.

Yeah.

- What's up, Clean?
- Yeah. Hold on.

- What's up?
- Your moms want me
to talk to you.

Yo. You're coming
over here, right?

Get off the phone.

Listen, I'll see you
when you get here.

What's up, man?
What you want?

- Your moms want me
to talk to you, man.
- About what?

We're not no fools.

We know all about you
and your boys and
your activities.

You ain't got to worry
about that, not even if
it was your business.

No, now it is my business.

I am makin' it my business.
You got a problem with that?

You're funny, man.No, I'm not funny
and I ain't laughin'.

This ain't no damn game.

I ain't playin' no game.I ain't either.

And if you think
you can live here,
run in and out as you please,

get locked up in and out
of jail all the time,

then you expect us
to come and get your ass out?

You got another
thing comin', man.

No, man, you can just stop
the bus right there, man.

I ain't tryin' to hear that.
I'm not tryin' to hear that.

Listen, man, I don't need
no daddy, all right?

I got my own life.
Just know that, all right? Yeah, right.

[honking horn]Yo, Jay!

What's up, nigga?

[Midget]
Hey, yo!

Come out here, boy.
What's up?

What up, man?There he go.
There's my boy.

Jay. Lookin' great.

Ah, get outta here.

What's up, man?What they do to you?

He snuffed me, man. Blindside.
Sucker, man. For real.

Yeah, I told you.

They tryin'
to lynch a black man.

I'm tellin' you, man. [Mother]
Jason!

Ah, shit, Ma is gonna
ding that ass.

- She's tripped up.
- [Mother] Kyle.

Get that car out of here,
or I'm gonna
call the police.

[Jay] Mom, I'm just
talkin' to them.

No, you can get inside!
And you, you can get the hell
out of here with the car too!

Can I chill with them
for a minute?

No, you're not
just chillin' with nobody!
I don't see you movin'!

Excuse me. Excuse me, Mom,
I'm talkin' to my friends.

Can I talk to my friends? No, you ain't talkin'
to no damn body!

Get inside, goddamn it!

You-all ain't
fuckin' goin' nowhere.
What's the matter with you?

- What's the matter--
- Oh!

Don't you ever use
that kind of language with me.

You still here?

Nah, nah, we out.Whatever, we out.

Whatever. Okay.[Midget]
Put some ice on that, baby.

We see you
on the block, baby.

[laughing]
Oh, shit.

You're worried about Roscoe?
You better be worried
about your mom.

[laughing]

[indistinct talking]

[Mother, boyfriend talking]

[Jay]
I crashed at Midget's crib
a couple times before.

It's all right when it's
just him and his grandmoms.

But when all his brothers are
out of jail at the same time,

House-motherfuckin'-rules! it's a different story.

All pushes go to the
motherfuckin' dealer.

Five-card Charlie
automatically wins.

Let me finish with the rules,
cause I don't wanna bust
your ass in your house.

And every time I win,
I fuck somebody
in your family.

Ah, shit, that ain't fair.
All your motherfuckin' family
up in Rahway.

[laughter] Look like a California raisin
with a T-shirt.

Look at these
motherfuckers.Yo, Mighty.

Yo, what up?Can you loan me
five dollars?

Who the fuck I look like?
I ain't got no money.

Man, the whole
motherfuckin' family broke.
Y'all motherfuckers just broke.

Didn't I tell you this
motherfucker look like Alien?

Yo, Wonder Woman called.
She wants her sweatpants back.
[laughing]

Yo, fuck you-all, man.

[Brother]
Ah, man, stop clownin'.
Who's these motherfuckers?

Yo, what the fuck
is this, man?

Auto--what?That's shit
I need for school.

You got to read this?

Think I'm gonna be
on the street with you
the rest of my life, man?

I don't know what you
be thinkin', man. Whatever.

Who you think you're
gonna be workin' for, man?

Some white motherfucker
driving a Lexus while your ass
is still taking the bus?

Yeah, man.
Can I put this here?

Yeah, right down there.

I seen one of them motherfuckers
just yesterday, man.

That motherfucker
popped the locks on his Benz
soon as he seen me coming.

I'm thinkin' "That motherfucker
don't even deserve that car."

You should've took it, man. I know, man.
I felt like it.

I know more about that car
than that old man did.

You know
everything, man.

That's the kind of motherfucker
you're gonna be working for.

And they're gonna be
making mad loot off
your sweat and your knowledge.

- What you doin', man?
- Say what?

- I'm lookin' for my scissors.
- In my bag you're looking
for your scissors?

- Nigga, I wasn't in your bag.
- You was in my bag, man.

I wasn't in your bag.
You calling me a liar,
black man?

Don't call me no
motherfuckin' liar, all right?

All right. Fuck you.
Just get out of here, man. Fuck you!

I'm lookin' for my shit,
and it was up in here.

All right. Just bounce.
Get out of here, man.

Punk-ass bitch!

What this nigga
think he doin'?

Oh, boy,
somethin' ain't right.

What's up, dude?What up?

Chillin'. What the fuck
is this you ridin' on?

It's little somethin'.Is this how you livin'?

What's up?
Why are you talkin' that shit?

Oh, shit. Look at
this motherfucker.

You walkin', motherfucker.
Don't see you ridin'.

I wouldn't ride
this bullshit.
[laughing]

What's up, man?
You can haul ass.

Out here slingin'
your thing, man.
Who you out here slinging' for?

What you say?
This nigga.

What's up?
You know what I'm sayin'?

I gots to get mines, nigga.
You know what I'm sayin'?

Motherfucker,
get a real job.

Get out of here. You niggas
don't know what's up.

You know what I'm sayin'?
I gots to get mine.

Bullshit. You know
what I'm sayin'?

[gunshots]

[indistinct chattering]

[indistinct comment]

Where we at, man?That's a good question.

Where the fuck are we?
What the fuck are we
looking for anyway?

This nigga
he got us out here--

Yo, yo, yo,
there you go.

Yeah, there it is.
Right there.

[Ritchie]
Oh, no. No, you ain't.

You ain't gonna get
no money for no cop car.

It ain't about the money,
you ignorant motherfucker.

[Ritchie]
Hurry up.

Yo, man, fuck that.
Let me drive this motherfucker.

It's why these motherfuckers
can't catch us.I'll make this shit go.

You motherfuckers want me
to make this shit go?

Go, motherfucker.
Don't talk about it.
Be about it.

All right. Motherfuckers,
get the fuck out of my way
right the fuck now.

[siren wailing]

Come on. Ah, shit.
There you go.

Get the fuck
out of my way.

[Midget]
Shit. Yo, yo, check this out.
Look at these motherfuckers.

Ah, you gonna mess
with them critters?

I'm gonna fuck
with these motherfuckers.
All right, watch.

Check this out.
Check this shit out.

[siren chirps] [Ritchie]
Get on the speaker.

[loudspeaker]
All right, pal.
Pull it over.

Pull it over.

[Midget]
Watch this.

[laughing]

I see those beers there.
Don't try to throw them out now.

It's too late. All right, guys,
put your motherfuckin' hands
in the air.

[laughing]

Get 'em in the air.
Now, damn it, now!

You, driver, step away
from the car, please.

Step away
from the car.

Come on, come on. That's it.
Come on out. Come on out.

Don't look at me.
What are you looking at?
Get your hands up now!

Look like they're
from Happy Daysand shit.

Okay, all of you,
get out of the car.

Come on. Get those
hands in the air!

Reach for the sky, bucko!

Oh, shit!

Hey, hey, hey!
Put that beer down.

Get those hands in the air now.
Get 'em up! Up!

You guys are in
a whole heap of trouble.

Put your hands on the car now.
Put 'em on the car! Come on.

Okay, okay.

You have the right to be stupid
and geek motherfuckers.

[laughing]

Okay, guys. Carry on.
Have a nice day.

Stupid motherfuckers.
[laughing]

Look, baby, you ain't got
nothing to worry about here.

Look, you don't need
to be chasin' after the boy.

I'd give him some room
if I was you.

- Where you goin'?
- I'm going to get
something to drink.

No, no, no.
Go back to your room.
I'll bring it to you.

See, ma?
That's what I'm talkin' about.

Every time I want
to do something, you gotta
be all in my business.

Every time Jason does something,
it's okay.

He's out on the street
doing whatever and you
don't know where he is.

Do you?Jackie, shut up
and go back to your room.

Why do I have to go to my room?
I'm the good one.

- Shut up.
- I'm the one in the house.
I'm always in my room.

If you look for me,
I'm in my room 24/7.

Anybody want Jackie,
Jackie's in her room.

You bitchin'.

You crazy?
That's my dough, man.
I did the locks.

[arguing continues]

Yo, yo,
crazy nigga's down. What up, what up?

What's up, man?
Is y'all niggas crazy, man?

Is y'all motherfuckers crazy?What you talkin' about?

I'm talkin' about
boostin' that cop car, kid.

Don't act like you
ain't know, motherfuckers.

Who told you that?Tell this motherfucker.

That big-head nigga
Ritchie told us.

Ritchie been talkin'
mad shit. Mad shit.

That's all right, though.
We still cool.

We cool, but you all gots
to watch the fuck out...

if you gonna play
that rebel outlaw shit.

You know what I'm sayin'?
Rebel outlaw motherfuckers.

We see y'all niggas.
Peace out, baby.

Let's bounce, man.
Chill, yo.

[Jay] I told you
that nigga had a big mouth.

[Midget] I'm gonna tell
that motherfucker myself.

Still fuckin' with
these toy-ass niggas.

I'm sayin, man--Oh, shit!

What the fuck
is this, man?

Freeze, motherfucker!
Hands! Let me see your hands!

Get out of the car!Shut the fuckin' car off!
Get out and eat dirt!

Get on the fuckin' ground!
All right, down on the ground!

Eat some fuckin' dirt,
peckerhead!

Get up, fat boy!

Let's go. Come on.
All right, let's go.

There's the big guy.
There he is.

You fuckin' like takin'
cop cars, huh?

Get in the car.Get the fuck in the car!

[Radio announcer]
Police in Newark were out
in full force today...

rounding up
suspected car thieves.

Next time you fuck with me,
I'll blow your fuckin' head off.

They were trying
to find out just who it was...

that stole one of their
cruisers the night before last.

Word up, man!
I know my rights!

Yo, I want
my fuckin' lawyer now!

Down the stairs!

Come on now!

I want my motherfuckin'
phone call so I can have
my lawyer here!

[Officer]
Listen, let's keep it down.
Let's try to keep it down.

We'll get this over with
as quickly as possible.

Don't worry about it?
Listen.

Cooperate with me, and we're
out of here a little sooner
than a little later.

Let's start with you.

Can you hurry
this up, man?What's your name?

Deez.Deez what?

Deez Nuts, man.
Spelled, N-U-T--

Thank you very much
for your cooperation.
Thank you very much.

You look a little brighter
to me, son.

Let's not play any games.
What's your name?Yo, Charles.

Charles what?Charles Manson.

Game player, huh?

That's what you like to do?
Waste time?

'Cause that's all this is,
I can ID you in a second.
All it is is a pain in my ass.

Tommy, ring a bell?They all look
the same to me.

Richie,
he look familiar? Never seen him.

Why do you want to play
like that, my friend, huh?

All I did is
ask you your name.

Do you want
to play games?

All right,

we'll play games.

Play my game.

Have a nice day.

Ha-ha.

[officers laughing]

What's up?
Why you gotta fuck--

I want a fuckin' lawyer.
Get the fuck off me!

[Roscoe]
Hey, sarge, do me a favor.

Give this to Lenny.
I left it here the other day.All right.

Listen, Roc.
You may recognize
this package in the back.

Hey, hey!
Look who it is.

My little man.

What's up
with you, man?

What's this?
You've been tellin' us lies?

Hey,

you have any idea how much
trouble you're in? Hmm?

I mean, has anyone
come by and told you...

how much trouble
you're in, huh?

You gonna tell me,
right?

Yeah, I'm gonna
tell you.

Want some?

[sighs]

Come on, man.
Come on.

Come on, man.
What's that, man?

That's what that is.
You know what
your problem is?

I'm gonna tell you
what your problem is.

You got nobody
watchin' your back now.
That's your problem.

And that's not good.
Not fuckin' good.

Because anything, anything
can happen in this big,
bad motherfuckin' world.

So when people come around
and start asking you
all kinds of questions...

about a fuckin' grand jury
and shit like that,
you got remember one thing.

And what is that, huh?
What is that one thing?

Come on. Tell me.
What is that one thing, huh?

Sorry.
I didn't hear you.

Fuck you, man.

Keep in touch, kid.

Damn.

Another day in jail?

What?

You spend another night
in that place?

Where you hear that?

I got my connections.

Oh, you do?

I'd like to think I can find out
when I got a son in jail.

It wasn't that. They just
bagged a whole bunch of us
just for show.

Except they added another
court date to your collection.

They told you that?They sure did.

It don't mean nothin'.
It don't mean nothin'.

Doesn't mean anything.

Have you kept
your word, Jason?

Have you?

Have you been goin'
to school?

I can't hear you.
Have you?

Look, this is not what I had
in mind for my family, okay?

Yo, what up, girl? What up, Midget?

What you doin'?

Nothin'. What you doin'?

Yo, I'm on the road,
you know.

Why don't you come
take a ride with me?With you?

Yeah, with me.

What do I look like?
Ridin' with you?

Why, what's up?
What's up?

I ain't gettin'
in no stolen car--That ain't no stolen car.

That's my car.You still think you can
lie to me and tell me anything.

That ain't no stolen car?
Boy, please.

Yo, what's up?

I wanna get back up with that.
You know what I'm sayin'?

I know you ain't
sayin' that.

I know you ain't
sayin' that.

What are you
talkin' about, Midget?You know what I'm talkin' about.

That was a long time ago, Kyle.

I like when you say
my name like that.

Well, I'm sorry.

Yeah, all right.

[car horn honking]

Yo, what up, what up?

So don't you think
you should go with your boys?

Nah.

You know, you're
still beautiful, you know.

You got my heart
whenever you want it.

See you later, Midget.

All right.

Yo, I'm out.

[chattering]

[tires squealing]

Get your ass over here,
motherfucker! Yo!

♪ [rap][shouting continues]

Hold it, hold it, hold it!
Look, Jackie! Jackie!

Man, what you
doin' in here?

What you doin'
in here?

Come on. Get out. [mumbling]

Hey, what you doin'? [Man] You act like it's
my fault she in here!

Would you mind your
business, please?Come on. Get out.

What, Jack!
Don't get out!

Man, girl,
fuck that nigga!Come on.

What, Jackie!

What you in here for?
What you doin'?You not my father, okay?

Why you stressing out?I'm not stressing!

You just mad because I got
a better ride than you.

Next time I catch you
in another stolen car, I'm
gonna make it my business.

Just go home. Go!Yeah, whatever. Don't touch me
when you on the street!

See ya! Take that
thataway, outta here![jeering]

Go ahead!All of you, just go on!

Goddamn!

[jeering]

Shut the fuck up.

This kid is not walkin' home,
you know what I'm saying?

Yeah, right here--Yeah, whoa, whoa!

It's that
nigga Roscoe.

Yo, what's up?

Hey, little brother!
What's happening, baby?

Fuck you lookin'
at me for? How you feelin', man?

I got five here
who match the descrip--

- Aw, shit.
- So, what's up?
You want some of this?

-Want some of what? What's that?
-You want some of this here?

- Yeah, some of this!
- Oh!

[shouting]

[laughing]
Man, what made you do it?
I'm glad you did it!

That was the one!Yo, I know that shit.

I'm telling you,
he was tryin' to hit me off!

Yo, I hate those
motherfuckers, man!

Excuse me.

Can I ask you fellas
what you're doin' over here? [Dispatcher speaking]

- You're drinkin'?
- We ain't doin' nothin'.

Oh, shit. We goin' home.Could you pour it out
for me, please?

I ain't got nothin'.Shut up. I'm not going
to say it to you again.

Ah, come on, man! Pour it out.

Don't pour
that shit out!Fuck her, man!

What did you say?I didn't say nothin'. Listen,
you let me pour this out.

Can I ask you
to repeat yourself?

Listen, I ain't say nothin'.
You want me to drop this?Would you repeat yourself?

[siren wailing]What did you say?

You done call backup
on us, huh, bitch.

[glass breaking]

[siren wailing]

Grab him!

[crashing, rattling]

[coughing]

Somebody lose this?

[laughing]
Yeah.

Hey! Save anything for me?

[gasping]

[chuckling]

[glass rattling]

Shit.

Shit.

Ahh.

What's up?

What's up?What's up?

What's up?What's goin' on?

You all right?
You all right?Hell, yeah.

Son, we fuckin' left
them niggas. We was elegant!

Y'all sit there
for five minutes.

That shit
was like five seconds.

Hey, son, what you gonna
do with that, son?

Yo, I'm sayin'--The track stage
is right there.

[chattering]

[no audible dialogue]

[gunshot]Shit!
What you doin'?

What's wrong
with this kid?

[all chattering]

You're crazy, man!
You are trigger-happy!

You got to chill with that.

Yo, put that
gun away, man.♪ [rap]

It ain't gonna
bite ya, man. Chill.

Better put that
shit away, man.

You know, shootin' at cops,
shootin' at cops ain't all good.

It ain't all good.That shit ain't
no thing, man.

Be right back.

[machinery rattling, humming]

[Woman over P.A.] Chet,
your car's in the driveway.
You need to move it, please.

Yo, my man!

Why you bring
that car in here?Do what?

Did I tell ya not to come
on my property with no rides
unless you call me first?

Your phone was busy,
all right?Did I tell you that?

Don't put your
hands on me, man.Excuse me! Excuse me!

I don't need any
fools on my property!
Can you understand that?

You say you have
something for me, though.

No, wrong! You told meyou
had something for me, okay?

You wanna do
yourself a favor?
You wanna do me a favor?

Go and get me
something to look at.
Don't be bringing no shit--

That shit looked--Don't bring no shit-box
you're usin' for joyrides.

I don't need them. Okay?

Now go on the street
and earn some money.

Man, fuck you!Do what I tell ya!

Earn it for a change!

We in there?We in there, son.

You're sure we in it?What I say, man?

We in there.
We got the money.Yo, we in there, man!

We hook?Yeah, we hook.

Y'all, come on
over here now.Stop running.

[Jay] Let's hold on
and wait, man.

All right, man.
Yo, where we at, man?

What's up?Yo, chill, chill, chill!

Let's go home, man!
Been ridin' all day. I'm tired.

Yo, what?You see that right there?

- [Midget] You're dead.
- [Jay] What you talking
'bout? That Lexus?

I don't wanna
deal with that, kid.

Hey, man, leave him!

I should follow the guy.

Let it bounce.No, I'm takin' that shit.

What the fuck you doin'?

Yo, I'm takin'
that shit.What? What the fuck you--

My man, let's talk
for a minute! Yo-yo!

Come here!Fuckin' dumb!

Don't fuck with me!
Get the fuck outta here!Hey! Come on!

[people shouting][Man]
He's stealing his car!

Okay, okay. Shit!

[Midget whooping,
people shouting]

Shit, what the fuck
are you doin'?
Man, what you doin'?

You piece of shit, come here!
Come here, goddamn it!

Son of a bitch!

[tires squealing]

Yo, Grammy, close this up
like this, you know?

You don't gonna
catch a cold.

Can't have you
leaving me, too,
you know what I'm sayin'?

Lemme get this.

Here, eat your carrots.

Go ahead, go ahead,
go ahead.

Take some.

What's up, man?

Yo, what's up, man?

Yo, where you
been at?

Are you fuckin'
with me, man?

Watch your mouth!
Can't you see what
I'm doin' here?

What you think? Just tell me
what you was thinkin', man.

Yo.

I told you I was gonna
make my move, all right?

I'm sayin', you was gonna
just leave me out there?
What's in your head?

I did what I had to do.
I got bills to pay.

Oh, you did
what you had to do.

I told you
I was gonna make a move.
I did what I had to do!

I got bills, kid!I'm your right-hand man.
This is me, man!

- You ain't tell me nothin'!
- I ain't waitin' around
for you to catch up with me.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Playin' me, man!
You playin' me, man! All right.

All right.

Yo, man, I hope you got
your money's worth.

Boy, I hope you got
your money's worth.You know I did, motherfucker.

Excuse me, Grandma.

Eat that right there.
Eat your carrots.

♪ [rap][chattering]

Just 'cause your man
is trying to get between
his homies and all that--

What a bod.Up in that party!

What, I met this guy
with a BMW named Sean.

Girlfriend,
he was too fine!

What! I know--Can I talk to you
for a minute?

Talk for a minute.[chattering]

Come on. Stop playin'.
Can I speak to you?You're pulling on my clothes!

I asked you
not to come here.You're embarrassin' me!

Why are you here?I'm chillin' with my friends.
Is that all right?

You know how Mommy is,
and you're blowing the spot up.

I know how Mommy is, and
she ain't sayin' nothing!
You blowin' the spot up!

You gotta stop this.
I'm doin' this shit for you!

You know what--Come here.
You're gonna go home!

What's up, my own?I asked you not to deal
with my sister, man!

Just chill!Yo, my own, chill out!

Chill out, man!I'm telling you,
why you in my business?

This ain't no
business of yours!Hit that nigga, man!

Get the fuck out
of my face.I ain't in your face.

[Jackie] Shut up!
Mind your business!Nigga, fuck you.

Yo! What the h--
you're--

[Jackie]
Jason! Jason!

[crowd shouting] [Jackie]
Jason!

[crowd shouting]

You almost made
a big fuckin' mistake!

Fuck that shit, man.You're stupid.

I told you...No, I fucked up--

Guys. 207.

Afternoon, ma'am.

My name's Lieutenant Roscoe.
How are you?Fine.

Would you mind if I ask you
a couple questions?Why?

Would you mind telling us
what your last name is?Petty.

Petty. Are you
Jason Petty's mom?Yeah!

Does he live
here with ya?Yeah, he lives here.

Is he here now?No, he's not here now.

We just have a couple
questions for him.Uh-huh.

Leap from around the way,
you know what I'm sayin'?

You want me to let 'em
bring it to me?

Nah, but I need to smooth
that shit out now.

You ain't
got to do that.Nah, I do.

Don't do that.Nah, I do.
I'm telling you.

I told you that nigga
my people, kid!

Fuck these niggas, man!
Straight up and down!All right.

What's the matter
with you?What you talkin' about?

You gonna stand
in my face and lie to me?
They came to my damn house.

What you talking about?You know what they
gonna do to you?

They gonna lock your nigga
ass up and throw away the key!

Why you
blowin' up the spot?Shut up!

Oh!What you laughing at,
with your bald-headed ass?

Through with you!Why you coming down here
blowin' the spot up?

[laughing]
Oh, shit!

God!Yo, your moms
is crazy--

Why you laughing at my moms?Nah, I'm not
laughing at your--

Why you laughing at my moms?I'm not laughing
at your moms!

[Midget laughing]
Oh, she need to get
her oil checked!

I told you,
them shits don't work.

Oh, shit, yo.Hey, you!

Come over here!I ain't going
nowhere, man!

Yo, I live here. What's up?
I ain't going nowhere!

[Jay] It was startin'
to feel like the walls
was closin' in on me.

You keep running forever,
you run out of places to go.

Yo, Jay!

Let me talk to you
for a second, man. C'mere.
I wanna talk to you!

[gunshots continue]

[coughing, gasping]

[P-Nut]
Fuck that shit.
Yo, clean.

I'm saying, what's up?
You gonna pop that nigga, right?

I hope so, 'cause, yo, he did
try to decapitate your ass!

[laughing]Fuck you.
I got this.

My man was, like--
[imitates gunshot]

He almost took
your ass out.

Fuck you laughing at, man?

Shit funny to you, right?
Shit funny.

I ain't--
I ain't laughing!

He almost had you!Motherfucker. You tryin'
to trip on me, man?

Oh, yeah-- Fuck you, man!

What's up? Why you
gotta take it there?

I can take it where
the fuck I wanna take it,

For bouncing on me in the
parking lot and all that shit!

That ain't got nothing
to do with it! That's my problem with you!

Now you're tryin' to instigate
some Ritchie shit, man?

If that's what you want,
let's go get it, man!

Let's bring it to this nigga.
That's what you want?

Fuck it, man,
let's go make it real
for this nigga.

I'm dodging bullets and all
this shit! Man, you jokin'?

Some crap friends, man!

Crap friends.

[laughing]

That shit is cream.

That is a phatride.
Right, clean?

[Midget]
We gonna make mad loot
off this motherfucker.

[P-Nut]
Fuck the dough, nigga.
We keepin' this motherfucker.

Come on, yo!

Why we coming here, man?[P-Nut]
We coming here for the shit!

Will you shut up! [car alarm wailing]

Fuck you. I got shit
on my mind. I didn't
come here for this shit!

Come on,
come on, come on!Don't rush me, man!

[alarm continues] [Midget] This shit
got my name on it.

Motherfuckers is crazy, man.

I got this!
One more!Come on!

[alarm continues] [Radio dispatcher speaking]

[Man] Look at 'em,
look at 'em, look at 'em.

Just like fuckin' candy
over there, huh?

Fuckin' mutts. [alarm continues]

[Midget]
Come on. Hurry up, man!

Move outta my fuckin' face,
'cause I'm 'bout
to get this shit!

- Come on, man!
- Chill, motherfucker!

[clattering] [alarm shuts off]

[Radio dispatcher speaking]

[Police officer]
Hey, don't fuckin' move!

Freeze! Let me see 'em!
Let me see 'em!

Outta the car, you!
Outta the car!Hey!

Don't fuckin' move, asshole!
Don't even fuckin' think
about it, you hear me?

[siren wailing]Freeze!
Freeze!

- [Man] He's gettin' away!
- Get your fuckin' hand back!
Put it down!

[shouting continues]

[Roscoe]
Hold your fire!
Hold your fire!

Turn around! Turn around
and get the fuck on the car!

Turn the fuck around!

Get up against here.
You like runnin'
over cops, you fuck?

You're goin' away! You hear
me, motherfucker? Away!

You tell all your little friends
what happens to people...

who like to run over
fuckin' cops! [siren chirps]

Hey, my man.
You're outta luck this time.

I gotcha cold.

You look good on video,
you know that, kid?

[laughing]

[siren blaring]

[News announcer]
Outrage in Newark tonight,
as angry residents...

took to the streets after a
16-year-old suspected car thief
was shot and killed by police.

This after he allegedly tried
to run down an officer
in a stolen car.

After news of the shooting
spread, angry residents
overturned cars...

and showered the cops
with rocks and bottles--

[crowd shouting] [heart monitor beeping]

How ya doin', Bill?Hey, Brian.
How's the kid?

Great.

[door slams]

[Jay]
That's how they got me.

It was the one time
I didn't run.

I just got tired of runnin'.

Somethin' had to change.

So be it.

I'll take the time
they gave me.

I can handle it.

[men talking]

'Sup?What's up, kid?

What's up, nigga?What's up?

You didn't hear
about your man?

What man?
What you talking about?Your man, Midget.

What the fuck you talkin' about?

It's like you
ain't hearing me.

You deaf, motherfucker?

You trying to bring it to me
or something, man? What's up?

I got what you want, nigga!
What's up?

You better say good-bye
to your man Midget.

All right.

[Rene]
You doin' okay?
[Jay]
I'm doin' all right.

You know, I was wondering
when I'd be taking this drive.

We coulda talked over the phone,
but, uh, it's kinda hard
to get to the phone.

[laughing]
Yeah, I bet.

I don't mind driving up here.
You're not gonna get rid
of me that easy.

Yeah.
You brought me something?

What, I'm not enough?

Come on, Ma. I know
you brought me something.You do?

[chuckling]Wait. Let me
get this straight.

I'm supposed to go
shopping for you now?
It is funny, isn't it?

You the one in jail!

Well, I'll be out of here
in a little while. Okay?

I know. And then what?

Then what? I don't know.
School, I suppose.

I don't know.
But then after that, what?

Look, we'll find you
something, okay?

I hope so.
It ain't nothin' out there.

You know, I--Come on.
Don't talk like that.

There's nothin'
out there, Ma.

What's all the more,
I just feel--
I feel terrible. I mean--

[sighing]
I feel like I let you down.

I disappointed you.No, no, you didn't
let me down.

This thing with Lionel--You didn't let me down.

I know I did, Ma.We gonna make it.

We gonna make it.

I don't care
what it look like,
we gonna make it.

You hear me?
You be strong.

Be strong, okay?

[Guard]
Time's up, Petty.

I love you.We gotta go, Ma.

I'll be back
really soon, okay?

[whispering]
I love you.I love you too.

[Guard]
Petty, time's up. Let's go.

All right, come on.
Let's go.

Callin' us.I know.

[News announcer]
In Newark today,
investigators are hoping...

[heart monitor beeping] to uncover some more clues
in the shooting...

of 17-year-old
Ronald Lambs.

He was allegedly shot by police
a month ago here in Newark.

At 9:00 this morning, the first
witnesses were brought in...

to testify
before a grand jury.

[Jay]
Ronnie was still
in the hospital...

when they finally brought me in
on that grand jury.

So much has happened
since then, [door slamming]

it was like talking
about ancient history.

No way could you
bring any of it back.

There has been lots of
speculation

since 17-year-old
Ronald Lambs was shot
last month.

He was critically wounded
here in Newark after
stepping out of a stolen car...

that apparently belonged
to one of the officers
involved in the shooting.

Oh! That's that beast
that bagged me, man!
Check this nigga!

[Man] That's the nigga
that bagged me too!

[News announcer] The officer
has admitted that there was
some wrongdoing on his part.

He has admitted that
he was not correct--

Shit was real, boy!
You're comin' home, boy!

The officers involved
have been suspended from duty
pending an investigation.

And one officer, Emil Roscoe
of Glen Ridge, is now facing
criminal charges.

Oh, it's the bomb, son!
Faggot motherfucker!

[laughing]
You! I missed you!

Man, how ya doin'?Oh, I'm so glad to see you!
I missed you!

- You look good, man!
- Youlook good!

Look at you! You got
your weight up in there.

Just so stupid!
If you wouldn't have been
in in the first place!

You shouldn't
have been there!Aw, come on, man!

You gonna take me
to go find Midget?

You know, he's
up there on Avon.

He didn't even come see me
once in that joint.

I know you wasn't
looking for that nigga
to come up there.

♪ [rap]I said, "What you got
up in there, yo?"

He's like, "I ain't got--"
so I bam, bam!

I hit that
mo'fucker, yo!

What's up, man?
Where you been at, yo?

I been waiting
for you, kid!

You couldn't
come see me, man?

Come on, man!
Yo, why I wanna come
see you up in there, man?

You know that shit
depress the hell
outta me, yo!

I'm your right-hand man!
You gonna leave me to rot?Yo, come on, man! What's up?

Not even once, man!Yo, come on, man! Yo!

Yo, so how you do
up in there, son?
You do all right?

Did all right.
You know, represented.

But yo, I heard
you was crazy out here.

Shit's been hectic
around here, yo.

They been lockin'
everybody up
in the small bunk.

Ever since that night that
they took out P-Nut, man--

Shit's been
gettin' real, yo.Shit crazy?

Yeah. Yeah, I know.Yeah, I know
how that is.

Know how that flow.Yo, they still ain't figured out
a way to catch your man!

[Man]
Let's go, yo!

Yo, I'm gonna get up
with these kids, man.

It's time you
started thinking 'bout
what you gonna do!

You know
what I'm saying? Come on, man. Let's go!

[horn honking]Been thinking about that
for the past three months.

You don't need to be
around here, man.

You got a big old life
to lead, you know?

Fuck the negativity. Man, let's go!

You gonna get
with them, or what?

Yeah, I'm gonna get up
with them, yo. [horn honking]

We gonna be at the park.
What you gonna do?I might roll through.

Well, get up later, man! Come on, man!

Man, let's go!

All right, man.
Yo, hold up, man!

Stay real, kid!

Coreen, I been thinkin'.

I been away for a little while,
like 90 days!

What you been doin'
while I was gone?

You know what I been doin'
all the time you been
talkin' to me. You know.

I'm sayin', what you think
of our friendship?

What you mean,
"our friendship"?

- Bitch, get out the car!
- Get out the car, nigga!
You think I'm bullshittin'?

Get outta the car! Get out!

Yeah, nigga,
I should clap your ass!

[Man #2]
Get your ass
up out the car!

My mother's fuckin' car!
You shit! No!

Don't fuck with me!
That's my mother's car!

Damn!

Jason, I knew
I shouldn't have--What happened?

Fuck you, Jason!
I should have never went
with you in the first place!

They jacked
your shit, right?That was my mother's car!

Let's go get that shit! Fuck you, Midget!
I don't need your help!

Fuck it. I ain't even
gonna try to help you![sirens wailing]

Let's go get that shit!What you doin', man?

Yo, what's up, man?
What you gonna do?Do 'bout what?

Just chill!You mind
your fuckin' business!

You gonna
roll with me?Don't go there, man!

You got your hand
in my face now, right?Just chill!

You got something
to say to me?

Say it to me!
What? What? What, man?

Good, man. I like that.
Good to see you there, son!

Pardon me, Coreen.
My bad.

All right. Yo.

Welcome home, black.

I'm out.

Leave me alone!
Leave me alone. [car door slamming]

All y'all,
just leave me alone!

[engine starting]

Welcome home!

[Man] Yo, man, why don't you
turn the radio on, nigga?

Fuck the radio. Some fuckin' sounds
or somethin', man!

Check this, check this.

♪ [rap]

[laughing]

[all chattering]

That's my man, yo!

[indistinct comment]

[siren wailing]

Oh, shit.

I'm gonna show you how
to escape the motherfuckers!

[Man]
Nigga, do your shit!

Yo, let's go, son!
Get outta here!

[siren continues]

[shouting continues]

[Dispatcher,
officers on radio]

[Dispatcher]
...unit needs assistance
at the Williamsburg Bridge.

They need assistance
for transport to Bellevue.

[radio transmission continues]

[News reporter]
In the news tonight,
a high-speed chase...

from Newark to Hillvale,
New Jersey, turned deadly...

after police opened fire
on a stolen van
filled mostly with teenagers.

The chase began in Newark
after police officers
spotted a van...

which had been stolen
at gunpoint a day earlier.

The van took off
at high speed.

Newark police
followed it to Hillvale.

At a bridge on North
Brown Street, a police car
blocked the van's path,

but the driver
did not stop.

What happened next is unclear.

Police won't give details
until their investigation
is complete, but they say...

some 30 shots
were fired at the van.

When it was over, two people
were dead, and three others
had been hit by gunfire.

One of the dead was
a pregnant teenage girl.

In all, six people
were in the van.

Police also say they found
a starter's pistol
on the floor of the van.

It was not, however, the weapon
used when the van was stolen.

Police are preparing
a long list of charges now.

[Man]
At this point, I guess
some of them will be...

armed robbery, conspiracy
to commit robbery, auto theft,

aggravated assault on police
officers, eluding police
and resisting arrest.

What's up, nigga?What's up, nigga?

[laughing]

[Jay] I guess
the house is quiet now.

And up and down the block,
you don't see anybody anymore.

It's almost like
we were never there.

We was just tryin'
to make our mark in the world--

find something
we can call our own.

And if I've changed at all,

it's only because
I've seen too much.

It's only because my life
can't go back the way it was.

Even if I wanted to...

there's no goin' back.

♪♪ [rap]