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- [Podcast Host] It's an age old question, ladies.

Why do good girls fall for the bad guys?

Is it something addictive in that toxic eggplant?

'Cause it always has the girlies hooked.

Tonight's late night storytime is from a listener

who says her story is a perfect example

of how a bad boy with a heart of gold

turned her world upside down.

♪ Do it no effort ♪

♪ Applying pressure ♪

♪ On a new level ♪

♪ Applying pressure ♪

♪ Who do it better ♪

♪ Who do it better ♪

♪ Aye, I'm young, fly, flashy, do it no effort ♪

♪ I'm down for whatever ♪

♪ You don't want no pressure ♪

♪ I'm on a new level ♪

♪ Applying pressure ♪

♪ Who do it better ♪

♪ Who do it better ♪

♪ Aye, I'm young, fly, flashy, do it no effort ♪

♪ I'm down for whatever ♪

♪ You don't want no pressure ♪

♪ You don't really want no pressure ♪

♪ We want all the smoke ♪

♪ We want all the smoke ♪

♪ You know I'm trained to go ♪

♪ Down bad, but I had to level up ♪

♪ I remember when I didn't have much ♪

♪ Back when I had reduced lunch ♪

♪ Now it's first place, never runner up ♪

♪ Mad scientist with the cook up ♪

♪ Holler at me, I got the hook up ♪

♪ I'mma real no limit soldier ♪

♪ You can get clapped like Nolia ♪

♪ I know you heard of me ♪

♪ I am the goat not the prodigy ♪

♪ I got some real ones that vouch for me ♪

- You got a problem, motherfucker?

- I ain't got no problem.

Matter of fact, nigga, I do got a problem.

You and that stupid ass outfit you got on.

- How about you turn down that music

before I take you in for disturbing the peace.

- We ain't disturbing shit.

We minding our damn business.

Y'all motherfuckers disturbing us.

- You know what that bandana mean, asshole.

You're from South Side Mob ain't you?

- Mob business all day, ho ass nigga.

- Who the fuck you talking to?

- Robertson, relax!

- Hey!

Get in the car, drive the fuck off

before this shit go left.

- Man, nigga we waiting on somebody.

We'll leave when the fuck we feel like it.

- See.

That's what irritates me

about you soft ass gangbangers nowadays.

Y'all really think y'all run some shit out here.

When in reality, you only do what we let you do.

And the minute we want you off of these streets?

Poof.

You're gone.

- Bitch ass coon.

The day you try to take me out of these streets?

Nigga, you gonna have to kill me.

- If that's how you want it.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Everybody relax!

Man, calm down, we finna go, Conley.

Relax, man, there's kids out here.

- Man, fuck this nigga, Bino!

He ain't own shit!

Nigga, you ain't scaring shit!

You always fucking with us.

- You better listen to your boy.

'Cause it seem like he the only one

with some good sense out here.

- Crazy thing is, y'all motherfuckers just like us.

We a gang.

Y'all a motherfucker gang.

- Hey, Murk, let's go!

Cuz, this shit ain't worth it.

Come on, man, let's roll, man.

We bullshit.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

- I'mma catch you without that badge one day.

Then I'mma see what the fuck you thought.

- And I'll be waiting on that day, bitch.

- [Bino] We good.

(car starts)

(action news music)

- [News Anchor] And in other news, the Fulton County police

say their number one priority for this fiscal year

is the neutralization of the South Side Mob.

The criminal organization has a citywide membership

in the thousands and is expected to be behind

a rash of celebrity home invasions and carjackings

along with being one of the area's

top distributors of fentanyl.

(upbeat pop music)

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday dear Angel ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Cha cha cha ♪

(group cheers and applauds)

- 18! 18! 18!

(music continues) (crowd chatter)

- So friend, I know your parents

threw you this little party and all,

but what we doing for your birthday for real?

- What you mean?

This the party.

- This?

Okay, Angel, this is your 18th birthday.

And we ain't gonna turn up?

I know you're a little bookworm or whatever,

but baby, we going out.

And I'm not taking no for an answer.

So check this out.

This college dude sent me this flyer for this party.

While I was waiting on a bus, and he saying you cute.

If you invite a couple friends.

We invited, bitch!

- I don't know about all that, Pooh.

I start my AP courses on Monday -

- Girl.

This is a blackout party.

Do you know how hard it is to get into one of these?

Much less be invited?

We ain't gotta wait in line on none of that.

You going. I don't care.

You never go nowhere.

- Baby, I agree with Taisha.

Go out tonight, have a little fun, maybe dance.

You're always cooped up in the house with me and your dad.

And you might even meet a little boy.

- [Jeff] What's this I hear about boys?

- Nothing, Daddy.

- I was simply encouraging her to go out

and have some fun because she never has any.

- She studies.

That's fun ain't it, kiddo?

(Pooh clears throat)

- Um, if I may add my two cents, Mr. Conley.

Your daughter, my best friend since the second grade,

is the smartest but most boring person that I know.

She needs this. Trust me.

- Excuse me, I am not boring.

- Girl, anyway.

Can she go, Mr. C?

- Ain't nothing wrong with being boring.

Boring people grow up to be bosses.

And y'all are talking about boys and stuff?

What's wrong with Aubrey?

I thought you two was getting along,

and that's a good boy with a lot of good potential.

And I like him.

(gentle flute music)

♪ Hey boy, sorry ♪

♪ All that Decoupe, Ferragamo in veins ♪

♪ Ride on my Benz you'll get dope in the end ♪

♪ Bitch wanna fuck, no she gotta bring friends ♪

♪ Oh you not from the city, you gonna get finessed ♪

♪ Welcome to Atlanta, all about your ends ♪

♪ Where everything that you got is in demand ♪

♪ All that Decoupe, Ferragamo in veins ♪

♪ Ride on my Benz you'll get dope in the end ♪

(tires screeching)

- These motherfuckers, man.

♪ Welcome to Atlanta, all about your ends ♪

♪ Where everything that you got is in demand ♪

- [Bino] I don't give a fuck!

- [Murk] You think I'm bullshit, Bino.

- 'Cause you is!

- Man, I'm telling you, I can't help

but say I'm better (indistinct).

- Murk, you need to chill.

We don't need no smoke with no cops, nigga.

- [Gwop] On god.

- Man, fuck them pussy ass cops.

They don't get no pass 'cause they got badges.

Fuck y'all talking about?

- Hey cuz, why you over there just staring and shit?

You straight?

- Somebody stole your bike, gang?

(Murk laughs)

- Hey, this nigga still hurt about that ho, gang.

- Hey watch your mouth, bro.

- What?

She a ho, bro.

She really got pregnant by a whole other nigga.

An op at that.

Fuck you talking about, nigga?

- Hey man, fuck all that shit y'all niggas talking about.

What we gonna do about these bitch ass police

fucking with us every time we outside, bro?

Shit getting old.

- [Bino] I wanna retire for my motherfucking health.

- I already told y'all what I want, gang.

- Hey man, y'all don't get tired of this shit?

- Tired of what?

Getting this money?

Fucking these hoes?

Hell nah, I don't get tired of this shit.

Fuck is wrong with this nigga, bro?

- I'm saying, man.

Y'all ain't tired of beefing with the cops?

Beefing with the esses?

Beefing with the East Side niggas?

Dodging bullets?

All this shit, man.

- Damn, 'cuz.

You really on some depressed shit.

Somebody get this nigga some pussy quick.

Boy need some cat!

- [Murk] Get him some!

- [Bino] Hell nah.

- [Murk] Hell nah.

- Where the food at, man?

- [Bino] Man, we ain't even get to get the food.

'Cause Murk ass wanna be going back and forth

with Conley in the parking lot.

Might've put the strap on him and everything.

- Bino, I swear to god I won't be stepped on.

- Aw shit.

Somebody done recorded that shit.

They done put that shit on black face

and they eating Conley ass up in the comments

on some Black Lives Matter shit.

- Why every time y'all niggas go somewhere without me

y'all get into some shit, huh?

- Aye, boy I almost forgot.

Y'all heard about them blackout parties?

- [Bino] Yeah.

- Well I got a little college chick to get this invitation.

We popping out tonight, motherfucker.

Yeah!

- Oooh, you hard, G.

Bro, I been trying to get in

one of them parties for like a year now.

Bro, we take a pack in that bitch, we selling out.

- Exactly, Bino.

That the shit I'm talking about.

What's up, gang?

What we on?

We on a mission or not?

Hey, we pop out that motherfucker,

they eat it up, we sell out everything.

- Hell yeah, then we finna be like

Tariq and Braden in that motherfucker.

Yeah.

- Yeah, y'all right.

We'll stop by the stash on the way,

but first, go get some food, man.

Y'all got a nigga starving in this bitch.

- [Gwop] That's your boy Murk.

- Shut your ass up, boy!

- [Bino] I'm driving!

- [Demon] No you not, gang.

- [Tyree] Chief.

- Nephew!

Heard you out there busting heads in the gang unit.

- Yeah, thanks, Chief.

Just cleaning up the streets one gangbanger at a time.

- That's my boy

(phone rings)

Chief Conley.

What?

Ty?

Send it to me.

You want to tell me about this?

- Look, Chief.

I can explain that.

- What have I told you about that tough guy shit?

If you want to take these assholes down

you've gotta do it by the book.

Now I have to do damage control on this.

And it already hit social media.

And I'm getting enough heat

from the mayor's office as it is.

I don't need this other shit!

- Yeah, but they some South Side dudes.

They've been on my radar since they were kids.

Fucking degenerates.

I mean, they put on those black bandanas

and they think they run shit out here.

And I'm sick of it!

- You better get well.

Or else this badge gonna find a new home in my desk drawer.

- Sorry, Unc.

- And so obviously we already knew it was track.

Like that's what I'm doing in the Olympics.

Like even since I was a kid,

the other kids couldn't even race with me.

They hated going against me, dude, 'cause I was snapping,

I'm like yo, where the hell are the other kids at?

- Um, Aubrey, could you be a sweetie

and grab me another drink please?

- Of course, my love.

- Okay, sis, you got me.

You not boring.

That nigga is boring.

Sheesh!

- Tanisha, don't do that.

Look, I love Aubrey.

I mean, you know his dad is on the city council, Angel.

And quite frankly,

you'd make an amazing future power couple.

I'm just saying.

(bass heavy hip hop music)

♪ I'm back in my mode ♪

♪ I'm back in my mode ♪

♪ I'm back in my bag again ♪

♪ Back on my shit, about to kill it ♪

♪ Back in the kitchen, about to whip it ♪

♪ Fuck her one time, nice to meet ♪

♪ Cost a lot of money for the feat ♪

♪ Might fuck a bitch in my sneakers ♪

♪ 40 on my hip like a beeper ♪

♪ All these diamonds in my wristwatch ♪

♪ Still fucking hoes off the TikTok ♪

♪ Might fuck a bitch in my flip flops ♪

♪ Beat the pussy up like a beatbox ♪

♪ Fuck her one time, nice to meet ♪

♪ Cost a lot of money for the feat ♪

♪ Might fuck a bitch in my sneakers ♪

♪ 40 on my hip like a beeper ♪

♪ All these diamonds in my wristwatch ♪

- Hey Demon.

You on that phone all all day, gang.

Fuck you on, twin?

- Been trying to figure out this crypto shit, nigga.

Niggas getting rich out here.

- Fuck is Crisco, twin?

- Crypto, nigga.

Like Bitcoin and shit.

- This the shit I be talking about, bro.

Feel like you don't know where the fuck we at, twin.

This the hood, twin.

Keep your mind on this money you can see, twin.

Damn, you still on that fantasy shit, bro.

Like with Talia ass.

Your stupid ass sitting there falling in love and shit.

Whole time the bitch bust down, twin.

Stay focused, twin.

- Hey nigga, don't worry about what the fuck I'm focused on.

I'mma get to this fucking money regardless.

Fuck you mean? This ain't no fucking fantasy.

- Hey, I don't know what y'all looking at.

Ooh.

Ooh, I'm finna (indistinct) going crazy tonight!

♪ Yo ♪

♪ WunTayk ♪

♪ They tell us try to turn that shit on down ♪

♪ I respect it too much ♪

♪ WunTayk Timmy ♪

♪ Okay, this that shit they want ♪

♪ Won't forget, I won't ♪

♪ God forgive, I don't ♪

♪ It's that shit they want ♪

♪ That's that bitch he love ♪

♪ That's that bitch I want ♪

♪ It's that dick she want ♪

♪ That's that shit they want ♪

♪ It's that shit they want ♪

♪ Get that bag of dope ♪

♪ Ooh that sack of dope ♪

♪ It's that shit they want ♪

♪ That's that bitch he love ♪

♪ That's that bitch I don't ♪

♪ Just admit you won't ♪

♪ It's that shit they want ♪

♪ Hold on, fuck these niggas ♪

♪ Get that out the way ♪

♪ All I got to say ♪

♪ Put that on, let my mama stay ♪

♪ That money come, I told that bitch ♪

♪ I ain't got time to wait ♪

♪ She stretch that pussy yoga ♪

♪ So she think namaste ♪

♪ I pull out in her face ♪

♪ I put out when I say ♪

♪ I been grinding for days ♪

♪ Girl, I forgot when I ate ♪

♪ All my life I done take ♪

♪ Chances that I will take ♪

♪ Chances that y'all ain't gonna take ♪

♪ Granted, but y'all ain't WunTayk ♪

♪ Hold up man, y'all ain't gonna take shit ♪

♪ I got an uzi ♪

♪ Be singing I color the uzi ♪

♪ I promise I don't ♪

♪ I promise I don't wanna use it ♪

♪ She give me dome ♪

♪ She give me dome to my music ♪

♪ I pick up the phone while she do it ♪

♪ I pick up the phone if it's money ♪

♪ I hang up the phone if it's short ♪

♪ Niggas make killing a sport ♪

♪ I told them meet me on the court ♪

♪ They tried to leave me on the porch ♪

♪ I told them meet me on the force ♪

♪ Don't want to see me on the force ♪

♪ Come and meet me on the porch ♪

♪ It's that shit they want ♪

♪ Won't forget, I won't ♪

♪ God forgive, I don't ♪

♪ It's that shit they want ♪

♪ That's that bitch he love ♪

♪ That's that bitch I want ♪

♪ It's that dick she want ♪

♪ That's that shit they want ♪

♪ It's that shit they want ♪

♪ Get that bag of dope ♪

♪ Ooh that sack of dope ♪

♪ It's that shit they want ♪

♪ That's that bitch he love ♪

♪ That's that bitch I don't ♪

♪ Trust that bitch, I won't ♪

♪ It's that shit they want ♪

♪ Not trying to battle ya ♪

♪ Slide, that shit go ♪

♪ I'm not a rapper, dawg ♪

♪ You can have it, dawg ♪

♪ I'm not interested unless a bag involved ♪

♪ Just trying to stack it, dawg ♪

♪ All this ADD, I might need Adderall ♪

♪ I jump into it, cannonball ♪

♪ Control her how I handle ♪

♪ Coming through it, analog ♪

♪ Man, all I need is my respect ♪

♪ Rocking Adidas with a check ♪

♪ I rock Nike, still got stripes ♪

♪ I got Jesus around my neck ♪

♪ Meet us where it's at ♪

♪ Try to beat and watch 'em flex ♪

♪ They say WunTayk make a record ♪

♪ This shit easy, that's a bet ♪

♪ It's that shit they want ♪

♪ Won't forget, I won't ♪

♪ God forgive, I don't ♪

♪ It's that shit they want ♪

♪ That's that bitch he love ♪

♪ That's that bitch I want ♪

(music muffled)

- You following me?

- Follow you?

Why would I do that?

- Go to school here?

- Nah, I'm not in college yet.

- How old is you then?

- I just turned 18 today.

- [Demon] Today?

Let me see your ID.

- What?

- Your ID, your driver's license, something.

Make sure this shit ain't fake.

- Boy, you gotta be 18 to get in this party anyway.

How old are you?

Why you worried about me?

- I'm 24.

- Oh. Okay.

You a little old.

- Nah, your ass just young.

- But I'm legal though.

- Yeah, you right.

You're legal.

So I guess it's cool if I shoot my shot.

You're cute.

- Thank you.

- Let's get out of here.

Come take a ride with me.

- I'm sorry.

I don't take rides with strangers.

I came with my friends, I leave with my friends.

- Oh, you bougie huh?

- I am not bougie.

It's just if you're trying to get to know a girl at a party,

maybe you should, I don't know, ask her to dance.

- I don't dance.

- Well I do.

- You're lucky you cute.

♪ Let me see ♪

♪ Let me see something ♪

♪ Let me see something ♪

♪ Let me see something ♪

♪ Let me see something ♪

♪ Let me see something ♪

♪ Let me see something ♪

♪ Let me see something ♪

♪ Let me see something ♪

♪ You're juicy as a motherfucker ♪

♪ I'm trying to see what it do ♪

♪ All that ass you got ♪

♪ I know you tall, let's see you loose ♪

♪ It's big and round, you can barely fit it in a room ♪

♪ When you grab your ankles I'mma wolf ♪

♪ Howling at the moon ♪

- Come on!

You just gonna stand there and stare at me?

- Yeah, I'mma let you do your thing.

- How you not gonna dance at a party?

- That ain't what I'm here for.

- Well what you here for then?

- Business.

- What kind of business you got?

- Don't worry about all that.

(slow R&B dance music)

- Okay.

Can you dance to this?

- Yeah, I got you.

(guns firing) (people screaming)

♪ We don't always agree ♪

♪ But I know lil baby riding ♪

♪ Hate my fucking guts ♪

♪ But she love it when I slide in ♪

♪ She like I should stay away from you ♪

♪ You so toxic ♪

♪ Rollercoaster here we go ♪

- [Demon] You good?

- Yeah, I think so.

You okay?

- Yeah I'm good, look.

I'mma slide, you wanna come?

- I, um -

- Girl, come on!

- I'mma go with my friends.

- Wait, hold on, give me your number or something.

- I'll run into you again, okay?

- Baby girl, hold on.

Wait.

(dramatic piano music)

(sirens blaring)

- Let's go, nigga!

Buy two drinks, they got popped in there!

- We gotta go, twin!

We gotta go, twin!

We gotta go, twin!

Let's go!

- [Bino] What you done did?

(sirens blaring)

- Girl, you so scary.

It ain't even 12 o'clock.

- I don't care.

This is why I don't come outside.

These niggas like to tuh-tuh-tussle

and I'm not here for it.

- Um, Ms. Juliana Conley,

what you over there cheesing about?

- Huh?

- "Huh?"

If you can huh you can hear, boo.

- I hope it's not that boy you was dancing with.

The aesthetic was giving criminal record.

- You so judgemental, Mia.

- I be right though.

Okay.

(door closes)

Well bye, babes.

Next time you girls wanna have a girls night in, call me.

- Girl bye.

- Bye!

- Well Mia boring ass can go, but I'm not ready yet.

You wanna get something to eat?

- Yeah, tonight is definitely giving chicken and waffles.

- Bet.

(lofi hip hop music)

Bitch, who was that ghetto ass nigga

that you was dancing with at the party?

- Oh he was...

- Thank you.

- He was really nice.

- Really nice?

- He had a lot of money.

- Whatever, be nice.

Bitch I'm hungry as a hostage.

What you gonna get?

- I don't know. Let me see.

(gang member laughing)

- The ghetto.

Wait.

Girl, ain't that them niggas from the party?

- Oh my god, yes, coming over here.

- Oh my god.

- Damn.

I guess you did say I was gonna see you again huh?

Now you know you owe me your number right?

- Okay. You right.

Let me see your phone.

- [Demon] Sure.

- My name is Juliana.

But my family and friends call me Angel.

I don't do no booty calls,

and you need to always call me at a respectable hour.

Got it?

- Damn.

Yes, ma'am.

My name's Romelle, but my friends call me Demon.

Nice to meet you.

- Demon?

Why the fuck they call you that?

- It's a long story.

But I can take your friend on a date

and tell her all about it.

You know I need an angel by my side though, right?

- Well, I ain't trying to get entangled with no demons,

so I'mma call you Romelle.

- You got a big attitude in that little body huh?

- Yeah she do.

And my friend don't play with no niggas,

so don't play with my friend.

- That's period, Pooh.

- Man, y'all funny as hell.

- Hey lover boy!

You ready, man? Let's roll!

- Demon, goddamn, let's go, gang.

- Let me get these niggas up out of here.

I'mma text you later though, aight?

- Okay.

- Take this.

Dinner on me.

- Thanks.

- Y'all ladies get home safe.

- [Angel] Thank you.

- [Demon] For sure.

- Girl, what are you doing?

- Making sure this ain't no prop money.

You know these niggas be scammers.

- Oh my god, really Pooh?

- [Pooh] What?

I mean you know what them bandanas mean, right?

- I know they was cute, right?

- Bitch, you so green.

They in a gang, friend.

The South Side Mob.

Block that nigga number expeditiously when he text you.

(dramatic bass music)

♪ You deserve more than what you're settling for ♪

♪ Sometimes the hardest thing to do is let shit go ♪

♪ Looking good in them Chanels, go and get a few more ♪

♪ When I gamble on myself I tend to bet a little more ♪

♪ Double up, no alarm clock ♪

♪ Get your hustle up, like a bomb drop ♪

♪ When I look at her ♪

♪ Bae you been outside long enough ♪

♪ It's time to pick you up ♪

♪ Tell all your friends not to look for you tomorrow ♪

♪ We sleeping in ♪

♪ Call me hubby, you'll be wifey ♪

♪ Let's play pretend ♪

♪ Love your kisses, I'm already 20 out of 10 ♪

♪ When we go separate ways I miss you right away ♪

♪ Feel free to use my condo as a hideaway ♪

♪ Them opposites attract and we like night and day ♪

♪ Wish I could add finances and subtract the fame ♪

♪ If you forget everything besides my name, remember this ♪

♪ You deserve more than what you're settling for ♪

♪ Sometime the hardest thing to do is letting shit go ♪

♪ Looking good in them Chanels, go and get a few more ♪

- I've never been to a drive-in before.

I thought these were extinct.

- Yeah, I think this is like one of the last ones for real.

- Oh wow.

- Damn you smell good. What's up?

- Wait.

- You good?

- I'm fine, I just.

Romelle, can you just stop for a second?

- What's up? I thought we was vibing.

Why can't I touch you?

- Well.

I'm a virgin.

- What?

- Yes. I am a virgin.

I never had sex before.

- Man, stop lying.

- Why would I lie about that?

- Girl, you not no virgin.

- Okay, hold on.

(phone rings)

- [Pooh] Hey bestie!

- Hey Pooh. You on speakerphone.

Let me ask you something.

How many dudes have I been with?

- [Pooh] What you mean?

- Like, slept with.

- [Pooh] What are you talking about?

You don't sleep with niggas.

- I know, right?

He didn't believe me.

- [Pooh] Oh who is that?

The gangbanger?

Hey don't worry, Mr. Gangbanger.

She's a very good girl.

Too damn good if you ask me.

- Bye bestie.

- [Pooh] Girl, be careful.

- Always.

- She good.

(phone disconnects)

- See?

- So you never did nothing with none of your old boyfriends?

- No I have not.

I didn't really have time for boys.

I was just focusing on school.

I did not have time for boys and their nonsense.

- So you 18 years old.

You never had no kinda sex, you never did nothing?

- No.

How many times I gotta tell you?

- I don't mind a little attitude.

Let me be your first.

- What?

- I want to be your first.

- I don't think we're ready for all that.

We just met.

And boy, you crazy as hell if you think

you about to take my virginity in the back of a Wrangler.

I love myself too much for that, sweetie.

- All right. I respect that.

- Thank you very much.

We missing the movie.

- Fuck that movie.

I wanna do something else.

- What?

Nobody ever did that to me before.

- I promise you gonna like it.

Come here.

(gentle R&B music)

♪ Tattoo on my mind, buddy in my bed ♪

♪ If you say goodnight, don't get in your head ♪

♪ Running through the story ♪

♪ So you can catch your breath ♪

♪ I'mma give you something that you never gonna forget ♪

♪ Lay your body down I'll make it easy for you ♪

♪ Screaming like you never been touched before ♪

♪ Moving like we never made love before ♪

♪ We don't gotta color in the lines of what we're told ♪

♪ We could change it up ♪

- [Jeff] And where have you been at, little girl?

- Hey, Daddy.

You know I'm 18 now.

Technically I don't have to answer that question.

- Shit, well long as you literally live in my house

and on my wallet, you gonna tell me

exactly what I want to know.

- If you must know, I was on a date with a really nice boy.

- Oh, well you know, tell Aubrey I said hello.

- It wasn't Aubrey, Dad.

- What?

You ain't tell me about no new boy.

Janice!

You know about Angel and a new boy?

What's his name?

Who is he?

- No, Daddy, we not doing that.

- [Jeff] Doing what?

- I'm not about to tell you his name

so you can go looking up his background.

- You damn right I'mma look up his background.

To make sure my baby girl ain't dating no scumbag.

- Goodnight, Daddy.

- I ain't playing. I want the name.

- [Angel] Goodnight, Daddy!

- Night my ass.

♪ We don't gotta color in the lines of what we're told ♪

♪ We could change it up, cutting ties with all the old ♪

♪ Switching our positions, paint a different picture ♪

♪ Anchors, tongues tied, taking on control ♪

♪ Taking on control ♪

♪ Anchors, tongues tied, taking on control ♪

♪ Taking on control, taking on control ♪

♪ Anchors, tongues tied, taking on control ♪

♪ If it's feeling right, we don't gotta fight it ♪

♪ Tell me what you like, anything I'll try it. ♪

- Hey, I'm outside, man.

Bet.

♪ She never gonna forget, no ♪

(text dings)

♪ Lay your body down, I'll make it easy for you ♪

♪ Screaming like you've never been touched before ♪

♪ Moving like we never made love before ♪

- Demon, why the fuck you smiling

with that phone for, gang?

You ready to do this shit or not?

- Man, shut the fuck up, nigga!

You always talking shit.

You know I'm ready to do this shit, you ready?

- This switch ready, nigga.

That's the only thing that motherfucking matter, nigga.

- [Gang Member] What up, 'cuz?

- What up?

What's up?

(Pooh laughs)

- [Pooh] Girl, you really took

that wretched-ass man to the botanical gardens?

I know he was looking crazy.

- Nah, I think he liked it.

He said it was different.

- I'm sure it is different from shooting people

and hanging out at the corner store.

- Pooh, you don't even know him.

Why you assuming all that stuff?

- Girl, he said his friends call him Demon.

That's all the fuck I need to know.

- Well, he is very sweet.

And he actually listens when I talk.

Unlike Aubrey who just talks about himself for hours

and expects me to be impressed.

- Hey bro, didn't you say you was gonna chill

with that little bitch from the party the other night?

- Yeah I did, nigga.

- What she hitting on though, boy?

- She ain't that type, we ain't get that far.

She like a nerdy type, nigga.

- Oh, so you ain't crack shit yet.

(group laughs)

- Nigga I ain't really try

when she told me she was a virgin.

- Cap!

- A virgin? Yeah fucking right.

- Nah, nigga, I think she telling the truth.

The day we met was her 18th birthday.

She young and the nerdy type.

And I can tell by how that motherfucker taste

she's brand new.

- Ooh shit, he trying to warm that motherfucker up, huh?

- Man, your boy an eater!

(group laughs)

- Come on, man.

- Demon, don't fuck that girl, bro.

- Why you say that, nigga?

- Twin, you know these hoes

get all clingy and shit with they first.

They be all in love and shit 'til they fuck the next nigga.

Yo ass not gonna be able to get rid of her, twin.

- Hey yo, these rap niggas really be dumb as hell.

Like why are you online with your location posted?

Knowing there's niggas like me out here.

That shit wild!

(laughs)

- Straight stupid, bro.

All that clout chasing.

Niggas really act like they don't know

this shit a jungle out here.

- Swear to God on my mama, boy.

- Hey, hey, they finishing the interview right now.

- All that jewelry on too. Goofy ass.

- Stupid ass nigga. Easily.

- Hey man, y'all niggas lock in.

He coming out now.

(tense ethereal music)

- [Pooh] Well did he at least spend some money on you?

- We went to the drive-in. It was cute.

- Girl, the drive-in?

That's a broke nigga activity!

- You so mean.

It was nice.

We got to actually talk and get to know each other.

And some other things.

- Juliana Conley, I know you didn't give

that dusty ass boy your virginity.

- Girl, shut up!

No I didn't, but I did let him do something else.

- [Pooh] Ooh, I'm telling yo daddy.

- Girl!

- [Pooh] So, you think you gonna let him be the one?

- I don't know.

Maybe.

- Well be careful, friend.

Them dudes are dangerous.

- I think I might like that.

- [Pooh] Do he know your family the police?

- Nope.

I'm gonna tell him when the time is right.

- You playing with fire, girl.

Yo daddy gonna kill you.

- You so dramatic.

- So why they call him Demon?

- I don't know. I ain't ask.

- Well maybe you should.

- Yeah, y'all already know what's going on.

Yeah!

Yeah, I see you, Pete!

I see you, Pete!

Come on now.

(laughs)

Yeah I see y'all.

Come on now, y'all know where I'm at with it.

Come on.

Come on, y'all see it.

Y'all see it, come on.

200K. Cash!

Come on, stop playing with me.

Stop playing with me.

Yeah, I know.

(laughs)

Where my key at, man? Goddamn.

- [Demon] Bitch ass nigga, you know what it is.

You gonna get (indistinct), nigga.

Gimme all that shit, nigga. (hip hop piano music)

Gimme the watch, gimme the watch, nigga, come on.

Shut the fuck up.

- Just don't kill me.

- [Murk] Shut the fuck up, nigga.

- Come on now, not the red -

- [Murk] Shut the fuck up!

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Lodi Dodi ♪

♪ I got the glock in the party ♪

♪ Reach for my neck, it won't be no party ♪

♪ Don't need my niggas alone, I'm retarded ♪

♪ Go get it popping ♪

♪ Lodi Dodi ♪

♪ She shaking ass in the private ♪

♪ I put my dick in her private ♪

♪ Got her singing like a siren ♪

(device beeps)

- Come on, they got trackers!

- [Flacco] Hey come on, man, they try to rob me!

♪ Beat that pussy like a violin ♪

♪ Niggas ain't no shooters, they ain't fly shit ♪

♪ If I ever get you, start a riot ♪

♪ My niggas pull up with top of the Mayans ♪

♪ And I heard what they said, I doubt it ♪

♪ I got the pipe up, I'm ready ♪

♪ Finger fuck what a nigga heard about me ♪

♪ I pull up, I suit up, I prayed about it ♪

♪ He's about ready to swerve, I'm out it ♪

♪ Call kush, he gonna pull it with the glizzies and the Audi ♪

♪ I'm the hottest in the city, this song I'mma shout it ♪

♪ Yo, yo yo ♪

♪ You said I'm a bitch, well I'm shore leave ♪

♪ But the tribe gonna knock off the whole limb ♪

♪ When it do, I'mma tell you I told him ♪

♪ Fingers up to everybody know him ♪

- Ooh!

That that Demon shit, man!

That that Demon shit!

(gun firing)

Yeah, start that Demon shit!

♪ If a nigga play me, I'mma Lodi Dodi ♪

♪ I got the glock in the party ♪

♪ Reach for my neck, it won't be no more party ♪

- Hey Demon, that the shit I'm talking about, Demon.

That's the shit I'm talking about!

Be on that Demon shit at all times.

♪ I put my dick in her private ♪

♪ Got her singing like a siren ♪

♪ Lodi Dodi ♪

♪ I got the glock in the party ♪

♪ Reach for my neck, it won't be no more ♪

♪ Don't need my niggas, alone I roll ♪

♪ Lodi Dodi ♪

- Someone call 911, they just shot Dre and Tony.

Somebody call 911!

(sirens blaring)

- That's what the fuck I'm talking about, nigga.

(laughs)

That went fucking crazy.

That the shit I'm talking about, Demon.

That the shit I'm talking aout, Demon.

Ooh!

You talking fucking Crisco.

The only Crisco I wanna motherfucking see, nigga!

Tight up.

Get off that phone, nigga.

- [Bino] Ha! Yeah, niggas!

That shit was too motherfucking easy.

- I swear to God on my mama!

- (indistinct)

- Hell yeah.

Money was already counted when we got there.

Like 80,000.

And another 20 'cause we took all the risk.

- Yeah.

And he say he got a nigga in Dubai

ready to buy this bitch right now.

- Dubai.

- We worldwide, nigga!

- Nigga, we international.

(laughs)

- Ooh!

Demon, you hard, Demon!

Yo cousin is hard, Bino.

- [Bino] Yeah!

- [Murk] He was fucking crazy with his shit.

Sniped two of 'em in the blink of an eye.

- [Bino] That nigga fucking Ice son, nigga!

- Hey, fucking too right.

(phone buzzes)

Stay on that shit, got them.

- What's up, Auntie? Why you calling so late?

- [Rita] Can you come over here

and get your ignorant ass daddy?

- [Ice] You ain't care about me!

- [Rita] He over here drunk talking crazy as hell.

- [Ice] Don't nobody tell me what the fuck to do!

- All right, Auntie, I'm finna pull up.

Aight, bye.

- [Rita] Ugh!

(phone disconnects)

- Hey look, man, I'm about to bounce.

Sound like Pop on his bullshit again.

- Aw shit.

Tell Unc I said what's up, man.

- Aight then.

Tell the OG I'mma come see him, man.

- Yeah, me too.

- Yeah, for sure, man.

I'mma holler at y'all niggas in the morning, all right?

- [Bino] Aight, family.

- [Murk] Man, chill, nigga, we just made the money!

Enjoying it.

- Faded bitch.

(dramatic acoustic music)

- [Ice] Nobody want your ass anyway!

- Romelle!

I'm not gonna keep doing this with him.

Every time he get that damn liquor in his system

he want to call me out my name and things.

Dang, I know I promised to help my brother

'cause that's what the good Lord would want me to do.

But I ain't gonna keep putting up with this foolishness!

- Look, go ahead and go home, Auntie.

I got him, okay?

I thought you quit smoking.

- He not gonna give me no heart attack, Romelle.

He got my nerves bad as hell.

- Auntie, go home.

Get you some rest, okay?

You know he appreciate you.

He just ain't right in the head, Auntie.

- Thank god you a good boy, nephew.

Nothing like him.

Oh, and I'm still trying to get some money up

to get his prescriptions filled.

I'mma ask Auntie Cheryl.

You know, she ain't lifted no finger in like 10 years.

I mean that's the least she could do.

- Look, I already took care of it.

- Oh you did?

I know it was like $900.

- I took care of it, Auntie.

Now go home, goodnight.

Get you some rest okay?

- All right.

Goodnight, baby.

- Goodnight, Auntie.

I got him.

- [Rita] All right.

- Be safe.

- [Rita] All right.

(door closes)

- Don't nobody need your ass in here anyway!

Shit, always trying to tell somebody.

Shit!

Don't nobody tell me what the fuck to do!

In my motherfucking house.

I'm Ice Montez!

Coldest motherfucker this side of I-20.

- Hey man, you gotta take these pills, Pop.

. Shit, I ain't even know you was here, son.

What's good?

Mob business.

- Yeah, Auntie Rita called me over

to tell me you tripping on her again.

You can't be doing that shit, Pop.

She taking care of you, man.

- That bitch getting paid ain't she?

Huh?

She get a motherfucking check every week.

To come over here.

And get on my goddamn nerve.

- Hey look, Pop, I ain't finna argue with you, man.

Take these pills so I can go.

Come on, man.

- Ain't that about a bitch?

So you can go.

Ain't that about a bitch?

My own motherfucking son.

Who I raised with my own goddamn hands

don't even wanna be with me.

Huh?

Huh?

I guess nobody want to be around a crippled nigga.

- Hey Pop, take the pill, man.

Here.

For you, nigga. Come on, man.

- Give me that shit!

God dammit!

- Shit, man, get this water, man.

- I don't need no fucking water.

Ahh!

Shit.

- Come on, man, that shit wasn't hard.

Fuck.

♪ Papa was a rolling stone ♪

♪ Wherever he laid his hat was his home ♪

♪ And when he died ♪

(dramatic keyboard music)

(phone rings)

- Hey you.

- [Demon] Hey, I ain't wake you, did I?

- No, I'm in bed, but I'm not asleep yet.

- I ain't want nothing.

I just wanted to hear your voice

and be the last nigga you talk to tonight.

- [Angel] You the only nigga I talk to tonight.

- Yeah right, you'll tell me anything.

- You don't believe nothing.

You must have trust issues or something.

- Probably do.

When you from where I'm from.

You learn you can't trust nobody.

Not even your own people sometimes.

- Well.

You can trust me.

(lofi vocal music)

Hello?

- [Demon] Yeah, I'm here.

- Did you hear what I said?

- Yeah, I heard you.

But look, I'm gonna let you go.

Talk to you tomorrow or something, all right?

- [Angel] Um, okay.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

(phone disconnects)

- 'Sup.

Finna pull up, all right?

Aight.

(music continues)

- I didn't think you was gonna come.

I know you mad at me.

- Where the baby at?

- My mama house.

I wanted it to be just us.

Look, Demon.

I'm really sorry.

It was literally one time.

I really thought it was yours.

(lofi piano music)

Can you forgive me?

Let me make it up to you?

You're just gonna leave?

- Yeah.

- I mean, we not gonna talk about us?

- Ain't no more us.

I wanted some puss and I knew you was gonna be with it.

- Nigga what?

We in a whole relationship.

What the fuck are you talking about?

- Relationship?

You had a baby by a whole other nigga.

Is you dumb?

- Look, Demon, I made one mistake.

One.

We've been together for two years.

How many bitches you done fucked?

- Man, look, you did what you did.

You gotta take the L.

You're lucky I don't do something to you

for disrespecting me.

- Nigga, do something to me?

You gonna threaten me in my shit?

I can get right on the phone and call my baby daddy

right the fuck now if it's a problem.

- What?

Make that call, bitch.

And get that nigga killed.

Stop playing with me.

This shit over.

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- [Josh] Angel, what up, kid?

- Whatever. I'm still mad at you.

- Hey, look, I'm sorry I missed the party.

Just work's been crazy.

You can forgive me.

- Hmm, I'll think about it.

- Okay, how about (indistinct) this weekend.

- That's a start.

- Yeah, all right, that's what I thought.

But look, I do have to get back to it, okay?

Kiss Mom and Pops for me and be safe.

- Okay. Bye, big brother.

- All right, kid.

Yo!

(lofi piano music)

♪ I can't fight this feeling ♪

♪ I can't fight this feeling ♪

♪ I'm in for the ride ♪

♪ Baby you and I ♪

♪ Got history ♪

♪ Are we meant to be ♪

♪ Or is it all a lie ♪

♪ Read between the lines ♪

♪ And this ain't it ♪

♪ Ain't how it's supposed to be ♪

♪ You know that I want it ♪

♪ But I can feel your vibe ♪

♪ You keep pulling pushing on me ♪

♪ All this time I sacrificed ♪

♪ But you want it when you want it ♪

♪ It's only when it's right for you ♪

- "Getting money and getting killed

"seem like one in the same around my way.

"Every male I saw getting money

"ran the risk of losing his life and freedom.

"And many of them did.

"The way I saw it, if you lost your freedom,

"you lost your life anyhow.

"'Cause then you really can't get no money."

♪ I can't fight this feeling ♪

♪ I can't fight this feeling no more ♪

♪ Called it how it is ♪

♪ Why you keep on making a fool of me ♪

♪ You know all the spots ♪

♪ That make my walls drop ♪

♪ Turning me on ♪

♪ Then you go and let me down ♪

♪ You know that I want it ♪

♪ But I can feel your vibe ♪

♪ You keep pulling pushing on me ♪

♪ All this time I sacrificed ♪

♪ But you want it when you want it ♪

♪ It's only when it's right for you ♪

♪ I just got this feeling that I'm in too deep ♪

♪ I just got this feeling you gonna take and leave ♪

♪ I just got this feeling you don't say what you mean ♪

♪ I just hate this feeling ♪

♪ But I can't fight this feeling ♪

♪ I can't fight this feeling no more ♪

♪ I just got this feeling you gonna take and leave ♪

♪ I just hate this feeling, but I can't fight this feeling ♪

♪ I can't fight this feeling ♪

♪ I can't fight this feeling ♪

♪ I can't fight this feeling ♪

(dramatic acoustic music)

♪ Since we shooting ops ♪

♪ We got more bodies than cops ♪

♪ If them pigs want a war ♪

♪ We gonna burn them city blocks ♪

♪ John Wayne ♪

♪ They don't know nothing about this side ♪

♪ John Wayne ♪

♪ Y'all know nothing about this ♪

♪ Got that .44 mag, yeah I keep it on the dash ♪

♪ I don't let no time pass if it's beat by Johnny Cash ♪

♪ John Wayne ♪

♪ They don't know nothing about this side ♪

♪ John Wayne ♪

♪ Y'all know nothing about this side ♪

- Look, all you gotta do is pull up.

I'm finna send you the location right now.

Walk into church, give her the card,

and get the fuck out the way.

Yeah.

Money gonna be in your hand soon as you pull up.

Bet.

(music continues)

♪ My OG told me don't do 25 to life ♪

♪ Don't get caught tonight ♪

♪ Don't get caught, nigga ♪

♪ My OG told me don't do 25 to life ♪

♪ Don't get caught tonight ♪

♪ Since we shooting ops, we got more bodies than cops ♪

♪ If them pigs want a war ♪

♪ We gonna burn them city blocks ♪

♪ John Wayne ♪

♪ They don't know nothing about this side ♪

(guns firing)

♪ Got that .44 mag, yeah I keep it on the dash ♪

♪ I don't let no time pass if it's beat by Johnny Cash ♪

♪ John Wayne ♪

♪ They don't know nothing about this side ♪

♪ John Wayne ♪

♪ Y'all know nothing about this side ♪

♪ Since we shooting ops ♪

♪ We got more bodies than cops ♪

♪ If them pigs want a war ♪

♪ We gonna burn them city blocks ♪

♪ John Wayne ♪

♪ They don't know nothing about this side ♪

♪ John Wayne ♪

♪ Y'all know nothing about this ♪

♪ Got that .44 mag, yeah I keep it on the dash ♪

♪ I don't let no time pass if it's beat by Johnny Cash ♪

♪ John Wayne ♪

♪ They don't know nothing about this side ♪

♪ John Wayne ♪

♪ Y'all know nothing about this side ♪

♪ My OG told me don't do 25 to life ♪

♪ Don't get caught tonight ♪

♪ My OG told me don't do 25 to life ♪

♪ Don't get caught tonight ♪

♪ 'Cause we recognize us ♪

♪ As in me and each other ♪

♪ Can be free ♪

- [Angel] So what did you guys do yesterday?

- You know, same shit.

- Sounds fun.

- Looking good though.

You must be about to come over here.

- Nope, not today.

Me and Pooh having a girls day.

I've been spending so much time with you

I'm missing my last summer with my bestie.

- [Demon] What y'all about to do?

- Well we're going shopping.

And we gonna catch a movie.

And then one of our friends from high school

is having a little house party.

So we're gonna end the night there.

- You better not be in there flirting on niggas.

Let me pull up on your ass.

- Well, I mean I am single, right?

Nobody has asked me to be their girlfriend.

- Look, baby.

Whether I tell you or not.

If you feel like you need attention

from other niggas, you ain't feeling me.

- I was just joking. Dang.

- [Demon] I don't really joke like that.

- Okay. I'm sorry.

- [Demon] All right, well look.

Go have fun with your friends. Y'all be safe.

- Okay.

- [Demon] Hit me up, all right?

(lofi sax music)

(crowd chatter)

- [Crowd] Aubrey!

- [Crowd] Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots!

(cheers)

- Hey, Angel.

- Hey Aubrey.

- You haven't been answering any of my calls or texts.

I even stopped by your house but you're never there.

- Stalker.

- What's going on, babe?

- Well, you know, it's summer.

Just enjoying my friends and stuff.

Really busy with my AP course.

- I'm not...

What's up?

Angel, I'm training for the Olympic trials

and still trying to make time for you.

That's not an excuse.

What's going on?

I thought we were building something.

- I've been thinking.

Maybe it's best that I weigh my options a little.

- What does that even mean?

- I mean we're about to go off to college

and be on two different sides of the country.

Maybe it's best we just be friends.

- What?

Friends?

Angel, I've cut off every girl I was talking to for you.

Are you kidding me?

- Look, Aubrey, I'm sorry, I just -

- Okay, hey.

How you doing, Aubrey?

Let me just interject since my friend here

is too scared to say it.

She got a new nigga.

He got more money than you, he got more rizz than you.

He's just more man than you.

So it's really a hard no for me right now.

Toodle-loo.

Bye-bye!

- You're so mean, girl.

- Whatever.

- [News Anchor] Another violent weekend

in the city of Atlanta as reports come in

that famed Philadelphia rapper OTA Flacco

was robbed and carjacked at gunpoint

outside of a podcast interview in midtown.

Two of the members of his entourage

were murdered in the melee,

and his $200,000 Audi was stolen.

Police say they suspect that this same crew

is responsible for a rash of celebrity

home break-ins and carjackings.

They're asking for anyone with information

to call Crime Stoppers.

A $10,000 reward has been offered

by OTA Flacco's management.

- [Reporter] In the first part of the year

you were more likely to be a victim of murder,

aggravated assault, and shooting in the city of Atlanta

than you were in the city of Chicago.

So I wanted to follow up to see

if anything's changed in the last 12 months.

"Turning into Chicago.

"Getting like Chicago.

"We're catching up to Chicago."

- Angel, this is crazy!

You have to talk to me!

- Aubrey, it's over, okay?

Whatever this was is over.

Like I said, we can be friends, but that's it.

- [Aubrey] You gonna do this to me?

I am the best thing

that's ever happened to you, Juliana Conley!

- Oh please.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I'm still talking to you!

- Hey you cool, bro?

- What?

- Demon, it's okay. Let's just go.

- Demon.

(laughs)

Fuck, isn't this poetic.

Angel and Demon.

So this is is why you haven't been answering my calls?

This guy?

- Angel, go get in the car.

Hey little bro, I don't know what the fuck you got going on,

but whatever you and Angel had, that shit dead.

Now move the fuck on, nigga!

- I guess I'm just supposed to be scared of you huh?

- Bitch you should be.

- Is this what you want, Angel?

You've worked so hard to become

some fucking future convict's baby mama?

- Hey man, get in your motherfucking car now

before I beat your ass.

I promise you that.

Ho ass nigga.

(tense orchestra music)

- You can have her, bro!

I thought I had a prize, but she a ho in disguise!

- Oh my god! Demon!

What are you doing?

- What the fuck this nigga doing?

Goofy ass almost broke my shit.

Where the fuck you going, Angel?

Get in the car.

- Fuck, he shot me!

- [Demon] Get in the car now! Let's go!

(dramatic ringing)

- Wait a minute, we can't leave without Pooh!

Bye bestie.

- You should spend the night, friend.

We could try the makeup what you was talking about.

- [Angel] Oh I -

- Nah, she good.

She coming with me.

- [Pooh] I didn't ask you.

- But I answered. The fuck?

- Angel, are you good?

- I'm fine, Pooh. For real.

- You know this nigga made us an accessory to a crime now.

- [Demon] Man, you starting to piss me the fuck off.

- I don't care.

- Hey, okay guys, chill.

Pooh I'm fine, really. Okay?

- Okay.

Be careful.

- Always.

Wait, wait, I'm sorry.

- Come on.

Relax.

I ain't gonna take it.

I ain't that type of nigga.

Look, I want you to want to give it to me.

I know you want it to be special and all that.

- So you not gonna be mad if I make you wait?

- Nah, real niggas ain't pressed by no pussy.

Just let me know when you're ready.

- So we not gonna talk about what happened?

- What?

- You shot at my ex.

I don't know if he's dead or -

- He ain't dead.

If I wanted to kill him.

I would've.

- I've never seen you like this before.

I mean it's scaring me a little.

Aubrey is supposed to be going to the Olympics.

What if he's injured?

- Hey, hey.

Don't be running down another nigga's stats to me.

I don't give a fuck.

I don't tolerate no disrespect.

That nigga came in talking crazy.

Came in calling out your name.

Calling you a ho in front of me.

It's like disrespecting me and I ain't good.

I don't give a fuck who he is.

You're mine, and niggas gonna respect that shit.

- [Angel] I think I'm ready.

- What?

- I'm ready.

I want you to be my first.

- You sure?

- Just be gentle.

Please?

(gentle piano music)

- I got you.

♪ We in a race ♪

♪ Who will be first to the finish. ♪

♪ We gonna make it to Guinness 'cause we record breaking ♪

♪ I got something to prove ♪

♪ I gotta show you ♪

♪ This feeling we've been in ♪

♪ Ain't no room to pretend. ♪

♪ You know what we been on ♪

♪ It's our little secret ♪

♪ How long can we keep it ♪

♪ 'Til all of it's crashing down ♪

♪ I love that everything wrong feels right ♪

♪ If being with you is wrong I'm way past guilty ♪

♪ Lock me up and throw away the key to me ♪

♪ I'm right where we need to be ♪

♪ We been in all types of crazy ♪

♪ This what you want right ♪

♪ Well damn, me too ♪

♪ We knew the risk when we came here ♪

♪ Taking a trip through the danger zone ♪

♪ We playing all types of crazy ♪

♪ This what you want right ♪

♪ Well damn, me too ♪

♪ We knew the risk when we came here ♪

♪ Taking a trip through the danger zone ♪

♪ Now you know that we been moving wild free ♪

♪ We never set boundaries ♪

♪ Why won't we think to time things right ♪

♪ We did the unspeakable ♪

♪ We went places that you can't come back from being to ♪

♪ Probably ♪

♪ Felt like something like highway robbery ♪

♪ If wrong is what it is, that's what it's gotta be ♪

♪ 'Cause I ain't here to turn away a masterpiece ♪

♪ There's beauty in catastrophe ♪

♪ I need you like I need to breathe ♪

♪ I need you like I'm making bread ♪

♪ And I got me somebody to feed ♪

♪ I know you see what all of this could be ♪

♪ Lover of my dreams ♪

♪ I don't want to see you playing for another team ♪

♪ Oh no, we playing all types of crazy ♪

- And let this be a warning to the South Side Mob.

And anyone else terrorizing

the good law abiding citizens of Southwest Atlanta.

We will not stand for lawlessness in Zone 3.

We will catch you, and we will punish you.

- Now where have you been?

Did you hear about Aubrey?

- I was at Pooh's. Our phones died.

I just saw Dad on TV, what are they saying?

- They don't have a suspect yet.

Looks like all the Ring cameras were offline at the time.

So they're checking with the neighbors

to see if they can find anything there.

- Oh wow.

Is he gonna be okay?

- I mean his injuries are not life-threatening of course.

They're not life threatening. He's gonna live.

However, they shot him in the knee.

He will never run again.

(sighs)

It's so, so sad, really.

He had such a bright future.

Oh, and didn't you say that you and Taisha

were going to a party last night?

(birds chirping)

(phone buzzes)

- What's up, bro?

- [Murk] Demon, where the fuck you been at, bro?

Those East Side niggas tried to get at us last night.

Who was at the skating ring.

I called your ass like 10 times, gang.

- I was out of pocket, bro.

Anybody get hit last night?

- [Murk] Hey, man, I don't know

about them niggas, but we good.

Ain't nobody get hit, but I don't know about them though.

I'm ready to get down on them full, gang,

but nobody wanna move without your word, so my hand tied up.

- Damn, my bad, gang.

I was out of pocket, man.

Shit got a little crazy last night.

Had the pop some V.

- [Murk] What the fuck happened? Where the hell you are?

- Man, look, I'll tap in with you later

when I get up, all right?

- [Murk] Aight, I'm finna pull up in a minute.

- For sure.

- [Murk] Say less, bro.

(phone disconnects)

- Fuck.

Angel!

Baby you here?

- [News Anchor] Another violent weekend

across the city of Atlanta where 12 people were shot

across the metro between Thursday and Saturday.

One of the most shocking stories,

local Olympic track hopeful Aubrey Paris

was injured last night in a random shooting

outside a party on the city's north side.

Police have no leads at this hour, and are asking

for anyone with information to call Crime Stoppers.

Fulton County police chief Jeff Conley

has taken a hard stance against violence in the city,

and says he'll do whatever it takes

to make sure the citizens of Atlanta can move.

(dramatic orchestra music)

- What are you doing here?

- I wanted to check on you.

- Check on me?

Oh, so you care about me now.

- Look, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

- The doctor said I'll survive.

But I'll probably never run track again.

- I didn't mean for any of this to happen, Aubrey.

So, did the police come?

- I don't know, Angel. I was still out.

My mom said they did.

- Well, did she tell them anything?

- She doesn't know anything.

- What are you gonna tell them?

- Wow, you didn't come here for me at all.

- [Angel] What do you mean?

- You came here to see if I snitched

on your little thug life ass boyfriend.

- Look, I came for both, okay?

I think it's best if you tell them

you don't know who shot you.

- What?

So first you ghost me for this guy

and now you want me to protect him?

Fuck you, Angel!

Fuck you!

(tense bass music) (low ringing)

- Aubrey Paris.

It's best for you and your family

if you kept your mouth shut.

Hey don't look at her, nigga.

Look at me.

You gonna keep quiet or we gonna have a problem.

- No no no, I'll keep my mouth shut, you asshole.

But do you really think her family

isn't gonna figure this out?

They love me.

- Let's go, babe.

- What he talking about?

- Oh yeah, I'm sure the Conleys are already on the case.

- [Demon] Angel, what the hell is he talking about?

- Wait, she didn't tell you yet?

- Tell me what?

- She comes from a family of cops!

Oh you really didn't know.

(laughs)

Oh my gosh, this this rich!

This is rich.

Yeah, her dad's the police chief.

Her brother is a detective.

And her cousin runs the gang unit!

Yeah.

They're definitely coming for you, Demon.

- Demon, let me explain.

- [Demon] Get off me, Angel.

(door closes)

♪ Hoochie coochie ♪

♪ Hoochie coochie ♪

♪ Hoochie coochie ♪

- Bino.

Hey Bino!

- [Bino] What?

- Do me a favor.

- [Bino] What's up, cuz?

- Shut the fuck up with all that, bro, goddamn.

♪ Hoochie coochie ♪

(Bino laughs)

- Man at 12.

- [Bino] Call that nigga then.

- Hey Demon, 200 came in, hit you there.

Aight.

- What's up, nigga?

Buddy get the message?

- What's up, bro?

- Boy look at these tight suit ass niggas.

- Hey, ain't that that bitch (indistinct)?

They following yo ass out that bitch.

- [Bino] Following?

- [Murk] Damn, that's the Conley nigga too.

- Yeah, that's Angel fam.

- Nigga what? - Nigga what?

(jazzy sax music)

- Hey, it's Conley.

I need to search the database for any records

for people with the street alias Demon.

Between the ages of 18 and 25.

Yeah, print them off. I'm headed over there now.

- So what's up, Unc?

- The commissioner had a meeting with me

about that little stunt that you pulled.

And he wants you on desk duty.

- What?

Come on, Unc.

- Give me your gun, give me your badge.

- This some bullshit And you know it.

- Being my nephew is the only thing

saving your ass from suspension.

Stay away from this case.

- [Tyree] Look, Unc -

- We got it under control.

- Look Unc, you gotta let me help.

Angel's my cousin.

And I don't want her getting caught up with these dudes.

- Tyree, we got it under control.

I'll see you back at the station.

Go.

(siren blaring)

(music continues)

- Please let me explain, Rome.

- You tried to play me.

Your whole family the police.

You know what I got going on.

This shit feel like a back door for real.

- Baby, I just didn't think it mattered.

- Angel.

Tell me what the fuck going on.

- Nothing, baby, I swear.

I didn't tell them about you

and I didn't tell you about them.

I just really like you.

I love you.

And I didn't want to lose you.

Plus you never asked about my dad.

It just never came up.

You believe me?

- Where I'm from, most girls ain't got no daddy.

I don't even be thinking about that shit for real.

- I should have told you, but I didn't think you want me.

- I got you something.

(dramatic piano music)

- Oh my god. I love it.

- The A is 'cause I'm locked in.

I mean I'm serious.

So don't play with my heart, Angel.

Shit can get ugly.

- I won't. I promise.

(music continues)

(car door opens and closes)

- I ain't fucking with low down, okay?

Demon just put me on a four side.

I just looking for 30 bricks, 10 bags, and a whole hundred.

I ain't going back and forth, gang.

Aight, I'll hit you back.

(music continues)

So you still gonna fuck with this girl?

- Yeah, nigga, she good for now.

Might be good to have her on our side.

- Nigga, that pussy fuck your whole head up, twin.

- Fuck is you talking about, man?

- [Muck] She the police!

What don't you get, Demon?

- Nah, nigga, she ain't police.

Her daddy the police, nigga.

- [Murk] Man, nigga, that's worse!

- Nah, man.

We gotta use this shit to our advantage.

Think about that shit, twin.

I'm locked in with the police chief daughter.

- I thought about it, Demon.

That little bougie pussy got you all fucked up in the head.

- Man, chill out with that shit, gang.

- I'mma chill, but we need to put her ass

to work or something.

Nigga put us on some plays or something.

Yeah, twin.

Look, you know twin still got my AK

in the evidence locker, twin.

Have her get the gun, let me get in there.

- Nigga, no.

I ain't getting her involved in none of this street shit.

Tripping, dawg.

- The fuck you mean, Demon?

Every bitch you ever fucked with

been involved in street shit, nigga.

What the fuck you talking about?

- Well not this one, nigga.

- That's that shit I be talking about, Demon.

That shit I be talking about, Demon.

(music continues)

- Stupid ass.

- Well it was good seeing you, old friend.

Since you don't fuck with us no more.

- Right, so does this chain mean you a trap queen now?

Is that still a thing?

- I know I've been a little busy, y'all.

Attracted to my man, now my heart bleeds.

- You attracted to that eggplant yo ass been getting.

You dicknotized.

It's okay to admit it.

- You had sex with him?

You little ho.

- Shut up, Mia.

- I'm just saying Aubrey's not gonna like to hear this one.

Speaking of Aubrey, how's he doing anyways?

- I parked way over here, y'all.

- Yeah, we over here.

- Bye, friends.

- [Pooh] Bye girl!

- Okay, so y'all just not gonna tell me anything?

- What's up, baby?

- I'm not interested.

- Me either, bitch. Gimme your chain.

(eerie suspense music)

That shit dancing, ain't it?

Bitch is dancing, ain't it?

Hey Demon.

I just grabbed this off your little ho.

I might just take her next time.

No cap.

- East Side shit.

- You feel me?

You already know we're big shit.

You feel me?

Come get this shit back in blood.

Come get it, bro.

Come get it, son.

- I was fucking playing.

Always nailing that shit.

Always, you know what I'm saying?

That was me.

That was me.

Shit, that was me every time, you know what I'm saying?

That was goddamn me, boy.

That was me.

Yeah, see, nigga, back in '03?

Shit.

I was that nigga.

I had the money.

The clothes.

The hoes.

They couldn't tell me shit.

Living life like a motherfucking king.

If it wasn't for that pussy ass cop.

I'd still be the motherfucking man out here.

But you, son.

You gonna make me proud.

(dramatic piano music)

That's why I named you Demon.

'Cause I raised you.

To rain Hell down on all these

motherfucking niggas out here.

Just don't end up like me, man.

You stack your paper, you get the fuck out this shit.

You go out in a blaze of glory.

Don't end up like this.

Crippled.

Dick don't half work.

Don't be like this, man.

Your ho ass mama.

She dropped me like a motherfucking bad habit!

She dropped both our asses!

- Pop, you drunk, man.

Lay down.

I'll come see you tomorrow, all right?

- Just listen to what I'm telling you, son.

Don't end up like me.

You go out.

Like a motherfucking gangster.

♪ Been spending most our lives ♪

♪ Living in a gangster's paradise ♪

♪ Tell me why ♪

(door closes)

(Angel knocks)

- Oh shit, what's up?

Demon ain't even here.

- Oh.

You know when he'll be back?

I tried calling him, but now my phone is dead.

I really need to talk to him.

- He went to go check on his pops.

He should be back in a minute though.

You wanna come in and wait on him?

We got a charger in there.

I ain't gonna bite you.

- No thank you.

I think I'm just gonna wait in the room.

Use the charger.

- Damn.

You got Demon acting all brand new and shit huh?

- Excuse me?

- I see that motherfucker poking.

(eerie mood music)

Come here.

- [Angel] No!

- Man, get your hands off her

before I put your brains in the wall.

- [Gwop] Nigga you gonna bump the strap on me

over this little bitch?

- Watch your mouth, nigga.

- Whoa, I ain't know it was like that.

- It is like that.

And since I don't want my girl to witness a homicide,

I'mma let you live tonight.

But I don't know how I'mma feel

next time I see you outside, twin.

Did he hurt you?

- No. I'm okay.

Just fucking scared.

- Angel, look.

Did you see the nigga face that robbed you?

- No, he had a mask on.

- What color was it?

- Like army print.

- Okay.

Hey cuz, pull up.

We gotta handle something, man.

Aight bet, say less.

- What's going on?

- Look, I want you to go home. I'll call you.

- But I wanna be with you right now.

- I'll call you.

- [Angel] What you about to do?

- About to go get your chain back.

- What?

Maybe I should just call my dad.

- What? Hell no.

Look, go home.

I'll call you.

(dramatic piano music)

- Babe, I know you had to get off of work.

I hate to trouble you with this, but it's my baby.

It's my baby.

What am I...

Juliana Rebecca Marie Conley.

Failing your classes?

Running around the streets with gang members?

Is this how we raised you?

- What are you talking about, Ma?

- Don't play coy with your mother.

The school sent this letter saying

you failing both of your summer courses.

And then Aubrey tells us this boy

that you sneaking around with,

this mystery boy, shot him?

Are you out of your damn mind?

- Aubrey's lying.

He's just mad because I don't wanna be with him.

- Angel, I know this Demon kid.

Been knowing him since a juvenile delinquent.

He's a violent felonious gang leader.

- He's not a gang leader, Ty.

He's just.

Surviving.

Everybody isn't as privileged as us.

- Baby, you don't know how naive you are.

- On the streets we know very little about (indistinct).

They call him Demon for a reason.

He hurts people and he's good at it too.

- [Jeff] Yeah, the boy's a loser, Angel.

- You don't even know him, Daddy.

- It's in his blood.

I've arrested his father more times than I can count.

And he's following right in his father's footsteps.

Look, you got a bright future ahead of you.

Don't let him drag you down.

- But Daddy, you don't know him like I do.

- What the...

(dramatic piano music)

(tense bass music)

- Hey, ain't that the niggas right there?

- [Bino] That ain't no fucking Charger, nigga.

- Yeah, that's then niggas right there, bro.

Come on, nigga.

- Oh shit.

- [Pooh] Girl, this too much.

You living in a whole hood movie, cut bitch.

- Stuff is just happening so fast.

The stuff with Aubrey, I'm failing my AP course.

It's like everything is falling apart.

- [Pooh] I told you that nigga was dangerous,

but you wanna learn the hard way I see.

- That's not helping, Pooh.

- [Pooh] I'm just saying, is he worth you giving up

your future when he probably don't even have one, Angel?

I mean really think about it.

I'm not trying to be mean,

but I'm not your friend if I let you crash out.

- You sound just like them.

- [Pooh] Because they probably right!

- What about love though?

What about how he makes me feel protected and special?

- [Pooh] Girl, this is some love bombing toxic shit.

That's how them hood niggas get you.

And not to mention he is grown.

I know he probably doing stuff to you coochie

that got you all discombobulated.

We'll figure it out.

- I don't know what to do.

(tense bass heavy music)

(tires hissing)

- Heard y'all niggas got something that belong to me.

This all that shit y'all been talking?

- Hey man, go ahead, it's yours.

No problem, bro.

- Man, we didn't want to, bro.

But shit, y'all shot up the funeral.

Niggas had to get back.

Yo girl was in the wrong place at the right time.

- Yeah, I respect that, nigga.

I would've did the same thing.

Hope that nigga snipe you the same way.

(gun firing)

- Hey, what about this nigga?

- [Demon] Leave that nigga, let him tell the story!

- Ooh you lucky bitch.

(phone buzzes)

- Hello?

- [Demon] Hey, I got a surprise for you.

- My parents said I should stay away from you.

- [Demon] Told your pops about me?

- No, I think Aubrey did.

But I told them he was lying.

- [Demon] There's gonna be some consequence

behind that, Angel.

Look, I'm just letting you know.

- So it's true then.

- [Demon] What?

- You hurt people?

Like you did Aubrey, is that normal for you?

- [Demon] Sometimes when I have to.

But look, I don't wanna talk about this on the phone.

Pull up on me in an hour.

- Okay, I'll try.

I love you.

- [Demon] Type shit.

I'mma see you in a minute.

(dramatic hip hop music)

♪ I've been working on communication ♪

♪ The way they know that you're appreciated ♪

♪ You ain't gotta lie no more ♪

♪ You ain't gotta call no more ♪

♪ I've been working on communication ♪

♪ The way they know that you're appreciated ♪

♪ You ain't gotta lie no more ♪

♪ You ain't gotta call no more ♪

- Nah, baby.

I got that, I'm a cop.

I'll take care of all that shit.

(chuckles)

Hey.

Let me call you back.

♪ Baby girl just want the stars in the ceiling ♪

♪ She just wanna know where you going now ♪

♪ I've got the chandeliers out when she with me ♪

♪ She don't wanna talk about the money ♪

♪ Want a cushy Louis Vuitton when she can't get free ♪

♪ She just fell in love with the pro, babe ♪

- Yo!

What's up, y'all?

What's going on?

Ain't no fat ho, what the hell you talk about?

- Romelle Montez!

Get your grubby ass hands off my cousin

before we have a fucking problem.

- Tyree, what are you doing?

Did you follow me?

- Stay out of this, Angel.

He shot Aubrey, and I know your ass was there,

and I don't even know why you protecting him.

So take your ass on home and let this shit play out.

- I'm not going anywhere.

- I ain't shoot nobody.

I don't know what you talking about, nigga.

- This your first and last warning, nigga.

Stay the fuck away from Angel.

And that goes for the rest of you niggas!

You stay the fuck away from my little cousin

or you gonna answer to me!

- I can stay away from a nigga.

I don't think she's gonna be able to stay away from me.

(groans)

- What's that shit you said, my nigga?

Nigga are you fucking crazy?

- [Murk] Nah bitch, you doing too much.

- [Demon] Don't do it, bro.

This nigga's heat, nigga.

- [Murk] Fuck this nigga, Demon!

- If he got shit on us they would've been pulled up.

Just chill, bro!

- I'll be on this nigga -

- Chill, nigga!

What you think you gonna do, bro?

- [Murk] What I'm gonna do?

(crosstalk arguing) (tense mood music)

- [Murk] I want this nigga's soul, Demon!

Move, Demon!

- [Demon] Don't do it!

- [Murk] Fuck out the way, Demon!

- Shit! Murk!

Murk, man, come on, man!

Get up, nigga!

Stop playing, Murk!

Get up, nigga!

The fuck!

Move, nigga, get up!

Get up, nigga!

Stop playing, Murk!

Get up, nigga, stop playing, man!

Murk!

Murk, man, come on, wake up nigga!

Fuck!

Fuck, man.

(heart beating) (dramatic piano music)

(dramatic orchestra music)

- [Josh] Police!

Just everybody calm the fuck down!

- Bino, no! That's my brother!

Ty killed him, Josh!

He shot him for no reason!

- I need backup here at Halsey Park South End.

Angel, get out of here.

Demon.

That's your name, right?

Let's just talk.

Don't nobody need to get hurt.

Demon!

Angel, listen to me.

Don't move.

(siren blaring) (eerie keyboard music)

(thunder booming)

- What the fuck?

Yo, what the fuck?

Yo!

Yo!

Who the fuck is that?

(gun firing)

♪ Since we shoot at ops ♪

♪ We got more bodies than cops ♪

♪ If the pigs want a war ♪

♪ We gonna burn them city blocks ♪

♪ John Wayne ♪

♪ They don't know nothing about this side ♪

♪ John Wayne ♪

♪ Y'all know nothing about this ♪

♪ Got that .44 mag, yeah I keep it on the dash ♪

♪ I don't let no time pass if it's beat by Johnny Cash ♪

♪ John Wayne ♪

♪ They don't know nothing about this side ♪

- You can't shoot.

♪ My OG told me don't do 25 to life ♪

♪ Don't get caught tonight ♪

♪ Don't get caught, nigga ♪

♪ My OG told me don't do 25 to life ♪

♪ Don't get caught tonight ♪

♪ Since we shoot at ops, we got more bodies than cops ♪

♪ If the pigs want a war ♪

♪ We gonna burn them city blocks ♪

♪ John Wayne ♪

♪ They don't know nothing about this side ♪

♪ Yeah, John Wayne ♪

♪ Y'all know nothing about this ♪

♪ Yeah, nigga, yeah ♪

♪ My OG told me don't do 25 to life ♪

♪ Don't get caught tonight ♪

(birds chirping)

(glass squeaks)

- Damn it, I don't care about procedure!

He's my fucking nephew!

- What did you do?

- What are you talking about? What's going on?

- Okay.

Okay, I'll have Josh meet me there.

Okay.

- It's all your fault.

- [Angel] What's happening?

- I'mma go to the morgue.

I'mma talk to his father.

Maybe he'll know where to find him.

- [Angel] Daddy.

Ma, tell me what's happening.

- Your cousin.

Is dead.

That boy you're so in love with, he killed Tyree.

Yeah.

He did.

- That can't be true.

- [Janice] It's true, it's true.

Your dad and Josh are going to ID his body right now.

I hope you're happy.

- Mom, why would you say that?

Of course I'm not happy.

There must be a mistake. Romelle wouldn't do this.

- Well.

It doesn't matter anyway because you'll be leaving soon.

- What?

- You'll be leaving soon.

I took it upon myself to enroll you.

In the summer courses at GYU.

You start in a week.

- What are you talking about, Ma?

- I'm talking about.

You going to college.

So I don't have to worry about

this Demon guy destroying your life.

- You can't do that, Ma!

- I can and I did.

And if you don't like it, it's my way.

Or the highway.

And it really doesn't matter anyway.

Because your father is gonna lock that boy up

for the rest of his life.

(Angel knocking)

- You shouldn't be here.

- I wanted to warn you.

My dad is coming. You gotta get out of here.

(dramatic piano music)

- Hey look, Pop.

I gotta go away for a while, man.

I left some money for you and Rita though.

I'll call you when I can, all right?

- That was you they was talking about on the news?

The dead cop?

Yeah, I figured as much.

- Man, they killed Murk, Pop.

Shit had to be done.

- Your name.

It's your motherfucking name.

You live up to that shit.

Yeah.

Son!

Remember what I told you.

You die like a motherfucking king.

Mob business.

- Got you.

- [Ice] Yeah.

(music continues)

- [Jeff] The commissioner says

we can't work this case, but fuck that.

It was one thing we was just

fighting these guys on the south side,

but now they infiltrated my home.

My fucking family.

We gonna end this shit once and for all.

(birds chirping)

- I didn't think you wanted to see me no more.

- I shouldn't.

I should be angry and disgusted, but.

All I can think about is kissing you.

- You know, you like the only good thing

ever happened in my life.

And now I done fucked that up too.

- I'm here. I'm not going nowhere.

(Jeff knocking)

- Ronald Montez!

How you doing, Ice?

- Fuck you, Conley.

- With all our history, thought I would get

a much warmer welcome than that.

- Well I ain't into all that small talk shit.

So what the fuck you want?

- I need to know where your motherfucking son is.

He killed a cop last night. My nephew.

And if he don't turn himself in,

I'mma bring the whole wrath of God down on that nigga.

- That supposed to scare me?

'Cause you?

You know that the Mob and the police been lifelong enemies.

So your wrath ain't nothing

but another motherfucking day in the streets for us.

- See, that attitude right there is why

you sitting in that chair right now.

- Nigga, you the motherfucking reason

why I'm in this chair right now!

The only goddamn reason!

- The reason is you had four kilos of cocaine

in your back pocket and you ran.

- That's what we doing right now?

- [Jeff] Yeah, that's what we doing!

- Okay, that's what we doing, Chief?

Then let's talk about it then, nigga!

- [Jeff] Yeah, yeah!

- Where the fuck that money at?

'Cause the news ain't saying nothing about y'all finding it.

And you and I both know they had a quarter million

stashed in that motherfucking house.

I guess yo bitch ass must've took a pay bump.

Or a bonus.

- I don't know what the fuck you talking about.

- Dad, Angel ran off.

Mom thinks she with him.

- [Ice] That your son?

- Yeah, that's my son.

- Detective Josh Conley.

- [Ice] Taking after your old man, I see.

- I am.

- Yeah, I can tell you some shit about this bitch ass nigga.

- Look, Montez, my daughter's with your son.

I need to know where he is.

- Oh shit, that little girl he been

bringing around here is your daughter?

- [Jeff] Yeah, it's my daughter.

- Well I'll be god damned.

Karma's a bitch ain't it?

- My daughter has a bright future ahead of her.

And she don't need to be caught up with yo ain't shit son.

Where is he?

- I ain't seen my son.

So get the fuck off my porch, nigga.

- All right.

You just remember I gave him a chance to turn hisself in.

- [Ice] Shut the fuck up.

- And Ice, for what it's worth?

Sorry that that happened, man.

That wasn't the plan.

But you ran.

- Nigga you trying to apologize?

You trying to apologize for sending

the motherfucking red dog to shoot me down

like some motherfucking animal?

Get the fuck off my property, nigga!

Bitch ass nigga!

- You got Angel's location.

- Yeah I do.

- I'mma take you to your car.

You go and find her.

And don't come home until you do.

You understand me?

- Copy that.

(lofi piano music)

- Hey look.

I'm finna get out of town.

They not finna let this shit go.

See, they gonna lock me up first or kill me.

- Well I wanna go with you.

- Angel, you got a good life.

You don't need these problems.

Probably shouldn't have even fucked with you.

- Don't say that.

I love you, Romelle Montez.

I see you.

You more than the things you've done.

(music continues)

- [Dispatch] All units stand by for bolo.

Be on the lookout for Romelle Montez.

AKA Demon.

Black male, approximately six feet tall, 180 pounds.

Suspect is wanted in connection with the shooting

of an APD officer and is believed

to be armed and extremely dangerous.

Affiliated with the South Side Mob.

Last known address in Zone 3.

May be driving a gray Jeep Wrangler with stolen plates.

Use caution.

Repeat, use extreme caution.

Notify Homicide and Fugitive immediately if spotted.

- Dad, I got him.

- [Jeff] That boy doesn't leave there without handcuffs

or in a body bag, you understand me?

- Copy that.

Get away from my sister or I'm gonna put you down, boy!

- Try me.

Your cousin fucked up.

- Angel, what are you doing?

Get out of the way!

- I can't let you take him, Josh!

- Are you fucking kidding me?

You gonna pick this nigga over your own family?

He killed Ty!

(gun fires)

Angel, move.

- Are y'all gonna stop loving me?

- What?

- If I choose him, are y'all gonna stop loving me?

- No, Angel, why would we do that?

No, that makes no sense.

- Then I choose him!

- Don't do that, Angel.

Don't do that!

Don't do this, Angel!

Stop! Get out of the fucking car!

Don't do this!

Fuck!

(tense orchestra music)

- Where do you think you're going?

- I'm leaving, Ma.

I don't wanna fight.

- You're not going anywhere, young lady.

- [Angel] I'm grown, Ma, you can't make me stay here.

- You're really gonna throw your life away

over a gangbanger?

I mean what are you thinking?

Angel, what about your life?

What about college?

Baby, what about law school?

- You wanted those things, Ma.

You and dad.

You guys never cared what I wanted.

(gun firing)

Oh my god! Demon!

(pulsating beat)

(intense electronic beat)

(Angel crying)

- [Angel] Demon!

Oh my god! Help!

- We need a rescue route to Chief's house now.

Montez is down with multiple gunshots to the chest.

(music continues)

- [Angel] Oh my god, no!

Stay with me, baby, please!

(crying)

- [News Anchor] And in a story stranger than fiction,

local Olympic track hopeful Aubrey Paris

is being arraigned today on attempted murder charges

after he allegedly shot a man multiple times

right in front of police Chief Jeff Conley's home last week.

In a strange twist, the victim in the shooting

is accused cop killer Romelle Montez.

A reported gang leader who was wanted

for the public execution

of Detective Tyree Conley, the chief's nephew.

Montez remains hospitalized in stable condition

under police custody.

Police would not say if the crimes are related.

We'll update this story as soon as we have more.

- Oh fuck.

What the fuck?

I'm sorry, Angel.

For everything.

I thought I could change.

I don't know what I thought.

But I am who I am.

So go find you one of them

college square type niggas and be happy.

- Romelle, I'm not leaving you.

(dramatic piano music)

- I ain't never getting out of here.

Just go live your life.

- But you don't know that.

Maybe I can help get you a lawyer or something.

- Baby.

I already accepted this shit.

This how it go for niggas like me.

Prison or death.

I knew that, and I still played it.

Gotta live with the consequences.

- So you just giving up?

You just gonna leave me?

- You about to go to college and all that.

You ain't gonna be having time

to check in on no prison nigga.

You don't want that burden on you.

- But what if I want it?

- I'm not gonna let you.

I'm not gonna hold you back.

You know you gonna always be my girl Angel though, right?

(officer knocking)

- [Officer] Ms. Conley, time's up.

- Okay, I'm coming.

(music continues)

- [Podcast Host] "And that's how our love affair ended.

"Ever since I experienced Demon,

"normal healthy relationships just don't interest me.

"I know it seems toxic, but I need that drama,

"that passion, that protection."

Hoo, you got it bad, honey child.

You got it bad.

(chuckles)

Well that'll do it for tonight's late night storytime.

I guess the moral of tonight's story is.

Don't fall in love with a demon.

♪ How long is too long, when I move on ♪

♪ If you love somebody, is it so wrong ♪

♪ To hang on if you love that body ♪

♪ What is lifelong if you're all alone ♪

♪ And you have nobody ♪

♪ Then they come along just to kick off ♪

♪ Just like everybody ♪

♪ I was patient in learning new things ♪

♪ Open to different things ♪

♪ You seem to not have the time of the day ♪

♪ Get careless when you need your space ♪

♪ I just needed a little of grace ♪

♪ In the process of all my change ♪

♪ Clearly we haven't been on the same page ♪

♪ 'Cause you said that you needed space ♪

♪ But I would wait for you ♪

♪ Said I would wait for you ♪

♪ Would you wait for me ♪