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Where do you want to go, boy?

Wherever you want
to take me, Pop.

- I'ma take you for a ride.
- Oh, yeah?

Are you still filming me?

Nah.

Okay, you want
something to film?

Give me something good.

Okay, I'm gonna give
you something real good.

Goddamn.

I sure look good in a Cadillac.

I'm gonna be drowning in so
much pussy driving this beast,

I'm gonna have
to build me an ark.

What you laughing at?
Don't laugh in my face.

I'm laughing at you, old man.

Give me that, give me that.

Shouldn't have bought
you this shit anyway.

- Now, what you got to say?
- That you lucky you my pops.

Otherwise you would've caught
these hands. You already know.

Oh! Well, you the best.
You the best, Junior.

You know why I
named you John Henry?

When you was born,

no more than a few
minutes out your mama...

God rest her soul...

the doctor put you in my arms,

and your brand new little hand
squeezed my finger so hard

I thought it was gonna snap off.

That day, I said,

"My boy's strong.

My boy's John Henry."

What you gonna do with
all that strength, John?

This motherfucker,
this motherfucker...

- Mr. Bark.
- Wolf tickets.

This motherfucker, this motherfucking
wolf, this motherfucker bark.

Whoo!

You about to get your
ass busted in some spades.

- Let's go, man.
- Let's go, John.

Quentin Tara-negro.

Watch this. I'm about
to fuck these niggas up.

This, nigga.

- Let's go. Let's go.
- This nigga.

Your hands can be nice all
day, nigga, but if I got heat on you,

what you gonna do?

- That's what he said.
- Uh. Uh.

I second that.
'Cause I keep two.

I want one of these.

Let me see somethin', man.

Let me see what you
look like holding that.

Get nice with them hands.

Just make sure, man,
when you pick up one of them,

you willing to pull that
motherfucking trigger.

Look at this shit, man! Shit!

Hell gonna burn my
ass for this, man. Fuck!

You gonna do something about this dent,
old man. I'm talking about immediately.

This disrespectful motherfucker
ain't hear me? Okay.

Oh, now you see me. Yeah,
that's what the fuck I thought.

Now, what you gonna do, old man?

What the fuck you gonna do?

- Domino, motherfuckers.
- Again.

Oh, man.

You always cheating.

One more hand like this, I'ma have
to take little mama to Red Lobster

for them cheddar
biscuits, you feel me?

I can buy my own
biscuits, motherfucker.

And the doctors say you
shouldn't be eating gluten

on account of your
hypertension anyway.

- Don't I get a cheat day, baby?
- Absolutely.

If you want to die by a
cheddar biscuit, have at it.

- Ah, them must be some good biscuits.
- It's fire.

Hell, yeah. I'ma start
selling biscuits and bitches.

That way, you can
hire your sister, nigga,

'cause her pussy
taste like biscuits.

How you gonna talk about
my sister like I ain't sittin' here?

Yo, quit holding that
blunt, motherfucker.

- Pass that shit. Puff, puff, pass.
- Man, fuck you.

Fuck you too, nigga.

Anyway, this nigga said
Tamika is a compulsive-ass liar.

That bitch lie about everything.
You can ask anybody.

You can ask her
sister, this nigga.

Everybody know Tamika Lotterberry
is a compulsive motherfucking liar.

You see, this nigga
ain't saying shit.

When the last time this nigga had
his mouth closed about anything?

Feeding time.

Like, this shit is going
on under the table, right?

Oh, nigga, but am I
lying, though, cuz?

- No.
- See? Exactly.

So I take Tamika to
Dockweiler Beach, right?

Nice sunny day and shit.

This bitch start the day
off telling a lie so foul,

if I said the shit right now, it
would open up a new dimension

or some CERN-type shit.

All I'ma say is, this bitch
gonna try and tell me

that I didn't see some
shit I clearly seen her do,

and the reason was because she said it
was a full moon, and motherfuckers see

all kind of crazy shit
during a full moon.

I'm looking up, I'm like,
"But, bitch, it's daytime."

- You know what I'm saying?
- High noon in this motherfucker.

Exactly.

That's what I mean.
Unnecessary-ass lies.

Now y'all know me.
I'm usually cool, calm,

collected-ass nigga, right?

But this nigga's sister
always bring the beast in me.

So I had to tell that bitch
that day, "Listen, bitch,

you lucky you my
nigga's sister, feel me?

Or I would shoot your
ass where you stand."

This bitch get all hurt
feelings about the shit.

She like, "I'm about to
call my bro right now."

I was like, "So?
Call that nigga."

When she called you and
told you what happened, nigga,

your own flesh and blood,
nigga, what the fuck you say?

Trip. I said, "You lucky you my
sister, or Smoke woulda killed your ass."

I done told her this shit more than
once, but she coming to my job, she like,

"Bro, I broke everything
in this fucking house."

I'm like, "What the
fuck you do that for?"

Exactly. Bragging about
that shit like that shit is cool.

Come into my house and broke my
goddamn candle I got from Pottery Barn.

That fresh-linen smell.

The nigga got a candle from
Pottery Barn. What the fuck?

- I don't know what Pottery Barn is.
- Where the fuck you shop at?

- Pottery Barn?
- I just said Pottery Barn.

And then she broke my TV.
Whatcha gotta say about that?

- My TV. Right.
- That's all bad.

My coffee table, nigga. You
know the shit you put your rice in?

Real nigga rule number 303:

Never argue with a
bitch where you live.

You put that bitch out. What the fuck
is wrong? What's on your bird, nigga?

You fucking hear the story?

- We argued, then we fucked like crazy.
- Man, fuck all that.

Domino, motherfucker.
Low man, get up. Dark.

Shit, I don't give a fuck, man.

Y'all be on some Jerry
Springer shit anyway.

That's why I pay for
my pussy, my nigga.

I nut, nigga, they leave.

Uh, the fuck you doing?

- Here we go.
- I can't try out the new merchandise?

Fuck no, nigga. I just
got these bitches clean.

Baby, hold up.

Let that nigga try
the new merchandise.

It ain't like he gonna stretch the
bitch out. Nigga dick too small.

You wrong for that, but
you kind of right though.

Fuck y'all, man.

Shit, y'all niggas ain't
never seen my dick.

But one of these
bitches about to.

Fine, but not that one.

Fuck it. I'll take
this one then.

- No!
- She's a fighter!

Oh, yeah, I'ma have
some fun tonight.

- Have fun, my nigga.
- Come on, bitch.

What?

Y'all motherfuckers are
trash, and you know it.

Oh, nigga.

This bitch...

- Look at this bitch.
- Oh, no. Hold up, hold up, hold up.

Tiffany, hold the fuck up. When the
last time you wash your fucking feet?

Them shit's black
than a motherfucker.

- Man, I took a bath today.
- Now, Tiffany,

when you got in the bath, did you
get in on your motherfucking hands?

Kiss my ass.

Motherfucker, yo!

You good?

Goddamn.

- No, no, no. It's me, it's me. It's me.
- Emilio!

Sí.

Vámonos.

Oscar?

Police! Open up!

- Freeze!
- Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, drop it, or I'll shoot.

I said drop it, buddy!

All right. I'm dropping
the gun, all right?

Evening.

We're doing a sweep of the
neighborhood for some kids involved

in a nearby gang shooting.

Probably illegals.

I'd like to come inside,
take a look around.

I ain't seen no kids.

I wasn't asking.

You don't have a warrant.

You know I don't need one.

I ain't seen no kids, sir.

Unit Five, identify.

You stay safe, now.

Are you hungry?

My name is John Henry.

Okay. Um...

Mi nombre John Henry.

Did I say that right?

I don't know much Spanish.

Berta.

Berta?

- John.
- Shoulda named you

"dumb-ass motherfucker,"
what I shoulda did.

Bringing in gutter
bitches off the street

and feeding them
sandwiches and shit.

BJ. Padre.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Don't tell gutter bitch my name.

Don't call her that.

That's where you found
her, ain't it? In the gutter?

Ain't a place bitches
usually end up by accident.

- Pops.
- Oh, man, this is ridiculous.

Next thing, you be bringing
John Dillinger in this motherfucker.

Padre... loco.

You got family?

Uh, ¿padre?

¿Madre?

Hermanos.

Where?

I don't understand.

Gone.

She says they're gone, John.

I lost someone today too.

You can stay here tonight.

Tomorrow, I'll see what I can do

to get you somewhere safe.

It's the best I can do. ¿Sí?

Man, she didn't understand

a goddamn word you said.

I was thinking maybe she
could just get the general tone

of what I was saying.

Tone?

Tone.

Goddamn.

- What?
- When did you learn Spanish?

1989, night school.

I was getting it on with
this Puerto Rican girl

I met at the swap meet.

She'd talk all this
nasty shit in bed.

I want to know
what she be saying.

- What was she saying?
- I don't know.

She caught me fucking her
sister before I finished the classes.

Something wrong?

Good luck.

With what?

First time?

Is that...

that you, John Henry?

Tasha, Compton High.

I know I gained a
few in 20 years, but...

No. You haven't changed at all.

Yes, I have, and I am
proud of every pound.

Put some respect
on this thickness.

Sorry.

No, I was...

I was... I was just
playing with you.

Look, a lot of fathers
come in here all nervous

when their daughters
become women.

I, um... I didn't
know you were one.

Um, a father.

No. Um, it's for my niece.

Um, she's visiting
from out of town.

I'm not a...

I mean...

I don't have any of my own.

You don't have to be
embarrassed about that.

I don't have any either.

Really?

So, um,

what do you recommend?

Um, well, if your niece
is anything like me,

then I think she'd like...

this one.

You remember this?

Do you remember this?

Yes!

Thank you, Tasha.

Ooh! Pops' new whip.

I look good next to
it, probably, don't I?

Ah, you see me, Pops?

Say you guys shouldn't
be cool or some shit.

How you, like, if the cops
told you they found a body?

Don't never leave the bodies.

- Don't ever leave a body?
- No, don't ever leave the bodies.

Where you put it?

That way, you don't never
leave their families to grieve.

They always going to
wonder if they ever out there.

Shit! Get out of here! Go!

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to yell.

You don't understand me anyway.

Probably for the best.

I never had much to say.

I had a friend back
in school try to help.

She did her best.

But never much helped
me with words or nothin'.

Did get me started drawing.

I never did get the
hang of drawing dogs.

Talby deserved better.

That's bullshit,
and you know it.

Go to sleep for a few hours
and wake up in Tijuana.

She's from Honduras,
John, not Mexico.

She's also a goddamn liar.

Okay, slow down.

- What is she lying about, Pops?
- This bitch...

Berta said that in Honduras,

they got bats that are white.

And?

And she's full of
shit, that's what.

Been around a long time. I've
seen a lot of fucking bats in my day.

I ain't never seen no white bat.

You never been
to Honduras either.

Bats are black or brown, John.

If she seen a white bat,

it probably 'cause it covered
with motherfucking cocaine.

Damn coked up-bats
probably flying around,

- looking for a dick to suck.
- Idiota.

That word I understood.

I don't give a damn
what y'all think.

Bats are black, John. Berta.

Bats are black.

Too much white in the
world already, if you ask me.

Mi nombre...

Dude, I'm from Reseda.

Berta said you were
her brother. I thought...

Yeah, half.

Look, I appreciate all this
hospitality and everything,

but this is a family matter.

I'd like to get my
sister and get out.

Don't look like she wants
to go with you, hotshot.

Yeah, well, she'll
get over it. Vámonos.

No.

Goddamn it. After all
this shit that I just went...

Man, fuck you.

All right.

- What's that for?
- Your gun.

Put it in the napkin.

- Relax. It's not loaded.
- Doesn't matter.

It does to me. It's my gun.

Inside these walls, it's my gun.

Hey, hey. Don't look to him.
You don't know him. Look to me.

She says to give you the gun.

That ain't all she said.

Fine.

You satisfied?

I said, "My boy's strong."

So why is she so mad at you?

- Because I left him behind.
- Who?

Oscar.

How 'bout we start
from the beginning?

About six weeks ago,
I got this in the mail.

It's from her and
her brother, Oscar.

She drew the
flower on it herself.

What does it say?

It says their mother was killed,

so they're coming
to find their father.

Which is you?

When you start
fucking, boy? Nine?

It wasn't meant for me. It
was meant for my father.

He was in the military.

Spent some time stationed
in Honduras in the '90s.

Apparently, he left
pieces of himself behind.

His liver gave out on
him about a year ago.

Drank himself to death without
anyone even knowing he was drinking.

Fucking Catholics, right?

Anyways, I, uh,
got that postcard.

I just figured it
wasn't my problem.

Just threw it in the drawer
and... and moved on.

And then yesterday...

Listen, whatever you guys
are selling, I don't want it,

but go ahead and pitch it.

I'm bored as fuck.

These little shits came
all the way from Honduras

based on nothing but a
return address on some letters

my father sent their
mother over the years.

I don't know, man,
but they can't stay here.

Berta said if they would've
stayed, they would've been killed

by the same gangs
that killed their mother.

Four thousand miles
packed like cattle on trains

on the back of smuggling trucks,

past the cartel and ICE,

just to end up on
my fucking doorstep?

Look, man. I deal pills for a
friend of mine from Hollywood.

He was looking to move
some product in the Valley,

and I know a lot
of junkies, so...

I still barely get
by, you feel me?

I got enough problems
already. I couldn't handle another.

All right, don't be late.

So what did you do?

My friend said there
was a shelter in Hollywood

that helps migrant kids.

I was just gonna drop them there
and get high till the guilt faded.

Berta! Berta!

Berta!

I've seen that cross before.

My connect, he used to get
his supply from a Compton gang

led by some dude
with a metal jaw.

All his people, they have
that cross tatted on them,

like some kind of
brand or some shit.

But he stopped fucking with them when they
went from dealing drugs to dealing women.

Look, I know I just met her,
but I got her into this shit.

She's family. I had
to do something.

How many?

How many what?

How many did you kill?

I think, like, six. Why?

That's how many bodies you owe.

The girl.

Don't make me ask you again.

I didn't hear a question.

Shit. Man, what the
fuck is your problem?

You told me to snatch
bitches, so I snatched them.

How the fuck was I supposed to
know her brothers were shooters?

Man, that little fucker
came out of nowhere, man.

It was an accident, man. You know that
wasn't my fault. Man, that wasn't my fault.

Say "ah," motherfucker.

Give her space, kid.

I got her into this.
I can get her out.

I think it'd be safer if you
both stay here for a while.

Till things cool down.

Listen, I appreciate it,
but I can manage, all right?

Yeah?

You know anything about engines?

It almost turned over that time.

Hold on. I think I got it.

You're a Raiders fan, huh?

Since the days of Marcus Allen.

Used to sneak into games with
my cousin when I was Berta's age.

My dad was a big
Raiders fan too.

Couldn't believe they
brought two teams to LA,

and neither was a
team that LA fucked with.

Right?

That they built a stadium in
Inglewood was insult to injury.

- Won't let us have nothing.
- For real.

How'd you find her?

Berta?

How did you know
which house she was in?

I went with my connect on a
pickup one time down that block.

I just figured it was
the best place to start.

As luck would have
it, when we got there,

there she was, looking out the
window like she was waiting for us.

- So, good luck.
- Yeah.

Must've been good luck that
you had all those guns ready too.

Look, man, I already know
where you're headed with that shit,

and I ain't even like that.

I deal some pills
to some friends.

That's as deep as I
get in that crime shit.

Just asking. No judgment.

So why you helping us?

Why wouldn't I?

'Cause we're strangers.

Because just by having us here,
you're putting yourself in danger.

You have no reason to help us.

Try it now.

What's up, Hell?

John motherfucking
Henry. What's good, boy?

Hey, yo, I was just telling
shorty about my cousin,

the motherfucking killer
with the hands of steel.

I bet they still cleanin' that
nigga brains off the pavement.

My nigga, you stomped
his shit into spaghetti.

Whole hood talkin'
about that shit.

I've been calling you all day,
though. Where the fuck you been at?

Hey, yo, bitches, leave.

What's good,
nigga? You straight?

Yeah, I'm good.

Nah. Feel like you came
here to say something.

Say it.

I just...

Let me guess.

The nigga you stomped
out got you a little fucked up?

It's understandable. Hey,
first body gets everybody, man.

You should've seen
me after my shit, man.

The first two days, nigga,
I ain't leave my room.

Couldn't eat. Couldn't
shit. Couldn't sleep.

Real shit.

You know, I don't be telling niggas
shit like this, but you family, right?

You ain't got no reason to be
embarrassed. You did good, and...

my nigga, I got the
footage to prove it.

Nigga, check this shit out.

Whoo!

Nigga, I went back and snatched
the security footage last night,

just in case
anybody try to snitch.

Yo, my nigga,
this shit is so raw!

I bet you I could sell
this shit at the swap meet!

But, hey.

Real shit, you saved my life.

I ain't gonna forget that.

I'm out.

You know, you
my cousin and shit,

and I love you, but you acting
like a real bitch right now.

What, nigga? What I'm
supposed to be scared of?

Come on, nigga. You want to
stop banging after your first body?

What? You know that
nigga got people, right?

You know his people
gonna come for us, right?

So if you scared of that
shit, yeah, you a bitch.

- I don't give a fuck if you are family.
- So they come. Then what?

Huh? We kill them?
More come, we kill them?

More come, we kill them?
Huh? When do it stop?

It stop when I'm on
the fucking throne,

and you right next to
me cracking heads, nigga.

We were talking about this shit since
second grade. There ain't no plan B.

Ain't no way out.

Nigga, I'm not
gonna be a statistic.

I'ma be a fucking king.

- There's other ways to make money.
- Man, fuck that.

It ain't about money,
nigga. It's about respect.

All right? You got
bullets for hands, nigga,

and if you don't make
niggas respect that,

then, shit, you might not make it to
your next birthday, nigga, real talk.

Is that a threat?

It's a prediction.

You know what? Hold on.

I got something that
gonna change your mind.

Relax, nigga. It
ain't gonna sting.

I know.

Go ahead.

Take it.

Take that shit, man.
Take the shit. Take it.

John! John!

He hanged himself, boy, I said,

with his body on the tree,

that we might die to sin
and live to righteousness.

By his wounds, you
have been healed.

Peter 2 and 24.

- Do you like it?
- He'll be right there by himself.

We going everywhere now.
It ain't no sections no more.

We going wherever we want to go.

We go somewhere else, we see
somebody on the corner selling dope

that shouldn't be selling dope,
'cause he don't work for us.

So you gonna kill
me to get the paper?

You didn't see that nigga
burn that nigga. I did.

Nigga, I don't want to
be on the end of that.

What's that?

You don't remember me, bro?

Where you from?
What's happening?

We got to get off the block,
or there's gonna be hell to pay.

With your right
hand, you saved me.

Psalms 138 and 7.

I'm not gonna be a statistic.

Nearly broke my back
trying to get that stain out.

Gram.

Where is he?

They don't tell me where
he go or when he coming.

When's he coming back?

There's no way to know, sugar.
Like I said, he don't tell me nothing.

If you want, I can call
you next time I see him.

I'll wait.

Figured as much.

Deliver the bodies
in 24 hours...

or burn with 'em.

No, no, no.

This ain't a rap video. Point
the gun like you mean it.

Good.

Now, when you aim, look
down the end of the barrel.

Keep your hand steady

like you got a hand on a titty.

Steady, steady.

Good. You know something?

You gonna be the
next Cleopatra Jones.

You'll be shooting bad
guys all over the place.

Hey. Oh, so I have to give my gun
to John, and you give her your gun?

Hardly fair.

Was it fair...

that I had a stroke at 52

and lost all practical
use of my penis?

My dick was legendary, son.

Legendary.

Every fine piece of ass
from Inglewood to Alhambra

had a taste of BJ's hammer.

Then boom.

Soft for the rest of time.

Ain't nothing never,
ever gonna be fair

in your whole
motherfucking life, kid.

Get used to it now.

I am.

Well,

you don't got to
worry about John.

He can't even touch a gun
without having a fucking conniption.

Is that what that
napkin thing was about?

He had an accident...

when he was young, with a gun.

What kind of accident?

He shot the devil.

Everything cool?

Why is she smiling like that?

I don't know.

Fuck he doing in there?

John!

Can someone in this motherfucker
tell me what is going on?

I never could get Talby right.

But she did.

Thank you, Berta.

Dad, take Berta.

I need Emilio's
help with the engine.

Yeah.

It's not the car.

We need to talk.

What's up?

What's this?

Your way out.

Where did this come from?

Doesn't matter.
Take it, take Berta,

and get as far away from
here as you can, tonight.

No, man. I can't take money
if I don't know the source.

Especially if it comes in a bag full
of cash. How much money is in here?

Fifty thousand. It's better
you not ask me where I got it.

Shit, I'm not.

Where'd you get this
money from, John?

You bounce out, then come
back with a bag full of cash?

What kind of shit you into, man?

All right. The bad-ass
with the metal jaw?

- Yeah?
- He's my cousin.

We've got a history, but he's
willing to look the other way

as long as you leave
town in the next 24 hours.

Wait, hold up.

Your cousin Hell gave you

a bag full of cash
to give to me?

You expect me to
believe that shit?

I expect you to take the money,

take your sister,
and start fresh.

No, fuck that. Why'd
he give you this money?

I need you to trust me.

Please.

Uh, Berta would
like to say grace.

Please.

Amen.

Amen.

How come you never make
no food like this for me, son?

'Cause you never drew my dog.

Mmm.

I'll paint the ceiling
of the Sistine Chapel

if I can get food like
this served every night.

Was her mother an artist?

I don't know. I
never thought to ask.

Before you decided to
get rid of her, you mean.

Your sister.

Before bringing
her to the shelter.

Mm. Like I said.

You didn't want to have
her disrupt your lifestyle.

Pills, right?

Pops.

Don't disturb me,
son. I'm talking.

It's cool.

Fine. He's right.

- What's she saying about Oscar?
- Nothing.

She wants to know when
they're gonna save Oscar.

She says he's still alive.

Is he?

Not dead.

How do you know?

I...

I feel him.

Oscar.

Not dead.

You see?

What am I supposed to do?
She's not gonna listen to me.

Tell her the truth.

The truth?

The truth.

The truth.

Emilio!

Still got it.

- Let's go.
- No! No!

¡La pistola!

How are you standing?

Adrenaline's a
hell of a drug, son.

Now, don't worry about my legs.

Worry about how we
get the fuck out of here.

They got shooters at both doors.

The A/C.

You know we can't
fit through that hole.

She could.

Hell, no. Berta can shoot.
You can't. I need her.

It's the only way
she's gonna make it.

Get out of here.

I'll hold the door.

Go, then. Come on. Go, son, go.

Go ahead.

You want in here?

Well, this is BJ Henry's
house, motherfucker!

No!

No!

I'm BJ Henry, and
my dick is legendary!

Twenty-four hours?

Damn.

That's my mistake.

We all owed at least...

at least one mistake.

Right, John?

Why?

Respect.

What?

I told you not to shoot him.

- But he was...
- He was supposed to see this.

You know why I
named you John Henry?

No.

What are you doing here?

I... I came to pick up
the kids like you asked.

I... I guess I was too late.
What... What happened here?

Hell.

- Where...
- He leaves no bodies.

Then why did he leave you?

So I'd feel it.

Okay, we need to
get you to the hospital,

or you're not gonna be
feeling anything pretty soon.

Don't worry about me.

There's something I gotta do.

Something fucking stupid, I bet.

All that talk in school about how
you're not about this life, and now...

now look at you.

You should go.

Yeah, and you should
go to the hospital.

So I guess we both ain't
doing what we should.

Here you go.

Do you still like it sweet?

- Sweet's just fine, Gram.
- Yeah.

It's my birthday today.
Did you know that?

I wouldn't remember if it
wasn't printed on my ID.

I never liked birthdays.

Always felt if you
know your age,

you live that age.

Want to know how old I am today?

Eighty-two.

Eighty-two years old.

Still smoking cigarettes
and waiting to die.

They say these
things will kill you,

but they sure is taking
their sweet-ass time with me.

Where is he?

Yeah, Helen's daddy was
the first of my sons to pass.

Your daddy was the last.

Good thing you never had
any children, John Henry.

You never got the
chance to outlive 'em.

Hmm.

Gram.

Where is he?

You know I can't tell you that.

- He...
- I knowed what he done.

I know everything
that boy's done

since the first time he
walked through my front door

looking for a roof
to sleep under.

My mama said even the
darkest soul can still see the light.

I tried.

It's my birthday today.

It's all right, Gram.

It's all right.

Eighty-two years old...

and all I ever
seen was violence.

It ain't ever gonna stop, is it?

It ain't never gonna stop.

Thanks for the tea, Gram.

Don't go, John Henry. You're not
like him. You don't have to do this.

You really believe that?

Second drawer, left of the sink.

He still gets his mail forwarded
from them houses he run.

Bills and such.

As he don't trust the
people working for him.

I think he just don't want nobody
to see his name on them envelopes.

If you see the gas bill,
could you carry it to him?

It's past due.

John Henry.

Nearly split his mama in two.

Goddamn, you big.

Hey, hold up. I got
some questions.

Like, how'd you
get so fucking big?

Protein shakes? Red meat?

Man, I'm trying
to get big like you.

My mom say I'm in for a growth spurt,
but she been saying that for three years.

You don't talk much, huh?

That's how my Uncle Kenny is, at
least till you get a bit of Henny in him.

So what you doing on
this block? You with Hell?

You gotta be if
you're on this block.

I ain't with Hell.

Then what you doing over
here with that big-ass hammer?

You gonna get murked, my guy.

- What's your name?
- Deydey.

My name is John Henry.

Fuck that vape shit, nigga. This job
would be so much better if we could smoke.

Real talk, my nigga.

I want to smoke bad as a
motherfucker too, but you know the rules.

No smoking on the job.

Orwellian-ass
rule, if you ask me.

Shit. I, for one, work
better when I'm high.

All right, "I, for one," go
ahead and smoke yours.

Hell find out you been chiefing
that monkey fur on the job,

he gonna burn your ass. Watch.

You gonna snitch?
You gonna tell?

- Fuck you, nigga.
- "If Hell find out," man.

I fucking...

use this motherfucking car
lighter so goddamn fast, nigga.

All right, nigga. Whatever.

Light it up, light it up.

Front, middle or back?

What the fuck you
talking about now? What?

Like Human Centipede, nigga.
If you was in a human centipede,

where would you rather be, nigga...
the front, the middle or the back?

Freak-ass nigga. I told you
to stop sex-playing me, man.

I ain't with that shit!

How am I sex-playing
you? I just ask you, like...

- You ain't never seen The Human Centipede?
- What? Uh, what?

The Human Centipede,
nigga. This German scientist,

the nigga sewed together three
motherfuckers, ass to mouth.

It's on Netflix.

What the fuck he do that for?

I don't know. White people
be doing all kind of wild shit.

Your ass go to jail too much.

See, you keep contributing
to that recidivism rate, man.

Stay your ass out of jail.
Quit looking for that boy pussy.

There's plenty of women
out here for you, man.

I'm not looking for
any boy pussy, nigga.

I'm trying to put you up on
game, nigga, and letting you know,

like, what they doing out
there in fucking Germany.

Man, I don't want to know
about fucking Germany

or no fucking centipedes

or no goddamn
salamanders or nothing, man.

I just want this fucking bread.
Corey, what's wrong with you, man?

Just making conversation.

What kind of
conversation is that, though?

I don't know, nigga. You the one up here
using words like "recidivism" and shit.

What does that mean?

That mean when
niggas go to jail,

and-and they keep going
back, to go to jail, nigga.

I know what the fuck I'm talk...

What the fuck?

You picked the wrong
day to go 5150, bro.

So this the scary room
where y'all kill niggas?

So who we waiting on?

Yo, Hell. What's
up with your man?

Y'all fucking with me, right?

Shit.

- How the fuck...
- It's what I do, bitch.

Yo, it ain't gotta
go this way. Please.

I'm ride or die with
you, Hell. This all I got.

Bitch, the ride is over.

This about that big nigga?

That what this is about?

Yo, I was just
trying to help you.

Kill him.

Kill him?

You want me to kill him for you?

Five minutes ago, you was gonna
kill me for some nothing-ass shit.

Now you expect me to do
what you say? Fuck outta here.

You fucking with
the wrong one today.

Really?

So what you gonna do?

Come on, man! Don't do this!

Yo, I don't even
know this nigga!

Ah, shit!

No!

You know why I
named you John Henry?

Motherfucker's
beating that car up!

Damn.

BJ sure did love that car.

Keep my father's
name out your mouth.

Ooh.

So aggressive, John.

Always knew you had it in you.

Then you should
know I'm not done.

You know, you could tear
my empire down brick by brick.

Doesn't change the fact that we got the
same blood coursing through our veins.

Nigga, we family.

Not anymore.

Is that a threat?

A prediction.

You ready?

Lay down, John.

You know, I don't
use a gun either.

But not 'cause of no PTSD
shit or nothing like that.

Nah.

I don't use a gun
because I don't have to.

It ain't enough to just
kill niggas anymore.

Nah.

Now you've got to kill
what they believe in.

This is Oscar?

You know, you
asked me once before,

"When does it end?"

Truth is...

it never ends.

Heavy lies the crown.

Watch how I keep it.

Deydey, what the fuck
you think you doing?

Get your ass over here!

Savage, shoot him!

Nah.

John, I know you. Don't do this.

We family, John! I know you!

You ain't no killer!

You know you ain't no killer!

I'm not a killer.

I'm John Henry.

I said...

"My boy's strong.

My boy's John Henry."

What you gonna do with
all that strength, John?

Thank you, John.