All language subtitles for Havoc.2005.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

[waves whooshing]

[seagull squawking]

[indistinct chatter]

So you want to know about us?

'Bout kids from the Palisades?

That's easy, right?

Our parents moved
to the ocean

and built walls
facing the other way.

They...send us
to private school.

They hire rent-a-cops
with uniforms

and make them drive around
in little Ford Escorts, see?

This sends a powerful message.

There's us and there's them,
inside the circle and out.

We live very sheltered lives.

[upbeat music]

[Bishop Lamont singing
"Welcome To Havoc"]

* Straight up off the block
with that Glock cocked *

* From the school of hard knocks
Sellin' rocks, duckin' cops *

*Raisin' hell *

* It's on, like Run-D.M.C.
but with automatics *

* You want some static, can't
top that. Welcome To Havoc *

* Straight up off the block
with that Glock cocked *

* From the school of hard knocks
Sellin' rocks, duckin' cops *

* Raisin' hell

* It's on, like Run-D.M.C.
but with automatics *

* You want some static, can't
top that. Welcome To Havoc *

* Look, don't even
bring it my way *

*It's like gettin' an atheist
to pay tithes on a Sunday *

* A waste of time,
a wasted mind *

* Found a side from the waist
to raise the nine *

* See, I'll make your soul
rise and shine *

*In the middle of the night
and go towards that light *

* Runnin' towards that light,
In the coupe, looking right *

* How you in your afterlife,
lookin' back in hindsight *

* Here, nigga
you got that iffy flow *

* If he flow a little better,
he might make a little dough *

* I'm a businessman,
fuck a rap star *

* What's the point
of sellin' millions *

* If you gotta rent a car

* Nah, it's the bishop,
no, not the deacon *

* I've been this way since
Doc Dre was rockin' sequins *

* Bad for the cause. And
the thugs, why they beefin' *

* Bustin' them slugs,
and niggas die every weekend *

*Straight up off the block
with that Glock cocked *

* From the school of hard knocks
Sellin' rocks, duckin' cops *

* Raisin' hell

*It's on like Run-D.M.C.
but with automatics *

* You want some static.. *

So, we dress gangsta.

We talk shit. So, what?
It's our thing.

[indistinct chatter]

See, basically,
the thing to remember

is that...well,
none of it really matters.

We're just teenagers,
and we're bored.

We are totally..

...fuckin'..

...bored.

[gasps]

How long have you identified
with gangsta culture?

I mean, I hate fucking..

...rich-ass white culture.

Shit's fucking wack..

...you know?

(male #1)
'You guys just wiggers trying
to borrow from the blacks?'

Nah, the whole world
jocks, sonny.

It's like, all the good shit
came from black people.

Do you like
anything white?

Yeah. Yeah.

Like my skinny
white ass, player.

(male #2)
'Yeah, bring it on, man.'

Yo. Fuckin' interview's over.
Let's go!

[Naledge singing
"Desperate Times"]

* Desperate Times
and desperate measures *

* You can bring anybody dawg
I'll take whoever *

* If you wanna fuck with us
get your shit together *

* But I don't think
you wanna fuck with me *

* Desperate Times
and desperate measures *

* You can bring anybody dawg
I'll take whoever *

(female #1)
'I don't think so, girlfriend.'

- What's up, dawg?
- Little rich bitches.

Yo, first things first, 'cause
someone fuckin' keyed my car

and your fuckin' bitch-ass name
keeps comin' up.

I'm gonna fuck you up.
Not your ride.

Oh, dang, excuse me, ma'am.

I should be talkin'
to your bitch instead, right?

Wha..? Huh? She wasn't talkin'
to Toby then.

Oh, what's that smell?
Damn, girl, close your legs!

Your whore looked a lot better
when she was down on her knees!

(female #2)
'You did not just do that
to my boyfriend.'

Shit, son!

Maybe you should've let
your bitch fight for you.

You know what I mean?

[grunting]

Oh, shit! It's on now!

I'm gonna fuck you up!

[screams]

Stop!

[grunts]

Ah! Shit!

[screaming]

[grunts]

Who you fucking with?

- Fuckin' bitch!
- Alli! Alli!

(female #3)
'Help!'

What's up? Bitch!

Get the hell off her!

(female #4)
Get off her!

[police siren]

* But I don't think
you wanna fuck with me *

5-0!

- Woo, woo!
- Go, go!

Go!

[sirens continue]

Come on!

Everyone alright?
You alright?

Go! Go! Go!

Fuck you!

[hip-hop music]

(male #3)
'Come on, son.
This is a Sunday.'

I been livin' up here in my head
for so long, it's like..

...I can talk to my own God.

'But y'all motherfuckers
can't feel.'

* Hypnotizing tantalizing

* When you're wining
it'll keep you dining *

* Before you touch
I've to get something *

* I need me a sexy thing

Hey, Eric. Good party.

Thanks. Well,
the lease is up next month

and most of the furniture
that we're still gonna use

is in Chicago with my mom.
No one's gonna notice anything.

So, that means you're not coming
back to school with us?

* Drive me crazy.
Girl your body.. *

(male #4)
'Damn! That's hot as shit.'

[laughing]

*Hey, yo. Hey, yo.
It's spitting...yo *

* Spittin' lines.
They yanked and it be over *

* Fuck it.
I'll leave you face down *

* You ashamed
'cause ya'll be sober *

* Then ya'll can
bask in my, my light *

* Then ya'll can bask in..

[all laughing]

Hey, Toby.

* How do you want it

* How do you feel

* Comin' up as a nigga
in the cash game *

* Livin' in the fast lane
I'm for real *

You better go get it, dawg.

* How do you want it,
How do you feel *

* Comin' up as a nigga
in the cash game *

* Livin' in the fast lane
I'm for real *

- That's my bitch.
- I'm his bitch, yo.

Right.

(male #5)
'Yeah, get 'em T.'

[music continues]

[gasping]

[moaning]

Okay.

- You like that, don't you?
- Yeah.

You're so fucking hot.

[grunts]

[moans]

Damn, girl.

Shit.

[panting]

[moaning]

[upbeat music]

(Eric)
'So, uh.'

Westsi-i-i-ide.

How are things at home?
With Alli?

You know, the home life.

I don't know.
They're cool, I guess.

I mean, her mom's pretty open
about the whole recovery thing.

Yeah. You know,
plenty of parents get sober.

I mean, her mom's, you know,
she's always working

like some twelve-step
or whatever.

I don't know. I think she's,
like, into art now or something.

There was a time that, like..

...you know, Alli would
come home and..

...you know, she'd find
her mom, like, passed out..

...and she'd have to call
an ambulance and shit.

I don't know. She was,
she was fucked up.

But that was a
long time ago.

She's fine now.

My pops' in A.A.

With the fuckin' Sex Pistols.

I mean, that's the kind of shit
that could make a guy

question like..

...like, what's really good?

Oh, you poor thing. Aw!

(Eric)
'You guys having fun, huh?'

[chuckling]

[crickets chirping]

[clock ticking]

Are you alright?

Yeah.

Just..

Same old, same old.

[grunts]

I'm glad you came over.

Love you.

Yeah.

[birds chirping]

[laughing]

- You're too much.
- Hi!

- Good morning, Daddy.
- Morning, girls.

Morning, Mr. Rubin.

Thank you so much for breakfast
but I really gotta run.

Allison, have some juice.

Okay. Thank you.

Talk to your parents
about Sun Valley.

- If you want us to call--
- 'No, no, no, I'll ask.'

Thank you. Thanks.
Alright. See you later, Em.

- Bye.
- 'Bye.'

(Mr. Rubin)
'Bye-bye.'

I can't believe someone
that hot is your friend.

Josh.

That's enough.

Mom?

Mom, Dad?

Hello-o-o?

[humming]

[sighs]

(female #5)
'Your daughter's here.'

Oh, great!
Thank you, Becky.

- Do you need anything?
- No. I think we're alright.

- Hey.
- Hi, honey. Mm-m..

- You're early.
- Yeah.

Oh. Cool.

[phone ringing]

So, are we,
we goin' to lunch?

- Yeah. I'm gonna grab my phone.
- Oh, great.

Doesn't it seem arbitrary?

People having to eat together

as an excuse to have
conversations?

You want to just shoot
the shit?

Okay.

So...how are you?

Um...I'm good.
Yeah, I'm good.

Uh...you?

I'm doin' alright.
I'm a little overworked, but..

Yeah, I'm sure. Always.

So, how's Toby?

Dad..

I mean, Toby, is he still
your boyfriend? Or..

Yeah.

I don't know.
I mean..

Whatever. I don't believe
in relationships anyway.

Hm. Why not?

Is it because
of your mother and me?

No.

What do you think
about mom and me?

As a couple,
our marriage..

How does it strike you?

I just, uh, thought
we could talk about everything.

Yeah. Um, well..

...Dad, if you're asking me
should you stay married

I say yes. Stay married.

Just make sure to make love
at least once a week

and continue therapy.

Fair enough.

Yo, Toby? Hey, honey.
Come pick up me, okay? Bye.

[hip-hop music]

* What

* This is crazy right now

*Let's go *

[police siren]

P.L.C. in full effect.

Well, I foresee another night
of driving around.

We'll get a fuckin'
paintball gun and head down

to Hollywood and pick off
some fuckin' tourists.

Yeah, where the B-L-V-D, son?
Where the Hollywood?

Where the real Hollywood at?

I'm talkin' about
the wax museum, nigga.

* Introducin' the Don Corleone

* Big Don's with canary stones

* Bounce with Pirellis
on them sawed-o shotguns *

* And pumps with the safety o'

* My niggas don't flip birds,
we somersault.. *

Yo, T, what we doing?

(Toby)
'This is what we doin', son.'

We're gonna hit up that ghetto.
We headin' east.

Word!

East? Wait, yo, east
like downtown east and shit?

No, east like fucking north.
Yes, we goin' east!

We're goin' to the hood. Oh-h
shit! I'm gonna run on this!

We holdin' it down
on these streets, nigga!

[chuckling]

Wait, really?

Are you s-what does
everybody say?

- I'm tellin' you, east!
- East.

- East. East!
- East!

- East!
- East!

East, east, east!

Hola, la cabron!
We coming for you!

[Luniz singing
"I Got 5 on It"]

* Creep on in,
on in *

* Whoa, see I'm ridin' high

* Woo

* Kinda broke you see me,
So, all I got is five *

* I got five

* Player, gimme some brew
and I might just chill *

* But I'm the type that likes
to light another joint *

* Like Cypress Hill

* I steal doobies, spit loogies
when I puff on it *

* I got some bucks on it
but it ain't enough on it.. *

(Toby)
'Fuckin' look at this shit!'

(Allie)
'Those people
are totally doing drugs.'

[speaking in foreign language]

[muffled shriek]

They're lookin' at us. They can
tell that we're nervous.

[giggling]

Shit. Hey, baby, let's get
to the main street, okay?

- We could get busted.
- Yes, sir, officer.

(Emily)
'Do you think
we should be down here?'

'Toby?'

[indistinct chatter]

[dog barking]

(Allie)
'Definitely
off the main street.'

What you want, homey?

- How 'bout some herb?
- How much?

I don't know.
How much for a quart?

One thirty.

I'll give you 90.

Come on, man. 110.

It's gonna be 110.
That's what it is.

- What you want?
- Ahem. Roca?

Twenty.

Hey, what the fuck, man?

You gonna stop counting your
money. It's 5-0 all around here.

- Here, here, here..
- You know that?

- Yo, yo, you owe me 10, change.
- Tob, chills!

(Sammy)
'Let's go.'

Fuck! This fucking shit's light.

- Toby. Toby. Toby!
- Relax!

- I'll fuckin' handle this.
- Yo, Toby, get back in the car.

- I can handle this.
- Get in the car.

Yo, dawg.

Man, this bag's fuckin' light.

You better back the fuck up
and get back in your car

before you get beat down.

Just gimme my money back
and you can get your bag back

We're outta here. Alright?
Here's your fuckin' bag and..

- Fuck.
- Toby?

See, now, gimme your
fuckin' money.

- 'No!'
- She didn't do anything.

Take the fuckin' money, man,
alright?

Get the fuck outta here.
It's my bad.

No shit. Get the fuck down!

- Toby!
- Allison!

[gun cocks]

[speaking in Spanish]

You don't know
how to fuckin' act, right.

- Ah, fuck. Come on, man!
- Yeah.

- Stop. Don't.
- Please. Please?

Please?

[Toby grunts]

You fucked this little fuck,
right here?

Huh? Does he pee all over
like that when he's with you?

- Huh?
- 'God!'

(male #6)
'Does he shit on himself,
you wipe his ass for him?'

Huh? The fuck is wrong with you?

Don't you ever fuckin'
come around here again.

Bitch.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

You know what I mean?

We started swingin' but my dawg
Sammy, he got my back and shit.

It went down fast.

We shook that spot, son.
It was some bullshit.

Yeah, that's what's up.
no doubt, no doubt.

Yo, but for real the P.L.C. will
go back in full effect.

A'ight? Ain't nobody
gonna be frontin'.

- Yeah.
- Ha-ha.

O-oh.

I'm gonna go handle
some business.

Be back.

- Hey.
- What's up, ma?

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- Shit was insane and crazy.
- Yeah, I know.

I'm gonna go back down there
and find that fuckin' punk ass

cholo and I'm gonna stick him.

- You know, it's okay.
- No. It's not okay.

Alright, Alli?
I'm fu-fuckin' hard!

A'ight? Nobody does that to me.

Come here. Gimme some sugar.

Um...I know
you're okay but..

if you want to
talk about it, it's okay.

It's cool.

I don't know.
Uh...l-look

it's just-just,
it's, uh..

I don't know. What do you
want me to say, Alli?

Fuckin' cholos got me.

- 'Hey, Toby.'
- What's up?

But it ain't gonna
happen again.

- A'ight? Believe that.
- Bye, Toby.

Okay.

Adios.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- I know what we need.
- What?

We need a girls' night.

Yes!

[hip-hop music]

Oh, my God, look at that guy.

He's, like, I'm gonna
fuck a teenager."

(Emily)
'Maybe your friends, too!'

Would you like another drink?

Oh! Yes, Richard,
I would love one.

Could you give her
an apple martini?

She's got to be getting
something, right?

(Emily)
'She is so good!'

'Mm-hm. She's owning
him right now.'

- Say, I've got some blow.
- Oh?

Watch and learn. He's got
his hand in his pocket.

Oh, quick, get the Viagra!

'Like, she's giving him
"fuck me" eyes.'

'"Fuck me" eyes, right now.'

(Emily)
'She's so good.'

- I'll be right back.
- Take her easy.

You just have
to watch and learn.

She owns him.
Here she comes.

- Oh, God.
- Right here. Come on.

Oh!

(Allison)
'Sweetie, sweetie, look..'

[sniffs]

Alright. I'm way too whacked.

I think he thought I was a pro.

You think he thought that,
like he would have paid me?

Oh, my God,
that'll be $1,500, please.

Alright. So, now that we're
wired, what are we gonna do?

Oh, Do po yu mee,
D-Do--

- Dopo Yume?
- Yeah.

I love them.
They're so dopo.

At the Roxy.

[laughs]

- I know. Let's go downtown.
- Oh, that worked last time.

No. Okay, you know that was
just Toby trying to be all hard.

There's a monetary zone
of geography

which we're
not allowed to pass.

No, okay, you know what?
Fuck that.

There's a whole
different world down there.

There's nothing new here,
the same old boring shit.

I mean, come on, Em,
you were there last night.

That was so fucked up!

Didn't it make your stomach
feel good?

- Let's do it.
- Okay.

- Okay.
- Let's do it.

- Okay.
- Okay. Let's go.

Bye!

[siren wailing]

[dramatic music]

- Say something.
- Okay, you know what?

I, for one, would just like
to voice an opinion

that this is crazy wack.
I just had to say that.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God!
- What?!

That guy's getting
a blow job. Ha-ha!

It's not fuckin' funny,
Allison. Shut up!

Oh, my God. Stop here.

Aren't they the guys--

- Yeah.
- Hey, Allison. Allison.

I got your back.

Want something?

Uh, yeah.
No, I don't..

Um, no.
I don't know.

Not really.

What are you smiling at?

I'm just, um...smiling.

What are your friends
smiling at?

I think they're having
a nervous breakdown.

[speaking in Spanish]

Oh, hi.

[speaking Spanish]

(male #7)
'Hey, let's go, homes.'

This is good.

Invite 'em to the party, homes.

- Nobody's gonna kill us.
- Yeah. They're gonna kill us.

Some stupid ass white pussy

and I'm horny
like a motherfucker.

One Minute. Boo!

[screaming]

[laughs]

[laughing]

You guys wanna come
to a party or what?

Yeah.

[upbeat music]

Hey! Whoa. Thanks.

This is so fucking intense.

No, it's just family.
You're welcome here.

(male #8)
'Hector!'

'Yo, Hector,
we got a situation, man!'

I'll see you later, okay?

- You guys.
- What?

I really think that we need
to call somebody right now.

[indistinct]

- Relax.
- No, I'm serious.

- Okay. Let go of my arm.
- Hey.

You rucas
want some tequila?

Do I get to eat the worm?

[chuckling]

Orale.

Si, bueno.

[speaking in foreign language]

What's she doing?

[gasp]

(Emily)
'Oh, my God.
Look at that.'

Please don't.
Al! Please don't..

- Right now.
- Go!

You guys, we should go!

Sasha!

Hey, move, homes.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Drinkin' that, man?
- Hell yeah, homes.

[speaking in Spanish]

Oh.

Hey.

- Hey.
- What's your name?

Thanks. I'm Amanda.

- 'Amanda.'
- 'Mm-hmm.'

- Thank you.
- You want to smoke rock?

Mm-mm. No.

You and me, man.
It is fucking brilliant.

- You think I look hot?
- Emily, you always look hot.

- You're just saying that.
- Oh, bullshit.

Girl.

Hm. Would you fuck that guy?

Yeah. But he'd fuck you
in a second if he could.

[chuckling]

I think I'm gonna
go talk to him.

Alright. Well, do it, honey.

But no dancin'.

Because it leads
to the hard stuff.

- Get your ass over there.
- Okay.

[chuckles]

Hi.

- What's up?
- Nothin'.

- What's your name?
- I'm Emily.

- Damn, Emily..
- Nice to meet you.

[chuckling]

Salud.

O-oh. Love it.

[giggling]

(male #9)
'Any new business
on Virgil, homes?'

Virgil? No.

[speaking in Spanish]

You know, we still have..

You know, maybe..

...we still have
a couple of..

Hey, Amanda.

[music continues]

You know, feeling young
and being cool..

Hey, what's up?
You guys like hip-hop?

- Hey, ese, that's my homegirl.
- Hey, don't talk like that.

- No, I'll be right back.
- 'What's the matter, ese?'

Hey, Em. Sweety.

Hey, I think we'd better see
about getting the girls

and gettin' home, Okay?

Okay.

Sorry.

(Allison)
'Hey I'll be right there.'

Hector,thanks.

I'm Allison.

Hey, check it out, I was gonna
move this party to a motel.

- You know, the Alvarado.
- Mm-hm.

That's bad, girl, what's that
face you got right there, huh?

It's not even like that.

It's just a place where you'll
be partying you know.

I've got a friend who
gives us a few rooms.

Kick back. Nobody abducted
your ass so far.

- Thanks for letting us chill.
- Yeah.

Hey.

Don't forget. Okay.

Alvarado Motel,
just south of 12th Street.

I can't believe we just
fucking did that!

Yo, Alli's, always on tip.

More fun than giving some rapper
a blow job at Jerry's Deli.

[chuckles]

It was hot.

- Do you want anything?
- 'No. Thank you though.'

Yeah.

We don't talk so much as leave
clues for one another.

I am not a latchkey kid,
I've got latchkey parents.

So, are your latchkey parents
the reason you decided

to join a gang?

Oh-h.

Poor little rich girl needs
the gang as mi familia. Funny!

Someone once said,
"Friends are just..

"...God's way of apologizing
for family."

How can I complain if I say
one word, it's like..

look at your life, There are
people starving in India.

There are people starving
in Santa Monica. You know?

I thought they take them
downtown to starve.

All I am saying is, you know
that's not an excuse.

I am not making excuses.

You don't have to get angry.
I'm just interviewing you.

I'm not getting angry.

Let me ask you something?

Hypothetically.

Is it possible that..

...all this
is really about you

being attracted...to me?

[chuckles]

Maybe, I don't know.

Oh, I think you do.
You are a smart guy.

You just don't know if
I feel the same way, so..

...you are playing hard
to get in your guy way.

It's so dishonest.

Have you noticed that when you
get serious, you stop talkin all

you know, street
and dope and shit.

I can be lot of people,
I can be like you.

Hm.

Gee, Dr. McConnelly your..

...position on cultural
ethics is fascinating.

And really applies
to the post-Clinton era

in American politics

I, just..

...I just cant wait till
I am old enough to vote.

Allison.

Do you want to be
a different person?

- Do you wanna make love to me?
- No, seriously though.

Isn't this with all
the clothes and the talk

you know, isn't
that what is all about?

No, seriously.

Do you wanna fuck me?

I am just trying
to get to know you here.

And you're acting like
a porn star.

Oh, God! My nipples are hard.
Oh, God, oh, God!

'Oh, my God, Eric.'

Eric, hooking up with you
would feel so good. Oh-h.

Do you ever
take anything seriously?

How do you know I'm not
taking this seriously?

'Cause this is
a fucked up power game.

[whispering]
Games are fun.

Could-could you
cover up, please?

Well, that's great footage, huh?

That'll really get
the math team going.

Yeah, thanks.

You know.

[sighs]

- What?
- It's nothin'.

No, Eric. What were you
gonna say?

Come on, I don't want
to hurt your feelings.

You're gonna hurt
my feelings?

Come on. Say it.

No, it's just..

You're one of the loneliest
people I've ever met.

[soft music]

[music builds]

[trumpet music]

[speaking in Spanish]

What you doin'
around here?

Looking all home girl
and shit.

- I always dress like this.
- Oh, yeah? Wow.

Here I am, trying to look
like I got the money

and you're tryin'
to look like me.

Fuckin' white people.

So, you shoppin'
like the other night?

'Cause you know
I got the real shit, huh?

- No. I'm just lookin'.
- You just looking, huh?

Yeah, so am I.
I'm just looking, too.

[indistinct]

[honking]

(male #10)
'Hey, Hector!'

Hey, why do you hang
out here all the time?

I mean, couldn't you make
more money somewhere else?

- What's up, Hector?
- Somewhere else?

Where the fuck you
want me to be at, huh?

Beverly Hills, sell
some rock on Rodeo Drive?

It's my world right here.
It's my home. It's where I live.

You know, I got my
homeys. I got my rucas.

Who the fuck am I
someplace else, huh?

Oh, hey, what's up?

Money comes to me, girl.

You make it sound
too fuckin' easy.

Hm. Oh, you think so?

Shit.

[soft music]

You know what the
most fucked up thing is?

People come around here
and they think that all we do

is sell drugs here, you know?

People live here.
People grow up here.

You know? Look up there.
My Tia Maria lives up there.

I got a few primos
who live over there.

What's a primo?

- Primo's a cousin.
- Got it.

Hey.

[speaking in Spanish]

Hey, hey, don't talk
dirty, homes.

She's here with me.

She didn't fuck you last time.

You think she's gonna
fuck you this time?

[speaking Spanish]

Leave her alone, homes.

[indistinct]

I don't think your
friend likes me.

He's my brother.
He's my older brother.

He's big-time here.

Listen, I wanna
show you something.

Come here.

[Allison chuckles]

Come here. Have a seat.

I want you to be
my eyes with me.

Look it.

Every body smokes rock.

Rock doesn't only get
the poor people off.

You got everything
got Mercedes, got BMW..

[siren blaring]

Vamonos!

[tires screeching]

- L.A.P.D.! Stay where you are!
- Oh, fuck!

Hands where I can see 'em!

(male #11)
'Come on, now, girl.
Let me see your hands.'

Hands on your head.
Interlace your fingers.

Put 'em on the back
of your head.

Let's go, Hector.
Spit out the cigarette.

- Spit it out.
- Easy. Come on.

'Let's go. This way.'

'Turn around.
Up against the fence.'

Let's go. Keep moving.

Spread your legs.

Spread 'em.

- You got some I.D.?
- Yeah.

Is there anything in here I,
hands on your head!

Is there anything in here
I need to know about?

- No.
- Knife? Needles? Gun?

Pacific Palisades.

You get lost looking
for Hollywood?

Spit it out! Spit it out!

Spit it out!

What we got?
40 worth of rock.

You should've swallowed it, Ace.
You're under arrest.

Yeah, I got something
you can swallow.

Come on, I want to talk with
you. You can drop 'em.

- 'Just tell me the truth.'
- No, listen.

I--I stopped
to ask for directions

because I missed
the ten by accident--

Okay, that's it. You're
underage, you're loitering.

You're going down
to the station.

- Oh, my..
- Get In the car!

Watch your head.

The cop started asking me
these really stupid questions

like, what's closer to you now,
the moon or Europe?

Fuck you is closer to me now.

I've been to Knott's Berry Farm.

[laughs]

What'd you do?

Hm? Me?

No, the debutante
sitting next to you.

'Fuck. Vice cop asked me
where my dick is.'

Darling, I did Axl Rose
and you don't get him

with a dick down there.

You don't got any Dilaudid
shoved up your ass

to get her to stop doing that.

No.

Positive?

You can check if you like.

[laughs]

Yeah. In your dreams.

- Allison Lang?
- Yeah.

'Your parents are here.'

Bitch got parents?

You got arrested!
With crack dealers!

Maybe this hasn't been the
easiest place to live lately.

Alright. Then we
talk about it.

'That's what we're
supposed to do.'

One of us has a problem,
we all talk it over.

Oh, right. Who are you kidding?

Who could ever talk to you
when you're never even here?

Well, I'm gonna make it
easy for you to find me.

You're grounded.

Hasn't she already
suffered enough.

And besides,
what good would it do?

Wha..

I don't want any soup, Mom.

What were you doing downtown
in the first place?

I was sick of
this phony life.

Alright, stop it,
stop it, both of you.

This whole thing
is just gonna go away.

Tomato or chicken with rice?

Alli, you're
so fucking down.

Like, doing hard
time and shit?

No. No, It wasn't like that.

I heard that you hit a cop
and you got into a knife fight.

No. No, no, guys.
It was more like...detentions.

See ya later.

Bye.

So, I wonder
what daddy thought.

Please. Daddy waved his magic
wand and it went away.

- Whoa.
- What's your problem?

Hey, what the fuck
is this I'm hearing?

Yo, she was in lockup,
motherfucker. What?

Well, going to jail
is fucked up.

What? It was
juvenile detention centre.

Did you go back down
to that fucking spot?

Huh?

Hey, shorty, you gettin'
a rap sheet?

The man gonna be fuckin'
three strikin' your ass, kid.

How're you gonna rep
it without the P.L.C, huh?

Yo, maybe she don't need
the P.L.C, motherfucker.

P.L.C is the only
family we got.

- Ooh, I'm scared now.
- Let's bounce.

Why you gotta be like that?

[bell ringing]

They don't even know
what a family is.

You don't wanna think
that you're with someone

just because everyone else
thinks you should be

because we're not assigned
to people, like you know

parking spaces and um,
and you do love him.

You know, I mean,
God, you've known him forever

and he's great and fun
and makes sense and..

So, yeah, the whole thing
seems predetermined, but, um..

...you find yourself
like...giving him a blowjob

and it feels like a performance.

Okay, it is a performance,
but...um, what I mean is

that...that you can't
like feel it.

It doesn't even seem real,
it seems like a dream

like you're just..

...sleep walking
through your life, you know.

(Eric)
'Hm.'

Does that make any sense?

Yeah.

But what...what is in a dream?

Okay.

Um, the other night
I was with Emily and we were

at this crazy party downtown
and...I don't know

we just sat there
together and..

(Eric)
'And what?'

I don't know.

I just love her, you know.
It seemed real.

So what was it like in there?

It was totally fucking real.
It smelled like puke.

And it was so bright
it made my eyes hurt.

And there were these hookers
in there and it was like

business as usual for them.

And this one white chick
who thought she was super bad

but you know I think
she just wanted

to appropriate my wardrobe.

I love your nails.

Were you scared?

Oh, I was scared shit.

I don't know.
I was helpless, but excited.

What if it's like

we're on our deathbeds and we're
looking back at our lives

and like all the guys we've like
loved and just like fucked and

and it turns out that
like the whole time, like

we were supposed
to be together.

[Emily screaming]

(Emily)
Oh, my God.

I don't think I
could go down on you.

Mm.

It's okay.

Oh, my God. Oh, I can't believe
I almost forgot this

I will be right back.

Okay.

You're gonna love this.

Super surprise.

Now...are you ready?

Super surprise.

The dark dungeon and..

- What is that?
- Put out your hand.

Crack cocaine.

- Where did you get this from?
- Whatever. A lady never tells.

Oh, my God.
How do we do it?

Um, okay, so I called the
drug hot line and asked them

what signs to look for
if my mom smoked crack.

They said little pieces
of aluminum foil everywhere.

So...you wanna
try it, right?

- Yeah.
- Alright. Cool.

Ready?

[lighter clicks]

- You're such a crack head.
- We are such crack heads.

Okay. Oh, shit. Go.
Just inhale it. Just..

Ah, shit.

- Shit, where'd it go?
- It splattered.

- It got me right there.
- Oh, mwah, I'm sorry.

[sobbing]

Whitney is right.

- Crack is wack.
- Crack is wack.

- Shit. Yeah, it is.
- Oh, my God.

That was fun.

Mm.

I wanna go downtown
with you.

You do?

Yeah, I don't know. I just want
to like feel it. I don't know.

Well, fuck you...bitch.

* Bounce with me,
bounce with me *

Yo, tomorrow after school.

- Really?
- Yeah.

* You don't gotta be rich,
but fuck that *

* How we gonna get around
on your bus pass *

* Before I put this pussy
on your moustache *

* Can you afford me? My niggas
breadwinners, never poor *

* Ambition gets me so horny

* Not the fussin'
and the frontin' *

* If you got nothin', baby boy

* You gotta get up, get out,
get somethin' *

* Shit, I like a lot a Prada,
Alize and rock *

* Late nights, candlelight,
can I get a cock *

[speaking in Spanish]

- Hey.
- Hey, Hector.

[speaking in Spanish]

I'm down. Okay?

Sixteenth Street por vida.

[speaking in Spanish]

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

[kids laughing]

That's the house.

Alright.

You look very hot.
Let's go.

[music continues]

Hey, what are you doing here?
Stop right there.

What the fuck, eh? They took us
downtown, held us for two hours.

They thought they could
get something outta you.

- I don't know anything.
- She didn't say shit.

Slow down, white girl.
I know she didn't.

Because they didn't arrest us.

Check it out.
This is a party for Javy.

- He just got baptized.
- Aw. Is he your baby?

No.

- No?
- Mm-mm.

We're gonna be kicking it
at the Alvarado later.

Maybe like in
about half an hour.

So we'll see you there?

- Yeah.
- Later.

[speaking in foreign language]

(Emily)
'Bye.'

[upbeat music]

What's up? Wake up, sleepy?

Hey, cerveza?

[indistinct chatter
and laughter]

[upbeat music]

[music continues]

- Let's roll.
- Yeah.

- Who's your papi?
- Joto.

Get him a fuckin' calculator,
this motherfucker, right here.

Twenty.

Bullshit.

Aah!

Aah!

I want to do the next one.
Okay, here we go.

Mexican.

(male #12)
'Ooh. I believe!'

I think, it's bullshit.

- I don't lie.
- 'Oh!'

- You gotta drink.
- 'Whoo!'

- 'Drink it, homes, drink it!'
- Here you go.

- 'Whoo! Very nice.'
- 'That's hot.'

Oh, I'm gonna get you
so drunk tonight.

[laughing]

- 'Oh, shit.'
- We'll see about that.

(male #13)
'You're her bitch, homes.'

- Go! Go!
- Whoo!

- Do that shit, man!
- 'Oh. Get it!'

Chupando como la
16th Street, cabrones.

Hey...can you ask?

You ask.

- 'I can't.'
- 'Why? Why can't you ask?'

- No, come on. You.
- No.

- You.
- No.

They like you better.

Okay. Okay.

Um...I gotta ask
you a question.

We were wondering
if we could join your crew.

Wh-what?

I mean, you know,
like, hang out with you.

Like, hm, yeah,
be in your crew.

You mean you want
to join 16th?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah?

Be all down and shit, like a
fuckin' O.G. in the house?

Yo, we're down, you know.
We just thought--

- Are you gonna work a corner?
- Ha-ha!

Huh? Move a little rock
of Bonnie Brae.

Like an after school job?
How about Beverly Hills?

Maybe you can open up
a fuckin' franchise, huh?

- Fuck you.
- 'Oh, shit.'

Oh, that's some
fucked up shit, homes.

[Emily and Allison laughing]

[people whispering]

No, no, no..

Not fuck me.

[speaking in Spanish]

She wants to join 16th.
What do you think about that?

Hey, pendejo.

[speaking in Spanish]

What? Okay. You know you wanna
make fun of us? We're gone.

- Hey, gabacha.
- My name's Allison.

- Allison.
- Ooh.

Allison.

Allison.

So you want to set
16th Street, huh?

Well, you gotta do it like
every other lady here, girl.

Well, what do we gotta do?

It's a dice game.

You got to..

...you got to do it
with our people.

You know what I mean?
You understand?

- Do it.
- Heh! Stop!

Each of you rolls one time,
but whatever number you get

that's the number
of my friends you take..

...in there.

Okay.

- But I choose the friends.
- Ooh. Look out.

Alright.

[Emily giggling]

Come on.

Yeah, come on, man.

[speaking in Spanish]

Alright, man.

Watch me bag
that shit up, homes.

Alright. Here we are.
You girls are down, right?

- Yeah.
- Who's going first?

- You?
- You.

I'll go first.

You?

[chuckling]

- Big six!
- Seven.

Oh, shit.

- Oh!
- One?

Just one.

So be thinking
about who you want, okay?

- It's your turn.
- Okay.

Whoa. Okay.

- Oh!
- Three?

- 'Yeah! Yeah!
- 'Three?'

Big three.

Three is cool.
I can handle three.

It's just sex.

Well, if it's just sex who do
you want to start with first?

[speaking in Spanish]

Ah, ha ha ha!

Alright. Hurry up, homes.

And you?

[panting]

Ugh!

Ha-ha-ha!

[panting]

Uh...stop.
I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry. I can't do it.
I can't, I can't do it.

No. Please.

No. Please. Please.

Em? Em, we can go.

Oh! I'm doing this.

What? No, Em. Come on.
Okay, listen to me.

All I ever do
is listen to you. Ha!

Fuck it. Let's go.
Alright? Come on.

- Get the fuck out of here.
- He said we could go, okay?

We're going, Emily.
Just, we gotta..

No, I'm doing this.

And I want Hector first.
Just let me do my thing.

[speaking in Spanish]

- Let's go.
- No. Emily..

- Let's go.
- What the fu..

Yeah.

Ohh. Harder. Harder.

Oh, Stop it!
Stop.

What the fuck
is wrong with you? Bitch!

(Allison)
'Emily? Emily?'

- Oh, my God. Emily. Emily.
- No! No!

- It's me! Emily! Shh! Shh!
- No!

- 'Look at me. It's me.
- Aah!

- Okay? Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- Eres loca.

I'm here. It's me. It's okay.

You're okay.
You're okay.

What the fuck is it
with you two?

What do you fuckin' want?

It's okay.
Let's go home, okay?

They're gone. It's okay.

I'm so sorry.

Okay, so, you're all aware
that the government bailed out

the savings and loan industry
in the 90's?

'We also talked about the
independent record label..'

(whispering)
Hey! Hey, where's Emily?

- I heard she went home sick.
- Went home?

'While he was serving time
in jail he used his thug image'

'to promote a successful
record company.'

Anyone see a correlation here?

Anyone? Allison?

Oh. Um..

...both are examples
of legal profiteering

from illegal activities.

'You want to connect the dots?'

Economics and ethics don't mix.

Individuals and governments both
pursue their own self interest

often, uh, carelessly and..

...no one's willing to take
responsibility for anything.

Good.

'Em?'

Em, are you there? Pick up.

Okay.

Call me, please.

Bye.

[car engine rumbling]

What the fuck you doing here?

We need to talk.
Can we just go..

Hey, whoa, stop.
Stop. Hey! Stop it.

Can you talk
to me for a minute?

What the fuck you playin'?

What you want, gabacha?

Why did you do that
to us last night?

Do what?

Huh? We did exactly
what you wanted us to do.

You wanted in 16th Street,
you didn't make it.

Hold it. You think
that Emily wanted that?

- Who? Emily?
- Yeah. Yeah, you know--

Emily? Cual es Emily? Oh, si la
chiquita, la putita? Huh?

The one who got drunk and played
us like a fuckin' punk, huh?

No, she wasn't playing. Alright?
That wasn't a game to her.

Bullshit! Everything's
a fuckin' game to you two!

You don't know me, okay?
You don't know shit about me!

Oh...that's where
you're wrong, girl.

I know everything
about you.

Yeah, I can see
right through you.

Everything to you
is a fuckin' game.

- You ain't real.
- That's not true.

Oh, it's true.

You ain't real.
I'm real, right?

There ain't nothin' real
about you.

Your talk ain't real,
your walk ain't real.

The way you dress ain't real.

Don't even copy 'em
from the real thing.

You fuckin' get it
from the TV.

Hector.

Momentito.

What you thought? Like I was in
love with you or somethin'?

'Is that what it is? Huh?'

I don't know where you belong,
but it ain't here, girl.

Fine.

That's the guy.
That's definitely the guy. Yeah.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- Do you know this guy?
- Yes.

Excuse me.

Yo. Come on.
Come on. We got to talk.

You want to tell me
what happened to Emily?

What the fuck were you guys
doing in some hotel room

in the slums
with another crew?

Shut up!

Alli, you fuckin' hear me?
I'm talkin' to you. Talk to me!

- Come on!
- Fuck off.

Yo, I ain't gonna let
this shit slide, Alli.

You're out the P.L.C.

Mr. Shapiro, we're here
to investigate a gang rape.

We just want
to talk to her.

Detective, Allison
knows nothing about it.

Her friend has been raped.
Allison was in the next room.

We just want cooperation

in identifying the man
who violated her friend.

I can't believe you think
that Emily was raped.

- And I hung out and watched.
- Alli, let Robert handle this.

Detective, Alli can't
be of any use to you.

She didn't see anything.
She can't identify anyone.

This is insane. I don't know
anything about a rape.

[indistinct chatter]

Those little bitches are
gonna testify against Hector

and put his ass away, homeboy.

[siren blaring]

What do you want
to do, ese?

Go after them.

Hit 'em up,
shut 'em up.

[speaking in Spanish]

Sweetheart, I owe you
an apology.

We talked to the Rubins
and they told us what happened.

- They did?
- Yeah.

Oh, thank God.
I told Emily yesterday.

I said th-th-that
I hoped that she would say--

Nobody blames you.

Emily got isolated in another
room where she got attacked.

- What?
- You kids had been drinking.

They realize that you
didn't see anything.

They don't even need your
testimony. We made sure of that.

They're gonna press charges?

Yes, of course, but you
don't need to be involved.

But..

But they..

They didn't.
We were the ones..

I know you're relieved, honey.
I know. Let it all out.

Que pasa, homes?

Hey, yo, camera boy.

Say something, boy!
Say something! Pussy.

Hey, T. Hey, my pops took out an
alligator with this gauge here.

- He was, like, boom!
- 'For real, dawg.'

'This is some serious shit.
You get this?'

It's illegal. You don't
wanna be taking film--

Son, you better turn
that shit on. You hear me?

Our life is a
fuckin' film, dawg.

We a fuckin' film.
You the fuckin' filmmaker.

We 'bout to mount up.
We 'bout to pay back.

Ask why you
with the P.L.C, dawg.

Ain't no 16th Street punks
gonna be corrupting my goddess.

Yo, I would die for that girl.

And I will kill for her.
That's my word.

- This is for you, girl.
- Alright, how do I look? Huh?

You gonna see me comin' right
up in your fuckin' face, dawg.

That's right. That's for real,
dawg. That's real.

[dramatic music]

- Dónde vas, vato?
- Ain't this Pacific Palisades?

Nah. Chale, homes.
This is Bel-Air.

Fuck! Turn around,
turn around. Keep it down.

- Not in front of the police.
- What do you want me to do?

None of it really matters. We're
just teenagers and we're bored.

We are totally..

...fuckin'..

...bored.

I remember her.

I shot something
earlier today.

That I would love for you
to watch, if you would.

Um, please sit.

(Toby and friends on TV)
'That's right. That's why
you rollin' with the P.L.C.'

'Ain't no 16th Street punks
gonna be corrupting my goddess.'

'Yo, I would die for that girl.'

'And I will kill for her.
That's my word.'

'Don't get that twisted, son.
That's fuckin' rape, son.'

- 'It's fuckin' rape, dawg.'
- Oh, God.

[phone ringing]

- Yeah, what's up?
- Toby, what are you thinking?

- What're you talkin' about?
- The guns, Toby. What the--

Fuck you, bitch! Don't come
at me telling me what to do.

Fuckin' bounced your ass
out the P.L.C.

No, Toby, listen to me.
You don't know what happened.

- Emily wasn't raped.
- Oh, fuck, you fuckin' liar.

You havin' fun goin' down on
your fuckin' 16th Street pole?

'Bitch!'

Fuck. Toby, just listen
to me, please.

I'm gonna talk to you later.
I'm fuckin' busy.

Chicken-ass chicken heads.

[dramatic music]

[siren blaring]

Oh, shit, homes.
It's the jura.

Chinga!

Why are you here
in the first place?

- We're driving to the beach.
- The beach?

- We're going home now.
- And where's home?

- East Los.
- Know how to get out of here?

- Chale, we're lost.
-Homes, you got lost.

Well, we can help you out
with that.

I don't ever wanna see you
in this neighborhood again.

- Órale .
- Alright.

(Emily)
'I just don't wanna
see anybody right now.'

(Mr. Rubin)
'We'll go to Sun Valley
for couple of weeks'

'and don't worry about it.'

- Deal?
- Okay.

Em?

Oh, Alli, y-you've always been
a friend in our house.

It's not that we don't love you,
I think we need a little break.

You didn't tell them
about the dice?

Alli, don't.

Emily, Toby, Nick, and Sam
are going downtown right now

for revenge,
to defend your honor.

We asked if..

I asked if we could be in those
guys from East L.A.'s crew.

- If we could--
- Shut up!

No, no, no.
What? You did what?

The way to do that
was by rolling dice.

Then you, um..

...you sleep with
whatever number comes up.

Oh, no.

(Mr. Rubin)
'Do what?'

- Dad.
- It's their initiation thing.

We asked for it.

We asked if we could join
and then we went

into the other room
with them on our own.

- It was our decision.
- I hate you.

I can never be
your friend again.

Em? Come on. Em?

- 'Em?'
- Why don't you just fuck off?

Come on. Don't be like that.

Why not, Alli?

Do you want
to spend the night again?

'Do you want to go on vacation
with us? Is that what it is?'

I'm sorry.

The one fucking time
I really, really needed you..

...and you didn't have my back.

What? No. Em, come on.
It's not like that.

No, that's exactly
what it's like.

Get on the fucking ground!

[gun shot]

- Get the fuck on the ground!
- Where is everybody?!

- 'Check the other rooms!'
- 'Shut the fuck up!'

[woman speaking in Spanish]

Shut the fuck up!

[baby crying]

What's she saying?

I swear to fucking God!
What the fuck's she saying?!

She's saying, "please
don't hurt my baby."

- Are you fuckin' serious?
- "Please don't hurt my baby."

Fuck!

[woman sobbing]

I'm sorry,
I'm so sorry.

Sammy! Yo, come on! Sammy,
get the fuck in the car!

Fuck!

[crying]

[car tires screeching]

Ah.

Are you using a razor?

- Aah!
- 'Razors really hurt.'

And you're gonna have to cover
up your wrists for a week.

Emily?
Emily, do you have a gun?

No. It's okay.
I'm taking a bath.

Well, you could try taking
sleeping pills, but you don't

have enough to kill yourself
so you're gonna be in the

hospital in an hour
getting your stomach pumped.

[coughing]

Oh, I can run home and get you
this nylon slip noose I made.

'When you strangle yourself,
your jugular pops out'

'and you can slice it
with a sharp knife.'

- 'That's great.'
- Okay, that sucks.

I'm sure your mom's got an extra
suicide kit stashed somewhere.

Um..

Yeah, I think she, uh..

Hah, I think she keeps it
in a fucking...pot.

Hey.

Let me in?

I'm okay.

I'm not leaving.

[dramatic music]

So, what's, uh..

...what's everybody
doing tomorrow?

[intense music]

[tire screeching]

- 'Hey. Qué quieres, cabron?'
- 'What's up white boy?'

- 'Damn.'
- 'Just go.'

- 'Hey, hey!'
- 'Go! Go!'

[gun shot]

See basically the thing
to remember is that..

Well, none of it really matters.

We're just teenagers
and we're bored.

We are totally..

...fuckin'..

...bored.

[Allison giggling]

[Bishop Lamont singing
"Welcome To Havoc"]

* Straight up the block
with that Glock cocked *

* From the school
of hard knocks *

* Sellin' rocks, duckin' cops,
raisin' hell *

* It's on, like Run-D.M.C.
but with automatics *

* You want some static,
can't top that *

* Welcome to havoc

* Straight up the block
with that Glock cocked *

* From the school
of hard knocks *

* Sellin' rocks, duckin' cops,
raisin' hell *

* It's on, like Run-D.M.C.
but with automatics *

* You want some static,
can't top that *

* Welcome to havoc

* Look, don't even
bring it my way *

* It's like gettin' an atheist
to pay tithes on a Sunday *

* A waste of time,
a wasted mind *

* Found a side from the waist
to raise the nine *

* See, I'll make your soul
rise and shine *

* In the middle of the night
and go towards that light *

* Runnin' towards that light

* In the coupe looking right

* How you in your afterlife,
lookin' back in hindsight *

* Here, nigga,
you got that iffy flow *

* If he flow a little better,
he might make a little dough *

* I'm a businessman,
fuck a rap star *

* What's the point
of sellin' millions *

* If you got to rent a car

* Nah, it's the bishop
no not the deacon *

* I've been this way since
Doc Dre was rockin' sequins *

* Bad for the cause and
the thugs, why they beefin' *

* Bustin' them slugs,
and niggas die every weekend *

* Straight up the block,
with that Glock cocked *

* From the school
of hard knocks *

* Sellin' rocks, duckin' cops,
raisin' hell *

* It's on, like Run-D.M.C.,
but with automatics *

* You want some static,
can't top that *

* Welcome to havoc

* Straight up the block
with that Glock cocked *

* From the school
of hard knocks *

* Sellin' rocks, duckin' cops,
raisin' hell *

* It's on, like Run-D.M.C.,
but with automatics *

* You want some static,
can't top that *

* Welcome to havoc

* Straight up the block
with that Glock cocked *

* From the school
of hard knocks *

* Sellin' rocks, duckin' cops,
raisin' hell *

* It's on, like Run-D.M.C.,
but with automatics *

* You want some static,
can't top that *

* Welcome to havoc

* Straight up o the block
with that Glock cocked *

* From the school
of hard knocks.. *

[soft music]

[music continues]