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[joyful music]

[razor buzzing]

[razor shuts off]

[clatters]

[Freddy] Green house, green house.

What the fuck?

Fuck.

[Solo] Threes and the fours, get the job done.

.380, .38, .45, that's the trinity, man.

Skull fragments, and a DOA.

Now, that's what you want, man.

That's what you want, right there.

Not a .22 or a .25.

Fuck the .20's, that's BB gun shit.

[line ringing]

[Solo] What?

I can't find no green house.

[Solo] It's on Lomita.

Look for the '52 Ford, brown Top.

He parks it out back.

Okay.

[Solo] Don't fuck this up.

I won't.

[ice cream truck music plays distantly]

[breathing heavily]

You doing push-ups like I told you?

-Hmm? -Fuck, yeah.

Don't look like it.

[groaning]

[grunting]

[car starting]

[car rumbling]

[tense music]

[Solo] That's it.

You won't feel the force until you squeeze the trigger.

♪

[music builds]

[Freddy] The homies call me Casper.

Like the cartoon.

West Los be where I'm from.

The Four Corners.

Venice, Santa Monica, Culver City, Sotel.

The neighborhood's been here way before my time.

Back then it was Dogtown,

and the OG Boardwalk gangsters in my pop's days.

Then the AKs and crack rolled in.

They used to say hell was empty,

because all the devils were in L.A.

[buzzing]

Then the hipsters invaded, and the old school faded.

Times done changed, but...

people say the same shit,

because there are only two kind of fools out here.

[tattoo gun buzzing]

Those who last,

and those who lose.

That's the game.

Trust no man, and swing first.

I found a letter in my mom's closet from my dad.

She said he was a poet.

Then one day, he just left.

Dad had pretty cool handwriting.

He says in the letter, most people go to heaven

if they own up to what they done.

I don't know what he did, because mom won't tell me.

She says that nobody knows,

but the street knows.

Because they'd always be watching.

[buzzing]

[mellow music playing over radio]

How many of these have you inked?

Hmm. I don't fucking know.

A lot.

Each one's different.

Shit, I've done good wings and bad wings.

[chuckles] But no ugly ones.

[both laughing]

God don't make ugly angels.

Only the good ones and the bad ones.

Just like us.

We all got that dark side.

And then the light.

♪ Without your love ♪

It hurt, or what?

A little.

Hmm.

It's just pain, my boy.

It's just pain.

♪ I'll be coming back home ♪

♪ Darling, be strong ♪

Fuck 'em all.

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

[Solo] Happy birthday.

Your pops made this in the pen.

There.

It's older than you.

If that cross can talk, man.

Shit.

I'd be doing life.

[Freddy] When did he make it?

Way back before you was born.

The '90s.

It was like the Wild West out there, back then.

Niggas and eses bangin' like it was fuckin' Iraq.

No Instagram.

No fuckin' Facebook.

Only pay phones and ghetto blasters,

and Saturday Night Specials, man.

There was a lot of heat back in them days

between Blacks and Mexicans, man.

Me and your pops was brothers.

No matter what went down, we didn't give a fuck

about none of that shit, man.

We was brothers.

That was it.

We done some fucked up shit back in our time.

But Jesus still loved us.

Your pops made that in Chino.

Sent it to me for my birthday.

Yeah.

Now it's yours.

Everything he schooled me on, I'm gonna teach you.

Okay?

[gun clicks]

[Sam] You know what? Fuck you, bitch!

[Mabel] You've been on me after all day long I've worked!

What's going on with you that you have to--

If you don't know where I'm at?

[Sam] I just want you to be where the fuck I am, huh?

And I'm at home! I'm not out fucking around!

[Mabel] Oh, baby, you're home!

I'm home now! So, now what?

Now what? What you gonna do?

What-- What is it you wanna tell me?

You blow up my phone, you blow up my phone, now, what?

[Sam] You never fuckin' listen to me!

Why you talking to my mom that way, fool.

I'll blast your ass away, stupid.

Huh?

[laughs softly]

[Mabel] Good! Now I'm here! What?

-[Sam] What? -[Mabel] What is it you wanna

tell me now? Huh?

Does it even fucking matter at this point?

-I don't know, does it matter? -Does it fucking matter?

[both screaming]

[man panting]

You did this!

[door slams]

[door slams]

[sobbing]

[murmur of voices outside]

[Mabel sobbing softly]

[speaking Spanish]

[scoffs] -[speaking Spanish]

Mm. It's all right.

What do you want for your birthday?

Hmm... nothing.

[speaking Spanish]

Hell, no.

I ain't no kid no more.

[speaking Spanish]

[Freddy] Ew, why you gotta say that?

[laughs] [speaking Spanish]

Don't buy any weed, all right?

-[Freddy] No promises. -No promises.

[speaking Spanish]

♪ You're too young ♪

♪ Too young ♪

♪ Too young to fall in love ♪

♪ I'm not too young ♪

♪ Too young ♪

♪ To know my love is real ♪

♪ I'm not too young ♪

♪ Too young ♪

♪ To feel the way I feel ♪

♪ Oh, this could be so heavenly ♪

[man] Fuckin' finally.

[speaking Spanish]

The guys makes that shit so easy,

6,000 a night.

♪ Too young ♪

♪ Too young to fall in love ♪

♪ I'm not too young ♪

♪ Too young ♪

♪ To give you my heart ♪

[whistling]

♪ I'm not too young ♪

Hey, yo, Freddy!

♪ Too young ♪

♪ To say we'll never part ♪

Hey, where you going, fool?

Hey, let me get at you.

♪ You know I love you so ♪

♪ Oh, darling, please don't go ♪

♪ I'm not too young ♪

-[people shouting] -[basketball thuds]

[energetic music]

Aah!

[both laughing]

Let's go.

-[both laughing] -Chill.

-No! -That's a foul.

[both laughing]

[Luna screaming playfully]

-That's a foul. -No!

Wait! Ah!

Oh!

What are you doing?

[Luna grunting]

[both laughing]

-Gimme your hand. -Ready?

♪

I win.

[panting]

Ew.

My sister just got a tat across her back from a Morrissey song.

-Ooh. -Morrissey?

Who's Morrissey?

He's like God.

Greatest fucking singer in the world.

I would-- I would marry him right now.

-What you talking about? -Yeah.

What's he look like?

Ooh, look. Like this [indistinct].

-You know? -[laughs]

-What? -He ain't no fucking guy.

All right, fuck you.

[men whistling]

What's up, Freddy?

You didn't fucking hear me talking to you

-back there or what? -No, I heard you.

So why the fuck didn't you stop, homie?

I didn't fuckin' feel like it.

Then, what the fuck you doing in the hood, homie?

So what, you think you're bad now or what, fool?

-Back up. -Do something, fool.

-Back up. -Do something.

Let me get at you. What you doin'? Hmm?

-[fighting grunts] -Get back here.

What you gonna do? What you gonna do?

[fighting grunts]

-Get up. Come on, get up! -[Luna] Hey! Fuck off!

Come on, Freddy.

[Luna] Get the fuck off me!

-[Capone] You fuckin'-- -Ah! Stop!

[Capone] Fuck! You little...

You think you're a fucking man? Motherfucker, or what? Dog.

[Luna] Get the fuck off! Get off me!

Hey! Get the fuck back.

Get the fuck up outta here.

-You disrespecting-- -[Luna] That's right!

-[Boom Boom] Shut up, bitch! -Run like the bitches you are!

-[Boom Boom] Shut the fuck up. -Come back.

-Luna! Shut up! -Come back!

What the fuck's your problem? I'm trying to help you.

You ain't helping nobody.

[both breathing heavily]

[man] You good?

Yeah, I'm good.

Get up out of here with that shit, homie.

[water running]

Here.

It's my brother's. He won't mind.

You sure?

Nah, he likes you.

[chuckles]

What the fuck is this?

He's gay.

-I can't. -Can't what, fool?

It's a shirt. It ain't dirty.

I ain't wearing no fag shirt.

-[scoffs] -No disrespect.

Oh, my God!

You're such a fucking pussy.

Don't be calling my brother a fag.

He's ten times the man you'll ever be.

Whatever.

Great.

Go out there, so everyone can see

that your ass got whooped.

-Nobody beat my ass. -I was there.

Fuck!

I hope those putos beat your ass again.

You ain't got no other fucking shirt?

No, it's a fucking shirt.

Stop being a little bitch.

Quítatelo.

Look.

There you go.

All right, fuck.

-I gotta go. -Very fucking welcome.

Thank you.

[speaking Spanish]

-[Freddy] I gotta see somebody. -[speaking Spanish]

None of your business.

Shit.

She measure up?

It's not no girl. Relax.

Oh, okay. It better not be.

Or what?

Or what?

You're not my girlfriend. Why you acting all scandalous?

[Luna] I don't know.

[mellow music playing on radio]

[Freddy laughs]

[singing in Spanish]

My mom gave me 40 bucks, if you wanna go to the movies.

Don't you gotta be somewhere?

Shit.

[sighs]

When you gonna be back?

I don't know. I don't know.

My mom don't get home before seven.

I'll just hit you when I'm back, okay?

♪

Ain't you forgot something?

♪

I really fucking love you.

How do you know?

Because. A woman just knows.

[Freddy laughs]

[Freddy] You ain't no fucking woman.

Don't fucking matter. I'm an old soul.

Why you always cursing at me?

-You don't fucking listen. -If you love me,

-don't cuss me out. -You don't fucking listen.

Well, then explain. I'm not stupid.

What?

Why you always leaving?

I'll be back. I just told you.

You don't wanna be with me?

Fucking God.

You're fucking tripping, Luna.

-[clatters] -Ah!

This ain't no way to have a fucking relationship!

[Luna] Fuck you, Freddy!

[sighs heavily]

[muffled scream]

[sighs]

♪

-[man 1] Yo, my boy! -[man 2] No, faster, dawg.

You're walking a little slow, dawg.

Check out Casper's shirt.

[all talking at once]

Come on, my boy, run down here.

Come on, my boy, run that shit.

-That right, homie. -Get it.

[all talking at once]

-Get the fuck in there. -[all talking at once]

You put that fool in the hood, homie.

Man, you've been training for this, right?

-All right, come on. -Get that!

-[fighting grunts] -[spectators shouting]

-Hey man, get up! -[all shouting at once]

-Get your hands up! -Get it!

-[all shouting at once] -[fighting grunts]

Come on, get him up! Get him up!

Make this all up. Get that shit.

[all shouting at once]

You ain't no homie!

-[all shouting at once] -Come on, my boy.

Hey, don't be fuckin' kicking him when he's on the ground.

-Pick him already. -[man] Yeah! Get him up!

[all shouting at once]

All right get him! Let's get him! Come on!

-[all shouting at once] -[punches thud]

-[high-pitched whine] -[shouting becomes muffled]

[echoing] Listen up, motherfucker! Listen!

-[all shouting at once] -[high-pitched whine]

Be a man, homie!

[man] Come on, that's how we do it.

That's how we do it right here.

-Right and straight. -Good or what?

[man] Proud of you, youngster.

[man 3] That's right, homie.

-[all talking at once] -[man] My little homie.

-[man] That's right. -[man 2] That's the shit.

-That's ain't shit, homie. -My wings fucked up?

Got a little blood in it, we'll fix that shit.

Don't worry about it.

You're one of us now, homie.

[all talking at once]

Yeah, that's it.

Welcome to the neighborhood, little brother.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

For sure.

Yeah, way to throw that hard left, right.

-Good job, homie. -That's right.

The heart of a king, huh?

Come on, let's walk. Come on.

You'll find out!

-That's right on. -You'll find out.

-They marked you. -That's right.

Gonna go party with some heinas, and shit, you know?

[all talking at once]

-Woo! -Party!

That's right, homie!

[somber music]

Yeah, that's right. Woo!

[all talking and laughing at once]

♪

That's right, homie.

We gonna go partying now.

Right now! Let's go!

That's right.

Beast! Beast mode!

That's right.

♪

Hey.

That's right! Welcome.

♪

What's up, dawg?

♪

Fuck.

[sighs]

[Solo] I see your war wounds.

You got heart, Freddy.

What you feelin' in your stomach?

[Freddy] Nothing.

You sure?

[Freddy] Yeah.

You got butterflies?

I can't feel nothing.

Pain?

Anger?

[Freddy] A little.

Because of the tat, right?

Mm-hmm.

[Solo] Don't you worry about that. We'll fix it.

You do your shit right, like I said,

your next tat is on me.

You understand?

Where are the homeboys?

They went to work.

They got a job?

[laughs]

Yeah, they got a job, yeah.

Protecting the neighborhood.

Like you should, too.

[Mabel] Freddy!

Happy birthday, baby.

What the fuck happened to you?

Just got jacked.

[Mabel] Who did this to you?

I don't remember.

-Where else did they hit you? -[Freddy] Stop.

-Nowhere. -Take off your shirt, Freddy.

[Freddy] I ain't taking off my shirt. I ain't no kid.

17 ain't shit, you hear me? This is my house.

You do what I tell you. What are you hiding?

-[Freddy] Nothing! -I don't believe you.

I don't give a shit. Get the fuck out--

[Mabel] Take off the fucking shirt, Freddy.

I ain't taking off no goddamn shirt.

Take off the fucking shirt, Freddy.

[grunting]

Here.

[sighs]

[Freddy] What?

You have some. Why can't I?

I gave my life so you wouldn't be like me,

and that motherfucker you call your father!

Why the hell did you do this?

[scoffs]

Either you stay under my roof and do what I tell you

until you're grown enough to move out,

or go with your homeboys and they could be your new family.

Choose.

I don't want to be like you.

No friends, men coming and going,

treating you like shit, fuck that shit.

[sighs]

Did you make up your mind?

About what?

[Mabel] Me or your friends.

[sighs]

You know what, Freddy?

One day, you're gonna be standing where I am now,

hearing your child disrespect you.

And when that time comes long after I am gone,

you're gonna remember that there's no love greater

than a mother's love for her child.

And you'll know then what you can't see now.

Let's see how good you survive.

[door slams]

[sighs]

[men shout distantly]

[keys jingle]

Fuck.

[dogs barking]

[screaming]

[dogs barking]

Why you like boats so much?

I don't know.

Why you like that fool Morrissey so much?

[laughs]

Don't even get me started.

[laughing]

-[laughs] -I like water.

-I wanna be a Navy SEAL one day. -Oh, really?

Just go over there where the terroristas live.

Ah! [laughs]

Ah...

First you gotta learn how to strap on a jimmy, though.

It's pretty cool, huh?

[Luna laughs]

Look at it.

-It's cool, huh? -[Luna laughs]

It's cool, huh?

You're talented.

So, what? You just ran away?

[Freddy] No. I left.

-What a bitch. -Hey, don't call my mom a bitch.

Why? She kicked you out, right?

No. Are you deaf?

She told me to choose.

Between what?

Don't worry about it.

Just chippin' the whole way.

Where you gonna shower and shit, and brush your teeth, huh?

You gotta think about that shit before you just take off.

[speaking Spanish]

[Freddy] I'll figure it out. Why you always stressing?

Okay. Uh-huh, Freddy.

Okay. You'll figure it out.

-[laughs] What? -Stop stressing.

Where you gonna shower, huh? You gonna shower in there?

You gonna shower in the river? Huh?

Let's get you all showered up.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa. -Let's get you all show--

[laughs] No! No!

-I'm-- No, I'm clean, fool! -Let's get you showered.

-No. No! No, no, no, no, no, no. -Oh. Oh.

Stop it. Stop it right now.

I swear to God, I'll fucking kill you.

-Throw you in the water. -So stop!

Ow.

[Luna laughs]

[Luna] Go get the boat.

[gentle music]

Go get your boat.

♪

Let's get on the boat.

[Freddy] Where do you wanna go?

Anywhere.

Let's just get out of here.

[Freddy scoffs]

[music turns somber]

♪

♪

[voices shouting distantly]

[Freddy sighs]

♪

[thumping loudly]

[grunting]

What's up, fool?

I ain't scared of you.

'Cause I got my moves like that. Huh?

Hit me right here.

Hit me right here.

I said, hit me right here.

[thumping, rattling]

Yeah, man. [laughs]

[laughing]

[sighs heavily]

Dear God...

Boo!

I'm sorry if, uh,

what I'm about to do is not right,

but I gotta do it for my neighborhood.

And, um...

sorry if I'm not a good kid to my mom.

It's just, you know,

help her take control over her life,

and stop seeing that fool who comes around here.

Whatever happens, happens.

And I gotta accept that, like Solo says.

If I live...

if I live, that's up to you.

[sighs heavily]

Amen.

[tense music]

♪

♪

[Solo] Read it.

[speaking Spanish]

"I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees", man.

Cool.

When you're a baby, man,

you live on your knees.

You're weak.

You need somebody to take care of you.

A tit that you had to suck on.

Then you learn how to walk.

[rap music playing over radio]

[Solo] Most dudes walk.

But they live their whole lives on their knees,

like fucking slaves, man.

The strong make the rules.

That's the game.

♪

And when you're weak, you're guilty.

You've gotta know how to draw blood to survive, man.

'Cause you're not gonna be able to survive in this world.

Not here.

Not nowhere.

And like James Brown said,

this is a motherfucking man's world.

You only got one chance in life

to prove yourself, and that's it.

-Get money. -[Freddy grunts with effort]

Get that motherfucking money.

It's black and white.

If you punk out, you a bitch for life, man.

[hip hop music playing over radio]

Fuck all our enemies.

Fuck 'em all.

Solo?

[Solo] What?

My Boxer.

[car rumbling]

[bikes tires screech]

[Boxer] You okay, little bro?

Because everybody's got a number.

And his number's up.

[car idling]

[Boxer] You all right?

Just look before you cross, all right?

Are you Boxer?

He ratted on my homeboy, Thumper.

So that motherfucker gotta go.

[engine shuts off]

Do I know you?

[clatters]

[gun clicks]

[Solo] You remember, man.

The men down at their feet, guns blazing.

And don't you ever surrender.

Don't bow down to no man.

And don't you never, never, never drop your gat.

Take it easy, little man.

Put the gun down, man.

[echoing] Chill.

You drop your gun, you don't die like a man.

A gangster dying without his gat is like a priest with no Bible.

You understand that?

Put the gun down, youngster.

You don't want to do it, trust me.

[high-pitched whine]

[Boxer echoing] This is what you wanna do?

[ice cream truck music playing distantly]

[Boxer echoing] Huh?

Trust me, you don't wanna do this.

Put it down, man.

[high-pitched whine intensifies]

Just put the gun down.

You really wanna do this?

[gun clicks]

Fuck it, get it over with, then.

[safety clicks]

[Freddy breathing heavily]

-[gunshot booms] -Ah!

[Boxer screams]

[Freddy hyperventilating]

[tense music]

[man] Whoa!

What the fuck?

Hey!

Punk kid! Pussy ass fuckin'...

[tense music]

♪

♪

[distant shouting]

[bike clatters]

♪

♪

[door slamming]

[breathing heavily]

[coughing]

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

[sobbing]

[sobbing quietly]

[water rushing]

[tattoo gun whirring]

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Don't do that shit again, Freddy.

I almost shot your motherfucking ass, man.

The fuck is wrong with you?

Sorry.

No, sorry is a weakness, man.

Don't cry and don't you fucking apologize.

They gonna arrest me?

Depends on you.

[Freddy] What do I gotta do?

Don't fucking get caught.

You hungry?

A little.

Warriors don't ever get hungry, man.

Then I'm not hungry.

I'm just fucking with you, man.

What you want?

Nothing.

Look, I told you, if you handle your motherfucking business,

I'll get you whatever you want.

Now, what you want?

Doritos.

[Solo] That's it?

Yeah.

You kill a motherfucker and you want some Doritos.

You're new generation motherfuckers, man.

Let me see your tat.

[tattoo gun whirring]

Hit that.

[coughing]

Virgin lungs.

Can I ask you for a favor, brother?

[Solo] What?

Think I could live here?

[Solo] Why?

Because I hate my home.

Your mom's kicked you out?

[Freddy] Yeah.

How you gonna pay the rent?

[Freddy] Figure it out. Do what I gotta do.

How you gonna get the bread, man?

I'll drag people.

[Solo] Man, that's thug shit.

We gangsters.

We live by the code, man.

All right?

Don't disrespect your mother like that.

You gotta make shit right with moms.

You gotta fix that shit.

She don't want me there.

She said to choose between her and the neighborhood.

[Solo] What you tell her?

I left.

You'd die for your neighborhood, okay.

But you only got one mother.

All right?

One mother who brought you in this world.

So you gotta make that shit right with her.

And I know your mom from way back, man.

You all she got.

Why you saying this now, big homeboy?

I thought we were blood.

Come here, come here, come here. Shut up, motherfucker!

Huh?

Snap your fucking neck.

-[Freddy coughing] -Yeah.

Yeah, come on, walk with me.

Walk with me.

Don't you ever

in your motherfucking life disrespect me again.

You hear me? You hear me?

-Huh? -[Freddy groaning]

Look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you.

Yeah.

Look me in the eyes.

You got that? Huh?

Huh?

All right. Good boy.

Get the fuck--

Get the fuck out of here, man.

And don't tell nobody I did that shit.

You got that?

Huh?

Do you understand me?

[distant knocking]

Who the fuck is that?

[knocking continues]

-[Solo] The fuck is that? -It's Mabel.

Hey, I need to talk to you.

It's been a while, girl.

What's up?

What the fuck you doing with my kid?

[Solo] Keeping my word.

[scoffing] Your word?

To who?

His dad?

What fucking word was that?

To teach my kid to be a straight-up fuck-up?

Like Big Freddy and you?

Look at you, all grown up,

but you still the same shit you was 20 fucking years ago.

Look at your fucking self.

Everybody's either dead or locked up, and you,

like a fucking viper,

just sitting here brainwashing these fucking kids.

Stay the fuck off my son.

[Solo] Remember what you said to me five years ago, bitch?

[Mabel] Fuck you.

I wasn't in my right fucking mind back then.

Get the fuck out of here, bitch.

Stay the fuck away from my fucking kid.

-I'll deal with your ass later. -Fuck you.

Get the fuck out of here, bitch.

Stay the fuck away from my fucking kid.

Knock your fucking teeth out your mouth, bitch.

He's my kid now.

What did she say five years ago?

What did she say?

[indistinct chatter]

What up, clown?

What's up?

What's up? You ain't coming to school?

Nah, later.

You know, the cops came by your pad looking for you.

Your mom said you ran away.

It was my birthday yesterday.

Oh, birthday boy.

-What's up? -What's up, my boy?

-Big sir. -What's up?

It's a sorry-ass looking birthday then, but, uh...

happy birthday.

[Freddy] Thank you.

What, you ain't going to school or what?

I'm gonna visit my brother and my mom.

Still locked up?

In towers.

But uh, I wanted you to check this shit out.

-How's that shit feel, man? -That shit's hard, huh?

Yeah.

But I wanna check this out. Look at this.

Who the fuck fucked you up?

Some people that jacked me.

Oh, some people that jacked you.

That's why you gotta get some shit like this.

Where'd you get that?

TJ. Where else?

I'll hook you up next time my cousin comes around.

Well, they catch you with that shit you're going to juvie.

Hmm.

Well, we all gotta do some time.

Don't you know that by now?

Yeah, I fucking know that, but I ain't doing pussy shit.

If I go, I'm going to Chino, Soledad, Pelican Bay.

Like the real OGs.

My ass.

My fucking ass.

That's some bullshit.

'Cause you won't survive.

They'll eat your little ass like a Twinkie.

And, you can't even box.

-Oh! -Fucking bet?

There you go, there you go.

You don't gotta get crazy with me, it's okay.

You're all good, alright?

Casper.

[grunting]

Get off!

Don't make me back up on you like I did Luna.

What?

I fucked that bitch in the school bathroom.

[laughing]

What's up, bitch?

Huh?

What the fuck is up?

Fucking bitch.

Fuck!

Fucking asshole!

Where the fuck you going, bitch?

Motherfucking look at me!

Where the fuck you going?

You better watch your back, bitch!

Motherfucker!

[dramatic instrumental]

♪

Hey, why you so nervous?

I ain't nervous.

Can't lie for shit, Freddy.

The fuck happen?

I've just never been kicked out.

Yeah?

You want to stay over?

My mom's in [indistinct].

It's just me and my grandma.

She won't get pissed?

She don't gotta know.

Fucking hate ants.

Hey, what the fuck they ever do to you?

Just crawl all over you and shit.

Are you fucking high right now?

What the fuck is your problem?

No, I'm not high.

Fucking acting all weird.

Is your grandma there now?

So...

How we gonna do this?

[chuckling]

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

You're high.

[laughing]

I'm not fucking high.

[playful instrumental]

[howling]

[howling]

What is that, a hyena?

[laughing]

[howling]

[Freddy barking]

[howling quietly]

Shh, the neighbors.

[Luna] Shh.

-Relax. -[Luna] I got it.

Why is it so heavy?

If you hear her coming, you go there.

Okay.

-[Freddy] What are you doing? -Shut up.

[indistinct TV chatter]

Want me to fuck you?

Fuck?

You think I want you to fuck me?

-Yeah. -[scoffs]

I want you to make love to me.

For real?

Uh-huh.

You ever made love to a woman?

Yeah, lots of times.

[speaking Spanish]

No one ever taught you how to lie before?

Stop saying that shit, I ain't lying.

It's okay.

I'll teach you.

Whose is this?

My sister's.

It ain't old?

Condoms don't get old, stupid.

Yeah, they do. They got dates on them.

What if it breaks or something?

I ain't gonna get pregnant.

What if she hears us?

She's deaf in two ears.

Good.

That's fucked up.

So, I mean, it's good for us, right?

[speaking Spanish]

[hushed] Hey. Hey, babe.

-[Luna] Wait, where you going? -I don't know.

Come on, let's go.

-[Luna] What? -Come on.

-Hurry up! -[Luna] I'm going!

My mom's gonna beat my ass.

Just get over it. My mom already beat my ass.

[Luna] Where are we going?

I don't know.

Where did you sleep last night?

Near the river.

And tonight?

Find some place until I get my own pad.

Nobody's gonna rent you a crib. You got no job.

I'll figure it out. I got plans.

-Like what? -Don't fuckin' worry about it.

[gagging, coughing]

You did fuckin' rocks? Fuckin' liar.

[Freddy] I swear to God, I didn't do rocks.

Don't fucking swear.

I can't see right.

They jumped your ass in, huh?

[Freddy] So?

Is that what you wanna be? A fuckin' thug?

[Freddy] I ain't no fuckin' thug. I'm a gangster.

I thought you was different.

[Freddy] Out here, you gotta choose,

-like Solo said. -Between what?

Between which side you're gonna end up on.

Underground or on the street like a man.

Like a man.

Like a man.

[scoffs] You think that's what it takes to be a man?

What the fuck do you know?

Like Shy Boy. Remember him?

You remember Shy Boy? My cousin?

He was the baddest motherfucker out there.

Now he can't stand 'cause some bitch popped him,

just like that.

Don't you wanna get out of here? Huh?

Don't you wanna go to, like, fuckin' England?

England?

What the fuck I'ma do in England?

Fuckin' live a little. Broaden your fuckin' horizons.

-Do you know what a horizon is? -I ain't fucking stupid!

Good!

Don't you wanna, like, see the world?

-Nah, this is my world. -No, it ain't!

This is the fucking hood!

There's more out there.

What the fuck do you know?

I know all I need to know, okay?

[scoffs]

So you a man now 'cause they beat your ass.

Is that it?

Fuck, I'm sick.

No. You're scared.

Something happened, but you won't tell me.

What are you gonna do tomorrow?

Same shit.

You?

I don't know.

I still wanna make love, though.

Here?

It's all dirty.

I don't care.

We can use your backpack.

I want it to be special.

It'll be special.

Damn.

So sweaty.

What about the jimmy?

Don't cum in me.

I wanna feel you inside of me.

If you get pregnant, it's not my fault, okay?

-Have you fucked anybody else? -No.

You sure?

Yeah.

-You're not lying? -No.

-I heard different. -The fuck you hear?

That you fucked Sergio in the bathroom.

[scoffs] Oh, my God. Sergio is fucking gross.

-Did you? -No!

Why don't I believe you?

[scoffs] I don't give a fuck what you believe.

You're not gonna stop me?

Fuck you.

You wanna go, go.

You're a fucking kid, Freddy.

What the fuck am I doing, huh?

What the fuck is your problem?

You're gonna believe those old lies over me?

I fucking love you!

Do you have any idea what that fucking means?

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!

[low, dark music]

[high-pitched ringing]

[Boxer] Put the gun down. Everything will be all right.

I don't think you wanna do this.

Trust me.

You don't wanna do this.

[ringing continues]

[Freddy panting]

[ringing grows louder]

[gunshot]

[Freddy panting]

[ringing stops]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[spits]

[panting]

[metal rattling]

[rattling continues]

Get the fuck over there. Fucker.

Get up.

You fuck up, this what happens.

Now ask him what he done.

What'd you do?

Some fool from another neighborhood--

Speak up when he talks to you.

Some fool from another neighborhood

trespassed into the hood.

Not what he did. What you did.

I went after the fool, but he got away.

Because you let him get away, motherfucker.

I'ma find him.

[Solo] Yeah, you gon' find him, my ass.

Look, you ain't gon' be no Capone until you get some balls

like this little motherfucker right here. You got that shit?

Huh?

-I didn't rank out. -You a bitch.

What'd you say?

I'ma find him.

Shut the fuck up, motherfucker.

-[Capone grunting] -See? See?

Stay down here, motherfucker. Stay right there.

Y'all see this shit? Huh?

You see what I'm doing to him?

[grunts] Stay right--

See that? Look at that, look at that. Look at that.

Get the fuck out of here.

The fuck out of here.

I had to talk to this motherfucker, man.

The fuck out of here.

Oh, now y'all wanna walk all cool and shit, right?

The fuck out of here.

You like that shit?

Almost broke my motherfucking knuckles on his face, man.

Where you staying?

The creek.

[Solo] Why you didn't tell me?

No, I didn't wanna be no bother.

So you wanna crash here?

Yeah.

[Solo] I ain't got no diapers, motherfucker.

You're gonna have to clean up your own shit.

I take care of myself.

[Solo] You got some money?

This it?

Get some more.

[floor creaking]

Fuck.

What?

You're gonna tell her?

How much did you take?

All right.

I won't say anything to your mom.

Thanks.

Freddy...

[sighs]

...you're all she's got in this world.

Don't betray your mom the way I betrayed mine.

How come you punch yourself?

Because sometimes I hate myself.

And it's better than hitting others.

[melancholy music]

[Mabel] One day, you're gonna be standing where I am now,

hearing your child disrespect you.

[Solo] And when you're weak, you're guilty.

-[Luna] Me, or your friends? -[Capone] Why you crying?

[Freddy] Where you wanna go?

[Luna] Let's get on the boat.

[Solo] Come here.

Come here, come here.

Look up.

Shit.

What'd I tell you about crying? Huh?

I'm not crying.

Now, you put in work yesterday.

And today you turn bitch on me like you on the rag, huh?

Is that what we doing?

Is that what the fuck we doing? Huh?

Pack up your shit and get the fuck out my crib.

Come here. Look at me.

I can't be having no crybaby living under my goddamn roof.

You got that shit?

I thought you was the hombre, man.

But you just a punk-ass kid.

So fuckin' what that you smoked rocks?

Listen to me, motherfucker.

Look at me.

There's only two people you fear in this world.

It's me...

and God.

You got that?

Now get the fuck on.

[shouting] Get the fuck on, man!

This ain't no fucking game, man!

♪

I'm trying to teach you something, man!

♪

There's only two people...

that you listen to in this world.

It's me...

-and God. -[gunshot]

[eerie music]

[door opens]

Hey, crybaby.

You still want me to leave?

Did I stutter, motherfucker?

Where am I gonna go?

Your ass is on probation.

For crying like a little bitch.

Where's the money you were gon' get?

[bills rustling]

Not bad.

Least your ass is good for something.

[knocking at door]

[man in Spanish]

[in English] What's up, big dog?

-[Solo] What's good? -Still want that or what?

All right. See you.

[knocking at door]

[Sam] Freddy. You hungry?

No.

[Sam] I got some Carl's Jr. in the fridge if you want some.

I don't want any.

[Sam] Hey, can I come in?

Yeah.

You good?

Cool.

Hey, look. I just wanna talk.

I don't wanna fight with you.

I got no problem with you. You know, I never did.

So...

[Freddy] I already heard what you had to say.

Yeah.

Look, I don't expect you to like me.

Hmm? I don't.

I mean, I didn't like my stepdad growing up either, you know?

No, no.

You're my mom's boyfriend.

You ain't no fuckin' stepdad.

Look...

I just wanna say I'm sorry

if the way I am pisses you off sometimes.

I don't mean to act up or act out.

It just-- it just happens.

I'm just trying to be better.

So I wanna say I'm sorry, okay?

That's it.

Hey, why do you hate yourself?

What?

[Freddy] That's what you said.

Sometimes you hate yourself.

Is that why you be hitting yourself?

Yeah.

Yeah.

For the things I've done.

[Freddy] Like what? What you done?

Things.

Things I can't change up.

Not now.

You know what they say about prayers and tears, man.

There ain't enough of 'em to wash away the pain.

Or the blood.

But, uh...

maybe I'll tell you one day when--

when you're--

when I'm stronger.

You ever kill somebody?

[breathing shakily]

[exhales]

I don't know.

I don't remember.

[chuckles]

Fuck.

[inhales shakily]

[tearful] Maybe-- maybe I don't wanna know.

Maybe I don't wanna remember.

[sniffles]

You know...

I'm just trying to get back home

from all the bad places I've been.

I just wanna go home.

And home don't want me.

No one does.

Except your mom.

She's a good lady.

She's all I got.

And I don't ever wanna lose her.

Or you, Freddy.

Okay?

Okay.

[Sam] Okay.

[sniffles]

Night, little brother.

[faint hip-hop music playing]

[Freddy grunts]

[breathing heavily]

Fuck!

[panting]

What I gotta do to pay for my sins?

[Freddy crying softly]

What you doing here?

Why you crying?

You know my homeboy Boxer?

Then why the fuck are you crying?

Hey...

it's all right.

Everybody cries.

For real?

Yeah, except me.

Left all my tears back in [indistinct].

Where you do time?

Soledad.

Nine years.

How about you?

[Freddy] I wanna go to Chino.

Aye, get the fuck out of here with that, man.

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

Everybody's gotta do some time, right?

What, you a gangster?

You ain't no gangster.

And if you're gonna be a gangster,

I suggest you go get the biggest fierro you can find

and the biggest strap you can find

and go handle your business.

[footsteps retreating]

Did it take him long to die?

He didn't die.

They missed his head.

They hit him in the chest.

Angels be looking out for my homeboy Boxer.

They said [indistinct] did all of this.

It's a gift to God,

for not taking my homeboy.

[poignant music]

[gun clicks]

♪

[gun clicks]

[faint rock music playing over speakers]

Uh, you want the Smiths, or you want Morrissey solo?

Anything Morrissey.

Let me see what I got, bro.

I got Southpaw and, um... Kill Uncle.

[Freddy] Kill Uncle sounds cool.

-Kill Uncle? -Yeah.

It'll be $9.99.

I only got seven.

You owe me a taco.

Be good.

-Talking that shit together. -Always!

-Always. -It's always the same shit.

And you pay for it too.

[girl] I took the whole jar.

I'm telling you, you weren't even there.

That's what you're smoking on right now.

Nah, for real.

[girls laughing]

Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?

I got nothing to say to you.

[Freddy] I just wanna talk to you.

Luna.

Leave me the fuck alone.

Anyways.

[Luna] ¿Bueno, y luego?

-So you took the fucking jar? -[girl] I took the whole jar.

[Luna laughs] You believe her?

Hey, Sniper.

Yo.

What's good?

Man, what the fuck you want, leva?

Y'all seen Solo?

Nah.

Well, I need to talk to him.

[Sniper] He don't wanna talk to you, fool.

When is he coming back?

[exhales]

Look, homie.

You're on this fuckin' piece of shit list, fool.

And I don't fuckin' appreciate you

coming to my pad disrespecting me, fool.

So get the fuck up out of here, homie.

Fucking lame.

Fuck that fool problem, dawg?

[knocking]

Luna?

She's not home.

-Can you, uh, give her this? -Yeah.

Say it's from Freddy.

I know who you are.

[door opening]

Sorry I hit you.

[Freddy] It's okay.

I can take it.

No, it's not right.

A mom shouldn't be hitting her child.

I messed up too.

[Mabel] Are you hungry?

Yeah, a little.

[speaking Spanish]

[in English] Nah, let's just go to L&B's.

Just you and me, though.

All right.

Go and get dressed.

[Spanish music playing faintly over speakers]

Slow down.

Nobody's after you.

[Freddy] Not gonna eat anything?

I'm not hungry.

[Freddy] It's not 'cause you can't afford it, right?

No, son.

I'm gonna get a job soon so I can help you out.

I don't need you to get a job. You should stay in school.

I got plans.

Yeah? Like what?

Start my own car wash.

For lowriders only.

With whose money?

The bank. They got lots of it.

[laughs] Not anymore, honey.

The world's going broke.

America included.

Just watch.

You'll see.

Casper's Custom Car Wash.

For lowriders only.

Good to have a dream.

Something to work towards.

You know?

Gotta get out of this place.

[Freddy] Why?

'Cause all this will be the same

ten, twenty, thirty years from now.

No future here.

You can go, 'cause I'm never gonna leave this place.

[chuckles] Yeah. We'll see.

When you become a big shop car wash owner,

start making some money,

you'll see how things change.

You'll wanna hang out with some of your friends,

but not all of 'em.

[Freddy] Money don't make a man.

Your word does.

Who taught you that? Solo?

[Freddy] Yeah.

Why don't you stop hanging out with him, all right?

He's my homeboy, though.

He's not what he used to be when you were little.

He went into the hole and came out all fucked up.

[speaking Spanish]

[in English] What did you say to Solo five years ago?

That motherfucker.

He didn't say nothing, I just-- I just heard you.

I hated myself back then.

I hated everything I was.

And...

I didn't know if I could raise you,

so I asked Solo--

you know, because I was desperate--

if he could take you.

[voice breaks] And...

I know I never told you this, but...

your dad's been dead for a long time now, and...

I know that you're not gonna forgive me for not telling you.

[shouting] Why did you lie to me, Ma?

Because I was lying to myself. [sobs]

The game's been over a long time now, son.

[crying] But I kept repeating the lies

over and over in my head,

hoping that one day all this shit would go away

once you got older.

But...

[sighs, sniffles]

...maybe I just wanted a happy family.

I don't know.

[sniffles]

Sorry.

[Mabel weeping]

[exhales]

[sorrowful music]

♪

-Hey, babe. -Hey.

Your friend Luna called, like, three times.

Said the phone was acting up.

What did she want?

She didn't say.

[phone dialing]

[line ringing]

[Luna on phone] What happened with you and Sergio?

We threw down.

[Luna] 'Cause of me?

[music playing in background]

He looking for you. He said he's gonna fucking kill you.

Wait, where are you?

[Luna] Looking for you!

[Solo] Hey, Luna!

Are you at Solo's?

[Luna] Where the fuck else am I gonna find you?

You fucking shot Boxer.

In front of his pad.

You fucking coward.

Who told you?

Sergio, who fucking else? It's all over the neighborhood.

Solo's looking to fuck you up. Don't come here.

-I'll call you back. -[Solo] Hey!

[Luna] I gotta get the fuck out of here.

[Solo] Get your ass over here, girl!

No. Luna.

[shouting] Luna!

Fuck!

[knocking]

Solo!

Luna!

[shouting] Luna!

Fuck.

[hip-hop music playing over speakers]

[music fading]

[panting]

Luna?

Where the fuck are you?

Fuck.

[Boxer] Look at me.

Hey!

Look at me.

[tense music]

I blasted a guy when I was 19, not far from here.

I shot dope into my left arm,

and I pulled the trigger with my right.

Everything I had, I put into that night.

All the hate. All my anger.

Everything.

We did some crazy shit back in the days.

We were animals.

'Cause LA was a fuckin' jungle.

Every day was open season.

And I knew I was gonna die young,

so why give a fuck?

Right?

But then I got older.

The years passed.

I left my old ways, but the pain stayed,

dogging me in the mirror every day.

Year after year, like a ghost reminding me

of all those nights I was creeping and taking fools out.

Black. Brown. White.

I didn't give a fuck.

I didn't even know who I was fighting for.

I was addicted to the violence.

That's what fucks with me the most, you know?

[speaking Spanish]

I'll never know who they hit, or how many families I destroyed.

When you let that genie out of the bottle...

that ghost bullet...

it's gonna come and find you one day.

Like it found me.

[haunting music]

♪

♪

Luna.

Hey, Luna.

♪

-Hey, stop. Please. -[Luna sobs]

Stop!

We should've fucking left this place!

You should've fucking left!

♪

[exhales shakily]

♪

♪

["Thank You Anyway (Mr. DJ)" by Lou Johnson playing]

♪ Thank you anyway ♪

♪ Mr. DJ ♪

♪ For the play ♪

♪ But music ♪

♪ I miss my baby so ♪

♪ And I know ♪

♪ Ahh, she hears your show ♪

♪ So I asked for our song on the radio ♪

♪ Say thank you anyway ♪

[gun clicks]

♪ I thought if you played our favorite song ♪

[grunting]

Drop that shit and don't fuckin' move.

Only got one left.

It ain't for you.

What's up now, my boy?

[spits]

Stop fucking looking at me.

♪ I know now she, she just doesn't care ♪

Where's Luna?

Fuck you.

That bitch...

loves only you.

It ain't your business, then.

♪ I wanna tell you that music can't wash away ♪

♪ No, it just can't wash away my tears ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, my tears ♪

♪ And oh, music can't ♪

♪ Can't wash away ♪

♪ My tears ♪

["Frozen In Time" by Los Yesterdays playing]

♪ Here we are ♪

♪ Huddled together with broken hearts ♪

♪ Frozen forever in time ♪

[Freddy] Look at me.

[screaming] Look at me!

♪ Here on my street, angels are falling ♪

What did you do to Luna?

♪ Around our feet ♪

♪ Voices are calling my name ♪

Tell me!

♪ I'm afraid 'cause they know I'm to blame ♪

♪ I'm to blame ♪

I spent my whole life trying to make shit better.

That's all it ever was.

And everything tried to run me out.

Even you.

And look here, man, after all I've done for you...

Hmm? You gon' turn your motherfucking back on me?

Is that what you gon' do? Huh?

Huh?

I took you in, man!

I took you in like my fuckin' son!

[screaming] What do you want from me, Freddy?

Huh?

Huh? What the fuck do you want from me, man?

Huh?

[Freddy breathing heavily]

You can't kill me, you little motherfucker.

I'm already dead, man.

I'm already dead.

[gun clicks]

You ain't got it in you, son.

You ain't got it in you.

Huh?

You gon' shoot me when all these people watching? Huh?

[shouting] Shoot me then, motherfucker!

What y'all looking at?

Huh? Go the fuck back in the house!

[Freddy panting]

Huh? You gonna shoot me, motherfucker? Then shoot me!

-I told you, little-- No! -[gunshot]

[woman screaming]

[groans]

Goddamn, man!

[Freddy] Like you said.

[shouting] Like you said!

[Solo groans loudly]

You motherfucker, you...

[Freddy panting]

[Solo groans] You son of a bitch!

For all the shit I've done for you, little nigga!

[breathing shakily]

[Freddy] You own up to what you've done?

[pensive music]

[distant sirens wailing]

[Solo shouting] Freddy!

-Freddy! -[Freddy] I don't know why

I keep thinking of my dad's handwriting.

[Solo] Goddamn, man!

[Freddy] I guess there's a lot you can tell

from looking at someone's writing.

Just like looking in their eyes.

♪

I know I fucked up, and I shouldn't write to you.

[sirens wailing]

I look at the moon every night.

It drops real low,

sometimes so low it feels like I can touch it.

But...

it's a million miles away.

[police officer shouting]

But it still feels so close.

-Like the memory of you. -[officer 1] Put the gun down!

Drop the weapon!

[officer 2] Put the gun down!

[officer 1] Drop the weapon, son!

-Right now! -[officer 2] Drop the weapon!

[overlapping shouting]

-[officer 1] Right now! -[officer 2] Drop the weapon!

Right now!

Drop your weapon!

[Freddy] These four walls be my friend.

I'll wait for your letter.

[siren blaring]

Oh, and can you write me, uh,

the name of your favorite Morrissey song?

I wanna tat it when I get to Chino.

Till I get there, I'm taking drawing class.

And I wanna try writing your favorite song in calligraphy.

♪

[officers shouting]

I never forgot the day when you asked me

if I wanted to go to England.

I kind of do.

And them other places too.

♪

Maybe someday.

["Tell Me I'm Dreaming" by Los Yesterdays playing]

-♪ Tell me I'm dreamin' ♪ -♪ Tell me I'm dreamin' ♪

♪ This must be make-believe ♪

♪ Tell me your dream ♪

♪ But I can't shake the feelin' ♪

♪ This love is real as can be ♪

-♪ Tell me I'm dreamin' ♪ -♪ Tell me I'm dreamin' ♪

♪ Pinch me once and say to me ♪

♪ Tell me your dream ♪

♪ "Darlin', you're not sleepin' ♪

♪ This is really real reality" ♪

♪ The stars make diamonds upon your face ♪

♪ The moon smiles down from outer space ♪

♪ Don't make me wait, don't make me wait ♪

♪ The clouds surround us, the angels sing ♪

-♪ Tell me I'm dreamin' ♪ -♪ Tell me I'm dreamin' ♪

♪ This has got to be make-believe ♪

♪ Tell me your dream ♪

♪ But I can't shake the feelin' ♪

♪ This love is real as can be ♪

♪ Our love is real ♪

♪ This love is real as can be ♪

[pensive music]

♪

♪

♪