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(People cheering)

Player g: This is the money.

The rock.

Rock cocaine.

And everybody
wants a piece of it.

You understand?

Now that was the
money, youngblood.

And this is the power.

I could get you one of these.

You wanna hold it?

Go on, man, hold it.

Hold it!

So are you gonna join the
Oliver street gang or what?

I... i don't know.

You don't know.
Listen here, man.

You run with us, you live large.

Gold,

money,

girlies.

I tell you what,

I'll let you sell the
rock right here.

Right here at the
challengers club.

They don't allow drugs
in the challengers club.

Let me tell you somethin', man.

They didn't allow alcohol
during prohibition, either.

How you think all those
rich white folks got rich, huh?

That's right. By sellin' it.

So you better hook
up, youngblood.

Regina: Brian! Kelvin!

And just where do you
two think you're goin'?

(Boys shouting)

MacGyver!

Brian,

let MacGyver handle it.

Don't you dare, now.
You promised me!

Sherry,

call the station.

Tell them to send
a car by. Do it!

Then live large, man.

Hey, fellas.

Who are you?

Name's MacGyver.

MacGyver.

Bobby, why don't
you head inside, huh?

Yeah, go ahead, Bobby.

Hey, remember that
talk we had, all right?

Now I just want you to know,

Oliver street gang,
we're runnin' this hood.

Now I'm player g, and
these, these are my boys.

Hey, ole homegirl,

wanna take a ride in my
car, huh? See the real world?

Son, why don't you leave?

No, no, no, the
name's player g, baby.

Now,

Cold blood from the ice boyz, he's
sneakin' over here into my homeland.

Is he in there?

He's not involved
in gangs anymore.

Oh, yeah?

- Brian, what are you...
- What's up?

All right, all right,
let's chill it out.

Chill out. Oh, listen
to the white bread,

tryin' to talk like he's
one of the homies.

Say, you lookin' for me?

Hey, well, you on
my turf, squab-fiend!

Ain't nothin' to me, punk!

Brian, you and
Kelvin go inside now.

No, mama, he's got no respect.

Mama?

No, no, ain't no
pretty thing like that

gonna be droppin'
no ugly fool like you.

Say what, punk?

Hey, hey, yo. Get off! Get off!

Come on! Come on!

I'll smoke both y'all.
I'll smoke both y'all.

Bullets come out
fast as I can squeeze.

Want some of this? I'm
fine with my nine, yeah!

Come on, you want some of this?

Ain't nothin' to me, punk.

Put the gun down.

Hey, there's five-o.
There's five-o.

Officer, hurry. There's
gonna be trouble over there.

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

(People chattering)

You keep your mouth closed.

Well, well, "cold
blood" jeffries.

You over here causin' trouble?

(Woman chattering
on police radio)

I think the real trouble just
took off in that Mercedes.

Local expert, huh?

MacGyver's speakin' the truth.

Now, Brian is with the
challengers center now.

Brian?

Well, that's nice. I like that.

Except the truth is this is
the Oliver street gang territory.

And cold blood, I mean Brian,

runs with the ice boyz.

Meanin' he's on the
wrong side of the tracks.

Are you done, sergeant mullins?

Oh, yeah, I'm done.

(Whispering) Why don't you go?

Come on, Kelvin.

Where's the marine that
runs this place, hines?

I'm takin' over for him for a
couple of days. Name's MacGyver.

Well, Mr., uh, MacGyver?

Well, right now you're standing
in the middle of gangbanger hell.

I know your intentions
are good, but believe me,

You don't know what
you're up against here.

Unfortunately, I do.

Well, then you know guys like Brian
jeffries gangbang till they're dead.

Or in jail.

Word of advice.

Believe nothing.

Expect the worst.

And watch your back.

(Engine starting)

Regina: MacGyver, make
yourself at home. Have a seat.

Yes, ma'am.

Kelvin, get the
plates and napkins.

Okay.

Brian, honey, you haven't
had a thing to eat all day.

I'm not hungry.

Now I hope you ain't got no
designs on startin' no trouble

Because of what happened today.

Mama, how come
you can't understand

You got to fight fire with fire?

Maybe because your mother
knows that there are other ways.

Son, look how well
you've been doin' in school

since you joined
the challengers club.

School ain't life. The
challenger center ain't life.

It's a hideout
from the real deal.

The real deal happens to be

that if you gangbang,
Kelvin's gonna.

Ain't it the truth?

How long you think it's gonna
be before the Oliver street gang

won't be sellin' their drugs and collectin'
protection over here in our 'hood?

You saw player g today
jumpin' Bobby into his gang.

Next it'll be Kelvin.
Is that what you want?

I'd rather fight back
than to be runnin' scared.

That punk dissed
you today, mama.

I can't be havin' that.

MacGyver, he's just
lookin' for an excuse

to quit the challengers club!

I can see it in his eyes.

Look, it ain't my 'hood.

I don't belong over there. And
they don't belong over here.

So when's it gonna stop, huh?

What's it gonna take?

You've already lost your big
brother Eddie to a gang bullet.

You're on the verge of puttin'
Kelvin through the same crap!

Somebody talkin' about me?

- (Car tires screeching)
- Nobody talkin' about you, Kelvin. Just set the table.

Kelvin: There you go again, mama,
treatin' me like I was a little kid.

(Guns cocking)

Get down!

Mama! Mama!

Oh, my shoulder!

- Mama, you all right?
- Yeah.

Kelvin: MacGyver,
do somethin', please.

(Regina groans)

Mama, it's me, Kelvin.

Mama, please.
You're gonna be okay.

Brian!

Call the paramedics!

(Groans)

Kelvin: Hello? Listen, you got to
get paramedics over here right away.

My mama's been shot!

You're gonna be all right, mama.

I know that, Kelvin.

It's that brother of
yours I'm worried about.

I know this isn't
gonna do any good,

but you should be in bed.

MacGyver, please.

You gonna to have to find Brian

before he catches up with
those fools who did the shootin'.

I'll do my best.

And, Kelvin, you help him.

I'm fine.

I don't wanna lose another son.

(Clattering)

(People chattering)

♪ (Music playing)

(Laughs)

Hey, yo, stump, why don't you whip
us up some burgers and fries, man?

Yeah, stump, you heard
the man. We hungry.

- Man 1: Word.
- Man 2: That's right.

Man 3: C'mon with the bizzoos.

(Gang members chattering)

(Pager beeping)

Man 1: Put some
ketchup on mine, stumpy.

Man 2: Fry it up, stump.

Man 3: Yo, cuz, man.

Hey, yo, man, maynard,
take my stick, man.

I got some business
with the gunman.

Yo, man, where you hidin'?

Before you say anything,
g., you owe me three grand.

No, you make too
much money, man.

Quantity of guns and drugs I get
from you, I should be gettin' a discount.

Minton: I told you already,
I don't do discounts.

You do if I say so. And
I'm sayin' so. Got that?

(Laughs)

Now, don't mess with me. Just
give me the three grand, okay?

I'll tell you what, gunman,

I'm gonna take a twenty percent
cut and I'll forget you were in my face.

How about that?

Nada.

No can do.

Oh, you'll do it,

unless you wanna get smoked.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess, uh...

I guess since you
put it that way...

I don't have a choice, do I?

That's right. Let's take a look at
some of them automatics you got here.

(Player g. Exclaiming)

That is nice.

Tell you what, gunman,

Why don't I just take this beauty
to seal the deal? How about that?

Yeah.

(Whispering) Yeah, sorry,
it's a seller's market, dirtbag.

(Laughs)

Get back in there, jojo!

Someone down
the alley just offed g.

Get back in there!

(Police sirens blaring)

(Inaudible)

(People chattering)

(Woman chattering
on police radio)

That's right.

- You're sure?
- I'm sure.

Brian!

Hey, whoa, whoa,
whoa, wait a minute.

Like I said,

these guys don't quit
till they're dead or in jail.

This time we got an even split.

Got one dead,

one goin' to jail.

(Boys yelling)

(Door opens)

(Phone ringing)

Hey, Kelvin.

How you doin', little brother?

What's up?

You wanna tell me what happened?

Why? You can't help me, man.

Did you ice player g?
That's all we wanna know.

What difference does it make?

The police don't care as long as they
get another gangbanger off the street.

I care.

And your mother cares.

Mama asked MacGyver to help.

Then give me a gun so I can bust
out of here and help my homies.

Look, the best thing you can do for
your homies right now is to help yourself.

Now,

did you do it?

No.

Did you see who did?

No.

But the gunman was the
only other dude in the alley.

He had to have done it.

Who's the gunman?

He deals. A white dude.

All right, what's
his righteous name?

Don't know. Why
do you care anyway?

Because I wanna get
to the truth. Is that okay?

Truth don't matter.

The police got a brother.

That's all they need.

Know what I'm sayin'?

Hey, jailkeep!

I'm ready to go.

Kelvin, be strong, homeboy.

Hey, you lookin' for somethin'?

These wine boxes.

You got any idea
who delivers them?

Who are you? A cop?

I'm a friend of Brian jeffries.

Well, you better
get away from here

before some friends of
that boy he killed show up.

Hey, wait a minute, hold it.

Did you hear the shots?

I didn't hear nothin'.
I didn't see nothin'.

Then you might wanna know that
somebody's been delivering weapons

in your liquor crates here.

See this stuff?

It's called cosmoline.

It's a lubricant.

They use it when they're
packing guns for shipping.

Do you know a guy
they call the gunman?

I don't know no gunman.

I don't know no guns.

I don't even know
what you're talkin' about.

(Grunts)

(Metal clinking)

(Groans)

(Groans)

(Engine starting)

(Fizzing)

MacGyver: Come on, stumpy.

At least tell me
about this minton guy.

The guy who makes
your deliveries.

Stumpy.

Kids are gonna die.

Do you want that
on your conscience?

Gangbangers call
him "the gunman."

He's the same guy you were
askin' me about in the alley.

He's been around this area
now for about three years.

Last year he worked at a
vending machine company.

Year before it was beverages.

You got a home
address on this guy?

Just a cellular
phone number is all.

In case I needed a
last-minute order filled.

That'll do.

That'll do just fine.

Here. This'll keep
you out of my hair.

Thanks.

Stumpy, you got kids?

Four grandchildren. Why?

There's a meeting tomorrow
at the challengers club

for all the folks who are
sick and tired of this stuff.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Well, think about it.

Got enough troubles of my own.

No more meetings.

Regina: Mmm-hmm.
That's right, beulah,

we'd appreciate it.

Thank you.

Hi.

Oh, MacGyver, I've
called everybody.

Most say they gonna
try to come to the meetin',

but, well, we're just
gonna have to wait and see.

You find out anything
on that lead of yours?

Uh, yeah. He goes
by the name of minton,

but it's an alias.

I had Phoenix run a
trace on his cell phone.

It seems he made
most of his calls

around 9:00 in the morning

or 6:00 at night from
the sunset lake area.

Sunset lake?

Black folks almost need

A court order to even just
drive through that neighborhood.

Well, that should make
it easier to find him.

How?

His magazines.

Take a look.

Ah.

All the trucks and
gun racks out that way.

Oh, everybody reads this stuff.

Yeah, but not everybody
reads "black city beat."

(Laughing)

Ain't you somethin'?

And, you know, I believe I know
somebody who works at this magazine

Who could give
us a subscriber list!

That's great.

Might even be able to get
her to come to the meetin'.

Oh, speakin' of the meetin', I'm
gonna have to see about the bleachers.

Ain't you somethin'?

(Chuckling)

Watch him dribble in, man.

Check 'em out,
man, bring 'em up!

Pick it up, pick it up! Go!

Block that pass!

- Yo, yo, man.
- Watch it, boy!

Watch him low,
man, he comin' down.

Comin' in, comin'
in. Put it up, man!

♪ (Hip-hop music playing)

Oh, man, come on, kick it out!

You can do it, you can do it.

Yo, man, kel. What's up?

Time out. Time out.

- What's up, man.
- What up, Jeff?

Yo, man.

I gots the straight lowdown
on them Oliver street fools.

What's up, hard rock?

On a serious tip, homeboy.

I found out that 12:00 tomorrow,

Boom, gunman is gettin' with the Oliver
street gang at the abandoned brewery.

Is that a fact, man?

Check it.

The gunman came in the
tire shop where I work today

to get a change on his truck.

Wait. You had the gunman
and you didn't bring him down?

(All mumbling)

Why, man?

Because my brother's gonna go
to the joint because of the gunman,

That's why.

Why don't you just
chill out and listen?

Now, what the
gunman really wanted

Was to do gun business with an
"o.G." Ice boy, you know what I'm sayin'?

And hard rock is a
ice boy till the day I die.

(All agreeing)

He said them Oliver street
fools beat him on a deal

so he wanted to get them back.

What's that got to do with
not bringin' down the gunman?

Look, kel, my brother,

you gots to be more
tactical in these things,

you know what I'm sayin'?

I played along like nothin' was
nothin' so we could get all of them.

Gunman, too.

Payback, my brother.

Straight payback.

(All agreeing)

(Birds chirping)

What you lookin' for, mister?

Guns.

Drugs.

Oh, you again, huh?

Some people just don't
know when to stop, do they?

I agree.

What do you know?

Hey, I spent 12 years as a cop
in areas like south central L.A.

I was shot at,
spit on, cussed at.

Of course, then they canned me

because I roughed
up some little low-life

That would have shot
his mother for a fix.

So what?

You turned your beat into a business
opportunity, sellin' guns and drugs?

Yeah, that's right.

See, first they took my job,

then my family.

Then my reputation.

So I figured I'd get a little

restitution.

From kids?

Yeah.

Nobody else cares about them.

Why should I?

That's not true, mister.

A lot of people care.

Oh, really?

Why don't they go on down there
then and do somethin' about it?

They are trying.

But they need time.

Time! You don't
have time, buddy!

Understand?

If you're so in love
with those gangbangers,

I think I'll take you
down there with them.

See, I've set up a little meet
with the Oliver street guys.

What they don't know is
I tipped off the ice boyz.

Then I thought I'd sit around and
watch them kill each other for a while.

Then blow up what's left.

Yeah.

Think I'll throw you
in with the "what's left".

(Laughs)

(Car honking)

What you up to, Kelvin?

I gotta go, mama.

Kelvin, you was gonna help
me with the parents meetin'.

I know. I'll be back in just
a minute. I promise, okay?

Don't you dare leave
here, me tellin' you no!

Don't you get in that car!

Drive, baker!

Baker, you stop this car
right now, do you hear me?

You boys goin' after
trouble and I know it!

You'll have to drive over
my dead body to get there!

Come on, man. Let's go pick up
my car, man. The guns are in it.

Kelvin, you get your
behind out of that car!

What I'm gonna do now, Kelvin?

Just back up and go around,
man. Back up and go around.

Kelvin!

Come back, Kelvin!

You come back here!

Kelvin!

(Sobbing)

Come back here!

Regina, you're over-reactin'.

Them boys might have just
been goin' off to play basketball.

"Them boys" didn't
have a basketball.

They didn't have a
"goin'-to-play-basketball" attitude.

We all know when
trouble's comin'

And we don't pay attention.

That's one of our problems.

Well, what we supposed to do?

Know what's going on.

Get involved.

And right now is a
good time to start.

(All chattering)

Stumpy. What you doin' here?

All you are interested in

is kissin' up to them
Oliver street boys.

(All agreeing)

believe me,

I didn't wanna come here.

But I got grandchildren.

Woman: Yeah, yeah, sure.

Glad to have you,
stumpy. Sit down.

No, I don't have time for that.

I just want to let you know,

I heard

The ice boyz are goin'
after the Oliver streets.

Woman: Say what?

Sounds like it's
gonna be a bad fight.

(Crowd mumbling)

Fight? Where?

Over at that abandoned
brewery on Mason Avenue.

I know you ain't thinkin'
about goin' over there yourself.

That's exactly
what I'm gonna do.

Well, I'm gonna call the
police like I got good sense.

Woman: Yeah, you
can't go over there.

No!

This is our responsibility!

We always dependin'
on the police.

And all they got to
depend on is self defense

when it comes to these gun-wielding
gangbangers, our children.

You hear me? Our children!

And we better damn
well do somethin' about it!

You're crazy!

No,

I am desperate!

Y'all that's gonna come, come.

You gonna stay, stay!

Today we gonna
look our kids in the eye

and say, "no."

We gonna do it ourselves!

Like we should have
been doin' all the time!

Okay, MacGyver,

My turn to improve the world.

Gonna clean up a lot of
trash with one big bang.

One big bang.

(Beeping)

The Oliver street days are done.

Ice boyz is in the house now
and we gonna put in some work.

Ice boyz must
have lost their way.

Yeah, it looks like we gonna
be plantin' more than trees.

Let's mod on these fools.

(Chattering)

(Groans)

(Chattering)

Yo, ice boyz is wack!

Well, come get some then, fool.

What's up? You ain't said
nothin' but a word, bootsy!

- What you wanna do?
- Tell them to throw down!

(Grunting)

(Both groaning)

(Guns cocking)

(Glass shattering)

Who that?

It's minton.

Man, I'm gonna
bust a cap in that fool!

(Cars honking)

Damn, it's my grandma.

Hey, man, what your
mama doin' here?

I don't know, man. What's
your mama doing here?

Man: Boy, what you
doin'? You crazy?

(All chattering)

(Grunting)

Grab my arm.

Come on. Don't let go. Pull!

It's MacGyver.

Look at him tryin' to save the
gunman's life. Why he tryin' to do that?

You got a problem with somebody
showin' a little human decency?

Boy: Hey, check this out.

Put your guns down!

He set you up!

This truck

is filled with dynamite!

Put the guns down!

Do like the man says.

Look at you!

So easy to get you little
fools to kill one another!

Give you some drugs,

give you some guns,

just turn you loose in
your own neighborhood!

Somebody kills!

Somebody dies!

Somebody goes to prison!

Fools, every one of you!

Put the damn guns
down and think!

Think!

You ain't hurtin'
nobody but your own!

It's no excuse.

No excuse!

Stupid!

(Exclaims)

Hey!

(People chattering)

Man, it's good to be out.

The joint ain't
happenin', little brother.

Word.

Why, I be takin' my show to the
forum with Michael Jordan anyway.

Uh, with hands like that,
you better be thinkin' lawyer.

(Laughing)

yeah? Well, you gonna
eat your words, bro,

when you see me in one of
those sneaker commercials.

Your project "green the scene" is
workin', MacGyver, in more ways than one.

The trick is to keep it working.

Oh, guns, drugs, gangs,

we got a lot of bad habits
to break in our community.

If we don't,

these bad habits
gonna destroy us.

It don't have to
be "dog eat dog."

It can be people
respectin' people.

Maybe the kids have
some role models now.

I sure hope so.