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(guitar strumming)

- Check out my man Red, walking tall.

- That's a nice car.

- Yeah, you like that?

- Yeah.

- Hey you got a light?

- No man, I just got out.

- Juvi?

Talk to me when you got some county time.

- You did two weeks.

- And ran that too.

- Yeah, after three weeks I'm ready to go home.

- [Vargas] Home?

Nah, man, we're gigging.

- No man, not tonight.

- Dude, I haven't seen you in like a month.

Relax, you're going.

- Yeah, where?

- [Vargas] To a party.

- Come on, bro that's the last place I wanna be right now.

- Angela has been blowing up my cell phone.

- Angela?

- She wants to have a surprise part for you.

(upbeat music)

- This dude's problem.

Aye.

Baby.

- I see you brought the man of the hour.

- What?

I'm not even gonna put it on the internet.

(upbeat music)

- Hey.

Welcome back.

- It's good to be back.

This is a nice party.

- It's for you.

- So I hear.

- This is gonna sound kind of crazy, but I missed you

just a little.

- Well, just a little bit.

- Did you, did you think about me?

Us?

- Yeah, I couldn't stop.

- Well what's next?

- It's a party, right?

* Whatever makes you tick, whatever makes you *

- It is now.

* Feel alive, you do

* And if it pulls you back and if it makes you wanna change *

* You don't and are running again *

* Always playing pretend

* When's it gonna end

* When's it gonna end

I have a surprise for you.

* Like it's leaving us behind

* And you disappear, disappear, disappear *

- Wait.

Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?

* Something over style

(police sirens)

Angela wait, hang on, hang on.

- What's going on?

- Do you trust me?

Hey mom.

- Jake.

- Sorry, he hasn't ate yet.

- It's all right.

I was just having a bad dream.

You were,

nevermind.

- I have bad dreams too.

- Yeah.

- I have this one dream, I'm younger, but I'm big.

Bigger than mom and even you.

But no one notices.

Only me.

It's like I walk around invisible.

- You definitely got bigger though, I can that.

Come here, man.

Come give me a hug, I missed you.

- Something's wrong with Roadkill.

- Yeah, like what?

- I don't know, he's been acting weird lately.

I think he's sick.

- [Red] Yeah, I'll keep an eye on him for you.

- You should.

I'm gonna finish getting ready.

- For what?

- Mom's taking us somewhere.

- Good, I'm starving.

- Not breakfast, church.

- Church?

- Yeah.

Jesus and stuff.

She said you're going too.

- Yeah someday, buddy.

Not today.

- I heard her on the phone.

She said she tried everything

and now she's trying God.

* Eh eh, he's coming back, he's coming back *

* Eh, eh, eh, eh he's coming back, he's coming back *

(cheering)

- Thank you

Thank you, Christina.

It warms my heart to see our youth ministry

at work serving the Lord.

Please be seated.

And turn with me, if you will, to first John

chapter two, verse 15.

Here the word of God says, do not love the world

and do not love the things in the world.

- Mom, seriously, can I go?

- Negative.

- For Christ says you cannot serve two masters.

For you will love one and you will hate the other.

So choose, who will serve?

- Hey Ang.

No, I'm at church.

- Will you serve the things of the world?

Or will you serve God?

(honking)

- You thought I forgot, didn't you?

- [Red] Put that away.

- Happy birthday.

- Come on, man.

Thanks, I can't.

You know my mom said I gotta start dropping stuff.

- What?

- No.

- Dude, it's your birthday,

come on. - I know.

It's messed up, isn't it?

That smells good.

- It's krunk, baby.

- You're killing me, man.

Put that away.

- This is that purple cush dragon bud.

It's supposed to be government strained.

- No, no.

- All right.

Celebrate all by myself.

- Okay, you have fun with that, Vargas.

Yo, yo, yo check it.

- Don't start.

- Check it, drop the beat Red. - Do not start.

- Drop the beat, Red. - That's not funny.

- Drop the beat for your birthday.

It's your birthday.

Happy birthday. - It's my birthday, my my one

wish is for you to stop. - How old are you, Red?

Happy birthday. - Please stop.

Tell your boy, V.

Tell papa V. - Vargas stop.

- Tell papa V, tell papa V so I can

drop it like it's hot. - You suck at rapping.

You're not even good at it.

You're not even good at it. - All right, all right.

- Can we just go?

- Livin' life like the 1800s.

You're 18 but you're living - Bro, my mom's gonna

be on to me, I just got out. - Life like it's the 1800s.

(bell ringing)

- Oh, so close.

- You were close last time.

Today, you're late.

- What, no man.

I was totally here.

- Take your seat, young man.

- Whatever, man.

- [Teacher] Bar, Jessica.

- Present.

- Bod, Andy.

- [Andy] Here.

- Hey, what up, Red?

- [Teacher] Red.

- Here.

Yeah man, after the party got busted last night

a bunch of us got tore up at the bridge, man.

I mean, we had a bonfire 20 feet high.

- Mr. Sladewsky.

- What?

- [Teacher] Goodman, Grace.

- [Grace] Here.

- [Girl] What are you doing?

- Something stinks.

- Well don't look at me.

- [Teacher] Clifford, Billy.

- [Billy] Present.

- Mr. Duncan, sit.

Ladies, quiet.

Thank you.

- Something stinks, for real.

- Theodore Sladewsky.

- What?

It's not me.

I swear.

- [Red] Can you give me a second chance?

- [Mr. Hanson] It's final.

- [Red] For how long?

- [Mr. Hanson] Not suspended, Red.

- [Red] It's my senior year, man.

This is bull.

(phone ringing)

- Red.

You better get tougher than that.

Or else the road you're on is a hard and lonely one.

(soft music)

* The years look kind of funny

* You hold them in your teeth

* Like a dark God above you

* You're underneath his feet

* Speaking every work

* That glides across the page

* Someone else will hold you up *

* In some old fashion rage

* Your hand is closing, you're over me *

* The I am

* Am I wrong to wanna

* Wanna be that man

- Trick or treat. - Trick or treat.

- Happy Halloween.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Oh you guys are scary.

- Thank you.

- Trick or treat.

Is your mom home?

- Mom, mom.

Somebody's here.

- Jake right?

Look just like your mom.

- Come on in.

Sorry about the mess.

I wasn't expecting.

Uh Jake, this is Mr. Hanson.

Tony.

Your brother's principal.

- [Tony] Nice to meet you.

- Is Red in trouble?

- Jake, don't say that.

Sorry, Tony.

- Dana, could we talk in private?

- Sure.

Jake, go on.

Give us a minute.

- [Tony] Dana, I would have called, but--

- No, that's okay.

Can I get you a drink?

- Sure, coffee's fine.

- Is everything okay?

- How you doing?

- Fine.

- You sure?

- Been a rough week.

I can't keep this up.

- I know.

- Nothing I do is working.

- Sometimes you just have to let go.

- No, that's not an option.

- Have you talked?

- No, I can't.

- Can't or won't?

- I'm sorry.

- That makes two of us.

- Look it's just, it's never been the right time, okay?

But I will.

Promise.

For them.

For me.

- Dana, it's Red.

- I know, he's 18.

He should be able to handle this.

- Okay, you don't understand.

- Well I'm doing my best to figure out

what the, I'm talking about.

- I expelled Red today.

- What?

- I had to.

- You had to?

No, you don't have to do anything.

- Okay Dana, Dana.

- He was so close, how could you do this to him?

- Okay, stop it right there.

He did this, okay?

I'm not gonna look the other way anymore

and neither should you.

- I told him.

The last straw.

Where is he now?

- I don't know.

- What's going on?

- Uh, nothing.

Mr. Hanson just--

- I gotta go.

- Wait.

- Mom?

- Jake, Tony and I--

- Oh boy.

- What happened to Red?

Is he okay?

- No, baby, he isn't.

He's not okay at all.

I don't know what to do.

I feel like I give them everything

and all I do is work.

- Work buries pain.

- It can bury a marriage too.

But that's another story.

- I don't know how you do.

- Yeah well I think it's pretty evident

that I'm not doing it very well.

It's been so long.

- I've been waiting longer.

What's wrong?

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

- No Tony, I'm sorry.

I'm just not good at this.

- Dana, nothing to be sorry about.

- You don't know me.

You don't know anything about me.

- So we're both strangers.

We got nothing to lose.

What was that?

Shawn, what's going on?

- Got a report of intoxicated subject.

They were right.

- Try not to let this get out, okay?

- I told base it was a UTL.

- You're a life saver.

- Oh my God, would you just get over it?

- Hey listen, you're lucky I know your mom, okay?

- Well you're lucky you know my mom.

- Listen, you little fart--

- Shawn.

I got it, okay?

Thanks.

- If you wanna play good cop, bad cop you got me.

- No, I'm good.

- All right.

Hey, I got fight now over at the bar tonight

if you're interested in watching it.

- You smell like the--

- [Dana] Not tonight.

- Excuse me?

- Oh great.

- Dana, I'll just see my way out.

- Yeah, okay.

That sounds good.

I'll talk to you later then.

- [Tony] Yeah.

- [Dana] All right.

- You came to my house?

That's weak.

- So thanks, guys.

- Thanks for keeping Dana safe.

It's pretty rough out there.

- Yeah, you know, we're partners.

(mumbling)

- That's good.

- All right, thank you.

Have a good night.

Thanks.

- Good night.

- All right, see you later.

What is going on?

- I was just thinking that.

- You get brought home by my partner?

- He is dink.

- He's a cop like me.

- He is a dink.

- Jake, go to your room.

- He took DJ's skateboard--

- Now.

- Okay.

Don't you get it?

You're 18.

I can't cover for you anymore.

- I never asked you to.

- Do you like putting me through this?

Huh?

Are you trying to pay me back for your dad?

Well I got news for you--

- You've earned your wage, all right?

- That's it.

I'm done with you.

I want you to leave.

- Mom.

- I'm not gonna let you make me feel

like I screwed up your life anymore.

- You did a fine job of that, didn't you mom?

- [Dana] Get out.

- I will and you know what?

You will never see me again, just like dad.

- You're a thief and a junkie.

Just like your dad.

- Yeah from my mom.

- You're killing each other.

Stop.

- I'm sorry I put you through this.

I'm sorry I called you that.

But I will never take the blame for you

and what you did to this family, never.

- Red.

Red.

Red.

- [Angela] Happy birthday.

- Thanks.

- Are you okay?

And what happened to your face?

- This town is just suffocating.

- I know, but what can you do?

- Leave.

- I'd go with you.

- Why?

I'm a screw up.

- No, you're not.

You're amazing. - Yes, I am.

- You've had some tough luck.

- It's not luck, Angela.

It's a curse.

- It's not a curse.

Everybody has problems.

You think I wanna be taking care of this house by myself?

- I'm not comparing.

- I know you're not comparing me,

but my dad is too busy being 21 again.

My brother is always here.

I'm always alone.

You at least have a family.

- I did.

- But you have a choice, I don't.

- I don't wanna fight, Angela, okay?

I'm tired of fighting.

- I'm sorry.

Me too.

Kiss?

- Yeah.

- Don't worry.

I'll take care of you.

- Stop.

- Come on, Jake.

We gotta go.

Jake.

Jake.

Jake, are you all right?

What are you doing?

You scared me.

Jake?

Jake?

- Everyone I've ever loved is gone.

- It's not your fault.

Okay?

It's me, I messed up.

You hear me?

- How can someone say they love you and then leave you?

- I wanna know that too.

- He lied, mom.

- Who?

- I hate him.

- Jake, don't hate him.

Don't hate anybody, okay?

- I'm the man of the house now.

- That's right.

That's right, my fearless Jake.

- I'll protect you mom and I'll never leave you.

I promise.

- Red?

- Couldn't sleep.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

- Just give it some time.

You'll figure it out.

In the meantime you can stay with me.

- I don't know, Ang.

Everything's just kind of spinning right now.

- Just think about it.

Until you get back on your feet.

- Yeah, you're right.

I need to do something soon.

- Even if it's just today.

I'll make you some breakfast.

- Yeah, I would like that.

Thank you.

- Red?

- Ang, put some clothes on.

- Carlos, you can't just come over whenever you want.

You don't live here anymore.

- Yeah, I know.

I was just stopping by to see how you were doing.

You all right?

- Good.

- So what's going on, Ang?

(speaking foreign language)

- Nothing.

(speaking foreign language)

I'm not lying.

You look different.

You change your hair or something?

- Yeah, just a little.

- It looks good, Ang, it looks good.

- Too bad it's all jacked up.

- Hey, shut up and eat and go home, okay?

- Aye, when the sun comes, there's rain.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing?

Where are you going?

- May I use the bathroom, please?

- No, no, Poncho stop.

No.

- Angie, don't be rude.

Let him go.

- He can go outside if we wants to.

I don't give a.

Carlos.

- Look it ain't much, but do what you need to do with it.

Okay?

- Really?

- Yeah, that's what family is for.

All right, here's a little extra as well.

- Thank you, I really appreciate it.

- I'm your brother right?

I need to take care of you.

Come here, give me a hug.

* At the drop of a hat, the drop a rap *

* The drop of the beat, you might have listened *

* To what thought was fact

* At the drop of a hat, the drop of rap *

* The drop of the beat, you might have listened *

* To what thought was fact

* Whatchu, whatchu want

(knocking)

* Yeah, watchu, whatchu want

* Watchu wanna do

* My man, it's on you

- Oh my God, Red you're okay.

Wait, where are you going?

- I'll call you later, Ang.

- I just got some money.

I thought maybe we could watch a movie.

- I can't, I can't, okay.

- Why?

- I'll call you later.

I'll make it up to you, I promise.

- Okay, you better.

- Man, your sister, she is grown.

- What's that supposed to mean, Poncho?

- Nada, nada.

- Hey, do you know that white boy that hangs out

with your cousin, Vargas?

- The tall, skinny white boy?

- [Carlos] Yeah, yeah, Red?

- Heard his mom's a chorizo.

- I already don't like this kid.

- What's going on?

- This.

- Where did you get this?

- It's probably better I don't tell you that.

- Whatever Scarface.

- Think we could sell it?

- Man, I'm hooked.

I'll get Ponch, he'll know.

- No, someone else.

- Okay.

Dude, I've never seen this much before.

One for them.

Two for me.

- Hey, no.

Sell all of it.

Okay, I need the money quick.

- You'll get paid man, relax.

I just gotta get loco first.

You know what I'm saying?

- Listen to me, I'm serious.

Okay I gotta, we gotta do this right.

Okay, I need this money quick.

You can't mess this up.

- Right, right.

- Are you in or are you out?

- I'm in.

But we gotta check it out, right?

See if it's, you know, if it's good.

- Right, yeah.

I don't even know what half this stuff is, though.

- That's why we gotta do it.

- All right, let's try this one.

- Give me the one with the skull on it, yeah.

Yeah, son.

Stacking paper.

We ballers now, for real.

- Let's take it down now.

- Lord, please forgive me.

I don't even know how to pray.

Uh.

Please help us.

I need my family.

I'm so tired.

Please protect us

and give me strength.

I need you.

I need you.

Please don't leave me.

- [Man] Adam five to base.

I got two subject pulled over on Bridge St.

Gonna be sending the unit my way.

- [Woman] 10 four, Adam five, break.

Adam six, please respond to Bridge St.

Two subjects pulled over.

Adam five is requesting back up.

Base to Adam six.

- Adam 16 in route.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Did you get your boy all straightened out?

- He left.

- He'll be back as soon as he finds out

everything in this world costs more than a dime.

You all right?

- I'm fine.

Details?

- Driver is Abraham Garcia, AKA Ponch.

The passenger is this Carlos Fuentes.

* I shut it down

Ponch has got a list of priors.

Petty larsony, marijuana conviction.

Nothing on this Fuentes, though.

- All right, your call.

- Ladies first.

Garcia, out of the car.

- [Ponch] Man, for what?

- I detect an order of marijuana.

Do you mind if I search?

- Yes, I mind.

- Good, I knew you would and hands on top.

Cross your fingers.

- Oh, you didn't smell nothing, liar.

- You got anything in here that's gonna poke me or stick me?

- No, man why don't you chorizo go

and bust those white boys over in that meth house?

- Well you know all us cops are racist, right?

All right, come back.

Let's walk.

- Get back in that car.

- Officer, we're not doing anything illegal.

- Lock, lock them.

- If you let me explain.

- Where'd you get this?

- What?

I don't know what you're talking about.

- This, where'd you get it?

- I don't know.

I don't remember.

- What is it, Dana?

- I wanna know where you got it.

- Like I said, I don't know.

- Dana, what is it?

- Red's school ID.

(whispering) what you do around him, ever.

You understand me?

You got it?

- I'm sure wherever your son is, he's perfectly fine, ma'am.

Can we go?

- Okay, we're getting an audience now.

Dana?

Dana.

- Can we go?

- I'm watching you, okay?

You trust me.

- Everybody this is just a department training program here.

Friendly police.

Dana.

- I'm good, I'm good.

- Man, wait till I catch those slippin.

It's on.

What's wrong with you?

- You're slipping Ponchito.

- What?

They didn't have, on us.

- Yeah, no thanks to.

Man.

Got a feeling that cop's not gonna lay off me

anytime soon, either.

- What you gonna do?

- Take me to Angela's.

* One hit to the body, two shots to the dome *

* Stick and move, bob and weave *

* Snapping necks, crushing bones *

* Set you up with a jab

* Upper cut to the jaw

* We could box or go to war

* Either or, it's Mickey War

* While Irish rose from the streets a low *

* With the love for the game and a whole lot of soul *

- Give me a smoke.

- Listen we--

- You need.

Show me that cheddar first.

- Show him the dope, man.

- We got something we gotta move.

- Well look at you, all grown up.

- Can you do it or not?

- Yeah.

- Sweet.

- But only one of you can go.

- No, both of us.

- My man don't like company.

- We're walking.

- Hey, wait man, hey.

We gotta check this out.

We gotta get, gone.

- But we're gonna trust this guy?

Come on.

- We'll be his, then.

Come on, man.

Look we can do this.

We're ballers.

- Man, I don't know.

- All right, you stay here.

I'll take care of it then.

- Vargas, this is my thing.

All right, I'll do it without walking home.

- All right, man, that's what I'm talking about.

- [Man] Get y'all minds made up?

- [Red] Yeah, we got it.

- [Man] What you working with, man?

- [Red] We got a lot of stuff.

- [Man] How much stuff you go?

- [Red] A lot.

(dogs barking)

(knocking)

OD.

Donnie.

It's foreplay.

Wait, wait, D.

I got some lou.

Well, this white boy does.

- You're still bailing me out, right?

- Yeah, D, this dude hear said he got something you might--

- Enough.

Can't you speak?

- Yeah, I got something that you might want.

- What's your name?

- Red.

- You wearing a wire, Red?

- No, he's clean.

I checked him out myself.

- No wire.

- What are you selling?

- You have first class tickets to the moon.

- All right.

You can come in, but you gotta stay out here.

- What?

Man, I brought him.

- Close the door tight.

- [Man] Some little white boy out.

- Jessie.

Baby, you gotta quiet that baby down.

I'm trying to some business in here.

All right, come on over here.

Trick or treat me, what do you got?

- Treat.

- You weren't lying, were you boy?

You got yourself a bag of goodies.

Mind if I take a look?

- Yeah.

- Let's see.

We got some rocks in there.

Little bit of ice.

Some X.

Little bit of trippy, trip.

Hey you got a party in a bag there, Red.

- Yeah, it's all good.

- Is it all good?

Hmm?

You got anymore on you?

- No, but I can get more.

- From who?

- I know a guy, okay?

I can get more real cheap if we can make a deal.

- See that's the problem now, Red.

Cheap.

See my idea of cheap is free and I'm a real cheap.

- You know what, I came here to make a deal with you.

- Yeah?

Well I don't know you.

- [Red] Take it easy.

- And I don't do business with punk kids.

Did I say stand up?

Let's try this again.

Where did you get those drugs, Red?

And I'm gonna advise that you don't lie to me.

Because if you do, I'm gonna think

that you think I'm stupid.

Do you think I'm stupid?

Oh, you want that?

You're not going anywhere until you tell me who sent you.

Now where did you get that?

Huh?

- Get off of me.

- Oh, you're getting a little lightheaded now, aren't you?

See that light?

You got a few seconds before you're going out with, Red.

Unless you tell me who sent you.

Huh?

Huh?

- Ponch, Ponch.

- Ponchito?

Ponchito.

Why didn't you just say so in the beginning?

I mean, I don't like that taco bender,

but not about ready to start any beef with him either.

So why'd you get such a steal on that stuff?

- He hooked me up, all right.

I'm dating Carlos' sister.

- Carlos.

Well viva la raza.

Doing business with the whole family, are you?

Okay.

I think we can do some business.

You want a beer?

You look like you could use one.

Hang on to this, kid.

We'll talk some business when I get back.

- Carlos.

- What?

- It's gone, it's gone.

- What is going on?

- All of our, is gone.

- What are you talking about?

- I need to know everyone that was here right now.

- Oh so you didn't want me to get busted, huh?

- Callate.

- No, this whole time you've been hiding drugs

in my house and trying to protect me, really?

- Ang, that's enough.

- No, bull.

That is.

You're such a liar.

I can't believe you.

- Ang, come here.

- No, do not touch me.

Do not, get away.

No, get off me. - Stop.

- Stop it.

I don't wanna talk to you.

- Come here.

- Get off, Carlos.

Stop, get off.

(whispering)

- I'm sorry.

- Where are they?

- I don't know, you tell me.

- I told them 2:30.

- I'm starting to learn that a lot of people

in this game don't keep a schedule, Vargas.

- You gotta hit this.

- No, not yet.

Man, they're not coming, forget it.

- Forget that, put it out.

- I got some snow on this shingle.

- Would you just throw that thing out the window?

Keep your head, man.

Man.

What the hell is this?

- Uh, you got something for me?

- Yeah, we got it.

Chill out, man.

Payday.

- Please don't give my mom any drugs?

- Chantell, it's Charlie's.

Sorry. (laughing)

Kids.

- Yeah, I hear ya.

Let's do this.

- [Chantell] No mom, let's just go home.

- Hey little girl.

This is grown up stuff, mind your mom's.

- [Chantell] You can just shut up.

- Chantell.

Now sit back before I give you one.

- Bro, this is messed up, let's go.

- What?

- She's got a kid with her.

- Dude, you wanna be a baller, this is the court.

- You better quite telling me what to do.

- Oh, well then man up.

- Here, it's all there, you can count it.

- [Vargas] I will.

- Hi, hey.

(honking)

Chantell.

- What are you doing?

- God damn it.

(upbeat music)

- You want out?

After all we've been through.

I'm done with you, that's it.

Screw that.

All right, God then.

Yeah and take.

I'm keeping this.

I'm gonna get mine, you'll see.

- Jake.

Come on, aren't you happy to see me?

Jake, come on, I'm sorry.

- Everybody's sorry lately.

- I am.

Listen, I wanna make it up to you, okay?

I will.

Just a couple more days, everything will be good.

- Where have you been lately?

- I got a job in the city.

I'm actually doing really good, too.

I'm gonna take care of things, you'll see.

- Glad you're in a better place.

- It's not better, Jake.

It's just different.

Okay, it's not about that.

So how's mom?

- We got a letter in the mail from the house people.

Says she's getting convicted if she doesn't pay.

- Convicted, wait, evicted?

- Think so.

- Okay you know what, do me a favor.

Find that letter and give it to me, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay?

I want you to take this.

Put it in the safest place you know.

Okay?

Everything's gonna be cool, all right?

I gotta go.

All right.

- Red.

How can I trust you?

- I don't know.

Faith?

(suspenseful music)

(upbeat music)

- Everybody.

The party's officially begun.

- Hey, my man.

Got any of that bow?

- Man.

I got so many trees, it's like Christmas up in here.

- Oh yes, yes.

Yo, yo who is with me?

Who is with me, right?

Come on, guys.

- Hey.

I got that special bud, it's really good.

I'm not about to share with these vampires.

- Really, really good?

- Where can we go?

- Um, let's go this way.

- Oh my God, you are so wasted.

(laughing)

He is so gone.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

You were passed out on the couch.

(laughing)

- It was crazy.

We're lucky we didn't die.

- I know.

- My mom was so.

I love that car.

- Yeah.

- That was good times.

- Yes, yeah that was good times.

- We did have some good ones together, you and me.

Everybody.

- I'm gonna go.

Vargas stop.

- It's just me.

- Get off of me, stop.

- Ang.

- Red.

- Shh, shh, Ang.

- Wait, no.

- What's the rush?

- All right.

Oh, you didn't kiss him, look at what happened, man.

Ah, geez.

- Hey, where's Ang?

- Oh Red, yo what's up?

Aye, you think you could hook a brother up a little bit?

Just a taste?

- [Angela] Red.

Get off me.

- Just chill, chill.

- Get off her, Vargas.

- Stop, Vargas.

Stop, leave him alone.

- I could have had her.

I could have.

You think you're the, just 'cause you--

- Shut your mouth, Vargas.

Shut up.

- No, man.

- No, stop.

- Hey, yo come on. - Red.

Guys please, please stop, please.

- Get off of me.

Vargas, you're dead.

- Angela, I can't believe you.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm done with all of you.

Everyone here can just go.

Move. - Red.

- Yo man, total buzz kill.

- You know why we're here, right?

Good.

What's his name?

- It's nobody, man.

- Nobody.

Wanna try that again?

- It's Red.

- Good.

Now you're gonna tell me where he is right now.

I'm losing you again.

You stole from me, pendejo.

You and the big strong, where is he?

(soft music)

* Only you, you were my world

* Only you could have my soul

* Inside your heart

* I was home

- Hey.

- My tia sends her apologies.

- Thank you, mijo.

How is she?

- She's hanging in there.

- Feel so bad I don't go to see her.

She's got that awful illness, God bless her.

But you still take care of her, tu tambien ah?

- Oh si, of course, of course, always do.

- Those prescriptions must cost a fortune.

- We manage.

- You're such a good boy.

You and Ponchito and my little baby in there.

(sobbing)

- Excuse me, Mrs. Vargas?

Hi, I'm Dr. Strauss.

Your son sustained significant head trauma

during the assault.

A CT shows a serious brain bleed.

- Aye dios mio.

- Now he's got a lot of pressure around his head right now,

which we are addressing with a drain.

But he's not out of the woods yet.

His will to live will be tested tonight.

- He's my little man.

I'm just not ready for him to leave me yet.

Please, doctor, you gotta save him.

- Are you a believer, Mrs. Vargas?

- Yes, I pray to the saints to help.

- Ma'am, your son doesn't need their help?

He needs a miracle.

- Oh God, Carlos.

(sobbing)

- Mrs. Vargas, hi.

Officer Nichols, I just wanna ask you

a couple quick questions.

- Do you know of any enemies Keith may have had?

- No.

Everyone loved him.

- What about anybody that would hurt him at all?

- He was friends with everybody.

I don't know who could have done this to him.

- Okay, so last night when he was coming in--

- Excuse me, officer.

She told you everything she knows.

Please, she just needs her family now.

Okay?

Has he said anything to you?

- No.

Poor mijo, he can't talk.

- Officer, could I speak with you?

Do you have any idea who might have done this?

- We'll find him.

- Look, I may have something for you.

It could be a rumor, but I heard that Vargas

and a friend of his, the cop's son.

- Red?

- Yeah.

- They went to a party, fight broke out.

They were fighting over a girl, drugs.

Anyway he told Vargas he was gonna kill him.

- No kidding.

- Yup.

- Poor Dana.

- So what's gonna happen to him?

- Well if he makes it tonight, we're definitely gonna,

we appreciate your concern, but we got it, okay?

All right, thanks.

- Hey, officer.

About the other day, no harm, no foul.

Bygones.

Sorry, Vargas.

Help.

Police.

Help.

(fast upbeat music)

- Hey, hey.

- I lost him.

- What?

- Sucker's slippy.

- I don't believe any of this, Shawn.

- Believe it, Dana.

He did it and I'm gonna get him.

- No.

Look, if Red did this and he's out there

then I'm gonna be the one who brings him in.

He's still my son.

But I'm still a cop.

- Do you know what time it is?

- Yeah, I'm sorry.

I just, I need to talk to Donnie.

- He's sleeping.

- Do you think you could just--

- Oh, get him all bent out of shape

for waking him up at seven o'clock in the morning?

(baby crying)

Ricky, honey, momma's coming.

- Red, Red, Red.

What in all that's in holy are you doing here?

You know they got your mug all over the news?

- I know, it's all messed up, D.

I didn't even do anything.

- I know.

The police are always the hardest to convince

that you're innocent.

What's next for Red?

See the way I see it, you got the popo

and you got Carlos looking for you

under every rock and taco stand.

- I know, this sucks.

- Feels like everything is going to,

and a hand basket, doesn't it?

Fear not, Red because I always have a plan.

- Yeah, what's that?

- First thing's first, you got any dough on you?

- This is it.

This is all I have, they raided my crib.

- Bummer.

This is it?

- Yeah I mean, my mom.

I was supposed to just try to help them--

- Listen I don't wanna hear about your mom, the cop,

who want to take you to jail.

- So then it's all over then, isn't it?

- Here's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna make a little purchase on your behalf.

Get you some protection.

Because you're gonna need it.

Now this old girl here, she's been to a few proms,

but she still satisfies.

- What will I need a gun for, Donnie?

- It's not just about the gun, Red.

It's the whole protection plan.

See I'm not gonna tell the cops or Carlos where you're at.

- Just give me some dope or I want my money back.

- This is not a negotiation, Red.

- No you've ripped me off, Donnie.

- I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

- You know what?

You screwed me.

- I didn't screw you.

I'm trying to save you, kid.

Now get out of here.

Get out of here.

(soft music)

(dog barking)

I knew it would just be a matter of time

before you come see me.

Can't say that your timing's real good, but I'm ready.

Are you ready?

(laughing)

(shotguns firing)

- Stop, stop.

That piece of--

- Hold on, hold on, hold on.

He killed my Donnie.

- Who did?

- Donnie's--

- Aye, you know who did this?

- Red.

- Say again.

- I'm gonna kill him.

- You listen to me, you little strung out.

Are you saying Red?

Huh?

My kid?

Answer me.

- He killed my Donnie and I'm gonna rip his face off,

do you get it?

- Get her away from me.

- Got her, buddy?

- Okay, am I going crazy?

Huh, this is not happening.

- Dana, your kid is flipped.

- No, no.

- Dana, it's the drugs that's got him.

He ain't the same.

- Did you see that guy?

- Yes.

- Red?

- Yes.

- No, he couldn't have done that.

- Look, I love you,

but I'm gonna get him and I can't promise you

it's gonna be pretty.

- Shawn.

Please.

- Adam five to base.

Suspect is a six foot, 150 pound white male.

Redmond Duncan, AKA Red.

* Do you know

* My eyes that stare

* Somehow they hurt my body

* And left me here

* Innocent

* So I'll learn

* We bend cry, we victims of crime *

* With bleeding songs

* Come

* Find me

- I need to talk to you.

I need some time, Tony.

- A break?

- I don't know, I just need some time to myself.

Okay?

To get perspective on all of this.

- Well I hate to hear that, Dana,

but I'll wait for you.

And look, I'm here.

- Can I ask you something?

- Shoot.

- God has this plan, right?

For all of us?

And he'll make it better.

So am I missing something?

- My pastor has some good advice.

- Yeah, what's that?

- Dig in and keep swinging.

- Well, I feel like I've dug myself right into a pit.

And I just don't have much fight left.

- You'd be surprised.

Trust him, trust yourself.

- I'm getting there.

I gotta go.

- Be safe.

(muffled talking on police radio)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Honey?

Red, where are you?

Please, just tell me where you are.

Red, I know you didn't do it.

But you gotta talk to me.

Please honey, I can help you.

- No you can't.

I remember grandpa used to drive by this place.

Remember he used to yell?

Death, where is your sting?

You remember that?

- Honey you have to come with me.

- I never knew what he was talking about.

And all these people in here.

All their hopes and dreams just buried.

Everything that was left undone and never said.

It's all pointless.

- I think what grandpa meant is that this isn't the end.

- The end, the beginning, was is that all about?

Huh?

- Okay, come with me, okay?

We'll sort it all out.

- What's the point to life anyway, what's the point?

You know either you have everything or you have nothing.

- I know it's hard.

- You know and we end up here anyway with nothing.

- I don't have all the answers.

I tried to blame by dad.

Maybe God has a plan or something.

- Maybe this is all just a part of it.

- No, no, we have a choice, okay?

Let's go.

Honey, you have to face this.

I know you didn't kill those people.

- I didn't kill anybody.

- I know.

But now I'm gonna need you to step out from behind there

and turn around and put your hands behind your back.

- You don't believe me.

- It's not up to me now.

- You're gonna throw me in jail?

Your son.

- You need help, honey.

But I'll stand behind you, you just have to trust me.

Now let's go, let's go.

- No.

I'm not that strong, mom.

- Red, you put that away.

- I'm not like you.

- Red, you listen to me.

You put that away.

- It hurts to live, mom.

- No, no, come here honey.

Please come here, come here.

- Grandpa was wrong.

- No, no.

- It doesn't.

- Oh God, no.

No. - Red put the gun down

right now, down on the ground.

Dana move.

Shit.

(sobbing)

(upbeat music)

* Gonna make you dance, dance

* Gonna make you dance, dance, dance *

* Gonna make you dance, dance

* Gonna make you dance, dance, dance *

* Yeah, it's like that y'all

* It's like that, it's like

- Yeah.

No.

Just out hanging, what's up?

Yeah, you know.

- Psst.

- I'll call you back.

Man, you killed my cousin.

- No, Carlos did.

- Liar.

- You gonna get yours soon.

Feel like you could use something

to get that head straight.

- I'll put the hole right through your, okay.

- Look, relax gringo.

Got that trip, make you flip.

I swear too.

You look like you hurtin'.

- I'm all right.

Yeah.

- Yeah.

That's good, huh?

- Ponch, I'm not waiting all freaking night.

- Can't you see I got a situation here?

Hold on.

- I'm not waiting in the cold while you play ga--

- Well get on then.

- Shit.

- Yeah, now back to business.

Maybe I'll call Carlos.

Turn you into him myself.

He's got money on your--

- Come on.

Peace, dude.

- I'll just kill you now.

- Listen, I got something big, all right?

- Adios, rojo.

- Listen, it's in the house, okay?

I know right where it is, I can give you some, okay?

Put the gun down.

- I don't give a, about you or Carlos.

- For real, okay, I'm serious.

I can get it, like 10 Gs, okay, easy money.

Just put the gun down, okay?

- All right, talk to me.

- I can get it.

I just need a little something to get by.

- [Carlos] I'm getting out of here

because I have one more thing to take--

- Carlos, no.

- I'm doing this for the family

and I'm doing it for you.

- You're not doing this for me.

This isn't what I want.

I want you to live.

- I don't care anymore.

- There's too many people counting on you.

- Like who?

- Like me and like tia and--

- And what, like dad?

You think he gave a, about you?

You think he gave a, about me?

- Me and my baby need you.

Please.

- A baby?

You're having a baby.

Oh my God.

You know what's so strange about life?

Is one day you're born and one day you die.

- Carlos no, Carlos.

* Water loses, water shakes and rejoin *

- Let me see phone, I need to make a call.

* We're alive

- Come on, baby.

Burn baby, burn.

* We're alive

Yes.

* She has her heart

Come on, baby.

* In the flood

- You ready?

All right, let's get paid.

- Money, let's make some money.

* She has the last working God

- What the?

You know what you're doing?

- I know what I'm doing, shut up.

- You got me all, in this place.

- Shh, be quiet.

- You shut up.

What do we do?

- Wait here.

- Don't tell me what to do.

I tell you.

Where you going?

- We're gonna have a good night, okay?

Got a great movie, we got popcorn.

- Carlos?

- Okay, I'll tell you what.

Get popcorn popping.

I'm gonna go get jammies on

and then I'll meet you on the couch.

- All right.

- All right.

- [Carlos] Get down here, now.

- Oh my God.

Jake.

Let him go.

You can take anything you want.

- You're not so tough now, are you?

- You want money?

- I'm not here for money.

- Fine, take me.

Let him go.

- Get down here, now.

- Jake, look at me.

You're gonna be fine, okay?

Everything's gonna be all right.

- I'm not afraid, momma.

- Shh, there's nothing to be afraid of little man.

- You listen to me.

There's gonna be over a dozen cops here in a minute.

You hear me?

And we're gonna have a whole 'nother ending.

I swear to God if you don't let him go,

you're not making out of here alive.

- You see, I already know that.

- Red.

Tell him to let your brother go.

Tell him.

- Mom--

- How could you--

- Let's do this.

- I'm right here, Carlos.

You want me--

- Come on.

(shotguns firing)

(upbeat music)

(shotgun firing)

* Stay with me

* Stay with me

* Stay with me

* Stay with me

* 'Cause I need you now

* I really need you now

* Lord, I need you now

* Stay with me

* Oh oh

* Oh oh

* Mmmm

* Mmmm

- There's story of a young man who had it all.

Life was good.

But he wanted more.

He left his home to chase his desires

which he thought would bring him happiness.

But instead, it tortured his soul,

tormented the sound.

My brothers, this is Red.

- He lost everything.

He was the lowest of the low.

And he thought, I could never be forgiven.

He hoped to return one day, but not just yet.

Not today.

But tired of the pain.

Tired of the loneliness and emptied of himself,

he finally went home.

So when he was on the road, with a long way off,

his father was looking and waiting for that moment

that his son would appear.

And when he did, his father ran to him.

Because there was nothing in his father's eyes

that was beyond his forgiveness.

Overjoyed, his father welcomed him back to his house,

like he never left.

He gathered all around for a feast.

And he proclaimed, my son who was once dead,

but now is alive.

Was once lost, but now is found.

(soft music)

* Life isn't always what it's promised *

* And if we're really honest

* This could be our last chance *

* Life isn't always what it's promised *

* And if we're really honest

* This could be our last chance *

* Dust settles ashes of eden

* I soaked you for the purpose in life, what's the meaning *

* I'm looking for something more than this to believe in *

* Fake sins contrary to my thinking *

* Logical for my reason, all I ever heard *

* Show the line I'm heeding

* And family gave broken promises *

* Say there's more to life than I can see it *

* Must not see the pain, orchestrated and all the seasons *

* Can't move aside for myself what I'm seeking *

* In so many lives mixed all

* And talk is cheap, listen up

* I quit speaking

* And that the thing, a poor man *

* It's really got me thinking, got me tweaking *

* There's a reason you freed them undefeated, he's Jesus *

* Life isn't always what it's promised *

* And if we're really honest

* This could be our last chance *

* Life isn't always what it's promised *

* And if we're really honest

* This could be our last chance *

* Oh time is slippin' away

* In a moment everything could change *

* Don't wait, don't wait

* Blow it up

* Sounds of the fire

* Preach and teach like a man on fire *

* Hurry up, real quick, there is none higher *

* Backed in and caught, I push them back, I'm a fighter *

* Give them no break, can't stop me or hold me down *

* I'm on my rock it, tock it, ride us out *

* Oh he gon' quit, this is it, can't be sorry now *

* We came through for, I turned my life around *

* I'm searching for one chance, one shot *

* No chance to blow, kiss it all goodbye *

* Nothing counts, last episode

* Got the secrets of life

* It doesn't make me special, bro *

* We bow to God, just speaking what we been told *

* Life isn't always what it's promised *

* And if we're really honest

* This could be our last chance *

* Life isn't always what it's promised *

* And if we're really honest

* This could be our last chance *

* Tell me something, you do want it as bad as you breath *

* Won't keep quiet, keep on stomping *

* What's pumping beneath the surface *

* Open, peel it back, the curtain to see *

* 'Cause what you'll find is a son, who you're made to be *

* Oh weak men break under adversity *

* But the weak in Christ rise

* Hallelujah, praise the king

* Only one hero, praying God can save us all *

* What's your big creation

* Attention back to God

* This isn't Batman, dark knights *

* Movie scenes, scary fights

* It's our song, Barry White, it's real life *

* Come to Christ, this could cost your life *

* No promise for tonight

* In the morning, afternoon, pitch black, I see the lights *

* Now is the time, the only time *

* Don't wait, don't wait

* So let's go

* Life isn't always what it's promised *

* And if we're really honest

* This could be our last chance *

* Life isn't always what it's promised *

* And if we're really honest

* This could be our last chance *