All language subtitles for John Henry 2020ENG

Where do you want to go, boy?

Wherever
you want to take me, Pop.

- I’m take you for a ride.
- Yeah?

Are you still filming me?

Nah.

Okay, you want
something to film?

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

Goddamn.

I sure look good in a Cadillac.

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

I'm gonna have to
build me an ark.

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

I'm laughing at you, old man.

Give me that, give me that.

Shouldn't have bought you
this shit anyway.

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

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

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

You know why
I named you John Henry?

When you was born,

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

God rest her soul...

the doctor put you in my arms,

and your brand new little hand
squeezed my finger so hard

I thought it was gonna snap off.

That day, I said,

"My boy's strong.

My boy's John Henry."

What you gonna do with
all that strength, John?

This motherfucker,
this motherfucker...

- Mr. Bark.
- Wolf tickets.

This motherfucker, this motherfucking
wolf, this motherfucker bark.

!

You about to get your ass
busted in some spades.

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

Quentin Tara-negro.

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

This, niggard.

- Let's go. Let's go.
- This niggard.

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

what you gonna do?

That's what he said.

I second that.
'Cause I keep two.

I want one of these.

Let me see something', man.

Let me see what you
look like holding that.

Get nice with them hands.

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

you willing to pull
that motherfucking trigger.

Look at this shit, man! Shit!

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

You gonna do something
about this dent, old man.

I'm talking about immediately.

This disrespectful motherfucker
ain't hear me? Okay.

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

Now, what you gonna do, old man?

What the fuck you gonna do?

- Domino, motherfuckers.
- Again.

Man.

You always cheating.

One more hand like this, I’m have
to take little mama to Red Lobster

for them cheddar biscuits, you feel me?

I can buy my own biscuits,
motherfucker.

And the doctors say you
shouldn't be eating gluten

on account of
your hypertension anyway.

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

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

- Them must be some good biscuits.
- It's fire.

Hell, yeah. I’m start
selling biscuits and bitches.

That way, you can
hire your sister, niggard,

'cause her pussy
taste like biscuits.

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

Yo, quit holding
that blunt, motherfucker.

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

Fuck you too, niggard.

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

That bitch lie about everything.
You can ask anybody.

You can ask her sister,
this niggard.

Everybody know Tamika Lotterberry
is a compulsive motherfucking liar.

You see, this niggard
ain't saying shit.

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

Feeding time.

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

Niggard,
but am I lying, though, cuz?

- No.
- See? Exactly.

So I take Tamika to
Dockweiler Beach, right?

Nice sunny day and shit.

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

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

or some CERN-type shit.

All I’m say is,
this bitch gonna try and tell me

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

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

all kind of crazy shit
during a full moon.

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

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

Exactly.

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

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

collected-ass niggard, right?

But this niggard’s sister
always bring the beast in me.

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

you lucky you
my niggard’s sister, feel me?

"Or I would shoot your ass
where you stand."

This bitch get all hurt feelings
about the shit.

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

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

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

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

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

I done told her this
shit more than once,

but she coming to my job, she like,

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

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

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

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

That fresh-linen smell.

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

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

- Pottery Barn?
- I just said Pottery Barn.

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

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

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

Real niggard rule number 303:

Never argue with a bitch
where you live.

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

You fucking hear the story?

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

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

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

Y'all be on some
Jerry Springer shit anyway.

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

I nut, niggard, they leave.

The fuck you doing?

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

- Fuck no, niggard. I just got these bitches clean.
- Baby, hold up.

Let that niggard try
the new merchandise.

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

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

Fuck y'all, man.

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

But one of these bitches about to.

Fine, but not that one.

Fuck it.
I'll take this one then.

- No!
- She's a fighter!

Yeah, I’m have
some fun tonight.

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

What?

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

Niggard.

This bitch...

- Look at this bitch.
- No. Hold up, hold up, hold up.

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

Them shit's black
than a motherfucker.

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

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

Kiss my ass.

Motherfucker, yo!

You good?

Goddamn.

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

Sí.

Vámonos.

Oscar?

Police! Open up!

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

Hey, drop it, or I'll shoot.

- I said drop it, buddy!
- All right. I'm dropping the gun, all right?

Evening.

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

in a nearby gang shooting.

Probably illegals.

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

I ain't seen no kids.

I wasn't asking.

You don't have a warrant.

You know I don't need one.

I ain't seen no kids, sir.

Unit Five, identify.

You stay safe, now.

Are you hungry?

My name is John Henry.

Okay

Mi nombre John Henry.

Did I say that right?

I don't know much Spanish.

Berta.

Berta?

- John.
- Should a named you

"dumb-ass motherfucker,"
what I should a did.

Bringing in gutter bitches
off the street

and feeding them sandwiches
and shit.

BJ. Padre.

Don't tell gutter bitch my name.

Don't call her that.

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

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

- Pops.
- Man, this is ridiculous.

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

Padre... loco.

You got family?

¿padre?

¿Madre?

Hermanos.

Where?

I don't understand.

Gone.

She says they're gone, John.

I lost someone today too.

You can stay here tonight.

Tomorrow, I'll see what I can do

to get you somewhere safe.

It's the best I can do. ¿Sí?

Man, she didn't understand

a goddamn word you said.

I was thinking maybe she could
just get the general tone

of what I was saying.

Tone?

Tone.

Goddamn.

- What?
- When did you learn Spanish?

1989, night school.

I was getting it on
with this Puerto Rican girl

I met at the swap meet.

She'd talk all this
nasty shit in bed.

I want to know
what she be saying.

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

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

Something wrong?

Good luck.

With what?

First time?

Is that...

that you, John Henry?

Tasha, Compton High.

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

No. You haven't changed at all.

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

Put some respect
on this thickness.

Sorry.

No, I was...

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

Look, a lot of fathers
come in here all nervous

when their daughters
become women.

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

Um, a father.

No. Um, it's for my niece.

Um, she's visiting
from out of town.

I'm not a...

I mean...

I don't have any of my own.

You don't have to be
embarrassed about that.

I don't have any either.

Really?

So, um,

what do you recommend?

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

then I think she'd like...

this one.

You remember this?

Do you remember this?

Yes!

Thank you, Tasha.

Ooh! Pops' new whip.

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

You see me, Pops?

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

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

Don't never leave the bodies.

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

Where you put it?

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

They always going to wonder
if they ever out there.

Shit! Get out of here! Go!

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to yell.

You don't understand me anyway.

Probably for the best.

I never had much to say.

I had a friend
back in school try to help.

She did her best.

But never much helped me
with words or nothin'.

Did get me started drawing.

I never did get the hang
of drawing dogs.

Talby deserved better.

That's bullshit,
and you know it.

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

She's from Honduras,
John, not Mexico.

She's also a goddamn liar.

Okay, slow down.

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

Berta said that in Honduras,

they got bats that are white.

And?

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

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

I ain't never seen no white bat.

You never been
to Honduras either.

Bats are black or brown, John.

If she seen a white bat,

it probably 'cause it covered
with motherfucking cocaine.

Damn coked up-bats
probably flying around,

- looking for a dick to suck.
- Idiota.

That word I understood.

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

Bats are black, John. Berta.

Bats are black.

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

Mi nombre...

Dude, I'm from Reseda.

- Berta said you were her brother. I thought...
- Yeah, half.

Look, I appreciate all this
hospitality and everything,

but this is a family matter.

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

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

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

No.

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

Man, fuck you.

All right.

- What's that for?
- Your gun.

Put it in the napkin.

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

It does to me. It's my gun.

Inside these walls, it's my gun.

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

She says to give you the gun.

That ain't all she said.

Fine.

You satisfied?

I said, "My boy's strong."

So why is she so mad at you?

- Because I left him behind.
- Who?

Oscar.

How 'bout we start
from the beginning?

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

It's from her
and her brother, Oscar.

She drew the flower
on it herself.

What does it say?

It says their mother was killed,

so they're coming
to find their father.

Which is you?

When you start fucking,
boy? Nine?

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

He was in the military.

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

Apparently, he left pieces
of himself behind.

His liver gave out on him
about a year ago.

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

Fucking Catholics, right?

Anyways, I, uh,
got that postcard.

I just figured
it wasn't my problem.

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

And then yesterday...

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

but go ahead and pitch it.

I'm bored as fuck.

These little shits
came all the way from Honduras

based on nothing but a return
address on some letters

my father sent their mother
over the years.

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

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

by the same gangs
that killed their mother.

Four thousand miles packed
like cattle on trains

on the back of smuggling trucks,

past the cartel and ICE,

just to end up
on my fucking doorstep?

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

He was looking to move
some product in the Valley,

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

I still barely get by,
you feel me?

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

All right, don't be late.

So what did you do?

My friend said there
was a shelter in Hollywood

that helps migrant kids.

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

Berta! Berta!

Berta!

I've seen that cross before.

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

led by some dude
with a metal jaw.

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

like some kind of brand
or some shit.

But he stopped fucking
with them when they

went from dealing drugs
to dealing women.

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

She's family.
I had to do something.

How many?

How many what?

How many did you kill?

I think, like, six. Why?

That's how many bodies you owe.

The girl.

Don't make me ask you again.

I didn't hear a question.

Shit. Man, what the fuck
is your problem?

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

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

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

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

Man, that wasn't my fault.

Say "ah," motherfucker.

Give her space, kid.

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

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

Till things cool down.

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

Yeah?

You know anything about engines?

It almost turned over that time.

Hold on. I think I got it.

You're a Raiders fan, huh?

Since the days of Marcus Allen.

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

My dad was
a big Raiders fan too.

Couldn't believe they
brought two teams to LA,

and neither was a team
that LA fucked with.

Right?

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

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

How'd you find her?

Berta?

How did you know
which house she was in?

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

I just figured it was
the best place to start.

As luck would have it,
when we got there,

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

- So, good luck.
- Yeah.

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

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

and I ain't even like that.

I deal some pills
to some friends.

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

Just asking. No judgment.

So why you helping us?

Why wouldn't I?

'Cause we're strangers.

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

You have no reason to help us.

Try it now.

What's up, Hell?

John motherfucking Henry.
What's good, boy?

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

the motherfucking killer
with the hands of steel.

I bet they still cleaning' that
niggard brains off the pavement.

My niggard, you stomped
his shit into spaghetti.

Whole hood talking'
about that shit.

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

Hey, yo, bitches, leave.

What's good, niggard?
You straight?

Yeah, I'm good.

Nah. Feel like you came here
to say something.

Say it.

I just...

Let me guess.

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

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

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

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

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

Real shit.

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

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

my niggard, I got
the footage to prove it.

Niggard, check this shit out.

!

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

just in case
anybody try to snitch.

Yo, my niggard,
this shit is so raw!

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

But, hey.

Real shit, you saved my life.

I ain't gonna forget that.

I'm out.

You know,
you my cousin and shit,

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

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

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

What? You know that niggard got
people, right?

You know his people
gonna come for us, right?

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

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

We kill them?
More come, we kill them?

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

It stop when I'm on
the fucking throne,

and you right next to me
cracking heads, niggard.

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

Ain't no way out.

Niggard, I'm not gonna be
a statistic.

I’m be a fucking king.

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

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

All right?
You got bullets for hands, niggard,

and if you don't make
niggards respect that,

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

Is that a threat?

It's a prediction.

You know what? Hold on.

I got something
that gonna change your mind.

Relax, niggard.
It ain't gonna sting.

I know.

Go ahead.

Take it.

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

John! John!

He hanged himself, boy, I said,

with his body on the tree,

that we might die to sin
and live to righteousness.

By his wounds,
you have been healed.

Peter 2 and 24.

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

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

We going wherever we want to go.

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

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

So you gonna kill
me to get the paper?

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

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

What's that?

You don't remember me, bro?

Where you from?
What's happening?

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

With
your right hand, you saved me.

Psalms 138 and 7.

I'm not gonna be a statistic.

Nearly broke my back trying
to get that stain out.

Gram.

Where is he?

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

When's he coming back?

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

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

I'll wait.

Figured as much.

Deliver the bodies
in 24 hours...

or burn with 'em.

No, no, no.

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

Good.

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

Keep your hand steady

like you got a hand on a titty.

Steady, steady.

Good. You know something?

You gonna be the next
Cleopatra Jones.

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

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

Hardly fair.

Was it fair...

that I had a stroke at 52

and lost all practical
use of my penis?

My dick was legendary, son.

Legendary.

Every fine piece of ass
from Inglewood to Alhambra

had a taste of BJ's hammer.

Then boom.

Soft for the rest of time.

Ain't nothing never,
ever gonna be fair

in your whole
motherfucking life, kid.

Get used to it now.

I am.

Well,

you don't got
to worry about John.

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

Is that what that
napkin thing was about?

He had an accident...

when he was young, with a gun.

What kind of accident?

He shot the devil.

Everything cool?

Why is she smiling like that?

I don't know.

Fuck he doing in there?

John!

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

I never could get Talby right.

But she did.

Thank you, Berta.

Dad, take Berta.

I need Emilio's help
with the engine.

Yeah.

It's not the car.

We need to talk.

What's up?

What's this?

Your way out.

Where did this come from?

Doesn't matter.
Take it, take Berta,

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

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

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

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

Shit, I'm not.

Where'd you get
this money from, John?

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

What kind of shit you into, man?

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

- Yeah?
- He's my cousin.

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

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

Wait, hold up.

Your cousin Hell gave you

a bag full of cash
to give to me?

You expect me
to believe that shit?

I expect you to take the money,

take your sister,
and start fresh.

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

I need you to trust me.

Please.

Berta would like
to say grace.

Please.

Amen.

Amen.

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

Because you never drew my dog.

I'll paint the ceiling
of the Sistine Chapel

if I can get food like this
served every night.

Was her mother an artist?

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

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

Your sister.

Before bringing her
to the shelter.

Mm. Like I said.

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

Pills, right?

Pops.

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

It's cool.

Fine. He's right.

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

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

She says he's still alive.

Is he?

Not dead.

How do you know?

I...

I feel him.

Oscar.

Not dead.

You see?

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

Tell her the truth.

The truth?

The truth.

The truth.

Emilio!

Still got it.

- Let's go.
- No! No!

¡La pistola!

How are you standing?

Adrenaline's
a hell of a drug, son.

Now, don't worry about my legs.

Worry about how we get
the fuck out of here.

They got shooters at both doors.

The A/C.

You know we can't fit
through that hole.

She could.

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

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

Get out of here.

I'll hold the door.

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

Go ahead.

You want in here?

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

No!

No!

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

Twenty-four hours?

Damn.

That's my mistake.

We all owed at least...

at least one mistake.

Right, John?

Why?

Respect.

What?

I told you not to shoot him.

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

You know why
I named you John Henry?

No.

What are you doing here?

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

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

Hell.

- Where...
- He leaves no bodies.

Then why did he leave you?

So I'd feel it.

Okay, we need to get you
to the hospital,

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

Don't worry about me.

There's something I gotta do.

Something fucking stupid, I bet.

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

now look at you.

You should go.

Yeah, and you should go
to the hospital.

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

Here you go.

Do you still like it sweet?

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

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

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

I never liked birthdays.

Always felt
if you know your age,

you live that age.

Want to know how old I am today?

82

82 years old.

Still smoking cigarettes
and waiting to die.

They say these things
will kill you,

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

Where is he?

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

Your daddy was the last.

Good thing you never had any
children, John Henry.

You never got the chance
to outlive 'em.

Gram.

Where is he?

You know I can't tell you that.

- He...
- I know ed what he done.

I know everything
that boy's done

since the first time he
walked through my front door

looking for a roof
to sleep under.

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

I tried.

It's my birthday today.

It's all right, Gram.

It's all right.

Eighty-two years old...

and all I ever seen
was violence.

It ain't ever gonna stop, is it?

It ain't never gonna stop.

Thanks for the tea, Gram.

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

You really believe that?

Second drawer, left of the sink.

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

Bills and such.

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

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

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

It's past due.

John Henry.

Nearly split his mama in two.

Goddamn, you big.

Hey, hold up.
I got some questions.

Like, how'd you get
so fucking big?

Protein shakes? Red meat?

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

My mom say I'm in for
a growth spurt, but

she been saying that for three years.

You don't talk much, huh?

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

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

You gotta be
if you're on this block.

I ain't with Hell.

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

You gonna get marked, my guy.

- What's your name?
- Deydey.

My name is John Henry.

Fuck that vape shit, niggard.
This job would

be so much better if we could smoke.

Real talk, my niggard.

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

No smoking on the job.

Orwellian-ass rule,
if you ask me.

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

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

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

he gonna burn your ass. Watch.

You gonna snitch?
You gonna tell?

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

I fucking...

use this motherfucking car
lighter so goddamn fast, niggard.

All right, niggard. Whatever.

Light it up, light it up.

Front, middle or back?

What the fuck
you talking about now? What?

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

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

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

I ain't with that shit!

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

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

The Human Centipede, niggard.
This German scientist,

the niggard sewed together three
motherfuckers, ass to mouth.

It's on Netflix.

What the fuck he do that for?

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

Your ass go to jail too much.

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

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

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

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

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

like, what they doing out
there in fucking Germany.

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

or no fucking centipedes

or no goddamn salamanders
or nothing, man.

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

- Just making conversation.
- What kind of conversation is that, though?

I don't know, niggard.
You the one up here

using words like
"recidivism" and shit.

What does that mean?

That mean when niggards
go to jail,

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

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

What the fuck?

You picked the wrong day
to go 5150, bro.

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

So who we waiting on?

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

Y'all fucking with me, right?

Shit.

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

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

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

Bitch, the ride is over.

This about that big niggard?

That what this is about?

Yo, I was just trying
to help you.

Kill him.

Kill him?

You want me to kill him for you?

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

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

You fucking
with the wrong one today.

Really?

So what you gonna do?

Come on, man! Don't do this!

Yo, I don't even know
this niggard!

Shit!

No!

You know why
I named you John Henry?

Motherfucker's
beating that car up!

Damn.

BJ sure did love that car.

Keep my father's name
out your mouth.

Ooh.

So aggressive, John.

Always knew you had it in you.

Then you should know
I'm not done.

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

Doesn't change the
fact that we got the

same blood coursing through our veins.

Niggard, we family.

Not anymore.

Is that a threat?

A prediction.

You ready?

Lay down, John.

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

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

Nah.

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

It ain't enough to just
kill niggards anymore.

Nah.

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

This is Oscar?

You know, you asked me
once before,

"When does it end?"

Truth is...

it never ends.

Heavy lies the crown.

Watch how I keep it.

Deydey, what the fuck
you think you doing?

Get your ass over here!

Savage, shoot him!

Nah.

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

We family, John! I know you!

You ain't no killer!

You know you ain't no killer!

I'm not a killer.

I'm John Henry.

I said...

"My boy's strong.

My boy's John Henry."

What you gonna do
with all that strength, John?

Thank you, John.