Original subtitles

(grand orchestral fanfare playing)

Subtitles by explosiveskull Sync by NAIM2007

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♪ ♪

(train horn blowing in distance)

(quiet chatter)

COOK: Here you go, love.

("Come Running to Me" by Herbie Hancock playing)

♪ Tears at night 'cause you're scared ♪

Thanks.

♪ Little girl all afraid ♪

♪ Stuck between night and day... ♪

Didn't you ask for scrambled eggs?

Yeah.

- It's all good. - No, it's not.

It's just eggs.

- I have a thing about that. - Eggs?

No, about people not doing their job well.

Man, she got four kids and an alcoholic husband at home.

- She doing the best she can. - How do you know that?

She comes through my line every Sunday,

yelling at her kids, giving me a stack of coupons.

She can never find her Costco card,

so I always let her use mine so she can get a discount.

That's nice of you.

Can I ask you something?

I don't know. Can you?

- Easy. I know good grammar. - Do you?

We're not in a classroom.

Are you gonna ask me your question or not?

What took you so long to respond to me?

I didn't realize that much time had passed.

I sent you a very well-crafted message three weeks ago.

I spell-checked it and everything. Got crickets.

Then, today, out of the blue, you hit me up,

asking if you want to grab dinner.

What changed?

I had a shitty day.

What was so shitty about it?

The state decided to execute my client.

- I didn't know that was still legal here. - Yep.

It's legal in 31 states,

and Ohio happens to be one of them.

Was he innocent?

Even if he's not, the state shouldn't decide

whether he lives or dies.

Sorry.

Me, too.

Normally, I would go home and have a glass of wine by myself,

but I didn't feel like being alone.

Not tonight.

You didn't have any friends or family you can call?

No.

So you turned to Tinder.

(chuckles) Yeah.

What made you pick me?

(chuckles softly)

I liked your picture.

Word?

You had this sad look on your face.

I felt sorry for you.

Damn.

I didn't mean for that to sound shady.

Well, it did.

My dad took that picture of me.

And, to be honest, I don't have many photos of myself.

- Why not? - I know what I look like.

Pictures aren't just about vanity.

They're proof of your existence.

My family know I exist.

That's enough.

(chuckles softly)

You gonna eat that?

You can have some.

Mm.

Man, they always use just the right amount of dressing here.

Do you really like this place,

or is it the only spot you could afford?

It's black-owned.

Touché.

♪ ♪

QUEEN: You know, you really shouldn't text and drive.

SLIM: Ain't nobody texting.

I'm making sure I don't get lost.

I could tell you how to get to my house.

- Give me my phone. - Relax. I'm gonna give it back.

- So, you gonna tell me where to turn? - Yeah, just...

SLIM: Oh, so now you're gonna point the directions.

I'm telling you where to go.

You made a playlist? That's cute.

Don't go through my phone.

Did you like "In a Sentimental Mood"

before or after Love Jones?

I knew about that shit way before Love Jones.

Mm-hmm. Don't lie.

I mean, okay, I fucked with it more

after I saw the movie.

(laughs) I appreciate your honesty.

♪ Soul only knows ♪

♪ This type of vibe... ♪

So, what happens tonight?

You're gonna drop me off,

and then you'll go home, I guess.

Oh.

(chuckling): Did you think we were gonna have sex?

- (chuckling): Nah. - (Queen laughing)

Nah. What do you...

No.

Wow.

I thought we were gonna hang out.

- Maybe get to know each other. - Mm.

Nah, I'm good.

♪ You're all that I feel ♪

(tires squeal)

♪ Soul... ♪

(Slim sighs)

(siren whooping)

OFFICER (over speaker): Pull over.

- SLIM: Damn. - (siren wailing)

- Do you have any warrants? - (siren stops)

- Really? - Do you?

Nah, I ain't got no warrants.

Do you have any weapons in the car? Any narcotics?

Um, I got a... I got a pocketknife

in the glove compartment.

- That's fine. - I know it is.

♪ Like spaces that fall in my soul ♪

♪ See, baby, that has no rhyme ♪

♪ Do you like how it feels ♪

♪ When I smoke you out ♪

♪ Head down to your toes ♪

♪ Making you, making you... ♪

OFFICER: Turn the radio down?

(music stops)

- Put your hand down. - QUEEN: He only had it up

because you're shining a light in his eyes.

I'm just trying to see inside the vehicle.

It's just us.

License, registration.

I'm-I'm-I'm... I'm grabbing my wallet.

- (chuckles) - I can see that.

Well, y'all like to shoot first and ask questions later, so...

Got something you want to say to me?

No, I don't.

You know why I stopped you tonight?

No, sir.

Failed to execute a turn signal back there.

You're swerving a little bit, too.

Oh, my bad.

Yeah, it is.

QUEEN: I can't believe this shit.

SLIM: Just chill.

I ain't trying to die tonight.

OFFICER (over radio): Copy that.

1104, dispatch.

DISPATCH OFFICER: What do you got?

Two occupants...

driver's a black male, passenger black female...

in a white Honda Accord.

License: "Trust God."

Operator failed to execute a turn signal,

is driving erratically.

Possible DUI. Over.

Do you need backup?

Negative.

(indistinct police radio communication)

(knocks on window)

I'm gonna ask you to step out of the vehicle for me.

Can I ask why, Officer?

No, you may not.

Step out of the car.

Let's go, man.

(unfastens seat belt)

Back bumper, right there. Hands on the hood.

I'm gonna ask you one time... you got anything on you

- I need to know about? - No, sir.

Illegal substances?

No, sir.

What about in the vehicle?

No, sir.

(indistinct police radio communication)

- You been drinking tonight? - (chuckles) No.

Why is that funny?

'Cause I don't drink.

Could you do me a favor, pop the trunk?

- Why? - 'Cause I asked you to.

Ain't nothing in there but shoeboxes.

Let's see 'em.

Right there.

(blowing)

(honks horn)

- (window whirring down) - OFFICER: May I help you?

Do you have a warrant?

(sighs) Ma'am, he's already agreed to the search.

I don't need a warrant.

What's in the boxes?

Shoes.

You mind if I take a look?

- That's fine. - (rummaging)

(indistinct police radio communication)

(blowing)

(indistinct police radio communication)

Could you please hurry up?

What did you say?

It's just cold.

Put your hands on your head,

- and get on the ground now. - Are you serious?

Get on the fucking ground!

- Get on the fucking ground! - Why is he under arrest?

Get back in the car, or you're going to jail, too!

QUEEN: I am an attorney, and I demand to know why

- this man is under arrest. - Sir.

Sir, sir, sir, we don't have to do this, sir.

- Why is he under arrest? - You don't have to do this.

- What is your name? - Get back in the car! - No, no.

- What is your badge number? - I'm not gonna tell you again!

- Get back in the fucking car! - Get back in the car.

Get back in the car. We got this.

QUEEN: Why is he under arrest? What is your badge number?

Sir, we don't have... Sir, sir, sir, sir, it was a turn signal.

I ain't... I ain't done nothing wrong. Sir...

- I'm reaching for my cell phone. - Keep your hands where I

- can see 'em! - I have the right to record this arrest.

Keep your hands where I can see 'em!

- I'm reaching for my cell phone. - Sir, sir...

- (screams) - (grunting and groaning)

Put your fucking hands... Stop resisting!

- (panting) - Stop! Stay down on the fucking ground!

- Stop... - Please stop!

Stop fucking resisting!

Now stay down!

(grunting, yelling)

Stop fucking resisting!

Stop!

(yells)

(officer gurgles, exhales)

(gasps)

(shuddering breaths)

(shuddering breaths)

Are you okay?

Yeah.

(sighs)

You good?

Huh? You okay?

(trembling breaths)

Let's go.

We can't just leave him here.

Yes, we can.

Now, let's go.

Come on!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

SLIM: I got to call my dad.

- (window whirring down) - What the fuck are you doing?

(clattering)

QUEEN: We can't call anybody. It'll make them accomplices.

SLIM: You could've just said that shit.

Now we ain't got no phones.

QUEEN: Phone ain't nothing but a tracking device anyway.

- (trembling breaths) - SLIM: You're bleeding a lot.

QUEEN: It's okay. It only grazed me.

SLIM: Fuck! Why didn't you stay in the car?

QUEEN: So, this is my fault?

If I didn't get out the car, you would be dead right now.

- SLIM: We got to get you to a hospital. - QUEEN: No!

We can't. Just keep driving.

- (trembling breaths) - SLIM: Here.

- Use this to stop the bleeding. - QUEEN: Fuck.

SLIM: What if he was wearing a body cam, huh?

There was a camera in the car.

This shit about to be all over the fucking news.

QUEEN: That's why we have to keep going.

- SLIM: We can't run forever. - QUEEN: I know that!

But right now we got to keep running

until we come up with a better plan.

SLIM: Well, start throwing out some ideas.

QUEEN: Since when am I in charge of coming up with the ideas?

SLIM: Since you made the decision to run!

QUEEN: We made that decision together.

SLIM: I don't remember that.

Man, fuck this.

(tires squeal)

(tires squeal)

- Where are you going? - I'm-a find somebody

with a phone so I can call my family.

If you do that, then they'll know where we are.

Great.

- What if they kill us? - Don't say that!

There's no guarantee they won't.

(panting)

You're a black man that killed a cop and then took his gun.

I'm not a criminal.

You are now.

I just want to go home, and I want to see my family.

If you turn yourself in, you will never see them again.

All we can do is go forward.

There is nothing back there for us.

Please.

Let's just keep going.

What about your family, huh?

You don't care about leaving them behind?

No, I don't.

We can't just keep driving.

We need to figure out what the fuck we gonna do, you know?

All right.

All right, all right.

Let's go to my uncle's house.

We can... we can stay there for a few days,

then we can figure out our next move.

Where does your uncle live?

New Orleans.

That's hours from here.

Then we should get going.

♪ ♪

(shuddering breaths)

- (dog barking in distance) - (Queen exhales sharply)

(engine starts)

("The Best in Me" by Marvin Sapp playing)

♪ See, he's mine ♪

♪ And I am his ♪

♪ It doesn't matter what I did ♪

♪ He only sees me for who I am ♪

♪ Does anybody know that tonight? ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ See, he is mine ♪

♪ And I am his ♪

♪ Said it doesn't matter ♪

- ♪ What I did... ♪ - (sighs)

Could you please turn that shit down?

♪ For who I am... ♪

It's the only thing that calms me.

Well, I can't hear myself think.

I don't care.

- ♪ I'm his ♪ - ♪ And I'm his ♪

♪ Said it doesn't matter what I did ♪

- ♪ It doesn't matter... ♪ - (music stops)

- Don't touch my shit. - Pull over.

- Why? - So I can get out.

You ain't going nowhere.

We in this together.

QUEEN: Why are you slowing down?

SLIM: I'm out of gas.

QUEEN: Why didn't you say something?

What you mean, why didn't I say something?

I had other shit on my mind.

- Now we got to flag this car down. - I hope they black.

QUEEN: That ain't always a good thing.

(doors open)

(door closes)

- (brakes squeal) - MAN: Y'all having car trouble?

Uh, yeah, we... we ran out of gas.

Ma'am, are you all right?

(sighs)

Yeah. I just... I accidentally cut myself.

Tell you what, why don't y'all hop in my truck.

I got a first aid kit in the back seat.

There's a gas station up the road.

- I'll give you a ride. - We don't mind walking.

(chuckles) Come on, now. I don't bite.

I'll give you a ride.

- Sure you're all right there? - QUEEN: I'm good.

Oh, fuck.

- What? - What?

(chuckles) Something wrong?

No, I...

- I just didn't know you were a sheriff. - Oh, yeah.

- I'm off duty today. - (Slim chuckles)

You know what? (chuckles)

I think we can walk the rest of the way.

(both chuckling)

No.

This will be my good deed for the day.

SLIM: Uh-huh.

Y'all okay? Y'all... you seem jumpy.

- (Slim chuckles) - No, we're fine.

We just, uh... we took a wrong turn somewhere and got lost.

Uh, where are we?

Oh, this here is Kentucky, my friends.

Don't you worry. We'll get you some gas,

and you'll be on your way.

Ma'am, how's your leg?

QUEEN: Uh, much better.

Thank you.

SHERIFF: Gas costs money.

SLIM: Oh, shit, oh.

I left my stuff back in the car.

QUEEN: Me, too.

SHERIFF (chuckles): All right. I got you.

- (grunts) - Thank you.

- Thanks so much. - Yep. I'll be right back.

(indistinct chatter over police radio)

(electronic chiming)

Howdy. Y'all got gas cans?

Uh, yeah. First aisle.

Can't miss it.

SHERIFF: I'd like to fill this up.

CASHIER: That's gonna be ten bucks.

All right.

DISPATCH: 187, 10-29 Frank.

Officer shot and killed in Ohio by two assailants.

Suspects are one young black male,

one young black female.

YBF was wounded by officer.

Suspects are said to be armed and dangerous.

Last seen operating white Honda Accord.

- Stop pacing. - I can't help it.

- You look guilty. - I am guilty.

Have you been charged with something?

- No. - Then you're not guilty.

Why is he staring at us like that?

I don't know.

- (cash register beeping) - (police radio chatter)

CASHIER: Do you need anything else?

Is that it?

Um...

Yeah, yeah, that's, uh... that's it.

- Get in the driver's seat. - Are you crazy?

I think he knows.

(engine starts)

Oh, fuck.

(chuckling): Y'all gonna leave without me?

- SHERIFF: Whoa. - Get in the car.

Take it easy.

(whispers): The fuck?

- (scoffs) - Take it easy.

Get in.

All right. All right?

I'm getting in.

SHERIFF: My name's Edgar.

I've lived in Kentucky all my life.

My wife died three years ago,

and I've been raising our son all by myself.

I'm all he's got in this world.

And watching him grow up has been

the greatest blessing of my life.

Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you.

Well, is it true?

Did y'all kill that police officer?

It was self-defense.

Oh, I'm sure it was.

I've got some colleagues

who have crossed the line more than once.

QUEEN: Pop the trunk.

- SLIM: Why? - Just do it.

(trunk opens)

Get in. Please.

(grunting)

EDGAR: Look, I don't know what happened,

but whatever it was,

I'm sure you had good reason for doing what you did.

Now, please let me help you.

What'd you do that for? He wanted to help us.

He isn't gonna help us.

It is their job to make you

feel like everything will be okay,

but the second you confess,

you become property of the state.

Is that what you want?

You want to be the state's property?

No.

(truck door opens)

SLIM: Slow down.

QUEEN: I got it.

SLIM: I'm just trying to keep us

from getting pulled over again.

QUEEN: I'm hungry.

SLIM: Me, too.

Let's stop at McDonald's or something.

QUEEN: That's disgusting.

SLIM: Now ain't the time to be choosy.

BOY (laughs): Do it again.

(both sigh)

Ah, shit. We ain't got no money.

Check the glove box.

(rummaging)

- Anything? - No.

- Look at God. - (Queen chuckles softly)

(boys laughing, chatting indistinctly)

- Oh! - Ooh.

Oh, man.

(rummaging)

- Hey! - What you doing?

QUEEN: Chill. I got this.

Hey. You want to make some money and get some free food?

What's the catch?

Ain't no catch, little man.

All right. What y'all want?

SLIM: All right, let me get a double cheeseburger

with a ten-piece chicken nuggets

and sweet-and-sour sauce.

QUEEN: And I'll have a chicken sandwich

with no condiments and a small fry.

You can keep the change.

Ain't gonna be that much left after all that.

(boy grunts)

(chewing loudly)

You make a lot of noise when you eat.

Woman, this could be my last meal.

Would you just let me be?

It's just hard for me to eat

with you making that much noise.

(chewing quietly)

I never heard of someone not being able to eat

because they're disgusted

by the sound of other people eating.

I know it's weird, but I have a thing about it.

How you avoid the sounds of people eating?

I eat alone most of the time.

That's not surprising.

You scared?

- No. - (chuckling): You're lying.

How do you know?

You answered too fast.

BOY (in distance): Come on, man!

I thought, if a person answered quickly,

that meant they were telling the truth.

My dad always told me the person that answers too quickly

had a lie ready to go.

Well, that's good to know.

How you know if your clients are telling the truth?

I don't.

Then how can you defend 'em?

That's my job.

Are you a good lawyer?

BOY (in distance): Come on!

I'm an excellent lawyer.

Why do black people always feel the need to be excellent?

Why can't we just be ourselves?

BOY (in distance): (laughs) All right, go again.

We should go.

Hey.

Is this y'all?

(shouting on video)

Nah, man, that ain't us.

- (engine starts) - Wait!

My daddy want to talk to y'all.

- Wait, where you going? - (engine revving)

(thud)

MAN (groans): Fuck!

- Daddy! Daddy! - God!

Oh, shit!

(man groaning)

- God, nigga, watch where you're going, dawg! - I'm sorry.

- I didn't see you coming. - God!

You almost killed my daddy!

God, think you got my bad knee.

- Can you move it? - You broke my daddy leg!

MAN: Stop crying like a little bitch. I'm-a be a'ight.

Mama told you to stop calling me a little bitch.

Nigga, I'll call you what the fuck I want.

- We have to go now. - MAN: Ooh.

Y'all gotta take him to the hospital.

We can't go to a hospital.

So, I can get y'all food,

- but you can't take my daddy to the hospital? - (grunts)

- Where's the nearest hospital? - We don't have time for that.

- Would you calm down? - Don't talk to me like that.

I'll talk to you however I want to talk to you.

MAN: Y'all sound like me and my bitch.

BOY: Don't call my mama a bitch.

Nigga, I wasn't talking about your mama.

Come on, we're gonna take you to the hospital.

I got plenty of hos.

Your mama ain't the only one, too.

(groans) Shit!

Ooh. Move your fat ass. Come on.

(grunts) Fuck.

- Boy, just gonna sit there? - Oh, God.

- All right, boy, no problem. - Shit.

- No, you enjoy it, man. - (groaning)

- Sick and tired of you. - (whimpering, groaning)

(engine starts)

MAN: Oh, goddamn.

Fuck.

Damn, my knee!

- I support what y'all doing. - What do you mean?

You killing all these crooked-ass cops.

Need to take out all these motherfuckers.

- That's not what we're doing. - I've seen the tape, okay?

Shit, if a cop shot at my bitch,

I'd have killed his ass, too.

Mm, cop killers, cop killers!

Shut the fuck up, man.

Are y'all the new Black Panthers?

Is that what this is?

No.

- Oh, this revenge. - For what?

For that nigga he killed two years ago.

What?

Some dude was taking his daughter to school,

minding his own business,

- and that cop killed him for no reason. - Mm-hmm.

Did you know about this?

- Of course not. - MAN: Hey.

Hey. Hey, the hospital on the left.

Pull over. Pull over.

All right, we're here.

Y'all gonna help me with him or not?

Nah. Nah, nah, nah.

There's probably cameras all up and through this bitch.

(groans softly)

Come on. Come on.

Come on, come on. (groans)

Come on, boy.

SLIM: Sorry, man.

Power to the people.

- Come on, Dad. - (groaning)

I got you. I got you.

♪ ♪

(grunting, groaning)

♪ Look alive, life too short ♪

♪ Mine is double the reports ♪

♪ Speaking 'bout me and you ♪

♪ Since they got me off the porch ♪

♪ I've been beaten black and blue... ♪

QUEEN: So, how many views did it have?

SLIM: 100,000.

QUEEN: Fuck.

SLIM: How long before a helicopter

- starts flying over us? - I don't know.

SLIM: Please tell me you didn't

- fuck with that cop on purpose. - Of course not.

SLIM: See, I don't know you like that. You could be crazy.

QUEEN: It should be a sin to call a black woman crazy.

SLIM: Oh, you one of those people that think God

- is a black woman, huh? - I don't believe in God.

SLIM: Lord, help me.

- QUEEN: You're on "E" again. - Fuck.

QUEEN: I really need you to start paying attention

- to that shit! - Why don't you pay attention?

QUEEN: You're driving!

♪ I still remember when we used to all pretend ♪

♪ Afraid to be in love, afraid to just be friends ♪

♪ I still remember when you used to call me up... ♪

SLIM: I don't think it's smart

to be walking into gas stations.

QUEEN: It's not that scary.

I already told you what to do.

SLIM: Only 'cause you don't have to do it.

QUEEN: You got this.

I believe in you.

SLIM: Don't patronize me.

QUEEN: I'm not.

♪ ♪

QUEEN: There's one.

♪ ♪

NEWSWOMAN (over radio): The city council and the mayor

now are taking action.

They've been hammering out an ordinance for weeks.

Now they have drafted a final version of the legislation

that could be voted on as early as

- the next council meeting. - (Slim sighs)

NEWSWOMAN 2: Now the breaking news out of Ohio.

QUEEN: Just be cool.

(over radio): Local PD are on the lookout for two suspects:

an African American man and woman,

who they say shot and killed a police officer

during a roadside altercation.

Dashcam footage of the shooting was released late...

- (shuts off engine) - (radio stops)

QUEEN: Fuck.

- (banging) - Fuck.

(bell clanging)

Let me get f-forty on pump nine.

Is that a Glock?

Yeah.

Can I hold it?

No, you can't.

I'll pay for your gas if you let me hold it.

It's not a fair trade, like...

You don't let me hold it, man,

you're gonna have to stick up another gas station.

Man, I'll kill you right now.

You don't look like a killer to me.

(laughs)

What's it about holding a deadly weapon

that just makes me feel so alive?

What the fuck are you doing?

What you doing?

(fly buzzing)

What you doing?

Hmm?

(laughs) I'm just messing with you, man.

(cash register beeps, clicks)

(bell clangs)

♪ Hold up ♪

("Almeda" by Solange playing)

♪ Pour my drank, drank ♪

♪ Sip, sip ♪

♪ Sip, sip, sip ♪

- ♪ Pull that Lac on 'em ♪ - ♪ Hold up ♪

♪ Sip, sip ♪

♪ Sip, sip, sip ♪

♪ Brown liquor, brown liquor ♪

♪ Brown skin, brown face ♪

♪ Brown leather, brown sugar ♪

♪ Brown leaves, brown keys ♪

♪ Brown zippers, brown face ♪

♪ Black skin, black braids ♪

♪ Black waves, black days ♪

♪ Black baes, black days ♪

♪ These are black-owned things ♪

♪ Black faith ♪

♪ Still can't be washed away... ♪

- (shuts off engine) - (music stops)

(dog barking nearby)

(music blaring in house)

Damn, why you knock like the police?

If you didn't throw our phones out, we could've called.

If I didn't throw our phones out,

the police would've caught us by now.

Touché.

(music continues blaring in house)

(dogs barking nearby)

- Can I help you? - My uncle here?

- Who's your uncle? - Bitch, don't play with me.

He in the back.

♪ I'm a ride-or-die and I don't need the keys ♪

♪ I'm finna bounce that ass ♪

♪ And drop that ass and pop it like a shootout ♪

♪ I pull them panties down, he smilin' ♪

♪ Like they brought the food out ♪

♪ I hop up on that face and make my hips go like a luau ♪

♪ I showed you I'm a gangsta, now... ♪

(music continues in other room)

Well, if it isn't the black Bonnie and Clyde.

I don't know what the news is saying,

but whatever it is, it's not true.

(long sigh)

Y'all hungry?

Yeah.

(sizzling)

(chewing loudly)

EARL: I'd always hoped you'd escape this life

without getting shot at.

- Who patched you up? - She did.

You ain't do a good job.

What's your plan?

We need to figure that out.

Y'all need to hurry up and figure it out quick.

The police, they like slave catchers.

They can smell a runaway for miles.

I'm aware.

How you gonna outrun the police?

We don't have to outrun them. We just have to make sure

they don't know where we are.

That ain't hard to do.

- Cops are dumb as shit. - Not all of 'em.

She only say that 'cause she used to fuck

one of them motherfuckers.

Don't be jealous.

I ain't jealous of nobody.

Niggas jealous of me.

We might need to stay here for a little while.

Oh, hell nah.

SWAT team probably already on they way.

I don't need those muscle-neck motherfuckers

sniffing around my shit.

So, what are we supposed to do?

I don't know.

So, you're just gonna let us get killed?

That's the risk you take.

Fuck you, Earl.

How long you need to stay?

A night or two.

Well, which one is it?

Two nights.

Fine.

We need some cash.

How much?

QUEEN: Enough to last us for a few days.

What else?

We need one of your cars.

(chuckling): You can kiss my black ass.

He love them cars more than he love us.

I ain't got no extra cars just laying around.

What about the blue Catalina?

- Goddess, shut the fuck up. - Mm.

And it's turquoise.

I don't know how low-key we gonna be

riding around in a turquoise Catalina.

That's the whole point. We'd be hiding in plain sight.

Do you agree to my terms or not?

(scoffing chuckle)

I ain't giving you no damn car.

You owe me.

Okay.

Go get my car keys.

Sit down.

Y'all need to figure out what the hell

you gonna do once you leave here.

We will.

- Youngblood. - Hmm?

She speak for both of you?

No.

(chuckling): Could have fooled me.

QUEEN: Don't do that.

Well, I'm just trying to understand this nigga mind.

You ask me, he seems a little...

(quietly): a little slow.

I think we should go to Cuba.

EARL: That's what I'm talking about.

Isn't that where, um, um...

- Assata Shakur went... - Mm-hmm.

- ...after she killed that state trooper? - Allegedly killed.

We just gotta keep driving until we get to Miami,

- and-and then, uh... - We'll be standing in front of

a large body of water.

How we supposed to cross that?

I don't know yet.

Of course you don't.

You got a better idea?

- Where you think you're going? - To lay down.

I'm exhausted.

Y'all ain't going nowhere till you shave your heads.

- We're not doing that. - Oh, you want

to keep walking around looking how you do in that tape?

You're not shaving my head.

Fine. You can choose.

You're a woman.

I believe in a woman's right to choose.

But you ain't shit.

Use the cheap razor on his ass.

♪ 'Cause we young, made and paid ♪

♪ I lay on white butter, my ice'll make you stutter ♪

♪ I'm young, local and gutter ♪

- ♪ But thoed as a motherfucker ♪ - (electric razor buzzing)

♪ My album Who Is Mike Jones? coming soon ♪

♪ My album ♪

♪ Who Is Mike Jones? coming soon ♪

♪ I'm a pimp, I walk with a limp ♪

♪ I step inside Pappadeaux eating on shrimp, shrimp ♪

♪ I'm a baller, lane-to-lane crawler ♪

♪ Clarion faller, candy roll hogger... ♪

Man, this is fucked-up.

This what happens when you're on the run from the law.

♪ I'm a grinder, that's why I'm a shiner ♪

♪ I left behind whiners to be a big-timer... ♪

(song fades)

♪ ♪

(hisses in pain)

I didn't know Earl had a niece.

We're not close.

Who's he related to? Your mother or your father?

- My mother. - Mm.

She and I weren't close, either.

Damn. Who are you close to?

(chuckles) Are you close to your family?

Yeah.

They don't care how I make my money, as long as I'm happy.

- Are you? - Sometimes.

What makes you happy?

Uh, robes at fancy hotels,

a good lace front,

and when your uncle kisses me on the forehead.

Mm.

What?

Nothing.

I'm just surprised

by the amount of love he has in his life.

Well, he don't always deserve it.

He needs us to worship him.

Out there, he ain't shit.

But in here, he a king.

(chuckles softly)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

You like it?

I don't know yet.

You like this shit.

Shut up.

NEWSWOMAN: A nationwide manhunt is underway

after a police officer was shot and killed

during a routine traffic stop last night in Cleveland, Ohio.

Investigators are looking for two suspects,

one African American male and one female,

in connection with the killing of the officer.

Police say the suspects fled the scene

in a white Honda Accord

and are considered to be armed and dangerous.

Dashcam footage of the shooting

has been posted to social media and news outlets

in an effort to track down the suspects.

The shooting has gained national attention

and highlighted a racial divide...

I know you stole my pinkie ring.

Whatever, nigga.

My daddy gave me that ring.

Don't nobody care about that fake-ass ring.

NEWSWOMAN: ...any information on the shooting

or the suspects, please contact our hotline...

That's your problem.

(scoffs)

You don't care about shit.

Oh, that's my problem?

(sighing): Yeah.

(takes deep breath)

That your problem.

Nigga, you're my problem.

Bitch, give my goddamn ring!

Oh, you want to get crazy? 'Cause you know I'm crazy,

and I will fuck you up.

I'm sitting here trying to mind my business...

- Oh! - Honest to God, nigga.

Time for you to give my ring back.

- Oh, hell no, nigga! - Fuck!

I'm sick and tired of you putting

your motherfucking hands on me!

I deal with way too much to be dealing

- with your psychotic ass! - Here he go.

- EARL: Give me my shit, bitch! - NAOMI: No, go...

- Give me my fucking ring! - You know what?

SLIM: You want me to talk to him?

- Give me my goddamn respect! - No. We're not gonna go there.

I want my motherfucking respect!

We're not gonna go there, Earl, because you already...

EARL: Bitch, I will choke you out of these braids.

- Please don't. - (arguing continues)

He didn't used to be like this.

(Earl continues shouting indistinctly)

Iraq fucked him up.

(Slim sighs)

I don't want to deal with this shit.

Let's leave first thing tomorrow.

- You okay? - Yeah.

How is that possible?

You took somebody's life yesterday.

I guess, um...

I'm just used to saying that I'm okay when I'm not.

I know the feeling.

What if God wanted me to die and I messed up his plan?

I don't think that's what he wanted.

- How do you know? - I just...

I just think you were meant to be here.

I'm making an executive decision.

- We're going to Cuba. - "Executive decision"?

We can't leave here tomorrow and not know where we're going.

What about that large body of water?

We'll figure it out.

(Queen sighs)

(whispers): I'm scared.

That's all right.

I'll be brave enough for the both of us.

Hey, uh...

why does your uncle owe you?

I got him out of prison once.

For what?

- He killed somebody. - Damn. Who'd he kill?

My mother.

(panting quietly)

♪ ♪

I'm rubbing your head for good luck.

I don't believe in luck.

I think everything is destined.

♪ ♪

(pounding on door in distance)

(dog howls in distance)

(rapid knocking)

(dog barks)

(pounding on door)

Who the fuck called you?

(chuckles)

I'm just here to make sure everybody's okay.

You still fucking this nigga?

- No. - Why the fuck he here?

- I ain't call him. - Why the fuck you here?

A neighbor heard some commotion and got concerned.

Oh, shit, it's the cops.

Get down. Get down.

Don't worry.

I take real good care of my property.

Do you?

Oh, yeah.

She my biggest draw.

You got a new truck?

EARL: I don't know who the fuck truck that is.

You mind if I come in?

Not without a warrant, nigga.

You go get your paperwork together.

I'll give you the grand tour.

Think I will come back with that warrant.

Make sure you use the large font.

(chuckling): I can't see shit.

Keep your hands to yourself, Earl.

I didn't want you to come here

in the first motherfucking place.

Close the gate, nigga.

You know I'm gonna have to kill that nigga one day, yeah?

Y'all need to get the fuck out of here.

Shit.

QUEEN: There's clothes in the closet.

(panting): Oh, shit.

(panting quietly)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Take this.

That should cover your gas for most of the way.

And the man at that address will take care of you.

His wife ain't shit, but he cool.

Johnny Shepherd?

Who's he?

We served together.

I saved his life once.

He'll be expecting you.

And he got a friend that got a plane

to get you over that body of water.

Thank you, Uncle Earl.

Nigga, I ain't your uncle.

GODDESS: Mm.

- Take care of yourself. - You, too.

Take care of her.

Love you, baby girl.

QUEEN: Love you, too.

(engine starts)

♪ Still tippin' on fo' fo's wrapped in fo' Vogues ♪

♪ Tippin' on fo' fo's ♪

♪ Wrapped in fo' Vogues ♪

♪ Tippin' on fo' fo's ♪

♪ Wrapped in fo' Vogues ♪

♪ Pimpin' fo' hos and I'm packin' fo' fo's ♪

♪ Now look who creepin', look who crawlin' ♪

♪ Still ballin' in the mix ♪

♪ It's that six-six, long-dick ♪

♪ Slim nigga stickin' your chick ♪

♪ Pullin' tricks, lookin' slick... ♪

It's beautiful out here.

♪ Barre sippin', car dippin', Grant wood grain grippin' ♪

♪ Still tippin' on fo' fo's wrapped in fo' Vogues ♪

♪ Pimpin' fo' hos and I'm packin' fo' fo's ♪

♪ Blowin' on the Indo, GameCube Nintendo... ♪

Is it?

♪ So you can't see up in my window ♪

♪ These niggas don't understand me... ♪

I'm just trying to make conversation.

I'm just being honest.

Oh. You have to be honest all the time?

- Do you want me to be silent? - I didn't say that.

♪ Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell & Ness ♪

♪ Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade ♪

♪ When I'm ridin' Sprewells, slidin' like a escapade ♪

♪ I got it made ♪

♪ The big boss of the north ♪

♪ Ain't shit changed, I still represent Swishahouse ♪

♪ Ha, still tippin' on fo' fo's... ♪

(song stops)

("Searching" by Roy Ayers playing)

What you doing?

I'm gonna try and get some sleep.

♪ See a butterfly up in the sky ♪

♪ I got a story to say, and I'll tell you why ♪

♪ I'm searching ♪

♪ You see, my friend, I need someone ♪

♪ Who feels and needs the same as I ♪

♪ I'm searching ♪

♪ Searching, searching ♪

♪ Searching ♪

♪ Searching, searching ♪

♪ Searching ♪

♪ Searching, searching ♪

♪ Searching. ♪

(song fades)

- What are you doing? - (music playing nearby)

- Are you crazy? - I heard a band playing.

I wanted to see where it was coming from.

We need to keep going.

I mean, I know, but I'm exhausted.

Plus, you knocked out in the back while I'm trying

- to stay awake. - Fine. I'll drive.

When was the last time you heard some live music?

I don't know.

I mean, we're only a few hours from Georgia,

- so we got time. - (sighs)

Would you have gone on a second date with me?

- No. - Damn.

It's not personal.

I just like being alone.

I get it.

What would the second date have been?

I'm not telling you.

Come on. Don't do me like that.

Nah. You should've said yes.

Okay, fine. I'll go.

It's too late now.

I have the right to change my mind.

(engine starts)

Okay, I'm officially saying yes to the second date.

Now, what are we doing?

(engine stops)

I'm taking you dancing. Let's go.

Can we dance when we get to where we're going?

- Just to be safe? - I'm tired of playing it safe.

You're willing to risk getting caught so we can dance?

Hell yeah.

(sighs)

One dance, and we can leave. I promise.

I'll buy you a drink.

Yeah. Come on.

You good?

Let's go. We got to get a move on.

("Pocket Full of Money" by Little Freddie King playing)

(crowd chattering)

Hey! Yeah.

♪ I got plenty money, babe ♪

♪ Just let me come inside ♪

♪ I got plenty money, baby ♪

♪ Just let me come inside ♪

♪ Well, I keep plenty money, babe ♪

♪ Just let me come inside ♪

Why you so jumpy?

I'm nervous.

Ain't nobody out here thinking about us.

♪ ♪

♪ I got plenty money, babe ♪

♪ Just let me come inside ♪

♪ Well, I got plenty money, baby ♪

♪ Just let me come inside... ♪

Watch your hands.

♪ I'll dump all my pockets for you ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Spin it a while ♪

(both laughing)

♪ Spin it a while ♪

♪ And we'll dance all night ♪

♪ When you see me comin' ♪

♪ Know I got a pocket full of money ♪

♪ When you see me comin' ♪

Don't you owe me a drink?

♪ I got a pocket full of money... ♪

What you want?

Bourbon. The expensive kind.

♪ Well, girl, you can get it all. ♪

♪ ♪

Hey, handsome.

Hi.

What can I get you?

- A bourbon. - (bartender chuckles)

- (song ends) - (cheering and applause)

(band starts playing "Standin' at Yo Door")

Oh, I don't drink.

(scoffs) Maybe you should start.

Oh. These are on the house.

Oh, thank you.

Don't worry. You're safe here.

♪ Oh! ♪

The bartender recognized me.

Oh, shit. We got to go.

- I think we're good. - I don't know.

Trust me.

♪ Hey, hey, hey, little girl ♪

(grunts, chuckles)

♪ Standin' out here by your door ♪

♪ Well, aren't you gonna open up your door ♪

♪ Or you gonna stand there and act a fool? ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm wonderin', I'm wonderin' ♪

♪ What road will you take from here? ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm wonderin', I'm wonderin' ♪

♪ What road will you take from here? ♪

(song fades)

SLIM: What do you want?

QUEEN: I want a guy to show me myself.

I want him to love me so deeply

I'm not afraid to show him how ugly I can be.

I want him to show me scars I never knew I had.

But I don't want him to make them go away.

I want him to hold my hand while I nurse them myself.

And I want him to cherish the bruises they leave behind.

(muffled cheering and applause)

We should go.

♪ ♪

QUEEN: What do you want?

I want a ride-or-die.

Oh, my God. What does that even mean?

I just want someone that's always gonna love me

no matter what.

Someone that's gonna hold my hand and never let it go.

She got to be special, though.

'Cause she gonna be my legacy.

What do you mean?

Look, I ain't gonna bend the world.

Long as my lady remembers me fondly,

that's all I need.

♪ I called you up, but you weren't there ♪

♪ And I was brokenhearted ♪

♪ Hung up the phone, can't be too late ♪

♪ The boss is so demanding ♪

♪ Opened the door up, and to my surprise... ♪

SLIM: Skinny Luther or fat Luther?

Mm, skinny Luther.

- Oh, fuck. - What?

See, I don't trust people that like skinny Luther.

Skinny Luther was dope.

(chuckles)

He had a lot more energy,

he sang better, and his clothes fit.

You crazy as hell. Fat Luther was the shit.

Look, who else you know that can pull off a Jheri curl

and a three-piece suit at the same damn time?

Nobody.

♪ A thousand kisses from you is never too much ♪

♪ Never too much, never too much ♪

♪ Never too much ♪

♪ I just don't wanna stop ♪

♪ Oh, my love... ♪

SLIM: What you doing? I thought you said no more stopping.

QUEEN: I changed my mind.

What you mean, you changed your mind? We got to go.

- Relax. - (shuts off engine)

Oh, f...

Hey. He's gonna get scared and kick you in the face.

They're not wild.

Well, how you know?

My uncle used to take me horseback riding

when I was a kid.

Really?

He told me nothing scares a white man more

than seeing a black man on a horse.

Why?

'Cause they have to look up at him.

(Queen chuckles softly)

- I never been on a horse. - (Queen sighs)

You should try sometime.

Maybe I should do it right now.

You should try it when we have more time.

- I'll take you. - When?

I don't know.

What if you don't make it?

- We will. - You don't know that.

I'm getting on a horse.

- (Queen chuckles) - (Slim claps)

(Queen smacking lips)

- (whispers): Come on. - (Slim sighs, sniffs)

- SLIM: Ready? - Yeah.

Yeah, climb up on this side.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Got it?

♪ ♪

That's right.

Yeah.

All right, hold on.

You got it?

(horse whinnies)

(Queen chuckling)

QUEEN: It's nice, isn't it?

- Yeah. - (Queen laughs)

MAN (in distance): Hey!

- Shit. Shit. - MAN: What are you doing?

QUEEN: Let's go. Let's go.

MAN: Get the fuck off my property!

(panting)

(grunts)

- Go, go, go, go, go, go. - (engine starts)

(Queen laughing)

("Shakara" by Fela Anikulapo Kuti playing)

(both laughing)

(both panting, sighing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(engine sputtering, steam hissing)

- SLIM: Motherfuck. - QUEEN: Damn.

(music ends)

SLIM: Oh... (groans)

(Queen exhales sharply)

I think I saw a body shop somewhere back there.

Hell, that was a while ago.

Well, we need to get the car fixed.

- All right, get in the car. I'll push. - (Queen sighs)

(grunting)

(grunts loudly)

MECHANIC: Your radiator's fucked.

- Your water pump, too. - That don't sound good.

I can probably get it back to you tomorrow

- for about two grand. - Two grand?

- We need it back today. - Y'all in a rush?

Yeah, we're... we're on our way to visit family.

Now, why y'all want to rush to do that?

(laughs)

Well, I can probably get it back for you tonight,

but it's gonna cost you a little more.

How much more?

Another 500.

Come here. Come on.

That's all our money.

What's the alternative?

I ain't got all day.

We gonna do this or what?

Here. That's all we have.

SLIM: Need the car fixed as soon as possible.

I'll work as fast as I can.

Can I use your bathroom?

Yeah. It's right in through there.

♪ ♪

(panting)

(line ringing)

MAN: Hello?

Dad?

Are you okay, boy?

Yeah, I'm fine.

This ain't like you.

I know.

(sighs)

I just want to let you know that I'm okay...

...and that I love you.

I love you, too, son.

- We're trying to get to... - (click, dial tone)

Now, why would you do that?

Get out of my house.

You're under arrest for helping a fugitive.

You do what you got to do.

Oh, we're gonna find him.

Yeah, but not with my help.

(music playing faintly)

What you about to do now?

- Oh, damn it! - (slams tool down)

Y'all are working on my nerves.

Why don't you go take a walk or something?

We're not leaving you with this car.

Don't nobody want to steal your car.

Well, I just want to make sure.

Man, you got bigger problems than me.

You know who we are?

I'm old, boy, not blind.

Then why didn't you give us a discount?

'Cause, unlike the rest of these simple-ass niggas,

I don't approve of what y'all did.

We didn't have a choice.

That don't matter.

You gave them a license to kill us.

He shot at me.

- You gave him an excuse. - You weren't there.

No, I wasn't.

But if I was, I would've took my ticket and been on my way.

Can you work more and talk less?

I could work a lot faster if you left me the fuck alone.

I'm not leaving you with this car.

(sighs)

Damn! This is bullshit.

What about if I give you some insurance?

I don't want no house keys or no driver's license,

'cause all of that can be replaced.

Son.

Yes, sir?

How'd you like to take these nice folks on a walk?

Yeah.

Um...

Yes, sir.

MECHANIC: You keep 'em occupied till I finish this car.

Stay off the street.

I'm, uh...

I know who you are.

What's your name?

Everybody call me Junior.

Hi.

It's an honor to meet y'all.

JUNIOR: Going to a protest tomorrow.

- SLIM: For what? - JUNIOR: To support you.

Can't believe y'all are here, man.

(chuckling): I was just watching y'all,

like, like, on TV, and then...

now you walking right next to me.

That shit is crazy.

Really hope y'all make it.

Yeah, me, too.

JUNIOR: Just know, even if you don't, it'll be okay.

♪ ♪

QUEEN: How so?

'Cause then you'll be immortal.

SLIM: I like that.

QUEEN: I'd rather live.

JUNIOR: I want to be immortal, too.

SLIM: You're too young to be

- worried about all that. - JUNIOR: No, I'm not.

I could die today.

SLIM: Don't say that.

JUNIOR: I just want people to know I was here.

QUEEN: As long as your family knows you were here,

that's all that matters.

♪ ♪

- (engine starts) - (Queen and Slim sigh)

Yo, Junior.

- Could you take our picture? - (closes door)

- Yeah. - (car door opens)

I don't think that's a good idea.

Come on.

I want proof we were here.

(sighs)

Right here.

(camera clicks)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(tires squealing)

SLIM: Yo.

Yo.

Do you mind if we make a detour?

Uh, I do, actually.

You okay?

Not really.

QUEEN: We were close when I was younger.

But as I got older, I felt like...

I didn't know her anymore.

She didn't know me, either.

We could go months without talking.

And when we did, I hated it.

I had nothing to say to her.

She wanted a connection so badly.

And I just didn't care.

I didn't need her anymore.

(Queen shudders)

(sighs, sniffles)

(sniffles, sighs)

QUEEN: My grandmother left the house to both of them.

My mom wanted to sell it.

My uncle wanted to live in it.

Typical family bullshit.

SLIM: Mm-hmm.

One night, they were up at the house, fighting.

He was really fucked-up.

He pushed her.

She fell down a flight of stairs, cracked her skull.

She bled out so quick,

by the time the ambulance got there,

she was already dead.

I had just passed the bar.

I was desperate to try my first case. I...

I never thought that that would be it.

How could you defend the person

- that killed your own mother? - (Queen sighs)

(voice breaking): I knew it was an accident.

Does it ever piss you off that he's alive and she isn't?

(exhales sharply)

All the time.

(sobbing softly)

(Queen taking deep breaths)

♪ ♪

(protesters clamoring)

MAN (chanting): Let them go! Let them go!

WOMAN: Stop shooting us!

- MAN: Stop shooting us! - WOMAN: Not one more!

PROTESTERS (chanting): Let them go! Let them go!

Let them go!

- Let them go! Let them go! - (indistinct shouting)

Let them go! Let them go! Let them go!

(clamoring)

(indistinct shouting)

(clamoring continues)

- Stay back. - Stand back.

Let them go! Let them go! Let them go!

- Let them go! - MAN: We got to fight the power, man!

Let them go! Let them go! Let them go!

Let them go! Let them go! Let them go!

Let them go!

Let them go! Let them go!

- Let them go! Let them go! - (officer shouts indistinctly)

Let them go! Let them go!

OFFICER: Get back. Please, back.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Can't keep runnin' away... ♪

♪ ♪

- (clamoring) - Stop killing me!

Stop killing me! Stop killing us!

Stop killing us! Stop killing us!

- (gas hissing) - Stop killing us!

(protesters screaming)

(clamoring continues)

OFFICER: Stop resisting! Stop!

(panting, moaning)

♪ Can't keep runnin' away ♪

(clamoring)

(coughing)

♪ Can't keep runnin'... ♪

Let's go!

Come on!

I'm ready.

Come fucking shoot me! Come on!

Come get me!

(Queen gasping, moaning)

♪ Can't keep runnin'... ♪

You need to get out of here.

If you don't vacate the premises,

- I will arrest you, son. - I'm not your son.

- What's your name, young man? - I ain't got to tell you that.

Listen, I'm not trying to hurt you.

I'm just trying to clear these streets and do my job.

You're not supposed to be here.

Okay, so what you gonna do? You gonna shoot me?

You gonna shoot me if I don't leave?

No, but I will arrest you.

Listen, man, I'm begging you.

Just go home, all right?

What you...

(gasping, moaning)

- (Queen squeals) - (Slim grunting)

♪ Can't keep runnin' ♪

♪ Can't keep runnin' away ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

(engine shuts off)

(doorbell chimes)

MR. SHEPHERD: And a young man was killed.

His father came out and said he fixed your car.

What do you mean, he was killed?

MRS. SHEPHERD: He shot a police officer in the face.

We were just with him.

MR. SHEPHERD: You knew the boy?

We spent some time with him, but...

MRS. SHEPHERD: Did you order him to do it?

- Are you crazy? - We would never do that.

Well, these kids, they think it's okay

to kill cops 'cause of you.

Uh, who made it okay for cops to kill us?

We didn't want this.

There's a war going on out there,

and you welcome this into our home?

They didn't start it.

I want them gone by the morning.

(sighs) We can leave right now.

MR. SHEPHERD: Hey, hey.

Don't let your pride get you killed.

I ain't staying here.

Look, I got hiding spots all over this place.

Even if the cops come, they won't find you.

This is a safe place.

Right?

Y'all hungry?

Come on.

♪ ♪

There's a bounty out on your heads.

How much we worth?

- 250. - Total?

- Each. - That ain't much.

It's enough to pay our mortgage off.

- You gonna turn us in? - No.

Earl told me you need a plane.

Yeah.

I know a guy in Florida.

Already gave him a call.

This is his address and directions to his house.

If you lose that, you're fucked.

Let's eat before it gets cold.

MR. SHEPHERD: I'll lead us in prayer.

May I?

Course.

I'd like to start by thanking God

for the breath in my lungs.

I'm grateful that we have a place to sleep tonight,

food to put in our bellies.

Thank you for bringing us this far.

Thank you for this journey.

No matter how it ends.

Amen.

MR. and MRS. SHEPHERD: Amen.

(chewing quietly)

Get upstairs now.

- What's going on? - Just go.

Get under the bed in our room.

Take the back stairs.

QUEEN (whispering): It's not here. It's not here.

- Police! Police! - (Mrs. Shepherd screams)

- OFFICER: Hands on the table! - (whispers): Here.

Tell us where they're at!

Living room clear!

- May I help you? - Hands on the table!

- Tell us where they are. - OFFICER: Upstairs!

- Who's "they"? - (footfalls ascending stairs)

OFFICER: Go, go.

Right side clear.

Closet clear.

(grunts)

(grunts)

Clear!

- (indistinct chatter) - (dogs barking in distance)

You tell us where they went, we'll let you go,

and you can enjoy the rest of your evening.

How can I tell you where they went if they were never here?

Then where'd the fancy car come from?

People park their cars around here all the time.

You look a lot smarter than your husband.

You want to tell me where they went?

(helicopter passing overhead)

OFFICER: Sergeant.

♪ ♪

(whispering): We have to leave here at some point.

I'm not trying to walk into an ambush.

I heard cars leave hours ago.

I'm sure they left some folks behind

to keep an eye on the house.

You can stay here and die of starvation if you want to,

but I'm getting the fuck out of here.

♪ ♪

(door creaking)

They got to be out front.

We got to jump.

I mean, it's too high.

What you got to do is bend your knees

when you hit the ground, okay?

Bend and roll.

(chuckling): This ain't no damn fire drill.

(panting)

All right, right. Hold on, hold on.

Be careful. Careful.

QUEEN: Okay.

(grunts, groans)

Fuck.

(groaning)

(grunting, panting)

(grunts)

(Queen panting, whimpering)

All right?

We... we need to move.

We need to move.

I'm gonna need you to get up.

I'm gonna need you to get up, all right?

Lean on me. Lean on me. Lean on me. Lean on me.

(panting, shuddering)

SLIM: Almost there. Stay here.

I'm-a check out front. Okay?

(Queen gasping, whimpering)

(groaning, gasping)

Sit down here. Sit down here. Sit down here.

Sit down. Sit down. Sit down. Sit down. Sit down.

Sit down. Sit down.

(door creaking)

Okay, I know how to do this,

but you got to promise not to scream.

Can you do that?

I believe in you. Hmm?

I think there are cops out front.

If they hear you, it's over, we're done.

(exhales sharply)

I know how strong you are.

You can do this. Yeah?

Wait. Give me your jacket.

Here. Take that.

- All right. - (sniffling)

(sighs) All right.

- All right. Okay. - (muffled whimpering)

All right.

- One. - (muffled whimpering)

Two.

(shushing quietly)

- (joint cracks) - (muffled scream)

- (shushing) - (muffled sobbing)

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. Okay.

- (birds chirping) - (wind whistling softly)

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

Sounds like somebody's crying.

No. That's just nature.

City boys ain't used to that shit.

Don't refer to me as "boy." I ain't no boy.

- You know what I meant. - I know the difference

between a person and an animal, too.

Then go walk around.

Better watch how you talk to me, man.

Ooh, touchy, touchy.

- I need to find a screwdriver. - You know how to boost a car?

I used to. My older brother taught me one summer.

Toolbox.

(Slim exhales sharply)

Only car we ever stole was my dad's.

He should've known better

than to leave that Acura around us.

(Slim panting rapidly)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(Slim panting rapidly)

Damn it. Fuck.

- (prolonged beep) - (ignition sputtering)

♪ ♪

(ignition sputtering)

(engine starts)

(both sigh)

Now, how we supposed to get out of here?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

What was it?

Couple deer caught in some branches.

I set 'em free.

Told you.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

(Queen panting softly)

(takes deep breath)

Yo, what you doing?

(gasping)

Are you crazy? Get back in the car.

(laughing)

F-Fuck.

(panting)

(laughs)

(laughing)

Are you trying to die?

No. I just always wanted to do that.

Well, don't do it while I'm driving, okay?

- You should try it. - Nah, I'm good.

- Pull over. - Nuh-uh.

Come on, pull over.

Pull over.

If I do it, will you please

let me drive the rest of the way in peace?

Swear to God.

Swear on something you believe in.

Okay, fine.

I'll swear on you.

(chuckles)

(grunting)

Fuck, man.

- Shit. - (Queen laughing)

- Oh, shit! - Oh, shit!

Man, fuck it. I'm coming back in.

Oh, no, no, no. You got it. You got it. You're good.

I'll just drive slow.

♪ ♪

(both laughing)

♪ ♪

("Cedes Benz" by The-Dream playing)

♪ Cedes Benz, Cedes Benz ♪

♪ Brand-new Cedes Benz, Cedes Benz, Cedes Benz ♪

♪ Brand-new Cedes Benz ♪

♪ Cedes Benz, Cedes Benz ♪

♪ Brand-new Cedes Benz ♪

♪ Cedes Benz, Cedes Benz ♪

- ♪ Girl ♪ - ♪ Brand-new Cedes ♪

♪ Be my confidant ♪

♪ Drive this all you want ♪

♪ Promise you can back it up ♪

♪ Baby, you ain't gotta front ♪

♪ We ain't gotta shift the mood ♪

♪ Just keep riding ♪

♪ Keep riding ♪

♪ Just tell me what you want, baby ♪

♪ I'm listening, I'm listening ♪

♪ We brand-new in that brand-new ♪

♪ Christening, we christening ♪

♪ Feels like the first time ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Brand-new Cedes Benz, brand-new ♪

♪ Brand-new Cedes Benz ♪

♪ Cedes Benz, Cedes Benz, brand-new Cedes Benz... ♪

QUEEN: Are you sure this is the place?

- ♪ Brand-new Cedes Benz... ♪ - (engine stops)

- (music fades) - (crickets chirping)

Will you please get back in the car before you get shot?

Ain't nobody here.

(sighs)

I was hoping we'd pull up to a house and get some sleep.

Well, there isn't one.

I can see that.

- They're gonna find us. - No, they're not.

How about you get in the back and get some sleep?

I'll sit here. Huh?

Make sure nobody kills us.

(Queen sighs)

Take that.

Thanks.

(takes deep breath)

(sighs)

I can't sleep.

You want me to turn on the radio?

No.

I want you to tell me a story.

What kind of story?

Any story. I don't care.

When I was little, I asked my mom where babies come from.

She said I was too young to know.

Then I asked my dad.

And he said, "Babies are a product of two people

that needed something from each other."

So I said, "Needed what?"

He said, "Maybe they needed to feel seen.

"Maybe they needed to feel loved.

Maybe they needed to feel human."

And then what?

Then I asked my grandmother.

She said babies come from God.

They're his way of making sure no one ever really dies.

I remember her saying,

"Through our children, we are reborn."

Then I went to my older brother,

and I asked him.

And he said,

"Nobody knows. You're just born.

That's it. Now, leave me alone."

(Queen chuckles)

I wasn't satisfied with that answer, either, but...

I ran out of family members to ask,

so he got the last word.

So, who was right?

None of 'em.

Babies come from fucking.

Plain and simple.

(both gasp)

Why y'all acting all scared and shit?

'Cause you pointing a gun in my face.

Man, I was just fucking with you, player.

Come on.

You know the Shepherds?

Hell yeah.

Hey, come on, man. Let's go.

How we know you ain't lying?

I mean, you don't.

Then why should we go with you?

What other choice do you have?

Well, how you know the Shepherds?

- From way back. - How long?

Damn, man, why you giving me the third degree?

I'm trying to help you out.

- They said you had a plane. - Oh, they lied about that one.

Well, if you ain't got a plane, we not going with you.

Look, man, I ain't got that kind of money.

But I got a friend that do.

He a baller. He can get you whatever you want.

When we get to my trailer, I'll give him a call for you.

Why can't you call him right now?

'Cause I ain't got my phone on me.

Damn.

Look, y'all can either roll with me

or stand here like some dummies

and wait for the police to come get you.

♪ ♪

♪ I put the foreground to life with my vision board ♪

♪ Background drowning out the sirens and white noise ♪

♪ Rhythm fairly faded, still I caught it ♪

♪ And kept my poise... ♪

Yeah, all right, for sure.

All right, I got you.

Yeah, for sure. I'll see you then.

All right, he gonna have the plane ready to go

first thing tomorrow morning.

We can't wait till tomorrow. We got to go now.

Damn, y'all some bossy motherfuckers.

Call him back.

All right, man. Back up.

(sighs)

(dialing)

Hey, sorry, bro. They trippin'.

Uh, they say they got to go today, nigga.

That's what I told 'em.

All right.

Bet.

Said meet him in an hour.

All right, cool.

Hey, yo, what the fuck is y'all doing?

It's an hour away. We got to go.

♪ ♪

("Thru It All" by Wintertime playing)

♪ I been going through it ♪

♪ I been going through it all... ♪

(inhales sharply)

Y'all want to hit this shit?

I don't smoke.

Word?

What about you, sis?

I'm good.

Shit.

If I was y'all, I'd be smoking like a motherfucker right now.

That why I be smoking all the time.

I'm paranoid as fuck.

I always think somebody trying to kill me.

Like who?

Shit, the police,

niggas, everybody.

That's no way to live.

(scoffs) What you gonna do?

Yeah.

Hey, I'm glad I met y'all, though.

So are we, man.

Yeah, y'all...

y'all really gave niggas something to believe in.

We needed that, for real.

♪ Don't talk about me like you know me ♪

♪ I see that all these niggas phony ♪

♪ And all these hos need to keep the mamba out they mouth ♪

♪ Unless they finna blow me... ♪

Yo, let me hit that.

(chuckling)

I knew you wanted to hit that shit.

- (laughing) - (chuckling): Yeah.

♪ When Young Mamba went down ♪

♪ Soon as I'm back up ♪

♪ Everybody wanna come around ♪

♪ But I been going through it now... ♪

(laughs)

♪ So until a nigga counting hundreds ♪

♪ I ain't playing no more games ♪

♪ I been going through it all... ♪

(driver laughing)

Yeah. Live your life, sis. (laughs)

(laughing)

♪ But the shit don't last long ♪

♪ I always gotta come back, right back... ♪

(laughs)

♪ I swear that that's the worst part ♪

♪ 'Cause then a nigga relapse... ♪

(song fades)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

There that nigga go right there.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

(siren whoops)

(sirens wailing)

(shuddering breaths)

(tires squealing)

(over bullhorn): Stop. You're under arrest!

Get on the ground now!

I am not gonna say it again.

Get on the ground!

I'll never let go of your hand.

OFFICER: Get on the ground!

If I had a chance...

...I would've kissed all your scars.

I know you would have.

- OFFICER: You're under arrest. - (Queen shuddering)

Get on the ground!

I'm not gonna say it again.

Get on the ground now.

You're under arrest.

Can I be your legacy?

You already are.

(gunshot booms)

Hold your fire!

Stand down!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(Slim shuddering)

OFFICER (faintly): Let me see your hands!

Show me your hands!

Show me your hands!

Step away from the girl!

Stand down right now! Stay down!

Show me your hands!

Don't! Don't do it!

Put the girl down!

Stop right there!

Do you hear me?

Do not take another step.

Take another step, and we will shoot.

(heavy gunfire)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Hollow one... ♪

GAYLE KING: Angela Johnson and Ernest Hines

were shot and killed today by Monroe County Police.

The two suspects have become quite infamous

for their ability to escape authorities across state lines

after killing Officer Reed in Cleveland, Ohio.

Monroe County Police Department released a statement

saying they had hoped to arrest the suspects

so that they could have their day in court,

but they had no choice but to open fire

because the suspects were armed and considered dangerous.

It was a tragic ending to a six-day nationwide manhunt.

The pursuit that began in Ohio ended on a Florida tarmac,

yards away from a jet plane

intended to be their final escape.

Despite the two being wanted for murder,

hundreds of thousands of people across the nation

pledged their support, gathering in the streets,

protesting against the fallen officer

who shot and killed an unarmed black man

just two years ago in an unrelated incident.

Johnson and Hines became a social media phenomenon,

even inciting violence against another police officer.

(fading): Dashcam footage links them

to the shooting death of an officer.

♪ If lovelessness ♪

♪ Is godlessness ♪

♪ Will you cast me ♪

♪ To the wayside? ♪

♪ Well, I feel the peeling ♪

♪ Of half-painted ceilings ♪

♪ Reveal the covering ♪

♪ Of a blank sky ♪

♪ Am I vital ♪

♪ If my heart is idle? ♪

♪ Am I doomed? ♪

♪ Cradle me ♪

♪ So I can see ♪

♪ If I'm doomed... ♪

♪ ♪

- ♪ ♪ - (muffled, echoing laughter)

(indistinct chattering)

♪ ♪

("Guarding the Gates" by Ms. Lauryn Hill playing)

♪ Everybody, everybody wants to know ♪

♪ Where you're going to ♪

♪ What you're running from ♪

♪ What you're going through ♪

♪ Where you're coming from ♪

♪ What you're going through ♪

♪ Where you're coming from ♪

♪ Everybody, everybody wants to know ♪

♪ What you're gonna do ♪

♪ Where you're going to ♪

♪ 'Cause they want to come ♪

♪ Where I'm showing you ♪

♪ Yes, they want to come ♪

♪ Where I'm showing you ♪

♪ All that you can be is a spectacle ♪

♪ Following after every single miracle ♪

♪ Watch them marvel at all the joy you have ♪

♪ But they're too important to have all the joy you have ♪

♪ What a tragedy, you can laugh at me ♪

♪ You can laugh at me ♪

♪ But I'm in love ♪

♪ Yes, I'm in love ♪

♪ Don't you wish you had real love? ♪

♪ Yes, I'm in love ♪

♪ Trying to fix myself ♪

♪ For society ♪

♪ Trying to mix myself for society ♪

♪ But can you tell me, where is love in anxiety? ♪

♪ But can you tell me, where is love in anxiety? ♪

♪ What you say to me ♪

♪ I don't mind at all ♪

♪ What you say to me ♪

♪ I don't really care at all ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm in love ♪

♪ Don't you wish you had real love? ♪

♪ I know you do ♪

♪ Yes, I'm in love. ♪

SLIM: What if God wanted me to die

and I messed up his plan?

QUEEN (echoing): I don't think that's what he wanted.

SLIM (echoing): How do you know?

QUEEN: I just think you were meant to be here.

("Catch the Sun" by Lil Baby playing)

♪ Seem like we running out of time ♪

♪ Yeah, we still so young and got so much to find ♪

♪ We can't never let 'em break our mind ♪

♪ We gotta stay strong, conquer and don't divide ♪

♪ I come in peace, my heart already set on fire ♪

♪ If it ain't color, what's the difference tween you and I? ♪

♪ I'll let you decide or come up with some repeated lies ♪

♪ I'm just tired of my kind got to be the one to die ♪

♪ Looking in the sky, know he with me, I can't cry ♪

♪ Standing what I stand on, I can't never switch side ♪

♪ Sometimes I just want to pop out on 'em, flip out ♪

♪ But I put my head on, I pray I stay from off they route ♪

♪ Thinking 'bout my niggas, I ain't seen 'em in a while ♪

♪ Thinking 'bout my son, I just had another child ♪

♪ I been thinking back on it, girl ♪

♪ Like, what the fuck we gonna do now? ♪

♪ On this road to redemption, shit get rocky and it's wild ♪

♪ I can tell you 'bout it ♪

♪ I'm so dumb ♪

♪ That I was thinking that they could ♪

♪ When they really can't, hey ♪

♪ I was thinking that they was when they really ain't ♪

♪ It's my fault, I can't blame no one ♪

♪ If we take off now, we can catch the sun ♪

♪ Maybe watch it set, have sex, get some rest ♪

♪ I'm so dumb ♪

♪ That I was thinking that they could ♪

♪ When they really can't, hey ♪

♪ I was thinking that they was when they really ain't ♪

♪ It's my fault, I can't blame no one ♪

♪ If we take off now, we can catch the sun ♪

♪ Maybe watch it set, have sex, get some rest ♪

♪ Yeah. ♪

(song ends)

("Collide" by Tiana Major9 and EarthGang plays)

QUEEN (echoing): Thank you for bringing us this far.

Thank you for this journey.

No matter how it ends.

♪ Everybody's got opinions on our thing ♪

♪ Say we're flying down a path with no ending ♪

♪ And if I die before I wake ♪

♪ Ooh, don't let me wake up from this dream ♪

♪ When we collide ♪

♪ When we collide ♪

♪ It's a beautiful disaster ♪

♪ When I crash into you ♪

♪ You, you ♪

♪ Crash into you ♪

♪ You, you, you, yeah ♪

♪ I've been so frustrated ♪

- ♪ Have to let it out ♪ - ♪ Have to let it out ♪

♪ Let me tell you with my body what I'm talking about ♪

♪ Let me tell you, let me tell you, oh, oh ♪

♪ And I don't care about the future or the past ♪

♪ I don't care, I don't care, no, no ♪

♪ Riding slow 'cause you know the world's moving too fast ♪

♪ When we collide ♪

♪ When we collide ♪

♪ It's a beautiful disaster ♪

♪ When I crash into you ♪

♪ You, you, you ♪

♪ Crash into you ♪

♪ You, you, you ♪

♪ Without you ♪

♪ I'm just a fraction ♪

♪ Closing in on my demise ♪

♪ And I love you religiously ♪

♪ With everything inside of me ♪

♪ As long as I'm ♪

♪ As long as I'm alive ♪

♪ When we collide ♪

♪ When we collide ♪

♪ It's a beautiful disaster ♪

♪ When I crash into you ♪

♪ You, you ♪

♪ Crash into you ♪

♪ You, you. ♪

♪ ♪

(song fades)

Subtitles by explosiveskull Sync by NAIM2007