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("Habanera" from Carmen by Bizet playing)

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(grunts)

What the fuck, man?

(thud, grunt)

(struggling)

(shouts)

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(music ends)

We have to go to the police.

Virginia: Wrong. That's not a good idea.

No one's talking to you.

I'm just sayin' that doesn't help anyone out.

You're going to jail for the rest of your life.

Honey... Get it together, man.

You fuckin' that tripped out?

You been livin' in this big-ass crib for too long,

don't understand shit.

Look, give us some fuckin' money

and we'll be out of your life forever.

You're not getting out of this.

-You killed Derrick. -What the fuck?

You should be dead, not him!

That sick little bitch over there

attacked me, yo.

And then he fell the fuck out.

I don't know what the fuck happened to him.

Because you broke into our house!

(high-pitched): Bitch...

How the fuck you gonna fall the fuck out

-over someone sprayin' you-- -Shut up!

Who the fuck is you talkin' to?

Damn, give us money. We'll get outta your life.

We'll take your friend with us.

We'll make it look like an accident, alright?

I can't do that to him.

Oh, okay, big man. So what you gonna do?

You got a big plan?

What you gonna do?

Because if you had come out ya pockets from jump,

you could have avoided all this.

("Habanera" resumes)

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Oh, yeah. Take a look at my video again.

Maybe it's different.

(train clattering)

(grunts)

What the fuck, man?

(thud, grunting)

Virginia: Didn't think no one saw you, did ya?

(shouts, thud)

Wale: You okay?

(train clattering)

(train screeching)

Virginia: We followed your dumb ass right to your door.

The shit ain't change.

It's you killin' a cop.

You done.

(fighting resumes on phone)

That was self-defense.

That was a white cop.

You don't get that?

(shouts, thud)

(shouting replays on video)

(turns phone off)

-Wale: We have to go to the police. -No.

You'll go to jail.

Think.

How about $5,000?

Ask him.

(sucks teeth)

(chuckling deeply)

So wassup, killer?

(laughing)

Does that work for you?

Gonzo: I tell you what...

You give me $50,000,

and we'll be gone.

We just don't have that kind of money.

Get the fuck outta here with that shit.

-Y'all pay at least $8,000 a month. -That's how they do.

That's how these rich motherfuckers do.

Y'all got that kinda money.

Maybe there's something else that we can think of.

Gonzo: Ain't nothin' else to think about.

You gonna pay for that video, eh?

You gonna pay for that shit you did to my face.

You broke into our home.

Gonzo: I ain't even gonna argue with you.

Just give me the money,

we'll be gone and no one will know

that your bitch-ass killed that cop.

Just give me a reasonable number.

-Gonzo: Or what? -Virginia: Twenty-five to life.

That's a reasonable fuckin' number to think about.

How 'bout that one?

Wale: For Derrick?

Yo, you gonna try to get swole?

What are you gonna do? You gonna kill us?

(Gonzo laughing)

(shouts): Kill us! I dare you!

Yo, chill. Yo, us?

Speak for your fuckin' self on that one.

-Go ahead, kill that nigga. -Virge, shut the fuck up.

-I'm handling this. -No, you shut the fuck up.

Don't tell me to shut the fuck up.

Yo, I tell whoever I want to shut the fuck up.

Yo, check who the fuck you talkin' to!

-Shut the fuck up! -Who the fuck you talkin' to?

-Shut the fuck up! -You shut the fuck up!

-Shut the fuck up! -Both of you shut the fuck up!

Shut up!

(quietly): Shut the fuck up.

(quietly): Shut the fuck up.

We don't have $50,000 to give you but...

we, we can do eight.

Right?

See!

(footsteps receding)

Take the eight, this all goes away.

Just, just...

just tell me who to make the check out to.

I gotchu.

It's spelled...

-(pen clicks) -G...

O...

F...

U...

C... (laughing)

-K. Go... -You think this is all a fucking joke?

Gonzo: Fuck yourself today! (laughing)

You was writing that shit, you dumb motherfucker.

You a joke.

Virginia: He was writin' that shit, yo.

-Yo, keep writin' that shit. -Your offer's a fuckin' joke!

And then put it on the fuckin' mirror!

Dumb. Dumb.

Gonzo: Fuck your whole shit up, fuckin' $8,000.

Get the fuck outta here!

Don't play with me like that!

(Claudia sighs)

Maybe we can just find a way to give them the $50,000.

If you think I'm about to give these fuckin' idiots

everything that we have worked for,

you are out of your fuckin' mind.

Then we gotta go to the fuckin' cops.

-Now. -You want to spend the rest of your life in prison?

That's what you want to do?

Virginia: Never seen a Black man

-wanna run to the po-po so bad. -Bitch.

-He's a little bitch. -You ever seen no shit like that?

What other option do we have?

All they got is that video.

Without that video, they got nothing.

("Habanera" resumes)

What you thinkin', Virge?

Look at my shit.

Proof that they broke in here,

that they killed Derrick.

Who's to say they didn't kill that cop?

-They could've killed the cop. -It won't work.

-Why not? -We don't know how many videos they made.

Oh, you really seriously think they had time to back it up?

You think they did that shit, seriously?

Think!

All I know is if we pay them,

we'll never get rid of them.

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They'll follow us for the rest of our lives.

-A payment is our best option. -They'll be following us for the rest of our lives!

This is fuckin' bullshit.

You don't even want to try.

I'm asking you to do one thing--

I am trying, but you're not making sense!

I'm making perfect sense! Are you listening?

-Think about it! -I'm thinking, are you fucking thinking?

-Why are you being so fucking selfish? -You're the one who wanted--

Who put the fuckin' down payment on the house?

-Who's paying for IVF? -What the fuck does that have to do with this?

Who's paying for your fucking mother's surgery?

But I'm selfish?

I'm paying for everything all by my fuckin' self!

Oh, shit. She went in.

(both laughing)

-That bitch went hard. -No bitch calling me that shit.

'Cause I get money. I get money all day.

Broke-ass loser!

(laughing)

Get these fuckin' people out of my house!

Fine, we're fucking done.

(laughing, chatting quietly)

(softly): Hurry the fuck up.

-Wale: We're calling the cops. -Claudia: No!

We're calling the cops!

-Claudia: No! -Virginia: Damn.

Stop it!

(screams) No!

Wale: Fuck!

Ooh, I love two chicks fightin'.

-Y'all need a time out! -(Gonzo laughing)

Broke-ass loser.

Shut your fucking mouth.

-(tape tears) -Gonzo: Yeah!

-Wale: Ahh! -Gonzo: Yeah!

-(thud, groans) -Fuck him up!

-Fuck his whole shit up! -(thud)

Gonzo: Fuck yeah!

-(Gonzo laughing) -No!

(grunts, punches)

(groans)

How's it feel?

(laughing loudly)

(punches, grunts)

Yo, Vee, stop fuckin' around. Get me out this shit.

-C'mon! Let's go! -Alright.

Why the fuck did you lie to me, motherfucker?

You gonna pay now, motherfucker!

(laughing mockingly)

(muffled): Round two, motherfucker.

-I told you. -(Wale groaning)

You try to sucker punch me,

you try to sucker choke me?

-Virginia: Almost there, yeah? -I can't wait to beat your--

-Yo, he's moving though. -Virginia: Alright.

-Hold on, hold on. -Yo, hurry the fuck up!

-Round two! Yo, he's moving. -(Wale groaning)

-He's moving. -Alright, alright, alright.

-Vee, he's fucking movin'. -Alright.

Hurry the fuck up. Let's go!

("Problem Child" by Roy Orbison playing)

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♪ Well my heartbeat is running wild ♪

Gonzo: Fuck!

(Virginia screams)

(sharp hit, grunts)

♪ Control yourself ♪

♪ Don't be a problem child ♪

-(screaming) -(punching, grunting)

-Gonzo: You should have fuckin' paid! -(Wale screaming)

♪ Whoa, baby, don't be... ♪

(gun fires)

Gonzo: Fucking pay me!

♪ Control yourself ♪

♪ Don't be a problem child ♪

-(gun fires) -(screams in pain)

Gonzo: You should have fuckin' paid me!

Stop shooting at us, you stupid fuck!

Wale: Ah, fuck you!

♪ Whoa, baby ♪

-(Gonzo fires gun) -Ahh!

♪ Don't be running wild ♪

♪ Control yourself ♪

♪ You're a problem child ♪

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(groaning, struggling)

Aah!

(groaning continues)

(panting)

(Wale groans)

♪ Whoa, baby, don't be a problem child... ♪

(panting in pain)

(screams, groans)

(moans in pain)

Ahhh!

(groaning)

(groaning, panting)

(breathing heavily)

(shuddering breaths)

(Claudia moaning in pain)

Claudia: Argh!

(coughs violently)

(wheezing)

No, no. No, wait, wait, wait.

Hold up. Hold up, hold up.

Hold up, you ain't gotta do that.

I know what you gotta do, okay?

Just, tell them...

Just...

Just tell them... (panting)

Just, you guys gotta tell the cops that, ah,

that he robbed you, okay?

And, um...

Y'all came in...

came in during the-- during it,

and shit popped off.

Shit popped off, okay?

And, and he killed your friend.

(agitated breathing): And, um...

And then, uh, you two were able to get the gun.

That's it. That's what y'all gonna do.

(panicked): You're gonna whole thing...

The whole thing you're gonna blame,

you're gonna blame on my friend.

And what happens to you?

You'll never see me again.

No.

Mm... Please, please!

Please! Please! Please!

Look, look, look, look.

I-I got a daughter.

Alright, I'ma show you.

I'll show you, alright?

(agitated breathing)

-Look. -I don't care!

She don't have anyone

if she doesn't have me, alright?

She won't have anybody!

(crying hysterically) I have to get to her!

That's all I want.

Just to get the fuck out of here.

I just want to get the fuck outta here!

That's it.

That's it. That's all it is.

Seriously, fuck that.

I just don't want to leave her.

(crying hysterically)

You're gonna be alright.

You're gonna be alright.

You're gonna get to be with your husband,

and everything's gonna be fine.

It wasn't supposed to go down like this.

Yo, just let me go.

You can keep the phone.

Look, I'm gonna take this shit off.

It says "no more backup."

(panting)

Alright?

I'll put it here.

(phone clattering)

(exhales sharply) Okay.

(inhales, exhales sharply)

I'ma say it.

I'm gonna say it, you don't have to do that.

-You don't have to do that. -(Claudia crying)

Look...

Just don't...

Just, just...

Don't do that!

Don't do something like that!

Just...

Go.

(softly): Go.

(stumbling away)

(sighs deeply)

(door closes)

(floor creaking)

(puts gun down)

(sighs)

(exhales sharply)

(sirens wailing in distance)

(police sirens approaching)

("I'll Change My Ways" by Danny Stewart playing)

♪ I'll change my ways ♪

♪ For you ♪

(blues riff playing)

♪ I found a woman ♪

♪ She took my love ♪

♪ God sent down a woman ♪

♪ From heaven above ♪

♪ She's young and tender ♪

♪ I'm wild as a lark ♪

♪ That's about as much difference ♪

♪ As daylight and dark ♪

♪ But I said I'll change my ways for you ♪

♪ Well I'll change my ways for you ♪

♪ Yes, I'll change my ways for you ♪

♪ I wonder if it's hard to prove something true ♪

♪ Lordy, I ought to trade it for something new ♪

♪ Said I'll change my ways for you ♪

♪ I may be stubborn ♪

♪ My temper is hot ♪

♪ I may try to live ♪

♪ Like something I'm not ♪

♪ One thing's for sure ♪

♪ When you're around me ♪

♪ I'll take those ways... ♪