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(hip hop music)

♪ Yeah boy ♪

♪ It's goin' down ♪

♪ And all of y'all know ♪

♪ From the streets to the Bentley yard ♪

♪ When you look up, your boy stay ballin' ♪

♪ But you better look down ♪

♪ 'Cause that's where it's goin' ♪

♪ It's goin' down ♪

♪ 'Cause that's where it's goin' ♪

♪ It's goin' down ♪

♪ 'Cause that's where it's goin' ♪

♪ It's goin' down ♪

♪ 'Cause that's where it's goin' ♪

♪ It's goin' down ♪

♪ It's goin' down ♪

♪ I'm on top, I'm on one, I'm on git ♪

♪ I'm on time, I'm on grind, I'm on chips ♪

♪ Your girls don't mind ♪

♪ I'm on your girl's mind ♪

♪ She outside in the line like ♪

♪ Hey I'm on the list ♪

♪ I'm on fresh, I'm on clean, I'm on crisp ♪

♪ I'm on 20's, on Henney in the whip ♪

♪ I'm on the north pole ♪

♪ So frozen in the wrist that it weighs down ♪

♪ My arm, I'm all slow when I lift ♪

♪ I'm on streets, I'm on stage, I'm on planes ♪

♪ Another show, I'm on my way to the bank ♪

♪ I'm on bills, I'm on chill, I'm on cable ♪

♪ Was on labels but now my own label ♪

♪ I'm on radio and board room tables ♪

♪ I'm on Wall Street ringin' bells in the area ♪

- Guys, guys, guys, come in here, come in here.

I want you to fake a seizure, okay?

I want everybody else to just grab

as much stuff as they can, okay?

Just throw it in your pockets.

- Let's go guys.

That's everything.

(child moaning)

- Oh my God.

What's the matter?

You okay?

You okay little girl?

Little girl, what's wrong?

You okay?

Get up, what's the matter?

What's the matter?

Hey, hey, you okay?

What, what?

You okay little girl?

Hey, what you doing?

You stealing my stuff, stop that.

- Come on, everybody out, let's go, let's go, let's go!

Come on, come on, get out! - Come back here.

- Get back here.

- Go, go, go!

- You rotten brats!

I'll get you!

(chattering)

(ominous music)

- Hey! Stop it!

- What are you gonna do?

Call the cops?

- Oh shut up! Sit down!

So you like to steal huh?

You like to steal?

Pay attention.

I'm about to tell you a story.

About six guys...

and one girl.

That one bad decision led to another.

See life is all about the decisions you make.

Some are made because of money.

Others are made because of material things.

See now, what you just did was a bad decision.

Your whole life can change in 24 hours.

(watch ticking)

- So, how's it feel to be outta uniform there, partner?

- Feels great.

Feel more like a lady.

- Well, you look like a beautiful lady to me.

- I was excited to hear you'd be my first partner.

- Yeah, why's that?

- The whole department has been talking about

all the crimes you've been solving.

I think I can learn a lot from you.

What's your secret?

- My secret is my secret.

Ya know, just let the good times roll.

- Huh?

I guess.

- [Dispatcher] Unit 310, respond to a 459.

Gunshot in Century, CI waiting at the scene.

- [Woman] Go straight.

- [Driver] No problem.

(hip hop music)

♪ I've seen this before ♪

- Let's go, let's go.

♪ Hey yo Skrip show 'em how we put it down ♪

- Show you miniature mother fuckers how to

play this game, huh?

- Hey! - Hey, what's up?

- [Man] What's up ladies?

- What's up, Chino?

What's up man?

- [Man] Doing good, man.

- Sit down man, let me chop it up with you man.

(cheering)

- [Woman] Yeah, hey D.

Woo!

This is how we do it, man.

That's what's up.

- This is for me right here?

- That's for you homie.

(upbeat hip hop music)

♪ Bet you never at my table Monday morning ♪

♪ Yeah it's about teeing time ♪

♪ Must land all the time all around get it ♪

- AD is in the house!

- Yeah!

♪ I'm gonna get get me some ♪

♪ I'm running out of industry ♪

♪ You want some ♪

- Sick beat, bro.

♪ I mean 'cause I'm high ♪

♪ It's crazy ♪

♪ I aint gonna let it phase me ♪

- What's up, man?

(laughing)

- I like it.

♪ I aint one of the fake bees ♪

♪ And now me beating up a bitch gonna play me ♪

- How much you pay to play your music?

Come on, tell me.

- Yo motherfucker, what's up bitch?

♪ Watch this ♪

- You sad?

Yeah? - Yeah.

♪ I got a flow so sick ♪

♪ I'll make your head spin ♪

- Hey!

♪ My gangster's so water ♪

♪ Make your eye cry ♪

- [Oakland] Hey so what's going down?

- Nothing much.

- That's real, so what's your name?

- I'm Tanya, what's yours?

- Oak, they call me big Oakland.

- Oh? - For real, yeah.

- I like that.

- Everything's good, baby.

Everything's good.

That's real.

- I like the rapper, it's good.

- Yo that rapper over there aint shit.

He's a no face on my space.

You aint with Oakland Nate, it's over.

- Oh really?

Rapper aint nobody but a bitch ass nigga.

You're going with a winner.

What you doin' after the party?

♪ Watch me ♪

♪ Watch me ♪

(girls humming)

(laughing)

♪ I let any other motherfucker say the name ♪

♪ Watch me ♪

♪ Other than that ♪

♪ Hearing that ♪

- Let me tell you something, you're beautiful.

- Yep, uh-huh. (laughs)

I'll be right back.

♪ You wanna know where a rock star is ♪

♪ Bitch I'm here and they call me Skrip ♪

Yeah.

♪ Now I'm here to bring it back again ♪

♪ So pay attention ♪

- Motherfucker, we talked about all this last night.

Why you bring this here?

Huh? You crazy?

Are you crazy?

Frankie says he's going to take care of us.

Now just get wrecked and do like I said.

- Alright, Smoke.

But let me tell you something,

if he doesn't pay up,

I'm coming after you motherfucker.

Big tall panda motherfucker.

- Hey yo, check this out.

I picked you an awesome guy.

Frankie, this guy in New York,

this dude is tied to the mob somehow.

He knows how to make money,

that's what it's all about.

Making money, Chino.

How do you think we able to throw these parties?

This shit aint cheap, homie.

It's not.

But the thing is, you know he tied to some

heavy mafioso white boy shit.

And I aint talking about no ghetto money, either.

- Is that right?

- I'm talking about that Wall Street,

that uh,

that Billy Madoff shit, yeah.

- Don't shit me, bro.

♪ Wanna see me 'cause I got one ♪

♪ Them chicks they wanna fuck me 'cause I'm high ♪

♪ It's crazy ♪

♪ I aint gonna let it phase me ♪

♪ I let none them motherfuckers that it made me ♪

- Letty, hey hey.

Hey.

Come on.

(edgy music)

- What the hell? - Shut up!

- Over here.

Just look.

- Fucking asshole.

Get that bitch.

(gasps)

Bitch! (creams)

- Oh get that bitch so hard, Letty.

(grunting)

- Now what, bitch?

(groaning)

What the fuck?

(girl moaning)

- Letty, Letty come on.

That's enough.

- I told you, bitch!

Not to fuck with my man.

Don't you fuck with my man.

- [Serena] Come on, let's go.

Come on, come on.

Let's go, it's not worth it.

- Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny.

Easy, easy, man.

Easy.

Damn, you're bleeding man.

- Oh fuck.

- What were you thinking?

Come on, let's get you cleaned up.

Let's go.

(Johnny groans)

- Oh.

- I just kicked her ass.

- She sure did.

She was like, fucking bitch.

- Are you serious?

- Oh my gosh, yeah.

- You okay?

- Hey,

Come on baby.

Let me hit that.

What are you doing?

Give me some.

Now go on.

It's like this, you gotta think big.

Whoever's got the money is king.

And with money,

shit,

you can do whatever you want homie.

And that's one thing

Frankie knows how to do,

is make that money.

- That sounds good and all,

but you know how my brother Jose is, man.

He's rough.

- Jose is a crude dude, Chino.

And guess what, he's broke.

You gotta get all you can while you can.

And get your Mama up out this hood, homie.

- I don't know, man.

I'll think about it.

- Think about it?

You wanna move ahead in this game,

you need support.

It's tough out here, homie.

We look out for each other.

We get rich together.

- Yeah, that sounds good.

- Think about it.

Think about it, homie.

It's fo'sho'.

- Give the ball to the superstar,

let the superstar score.

- Gimme the ball.

I saw boom ba yay.

I saw you boom ba yay.

- Hey yo, shut the fuck up.

You got stuff to watch man.

- Superstar.

(complaining in Spanish)

Ha! You'd never make it to the NBA shooting like that.

- Hey give me the ball, there he go.

(ominous music)

(ball whooshes)

(metal knife scraping)

(gurgling)

(woman screaming)

- Run! (gunshot bangs)

(gunshots resounding)

(gunshots popping)

(gunshots)

(gun clicks)

(gunshot) (glass shatters)

(distorted music)

(girl crying)

- Letty! Letty, Mami, no!

Get up! Get up!

What happened?

Dave! Somebody call the police.

Oh my God, Letty.

Letty.

Dave!

No! No!

Get away from her you bastard.

Get the fuck away.

- What the fuck?

Jason!

- You fucking idiot!

Fucking another bitch.

- Why you yelling at me?

- Get the fuck away. (speaks Spanish)

- Get the police.

Get an ambulance somebody please.

Mami, Mami get up.

Oh God, oh God.

(heavy breathing)

- Oh, God.

- Damn, girl.

- Oh God.

I can't believe I just did that.

But we need to back up here, Lou.

- We are backup.

Would you relax?

We're both adults, okay?

- God, how could I be so stupid?

- Hey, hey look.

Whatever happened, happened between us alright.

And it's not going anywhere.

I'm not gonna say anything.

Shit happens, it stays in the car, okay?

- Lou I got a question. - Yeah, what?

- You know that informant you've been working with?

- Frankie?

Yeah, what about him?

- His name keeps coming up and I checked up with him

all the way back to New York.

- [Lou] And?

- Well I've been doing some research on informant types

and I've gotta say, Lou,

he just doesn't fit the profile.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

- Yeah, I know what I'm doing.

Look, what I do with my snitches

is none of your fucking business you rookie, bitch.

- Ugh, fine.

- Hey Roed, Rojas, Rookie! - Asshole!

- Fuck!

Goddammit.

Rookie stop!

Hey, stop! Stop!

Listen, alright just listen.

I'm truly sorry about what I called you back there, okay?

I am.

This is an ongoing investigation

that the Chief of Police put me in charge of personally.

The FBI is involved with this, do you understand that?

This is what it takes.

This is the job.

Now I can do this on my own.

If you can't handle this, I need to know.

So what's it gonna be?

- The only thing that I ask is that

you refer to me by my real name.

- Done, let's go partner.

Rookie. - Fuck you.

(Lou chuckles)

- I aint never gonna' forget that.

I heard Chino took that cap,

went hot trigger hunting down those fools

that killed Big Money.

- For real?

He went that crazy?

- Yeah, he's one of us now.

(water running)

(exhales slowly)

(distorted crying)

(gunshots echo)

(wheezing)

Yeah, he's one of us now, us now, us now.

He's one of us now, us now, us now.

(distorted wailing)

What's up, Chino?

(knocking)

Relax, I got something for you.

What you always wanted.

Come on in.

- What's this, dog?

Who's this?

- [Dave] Sit back, bro.

It's all about you.

(Oakland laughing)

You're night.

- [Oakland] Yeah, that's right.

See? Very nice.

That's what you get when you run with Oakland Nate.

- Oh man.

- From me to you.

That's right. (deep chuckles)

That's right. Show the butt to me.

Enjoy that, man.

Welcome to the life.

The Oakland Nate life.

- It's a warm welcome.

- [Oakland] That's why I got the big over here.

- [Chino] What's up?

- [Oakland] Show you need a hustler, baby.

The life.

(Oakland laughs)

♪ Here they come ♪

♪ Here they come ♪

♪ They're on the dancefloor ♪

♪ Shake that ass ♪

♪ Work that ass ♪

♪ Show off ass right up on the dancefloor ♪

- [Oakland] Prettiest stripper in town. (laughs)

Oh yeah, woo!

I can see ya, boy.

♪ Where'd you find that ♪

♪ Sipping on some Hennessy ♪

♪ So fly ♪

♪ I feel so so ♪

♪ So I don't got no memory ♪

(gasps)

- I said I'm done, man.

- [David] Where you going, man?

- Hey that shit that happened today,

that shit aint right.

I have to live with that.

- So then you'll have protection.

- I'm out, man.

I'm out.

- [Oakland] Hey yo, man, what's up with your boy?

- I don't know man, he'll be back.

Hey hey!

- [Oakland] Bitch ass out of here.

- All good, he'll be back.

- [Frankie] What's up Andreas? (laughing)

- What's up, Frankie.

You're late.

(Frankie laughs)

Look good, though.

Give me some love.

- How are you?

How's that wife of yours?

- Hey now don't get me started on that bitch, man.

We aint talking right now.

I'm serious man.

She doesn't clean, she doesn't cook.

Bitch doesn't even fuck me anymore, man.

(Frankie laughs)

Haha, yeah you're laughing.

I'm wondering why can't women be more like our mothers?

I mean without the fucking, you know what I'm saying?

- The every fourth week they

come up with this crazy bullshit.

- Fourth week?

Mine's every two weeks,

what are you complaining about?

- What's that for?

- [Lou] It's my new dick.

- [Frankie] You oughta use it to pop her ass

if she doesn't have dinner ready.

- I should pop your ass.

Where's my coffee, bitch?

- Fuck you. - Fuck you.

Hey, seriously, is it all there?

- Of course it's all there.

- Yeah?

Hey one more thing.

Listen to me carefully, alright?

There was a gang shooting.

A girl got whacked.

I need you to look in on this, you understand?

Be my eyes, man.

Do what you do.

Nice suit.

(high pitched beeping)

Here we go.

- [Dispatch] Detective Lou Andreas, 10-19 area 10-21.

It's your wife, she wants you to call her.

(energetic music)

- Hey girl, mark my words,

Rajon Rondo is the best point guard in the league

if not the world right now.

Hoop! You see the game last night?

- What's in the case, Lou?

- That? That's a Happy Meal with fries, baby.

Get in, we gotta roll.

(engine starts)

- Sometimes you make the right decision.

(child giggles) Stop laughing!

Sometimes you don't.

You gotta be aware of the decisions that you make in life.

You gotta think about the consequences.

(watch ticking)

- Come on, motherfucker.

Come on, motherfucker.

I'll kill you, motherfucker.

I'll kill you, motherfucker.

There you go, you motherfucker.

(gurgling and sputtering)

(coughing)

- Eh, a couple more Moog.

(gasping)

(fists thudding and squishing)

- Hey, watch my boots.

- What do you want from me?

He's a fucking bleeder.

Just keep him still.

- All I'm saying, asshole,

I paid over a thousand dollars for these.

Fuck, that thing is sharp.

(phone ringing)

- [Narrator] Serena was like a lot of girls,

she hooked up with Dave thinking

he'd be her ticket out of the hood.

(phone ringing)

But Dave got in way over his head

when he started working for Frankie again.

(phone ringing)

- Yeah?

- Why I gotta chase you down, Dave?

- Oh, hey Frankie.

Look, I'll get the money.

Can I call you later?

I really need some sleep.

- [Frankie] You told me the same thing last week.

- Look, Frankie.

You know I'm good for it.

- You've got 24 hours, you hear me?

- Frankie, I'll get you the money.

- [Frankie] Don't think I'm playing with you, Dave?

You'll get me my money.

- I just, I need some more time okay?

- [Frankie] You got 24 hours, you hear me?

- 24 hours, Frankie.

- [Frankie] 24 fucking hours.

- Alright, alright.

Got it.

- [Narrator] You see, Frankie's the kind of guy

that you wanna stay away from.

- Clean this blood up before my pool guy comes.

- [Narrator] No matter what.

(surreal melody)

(man singing in Spanish)

- Yo did anybody see my Wu Tang CD?

- Nah, you still listen to that garbage?

- Shut up, are you still listening to Ricky Martin?

- Hey Chino, Carla took your CD player earlier.

- Shut up, no I didn't.

- I told you not to touch my CD player, didn't I?

- I didn't touch anything!

- Enough already!

- So Chino, you get a job yet?

- No, did you?

- I got one, loser.

- Oh yeah, that's right.

Ghetto cop.

Did you catch any grannies lately?

- Yeah but I wanna know about Chino.

So when you gonna get one?

- Don't worry, Jose.

I got some money coming real soon.

- I'm not worried.

It's Mom that's worried.

- I got everything taken care of, okay?

- What? You gonna go back to McDonald's?

Man, who gets fired from McDonald's?

I mean all you gotta do is drop fries in a basket

and boom, there's your paycheck.

- You make it sound like I don't do nothing around here.

Why don't you just worry about yourself?

- 'Cause I don't need to worry about myself.

I know where I'm at, bro.

- Man, don't give me that bullshit,

I'm sick o--

- Chino! Enough!

Already Chino, watch your language.

- Ha yeah, watch your language.

- Sorry Mom, my bad.

(hip hop music)

- Hey ya'll let's see what this guys got, man.

- Alright.

- Alright,

get me some bass on that man.

♪ What it do to your mind ♪

♪ Take a walk with me ♪

- [Narrator] Mike and AD were brothers.

The young one wanted to be the next platinum rapper.

- Alright, kinda feeling that.

- [Narrator] His brother Mike was his manager.

- I like that, haha.

- I like that, too.

- That's just fire, huh?

- [Narrator] And they wanted a record deal real bad.

♪ Saying hey you motherfuckers ♪

♪ Just making me sick ♪

- Go on, get it.

- You gonna sign him or what?

We got a deal?

- [Narrator] They needed a lot of money to make it happen.

♪ It's about time I get mine. ♪

- Alright man, that was pretty hot.

- He was alright, man.

- I mean for being a white boy,

he definitely got some heat, you know what I'm saying?

- No doubt, no doubt.

You alright, man.

You alright, you know what I me?

- So you like it?

- What the fuck you asking me?

Do I like it?

Do I like gotta speak Chinese to you

or something motherfucker?

- Nah, man I was just tryin--

- Yeah you was trying to what motherfucker?

Look man, pay attention.

So you wanna be a rapper.

You wanna be a gangsta rapper, huh?

Bitch, please.

This game's harder than a motherfucker.

But if I have to produce a banana,

then so be it, I'm gonna produce a banana.

- The banana.

- Now you pay attention to this shit right here.

- [Oakland] Hey yo, yo.

Who the fuck's talking to you, dog?

- I was just trying to back you up, O.

- Do I look like I need your motherfuckin help?

- Naw.

- Then sit your ass back before I smack your bitch ass.

- Stupid, man.

- Now look here, man.

This what's goin' down.

I need $25,000 straight up to produce your whole album.

Then I need 90% of all your profits.

That's non-negotiable.

I got all the connections.

I got the hookup with Flavorful Records.

I got hoes for your videos, trust me.

Everything's gonna be hot.

- Oh yeah, I do got one question.

- Question?

Look motherfucker hurry up.

- I think we deserve 50%.

You know what I mean,

I think that would be fair for everybody, right AD?

- Fair?

What the fuck you know about fair?

I'm gonna beat yo ass down, would that be fair to you?

- That sound fair to me.

- He didn't mean nothing by it, man.

He's just trying to help out.

- The fuck you mean help out?

Yo, why am I even negotiating with this motherfucker?

- I'm his manager.

- Look here white boy,

I'm the hottest motherfucking producer around.

Hands down, I'm the shit.

Did I stutter motherfucker?

- No, we appreciate your time a lot.

We really do.

The thing is I'm trying to get

the best deal possible for everybody.

I mean you understand, right?

- Yeah, I understand.

But understand one thing, understand their presence.

That's what I know.

As far as I can see, your boy can rap man.

But I gotta look out for A, number one.

I can't be stocking them damn presence

if your ass is grabbing all up in my motherfucker.

So let me know right now

if you down with Oakland Nate or what.

- We're down, you know that.

Right? - Yeah, yeah.

We're down for sure.

- Oh okay, you down.

Well look, I need 25 G's by next week.

I got motherfuckers whose ready to step

into this studio, man

to get in and spit.

Believe that.

- No problem, we'll have it by next week for sure.

- That's what it is.

Now get ya'll bitches up out of my studio while I work.

- Yo man, that shit aint bonafied.

Brother, that's the worst fucking deal ever.

- So fucking what?

Oakland Nate is the hottest producer and you know it.

This deal is setting my shit straight.

- Your shit, really?

- You know what I mean, man.

Our shit. - Alright.

- Check it, this would at least get our foot in the door.

Oakland'll make that happen.

Get us on the radio and shit.

He got mad love for us.

- At the time things may seem like a good idea,

but then later on you find out

it's only the beginning of your trouble.

- Stupid motherfucking white boys, man.

- Right? - Fuck's wrong with them, dog?

I'm gonna get my dough off of 'em.

- Yo you need to get your paper off them.

- Fuck that, get my paper man.

That's what I do.

- Ah yeah yeah, up tight for real baby.

- Hey yo. - Get your boy.

- Tiger, stay the fuck up outta

my business next time, man.

This is my game, my plan, my show.

Get the motherfucking boards, bitch.

(upbeat tunes)

- [Narrator] Johnny quit selling drugs

and started spinning records.

Then found out the hard way

there wasn't a lot of money in that.

All he ever wanted was to be a DJ.

That was his dream.

(knocking)

- Hey Johnny, what's up?

- What's up?

What are you doing here?

- This is my friend Christian.

So you gonna let us in or what?

So J, you know what we came here for right?

Yo Christian this kid's got the cheapest

fuck in the inner city.

Aint that right J?

- Man I told you I don't fuck with that shit no more.

- Yeah right.

Hey what's this beat kicking, man?

This is some phat shit.

- I don't know, I just got it.

- Why don't you make me a CD?

- 'Cause I just got it and besides I've got shit to do.

- Hey yo Johnny,

I don't mean to change the topic but

you sure you can't get me some pills tonight man?

- [Johnny] Naw man.

- I thought you said he was gonna hook me up?

- Come on J, I know you can score some

and I could use a couple pills myself.

(Johnny laughs)

- Fuck man, look.

Even if I could get you some, what would you need?

- Like a hundred.

- Like a hundred? - Yeah and maybe some coke.

I got mad tweeker friends, yo.

- Aw man seriously, I don't wanna do it.

- Come on dude, just this one time.

- Are you fucking deaf?

I just told you I don't wanna do it.

I'm not selling that shit no more.

- Selling that shit no more.

- Alright look, if you're not gonna hook me up,

I'm outta here.

- But we just got here.

- I know, but I need some shit dude.

I don't have time to sit around

and watch you two lick each other.

- Dennis, so for real I gotta start

rocking this if you want it.

- Yo Johnny, let me know if you change your mind man.

- Yeah sure, alright.

- Alright. - Later kid.

(hiphop music)

- [Narrator] Chino was at a crossroads in his life.

His brother Jose was trying to steer

him in the right direction

because he'd been there before.

Chino had to make the right choice.

He wasn't sure if he was gonna work a nine to five

or be the next Scarface.

- What's going on Diablo?

- What's up homie?

Whatcha been up to?

- Nothing bro.

- Javier been asking about you.

- Yeah so what do I care?

- Tyrone, what's up?

- What's up Jose?

What's the deal with your brother vato?

- Get the fuck outta here. - Why?

- Shut the fuck up and go inside.

- What'd I tell you homie?

- Hey, it's none of your business.

- No my brother's business is my business.

And why don't you cholas get the fuck outta here?

- Cholas?

What you say?

Fuck motherfucker you trying to play us?

- What you to make something of it, ese?

- It's cool, Jose.

One of these days when you need us,

we aint gonna be able to do shit about it.

- You know what, you leave my brother alone, you hear me?

He aint doing shit with you punk ass bitches no more.

- Whatever.

- Let's go. - Let's bounce.

♪ Los Angeles, California ♪

♪ Is where I live ♪

♪ The homies in the hood ♪

♪ Getting active again ♪

♪ Dudes getting drunk off of Seagram's gin ♪

♪ Wake up in the morning ♪

♪ And we do it again ♪

♪ Just 'cause I'm a gangsta ♪

♪ Just 'cause I'm a gangsta ♪

♪ Just 'cause I'm a gangsta ♪

♪ Just 'cause I'm a gangsta ♪

♪ Just 'cause I'm a gangsta ♪

♪ Just 'cause I'm a gangsta ♪

♪ Man you shouldda know by now ♪

♪ I'm just a gangster ♪

- You Kane got that shit, for real.

- Hey yo, dog fuck Kane man.

- What, Big Daddy Kane?

- Yeah man, fuck Kane dog.

We gotta give props to the old school cats, man.

Like Rakim, you know what I mean?

But yo, yo, - You hear me, Tiger?

- Enough of that East Coast shit, though.

What ya'll think about Ice-T man?

- Yo he ai'ight, he ai'ight.

I mean you been in the game 30 years,

that's 30 years in the game.

- Yeah that's a long time.

- [Tiger] 30 years in the bed, that's 30 years in the bed.

- Hey yo, what about the white motherfuckers

that came here last week?

You know them jokers was on something.

- Oh that's right.

- Yeah, you need to do something about that.

- Yeah I need to give them niggas a call, ya'll.

- Yo for real you do need to holla at them.

- See what's up with 'em, man.

See what's up with the make on them boys.

- Them boys mean business, you know what I mean?

- The fuck is our chips at?

- Why don't you just take it back?

It's been nothing but problems.

- Hello?

- Hey yo motherfucker.

What's up man?

- Oh shit, what up Oakland?

- [Oakland] What's going down man?

We producing a banana or what baby?

- We've been real busy.

We need about another week to get the money.

- A week?

Nah, motherfucker, you better have that money in three days.

Hey yo check this out here.

Have my money in three days, bi-atch.

- Hey.

Go ahead and tell 'em.

- Going right there.

Hey dad um, we were wondering if you could

help us out with a little bit of cash?

- Little bit of cash?

What for?

- We need to go in the studio and record my album.

- Mmmmm no, no, no, no, no, no.

You mean all this rippedy rap shit?

- Why you always making fun of what I do?

I'm trying to, I'm trying to go legit.

- He's trying to get us bonafide.

- Bonafide? - Yeah.

- First of all, it's not for you.

This is a black thing.

I just don't understand how you

understand anything about this rippedy rap rippedy rap?

- Dad, we're serious about it.

There's a lot of money in it, too.

Trust us.

- Yeah, this will be out contribution to the house.

- What can I do to make you understand?

I mean I, the way I wanna make you understand

I just wanna grab your head,

I just wanna grab your head and squeeze,

just squeeze that brain of yours

just to get some sense into it, you know?

I just wanna--

- Dad, we're serious.

- Forget it.

Just not gonna do it, hey that's final.

That's fact.

I want you to get an education

and forget about all this rippedy rap shit.

- That's the point of us doing the studio time, though.

That'll be like our jobs.

That'll keep us bonafide, right?

- That's not the point.

- Not for nothing, Dad, what is the point?

Don't you wanna help us out?

- You mean spend all your money on this rap shit?

I mean who listens to that anyway?

(intense music)

- Hey hey, what's up man?

- The fuck you mean what's up?

- What you doing here Frankie?

- I thought I told you to take care of

that gang thing yourself?

I paid you the money.

- Nah man, it wasn't it even like that man.

- You send a couple of kids to do a man's job.

Guess what, that makes you a liability.

- Hey, come on! (gunshot pops)

(intense music)

(crickets chirping)

- What?

Man, aw hell no.

You lying.

They can't even kill a motherfucker right

in the streets no more.

Man I need some real gangsters man.

These gangsta niggas is fake on the streets.

Look, man no.

Hell, no.

I'm going to Miami.

Fuck that, matter of a fact,

I'm going to the Bahamas.

Oakland Nate done turn to Caribbean Nate.

That's who the fuck I'm getting ready to be.

I'm gone from these hoes, this money, these chicks.

I don't want none of that shit no more, man.

I aint lying.

Peace, Bitch.

(dishes clanking)

- So I spoke to Mr. Daniels about the house.

He said that we have to come up with a deposit this week.

- You know what, Dave?

You did the right thing by keeping your mouth shut.

But I'm gonna charge you interest for your bail.

- Interest?

- Did you think you were gonna get off for free, you fuck?

- Yeah but Frankie, it was your coke

that I got caught with, man.

- So what? (man laughing)

- What'd you think?

You didn't have to pay me back?

Maybe you'd rather be sitting in jail right now.

- How much was the bail?

- 20 G's.

You got 24 hours.

You got 24 hours.

(gunshot resounds)

- So?

You think you'll come up with the money this week, babe?

Hmm?

- Yeah, I'll have the money.

- Yeah?

(squeals)

Yay!

Good, because I saw a beautiful sofa at the mall

which I think is gonna look beautiful in our new home.

As a matter of fact, you're gonna hate me

but I put it on layaway. (giggles)

And tomorrow you might even get a bigger surprise.

Isn't this amazing, babe?

How everything is just falling into place?

Huh? I'm so happy.

Aye Papi, what's wrong?

It's like you're not even here.

Come on, this is supposed to be happy times.

Come on, baby.

Forget about business, yeah?

That's why I didn't even tell you that Frankie called.

- What? (Serena screams)

- Oh you (cursing in Spanish)

what the fuck?

Why does it have to be about Frankie

and the boys all the time? - I told you tell me

if Frankie called, did I not tell you that?

Did I not tell you that? - Fuck you!

I am so sick of this shit.

It's the same thing that happened last time

before you went to fucking jail.

Puta, what the fuck!

(door slams)

- I'm sorry, just had to get some of your papers.

- Ah, don't worry about it.

- Well, it looks like your FICA score is way below average.

I mean like 480.

- Is that bad?

- Well it isn't good.

I tried to see if I could get you through to my broker,

but it looks like I'm afraid

your loan application has been declined.

- What do you mean?

It can't be.

- I'm sorry, but with no collateral,

your below average credit rating,

plus several serious delinquent accounts,

I mean the list goes on and on.

I'd love to help you, but my hands are tied unfortunately.

- I gotta get this loan.

I mean, I'm trying to get this house.

And there's gotta be a way.

Can you check again?

I'm sure that you can make this go through.

- No way with your credit score.

- I'm sure there's a way you can make this go through.

Can you check again?

- I'm sorry, no collateral is just not gonna cut it.

Why don't you take one of my pens?

It has my info on it.

Your credit score regenerates every seven years,

so who knows?

Give it some time, and then come back.

(paper rustling)

(distorted screaming)

- You fucking idiot!

- Why you yelling at me?

- Get the fuck away.

Get the police, oh my god.

Get an ambulance.

Somebody please, somebody.

(papers rustling)

♪ Come on shake shake ♪

♪ Don't stop. ♪

- You Chino,

why the fuck did you tell Serena

that Frankie goes around killing people?

- What do you mean, bro?

I never said shit.

- She's all fucking worried

because I'm $20 grand in the hole with him.

I mean what the fuck, Chino?

Can't you keep your mouth shut?

- 20 G's?

I thought it was five?

- [Dave] Yeah well he fronted me the cash on my last bail.

- Damn, bro, 20 G's.

- Yeah, so?

- Kudo Curro's got whacked for owing 8 G's.

- [Dave] For real? Why?

- Borrowed some money to set up his studio.

- And?

- He didn't pay up and Frankie took care of him.

- I mean how the fuck are we gonna do this

if everybody's high?

I'm telling you right now,

this money's gonna set me straight, okay?

If both Jimmy Blue and Sammy are out,

we need two more guys.

Any ideas for a driver?

- My cousin could help.

- Yeah right, that guy can't drive.

He almost got us killed last time.

- What are you talking about?

He can drive and he's reliable.

- No fucking way, Johnny.

He's always late and there's no way

I'm doing this with your drunk ass cousin.

Anybody else?

- I can ask my little brother.

- He's 14, retard. - So what?

- We need a guy who can hold a gun,

not a fucking kid on a skateboard.

- What about a scooter?

- If you're not gonna take this serious,

I'll get somebody else.

So who do we have?

- You know what, I'll ask my brother.

- No I swear, it's true.

- Get outta here. - Yo, would I lie to you?

- You lie all the time.

- I'm telling you, they brought in crack on purpose.

- Why would they do that?

- I don't know, what are you asking me for?

Because they're a bunch of racists, that's why.

- The CIA is racist? - Yeah.

- Dude, you're fucking crazy, seriously.

- Hey believe what you wanna believe,

but that's what Michigan Mike told me

and that dude is bonafide, you know that.

- Don't believe everything you hear.

Here he is, what's up big dog?

- What's up dog? - What's up bro?

- What's up? - Did you ask him?

- Shit, I thought you'd tell him.

- Ask me what?

- Alright, we need money right?

- Yeah.

- You want me to get that deal, right?

- Yeah.

- We think we found a way to get enough

so we don't need to get that loan.

- Mike, we gotta a plan to hit this bank next week.

- A bank?

You're gonna try to rob a bank?

Really? - Man, keep it down.

- Shut the fuck up, man.

- Shh, it's cool.

We got it all figured out.

It's a no brainer, the whole quick in-and-out.

This will help us.

This will be enough so we don't

have to worry about shit no more,

and we can get that deal.

You know what I'm saying?

- Man, I don't know.

- Look Mike, it's all good.

We got this shit covered.

It's a small bank. - Real small.

- Maybe like one security guard.

- Maybe two.

- 10 minutes max and we're out.

- Five minutes and we out.

- For real. - For real.

- Man, I don't know.

- Mike, this is the only way and you know it.

- Look Mike, we need two more guys man.

So if you're not into it, we'll get somebody else.

It's all good, I mean I want you

to be comfortable, you know? - You gotta be comfortable.

♪ It's just another day ♪

♪ On the way to the top ♪

♪ And if you feel the same ♪

♪ Just never stop ♪

- Like oh my god!

Then I think I got goose pimples.

- You mean goosebumps?

- No, goose pimples.

- I think you mean goosebumps.

- Whatever, who cares?

Oh Yellow!

Have you met Yellow?

This is Yellow.

I mean like he promotes here and he's good people.

- Right, and you're Yellow the promoter.

- Hey. - I'm Johnny.

You ever heard of me?

DJ JJ?

I DJ you know.

Maybe you hook me up with one of your parties?

- One of my parties? - Yeah.

- Yeah yeah sure.

On the strength I'll get you down on my next one.

- Oh shit!

For real, that'd be fucking awesome man.

- No worries, you're good people Johnny.

- Oh, good peeps. - You can count on me.

You can count on me.

- See what I'm saying?

Good peoples!

- Man where's this fucking guy Kiwi at?

- I hope that aint him.

- Oh yeah that's him.

Ki, what's up?

- [Narrator] Now here was a kid who was really unique.

- Gorgeous, how are you?

- [Narrator] A little different, maybe.

But they needed a driver who was crazy enough

to go along with the plan.

- Who are these boys you brought?

- Oh this is Dave, Chino.

- What's going on, man?

Hey hey, no offense bro.

I don't go that way.

- Alright man, can we just go somewhere and talk?

♪ Yeah boy. ♪

♪ Hey. ♪

♪ Yo hey hey hey ♪

♪ It's going down ♪

♪ And all of ya'll know it ♪

♪ From the streets to the pit ♪

♪ We've got em holdin ♪

♪ When you look up ♪

♪ Your boy stays ballin' ♪

♪ But you'd better look down ♪

♪ 'Cause that's where we's goin ♪

♪ It's going down ♪

♪ 'Cause that's where it's goin ♪

♪ Yup Yup ♪

♪ 'Cause that's where it's goin' ♪

♪ It's goin' down ♪

♪ Yup Yup ♪

♪ 'Cause that's where it's goin' ♪

♪ It's goin' down ♪

♪ Get down ♪

♪ I'm on top, I'm on one, I'm on git ♪

- Check out Johnny over there.

Hey yo, J!

Johnny! Over here!

- Holy shit.

Hey, I'll see you later.

- Yo J, what the fuck you doing here?

Picking up on cute guys or what?

- Look who's talking.

I see you got your little girlfriend over here.

- Yo, Johnny.

What the fuck were you doing over there with those kids?

- I just scored us some mad DJ gig, though.

For real my man over here is gonna hook me up--

- So Kiwi, did Mike give you the run down?

- [Kiwi] All you want me to do is drive, right?

- [Dave] Basically.

- Honey, what do you mean basically?

- It means you might have to come in if something happens.

- What do you mean if something might happen?

- Yo Ki, keep your voice down man, relax.

Nothing's gonna happen.

Right, Dave?

- Yeah this is gonna be smooth as a baby's butt.

- How much money are we talking here?

- We're talking about a mil.

- A million?

That's hot.

(Spanish rap music)

- Yo Dave, I figured out what I'm gonna do with my money.

I'm gonna open up my own fucking strip club, bro.

I'm serious.

This way I figure I get laid all the time,

you know what I'm saying?

- The fuck is wrong with you, Chino?

- No, for reals.

It's gonna be smooth as a baby's butt, you watch.

- All I fucking know,

is I'm gonna pay Frankie off with this money,

get out of his office,

and then never see that guy ever again.

- Good luck with that, big boy.

What the fuck?

♪ Powder blue skies ♪

♪ With an ocean breeze ♪

♪ Break out my life ♪

♪ Now your life is free ♪

♪ You're sitting on friends ♪

♪ When you're rolling with me ♪

♪ Hypnotism that what they gonna be ♪

- Hey Yellow.

- Dude what's up?

- Hey you get those fliers yet?

- What fliers?

- For the party next Saturday.

- Oh yeah yeah, next Saturday party right.

They're right over there,

the ones with the naked chick.

♪ Big dollars in your ear ♪

♪ Big timer over there ♪

♪ No good tonic over there ♪

♪ Good topic over there ♪

♪ Every storm ♪

- Hey you didn't get my name on it.

- Your name?

- Yeah, I'm playing right?

- Yeah who are you again?

- Johnny, DJ JJ.

You remember me, right?

- Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you we got someone else.

This kid is insane, dude.

Did you ever hear of Mad Monster from Chicago?

He's good people, I'm telling you this kid is off the hook.

- I thought I was playing--

- Yeah Kid, but you know how it goes, right?

Shit happens, you know what I'm saying?

Don't worry, though.

I'll get you on my next one for sure.

I'll even put you in the reused guest list,

that's like half off.

Seriously, don't say I'm not trying to look out for you.

(keys clacking on keyboard)

(knocking)

- Lou?

- Hey, do not lose my fucking cash okay?

- Of course.

- Guard it with your fucking life, you understand me?

- I mean come on, why do you keep asking me that?

You're my brother-in-law for Christ sake.

You know it's like we've been doing this for years.

Don't be so paranoid.

Look, I see your fucking ass ever holiday.

We play racquetball together.

And you come in here and you insult me.

You know I got your back, right?

Don't worry.

(dramatic music)

- Some of us learn from our mistakes,

and everything's okay.

But others don't,

and you better pray to God that you get a second chance.

(watch ticking)

(knocking)

- Yo, M&M, you gonna get that?

- [Mn On TV] Man that's gotta be right.

Man I'm telling you they never went, trust me.

I saw this whole thing about it the other night.

- What's up banana?

- [Man On TV] I don't why we'd see all the shadows?

How do you explain the shadows getting longer and shorter?

(knocking)

- Hey bitch.

- [Man On TV] That's proof right there.

- Now that the girls are here.

(laughing)

- Now remember,

this is our chance to do something big for ourselves.

To get out from underneath

and make something of our lives.

You got it?

Step back and get your ass against the wall.

Keep your fucking mouth shut and give me all the money.

Are you fucking deaf?

Just give me the fucking money

or I'll blow your fucking head off!

- Get your ass on the floor, fuck face.

Don't even think about reaching for that piece.

- Everybody get your asses over here.

Nobody even think about pushing any buttons.

- Yo J, get your ass over here and grab this gun.

- Please, please don't kill me, Sir.

- Shut the fuck up! - Please!

- Okay, what's going on here?

- [Teller] Gary, these guys are robbing the bank.

- Okay, well whatever it is they want,

give it to them.

- Well hurry your sorry asses up,

I don't have all fucking day to wait.

- Okay, (snaps) let's get these boys some money.

(ominous music)

- What the fuck is that? - What do you mean?

- Where is the rest of it? - That's all I have.

- What the fuck is this?

This is kid change.

Where's the real money?

- That's all we have.

- You gotta be joking me.

Go open the fucking safe before I shove

your cookies up your ass!

- The safe?

Uh, we don't really have a safe.

This is a credit union.

- What? A credit union?

What's the fucking difference?

- Well a credit union is designed

to service the local residents.

- You don't have a safe?

What kind of operation are you running here?

- I'm telling you, it's really small.

I doubt if there's anything even in there.

- I don't give a shit.

Take us there, now!

- Okay, alright.

Come with me, I'll see what I can do.

- Yo J, watch this fuck.

- Please, don't kill me, Sir.

Please.

- Don't worry, just do as they say

and everything will be cool. - Okay.

(rap music)

♪ Ya'll can't stop me ♪

♪ Ya'll can't touch me ♪

♪ Ya'll aint feeling my nail ♪

♪ I'll crush ♪

- Holy shit.

- What the fuck is this?

Where's all your money?

I'll fucking kill you.

- Hey yo, D what's up man?

What's taking so long?

- There's nothing here.

- You gotta be shitting me!

That aint bonafide, dog.

What do we do?

- [Kiwi] Turn this mother fucker out.

I'm a turn this fucker.

- Ma'am, can you turn down your music?

- Sure, Officer.

- You realize this is a no stopping zone?

- Oh I am so sorry, Sir.

I had no idea.

I'll just be a minute.

- I can't let you park here.

You have to move your vehicle.

There's parking in the back of the bank.

- I just need another minute.

- Now if you're not gonna comply,

I'm going to have to give you a ticket

and have your vehicle towed.

- Okay, okay I'll move it.

Just don't give me such a hard time about it.

I'm really hungry and I'm getting cranky.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, help!

- [Group] Help! Help!

- Shut the fuck up! (woman screaming)

- Are you deaf, I said shut the fuck up!

- Shut the fuck up!

Didn't I tell you to keep your fucking mouth shut?

- You D, we've gotta get the fuck outta here.

- Yo I'm not going out the fucking front.

- Seriously, let's take the back door.

- Yo, where's the back entrance?

- Just through the back.

You'll see the door.

- Call fucking Kiwi and tell him to meet us out back.

- [David] Hey wait a second,

give me that case, hurry up.

(wheels crash against carpet bar)

- Fuck!

He's not here.

- We need to get the fuck out of here.

- No shit, retard.

- Fuck, okay.

Me and Chino are gonna stay here and wait.

You guys look for Kiwi and AD.

Whoever finds him first we'll meet,

right behind that wall,

no more than 10 minutes max.

- [Dispatch] All units, all units 211 in progress.

First Utility Bank.

Respond code three.

(Lou yells)

- I was just fucking there! - What's going on?

- Fuck!

Stupid fuck!

- Are you crazy?

Jesus Christ, Lou!

Watch the road, you're gonna get me killed!

Slow down!

- Where the fuck are they?

- I don't know, maybe Kiwi picked them up and left.

- Man I don't have time for this fucking shit.

We can't sit here all fucking day.

- Fuck that lady scream for no reason?

Should've shot that bitch.

- Damn there we go.

Thank god.

Why don't you answer your phone, man?

I tried calling you.

- Get this shit, get this shit dog.

- Fuck me.

I fucking can't believe this shit.

- Yo let's go fucker.

- What happened?

What happened?

- I don't have time to give details right now.

Let's just say shit aint looking so good.

- Well where are the other bitches?

- Well what do you wanna do?

- We need to do something, fast.

- You wanna run?

(breathing heavily)

(latches clicking)

(sighs)

(surreal melody)

(inhales deeply)

- What can I get you boys?

- Can we have a minute please?

- So what's the score, Dave?

- I don't know, Johnny.

I've got cash stuffed in my fucking pants.

- How much?

- I don't fucking know, man.

Chill out.

- Yo Mike, what'd you get?

- I don't know, I just took what they fucking gave me.

What'd you get from the safe?

- Let's see, well I got three passports

in case we need to flee the fucking country.

- So what's in the envelope?

- Lots of stamps.

- Hey you know my dad told me once,

stamps can be worth a lot of money.

Open that shit up.

- Okay let's see here.

I've got Elvis Presley when he was 25 and skinny.

What are you fucking thinking?

That one of the fucking King is gonna make us rich?

- What else you get?

- What is it?

- It's a fucking war medal.

- You telling me we went through all this shit

for a fucking medal?

- Fuck me. - I knew I shoulda gone DJing.

So what'd I get out of this?

- Yo yo hold one, chill out.

Before we divide anything up,

let's just count the shit.

Mike, give me all you got.

- So what do you got bro?

- I don't know about $1,400.

- Fuck me. - What?

I can't even get a lap dance with that.

How am I gonna open up my own strip club?

- Come on, Dave, what do you got?

- I got about $3,600.

- How am I supposed to pay my rent?

- I can't fucking believe this shit.

- Seriously I knew it.

I shouldn't have gotten involved.

- There's gotta be a better way to do this.

I got studio time with Oakland Nate all this week.

- Yeah, seriously.

- [Man] I haven't seen any of those guys

since they checked in four days ago.

- How many people did you see go in the room?

- I don't know, I have no clue.

- You didn't see them go in?

- Nope, just one guy registered

and went in there.

A neighbor complained of some strange noise last night, so--

- You know what they were hearing?

- What kind of noise?

- I don't know what's going on in there.

Strange noise.

- Alright well what were they wearing?

- Pink. - Pink?

- Yeah I saw a lot of pink.

Right here, room three.

- You know anything about a pink car?

- No, I haven't seen a car.

No pink car.

(knocking)

- Open up, Sheriff's Department.

- [Kiwi] I'm not interested.

- Open up! We have a warrant for your arrest.

Open the door now.

- [Kiwi] I'm busy!

- Ma'am, we've got a warrant for your arrest.

Open the door now.

- I have keys. - Go away!

- Alright, come on.

Take it easy, Anderson. - Go away!

- It's all yours.

- Guys do not just come in here!

This is my room!

- [Older Deputy] Alright freeze!

Get down on your knees and put

your hands behind your head.

- [Younger Deputy] Hands behind your back.

Face down.

- [Older Deputy] Hands behind your back.

- Kiwi, huh?

Named after a fruit. (chuckles)

How appropriate.

'Cause I can't tell if you're a girl or a boy.

So you know, you're gonna tell me everything I wanna know.

You understand what I'm saying?

- I'm gonna tell you that I have rights.

- [Lou] You're right, that's fine.

Citizens have rights.

No no, you're right.

Let me just take a breather here

'cause you're right about that.

(grunts)

(Kiwi crying) Man that felt good!

(Kiwi moaning)

That's my good cop impersonation.

You don't wanna see my bad, do ya?

- I can't see shit.

- Oh did I hit you a little hard?

- You just hit me in the fucking face!

- Aw, boo fucking hoo.

Now listen, who fucking talked you into this shit?

Because you're the fastest talker in the entire gang.

Who?

- Nobody.

Nobody, nobody talked me into anything.

- Nobody talked you into anything, huh?

- No. - I warned you.

Bad cop starts now.

You understand that?

Now where's the fucking money?

- Oh my God.

- You think I'm playing with you?

What's it gonna be?

Where's the fucking money?

- Okay I'll deal, I'll deal.

I'll cooperate, I'll deal.

(Kiwi crying)

- [Lou] Attaboy, or girl.

- Shut up!

Sit still.

I'm talking to you.

Some people are just hard headed, hard headed!

They go through life making one bad decision after another.

(watch ticking)

- Come on Frankie.

Frankie!

Frankie, it's Andreas man, what's up?

- [Frankie] Is everything good?

- Yeah no, not good man.

Not good!

Some bad shit just went down.

- [Frankie] Bad shit?

What do you mean?

- Yeah you know the money you gave me man?

- Yeah? - It's fucking lifted, man.

I don't know by who, but I wanna know.

I wanna know now. - Okay, calm down.

- I need you to get names. - Take it easy.

- I think my brother-in-law's involved, man.

- [Frankie] If you'd just let me talk,

I can figure this out. - I don't care how you do it.

Just fucking do it, man.

Do what you do. - Have you forgot?

That's what I pay you for.

- What are you asking me questions for, man?

Just fucking get it done.

- Andreas what the hell do you think you're doing?

- Who do you think you are walking in here?

Chief of Police?

Talking to me like that.

- You'd better tell me right now what the hell is going on!

- What do you wanna know?

What's going on?

Who was on the phone?

- 'Sup AD?

- Hello Frankie.

- You don't know if you wanna be a TV star or a rapper.

- What you mean, man?

- Looks like that rap career is about to take off for you

now that you've got all that money.

- You talking about the bank thing?

We only got like four grand.

- No, you got a half a million.

The only problem is it belongs to someone

a lot more powerful than me.

- Half a million?

Nah, man.

Wait a minute, aint nobody see what Dave

had in his fucking bag. (Frankie laughs)

Man that punk ass bitch.

I catch his ass, he's gonna get his ass beat.

- No no, you stay out of this.

I'll handle it.

You have a good day now, alright?

I'll see you around.

- Well I need to ask a favor before you go.

- What?

- I need to borrow $50 bucks till Monday.

- What are you crazy?

Go get a job.

- Come on, man.

I'm serious.

- So am I, dick.

- Thanks bro, good looking out.

- Yeah, don't trip.

Hey turn that shit up.

- Do it yourself.

- Shit.

- Armed with guns robbed a local bank

and police are still searching for the suspects.

- Hey yo Chino, that look like your man Dave.

- Was taken earlier this morning.

If you have any information... - The fuck, that's you!

- What do you mean it's me?

- Yo Chino, that's you.

- No it aint.

- You think I don't recognize my own brother?

- Jose, you're crazy.

Turn it off.

- Chino, what's wrong with you?

You robbed a fucking bank?

- Yo Jose, stop saying that.

- Man I should call the cops on your ass right now.

- Go ahead and see if I give a shit.

- Alright you fuck.

- Come on call the pigs you loser.

- What do you think I'm doing?

Hey what are you doing, man?

- Don't fucking do that.

- Why not?

You told me it wasn't you.

- Just shut up and listen, fool.

- So what's the story?

Dave got you involved with a fucking robbery?

- It aint like that.

- Well why don't you tell me then?

Give it to me, fool.

- Get the fuck away from me.

- Give it to me before I kick your ass!

You can't beat me, fuck.

Who you call the fucking fool now?

- No way! (Mother yelling in Spanish)

Why don't you tell him?

- Both of you!

- You know what, this is not the end of this, Chino.

You know that right?

♪ It's just another day ♪

♪ On the way to the top ♪

♪ And if you feel the same ♪

♪ Just never stop ♪

♪ We'll probably live it up ♪

♪ Live it up ♪

- Hey yo, I need a favor from you man.

- What's up?

- Where's your man Christian at?

- You want Christian?

- You got his number?

- Yeah, I got his number, it's a--

- He still needs a lot of shit, right?

- What are you guys doing?

Don't you wanna get high?

Come on.

- I gotta get that number, Dennis.

- Come on man, get high with us.

- Naw man, I gotta get with your man Christian.

Can you just get the number so I can bounce?

- Why don't I just call him for you?

- Alright.

- Hey what's up, J?

You got the stuff?

- Yeah. - Can I see it?

- Here. - Sweet.

- Now where's the fucking money?

- Relax, Dude.

You wanna count it?

- Nah, it's cool.

I gotta go. - Alright.

- I know where to find you.

- [Christian] Later bro.

- Lates.

- Hey, how you doing Pal?

- What's up?

- Do me a favor and step over to the side here.

- Why? - You're under arrest.

- For what?

- Selling and distributing illegal substances.

Please get up against the wall and spread your legs.

- Hey man, what's going on here?

- Shut the fuck up.

- Is this a fucking robbery?

Look, if this is a fucking robbery

I'll tell you everything, just let me go.

- You have the right to remain silent.

- Did you go to the Escapade

the other night or what, holmes?

- Yeah, that fucking place was fucking filled

with fucking weird holmes.

- Yeah. My bad, dog.

- You're damn right.

- Look who's here.

- I knew I'd find you here.

- What's up? - Did you get the job?

- No, Jose, I'll get one tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?

Are you out of your fucking mind?

- No. - You don't learn, do you?

I tell you to get a fucking job

and you just don't give a shit.

- What are you talking about?

- What are you doing here playing poker then?

- I'm trying to win some money from this homo.

- You aint winning shit, faggot.

- You know what, you asked for this Chino.

- Asked for what?

- Man I told you what would happen if you didn't get a job!

- What are you gonna do, Jose?

I told you I will get a job tomorrow.

- You know what I'm gonna do motherfucker.

- Don't even think about it.

Yo, Jose, don't do this bro.

- [Poker Player] Jose what the fuck?

Homies are playing cards here.

- Hello, 911?

- Get the fuck out of here.

- [Manager] Yeah this is the manager over at--

- Yo Jose, stop!

Don't even think about it.

Yo, Jose, don't do this bro.

- Let go of my fucking arm.

- What the fuck's going on, man?

- Yo AD, check this my own fucking brother

wants to turn me in to the pigs.

Can you believe that shit? - What?

Is that true, Jose?

- Yo AD, do me a big favor.

Mind your own business.

- I'm just asking, 'cause that's fucked up.

Give him another chance, man.

I'm sure he'll be good.

- No, I gave him nothing but chances and I'm sick of it.

Now let go of my arm, Chino, before I hurt you.

- No Jose, don't do it.

I'm warning you.

- Get the fuck out of here.

- Come back, Jose.

I'm telling you, don't fuck with me.

- [AD] Yo is he serious about calling the fucking cops?

- Yeah, can you believe this fuck?

- What the fuck are you gonna do about it?

- I'm gonna stop him. - How?

- Watch this.

Yo Jose, stop.

(Spanish rap music)

- What have you lost it, bro?

What are you doing with a gun, fool?

- I gotta do what I gotta do.

- What are you talking about?

- Yeah, Chino, what are you talking about?

- I told you I will get a fucking job and that's that.

- No it isn't.

I gave you too many fucking chances and you blew it.

Now that's it.

I'm going to the cops.

- No fucking way, bro.

- Yeah I am.

See you both.

- Yo Jose, don't make me shoot you.

- Man later, holmes.

- What the fuck are you doing, Chino?

- Shut up, AD.

This is between me and my brother.

For the last time, Jose, I'm warning you.

I'm warning you! - Yo don't do that.

What the fuck are you doing, Chino?

(gunshots pop)

What the fuck, Chino?

Are you nuts?

Let's get the fuck out of here now.

- I told him, I fucking warned him.

I told him.

- Let's get the fuck out of here now.

Get the fuck out of here.

I'm fucking leaving, dude.

- Now what?

What are you gonna crawl to the cops now?

(sirens wailing)

I told you not to fuck with me, didn't I?

(sirens blaring)

(Spanish rap music)

(distorted orders yelled)

(gunshots resounding)

(glass shattering)

(gunshots popping)

(distorted speaking)

(gunshots and breaking glass)

- What you gonna do?

What kind of decisions are you gonna make in life?

It's the difference between making a right

when you maybe should've made a left.

(child laughing)

What are you laughing at you little punk snatcher?

Life is about making the right decision.

(heavy breathing)

(dogs barking)

- Mike! - Yo.

- Mike!

Let's get the fuck out here.

Fucking Chino just shot his brother.

- Are you fucking kidding me?

What happened?

- I don't fucking know.

Don't ask me.

The fucking kid went nuts.

I'm leaving.

- Where you going?

- You were right, this shit aint worth it.

- I told you.

- Let's go, get your shit.

And let's get the fuck out of here.

- Where?

- Man I don't fucking care, just come on.

♪ Fucking bring a team ♪

♪ We swore whatever ♪

♪ Think ya'll got me the future ♪

♪ Somebody that gives a fuck ♪

- [Officers] Get down! Stop!

(overlapping orders)

- What's the surprise, huh?

- I am not telling you, not yet.

(motorcycle revving)

Did you see that guy?

He just flipped me off.

What?

What are you?

Dave, it's not worth it.

Dave, stop! - Come on!

- Babe! - The hell is your problem?

Be careful, watch it!

Dave stop, get in the car!

Dave, hurry up! - Holy shit.

- Dude that was crazy. (panting)

- What the fuck?

- He's got a gun, Dave!

- [Dave] Shit!

(glass shattering)

- Damnit! - Oh my God!

(tires squealing)

(dramatic music)

He's messing with us, why?

Who is this guy? - I have no idea!

(tires squeal)

(motors rumbling)

- Oh my god, okay.

- What are you doing? (Serena screams)

- I'm calling the cops.

- No don't call the cops!

- Why not?

What'd you do?

Oh you did something stupid, didn't you?

- I didn't do anything!

- Fuck!

You did something stupid, Dave.

- I did nothing! - I know you.

(tires squealing)

Hurry up!

- I'm going as fast as I can.

- Go!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go! - I'm going!

(motor whirs)

- Wait I can't see him.

- Dammit! - Oh my god, watch it!

(tires screeching)

- Come on, come on, come on.

Piece of shit truck!

Not now, come on! Dammit!

This guy's a nut job.

(ominous music)

- Who is he?

- I don't know. - He's coming.

(engine stalling)

- Dammit. - What?

- Goddammit! - What?

- Dammit! - What happened?

- The engine died.

- [Serena] Try to turn the car on.

- [Dave] What do you think I'm doing?

- He's coming, Dave. - I'm trying!

Come on start!

Start! Start! (man laughs)

- Hurry up! For real.

(engine turns over)

Run him over!

Run the fucker over!

(tires shriek)

(gunshots popping)

(engine roars)

(motor revving)

(tires screech)

- Let's go, go!

Get in, hurry up!

Get in, get in.

(gasping)

- Oh my god.

Oh,

Oh my god.

(motor growling)

Oh shit!

You better start explaining.

Now!

(latches clink)

(dramatic music)

Oh shit.

- I sort of robbed a bank, baby.

- How do you sort of rob a bank, baby?

Huh?

Tell me you either did it or you didn't.

- Well, I did.

- Oh my god.

That's why they're trying to kill us.

That's why.

I mean banks don't send shooters to find their money.

Whose money is that?

- I don't know.

Okay, I told you.

I robbed a bank, that's all I know.

- What are you thinking?

What are you thinking?

(Serena crying)

Oh baby.

You know, you know Papi,

that surprise I had for you?

I'm pregnant!

Okay, thank you for making this the best

and the worst day of my life.

Oh my god! (sobs)

Oh goddammit, goddammit.

I'm pregnant with your baby.

You have me living in Frankie's office on a sofa

and now you rob a bank.

No, babe. - Look, look, look.

Listen to me, listen to me.

There's enough money in that case

for us to run away and really disappear, okay?

Hey, we can still be a family, okay?

But we don't have much time. (Serena crying)

- Do the other guys know about the money?

Huh?

- No they don't.

They wouldn't understand.

To them it's just a bunch of money.

- They've been calling.

They've been calling all day asking what was in that bag?

What's in that bag?

I had no idea what was in that bag.

They said, Frankie's pissed.

Frankie's pissed.

And I'm so done with this, babe.

I'm so done.

You gotta think about something, please.

You have to make a plan.

It's not just about you and your idiot boys.

It's about my life.

It's about your baby's life.

It's about us now, okay?

Please, I'm gonna stick with you.

I'm gonna trust you to the end,

but you have to make the right decision.

You have to, baby.

Please this time it really matters.

- Okay, okay. - Aye Papi.

- I love you so much.

I'm gonna take care of you. - I love you, too.

- I'm gonna take care of you, baby.

It's okay. - I love you.

(crashing)

(Serena screams)

- How come you didn't call me

when you got the money from the bank?

And how the fuck did you find out

that cop kept it there?

- Cop? What cop?

What are you talking about, man?

I got lucky, I guess.

- You're fucking lying.

And guess what?

Your luck just ran out.

- Frankie, please, can't we just work this out, Frankie?

- Shut your mouth and sit down!

As a matter of fact,

tie her ass up and tape her mouth shut,

because we're throwing this bitch in the trash

when we're done here.

- You got it, Frankie.

- Where's the fucking money?

(Serena screams)

- [Henchman] Watch her!

(gunshot)

(shotgun pumping)

(Frankie laughing)

- Heh heh, shut up!

I should've done this a long time ago, Frankie.

- Take it easy.

All you gotta do is give me the money.

I walk outta here and we're good.

- We both know it's not gonna happen that way, Frankie.

I got as much of a chance of getting

away with the money as I do without.

So you know what?

I'm gonna take my chance.

- You're gonna regret this.

- [Dave] No, you're gonna regret this.

So just get on your knees, okay?

And shut up.

- Get on your knees, bitch!

- You heard the lady, get on tour knees you punk ass bitch.

So this is what I need you to do.

(car engine humming)

(suspenseful music)

(Car door shuts)

- Where's Frankie?

We need to see him. - Not here, back up.

(gunshot)

- [Rojas] (gasps) No!

You've gotta be kidding me.

- You shot me? (gunshot)

- Drop the gun. - Lou?

- Drop the gun!

(gun clattering to the ground) Good girl.

Shut your mouth and get inside.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Just get in there!

- And beg like the bitch that you are.

I'm sick of you!

- [Frankie] Fuck you.

- Shut up!

- [Rojas] What the fuck are you doing?

(gasps)

(shotgun blasts)

(shells dropping)

Hold it, police!

- This is the police.

Everybody put your guns down.

You don't want anyone to get hurt here.

- [Serena] Thank god you're here.

- [Frankie] It's about time you showed up, Andreas.

- Hey Frankie, you got my money yet?

- I was just about to find that out.

I got things under control.

Now let me do what I do.

- Control?

Yeah that's what it looked like when we busted in here.

- Haha.

- Haha, yeah, well let me do what I do.

(gunshot)

(Frankie gasps)

- What do they mean your money, Lou?

(gunshot)

Oh!

- Fuck.

- Bitch asked too many questions.

How you been, Dave?

You got my money?

- What money, man?

What are you talking about?

- You know, you stole a briefcase

with lots of money in it?

Mine.

- [Serena] Oh my god.

- Where is it? Now!

- It's under the couch.

Baby, just give him the money.

- [Lou] Good boy, attaboy.

- Here's the money.

Here's the money.

Don't kill us, okay?

I'm pregnant, we just wanna start over.

Okay?

Just take the money?

- Is it all there?

- All of it. - Yes.

It's all there.

It's all there.

Lou?

You're a cop?

- Yeah, for some time now.

And I heard you did a few years back when, huh?

- Oh wait, Lou it's you?

Lou please let us go.

Please? Just take the money?

(sirens wailing) Just let us go.

- Get the fuck out of here.

You get a solid.

Get the fuck out of there.

Get out of here.

(sirens blaring)

You messed up, Frankie.

Boy did you mess up.

(sirens wailing)

- You better get it together.

You better realize what you're doing.

'Cause everything's a cause and effect.

One thing effects the other! (magical melody)

So you gotta think before you act.

Life is about decisions.

Dave and Serena?

They made the right choice.

Now what you gonna do?

I think you know.

Now go ahead, get out of here.

(magical melody)

(man laughing)

- What's up boys?

Young lady?

When you wanna make some money,

give me a call.

- Hey Dave, I thought Frankie was dead?

- Yeah, me too.

- Right, Lou?

- Weren't you guys listening?

There's always a Frankie around.

Come on, let's go.

(ominous tones)

(change jangling)

(sorrowful tune)

♪ All kinds of people ♪

♪ People ♪

♪ Oh boy ♪

♪ All kinds of people ♪

♪ Can you trust them ♪

♪ I say no ♪

♪ That was ♪

♪ Before I met you ♪

♪ You gave me hope ♪

♪ To believe in me ♪

♪ All mankind ♪

♪ I say no ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ I used to say no-no ♪

♪ No no no no ♪

♪ You must have hope ♪

♪ No no no no ♪

♪ No no no no ♪

♪ The old man tell me ♪

♪ No no no no ♪

♪ No no no no ♪

♪ Find the light ♪

♪ No no no no ♪

♪ No no no no ♪

- [Serena] Oh no, Frankie.

♪ All ♪

♪ All kinds of people ♪

♪ All kinds of people ♪

♪ Serena ♪

♪ All kinds of people ♪

♪ Dave ♪

♪ All kinds of people ♪

♪ Chino ♪

♪ All kinds of people ♪

♪ Mike ♪

♪ All kinds of people ♪

♪ Frankie ♪

♪ All kinds of people ♪

♪ Johnny ♪

♪ All kinds of people ♪

♪ AD ♪

♪ All kinds of people ♪

♪ When it's up ♪

♪ Stop this intercoms gotta roll ♪

♪ Gotta roll, gotta roll ♪

♪ Stop this intercoms gotta roll ♪

♪ Gotta roll ♪

♪ Gotta roll ♪

♪ Gotta roll ♪

♪ I'm serious, man ♪

♪ In my eyes ♪

♪ In my eyes ♪

♪ In my eyes ♪

♪ In my eyes ♪

♪ Do what you do ♪

♪ Do what you do ♪

♪ Do what you do ♪

♪ Do what you do ♪

♪ I'm serious man ♪

♪ Come on we gotta roll ♪

♪ Gotta roll ♪

♪ Gotta roll ♪

♪ We gotta, gotta, gotta ♪

♪ We gotta roll ♪

♪ I'm serious man ♪

♪ You're laughing on one hand ♪

♪ You're laughing ♪

♪ I'm serious man ♪

♪ Gotta roll ♪

♪ I'm serious man ♪

♪ Hey hey ♪

♪ I'm serious man ♪

♪ Hey hey ♪

♪ I'm serious man ♪

♪ Hey hey ♪

♪ Hey hey ♪

♪ Be nice ♪

♪ Hey hey ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Hey hey ♪

♪ Hey hey ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Hey hey ♪

♪ Hey hey ♪

♪ I'm serious man ♪

♪ I've gotta roll ♪

♪ I've gotta roll ♪

- [Lou] Listen to me, Frankie.

I think my brother-in-law is involved.

Swear to god, the pubes are dead!

You understand?

I want em on my desk.

You get out there,

do whatever it is you have to do.

Do you understand me?

Do what you do!

♪ I'm serious man ♪

♪ Come on we gotta roll ♪

♪ Gotta roll ♪

♪ Gotta roll ♪

♪ We gotta gotta gotta ♪

♪ We gotta roll ♪

♪ I'm serious man ♪

- That's a happy meal with fries.

♪ I'm serious man ♪

Now what's it gonna be?

That's a happy meal with fries, baby.

That's a happy meal with fries, baby.

♪ Come on we gotta roll ♪

Hey what's it gonna be?

That's a happy meal with fries, baby.

- Yes, sir.

♪ Come on, we gotta roll ♪

♪ Gotta roll, gotta roll ♪

♪ We gotta, gotta, gotta, ♪

♪ We gotta roll ♪

♪ Yes Sir ♪

♪ Yes Sir ♪

♪ Hey Hey ♪

♪ Yes Sir ♪

♪ Hey Hey ♪

♪ Yes Sir ♪

♪ Come on we gotta roll ♪

♪ We gotta gotta gotta ♪

♪ We gotta roll ♪

- [Frankie] What's that?

♪ Do what you do ♪

♪ Do what you do ♪

♪ Do what you do ♪

- [Lou] Bad cop first, now.

♪ Come on we gotta roll ♪

♪ We gotta roll ♪

♪ We gotta gotta gotta roll ♪

Hey, one more thing, man.

Look carefully.

- [Frankie] What's that?

- [Lou] One more thing, one more thing, one more thing.

- [Frankie] What's that?

- [Lou] Hey one more thing.

Look sharp, baby.

- [Frankie] What's that?

- [Lou] Look sharp, baby.

- [Frankie] What's that?

- [Lou] Look sharp, baby.

- [Frankie] What's that?

- [Lou] Look sharp, baby.

- [Frankie] What's that?

- [Lou] Look sharp, baby.

(laughing)

Hey one more thing.

One more thing.

Damn I look good.

Hey one more thing.

Now what's it gonna be?

Damn, I look good.

Look there's things I can't tell you right now.

You understand that?

And I would love to, but I can't.

Alright?

I'm sorry I called you a rookie.

I know you're a good cop.

But look, sweetheart.

There's stuff I don't even know myself.

- [Frankie] What's that?

- [Lou] I need to know what's going down.

- [Frankie] What's that?

- [Lou] When I'm really pissed off,

Lock me out because I don't know

if I could fuck up myself.

- [Frankie] What's that?

- [Lou] Follow me or not, it's up to you.

You're my eyes.

Be my eyes.

Do what you do.

- [Frankie] What's that?

What's that?

- Never happened before, except one time.

Gotta gotta gotta gotta roll

Do what you do.

(laughing)