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* I can't trust nobody
But a man's gotta eat

* I've seen it all
Trying to survive
on these streets

* My baby mama's buggin'
'Cause the bills ain't paid

* Had feds at my door 'cause
I missed the court date
Man, sometimes I wonder

* Will I ever see the light?
But I know life's a match
And I ain't losin' this fight

* I gotta keep the
hustle going

* Gotta keep my money flowin'
I'm half past dead

* Tryin' to see
where I'm goin'

* Ain't the best way to live
The streets are all I know

* I'm gonna be in street gear
When it's time to go
Oh, you think it's a game

* Don't believe the hype
You could call me a criminal
But I'm a thug for life

* So before you try to judge
me and say that I'm wrong
Take a second to just listen

* To the words of this song
It's easier said than done
Over here where I'm from

* So they hold us down a lot
Say they'll shoot if we run

* Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?

* I'm trying to find a way

* Tryin' to keep control of my
gang

* Say, it ain't easy

* I'm trying to find a way

* Tryin' to keep control of my
gang

* I keep tryin' to explain
But you just don't understand

* How I went through it all
Tryin' to be a changed man

* When all else fails
There's only one way to go

* So I turned back to hustling
'Cause it's all I know

* And every night
I pray to God
My soul to keep

* 'Cause I'm living my life
Not knowing what the answer is
So I gotta get my bread

* To keep my family fed
So I pray for her
Pray for him

* I'm to the point now where
I can't even trust myself

* Oh, you think it's a game?
Man, I'm tryin' to survive
Just until my boat come

* Knockin' at my front door

Give up. Give up, I said.

Get out of my face.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Move it. Move it.

MAN 1: Back off. Back off.

MAN 2: Take your hands off me.
I told you take your
hands of me.

All right, back to the hold.

Take this, take this!

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Tell me, Twitch.

Who started this?

My name's Twitch,
and I ain't no snitch.
I don't know nothing, man.

You're worried? About them?

What they could do to you?

You should worry more
about me.

And what I'm gonna do to you.

Look, man, I'm just working.
Just doing my time.

Just doing my time.

Model citizen.

See, Twitch has been here
a long time,

seeing a lot of shit go down.

Like inmates
trying to take over.

But I slapped 'em down
like little bitches.

Nobody wins in my island,
but me.

What do you think, homeys?

Should I put any of you
in the hole?

Shit.

Lot of guys like you
in the hole.

Guys who think they're tough.
Guys who are beginning
to believe,

they're bigger than my island.

(LAUGHING)

You bay beauties,
you don't know
how fucking good you got it.

Hey!

Bag of bones.

You wouldn't last two weeks
in a place like Creighton.

-Toughest max-security joint
in the country.
-Creighton?

In case you never heard of it.

It's where society
took a shit.

And built a 40-foot wall
around it.

And any of you
could end up there

with a snap of my fingers.

So, everybody's on notice.

Whoever starts the next fight,

gets a free ride,
no questions asked,

to Creighton.

Then you can see how bad
you really are.

Now, get 'em back
to the cages.

They're starting to give me
indigestion.

GUARD: Come on, line it up
and let's move.

Lock your chains. Let's go.

That means you too.
Back it up.

Creighton, huh?
That's in Missouri, ain't it?

* Addicted to the drama
Eleven knives in my backpack

* I'm where that crack at
Block where that mack at
Rise up *

Hey, Twitch.

Heard you got deep-sixed
at your parole hearing.

Looks like you're not
getting out any time soon.

Oh, fuck you, Hubert.

I'm out in a month.
Mark it on your calendar.

While you rot in here,
I get to go.

Yeah, I'll be out a lot sooner
than you think.

Oh, yeah? You're gonna
dog-paddle off this rock?

Oh, I got ways.

A month, Twitch.
That's what I got.

Yeah? And I got a nice,
stern ass-whipping for you
if you don't leave me

the fuck alone.

You.

You're gonna move, man?
Wanna move a play?

Shit. Perfect.

-Hey.
-What's up,
motherfucker?

I'm talking to you,
motherfucker.

What do you want, Twitch?

I wanna kick your ass.
Man, come on,
get your ass up.

You can't be serious.

Nigger, you've been
talking shit about me.

When? What proof you got?

I don't need no proof.
Man, you sound like a lawyer.

How can you see with these
motherfuckers on right here...

Give 'em back.

Fuck, no.

Why don't you come
get 'em from me
so I could kick your ass?

You know I'm out in a month.
I'm not gonna fight you.

-But my bitch will.
-What bitch?

Oh, shit. Okay.
Here. Hey, you gotta...

(YELLING)

Come here.

-Fuck yeah.
-Oh, shit.

Yeah, yeah!

MAN: Get up and walk.
Get up and walk.

-What was that?
-Easy, easy.
Get up.

Kick your ass.

Well, you make sure
you tell the warden
that I started it,

did you hear me?
Did you hear me?

You tell...
What the fuck are you...
I'll kick your ass, too.

* There's too many talkin'
Not enough fightin'

* Too many followers
Not enough leaders

* A sad situation
Locked in dark places

* Too many G's
And not enough bitches

* Too many trees and
not enough switches, nigger

* Too many chiefs
And not enough Indians

* It's a bad situation
A rock in a hard place

* It's time for the gangsters
Stop

* It's too many niggers...

Good morning, gentlemen.
Welcome to Creighton.

My name is Mr. Wallace,
and I'm the warden
of this prison.

I wanted to personally
greet you by saying,

I run a tight ship.
My prison, my rules.

Best advice I can give to you
is keep to yourself,

do your time,
and don't break my rules.

Because no matter how tough
you think you are...

And I know some of you think
you're real tough.

I will break you.

That's a promise. Understood?

I got your back.
I'm with you.

Step forward.

Listen up, punk.

I know you like
to cause problems.
That's why you got sent here.

I'm gonna personally
see to it that that
doesn't happen anymore.

My officers will resort to any
and all measures necessary
to keep you in line.

Understand?

Whatever you say, man.
I'm not...

You'll keep your nose clean,

and stay out of other people's
affairs, won't you?

Hey, man, look.
You know, I only got it
straight on my own, you know.

(GAGS)

(COUGHS)

I'm not sure
I really heard you correctly.

I just want to do my time
and leave.

That's what I thought
you said.

I'll remember you.

(COUGHS)

Pick up your prison blues
and your shoes.

Show 'em to their cellblocks.

GUARD 1: Here you go.
GUARD 2: Next.

-(BUZZER BUZZING)
-GUARD 1: Here you go.

GUARD 2: Next.

Here you go.

Where you got your soul, kid?
Shake my hand. Come on.
Shake my hand.

This shit they call food...

Keep your eyes
on the room.

-Copy that.
-Anything could be
a diversion.

Only take one second
for these bastards to
start killing each other.

Sometimes I wonder why we
bother standing in the way.

Time I got...
How long do I gotta
wait in line to get food?

You know? What's up with that?

Babos wants more money
for bringing in the peace.

Mira you know how much
that fucking mule was paid?

Let me just cut him a piece.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

What if this motherfucker's
double-dealing
with the Disciple's, homes?

-Let me do this.
-Are you sure?

(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)

You shouldn't be sitting here,
brother.

Is that right?

Just trying to give you
some friendly advice.

Come with me
or take your chances
with them.

So I should come
with you, huh?

Yeah.

And not with them?

Unless you got
a loco death wish.

And, uh, what if I just wanna
kick it here,
keep to myself?

Then I'd imagine
you get two shanks in you.

One from each side.

I don't see no shanks in him.

Burke? Don't go near him.

Shit. Why?

'Cause he don't
want you to.

How do you know?
He doesn't even know me.

Burke don't give a fuck about
anybody in here but himself.

And that's cool for him.
He can fight his own fights.

But you... (LAUGHS)

You wouldn't last a heartbeat.

Come on, I think
you're gonna need
some friends.

Man, you see these?
I don't need shit.

Put that little
motherfucker away.
Let's go see Angel.

Good to meet you.
Name's Angel.

My name's Twitch.
What's up? Right on. Shit.

I'm from L.A.
You know, it's
a small little city.

You ever heard of it?

-Got people in L.A.
-I don't.

You're a long way
from the ocean.

This ain't Malibu.

Every cell
is the same to me, man.

Shit, you know...

Ain't the cells
you got to worry about.

You know who I am?

Not really.

Wallace tell you nothing
about me when you got here?

Wallace?
That's the warden,
right?

Yeah, he, he like to think so,
running around here,
giving orders

with his hard ass.

But in reality,
I'm the nigger in charge.

I got what you call
arrangements.

So you have any problems,
or need any favors,

you come see me.

And all I ask in return

is your loyalty.

That sounds good to me,
you know.

-I only...
-You got to wear the mark.

Mark?

Angel of Death.

That's what binds us.

Damn. Y'all ain't got
no other type of membership?

You know, like,
cards or some shit.

Are you in, brother?

Man, I've only been here
for a day.

Y'all don't even know me.
How you know I even
wanna roll with y'all?

Is that a threat?

Look, man,
I'm just saying, man...

Either you're with us
or you're with Cortez.

-I ain't with nobody.
-Listen, brother.

There's a war coming on.

You wear this mark,
I guarantee you won't
be a casualty.

-(ALARM BUZZING)
-GUARD: Come on.

Move it.

I say we get the brothers
together, man,
we make this happen.

Get up in the line now.

It's just a matter of time
before shit hits the fan

-with Cortez and his gang...
-Be cool, baby,
we'll get him.

He's ruling
these motherfuckers.
What we waiting on?

-We will. We will.
-Come on, when?

When the fuck I say so.

You think you could run
this shit better than me? Huh?

Look.

What I'm saying is,
Cortez is bringing in
more guards and more money,

while you're sitting around
waiting on God or whoever
to give you

-some fucking message.
-Let me ask you...
What the fuck was that?

You were in my way.

You know something, Burke?

It's about time you
fucking learn how things
operate around here.

And you're gonna show me?

Yeah. Go ahead.

I'll let you take
the first swing.

Fuck up some of that
good behavior you got going.

Another time, Angel.

Don't you walk away
from me, Burke.

Don't you fucking walk away
from me, Burke!

One day.
You be ready, Burke.
One day.

-Dirt nap.
-Come on.

We have a deal, right?

Right?

CORTEZ: We got a deal.

Okay.

(ALARM BUZZING)

* You know what?
This is what I'm gonna do

* Break her off
Break her off
I'm gonna break her off

* Break her off
Break ya off
I'm gonna break ya off

* If you want it

* Baby, ask and you'll receive

* My attention

* That's exactly what you need

* Break ya off
Break ya off
I'm gonna break ya off

* Break her off
Break ya off
Mama, break ya off

* Break ya off
Break ya off
I'm gonna break ya off *

So you Burke, huh?
Ain't that your name?

You know,
I heard that you ain't
into none of the gangs and...

You don't fool
with none of that, huh?

Angel's scared of you.

Cortez is afraid of you.

They're afraid of me too,
you know.

You know,
I don't play too much, man.

You're a loner, huh?

I'm a loner too,
you know what I'm saying.

Ain't too much I do,
you know.
I don't really, you know,

-get involved...
-Shut up
and keep it that way.

Shit!

I'm only trying to
make it a little
easier, man.

Don't.

So, what you in for anyway,
man? What, you killed
somebody or something?

What, you, uh, robbed a bank
or something?

I was thinking about doing
something like that myself,
man.

You could tell me.
I'm your boy.

Shut up, will ya.

Damn. Whatever. Shit.

You know, if you don't
wanna talk all you gotta do
is just say it.

You know what I'm saying?
I'm just trying to communicate
with you, you know.

I don't wanna talk.

That's cool.

Here, sit at number three.

You're not gonna sit down?

Honey, I have nothing
to say to your dad.

Fine.

You got your time.

Gotta go see my woman, man.
Gonna go do it big.

I'm gonna talk
to you later, huh?
Good conversation.

(HUMMING)

Don't you listen in
on my conversation.

Be cool.

Reese, Reese, Reese, Reese!

You just had to go
and get your little butt
sent to Missouri.

That's a good thing, ain't it?

A good thing? It's harder
knowing that you're so close
and I still can't see you.

I know, I know, babe,
but look...

And then it's
two more weeks

before I can see
your sorry ass again.

I just can't do it, Bernard.
I just can't do it.

What's with all
this Bernard shit?

I told you, don't you
call me Bernard
in here.

My name is Twitch. Twitch.

And don't you forget that,
woman.

Ooh! Don't you
woman me, Bernard.

I put up with enough
from you, okay?

I looked the other way
when you had
that fat-ass girlfriend.

What was you doing
with her anyway?

All she was gonna do was
give you some
fat-ass children.

That wasn't fat.
That was muscle.

Look, I know, baby,
a lot of times it seems like
I take you for granted...

Oh, you take me for granted
all the time.

Ain't that bad.
I got you the ring, didn't I?

Shit, probably ain't
even real.

I don't know when you
was planning
on having the wedding,

but I am calling it off.

Yes, I'm calling it off, okay?

Ooh, momma gonna be so upset.

Wait, wait, hold on,
hold on, baby.
Hold on, now.

-Now, I know I make
a lot of promises.
-Oh, yeah.

You make a lot of promises,
like you're gonna marry me,

like you love me,
like you gonna get parole.
-But...

And you never
deliver on the promises,
Bernard. Ever.

How am I supposed
to trust you?

First of all,
I am getting parole, Cherise.

-When?
-Soon.

Hello, Amy.

Hey, Ellie. You look great.

Changed your hair, didn't ya?
I like it.

-Thanks.
-How's school, baby?

It's summer.

Oh. Sorry.

-No, this is it, Bernard.
I'm leaving.
-Wait, Wait, wait, hold on.

All right now.

I gotta tell you something.
I am getting out, okay.

-I just...
-Ah, forget you, Bernard.

Just listen to me, okay? Damn.

-What I'm talking about has
to do with our future.
-Okay. All right.

-But you know,
this better be real good.
-It is good.

-Now, I got a plan.
-A plan?

Yeah, a plan.

It's gonna get us rich.

What the hell
are you thinking?
You gonna get rich in here?

You sound like
some kind of fool.

Who are you talking to?

Now just listen to me.
Me getting transferred here
was a part of the plan.

-What you mean?
-I mean, I got transferred
here on purpose.

Now I know you's a fool.

Listen. I got about a month
to get up out this joint,
okay?

-You mean, escape?
-Can't you just keep it down?

Uh-uh. Uh-uh.
I am not having
no fugitive husband.

And I for sure ain't having
no fugitive baby daddy.

Now what I'm about
to do is gonna
set us up for life.

Really? Man,
are you serious?

Trust me.
And then I'll get you
anything you want.

All I want
is for you to come home.

Well, listen to me, baby.
I could set up a little
home sweet home right here.

Set up one of those little
conjugal visiting rooms,
you know what I mean.

Slide you something special.
Really?

Oh, yeah.
You could make that happen?

You know I can.
They don't call me
"The Alaska Pipeline"

for nothing.

Oh, I mean, really, for real,
we're gonna really get
a room, baby?

Yeah.
Twitch'll take care of it.

But I heard you have
to arrange those visits,

like, weeks in advance,
Bernard.

And plus I think
you gotta be married.

Didn't I say
Twitch'll take care of it?

-Really?
-Now give it to me,

give it here. Ooh, chubblies.

Don't look at me.

Let's go, time's up.

Shit. One month.

Mind your business.

I'm gonna be leaving.

-What do you mean?
-Me and Mom
are moving to Dallas.

Dallas?

So I don't know when
I'll be able
to visit you again.

This is your mother's idea,
isn't it?

Daddy, just please don't
be mad at her, okay?

I'm gonna start college
next year anyway,

so I probably won't have
the chance to visit you.

You know, I'd like to spend
more time with you,

but you're stuck in here, Dad.

And I know it wasn't
your fault,
but it happened.

Look at me, Ellie.

Just tell me you know
how much I love you, baby.

TWITCH: What you
gonna do with that?

Angel is about to bless you.

-TWITCH: But I ain't sneezed.
-Man up, lonely.

Oh, no. Get off me, man.

Wait, hold on. Wait. Wait.

Fuck!

(GROANS)

Damn it. Get off me.

God!

Cherise is waiting for me.

Honeymoon suite be ready
in about 10 minutes.

Mmm-hmm.

My sugar pot's ready
for some honey loving.

Mmm-hmm, me too, baby.
He won't be able to walk
after I'm done with him.

Nope, he won't
be able to walk.

You wink at me, bitch?

What's up, big papa?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

All right. Let's go.

Come on, Burke.
You're on cafeteria duty.

(ALARM BUZZING)

Open them up.

Is Cherise down there, man?

What's going on, Lewis?

-Detector's
not functioning.
-Are you for real?

Oh, come on, man,
I ain't got no metal on,
I ain't got no handcuffs.

Come on, man,
Cherise is down there.

You wanna be
strip-searched instead?

Yeah, I'm gonna get naked,
all right. (CHUCKLES).

In there, not out here.

Yo, what you're looking at?

Angel!

(GROANS)

Burke!

(GUN FIRING)

J.T., snatch the gun, man.

Damn, Angel.

Don't touch him.

-I was just closing
his eyes...
-Don't fucking touch him.

I want 10 grand
on Burke's head.
He's fucking dead.

Back off. Back off.

But it ain't working, man.

Let me in.
Whoa, whoa. Cherise...
Let me go.

You'll never have to bother
with that man ever again.

Stop it, Mom. He's my dad.

What kind of father
has he been to you?

Wallace, there's a riot.
We need a lockdown.

Cellblock C in the cafeteria.

There's a riot
in the cafeteria.
Put it in lockdown.

-I'm on it.
-Right away, sir.

Come on, we're leaving.

GUARD: All the cells
are on lockdown.
I repeat.

-Prisoners,
back to your cells.
-Did you hear that?

-Put it back.
-Yo, put it down.

I didn't do nothing, man.
The lockdown is down there.

-Could you please open this?
-I can't open the gate.

The whole prison's
on lockdown.

-Lockdown?
-You're not gonna be able
to stay. You gotta go.

Oh, my God.
Oh, you gotta go now.
Oh, God.

Ellie, run! Oh, God.
Run, Ellie, run.

(GROANING)

Oh, Ellie!

Y'all not the police.
You're the no-lease.

I'll kick your ass.
Take these off.

(GROANS)

Down, down.

What's going on, man?

Burke killed Angel.

Fuck, are you for...

So, what you gonna do,
you gonna kill me?

Give me one reason
why I shouldn't.

(SIGHS)

Ah...

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

You get a free pass this time.

But don't ever let me
see you again, huh?

Fuck.

Did you see who it was?

No, I didn't look.

Manual override.

(BUZZER BUZZING)

(INMATES SHOUTING)

...

...

...

...

...

* Martha, take the white light
Helicopter, propeller
Cons, get on the dark side

* Of the trail
like Constantine

* I got a beam that
punctures walls I see
through all your gimmicks *

...

Perimeter gates are all shut.

-C block's still open.
-How the hell...

-Can we override?
-I'm trying, but...

-It's not working.
-Get a team down there.

Response team
to C-block right away.
I repeat, response team

to C-block.

-Now D-block's open.
-Who's doing this?

WOMAN: Should I
send in ERT, sir?

-Affirmative.
-Yes, sir.

(GRUNTING)

(LAUGHING)
Easiest 10 grand I ever made.

There's a price on your head,
and I'm collecting.

Burke, you popped Angel,
this is what you get.

(GROANS)

Come here. Get back here.
Get him back here now.

Burke.

Oh, oh. Come here.

You move and I'll snap you.

I ain't going nowhere,
but I don't think

that's gonna stop him
from shooting either of us.

Yeah, like he's gonna
shoot a brother.

Back off
or I'll break his neck.

Hey, man,
do as he's saying.

Shut the fuck up.
This motherfucker
killed Angel.

I'm gonna count to three.

-One...
-Drop... Drop the heat J.T.

(GUN COCKING)

-Two...
-J.T., he's one of us, man.

No, he isn't.

Three.

There's nowhere to hide.
I own this motherfucker.

(MEN SHOUTING)

GUARD 1:
Gotta hold on. Move.

I'm talking to you.
I'm talking to you.

Stop where you are!
Stop where you are!

(PANTING)

Well, it's about time,
Bernard.

Oh, girl,
you're in the wrong room.
You're probably down the hall.

Girl, what's wrong with you?
You okay?

You don't know
what's going on, do you?

This whole place
is in lockdown.

There's...
There's a riot going on.

Oh, my God. Are you serious?

-Yes.
-Okay, we can't stay
in here.

The door doesn't lock.

Halt, you men,
I will shoot if you don't!

I will shoot you.

You ain't gonna kill me,
is you, man?

If you don't shut
the fuck up, I will.

You don't look like a killer.

But you'd best snap my neck
and you don't want 10 added

to the 10 you're already
getting for killing Angel.

I didn't kill Angel.

Get outta here. Go on!

Coming this way, man. Crazy.
Shit. Told y'all.

Move back, move back!

Shit!

Stay where you are!

Oh, shit.

The guards are coming!

MAN: Hey, get him.
He's one of Angel's gang.

Rivera.

Oh, come on, man.
I ain't got no problem
with y'all.

(LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

You're one
of Angel's disciples, huh?

Who? I don't...
I don't even know the guy.

What's his name again?
Oh, come on, man.

Swear to God.

Look, man, I'm just trying
to ease on through...

What... What? No que no?

Oh, that's pretty, man.

Well, I guess God
don't believe you today.

Back off!

Get off.

See, we don't know.

Hey, what's up, big papa?

You need to stay the fuck
out of this, because it ain't
got nothing to do with you.

Oh, it doesn't?

-Where's Cortez?
-Cortez got less to do
with your ass.

-Is he trying to escape?
-Escape?

Twitch, get the fuck
outta here.

What would you want
with me for?

Wanna stay here and
play around with these guys?
Now, go.

Lucky he came.
I'll kick your ass.

Don't fuck with me.

That was a good job,
you know.

Clipping Angel's wings.
Saved me
the fucking trouble.

(INMATES SPEAKING SPANISH)

Hey, perro,
why'd you let
him go, huh?

I set him up, bro.
I'm gonna let the guards
do it for us.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(WHISPERING)

(SHOUTING)

Let's go, let's go.

(PANTING)

Check that gate.

They're all locked.

Ay, ay, ay.

What do we have here?

-Oh...
-Please, don't.
Please.

So beautiful.

You're so tender.

Hey, big dog,
Rivera sent me to find you.

Where'd you get
these fine little honeys at?

-Back off, homes.
-Hey, homes,
there's two of them, ese.

You got that one,
I got this one...

I told you to back off, mano.

-Me entiendes.
-Yeah,
I got it. I got it.

Bitch.

-Vayate.
-All right, ese.

We'll see what's up
later, right?

I have plans for both of you.
Move!

I could have handled
that all by myself back there.

Yeah, right.

As long as J.T.
and everybody else
thinks I killed Angel,

then I'm a marked man.

This way, they gotta shoot
their own brother
to get to me.

Man, these guys
ain't my brothers.

I told you before, Burke.
I'm a loner.

Don't care
about no one.
Just like you, man.

-Come on.
-I got somebody
I care about.

You ladies picked
the wrong day to visit.

You leave this room,
and you're dead.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Oh, God, he locked us in.

We're gonna have to stay calm.

We're gonna have to really try
and stay calm.

God damn it.

We lost power, warden.

But we're switching
to emergency
generators right now.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Trying to figure
a way out of here.

I saw on TV
that the safest thing to do
at a time like this,

is just to sit and wait.

Are you crazy?
That is not the safest thing.

Any minute that guy
could be back here,

and he could shoot
either one of us.

If we do get out,
it might get us both killed.

Well you know what?
You take your chances in here,
I'll take mine out there.

Let's say you do get out.
What... What... What then?

There's a riot on the
other side of that door.

Do you really think you're
gonna get out through that?

-You have no idea...
-Shut up.

What?

Oh, real smart.

I don't think just
because you're big and tall

that you can open
that without a key.

You are just begging
for me to kick your ass,
aren't you?

Worse than the police, man.

Get off me, man.
You make me nervous.

-You got a bull's-eye
on your back.
-I didn't kill Angel.

-Well, who did then?
-Cortez.

Angel!

-Cortez?
-Yeah.

Oh, I get it.

The riots, the distraction.

Yeah, and then you're gonna
hook up with him later,

and y'all gonna fly off
in the sunset.

But not without me.
I got value.

-You take me with you.
-You'll just slow me down.

Slow you down?
You're the big meathead,
motherfucker.

-Burke!
-You...

-Get in the cell...
-Relax.

-I don't wanna hurt you guys.
-Get in the cell...

Relax.

(INMATES SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING)

(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

MAN: What's up, homey?

Burke, Burke, Burke.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

-There's other juras
I could hurt.
-MAN: That's right.

Let's go! Come on!

Okay, okay.

(MEN SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

Beat your ass.

You know, my fiancee Bernard
could get this thing open
in a second.

He was a master thief.

Real stupid too.
Got himself caught up.

I've been waiting
for that man for years.

What about you?
Who were you here to see?

(SIGHS) My dad.

How long has he been in?

Two years and four more to go.

Let me try.

Oh, goodness, I hope Bernard
didn't go get himself
in no more trouble.

-Would you look at that?
-They're dead.

-All units...
-Hey, come on.

-...station cellblock C.
-Get the walkie, man.

It might... God damn it!

Two guards are dead.

Jesus.

Surveillance confirms
both were last seen
with the transfer,

from New Alcatraz
when the riot started.

All officers fall back
behind the perimeter.

Fall back
behind the perimeter.

Meet at security checkpoints.

You're clearing
all cellblocks?

I'm pulling my men out
until they've all got
body armor and something,

to fight back with.

All officers, pull back.

Convene in the armory
for body armor and riot gear
for ERT response.

-(PHONE RINGS)
-Yes?

-Sir.
-What?

-There's an inmate
on line 101.
-What?

It's Alex Cortez.

Put him through. (EXHALES)

Alex?
Where are you?
What phone are you on?

You don't get
to ask questions.

You get to take orders.
Or else more body bags
are coming out the front gate.

If I find out you're
responsible
for anyone's death...

Shut up, fool.

I'm doing life without parole.
Don't threaten me again.

-What phone is he on?
-MAN: It's impossible to tell.

Here's what you're gonna do.
Call the governor.

Tell him to get
in his helicopter

and fly his fat ass
out here immediately.

I don't think
I have the authority
to make that happen.

If you can't,
the hostages die.

You have hostages?

Yeah.

Two beautiful young ladies.

Not the kind of people
you people don't give
a damn about.

Make it happen, Wallace.
Don't forget the helicopter.

Check the visitor records.
Find out if anyone
is unaccounted for.

-Get me the governor.
-WOMAN: Yes, sir,
right away.

Call the warden.
Get us the fuck out of here.

We're in lockdown, governor.
But two cellblocks
have been manually overridden.

GOVERNOR: How is
that possible?
-We're not exactly sure, sir.

It seems some inmates
have gained access
to one of the control panels.

What's their motive?

It's gang related.
They're at war, Sir.
Total chaos.

Can you contain it?

We're trying, Sir.
Emergency response teams
have been deployed.

-But there have been
some officer fatalities.
-Damn it, Wallace! I mean...

It's the last thing we need
in an election year.

How many officers?

Three that we know of,
for sure.

All right, look, you need
to end this thing quickly,
no matter what it takes.

All right? But protect
our people at all costs.

-Has the press been notified?
-No, sir. We've been able
to keep a lid on that.

All right,
my office will handle
all the press from this end.

Uh, just a minute. Charlie!

Hey, call the airport
and make sure
the helicopter's ready,

wheels up in 20 minutes.
We're going to Creighton.
I'm on my way.

Yes, sir.

-MAN: Here we go.
-Tell me why you
got transferred here, man.

-Huh? What, you don't know?
-Tell me.

-Some bullshit about a fight.
-Oh, it was more than a fight.

See, it's three of them
and they thought
because I'm little

I couldn't whoop that ass,
but I got this thing I did.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

-You can't fight worth a shit.
-Son of a...
Kick your ass.

-What?
-If my ankle didn't hurt.

Hey, quit lying to me.
Why'd you get
transferred here?

-I wanted to be closer
to my fiance, Cherise.
-You're lying.

-No, I'm not.
-Your eyes are moving,
and you're lying.

-My eyes always move.
-Yeah, that's my point
exactly.

Why'd you get
transferred here?

Look, I can't swim.
And Creighton
has no water or sharks.

-(GAGS)
-You're telling me,

that you got transferred here
just so you can escape?

God damn right.
I'm a crazy motherfucker.

No shit!

MAN: There's the motherfucker
that killed Angel.

(GRUNTING)

Hey, hey, hey. Wait, wait.
Wait, wait!

Oh, no fighting.

-Come on!
-Bitch!

Any luck?

It's not working.

Just keep trying.

Been trying.

Look, we need another way.
God knows when that guy
is gonna come back.

-This is creepy.
-It's where people watch
the executions.

Yeah. I could never do it.

Do what?

Just sit there
and watch people die.

We gotta get this door open.
It's our only way out.

(SHRIEKS)

You try to get out?

After what we just said
to you?

Ah, ah! Ow, ow!

-Tie her up.
-Ah!

-What the hell is wrong
with you?
-(SHRIEKS)

I said, tie her up.

(WEEPS)

It's too much like Alcatraz.

Eric, make sure
each officer gets one.

Robert, back to the office
and monitor everything
from there.

All right, everybody.
Time to move.

All officers,
this is the warden speaking.

Take back control
one cellblock at a time.

There's some inmates
to be on the lookout for.

One William Burke.
One Bernard "Twitch"
Washington.

Both suspects
in the murder of two guards.

Hey, did he just say my name?

WALLACE: Twitch is the
transfer from New Alcatraz.

Both he and Burke
are likely armed.

No, no, we ain't, man.
Tell him we're not.

WALLACE:
Try to take them alive.
Shoot to kill if you have to.

-Man, give me that.
-Man, you ain't talking
to him!

Look, I've gotta
clear my name, Burke.

WALLACE: We've got
another situation
we gotta handle.

Another inmate,
Alex Cortez,
has taken hostages inside.

We don't know exactly
how many.

But we believe
there are two
missing visitors.

One, Cherise...

Hey, man, give...
Give me this thing.

-Wallace. You there?
-Who's this?

This is Twitch, man.

Just what the hell
do you think you're doing?

TWITCH: Hey, man,
why you got this

APB out on me, man?
I ain't kill nobody.

No one's accused you
of anything.

Yeah, you did. You got the APB
cracking on us, man.

TWITCH: There's rioters
everywhere, man.
That's not due process.

Okay, then turn yourself in
and let's clear this up.

-What? What is it?
-We're not meeting him.

-Twitch, are you there?
-Yeah, man.

Well, what do you say?
About going over this
face to face?

Oh, I know how that one works.

We get there, all your
guard dogs are there. You can
forget that one, buddy.

My men won't harm you,
I promise.

Man, you gonna call
the APB off or what, Wallace?

Just tell me where you are
and we'll work this...

You're not gonna meet
with him.

Man, this is bullshit.
This prison's full of shit.

Twitch?

Twitch? God damn it!
Let's go. Open it.

WALLACE: The second hostage
is Ellie Burke.

Daughter of inmate,
William Burke.

Keep your eyes right!
Move it out!

Keep your eyes right! Move it!

Hey, perro. Look at this.
Handle it.

GUARD: Hurry up, man!
Hurry up!

-Where's Burke?
-I don't know.

-Are you sure?
-I don't give a damn
about Burke.

-You...
-Whoa. Easy, easy, easy.

-Ooh.
-Is that right?

-Where's your jefe?
-I don't give a damn
about him either.

You see,
'cause he fucked me over
with his escape plan, man.

-Escape plan?
-That's right.

He took hostages.
And, you know, one of them
is Burke's daughter.

That's right. Yeah.
And he's going to use them
to get out of here.

Bet you didn't
know that, huh?

-Hey, perro, that's the police
with riot gear.
-GUARD: Stop!

This don't look good, man.

Show these motherfuckers
who runs this place!

(SHOUTS IN SPANISH)

(CHANTING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(GROANS)

Tear gas.

MAN: Get out of here.

-Keep going, man.
-What?

-Let's move it, dog.
Let's move.
-Fuck you.

I don't like the way
this shit sounds.

It don't sound like they're
handling this too good, man.

Cortez ain't
gonna surrender, man.
We gotta get to him first.

Look, I've been here before,
man. Nobody wins.

What are you talking about?

The Rock.

New Alcatraz.
Man, I did five years, man.

One night, man, it was just
raining like fuck, man.

Fucking helicopter crashed
into the roof, man.

PILOT: No!

People started
coming out, man...

shooting people
with all kinds of guns.

Inmates died, guards died,
you know.
A lot of shit going on, man.

I mean, come on, I lost
a lot of people in there, man.
People that I cared about.

-No!
-(SCREAMS)

No! No!

God.

(SIGHS)

Why the hell would guys
break into prison?

Man, none of that matters.
Just listen to me, man.

A lot of shit happened, okay?
I ain't trying to go
through that shit again.

Look, man,
this time it's different.
Follow me.

Look, I could
teach you some shit.

Man, I used to... Hey, no!

Big bad Burke.

Yeah, you couldn't do it
like a man.

You had to do it
like a little bitch.

-It's not what you think, J.T.
-You know what I'm thinking,
huh?

Yeah, I didn't kill Angel.

Oh, so you still
can't admit that shit?

I'd respect you more
if you could admit that shit.

So we gonna do this like men.
Old school style.

Do what you gotta do.

Now see, that was just
the appetizer.

Now it's time
for the main course.

We're gonna cut your ass up
and make you
into some Chinese food.

Serve you to the skinheads.

Look at me. Yeah.

Old school style.

(BURKE GRUNTS)

-Take this motherfucker
to the cafeteria.
-Yeah.

Come with me. I ain't...

J.T.: Yo,
get that fryer going,
get it going.

Yeah, yeah. This will do.

-What's going on!
-What's it look like?

He looked like he could have
cooked something.

Cortez killed Angel, not me.

-Get off me, man!
-Let him go. Easy, easy.

-Let him go. Easy.
-I'll whoop your ass.

Come on, J.T., listen to me.
Listen to me.

I ain't gonna
say nothing to nobody.

You already know that,
you know what I'm saying?
But...

What about the rest
of these motherfuckers, shit?

Is everybody else
gonna be quiet
about the whole thing?

What the hell is
you saying, Twitch?

I'm just saying
we gonna kill
this motherfucker, right?

But I mean, what,
is everybody else gonna be
quiet about the whole thing?

-Damn right.
-And take it to their grave?

Well, I mean, fuck it,
cook him.

J.T.: If anybody gonna speak
a motherfucking word
about this, it's you.

Snitch.
Now get the fuck
out of the way.

Because we're gonna have
some dumb fuck on the menu.

Shit. Quit pushing.

It's too bad, Burke.
You ain't get a chance
to save your daughter.

Oh, you didn't know, huh?
(LAUGHS)

This motherfucker didn't know
Cortez had his daughter
as a motherfucking hostage.

Here's a first-class ticket
out of motherfucking paradise.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

Yeah. Uh-huh.
And after Cortez,
I got next, motherfucker. Hey!

Come here,
come on, Burke.
Burke, Burke!

Come on, come on!
We gotta go.

-I don't like
the sound of this.
-I'm going after Cortez.

-You're going after him?
-He's got my daughter!

You wanna escape?
Go ahead.

I'm tripping.

Hey, Burke! Hold on, man.

Wallace, is the
governor on his way?

What do you want with him?

This is the governor.
I'm on my way. ETA 30 minutes.

I want the whole prison locked
down by the time I get there.

Now, we've got
another situation
we've gotta handle.

Two guards
are confirmed dead.
We have suspects.

My men
are tracking them now.

I want those guys caught.
Dead or alive.

GOVERNOR:
Doesn't matter to me.

Make sure
you keep the situation
under control.

GOVERNOR: I'll be there
as soon as I can.

Hey, wait! Hold on, Burke!
Hold on. Shit!

-Come on, give me a hand.
-Wait, wait, wait.
Let me try this.

Pull. Just...

-MAN: Over here, hermano.
-Come on.

-Come on!
-I can't.

-Wait. I got an idea,
I got an idea.
-What?

Well, you know,
I used to steal cars.

-I could hot-wire this bitch.
-Man, hurry up, will ya?

-So, uh, tell me your charge.
I'll tell you mine.
-I don't really care.

You're breaking and entering,
huh? Mmm-hmm.

-What, you hit
the White House?
-Man, hurry up!

I'm not doing shit!

What you in here for?

-I'm in here for nothing.
-Man, that's what they
all say, man.

Okay, a friend of mine
knocked off an armored car.

I should have known about it,
but I didn't.

Cops found him at my house
with a bag full of cash.

-Bag full of cash?
-Yeah.

He implicated me,
knocked a couple of years
off his sentence.

I got five years.

I lost my wife.
She took my little girl
away from me.

She's the only thing
I ever loved.

Everybody else...
Everybody else
has shit on me.

I got burned before too,
Burke.

-I'd never burn you, homey.
-Yeah, we'll see.

MAN: Hey, motherfucker!

Oh, shit!

Burke motherfucker.

(GROANING)

Come on, Burke!

Close it! Close it, now!

Fuck you, Burke!
You're a dead man!

-Yo, dog, this is the way.
-All right, all right.

MAN 1: Ready?

MAN 2: Let's go, let's go.
MAN 3: Let's go. Move it out.

(BUZZER BUZZING)

MAN: In lockdown.

MAN: Let's put this
all back together, man.

(DOOR OPENS)

MAN: Careful, careful.

Be ready for anything.

Half the cellblocks
are under control.

It's just a matter of time
when all the rest.

Still no Cortez.

This is a prison.
How many places can he hide?

And how does he think
he's gonna get out?

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

-Glad you could make it, Sir.
-What's the status?

Afraid things
have gotten worse.

Inmate Alex Cortez
has captured
two civilian hostages.

Both female.

Christ! Wallace,
how could this happen?

Governor, the riot began
just after visitation.

And one of the hostages
was in the conjugal room.

All right, let's get in there.
I wanna talk to this Cortez.

GUARD 1: Burke locked us up.
He's a dead man.

Hey, you do this thing,
you're gonna
get out of here. Soon.

Got it?

This place is falling apart,
man.
Oh, shit.

Burke. Burke,
I've been looking for you.
Check it out, man.

-Where's Cortez?
-You just follow me.

I know where that
motherfucker Cortez is, bro.
Come on!

I don't like this.

This runs below the cellblock.
It ends at the machine shop.

-That's where Cortez is?
-That's right.

The motherfucker.
He knew about this shit
all along.

-Oh, man!
-Just around here.

Shit.
Where are you leading us?

I told you, Cortez.
Relax, man.

Why you telling us this?

Because I was supposed
to break out

with this motherfucking bitch
and he betrayed me.

And I want
some motherfucking payback.
I could use your help.

Listen, I don't give a shit
about payback.

I just wanna find my daughter.

I don't like this.
I don't like this.

How come nobody else
knows about this?

A cop will sell
any information for a price.

TWITCH: Hey!

Rivera! Fuck!

Fuck.
I knew we couldn't trust
this fucking guy.

You know what?
You tell the warden
when this is all over.

-He'll pay.
-Let me get my
hands on Cortez.

I'm gonna snap
his fucking neck.

(METAL CLANGING)

There's gotta be
another way!

-(GUNS FIRING)
-Oh!

Oh, shit!

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

-Didn't do nothing.
-Let's go, come on.

Twitch!

(GROANS)

Cabron.
Better come. Come on!

(GRUNTING)

Look, I want some answers
and I want them now.

-And this time,
I want the truth.
-About what?

About why your ass
got transferred here.

I already told you why.

All right, fuck it, man.

(SIGHS) I ain't gonna
find it anyway.

-Find what?
-The gold.

Let me get this straight.

You got transferred here
so you could break out
and find some gold?

-A $160 million worth!
-Bullshit.

All right. I know you never
heard of Lester McKenna.

NEWSCASTER: United States
Supreme Court Justice

Jane McPherson
just landed at New Alcatraz.

She's here to witness the
execution of Lester McKenna.

He was my cellie
at the Rock, okay?

Now, he done
hit the government
for a shit load of cash!

You understand? Gold bricks!

NEWSCASTER:
McPherson is the judge
who sentenced McKenna

in the now infamous heist,
of almost $200 million
in U.S. gold brick.

They found one piece of it,
but he stashed another piece,
okay?

And only two people
know about it, me and Hubert,
who's also on the Rock.

I'm out in a month.
Mark your calendar.

Feds have been
coming around all week

promising me serenity
if I tell them where I hid it.

NEWSCASTER:
In a bizarre twist, McKenna
was able to stash the gold

before he was
apprehended.

And he vowed never
to divulge its whereabouts.

This is what led
to the nationwide
treasure hunt

by the FBI
that's gone on for 17 years.

Now it's looking like
McKenna just might take
his secret to the grave.

Reporting live
from Pier 39
on Fisherman's Wharf.

I'm Roxanne Long
from San Francisco.

TWITCH: That crazy
motherfucker made sure
nobody else could find it.

-Where is it?
-I ain't gonna tell you!

I didn't say
I wanted your fucking gold.

Oh, fuck off, Burke,
you're not so noble to where
you don't wanna get no money.

Shit, I've been without it
so long that if I had it,
I'd appreciate it.

Look, neither one of us
are on death row.

So, we'll get our asses
out of here and we'll find it.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I got an idea, man.

You know what?
I think I know
where Cortez is.

Cortez is on line one.

-CORTEZ: Hey, Wallace.
Is the governor there?
-I'm here.

-Glad you could make it.
-Let me speak to the hostages.

I don't think so.

How do I know you haven't
harmed any of them?

Trust me, Governor.
Did you bring the helicopter?

Yeah. Listen, about that.
We're trying
to bring one in now.

Bullshit!
I'm taking the one
you brought.

Have it in the rec yard
in 10 minutes.
And no games.

By now I think you know
what I'm capable of.

-What's the ETA
on the hostage negotiator?
-Ah, forget that.

Cortez is done negotiating.

-Give him the helicopter.
For now.
-Wait a minute.

That's a murderer
you're setting loose.

If you got a better idea,
I'd certainly like to hear it.

Let's at least keep
the lines of communication
with him open.

Time is running out,
and I want those hostages
out of there!

We don't even know
where Cortez is holding them.

Try looking at your monitors!
Who are those guys?

WALLACE: That's inmate Burke
and that New Alcatraz
transfer.

The girl is Burke's daughter.

And the woman
is the other inmate's fiance.

Looks like they're trying
to find them.

-Those two?
-They're heading towards
the annex.

The annex?

I need 10 officers
to come with me right away.
And bring armor.

What's the annex?

Death row.

(GRUNTING)

-Sometimes you gotta
use your brain.
-Okay.

Oh, nice! Shit,
we are in the game. Move!

Okay. Let's do this.

-CHERISE: Bernard!
-Dad!

-Ellie.
-Keep cool.

What the fuck is going on?

That's your daughter?

-And this is your bitch?
-Oh, come on, Cortez.
Man, don't do that!

-Let 'em go, Cortez.
-Who the fuck
do you think you are?

Get out of the doorway!
These two are my ticket
out of here.

Look. There's another way out.
Take it before it's too late.

-You better back off.
-Then shoot me.

-Dad.
-It's all right, Ellie.

(WHIMPERS)

You step one more foot,
I'm gonna blow her face off.

(SIGHS) Look.
If you want a hostage,
you take me.

-What, are you kidding?
-I got value, man.

You got nothing.
You got a hot bitch,
and she's mine now.

I know where 160 million
is stashed.

Now, you let the ladies go,
and I'll cut you in.

-Don't play me.
-I'm not trying
to play you, man.

I'll tell you where it is,
I'll fucking draw you a map!
Come on, man!

You're an inmate.
I don't believe
a goddamn thing you're saying!

And as a hostage
you're useless!

I tell you what.
When I get out of here

I'll think about
setting 'em free.

Now, both of you,
get the fuck out of my way!

-I can't let you do that,
Cortez.
-Oh, you can and you will.

-(GROANS)
-Dad! Dad!

Why, you motherfucker!

(WOMEN SHRIEKS)

Move!

Go, go, go.

(GROANS)

Move!

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

-Cortez!
-Dad!

-Dad! Dad!
-Shut up!

Ow!

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

Dad!

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

(WHIMPERS)

-(GROANS)
-Sorry about your dad.

-(GUN COCKING)
-TWITCH: You ain't
going nowhere, fool.

Fucker, get out of my way!

-Get your ass in there.
-Fuck!

-Get your ass in...
-What?

Wanna throw people
through windows, huh?

Get your ass that way! Go!

-Fuck.
-I should pop you right now.

No, I should whoop your ass
first, then pop it!

CHERISE: Bernard!

(GRUNTING)

(GROWLS)

ELLIE: Dad, stop.
You're gonna kill him.

-Dad.
-(PANTS)

-(GROANS)
-Are you okay, baby?

Yeah.

-Let's go, let's go.
-Come on!

-You're all right, man?
-I'm alive, man.

Eric, you guys get Cortez
inside right now.

Everything okay?

I oughta throw
you two guys in solitary,
pulling a stunt like that.

Burke, Twitch, let's go.

-Let's go inside.
-Dad.

-(SIGHS)
-It's gonna be
all right, baby.

-I love you.
-I love you.

-I'm getting out soon,
now, you hear?
-MAN: Let's go.

-You wait for me, now.
-I always do.

MAN: Let's go!

MAN: That's it.

Let's go.

TWITCH: And every word
of it's true. I swear.
Just ask the warden.

I can verify
that inmate Bernard Washington

did in fact try
to defuse the riot.

And is one of two men
responsible for the rescue
of the hostages.

The other one was Burke.

You know, he helped
with the saving thing too.

I remind you again that
this is your parole hearing,
not Mr. Burke's.

I know, you know,
I just wanted
to put that on record.

For when it's his turn
to spin that parole wheel.

-(WHISPERS) You sure about
what you saw?
-Mmm-hmm.

Well, we've heard the account
of your supposed bravery
from Warden Wallace, here.

And we've taken
into consideration

the years you've served
in New Alcatraz.

Except for a few
minor infractions.

And we hereby grant you
your parole.

Are you serious?

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

Congratulations, Twitch.
Thank you.

-Good luck.
-Yeah.

Now keep
that nose clean.

Ain't gotta worry
about me.

CHERISE: Bernard. Bernard!

Itchy. Okay. I mean,
come on, really,

I ain't got no time for games.
What's up? Where is it?

-Just...
-I see that big old box,
where is the gold?

-I don't see it.
-Shut up and just help me.

Help you? You're big enough
to help yourself.

-Just grab it. Ready?
-Uh-huh.

Here we go. (GRUNTS)

-Oh, my God!
-Shit. Shit!

Is it... It's gold.

-It's really here, baby.
-Oh!

You did it. Baby.

I can't believe it.
You did it.

Twitch. Mmm.

Oh! Twitch.

-We're rich, baby.
-We're rich. We're rich.

-What?
-We better get this
outta here quick.

-Oh!
-Look at this. Oh!

-Let me count my money.
-Oh, it's your money, Bernard?

-Yeah, it's my money.
-That's what
I'm talking about.

-What...
-Oh! Just bring the money
to the car. Hurry up.

-You wouldn't help me dig,
you wouldn't...
-I ain't helping nothing.

When you was in the jail
you was crying,

I risked my life for you,
and you wouldn't help.

Help me get this
outta here.
Get your ass back here.

WOMAN: Oh, yeah?
What you want? I know

-whatever you want.
-Dude, you look tight.

Thank you, this is
my Snoop Dogg look.

I'm gonna tell you something.
You put this in your pocket,
all right?

And you don't give it
to your ma or pa
and don't buy no drugs.

You'll be all right.
Go on, now.
You enjoy yourself, boy.

-Hey.
-Hey, Twitch. Hey, Cherise.

-Hey, Burke.
-What's up?

Same old, man.
How about you?

You don't notice nothing
different about your boy?

You know,
come to think of it

-you are a hell
of a lot uglier.
-(CHERISE LAUGHS)

That's not funny.
What you laughing at?

-Very funny.
-Anyway.

If 80 million
will make you this ugly,
you need a facelift.

-Only 80?
-Well, actually it was more.

-We put the other 80
into a separate account.
-For you.

-Eighty million?
-Oh, shit.
It wasn't my idea.

CHERISE: Yes, it was.
Stop lying.

-Eighty million dollars?
-Shh!

You gotta keep that
on the low,
they might think I stole it.

-Man, keep it on the low.
-I don't know
what to say, guys.

CHERISE: Well,
we owed you, Burke!

You make sure you push
some of that up now.

You got that beautiful
little daughter of yours.
Now, college is a killer.

Don't you worry, guys.
I will.

CHERISE: You gonna be okay
in here?

I'm gonna be just fine,
darling.

They transferred Cortez.

(LAUGHS)

See, that's what that boy get.
Something was wrong with him.

He had a real serious problem,
you know.

But check this out,
I had an idea.

How would you like it
if I went and got
your daughter

-and brought her to you
for Christmas?
-Bernard!

You guys don't have
to do that, now.

Oh, that's not far at all.

Missouri is a hop,
skip and a jump away
when you're in first class.

Now, you know we supposed
to be going to see Mama
for Christmas.

Like I said,
it sounds like a great idea
to come here for Christmas.

Oh, don't you disrespect
my mama like that!

I said we're gonna take
his daughter here to see him,
that's what we gonna do now.

No, we not.
Not on no Christmas,
we ain't.

I don't know
who you think you are.
Stop calling me "woman".

How many times
I gotta tell you
to stop calling me "woman"?

TWITCH: All high and mighty!
CHERISE: What's your problem?

You ain't got no blame
like me. You been trouble.

-Well, you should've never
called me.
-I gonna never call you. Ever!

-I don't want to...
-Ever since you put
on this little hat...

TWITCH: Anyway, Burke,
we're going.
CHERISE: We're...

TWITCH: You don't talk
to me like that!

CHERISE: Man, I don't wanna
talk to you.

CHERISE: You ain't got
no say in this. I know...
TWITCH: Whatever! Whatever!

* 'Cause I missed
A court date
Yeah, sometimes I wonder

* Will I ever see the light?
But I know life's a match
And I ain't losin' this fight

* I gotta keep
the hustle going
Gotta keep my money flowin'

* I'm half past dead

* Tryin' to see
where I'm goin'
Ain't the best way to be

* But the streets
Are all I know

* When it's time to go
Oh, you think it's a game?

* Don't believe the hype
You can call me a criminal
But I'm a thug for life

* So before you try
to judge me
and say that I'm wrong

* Take a second to just listen
to the words in this song

* It's easier said than done
over here where I'm from

* So they hold us down
and lock us up
and shoot if we run

* Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
I'm tryin' to find a way

* Tryin' to get control
of my gang

* Can you hear me?
Said it ain't that easy

* Nothin's guaranteed
So I'm livin' day by day
Can you hear me?

* Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
I'm tryin' to find a way

* Tryin' to get control of my
gang

* Can you hear me?
Said it ain't that easy

* Nothin's guaranteed
So I'm livin' day by day

* You can try explain
What I just don't understand

* I've been through it all
Tryin' to be a changed man

* When all else fail
It's only one way to go

* So I turned back to hustling
'Cause it's all I know

* All I breath,
Matter of fact
I eat and sleep

* And every night
I pray to God

* My soul to keep it
'Cause I'm livin' my life
Not knowin' what's ahead

* So I gotta get my bread
And keep my family fed
Hell, I pray for help

* Pray for help
'Cause I'm to the point now

* Where I can't even
Trust myself

* Oh, you think it's a game?
Man, I'm tryin'
To survive, yo

* Just until Five-0 come
A-knockin' on my front door

* Throwin' me down
Puttin' locks on my wrists
I'm asking questions

* And they answer with this
Get us back to the cell
Dress in orange cloth

* But you can trust
When I'm free

* I'm pickin' up
Where I left off

* Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
I'm tryin' to find a way

* Tryin to get control of my
gang

* Can you hear me?
Said it ain't that easy
Nothin's guaranteed

* So I'm livin' day by day
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?

* I'm tryin' to find a way

* Tryin to get control of my
gang

* Can you hear me?
Said it ain't that easy
Nothin's guaranteed

* So I'm livin' day by day
I can't trust nobody
'Cause I'm gettin' money

* Till the day they find me
I will be hustlin'
Hustlin'

* I can't trust nobody

* 'Cause I'm gettin' money,
Till the day they find me
I'll be hustlin', hustlin' *