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[waves churning, seagulls cawing]

[soft solemn music]

♪ ♪

- There is something about it...

a sunset.

That burning ball of light.

A force of nature, like time itself.

When it starts to fade and darkness falls...

It makes you feel insignificant.

I must own my demons.

And deep down, all I ask for is...

forgiveness.

[thrilling music]

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

[dog barking in distance]

[grunting]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[people chattering in distance]

[motorcycle revs]

- Wassup with it?

♪ ♪

[people chattering, louder]

[crowd clamoring]

- That's my dawg. Who gettin' dropped?

Who you got? You hear me?

I got five on the little kid, eh?

All right, let's see that money.

[dog barking aggressively]

[audio muffles]

[crowd clamoring]

- Good? Good?

Yeah, let's scrap!

- Let's go, baby.

- [grunts] - Yeah, get in there!

Kick him.

- Whoo, look at him go!

[speaks Spanish]

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on, man.

- Son! - Oh!

- Get your hands up, son!

- Bitch, let's do this!

- From below, man, from below!

Get in there! - Man, that's easy money!

- He don't want no more!

- [grunts]

- Ground him! - Yeah!

- Take him there! Right, take him!

- All right, let's go, let's go! Break that motherfucker's ass!

- [straining]

- You gonna take that, Stray? Let's go, baby.

- Get up, motherfucker! Come on, man!

- Get down! - [grunts]

- Yeah! - Gonna bust him!

[audio muffles]

[groans]

- Oh, shit! He's fucking broken!

[crowd jeering]

- [gasping]

- Oh, yeah, motherfucker, drag him!

Oh, yeah! Get that motherfucker.

Choke his ass! Kill him!

- Let's go, Stray. Let's go, Stray.

[heartbeat thumping]

[audio slows down, muffled]

[heartbeat thumping faster]

[dog barking in slow motion, muffled]

- [grunting]

[grunting]

- 'Ima break you on somethin', Stray!

I got you, kid.

I got you.

- I lost all my fucking money, man.

That's some bullshit!

- Hey, Estelle, I think I found your guy.

[crowd cheering]

♪ ♪

[faint electronic music]

♪ ♪

- Right, then at least, like, 20 though.

[motorcycle revving]

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey.

- I'm here to see Estelle.

- Arm's up.

He's coming up.

[lively electronic music]

♪ ♪

- Go make some noise!

We got that DJ goin' in with some heat!

♪ ♪

- Sit here.

- Hey, sweetie.

- Can I just get a beer? - Yeah.

Here you go.

- I want tequila por fa!

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- Hey. - Hey.

- I haven't seen you in here before.

- It's not really my type of place.

- Did you get kicked out of your regular spot?

I'm Lexus.

You wanna dance?

- I'm sorry, I'm not really much of a dancer.

I mean, I could, uh,

probably bust out a worm or something,

but it doesn't really look like there's enough space,

you know?

- What's your name?

- I'm Stray.

- Hey.

Let's go.

- Sorry.

You got a cell?

- You want to book me, you can go out the club.

- Look, I don't really know what that means.

Can I just take you out?

Get something to eat?

Go somewhere with a bit more space?

- Yo?

You didn't fucking hear me?

[muffled chatter]

- [chuckles] Yeah.

We've all heard what Freddie's doing in midtown.

Right.

Well, that's cute.

He has to understand that it's still my territory.

If they don't want to play by the rules,

they can't play the game.

Sorry about that.

You like games, Stray?

- Nah.

- No?

How about we play one?

Humor me.

Russian roulette?

[laughs] No, I'm kidding.

We'll start with something easy...

basic.

Truth or dare?

Truth... or dare?

- Truth.

- Truth.

You've been making quite a name for yourself

in the yard fights.

Do you find knocking out bums for pocket change

a sustainable way to make a living?

Truthfully.

[light chuckle]

[machine whirring]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Mm.

[clicks tongue]

Those eyes.

I used to be like you.

A fighter.

Although back then, I couldn't defend myself.

I can give you something worth fighting for.

[cell phone vibrates]

Your ride is here.

Cuda, he's out front.

Hey, Stray.

You fight for me, I fight for you.

It's a simple offer.

I dare you to take it.

[electronic music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey.

You Cuda?

[car engine rumbles]

It's a nice car.

I mean, everybody knows about the Challenger,

but the Barracuda's slept on if you ask me.

That lady, she didn't mention anything about money.

- At least 23 people were shot outside a nightclub.

Two of the victims have died.

Two others in critical condition.

Men wearing masks jumped out of an SUV, sprayed the crowd--

[engine clicks]

- [sighs]

- You gonna fill me in?

- Ronnie Fennech.

Gambling debts.

- The "South Beach Slugger." - Mm-hmm.

And a huge motherfucker.

Why don't you go and introduce yourself?

[lighter clicks]

[car door thuds]

[vehicles whooshing past]

- Hey.

You got a light?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[car alarm blaring]

[car engine starts]

[both grunting]

Sorry.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[muffled shouting]

- Hey!

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Young fucking punk!

You got me with a cheap shot!

Goddamn motherfucker.

[radio crackles]

[The Korgi's "Everybody's Got To Learn Sometime"]

- Wait till I get my hands on you.

[muffled shouting]

- ♪ Change your heart ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Look around you ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Change your heart ♪

♪ ♪

♪ It will astound you ♪

♪ ♪

- You goddamn motherfucker!

[engine clicks]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Like the sunshine ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Everybody's got to learn sometime ♪

- I got asthma! It's real fucking bad.

Hey. Hey!

[coughing] Ha!

[grunting]

[groans]

I'm gonna kill you, bitch. You hear me?

Motherfucker. You're a dead man!

You're a dead man, motherfucker!

You're a dead man. I'm a made man.

You know who you fucking with?

I'm Ronnie fucking Fennech, motherfucker.

Welterweight champion of the world, you understand?

- Is that right? - Cuda?

- Ronnie, tonight you are nobody.

- Cuda? When did you get out?

Man, I didn't do nothing, I swear.

I'm gonna get the money, all right, I'll pay her back.

I'll pay her back, I swear.

I did everything she asked while you were locked up.

Call Estelle. Call Estelle!

She knows me, man. She knows me.

You know me. - I know I know you.

I know you.

You know, and everybody knows that normally,

you have been where I am right now.

- Yeah.

- And also, you know that where I am now

there is no space for mercy, Ronnie.

- Cuda, please man.

Please! - Fuck you!

[gunfire]

[body splashes]

- ♪ Everybody's got to learn sometime ♪

♪ ♪

- He never did shut the fuck up.

♪ ♪

You wanna pray or something?

♪ ♪

[engine rumbles]

♪ ♪

- Golf?

- Golf.

[car door slams]

[bell dings]

- Yes, yes, I'm coming.

Cuda.

- Olivia.

- Not like you to have company.

Hm?

So just 100 balls for you and that bad boy out back?

- What time is it?

- [chuckles]

3:30.

- No, Olivia.

What time is it?

- Well, now that you asked me like that,

I think my watch is broken.

11:30.

- That's right.

- Sure thing, sweetheart.

You know I always got your balls, Cuda.

- You want to tell me what we're doing here?

- You know golf is about patience.

Timing.

[golf stick whooshes]

[ball thuds softly]

Keeping your cool.

Obviously, you lack all of these qualities.

- Shit's goofy. - Yeah.

- Awesome.

[club clangs on ground]

- I want my money, not a fucking golf lesson.

- If someone ask you where you were tonight--

Psst, hey--

- Golf. - That's right.

Now get the fuck out of here.

[school bell rings]

- But changing topic, how was Warren?

- Oh, nah. - Really?

- Totally, yeah, yeah, yeah. - What did you do?

- I don't want to talk about it.

- Why not? - No, no, no.

- How was class?

- Well, Donny was messing around like usual.

- Oh, my God.

Dad?

- That's your dad?

- Wasn't he supposed to be in jail?

- I'll catch up with you later, okay?

Give me a sec.

- Okay, see you.

- Hey, Lola.

How are you, baby?

Whoa.

What is that on your nose?

- I got it pierced.

- When?

- What are you doing here?

- Well, I just wanted to come and see you.

I have some tacos.

- I don't eat that stuff anymore.

I'm vegan.

- Since when?

I mean--I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, uh...

God, you're--

I mean, you're growing up so quick, you know?

Uh, what do you think if we just, uh, take a drive

and I don't know, just somewhere,

just to spend some time together.

- Uh, no, my bus is here.

- Yeah, that's right, uh...

Well, your birthday is coming up.

This is a special one.

- What makes this one any different?

You've missed all the others.

[somber music]

- All right, uh, listen.

Take this.

♪ ♪

I thought you-- you may need a dress

or something for your party.

- I got to go.

- Yeah.

I love you.

♪ ♪

[Uno Hype's "Leave"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Why are you here now? ♪

♪ Didn't even call before you showed up ♪

♪ This must be magic, this is a movie ♪

♪ Ripped a page out of my notebook ♪

- Thank you.

- ♪ Why are you here now? ♪

♪ Why are you here? ♪

♪ This must be magic, this is a movie ♪

♪ This remind me of my first cut ♪

♪ I'm turning off my phone, I don't think I'm coming home ♪

♪ The streets, I'd rather roam 'cause you was doing me wrong ♪

♪ And I don't mean to pout about it ♪

[car horn honks]

♪ This was supposed to be forever ♪

♪ And you not about it ♪

♪ But then a flower sprouted ♪

♪ I met my light, so no more power outage ♪

♪ She uplift me 'cause you left me cut ♪

♪ Buck-fifty, now I'm cruising 'round a buck fifty ♪

♪ Admit I cried 'til my ducts emptied ♪

♪ Goddamn, I was feelin' like a truck hit me ♪

♪ Aw, man, I shoulda known ♪

♪ That this shit iffy, it gets sticky ♪

♪ But at least you coulda gave it a try ♪

- There you go. Thank you.

- ♪ And I'm drownin' my pride ♪

♪ Why you do that boy like that? ♪

♪ He only meant good ♪

♪ Now he walk around confused, feeling misunderstood ♪

- I saw you!

- I didn't take anything. - Give me this!

- I didn't take anything! Stop!

Give me my bag back please! I didn't take anything.

Give me my bag. - I'm calling the police!

You are a thief! - Hey, ladies.

- Lady, let go! - Lady, lady, lady, lady, lady.

Hey, there is no need for that.

I'll take care-- - But she's a thief!

- I know. I'll take care of her, you know?

This--this should cover everything, all right?

You fine with that? Yes, you are.

For that price, I'm gonna take even this shirt.

All right? Okay, good.

Hey, uh...

take this.

Are you okay?

- Thanks for bailing me out.

- Where are you from?

- Atlanta.

- Well, that's a long way from home.

What's your name?

- Billie.

- I am Cuda.

I am from Miami.

How old are you? - 18.

- Really? - 15.

I'm kinda hungry.

Is there, like, a Wendy's or something around here?

- Yeah, something. [chuckles]

What type of foods do you like?

- Um, I'll eat anything.

- Anything. Anything is good.

- Yo, Eric! [knocks]

It's me, Stray.

[TV playing faintly]

Bro, I can hear you.

Look, I got your money, like a whole month's rent.

- Bullshit. - I ain't playing.

I got it all.

- [chuckles] Slide the money under the door.

- For real? Just open the door, Eric.

[doorknob clicking]

- Under the fucking door!

Keep it coming!

- There, that's 500.

Now, give me my keys.

- Wait!

You fuck me one more time,

and I burn your goddamn mattress,

you fuck!

You look like shit.

- See you around, Eric. - Yeah, vlaka.

[indistinct muffled chatter]

[loud crash]

[rock music playing on radio]

- Hey, I got that crystal you like.

[muffled laughter]

[door creaking]

- You have two new messages. [beep]

First new message. [beep]

- Hey, Jimmy Magner here from pax civil.

I just want to say that we won't be having any more work.

Sorry to do this to you at such late notice

but um, good luck with it all.

[fridge slams shuts]

- Next message. [beep]

- Hey, this is Lexus.

I got a missed call from this number,

so I'm callin' back.

Okay, bye. [beeps]

- End of new messages.

[Latin pop music]

- All right.

[chuckles] Best tacos in Little Havana.

And even better with salsa verde over here.

- Mmm.

Yeah. This is fire.

- They're not supposed to be that hot, you know.

- [faint chuckle]

No, fire means like, "It's amazing."

- That's right. "Fire."

- Mm-hmm.

[indistinct arguing in distance]

- Back up! Back up off me!

Back up! Motherfucker. Fuck you, bitch !

- Um, where's your mother?

- She's dead.

- I'm sorry.

How?

- She was on the pipe.

And I went to foster care but um, the man that um--

I had to get out of there.

- Fuck y'all going?

- Do you have any kids? - Yeah.

A daughter. - Mm.

- Just your age.

- What's her name?

- Lola. - Mm.

- Her birthday's next week. - 16?

- Yeah. - Oh.

- Can I ask you, um, what would you want for your birthday?

- 16 is the shit. Well, what does she like?

Well, whatever it is, just make sure that it comes

from your heart, you know?

Like something only you can give her.

- Billie, um...

these streets are not safe for a girl your age.

Is there anywhere I can take you?

A friend? - No.

- Okay.

Er-- wait for me here.

Hey, good evening.

- Hey. Hello there!

- Just a-- just a regular room. - Mm-hmm.

And what's the duration of your stay?

- Uh, just till the end of the week and--

let me see here--

maybe, maybe a little bit longer.

- Oh. In cash.

Perfect.

[banging]

Okay, this is for you.

Perfect.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- So, uh, you have a room...

and uh...

You know what?

Take it.

And the room has been paid for until the end of the week, so...

Take care of yourself.

- So how long have you been in Miami?

- You got me.

There weren't too many noodle joints where I grew up.

- Where's that?

- Idaho.

- Isn't that, like, potato country?

- Yeah, blue collar.

Mountains and valleys.

Where I was from, we only had a population of about 1,000.

Kind of place that's got more churches than restaurants.

What about you?

- North Carolina.

- It's like, um, NASCAR country, yeah?

- Yeah, but I don't really like fast cars.

- Better sell my Lambo then.

- [laughs]

So what's your name?

Stray?

That's not a real name. - I'm sorry.

Lexus?

- My name is Sloane.

- I like it.

- Come on, what is it?

- Ricky.

- Aw, Ricky.

That's cute.

I like it. - It's goofy.

Is that a gun?

- Mm-hmm.

I don't trust so many people in this city.

- That makes two of us.

- What do you do again?

- I fight.

- I wanna show you something.

[slow electronic music]

[fence squeaks]

♪ ♪

What?

- You bring all your dates here, huh?

- Every single one of them, actually.

Nah, I just thought you needed some more space for that worm.

- [chuckles] Nah, I can't.

- Okay.

Though you did seem pretty confident last time we talked.

- All right.

I haven't done this shit in years though.

- Dance.

- [grunting]

[both laughing]

♪ ♪

[soft piano music playing]

[faint chatter]

- Hey.

- I am so sick of this, Cuda. Enough.

- Medina, please. What's up with--?

- Lola isn't a little girl anymore, Cuda.

She knows who her father is, who he really is.

- Well, that doesn't mean that you can take her away from me,

you know? - Of course it does.

Look. - Oh.

- It's bad enough you want to try

and buy her with some money.

What kind of money, Cuda? - I--I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- You're stained with the life that you live.

A criminal.

- Well, you know, I came here because--

- I know.

Lola's birthday. - That's right.

- Her sweet 16.

- And I would like to buy her something,

take her for dinner,

you know, just do normal things that a father

would do for his daughter.

- I know you're hurting, but I'm not gonna let Lola

be your medicine. You got locked up.

You left us.

Remember that? - Yeah, I remember.

I got locked up, yeah.

I got in jail, and when you get in jail,

that's what happen, you know?

Then you don't see anybody outside of jail.

Who is it?

- Camaron Gaskelle.

A little known, somewhat hermetic artist.

Arguably could have rivalled some of the greats.

Apparently never left his home.

Lived with a bunch of cats.

- Hey.

- You following with me, man? - I saw your car.

Look, I'm sorry I wasn't professional.

[car horn honks] [bangs on hood]

- Asshole!

Yeah, keep walking, pussy fuck! - Look, man.

I'm down to play golf or tennis.

Whatever you want.

Hey, I really feel I can do this.

- Yeah, good. Oh, Jesus.

[sighs]

[engine turning over]

[tapping on glass] [engine turning over]

Puta madre.

What? - Turn it over.

[engine turning over]

Could be your ignition switch. - Yeah.

- It's your starter motor. - No, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, listen.

I don't like you messing with my car.

Hey? I'll call a tow.

- Patience.

- [under breath] Patience.

[laughs]

[humming melody]

- Try that. - Yeah.

[car engine rumbles]

[engine revs]

Whoa.

- I really need this job.

- Yeah, okay.

- Just give me a chance.

- Right, listen. I--I have some work

coming up in the next couple of days,

you know, that you can help me with.

Maybe.

- ♪ Color me, color me, color me, color me ♪

♪ Black out, it's a black out ♪

♪ Unchained and we back out ♪

♪ Feel like a savior to many ♪

♪ My people, my struggle, your soul feelin' empty ♪

♪ I've been at it since just a young nigga ♪

♪ This me ventin', I ain't done with it ♪

♪ Steal the culture and they run with it ♪

♪ Self-hatred made y'all complacent ♪

♪ Pay attention what you put your faith in ♪

♪ Dollar bills with no Black faces... ♪

[knocking on door]

♪ Black fathers get thrown in cages ♪

[banging on door]

♪ TV screens still-- ♪

- Hello?

[door creaks]

- Room service.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Billie?

[door creaking]

- No, no, no, I didn't get anything.

[screaming]

♪ ♪

[screaming]

- Fucking bitch!

- [crying] No, no!

- Shut the fuck up!

- [crying] No!

No! - Come here!

[lamp clatters]

[faint crying, screaming]

- Bitch!

- [sobbing] Please!

Please!

[screaming]

[birds chirping]

- Hey.

- [speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

♪ ♪

[tense electronic music]

♪ ♪

- Do you have any kids?

- Yeah, a daughter.

Just your age.

- What's her name?

- Lola.

Her birthday's next week.

[car revving loudly]

♪ ♪

[tires screeching]

- These streets are not safe for a girl your age.

Is there anywhere I can take you?

- No.

[police sirens blaring]

♪ ♪

[crowd clamoring in distance]

- Right there, right there.

[engine clicks]

[crowd cheering]

- See you later.

- Didn't think you'd come.

[panting]

See that?

[car engine rumbles]

♪ ♪

You good?

You look like you didn't sleep last night.

- I met a girl, and uh--

- Well, shit, you don't look too happy about it.

- No, no, no. Not like that.

She's a child.

She was just shoplifting down there in Ocean Drive.

She's a runaway.

I gave her some money, put her in a hotel,

and uh, now she's, uh-- she's gone.

And I think that someone's taken her.

- I mean, I don't know this girl.

Judging by what you're saying, I mean, she could be

ducking the cops, or a pimp.

Fuck, man.

Half the kids out here these days are base heads.

- There is something about her.

She's very young.

She's someone's daughter, you know?

- I hear you.

I just don't think there's anything you can do about it.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter, silverware clinking]

♪ ♪

- [speaking Chinese dialect]

[indistinct chatter]

- Cuda.

I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow.

- It's the same time every week, Ling,

so don't bullshit me with that Chinese calendar stuff.

- No problem, I just want to find some extra cash

for you, okay? - Yeah.

- One, two, three, four...

Okay, no problem.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it, hold it, hold it.

Where did you get that? - What?

- The money clip, where did you get it?

- It's mine. It's my money clip.

- No, no I gave it to a friend of mine, a little girl.

Where did you get it? - Uh...

[plate-ware clattering]

- He asked you a fucking question.

- My friend, he gave this to me.

- Who the fuck is your friend? Who is your friend?

- I don't understand. - Who gave it to you?

- He owns a pawn shop in--in South Miami.

58th Street.

It's an antique. it's a real gold--

- And it's mine, so don't fuck with me!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[cellphone ringing]

- Cuda, it's Estelle.

Come to my place first thing in the morning and bring Stray.

It's important. [cellphone beeps]

[car engine rumbling]

- Yeah, I had a good time.

Yeah, no, I just--

said that, I gotta go, all right?

Yeah, okay, all right, bye.

- Who's the girl?

- Only just met.

- She's one of Estelle's?

- You have been around a while, huh?

- You like her?

- Think so.

- Well, if you are serious about her,

you know, I'd find a different line of work.

- You really think you're the one who

should be giving life advice?

- Of course I am.

[chuckles]

If you were just as--

just half as much as you think you are,

you--you'd go and make a real life for yourself.

- A real life? - Yeah.

What do you want to make of yourself?

- I don't know. - No, what do you want?

Really. Think about it.

What do you want?

- I want...

A world where I don't have to fight for a place in it.

- A life worth living?

That is good.

You know, you fixed this car pretty good.

You can try that for a living, right?

- A grease monkey?

- It's better than a stray dog, huh?

A fucking punk.

Come on. [chuckles]

[whistles]

We're just from South side. - Excellent.

- Yeah.

- Look at this, the mentor and his protege.

How's he coming along, Cuda?

- Uh...

he's doing well, yeah.

- He's doing well?

That's rare in a man these days.

And yet, you're just a boy, aren't you?

[machine whirring]

[machine beeping]

Can I get you something, darling?

- No.

Thank you.

- [chuckles]

So polite.

Oh, I know, Cuda.

Why don't you dress him up in one of your suits?

- They're not really my taste.

- Some would say he's old fashioned,

a relic, even,

but we know our friend Cuda...

[lighter clicks]

Is a classic.

[exhales]

There's a new outfit out of midtown.

- What are they running?

- Everything's online now.

You've seen these kids.

Digital currencies, cyber fraud, deals on the dark web,

but they've got a good system.

Pulling in over 100 a day. - So another lease?

- These aren't duffel bag boys. They're independent.

It's a new world out there.

They just don't realize it's still mine.

- You said midtown? - Mm-hmm.

- I know some people around that area.

- Oh. Do you?

[chuckles]

What do you think, Cuda?

Shall we let Stray take this one on his own?

- Sure.

Suit yourself.

I have something to do, anyway.

[car horns blaring]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[car engine rumbles]]

[tires screeching]

♪ ♪

[gun clicks]

- [whistling melody]

[bell rings] Hey!

What the fuck, man?

What the fuck, what are you--

- Where is she?

- I don't know what you're talking about, man!

[screams]

Freddie! It was Freddie's guy!

- Where do I find Freddie?

- There's an old cookie factory in the industrial block!

Midtown.

Come on, please, I swear, I don't know anything!

I had nothing to do with it!

- You have everything to do with it.

[gunshot]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[car engine rumbling]

[engine revs]

[knocking]

- What are you doing here?

Estelle said I could handle this.

- Well...

She told me to keep an eye on you.

[muffled electronic music]

♪ ♪

[loud knocking]

[metal rattling]

Freddie?

♪ ♪

- ♪ I need big money, big cheese,

♪ Big whips, all that shit ♪

♪ All that shit ♪

♪ All that shit ♪

[indistinct radio chatter]

- ♪ All that shit ♪

♪ All that shit ♪

♪ All that shit ♪

- [distant screaming]

- [sobbing]

- ♪ Back on my, back on my, back on my, yo ♪

♪ Back with my click, friend is selling that shit ♪

- No, wait--

- Stay down, bitch!

On your fucking knees! - No!

- ♪ Someone taking a trip ♪

♪ Fuck your wife and your kids ♪

- Take that shit, you nasty motherfuck!

[grunts]

- [moaning]

- You like what you see?

- [moaning]

[door creaking]

[door slams]

- No, no, no more, stop.

- Shit, look who it is.

- 'Sup, Pay-Check?

- You lost, Stray?

- This Estelle's people? - Mm-hmm.

- Take a seat.

- Thank you.

- You got to make this quick.

- Who the fuck are you supposed to be?

- This one of them scrappers from the boatyard fights.

Took a bite out of Big Philly last week.

- He don't look like much to me.

- Shit, but he fight like a dog, you hear me?

- Your boss,

she got some crazy ideas in that head of hers.

Talking like she trying to take a cut of my shit.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Now, look.

Looks like you've been around the game a long time.

What you think about that?

- You don't stay in the game this long

without playing by the rules.

- [scoffs]

Motherfucker, this is a trap house.

- That's right.

- It ain't no rules.

I wouldn't be sitting where I am today if I played by the...

Rules.

- You know, it...

looks real nice,

you know, from over here.

It's beautiful.

♪ ♪

- We met before?

♪ ♪

You do a bit in Santa Rosa?

I remember you.

Barracuda motherfucker.

Used to run with them Latin Kings...

until they flipped on you.

Tried to get you knocked.

But you took out three of them in the shower

on some old...ice pick shit.

- Let go of me! Let go of me!

Let go of me!

[sobbing]

♪ ♪

You set me up!

You fucking piece of shit!

You fucking piece of shit!

Let me out!

[door slams]

- What up, killa?

- You fucking-- you fucking piece of shit!

- You see something you like?

You see, I got all type of girls.

Black girls, white girls...

- Please, please, please, stop.

- Little girls.

- Everybody got their poison, you hear me?

Me, I like it when they got a little bit of fight in them,

you hear me?

- Stray, tell this, eh...

silly fucking white boy

I hear him just fine.

♪ ♪

[gun clicks]

- Hey, man, shut the fuck up before I split that wig

of yours, motherfucker.

♪ ♪

- You done?

- [hisses] Andre.

Bring my bag. - [grunts]

[door creaks]

[unzipping]

- All of it.

- Dre.

If you motherfuckers knew how to use crypto,

I wouldn't ever have to see you two assholes again.

This cash shit?

Man, this shit fucking dead.

It's all there.

- Good. Gentlemen, my lady.

- Yo.

I'ma catch you later, Cuda.

- Sure.

[door slams]

- [exhales]

Yo, what the fuck was that all about?

You almost got us killed with that shit.

- Yeah.

- Cuda.

Those are some dangerous people.

They do fucked up shit, man.

- That was the girl.

- Who? - Billie.

The runaway I dropped at the hotel?

- No, could've been someone else--

- Yeah, she's 15 years old, you know that?

[dramatic chord]

- Fuck. - I can't leave her there.

- [sighs]

Man, I thought that shit only happened in, like, Russia.

Webcam factories, man.

It's like--those girls we saw.

They're forced to stream on the internet

to creeps all over the world.

- Doing what?

- Dark, dark stuff.

People pay all types of money

for the most fucked up shit, huh?

- Fuckers.

I'll see you upstairs.

- Hey!

[muffled EDM music]

- Let's not even talk about that.

[giggles] What?

[giggling]

- I don't know, like, I was just very determined in life.

I didn't want to break up with him

because he was so good to me.

Like, he even comforted me when I broke up with him,

which was, like, Oh, my God--

[PA feedback whines]

- Lexus.

Come to the red room right away.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [exhales]

[exhaling]

- Do you know how special you are to me?

♪ ♪

How important?

♪ ♪

No one cares about you...

like I do.

Not even close.

I love you.

You belong with me.

He belongs to me.

Remember that.

♪ ♪

[distant dog barking]

[distant siren wailing]

- Ricky.

Hey, what's wrong?

- Nothing.

Just didn't get much sleep last night.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah, it's okay.

[inhales]

I'm just thinking everything that's happened with Estelle.

What she's offering me.

- Yeah, Estelle has that effect on people.

But she's dangerous.

Oh, shit. What time is it?

- Um...

[sighs]

- We slept in. - No.

[lighter clicking]

You slept in.

- I'm going to be late for work.

♪ ♪

How much is in there?

- Half a mil.

♪ ♪

- Frank moving in to the end zone.

Three yard touchdown run, and Miami scores!

♪ ♪

- Cuda, shouldn't you be on a beach somewhere

sipping a Piña colada with one of those

cute little umbrellas?

- Are you aware of what's going on in midtown?

- It's a money factory.

- Oh, it's much more than that, Estelle.

♪ ♪

You know...

there's a level I thought even you wouldn't sink into.

- A man who wears bloody, brain splattered mist as cologne

is going to tell me where I can and can't make my money?

- They've got a little girl in there.

She's barely 15 years old.

- Oh, I see.

Thinking of your sweet little Lola.

- Keep my family out of your fucking mouth.

- [whispers] To be in my mouth

is a privilege.

- No. Not anymore.

[engine rumbling]

- Isn't that your friend's car? - Yeah.

Cuda.

[engine clicks]

- Hey.

Can you just wait here for a minute?

Dancers, they can't really bring anyone in.

- Yeah, all right.

- It's nothing personal.

[car door thuds]

- I know what kind of world it is out there, Cuda.

I've seen it, lived it.

Just like those girls.

And I survived.

- That doesn't mean she will. - [sighs]

Do you know how deep and dark the ocean is, Cuda?

- What?

- All the pretty, colorful fish swim in the warm waters

near the surface, but down below...

That's where the real business happens.

The creatures down below have a special type of blood

to keep them from freezing

so that they can withstand the harsh realities

of their existence

and survive.

Maybe you don't have the same blood we do, Cuda.

Maybe you never adapted to the darkness.

♪ ♪

- That's from Freddie's.

- Excellent.

Doom.

I think it's time to present Cuda

with his retirement package.

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

- [whistles]

- [groaning]

- [grunting]

[straining]

- Fight for me, I fight for you,

and I'll make your dreams a reality.

- [groaning] - [straining]

- [yells]

[glass shattering]

- It's a simple offer.

- [groaning]

♪ ♪

- [yells]

Motherfucker!

[grunts]

[grunting]

[bones cracking]

- [screams]

[screams]

[groaning]

[coughing]

- [grunts]

[glass clinking]

- [labored breathing]

♪ ♪

- [clicks tongue]

Kill him.

- [strained groaning]

- Harder.

- [groaning]

♪ ♪

- [whimpers]

- [grunting]

[gun cocks] - Fuck you.

[gunfire]

- [breathing heavily]

[shouting] Motherfucker!

- [groaning]

- Live like a dog...

Die like a dog. [gunshot]

- [breathing heavily]

- [panting]

- [groaning]

- [labored breathing]

- Grab the bags.

Get the van.

Get out of town, but wait for my call.

I'll meet you soon.

[car engine rumbling]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- All right, dog, be cool out here, man.

- All right, be good, man.

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

[groaning]

[hip-hop music]

[club clattering]

- ♪ Fast money whipping crack, smoke a pack ♪

♪ And I'm kicking back ♪

♪ In the black, and running back ♪

[door creaks]

♪ Go get them back, go get them wack ♪

♪ Tension max, hidden blades, I'm living that ♪

♪ Fast lane, whipping crack, smoke a pack ♪

♪ And I'm kicking back ♪

♪ Street creeping, street sweeping ♪

♪ Flip a blade till you licking ♪

♪ Cook up a rock, she tweaking ♪

♪ Look at her eyes, she peeking ♪

♪ She's screaming, he bleeding, pop the lock and he fleeing ♪

♪ Dropped a pin and he feeding, open up shop for these demons ♪

♪ Yeah, hidden blades, I'm getting paid, no serenade ♪

♪ You getting split, no cavalcade ♪

♪ Just shipped away this hand grenade, get blown away ♪

♪ It retrograde, no petrol stains, I'm renegade ♪

♪ My weapon strange, Pyrex, no less ♪

♪ I'm Chef McKane ♪

♪ I set that flame, I'm Chef McKane ♪

- [groaning]

[gurgling]

- ♪ Ready for war ♪

♪ Ready for war, I'm ready for action ♪

♪ See runaways and I snatch them, you running games ♪

♪ I just grafted them ♪

- Hey, I'm looking for a young, Black, girl,

about 15 years old. Her name is Billie.

She had these-- these, uh, red braids.

You seen her?

- They don't really let us out of here.

- All right, okay, listen.

Key--use them, okay?

Get the fuck out of here.

- ♪ Walk the walk, I got no trough ♪

♪ Like a crony teacher ♪

♪ They school a board, running lines ♪

♪ 100 times through my mind ♪

♪ I gotta find a way to reach you ♪

♪ I gotta reach you ♪

- [grunts]

[growls]

- [yells]

[yelling]

- [labored breathing]

- [grunts]

- You're a fucking dead man, do you hear me?

[gun cocks]

You hear me?

[gunshot]

- Yeah, I hear you.

I hear you.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Tension max, hidden blades, I'm living that ♪

♪ Fast lane, whipping crack, smoke a pack... ♪

- The fuck?

♪ ♪

Pay-Check?

- [screaming]

- ♪ No fun and games, don't run away ♪

♪ You locked in chains ♪

♪ Those runaways, don't run away ♪

♪ My gun will slay, they DOA... ♪

- Dre?

- ♪ I'm running line, another way, no fun and games ♪

- [panicked breathing]

- ♪ No fun and games, those runaways get locked in chains ♪

- Hey, come on, let's go.

[bars rattling]

- ♪ Fun and games till I come and play ♪

♪ So fun and games till I come and play ♪

- Come on, killer.

[grunts]

♪ ♪

[labored breathing]

- Where is Freddie?

[gun cocks]

[gunshot]

[groaning]

- Knew I was gonna see your ass again.

- [groaning]

- Fucked my whole shit up!

- [straining]

- Don't even think about it.

Look at your ass.

Cuda.

I've seen a lot of shit in my lifetime.

I ain't never seen a motherfucker bleed out though.

Wonder how much they'll pay for some shit like this?

[gun cocks]

- [panting]

- Baby girl, listen, put the gun--

what are you doing? You don't need--

- [inhales sharply] [gunshot]

- [grunts] Fuck.

What the-- [groans]

I'll fucking kill you, little hoe!

[labored breathing]

What the fuck--

[straining]

- I trusted you.

You sick fuck.

- I came here to--

to save you.

And the whole thing ended up with you saving me.

- [sobs]

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

- Swear to God, I'm gonna kill you.

- [sobs]

♪ ♪

[sniffles]

- No, no, no, no.

You know, you--you were right.

I am the barracuda.

- [strained breathing]

- And tonight...

is not a night to kill.

It's a night to die.

- [labored breathing]

- Come on. Come on.

♪ ♪

[car engine rumbling]

♪ ♪

- Cuda, you all right?

- Help me.

[groans]

You're taking her with you.

- Where?

- Out of Florida, out of Miami.

Get her out now.

- Cuda, slow down, you're hurt.

We got to get you to a hospital.

- Listen to me.

[exhales]

Drive north.

Dump the van, buy a car.

You have to disappear.

Yeah.

She's got no one.

She needs you.

She needs both of you.

- It's okay.

- You have to find your--

your place in this world.

Isn't life worth living?

[tender music]

♪ ♪

[car door clicks]

- What are you going to do?

[distant seagulls cawing]

- [exhales]

[car engine rumbles]

[engine revving]

♪ ♪

- [sniffles]

[indistinct chatter]

- Happy birthday!

You excited for tonight?

- Um, I don't really like birthdays, but--

- Come on!

It'll be fun. - I guess.

- Mom told me she can drop me off at yours around 7:00,

and then we can go to Cicciolina's.

♪ ♪

[waves churning]

♪ ♪

[seagulls cawing]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[tools whirring]

[birdsong]

[metal clinking]

[car engine rumbles]

[engine revving]

- How much do I owe you?

- It's just a quick fix. Don't worry about it.

- Oh, you're a good man.

I'll make sure she comes back for a full service.

- Of course.

Just book in with the girls, would you?

[The Korgis' "Everybody's Got to Learn Sometime"]

- ♪ Change your heart ♪

♪ It's welling down ♪

- Like, home or here?

- Billie, turn that up.

- ♪ Seize your loving ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Mm, like the sunshine ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Everybody's got to learn some time ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Everybody's got to learn some time ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Everybody's got to learn some time ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Everybody's got to learn some time ♪

♪ Everybody's got to learn some time ♪

♪ Everybody's got to learn some time ♪

♪ ♪

[solemn music]

♪ ♪