All language subtitles for S.S.H.2024.720p.WEB.h264-DiRT_track3_[eng]

(ethereal music)

(lighter striking)

(ominous hip-hop music)

♪ Yo ♪

♪ Yo ♪

♪ I found that blood on me ♪

♪ Dope, then it hit me, babe ♪

♪ What the fuck is in the safe ♪

♪ Gas, I got plenty of that ♪

♪ Cash, I got plenty recs ♪

♪ We fucked, I don't remember that ♪

♪ Bitch must be smoking crack ♪

♪ Hey, yo, don't want none of that ♪

♪ Caught me and you're getting taxed ♪

♪ I was up in Portland ♪

♪ I was smoking like a fucking Rasta ♪

♪ Bad bitch is cooking steak and lobster ♪

♪ I don't want no pasta ♪

♪ Bitch produced a strap ♪

♪ Give you tremor ♪

♪ I might fuck it off you ♪

♪ As your New York alpha run off with your old friend ♪

♪ Then I'm flossing ♪

♪ Yo yo ♪

♪ Yo, dog, he just hit me back ♪

♪ About to mix his whole pack ♪

♪ I got boo-boo, I got threats ♪

♪ And I bet he call me back ♪

♪ I can't believe he tried to match ♪

♪ Hey yo, sir want none of that ♪

♪ Call me and you getting taxed ♪

♪ Dope, then it hit me back ♪

(gun firing)

(group screaming)

(suspenseful music)

(tires screeching) (gun firing)

- Bitch-ass nigga! Man, what the fuck?

These niggas must be crazy.

(suspenseful music)

- Man, bro, they got everything.

We gotta get the fuck up outta here.

- Man, fuck!

Come on, go, go! (man ushering)

(gun firing) (shell clinking)

(downbeat harmonica music)

- [Officer] Yard crew, in on the checkpoint.

Yard crew, in on the checkpoint.

Info now.

(downbeat harmonica music)

- Hey, Crown, get your big ass up, clown.

Time to go.

- [Officer] Anyone on five? Anyone on five?

(door clunking)

- [Guard] Let's go.

(downbeat harmonica music)

- [Officer] You also need to check in at the speaker.

17-01, 17-01, check in with the speaker.

(mellow R&B music) (convicts chattering)

♪ I've been gone for way too long ♪

♪ Trying to find my way back home ♪

♪ Will my family forget about me ♪

- [Guard] Crown, Thomas.

- I know.

♪ But I'm gonna find my way back home ♪

♪ I'm gonna find my way back home ♪

♪ I'm gonna find, I'm gonna find my way ♪

♪ I'm gonna find my way ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Way back home ♪

♪ Guess the only question I can ask ♪

♪ Am I still good enough to rap ♪

♪ Could I be, would I be ♪

♪ Should I be afraid of what ♪

♪ My nigga, just relax ♪

♪ Fear's just the lowest state of mind ♪

♪ How we high and he ain't need a high ♪

♪ How we flying and he don't need to fly ♪

♪ Customized shape the wing size ♪

♪ Why were you going away for days ♪

♪ Why them lines need me to chase ♪

♪ Blood still leaking from my face ♪

♪ Lick my teeth just so I can taste ♪

♪ Locked away, couldn't find a key ♪

♪ Found God, couldn't find me ♪

♪ We can give a fuck times three ♪

♪ I got everything God needs ♪

♪ Strong minds don't fold ♪

♪ Like clean clothes on your floor ♪

♪ Like kick me down and not pick me up ♪

♪ Like school kids around four ♪

♪ That's deep aint it ♪

♪ Keep painting, not eat shit like my teeth staining ♪

♪ Still got that classic flow ♪

♪ It was Navajo and that chief language ♪

♪ I'm sold ♪ ♪ I've been gone ♪

♪ For way too long ♪

♪ Trying to find my way back home ♪

♪ Will my family forget about me ♪

♪ 'Cause I know life still goes on ♪

♪ But I'm gonna find my way back home ♪

♪ I'm gonna find my way back home ♪

♪ I'm gonna find, I'm gonna find my way ♪

♪ I'm gonna find my way ♪

- Welcome to Haywood's.

Can I take your order?

- Damn, can I order a smile first?

- Mm. Welcome to Haywood's,

home of the famous Haywood's Steak and Eggs.

How may I help you?

- Why are you sulking with your cute ass?

Let me get the special, please and thank you.

- Aight.

♪ I'm gonna find ♪

♪ My way back home ♪

(music fades)

(patrons chattering)

(glass thudding)

(Ace belches)

- Eugh! Here.

I hope your hungry ass got enough money

to pay for all of this.

- (chuckles) Oh baby, my face card good everywhere.

- [Precious] Face card?

Nigga, we don't take face cards.

We take debit cards, credit cards, gift cards.

- (chuckles) You so funny.

Go grab Mr. Haywood for me.

- Mr. Haywood is busy.

He ain't got time for you back there.

- Woman, go get Haywood.

Tell him it's Crown, he's back on the bricks.

- (scoffs) Mr. Haywood?

Another broke-ass nigga wanna talk to you.

He right there.

- Tommy Crown?

- I be Goddam.

- Smooth talking Teddy Haywood

- Man, when they let your big ass out the big house?

- Shit, they let me out this morning.

First things first,

I had to come and get that Haywood special.

- Man, I remember when you, Jake and Maleek was so broke,

you would sit right there on that counter

and all three of y'all would split a special.

- [Ace] Yeah, and that's 'til you put us on.

We ain't never had to split another plate again.

- [Teddy] Yes sir.

There's a whole lotta money being made back then.

- Yeah, and a whole lotta trouble too.

- Look man, I know what it's like to just get out.

If you need a job, I mean something legit,

you can work here, I got you.

- Appreciate you, Wood. That means a lot.

- Matter of fact, I'll take care of this.

(paper tearing)

- Er, no disrespect, Mr. Haywood,

but how you ever gonna catch up on your bills?

You keep giving these niggas free lunches.

- Yo, yo, you outta pocket.

- You're right.

I ain't in nobody pocket but my own.

- Hold on now, precious. You don't know who this is.

- What? Another broke-ass nigga looking for a handout?

- Yo, you'd better get her, Wood.

- This Tommy Crown. He a legend.

- (scoffs) A legend?

- [Teddy] That's right.

Tommy still holds the Georgia all-district title

for the most home runs in the season.

And on top of that, him and his boys did a lot of good

for the people in the community.

Put a lot of money in a lot of people's pockets.

- Hm, well if you was putting a lot of money

in people's pockets,

why you look so busted right now, huh?

- Well baby, you do 10 years in the feds,

you tell me how stylish you come out.

- 10 years?

- [Teddy] That's right.

They locked our boy away and threw away the key.

And the streets ain't never been the same since.

- Shit, I don't know, Wood.

I think the streets are better off without us.

- Don't say that, Crown.

You did a lot of bad, but you did a lot of good.

Always looked out for the kids.

And you was always respectful and helpful to the ladies.

You good people.

Matter of fact, hold on, I got something for you.

- [Reggie] Yeah, I knew that was him.

Hey baby, let me go ahead

and get that special to go, alright.

- Okay. I got you.

(footsteps approaching)

- [Reggie] I seen your ass

all the way out there in the parking lot.

It's me, man, Reggie.

Cool Mani's little brother.

(chuckles) It's been 10 years already?

Damn, time be flying. You alright?

They didn't do you dirty in there, did they?

- How you doing, man?

- [Reggie] Man, you know. Just trying to get it.

Working at this warehouse and shit. Little job.

Got a little hustle on the side.

Got some kids now.

- That's good, Reg, that's real good.

(patrons chattering)

- Man, I can't wait 'til I get back to the block,

so I let these niggas know

I ran into a motherfucking living legend!

- Hold up, let's keep this between me and you, alright.

At least until I get settled.

- [Reggie] Alright. Say less.

But you know you're not gonna have any peace

once the niggas know you back.

- There you go.

- Alright. Mm. You know what?

Keep this little change, since you cute.

- Thank you.

- Hey man, holler at me in the streets, aight.

- Alright, man.

- Ace Crown, fresh out.

The real's back, niggas!

(chilled R&B music)

- See you got your eyes on the prize.

- Mm-hm.

What's her story, Wood?

- She a good girl.

She came down to take care of mama.

But her mama died,

so now she just trying to figure out debt

and pay her bills down.

- Mm.

- Trying to figure it out, you know?

- Yeah.

- So she got a boyfriend coming in here?

- None that I seen. I ain't seen nobody come in here.

You know, a lot of the young niggas come in here,

and they try to talk to her.

But she don't pay 'em no nevermind.

- [Ace] Mm.

- [Teddy] Mostly she just do her work and go home.

I want you to have this, Ace.

- Oh, Wood, I can't take this, man.

Didn't she just say something about your bills, man?

- Man, fuck them bills.

Them white folks nailed you to a cross.

They crucified you.

You washed all our sins away.

That's the least we can do.

And you kept your mouth shut.

- That's love, Wood.

- That's 10K to help you get back on your feet.

A lot of things changed since you've been gone

but a lot of things stayed the same.

But let me get my ass back in this kitchen.

(palms slapping)

- [Precious] Well, Mr. Big Shot Ace, you need anything else?

(slow sexy R&B music)

(Precious moaning)

(Ace moaning)

(Precious giggles)

(both moaning)

- Ooh, you smell so fucking good.

(both moaning)

- Mm.

(Precious moans and giggles)

Ooh. Shit. (giggles)

(slow sexy R&B music)

- Shit.

(Ace groans and chuckles)

(Precious groans)

(Precious giggles)

I'm sorry, it's just been...

It's just been a long time.

- Mm-hm.

- No.

- I know.

But look, don't worry about it though.

I mean, after 10 years

I'm surprised your ass lasted that long.

(both laugh)

Mm, but besides, I ain't going nowhere.

- Yeah?

- We got all night.

- Yeah?

- Yeah. (laughs and kisses)

- Now, er, I know we just met and everything,

and, um, I don't wanna be a burden on nobody.

- Okay, well, I don't just be doing this either.

It's just Mr. Haywood ain't got

nothing good to say about nobody.

And the way he was talking about you,

I figured you was a good dude.

You know, I'm a little curious. (chuckles)

- So, er, this your house or...

- (sighs) It's my mama's.

She, er, she died a year ago.

- Mm.

- I don't know, I guess I'm just not...

Not ready to let her go yet.

- Shit, I'm sorry.

- It's cool.

Nigga, I know you don't think I'm a ho.

- Girl, take the damn money.

If I'm gonna be here, I'm gonna pay my way.

- Hm.

(cash rustling)

(Ace sighs)

- (sighs) Okay, but look.

This just 'til you get on your feet, get your own place.

And make sure you clean up after yourself too, nigga.

- (chuckles) I got you.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- You got me?

- Yeah.

- Hm. (kisses)

Show me you got me.

- [Ace] Mm.

- Let's take a shower.

Ooh, okay, you think you strong, huh?

- [Ace] Mm-hm.

- Mm, I like that. (kisses)

(birds singing)

(convicts shouting) (jail door clanking)

- [Guard] Crown? (Ace gasps)

(Ace sighs)

- Shit.

(Ace sighs)

(Precious groans)

- Ooh. (Ace groans)

You okay, babe?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm just...

I'm just glad I'm here.

I thought you might have been a dream.

- Mm, so, what you got planned for today, big shot?

You gonna take Mr. Haywood up on that offer?

- Shit, Imma think about it.

First things first, I gotta see my daughter.

- Wait, what?

Oh, you got a daughter? (chuckles)

- Yeah, Sierra. She's 15.

Hold on a sec.

- Aw.

- Yeah, that's her right there right before I got busted.

(gentle piano music)

Our friends came over,

and they was playing Princess or whatever.

Them folks ran right up in my baby party.

- [Detective] On the ground!

- [Ace] Rifles out and everything.

Lay me down in front of the whole family.

(gentle piano music)

It's like my mom didn't even know I was hustling.

Shit, it broke her heart.

(gentle piano music)

That was the last time I held my little girl.

- Daddy!

- Yeah, her mom stopped bringing her to see me

after a couple years.

I feel like I got a whole lot of time to make up for.

She don't even probably know me no more.

- Look babe, don't even worry about it.

She gonna be happy as fuck to see you.

You know, all little girls need they daddy?

- Oh yeah?

- Mm-hm.

- Mm.

- (chuckles) You got this.

(somber music)

(knocking on door)

- Okay.

(whispering) Oh shit.

Who is it?

- [Ace] It's Ace.

(door clunking)

- Oh my God.

Ace?

- [Ace] Yeah, I'm out.

- Since when? How?

- Shit, I got out yesterday.

You know, I had to stop by your mama house

to get your new address.

I didn't even realize y'all moved.

- Well, I wish you would've called first, Ace.

- I don't have a phone, Lisa. I just got out.

- Hm.

- Where's Cece at?

- (scoffs) Your guess as good as mine. Come on.

- What?

What do you mean?

- What do you mean, "What I mean?"

I said what I said, Tommy.

I'm not gonna be chasing your daughter

up and down the streets.

She wanna be around here skipping school

and being fast, that's on her.

- She's only 15,

and you letting your daughter run the streets by herself?

- I ain't letting her do anything, okay.

I tried to put her in boot camp.

I even tried to put her in juvenile.

She started running around telling these white folks

that I'm abusing her, all type of stuff.

So if she want to think she grown, that's on her.

(Ace sighs)

Mm-mm.

(somber piano music)

(somber piano music continues)

(somber piano music continues)

- So, when's the last time you seen her, Lisa?

- Tommy, about a day or two ago.

- A day or two?

- [Lisa] Mm-hm.

- What type of mother don't know

where her 15-year-old daughter is?

What the fuck is you on right now?

- First of all, Tommy,

don't be coming in here questioning me

about a motherfucking thing, okay.

You've been on vacation 10 whole years

and ain't leave a bitch no money or nothing.

And you know, the homeboys, they were nowhere to be found

because they took the money and ran.

So I had to do what I had to do and start over from scratch

after you promised me you were gonna be here.

So, don't come in here acting like daddy of the Goddam year

after 10 whole years.

'Cause I did what I had to do to put clothes on her back

and food on her table. Okay?

- I ain't about to go back and forth with you, man.

Gimme her phone number.

- She don't have a phone.

I took her phone 'cause she was on punishment.

And then she starts to run off with some little boy.

- Boy?

- [Lisa] Mm-hm.

- What boy?

- Boy, these boy lame as hell.

(sighs) Hey, babe, you gotta get up out that window

before somebody see your ass.

- I just don't understand why you can't take me home.

- I gotta figure this shit out first, babe.

Like, damn, I can't let nothing happen to you.

I gotta protect you.

Fuck, man.

You know I ain't gonna let nothing happen to you.

(phone buzzing)

Hey yo. Who this?

- [Gunz] It's Gunz, bitch.

I guess you been ignoring my calls.

I gotta call you from a private line

just to get an answer now, G?

That's what the fuck we doing?

- [Gutta] Nah, it ain't like that, baby bro.

Look, my shit's almost there.

I just been trying to save my-

- Man, shut the fuck up!

You got my money?

- Nah, not yet. But Imma get it.

- [Gunz] Don't make me come looking for you, Gutta.

(phone beeping)

- Who was that? The boss man?

- Hell yeah.

He mad as a motherfucker.

Yo, I gotta figure this out, bruh.

Gotta get this money.

- Hell yeah.

But you can stay here tonight if y'all need to.

Mama Lou's still outta town.

- For real? Shit, okay then. Bet, bet, appreciate that.

- It's all good. It's all good, gang.

Hey, put your money down on that one too.

I'm about to roll up.

- Boy, you love giving me your money.

I don't understand that shit.

- [Friend] Whatever, nigga.

(gunfire from video game)

(detectives chattering) (distant phone ringing)

- Tommy. (sighs)

Nothing I can do.

According to this file, she's run away several times before.

So give it a few days, I'm sure she'll pop up.

- A few days?

I was down 10 years 'cause of your fraud-ass, Whittaker.

Playing like you was gang,

whole time you was really undercover,

trying to earn your stripes for these white folks.

And you can't do me this one solid?

- I was doing my job, Ace.

And you, you was breaking the law.

You got what you deserved.

- And I guess you deserve all these awards and medals

for busting niggas you called your brothers.

Big promotion and everything.

You owe me, Whittaker,

- I don't owe you shit.

If it was up to me, you would've never got that deal.

And you would've done the whole 30 years, Mr. Crown.

- Alright.

Well, since you know me so well,

you know what's about to happen.

And I'm not about to let this go.

So what's best for everybody, if you help me find her.

- Oh, Ace, please.

Please give me a reason to lock your big ass back up.

Please.

(tense music)

(mug thudding)

(tense music)

(mug thudding)

(somber guitar music)

(no audible dialogue)

(somber guitar music)

(romantic piano music)

(dramatic music)

(romantic piano music)

(children shouting)

- [Kelly] Yeah, like, I don't know

what's wrong with Miss Johnson.

- Yeah, for real. We gotta do eight miles every day.

- Don't you think that's crazy?

- Yeah, eight miles.

- I don't what's wrong with her?

- [Ace] Excuse me. You Kelly?

- Ew! Stranger danger!

I got pepper spray. - [Ace] Chill, chill, chill.

Sierra's dad. I'm looking for her.

- So, I thought you was in jail or something.

- [Ace] Yeah, I got out a couple days ago.

I've been looking everywhere for her.

Have you seen her?

Please, help me.

- Okay, but let's get away from here.

You looking like a whole pedo.

Okay, Mr. Crown, I can give you the tea,

but you gotta promise not to judge,

and not to tell my parents.

I'll deny everything.

- Only thing I care about is finding my daughter. That's it.

- Okay. Story time.

Me and Cece been talking to some boys online

and they a little bit older than us.

- How much older?

- Let's stay on topic, Mr. Crown.

So, we snuck out and went to a little kick back

with them the other night,

and it was Little Boots, everything was a vibe.

Until these dudes kicked in the door and went crazy.

- What?

- [Kelly] It was a whole movie scene.

They stole a bunch of money and they shot some people.

We was so scared we ran outta there.

I ran with my boy and she went with hers,

and I haven't talked to her since then.

And my boy won't answer the phone no more.

- [Ace] Names. I need names.

- Well, her boy name is Gutta.

- What's his real name?

- I don't know. Everyone just call him Gutta.

- [Ace] Okay.

- I need the address to that house.

- Mr. Crown, they like thug niggas or whatever.

You probably wanna stay clear of them.

- Kelly, I'm not playing with you! Gimme that address!

- Please don't tell nobody I told you.

I got a reputation to uphold.

Dang! Rude much!

(tense music)

- That shorty bag is a bitch.

(tense music)

(pounding on door)

Who the fuck is that?

(pounding continues)

- Go handle it.

(tense music)

(pounding continues)

(door clunking)

(ominous music)

- Damn, bro. What the fuck your big ass want?

(body thudding)

(tense music)

- Nigga, is you crazy?

You know where you at?

This mob territory.

- Look, I don't want no trouble.

I'm just looking for my daughter.

Her name is- (gun cocking)

- I don't give a fuck about none of that shit.

Get the fuck outta here.

- Look, please.

Just, if you could take a look at this picture, I-

(gun cocking)

- You heard what the fuck he said.

Get the fuck outta here.

(tense music)

(footsteps shuffling)

(tense music)

(gun smacking) (body thudding)

♪ Move like you armed ♪

♪ Nigga tough as hell ♪

♪ 'Til I pull up with the thump ♪

♪ Thought his ass was gangster ♪

♪ I've a shot that made him crumble ♪

♪ Turn up to a rumble ♪

♪ All those niggas down on their side ♪

♪ It's a bundle ♪ ♪ We ain't ducking no smoke ♪

♪ We pull up at your door ♪

♪ Caught him, beat him bad ♪

♪ Buying woods at the store ♪

♪ Beat him to the floor ♪

♪ Show him he a ho ♪

♪ He must be smoking dope ♪

♪ Fuck, I got more pull than the pope ♪

♪ You ain't ducking no smoke ♪

♪ We pull up at your door ♪

♪ At your door, at your door ♪

♪ We pull up at your door ♪

♪ We ain't ducking no smoke ♪

♪ We pull up at your door ♪

♪ At your door, at your door ♪

♪ We pull up at your door ♪

♪ We just upped the score again ♪

♪ Nah nah nah nah nah ♪

♪ I don't need much ♪

♪ Just a nine and a four fire ♪

♪ Nigga talking shit ♪

♪ But revenge, Imma get mine ♪

♪ Cut the bull, I can hit his ass 54 times ♪

♪ We ain't ducking no smoke ♪

♪ We pull up at your door ♪

♪ At your door, at your door ♪

♪ We pull up at your door ♪

♪ We ain't ducking no smoke ♪

♪ We pull up at your door ♪

♪ At your door, at your door ♪

♪ We pull up at your door ♪

♪ What, what ♪

(music fades)

- Shit.

Sis. Woo.

(chattering from TV)

- [TV Character] That's a weird name for a man.

- Girl, everybody know he like boys but you.

You should've bailed out his ass.

- [TV Character] Are you okay?

(TV character laughing and chattering)

(knocking at door)

(Precious sighs)

- Who is it?

Hell.

Damn.

Ace, what the fuck?

Ace, baby. Baby, are you okay?

(somber music)

(patrons chattering)

(somber music)

Damn, babe.

- Here.

Put this on the back of your head.

Make sure the swelling go down.

(sighs) These young niggas

just don't have no respect no more.

I don't know what'll make your crazy ass

go down there by yourself anyway. (sighs)

We gonna find her, Ace.

Have you talked to Lisa?

- Yeah, I talked to her.

But she ain't worried about nothing

but popping pills and shit.

(Teddy sighs)

- Okay, here he is.

- Who's that?

- Just the man you need to see.

- Is that that nigga? Is that my OG, triple OG Ace Crown?

- Little Jake Savage.

- Man, they done let the beast out the motherfucking cage.

Hey, with all due respect, OG, it's Big Jake now.

- Oh really?

- Yeah, y'all nigga done came up out here.

- (chuckles) Okay, I see you shining.

- [Teddy] Jake got more businesses than me.

He the one took care of your mama's funeral.

- You a solid nigga for that, Jake.

- Ain't no question.

She basically raised all of us.

It was the least I could do.

- What's up with you, Wood?

You straight, you need anything?

- (scoffs) Oh I'm alright.

You don't have to worry about me.

I called you down here 'cause Ace got a problem,

and I knew you had the tools to solve it.

- A problem?

And Imma assume that's the same problem

that fucked your face up.

What's going on?

- Sierra missing, man.

- What?

- Yeah, she been gone for like two days.

And ain't nobody seen her.

I found out that she was at some party the other night

when some laid everybody down.

So I went to check that shit out

and some little wild niggas they did me in, bro.

- Where they at, bro?

Just gimme the address, you know it's done.

- Nah, nah.

I ain't worried about them kids, man.

I need to find out where that nigga Gutta at.

That's who she left the party with.

- Gutta? Man, that shit sounds so familiar.

- And then they were talking some mob territory shit.

- Oh shit!

- What?

- South Side Mob. It's this new little gang.

Bunch of young, reckless-ass niggas running around here.

They ain't got no code, no rules,

but they shooting up everything, dog.

Babies, grannies, it don't matter.

- Jake, we gotta find her, man.

Motherfuckers out here trafficking little girls

and killing 'em and shit.

I heard so much fucked up shit while I was locked up, man,

I, I don't know what I'm gonna do if...

If something happened to her, man.

(patrons chattering)

(birds singing)

(Sierra moans)

- (whispering) Shut the fuck up.

Ssh.

- [Jake] Alright, OG, as you can see,

I kinda made a name for myself.

I'm getting some money and, to be honest,

I owe it all to you.

Whittaker almost had me, man.

(scoffs) He tried to send my up the river.

Then you took that deal.

Bro, you sent us all home.

So I knew when this motherfucker

popped up at the police auction,

I had to get it.

(Ace chuckles)

- [Ace] Jake, come on, man.

(somber piano music)

The cops shot this shit up.

You did all this?

- [Jake] Yes sir.

It took me about a year to get it back right.

But she better than ever now.

And that ain't even the best part.

- Oh, man.

- I even kept the Peacemaker.

- Man, Jake.

You really kept this?

- Hell yeah.

That is going in the street nigga hall of fame.

I know niggas right now still living from the day

you and Peacemaker caught up with their ass. (chuckles)

- Yeah.

- I'm working with you on this one, OG.

Whatever we gotta do to get Cece back.

I even got some vests in there too.

I ain't gonna lie.

I kind of missed this street shit.

(both chuckling)

(doors slamming) Ace Crown.

(ominous music) (door creaking)

(dramatic music) (gun firing)

- Fuck!

Fuck, man!

- How the fuck you mess up on the shot, Twin?

- Fuck!

He got away, man.

(tense music)

Fuck!

♪ All of my bitch they foreign ♪

♪ All of my wins they foreign ♪

♪ All of my diamonds foreign ♪

♪ Get your little bitch behind ♪

♪ Foreign 'cause you won't return ♪

♪ I feel like Kobe and Jordan ♪

♪ Playing that bridge but I'm scoring ♪

♪ Defended by money and glory ♪

♪ All of my bitch they foreign ♪

♪ All of my wins they foreign ♪

♪ All of my diamonds foreign ♪

♪ Get your little bitch behind ♪

♪ Foreign 'cause you won't return ♪

♪ I feel like Kobe and Jordan ♪

- [Server] Hello, are you Mr. Crown?

- Yeah.

- You can follow me.

♪ I swear my little bitch say she love me ♪

♪ I hope that she never will leave ♪

♪ I get emotional sometimes ♪

♪ But I wear my heart on my sleeve ♪

♪ I'm rapping these verses with ease ♪

♪ Sometimes late at night I see demons ♪

♪ She's telling me to take my time when I fucking ♪

♪ 'Cause I hit that pussy ♪

(music fades)

- I see you made it.

(hands slapping)

- Hell yeah.

You always been a bougie nigga, Jake.

Goddam. Man, this motherfucker like James Bond.

- You know what Wood used to tell us.

Men like us create the life we want.

Welcome to my paradise, nigga.

(guests chattering)

So look, I've been trying to find out

as much information as I can about this nigga Gutta.

Seem like he just a young nigga on the come up.

Selling pills, hitting them drugs and shit too much.

His trap did get hit.

And he owe somebody a whole lotta money,

so he on the run.

He got Sierra with him.

- Where at, man?

- I don't know. That's why I've been trying to find out.

Ain't been hitting nothing but dead ends, but...

Hey, if you thinking about going back

to see them young niggas again, I...

I got you.

- [Ace] Nah, man, as bad as I wanna spray that shit up, bro,

I ain't trying to go back to jail, man, um.

Plus, them niggas so young, they know not what they do.

- I respect it.

(chilled hip-hop music)

(phone ringing)

- [Carlson] Whittaker?

You're a sight for sore eyes, you asshole.

What's the word, man?

- Hey, Carlson. (phone thudding)

See you haven't changed much.

- Change? For what?

I'm Awesome. (chuckles)

- Alright, anyway.

Look, are you still doing that, er, that side gig

with corrections?

- I sure am. What can I do for you?

- I need to see if you can give you the prison records

of recently released convict.

Alright, just disciplinary actions, gang affiliations,

all that stuff.

- No problem, old partner. What's the name?

- Thomas Crown, street name Ace.

- Okay, searching now.

Oh, this is that case you popped your cherry on

when you was undercover?

- Yeah, that's the one.

- What's the story behind this guy?

- Well, you know, man,

he was a baseball star in high school and college.

Um, had some hard times, his mom fell ill,

ended up having to leave school to take care of her.

Bills started piling up.

You know, age old adage, bro.

Streets came calling.

Went from a MLB prospect to an MDMA kingpin.

- Mm, I mean, well, it looks like he was a model inmate.

I mean, with the exception of a few fights

when he first arrived.

But other than that, his record is spotless.

Um, oh, I mean, I do see a note

about a possible inappropriate relationship

with a female guard but that's about it.

- Okay, you send that to me?

- On it.

- Thanks.

- So, you putting another case on this fucker?

- Nah, he said his daughter is missing.

Came to me for help.

- [Carlson] That's awkward.

You gonna help him?

- I don't know, man.

I'll hit you later.

(engine purring)

- [Stoner] This goofy-ass nigga though.

Singing motherfucker happy birthday at the French Montana.

What the fuck do these... - This nigga, man.

(both chattering and chuckling)

- [Stoner] Think this nigga going to jail?

- Fuck yeah.

- Hey, man.

We need to get some business or something in here.

Tired of looking at y'all niggas all Goddam day.

Need to see some titties or something.

- Alright, don't got it.

Let me see you try to pull up though.

- So, matter of fact, where my shit at?

(tense piano music)

♪ Shark, they can't fuck with me, no, shark ♪

♪ Shark, watch out now ♪

(moody hip-hop music) ♪ What's the use ♪

♪ Of being a shark, if you ain't shark living ♪

♪ You niggas still doing that you are not living ♪

♪ Not living ♪

♪ Funny style niggas I am not feeling ♪

♪ Not feeling ♪ ♪ I'm about to start ♪

- You niggas ain't getting money like us, man.

South Side Mob get some free.

Hit me up, man.

♪ Imma sock a motherfucker, they can't stand it ♪

♪ Kenny ♪ (bat thudding)

♪ You don't want no problem with this team of mine ♪

♪ Double center rose ♪

♪ I ain't got the belly of this friend of mine ♪

♪ Niggas switched up ♪

♪ Now they hanging with the sucker side ♪

♪ So when I see you niggas ♪

♪ Imma hit you with the fuck you sign ♪

♪ Cheap-ass off-brand niggas don't wanna shine ♪

- Fuck the mob.

♪ Look you in your eyes ♪

(foot smacking) (glass breaking)

♪ Never see no dollar signs ♪

♪ Top college, top scholar ♪

♪ Bring you to the speed of mine ♪

♪ Y'all the type that's unbothered ♪

♪ But nigga, that's a bitch's line ♪

♪ Freelancers flying in ♪

♪ From Minnesota red eye ♪ (fist smacking)

(body thudding) ♪ First class experience ♪

- What the fuck? ♪ That's how killers fly ♪

♪ You can't go to war without no money ♪

♪ It's a suicide ♪

♪ These niggas don't want no money ♪

♪ All they do is water slide ♪

♪ Fame over boss ♪

♪ These niggas rather choose genocide ♪

♪ These niggas will never be as cool as me ♪

♪ Extra certified. ♪

♪ Certified, like the stamp on 1,008 kilogram ♪

♪ If you ever play me like a sucker ♪

- You know who I am, little nigga?

- Yeah, you Ace Crown.

The old heads be talking about you in the hood all the time.

- Yeah, that's OG Ace Crown to you.

Now, I need to know where this Gutta at.

He got my daughter.

- What? Cece your daughter?

- Yeah, nigga, my only child,

and I'm ready to kill something about her.

Speak, nigga.

- Look, I ain't know them girl 15, man.

They told us they was 17.

- [Ace] Man, get to the fucking point.

- Man, I told him to take her young ass home.

Always trying to impress on some simp-ass shit.

(gun cocking) Aight, man, damn.

Look, they at this motel that we be serving at sometime.

It's down there by the waffle house.

Up the street, man.

He got a gray Charger, bro.

Y-you can't miss it.

Goddam!

Hey! Y'all didn't hear that shit from me either, bro.

(phone buzzing)

(Sierra whimpering)

- Hey yo, you gotta shut the fuck up.

I can't think with all that crying and shit.

- Please just take me home.

- No! No!

Them niggas might know where you stay at by now.

Fuck, nigga, just let me...

Just let me figure this shit out.

Stay the fuck away from the window.

(door slamming)

(sighs) Fuck.

What's up, OG?

- Where the fuck is my money?

- [Gutta] Bro, come on.

You gotta gimme some time or something.

- I don't gotta do shit.

- Yo, did you really send somebody

to shoot at me and my girl?

Like, you can't get your money if I'm dead, bro.

- You and what girl?

- Just a little batty I've been fucking with.

- [Gunz] Really? Send me a pic.

- Huh?

- Nigga, is you deaf? Send me a picture!

(Gutta sighs)

- Hm.

Hey, maybe we can make a deal.

Either I get my money and my pills,

or you can just gimme the girl and we can call it even.

- Wait, what?

- [Gunz] What? She about 16? 17?

She worth way more than what y'all niggas

got took from y'all stupid asses.

- Gunz, yo, I can't do that, man.

- Cool, just stay on the run,

'cause there ain't nowhere your ass can hide from me.

- Okay, wait, damn, man.

Shit.

- [Gunz] Drop a pin, nigga.

(sinister hip-hop music)

♪ You wake the big dogs or you get lost, Jack ♪

♪ I told my youngest spin again ♪

♪ Right ♪ ♪ Spin again ♪

♪ Couple bands got them niggas trying to be my friend again ♪

♪ All this motion got me hype ♪

♪ I probably need some Ritalin ♪

♪ I just gotta keep my pipe and focus on my dividends ♪

♪ I told my youngest spin again, spin again ♪

♪ All this white be needing showers ♪

♪ Take the pot and spin again ♪

♪ I don't think we hit them niggas ♪

♪ Turn around and spin again ♪

(music fades) (engine purring)

(hip-hop continues faintly)

- Hey, I think that's it right there.

- It's that gray Charger, right?

- Yep, that's gotta be it.

- Damn, you think she in there?

I ain't seen her in a long time, man.

- [Jake] Hey, hey, hold up.

Who is that?

(suspenseful music)

(knocking at door)

(suspenseful music)

(knocking continues)

- Yeah, who is it?

(gun firing) (Gutta screams)

(body thudding)

Fuck!

(suspenseful music)

- Make it easy

(tape tearing)

(suspenseful music)

(bat thudding)

- Daddy?

H-how are you here?

- I'm gonna explain everything.

I need you to get your stuff. Let's go.

- Hey, Imma need you all

to start making decisions on your own.

What the fuck I pay y'all niggas for?

- You got everything?

- Yeah, I think so. - Alright, let's go.

(gun firing)

(suspenseful music)

- [Sierra] Daddy! Daddy! - Yo, shut the fuck up!

Man, get your ass up, man. - Oh, oh my God. Daddy?

(Sierra screaming) (assailants talking)

Daddy?

(Sierra screams)

Daddy?

(suspenseful music)

Daddy?

Daddy?

(suspenseful music)

Daddy?

(suspenseful music)

- Come on, bro, get up, man.

Did they hit you?

(Ace groaning)

(suspenseful music)

(Ace groaning)

(Gutta screaming)

- Stop, man! Goddam!

- Man, shut the fuck up!

- Why have they snatched my daughter?

Where are they taking her?

- [Gutta] The fuck, man?

(Gutta screams)

Man, I told your big goofy ass I don't know.

- You think I'm playing

about my daughter, nigga? - Oh, shit, motherfucker!

Damn! Fuck!

Okay, okay, okay, okay. - Sit.

Talk!

(Gutta panting)

(gun cocking)

Talk!

- Fuck, man.

(Gutta whimpering)

Man, I sold her, bruh.

- What? (ominous music)

- I sold her, bruh! Man, I sold her!

- You what?

- Man, the nigga Gunz, man.

Man, I-I owe that nigga money, man.

The fuck I supposed to do?

- Gunz?

- Yeah, motherfucker, Gunz. - That's who got my daughter?

- [Gutta] Yeah, bitch.

Fuck!

- Oh shit!

(Gutta panting) (distant sirens sounding)

Man, we almost had her, Wood.

Gunz got her.

- [Teddy] Gunz? Maleek?

- [Jake] Yeah.

- [Teddy] Oh shit.

- [Jake] That's the same thing I said.

- Baby, give us a second.

Grab me some ice.

- Okay. (kisses)

(Ace groans)

- Fuck.

- Man, what this nigga got going on, man?

What does he want with my kid?

- [Jake] Man, he probably don't even know

Cece your daughter.

(Ace groans)

Ever since you been gone,

Gunz ain't had nobody to control him.

That nigga's just been wilding out and shit.

- Yeah, your boy was terrorizing these streets for a while.

Took everything he could by force.

- Yeah, and he into everything though.

Guns, drugs and girls.

(distant sirens sounding)

(police radio chattering)

(distant siren sounding)

(police radio chattering)

(sirens sounding)

(police radio chattering)

- Make sure we get in there.

Alright, I want everything

bagged and tagged. - Ah, shit, man.

- [Officer] Yeah.

- Gregory Townsend. Long time no see.

You wanna fill me in on what happened here?

You know anything about a missing girl?

- Nah. Man, I don't know nothing about nothing.

- [Whittaker] Is that right?

- That's right.

- How about we go down to the station

and check? - (yelps) Come on, man.

Come on with the police brutality, bro.

- Man, I can try to middle man this shit for you.

Me and Gunz, we still cool.

- Please, man, as many times I save that nigga life,

he could parlay with me.

- I got you. Imma set it up.

- Um, Ace, baby, is-is this you?

- [Reporter] In this footage captured on Ring Cam

in Southwest Atlanta... - Nah, baby, that's not me.

- [Newscaster] A masked man... - But that's crazy though.

- Yeah, that real crazy. - [Newscaster] Seen assaulting

men at what's known to be a drug house.

- Y'all motherfuckers must think I'm stupid.

(patrons chattering)

(ominous music)

(tense piano music)

(Sierra panting)

- Hello?

Hello?

(tense piano music)

(no audible dialogue)

(tense piano music)

(no audible dialogue)

(distant siren sounding)

- Yeah, she perfect.

Get Lola up here to get her ass ready.

Freaky-ass niggas gonna pay a bag for her virgin-ass.

(tense piano music)

- Hey, we got a problem.

Your old homeboy outta jail.

- What you know about my old homeboys?

- Ace, Ace Crown. That's your partner there, right?

(scoffs) That boy's outta jail

and on the rampage, my brother.

- The fuck? They let him out?

- Hell yeah. The dog gone crazy.

That shorty you got, that's his daughter.

- His daughter? How the fuck you know that?

- (chuckles) That nigga Delo said

he was some black-ass nigga

came through the trap with a bat, airing shit out.

As you can see, my bruh.

- Bat, huh?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, that's Crown.

Delo tell him about me?

- Hell no. Nigga asked about Gutta.

But I thought you needed to know that though.

- Yeah, I feel sorry for that nigga.

'Cause his daughter, she about to make me a fortune.

(balls clacking)

- I'll bet.

(cue thudding)

- Alright, stay dangerous, homie.

- Mm-hm.

(Gunz sighs)

(ominous music)

(distant phone ringing)

(ominous music)

- [Whittaker] Gutta, I'm sick of this little back and forth.

Either you tell me what the fuck went down in that motel,

or I'm gonna charge you with Sierra's kidnapping.

Mm-hm, you'll be looking at 10, 15.

And that's if we find her unharmed.

- [Gutta] Man, I didn't kidnap nobody.

And I got all the text messages to prove

that she wanted to come with me.

- [Whittaker] Mr. Townsend, she's 15.

According to the law,

she can't make those kinds of decisions.

All I gotta do is get her mother to come down here

and make a statement.

Alright? And I hope to God you didn't touch her.

Because I got a pretty little rape charge as a bonus.

- Man, rape?

I ain't even fucked that girl yet.

I'm, I mean, I ain't, I-I wasn't gonna fuck her

until she reached the legal age of consent.

- Alright, watch yourself, you're on a thin line.

You're 22 years old, two time felon.

It's an easy collar.

- Man, no.

If I tell you shit, you gotta promise to give me

some kind of protection or something,

'cause this nigga gonna definitely kill me.

He already tried twice.

- Mm.

So that's what happened.

Somebody tried to kill you.

- [Gutta] I'm tired of this shit.

Man, so look, man.

Man, look, fuck.

I met Sierra on Blackface a few weeks ago,

and she told me she was 17, about to turn 18.

That's where all this shit started, man.

(somber piano music)

(somber piano music continues)

(footsteps approaching)

- Jake the motherfucking Savage.

How the fuck you doing?

- Long time, no see, brother.

Big Gunz. (chuckles)

Too long for sure.

- Give my boy a drink.

(footsteps receding)

- So, G, I'm pretty sure you know why I'm here.

- No, I don't, but I'm assuming it's not a personal visit.

- You got Ace's daughter, bro.

He outside. He wanna sit and parlay with you.

- Jake, you know how this work.

It's just business.

- Come on, man.

You really gonna do this to him.

You know he was just locked down 10 years, bro.

He been dying to see her.

- That's just how the dice rolls.

Ain't nobody tell him to take them weak-ass charges.

Trying to play Captain Save-the-hood and shit.

- This his kid we talking about.

You remember all the shit he did for us back in the day?

That man made sure you was eating.

- Nigga, I don't need a black history lesson.

(glass clinking)

Aight. You right.

Me and Ace do got history.

He can get his daughter back.

But Imma need all the money I was gonna make off of her.

I'm thinking 100K,

- 100K? Where the fuck is he supposed to get that fresh out?

- [Gunz] That's not my problem.

Now you get the fuck out,

before me and you ain't on good terms no more.

(glass clinking)

(footsteps receding)

Get me another drink.

(Gunz sighs)

(engine purring)

- Hold up.

He ain't trying to sit down with you.

He also said if you want Cece back,

you gonna have to come up with a 100K.

- What? 100K?

Man, this nigga owe me his fucking life.

- Yo, chill, chill, bro. Chill, man.

You can't just walk your big ass up in there.

He got a fortress of niggas waiting to pop your ass, bro.

- Okay.

Okay, bet.

I want you to tell me everywhere

this nigga's doing business.

I'm gonna make him come to me.

- Where we going?

(somber piano music)

(Sierra panting)

(somber piano music)

(fist pounding) - Let me out!

(Sierra whimpers)

(somber piano music)

Let me outta here!

Wait 'til my dad find me. He gonna kill all y'all.

(knocking on door)

- Ace, I've already told you I have not seen Cece, okay.

- Look, I know where she's at.

Maleek has got her.

- Maleek?

Oh, Ace, we gotta get her back.

He's into human trafficking and shit.

- Yeah, I know, I'm gonna get her back, don't worry.

But first, I need to give you this

just in case something happens to me, okay.

Plus, Jake got my old-school fixed up,

and I want y'all to have that too.

- Wait a minute, hold on.

I was talking about calling the police or something.

What do you mean if something happens to you?

- Look, I tried that already.

They calling her a runaway and shit,

and they not gonna do nothing, so I gotta do this myself.

- Are you sure, Ace?

'Cause Maleek is crazy.

- It's the only way.

- Okay, listen.

If you get my baby back,

I promise I'll get my shit together.

Matter of fact, can we talk?

Come inside. Please?

(rain pattering)

Oh.

- You look nice.

What, you was expecting some company or something?

- No, Tommy, but I did have to redeem myself.

Last time you came, I looked a mess.

- Yeah, that don't matter.

You still look beautiful to me after all these years.

(Lisa chuckles)

- Oh man, I miss you so bad, Tommy, I really do.

- Then why'd you stop coming to see me then, Lisa?

That shit damn near killed me.

You and Cece was all I cared about and it's...

It's like you cut me off.

- Sorry, Tommy,

but I couldn't take to see like that anymore.

To see my king in bondage. - Right.

- Tommy, you were powerless, and that's not you.

Plus, I didn't want Cece to see you like that either.

- But you didn't think about

what that was gonna do to me, huh?

I was in there, lost.

Nothing to live for.

Y'all was the only thing that's keeping me sane

and it's like it was just gone.

- And after 10 years I can't talk to another man.

Tommy, I can't even look at another man

without comparing him to you.

And he'll never measure up.

- I'd better, I'd better go.

- But what if I want you to stay?

(slow romantic guitar music)

I need you to stay, Tommy.

(slow romantic guitar music)

(lock buzzing and clunking)

(ominous ambient music) (no audible dialogue)

(somber piano music)

(chilled hip-hop music)

♪ Hey yo, say you ballin' for this shit ♪

♪ I can't fuck with you bitch niggas ♪

♪ Gotta hunt around on this thing, let the switch hit 'em ♪

♪ Niggas always showing out when a bitch with 'em ♪

♪ Pussy ♪

♪ All black popping out, man's niggas gonna get 'em ♪

♪ Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ♪

♪ Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ♪

♪ Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ♪

♪ Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ♪

♪ Get 'em ♪

♪ They let me in the door ♪

♪ They got a nigga fucked up ♪ (door thudding)

♪ Bitch, I got specials on this man, come get bust up ♪

♪ If it ain't by the dollar, told us shut the fuck up ♪

♪ Fuck, you lost your rabid mind ♪

♪ You think you about to buck up ♪

♪ I did my misty bullshit just to make a quick sale ♪

♪ This bitch, she think I love her ♪

♪ Play my role like this, eh ♪

♪ Faster hotel, but you living in a motel ♪

♪ Call before you ♪ (table clattering)

♪ Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ♪

♪ Get 'em, get 'em ♪ (gate clanging)

♪ Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ♪

♪ Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ♪

♪ Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm hot like a skillet ♪

♪ In your grandma house on Sunday ♪

♪ Play the nigga like some Clipper ♪

♪ Balling out like I'm DeAndre ♪

♪ If I really wanna fuck, bitch ♪

♪ I'll treat you like Beyonce ♪

♪ I don't really want a crab ♪

♪ But if you play you make the front page ♪

♪ Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ♪

♪ Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ♪

♪ Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ♪

♪ Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em ♪

♪ Get 'em ♪

- [Ace] Grab all that money.

Let's go.

Take it outside.

- Hang on, man.

- Now throw it down.

Now light it.

- What?

Man, what? Are you tweaking?

(gun firing)

Fuck!

- Now light it.

- What the fuck, nigga?

- Now get your phone out. Record this shit.

(injured thug whimpers)

- Shut up.

- Now put it on me.

You know me, Gunz.

I could do this type of shit all day.

I'll shut all this shit down. (chuckles)

I'm ready to die about mine.

Are you?

Now send that to your boss.

- Okay.

- He knows how to find me.

- Okay.

- Hey, but why we had to burn the money for?

That's crazy.

- Come on, my nigga. (injured thug whimpering)

Come on!

(somber piano music)

(somber piano music continues)

- Hey.

Yeah, gimme an address on Tommy Crown.

Street name Ace. Parolee, fresh out.

I need to know his every move the last few days.

I got a feeling he's got something to do with all this.

Yeah.

(patrons chattering)

- [Reporter] People from the community

have dubbed him the South Side's Savior.

A large masked man has allegedly

been shutting down drug houses

and running dealers off the blocks.

Last week, after this video released online,

more videos started to surface.

- [Cherise] I say keep doing what you're doing.

You hear me?

Because these cops ain't doing nothing out here.

It was about time we started protecting ourselves.

Gee whizz! Hey, Savior.

If you need a home cooked meal, come see me, baby.

I got you.

- Now, as you can see, this so-called Savior

has the full support of the community.

But Fulton County police have a different position.

- I understand people may think this is a solution

to the crime problem,

but it's never a good idea

to take the law into your own hands.

Please, let us do our jobs.

- [Reporter] Reporting live from Southwest Atlanta.

I'm Teslan Figueroa, Channel Six News.

(pensive music)

(knocking on door)

- Yeah, about time.

Get y'all the fuck up outta my face.

(tense orchestral music)

Ain't nobody killed your big ugly ass yet?

Oh!

Ty-type shit.

(tense orchestral music)

(door squeaking)

What the fuck is you doing all this for?

- Call your boss.

- And if I don't?

(fist smacking) Oh shit!

(Delo groaning) - Ah-ah-ah, stay woke.

Call your boss.

(Delo groans)

- [Delo] Bro.

It's through, big man.

(phone ringing)

(Delo groans)

(solemn music)

- What's the problem now, Delo?

You there?

- Nah. Delo busy right now.

- Who is this? Ace?

- You know who it is, Maleek.

- [Gunz] Wow, Maleek.

I haven't heard my government name in a while.

- Yeah, you forget, nigga.

I know you for real, nigga.

And nigga, we ain't have a pot to in before me and Wood

put you in the game.

- Ace, just let this go, man.

Before you get your ass killed.

- Nigga, what? That's my kid!

- You don't even know her, nigga.

Let's keep it a buck.

Your baby mama for the streets.

Your daughter done had all types of new daddies and uncles

since your ass been gone.

- Nigga, I don't care about none of that.

I want my daughter back,

and I ain't gonna stop 'til I get her.

You can end this shit now, G.

My daughter's all I got.

They done took everything else from me.

Man, I ain't got nothing else to lose, but you do.

(solemn orchestral music)

- Aight. Where?

- Jake's spot. 10 o'clock.

Just you and Cece, nobody else

(solemn orchestral music)

(Delo groans)

(door squeaking)

(solemn orchestral music)

- Babe, what's on your mind?

- Man, I just, I just wanted to get out

and keep my head down, you know.

I don't wanna have to kill this nigga.

'Cause if I do that and I end up back in jail

then all this shit was for nothing.

But her mama won't do nothing.

The police won't do nothing.

So who gonna protect her if I don't?

(gun clattering)

- Well, look babe.

I was, I was watching this TV show one day,

and the dude said we all gotta decide

how much sin we can live with.

So that's what you gotta do.

You do what you have to do to get her back.

We can deal with them consequences later.

(both chuckle)

(somber piano music)

(somber piano music continues)

- Mama, please forgive me.

(somber piano music)

(ominous music)

(engine purring)

- Yo. No, he come now, Sierra ain't with him.

(police radio chattering)

- Suspect's on the move.

(police radio chattering)

The girl's not with him.

- I'm going in.

- [Captain] Whittaker, wait for backup.

I repeat, wait for backup, do you copy?

- Hey, G.

I don't understand why you're here without Cece, bro.

- (chuckles) Relax, relax.

- What the fuck is this?

- Just a little insurance.

Make sure this meeting stays smooth.

When we finish here, you get an address

to go pick her up, safe and sound.

But I mean, that's on you.

(tense piano music)

(Ace sighs)

(tense piano music)

Talk, nigga.

- I estimate this bag to have about 220,000 in it.

You wanted 100K for Cece so let's take this and end it, bro.

- Nigga, this is my money.

How the fuck you gonna pay me back with my money?

- Nigga, that ain't your money no more.

- I took that.

You owe me that and a whole lot more.

It ain't 2013 no more.

I'm the man now!

- Nigga, I gave you a spot.

I took everybody's charges

and everybody know it was your stupid ass

shooting at them Eastside niggas

that got us knocked in the first place.

- Ain't nobody ask you to do that shit.

- You didn't have to!

- Don't nobody fucking move.

- Man, what the fuck?

- Hey bruh, I ain't got no smoke for you or OG.

I'm here for this bitch-ass nigga.

(chuckles) You think I'm playing, motherfucker?

I know you sent that nigga to kill us.

- What?

- Yeah, he had some motherfucker creep in the house

try to murder me and Cece.

But I ain't as dumb as you think.

- Yo, you had somebody shooting at my daughter, Maleek?

(tense piano music)

(knocking on window)

(door clunking)

(Precious giggling)

- What the hell is you doing in here?

- Well, why y'all get to have all the fun, Mr. Haywood?

- I'm about to take your ass back to the house.

- Oh, uh-uh, don't do that, Mr. Haywood.

Look, what's going on? Fill me in. I ain't no scary bitch.

What's happening? Hm?

- If you don't leave me the hell alone.

- I wanna kill you so bad right now but...

I need my daughter back so I'm gonna,

I'm gonna let you live, bro.

- I ain't even know your daughter

was fucking with this little bitch-ass nigga.

He the reason why she in this shit anyway.

- [Whittaker] Gunz, freeze, APD.

(gun firing)

Hold your fire. What the fuck you doing?

(tense music)

- Officer, welcome to Paradise.

Can I get you anything? A drink?

A donut?

- Maleek?

(bag thudding)

(tense music)

It ain't gotta be all this, bro.

I'll give you one.

That's what you want, right?

(gun clattering)

(Gunz chuckles)

- You know what?

(gun clattering)

Yeah, I been waiting on your motherfucking ass.

(fist smacking)

(suspenseful music)

Yeah, get your bitch-ass up.

Been waiting on your ass.

I told you, I'm the motherfucking boss now, nigga.

(suspenseful music)

Whoa, prison done made you soft.

(suspenseful music)

- Freeze!

(fists smacking) - Shit!

(suspenseful music)

- [Whittaker] Hey, whoa. Don't do this.

You you got too much to lose now.

- He's got my fucking daughter.

- [Whittaker] Where is she, Maleek?

I'll just let him kill you if you want.

- [Gunz] You with the cops now?

Where the fuck is the justice? (gun firing)

Fuck!

- Stop fucking playing with me, G!

Gimme my fucking daughter!

Please.

- Ace, get outta here. I can take care of him.

Ace, go now!

(distant sirens sounding) (tense music)

Yeah, you're going to jail now, nigga.

(distant sirens sounding)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(chilled guitar music)

- [Ace VO] After all the crazy shit was over,

I decided to take Wood up on that offer.

It ain't a lot, but it's helping me get back on my feet.

(chilled guitar music)

And on the weekends,

I do a little security work at Jake's spot.

He's helping me start my own company.

Peacemaker Personal Security, my first legit business.

(chilled guitar music)

I'm helping Lisa get sober too.

We both gotta be the best parents we can be

for Cece right now.

She's doing real good.

(no audible dialogue)

Gunz ended up getting charged with kidnapping

and attempting human trafficking.

He's awaiting trial now.

- Mr. Maleek Gardner, on the counts of kidnapping,

attempting to traffic a minor for sex,

and for felony gun possession, how do you plead?

- Not guilty.

(chilled guitar music)

(no audible dialogue)

(chilled guitar music)

- [Ace VO] And finally I gotta start making up

for all the time I missed with Cece.

I'm gonna be here for every birthday from now on,

every graduation, every time she needs me.

Because with kids it ain't about what you can buy for 'em,

that's material bullshit.

They just want your time,

and they wanna know that you got their back.

Leaving all the nonsense behind

and being here for my daughter,

that's the most gangster shit I ever did.

♪ Hey yo, say you balling for this shit ♪

(chilled hip-hop music)

♪ I've been gone for way too long ♪

♪ Trying to find my way back home ♪

♪ Will my family forget about me ♪

♪ 'Cause I know life still goes on ♪

♪ But I'm gonna find my way back home ♪

♪ I'm gonna find my way back home ♪

♪ I'm gonna find, I'm gonna find my way ♪

♪ I'm gonna find my way ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Way back home ♪ ♪ Guess the only question ♪

♪ I can ask, am I still good enough to rap ♪

♪ Could I be, would I be, should I be afraid of what ♪

♪ My niggas, just relax ♪

♪ Fear's just the lowest state of mind ♪

♪ How we high and he aint need high ♪

♪ How he fly and he don't need to fly ♪

♪ It's customized, check the wing size ♪

♪ Why were you going away for days ♪

♪ Why them lines need me to chase ♪

♪ Blood still leaking from my face ♪

♪ Lick my teeth just so I could taste ♪

♪ Locked away, couldn't find a key ♪

♪ Found God, couldn't find me ♪

♪ Wouldn't give a fuck times three ♪

♪ I got everything God needs ♪

♪ Strong minds don't fold ♪

♪ Like clean clothes on your floor ♪

♪ Like kick me down and not pick me up ♪

♪ Like school kids around four ♪

♪ That's deep ain't it, keep painting ♪

♪ Not eat shit like my teeth staining ♪

♪ Still got that classic flow ♪

♪ It was Navajo and that chief language ♪

♪ I'm sold ♪

♪ I've been gone for way too long ♪

♪ Trying to find my way back home ♪

♪ Will my family forget about me ♪

♪ 'Cause I know life still goes on ♪

♪ But I'm gonna find my way back home ♪

♪ I'm gonna find my way back home ♪

♪ I'm gonna find ♪