All language subtitles for Thriller.2018.HDRip.XviD.AC3-EVO

He's on his way.
I don't think this is cool.

You just lead him inside
and we'll get him.

He's never done anything to me.
Why are we doing this?

'Cause it'll be
funny as hell!

Everybody knows Chauncey
has a crush on you.

It's the only way
to get him here.

Hot dog, please.

We don't have to do this
if you don't want to.

Derrick, you might be my sister's
boyfriend, but you ain't her dad.

It'll be hella funny, right?
It's just a prank.

And plus, everybody knows Ch--
Ch-- Chauncey is sp-- sp-- special.

You mean retarded.

What if we get caught?

You know, sometimes, Miss Ghetto
Goody Two-Shoes, you make me sick.

It's Chauncey!
Everybody clowns him!

Come on, let's do this.
Hide, fools!

Hi, Lisa.
What's up?

Can you help me
find my kitty?

She ran into this house,
and it's dark in there.

Anything for y-- you, Lisa.

I think my kitty's
around here somewhere.

Chauncey, run!

Chauncey.
Chauncey. Chauncey. Chauncey.

Chauncey. Chauncey.
Chauncey. Chauncey.

Chauncey. Chauncey. Chauncey.

Chauncey. Chauncey.
Chauncey. Chauncey.

- Chauncey.
- No!

Amani?

No, please wake up!

My sister... Is she dead?

I-- I...

I-- I didn't mean to.

They'll lock us up for this!

Not me.

I saw Chauncey do it.

Chauncey did it.

Chauncey did it.

Chauncey did it.

Chauncey did it.

Chauncey did it.

It's either him or us.

Wait, wait, wait a minute! He didn't
hurt nobody. He would never hurt nobody!

Don't to this! Don't do this! Please!
Please, don't take my son!

He's all I got! Chauncey!

You gonna pay for what you did, boy.
I can't stand bullies.

Put him in the car.

I'm gonna get you!

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

Get away from my door! I ain't
got no money and I ain't buyin' nothin'!

I done told you to get away
from my door, now.

Chauncey.

Oh, my gosh, Chauncey! Oh!

I'm so happy to see you.

Chauncey, my gosh!

You look--

Come on in here, boy, and let me wash
you up or something. Get in here.

Chauncey. Chauncey.
Chauncey. Chauncey.

I'm gonna get you!

You been taking your
medication, right?

Yes, Momma.

Okay, come get something to eat
when you're ready for school, okay?

You still haven't found a dress
you like for the homecoming game?

You know you just got
two more days left.

I don't even know
why I'm bothering.

It's not like I'm gonna win
homecoming queen anyways.

Lisa, you are
just as qualified

as any of those other girls
they got nominated.

Oh? I'm not as popular
as most of them,

I'm not the prettiest,
and I'm certainly not the richest.

First of all,
you are gorgeous.

And you got something
that money can't buy.

You got a good heart, baby.

And that's worth more than
money or looks any day.

Believe that.
I got something for you.

Your daddy and I want
you to have this.

Momma, I can't.

Oh, yes, you can.

Would you stop yelling from the
bathroom like you James on Good Times?

But, Momma, you and Daddy are
struggling to make the bills. I can't.

We may not be able to afford
your college tuition,

but we can afford to get our baby girl
a new dress for her homecoming dance.

You about to roll up there
and be the queen of the ball.

Thank you.

Oh, you're welcome!

You got that cutie pie Ty Reynolds
rolling up there with you.

Best wide receiver
in the city.

Oh, yeah.
Your daddy said he could go pro.

Ka-ching, ka-ching.

Look, I told you guys,
me and Ty, we're just friends.

Mmm.

I said that about your daddy
too when we was in high school.

You see what happened.

Oh, college notification?

It's from Spelman College.
Oh, cool. Good morning, baby.

What do they say?

I got in.

Yes!

But, no scholarship.

Oh, baby girl.

Why you ain't text me back? Hmm?

Who you been with all morning? I'll bet
you it was with that bitch Lisa, wasn't it?

For your information, you and I are
not together anymore. So bounce.

How many times
I gotta say sorry?

You know I still
love you, babe.

Mmm. Is that why you cheated on me
with the quarterback from Dorsey?

Everyone saw you.
It's all over Snapchat.

How many times I have to
tell you that I was buzzed?

I gotta get ready for school.
Don't do this to us!

There's no more us, Gina.

Now let me go.

Gina Brown! Do I have to call
the cops again, young lady?

This ain't over.

Son, you got up to 50,000 views
of your online receiving reel.

Every college scout from Howard to Stanford's
gonna be watching you this weekend.

This your ticket out of here. Don't let
these little hood rats ruin your future.

Look, don't even worry about it, Pops.
I got this.

I ain't a hood rat!

♪ Girl, I know
What time it is ♪

♪ When you talk slow
When your eyes are lit ♪

♪ Drop it low
Don't come back up ♪

♪ Gimme some of
That hoochie love ♪

♪ Knows just what
I'm thinkin' of ♪

♪ Gimme some of
That hoochie love ♪

♪ Girl, I know
What time it is ♪

Yes! Stacked!

Number one artist, hello!

He will be here tomorrow
in Big Boy's neighborhood.

We're talking about on-air,
all the way live.

An interview right here at
the station, and now, listen,

this our first on-air
interview with Unique,

so be sure
to tune in at 4:00 p.m.

Now, if you in the L.A. area,

then I need you guys to come on
down and show up to the station

and show some
Cali love for Unique

while he's hanging out
in the neighborhood.

Another day.
I miss you, sis.

I miss you too.

Oh!

Goddamn, girl!

What the hell are you
doing here so early, Eddie?

Your grandmother told me she
was hooking it up with breakfast.

Okay, well, you know this whole
thing of you being my boyfriend

means you don't have
to be a stalker.

You hit me hard.

Come on,
you big baby, let's get you food.

Check, check.

This one goes out to all
the real lovers in the house,

and to my one special true
love, I got one question...

Will you go to homecoming
with me?

So wack.

Hey, um... You wanna go
to homecoming together?

Oh, man.

Baby, you, me, homecoming.
Let's get this thing popping, girl.

Boy, is that all you got?

Come on, Mom, can I
get some privacy, please?

You get some privacy
when you pay some bills.

Now, hurry up, Mac Daddy.
Don't be late for school.

Yes, Mom.

Let me see that. Oh!
What? That ain't Dee, though.

I ain't never seen you with her.
She ain't never came outside--

Wait. Hold up, hold up.
What up, cuz?

I'm late for school.

Relax, cuz,
we just gonna hold 'em for you.

Come on, Eazy,
I got to get to class, man.

I like these.

Oh, you think you something,
you got your little soldier backpack on--

What the fuck?

I swear to God, I'll blow your head off
if you've scuffed up my Chucks, nigga!

You crazy or some shit? Huh?

Hey, he must be.
Check out his gear.

Shit looks like it's straight
from the Goodwill or some shit.

We got a problem, nigga?

This motherfucker's retarded. Let me
chill out, man. I'm-- I'm crazy today.

Chauncey?

Oh, man!

Hey, get out of here, man.
Get the fuck outta here.

Filming this shit.
With your skinny jeans.

Hey, girl.

Ladies and gentlemen,
meet Compton High's homecoming queen,

Lisa Walker.
Aw.

But I really don't think
that's how it's gonna turn out.

You never know.

You better watch your back, or you
just might not make it to the dance.

Why do you always act like you're
auditioning for Love & Hip Hop?

Does that girl just, like,
wake up with drama?

Yeah.
Mm-hmm.

Ooh! I like that little skirt
you got on, girl! Ha!

Yah! Guess who is about to be at
Big Boy tomorrow after school?

Who?

Unique!
Oh, my God.

Girl, he is so fine!

I love his new song,
"Hoochie Love."

Yo, that song is mad corny,
though. Like...

Hater!

- You feel me with this, right?
- I don't know. Hey, hey!

My peoples, what's good?

So, yo, peeps, my parents are
going out of town this weekend,

so, you already know
what time it is.

Party at my crib.
Pre-homecoming turn-up.

You ready to get a little...

How we get down!

Whoo! Hey, you already know it ain't no
party without D-R-E! What you thought?

Dre, stop playin', nigga.

You know my rules, no running in
my schoolyard or my courtyard.

Whatever.
Get to class.

Mr. Hurd
a gangsta for real.

Yeah!

Guys, guys. I just saw...

He's back...
What? What?

Yo, what are you
babbling about?

Calm down, Derrick.
Who's back?

Chauncey. Chauncey Page.

I know you guys
don't want to hear it,

but I need you to read chapters
six through seven over the weekend.

Do questions one through five.

They will not take you long.

And now, um, it's time
to pass out your midterms,

and I am proud to announce that
there was one A-plus in the class,

and it went to Ty Reynolds.

Thank you.

Punk-ass
teacher's pet.

Do better on the next one.

Have a happy homecoming
weekend, guys.

Derrick, I want to talk
to you after class.

Meet us in
the lunchroom, okay?

So, is there something going
on that I should know about?

What you mean?

I mean the decline
in your grades this semester.

You have gone from an 80%
average in this class to a 65%.

How 'bout these percentages...

The number one cause of death among
young black men from 15 to 34? Murder.

Ninety-three percent of
murder victims

are killed by someone
who shares their race,

and according to the CDC,

last year, young black men
from 15 to 34

were 10 times more likely to die of
murder than whites of the same age group.

So what? You're gonna tank
your entire senior year

and let the ills of the world
determine your fate?

My point is, my fate has
already been decided for me.

You done?

What a waste.

Ridiculous.

Nonsense.

You got five minutes?
Look at all this. Hey, hey.

Look, forget all that.
You still DJing my party this weekend?

Oh, man, you already know.
Okay, then.

Yeah, especially if
Kim will save me a dance.

Could we just focus on what's
most important right now?

Chauncey.

Yo, you sure
it was really him?

Sure looked like
Chauncey to me, man.

I can't believe they
just let him out like that.

He killed my sister.

Because of us.

Hey, don't say that, okay?
It was an accident.

What up, bustas?

Ty, I thought you wanted
to meet, alone.

Yo, Gina, Dre.

Y'all gotta check this.

So? Who the crackhead?

That's Chauncey Page, man.

Y'all play too much. I'm out.

He's not joking.

I don't give a fuck!

If Chauncey back in the hood and want to get
at us for some old-school shit, trust me,

I got something
waiting for his ass.

Yeah, well, keep it down, Dre.

Chauncey got y'all actin'
like some scared-ass bitches.

Yo, shut the hell up, man.

What? What you gonna do
about it, pretty boy?

Stop puttin' us on blast
before I shut you up.

Oh, so now your punk ass
wanna act hard, huh?

Better save that shit for Lisa's
virgin ass on Saturday night.

- Oh!
- What's up, boy? What's up?

Hey, hey!

Get off me, sir!
He hit me first!

You kids go back,
finish your lunch.

You, let's take a walk, man.

- You okay?
- I'm fine.

What are we gonna
do about this?

Nothin'.

Mm. Now, that...
that was sexy.

Ah. So, you out of jail now,
huh, killer?

What?

Sit down.

I said sit down, kid.

You know, I know your whole
story, Andre Dixon.

Mom's and Pop's both bankers.

Bought a nice home out in
Baldwin Hills. Real bougie.

Here you are, actin' like
you an Inglewood gangsta.

You ain't no hard rock, boy.
'Bout as hard as my dick.

So what? I'll still
whoop your old ass.

You know, when I got
out of the military,

I taught schools in Chicago,
New York, Detroit...

and I came across a lot of
young thugs, like you.

Tryin' to be a man
before their time.

You a man?
Take your best shot.

And I'm tired of you
triflin'-ass, pants-saggin',

weed-smokin' little Negroes
tryin' to be hard.

Your mama worked too hard
for that bullshit, Andre.

Do you know why?

Huh? Do you know
why I gotta act hard?

Do you?

So I can walk down the street

and not have to worry about a
Blood or a Crip trying to kill me.

Or some punk-ass police
lookin' to kill me.

Or a group of hoods tryin'
to punk me.

I have to act hard to survive.

Young brother,
young brother.

This is how you survive,
young brother.

Right here.

Can I go now?

Yeah, you can go.

I don't want to have
this conversation again.

Ladies, this dance
sets the stage

for all that the Compton High
homecoming queen symbolizes.

Nice. Put the crown on.
Pride, beauty,

honesty, virtue
and intelligence.

Now, if any of you feel that you're
not capable of representing that,

then you should decline your
homecoming nomination right now.

Okay. That's what I thought.

Put the crown on. Okay,
smiles. Personality, ladies.

You're looking dead.
Let's go. Energy, energy.

Seven, eight.
Hips. Hips. Hips.

Perfect. Keep your
spacing. Pose.

No, you gotta keep
that final pose.

Take it again, from the kiss.
Seven, eight.

Nice.

Hips. Hips.

You know what?
Take five, ladies,

while I get these fellas
out of the gym. Let's go.

Seriously?

Gina, no. First one-- Come on, let's go.
You need to get in line.

Fellas, we got the gym
for 20 more minutes.

Hello? Who's there?

Hey!

Ladies, stop! Gina, stop!
Get off of her! Stop!

Gina!

Back! What the hell
is this all about?

She just came in
and attacked me.

Why?

She thinks I stole her man.

Is this true?

Why, you want him too?
'Cause everybody knows you fuck seniors.

Gina, get your stuff
and get the hell out of here.

Wait, what?

No, and you're out
of the competition.

What?

No, no, no! This is my shot!

No. Goodbye.

You bitch. Move!

Lisa, let's get back to work.
And you fellas, get out of here.

Hey, you okay?

No.

Look, come here, come here.
It's all right.

Look, I gotta go.
See you later?

Chauncey! Chauncey!
Chauncey! Chauncey! Chauncey!

Chauncey did it.

Get in. We need to talk.

Okay, um... I'll take this.

Yo, what's wrong with you?

Yo, can I
ask you a question?

What?

You really think Chauncey
back in the hood?

I don't know. I mean,
Derrick's the only one that's "seen" him.

You ever, you know,
think about that day?

Sometimes.

What, you scared?

Of Chauncey? Hell no!

Shit! Okay, cool. So then can we
stop all this Chauncey gossip?

Look, now, I know you got
a serious beef with Ty.

Oh, I can't stand that
bitch-ass pretty boy.

And I ain't got
no love for Lisa.

So, I was, uh...

I was thinking, maybe we could
hook up, figure something out.

All right, then.

But, uh, what about
after this, you know?

What if we hook up, someday?

Ew. Don't get it twisted.

Boy, this is strictly
about vengeance.

Ew, that's disgusting.

Damn,
$20 cash for a rock, man!

Get the fuck outta
here with that burrito!

Hold up, I need
to take a leak.

Mother-- What you doin', man?
Hey, yo, beat his ass!

Where's my-- Oh, shit!
How'd you get my strap?

Hey, look, cuz,
I wasn't gonna kill you, man.

Come on, man,
I wasn't gonna kill you.

Go ahead, man.
Squeeze that shit.

Shit. I knew you was a bitch.

Oh, fuck!

Attention, students.

The west wing will be under
construction for the next two weeks.

Our new west wing will be unveiled
November second...

Guess who.

Oh. You look like you
were up all night.

I was. The nightmares again.

I thought you said you
were getting meds for that.

They're not working anymore.

Yo! Who wants to come with me
after school down to Big Boy

to stalk Unique for some hoochie love?

She's gonna ask him to be her homecoming
date and post it on the 'Gram.

Unique? Kim, he is so corny!

Eddie, you are so corny!

That sounds like a plan,
I guess.

I love you.

Yo, um... Y'all see what happened
to Eazy Hicks on Snapchat?

- No.
- What?

They posted him dead
last night.

Oh, shit.

Now, I saw Chauncey
in his face yesterday...

You think Chauncey killed him?

Maybe.

Maybe one of us is next.

- We should go to the police.
- And tell 'em what?

Because we lied on Chauncey four years
ago, he's after us?

Man, I can't live
through this again.

What? Are y'all
for real right now?

I'm the one
who lost my sister.

Can we stop talking
about this?

No police, okay?

Fine. No police.

I'll see you guys
after school.

Yeah, dig in! Dig in!
Come on, now!

Dig in!

I'm sorry. You sound like one of those
paranoid white girls in a scary movie.

Boo!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I apologize.

So...

Have you actually seen Chauncey
Page since his release?

No. But my friend recorded a video
of him walking down the street.

A video?

Has Chauncey Page made
any direct contact with you

or any of your friends
since his release?

No. But--

Okay, so let me
get this straight.

Chauncey Page comes home...

after serving four years
in juvie,

and the first thing he does is stalk you
and your friends on homecoming weekend.

Look, it's--
Ah-ah. Ah.

Chauncey did the crime, and he
served the time.

I can't just run around pointing fingers
at people without concrete evidence,

unless there's something
you're not telling me.

I did hear that Chauncey got
into it with Eazy Hicks yesterday.

The same guy they found dead
on 30th Street last night.

Wait, where'd you hear that?

The streets talk
every day, Detective.

You just gotta listen.

Okay.

I'll check him out,

only if you promise me you'll
forget about Chauncey Page

and start enjoying your
homecoming weekend. Huh?

Deal.

You look so hot.
He's gonna notice you.

Hey, girl, we waited, like,
30 minutes after school. Mm-hmm.

We called, we text--

Sorry, homies, I left my debit
card at home this morning,

and then my phone died after I took an
Uber home after school to go get it.

Mm-mmm. Girl, we had
to give you the deuces.

I told you, nobody is standing in
the way of me and Unique. Okay?

Yeah, man,
that's messed up.

Unique, I love your story,

and the reason why I love your
story is because it's one of those

that "started from the bottom,
now I'm here" type of stories.

Yeah, yeah,
and I ain't goin' back, either.

- I heard that, man.
- No disrespect to the hood,

but if you really from the hood,
you ain't never tryin' to go back.

That's real. Let me
ask you this, though.

What about your fans
that's still in the hood?

Man, I say, uh, I made it
out, so you can too.

True story.
And if you a little lady, you know,

I'll come get you out for
a little bit of that, uh...

♪ Hoochie love ♪

Yeah, boy. And they have females that just
ran up here to see you today too, man.

Hey, man, come-- come see me.
What that feel like?

Hey, it feel good.

I heard-- I wouldn't know what it feels
like, man. You know, I don't have--

Well, sometimes the parking
attendant meet me out in front,

but other than that, you know...
Word!

See, singers,
y'all get that, man.

I been doin' this
radio thing, brother.

I don't have what
you have. You know?

You know, we just gotta
let it do it...

I would make an album,
but I can't sing and nobody would buy it.

My bad for how
I was acting earlier.

You know, news about
Chauncey, it just got to me.

Can we just please stop talking
about Chauncey and just focus?

O-M-G.

- Oh, my God!
- I love you, Unique!

Oh, my God!

Yo, babe. Where was you
when I was shootin' my first video?

Can you show me some
hoochie love, Unique?

Why don't you show me
what you workin' with?

All right, damn, girl.
But check this--

About to hit the studio.
You wanna roll?

Oh, my God, yes! Yes!

Okay, wait. Wait, wait.
How old are you?

I just turned 18 last month.

Cool.

All right, hold on, I just have to
say good-bye to my girls real quick.

Deuces! Ha!

Oh, my God.

What just happened?

'Sup?

Hey.

You ready for this epic party?

Right now I'm just thinking,
"Will I ever get out of here?"

What, you still worried
about Chauncey?

Maybe a little.

Listen, let's just-- let's just try
and have a good night tonight, okay?

I mean, I need a break from
reality just for a few hours.

Is that cool?

Okay.
All right.

Come into my homeboy's party.

Mm, sorry, bae, I don't do
hood parties anymore.

Mm-mmm. Well, look,
I don't give it up on the first date.

But... But... if you take me to
my homecoming dance tomorrow,

we'll see what
happens on a second date.

Me?

At a homecoming dance
at Compton High?

Yeah, I don't think so, baby.

Come on.
The internets will love it.

Worked for Drake when he took
that 'Bama chick to prom.

Got, like, a million views.
Sold a million records too.

Yeah, let's do it.

Okay, look, just you and me.
No bodyguards, no security.

It'll be like a real date.

Yeah.

All right, superstar.

♪ Gimme some of
That hoochie love ♪

Yo, hurry up,
I gotta take a piss!

Hey, yo, I swear, for a moment it felt
like I forgot about the game tomorrow.

Don't sweat it.
You got this, remember?

Right, right. All right.

'Sup?

Hey.

You wanna hit this?
Come on, hit this.

Okay, maybe just a little.

Damn!

Excuse me. Sorry.

Yo, Ronny.
What's up?

Why you all up in
my girl's face, huh?

Stop.

We're out of here.
Tiffany, let's go.

What? No. I'm not gonna let you
ruin my last homecoming weekend.

If you want to leave,
you can leave.

Hey, come get
this for me, man.

Man, get him out of here.
Look, just go.

- Shut up, man.
- Just go.

I'm gonna get you, Ronny!

Girl, I cannot believe you
just dissed Eddie like that.

Ah, who cares about Eddie?
Girl, you know Ronny is looking good!

Go on, girl.

Yo, listen up. So, I'm gonna slow it
up for the real lovers in the house.

Hey, you wanna dance?

Mm-mmm. Derrick, I am not
feeling this right now.

Hey.

Hey, this one's for the 'Gram.

Fuck!

Go after him!

Come on, I'm right here.
Where you at, motherfucker?

Where you at? Huh?
Where you at?

- Yo, Ron, yo, what's going on, bro?
- No, no, back up, man.

- No...
- Where you at?

Listen, just chill out, man,
before somebody get hurt, bro.

Ronny, put the bat down.
Please?

Boo, you should not be drinking
if you can't handle your liquor.

Ronny, Ronny, just relax, okay?
Come on, let's just go inside.

- Okay? Come on. Let's just go back inside.
- Go on, dawg.

Damn, my phone.

Yo, they the last two.
Don't let nobody else in. Nobody!

Gangsta's in
the house now, girl!

Hey. Hey. What's good, bro.

Ronny said can't
let y'all in.

Now, what?

Oh, no. No, we comin' up
in this bitch. 'Scuse me.

Fools actin' scared
over a cap gun!

All right, come on,
let's go. Let's get out.

I have to get a scholarship
somewhere, even if it's partial.

I'll work three jobs if I have
to, but I gotta get out of here.

Listen, if I get that
scholarship and go to the NFL,

I'm coming back here and
I'm gonna get you. I swear.

That's sweet, Ty,
but I can't depend on that.

I just feel like if I don't
get out of here after we graduate,

I'm gonna be stuck
here forever.

It seem like everything in the
world is trying to keep us in the hood,

and we all just
tryin' to get out.

Yeah, before it takes us out.

Look, I would never let
anything happen to you.

Ever.

Say goodnight, Lisa.

I had
better get inside.

Yeah.

But I'm gonna see you on
the field tomorrow. Okay?

Mm-hmm.
Good luck.

Thanks, homie.

You know, Dre
and Gina some haters.

I'm sorry they
ruined everything.

It's all good.

But, um, thanks
for walking me home.

It's all good.

Wait, Ronny, um, this is happening
way too fast. What about Eddie?

What about Eddie? Huh?

Um... so, why'd you run out into
the street with a bat, anyway?

I don't... I don't know, I was just...
I was faded. You know?

Okay, um...
So, text me when you get home?

How am I gonna text you?
Broke my phone in the street. You saw it.

I'm gonna see you tomorrow,
right? Save a dance for me?

Wait, you don't have a date?

Come on, why would I bring
sand to the beach?

I'll be waiting on you,
all right?

Can't wait.

Come on.

Oh, shit.

Whoo!

Listen up, gentlemen.
Now, half the game's over.

And what that means for many
of you, it's your last half

of your last homecoming game!

Now, how you wanna remember
this day 20 years from now?

As winners or losers?

Winners!

You're goddamn right!

That's why we gonna keep
throwin' the ball to Ty.

You're the golden goose, son.
I got this, Coach.

Now, let's get out there, get the victory,
and secure your future as winners!

Now bring it in.

On my count. One, two, three!

Compton High!

Let's go! Let's go! Come on, now.
Hold on, son, hold back a minute.

I want you to take a minute and
focus, and visualize second half.

Yeah?

Yes, sir.

I got this.

I got this.

Oh, shit!

Easy! Easy! Hold it, hold it,
hold it! What happened?

My ankle!

I said focus!

My ankle, Coach!

Easy! Easy!

Chauncey. You home?

What the hell you want?

I'm Detective
Raymond Johnson, ma'am.

- I just want to ask your son a couple of questions.
- Nigga, I know who you are,

and unless you got a warrant,

you ain't got the right to come up
in here and ask my son a damn thing.

I just want to know his
whereabouts last night.

He been with me.
He just got home,

and he been with me every minute
since his release. Now what?

You sure about that, ma'am?

Don't question me, Detective.

My son done paid his debt.

He done paid his
debt to society.

Now, unless you
have a warrant,

you need to get the
fuck up off my property!

Chauncey.

Word on the street is,
you had an altercation with Eazy--

Leave me alone!

You heard him.

It's cool.
We'll talk later.

That's right, slide your ass on back
down to the pigsty, pig-ass pig.

Welcome home, Chauncey.

Bacon-wrapped bastard!

You just got home,
and they fucking with you already!

Can't stand them motherfuckers!
Come on in here, Chauncey!

Lisa, your
homecoming date is here!

Oh, thanks.

Oh!

Oh, wow. You look amazing.

You don't look
too bad yourself.

Thank you.

How's your ankle?

Uh, team doctor said it is a slight sprain.
I'll be out for six weeks.

Now, Ty, tell me again,
how did you hurt yourself during halftime?

You know that's like getting
fired on your day off, right?

Uh... I-- I slipped.

Daddy!
Can't you see he's already upset?

No, no, no, it's okay, it's okay.
You'll have another chance, right?

You ready to go?
Yes.

I don't condone this, son.

But maybe you better
take these, just in case.

Look, I know she lost her twin
sister and everything years back,

but I've heard nothing but nasty
things about that Kim Morris.

She's not like that, Mom.

She's innocent.

Yeah, well, she don't
look innocent.

I miss you so much, sis.

It's okay.

Just make this a night to
remember, for the both of us.

Damn.

You look... caliente.

What is that?

Seriously? This is our
last homecoming.

For once, I wanted
to ride in style.

Girl, you lucky we ain't
takin' the Metro. Come on.

All right, let's get it, baby.

Oh, shut up. Jesus!

So it's gonna be like
that, today?

Gimme that money!

I got you!

Boy, get your dusty-ass fingers off my car.
I work two jobs for this!

All right.

I thought I was coming
to get you.

I decided to save you the extra trouble
of driving up in them bougie-ass hills

It's like you're ashamed
of living in Baldwin Hills.

Well, living in the hills
is overrated.

Besides, how am I gonna keep my street
cred if I don't walk these streets?

These streets are overrated.

Don't you think you're a little
underdressed for the dance tonight?

What? I thought we was gettin'
rowdy tonight.

Although, for real, though,
uh, you look lit.

Thanks.

Now let's go get gangsta.

Damn, Gina!

Ooh, look at them, Chauncey,
goin' to their homecoming dance.

This is your homecoming too.
Come on, let's celebrate.

Wait a minute.
Where you goin'?

Come on, now, Chauncey.

Give your mama one dance.
We gonna celebrate. Come on, boy.

What's wrong with you?
What, you too good to dance with your mama?

What, you judgin' me?

You think I'm a drunk?

Oh, you mumble-mouth
muthafucka!

You ain't never
gonna be shit!

Kill me!

Kill me like you
killed that girl!

Chauncey! Chauncey! Chauncey!

Chauncey!

Kill me!

Where you going
tonight, Chauncey?

Don't speak right now.
Come on.

Seriously, we came in that?

Hey.
Hi.

Oh, you look so good!

Look at you!

- You look beautiful.
- Thank you.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Unique! Yo!

"Hoochie Love" is my joint.
All right, I got that on repeat, homie.

I thought you said
he was corny.

Shut up!

Where's Ronny? I thought he
was supposed to come with us.

Man, Ronny probably still drunk
from last night's drinking.

Wait, what? No, he said he was
gonna meet me at the dance.

What?

Uh... No.

Uh... I meant, meet us,
meet us here at the dance.

Fuck Ronny! I hope Chauncey
catches his ass on the street.

Eddie!
What's up with you?

I don't want to get caught up
in no hood drama, okay?

Why don't we take a walk in the
park before the dance, okay?

Ah, hell no!

- I wanna roll in the dance with...
- my boy Unique.

Unique is my date,
not yours, Boo. Calm down.

Babe, we need
some private time.

Oh. Private time?
Mm-hmm.

- I'm gonna catch you guys, uh, later.
- Come on.

Just make sure you guys get back
before they announce the king and queen,

'cause, um, I really need
my crew for support.

Girl, you know I wouldn't miss it.
We got you.

Do you? We're going in.

Yo, yo, yo, homecoming
is lit, y'all.

So, check it. I wanna give a shout-out
to two of our homecoming nominees.

We got all-state
wide receiver, Ty Reynolds!

Who would have won
the homecoming game

if he hadn't have injured
himself at halftime.

Mmm. But, we got
my homie, Lisa Wa--

Oh, my God,
is that Unique?

Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!

Hey. Do your
thing, superstar.

"Hoochie Love"!

DJ, cue it up and,
uh, clear out.

So, check it out.

I want to give a shout-out to the
hoochie that came here with me today.

What's up, baby?

♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo ♪

♪ Everybody sittin'
Red dress hittin' ♪

♪ Driver's side
But my window's gone ♪

♪ When I pull up to the club
They won't leave me alone ♪

♪ Drink that purple potion
Got me movin' in slow motion ♪

♪ She poppin' that wheel... ♪

♪ Droppin' down like Alice
Hoes never break old habits ♪

♪ This crazy life is tragic ♪

♪ Let's rock 'n' roll
Let's have it ♪

♪ Girl, I know
What time it is ♪

♪ When you talk slow
When your eyes are lit ♪

Kim, I thought you were
gonna save me a dance.

How could you
play me like this?

D!

I was not about to pass up a
date with Unique.

I mean, he's a real superstar.
You are just a friend.

I understand.

Derrick, you okay?

No.

No, I'm pretty fucked up.

♪ Gimme some of
That hoochie love ♪

♪ Girl, I know
What time it is ♪

♪ When you talk slow
When your eyes are lit ♪

♪ Drop it low
Don't come back up ♪

♪ Gimme some
of That hoochie love ♪

♪ Knows just
what I'm thinkin' of ♪

♪ Gimme some of
That hoochie love ♪

♪ Girl, I know
What time it is ♪

♪ When you talk slow
When your eyes are lit ♪

♪ Drop it low
Don't come back up ♪

♪ Gimme some of
that hoochie love ♪

♪ Knows just what
I'm thinkin' of ♪

♪ Gimme some of
That hoochie love ♪

♪ Gimme some
of That hoochie love ♪

I want you... now.

Yo, I thought we was gonna
get nasty in the park,

and then you're telling me you want
to break up with me after homecoming.

We're just on two different
paths, Eddie.

It's Ronny, isn't it?

Oh, my God.
This has nothing to do with Ronny.

Okay, then what the hell?
What are we--

Okay, look.

Eddie?

Okay, stop playing.

Eddie?

Oh, shit!

No.

No. No, please. Please!
No. Okay, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Okay?
Please don't! Please, please!

No!

Hell yeah.

We make a pretty good team.

Fo' sho'.

Hey, uh, you sure you still
wanna go to the dance?

I mean, I think we could
have more fun on our own.

We could do that after.

Well, how 'bout just
one kiss for right now?

Damn!
I think I'm in love.

Slow down, girl.

Oh, I gotta take this outside.
It's business.

No! When you come back,
can we go for round two?

I'm down for that.
Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay.
Yeah.

Let's go for
five minutes next time.

You got jokes.

Watch your mouth.
I'm comin' back, all right? All right.

♪ Gimme some of
That hoochie love ♪

Hello? Yeah, hold on
a second. Hold on.

These ladies worked so hard every
single day to get this routine.

I am so proud of you.

And now, we're about to have
Principal Hurd come on out...

Thank y'all for
that warm welcome.

Get off the stage!

Now the moment you been
waitin' for.

This year's Compton High School
king and queen goes to...

Ty Reynolds and Lisa Walker.

We're gonna put some music back
on, and in about ten minutes,

I'm gonna have the king and queen come
up for your official crowning ceremony.

Enjoy y'all's night.

We won!

Oh, oh, whoa.
You all good. Oh, sorry!

I can't believe this.
Me neither.

Congratulations. I gotta
go to the bathroom.

T-M-I! But I'll see you
on the stage.

Uh...

you think you can go with me,
you know, watch the bathroom door?

Huh?

I'm just kidding, girl!

I'm just playing. You know, a king just
wants his queen by his side at all times.

But I'll see you onstage.

Congrats, girlfriend.

What? It looks better now,
with my favorite... Cherry Kool-Aid.

What's up, man?

What's up, pretty boy?

Ladies and gentlemen,
I am so proud to announce

Compton High's homecoming queen.
You voted for her, Ms. Lisa Walker.

Welcome!

Uh-uh. I've had enough.
Come on, get the hell off this stage! Now!

Come on!

Don't! Don't shoot! Don't-- Hands are up.
Please, don't shoot me.

Riley. Go home. Stop drinkin'.

Detective Johnson. Okay.

There is a student
attacking a teacher at Compton High.

Any unit in the area.

Detective Johnson.
I'm in the area. I'm en route.

Help! Help me!

This kid is dead.

Run! Run! Run!

Gina. Gina, come on.
Let's go. Run.

Oh, shit!

- Oh!
- Oh, my God!

Go! Go, go, go!

She's dead! Oh my God!

Come on, Gina. Gina, come on.
Come on, let's go. Come on.

Leave him alone!

Freeze!

On the ground. Now.

He tried to kill me.

Why, Derrick?

Why?

You killed her that day.

Derrick, you might be my
sister's boyfriend, but you ain't her daddy.

Amani!

You killed Amani.

All of you!

Don't move.

Chauncey! Chauncey!
Chauncey! Chauncey!

Chauncey!

No! They killed her.

Amani.

I'm sorry. For everything
that happened that day.

And for what happened
to Amani.

Killed us both that day.

- No, no, no.
- Mrs. Jackson,

you're making it much more difficult
than it has to be. No, please, no.

Oh, please. No, no.
No, stop it!

Derrick is a good boy!
Don't do it!

No! Stop it! Please, no!
Don't go in there!

- Oh, don't go in there, please!
- Don't...

He's a good boy!
He's a good boy!

Stop it!
I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!

He didn't mean it! He didn't!

He didn't mean it!

Just lie down, all right?
Don't fight, just lay back.

Nah, nah. They just gotta pay
for what they did, that's all.

They gotta pay for
what they did to my Amani.

That's-- that's--
It's okay. Calm down.

You listenin' to me?
Get your hands off me!

You listening to me?
Do you hear me?

I'm gonna make 'em pay!
Get your hands off me!

Let me-- Oh, come on, man!
What-- What? You kiddin' me?

Come on! I'm gonna on make
'em pay! I'm gonna make 'em pay!