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Trippin'.
P. Burg down by two.
Five seconds left on the buzzer.
They pass the ball to Lonnie J.
He shakes the defender...
...steps back to the 3-point line and shoots...
...and swoosh!
Buzzer beater! P. Burg wins!
Oh.
Oh!
Come on, get in!
Whoo! Ladies!
Come on, now!
God, you saved my life.
I don't know what this song is,
but turn that shit up!
Whoo!
- Whoo. - Oh, my God...
Hey, he's got moves!
Come on. All right, all right.
Okay.
Oh!
Two six-packs...
...a bottle of Screwdriver...
...and a rolling paper.
- And a lollipop. - And a lollipop.
And a lollipop.
He is so hot!
A'ight, Pop.
Nah.
Yo, yo!
Nah! Nah!
I thought you'd be dead by now.
Help!
Well...
...the fresher, the better.
Lights out.
Lockdown tonight.
Yeah. I'll see you when you get back.
...keep walking!
Joneson!
You served three tours in Iraq,
decorated with a Purple Heart, Medal of Valor.
Come home and get sentenced to 2 years, assault and battery.
Assault and battery for stopping my neighbor
from getting whipped on by her drunk husband.
You put that man in a coma, son.
You got another year for breaking an inmate's jaw.
He was a bully.
And what are you, some type of hero?
No, man, I'm far from that.
A'ight. On one page of your file, it states you're smart.
Reading comprehension, vocabulary, math
on a high level.
Another page, it says you got a temper,
problems with anger management.
I've been working on that.
And thanks to overcrowded jails,
your last year of good behavior,
and, uh... your decorated military service...
...let you out with five years' parole.
So you're stuck here under my supervision with no address.
I'ma have to send you to a halfway house.
What about Ohio?
I got family in Ohio, man. I- Uh--
Here, I--
I don't got no one or n--
nowhere to go.
I fought for my country.
I don't belong in no cage.
You know...
I served a tour in Kuwait.
For most of us, it wasn't easy coming home.
Some of us got lucky getting in law enforcement.
Most of us ended up on the street,
but that does not excuse criminal activity.
It doesn't erase the fact that you are an ex-convict.
But... I'll put in a request...
...for your transfer.
Until then...
...here's an address for you.
Ain't this a place for traumatized soldiers?
Some people are there for that.
Others are there because they ain't got no place else to go.
The government already wrote them off.
- Anyone? - It's such a good thing.
- Hey, you want one? - Yeah...
You know-- You know I have your back.
...let me know. And I'm always here for you.
- You know how it is. All right. - Thank you.
- I'ma see you later. - Okay.
Yeah. I'll see you when you get back.
- There you go. - Yeah.
Hey, yo!
Who left one spoon of chocolate in the can?
Dang...
- He's tripping, huh? - Huh?
Yo, why y'all ain't just finish that shit?
How am I supposed to make chocolate with one spoon?
That shit is--
Come on, man.
- He's gotta chill out. - I'm tired of this shit, man.
One spoon of chocolate
will change your whole glass of milk.
That's why they tell you.
They're scared of the changes you make.
One spoon of chocolate
will change your whole glass of milk.
"One morning, I happened to turn over
the salt cellar at breakfast.
I reached for some of it quick as I could...
...to throw over my left shoulder
and keep off the bad luck, but...
...Miss Watson was in ahead of me,
crossed me off.
She says, 'Take your hands away, Huckleberry.
What a mess you're always making.'
The widow put in a good word for me...
...but that wasn't gonna keep off the bad luck."
Yeah, I'm done, kids.
About to call it a night.
Fist bumps.
Good night, good night, good night.
There we go.
Go on.
Mr. Unique...
...you're pretty cool.
Thanks, dude.
So, grab your things and leave in the morning.
Yeah. I don't know, uh...
...what to say or how to thank you, but--
Now, you wanna thank me?
Use your brain, not your brawn.
Don't go out there and get yourself into trouble.
'Cause they'd love to put you so far up in those mountains,
even Jesus wouldn't visit you.
Trouble is...
...the last thing on my mind.
Good.
All right, P.O. Beem.
Hey, Randy.
I pulled a few strings to get that transfer for you.
I believe you got potential, soldier. Don't let me down.
Pittsburgh, please.
Must be a convention down there.
- Hm. - Mm-hmm.
Pittsburgh, please.
Thanks.
One-way ticket to Ohio.
♪ Jesus Christ might've ♪
♪ Walked on water ♪
♪ Like Superman Through the sky ♪
♪ Immigrant makes his way Across the border ♪
♪ Hoping for a better life ♪
♪ But when he tries to Find it, he's reminded ♪
♪ That dreams are born to die ♪
♪ His reality ♪
♪ Kills his fantasy ♪
♪ It's not A comic book life ♪
You want a bump?
Nah, I'm good.
Suit yourself.
It's a cool song, though.
Thanks.
I see you're a reader.
And I got the perfect book for you, my friend.
Take a look at that one.
A'ight. Thanks.
Now, I sell these for 50 bucks. That's wholesale.
Do that copy for you for 25.
I'm the regional rep for the company.
I got a big meeting in Pittsburgh with a big client.
No, thank you.
Pittsburgh!
Yeah, take care.
Heading on to Ohio, huh?
I'ma make you a deal.
I'll give you a copy of this book for free
if you'll hand out some of my business cards
for me when you get to Ohio.
Fair exchange.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
This country would be a whole lot better
if we all lived by that.
Shit.
Yeah.
Cuzo!
Oh, Ramz!
- This is the word... - This is the word, man.
- Made it up out of here. - You look good.
I see you. Let me get this. Come on.
- Yeah. - Yeah. Now, come on.
Let me show you your room.
Damn. It's been a second, man.
It has.
Jeez.
Home sweet home, huh?
This used to be Lonnie room, but...
...you know...
Put most of the stuff in the garage.
I ain't really think you'd mind the trophies too much.
Nah, nah, come on, cuz.
The trophies, that's--
- That's a good touch right there. - For sure.
I got you something else, too.
I was wondering what this was,
like a little gift certificate or something?
Nah, it's more like a welcome home gift.
A welcome home gift?
Yeah, cuzo.
Let's see what this is all about.
Yo, you-- you for real, Ramz?
Yeah.
Yo!
I got you.
- Yeah... - Hold on. You put my
name on the deed?
Yeah, man. Now you always got a home address.
I don't even know how to say thank you, man.
You ain't got to.
We family.
After Moms passed, me and Lonnie
just decided to...
...stay and take care of the crib.
Yo, it's still hard to believe
cuz just died on the side of the road like that.
Part of the puzzle is, they ain't never find his jacket.
Finders keepers, man.
To Lonnie.
What's up, Jones? What y'all up to?
Chill. Just reminiscing.
My cousin Unique I told you about.
Okay.
I see you got the whip on dubs, though, now.
Motherfuckin' right, homie.
Hey, look, Consumer Reports say
this is the safest car you could drive.
Yeah, on an empty street.
- Tell me later, though. - I'll holler.
Mmm.
Damn, son.
You must spend hours on this shit.
Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, hey. - I'm on your ass!
That was just plain bad. - No, I--
- I can't beat this shit. - Ba! Ho-hooh!
Pick the controller back up.
You want to take it to the court?
You know what I'm saying? We can see who get the last laugh.
♪ I'm the one-man army, Ason ♪
♪ I never been tooken out I keep MCs looking out ♪
♪ I drop science like girls be Dropping babies ♪
♪ Enough to make A nigga go crazy ♪
Yes, sir.
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!
Check up.
I don't see how you play... ball in them damn Timbs.
Yeah. This a nigga-- This is a New York thing.
We wear Timbs seven days a week, 365 a year, baby.
Ah!
- Cross them! Cross them! - Still nothing! Still noth--
Didn't I tell you that was all nothing?
Ooh... Like that.
Game, bitch.
Told you, cuzo.
- You cannot win... - A'ight.
- ...wearing them damn Timbs. - A'ight.
It don't happen that way.
Hey, you got that.
What do we have here?
Jesse, Paulie, what's up buddies?
We ain't your fucking buddies.
What's the fucking rules around here, Jonesy?
You tell us. What's the rules around here?
Ain't no coons or niggers allowed, boy.
What you say to me, white boy?
I got your nigga right here.
Oh, yeah, you fucking nigger?
What if I come over there and I cut those
motherfuckers right off you?
You know what, gentlemen?
We don't want no problems.
I'ma walk over here.
I'ma get our ball.
We gon' split, a'ight?
Too late, coon. You got enough trouble coming now.
Hey, hey! Whoa! Hey, guys. Look...
My cousin not from here, a'ight?
He don't know the rules. Chill out.
Since you are new around here...
...maybe we'll let y'all slide.
I'ma let you jigaboo motherfuckers go this time,
but leave that fucking ball for compensation.
Heh, and them Jordans, too.
Yeah, the ball plus those Jordans,
and don't let me catch y'all's fucking asses
around here again, not gon' be the same story.
We can agree not to come back here...
...but this is a community center...
...open to the public,
paid for by taxpayers.
Ain't gon' be no compensation.
You don't think I know what that fucking
sign says, nigga?
Leave the goddamn ball in your hands
or the ones down your fucking pants!
You pick, nigga!
Hold on!
Yeah, cuzo!
Get up, man. Get up.
Come on!
I'm gonna get you nigger fucks!
- Fuck! - You all right?
Get the fuck up! We're gonna get Jimmy!
You hit him.
That way...
...you don't damage your goods.
Nice, bro.
That's why Jimmy's the fucking king!
What the fuck happened to y'all bitches?
Jesse. Let me see it.
Yeah, that's definitely broken.
Who the fuck did this?
It was Joneson from that fucking Black basketball team.
Man, he had this militant-ass nigger
I've never seen before, irking him on, and shit.
Get Jesse fixed up.
We're gonna find these fucking idiots.
Fucking now!
Yo, who is that, bro?
I don't know. Just get the door, man.
Yeah...
Is Ramsee in?
Oh, uh-uh-uh-uh.
- It is 5 p.m., boy. - Baby!
You supposed to be taking me to Daddio's
for all-you-can-eat chicken wings.
Baby, c-- watch out! I'm winning right now.
Up two thirds.
This is my girl Aretha.
That's her friend Darla.
This is my cousin Unique.
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
Pleasure's mine.
I promised Aretha I'd take her out to dinner...
And it's after I finish this round of this game. Please.
Do you want to be cuddling with that damn joystick
tonight, or...
...do you want to cuddle with me?
Oh, that's how y'all doing it?
This is normal? This what--
- Where'd you get that from? - From her mom.
Her mom is a freak like that?
- No. From her mom's job. - Oh!
No, no. Her mama
- is a freak like that, though. - Oh!
She got her daddy whipped.
- Just like I got you. - Baby...
- Are we gonna go?
- Where her mama work at? - Or am I going home?
- Uh, a hospital. - All right. No. All right.
You gonna let me freshen up first?
- Okay. - Mm-hmm.
Is it like this all the time?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, you get-- you get used to it.
Sounds like you need some help.
Come on, lover boy, go get fresh.
Open it up!
Yeah...
All right, all right. I got four milkshakes
right here for y'all.
- Thank you, thank you. - Excuse me.
- Pardon my reach. For you. - Mm-hmm.
And last but not least.
Can I get you guys anything else?
You can get us a different waitress.
What you-- A'ight.
Another rude-ass table.
I swear. I can't wait to quit this job.
Fuck. His car's not here, man. They not home.
Wastin' my fucking time, Jesse.
Nah, I know where the fuck they at.
They love that Friday fried chicken special.
- That's crazy. - Yeah, yeah.
You're supposed to get married now.
What the fuck you guys want?
Where the fuck is Jonesy?
Man, I don't know! I haven't seen him!
These ain't even the right fucking niggers, man.
- Coon's a coon. - Chill out.
Hey, what-- what the fuck y'all got with us?
- Shut the fuck up! - Hey, bro.
Quiet! When you see Jonesy,
- give him this message. - Hey!
Hey, hold on bro! Now, wait, bro!
- Chill! - Stop doing it, bro!
Shut the fuck up!
Didn't I say shut the fuck up?
- Shut the fuck up! - Hey, what the fuck?
Shut the fuck up!
- Wow! - Hey, now...
Yeah, you can carry the bag.
Yo...
Ah...
Mr. Pologo, you don't have any other kind of music?
Hey, it's my store. I play what I want to play.
You want that hippity-hop-hop shit,
then go down to Daddio's or something.
"...Ohio leads the state in successful organ--"
It's just 50 cent, boy.
Yeah. Yeah. Um, I was actually
wondering about that sign in the window.
Yeah? What about it?
"Help wanted."
I know what it says. I wrote it.
I happen to be looking for a job.
Well, you keep looking.
- Come on, boy! - I'm coming.
Uh, now I'm gonna need to see some ID.
Come on, Mr. P. We was just in here last week,
and you still need to see ID?
Boy, you can come in here every minute,
every day of the week, and I still gotta ask you
to show me ID.
Well, I do have ID.
Yes, you do.
Yeah. Thank you.
We about to get fucked. Yes.
Hey, Mr. P., you got some condoms?
- What kind? - Trojans.
L-- Let me get the mags.
- There you go. - Yeah.
On the house.
Mr. P.!
Yeah.
What you want, boy?
Hand these out to some of your customers, a'ight?
Oh, how nice are you?
Bro-nique.
Hey, hey, hey!
Nah. No sipping in the whip.
- Baby. - You know what's up.
Come on. One sip before you pull away.
No sippin' in the ride.
- Mm... - You know--
One sip of the liquor...
...get me in the mood quicker.
Mm-mm.
- Nope. - Not the time. No.
Hey! No! Hey. You just said one sip.
- Chill out, you don't-- You do-- - One more!
- One! - No...
Baby, just chill.
Just chill.
Oh! What the--
What the fuck?
Who's doing it?
Come on, motherfuckers!
Yo! Fucking drive, Ramz.
Oh, fuck!
- Drive! - Ramsee drive!
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
What the f--
Oh!
Yo, what the fuck was that?
I don't know!
Oh, my God.
Who the fuck was that?
Jimmy and them.
They probably want revenge for that fucking scuffle
at the rec center.
Scuffle? What scuffle?
They almost tried to kill us out there!
We need to go-- We need to call the cops.
Call the cops?
The sheriff is Jimmy's dad, Darla!
Right. Yeah, I know, I know.
That's the sheriff's son?
- Yeah. - Yeah. He gets away with
whatever the fuck he wants.
Shit. They just wanted revenge, yo.
Definitely get that shit.
And my fucking car.
So it's over then, right?
Yeah, yeah.
Right?
Yeah, it's over.
Jimmy. What's going on around here tonight?
It was a hit-and-run.
You get the make and license?
Yeah. It's the fucking coon Ramsee Joneson.
Hey! How did this happen?
We were outside Pologo's...
This car just came right at us.
We moved out the way.
- Yo, what the fuck was that? - I don't know.
But they mowed Josh down.
Just kept fucking going.
Listen, Mrs. Bern, we're gonna get you justice
- on this, all right? - Okay.
Are you sure it was Joneson?
That boy never causes any trouble.
- Yeah, I'm sure. - Yeah, it was.
You don't think we know that fucking hooptie?
Susky, why don't you take a couple
of patrol cars and go to Joneson's house
and bring him back to the station?
Yes, sir.
Jesse, sit down.
Now, ma'am, I'm terribly sorry.
What did y'all...
Hey, I, uh--
I gotta go home.
Okay, I'm gonna stay here with Ramsee.
Okay.
You want me to call you a car?
No, that's-- that's okay.
I live just a little ways away across town and...
...I could use a walk in fresh air.
I could walk you home.
Be careful, cuzo.
Ow! Hey, man.
All done.
This shit hurt, but thank you.
- Oh! Stop! - All right, my bad.
Let me go get you some Neosporin.
That'll do fine.
Cousin Ramsee is the closest family I have.
He's a good guy. I'm glad him and Aretha
are together.
Yes. Yes.
Yes!
Freeze!
What the fuck?
All right, stud. Get your clothes on.
You're coming with us. Both of you.
Why y'all fucking with us?
Copy that, our ETA five to seven...
What's happen-- yo--
- You're hurting me! - Hey!
- Get in the car. - Shit!
Get in the fucking car!
Oh, shit.
Um. Thank you for walking me home.
Oh, yes. It's my pleasure.
I better get inside.
Maybe I can come by and see you sometime?
Only if you promise to be good.
I'll be better than good.
Darla, is that you out there?
Yeah, Mom. I'll be inside in a second.
Oh, nah, you pulled out the lipstick.
- Well, do you have a pen? Okay. - Nah, it's cool points.
- You got it. This is perfect. - All right.
Yeah.
Um, call me when you get home,
just...
...you know, just so I know you're safe.
- Safe? I'll be safe. - Mm-hmm.
- I mean it, call me. - All right.
- Good night. - Good night.
It's him.
Where the fuck you going, coon?
Hey, coonie boy. What's up, motherfucker?
Get that motherfucker!
Hey, get that nigga!
What the-- Black piece of shit!
You got nowhere to go, boy!
You better run, nigger!
Hey!
Yo! Hop in, hop in. Come on! Hop in.
You shouldn't be smoking and driving, D.
Shit. That's the only way to drive.
Knock 'em both!
Motherfuckers fucking with my paint job!
Whoa!
Ah! I'ma catch me a nigga, boy!
Yeah, Jimmy! Bring him to us.
Yo, watch out!
Whoa!
Whoo!
See that, boys?
That's money going up in smoke.
Now, let's get the fuck out of here.
Burn, motherfuckers!
Oh!
Fuck!
My ride...
Yo, this is Ramz.
Leave a message.
We're gonna go in through the back.
- You got it? Okay. - Mm-hmm.
My dad and I used to hide in here...
...from my mom.
We still do sometimes.
Yeah.
Heater doesn't work, and it gets cold,
so I'll get, um,
some blankets, and I-- I'll check on
Aretha and Ramsee and see what's going on.
Okay.
- Hi, Mom. - Dar.
The suspects
crashed into a container
and then mowed over. local resident Josh Bern
in what is being described as a
blatant DWI and attempted manslaughter.
Sir, what is your name?
Uh, Pologo.
Mr. Pologo, tell me a little
bit about what you saw here
this evening at the store.
Well, it was quite a night.
We had three Black kids. I mean, they come in here
all the time, trying to buy booze, no ID.
Nothing but trouble these kids--
Darla, isn't that Aretha?
What happened tonight is just par for the course for things
that are going wrong in this town,
and in this country, damn it.
We are being overrun.
Well, two suspects are already in custody.
Now, police are still looking for another unidentified male
suspect that was said to have been in the vehicle as well.
Where's our daughter?
Damn it! Where is our daughter?
All right, now.
Calm down here, now.
Calm down? We wanna see our daughter right now.
Look, your daughter is in our custody.
Now, she ain't no minor, so she has to stand on her own accord.
Look, our daughter ain't do nothing wrong.
Her and the Joneson boy been charged with
DWI and vehicle assault.
Now they gonna go down and see a judge in the morning,
and it ain't nothing y'all can do about it.
Okay, well, we wanna bail her out.
We have the right to bail her out.
They're gonna post bail in the morning.
Now, I suggest you both go back into your warm beds,
unless you want to spend the night here with her
in one of my cold cells.
You can't stop us from bailing--
Boy, don't go on ramping about
what I can or what I cannot do!
You know my forte, Lindsey.
I'm the law around here,
and I ain't in the mood for your shucking.
Come on.
Yo, this is Ramz.
Leave a message.
There she is.
Mom, I'm so sorry.
Oh, it's all right, baby girl. Darla told us everything.
And you ain't commit no crime.
Except for drinking alcohol
with that Joneson boy.
- Oh, God... - Mmm...
Now, you know, your mama and I put up our life savings to
get your little ass up out of here, huh?
Sweetheart, we can make that back.
Our baby girl is worth two life savings.
All right, come on.
Let's go home and get you cleaned up.
You smell like a drunk stripper.
I can't--
But, Dad, what about Ramsee?
He doesn't even have any parents!
Listen, baby girl, we have to look after our family.
I'm sure he got some damn family
that's gonna look after him.
They're looking for you.
You gonna turn yourself in?
Um,
that's--that's not gonna work for me.
I gotta get Ramsee out.
How are you gonna do that?
I don't know.
I'm sorry I got you into this.
Nah, it ain't your fault.
This town's just upside-down, baby.
How can we help?
Look, my court date is in two months, a'ight?
I just need to bail out of here
and drop, like, five on a lawyer.
Where you gonna get the money?
The house.
You're not gonna be able to sell your house that fast.
Look, I'ma just sign it over to the bail bondsman
as collateral,
and then Unique has to just sign it in person.
It'll work out.
Now, Darla,
make sure that you take Unique
down there so he can sign it in person tomorrow.
Please. That's the only way that this shit can work.
And you...
...shaved legs...
...handcuffs...
...the rest of the lube.
And I need you to be oiled up.
You feel me? Two days.
So we can get back to work.
All right?
Ramsee.
Yeah.
Hey, uh, what can I do you for?
We're here to post bail for Ramsee Joneson.
The boy's bail is set at 50,000.
You're gonna need 5K
at least in cash.
We wanna use this as collateral.
Now, if you sign this over to me, and I post the cash bond,
and that Joneson boy don't show up to his court date,
you lose the house.
Yeah, we know that.
I wasn't talking to you, Missy.
I'm talking to the gentleman who needs to do the signing.
So why don't you just have a seat right over there?
I understand.
Now, you're just gonna need to sign that,
and I need your ID.
Take the damn hood off, boy.
Betty Sue, let's notarize this thing.
I'm gonna need your fingerprint right here.
No, no. Just your thumb.
You have strong hands.
What are you trying to do, give the boy
a manicure or something?
Just take his prints and get on with it.
No, I cou-- No I couldn't-- I couldn't hear you.
Um, could you repeat that?
I've accepted your house as collateral,
and your bond has been posted.
I also got them to let your car out of the impound.
Hey. Thank you, Mr. Beefkake.
That's so great. Thank you so much.
No need to thank me. This is business, boy.
Uh, by the way, now, I am gonna need
another signature from you.
So I'm gonna come pick you up at County
and take you down to the impound.
Okay. Yeah, yeah. Thank you. Yes, sir.
I mean, uh, yes, sir, or, uh... I-- I got it, I got it.
Yeah.
Yeah!
Hop in.
Just, uh, sign here and we are all done.
Oh, yeah, um...
...still have to get it notarized, right?
Of course we do.
What do you think Betty Sue is here for
- a joyride? - Ooh, shit.
- Wow. - I'm sorry.
- Mm-hmm. - Hey.
I'm going to need your fingerprint
right here.
You have strong hands.
Okay.
Get that back to the office and, uh,
I'll meet you in an hour. Okay. See you later.
See ya.
You ready?
Thank you again.
Hey, man, they closed.
You mind giving me a ride back to my house?
I'm not your chauffeur, boy.
Besides, they don't close till 11.
Old Tom Susky's probably just went on a shit break.
Yo, I'm here to pick up my vehicle!
Hey, yo, Susky, you in there?
Fuck.
Damn, baby.
They beat you bad.
But you're still a diamond to me, though.
Welcome home.
You know you paralyzed Josh, right?
I'm sorry.
Don't worry. We're gonna, uh--
we're gonna do you way worse...
...buddy.
It was only--
It was only an accident.
Yeah?
Well...
...this is intentional.
Scoop this nigger up.
Dr. Murphy, the bruises on this body
couldn't have been obtained by no car accident.
Nurse Lindsey...
...when you become a doctor...
...when you complete your eight years of study
to be awarded a certificate like the ones you see
on the wall there...
...you can give us a diagnosis.
Until then, if you wanna keep your job...
...sign the damn paper.
Thank you.
Sir.
Now get the body covered up and have the orderlies
transport him down to the morgue.
I'm going to go enjoy my breakfast.
Yes, sir.
God...
Baby why?
I know, I know, sweetie. I know.
I know it hurts.
I know it hurts, and I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I know.
Okay, come on.
Can I come in?
Mr. Lindsey. Yeah.
Um, how can I help you?
Oh, I didn't come here to see you.
Came to talk to Randy.
Can you give us a minute, please?
Sir.
You Aretha's dad?
Yes, I am.
I'm also the mortician here.
Randy...
I'm sorry, but Ramsee is dead.
Mm.
How?
Why?
Drinking and driving.
He ran his car off the road.
- Drinking and driving? - Mm-hmm.
My cousin's not the type.
Yeah, that's what the coroner report states.
Hey.
You all right? It's okay.
Hey, uh...
Randy, I gotta come clean with you.
Those bruises didn't look like they came from a car accident.
What you saying?
It looked like that man was beaten to death.
And when I embalmed the body...
...all the major organs were missing.
I'm talking heart, liver,
kidney, you name it.
Now, why...
...would his organs be missing?
I don't know.
But I'm telling you this because if you want to live,
I suggest you leave this town immediately.
I came to Ohio 'cause I have nowhere else to go, man.
You can stand here...
...or you can leave.
Or I can stand here and fight for what's mine.
Fight?
Fight who?
Fight what? What-- What, what? The system?
Fight for what's right.
Let me tell you something, young man.
Might is right.
No, man.
This system is a giant.
David slew a giant with a goddamn slingshot.
David wasn't an ex-con fugitive
with no family and no support,
and no money.
I know this hurts, son.
I do.
Take this money...
...and I want you to go and get a bus ticket.
I suggest that you get your black ass on it and
get the fuck up outta here. Do you understand me?
Yeah, is this Parole Officer Ronald Beem?
- This is he. - Yeah, I'm looking for one of your parolees.
Well, I got a lot of those, so which one in particular?
Randy Joneson.
He's a wanted suspect.
Vehicle assault and attempted murder.
He's been on the lam for a couple of weeks somewhere.
I understand he's on parole and assigned to your office.
Uh, yeah, that's correct,
but I transferred his case to Officer Thomas
in the Liverpool office.
Well, while that's underway, he's still
under your supervision, right?
- Correct. - When was the last time you
heard from Mr. Joneson?
- Uh... couple weeks ago. - Based on his case,
he can't go but a week without reportin' in.
Sounds like someone ain't on their job, Mr. Beem.
What's that supposed to mean?
You city liberals
treat your criminals too kindly, that's what it means.
Here in Karensville, we keep an
ankle strap on our parolees so we know their location
at all times. Now, your boy,
he come in here and he stirred up a lotta shit,
and I suggest your office come down here and help us
find him so he can come in and face his charges!
Motherfuckin' liberals.
I can't take this shit.
Do you think he left town?
Hope he didn't.
Now, what's it matter?
'Cause it's his word against yours.
Nobody's gonna believe a nigger ex-convict
over a pure-blood, good old American citizen.
Brutus, shut the fuck up.
Now, listen...
...this personal shit you got going on
with this Joneson boy is bad for business.
What do you mean, bad for business?
We just brought in another half mil.
Boy, you get your good looks and strength
from my side of the family,
but you get your brains from your mama's side,
and like your mama,
the older you get, the dumber you get.
Now, this
fugitive Joneson boy
is what we call a leaky fuckin' faucet,
and it's up to you boys to tighten it up.
Hello?
Where's my fucking lighter?
Susky, Colt,
go knock on some doors, talk to some more people.
Brutus, make sure Betty Sue posts something
in the paper tomorrow. Jimmy, you round up all
your boys, and you go down and put some pressure
on all those young folks down around Sixth Street.
Whatever you say.
We need to nip this in the fuckin' bud.
Yo!
Y'all seen that, uh, new Joneson nigga around here?
Calls himself Unique.
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy.
Didn't we fry that fuckin' nigga?
'Sup, my niggas? Wanna buy some weed?
Nah.
Contrary to popular opinion,
smoke too much of that,
shit'll kill you.
by The Notorious B.I.G. plays]
♪ Niggas in my faction ♪
♪ Don't like asking questions ♪
♪ Strictly gun-testing Coke-measuring ♪
♪ Giving pleasure In the Benz-ito ♪
♪ Hitting fannies, spending Chips at Manny's ♪
♪ Hope you creeps Got receipts ♪
♪ My peeps get dirty Like cleats ♪
♪ Run up in your crib Wrap you in your Polo sheets ♪
♪ Six-up in your wig piece Nigga decease ♪
♪ Muah, may you Rest in peace ♪
♪ With my sycamore style ♪
♪ More sicker than yours Four-four and fifty-four draw ♪
♪ As my pilot, steers my Lear; yes, my dear ♪
♪ Shit's official Only the Feds I fear ♪
♪ Here's a tissue Stop your blood clot crying ♪
♪ The kids, the dog Everybody dying, no lying ♪
♪ So don't you get Suspicious ♪
♪ I'm big dangerous, You're just a little vicious ♪
♪ As I leave my competition Respirator style ♪
♪ Climb the ladder to success Escalator style ♪
♪ Hold y'all breath I told y'all ♪
♪ Death controls y'all Big don't fold, y'all, uh ♪
♪ I spit phrases that'll Thrill you ♪
♪ You're nobody Till somebody kills you ♪
♪ You're nobody ♪
♪ Till somebody ♪
♪ Kills you ♪
Yeah!
Fuck, yeah!
Reinforcements have arrived.
- Yeah! - These pistols are nice.
Who's ready to have a party!
Yee-ha!
- Hey. - Hi.
Um,
bus leaves at...10 a.m.
Make sure you're on it 'cause there won't be
another one for a week.
Um...
...everyone will be in church,
so... you should be able to slip out unnoticed.
Just in case, I...
...got you this.
Hmm.
Thank you.
For everything, really.
I made something for you.
It's beautiful.
Think I will name him...
...Randy.
Uh, it's a good name.
Guess this is the last time I'm gonna see you.
Hold on.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
I'm impressed.
His misfortune, our fortune.
You know what to do.
Yeah.
I need to get ready for church.
Can't you skip it this time?
As much as I would love to...
...my mom and I never skip church.
Most of the people in this town never skip church.
Well, except for Jimmy and his gang of degenerates.
They usually party all night Saturday
and sleep all day Sunday.
I guess they're not afraid of going to hell.
Where I come from...
...they say heaven is what you make it.
Hell is just what you got to go through to get it.
Yeah, that sounds about right to me.
Take, um...
...Dean Street...
...to the bus station. It's more discreet.
Whatever you do, don't miss that bus.
Understood.
You can make it, Unique.
You're a survivor.
It looked like that man was beaten to death.
Preparation.
Preparation is one of the commandments of God
that was not mentioned in the original ten
he gave to Moses.
God instructs us to prepare.
The majority of the ten commandments
tells us what thou shalt not do.
For preparation is a commandment
that thou shalt do.
As we continue...
...with this subject of preparation...
...it leads me...
...to Book of Moses.
After he led the children of Israel out of Egypt,
he had them wander for 40 years
before they could enter the Promised Land.
Thus it is he who has prepared
to enter the kingdom...
...that shall enter the kingdom.
He who seeketh, shall find.
He who knocketh...
...it shall be opened.
Who the fuck are you--
Rise and shine.
It is 72 degrees here in Karensville.
It's a beautiful Sunday morning.
Now let's hear some inspirational music
from our boys' choir.
Want a hit?
- Yeah, motherfucker. - God!
- I want a hit, motherfucker! - Aah! Sorry.
Oh!
Fuck you!
Oh.
Came to fix a few things.
Oh, Jesus!
Jimmy!
- Jimmy, please! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What? Who?
Some Black guy
is bashing in their fucking skulls!
Legion, this is not a test.
Everybody wake the fuck up!
We got a fuckin' problem.
Boys, bats!
Come on! Let's split this nigga's wig!
You and me.
Come on.
God!
"Come here, motherfucker."
Stop crying.
So,
you're the militant nigga in my town.
I'm Jimmy.
That's all the fuck you got?
Oh, yeah? Let's fight.
Oh, sh--
Get the fuck up, you fucking pussies!
- What the fuck's going on? - Randy fucking Joneson.
Here.
Come the fuck out, boy!
Shit!
Well, that ain't gonna work.
Oh, I, uh...
...hope you feel at home in there.
Ain't no way out.
The only way out is through me.
So face us.
Your cousin Ramsee did.
Only took one stroke.
Oh, I wish you could have seen it.
It was a piece of art.
Randy?
Randy...
Get your black ass
out here now.
And finish this.
Come and face us.
We ain't gonna do nothin' to you...
Except...
...string you up...
...cut your balls off...
...and serve you to the good doctor.
Randy!
Stop being a fucking coward!
And come and face me!
Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this.
Randy!
Get the fuck out here, now!
Randy, you in there?
Nobody lives there anymore.
Huh.
Looks like nobody lives anywhere around here.
It's Sunday, mister, everybody's at church.
Fucking coward!
Face me!
Randy!
- Fuckin' face me! - Jimmy, Jimmy.
Let me negotiate with this nigger.
I'm a trained professional.
Joneson.
Officer Sporaski here.
Karensville's finest.
Come on out...
...quietly.
Oh, my God.
Hell, it sounds like
we're under attack by terrorists.
Come on.
Please, just...
It's coming from the Legion.
Boys, come on. Let's go. Giddyup!
Yes, sir.
Take the cruiser. Let's roll.
Come on...
This is Deputy Colt.
Come again?
Sheriff, it's Deputy Colt.
Can you hear me?
Shit!
All hands on deck.
Everybody to the initiation room.
There's a crazy coon stalkin' around with explosives.
Hurry!
You're stupid for coming here, nigga.
Don't you know you're in the lion's den?
Yeah, I know where I'm at.
And I came here...
...just to fuck you up!
Motherfucker.
You pussy ass fuckin' n--
Don't move, motherfucker.
Come on, over here!
Get these kids medical attention!
Take a deep breath. You're all right.
What you want to do, Sheriff?
Barge in or wait for the SWAT team?
Oh, call the fire department.
You're under arrest.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck this shit.
I'm gonna blow your fuckin' head off.
Hey, listen, you might as well come out.
- You're completely surrounded. - Sheriff?
Sheriff. Officer Beem.
Oh, so you show up here now,
when your boy done gone ape shit in my town?
- I'm here to help. - No.
Not now, and don't you be thinking
that your boy is gonna be going back to any one
of your cells, neither, 'cause my boys, they're
gonna make sure that they shoot him straight to hell!
At the expense of your son Jimmy's life?
Now, give me the damn bullhorn so I can talk to him.
Randy! Randy Unique Joneson.
This is Officer Beem.
Beem.
What are you doing here?
Well, I didn't hear from you for a while,
so I thought I'd come check up on you.
Yeah, I've been meaning to call you, but...
...got a little busy.
I can see you got your hands full.
Now, Randy... I know you're a good man,
so why don't you come on out here so we can talk about it?
We're talking now, man.
This ain't the way.
You're in a lot of trouble, Unique,
but if you come out now peacefully...
...there's a chance you'll see better days.
No, that ain't gonna work for me, man.
- We gotta get the story. - You can't shoot here.
- No, uh-- we're shooting here. - No, Ms. Sanchez--
- I understand. - We are gonna shoot here.
You can't go any further.
This is as far as you can go.
- Ready to go? Two, one. - Are you ready?
Give me that shag-gargling bullshit.
Hey. Wake up.
It's loaded now, motherfucker.
You said something about blowing my head off, right?
Hmm?
Now I'ma blow your head off.
Don't do it, man.
I don't wanna die by the hands of a Black man.
I ain't start this shit.
We were standing up for our--
our rights...
...as tax-paying citizens.
Paying taxes...
...don't give you no rights, nigga.
We dragged you monkeys out the jungles,
and civilized you.
We built this country.
You people walk around
like you have ownership.
This country was built on the backs of my people.
We slaved.
We gave blood, sweat, and tears
for this shit.
We fought to make this country great.
I--
I fought
to make this country what it is.
Yeah. That's right.
Because God created your people to serve us.
That's your natural position,
but we, great,
blue-blooded white men...
...gave you freedom.
- Freedom? - Yeah.
Freedom... to roam our beloved country.
And what do you people do, huh?
You just keep asking for more.
Equal rights, equal homes...
...equal pay...
...and equal access
to our women.
Boy, we ain't equal.
You don't have the same value as a blue-blooded white man.
You ain't spittle compared to me.
So that's why you killed my cousin, hmm?
That's why you killed Dap?
'Cause you feel like our lives are worthless?
Yeah.
But your organs are worth a lot.
I get 100K for a nigga's liver.
I get 150 for a kidney,
and I get 250 for a nigga's heart.
...Sanchez from...
That's why I killed those niggers.
Because in this town,
the only valuable nigga
is a dead one.
Well, I just whipped your ass, white boy.
And it ain't 'cause I'm...
...Black or 'cause I'm better.
It's 'cause I was better prepared than you.
You know, I could tell you stories...
True stories...
...to show you the greatness of a Black man.
But you ain't worth the time.
Nah.
You know, our-- our forefathers was right when they said...
...it's self-evident...
...that all men are created equal.
White man, Red man,
Yellow man, Brown man,
Woman.
And yes...
...Black man.
The only thing that offsets equality
is timing and circumstance.
And the circumstances that you and I find ourselves in
right now...
I got the power,
motherfucker.
Mm-hmm.
Yes, me.
I...
...got the power...
...motherfucker.