[Meech] Shit, as long as we keep the yard manicured
and maintain foot traffic, our stash gon' be good.
Fuck!
[upbeat music plays]
I love you.
I love you too.
[Monique] Lamar.
I don't know, it's something different about you.
So I guess you want us to fall back
while Old School work his magic.
I gave you the info to the food trucks
and the stash house.
I'll do what I have to do to get their trust.
You been looking at me like you a dog
and I'm a damn steak, so no, we ain't fucking.
Came to see if you wanted some company.
I got a little extra for you for your inconvenience.
You still need me as much as I need you.
We can file a malpractice suit.
I want them to pay for what they done to my son.
- You Big L? -[Big L] I only work with you.
I don't work with your brother or anyone else directly.
Not a problem at all.
-[gunshot] - Fuck!
[man screams]
Somebody hobbling around southwest Detroit
with a fucked-up limp right now.
Old boy got us for everything.
We just lost everything we fuckin' had.
[funky music plays]
♪ ♪
[Older Meech] Everybody lie. All the time.
'Bout big things, little things.
Most of us learn to do it at an early age.
Okay, sweetie.
So take this note to your teacher,
and if she asks why you were absent,
just tell her you weren't feeling well, okay?
Yes, ma'am, but why can't I just tell the truth--
that our lights got cut out?
Boy, just do what I said.
♪ ♪
[Charles] You still doing homework?
- Yes, Daddy. - Don't work too hard.
[soft giggling]
Hey, babe. Does this look good on me?
Yeah. Looks good on you, baby.
Hey. [giggling]
[Older Meech] We don't do it to hurt people.
We lie because we don't wanna disappoint them,
because sometimes the truth is too painful.
[siren wailing in distance]
[lawyer] Only hours after being operated on,
you tried to leave the hospital
against medical advice, correct?
Objection to "against medical advice."
Lacks foundation.
[lawyer] You told a nurse that you wanted to go home,
and she told you that wasn't a good idea, correct?
I don't remember, no.
[lawyer] And then minutes later,
you tried to leave the hospital, correct?
Objection: conclusory.
[lawyer] Your objection is noted for the record.
You can still answer the question.
Answer only if you know
that you were trying to leave the hospital.
I was trying to find my brother.
[lawyer] And as you were trying to leave, you passed out,
and your smashed your head on the floor, isn't that correct?
Answer only what you know happened
and not what other people told you.
I don't remember.
Would you please take a look at these photographs
labeled defense exhibits five and six?
Do these photos show you and your brother
getting out of a Mercedes-Benz 190?
[Karen] Objection: relevance.
[lawyer] This is a deposition. There's no judge here.
All of your objections are on the record.
Unless you want to suspend this and wait for a ruling.
- You can answer that. - Yes.
In exhibits three and four, do they show you
and your brother wearing fur coats and Rolex watches?
[soft dramatic music plays]
What does your father do for a living?
[Terry] He works at the Cadillac factory
and the hospital.
[lawyer] And your mother?
She works at Wendy's.
[lawyer] And yet these photographs show
you and your brother getting out of a $30,000 car.
Isn't it true that you and your brother
are both selling crack cocaine?
Objection: how he was shot isn't relevant
to whether your client acted negligently
by screwing up his surgery.
Maybe not.
But it appears that your client is engaged
in one of the most violent professions imaginable,
so we are entitled to examine
whether or not any potentially violent activity
that he engaged in after he was released from the hospital
may have contributed to his injury.
You know what? Now we will suspend.
Let's go.
♪ ♪
-[buzzer] -[click]
[background chatter]
[Pat] Be thorough.
Motherfucker's always on some slick shit.
He's straight.
[Pat] And he better be flush too,
or his ass ain't walkin' outta here.
- Don't trip. It's all there. - Get this nigga his re-up.
Actually, I won't be needing it.
What you talking about?
[Meech] You taught me and Tee everything we know
about the game,
and I'll forever be thankful to you for that.
But maybe it's just time we go our separate ways, man.
Oh, so y'all niggas done found a new plug, huh,
didn't you?
That don't mean shit. I still own your rights.
Pat, you said it yourself. I'm dead to you.
Motherfucker, I been wipin' your ass for years.
Ever since you wasn't shit but a speck of dust on the 75.
So I ain't letting you stab me in my back, nigga,
until I'm made whole on my investment.
Pat, you been shortchanging us this whole time, man.
Payin' cents on the dollar for the 30 grand a day
we been moving for you for years!
And on top of that, you killed Rock and threatened me.
Lessons, Meech.
You know what the first lesson is you ever taught me?
Never get high off your own supply.
What you saying, motherfucker?
Pat, you like a father-- [grunts]
Shut the fuck up.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
I'm just trying to stand on my own, man.
After everything we been through?
It don't gotta be like this.
This ain't no friendly push out the nest, nigga.
You excommunicated. You banished.
You stay in your motherfucking lane,
or I swear to God, nigga, I'll wax your little ass.
- Pat. - Get the fuck out of my shop.
[distant indistinct chatter]
-[Zoe] Daddy, you're here. - There she go.
Don't you know it's rude to wake somebody up
without making breakfast?
- Um, I can make something. -[Lamar] All right.
How about some, uh, s-some pancakes?
Okay.
Um, can you pick me up from school today?
It's up to your mom.
We'll see.
Okay. I will be back with pancakes.
You don't trust me pickin' her up?
[Monique] No, it's not that I don't trust you.
It's just that ever since I've known your ass,
you ain't never been on time.
You right, time is not my greatest quality.
But I wanna be a good dad. That means be more responsible.
So I promise to pick our daughter up on time.
Scout's honor.
That ain't no damn Scout sign.
[Lamar] Nah?
All right.
I'm gonna give you this chance.
But do not fuck this up.
I promise, I got you. Don't trip.
[dishes clattering]
Oh, that was a bright idea
to have a 12-year-old cook some pancakes.
I know. I know.
I was just trying to buy us some more time, though.
Lamar.
Come on, tell me this don't feel right.
- Let me go lock this door. - All right.
[door clicks]
[Terry] Yeah, I don't know if I should just keep running
or accept this fucking money.
I don't know, man. I don't know.
[Meech] Nigga, don't do no motherfucking running.
You better take whatever they offer you
so we can put this lawsuit shit behind us.
[Terry] And just let them off the hook?
Get the fuck outta here.
[Meech] Whatchu looking for, Tee?
Mo' money? Huh?
Meech, I can barely see out of my fucking eye.
You damn skippy I want more.
Matter of fact, more importantly,
I want justice, nigga.
That's what the fuck I want, especially when I'm gon' be
like this for the rest of my fucking life.
- I get that. - Do you, nigga?
I get it.
- You do? - Yeah, I do.
But if you keep pushing, you gon' put our whole shit
under a microscope, nigga.
Yeah, you didn't think about that.
[sighs] Yo, since Pat cut our water off
and this ugly motherfucker stole all our shit,
how the fuck we gon' get in with Big L?
[Meech] How much you holding?
Not a hell of a lot at the moment.
Shit, then we gon' have to stutter-step.
Until what?
Yo, I only got one shot with Big L.
Fuck you mean you got one shot?
I mean we, nigga. Motherfu--damn.
W-we! Damn.
And we can't let shit fall apart.
Not now.
We need to go get our shit back from Lamar.
I don't know how.
[traffic sounds]
Everybody got weaknesses, Tee.
Even that crazy motherfucker.
And I think I might know what one is, too.
But you ain't gon' like it.
I'm not even sure if I am either.
[Terry] Man, I ain't trying to hear this shit.
I'm out.
[school bell ringing]
[overlapping shouting, laughing]
[breathy, excited laugh] Eeeeh!
Hey, Zoe. Hey.
- Uh... - Hey.
I thought my daddy was picking me up.
Oh, he got tied up, so your momma told me to come get you.
You had a good day at school?
- Yes! - Oh, that's good, that's good.
[Zoe] Thanks for the new shoes, Uncle Meech.
[Meech] Oh, you like 'em?
- Yes. - I got 'em 'specially for you.
What happened to your nice car?
Oh, it's in the shop right now gettin' fixed.
But are you up for some burgers and fries?
All right, now strap your seatbelt on,
'cause we 'bout to go on an adventure.
[funky music plays]
[Older Meech] If a lie is big enough,
you have to cover it up.
And that's when the problem starts.
'Cause you have to keep lying over and over again
to conceal your secret.
♪ ♪
[Charlie] ♪ I got everything On the line ♪
♪ I'm out here I'm on the grind ♪
♪ Trying to get mine ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga move the weight ♪
♪ Trying to get the cake ♪
♪ I'm in and out of state ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪
♪ It go gram after gram ♪
♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
[50 Cent] ♪ D's ain't that good ♪
♪ These niggas is ratting ♪
♪ They tell them What's going on ♪
♪ That's how they know What's happening ♪
♪ I'm riding With the top down ♪
♪ Trunk full of yola ♪
♪ Ghetto pharmaceutical ♪
♪ I move that Coca-Cola ♪
♪ Thousand grams of pure ♪
♪ Though I fuck With the weirdos ♪
♪ They snort away the pain ♪
♪ Bang their dope In their vein ♪
♪ Shorty crying Christmas ain't coming ♪
♪ Her pop's locked up ♪
♪ When it hurts the worst ♪
♪ Your ace find out She knocked up ♪
♪ Welfare ain't an option ♪
♪ When the Feds Come knocking ♪
♪ It's all fucked up So wish me luck ♪
[Charlie] ♪ At least You could wish me luck ♪
♪ A nigga move the weight ♪
♪ Trying to get the cake ♪
♪ I'm in and out of state ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪
♪ It go gram after gram ♪
♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Too many niggas fake ♪
♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪
♪ One more flip And I'm straight ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Wish me luck ♪
♪ At least you could Wish me luck ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, wish me luck ♪
♪ Wish me luck ♪
♪ All you got to do Is wish me luck, yeah ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey. You good? -[student] Hmm?
[sniffs] You- you know Zoe? You seen her?
Um, I think her dad picked her up already.
[mom] Sarah, let's go.
[Sockie] Hey, remember me?
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
We got Zoe. Even exchange.
The stash you stole for your daughter.
[Lamar] You crazy, nigga? You fucking crazy, nigga?
Go ahead, nigga. Go ahead, fuck me up. Do it.
And you'll never see your daughter again.
[Lamar breathing hard]
Same thing if you try to make moves against us
or call the popo.
Bitch-ass nigga.
♪ ♪
[panting]
Hey, man, get everybody ass right now, nigga.
Now! Now!
Coney's got the best fries, right?
I like Mickey D's, but these are good too.
Thanks, Uncle Meech.
[hip-hop music playing]
Hey, you know I don't live far from here, right?
Oh, I know, but your mom got really busy,
so I got you for the whole [singsong] afternoon.
She didn't tell me anything about this.
And plus, my dad was supposed to pick me up.
[singer] ♪ They said you were With some other guy ♪
Hey, I thought it'd be fun to introduce you
to a friend of mine.
Look, I know you'll like her.
She's got plenty of toys and games.
I guess.
We'll go for ice cream right after, okay?
You can have as much as you want.
Look, I won't even tell your mom
[singsong] if you won't.
A rocky road sundae with extra marshmallows?
Extra, extra marshmallows.
♪ ♪
[engine turns]
[engine revs]
[tires squeal]
I don't care about appearances.
I'm talking about what actually happened.
That offer's completely unacceptable.
Your client was negligent and responsible
for hampering my client's vision.
Terry.
I'ma ask you this question one time,
and I expect you to tell me the truth.
Are you dealing drugs with your brother?
-[sighs] Nah. - Look me straight in the eye.
[Karen] I think you can do better.
Ma, I'm not dealing drugs with Meech.
I'm not!
- All right. All right. -[Karen] Fine.
Let me talk to my client, and I'll get back to you.
The hospital's making an offer for $25,000.
- That's all? -[Charles] Hold on.
What the hell you mean? That's a lot of doggone money.
Not for our son's vision.
If we accept it, is that it?
I mean, could we get more if Terry's vision gets worse?
No.
You'd be signing away all other claims.
Well, what you think we should do?
They're gonna make a big deal out of the fact
that Terry tried to leave the hospital and fell.
- And the photos-- - Terry is not dealing drugs.
Even if that's true, if you don't take the money
and we go to trial,
it'll be about what a jury believes.
If they think Terry's partially to blame,
they could give him less than 25,000,
or nothing at all.
We have three days to decide.
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[soft R&B music playing]
Wanna run it back?
[laughs]
You're so much cuter with your mouth closed.
Yo, what's up with you?
First, you would never look in my vicinity.
Now you show up and fuck me like a damn old-school porno.
[laughs] You're stupid.
Nah, for real. What's up with that?
♪ ♪
You find $100,
you stare around wondering where it came from,
or you pick it up and you count your blessings?
I'ma count my blessings, baby. [small laugh]
- Okay. -[pager beeps]
Wait.
Who the hell is paging me from a 900 code?
That's Meech.
Shit.
Hey. It's Kato.
No, but I'll be there in a halfie.
Meech says he wants to meet me at my place.
- For what? - Hell if I know.
But he said it's important, and don't be late.
♪ ♪
I want you to find where Meech and Terry
lay their fucking heads.
A'ight, find their momma, their daddy, their sister,
they drunk-ass uncle, they big titty auntie,
nigga, I don't give a fuck!
[Tiny] You knew this would blow back
when you snatched they stash.
Pulling niggas off the street
take money out our pockets, man.
I don't give a shit about no money, nigga.
They snatched my daughter.
Aren't you the one
that said our new mandate was business first?
I mean, no disrespect.
I'm just tryin' to think of the bigger picture.
A'ight. You good.
We good, nigga.
And, you know, you- you can bounce, nigga.
Matter of fact, all y'all can. A'ight?
W-we good. We good, nigga.
No doubt.
- Thank you for the reminder. - Anytime.
- A'ight. - Yeah. Anytime.
[dramatic music plays]
[Slick] Back y'all scary asses up.
Y'all ain't finna do shit.
-[person] Man. - Dude.
Now, I don't pay you to think about the big picture, nigga.
Matter of fact, I don't pay you to think at all.
Lamar. Come on, man.
We need all the soldiers we got, G.
[Tiny wheezing]
♪ ♪
Y'all get the fuck on.
And y'all better find me them light-skinned niggas!
[crew muttering]
[dog barks distantly]
[siren wailing]
-[Mars] Bryant. - Can I at least finish my tea?
Interview room one.
Lopez found a witness on our MIA.
Get in there.
- Let him handle it. - It's not a request.
I'll be in observation.
[phones ringing]
How tall? 5'10"?
- No, he was 6'2". - That's very specific.
I'm estimating to the car, which was 52 inches,
assuming standard wheels, which it had.
[Lopez] You like numbers, huh, Mr. May?
[May] Oh, very much. I see them, you know?
I see them when I think of them,
in relation to one another.
I'm told that not everybody does that.
I, for one, sure the hell don't.
Do you?
No.
What else do you remember about the man?
Well, it was dark out. He was brown-skinned.
More like peanut butter than milk chocolate.
And he was 28 inches across here.
[Lopez] And you saw that person force someone into a sedan.
It was a Ford LTD.
[Lopez] Let me guess: you know cars, too.
[May] It was a '79, '80,
with the full row of taillights.
Won't help you much in Detroit.
Probably a few thousand or two
floating around in the city as we speak.
I know a few myself.
You mind if we show you some pictures?
- Of cars? -[Lopez] People.
[May] Oh. Okay.
[Lopez] Are any of these men the person you saw?
[suspenseful music plays]
No. He's not there. I am certain.
- Are you sure? - Mm-hmm.
Okay. Thanks for coming.
If uh, you remember anything else, Mr. May,
please don't hesitate to contact us.
♪ ♪
[Charles] Worried about this doggone settlement.
[Lucille] Don't be. Terry's not settling.
Since when you start making decisions like that without me?
Since you moved out.
You know, that's a lot of money they talking about.
Enough to put Terry through school
and to get him out from under his brother's thumb.
Don't start all of that.
You saw the same pictures I did,
and you can't possibly believe he's an innocent child
who borrowed all that stuff from his brother.
I believe my son.
And you believe him when he said Lawanda's uncle
bought that Mercedes too?
That hospital is trying to get off scot-free.
25,000 ain't no walk in the park.
That is chump change for what they did to our son.
And he'll probably be scarred for the rest of his life.
And now they trying to tear down his reputation too?
No. Their butts are gonna pay.
Lucille, if you push too hard--
You've made your point, okay?
What's that supposed to mean?
You don't live here anymore, remember?
[solemn music plays]
♪ ♪
[hip-hop music playing]
-[Kato] We can't keep her here. - Why? You got other plans?
No, I don't fuck with kids, Meech.
Which is why I ain't got none.
The only damn toy I got lying around here
is my motherfucking dildo.
All you gotta do is keep her entertained. That's it.
And what if she wanna call her mom?
Man, I took care of that already.
Man.
Yeah, look, we not gonna hurt this little girl.
All we gotta do is just hold her, just for a bit.
That's it.
[exhales] Yo, Tee, you on board with this?
Wait, hold on, I know you not questioning us.
You a fucking foot soldier. Remember that.
[phone rings]
- Hello. -[Lamar] Hey, Kato.
Hold up.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
What's up?
Meech and them snatched my fucking daughter.
You heard anything?
Nothing. They ain't told me shit.
Well, I'ma need you to stick
your fucking nose around and sniff.
[Kato] I can't start asking about shit
I'm not supposed to have my nose in.
Somebody over there?
Nah, that's my damn TV.
A'ight, well, if you hear anything or get a bead
on Meech, I'ma need you to beep me right away.
Ha. Hey, tell cuzzo I can't wait to see him.
[tense music plays]
[TV continues in background]
Where'd they go?
They left.
Yo, this was a bad idea, Meech.
Lamar's gonna snap the fuck out.
Good. Then he see he don't got no play
and give us our shit back.
Motherfucker, we just put a bounty
on both our kids' heads.
And not to mention the rest of our fucking family.
Lamar don't know where we live.
Even if he does, he gon' run up on them hitters I hired.
For how long, Meech?
And even if we do get our shit back,
it ain't like this loopy nigga's
just gonna go poof and fucking disappear.
Man, quit pump-faking, Tee.
It was this or killing that motherfucker.
Man, fuck, that ain't the worst idea I heard.
Nigga, what? Who gon' do it, huh?
Nigga, Bryant's already on my nuts for this Jay-Mo shit.
B-Mickie's the reason we in this shit.
And no disrespect, your ass barely held it together
burying Rock.
So now you telling me you ready to put a gun
to this crazy motherfucker's head and blow his brains out?
[sucks teeth] Tch. Man, stop it.
Yeah, but what if shit go sideways? Huh?
Then I got a plan to cover both our asses just in case.
Oh.
All we gotta do is stick together, man.
Womb to the tomb, nigga.
Psshh. Yeah. Womb to the tomb.
[dog barks in distance]
[Monique] Lamar!
Are you back here--
you ain't hear me calling you?
Yo, I was just, uh...
Where's Zoe?
I've been paging you. You supposed to've been home.
She in there
- asleep or something? -[breathing hard]
Zoe, come on. Let's go. Mommy's--move!
- Somebody took Zoe. - Nigga, don't play with me.
What the fuck you mean, somebody took Zoe?
- Look, I need you to calm down. - I'm about to call the police!
You can't do that.
- Why the hell I can't? -'Cause Meech took Zoe!
Meech got Zoe?
Why the fuck would he do something--
This got something to do with y'all street shit, don't it?
I knew I shouldn't have trust your ass!
I knew I shouldn't have fucking trust you!
- Mo, calm down. - Let me the fuck go!
- Please, Mo. - Let me go!
Look, I p-promise you, I promise you I'ma get Zoe back.
All right? Please.
Look, I just need you to tell me where Meech lives.
♪ ♪
- Somewhere in Southwest. - What, y--
You ain't never been to their house before?
Fuckin' lived with his parents.
[Slick] Hey, yo, 'Mar, man.
[heavy breathing]
Hey. We can't find them niggas, dog.
A'ight, I done searched all through Ecorse,
all through Rouge.
Went through every gas station, church, school.
Nobody knows where Terry and Meech live at, dog.
That's 'cause they stay in a hole.
A'ight, I want you to posse up
and go search every single fucking street out there!
Me, nigga?
- You straight, Mo? - We good, nigga. We good.
[breathing hard]
We just need to find our daughter.
You want me to find her.
I'm hopping around like a fucking kangaroo.
♪ ♪
[Lopez] Which Coney Island did you hit?
Lafayette.
I'm an American guy myself.
That explains things.
[Lopez] Autopsy report confirms Jay-Mo died
of a single gunshot to the head.
Sounds about right.
Anything in there we didn't know?
He's got two pierced ears.
You know, I never understood why dudes wear earrings.
You know, it seem like some bitch shit,
like high heels, you know?
You know men were actually the first people in history
to wear earrings?
And there's little documentation
about how it became a female expression.
Okay.
Something you trying to tell me?
Just that we only recovered a single diamond stud.
So it's probably at the bottom of the river somewhere.
Probably.
Just something to keep our eyes on.
♪ ♪
[pounding at door]
[TV in background]
[whispers] Shit.
- What the fuck you hear? - Not a damn thing.
Where the fuck is she?
Yo, I don't have your daughter.
[chatter on TV]
[suspenseful music plays]
♪ ♪
Who the fuck was watching cartoons?
Me. I fucking love Bugs Bunny.
Kato, I swear to God.
Lamar, you know I wouldn't hide your daughter from you.
Kato, on your life...
[breathing hard]
Lamar!
♪ ♪
- Meech, can I go home now? -[pager beeps]
I have homework to do.
Okay, your mom just went to the grocery store really quick,
but how about some ice cream [singsong] on the way?
- I guess. - Come on.
Rocky road with extra marshmallows, right?
Okay.
So you telling me you ain't seen Meech nowhere?
No. B-Mick hit me earlier, told me to go home.
Why the fuck they want you to stay home?
I don't know. They didn't say why.
All right.
All right, man, where in Southwest do they live?
[Kato] I don't know, Lamar. I don't know.
Hey. Hey.
So we gon' go after they people or what, huh?
Huh?
I'm sendin' his people back to him in pieces.
You sure he's not gon' hurt Zoe?
I don't know.
♪ ♪
[engine revving]
[phone rings]
Yo.
[Lamar] This the dead man that's got my daughter?
- Is that my mom? - No, it's not your mommy.
Just make a donation. I'll deliver a doll.
Look, motherfucker,
you just signed yourself a death warrant.
Hey, well, that's a risk I'm willin' to take.
[Lamar] Nigga, I ain't gon' give you
shit back, a'ight?
So you do what the fuck you wanna do.
[phone dialing]
- Hey yo, Tee, we straight? -[Terry] Straighter than 6:00.
All right, bet.
Uncle Meech, we going to get ice cream, right?
Yep. And then one more stop [singsong] before we go home.
[engine revving]
[brakes squeal]
[tools whirring]
[man] Might have to move a few things around.
Yeah, man, we gon' take a few hours, bro...
♪ ♪
Come on with it. Come on with it.
Come on, come on.
[gunshot]
Surprise, motherfucker! You know what it is, nigga.
50 Boyz. Shut the fuck up, nigga.
- You know what it is. -[hip-hop plays on radio]
You know what the fuck it was, nigga.
[all talking at once]
[rapper] ♪ The tune'll get rougher ♪
♪ When you start to stutter ♪
♪ That's when you had Enough of ♪
♪ Biting It'll make you choke ♪
♪ You can't provoke You can't cope ♪
♪ You should've broke Because I ain't no joke ♪
[Sockie] Get your bitch ass in the trunk, nigga!
We not fucking playing!
Shut up. Fuck's wrong with you, nigga?
Ah, shit!
[person] Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
[indistinct shouting]
[laughs] You see that shit?
[both talking at once]
50 Boyz, nigga!
That nigga was scared as shit.
[rapper] ♪ 'Cause you're expressing ♪
♪ The rhyme that I'm styling ♪
♪ This is what we all Sit down to write ♪
♪ You can't make it So you take it home ♪
[Slick] Fuck y'all.
I already told you Tom and Jerry-looking motherfuckers
I don't know shit about no robbery.
Bitch, we know you was fucking there.
Our homeboy shot you in your leg.
Fuck you, you skinny motherfucker.
- Ohh-- -[Terry] Chill! Chill.
Let me handle this, B.
[hoarsely] Oh, I'ma fucking kill you.
All you gotta do is just tell us where our shit is,
and I'ma cut you loose, straight up, no bullshit.
Straight up... I ain't tellin' you
or this malnourished-looking motherfucker shit!
Nigga, didn't I say I got this?
I got this!
Damn, B!
Be a good boy, bitch.
[Terry] Shut the fuck up, nigga.
Now, just do us both a fucking favor
and just tell me where our shit is,
before my boy loses his shit again.
This is what I can tell you, nigga.
All right? [panting]
Your eye is really fucking misleading, my nigga.
I don't know what's going on over here.
And second, homie, Lamar's gonna bring
your ugly-ass baby to you back in fucking pieces.
Fuck you, nigga.
Fuck!
[chair clatters]
[Slick] All right, this is what I'ma tell you.
[labored breathing]
Hey, my bitch hit harder than you.
[laughs]
And look, homie, you gon' wish the shooter
would have blew your fucking brains out...
[Terry] You gon' wish you never
- said that. -[Slick] You lopsided--ohh!
[Terry] Fucker! Fuck you.
Fuck!
Fuck his shit, Terry.
Fuck you, nigga. 50 Boyz, nigga.
-[whispers] Oh, shit. -[Lopez] Bryant.
[soft dramatic music plays]
What are you doing?
Uh, can't seem to find my house keys.
Want me to chip in and help?
No, no, no, I'm good.
All right. I'll see you tomorrow.
All right.
[suspenseful music plays]
♪ ♪
[Meech] The fuck?
Hey, yo, we tried everything. This nigga ain't talkin'.
Man, do I gotta fuckin' do everything?
Untie this nigga and clean y'all self up, man.
Untie this nigga, man!
[click]
That's you?
Yeah, you a old head who tougher than most.
I see that.
Lotta niggas woulda folded by now.
Not you.
Cut the good cop, bad cop shit, nigga.
We ain't fucking friends.
Now, see, that let me know
you don't give a fuck about yourself.
Get your ass up. Let me show you something.
Get the fuck up, nigga! I ain't stutter.
- Come on, nigga. -[Slick exhales]
You see, I know you more scared of Lamar
than anything I could ever do to you.
I'ma show you something.
You see her?
[Slick] Yo, what the fuck?
Nigga, you ain't a fucking killer.
Nah, but I'm desperate as fuck.
So you got a choice.
Tell me where the fuck my dope at
and I give her back safely to Lamar.
You get to be the hero, nigga.
But if not, I'ma cut her fucking head off,
and I'ma mail it back to that nigga Lamar
with a note in that bitch that say you had a chance
to save his daughter and you fucking failed.
I'm fucked either way.
Which one you think Lamar care more about?
A stash he stole or his fucking daughter?
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[whispers] Fuck.
12th Street and Harper Ave, nigga.
What?
12th Street and Harper Ave, nigga.
The stash is in the kitchen, underneath the floorboards.
Now, you know what's gonna happen
if I find out you lying, right?
Listen, I'm telling your happy ass the fuckin' truth.
Now gimme Zoe so we can get the fuck outta here.
Hey, get this dirty-ass nigga some clothes, man.
The fuck?
[sighs]
[Meech] Hey.
Probably been hearing some foul things about me,
but I want you to know that none of it's true.
I love you and Zoe very much.
Today made me realize you were right.
Our family's a hell of a unit.
I really hope that we can get that back someday.
[answering machine beeps]
[yelling]
[sobbing]
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
Daddy!
♪ ♪
Hey.
All right, we're gonna get you home.
Your mom's waiting. All right?
[Slick] I got that address on the Flenorys.
[sighs]
[sighs] All right, Terry Jr. finally went down.
Fingers crossed.
That's really good.
You want to tell me what happened?
[sighs] My mom wants me to keep fighting
and Pops and Meech want me to just take the deal.
Terry, what do you want to do?
I really don't know.
I mean, what they offering,
me and Meech make that shit in a day.
What?
I'm just sayin' it wouldn't be a bad idea
to have some money of your own.
Of my own? What you mean?
Look, I don't know...
if doing everything with Meech is best for you.
Or us.
[baby crying]
Shit.
♪ ♪
[knock at door]
Zoe!
Is everything okay, Momma?
I had fun with Uncle Meech.
I'm glad, honey. Let's get you in for a bath.
Look, Mo, I'm so sor--
You ain't got shit to say to me.
Look, you know this was not my fault, right?
Fuck you. Fuck you and Meech.
You motherfuckers lie more than you breathe.
Stay the hell away from my fucking house.
Mo. Mo!
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[small laugh]
Okay.
[Pat] Before the Jheri curl,
Tommy Hearns used to come in here
with all the Kronk fighters and get lined up.
[Bryant] I ain't here for a trip down memory lane.
You said you had some information for me,
which is kind of weird,
'cause I never took you for a rat.
[Pat laughs]
That's funny, coming from a crooked-ass cop.
The hell you want from me, Pat?
I know you ain't call me down here
to shoot no pool or shave me up.
If I give you some info
and a nice little chunk of change,
you'll work for me?
I'm a cop. I work for Ecorse.
Your paycheck might say that,
but you work for Demetrius Flenory.
Look here, I don't know where you gettin' this information,
but you might wanna check your sources.
You know, pretenders like Meech only become holy rollers
with assistance from people like you.
Well, last I heard, you was bankrolling him.
So what happened? He break your heart?
Did he step out with somebody else?
Stop playin' like this motherfucker
ain't our mutual problem.
What I'm offerin' you is beneficial to us both.
And you gon' get a bigger slice of the pie
than whatever the fuck Meech was giving.
So let me get this right.
You call me down here thinking I would what?
Like I would agree to be your bitch?
- Your bag man? - Nah, nah, nah, nah, Detective.
I just thought, with your experience,
that, you know, you could see the whole board.
Now I see that you just as backwards
as all the other people in this damn town.
You niggas from New York,
you always act like your shit don't stink.
I ain't gon' go that far,
but we definitely slicker than you motherfuckers.
For sure.
My daddy had a saying: Detroit ain't about open hands.
We about closed fists.
Anybody who think otherwise will get knocked the fuck out.
- That's cute. - Yeah, it is.
But for you, it's a premonition.
See, you a dinosaur, Pat.
And I'm the nigga gon' make you extinct.
Trust me when I say it.
Our next meeting won't be this peaceful.
[dramatic jazz music plays]
♪ ♪
[door bells jingle]
♪ ♪
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
These shoes better be as shiny as you say.
Makin' me drive all the way to Northland.
- A-1 since day one, nigga. - Mm-hmm.
Go ahead, check it out yourself.
Shit.
If it's like that, I might know some cats
outside the hood who might wanna holla.
The more the merrier.
Why you doing this, though, Tiny?
Man, you Ecorse nigga for life. What's up?
Right.
But you see, I'm a businessman first.
Ain't got shit to do with no streets
or loyalty or no colors.
Dig it? Just get the money.
[singer] ♪ Ready, one Two, three, four ♪
[Cybotron's "Clear" playing]
[Terry] Hey, yo, I'm glad you put
that Cybotron shit on my mixtape, dog.
Come on, dog, you know I got you.
I'm about to put some ice in this
so I ain't all sloppy at work.
Hey, hit me with some more Kool-Aid.
-[Roland] Mm. - A'ight, thanks.
♪ ♪
[engine revving]
[soul music plays from car]
♪ ♪
-[Meech] Rollie left already? - Nah. Where you coming from?
[Meech] Grinding, nigga. And I got the money for Big L.
We ready, all right?
So fill me in with everything I need to know
about Big L before we go meet her.
You not coming, Meech.
Big L just wanna do business with me.
Man, get the fuck outta here, man.
She square business. She think you too flashy.
Flashy? She think I'm too flashy?
Man, what type of lame-ass shit is that?
Dog, look at you.
Look at what the fuck you wearing right now.
All right, fuck it, then. we'll find somebody else.
No, the hell we won't.
Look, people ain't gotta like us both for us to win.
Look, we brothers.
At the end of the day,
we always gonna hold each other down,
no matter what.
Just fall back.
Let me run point, same way you ran shit with Pat.
A'ight?
Yo, where this nigga Tee going?
[Meech] He going back to the crib.
Let me ask you something, though.
Think I'm too flashy?
[scoffs]
Nigga, I been staying across the street from y'all
way too long to get caught up in you and Tee's bullshit.
Here, drink.
Flashy. Motherfucker think I'm flashy.
Fuck.
What he say he wanted to talk about?
Just called, said he remembered something else
about the guy that he saw put Jay-Mo in a car.
You sure this witness is even reliable, man?
[neighbor] Hey. Mr. May ain't there.
He left yesterday with some boxes and suitcases.
Looked like he gon' be gone for a while.
Come on, girl.
Shit.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[Bryant] You take care of it?
Yeah, I took care of that shit, man.
Why you still stressing?
'Cause the witness saw the person who snatched Jay-Mo,
and you ain't been answering your fucking pages.
[Meech] Man, I ain't at your beck and call.
Look, all you need to know is, it's done.
He probably halfway back to Cali by now.
There's only one more thing.
This here? Also done.
[rapper] ♪ Let me lay the path To destruction ♪
♪ Followed by construction ♪
♪ Rebuild your life With my instruction ♪
[rap music playing]
♪ ♪
♪ Keep it on, follow my lead ♪
♪ You wanna flow Microphone masters ♪
♪ The macaroni zone, They sippin' they swallowin' ♪
♪ You on the right path Keep following ♪
[suspenseful music plays]
♪ ♪
[door opens]
[Meech] Ooh, yeah, that's what I like to see.
[Terry] How the hell you get in here?
Spare key's still out back.
But you know, since they asleep,
I had to come see for myself, baby.
[Older Meech] Like I said,
the lies we tell each other are fucked up.
So are the lies we tell to cover that shit.
This is our token to independence right here, baby.
We did it, Tee.
Man, what the fuck is wrong with you?
Yo, this shit don't ever get old to you, man?
Hell nah.
Making money rejuvenates my ass.
[Terry] I'm talking about everything, Meech.
Me getting shot, Jay-Mo, Rock,
and now we kidnapping little girls
and going to war with Lamar?
Nigga, that's not our fault.
All right, and we ain't do shit to Jay-Mo and Rock.
Man, that was all Pat and B-Mickie.
That's bullshit, Meech. People are dead because of us.
And yeah, we didn't pull the fucking trigger,
but we may as well have.
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[Older Meech] But the worst lies
are the ones we tell ourself.