Ain't nothing but a game of tic-tac-toe.
I'ma find that Cinderella motherfucker.
You dropped something.
Yeah, uh, I was just cutting printing costs.
You gon' piss people off doin' business this way.
Yeah, but I'm not really trying to make friends.
You from the Flenory Family Car Service?
That's right.
Don't you ever fuck with our brochure again.
Yo, get the fuck away from me, you fuckin' weirdo.
You've been warned.
I got you, cuz.
Don't even trip. Come on.
From now on, I'm the only motherfucker callin' shots.
If I'm not here, holla at B-Mick.
There it is, then.
Yo!
Mischief Night's the night before Halloween,
and it dates back to the 1800s.
It started with innocent pranks,
like vaselining door handles or egging a neighbor's house.
Yo, you recognize him?
Hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Who that? Who that?
Hey! Yo, hey!
- Damn! - Yo!
- Keep going! - Cut them off!
Yo, move his ass!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Yo, get back here!
Meech! Terry!
Hey, come back.
Shit got worse in the '70s,
when the economic turmoil troubling the D
transformed Mischief Night into Devil's Night
and motherfuckers started burning shit down.
In 1984 alone, more than 800 fires
were set in Detroit over a three-day period.
If we are to deal with this problem,
it's gotta be tackled by the whole community.
Man, I was so close to snatching him!
Man, quit lyin'.
That fool smoked you like Carl Lewis.
Oh, shut up!
What happened?
We ran a guy up to no good off the block,
and Meech was the lead dog.
Thank God.
No, we can't afford for this house
to go up in flames.
Don't worry, baby. Ain't nobody's coming
near this house tonight.
Well, you know, Sherry and them
still tryin' to find a place
after they house burned down.
I'm sorry, baby.
Okay, let's take hands, and we gon' pray
that the devil don't find us.
Every year, this one night in the D
used to be like hell on Earth.
Devil's Night started as one night,
but soon spread to the entire week,
making hell for all residents in the D.
Good day yesterday, huh?
Yeah. Heck yeah.
With Denise on board,
we're finally picking up enough rides
to start turning a profit.
A lot of car companies ain't running
on Devil's Night or Halloween.
so we could probably increase our prices
and really hit 'em.
A'ight.
But no more refusing rides.
And we damn sure ain't throwing customers out our cars.
Yo, Terry, come on, let's go!
You gonna make us late for school again.
- Give me the key. - A'ight. A'ight.
Nikki, here you go. I'm comin'.
Last week, 8,700 pounds of cocaine
was seized from a warehouse in Florida.
Officers believe the drugs were smuggled in on a ship
docked at Port Everglades.
This particular bust triggered a drug drought
up the entire eastern seaboard and Midwest.
Worst time to be in the game is during a drought.
Supply's limited, so anyone with product
jacks up their prices.
Dope boys start warring and sticking each other up.
Baseheads start breakin' into houses and robbin'
people for their next fix.
Couple that with Devil's Night,
and it means double trouble
for anybody out in them streets.
♪ Ooh-ooh... ♪
Yes.
Ah, yes!
Yeah. Fuck yeah.
Ride that dick.
Oh, my God.
Oh, Meech.
♪ Never let Love end ♪
♪ Let me hear You tell me you love me ♪
♪ Let me hear you say You'll never leave me ♪
♪ Ooh, girl, that would make Me feel so right... ♪
Ain't nothin' like some B to start the day.
Don't blaze up in here.
I cannot show up to work reeking all high contact.
Girl, you the best paralegal they got.
Damn right.
And I wanna keep it that way, so put that out
'fore the kids come in here.
A'ight.
Thought you was taking Tee to your mama house.
- What happened? - Normally, I do.
But I picked her up last night,
so I'ma drop her off when I'm on my way to work
with some new clothes.
- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.
What up, though?
Cuz, you good?
The fuck you mean, it's gone?
Good morning, Tee-Tee.
Daddy loves you.
Hey, Uncle Meech. Want some cereal?
- Nah, I'm 'bout to jet. - Mm.
More Froot Loops for me.
Right. Hey, baby.
Hey, Zoe, I'm gonna come by to see
you guys' Halloween costumes.
I can't believe my baby got so big.
Come here, baby. Where you going?
Be careful. She'll slob on you.
No, that's only for her sister.
Come on, baby. Hey, girl.
She don't do that to Daddy.
You crazy.
You remember we used to sneak out
and egg Mrs. Anderson's house on Devil's Night?
Yeah, until she started chasin' us away
with that big-ass butcher knife.
Fuck!
Shit!
Yo, Nikki.
Nikki, can you hear me? Listen to me.
Nikki, answer me!
♪ 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 ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ 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 ♪
Nobody likes a cheater.
I wasn't cheatin', man.
Lie to me again and see if I don't split your hand
right down the fuckin' middle.
You got it, or you want us to handle it?
Yo, I ain't even do shit.
Yo, come on, K-9, you know me, man.
You know me.
Come on, man. Come on.
I ain't do that shit, man!
Yo! No, no, no! Wait!
You let niggas with weapons in your spot?
Rules aren't the same for everybody.
Who is that?
Sterling Black.
He's the head of the PAs.
What you sippin' on?
Water.
I don't drink, get high, or go out to clubs.
So what the hell you do for fun?
I make money.
Come on, let's rap.
What's up? You good?
My cousin in Cleveland got ganked.
So I may need a re-up on consignment.
Try back in a few weeks.
In a few weeks?
I don't got no few weeks. This is a drought.
And?
I'm makin' more withholding and up-sellin'
than I was floodin' the streets.
Look, I'm not tryin' to disrespect
your business savvy.
But I'm coming to you 'cause I'm loyal as fuck,
and you one of the only plugs I'm fuckin' with.
Don't try to spit my gospel back at me.
I'm not.
I'm just tellin' you that I listen, a'ight?
Just let me know what I gotta do, man.
Straight up.
Remember that loud motherfucker at the table the other night?
Yeah, told y'all!
I'm the man, motherfuckers!
Man, y'all can suck my dick.
He's a Brightmoor cat named Travis, and he owes me a grip.
I deliver him, you gon' break me off?
Maybe. But this is between us.
I want you to return his ass to me alive.
Done.
Remember, blood don't make you family.
Loyalty does.
Check out your cuz's story. Make sure it's real.
♪ The boss gotta Make sure the block is fed ♪
♪ The wolves was starvin', So they shot him dead ♪
♪ Aimed at the op, Shot a cop instead ♪
♪ Came back, put a green beam On top of his head, pow! ♪
♪ Boss gotta make sure The block is fed ♪
♪ The wolves was starvin', So they shot him dead ♪
♪ Aimed at the op, Shot a cop instead ♪
♪ Came back, put a green beam On top of his head... ♪
No sign of a concussion.
But if she starts to feel dizzy or nauseous,
get her to a hospital.
You hear that, Nikki?
We need you to be honest about how you feel, okay, baby?
You sure you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
But we're just down a car comin' up
on one of the biggest nights of the year.
Someone's messing with your tires.
The middle pin in the air valves
have been pulled out, causing a slow leak.
And the tire to blow out.
Who the hell would wanna do that?
It's probably some stupid
Devil's Night prank, honestly.
♪ When they tell me Calm down I'm inspired ♪
♪ Cannot wanna have flows ♪
♪ Death defying, Electrifying ♪
♪ And quiet is kept Yo, I kept it quiet ♪
♪ But I'm here now ♪
♪ All y'all motherfuckers Better fear now ♪
♪ It's my throne Get the fuck up ♪
Turns out the dealers we arrested
at the Sherwood apartments are not 50 Boyz.
Wait, you talked to them without me?
Yeah, I didn't have time to get to you
before the lawyers scooped 'em up.
Oh, so much for transparency.
Look, I'm sorry.
I-I promise to loop you in moving forward, okay?
Now, everybody thinks that Lamar's tits up.
So 12th Street has merged with 50 Boyz
and are now calling themselves
BMF, Black Mafia Family.
Well, that name's more colorful than the first two.
I don't give a damn how they rebrand themselves.
Demetrius Flenory is still running point,
and I'm gon' take him down this time for good.
Why do you get such a hard-on when you talk about Moby Dick?
Because that motherfucker is responsible
for destroying this community.
So you damn right, I'm trying to Ahab his ass.
You do realize that Ahab never caught Moby Dick.
Bullshit, he did so.
I guarantee you he did not.
Hey, Beckwith's on a warpath about findin' Flenory or Silas
before any more blood is shed.
Ay, G-Q.
Did Ahab ever catch Moby Dick in the end?
Hell no.
Ain't nobody ever catch that big-ass fish.
Come on.
Uh, ain't no way I'm trusting a dude that dresses
like a goddamn plum.
♪ There's all kinds Of beef I had ♪
♪ And don't stop... ♪
Oh, shit. What up, though?
Shit, I just locked down a fresh supply from K-9.
Good, good, 'cause you know these niggas be getting
happy feet over this damn drought.
Yeah, well, we gotta track down this dealer named Travis,
or we SOL on the new consignment.
Nigga, we been graduated past that shit.
Yeah, but we just took a L in Cleveland
which set us all the way back, B.
So I need you to help me find this nigga, man, for real.
Word. O-okay. Well, what, you got a picture
of this nigga or some shit?
Do I look like a motherfucker that walk around
with another nigga picture in my pocket, man?
- How the hell he look? - I don't know.
I remember the man from K-9's gambling spot, a'ight?
He has some type of, like, tattoo
rosary shit on his hand.
But he was from Brightmoor.
And I'ma go back and check out every other tattoo parlor
he a-been through.
Word.
Yo, Nicole got banged up in a car accident.
Think somebody fucked with Terry tires.
Man, get the fuck outta here.
What's up, Nikki? Wake up.
Damn, Nikki, you straight?
What happened to you?
What you laughin' at?
I'm playing sick to stay home from school a few days.
I should tell Mama.
You will not.
Why you ain't tell me about this shit?
The last time we seen each other,
you punched me in the face. Remember?
Yeah, you deserved it.
Look, can y'all not do this again, please?
We been arguin' and fightin' our whole lives,
Nikki, but we family.
And I love y'all.
And I got you and Tee back no matter what.
Yeah, no doubt, but I got this covered.
I'm tellin' Mama too.
- Think you're slick? - No, you not.
You ain't slick. - I am slick.
- Go to school. - She believed it.
I double-checked your insurance plan
after you called.
And y'all don't have the comprehensive insurance,
so your tires aren't covered for vandalism.
Yeah, but can't you do something to fix that, no?
I mean, I could change it to say deflated tires,
but I'd probably lose my job.
Yeah, come on, I don't want you to do that.
Yeah. The owner was pissed off
about his brochures.
The big dude with a scar on his lip?
Name's Cleet.
He's the one that threatened me at the airport.
He's probably the motherfucker that sabotaged my--
This is not the hood.
This is a place of business.
You're scaring these customers.
Use your inside voice.
Yeah, don't talk to me like I'm a kid.
Then stop actin' like one.
Go outside and get some air. I'll be out in a second.
He look the same as when he was alive.
No, nigga, you look dead-dead.
But I'ma make you pretty so your family can keep lyin'.
Damn, nigga! You coulda said somethin'.
Fuck, you Hercules, nigga?
You all right? You all right?
No, I'm all right! I mean, well, goddamn.
And stop eatin' all that candy, nigga.
Fat ass.
Come on, man, I know you ain't thinkin' about taking
a dead man's Gators, nigga!
He ain't walkin' no damn place else.
'Cause that nigga is dead!
You can't do that, nigga. It's a violation, man.
Well, it's...
Let me see those.
I'm sorry for losing my shit at your job.
It happens.
Just don't let it happen again.
I love your hair.
It looks nice.
It's better than that baby 'fro you was rockin',
looking like Isaac from The Love Boat.
Oh, you tryin' to play me now?
Oh, what'd you say this is called again?
Calamari.
It's deep-fried squid.
Try it.
Yeah, I'm--I'm straight.
Terry, how are we supposed to hang out
if you too scared to be adventurous?
Try it.
All right.
I don't know what you got me doin'.
It's not bad.
It taste like chicken with a hint of shrimp.
You can exist in the hood.
It doesn't mean your mind has to.
Yeah, but hood rules demand Cleet pay
for my fuckin' tires. I know that.
Mm-mm. You don't wanna step
to a guy like that without backup.
No backup?
Yo, I-I-I can defend myself.
I don't--help--
All that defiance and stubbornness,
you must be a Capricorn.
Astrology's kinda my thing.
Yeah, I am a Capricorn.
What else that tell you about me?
A lot.
It tells me that you're ambitious...
- Okay. - ...you're disciplined...
Keep goin'.
And you can be persistent when you wanna be.
I mean, I guess that's true
'cause I'm still chasing yo' ass, right?
But are you happy?
I don't really have time to think about that.
I'm too busy tryin' to ensure everybody else around me is.
My boss got me working late, preppin' these fraud claims
we're anticipating.
The Devil's Night fires?
The media acts like Detroiters
burnin' they own city up.
Half the people lightin' shit up ain't even from out here.
They live in the 'burbs and got property they can set on fire
and collect the insurance on.
Damn.
But the media's not gon' tell you that, which is crazy.
Jerome put this into my backpack
when I wasn't looking.
He asked to go trick-or-treating with me.
Zoe?
Come on, you don't hear me calling you?
The car is running.
Think I just saw Daddy.
No, no.
You're just seein' things.
Ain't heard from you in a while.
I've been busy.
All good.
Why don't we take a ride together, catch up?
Won't be long.
Have you back in no time.
Okay, fuck, man!
Where can I find him?
Nigga, he'd kill me if I told you.
Not if I do it first.
Tell me where Travis is, or I'ma drive this
in your fuckin' eye!
A'ight, dawg, chill!
I got you!
What up, though?
Look, I might be buggin', but Zoe said
she seen Lamar today at school.
Impossible. That nigga dead-dead.
Are you sure?
I know what I'm talkin' 'bout, Moe.
Listen, I seen it with my own two eyes.
Stop lettin' Zoe watch all them damn scary movies.
Now, her imagination's runnin' wild.
I'll hit you up later when I'm done.
- Can I help you? - I'm looking for Cleet.
Um, unless you have an appointment--
See, I don't need no fuckin' appointment!
I need this invoice right here paid in full now!
'Ey!
You got a fucking problem?
You was the one that fucked with my tires, right?
Well, then you got the fucking message,
didn't you?
Don't start nothin', there won't be nothin'.
Or tires won't be the only thing gettin' trashed.
Now, get the fuck on outta my shop!
What's going on?
Yo, what the fuck are we doin' here?
Welcome
to the murder capital of the world.
Detroit got so many people who die
from that shit you puttin' in the streets,
so they puttin' bodies in containers like this.
What that got to do with me?
Kato's in one of these.
Come on, dawg, you think I'm stupid?
Look, man, she ain't have no family.
Ain't nobody claim her body.
Though she did have some family.
Here you go.
You was a daddy.
I would say congratulations, but that don't seem--
Yo, come on, nigga.
Look.
That Black Mafia Family bullshit is just that.
It's bullshit.
Family ain't gon' have no motherfucker kill
they baby mamas and they unborn.
What the fuck do you want from me?
Tell Meech you got a hook-up to a new plug.
Tell him he got some medical-grade shit.
Feel me?
You get Meech to agree to the meet,
then I'll do the rest.
- Hey! - Mama! Mama!
Where's Travis?
He jetted.
But I may know where he is if you give me a hit.
When's the last time you had somethin' to eat?
She's fine. Get me right,
and I'll tell you whatever you wanna know.
I'll fuck you.
I'll suck your dick, whatever.
Okay? Okay?
Okay, baby? Okay?
Just give me what I need.
Come on. Come on.
Come get this pussy.
Come back! Motherfucker, come back!
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Down at the cross Where my Savior died ♪
♪ Down where for cleansing From sin I cried ♪
♪ There to my heart was The blood applied ♪
♪ Glory to His name ♪
♪ Singing Glory to his name ♪
♪ I'm singing glory ♪
♪ Glory to His name ♪
♪ There to my heart was The blood applied ♪
♪ Glory to His name ♪
Sister Lucy, that smile ain't as bright today.
Everything okay?
Er, I didn't wanna bother you.
I just--I'm startin' to have doubts.
Well, I've been more useful to those with doubts
than those without.
Mm.
But I'm not having doubts about the Lord.
It's, um-- it's about my marriage.
John and I have been arguin' a lot.
And, um,
lately, we've been lacking intimacy.
And I found some adult magazines
in his music sheets.
Sister, every man has desires.
It's just up to you to make sure
that you are more desirable than those women
in them magazines.
Just I-I-I-I tried that, Pastor.
I mean, I-I even bought a new outfit.
And the Spirit just didn't move him.
Sister, it's not always the way you look.
It's your attitude, your spirit.
You have to find the strength
to humble yourself
to be submissive to your husband.
I mean, I'm not the kind that easily submits to no man.
Then I suggest you pray until it becomes easy for you.
So says the Bible.
Thank you, Pastor.
- God bless you. - Okay.
♪ And Bingo Was his name, oh ♪
♪ B-I-N-- ♪
Hey, I know that song.
It's a nursery rhyme. Everybody knows it.
No.
My babysitter used to sing that song.
You sound just like her.
Grace?
Demetrius.
Meechie!
My Lord, you've grown.
That's crazy, man, flat out.
How's Moms and Pops?
Good, yeah.
And Nicole and Terry?
You get everything I asked for?
Let me--let--let me have it.
No.
Not until you tell me where Travis is.
He got a spot on Burt Road with a white door
behind the school.
His Grand National will be out front.
Mm.
Yes. Yeah.
Yes, now. Yes.
B, get her outta here.
Oh, yes.
You doin' that in front of your kid?
Who are you to judge?
You just as addicted as me.
The fuck you talkin' 'bout?
We all got choices, Meechie.
I can live and die with mine.
Can you?
Come on, B, we out.
Brother Flenory, that last song you just played
sounded like you had the saints shoutin' and screamin'
up in Heaven.
Thanks, Pastor.
We practice pretty religiously.
Lucille informed me that things
may not be as prosperous in your marital bed.
Say again?
It's nothing to be ashamed of, brother.
If you feel you havin' doubts as a husband,
that's what I'm here for.
To listen and to counsel.
You know, Pastor, I ain't never hit
a man of the cloth before.
But you say one more word about my bed,
I'll break yo' narrow ass.
I can respect that, brother,
but remember, pride often comes before the fall.
You been warned.
And find a new spot for those worldly magazines.
So what's up? What's the emergency, Pops?
Guess this wasn't a Devil's Night prank
after all.
You know who did this.
You back in the drug game?
Er, no, no. Pops, I swear I'm not.
Then why we bein' targeted?
It--it don't matter.
But I promise I'ma try to make this right.
You know, with all these cars down, we lose a day's work.
Plus we losin' money havin' to replace these damn tires!
I was finally startin' to get ahead.
Now, I'm three steps back 'cause of you
and this street shit!
I'ma fix this.
We gon' fix this my way,
by working harder and not cutting corners
and creatin' conflicts.
You gon' learn how to be a real man
and provide for your family by making an honest living.
I got a son in college to support.
Shit, go ahead. I guess it's your turn
to yell at me too.
I love your father, and I respect him to death.
But he doesn't understand that whoever slashed our tires
is gonna keep coming.
So we gotta fight back.
You worked at a GM plant, so you probably know your way
around a car pretty well.
Better than most men.
Daddy, you carvin' pumpkins with us?
I can't right now, sweetheart.
I'm goin' to Mabel's to fix her fan.
I'll be back soon.
What about fixin' our walls?
It's already been two years.
Nicole, go on upstairs.
Give your mother and I a minute.
How dare you embarrass me to Pastor Swift?
I needed some advice about our marriage.
That's not somethin' you discuss with a stranger.
He's not a stranger. He's our pastor.
A pastor on his third marriage.
He's a man of God.
Don't disrespect him.
And when am I gon' get some respect around here?
When you earn it.
Come on, show me some moves, Charles.
Oh, you're doing fine yourself.
Don't tell me you play music and got two left feet.
Hmm.
♪ Shackles on my feet Won't allow me to move ♪
Ah. I know you ain't darin' me.
♪ Tell it ♪
♪ I feel kinda strange ♪
♪ 'Cause them shackles Are tight ♪
Oh.
All right, all right, all right.
Okay!
♪ Hit it ♪
All right, let me work this out.
Hey.
All right, it's been a minute.
Oh, yeah. Come on, ooh.
Whoo!
Damn, Charles, I didn't know you can move like that.
I'm a little smoked out with all this foolishness.
I gotta get home.
Um, Mabel, you family.
I can't take nothin' from you.
Your time and work's valuable.
I respect that and insist.
Please.
There's something in the glove compartment for you.
You could learn
a thing or two from that book.
[laughs] Okay. I'll get to it when I can.
Calling all units. House fire...
Oh, shit, we got a blaze.
Oh.
This is Detective Bryant.
We have a house fire on South Street and Yale.
Requesting an engine ASAP.
Let it burn! Let it burn!
Fire crew is on the way!
We need everybody to move! Get out of the way!
Nah, we gon' let that bitch burn!
Hey, you need to step aside.
If this fire spreads, it could burn down
this entire neighborhood!
That place is a damn whorehouse!
We tired of the cops not doin' nothin'!
So we decided to clean up this neighborhood ourselves!
Wait a minute, y'all be quiet!
Y'all be quiet!
There's somebody inside!
Can't breathe!
I'm goin' in!
Jin, don't!
'Ey, stop that bitch!
Hey, everybody, back up!
Fuck the police! Fuck the police!
Hey!
Let it burn! Let it burn!
I'll take over from here.
Just step back.
Step back. Step back.
They've gotta- gotta pull over.
Oh, shh.
Oh, this one's mine right here.
Oh. This will really fuck it up.
The hell this?
Apply that to the brake pipe, and the heat
from the blinker fluid will cause
the A/C lube to melt the pipe.
Zero evidence of foul play.
Damn, I don't usually do dirt with white folks,
but you got me rethinkin' this shit.
Guess Travis' bitch ass
finally decided to come home.
Remember, we need this motherfucker alive.
Mm.
And he ain't alone either.
Bingo.
Here we go.
We caught his ass with his pants down,
and he ain't even lookin'.
Mmm.
Oh, fuck me, man.
That's K-9's girl, Peaches.
We gotta drag her ass out too?
♪ ...I'm rocking The colors till I cannot... ♪
Yes, eat that shit.
Damn, daddy.
You like that shit?
How's it taste?
Nah, nah, nah.
This mean everything just changed.
Look, we only grabbin' that motherfucker.
What the fuck is this nigga--yo, what
the fuck is you doin', man?
Yo, yo. Take this. Here.
- Where you goin'? - Watch the bottle.
Watch the bottle. Watch the bottle!
- Watch the bottle! - Here, take this.
Take your ass home before the po-po get you for curfew.
Go.
It's a'ight. He didn't go this.
Get the fuck on.
Fuck! My car!
Oh, hell no!
Get the fuck outta my house!
Motherfucker, I don't wanna kill you!
Then drop yo' fuckin' gun!
Just give up, motherfucker!
Fuck you then, bitch!
I don't wanna kill you--
Shit.
Oh, God.
Fucked.
We are so fucked.
Man, fuck!
We needed him alive, bro!
That motherfucker was bursting at us.
What the fuck was we supposed to do?
Hold on. Wait, wait.
K-9 sent me.
A'ight? Put that down.
You don't wanna do that.
This don't change shit.
I'ma still keep doin' my thing.
Yo, I don't give a fuck who you smashin'.
We did our fuckin' job.
Then get the fuck out!
Was he alone?
No.
He was with yo' girl.
Trick-ass bitch.
I told you to bring him to me alive.
I wanted to kill this motherfucker myself!
If the nigga was shootin' at me,
what the fuck was I supposed to do?
My instructions were clear, period.
You ain't gettin' that weight.
Business is business.
Now, clean this shit the fuck up.
I know a place we can drop the body off.
First, I gotta go do something.
Set up the meetin' with that medical-grade shit, nigga.
Squoo?
Yeah.
That's exactly what I need from my right-hand man.
It was you.
You pulled me out.
Yeah.
You're not gonna lose your arm, but, uh,
they're gonna take you to the hospital
in case you need a skin graft.
The Devil's Night fires and sirens
started messin' with my head.
They brought back memories of dead soldiers
and burning children.
A fireman found these.
My family is half-Vietnamese,
and we escaped the fall of Saigon in '75.
Unfortunately, my brother didn't make it.
And we wouldn't have been able to do it
if it wasn't for brave men like yourself.
I'm not brave.
I was drafted into a war I didn't wanna fight,
only to come back home and be spat on
and called a baby killer.
That stupid war was fought
on the backs of young Black men like yourself.
And you know what?
You're all heroes.
Thank you.
No one has ever said that to me.
Black male injured.
Life threatening. 80% body burned.
Critical, code blue.
Engine 77, all emergency
and priority traffic switch to tac two,
per command from the EOC.
Everything okay?
Runnin' into a burning building is a fireman's job, not ours.
You risked your life and mine for a goddamn John.
We don't get to pick and choose who we save.
The fuck we don't.
Fuck! Fuck is with these brakes?
Fuck!
Oh!
Fuck!
Fuck.
Oh!
♪ Get 'em up, Get 'em up now... ♪
Get yo' ass out of the car!
♪ Get 'em up, Get 'em up now, now ♪
♪ Get 'em up, get 'em up, Get 'em up now ♪
♪ Hands up If you're feeling Black ♪
♪ You better leave If you're dealing crack ♪
♪ And if you smoke it then you're really wack ♪
♪ The red, black, and green We gon' bring it back ♪
Next time, we gonna bury yo' ass.
What's up, cutie?
You working late, I see.
I had to come get something from the office.
What are you doin' here?
I was headed home, and I saw your car.
Yeah.
I gotta get going.
So I took your advice and got backup.
Nobody's ever gonna fuck with my business again.
Hey, what's up with you?
You good?
Look, Markisha, look at me.
Markisha.
What the hell happened to your face?
Boom got mad like he always does.
'Bout what?
Look, that crazy motherfucker's gonna pay for this, I promise.
Terry, no.
He's still my husband and the father of my child.
I don't give a fuck.
You deserve better than that, and you should demand that.
Look, if you were my woman, you would--you'd never have
to worry about no dumb shit like that
'cause I'd cherish you.
I gotta go.
You go ahead 'cause you be cheatin'.
I don't cheat.
You cheat all the time.
That's how you won last time,
'cause I don't know how I ain't win.
Yup, and Eastern United States is mine.
No.
Hello.
Hel-hello?
- Who was that? - Wrong number.
Come on so you can go to bed.
I'm winning this game.
Isn't that the candy Daddy used to get you?
Zoe, go to your room!
Why?
Zoe, go to your room now!
You should have seen that motherfucker's face
when I yanked his stupid ass out of the car.
Man, he was scared as shit.
Oh, shit, right.
Yo, I'm--I'm glad you picked up when I called for real.
Thanks for havin' my back.
Stop playin' with me, man. You know this for life.
Yeah.
So what up? What up?
Y'all--y'all good during the drought or what?
Hell yeah, thanks to B-Mick.
He got us a new plug with access
to some fancy medical yayo shit.
That's some rich white people shit right there.
- Right. - Oh.
Oh, that's--that's cool, B. That's cool.
Um, yo, I'm a little hungry.
I'm 'bout to grab some couple of Coney's.
I-I'll be right back.
Yo, I made that move to Ohio like you said, yo.
So your cousin, James, he on some scurvy shit for real.
Ridin' around in a new car and shit.
Oh, yeah?
Nigga buyin' new cars and shit, but he just got robbed.
I guess we got a motherfucking Judas in the family.
Good thing I got you watching my back.
Hey, look.
Nah, not right now.
Let's go meet your guy first.
I'ma follow you.
They're about to be on the move.
Hold positions until they arrive
at the rendezvous point.
Only after the deal we move in.
Dawg, what the hell is you doin'?
The fuck is he doin', man?
Come on, man, hurry up.
What's this nigga doin'?
The fuck?
Probably be tryin' to set us some ass.
I know this nigga not callin' no pussy in the middle
of a fucking business meetin', dawg.
Must be some good-ass pussy.
Think that's that nigga Lamar.
Show me yo' hands!
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
You heard what the fuck I said!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. You a'ight?
Show me your hands!
But I've just been shot! I'm hit!
You heard what the fuck I said!
Back the fuck up! Back the fuck up!
The fuck are you doin'?
He needs to get to the hospital!
Stay the fuck back!
Man, fuck you! What the fuck--
Come here, fucking nigga!
Get yo' ass over there!
- What the fuck wrong with you? - Over there, bitch!
- Back the fuck up! - He needs help!
Ground, now!
Ground, nigga, now!
Motherfucker, call a ambulance!
Shut yo' fuckin' ass up!
Bryant!
He needs to get to the hospital!
Put him back in the back of your car.
We'll give you an escort.
Get in the fucking car, Bryant!
I got you.
Stay with me, dawg.
Drive, Tee!
As I watched my brother bleed out
and the city go up in flames, I was shocked
we were in this situation again.
No matter how hard you pray, the Devil always finds you.