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(dramatic music)
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(train horn wailing)
(rock music)
- Why don't you just live on campus?
- Or get a car.
- Fuck you guys!
(laughing)
* Tell him your secrets pull the shades *
* You trim his claws and watch him bleed *
* He may be rich but he ain't got no guarantees *
* It's bread and butter and their butts to keep you warm *
* Come here my sister tell your man *
* Just waiting for you said
- Here's the run up and the boot.
It is a short kick, it'll be taken around the 10 by Wright.
* Hell I ain't looking for no answers *
Running, he gets the block.
He's at the 30, the kicker!
* Sleep with the--
Boom, Tampa, touchdown!
* This fox ain't moving with the night out there *
* On these knock down streets
* Yeah yeah on these knock down streets *
- Scotty, where are we going?
- I mean, Alvarado is just right over there,
so if we just keep going through we'll be fine.
Just there's a little detour right here, trust me.
It'll be way faster.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
* Yeah on the rap you'll let me hear *
* How much you need a solid break *
* More ways than one to get an easy piece of cake *
* Make him believe it hold your plate out like a *
- Some directions, Scotty.
- I'm telling you, man.
I told you.
They're tearing up a different street every day.
Just follow the signs.
- Get out my Road!
- What did he say?
- That's his road.
He said get outta this road!
- This is fucking unbelievable.
- Well what are they supposed to do, Scotty?
- Round 'em all up.
Give 'em a mop, give 'em a broom.
Get them to clean this shit up, first off!
- Then what?
I thought they gentrified this shit already.
- Not fast enough.
- Look at baby girl, there's Candy.
- She had a cell phone.
- Well I mean, like,
I usually go by that tower over there.
That building is usually where I just go
this is like the most--
(shouting)
- Lock it, lock it, lock it.
- What the fuck is he doing?
- Are you kidding me?
- Lovely neighborhood.
- Shit.
(whistling)
- Wow, told you witching hour.
- There's some guys smoking crack right there.
- Can you pull out your phone.
- I'm tellin' you I got no GPS - Type in your address
so we can get out - out here
I've got no signal. - of this nightmare.
- It's just it's nothing.
(dramatic music)
Holy shit, it's like the Great Wall of Tents out here.
- Fuck you. - Come on!
- Are we almost there?
- Do we make a left or a right, Scotty?
Look at these bums crossing the street up there.
- It's not my idea to turn onto Kreuger Street.
- What is going on?
- What the fuck is he doing?
- It's a zombie apocalypse.
- This is ridiculous.
- What the fuck?
- God, what?
- Oh, what the F-- - Hey, hey.
- Hey, shut up. (moaning)
Shut it up, man!
(whistling)
(groaning)
- Wait, what is he doing, what is he doing?
- Stay in school, kids! - I'm sorry.
I'm so fucking sorry.
- Get the fuck outta here, man!
Get outta here, man!
- Get outta here, it's my car!
Get off the car! - Kill me!
- Get off the car! - Kill me!
Kill me!
- You heard him, Marshie!
- Get out here, man. - I'm so sorry.
- Stop touching the car!
- Torro!
Torro!
- Last time I'm doing any favors for you!
- Green means go, Chief!
Green means go, get him outa the way.
- Let's go, let's go, let's go.
- Iwo Jima!
- So this hobo, he rubs his junk all over your car.
I mean, you can just wash it off!
- Okay.
- You didn't see anything like that
back in Nebraska, did you Scotty boy?
(laughing) (alarms sounding)
Oh, shit.
- You're lost.
- You're seriously lost.
- You have to give me better directions.
- Peel left, make a left, make a left!
- How long have you lived here?
A month, two months?
- Exactly! (laughing)
(dramatic music)
Uh, it's a detour.
- We're back at the fucking bridge, Scotty!
What is this?
- Well, at least we're at
a starting point that we know.
So, turn around.
- No, I'm gonna turn you around.
I'm gonna try this street.
- Well, at least there's less tents.
- We're getting away from the tents.
- Yeah.
- And from the shitting on the wall.
(tire booming)
- Oh, shit!
- What the fuck was that?
- I don't know.
Just pull over, check it out.
- Look where we are, man!
- You're fucking kidding me!
God, you and your stupid detours.
What's wrong with you man?
- Don't blame me, it's not my fault!
- You've lived here for a month.
You don't even know where you live!
This is stupid. - It's all right.
- Oh my God, man, look at my tire!
I have a flat, Scotty!
- Don't worry man he'll get over it.
- Do you have a spare?
- And no fucking signal.
Get out of the car, get out of the car!
- We're gonna find a way to fix it, all right?
- Just fix it, yeah.
Where's your spare?
- Shit, Josef, look at that shit!
- Where's your spare?
- Hey just get the spare, it's all right.
- Let's just fix It!
- Just fix it, c'mon man!
- Yes, it's just a fucking flat tire.
- Some fucking night.
Woah!
Hey, look at this shit.
- What is that? - There's nails all
over in this board!
- What?
- Holy shit! - Who would do this?
- It's those fucking bums is what!
(whistling)
(dramatic music)
- Need a hand?
- Yeah, we got a flat.
- That's too bad.
- Yeah, we ran over that.
* Ain't that a shame (laughing)
- Let me take care of it.
- We're going to fix it, all right?
- Yeah.
Smooth operation you guys got going on.
How much, brother?
- This one's on the house.
(bottle shattering)
- Scotty, what's fucking wrong with you, man?
- What the fuck!
- You fucking crazies?
(groaning) (screaming)
Let's get out of here!
- You my nigger, bitch.
(thudding)
- Yeah!
(muffled screaming)
- You like that?
You like that?
- You three get out of here.
- Fuck you.
- Keep your eyes closed, or I'll suck your dick.
- Scott Dobbs.
Josef Lode.
College boys, huh?
I asked you a question.
- Leave me alone, get the F-
- That's better.
(laughing)
Marshal Colter.
Football star.
What position you play, boy?
I'm talking to you.
- Louder, louder, louder, louder.
- Quarterback!
Quarterback.
- Quarterback!
We got a quarterback here!
The next OJ Simpson!
The juice is loose!
- OJ was a running back.
- I know what he was.
He was a fucking psycho.
And what are you boys doing in my house?
You come down here to see the show?
Huh?
Get your kicks?
Set fire to some bum, watch him burn, huh?
Speak up!
- We were taking our friend home.
- Huh, I couldn't hear that. - Louder.
- Let it out like you got some balls!
- Just taking our friend home!
- Leave us alone, you disgusting bum!
- You think I'm disgusting, you college cunt?
You think you're better than me?
You think you matter down here, huh?
I matter down here!
We matter.
- Yeah!
- I matter down here.
- Yeah!
- That's right, yeah.
- This is our turf, and you're trespassing.
- Keep it!
Keep your shithole!
- Scotty, shut the fuck up!
- Shithole?
You think this is a fucking joke, Scotty?
- Yeah, I do.
- Yeah, c'mon.
Let it out, punk!
- Get away from us, you piss-soaked, disgusting,
take your fucking hands off of me,
you fucking lice-covered piece of shit!
- Yeah.
Choke on this, motherfucker!
Can you spare some change?
Work for food?
Fuck you!
Fuck you,
you cunt!
Fuck you!
(screaming) (cheering)
Swallow it!
- Oh, come on, man!
(heavy breathing)
- One, two, three!
C'mon buddy, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon.
Breathe, breathe, come on!
- C'mon.
- C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
- Stay with us Scotty!
Stay here.
- Someone help!
- Aw man.
Fuck!
That don't look good to me.
Yep, hmm.
- You murdered him!
(beating Marshal) (bums chatting)
- Fuck. - Yeah!
(screaming)
(gun shooting)
(emotional music)
- He's dead!
- Had to be done.
Had to do it.
It's either them or us.
Hey, Spic!
You find that bullet.
You dig it out of him if you have to.
- Sure thing.
- Clean it up.
Make 'em disappear.
Strip 'em, chop 'em, burn 'em.
Don't leave any trace.
This one's still breathing.
- Hey, Wilco.
I can take care of it.
- Yeah.
- You'll do it in the river, quietly.
- This is messed up, Wilco.
- How do you figure?
- Killing these kids?
- I'll take care of it.
I always take care of you people, don't I?
- Yeah. - Yeah!
- Sure, but it's just, it's just--
- Hey listen.
We all agreed to jump them, didn't we?
To push 'em back!
Whether you like it or not, we're in this together.
All right?
These punks would bury us, given half the chance.
What's done is done.
We've just got to get, to get rid of them that's all.
Come on.
(upbeat music)
Come on, hurry it up.
In the fire.
In the fire all of it.
What's done is done.
Just gotta get rid of what's left of them, that's all.
(gang muttering at same time)
- He's heavy as shit, man.
Slow down, guys.
Slow down.
- Got you on your last.
- Yeah you're functioning
the wrong way, I'm gonna fall.
- Okay, okay, relax.
Jeez.
- Shit guys, he's heavy for me.
- Pick it up, you guys.
(groaning)
- Okay.
- Come on, Chain.
- Okay.
- C'mon, Chain.
- Nice.
Pants off, I want 'em.
Shit.
Okay, dude.
I'm sorry.
Big boy, huh?
I will get this fucking shirt off.
I'm sorry, friend.
- Stop!
- Get down, you mother f.
Hey!
Get off!
Wilco!
You fucking pulled my hair out, you motherfucker!
Get off her.
Wilco, oh, fuck!
Ow, fucker!
God damn you!
You asshole!
Fuck!
Wilco!
Wilco, he got away!
He got away!
Fuck!
Shit.
Wilco!
Fuck.
Wilco.
- Yeah?
- He got away, he went that way!
- What the fuck are you talking about?
You stupid bitch!
(slapping)
- Sorry! - Holy shit.
- Sorry, my ass!
Mex!
Go get Pecker and his dog!
- I wanna get him. - You're not going anywhere.
You stay right here!
Don't go anywhere. - What's going on?
What's going on?
- Sugar Tits here let the quarterback get loose!
All right.
Who's fast on their feet? - Me.
- All right.
Stay with me.
The rest of you go finish cutting 'em up.
Turn everything to ash.
And then dump it in the river!
(train horn blowing)
Pecker!
- He's coming, he's coming. - Getting his dog.
- Pecker!
(whistling)
- I'm gonna fix your ass, man!
- I'm sorry!
- You dumb fuck!
He'll bring Johnny Law down on all of us!
(plane engine rumbling)
Where's Pecker and that damn dog?
- He's coming. - He's coming.
- Pecker!
(dog barking)
- C'mon boy.
- Here.
- Smell it, boy.
Smell it, smell it.
- Oh good, okay, let him go, let him go!
- Go get him, boy, go get him!
He's gonna chop him up real good, boss!
- The boy wanted to see hell.
Don't disappoint him!
All right, the rest of you!
Let's go, keep up!
(screaming)
(heavy breathing)
(growling)
- Fuck.
Oh shit.
Fuck.
Shit.
(dog whimpering) (man screaming)
(Pecker muffled screaming)
- Falcon!
No!
I'm gonna kill you motherfucker!
(screaming and grunting)
Oh Gosh!
- Oh God, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
(gasping for breath)
(dramatic music)
- I think I see them!
- Oh shit!
Oh fuck. - Fuck shit.
- Holy fuck.
- Oh man!
Fuck!
He killed him, Wilco!
- Now keep it together, man.
- Fuck.
He killed Pecker!
- Wait a minute, wait a minute.
- I'm gonna kill him!
- Wait. - Get away from me.
- Wait. (screaming)
Fuck.
- This is bad man.
- I know it's fucking bad!
We've got to finish what we started!
Hammer, take the body back.
You know what to do.
Let's go, come on!
(soft music)
(energetic music)
(screaming)
(groaning) (chain clanking)
(thudding) (screaming)
(train rumbling)
(horn blowing)
(yelling)
(chain rattling)
(dramatic music)
- Gotcha now, boy!
You're all mine!
Hey.
You should have covered your tracks.
There you are!
Your fucking head's coming right off!
(yelling)
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
You son of a bitch!
You fucker!
(screaming in pain)
Wilco!
Wilc.
He'll get you, you fucker!
You mother...
Wilco, help!
Fuck.
Fuck yeah.
(growling)
Fuck.
(emotional music)
* Light the dark for the meek of the masters *
(muffled music) - Hey!
Hey!
Help!
Hey!
Yo!
Wait!
Yes, thank God!
What's up?
What's up guys?
Oh my God, bro!
What's up, I need your help!
Hey!
Oh my God!
Lower your window, please!
I need your help!
You wouldn't believe the kind of night I've had, man!
Can you help me please?
(paint ball gun shooting) (screaming)
- Man, fight, fight, fight.
- Stop, wait.
Stop, wait.
Fuck.
Shit.
Stop.
Fuck.
- Beta Phi Phi - Beta Phi Phi, motherfucker.
- I'm out, man!
- Let's go, we got the footage.
Fucking bum, get a job, you loser!
(tires squealing)
(groaning)
(energetic music)
(fire crackling)
- Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
Good to meet ya, college boys.
- Get that fuck!
- Come on. - Come on!
- Keep up, ya fat bitch!
- I'm coming!
(soft guitar strumming)
* There is a house in New Orleans *
* They call the Rising Sun
* And it's been a ruin of many a poor boy *
* And God I know I'm one
* My mother was a tailor
* She sewed my new blue jeans
* My father was a gambling man
* Down in New Orleans
* Now the only thing a gambler needs *
* Is a suitcase
* And a truck
* And the only time he's satisfied *
* Is when he's on a drunk
* Oh mother tell your children
* Not to do what I have done
* Spend your lives in sin
* And misery
* In the
(dog barking)
(sirens wailing)
(moaning)
(soft music)
(glass clanking)
- Come on out!
- Who the fuck are you?
- I don't want any trouble.
- You coulda fucking fooled me.
- Hey.
It's you.
- Yeah.
It's me.
- You're not with them?
- What?
- Those two you were fighting earlier.
- Me, fight?
- In front of my truck! - Huh?
The silver
Chevy.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, you think I'm with Wilco?
You think I'm with that fucking murderer?
Murderer.
Murderer!
He wishes he was fucking me!
I enlisted!
Korea!
Purple Heart, purple balls, purple fucking everything!
No Vietnam bullshit draftee
shit that that fucking piss-fuck
slithered his fucking way fucking through.
- You've gotta help me.
They're after me.
He killed my friends.
- He owns the streets.
- Look, you have to help me!
- I don't need this aggravation.
They'll skin you alive
just as soon as fucking looking at you.
I'll tell you what, son.
You hide.
'Til the sun comes up.
- I don't have that long.
- Until the sun comes up.
People come out when the sun shines.
(fast music)
- Don't leave me.
Look.
I'll give you my truck.
You like my truck.
Yeah.
It's brand new.
AC, power everything.
Only 1500 miles on it.
- Silver Chevy.
AC.
You got the title?
- Yes.
- Had a '49 Ford.
Black.
Back in the day.
(laughing)
I don't even know what back in the day means!
Had a real good time in that truck.
I'll get you outta here.
(screaming)
- No!
No!
(intense music)
(yelling) (fast music)
(thudding)
(light music)
Oh shit.
(engine rumbling)
(energetic music)
- Wilco!
Wilco, over here!
Over here!
Wilco, over here!
West on Bay!
West on Bay, Wilco!
(clanking)
West on Bay, Wilco!
West on Bay.
Over here, west on Bay.
Wilco!
He got Chain!
- Hey Marshal!
Quarterback!
I'm coming for you, quarterback!
By God's own eyes,
I'm gonna kill ya dead!
You hear me?
Dead!
- Come on outta there, buddy!
All right, yeah.
You don't worry about it,
we're gonna find you your mom.
She's gonna be around here in just a little bit, all right?
We're just gonna sit you down right here okay?
All right, like that, now right there.
You want a piece of candy?
All right.
Here you go.
Dropping the kids off at the pool.
- Come on home.
- 10-4.
- Hey!
Help!
No way!
No, no, no, no, no!
Come back!
No!
Fuck!
Mister!
Why did he leave you?
- I got hit in the car!
- Do you know where you're going?
- Want you, want you, want to, want to get up.
Where's my mommom, where's my mommom?
- Sorry, mister!
- Wilco, he's over here!
(intense music)
- Ma!
Where are you mom?
Mom, where are you?
- Wilco!
Wilco.
Wilco, Spade's down!
Wilco!
He got him!
Wilco, Spade's down!
- What happened?
- He got him.
- Spade. - That college kid.
- Spade.
What?
It's okay.
Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.
The ambulance is coming.
We'll get you to a hospital.
The ambulance is coming, right?
You called the ambulance?
He needs to see a doctor.
It's okay, buddy.
- He's dead, Charlie.
He doesn't need a doctor.
He needs a box!
- No.
No he was just talking.
He was just talking to me.
He just needs an ambulance
- Is he breathing?
Is he alive?
- No, all right?
He's not, all right?
- Because that punk bitch killed him!
He killed him and Pecker!
You okay with that, Charlie?
- Should have never let it get this far, Wilco!
- You chicken shit little fuck!
You're saying it's my fault?
My fault for standing up for myself?
For you,
and every other sorry motherfucker
that calls the sidewalk home?
That punk and this city,
is trying to sweep us all under!
To take whatever little we have left, Charlie.
Put a Starbucks in every corner,
so some hip puke can walk his dog where we laid our heads?
They're gonna tear down the Sixth Street Bridge
any day now, Charlie.
Build a shopping mall.
Condos!
Where are we gonna go then, Charlie?
Open your eyes!
We're the last of the fucking Mohicans!
* Black girl black girl
* Don't lie to me
* Tell me where did you sleep last night *
* In the pines in the pines
* Where the sun never shines
* I will shiver all night through *
* Black girl Black girl
* Where will you go
* On the wind where the cold wind blows *
* In a pines in the pines
* Where the sun never shines
* I will shiver all night through *
* Black girl black girl
* Don't lie to me
* Tell me where did you sleep last night *
* In the pines in the pines
* The sun never shines
* I'll shiver all night through *
* Her husband was a rebel man
* Kill them all in a half full year *
* His head was found
* In a driver's wheel
* And his body haven't never been found *
* Black girl black girl
* Don't cry to me
* I'm going where the cold wind blows *
* He tossed me a whip
* He caused me to moan
* Caused me to
(spitting)
(muffled chatter)
- Hey, don't fucking.
I'll give you the fucking...
(speaking foreign language)
- Hey hey, hey hey.
Calm down, calm down.
- Is that how you wanna play me?
- Calm down.
(yelling in foreign language)
- You know, we're just having some fun with you.
- Take the money, take the money.
- Ow!
Let me!
- Hey, calm down.
Calm down.
Hey.
(groaning)
(thudding)
- You okay?
- Who the hell are you?
- Come on, let's go.
- I ain't going with you, get away!
Get away!
- Fine, stay here and wait for this trash to wake up.
Just tell me where the police station is!
I'm trying to help you.
- Get away! - Fine.
- Get away, get away! - Fine, fine.
- There he is!
(intense music)
- They're trying to kill me.
If you stay here, they're gonna kill you, too!
Let's go, let's go!
- Get that motherfucker!
Run, quarterback, we're comin' for you!
(gun banging)
- Help me.
- Hurry up!
- Go get him, man!
Don't let him get away!
Get that fuck!
- Hurry up.
- Wait!
- Come on!
(horn blowing)
(thudding)
- The fuck!
- Oh my God!
- He's getting away, god damn it!
He's getting away!
Hammer!
- He's knocked out, he's hurt!
- Put him on the side here, c'mon.
Help me.
- Oh God, oh my God!
- Come on, Charlie, let's go after him!
- No.
- Come on, Charlie.
- Our friend needs our help.
- I gave you an order, Charlie!
He's real close!
Let's get him!
- I'm done, this is it.
I'm done, Wilco.
- Let's get him man, come on!
Let's get after him!
- No, I don't care anymore!
Our friends are dead!
These are people we sat with,
we live with, we share our food with!
Our family!
How many of us have to die, huh?
- I understand that!
But it's all our asses, Charlie, if he gets away.
- I don't care anymore, Wilco.
I don't trust you no more.
This is it.
I'm done, I'm done.
- Come here.
You're done when I say you're done, you yellow-belly coward!
- I'm done.
Hey Tommy, I'm going to go get you some help.
- You're not going nowhere, you fucking gook bastard!
- Oh god.
- You understand?
You're not going nowhere, you hear me?
Fucking gook motherfucker!
Motherfucker, motherfucker!
- Crazy!
He's fucking crazy!
He's killing him!
What're you doing?
You're killing the guy.
- Where you going now?
Huh, Charlie?
- You're fucking crazy.
Why you kill him like that?
- Any of you got something to say?
Huh, come on!
I'm warning you, I'm warning you.
You see that pile of gut right there?
That's what happens to traitors.
Deserters!
Just keep it up and you're next!
You stinkin' wetback.
Come on!
Get going!
Start running! - Okay, we will!
- Come on!
Go!
Come on, you fucking beaner!
* Oh
* Death
* Whoa
* Death
- Which way?
* Won't you spare me over to another year *
* Well what is this
* That I can't see
* With ice cold hands taking hold of me *
* Well I am death
* None can excel
* I'll open the door to heaven or hell. *
* Whoa death someone would pray *
* Could you wait to call me another day *
* The children prayed
* The preacher preached
* Time and mercy is out of your reach *
* I'll fix your feet so you can't walk *
* I'll lock your jaw 'til you can't talk *
* I'll close your eyes so you can't see *
(beeping)
- Are you kidding?
None of those antiques work around here.
Welcome to the 21st Century.
Pow.
- Welcome to the 18th Century.
- Oh, fuck, it's gone.
Oh, fuck.
I'll fucking kill them man, shit!
- Where are you going?
- Eddie.
- Where's the police station?
- Oh, God.
Beats me, I don't know.
- Come on, wait a minute.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey!
Don't touch me.
- Look lady, I'm just trying--
- My name's Mona, bum.
- I'm not a bum.
- Yeah?
Well, you look like one.
You smell like one.
Sorry, you're a bum.
- I'm not a bum.
My name is Marshal Colter.
I'm a freshman at USC.
- Oh, so you're a college bum.
- These aren't my clothes!
Look, those psychopaths murdered my friends,
and now they're after me.
- Oh, great!
I wish I could help, okay?
I've never been to the cop shop down there.
And I don't want to go.
Bye.
- Well, where's there a hotel or a restaurant?
Something with a sign of life?
Any place where I could find someone?
- Don't fucking yell at me.
There's a restaurant, no, there's a hotel.
You know, back where we lost your friends?
Go there.
- Buses?
- They stopped running hours ago.
- Do you have a car?
- A Porsche?
C'mon.
- What about this Eddie guy?
- You don't got money?
Eddie don't want you, and you don't got money, honey.
- I just saved you.
- Saved me?
Worst they could've done wad tore me up a little.
It's nothing new down there, man.
You just pissed those beaners off good, that's all.
- You're a real piece of work.
- Yeah, that's right.
You know what, I get fucked for a living.
That's how I can fucking live!
That's how Eddie and I get by, and it works for us.
So don't you dare look down on us.
Now back off, bum.
- I'm sorry.
Please.
Help me.
- Fine.
Eddie can tell you where you can find the cops.
Come on.
- Hold on.
No.
- Come on.
- No.
Fuck, I gotta take a break.
I need to rest.
(coughing)
It's hard to breathe.
- What now, my lovelies?
You okay? - Just give me a second.
- All right.
Quit you're whining, up on your feet, let's go.
- Come on, she can't breathe.
- I don't give a fuck.
Suck it up, sweet cheeks,
or we'll use your head for a fuckin' pinata.
- Okay.
- Now.
Who's the whore he was running with?
- Beats me.
- Swallow?
- I think I know who she is.
I've seen her around.
- Around where?
- By the old church.
Over on.
(coughing violently)
- Hey, hey, hey, okay relax.
Breathe, relax.
Slow.
Breathe, come on.
Slow.
- Take a little nip of this.
- Breathe.
Good.
- I said a little, come here.
There's crystal meth in here, with tequila.
You feel better?
- Yeah.
- Oh, good.
So.
This Eddie, where's he crash?
- Over at the old church.
On Fleet.
Near the graveyard.
- All right, sugar tits.
On your feet, we're off to Fleet.
Come on.
- C'mon. - Okay.
- Hey. - Come on!
- I can't take his shit no more.
- Well, I'm open to suggestions.
- Well, maybe we can just walk the other way.
(intense music)
- Hey, spic!
- Shit.
- What are you waiting for?
Come on, let's go.
Come on!
- I'm not a fucking Mexican.
For two years you've been calling me a beaner,
border bandit, wetback, greaser, nigger, roach,
Mexican, taco jockey, field rat!
I'm Argentine!
- All right, burrito breath, back off.
Get your brown taco ass moving,
or I'll fucking kill you and her right here and now.
Go on!
Come on, go! - Oh God.
- Go, motherfucker!
- Fuck you!
- Oh, yeah? (speaking foreign language)
(energetic music)
- This is it.
God, my shoes are killing me.
- You live here?
- Not supposed to.
Closed down.
They were going to level it all.
Dig those graves up?
Tear a church down?
Well, that was five years ago.
Who knows what happened with that.
- Well, the economy, I guess.
- I say the Lord works in mysterious ways.
Eddie?
Eddie!
- Where is it?
- There was some trouble.
- I don't care, where's the shit, baby?
- They robbed me, and they tried to rape me.
- I don't fucking care.
Where's the shit?
Did you score?
You've been gone for fucking hours.
- I don't have it!
- What do you mean you don't have it?
- I was fucking robbed!
Get it?
- It's my fault!
- He's okay, Eddie.
- You brought, you brought-- - He helped me,
he helped me, okay?
- I don't give a shit.
You bring a stinking bum in here?
What the fuck are you thinking?
- Hey man, calm down!
- It's okay,
he just needs a fix. - Tell me to calm down?
Drop the fucking shovel.
Drop it.
Do you see the gun?
- Yes, okay, it's cool, man.
Look, Eddie, I just need you to show me
where the police station is.
- Police station?
Did you bring a fucking narc in here?
What the fuck are you fucking thinking, Mona?
Ooh, look, that turns me on.
- Oh yeah, really, here,
want another one? - I'll leave guys, all right?
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, no, no, no.
You ain't going anywhere.
Get back here.
Come over where I can see you, in the light.
Stop right there, right there.
You get back here, you stay right there.
Now what the fuck are you thinking?
- Just put the fucking gun down,
- Where's the cash? - I'll go get
some stuff from Dom.
- That's what I just said.
So give me the fucking cash.
- I don't have it!
- You don't have it?
- I don't have the cash, they fucking robbed me, that's why!
- Dirtbag, you have any cash from your bottles and cans?
- I got cash back in my dorm.
- Your dorm.
Where might that be, Harvard?
- USC.
- USC, you're a stitch, hobo.
- Listen, I got nearly a grand back at my place.
You got a car, we can go get it--
- Yeah, I have a car like you go to USC.
- Call my roommate, he'll bring you the damn cash.
- Oh, shut up, shut up.
You bring this fucking comedian in here?
- Look at his hand, he's got a gold ring.
- Show me, show me that.
- It's my father's, gold, you can have it.
- Yeah, I know I can have it.
Yeah, help him, take that off.
- Not until you tell me where the
police station's at. - Take it.
Fine, I'll tell you where the fucking police is.
Help him take off the fucking ring!
- Just do what he says, just do what he says.
Just do what he says, sorry. (intense music)
It's stuck. - Shit.
- Come on, come on, come on, help him!
- I'm trying, I'm fuckin' trying,
it's stuck! - Here!
- I got it.
- All right.
All right, that's nice.
- You got what you wanted.
Where's the police station?
- Oh, it's two blocks down, it's on First Street.
(energetic music)
- Get that puto!
(gun banging) - Eddie!
Oh my god, you sons of bitches!
Motherfuckers!
Yeah, take this you motherfucker!
- Pito!
You motherfucking whore!
I'm coming for you, black motherfucker!
This thing ain't over yet, you hear me you fucking bum?
Oh, I got you, motherfucker!
You're fast, motherfucker!
Not fast enough.
Hey, you scared?
Yeah, you better be scared.
Know who I am?
I'm the boogieman.
(whistling)
Come on out.
Come on out, puto.
(dramatic music)
Ooh, you smell that?
I smell fear, fucker.
You scared?
Hey, come on out, I'm not gonna hurt you.
Come on.
(laughing)
Eh, you're sloppy, homie.
Come on, I just want to show you something.
Let me show you something!
(yelling) (gun banging)
Ow, motherfuck fucker!
- This is for Mona.
(thudding)
Piece of shit.
(light music)
(gun banging) Oh shit!
Oh fuck!
(intense music)
(gun banging)
(sirens wailing)
(muffled police radio)
- Marshal!
You've got a lot of grit, kid.
- Don't you move, get down!
Get down!
- Get down on the fucking ground, now.
(cops yelling over each other)
- Black male.
- Don't shoot, man!
Don't shoot, don't shoot!
Don't shoot. - Don't you fucking move
or I'll blow your fucking head off!
- I'm not moving, I'm not moving!
- I beat you, thank you, thank you.
(gun banging)
- Did you see that? - Yeah, I saw it.
I saw it, I saw it.
- Yeah.
- Shut up!
- I saw him go for it.
- Get the fuck outta here, go on!
- All right.
- Get out!
- Just got the 1080 on suspect three.
Black male, gray shirt.
- You can't do this.
No.
Not like this.
- He went for the gun, man.
4-17, shots fired.
- My name is Marshal Colter. - Suspect down.
- I'm a freshman at USC.
- Appears to be a homeless transient.
- Help.
My name is Marshal Colter.
I'm a freshman at USC.
(intense music)
(muffled football game)
- That fucker went for the gun.
You saw that, right?
- I saw.
- He went for the gun, man!
He went for the gun.
(plane engine rumbling)
Now, get set.
Blue 42, blue 42.
Hut hut hike!
- The 18-year-old was supposed to start
his first day of classes this morning at college.
- They just took my son from me.
- Instead, his mother is planning his funeral.
- You heard it there.
A man on skid row was shot dead by the LAPD tonight.
Word is they closed the look
at the video captured by a witness position
just a few feet away.
(reporters talking over each other)
- Witnesses telling us they have
their own video of what happened.
Some of those officers were actually wearing body cams.
They're gonna be reviewing that video as well
as the cell phone video that has now
been seen by over a million people online,
and a warning, that video is very graphic.
- Police armed with riot gear couldn't keep up.
Watch as people of all ages loot this convenience store
and then burn it down.
(sirens wailing)
* Ain't that a shame
- Marshal.
- Stop!
- Smooth operation you guys got going on.
(gun banging)
(yelling)
- Our friend Tom there's busted up bad,
how many of us have to die, huh?
- You sons of bitches, take this motherfucker.
- That fucker!
- They tried to rape me.
- I don't care about that,
I can't kick about that, I wanna get high.
- Wilco.
- They fucked him up! - Wilco!
He got Jean.
- Fuck, fuck.
- Oh man, come on.
(paintballs thudding) (laughing)
- Hi, you want a piece of candy?
- Shoot that, puto.
(gun banging)
- Shots fired, suspect down.
Proceed on the investigation.
Fuck!
(laughing)
- Iwo Jima.
* Black Girl, black girl
* Don't lie to me
* Tell me where did you sleep last night *
* In the pines, in the pines
* Where the sun don't ever shine *
* I would shiver the whole night through *
* Black girl, black girl
* Where will you go
* I'm going where the cold winds blow *
* In the pines in the pines
* Where the sun don't ever shine *
* I would shiver the whole night through *
* Her husband was a hard working man *
* Just about a mile from here
* His head was found in a driving wheel *
* But his body was never found
* Black girl black girl
* Don't lie to me
* Tell me where did you sleep last night *
* In the pines in the pines
* Where the sun don't ever shine *
* I would shiver the whole night through *
* Black girl black girl
* Where will you go
* I'm going where the cold winds blow *
* In the pines in the pines
* Where the sun don't ever shines *
* I would shiver the whole night through *
(sirens sounding)
- I know what you've done here.