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(bright gentle music)
♪ Help me purify ♪
♪ Let me be free with my desire ♪
♪ I'm drowning in lies ♪
♪ Don't wanna be fighting this fire ♪
♪ Out of great sorrow comes the dawn ♪
♪ Wash it away make me be reborn ♪
♪ Rolling up and releasing a fire ♪
♪ What can satisfy ♪
♪ So come on and help me purify ♪
- Condoms. - Gold ones?
- You know it.
It's so funny, if you pull out that golden wrapper
and their egos go through the roof
when their dicks aren't swimming in them.
(customer shrieks)
Bitch, come on.
♪ Oh please send me a sign ♪
♪ 'Cause I've been circling the drain ♪
♪ For the millionth time ♪
♪ Out of great sorrow comes the dawn ♪
♪ Wash it away make me reborn ♪
♪ Oh and I need release if I ♪
♪ Can't satisfy ♪
♪ Oh won't you help me be satisfied ♪
♪ Come on and help me ♪ (electricity buzzes)
(bright gentle music) (muffled vocalist singing)
- Fuck. Shit.
(door jingles)
Sir, we're closed.
- I thought y'all closed at midnight.
- Yeah, well we're closing at 8:00 tonight.
- Oh, well, I ain't gonna be but a minute.
Hey, where can I find those, uh, pecan pies?
You know, the small ones you can eat with two bites?
Two big ass bites, that is. (chuckles)
- Uh, probably over there by the pastries.
But you gotta h-hurry it up, sir, please.
- Ah, don't worry about it. Oh, can I use the bathroom?
Long drive. - Bathroom's broken.
- Don't worry about it. I'll be quick.
♪ The one I love so much ♪
♪ I can't even touch ♪
(James groans)
(keys jangle)
(door jingles) - Sir, we're closed.
- The lottery ticket. Quick pick.
(machine beeps)
(tense menacing music)
Put all the cash in a plastic bag now.
The safe too, bitch.
Back up.
You guys are always stupid enough
to leave the safe open, huh?
(tense menacing music continues)
(gunshots blast) (display thuds)
(bright gentle music)
(police radio chattering)
(Wally muttering)
- Fuck.
Did they take everything?
- The safe, the register, everything.
- Fuck.
Go, go home. We'll talk about this tomorrow.
(bright upbeat music)
♪ Some people ♪
♪ Are made of plastic ♪
♪ And you know some people ♪
♪ Are made of wood ♪
♪ Some people ♪
♪ Have hearts of stone ♪
♪ Some people some people ♪
♪ Are up to no good ♪
♪ Ah but maybe I'm for real ♪
♪ I'm as real ♪
♪ As real can get ♪
(door thuds)
(tense suspenseful music)
- [Eddie] Don't move.
(bright upbeat music) - Back up.
(gun clicks) ♪ What you see ♪
♪ Is what you get ♪
♪ I got real love ♪
♪ Go and get it ♪
(Jodi chuckles)
♪ What you see ♪
♪ Is what you get my baby ♪
♪ And me and you ♪
♪ Is the best thing yet ♪
♪ The best thing yet ♪
(Jodi laughing)
♪ You know some people ♪
♪ Are made of lies ♪ (gun clicks)
♪ To bring you down ♪
♪ And shame your name ♪
♪ But baby I have good intentions ♪
♪ Good intentions ♪
♪ 'Cause breaking hearts just ain't my game ♪
♪ All I want to do is love you ♪
- Hey.
You gonna keep ignoring me?
- Please, stop. - What'd I do?
- Don't come hollering at me on this bus.
I've had a long day and I don't wanna make any new friends.
- You don't even know what I was gonna say.
- Hey, ma, why you so sad? Where your man at?
- Ain't nobody can hit you like that.
- Okay, really? What was you gonna say then?
- Your name is Jodi Jackson. We went to Woods together.
I sat behind you in Ms. Haskins' class.
- Eddie. - Eddie. Yeah, that's right.
- Aw, man.
I remember you.
You used to sell candy in homeroom making crazy money.
I remember you used to put them coolers
in the expelled kid's lockers
to keep them sodas you were selling cold.
- You can't forget about the hot chili Fritos too.
- I remember those. I ain't forget.
Hey, how'd you manage to do all that, anyway?
I always wondered.
- You know, Mr. Freesman,
he used to let me use his microwave, like,
10 minutes before class got out,
so I could heat up the chili and shit,
as long as I kept my grades up.
- Did you?
- Yeah, but my mom always wondered
how the only class I ever managed to pass was trigonometry.
Look, you dangle a dollar in front of a hustler's face,
I guarantee you he will put in the effort to grab it.
Bought my first car with that hot chili Frito money.
- That's crazy. (laughs)
- Can I buy you a piece of pie?
(bright upbeat music)
So what do you do for a living?
- I work at a gas...
No, sorry. Um, I'm a singer and an actress.
- Singer and an actress. - [Jodi] Mm-hm.
- Why are you sorry?
- It's just, I always used to say singer and actress,
but I've been working at that gas station for so long,
I'm starting to forget who I am.
- That's a shame.
Um, you wanna sing me a song then?
- No chance. - Why not?
- I'm not gonna sing to you in the middle of a diner.
I wanna act in a Disney movie, not live out one.
- Well, hey, but isn't that the entire point
of, like, being an actor?
You're supposed to, like,
become the character, right?
Go ahead.
- Can we please talk about something else?
I sit and think all day about how I'm wasting away
at a gas station, and the last thing I wanna do
is talk about it over pie.
- Fair enough. Sorry.
- So what do you do for a living?
- I'm a crook.
- What do you mean?
(upbeat music) ♪ I'm gonna need those props ♪
♪ I done came this far ♪
♪ I'm 'bout to get rich ♪
- Whoa, sorry.
- [Pedestrian] Watch it punk.
♪ You can suck my dick ♪
♪ That's a banana split ♪
♪ Shit's getting out of hand ♪
♪ I can tell you to scram but you make a good fan ♪
♪ How am I gonna be the one ♪
♪ To tell you I'm breaking up the band ♪
♪ Oh you need my help ♪ (engine rumbles)
♪ Don't hold your breath ♪
♪ This ain't about hate I know what you meant ♪
♪ It's all business ♪
♪ Look I sold your percent ♪
♪ It's not about me trying to break your heart ♪
♪ Not about me trying to hurt it ♪
♪ It's about me making sure the only people that's left ♪
♪ Around me are the people that deserve it ♪
♪ How better to word it ♪
♪ And I kept my number the same for years ♪
- Oh, shit.
♪ Now I'm 'bout to be ghost ♪
♪ I really hope you don't catch no feelings ♪
♪ Hey watch out watch out ♪
♪ Be cool now ♪
♪ Don't do nothing you'll regret ♪
♪ Don't do nothing oh forget it ♪
♪ Do what the hell you want I can care less ♪
♪ I don't give a shit ♪
♪ Boy I got so much to do ♪
♪ Feel like I got so much to prove ♪
♪ I don't need no drama ♪
- Watch yourself, kid.
♪ All I need is me and my crew ♪
- If you had stole this watch from me,
I'd have killed your ass.
♪ What you gon piss away this night ♪
♪ All these hot chicks waiting in line ♪
- (scoffs) Get the fuck outta here, man.
♪ We gon drop a stack we gon make it back ♪
- (scoffs) Damn kid.
(door thuds)
- [Eddie] $500.
- [Jodi] My god, that's more money than I make in a week.
- Yeah?
Now that I've shown you what I do,
I think it's time I hear them pipes.
- Oh, Eddie. Come on.
- Unless you just want me to go down to the gas station
and see what you get on there instead.
- Oh, that's fucked up.
- Nothing? Hmm?
(Eddie singing) ♪ There is a house ♪
♪ In New Orleans ♪ (Jodi laughs)
♪ They call the rising sun ♪
Come on. You know the words.
♪ It's been the ruin ♪
♪ Of many a poor boy like me ♪
♪ And God I know I'm one ♪
(Eddie humming)
♪ My mother was a tailor ♪
♪ She sewed up my blue jeans ♪
♪ My father was ♪
♪ A gambling man ♪
♪ Way down in New Orleans ♪
- You happy?
- Damn. (bright gentle music)
(Jodi laughs)
- Um... - Goddamn.
(door knocks)
That's my boy.
(muffled upbeat music)
- What do you want, Eddie?
- You still got the studio in the back?
(Romeo laughs)
- You dead ass.
- Yeah, I'm dead ass. What do you mean, bro?
- Eddie, you owe me money, Eddie.
- No, come on. Stop.
- [Romeo] Stop? - Stop.
It's not funny.
- He's broke. - Stop.
He's totally- - [Romeo] Broke as fuck.
- I'm not, I have it. You know, I'm, I'm good.
- [Romeo] Look at what he wearing.
(cash rustling)
(muffled upbeat music)
- Man, look, bro. Studio need work, all right?
Give me the money. We can fix it and you can lay a track.
- Oh, you want my money to fix your studio?
How do I know you're not just gonna take it
and run away with it and then never talk to me?
- 'Cause you in the deficit with my ass in the first place.
How the fuck am I going off with someone's money?
- You're right.
Use it for the song
and not for another fake tracksuit from Ross, please.
- Who's that there? - That's Jodi.
- Cinnamon. It's my stage name.
- I like her.
- I'm sure you do.
You should put them teeth away
and go back inside, all right?
(bright gentle music)
So where'd you get Cinnamon from?
- When I was a kid, my mom made me French toast,
and she put cumin on it instead of cinnamon.
I'm allergic to cumin,
so my face swelled up and my throat closed.
- Damn.
- So this one day, a woman brings churros to class,
and these kids just look so happy
sucking their fingers and shit.
And I think to myself, "I'm just gonna try one."
So I pull a stick off of my classmates' plate,
pop it in my mouth and all the kids just start
oo-ing and aah-ing, and nothing happened.
- So then why'd you pick the name?
- I realized that is the most fearless I've ever been.
So when I think of my singing name,
I think of an alter ego
or part of me that's fearless.
- That is so fucking dope.
- Hey. This is good, hmm?
(bright upbeat music)
- You got my change?
- Nigga, what change?
- This, this don't look like a $500 renovation, Romeo.
- You cheap motherfucker.
- I'm cheap? - Yes.
- You got soda fucking bottles on the wall.
- Craigslist cheap.
- This is what $500 got you?
- Yes. (Jodi clears throat)
(bright upbeat music)
- You don't gotta point, yo.
- I wanted to. - She sees me.
- Cinnamon, so I heard you got the song wrote.
Let's hook it up and maybe
we can figure out our tempo.
- Right, so I've never really done this before,
um, but I love music.
(friend sneezes)
- You good, nigga?
Go ahead, Jodi.
(Jodi singing) ♪ Mama I promise you ♪
♪ I haven't been ♪
- Uh, cut, cut that mama out. Cut that mama out.
We know who you're talking to. Less is more.
- When you hold it all in and it just explodes.
I just need to find some way-
- Let that motherfucker go.
♪ They have to align ♪
♪ There is nothing ♪
♪ There's nothing else I ♪
- Fuck. Relax.
- Can we just start from the middle part, please?
- No, all of this is made for one tape.
- All right, bro. Hold on, hold on.
- [Romeo] Look, do you need a click track?
I can give you one.
- She does not need a click track, bro.
So Jodi, uh, I don't know shit about music.
What I do know is sometimes when you,
you start thinking too hard about what's coming next,
you start looking for shit that ain't really there, right?
And it can only be in one place. You know where it's at.
Close your eyes.
- Eddie. - Come on.
Close your eyes. Trust me.
It helps me.
♪ It must have been hard ♪
♪ To tell me I wasn't gonna make it ♪
♪ You were just ♪
♪ Trying to protect me ♪
- I think you're a diamond.
- That's sweet. I think you're worth a lot too.
- I ain't worth shit.
It's true. I'm a hustler, I'm a crook.
I steal worth. Never seem to maintain it.
That's why I'm so good at what I do.
I ain't got shit to lose.
♪ The planets they have to align ♪
♪ There's nothing ♪
♪ There's nothing else I can try ♪
- I was really starting to like you
until you said that about yourself.
- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.
I was thinking I would give you a kiss on to your lips.
- Goddamn.
- It could have been a real moment there.
♪ But the world just ain't spinning ♪
♪ Fast enough ♪
♪ For me ♪
♪ To get there ♪
- That be Cinnamon.
- I'm talking 'bout.
- [Romeo] Jodi might be Cinnamon.
- [Eddie] That's what I'm talking 'bout.
What's up, bro? Thank you very much.
Have a good one.
- [Jodi] Hey. - Hi.
- That felt so good down there.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
There's not a lot of times
that things just feel right, you know?
And that felt right.
- Yeah, it did. I felt it.
(bright gentle music)
- Never talk about you being worthless again, okay?
(package thuds)
♪ Been feeling like we've got a chance ♪
♪ Really feeling like we're moving ♪
♪ Finding good things in your arms ♪
♪ I know that all will be as it should ♪
- Jodi? - Mm-hmm.
- What do you think about going out to LA?
- For what? - For your music.
- That's kind of a long shot, huh?
- Do you believe in your music?
- Oh, come on.
- Look, I've been thinking about it, right?
$500 for gas to get out to LA in the tip top car.
I could probably find something for, like, three grand.
Used, of course. But that's no problem.
Uh, once we get out there,
find, like, a really cheap apartment right outside the city.
Maybe get some new clothes.
So, like, once we start dealing with the big wigs,
we look the part.
Give it a year. I figure we could do it for, like, 30 grand.
- Hey, Jodi, we're docking your pay this week.
Your cigarette count was off.
- Eddie. I ain't got no money.
- Uh, yeah, I know.
What I'm telling you is I'm your manager.
- You gonna be my manager? - Yeah.
So I'm gonna manage to find you $30,000.
What do you think? (gentle bright music)
- Okay.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Yes. - Yeah?
(pedestrian groans) - Hey.
Watch where the fuck you're going.
- I'm so sorry, man.
(upbeat music)
- Hold up.
See him right here? - Yeah.
- That's the nigga that stole my watch.
(upbeat music) (car revs)
Get that motherfucker.
(tense suspenseful music)
- If you were worrying about this scar making you look ugly,
I just wanted you to know that you were always ugly,
and this might even make you look better.
- Yeah? - [Jodi] Mm-hmm.
- Jodi...
We're broker than when we started.
Maybe you need a new manager.
- I can't stay here for the rest of my life.
I have had this feeling inside me
that I am supposed to be doing something,
and they tell you work hard,
and it'll happen for you.
And it is, it's not happening.
- We're gonna figure it out, okay?
(gentle somber music)
- [Jodi] Hey, Eddie. - Yeah?
- What if we could get it all in one go?
- No. Too much risk involving money that big.
- What if there wasn't any risk?
After all this, we could just go to LA,
and you never have to put your neck out again.
- After what?
- There's a lot of money coming in and out
of the gas station.
And the cash just piles up on the floor in the safe.
Wally usually leaves the door unlocked
so I can let the armed trucks pick it up.
- Armored truck coming at 12:15 for pickup.
Lock that motherfucker up.
- How much money are we talking about?
- At least 50K.
(tense suspenseful music)
(gun clicks) - Look at me.
- Eddie, you look ridiculous.
- The safe, bitch.
Give me the money. (Jodi sobs)
Hey, look at me. Don't move.
I want you to bend down.
Take the cash out the register and open the safe.
(bright gentle music)
The safe too, bitch.
Back up.
(tense suspenseful music)
(dramatic somber music)
(Jodi laughing)
- [Jodi] Are we safe?
- I don't know.
- You did what you had to do.
It was you or him. People with guns get shot.
- Not always.
Look, Jodi, I just don't wanna think about it.
- I have to go to work tomorrow.
- What? - Well, they told me to.
If I don't go back they gonna think something's up.
We'll leave after. - Jodi.
- I, I'll tell them I can't work there anymore,
and I'm too afraid to go back.
- You think they're gonna believe you?
- I'm not acting anymore.
- Lord, have mercy.
What kinda beat up ass automobile
you driving there, brother?
I think it's time to get you in a new set of wheels.
No credit? Some credit?
Out on parole? (laughs) Oh, shit.
Well, you better hear what my girls are saying.
(bright upbeat music)
♪ Wally's got a car for you ♪
- Your girl deserves a Cadillac.
Get on out that limit.
You can't pull up to no club
in a beat up Honda Civic.
But your good friend Wally ain't going break your back.
- That's right.
- But you better hurry on up now,
'cause he ain't got time to waste.
♪ Wally's got a car for you ♪
♪ Wally's got a car ♪
♪ For you ♪
- We'll see you down here.
Wally about to make a deal.
(bright energetic music)
My fucking feet are hurting.
- Wally, those shoes are too small. Why'd you buy them?
- Not too small, baby. They're European.
They supposed to fit tight. Besides, they was on sale.
(camera clicks)
♪ Sing a happy song ♪
♪ And the world feels better ♪
♪ Sing a song ♪
♪ Sing a happy song ♪
- Hey, Wally.
When you have a minute, let's chat in your office.
♪ And the world feels so much better ♪
- Love you, baby.
- Damn, Wally.
18 years? I ain't even know they have Crown like that.
Why don't you go ahead and pour your friend James Walker
a little glass of that, yeah?
- A glass? Hell.
I'll give you a couple sips. (chuckles)
You want some ice with that?
- Yeah, I'll take a cube.
- So, uh, what'd you wanna talk to me about, J?
- Man. Look at that shirt you wearing.
That shit is coldblooded.
You out here looking like Don Johnson, Sonny Crockett,
"Miami Vice" on his day off up in this motherfucker.
(chuckles) Pin-stripe collar, gold cuff links.
Goddamn, boy, you look good.
- What can I say, baby?
- You ain't gotta say shit.
The clothes are speaking for themselves, man.
You done really came up in this world.
How you afford that shirt?
- Business is good, James.
You see, what I'm creating here is something special.
I'm tired of walking into these Black-owned businesses
around here and waiting three times the length to get served
as I do in them white neighborhoods.
People like that. That's right.
Upstanding Black-owned businesses.
Shit, they damn near pay for itself.
- Well, I didn't ask you how you plan on rebuilding
the ghetto one used car dealership at a time.
I asked you how you afford that shirt.
See, you were around about four years ago.
Remember you came to me and my mother asking for some money
on the partnership to start that gas station?
So we took our 49% ownership and you got your 51%.
Fast forward about two years.
You were so hard up on money,
I ain't know if you was going to make it, nigga.
But we helped you out.
Took that 2% off your hands and business been going steady.
- That's right. - But see...
That's just the word. Steady.
I guess what I'm wondering is
how you making out like a bandit up in this motherfucker?
To start a business like this,
nigga need to have a little more money
than you're making at that gas station.
I assume I know what you make since I read your books.
Unless them books is wrong.
- Are you accusing me
of stealing from the gas station, James?
- No, nigga.
But I'd be a lying son of a bitch
if I said I wasn't suspicious.
So as your business partner
of your not so successful venture, I have to ask,
how'd you manage to get the money for all this?
- Can you keep a secret?
- Sure, why not? (tense suspenseful music)
- Well, my girl Heather out there, she paid for it.
- I must be crazy.
Don't Heather work at the gas station during the day
and moonlight as a stripper out at the Rumpus Room?
- Occasionally.
- Don't exactly sound like Mark Cuban to me, nigga.
- Well, if you must know- - I must.
- Heather grandmother passed away about a year ago.
- Uh-huh.
- And you may not be able to look at it and tell,
but that family blue blooded than a motherfucker.
- No way.
- And she was her grandma favorite.
Left her $120,000 cold hard cash in a safety deposit box.
Well, Heather, she ain't know what to do with it.
So Wally say what? - What Wally say?
- Let's invest it. - Oh.
- And voila, nigga. (chuckles)
- (laughing) Hot damn, Wally.
You got yourself a good woman there.
- And don't I know it.
- I might have to get me one of them white girls.
I've always had issue with being with one, though.
Guess it's the side of myself I hate.
You know my daddy was a white man?
Raped my mother at 13 and left her with me, though.
- So you saying all white men are evil?
- Well, it ain't just that he raped her.
He went on ahead and smacked her so hard in both her ears,
he made her deaf.
Could have just killed her instead.
But that ain't what the white man does.
See the white man, like a dog,
like to defecate on people and leave his mark.
I guess after that,
I kind of had a hatred towards white people.
But you making me feel
like the pussy on their women must be different.
- Nigga, you ain't been with no white woman?
- Oh, no, I haven't. (chuckles)
Shit, turned down a few. (laughs)
Well, congratulations
on your wonderful endeavor, Mr. Superfly.
TNT. - Thank you, my brother.
- Before I go, let me ask you one more thing.
You see Mama, you know she loved you, right?
- I love Mama.
- Well, she wanted me to ask since you're doing so well
with this and all,
why don't you go on ahead and sell back the rest
of your shares in the gas station?
Now you might be thinking,
"Why on earth would I sell my shares
in a thriving business?"
Well, you got this one that's doing so well.
And if for some reason I, I know you wouldn't,
but if for some reason
you ain't telling me and Mama something,
we might just let that go.
- This is less than half the shares
I still got in that gas station, James.
(tense suspenseful music) - Oh, yeah.
I guess you right.
(Wally sighs)
- You go and take that check
and shove it up your motherfucking ass, James.
- Wally!
That money done made you a rude motherfucker, man.
(James chuckles)
All right. I tried.
Guess I'll see you on the other side, nigga.
- Bang, bang.
(bright energetic music)
Heather, baby, I think we in a little bit of trouble.
(Heather chanting)
- We are going to Spain. (chants)
- Heather, did you hear me?
I said we are in big trouble.
(Heather chanting) (maracas rattling)
Will you stop it with the damn maracas?
You're stressing a nigga out.
- Well, you want me to blow you, baby?
(Heather chants) (maracas rattle)
- Okay. (bright energetic music)
- [Heather] Mm-hmm. You like that.
You love that.
(phone buzzes)
- Hello? What?
No, no, just slow down. Now what?
(tense suspenseful music)
Did, did they take everything?
- The safe, the register, everything.
- Fuck. Go home.
We'll talk about this tomorrow.
Oh, shit, this ain't no good.
- Sir, we got some questions.
- Yeah, hold on a second.
Hey, James.
Yeah, you got to get down
to this gas station A-S motherfucking P.
(tense suspenseful music) (police radio chattering)
- [Officer] Hey, this is an active crime scene.
- Shut the fuck up, pig.
- Hey, hey, take it easy, yeah?
That's his dead brother, man.
- Hey, asshole. You can't talk to me like that.
I'm a cop.
- The fuck that mean to me, bitch?
- Whoa, James, James, James. Easy, man.
- Hey, hey, hey.
Stop. Let's go.
- Where's his bag?
- Jodi said she saw the robber man take everything.
(objects thudding)
Nigga, this is real bad. Catastrophic.
I have to tell Mama, and best believe
she ain't gonna be happy about this shit.
(police radio chattering)
- Why he mad at the pies, though?
(singer yelps) (upbeat energetic music)
- [Vocalist] Well, think I got me a real pony ride.
- Damn.
- Thought it was 60 minutes or it was free.
- Well, hey, baby.
Anybody ever tell you you look just like The Weeknd?
- [Customer] No.
- Feisty.
- Give me my fucking pizza.
- Sexy ass. You know you want me.
(bright energetic music) Shoot.
- Hey, hey, James.
Why don't you let me take that in there to your mama.
- This is a family affair.
Just 'cause you lay down with my mama don't mean shit.
You ain't my daddy.
You wasn't Barney's daddy neither. Move, nigga.
(tense suspenseful music) (gate creaks)
(Mama moaning)
(gentle somber music)
(Mama sobbing)
(tense menacing music) (Mama whimpering)
(TV hosts chattering)
- Hey. Turn that motherfucking TV down.
(TV audience laughing)
Heather, what did I tell you
about playing Whoopi so loud in my house?
- [TV Host] That's racist. - [Host] How?
- [TV Host] You cannot say you wouldn't date a white man.
(Heather whimpering) (gun clicks)
- [TV Host] What if I said I wouldn't date a Black man?
- Turn the fucking TV off, nigga.
(audience laughing) (Heather sobs)
- Hey, how you doing there, Ms. Walker?
(Heather sobs)
Hey, look, look, what we got here is a misunderstanding.
I mean, why don't we all put the guns and the cane down
and let's, let's talk this over some breakfast huh?
Heather happens to be a really good cook.
Ain't that right, baby? - I'm a real good cook.
- We don't want breakfast, nigga.
- Okay, then what, what can I do for you?
- Well, you see, Mama and I share suspicion
that you had something to do with that robbery last night.
- (scoffs) Oh, come on, James.
I lost money in that shit too, matter of fact.
Besides the, the insurance going to take care of everything.
(gunshot blasts) (Heather screams)
Oh, shit. (Heather screams)
- Fuck the money, nigga. My drop got ripped off.
That was three kilos of pure cocaine
in that fucking bag my brother had.
Now I don't know who the mystery nigga was that did the job,
but we gonna fucking find out.
Now I wanna see surveillance tapes now,
or your bitch's head getting blown off.
- Okay, (stammers) I'm gonna do whatever you ask me to do.
But all I ask you to do is just consider for a moment
that maybe, just maybe you got this all wrong, James.
So why don't we just let my Heather go, huh?
She ain't got nothing to do with this.
(chair thuds) (Heather screams)
(tense menacing music)
(tense menacing music continues)
(Heather screams) It's gonna be all right.
Don't worry, baby.
James, what them eyes mean?
- [James] Shut the fuck up.
(door thuds) (Heather whimpers)
(Heather screams) (gunshots boom)
- Come on, James. Let me, let me sit in the back seat, man.
James, it's getting dark, man.
(tense suspenseful music)
(muffled voice speaking)
- Yo, can I get my cigarettes?
(tense ominous music)
- It's hard to breathe in there, man.
- [James] Shut the fuck up.
(tense ominous music continues)
- Hey, hey, hey. Your name's Jodi, right?
- Yes. - Well, listen, Jodi.
My name's Ernest.
I'm actually part owner of this here business.
Now last night, talk to me,
did you see anything, hear anything that, you know,
help us figure out who did this?
- Um, uh, no.
I, it happened so fast, I didn't have time to see anything.
- Yeah, ah, I get that. I get that.
Uh, listen, Jodi, we about to go back here in this office
and conduct some business, all right?
I'm gonna need for you to shut your ears off
for next couple hours.
- Oh, wow. Okay, thank you.
- [Ernest] You digging what I'm putting down?
- I meant I, I won't hear anything, sir.
(tense ominous music)
- Cool breeze.
- Let's try wallygotacar.
- How do you not know the password for this shit?
- Well, I ain't never had to go back and look at nothing.
So I never thought I had to look it up.
- Ernest, how much we spent on this system?
- $20,000. - $20,000.
And you ain't think to write the password
on a sticky note on the back of this desk
when the man installed it?
Fuck, nigga. Now I gotta call him.
- I'm gonna go fill up the car.
(gentle suspenseful music)
(scanner buzzes)
Jodi, my card's not working out there on pump two.
- Oh, pump two only accepts cash.
Two and four don't take card transactions.
- Well, how long has it been like that?
- Since I started working here. So basically a year.
- Okay, got it.
(keys clacking) Got it.
- The password...
Was password. - Duh.
- [James] Why didn't you tell me that shit then?
- I didn't, I, it slipped my mind.
- I'll do this shit.
(Ernest snaps) (tense ominous music)
- Why don't y'all let me in on the joke?
Nigga, what the...
(knife scrapes) (knife bangs)
(screaming) Mama!
(Wally moaning)
- That how he do it?
- Pumps two and four. They're cash only.
Jodi, how much is a gallon of gas out there?
- 2.85.
- Give me $4.27 on, uh, pump two.
Plus they're rigged to pump out 20 cents a gallon
less than they're supposed to.
(tense ominous music) Motherfucker.
He's been lying to the Department of Weights and Measures.
(Wally moaning)
More importantly, he's been lying to us.
(Wally sobbing)
- So how much you think he's making
on those two pumps altogether?
- At least $48 an hour.
Now you talking high traffic on a 12 hour day,
over four grand a week in cash.
(Wally groans)
- Guess we figured out
who Heather's grandmother is now, huh?
(Wally screams and moans)
(chair thuds)
(scoffs) This nigga done fainted.
- Worry about him later.
Let's look at the surveillance video.
(knife scrapes)
Now the po-po said it happened around, uh, 11:58 PM.
Right there.
(keys clacking) (tape reel garbles)
(tense ominous music)
(punch thuds) (Jodi whimpers)
(Ernest grunting)
(tense suspenseful music)
(Wally shrieking) (spray blasting)
(Mama whimpering)
(tense menacing music)
(kick thuds)
(door thudding)
(tires screeching)
(Jodi grunting) (door thudding)
(Ernest shouting) (door thuds)
Shit!
(dramatic ominous music)
(doors clanging)
(dramatic ominous music) (tires screeching)
Look, Mama. We got ourselves a little daughter.
(rope whooshing) (Jodi thuds)
I got ya.
(Wally thuds) (phone buzzes)
- Yeah, Leroy, I can't talk right now.
- [Leroy] Now, hold on, James, baby.
Now you know that Camry I was selling?
- Look, man, now's not a good time.
- [Leroy] Hold on, boy. You know that Camry?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it.
I know it. What's up?
- Well, I had a fella come by around 2:00 PM to buy it.
- [James] All right, well I'm happy you got rid of it.
- Well, the boy paid me with some mixed bills.
Now I noticed that one of them bills
had a little blood on it.
(bright energetic music)
- Uh-huh.
- And I know that you boys got robbed last night,
so I figured that maybe, uh, they's connected.
Now the fella said that he leaving town.
- How old is he?
- Uh, probably early 20s.
- [James] He have long hair?
- [Leroy] Short hair.
- [James] Short hair. How short, buzzed?
- No, not that short.
And he had a, uh, scar over his eye.
- Scar. He a nigga?
- Nah, nah, nah, nah. Puerto Rican.
(tense suspenseful music)
- Puerto Rican?
He leave an address on the bill of sale?
- [Leroy] Sure did. (chuckles)
I, I'll sent it over to you.
- All right. Thanks.
85 South Victorian.
I bet that's where my drugs are and my motherfucking money.
(Jodi gasping)
Hey, Wally. This girl got a boyfriend?
(Wally groans)
What race is he?
- Mexican.
- Close enough.
I figure y'all two planned this together.
What? Wally told you about the drop?
- Uh-uh, uh-uh, no.
- Why the fuck are you looking at him? Look at me.
So if you tell me the truth,
I might just kill the Puerto Rican and let you live.
How that sound? Hmm?
(Jodi whimpering) Hmm?
That sound like we can make a deal?
(Jodi whimpering)
Okay.
I'll let Mama decide.
(tense suspenseful music)
(dramatic menacing music)
You know, Wally...
We've been through some shit together, ain't we?
(chuckles) Yeah.
Now I think you are gonna sell me
the rest of your shares in that gas station.
- (chuckles) All right, let's negotiate.
(gunshots blast)
(tense menacing music)
- [James] I'm gonna put the body in his car,
drop it in the lake after I go over to lover boy's house
and get our shit back and blow his fucking brains out.
You take Mama to the cabin. (Jodi whimpers)
If I get to his place and this boy ain't got our shit,
I want you to treat this bitch like a POW.
Torture the shit out of her.
- [Ernest] Cool breeze.
(tense somber music)
(phone buzzes) - Yo, Romeo.
I'm in a rush right now. Lemme call you from the road?
- All right, all right. Look, look, just listen real quick.
All right? Look.
Got a little road gift for you and the misses, okay?
Do me a favor.
Set your alarm for 5:00 AM,
and tune in to 98.7 FM.
- You got our song on the radio?
- (chuckles) Yeah, boy.
Look, I had a DJ listen to a couple of her joints.
He gonna play "Star Baby" on the show.
- [Eddie] What's that?
- (laughs) That's a new joint Jodi and I cooked up.
I think you're gonna like it.
Good luck in Cali, man.
- [Eddie] Brother, thank you.
(gun clicks)
- I implore you, nigga, do not move a muscle.
Now I know you the nigga who killed my brother Barney.
- I don't know no Barney.
- The nigga you shot last night.
He had a name, and it was Barney. He was my brother.
Now I'm gonna give it to you straight.
Your ass finna die right now.
Ain't no way to get around due diligence.
But young man, if you tell me where my drugs are
and where my money is,
I may let your bitch live.
(tense menacing music)
Oh, the motherfucker's in love. (laughs)
The jig is up, motherfucker. Where is it?
Don't even.
Where is it?
(tense suspenseful music)
(gun scrapes) (gun shot blasts)
(glass shatters) (Eddie thuds)
(tense somber music)
(phone buzzes) - Hello?
- Man, there wasn't shit in that box but fucking calories.
- What do you mean? - I don't get it.
Box was marked with an X, just like we said.
Wasn't even open.
But I got all the money back.
I'm heading back over to the house.
Girl must know something.
(tense ominous music)
- Oh, shit. You threw up all in my shit.
Goddamn it.
(gentle bright music) ♪ You're my angel ♪
♪ Now we've said goodbye ♪
♪ I'll find you in my dreams ♪
(Jodi thuds)
♪ Now I know I am alone ♪
♪ I wish on stars to change your mind ♪
- She looks (indistinct).
♪ And send you back to me ♪
♪ You're my angel ♪
♪ Now we've said goodbye ♪
♪ I'll find you in my dreams ♪
- [Ernest] Your little boyfriend of yours is dead.
Yeah, we killed him.
Got all our money back too.
Still don't know what happened to our drugs, though.
You gonna tell us what happened to 'em?
- Sir, I don't know nothing. (sniffling)
- Back up towards me.
(Jodi whimpering)
Now I'm gonna tell you like this right here, Jodi.
You're probably wondering
why she's just staring at your ass.
It's all about communication.
You see, Mama late deaf.
That is to say she ain't born deaf.
Yeah, she went deaf a little later on in life.
See, when people born deaf,
they can't quite conceptualize words
coming outta motherfucker's mouth.
But folks like Mama, well, she knew what you just said.
'Cause she can kind of read your lips.
You know, having communicated like that
for the first half of her life.
Mm-hmm, she talks too.
Well, she only do when she real mad.
(laughs) Trust me, I know it.
So why is she just sitting there staring at your narrow ass?
Well it's because what you just said
was not what she wanted to hear.
(Jodi gasping)
- Sir, I don't- - Shut up!
I wasn't done communicating.
There's so much talk that, that Mama can't see.
So that's why she relies on me to tell her things
that are definite, okay?
That's why we sign, baby.
So when I tell her something using my hands,
it's set in stone.
Okay? All right? (Jodi panting)
Come on baby, girl.
Help me give Mama a definitive answer.
- Sir, I don't know nothing.
- That's what you want me to tell her?
(scoffs) Okay, then.
Oh, shit. Whoo.
She said, uh, she want you to go outside
and get her switch off that tree
and bring it back here to her.
- Sir, please, I didn't...
(gentle menacing music)
- She said she told you to go outside and get her a switch.
Now, the first time she said it,
she was gonna give you 10 lashes.
And now she's gonna give you 50.
And if she has to tell you again,
she ain't gonna stop until you can't walk no more.
Leave them shoes.
(tense somber music) (Jodi groaning)
(branches snapping)
The louder you scream, the harder she going to hit you.
(footsteps thudding)
(gentle somber music) - Please.
- Give it to me.
(Jodi panting)
(tense menacing music) (Jodi whimpers)
(switch smacking) (Jodi screams)
(Jodi whimpers)
(switch smacking) (Jodi screams)
(Jodi moaning)
(gentle somber music)
(Eddie grunting)
(Eddie gasping and grunting)
(Eddie grunting) (gentle somber music)
(somber music continues)
(Eddie gasping)
- So my boss keep asking me why y'all keep delivering pizzas
out here at the dump?
To which I've replied, (sniffs)
niggas is hungry.
So tell me...
How fucking hungry are you?
(gum pops)
(Eddie grunting) (gentle somber music)
Tear him apart real quick.
(engine revs) (bright upbeat music)
♪ I need a cowboy ♪
♪ To ride his pony ♪
♪ I need a man ♪
(screams) Oh my God!
(Toni screaming)
- Lady, shut the fuck up, please.
- What the fuck? You shut the fuck up.
What the fuck? (Eddie gasping)
(Toni whimpering) (Eddie groaning)
- Yeah, well that, that's a little far for our delivery.
We'll have to charge you extra.
(phone ringing) Uh-huh, okay.
Name? All right.
And that really will take an hour.
(Eddie groaning)
Toni, what the hell?
Toni, what's going on?
Hey, that's the table our customers eat their pizza on.
Who the hell is that guy?
- He's shot, Mario. Stop acting like a dickhead.
- Well, you don't have to start calling names.
Now, look, kid, you...
Geez, you need a doctor real bad.
I'll, I'll call you an- - No.
Just some cellophane and first aid kit.
- Yeah, all right. (Eddie groans)
(bright gentle music)
Um, look, if you don't want the cops involved,
I got you, kid.
It's none of my business. But, uh, you don't look so good.
You ought to bite that bullet that struck you.
Toni, deliveries.
(Eddie groans and whimpers)
- Fuck. (groaning)
- Let me call you an ambulance.
- Okay. Okay.
- All right. Toni.
- Damn, that's far. - Yeah, they're paying.
Same guys as last night
that made you go to the morgue.
Yeah, I'll hold.
Imagine that.
Who would order a pizza
to be delivered to a fucking morgue, huh?
- I mean, earlier they sent me out to that gas station
off of Shore to deliver the pizza.
And when I got there, nobody was there.
- [Owner] Uh, uh, yeah, uh, listen,
I have a customer in my shop that needs medical attention
as soon as possible.
- Hey, was, was that the Walker Gas and Food Mart?
- Yeah, that one.
- What'd they look like?
- I mean, one was, like,
a big old cowboy Black nigga.
But the other one, he was a light-skinned brother.
Tall, sexy, wearing a cowboy hat and shit.
Looking all lumptious and shit. Mm, mm.
(gunshot blasts)
I believe he wanted me.
- Yeah. Thank you. (phone thuds)
It's the same guy she sees every night in her dreams.
- [Toni] Don't be an asshole.
(bright upbeat music) ♪ Every ♪
♪ Every day's gonna be like Christmas day ♪
- Hey. Hey, hey.
- Hey, Toni.
I'm gonna need that pizza and your car.
- Oh, well, which one do you want first?
(tense ominous music)
(Jodi thuds)
(door slams)
(tense menacing music)
(dramatic somber music)
(thunder rumbles)
- You found our money? - That I did.
- Well, where is it? - In the car.
- You thought it was more important
to bring in a pie instead of the damn money?
- This ain't pie.
(gentle ominous music) (door knocks)
Who the fuck is that?
- Your Mama wanted some pizza.
- How much we owe you?
- 22.50.
(cash rustling)
(gentle ominous music)
- There you go, Mama.
I bet you're wondering what's inside this box.
- I'm wondering why this damn pizza is cold already.
- Well, why don't we go ahead and, uh, warm it up?
You see...
That Wally's dumb ass in the ocean.
And I thought,
"What if it takes us too long to find our drugs?"
They gonna link his disappearance
to old Heather's body and then out.
So I figured I'd go over there
and dump Heather's dumb ass too.
So I drive by real quick.
Seems that there ain't no cops.
However, I notice a light
turn on and off as I passed.
And I thought, "Oh, hell.
Maybe the neighbor smelled something
and went in there to check it out.
I better get on in there before they call the cops."
Right when I'm about to open the door, pick the lock,
I remember I got old Wally's keys in my pocket.
(keys jangle) (gentle menacing music)
So I take his keys out my pocket, open the door.
(lock clicks) Take out my pistol.
(gun clicks)
It's real dark-like in there.
And I'm moving slow. Something like a ninja.
I recognize this smell.
What you think it smelled like?
A home cooked meal.
We both know death don't smell like no home cooked meal.
(bright energetic music)
♪ I guess you think you're hot stuff now ♪
- We did it, baby.
♪ You think you took his love from me ♪
♪ You're gonna find out ♪
- So I went on ahead and actually killed Heather.
- Is it your birthday? (gun shots blast)
- I realized Wally ain't that damn smart.
And the only people who know
about our little setup is Mama,
Barney, and me,
and you, nigga.
(hands clap)
But I was able to come to a conclusion
because of a smoking gun.
Not the one in my hand, mind you,
but the one in Heather's.
Two plane tickets to the Bahamas.
One for Heather Anderson
and another with the name Ernest...
(gun clicks) Walker.
- Listen, listen. C-c-calm down, son.
Just, we can talk about this.
- Talk about what?
How every nigga that ever got romantic with my mother
fucked her over, including you?
- I did all I could for you and your brother.
I raised you like you was my own.
- Lyin'. (door clanging)
Lying to us, calling yourself family,
giving us your last name.
- Put the gun down.
- No, Mama. (tense suspenseful music)
This nigga's trash.
- Look. The fucking door.
(gun shots blast)
(gun shot blasts) (dramatic menacing music)
(blood dripping)
(Eddie gasps) (gun shot blasts)
(James screams)
(Eddie grunting) (tense suspenseful music)
(Eddie grunts) (punch thuds)
(James thuds) (kick thuds)
(Eddie groans and whimpers)
(Eddie and James grunting)
(punch thuds)
(knife scrapes)
(knife stabs) (Eddie screams)
(knife stabbing) (Eddie screaming)
(Eddie groaning and whimpering)
(dramatic menacing music)
(Eddie moaning)
(punch thuds) (Eddie screaming)
(knife stabs) (Eddie thuds)
(Eddie gasping)
(Eddie grunting)
(Eddie gasping)
(tense somber music)
(Eddie grunting)
(car whirring)
(Jodi gasping) (somber music continues)
(Jodi kicking and thudding)
- [Eddie] It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
- Eddie, we got the money.
Eddie, we gotta get you to a hospital.
- Okay. (phone buzzing)
Turn on the radio. 98.7.
- Okay. (stations garbling)
(gentle sanguine music)
You got my song on the radio?
Did you listen to it?
- No. - It's about you.
- [Eddie] Yeah? - Yeah.
- Sing it for me.
- Oh, Eddie, come on.
- Come on, Jodi, sing it.
- Okay. Okay.
(Jodi crooning)
♪ I had to dig ♪
♪ Real deep inside ♪
♪ But boy you helped me find it ♪
♪ It was there the whole time ♪
♪ You pushed me up the mountain ♪
♪ Helped me climb so high ♪
♪ To that big great mirror in the sky ♪
♪ You made me realize ♪
♪ I was starving ♪
♪ You made me realize ♪
♪ I was not really there ♪
(sanguine music continues)
♪ You made me realize ♪
♪ I'm so alive ♪
(gentle somber music)
♪ I'm feeling like we've got a chance ♪
♪ Made me feeling like a new man ♪
♪ Tell me how to keep this dream alive ♪
♪ I'm sick of living to survive ♪
♪ Take me back to the daydream ♪
♪ When my world was brighter than the stars ♪
♪ Take my happiness ♪
♪ Don't set me afire ♪
♪ I want nothing more ♪
♪ Than you ♪
♪ Love ♪
♪ La la love ♪
♪ I'm in love ♪
♪ La la love ♪
♪ I've got love ♪
♪ La la love ♪
♪ All your love ♪
♪ La la love ♪
♪ I've been wishing that I found you sooner ♪
♪ I couldn't see ♪
♪ That you were right in front of me ♪
♪ Finding good things ♪
♪ In your arms now ♪
♪ I know that all will be as it should ♪
♪ Take my happiness ♪
♪ Don't set me afire ♪
♪ I want nothing more ♪
♪ Than you ♪
♪ Love ♪
♪ La la love ♪
♪ I'm in love ♪
♪ La la love ♪
♪ I've got love ♪
♪ La la love ♪
♪ All your love ♪
♪ La la love ♪
(gentle somber music continues)
♪ Oh. Oh, ♪
♪ I had to dig. ♪
♪ Re