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(box scraping)
(packaging rustling)
(phone ringing)
- Hey, what's up, bae?
- Hurry up (giggling).
My stocking needs to be stuffed.
- Oh yeah?
Look girl, you know I can't wait
to get over there and stuff your stocking
with this hard candy cane.
Look, hey, let me finish up here, all right?
(dramatic hip hop music continues)
Hey man, y'all need to hurry the fuck up.
- What the hell you in the a rush for?
- Bro, that was pussy calling,
something you might not never know nothing about.
(dramatic hip hop music continues)
(dice rattling)
(dice rolling)
- Seven, nigga (laughing)
- Lucky ass. - If I'm so fucking lucky,
man, put some more money back down
because there ain't shit lucky about me, man.
You're kind of disrespectful, bro (laughing).
(dice rolling)
Seven again (laughs).
Ain't shit lucky about me,
I keep telling you this shit, man.
- I said you was.
(dramatic hip hop music continues)
You might wanna watch who the fuck
you think you're talking to, man.
- [Player] Or what?
- The fuck wrong with this nigga, though?
- Handle your business, bro.
- Hey, man.
(dramatic hip hop music continues)
I don't take too kind to disrespect
and from the sound of it, you don't know no fucking better.
So if I was you, I would apologize
because I'm gonna give you one fucking chance to do so.
- Fuck that, I,
(punch thwacks) (body crumbles)
Give me my fucking gun, man.
Get this fucker off the ground, man.
Empty his fucking pockets, Q, what you find, you keep.
Give that shit up, nigga,
It ain't your motherfucking lucky day.
You came on the wrong side of town, motherfucker (cackles).
- Oh shit, mamma mia, mamma mia,
look at this motherfucking shit here.
- Q.
- Okay, okay. - Q!
- Hurry the fuck up.
Run, motherfucker!
- Get the fuck outta here!
(dramatic hip hop music continues)
Fuck!
Q, get the shit, man.
(birds chirping)
(somber music)
- Hey, baby. - Hey, baby,
- Mr. King, I'm done for the night.
Is there anything else that you need
from me before I leave?
- No, I'm good.
- All right, have a good night.
You have a good night, as well, Mrs.
King.
- Good night.
Is everything okay, honey?
- Yeah.
I'm just thinking about life after the game
and how the boys would be without me.
- Well, have you decided on
who you're gonna leave the company to?
Matter of fact, where are the boys?
- Not really.
But Kevin's at the warehouse
'cause we got a shipment coming today.
Other two are over their girls' houses.
Ain't no telling about Jeremy.
- For sure, well I know it's probably a tough decision.
- See, it is, but it ain't.
Some of 'em got, they're strong in their own way.
- I can see that.
- But shit, all them together, they unstoppable.
But if I had to make a choice, I know who it would be.
- Well, I know whoever you decide
is gonna be the best decision.
- That's why I love you.
You always know the right thing to say.
- Oh wait, I forgot to mention that Cooper came by.
- Why?
- She said you knew, something about I needed
to fill out some paperwork for the company.
Now, I was in a hurry so I didn't read all of it.
I'm sorry.
- Must have slipped my mind.
I'll give her a call.
- Okay.
Well look,
got something for you.
It's a surprise, so close your eyes.
(smooth music)
One second.
Bang.
Edible panties.
- Strawberry. - Yes,
I know how much you like your fruit.
- Especially when it's deep, I mean dipped in chocolate.
- Nuh huh.
Look, I'm about to go take a bath.
Don't keep me waiting, okay?
You know, chocolate melts when it gets hot.
(smooth music continues)
- Babe, I'm right behind you.
(gun rattling)
(phone buzzing)
- Baby,
you don't hear your phone ringing?
(phone buzzing)
- Yeah.
(phone buzzing)
- [Caller] Where's my money, Richard?
- I need more time.
- [Caller] Time, time, time, that's all I hear from you.
- You'll get your money as soon as I get it.
- [Caller] Oh, you must think you're talking
to one of your homies.
- Nah, nah, nah, nah, it ain't like that at all.
Listen, I'm just asking for a little more time.
- [Caller] Well you must have caught me on a good day
because I'm feeling generous
and I'm gonna grant your request.
- Appreciate it, look, you won't regret it.
- [Caller] No, you will
if I don't have my money in three days,
bodies will start dropping for every day that you're late.
- Look, you gonna get your money, man.
- [Caller] Tell the wife I said hello.
- Hey, leave my family out of this.
Hello?
(tense music)
Damn.
- How much time we have?
- Three days.
And I think he's serious this time.
- So what are we gonna do?
- I don't know.
I don't know, bae.
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(birds chirping)
(water flowing)
- Hey, babe.
(Rocky sighs)
- What's your problem?
- How long do we have to stay here?
- Lower your voice, Rocky.
I ain't trying to hear
all that yelling you about to start doing.
- You know what, I got a better question.
What are you gonna do? - About what?
(water flowing)
Why do we gotta talk about this every day?
- Because every day I ask you, you don't say anything.
- That should tell you something.
- Tell me what? - That I don't fucking know.
Why you so obsessed with who my pops gives his business to?
Look how we living, we not hurting for shit.
- That's not the point - Then what's
the point, Rocky, I'm listening.
- I could see us being like Ghost and Tasha.
You could be the biggest drug dealer ever.
- You do know Ghost wasn't trying
to be the biggest dope dealer ever, Tasha was.
- Well, I'm ready to move.
- Then fucking move.
Pop.
Say when, I'm there.
* Let them niggas know you all business *
* Hey, been nothing lately *
* I don't meet with too many people be moving shady *
* I keep the pigeons clear when I'm being persuaded *
- Cam. - Huh?
- Where's Jeremy?
- Uh, I don't know.
Why you asking me?
- For you always covering for him, and I ain't stupid,
I know he just texted you.
- He busted.
- What'd he say?
- Yeah, nigga, what'd he say?
- Fuck you, Jeremy.
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(engine humming)
(birds chirping)
(engine revving)
(engine rumbling)
(birds chirping)
- Babe. (car beeping)
(door thuds)
- Fuck, man.
- Why you in such a rush?
- (chuckles) Hey man, I ain't got time for you today, bro.
I'm late for a meeting, man.
- A meeting?
You got a meeting with the Italians?
- You need your fucking badge took, man.
They teach you that dumb ass shit at the academy?
- He's a fucking comedian, all right.
You know the routine, get your ass out the car.
Let's go!
- Fuck do you want?
Come on, man.
Come on, man, this shit weak, bro.
- Shut the fuck up, man.
- Ain't this some kind of police harassment or some shit?
- Nigga, please.
As much shit as you and your brothers out here pushing
with that old ass man, you lucky y'all out on the streets
on the first place.
- Why the fuck you keep talking about my pops, man?
You like Dick or something,
because his name's still in your mouth, nigga.
(gun clicking) (hood thuds)
Come on, bro.
I see I done struck a fucking nerve, huh?
- Say that bullshit again
and it's gonna be another Black Lives Matter
protesting on another dead nigga, I dare you!
- Man, if you ain't gonna arrest me,
get your fucking hands off me, man.
- You lucky I got more pressing matters to attend to.
Get the fuck outta here.
(birds chirping)
Just like I thought.
- Your dirty ass got it coming.
- Have a good day. - You too, Detective.
(door rattling)
(car doors thudding)
- What was that about?
(engine starting)
- Nothing.
Just do what the fuck I tell you to do.
- (sighs) All right.
(engine starting and rumbling)
(men muttering)
- About time your ass showed up.
- Fuck you, Junior, whatever.
(Junior chuckling)
- I guess my time not important.
What time I tell y'all to be here?
- [Men] 10.
- What time is it now?
- 12, man.
- So I guess you not a part of y'all.
I might as well be working for you
because clearly you gonna do what the fuck you want to.
- Pops, you gonna have a stroke
over two fucking hours, man, chill.
- Why the fuck you late?
- The fucking cop.
He fucking with me again. Pops.
- Wait, who, Harris?
- Yeah, man, that motherfucker, man.
- What'd he say?
- On and on and on about the operation again, bro.
Like he know what the fuck going on.
Do he know what the fuck going on?
- I knew I should have killed that motherfucker
when I had the chance.
- Hold, hold, hold on, Pops, man, what you mean, man?
Y'all got like a past or a history or some shit?
- Well we used to run together back in the day.
- What happened?
- Fell out over a bitch.
(sons laughing)
- Hold on, you?
- You never told us that, Daddy.
- Hold up, hold up, you supposed to be way more player
than that, bros over hos.
- Shut the hell up, Kev.
- Let's get outta here.
- Jeremy, don't be late for my party.
- Man, I got you, Pops.
Hey, heart to heart.
Yo, I'm gonna lock up, y'all, I got it.
Your daddy dig Tinder, man.
- Man, shit, I ain't know that shit either.
- Sure appreciate.
- Hey, don't be late, man.
- Fuck you, Junior. - Fuck you too, dude.
(birds chirping)
- There's the monkey that robbed me.
- And he beat you pretty bad.
- Fuck you, Frankie.
- Let's go. - Finally.
- I mean drive.
- We're not gonna do anything?
- It's a two-for-one hit, he's right there.
- I said drive.
(engine starting and humming)
(phone buzzing)
(tense music)
- What the fuck he want?
Why the fuck he calling me right now?
Say man, it ain't been three days yet,
you gonna get your money.
- You got bigger problem on your hands now.
So the price just went up.
- Man, what you mean?
I still got a few days left.
- It's not about the money that you owe me.
- Man, what the are you talking about, man?
- Your brother robbed my boy Angelo.
So the way I see it, you owe me a hundred large now.
- Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, fuck that shit.
I only owe you 50K, man, that ain't my problem.
- And now it's a hundred.
- Man, what the fuck you mean?
Man, I can't come up with that shit in two days.
- That's not my problem.
You have my money
or there's gonna be two dead kings instead of one.
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- Fuck!
- What was that all about?
- Man, Dad,
man, I thought y'all were gone.
- Don't make me ask you again.
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- I made a side deal with the Italians.
- Why?
- Look, Pop, I'm just trying to show you
that I can be my own man.
I'm just trying to show you I can stand
on my own two toes, man.
I'm not trying to disrespect you or betray you
or no shit like that, man,
but God damn, I'm trying to show you
that I'm the one that's supposed
to have the fucking business.
- With shit like that?
That's why I shouldn't.
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You owe him 100K?
- No, Pops, 50K.
- So where'd the other 50 come from?
- Man, your crazy ass son,
man, beat up his boy.
And now he trying to get me to pay for the shit.
- No, we got to make them motherfucking Italians feel me.
How long?
- Two days.
- No, no, we got one.
You and your brothers come by the house tonight
and you know what to wear.
(light music)
- Where you headed?
- Oh hey, baby.
- I said where you headed?
- I'm sorry, I'm about to go out
and have lunch with the ladies.
- Okay, you be careful.
And I just saw that little punk ass Harris
drive down the street.
- Okay, I will be.
I love you, I'll talk to you later, okay.
(smooth music)
* I've been nothing but good to you, baby *
(door creaking)
- Is she gone? - Yeah, she gone.
(smooth music continues)
(ass slaps)
- [Woman] Ooh, you know how I like that.
(group muttering)
- All right, attention everyone,
the food will be ready in five minutes.
- I was about to say, (group murmuring)
- Well, I'm glad that everyone is happy and all,
but did you decide who you gonna leave the business with?
- Uh. - Oh shit.
- Rocky, what the fuck, man?
- What, you acting like you scared to ask him?
- I'm acting like you in my business
where you need to be worried about yours.
- Do you ever think before you speak?
- Yo, shut the fuck up.
- Run up, bitch, I've been wanting to beat your ass.
- You know, fuck you.
- Hey, are you okay?
- I'm just feeling a little lightheaded.
I'm gonna go and lay down for a minute.
- No, Richard baby, help her to the back.
- I can help her. - No, no, I'll be fine.
- The help helping the help
- Rocky, what the fuck, man?
- What?
- Rocky, why are you always at the center of some drama?
- Exactly.
- Well if you'd get me outta this hell hole.
- Ain't nobody begging you to stay here.
You can leave anytime you like.
- Anyway, we just wanna know who you leaving
the business with because we feel like he deserves it.
- Really, nigga?
That's how you feel, bro?
- That's exactly how he's feeling.
- Yeah, that is kind of fucked up, Chris.
- Okay guys.
- Y'all niggas know me.
We talk every fucking day, I never do no shit like this.
And I don't know why I'm still dealing
with your trifling ass anyway.
- Enough!
- When it's time, you all will know.
- You know what, you is a messy bitch.
- Girl, fuck you. (doorbell rings)
- Goodbye.
Can't stand that ho.
- Hey, y'all are tripping.
Pops, we still on for later on tonight?
- Oh yeah.
- Wait, what y'all got going on tonight?
- Me and the boys got some business
to take care of later on tonight.
We won't be long.
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(guns shooting)
(tense music continues) (guns shooting)
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(somber music)
- What is he doing here?
(sheet rustling)
- Thought 'cause your last name was King,
you was untouchable?
- [Officer] You good, sir?
- Yeah, I'm always good.
- All right, well I'm gonna go talk to the rest
of the family, wee what they know.
- Okay.
(police radio chattering)
So where's the other victim?
- Back bedroom, but there's something
I think you should know.
- What's that?
- I think she was dead before the perps came.
- What would make you say that?
- There was no sign of blood.
- Okay.
- Okay?
She wasn't shot.
- (sighs) All right< I'm gonna check that out.
(police radio chattering)
(footsteps echoing)
- Hey, how y'all doing?
Can anybody walk me through what happened here?
- All we know as three masked men came in shooting.
- The women was crawling to the back
when the shooting started.
- So the second victim was alive
when you all went to the back?
- As far as I know she was already in the back laying down.
- But you just said that she- - She knows what she said
but she was only referring
to the people that you see in here.
I mean she had already gone and laid down.
She wasn't feeling well.
- Okay, so did you get a good look at 'em?
- I said they were masked.
- Right, yeah, right.
I did notice a few casings on the floor.
I'm guessing one of you here got a few rounds off, too?
- I'm assuming you a fucking rookie
'cause you asking some dumb ass questions.
- Right, I mean y'all ain't about to do shit.
We all know this a win for the pigs.
- Especially his ho ass.
See, you always had it out for my pops.
I hear it was jealousy, nigga.
- Ho ass nigga.
- So anybody wanna tell me what happened to the maid?
- Last we heard she went to the back to lay down.
- Well she definitely laid down.
Problem is she ain't get up.
- Wait, so are you trying to say one of us did it?
- Not at all.
But I do think we should
continue this down at the station.
- Good luck, fuck that shit.
(melancholic music)
* I cried, you heard *
* I prayed, you answered *
* I failed, but you succeeded *
* I gave up, but you encouraged me to go on *
* I know you hear me, yeah *
* You're the listener of my heart *
* I know you hear me, yes you do, Lord *
* You are the listener of my soul *
- Damn, man, I can't believe Pops is gone.
- Something just don't seem right about it.
- It's them fucking Italians.
Bro, it time we make 'em fucking pay.
- I don't know about all that.
- Don't you owe 'em some money?
And thanks to Mr. Hothead over here, it's only got worse.
- You trying to say it's my fault daddy dead, nigga?
- And look at you here now,
what the fuck you gonna do about it?
- Come on, man, y'all chill out, man.
- Get the fuck off me.
- Hey chill, dawg.
- Damn. - I agree with RJ
on this shit.
Something do seem off. - Thank you.
- I mean the Italians just don't move that sloppy.
- I'm sorry, man.
So fucked up about this shit, I want anybody to blame.
- It's okay, big bro, we all are.
- I know y'all gonna think I'm tripping
but I'm gonna say it anyway.
You don't think Mama was acting a little weird?
- Nigga, you are fucking tripping.
She just buried her husband,
nigga, you would be tripping, too.
- Bro, you're in left field with that one.
- So we gotta get to the bottom of it.
And I'm go pay him a visit.
- No, "I'm" not going nowhere.
We going go pay them a visit.
- Not the fuck we ain't!
You forgot you the reason that we in this shit?!
(dramatic music)
I'm going by my fucking self!
- You forgot you a leg short?
- Man, fuck you, man!
- [Chris] Don't get him started, man.
- We done been through this shit time and time again.
- So it's just another one, let's get through it again.
I love you.
I love y'all.
(dramatic music continues) (brothers murmuring)
- Let's go, man, here I am, I love you, I got you.
- Go on ahead and dip, man.
- Where the fuck you going?
- I'm gonna stay at Re's tonight?
- This motherfucker, man, go on, man.
(dramatic music continues)
- Gonna fucking leave me, this ain't fucking war!
(brother laughing)
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(birds chirping)
- So why hasn't this family ever gone down?
- From what I'm understanding they dad supposed to be, like,
the black John Gotti or some shit.
- Yeah, I know.
You know I did some asking around
and he really didn't have any enemies.
- Hmm.
So what'd you hear?
- Nothing, nobody would talk to me.
They just said he's a giving guy (chuckles).
- Hm.
You know, next time you might not wanna
go out on your own without me.
- What do you mean?
- Let's just say I don't want have
to be the one to say I told you so.
(dramatic music) (car door rattling)
(car door thuds)
(birds chirping) - Okay,
so they living large out here.
- Let's see, pretty sure they got
some illegal shit going on.
- Right.
- Guess we gonna find out. - Yeah, for sure.
(birds chirping)
Let's do what we do.
(Harris knocking)
- You gonna open the door?
(door rattling)
- What is it now?
- You know I just like to occasionally come by
the houses of the victims
and make sure the family's doing all right.
- Man, fuck you. - Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh.
- Fuck me?
Damn.
I just wanna come in and ask you a couple of questions.
- You want your foot broke?
- I don't think you wanna do that to an officer,
or Lord, that's assault and, if I'm not mistaken,
that's about two to five, right?
- That's right.
- You cannot come in. Detective.
- What you got to hide?
- Do you have a warrant? - Do I need a warrant?
(birds chirping)
- Good day.
(door thuds) - We'll see you later.
(tense music)
Fucking asshole.
(birds chirping)
- So why didn't you tell him about the maid being poisoned?
- How you know about that?
- I saw it on the autopsy report in the car.
- Are you trying to blow this case?
You need to mind your business.
- But I'm just trying to help, - But then nothing.
Are we clear, Detective?
- Clear.
- Come on, let's go.
- Junior.
(birds chirping)
- So she really ain't, (doorbell rings)
- I'll get it, I'll get it.
(door rattling)
Oh, hey girl, what's up?
Rocky in here on the couch.
- Mm. - Bitch, don't start.
- Come on, y'all, damn, I didn't come here for this shit.
- You got that right.
And what you two doing together anyway?
- I mean clearly she's here
because she ain't heard from you in a few days.
- So? - So I came by
to see how you doing?
- Well how do you think I'm doing, huh?
- Don't know, I mean that's why she here.
- Well as you can see I'm still breathing, so you can leave.
- Yeah, we knew that, though.
But anyway, whatever.
We need to go for a ride, come on.
- Yeah.
We need to get you out the house.
- (sighs) And we gonna clean up, too, for you, Ma.
This is filthy, like what's going on?
It's a mess.
(doorbell rings)
- Now who is that?
- You want me to get it? - No, I got it.
- Y'all, I'm gonna start in the kitchen.
- Yeah, I'm gonna help you.
- You do that. - Yeah, I will.
- Fucking bitch.
(door rattling)
- Good afternoon.
- Well damn, the way you keep popping up over here,
you kind of make me think you wanna move in.
How can I help you, Detective?
- I just had a few more questions
for you if you don't mind.
May I come in?
Thank you.
(door thuds)
(tense music)
- Easy, easy.
- Let him in.
- Why you look nervous?
Don't he look nervous, Benny?
- Ah, be careful, man, easy.
Shit.
- Relax, Junior, you're not my type.
Go ahead.
- Been waiting for your arrival.
Sorry to hear about what happened to your family.
That's pretty rude, a guy offers his sympathy
and you can't even say thank you.
Wait a minute.
You don't think that me and my people
had something to do with that, do you?
I don't operate like that.
And a man's word is all he has.
- I didn't think so, Benny (grunts).
I just needed to be sure.
- Fair enough.
But I did do some investigating on my own.
You recognize these two?
(folder rustling)
- Nah, should I?
- From what I hear, it was a hit.
Now I don't know who orchestrated it,
but those two are the shooters.
- Where'd you get this information from?
- The streets talk, especially for the right price.
Despite our differences, your father was a good man.
- Do you know where I can find 'em?
- I can't do everything.
- You're right, thanks.
(Junior grunts)
What about us?
I still owe you?
- The way I see it, your family has suffered enough.
So you and me, we're straight.
- My brother?
- I can't speak for Ange, he may want his lick back.
- Fair enough.
- Get that leg checked out, Junior,
you look lie you had a rough night,
- You look like you enjoyed patting me down.
- Yo. - What's up, baby?
- I'm all right. - What'd he say?
- Who are they?
- Those are the ones responsible.
Any of y'all know 'em?
- I ain't never seen 'em before.
And Benny told you this?
- Yeah.
- And you believe him?
- Yeah.
- What makes you so sure?
- Man, they don't do business like that.
- What about the money you owe him?
- Well, under the circumstances, I'm good.
- If I ain't know no better, you say that
like it's still bad blood between us, though.
- Oh it is.
But he's saying it's just between y'all.
- What's new, I don't give a fuck.
- Hey look, man, let's go find these motherfuckers
and we get some answers.
- Yeah, how about we do that? - Pops ain't had no beefs
- At all.
(tense music) (birds chirping)
(doors rattling)
(door thuds)
(tense music)
- Hey Rook, another long night, huh?
Yo, you good?
- What you know about Harris?
- I mean we worked the South Division for a while
a while back, we did a few cold cases together,
stuff like that.
Why, what's going on?
- I was almost attacked today.
- Okay, I mean,
I mean, you don't think your partner had nothing
to do with that, do you?
Are you serious?
- I can't really prove it right now,
but I know he don't like me.
He just does things as a cop
that's unethical at times, you know?
- Listen here, Rook, all right.
Now, I'm not taking up for Harris, I promise I'm not.
but sometimes we don't always go by the book.
Sometimes we gotta do what we gotta do
to get the damn job done.
- Wow. (dramatic music)
- Oh, and by the way, you still new,
you still a rookie.
If I was you, I'd be very careful
with who I make enemies with, especially my partner.
Looks more like internal affairs than it is street crime.
You have a good night.
(dramatic music)
(footsteps crunching)
- We want the rest of our money.
- Man, I told y'all I was gonna get y'all your money, man.
- Yeah, but it ain't never took this long.
- So what's the problem?
- Man, look, I just ran
into some unforeseen circumstances, man, that's all.
- That ain't our problem.
- Exactly, you paid us to do a job, the job is done.
- Man, y'all acting like I ain't good for it,
like I ain't never took care of y'all before, man.
- Hey, this is a businessman.
- And let's not forget, we know all your business.
(dramatic music continues)
- You motherfuckers threatening me?
- (scoffs) Nah, man, it ain't a threat.
Look at it this way,
we just don't want you to think that just because
you wasn't there that you didn't get
your little hands dirty.
- You know what, man, you got three days.
Matter of fact, make it two.
You already a day late
- And a dollar short.
- You know what?
When I get this money for y'all, we done here.
- This nigga think he the only dirty cop around.
- (laughing) Their bullshit.
(dramatic music continues) (birds chirping)
(smooth music)
* I hear you calling *
* Miracle baby *
* To save you, oh *
* Baby, we can take it nice and slow *
* Show me how it go *
* Can you work your body *
* Put your legs on the table *
* 'Cause, girl, I wanna taste your flow *
* Let me go down low *
(smooth music continues)
- I bet that nigga don't fuck you like that, do he?
- Hell not.
- Hey, but for real,
what's up with the rest of my bread, though?
- We'll have it soon.
- When the fuck is that, Rocky?
- Any day now.
- That ain't good enough.
Y'all better be getting my money sooner than soon.
- Or what?
- Play if you want, I know all Harris's secrets.
- So it's like that?
And what about us?
- Us, bitch, there ain't never been no us.
- Thought you said you was gonna leave her
and be with me when everything was done.
- Leave my pregnant wife, and you believe that dumb shit?
A pair of lips will say anything to get what it want.
Speaking of a pair of lips,
- Boy, fuck you.
- Nah, fuck you, get my shit and, in your words, soon.
(smooth music)
- You ain't getting shit.
- God damn, I'm so tired of cleaning up
behind his grown ass like a fucking kid.
(tense music)
What the fuck?
- Hey babe, - Baby, who's this?
- Who's what?
- The guy on the picture with the dreads and the other guy.
- That's the nigga wee think killed Pop.
- Are you sure? - Not 100%,
but I'm damn sure gonna find out.
- I mean have you asked around about 'em?
- Nah, but I did see him with them detectives.
Why you so concerned?
- I mean, damn, he was like a father to me, too.
You're so disrespectful and sensitive.
What the fuck?
- You're right.
I'm sorry, babe.
(kiss smacks)
- Forgive me?
- I'll think about it.
- Oh, you're gonna think about it?
(smooth music)
(birds chirping)
- So you heard anything else on the King's murder?
- No.
Have you?
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Nothing.
- You know, why haven't we made an arrest
on the maid murder, at least.
- And tell me, Detective,
exactly who should we be arresting?
- Hey, I don't know.
I mean, both you and I know that somebody
poisoned her in that house.
- And explain to me exactly how you know that, Detective.
Oh, let me guess, you been out on the streets
a few weeks now and you supposed to be
some type of expert, right?
- All right.
By the way you do things, I think you the expert.
- You know what, you got entirely a lot of mouth
to be a snot-nosed rookie.
You think you got the streets figured out?
These streets will eat your ass up and spit you out.
You wanna walk around here like you some big dog hot shot
when you ain't nothing but a little puppy.
My arrest record speak for itself.
Don't you ever disrespect me like that again
And insult my intelligence.
- I got you, Detective
(radio beeping)
(birds chirping)
- All right, look, man, I got some business
I gotta take care of.
Hurry up and put that out.
We gotta go.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Parker told me about that little conversation y'all had.
From here on out, anything you wanna know about me,
all you gotta do is ask.
I'm glad you're safe.
(bird chirping) (footsteps clomping)
(door rattling)
(door thuds)
(engine starting)
(door thuds)
(tense music)
- So Mama, you don't have any idea
who could have killed my daddy and Dina?
- No.
- Well, we got some information on who might be responsible.
- Y'all do?
- Who?
- A dreadhead and some other niggas.
- Where you get that information from?
- Come on, Mama, you know we got our sources.
- Yeah, Mama, did you forget what we do?
You know we tied to the streets.
- We'll run that on them niggas real soon.
- You don't even know who you looking for.
- Yeah, Mama, you forgot.
(tense music)
How come we don't?
- Look, before y'all do anything crazy,
make sure you got the right people, okay
- Mama, what do you know about Detective Harris?
- Nothing, why?
- Something about him. - And I bet you
his punk ass has something to do with my daddy's murder.
- Man, y'all going too far now, a cop?
Since when did you start caring?
- For real.
- Bitch, don't do me.
We just don't need to be going to war
with the police about some shit
y'all not even sure about.
- Anyway. - She's right.
(tense music continues)
- I take it you haven't reached out to any of Dina's people.
- No.
- Don't worry about it.
I'll pay to get her a proper burial.
- Aw, that would be nice.
- Hey, we'll pitch in, too, big bro.
- Yeah, let us know what we could do, as well.
- Can't stand this bitch, shut the fuck up.
(tense music continues)
- What about you, Mama?
- Oh, yeah, yeah, she was like family.
(tense music)
- Hey, we gonna be late for that business, man.
Let's get the fuck outta here.
(chairs scraping)
- Okay, wait, boys,
make sure that you be careful.
(tense music continues)
Okay?
(tense music continues)
(birds chirping)
- You up early.
- Just a lot on my mind, man.
- What's up, little bros?
- What's up, bro.? - What's going on?
- Re wore your ass out.
- Phew, did she. (brother laugh and murmur)
- [Jeremy] Hey yo, brothers.
- Yo. - Boy.
- What y'all doing up so early, man?
Man, that's normally a me thing.
- Mornings ain't reserved for you, Jeremy.
- Don't start your shit, bro.
What's up?
- Told you. - So then
what the fuck on his mind?
What's wrong with you, man?
- Look, man, I could be tripping.
It could be me.
But man, Mama wasn't acting strange to y'all last night?
- I seen it.
I seen it. - Rocky
was the one acting strange.
- Why you say that?
- Man, we had already had that conversation about them.
The picture fell out my pocket.
- So somebody knows something.
- Hold up, maybe Rocky was playing dumb
for the sake of how cool our mom is.
- It could be.
Something ain't right, y'all.
I feel it.
- Fuck it.
(gun clicking)
Let's apply pressure.
(police radios chirping) (crickets buzzing)
What the fuck?
- Looks like we weren't the only ones looking for him.
- Damn, man, back at square one.
- Nah, little bro.
This right here, somebody knows something
'cause them paid hit men.
- Hey, you know what, you right.
That shit wasn't no damn accident.
Somebody wanted them niggas dead.
- And we need to find out who somebody is.
- Facts.
- Ready to go, big bro?
- Yeah, let's get outta here.
Pace yourself, let's get out of here.
(engine revving)
- What's wrong?
- I don't know, bae.
I mean this whole entire situation is a fucking mystery.
- What you mean?
- My Pops don't have no enemies.
It seem like Mama know more than what she telling.
I don't know what to believe.
- Mm (coughs).
- Mm, what was that, you know something?
- I don't know, babe, I didn't wanna say anything
but I got a weird vibe from your mom and Rocky.
- Like how, you think Rocky knows something, too?
- It's hard to explain, it was the way they were reacting
to certain things being said.
- But you don't even like the girl.
How you know you just wasn't seeing things?
- Who does?
- Yeah, you're right, you got a point.
- I know what I saw.
(kiss smacks)
- Love you, girl.
Put some clothes on, I'm taking you to breakfast.
(airplane whooshes)
(elevator dings)
- Hey Cap, can I talk to you for a second?
Please?
- Okay, why am I delaying my anniversary dinner?
- Look, I think that Harris is dirty.
- Okay, that's a serious accusation about a cop,
especially your partner.
- I know, sir, and I'm very aware.
- Okay, do you have proof of this?
- Not yet, but I will.
- What makes you so sure?
I mean you're a rookie cop making trouble for herself.
I mean, I've heard the rumblings around the precinct.
- Look, I know that he's hiding something.
- Okay, look, I'm not gonna tell you
that he hasn't had complaints.
- Right. - But he's a detective.
I mean 100% of the time are you gonna follow the rules?
Probably not.
- And why does everybody keep saying that?
- Because it's true.
Look, find me something viable that I can look into.
I mean, because if this is like an ego thing
or something that you got going on, I mean you may have,
you gotta get rid of that.
- Sir, I actually do have something.
I've seen the autopsy report
of the second victim in the King murder.
- Wait,
autopsy?
Harris told me she was shot.
- Sir, that is not true.
She was poisoned by somebody in that house.
- Okay, everybody there that night was a suspect.
How come you haven't run 'em in to the station?
- Sir, that's why I'm coming to you, sir,
because I was told to mind my business.
- Okay. If department work is not your business,
then you're gonna probably have to find you someplace else
to be, another form of income.
Just gimme what I need. - Sir.
(footsteps echoing)
- [Reporter] Fighting broke out overnight
between rival factions along the Israeli-Syrian border.
(door rattling)
(footsteps echoing)
(door rattling)
- Oh, hey baby, I thought you would still be asleep.
(keys rattling)
(kiss smacks)
- Nah, I ain't been up too long.
Where you been? - To the store?
I brought you something back to eat.
It's on the stove.
- Thanks, babe.
(Junior grunts) - You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
Leg just a little stiff this morning.
- So how was last night?
I mean, did y'all find out anything?
- Yep, somebody already killed 'em.
- What?
- Yeah.
Guess word got out that we were on the trail.
- So what now?
- We just keep searching for whoever did it.
I mean, they was gonna die regardless,
just somebody just beat us to it.
- Wait, wait, wait.
So you're saying that this was a paid hit.
But why?
- Bingo.
And that's what we trying to get to the bottom of.
I never said anything to anybody, but,
you remember those two detectives
who were at the house the other day?
Well I overheard them talking about Dina's autopsy report.
- What about it?
- She was poisoned. - What the fuck.
- Yeah.
- It's no wonder why they hadn't said anything.
Did they say what kind of poison it was?
- I ain't hear all that shit.
But why you ask?
- I'll tell you, let me get you some pain meds.
Where are they, baby?
- Kitchen counter.
- Okay, just let me know the plan.
I'll bring your food back, as well.
- [Reporter[ Downtown Restaurant, 14 people are dead,
including three children,
four other suffered serious injuries.
Police have a suspect in custody
but are not releasing information
until they complete their investigation.
A government bill to crack,
(Harris knocking) - What's going on, Cap?
You wanted to see me?
- Have a seat.
- This can't be good.
- Your counterpart came in with a concern
and was told to mind her own business.
Since when did department business become a secret?
- I'm not sure I follow, Cap.
(folder rustling)
- Why didn't you tell me about this autopsy report?
- What report is that?
- Do I look that stupid to you?
- No, Cap, you don't,
but I'm this close to busting this family.
I've been tagging them for a long time, I'm right there.
- Explain, I heard she was shot.
- Again, I didn't divulge this information
because I don't wanna blow this whole case.
- This is a murder-to-hire investigation.
You know that and I know that.
- But Cap, that's my whole point.
That's the reason why I'm moving the way I am.
Somebody responsible for the death of that maid in the house
and I'm gonna find out who did it.
- Well, you better find me that someone
because if you hide anything else from me,
I will suspend your ass for six months.
Are we understood, are we clear?
- We're clear, sir.
- You're dismissed, man.
(officer knocks) - Captain, you got a second?
- Yeah, come in.
- Come have a seat.
All right, so here we have the widow, sister
of the victims off the house off Silverdale.
She came with a little information that could help
with the case.
- All right, all right, if you see Martin, send her my way.
- Okay.
- Hey, Cap, you needed me? (Martin Knocking)
- I did.
The widow and sister from the Silverdale murders
came in with more information.
- Okay, was it helpful? - I didn't check it yet.
Let me know what you find.
- Got it.
(tense music) (birds chirping)
(door rattling)
(door thuds) (engine starting and revving)
- Hello.
Yeah.
You ain't gonna believe who I just seen.
- Who?
- [Caller] The lady on the picture you showed me.
- Hm, well it must be our lucky day.
Follow her.
(tense music) (birds chirping)
(gun rattling)
(gun clicks)
(tense music continues)
- This shit is crazy.
- Fuck!
- What's up?
- Guess who I saw walking out the fucking front door
of the precinct.?
- Who? - Who?
- The pregnant wife.
I told you she was gonna be an issue, man.
- Oh, Rock. = What y'all want me
to do, kill the lady?
- You give a about her being pregnant,
but no, we can't kill her.
- I don't give a fuck about her being pregnant.
Where that bitch at, I'll kill her.
- Man, you can't kill her now.
Because if they do, then you know
it's gonna be an inside job.
- So what we going to do?
(phone beeps)
- Listen, did you holler at your man about the passport?
'Cause we gotta get the fuck out the country.
- Let me text him and see what he's saying.
- Can you do anything right?
- Don't do me.
You figure out the problem with the insurance policy?
- What you mean the insurance policies?
If we had the money from the policies,
we wouldn't be having this problem right now.
- Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait, just chill out.
It's just a minor snag in the paperwork.
But it'll all get worked out soon, don't trip.
- You better figure this shit out
because I got too much to lose
- And we don't? - Like what?
- If Chris find out I helped kill his dad, he'll kill me.
- Baby girl, Chris is adopted.
Nobody give a fuck about his feelings.
Now my boys on the other hands,
that's a different story, they a beast.
- Check this out, I don't give a fuck about you,
your boys, or none of that shit.
Get me my money or bodies gonna start dropping, you feel me?
Now y'all gonna fuck around and end up collateral damage.
- He just texted me, he said they'll be ready
in about an hour or so.
I'm guessing we could leave tonight.
- There we go.
- Meet me at 11:00 p.m. sharp.
- we'll be here, come on, let's go.
(tense music continues)
- That's her.
- Bitch, which one?
- I ain't your bitch, but the smaller one.
I ain't never seen that other lady before.
- Yo, what the is Mama and Rocky doing here?
- Damn, that surely is Mama and Rocky, the fuck?
Say, didn't you say your brother and husband did jobs
for a crooked ass cop sometimes?
- Yeah. - What did he look like?
- There he go right there.
- I knew that motherfucker was dirty.
Yeah, I'm about to go kill that bitch right now.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, chill out, little bro, God damn.
Fuck, we gotta take her ass home first.
- Junior, fuck her.
She the reason our daddy dead.
Lady, you lucky you pregnant
'cause I been wanting to smoke your ass.
- Nah, you lucky and you can let me out
this motherfucker right now, I'll walk.
- Nah, I'll take you back.
(tense music)
- Come on, let's go get Chris
and let him know what's going on.
- All right, bae.
(tense music continues)
- Shit.
Fuck, lemme call Harris.
(traffic whooshing)
Bullshit.
Fuck.
Let me call the captain.
(traffic whooshing)
- Hey, Cap, look, that information
that we had on Harris, I just called him right now
and I overheard him saying
that he had confessed to the murders.
- Are you sure? - Yes, I'm sure.
We gotta get somebody over there right now.
I can go myself.
- All right. - Goodnight, y'all.
- All right. - Rogers.
- You stay close to Harris, right?
- Yeah, about 15 minutes.
- All right, I want you to go over to Harris's
and sit on him, I'll be there in a minute.
- Yes, sir. - All right.
- You want me to go, too? - What's this?
Yeah, let's go.
- Let's go. - Let's go, let's go.
- Hey listen, man, make sure you bring me the passports
and all the shit I told you to bring.
Hurry up 'cause we ain't got all night.
- Going somewhere? (gun clicks)
(tense music)
- Who is that, Jeremy?
I know you ain't gonna shoot no cop in the back, right.
You know what you get for that?
You get the electric chair, that's what you want?
(tense music continues)
- Shut your punk ass up.
(engine humming)
I don't give a what you talking about.
Now turn your punk ass around
so I can kill you to your face.
(punch thwacks) (gun rattling)
- Fucking pussy ass nigga.
Fuck you, bitch, you King shit.
(tense music continues)
- (grunts) Motherfucker, you.
(gun shoots)
(door rattling)
(door thuds)
(tense music continues)
(gun shoots)
(door rattling)
(door thuds)
(engine starting)
(tense music)
(engine revving)
- [Officer] Police, come out with your hands up and slow!
- It's clear, I'm in the living room.
(tense music continues)
- Is he okay? - Yeah, should be.
Bullet went straight through.
- Where's Harris? - Well, he got away.
I tried to stop him, but he shot two at me and fled.
- I think I know where he is.
- Go, go, I'll get you back up.
Backup should be arriving shortly.
Make sure you arrest the mom and the daughter-in-Law.
They were involved in both murders.
It's all on Harris's phone.
(tense music)
- Is that Joe?
- We have company.
- Who is it?
- It's the boys, but what the fuck
is that bitch doing with 'em?
- I don't know, grab your bag and let's go out the side.
- What about Detective Harris?
- We'll call and let him know where we are.
Let's go.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
(tense music)
Where you two think you're going?
(gun clicks)
- Yeah, Mama, why we can't go?
- You know, when we was little
we used to love going on family vacations together.
- Okay, what's this ambush about?
- So we know what you did.
- And don't forget about that rat right next to her.
- Bitch, you wish you could be me.
- Why, Mama?
(tease music)
- Sit down.
- Look, don't come in here questioning me
about why I did what I did.
- Damn, Mama.
You had to have our daddy killed?
- And I've been sleeping with a snake
this whole fucking time.
- You've been selfish your whole fucking life.
- Shut the fuck up, you don't know nothing about me.
That man put me through hell.
- Fucking leave!
You ain't have to kill him!
- You know, you talking like you was a saint.
- You don't know nothing about me.
- Oh, but I do.
I know you and this slut been fucking that crooked ass cop.
You responsible for my daddy's death.
- Your daddy?
- Why, Rock?
- I needed the money.
- And you (scoffs),
you ain't even a real King with your adopted ass.
Your mama know your daddy didn't want you.
So you should be grateful that I even wanted
to raise your orphan ass.
- You know ever since I was 10 years old, I never knew
what it was like to have a real mother.
- Nigga. I treated you like you was my own!
- Nah, you tolerated me for the sake of my daddy's money.
- Well, you tell me what you think you know, little nigga.
And hurry up 'cause I got places to be.
- We know Chris ain't our adopted brother, Mama.
- Well, did you know he was fucking Dina, too?
- So that's why you killed my mama?
- Yo mama?
Nigga, I ain't kill nobody.
- Oh yeah, Daddy set us down when we were young
and he told us that he had an affair
with your best friend.
He knew he had messed up but he confessed his love for you.
He said the only way to get you back was to claim me
as adopted and make her your maid.
So they did it
on the account that they can have me in their life
and you fucking took that for me!
(tense music continues)
- I'm sorry to break up your little Hallmark moment.
- Well, it's about damn time.
These niggas was beginning to bore me with all this whining
they keep doing.
- [Junior] Man, what the fuck you doing with my brother?
- Do it.
Show me how bad you is.
That's what the fuck I thought.
Now put that shit down.
We about to leave, we gonna take one of y'all cars.
- Put the gun down!
- I thought I had backup, huh?
Glad to see you, partner.
Go ahead and lock their asses up.
- Arrest these two.
- What two?
- You tow.
(dramatic music)
And cuff him. - What?
What do you mean?
So you finally glad to see me go to jail, huh?
- Yeah, now get his ass outta here.
(dramatic music continues)
(door creaking)
(dramatic music continues)
- So what the fuck you doing here?
What's this?
- What, I can't call my mama in jail?
- Fuck you, little nigga, I don't got time for this shit.
- [Chris] Oh, you got all the time in the world.
Listen, it ain't gonna take that long.
See, while you were plotting, Pops was planning.
(dramatic music continues)
- Look, little nigga, just spit it out.
- See, we all knew you were only with Dad for the money,
So we had everything transferred in my name.
You ain't even on the insurance policy.
(brothers laughing)
- Now, see, that's where you don't know
what you're talking about,
'cause I'm his wife, he can't have me removed.
- Oh God damn it, I knew there was something
I was forgetting to tell you.
- Remember that day dad's lawyers
had you sign those papers?
(dramatic music continues)
- Oh, she signed them.
- [Chris] The day you were in such a rush.
Go ahead, open it.
(dramatic music continues)
- What's this?
- [Chris] How does it feel to play yourself?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
No.
- Rot in hell.
- [Group] Bitch!
(dramatic music continues)
* Kingsmen *
* Yo, be a cold day in hell before I change on you *
* I'm a king's man sitting at the round table *
* I know what I'm bringing, that's loyalty *
* Remember, you my brother for life *
* It's either us or it's them and I'm willing to fight *
* Know I stand on all 10, this is family bid-ness *
* Big dog in the city and they came to bear witness *
* I'm a king's man, my pops begot royalty *
* Keep the grass cut for the snakes to start avoiding 'em *
* We ain't backtracking, my love, we moving forward *
* Anybody try to take what's yours, we at war *
* Can you trust when the one that's close doing the most *
* Doing the most *
* I'd rather celebrate life than make a toast *
* With who *
* With the people I love, messages from above *
* It's heavyset like a dove *
* So every quote from the most high, most high *
* I seen it with my own eyes, oh nah *
* People change with your status, looking like a lick *
* When you trying to be a gift to the family *
* That's damaging because the same one *
* You share your sandwich with *