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There's gonna be a day coming

when we will seek judgment!

It's coming!

Now God is gonna save us. Just wait.

Yes he will.

Judgment will come.

The big picture as you know
now will not be the same.

"And he that taketh away his cross

and followeth after me
is not worthy of me."

Hallelujah.

Hi, Grace.

Say, girl.

I bet you got some money
left over from lunch.

Why don't you come over and
buy some of these drugs?

Get on home, Grace.

Damn, man.

Get your ass outta here.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Dusty, Dusty, damn,
what the hell you doing?

Who gave you permission to
pick shit up on this street?

And who permitted your ass
to sell drugs to my people?

Half your customers end
up in that graveyard.

You a little cute, dirty motherfucker.

You know if you took the time
to just clean your body up

and put some potpourri up your ass,

I might let you suck my dick.
Oh yeah?

I might too if you had a
dick long enough to suck on.

Ha!

Oh, you think that shit funny?

You think it's funny,
huh? Well what about this?

You think this funny?
Yo, what's up with that?

Man, if you don't sit your fake,

Eric Estrada-looking ass down...

Rodrigo.

Well eat your food before it gets cold.

You know how you hate cold food.

What's wrong?

How many times I gotta tell you,

stop putting goddamn cheese in my eggs?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'll make you some more.

No.

No, I ain't got time for that.

You always sorry.

Well, you home early today.

It's not even four o'clock yet.

I came home early so
I can cash my check.

Got a problem with that?

- Oh, we going somewhere?
- No.

I'm going with Sax to take
care of some business.

I don't know where you going.

Um, I talked to Dr. McIntyre today.

Well, he gave me a list

of things to do for the next eight months.

What list?

We're gonna have a baby.

No. You're going to the clinic
and take care of it today.

What? No, I'm not killing our baby.

What'd you say?

I said, I'm not killing our baby!

I told you to stop coming
in me! What did you expect?

I expect you to take the pill!

I am on the pill!

I'm on the pill!

Maybe it was an act of God.

Act of God?

It's bad enough I gotta feed your fat ass.

Now you wanna bring in a
crumb-snatching rugrat, huh?

You stupid bitch!

Don't you know I'll pull
that motherfucker out

with a coat hanger?
No!

All right!

All right!

- Ah.
- What up, man?

What's up?

Waiting on this damn mailman.

Well, the man's
sorry-ass is up the street.

Go get my money, man.

My check, man!

Where's my damn check?

Hey, you can't do that! Hey!

Goddamn, nigga.

Hey!

I'll call 911.

You all right, man, you all right? Yeah?

Give me this goddamn ring then.

- Hey, no!
- Give me this

goddamn ring!
No!

- Come on, Mr. Rodgers!
- No!

Give it to me, give it! Fuck.

Beat that ass.

Let me hit that.

- Man.
- Easy on that shit.

Damn.

Shit.

Motherfucking sway weed.

Don't never get married, Sax man.

That shit will hold you back.

Fuck that marriage shit, man.

I ain't getting married.

Give me my shit back.
Shit.

Get your own.

Sorry motherfucker.

Yo, get me
something, partner.

Tanya.

Hurry up, Tanya.

We're gonna be closing in a few minutes.

Tanya.

Uh, uh, uh.

Tanya, come on over here.

It's payday.

Yeah. Come on over here
and cash this check.

I'll catch up with you, Sax man.

Hey.

And so understand that God wants you

to be a part of what he's
doing in this world today.

You see, in the Bible, in
the Book of Revelations,

Chapter Six, it talks
about the four horsemen.

When those four horsemen get here,

it will cause more destruction

than this world has ever known.

Sister, have you made
a decision for Christ?

Have you chosen him to be
your Lord? It's up to you.

But see, God is calling you.

He's calling you to be a part of his army.

Sister, you need to make
that decision today.

God is calling your name.

We are God's children.

We must understand that.

Do you believe that you're God's child?

Do you honestly believe in your heart

that the Lord will protect you?

The Lord is the only thing
that can protect you today.

We are God's children and
we must begin to believe

that in our hearts, in our souls.

- Can I help you?
- Um...

I need to talk to somebody
now.

Ah, have a seat, please.

I'm Pastor Garvin. And you are?

Angela.

Tell me, what happened to you?

My husband is what happened to me.

Look, I'm not a member of your church,

but I was hoping that I
could talk with you anyway.

See, I was out on the
road and I broke down.

And then I...

Take your time, Angela.

I just can't.

Is this the first time

he's put his hands on you like this?

Oh, my husband and I, sure we argue,

but they've been little arguments.

But lately, I just,

I don't know what to do, I mean,

it's getting out of control.

Have you notified the police?

No, I can't go to the police.

Demond has had a long history
with the police department

and if his parole officer knew he was...

I'm not supposed to be telling you this.

Angela, everything we discussed
stays within these walls.

Now the conflict with seeing
that your husband has,

it's not for me to judge.

But I just don't know what
else to do.

I hear that.

Maybe you could start with prayer.

I've tried prayer and
prayer does not work.

So why even waste our
time? Uh, prayer.

Angela, God has his own
schedule and timetable,

so please don't take prayer lightly.

We must be careful of what we pray for

because we might get it.

Hmm, even if I decided to pray,

how would I know anyone's listening?

How?

He will give you signs
that make it quite clear

what his plan is for you.

Signs? What kind of signs?

What do you mean signs?

Things like communicating
through people,

revelations, even dreams.

Dreams? Hmm.

Well, I may be already seeing signs then.

- Really?
- Yeah, because...

See, I've dreamed about killing people.

I mean, and being killed.

Like there's this one
dream that keeps happening

over and over and over.

It appears someone has
thrown quite a party.

Actually, Mr. Bogart
hosted a party last night.

The staff is sometimes a little slow

about breaking down the tables.

Right this way.

Have a seat.

Ah, Mr. Maine.

It's truly a pleasure to meet you.

Big fan of your work,
for what it is, I mean.

Thank you, Captain Tassilo.

I've heard only good things about the men

in your precinct also.

How much work could it be

burying folks that's already dead?

Why, I assure you, Mr, ah...

- Saxson.
- Saxson.

Mortuary science is an art form in itself.

Rodrigo and I take
great pride in our work.

Yeah, whatever, man.

They have arrived.

Good. We're all here.

I wanna thank my director of operations

and personal bodyguard, Mr. Nathan Ward,

for arranging tonight's meeting.

Thank you gentlemen for coming.

Mr. Maine,

Mr. Bivar, Mr. Gold, Captain Tassilo.

Who's this?
Her name is Angela, sir.

She's a guest of Captain Tassilo.

She's all right, Bogart.

Don't need to worry about her.

Okay, for your sake, let's hope not.

Mr. Maine, I wanna thank you

for responding to our overture.

You see, your participation is vital

to an upcoming business opportunity

that can make all of us,
all of us very wealthy.

It appears to me that
you're already doing

quite well for yourself.

Well, as sole proprietor

of your own family business, Mr. Maine,

surely you understand the pressures

to maintain a certain lifestyle.

Like yourself, Mr. Maine,
I do have bills to pay.

Granted, but would you
mind explaining to me

what type of business proposition

requires the involvement
of the police department?

Bravo, Mr. Maine.

You're a thinking man. I like that.

That's good.

Well, I guess I need to
get down to the point

and stop beating around the bush.

Please do.

We have gained access
to a very large amount

of cocaine in Bogota, Colombia.

The only drugs I use are to preserve

the tissue cells of the deceased.

What does any of this have to do with me?

Coffins.

The fuck is going on, man?

Look, we got a new connection
that promises us enough blow

to keep it snowing in Atlanta
for the next three years.

What's the problem?

The question still remains,

what does any of this have to do with me?

Well, let me explain it to
you like this, coffin man.

Basically,

it's a team effort.

Saxson and myself puts up the front money,

purchase the product.

Gold then pushes it to the
clockers in the hip-hop club.

Any excess will be sold on the streets

by our small operations.

Captain Tassilo keeps the
heat off from the blue boys.

And you, you, Mr. Maine,

you order coffins from Bogota,

which gives us adequate
shipping compartments

and legitimate postal designation.

Sounds like you got
this all figured out.

Oh yeah.

You know, I figured,

why should all the white
guys have all the fun, huh?

No offense, fellas.

None taken.

I want no part of this.

Have a piece of gum,
you sweet motherfucker.

I told you his ass was
gonna punk out.

Well now we have to renegotiate.

Oh!

Easy.

Mr. Main, this is business.

Let's not make it personal.

Rodrigo.

Get your gitchy-ass up.

Let's get back to business here.

There's already too much
product on the street as it is.

Don't you ever call on me again.

Think it over, coffin boy.

Maybe next time we meet,
things may not be as cordial.

Maybe the next time we meet,

you and Mr. Saxson will be my customers.

Good evening.

A toast.

Bring Ricky over here.

Mm.

What about Maine and Bivar?

Patience, Sax, patience.

Maine is not proving
himself a liability yet.

We must conserve our energies
for more immediate concerns.

Like our dear friends Noland
and Kendall in City Hall.

When we do this,

I want soft taco all to myself.

To the largest snowstorm
ever to hit Atlanta.

Mm. I can't believe
Maine turned us down.

I mean, this bitch could
have been getting paid.

See the thing about
making power moves is,

you don't always make
friends, but

at least

you get a better class of enemies.

Come here, Ricky. Drink up.

- Did you insert the cannula?
- Yes, sir.

Good. Insert the drainage
forceps into the jugular.

Choke up.

Insertion point?

Two inches from the subclavian,

two inches above vena cava.

Good.

How do you plan to close it?

Baseball stitch.

Will she be wearing a
dress with a low neckline?

I believe so.

Use the subcutaneous suture.

Good job, Rodrigo.

- May I help you?
- Um, my name

is Deseree Lombard.

My cousin talked to you about-

Right, right, of course.
You're just in time.

Put a gown on.

Rodrigo, hand her the trocar.

Miss Lombard.
Ah, Desiree.

Desiree, when you finish aspirating,

I want you to inject the cavity fluid.

Fantastic. Ah, does
that mean I get the job?

Who said there was an opening?

- My cousin told me that-
- Hey, concentrate

on what you're doing.

We'll discuss that later.

Gonna be the biggest deal of our lives.

I can see it now.

Going to Barbados.
Ooh!

It's gonna be...

Hey girl!

Girl, that's a dangerous thing
you carrying there, girl.

You got a permit for that thing?

Noland, sit your big fat ass down.

Ah.

The life of a slumlord.

It's a lot better
than that pencil-pushing

bullshit you come from.
Mm.

All right, Remond, let's get to it.

Now that we've cut you
in, we want our delivery.

Don't say that, Whit.
Show him some respect.

We came here to talk about Clops.

No, uh-uh. That's the deal.

We legitimize you and you cut
us in on a part of the action.

- Whit.
- No, it's okay,

Brother Noland, please.

I understand Brother Kendall's concern

and how things are done in City Hall.

Have it for you right here.

Come here.

Oh.

Have a drink.

If you ever disrespect me like that again,

I'll kill your punk ass!

You hear me?
Yes sir.

Now relax.

Enjoy yourself.

So,

Frederick, came to you
seeking legal assistance.

Clops, who we call him,

he came to my office to
make a deal with the DA.

I told him the judge would
rule the list is inadmissible.

What list?

There are names, real
names, times, places.

- I'm on it?
- Yes, sir.

Wait, let me dramatize this.

This one-eyed fuck hands
you the trump card,

but you decide it's worthless
so you give it back.

Where the fuck did you
go to law school? Huh?

Tell you what, scrape this faggot up

and get the hell outta here.

Get the fuck outta here!

Clops went to Poe after I gave him,

that I couldn't take his case.

Uh, you might find the list there.

Well, I hope the Poe is a better lawyer

than your lame ass!

Get me Saxson.

- Yeah.
- Sax, what's up?

Listen, I got some work for you.

What's the plot?

Have a couple of
marks that need erasing.

I'll be there. Give me 20.

Ooh, woo!

Good morning, Mr. Poe.

Can I get your car for you?

Yes, sir. Get me my car.

And me another coat.

It's cold.

Girl, button up your coat before
you catch a cold out here.

But Daddy, he ain't
got his coat buttoned.

You ain't him.

Which one of you is Poe?

I'm Poe.

Why? Do I know you?

Just wanted to make sure.

What's your name?

Grace.

Grace.

Grace. Appropriate.

Bogart, what are you doing?

You believe in God, don't you, Grace?

Yes sir.

Good. You'll be all right.

You'll be okay.

Bogart, not the child.

In this house you will
respect the deceased.

I'll pick up the cot on my next trip.

This is the fourth child this week.

A nation who doesn't love its children

is a nation without a soul.

Come on.

I'll be right back. Prepare the body.

Sorry to keep you
waiting, Captain Tassilo.

We need to talk, Maine.

I thought I made it perfectly clear

that you have nothing to
say that would interest me.

We need to talk.

You're in this whether you like it or not.

Have a seat.

I'm getting out of the deal.

Bogart's gone mad.

He's taking out anyone who
can jeopardize the Bogota deal

and we're not immune.

I told Bogart to count
me out from the beginning.

His deals concern neither
me nor my funeral home.

You really that naive?

You think Bogart will let you live

with what you know about Bogota?

You, you were a dead man as
soon as you left that meeting.

He's freaking out, he's killing everyone

in the partnership over some list.

- What list?
- Seems a low-level dealer

left the flock, made a deal with a friend

of mine down at the DA's office.

So now there's a list with names

and drop spots floating around.

Bogart's name is on this list.

He killed that lawyer
out there for the list.

Only he didn't have it.

So where's the list?

Clops never gave it to Poe or the DA

is holding onto it for security,

which is a bad move on his part.

Huh, withholding evidence
makes him ineligible

for the Witness Protection Program.

If Bogart finds him, he's a dead man.

If Bogart gets convicted
of racketeering charges,

we don't have to look over our shoulders

for the rest of our lives.
So why don't you get

your blue boys to handle it?

The DA knows about my
involvement in the drug trade,

says I need to stay out of the bust

or Bogart could implicate me.

I see, huh, I see, Bogart goes down,

you come away clean.

It's about survival.

If anything happens to me,

make sure Clops makes it to the trial.

He's in room 1412 of the Peachtree Hotel.

I, I'm a funeral
director, not some gangster.

I was a rookie the
night your father died.

So I've cut down nine good
ole boys with the Tommy Gun

that used to belong to your grandfather.

You had no business desecrating

an African American cemetery.

You'll got no argument from me on that.

Well I know that set of balls like that

doesn't just disappear in one generation.

Don't bother. We won't be staying.

Captain Tassilo.

I never thought of you
as the nocturnal type.

I'm out, Bogart.

You're taking this summer
snowstorm campaign too far.

You keep telling me you're the top cop.

Now you running scared like a chicken

'cause of a few minor delays.

No.

He's just a scared bitch.

You killed those lawyers.

That was not part of our agreement!

Hmm.

Hmm.

You telling me how to run my business?

Just make sure your business
doesn't interfere with mine.

Listen, you dumbass choirboy.

Your business is my business.

The police department is-

I am the goddamn police department!

I put the gas in this
bitch that makes it run!

I'm out.

No, you're not out!

You're not out until I take you out!

- I'll take care of this.
- No.

Have a seat. Make a drink.

Have a seat.

No, no let's think about this.

The bar is closing in five minutes, sir.

There's your check.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

So, do you think Mr.
Bogart will try to hurt you?

Don't worry
about it, sweetheart.

I've seen plenty like him in my career.

Yeah, but he seemed pretty upset to me.

Trust me, Bogart's
just a small-time hood

trying to make a name for himself.

We didn't order any dessert.

Oh, it comes with your meal, sir.

Quit complaining, didn't
your mother tell you

never to turn down free food?

I guess you're right.

Well what is this?

It means you've been fucked.

Ah, negative, nothing further

Once we start, we can't turn back.

So be sure, Rodrigo be very, very sure.

He already killed Tassilo.

We don't have any other choice.

We may both get killed.

Seasons change.

A mother shouldn't have
to go through this.

Neither should a child.

Enough.

Enough.

Peachtree Hotel.

So how do you know that Tassilo

isn't just trying to set us up?

No, he's crooked but
he won't go that far.

He's not as low as Bogart.

The Clops, that's another matter.

I hear he has a perversion
for young, innocent girls.

Mm-mm. Get dressed.

Vamos!

Oh, oh, oh, ow!

Oh, oh, oh!

Where's the list?

In the kitchen, behind the door.

Open your mouth.

Oh!

Inhale.

It doesn't look like you're
going to make it to the trial.

Room service.

This is room 1412.

I'd like to order a steak, please.

Well done. Thank you.

Damn, you can stick a
fork in him. He's done.

This is the first spot on the list.

Watch your back.

Would you all like fresh pepper?

Yes, please.

Sorry, Tanya.

Can't a man eat a pizza
without being disturbed?

Go take care of it.

Where is he?

It's, it's over there.

Chihuahua!

Open it.

Hurry up.

You tell Bogart that after
I steal all this money,

I'm going to turn the list over to the DA

and then I'm going to
watch him rot in prison.

Got it?

Bogart's not gonna let
you get away with this.

I just did.

Stop the car.

Did you take care of my grandfather's gun?

I put it in the trunk.

So what's up?

What's up? He's hitting the list.

I can't afford to lose any more revenue

because of this bastard.
Dante,

you letting this punk
motherfucker get to you?

Fuck you!

Every hard dick on the
street gonna be after me now.

My name's on the list too.

So why you buggin'?

We got him by the balls.

- How you figure?
- Make a few calls,

change the drop points.
No, no, no, no.

You can't change the drops.

You know everybody gonna
think we're scamming.

You got people inside, right?

Yeah, I got a few people
moving the shit around

in the prisons, so what?

Pull one out.

A dumb bastard who's
stupid enough to play bait.

Station your boy at one of
the drop spots on the list.

He's bound to show up eventually.

And what if he's
already got enough money?

No, Sax,
see I know how he thinks.

This brother doesn't hunt
for food, he enjoys the kill.

His appetite won't be
satisfied for a while.

Here, baby. Telephone.

Think about what I'm saying.

Yeah? No, just lay low till I fix this.

Fuck Chihuahua!

I'll deal with his narrow ass myself!

Motherfucker hit us again, didn't he?

No shit.

Just get your stooge out from inside.

Put him back on the street.

We gotta wrap this shit up.

5:10 release.

Is that him?

Mm-hmm.

Why is he walking like that?

Ah, I guess he must have punked
'em out while he is inside.

So, Sax tells me you're
good with explosives.

That's good 'cause this is big.

Hurry up, let's get outta here.

They've been around these
places. They make me nervous.

According to the list,
this is the right address,

but it doesn't look like
a spot for an operation.

This doesn't feel right.

Over there.

Shit. I don't have time for this.

No. Go get the money.

I got him.
Okay.

Breach.

Breach.

Breach.

Breach.

Let's go.

Your case.

Go get it.

So Rodrigo kept running,

thinking he could outrun
the pain he felt inside.

So your dream ends with Maine's death?

Mm-mm, no.

It just gets more intense.

Sorry to hear about your friend.

That off-season trick-or-treating
is a motherfucker,

ain't it?

Rodrigo, let me have a word with you.

Come on, Maine would at least hear me out.

Do you need anything?

No, I don't.

If you change your mind, let me know.

I wanna make sure you're all right.

Now your friend there, he
wasn't much of a businessman.

He didn't understand the
concept of give and take.

But you, I got a good feeling about you.

I know you're Dominican, but, ah,

I think you understand
English better than Maine did.

So you give me the list

and your little bitch there
stays above the ground.

So as you can see, Mr. Bivar

you have no choice in the matter.

It's a done deal. Good day.

You bring it to me tonight

or you'll be placing a help wanted ad

in this Sunday's paper!

All I have to say, don't hurt him.

So, Peter Pan, you made it past fort.

I'm supposed to be impressed.

Please, have a seat.

I didn't come me to socialize.

I came here to kill you.

Well, you'll have to take a number.

Somebody's already in line ahead of you.

Get over there with him now.

Put the gun down.

Goddamn, baby.

Look, I ain't got time
for no more superhero,

mucho-macho, pseudo-savior bullshit, okay?

That makes you next, you
limp dick motherfucker.

- Come on, Angel.
- Fuck you, Demond!

Ah. Now come on, Angela.

Yeah, you know, you know me, baby.

You know how I am.

You know, you know I love you.

This ain't love, all right?

This shit ain't love!

This shit ain't love
'cause if it was love,

you wouldn't be putting your
hands on me all the time.

You know what?

All I ever wanted from you,
all I ever wanted from any man

was to treat me the way I
need to be treated, Demond!

Okay? That's all.

Aw, baby.

Come on, you need to be taking,

you need to be taking care of yourself.

I won't, I won't hit you again.

This is bullshit! Okay?

This is all bullshit! Okay?

Yeah, mm-hmm.
Babe.

Bull...

Yeah. Yeah, look at you.

You should pack your bags
and got the fuck out,

but you stay!

You stayed,

you foolish skank.

You used to fine. Sexy.

But now, I don't know about you.

You're weak.

You're just a fat country bitch.

Stupid. You hate yourself!

Yeah, baby. It's not me.

You hate yourself.

You hate yourself! Ah!

Get the fuck outta here!

Who are you supposed to be?

That's all you got, big boy?

Oh, God!

Does your dream ever bring Demond back?

Mm-mm, never. Never.

I must say, Angela, you have
a very powerful imagination.

Your dreams reveal you are in
touch with your true feelings.

I think more than you realize.

Okay, but so what does all this mean?

What do you think the dream means?

What I think is irrelevant.

Yes, but is, is this like
symbolic of the abortion?

Because I don't wanna kill my baby.

Jesus loves you and he does not want you

or your baby to suffer abuse.

Now if you are serious
about keeping your child,

I can definitely help you.
Wait a minute.

How much is this gonna cost?

Angela, when you accept
Christ into your heart,

you become part of a much larger family

and your father is very rich.

I'm gonna give you the
number of my assistant,

and if you don't hear from me,

I want you to call the
pager number underneath.

I'll also call Winston, our groundskeeper.

He'll help you with your car.
Thank you.

I really should
have come here a long time ago.

You know, this is the
first time a black man

has ever helped me without
wanting something in return.

In time, you'll find
that there are plenty

of good African American men out there,

despite what Hollywood tells you.

If a person wanted to join this church,

what would they have to do first?

Like fill out some forms or what?

- Are you ready?
- Yes, I am.

Angela, I now baptize you
in the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Spirit.

How do you feel?

Free.

Angela, you'll now see
the Lord work wonders

in your life like never before.

Welcome to the Kingdom.

I got a dead mailman
for the funeral today.

Thank you.

Where you think you going?

Where does it look like I'm going?

What, you going to worship
that punk-ass Jesus, huh?

Move.

Just, mm.

Ah.

Hmm. Mm.

Mm.

Huh. Motherfucking snakes
talking in this bitch.

This is good.

Ashes to ashes.

And dust to dust.

You were a hell of a friend

And I'm gonna miss your big iron head ass.

But I'ma enjoy riding in that limo.

Y'all got anything else to say?

Yeah, let's get outta here
before we lose this sun.

I don't wanna spend the night out here

with these Georgia rednecks.

Let's go.

See, in the Bible,

in the Book of Revelations, chapter six,

it talks about the four horsemen.

When those four horsemen get here,

it will cause more destruction

than this world has ever known.

This is what I get for hanging
with you fucking gentiles.

Shut up.

Who the hell are you?

Wait!

Just wait a minute.

What is this all about?

I know I did some fucked
up things, man, damn.

I mean, I can change.

Smoking, drinking, the whores.

Come on, man! Just give me a chance.

I know I can change.

Just give me a chance.

I just, I just wanna live, man.

Just, just spare my life.

You stupid motherfucker.

Okay gentlemen, everything looks fine.

You ain't gonna be,

you ain't gonna be needing this, are you?

Thank you.

Punk-ass motherfucker.

Demond?

And so the
Bible says in Matthew,

chapter 10, verse 34,

"To think not that I've come
to send peace on this Earth."

It looks like the two security
guards are gonna make it,

but that other one is fertilizer.

And it goes on to say
in verses 38 and 39,

"And he that takes not his
cross and follows after me

is not worthy of me.

And he who finds his life shall lose it.

He who loses his life,
for my sake, shall fight."

And so I say to you, brothers and sisters,

go and be blessed.

And may God richly bless
you in all that you do.

In Jesus name, amen.