All language subtitles for 2023 Everything Is Both

- We go through life trying to
avoid bad things

so we can only experience the good.

What is good, though?

We all want the good guy to sweep us off
our feet

and ride off into the sunset, right?

But what we really want is a bad boy

and to be the only one who finds the
good in him.

What I came to find out is everything is
both.

Good is bad, and sometimes bad is good.

Everything is both.

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ I am on my best behavior ♪

- Yo, hello.

Man, who this playing on the fucking
phone, man?

State your name.

- Lower your motherfucking tone.

This is Scar.

- Oh, oh, shit, my bad, big homie.

Caller ID said unknown, sorry.

- I don't need you to be sorry.

I need you to be careful, motherfucker.

- I got you.

- So it seems as if we have a
runner.

He's been off the grid for about 24
hours.

I'm gonna need you to go get that back.

Do you understand?

- Understood.

- Well?

- Well, what, big homie?

- Well, why do I still hear

you fucking breathing on this phone?

I want my property, and I want him, and
I want the girl.

♪ Ooh ♪

- Do you hear me?

I want them both.

♪ It's murder on my mind ♪ - Them both.

♪ Murder on my mind, yeah ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

(dramatic music
continues)

- Damn, that shit crazy.

- Yo.

- Fuck.

- Hey, lemme see that, man.

- I can't believe all of this is ours.

Baby, we paid.

- Paid in full, baby.

- Hey, so ready to lead this dark-ass
city.

Shit, we ain't never coming back here.

- Shit, it look like we got about 80,000
reasons to be

up out this bitch forever.

- Damn, that's a lot of money.

- Yeah, that's a nice little bag.

But the real payday,

real payday gonna come from this.

- The fuck is this, a zip drive?

What, we about to write a
motherfucking book or something?

Oh, we just gonna be like Ashley and
JaQuavis now.

- Nah, I'm serious.

That shit is worth

at least a million dollars on the
streets.

- For real?

- Yeah, that's the blueprint of all of
them sticks

I've been selling for Scar.

That's the source to make all of them
shits,

Dracos, AR-15s, nines.

- Wait, wait, wait.

You telling me this little-ass zip drive
is worth

a million dollars just for some
instructions?

- Nah, see.

Scar got a smooth operation going on.

This nigga got the gun game on lock,

untraceable guns, no serial number.

Got these little niggas out here acting

like they got extra lives or something.

This gun shit on the news right now,

homie been flooding the streets for
years.

They're fast and light as hell.

Check it out.

He high tech with this shit.

It's a app that take orders like Pizza
Hut, man.

He had them sticks at your
door within two days or less,

listing guns under nasty shit

that these motherfuckers ain't never
gonna eat,

like liver and tomatoes or
something.

But if you know, you know.

You get that box delivered to your
doorstep,

open up that motherfucking box.

Voila, broke-down gun, huh?

Now, put it together.

Take care of your business,
young dawg, no trace, no case.

Dig this.

These guns now were plastic,

and he would 3D-print that motherfucker.

He got the blueprint,

so he got the source.

That's what's in the zip drive, young
dawg.

It's the blueprint to the game.

- Oh, shit, what if he come looking for
us?

You not scared? - Yeah, fuck that nigga.

I stopped looking for monsters under the
bed

when I realized they was in me.

Plus, we gonna be long gone before he
find out.

- You're right, six more hours,

and we gonna be riding first class

on our way to Cali.

- Yeah.

About that, though.

- What?

- I ordered us bus tickets instead of a
flight.

- What the fuck?

Bus tickets, Tre, really?

- Yo, listen.

Once he find out I ran off on that, that
bag,

he gonna have that airport crawling with
goons.

We playing chess, not checkers.

You gotta trust me, baby.

- All right.

You right, you right.

I'm just, I'm ready to just leave and
start over.

We did it.

You don't feel bad for robbing your plug
and all?

- Nah, there's a difference

between doing wrong and being wrong.

- Yeah.

Tre, what's wrong?

Tre, what's wrong?

Tre, Tre.

(dramatic music
continues)

- Tear this bitch up.

- Fuck.

Fuck, fuck.

- Family.

It ain't in here.

No, we checked everything.

You know what?

Don't trip.

We got her.

Let's go.

- Hi, uh, I have a ticket.

I, I just left it at home,

but I really need to get on that bus.

- I'm sorry, I can't do that, ma'am.

The trip is sold out.

I can't sell anymore tickets.

- No, no, please, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
begging you.

I'm supposed to be on that bus.

- I'm sorry, I can't.

- Fuck.

Okay, look, I'm gonna go to that
bathroom over there,

and I'm gonna leave this under the
toilet.

Please, I'm begging you, please.

- Damn, bitch, watch where the fuck you
going.

The fuck wrong with you?

- Let's go.

- What the fuck?

- Shh, please, please help.

- You gotta get

the fuck outta my car. - No, no, no, no,
no.

There's some men trying to get me.

- What that got to do with me?

- They're trying to kill me .

Please .

- Hey, look.

Coast is clear.

And I'm 'bout to leave you right here.

Whatever you into, you need to be
careful

'cause niggas ain't playing out here.

And I'm assuming that bag you have is

somebody's property other than yours,

so I'm gonna say it again.

Be careful.

- What am I supposed to do?

They gonna find me.

- I don't know. Call somebody.

- Call who?

I left my phone, and it wouldn't do any
good anyways

'cause I don't know nobody.

Shit, the only person I knew, he,

Tre, what's wrong?

Tre, what's wrong?

He's dead.

He fucking dead.

- I'm sure you got somebody you could
call.

- I don't have nobody to call, okay?

I'm a trick, okay?

I sell pussy, so I don't got nobody to
call.

All right, look.

I came here with my boyfriend a few
weeks back.

He was all I had.

- Well, he wasn't much of a boyfriend.

- What makes you think that?

- That bruise on your face.

- Just part of the game, playboy.

- Part of the game is that?

Must be the part of the game I don't
know nothing about.

- So, where you come from?

You literally saved my life.

- Well, I was trying to catch a play.

That's why I pulled up to the
station to meet my homeboy.

Then, you happened, so.

- Appreciate it.

- It's all good.

- How much you miss out on?

- Why, you gonna give it back to me?

A nine piece.

- Quarter brick?

- Mm-hmm.

- Then, you were going back home after-

- You ask a lot of questions.

Actually, I was gonna meet some family
in Memphis,

but that was my spending money I just
pulled out from,

so you fucked that up.

- All right, look.

I got a proposition for you, all right?

- I'm smooth.

I ain't buy nothing you selling, bro.

- That ain't what I'm offering.

- Them bitches look good.

How many more of them you got?

- Yeah, I knew that'd get your
attention.

I knew you was a hustler.

- I'm listening.

- All right, so I need some protection.

I figure I could tag along with you and
go down south

so I could get away from
these niggas that's chasing me.

- Just drive you down south?

- Yeah, I mean, I need some protection.

It's, it's this nigga named Scar, okay?

He got spots down the entire fucking
interstate.

He got goons and shit, some
shit about liver and tomatoes.

This nigga's crazy. - Okay, okay, okay,
okay.

This shit on the floor like that?

He gonna kill you?

- I need some protection.

- Like a bodyguard?

- Yeah, yeah, like a bodyguard.

- Well, I ain't no bodyguard type,
woman.

- But you a hustler, though, right?

I mean, that is why you got

that quarter brick in the trunk, am I
right?

- So, what's in it for me?

- Half of that.

- How much is half of that?

- It's an 80 rack, so 40 a piece.

I'll split it with you if you
ensure my arrival in Florida.

I could take it from there.

- Or, I could take it from you right
now.

- But you won't.

You ain't like them.

You a good one.

You a hustler.

- So, you a good one?

- I'm bad.

But that Bible on the dash says a lot
about you.

- You know what my mama used to say?

No matter what you do, good or bad, take
God with you.

- She's a smart lady.

- Yeah, she was.

She was special.

She passed when I was young, though, so.

- Sorry.

- So, half of this is mine if I just
drive you down south?

- Exactly.

We got a deal?

- Where's my bag?

I want you to find both of they asses.

I don't even care if you have to torture
'em.

You bring me my money,

and you'll bring me my goddamn zip
drive.

Then, I want you to leave both

of they asses smelling like a fucking
sewer.

- We cruised through the night,

felt funny riding with a stranger, but
fuck it.

I had to do what I had to do to make it
out the city safe.

He told me his name was Cam.

I like that name 'cause it fit him.

Dawg didn't say too much and seemed
cold,

but to be honest, that's what made me
comfortable.

I felt protected.

I felt guarded.

This it?

This where we staying?

- You said homie run all the highways.

I had to find something tucked off.

Unless you got a better idea.

It's just for a night, though.

Come on, let's go.

Yo.

We need a room, playboy.

- For an hour or a night?

- For a night, man.

Look at this nigga, you know?

- Your room will be on the second floor.

If you parked by the steps to the far
right,

it's the second door on the left.

- So, I don't get no change or nothing?

Fuck.

Shit fucking nasty.

Look, I just need somewhere
to shut my eyes for a few hours,

and then we back on the road.

- All right.

I'm gonna go ahead and take a shower

and probably check out the pool.

- All right.

- Good evening.

This is John Cole reporting for ABC 12
Nightly News.

Our leading story tonight is about
these,

what you see on the screen.

What looks to be a regular
gun actually isn't that at all.

These deadly weapons are called ghost
guns.

They're completely untraceable
and have no serial numbers.

Federal authorities are
labeling them as very dangerous.

Police say they have took over the
entire Midwest

and could single-handedly
raise the unsolved murders

within the region.

This black-market item is
being used all across the country

and has become a threat to society.

All you have to do is order the
individual parts

from the dark web, and within
days, the gun or rifle kit is

at your front door.

The gun hypothetically isn't a weapon,

but that's only until you put it
together.

And just like that, you can have

an untraceable, unregistered
weapon in your possession.

Some officials say this is

a dangerous loophole that
could plague the country for...

- Hey, girl.

So, I just wanted to see if
you needed a towel or whatever.

- Yeah, I could use one.

- Here.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

- I'm gonna be cleaning.

Um, just let me know if you need
anything, all right?

- All right, thanks.

- All right.

- It's just the maid.

- Hey, girl.

I was just checking on you before my
shift ended,

see if you need anything.

- No, yeah, we good.

- I ain't seen you around here before.

You not from here, huh?

- No, we just passing through.

You have a nice night.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Are you sure you don't need anything,
nothing at all?

- No, we good.

- We?

Baby girl, you don't gotta do this.

Go on ahead and cut that middle man out.

This your pussy, not his.

- Excuse me?

- I'm just saying I hate pimps, and you
should, too.

I can take you down to the Hi-Ho if, if
you 'bout it.

It's right up the street.

It ain't too far from here.

Can make your own bag.

Don't even gotta worry about it.

- Bitch, get the fuck on.

- Oh.

- Oh, shit.

- You should wash your fucking hands out
there.

- Come on down to Cuevos,

best steaks in town only 19.99.

- Those steak look good as fuck.

I'm starving.

You hungry?

- Fucking right.

They gotta spot up the street.

It's walking distance.

- Oh, and take this with us, huh?

- I mean, I could go

and bring us something back. (Dysha
scoffs)

What, you don't trust me to go

out by myself? - No, nigga.

- Well, fuck, you go.

- No, we go.

You know you don't have to wait for me
to order, right?

- I didn't wait on you.

- What you mean you didn't wait on me?

- Did you wanna order something else,
ma'am?

- I ordered for you already.

- What'd you order?

- Steak dinner with broccoli and home
fries?

- Mm-hmm.

- You want salad?

- Hell, no, I don't want no salad.

Well, since the food is covered,

can I get a Coke with light ice please?

- Sure can.

- Thank you.

That was probably the best steak I ever
had.

- Clearly.

- Well, we see your plate looking
awfully cleaner

than mine over there, so.

- Touche.

- It looks like y'all enjoyed
the meal.

- Mm-hmm. - Yes.

- Did y'all save room for dessert?

I promise the pecan pie here is so good.

It'll change your life forever.

- I'm good on that.

Can I get some more water though?

- Sure can.

- Do y'all have vanilla ice cream?

- We sure do.

- That's what I'm talking about.

Can I get a piece of pie and a vanilla
ice cream?

- You got it.

- Thank you.

And gimme a few dollars.

- Gimme?

- Can I please have a few dollars

if it's not too much trouble?

- You needy as hell.

- Nah, come on.

- A few.

- Ciao.

All right, look, I need to talk to you
about something.

- That's why you added the music, for a
dramatic effect?

- Yeah, whatever.

- I'm listening.

- You ever heard of ghost guns?

- Ghost guns?

- Yeah, ghost guns, have you ever heard
of it?

- I mean, a little bit.

This cat that I used to run with or
whatever,

he dabbled with it a little bit.

What about 'em?

- All right, look, I feel like I trust
you.

I do.

I ain't been completely honest with you.

I have something other than a bag.

- So, what other money, and how much is
it?

- I don't know how much it's worth,

but I know it could set us up for life.

- Hmm.

You don't say.

- It literally has all the blueprints

to everything we need to know about the
ghost guns.

I figured we could flip it.

So, you down, Mr. Hustler?

- Absolutely.

- All right.

♪ Spend all my money on pretty things ♪

♪ Diamonte shoes and all these diamond
rings ♪

- Auntie, where you at?

- I'm at the spot.

- I'm coming to you right now.

- Nigga, you know where I'm at.

Come on.

♪ Don't trip too ♪

- You ain't gonna believe this shit.

- All right.

- Okay, look, I'm on my way.

Yeah, right now.

- What's up?

- What you mean what's up?

What's up?

- You ain't got nothing to say?

- What do you want me to say?

- Boy, stop playing.

What happened?

- Didn't I tell you I was gonna take
care

of it for you, for us?

- But you just came in here,
and you ain't even say nothing.

- Haven't I handled my business
with everything I told you

I was gonna do up to this point?

- Yeah, all I'm saying is you just came
in here

and ain't even say nothing.

- Okay.

I talked to my auntie.

- Mm-hmm. - And she waiting on us.

That's all you need to know right now.

- All right.

- You good?

- I'm good.

- Good.

- You want some pie?

- No, I'm good, but how you gonna wait

till you almost finished to offer me
some?

You country as hell.

What's going on, bro?

- Uh, your girlfriend has a pretty good
taste in music.

- Oh, that's not my
boyfriend.

- Yeah, I'm her bodyguard.

- Well, two shots on the house anyway.

- I appreciate it, OG, but I don't
really drink, so.

- Shit, I do.

- I just love a lady who's comfortable
in her own skin,

and I'll drink to that.

There it is.

- Mm. - Whoo.

That shit's strong.

- Whoo.

- How long you been owning the place?

- It's been in my family for 52 years.

I'm the fourth generation to run it.

- Oh, that's what's up.

- So, let me ask you a question, well,
shit, two.

What's that big building next door?

And what in the hell do y'all put on the
steak?

- Now, you know, I can't tell you what I
put on my meat.

That's a secret, and if I tell you, my
wife,

she'll kill both of us. - Oh.

- And to answer your other question,

it's better that I show you instead of
telling you.

Man, it's some deep, deep history up in
this place.

Enough of that small talk.

Y'all ready to have some real fun?

♪ I always do all these things for you ♪

♪ But you can't ever even seem to do ♪

♪ The simple things that make me feel ♪

♪ Like I'm wanted or needed ♪

♪ Can I get some reciprocity ♪

♪ What I do for you ♪

♪ Can you do it back to me ♪

♪ Can you make me feel like I'm your
everything ♪

♪ Can't you say what you mean ♪

♪ Can you mean what you say ♪

♪ Communication is key ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I don't wanna play with you ♪

♪ This is not a game for two ♪

♪ You can't have your cake ♪

- Well, I ain't had that much fun in
forever.

- You ain't lying.

You ain't lying.

- Hey, I remember when I was, like,
eight or nine,

my mama couldn't afford a cake and shit,

so she bought me, like, me and my
cousins Twinkies

with little, like, little candles in
'em.

We blew out our candles and sang "Happy
Birthday."

Then, after we ate our candles,

she took us to a roller rink kinda like
that one.

One of her boyfriends worked behind the
counter,

so, shit, we got in for free.

No, I remember this fucking skate cop.

I shit you not,

every time somebody was, like, going too
fast or fell,

this nigga come outta nowhere blowing
his whistle

loud as fuck all in they
face,

just embarrassing the hell outta 'em.

I told my mama I was gonna be the best
damn skater ever

'cause the skate cop was not
gonna come blowing that shit

in my face, making me look all stupid.

Why you always so quiet?

- I'm not quiet, love.

I just speak when I have something
important to say.

- That's your answer?

Gotta loosen up on me and smile

other than you being a smart-ass.

- I smile.

- Do you?

- Often, actually, I just need a reason.

- Whatever.

- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, this key ain't working.

- What you mean?

Let me see.

- Is this the right key, or did you-

- Sometimes you gotta pull that little
thing there.

- See, I told you it's not
working.

What are you...

- What the fuck?

Let's go ask the nice man.

- Yes.

Oh, no.

At least three times.

Oh, yeah.

May I help you?

- Yeah, you can.

Our key, it isn't working.

Why?

- I'll call you back.

You don't know? - Motherfucker, if we
knew,

you think we'd be asking you? - Girl.

Slow down, slow down, slow down.

Take a deep breath real quick.

I'm sorry about that.

Her hostility, yeah, you know, she's,
she's working on it,

but she, she don't really like
surprises,

and to be honest, neither do I.

So, let's just start over.

You wanna start over?

Our key isn't working.

Why?

- All I know is she said you needed to
switch rooms and-

- Give us a key that works.

- Okay, okay.

- Hurry the fuck up.

- She moved you downstairs.

- Shit.

Fuck.

Cam, it's gone.

- What?

- Cam, the fucking bag is gone.

- I swear to God, I didn't touch
anything, I swear.

I, I just did what she told me.

All she said was something was wrong
with your room,

and you needed a new one.

- Got it.

And who is she exactly?

- It was that maid.

It was that wretched, nosy-ass maid.

- She right?

- Yes, that's the one who did, but she's
not here right now.

Her shift ended a couple of hours ago.

I- - Mm-hmm.

- Hey, I promise I don't know.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

hey, hey. - I promise.

I don't know.

- Chill out with all that.

Be quiet.

I don't wanna hurt you.

I'm a peaceful guy,

but my belongings are missing, and I
want them back.

- Okay, okay.

- So, you help me, and I'm gonna help
you.

- Yeah.

- So, think back real quick.

Is there anything you can think of

to help us find this maid?

- Well, uh, I remember some of the
staff.

They, they talk about this club that
they meet

up at sometimes after work.

I think a few of them work there,

but I, I can't remember the name.

- Hi-Ho, that's where that bitch at.

- Yes, that's, that's the name.

- Mm, okay.

- Okay. - Okay,

so here's what's gonna happen.

We're gonna go back to the room.

We're gonna get the rest of our
belongings,

and we're gonna go.

But you never saw us.

- No.

- And we never had this conversation.

Am I clear?

You a man of your word?

'Cause I'm a man of my word.

And if you violate this little
agreement,

this little pact you and I just made,

I give you my word that I'm gonna come
back to see you.

You understand?

I need you to say you understand.

- Yes, yes, I understand.

It's no problem.

- Okay.

Come on.

- All right, so what the fuck is the
plan?

- You gotta calm the fuck down first.

- Well, I'm pissed the fuck off.

This bitch done took our motherfucking
money,

and you want me to be cool?

- Yes.

Because if you walk up there looking

like you chased the here

because she fucking your baby daddy,

you ain't gonna make it past security.

- All right, so what's the plan?

- All you gotta do is go in there and
look around,

make sure the bitch is even in there.

If you see her, make sure she see you.

That's it.

I'm gonna handle the rest.

- Shit don't sound like much of a plan
if you ask me.

- Mm-hmm.

What's your plan?

- All right.

All right, fuck it.

- You in.

Damn, you fine and thick as a pot of
cold bricks.

You must be here to audition
for one of those dancers, huh?

- Aw, that's cute, but, no, I'm not here
to audition.

Uh, are you?

- Girl, get the hell on out my face and
get in there

before you get me in trouble.

Don't get me and this ragged
security search your home.

What's up man?

♪ Body free but trapped in my nightmare
♪

♪ Somebody wake me up ♪

♪ Somebody wake me up ♪

♪ Wake me up ♪

♪ Body's free but trapped in my night ♪

♪ Stop that ♪

- I'm finna go to the bathroom.

Y'all keep turning up, watch this money.

♪ Stop that ♪

- Okay, so look over there, but don't it
obvious.

There's a girl that's coming up,

so I'm gonna give you this money,

and if she tails hard, distract her

and get her the fuck outta my way.

- All right. - All right, take this
shit.

- All right, babe.

- Hey, beautiful.

- What?

- Tonight's your lucky night.

- What the fuck is you talking about?

- Somebody bought you a dance.

- I said bitch move. - I said

somebody bought you dance.

Whatever.

- You need some help?

- No, I'm okay.

- You sure?

Look like you're running from somebody.

- I just really need to get to my car.

- Is that all?

- Can I just go, please?

- Bitch.

- Bitch, you don't even know, but you
fucked up.

- Bitch, where the fuck is my money?

- What?

- Oh, no, bitch.

Where the fuck is my money?

I'm not playing with your ass.

- Look, relax, relax, relax.

Look at me.

This could be as easy or as
difficult as you want it to be

'cause I can only hold her for-

- No, well, fuck all that shit.

- I... Where the fuck is my money?

- It, it's in the trunk.

- See?

They got a little Benz, huh?

Raggedy-ass key don't even work.

Yeah, it's all here. - Shit.

- What?

- Remember the niggas

that was chasing me at the bus station?

They just came in the parking lot.

- Go get in the car.

- She ain't in there.

She ain't outside neither.

I, I checked the app.

The trackers died.

No, it's dead.

- That bitch cannot be that
fucking smart.

You sure she's not at the bar?

- What you want me to do?

- I know, when y'all see assess
and titties,

you can't see or think straight.

- It ain't even like that, Scar.

We ran through the whole motherfucker.

Bob ran through the bathroom,

through the kitchen, everything.

- Okay, this shit is really
pissing me off.

- So, what's up?

- Just come back to the spot

while I figure this shit out.

- Hmm.

- Hell, nigga, you look mad.

What'd he say?

- We just gonna slide back to the spot.

- Man, fuck all that, man.

Let's go back in here

and get on these big-booty bitches,
though.

- And that's your motherfucking problem.

He think we always on dumb shit

'cause you always on dumb shit.

- Get the fuck out. - Get your ass in
the car.

Let's go. - Look, man.

Fuck all that, bro.

I'm finna get in here and
get on these big-booty bitches.

Ain't nothing wrong with no big-booty
bitch, bro.

- All right, cool.

But when I start this motherfucker,

if your ass ain't in that seat,

use your two motherfucking legs, nigga.

- Damn.

Scar's goons had the drop on us.

Come to find out, there was a tracker

in the bag the whole damn time.

Scar tracked all his runners
so he could follow the money,

so we ditched the bag at the highway.

- Fuck.

She must have tossed this bitch out the
window.

- Damn, bro.

- We need to find this bitch ASAP.

I just got the message from boss man,

and the bounty went up.

- Oh, yeah?

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.

- The money is up for grabs.

All he want is his zip drive.

We find this bitch before the homie do

because we need that motherfucking
money.

You feel me?

- Split it three ways?

- Nah, nigga, two.

- Oh, I like that.

- Mm-hmm. - I like that.

- We find this bitch before Scar put out
that APB,

that bitch is a fucking meal
ticket, and it's time to eat.

Let's go.

- Ho, ho, ho.

- What's good, boss?

Just getting in a little workout in

while I'm waiting for you.

- I see.

So, what's the status on that missing
order?

- Shit, nothing yet.

They lost her, think the bitch tossed
the bag, uh,

with the tracker in it on I-75.

They found it empty.

- Is that right?

Well, dig this.

I don't like the feeling

of somebody taking something from me.

I mean, every boss has his losses, but
to be robbed

of something really fucks

with a nigga.

Hold the bag, nigga.

You wanna know why it's so important

for me not to let somebody take
something from me?

Huh?

You see, when I was a shorty, I was
timid.

I mean, I was a quiet kid.

However, I hustled.

I sold candy, and I was good, too.

I had all the kids at school trying to
sell for me.

And you know, by me not having any
friends,

just the fact that they were even
talking

to me made me feel good.

So, I decided to let somebody from the
park sell for me.

BoBo.

His name was BoBo.

Gave that nigga half of my candy

hoping that that would make him
friendly.

That nigga BoBo took off.

He sold everything.

And when I went to ask the man for my
money,

you know what he told me?

He said, "Nigga, that's my shit."

He said, "I took that."

He said it in front of everybody,

and everybody laughed at me,

laughed my ass right out the park.

And I ran, and I ran,

and I cried like a little bitch.

As I ran across the tracks,

my foot got caught in the rail.

I laid there for hours.

Finally, somebody came, but by that
time,

I had lost too much blood, and
they had to amputate my foot.

And the only thing

that I could think about was

that I never shoulda let somebody take

a motherfucking thing from me.

But you know, karma's a bitch, though.

That nigga BoBo grew up to be a
crackhead.

Somebody slipped something in that nigga
drink.

He been fucked up ever since.

Good job, BoBo.

Go find my shit, nigga.

- What you keep picking at your beard
for?

- My shit, beard tickle.

What?

That.

- All right, sit there in pain.

You want me to look at it?

- Just look at it.

- Come on.

All right, look.

Pull over at this gas station up here.

Come on.

Lay back.

- Ah, damn, mm.

- All right.

- Rough as hell.

Ain't tender no more, though.

- You had an ingrown, and would've
fucked with you

until you got it out.

You good.

- Look at you trying to know something.

No shit. - Whatever.

(gentle music
continues)

Hey, what the fuck is that smell?

That shit stink.

- I think I hit a skunk or some shit
this morning.

Shit got my shit smelling like a
dumpster, for real.

- You need to run this motherfucker
through a car wash

or something 'cause it stink bad.

- Shut your ass up.

Always talking shit.

- Nephew.

- What's up, auntie?

- You remembered.

- Of course.

- Man, it's so good to see you.

- It's good to be seen.

- Mm.

- You look good.

- Oh, I know

Ain't nothing changed.

- This my friend Dysha.

- Oh.

Hello, Dysha.

- Hi.

- She good people.

- Yeah, she cute, too.

- Mm-hmm.

- So, uh, you sticking around for a
minute, right?

- Got no reason to rush out.

You know I'm trying to eat.

- Oh, I know that for sure.

Being here bring back a lot of memories,
huh?

- Hell, yeah.

It's crazy 'cause it's, like, the same
but different.

- Yeah, I dig that.

Well, listen, you, uh, go ahead get your
mind together.

Get settled in.

You know which room is yours.

- All right, thank you.

All right.

- Mm-hmm.

So, I hear you from Flint.

- Well, baby, water's a gift from God.

Now that I know you understand,

you get your butt in that
water.

(wistful music
continues)

(wistful music
continues)

- Hey, nephew.

- Oh, what's up, auntie?

- Sorry to disturb your moment.

- It's cool.

I'm just thinking.

- Mm.

Yeah, I bet being out here
gives you a lot to think about.

You miss her?

- Every day.

- Me, too.

You know, uh, for a long time I blamed
myself.

I did.

That was my sister.

It was my job to protect her.

There was nothing that was supposed to
happen to her

unless it happened to me first.

I fucked up.

I made a mistake.

- What you mean, what mistake?

- I made the mistake of trusting a
no-good,

low-down, disloyal nigga.

I gotta live with that shit.

I knew Rail was crazy.

I did.

But that was only street shit.

You know how the game go.

- Right, right, right.

- It be like that sometimes.

But when it was just us, he was
different.

That was my guy.

I trusted that man with my life.

So, of course, I thought I could trust
him with hers.

I encouraged it.

I approved it.

Not even a year later,

that snake motherfucker took her from
us.

Found out he was stealing from me and
beating on her.

- And she never tell you nothing about
it?

- Not one word. (dramatic music
continues)

But to be honest, nephew, she
shouldn't've had to.

I should've known.

I had one motherfucking job, and I
dropped that ball,

and I'm sorry for that.

I am, and I'm sorry I let her friend
come

and take you and your sister away.

I know y'all wanted to come back home.

Back then, I was, I was young, dumb.

And I was straight bullshit.

I wouldn't've been any good to you.

But I need to know, did they do right by
you?

- And they taught me how to think, you
know,

and just pay attention to my
surroundings.

Shit, Candy about to graduate high
school.

Damn college, she growing up so
fast.

I mean, we good, though.

I'm good.

- I'm happy to hear that.

Your mama wanted that for you.

Listen I, uh, I know I don't deserve it,

but I hope you can forgive me.

- It's already done.

- Mm. - It's already done.

- My guy.

- Well, blood is blood.

- I dig that.

- Oh, speaking of that.

I got that thing for you. - Mm.

Uh, under the bed in the room that
you're sleeping in.

- Mm-hmm.

- There's two black backpacks.

Everything is in there.

That's yours.

- Some things just don't change.

- Come on, now.

Come on.

What's my name?

What's my name?

I know this, though.

That's a good woman you got there.

- You think so?

- Oh, I know so.

Listen.

There's two things Pretty gonna always
be sure about.

That's money and women.

- Mm-hmm.

- And anytime you can get a woman

that can make you some money and she
look good

while she doing it, oh, yeah,

you done hit the jackpot, nephew.

That's for sure.

- I can dig that.

- That's something you don't ever wanna
fuck up.

- I can definitely dig it. (Pretty
laughs)

All right, shit, we right on time, you
know.

- All right, come on.

Get some of this good liquor and good
food.

You know we keeps that round here.

- Yeah, I hope y'all ready to get y'all
ass whooped.

- My poor nephew.

You have really been gone for a long
time, huh?

You forgot how this go?

Yeah, it's on you.

- We'll stay right here.

- Okay, what, what, what you doing?

Oh, you know what?

You just sit there and watch.

It's gonna happen real fast, okay?

- All right, bid.

- Ah, 21, baby.

- Man.

- Come on.

- All right. - Really?

- Man. - You thought

things had changed 'cause you left?

Nah, I'm still me.

What's my name?

- Ugly.

- Yeah, you know better.

You know better.

So, uh, is it cool to talk?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, she good money.

- Oh, okay.

Well, I made some phone calls, you know,

trying to see what's what,
get to the bottom of all of this.

Scar wants your head, and he wants it
bad.

Oh, no, no, I know you not getting sad.

Lift your head up.

You just be glad that you got this man
right here

to protect you.

You'll be just fine.

- Hope so.

- Hey.

We don't need hope.

- Mm, at your little badass.

I mean, just bad for no reason.

Gave my sister hell.

- Oh, don't do that.

- Then, I'd have to come in, act like
I'm mad, too,

drag him to the back for nothing,

just sitting there looking at him.

- She used to bring me in the room

and really have my mom think

that she was tearing my ass up.

- Mm, mm, mm.

- And she never knew.

- She never knew a thing.

Bless her soul.

Hey, you remember our code?

Same thing that'll make you laugh.

- Will make you cry.

- My God.

- 'Cause everything is both.

- Mm-hmm, 'cause everything is both.

Oh, you know what else they used to do?

So, my sister would always threaten him,

saying he gotta go to bed early,

and do you know he would argue back with
her?

And they would be sitting there going
back and forth

like a, a old married couple.

But he was spoiled.

He was spoiled.

It didn't matter.

Oh.

Good morning, nephew.

- Good morning, auntie.

- Oh.

Oh.

Look at you.

Hungry and tired, huh?

You should be.

You put in a lot of work last night.

Hmm.

Oh, yeah, I heard you.

It's all good, though.

I'm actually glad that you're up.

I need to, uh, rap with you about
something.

Cool?

- Yeah.

- All right.

Uh, come with me.

Something I need to show you.

- Mm, mm, mm.

- Oh, you know how I do, nephew.

We don't stop.

- These motherfuckers funky, look good
as hell.

- Nah, they pretty.

You know, uh, I got that printout

of the blueprint she gave me.

You hit a fucking gold mine, nephew.

- Huh? - And there's only one

of these bitches out, the only one.

I can flood the whole West Coast in no
time.

- Huh.

- Listen.

My granddaddy taught me, when you need
somebody

to listen to you, you gotta touch 'em.

You gotta put your hands on 'em.

This drug shit, it's dead.

That's the new age.

That's your future.

You understand me?

This shit right here, completely
untraceable.

We put this shit together and in no time
have

the whole West Coast flooded.

- And Scar'll never know it was us.

- Never.

You did real good, nephew, real good.

- I try.

- Okay.

Say less.

Hey, big man.

The bag in.

- What, coke?

- Nah.

- Okay.

- What's up, auntie?

- Hey, hey.

- Hey. - Y'all looking good.

- Thanks to you.

- Mm-hmm.

- Thanks for letting me
hold this pretty motherfucker.

- I know, right?

You better take care of my baby.

- Ah, you know that.

- As you can see, not much has changed.

Night time come, all the toys come out.

- Yeah. - On the first of every month,

everybody comes out to show the hood
what they got.

- You know all the dope dealers

'cause they got all the ice on 'em.

And the females come show they ass.

The scammers, they got all the whips
out.

- Uh-huh.

Well, welcome to the trap, my baby.

- Yeah, them boys be out there getting
busy.

- That they do.

Speaking of which, it's about that time.

- You are crazy.

- Indeed, indeed.

All right.

- You ready to get up outta here?

- Absolutely.

(dramatic music
continues)

- It was nice meeting Cam's family.

Aunt Pretty was a trip.

But she was cool, though.

Before we left, she made her girls lace
me,

gave me a total makeover for the road.

Before I left, she said a girl that
could get money

and be pretty was irreplaceable.

(engine
humming)

Are you good?

Cam, what's wrong?

- I'm good.

Really.

- Well, you know I'm here if you need
me, okay?

Yeah.

Here.

We're in Atlanta?

Cam, why are we in Atlanta?

Cam, what?

- You shoulda never got in my car.

- No, please, please, Cam.

- I'm sorry. - No.

Stop. - I'm really sorry.

- Stop, I trusted you.

Stop.

Let me go.

Stop.

No, Cam.

I fucking trusted you.

Cam.

Cam, Cam.

Hey, what the fuck is that smell?

That shit stink.

- I think I hit a skunk or some shit
this morning.

Shit got my shit smelling like
a dumpster, for real, though.

- It's beautiful.

Bitch-ass nigga.

My dawg.

You a regular old greyhound, ain't you?

- You know well.

You already know. - Tracked that bag
down.

- But look, about that money for the
job-

- Oh, the money is yours.

But about that other thing. (hand
thudding)

- Indeed.

- Let go of me.

Let me go.

- Hey Bob, Bob.

That's enough.

Damn, Cam, she is fine.

It's truly sad and unfortunate

that we have to meet under these
circumstances.

But as you know,

your little boyfriend, he took something
from me.

Although Cam managed to get me my money
back,

I'm still missing something. (Dysha
whimpering)

Look at me.

Look at me.

I want you to think before you say
anything to me.

Breathe.

Relax.

And simply

tell me where the fuck-

- I don't have it. - my zip drive is.

- I don't have it.

Pretty has-

- Bitch.

- Oh, shit.

- Shut the fuck up.

You think I give a fuck about
your motherfucking tears?

I don't think this bitch gonna talk.

- There are plenty of other ways to get
her to talk.

- You right.

Pull the car around back. (keys
jangling)

- There we go. - Fuck this bitch.

Come on. - There we go.

- Shut, shut up.

- Cam.

- Shut up. - Let's go.

- Shut the fuck up.

Bitch, stop fucking trying to bite.

- Let me go.

Cam.

- Shut the fuck up.

Bitch, stop trying to fucking bite me,
bitch.

Get in the trunk.

- Cam.

- Ain't got time to be playing with no
bitch, Scar.

I've been with that bitch for three
days.

That bitch ain't said

a fucking... Shut up.

Give me the gun, yo.

Hand me the gun, Cam.

Now, I want you to explain to me how the
fuck

I'm supposed to find my zip drive now.

- I'm, I'm gonna find it. - Huh?

- I'm gonna find it.

- You gonna find it? - I'm gonna find
it.

- Go find it now.

Go find it.

- You, don't... I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- Stop, Cam, don't hurt me.

- I'm sorry.

- Stop.

Cam.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Cam.

- I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- I don't have it.

Pretty has-

- Bitch.

Shut the fuck up.

Everything is both.

I don't think this bitch gonna talk.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ I know you think of my apology ♪

♪ Murder on my mind, murder on my mind,
yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Just give me one more chance ♪

♪ Won't fumble with your heart ♪

♪ I know where I went wrong, so I know
where to start ♪

♪ And we go round and round ♪

♪ And I know I caused you pain ♪

♪ But through all the ups and downs ♪

♪ Come sunshine and then the rain ♪

♪ Got me scrambled in my head ♪

♪ Like a pawn who play the edge ♪

♪ And my feelings, they be rough ♪

♪ Girl, I ain't too proud to
beg for your love right away ♪

♪ And, baby, I need your love both night
and day ♪

♪ I need your love ♪

♪ Baby, I need ♪