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♪♪

Lord, this brother, here, he's in a lot of trouble.

So all I'm asking is, is there a way for me to go,

if that's what's supposed to happen?

And this brother gets saved, somehow.

I guess it's up to you,

so...whatever's gonna happen, is gonna happen.

[phone ringing]

[Reggie] My father's a sports executive.

He met my moms when he was just a lawyer

for the local NBA team.

She was a cheerleader for the team.

They were together long enough

for me and my sister to be born.

He left my mom when she was pregnant

with my little brother, Vince.

He couldn't keep it in his pants, so Moms kicked him out.

Moms was proud like that.

She wouldn't even accept child support,

which means we didn't have no money.

Moms was just like that.

Any episodes since the last visit?

No, I've been good.

Okay, good.

[Reggie] When I was 12, I got mixed up with these street cats.

And here I am, with no pops, nobody to look out for me

on these streets, but they helped me,

so I did some work for 'em.

I did it so I could walk up and down these streets

without being shot.

[ rap music ♪]

[gunshots]

J-Bone. He was the man. He ran the blocks like a soldier.

I mean, he could do whatever he wanted to do.

[gunshots]

As far as I know, no one ever crossed him

and lived to tell about it.

To me, he was like a big brother.

One day, I took a bullet.

I lived, but Moms didn't have money to pay the medical bills,

so she gave up, sent me to live with my pops.

A little while later,

Bone got locked up for some dirt.

I haven't seen him since.

I never forgot where I come from, though.

[metallic clanking]

[rap music ♪]

[breathes deeply]

♪♪

Nigga, what's up?

Welcome back.

[laughs]

You still doing that thing?

Oh yeah.

Everything straight?

No doubt. I handled that.

You ain't got to worry about nothing.

My nigga.

What's up.

[engine revs]

♪♪

[muffled cheering]

Reggie! My homeboy!

- What's up? - How are you doing?

[overlapping dialogue]

All right, take it easy, buddy.

[cheers, applause]

Hey. Hey, Reggie. Enough with the free food, already, man.

- You're gonna get me fired. - Come on, Phil.

I'm starving.

At least let me get a soda or something.

[laughs] All right. Only cause it's you.

Catch the first half?

Nah, I missed it. I had a doctor's appointment.

[whistle]

[cheers, applause]

[inaudible dialogue]

...I think we should put it back the way it is.

No, I don't--

Look, he's gonna play for us. He's a--

Yeah. Yeah. No, absolutely.

No, if we do it that way,

then we're gonna be fine for the playoffs.

We're gonna make it, okay?

[cheering]

[muffled cheers]

- Yo, partner. - What's up?

- You good or you got a problem? - I ain't got no problem, man.

Yeah, I see scheming, trying to step to my nigga, J.

Bone?

I thought that was you.

What up, my nigga? It's me, Coop!

Choir boy?

- Yeah, man! - Choir boy!

What's up?

[overlapping dialogue]

Damn, man!

Shit, you got all grown and shit. Look at you, man.

It's good to see you, baby. You lookin' all swole.

Damn, man. You ready for a war or something?

You got problems, man?

Hey, man. You never know, man.

Shit blowing up in America, brother gotta be prepared.

Know what I mean?

Look, I don't wanna know how you got it in here,

I don't even care, man.

Lookin' good, baby.

Damn, what's up, man? You all right?

You just be careful.

There are a lot of undercovers in here

and they be on that bullsh...

Be careful, my man.

Oh, good lookin' out.

- Cool. Always, baby. - Like always.

Always.

Yo, man. We havin' this little jam next week.

Why don't you roll through?

Yeah, I'm with it. I ain't doin' nothin'. That sounds good.

But yo, I gotta get out of here right now, man.

My pops will be buggin', man.

You know how, you know how that go.

- Yeah, your pops. - Yeah, yeah.

[laughs]

- You know how he do. - Yeah.

Yeah, for sure. Yeah, I'll see y'all later, man.

Tell your piece to be easy.

Thug love!

Always, baby.

You'll never guess who I saw today.

I saw who you ran into.

And I don't want you around him.

It's just a matter of time before he's back up

to some kind of dirt.

All right, so he's made some mistakes.

We both know he's not the only one around here

who's made mistakes.

Look. I don't deny the fact that I'm partly responsible

for Joseph's incarceration.

I make no apologies for that.

But he is a thief and a criminal.

Doesn't matter what crime he went down for.

He was going down and I wasn't gonna let you

go down with him.

[piano music on stereo]

[dramatic music]

[sighs]

Somebody there?

Who the hell is it?

Cataracts getting worse, huh, Pop?

Joseph?

Yeah...

It's me, Pop.

Come to visit your old man. Good.

Pour yourself a drink.

[gunshot]

[screaming]

[gunshot]

Oh, damn, boy! What the hell is wrong with you?

Oh, Lord. Jesus Christ.

[moaning in pain]

Oh boy. What's wrong with ya?

[indistinct yelling and mumbling]

I'ma bleed to death!

[indistinct yelling and mumbling]

Oh boy.

I see you walking around here like some kinda hood.

Like you're a gangster, or a thug,

or whatever it is you think you are.

I know where you used to live.

And you don't live there anymore.

You need to start acting like who you are.

And who is that?

A young man with something to lose.

Your days of chilling and hanging out are over.

You are coming to work at the dome.

You will start in marketing and rotate around

to every department 'til we find something that fits.

And you can forget about that nepotism crap, too.

You will work.

You will come to the office early and you will leave late.

And that is the end of it.

Oh, shit.

Boy, what you doin'?

[groaning in pain]

Oh shit.

I never hurt you bad, boy.

I only tried to toughen you up.

Boy, what you doin'?

[trunk slams]

[screaming, pounding]

How'd your doctor's appointment go?

It was all right.

Same old thing, you know.

I still blame that boy for getting you shot.

Damn, dad.

Look, he didn't get me shot. I did.

Can we just get off of this right now?

It's starting to give me a headache.

Okay. All right.

You hungry?

Mmm.

Where you wanna go?

I don't know. Whatever's open.

Yeah, I gotta stop and get some cash right quick.

[rap music ♪]

Let's roll so we can catch this nigga, man.

You handled it?

Everything is cool, baby.

[engine revving]

You know, I was gonna wait 'til Vincent's graduation

to tell you, but I think now is the time.

I have something for you.

Something like what?

This is for you.

What is it?

If, after a year,

you show me you've done some good work,

and you show me you can be responsible,

you can have that.

You can do whatever you want.

But you have to make me a promise.

What?

That you'll stay away from him.

Ah, come on, Dad.

Promise me.

All right.

I promise.

Give me a minute.

[cell phone ringing]

Ah, shit.

[gunshot]

Somebody help me!

Hold on. Don't die on me.

Somebody fucking help me!

Somebody help me.

The death of Brother Ben is tragic.

A devastating loss, and not just for the family,

but for our community,

who proudly counted him

as a conscientious citizen, but...

but more than that.

Much more than that.

As a friend.

And we have to keep our friends in our thoughts

and prayers,

and our hearts and minds. And how do we do that?

How do we do that?

By resisting the temptations of anger and vengeance.

By redoubling our efforts

to eradicate this disease of evil whose symptoms

are drugs and violence.

By reconnecting with God.

And rebuilding our injured community.

We must become more vigilant in our commitment

to our community.

I would ask you all to bow your heads,

take a moment of silent prayer and contemplation.

[Reggie] When I look back on it now,

this is when it all start to fall apart.

I listen to all this talk about the community.

About staying together.

But the only thing I could think about was...

was revenge.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello? Who dis?

Reggie?

Hey, Ma. What's up?

I just called to remind you

that it's your brother's graduation this Saturday,

and he expects you to be there.

[mouths] Damn.

You didn't forget, did you?

No, Ma. I didn't forget.

Reggie.

You're not the only one that's hurting.

I know. I know.

What time?

Uh, four. Um...

we're having some people over afterwards

for a little food.

I'll be there.

[cell phone beeps]

Hol--hold on one second, Ma.

[cell phone beeps]

Yo.

Yo, man. It's Bone.

Yo, Bone. Hold on one second.

I got my mom on the other line.

- Mom? - My mom on the other line.

- Hold on. - Mmm.

[phone beeps]

- Ma. - Reggie?

Yeah, so I'll see you guys, Saturday.

- Oh, Re-- - Love you, Mom.

[phone beeps]

Yo, what's up?

Yo, peep this. I got a little business for us.

Yeah?

We gonna find that nigga that killed your father.

When, right now?

That's right, man.

Yeah, all right.

Nigga, I'm on my way.

Yeah, man. Shit, man.

I ain't do this shit in a long time, man.

[Reggie] My father's words about J-Bone

weren't but a few days old.

Yo, look right up here.

[Reggie] Just like when I was a kid, there he was.

Looking out for me like nobody else in my life.

Nah, nah. That ain't him. That ain't him.

Yo, man. What this nigga look like anyway?

Kinda stocky build.

Got a low haircut.

[Reggie] And somehow, looking to get the guy who shot my father,

even doing it with J,

it didn't seem as bad as doing nothing at all.

[music, quiet conversations]

Yo, look up here.

Look right up here.

[laughing] Oh my God, man. Y'all see this?

We looking at a bunch of clowns, man.

That's a birthday party.

Yeah, there he is! Blue shirt!

Nah, that's the local preacher.

He look like a local gay scientist to me.

[laughs]

Son of a bitch.

[laughing]

Gentlemen. Ah...lady.

Can I help you all?

Nah, Pops. We was just, uh, in the neighborhood.

We're looking for a party or something.

Well, you found a party. This is, um...

my daughter's 21st birthday.

Nah, this ain't what we looking for.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, I think I know what you mean.

But uh, if you all can promise to behave yourself,

uh...you're welcome.

That's cool, Revvy Rev,

but we gonna have to pass on this one.

We gonna keep it moving.

Well then, y'all have a peaceful night.

Whatchu lookin' at man?

What, you might know me or something?

No, nothing.

No, I just thought...

Come on, let's go.

Save that noise, Preach.

[engine revving]

God bless ya.

Yo, we gonna find that bitch ass nigga that shot Benson,

we gonna be out.

I've been ready since yesterday.

Jamal, where you say them busters kick it at?

North Park, near Lembrook, dog.

That's where them fools be at.

[laughs]

A'ight, business man.

Still, what was more important

than talking to your little sister?

It's not even like that, Tosh.

Just had to do a few things, take care of some business.

You should be minding your business.

[television] Various family members were hit by gunfire

at 12:30 last night,

in what police suspect was a drug related shooting.

Mrs. Flo Jenson and her four children were all wounded

- in this house behind me. - Shit.

Eight year old Clara Jenson was seriously wounded

while she slept in her bed.

Mrs. Jenson's 18 year old son, Philip Jenson,

did not fare so well.

He died at the scene.

I'm talking with Lieutenant Phil Hudson.

Lieutenant Hudson, any new information?

Nothing conclusive.

We're in the process of going house to house,

trying to tie down leads.

Can you give us some explanation

as to the motivation for this senseless attack?

Well, we believe the intended target

was Philip Jenson,

a local dealer with ties to smuggling and gun running.

Other family members were just victims of circumstance.

And what are the chances that the perpetrators

will be brought to justice?

We believe that the combined efforts

of law enforcement in the community

is what's needed to prevent a repeat of this tragedy.

Thank you.

[sighs]

Same old shit...

Yeah.

Same old story.

[rap music ♪]

Hey girl!

[indistinct conversations]

- What's the number? - Seven.

All right, throw those huns on...

Come on, dog.

Come on, dog!

[all] Ohh!

Shit!

- Lucky, man. - Yeah.

You wanna stop, huh?

- It don't matter-- - Yeah yeah yeah yeah.

Take that, nigga. I be in a minute.

- Uh huh. - Lucky nigga.

Yo, don't let this nigga break y'all, man.

Oh, you guys gonna let this sorry ass fool...

- ...take y'alls money. - Loot, we just lucky tonight.

[laughs]

See this fool?

These niggas ain't got no choice.

Come on.

What up my nigga?

What's up, baby?

Not shit.

So you got what you want?

Took care of that thing last night?

Yeah, man. You ain't gotta thank me for that.

See, that's what family do for each other.

Plus, I owe you one.

Yeah...

I'm saying though...

you could have told me though, man.

I don't know.

I didn't want to hear it, like, on the nightly news, nigga.

[laughs]

Everybody roll out for a minute.

Yo, don't act like you didn't hear him. Roll out.

Hey. I want my money.

You feelin' okay?

I'm good, nigga.

[laughing] Yeah, you looking good, too!

Don't-- Shut up!

Don't you ever question me in front of people.

You got it?

I got you, man.

Now, I was trying to keep your young ass out of this,

but since you want to know everything...

after we dropped you off,

we ran into that cat that killed your pops.

Don't sweat that.

We handled it for you.

Bone, we talking 'bout little kids, man.

[laughs]

There ain't no kids in the ghetto.

So why you bitchin' up?

Nigga, you should be on your knees,

thanking me that I put that shit right for you.

My nigga, I...

I just think with, you know, means...it's a little girl, man.

If that nigga get in the way of me handling my business,

that nigga gotta get got.

I'm G'd up for real, nigga.

Now, if you can't roll with it, you let me know right now

and we can just cut out all this bullshit.

What's up?

Pop!

Cool. Love is love, then.

Aye, y'all niggas come over here

so I can break y'all back off.

Hold on, nigga, I still got a little something left. Hold on.

Yo, speaking of shootouts,

Coop, why don't you tell that story about

how you and Bone got jacked. I love that shit.

Ah, yeah. That's a good one.

- I like that ill thug shit. - Yeah, you wanna hear that?

Y'all wanna hear that old story, huh?

Yeah, tell that mother fuckin' story 100 times this year.

You wanna hear that old ass story, yeah.

[whistles]

[rhythmic drumming]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[horn honking]

That's a good story, but not exactly as I remember it.

Whatchu talking' bout?

What, now you don't remember the story?

Anyway. Anyway, listen.

I just want to say pardon me for earlier, man.

I don't really know what hit me, man. I'm just--

Shh.

Cool, baby.

You got lucky too, man.

I was about to take my present back.

- Present? - Mhmm.

What you got for me?

[laughs]

[Reggie] I remember what my father said about him.

I knew who he was,

what he was capable of.

But being with a brother like J...

Thanks, Pete.

[Reggie] Knowing you was with him,

with his crew,

it just felt better being on his side.

When I went in, I wasn't scared.

Not even the first night.

Looked at those cats on the bus.

You know, some cats looked scared,

most of them try to look hard.

You know, throwing up gang signs and shit,

talking all loud.

It was like they thought, the louder they talked,

the less somebody would mess with them.

I can't even imagine what that's like.

That first night...

everybody was hoping that they wouldn't be the ones

who got got.

I mean, cats were being beaten, raped, you name it.

But nobody fucked with me.

No, it, it was like they were trying to make me

feel comfortable so they could sneak me.

Then about a week went by,

and five cats came into my cell

and beat on me for about a hour.

And then they just walked away like nothing happened.

I know you got them niggas back, though.

[laughs] Nah.

Nah, see. It wasn't personal.

They just wanted to let me know,

that no matter how big I was, no matter how hard I was,

they could get to me.

I respected them niggas for that.

They helped me.

Like my pops.

Whatchu talking' about?

Thank you, Pops.

[J-Bone's father's voice] Come visit your old man. Good.

They reminded me that no matter what they did to me,

it would never compare to what my pops did to me

every day of my life.

See, my pops, he prepared me for what was coming.

He taught me how to survive without him.

In his own special way.

You should have thanked him.

I did.

Yo, nigga.

You got me all off track, nigga.

I got you something.

What's that?

What is that?

Ooh!

You in the pimp game now!

Now with this, boy.

This a nine?

Mhmm.

Hmm.

Thank you, Bone.

[laughs]

Shit.

Thank you.

Time to put in work.

[laughs]

I'm ready.

[indistinct conversations]

[rap music ♪]

Hey, Ma!

What's--Ma?

Hey, Ma!

Ma, I'm sorry I'm late.

An hour late,

gonna act all crazy.

What?

What's wrong with her?

What's wrong with her? Look at you.

What?

Look at me. I look good, right?

Chill, Tosha.

- What's up? What's up? - What's up, my nigga?

- Give me that love, nigga. - Owe you, man.

They got you in a tie and all that.

[drunkenly mumbling] They tied you to my little nigga.

Come on. Let's go. I got some stuff to show you.

- What they got you man? - I'll show you.

What they got you?

Oh, my God.

You lookin' good, shorty.

Joseph... you're really trying hard

to have my brother killed, aren't you?

Hey, baby. Your brother knows what's up.

Leave us alone. Just leave us alone!

Uh uh uh. Can't do that.

See, Reggie is my boy.

And he ain't got nobody to look out for him

in this streets.

So I gotta teach him the street game.

No, thank you. You're not welcome here.

You don't belong here.

You need to wait for Reggie in the car.

My condolences.

Man, look at this. I'm paid.

One, two, three, one hundred.

One, two, three, two hundred.

What do you have there?

- Nothing, Mom. - Give it to me.

- Give you what? I don't g-- - Give it to me.

Momma...

Why'd she do that?

Damn.

How dare you show up here

looking and acting like a fool, driving up on the grass,

playing that loud music,

and bringing a murderer into my house?

Don't you have any respect for your family?

[mumbling] Ah, man...

I ain't a man and apparently you aren't either.

I could smell you before you hit the door.

Don't you ever... don't you ever

bring your father's money up in this house again.

I done told you about that.

But I'm just tryin' to help out around here.

Money's money, Ma.

You know how I feel about his money.

You know, you're just like him.

You think that money can buy forgiveness, well, it can't!

What gives you the right

to say anything bad about Dad?

I'm your mother.

You can't even put food on the table!

At least he paid the bills!

He put food on the table,

he took care of me, he loved us!

You don't got the right to say shit about him!

What about me?

What about the love he didn't give me?

You get outta here, and don't you come back

until you're a man.

Get out!

Get out! Get out!

Yo, Bone, come on, man!

Well, I guess it's time to go.

It's been real.

[Mrs. Cooper crying]

[rap music ♪]

Man, what was you trippin' for inside?

What's up?

I'm just tired of all this fake shit, you know.

Tired of these fuckin' people coming around,

feel my pain.

They understand what I'm going through.

What the fuck they understand?

That's right, man.

Know what we been through and shit.

This is exactly what I'm saying.

What the fuck do they know what I've been through?

They think cause they went to my father's funeral, they know me?

Mother fuckers don't know me.

I know what you mean, man. It's like...

they tried to pull that bullshit with me

when I was in the joint.

You know, rehabilitation, right?

See, I know kill or be killed.

I know that shit, you know what I'm saying?

They ain't no right or wrong.

They ain't no good or bad.

It's whatever gets me from day to day.

They want me to be the victim,

I ain't gonna be no goddamn victim.

Fuck it.

No, I'm gonna get them before they get me.

Word.

It's exactly what I'm talking' about.

Get them before they get us.

Yeah.

[cell phone ringing]

Who the hell is this calling?

Who dis?

Yo, what's up, baby?

Yeah, man. Yeah. We on our way.

[laughs]

Yo, man. Got a little business for us.

What's that?

Okay, just chill man. Just chill. Be cool.

You're gonna make the right over there on Greenwood.

I love being a nigga, man.

Ain't no rehabilitation here, man. I love that shit.

Crazy mother fucker.

Nothing yet, but we followed him. He'll be here.

Good. Y'all go on and do that thing.

We gonna handle this.

Hm. So y'all gonna handle it?

Yo, man. My nigga Reggie's down. He got it.

Say word.

[laughs]

Big boy.

[engine revving]

Now you do it exactly as I say.

Let me kill some of that first.

Okay. This is it, baby.

[sighs]

This is it.

Let's get it.

Give me all the money.

Give me the money right now.

You gonna kill for 40 bucks?

Maybe I would.

That's all I've got.

You're not gonna take someone's life

for 40 dollars, would ya?

Nah.

You think I'm playing with you?

Get your ass back over here.

Look, if taking a human life is worth 40 bucks to you,

then that means that's what you think your life is worth.

Commit murder?

Then there's no turning back, son.

Your own life will never be the same.

Or maybe you know that already.

Don't hear this shit.

Wait a minute.

- I know you. - Nah, you don't know me.

Reggie, you can't blame yourself

for your father's death.

You're in pain, but killing someone

is just gonna make it worse. It's not gonna make it better,

and it's certainly not gonna bring him back.

You think you know me, Rev?

You think you know me?

Get on your fucking knees.

Get on your knees!

Lord...

That ain't gonna save you now.

I guess I'm supposed to be beggin' for my life here, but you know what?

If I go, that means, brother here, he's in a lot of trouble.

That shit ain't gonna save you now.

So all I'm asking is, is there a way

for me to go if that's what's supposed to happen?

Where's your god now, huh?

And this brother gets saved somehow.

I mean. It's in your hands. I don't know...

- ...what to do here. - Praying.

I, I've talked to this brother the best way I know how

and I guess, I guess it's up to you.

But like I say, I'm ready to go.

I've got nothing to worry about, so Lord,

it's in your hands. I don't know what to do here.

So whatever's gonna happen is gonna happen.

[gunshot]

Come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on man. We gotta get out of here.

Let's roll.

Shit. Get the gun.

[breathing heavily]

I killed him.

I think.

I killed him.

That's right, baby.

You handled your business. I'm proud of you.

Let's roll.

[television reporter] We're reporting live here from downtown,

where the city is in shock this morning at the news

of the second murder within a month

of a high profile member of the community,

shot dead at an ATM machine.

Reverend James Packer was murdered late last night.

Ironically, moments after he had just deposited

his parish's weekend collection.

Investigators are not--

[Reggie] They say you can't take back mistakes.

I guess if I knew then what I know now,

I crossed a line that night

that should have never been crossed.

And I felt I just, I had to do something.

[Reverend Packer's voice] Reggie.

You can't blame yourself for your father's death.

Killing someone is certainly not gonna bring him back.

[Benson Cooper's voice] Just a matter of time before he's back

into some kind of dirt.

Right now you have everything a man

could ever want.

All I want is for you to take advantage of it.

All I'm asking is,

this brother gets saved... somehow.

You need to start acting like who you are, Reggie.

Who you are... who you are...

who you are... who you are...

What the hell was I doing?

I honestly don't know.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- I didn't mean-- - ...up here, Mom.

I'm Alicia.

Cool. I'm...

Reggie.

Reggie Cooper.

Oh, I think I remember.

My father spoke at your father's funeral, right?

Yeah. He did.

Thanks for coming.

No...don't, don't thank me.

I just, um...

thought I'd come by...

pay my respects.

This has gotta be hard on you right now.

You're probably the only one here

who really knows how I feel.

It was nice to see you.

Yeah, you too.

Thanks again for coming.

If you ever want to talk,

you should give me a call.

I'll do that.

Bye.

[sighs]

Mama?

Yes.

What is this?

Oh...

those belonged to your daddy.

He started this scrapbook when you were a little girl.

And...

he has a record of his whole life in this journal.

His thoughts, his feelings, his prayers...

his dreams for you.

Can I read it?

Mhmm.

And you know what? I think it might be nice

for you to take it into his study and read it.

Have a nice private talk with him.

Okay?

Hey.

- Yo. What up, 'Mar? - Reggie Reg.

- What's up, baby? - What's going on, baby?

- You. You. - What's going on?

Nah, we cleanin' up in here, man.

- A'ight. - Talkin' doctors, lawyers,

Indian chiefs, you name it.

We got it. They all freaks of the industry.

- Hook me up. - Yo.

See you later, baby.

Yo, J!

Yo, Bone!

Damn, baby. Why you so late?

I thought you were coming to put in some work.

Yeah.

I was sidetracked. I gotta go to this funeral.

Funeral?

Hold up.

Now do me a favor. Tell Luke to recheck the count.

Register's off. I'll be back in a minute.

Now, tell me you didn't go to that preacher's funeral.

[scoffs]

Tell me you smarter than that.

Yo, this ain't no game, son.

This business is rollin' now.

I'm about to have this entire thing locked down.

Look, you ain't got to worry about me. I'm handling this.

I hope so.

'Cause I won't let anything or anyone stand in my way.

Including you. You got that?

So you go, you get your head straight, nigga.

When you ready to get down, you give me a call.

You got it?

- I got it. - You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Call me tonight.

I'ma hit you later.

[phone ringing]

Tosha?

Where you been? I've been trying to page you.

It's not working.

Yeah, I, I got a new number. That cell phone was dead.

Listen, where's Ma? I need to talk to her.

Oh, um. She went to the store with Vince.

She's a little worried about you. What's up?

Everything's fine, all right?

I don't want y'all worrying about me.

Tell Mom I'm all right.

Okay.

But I was glad you called.

Um...

Reggie, I wanna know if it's okay if I come over,

um, Daddy's house for the weekend.

I need some place to stay because...

I just need some space, you know?

You always up to something, man.

Go ahead. The keys is where I always put them.

You go.

Yo, but don't mess up the house, neither.

All right. Thanks.

And um, Joseph called looking for you.

Don't tell him you spoke to me, you hear me?

Um. Okay.

I'll act all innocent.

Yeah, if he calls back, don't tell him you spoke to me.

All right.

Well, at least you could give me your new number.

Hold on. Let me see if it's in this thing.

555-0187.

8-7 [laughs]

All right. I'll tell Mom you called.

All right.

[woman crying]

No!

Give me the money now.

Give me the money.

Be quiet. Get in the car.

Slit your throat.

I will mess you up.

Shut up.

Get in. Get in.

[woman crying]

[sirens]

Freeze!

Officers, I just--

Don't move. Don't move.

You, too. Don't move.

On your knees.

On your knees.

[chatter on police scanner]

You expect me to believe

that you came all the way out here to shop?

I don't care what you believe,

or how many times you ask me the question,

you gonna get the same answer.

I don't know him.

Y'all hear me back there?

[inaudible whispering]

We got your partner next door.

And he confessed to everything.

He said you planned this one.

- You're a goddamn liar. - Hmm.

I don't know that dude, and you know that.

Remember this?

This is the gun we took off your partner.

He says it belongs to you.

Am I gonna find out that that is your gun, Reggie?

No.

Don't answer that.

Maybe you wanna lawyer up now.

I don't need no lawyer,

'cause I didn't do nothing.

[knocking on door]

[sighing]

[knocking continues] Okay!

Coming.

Oh, it's you.

Where's Reggie?

I know he's having problems with his phone.

You know, I don't know. He didn't say.

Oh, so you heard from him?

Yeah.

Well, you know. I, I erased his phone number.

You got it?

[phone ringing]

Hold on. Be right back.

Hello?

Hey, Ricky, sweetie. How you doing?

Oh, no. That's cool.

'Cause I just got out the shower anyway.

So, how long you gonna be?

What time are you coming?

All right. That's fine.

No.

[laughs]

Uh, hey gorgeous. I'm out.

You miss me?

Aw...

Looks like this is your lucky day, Mr. Cooper.

Seems like your story checks out with the victim.

My captain says you might have saved this lady's life.

So, you're free to go.

Thank you, officer.

[sirens]

[cell phone beeping]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Hello?

This Alicia?

Yes, this is Alicia.

Hi, this is um, Reggie.

Remember, we met at the mortuary?

I know who you are, Reggie.

I don't even know what to say.

Is it okay if I'm calling you?

Is that o-- I don't know if that's all right.

I know it didn't make much sense,

but there wasn't a way that I could tell her

how I really met her that day.

How you been?

But I had this hole inside of me

from the day that my dad got shot.

And I had this fool idea

that maybe she could help me fill it.

Reggie?

Hi.

Come in.

- It's nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you too.

And no matter what my daughter told you,

I don't bite.

Um. Um...

I'm so sorry about what happened to your husband.

Thank you, Reggie. Thank you.

And I was sorry to hear about your father.

I heard that he was a very nice man.

Anyway, welcome to our home.

And these are some beautiful flowers.

I was gonna get some roses and stuff, but the lady--

Oh, these are very special.

Yeah, I will.

I will.

You know that gun we took from the mall robbery?

The lab just found trace blood elements on it.

So?

So...

They might have a match for it up in the city.

This Lieutenant Hudson just called.

Guy's jonesing to make a connection with the homicide.

Some local preacher.

[phone beeping]

[rap music ♪]

Bills, bills, bills.

What the hell are y'all doing?

- [gasps] - Reggie!

- What are you doing here? - I live here!

Yo, get the hell out of... you know what?

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

No no. Reggie, this is Ricky.

- What the hell is you doing? - No stop, Reggie, Reggie!

- This is Ricky! - Get out of my way!

- Get the hell out of my house! - Yo, I'm sorry! I didn't know!

Yeah? Yeah? You didn't know? Know this.

- Get the hell out. - Reggie! Reggie, stop!

Get the hell out of here!

Don't be giving me no crazy looks neither.

- Hey, Reggie! - Yo, shut up!

We can't be having the whole goddamn hood

know where I live. Get inside, man.

And don't come back around here!

Ricky, I'ma call you later, all right?

She ain't callin' nothing. Get inside!

- Dang, Reggie! - Ricky...

Why you gotta be so mean?

I didn't know you was coming back so early.

You said you was gonna be gone for a while.

I don't care what I said.

Don't be having these little bastards up in the house.

Bastards? It's just Ricky. He's my boyfriend.

I wouldn't bring anybody else here.

Look, let me tell you.

I don't care if his name is Ricky, Sticky, Stevie,

I don't care what his name is.

Don't have him up in here!

Do you, do you understand what I'm saying to you?

Yes.

Gah!

Come here.

You know what Ma would do to me

if something happened to you?

[laughs] Yeah.

All right, big head.

Love you.

[overlapping chatter]

Nice.

Look at these.

Woo. I'm gonna tell you, J. This the spot, baby.

Ahh, what up witcha, baby?

- Yo. - I'm good.

- You know J-Bone. - Sup.

- His girl, Loot. - Hey, big son.

- How you doin' man? - Good.

- Good to see you, man. - Lady Loot. How are you?

[rap music ♪]

♪♪

♪♪

[mouthing] You wanna go get air?

Thank you, Reggie. I'm having a really good time.

Me too. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.

You ain't the invisible man.

Bone!

What you doing here, nigga? I didn't even see you.

Where you been? Where you been, stranger? Huh?

Who dis?

Um...

Alicia, this is Joseph.

Joseph, this is Alicia.

Call me J-Bone.

It's nice to meet you, Joseph.

I see where you've been hiding yourself.

You remember your people Jamal?

- 'Mal. - Yeah. What's up, boy?

What up, nigga?

Yeah. Whatchu got going down here?

[laughs] Nothing.

Baby...

You mind waiting in the car?

I'll be out in a sec.

Damn, Coop. You got a fine bitch there.

Yo, let me holla at you for a minute, man.

What's wrong with you, nigga?

You getting sensitive, right?

Catching feelings for the preacher's daughter.

Oh, my bad. You thought I didn't recognize her.

Why you messin' with her?

It ain't even like that, man.

I bumped into her on the way in the spot,

figured we have a few drinks, you know--

This ain't no game.

You need to cut that shit off right now.

Bone, I got this man. I can handle this.

Don't worry about it.

You better not slip up, brother.

You know, ever since...

Ever since the thing with the preacher, man...

I've been a little on edge, man.

I just need a little time for--

Fuck that preacher.

That preacher got what he deserved.

He was holding out, so you dealt with him.

That's a done deal.

Now all you gotta do is do right by me,

and I do right by you.

That's all you gotta deal with. You got it?

- Yeah, I got you. - You got it?

I got you, man.

Yo, Alicia's waiting for me.

I'm gonna be out, I'm gonna get going.

I'll holler at y'all later.

What you talkin about?

Orion's Belt, huh?

Mhmm.

So who was that at the club?

Who? Bone?

He's an old friend of mine.

We used to hang out back in the day.

You know, but uh...

I ain't seen him in a while, so...

Well, what happened?

Did you guys have a fight or something?

Nah, nah. Nothing like that.

Just kicking it.

And talking about some business.

That's all.

Reggie, should I know something?

No, why do you say that?

I don't know. You're just, you know...

You're acting kind of mysterious.

- Mysterious? - Yeah.

How am I being mysterious?

I just don't wanna mess up a good night, that's all.

...I don't, Bora Bora...

or some crazy place like that, or whatever.

So they tells me, so he like rents this yacht.

So they go out on the yacht,

and they're cruisin', the yacht gets stuck.

So they had to take the little boat

back to the island.

So, they're stuck in the middle of the ocean.

This-- right.

So they get in the little boat and they, you know,

start going back and they start looking in each other's eyes

and the sun was going down and...

It was that type of...

- googly eyes and, you know. - Love at first sight.

I wouldn't call it love at first sight.

I, I don't really believe in love at first sight.

Oh?

What do you believe in then?

I don't know.

Everything's so fake nowadays.

You know how you...

open yourself up to people...

[stammers] and let 'em in and show 'em love?

It's like, it makes it so much easier

for them to just stab you in the back.

You know what I'm saying?

Oh? Friends, family, your neighbors?

None of that matters anymore.

It's like, the more you let a person in, and they love you,

and you love them and stuff like that,

and I, I know I wanna know a lot about them.

Oh...

You mean, the easier it is for them to hurt you.

You know...

My father told me once

that the only thing you can count on in this world

is that people are gonna make mistakes.

So you have to forgive.

That's all love is.

It's forgiveness.

Forgiveness, huh?

[cheering on TV]

How was business tonight?

Oh, you know.

The numbers were good.

Actually, the best night of the week.

Why are you here?

Where else am I gonna be?

The Caribbean, or the south of France,

Hollywood, you name it.

Mmm. Sounds good. When do we leave?

My point is...

I'm not going anywhere.

But you could.

You could go anywhere, you could do anything you want, if you put your mind to it.

Exactly.

You're kidding.

Okay.

Thanks.

What's going on?

They lifted a partial off that gun from the mall robbery.

You remember that Lieutenant Hudson

I told you about up at the 22nd?

Yeah.

What do you think?

Get this.

The prints and the blood

match the murdered preacher.

Yeah, well...there's just one problem, detective.

- What's that? - I never heard of this guy.

He's not in the system.

What, what about the other guy?

Yeah, well that's a donut, too.

Nothing so far, but I'll run this one statewide.

I might wanna follow up with you.

Anytime. Just give us a call.

Lieutenant.

[intercom beeping] Kline?

Bring me the Packer file.

[rap music ♪]

[inaudible dialogue]

♪♪

I love you, Alicia!

[laughs]

Stop! Get out of here, big head.

[R&B music ♪]

♪♪

♪♪

Put down your weapons and come out.

Hands on head.

Repeat.

Put down your weapon and come out hands on head.

[sirens]

[helicopters]

[police scanner]

[gunshots]

[sirens]

[sirens, police scanner]

Mr. Brown.

No.

It just might interest you to know

that we've got you in custody because of a tip.

Can I have a cigarette or something?

Sure. Kline?

You had a smooth operation going there, Joseph.

You don't get your hands dirty anymore, do you?

You get your flunkies to do it for you.

Even get them to take bullets for you.

I guess this is where I ask for my attorney.

Sure, we can do that,

and we'd just violate your ass back to prison.

Or we could hold off on a lawyer for now.

[sighs]

Maybe we write it up that you're um...

here of your own accord.

That you're not under arrest,

but you're cooperating with an investigation, hmm?

I'm listening.

We need some information, Joseph.

We need to know what you know

about the murder of Reverend James Packer.

Yeah, I heard about him, man.

That's a sad thing.

Yeah, well, we think you know something about it.

I mean, how you figure that?

What do you know about a young man

named Reggie Cooper?

Coop, you mean, Coop?

Yeah, yeah. Coop's from the hood, man.

Um, what he gotta do with this?

We have witnesses connecting you to him.

We also know you two happened to have a falling out

around the same time as the killing.

Witnesses to what? What witnesses?

Hmm. Guess it doesn't matter.

You were asking me about a lawyer, weren't you?

[sighs]

Joseph, we got a tight bust here.

We got associating with known felons.

We got alcohol consumption.

We've got stolen property.

So...

Hmm?

You know, maybe Mr. Bone...

needs to spend a little more time in his cell.

No, that's not gonna be necessary.

Well, tell us.

I know y'all ain't got nothing on me.

But maybe you could make things uncomfortable,

so let's just say that it's in my best interest

to give you what I know.

Now, you give me 48 hours,

I'll see what I can come up with.

And then we can end all of this

bad business between us.

24.

24.

Who are you, Reggie Cooper?

Why you always messin' with me, baby?

Who am I?

I think I know you...

but I really don't. Do I?

Are you serious?

You showed up out of nowhere.

We went on one date...

...and now we're inseparable.

Isn't that strange to you?

I mean...

What do you want to find out about me?

That I'm not perfect?

Cause...

I don't wanna ruin the surprise, baby, but...

I'm not.

Remember you said...

"Past is the past" and

"We should leave stuff in the past."

What happened to that?

Is it about your father?

Look, why can't we just chill?

Why you always gotta bring up all this sensitive shit?

Talk about that right now.

Okay. Fine.

You're not telling us everything, Lieutenant.

We found a gun that we think might be...

involved in this killing.

Where did you find it?

Well, that's the sticky part, ma'am.

I'm really not at liberty to tell you, right now.

I see. I, I guess you know best.

Thank you.

Um, I'd like to ask you both a couple of questions.

Could you tell me anything you might know

about a young man called Reggie Cooper?

Uh...

that's my boyfriend.

How long have you known him?

About three or four months? Why?

How well do you know him?

Pretty well.

We're very close.

What's going on? What does Reggie have to do with this?

Probably nothing.

I wonder, could you tell me how you met him?

He came to my father's viewing.

My father spoke at his father's funeral.

Benson Cooper.

Yeah.

If I may, Lieutenant,

why are you asking all these questions about Reggie?

We just gotta follow up on leads, ma'am.

That's all.

Tell me, Alicia. Is there anything unusual

about this boy?

I mean, anything you could like me to know?

No, I can't think of anything.

Well...

Okay.

I appreciate your time very much. Thank you.

Thanks for your time.

So long, Alicia. It's good to see you.

Bye. It's nice to see you, too.

You let us know what you find out.

We deserve that much.

You certainly do.

Thanks for seeing me.

Thank you.

[phone ringing]

- Yo. - Hi, Reggie.

What's wrong?

A police officer

came here asking a lot of questions.

Questions about you and my father.

Police officer?

What, what'd he say?

He was asking how we met.

How did we meet, Reggie?

What do you mean, how did we meet?

You know how we met.

Yeah, but why were you there?

To pay my respects, baby.

What, what's with all the questions?

I don't think you're telling the truth.

So what am I lying about then, baby?

Look, I need you to tell me the truth.

Do you know anything about my father's death?

Alicia...

Listen...

I'm listening...

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

I think so. I...

I guess so...

Alicia, baby, you know...

you know you mean more to me

than anything in this world.

You know I would never do anything to hurt you.

You know that, right?

I know.

It's just that...

some things...

are just hard to explain.

What things?

Reggie, what are you talking about?

I don't know. I...

Baby, I gotta go. I ca--I gotta go.

Reggie!

Reggie!

[phone beeps]

[sirens]

Hey, watch it young man.

I just got out of the hosp--

Sorry about that, old man.

That's all right. Thats all right.

[knocking]

Hey.

What's the matter?

Don't ask.

What do you mean?

This Packer. It doesn't make sense.

The white guy from the mall is not the shooter.

I mean, this idiot was locked up for a DUI

at the time of the Packer murder.

What about the other guy? Cooper.

Well, I can connect Reggie with Joseph.

I can even connect Joseph with Packer.

But I can't connect either one of them

to the scene of the crime. I need something else.

How bout an eye witness?

I'm not in the mood, Kline.

Look, I gotta work this through.

No, no. I'm, I'm not joking.

What?

I came in here to be a witness to a murder.

Well, why now, Mr. Cody?

Why didn't you come in sooner?

I was in the hospital 'til the other day.

Well...

I'm glad you're feeling better.

Why don't you tell us what you saw?

I drove my car up to the grocery story.

Now, on the way back, I usually go past the river,

but the road was blocked off for construction.

So, I went down to Main Street.

You know, past Main Street?

By the bank?

I sees this man

robbing this nice minister man.

You know?

The reverend, uh...uh...

- Packer? - That's it.

The reverend Parker.

Now, I pull away fast

'cause I didn't know what would happen.

I was going to hightail it all the way back home,

but then I start to feeling bad.

So I turned around and went back.

But it was too late.

Parker was on the ground...

dead.

Did you get a good look at his face?

Yes, sir. I did.

I never forgets me a face.

It was Parker, all right.

Saw his picture in the paper the very next day.

No, sir. I meant the kid with the gun.

Well, that's what I'm getting to.

Mr. Cody, let me make this easier for you.

Here. Is this the kid that you saw that night by the ATM?

Hmm. Let me see here.

That's all right, take your time.

Nope.

Don't know that I've seen that boy before.

Mr. Cody, please, this is very important.

- Are you sure? - Yes, sir.

Like I said,

I never forgets me a face. Hmm.

But I'm sure glad you got the other one.

What other one?

Well, the one that just left

out of this office a few minutes ago.

[Reverend Packer] June 14th. Alicia's 21st birthday.

My wife prepared a nice dinner.

I was surprised by an encounter

with Joseph Brown.

Didn't know he was out of prison.

Benson Cooper and I gave information

which led to Brown's prosecution.

I know we did the right thing.

Reggie...

[car beeps]

[knocking]

Ricky, I gotta go. Somebody's at the door.

Okay? Call me tonight, k baby?

All right. Bye.

[phone beeps]

Oh, it's you.

Goodbye, Joseph.

[body thuds]

I'll have a look for myself.

[thunder]

[Reggie] My dad always said,

you can't run from who you are,

from what you do.

I've just been too angry,

too stubborn to be paying attention.

There was so many people I cared about.

People who cared about me.

I'd hurt them all too much already.

There was only one move left.

I understand.

Only one thing left to do.

[knocking]

Reggie? Hello?

Is anybody home?

Oh my God!

Tosha! Tosha?

Tosha! Are you okay?

What happened? Wake up?

Oh my God.

Don't leave her. I'll be right there.

[phone beeps]

Mama, what's wrong?

Baby, I can't talk right now.

I got to go. I'll call you when I can.

- What's-- - It's Tosha.

For the niggas who won't be here.

[indistinct conversation]

So...

How do you want this to go down, boss?

SWAT. I'll be there this time.

Okay.

Ma?

Ma!

Ma!

Yo, Reggie.

- Where you been, man? - What up man?

What up? Where Ma at?

What, you here by yourself? Where's everybody at?

I don't know. Ma rushed out.

Something about Tosha getting hurt or something.

I don't know.

Hurt? What are you talking about, hurt?

I don't know, man. She rushed out of here.

Mom said she was gonna call.

Yo, man, I thought you was never coming back, yo.

[scoffs]

Of course I was coming back, man.

Where's the phone? I need to make a phone call.

I don't know. It's right over there.

Let me get this room for a minute.

All right, cool.

[phone dialing]

[phone ringing]

Hudson here.

Lieutenant, my name is Reggie Cooper.

Cooper.

Listen, we need to talk.

Yeah, I know. It's all over.

I'm turning myself in.

Fine, good yeah.

But there's something you need to know.

What's that?

It's about Joseph Brown.

When's the last time you saw him?

I don't know, it's been a while.

Why?

'Cause we think he may have good reason to kill you.

That's why.

Bone?

Yeah, Bone.

Whatever you call him.

Look.

He might be coming for you.

Hang up the phone.

[Hudson] Cooper?

[phone beeps]

What the fuck are you doing, man?

I'm handling my business.

Something you ain't been doing lately.

Now, go sit your bitch ass down.

[dial tone]

Sit the fuck down.

Oh no, what, you gonna kill me, Bone?

That's what this has come to?

Hmm?

You wanna kill me?

You a snitch.

I can't trust you no more.

Snitch?

Nigga, why would I snitch on you, man?

I got more to lose than you.

You know, I ain't never killed nobody who ain't deserve it.

Right?

I killed your father.

What the fuck did you just say?

I killed your father.

Why the fuck would you do that?

Because your father was a snitch.

Like father, like son.

So I just even the score.

But I'm gonna give you a chance

I didn't give your bitch-ass father, or mine.

You didn't do that.

You love your father?

Why the fuck would you do that?

I should kill you right now, you fuckin' piece of shit.

Yeah, yeah. Pull the trigger.

I loved my father.

Pull the trigger, bitch.

Squeeze it, bitch.

Come on, squeeze it.

[screams] Ahh, fucking kill you right here!

[laughs]

Send me to hell.

Send me to hell.

I won't do it again.

[laughs]

I'm not like you.

It was that preacher,

wasn't it?

I knew it...

it's just not for me, Bone.

Well, hallelujah.

You got religion all of a sudden.

This ain't got nothing to do with religion.

NIgga, I loved you like a brother.

Huh uh.

Taught me a lot of shit.

Like a brother to me, my nigga.

Huh uh.

I loved you like a brother.

I'd rather...

I'd rather be feared than loved.

But I don't fear you, Bone.

What?

I did what I did...

for family.

I'm your family.

Loot was your family.

Jamal was your family.

The streets are your family.

You do for us, we do for you.

That's how it works, but you forgot that.

You forgot where you come from.

What did I forget, Bone?

Where am I from, Bone?

Yeah...

Yeah.

That's it.

I decided

I'm gonna turn myself in,

tell them what I did,

and I'm not gonna take you with me.

[laughs]

You got it twisted, son.

It's not about what you did the night the preacher died.

It's about what you didn't do.

What are you talking about?

What am I talking about?

What makes you think...

you could kill anybody.

You don't even know how to use a damn gun.

Don't move.

Think you know me?

Get on your knees!

Get on your fucking knees.

Lord...

That shit ain't gonna save you now.

I guess I'm supposed to be begging for my life, but you know what?

If I go, that means this brother here...

- ...he's in a lot of trouble. - Praying.

Is there a way...

Where's your god now, huh?

...for me to go if that's what's supposed to happen?

It's in your hands. I don't know--

[gunshot]

Sh--

I guess you finally caught up with me.

You should have minded your own business.

What makes you so...

evil?

Well, since I won't be going with you,

tell that nigga Jesus I said what's up.

[gunshots]

[body thuds]

Coop. Coop.

Coop.

Coop.

Come on, man. We gotta get out of here.

Let's roll. Oh, shit.

Get the gun.

I didn't do it?

I had to kill him.

You, you ain't cut out for this game.

It don't matter now.

I didn't do it.

I didn't do it.

Make your peace with Jesus, Coop.

Drop it.

[laughing]

Well, if it ain't little brother playing 5-0 again.

I ain't playing, Joseph.

Drop the gun!

Well look, I appreciate the offer,

but I'm afraid I can't do that, little man.

I'm gonna have to call your bluff.

Bone...

please don't make me kill you.

Yeah.

He got nothing to do with this, Bone.

Yeah, nigga. Yeah.

See that, that's what I'm... that's what I'm talking about.

Joseph!

I will fucking blow your head off in here.

Do you hear me?

Please, don't make me kill you.

I believe you would.

I believe little man would kill me.

Drop the gun.

[gunshot, glass shattering]

Vince!

[gunshot]

[glass shattering]

Vince! Vince!

You all right? Vince?

I'm all right, I'm all right.

[coughing]

- Target's clear. - Let's go.

Clear to enter the house.

[coughing]

One clear, two clear.

[police scanner]

That's cool, Coop.

Life is hard.

This is easy.

You ever done something you truly regret, Lieutenant?

What do you mean?

I mean, like, if you could turn back the hands of time.

Just for a minute,

maybe an hour.

You know, do some good for the one you love.

No, I'd have to change more than an hour.

I guess.

The gun we took wasn't the gun that killed Packer.

The ballistics don't match,

but I guess you know that, don't you?

We had an eye witness.

He recalls seeing two men at the scene.

He ID'ed the shooter, it was Brown.

I don't imagine you know anything about the identity of the second man, do you?

You don't owe him anything anymore.

It's over.

Take this opportunity and start over, okay?

Thanks a lot, Lieutenant.

We're not gonna meet this way again, right?

No.

So...

what do you think?

Did I do the right thing?

By the way, I checked out what he asked me to.

Yeah?

Brown's gun...

wasn't even loaded.

What the hell do you make of that?

How is she?

She's all right.

I'm sorry.

For everything.

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