All language subtitles for -Angies.Cure.2025.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

- Stop playing, man.

- This ain't no game.

- Shit.

What, you want it again?

- You already know. - Hmm?

- Okay, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Baby, come on.

We gonna wake up Angie.

- Oh, we ain't got to worry about that.

- Hello Jack's gonna be crazy! - You wasn't lying.

- Mm-mm. - Are you sure it's cool?

- Yeah, because it don't look like nobody here.

- Girl.

- Well for anybody checking, I'm gonna be Alize.

- Alize? - And Angie'll be Candy.

- Oh.

- Hey, shorty, what you doing?

- Hey lady, what's up? - What you looking at?

- Come fuck with me.

- Yeah, we gonna get after them.

Yeah, what's good, bruh?

- All right, OG.

You know, I try to lift it up.

Yeah, go get it. - Ooh!

- And keep your eyes out on Angie.

I ain't trying to fight. - Yeah, Angie.

Don't be acting all scary.

- Girl, you ain't gonna be no model

if you don't show no damn leg.

- Denyce is gonna flip if she finds out I snuck out.

- Okay, well then you might as well have fun while you can.

- Hey, baby. Let me holler at you for a second.

Oh, it's like that?

- Keep your hands off me.

- Shit, it's like that?

- Come on, boo.

You might have hurt his little feelings. Call back.

- Damn bro. - Hey, shut the fuck up.

- Hey, Sway.

- What's up with it?

- Why the hell are y'all so obsessed

with these new females, like?

- Damn, who is that?

- Relax, girl, it's just my cousin Sloan.

- Keisha. - What up, cous?

- What your ass doing here? - Hey, cous.

- What's up? - Okay, okay, shit.

Let me find out little Keisha done grown up.

- What up, nephew? - Nah, no way.

She off limits, fool.

- So these your girls?

- Yeah, that's Latrice, Candy and Alize.

- Well, look, I'm glad y'all fell through.

Check yourself out.

We got hella food, plenty of drink.

- Cool job.

That's why I'm talking about, cous.

Yes! Woo!

- I need a drink. - Party's gonna get started.

- Damn, girl. He's fine.

Does he have a girl?

- Who, Sloan? Please, girl.

Not like it matters to him anyway.

- Matters to me.

- Ooh! - Nasty.

- Mm-hmm. - Yes, thank you.

We'll be over here. - Let's go drink.

- How you feeling?

- These old bitches are so busted.

- Nah, I'm cool.

- You sure you're not gonna take a little bit?

Take a puff. A little puff.

Oh, we need to get like her. Come on.

- Hey!

Yeah, gotta pour it up. Pour it up.

- Thank you.

- Hey y'all, I got the bottle!

It's time to party!

- Hold on, hold on. - I need to order.

- Yo, yo, yo!

- Hey!

- Waterfall!

- Waterfall! - Mm.

- Trixie, you ain't fucking with us no more?

Damn! Okay, alky.

- Damn, girl.

- That's what's up. - Put your hand out here.

Here's one for you.

- Ah! - Mm, yes.

Mm, mm, mm.

Okay, another round?

- Just make mine with a lot more juice this time.

- Man, she definitely ain't from around here though.

- Hey Jason. - Hey what's up?

- What's going on? - Excuse me, bro.

- Be right back.

- So Jackie, I should have been hooked up

and he don't want you but you know I do.

Whatever, man.

Which one of y'all ladies single?

- So why ain't you inside?

What you can't dance with someone?

- Fine.

One dance.

But watch your hands. - Alright.

- What up, fool? Alright, alright.

- Nigga you good, huh?

- What? - You about ready?

Didn't think so.

Get the fuck outta my way, nigga.

- Fuck you.

- I'm fucking around.

Let's smoke that, come on. - For sure.

- Okay, there we go.

See? Okay, okay.

I'm loving it.

That's what's up.

- You gonna keep your hands to yourself?

- I mean, my bad.

- Here.

Don't be scared.

It's not gonna kill you.

- Good Angie.

- Oh my God. My chest hurts.

- Hey. - What's up with it?

- Ain't that old girl?

I thought she couldn't dance or something.

- Well, what do you think now?

- I'm about to grab another drink.

- Fix me one.

- Oh really?

Hey yo, better take that empty bottle to the store.

- Come on, bro.

- House rules, nigga.

You have the last, replenish it.

- Yo, we good, bruh?

- We good?

- Yeah, I'm about to make a run.

You rolling?

- Pussy ass niggas.

Fuck outta here.

- Aw.

That's what happens when little girls

go to grown up parties.

So that's what you like?

This should hold you. - Oh yeah?

- You'll thank me later.

Jade, Kim, let's go.

- Hold up. Gimme a sec. - Yeah.

- I'll be right back.

Huh? What the fuck?

Latrice?

Latrice?

Latrice?

- Hey, who is Latrice? - Move.

Where's Angie?

- Girl, I don't know.

She was with some dude the last time I saw her.

Ask Keisha.

- You know what?

- Mm-mm. - By bad, baby.

- Angie!

- That homie, man. Telling you.

Telling you I'm finna get some.

- Yo. - Yeah, nigga.

You can roll it.

- Yo, where everybody going?

- Man, fuck outta here with the 21 questions.

- These niggas. - Come on, man.

- Huh? - You crazy, motherfucker?

- Chill out, chill out. - Damn, sweetheart.

What's poppin'?

- Hi. - Damn, cutie. Shit.

- Hey, Sway.

- What's poppin'?

- Damn, nigga. - Go, go, go!

- Hey nephew, toss the stash! - Go! Go!

Get the fuck outta here!

- Hey, Kevin. - Hey drive, nigga!

- Oh shit. - Pull out first, drive!

- Kev.

Hey, Kev. Hey, Kev.

Hey, Kev. Hey, just breathe, dawg.

Hey, just breathe.

Hey, hey. Stay with me.

Stay with me. Hey, hey.

Hey, look.

Somebody, somebody come help me.

- Have we determined why shots were fired?

Is it gang related?

- Look at where we are.

Think anybody's going to talk?

I suggest you don't put too much energy into it.

I mean it.

I'm saying this for your own good.

I know you have aspirations, we all do,

but we ain't all on the same playing field

if you know what I mean.

We're blue second.

So if you even want to get to detective,

I suggest you play your position.

You got that?

- Yeah, I think this is it. Let's go.

- Okay, look, detectives will be here soon.

Let's do this.

So just secure the perimeter.

Plus the quicker we do our job,

the quicker we can go home.

Maria's cooking.

- Alvarez, you hate her cooking.

- Who cares? She loves to cook.

So what do I do? I stay in my lane.

Keep a happy family.

See how that works? Let's go.

- Come on, man.

I didn't do anything.

- Stop resisting.

- Come on. - I'm not resisting.

- Looks like we got our shooter.

- It wasn't me.

I ain't do shit.

- Should be open and shut. - What set you off?

- They really think he did all this?

- Probably not, but we'll rally them up.

Ask 'em a couple questions.

They'll talk. They always do.

No snitch in miles.

- Hey Smith, Proctor. - Let's clear the house.

Can I get some help over here?

- I'll be right back.

- Help.

- After you.

- Hey, we got movement in the bedroom.

- Excuse me, folks.

Did anybody see or hear anything?

- Nope. - Shit, I did.

See that damn house right there?

Always some shit going on. All day long.

Music, all kind of bullshit.

I am sick and tired of it.

I literally moved here trying to get away from this shit

and I come back into the shit?

- Ma'am, ma'am, did you see the shooting?

Was there more than one assailant?

- Hell yes, I saw it.

Them niggas came through this-

Wait, hold on. Let me.

Why they still got that,

that boy over there? - This is my crime scene.

- Because the damn shooter's been gone.

I'm trying to, what's up with that?

- Excuse me. - You know?

I mean y'all need to be-

- Excuse me. - What?

- We'll handle this now officer, uh?

- Excuse me.

Now what rank are you?

- Hart. - Hart?

Goddamn it, Hart.

- What?

- Can you change to channel two?

- I barely asked her any questions.

- I need you inside right now.

- I am home. - You look good in blue.

- I am a snitch, I talk to the police.

- Did he just talk to you?

Damn it, I told you to stay in your lane.

- And there's nothing we can do if she doesn't report it.

She's a minor.

So we're gonna take her home to her parents.

- This is fucked up, Alvarez.

We should be taking her to the hospital

to get a rape kit done.

- Goddamn, rookie.

Stop taking this shit so personal.

She's one in a thousand girls

that you're gonna see on this job.

Let it go

or you're gonna stress yourself out into early retirement.

- So what?

We're just supposed to pretend that a crime didn't occur.

- We don't know what happened.

I'll tell you what happened.

She snuck out of her house.

She got intoxicated.

She came to this party.

She was probably having a good time with her boyfriend.

She said nothing happened.

So if nothing happened, nothing happened.

Sometimes the truth is that simple.

You don't gotta go ahead and complicate things.

- Alvarez, that's bullshit.

We know she wasn't just having a good time

with her boyfriend. - That's the problem, rookie.

We don't know.

You wanna be a detective, right?

You're not gonna get there without a recommendation.

You want to know how you get that?

By following procedure.

And if you can't do that,

as far as I'm concerned, you're a liability.

You got that?

- Yeah, I got it.

All right, kiddo.

We, uh, we're gonna take you home.

- All right, sweetheart.

What's your address?

- Yo, um, you think you could hang back

for 30 while I take her home?

- Did nothing I say register?

Fine, but remember what I told you.

- I got it.

Come on, kiddo.

Look, no matter what happened,

and I'm not saying anything did,

but this is not your fault.

You're the victim.

And if you wanna press charges, you-

- No.

Nothing happened.

I shouldn't have even been here tonight.

So just drop it.

Please.

Denyce is gonna kill me.

- Denyce, is that, um,

is that a friend you came with?

- No.

It's my mom.

- You know, before my mom passed she used to say,

"Don't you ever let one day define you.

"If the week resets on Sunday, then so can you."

- That's me.

- Now who the fuck?

Baby, don't get that. Lemme get my pistol.

- Who is it?

- Shit.

- Man, what the fuck did you do?

- Ma'am, your daughter's not in any trouble

but there was a shooting at the party she attended tonight.

- A shooting?

What fucking party is she talking about?

- Supposed to be sleeping. - Huh?

- That don't make no goddamn sense.

- Denyce, I'm sorry.

- And so what? You grown now?

You gonna go head on

and sneak out to parties in the middle of the night?

- Ma'am. - That's what you-

- Ma'am, the most important thing

is that your daughter is okay.

- Mm. - Oh, for real though?

What your name is, huh?

Officer Hart, yeah?

Why don't you go ahead on the clock out right now

and I'm going handle my daughter from here.

Got it?

Get your ass up in this house.

- I'm moving.

- Fuck is wrong with your goofy ass?

- Now you go ahead on and have a blessed night, you hear?

Shit.

Man, what the fuck is wrong with you?

Sneaking up in here like you ain't got no goddamn sense.

I ain't raised you like that, girl.

You got the cops coming up in here,

and waking up the whole damn neighborhood.

Oh no, baby. Uh-uh.

You better sit your ass down!

Right now!

Girl, listen to me.

This is my house. All right?

You wanna go out in them streets and ho around?

You can take your little stink ass

right through the same damn door you came in.

Shit, girl. Come on now.

Oh, and don't you ever, ever

think of bringing a baby up in here!

- Baby, baby. Calm down.

You gonna give yourself one of them headaches.

- No, no, baby. This girl think I'm stupid.

Coming up in here drunk smelling like a fifth of Henny.

- Denyce, please. - No, no.

Listen, girl.

I know what's out in them damn streets!

How the fuck you think you got here? Huh?

Girl, lemme tell you something.

I got three more motherfucking years

before your ass is grown, okay?

Then you can go out in them streets

and be as stupid as you wanna be.

- Like you?

- What the fuck?

Who the hell you talking to?

- Baby. - Huh?

So what you think you better than me? Huh?

- Baby, baby. Come on. - Say it again.

Say it again!

Always talking about you going to college.

Girl, please.

You gonna be stuck up in this motherfucker

just like everybody else.

- Come on, baby.

- Trying to act like she better than me.

That's cool.

Like you ain't here because I sacrificed my life, my career!

Gimme that shit, Luther.

- I don't want to live anymore.

They took everything from me

like it meant nothing.

And I couldn't move and I couldn't breathe.

And if you were still here, Dad,

none of this would've happened.

I needed you.

- I don't even know what I'm fighting for.

- I can't look at myself.

I don't belong to myself.

- It's okay. - I didn't ask for this.

- Oh.

You all right, baby girl?

- Get away from me.

- What'd you say?

- Get away.

- You okay? Everything all right?

What's wrong with you?

Trying to get all fresh to go hang out

with those girls you snuck out with?

- Go away. Get away. - Huh?

- Have you lost your mind?

Angie, put some clothes on.

Why are you walking around here half naked?

- God. - This is all his fault.

- What?

- He's always right on top of me.

I, this isn't my fault.

- What are you talking about?

- Baby, something's wrong with your daughter.

It ain't got nothing to do with me.

- What the hell is going on up in here?

- Oh, I know you fucking lying.

I ain't gotta put up with this shit.

- No, no, no, Luther, Luther!

- No, no, I'm through with this.

- Luther, stop it. Okay?

Please calm down. All right?

- Jesus. - I will handle it.

- You need to handle it. - Just gimme a moment.

Come on. Come on.

- She needs some help, baby. - It's okay, baby.

I will take care of it. It's okay.

Just stand here.

- I ain't into no little girls.

Nothing, I'm 35.

- Oh my God, Angie, that man has been like a father to you.

- He's not my father.

- Why? Because your father was so perfect?

The same guy who left us with nothing

but a broke down Volkswagen on bricks?

You can take his side, but he is never coming back.

- No, why don't you ever take my side?

You never put me first.

I didn't do this. You have to believe me.

- Really? You didn't?

Well, how about the next time you make that argument,

you put some damn clothes on.

- I hate you.

- What? - I hate you!

- I don't wanna be this person anymore

but I can't always control my feelings.

And that's what scares me.

- Sometimes I wanna hurt something so it can feel

how I feel.

- And yeah, I do.

I do still blame myself.

But I blame you too, Dad.

I didn't ask to be here.

Denyce blames me for everything.

For driving away Luther, for stopping her modeling career.

But that's only because her best friend made it

and she didn't.

Why couldn't you have just taken me

with your new family, Dad?

Then none of this would've happened.

I'm just so tired of feeling stuck.

- Why am I even writing this?

It's not like you're ever coming back.

I'm your daughter and you couldn't even choose me.

Why doesn't anyone ever choose me?

I have to move on.

I don't need this and I don't need you.

- Hey, hey.

Pretty lady, You need some help?

What's up?

I can help you under that hood.

I know what I'm doing.

You ain't gotta be scared of me.

Lemme come help you.

- Oh shoot.

- I'm trying to help your ass out.

Crazy bitch.

- Never again.

- Damn, bitch.

Why you gotta come up in here

with all that damn noise and shit?

You know I gotta go to work, fuck.

- I called you.

- Oh shit, you know I don't answer my damn phone.

Oh, that's you, huh?

All right, well you got me now.

What's up? Hmm?

- I needed a ride.

- A ride?

What the hell you do with the car?

Huh? Come on Angie.

You know I had, oh, my shift starts in three hours.

What the fuck you want me to do?

How you want me to get to work?

- I don't know, Denyce.

Look, I told you

we needed to go get the car checked last week.

I even gave you money for it.

- What the fuck you trying to say, huh?

- I'm saying I had to walk home.

- Oh, poor little baby.

Girl, you gonna have to get over this shit at some point.

I mean, you ain't gonna make it in this world

being a friend to every swinging dick.

- Here we go.

- You see?

That's why I was trying to teach your little ass

when you was younger, not to be fair.

Girl, come on now.

You growing up in reverse.

- You don't even know what you're talking about.

- I know what the fuck I'm talking 'bout.

Shit, you think I don't know nothing?

Ever since that little shooting

at that little party your ass went to, think I don't know?

In fact, that's the only reason

why I'm still taking care of your little black ass now.

Shit.

You crazy, man. - Here I thought it was

'cause you needed Luther's half of the rent.

- Who the fuck you think you talking to? Huh?

What I need is my motherfucking car!

- Yeah, well the car is on its way.

- All right.

- Don't worry.

I already paid for the tow.

- I know you did, shit.

Girl, who the fuck you think you talking to?

- Can you turn me up a little more in the headphones?

- So fly with it.

- Angie, we'll be right with you. Okay?

- Okay, cool.

- Lala, make sure you finish her off with some soft sheen.

- All right, Runner Bros? - You know that.

- All right, I got it.

- Ladies, look what I did to Angie.

- Oh my God! - Wow.

- Oh, look at her. - You look beautiful.

- Oh yes! - You look beautiful.

- We have to do this more often.

Let me take a picture.

Don't worry, I'm not gonna post it.

- Damn, you look fabulous!

Oh my God, I hardly recognized you.

Well, see now you look like you actually work here.

It's a damn shame that you walking

around here like the homeless

when you got all this bottled up beauty inside you.

- Carla. - What? I'm serious.

- I can't believe

you're about to close the shop for three days.

Wait, as cheap as you are.

- Huh? Excuse you.

I am not cheap.

- Mm. - I am discerning.

And there is a huge distinction.

I'll be right back.

Now discernment is having the wherewithal

to own your own business

and thereby providing a vehicle

in which you can invest back into yourself,

your people, and your community.

I see all these scrunched up faces and snoot up noses.

What y'all looking at each other and smiling around?

You better get back to work

'cause nobody's paying you to ask me questions.

- Okay, Carla.

You know I don't work here, right?

- Well, the way you sucking up all my energy,

you need to pay me right now, $5,000.

- I am not paying you to charge my phone.

- Oh, 'cause I'm top shelf up in this bitch.

- Carla, why are we closing down for three days?

You know we make the best money on the weekend.

- But some of us really do need a holiday.

- Yes we do. - Shoot. Okay?

This is a soul event.

I'm about to get my boogie on.

All the way on. Okay?

Tim Turner gonna be DJing

and Gregory Fisher gonna be on that barbecue.

- So is Quavon's daddy!

- Huh?

- I am not missing my blessings twice, hello.

I ain't got shit else to do.

But to do a,

little ho stroll down the block

looking edible.

- You so nasty with it.

That's for sure.

Aw, shit.

This the second time today.

Angie, baby, it's your turn.

Thank you.

Okay, hold on.

Lemme see you spray close your eyes and spray.

I don't see that much.

Okay, you fabulous.

Shake your shimmy.

- Thank you. - Fabulous.

- Is it on?

- Okay, Odessa. Girl, you fabulous.

- Yeah, see you on soul Nick?

- You know that's right.

Don't hurt the too bad, baby girl.

- You know I won't.

- Okay.

For sure, for sure.

- Carla, I need the mop.

I just dropped some water in here.

- Okay. - It's slippery. Be careful.

- Oh hey, T. - Hi.

- Sorry to keep you waiting, my dear.

- Y'all know what this is!

Shut the fuck up!

Now just do what the fuck I say and nobody gets hurt.

- Okay. - Oh!

- Tanika. - Don't shoot.

- What the fuck? - She slipped.

- Yo. You over there, now.

- Okay. Okay.

- Both of y'all on the floor face down

and I'll tell y'all to fucking move!

- Okay.

- You, I want you to empty that register and the safe.

- I don't have the safe, man.

Just take the register, whatever's in the register

and, and leave us alone.

Please don't shoot us.

- I'll tell you what.

You say there's no safe, fine.

But when I go over there and I do find a safe,

it's not gonna end well.

So stop fucking playing with me.

- Listen, my brother, listen,

this is a Black-owned shop.

- Fuck all that Kwanza shit.

Get me my money.

- Just give it to him. - Man, this is my shit.

- Goddamn it, I said move!

Fuck! Come on.

- I'm moving, I'm moving. - Just leave her alone.

- You, shut the fuck up.

Get the money.

Get me the money! Come on!

What the fuck are you doing?

I said on the floor!

- No.

- What are you doing, Angie? No.

- What?

- I said no.

- Angie!

Watch out!

Angie!

- Oh my God!

Shit.

Grab the gun! Grab the gun!

- Oh! - What are you doing?

- Oh my God. - What just happened?

- What happened to Tanika? - Oh my God.

- Tanika, - Oh my God.

- Oh my God. - She's really bad.

We gotta get her to the hospital.

- Oh my God.

- Carla, gimme the duct tape from the drawer over there.

- Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay.

- Give it to me.

Here, take this.

- No, I can't hold that!

I can't hold it. I can't.

- Just hold it while I tape him.

- This is some crazy shit.

- Oh my God, Angie! - How you know how to do that?

- Damn. - Oh no.

- This is crazy.

- Can you take this now, please?

Take it now, please!

- Oh my God, Carla, you should just take her to the ER.

The ambulance is gonna take too long.

This is just like the police.

You should just take her.

- God, she's bleeding. - Call the police.

- I'm calling them.

- 911, what's the nature of the emergency?

- Hello? Yeah.

My, my name is Angela Thompson.

I'm at 2345 West 36th Street.

We've been robbed.

- Is anyone injured? - She slipped.

- No, no, no.

We're fine. We're fine.

- Is he there now, ma'am?

- No, he's, he's, he's still here.

He's knocked out and he's taped up.

- You taped him up?

- Yes. Yes.

That's what I said, he's knocked out.

- Okay, ma'am.

A unit's in route.

- Okay, just go!

Just get outta here.

- You know what?

I'm gonna go get Trey from the liquor store.

So there'll be a man here when he wakes up.

- No, no, no, no, no.

Leave Angie by herself with him?

- Okay. I'm okay.

He's out cold. He ain't going nowhere.

- I don't know what she did to my Angie, but I like it.

Okay, okay. Go, go, go.

But get your ass back here quick, okay?

- Okay. - Come on, sweetie.

- I'm gonna get help.

I'm don't wanna leave you, baby.

- Just go, just get her.

Just get her to the ER.

- Okay. - Just get her.

- What the fuck?

Get this the fuck off me.

Okay.

I'm not fucking playing!

Your funeral.

- I could just kill you.

- Oh yeah? Come on.

Do it! Do it!

You got about 10 seconds to make some decisions.

- Don't make me do it.

- Ten.

Nine.

- Please, please, please, please.

- Eight.

- You telling me this nigga pulled a gun on you and Angie?

- Yes.

- I'm about to kill this nigga myself!

- On me, Hart. On me.

We move together on my mark.

Hart! Hart!

Goddamn it, Hart!

Whoa, whoa. Keep your hands up.

- Come here. Come here.

You all right? You by yourself?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He got away. He got away.

- Okay, okay.

- Are you the girl that made the call?

- Yes.

- Did you get a good look at him?

- Oh, he's a Black, he had on a black shirt and black jeans.

- Where that nigga at? - What happened?

- Where that nigga at?

Hey, you telling me that nigga had the audacity

to pull a gun on Carla, you, and Ang?

- Sam 47, suspect has fled location on foot.

Last seen heading north.

- I don't give a fuck.

I'ma kill that nigga.

Don't worry about next.

It's going to be all right.

- Hey, excuse me, sir. - What?

- Do you have a permit for that?

- You got a permit for yours?

- Hey, lemme see those hands.

Get your hand outta your waistband.

Hey, don't do it. Don't do it.

Lemme see your hands.

- Hey, wrong guy. - It's not him!

- He's gonna run, guys. - Go, go, go, go!

- Sanborn, is that our guy? - What the hell?

- It's not him.

- Don't worry, Ang.

They are gonna get his ass.

He's not gonna come back here

after the way that you handled him.

- Let's give it a quick once over.

We never get calls from around here.

- Clear.

- Clear.

- Look, you saved all of us tonight.

I mean it, okay?

- Maya.

- Excuse me.

Do you mind if I talk to her for a second?

Pretty bold what you did.

You're lucky to be alive.

Duct tape?

That's impressive.

I wouldn't have pegged you for the type,

but then again, neither would your friends.

You don't mind

just come gimme a few more details, all right?

After you.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hudson, check this out.

Now you see anything wrong with this picture?

- They left the cash.

They just get dumber every generation.

Rap videos are like instruction manuals

on how to go to jail.

- We got it.

Let's go.

- Did you notice was he wearing any jewelry?

- No.

- Blood swabs, use the gloves. - Yes sir.

- Hey, now that's some detective shit.

- You thinking what I'm thinking?

- Hope you're getting what you need out here, Hart.

- Wrap it up, boys. - Let's start the search.

- So if you think of anything else, just gimme a call.

All right? - Yeah.

- And just remember you need to lay low for a while.

- Okay.

- All right, girl.

All right, I'll see you later.

- Angie, come help me with these bags, girl.

Ooh, your mama got some of that good name brand shit.

One of these, one of these customers

left some of their bags at the...

Wait a second.

What the hell is going on with your face?

- Ugh, nothing.

There was a robbery at the salon.

- Wait, a robbery? Goddamn, girl.

You attract more drama.

It's like a talent with you.

- Yes, Denyce. I'm okay.

- You better watch your mouth.

Okay. You know what?

Where you going? Huh?

Where you going with that bag?

You trying to move out?

- Nah, I'm gonna stay at Maya's in Hollywood.

Detectives told me to lay low a bit

since I live so close to the salon.

- Wait, wait, wait.

What'd you say? Some detectives.

So now you gonna put me in danger?

- No, it's just a precautionary thing

until they get the guy in custody.

Look, I'm gonna need the car.

You can use Ms. Tara's next door.

She still owes me for my last appointment.

- Ms. Tara ain't gonna gimme no damn car.

Angie, what the hell you trying?

Dude, I am so done with you.

- Shit.

Untie me, you crazy bitch.

When I get loose, I'm fucking you up.

This some shit.

Alright. What the fuck you doing?

Huh? What you doing with that bat?

You trying to scare me?

You gonna kill me?

Fucking get it over with.

That's what this is about, right?

Do it!

Why the fuck you got me down here?

- Did about 20 sweeps.

No activity. Sorry, detectives.

- Alvarez?

- Hart, I've been meaning to call you

to congratulate you on getting detective,

but things got a little hectic.

- Yeah, no, I, I get it.

It's, it's fine.

It's good to see you, partner.

- Yeah, good to see you too.

- Tell Maria I said hey.

- Alright. I will.

And if I see anything,

I'll make sure I let you guys know. All right?

- Nah, it's a wash.

We're all set here.

Two hours and we can't find this asshole anywhere.

- He couldn't have gone very far.

I'm hoping something turns up on surveillance.

- Cap told me to wrap it up.

- Yeah, of course he did.

- What the hell does that mean?

- You and I both know that we spend

half the amount of time on cases in this neighborhood

than we do in a white community.

So yeah, but it's open and shut. At least we tried.

- Listen, I don't know who put that stick up your ass today,

but don't turn this into something today, all right?

We will follow protocol

and we'll see what the prints pull up.

- Well, since you being all accommodating,

how about you turn on the AC?

Burning up in this bitch.

- When I was a little girl,

my mom told me about some old singer.

His wife caught him cheating.

So she snuck up on him one night

and she did the unthinkable.

- What?

Grits? What the fuck?

Yo! Chill the fuck out for real!

What the fuck?

- How does that feel? How does that feel?

- What the fuck did you do that for? Stop!

Fuck out!

- You pointed a gun at me and my friends.

- Fuck!

- You said that you were gonna kill us.

- Shit.

- You said you were gonna do it.

- I wasn't gonna do nothing.

Chill.

- Fuck it! - Chill.

What the fuck?

Fucking bitch.

Fuck.

This bitch is crazy.

- Damn it, Walt.

You should know better than sneaking up on me.

Especially during times like this.

- I'm sorry, miss lady.

Okay, I'm just out here walking the street.

You know I'm, I'm helping with the search.

- Okay, but Walt, this isn't a neighborhood watch incident.

All right? There's a dangerous man out there.

- I know, I get it.

But I was just walking by Carla's and there's a light on.

I'm like, there's a light on and it's this late?

Shit, that mean your boy hit 'em up again.

That's what he did.

But check it out.

So if you can, you know what I'm saying?

If I'm right, could you talk to somebody about giving me

like some money for a reward

or something like that for the tip?

You know, if it helps.

- Goodnight, Walt.

- But listen, only if you can.

- Hey, girl.

- Hey, Maya.

- Are you doing okay?

- Um, if anybody asks I'm staying with you tonight.

- Are you sure? - No, everything's good.

- Oh, okay.

Alright, well if you need anything, just call.

- Hey, I gotta go.

I'll hit you tomorrow.

- Angie?

- You fucking stay away from me.

Wait, is somebody outside?

- Shh!

- Look who's sweating now.

I should just start fucking yelling.

- You can take your chances with me.

Or you can take some bullets from the LAPD.

It's your choice.

- Sam 47. - Sam 47, go ahead.

- Yeah, everything looks good here.

Somebody just left the light on.

- 10-4.

- Here's where we find out how bad jail really is.

- That cuts both ways, shorty.

You're a kidnapper.

Are we that different?

- Shh.

- Choices, choices, choices.

- Sam 47, we have a call at 1456 Westfield.

- Sam 47. Copy.

- I'm supposed to sleep on towels?

- I'll work on a bed.

- How long you plan on keeping me here?

Hey!

How long?

What the fuck?

Oh, you brought us a bed.

How romantic.

- Shut up.

If you want some breakfast just shut up.

- I'll be quiet,

but breakfast gonna have to wait

'cause right now I gotta take a piss

and I can't do it in these.

You think of that?

Want me to pee on myself?

- For your ankles.

- Ah.

This is fucked up.

- Put the keys there.

Don't do anything stupid.

Come on. Come on, go.

Talk about nigga tough.

Bitch ain't shit.

- Uh-uh, other way.

- She think she tough, huh?

Ah.

- Keep it open.

- Whatever you want to.

Ah.

Come on, come on, come on.

Get this shit out.

You gonna help me?

- Oh, shut up.

- Yeah, you'd have to use both hands though.

- Hurry up.

- Looks like everybody got you all wrong, don't they?

You are not as timid as you look.

- Says the man that robbed me at gunpoint.

- Asking nice just doesn't provide the proper motivation.

- Put these on and then I'll come lock it.

- I got a better idea.

How about you come over here

and put those chains on me yourself?

- What are you doing?

- I said you're gonna have to lock me up yourself.

Your little gun routine is getting old.

What?

- Put 'em on!

Put it on now!

- Fuck, I need some water.

- I'll give you- - Get me some fucking water.

- I will give you some water.

Will you stop looking at me?

- I can't even see shit!

I'm not looking at you!

- Look away.

- Shit!

Ah, the longer you keep me here,

the more time you gonna serve.

Ah!

You're looking at 10 years, easy.

I need some fucking water!

Ah.

Oh.

- What'd you order?

- Uh, I got the Taco Supreme.

- Is that the number three?

Why didn't you get me?

- Hey ma'am. Is everything all right?

- Um. - Ma'am, ma'am?

- You know she looks pretty upset.

Could be a boyfriend or possible 261.

- You want me to run the tags?

- Yeah, I think so.

- I think I'm gonna take a walk.

- Yeah, George 24.

Any possible 261s recording reporting at Crenshaw and 47th?

- George 24, there reports in the area.

Over.

- Thank you, Angie.

- How do you know my name?

- Your girlfriend said it

right before you beat the shit outta me.

They ain't have fries?

- I ate 'em.

- What's in it?

- If I wanted to kill you,

I'd kill you.

- Lemme go!

What you think somebody owe you something?

What some guy do?

Bang you in the backseat of his car?

Steal your precious virginity or some shit?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the fuck? Just calm down.

All right?

Whoever fucked you up, I ain't him.

I, I tried to rob your shop.

Okay, I'm sorry,

but you're not the only one with a fucked up life.

My life's fucked up too,

except you don't see me playing victim.

- No, that's 'cause you're too busy taking.

That's what you do.

You're just so busy taking.

You take and you take and you take!

- All right, calm down. - That's what all you do!

You just keep taking!

That's what the fuck you do! - Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Please don't. Don't.

Let me help you.

You need help, Angie.

You need some real world class therapy

and, and some good weed

so you could calm the fuck down.

Wait, wait, wait.

Chill the fuck out.

Please, please. You don't wanna do this.

Calm down!

Oh, fuck.

You fucking with me?

Hmm.

Wait, what you doing?

- She just landed her first magazine cover last month.

Today we are joined by none other than Paige Anthony,

a beauty ambassador, and a real rags to riches story.

Tell me, what advice would you want to give

to the young girls that are growing up

in your old neighborhood?

- Like I always say,

where you're at in life is a direct reflection

of how hard you work and how bad you want it.

I know a lot of people in my neighborhood

that have gotten a lot of opportunities,

but they just didn't work hard enough.

My advice for the young

would be don't let anything stop you.

- Shit. Who is it?

- Mrs. Thompson, I'm Detective Nate Sanborn.

You mind if I speak with you for a minute?

- Dude, would you put that shit away?

You gonna have folks thinking I'm a snitch, man.

Oh, no, no.

Where's Angie?

- Ma'am, please calm down.

I'm sure she's fine.

I was hoping she was here.

- Nah, man, she ain't here.

She said she was gonna be spending the night

at one of her friend's house.

- Can I come in?

- Sure.

- Thank you.

- Motherfucker.

- We pulled the name from the prints. Bad news.

This guy finished a bit at Folsom a few years back

and well, it looks like he's itching to go back.

- Well, I certainly hope

you are good at your job, detective,

'cause Angie ain't built for no stalking ass maniac.

That child is scared to death of men.

- Yeah, well you could have fooled me

'cause I hear she really lit into him at the salon.

- Ooh.

- Your daughter seems like a pretty tough girl.

- Oh, for real though? - Oh, for real though.

- Well, let me ask you something.

When you were at that scene,

did Angie talk to you or was there somebody else?

Hmm? Maybe a woman.

- Well, come to think of it,

my partner Detective Hart is the only one.

- A woman? - Yeah.

- Okay. Well, ain't that some shit, huh?

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

She can talk to everybody else, but she can't talk to you.

Come on, man.

- If you don't mind me asking, ma'am,

what happened to her?

- Man, that girl, don't tell me shit.

But there was a party, mm-hmm.

There was a shooting at a party

that she snuck into a few years ago.

Now, I don't know if she knew that dude that got shot,

but ever since then,

that girl has been off her fucking rocker, okay?

Bipolar and shit.

- She getting any help?

- I tried to file for disability with the state.

But you know how the government is.

They didn't gimme shit.

- No, no. I'm talking about therapy.

- Man, Black folks don't do no damn therapy.

What that girl need is a reality check, aight?

Man, I sacrificed everything for that child.

I gave up my whole life.

And every time I see her,

I realize that she is just wasting

the opportunity that I gave her.

But here I am living in a shithole, working a dead end job.

All because I wanted her to have her own opportunity.

- Okay, well, if I get any more updates,

I'll be sure to send Detective Hart over instead.

As a matter of fact,

do you have the address to Angie's friend's house?

- We share an Uber account.

Maybe you can find something off there.

- I'd appreciate it.

- All right.

- I know you're here

so you might as well turn on the light.

This how you get your kicks?

Watching me sleep?

Look, I just want to talk.

Okay?

I'm bored as shit down here.

Look, you got questions, I got questions.

Am I right?

- I should just call the cops and take my chances.

- You are confusing as hell.

What the fuck do you want?

- Nobody's ever asked me that before.

I wanna be able to walk down a sidewalk.

When a man walks down the sidewalk, I cross the street.

I order my groceries online.

I can't even go to a stupid block party with my friends.

- So you have a fear of men, huh?

I guess that means you're a virgin.

So how come you can sit down here talking to me?

What?

Did this fix you

having a man all locked up and shit?

Harmless?

- No.

But it's a start.

- Maya Anderson, Detective Sanborn LAPD.

I understand Angie Thompson

is staying with you for the weekend.

I was in the neighborhood.

So figured I'd check in on her.

- Yes, but she's not here right now, so.

- But you have seen her, right?

- Yes. - Hmm.

- But she's just out running errands.

Is there something you want me to tell her?

- Yeah, just ask her to call me.

She's not returning my calls.

- You know, fixing you

is nothing but a psychological process.

Done all the time.

- What the hell does a gang banger

know about a psychological process?

- Homie of mine growing up was scared to death of dogs.

Couldn't even watch a TV show if it had a chihuahua in it.

Got so bad school psychologist

put him in a desensitizing program.

That's what you need.

Plain and simple.

You need to be desensitized.

- It ain't a dog I'm afraid of.

- Ain't it?

Process is the same.

Trick is to do it in little tiny steps.

- That's stupid.

- You think it's stupid?

Then turn the light on and look me in the eye.

Baby step.

Shit before you know it, you'll be giving me a blowjob.

Well.

Yo, I'm playing.

First you'll start with the rub and tug

and then the blowjob.

I am kidding though.

- I've been at this a little bit longer than you

and the first thing you learn,

sometimes you gotta follow your partner's hunches.

You said this case deserves another look

and voila, you were right.

Something is off.

Angie's friend is lying about her whereabouts

and her mother, Denyce?

Oh boy.

She is, she is a piece of work.

At least it was good for an address, right?

- Wait a minute, Denyce?

Denyce.

Oh yeah. See, I knew she looked familiar.

So years ago, back when I was still a beat cop,

there was this girl who was raped at a party.

And I took her home and I met her mother

and her mother, Denyce, was very difficult.

- Wait a minute.

Was there a shooting at that party?

- Yeah, two fatalities. Why?

- Oh, well, her mother seems to think

that that's what knocked her off a rocker.

What's got her scared of men, but you're talking about rape.

Actually, that actually makes a lot more sense.

You think it's the same girl?

- It's her.

I mean, I filed an incident report,

but that was all I could do

because she wouldn't come forward with any allegations.

And when I met her mother, I understood why.

I mean, that child was dealing with so much drama.

- Yeah, well, the last thing that poor girl needs

is to be worried about looking over his shoulder

for another creep in the night.

Let's put her car on the hot sheet.

Maybe she'll turn up.

It's called in as Crenshaw and 43rd.

Alley West of Crenshaw.

- No, I know that.

But in the surveillance footage

I've got like, a block west covered.

I've got a block northeast covered.

There's only like a small segment

that he could have gone through undetected to the south.

- I'll tell you what, partner,

it's better off if he just stays in the wind.

Because if I catch him first.

- You'll what?

What are you gonna do, partner?

- This girl was raped at a party

and then she was robbed at gunpoint.

You're worried about the fucking perp?

These same perps that rob liquor stores and they sell drugs,

but then they get indignant

when we shoot back to protect ourselves

so that we can make it home to our goddamn families.

And then they cry, "Oh yeah, let's defund the police."

- Yeah, I have an idea too.

How about we use our training instead of our inherent bias

before we make a decision about who's an actual threat

and how about we learn the difference

between an eight ounce taser and a two pound firearm

before we pull the trigger.

And then maybe there won't be so many marches

and maybe there won't be so much property damage

and maybe there won't be so much carnage

on the street on both sides, because we all matter.

Right?

- Okay.

- Hello?

- Hey, Carla?

Yeah, it's, it's Denyce, Angie's mom.

- Yeah, yeah, I know who you are.

Is Angie okay?

- Yeah. Yeah, she's good.

Look, I know that Angie talks

to you more than she talks to me.

- Yeah, I wonder why that is.

What's up?

- I'm just trying to extend an olive branch, alright?

I, I was sorry about what happened to your shop

and I just wanted to call and-

- Yeah, thank you.

It would've been way worse

if Angie hadn't stepped in the way she did.

- Oh man.

Carla, Angie ain't exactly the saint

that everybody trying to make her out to be, okay?

The cops told me that she lied

about where she was going this weekend.

So, you know, she ain't answering my calls.

So I was thinking that if you could reach out

and just see if she-

- Yo, Denyce, what is?

Oh, you know what?

I have never understood why you had it in for this girl.

- Oh God. Excuse me?

- Angie has been through more shit than anybody I know.

And yet she comes to work on time

with her head held high like a professional.

I mean, ever since she told me what happened to her

at that party all those years ago with those boys,

I have made it my business

to make sure she always had a steady income

and a safe space to land.

You know, trauma like that can stay with you

for a long, long time.

Trust me, I know.

So I've never understood why is it

she has a living, breathing mother who won't do the same?

- Oh my God.

- Hello?

Denyce, are you there?

- Yeah, I'm here.

- What? You ain't know?

I tell you what.

Don't call me asking

what kind of trouble your daughter is in.

You're her mother.

Why don't you try acting like it and figure this shit out?

- Hey, it's Ang. Leave a message.

- Yo. Angie, it's Carla.

Call me as soon as you get this.

Fuck.

- Hey, it's Ang. Leave a message.

- Angie, this is Detective Hart.

Please gimme a call as soon as possible.

You have the info.

Sanborn, what's up?

- I got something.

Fifth District located Thompson's '71 Chevelle

at a parking meter on Crenshaw & 43rd.

- Okay, that's odd because there's nothing over there.

It's all industrial

- Investigating officers said the car was unlocked

and smelled of booze.

- But why would she leave it there?

- Oh, maybe the car broke down and somebody picked her up.

- And took her where?

- It's late, Sherlock.

Get some shuteye.

We'll hit it hard in the morning.

- Goodnight, partner.

- You ready?

I'm dead ass.

You say you hate feeling this way, so what if it works?

- Fine.

- Okay.

First thing I can't do with sitting on this.

Can I?

I ain't going nowhere.

Oh.

Let's start with you looking at me just for a second.

That's good.

Now let's do it again.

Just don't look away.

Just don't look away.

Look, I'm, I'm chained up 10 feet away.

You know how fast I gotta move to even get to you.

Plus I don't feel like losing my nuts today, so.

So you're safe.

Now move closer to me.

Come on.

You're doing good.

Just a few more feet.

You're doing-

Oh.

You okay?

Seriously, do you need to flash that thing every time?

- I recall you flashing yours every time.

- Can we get passed that? I have.

Now, where were we?

Oh yeah.

Touch me.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Trust me.

- I can't.

- Just what every man wants to hear.

Fine.

Be a weak bitch.

- You got one more time to call me bitch.

- I thought you were tougher, but you're weak as fuck.

Just like every other bitch I know.

Oh, okay.

There you go.

You touched me.

- You tricked me.

- Bingo. I should have been an actor.

Okay, there you go. You're in control.

And that does hurt, by the way.

Hmm.

What are you doing? Don't stop.

- I did it. I did it.

- No you didn't.

You were gonna, but trust me, you didn't do it.

- Carla gave me a job at the salon,

but Denyce still won't let me touch her hair.

Everything was looking up.

But then this guy busted in and tries to rob the shop.

I knew what I had to do.

No one will ever make me and my friends victims, never.

This time I'm in control.

I wonder if we would've been friends in another life.

- What you mean?

You and me?

- I mean, if you hadn't turned out to be you,

if we would've been.

- Turned out to be me?

You judging me?

- No, what I'm, I'm saying

if the circumstances were different-

- What you know about my circumstance?

My circumstance was just like

every other Black boy growing up around here.

Single mom, no father, poor as hell.

Sound familiar?

- That, that's not an excuse for you.

- I don't want to hear shit about no excuse

'cause I ain't give you one.

But how about I give you some facts about my circumstance?

I watched my mom work two jobs to feed me and my sister.

She was never there, so the streets raised us.

See, when you're a boy,

you all worked up with testosterone in your body,

changing you to a man.

You don't know how to channel it.

That's what a father's for, right?

But where he at?

So you wind up looking to your boys for guidance

'cause they dealing with the same shit you dealing with.

So now we raising each other.

We our new family

learning about life and how fucked up it is together.

And you know the worst part?

You stop giving a fuck 'cause you know if you die,

don't nobody care.

Nobody cares, Angie.

Society never really knew you existed in the first place.

So you really ain't got shit to lose.

- That's not true.

We all got something to lose.

You matter.

- I don't matter!

Nobody cares about me, how I feel.

I kept hearing that shit when I was inside.

But ain't shit change.

My boy died in my arms that night.

Chest blown open.

Guts everywhere.

And I'm trying to put him back together.

I'm screaming.

"Somebody help me, help me please."

And nobody came.

Nobody.

They knew I ain't killed nobody.

But they needed a open and shut case.

So just like that, I'm looking at 15 years as an accessory.

I was scared.

So I copped a five year plea to save my life.

But what kind of life I got now, huh?

Look around.

Shit's fucked up.

Shit.

I would've checked out a long time ago

if I ain't have a daughter to worry about

because now I gotta give a fuck

because I brought her into this fucked up world.

- You have a daughter?

- Yeah.

- Deja?

That's a, that's a pretty name.

- Yeah.

She's my world.

And now her mother threatening to move on out the city

if I don't come up with that back child support,

and if I don't guess what?

Back to jail.

It's a fucked up cycle.

- I, I never understand why God puts us in situations

and then just takes away our control.

It's like I, I don't have control of anything.

Not even my own thoughts.

I go from feeling scared,

to pissed off,

to guilty,

and like, maybe it is my fault.

Like, maybe I brought some of this shit on myself.

I feel like I've been waiting my whole life

for somebody to just fix me.

You know? For somebody to just cure me.

- You don't never wait for nobody.

You want something?

You make shit happen on your own.

Ain't that what the good book say?

- Yeah.

- You can't have faith unless you do the work, right?

Yeah, I ain't as dumb as you thought.

- Your hands.

- What about 'em?

- I wanna feel your hands on me.

- Well, you gonna have to take these off.

What's wrong?

- You and your friends, you raped me.

- Me and my friends?

What are you talking about, Angie?

- You! - What the?

- Stop! - What the fuck, Angie?

What the fuck, Angie?

I don't, what are talking about?

What are you talking about?

- It was you! It was you!

- Calm down.

Angie, come on, talk to me.

- Your tattoo!

- Hey Sanborn, meet me at Vanity Fair.

- Angie.

I done some fucked up things in my life,

but I ain't never raped nobody.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on. Put the gun away.

I ain't do shit to you.

- Get on your knees. - What?

- And cover your eyes.

- I'm not, I'm not getting on my knees, Angie.

- Do it now!

- I, I, I can't, I'm not gonna get on my knees.

I'll do-

Fuck!

Calm the fuck down.

Okay? Put the goddamn gun away.

- It was you.

- What are you talking about?

- That night in Crenshaw.

At the house party 10 years ago.

You danced with me that night.

I told you that my name was-

- Candy.

- That was you.

Angie, Angie, you don't understand.

That night I left. I wasn't there.

- Say what you did.

- Sway.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Please, please, please, please, please.

It wasn't me.

I wasn't there, but I know who did it.

- I hope you rot in hell.

Please.

- I'm sorry, Angie. - Please.

- I had no idea what they'd do that night.

My whole crew got these tats.

I would never do anything like that to you or anybody.

But the piece of shit who did, he got shot that night.

He's dead.

He got what he deserved.

- Please, please.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

- Tie your ankles together. - What?

- I need to get outta here, please.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- And your hands.

Let's go. Come on, please.

- I believe you.

You don't have to do it, I really...

- Angie, you were right.

If circumstances were different,

we would've been friends.

- What are you doing? No, you don't.

- I'm sorry.

- Freeze, you son of a bitch!

Drop the gun! Now!

Listen to me, I need you to put your hands up

and drop the gun!

- It's not what you think.

- I will end you. Put it down.

- Just let her explain please. - Drop it!

- It's not even, it's not even loaded.

It's not loaded. Please.

- No!

Oh my God! What did you do?

Sorry, sorry.

Oh shit. Oh my God.

Help him! Help him, please!

- Sam 47, shots fired.

2345 West Crenshaw.

- You better.

Please stay with me, please.

- What's going on? - I don't know.

Especially because it is my shop.

- Ma'am, stay behind the tape. - I own this.

Can you at least tell us right now what's going on in there?

- Ma'am, ma'am.

- I need to know. - Get out of my way!

- Angie! - Please stop.

- I know you, right?

- My baby! Angie!

Angie! Oh my God!

Oh my God.

Are you okay? Are you okay?

Oh my God, honey, I am so sorry.

- He didn't deserve that.

- That's her mama and that's my shop, shit.

Please, please.

- I was your mom.

I was supposed to protect you and I didn't.

Honey, you didn't deserve any of this.

So please, if you give me a second chance,

I promise you.

I promise you I won't need a third.

I promise you.

- Behind the yellow tape!

- Angie, oh my God!

I was worried to death about you.

- I'm okay. I'm okay.

I'm so sorry. I should've called.

I'm okay, but they shot him.

- Keep pressure on the wound.

Clear a path. Come on, move.

We need to start two large four IVs

and drop a thousand milligrams of TSA, ASAP.

- He'll be fine.

- Ms. Thompson, I'll have to take an official statement.

- No, no, no, no.

What you gonna do is get a woman

to take a statement, all right?

Because she has been through enough as it is.

- It's okay, Mom.

I can handle it.

- So tell me what happened here.

- Angie.

Everybody will understand.

- Never let one day define you.

If the week resets on Sunday, so can you.