Original subtitles

[Man] All right, we gonna set this off, you know what I'm sayin',

for this New Jersey Drive joint.

All right! [tires screeching]

[Officer] How you doin'?

[indistinct chatter]

[Guard] Third one on your left. Enjoy your stay.

[banging]

[yelling, chattering]

[Narrator] I remember when my moms used to always talk about...

how she wanted to live in peace somewhere.

For her, it wasn't about cars, money or a new house.

She just wanted to be able to live somewhere where it was quiet,

calm and peaceful.

That was a long time ago.

I remember when me and Midget was just little kids.

We used to watch his older brothers go out and snatch a car...

just for joyrides around the block.

[car alarm sounding]

We couldn't wait 'til it was our turn to get behind the wheel.

[alarm stops, engine starting]

It didn't matter what it was.

I could've been a Lexus, a Camry, a Ford.

Didn't matter. It was all good.

[Radio announcer] It's become a tradition in this city of half a million souls.

The reasons are many.

But whatever the reasons,

Newark, New Jersey, has become car-theft capital of the world.

On a nightly basis, you'll find the streets alive...

with the sounds of engines screaming...

and carloads of kids in flashy imports...

racing down alley and avenues, acting out their anger.

[Narrator] By the time we got back on Harpoon Ave.,

everybody had a ride.

Jamal, Ritchie, P-Nut, Tiny Dime, everybody.

We was just out there puttin' on a show.

Blowin' up the spot.

[indistinct chatter]

What's up?

[girls chattering]

You ain't called me. What's up?

♪♪ [rap, lyrics indistinct]

♪♪ [continues]

♪♪ [continues]

[police sirens wailing]

♪ [rap]

[Narrator] It was about 3:00 in the morning when I hooked up with Ron Q.

We had nothing special in mind. Just a stereo and a 440 under the hood.

She was live, right.Right.

Motherfuckers I hadn't seen in years out there wreckin' shit.

Turned out phat,though.Hell, yeah. Yeah.

You see the five-o. Niggas is buggin'.

Tryin' to roll up on niggas from all four sides and shit.

I definitely had to bail out.

Motherfuckers tried to roll up on me.

I had to show them motherfuckers mad skills, boy.

Left them motherfuckers in the dust.

[laughing]

[Officer] Heads up, heads up, fellas. Here we go.

You heard about that nigga, Troy?What, that he got sent up?

Yo, that man gonna do mad time, B.

[Officer] Look lively, you're up.Let's get ready, guys.

[Officer] Roscoe, that's your car.Motherfucker!

If I ever see another judge, my ass is out. I might as well start packin' it up.

Don't be sweatin' that. It ain't no thing.

They send you up, you do your time, that's all.

Front left. Go!

[gunshot, tire blows]Oh, shit. What the fuck was that, man?

[Ron Q] Hold on. Let me pull this shit over.

[Officer] That's a bull's-eye, buddy. [laughing]

[Officer] One for the good guys.

[gunshot]Oh, shit!

[yelling] Holy shit, man!

Oh, shit!Come on!

[sirens wailing]

Get up!I'm shot, yo.

They went up on this street.

[Officer] Get a light down there.

[Radio dispatcher] Units 5 and 6, we have reports of shots fired in your area.

Units 5 and 6, please respond.

You all right, man? You all right, right?

They shot me. They goddamn shot me.We gotta go upstairs.

Look at this shit. I'm fucked!

Aw, man, you got to go upstairs, man.No, man, chill!

Come on, let's go upstairs, man. Get real.No, shh, shh!

Come on, man! Let's go! Get up, man!

Get up, man! You got to go to a hospital, man!

I can't.Where are the keys at?

What the fuck happened to you?They shot him, man.

Who shot him? Who shot him?

Police. The police!

For what?We was just walkin'. We was just walkin'.

And they shot you just for walkin'?

What the fuck! [shouting]

Get him up! Take him upstairs!

Get him-- pick him the fuck up! Pick him up!

[Jay] They hit Ronnie with something nasty.

He kept telling me he didn't want to go upstairs,

'cause his moms would kill him for gettin' shot.

[Radio announcer] ...the ongoing tensions between police and Newark car thieves.

Last night 17-year-old Ronald Lambs was shot and critically wounded...

while sitting in a stolen car in Newark.

A police statement claimed the officers were fired upon first...

after they ordered the youth to surrender.

There have been reports the car belonged to a Newark policeman.

Many residents in the area are convinced...

that the police shot Mr. Lambs out of revenge.

No weapon has been found.

[indistinct chatter]

They was squattin' up there waitin' for us.

I'm tellin you, man, shots was goin' off, glass was flyin'.

Shit hit the fan, man. I'm tellin' you.

I don't know how my man got by. They turned the nigga out.

Straight up cold.Them motherfuckin' police put a bullet in that nigga's ass.

That's my man too. We need to check that nigga out.

Let's check that nigga out today. You know what I'm sayin'?

I'll bring the buddha and we'll get that nigga.

Look what they did to Pico. Five-o put caps in that nigga's back for no reason.

Hit my man with somethin' nasty.Black man. Know what I'm sayin'?

Talking about my man had a gun. My man ain't had no gun. You know what I'm sayin'?

It's open season on a black man out here, I'm gonna tell you.

Fuck that "open season" shit. You know what I'm sayin'?

Fuck that. You gotta be quicker than them motherfuckers.

You know what I'm sayin'?

You're quicker than a Smith & Wesson, ain't you, motherfucker?

Fuck the motherfucker Smith & Wesson.

'Bout time, we start cappin' niggas anyway. You know what I'm saying?

That's what you're gonna do? I thought you knew.

My heart don't pump no lemonade out.

[indistinct chatter]Yo, here come Coreen.

Hey. Yeah, yeah.

So come here for a minute.

[indistinct chatter]

You go, girl.I'm talkin' to you. Come here.

All right.

All right.

[Jay narrating] Next day, they put on a little show of their own for us.

Flexing their muscles.

Trying to let everybody know who's in charge.

You're always coming around. It's like a little war we got right here in our own backyard.

[Woman] Why don't you go back to your own neighborhood? And there was always one...

who seemed to like his job a little bit too much.

I know him. Roll him.

Let me see his face. Let me see his face. Roll him.

What's goin' on, man? Yo!

What the fuck is wrong with you-all?Why you stressin' my man?

Yo, what's up with you police?

Why you pullin' on him like that?

You-all like shootin' people now, right?

Why don't you shoot one of us?

[Officer] We might.You might?

Yo, you're gonna have to shoot us all, punk ass!

Sellout motherfucker.

[Officer on radio] We're holding them now. Please check for warrants.

I thought that they was gonna snuff you or somethin'.

You know what's up with him, right?

That nigga know he saw me. Fuck it, man.

Put some money on it. That's the motherfucker shot Ron.

[Jay] I hadn't seen my mom since the day before.

What's up, Mama? So I knew she'd be angry.

My little sister was good at lettin' her know my business.

Now, sit down.

I didn't say go in there. I said sit down.

What's up, Ma?Sit down.

What's up?What's up with you?

Don't eat all them.

I ain't."I ain't"?

I'm not, Ma.

You know Ronnie Lambs in the hospital?

Yeah, I know.

You know what happened to him?

Yeah, I know about that.

Of course you do. Were you with him?

No, I wasn't with him.

Oh, you weren't there?

Then how you know about it then?

He told me about it last night.

Oh, you just heard about it?

I heard about something too.

These police aren't gonna play with you anymore.

You know, they shot that kid for no reason?

Oh, you need a reason to get shot nowadays, Jason?

I don't think so.

Look at me.

I don't wanna get that call, okay?

Now, you stay away from those police, because they will use their guns.

What the hell happened to you?

You want something?

Nugget said you was with that nigga when they shot him.

Fuck Nugget know?

You see that ring he bought her?

Yeah, I saw it.

He better not try and marry her.

He will.

- Well, I ain't livin' with him. - Are you done already?

Am I done? You got that magazine there actin' like you can read or something.

Am I done?I can kick your little ass. Go upstairs.

What's wrong with you? Yeah, okay, whatever, Jason.

Fuckin' sticks and bones. I'm about to break that ass.

[pounding]

Hello, young lady. And what would your name be?

Ma!

[Radio dispatcher] We have the description.

Plate number Robert-Harvey-Thomas, 3-3-9.

Driver is a male black, late teens.

Red hood, white pants.

Last seen in the vicinity of North Bergen.

Did you know he had stolen the car?

I knew it wasn't Ron Q's.

Did he tell you he had stolen it?

No, we was just ridin'. If it was stolen, it was stolen.

Made no difference to you?

No.

Now, did you hear any gunshots?

Yeah, I heard gunshots.

And how many did you think you heard?

I didn't think. I know I heard four shots.

Now, did you see anybody shooting?

I mean, anybody actually firing a weapon.Did I see the police shoot him?

Did you?

The police was the only ones out there.

Was there a gun? Who had the gun?

Ain't nobody had no guns.

What about Ronnie?

Ain't nobody had no guns.

You didn't see him with a gun earlier in the evening?

No.

Were you with him earlier in the evening?Yeah.

Well, no. I don't know.

I know ain't nobody had no gun, and the police shot him.

But he might've had one and not told you?

I can see what y'all want, but ain't nobody had no guns.

That's all I got to say about it.

Do you think you can identify the officer you saw firing his weapon?

[Jay] So they had me in there all morning.

Asking me questions.

Talking like there's gonna be an investigation or something.

Come on, man. What they gonna do?

Lock up some cop for me?

[Man] Look at this brother.[Man] You think he's sleeping, man?

My man ain't even breathing, man.

Wake up. Hey, Ron.

This nigga's dead. Word up, yo.

Nah, man.

I'm alive, motherfucker. What you think, man?

Yo, how you feel, Q? You feel all right?

Yeah, man, I'm all right. I'm all right.

That shit hurt, Q? I know that shit hurt.

It felt like a truck or shit, man.

'Cept now they got me on heroin or some shit.

[Man in cap] You high as hell, right?

You know you made the news, right?True.

Word up.

To tell you the truth, I don't give fuck about all that.

All I wanna do is get the fuck out of here.

Straight up, B.

[Jay] My court dates were so backed up that week,

I hardly had any time left for school.

Sometimes you had to stand around all morning when you got there.

And you always run into a familiar face.

[Judge] Okay, counsel. I have to tell you.

I don't see any circumstances in this particular case...

that would warrant me to dismiss these charges.

Any other investigations and pending legal action...

has no bearing on the charges presented in this court.

Mr. Petty, you're now going to see more of Mr. McHenry.

I sentence you to two years probation.

If you come before me again, I'll have no choice...

but to send you to the Franklin James Burke School For Boys.

Have you heard about that institution?

Yes, sir.I thought so.

In a year, you'll have the privileges of an adult.

Now, if you continue on this trend,

I'll have no choice but to sentence you to serve time there.

Now, let me just add this.

I've seen far too many young men such as yourself come before me...

in these last 12 years since I've had the privilege of sitting at this bench.

Far too many young men.

Now, society tells us that these young men are criminals,

hoodlums, animals.

What I see every day are confused children...

trying to find their way through a harsh and unforgiving world.

[Jay] Back at school, I had to wait outside a half an hour...

because the metal detectors weren't working.

Then somebody pulled the fire alarm.

At that point, I just called it a day.

So what are they doin'?Fuckin' with me. Givin' me the runaround.

Police tried to smoke me. Tryin' lock me up.

Well, you know it ain't the first time.

You should see Ron Q.

You lucky you ain't in the hospital right with him.

Lucky I ain't dead, man. Fuck the hospital.

What's up? What happened to you?

You stay away from them.

What's up, girl?Hey, Tiny.

How you doin'?Ain't nobody avoiding you, Midget.

I'm sayin' in that top, you got it goin' on.

Yeah, and you can't do nothin' with it, Tiny.

I want to get with you, girl.Stop playin' yourself.

Why don't you come for a ride with us?I ain't goin' with you.

Come on, man.[Tiny] Yo, I'm just sayin'--

I don't believe you're gonna leave me for them.

[Tiny] I'll let you sit on my lap.You comin'?

[Coreen] No. You're gonna leave me and go with them?

[Tiny] Motherfucker's in. I don't believe you.

Yo, Midget.

[Tiny] Midget, get in the fuckin' car!

♪ [rap]

[indistinct chatter]

What's up? What's up? Niggas comin' through, man.

What's up with that party?

I understand, I understand. This shit is butter.

You should've seen it. You know what I'm sayin'?

This nigga was like, yo, blam, blam, blam!

Hey, yo, five-o, you-all!Shit, five-o.

Fuck that shit. Come on!

- [laughing] - Asshole!

[tire blows]Yo, yo, yo. Yo, what's up, man?

Yo, yo, Midget, check that shit, man.

Shit! Man, come on![sirens wailing]

Let's move! Let's be out of here!

[Radio dispatcher] They're on Grant heading north.

[Jay] Yo, yo, yo, look at Robert playin' that shit for Bo.

What up, fools?

P-Nut in the house!What's up, baby?

Yo, what up, kid?

You can't drive.[Midget] That boy ain't got no skills.

Can't drive. Motherfucker can't drive.Can't drive, baby.

[Roscoe] Okay, I've got a live one here. Headin' south on 14th.

Gray Honda Accord.

[Radio dispatcher] Roger. Do you have plate ID on that?

[Roscoe] All right, I'm comin' up. Comin' up.

Plate A-G-B-8-3-2.

[Radio dispatcher] Apple-Gary-Baker, 8-3-2. I copy.

Oh, shit, we got fuckin' five-o on our back! Come on.

All right, he's bailin'. I'm goin', I'm goin'.

South on 14th. South on 14th.[siren wailing]

- Yo, that's that Moscow cat. - Be out, be out, be out!

[siren wailing]

[Tiny] Sucker's stayin' on me.Shit.

[tires screeching]

[Radio dispatcher] Unit 6 is in pursuit.

[laughing]

[honking]

Yo, yo, yo, get down!

[Jay] Go, go, go!

- Oh, shit! - [tires screeching]

[yelling]

Yo, is that your fuckin' brother, man? Huh?

[laughing][Midget] Come on, come on!

Yo, be out, be out, man!

They're comin', man, comin', man!

Shit, man!

[laughing][Midget] Shit, motherfucker, man!

Ah, shit.

Goddamn.

[indistinct chatter]

You owe me money. Come here.

Nah, nah, don't be tryin' to pal me up, nigga. Where my money?

What's up?This is not a fuckin' drag strip, you understand?

This is my groove. Don't fuck with my groove, nigga!

I'm tired of you punks comin' out with this bullshit.

This ain't no fuckin' car race.

Take that shit back to Avon Street, faggot!Let's bounce.

Yeah, bounce, motherfucker. Bounce or getbounced, punk.

Broke-ass niggas!You watch yourself and your trick-ass bitches.

Yeah, all right, all right.

Why don't you get a job, motherfucker? Be all you can be.

♪ [hip-hop]

[indistinct chatter]

Bingo.

Yo, I'm going to get the buddha. Who's comin' with me?

[Midget] We'll be right here, man.You gonna be here?

[Roscoe] Okay, Phil, I got 'em...

in front of the Chinese joint on South Towne.

Roger that. I see 'em.

All right, who got loot?

Come on, man.Here, here.

Five dollars? What am I gonna get with five dollars?

Fuck more you want?You all wanna get the phillie?

Two of 'em.

Here, here. Go feed your family why you're at it.

You never got no money, man.

You'll be here when I get back, right?

[Midget] Where we gonna go?Just be here, all right?

Five fuckin' dollars. What the fuck is wrong with this nigga?

[siren wailing]

Holy shit!

[Officer] What are you doin'? Get out of the fuckin' car!

[car alarm]Freeze, motherfucker!

Fuck you, nigga! [sirens wailing]

[Officer] Stay back!

Get them back. Get back! Get 'em back!

Keep the fuck away!

[Roscoe] Get them back.

[Roscoe] Joe, get over here.

Come on. Is he all right in there?

I'll call it in. Get an ambulance down here.

[Radio dispatcher] Confirm an ambulance to the corner of North 8th and Ocean Avenue.

Damn!

What up?What up, you-all?

[Jay] What's up, man.Chillin'.

Why'd you get out of there so early?

I couldn't take lookin' at him like that, man. I couldn't.

I couldn't see him like that, man.

You seen Tiny, man? That shit ain't even look like him, bro.

Word up. No bullshit.Yo, what?

[Man] I'm tellin' you--Why you buggin', man?

I ain't buggin', I'm just sayin'--Show some respect, kid.

Man, his family right here, man.

I got love for the critter and all, but he just looked messed up.

[Man] Like he just--His people is out here, man.

Man, come on, man.

I'm just sayin' he looked messed up.

I'm just sayin' he looked like he got fucked up. Something's wrong with you.

Stop cursing out here.Something is seriously wrong with you.

[Man] Hey, whatever. I'm just sayin'--

[Jay] Ritchie, what's your problem? Here comes Tiny's mom.

[Coreen] Oh, shi--

Don't worry about it, man. Don't worry about it.

[Jay] Shit don't make no sense, man.

We're gonna miss you, Tiny.

They just don't give a fuck about us, man.

That shit's gonna come back around.

That's gonna come back around.

Shit shouldn't have happened, man. Should not have happened.

[siren wailing]

What's up, man?

Don't move, kid.

What the fuck is this, man?

Shit, man.

Let's go.

Fuck.

Yo, my man.

Y'all be the lucky one.

You're the wrong black male.

Too bad too.

I was kinda lookin' forward to spending a little time with you.

Maybe become friends. You know what I mean?

These things on kinda tight, huh?Yeah.

Usually you people start hollerin' holy hell, huh?

Shit, look at that.

They cut through your skinny little wrists.

Are you done, man? Can I bounce?No, you can't bounce.

Let me ask you something. You know what a grand jury is?

You ever hear of a grand jury?Nah, I don't know what a grand jury is.

Well, when questions come-- and questions will come--

just remember who your friends are, okay?

That's you, right?Yeah, that's right. That's me.

Now I can bounce, man?Yeah, get out of here.

Hey, Jason.

Oh, shit, man.

That's so you stay the fuck away from grand juries.

You've been fightin' with somebody?No.

Somebody hit you there?No.

The bruise just didn't crawl there on its own.How you know that?

Excuse me?

[sighs]

Slappin' me in the backseat of the car, man.

Yeah, man.

Get out of the car and this fool ass tried to snuff me, man.

Yeah.

- What's up, Clean? - Yeah. Hold on.

- What's up? - Your moms want me to talk to you.

Yo. You're coming over here, right?

Get off the phone.

Listen, I'll see you when you get here.

What's up, man? What you want?

- Your moms want me to talk to you, man. - About what?

We're not no fools.

We know all about you and your boys and your activities.

You ain't got to worry about that, not even if it was your business.

No, now it is my business.

I am makin' it my business. You got a problem with that?

You're funny, man.No, I'm not funny and I ain't laughin'.

This ain't no damn game.

I ain't playin' no game.I ain't either.

And if you think you can live here, run in and out as you please,

get locked up in and out of jail all the time,

then you expect us to come and get your ass out?

You got another thing comin', man.

No, man, you can just stop the bus right there, man.

I ain't tryin' to hear that. I'm not tryin' to hear that.

Listen, man, I don't need no daddy, all right?

I got my own life. Just know that, all right? Yeah, right.

[honking horn]Yo, Jay!

What's up, nigga?

[Midget] Hey, yo!

Come out here, boy. What's up?

What up, man?There he go. There's my boy.

Jay. Lookin' great.

Ah, get outta here.

What's up, man?What they do to you?

He snuffed me, man. Blindside. Sucker, man. For real.

Yeah, I told you.

They tryin' to lynch a black man.

I'm tellin' you, man. [Mother] Jason!

Ah, shit, Ma is gonna ding that ass.

- She's tripped up. - [Mother] Kyle.

Get that car out of here, or I'm gonna call the police.

[Jay] Mom, I'm just talkin' to them.

No, you can get inside! And you, you can get the hell out of here with the car too!

Can I chill with them for a minute?

No, you're not just chillin' with nobody! I don't see you movin'!

Excuse me. Excuse me, Mom, I'm talkin' to my friends.

Can I talk to my friends? No, you ain't talkin' to no damn body!

Get inside, goddamn it!

You-all ain't fuckin' goin' nowhere. What's the matter with you?

- What's the matter-- - Oh!

Don't you ever use that kind of language with me.

You still here?

Nah, nah, we out.Whatever, we out.

Whatever. Okay.[Midget] Put some ice on that, baby.

We see you on the block, baby.

[laughing] Oh, shit.

You're worried about Roscoe? You better be worried about your mom.

[laughing]

[indistinct talking]

[Mother, boyfriend talking]

[Jay] I crashed at Midget's crib a couple times before.

It's all right when it's just him and his grandmoms.

But when all his brothers are out of jail at the same time,

House-motherfuckin'-rules! it's a different story.

All pushes go to the motherfuckin' dealer.

Five-card Charlie automatically wins.

Let me finish with the rules, cause I don't wanna bust your ass in your house.

And every time I win, I fuck somebody in your family.

Ah, shit, that ain't fair. All your motherfuckin' family up in Rahway.

[laughter] Look like a California raisin with a T-shirt.

Look at these motherfuckers.Yo, Mighty.

Yo, what up?Can you loan me five dollars?

Who the fuck I look like? I ain't got no money.

Man, the whole motherfuckin' family broke. Y'all motherfuckers just broke.

Didn't I tell you this motherfucker look like Alien?

Yo, Wonder Woman called. She wants her sweatpants back. [laughing]

Yo, fuck you-all, man.

[Brother] Ah, man, stop clownin'. Who's these motherfuckers?

Yo, what the fuck is this, man?

Auto--what?That's shit I need for school.

You got to read this?

Think I'm gonna be on the street with you the rest of my life, man?

I don't know what you be thinkin', man. Whatever.

Who you think you're gonna be workin' for, man?

Some white motherfucker driving a Lexus while your ass is still taking the bus?

Yeah, man. Can I put this here?

Yeah, right down there.

I seen one of them motherfuckers just yesterday, man.

That motherfucker popped the locks on his Benz soon as he seen me coming.

I'm thinkin' "That motherfucker don't even deserve that car."

You should've took it, man. I know, man. I felt like it.

I know more about that car than that old man did.

You know everything, man.

That's the kind of motherfucker you're gonna be working for.

And they're gonna be making mad loot off your sweat and your knowledge.

- What you doin', man? - Say what?

- I'm lookin' for my scissors. - In my bag you're looking for your scissors?

- Nigga, I wasn't in your bag. - You was in my bag, man.

I wasn't in your bag. You calling me a liar, black man?

Don't call me no motherfuckin' liar, all right?

All right. Fuck you. Just get out of here, man. Fuck you!

I'm lookin' for my shit, and it was up in here.

All right. Just bounce. Get out of here, man.

Punk-ass bitch!

What this nigga think he doin'?

Oh, boy, somethin' ain't right.

What's up, dude?What up?

Chillin'. What the fuck is this you ridin' on?

It's little somethin'.Is this how you livin'?

What's up? Why are you talkin' that shit?

Oh, shit. Look at this motherfucker.

You walkin', motherfucker. Don't see you ridin'.

I wouldn't ride this bullshit. [laughing]

What's up, man? You can haul ass.

Out here slingin' your thing, man. Who you out here slinging' for?

What you say? This nigga.

What's up? You know what I'm sayin'?

I gots to get mines, nigga. You know what I'm sayin'?

Motherfucker, get a real job.

Get out of here. You niggas don't know what's up.

You know what I'm sayin'? I gots to get mine.

Bullshit. You know what I'm sayin'?

[gunshots]

[indistinct chattering]

[indistinct comment]

Where we at, man?That's a good question.

Where the fuck are we? What the fuck are we looking for anyway?

This nigga he got us out here--

Yo, yo, yo, there you go.

Yeah, there it is. Right there.

[Ritchie] Oh, no. No, you ain't.

You ain't gonna get no money for no cop car.

It ain't about the money, you ignorant motherfucker.

[Ritchie] Hurry up.

Yo, man, fuck that. Let me drive this motherfucker.

It's why these motherfuckers can't catch us.I'll make this shit go.

You motherfuckers want me to make this shit go?

Go, motherfucker. Don't talk about it. Be about it.

All right. Motherfuckers, get the fuck out of my way right the fuck now.

[siren wailing]

Come on. Ah, shit. There you go.

Get the fuck out of my way.

[Midget] Shit. Yo, yo, check this out. Look at these motherfuckers.

Ah, you gonna mess with them critters?

I'm gonna fuck with these motherfuckers. All right, watch.

Check this out. Check this shit out.

[siren chirps] [Ritchie] Get on the speaker.

[loudspeaker] All right, pal. Pull it over.

Pull it over.

[Midget] Watch this.

[laughing]

I see those beers there. Don't try to throw them out now.

It's too late. All right, guys, put your motherfuckin' hands in the air.

[laughing]

Get 'em in the air. Now, damn it, now!

You, driver, step away from the car, please.

Step away from the car.

Come on, come on. That's it. Come on out. Come on out.

Don't look at me. What are you looking at? Get your hands up now!

Look like they're from Happy Daysand shit.

Okay, all of you, get out of the car.

Come on. Get those hands in the air!

Reach for the sky, bucko!

Oh, shit!

Hey, hey, hey! Put that beer down.

Get those hands in the air now. Get 'em up! Up!

You guys are in a whole heap of trouble.

Put your hands on the car now. Put 'em on the car! Come on.

Okay, okay.

You have the right to be stupid and geek motherfuckers.

[laughing]

Okay, guys. Carry on. Have a nice day.

Stupid motherfuckers. [laughing]

Look, baby, you ain't got nothing to worry about here.

Look, you don't need to be chasin' after the boy.

I'd give him some room if I was you.

- Where you goin'? - I'm going to get something to drink.

No, no, no. Go back to your room. I'll bring it to you.

See, ma? That's what I'm talkin' about.

Every time I want to do something, you gotta be all in my business.

Every time Jason does something, it's okay.

He's out on the street doing whatever and you don't know where he is.

Do you?Jackie, shut up and go back to your room.

Why do I have to go to my room? I'm the good one.

- Shut up. - I'm the one in the house. I'm always in my room.

If you look for me, I'm in my room 24/7.

Anybody want Jackie, Jackie's in her room.

You bitchin'.

You crazy? That's my dough, man. I did the locks.

[arguing continues]

Yo, yo, crazy nigga's down. What up, what up?

What's up, man? Is y'all niggas crazy, man?

Is y'all motherfuckers crazy?What you talkin' about?

I'm talkin' about boostin' that cop car, kid.

Don't act like you ain't know, motherfuckers.

Who told you that?Tell this motherfucker.

That big-head nigga Ritchie told us.

Ritchie been talkin' mad shit. Mad shit.

That's all right, though. We still cool.

We cool, but you all gots to watch the fuck out...

if you gonna play that rebel outlaw shit.

You know what I'm sayin'? Rebel outlaw motherfuckers.

We see y'all niggas. Peace out, baby.

Let's bounce, man. Chill, yo.

[Jay] I told you that nigga had a big mouth.

[Midget] I'm gonna tell that motherfucker myself.

Still fuckin' with these toy-ass niggas.

I'm sayin, man--Oh, shit!

What the fuck is this, man?

Freeze, motherfucker! Hands! Let me see your hands!

Get out of the car!Shut the fuckin' car off! Get out and eat dirt!

Get on the fuckin' ground! All right, down on the ground!

Eat some fuckin' dirt, peckerhead!

Get up, fat boy!

Let's go. Come on. All right, let's go.

There's the big guy. There he is.

You fuckin' like takin' cop cars, huh?

Get in the car.Get the fuck in the car!

[Radio announcer] Police in Newark were out in full force today...

rounding up suspected car thieves.

Next time you fuck with me, I'll blow your fuckin' head off.

They were trying to find out just who it was...

that stole one of their cruisers the night before last.

Word up, man! I know my rights!

Yo, I want my fuckin' lawyer now!

Down the stairs!

Come on now!

I want my motherfuckin' phone call so I can have my lawyer here!

[Officer] Listen, let's keep it down. Let's try to keep it down.

We'll get this over with as quickly as possible.

Don't worry about it? Listen.

Cooperate with me, and we're out of here a little sooner than a little later.

Let's start with you.

Can you hurry this up, man?What's your name?

Deez.Deez what?

Deez Nuts, man. Spelled, N-U-T--

Thank you very much for your cooperation. Thank you very much.

You look a little brighter to me, son.

Let's not play any games. What's your name?Yo, Charles.

Charles what?Charles Manson.

Game player, huh?

That's what you like to do? Waste time?

'Cause that's all this is, I can ID you in a second. All it is is a pain in my ass.

Tommy, ring a bell?They all look the same to me.

Richie, he look familiar? Never seen him.

Why do you want to play like that, my friend, huh?

All I did is ask you your name.

Do you want to play games?

All right,

we'll play games.

Play my game.

Have a nice day.

Ha-ha.

[officers laughing]

What's up? Why you gotta fuck--

I want a fuckin' lawyer. Get the fuck off me!

[Roscoe] Hey, sarge, do me a favor.

Give this to Lenny. I left it here the other day.All right.

Listen, Roc. You may recognize this package in the back.

Hey, hey! Look who it is.

My little man.

What's up with you, man?

What's this? You've been tellin' us lies?

Hey,

you have any idea how much trouble you're in? Hmm?

I mean, has anyone come by and told you...

how much trouble you're in, huh?

You gonna tell me, right?

Yeah, I'm gonna tell you.

Want some?

[sighs]

Come on, man. Come on.

Come on, man. What's that, man?

That's what that is. You know what your problem is?

I'm gonna tell you what your problem is.

You got nobody watchin' your back now. That's your problem.

And that's not good. Not fuckin' good.

Because anything, anything can happen in this big, bad motherfuckin' world.

So when people come around and start asking you all kinds of questions...

about a fuckin' grand jury and shit like that, you got remember one thing.

And what is that, huh? What is that one thing?

Come on. Tell me. What is that one thing, huh?

Sorry. I didn't hear you.

Fuck you, man.

Keep in touch, kid.

Damn.

Another day in jail?

What?

You spend another night in that place?

Where you hear that?

I got my connections.

Oh, you do?

I'd like to think I can find out when I got a son in jail.

It wasn't that. They just bagged a whole bunch of us just for show.

Except they added another court date to your collection.

They told you that?They sure did.

It don't mean nothin'. It don't mean nothin'.

Doesn't mean anything.

Have you kept your word, Jason?

Have you?

Have you been goin' to school?

I can't hear you. Have you?

Look, this is not what I had in mind for my family, okay?

Yo, what up, girl? What up, Midget?

What you doin'?

Nothin'. What you doin'?

Yo, I'm on the road, you know.

Why don't you come take a ride with me?With you?

Yeah, with me.

What do I look like? Ridin' with you?

Why, what's up? What's up?

I ain't gettin' in no stolen car--That ain't no stolen car.

That's my car.You still think you can lie to me and tell me anything.

That ain't no stolen car? Boy, please.

Yo, what's up?

I wanna get back up with that. You know what I'm sayin'?

I know you ain't sayin' that.

I know you ain't sayin' that.

What are you talkin' about, Midget?You know what I'm talkin' about.

That was a long time ago, Kyle.

I like when you say my name like that.

Well, I'm sorry.

Yeah, all right.

[car horn honking]

Yo, what up, what up?

So don't you think you should go with your boys?

Nah.

You know, you're still beautiful, you know.

You got my heart whenever you want it.

See you later, Midget.

All right.

Yo, I'm out.

[chattering]

[tires squealing]

Get your ass over here, motherfucker! Yo!

♪ [rap][shouting continues]

Hold it, hold it, hold it! Look, Jackie! Jackie!

Man, what you doin' in here?

What you doin' in here?

Come on. Get out. [mumbling]

Hey, what you doin'? [Man] You act like it's my fault she in here!

Would you mind your business, please?Come on. Get out.

What, Jack! Don't get out!

Man, girl, fuck that nigga!Come on.

What, Jackie!

What you in here for? What you doin'?You not my father, okay?

Why you stressing out?I'm not stressing!

You just mad because I got a better ride than you.

Next time I catch you in another stolen car, I'm gonna make it my business.

Just go home. Go!Yeah, whatever. Don't touch me when you on the street!

See ya! Take that thataway, outta here![jeering]

Go ahead!All of you, just go on!

Goddamn!

[jeering]

Shut the fuck up.

This kid is not walkin' home, you know what I'm saying?

Yeah, right here--Yeah, whoa, whoa!

It's that nigga Roscoe.

Yo, what's up?

Hey, little brother! What's happening, baby?

Fuck you lookin' at me for? How you feelin', man?

I got five here who match the descrip--

- Aw, shit. - So, what's up? You want some of this?

-Want some of what? What's that? -You want some of this here?

- Yeah, some of this! - Oh!

[shouting]

[laughing] Man, what made you do it? I'm glad you did it!

That was the one!Yo, I know that shit.

I'm telling you, he was tryin' to hit me off!

Yo, I hate those motherfuckers, man!

Excuse me.

Can I ask you fellas what you're doin' over here? [Dispatcher speaking]

- You're drinkin'? - We ain't doin' nothin'.

Oh, shit. We goin' home.Could you pour it out for me, please?

I ain't got nothin'.Shut up. I'm not going to say it to you again.

Ah, come on, man! Pour it out.

Don't pour that shit out!Fuck her, man!

What did you say?I didn't say nothin'. Listen, you let me pour this out.

Can I ask you to repeat yourself?

Listen, I ain't say nothin'. You want me to drop this?Would you repeat yourself?

[siren wailing]What did you say?

You done call backup on us, huh, bitch.

[glass breaking]

[siren wailing]

Grab him!

[crashing, rattling]

[coughing]

Somebody lose this?

[laughing] Yeah.

Hey! Save anything for me?

[gasping]

[chuckling]

[glass rattling]

Shit.

Shit.

Ahh.

What's up?

What's up?What's up?

What's up?What's goin' on?

You all right? You all right?Hell, yeah.

Son, we fuckin' left them niggas. We was elegant!

Y'all sit there for five minutes.

That shit was like five seconds.

Hey, son, what you gonna do with that, son?

Yo, I'm sayin'--The track stage is right there.

[chattering]

[no audible dialogue]

[gunshot]Shit! What you doin'?

What's wrong with this kid?

[all chattering]

You're crazy, man! You are trigger-happy!

You got to chill with that.

Yo, put that gun away, man.♪ [rap]

It ain't gonna bite ya, man. Chill.

Better put that shit away, man.

You know, shootin' at cops, shootin' at cops ain't all good.

It ain't all good.That shit ain't no thing, man.

Be right back.

[machinery rattling, humming]

[Woman over P.A.] Chet, your car's in the driveway. You need to move it, please.

Yo, my man!

Why you bring that car in here?Do what?

Did I tell ya not to come on my property with no rides unless you call me first?

Your phone was busy, all right?Did I tell you that?

Don't put your hands on me, man.Excuse me! Excuse me!

I don't need any fools on my property! Can you understand that?

You say you have something for me, though.

No, wrong! You told meyou had something for me, okay?

You wanna do yourself a favor? You wanna do me a favor?

Go and get me something to look at. Don't be bringing no shit--

That shit looked--Don't bring no shit-box you're usin' for joyrides.

I don't need them. Okay?

Now go on the street and earn some money.

Man, fuck you!Do what I tell ya!

Earn it for a change!

We in there?We in there, son.

You're sure we in it?What I say, man?

We in there. We got the money.Yo, we in there, man!

We hook?Yeah, we hook.

Y'all, come on over here now.Stop running.

[Jay] Let's hold on and wait, man.

All right, man. Yo, where we at, man?

What's up?Yo, chill, chill, chill!

Let's go home, man! Been ridin' all day. I'm tired.

Yo, what?You see that right there?

- [Midget] You're dead. - [Jay] What you talking 'bout? That Lexus?

I don't wanna deal with that, kid.

Hey, man, leave him!

I should follow the guy.

Let it bounce.No, I'm takin' that shit.

What the fuck you doin'?

Yo, I'm takin' that shit.What? What the fuck you--

My man, let's talk for a minute! Yo-yo!

Come here!Fuckin' dumb!

Don't fuck with me! Get the fuck outta here!Hey! Come on!

[people shouting][Man] He's stealing his car!

Okay, okay. Shit!

[Midget whooping, people shouting]

Shit, what the fuck are you doin'? Man, what you doin'?

You piece of shit, come here! Come here, goddamn it!

Son of a bitch!

[tires squealing]

Yo, Grammy, close this up like this, you know?

You don't gonna catch a cold.

Can't have you leaving me, too, you know what I'm sayin'?

Lemme get this.

Here, eat your carrots.

Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead.

Take some.

What's up, man?

Yo, what's up, man?

Yo, where you been at?

Are you fuckin' with me, man?

Watch your mouth! Can't you see what I'm doin' here?

What you think? Just tell me what you was thinkin', man.

Yo.

I told you I was gonna make my move, all right?

I'm sayin', you was gonna just leave me out there? What's in your head?

I did what I had to do. I got bills to pay.

Oh, you did what you had to do.

I told you I was gonna make a move. I did what I had to do!

I got bills, kid!I'm your right-hand man. This is me, man!

- You ain't tell me nothin'! - I ain't waitin' around for you to catch up with me.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Playin' me, man! You playin' me, man! All right.

All right.

Yo, man, I hope you got your money's worth.

Boy, I hope you got your money's worth.You know I did, motherfucker.

Excuse me, Grandma.

Eat that right there. Eat your carrots.

♪ [rap][chattering]

Just 'cause your man is trying to get between his homies and all that--

What a bod.Up in that party!

What, I met this guy with a BMW named Sean.

Girlfriend, he was too fine!

What! I know--Can I talk to you for a minute?

Talk for a minute.[chattering]

Come on. Stop playin'. Can I speak to you?You're pulling on my clothes!

I asked you not to come here.You're embarrassin' me!

Why are you here?I'm chillin' with my friends. Is that all right?

You know how Mommy is, and you're blowing the spot up.

I know how Mommy is, and she ain't sayin' nothing! You blowin' the spot up!

You gotta stop this. I'm doin' this shit for you!

You know what--Come here. You're gonna go home!

What's up, my own?I asked you not to deal with my sister, man!

Just chill!Yo, my own, chill out!

Chill out, man!I'm telling you, why you in my business?

This ain't no business of yours!Hit that nigga, man!

Get the fuck out of my face.I ain't in your face.

[Jackie] Shut up! Mind your business!Nigga, fuck you.

Yo! What the h-- you're--

[Jackie] Jason! Jason!

[crowd shouting] [Jackie] Jason!

[crowd shouting]

You almost made a big fuckin' mistake!

Fuck that shit, man.You're stupid.

I told you...No, I fucked up--

Guys. 207.

Afternoon, ma'am.

My name's Lieutenant Roscoe. How are you?Fine.

Would you mind if I ask you a couple questions?Why?

Would you mind telling us what your last name is?Petty.

Petty. Are you Jason Petty's mom?Yeah!

Does he live here with ya?Yeah, he lives here.

Is he here now?No, he's not here now.

We just have a couple questions for him.Uh-huh.

Leap from around the way, you know what I'm sayin'?

You want me to let 'em bring it to me?

Nah, but I need to smooth that shit out now.

You ain't got to do that.Nah, I do.

Don't do that.Nah, I do. I'm telling you.

I told you that nigga my people, kid!

Fuck these niggas, man! Straight up and down!All right.

What's the matter with you?What you talkin' about?

You gonna stand in my face and lie to me? They came to my damn house.

What you talking about?You know what they gonna do to you?

They gonna lock your nigga ass up and throw away the key!

Why you blowin' up the spot?Shut up!

Oh!What you laughing at, with your bald-headed ass?

Through with you!Why you coming down here blowin' the spot up?

[laughing] Oh, shit!

God!Yo, your moms is crazy--

Why you laughing at my moms?Nah, I'm not laughing at your--

Why you laughing at my moms?I'm not laughing at your moms!

[Midget laughing] Oh, she need to get her oil checked!

I told you, them shits don't work.

Oh, shit, yo.Hey, you!

Come over here!I ain't going nowhere, man!

Yo, I live here. What's up? I ain't going nowhere!

[Jay] It was startin' to feel like the walls was closin' in on me.

You keep running forever, you run out of places to go.

Yo, Jay!

Let me talk to you for a second, man. C'mere. I wanna talk to you!

[gunshots continue]

[coughing, gasping]

[P-Nut] Fuck that shit. Yo, clean.

I'm saying, what's up? You gonna pop that nigga, right?

I hope so, 'cause, yo, he did try to decapitate your ass!

[laughing]Fuck you. I got this.

My man was, like-- [imitates gunshot]

He almost took your ass out.

Fuck you laughing at, man?

Shit funny to you, right? Shit funny.

I ain't-- I ain't laughing!

He almost had you!Motherfucker. You tryin' to trip on me, man?

Oh, yeah-- Fuck you, man!

What's up? Why you gotta take it there?

I can take it where the fuck I wanna take it,

For bouncing on me in the parking lot and all that shit!

That ain't got nothing to do with it! That's my problem with you!

Now you're tryin' to instigate some Ritchie shit, man?

If that's what you want, let's go get it, man!

Let's bring it to this nigga. That's what you want?

Fuck it, man, let's go make it real for this nigga.

I'm dodging bullets and all this shit! Man, you jokin'?

Some crap friends, man!

Crap friends.

[laughing]

That shit is cream.

That is a phatride. Right, clean?

[Midget] We gonna make mad loot off this motherfucker.

[P-Nut] Fuck the dough, nigga. We keepin' this motherfucker.

Come on, yo!

Why we coming here, man?[P-Nut] We coming here for the shit!

Will you shut up! [car alarm wailing]

Fuck you. I got shit on my mind. I didn't come here for this shit!

Come on, come on, come on!Don't rush me, man!

[alarm continues] [Midget] This shit got my name on it.

Motherfuckers is crazy, man.

I got this! One more!Come on!

[alarm continues] [Radio dispatcher speaking]

[Man] Look at 'em, look at 'em, look at 'em.

Just like fuckin' candy over there, huh?

Fuckin' mutts. [alarm continues]

[Midget] Come on. Hurry up, man!

Move outta my fuckin' face, 'cause I'm 'bout to get this shit!

- Come on, man! - Chill, motherfucker!

[clattering] [alarm shuts off]

[Radio dispatcher speaking]

[Police officer] Hey, don't fuckin' move!

Freeze! Let me see 'em! Let me see 'em!

Outta the car, you! Outta the car!Hey!

Don't fuckin' move, asshole! Don't even fuckin' think about it, you hear me?

[siren wailing]Freeze! Freeze!

- [Man] He's gettin' away! - Get your fuckin' hand back! Put it down!

[shouting continues]

[Roscoe] Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

Turn around! Turn around and get the fuck on the car!

Turn the fuck around!

Get up against here. You like runnin' over cops, you fuck?

You're goin' away! You hear me, motherfucker? Away!

You tell all your little friends what happens to people...

who like to run over fuckin' cops! [siren chirps]

Hey, my man. You're outta luck this time.

I gotcha cold.

You look good on video, you know that, kid?

[laughing]

[siren blaring]

[News announcer] Outrage in Newark tonight, as angry residents...

took to the streets after a 16-year-old suspected car thief was shot and killed by police.

This after he allegedly tried to run down an officer in a stolen car.

After news of the shooting spread, angry residents overturned cars...

and showered the cops with rocks and bottles--

[crowd shouting] [heart monitor beeping]

How ya doin', Bill?Hey, Brian. How's the kid?

Great.

[door slams]

[Jay] That's how they got me.

It was the one time I didn't run.

I just got tired of runnin'.

Somethin' had to change.

So be it.

I'll take the time they gave me.

I can handle it.

[men talking]

'Sup?What's up, kid?

What's up, nigga?What's up?

You didn't hear about your man?

What man? What you talking about?Your man, Midget.

What the fuck you talkin' about?

It's like you ain't hearing me.

You deaf, motherfucker?

You trying to bring it to me or something, man? What's up?

I got what you want, nigga! What's up?

You better say good-bye to your man Midget.

All right.

[Rene] You doin' okay? [Jay] I'm doin' all right.

You know, I was wondering when I'd be taking this drive.

We coulda talked over the phone, but, uh, it's kinda hard to get to the phone.

[laughing] Yeah, I bet.

I don't mind driving up here. You're not gonna get rid of me that easy.

Yeah. You brought me something?

What, I'm not enough?

Come on, Ma. I know you brought me something.You do?

[chuckling]Wait. Let me get this straight.

I'm supposed to go shopping for you now? It is funny, isn't it?

You the one in jail!

Well, I'll be out of here in a little while. Okay?

I know. And then what?

Then what? I don't know. School, I suppose.

I don't know. But then after that, what?

Look, we'll find you something, okay?

I hope so. It ain't nothin' out there.

You know, I--Come on. Don't talk like that.

There's nothin' out there, Ma.

What's all the more, I just feel-- I feel terrible. I mean--

[sighing] I feel like I let you down.

I disappointed you.No, no, you didn't let me down.

This thing with Lionel--You didn't let me down.

I know I did, Ma.We gonna make it.

We gonna make it.

I don't care what it look like, we gonna make it.

You hear me? You be strong.

Be strong, okay?

[Guard] Time's up, Petty.

I love you.We gotta go, Ma.

I'll be back really soon, okay?

[whispering] I love you.I love you too.

[Guard] Petty, time's up. Let's go.

All right, come on. Let's go.

Callin' us.I know.

[News announcer] In Newark today, investigators are hoping...

[heart monitor beeping] to uncover some more clues in the shooting...

of 17-year-old Ronald Lambs.

He was allegedly shot by police a month ago here in Newark.

At 9:00 this morning, the first witnesses were brought in...

to testify before a grand jury.

[Jay] Ronnie was still in the hospital...

when they finally brought me in on that grand jury.

So much has happened since then, [door slamming]

it was like talking about ancient history.

No way could you bring any of it back.

There has been lots of speculation

since 17-year-old Ronald Lambs was shot last month.

He was critically wounded here in Newark after stepping out of a stolen car...

that apparently belonged to one of the officers involved in the shooting.

Oh! That's that beast that bagged me, man! Check this nigga!

[Man] That's the nigga that bagged me too!

[News announcer] The officer has admitted that there was some wrongdoing on his part.

He has admitted that he was not correct--

Shit was real, boy! You're comin' home, boy!

The officers involved have been suspended from duty pending an investigation.

And one officer, Emil Roscoe of Glen Ridge, is now facing criminal charges.

Oh, it's the bomb, son! Faggot motherfucker!

[laughing] You! I missed you!

Man, how ya doin'?Oh, I'm so glad to see you! I missed you!

- You look good, man! - Youlook good!

Look at you! You got your weight up in there.

Just so stupid! If you wouldn't have been in in the first place!

You shouldn't have been there!Aw, come on, man!

You gonna take me to go find Midget?

You know, he's up there on Avon.

He didn't even come see me once in that joint.

I know you wasn't looking for that nigga to come up there.

♪ [rap]I said, "What you got up in there, yo?"

He's like, "I ain't got--" so I bam, bam!

I hit that mo'fucker, yo!

What's up, man? Where you been at, yo?

I been waiting for you, kid!

You couldn't come see me, man?

Come on, man! Yo, why I wanna come see you up in there, man?

You know that shit depress the hell outta me, yo!

I'm your right-hand man! You gonna leave me to rot?Yo, come on, man! What's up?

Not even once, man!Yo, come on, man! Yo!

Yo, so how you do up in there, son? You do all right?

Did all right. You know, represented.

But yo, I heard you was crazy out here.

Shit's been hectic around here, yo.

They been lockin' everybody up in the small bunk.

Ever since that night that they took out P-Nut, man--

Shit's been gettin' real, yo.Shit crazy?

Yeah. Yeah, I know.Yeah, I know how that is.

Know how that flow.Yo, they still ain't figured out a way to catch your man!

[Man] Let's go, yo!

Yo, I'm gonna get up with these kids, man.

It's time you started thinking 'bout what you gonna do!

You know what I'm saying? Come on, man. Let's go!

[horn honking]Been thinking about that for the past three months.

You don't need to be around here, man.

You got a big old life to lead, you know?

Fuck the negativity. Man, let's go!

You gonna get with them, or what?

Yeah, I'm gonna get up with them, yo. [horn honking]

We gonna be at the park. What you gonna do?I might roll through.

Well, get up later, man! Come on, man!

Man, let's go!

All right, man. Yo, hold up, man!

Stay real, kid!

Coreen, I been thinkin'.

I been away for a little while, like 90 days!

What you been doin' while I was gone?

You know what I been doin' all the time you been talkin' to me. You know.

I'm sayin', what you think of our friendship?

What you mean, "our friendship"?

- Bitch, get out the car! - Get out the car, nigga! You think I'm bullshittin'?

Get outta the car! Get out!

Yeah, nigga, I should clap your ass!

[Man #2] Get your ass up out the car!

My mother's fuckin' car! You shit! No!

Don't fuck with me! That's my mother's car!

Damn!

Jason, I knew I shouldn't have--What happened?

Fuck you, Jason! I should have never went with you in the first place!

They jacked your shit, right?That was my mother's car!

Let's go get that shit! Fuck you, Midget! I don't need your help!

Fuck it. I ain't even gonna try to help you![sirens wailing]

Let's go get that shit!What you doin', man?

Yo, what's up, man? What you gonna do?Do 'bout what?

Just chill!You mind your fuckin' business!

You gonna roll with me?Don't go there, man!

You got your hand in my face now, right?Just chill!

You got something to say to me?

Say it to me! What? What? What, man?

Good, man. I like that. Good to see you there, son!

Pardon me, Coreen. My bad.

All right. Yo.

Welcome home, black.

I'm out.

Leave me alone! Leave me alone. [car door slamming]

All y'all, just leave me alone!

[engine starting]

Welcome home!

[Man] Yo, man, why don't you turn the radio on, nigga?

Fuck the radio. Some fuckin' sounds or somethin', man!

Check this, check this.

♪ [rap]

[laughing]

[all chattering]

That's my man, yo!

[indistinct comment]

[siren wailing]

Oh, shit.

I'm gonna show you how to escape the motherfuckers!

[Man] Nigga, do your shit!

Yo, let's go, son! Get outta here!

[siren continues]

[shouting continues]

[Dispatcher, officers on radio]

[Dispatcher] ...unit needs assistance at the Williamsburg Bridge.

They need assistance for transport to Bellevue.

[radio transmission continues]

[News reporter] In the news tonight, a high-speed chase...

from Newark to Hillvale, New Jersey, turned deadly...

after police opened fire on a stolen van filled mostly with teenagers.

The chase began in Newark after police officers spotted a van...

which had been stolen at gunpoint a day earlier.

The van took off at high speed.

Newark police followed it to Hillvale.

At a bridge on North Brown Street, a police car blocked the van's path,

but the driver did not stop.

What happened next is unclear.

Police won't give details until their investigation is complete, but they say...

some 30 shots were fired at the van.

When it was over, two people were dead, and three others had been hit by gunfire.

One of the dead was a pregnant teenage girl.

In all, six people were in the van.

Police also say they found a starter's pistol on the floor of the van.

It was not, however, the weapon used when the van was stolen.

Police are preparing a long list of charges now.

[Man] At this point, I guess some of them will be...

armed robbery, conspiracy to commit robbery, auto theft,

aggravated assault on police officers, eluding police and resisting arrest.

What's up, nigga?What's up, nigga?

[laughing]

[Jay] I guess the house is quiet now.

And up and down the block, you don't see anybody anymore.

It's almost like we were never there.

We was just tryin' to make our mark in the world--

find something we can call our own.

And if I've changed at all,

it's only because I've seen too much.

It's only because my life can't go back the way it was.

Even if I wanted to...

there's no goin' back.

♪♪ [rap]