Original subtitles

(static buzzing)

? Loyalty ain't the same ?

? Nah ?

? Born in the dark ?

? Ain't no silver spoon ?

? Nah ?

? East Stokland Knights where the wolves come soon ?

? Mama on the pipe, pops locked in a tomb ?

? So, he learned real quick ?

? Gotta hustle a loop ?

? Got his first pack ran plays on the low ?

? Low ?

? OG show love, but the price was a tow ?

? Jacks ?

? Blood in the water ?

? Sharks in control ?

? So, he stacked every dollar ?

? Put ice on his soul ?

? Frozen ?

? Shaka got money, no time ?

? All these clowns get to climb ?

? Keep my mind on the paper can't be broke ?

? Love being real so my heart stayed closed ?

(gentle music)

(suspenseful music) (traffic swooshing)

(indistinct chattering) (traffic swooshing)

- So, we got someone pulling the video, right?

- Yeah, they got a move on him.

- We haven't (indistinct) through it yet.

- We have not found him yet.

- Hey, there he is. - Oh, nice of you

to join us, my friend.

- Yeah, now the real detective work is starting.

- Thanks for showing. - Bobby, good to see you.

What we got? - What up, Joe?

Well, they noticed blood on the sidewalk,

blood on the handle.

That's when they called us.

- All right.

- All right, Joe. - All right.

Thanks, man.

All right, let's see what else we got, buddy.

- Couple of things.

Found a shell.

More than likely it's a 9 millimeter.

Blood splatter.

Notice the blood trail stops right there.

- Uh-huh. - Found a body

in the vehicles.

- We getting any video?

- Yeah, moving around, we lucked out.

We're pulling it right now.

- Nice, good.

- Oh it's Cook Allen, right?

- And our missing person, what's his name?

- Terrell.

- Yeah, did you or anyone else that work with him

have any issues?

- No, everybody loved him. - Everybody loved him.

Has he got a life?

- Yeah.

- How about side pieces?

Anything on the side?

- Yeah, a lot.

But I don't know of any of them that would do this.

- Hey, love will make you do things.

- Sure does.

- How about anybody else?

Can you think of anybody

that's got an ax to grind with him?

- No.

- No, no disgruntled employees?

- Disgruntled?

Nah.

- You sure about that?

- Wait a minute, there was this one kid he had to fire

a while back for stealing.

- Okay, you got a name?

- Darnell, Darnell Freeman. - Darnell Freeman.

- No, shit.

We know him, that's Richard's friend.

- Oh, the kid from dinner.

- Yeah, fucking astronaut.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Well, what do you think?

I mean, Neil Armstrong capable of something like this?

- Hell no, Darnell?

Oh, he's not that kind of kid.

No. - Regardless,

we're gonna have to make a, a visit anyway.

- All right.

Hey, do you have Terrell's number?

- Yeah.

233-555-1637.

- Let's see what we got.

- I'm gonna go change, I spilled coffee on my shirt.

- Jackass. - Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah.

(soft suspenseful music)

(line ringing)

- That's about it.

All right.

Thank you for your time. - Yeah.

(tense suspenseful music)

(jacket swooshing)

(suspenseful music continues) (objects clattering)

(suspenseful music continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(gun booms) - Oh shit!

? Step into the safe ?

? 187, the bitch's dead ?

? Bam, bam ?

? Two shots in the dark ?

? In the back of his head ?

(suspenseful music continues)

(Stacy knocks)

- Richard?

- I'm in the shower, mom.

- [Stacy] All right, breakfast is ready.

- All right.

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- What are you doing with that gun?

- School report.

Doing a report on World War II

and how grandpa got the Walther, so.

- Right.

- Yeah, okay. - Okay.

- Come on, I leave for five fucking minutes

and you let Shante run off with $50,000, Verty.

- She had the bag.

- Come on.

- She went to the restroom and leaped out the window.

- You know Black not fucking playing with us.

Fuck!

- Fuck, it's Black.

(tense suspenseful music)

I, I got your money.

Shit, what time is it?

- It's 09:45.

- Yo, we on our way.

What's that?

(tense suspenseful music continues)

- Fuck did he say?

- Fuck, we need to go.

- Oh, I swear to God, I believe you let this bitch

run off with our money.

(Joe knocks) (suspenseful music continues)

- Fuck!

(Joe knocks) (door opens)

- Who the hell is that banging on our door?

(Joe continues knocking)

- [Joe] Hello?

- I aint here. - Hi.

Joe, come on in.

- Hey, hey, Brandy, good to see you.

- Thank you.

- Hey, is Darnell around?

We'd like to speak with him.

- Yeah, sure.

- [Detective Schultz] Apparently there was a crime

last night at Darnell's last place of employment.

We just need to ask him a few questions.

- Shit.

(tense suspenseful music continues)

- Yo, what the going on?

- Yo, why the fuck is your dad here?

- My dad?

They couldn't have found the body that quick.

- Nah, I just heard them say they investigating a crime.

- Stay fucking calm.

Did you talk to them?

- No.

Did you?

- They're only there because you used to work there.

Don't hide.

The only people that got something to hide

are guilty people.

- Nigga, we are guilty!

- Well, act like you're fucking not

and go out there and talk to them.

All right?

(suspenseful music continues) (Darnell sighs)

- Okay, well, I don't know why you would...

Darnell?

I didn't know he was still here.

- Hey, Darnell, good to see you.

- How you doing? - You remember Darnell

from dinner the other night?

- Yes, the astronaut kid.

- That's right. - That's right.

- The Astronaut.

Darnell, when was the last time you saw Terrell Weir?

- A while back.

- Where were you last night?

- I was at home with my mom and sister all night.

- He was here.

- Yeah, he was here all night, getting on my nerves.

- Witnesses that say they saw you

take some money from Terrell Weir.

- Nah, man.

That nigga overworked me and underpaid me.

I didn't steal anything.

We just had a misunderstanding.

- Hm.

Mind if we just take a little look around?

- For what? - For what?

- Just make this whole process go a little faster.

- And by faster, you mean pin some shit on my son

so you can call this case closed?

- No, ma'am.

If we don't find anything, we're out of your hair.

- Look, Joe, we, we don't have anything to hide,

but if you wanna search this house,

you gonna need a search warrant.

- All right.

That's fine.

Sorry to bother you, Brandy.

Let's go.

See you around. - Mm-hmm.

(door closes)

- You gonna tell me what that was about?

- It's better you don't know.

- The cops didn't show up here for no reason.

And you didn't lie for no reason.

Did you get any money?

- No.

- Hmm.

Bills are piling up around here.

- I'll figure something out.

- What's that all about?

- Look, Nyla, you already lying for me, man.

Let's, let's leave it right there.

- Things starting to get tight around here.

- I know.

- Okay, well, let's get down to this business.

(Darnell sighs)

- Did you collect from the boys in College Park yet?

- Yeah, calling Plopworth boys.

They're always on time.

(man laughs)

- What about that cute one?

- Cute?

- What's his name?

Flossy.

- Yeah, they'll be here in a minute.

- Oh, I sure hope we don't have to kill him.

Ain't nothing like losing a good man. (laughs)

(Flossy knocks)

Get that.

(soft beat music)

? I remember, I remember ?

? I remember, I remember ?

? I remember, I remember ?

? I remember, I remember ?

- Come on, up honeybees.

(soft beat music)

(tense suspenseful music) (footsteps tapping)

- You two got something for me?

(envelope crunching)

Count this.

(tense suspenseful music continues)

Have a seat while my boys count the money.

(footsteps tapping) (suspenseful music continues)

- Well, if it isn't Flossy Pea. (laughs)

(tense suspenseful music continues)

What?

No kiss? (laughs)

- Just dropping the money off, bro.

- Word on the street is that your whole game's in shambles.

- Just a temporary setback.

- Hmm.

- It ain't nothing I can't manage.

- You know, you're not using your real skills.

Have you ever thought about diversifying?

(man and Flossy laugh)

- Man, I got black women, white women, Asian,

Latino, Blasian.

- Who's talking about fucking women, hmm?

- I sure in the hell don't fuck men.

? I remember, I remember ?

? I remember, I remember ?

? I remember, I remember ?

? I remember, I remember ?

? I remember, I remember ?

- [Black] We got a problem.

(soft suspenseful music) (clothes swooshing)

(clothes swooshing) (suspenseful music continues)

(clothes swooshing) (suspenseful music continues)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

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- Hey, hey, where have you been?

Are you okay?

- Where the hell have you been all night?

- I can explain that.

I was...

(soft melancholic music)

- What are you doing with that gun?

- School report.

(soft melancholic music continues)

(Stacy sobbing)

- Shit.

Shit. (fist thuds)

(Stacy sobbing)

Shit.

Fuck!

Richard! (sobbing)

Shit.

Richard?

What's this?

- My pants.

- I'm not talking about that.

I'm talking about the blood on them.

- It's from spaghetti.

- You're lying.

- Mom, it's-

- I'm the wife of a cop, Richard.

I've seen 20 years of goddamn blood on your dad's clothes.

I know blood when I see it.

- I can explain that.

I hit an animal driving.

- Mm-hmm.

Is that because you couldn't see through your mask?

- Let it go, mom.

- Let it go?

Talk to me, Richard, I'm your mother.

- Nothing happened.

- You come in here after being out all night,

sweating like a pig.

I literally catch you putting the smoking gun back

in the Curio cabinet.

Ski masks are hidden in your jacket

and you have bloodstains on your pants.

Son, people have gone to death row for less than that.

(soft melancholic music continues)

- Nothing you say or do can help me.

(soft melancholic music continues)

- I'm your mother.

Let me help you, Richard.

Let me help you.

(soft melancholic music continues)

What?

What?

- It's bad.

It's really bad, mom.

- It's okay. - It's so bad.

- It's okay, it's okay, what happened?

(Richard sighs) - Fuck!

(soft melancholic music continues)

Darnell said it would be quick and easy.

He said, "Easy," I remember him saying that.

And then he saw us.

- And?

- He knew it was Darnell.

- What?

And what?

Then what?

- He shot him.

Darnell shot him.

- What?

Son?

Were you there?

Were you there when he shot him?

Were you?

What?

(soft melancholic music continues)

Who, who, who? (sobbing) (Richard sobbing)

What?

- We killed the owner of Duffy's.

- What?

Oh my God.

Richard? - I'm sorry.

- Richard. (sobbing)

- I'm sorry.

Don't tell dad.

- Oh my God.

- Don't tell dad.

- Oh, don't tell dad.

Oh my God.

Oh shit.

Richard, what is this, what is this?

- Come on, Black, man, (indistinct), man.

- Come on, you know we know better

than the screw over you, Black.

- Which one of y'all want it first?

(soft suspenseful music)

- Me.

Love you, sis.

(man laughs and applauds)

- If that just doesn't melt your heart,

nothing else will. (laughs)

Oh, I got the vapors. (laughs)

Oh, stand down, Black.

I wanna talk to him for a minute.

Stand down!

(soft suspenseful music continues)

There's a way out of this.

- Anything, man, anything.

You want me to pay you double?

I'll pay you triple.

I can pay you triple when I get back-

- No.

It's little too late for money.

You had a chance and you fucked it up, twice.

(soft suspenseful music continues)

But I think I can stop Black from putting a bullet

in that pretty little head of yours.

And do you know how we can do that, huh?

Hmm?

And before you answer,

you only get one chance to be right.

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- Me.

- What?

- That's what you want isn't it, me?

- Yes.

Stand down.

All right.

Let me have a word with him.

- What?

- Let me have a word with him.

And take that bitch with you.

- What do you want me to do with her?

- Do it, whatever you wanna do with her.

(upbeat suspenseful music)

(man laughs)

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- I would rather die first.

No.

No, no. - So be it.

- Okay, please.

I'm sorry.

(man laughs)

- It's amazing.

When we're so close to death, we wanna live. (laughs)

Get this bitch out of here now!

- Come on.

Come on.

With me.

- What are you gonna do with me?

- You heard the man.

Whatever I want.

Come on.

- Verty, it's okay, Verty.

Fuck them!

- Stand up.

Stand up, let me see your wrist, come on.

Yeah.

(upbeat suspenseful music continues)

Oh.

Handcuffs leave such nasty little marks.

- Get the fuck off me, man!

Fuck is this shit about?

What you want?

- You.

I want you to try and leave me.

(suspenseful music continues) (man laughs)

- You told your goons to shoot me?

- If that's what I wanted, you'd be dead already.

- Some kind of trick?

- No.

If you can make it down these stairs, you're free.

- And if I don't make it?

(man laughs)

(Flossy grunts and groans)

Fuck!

Why you doing this shit, man?

- Because I like to play my food before I eat it.

- Fuck. (both groan)

Fuck!

(Flossy grunts and groans) (suspenseful music continues)

(man laughs) (suspenseful music continues)

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- I thought you had more fight than that, bitch!

(man panting)

- So, what y'all ladies think?

Are y'all in or what?

- So, you think we're better off with you

than in, on our own?

- Baby, nothing stronger than the team.

- And what exactly does being a team mean?

- It means no more streets.

No more $30 tricks.

- 'Cause you girls are way too pretty for that.

- Nyla here will handle all your profiles

across multiple platforms.

- We're gonna make you ultra efficient.

- Darnell, you don't gotta tell us.

We've been waiting for you.

- Oh, really?

By the way, this, everybody, this is Donna.

She gonna be joining our little operation here.

- Hello, Donna.

I'm Oakland.

- This is Oakland.

She's my bottom. (lips smacking)

You follow her lead.

- You know I'm down with you, Shaka?

- Shaka?

- Yeah, he's that or Darnell.

- Yeah, that's a good name for you.

In these streets, you need a name that instills fear.

- Shaka.

We like it.

- Yeah.

(tense suspenseful music)

- Shaka, right?

(tense suspenseful music continues)

I like that.

(tense suspenseful music continues)

Shaka.

(tense suspenseful music continues)

Shaka.

(cellphone ringing)

- Hello?

Wait, what?

I thought they passed.

I'm on my way.

(cup clinks)

Mom.

My agent just called.

- Which agent?

- My real agent.

I booked a lead role in that medical drama series

we've been watching.

Can't you at least look happy for me?

- Shante, you gave up the one thing

I told you to never give up.

Your power.

That's what I'm upset about.

Because if you did it then, you gotta do it again.

(soft pensive music continues) (footsteps tapping)

Welcome to Hollywood.

(soft pensive music continues) (footsteps tapping)

- Mom?

I'm sorry.

(soft pensive music continues)

- So, according to Amy Fields,

everything about this guy's life is a lie.

- Yep.

All of it.

His money, his wife, and his girlfriends.

About the only thing you can count on

is that this guy will lie.

- All right.

So, it looks like all we have is internal footage.

External cameras were not operational.

- That's great.

- We can see here the body being loaded up.

According to his wife, Amy,

and a couple other, I don't know, significant others.

They confirmed that this is Terrell.

- Yeah, we gotta assume that he's dead.

He's not putting up any struggle.

- No, he is not.

We gotta find that body.

- Yep.

- What did the wife have to say?

- Oh, yeah, actually,

I got some really interesting intel from her.

She said that they argue, they fight, and then they fuck.

Nothing else.

- What about the girlfriend?

- Girlfriends.

And they all say the same thing.

They argue, they fight, they fuck.

I got nothing, Chief.

- I'm pulling the phone records right now.

- And?

- And I'll keep updating.

- This is obviously not two women

carrying out a body that easy.

- No.

Does that look like an F-150?

It looks like your truck, Joe.

- Could be.

- Good.

That narrows it down to about 5,000 suspects.

- [Joe] Uh-huh.

- And that's if they're from this area.

What about the kid who stole from him?

- Darnell.

- Yeah, solid alibi.

He was at home with his mother and sister.

- You sure? - Mm-hmm.

- And they're sticking to it

like an Afro sticks to Velcro.

(Joe laughs)

- That's a good one. - We're gonna be here

all week. (hand taps)

Well, I suggest you guys get back to work.

We can't have any fine upstanding white men

getting killed in our city.

- We cannot. - Work, work, work.

? I just wanna have a fun clap my hands ?

- Okay, Oakland.

We gotta get you some new headshots.

The ones you have now just don't do you any justice, girl.

- Shit, when I was working in Oakland,

we never had a system so organized.

We can make a killing doing this in Oakland.

- More than this?

- That's chump change.

- Damn, baby.

- What's up, Donna? - Hey.

- Shit, man.

(money swooshing)

Man.

All this in one day?

You said we can make more than this in Oakland?

- Yes, way more.

- I'm gonna take that back.

- Y'all see this?

- Mm-hmm.

- We going to Oakland, y'all.

(all cheer)

- That's what I'm talking about.

This is nothing.

? Turn around ?

(soft suspenseful music) (utensils clinking)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

- What, somebody die or something?

- I'm not really hungry.

- Coming down with something?

- Yeah.

I think so.

(soft suspenseful music continues)

- I think I'm coming down with the same thing.

(soft suspenseful music continues)

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(suspenseful music continues) (door opens)

(door closes)

(cellphone ringing) (suspenseful music continues)

(door opens) (cellphone ringing continues)

(door closes) (cellphone ringing continues)

(cellphone ringing continues) (suspenseful music continues)

(objects clattering) (cellphone ringing continues)

(cellphone ringing continues) (suspenseful music continues)

(birds chirping) (suspenseful music continues)

(cellphone ringing) (suspenseful music continues)

- Hey, what's up?

All right, yeah, yeah, I'll be right there.

(soft suspenseful music continues)

Fuck.

(suspenseful music continues) (birds chirping)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(Stacy sniffles)

(keypad beeping) (Stacy clears throat)

Where's Richard?

- He's already left for school.

What's wrong?

- I need to find Richard.

(soft suspenseful music continues)

- You're scaring me, what's wrong?

- We found a body.

- What's that got to do with Richard?

- I'm not sure yet.

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(door opens)

(keypad beeps) (door closes)

(suspenseful music continues) (Stacy sniffles)

(indistinct)

(suspenseful music continues)

(gloves crunching)

- Hey, do me a favor.

Let's get a shot of those shreds.

Thank you.

(gloves crunching) (birds chirping)

What do we got here, partner?

What do we got?

- Well, it's Terrell Weir.

(plastic bag crunching) (birds chirping)

(Detective Schultz sighs)

Shit.

- Yeah, they did a number on this guy, huh?

- Yeah.

Looks like they really fucked him up pretty bad, huh?

Punctured the lungs, tried sawing off the limbs.

Fucking novices.

It's like they got just enough information from somewhere

to really fuck things up.

Haven't found his cell phone yet.

Hey, Earth to Joe. (Joe clears throat)

You all right, bud?

- Yeah, yeah, no.

I'm coming down with something.

- You can see they put rocks in his pockets.

Didn't account for the bloating of the body though.

- Yeah.

They're fucking nice. (Detective Schultz chuckles)

- Idiots.

Come on, let's go. (footsteps crunching)

(soft suspenseful music)

(engine purring)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(footsteps tapping)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(objects clattering) (suspenseful music continues)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(crowbar clinks)

(lid opens)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

? And you can find me where I'm at ?

? We never fall back ?

? We never fall ?

(door opens) (door closes)

? And you can find me where I'm at ?

? We never fall back ?

- Wanna tell me what this is?

What's this, son?

Give me your fucking phone.

(soft melancholic music) (Richard panting)

- "How to dispose of a dead body?"

Real fucking novice, huh?

Not even smart enough to delete your own fucking history.

I'm only gonna ask you this once.

What the fuck did you do, Richard?

- I can explain that.

- You can explain?

- Yeah.

- You can explain away murder,

because in all my 20 years,

I've never seen anyone be able to explain away murder.

So, why don't you go ahead, come on.

Enlighten me.

I'm listening.

- It was Darnell's idea.

Darnell shot him.

- Fuck who shot him.

Were you there when he was shot?

- Darnell thought it was a good idea to rob him,

but I didn't shoot anybody.

- It don't fucking matter.

It's not gonna hold up in the court of law, son.

Felony murder rule.

Might have, might as well have pulled

the goddamn trigger yourself.

- So, what are you gonna do to keep our son out of prison?

(soft melancholic music continues)

- The gun.

Where's the gun?

- In the Curio.

(soft melancholic music continues)

- You used my grandfather's Walther?

You gave my Walther Darnell to kill someone?

- Yes, but I think he's shot him by accident.

- Joe, he's just a kid.

- Shut the fuck up. - Oh God.

- [Darnell] It was an accident.

- Wait a second.

Darnell?

You're telling me that he knows how to use a Walther?

- No, yes.

- Yes?

No?

Which one is it?

- He knows how to use a Walther.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- And he knows how to operate that safety?

(indistinct)

- You're a horrible fucking liar, son.

You got tripped up in less than three questions.

You wanna tell me what really happened, huh?

- No, Joe.

- You wanna start telling me the fucking truth?

You wanna tell me what fucking happened?

- Okay, okay.

I shot him.

- Oh my God. (crying)

- But it was an accident.

(Stacy crying)

- Joe, he's a kid.

He's a kid.

He's our kid, Joe. (sniffles)

- Now, I gotta get rid of that gun.

And Darnell.

How can I find Darnell?

- What, why do you need to find him?

- 'Cause he's the only one who can identify you, son.

- What are you saying?

- Well, like this gun I gotta get rid of,

now, I gotta get rid of Darnell too.

- Kill Darnell?

What's the?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, looks like Darnell was the one who did it,

and then he skipped town.

That's the way I'm gonna push the evidence,

and he's not gonna be here to defend himself.

- I don't wanna kill Darnell.

- No? - No.

- No, you don't wanna kill him.

- I can't. - Oh, you just wanna let him

roam free so that he can turn you away?

- Stop, Joe. - He won't say anything, dad.

- He won't say anything? - No.

- I'm a fucking cop, Richard.

I know what you did.

If anyone finds out that I know

and I didn't turn you in, you're going to jail.

I'm going to jail for harboring a criminal,

and we're gonna lose

every fucking thing. - Stop it, Joe.

- But you don't wanna fucking kill him.

- Joe, take a deep breath, baby.

You just need to calm down.

- All right, fine, fine.

Let's do this.

Get the fuck up. - What?

- What? - Just get the fuck up.

- Joe, no. - Dad!

Dad, no!

- Joe, no.

- Stay the fuck out of this.

- Get the fuck off me, dad.

- You wanna be a fucking thug, huh, son?

Huh, you wanna be a fuck up?

You wanna feel what it feels like to be a fuck up?

Get up.

- Stop. - Joe.

Joe, Joe. - Get the fuck off me.

- Joe.

- [Joe] Let's go.

(soft melancholic music continues)

(engine whirring)

- Dad, dad, what the fuck are we doing here, Dad?

Dad, what the fuck are you doing?

I'm not going in there.

I'm not going in there.

I'm not going there, I'm not going in there.

dad, I'm not going in there.

I'm not going in there. - No?

- I'm not going in there, what the fuck are you doing, dad?

Stop!

- Come on. - I can't, stop.

Fucking beat me.

Dad, stop it.

Stop.

(Joe and Richard panting)

- What are you gonna do?

- Okay.

- What are you gonna do?

- Kill Darnell.

- Good.

(Joe and Richard panting) (melancholic music continues)

(soft melancholic music continues)

(door opens)

- Morning, mama.

- What's up?

- What's up with y'all?

- Hey.

- Got you a little something something.

Sis.

- A special occasion or something?

- [Darnell] Had a pretty good night last night.

- Was it a special occasion or some shit?

- It's always a special occasion

when you making money like this.

(money swooshing)

That's for breakfast.

(money swooshing)

That's for lunch.

(money swooshing)

Nyla, this for you.

(money swooshing)

(money swooshing)

That's for dinner.

(money swooshing)

And that's for rent.

- Okay, boy.

See, look at all this.

Think about where you would be

if you didn't waste all your time on that astronaut shit.

- Man, I'm still going to the moon.

Except I'ma buy the shuttle this time.

- Okay.

What about Flossy?

- Fuck Flossy.

Don't owe him, don't need him.

Shit.

Especially when you got cash like this.

- That's right, I'm proud of you, boy.

- I'm proud of me too, mom.

(Stacy sighs) (pillow swooshing)

(soft suspenseful music)

- Is this really the only way?

(soft suspenseful music continues)

Hmm?

- Went against my better judgment

to lend Darnell the truck that night.

Looks like he and one of his thug friends

used my truck to do it.

Richard never left the house.

It's case closed.

(soft suspenseful music continues)

Hey, I got a place where I can melt this down.

I'll be back later to get it.

Keep it safe.

I gotta go.

(tense suspenseful music)

(whip thwacking) (Flossy screaming)

(Flossy screaming)

(tense suspenseful music continues)

(Flossy whimpers) (suspenseful music continues)

(Flossy sobbing) (suspenseful music continues)

- All right, baby pea. (laughs)

(man laughs) (suspenseful music continues)

(indistinct)

- I can't do this anymore.

I can't do this anymore.

- Oh.

When your holes are tighter, fucked too long, pussy hurting.

What did you tell me?

What did you tell them?

- I said, (indistinct) holidays or sick days.

- There are no holidays or sick days, baby.

Every day is whole day.

Okay?

Okay?

Next!

(indistinct) (suspenseful music continues)

Devonte, you gotta get them

while they're good and tight. (laughs)

(tense suspenseful music continues)

(drill whirring) (Flossy crying)

(Flossy crying) (suspenseful music continues)

(Flossy crying) (suspenseful music continues)

- No.

No.

(Flossy crying) (drill whirring)

(car whirring)

(soft beat music)

? Firecracker street ?

? Hear it pop, pop, pop ?

- All right, I can't wait too.

Yeah.

It'll be fun.

(birds chirping)

(indistinct)

Yep, sure am.

Yes, I'll be there in three days.

Okay, look, I'll learn my script when I get there, okay?

Okay, all right, look, I gotta go.

I gotta pick up some snacks for the long trip.

See you in three days.

(plastic crunching) ? We've come to free your mind ?

? The need to live a lie sometimes ?

? You give all you can give ?

? And then your life might disappear ?

? If you wanna find your place ?

? You got to leave a space ?

- Ooh, sweets.

Yes, gotta have some.

Hey.

- [Cashier] hey, found everything that you need?

- I think this is actually enough to get me there.

- [Cashier] Okay.

- Oh, wait, add that too.

(machine beeping)

- Okay, your total is 35.17, ma'am.

- 35.17?

- Correct. - Okay, there you go.

? Looking for the easy road ?

? When all we need ?

- [Shante] Can I have a bag, please?

- Yes, ma'am, let me get some change.

I gotta get some change, ma'am.

Give me a minute.

- The register's right there.

You, you don't have change there?

- Hey, 911.

Could you send the officer, - Ma'am?

Hello? - To Peach Pantry right, ASP?

- [Shante] What the fuck am I waiting for?

- I have a counterfeit money.

Thank you.

Ma'am, give me a minute.

I'm getting you some change.

Give me a minute, okay?

- Okay, what am I waiting for? - You banging on the,

give me a minute. - How long does it take

to get some change? - Give me a minute.

- Damn. - One minute.

- Bitch.

(soft suspenseful music)

Are you ready now? - This is she right here.

Here she go right here, sir.

Get her up out of the here.

- Did you hand that to her?

- Yeah, I handed this to her. - Yeah.

- Passing over counterfeit money?

- Counterfeit?

Sir, what are, what are you talking about?

- Ma'am, you are under arrest. - Under arrest.

Under arrest for what?

- Passing over counterfeit money.

- Wait, hey. (screams)

Goddammit it.

Rough with me. (screams)

Okay, all right.

All right, (indistinct).

- I know, but if you come over here,

we can get this figured out.

No, he can help us, Darnell.

He...

Okay, all right.

(soft suspenseful music) (Richard sighs)

He said he's not coming to this house.

- Okay.

Then we do this the hard way.

(soft suspenseful music)

(plastic crunching)

- "You'll start a new business partnership

that will take the world by storm."

- That's what I'm talking about, man.

(Nyla and Darnell laugh) Hey.

- [News Reporter] A local businessman that went missing,

his body has been found.

We are joined by Detective Schultz.

Detective, what do we know

and what would you like to ask the public?

- [Detective Schultz] We know that these two masked men

carried Terrell away.

They're in a red pickup, F-150.

If you recognize this car,

please, don't hesitate to call this hotline.

We're offering a $25,000 reward for any information

leading to the conviction of these two men.

- [News Reporter] Carol, back to you.

- Shit.

- Nyla, I need to talk to you brother for a minute.

Can you go in another room?

(Darnell sobbing)

- What's going on?

- Nothing.

(Darnell crying)

- Come on, son.

Look, you need to get yourself together.

You a dead giveaway right now.

- We was just going in for the money. (crying)

- Shit.

- So, you faked your own kidnapping to get them

to rob you of counterfeit money?

- We didn't know it was counterfeit.

- I'm gonna try and get you a deal on the counterfeiting,

because if you tell them what you just told me

about that money, you're facing felony murder

and the rest of your life in prison.

- What?

How?

How am I ...

- You were the mastermind.

- It, it was Flossy's idea.

It wasn't my idea.

- You conspired with him.

That's felony murder.

If they give you a deal, you need to take it

and keep your mouth shut.

(pages flipping) (Shante sobbing)

(soft pensive music)

- Ow.

(soft pensive music continues)

(soft pensive music continues)

- You going somewhere?

Why don't you get in the truck, Darnell?

Hey!

I know what you and Richard did.

So, you either give me 20 minutes now,

or my partner gives you 20 years later.

Get in the truck, let's go.

(soft pensive music continues)

Come on, I got you, let's go.

(door opens)

(door closes)

I got you, don't worry about this.

(engine revving)

- Hey, morning.

- You mean night?

My shift just ended. - Oh, that's right.

Graveyard, that sucks. - It's awful.

- Hey, were you working the marina

night of January the 18th?

- Mm, yeah.

- Did you notice anything unusual?

Anything funny?

- Unusual?

Unusual?

Oh, Detective Warren kid being out late.

He even had an internal APB out on his son.

- What's that got to do with the marina, though?

- I pulled him and some kid over at 3:45

in the morning, right by the marina.

- Some kid?

What do you mean, "Some kid?"

- Well, yeah, hang on a sec.

(soft suspenseful music)

Yeah, right here.

Kid named Darnell Freeman.

African American.

He looked kind of nervous, sweaty.

Even had a seizure.

- I, I'm sorry, wait a minute, Officer.

So, you pulled this kid over at 3:45 AM

on January the 18th by the marina?

- Yeah.

- With Richard Warren? - Yeah.

- Shit.

- Everything okay?

- Yeah, you know what kind of car they were driving?

- Yeah, it's a red F-150.

I mean, it's his dad's truck.

- Where were you last night?

- I was at home with my mom and sister all night.

- Hey, I gotta get out here.

My wife's gonna have my balls.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got you.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Hey, Joe, it's Will, pick up.

The fuck?

(line ringing)

Come on, come on.

(soft suspenseful music)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(plastic crunching) (suspenseful music continues)

(plastic crunching continues) (suspenseful music continues)

- Fuck!

(plastic crunching continues) (Richard panting)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(plastic crunching continues) (suspenseful music continues)

I'll make it quick.

He won't suffer.

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(plastic crunching continues) (Richard panting)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(soft beat music)

(keys jingling)

- Let's go figure this out, buddy, come on.

(doors open) (door closes)

(cellphone ringing) (tense suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues) (cellphone ringing continues)

- Goddammit, come on, come on, come on.

Joe, I need to talk to you, pick up the phone.

Pick up.

- Will, hey, I was looking for you.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome. - Please, leave a message.

- Joe, pick up, it's Will.

(suspenseful music continues) (pages flipping)

- They were there.

Goddammit, they were there.

(line ringing) (suspenseful music continues)

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Goddammit.

Answer your phone, Joe. - Please, leave a message.

- Joe, it's Will.

Pick up the fucking phone.

I'm on my way over, we have a problem.

(door opens)

- All right, come on in, buddy.

- Where's Richard?

- Oh, I think he's in the kitchen.

Hey, Richard.

Richard, come on out here, bud.

(Darnell grunts)

Take him down, son, take him down.

Hold him. - I'm holding him.

- Hold him down. - I'm holding him.

(Richard panting)

- He's out, shit.

- [Joe] Come on.

Get your ass up, son.

- I'm getting up. - Hurry up.

- Okay.

(Richard grunts) (suspenseful music continues)

- Let's go.

(Richard panting) (suspenseful music continues)

(footsteps swooshing) (suspenseful music continues)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(Stacy sobbing) (suspenseful music continues)

(Stacy panting and crying) (suspenseful music continues)

(Stacy panting and crying) (suspenseful music continues)

- Oh my God.

No.

No. (crying) (suspenseful music continues)

No. (crying) (suspenseful music continues)

Oh shit.

(suspenseful music continues) (Stacy sobbing)

(plastic crunching)

- Give me the tape.

(suspenseful music continues)

All right, put that over there.

Remind me to get rid of that thing.

Get the fucking rope.

You're doing it.

(suspenseful music continues)

(tape ripping)

(Detective Schultz knocking)

You expecting someone?

Go fucking see who that is.

Hurry up.

(tape ripping)

(Detective Schultz knocking) (tape ripping)

(Detective Schultz knocking)

- [Detective Schultz] Joe, it's will.

- Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

(Detective Schultz knocking) (tape ripping)

Hey, it's Detective Schultz.

- Fuck!

Finish this up.

Hurry up.

(tape ripping) (Detective Schultz knocking)

(tape ripping) (Detective Schultz knocking)

I'm coming.

Hold up.

(footsteps thudding) (Joe clears throat)

What do you want?

- You don't check my messages?

- What messages, man?

I have, my phone's in the truck.

- We got a problem. - Look, no, listen,

I'm dealing with shit with Stacy right now.

I don't have time- - I don't give a damn

about Stacy, you got bigger problems, Joe.

- What? - Richard's-

- What?

- Richard is wrapped up in the the Weir homicide.

- Come on.

Don't be ridiculous, man. - Joe, look at me.

Look at me, he is involved.

I am just here as a professional courtesy, okay?

Look, just let me ask him a couple of questions, all right?

- About what?

- About the night that Officer Bryan pulled him over.

- All right, fine.

As soon as you finish asking your questions,

can we forget this ever happened, please?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, you possibly think

that I wanna lock Richard up.

Richard! - Oh shit.

- Hey, Richard, come out here, Schultz is here, man.

(Richard sighs) (soft suspenseful music)

Schultz is here, wants to talk to you.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I was just working out in the garage.

- Just grab a seat for me.

(hand tapping) (Richard panting)

(Detective Schultz sighs)

Richard, I need to ask you a couple questions

about the night that you borrowed your dad's truck.

- I never borrowed my dad's truck.

- You never borrowed your dad's truck?

- I mean, I borrow it.

I didn't borrow it that night.

- Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down, Richard.

Do you even know what night I'm talking about?

- Look, Will, how about you stop treating him

like he's a fucking criminal

and just- - Hey, hey, fine, fine.

Okay.

On the night of January the 18th, where were you?

- I was home.

My dad can vouch for that.

(soft suspenseful music continues)

- Oh shit.

- Fuck!

- Do you know an officer Bryan?

- No.

- No?

So, you have no beef with an officer named Willie Bryan?

- No. - So, he would have

no reason to lie on you, right?

- I don't know an officer Bryan.

(Detective Schultz sighs)

- January 18th, 3:45 AM,

Officer Bryan pulled you and your best friend,

Darnell Freeman, over.

Can you explain to me how you can be here

and simultaneously a stone's throw away

from the marina on the night Weir but disappeared?

Huh?

(Darnell grunts)

(tape crunching) (Darnell grunts and groans)

(plastic crunching) (soft suspenseful music)

(Darnell grunts) (suspenseful music continues)

- Richard, don't answer that question.

Look, Will, whatever it is that you think he did,

he didn't do it.

- Joe, it's not up to me, okay?

I follow the evidence,

and the evidence led me here.

- Right.

Then you hand the case over to me and let me-

- Oh, come on. - This is my son.

(Darnell grunts)

- Fuck!

- What am I supposed to tell Terrell and his wife?

Huh, what, what about his kids?

- Fuck Terrell.

We're cops, Will.

The blue fucking wall. - The blue wall, whatever.

- That is to protect us and our kids.

Do the right fucking thing.

(tense suspenseful music)

(handle rattling)

- Shit.

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(plastic crunching)

Mom?

- It's over.

They know.

Ballistics came back this morning.

The murder weapon is 9 millimeter.

Look at me!

The same kind as that missing Walther.

(soft suspenseful music continues)

Stand up, Richard.

Stand up.

Richard, stand up.

- Come on, William. - Richard, stand up.

You're under arrest.

- Dad? - You have the right

to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law. - Can't do anything, here,

son. - Dad?

- You have the right to an attorney.

- I'm sorry, man. - Dad.

- If you cannot afford one,

one will be provided to you. - Dad, what the fuck?

- Nothing I can do, come on, Will.

- Dad? - Come on, Will.

Don't fucking do this.

(gun booming)

- Whoa, whoa. - Stacey?

What the fuck did you do?

The fuck did you do, Stacy?

Stacy?

- You want to hit me again, Joe?

Huh?

To make you feel good?

- Calm down, Stacy.

Okay, just put the gun down.

(soft melancholic music)

Put the gun down, Stacy.

- If you ever hit me again,

I swear to you, Joe.

I fucking swear to you,

I will kill you.

- I'm sorry.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Put the gun down, baby.

Give me the gun, Stacey.

Give me the gun.

Please.

I'm sorry.

(soft melancholic music continues)

Come on.

- Clean this shit up.

What about Darnell?

Is that done, huh?

- Mom?

- What? - What the fuck?

- I'm here at Detective Warren's house

with his whole family.

Mrs. Warren just shot the other detective.

There's blood everywhere.

If you don't hear from me in 10 minutes,

I need you to call the police and tell 'em that me

and Richard killed Terrell.

Oh, and Joe and Richard tried to kill me.

I love you, mama.

I'm no good at chess,

but I believe this is a stalemate.

Why?

- If was either gonna be me or you.

It's always gonna be you.

- Son of a bitch. - Fuck!

- Piece of shit.

- What the fuck you doing, boy?

- I wouldn't do that if I was you, Detective.

Remember, I gotta be on that phone in seven minutes.

- Okay.

(soft melancholic music continues)

- Now, you can clean this shit up.

(door closes)

(soft melancholic music continues)

(soft melancholic music continues)

(soft melancholic music ends)

- I want you to put money on my books

every month, Darnell.

- I got you.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

Every month, like clockwork.

Thanks, Shante.

- What are you thanking me for?

- For taking everything from me that day.

Shit, if you didn't,

I might be sitting right next to your ass right now.

So, thank you.

And fuck you.

(soft beat music)

Good luck.

(soft beat music continues)

(soft beat music continues)

(wheels rattling)

(bags clattering)

(soft beat music continues)

(Darnell sighs)

- You sure about this move?

- No.

Well, I can't be looking over my shoulder.

Shit, we need a new start.

New city.

- And you guys are gonna love Oakland.

- Word.

- Right.

- All right, let's go.

- Let's go, ladies.

- Let's go.

(soft beat music continues)

(car swooshing)

(door opens)

(door opens)

(Darnell sighs)

- Damn.

(door closes)

(soft beat music continues)

(soft beat music continues)

(siren blaring)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(soft beat music)

(traffic swooshing)

- Good evening, officer.

- You know why pulled you over this evening?

- No idea.

(upbeat music)

? And I've been thinking about it ?

? Everything getting so shrouded ?

? And I've been thinking about it ?

? Everything getting so shrouded ?

? I just be spitting my flows ?

? I just be spitting my flows ?

? I just been ripping these shows ?

? Ripping these ?

? Get at this shit that I know ?

? And I've been thinking about it ?

? Everything getting so shrouded ?

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