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(Leila screaming)

(suspenseful music)

(Leila crying)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- We are waiting on you, son.

(graphic crackling)

(Khalid gasping)

- Khalid, soon as you finish eating,

I need you to run to the market

to pick up a few things for me and your mama.

- I thought you just stocked up on groceries.

- Yeah, but your mama say

she need a few things, and besides,

it never hurt to have extra groceries in here.

(scoffs) Hell, the way you eat,

it ain't going to last long no way.

- Now, Ms. Rose, you know that's not a problem,

so long as I'm the one doing the cooking.

Okay?

You can eat as much as you want, baby.

- Vicki, you prepare the food, you don't buy the groceries.

- Neither do you.

That's what your benefits are for.

Now take your medication before

you run your blood pressure up

talking about what people can and can't eat, okay?

Bye, Khalid.

- I thought you just stocked up on groceries?

- Yeah we did.

But you know she use the grocery run as a way

for you to come see her

because you act like you too busy to stop by.

She's your mama, Khalid.

She shouldn't have to chase you down.

You want some orange juice in there?

Vicki ain't think to bring the damn juice to the table

while she stared and worried about what somebody say or do.

- If I'm gonna do it, then I ain't got to pay still.

- (sighs) Mm-hm.

Here.

That's a list groceries I need you to pick up.

And Khalid, could you try,

try to have a conversation with your mama when you stop by.

(suspenseful music)

Okay?

- [Derrell] Stupid bitch.

Now look what the fuck you made me do?

- [Leila] Derrell, please.

- [Derrell] Fucking told you

to mind your motherfucking business.

I fucking told you.

(dramatic music)

- [Speaker] Baby, please, no. (cries)

(door squeaking)

(door clacking)

- [Khalid] Mommy.

- I'm fine.

Sorry, baby.

- You don't look okay.

- You know Derrell, he don't mean no harm.

- Why does he have to hurt you?

- Because he loves me.

And you know, people do crazy things

when they're in love.

Everybody.

- But daddy loved you.

- He did.

But everybody loves differently, and, you know,

Derrell, he loves us in his own way,

and he's been good to us since Daddy died.

So we need to be good to him.

You understand?

Hey, you understand?

(packet rustling)

(eerie suspenseful music)

- Hey, yo, hold up.

- [Ghoul] He's calling us.

Don't you hear him?

It's time.

The door's open.

The door is open.

The door is open.

- Wait, who's calling us?

- [Ghoul] Don't you hear him?

- Who?

(suspenseful music)

- The dead.

- Jesus.

Fuck.

- [Attendant] What the hell?

It's okay.

You all right?

- I'm fine.

(fridge crackling)

(birds chirping)

(fist knocking)

(door clacking)

(door clacking)

- [Leila] Who is it?

Baby, is that you?

- Yeah, Ma, it's me.

- [Leila] Well, hi.

Well, that don't look like it came from the Earl Market.

- Ah, the Earl Market was closed early today.

- What?

Midday on a weekday. Hmm.

That's strange.

You know I've been going there since I was a little girl.

And you know Mr. Earl, he'd be open on a Sunday if he could.

That nigga ain't got no life outside

of (indistinct) meat.

But I guess it's kind of hard to have one when you look

and smell like the pigs you butcher. (laughs)

- There seems to be a lot of strange things going on lately.

- [Leila] Something wrong, baby?

- Nah, I'm just...

What happened to your face?

- Oh, babe, this is nothing.

You know your mama clumsy.

I was coming in the kitchen the other day

and I hit my head on that damn counter corner right there.

It's, you know, I wish some

of these floors would bevel out in this old house.

- She's lying.

She's lying to you.

Always lying.

- Babe.

Khalid. - The lying is the key.

The lying is the key.

The door is open.

The door is open.

- Khalid.

(Khalid gasping)

- It was him again, wasn't it?

- Baby.

No, no, no, no, no.

Me, me, me and Derrell, we've been past that.

Like, he's been good to me.

I promise.

Your face.

- Mom, do you think I'm stupid or something? Huh?

(somber music)

I ain't a fucking kid no more.

You think I'm finna believe that Looney Tune shit

about you hitting your hand on the counter.

- And you ain't grown enough

to be disrespecting me in my own house either.

So I suggest you watch your mouth.

I'm a grown-ass woman, son.

I appreciate your concern,

but I'll deal with my problems however I see fit,

when I see fit.

(vocalist chanting)

(apparition laughing)

You hear me, Khalid?

Khalid?

Hello?

- So he just keeps hitting you

and hitting you without any repercussions again and again.

- The door is open.

The door is open.

The door is open.

- He's the one that stepped up

and took care of the bills when yo daddy was gone.

And I appreciate him for that.

- And what happened to him? - And what happened to him?

- What?

Baby, you know what happened.

You were there.

I don't, like...

Baby, you...

Okay.

Look.

I'll be fine. Okay?

You let me worry about me and Derrell, okay?

You just live your life, okay?

(suspenseful music)

- The lives of liars are the keys

to the kingdom of the damned.

Only their mouths open the belly of the beast

from which the innocent will be our blood,

our wise son, he's the instructions

of the father, but a scoffer.

A scoffer does not listen to rebuke.

Now a debt is needed paid

on the altar of the grave.

Who shall be the sacrifice?

For the dead are calling for penance. (laughs)

- Khalid.

(Khalid gasping)

Khalid.

Khalid.

(Khalid groaning)

(starter motor clacking)

- The door is open.

(starter motor clacking)

(door clacking)

- Your GPS must be broke, little cuz,

'cause you couldn't be trying to come here.

- [Khalid] I gotta talk to you for a minute.

- Speak then, nigga.

- I got a favor to ask.

- A favor from little old me.

That brand new bitch from up the block

must have dropped your bald ass

for you to be coming around here.

- Come on with that bullshit, Blue.

- No, motherfucker, you come on.

My mama passed, a nigga don't see from you,

hear from you, nada.

Ain't been no signs of relations, YG.

You got you some uppity pussy and you ghosted a nigga.

But now you wanna come and ask me for a favor.

Just what the fuck can I do for you?

- No man, ain't even like that.

Look, a nigga had to switch gears

'cause I ain't wanna get caught up in the aftermath.

You and me both know after your mama passed,

you was on some old reckless shit, man.

Seem like ain't nothing changed.

That's exactly the kind of energy I need right now.

- What the fuck you mean,

that's the energy you need right now?

- That nigga, Derrell.

Yeah, he long overdue.

You already know what time it is.

- He onto to something right there, too.

Been had that motherfucker, Derrell, number in the books.

That nigga been patiently waiting to wipe

that motherfucker nose dry.

- Shut the up, fat-mouthed motherfucker.

Nobody asked your brick-built ass to say shit.

- But we got mutual interest.

- Yeah, maybe so.

But our beef with Derrell is a family affair.

And last time I checked, you ain't family.

- All you gotta do is point me in the right direction

and provide the backup.

I'll off that nigga and save you the trouble

of getting your boys' hands dirty.

Stuff goes south, man.

At least y'all still flying high.

- Like I said before, our beef with Derrell

is a family affair.

But we may have a way to work around that.

See what you gotta understand is,

murder ain't no one-sided ordeal, little cuz.

You hear?

A nigga willing to kill for you is a willing to die for you.

You understand?

If you want us to be willing to shed blood for you,

you gotta be willing to bleed for us.

(energetic music)

- [Speaker] Get 'em.

- Punk ass bitch. (fists thwacking)

- [Speaker] Get up, bitch.

Get 'em.

(people speaking indistinctly)

- [Speaker] Man, let's see what you got.

(fists thwacking)

Come on.

(person groaning)

(people speaking indistinctly)

(person gasping)

(Blue laughing)

(suspenseful music)

- [Apparition] I own you now. (laughs)

(fist knocking)

- [Rose] Who is it?

Well, look who it is.

Bartholomew, sweetheart.

I haven't seen you in years.

Oh, now look at you.

All grown up.

Give me a hug, boy.

- [Blue] How you been, Ms. Rose?

- [Rose] Blessed and (indistinct).

You here for Khalid?

- [Blue] Yes ma'am, I am.

- [Rose] Well, go on ahead and come in the house

and I'll go into this kitchen and get you a snack.

- [Blue] That won't be necessary.

- [Rose] You sure?

- [Blue] Yes ma'am.

- [Rose] Well, okay then, baby.

You know, I'm happy you are here though.

You know, it just ain't safe out there no more for anybody

be walking alone.

Did Khalid tell you how group

of boys jumped on him today leaving the market?

- [Blue] Why no, ma'am. He did not.

- [Rose] Mm-hm.

Came in here all bloody and hurting.

I nearly had a heart attack when I saw him.

I wanted to get him to the hospital,

but he insisted on staying home.

If that boy had to just give it up to the Lord,

because I can't do nothing else, baby.

I can show, love, pray. (laughs)

- [Blue] I know it is right, Ms. Rose.

- [Rose] Mm-hm.

- [Blue] My mom used to say the same thing.

- [Rose] Mm-hm.

- [Blue] But (indistinct) Khalid, that's a shame.

- [Rose] Yeah.

- He a good dude.

And everybody around here know it.

The dude is pure innocent, Ms. Rose.

(lock clacking)

He wouldn't hurt a fly

- Hey, yo.

Where exactly we going?

- One of my young niggas got word from a fiend

he was serving that he saw Derrell

at a hotel with a prostitute near Western.

Lil Bojee dropped a load to me

just before I pulled up on you.

- Typical nigga, man.

How far?

- Just up the block look, nigga.

Look, fam, when you pull up at the spot,

immediately roll down the window

and go to spraying, no hesitation.

You ready?

- I'm ready.

- All right. Here we go.

(engine rumbling)

(engine rumbling)

(handgun firing) (Derrell groaning)

- [Khalid] Fuck.

- [Blue] Where the fuck you going?

Motherfucker.

(feet clacking)

- [Khalid] Come back here. (groans)

Fuck.

(apparition laughing)

(feet clacking)

(static crackling)

(handgun firing)

(feet clacking) (dog barking)

(Derrell groaning)

- Come on man. Please don't do this.

- Shut the fuck up.

- Khalid.

- Shut the fuck up.

- What the fuck you think you doing, little nigga?

- After all the fucking shit

you put me and my moms through after all these years

wasn't gonna catch up to you?

Huh?

- So what?

You supposed to be tough shit now?

Huh?

- Don't fucking move.

- Or what?

You gonna fucking shoot me?

Nah, your scary ass ain't built that way.

You ain't nothing but a bitch.

Yeah.

That's what fuck I thought.

Bitch-made just like your punk ass daddy.

- What the fuck did you just say?

- You heard me, little nigga.

That punk motherfucker got to popping

his gums the first chance he got.

He didn't expect motherfuckers

to find out the way they did though.

That's why it pays to wash the mouths you feed.

Unless them motherfuckers opened up for something else,

and when it was all said and done,

I guess fuck niggas do what they gotta do.

Ain't no telling, your sissy ass daddy

probably would've been somebody bitch.

Call it karma if I wasn't it.

- Wait.

What the fuck are you trying to tell me, Derrell?

You killed my dad.

- What the fuck you think. (handgun firing)

(Khalid screaming)

(graphic chiming)

(graphic chiming)

(graphic chiming)

(engine rumbling)

- [Blue] You know it don't pay

to be anxious, my nigga.

- Yeah, I'm not in the mood right now, B.

- I'm just saying.

I just want you to remember that this was your idea.

Niggas tend to go to bitching and go to snitching,

try to cover their own ass.

- Man, pull over, B.

Said pull over man.

Let me out.

I'm serious. Let me out.

- Get the fuck out, nigga.

(door clacking) (suspenseful music)

- I just wanna remind you, when I need to look for you.

Don't make me come find you.

All right?

I own you.

Goofy ass nigga.

(door thudding)

♪ She never been a whole wife before ♪

♪ Been creepin' in the night ♪

♪ Never had a door held for her ♪

♪ She's lived a hard knock life ♪

♪ Never had a real one beside her ♪

♪ I'll open up her eyes ♪

♪ Open up her eyes ♪

♪ Tell her she's the only one for me now ♪

♪ The one who makes me feel alive ♪

♪ Never gotta question loyalty ♪ (fist knocking)

- [Marie] Who is it?

- It's Khalid. ♪ Never gotta question why ♪

♪ No no no ♪

♪ Never got to sleep alone at night ♪

♪ Or even have the teary eyes ♪

♪ Learned from my past ♪

- About time you came

to see me. ♪ Understood my mistakes ♪

Come on. ♪ Hate what was done ♪

♪ All the choices I've made ♪

The semester started

almost a month ago. (door thudding)

What took you so long to come and see me?

- (sighs) It ain't even like that.

Nigga just been busy taking care of Nana,

keeping my dukes in line.

- Child boo.

I speak to your nana damn near every day,

and she's still wondering

if you actually gonna enroll this semester.

And plus, boy, your mama is grown.

She do not need your help keeping in line.

Maybe you just ain't miss me enough.

- You gotta vibe out.

Look, I already told you,

I'm gonna be here in the next semester.

I'm just taking my time.

Know what they say,

nigga never too old to go to college.

- Mm-hm.

So what brought you my way tonight?

Mm-mm.

Answer me first.

- Just chilling with Blue.

You know?

Out this way.

Figure out come by see you. - Blue?

Khalid, what the fuck are you doing hanging out with Blue?

You know ever since Ms. Harbor died, he ain't been right.

- Yeah, Marie, I know.

- Nah, clearly you don't know, because if you did,

you would know that any nigga

that wants a future ain't gonna hang out

with a bum nigga like Blue.

- All right, Marie.

- Nah, ain't no all right, Khalid.

Anytime I speak to Ms. Rose on the phone,

she's always concerned for you,

wondering that you got all damn this potential

but ain't gonna do nothing with it,

wasting away in your room in a depressive episode

and now you out here kicking it with this bum nigga, Blue.

What?

You want your folks to find you

the way you and your mom found your pops?

Khalid, you got all this heat on your chest

when it comes to Derrell,

but what he did for you to step up

and be a father and keep you out the fucking streets

is better than he did for his own goddam son.

I guess there's some things in your dad

he just didn't want you to see.

- Look, you don't know what the fuck you talking about.

- Nah, fuck that, Khalid.

We know that motherfucker ain't shit,

just like every other nigga past 95th.

But what he and your mom have going on,

ain't none of your goddam business.

And plus, what he did for you,

stepping up and being a father is a lot

better than a lot of these nigga's homeboys

would've dumped...

- If it wasn't for that bastard motherfucker,

my pops would still be here.

Not dead

Here.

- Khalid, your face.

(suspenseful music)

- That bastard deserved that bullet in his dome.

He deserve every bit of hell reserved for his ass

for putting me and my moms

through the fucking shit he put us through.

The door is open, the door is open,

the door is open, the door is open,

the door is open, the door is open.

- Khalid.

Khalid, what's going on with you?

(suspenseful music)

- The dead called for his blood and I paid the fool.

Marie, I can't stop the voices, Marie.

I can't stop the voices. (Marie crying)

- Khalid, it's okay.

- I can't stop

the voices, Marie. - It's okay, Khalid.

It's okay.

- I'm sorry.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I can't stop the voices.

- It's okay, Khalid.

I know that you would never hurt anyone.

That's not even like you.

- But what if it's in me?

(thunder rumbling) (rain pattering)

(Khalid gasping) (crickets chirping)

(suspenseful music)

- The door is open in the midst of us.

- What the fuck?

- The dead require another.

The deed is not yet done.

- What the fuck?

Nah, man, that motherfucker, Derrell, is dead.

I avenged you

- Can death be avenged by death?

Is the one you call father death

or is he just one that is within the dead?

- The fuck are you talking about?

You, you are my father.

- Death is indifferent to the dead.

It is all consuming, glutinous,

feasting upon the souls of those who have forsaken life.

- What the fuck, man?

How the fuck do I end this, man?

What the fuck do you want from me?

- The lies of the liar are the keys to the kingdom.

Ask the liar.

- Who?

(Khalid gasping)

- Oh, hey.

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- Good, because there's somewhere I wanna take you.

(birds chirping)

- What we doing out here, Marie, man?

I ain't with all this.

Yo, mosquitoes, it's hot out here.

If you wanted to kill me,

you coulda did that a couple miles back.

(Marie laughing)

Well, darn.

Least we would've had some air condition.

- [Marie] Shut up, boy, with your crazy self.

- [Khalid] You notice how people come up missing?

- [Marie] (laughs) Yeah.

- [Khalid] Dang.

- We here.

(water babbling)

Come on.

- Hold up.

What we about to do out here?

- We're painting.

- [Khalid] Painting?

- [Marie] Yeah.

- That's your idea of a perfect date, painting?

What, you about to order some wine and crackers next?

(Marie laughing)

Look, I think I see garcon coming outta the water.

- Not garcon.

- He got a platter.

(Marie laughing)

- Boy, shut the fuck up and take this.

Here.

Take your canvas.

Take your paint brush.

- Are you serious? - Yes.

Here's some paint.

Here.

Paint that tree.

- Oh, that shit?

- Yeah.

- That shit easy.

El Negro Picasso.

- So when you're painting, try to paint the colors

as you see them, not as you necessarily think of them.

You see that tree bark on the tree?

- Which one?

- That one.

- [Khalid] Yeah.

- What color is it?

- It's brown, Marie.

Just like every other tree bark.

- No, there is not a single tree out here

with brown tree bark.

A tree has shades of green and grayish blue.

A combination of other colors

layered together to create a brown.

But there's not one monocolor color in that tree bark.

Everything you see out here,

from the plants to the stream to the dirt and the sky,

are all a combination of different colors,

different shades that are layered on top of one another

to create the colors that we see.

(Marie laughing)

It's vivid and vibrant.

Breathing and living.

That's life, Khalid.

No monocolors, no black and white or even shades of gray.

It's vivid and vibrant.

Sometimes it helps to still yourself

to really appreciate the beauty of it all.

(birds chirping)

- That's why we here, huh?

To appreciate nature.

- No, we're here to give your eyes a new perspective.

A chance to see new colors.

As long as there's light in your eyes,

there's a chance to see breathing,

living colors, a new path,

a personal theology that paves the way

to a new found way of living.

Death cannot reside where life is seeming.

That's why they call it transitioning.

Even at the edge of this life,

we simply transition into the next one,

into the arms of a living God.

We evade death because where there is life, God can exist.

Well, at least for our God.

Never let that light leave your eyes, Khalid.

You gonna be okay?

- Yeah, I'll be all right.

- Good

Now get the fuck out of my car. (laughs)

- Crazy, you know that.

- Khalid.

- [Khalid] Yeah.

- Please be careful.

(door clacking)

(door clacking)

- [Rose] Is that you, Khalid?

(door clacking)

- Yes ma'am. It's me.

Dang, Nana.

Who aggravated you.

Got you pulling out the stress yarns.

Vicki must have came over and got on your nerves again, huh?

(Rose crying)

What's wrong, Nana?

- Your mama called saying Derrell got killed last night.

- That's tough.

- Mm-hm.

I need you to go see her.

Spend some time with her.

She been crying and hysterical all day

calling after you, Khalid.

- Yeah, that was my bad.

You know, after hanging out with Blue,

I went to see Marie, had my phone turned off.

But I'll make sure to go check on her.

- Khalid.

- [Khalid] Ma'am.

- Exactly where were you and Bartholomew last night?

- You know me and Blue, we just be chilling.

Nowhere special.

- Be careful of nowhere.

The spirits there always looking for somewhere to go.

(suspenseful music)

(train whistling)

(fist knocking)

- [Leila] The door's open.

(door clacking)

(door clacking)

- Hey, Ma, you good?

Nana told me something happened to Derrell,

I just left her house.

- Hey baby, look who came to see me?

- Khalid.

What's happening, little nigga?

- Yeah.

His mama called and told him about Derrell,

so he rushed on over to see me.

- Aw.

- What's good, D.

I didn't expect you to pop up into town.

- Yeah, well, you know I got my reason to try

to keep a low profile, you know what I'm saying?

Me and your old man, we never see eye to eye.

I mean, you know this better than anybody,

but can't really choose your fathers now, can we?

- Yeah, I guess not.

- All right, Ms. Lei.

- Okay, baby.

- I'm gonna head out, check in on my dukes.

- And you know, once me

and your grandmother make funeral arrangements,

I'll make sure to reach out to you, okay?

- Yes, please do.

- Okay.

You take care. Be safe.

- Oh, you know I will. (laughs)

Khalid, man.

Be seeing you real soon.

(hands clapping)

Real soon. (laughs)

- You okay?

Why you being so weird?

- What's he doing here?

Thought him and Derrell was always at each other necks,

ain't he on the run?

- The boy is not on the run.

He's just laying low further down south

till these janky ass local police

further their investigation

and they can clear his name.

And his daddy just died.

I'm assuming you know

since I've been calling your ass all night.

- He's still on the run.

He's wanted for a string of murders.

- His daddy just died, Khalid.

God forbid somebody come up to you talking about,

"What are you doing here at your daddy funeral?"

- I was seven years old and not a murderer.

- Yet.

- You know, I feel like you're more concerned about the fact

that DJ's here more than the fact that Derrell is dead.

Khalid, Derrell is dead.

- Who called him here?

- [Leila] What?

- Who called DJ here?

(suspenseful music)

- His mother, Khalid.

The moment Derrell was shot to death in a backstreet alley,

DJ called me.

What's the problem?

(suspenseful music)

- Lies of the liar.

- That's bullshit.

DJ ain't never had no love for Derrell,

and for a nigga that's on the run,

he's spending a lot of time outside visiting houses

of a nigga he ain't really care about.

He came to see you of all people.

Oh, there's something more.

- [Leila] Khalid, what is going on with you?

- I spoke to Derrell before he died.

- What?

- What happened to my father?

- There it is. (laughs)

- [Leila] You know what happened, baby?

We talked about this.

- Yeah, Ma, but why did it happen?

(suspenseful music)

Don't lie to me, Lei.

- Lei.

Why'd you call me?

- What happened?

- Derrell murdered your father.

- Did you know when it happened?

Did you know?

- Yes, I knew.

And I was hoping he would.

(somber music)

Your father was a asshole,

and I hated him just as much as all the reasons

that you hate Derrell now.

Oh, I know you don't remember.

You were so young, but it got so bad.

You just don't know.

But he took care of us.

The money, the clothes, the cars.

I mean, we had it all.

We, baby, we could afford the finest trimmings

with the money your father and Derrell hustled.

You know, those trifling ass police.

Baby, they came and they knocked at the door.

Your daddy got nervous.

He was about to tell everything.

And I could not let that happen, baby.

I...

No, no.

He didn't get to treat me like this.

He didn't get to put me through hell and not break even.

No, no, no.

He didn't get to get scared.

He owed me a better life.

So I did what I had to do.

I told Derrell that your father was planning on talking,

and I tucked you into bed one night

and once you were in bed,

they shot the front door of the house.

And I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry.

I know, I'm sorry.

I had to protect us.

I did what I had to do.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Khalid, what are you doing?

(suspenseful music)

Khalid.

What are you...

(Leila gurgling)

- Finish the deed. - Khalid.

- Seal the door shut.

- Please.

- [Apparition] Finish the deed.

(Khalid groaning)

- What is wrong with you?

- [Apparition] Finish the deed.

Seal the door shut.

- [Leila] You look like him.

(Leila gasping)

(Leila crying)

(fist knocking)

- [Speaker] Man, fuck this shit.

- [Speaker] Yo, Blue.

- [Speaker] I don't want to hear it.

Y'all be (indistinct).

- Blue.

(people chattering)

- About time your ass showed up.

I thought I had to go find you

between some pedigree pussy or something.

- Hey, look, man, we got a problem, Blue.

- Yeah, we got a problem motherfucker.

Don't think just because you wet your whistle once,

you get to go to Cancun.

I told you this ain't no one-and-done operation.

- Look, DJ is back in town.

- Stop bullshitting.

That nigga got too much heat this way to be in this area.

Plus he don't fuck with Derrell no way.

Shit, if we ain't kill him first,

he probably would've beat us to it.

- Nah, man, that nigga's back.

- How you know?

- I saw him, I saw him in my mom's crib.

- What'd he say?

- He ain't say nothing, but shit, man.

I think he know.

- You think or you know?

- (sighs) I know.

- Well, shit.

The motherfucker back in town.

Ain't much we could do about it.

You just need to lay low, you know,

and just chill for a minute.

What you need to do is go back to them dorms,

seem like a nigga can't find you

when you step

between shorty legs. - Wait.

Nah, bro, Blue, look, man,

we gotta fucking do something.

- I say go home.

- What the fuck, man?

I tell him this nigga DJ back in town,

and he brush it off like it ain't shit.

- You talk about the boogie man long enough,

that motherfucker become real.

(Khalid gasping)

(Khalid crying)

(eerie suspenseful music)

- You have failed to complete the deed.

The dead still require another.

- What are you talking about?

Man, I'm done.

This game is over.

I'm not doing this anymore.

- [Apparition] The game is not yet done.

- I will not kill my mother.

- I think you misunderstand us.

You are the conduit, the high priest and the temple.

The unholy vessel.

You'll be offered up to your father,

he that has been consumed as soon now and within death.

Or you will offer yourself unto the father

as the dead still require another.

- What does that mean?

Who does that mean?

(Khalid gasping)

- You know, I figured I'd find you over here.

There's always a temptation to go back

to the place where you first popped your cherry. (laughs)

(suspenseful music)

(DJ laughing)

- [Khalid] Hey, D, man, look, please, all right.

Look, I'm sorry.

I didn't want any of this to happen, okay?

I didn't mean for this to happen.

Look, I just wanted to protect my mother.

I just wanted peace.

The dead call for retribution.

- Right. Right. (laughs)

Oh, all's forgiven. (laughs)

God damn, nigga.

Do you ever hear yourself talk?

Shit.

You know, you might be crazier than me.

I don't give a fuck about what you're talking about, man.

And frankly, fuck that nigga Derrell.

Shit, he probably raised you a better son

than he did his own seed, man.

- [Khalid] Come on man.

Please, man.

Why the fuck are you here then?

- Oh my god.

You see, that's the problem with niggas these days, man.

They always going around acting like bitches.

Do you ask an artist why he creates fucking art.

Nah, you don't.

You just step back and appreciate the bullshit

that's on the canvas, man.

Nah, nah, nah.

Do I make you nervous?

I do this shit for the love of the game.

- [Khalid] Oh man, come on.

- You just gave me great fucking reason to play again.

- [Khalid] Come on, D, please, man.

Please.

- Yeah.

I thought my father raised you to be a man.

Why you acting like a bitch?

You a killer.

We killers together, my guy.

- Come on, man. - We're supposed

to be able to face death

and look at it and laugh.

Aren't you gonna laugh at this moment?

- [Khalid] Fuck you, man.

- Fuck me?

Fuck you.

(Khalid crying)

- [Khalid] Fuck you man.

- Look, look, look.

I'll do you a favor.

All right?

- [Khalid] Come on, man.

- I'll save your face.

Call it a courtesy to your mama.

Only gut shots, that all right?

- [Khalid] Come on, man.

Please, D.

- Nah, nah.

Man up.

Man the fuck up.

- [Khalid] Oh, please, man.

- Now my father ain't raised no bitch, man up.

- [Khalid] Come on, man.

- Khalid, you was a good kid.

You know that?

You should have just been painting inside the fucking lines.

(gun firing) (Khalid groaning)

You a killer.

This is nothing.

How about another one?

(gun firing)

(DJ laughing)

Easy there, cowboy.

Easy.

I want your body,

I want your blood on this beautiful canvas

that I'm painting.

So let's give them one more for the road, all right?

(gun firing) (DJ laughing)

Oh, you're beautiful. (laughs)

I should do this more often.

(DJ whistling)

(eerie somber music)

- And now he has been offered up to the father

so that they may become of one mind and one body.

A new creature.

(suspenseful music)

- He's waking up.

- [Leila] Oh my god, my baby.

Hey.

- Hold on, hold on.

Let us help you, baby.

- What happened?

- You passed out in the middle of damn where nowhere

with a fever.

Blue found you.

And he brought you home.

- Blue brought me home?

Where's he now?

- Blue...

Blue got arrested.

Not long after he dropped you off,

he murdered DJ.

Apparently the gun he had on him matched

the shell casings found at Derrell's murder.

I guess once he found out DJ was in town,

he wanted to get to DJ before DJ got to him.

Local police chalked it up to usual gang violence.

- Damn, nephew.

- Nephew?

- (laughs) It's the new lingo. Ms. Lei.

You know, us young folks have our own language.

Oh, I forgot to tell Nana.

I got so caught up in you waking up that I forgot

to let her know.

She's been praying downstairs all day.

I'm happy to see that you're okay.

(somber music)

- Yeah.

I'm gonna put something on the stove for you.

I know having a fever rob you of your appetite,

but I know you hungry.

I love you.

- I love you too, Ma.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(eerie energetic music)

(person laughing)

♪ They tried to bury me ♪

♪ But I'm Solomon Grundy ♪

♪ Now I'm back from the dead ♪

♪ And everybody getting hunted ♪

♪ Starting with you, bitch ♪

♪ You think I don't know what you did ♪

♪ You set me up and wet me ♪

♪ I'll take you out with your own kid ♪

♪ Finish the deed Khalid ♪

♪ You know what to do ♪

♪ You can't trust this lady ♪

♪ She'll set you up and she'll murder you ♪

♪ We gotta kill them first ♪

♪ No bodies won't need a hearse ♪

♪ Then they can join us down here ♪

♪ Having fun with eternal thirst ♪

♪ It's dark and hell is hot ♪

♪ Ashes never rest ♪

♪ I just sit back and plot ♪

♪ Eyes ever rest ♪

♪ Two in your chest ♪

(gun firing)

♪ Two in your head. ♪

♪ Wait for your soul to wake up ♪

♪ And kill it to make sure you dead ♪

♪ Yeah, finish the deed ♪

♪ I need two souls ♪

♪ They'll never see me coming in these streets ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm too cold. ♪

♪ No rest for the weary ♪

♪ Will it stop? ♪

♪ Really, who knows? ♪

♪ Ashes never rest ♪

♪ So we let the plots unfold ♪

♪ Yeah, finish the deed ♪

♪ I need two souls ♪

♪ They'll never see me coming in the streets ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm too cold ♪

♪ No rest for the weary ♪

♪ Will it stop? ♪

♪ Really, who knows? ♪

♪ Ashes never rest ♪

♪ So we let the plots unfold ♪

♪ I'm not the judge ♪

♪ I'm just the Punisher ♪

♪ Cold in your eyes ♪

♪ Ghost Rider sums it up ♪

♪ We was homies bro ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ CMB ♪

♪ CMB ♪

♪ Now you up here on this rooftop with bended knees ♪

♪ Y'all we got ♪

♪ Money G ♪

♪ Pocket squeeze ♪

♪ Matter of fact ♪

♪ I let Khalid do it ♪

♪ Earn your keep ♪

♪ Do it ♪

♪ I should have known you was a broski ♪

♪ Hating on my whole life ♪

♪ Eventually toast me ♪

♪ Hitting on my wifey ♪

♪ In these streets we'll do you grossly ♪

♪ But we gonna slide on them ♪

♪ Keep it moving like some Folgers ♪

♪ Finish the deed ♪

♪ I need two souls ♪

♪ Catch him in these streets ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm too cold and breaking real bad ♪

♪ Like I'm too cold ♪

♪ Yeah, finish the deed ♪

♪ I need two souls ♪

♪ They never see me coming in these streets ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm too cold ♪

♪ No rest for the weary ♪

♪ Will it stop ♪

♪ Really, who knows? ♪

♪ Ashes never rest ♪

♪ So we let the plots unfold ♪

♪ Yeah, finish the deed ♪

♪ I need two souls ♪

♪ They'll never see me coming in these streets ♪

♪ Because I'm too cold ♪

♪ No rest for the weary ♪

♪ Will it stop? ♪

♪ Really, who knows? ♪

♪ Ashes never rest ♪

♪ So we let the plots unfold ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ We let the plots unfold ♪

♪ Ashes never rest ♪

♪ So we let the plot unfold ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ (indistinct) your homies ♪

(eerie suspenseful music)

- [Apparition] Finish the deed.

(vocalist laughing)