All language subtitles for Black Slasher - 2023

(upbeat hip-hop music)

(crickets chirping)

(suspenseful ambient music)

- Hey, ladies, hey, y'all watch out

for this goofy mahfucker right here.

- Oh, shit, Brother Raymond!

So good to see you, my brotha.

- This motherfucker right here.

- What's up, Reverend Rico?
- Not a mothafuckin' thang

but the rock, rock, rock.

(Rico laughing)

Hey, I'm fittina fall on the rock.

What's up, baby?

I'm proud of you, been
prayin' every minute.

That shit don't to nothin'.

- Hey, what the fuck
is wrong with you man?

- I'm sorry my brother,
got that Tourette syndrome.

Where that pussy! I'm sorry.

Shit, it's getting real
bad when I need a fixer.

- Man, you need a fix?

- Sometimes my brotha.

♪ Late in the midnight hour ♪

♪ A nigga need to fuck ♪

Shit, ah, shit.

- Oh, you like what I got up
in there, let me find out.

- Okay, my brotha, I ain't
had no pussy in about a week.

Give me them titties!

- You one of them crooked
ass bitches aren't you?

- Look motherfucker, stop
playin' with me nigga.

I need my shit, come on.
- Nigga you got some money?

This shit ain't cheap.

- Do I have some mothafuckin' money.

- Yeah.

- Give me, give me, give me,
give me all that shit man.

You got some other shit in there too.

- Huh?
- Love that pussy.

- You like what you see
in there, let me find out.

- What's up with that right there?

- Hold it, what girl you want?
- What girl I want?

Well let me see, um...

I'll take that one there, and um,

I see another one in the back,

cute with a little snatch-a.

I want that too.

♪ 'Cause two is better than one ♪

Can I get a witness, yeah?

Come on, get your ass out the car lady.

Let me bite that thang.

(Rico laughing)
I'm sorry, excuse me.

You're so much (indistinct).

Go on in the back, take
care of the level seats.

Titty nipples!
(Rico laughing)

- Yeah, you got 30 minutes.
- Yeah, 30 minutes.

All right, all right, yeah baby.

I ain't got no watch nigga.
- Hey, you got 30 minutes.

- Nigga, I'm keeping these hoes.

- Nigga, you ain't crazy.

- I might be crazy.

I just bought like $1,000
worth of crack and got bitches.

(Rico laughing)
(engine purring)

(door slamming)

(ominous music)
(crickets singing)

(Rico laughing)

Ladies, give me one second.

I need my fix-ah.

Give me one second okay?

(funky rhythm guitar music)

♪ I feel like a million dollars ♪

(Rico inhaling)

(funky beat drops)

How you all feel back
there, you all comfortable?

You ladies hot? Oh my god, fuck!

I'm hot as a mother-

I feel like I'm gonna
catch on fire in here.

Oh shit!

- Man, what the fuck, man?

Hurry up with my girls.

- Ah! The fuck!

Maybe I need another hit on the doctor,

I feel like I'm about to melt.

I'm about to burn the fuck up!

Get me out of the car!

Let me out of here, goddamn it!

I think I'm about to catch on fire, shit!

Fuck out of this car,
nigga what the fuck man!

I'm on fire!

Oh it's hot! I need water!

Ah! Get off me, get off!

All I need is some, gimme some water!

Goddamn!
(Rico shrieking)

Get off, get off me, get out of here!

(Rico hollering)

Ah shit!

I need some water!

(Rico shrieking indistinctly)

- What the fuck man?

Got this nigga running
down the road and shit,

all in his motherfucking drawers and shit.

What the fuck?

The fuck is that?

(foreboding music intensifies)

Hey, hey, hey, girls.

Hey! Where you all going?

What the fuck man, fuck y'all too.

All right, I got girls better anyway.

(ominous music intensifies)

(blade hissing)

(blood splattering)

(blade hissing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(upbeat music)

♪ G, O, G, O Nation come party with me ♪

♪ It's Friday night, ladies
'bout to turn it up ♪

♪ Fellas get the trony
Henny up in your cup ♪

♪ Party party, I wanna
see ya comin' through ♪

♪ Ladies stayin' cute, twerkin' workin' ♪

♪ Roll, Zip, let me blaze on up ♪

♪ If you had a hard week
and you don't give a fuck ♪

♪ Where my real G's at,
put them (indistinct) up ♪

♪ Hey we from D.C., come
party with me, hey ♪

♪ GoGo Nation, party with me,
GoGo Nation, party with me ♪

♪ GoGo Nation, party with me,
GoGo Nation, party with me ♪

- Give my shit right back.

(bantering cacophony)

- Yes, yes, yeah, yeah, man what's up....

- I ain't mad at you.

- Hey, what time is it?
- I ain't mad.

See, I ain't mad at ya.

- Shit man, I'm so glad
I got this shit back.

- It's almost 6:30, son.
- For real?

- Yeah, man.
- Shit.

Yeah, I'm gon' be late as shit, man.

These mothafuckas gon be mad at me, man.

That's bullshit, bruh.
- I gotta go though, man.

Aight man, appreciate you.

- Hey I'm gonna get with you tomorrow.

- Man, thanks man, run
them pockets later on.

Best believe that, aight?
- I'm gonna get it back, haha.

- All right, be safe out here, man.

- Aight.
- Aight.

- Hey listen up.

I need all my soldiers to be on point

so we can get this money,
and that includes Damon.

Where the fuck is this nigga at? See man?

- That's that shit.

This shit is too fucking important

to be fuckin' with that nigga.

He is dead weight Saizon.

Let that nigga go.

- Listen, I got this down to a T.

That nigga just a decoy in our plan.

He can't fuck this up.

- You need to stop
letting that nigga slide.

He making us all look fuckin' weak.

- Fuck Damon.

He don't need to be with us anyway.

- Hey look, Damon gotta come see me.

For right now?

Now let's get this motherfuckin' money.

(they sigh)

- Hey Saizon, what's up
with your little sister?

She with all this shit?

- Fuck no, nigga. She just does my books.

She make sure my money straight.

Fuck is you asking all
these questions for?

- I just like the operation.

I just really want to be a part of it.

You just tell me what I need to do.

- Nigga, stay patient and
loyal. You'll get there.

- No can't you see we conducting business?

(suspenseful music)

- Man.

Supposed to have been there man.

Just think Saizon will be mad as shit.

We lie to this nigga, though.

Yo, Saizon, yo.

I'm in traffic man.

- Hey look, bruh,

my girl told me don't
even fuck with you bro.

This some serious shit.

And you ain't even about that life.

- I'm on my way. I'm in traffic though.

- Listen, you ain't nothing
like your brother yo.

Man, he was a G.

- Come on, my bad man.

I got you. I got you though.

- And before that nigga died,

I told him I would look after you but you.

But you gonna fuck around
and get somebody killed.

- Come on. Nah, nah.

- I ain't fuckin' with you bro.

- Come on man.

- I can't fuck with him.

- That's what I've been saying.

- (sighing) Fuck, made
a promise to that nigga.

- Look it is what it is, baby.

(downtempo R&B music)

♪ Close my eyes and watch you ♪

♪ Babe we're gonna rock it ♪

♪ Been workin' on my perfect game ♪

♪ At least I was before you came up ♪

♪ Oh, there I go ♪

- Girl, what's up with you and Black?

- I mean, we getting real serious.

He couldn't keep his
hands off me just now.

- Well, if I was you I'd be careful.

He's known to be a dog.

I heard stories about him.

- Girl, don't worry about me.

I know how to keep a man.

Once men get a taste of
this, and they be whipped.

- (scoffing) Aight.

- Oh my bad.

You wanted Black, didn't you, girl?

You got to go after what you want.

Besides, I'm his type.

He wouldn't go for you.

- Trust me, I don't want Black.

- Girl, whatever.

I see how you be looking at him.

- Ain't nobody was
looking at no damn Black.

You trippin'.

- Jon, I need you to take
the bag with all the work.

Smoke Dog, I need you to
be parked on the side.

I wanna go in unarmed.

So them niggas can think
it's on the up and up.

- Yes sir.

You ain't gotta worry about me.

I'ma be right on that roof,

with that rifle pointed
right at that fuckin' head.

- Yo, yo, why you got me driving?

- Fuckin' what? What?

- I should be going to the
roof, I'm a better shot.

Do you even trust him?

I mean I was a fuckin'
sniper in the Marines.

- Come on, man.

- Nigga, what the fuck
is you talking about?

You new to this crew.

Stay in your fuckin' place, bro.

- Yo, all I'm trying to say
is, would you fuck with a nigga

who come up and talk to
you like, "yes, Sir".

Now, put me on the roof,
I'm a way better shot.

That way, you got backup on the inside.

You can get one of the
girls to drive for you.

- I saw that shit.

- Yo Black, what the fuck you doin' yo?

He don't even do shit.

- Yo, I'm tellin' you.

I ain't trust this nigga since day one.

If you put him on a roof,
he gonna get us killed.

- Yo, he already proved hisself.

He one of us!

- What do I got to do to
prove I got everybody's back?

- My bad.

My bad I ain't catch that shit earlier.

(gunshot explodes)

- Yo, Black, what the fuck, dog?

- Black! Black!

- Black, what the fuck?
(group screaming)

- Told, y'all.

Look, he's a fuckin' FBI agent.

His real name's Arthur Henderson, man.

- God damn, Black!

What the fuck, we're going to jail!

Why did you shoot a Fed?

- Yo, get in the truck.

Everybody in the truck.
Everybody in the truck.

- What the fuck?
- No, no. No!

- In the truck, in the truck!

Get in the truck! Come on.

- Bitch! Come your ass on, let's go.

(pensive rhythmic music)

- Fuck. What the fuck just happened?

- I don't know.

- Fuck, yo, we are going to jail.

I don't wanna go to jail.

- No, no, no, I cannot go to jail.

- Damn.

- Gotta calm down, y'all gotta calm down.

- No, no we can't fuckin' calm down.

- Why did you do that shit?

- This is all your fault, Black.

All your fault!
- All your fault, man!

- Why is it my fault?
- Why did you have to do that?

- Why'd you do that shit right now?

- Yo, I saved your life.
He was a fuckin' Fed man.

He was a Fed. What you wanted me do?

What the fuck man? Y'all have to relax.

- You ain't think this shit through.

- Yo, he was a Fed, point blank.

I protect my fuckin'
crew. That's what I do.

- So the Fed's not coming,
now the rest of 'em will.

(everyone hollering)

- Hey, yo, everybody shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up!

(engine purring)

(traffic whooshing)

(horn sputtering)
- Babe, what are you doing?

It's only a matter of time
before the Feds catch up to us.

- Listen, just gimme a minute
so I can think about it.

Fuck, that play was gonna
set us up for life, yo.

Fuck.
- Right.

- Yo, we left the fuckin' drugs!

Yo, fuck!
- Dang.

And we can't go back to the house.

- Look, somebody better get my shit.

- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

You know what, let's
call that nigga, Damon.

- Yeah, good idea, call that nigga.

- No, no, no, no.

We gotta stop dealing with that nigga.

All he ever do is fuck shit up.

- Look, it's our only chance right now.

- No.

- Damon is our only chance right now.

- Yo, where you at?

- Saizon, what's up man?

- I need you to grab
that bag by the stairs,

and bring it to me.
- Aight, bet, I got you.

- Yeah, I'ma text you
the location, all right?

- I got you bro, I'm gonna be on my way.

- All right.

- That's it?

- He the only nigga we
can trust right now.

Anybody else, they taking that shit.

Aight?

- Why y'all always using Damon?

- Man, fuck that nigga.

Well, I'ma text him the location.

- He's a good man.

- Shut your goody-two-shoes ass up.

You know, you better be lucky
that Sai is your brother.

I'd fuck you up out here.

- You know what, Chyna, whatever.

You lucky you his girl.

- What?
- Y'all.

- That little degree that you got

ain't gonna stop you from
gettin' your ass whooped.

- You know what, this college girl

is gonna whoop your fuckin' ass.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah!

(group shouting)

- Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!
- Chill.

- Yo, knock that shit off, yo.

We got a fuckin' dead fed in the crib,

and y'all beefing over petty shit?

Knock that shit off.

The fuck.

- Yo, babe, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
- Yo.

- Yo, we gotta get goin' y'all.

- Let's just get back in
the truck, and get going.

Destiny, you drive.

- I'll drive.

- Come sit in the back with me.

(handles click)

(doors slam)

- Yo, let's get the fuck out the city man.

Fed's already on our ass.

- I got family out in the
country that'll let us lay low

for however long we need.

Y'all remember my cousins
Rico and them, right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Yeah, they cool as shit. Cool.

- Okay.

- Yo, that's a bet, yo.

I'll have Damon bring the shit out there.

- Hey Chas.
- Yeah?

- Get in the back, and
let Black sit up front.

(funky upbeat music)

(doors slam)

(they giggle)

(zany music)

- I can't stand you. You get on my nerves.

(doors slamming)

- Ooh, Denise, I told you.

But no, you know your car.

"I can get 20 miles before we hit E."

- Well you should have drove then, Myron.

Can't stand no weak-ass man.

If you had a backbone then
you would've made me stop.

But no, you just wait.

- I ain't going back and
forth with you woman.

Go knock on that door

and see if them people will
let you borrow some gas.

- See what I mean? Weak.

You not even man enough to go
and knock on the damn door.

Oh, little weak ass.

I gotta be a man and a
woman in this relationship!

Oh, you get on my nerves.

Come on!

Damn.

- Denise.

See if it's open.

- Go around back and see
if anybody live here.

Get off me.

I'm not marrying you.

I'm just lettin' you know,
I am not marrying you.

Oh, I can't wait to tell my dad about you.

- Marry me?
- Yes, marry you.

- Why would I wanna marry a nag?

- What? Shut up.
- This is just practice.

- What? Boy, don't nobody
else want you but me!

Ooh, I can't wait to
tell my dad about this.

- What are you doing Denise?

(knuckles tapping)

What are you doing?

You can't go in those
people house like that.

- Hey!
- You can't go in there.

- Is anybody home?

- What are you doing?

You can't go in there.

- Make up your mind.

Do you wanna go in or not?

- I didn't think it would be open.

- Boy, don't get smacked.

- That's why you don't got no friends-

- Get your butt in here right
now, or we done like for real.

- But, but I don't-

- Man get your weak ass in here!

- This don't look like, it
looks like a bunch of junk.

- Just look around, I know
they got something of value.

This look like my grandma house.

- It's only a bunch of junk.

- Dude, we can find something
in here, just look around.

- And you think-
- Listen, shut up!

Why are you whining?

Just look around.

Come on, get your butt over here.

Stop being so scared.

- Gotta get outta here.
- No we don't.

Let's look around.
- We gotta move.

- You need to find somethin'.
- Come on.

- There's no gas there, Denise.

- Shut up, shut up.

We ain't come in for gas.

- Look, I'm looking, I'm looking.

- Dude, look, we got rent to pay.

- I'm looking.

- Come on, get your weak ass over here.

Come on. Come over here.

Come over here. Come over here.

Just keep looking, keep looking.

(ominous music)

- I'm looking, Denise, as fast as I can.

There's nothin'.

- You ain't movin fast enough!
(tense percussive music)

- We gotta go.
- Go on inside, go on inside.

- We got to go.
- Go on inside.

We gotta go.

We gotta go.

- Uh-uh, I'm tired.

Yes, I'm a busy woman.
- We gotta go.

- Go upstairs and look for somethin'!

- Lazy, get up off your butt.
- Upstairs!

- Get up and help.
- Listen, you don't listen!

- Get off your lazy butt and help me.

- Get upstairs!

- Get off your lazy butt.

(shoes clomping)

(ominous music)

- There's nothing here, Denise.

I don't see any gas, there's nothin' here.

- We gotta... (panting).

We gotta get some gas, we gotta find some.

I'm glad she don't know about Cindy.

She took my manhood,
but I still got Cindy.

Cindy.

She got me walking through
these people's house,

lookin' for stuff.

Lookin' for money and stuff.

(gentle foreboding music)

Ooh.

I got $200.

Me and Cindy goin' on the town. (chuckles)

(muttering indistinctly)

♪ Hah, me and Cindy, yeah ♪

Shh, oh, too loud.

(boxes rustling)
(muttering indistinctly)

Oh, so now you wanna come in here.

I done found this $200 and
you ain't getting none.

Since when don't you have
anything to say, Denise?

(menacing music)
Oh, shit. Oh!

(shoes clacking)

(Myron stammering)

- Myron, what the hell are you doing?

(sinister metal music)

- Die, bitch!

- Man, fuck you!
(fist smacking)

(shoes thudding)

(Denise screaming)

(screaming continues)

(metal music intensifies)

- Chasity, I know you not
fuckin' talking to me right now.

- Black, get your girl man.

Get your girl.

- I can't control your bitchin'-

- All y'all can get
the fuck out right now.

- What the hell did I do?

- We're going to my people's house.

(upbeat music)

- Can I help you?

- Yeah, I'm an investigator.

I'm looking into some
disappearances that have happened

in the area over the last three years.

- You say disappearances?

- Yeah.

Well specifically my old
partner, Clyde Moses,

disappeared out here
about three years ago.

- We don't know any Clyde Moses.

You say your old partner?

I can't recall seeing him.

Looks like you got
yourself a fake badge here,

Mr. Investigator.

- Yeah, I'm a private investigator.

- Well look, you can investigate,

but if you wanna do in my town,

you gotta do it as a private citizen.

(badge clatters)

Fair enough?

Be careful.

Watch your back, because
you may come up missing.

(door slamming)
(ignition turning)

(chime blipping)

(Denise panting)

- Oh shit. Oh my God.

- What the hell was that?
- Oh shit.

(both panting)

- It's all your fault.
- Oh my God.

- I told you not to go in
that house in the first place.

- What the fuck was that shit?

Well you pushed me into that freak!

- It's your stupid-ass
idea to go in there.

- What the hell was that freak back there?

Oh shit, what?
(ominous music)

- You mean right there?

- What? Oh shit!
(menacing music)

(blade hissing)

(blood splattering)

(Myron groans)
(body thuds)

(Denise screaming)
(gravel crunching)

(dramatic music)

(Denise praying)

(menacing music)
(Denise screams)

(blade hissing)
(body thudding)

(bird trilling)

(ambient foreboding music)

- Oh shit.

(bag thudding)

I know this ain't right.

- FBI.
(dramatic percussive music)

It's clear.

- Henderson!

Henderson.

- Dang, Henderson.

- Your boss?
- My boss.

- We got a 1013, agent down.

Henderson is down.

Henderson is down.
- Pull up!

- Shit.
- Shit!

("Come Over", Jammin Jeff feat. Kinjee)

♪ You wanna be down ♪

♪ I'm tryin' to be down, let's get down ♪

♪ Come over ♪

♪ All you gotta do is come over ♪

♪ You wanna be down ♪

♪ I'm tryin' to be down, let's get down ♪

♪ Come over ♪

♪ All you gotta do is come over ♪

♪ You gotta come correct
when you step to me ♪

- Hey.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

♪ Stand right here ♪

♪ Show me the one that ain't got no fear ♪

- Yo, yo, Destiny,

why you ain't stop to help the girls out?

They needed our help.

- Fuck them bitches.

Look, I know that hoe.

That bitch, Peaches, sold
me some bad shit one time.

- Who the fuck is Peaches?

- That shit had me tripping.

Fuck her.

- Why you ain't stop?

All I'm saying is they
needed our fuckin' help, man.

- You always wanna help somebody.

Especially a bitch with a fat ass.

Help yourself, Black.
- And?

What's wrong with that?
- Help your fuckin' self.

- You ain't giving me
no motherfuckin' pussy.

- Yo, can y'all chill? God damn.

- You want to talk my
business in the car like that?

For real though?
- All right, yo.

Drive the car though, for real.

- You best to get the fuck out.

(birds singing)

- Bitch, I told you not
to buy this piece of shit.

Now look at us.

We're looking stupid.

It's a hundred degrees out here,
we on the side of the road.

(percussive rock music)

(truck engine roaring)

You ain't nothin' but a tease.

You at least got roadside assistance?

- You know I ain't got no
roadside assistance, or insurance.

- If you would put out for these niggas,

you wouldn't be driving
this piece of shit.

Now, what the fuck we gonna do?

You ain't nothin' but a tease.

I swear to God.

(truck engine rumbling)

- I'ma show you how,
how to use what you got.

- Ooh shit.

What the hell we got going on here?

(birdsong trilling)

Ooh shit, look at that ass right there.

(door slamming)
Damn.

- Get the fuck away from me Jethro.

I told you about coming
around me with that hat on.

Get away from me.

- You wanna pray for hope?

Look, I'm here to fix
your broke-down-ass car,

and you wanna treat me like shit?

- (chuckling) You smell like shit.

- [Jethro] (tsk).

Wait, you here to help me?

- It depends on a few things.

- What does it depend on, Jethro?

You gonna help me or not?

- I might help you.

If your cousin will give me some ass,

and wear my hat while she give it to me.

(Peaches scoffs)

- That's my cousin.

That little man Johnny you
got is not worth her time.

- Then girl, stop playing with me.

Looky here, my dick big as shit.

Don't listen to her.

- That's bullshit.

- So, I seen the way you're looking at me.

So you gonna gimme some or not?

- Shit, that little baby penis of yours

is basically a swollen clit.

- How you know unless you gave me some?

- Girl, I'm so tired of
being in this fuckin' heat.

(Cousin sighing)

Bitch, I'ma go break this fat
mothafucka off real quick,

so we can go home.

- Hell yeah, that's
what I'm talkin' 'bout.

I bet your pussy good as shit.

(ominous music drones)

I ain't got no man Johnny.

(chime blipping)
(slow foreboding music)

- Jethro, somebody gonna
come and kick your ass.

(engine roaring)

- I'll be back, girl.

(door slamming)

- This piece of shit!

Fuck it, I'm walking.

(birdsong trilling)

(phone chiming)

- Hello?

David.

Look David, you're no
longer a special agent.

Why you even calling me?

- I'm telling you director,

there's something to all
these disappearances.

I've been out here for a few days.

15 cases over a three-year period.

- If you look into this
case, you are on your own.

- Look, I want back in.

I lost my partner on this case.

He went to this Amber Creek
and he never returned.

I'm talking about one
of our own: Clyde Moses.

- You never cared about Moses before.

- Look, I need something
that's gonna make me look good.

I'm serious, I went back in.

- Man, just take my advice.

I got a dead undercover agent right now.

I don't have time to deal with you.

- I'm gonna make you
proud, Director Wallace.

(slow foreboding music continues)

- Oh shit! What the fuck!
(dramatic menacing music)

Oh shit, what the fuck!

What the fuck!

(Peaches shrieking)

- Uh, yeah, whose is it? Who's it?

Where that clit, baby, where
they put that fuckin' clit?

(Jethro grunting)
(upbeat zany music)

- Oh yeah baby.

Oh yeah, it's the best I ever had.

Oh yeah.
- Say my name.

Say my name.

- Look, Jethro.

Come on now, you ain't even in me.

You just keep banging outer walls,

you ain't even doin' shit.

- Make America great again!

(Jethro farting)

(cousin exhaling)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(Peaches whimpering)

- Okay.

(blade hissing)

(upbeat zany music)

(cousin cackling)

- Shut up, don't act you ain't like it.

- That shit was lame as a mothafucka.

You ain't doin' shit.

Now come on and take me
back in my cousin car

with your crayon here.

- Fuck you, hoe, I ain't doin' shit.

Fix that hitch your damn self.

(truck engine rumbling)
- Oh fuck no.

Oh fuck no.

What the-

Oh fuck no.

(Cousin scoffing)

Oh yeah?

Oh that's what we doin'?

Fuck we doin'?

Fuck! Fuck you, Jethro!

I got some cousins that's
gon' whoop your ass.

- Man.

Ooh I gotta shit.

Oh my God.

(Jethro whimpers)

I gotta pull over.

(ominous music)

- I gotta poop, poop, poop.

- Oh.

- Oh man, I gotta shit.

Ooh, shit!

Ooh, I gotta shit. (chuckling)

They got a toilet over there?

(slow ominous music)

(Jethro grunting and farting)

Ooh, shit.

(farts splatting)

- Boy, what the hell you
doing shitting on my land?

- Oh shit, L, scared the shit outta me.

- Jethro, is that you?

I told your ass don't come
back on my goddamned land.

- Man, I'm in the middle of taking a shit.

Man, shit, if you want some
of this corn I got in it

you can have it, put a puh-
(rifle clicking)

- Get the hell off my land.
(rifle booming)

Next one going in your ass.

Get the hell outta here.

Next one gonna hit you in your
ass, you Trump-loving bitch.

(menacing metal music)

Man, who the fuck are you?

Get the fuck on my land,

you fake Jason-Voorhees-lookin'
mothafucka.

Oh shit, we killed you at the well.

(rifle clicking)

Damn.

Damn.

Aw shit!

(body thuds)

(blade hissing)

(blade whooshing and hissing)

(menacing music)

♪ 'Cause a lady never makes
the first move, ooo doo ♪

♪ You wanna be down ♪

♪ I'm tryin' to be down ♪

- Oh yeah?

Well I'm tired of you, Black.

I'm tired of you.

All I need is you talkin' outta your ass.

It's bullshit.

- It's fuckin' all me, man go 'head, damn.

I'm tired of this shit.
- Boy, you are such a liar.

- [Black] Yeah, what, okay.
- [Destiny] I'm onto you.

I know what you're up to.

- [Black] I'm not even worried
about them other girls,

but you always wanna be trippin'.

- [Destiny] Oh, oh I'm trippin'?

- [Black] Yeah.

- [Destiny] I'm gonna show
you what it looks like

when I'm trippin'.

(they bicker indistinctly)

- Oh shit.

♪ Lift your hands and say yeah ♪

(Rico laughing)

♪ Lift your hands and say yeah ♪

- This nigga.

- Bro, what's up with this fool?

- That's Rico.

Preacher from my old neighborhood.

Him and his cousin Taco live here now.

- Hold up, a preacher?

- Yeah.

- What's he doing out here
in the middle of nowhere?

- Shit, he had to stop preaching

'cause he got Tourettes.

Wildin' members out, cussin' women out.

Yo, he wild.

- Stanky pussy bitch.

How you gon' sell pussy in a church

when you can't pay the building for it.

Every nigga in here done bought
your goddamn pussy in here.

I'm tired of y'all mothafuckas,

and I'm gettin' the fuck outta here.

Fuck yourself nigga.

- He's a wild boy.

- Are you sure we should go in here?

- Yeah he good. He good people.

- Okay, I don't wanna have to beat no ass.

- Oh, praise the Lord.

♪ Lord I'm (indistinct)
lucky help mothafucka ♪

What's up, what's up? (cackling)

♪ What brings strawberries
and (indistinct) ♪

♪ for me ♪

Y'all want to join in the sermon, or what,

with your big ass.

(plucky playful music)

- I can't believe this fat fuck

got me stranded out here
in this hot desert weather.

(scoffing) Wait 'til I get back.

I'm gonna get somebody to whoop his ass.

(sighing) It's hot as shit.

(crickets chirping)
(mellow music)

- Fuck this.

(Rico muttering)

♪ We are Go-Go Nation,
come party with me ♪

♪ It's Friday night, ladies
'bout to turn it up ♪

- Where the shit? Where's the shit?

- Hey, I had some fire
but this nigga right here

smoked it all up on the way up here.

- Can't see shit.
- What?

Ain't nobody smoked y'all shit man.

What the fuck is you talking about?

- Damon, you got that shit?
- Of course, nigga.

- Well, look at that.
- [Rico] Hey there my brother.

It's better to give than
to receive. (chuckling)

♪ I'm gon' check this nigga pockets ♪

♪ I need my fix ♪

♪ I'm trying to get high ♪

♪ You know what, when I
see this triflin' heathen ♪

♪ I want to choke him and
stop all his breathin' ♪

(Rico chuckles)

Where's my shit?

Where the fuck is my-

You keep fuckin' with
me, I'm gonna take you

to the mothafuckin'
dogs in the back, nigga.

Where's my shit?

- What the fuck is you talking about, man?

- This nigga (chuckles).

Hoo, nigga.

(bodies thudding)

(intense music)

[Rico] Need the shit!

- All right, all right, that's enough!

I'm saying that's enough.

- Gotta have my shit.

Oh, where the fuck he go?

Mothafucka.

- Okay, okay?
- I'm good, thank you.

This crazy-ass reverend.
- I know.

- Goddamn shit.

I lost two buttons on
my goddamn new jacket.

Oh, (chuckling), hey there, tenderoni.

How you doin', Ms. Lee?

- How you supposed to be a
preacher acting like that?

- What the fuck is that?
- Oh my, fuck.

Yo, you had one fuckin' job,
how did you fuck this up?

This the wrong bag, nigga.
- How?

- Nigga, this the wrong fuckin' bag.

What you mean how?

- Bro, I wasn't in no
longer five fuckin' minutes

before the feds came
busting up in there man.

- Nigga, why didn't you check the bags?

What the fuck was you thinking?

- I ain't had no fuckin' time.

- Nigga, you better find
a way to get my shit.

- [Rico] Stupid!

- Man, that's fucked, how?
- Nigga, find a way,

or your ass will be sleeping out here

with these dogs tonight.

- That's fucked up, man.

- Nigga, ain't shit fucked up, nigga.

- You fucked up.
- You fucked up.

Fuck, you can't never do shit right.

Goddamn it. I should
beat your ass right now.

Baby, can I beat his ass?

- Nah, nah, nah, not right now.

Not right now.

- Nigga, you ain't nothing
like your brother, yo.

- Look, we out here to lay low.

If you kill him, you will make
it hot out here for everyone.

- You gonna get my shit?

- You know we tryin' to lay low.

- You gonna get my shit?

Aight, then, I ain't think so.
♪ Get the shit ♪

- I can't with you.

- Babe, let's go.

- [Rico] I need that shit. (laughing)

♪ And the feeling's oh so right ♪

♪ Baby boy it's all on you ♪

♪ 'Cause a lady never
makes the first move ♪

♪ What 'cha gon' do ♪

♪ You wanna be down ♪

♪ I'm tryin' to be down, let's get down ♪

♪ Come over ♪

♪ All you gotta do is come over ♪

Yeah, that was-
- Yeah.

- That was great, though.
- It was.

- We should definitely do that again.

- Anytime.

- It's always the time to do that.

- Is it? Yeah.
(they chuckle)

Yeah.

- What's up?

- What's up?

- Goddamn girl, what is you doing?

- Girl? You're looking real thirsty.

- And you don't? (giggles)

- Stupid bitch.

- Wow.
- Bitch!

- (scoffs) I guess I was thirsty.

- She's trippin, it's crazy.

Don't worry about it.
- Whatever, whatever.

♪ Cause a lady never
makes the first move ♪

♪ What 'cha gon' do ♪

♪ You wanna be down ♪

♪ I'm trying to be down, let's get down ♪

- Anyway.

Thanks for having my
back back there, Chas.

Saizon and his punk-ass men

is always having me doing crazy shit

like telling me I'm gonna
have to sleep with the dogs.

Like, what the fuck is wrong with him?

- Yeah.

Honestly, it was nothing.

You always got Saizon's back.

But you know you out here
doing the dirty work,

and they stay treating you like trash.

- I mean, the only reason I deal with him

because him and my bro was real tight.

You know what I'm saying,
back in the day or whatever.

But, just know I got your
back if you ever need it.

- Aight. I appreciate that.

So you gonna come in here and party?

You know I could use
someone to dance with.

- Yeah, I guess so, as long as
that crazy ass Reverend Rico

ain't acting a damn fool.

(they laugh)

Shit, but come on now.
- All right, let's go.

- Let's go have some fun.
- Yeah. (giggles)

(lo-fi hip-hop music)

(foreboding music)

- Team captain?
- [Chasity] Yes.

- Captain nonetheless.

- (laughing) I mean, how
you think I got these moves?

- Ooo, I would love to
learn a few of those moves

if you wanna teach 'em.
- I'll teach you somethin'.

Yes.
(they laugh)

- Y'all seen Black?

I can't find him nowhere.
- Huh?

- Y'all seen Black?

- No, not since earlier.

I thought he was in here with you.

I thought he was wet. Remember that?

- Don't play with me Chasity.

I'ma go out to look for him.

I don't play that disappearing shit.

If y'all see him, tell
him I'm looking for him.

- All right, I'll tell him.

- Thanks Damon.

At least somebody has my back.

- Chasity, what's that all about?

- Ain't nothing.

Just some girl shit.

- I hope y'all get it together.

- Yeah, me too.

(Peaches moaning)
(romantic R&B music)

(Peaches squealing)

- Bitch! I'll kill you.

- Calm down.

- Get over here!

- Bitch, he don't want you.
- Fuck you!

- I got his ass whipped already, bitch!

- Just- I'ma beat the
living shit outta you!

- Yo, stop fuckin' pushing me.

Told you, yo, it's not exclusive.

Calm the fuck down, why you trippin'?

- You ain't tell me we wasn't exclusive!

We been exclusive!

We became exclusive when you
got my ass pregnant, Black!

- When you became pregnant, hun?

You only became pregnant
when you seen me fuckin' her.

Chill the fuck out.

- Fuck you, Black.

And fuck you, too, Peaches.

Fuck you!
- [Peaches] Bye bitch!

- Fuck you, Black!
(door slams)

You're gonna regret this shit.

And fuck you, too, Peaches!

Dumb bitch!

Ooh, I can't believe this shit!

That limp-dick mothafucka!

Out here fuckin' dirty bitches!

Ooh, he got the wrong one! Fuck.

Know Chasity laughin',
thinkin' this shit funny.

I'ma fuck her up, too, mm-hmm.

(engine revving)
What the fuck?

Fuck you, help me!

- Get out the road, bitch.

- Hate this fuckin' place!

Gettin' the fuck outta this place.

Black?

Is that you? This shit ain't funny.

(menacing music)

What the fuck? Fuck no!

(fast suspenseful music)

Fuck, fuck. (screaming)

(metal clanking)

(body thudding)
(Denise screaming)

(blade hissing)

(sinister dramatic music)

(blade squelching)
(body thudding)

- Listen, you gotta loosen up.

- Man, is you sure this
fuckin' crazy-ass heifer

ain't gonna come back and try to kill me?

- Fuck no.

Look, I handled her, she not comin' back.

Baby, let's just focus on us.

- Okay.

(they moan)

(door banging)

- See? That's her right there.

I told you this bitch was gonna come back.

Yo, I can't do this shit y'all.

- She's not comin' back.

Peaches, it's not her.

- I gotta go.

(tense ominous music)

- Calm down, she's not coming back.

Probably was a deer or
something, all right?

Look, let me go check on it.

Just chill.
(Peaches scoffs)

I'll be right back.

- Destiny.

Destiny.

Catch your ass, I'm gonna fuck you up.

- Black?

What's going on out there?

Black. Black?

You know what? Fuck this shit.

This type of shit never goes well

for Black people in the movies.

(tense suspenseful music)

- Got you.

(menacing music)

What the fuck.

(fist smacking)

Yo, boy.

You don't wanna to see
these Baltimore hands.

(fists smacking)
(Clyde grunting)

Yeah, yeah.

Get your punk ass up.

Get your ass up.

(ax thudding)

(Black groaning)

(ax thudding)

(tense suspenseful music intensifies)

(ax thuds and squelches)

(slow eerie music)

(tense ominous music)

(Peaches breathes shakily)

- Oh shit.

(ax squelching)
(Peaches groaning)

(Peaches panting)

(body thudding)

♪ The leaves, they do fall ♪

♪ As creeping things crawl ♪

♪ There's no where to run ♪

♪ Cause the dance- ♪

- Told y'all about playing that goddamn

boogity-woogity jungle music
this goddamn time of night.

- Hey Rev, who is this
confused country fuck?

What the fuck you want?

- If you don't get your monkey-ass paws

out my face right now.

- Amen, my brotha.

Brother Jethro supplies us

with some of the country's best moonshine.

- This fat mothafucka
think he Trump and shit.

- Why do you got on
the Trump mask and hat?

- Damn girl, you got some
big soup coolers over there.

- I'm about to make America great again.

- Hold up.

Fuck all this clowning around shit.

Babe, kill his racist ass.

- Nah, I'll tell you what,
I'm let this nigga kill him.

(gun clicking)

- All right.

- Damon, I know you
gonna fuck this shit up,

but all I'm asking

is that you shoot this nigga in his balls.

- How about you suck my balls?

- Your brother ain't teach you shit?

Take him outside, I don't wanna
smell this shit all night.

(Rico grunting)
(flatulence vibrating)

- [Damon] All right, I
got you you, I got you.

- [Saizon] Go, nigga.

- [Chyna] See Saizon,
he's fuckin' up already.

- Hey look I got a bunch
of drugs at my house.

I know y'all bunch of crack monkeys.

Don't kill me, and I got you.

I got fried chicken too.

Ooh, I know you all like fried chicken.

And I got some watermelon,
ooh some sweet watermelon.

I know you niggas like some watermelon.

Plus I got the great Kool-Aid,
so please don't kill me.

- Here you go my brotha.

I changed my mind.

This hat ain't worth shit.

Damn, pendejo, you smell like shit.

Get the fuck outta my house, holmes.

Get the fuck out, ese.

Damn straight, holmes, Jesus.

(tense ominous music)

- Man, don't kill me man.

At least let me wash up first, man.

No kind of man wanna die
with shit on his head.

- I ain't tryin' to hear that shit, man.

Shut the fuck up.

- I can hand you the hat
if you want one, man.

- Look, if you don't shut the fuck up.

I told you I'm not trying to hear shit!

- Shut your bitch ass up.
(metal clangs)

Yeah, mothafuckas.

- I wasn't even gonna do all that.

- Man, fuck all that!

You gonna pay for the
shit you put me through.

What kind of man puts
shit on a man's head?

- Come on, man, I wasn't even going do it.

- No, fuck that, man.

You gon' eat this shit.

That's exactly you gonna do.

You gon' eat this shit.

- I'm not about to eat no shit, man.

- Then you gon' fuckin' die.

- Look.

- No, no, no, no, I'm tired of you.

No, no, no, no, no.

You had the fuckin' chance man.

You sat there, while that
man put shit on my head!

- Aight, aight.

- Fuck you, man. You gonna die.

As a matter of fact, get on your knees.

Get on your knees!
- All right, man.

- Hey yo, where's this fool at?

I haven't heard no shot or nothing.

- He out there fuckin' up.

That's why I told you to do it.

You don't send a boy to do a man's job.

(shoe clops)

- Really?

I just gotta- I'm gonna go look for him.

(shoes clomping)
- Well then.

(door slamming)

- Look, dog, it ain't like that man.

- Man I don't give a fuck.

- It ain't even like that.
- Eat the shit.

- I don't give a fuck.

You eat this shit!

- Man, I ain't about to eat no shit.

- You'll eat this shit.

- Might as well kill me.

You gonna do it any
mothafuckin' way nigga.

- Fuck it, all right, all
right, let's go then, do this.

(metal clinks)
- Naw man, fuck that.

I ain't eatin' no shit.

- Let him go, Jethro!

- Ah, yeah? You eat no shit, huh?

Your pretty little girlfriend
gonna eat this shit for you!

- What?
- No.

- You out your mothafuckin' mind?

- What? Eat this shit!
Somebody's eatin' shit!

- She ain't about to eat no shit, man.

- She ain't about to eat no shit, man.

- Man, somebody eat some goddamn shit!

- She not about to eat no shit.

- She gon' eat some goddamn shit.

- I ain't eating no shit.
- You eat shit!

- Look, man, I do it.

She not about to eat no shit, though.

- Who eatin' shit?

- Let us go, Jethro.
- Man, fuck you.

- You shoot us, my brother
gonna kill your ass!

- Man, fuck you and your brother!

- Man, I eat the shit.
- Whatever!

- I eat the shit, chill.

- See he don't mind eatin' shit.

(Damon retches)

Eat it!
(Damon retches)

(Jethro laughs)
(Damon retches)

Bitch ass.

(Jethro cackles)
(Damon retches)

(Damon retches)

Man, you a dumber mothafucka
I thought you were.

(Jethro cackles)

(blade hisses)

(Chasity screams)

- Oh, my god, oh shit!

(dramatic menacing music)

- Hey bitch, can you make me a plate?

I'm starvin' like Marvin.

- Okay, I got you.
(Rico humming)

I'll go.

Plus, you're gonna need all
your strength for later.

- Oh you know I'ma handle my business.

For sure.

(shoes clattering)

- Yo, yo, Black killer.

Black killer.

And he just killed him, dog. (coughing)

- Big Black guy, he killed Trump!

- Just calm down my brothas and sistas.

Oh, y'all smell like damn shit!

You look like shit, too.

- What the hell happened?

- Look, this big Black
Destro-lookin' mothafucka

just killed the Donald Trump.

They shoved a knife straight up his ass.

- Man, what the fuck.

Damon, you had a gun!

Why you fuckin' runnin'
from a nigga with a knife?

- Look, he out there
trying to kill us, man.

The fuck, hello? Somebody believe me.

Look man, we gotta get
the fuck outta here, dog.

Like, hello, we gotta get the fuck-

- Hey yo, I knew he wasn't
cut out with his life though.

If it wasn't for your brother-

- You should have been handled this nigga.

This nigga the reason why we in this shit

in the first place.

- Oh, well fuck y'all, I'm outta here.

- I'm comin' with you, Damon.

- Get your bitch ass outta
here, and don't even come back.

Where you going?
- Fuck you, Saizon! I'm out!

- Fuck me?
- Fuck you!

- All right, bye-bye.
(door slams)

Titty nipples! (chuckling)

- Let her go.
- What.

(eerie music)

- Yo, excuse me.

- Hey, excuse me sir.

Is there a payphone
around here we could use?

- Well, if you go down about
10 miles down the road.

There's a gas station
with pay phone in it.

- That's bullshit.

You got a phone, like,
right here that we can use?

Like, it's an emergency,
I need to call the police.

- Yeah.

- Well, we got one law
enforcement officer in this area.

He'd probably lock you
up, bein' a drifter.

See, this town don't like strangers.

- But why?

- Well, probably goes
back about three years ago

when Clyde Moses,
strange man came to town.

He was askin' a whole bunch of questions.

- So, what's wrong with asking questions?

- Old Clyde stumbled on
a secret of this town.

Secret this town was trying
to cover up for years.

- What was the secret?

What did he find out?

(suspenseful music)

- [Old Timer] Well, let
me tell you the story

of old Clyde Moses.

This outsider came sticking his
nose in our town's business,

asking people a bunch of stupid questions

and thinkin' he's better'n us.

He'd come around Amber Creek

harassin' some of our
town's fine citizens.

He even interrogate our preacher.

- Look at this mothafucka.

Black as me, Black as us.

- Hey.

- Hey all right, how you doing brother?

- How you doing today, sir?

- Oh good, I'm all right.

- So listen, I'm conducting
the investigation with the FBI.

I need you to go ahead

and pull your car over to the side for me.

- Okay, no problem, hey man, my brother,

I'm always willing to
cooperate with the polices.

- Just right on over there
for me if you don't mind.

- All right.

(gravel crunching)

That's a Black-ass mothafucka.

Lord done blessed him and
Blacked him at the same time.

- Sir, when you get a quick chance,

just go ahead and step
out of the car for me.

- Step outta the car?

- Yeah, step outta your vehicle.

Lord, motherfuckin' FBI.

The fully Black individuals
coming in a mothafuckin' cadre.

I gotta get rid of these fuckin' drugs,

they can't find this shit, man.

I can't smoke it.

Gotta choke it.

(Rico grunting)

Sir.

Sir, just step out of the
vehicle, if you don't mind.

- Oh, oh, all right,
all right, I apologize.

Yes sir, yes sir.
- Be real quick.

Detective sir, I'm willing to cooperate

with the law enforcement, yeah. (singing)

Give me one second.
- All right.

- All right, All right,
All right, All right

I ain't got no problems,
no problems up in here.

- Sir.
- No homo shit, now.

Don't, don't get to
grabbin' all the wrong shit.

- Go ahead and put your hands down.

You're not in trouble, sir.

- Anaconda down that mothafucka.

- You're not in trouble, sir.

Go ahead, put your hands
down, you're not in trouble.

- Huh?
- Put your hands down for me.

- What you mean?
- You're not in trouble.

- I'm not in trouble?

- No, no, no, listen;

I'm just investigating.

Doing a couple interviews
with some of the locals

about some disappearances.

Do you know anything about that?

- Investigatin'?

Local?
- Yeah.

- Ah fuck! Well I ate
all the goddamn dope.

Oh, nigga, why didn't you tell me,

you know how much crack
that was right there?

- Listen, listen, listen, listen.

- I guess, uh, I'm high as a bitch!

- Sir, calm down, down,
sir, sir, sir, sir.

- (stammering) I mean, uh,
in the name of the Lord.

- Listen, do you know anything
about a Reddit family?

- The Reddit family. I mean, (stammering).

- Been hearing a couple things.

- Fuck you mean, nigga?
- Sir, sir.

- Stole the shit out and
this nigga touch on me.

And squeezed my ass cheek
when you ain't seen.

- Sir, are you okay?
- You saw it?

- Sir, are you okay?

- Another one!

Niggas out here squeezin' ass cheeks,

and you cain't-
- Sir, sir sir, relax!

(Rico yelling indistinctly)

- Say somethin' again!
- What did you take, sir?

- Say somethin' again, mothafucka.

Say somethin', I will mothafuckin'

backhand the shit outta you.

Fucker make me ripping my-
- All right, okay, okay.

- Bitchass nigga!
- Okay.

Sir, just calm down,
calm down sir, ay, sir.

- Muhfuckas.
- You're free to go.

Sir, you're free to go, okay?

You're free to go. You're free to go.

- Mothafuckin' bitchass-uh!

- Thank you.

All right, have a good goddamn time. `

- [Old Timer] Then some o'
our boys decide to give him

a taste of good old southern hospitality.

- Hey stop for me for a second.

Hey, just stop.

Hey, hey, hey!

(gravel crunches)

Hey!

Hey, hey! Hey!
(gravel crunches)

- Yeah, them good old Reddit boys

had somethin' for old
Clyde, I'll tell you.

(tires whirring)
(engine roaring)

(suspenseful rhythmic music)

(rifle booming)

(rifle booming)

- Let me show y'all niggas

how the Reddit family do this shit.

Take notes little nigga.

(chambering clacks)

(AR-15 booming)

(AR-15 booming)

- See that shit, Goose?

I can hit a damn fly from a mile away.

- Man, you ain't hit nothing.

- Shit, ain't neither one
of y'all niggas hit shit.

Them my mothafuckin' holes.

- Wait 'til I get back.

- Watch this, here.

(rifle booms)

(AR-15 booming)

(rifle booms)

- FBI.
(gun clicks)

Put your hands in the
air, put the gun down.

Put it down.

Put the gun down. Both of you.

- What's going on man?

- FBI man, what the fuck you want?

- You know exactly what I want brotha.

- We ain't even did shit.

- That's why y'all ran me off
the road a little while ago.

Talk to me man.

- Oh you the mothafucka going around here

fuckin' with people.

- Shut up, I'm the one's
asking the questions

so just be quiet man.

- What is going on? Listen.

- Look man, you don't
know who you fuckin' with.

This is the Reddit family.

- The Reddit family, huh?

So word is that your
family has something to do

with all the disappearances

that's going around in this town.

Talk to me.

- Man, get the fuck outta my face.

- Talk to me man.

- Get the outta my face, man.

- All right.

Just talk to me bro.

Listen, just let me know what's going on.

Is there anything else
going on I need to know?

- I ain't got no spit for you man.

I ain't got no spit.

- Come on brothers.
(gun clicking)

- Bitch-ass bald head mothafucka.

I got something for your bitch ass.

- Hey yo, just relax man,
I just had to do nothing.

All right listen, listen.

I just wanted to talk to
y'all a little bit, all right?

- Listen man, I know that
y'all care about some-

(gun clacking)
(rifle booming)

(Clyde screams and whimpers)
(rhythmic music intensifies)

Come on man, it's true!

- It's the Reddit family, mothafucka.

(rifle clacking)
- Nah bro, look-

- Finna blow your ass to smoke.

- No man!
(rifle booming)

- Hey Goose, throw this
bitch-ass nigga in the well.

(heart beating loudly)

(eerie whispering)
(well water sloshing)

- [Old Timer] Little did
the Reddit boys know,

they's dumping Clyde in a world
that was possessed by demon.

- Why the fuck is everybody
afraid of strangers?

Like, this is your crazy-ass town there

for people that you gotta watch for.

- Mm-hm.

- Well, see old Clyde they
say they took old Clyde's body

and they put it in an abandoned well.

Abandoned well where a
witch cast a spell in it.

And seven days later,

old Clyde Moses came out with demon eyes!

- What?

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(dramatic music continues)

- What kinda story is this?

You really expect us to believe this?

- (chuckling) Well, what's your emergency?

- Look, it's this big Black
Destro-lookin' mothafucka

killing people.

He probably done kill half my crew by now.

- Ah, that's your proof!

I'm surprised he let you two stay alive.

- He ain't let us do nothing.

We ran and we barely made it out.

- Duh.

- Are we, 'cause we
haven't been introduced.

What's your names?

- I'm Chasity, and this is Damon.

- Okay, Chasity, and Damon.

My name is Jed.

Jed Reddit.

(ominous music)

- Oh shit. Reddit?

Oh hell naw, this man's
in on this shit, man.

Let's get the fuck outta here, go!

- (cackling) You'll never make
it out a-ever-freaking-live!

(Jed cackles)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- Ah shit, man, this
mothafucka won't stop.

- Come on what?

- This nigga put a hoax on
the fuckin' the car man,

after that which shit.

Come on, let's get the fuck out on foot.

(ominous music intensifies)

- You can run, but you can't hide.

- That nigga Damon always
being fuckin' extra.

Y'all believe what he
talking about though?

- Hell nah, no.

- Fuck no man.

Who brings a knife to a fight?

The other got a gun?

Yeah, I believe that this, ese.

- Right.

What nigga you know
gonna chase another nigga

around the hood with a knife?
- I know, right?

- Only that bitch-ass Damon would run off.

- That it.
- It's true, ese.

That nigga run, ese.
(knuckles rapping)

- Oh shit. You gonna get scared and shit?

- Nigga, I ain't never scared.

I just grabbed my shit

just in case I gotta blast a mothafucka.

- I think I just wanna have my shit.

- You the fuck in here, man,
get your ass in here man.

It's 2:00 in the morning.

What you immigration or somethin', ese?

(door slamming)

- My name is David Harris,
I'm a private investigator.

I'm investigating a
disappearance in the area.

- Oh, this mothafucka 5-0.

How the fuck you find us? Huh?

Did that bitch-ass
Damon tell you about us?

- Who's Damon? I'm not
interested in y'all.

I'm trying to find out why
people keep disappearing.

(knuckles tapping)
(ominous music)

- Whoa, Lord!

- Who the fuck is that,
is that your partner?

- I don't have a partner.
- Who is that?

- Get yo ass over there.

Watch that muhfucka.

- Sit yo ass down.

(thunder rumbling)

(door thudding)

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, hey.
- Hey!

- Yo! Yo.
- Help us! Hey.

- Y'all know it's too late for
y'all to be out here, right?

- Yes, there's a man, he's in all black.

He's in the woods and he's killin' people.

He killed our friends,
he tried to kill us.

- Son of a bitch is a mothafucka.

- Come on, get in the truck.

- Oo, yeah, bet it slices up, eh, ese?

(Rico and Taco bantering)

(knuckles tapping)

- Now who the fuck is
knockin' at the door?

- What the fuck was that, ese?

(ominous music)

Go help.

'Cause if you go under
you still get baptized.

- Hey, don't worry 'bout that.

(ominous music)

Holy shit.

Reverend Rico, don't go alone, man.

- On my fuckin' life.
(door slamming)

(men mumbling)

(menacing heavy metal music)

(group shrieking and hollering)

(heavy metal music continues)

(gunfire popping)

(Taco chattering)

But who?

- Is he dead yet?
- I don't know man.

Hook his ass up, man.

Let the motherfucker (indistinct) Taco.

I don't know, man.

- He gettin' leaves and
shit all over my floor.

(menacing music)

- Wow, this nigga still movin'!

- Go, let's go!

- Hey man, let's go!

- Wait a minute, don't I know you?

Clyde, is that you?

What the hell happened?

(tense eerie music)

(blade squelching)
(David gurgling)

(blade hissing)
(blood splashing)

- Taco, you illegal immigrant mothafucka.

You better get me the fuck away
from this supernatural shit.

Let me in the mothafuckin' car.

♪ You best believe me, Lord ♪

(thunder rumbling)

(suspenseful music)

- Man, fuck that.

I'm not running from
no nigga with no knife.

- Babe, stay your ass here.

That little ass gun
ain't do shit last time.

- Hey fuck that, I don't need no gun.

I got these muhfuckin' hands.

I'm the toughest nigga in Southeast.

Look, watch ya man, yuh.

(suspenseful music intensifies)

(metal thwacks)
Come on, mothafucka!

(metal thwacks)
Show your bitch-ass self!

(Rico whimpering)

- Oh Jesus.

- Put your knife down and
fight like a man, nigga.

(knife thuds)

- Don't kill me, Lord.

♪ I don't wanna see
them pearly gates, naw ♪

(fist smacking)

- Yeah babe. Beat his ass.

- Bro, I don't want no problem.

God bless ya, good night.

(Clyde whimpering)

(ominous music)

- Stop. Let go of me.

What you want, more money?

You want money?

I can give you money,
I can give you money,

all I have to do is (chokes).

You don't have to do
this, please don't, no no.

(blade squelches)
(Chyna moans)

(menacing music)

♪ Wade in the water (coughs) ♪

Titty mothafucka.

♪ I don't wanna die, no ♪
(blade squelches)

(Rico whimpering)

Man, shut up, man.

Think it, face it.

(Rico hollers)

(Rico groans)

You got me fucked up, my brotha.

(gunshots popping)

(gun clicks)

Bitch-ass nigga for titties!

Hey nice shoes, don't fail me now!

Lord, y'all need to get me outta this.

I promise I'll stop pretendin'
I have fuckin' Tourettes.

I gotta work on that crack thing though.

Where the fuck is this nigga at?

This mothafuckin' retarded-ass nigga.

(ominous music)

Oh shit, I hear somethin'.

I hear...

Oh, shit, they got

a retarded nigga with
a mask on on the left.

Ah shit.

Ah, stop it!

Nigga, nigga you can't catch me, nigga.

(Rico babbling)

Don't let this mothafuckin'
suit fool you, nigga.

(thunder rumbling)

(Rico wailing gibberish)

Come on brother, ain't this
take on a black on black crime?

Hey wait a minute.

You ain't shit without that
big ass Home Depot knife.

(Rico screaming gibberish)

(flesh squelching)
(Rico screaming)

I can't fuckin' see shit.

You bitch-ass nigga, born without a dick.

Bitch, I can't see!

You ain't supposed to
do a DC nigga like this.

Oh you deadly bitch, huh?
(blade hisses)

(tense eerie music)

- Yo, we gotta go, yo, we gotta go.

- Yo, that nigga is real y'all.

We gotta go, we gotta go.

- I told you your ass.
- He killed Chyna.

- Oh now you believe me.
- No, nigga no, no, no.

- Bitch-ass, stay clear.
- They killed Chyna, yo.

- Looks like you.
- They killed Chyna.

He's real.

(group bickering)

(Chasity screaming)

(rifle booming)
(suspenseful music)

(rifle booming)

(body thudding)

- You lucky they got to you before I did.

You know what? Matter of fact.

(belt whooshing and smacking)

(blade squelching)
(Saizon grunting)

- Saizon! (screaming and sobbing)

(knife thudding)

(bones crunching)
(body thudding)

We gotta go!

Get in the driver's side, come on.

- No, no, no, we can't get in this car.

- What you mean?
- It's the fuckin' feds car.

Look, look, look, there's
a pickup over there.

Get in that muhfucka, make a run for it.

Come on, come on.
(Chasity shrieking)

(doors slamming)
(engine purring)

♪ This has only just begun ♪

Good morning.

- Hey.

Where are we?

How long was I knocked out for?

- You were asleep for a minute.

- So what do we gotta do?

- We can go lay low at my
uncle's shop right now, you know.

You think anybody gonna believe this shit?

- (scoffs) I was a part of this?

No. I don't even believe this shit.

- I'm telling you man, it's crazy.

- Yeah.

♪ I appreciate the love that you give ♪

♪ I appreciate the love that you give ♪

♪ Without you, I ain't shit ♪

♪ Walk miles in the summer
hanging up my flyers ♪

♪ Battlin' demons that have me
feelin' like Michael Myers ♪

♪ But I know what's required ♪

♪ If I want make it to heaven ♪

♪ I have to walk through the fire ♪

♪ I refuse to give up and be a quitter ♪

♪ I was broke and didn't eat for a month ♪

♪ And still never reconsidered ♪

♪ And a dog feels worth
when I'm told I inspired ♪

♪ Others to not be afraid to
go after what they desire ♪

♪ Because they see me chasing my dreams ♪

♪ I can think of one or two with reality ♪

♪ I give them hope that
it's all possible ♪

♪ But for me it's still something ♪

♪ That I'm tryin' to
cope, tryin' to cope ♪

♪ Because the pressure of
everyone who believes in me ♪

♪ Has a lot of faith in me, and
my family all depends on me ♪

♪ Feels like I'm gonna get down ♪

♪ With the weight the world on me ♪

♪ Right now, I need y'all to pray for me ♪

♪ Pray for me, pray for me, pray for me ♪

(doors slamming)

- Unc.

Hey, unc.

Unc!

Probably at some chick's house
trying to get some cheeks.

Just make yourself at home.

- Aight.

- Unc.

- Your uncle got some
wild shit around here.

- Yeah, they gonna be in trouble,

they come around here fuckin' with him.

My uncle crazy as shit.

- Hm, yeah.

But at least we got cell
phone service again.

- Hell yeah, that shit was annoying.

- But I gotta call my mom.

She not gonna believe this
wild shit we been through.

- No bullshit. Like who will?

- Right.

(tense menacing music)

You got anything to drink around here?

- Yeah, I know he got a
refrigerator around here somewhere.

(music intensifies)

(heavy metal music)

(Chasity screaming)

- Stay the fuck down!

Babe! Damon!

Come on, come on.

Come on, Damon.

(Chasity screaming)

I got you!

(Chasity moaning and coughing)

(Chasity shrieking)

(blade hisses)

Oh my god! Oh!

(Chasity whimpering)

(slow dramatic music)

(bench saw whirring)

- Fuck is in my shop?

(pistol clacking)

(tense suspenseful music)

That's a funeral, fuck.

(gunfire popping)

(door banging)

Yeah. I'm that nigga you don't fuck with.

Muhfuckas in my shit
with mask on and shit.

Fuck going on, brah?

(eerie music)

(pistol clicking)

(air whooshing)

(air whooshing)

(bat clattering)

(bench saw whirring)

(Unc screaming)

(blood spattering)

(gentle piano music)

- So you think we should call the feds?

- What?

Hell no.

Calling the feds would get caught up

with that whole FBI agent
getting killed and shit.

I don't think that's a good idea.

- Yeah, true.

But for real, I don't know
how the hell I'ma tell my moms

about Saizon being killed.

- Oh, I don't mean no
harm, but I'm kind of glad

it was him instead of us getting killed.

- Yeah, true dat.

- Hey what the, what is, what is that?

- What is what?

(ominous music)

- The fuck?

Whoa what the fuck is that?

- Oh shit!

(Chasity screaming)

(intense heavy metal music)

(heavy metal shredding continues)

(mellow music)

♪ It's the fear of the night ♪

♪ And the feeling of the
fright that makes you move ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Terror's in the air ♪

♪ And it's bringin' off a
scare that makes you groove ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Sun offed it's light ♪

♪ And now falls the night ♪

♪ The leaves they do fall ♪

♪ As creeping things crawl ♪

♪ There's nowhere to run ♪

♪ 'Cause the dance floor is filled ♪

♪ The beat, it just might catch ya ♪

♪ With electrifyin' chills ♪

♪ You get high, you get
high it's not a dream ♪

♪ But nothin's come to life ♪

♪ The music makes you scream (screaming) ♪

♪ It's the fear of the night ♪

♪ And the feeling of the
fright that makes you move ♪

♪ Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh ♪

- Oh yeah, that's the rock right there.

Whoo! Damn, look at them crystals.

Come on, come on lighter,
don't do me like th-

There we go.

There we go, whoo yeah.

(inhaling deeply)

Whoo, shit, oh!

Damn! Whoo let me get that again.

(lighter clicking)

Ooh shit! Oh my damn.

What they put in this?

(tense ominous music)

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, there we go.

Hey, hey, hey, look at
the- who the hell is you?

Huh?

This, this my block.

I don't give a fuck what you say.

Huh, what?

Look at your stupid ass.

Look like a black mastodon.

(menacing music)

You ugly as shit, man.

That black-ass cape and that mask.

What you a pirate?

What are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do, fight me?

Fight me, then.

You can't fight in this awkward shit.

Huh? Huh?
(lighter clicking)

(feet thudding)

(blade whooshing)

(dramatic suspenseful music)