All language subtitles for fight.night.the.million.dollar.heist.s01e05.720p.WEB.H264-JFF

You taking me away
from my family! Huh?

- You go to hell.
- After you, hoodlum.

WILLIE: My uncle
used to take me
to this titty bar.

But there was this one dancer.

She went by
the name of Sweets.

'Cause if you
asked her nicely,
she'd lick you like candy.

- Told us his name was Silky.
- Hmm.

He invited us to the party.

HUDSON: This ain't
your run-of-the-mill robbery.

The aggrieved are
high-level gangsters,

and they're not gonna stop
till they make sure

they get everybody
that was involved.

Huddie, I am expecting you to
keep this contained.

MAN ON RADIO: Two bodies
were found at the scene

of the now robbery-homicide.

McKINLEY: Everybody,
be normal, go back
to your normal lives.

We ain't gonna make no waves,
we ain't gonna talk to nobody,

and we ain't gonna say shit
about this robbery.

- Get the hell up
off my property.
- It's two to one.

Count again, nigga.

FRANK: If he ain't
at his house, Chicken Man
could be anywhere.

Flood the streets with money.

Somebody'll drop a dime
on that sumbitch.

Perhaps you heard about
last night's robbery.

Anyone sold you
any stolen items?

Now that'd be mighty dumb
so soon after a heist,
now wouldn't it?

CHICKEN MAN: If you wanna
hate me right now,
then so be it.

But, you know,
just like I know
that we're better together.

Let me get things square.

Can't just sit back
and do nothin'.

If I do that,
I'mma look guilty as hell.

- This place
ain't that bad, right?
- This where we live now?

We are supposed to be
the baddest niggas
in America.

And we got robbed
in front of a bunch of bitches
and we didn't do nothin'!

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

SLIM: Open up.
It's the big bad wolf.

Chicken, Frank is gonna
fucking kill us.

(CHOKING)

Silky.

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Lady luck
and a four leaf clovers... ♪

MAN 1: Hell we supposed to
catch anything
with all that racket?

MAN 2: The Temps
ain't no racket.

The music send vibrations
through the water...

drawing the fish
to the surface.

What dime-store novel
you read that bullshit in?

(FISHING ROD REELING)

Damn it!

- I gots a big one!
- Told you.

You probably caught
a Goodyear tire. (CHUCKLES)

It's heavy as shit.

Damn it. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

How big is it?

MAN 2: That ain't no fish.

(CLASSIC SOUL MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Am I a good man? ♪

♪ Am I a fool? ♪

♪ Am I weak? ♪

CHICKEN MAN: It's only
gonna be temporary.

You hear me?

We gonna be back home
before you know it,
I promise you.

I just need you to trust me
on this one, Faye.

I got a plan.

If your husband
brought his mistress

to your family home,
would you trust you?

Come on, Faye,
it ain't like that.

Don't play me for no fool.

Look, Faye,
you knew who I was
before you married me.

Yeah.

♪ Am I a good man? ♪

Told myself, "He just...

"He just being a man.

"He loves me.

"He love me so much,
he keep that shit away."

I'm sorry, Faye.

The only thing
I'm worried about right now

is protecting my family,
that's it.

Then tell me what happened
at that party.

And leave no stone unturned.

Okay.

HUDSON: Hello, uh, Ms. Hayes?

This is Detective J.D. Hudson
with the Atlanta PD.

Forgive me for calling you
at this early hour.

Uh...

I picked up Tommy yesterday
on suspicion of robbery.

Yes, ma'am, that...
that was me.

(STUTTERS) Uh,
but that's not why
I'm calling you right now.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

(SIGHS) There's no easy way
to say this.

Your son, uh,
was found dead earlier

in the interrogation room.

He, uh,
apparently hung himself.

And...

I want to assure you, ma'am,
there's gonna be
a full investigation.

Ms. Hayes, are you there?

Ma'am, my sincerest apologies.

I can only imagine
how devastated you must be,

losing a child in this way.

But please know that
the department...

Ms. Hayes? Hello?

(SIGHS)

- (R&B MUSIC PLAYING)
- FAYE: Sis, we're fine.

I'm telling you the truth.

Yes, I promise.

No, we don't need to
come to your place.

It's not that bad.

It's really not.

It's just temporary...

till Gordon figures
some things out.

Look, I gotta go
and get these kids ready.

Later.

(KIDS SCREAMING,
SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Was that your sister
doin' a bunch of squawkin'?

She's just worried.

Yeah, I bet she is.

REPORTER ON TV:
A fisherman hoping to make
a handsome catch of catfish,

instead made
a gruesome discovery
this morning,

when he came upon a dead body
in the Chattahoochee River
near Bankhead.

The victim,
who appears to have
been asphyxiated,

has been identified as
33-year-old Raymond Armstrong.

No suspects
have been identified
at this time.

The bridge will be closed
while the APD

- looks into this matter.
- Is that Silky?

No, I-I don't know.

(KIDS GIGGLE)

Now, Faye, look,
there ain't no need
for us to panic, okay?

FAYE: Okay, so what else
am I 'posed to do?

They just pulled a body
out of the river
with the same Christian name

- and age as your
oldest known friend.
- Faye...

The same friend that
helped you plan the damn party
that got robbed.

First, lower your voice.

Okay, now,

I want you to go and take
these kids down there
to that motel office.

Let 'em get it sorted
right now.

Y'all, come on, y'all, get up.
Go get your shoes on.

- JOY: Okay.
- Come on, Daddy's got
some work to do.

Hurry up.

JOY: Yes, yes, sir.

- Come on. Good job.
- FAYE: All right, come on.

We found these IDs
in the basement
at the party house.

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

- You know,
you've gotta turn around.
- (BOTH LAUGHING)

Uh, we got Missouri Slim
outta Kansas City.

Uh, Mushmouth Rowe
outta Detroit,

and Bunker Willis
comin' from Chicago.

A few witnesses
mentioned there were
heavy hitters present.

Gentlemen, they don't get
no heavier than this.

Detective Hudson?
You've got a call on line two.

He says he's got info
on the man they found
in the Chattahoochee.

- Yeah, hang on to this, Romel.
- Yeah.

Hudson.

- Hey, it's Chicken Man.
- Goodbye.

Hold it now,
wait a minute now.
Wait. Wait.

You see that body
that the State Troopers

pulled out of
the Chattahoochee?

Well, that's my friend,
Raymond Armstrong.

What you tryin' to
tell me, Chicken?

He hired me
to throw the fight party.

And now he dead.

Look here, I can't believe
I'm about to say
what I'm about to say,

but, um, I need your help.

Hmm.

Armstrong. Pretty common name.

How are you so sure
it's your friend?

- 'Cause I ain't seen him
since the goddamn party.
- Right.

And now he's dead.

So what you sayin'?

I'm saying you got
the Black Mafia
at your party, right?

Maybe your friend
got greedy...

Figures he's got
some of the richest men
in the country

in one room,

he'll take 'em down
and then set you up
for the fall.

I told you we got robbed.

I was face down
on the goddamn ground,

worried about
if I was gonna
get a bullet in my back,

and not see
my goddamn family again.

Chicken, what am I doin'
down here, man?

(SIGHS)

I think
there's a different play.

I think if you and I
were to work together...

(SCOFFS, SNICKERS)

Come on.

Okay, come on now.
Look, I'm being serious.

- Uh, okay.
- I'm here to say...
Hear me out.

- Y'all go ahead, go ahead.
All right.
- Just hear me out.

I know Atlanta
like the back of my hand.

And when it come to
these pushers and players,
I know one thing.

They ain't gonna talk to
no goddamn cop.

Don't matter about
the color of your skin.

Now, you can use my help
if you want to figure out
who these robbers are.

I can be your eyes and ears
on this whole thing.

I ain't worried about
your eyes and ears.

I'm worried about your mouth.

Everything that come out of it
is a lie.

- Oh, come on.
- It's just hustle and game.

Come on, man.
Why should I trust you?

'Cause I ain't robbed
no goddamn body,
that's why.

You said it yourself.
You said that...

You said that
somebody set me up.
Did you not say that?

Have you seen
what they did to Silky?

What the fuck you think
they gonna do to me?

Hang on. Silky?

That's Raymond Armstrong's,
what, his street name
or somethin'?

Yes. Why?

Hey.

- Hudson, come on now. Look...
- Get in.

- Wh...
- (CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Shit.

Told you--

Hey, so this mean
that we good or what?

Thank y'all so much
for coming.

I appreciate your time.

My secretary will be in touch,
all right?

Thank you. Oh, see,
I like that jacket.

(CHUCKLES)

Senator Johnson!

- I thought that was you.
- Hey, Mr. Moten.

Now, you in residence
in this fine establishment?

Ah, yeah, presidential suite.

You know, kind of on par
with the Plaza.

Please, please, join me.

Oh. (SIGHS)

Really glad I ran into you.

(CHUCKLES)

You know, I'm having
a bit of a issue,

and I'm hoping you could
give me some assistance.

What's your issue?

Well, I got my eye
on a piece of property
in College Park.

- Made a bid.
Everything was everything.
- Hmm.

Then, the Department of Zoning
and Development pops in,

and next thing I know...

my deal tits up.

Now, what I understand,
you're the HNIC around here.

So, you think you could
help a brother out?

I'd be glad to
incentivize you.

- You wanna incentivize me?
- Well, not you, personally,

but I'm sure your constituents
have projects and things

that could use a little
financial fertilizer.

Frank, why are you
so interested in that area?

I see potential.

I'm sure a man with
your keen business sense
would.

I mean, the airport.
Ooh. It's right there, Frank.

Yeah, and Atlanta's growing.

The airport will have to
eventually catch up.

And a new airport,
now correct me if I'm wrong,

that's big business,

because you have construction,
you have leisure,

you have hospitality.

Venture like that
will turn our little city
into a major one.

Any businessman
with a claim to that land,

boy, they gonna make
quite a penny.

I'm not looking at it
as a business venture.

I see it
more as a investment...

in Atlanta's bright future.

There's no reason
why you shouldn't be
that businessman.

I mean, look at you.

You're self-made, Frank.

Mm-hmm. You Black,
you Georgia boy.

You know,
I can see the headlines now.

"The Prodigal Son Returns
To Stake His Claim."

Boy, that shit write itself,
don't it, Frank?

I don't remember mentioning
being from Georgia.

Well, you didn't have to.

See, Frank,
I wouldn't be good at my job

if I didn't do
my due diligence.

You know,
when I ran into you...

and that two-bit hustler
and my beloved Sully...

Well, I made some phone calls.

And, uh, Frank, you can
parade around Atlanta
in your $1,000 suits,

and your $500 loafers,

and your high-minded
New York sensibilities.

But you and I both know
what you really are,

and we know why
you can't have that land.

You see, we can't be seen
to do business
with no criminals.

You understand that, right?

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Speaking of due diligence...

What do you call those
crooked crackers

your Black ass is seen
to be doing business with?

(CLEARS THROAT, CLICKS TONGUE)

You enjoy
the rest of your stay.

I certainly will.

ANDRE: Unc,
what's happening, baby?

- I here now.
- Whatchu doin' here?

(ED SIGHS)

This here is a train ticket
to Houston, all right?

Now you
gettin' out of Dodge tonight.

Hey, you know I'mma
split in a few days, right?

I gotta get with my man first,
get my cut,

then head over to
the bowling alley
to pick my check up.

You don't understand.

These gangster niggas
put a bounty on your head.

They paid me a visit.
They're the real deal.

Like I ain't.

Now you got one move, son,

and that's run
and don't look back.

Now I tell you,

if your little narrow ass
is around here tomorrow...

I'm gonna shoot you myself.

All right.

All right?

I said all right. Thank you.

- Tonight.
- All right.

- Tonight now.
- All right.

(TRUCK DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(SIGHS) Well?

You know
I can come with you, right?

You know how
I feel for you, Andre.

Yeah? Come here.

I got somethin'
for you, all right?

Close your eyes.

- For me?
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- Don't peek now.

- Mm-hmm.
- (SPANKS)

ANDRE: Keep 'em closed.

All right, turn around.

Told you to
keep your eyes closed.

A'ight, you done seen it.
Now, come here,
give me your arm.

WANDA: Mmm.

I want you to hold on
to this for me
till I get back, all right?

So, wait,
I ain't going with you?

Look, it ain't safe out here
for you, all right?

I gotta protect you.
I want you to stay here.

Nigga, don't try to play me
like no fool.

You think I don't know
I'm a side dish?

Hmm?
Who you taking with you?

That little bony bitch
from College Park?

You know what this is,
a'ight?

I ain't got time
for all this shit

- you doing right now.
- Andre!

You done lost your mind.
Get your funky ass
off my lawn.

Fuck you, Andre!

ANDRE: Get on!

(DOORKNOB RATTLING)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

WILLIE: Stay low.

- Son of a...
- Get in here.

WILLIE: We told your ass
to stay away
from the new spot.

You make sure
nobody follow you?

I look stupid?

What's going on?

It's only been two days.
We gotta lay low.

I need somewhere to stay.

My mom lost her job again.

- What's that on your eye?
- It's nothing.

- Hey, hey. Let me see it now.
- WILLIE: Oh, no.

Getting whacked
upside your head
don't look like nothing.

Was it the landlord again?

The landlord? The...

The landlord beating
your ass to live?

Where the fuck y'all at,
y'all niggas in Alcatraz
or some shit?

- Look, it ain't funny, nigga.
- Black.

All right.

Look...

I'mma get by there
and talk to him, all right?

Just give me a couple days.
I'll buy your mom some time,
all right?

No. Fuck that.

We gonna do this shit
right now.

Supposed to be
laying low.

The rent ain't gonna
pay itself.

Come on.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

HUDSON: Good morning, ma'am.

Uh, I'm Detective J.D. Hudson

with the Atlanta
Police Department.

This is my colleague,
Gordon Williams.

- He's consulting on the case.
- How you doin'?

We just wondering
if Debra might be home.

Uh, I spoke with her
couple of days ago,

and I just had
some follow-up questions.

Shame on you.

Talking to a underage girl

without
her parents' permission
is against the law.

I saw that on Dragnet.

Ma'am, I had no idea
that she was a minor.

Mm-hmm.

Well, given the adult nature
of the affair, the alcohol...

What?

HUDSON: No, no, no. Uh...

Debra's not
in any kind of trouble
in any way,

I assure you.

Mm-hmm. That's just
how y'all trick people.

CHICKEN MAN: Oh, my Lord.

Now, I hate to
cut you guys off,
but I got a question.

Is that Mother Heni
right there?

You knew Mother Heni?

(CHUCKLES)

Henrietta. That's her...
That's her real name.

Had one of
the sharpest tongues
I've been around.

This woman will
love you one minute,

then turn on you
like the wind in the next.

That was Granny.

- Passed a year ago.
- Say what now?

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, my Lord.

Well, my condolences.

Oh, I remember
she used to make
some of the best sweet tea.

I still got the recipe.

Ain't as good as hers, though.

Hold on now.

I sure would love to
trouble you for a glass

as me and my partner
are a little parched.

Mm-hmm.

You know, if I may,
I just want to
take the time to apologize

on my colleague's behalf.

He can, um...

He can be a little uncouth.

- MARGARET: Mm-hmm.
- Right?

Uh, words can come off
a little sharp.

Not lying to you, ma'am.

We just here
for some information.

Hopefully,
that information can help us

with the case
that we dealing with.

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Now, Debra,
you remember us talking
after the party

that followed
the Ali fight, right?

Party?
The one that got robbed?

You were supposed to be
at your friend's house.

So what you're saying to me
is that

my Debra was at
that lowlife function?

Well, I don't think
we should...

I don't think we should
call it "lowlife."

I'm hearing
it was quite refined.

People of Atlanta,
they're referring to it
as the Black Vegas.

Hey, so, let's just try to
stay focused.

Well, yeah, but I think
she should have context...

Okay, let's just...

Ms. Margaret,
that's what they sayin'.

- They sayin' "Black Vegas."
- Okay.

- Um...
- (CHICKEN MAN CLEARS THROAT)

Can you tell me
any more details about
this Silky guy?

Uh, he was a big guy
with a silk press.

His Christian name,
God-given name,
is Raymond Armstrong.

Wait a minute.

Ain't that the man
they pulled out the river
this morning?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Yeah.

That's all over Channel 2.

It is, ma'am.

Um, well, on the night...

tell me about
Silky's behavior.

Was he calm? Was he nervous?

Did he seem distracted?

I don't know.

He just seemed like a guy
who was ready to party.

Did you notice him
interacting with anybody?

I mean, did he appear
to signal somebody,
or somethin' like that?

(SIGHS) To be honest...

when we was outside,
I wasn't paying no mind,

'cause there was this
really cute fella

- that we spoke to
down the road.
- Debra.

No, no, just tell me
something else about
this cute fella.

Mm...

Oh, he had a gold tooth
like you.

(CHUCKLES)

Don't make me blush.

- What you blushing for?
- Well...

Clearly saying that
he looks like me.

Oh, no, he didn't look
anything like you.

He was real tall...

light-complected,
with good hair.

Okay.

He was fine,
just like Billy Dee.

- Got it.
- Mm-hmm.

I don't think you need to
write all that down.

I was just writing down
opposite of you.

- Got it.
-"Not Chicken Man."

So, did Billy Dee and Silky
appear to know each other?

Nah.

No, they didn't know
each other.

We asked for directions
'cause we heard that

this was going to be
the foxiest party of the year.

People calling it
the Black Vegas.

MARGARET: Mm-hmm.

And then,
when we all found out
where it was,

he still wasn't
too keen on going.

It's like he was fine
just lounging on his car.

His car?

Okay, well, you remember
what kinda car it was?

It was a Chevelle.
It was yellow and...

It had custom racing tires.

Custom? Okay.

Well, um, I think
that's enough for now.

- I appreciate you, ma'am.
Thank you for allowing us...
- CHICKEN MAN: Thank you.

...to come into your home,
and...

we'll get out of your hair.

Hey, that Mother Heni thing,
that was good.

Let me tell you
a little somethin'
about Mother Heni.

She was
one of my best customers

- back in the day.
- Hmm.

Every week, she'd bring me
a glass of that sweet tea,
then she'd place a bet.

I thought you just
bullshittin' in there.

Oh, J.D., I told you
ol' Atlanta's
my playground.

You'll be hard-pressed
to find somebody that
ain't run into ol' Chicken.

Mm-hmm. How was the tea?

God awful.

- Taste like somebody put
a bunch of sugar in piss.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)

(SIGHS) Where we
off to now?

(HUDSON CLEARS THROAT)

Well, this pretty boy,
driving the Chevelle,

what's he doing
just hanging out by himself

when the foxiest party
of the year is happening
just up the street?

Could be the getaway car.

There's only about three shops
on the south side

that can do
that kind of custom work.

- Mm-hmm.
- Let's check 'em out.

All right.

(DOOR OPENS)

Didn't I tell your ass
to leave town?

Kept my eyes
on the party house

just in case the Chicken
came back to the coop.

Honestly, I'm surprised
anybody came back.

But, uh...

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

Well...

just what in the hell
am I gonna do with you?

(FRANK CHUCKLES)

(R&B SOUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS) So...

Sweets, is it? (SIGHS)

Only if you're
tipping big, sugar.

(FRANK SIGHS) What
your mama name you?

Vivian.

FRANK: When a man does
what Chicken Man did for you
down in that basement,

willing to take a bullet

or a beating
to protect the dignity
of his woman...

that's love, no?

He don't love nobody
but hisself. (SCOFFS)

But I guess you don't know him
like you think you do.

Fair enough, but you do.

Twenty-four hours
after the robbery,

and you're back at
the scene of the crime.
(SCOFFS)

Ooh, you're bold, all right?

I don't know
where Chicken is, okay?

He ain't dumb.

He ain't coming back.

Not unless we give him
a reason to.

Now, if you don't love him
like you say...

there ain't no sense
in you protecting him.

Chicken didn't rob you,
all right?

He... He didn't want
nothing more than
just to work for you.

That's all he wanted.

And I don't want
nothin' more...

than for you to call
that motherfucker.

But I ain't gonna ask
but once.

Hey, I don't know,
Mr. Policeman.

This place here
look like a dead end.

- And it's further out
than them other two shops.
- Stay in the car.

- Come on.
- HUDSON: Sir. Excuse me?

ED: Hey, now.

I'm looking for the owner
of this establishment.

Hey, guilty as charged.
You're looking at him, man.

All right, great.

I'm wondering
if you have any customers

who drive
a yellow Chevy Chevelle?

Some customs, maybe?

Racing tires, chrome,
like that?

Ain't nobody I know that

rode around in a car
like that, man.

Uh, apologies,
I didn't introduce myself.

I'm Detective J.D. Hudson.

- ED: Ah.
- Yeah.

- I'm investigating
the Collier Heights robbery.
- ED: Okay.

Hmm.

So...

Yellow Chevelle.
Custom. Chrome?

Now, listen, I...

I ain't miss a day
in 23 years, man.

I think I know my customers.

I'm not staying
in no goddamn car.

I'm not questioning
your business acumen.

I just, uh...

wondering if you might be
withholding some information.

And why the hell
would I do that?

Maybe you're
protecting somebody.

Okay, I'm not
the bad guy here.

- You do not want them...
- Hey.

Hey, J.D.
Brother over here look
just like goddamn Billy Dee.

- I said...
- Whatchu... Motherfucker!

Now how in the hell
you gonna come in here

and sift around
through my shit?

- I apologize.
- Ain't nobody
siftin' through...

No, you sifted
through my shit!

If you could please
just help me...

Both of you take your asses
out of my shop right now.

All right, we got to go.
Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, no,
hold on now, J.D.

- He didn't answer
your question.
- We got to go.

I'm not answering
the goddamn question.

- All right, all right.
We got to go.
- Are you the police, man?

Get back in the car.

CHICKEN MAN:
That's good. Okay.

(SIGHS)

Goddamn it!
I almost had him
till you butted in.

Come on now.

You need to say thank you.
I'm the one who found
Billy Dee.

Listen, your ashy ass
had no business
searching the man's place.

We ain't got a warrant.

And newsflash,
you ain't a cop.

I ain't say I was.

And how do we even know
that's our guy?

Tell you what,
he sure was good-looking,
wasn't he?

And wasn't that a Chevelle?

It ain't seem like
the owner had
something to hide to you?

- I'mma tell you this one time.
- He didn't seem like

- he had something to hide?
- I'mma tell you this
one time, Chicken Man.

You leave the investigating
to the professionals.

We doing this my way.

That means
you keep your mouth shut
and you don't say shit

unless I tell you to.

And that's it. You hear me?

Go on. Yeah.

You the man.

That's what you wanna hear?
You the man.

Go on.

So what now, Mr. Man?
How long we gotta
sit out here?

Not long.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE STARTS)

How you doing?

Saw you, uh...

rubbernecking back there
at the shop pretty good.

It's a law against that?

No, no. Just...

get the sense you know
who it is we're looking for.

Look here, man,
I ain't no snitch.

Well, I might have to
conduct a field interview.

I got a lot of questions.

And seeing as it's
about quitting time,

it's a one-way street,

your boss probably gonna be
coming by any minute.

Whether you answer
these questions or not,
I'm gonna be writing.

Hmm, I'mma be nodding.

And that's gonna be
you snitching.

So...

(SIGHS)

I never liked
the pretty motherfucker
anyway.

- He stole my girl, Wanda.
- Mm.

These light-skinned niggas
are the worst.

(SCOFFS) Ain't that the truth?

This light-skin got a name?

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

The fuck you want,
li'l nigga? Hmm?

Oh, you want
another ass whooping?

(CHUCKLES) This time,

your little ass is gonna
pick a switch.

Hmm? The hell
you lookin' at him for?

Oh, you got
your little boyfriend?

Hmm.

Nah.

He ain't my type.

What about you, Ray?

This old mudmouth motherfucker
float your boat?

I don't get no complaints
from his mama.

I'm his mama's favorite dish.

Yeah.

Go on, little pussy.

WILLIE: Yo, my man.

What was you sayin' about
that li'l nigga mama again?

I said his mama
is a ratface hoe.

(GRUNTS) Fuck!

You done lost your damn--

(GRUNTING IN PAIN)

(SHALLOW BREATHING)

- (GRUNTS)
- MAN: Come on, man.

All right. (EXHALES)

Your turn.

I... I think he had enough.

WILLIE: Enough?

Ray, this nigga
is fucking your mama.

He done beat your ass.

Go over there,
kick this nigga.

Give him what the fuck
he deserves.

You hear me?

(GRUNTS)

MAN: Come on, man.
He had enough.

(GRUNTING IN PAIN)

- (GRUNTS)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PANTING)

(SCREAMING IN PAIN)

Where you goin'?

(MELVIN GROANS)

You think these niggas
gonna do somethin'?

Y'all gonna do somethin'?

- (GROANING)
- (WILLIE CHUCKLES)

That nigga ain't
gonna do nothing. Come on.

Yeah, he should be good.

Want a burger or some shit?
We got some time.

FRANK: Lamar's
on a mission for me.

So why don't you and yours

bag the Chicken Man
when she lures him in?

Sound like a good plan, Frank.

Cool.

Is there somethin' else?

How about "Thank you
for bagging
the yardbird's bitch"?

That'll suffice.

How about next time
I ask you to do something...

you get the wax
out your fucking ears
and just do it?

Yes, boss.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

ANDRE: It's time to go, Mac.
I need my 20 grand. Now.

McKINLEY: Now, hold on now.

Now, look, New York's coming
to split up the money.

We gotta hold until then,
all right?

You stick around,
you're just waiting for
a toe tag.

And these
gangster motherfuckers
got a bounty on our heads.

The fuck you talking about
a bounty?

Dead or alive, jack.

Now if you think I'm jiving,
you gonna find out
the hard way.

But I'll tell you what,
I will not be here with you.

Look, you're
the smartest nigga
I know, Mac.

It's time to get a clue.
We gotta split.

- Man, move...
- Hey.

Okay, you know what?

Dig this.

I'm leaving town tonight,
with or without you.

And the way I see it,

I'm gonna be broke
and desperate.

I may have to
get back to robbing.

And let's just hope
I don't get pinched,
because if I do,

and them pigs start asking
some questions...

(KISSES)

(SCOFFS)

WANDA: His name
is Andre Muse.

He did a big stick-up job,

and he kept
some of the jewelry
for hisself.

And, um...

he's planning on
skipping town.

How do I know
you ain't jivin' me?

'Cause he tried to
pawn this off on me.

He got it from the haul.

The haul?

What do you know about that?

Look, I just helped him
buy some rope

to tie some people up with it.

But I swear I ain't know
who he was robbing.

LAMAR: Address.

This is your money.

You earned that shit.

- Look, he ain't know
who he was robbing neither...
- (SHUSHES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

- HUDSON: Hey, Andre.
- Mm-hmm?

Hold on.

Okay, Detective J.D. Hudson,
Atlanta PD.

We just wanna ask you
a couple questions.

The fuck is your country ass
doing here?

Hold on now, Andre. Easy now.

Who sent you? How you find me?

And you gonna bring
this pig to my house, nigga?

You begging for a bullet,
ain't you?

Andre, listen, listen.

We the only two brothers
in the city that don't want
you dead, all right?

Just hear us out, okay?

Drop your pistols.

- Look, man...
- I said, throw down
your goddamn pistols.

- Look, look, look.
- Okay, okay, okay.

I ain't got nothin'.

All right, go on, talk.
Speak your piece.

A'ight, look here, look here.

Andre, we know
you robbed that party,
all right?

Okay, but there's
some dangerous cats
out here looking,

and they're trying to
hunt you down right now,
you hear me?

Enough of that shit,
all right?
Now you shut the fuck up.

You keep flapping
your black ass lips,

- I'mma blow 'em off your face,
you understand me?
- Okay, all right.

Andre, listen, listen, man.

Now, don't make this
worse on yourself
than it already is, all right?

Let me help you out.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

- (GUNSHOTS)
- Shit!

Goddamn it. Oh, no.

- (BULLETS RICOCHET)
- Fuck.

(GUNS FIRING)

Shit.

(GRUNTS)

(BULLETS RICOCHET)

(RAPID GUN FIRING)

- (GUN CLICKS)
- Shit!

(GUN FIRING)

(MAN GROANS)

(PANTING) Fuck.

Shit. Fuck.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(PANTING)

HUDSON: Atlanta PD,
drop your weapon.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Goddamn.

(MUTTERS)

- (PANTING)
- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Look here, Andre,
I'm on your side, all right?

- I'm trying to help you.
- We gotta go.

- We gotta go.
- Come on, come on.

There he go. Look. Come on.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GROANING SOFTLY)

(EXHALES)

CHICKEN MAN: Oh,
what the fuck?

Head west, find a road.

- Get out of here, Chicken.
- (SNIFFLES)

I gotta call this in.

Hey. Go.

- You sure?
- Go on, now.

All right, okay.
(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(SIGHS)

Shit.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

More carnage.

What the hell
happened, Hudson?

Uh...

I received a credible tip

that one of
the robbery suspects
was residing in the trailer

about a quarter-mile east
of here.

And then, during questioning,

some shooters
creeped up on us in the woods.

They opened fire,
lit the place up.

JENKINS: Good Lord.

Suspect returned fire.
He killed one of the men.

I engaged,
I dropped one of 'em, too.

There was another exchange
of... of fire,

and it culminated
right here in this spot.

(SIGHS) Well,
is your suspect talking?

That's him right there.

You gave your word
that you would
keep this contained.

Chief, the last thing I wanted
was more bloodshed.

(MASON CLEARS THROAT)

What's this man doing,
nosing around my case?

Well, it looks like
you could use
all the help you can get.

Not from him, I don't.

No shame in admitting.

Getting in over your head.

Ain't nobody
talking to you, Mason.

All right, gentlemen,
this ain't the time.

You know what
your problem is, Hudson?

- Oh, what's my problem?
- MASON: You're
too close to this.

Gentlemen.

You're more worried about
saving all these niggas...

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Your wife hits
harder than that!
- Get him out!

Shut your cracker ass!

- Get the hell out of here...
- Get your black ass
outta here, boy.

- ...right now!
- Let him go.

I'll hang you from
a tree, boy.

- Fuck you, Mason.
- You're over the line, Huddie.

I'm over the line?

Man calls me a nigga
and I'm over the line?

You took it too far.

Goddamn it.

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

All right.

Your gun and your badge.
You're suspended, Hudson.

What?

You hit a fellow officer
in front of me.

You're suspended.
Badge and gun.

That's an order, Detective.

REPORTER ON TV:
And here's some breaking news

with Lo Jelks
out in the field.

JELKS: Shocking
violence tonight

in the southwest
Atlanta woods,

leaving three people dead
in its wake.

Suspicions abound that

this may be connected to
the Black Mafia robbery
that occurred

after the Muhammad Ali,
James Quarry fight.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Details are still incoming.
We will make sure
to keep you updated.

- (CAR DOOR CLOSES)
- (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Gordon, get up.
Help me with your sisters.

All right, y'all. Let's play
hide-and-seek, okay?
Quietly.

- Come on, help me.
- All right, come on.

- (GIRL CRYING)
- (FAYE SHUSHES)

Wake up.

FAYE: All right, honey.

(DOOR CLOSES)

MAN: Hey, over here. Come on.

(GUN COCKING)

Hey. Right here.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

- Hello?
- Hey, Faye.

Hey, the kids okay?

Oh, Gordon.
Thank you, Lord Jesus.

Look, Gordon, they saying
somebody else done died
on the news, okay?

(SIGHS) I thought it was you.

No.

No, no, baby.
I had nothin' to do with
no goddamn shootin'.

FAYE: Look, Gordon,
I'm terrified, okay?

I can't do this no more.

CHICKEN MAN: No, no, no,
listen to me. Listen.

All right, I understand, baby,

but you gotta...
you just gotta sit tight
for me, okay?

Right now,
all I'm worried about
is just clearing my name.

Look, Gordon,
you ain't hearing me.

Okay?
We need to leave town tonight.

We can go to my sister's house
in Birmingham.

No, baby. We're not going
to no goddamn Birmingham.

You hear me?
We're not runnin'.

This our home.

Look, I...

I know a woman
that told me one time...

She told me that
doubt is the devil's drug.

Faye, are you there?

- Faye?
- Yeah.

I'm here.

Then finish the sermon for me.

And faith is the elixir.

That's my girl.

Now, look,
I gotta make one more stop,

and after that,
I'm coming straight to you.

Just sit tight.

I love you.

I make stops in goddamn town,

I hear from
one in three people

that you out here
looking for me.

(SIGHS) Chicken...

Ain't no Chicken, Viv, hush!

(SIGHS)

- I'm sorry.
- Sorry?

- What are you sorry about?
- (SLIM LAUGHS)

(EXHALES) If it ain't
the infamous Chicken Man.

You're dead now, motherfucker.

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

Chicken Man.