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[cars beeping]

- Man look at this, man.

We got the money, the power, know what I'm saying.

We killing the game, got it on lock.

And we got a couple of party favors over there.

You know what I mean?

- Yeah I'ma get to the money too,

but you know I like them party favors.

- What was dude talking about with you?

- Girl, he's talking about some,

he want to fuck somebody for $500.

[laughs]

Girl, please.

- And they said they get money.

Psh, I'm fucked up but I'm not that fucked up.

[ominous music]

- Ah, shit.

[phone ringing]

Hello. Hello baby.

I'm at work.

Where the fuck you think I'm at?

- Marcus, Carothers.

Have you enjoyed your stay with us?

Well at IDOC's finest stateville correctional facility.

- Which ones you want?

Because I don't want to bullshit

when the other girl get here.

- This house nice and everything,

but you know I write checks so, this is nothing.

- You got you some cappin' ass nigga.

Cause you only know, we fuck with ballers.

That's it. - Only.

- That's all.

- Money make me come.

- Which one you want man?

- Why don't you do a coin toss bro?

- Ay know what,

forget that, this is what we gonna do.

We gonna kid and play it.

I get the light one, you get the dark one.

- Sentenced to 15 years, in which you have served seven.

- That's seven and a half.

- No more notorious good time,

do to the nature of our crime.

Or should I say, crimes.

- You know what, it's supposed to be somebody else

coming through in a minute though.

- Hell yeah, cause you know I was trying to get a Minaj-

- It's gonna be a little package though.

You ain't see his spring?

- Psh, I ain't see shit.

I heard where he work. - Well he got a big ass dick.

- Cause he working with a monster?

- Girl I'm single too so...

- Girl, I heard he got a little pittle in the middle.

[knocking]

I think that's Theresa at the door.

[footsteps]

[knocking]

- Attempted murder.

- No! [gunshot]

[groaning]

- [Interrogator] Home invasion.

- Bitch, sit down.

Sit down! [screaming]

[gun shot]

- Unlawful restraint.

[deep breathing]

Aggravated battery. [loud gunshot]

Armed robbery.

[ominous music]

[police sirens]

Twenty years I've seen convicts like you,

return for even more horrendous crimes.

And the first, your parole plan has been denied,

for returning to the home of your grandmother,

due to her public housing situation.

Yet you have been approved for

the safe haven shelter on Lassel Street.

This is your parole agreement.

Fifteen years mandatory,

if you are caught with or around firearms.

A violation of your parole, if you are caught engaging

in activities around or with known felons.

It is my duty to inform you of these stipulation,

with the hopes that you will abide by this agreement,

before returning you back into society.

I need your John Hancock, by each of the X's.

Good luck.

[pleasant music]

[brakes squeaking]

- [Passing man] Yo!

Y'all stupid as hell.

- [Passing woman] Hey Tony. [laughing]

[engine revving]

[rap music playing]

♪ Ha shorty, my nigga, ha shorty. ♪

♪ Turn it down, before we shut you off. ♪

♪ Hard body, these niggas soft. ♪

♪ Foreign women, for this foreign living. ♪

♪ Foreign rollers, for this foreign pimpin'. ♪

♪ Double G's on a double G.

♪ Got two chicks that wanna double me. ♪

♪ And a double tree, and I'll fuck spree. ♪

♪ Get it top and bottom, and they lovin' me. ♪

♪ Roll with killers from a murder town. ♪

♪ They carry glocks, and'll murder clowns. ♪

[pleasant music]

[scribbling on paper]

[eerie music]

[creaking floor]

- [Voiceover] Across Chicago, nine people

were killed between Friday and Sunday.

And two more were gunned down just hours ago.

A murder rate of two a day.

[police intercom]

- [Voiceover] This is like Bay Root was in the 70s.

Uh, it's war.

People are scared to come out of doors.

They scared for their kids to sit on their porches,

and play in the playgrounds.

It's only fear. [metallic bangs]

- [Voiceover] The problem has a lot to do

with drugs, guns, and gang wars.

Chicago has the largest gang population in the country,

with approximately 100,000 members,

who commit 75 to 80 percent of the city's homicide.

- This shit has got Vulture City written all over it.

- Bird shit.

- Man, I ain't seen stick up murders

this messy since the 90s.

- Exactly.

[knocking]

[knocking]

[music tones]

- Fuck is wrong with you? [grunting]

- You don't ever do shit for me no more!

- Bitch I'll break off bread for you, and them kids.

And them little motherfuckers ain't even mine.

- But you said you would never leave me broke,

and this ain't even no real diamond.

It's a cubic zirconia.

- Bitch I'll- [groaning]

[banging]

[muffled arguing]

[crying]

- You stupid bitch.

[rattling]

What the fuck?

Now little man, don't do nothing stupid now.

Me and your momma, we adults now.

We go through these things.

- Baby.

[mumbling]

Put that away.

Mario, I am your mother.

Put it away.

- [Mario] Get out.

Get out!

- That was 40 pounds.

28,000 in cash, three keys of cane.

I gave the shorties a few stacks a piece.

- A few stacks a piece huh?

It ain't gonna do nothing but cobble in them all

Them little motherfuckers want to get high.

- Yeah I know, that's right.

- Guess who touched down today.

That nigga Short.

- My nigga.

He know where to come right?

- He know where to be.

- Bet, bet.

- Black Disciples, are holding strong

down here near Provim Gressa and Rosa.

Yeah this is no longer just acts of random killings.

These are individual little terrorists

running around and you know, shooting.

We're up against ongoing retaliations.

- We've placed together a shitload of line ups

behind these homicides, over the last six months.

I can't tell you how many times I've cringed over

the thought, that we're just nabbing all the wrong people.

- And why is that?

- These teenagers man, they all fit the same description.

You know, dark complected, dreadlocks, white tees.

- Look fellas, we investigate a home invasion,

slash murder, in the park we guard.

Apparently drug related.

Not your common acts of drive by shootings.

We've been having more and more

robbery related murders unaccounted for.

No suspects, no leads.

- Until today.

- [Voiceover] What you go Rosetti?

- Since his release from IDOC,

he progged with his baby mama.

The known felon goes by the name of Trigger.

He used to pull heads for Disciples.

[gun firing]

- Yeah I know this guy.

Stick up kid, by State Street.

Goes by the name of Randy.

Randy uh...

- Trueblood.

- Trueblood.

- There you go. [laughs]

Hell of a last name.

- Yeah I brought him back down to 99

on a kidnapping charge along with his Rappie.

This guy right there.

- [Voiceover] Who's that?

- Germane Davis.

Now this is s shooter.

- Considered AWOL, armed and dangerous.

He's failed to meet with his parole agent, consistently.

[gun shots]

Got a warrant out for his arrest.

And last but not least, our bread winner.

Marcus Carothers.

[muttering]

- [Voiceover] You know his face.

- [Rosetti] The born again Christian,

now paroled from IDOC this morning.

- Well why the fuck is he a suspect

if he paroled this morning?

[sighs]

I followed Carothers since juvie.

Drug trafficking, robbery, and strong arm.

Pretty bad, he ran an enterprise of

marijuana sales before the age of 17.

[ stabbing]

It's said that he slayed a gang chief on a prison yard.

[mutters of disbelief]

- [Rosetti] No other inmates

would testify on his behalf.

- [Mustached Bald Cop] Real tough guy.

- We're taking a proactive approach to this investigation.

I believe that mister Trueblood

is responsible for a great deal of these acts.

And mister Carothers will reconnect with his crew.

And I'm always right.

[dripping water]

[eerie horn]

[heavy breathing]

[gun shot]

[water splash]

[water splash]

[duck quacks]

- I got my GED, and I also went to community college,

where I got a custodial maintenance certificate.

I can work on cars.

You know, I buff and wax floors,

answer telephones, you name it.

- And where did you receive

all your education, mister Carothers?

- Illinois Department of Corrections, sir.

- Look mister Carothers, I'll be honest with you.

I will submit your application and resume

to the human resource department.

We do offer an equal employment opportunity,

yet there are some restrictions.

- Then there's no equal employment opportunity, sir.

- I'll see if we have any openings

at that day labor program for ex-convicts.

♪ Can I get a dollar?

♪I'm like na cho.

♪ Can a baller, be like na cho. ♪

♪Can you see me, when you see me you go holler.

♪ Tell them na cho.

- Ay Short.

Short.

That's you nigga.

Man, Short.

My nigga, my nigga man.

Old ass nigga.

Man what's up G?

So you won't let me know you was back down huh?

- Man everybody don't need to know everything man.

- That's understandable, but damn G, seven years?

Well I thought cars were gonna be flying

by the time they let your head back out homie.

- Man tell me about it.

- Ay what's this shit I hear about you being a preacher?

- Man I ain't no preacher man, I just got saved, that's all.

- Saved G, from what?

You on the streets now nigga, there ain't no saved, nigga.

You better look around boy, ain't shit changed.

This still Vulture City man.

What you think you back out here for homie?

Ain't no way around this shit.

Man all the buildings gone homie.

Man it looks like all the crackheads

stopped smoking once the buildings left.

All the broke hoes got section 8 now man.

See everybody staying in Rohile.

[rap music playing]

Man so uh, where you staying at now?

- Chick on the west side.

- West side, huh.

Man that bitch coulda bought you some shoes nigga.

I told you before you left man,

about fucking those broke bitches man.

Boy you know how much pussy we finna get.

Homie, I'm finna get more pussy

on the strip if you out on pussy.

- It's too small.

- Man I hope you ain't went off

on no born again virgin shit did you?

Look, cause after eight years man,

I know your nuts is backed up like a motherfucker.

Yeah man, get you a pair of them too man.

That's them Trues man, everybody rocking them.

[thumping music]

Only thing I want to tell you Short.

Don't call me by my old nickname no more man.

I switched it up on me, name got too hot.

- For real, don't call you...

- Shh, call me Money.

Moneybags, short.

Good out here these days.

Ay ay ay ay ay.

Look there it is.

How the hell you get my gun?

Ain't loaded anyways G.

[baby crying]

Man y'all gonna have to move

some of this shit out the living room man.

- So all these your kids?

- Hell naw.

That's my daughter.

These my baby momma kids.

Man she had them by Shahid.

You remember Shahid Fundamental.

That's little Dave Shorty.

Little ugly one, that's Big Robert, banged Mohid.

And the little one right here, that's white folks baby.

Ay baby!

- What?

- We got a guest in the house.

Folk just came home from the joint, come say whats up.

- I'm on the phone.

- She on the phone right now G.

Baby momma ride it though.

Matter of fact, ay go on in the bathroom

and change your clothes.

- Where is it, right here?

- Yeah just to your right, and to the room.

[sighs]

- Seven and a half years, man bullshit.

[audience chanting]

- [Voiceover] yeah right.

- [Voiceover] Alright, lets meet

your grandmother, here's kitty.

[rapid gunfire]

- [Money] Ay, get down in here!

You kids better stay away from by the window.

- [Baby Momma] Alicia, Kyle, and Lorell,

get your ass in this room.

[rap music]

- Y'all get him?

- I let them all loose Trig.

- He ain't waking up.

- Alright, my nigga.

[police sirens]

- That's the fourth shorty this week.

Come on lets switch over blocks man,

before the police come at your flow.

[screaming]

- Oh my God, somebody help us!

Somebody, somebody help me please!

[train screeching]

- 10 four.

- Ay y'all, heads up.

- [Voiceover] Excuse me.

- Ay who the fuck is homie with the dreads?

- Oh I remember this guy.

- Ay man, this is the original vulture man, Short.

- Yo look out for family when we out here man.

Man, yo I remember how you used to beat our ass man.

[laughing]

- Y'all boys keep y'all head up too man,

they just stretched out one homie

when I was going on Indiana man.

- You know how we be walking.

- Yeah let's go, set it back, let's go.

[door creaks]

- I guess this is why bad boys

like you can't stay out of jail.

- What makes you say that?

- Trouble.

You came through the killers and the dope line.

And in my apartment without welcome.

Trouble.

Straight nigga shit.

- You know, my bad, you know I can leave.

- No, no.

Don't go nowhere.

Stand right there.

- Yo what happened to your eye?

[clears throat]

- Janeda, go play with your dolls bae.

Mommy will be there in a second.

[clears throat]

This motherfucker gonna give me

a cube of zirconium instead of the real deal.

You see I got this on my right hand still.

Never put it on my left.

- How come you never wrote me back?

- The cards, the poems and letters.

You write such deep shit.

What was I to write?

I ain't your same little teenage boo.

"Dear Marcus, life is good.

"I got another little baby with no father.

"I sleep with niggas just to pay my bills.

"I hope you marry me some day."

You know, even back then

it was hard being your little girlfriend.

I was being raped and fucked by my own family.

In eighth grade I used to brag about you.

My little celebrity boyfriend.

On TV with Oprah and shit.

Why are you here Short?

You ain't even supposed to be here.

You're supposed to be the one

that turned nothing into something.

- Well, you know, life ain't over.

And neither is yours.

- Yeah?

I ain't paying 500 for no ounce of shit.

- Who the fuck is this, Shauna?

- Family, bro.

- I don't know you, nigga.

- Ay I'ma catch up to you alright.

Take care of yourself too.

- You gonna bring niggas in the crib when I ain't here, huh?

- Man these little niggas out here hitting eggs, man.

We need more shit like this man.

- Yeah you already know we out here firing motherfuckers up.

What up, what up, ammo what though.

We need more ammo biggum.

- You on motherfucking rules, only get guns for Trig.

- Fuck you mean, you only get something for Trig.

- You don't know what time it is man.

[eerie siren]

- Man there go them motherfucker, peace.

- Ay biggum! [screaming]

[rap music]

- Freeze!

♪ 35th gang, boy and bout nine. ♪

♪ Boy and bout mine

♪ Don't get caught liking on that south side. ♪

♪ On that south side, on that south side. ♪

♪ Got killers waiting, and they off side. ♪

♪ And they felt side.

♪ Nigga talk crazy, get your mouth tied. ♪

♪ Get your mouth tied.

♪ 35th gang

♪ Boy and bout mine - Hey!

♪Boy and bout nine. Down, down, down.

♪ Don't get caught black

♪ On that south side.

Don't move. - Ay, ay get!

- Why the fuck are you sweating man?

- You know, it's just hot in here man.

- It ain't hot in here, you nervous.

- Nervous about what?

- What's your association with Randy Trueblood?

- Who?

- We got you here.

We're gonna question you all night, if it takes that.

I know we ain't supposed to be questioning you,

without a parent being here, because you a minor.

But you know what, frankly I don't care.

Because we want some answers.

- Four murders in one building on your watch.

- Man I don't understand a word that

come out your motherfucking mouth man. [laughs]

- Yeah it looks like you've been having too man uh,

deep fried [muttering] there my man.

- Man that sound s like some gay shit man,

I don't even fuck around like that.

- We want answers.

You got them.

- Ay, predator junior,

you know what they do to

little motherfuckers like you in the joint?

Put super tacos on pitas and shit?

With your fat ass.

[laughs] Huh?

- Come on with fat jokes, man I'm sitting here.

- So what are you?

Young money, hmm?

BD, GD?

- I don't know man. - I know you got answers.

- I was asleep.

- I ain't shit.

- God damn right you ain't shit.

You look like a little fucking bitch sitting here,

with your little fucking cornrolls.

What the fuck, what is that kinda bullshit

you got on your head anyways?

You look like a little bitch.

- I was asleep man.

- Look fat boy, don't raise your voice in here.

Now we asking you how did four murders occur on your watch?

- You look a little too pretty

for fucking prison, you know that?

Treat you up real nice over there.

Turn that little bitch ass up.

Don't fucking sit here spreading your legs

like you got something down there.

There ain't nothing but a pussy down there you little fuck.

- Fuck I'm, fuck I'm supposed to know?

- Because you security.

- Because you was at the front motherfucking door.

- What it is, it that you's a gopher.

You know what a gopher is?

You go out there and get stuff for these people.

- Didn't we get the tapes?

Security tapes. - We got the tapes.

We got the tapes. Yeah. - We got the security tapes.

- What, what?

- People walking in and out and shit,

when you sit your fat ass in there.

On your watch.

- Squirt cheese on them Cheetos and shit.

[laughing]

- Now why don't you make it easy on yourself,

and tell us what we want to know, because I know you know.

- With your big old momma, with old pork chop tip.

- My momma?

- Greasy paste looking ass. - Whoah.

[solid punch]

- These guys talking about prison.

You don't need to go to prison.

Too many of our kids to to prisons,

to protect these cats that should be in prison.

Now once again, what's your affiliation with Trueblood?

- Man I don't know, man them niggas,

man they tell me to do things I gotta do.

They gonna fuck me up man.

You know how this is out here.

All these bikes coming up there,

and I might come up there man.

I'm scared.

- You know what they do to little

motherfuckers like you in the joint?

Because we can charge you as an adult.

You ever run naked, backwards through a cornfield?

They gonna have a field day

with your little ass in the joint.

- You ain't too scared fat boy.

- Man I don't, I just said y'all, I'm sentiv'.

- Sensitive?

- Sensitive man. - Well you need to stay away,

from Chicago's chicken and waffles, nigga.

- They gonna poke you like a little blow up doll.

- Come on man, my mouth hurt.

I swear to God. - That's alright.

- Why don't you talk, why don't you say something?

- Open your mouth, say something.

- See you could go to juvie, juvie is nice.

You get to play Nintendo and shit.

- Listen here you black motherfucker.

- Damn dude, you trippin'.

- YOu need to talk to us and get this shit together,

you understand what I'm saying?

Do you understand me?

- You know who you look like?

- Fuck you, that's who I look like.

- You look like Poncho man, from Chips. [laughs]

- Yeah I'm gonna punch you in your fucking face

if you don't shut the fuck up.

What's your momma gonna say?

Sitting downstairs crying for your fucking punk ass.

- Hey man, take this motherfucker down stairs

and lock him up and let's go.

I gotta go home to my wife man.

Now what if we don't let you

go home tonight with your mother?

What you think she gonna feel like?

- Conspiracy to murder, is 25 to 35.

You know what that means?

No more Harold's 30, no more Harolds 64, no more Harolds 37.

- Man I can't take this shit.

I gotta look all over

these niggas man. - You looking at life

You looking at life.

- I know the charges man. - 25 to 35

conspiracy to murder. - I ain't want this shit man.

You motherfuckers trippin' man.

- Man listen, I'm tired of you running your mouth.

- I ain't signing man.

- Now I already hit you in your mouth.

Sign, right now.

This some bitch ass shit, man.

- Yeah yeah, call it what you want to, but sign.

- God damn, man.

There you go, right there.

[fire sirens]

[power tools whirring]

[water drip]

- Alright Marcus, get ready to come and get the paint.

[flicking]

- Welcome home son, good to see you.

Look like you learned a lot.

Hold your head man when you're talking to me.

You know how I am, I want you to look at me.

I'm glad to see you're listening.

Did you remember that old line

I told you before you left here?

I used to tell you all the time.

Mm, you wanted me to remind you.

The further the monkey run up the tree,

the more his ass he'll show you.

Get back down here.

You still got family, I'm still here.

Where you going?

- I just pretty much came by to um,

see if I could rent a room from you.

You know, just until I get on my feet.

- You can get a room man, there's no problem with that.

You know you're like, you're like my son.

Even though your momma left me,

dropped me, kicked me to the side.

All I did for her, you know what I'm saying.

That's life.

You're still like a son to me man.

I don't want you to forget that.

You know, i won't stay long.

I mean, you don't have to rent a room,

I can give you a room man.

Only one thing, you can't bring

them fucking polices in my house.

Because I don't want to wind up

where you just come from, fucking with them.

You know I don't get along with them people, you know.

- But here I have uh,

the $68 I made at the day labor plant.

- You don't have to do this.

You don't have to do it.

But you know me, I love this stuff.

Here we go son, here we go son.

I know it um, bigger than that shit hole you just left.

Probably give me three stars huh.

- Yes sir.

- You know what, boy you gonna get me with that sir stuff.

I love that.

Keep that up, I love that.

Keep the fucking police away though.

Alright.

[sighs]

- Wow, Marcus I gotta say,

in the 20 years that I have been teaching English,

boy this is impeccable, this...

You're just an awesome writer, wow.

I just don't ever want you to stop writing.

I want you to continue writing.

How much longer are you in here?

- Three years.

Let me tell you, I see books with your name on it.

You aught to take the time to really write about your life.

I don't know everything about you,

but from what I've learned about you here,

and just reading this alone, wow.

You have a story to tell, and when you get out,

I really think you're going to do good Marcus.

But you have to stay focused on your writing.

I just don't want you to lose focus.

And I need to know, that when you get out there,

you're going to keep doing it.

So I need you to promise me,

because I really see great things for you.

And I think you're going to do it.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

[sighs]

- I walk alone in the midst of a battle.

Between fate, and having destiny.

Escape involves a city.

The story of my life,

a testimony.

By Marcus Carothers.

[knocking]

Come in.

- Marcus, you got guests.

Let me know if an old butler can get you anything,

miss Harlow.

- How you know I was here?

- I didn't, I just know mister Lee, like your father.

I was going to find you.

I brought vodka and a six pack.

Mind if I pour up?

- [Marcus] I don't mind.

- I think it's been a while since you had cocktails,

among other things.

You know, my guy friend made a fuss

about seeing you at the house.

- Mm, sorry about that.

- No worries.

We was done a month ago, but he keeps coming around for,

you know, favors.

I got bigger problems.

The police detained my boy today.

Them motherfuckers, they want to connect my child to murder.

He's only 10 years old Marcus.

- Where's the daddy at?

- Dead, like the rest of these motherfuckers.

They don't know it.

Anyway, I sent him and Janeda,

to spend a few days with my mom.

[coughing]

- Can you put some more juice in here, this strong as hell.

- See, that's why you ain't got no hair on your chest.

- Huh, and you do?

- Catch up sir.

[laughs]

This is so surreal, so dreamy.

- Really?

Why you say that?

- Rumor was you had life, no parole.

- [sighs] Sure felt like it.

- Never thought I'd see you in the flesh,

ever again.

My first boyfriend and shit.

[laughs]

You used to sneak new clothes,

new shoes, and little gifts to my aunts house.

Because you didn't want my mom to know.

I'd change into them at school, and then

change back into my old clothes before I got in.

And you'd take me home, despite the weather.

Hold my hand.

If it was too cold you'd put

my little fingers in your coat pocket.

[laughs]

Remember?

I do, clearly.

Cause niggas don't hold hands.

I had to get pregnant by some other dude,

when you disowned me.

I don't blame you.

I was naive into thinking I could find you

in every nigga I gave myself to.

[cracking thunder]

- We got rain.

[sniffles]

I remember when it rained,

I used to look out the gated window in my cell.

When i was in the joint,

just thinking about the people I loved.

The ones I cared about.

Well the rain to me symbolized God cleaning up his earth.

Washing everything away.

It's like all the dirt and debris we leave behind.

And it gets pushed down the gutter.

Without the rain, nothing survives.

It removes everything, even us.

[slow music]

- Like new beginnings.

- Something like that.

- Well, you're free.

You don't have to just watch it anymore.

[laughing]

You see, you can feel it now.

No more watching the rain. - Whooah!

- No jail cell, no dream.

New beginning.

- Whooah!

♪ Let the world hear.

♪ Let it pound like thunder.

♪ Let the world hear.

♪ Let it pound like thunder.

♪ Feel your every heart beat.

[alarm clock] ♪ I can live

♪ in this moment forever.

♪ If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son. ♪

♪ I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one. ♪

- Damn bitch, don't you know how to close a fucking door?

- Damn.

♪ At the crossroads, a second time. ♪

♪ Make the devil change his mind. ♪

♪ It's a pound of flesh, but it's really a ton ♪

♪ 99 problems

♪ But a bitch ain't one - Mm baby.

You gonna start without me?

- I'm meant to be here.

- I'm always a little focused on my bill.

- It's early as hell babe.

- Go on and wake them up now.

- Hey, Trig said get up.

- Wake the fuck up.

- Now lets all get up.

Come on man, you need to wake up.

- Get to the money, come on.

Get the fuck up.

- I need the rest of this shit, now.

Now!

[groans]

[speaking foreign language]

- Sit down.

Whatever you're chewing on, swallow it or spit the shit out.

[dramatic music]

- Give me the motherfucking money.

- Get down on the floor.

Hurry up man, hurry the fuck up man, let's go.

- [Voiceover] : Now hurry up, let's get the fuck up

out of here, let's go. - Get that shit man.

Come on man.

Hurry the fuck up man.

[gun shots]

- Well 13 people have died last month.

10 of them children.

These murders are unaccounted for, and unsolved.

Missing persons have filed three reports.

And three drug dealers,

right over there from those housing projects.

- Thank you man, you know I just need a little something

to take the edge off, you know.

- Yeah.

- These thugs have been challenging the streets of Chicago.

Communities, they breathe these motherfuckers.

Fortunately, we're placed here to bring justice to America.

This is a war sergeant, fuck due process.

We're placed here, for law.

To take care of a matter, that's a fact.

There are times when we have to initiate a code

of terminating the problem where it exists.

- Hey!

- Hey!

- So we uh, skip the paperwork captain?

- No, we're gonna hold a lynching in Millennium Park,

and we'll invite the press.

We're police officers damn it.

Of course we're doing the fucking paper work.

What the fuck do you think?

- Freeze!

- Get them off my street.

[gun shot]

- Indeed sir.

[dog barking] - Hey, better him than you.

- Oh, but you see a gun on him?

- No.

- He's got no gun man.

Where the fuck is the gun?

- Don't fucking worry about that right now?

Call it in, call it in.

Jenny call it in.

- What the fuck am I going to call in?

We could shit on him dude. - Call it in.

Call it in.

It looked like he had a suspicious object in his hand.

Just fucking call it in.

[spraying]

- Hey mom.

- My boo.

You know, I used to call you boo when you was a baby.

- Yeah, I know ma.

What's this you putting together?

- Heaven, and all the elements of it.

- Looks like a little music.

- Yeah, it's okay.

I'm going to take this one, and put it over there

with the rest of this stuff that I drew.

- I see.

You got some good stuff down there.

- I call that one, innocent.

- [chuckles] innocent?

Ma, he in jail.

- Desperation breeds mistakes son.

Had his situation not been impoverished,

he would have done differently.

A good man influenced by negative surroundings.

Well how is the world for you son?

You find work?

- Yeah I got a little something.

Listen son.

I know what you're used to having.

Just know, that anything worth having, is worth working for.

He's graduating and going to Columbia.

Majoring in music.

- My little bro.

- You spoiled that boy so much before you went in.

Boy 13 years old, had to have everything.

Designer clothes, jackets, all the way down to his socks.

Boy, you messed this up for me.

[chuckles]

I have something I want to give you.

It hasn't been used in a while.

They didn't have these when you went in.

That portable computer.

It's a laptop.

- Really?

- I know you always used to like to write.

And you can get on that internet too.

Make life a lot easier son.

- I heard about that internet.

- Look son, I don't have money.

- Ma, you don't have to give me no money.

- Son you fresh out.

And I don't want you back over in them buildings.

I know my son.

- Ma I just left a place where I ain't have

no choice but to be humble.

You ain't got to worry about me going back to jail.

Things are going to be a little different.

- Well I'm here if you need me.

Me and momma.

Both love to have you around.

You been gone for so long.

- I promise you, things going to be different.

I love you ma.

- I love you too son.

[Inspiring music]

- [Voiceover] When you a fighter,

you never throw your hands up and surrender.

Fighters never turn they backs on they enemies.

They have the ability to look death in the face and say,

"I'm not going down, unless I go down as a fighter."

Fighters are resilient.

True fighters are brilliant.

Tell me, are you a fighter?

♪ And we born to fight

♪ Born to fight, to fight.

- Nigga this shit real.

All it took was two blow heads to drop dead.

My whole city looking for this shit.

♪ Born to fight, to fight.

♪ Out of nowhere it's struggling. ♪

♪ Just like a bullet from a sniper. ♪

♪ Instead of soaking left, we broke ♪

♪ and I picked up and put it all in this life. ♪

♪ We'll set tight, through the night. ♪

♪ Inspire in the middle of a storm. ♪

♪ Sitting next to the warm fire.♪

Like you would Short.

Remember?

Why don't you just take it?

Wipe my ass with cash.

♪ And I could never sugar coat my struggle ♪

♪ Always rep the way I need to. ♪

♪ Blood stains the man on the track. ♪

♪ Cover heart, but sees the bleed through. ♪

♪ For the homies I lost, say a prayer. ♪

♪ Victims torn from they life.

♪ Like a soldier, sworn to his women. ♪

♪ I would sacrifice it, sworn to the mic. ♪

♪ Sworn to the fight.

♪ Like a soldier in the field, from the morn to the night. ♪

♪ Ready for whoever, whenever, they'll never come money made ♪

♪ I was born for the fight.

And jump down with you man.

♪ So I fight, for what I feel is real. ♪

♪ It runs deep, with heavy beat in my heart. ♪

♪ This is my art.

♪ Back to the wall.

♪ I was born to fight.

[scrubbing]

- I see somebody like to keep they door open.

- Can I help, mister?

[chuckles]

- So how you doing?

- I finally got my moving papers.

- Moving papers?

- Section 8.

They demolishing more buildings.

Getting my kids as far away from the south side as possible.

How's work?

- Day labor.

They only call me when they need me.

- Look Marcus.

You don't have to feel,

stuck this way on one way road, back to the joint.

You're welcome to come with me on this move.

- What you mean by that?

- I mean, I have space.

Plus, opportunity to clean up my life, in a new area.

I don't care to go about it alone.

- I see you picked up a nice new trade in the joint.

May tag.

But now, I know my man wasn't

in there washing no nigga clothes.

Not gangsta Too Short.

- Once you finish I have...

Marcus I'll see you inside.

- Marcus.

Look man.

A little country bitch said a nigga got 150,000

stashed in his mattress down in Atlanta.

Tender dick ass nigga, fell in love with her head game.

Let the bitch know where he stayed and shit.

All we gotta do is get down to the 'A',

early morning at the cracker ass, tender dick ass nigga.

Put the bitch in a motherfucking Bentley,

a motherfucking slick ass Maserati.

Gave the bitch like 150,000.

- Nigga last time I did a sting with you,

I ain't see the world for seven years.

So you expect me to go on a dry ass robbing with you

all the way down in fucking Georgia?

Is you stupid?

- Look at me.

Your man's done told me that your Mexican buddy

is back on and operating.

This time, we rape they ass clean.

[sighs]

- So that's how you greet me man?

I dropped jewels on you, and you bringing me old shit?

So niggas had a sting go bad.

- Mother fuckers!

- Out of this car!

- Niggas did they time.

- If you see anything suspicious okay,

give me a phone call, and we won't make the grab.

You hear me?

- Cool.

- You should have made the call bro.

- You shouldn't have made the grab.

So what you gonna do?

You fucked up.

What, you gonna save this bitch?

Playing houses through some

throwback pussy from back in the day?

- I'ma do what I gotta do to stay free.

- Free?

Everything in my motherfucking world is free.

How many money orders did you get when you was in the joint?

Cause they ain't sent Trig shit.

What, that bitch sent you a kite?

I'm out here getting what's owed to the mob.

But weak niggas forget.

Getting blind sided by these thoughts.

Putting a hoe before a hustle.

Fucked around and get raped.

Shorty shit stain.

You, you, beat it.

Shorty shit stain.

I want you to meet Short the gangsta.

One of the thoroughest niggas from VC.

You respect this nigga.

He fucking your moms now.

So he like the closest thing you gonna have to a pops.

You hear me man?

Show him some Vulture City love.

Go on and catch up with your momma.

Well, I'ma let you go on and finish playing house.

You get as much of that starch out your ass as possible.

You hear me man?

And, fuck it just take it all.

Take the hoe to a real laundrymat.

Lord knows, she done bout had enough of being on her knees.

[shooting in video game]

[knocking]

- Hey Mario, you mind if I come in?

- You in ain't you?

- Okay man.

I ain't want to come in your crib

and not formally meet the man of the house.

Ay Mario... - Short, I know who you is.

You used to get money down here right?

- Huh, yeah that's true.

- My momma always talked about you.

You went from hustling weed to robbing the connect.

- Yeah I guess so.

- How much money you robbed the Mexican cartel for?

- About 200 grand.

- 200 rax?

Man I would have bought me a phantom,

a bad bitch, and started my record label.

[phone ringing]

Hold on Short.

Hello?

What's up my nigga?

I'm hollering at one of the guys right now.

I gotta hit you back.

You want to square some log?

- Man do your momma know you smoke and use foul language?

- Is you a snitch?

My momma don't come in my room.

And I ain't asked you to come in.

So if you came here to give me a doctor King speech,

because you free at last, I ain't listening.

- Man where's your school books?

- At school.

- Why you have a gun?

- Cause I ain't nothing nice.

[rap music]

- Sup nigga, you got skin? - What's happening?

- Better not be no green tea man.

- Man, you have my motherfucking money man.

- Alright man.

[speaking foreign language]

- Fuck shit man, go on and take it, take it.

- What's up big homes?

- What's happening boy, you good?

- Yeah yeah, everything good.

- Alright be careful boy, heads up, heads up.

- [Voiceover] Yeah?

- These bitch ass niggas getting too much money.

- Ay Marcus, I had you come up in the office because

things right about now is really slow.

I don't have a problem with your work.

I'ma have to let you go.

Maybe when things pick back up, I'll give you a call then.

Have you come back in.

[sighs]

- Alright man.

- Girl yeah we went to the club last night.

We had a ball too.

Bitch is you serious?

- Girl whatever.

You know they short out as usual,

as soon as the weather break.

- On yeah girl that ain't nothing new.

You already know how these hoes do.

- Bitch what's up with that

big nigga you was with last night?

Who the fuck is he?

Trying to be all up in my face.

- Well that's my new honey.

- Girl, please. Your baby daddy gonna beat your ass.

- Wow, I'ma bring a couple of my friends with me.

Is that okay?

- Yes he is, girl I see my boss coming.

I gotta go, I'll call you back.

Alright, bye.

- Girl he be doing too much.

- Yeah I see him coming up in here

with that tight ass shirt on.

- Girl shut the fuck up.

You know that motherfucker going to beat your ass.

And you don't need to be up in the club looking like that.

Like you was looking like a little skeezy ass slut.

- No, I'm a Christian, so you know.

We had to keep it together.

- Yeah right.

Christian my ass.

- Spencer's here!

- [Stylists] Hello Spencer.

- Appointments.

Get my bag off the floor please.

Girl your ass, those jeans, wow.

Good morning!

- [Stylists] Good morning.

- This is the day that the lord has made.

Let us rejoice and be glad in it people.

[everyone clapping]

Yes.

Now ladies, your work is a direct reflection of you.

With that being said, quality work.

- [Stylists] Quality status.

- [Spencer] Fly work.

- [Stylists] Fly status. - How you doing?

Y'all take walk ins?

- Shitty work.

- [Stylists] Shitty status. - Our master stylist

can take you right now.

- Cause if it ain't tight.

- [Stylists] It ain't right.

- Man you ain't got no woman?

Like a female or something to style me.

- He the only one that specialized in locks.

He's one of the best.

[sirens]

- Okay, where you from?

Who you know, who your peeps?

Which way your baby momma sent you in here?

- Just got out the joint.

- Oh.

- Been around, but I'm from around here.

- Oh okay, you know all those big strong men, huh?

What's up?

You got a lover?

- Man I got a lady man.

- Oh, okay.

My fault my dude.

Excuse me gym shoe.

The bible says, when a man takes a woman it is a good thing.

I wouldn't know nothing about that, but the book don't lie.

You ain't got to be ashamed about where you been.

Where you come from or where you going.

Diving intervention brought you around here,

to Spencer's place.

Just don't do the same shit

that sent you down the first time okay.

The question is, what you gonna do to stay free this time?

- I'm trying to find work.

Y'all don't need no clean up person around here?

- [Voiceover] You know how to shampoo?

- Possibly.

- You got the wrong motherfucker.

They gave me a bitch, don't even know how to shampoo.

Who else in here know how to shampoo?

- I do need somebody.

To shampoo.

Relax sexual chocolate.

Everybody around here don't want you.

- Whoo.

What your name baby?

- Marcus.

- Mm, Marcus, Marcus, Marcus.

Whoo.

You make me want to scream my name.

This like sex ed for all of us.

[eerie music]

[sputtering]

[screaming]

- Ay, ay what the fuck man?

Hey Trig man, why y'all doing this?

What the fuck man?

- Fuck you think?

- Trig Man, why y'all doing this shit to my crib man?

- So Luther your favorite singer huh?

- Luther?

Man I don't know no motherfucking Luther man.

Ay watch that motherfucking flame man.

- Word is, you dodged the precinct

humming melodies like a motherfucker.

- Man, come on man.

I'll tell on my momma before I tell on you G.

- Tell us why the law kicking in everybody's door,

since I saw your fat doughnut eating ass

wobble out the precinct.

Huh nigga?

Man I wasn't the only motherfucker

at the precinct that day man.

That little Bow-wow looking motherfucker

was down there too man.

Crying for his mom and shit.

I'm innocent G.

If I tell on you, it be like telling on my goddamn self man.

I'm that nigga that makes you happy.

I'm that nigga that gets you all y'all artillery man.

I don't know why y'all let that little Bow-wow

looking motherfucker hit lip with y'all no way.

I told you he was going to crack man.

I told you.

- Let me find out you trying to pull the old

sign me the bullshit over on Trigger.

You won't even have to worry about your broad right here.

I'ma make sure they find you with

your own dick in your mouth.

You understand?

- Yeah man.

[gasping]

[yelling]

- Bitch!

What you trying to do?

Trying to have a barbecue around this motherfucker?

- What we going to do about little dude?

- KO, handle that.

- Indeed.

- So what you finna get baby?

You finna get a 27 piece of sew in or something?

- Nigga whatever you pay for.

Man whatever you get man, I'ma get that shit too

if it ain't gonna do nothing but take me home and fuck it up.

- You will.

- Man look at this nigga Short man.

What the fuck is he back there doing?

[laughing]

- Hell naw.

- What's up man? - Come on man.

- Damn, G what the fuck is you in here doing?

- It's called work nigga.

Short, you a motherfucking beautician man.

- I'm a shampoo assistant. - Really?

What the fuck is a shampoo assistant?

You in here working with Priss?

Oh no, no.

G, man what the fuck they do to you in the joint, G?

- Man what the fuck you mean, man they ain't do shit to me.

- Alright, alright. - What the fuck you mean man?

- Just don't take my booty, you don't take my booty.

- Get the fuck off of me man.

- Damn G, hold on G.

- Knock your ass out nigga. - Be cool Short.

Be cool homie.

- Can't hit the block and hustle like you normal OB.

- Short, you my man G.

You ain't never got to get out on no block and hustle man.

I got you.

I remember you fed the whole land once upon a time.

- Where was the whole land when I was in that gym though?

You ain't send no "All is well" card.

- You know how that shit go man.

- Yeah I know.

Out of sight, out of mind. - Out of sight, out of mind.

- I know, but what happened to death before dishonor?

One hand wash the other, both hands wash the face.

What happened to that?

- That's what I'm trying to tell you Short.

Now I'm on that now G.

But your hands in there washing fucking heads.

- Shit man, I ain't got to worry about going back to jail,

I bet you that.

- You know what, G you right.

It's all good, you still a real nigga.

- Man I don't want to hear that.

- You'll be back down homie.

Before you go back in man, let me tip you, for shampooing.

Here man.

- Fuck you nigga.

[sighs]

- Don't want no money man.

Hey Rosetti come in.

- Make sure they get the jardinero gallo.

- I told them man.

- This isn't even hot.

Did you get this from a Jew Town Polish thing?

- I barely tasted them.

- I fucking hate Jew Town Polish and,

you this is not a real hero fuckin-

Look at this.

Look at this, there's no koperkowa.

- There's no fucking meat in here.

- There's no meat in here.

- Two slices. - Some bullshit.

- [Voiceover] I just seen Carothers going

in Teazze's Salon on 60, 30 Cottage Grove.

That's 6355, Cottage Grove.

I need you over here now.

- Marcus, what you didn't know is, when I hired you,

it was basically a temporary basis

to see how things would work out.

- Okay thanks.

- Um, the ladies seem to really like you,

and I'm kind of impressed with your work.

I'm shocked actually.

- [Rosetti] Ladies and gentlemen,

don't be alarmed. - So what I wanted to do is...

- I'm sergeant Rosetti, second district police.

About face mister Carothers.

- About face?

- About face mister Carothers. [customers protesting]

Get back, get back.

- Don't worry about the charge, step back.

- Ah shit, ah.

[loud arguing]

- [Marcus] Ow, fuck man.

I ain't did shit man.

Come on man.

Come on man what the fuck man?

- Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah?

You want to go too?

Y'all want to go too?

Y'all want to go too?

- I wanted you to be a hole in the grave

by the time you hit the streets.

- Sorry to disappoint you.

- No disappointment taken.

I like the thought of

life without the possibility of parole.

You know, lethal injections.

Shit that actually compensates you

for the crimes you commit.

- Well what about you?

Rosetti right?

- Sergeant Rosetti.

- Oh, sergeant Rosetti.

So sending me and my rappies to the joint

got you a little promotion huh?

What about the crimes you committed?

Lying under oath.

How many young black boys you send to the joint,

form no substantial evidence?

Dope cases you handed to the wrong teenager,

from personal vendetta.

Or exaggeration of police reports to gain a conviction.

- We do the necessary.

But see, I'm not the one on trial here mister Carothers.

- Can't have no trial with no grounds

of arresting me Rosetti.

- Is that right?

Says right here in your parole conditions,

that you're not permitted to to hang

with or around known felons.

We have suspicion to believe that you're linked

with a known heroin runner, Michael Morgan.

Piece of shit.

And spending time in areas of the housing projects.

But your section 8 ass already knows that,

that's government property.

And that's also a violation of your parole.

But my own suspicion even goes deeper.

That you and your nigga Trigger,

are linked to a series of robberies on the south side.

Now maybe, just maybe I'm not precise on all these accounts.

But see, one out of three, that's not so bad.

Because that's all I need to stick your dread headed ass

back into the box, with the rest of those

dick loving convicts in Stateville.

- With all due respect, sergeant,

I ain't spend eight years in the box to come home

and add another bonus to your pay check,

or cause more detriment upon

my community for personal gain, na.

It's plenty you can arrest for that.

You can take Marcus Carothers off of your shit list

of dumb niggas that make your job easy.

Cause God knows, if I was re-affiliated with my rappies,

you wouldn't find me in no salon.

You have to earn that paycheck.

Charge me or let me go back to work.

- Oh my gosh, Marcus, you okay?

- You alright?

What happened?

[women consoling Marcus]

- Marcus!

What type of shit you wrapped up in here?

Excuse me lord.

What type of criminal activity are you engaging in,

that's brought the detective into my establishment?

- I've been walking straight.

- Apparently not.

What you, some type of killer?

- That's no longer my life.

- Maybe I should have did a background check on your ass.

- Look, you gave me a chance that

ain't nobody gave me out here.

Being an ex con, trying to find employment

is like the hardest shit ever.

I'm just trying to make a living for myself.

Just trying to make a living.

- It's not about making a living, it's about making choices.

If you make the right choices, the living comes.

You either going to love the streets, or love yourself.

But I promise you this, you can't do both.

So I ask you, what choices is Marcus going to make?

- It's not a lot of opportunities

out here for ex cons like me.

- I can do this without you.

I can't do that for you.

It's your choices.

Figure out what you going to do Marcus.

Because when the day ends and the sun sets,

love you like a little brother,

I'm not gonna lose mine, fucking with you.

- I choose life, I choose living.

I choose being productive and being free.

So you don't have to worry about CPD

or no other law enforcement coming

into your establishment, looking for me, ever again.

- Guess what, I wasn't worried anyways.

[slow music]

♪ Lonely highway,

♪ Just you and me girl, against the world. ♪

♪ And it won't be easy, oh no.

♪ It's gonna be a bumpy road.

♪ It's okay bae.

♪ Go on, go on lay your head on my pillow. ♪

♪ You hold the key, the key to my heart. ♪

♪ No more sorrow.

♪ How do you want it, how do you need it? ♪

♪ Tell me you feel it.

♪ I am your music.

♪ How do you want it, how do you need it? ♪

♪ Tell me you feel it.

♪ I am your music.

♪ Sweet melancholy How do you want it, ♪

♪ how do you need it?

♪ Tell me you feel it.

♪ I am your music.

♪ How do you want it, how do you need it? ♪

♪ Tell me you feel it.

♪ I am your music.

♪ Sweet melancholy.

- Is this my room mommy?

- Yes it is babe.

[slow guitar solo]

[Voiceover] This was my home away from home.

This became a new beginning of me...

To be delivered from dark circumstances...

From fatal situations.

I had learned to gain appreciation for life.

This was common ground.

I had never known much about experiencing family.

But this...became family.

This...became purpose.

This was destiny.

And if it was love that brought us here,

then I have absolutely no regrets.

So much for being a changed man was in play.

From wanting to find better for myself,

to wanting to make it in this place called society.

I had become more appreciative for all that I have,

to turning a negative into a positive.

And even more willing to find better ways to give,

[R&B music ♪]

Nobody expects for you to make it for a person that's done you wrong.

But sometimes you have to see the big picture.

Sometimes it's just not about you.

Sometimes it's all about what you can do for the other person.

Blessings come in so many shapes, forms and sizes.

Sometimes it comes as people.

Sometimes it's opportunity.

- If I give you a hammer,

and you don't build shit with it, it ain't on me.

This was my past...

that had became my present.

And now my future.

[song fades out ♪]

- The game cold, but it's fair.

- True shit.

- Niggas on the block bitching about

how much money they not making.

- Man I don't talk, man we don't owe nobody shit.

- But you know how it go.

- They gonna go start tricking.

They trying to sting you G.

Need you start bouncing more pistols.

[phone vibrating]

- Man I just bought grenades.

What up?

- Moneybag.

- What up fool, fool?

- Cash King.

- Vulture City's finest.

- Long time no reach.

- Man you know what it is, making moves.

- Yeah I see.

I flagged you down the other day on Wallbadge.

But you kept rolling on me man.

[eerie sound]

- Yeah but you know how it goes when you making moves.

- No doubt, no doubt.

Now, I hear you got that dope land doing numbers.

- Yeah, and a bunch of little hitters that don't even play.

- Yeah, I got a few of then too man.

Yeah, look.

We hosting a charity even right.

And now nigga, since you getting all the money in VC,

you wouldn't mind tossing a few Bens this way.

Yeah, if they want some we might.

- Man, not even at gun point.

You gonna have to come and get it, gangsta.

- That's usually my next move.

- Trigger, bitch ass, talking about charity.

[chuckles]

Man who the fuck died and left this nigga chief?

I swear to God man.

- Let me tell you something.

And I'm only telling you this because I got love for you.

Watch that nigga Trigger.

He think he in the military.

Wearing bullet proof vests,

kidnapping niggas mommas and shit.

You gotta hit that nigga where it hurt.

[guns firing]

To be aware,

[gun shot]

is to be alive.

- Sure.

- Baby girl.

What's wrong, what's the matter?

What's up?

- I don't know. [sniffling]

You're always at work,

and I'm left here all day alone with the kids.

I don't got no life.

- Bae, you do have a life.

You a wife, a beautiful wife.

And a mommy.

All I do is what a man's supposed to do baby,

and that's hold down his fam.

Thing's going to get more relaxed okay?

Ooh, you gonna have to read the script bae.

It's finally finished, it's off the chain.

Look bae, I can bring you life, jewels bae.

Or I can be like the rest of these losers out here.

I make better decisions now cause I'm a man.

I believe in family.

Unlike most people we know, I actually care about my lady.

You ain't never got to worry about me

leading you down a dark alley.

I'm here, I ain't going nowhere okay?

We going to be better, okay?

[kiss]

Alright?

- You know, it was brought to my attention some time ago,

that we live by a creed.

Death before dishonor.

Determination and discipline.

Ain't no big I's and little you's in this.

Ain't no niggas, no niggas eating while the chairman

and the board members in the joint starving.

I don't know what the fuck they thought.

This Vulture City.

- Get on the lay down.

- [Trigger] Let the streets hear this shit.

We coming, and we ain't going nowhere.

This our shit.

[gangsters agreeing]

This what the fuck we do.

- We got to, my nigga.

- I gotta eat.

You niggas gotta eat?

[gangsters agreeing]

That's what, alright.

So y'all know what the fuck we going to do then.

No mercy, no prisoners, straight war.

All casualties.

Let em all know, we the fuck coming, and we ain't backing up!

- [Voiceover] Vulture City.

[gangsters chanting, Vulture City]

- That's what the fuck I'm talking about man.

Now let's go get these niggas.

[mellow music ♪]