Dark Summer (2025) Movie Script

1
[pensive music]
And I know you look good
but I'm dripping sauce
Hey, you know
how we drip it
-You know how we drip it
-We drip
Codeine what we sipping
You know how we sipping
Diamonds on my women
diamonds on my children
Y'all watching my bracelet
That's a quarter million
She don't like to listen
Baby so resilient
Plus, she know I'm cunning
She know that I'm brilliant
My bankroll 100
but that's just
some little shit
I spend that on Backwoods
I spend that
on little shit...
Hey, big homie.
Big homie.
Hey, big homie, do me a favor.
Get me a 40 from out the store.
Hey, y'all niggas drinking?
Fuck it, get me two.
[tense music]
Yeah, man, I got you.
Lil Dead-O, my nigga,
what's blazing, block?
You know what it is.
Just trying to eat, my nigga.
Yo, who that nigga
you was talking to?
Who, him?
Just some old nigga getting
us something to drink.
When he come back out
with that bag...
...y'all just walk off.
What?
Bump that, bro. You wildin'.
He ain't got no money.
Look at the shit
he drove up in here with.
Hey, what the fuck
is that nigga doing over here?
Shawty wanna bump my music
Shawty wanna bump my music
Shawty wanna bump my music
Shawty wanna bump my music
I ride around
with a bad broad
Got good brain, gone use it
100 grand baby an avatar
A whole rack ain't diluted
Shawty wanna bump my music...
I'ma call OG Mike, tell him
nigga Donte back over here.
Yeah, I bet you
Amanda up in that hoe
with that nigga right now.
Mike gonna kill that nigga
for fucking
with his little sister.
Hey, hang up the phone, Chris.
I'll handle it.
Shawty wanna
bump my music...
A'ight.
Shawty wanna bump my music
I ride my own wave
I don't feel them at all
You got too many feelings
Don't get them involved...
Damn, girl. [chuckles]
You bitches want
something out the store?
Some chips or something?
No, nigga, just get some blunts.
And some watermelon
Sour Patch Kids too.
And who you calling bitches?
Man, y'all been calling
each other bitches
all motherfucking day.
Like, "Bitch,
I know you didn't."
"Bitch, you know what?"
"Bitch, pass me that."
That's different.
That's my bitch.
-You hoes is crazy.
-[chuckles]
That's more like it, nigga.
Girl, make that nigga
get us something to eat too.
Oh, bitch, you know
we getting something to eat,
'cause he think
he gonna get some pussy.
[both]
Not!
[both laughing]
Think he gonna
get some free pussy?
[both]
No.
-[laughing]
-Not at all.
[tense music]
[Tina]
Yeah, I want something.
Some blunts.
[laughing]
Ew, nigga, what the fuck?
Back the fuck up.
Bro, what the fuck?
That nigga's a fucking weirdo.
Who does that type of shit?
[indistinct]
[scoffs]
Hey, get your bitch ass
up outta here
before we end up taking this
old busted-ass motherfucker.
-Weird ass shit.
-[Amanda]
What the fuck was that?
That was weird as fuck.
[door slams]
What's happening, homie?
Where you from?
Nigga, I'm from everywhere.
Now, what I suggest is you get
your young ass on somewhere
before you get hurt.
Can you believe
this young-ass nigga
trying to check me?
[women screaming]
[suspenseful music]
[Jarvis sighs heavily]
Um...
...I... [sighs] I ain't going.
[tense music]
[scoffs] What you mean?
What you mean?
You, you, you talked
about this all junior high.
What are you saying
to me, Jarvis?
I don't understand.
Uh, you know,
if your father was here--
But he's not.
So...
[sighs]
Give me the damn letter.
[sighs]
-School can wait, Mama.
-The hell it can.
I'm young, I can go anytime.
What's wrong with me
with just helping
to pay some bills now,
then just going later?
"You have been accepted."
Jarvis, you got in.
Why would you keep this from me?
You made me a promise, Jarvis.
Jarvis.
[sighs] Look at me.
You need to keep your promise.
I told you if you get in,
I'll find a way to pay for it.
I can go after I...
I mean,
I mean, later. [sniffles]
[sighs]
You mean after I'm gone?
No, Mama,
I didn't mean it like--
After all
the insurance companies
done drained every last penny
out of my savings?
Then what?
How can I help you then?
You need the money, Mama.
How, how you gonna pay
for treatments? [sniffles]
[inhales deeply]
[sighs]
I'm not.
[Jarvis sighs]
[somber music]
[breathes shakily]
You're gonna be
a brilliant bioengineer.
And you're gonna create medicine
that is gonna save
millions of lives.
-[sighs]
-I couldn't think
of any better way
to spend that money than that.
-[sniffles]
-Hold your head up.
Sometimes life tests us.
Not to show us how weak we are,
but to show us
how strong we are.
Now, you wipe them
damn tears off your face...
...and you get your ass
back out there
and you get back to work.
And go get me
some of Miss Shelly's
banana pudding pie.
[chuckles]
Don't be afraid of the dark
Be careful with stars
Not every light
is gonna guide you, baby
Don't let 'em rain
on your spark
Keep it close to your heart
All of the pressure's
gonna drive you crazy
Close your eyes
to the madness
In the morning
it's all gonna vanish
Don't be afraid of the dark
Be careful with stars
Not every light
is gonna guide you
Not every light
is gonna guide you
Yeah, when I blow up
I'ma soar high
like Peter Pan...
[horn honking]
Look at your punk ass,
all scared and shit. [laughs]
You like my new shit?
This motherfucker brand new,
nigga. [laughs]
I'm about to put
some bang in here,
some 30-inch rims,
and tint this motherfucker
out, bro! [laughing]
You know how many
bitches I'ma get?
And I'ma fuck them
all back there too.
Tre, Tre,
look at the time, bro.
-I mean...
-Bro, fuck Mrs. Shelly.
A'ight? And, and fuck
the Soul Food Kitchen too.
Oh, my God.
Man, bro,
I-- I'm trying to get money
and blow up, a'ight?
I ain't got all them schools
trying to recruit me
to come there like you do.
-[Jarvis sighs]
-[scoffs]
I gotta get it out the mud, bro.
As a matter of fact,
you heard my new shit?
Oh, Jarvis. Oh, shit.
-Yeah, nigga
-Let's go
Yeah, they call me Tre Day
I'm all about my pay day
No, I am not Mike Epps
but I do this every day, day
I pull up with the AK
But I just call her Kay-Kay
'Cause she a bad bitch
She got a switch
and she don't play, play
I pull up on the block
You read the ops
They hollering mayday
They say no one can trust me
but nobody care what they say
'Cause little do they know
that nigga Tre
is really cray, cray
'Cause little do they know
that nigga Tre
is really cray, cray...
[song fades]
Hey, Jarvis,
be real with me, bro.
My new shit was good, wasn't it?
Tre, I don't, I don't got time
for your SoundCloud rap, okay?
Yeah, you know how it was, bro.
Come on, now,
you know that shit was eating.
[bell dinging]
[talking indistinctly]
It got a little longer
so it seems
I burned out
so to speak...
-[whooshes]
-[mop clatters]
Welcome to Heavenly Choices,
where the food's so good
it make you wanna slap Jesus.
Not Jesus.
How can I, uh...
How can I help you?
[Michelle]
Mm...
[Michelle chewing gum]
I don't know what I want.
You know what you want?
Nah.
Shit, I'm so damn hungry.
Everything look good.
[smacks lips] Yes, it does.
Uh, excuse!
-Nigga, our eyes are up here.
-Oh, my, my bad.
I, I got something in my eye.
[chuckles]
Yeah, a bunch of titties.
You know what,
I should tell your manager
you out here
molesting the customers
with your eyeballs.
Okay, first off, fuck this job.
This shit just a front
'til my music career
blow up, a'ight?
-[laughs]
-And secondly,
I was just gonna say
whatever you want, it's on me.
Why you tripping, girl?
-So, you got it like that?
-Hell yeah, I got it like that.
I told y'all this shit
just temporary.
Jarvis?
Boy, I didn't know
you worked here.
[Jarvis stutters]
Uh, hey, Keke.
Girl, if it wasn't for him,
I wouldn't have
graduated high school.
He tutored damn near
the whole senior class.
Mm. So, you smart, smart.
I'm smart, smart too.
Yeah, I'm super smart.
You know what I'm saying?
You know, I, I be reading them
big-ass books and shit.
You know,
I'm talking, like, 100...
Two-hundred...
Uh, 1000.
1000 to 2000 pages, yeah.
What the fuck you be reading,
nigga? The Bible?
[bell dinging]
[tense music]
What the fuck
is taking y'all so long?
Damn, Mike, I'm coming.
This nigga was finna give us
some free food. Right?
[bell dinging]
Thank you.
[snaps fingers, exhales]
Mm.
Let me get
some cornbread, bro.
Uh, there's some cornbread
in there with the plate, bro.
Bitch, I ain't ask you that.
Give me some more cornbread.
Don't get fucked up up in here.
[tense music continues]
[Tre]
I don't know who the fuck
he think he is, bro.
Coming in here,
talking to me like that.
Like I'm some kind of
bitch-ass nigga or something.
Don't sweat it, Tre.
Her brother is a gang member,
a violent gang member.
You did the right thing, bro.
Just let it go.
No. No, I ain't
do the right thing.
'Cause fuck her brother
and them Goon Squad ass niggas.
You know what, next time,
I'ma bring a gun
in this motherfucker,
and you know I can get one too.
And shoot that motherfucker
in his motherfucking mouth
in front of everybody
for talking that shit.
You know what,
I may even shoot them
bitches too for laughing.
Wait, nah, nah, nah. Not that
one bitch you was talking to.
She was cool,
but I'd definitely
shoot that other bitch.
You know what,
I may just kill any motherfucker
that piss me off.
'Cause I'm the motherfucker
that them motherfuckers
need to worry about,
not them bitch-ass niggas!
Mm-mm. Oh, hell no!
Y'all gots to go. Fuck that.
I can't take this shit no more.
You're late every goddamn day,
you're running off
my good customers
'cause you're smelling
like weed,
and, and you're wearing
your pants damn near
half around your ankles,
and your ass is all out.
Now y'all talking
about killing folk?
Uh-uh. Fuck that.
Y'all gots to go.
Come on, Mrs. Shelly.
Come on, Miss Shelly, my ass.
Y'all is fired.
Y'all gotta go.
Fired? What did I do?
Well, since you seem
to enjoy being with him so much,
I'd just hate
to split you up, baby.
So, y'all two go and put
my caps on the counter.
Go on now!
Nah, fuck that!
I'm keeping this shit!
[bell dinging]
Anthony
Oh
Yeah
They tell me I'm too sharp
I should exchange game
Let me tell you, I got more
to tell these people, man
They tell me I'm too sharp
I should exchange game
This ain't the first time
I talked to y'all about shit
-They tell me I'm too sharp
I should exchange game
-Exchange game
But my lyrics
how I'm feeling
got be singing in pain
I played it cool
when niggas changed
I remained the same
And life just keep
them running back
You know it come with that
I gotta be built for it
Head over cliff for it
Fall down, keep going...
I'm a fuck up, Jarvis.
Everything I touch
turns to shit.
I wish I was smart
like you, bro.
You're smart, Tre...
...in your own way.
I'm sure you're gonna
find another job, bro.
You hated working there anyway.
Bro, this my dad car.
I ain't got shit.
Yeah, I knew.
But it's okay, bro.
At least you got a car.
Bro, stop talking
like you give a fuck.
You're gonna be going off
to college after this summer.
And you ain't gonna remember
half the motherfuckers
around here.
[somber music]
[Jarvis sighs]
-I ain't going.
-Man, stop bullshitting.
-Look, you ain't gotta try--
-I'm watching my mama die.
Like...
...right in front of me, bro.
Life's a bitch, bro.
If I could fight that hoe,
I'd whoop that hoe ass,
for you and for me.
Yeah, but she...
...she's four billion and zero.
She don't ever lose, bro.
She gave me money for school
instead of paying
for her, um, chemo treatments.
Damn, bro.
What you gonna do?
I'ma... get another job
and take care of the bills
and help pay for her treatments
for as long as it takes.
Fuck school.
Hey, Jarvis.
I know what you can do.
Fuck no. There is no way.
Hear me out.
I'm telling you, it'll work.
Look... you wanna stay here
with your mom's until...
...you know,
and by then all of her savings
will be used up
on her treatments, right?
But, look, if you had another
50K coming in every month,
you can still go to school
and your mom can continue
to get the treatments
for as long as she needs to.
Bro, she gave you 50K.
We can put that
into a 100K in a week!
I know where we can
get the work, and my cousins,
they'll buy it all
just like that.
[Tre sighs]
-I'm not trying
to be a drug dealer, Tre.
-[sighs]
You are not gonna be
a drug dealer, a'ight?
I'll move it for you.
Just give me a week, bro.
You're not a drug dealer
either, so...
O-- okay. Neither was Scarface
before he met Frank, right?
Or, or Boston George before
he got his first pound of weed.
Listen, bro.
This right here is the solutions
to all of your problems.
Look... you got 50K.
Weed takes too long to move,
and pills are too hard
to come by, a'ight?
But cocaine?
Bro, we live in a cocaine city.
Houston is close to Mexico,
so it's really easy
to get super-low numbers
on pure, white Colombiano.
I don't know, bro.
Plus, where would I tell my mom
all this money's coming from?
Uh... crypto.
-Oh, my God.
-Say you got an inside tip
from them white boys
you follow on YouTube
and you invested
the 50K in a cryptocurrency
that blew up
and is still blowing up,
which explains the new money
coming in every month.
I don't know, bro.
There's a lot that can go wrong.
But I do know.
There's a lot
that can go right too.
-[cutlery clatters]
-Yeah.
Whatever.
[sighs]
[pensive music]
[sighs]
You always take such good care
of your mama.
[groans]
I had a dream last night
that I won the Lotto...
...and we paid off
all them bills.
I even bought you a new car.
And then I woke up...
...and the money was gone.
What a cruel thing the mind is.
Uh... did you take
your pills yet?
I know you needed to eat first.
Um...
No... I didn't take my pills.
[rattling]
Here you go.
[glass shattering]
Who in my house?
Uh...
[sighs] Uh, Tre.
[sighs]
Get that boy out of here
before he burn my house down.
Let me tell you
something, Jarvis.
You be careful
about hanging out
with people like him.
His baggage
becomes your baggage.
Do you understand me?
[bag rustling]
[glass shards clattering]
-My bad, bro.
-[sighs]
It slipped.
You gotta go, bro.
Holding your breath still
You jump if I will
Just sit and wait
'til you see me fly
You know they'll never
catch me for it
See me fly
The way I put my finger on it
-See me fly
-You got it?
Then try to tell me
you got the wrong guy
-See me fly
-You know they'll never
catch me for it
-See me fly
-The way I put
my finger on it
-See me fly
-You got it?
Then try to tell me
you got the wrong guy
So, how would we do it?
My nigga.
Okay, Jarvis. [laughs]
Let's go!
Oh, shit, we finna
get this money. [chuckles]
-Okay.
-[keys jangling]
[Tre laughing]
Back to driving old Lucy, huh?
Yeah, you're gonna
get a lot of pussy in here.
Fuck you, Jarvis.
Flipping, flipping drop
with invisible tops
I'm flipping drop
with invisible tops
Ho, hoes bop
when my drop step out...
Think you funny and shit.
I'm flipping drop
with invisible tops
Ho, ho, hoes bop
when my drop step out
I'm flipping drop
with invisible
Flipping, flipping drop
with invisible tops
Flipping drop
with invisible tops
Hoes bop
when my drop step out
I'm flipping drop
with invisible tops
Flipping drop
with invisible tops
Flipping drop
with invisible tops
Ho, ho, hoes bop
when my drop step out
I'm flipping drop
with invisible tops
You see the hoes bopping
when a nigga step out
What you niggas know about
the motherfucking south?
You don't now shit
Better shut your mouth
I'm an OG chief
I step out clean
'84's when a nigga
wanna rep your city
Ancestors always
on that lean
It's Hydro and Meclizine
You know it's me
I stay trill
You other motherfuckers
ain't keep it real
Y'all rappers out here
wanna beat my skill
But y'all punch lines
ain't the real deal
Joke rappers...
[tense music]
You got it?
Let me see.
Bro. [sighs]
Yo.
Yo, bro, this the most money
I seen at one time
all in one place.
Yo, imagine we making
this kind of money every week.
But we're not, so...
We gotta be real careful, bro.
Make sure we do this right.
Right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
For sure. For sure.
-I got you.
-[keys jangling]
Whoo! Let's go, bro!
Ho, ho, hoes bop
when my drop step out
I'm flipping drop
with invisible
Flipping, flipping drop
with invisible tops
Flipping drop
with invisible tops
Ho, hoes bop
When my drop step out
I'm flipping drop
With invisible
Flipping, flipping drop
For the hoes
Hey, hey, nigga
Invisible tops
when the nigga tip hot
Can't fuck with that
We are the top
You brought the slop
I fuck with these
Don't fuck with cops...
This is your fucking plan?
Just chill, bro.
Everybody know Tire Shop
is a front for the cartel.
I know the dude
when I see the dude.
I can't believe you got me
out here with this shit.
-Bro, this--
-Oh, that-- Hey, hey.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
That's him.
[suspenseful music]
[cocks gun]
Y'all better take that
fuck shit down the road.
No, no, no, no, no.
Hey, hey,
we ain't on no fuck shit.
Uh, we-- we're looking
for a business partner.
And, uh, it looks like you know,
uh, good business.
Man, this some YouTube shit?
Y'all out here
pranking motherfuckers.
Man, get your ass
away from my vehicle
before you both go viral
for getting your head blown off.
[tense music]
I'm trying to get on, OG.
Thought maybe you'd want
to help us.
Y'all little niggas the laws?
[both]
No, sir.
Put your hands down.
Put your motherfucking
hands down.
Y'all out here looking like
y'all getting robbed and shit.
Fuck y'all want to get?
Two kilos.
-We got 50 Gs right here.
-[Jarvis] Tre.
I'm sorry, sir,
my friend said he knew you,
and it's obvious
he doesn't know you,
so, so I, I apologize.
Nah, nah, nah.
Wait, wait, wait.
You got the right guy.
I mean, now that I look at him,
the motherfucker
do look kind of familiar.
Look, if y'all serious...
...come to this address...
about ten o'clock.
Don't be on no fuck shit.
You hear me?
Bet.
Now get your ass
out this parking lot,
and don't show nobody else
that money.
Remember, no fuck shit.
Get the fuck outta here.
[ominous music]
Hey, let me do
all the talking, bro.
I know how
these niggas negotiate.
I seen my cousin
do it all the time.
I don't know, Tre.
Maybe we need
to keep looking, bro.
I mean... [sighs]
this place looks sketchy.
Man, bring your scary ass on.
Look, we need to get this work
so we can get to work.
Now, how long
before admissions is over?
-Like... two weeks.
-Exactly.
And do you wanna waste time
looking for a new plug
or do you wanna start
bagging product tonight?
[sighs] Look, bro,
if you scared,
you can wait in the car.
But I know my little bro
need this money,
and I know my little bro mama
need this money too.
[exhales]
[ominous music continues]
[mouthing]
[sinister music]
'Sup, little niggas?
A'ight, nigga...
where the money at?
Oh, uh, I got it right here.
How much you got in there?
Oh, this is about--
How much is the coke?
[tense music]
See, you, you's a motherfucker.
I like you.
Got a little gangster
in you, don't you?
Y'all say
y'all wanted two bricks?
[Tre exhales]
Y'all do coke?
I can cut it open for you,
let you take a bump.
Uh, nah, nah, nah, nah.
That's cool.
But, uh, why they look gray?
Are you serious?
That's the plastic
it's wrapped in.
The white on the inside,
little dumb nigga.
Oh, nah, I, I knew that.
You know, I'm just used to
seeing it with the plastic
already taken off, that's all.
We good. We good.
So, what's the total?
Hey, man, look,
we got 50 Gs right here.
-That should cover it, huh?
-Tre.
What?
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, that'll work.
I like y'all.
I fuck with y'all.
Especially that
little nigga there.
He remind me of me
when I was little.
Always thinking about the money.
Let's go, bro.
Come on, Jarvis.
Come on.
[laughing]
Whoo! [laughs]
You believe me now?
I told you I know the streets
and how shit go down.
Man... [sighs] just drive.
Nah. Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
Nah, fuck that. Fuck that. Nah.
We ain't going nowhere
'til you say,
"Tre, you know the streets."
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
Fuck that. Fuck that.
Actually, say, "Tre,
you is a street nigga."
Bro, I swear to God,
you're trippin'.
-You're only doing
this to yourself, bro.
-[sighs]
It's a simple request.
Tre... you is a street nigga.
Damn.
I ain't know
it was gonna sound like that.
I'm on your nigga's home
Fifth Ward
and Trinity Gardens
Got killers in Fourth Ward
Third Ward, they love me too
Let's go to Sunny Side
South Park, what it do
Southwest mostly got food
That's what
I'm about to get...
I'm so cocky
but don't mind me...
[music stops]
[keys jangle]
[exhales]
Hey. Before we go in there,
don't touch shit,
don't ask for shit,
and don't be here
yelling and talking loud.
We're gonna weigh it
and bag it and get the fuck out
of my mama's house.
Well, look at you.
Talking like a kingpin and shit.
I'm serious, bro.
All right, I'm cool. I'm cool.
La, la, la, la, la
I perfect
-La, la, la, la, la
-Baby
Why you mad?
Yeah...
Damn, bro.
I kind of borrowed this
from the chemistry lab
and forgot to take it back.
Nigga, you stole it.
I didn't steal it.
Well, I mean...
Baby can't sleep over
She gotta wait
'Cause I'm eating...
Man, fuck it. I stole it, okay?
[Tre laughs]
Ref don't
ref don't hear me
Love me
Don't ever get stepped on
-Trying to get riddance
-Uh-huh-huh
Heard you
Better watch your tone...
Whoa, wait!
Move aside.
It's time for the professional
to step in.
-[Tre exhales]
-...put in an order
I love you
I told her I love her
She fucked up with me
Was I wrong
for fucking her sister?
My cousin the one
she was loving
When I was in jail
locked down
Hurt me bad, now I see it
My passion is music
I'm only deeply in love
It took me a season
The hunnies say
nothing was better
Than music and munchies...
[exhales]
[Tre sighs]
They say if it's pure,
it's supposed
to make your mouth numb.
[smacking lips]
[suspenseful music]
Hm.
So, is it good?
Hm.
Well, it's not making
my mouth numb.
Maybe it takes a second.
[sighs]
[suspenseful music building]
[dramatic music]
Th-- this is flour.
-What?
-[breathing heavily]
No. [chuckles]
[breathing heavily]
[gasping]
What the fuck did we do?
Don-- don't worry, bro.
I-- I'll make this right. I'll--
What the fuck do you mean,
"I'll make this right"?
That's fucking flour, man!
Everything my mom has, gone.
I can't... [hyperventilating]
-I can't, I can't breathe.
-[Tre] Hey, hey, hey.
Just chill, bro.
I-- I'll get it back.
I promise, okay? I--
Fuck your promises.
That's what got me
in this position now,
listening to your bullshit!
Oh, my God, I can't,
I can't believe I did this.
Nobody's safe
Nobody's safe
Nobody's safe as soon
as we step out the cage
We raising all of the stakes
Make no mistake
Either you stay
in your place...
Let's go, bro.
We put the fear
in the dirt...
[sobbing] Go where?
We put in infinite work...
To get your
motherfucking money back.
You still been stuck
in the phase
There's no debate
We draw the line in the sand
We say it straight
to your face
They underrate 'til we put
the team on our back
We took the city to state
What it's gonna take
Another "S" on our chest
Another beat in the grave
We innovate
We always switching it up
They can't predict
what we say
Come out the cave
They see the blood
on our shirt, they see
the teeth in the face
They watching tape
Still trying to figure us out
They think
we came here to play
They sending snakes
They trying
to give us a curse
They want us
taking the bait...
[music stops]
[siren wailing in distance]
-[Jarvis exhales]
-[Tre sighs]
Where the fuck
did you get that?
It's my dad's.
[Jarvis scoffs]
This is getting
out of control, Tre.
We got beat, man.
We got, we got fucked, bro.
-No. No.
-I mean...
This is how it is
in the streets.
You gotta be an animal
to deal with an animal.
[stuttering]
You think if we tell him
that was my mom's money
for chemo or, or that was
my money for college,
he'll... he'll give it back?
Maybe.
But if he ain't
hearing that shit,
he'll listen to this.
Bro, I'm not trying
to kill nobody.
You're not gonna have to.
I'ma do all the talking.
You just hold the gun
and back me up.
And look pissed, bro.
Stop being so goddamn scared.
[Tre sighs]
Look...
Take it.
You don't have
to point it at him.
Just, when I'm talking,
make sure he know we strapped.
They trying to trace
They trying to follow
our steps
They trying to copy the wave
Boy, that's so lame
That's why they keep
getting curved
You gotta stay in your lane
They wanna claim
that we not giving them work
Like this is minimum wage
Boy, is you crazy?
Why you keep
feeding the beast?
Now that you opened
the cage
Nobody's safe...
[Freddy G]
Who is it?
It's, uh...
It's Tre.
I don't know no motherfuck--
Oh, it's you little niggas.
Hey, look here, man.
Don't be coming around here
knocking at my motherfucking
door and shit.
Hey, man, fuck all that.
We got a problem.
We got a problem a'ight.
You just don't know
how bad it's gonna be
if you don't get
your ass away from my spot.
Now, get the fuck on.
We need that money back.
That money
was my homeboy's school
and his mama's
cancer treatments.
We ain't going nowhere
'til we get that money back.
Hey, hey, that's all
we want, bro.
Man, I don't give a fuck
about no school
or no motherfucking
cancer, nigga.
You're lucky I ain't shoot you
and take
the motherfucking money.
Y'all little niggas learnt
a valuable lesson tonight.
This motherfucking game
ain't for y'all.
Now, get your little asses home
before you get in some shit
you can't get out of.
Say, bro, I know
where you be at.
Don't think I won't come back
through here with my cousins
and light this hoe up.
What you just say,
little nigga?
[Tre grunts]
-Open your mouth, nigga.
-Jarvis, Jarvis,
get him off me!
-Open your mouth like a bitch.
-Jarvis!
I'll give you something
for your mouth.
[gunshot]
[string music]
[breathing heavily]
Let's get him
in the house, bro.
[panting]
[tense music]
We're fucked.
You did
what you had to do, bro.
It was either him or me.
You saved my fucking life.
You're like a hero, bro.
[exhales]
Bro, let's, let's, let's,
let's find the money and go.
Fuck!
[slams]
[dramatic music]
[whispering] Shit.
[whispering] Oh, shit.
Yo, Jarvis.
Is that the money?
Oh, shit.
I told you
we gonna be good, bro.
-[Jarvis] But...
-[bag rustling]
But, but I need
to find the money.
[oven door slams]
Look, I've looked
everywhere, all right?
It ain't here.
Okay, maybe he spent it
when he got this.
Look, take this to the car.
I'ma look around one more time,
but after that,
we got to go, a'ight?
[upbeat music]
[sighs]
You ain't so bad now, huh?
Look at you. You done
shit and pissed yourself.
That ain't playa, playa!
As a matter of fact,
you don't need
this shit no more.
-[grunts]
-[jewelry rattling]
Mm-hm.
Come on, bitch.
[chuckles]
Nice doing business
with you, bitch!
[engine revving]
[somber music]
[panting]
[sniffles]
[music turns tense]
[exhales]
[Tre exhales]
Damn.
It's all gonna work out, bro.
Okay, I-- I'ma get the money.
Don't worry.
"Don't worry"?
[scoffs]
"Don't worry"?
My whole life...
...my mama's whole life
is in that bag.
I got you, bro.
I promise.
[pensive music]
[sighs]
[bag rustling]
[breathes deeply]
[tense music]
[electronic whirring]
[static crackling]
[tense music continues]
[exhales]
[ominous music]
[suspenseful music]
[suspenseful music continues]
[officer speaking indistinctly]
[officer]
Oh, man.
Oh, I'm sorry, sir.
[officer chuckles softly]
[Jessica]
Oh.
Hey, Allen, Coleman.
What, no coffee for me?
[both chuckle]
What we got?
[sighs]
Deceased is a Black male,
Frederick TeShawn Green, age 48,
single gunshot wound...
dead center.
No defensive wounds,
no stippling near entry wound.
Suggests victim was shot
from at least six
or seven feet away.
Well, we are about
to wrap up here,
and we'll be out
of your way in a minute.
Jessie, you got
an extra pair of latex?
Thanks.
Have fun.
[exhales slowly]
Looks like
he was shot at front door,
dragged back inside.
There's no signs
of forced entry.
Most likely he knew
his assailants.
Two pairs of bloody footprints
leading from hall
to the kitchen.
[sighs]
No spent shell casings
found at this time.
[sighs]
Looks like they got you
for your shit, huh, bro?
The real question is...
...did you tell them
where the dope was at?
Hey.
Somebody popped your boy.
We're at the house.
Stove?
It's empty.
[birds chirping]
Hey! [laughs]
Ooh, shit!
[keys jangling]
[bag rustling]
Yo, what the...
Fuck!
Bro, how-- What...
Bro, please tell me
you're playing, bro. I...
You did what?
I don't care.
Sell the fucking jewelry today.
I...
I, I can't believe this shit.
[scoffs]
Fuck!
[eerie music]
Hello?
Hello?
Do you believe
in God, Detective?
Yeah, sure. I mean, don't you?
[scoffs] Fuck no.
I believe in what I can see.
And in what I can touch.
[exhales] You see...
the issue with religion is
that it requires
a sort of... blind ignorance
to believe that someone else
is going to solve
your problems...
...or save you
if you're in trouble.
[snickers] No, no, no.
I have seen too many men,
women... and children...
...pray to God
for hours upon hours
to be saved
from a horrible, horrible death.
At my hands.
And nothing.
Their heads still popped open,
inside out,
like a pink balloon. Pow!
Or... [chuckles softly]
...their skin was slowly pulled
away from their bones
by wild animals as they begged
for their God to save them.
[scoffs]
Now... either God...
cannot save them...
...or... no le importa.
He just does not care to.
Either way, in this life...
you're truly on your own.
[sighs]
Where are my nine kilos,
Detective?
Yeah, me and my partner
responded to a call,
saw your guy Freddy G
laid out in the living room,
gunshot to the head,
whole place ransacked.
Money, drugs... everything gone.
[scoffs]
You were hired to protect
my investments, Detective.
I do not feel too fucking
protected right now.
Listen, Sergio,
I was just giving you
a courtesy call.
I don't work
in Narcotics anymore.
Shut your fucking mouth!
You come into my home
and you're telling me
that my money, my drugs
are gone like it's nothing?
I don't give a fuck
what position you got now.
You were paid
to protect my interests.
Do we have a problem now,
me and you?
Whoa. Whoa, Sergio,
it ain't like that, boss.
I got CIs all over the city,
looking for everything.
-I'm gonna get everything back.
-Hm.
Just give me some time.
[Sergio scoffs]
And after you get my dope,
you bring me the son of a bitch
who steal my shit.
And I take him back to Mexico...
...and I have a little fun. Yes.
[tense music]
No. Sergio, no.
You say no killing
when we come to America.
Only shopping
and having a good time.
I don't say I would
kill him in America.
No, I say I take him
back to Mexico...
...then I kill him.
But it's my birthday weekend,
Sergio!
You say no killing!
Okay, okay, okay.
I no kill him.
You happy?
[sighs]
[chuckles] Yes, very much.
-Mwah.
-Mm, love you.
Love you too. Ciao.
[birds chirping]
Women.
This was supposed to be
a surprise trip for my Maria.
A peaceful three days
without my wife and kids,
but... the boss,
he say we have a problem.
Do not make me have to work
on my vacation, Detective.
I would not be
very nice to work with.
Yeah, I understand.
It's my ass
if I don't find that dope.
Oh, no, no, no. [clicks tongue]
Don't think of it
like that, Detective.
Think of it as...
a free trip to Mexico
if you do not find my dope.
Hm? [chuckles]
Three days, Detective.
Three days.
[sighs]
Fuck.
[mellow music]
[tense music]
Boy... what you doing?
Keke?
Uh, yes?
[mellow R&B music]
I thought you might need a ride.
[sighs]
Nah. Uh, I'm okay.
I, I can walk.
Jarvis, get in the car.
It's like
a 1000 degrees outside,
and you already look like
you finna pass out.
I'm, uh...
[sighs] Look,
you look out for me at school,
so the least I could do
is give you a ride.
[engine idling]
A'ight.
Th-- thank you.
So... what's up
with your homeboy?
Who, Tre?
Yeah, Tre.
My homegirl said she saw him
at the park the other day
wearing a lot of fake jewelry,
talking about he the man now,
and he the plug on everything.
He what?
I know, right?
That's what I told my homegirl.
I said, "Girl, they gonna
kill that boy."
-[sighs]
-He better stop playing.
Uh, can you take me to the park?
-I mean, yeah, but...
-[sighs]
-...that was, like,
a couple of hours ago.
-[sighs]
This motherfucker.
[faint hip-hop music]
-I'm in the Beemer
Got her head in my lap
-No cap
-He tried to jack us
Leave him dead in the trap
-No cap
He tried to jack us
Leave him dead...
That shit hard.
-Leave him dead in the trap
-No cap
Just wiped a drug dealer
for $50,000
Took his watch...
Hey, Tre, can I talk
to you for a minute?
She like to give me brains
I prefer
she give me knowledge
This keep
drivin' her crazy...
-Tre!
-Fuck's wrong with you, boy,
grabbin' on my arm
and shit like that?
Man, step over here.
Hey, hey, hey. My bad, bro.
I ain't mean to cap,
but did you see me over there?
The hoes, the niggas,
everybody feeling my shit?
What the fuck
are you doing, Tre?
What, bro, I'm just--
You got this
nigga's jewelry on?
-Bro.
-Fuck, bro.
[both sigh]
You're gonna get us fucking
caught 'cause you're up here
playing fucking make-believe.
[sighs]
Give it to me, man.
-Give you what?
-Give me the jewelry.
I'll get rid of it myself.
What, you thinking
I'm finna take this shit off
right here, right now?
-In front of everybody?
-I'm trying to save
your fucking life.
Niggas have already
heard you up here
with all this shit on.
How long before them
Goon Squad niggas ride by here
and see you up here
gooning for niggas
that don't even like you?
I wish a nigga would come
and take this shit from me.
I told you back
at the Soul Food Kitchen,
I'm that nigga that them niggas
need to worry about.
I told you I'm gonna handle it,
so I'ma handle it, a'ight?
Chill out, little daddy.
I got this.
Oh, shit.
Is that Keke in the car?
All right, big dog,
I see you, okay?
Now, that's what
I'm talking about.
Keep that up.
Hey, what happened to the music?
Yeah, man,
turn the motherfucking music
back on.
Yeah, nigga, let's go
Yeah, they call me Tre Day
I'm all about my pay day
No, I am not Mike Epps
but I do this
every day, day...
[gentle music]
Aunt Irene?
Jarvis, I've been calling you
since this morning.
I was about to come
up to your job,
but I had to come
to the house to get some things
for your mama.
Uh... Oh...
Where's she-- Where's my mama?
[sighs]
She's at the hospital.
She passed out
and hit her head this morning
while you were at work.
Um...
No, no. No, she, she, she what?
She was, she was fine
when I left. She, she was,
she was sleeping.
-And, and--
-Listen. Listen, baby.
There's nothing
that you could've done.
Don't do that to yourself.
[sobbing] Oh, no, no.
Listen. Hey.
It's gonna be okay.
Don't do that.
Don't do that.
-[Jarvis sobbing]
-It's gonna be okay.
[eerie music]
My nigga.
Fuck you want now, Coleman?
And why your ass
standing out there?
Man, get your ass in the car
before somebody see you, man.
The fuck I want?
How about you show some respect,
you little piece of shit,
gang-banging motherfucker?
I jump through all these
little hoops so your boys
don't know you're cooperating
-with law enforcement.
-Shut the fu--
God damn, Coleman.
You don't got
to do me like that.
Okay.
How about we try this again?
Hello, Kevin LeVon Davis Jr.
What can you tell me
about Freddy G?
Freddy who?
[sighs] Fuck it.
It doesn't really matter.
What matters is that
somebody took something
that don't belong to 'em,
and I need to get it back.
What the fuck
that got to do with me?
You're pretty popular,
and this is your hood.
You hear about anybody
hitting any big licks lately?
No.
Nah?
[scoffs] Okay.
How about this?
I'ma drive you around
the hood for a few hours
with the back windows
rolled down,
and I'm gonna stop
in front of every crack house
that you and your boys
like to hang out in front of
and act like
you're pointing them out to me.
All right, all right, all right.
Wait, wait.
My little cousin did say
there was some nigga
at the park today,
rocking a bunch
of fake-ass jewelry,
saying he just got signed
to a major label and shit.
We was gonna go rob the nigga
'til we found out who it was.
Who was he?
Man, this punk-ass nigga
from Sugar Land.
His name Tre.
He like to hang in the hub,
but he a broad-type nigga.
He ain't doing no street shit.
I know this nigga
ain't rob nobody.
I work in Homicide.
Nothing surprises me.
Where can we find Tre?
[hip-hop music]
Say she watch me walk by
with this bleak bitch
I don't need to switch
Sign a deal
These hoes be on my dick
Now I don't need a chick
Sack Boy
he don't need a bitch
KD, he don't need a lick...
[music stops]
Ooh, I'm finna light it up.
All right.
Come on, baby, where you at?
I'm gonna get blazed up in here.
[tense music]
[tires screech]
[Tre breathes shakily]
[intense dramatic music]
You can have the jewelry, bro.
Nigga, don't nobody
want that fake-ass shit.
Somebody wanna holla at you.
[ominous music]
I'm gonna ask
you this one time,
and if you lie to me,
I'm gonna hurt you.
You understand?
Good.
How do you know Freddy G?
Who the fuck is Freddy G?
[grabs hand]
-[sizzling]
-[screams]
[Tre groans]
[groans, winces]
I told you if you lie to me,
I'm gonna hurt you.
I don't know no Freddy G, man!
Fuck!
You don't know Freddy G?
You're wearing
his fucking jewelry
and you don't know
who the fuck he is?
How'd you get his gun?
Uh, I, uh...
[exhales] I...
[groans, winces]
[exhales]
See, I think you think
you can bullshit me...
...tell me some shit
about how you found it,
or somebody
gave it to you to hold.
I'm gonna stop you right there.
Before any of that shit
come out of your mouth next...
I'ma shoot you
in your right foot.
Right there,
next to your big toe.
[scoffs]
With a gun this size, shit...
...probably blow off
two of them toes.
And while you're bleeding
and screaming,
I'm gonna ask you again.
And guess what...
...I bet you'll feel
like talking then.
So, is that how
you want to play, Tre?
You wanna lose
a couple toes to talk?
Okay. Okay, okay,
okay, okay, okay.
I took it from him. I took it.
I took it.
-Go on.
-[exhales]
He sold me
and my friend some flour...
...and we went
to get our money back.
And?
[breathes shakily]
And my friend shot him.
[snickers]
Now, that wasn't so hard,
was it?
Doesn't it feel good
to get the truth out?
I don't give a fuck
about Freddy G.
Sounds like he fucked you
and your boy
and you did what you had to.
No worries there.
You're doing good, Tre.
Just one more question,
you're free to go.
Now, this is a big one.
Where's the dope?
Uh, uh, uh, uh.
Don't do that.
You're thinking.
You should just be talking.
That thinking's gonna get you
in a world of hurt, Tre.
I threw it away on accident.
[tense music]
Just when I thought
we were making a breakthrough.
-Hold your hand straight.
-No, no. No, sir, sir,
I promise.
Look, I'm telling you the truth.
Look, look,
we changed our clothes
and, uh, the bag
with the clothes,
I put next to the bag
with the drugs,
and when I went
to throw the clothes away,
I accidentally threw away
the bag with the drugs.
And when I went to the dumpster
the next morning...
...it was empty.
[sighs]
[sighs heavily]
[Tre breathes shakily]
That's such a crazy story
that just might be true.
[exhales]
But I think you're bullshitting.
-[stabs]
-[screaming]
[sobbing]
[knife squeaks, crunching]
-[Tre exhales]
-Where can I find your boy?
[monitor beeping]
[somber music]
Ple-- please, God.
I'm sorry that... I haven't
always believed in you,
and said you wasn't real
because... I believe
in science and all that...
...but if you...
[sniffles] if you are real,
I mean, really fucking real...
...then I need your help.
[sniffles]
Please don't take her
away from me now.
I'm begging you, please don't.
I, I need her. I'm not ready.
[sniffles, breathes shakily]
She's, she's all that I got.
[sobbing]
Without her,
I, I, I, I don't wanna be here.
[sniffles, breathes shakily]
So, if she has to go...
...you might as well
just take us both.
[sobs softly]
A-- amen.
[traffic noise]
[melancholy music]
[suspenseful dramatic music]
Tre, Tre, you need
to get out of the house now.
Somebody's trying
to kill us, man.
They kicked in my door
and tore up my house.
You know
what they were looking for.
I wasn't here.
God damn it, Tre,
can you just fucking think?
Somebody's looking for us,
and they done already
came by my house.
You need to keep moving
until we figure this shit out.
I-- I'm heading
to the Soul Food Kitchen
to get my check.
[dramatic music]
All right. Cool.
[melancholy music]
You know, I really hated
to let you go, Jarvis.
You're a good kid.
But that friend of yours,
Tre, nah.
That little boy really got
something wrong with him.
And I watch you
follow him around
like a, a puppy on a leash.
Jarvis, you are
who you hang with, baby.
Eagles don't fly with crows.
Only birds of a feather
flock together.
Now, that's some real shit.
Your check is on my desk
in the office.
And get your friend check too
so he don't have to bring his
little ass over here no more.
Y-- yes, ma'am.
[bell dinging]
[foreboding music]
Um, excuse me.
Can I help you?
Where Jarvis?
I need to holla at him.
Look, baby,
you want some food, then
go on and place your order.
Otherwise, we're closing
in 15 minutes,
and the door is that way.
You really should
get that fixed.
What?
Oh, God.
-[thuds]
-[glass shattering]
That leak.
Oh...
[keypad beeping]
[911 operator]
911. What's your emergency?
911.
What's your emergency?
I'm sorry.
[bell dinging]
[tense music]
Where the fuck you at, bro?
Don't be fucking around, Tre.
This is serious.
[monitor beeping]
[Theresa, weakly]
Hey, baby.
[groans softly]
You look good, Mama.
Oh. [chuckles]
Boy, don't you lie to me.
What's going on, Jarvis?
Nothing.
We can talk about it
when you come home.
No, we can talk about it now.
Mama, it, it ain't that serious.
What, is it
about your girlfriend?
No, Mama.
I, I, I keep telling you,
she ain't my girlfriend.
What, is it about school?
Yeah, um...
...it was about MIT.
I thought
we settled that, Jarvis.
I gave you the money to...
to stay on campus.
I don't understand
what, what you talking about.
I just don't understand.
It's okay, Mama.
I...
...I just got to deal with
some stuff before I leave
for school, that's all.
What's going on, Jarvis?
Do you remember
what you told me?
You said when life gets hard...
you get harder.
And when it's life or death...
...you fight like
there's no tomorrow...
[Theresa inhales deeply]
...because there is
no tomorrow...
...if you don't win
the fight... today.
You remember you told me that?
Yeah.
I'll be back.
[breathes shakily]
[dramatic music]
[R&B music]
Bro, stop turning on
all these fucking lights.
Man.
Hey
What up, C?
Uh, hey, I'm gonna
use the restroom
and get changed.
Okay.
[door creaks]
[tense music]
Hey, man, what the fuck?
I thought we had a deal.
Yeah, yeah, he's with me now.
At Hotel Bella, off of 59.
Okay, well,
how far are you, man?
Hurry the fuck up.
Okay.
Okay. Ye-- yes, I understand.
I'm sorry for raising my voice.
It's, uh, room 810.
Okay.
[exhales]
So, after this,
we're good, right?
Hello?
Hello?
Shit, man.
Oh
Anthony
Oh
Yeah, they tell me
I'm too sharp
I should exchange game
Yeah, let me tell you
I got more
to tell these people
They tell me I'm too sharp
I should exchange game
-This ain't the first time
-Yeah, all right
-They tell me I'm too sharp
I should exchange game
-Exchange game
But my lyrics
how I'm feeling
got me singing in pain
I played it cool
when niggas changed
I remained the same
And life just keep
them running back
You know it come with nothin'
I gotta be built for it
Head over cliff for it
Fall down, keep going
When all else fails
push forward
I had times without a dime
I would've took for it
Turn crook for it
Learn the recipe
and cook for it
Put in work so called stripes
I got booked for 'em
Sitting in that cell
eating noodles, dry, lukewarm
Found out then that all them
partners ain't partners
All that love ain't love
if you always gotta
look for it
Come home to find out
ain't nobody home too
Like Ray Slate
Shit, nigga's two-faced...
The bathroom's all yours, Tre.
[sighs] Thank God.
Oh, I gotta take
a mean-ass shit.
Partners ain't partners
They ain't no friend
-[exhales]
-[toilet seat clatters]
[breathing heavily]
[farts, groans]
[splashing]
Oh, yeah. There it is.
[exhales heavily]
... but Daddy got hustle
I'll sell it
if it make a buck
Her son better step
to fighting
He ain't trying to step it up
Better me
Too late, he won't see that
before I see the dust
Hennessy, hiding
in my feelings
Gotta hit her up
You worried with that
silly stuff, but still say
she proud of me
Come 'round, I gotta
hit it up 'cause she know
how I gotta be
I ain't forgot her feelings
Still grown, still in poverty
Do anything in my power
Keep my iPhone out the streets
Surviving
I ain't out of the street
I gotta protect my peeps
Money, greed, enemies
Dividers
I protect my peace
They can't judge me
They ain't even have no beef
...more than likely
He ain't on that All that time, all it took
When it's time
bitch, I'm him
They want nigg--
-[music stops]
-[exhales]
Ain't this about a bitch.
[stutters] Jarvis!
Hey, bro,
bring me some toilet paper.
Jarvis!
Jarvis.
Shit.
Hey, Jarvis, what the fuck?
[ominous music]
Shit.
Fuck. Fuck, no. Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
-Fuck!
-[cell phone ringing]
[dramatic sting]
[suspenseful music]
Tre, I knew
you were a bullshitter.
I could tell.
[dramatic music]
Maybe you think
I'm a bullshitter too.
So, this is your last chance.
Where is he?
I...
[sighs]
He's, uh...
I know... I, I, I know,
I know where he's going.
Yeah. He's got a girl now.
Uh, Keke. Yeah, Keke.
Uh, she's been
driving him around now,
and I-- I'm pretty sure
he's going to her house,
because... [stuttering]
that's the only place he can go.
Yeah, we, we can, uh, we can,
we, we can find him there.
I-- I'm sure of it.
You know what, Tre...
I actually believe you
this time.
Spread your hand
out on the table.
[tense music]
What? No, no.
No, I thought,
I thought you said
you said you believed me.
I thought-- Wait, wait, wait.
No, I thought...
I said I believe you
about where he at now, sure.
But you still said
he was here... which he ain't...
...so that was a lie.
And for lying, there still
has to be a punishment.
[sighs heavily]
-[clicks]
-Give me one of your fingers.
Nah, nah, I can't.
I, I, I can't do that no more.
It's either this or I take you
back to our last spot
and I shoot you
in the back of the head.
I ain't got all damn night.
What's it gonna be, Tre?
Finger or the bullet?
Fuck!
[breathes heavily]
[eerie music]
[tense music]
He better be
where you say he is.
You understand me?
Take a deep breath.
[breathes heavily]
-[thuds]
-[screaming]
[groans softly]
[dramatic music]
[unsettling music]
[Keke mutters]
Jarvis.
What are you doing here?
It's like,
it's like 4:00 in the morning.
Show me
where I can find Lil Dead-O...
...and anybody else
in the Goon Squad.
[breathes shakily]
[slow dramatic music]
[mouthing]
[Keke gasps softly]
[exhales]
Okay, do you,
do you want to wait...
[stuttering]
come in while I get dressed?
Nah... I'ma wait in the car.
Just hurry up though.
[dramatic music]
[mouthing]
[dramatic music continues]
What you gonna do now,
bitch-ass nigga?
[breathing heavily]
Why won't you just leave me
the fuck alone?
Where them five keys at, bruh?
[breathing shakily]
I don't have it.
Where the keys at, bruh?
I don't have it! I never had it!
Why won't you just leave me
the fuck alone?
That's all I want, man.
Just, just leave, man.
[breathing heavily]
Leave me alone.
[Jarvis breathing heavily]
I just wanna live, bro, okay?
I just, I just wanna live.
I feel you.
I wanna live too.
Your girl should
really get that fixed...
...before somebody get hurt.
[somber music]
[bucket clatters]
[knocking on door]
Jarvis, it's Tre!
[distorted] Close the door!
I'm sorry.
[Keke gasps]
[dramatic music]
[ominous music]
-How long are we
on compressions?
-[nurse] Can I get another Epi?
-How long has she been down?
-Uh, she's been down 20 minutes.
Two rounds of Epi
and two rounds of compressions.
We're in V-fib.
Let's charge to 300 joules.
300 joules, charging.
-Everyone stand clear.
-Clear.
Shocking. Shock delivered.
[dramatic music]
[pensive music]
[drawers squeaking]
[tense music]
[pulsing music]
[sighs]
Yeah.
Found the kid
over at the girl's place.
I interrogated them both,
but they kept denying
where anything was.
I have looked everywhere.
Package ain't here.
Fuck!
[pensive music]
[engine starts]
[exhales] Fuck, that was close.
[groaning]
No pulse.
Doc, I don't know that
there's much more we can do.
It's been 24 minutes.
-Do I have any objections?
-No.
All right. Time of death 5:38.
[monitor beeping]
[nurse]
Thank you, sir.
[Jarvis]
In the end... you can never
have your cake and eat it too.
[heartbeat pounding]
You have to choose.
That's what life is, choice.
Left or right, up or down.
Even staying still is a choice.
But you have to choose.
The choices we make
affect not only us,
but everyone in some way.
I can't believe
I'm gonna die before my mama.
What hurts the most
is she's gonna hear
about what happened to me...
and what I'd done...
...but she'll never know why.
Yeah, nigga
It's Tre, dawg
Yeah, nigga
Let's go
Yeah, they call me Tre Day
I'm all about my pay day
No, I am not Mike Epps
but I do this every day, day
I pull up with the AK
But I just call her Kay-Kay
'Cause she a bad bitch
She got a switch
and she don't play, play
I pull up on the block
You read the ops
They hollering mayday
They say no one can trust me
but nobody care what they say
'Cause little do they know
that nigga Tre
is really cray, cray...
-[water burbling]
-[muffled groaning]
Tell me, Detective...
you ever been to Mexico?
-[Coleman breathing heavily]
-Take him to the car.
-I'm in the Beemer
Got her head in my lap
-No cap
-He tried to jack us
Leave him dead in the trap
-No cap
-He tried to jack us
Leave him dead in the trap
-No cap
-He tried to jack us
Leave him dead in the trap
-No cap
I just robbed a drug dealer
for $50,000
Took his watch
It cost so much that it could
send your ass to college
She like to give me brains
I prefer
she give me knowledge
This dick driving her crazy
Now that pussy
got some mileage
You ain't got no money
if you fit that
in your wallet
I hate that I'm so fly
Should have been
a fucking pilot
She like the BMW
I wouldn't let her drive it
She sucked my dick in public
but we only talk in private
-I'm in the Beemer
Got her head in my lap
-No cap
-He tried to jack us
Leave him dead in the trap
-No cap
-He tried to jack us
Leave him dead in the trap
-No cap
-He tried to jack us
Leave him dead in the trap
-No cap
-I'm in the Beemer
Got her head in my lap
-No cap
-He tried to jack us
Leave him dead in the trap
-No cap
-He tried to jack us
Leave him dead in the trap
-No cap
-He tried to jack us
Leave him dead in the trap
-No cap