Karma (2025) Movie Script

(distant sirens)
(birds chirping)
Kids, I'm sorry about all of this.
I know it is very overwhelming but I'm
sure we'll get to the bottom of it.
We're going to have to speak with all
of you in regards to what took place
here so we will need to contact all
of your parents and have them lead us
down to the station.
So Tim, can you tell me what happened?
I mean it's not much to say detective.
I was asleep, I woke up to screams
saying she couldn't breathe so I called 9
1-1 and now we're here.
So you're sure there's
nothing else that you
want to say about the things that happened
at your house?
No, no, no.
We played games, we watched movies, went to
sleep.
Next thing I know, scream saying she can't
breathe.
That's it.
That's all I know.
Tim, if it's something you need to tell
me, now would be the time.
Don't worry about what
your little friends might
think or if they'll get upset with you.
Someone lost their life last night and we
need to be able to explain why to
the family.
So are you trying to say that we
did something to her?
Well, as of right now the ME is
saying it was some sort of heart attack
but I mean she was a very young
girl.
It also looked as if there was some
sort of substance on her hands so we're
trying to determine if
something may have startled
her or she had a reaction to something
but I know how kids can be.
Hell, I was a kid once.
No parents around,
group of friends together.
We like to play practical jokes or haze
each other.
I know.
Tim, as I said before, we're just trying
to get to the bottom of it.
Well, like I said before, that's all I
know.
Look, we're all friends.
We wanted to hang out and that's what
we did.
Well, Monica is saying
that she recently moved
here and she just started hanging out with
you although she only hangs out with the
rest of them because of you.
She also said that last night was the
deceased's first time
hanging out with any of
you.
So again, are you insinuating that what we
concocted up a sleepover to cause harm to
her?
Because that's what it seems like.
Oh, concocted.
Such a big word for such a young
man to say.
Like I said, we're just trying to get
to the bottom of it.
Well, you did and you've gotten to the
bottom of this interview.
You know, my dad said that you can
question me, not interrogate me.
Oh.
So if you want to talk to me
again, I suggest you want to contact our
lawyer.
I know my rights and I'm done with
this interview.
Yep.
Since you know everything,
you know that your
dad is flying back from Texas and he
arranged for you to have a sleepover at
Brucie's tonight.
I'll go get Brucie's mother and let her
know that you're ready.
Yeah, you do that.
I'll be seeing you again, Tim.
So, what do you think?
I think them kids had something to do
with it.
I can feel it.
Sooner or later, the truth is going to
come out and that's if they don't turn
on each other first.
I know.
It's just so tragic, you know?
I mean, that kid.
That kid lost her life trying to make
friends.
I know.
I know it's a lot to deal with,
especially with a kid so young.
Are you going to be okay?
Yeah.
Just give me a minute so I can
gather myself.
Hey, you're entitled to be emotional.
Thank you.
Look, I don't know how they did things
at your other precinct, but like I've been
telling you, we look out for each other
here.
You got a family here with us.
Family.
Something that kid will
never get to experience
again.
Yeah.
Right.
But you know, it's like my mother used
to always tell me, it's this thing called
karma and it always comes around.
It may not be today.
It may not be tomorrow.
Hell, it might even be years from now,
but oh, it will get you.
(speaking in Spanish)
You can not hide from karma
(slow music)
It's the hardest part of the job.
And I've been emotional enough.
So I do not want to upset the
family even more.
So can you handle that?
Yeah, I got it.
But you would think after working for a
year already that you would be so emotional
still.
Wait a minute.
Five seconds ago, you
said you're entitled to
be emotional.
Now you switch up on me.
All right.
Okay.
Okay.
You got me with that.
Why don't you run down to the ME
and see what the substance was on her
hands.
I'll take care of the family.
We'll do.
14 fucking years old.
Damn kids.
Guys can get us a better hangout spot.
Man, for real.
I know your granddaddy left you this spot
and shit, but you can at least upgrade
the motherfucking place.
Hey, don't be talking shit, bro.
Everybody ain't got no
rich ass granddaddy, all
right?
Ah, that's facts.
That's facts.
At least we can do whatever we want
to do in here, but nobody's nagging us
and talking like, oh, what's up with the
Bible or some shit like that.
Hey, chill out.
Okay.
Cause y'all two are the main reason
my daddy don't want me hanging out with
all y'all.
All right.
All right.
Now that with all the complaining and the
bullshit, let's get down to business.
Who's our first victim?
I got you right here in my boy
head.
All right.
So start this shit off.
First, we got Nick.
Now my man Walt drew a dick on
his forehead with a sharpie.
So what y'all score there?
Hey, yeah, that was pretty good.
No lie.
I give that a 4.7. Hey, I
give it three points.
Damn.
That's it?
Come on, y'all.
You don't know how long it probably took
him to get that shit off his face?
Who the fuck cares?
Hey, what's with you, Monica?
I mean, is he riding with us or
is you like an undercover snitch or some
shit?
You two are ridiculous.
Okay.
Like identical assholes.
What can I say?
That's my motherfucking
brother been cool dude since
we was in diapers.
I can't say the same about Nick though.
More like you're jealous of him because he
stole your girl.
Damn.
Chill out.
What's your little problem, bitch?
Damn.
Oh, bitch.
Huh?
Yeah.
So now you want to go there?
Hey, yo, yo, yo, chill out.
Whoa.
Apologize, bro.
Don't diss her like that.
But she acted a little bitch, bro.
I don't give a fuck.
All right.
That's family.
How many times she done had all of
our backs?
I say you sorry for real, bro.
Please.
Yo, I'm sorry, Monica.
Sometimes I let my
emotions control my mouth.
Whatever.
Now, if you two toddlers are done, can
we get back to this now?
I hate you, bro.
All right, Monica points.
Whenever you give it, TJ, you're the boss,
right?
All right.
Whatever.
So that means Walt has 12.
Put that in there.
All right.
Next up, we got Stephanie.
My man Boosie got the tea from Bianca,
what kind of dudes that she likes, slid
in the DMs, played Prince
Charming, cracked this
shit, and then told her it was just
a joke.
Now, that shit was top tier.
I give that five points.
Hey, didn't that bitch
leave town after that
shit too?
Nah, asshole.
My mom got some fancy-ass job in
Chicago, so she left because of that.
Oh, my bad.
Fancy job.
Hey, but I ain't gonna lie to her,
man.
I feel bad about that one.
I mean, well, you did make her fall
in love.
Fuck her.
And then tell her it was all a
joke.
I mean, he did actually like her, until
this one convinced him it was froze before
humps.
I mean, we don't have time for that
love shit, that relationship shit.
Let's be talking about money.
So now money is more important than a
person's feelings?
Uh, better, yeah.
What if somebody did that to your sister?
I guess I'll have to have one in
order for that to happen, right?
I swear, fucking ridiculous.
Oh, my God.
Would you two shut the fuck up?
For real, though.
For real, I already asked y'all to
cut it out, man.
Damn.
Points, please.
I give it a five.
I said five, all right.
Monica?
Majority rules.
All right, I got it at a five,
too.
So that means Brucie is up to 20.
Damn.
You gonna have to do a lot of
making up to catch her today.
Yeah, I'm already going.
All right, so next we got Miles, who
sent a dick pic to Bianca, and she
shared that shit with the whole school.
And unfortunately, he did not have a lot
to be proud of.
Ah, that shit was cold-blooded.
Well, you know me, I need that money.
Cold-blooded, baby.
Hey, how much are we up to now,
T.J.? I mean, well, nigga, you know
I feel mad.
But, uh, I mean, shit, we started this
shit, start a senior
year, each been putting
about 20 a week.
Count it up.
Do the math.
Oh, okay.
I might be able to take me a
little graduation trip
to Miami or something.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Don't think you won just yet, now that
you know.
I think I got it in the bag,
though.
All right, and I'm sure that you don't,
because, uh, remember Xavier?
I put lashes in the smoothie, and he
shit himself in front of everybody.
Hey, yo, that shit was nasty.
Had the whole
lunchroom full of, like, shit,
literally.
Ah, uh, yeah, I get that shit right
there, uh, 4.2, and I'll give Bianca's,
the same as Miles' penis size, a solid
three.
Hey, yeah, nah, that shit was crazy.
I'm gonna give B a 3.2, and
I'll give T.J. a 3.9. Okay,
I ain't gonna lie, that was pretty good.
4.7, T.J. Okay, Monica?
Same as you, and same as Brucie.
All right, so, uh, I'll give Bianca 3
.9, and that means that her score is
now at 13.8, and mine's at a
17.5. So, the only person left is
you, Monica.
I told y'all I'm not doing this
shit.
Okay, throwing water
balloons is one thing, egging
people's house is another, but y'all have
been taking this shit way too far lately.
Some of the stuff ain't even on that
list.
Like what?
Oh, so are we just gonna pretend like
Walt didn't announce
Perry's mother's death on the
intercom?
The boy passed out in the middle of
the classroom.
It's the reason you two
assholes got expelled.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa.
That shit was unpredictable.
How the fuck did we both know it
was gonna get expelled?
Yeah, so blame him for your mistake.
Why don't you take your ass home with
Daddy and pray about it?
You know what?
No, no, what?
Tell me, please inform me.
Maybe I will, Walter.
Maybe I'll just leave and never visit you
assholes again.
Hallelujah, thank God there is one.
Monica, wait, wait,
don't, don't listen to her,
okay?
Please stay.
We don't want you to leave.
No, nigga, you don't want her to leave,
because we all know that
you've been questioning
her since Louis Charleston,
but we practically grown
now, and she's still stuck in that devout
Christian ways.
The only reason why we kept her around
is because she helped us with our damn
homework.
You're an asshole, man.
Damn.
Hey, Monica.
Get your bitch, dude.
Hey, you ain't telling
no lies, though, shit.
Hey, I ain't gonna lie.
I kind of like Monica.
Yeah, that's because
you borderline like her ass
for real.
You better watch the fuck out before you
out the door with her little prude ass.
Man, chill, bro.
You know I'm game.
I'm just saying, she kind of cool.
No, the bitch not built like the type
of niggas that we is.
Period.
Where's Allison Churchland?
Well, thanks to you niggas, she left.
Finally, now that the Romeo and Julia love
story is over, can we get back to
business?
School will be finished next week.
Which means we need to determine the winner
before then.
Well, you two motherfuckers
ain't even graduated, so
y'all got all year long.
Hey, man, fuck you, all right?
I'm gonna get my G.
That ain't shit.
What I'm concerned
about is winning this money,
so I'll get me some new shit for
the summer.
Yes, sir.
You hoes gonna be on us.
Oh, me?
What are you talking about?
Yeah, well, since
Monica's gone, we all need
to pull a prank each.
That way, we can determine the winner.
I mean, why can't we just determine the
winner right now?
It's not like there's a tie or something.
You just said that to your ass in
the league.
For real.
Plus, we was formed based on Monica being
here, so I agree.
I think we should all do one prank
each, and whoever gets the highest score is
the winner.
See, little Miss Sunshine
always fucking some shit
up.
Nigga, can you just stop for five seconds?
Plus, she's the one who gave you a
chance, because your
ass had the least amount
of points.
Hey, he's not lying, bro.
You do need to be thanking her.
Man, whatever.
So, how should we go about picking people?
I think we should take two names, put
them in a bowl.
We all take a piece out, and whoever's
name is drawn the most, that's who we
pranking.
We gonna pull out the ultimate prank by
all pranking the same person.
I like that.
That shit sound cool to me.
All right.
That shit makes sense.
And then we just keep drawing until we
get the most of one name.
So, who's name we putting in?
It's gotta be the two most deserving people
we can think of.
I vote Monica.
Nigga, what?
I mean, she left, right?
Let's give her ass some payback.
Come on, nigga.
It's not like you really gave her much
of a chance.
You always fucking with her.
Hey, TJ, right, bro?
You is always telling her she don't belong
in this shit.
I mean, well, she don't, because if she
did, she wouldn't have left, right?
All right.
There's already two of us that voted on
her, so go ahead.
What about Nancy?
Nancy.
Why Nancy?
I mean, why not?
She's weird as hell.
Which one is that again?
I know you've been gone for like a
month or so, so it's all kind of
a blur.
Okay, yeah, ha ha.
Let me show you.
Funny.
Her right here.
I mean, yeah, she is decent in a
little I kill you type of way.
Yeah, put her little weird ass up in
that bitch.
Wait, let me see.
Oh, no, she do it like a killer,
bro.
Yeah, go ahead.
Put her ass up in there, too.
All right.
All right.
Put the names down.
Y'all ready?
Yeah.
All right.
Nancy.
Come on.
Damn.
My goodness, Dan.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait, wait.
Why'd you rip this shit up?
Everybody else put that shit on the table.
Why'd you rip it up?
Because I did, nigga.
What, you got a problem with me trying
to prank a little bitch or something?
I told you I could fucking disrespect her.
So you gonna punch me, nigga?
Yeah.
Yeah.
All right.
I'm on your ass, boy.
Man, get the fuck out of here, nigga.
Fuck you.
Get the fuck out of here, bitch.
Go ahead and run, bitch.
Go be with your bitch, bitch.
Sit down.
Sit down.
I mean, you did antagonize the nigga, bro.
What did the car really say?
All that matters is Monica gonna get hers.
And now TJ just might, too.
Look, Monica, I know
that you're probably mad
at me.
I just want to say I'm sorry.
Okay.
You were right.
You were right.
All right.
That they're happy that you left and now
they're talking about they're
gonna play some crazy
ass prank on you.
But you know, I would never let any...
Monica.
Monica.
Hey.
Hey.
Are you okay?
What happened?
You hurt?
The box.
The box.
Look at this.
Is this supposed to be you?
I don't know.
I think so.
Where the fuck is it stabbed up like
that?
It's a cross, TJ.
What the fuck kind of voodoo shit is
that?
(tense music)
Just because you don't
physically participate doesn't mean
you can't be held just as accountable.
Who the fuck was sending this bullshit?
Who wouldn't?
We've been pranking
people since the eighth grade,
TJ.
I mean, we've traumatized people.
We've traumatized people.
We've even fucking killed people.
Shut the fuck up.
Don't say that shit.
I didn't do shit.
And you didn't do shit.
That's just it, TJ.
We didn't do shit.
We just stood by.
We didn't even say anything.
I mean, fuck, Monica.
What were we supposed to do?
Something.
I mean, what if somebody knows?
No.
Okay.
No.
Nobody can know.
You were the only ones there that know.
I bet this was one of your wannabe
gangster fans.
What?
No, not.
They wouldn't do that.
No, I bet it was Walt.
What?
Yeah, the hardest acting
ones are usually the
softest.
No, Monica, you're tripping.
Okay, it's like you said, we didn't do
so much shit to so many people, so
why do you think that this is because
of that night?
That's just it, TJ.
I mean, we've fucked up so many people's
lives.
We don't even know who would want to
fuck up ours.
I don't fucking know either, Monica.
I don't know.
I'm going over there to see if one
of your bitch ass friends had something to
do with this.
No, you can either ride with me or
you can stand in front of them like
you always do.
The choice is yours.
Hey, hey, hey.
I'm always riding with you, but let me
take charge.
Okay?
I got this and I got you.
Okay, let's go.
Hey, hey, which one of you niggas is
sending shit to Monica's house?
Man, didn't we ban both of you bitches?
Why the fuck is you here?
It's in the top fucking games, nigga.
Who did it?
Nigga do what?
As you can see, we've been here since
you fucking left.
Then explain this shit.
Uh, the fuck is that?
I don't fucking know.
Someone sent it to Monica with a fucking
note.
What do you mean with a fucking note?
What the fucking note say?
It says some shit about just because you
don't participate doesn't
mean you can't be held
accountable.
Wait, what the fuck is that supposed to
mean?
I mean, I'm no genius, but it seems
like they're trying to say just because of
Monica praising ass don't do none of the
heavy lifting don't mean she ain't just as
responsible.
So it was you?
You sent this beat?
Well, unless I got the Steve Urkel time
machine to travel back to the future.
Now, how the hell did I do?
Then who did it, bro?
Did y'all pay somebody to deliver this
shit or something?
Bro, we literally just
decided that this motherfucker
was next.
Like what?
25 minutes ago.
So how the fuck did we pay someone
to do that shit?
Be realistic, bitch.
(phone ringing)
Is that your phone?
It's mine.
I don't know.
The number's blocked.
Fucking answer it.
Put it on speaker.
Hello.
Hello.
Who the fuck is this?
And how did you get my number and
address?
Let's just say I'm someone
you're very familiar
with.
What does that even mean?
Oh, don't you worry.
You'll find out sooner.
What the fuck is going on?
You don't fucking know.
That's what we're trying to figure out.
Hey, guys, look at this.
You lied and took an appearance.
Now you will feel the ultimate betrayal.
You'll stop fucking playing
on phones and dropping
off weird ass boxes and shit, you creep
ass niggas.
Or else you're gonna have to see me,
bitch.
If you got a problem, step up like
a real man instead of
hiding behind packages
and phones, bitch.
Yeah, you really showed him.
Hey, don't start with your bullshit.
I know both of y'all.
Don't start with your bullshit.
This shit is serious, okay?
If it's none of us, then somebody's fucking
with us.
I think it's just a prank, y'all.
You know, everybody know how we like to
prank people and shit,
so they probably just
trying to get us back for all the
shit we did.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Be right, bro.
It's just a prank.
It's just a prank.
I don't know why y'all acting all
scared and riled up over a box and
a car.
Ooh, so scary.
Just chill, fuck out,
and drink some liquor,
damn.
Shit, let me throw you a little shot.
Let's turn up in here.
Yeah, yeah, B is right, y'all.
Let's just take a breath and let's just
chill.
It's definitely a prank.
Hey, this kind of good.
Who brought this?
Straight.
Huh?
Shit.
Shit.
B, B, wait, wait, B, what's wrong?
What's happening?
What's happening?
B, breathe, breathe, B, B.
(slow dramatic music)
She's dead.
Hey, yo, she's fucking dead, yo.
Nah, nah, come on, man.
What the fuck?
The bottle.
She looked at the bottle before she opened
the bottle.
She looked at it.
Monica's right.
She looked at the bottle and she looked
scared.
We got to find it.
Where the fucking road somewhere?
Wait, here, here, here.
I found it, I found it, I found
it.
It says.
What the fuck does it say?
Enjoy this drink.
It's your last.
What the fuck?
What the fuck is that shit supposed to
fucking mean?
Who fucking gave that to her?
Okay, well, don't look at us.
We just got here.
Bullshit.
One of you bitches bought that shit.
What?
Nigga, there's no way
you're fucking blaming us
for this shit.
That shit wasn't here before.
No, you just said some bullshit.
Well, that's the fucking lowest.
So what?
Is she gonna fucking sit there?
Nigga, you think we bought it?
Hey, look, that shit just wasn't here, all
right?
I'm not accusing nobody, bro.
Well, I the fuck am.
Somebody bought that shit and now B's on
the floor, fucking dead.
What are we supposed to do now?
Call the cops and tell them that we
was here drinking illegally?
Just tell them the
fucking truth, all right?
We was chilling here.
Someone said this shit.
B's dead.
Someone's trying to fucking kill us.
That's it.
That's all we got to say.
What are we gonna do about this board
and shit?
Throw it away.
Throw it away.
Throw all the liquor away.
Throw the board away.
Only leave the stuff that was sent.
Throw it all away.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Well, I know it was only gonna be
a matter of time before I met you
guys again.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Well, I see your mouth has grown up
just as well as you have.
Now, who's gonna tell me what happened?
Or did you all wake up hearing screams
and her saying she couldn't breathe?
You got jokes and shit, don't you?
Yeah, all right.
Not at all.
Someone lost their life and I just want
to get to the bottom of it, you
know, so I can tell the family why
their loved one isn't gonna
come home anymore.
We want to tell you what happened.
Well, I'm all ears, son.
Unless, of course, you
need an attorney present.
It all started when I got this box.
Oh, yeah?
What kind of box?
The kind a gift would come in.
Go on.
So I opened it.
What was in it?
I don't know.
Some voodoo kind of doll.
It had needles sticking out of it and
blood all around it.
Well, I hope you guys aren't making any
witches mad now, are you?
My fucking god, bro.
No, ma'am.
I would hope not.
Anyway, DJ and I went back to Brucie's,
trying to figure out if it was just
a joke or something.
Bianca opened some alcohol,
started drinking, and now
she's dead.
So none of you know where this moonshine
came from?
Moonshine?
Really?
No, we don't.
None of us had anything.
We don't know where it came from or
who gave it to her.
Well, we sent it off for processing, so
the lab should be able to tell us
what was in it.
Hopefully.
Next is tracing who would have given it
to her.
Mighty strange you said you'd see us again.
Oh, really, Mr. Muscles?
And why is that?
That bottle opener has some ring like that
you'd be talking.
Look here, young in,
I've been doing this since
way longer before you've been born.
I know trouble when I see it.
Man, fuck you.
You don't care about
what happened to Bianca.
You seem happy about it, actually.
Well, how ironic.
That's exactly what I
thought about you, strong
guy.
Man, fuck this shit.
I'm out of here.
Whoa, whoa.
Why don't we take this conversation to the
station?
I'll catch up later with your homeboys and
get their statement.
Anyway.
What is this?
It's the box that I received.
Oh, okay.
We'll send it to the lab for processing
and see if they come up with anything.
Meantime, why don't you guys go wait by
my car so we can go to the
station?
Just let me give this to an officer
first.
(insects trilling)
So when are you going to tell him
about us?
Do you really think right now is the
best time for all that?
Okay, but you say that every time, though.
Look, you know I'm going through some shit
right now.
I just lost my best fucking friend like
two hours ago.
Do you not get that?
Okay, I'm sorry.
Look, I gotta go.
I gotta go pick up.
No, hey, you coming to
Ricky's costume party?
Man, I don't know.
It's too much weird shit going on to
think about some party.
Well, it's we first and, you know.
Plus, I got a sexy little costume.
I know you want to see it.
Yeah?
What kind?
Well, you're just gonna
have to come tonight
if you want to find out.
Yeah, I think I might.
You smell like perfume up in here, nigga.
That's why you went missing half the day.
You went to the city to get some
ass, huh?
No, bro.
You know me.
I'm happy right here around town and shit.
Yeah, bro.
That is true.
That's true.
What's good, though?
You straight?
No, hell no.
Really not.
Yeah, bro.
I'm already knowing.
I just got off the phone with your
mom's bro.
She said she's been calling you all day
and you're not picking up.
Yeah, man.
I just ain't really want to talk to
nobody, bro.
All they gonna do is cry.
I was going to make me cry.
Trying to be strong.
I didn't cry enough.
I hear you with all that.
I hear you.
But Bianca was family, bro.
And it hurts when you lose family.
It's just I feel a little bit sad.
I mean, Bianca was family to everybody.
So we all a little bit sad right
now.
Just know we love you, bro.
We're here for you.
Man, fuck all that confidence shit, man.
I got something to make sure we stay
safe.
Oh, yeah?
What's that?
This.
Bro, what the fuck, bro?
Where'd you get that shit?
Don't worry about it.
I got it.
I got us.
I'm gonna take us up.
Got another thing coming.
Is it loaded?
Yeah.
Hold it.
No, I'm cool, bro.
Like your OG just said, bro.
We've been in so much shit already today.
I ain't trying to get it no more
mess.
I feel like a little bitch right now,
bro.
Did you not see what the fuck happened
to be?
Bro, this shit is real.
I'm gonna fuck out here.
This shit ain't no fucking prank.
I hear you with all that.
But shit just got real today, bro.
So what the fuck made you need a
gun before that?
Man, before don't matter.
Only right not do.
Whatever.
You say that now.
Who is?
I don't know, bro.
Say I'm gonna call it.
Maybe that crazy motherfucker again.
They actually put on speaker.
Hello?
Hello?
Yo, what's good, bro?
Y'all sliding by the spot tonight or
what?
This nigga.
Man, didn't you just hear about beat dying
like two hours ago?
Come on now.
This small ass town.
You know I'm paying her.
Shit.
That's why we trying to turn the fuck
up.
We're trying to celebrate my little boo.
And you know, she loved a good costume
party.
Right about that, though.
She didn't let us.
That's what I'm saying, bro.
Come to walk.
I'll be there.
Shit.
My sister on her way.
She invited a few little home girls and a
couple of the guys that they come to.
So what's it at?
I'm gonna slide you to Addie right now,
bro.
I bet.
I bet.
So what you think?
And I don't know shit.
All this weird shit going on, man.
Like cool, you know, just to go to
get all my ass off of this shit.
Yeah, you're right about that, though.
I'd have to go by the crib to
grab something to wear.
No, I think by the crib, bro.
I'm going to see what we got going
on at the back.
I ain't got time to see my mama
right now.
Fuck around.
Walk her up in the crib or some
shit.
Yeah.
Hey, should we call TJ and Mark?
Hell no.
Fuck them.
Hell no.
They're probably off
holding hands and praying or
some shit.
Well, considering how
this day going, we all
could use some prayer right now.
Yeah.
The only motherfucker
that shouldn't pray is the
motherfucker who heard me pray at the 12
o'clock before I do.
Damn, I think my balls might actually be
frozen.
You didn't need to know that, bro.
You didn't need to know that.
That's too much information for me.
Bro, you're my brother.
I don't care.
Get your ass in there.
All right, bro.
Act like niggas just can't talk.
No, you can't.
I don't want to hear about that shit.
All right.
Hey, but real quick.
What's up?
Before we go in there, bro, let's talk.
Okay, let's go.
(muffled club music)
So, bro, are you sure you're up for
this after all that shit
that's happened today?
I mean, after all that happened today, I
think we need this shit.
Yeah, I look at you on that, bro.
Hopefully, we can just go in there and
escape all this bullshit
that's just been happening.
Even though half the
motherfuckers in there are
going to be double A's.
Yeah, type shit, type shit, but you know,
fuck it.
Oh, wait, shit.
Before I forget, turn on your location on
your phone.
I'm going to share my shit too, all
right?
I need to know where you at at
all times.
You should do good, bro.
I got you, bro.
Cool.
Look, I just shared it with you.
Bet.
Bet.
Just sent mine.
Cool.
Cool.
All right.
It should be a peace of mind, bro.
What's up?
If we get separated for any reason, you
call me, all right?
I got you.
Cool.
All right.
All right, bro.
Let's go up in there and see what's
up with these fatty youngins.
Type shit, you feel me?
For sure.
Hey, but wait, who are you supposed to
be anyway, nigga?
Well, with such short
notice, nigga, I'm me.
Fuck you talking about?
Now, who is you and why you trying
to be funny and shit?
Bruh.
Hey, look, you can just call me Ike
Turner, nigga, because
I'm about to get some
pussy tonight.
Nigga, you ain't getting no ass.
Fuck you mean?
Fuck you talking about?
Get your ass up in this
motherfucking house,
nigga.
I'm a little hater, bro.
I'm about to get ass-eyed.
Hey, there them boys go.
Shit, what it is?
How you feeling?
Man, shit, if you
already know, it's chilly.
I had to put one in the air
for my baby mama.
Nigga, ain't you on probation?
And you know I never gave a fuck,
boy.
Fuck 12.
Hell, yeah.
Especially that bitch-ass
detective that's been fucking
with us all day.
Shit on your ass, huh?
Damn.
Shit, it's wild we're
having a Bianca, though.
Excuse me.
Hey, Rachel.
What you looking for?
And who is this?
She called me Brucey.
What's your name?
I don't know.
I might tell you if you can have
a couple drinks with me.
Sound like a plan.
Okay, come on.
Hey, bro.
What's up?
Remember, that phone, nigga.
I got you, bro.
Uh, you don't have to worry about him.
I'm gonna text you in a minute, okay?
What'd you say about Ike turning up?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I don't care how much
you're beating, though,
nigga.
That fucking phone.
Y'all Gucci, bro?
Yeah, we cool.
I just don't want to go missing that
phone.
Damn.
Birkin that kitty costume, baby.
Hell, yeah.
Thank you, bro.
Hey, I'm gonna go see what's to these
motherfuckers in here.
I'm gonna holler at you later.
All right.
I'm gonna definitely see you later, baby.
What the fuck going on with that?
Jealous?
That lame-ass nigga?
Old-ass nigga?
Fuck no.
Fuck out of here with that shit.
I think you're jealous.
Nah.
I think I kind of like it.
You wanna go upstairs?
Yeah.
So, why didn't you text me about if
you were coming or not?
I'm sorry.
My mind's just been clouded.
So, how do you think that makes me
feel?
Worrying about you?
Having to sneak around to see you?
To make sure you're okay?
To let you know you're not alone?
I mean, how do you expect us to
keep going on like this?
I don't want to keep our relationship a
secret.
Well, you can't just want me behind closed
doors.
Man, here you go with this shit, man.
Like, Bianca just died.
She just fucking died.
Not even 24 hours ago and here you
go trying to argue with me with this
bullshit.
Man, I'm not trying to argue, okay?
Look, I care about you and I want
to be able to do so in the
way that I want to do it.
Yeah, I understand that.
But can you give me some time to
make sure that's not an issue?
Bianca, no.
Yeah, I told her because, you know, I
figured she wouldn't
tell nobody until I was
able to be told.
That's how much I loved her.
She loved me the same.
Respected me the same.
She did look at me differently.
I feel, I feel so alone.
And the only person I was able to
express myself to is gone.
She's gone.
She's gone.
She's not fucking coming back.
And I'm so fucked up about it.
So, all I'm asking is for a little
time.
Can I get that, please?
I'm sorry.
I'm here.
Okay, please, please
don't think I'm not because
I'm right here.
And I want you to be.
But all I'm asking is for a little
understanding.
Is that okay?
I can do that.
Thank you.
So where do your little friends run off
to?
Your guess is as good as mine, detective.
He can be a real hothead, huh, that
Walter?
I mean, he can be.
But nowadays just about everybody is.
Monica's not.
And you're not either.
I think it's just a facade you have
on when you're with others sometimes.
But you know what?
I think you're a good kid, Tim.
It doesn't seem like it's what you know.
Seeing as how you got some sort of
vendetta against us.
Oh, please.
I don't hold grudges.
I just wanted to get to the bottom
of the truth with everything.
And honestly, I felt like we didn't get
that from any of you.
Could be the reason why you're sitting here
today.
I mean, y'all do have a history
of pranking folks.
I got the records.
Talked to your classmates.
And that's how I knew I would see
you guys again.
Not one of you guys have changed from
the last time I met you.
The suspect list in Bianca's death is going
to be like a binder full.
Tim, do you understand the havoc that you
guys have all been
wreaking in this community?
I mean, we never meant to hurt anybody.
Yet that's all you have ever done.
So what can you tell me about all
of this?
What do you think led to the murder
of Bianca?
I'm not sure.
You sure about that?
I mean, I thought you all were close,
right?
I wouldn't say we were close.
Our connection came through TJ.
I only hung around them because I wanted
to be around him.
See, no, no, no.
That's not what we're gonna do.
I know that this is a small town
and we may do some small town shit,
but I never heard of
somebody hanging around
a bunch of crazy
motherfuckers for over three
years just because she got a crush on
one of the little boys.
Hang out with the boy.
Why tolerate being around all of them?
I know.
I always tell TJ he acts like he
needs to be liked by them for them
to accept him, but maybe deep down part
of me did too.
So I'm gonna need more details on the
argument, who you may have thought sent the
box, and anything of that nature.
I'm just trying to get to the bottom
of this, okay?
They like to prank people.
That's why we were arguing.
They wanted me to and I didn't want
to.
What type of prank?
The pranks vary with each person.
I tried to tell them they were taking
it too far.
What do you mean they were taking it
too far?
They were causing some
serious harm with some
of the things that they were doing to
people.
There's this point board
with everybody and everything
they've ever done and they got rid of
it when they called 911 for Bianca.
It's in a trash bin across an alley
behind Brucie's.
That's why I thought one of them sent
the box.
They told me that I would be next
and they said how could they have sent
the box if they were all at Brucie's,
nobody left, and they had just decided I
was the next one to prank.
What do you think the prank against you
would consist of?
Who knows, but knowing them it would have
been the worst one yet.
Okay, I'm gonna have an officer try to
retrieve the poster
board that you mentioned.
Now the box had your prints, TJ's, and
a couple of others which I'm assuming is
everybody else because
you all handled it, but
other than that it's clean.
Do you have one of those doorbell camos?
I wish.
My dad says the lord watches over us
so what do we need a camera for?
Daddy real old school religion, huh?
Yeah, yeah he is.
Can I call him?
Yeah, of course.
We're done here.
The officer can take you home.
Thank you.
Look, Monica, I'm glad you let me know
everything.
Now we're over to start.
I'm sure you're the only one who is,
but thank you.
Don't worry, everything
will be fine, all right?
Hmm.
Well, seems like we have
some new information.
What is this about a poster board or
some shit a five-year-old would create?
What, you got fucking
jokes now or something?
I don't know what you're talking about.
We're not making a presentation.
What poster?
Well, you need to talk to your little
girlfriend about that.
Seems like you two have
a miscommunication going
on.
I don't know what she told y'all,
okay, but I don't know anything about no
fucking poster.
Yeah, we'll see about that.
Look, man, are we done?
I need to get home.
You're free to go, son.
I'll have an officer escort you.
No, no, no, I'm good.
I think I can find my own way
home.
T.J., T.J., wait, what's wrong?
Yo, I can't fucking believe you.
Me?
After all the shit that's gone down you
really think I'm the one to blame?
Really, T.J.? That doesn't mean that you
had to go running your fucking mouth about
a fucking poster that was supposed to be
in the garbage.
There's no reason that she should have been
asking me about that.
You know what?
It's about time somebody said something.
Bianca is dead.
Not only is she dead, but somebody fucking
killed her.
Do you not get that?
You know what?
You're just like the rest of them.
Have a good night, and don't bother ever
contacting me again.
Wait, Monica, Monica, wait, wait.
What?
I don't think that we should be splitting
up right now.
Yeah?
Well, I'd rather be killed alone than be
killed with you.
Shit.
(slow rap music)
Boyfriend at?
I don't have one of those.
Is that right?
Yes.
I can't even tell you that.
I'd like to explore.
(tense music)
Explore what exactly?
Shit, you know, if you let me.
Oh, you're trying to fuck, fuck, huh?
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
Hey, hey, come on, man, come on.
I didn't do nothing.
Come on.
You good there?
Yeah, yeah, I'm straight.
(phone beeps)
Is that my phone or yours?
No, I think it's me.
Let me see.
What the fuck?
What's wrong?
Brucey sent me his location.
Wait, why?
Isn't he here?
What the fuck?
I thought, but apparently he's fucking not.
But why would he leave?
He knows how paranoid you've been.
Fuck if I know, man.
I'm gonna call his ass.
I'm sorry.
He's a little tied up at the moment.
Who the fuck is this, and where the
fuck is Bruce?
Do you really think you have any room
to question me?
I'm the one in charge.
Okay.
All right.
All right.
You're right.
Okay.
Just, just don't hurt him.
All right.
Why don't you come to meet me?
You or him?
All right.
Yeah.
All right.
Cool.
Yeah.
Just tell me where, but don't hurt him.
I wonder how he knew that he knew
he was fucking his first real love.
And fuck you, bitch.
There he goes.
There's that arrogant cocky asshole.
All right, man.
Just, just don't hurt my friend.
All right.
Just, just don't fucking hurt him.
Friends, you say?
I never knew friends
fucked each other, though.
Fuck!
Fuck!
What?
Babe, what is wrong?
Is Brucie okay?
I don't fucking know, man.
I bet it was just that bitch she
was with, man.
Bitch?
What bitch, Walt?

Damn!
No, no, no.
Don't touch her.
You don't want to find any prints on
her ass.
Shit.
All right.
All right.
Fuck.
What should we do?
What should we do?
Okay, let's just get the fuck out of
here.
No, but like, what should we do?
Okay, well, call the fucking police.
What if Bruce is dead?
No, no, no.
We don't know that.
Okay?
So let's just call the police, and we'll
get the fuck out of here.
Okay?
Babe, I don't want you to get hurt.
And I don't want you getting hurt.
So let's just go.
Okay?
Shit.
Shit!
Okay.
Um, um, okay.
Carpets off of your phone.
Tell them that there's a killer here.
I can't have them tagging me.
Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo.
Y'all gotta come quick.
Everybody downstairs is dead.
Nigga, you don't see this bitch right here
dead, too?
Nigga, are you serious right now?
Okay, no, no, no.
I don't want you going anywhere.
This motherfucker got my brother.
Hey!
Now, that's gangster, homie!
Fuck, I never thought I'd be this happy
to see your ass, bro.
Man, did I tell you to call me
if something fucking happened to you, bro?
How the fuck was I gonna do that
when I was trying to get away from
that crazy bitch?
Didn't you see what did to her neck?
Yeah.
Get that bitch's fucking head off.
Exactly.
Didn't you see what I was trying to
make like a bird and fly the fuck
out of there?
Well, you clearly ain't
got your fucking wings,
chick.
You clearly ain't going no fucking where.
Let's get the fuck home, man.
Damn, give me your wife.
Get the fuck home.
Let's go.
Get the fuck out of here.
Fuck!
I'm gonna call TJ.
I'm gonna call TJ.
I'm gonna call TJ.
All right, man.
Shit.
Fuck, TJ, TJ.
Yes, bro, bro, bro.
Yes, bro, bro.
Me and Brucie, we're at the Older Band
Theater on Womack Road, bro.
You gotta come get us, bro.
You gotta come, bro.
Bro.
What happened?
Fuck!
My phone died.
Fuck!
Fuck!
Bro, I gotta take a piss, bro.
You gotta what?
All that shit!
Nigga, I'm scared.
I gotta pee.
You piss when you scared?
Fuck that!
Where the fuck are you going?
Fuck!
(dramatic music)
Why shoot this motherfucking man?
You took the bullets out my fucking gun?
Wait, nigga!
Bro.
Bro, calm the fuck down.
Fuck all that calm down shit, nigga.
Answer the fucking question.
Look, you know I know this town better
than anybody, bro.
What?
That doesn't even make sense now, nigga.
Fuck that.
Hell no.
Come on, man.
I'm trying to tell you.
I was in high school for like seven
years, bro.
And I danced all the time to get
high.
And this is one of the only abandoned
locations in town.
No, no, no.
This shit don't even
fucking sound right, bro.
All these dead motherfuckers
popping up and then
you just appear?
No, I'm cool on that.
I'm cool, bro.
So what the fuck?
You trying to accuse me of being the
killer?
Yeah.
Really?
Did you forget I was with y'all
when the motherfucker
was running around the entire
house killing everyone?
And here your ass is, yet alive.
Kill that shit, dawg.
You sound silly as hell.
And low-key, you blowing my eyes.
Fuck that.
Ricky!
Ricky, Ricky, Ricky, Ricky.
I told you I wasn't the damn killer.
Now I gotta die sober, cuz of your
ass.
Really?
Whoa!
Brucie, are y'all in here?
DJ, help!
Fucking help, bro!
Oh shit.
Just keep yelling to me, bro.
I'm coming.
What the fuck happened?
He killed him, bro.
He fucking killed him.
Fuck, is that Ricky?
Didn't that nigga graduate
like three years ago?
Wait.
Wait, whoa.
Where's Brucie?
I thought it was him.
I thought it was him.
That's...
That's my fault.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck, bro.
Look.
It's OK.
It's OK.
But we need to leave.
And we need to leave now.
OK?
Come on, bro.
Let's go.
My bad, bro.
I'm sorry.
But that's what you get for looking at
my bitch, nigga.
Oh, fuck.
Come on, bro.
Let's go.
Whoa.
You think it's the cops?
I don't fucking know.
Oh, fuck.
OK.
It's Hernandez.
Fuck!
What the fuck happened?
Is that blood all over you?
What the fuck you think happened?
Niggas is in there dying.
And just like the movies, y'all always
show up after the fact.
And yes, it's fucking blood on me.
Take that to your little test or whatever
the fuck it is y'all do with
it.
You know it, Walter.
You're a real jerk-off.
Now tell me what the fuck is going
on here.
Are you hurt?
Damn, lady.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Where's your partner?
Are you fucking kidding me?
You called me.
Other officers are gone
over an explosion on
Merchester.
Half the other staff is out on some
house that got slaughtered.
So I'm sorry, Tim.
So sorry.
You're stuck with me.
Rick's dead.
Who?
Who the fuck is Rick?
Oh, wait.
That stoner asshole guy
that graduated like nine
years ago?
And what do you mean he's dead?
Yes.
That stoner asshole dead.
Dead, dead.
Like not breathing.
No more.
Dead.
So now what?
I don't know.
Call for backup or some shit.
What are you asking me for?
Oh my God.
Okay.
Well, can we hurry this up?
Because it's kind of cold out here, lady.
So can we wrap this up and me
and him can go the fuck home where
it's safe?
Can't you call that one bitch?
What's her name?
Detective Shelley.
Call her.
Fuck.
Jesus.
Hello?
Shelley.
Fuck.
Fuck?
The fuck you mean, fuck?
How did you assholes know to come here?
The fucking killer, man.
He fucking picked up
Bruce's fucking phone and
said, come here.
Okay?
And so where's Bruce now?
And how do you know he's not in
all of this?
How the fuck am I supposed to fucking
know?
Last time I checked, he was right there.
Stabbed in the fucking leg.
So your guess is as good as mine.
What's up with the backup?
For right now, let's just go get in
the car.
Get in the car?
Get in the car?
Lady, are you nuts?
Fuck, no, I'm not getting in the fucking
car tonight.
Hell no.
You got me fucked.
Why?
Why can't we just meet you at the
station?
I can drive us there.
Because it's not an option, Tim.
Fuck you mean it's an option?
From what I see, your boy's two options
is to get in the car willingly or
get in with your hands behind your back.
Behind my back?
Oh, you really are fucking crazy.
Hell no.
You want me to get in the fucking
car with my hands tied behind my back?
Was that killer on the loose?
Got me fucked up, baby.
Hell no.
Where is Ricky located?
I want to go out there and see
what I can find.
It's inside the fucking building.
Just go in there and fucking look.
I don't fucking know.
And can you roll the fucking window up?
I'm fucking cold.
I can't.
I have to hear when backup comes.
Oh, backup come.
Ain't that some fucking shit?
I knew this would all happen.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
It means when I met you guys four
years ago, I knew all of this shit
would happen.
Oh, so look, she can tell the future
now.
Oh, really?
So tell me, so since you can see
the future, when you
had your premonition, was
I beating your ass in it?
Because that's what I'm about to do.
So you fight women too, huh?
Well, if you want to act like a
nigga, you can get whooped like one.
Since you want to walk around thinking that
you tough, cause you walking around with a
gun and a badge, but you ain't shit
without it.
Oh, yeah?
And you ain't shit
without your little friend.
Better yet, you so weak, you can't even
stand up to them when they're in the
wrong.
Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, don't get quiet now.
You was just Mike Tyson, remember?
That substance that was on that kid's hands
four years ago was ketchup.
It was fucking ketchup.
Yeah.
And now innocent people
are dying because of
you.
But guess what?
And neither do I.
Yo, what the fuck did you just say?
What the fuck was that?
We've been in here for a minute.
Where's the backup?
Long ass fucking time, actually.
Yeah.
Hold on, let me call and make sure
everything's okay.
Hello, dispatch?
Dispatch, do you copy?
Fuck.
That doesn't work either.
Of course, of course, of course.
Hey, bro, we finna die.
We finna fucking die.
This motherfucker got
the window open and shit.
No sense of fucking survival.
Can you just go to the station where
it's light and other people and, you know,
fucking safety?
Look, I said it once and I will
not say it again.
We have to stay here.
(screaming)
Hey, Sissy.
Guess what?
I'm going to a sleepover tonight.
I'm so glad it was you.
Let's go.
We're gonna have so much fun.
I'm so excited, Sissy.
I'll finally have some friends.
Oh, fuck.
Monica.
Walt.
Walt, you good?
Hell no, man.
You see what happens when you don't close
the fucking window?
What the fuck is all this shit?
Hey, what the fuck is that above me,
bro?
What is that?
I don't know, bro.
It looks like a box or something.
Box?
Like what kind of box?
Like we're talking about
a shoebox or something?
I don't know, Walt.
I could barely move my neck without this
shit cutting me.
I never knew you had to move your
fucking neck to look right in front of
you.
Nigga, I don't got time for your fucking
shit right now.
Oh shit, is that Bruce?
Is he dead?
Bruce.
Bruce, hey, what the fuck is going on?
Bruce!
I'm so glad that you all can make
it for our sleepover!
Sleepover?
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
Who the fuck are you?
The question isn't who the fuck am I.
The question is who the fuck was she?
Detective Shelley?
But did you even remember hers?
Did you?
Nigga, I said, did you?
No, no, no, no.
Hey, what the fuck are you doing?
What the fuck are you doing?
What are you doing?
Hey!
Unlike you, I'm not going to stab him
in the back.
I just want his ass to wake the
fuck up.
Bruce, get out!
Bruce!
Where the fuck am I?
Oh shit.
Bruce, you gotta go, bro.
You gotta get out of here.
Go get some help.
Who the fuck?
You?
I'm so sorry.
You missed the beginning of our show.
But don't worry.
It's just about to conclude.
Oh, you fucking bitch.
You fucking psycho, crazy ass bitch.
Brucie, Brucie, bro, you gotta go, bro.
You gotta get out of here.
Go, go, go get some help.
Get the fuck out of here!
Motherfucker, don't you
see my leg's stabbed up?
How the hell do you think I'm gonna
run away from this crazy bitch?
I don't know, let's say she bite your
head with a bitch or something.
Ah, fuck, ah, ah, TJ, TJ, ah, what
the fuck?
Stop crying like a bitch.
Now don't move.
I wouldn't want you to get cut.
And then this bitch lost her fucking mind.
Well, now that everybody is here, I think
it's showtime.
Showtime?
Showtime?
You really think this is like a fucking
movie, don't you?
Yes, Walter, it is.
And I even brought a special guest.
Let me go get him.
Now don't y'all go nowhere.
Fuck, fuck.
Walt, Walt, can you get loose?
But hell no, man, she's got this shit
tight, tight as fuck.
All right.
Hey, hey, you ready?
Is that Stephanie?
What the fuck is she doing here?
You should be asking Walter that.
Hey, man, shut the fuck up or I'll
fucking kill you.
Ask Walt.
Fuck you mean, ask Walt?
Well, maybe, because
he's been fucking her for
almost a year now.
What?
Man, man, man, don't
fucking believe her, bro.
She's fucking lying, man.
Don't believe me, you say.
Why don't we ask Stephanie that?
Please let me go, Walter.
Please help me, baby, please.
It's going to be okay, baby.
It's going to be okay.
Baby?
What the fuck?
So you mean this shit is true?
You're supposed to be my fucking brother.
What the fuck were you thinking, man?
Yo, I thought you were at the lowest
when you played me and Monica, but what
happened to Bianca?
I know, man.
Bro, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, man.
Nah, man, nah.
Ain't some shit you just apologize for and
think it's going to be okay.
Really?
You're upset?
You're the one who broke my heart and
Walter was just there to help me heal.
Yeah, because that
motherfucker told me to break
up with you.
Bros before hoes, remember?
But I guess that was some shit because
he wanted you all along.
Man, that's some old
backstabbing shady ass shit,
man.
Yeah, I know, man.
I'm sorry, bro.
I'm sorry.
Fuck, man!
All this?
All this whole fucking prank?
Prank that ended my
sister's life, you piece
of shit.
She was so happy.
So happy to finally be accepted.
Liked.
Loved.
Noticed.
By somebody else other than me.
You not only tricked her.
You robbed her of the opportunity of having
anything good.
And then you prance around here like her
life never even mattered.
Well, guess what, Walter?
It mattered to me.
Hey, yo, what the fuck?
What the fuck?
What the fuck is that?
What the fuck is beeping?
Oh, it's just the countdown to your last
show.
Why don't you go?
I want to choke.
No, no, no, please.
Please, please don't hurt him.
Please don't hurt him.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
It was just a fucking prank.
It was just a fucking prank.
If you weren't still going
around hurting people.
But it's like her life and her death
meant nothing.
Well, guess what, bitch?
That was my sister you killed and she
meant every fucking thing to me.
Fuck.
Look, look, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Okay, I'm sorry.
It was just a fucking prank.
I'm sorry.
So now I'm going to kill your ass.
No, no, please, please.
(music intensifies)
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Brucey, Brucey, bro.
I'm sorry, bro.
Fuck you, nigga.
No, no, no, please, please.
Okay, look, whatever you want.
Look, we're sorry.
We didn't mean for any of this to
happen.
You had four years to show that you
were sorry.
And Stan just showed you didn't give a
fuck.
So guess what?
Neither do I.
Wait, wait, no, stop,
stop, wait, wait, stop,
wait, no, stop, stop, no.
Boy, you fucking killed him.
Well, if that made your
stomach sick, you're
going to need a whole bucket for what
I got next.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I mean, if you asked me that, you
should probably ask yourself too, right?
You're a fucking crazy bitch.
I'm going to fucking kill you when I
get out of here.
Do you realize that's
what everybody says in
a situation like this?
But you're not getting out of here.
So you're just going to fucking kill us
all?
Well, that was the plan.
You think you're going to get away with
it, huh?
I'll tell you.
You see, I already have, you know, the
real Detective Donna Shelley.
She'll never be found.
I'm insure of that.
That's not even your real name.
You're not even a real fucking cop.
Well, of course not.
Look at me.
My racist, stupid ass
parents refused to let
me see them.
They went all the way across town to
some small, hick town to insure that I
couldn't even find them.
So, courtesy of the real
Detective Donna Shelley,
I made sure that I found her.
I'd never lose her again.
But oh, you made sure I did.
And now forever.
So now I have nothing.
She was everything.
All that I had.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Look, we're sorry.
We didn't mean for anybody to get hurt.
Okay, but Monica and I were sleeping, okay?
We didn't even know what happened.
Yeah, but you still
didn't say anything when
you found out.
Both of you stuck your necks out for
your friends while they were hurting all of
these people.
So save your fucking
excuses because you don't
count.
Please just let me go.
I had nothing to do with any of
this.
Be quiet.
Be quiet.
I know.
I know.
It's time to make a special appearance.
What?
What appearance?
In a scene called...
Bitch, you gotta die too.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Damn.
I mean, the girl had been screaming since
I put the tape off her mouth but
didn't even think to scream for her own
murder.
Ain't that some shit?
You're really fucking crazy.
Oh well.
My therapist said the same shit.
You know, after Maya's death, I just kinda
lost it.
I ain't going to the hospital.
I'm fucking bleeding to death.
Look, look, look, look.
What happened with
your sister, it wasn't right,
okay?
In the way that we've been carrying on
these past four years,
it wasn't right either,
okay?
We're sorry.
And if you just gave us the chance,
we'd love to prove that to you.
But please, please, okay?
Bruce, he's hurt.
He needs hospital.
What do you mean he's hurt?
I ain't even touched
the motherfucker yet for
him to be hurt.
I figured you would say some shit like
that.
So I have a surprise.
You're all new.
Let's see if you still feel the same
after seeing this shit.
You know, we could never tell TJ about
this.
I know.
He's been about this shit for forever.
He's so great, he's like-Mm, yeah,
so just keep that down, you've been acting
so he doesn't get suspicious.
I got you.
I can keep a secret if you can't,
right?
What?
What the fuck?
Brucie, what the fuck is this shit, bro?
What the-This was my fucking brother,
what the fuck?
I know, bro, I know.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, man, okay?
Damn.
Y'all been fucking
each other's girlfriends, y
'all might as well just have an orgy.
This shit not a fucking game!
Actually, TJ, it is.
So why don't we continue?
Nah, come on, man.
Oh, yeah.
Why don't we call it pick or die?
What the fuck?
What the fuck do you mean pick or
die?
Well, I mean, it's three of y'all
here.
Fuck.
And two minutes ago,
you offered yourself up.
But now that you see that these two
don't care about you the way that you
care about them, pick one of them or
die.
Come on, bro, don't listen to this crazy
bitch, man.
She crazy.
She been stalking us all day, making our
lives a living hell.
Come on, bro.
I don't know if family fuck each other's
girlfriends, but you learn
something new every day,
right?
Must be that small town shit.
Man, shut the fuck up.
Please.
Look, please.
Please.
Please don't do this.
Okay, look, I'm begging you.
Okay, whatever you want.
Please just don't do it.
20 seconds.
Come on, bro, TJ.
We've been tight since shorties, bro.
You wasn't saying that when you was fucking
Monica behind my back.
Come on, bro.
I love you.
You ain't never fucking love me.
You think you just like Walt?
The two backstabbing ass motherfuckers.
Don't say that, bro, please.
I'm supposed to be
family over everything, but
you betrayed me.
That bitch ain't mean nothing to me.
Yeah.
But she meant something to me.
So I'll pick you.
Are you fucking serious, bro?
You're gonna pick this bitch over me?
You fucking pussy-whipped ass nigga.
And how you pussy-whipped her?
You didn't even get none.
Because she was too busy giving it to
you.
You backstabbing ass bitch.
It's fucked up, bro.
Fuck.
It's fucked up, bro.
(music intensifies)
(screaming)
Now that was fun.
I feel like a workout and everything.
Damn.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Well, I think you made a good choice,
TJ.
But why are we here for Monica?
Thank you so much.
I'm so sorry.
Thank you so much, TJ.
I love you.
I love you.
Aw, that's so sweet.
But I think it's time for a round,
shall we?
But why don't we let Monica choose?
What?
Well, yeah, TJ got his turn.
It's only right that she get hers.
Are you fucking serious right now?
Looking at all the gay
motherfuckers, you should
know I was never planning to begin with.
So again, Monica, pick or fucking die.
I don't want to.
You have 30 seconds.
I don't want to.
Please.
Please.
Please just let us go.
Please.
Fuck.
20 seconds.
Look, look, look.
Monica.
Monica, look, look.
I saved you.
Okay?
I don't want to die, TJ.
What?
I let Boosie fucking die for you.
Well, considering his backstabbing
ways, he probably would've
did the same thing.
Fuck you.
Fuck, I can't fucking believe this.
I can't fucking believe you, Monica.
Yo, first you fuck my friend behind my
back.
You make me choose you over him.
And then on top of that, now you're
saying you don't know
who you should choose.
Clearly, I guess
fucking clearly, I was just
never a fucking option for you.
Damn.
Well, this got personal, didn't it?
But y'all running out of time.
10 seconds.
Shit.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, TJ.
I choose you.
Wow, you fucking bitch.
She's gonna kill us all.
We're all gonna die here.
Yeah.
Yeah.
She didn't kill me.
You did.
You fucking did.
Fucking look at me.
Did you know that my sister loved to
cook?
Please.
Please don't do this.
And cook.
And did you know her favorite thing to
do in the kitchen though?
Please, please, please,
please, please don't.
Please don't.
No.
No.
She loved cutting shit up.
You know, bell peppers, onions, meat.
What do you think of that?
No matter what you do, I'll look for
your back.
Yeah.
Fuck you, TJ.
You were so good at it.
You were just like her favorite part.
And this is mine.
Now, no one will bring it back.
But killing you makes you feel a lot
better.
Oh.
Looks like my job here is done.
I know you went along with all their
bullshit, Monica.
You're nothing like them.
You were raised in a church by a
God-fearing man.
Wow.
Thank you.
Oh, thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you, thank you.
I'm sorry.
And I promise I won't tell anybody.
I won't say anything.
I know you won't.
Thank you.
You're always the good one out of them.
I believed you wouldn't say anything.
Do it, bitch.
(slow music)
Look at all this shit.
Fuck.
I knew it.
Looks like the scene out of a fucking
horror movie.
I knew this would all end badly.
I knew it from the first time I
met them four years ago.
I told everybody.
Karma would come.
You sure did?
Shelly, where the hell have you been?
I couldn't reach you all night.
I was worried.
I know, and I'm sorry.
I was at that explosion scene, and it
took forever to get that shit out.
I heard a couple of the houses burnt
down, and some of our guys were injured,
too.
You know what?
I'm just glad you're okay.
And I'm glad you are.
Officer Briggs told me that you got grabbed
in a car and ended up in a
hospital.
Jesus, that sounds crazy.
It was.
Worse than to see in a homicidal shoot.
Literally, I was in the car with the
two boys, Tim and that asshole Walter.
And next thing I know, I'm getting gassed,
pulled out of the car, and hit over
the head.
I just got out of the hospital this
morning.
And, of course, came down here as soon
as possible in a taxi
against doctor's orders.
What?
You probably should be resting.
But I know your dedication to this job
comes right before your health.
Hey, for what it's worth, I'm glad you're
not under one of these tarps.
I'll go make some calls in Chicago and
see if we can get some assistance over
here.
Thanks.
I think that'll be a good idea.
We definitely could use
some outside resources to
help sort through this shit.
Yeah.
It's ironic, though.
You know?
All these kids getting
murdered, and the party,
the fires.
It seems like a
coincidence, don't you think?
You know what?
Funny you mentioned that.
Exactly four years to the date from the
Maya situation?
Who knows?
Maybe one of them couldn't take the guilt
and killed all the others
and then themselves.
Fuck.
I gotta notify all these
parents about these
kids.
I'll meet you at the station.
Let me know if there's anything that we
can tie into this mess, or the fires,
or how the other murders that took place.
Yeah.
Of course.
Ha ha ha!
(music intensifies)
Ha ha ha!
Ahh!
(music fades)