Trespass (1992) Movie Script
Check the replay.
Slow-mo.
I told you that motherfucker
was scandalous.
Now we get to break him off some.
He wouldn't have did it if
he didn't have somebody
down there in Houston to
help him get that package.
I wanna know who it is.
Wickey, set it up for
Saturday. I wanna do it
someplace way out, where
nobody is, off the track.
I got just the ticket, K.J.
- Stay back.
- Shit!
Here! I stole from Jesus Christ.
I hid it!
Fifth floor, my apartment.
I never told. Here, take it.
Take it! Save my soul!
Take it easy, we'll get ya out.
- Come on!
- Oh, forgive me, Jesus!
We're tryin' to save your life!
God! Agh!
Hey, Don, remember what that old guy said
about burnin' in hell and all?
This envelope here. I've been goin'
through it, fillin' out the report.
I think I figured out what he meant.
Huh, it's pretty wild.
"Orgill Brothers and Company.
Eugene Delong Employee I.D. card."
Eugene Delong was
the old man. Now, read this.
"St. Louis Herald, February 23rd, 1940."
"Catholic Church Looted And Vandalized."
Thieves broke into
St. Anthony's Church last night...
and made off with a fortune
in religious articles.
"Objects, most of which were pure gold,
were on special exhibit from Europe."
It's gold, solid gold.
Sweet Jesus.
I think it was old Eugene
that robbed this church.
Shoot, I'd say there ain't
no question about it.
We just solved a crime,
a 50-year-old crime.
- Wow, that's pretty wild.
- Hey, Vince.
I think our ship just come in.
This, my friend...
...is a treasure map.
All I'm saying is, come Saturday
why not drive up to East St. Louis,
find this factory and take a look around?
Now, I got a metal detector
at home, right? This
buddy o' mine and I used
to go prospectin' with it.
We bring some tools.
We check out the floor.
If ain't nothin' there,
it ain't no loss.
And if there is, like I said, why not?
Because it's crazy, Don. We can't just
walk in a factory, ripping up their floor.
Hey, I already called East St.
Louis information.
There ain't no listin' for
Orgill Brothers Company.
- They're outta business.
- Don, the deal is the guy robbed a church.
Even if the stuff was still there, I mean,
we couldn't just take it for ourselves.
Why not? The statute of limitations
on burglary is what?
Ten, fifteen years max.
Well, I mean, they probably already
collected on the insurance anyhow.
You bet your ass they did.
It's a million dollars
in gold, Vince.
It could be just layin'
there waitin' for us. This
could be the greatest
thing that we ever did.
I'm pretty sure we head south
once we get over the bridge.
That's East St. Louis
over there on the left.
Orgill Brothers should be
about a mile south o' town.
Then south it is, pard'.
Hey, you tell your girl
where we're goin' today?
You kidding?
I don't want her to think
I'm completely nuts.
I told her we were goin'
on a department field exercise.
Oh, so it's serious
between you two, huh?
- Weddin' bells?
- Yeah, maybe.
We've been gettin' along pretty
good lately. She's been real nice.
Well, I hope you have
better luck than I did.
What happened with you two anyway?
Just couldn't get along?
Yeah, I guess that about explains it.
What the hell ya gonna do?
At least we didn't have kids. Hey, remember
what I said about keepin' quiet...
...if we score so
the I.R.S. don't find out?
That goes double for Becky.
I don't want her gettin' her hands
on my share, not one thin dime.
Don't look like nobody
lives there, does it?
I guess that figures.
We're about a mile off the highway...
...and close to two miles
outside of town.
Well, that means if we find it,
we don't have to cut anybody else in.
Let's see.
Old Eugene's map has got it
between these two others.
So I'd make it that building
there with the fire escape.
Fifth floor, right?
Yeah. That'd be where
those arch windows are.
Ain't gonna leave it
parked out here though.
Somebody comes along, the vandal's gonna
have a field day with this thing.
Let's pull around back.
See if we can park out of sight.
We'll have to cut through the basement
of that buildin' back there.
But at least the truck'll be safe.
Goddamn. You always drive around packin'?
Like the man says: "Don't
leave home without it."
Especially when you go to East St. Louis.
I figure old Eugene's tenement's just
the other side of that buildin' behind us.
So, all we gotta do is
find the fifth floor.
Vince, old buddy... let's get rich.
Let's cut on through here.
Man, when I was a kid, I loved breakin'
into empty buildings and goin' explorin'.
I always wanted to find some lost
treasure or dead body...
...or a ghost so I could get my
picture in the local paper, you know.
"Local kid finds Jesse James' gun."
Be a big hero.
Yes, sir, when I was ten, I'd have thought
this was the greatest place on Earth.
When we find that gold, it will be.
I'll tell you one thing, guys that built
this place sure knew construction.
It's like the damn pyramids,
it's gonna outlast all of us.
Here, let's try on up this way.
Careful, step's loose.
Man, this place is really wild.
All these stairways and passages.
Huh, no wonder old Eugene
had to draw himself a map.
- Hey, you hear that?
- What do you think it is?
Shh.
Behind this door.
Jesus Christ.
Oh, God, that stinks.
Oh, God, oh.
What was that you said about wantin'
to find a body?
What the hell happened to his face?
Rats must have chewed it.
His hands too.
God, that's rank.
Look, poor bastard even had
his shoes on the wrong feet.
Yeah. Draft in here
is makin' the body swing.
Come on, let's close this up.
I guess we gotta report this.
We better find some
local cop and tell him...
Hey, bullshit.
This ain't none of our business. East St.
Louis cops can solve their own damn cases.
How long you think that
guy's been hangin' there?
Couple of months, maybe.
Maybe a little more.
Suicide, I figure.
Suicide? How do you know it wasn't murder?
Nobody murders somebody
by hanging 'em.
Yeah, but people that kill
themselves like to be
found. They usually leave
notes or somethin'.
What if it was murder?
You've been watching too
much television, Vince.
You're beginnin' to sound like Geraldo.
Hey, all I'm sayin' is, I think we oughta
report it, that's all.
Now, look. I didn't come all the way up
here to worry about some old stiff...
...who's probably been dead for months.
Now, you want to report it, fine. But
let's report it on the way home, alright?
I mean, the guy ain't goin' anywhere.
Okay. Okay, I guess you're right.
You damn right I'm right. I'll tell
ya something else I'm right about.
This is the fifth floor
and behind that door...
...that's where Eugene stashed his gold.
What'd I tell you, Vince?
This vestibule must lead
to where the apartments were.
I'd say old Eugene knew
what he was talkin' about.
Hey, look at that.
Peep slot.
Old-fashioned security.
We're gonna find that gold, Vince.
I'm tellin' you. I can smell it.
All right now, here we are.
We're back from the third window.
I'd make that one the third.
So maybe 'round in there, huh?
Let's find out.
There it is, Vince.
I told ya.
- Didn't I tell ya it was gonna be here?
- Stand back.
Go on. Go on.
Hit that thing!
Ha ha ha! Come on, Vince.
I knew we was gonna find it!
Come on!
Shit! Just some pipe
and an old junction box.
You know, we're probably gonna
find lots of this kind of stuff.
Maybe this is gonna take
longer than we thought.
I'm gonna keep scannin' the floor.
If I get a signal, you dig it up.
- And if you see anything, you let me know.
- Okay.
Hey, how come you get the easy job?
- It's my metal detector.
- Shi...
(Ice T feat Daddy Nitro - Depths of Hell")
- Whose wheels, man?
- I don't know.
I'm gonna drive
all around this place...
...and I better not see any more cars
other than Wickey's, right?
Why are you goin' off on me, Goose? Man, I
don't know whose car that is, all right?
- Give me a break.
- All right, Lucky.
Don't let this be no okey-doke.
Hey, Don, find anything?
No, just some more damn pipe.
I'm gonna check on through there.
Yeah, you do that.
Don! Goddamn!
Get him off me.
- Don!
- Freeze, asshole.
- Don't shoot me! Don't shoot me!
- Get up! Get up!
- What the hell you doin' jumpin' him like that?
- I piss on him.
I thought he was a crackhead
tryin' to steal my money.
Who are you? Talk!
Come on, I didn't take
that money from nobody.
It's all the money I got!
What are you doin' here?
I live here. What you
think, you dumb ass?
I've been hidin' in the
back ever since you come.
What's your name?
Bradlee.
Guess what, Mr Bradlee?
You're trespassin' here.
You're full of shit.
Don't nobody own these old buildings.
Yeah? Well I got a good mind
to take you down and bust you.
Oh man, give me a break!
You ain't gonna bust me for nothin'.
I oughta run your
ass in for breakin' in and
messing with my stuff.
Yeah, I ain't gonna give you a break.
I'm gonna take you down.
Get your fuckin' hands off me, man!
Get up!
As soon as I do, I'm
gonna kick your butt!
Try that again son, I'm gonna
blow your fuckin' head off!
You got no right
to be messin...
Get in there!
Sit down!
You got no right to be
treatin' me like this!
Who do you think you guys
are, coming in here?
Now, cover him. You know
how to use this thing?
What are you askin' me for?
- Do you know how to use it?
- Of course I know how to use it.
I was four fuckin' years in the State
Guard, but I don't want any part of this.
You're already part of it, now you
take it and keep him covered.
Take it!
Look, Don, he's just an old tramp, man.
I don't see why we just can't let him go.
What, so he can come back with the cops
and a whole bunch of his friends?
Hey, man, I ain't goin' back to no cops.
I ain't goin' to no cops!
Look, I don't care what you're doin' here.
I don't know nothin'.
- Cross your hands. Cross 'em!
- Damnit Don, we're gettin' in awful deep.
I thought we agreed if we found somebody
here, we cut 'em in on it.
I say he ain't entitled to jack shit.
Now you wanna cut him into
your share, you go right ahead.
Share of what?
- What you gray boys cookin' up?
- Keep your mouth shut, old man.
Now you listen to me, Vince.
I got mortgage payments on a house
that I just got kicked out of,
plus my own rent money which
they just jacked up on me,
plus fuckin' taxes that get
higher every fuckin' year...
just so that guys like him can keep
eatin' without doin' any work.
Now if that loot is here, buddy, I want it.
And I'm not gonna share it
with some old bum.
Look, I... I don't like this at all.
But you don't have to worry,
'cause nobody's gonna hurt ya, I promise.
What right you got to come bustin' in here,
messin' with a man's
shit and fuck it all up?
Look what you done to my floor.
How am I gonna live here?
Just look what you done.
I said I was sorry.
Look, I'll make it up to ya,
all right?
- Here's 40 bucks, okay?
- 40 bucks!
What, you gonna give me a mule too?
Fuck you.
Well, shit, if you don't
want it, I'll keep it.
We... Well.
Yeah, wait a minute, I'll take it.
Don! Don!
Somebody's comin'!
All right, he makes any noise,
you shut him up.
- How am I supposed to do that?
- Oh, shit.
He's a tied-up old man.
How hard can it be?
Bust him in the face
if he gets outta line.
Untie me and I'll bust
you in your fucking face.
Don, I'm not gonna duke
out some crazy old man.
Christ!
Will you understand the
fuckin' situation here?
I understand the
situation fine.
I got two white motherfuckers breakin'...
And you, I'm gonna go
through you like Ex-Lax.
Hey! Come back here!
Fuck you!
Hey, Don, this whole deal's goin' south.
Let's get the hell outta here.
I'm not leavin' here without that gold.
You stay here. I'm gonna
take a look around.
Anybody else live in this building?
Come on, just shake your head yes or no.
- Shit, I gave you 40 bucks!
- Fuck you.
All right, he'll be here any minute.
Wickey don't break his word.
He better be here, or
I'm gonna kick your
crippled ass all the way
back down those stairs.
Hey, man, why don't you relax, Goose?
I'm just tryin' to set things up.
He's right there.
Funny you picked up here. This is
where King James keeps his stash at.
- What you talkin' about?
- It's right over there in the air vent.
Don't be bullshittin' me.
Man, I ain't bullshittin'.
I'll go get it for you.
Yo, whoa whoa whoa, what's up?
You think I'm stupid or somethin', Lucky?
You think I'm gonna let
you walk over there, put
your hand in there and
pull a piece out on me?
Yo, Wickey, keep your snake ass
where I can see ya, aight?
Goose!
Don't you be gettin' outta hand now.
Lucky's just got a real
nasty sense of humor.
Yo, Goose, I think you need to
leave my little brother alone.
- Come here. You all right?
- Yeah, I'm cool.
Turns out the other
night you wasn't alone.
Remember what happened
the other night, Goose?
- One of my boys got killed.
- K.J.'s right.
Video never lies, Goose.
I was there the whole time
tapin' your punk ass.
I don't know what you're talkin' about.
Ain't that amazing?
Now the nigger don't know nothin'.
What's up? Yo, Marvin,
I can't talk right now.
We're gonna handle that
business, but not right
now. I'm right in the
middle of somethin'.
Call me back, man.
Yeah, later.
What the hell's goin' on up there?
Where's Don?
Yall makin' a big mistake.
I don't know nothin'
about nobody gettin' offed.
I don't think so, bitch. You're the
one made the mistake, motherfucker.
Hey, KJ, you got to slow this shit down.
This situation does have an explanation.
Now, who you been workin' for, man?
Who you sold us out to, punk?
Why are you sweatin' me, man, huh?
You can kiss my black ass!
Now get on your little
phone and run tell that!
You ain't gonna make this easy, huh?
No, this ain't gonna be easy.
Yo, Cletus, let's show this man your shoes.
Be real fucked up if he had to
use 'em on you.
Stomp a mud hole in that
ugly-ass face of yours.
Goddamn!
Hey, motherfucker!
What the fuck you doin'?
I said, what you doin'?
Nothin'.
Cool, it works.
Watch out, man, watch out!
- I thought...
- You thought what?
I saw... I saw your friend fall.
Nigger wasn't my friend.
Who are you, man? What you doin' here?
- Huh?
- What the fuck you lookin' at me for?
The man asked you a question.
What the hell are you doin' here?
Nothin', I'm just here.
I'm not lookin' for trouble.
- Is that right?
- You fuckin' with us, white boy?
No, man, like I said, I'm
not lookin' for trouble.
Bullshit!
Now, I'm gonna ask one more time.
What the fuck are you doin' here?
He's spying, man.
I'm not spyin'. Look I don't wanna get
in the middle of no big gang hassle.
Gang? You think we're some punk-ass gang?
I'm a businessman.
These are my associates.
Whatever you say, man, no problem.
Back off!
All o' ya!
Get outta here, or I'll blow
his fuckin' head off!
Don! Don! Come on!
Back off! You clear outta
here, or I'll kill him!
- I swear I will!
- K.J.!
Hurry, Don! Come on, man!
Make a run for it!
I mean it, man! Back off!
Don't shoot! He's got Lucky, man!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Hold your fire! I'll blow his head off!
Stop! Stop shootin' man!
Stop shootin'!
Fuck!
- Don! Jesus Christ!
- We gotta get out.
The fire escape, the window. Go!
Yo Savon, go downstairs. Make sure
nobody's tryin' to get out the window.
- All right.
- Just calm down. No more shootin'.
- What you want?
- Come on, stand up.
- Have you got a weapon? Huh?
- I ain't got nothin'!
- You got a weapon?
- I ain't got nothin'!
Huh?
Don't fuck with me, man.
I ain't got shit.
Yeah, what's this?
- Yo, Savon?
- Yeah?
- What was that?
- That was me.
I blasted at him tryin' to come down
the fire escape.
- Get him?
- Nah.
All right, stay posted down there.
No more shootin' unless I tell ya.
I don't wanna spook 'em
any more than they already are.
All right, all right.
Shit.
Goddamn it, Vince.
Why the hell didn't you stay
put like I said?
'Cause I thought you were
in trouble, that's why.
Where the hell did you
go all that time? Shit!
All right, Cletus, Wickey,
let's try this door.
They got Lucky in there. They're
probably tryin' to get out the back way.
- All right, cool.
- Come on.
Shit!
Now back off, all of ya!
You come any closer, he's a dead man!
Go on, get back. Get back!
Yeah? Marvin, goddamn it!
This ain't the time!
Nigga, I got some
problems right now. Yeah,
we're gonna handle business
on that package...
...but I gotta get back with your ass.
Yo Wickey, you know your way around here.
Is there Any
other way out beside the
door and that fire escape?
Hell, no. There ain't no other way out.
All right, check this out. Cletus, go
downstairs. Get rid of Goose's body.
Then go to the car, get the M-16.
But go out the same way we came in.
I don't want nobody to see us, aight?
Go on, man, get the fuck out.
Yo, hey in there, how we know Lucky's okay?
Tell him.
Hey, man, I'm cool,
but this motherfucker's crazy.
Don't worry about it, man.
We're gonna get you outta there.
Check his fanny pack down on the floor.
See if he's got a gun.
- Man, I told you. I ain't strapped.
- Shut up.
- Anything?
- Don, this guy's some kind of dope addict.
Figures!
All right, cut me two six-foot lengths
of that rope in my bag.
Come on, move.
Wickey, go down there, use Savon's phone.
Call up Luther, Moon and Davis and tell 'em
to get their asses over here right now.
- You got it.
- Yo, also call up Raymond.
Tell him I need some of that goddamn
heavy artillery he's got.
Raymond?
You sure you want him in on this?
Yeah, goddamn it! Don't give
me no motherfuckin' shit.
Get that goddamn camera outta my face!
- Von, give me your phone.
- For what?
- KJ wants Raymond here.
- Finally got some guns comin' up here.
Shit's gettin' hectic.
- Figure they're the police up there, man?
- Man, I ain't got no fuckin' idea.
Hello, Raymond?
Your name is Lucky, huh?
I ain't talkin' to you.
I ain't tellin' you shit.
Fine. Vince.
- How many did you see out there?
- Five. Tie his arm to that door.
There's gonna be more than that...
...'cause my big brother James down there,
foo, he's a king around here.
- He'll spread the word.
- Your big brother, huh?
That's right. Let me tell
you white boys somethin'.
You don't let me go, he's gonna fry
your motherfuckin' asses.
I thought you weren't talkin'.
Hey, James, we got your kid brother
tied spread-eagle against this door here.
That means anybody shoots at the
door, they're gonna kill him.
Anybody tries to break
it down, they're gonna
rip his arms outta their sockets.
You got that?
I hear ya. Just don't do
anything stoopid in there.
You gotta tell us, Bradlee, is
there another way outta here?
I don't gotta tell you shit.
Goddamn it.
Don, these bars are pretty solid.
Hey, Vince.
Over here.
Vince, that catwalk there
goes out to another building.
Now, if we can get to it,
there's gotta be another
stairway in there. We
can get to the truck.
Yo, Cletus, go on top. Keep it secure.
I wanna keep 'em totally boxed in.
Go, man.
Come on, go.
Careful.
Okay.
- Yo, Lucky! You alright?
- Yeah, man, I'm alright.
Shit!
Fuck that plan!
- Them motherfuckers still alive in there?
- Yeah!
- How many in there with ya?
- There's three, but one of 'em was tied...
- He can't talk right now!
- Yo, man. Listen, man.
We don't want no trouble.
We just want my brother back, man.
Just let him out. Why don't you come
out here, we could discuss this.
You just bring the cops.
We'll discuss it with them!
They're drug dealers.
They just threw a guy
off the roof. They ain't
gonna call the cops.
Yo yo yo, man, all that ain't necessary,
man. All we want is my brother back, man.
- All we want is Lucky, man!
- Find me a rag.
You heard him. As long as you got me,
they're gonna be on your asses like glue.
They already got the place
surrounded, and my brothers
will be here with more
artillery and soldiers.
Yeah? As long as we got you, they ain't
gonna be shootin' at us, are they?
I ain't scared of shit. You know why?
'Cause I've been through three
drive-bys, and I ain't never been hit.
Bullets just go around me.
That's why they call me Lucky.
Lucky, motherfucker!
Look, all they want is the kid.
Now they know we got a gun. Maybe if
we just let him go, they'll back off!
Damn it, Vince. They want us dead.
We're witnesses.
As long as he's alive, we got a chance.
If we let him go, they're
gonna kill us for sure.
("Lord Finesse - You Know What I'm About")
It's about time you guys got here.
- So, what's up? You got a problem?
- Yeah, we got a problem.
- Shit, three more.
- Makes eight of 'em.
We're screwed, Don.
Hey, yo, KJ, man, what's up?
Three white motherfuckers,
they got my kid brother in there.
- Three? I didn't see but two.
- Lucky said there was three.
- You get Raymond?
- Yeah, man, he'll be here.
White motherfuckers? Down here?
Who are they, 'the man'?
Hell, no. They just asked me for cops.
Now if they want cops, they can't be cops.
Damn it!
Shit.
Let me try that Halligan.
Come on. Here we go.
All right.
You fucker!
("Public Enemy - Gotta Do What I Gotta Do")
- Shit, another one.
- Looks like some fuckin' pimp.
"Leave me alone I got posse
bust the bets."
"You better watch me
I gotta do what I gotta do."
"So who the hell is you to
tell me how my song is wrong."
"You don't know."
Yo, Wickey, this is Raymond.
Where do you want me to park, man?
- What do you think's goin' on?
- Nothin' good.
I think I finally figured out...
...how you boys are gonna get
a chance to get outta here.
Body bags!
Oh, shit. Pussy in the trunk.
- Damn!
- Raymond's good for somethin!
All right. This shit here, takes
out a rat's ass at 300 yards.
Shit, I'll take that. I was
a sharpshooter in the army.
You sure? You don't look
like no sharpshooter.
I ain't shittin'. I was
the best in my company.
Ease back, motherfuckers. This is mine.
You know what I'm sayin'?
- Go, Wickey, dive in there.
- No, man, I don't need no big-ass gun.
Mess up my suit. This right
here will do me just fine.
All right, all right, Mr Leader Man.
- So, what's your plan?
- Come on over here.
Them country motherfuckers
was cryin' about the police, right?
They want cops? Give 'em cops.
Yeah!
- Hello, Officer Friend.
- How are you?
Hold it, hold it. Hold it.
This ain't gettin' us anywhere.
This place is too goddamn secure.
At least the good news is,
they can't get in either.
That means we just sit tight
and wait 'til the cops show up.
What are you laughin' about?
Who's gonna call the cops,
the pigeons or the rats?
What about a patrol car?
Don't patrol cars come around here?
Think they'd throw a guy
off the roof in broad
daylight if there was a
chance cops would come by?
Cops ain't comin' by, Vince.
We're on our own here.
We got 21 shells. I'm gonna take 11.
You're gonna take 10.
That way whoever's got the gun can reload.
Listen, I got an idea. Why don't
we bust down through this floor...
...and drop down to the
apartment right below us?
That ain't gonna work. If the
layout's the same as it is up here...
...we're gonna be stuck without
our hostage. We'd be dead meat.
Bradlee, you ever been down to the fourth
floor? Is there a back stairway down there?
Fuck you.
- Anything happen?
- No, all quiet, KJ.
Aight, go downstairs, help 'em out.
Tell.
Wickey to call me up
when he gets it set up.
- Is this gonna work?
- It better. I'm gettin' tired of this.
("Donald D - I'm Gonna Smoke Him")
Man, those are some weird fuckin'
footsteps. What is that?
Spikes. One of the guys was wearin'
baseball shoes. Big son of a bitch.
- Yeah?
- Savon, what up, man?
Shit, we're ready. Let's just do it.
They're gettin' close.
Man, this shit's got me pissed off.
Man, this is stoopid.
Got everything goin' good,
then two stoopid-ass honkies...
come up in here and fuck up everything
over some dumb nigger named Goose...
that nobody gives a fuck
about dead or alive.
Only thing keepin' 'em
alive is my brother.
Savon said that's
a bunch of bullshit.
Says you and Lucky ain't
even got the same pops.
He's my brother, man. I been takin' care
of him ever since he was born and I was 15.
All right, man. We hot, we goin'.
Stop, this is the police!
Stop! You there!
Nigger! Freeze!
Fucker! Spread your legs!
Spread 'em!
- Take it easy, man.
- Gotta make this shit look real, nigga.
Where you got the dope, boy?
Don, there's a cop out there!
Help! Hey, Don!
Get me out!
Someone come back here!
Come back! Get me outta this cha...
Shit. Come on.
Go! Go! Motherfuckers, move!
Go!
Go! Go! Go, man!
Get me the fuck outta here!
Shit! They got Davis.
Fuck!
Come here, you two idiots!
Come over here!
Bring your asses in here
right now! Move! Move!
Get me off this damn floor!
Come on, get me up off here!
What the hell? Move it,
both of ya! Hurry up!
What the fuck you tryin'
to do? Get me killed?
I thought he was a cop.
You stoopid peckerwood.
You'd fall for that shit?
- He was wearin' a uniform!
- You're just a stoopid, dumb-ass redneck!
You shut your goddamn mouth,
you black son of a bitch.
Black son of a bitch?
Fuck you! Kiss my black ass.
- Goddamn...
- Hey! Hey! Hey!
Vince!
If he doesn't shut up,
I'm gonna shut him up.
Man, what the fuck was that
bullshit goin' on over there?
I told you not to shoot
'til you got a clean shot.
- You got Davis killed.
- Oh, fuck that.
It wasn't my fault. It was
that motherfuckin' Luther!
- It was both you dumb motherfuckers.
- Okay, we fucked up.
But you fucked up too. Ain't
none of your shit worked all day.
The point is, what you gonna do now?
I'm gonna go up under them
so they don't dig no tunnel.
- You need to go get rid of Davis' body.
- I ain't the garbage man motherfucker.
Moon, go get rid of him.
Bullshit. That ain't
my motherfuckin' job.
No, Moon, go do it. At least I
know the shit'll get done right.
Now you! You keep this trigger-happy
shit up, you're gonna get all of us killed.
I don't know how. I ain't the leader.
I'm not gettin' anything.
It's not gonna work. There
ain't no apartments up there.
It's just attic.
No pipes, no plumbin'.
And I don't remember seein'
no metal on the floor.
Yeah, but shit, tryin'
to pick up metal cleats?
- Nothin' here.
- I'm goin', Vince.
- Wait a second, let's stick to the plan.
- I'm goin'.
Damnit, if he's down by that window,
he can still get a shot at you.
You just let me keep scannin' the floor
'til I find him. That way we'll be sure.
All right. Well, find him, will ya?
What are you guys doin' now?
Man, where'd you get all this shit from?
- Anything yet?
- No, nothing.
Man, you know I'm gonna be there. Raymond
ain't gonna let you down. What you need?
- Yo, Raymond?
- Hang on a second, man.
I need you to do some recon for me.
Figure out how them fools got here.
- I know they didn't walk.
- I ain't got time to be playin' army...
...with you trigger-happy motherfuckers.
I got business to take care of.
Yo, cancel it. You're workin' for me now.
I'm hirin' you for the rest of the day.
What the fuck you waitin' on?
Get to work, motherfucker.
Yo, we're gonna have to
reschedule that thing.
I got him!
- Whereabouts?
- Right over here.
All right, I'm goin'.
Wait a second.
He's movin'.
Jesus Christ.
Give me that.
What are you gonna do?
Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
- Don't cut me! Don't cut!
- I'm gonna cut you loose, old man.
I need your chair, but
you better behave yourself.
Yeah, I'll behave myself.
You can have the chair.
- I got a table downstairs you can have.
- Go!
Yeah, you can have it!
Careful.
Halligan.
What's up, man?
You dump the body?
Yeah, I threw him in
the trunk of your car.
What?
- You heard me.
- Man, fuck you.
Flashlight.
Something here.
Holy shit.
There's more, Vince!
Lord have mercy. I've been sleepin'
under all this all these nights.
I don't believe it.
This is it, Vince. This is it.
There's a treasure trove up here.
It's all here.
Just like the newspaper said.
- You're damn right.
- Our ship's come in, buddy. We're rich.
Now you peckerwoods are
startin' to make some sense.
Now I can see why you was
tearin' up this place.
Though I can't figure... if it's in the
ceiling, why'd he say it was in the floor?
I mean, we both heard him.
The man's dyin' words: "It's in the floor".
Wait a second. Wait a second.
It's a map of the ceilin',
not the floor. Look.
Hold it up. It's right as rain.
He drew it layin' on his back.
Oh, Eugene, you dumb fuck,
that ain't no way to draw a map.
Wow, this stuff's been in there over
50 years. It's not even tarnished.
You don't know nothin, do ya?
That's the beauty of gold.
It never tarnishes, lasts forever too.
You can melt it down, pound it,
twist it, piss on it...
...but it's always the same gold.
It was here long before we were;
Be here long after we're gone.
Bet you a lot of men have died for
the gold that's just in this one piece.
How'd you get to be such
an expert on the subject?
He probably heard it in
some pawnshop somewhere.
You don't know nothin',
neither one of you.
It's all here, Vince.
It's all here. All we gotta do
is pack it up and get to that catwalk.
We'll get our butts outta here.
I told you!
I told you we're rich.
We're rich, buddy! We're rich!
Hey, you broke my rockin' chair!
Hey, man, you all right?
What the fuck they doin' up there?
Havin' a party?
I don't know. It's the last one
they ever gonna have.
Don't even trip, Savon.
Now, you ain't the boss.
Now, the man said no shootin'.
Don't you ever draw down
on me, motherfucker.
Christ, what now?
Come on, man, just let me go. Please!
- I'm sick.
- What do you mean you're sick?
He's a junkie.
He needs his dope. They get sick
all the time, if they don't get a fix.
- Shakin', pukin'.
- Geez, that's too bad.
Fuck you. You just remember that
that gold is ours.
- Yeah, how do you figure?
- This is our territory.
- You don't live down here. We do.
- Bullshit! I live here.
All your kind ever does
is fuck everything up.
I got a better claim
to that gold than you.
You? That's a hot one.
That's really fucked up, man.
Only time you white boys ever come down
here is when you wanna rip us off.
Hey man, we didn't come
down here to rip you off.
We're just tryin' to get
ahead like everybody else.
Look, motherfucker, the gold is ours.
You let it go.
Maybe I can talk my brother
into keepin' you boys alive.
- You mean that?
- He's talking through his ass, Vince.
Gag him, or I'll come over there
and shut him up myself.
Didn't I tell you to kill
that cowboy crap?
Yo, man, I just shot
the catwalk out there, man.
I'm thinkin' we gotta discourage 'em
from gettin' across somehow.
You need to stop thinkin' with your
trigger finger and use your brain.
- You're gonna get my brother killed!
- Alright, man. Fuck it. Alright.
Bradlee, you sure there ain't nobody
else livin' around here?
Somebody like you who might've
heard that shootin'?
Fella used to live around
here named Thomas.
Thomas, he'd go twice a month to
give blood. That's how he got money.
But the last time they
told him not to come back
no more. He was a real
sad fella, no family.
He never could get
his shoes on right.
That was summertime.
I ain't seen him since.
Yo, Luther.
Where are you, man?
Over here, on the catwalk.
What you doin' here, man?
King James sent me over
to help you look out.
I don't need no help. Man, I
got this covered. Go on back.
Okay, call King James
and tell him...
...that you think his plan is full of shit.
You crazy?
Know what's gonna happen?
Motherfuckin' police gonna
be around here. And these
white motherfuckers friends.
You think this is on now?
It's really gonna be on then.
King James! Like he's
king of the street or somethin'.
Ain't nobody king of the street.
It's all about survival.
It's all about gettin' yours.
It ain't about takin' no
chances, and it damn sure ain't
about jeopardizing your
whole motherfucking crew.
Man, I like Savon, man.
I like him a lot, man.
He's just a hothead.
He thinks he knows it all.
I used to be just like Savon man,
when I was comin' up. Just like him!
You just gotta be philosophical
about this shit, man. It's all crazy.
As long as you know it's crazy,
you're all right.
But soon as you try to make logic
outta this, you're fucked up...
...'cause it don't make no sense.
See, the white man makes dope,
right? Then he gives it to us.
Then he wants to buy it from us, right?
Then he puts us in jail when we sell it to
him. Man, it don't make no fuckin' sense.
Only thing a man's got is his family
and his pride. That's all he's got.
Man, I don't know what
this stuff is anymore.
God's gold, our gold, fool's gold.
About all we can do...
...is take as many of 'em with us as
we can, and hope for the best.
Maybe we could try walkin' outta here,
usin' Lucky as a human shield.
Not with just one gun. Be better off
tryin' to nail one of them first,
get ourselves another weapon.
What about tradin' the gold
to 'em for our safety?
They'd kill us anyway.
I would if I was them.
Truth is Vince, I don't see any way we're
gonna get outta here quiet.
A fortune in gold, and
it's just plain worthless.
We might as well let Bradlee go.
Yeah.
Hey, Bradlee.
We got no reason to hold you here anymore.
- You're free to go.
- Hey, wait a minute.
I got a proposition for ya.
That gold laying over there
is worth maybe a million dollars.
Now, you can have it. You can have all
of it. You can take it all with ya.
You just promise me one thing:
You're gonna call the cops for us.
It ain't no good. It ain't gonna do me
no damn bit of good.
How the hell am I supposed
to get outta here?
They're gonna kill me as soon as
I step one foot outside the door.
Them niggers'd kill anybody,
including their own grandma.
Well you haven't got much of a
chance in here with us.
Look, if I can figure a way to
get us outta here, do I get the gold?
- You know a way out?
- Do I get the gold?
- Hell, yes! - Let's hear 'im out!
- Wait a minute!
You listen to me old man.
You know a way for us
to get outta here, we split
the gold three ways!
- We're all in this together.
- That's not what you said a minute ago.
A minute ago we was all dead.
Now, you take it or leave it.
I'll take it. The chimney.
There's a chimney behind the wall.
We could get out through the chimney.
Well, here it is.
We still got a deal?
("Sir Mix-A-Lot - I Check My Bank")
"... and keep all the shit
under my control."
"That's how I'm livin'
I check my bank."
"A word to the cops
I can't be stopped."
"A word to my enemies
I don't drop flop."
"A word to the Klan
I don't pick crops."
"You can run up with your whipper
to just run up 'til you're hot."
"A word to the tipper..."
"A word to the bourgeois
Fuck off, y'all."
"A word to apartheid
You bounced the ball."
This is gonna work, Vince.
We gotta go up, but there's an access
door up there, put us right on the roof.
("Gangstarr - Gotta Get Over (Taking Loot)")
Shit!
Don, hold it!
- Cops!
- Vince, no! Wait!
- It's a police car! It's the real police!
- No, Vince, we don't need 'em!
You're crazy! Hey...
- Hey, poli...
- Son of a bitch!
Now you listen to me, Vince. We got a
million dollars worth of gold here...
...if those cops get in,
they will take it away.
Fuck the goddamn gold!
No, fuck you!
You ain't gonna fuck this up for me, Vince.
I want that gold!
The only reason we're in this
shit is because you fucked up.
If you didn't go out there
when they killed that man...
...none of this would've happened.
I can get outta here on my own, Vince.
Are you with me or not?
Now you listen to him, them cops'd
come in here, shoot us in the
head and take the gold for themselves!
That's what'd they do.
You keep an eye on Lucky.
You keep him fuckin' quiet!
Shut up! Shut up! We don't want
those policemen in here!
Shit, man. You ain't gonna
waste 'em, are you?
Take your hands off the wheel.
Roll your window down.
I do somethin' wrong, officer?
Mind tellin' me what you're
doin' around here G?
Look, tell you the truth I was just
lookin' for a place to take a leak.
Mm-hmm.
Step on outta the car, Hoss.
Man, somethin' ain't right.
Don't them fools know the
police're out there?
Why ain't they sayin' nothin'?
I hope Luther doesn't take a shot at 'em.
Do you want me to call him?
No. Even he ain't that stoopid.
We got a report of some shots
being fired in the area.
You wouldn't know nothin'
about that, though, would ya?
No, sir. Like I said, I was just
lookin' for a place to take a leak.
Turn around. Put your hands
on top of the car.
- What's up?
- We just got a call. It's a 10-85.
- What's up with this guy?
- Him? Nothin'. Just hangin'.
- Let's get the hell outta here, man.
- All right.
Here, man.
Look, this ain't no public outhouse here.
There's some gas station along the
highway there. Why don't you find one?
Cool.
They're steppin' off, man.
Yeah, cool.
Hey!
They're gone, and there
nothin' you can do about it.
Now, we're goin' outta here
with the gold... together.
- What the fuck is that?
- What the fuck does it look like, man?
I found their car! Don't worry about it.
It ain't goin' nowhere.
From Arkansas? That means they
came at least 200 miles.
One of these fools from outta town?
What the fuck's up?
I don't know.
What they doin' here, Raymond?
Why didn't they call
for those fuckin' pigs?
- Hey, I got no idea, man.
- What the fuck am I payin' you for then?
Wait a minute. Maybe they
didn't even see the cops.
Hey they saw the fuckin' cops.
There ain't no doubt about that.
Look, I can give a fuck
what they're doin' here.
I say we handle these
motherfuckers right now!
Yeah? And how
we gonna do that?
Simple. We burn 'em.
Shit, nigger. We go
in there smokin' them
motherfuckers, some of
us gonna get burned too.
I'm talkin' 'bout fire motherfucker!
I'm talkin'
'bout burnin' this
place to the ground!
Ain't nobody gonna care,
'cause these places go up every day.
Now that ain't bad, KJ
That ain't bad at all.
Yeah, but what about Lucky, man?
If he really lucky,
he'll walk away from this.
If not...
- I'm callin' a truce.
- What for?
- I wanna talk to 'em.
- Man, you wanna talk! I wanna burn!
- Look man, just give me five minutes.
- Man, that's bullshit!
Your shit's been bullshit all day!
Look, Von, you gonna do
what the hell I say,
or you gonna be a dead man.
Come on, man.
I'll go down with ya.
- Come on.
- Man, fuck you.
- Yeah, I'm right here, nigger.
- Come on.
Hey, hey listen up, man.
You gotta keep cool.
- Don't touch me, motherfucker!
- You got me all wrong here, man.
Now from where I'm standin'
you the only one around
here makin' any sense.
King James' has lost it.
I can't even deal with
the motherfucker no more.
Ain't that the fucking truth.
Yeah, you see, that's why I figured you the
only one around here I can trust.
You and me, we got the same interests.
Interests?
What interests?
Interest in makin' sure them white
motherfuckers don't walk outta here.
Now you wanna know why they didn't signal
the police? 'Cause they found somethin'!
Somethin' so valuable they don't
want nobody else in on it.
- Is that right?
- Now, the way I figure it,
you and me, we work this out,
we come out lookin' real nice.
Gold!
Hey, you in there!
I need to talk to you guys.
Hey, you in there!
We gotta talk right now!
What do you want?
We need to talk about a truce, man.
I want a truce.
Bullshit! What about?
About this situation.
Now you either gonna
talk to me right now, or
fuck you! I'm finished
playin' with your ass.
- Let's hear him out.
- It's a damn trick.
- You can't trust these bastards.
- You listen to him, he's right!
Look man. Why don't you
just open the slot in
that door crack so we
can talk, motherfucker?
Hey, maybe I can get a clear shot at him
through the peep slot...
- ...blow his fuckin' head off.
- He says he wants a truce.
What the hell is gonna
hurt to talk to him?
Because it's a
trick, that's why!
Listen to me, both of ya.
We're gonna talk
to him, goddamn it, hear
what's on his mind.
Now maybe he wants out of this whole
situation just like we do.
He don't know nothin' about the gold.
Sure as hell ain't gonna
hurt to talk to him.
Okay, it's open.
You try anything, your brother's gonna
get a bullet in the head.
All right. I'm steppin' out
here in the open...
...to let you know I ain't got
no bad intentions, okay?
Start talkin', James.
Look, we both got a problem, right?
Hey man, we didn't come here
lookin' for trouble.
This whole thing's
just a big misunderstanding.
Okay, misunderstanding.
All I want to know is who the fuck are you?
What the fuck are you doin' here?
What are we gonna tell him?
- We're just visitin'.
- Bullshit!
White guys don't come up here
unless they're cops, and you ain't cops.
- So what the fuck's goin' on?
- We're just lookin' around.
Yo man, you better give me
some straight answers!
Hey, you don't own this place. We got as
much right to be here as anybody else.
Case you ain't heard,
this is still a free country.
This is my goddamn territory. You don't
come up here wavin' no guns around,
fuckin' with my family,
taking hostages and shit!
Yeah, what's up?
Luther, Raymond.
What's goin' on up there, man?
Everything fine?
Look, you let us go, we let him go.
Everybody just walks away.
We're not goin' to the cops, I swear.
- Is that right?
- Swear to God, man.
You give me a Bible, we'll swear on it.
Man, that's too easy. Why you didn't call
for the cops when they were here?
Hey, you heard the deal.
Now you take it or leave it!
Man, I want some straight fuckin' answers.
Luther, man, one of' em's trying to
get out the fire escape. Shoot him!
Where?
One of those snow boys tried to
kick it out the fire escape.
They fuckin' with you, K J,
laughin' behind your back,
tryin' to pull some shit on ya.
Luther said the dude got back
in before he could nail his ass.
Tell Moon to get his ass up here now.
Luther, tell Moon to get his ass up here.
Son of a bitch set us up.
Shit, I thought he was
goin' for it too.
I told you it was a trick.
Did you hit 'im?
- No, I missed.
- Shit!
Savon, Moon!
Go get some gas.
Oh, shit! Finally we doin'
some shit right...
- ...like I been tellin' you all day.
- Alright, alright, alright.
Check this out Von, this is
what I want you to do. I
want you to get some grease,
some of that C-four.
I want ya to hook up some
of them specials, the way I
like it. We're gonna blow
this piece of shit up...
...and burn it to
the fuckin' ground.
Yeah, you know I know what time it is.
C'mon Moon.
Alright, check this out, Wickey.
Talk to Cletus, then call Luther...
...make sure that dumb
motherfucker knows what's goin' on.
Word.
Hey, Video, you goin' or what?
Whazz up man?
- We need some help.
- No, I'm stayin' with KJ.
Aw, man, you lazy punk, man. Stop actin'
like a girl, man. Get off KJ's junk.
("Black Sheep - On The Wall")
Those handholds look solid to me.
I figure we can make it up okay.
Bradlee, hurry up and pack that gold.
Hey, supposin' those fuckers bust in here
while we're halfway up the chimney?
That kid's gonna start yappin',
and our ass is gonna be cooked.
Yeah.
- You got a point.
- We gotta shut him up.
Yeah.
Sure, Don, kill him.
Kill him in cold blood.
C'mon, what choice have we got?
This is survival, Vince.
He's just a junkie.
He's gonna die anyway.
We got a fuckin' choice!
Well I'm open to suggestions.
You got any bright ideas?
- Well shit, we could knock him out!
- Alright. Here.
Let's see you do it.
Go on, take this in the other room,
and hit him on the head with it.
Wait a second.
Aw, shit!
Look, he's got cocaine or heroin,
or whatever the hell this stuff is.
- What if we dope him up?
- I don't want nothin' to do with no dope!
Bradlee, finish packin' the gold.
At least it's not murder, Don.
- You know anything about doin' this?
- No...
...but he does.
Hey, man. Be careful, man.
That's all I got.
How long is it supposed to heat?
Until it gets milky, man.
Strain it with that cotton ball over here.
It's milky.
Put the cotton ball on top.
Bradlee may need some help in there.
Keep an eye on the gold.
Make sure it all gets in the sack.
Okay.
You got no idea how lucky you are, mister.
Come on, please, man. Let me do that.
C'mon man, let me do it by myself.
You don't know what you're doing.
Hey, man, you could hurt me
if you do it wrong, you know?
Come on, man, listen. Just untie me.
Look, I swear you won't have no trouble.
Come on. Please, man. Come on.
You might mess up one of my veins, man.
Come on.
- All right. All right.
- Please.
- One arm!
- Cool.
Come on, hurry up.
Here.
What are you waitin' for?
I'm just waitin' for the vein to pop up.
Don! Oh, shit!
Help me get him on his back!
Don, you okay, man? Oh, my God!
Hang on. Hang on. You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be all right, man.
You'll be okay. You'll be okay.
James!
James!
Hang on. Let me get it out, huh?
It's gonna be okay.
Fucker!
Get off, motherfucker!
James! James!
Wickey! Man, I think I got Lucky.
What? What are you talkin' about?
It wasn't my fault, man.
The white dude turned him.
Now you just tell King
James it wasn't my fault.
Lucky's dead? Are you sure?
No, man, he's dead. I'm tellin' you.
Now, I'm gettin' outta here. You just
tell King James it wasn't my fault.
I'm outta here.
Vince. Vince.
Get me outta here.
You just fuckin' hang on.
I'm gonna get you out. You just hang on.
Hey, you can mix some of
this shit in there...
- ...make it like napalm.
- Just hurry up.
Yo, Von, What's goin' on
with that C-four over there?
This shit's waterproof and fireproof...
- ...but it ain't gonna blow 'til I say so.
- Word!
Hold up a stick of the
C-four, man. I need a close-up.
Shut up, bitch.
Luther says Lucky's dead.
- He said them white dudes shot him.
- Get the fuck out. It can't be.
You sure, man?
He says it's no mistake, man.
Who shot him? Which one did it?
He didn't... he didn't say.
Guess he wasn't too lucky, huh?
I'll go up the chimney.
You pick him up, and
you take him into that
room over there...
...and you seal yourself
in and don't make a sound.
I don't figure this idea about jumpin'
across them rooftops is gonna work.
But maybe I can rappel down.
Rappel? What the shit you
talkin' 'bout, rappel?
Never you mind. Now, listen to me.
When they break in here...
...they're gonna see that chimney hole
and think all three of us went up.
That's gonna send 'em outta
here lookin' for us.
You just sit tight.
You wait 'til I come back with some help.
How do I know you ain't
gonna cut and leave us here?
I mean, after all, you don't owe
him nothin', or me either.
Guess you're just gonna have to trust me.
Yo, Moon. Spread these cocktails
all through the building, man.
Make sure this motherfucker blow up.
Video, what the fuck you doin'? Won't
you help? You ain't done shit all day!
- I'm tapin...
- Get the...
My fuckin' camera!
Look what you did to my fuckin' camera!
Show's canceled, punk.
Now it's blowin' up with everything else.
Now, goddamn it, Video, you help Moon
spread the fuckin' grease.
KJ! Let's use this.
Where's the gold? The gold!
Shit!
Ah, man, this shit didn't
have to happen, man.
I'm sorry, Luck.
I... I'm sorry, Luck.
After you set that timer, meet
me downstairs in the basement.
Hold up, Superfly.
Let's get one thing straight.
I done did all the work.
I done took all the risk.
So when we spread that gold around,
90 percent of it's mine.
You know what I'm sayin'?
I understand your argument.
KJ, come here!
Look at this! The chimney!
They got up the chimney!
Damn! They're on the roof.
I'm gonna finish this.
Hold on! What you want me to do?
Where do you want me?
You Stay here. You watch the chimney and
stay with Lucky, man.
Don't let him burn, man.
Don't let him burn.
But Lucky's de... dead.
Savon! That you?
Ohh! Shit!
Agh!
- You're gonna die, motherfucker.
- I'll take you with me.
What's this all about, man?
What the hell you white boys
doin' up here anyway?
Gold! It's all about gold.
Gold? You crazy!
Aaah!
Hello? No, King James can't
come to the phone!
Because he's dead, that's why!
Hello, 9-1-1? Hello?
KJ!
KJ!
King James is dead, man.
- No, man!
- Back off!
He's a brother. I thought
we were poppin' white
boys, not brothers. I don't
want no part of this!
- I'm sick of it, Moon.
- I say we shoot him. He can identify us.
Look at him. Where's he goin'?
He ain't gonna identify us.
I'm sick of it.
Yo if you wanna pop him, you go ahead
and pop him. I'm outta here.
You better get outta here, old man.
The whole place is goin' up.
No!
No!
No! Oh, shit!
Who you, old man?
What you doin' with my bag?
I left that here. Put it down.
This here's my personal stuff in here.
This is all I got!
Is that right? I think you got some
gold in there. Put it down!
I don't know nothin' about no gold!
What would I be doin' with some gold?
Don't fuck with me, old man.
I know you got somethin' in there.
That gold's goin' with me, or I'm gonna
bust a cap in your ass. Put it down!
You want it, you can take it. I don't wanna
die for no sack of goods.
You got that right, old fool.
Fuck it!
You can burn up with everything else!
Oh, shit!
Where you goin', Von?
I see you found the gold.
Thought you were supposed to
have your ass in the basement?
I know where I'm supposed to be.
What the fuck you wanna pimp me off for?
You wouldn't have known shit...
...about that gold if
it hadn't been for me.
I figure that entitles me to a little
bit more than ten percent, don't you?
- Hell no!
- Superfly this, motherfucker!
Hey! Hey, man! Hey!
That's my gold, man!
That's my gold!
Hey, mother... fucker, that's...
Agh.
Hey! You better get outta here
while you got a chance.
Bradlee, are you okay? I was
afraid you guys didn't get out.
I went down the chimney and got out
through the furnace. Now, get outta here!
- Where's Don?
- He's dead. Blew up with the gold.
I'm tellin' you, you better get outta
here before them niggers catch you.
- What about you?
- They don't care about me.
But they will kill you. Now, move!
Come with me, man.
- I can't keep up. Get outta here.
- Come on.
Run! Don't worry about me. Go on!
Move! Move!
Go on, run!
"How many bullets can your back
hold, sucker from the H.K."
"The red dots you have drawn
from the light ray."
"Boom-bam-bust, oh damn, kid
your head is a pile of pus"
"I'm kickin' up much stuff
The brother you can't trust."
"This is my hood
my gold, my turf."
"My stash, my grip
whatever the hell it's worth"
"I don't need nobody
comin' in my territory."
"Tryin' to rip a brother off
a killer, damn sob story."
"Take a good look
see I'm nothin' but a jacker."
"About to fill the rap
of a greedy-ass cracker."
"Hell, what's new so you know
the punks stand out."
"Comin'in my hood
with his handout."
"Tryin' to get over on the
black but they don't do that"
"I'll put a damn slug
in his back."
"And with a boom ping-ping
It ain't no thing."
"To blast the greedy little
suckers that trespass."
"Ollie-ollie ox
I'm free, here comes the G"
"I'm saggin'and enter
the dragon like Bruce Lee"
"I got to get more money
more money."
"Can't get sex
with no money."
"See, I'm kind ofr greedy 'cause
all my heroes got zeroes."
"Number one is my gun
About to get paid at last."
"But now I'm gettin'covered
in dirt and grass, kick it."
"The madder I get the higher
the debt the deeper you get."
"The thicker the sweat 'cause I'm
the brother with fat clout."
"Put you in
but you gotta get back out."
"No easy job for some suckers
that's out to rob."
"Cross hair on your dome
and your mind's blown."
"You wanna go home."
"Ain't that a bitch
Q dig this pitch."
"Don't trespass."
"I got a full-time job takin' suckers
out breakin' 'em off, yeah word"
"I love revokin' clout
Yeah, test me, stress me."
"Who could the best be
Who."
"The teflon nine
got the best, G."
"But when you're greedy
you don't care about life itself."
"You're chasin'
extreme wealth."
"You can't be trusted 'cause
trust ain't in the damn game"
"'Scandalous' is
your middle name"
"I'm the black brother
you're stuck with."
"Ice Cube, a.k.a.
the Wrong Brother to Fuck With"
"I'm rich, pitchin'a bitch
about gettin' more."
"The big fish
swimmin' in big dough."
"You can't back stab her
I've got to have a Lexus coupe."
"When I trip with the ski mask
gotta get the cash."
"My homeboy ain't home
so now I trespass."
"Trespass"
Slow-mo.
I told you that motherfucker
was scandalous.
Now we get to break him off some.
He wouldn't have did it if
he didn't have somebody
down there in Houston to
help him get that package.
I wanna know who it is.
Wickey, set it up for
Saturday. I wanna do it
someplace way out, where
nobody is, off the track.
I got just the ticket, K.J.
- Stay back.
- Shit!
Here! I stole from Jesus Christ.
I hid it!
Fifth floor, my apartment.
I never told. Here, take it.
Take it! Save my soul!
Take it easy, we'll get ya out.
- Come on!
- Oh, forgive me, Jesus!
We're tryin' to save your life!
God! Agh!
Hey, Don, remember what that old guy said
about burnin' in hell and all?
This envelope here. I've been goin'
through it, fillin' out the report.
I think I figured out what he meant.
Huh, it's pretty wild.
"Orgill Brothers and Company.
Eugene Delong Employee I.D. card."
Eugene Delong was
the old man. Now, read this.
"St. Louis Herald, February 23rd, 1940."
"Catholic Church Looted And Vandalized."
Thieves broke into
St. Anthony's Church last night...
and made off with a fortune
in religious articles.
"Objects, most of which were pure gold,
were on special exhibit from Europe."
It's gold, solid gold.
Sweet Jesus.
I think it was old Eugene
that robbed this church.
Shoot, I'd say there ain't
no question about it.
We just solved a crime,
a 50-year-old crime.
- Wow, that's pretty wild.
- Hey, Vince.
I think our ship just come in.
This, my friend...
...is a treasure map.
All I'm saying is, come Saturday
why not drive up to East St. Louis,
find this factory and take a look around?
Now, I got a metal detector
at home, right? This
buddy o' mine and I used
to go prospectin' with it.
We bring some tools.
We check out the floor.
If ain't nothin' there,
it ain't no loss.
And if there is, like I said, why not?
Because it's crazy, Don. We can't just
walk in a factory, ripping up their floor.
Hey, I already called East St.
Louis information.
There ain't no listin' for
Orgill Brothers Company.
- They're outta business.
- Don, the deal is the guy robbed a church.
Even if the stuff was still there, I mean,
we couldn't just take it for ourselves.
Why not? The statute of limitations
on burglary is what?
Ten, fifteen years max.
Well, I mean, they probably already
collected on the insurance anyhow.
You bet your ass they did.
It's a million dollars
in gold, Vince.
It could be just layin'
there waitin' for us. This
could be the greatest
thing that we ever did.
I'm pretty sure we head south
once we get over the bridge.
That's East St. Louis
over there on the left.
Orgill Brothers should be
about a mile south o' town.
Then south it is, pard'.
Hey, you tell your girl
where we're goin' today?
You kidding?
I don't want her to think
I'm completely nuts.
I told her we were goin'
on a department field exercise.
Oh, so it's serious
between you two, huh?
- Weddin' bells?
- Yeah, maybe.
We've been gettin' along pretty
good lately. She's been real nice.
Well, I hope you have
better luck than I did.
What happened with you two anyway?
Just couldn't get along?
Yeah, I guess that about explains it.
What the hell ya gonna do?
At least we didn't have kids. Hey, remember
what I said about keepin' quiet...
...if we score so
the I.R.S. don't find out?
That goes double for Becky.
I don't want her gettin' her hands
on my share, not one thin dime.
Don't look like nobody
lives there, does it?
I guess that figures.
We're about a mile off the highway...
...and close to two miles
outside of town.
Well, that means if we find it,
we don't have to cut anybody else in.
Let's see.
Old Eugene's map has got it
between these two others.
So I'd make it that building
there with the fire escape.
Fifth floor, right?
Yeah. That'd be where
those arch windows are.
Ain't gonna leave it
parked out here though.
Somebody comes along, the vandal's gonna
have a field day with this thing.
Let's pull around back.
See if we can park out of sight.
We'll have to cut through the basement
of that buildin' back there.
But at least the truck'll be safe.
Goddamn. You always drive around packin'?
Like the man says: "Don't
leave home without it."
Especially when you go to East St. Louis.
I figure old Eugene's tenement's just
the other side of that buildin' behind us.
So, all we gotta do is
find the fifth floor.
Vince, old buddy... let's get rich.
Let's cut on through here.
Man, when I was a kid, I loved breakin'
into empty buildings and goin' explorin'.
I always wanted to find some lost
treasure or dead body...
...or a ghost so I could get my
picture in the local paper, you know.
"Local kid finds Jesse James' gun."
Be a big hero.
Yes, sir, when I was ten, I'd have thought
this was the greatest place on Earth.
When we find that gold, it will be.
I'll tell you one thing, guys that built
this place sure knew construction.
It's like the damn pyramids,
it's gonna outlast all of us.
Here, let's try on up this way.
Careful, step's loose.
Man, this place is really wild.
All these stairways and passages.
Huh, no wonder old Eugene
had to draw himself a map.
- Hey, you hear that?
- What do you think it is?
Shh.
Behind this door.
Jesus Christ.
Oh, God, that stinks.
Oh, God, oh.
What was that you said about wantin'
to find a body?
What the hell happened to his face?
Rats must have chewed it.
His hands too.
God, that's rank.
Look, poor bastard even had
his shoes on the wrong feet.
Yeah. Draft in here
is makin' the body swing.
Come on, let's close this up.
I guess we gotta report this.
We better find some
local cop and tell him...
Hey, bullshit.
This ain't none of our business. East St.
Louis cops can solve their own damn cases.
How long you think that
guy's been hangin' there?
Couple of months, maybe.
Maybe a little more.
Suicide, I figure.
Suicide? How do you know it wasn't murder?
Nobody murders somebody
by hanging 'em.
Yeah, but people that kill
themselves like to be
found. They usually leave
notes or somethin'.
What if it was murder?
You've been watching too
much television, Vince.
You're beginnin' to sound like Geraldo.
Hey, all I'm sayin' is, I think we oughta
report it, that's all.
Now, look. I didn't come all the way up
here to worry about some old stiff...
...who's probably been dead for months.
Now, you want to report it, fine. But
let's report it on the way home, alright?
I mean, the guy ain't goin' anywhere.
Okay. Okay, I guess you're right.
You damn right I'm right. I'll tell
ya something else I'm right about.
This is the fifth floor
and behind that door...
...that's where Eugene stashed his gold.
What'd I tell you, Vince?
This vestibule must lead
to where the apartments were.
I'd say old Eugene knew
what he was talkin' about.
Hey, look at that.
Peep slot.
Old-fashioned security.
We're gonna find that gold, Vince.
I'm tellin' you. I can smell it.
All right now, here we are.
We're back from the third window.
I'd make that one the third.
So maybe 'round in there, huh?
Let's find out.
There it is, Vince.
I told ya.
- Didn't I tell ya it was gonna be here?
- Stand back.
Go on. Go on.
Hit that thing!
Ha ha ha! Come on, Vince.
I knew we was gonna find it!
Come on!
Shit! Just some pipe
and an old junction box.
You know, we're probably gonna
find lots of this kind of stuff.
Maybe this is gonna take
longer than we thought.
I'm gonna keep scannin' the floor.
If I get a signal, you dig it up.
- And if you see anything, you let me know.
- Okay.
Hey, how come you get the easy job?
- It's my metal detector.
- Shi...
(Ice T feat Daddy Nitro - Depths of Hell")
- Whose wheels, man?
- I don't know.
I'm gonna drive
all around this place...
...and I better not see any more cars
other than Wickey's, right?
Why are you goin' off on me, Goose? Man, I
don't know whose car that is, all right?
- Give me a break.
- All right, Lucky.
Don't let this be no okey-doke.
Hey, Don, find anything?
No, just some more damn pipe.
I'm gonna check on through there.
Yeah, you do that.
Don! Goddamn!
Get him off me.
- Don!
- Freeze, asshole.
- Don't shoot me! Don't shoot me!
- Get up! Get up!
- What the hell you doin' jumpin' him like that?
- I piss on him.
I thought he was a crackhead
tryin' to steal my money.
Who are you? Talk!
Come on, I didn't take
that money from nobody.
It's all the money I got!
What are you doin' here?
I live here. What you
think, you dumb ass?
I've been hidin' in the
back ever since you come.
What's your name?
Bradlee.
Guess what, Mr Bradlee?
You're trespassin' here.
You're full of shit.
Don't nobody own these old buildings.
Yeah? Well I got a good mind
to take you down and bust you.
Oh man, give me a break!
You ain't gonna bust me for nothin'.
I oughta run your
ass in for breakin' in and
messing with my stuff.
Yeah, I ain't gonna give you a break.
I'm gonna take you down.
Get your fuckin' hands off me, man!
Get up!
As soon as I do, I'm
gonna kick your butt!
Try that again son, I'm gonna
blow your fuckin' head off!
You got no right
to be messin...
Get in there!
Sit down!
You got no right to be
treatin' me like this!
Who do you think you guys
are, coming in here?
Now, cover him. You know
how to use this thing?
What are you askin' me for?
- Do you know how to use it?
- Of course I know how to use it.
I was four fuckin' years in the State
Guard, but I don't want any part of this.
You're already part of it, now you
take it and keep him covered.
Take it!
Look, Don, he's just an old tramp, man.
I don't see why we just can't let him go.
What, so he can come back with the cops
and a whole bunch of his friends?
Hey, man, I ain't goin' back to no cops.
I ain't goin' to no cops!
Look, I don't care what you're doin' here.
I don't know nothin'.
- Cross your hands. Cross 'em!
- Damnit Don, we're gettin' in awful deep.
I thought we agreed if we found somebody
here, we cut 'em in on it.
I say he ain't entitled to jack shit.
Now you wanna cut him into
your share, you go right ahead.
Share of what?
- What you gray boys cookin' up?
- Keep your mouth shut, old man.
Now you listen to me, Vince.
I got mortgage payments on a house
that I just got kicked out of,
plus my own rent money which
they just jacked up on me,
plus fuckin' taxes that get
higher every fuckin' year...
just so that guys like him can keep
eatin' without doin' any work.
Now if that loot is here, buddy, I want it.
And I'm not gonna share it
with some old bum.
Look, I... I don't like this at all.
But you don't have to worry,
'cause nobody's gonna hurt ya, I promise.
What right you got to come bustin' in here,
messin' with a man's
shit and fuck it all up?
Look what you done to my floor.
How am I gonna live here?
Just look what you done.
I said I was sorry.
Look, I'll make it up to ya,
all right?
- Here's 40 bucks, okay?
- 40 bucks!
What, you gonna give me a mule too?
Fuck you.
Well, shit, if you don't
want it, I'll keep it.
We... Well.
Yeah, wait a minute, I'll take it.
Don! Don!
Somebody's comin'!
All right, he makes any noise,
you shut him up.
- How am I supposed to do that?
- Oh, shit.
He's a tied-up old man.
How hard can it be?
Bust him in the face
if he gets outta line.
Untie me and I'll bust
you in your fucking face.
Don, I'm not gonna duke
out some crazy old man.
Christ!
Will you understand the
fuckin' situation here?
I understand the
situation fine.
I got two white motherfuckers breakin'...
And you, I'm gonna go
through you like Ex-Lax.
Hey! Come back here!
Fuck you!
Hey, Don, this whole deal's goin' south.
Let's get the hell outta here.
I'm not leavin' here without that gold.
You stay here. I'm gonna
take a look around.
Anybody else live in this building?
Come on, just shake your head yes or no.
- Shit, I gave you 40 bucks!
- Fuck you.
All right, he'll be here any minute.
Wickey don't break his word.
He better be here, or
I'm gonna kick your
crippled ass all the way
back down those stairs.
Hey, man, why don't you relax, Goose?
I'm just tryin' to set things up.
He's right there.
Funny you picked up here. This is
where King James keeps his stash at.
- What you talkin' about?
- It's right over there in the air vent.
Don't be bullshittin' me.
Man, I ain't bullshittin'.
I'll go get it for you.
Yo, whoa whoa whoa, what's up?
You think I'm stupid or somethin', Lucky?
You think I'm gonna let
you walk over there, put
your hand in there and
pull a piece out on me?
Yo, Wickey, keep your snake ass
where I can see ya, aight?
Goose!
Don't you be gettin' outta hand now.
Lucky's just got a real
nasty sense of humor.
Yo, Goose, I think you need to
leave my little brother alone.
- Come here. You all right?
- Yeah, I'm cool.
Turns out the other
night you wasn't alone.
Remember what happened
the other night, Goose?
- One of my boys got killed.
- K.J.'s right.
Video never lies, Goose.
I was there the whole time
tapin' your punk ass.
I don't know what you're talkin' about.
Ain't that amazing?
Now the nigger don't know nothin'.
What's up? Yo, Marvin,
I can't talk right now.
We're gonna handle that
business, but not right
now. I'm right in the
middle of somethin'.
Call me back, man.
Yeah, later.
What the hell's goin' on up there?
Where's Don?
Yall makin' a big mistake.
I don't know nothin'
about nobody gettin' offed.
I don't think so, bitch. You're the
one made the mistake, motherfucker.
Hey, KJ, you got to slow this shit down.
This situation does have an explanation.
Now, who you been workin' for, man?
Who you sold us out to, punk?
Why are you sweatin' me, man, huh?
You can kiss my black ass!
Now get on your little
phone and run tell that!
You ain't gonna make this easy, huh?
No, this ain't gonna be easy.
Yo, Cletus, let's show this man your shoes.
Be real fucked up if he had to
use 'em on you.
Stomp a mud hole in that
ugly-ass face of yours.
Goddamn!
Hey, motherfucker!
What the fuck you doin'?
I said, what you doin'?
Nothin'.
Cool, it works.
Watch out, man, watch out!
- I thought...
- You thought what?
I saw... I saw your friend fall.
Nigger wasn't my friend.
Who are you, man? What you doin' here?
- Huh?
- What the fuck you lookin' at me for?
The man asked you a question.
What the hell are you doin' here?
Nothin', I'm just here.
I'm not lookin' for trouble.
- Is that right?
- You fuckin' with us, white boy?
No, man, like I said, I'm
not lookin' for trouble.
Bullshit!
Now, I'm gonna ask one more time.
What the fuck are you doin' here?
He's spying, man.
I'm not spyin'. Look I don't wanna get
in the middle of no big gang hassle.
Gang? You think we're some punk-ass gang?
I'm a businessman.
These are my associates.
Whatever you say, man, no problem.
Back off!
All o' ya!
Get outta here, or I'll blow
his fuckin' head off!
Don! Don! Come on!
Back off! You clear outta
here, or I'll kill him!
- I swear I will!
- K.J.!
Hurry, Don! Come on, man!
Make a run for it!
I mean it, man! Back off!
Don't shoot! He's got Lucky, man!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Hold your fire! I'll blow his head off!
Stop! Stop shootin' man!
Stop shootin'!
Fuck!
- Don! Jesus Christ!
- We gotta get out.
The fire escape, the window. Go!
Yo Savon, go downstairs. Make sure
nobody's tryin' to get out the window.
- All right.
- Just calm down. No more shootin'.
- What you want?
- Come on, stand up.
- Have you got a weapon? Huh?
- I ain't got nothin'!
- You got a weapon?
- I ain't got nothin'!
Huh?
Don't fuck with me, man.
I ain't got shit.
Yeah, what's this?
- Yo, Savon?
- Yeah?
- What was that?
- That was me.
I blasted at him tryin' to come down
the fire escape.
- Get him?
- Nah.
All right, stay posted down there.
No more shootin' unless I tell ya.
I don't wanna spook 'em
any more than they already are.
All right, all right.
Shit.
Goddamn it, Vince.
Why the hell didn't you stay
put like I said?
'Cause I thought you were
in trouble, that's why.
Where the hell did you
go all that time? Shit!
All right, Cletus, Wickey,
let's try this door.
They got Lucky in there. They're
probably tryin' to get out the back way.
- All right, cool.
- Come on.
Shit!
Now back off, all of ya!
You come any closer, he's a dead man!
Go on, get back. Get back!
Yeah? Marvin, goddamn it!
This ain't the time!
Nigga, I got some
problems right now. Yeah,
we're gonna handle business
on that package...
...but I gotta get back with your ass.
Yo Wickey, you know your way around here.
Is there Any
other way out beside the
door and that fire escape?
Hell, no. There ain't no other way out.
All right, check this out. Cletus, go
downstairs. Get rid of Goose's body.
Then go to the car, get the M-16.
But go out the same way we came in.
I don't want nobody to see us, aight?
Go on, man, get the fuck out.
Yo, hey in there, how we know Lucky's okay?
Tell him.
Hey, man, I'm cool,
but this motherfucker's crazy.
Don't worry about it, man.
We're gonna get you outta there.
Check his fanny pack down on the floor.
See if he's got a gun.
- Man, I told you. I ain't strapped.
- Shut up.
- Anything?
- Don, this guy's some kind of dope addict.
Figures!
All right, cut me two six-foot lengths
of that rope in my bag.
Come on, move.
Wickey, go down there, use Savon's phone.
Call up Luther, Moon and Davis and tell 'em
to get their asses over here right now.
- You got it.
- Yo, also call up Raymond.
Tell him I need some of that goddamn
heavy artillery he's got.
Raymond?
You sure you want him in on this?
Yeah, goddamn it! Don't give
me no motherfuckin' shit.
Get that goddamn camera outta my face!
- Von, give me your phone.
- For what?
- KJ wants Raymond here.
- Finally got some guns comin' up here.
Shit's gettin' hectic.
- Figure they're the police up there, man?
- Man, I ain't got no fuckin' idea.
Hello, Raymond?
Your name is Lucky, huh?
I ain't talkin' to you.
I ain't tellin' you shit.
Fine. Vince.
- How many did you see out there?
- Five. Tie his arm to that door.
There's gonna be more than that...
...'cause my big brother James down there,
foo, he's a king around here.
- He'll spread the word.
- Your big brother, huh?
That's right. Let me tell
you white boys somethin'.
You don't let me go, he's gonna fry
your motherfuckin' asses.
I thought you weren't talkin'.
Hey, James, we got your kid brother
tied spread-eagle against this door here.
That means anybody shoots at the
door, they're gonna kill him.
Anybody tries to break
it down, they're gonna
rip his arms outta their sockets.
You got that?
I hear ya. Just don't do
anything stoopid in there.
You gotta tell us, Bradlee, is
there another way outta here?
I don't gotta tell you shit.
Goddamn it.
Don, these bars are pretty solid.
Hey, Vince.
Over here.
Vince, that catwalk there
goes out to another building.
Now, if we can get to it,
there's gotta be another
stairway in there. We
can get to the truck.
Yo, Cletus, go on top. Keep it secure.
I wanna keep 'em totally boxed in.
Go, man.
Come on, go.
Careful.
Okay.
- Yo, Lucky! You alright?
- Yeah, man, I'm alright.
Shit!
Fuck that plan!
- Them motherfuckers still alive in there?
- Yeah!
- How many in there with ya?
- There's three, but one of 'em was tied...
- He can't talk right now!
- Yo, man. Listen, man.
We don't want no trouble.
We just want my brother back, man.
Just let him out. Why don't you come
out here, we could discuss this.
You just bring the cops.
We'll discuss it with them!
They're drug dealers.
They just threw a guy
off the roof. They ain't
gonna call the cops.
Yo yo yo, man, all that ain't necessary,
man. All we want is my brother back, man.
- All we want is Lucky, man!
- Find me a rag.
You heard him. As long as you got me,
they're gonna be on your asses like glue.
They already got the place
surrounded, and my brothers
will be here with more
artillery and soldiers.
Yeah? As long as we got you, they ain't
gonna be shootin' at us, are they?
I ain't scared of shit. You know why?
'Cause I've been through three
drive-bys, and I ain't never been hit.
Bullets just go around me.
That's why they call me Lucky.
Lucky, motherfucker!
Look, all they want is the kid.
Now they know we got a gun. Maybe if
we just let him go, they'll back off!
Damn it, Vince. They want us dead.
We're witnesses.
As long as he's alive, we got a chance.
If we let him go, they're
gonna kill us for sure.
("Lord Finesse - You Know What I'm About")
It's about time you guys got here.
- So, what's up? You got a problem?
- Yeah, we got a problem.
- Shit, three more.
- Makes eight of 'em.
We're screwed, Don.
Hey, yo, KJ, man, what's up?
Three white motherfuckers,
they got my kid brother in there.
- Three? I didn't see but two.
- Lucky said there was three.
- You get Raymond?
- Yeah, man, he'll be here.
White motherfuckers? Down here?
Who are they, 'the man'?
Hell, no. They just asked me for cops.
Now if they want cops, they can't be cops.
Damn it!
Shit.
Let me try that Halligan.
Come on. Here we go.
All right.
You fucker!
("Public Enemy - Gotta Do What I Gotta Do")
- Shit, another one.
- Looks like some fuckin' pimp.
"Leave me alone I got posse
bust the bets."
"You better watch me
I gotta do what I gotta do."
"So who the hell is you to
tell me how my song is wrong."
"You don't know."
Yo, Wickey, this is Raymond.
Where do you want me to park, man?
- What do you think's goin' on?
- Nothin' good.
I think I finally figured out...
...how you boys are gonna get
a chance to get outta here.
Body bags!
Oh, shit. Pussy in the trunk.
- Damn!
- Raymond's good for somethin!
All right. This shit here, takes
out a rat's ass at 300 yards.
Shit, I'll take that. I was
a sharpshooter in the army.
You sure? You don't look
like no sharpshooter.
I ain't shittin'. I was
the best in my company.
Ease back, motherfuckers. This is mine.
You know what I'm sayin'?
- Go, Wickey, dive in there.
- No, man, I don't need no big-ass gun.
Mess up my suit. This right
here will do me just fine.
All right, all right, Mr Leader Man.
- So, what's your plan?
- Come on over here.
Them country motherfuckers
was cryin' about the police, right?
They want cops? Give 'em cops.
Yeah!
- Hello, Officer Friend.
- How are you?
Hold it, hold it. Hold it.
This ain't gettin' us anywhere.
This place is too goddamn secure.
At least the good news is,
they can't get in either.
That means we just sit tight
and wait 'til the cops show up.
What are you laughin' about?
Who's gonna call the cops,
the pigeons or the rats?
What about a patrol car?
Don't patrol cars come around here?
Think they'd throw a guy
off the roof in broad
daylight if there was a
chance cops would come by?
Cops ain't comin' by, Vince.
We're on our own here.
We got 21 shells. I'm gonna take 11.
You're gonna take 10.
That way whoever's got the gun can reload.
Listen, I got an idea. Why don't
we bust down through this floor...
...and drop down to the
apartment right below us?
That ain't gonna work. If the
layout's the same as it is up here...
...we're gonna be stuck without
our hostage. We'd be dead meat.
Bradlee, you ever been down to the fourth
floor? Is there a back stairway down there?
Fuck you.
- Anything happen?
- No, all quiet, KJ.
Aight, go downstairs, help 'em out.
Tell.
Wickey to call me up
when he gets it set up.
- Is this gonna work?
- It better. I'm gettin' tired of this.
("Donald D - I'm Gonna Smoke Him")
Man, those are some weird fuckin'
footsteps. What is that?
Spikes. One of the guys was wearin'
baseball shoes. Big son of a bitch.
- Yeah?
- Savon, what up, man?
Shit, we're ready. Let's just do it.
They're gettin' close.
Man, this shit's got me pissed off.
Man, this is stoopid.
Got everything goin' good,
then two stoopid-ass honkies...
come up in here and fuck up everything
over some dumb nigger named Goose...
that nobody gives a fuck
about dead or alive.
Only thing keepin' 'em
alive is my brother.
Savon said that's
a bunch of bullshit.
Says you and Lucky ain't
even got the same pops.
He's my brother, man. I been takin' care
of him ever since he was born and I was 15.
All right, man. We hot, we goin'.
Stop, this is the police!
Stop! You there!
Nigger! Freeze!
Fucker! Spread your legs!
Spread 'em!
- Take it easy, man.
- Gotta make this shit look real, nigga.
Where you got the dope, boy?
Don, there's a cop out there!
Help! Hey, Don!
Get me out!
Someone come back here!
Come back! Get me outta this cha...
Shit. Come on.
Go! Go! Motherfuckers, move!
Go!
Go! Go! Go, man!
Get me the fuck outta here!
Shit! They got Davis.
Fuck!
Come here, you two idiots!
Come over here!
Bring your asses in here
right now! Move! Move!
Get me off this damn floor!
Come on, get me up off here!
What the hell? Move it,
both of ya! Hurry up!
What the fuck you tryin'
to do? Get me killed?
I thought he was a cop.
You stoopid peckerwood.
You'd fall for that shit?
- He was wearin' a uniform!
- You're just a stoopid, dumb-ass redneck!
You shut your goddamn mouth,
you black son of a bitch.
Black son of a bitch?
Fuck you! Kiss my black ass.
- Goddamn...
- Hey! Hey! Hey!
Vince!
If he doesn't shut up,
I'm gonna shut him up.
Man, what the fuck was that
bullshit goin' on over there?
I told you not to shoot
'til you got a clean shot.
- You got Davis killed.
- Oh, fuck that.
It wasn't my fault. It was
that motherfuckin' Luther!
- It was both you dumb motherfuckers.
- Okay, we fucked up.
But you fucked up too. Ain't
none of your shit worked all day.
The point is, what you gonna do now?
I'm gonna go up under them
so they don't dig no tunnel.
- You need to go get rid of Davis' body.
- I ain't the garbage man motherfucker.
Moon, go get rid of him.
Bullshit. That ain't
my motherfuckin' job.
No, Moon, go do it. At least I
know the shit'll get done right.
Now you! You keep this trigger-happy
shit up, you're gonna get all of us killed.
I don't know how. I ain't the leader.
I'm not gettin' anything.
It's not gonna work. There
ain't no apartments up there.
It's just attic.
No pipes, no plumbin'.
And I don't remember seein'
no metal on the floor.
Yeah, but shit, tryin'
to pick up metal cleats?
- Nothin' here.
- I'm goin', Vince.
- Wait a second, let's stick to the plan.
- I'm goin'.
Damnit, if he's down by that window,
he can still get a shot at you.
You just let me keep scannin' the floor
'til I find him. That way we'll be sure.
All right. Well, find him, will ya?
What are you guys doin' now?
Man, where'd you get all this shit from?
- Anything yet?
- No, nothing.
Man, you know I'm gonna be there. Raymond
ain't gonna let you down. What you need?
- Yo, Raymond?
- Hang on a second, man.
I need you to do some recon for me.
Figure out how them fools got here.
- I know they didn't walk.
- I ain't got time to be playin' army...
...with you trigger-happy motherfuckers.
I got business to take care of.
Yo, cancel it. You're workin' for me now.
I'm hirin' you for the rest of the day.
What the fuck you waitin' on?
Get to work, motherfucker.
Yo, we're gonna have to
reschedule that thing.
I got him!
- Whereabouts?
- Right over here.
All right, I'm goin'.
Wait a second.
He's movin'.
Jesus Christ.
Give me that.
What are you gonna do?
Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
- Don't cut me! Don't cut!
- I'm gonna cut you loose, old man.
I need your chair, but
you better behave yourself.
Yeah, I'll behave myself.
You can have the chair.
- I got a table downstairs you can have.
- Go!
Yeah, you can have it!
Careful.
Halligan.
What's up, man?
You dump the body?
Yeah, I threw him in
the trunk of your car.
What?
- You heard me.
- Man, fuck you.
Flashlight.
Something here.
Holy shit.
There's more, Vince!
Lord have mercy. I've been sleepin'
under all this all these nights.
I don't believe it.
This is it, Vince. This is it.
There's a treasure trove up here.
It's all here.
Just like the newspaper said.
- You're damn right.
- Our ship's come in, buddy. We're rich.
Now you peckerwoods are
startin' to make some sense.
Now I can see why you was
tearin' up this place.
Though I can't figure... if it's in the
ceiling, why'd he say it was in the floor?
I mean, we both heard him.
The man's dyin' words: "It's in the floor".
Wait a second. Wait a second.
It's a map of the ceilin',
not the floor. Look.
Hold it up. It's right as rain.
He drew it layin' on his back.
Oh, Eugene, you dumb fuck,
that ain't no way to draw a map.
Wow, this stuff's been in there over
50 years. It's not even tarnished.
You don't know nothin, do ya?
That's the beauty of gold.
It never tarnishes, lasts forever too.
You can melt it down, pound it,
twist it, piss on it...
...but it's always the same gold.
It was here long before we were;
Be here long after we're gone.
Bet you a lot of men have died for
the gold that's just in this one piece.
How'd you get to be such
an expert on the subject?
He probably heard it in
some pawnshop somewhere.
You don't know nothin',
neither one of you.
It's all here, Vince.
It's all here. All we gotta do
is pack it up and get to that catwalk.
We'll get our butts outta here.
I told you!
I told you we're rich.
We're rich, buddy! We're rich!
Hey, you broke my rockin' chair!
Hey, man, you all right?
What the fuck they doin' up there?
Havin' a party?
I don't know. It's the last one
they ever gonna have.
Don't even trip, Savon.
Now, you ain't the boss.
Now, the man said no shootin'.
Don't you ever draw down
on me, motherfucker.
Christ, what now?
Come on, man, just let me go. Please!
- I'm sick.
- What do you mean you're sick?
He's a junkie.
He needs his dope. They get sick
all the time, if they don't get a fix.
- Shakin', pukin'.
- Geez, that's too bad.
Fuck you. You just remember that
that gold is ours.
- Yeah, how do you figure?
- This is our territory.
- You don't live down here. We do.
- Bullshit! I live here.
All your kind ever does
is fuck everything up.
I got a better claim
to that gold than you.
You? That's a hot one.
That's really fucked up, man.
Only time you white boys ever come down
here is when you wanna rip us off.
Hey man, we didn't come
down here to rip you off.
We're just tryin' to get
ahead like everybody else.
Look, motherfucker, the gold is ours.
You let it go.
Maybe I can talk my brother
into keepin' you boys alive.
- You mean that?
- He's talking through his ass, Vince.
Gag him, or I'll come over there
and shut him up myself.
Didn't I tell you to kill
that cowboy crap?
Yo, man, I just shot
the catwalk out there, man.
I'm thinkin' we gotta discourage 'em
from gettin' across somehow.
You need to stop thinkin' with your
trigger finger and use your brain.
- You're gonna get my brother killed!
- Alright, man. Fuck it. Alright.
Bradlee, you sure there ain't nobody
else livin' around here?
Somebody like you who might've
heard that shootin'?
Fella used to live around
here named Thomas.
Thomas, he'd go twice a month to
give blood. That's how he got money.
But the last time they
told him not to come back
no more. He was a real
sad fella, no family.
He never could get
his shoes on right.
That was summertime.
I ain't seen him since.
Yo, Luther.
Where are you, man?
Over here, on the catwalk.
What you doin' here, man?
King James sent me over
to help you look out.
I don't need no help. Man, I
got this covered. Go on back.
Okay, call King James
and tell him...
...that you think his plan is full of shit.
You crazy?
Know what's gonna happen?
Motherfuckin' police gonna
be around here. And these
white motherfuckers friends.
You think this is on now?
It's really gonna be on then.
King James! Like he's
king of the street or somethin'.
Ain't nobody king of the street.
It's all about survival.
It's all about gettin' yours.
It ain't about takin' no
chances, and it damn sure ain't
about jeopardizing your
whole motherfucking crew.
Man, I like Savon, man.
I like him a lot, man.
He's just a hothead.
He thinks he knows it all.
I used to be just like Savon man,
when I was comin' up. Just like him!
You just gotta be philosophical
about this shit, man. It's all crazy.
As long as you know it's crazy,
you're all right.
But soon as you try to make logic
outta this, you're fucked up...
...'cause it don't make no sense.
See, the white man makes dope,
right? Then he gives it to us.
Then he wants to buy it from us, right?
Then he puts us in jail when we sell it to
him. Man, it don't make no fuckin' sense.
Only thing a man's got is his family
and his pride. That's all he's got.
Man, I don't know what
this stuff is anymore.
God's gold, our gold, fool's gold.
About all we can do...
...is take as many of 'em with us as
we can, and hope for the best.
Maybe we could try walkin' outta here,
usin' Lucky as a human shield.
Not with just one gun. Be better off
tryin' to nail one of them first,
get ourselves another weapon.
What about tradin' the gold
to 'em for our safety?
They'd kill us anyway.
I would if I was them.
Truth is Vince, I don't see any way we're
gonna get outta here quiet.
A fortune in gold, and
it's just plain worthless.
We might as well let Bradlee go.
Yeah.
Hey, Bradlee.
We got no reason to hold you here anymore.
- You're free to go.
- Hey, wait a minute.
I got a proposition for ya.
That gold laying over there
is worth maybe a million dollars.
Now, you can have it. You can have all
of it. You can take it all with ya.
You just promise me one thing:
You're gonna call the cops for us.
It ain't no good. It ain't gonna do me
no damn bit of good.
How the hell am I supposed
to get outta here?
They're gonna kill me as soon as
I step one foot outside the door.
Them niggers'd kill anybody,
including their own grandma.
Well you haven't got much of a
chance in here with us.
Look, if I can figure a way to
get us outta here, do I get the gold?
- You know a way out?
- Do I get the gold?
- Hell, yes! - Let's hear 'im out!
- Wait a minute!
You listen to me old man.
You know a way for us
to get outta here, we split
the gold three ways!
- We're all in this together.
- That's not what you said a minute ago.
A minute ago we was all dead.
Now, you take it or leave it.
I'll take it. The chimney.
There's a chimney behind the wall.
We could get out through the chimney.
Well, here it is.
We still got a deal?
("Sir Mix-A-Lot - I Check My Bank")
"... and keep all the shit
under my control."
"That's how I'm livin'
I check my bank."
"A word to the cops
I can't be stopped."
"A word to my enemies
I don't drop flop."
"A word to the Klan
I don't pick crops."
"You can run up with your whipper
to just run up 'til you're hot."
"A word to the tipper..."
"A word to the bourgeois
Fuck off, y'all."
"A word to apartheid
You bounced the ball."
This is gonna work, Vince.
We gotta go up, but there's an access
door up there, put us right on the roof.
("Gangstarr - Gotta Get Over (Taking Loot)")
Shit!
Don, hold it!
- Cops!
- Vince, no! Wait!
- It's a police car! It's the real police!
- No, Vince, we don't need 'em!
You're crazy! Hey...
- Hey, poli...
- Son of a bitch!
Now you listen to me, Vince. We got a
million dollars worth of gold here...
...if those cops get in,
they will take it away.
Fuck the goddamn gold!
No, fuck you!
You ain't gonna fuck this up for me, Vince.
I want that gold!
The only reason we're in this
shit is because you fucked up.
If you didn't go out there
when they killed that man...
...none of this would've happened.
I can get outta here on my own, Vince.
Are you with me or not?
Now you listen to him, them cops'd
come in here, shoot us in the
head and take the gold for themselves!
That's what'd they do.
You keep an eye on Lucky.
You keep him fuckin' quiet!
Shut up! Shut up! We don't want
those policemen in here!
Shit, man. You ain't gonna
waste 'em, are you?
Take your hands off the wheel.
Roll your window down.
I do somethin' wrong, officer?
Mind tellin' me what you're
doin' around here G?
Look, tell you the truth I was just
lookin' for a place to take a leak.
Mm-hmm.
Step on outta the car, Hoss.
Man, somethin' ain't right.
Don't them fools know the
police're out there?
Why ain't they sayin' nothin'?
I hope Luther doesn't take a shot at 'em.
Do you want me to call him?
No. Even he ain't that stoopid.
We got a report of some shots
being fired in the area.
You wouldn't know nothin'
about that, though, would ya?
No, sir. Like I said, I was just
lookin' for a place to take a leak.
Turn around. Put your hands
on top of the car.
- What's up?
- We just got a call. It's a 10-85.
- What's up with this guy?
- Him? Nothin'. Just hangin'.
- Let's get the hell outta here, man.
- All right.
Here, man.
Look, this ain't no public outhouse here.
There's some gas station along the
highway there. Why don't you find one?
Cool.
They're steppin' off, man.
Yeah, cool.
Hey!
They're gone, and there
nothin' you can do about it.
Now, we're goin' outta here
with the gold... together.
- What the fuck is that?
- What the fuck does it look like, man?
I found their car! Don't worry about it.
It ain't goin' nowhere.
From Arkansas? That means they
came at least 200 miles.
One of these fools from outta town?
What the fuck's up?
I don't know.
What they doin' here, Raymond?
Why didn't they call
for those fuckin' pigs?
- Hey, I got no idea, man.
- What the fuck am I payin' you for then?
Wait a minute. Maybe they
didn't even see the cops.
Hey they saw the fuckin' cops.
There ain't no doubt about that.
Look, I can give a fuck
what they're doin' here.
I say we handle these
motherfuckers right now!
Yeah? And how
we gonna do that?
Simple. We burn 'em.
Shit, nigger. We go
in there smokin' them
motherfuckers, some of
us gonna get burned too.
I'm talkin' 'bout fire motherfucker!
I'm talkin'
'bout burnin' this
place to the ground!
Ain't nobody gonna care,
'cause these places go up every day.
Now that ain't bad, KJ
That ain't bad at all.
Yeah, but what about Lucky, man?
If he really lucky,
he'll walk away from this.
If not...
- I'm callin' a truce.
- What for?
- I wanna talk to 'em.
- Man, you wanna talk! I wanna burn!
- Look man, just give me five minutes.
- Man, that's bullshit!
Your shit's been bullshit all day!
Look, Von, you gonna do
what the hell I say,
or you gonna be a dead man.
Come on, man.
I'll go down with ya.
- Come on.
- Man, fuck you.
- Yeah, I'm right here, nigger.
- Come on.
Hey, hey listen up, man.
You gotta keep cool.
- Don't touch me, motherfucker!
- You got me all wrong here, man.
Now from where I'm standin'
you the only one around
here makin' any sense.
King James' has lost it.
I can't even deal with
the motherfucker no more.
Ain't that the fucking truth.
Yeah, you see, that's why I figured you the
only one around here I can trust.
You and me, we got the same interests.
Interests?
What interests?
Interest in makin' sure them white
motherfuckers don't walk outta here.
Now you wanna know why they didn't signal
the police? 'Cause they found somethin'!
Somethin' so valuable they don't
want nobody else in on it.
- Is that right?
- Now, the way I figure it,
you and me, we work this out,
we come out lookin' real nice.
Gold!
Hey, you in there!
I need to talk to you guys.
Hey, you in there!
We gotta talk right now!
What do you want?
We need to talk about a truce, man.
I want a truce.
Bullshit! What about?
About this situation.
Now you either gonna
talk to me right now, or
fuck you! I'm finished
playin' with your ass.
- Let's hear him out.
- It's a damn trick.
- You can't trust these bastards.
- You listen to him, he's right!
Look man. Why don't you
just open the slot in
that door crack so we
can talk, motherfucker?
Hey, maybe I can get a clear shot at him
through the peep slot...
- ...blow his fuckin' head off.
- He says he wants a truce.
What the hell is gonna
hurt to talk to him?
Because it's a
trick, that's why!
Listen to me, both of ya.
We're gonna talk
to him, goddamn it, hear
what's on his mind.
Now maybe he wants out of this whole
situation just like we do.
He don't know nothin' about the gold.
Sure as hell ain't gonna
hurt to talk to him.
Okay, it's open.
You try anything, your brother's gonna
get a bullet in the head.
All right. I'm steppin' out
here in the open...
...to let you know I ain't got
no bad intentions, okay?
Start talkin', James.
Look, we both got a problem, right?
Hey man, we didn't come here
lookin' for trouble.
This whole thing's
just a big misunderstanding.
Okay, misunderstanding.
All I want to know is who the fuck are you?
What the fuck are you doin' here?
What are we gonna tell him?
- We're just visitin'.
- Bullshit!
White guys don't come up here
unless they're cops, and you ain't cops.
- So what the fuck's goin' on?
- We're just lookin' around.
Yo man, you better give me
some straight answers!
Hey, you don't own this place. We got as
much right to be here as anybody else.
Case you ain't heard,
this is still a free country.
This is my goddamn territory. You don't
come up here wavin' no guns around,
fuckin' with my family,
taking hostages and shit!
Yeah, what's up?
Luther, Raymond.
What's goin' on up there, man?
Everything fine?
Look, you let us go, we let him go.
Everybody just walks away.
We're not goin' to the cops, I swear.
- Is that right?
- Swear to God, man.
You give me a Bible, we'll swear on it.
Man, that's too easy. Why you didn't call
for the cops when they were here?
Hey, you heard the deal.
Now you take it or leave it!
Man, I want some straight fuckin' answers.
Luther, man, one of' em's trying to
get out the fire escape. Shoot him!
Where?
One of those snow boys tried to
kick it out the fire escape.
They fuckin' with you, K J,
laughin' behind your back,
tryin' to pull some shit on ya.
Luther said the dude got back
in before he could nail his ass.
Tell Moon to get his ass up here now.
Luther, tell Moon to get his ass up here.
Son of a bitch set us up.
Shit, I thought he was
goin' for it too.
I told you it was a trick.
Did you hit 'im?
- No, I missed.
- Shit!
Savon, Moon!
Go get some gas.
Oh, shit! Finally we doin'
some shit right...
- ...like I been tellin' you all day.
- Alright, alright, alright.
Check this out Von, this is
what I want you to do. I
want you to get some grease,
some of that C-four.
I want ya to hook up some
of them specials, the way I
like it. We're gonna blow
this piece of shit up...
...and burn it to
the fuckin' ground.
Yeah, you know I know what time it is.
C'mon Moon.
Alright, check this out, Wickey.
Talk to Cletus, then call Luther...
...make sure that dumb
motherfucker knows what's goin' on.
Word.
Hey, Video, you goin' or what?
Whazz up man?
- We need some help.
- No, I'm stayin' with KJ.
Aw, man, you lazy punk, man. Stop actin'
like a girl, man. Get off KJ's junk.
("Black Sheep - On The Wall")
Those handholds look solid to me.
I figure we can make it up okay.
Bradlee, hurry up and pack that gold.
Hey, supposin' those fuckers bust in here
while we're halfway up the chimney?
That kid's gonna start yappin',
and our ass is gonna be cooked.
Yeah.
- You got a point.
- We gotta shut him up.
Yeah.
Sure, Don, kill him.
Kill him in cold blood.
C'mon, what choice have we got?
This is survival, Vince.
He's just a junkie.
He's gonna die anyway.
We got a fuckin' choice!
Well I'm open to suggestions.
You got any bright ideas?
- Well shit, we could knock him out!
- Alright. Here.
Let's see you do it.
Go on, take this in the other room,
and hit him on the head with it.
Wait a second.
Aw, shit!
Look, he's got cocaine or heroin,
or whatever the hell this stuff is.
- What if we dope him up?
- I don't want nothin' to do with no dope!
Bradlee, finish packin' the gold.
At least it's not murder, Don.
- You know anything about doin' this?
- No...
...but he does.
Hey, man. Be careful, man.
That's all I got.
How long is it supposed to heat?
Until it gets milky, man.
Strain it with that cotton ball over here.
It's milky.
Put the cotton ball on top.
Bradlee may need some help in there.
Keep an eye on the gold.
Make sure it all gets in the sack.
Okay.
You got no idea how lucky you are, mister.
Come on, please, man. Let me do that.
C'mon man, let me do it by myself.
You don't know what you're doing.
Hey, man, you could hurt me
if you do it wrong, you know?
Come on, man, listen. Just untie me.
Look, I swear you won't have no trouble.
Come on. Please, man. Come on.
You might mess up one of my veins, man.
Come on.
- All right. All right.
- Please.
- One arm!
- Cool.
Come on, hurry up.
Here.
What are you waitin' for?
I'm just waitin' for the vein to pop up.
Don! Oh, shit!
Help me get him on his back!
Don, you okay, man? Oh, my God!
Hang on. Hang on. You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be all right, man.
You'll be okay. You'll be okay.
James!
James!
Hang on. Let me get it out, huh?
It's gonna be okay.
Fucker!
Get off, motherfucker!
James! James!
Wickey! Man, I think I got Lucky.
What? What are you talkin' about?
It wasn't my fault, man.
The white dude turned him.
Now you just tell King
James it wasn't my fault.
Lucky's dead? Are you sure?
No, man, he's dead. I'm tellin' you.
Now, I'm gettin' outta here. You just
tell King James it wasn't my fault.
I'm outta here.
Vince. Vince.
Get me outta here.
You just fuckin' hang on.
I'm gonna get you out. You just hang on.
Hey, you can mix some of
this shit in there...
- ...make it like napalm.
- Just hurry up.
Yo, Von, What's goin' on
with that C-four over there?
This shit's waterproof and fireproof...
- ...but it ain't gonna blow 'til I say so.
- Word!
Hold up a stick of the
C-four, man. I need a close-up.
Shut up, bitch.
Luther says Lucky's dead.
- He said them white dudes shot him.
- Get the fuck out. It can't be.
You sure, man?
He says it's no mistake, man.
Who shot him? Which one did it?
He didn't... he didn't say.
Guess he wasn't too lucky, huh?
I'll go up the chimney.
You pick him up, and
you take him into that
room over there...
...and you seal yourself
in and don't make a sound.
I don't figure this idea about jumpin'
across them rooftops is gonna work.
But maybe I can rappel down.
Rappel? What the shit you
talkin' 'bout, rappel?
Never you mind. Now, listen to me.
When they break in here...
...they're gonna see that chimney hole
and think all three of us went up.
That's gonna send 'em outta
here lookin' for us.
You just sit tight.
You wait 'til I come back with some help.
How do I know you ain't
gonna cut and leave us here?
I mean, after all, you don't owe
him nothin', or me either.
Guess you're just gonna have to trust me.
Yo, Moon. Spread these cocktails
all through the building, man.
Make sure this motherfucker blow up.
Video, what the fuck you doin'? Won't
you help? You ain't done shit all day!
- I'm tapin...
- Get the...
My fuckin' camera!
Look what you did to my fuckin' camera!
Show's canceled, punk.
Now it's blowin' up with everything else.
Now, goddamn it, Video, you help Moon
spread the fuckin' grease.
KJ! Let's use this.
Where's the gold? The gold!
Shit!
Ah, man, this shit didn't
have to happen, man.
I'm sorry, Luck.
I... I'm sorry, Luck.
After you set that timer, meet
me downstairs in the basement.
Hold up, Superfly.
Let's get one thing straight.
I done did all the work.
I done took all the risk.
So when we spread that gold around,
90 percent of it's mine.
You know what I'm sayin'?
I understand your argument.
KJ, come here!
Look at this! The chimney!
They got up the chimney!
Damn! They're on the roof.
I'm gonna finish this.
Hold on! What you want me to do?
Where do you want me?
You Stay here. You watch the chimney and
stay with Lucky, man.
Don't let him burn, man.
Don't let him burn.
But Lucky's de... dead.
Savon! That you?
Ohh! Shit!
Agh!
- You're gonna die, motherfucker.
- I'll take you with me.
What's this all about, man?
What the hell you white boys
doin' up here anyway?
Gold! It's all about gold.
Gold? You crazy!
Aaah!
Hello? No, King James can't
come to the phone!
Because he's dead, that's why!
Hello, 9-1-1? Hello?
KJ!
KJ!
King James is dead, man.
- No, man!
- Back off!
He's a brother. I thought
we were poppin' white
boys, not brothers. I don't
want no part of this!
- I'm sick of it, Moon.
- I say we shoot him. He can identify us.
Look at him. Where's he goin'?
He ain't gonna identify us.
I'm sick of it.
Yo if you wanna pop him, you go ahead
and pop him. I'm outta here.
You better get outta here, old man.
The whole place is goin' up.
No!
No!
No! Oh, shit!
Who you, old man?
What you doin' with my bag?
I left that here. Put it down.
This here's my personal stuff in here.
This is all I got!
Is that right? I think you got some
gold in there. Put it down!
I don't know nothin' about no gold!
What would I be doin' with some gold?
Don't fuck with me, old man.
I know you got somethin' in there.
That gold's goin' with me, or I'm gonna
bust a cap in your ass. Put it down!
You want it, you can take it. I don't wanna
die for no sack of goods.
You got that right, old fool.
Fuck it!
You can burn up with everything else!
Oh, shit!
Where you goin', Von?
I see you found the gold.
Thought you were supposed to
have your ass in the basement?
I know where I'm supposed to be.
What the fuck you wanna pimp me off for?
You wouldn't have known shit...
...about that gold if
it hadn't been for me.
I figure that entitles me to a little
bit more than ten percent, don't you?
- Hell no!
- Superfly this, motherfucker!
Hey! Hey, man! Hey!
That's my gold, man!
That's my gold!
Hey, mother... fucker, that's...
Agh.
Hey! You better get outta here
while you got a chance.
Bradlee, are you okay? I was
afraid you guys didn't get out.
I went down the chimney and got out
through the furnace. Now, get outta here!
- Where's Don?
- He's dead. Blew up with the gold.
I'm tellin' you, you better get outta
here before them niggers catch you.
- What about you?
- They don't care about me.
But they will kill you. Now, move!
Come with me, man.
- I can't keep up. Get outta here.
- Come on.
Run! Don't worry about me. Go on!
Move! Move!
Go on, run!
"How many bullets can your back
hold, sucker from the H.K."
"The red dots you have drawn
from the light ray."
"Boom-bam-bust, oh damn, kid
your head is a pile of pus"
"I'm kickin' up much stuff
The brother you can't trust."
"This is my hood
my gold, my turf."
"My stash, my grip
whatever the hell it's worth"
"I don't need nobody
comin' in my territory."
"Tryin' to rip a brother off
a killer, damn sob story."
"Take a good look
see I'm nothin' but a jacker."
"About to fill the rap
of a greedy-ass cracker."
"Hell, what's new so you know
the punks stand out."
"Comin'in my hood
with his handout."
"Tryin' to get over on the
black but they don't do that"
"I'll put a damn slug
in his back."
"And with a boom ping-ping
It ain't no thing."
"To blast the greedy little
suckers that trespass."
"Ollie-ollie ox
I'm free, here comes the G"
"I'm saggin'and enter
the dragon like Bruce Lee"
"I got to get more money
more money."
"Can't get sex
with no money."
"See, I'm kind ofr greedy 'cause
all my heroes got zeroes."
"Number one is my gun
About to get paid at last."
"But now I'm gettin'covered
in dirt and grass, kick it."
"The madder I get the higher
the debt the deeper you get."
"The thicker the sweat 'cause I'm
the brother with fat clout."
"Put you in
but you gotta get back out."
"No easy job for some suckers
that's out to rob."
"Cross hair on your dome
and your mind's blown."
"You wanna go home."
"Ain't that a bitch
Q dig this pitch."
"Don't trespass."
"I got a full-time job takin' suckers
out breakin' 'em off, yeah word"
"I love revokin' clout
Yeah, test me, stress me."
"Who could the best be
Who."
"The teflon nine
got the best, G."
"But when you're greedy
you don't care about life itself."
"You're chasin'
extreme wealth."
"You can't be trusted 'cause
trust ain't in the damn game"
"'Scandalous' is
your middle name"
"I'm the black brother
you're stuck with."
"Ice Cube, a.k.a.
the Wrong Brother to Fuck With"
"I'm rich, pitchin'a bitch
about gettin' more."
"The big fish
swimmin' in big dough."
"You can't back stab her
I've got to have a Lexus coupe."
"When I trip with the ski mask
gotta get the cash."
"My homeboy ain't home
so now I trespass."
"Trespass"