Vengeful (2024) Movie Script

(laid-back music)
(lights clattering and buzzing)
(thunder clapping) (rain pattering)
(horns honking)
(brooding music)
(engine revving) (crickets chirping)
(Coby exhaling)
(brooding music continues)
- How you doing?
- Hey there.
How can I help you?
Can I get a cheap
pack of cigarettes please?
Sure, uh, what would you like?
[Coby] Uh, the gold
pack right there, Marlboro.
I got you.
(register beeping)
Okay, that'll be 6.56, please.
Nah, it's gonna be free.
Don't freak out now.
Don't start freaking out.
Come on. Just stay calm and
open up the register for me.
Okay.
(register beeping) (cashier whimpering)
Don't hurt me. (Register beeping)
(cashier whimpering)
- Come on.
- Please don't hurt me.
- Please don't hurt me.
- Come on.
- I ain't fucking around.
- It's not-
- Let's go.
- Please, please, I'm sorry.
- Please don't hurt me.
- Bullshit.
- Please don't hurt me.
- Come on.
[Cashier] Please don't hurt me.
- Get on the fucking ground.
- Please don't hurt me.
Let's go.
- Please don't hurt me.
- Come on.
- I'm sorry.
- You know how
to open this shit.
You do this every fucking day.
(engine humming)
[Dispatcher] This is dispatch.
Yeah, 31, go ahead.
(static hissing)
[Dispatcher] We have a
silent alarm set at 6422 Main,
possible 211 in progress.
(static hissing)
Copy that, 10-4, en route,
uh, ETA about, uh, five mike.
Any other units available?
(static hissing)
[Dispatcher] Negative,
we are blocked out.
I'll send one as soon as I can.
Copy, let me know how
that changes, all right?
Thank you.
(static hissing)
- Way to start our night.
- Yeah.
Ready to roll?
(engine roaring)
(engine humming)
[Announcer] Next stop, Business.
(register clattering) (hand thudding)
[Cashier] Mister, I'm so sorry.
Come on. This is bullshit.
You know how to do this shit.
[Taylor] Let's get this motherfucker.
[Cashier] I'm sorry.
It has a mind of its own.
[Coby] Pigs.
(footsteps plodding)
This is Officer Michaels with Metro PD.
We know you're in here.
Put down your weapon and
come out with your hands up.
Just gonna cover
behind the rear there.
- He's, he's over here.
- Stay the fuck down.
- Okay.
(tense music)
Is, is that him in the back?
[Michaels] Yeah, he's
just coming down the rear.
Okay.
Hey, put your gun down.
Come out right now.
[Michaels] This is Officer
Michaels with the Metro PD.
Come out with your hands up.
Put the gun down and come out right now.
Let's go, man.
[Coby] You're gonna have to
come get me, you fucking pigs.
[Taylor] Hey, I'm gonna
let my dog go in five seconds
if you don't come out, five, four-
[Coby] Three, two, one,
motherfucker, come and get me.
[Taylor] Man, don't fuck around.
You're making this hard, man.
- Taylor.
- Yo.
Think I recognize him.
- Yeah?
- Think that's your boy.
Coby, is that you?
- No.
- Motherfucker.
It is. God, hey, put your gun down.
Goddammit, Coby, come here.
Hey, what's going on?
What are you doing, man?
[Coby] Robbing the
joint, what does it look like?
[Taylor] Dude, why the fuck
are you doing, what are ya,
do you need help?
No, I don't need your help.
Yeah, you do.
Man, get, forget all that shit in the past.
The past is the past.
- I can help.
- Don't be bringing
- up the fucking past.
- Hey, don't,
don't point your fucking gun at me.
You're high. You need
to go to fucking rehab.
- I'll pay for it.
- The fuck?
- Fuck rehab.
- Hey, you're high as fuck.
Don't be giving me that shit.
- Fuck off.
- Yo, hey.
I don't give a (grunting).
Watch him, Goddammit, fuck.
Get up, man.
You okay, huh?
What the fuck are you doing?
- Huh?
- Fucking need money.
All you gotta do is ask.
Now I gotta fucking cuff
you to get you outta here.
Goddammit.
[Coby] Look, I saw everything.
Fuck, let's go.
Put these motherfuckers
on tight as fuck, you fuck.
Hey, hey, hey, stop, stop, hey.
Get him outta here.
Is that gun registered to you?
Fuck no it ain't. What, do
I look fucking stupid to you?
Where is it?
Fuck, man, get him outta here.
I'll take care of the clerk, yeah.
Fuck, Goddammit.
(gun clanking)
(door beeps)
Hey, come on, huh?
Where the fuck did, hey, come here.
These cameras work?
- Yeah, they work.
- Okay, give me the tapes.
Why do you need the tape?
Give me the fucking tapes.
(brooding music)
(item clattering)
This the only hard drive?
That's all of it.
Better be.
You know who that kid was?
- No.
- That was my son.
And we're getting him out of here, 'kay?
You help us, and we'll help you.
We run this fucking city.
You understand? Get it?
'Kay.
I don't want something
bad to happen to you,
so don't fuck up.
Now go on over there and sit down.
You're not hurt. You're okay.
- 31, dispatch.
- Go ahead, 31.
The robbery suspect
description's gonna be
a six-foot black male wearing a gray hoodie
walking north from 6422 Main, copy.
[Dispatcher] Copy, black
male, six feet, gray hoodie,
heading north from 6422 Main.
Get it?
- Yeah.
- 'Kay.
Detective's gonna be here
shortly, gonna take a report,
and that's the description
you're gonna give.
(brooding music) (static hissing)
[Officer] 119 dispatch.
I got a black male with a gray hoodie
matching the description from the robbery.
[Dispatcher] Copy 119, show you out
on possible 211 suspect.
(static hissing) (brooding music continues)
(door clattering) (car beeps)
[Officer] Hey, freeze,
motherfucker. Don't move.
Put your hands in the air.
- Fuck y'all want?
- I said put your hands
in the air and turn around.
Man, I didn't even...
Put your hands in the air
- and turn around.
- I didn't do nothing.
[Officer] Put your
fucking hands in the air,
or I'm gonna shoot you in the face.
- Man, I just came from work.
- Turn around.
I'm just... Turn around.
Here come the detectives.
They're gonna take your report.
Better make it the right one.
You don't know what it's gonna cost ya.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- How you doing tonight?
- I'm good.
- Good to see you.
- Thanks.
- How you doing?
- Doing well.
- Lieutenant Marshall.
- Yep.
- Great.
- So what we got going on?
This is Maria, and she's the clerk here.
They got robbed not too long ago,
and, uh, she has everything you need.
- All right.
- Well, we'll just have
a couple questions for ya, okay?
Get your notepad out for that.
Can you, uh, tell me what happened tonight?
A man came into the store,
and he asked to buy some cigarettes,
and then he pulled a gun
out and tried to rob me.
Uh, I pushed the panic button.
Can you describe what he looked like?
He was a six foot,
and he was wearing a hoodie.
He had a beard.
[Officer] Okay, so was he
white? Was he black, Hispanic?
He was black.
Yeah? Are you sure?
You look a little uncertain.
He was black.
What color was the hoodie?
[Maria] It was a gray hoodie.
So you mean to tell me don't none
of these cameras work in this store?
They're all broken.
No tapes or anything as well?
[Maria] No.
- Okay.
- Hmm.
You all right?
I, uh, gave her description to dispatch.
They put it out APB.
So we've got units out
there looking for him.
[Suspect] Okay, I'm
working Piers and 4th.
[Officer] Here's the suspect.
Is that the guy that robbed this place?
Here's the suspect.
[Officer] Hey, is that the guy?
Yeah, that's him.
What? I didn't fucking rob no place.
[Officer] Hey, shut
the up, you piece of shit.
And fuck you, motherfucker.
What you implying?
- Hey.
- I didn't do nothing.
- Yeah, that's him.
- That's him.
Get him the fuck outta here.
What? I didn't fucking do-
[Officer] Yeah, just get
him the fuck outta here.
Yo, motherfucker, I didn't rob no store.
- Yeah?
- I didn't fucking rob
no store.
[Officer] Walk. (Pensive music)
Judge Hoffman, Judge Hoffman,
look, case number 28-103
Metro City v. Raymond Jones,
I don't think we have enough
evidence for a guilty plea.
We already have a plea deal on the table.
The kid couldn't secure a private attorney.
We have him exactly where we want him.
All due respect, Judge Hoffman,
are we trying these cases based on validity
or socioeconomic status?
Abby, you know how this works.
With all due respect,
Jeff, I didn't go to five years
of law school just to throw people away.
How's Emily enjoying that
expensive private school?
Don't bring my daughter into this, Jeff.
Your recommendation for district attorney
comes highly referred.
Think about it.
(footsteps plodding)
(Abby sighs)
(gavel thudding)
Raymond Jones, the
court hereby finds you guilty
of first-degree armed robbery.
You will be immediately transferred
to begin your 120-month sentence
at the state corrections center.
Court is adjourned.
(gavel thudding) (solemn music)
(gate clattering)
(solemn music continues)
(door rasping and clattering)
(gate clattering)
(inmates chattering indistinctly)
(hand knocking)
[Guard] Jones, let's go.
(pensive music)
(gate clattering)
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music continues)
(engine roaring)
(engine humming)
[Driver] Hey, brother, I saw you walking
a little bit further down the road.
Where you headed?
I'm actually headed
down to the bus station.
Are you? Where you going?
I'm going into the city.
[Driver] Oh, I'm going
to the city too, man.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Can you give me a lift?
- Hop on in.
- All right.
- All right.
(door clattering) (pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(birds chirping)
(footsteps plodding) (door squeaking)
Who's that coming in my house?
Oh, my God.
You're home - Mama, I'm home.
[Mom] Is that you? Is that really you?
Yes.
[Mom] You are home.
[Raymond] Yes, look at you, Mama.
Look at you, oh, God.
Thank you, Jesus, for
bringing my baby home.
I was just sitting there in the kitchen.
Are ya hungry?
I am hungry.
Okay, Mama gonna fix you
up something really good in here.
Welcome home, baby.
I can't believe you're really here.
- Yes, I'm home.
- I can't believe it.
(fork rasping)
Slow down, son. Slow down.
Mama.
This is some good food.
I haven't had a home-cooked
meal in a long time.
You still got it.
Oh, I know I do, and I'm
glad you enjoying it, son.
But tell me. How are you really feeling?
You know, Mom, I was a little confused.
I didn't expect the world to change as much
as it has since I got out.
I really don't know where to start.
I tell you a good place
where you can start.
You can start right here.
Wow.
I haven't seen Rain in, like,
four or five years, Mama.
They used to come visit me,
but now when I write, call, nothing.
But I understand.
I've been in prison her whole life,
and she could never understand
when she would come visit me
why I can't come home
with her, so I get it.
I tell you what, you
know her mom still work
down at that diner down the street.
- Oh, yeah?
- You know, the same one.
It ain't closed.
So maybe you ought a reach out to her.
Yeah, I'll go pay her a visit.
But I need to get myself
together first, Mama.
I need to find me a job,
go visit my probation officer.
But I think you're right. I will.
It's gonna take some time.
It's gonna take some time.
But, but I understand.
You gotta go get your job
and see your probation officer.
But baby, I got something for you.
Okay.
(keys jangling)
The keys to your brother's car.
Wow.
I miss bro, Mama.
Son, we all miss him. We all miss him.
Remember those crazy
times y'all'd get in that car
and be going all up and
down around the neighborhood,
and I had to call trying
to find y'all living at?
- Yeah.
- Y'all had me worried.
I'm telling you. You'd get me worried.
Yeah.
But, son, do me a favor.
Just make your brother proud.
Just make him proud. (Pensive music)
I will, Mama. I promise.
(garage door whirring)
(birds chirping)
(engine humming)
Have a seat there for me.
Looking at your file
here, armed robbery, huh?
Yeah, I guess so.
(file thudding)
What's your current living situation?
Currently live with my mother.
Living, lives with mother.
Are you currently under
the influence of any drugs?
No, not at all.
(paper rustling)
(mug thudding)
All right, I'm gonna
keep this absolutely short
and sweet for the both of us.
You're gonna have 21 days
to find gainful employment.
That is three weeks, seven
plus seven plus seven.
I believe you can do that.
You think you can do that?
All right, now here's the deal.
You're gonna sign that for me.
You are not to miss an appointment with me.
If you miss an appointment with me
or you drop dirty once,
you're completely finished.
[Raymond] Okay.
I'll be right back.
(pensive music)
(Raymond exhaling) (pen clanking)
(pensive music continues)
(paper rustling)
(suspenseful music)
(paper rustling)
(suspenseful music continues)
That's the list of current employers
that are possibly hiring felons.
It's not up to me. That
is completely up to you.
That being said, use your time wisely.
My time is valuable, so get the fuck out.
(pensive music)
(engine humming)
Girl, literally, right after you left,
my sister and her baby daddy get into it,
cops called and everything, I promise you.
[Latoya] So they couldn't
do that when they got home?
Got home? No, girl, you know
they don't kick it like that. (Laughs)
[Latoya] Wow.
No, and that's
probably for the best, too,
for, for them and for them kids
'cause, hey, if it's one
thing they do know how to do
it's put it aside for them kids.
That baby ain't seen her
father in the last five years.
I mean, who knows when he's coming home
or if he's getting out?
Over time, girl, he
just stopped writing us.
So what you think we did.
- Sure do.
- No.
Sure, that baby-
- Why?
- Ain't seen her,
sure do.
Oh, my gosh.
[Latoya] Life goes on, you know.
See you say that now,
but when that girl grow up,
she gonna have a lot of questions,
and are you gonna have the answers?
I don't think so.
Listen, now I know people make mistakes,
but Raymond seem like a good dude,
and I'm sure he is not
proud of his situation, okay?
Heard that. Look enough
of this, enough of that.
- Mm-hmm.
- David.
You know I've been seeing
David for a while now, girl.
Girl, no, you blushing
and you look like you reminiscing.
I ain't felt this way in a
long time. Raymond who?
I'll deal... Girl.
[Latoya] Listen, I'll deal
with that when the time come.
No, it's, look, if the time come, you know?
(Dana clearing throat)
Girl, I can't wait to go,
uh, see David tonight.
- Latoya.
- Matter of fact.
- Latoya.
- Huh?
What? What's wrong?
I think that time is now.
Oh, damn.
It's some dishes that need to be done.
I'm just going in and, uh-
Girl, when start washing dishes?
When the ghost walked
through the damn door.
Dana, don't leave me.
- Handle that.
- Don't, don't leave me.
- Hey, Dana.
- Hi, Raymond.
- What's up, Toya?
- Sorry we're closed.
Toya, what's wrong
with you? I'm home now.
So nothing wrong with me?
So you're not happy to see me?
No, actually I'm not.
You leaving me to raise Rain by myself
is probably what's wrong, Ray.
I thought the plan was
for me to come home
and for us to be a family again.
- What happened?
- Time happened, Raymond.
So, what, I'm supposed to just sit around
and wait for you for 10 years?
Look, I've been writing.
I've been calling for the last five years.
Nobody's answered. I haven't
received one return letter.
What the fuck happened?
I just wanna see Rain.
She don't wanna see you, Ray.
Why the fuck not?
- Why the fuck should she?
Besides, the man I've been
seeing the last five years,
that's who she call daddy now.
- So that's what it is?
- That's how it is.
She calling another nigga daddy now.
[Latoya] It is.
Fuck that. Get the fuck
outta here with that shit, Toya.
You know what?
Maybe you should have thought about that
before robbing that store, Ray.
I didn't rob no store. I
didn't have shit to do with that.
You know what? Bye, Raymond, not today.
Bye, Raymond.
- It's like that, Toya?
- It's like that.
Get out.
- Don't do that.
- Get out, bye, Ray.
(Raymond sighing)
(chair clattering)
[Raymond] Fuck.
I don't wanna hear it, Dana.
See I wasn't even gonna say nothing.
Don't wanna hear it.
But since you brought it up,
that girl need her daddy.
Maybe you're right.
[Dana] Just chill out.
[Officer] In air and turn around.
[Raymond] Man, I don't
know what you're talking about.
[Officer] Put your hands
in the air and turn around.
Turn around. Do what I tell ya to do.
[Raymond] Oh, shit.
(body thudding) (dramatic music)
[Officer] Don't move.
(Raymond grunting)
Get up.
(hand knocking)
[Mom] Morning, Ray.
[Raymond] Good morning, Mama.
[Mom] Any luck finding
a job on yesterday?
No.
I did fill out about four
or five job applications,
nothing yet.
Well, you know with
you be a felon and all,
it's gonna be that much tougher.
You know how it goes.
I know. I'm finding that out now.
I see you dressed up,
Mama. Where you going?
Oh, yeah, I matter of fact,
I have a doctor's appointment at 11:00,
and then I gotta stop by the store
and pick up a few groceries.
Cool.
Oh, yeah, Mom, I went
to see Toya last night.
Did you get to see Rain?
No, basically, she blamed
me for not being there,
told me Rain got a new father now.
She said what?
Yeah, I mean she's right.
I wasn't there for Rain,
but I didn't do what
they said I did, though.
I don't even know why
she's still believing that.
We all know it wasn't your fault, Ray.
You know, just give her some time.
I'm quite sure she's gonna come around
'cause you realize God didn't
create this earth in one day.
So you just gonna have to be patient, son.
Just be patient, okay?
So I'm gonna get ready
to get up outta here,
and I love you, and
I'll see you this evening.
(stately music) (fork clanking)
[Reporter] Well, there you have it.
Former police chief Joe Taylor
is our city's newest mayor.
Mayor Taylor won by a huge margin
because of his overwhelming support
of the police department,
increasing their funding,
which has been met (brooding music)
By some criticism from local black leaders.
Many criticize the complaints
of police brutality being
covered up by the police union.
(brooding music continues)
(interviewer sighs)
(paper thudding)
You got a 10-year
gap in your work history.
You mind explaining that?
Yeah, man, um, I did 10 years in prison
for an armed robbery.
Look, between me and you, I ain't do that.
Um, man, we really need
the help around here, but-
But I'm a felon, right?
Yeah.
Bro, I'm gonna set you straight.
That's the only reason I'm
not hiring you here today.
How you come in here
with a felony like that, bro?
Look, man, I just need a job.
All I need is an opportunity.
I can do this job. I know y'all hiring.
I can do this job, man.
This is the only thing
between me and my freedom.
Bro, ain't nothing I can do for you.
I ain't got nothing for you.
(Raymond sighs)
Fuck.
You know what? Thank you for your time.
(paper thudding)
Yeah, I don't think I
can help ya out, bud.
If anything changes, I'll
give you a call, though.
(pensive music)
Yeah, I'm sorry, Mr. Jones.
I don't think that this is gonna work out.
Look, man, I just need a job.
All I need is an opportunity.
I can do this job. I know y'all hiring.
I can do this job, man.
This is the only thing
between me and my freedom.
- Fuck.
- Oh, ain't nothing
I can do for you.
- Why the fuck not?
- Why the fuck should she?
Besides, the man I've been seeing the last-
- Fuck.
- Who she call Daddy now.
(hands thudding)
Fuck. (Pensive music continues)
(hands thudding)
[Interviewer] Bro, I'm
gonna set you straight.
That's the only reason I'm
not hiring you here today.
(siren wailing) (pensive music continues)
[Parole Officer] That's
the list of current employers
that are possibly hiring felons.
It's not up to me. It's
completely up to you.
That being said, use your time wisely.
My time is valuable, so get the fuck out.
[Interviewer] Yeah, I don't
think I can help you out, bud.
If anything changes, I'll
give you a call, though.
[Interviewer] Yeah, I'm sorry, Mr. Jones.
I don't think that this
is going to work out.
(bat thudding) (glass shattering)
(bat clattering)
(fists thudding) (chains clanking)
(door clattering)
(fists thudding) (chains clanking)
What you want?
Brother Muhammad sent me.
(Velcro rasping)
Look, man, I know this
ain't my neck of the woods,
and I know how you get down, bro.
And then I know you done some business
with my brother in the past.
Look man, I just got out
after 10 years for some I didn't do.
And I need your help,
man. I need some guns.
I need some money.
I just need somewhere to start, man.
Here's the deal, bro.
This world ain't set up for a black man
to come home and succeed.
So I'm gonna turn you on to somebody.
(plastic rustling)
His name is Trey. Give him a call.
This all you need. Go see him.
I got a little something for you,
and I got a little cash
for you and this poem.
If he ain't anything, you let me know.
Good looking out, man.
How do I repay you?
Handle business.
You got my word.
- All right, bro.
- Thanks, Ron.
Yep. (Fists thudding)
Wait. Handle business.
(fists thudding)
(engine humming)
(birds chirping) (traffic whooshing)
Been here seven years, seven years.
Think I got a raise? Fuck no.
Fucking bullshit, 20-minute breaks,
mandatory overtime,
jack-offs, fucking place.
Should be getting another job.
I don't know what the
fuck I'm still doing here.
I mean, seven years, seven years for what?
What, I got a pin?
Yeah, they gimme a little
bowl, or watch, or something?
Shoot, oh, shoot.
Oh, shit, big, bad Joey Barone.
Long time no see, paisan.
Ray, right?
Get outta here, man.
- Been a while.
- Get outta here, man.
What's up, bro?
Oh, man, what the
fuck you doing here, man?
Just got out, man.
I'm actually out looking for a job,
trying to work anywhere right now.
You work here?
Between me and you,
you don't wanna work here.
This place (laughs) run by
a bunch of fucking jack-offs.
You know, I've been here
seven years, seven years.
The only raise I seen,
boom, right there, huh?
If it wasn't for probation,
I wouldn't be here.
Wait, want a cigarette?
[Raymond] Shit, thanks
for the heads-up, Joey.
So good to see you,
man. (Lighter clicking)
And damn, you still can't
light a cigarette either, can you?
You're still good at
that computer shit, right?
Joey Barone, good?
Come on, Ray. Is the Pope Catholic?
I heard you're the best.
[Joey] Yeah, that's
right. Well, you heard right.
I need your help with something.
[Joey] Yeah, what do ya need?
(paper rustling)
[Raymond] I got a list here.
Let's see what you got.
I need you to get all
the information you can
on those people on that list.
Can you do that for me?
Yeah.
Oh, hold on, Ray.
What do you need information
for on a judge and prosecutor?
[Raymond] There's
two officers on there, too.
Come on, Ray. I can't do this.
I did four years in the pen for hacking,
and as long as I'm on paper,
I can't get near a computer.
You know what that means, hmm?
Means no Facebook, no Snapchat,
no Twitter, no porn.
I mean, I'm taking a chance on violating
if I send a fucking email, man.
Come on, Joey.
You remember when we was locked up,
and them Mexicans was gonna beat your ass?
I stepped in and helped.
I was giving up my commissary
long after you were gone.
Just do this one favor for me.
(Joey laughing)
I knew, I knew you was
gonna bring that bullshit up, man.
Fuck, Ray.
Just this one thing, man.
Here's your raise by the way.
Come on, Joey. I'm counting on ya.
I heard you're the best.
Tell you what, Ray.
Give me a couple days, all right?
Let's see what I can find out for you.
My man.
[Joey] Yeah, your man. (Laughs)
That good looking now, Joey.
Hey, Ray, you know what this means, hmm?
What's that?
Please if, uh, this deal don't go right,
if it goes south for some reason,
me and you, we're gonna be roommates again.
- I don't think so.
- Yeah, I hope not, huh?
I heard you the best, Joey.
- Yeah.
- Thank you, man.
I'll see you bro.
- Keep in touch.
- Man, see, I don't know
where you got this from
when you just got out.
Mr. Jones, been two weeks.
Any luck finding a job, sir?
Nah, I've applied at
about 10 places, nothing yet.
(container thudding)
Fill that to the line for me.
(door clattering)
(parole officer clearing throat)
You know, this would
be a hell of a lot easier
if you wasn't watching me.
Feel like I'm still in prison.
(urine pattering)
(lid clattering)
Oh.
See you in two weeks,
lot sooner if it's dirty.
(pensive music)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
Yo.
(inmates chattering indistinctly)
(traffic whooshing)
(phone buzzing)
Hello.
Brother Raymond, how's
life treating you on the outside?
Brother Muhammad, about
as good as it's gonna get.
How you feeling, man?
I'm blessed, I'm blessed.
Did Ron take care of you?
He did. Still gotta
pay Trey a visit, though.
Uh, look, I don't have much
time. We don't have much time.
I know I heard you got
a plan in place, correct?
I do.
All right, well, you take care of that.
As soon as you do, you move them out.
I'll move my people in.
We'll take care of it after that.
All right.
Rain, hurry up. I don't
want your food to get cold.
(item clattering)
- Babe, grab your drink.
- I got it.
[Latoya] Meet me at the table,
Sure.
(dishes clanking)
- Here you are, love.
- Thank you.
[Latoya] Say your prayers, boo.
God is good. God is great.
Thank you for this food, amen.
Amen.
(Latoya sighs)
Listen, I think tonight is the night
we have that talk about your father.
Listen, I know it's a lot,
but the other day he came to my job
asking about you, and he
really, really wants to see you.
I didn't think you were ready.
So he stormed out and, (sighs)
But he keeps calling, and
he's really wants to see you.
Will you and David still be here?
Babe, absolutely.
Mommy and David are not going anywhere.
Why did he go to jail?
They said your father robbed the store.
Who said he robbed the store?
The police.
Some of my friends told me
that the police took their dads away, too.
Why do they keep taking people's dads away?
Some police are bad.
They, they're awful. (Gentle music)
And some are good.
Your dad ran into some bad ones.
I'm not hungry anymore.
I'm gonna go to bed.
(chair clattering)
Rain, Rain. (Pensive music)
(door clattering)
(engine revving)
(lighter clicking)
Hey, what's up, Joey?
Ooh, Ray, whoo.
What's going on, man?
But, hey, listen, I
could do some hard time
for this information I got for you, right?
And remember, you didn't get this from me.
Hey, these people are some
powerful motherfuckers, man.
All their personal data has
been scrubbed from the Internet.
- Yeah.
- I had to backdoor
into a couple of government
agencies to get this here.
I got all their personal
habits, where they live,
where their girlfriend's
addresses is, everything.
It's in there.
And get this, you know
that mail motherfucker?
Spends about 300 bucks
a week at the strip club.
I got all the information
you want right there.
You just remember, man.
You didn't get this... I know.
I didn't get this from you.
[Joey] Yeah. (Zipper whizzing)
So you just stay by
your phone, Joey, thanks.
It's all right, thanks.
(brooding music)
(zipper whizzing)
(bag rustling)
(cash rustling)
(cash thudding)
(bag rustling)
(paper rustling)
(pensive music)
(finger tapping)
(paper rustling) (pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(food sizzling) (utensils clanking)
[Mom] Well, good morning to you too, son.
Oh, hey, sorry, Mama,
good morning, how you doing?
And where you off to in such a hurry?
I got a job interview, Mom.
I heard they hiring on the spot today.
You wearing that to your interview?
Yeah, it's all I got.
Ray, what time is your interview?
It's at 11:00.
[Mom] Oh, you have time to sit down
and get you something to eat.
Mama, I really don't wanna be late.
So tell me a little
bit about this job, Ray.
It's down at the docks. One
of my friends work down there.
He said he can get me on.
And what are you carrying
around that backpack for?
Mama, I really don't wanna be late.
Okay, well, you be safe out there.
- I will, Mama.
- Okay, and I love you.
Love you too. I'll see you later.
(door clattering and squeaking)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(engine humming)
(brakes squeaking)
(suspenseful music continues)
(door clattering)
(feet shuffling)
(hand knocking)
(door clattering)
What's up?
I'm here to see Trey.
- You Raymond?
- Yeah.
(hands thudding)
We good?
Why don't you go on back?
(suspenseful music continues)
Hold up right there.
He's been expecting you.
(door creaking)
Well, welcome to the Pink Elephant.
How can I be assistance to you?
My brother told me about your situation.
It's fucked up how they did you.
You're fresh out and ain't ready
to get your hands dirty, huh?
You know, Ray.
(Trey sniffing)
(lips smacking)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Trey exhales)
This ain't no small-time bank job.
You're with the big
leagues now, bigger leagues.
So you gonna tell me that
you're gonna take out everyone
in the justice system who did you dirty,
judges, DA, witnesses, huh?
And now you coming to me for the ammo?
You could be setting me up.
You got a wire on you, nigga, huh?
Yeah, ya don't?
See where they checked you for that, right?
But you could be on a suicide mission.
Everybody that's involved,
they're close to me.
(suspenseful music continues)
Listen, I've had 10 years to plan this.
I got it figured out. I'm good.
Oh, you good?
- 10 years, huh?
- Yeah.
You better.
You better 'cause my boy,
my brother Muhammad vouches for you.
So you got a lot of people
depending on you, Ray.
(Trey laughing)
You crazy, man.
(Trey sniffing)
Oh, crazy.
Take your hands and deal with these people
in the justice system
outside the courtroom.
The justice system made me who I am.
Pretty much one of them now.
What?
Okay, all right.
These guns, they're untraceable.
(suspenseful music continues)
Is that enough?
Shit, I only got two
hands, but I'll make it work.
Yeah, you gonna need that.
All right, man, let me buy you a drink.
Might be the last one you have.
(suspenseful music continues)
(door rasping)
Give me two of them.
Yeah, man, you know,
there's nothing more dangerous
than a man that has nothing to lose.
Shit, man, no, I done lost everything.
Damn, well, forgive your enemies,
but get revenge first.
To freedom, to your freedom.
To freedom. (Glasses clinking)
All right, Raymond.
Good luck to you, brother.
- Thank you, bro.
(suspenseful music continues)
(Trey sighs)
Boy's gonna die.
(door clattering)
Hey, Mama, how you doing?
How was work, son?
It was cool. First day
they just training me.
I wasn't doing too much. How you doing?
Oh, okay, well, I could
be better, you know.
I could be better.
What's wrong, Mama?
(file thudding)
(Raymond sighs)
What is this?
Mama, that's just the
case that I'm working on.
Just gets those police to
put me away. That's all that is.
Look, it's just some
stuff that I'm working on.
And what is this?
Well, a friend was looking out for me.
That's it.
Really?
(cash rustling)
You ain't been out but two weeks,
and you already into some mess, Ray.
Didn't you learn anything
from those 10 years?
But I have, Mama, I have to do this.
Those people put me away for a long time,
everything that we done went through.
Ray, I understand
10 years is a long time,
but they got you on probation, baby,
and you out here in these streets.
You just doing all kind of crazy stuff.
I have to do this.
If I don't do this thing, when?
Mama, I had to do something.
Don't do nothing stupid, Ray.
Don't you get it?
The police are the
biggest gang in this city.
All they wanna do is see you fail.
That's why it's called probation, baby.
They just waiting for you
to fail. That's their insurance.
Mama, listen, when it's
all done, you'll understand.
Ray, I don't think I
will ever understand.
I don't wanna lose all that I have, Ray.
We've already lost too much in 10 years,
and I refuse to lose it
because of your foolishness.
Mama, what they took from me 10 years
being in that prison.
Mama, it's, that's a lotta fucking time.
Well, I just know you didn't cuss at me.
Now I'm gonna need
you to get outta my house.
I done worked too hard for this house.
We've already lost 10 years, Ray, 10 years.
- Mama.
- You only been here
- two weeks.
- Mama.
And you already into some mess, Ray.
I'm not going through this again with you.
Mama, I told you, if I let it go,
they gonna continue to
do what they do, Mama.
Ray, just letting go.
I watched them drag you off to prison.
And then on top of that,
your brother died while
he was in their custody.
Mama, when I, look,
when it's all said and done,
you'll understand.
What would it take for
you to just leave it alone?
Mama, I gotta do this.
I'm gonna need you to get outta my house.
I said get outta my house.
- Mom.
- 10 years,
and you still don't get it.
(door slamming)
(machine whirring)
(phone buzzing)
(buttons clicking)
What's going on, Ray?
Come here, man. How you doing?
The fuck? Are you serious right now?
Are you serious right now?
For real.
(sighs) You can never be too safe, Joey.
You said you got some information.
[Joey] What up?
I'm doing this illegal shit for you,
and you're patting me down?
Never can be too safe, right?
You hear me saying
that, dude, it's bullshit.
Anyway, we're already here.
- What you got, man?
- Listen, this Officer Taylor,
he covered up the crime
for son, Coby Taylor, all right?
Now in 2011, there was a complaint filed
by a Maria, Maria Ramirez, okay,
against this Officer Taylor and Michaels.
- Okay.
- Now she was the store clerk
on duty that night where
that Coby kid robbed the joint.
Oh, okay, you got her address on it?
Course, I do.
Uh, 433 Park Avenue South,
uh, Apartment 16.
But you know the funny thing
is I ain't seen nothing on her
on the Internet since, get this, 2011,
coincidentally, eh, the same year she filed
that complaint against those two cops.
- Okay.
- It's like she vanished
off the face of the Internet
- And this Coby kid?
- Oh, yeah, that, that guy.
(laughs) Yeah, he's, uh,
but yeah, moved to London,
and, uh, they're now
talking about five years.
Had, like, a government
contracting Japanese, something.
I, uh, wrote a little something
down here about him.
(phone clanking)
(bullets clanking) (pensive music)
(phone buzzing)
Hello. (Pensive music continues)
I've already lost one son.
And you out of your face, and baby,
I just don't want nothing to happen to you.
We've already lost so much time.
Everything is falling apart.
This felony is keeping
me from getting a job.
I thought after these 10 years,
I repaid my debt to society.
I get out, and I'm still in prison.
It's like nothing's going right.
Rain don't wanna see me.
Everywhere I look,
it's something happening
to our people, Mama.
I feel like I gotta do something.
If I do something, I can change things.
Tell you what.
You do what you gotta do, baby.
I promise.
(brooding music)
(crickets chirping)
(feet shuffling)
Ah, fuck, fuck.
(victim groaning)
(knife rasping)
Hey, hey, who the fuck
are you, motherfucker?
(fists thudding) (fighters grunting)
Fuck you, Max, Max.
(dog barking)
(victim groaning)
(dog barking)
(dog growling)
(body thudding)
(dog growling)
(dog squealing) (suspenseful music)
(energetic music)
Rocks fast as lightening
Can pull it off without a doubt
Try fire fighting,
feet don't fail me now
Don't trust the rat,
don't ask for nothing
Put your hands in the
air. Put your hands in the air.
[Raymond] Dude, I didn't even
fucking do nothing.
- Put your hands in the air
and turn around.
I didn't do nothing.
(head thudding) (Raymond groaning)
Don't move. Give me your hands.
(energetic music continues)
(water splashing)
What? What the fuck are you doing?
(water sloshing)
Whoa, man, what are you doing?
You ruined my life, motherfucker.
What are you talking about?
(gunshot blasting)
Between the lines
Ride to hell together
Full throttle tilt up to the
hilt, love stormy weather
Little storm's not gonna slow me down
What's your decision
Wake up the eye inside and fly
We must be driven
(pensive music)
(curtains rustling)
(clothes rustling)
(pensive music continues)
(zipper whizzing)
(pensive music continues)
(latch clicking)
Girl, shut the hell up.
Don't worry about me.
The fuck? (Laughs)
Worry about you own dude, yeah.
You know what I'm talking about. (Laughs)
Hello. The fuck?
Excuse me.
I'm here to pick up car 102 for servicing.
(pensive music continues)
Shit, so I'm off at 4:30,
so you let me know. (Laughs)
Let me know what's the deal. (Laughs)
I got shit going on. (Laughs)
Shut the hell, no.
Damn, bye. The fuck?
God, these niggas be so fucking rude.
(door clattering)
(zipper whizzing)
(door squeaking) (pensive music continues)
(trash can clattering)
(engine humming)
(door clattering)
(footsteps plodding)
(pensive music continues)
[Abby] Hey, are you our driver today?
[Raymond] Yes, there's
been a last-minute change.
The previous driver is out sick today.
[Abby] Oh, God,
everyone's sick. That's fine.
I just need to get to the courthouse.
[Raymond] All right.
(door clattering) (pensive music continues)
Did they give you the address?
Courthouse.
I can get you there, no problem.
Thank you.
(Abby speaking faintly)
How's your day today?
God, got a huge case.
The commissioner
thinks I can work miracles.
If you don't mind me asking,
what's your line of work?
DA.
Ah, DA, bet that is tough.
(paper rustling)
And if you don't mind, um,
I wanna make a quick
stop, pick up my paycheck.
It's right on the way. It'll
only take me a minute.
Be just a minute.
Yeah, okay, just make it quick please.
(traffic whooshing)
(pensive music continues)
(gear stick clattering)
All right, it will be just one moment.
(door clattering)
What the fuck? (Fist thudding)
No, no. (Screaming)
No, you don't have to do it. (Screaming)
You don't have to do it.
(fist thudding)
(door slamming)
(clothes rustling)
(keys jangling)
Hello?
(pensive music continues)
Hello?
Sophia, is that you?
(golf club clattering)
(hood rustling)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(feet shuffling)
(hand knocking)
(door clattering)
(laid-back blues music)
(bottles clattering)
(liquid sloshing)
(bottle thudding)
(soda whooshing)
So, yeah, I mean, our, our
conviction rate is, like, 96%.
You know, these fucking
criminals don't have a chance.
I'm like a rock star with that
shit. You know what I mean?
I'll drink to that, Mayor.
Hell yeah.
(glasses clinking)
Mm. (Glass thudding)
Wendy, another drink plea.
So, uh, yeah, they, you
know, they don't know,
they don't know what they're getting into.
They, we give 'em a lose-or-lose deal,
and they plead guilty, and you know,
it saves us millions of dollars.
(laughs) More money to drink
with and who knows what else?
You know, he's been alone for 10 years.
Well, I may been divorced for 10 years,
but I haven't been alone.
That's what I'm talking about.
(Wendy laughing)
Whatever, Joe, um,
I've known you forever,
and what I know is
ever since your wife left you 10 years ago,
you haven't been the same since.
Please.
Hey, man, how long you been here?
Probably a few minutes.
I didn't even see you come in.
- Joe Taylor.
- Joe Taylor?
- Raymond.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
- Hey, Wendy.
Get Raymond a gin and tonic please.
Make it a, make it a stiff one on me.
Oh, okay, gin and tonic,
and you'll provide the little blue pill?
(Willy laughing)
Yeah, right.
Hey, Lee, you play football?
Or, well, you a big motherfucker.
Not at all.
Booya, well.
All right, well, hey, I gotta hit the sack,
a lot of dirty work to do tomorrow.
- Good to see ya.
- All right, Joe.
[Taylor] Willy, see you
later. Ray, good to see ya.
Nice seeing you.
Joe, see ya soon.
Who's there?
I can hear you, Goddammit.
Is this some sick game?
What the hell is going on?
(feet shuffling)
(hood rustling)
Who are you?
What do you want?
Just please, please don't hurt.
Listen, I'm Judge Hoffman.
Whatever you want, take it. Take it.
10 years ago, I sat in
your courtroom accused
of a crime that I didn't commit.
10 years ago?
I don't remember 10 years ago.
I was told that I had a
three-year plea or face 15
if we go to trial.
What do you think I did?
You took the plea deal.
Isn't that how it works
with the 96% conviction rate?
Take the plea or face 20 years.
A conviction is a conviction, right?
But that's not me.
That comes from the prosecutor.
It does.
My plea was for three years.
You gave me 10.
Yeah, you probably had priors.
I've never had a fucking parking ticket.
The only priors I had was being black.
Listen, I base those things
off of what's given to me.
Must have been a mistake.
A mistake isn't giving
someone 10 years, Jeff.
What do you think happens in prison?
Rehabilitation? Some
sense of growing remorse?
Of course, that's what the system is for.
You stupid as a motherfucker.
Behind those walls, steel sharpens steel.
Your name rang through
those walls like the wrath of God.
Everybody feared you.
I spent 10 years trying to figure out
what my life had become, to accept it,
figure things out.
Then I realized, Jeff,
the only way to get over it is to get even.
(Raymond clears throat)
(Michaels gasps)
Who the fuck are you?
What are you doing in my house?
You know who you're fucking with?
Hello, Officer Michaels.
(gun clanking)
Don't worry.
I've already removed
the bullets from the gun.
Now sit your ass down
before I have to fuck you up.
Fuck you.
While you're at it... You're not getting
- away with this.
- Cuff yourself.
(handcuffs clinking)
(Michaels scoffs)
Been waiting for this for a long time.
You came to the wrong house, boy.
You hear?
You don't fuck with law enforcement.
You fucked with the wrong motherfucker.
Do you know who I am?
I don't know, and I don't
care who the fuck you are.
I'm Raymond Jones.
You helped Officer Taylor frame me
for a crime that I didn't commit.
- Fuck.
- Oh, yeah.
You know exactly why I'm here.
So you can quit the tough guy act.
Why don't you take these handcuffs off?
Real soon.
(fist thudding)
(Michaels groaning)
Shouldn't have got
your bitch ass up anyways.
You just committed suicide, boy. (Laughs)
Listen, this, this is not gonna fix it.
This is not gonna solve your problem.
What's gonna fix it?
Should I file a motion, an appeal?
Killing me won't solve it.
I had to watch my daughter
grow up behind the glass.
Now my daughter don't even fuck with me.
You got to watch your
kids grow up. I didn't.
That shit broke everything in me.
Listen, son, I can fix this.
Just let me go.
I promise I will make this right.
I was just doing my job.
Just because you're
doing your job don't mean
you doing what's right.
Look, I can't change the past.
What's lost is lost.
You, you have a chance to make this right.
Don't do this, Raymond.
How many innocent men have you put away
in the last 25 years, Jeff?
No, don't, Ray.
Raymond, you don't have to do this.
I'll find out who the prosecutor was.
I'll, I'll talk to the DA,
uh, chief of police.
Think about your daughter.
You don't wanna lose her forever, Raymond.
You don't wanna do this. (Fist thudding)
I should shoot you
in your face right now.
Do it.
Do it.
I eat punks like you for breakfast. Go on.
[Raymond] Been waiting 10 years for this.
Go on.
That's right.
You're too pussy to pull the trigger.
You people are so busy killing each other
you don't even think about killing a cop.
You're no better than the rest.
(brooding music)
Time's up, motherfucker.
(urine pattering)
Oh, shit, fuck.
(elbow thudding)
(foot thudding)
(body thudding)
Who the fuck are you, man?
You know who the fuck I am, motherfucker.
(glass shattering)
(Taylor groaning)
(brooding music continues)
(captive speaking indistinctly)
(tape rasping) (Taylor gasping)
You motherfucker.
(tape rasping)
- Man.
- Surprise, surprise
Court's now is session.
Honorable Raymond Jones presides.
Exactly what is this going to accomplish?
Got the fucking mayor, prosecutor, me.
What is going on?
I am here for all of
the wrongfully accused,
the wrongfully convicted,
and unfairly sentenced.
And tonight, we're gonna make shit right.
Tell 'em why I'm here, Mayor.
We're here because I set him up.
I, we all set him up.
That's right.
Officer Taylor at the time
thought it was a good idea
to frame me for a crime
that his son committed.
Oh, my God, Coby?
- He's my son.
- He doesn't even like you.
He's high all the time.
He's a shithead.
And you all helped him cover it up.
No.
Isn't that right, Michaels?
Yeah, so what?
I'm gonna make you my little
bitch when I get outta here.
Don't, don't egg him on.
Don't, don't, don't egg him on.
Is that so?
Your partner here, Officer Michaels,
do you know that he was fucking your wife
when you was going through your divorce?
[Taylor] Fucking kidding me?
Taylor, don't listen to him.
[Taylor] You fucking kidding me?
He doesn't know what he's talking about.
- You fucking piece of shit.
- He's a fucking criminal.
How much of your shit
have I covered up, huh?
Hey, you fucking owe me.
- I don't owe you shit.
- I always got the smaller cut
even when I did the... I'm the one
that got you into this, motherfucker.
- That's very kind of you.
- Yeah, I, I helped you out.
- Motherfucker.
- Who arrested
- the actual criminal?
- I don't know.
Uh, well... What have we been doing
all these years?
- This isn't done.
- Shut the fuck up, bitch.
That's how you got your job.
[Abby] We were not at that court house.
[Taylor] That's how you
got your job in the hotel.
Stop it.
(Raymond laughing)
Look at these little
motherfuckers sworn to protect us.
Look at this shit. It's a fucking circus.
Police officer's lives
are tough enough, man.
We, we don't even know
if we're gonna make it
home to our families most nights.
You think I give a fuck?
Imagine being a black person
minding your fucking business
not knowing if you gonna
make it home at night.
That's the shit we deal with.
Killing us won't make that right.
For y'all to be so
fearful of black people,
y'all sure do fuck with us a lot.
How can you protect the very
group of people that you fear?
We have to protect ourselves
[Raymond] From what,
unarmed black people?
From criminals, the
left, woke fucking culture,
people trying to defund us.
We're under attack.
You're not under fucking attack.
You're protected by the fraternal order.
Who the fuck is protecting us?
Listen, listen, son, none of this really-
(fist thudding) (Hoffman grunts)
I'm not your fucking son.
You don't look like me.
You don't sound like me.
You don't come from where I come from.
You don't know what the fuck I deal with.
You're right.
But I believe, I know
the judicial system is fair.
(Joey laughing)
You, we may not get it
right every single time,
but justice, justice is blind.
Justice is blind? Do you
know who the fuck you talking to?
Justice is blind?
(paper rustling)
Look at this.
(paper rustling)
These are court cases
that went before your bitch.
Look at the first one.
High school student, he was black.
He went to jail for a
whole year for fighting.
Same school, white student brings a gun.
You sent him home to be with his family
because he said he was being bullied.
Is that blind justice?
That's all that was presented to me.
Bullshit.
Look at the next one.
Black man sentenced to a year
by you for shoplifting.
You called him a habitual criminal.
Same store robbed by a white
man, you gave him probation.
Is that blind justice?
I get your point. I get it.
- I'm not done.
- I said get it.
I know the system failed you.
But then kidnapping, assault, murder,
this won't make it right.
You know what?
Maybe it will, maybe it won't,
but I just know that I served 10 years,
and I'm out as a free man,
but for some reason, I
am still in fucking prison.
[Abby] Do you really think it'll fix it?
Might not fix it, but
I gotta do something.
I gotta end this corrupt-ass law right now
'cause this legal system is bullshit.
You are all a part of it.
You all are a part of the fucking problem.
(hand knocking)
Looks like we have ourselves a visitor.
Taylor, Michaels,
I think you all know who this is.
They know who I am.
For years, for years I lived in fear,
afraid to leave my home.
You would sit outside my
house, and you would wait for me
after I put out that report.
You threatened to deport my family.
What was I gonna do?
(Maria sighs)
And this motherfucker,
you all don't know this.
Officer Michaels, this
motherfucker raped me
for 10 fucking years.
You fucking loved it, didn't you?
(saliva sputtering)
- Please.
- Fuck you.
I had to go into hiding.
I wasn't free.
Are you fucking kidding me?
And you all helped cover it up.
Hey, Ray.
Wanna know how your brother died?
Shut the fuck up.
[Raymond] The fuck you
mentioning my brother for?
- Ask Michaels.
- No.
[Raymond] What the
fuck is he talking about?
Fucking mouth shut.
What are you talking about?
[Taylor] Let the truth
out, motherfucker. Tell him.
What the is he talking about?
Speak up, motherfucker.
Right after he booked him into county,
he fucking choked him out,
killed him dead right there.
Motherfucker, you killed my brother?
He put up a fight.
I had to put him down.
By the time the paramedics
arrived, it was too late.
This motherfucker, you killed my brother?
He's the only fuck that I had.
You took the last thing
that I fucking had. (Gunshot blasting)
(Michaels screaming)
- [Abby] God.
[Hoffman] Don't look.
(Michaels groaning)
Stand your bitch ass up.
I shoulda put a bullet in your fucking head
when I had the chance to.
Never get away with it.
I don't plan on getting
caught, motherfucker.
It was only a matter of time
before I figured this shit out.
[Taylor] I helped set him up.
[Abby] We all did.
Anything else you
motherfuckers would like
to share while we here?
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
You brought us all here.
How can we make this right?
How can we make this right?
You can't make this right.
That's why we're here
because for 400 years
my people were enslaved
in this country, and
for the last 200 years,
all we've asked for is peace,
and we haven't been able
to get that. (Blood squelching)
(Michaels groaning)
You filled your prisons with my people,
and then y'all got the
nerves to get fucking upset
when we don't applaud your history
or salute your fucking
flag. (Michaels groaning)
(pensive music)
Tonight, this shit ends
because I am the judge,
the jury, and the fucking executioner.
Joey, let's go.
(engine humming) (pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(truck rattling)
(door clattering)
Let's go.
Let's go. (Feet shuffling)
Come out.
(footsteps plodding)
(Michaels groaning)
(feet shuffling) (pensive music continues)
[Taylor] What the fuck is this?
[Raymond] Get on your knees.
Get on your fucking knees.
Okay.
[Michaels] Fuck you.
You heard what the fuck I said.
Get on your fucking knees.
Go fuck yourself.
(fist thudding) (Michaels groaning)
I didn't really want it to come to this.
You don't have to do
this, son, I mean, Raymond.
Raymond, I am sorry.
Honestly, I'm sorry, and I get it.
And I forgive you.
(pensive music continues)
Look, Raymond, I am sorry.
I know the system failed you.
It didn't fail me.
It was designed that way.
(gunshot blasting)
(body thudding)
(gunshot blasting)
(body thudding)
(Michaels grunting)
(pensive music continues)
Can't do it, can ya?
You're just a scared little girl.
Fucking do it.
(gunshot blasting)
(body thudding)
You can go back to the van.
(door clattering) (pensive music continues)
(feet shuffling)
Hey, tie her arms up.
[Joey] Wait, let me get my rope, okay.
Wait, uh, wait, wait.
You're Raymond Jones, aren't you?
- How do you know that?
- Aren't you?
We put you away, right, years ago?
I was on your case. I can help you.
I can help you. I can help you.
- I don't know.
- I'm listening.
Look, I'm sorry for
everything that happened to you,
but this is bigger than all of us.
And it was only a matter of time
before it all came crashing down,
and whatever information
you need, I can help you.
I can help you bring this shit show
to its knees in exchange for my life.
You the fucking prosecutor.
Why the fuck should I trust you?
Yeah.
You want your life back, right?
(pensive music)
(feet shuffling)
Thank you for helping me
bring down this corrupt system.
This is how it starts.
Thank you for keeping me alive.
You're right.
This is how it starts.
I'll make sure your record's expunged
and that Muhammad gets parole.
Handle business.
(Abby exhales) (pensive music continues)
(liquid pattering)
(match crackling)
(fire crackling) (pensive music continues)
(fire continues crackling)
(pensive music continues)
(gentle music)
(gentle music continues)
(door clattering)
(car beeps)
(door clattering)
Hello, I'd like a ticket to London, please.
London, all right.
(pensive music)
This business or personal?
Definitely personal,
(pensive music continues)
(stool creaking)
(hand knocking)
Usual.
(brooding music)
Hey, man, what you drinking?
Drinking whatever you drinking.
Really y'all don't know this
Y'all in danger, I'm a threat
I'm a threat
Gamble with your life
'cause you know that it's a bet
It's a bet
You know I ain't letting
up, my foot is on your neck
On your neck Take my word for it
That's a promise and a threat
Yeah Oh, yeah
Really y'all don't know this
Y'all in danger, I'm a threat
I'm a threat Gamble with your life
'Cause you know that it's a bet
It's a bet
You know I ain't letting
up, my foot is on your neck
On your neck Take my word for it
That's a promise and a threat
Let's go
I never really wanna flex my gifts
But I think it's my tim5,
let me check my wristwatch
Wrist, whoa
You can n5ver dim my shine
I'ma keep on grinding
till I reach the tip top
Yeah Winning is just in my genes
And I ain't looking back
'Cause I'm feeling like Kris Kross
They can never slow me down
But they need to hate me,
now I'm feeling like Chris Rock
Ride with the team 'cause
you know that we winning
We with it, we going, we flowing again
Flowing again, whoa
I might just go buy a Benz, whoa
I might just blow my advance, whoa
I did it all for the
feeling, yeah, yeah
Alive but I'm making a killing
I'm gonna break every ceiling
'Cause I need a million
But I don't need your money
You can pay me in respect
In respect 'Cause once I do it big
What's to follow is a check Is a check
I need a hundred bags,
nothing more, nothing less
Nothing less And
the the opps feel a way
'Cause I'm next, I'm a threat
Oh, yeah
Really y'all don't know this
Y'all in danger, I'm a threat
I'm a threat Gamble wit' your life
'Cause you know that it's a bet
It's a bet
You know I ain't lettinG
up, my foot is on your neck
On your neck Take my word for it
That's a promise and a threat
Really y'all don't know this
Y'all in danger, I'm a threat
It's a threat Gamble wit' your life
'Cause you know that it's a bet
Yeah, yeah
You know I ain't letting
up, my foot is on your neck
Take my word for it, that's
a promise and a threat
I've been feeling spectacular
Flow so sick it's hazardous, whoo
Y'all still suck like Dracula, whoa
Zip this beat, let's bag it up
Bag it up And I don't care
About critics 'cause they talk too much
And I know that I gotta
keep grinding, finding myself
I ain't gonna stop till
I know I had enough
Mama, I made it, I
know that they see me
I'm popping these
bottles just like I'm a genie
I'm glad that you made
me, it's all in my DNA
I'm 'bout my chips like
I'm working for Frito-Lay
And bet the bag on myself, whoa
I don't do this for my health, whoa
Every threat is a champion
Got the title, need the belt, whoa
I don't need your money,
you can pay me in respect
In respect 'Cause once I do it big
What's to follow is a check
Is a check I need a hundred bags
Nothing more, nothing less
Nothing less And
the the opps feel a way
'Cause I'm next, I'm a threat
Oh, yeah
Really y'all don't know this
Y'all in danger, I'm a threat
I'm a threat Gamble wit' your life
'Cause you know that it's a bet
It's a bet You know I ain't letting up
My foot is on your neck Neck
Take my word for it, that's
a promise and a threat
Threat
Really y'all don't know this
Y'all in danger, I'm a threat
Gamble wit' your life
'cause you know that it's a bet
It's a bet
You know I ain't letting
up, my foot is on your neck
On your neck Take my word for it
That's a promise and a threat
Still young Skrx, but
you call me young boss
Eating real good,
so a man's gotta floss
Got my weight up and my view real posh
You a Frisbee, man, so
that mean you get tossed
Bought a new crib, studio in the back
Numbers ran up, had
to split it with the chaps
Let's go Realest in the city
And my record a fact
But ya mans only chat
when he do it in the raps like
Squad go Lawson, don't
really care what it cost 'em
You don't wanna cross 'em, whoo
My lifestyle awesome
Couldn't decide if my gal
wanted two, so I bought them
Don't run track, but
I run up a check, run
Do it real big, gotta
one-up the next, whoo
Point to the sky with
the one up, I'm blessed
I'm young, rich, and black,
so you know I'm a threat