Pass Over (2018)

[bunniefuu]

♪♪

Yo! k*ll me now!

Bang! Bang!n*gga...

What's up, my niggie?

Man...

You know.

You know I know.

You know
I know you know.

You know I know
you know I know.

You know I know you know
I know you know.

You know I know you know
I know you know you,

uh, you know... nah.

sh*t!My n*gga!

sh*t!You see, you--

f*ck you, n*gga, damn.

sh*t be funny, though.Okay, maybe I...

You, uh, you know...
You... sh*t!

[laughing]

Yo, Moses, man...

What you dream there,
n*gga?

Same thing I always
dreamin', Kitch.

Oh, that
promised land?

That's the one.

Champagne on ice?You know it!

[mimics phone ring]
Hello? Room service?

Yeah, let me get them
two lobster rolls.

That's crazy, right?
Mad butter on that sh*t.

Champagne all cold
and sh*t?

Chomp, chomp.

And that caviar?

Best not forget
that caviar.

Yo, you like fish eggs?

No, my niggie, caviar.

n*gga!What, n*gga, damn?

Man, caviar is fish eggs.Yo, what?

Yeah, n*gga, damn
tiny-ass fish eggs, ugh!

Click.This n*gga...

Yo, Moses, man,
I didn't know.

Could write a book with all
that sh*t your ass don't know.

Probably be more
like ten books.

Yeah, you right.

Yo, Moses, man.

They come at you.

The f*ck you think, man?
Damn!

Ain't let 'em break you,
though, I mean...

You let 'em
break you, Moses?

n*gga!
Who the f*ck I be?

Oh, you Moses,
man, you Moses.

n*gga... damn!

Best be glad.
I ain't break... them.

[mimics slowing audio]

[both laughing]

There you are, Moses.
Now that's what's up.

You heard.Yo, that's what's--

Man... what you fix
to do today, man, damn?

Uh...

I don't know.

What you fix to do?

I got plans, you feel me?
Big old plans.

You got plans to stand there
and stroke your d*ck?

Man... f*ck you, man!

[laughing]

n*gga, what kind
of plans you got?

I plans to... rise up
to my full potential.

Be all I could be,
you feel me?

Left! Left!
Left-right-left!

No, f*ck you, n*gga,
that sh*t ain't funny.

Yeah, well, I was just
saying, I thought it was.

n*gga... Man, I got plans to
get my ass up off this block.

This block here?

Yeah, n*gga, damn,
man, I ain't stutter.

A'ight,
n*gga, dance.

A'ight.

'Cept you get your black ass
up off this block, man...

where you going?Yo, what?

I said you get your black ass
off this block, man,

where you gon' go?

Kitch!What?

That promised land.Miracle!

Promised land,
top ten.

Let's go!n*gga!

Come on, my n*gga,
let's play.

Man, ain't you tired?

Go, just go.

Collard greens
and pinto beans.

That's two.
n*gga don't play,
that counts as one.

Yo, how you figure?It's one plate of food.

One plate of--n*gga!

Man...

A'ight!

One hot plate of collard
greens and pinto beans...

One.

Brown bunnies.

Two.

My bright red
Superman kite.

Three.

Drawer full of
clean tube socks.

Now that's
a good one-- four.

My brother North here
with me, back from the dead.

Five.

Your moms here too.

Six.

Soft sheets,
I'm sleeping on 'em good.

Ooh, seven.

My woman next to me,
she... [kiss]

...sleepin' on 'em too.

Since when
you got a woman?

I don't.But you said...

It's the promised land,
n*gga!

If I want a woman,
I'ma have me a woman.

A'ight, n*gga, damn,

just asking if you
got a candidate?

Man!

I ain't met her yet.
sh*t, but that's a'ight.

I'll know her when
I see her, man, best believe.

Ah, see now, Moses,
now that's deep.

"I'll know her
when I see her."

Yeah...
[chuckling]

Yeah... I guess I knew
Rochelle was fix to be mine

first time I seen ta-ta.

She ain't yours, Kitch.

Yeah, I know.Yo, do you?

We get up off this block,
she fix to be mine.

Yeah, "fix to be."

A'ight, n*gga, damn,
you got your eight.

World peace?n*gga...

Just playin', man.
[scoffs]

Let's see...

Man, how the f*ck
you 'spect

we fix to get up
off this block,

get on to that
promised land, when we--

Yo, Kitch, man, first of all,
I ain't said "we."

The f*ck you mean
by that?

I mean,
yo ass ain't comin'.

Yo, what?

You ain't invited,
n*gga, damn.

Yo, Moses, now
that's f*cked up.

[scoffs]
How you figure?

Uh, 'cause...
you my n*gga.

You got plans means
I got plans right with you.

Moses?

Moses... I got plans
right with you, right?

Yeah, okay.Yeah, okay, what?

Okay, yo ass invited!Yes!

Yo ass gon' rise up
to your full potential.

Too high!
Gon' get up off this block.

Man, you remember
that Sunday school?

Old Reverend Missus
be like...

"Said, uh,
do you wanna cross

that River Jordan now,
chillun?"

[both]
Said!

Do you wanna crossthat
River Jordan now, chillun?

Oh, pass over...

Yeah, my n*gga, damn.

I feel like we could do
this sh*t, you feel me?

Get up off this block!Amen.

Be all we could be.Yes, Lord!

Yo, Kitch,
you with me, dawg?

No, I am not.

Yo, n*gga, damn,
man, what the f*ck--

Man, look around you.
The f*ck we fix to cross?

Ain't got no river.

Man...
It's a "megaphor."

A what?

A megafor--

My n*gga, damn,
when one thing

be like something else.

Besides, don't
need no river.

sh*t, we got two feet.

Man, my feet hurt.

Got corns and sh*t.

Man, here you go.

They do, n*gga,
sh*t!

What the f*ck, man?

You scared?

Yo, tell the truth,
dawg, is it?

f*ck you, man.

You heard they picked off
Ed, though, right?

Yo, word?

That's what they say.

Yo, light-skinned Ed,

or Ed that got
them dreadlocks?

Dreadlocks.

Yo, that n*gga dead?

Po-po smoked his ass
last night.

My n*gga...

Damn, man, when it come
to killin' n*gg*s,

them po-pos be
the angel of death itself.

Yeah, n*gga,
damn, they do.

And I ain't trying to catch
no b*ll*ts from them.

Yo, what,
you think I am?

Well, is you?

n*gga...What, n*gga? Damn!

Yo ass know good and g*dd*mn
well ain't nothin' gonna rile

them po-pos more than a n*gga
that don't know his place.

And right now, me and you,
my n*gga, damn.

Our place right here.

Yo, Kitch, man,
not for nothin',

but all that sh*t
right there?

Plantation bullshit,
you feel me, n*gga?

Do what you can?
What can you do?

Yo, I could leave
your black ass here!

Yeah, ain't got nothin'
to say to that,

now, do you,
old F*gg*t-ass n*gga?

So, you leavin'?

Go ahead, then.
Go, man.

Yo, what?

I said you leavin' me, n*gga?
Go ahead, then go!

Yo, k*ll me now.

Bang, bang.

[audience chuckling]

Yo, Kitch?
Almost forgot, my n*gga.

You hungry?

It's not delivery,
it's DiGiorno's.

No, it ain't,
my n*gga, damn.

Damn, n*gga!
Domino's then. sh*t.

Yeah, that's a'ight.Man, that's a'ight?

Yeah, n*gga, damn,
it's just a'ight.

It's pizza, n*gga, damn.

It's crust,
my n*gga, damn.

Don't nobody
eat their crust.

I do.Well, bon appétit.

n*gga...What, n*gga, damn!

Man, nothing, man,
it's just...

Man, what?

Well, the least thing
you could do

is just say thank you.

Thank you.

For this whack-ass,
dry-ass nasty crust.

Oh... f*ck you, n*gga.

Damn, I eat this
sh*t my own self.

Be my guest.

Oh, punk-ass, n*gga.

"I'm getting off this block
right with you, right?"

Kitch?

Yo, Kitch, come on,
man, you mad?

[screams]
Yeah, man, I'm mad!

No, man, I'm good.

[laughing]
My n*gga.

Yo ass a trip.

Yo, you is, too.

Uh...
Moses, man...

you think we really fix
to get up

off this block
for real, though?

Not fix to.
n*gga, damn we is.

I know, n*gga,
damn, we fix to is.

n*gga...What, n*gga? Damn!

We fix to get up
off this block--

Not "fix to."

n*gga, damn,
we isgon' get up

off this block,
you feel me?

Is.

Oh, we is.

We is.[mimics ring]

Hello?
Room service?

Yeah, it's me again.
I know I'm such a pain.

But could you also send up,
I don't know, like, caviar?

Henny.

Six b*tches.

And, uh, 15 bars
of gold bullion

because we be out
this bitch, click.

[laughing]
Ay! Hey-hey!

So what, my n*gga?
You in?

Uh... yeah!

I feel like we could
do this thing right here.

Yo, that's what's up.

Eating caviar,
my n*gga, yeah.

Henny, get some Harold's.
Dark meat, comma, okra.

Gizzards, boy, you know
we 'bout to eat some gizzards!

Pass over!Oh, pass over.

Pass over!

♪ Pass over

Pass over!

[two loud bangs]

Yo, man,
what the f*ck?!

n*gga, damn, them po-pos!

My n*gga, damn, man.

Since my brother,
man.

Yo, may he
rest in peace.

Thank you, dawg.

Man, since them
po-pos got him,

all this sh*t's so...Yeah, yeah.

I know.

Moses, man...
you want some weed?

Maaan?

Yo... do you?

n*gga...
what the f*ck, man?

Damn, we gettin' up off
this block, we 'posed to--

Man, we 'posed to rise
above that sh*t.

Be on our grind.
And that right there...

Man! That's some
real plantation sh*t.

So where it's at?

Where what's at,
n*gga, damn?

This weed you on about,
my n*gga.

Damn, man, where it's at?

Oh, man,
I ain't got no weed.

Then what you say
you had some for?

I... didn't.

I said you want some weed?

Of course I want some weed.
My n*gga, damn, it's weed.

Yeah, too bad
I ain't got none, sh*t.

Man, I should f*ck your
dumb ass up, you know that?

Moses, man, now be cool.

Man, come here so I can
f*ck your dumb ass up.

On about your weed
that you ain't got!

I said sorry!

f*ck sorry, n*gga!
Damn, say "Uncle."

[groaning]

Auntie, n*gga.

Damn![laughing]

Say uncle!

Grandma! Grandpa!

Auntie!

Best friend.

Stop that!

Titty twister!Ooh! n*gga!

Say uncle!
Say it!

[groaning]

Uncle, uncle,
goddammit, uncle!

Yeah, I thought
you would.

[panting]

You know that
you ain't really

hurt me, though,
right?

Man, I know I could.

Round two.Mwah...

Fight!
[gasps]

What? Ooh!

[both grunting]

Gimme that leg, boy.

Man, don't do it!

[both gasping]

[Moses]
Yo, f*ck, man!

[both]
What the f*ck?!

Well, salutations
and good evening to ya, sirs.

How long your ass been
standing there, man? Damn.

I think
I've startled you.

That was not my intention.

Yo, man...
You police?

Goodness, no.

What on earth gave you
that idea?

White folks
around this way,

they either po-pos
or they Mormon.

Yo, you Mormon?

Goodness, no.
Religion? Whoa.

Yo, n*gga, damn,
'cause if you Mormon,

I tell your ass right now,
f*ck Joseph Smith, n*gga!

Damn, I do not care!

I'm not a Mormon.

Or police.
You have my word.

Man, f*ck your word.
You got I.D.?

I do, in fact, I do.

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!Keep them hands

where I can see
that sh*t, you feel me?

I take it not too many people
wander down this way?

Yo, why you askin'?

No reason, really,
just, um...

Just making conversation.

Say, uh, would you
mind if I sat down?

Yo, what the f*ck!

It's just
I have been walking

all around, and,
gosh...

my feet are tired.

It's because
I've got weak arches.

Always have.

But if I sat down for just
a minute, I'd feel good.

Or not good,
exactly... better.

If I sat down for just a minute,
I'd feel better.

Man, ain't your
white ass got a couch?

No, you're right,
of course.

What you doing
'round here, man?

I'm not quite sure,
exactly.

What I mean is, I started out
in a quite familiar place.

But then, I got all
turned around and now,

gosh, golly, gee...
I think I might be lost.

You got that right.

How 'bout you head on back
the way you came?

I should do that.

You're right, I will.

I guess it's just, I did so
wanna get where I was going.

Where that is?

What's that?

[slowly]
Where are you going?

Oh.

To my mother's house,
of course.

I like to bring her food
from time to time because...

because she's ill.

You see, she's ill
and I'm her only son.

Yes.

Yes, I'm going
to my mother's house.

Or I was before I got
all turned around.

Say...

You fellas aren't hungry,
are you?

Why you asking?Yes...

Well, gosh,
it's just so late,

I can't imagine I'll get
to mother's house now.

And I've got this whole
basket full of food.

Good food!

Be a shame
to let it go to waste.

No, man, we good.

We is?Yeah, n*gga, we is.

Ain't on no charity game,
feel me?

No, of course--
I'm not implying that--

Gosh, I mean,
if anything,

I feel like I'm the one
who needs your help.

What with my aching arches
and all of this food

that I can't
finish by myself.

But no, the last thing
that I wanna do

is be some kind
of nuisance.

The last thing that I wanna do
is be some kind of pain.

[two loud bangs]

Is everything
all right?

Yeah, man, we good.

Well, are you sure?

Man, mind your
g*dd*mn business.

No, right, it's just...

It seems like something's
got ya spooked.

It's them po-pos,
n*gga, damn.

Those what?

Police, white man,
police.

They out here doing
just what they do.

k*lling n*gg*s,
mostly.

k*lling?

What kind of k*lling?

The kind that keep
a n*gga in line.

What, n*gga, damn,
ain't you heard nothing?

No, I'm sorry,
no, I haven't.

This n*gga here.

Say... it isn't safe
out here.

You fellas
should do something.

Call the poli--

Or, I don't know...
do something.

Same sh*t, my n*gga.

Just the day
that's changed.

But aren't you scared?

Gosh.

If I were
in your shoes...

I would be terrified.

If I've troubled you,
either of you at all,

I am awfully, awfully--
mm, I should go.

Yes, I will, I'll go
right this instant.

And...

How 'bout I leave
all this here anyway?

Yeah, I'll just
leave this here.

And what you do
or don't do with it...

Well, gosh, golly, gee,
that's up to you.

There's cold stuff
in there.

Hot stuff, too.

So, if you do
eat some...

...don't wait too long.
Tsk.

What kind
of hot food?

What's that?Nothing, man!

We good. Hope you find
your mama.

Bye!

But what about
your friend?

I said... we good.

Gosh...

Does he ever let you
speak for yourself?

Yo, what?

Oh.

Nothing.

[winces]

Man...

Your feet
really hurt?

Weak arches.
It's the pits.

A'ight then, we fix to
let you sit down, okay?

But first let me
ask you this.

Yes, of course.

Yo ass ain't here
to smoke us, is you?

k*ll me now.Bang! Bang!

I'm sorry,
I don't under--

Did you come out here

to k*ll me
and my friend?!

What a question!

That ain't
no kind of answer.

No! I didn't!

In fact, and please,

don't think that I'm not happy
that we've met.

I am.

I think you're
both delightful.

But I told you, I was
going to see my mother.

If I hadn't gotten
all turned around,

I wouldn't be
out here at all.

Man, it's cool, sit down
and rest your feet and sh*t.

Yo.What?

n*gga, we don't
own these streets.

Thank you,
thank you, both.

That's awfully, that's--
that's awfully kind.

[whistling "Camptown Races"]

♪♪

[groans]
Oh ho-ho-ho-ho!

That does feel good.
[chuckling]

To take the load off.

I mean, gosh,
my feet are tired.

Oh, good for you,

but what about
that food, though?

Ain't gotta beg,
n*gga, damn.

Like your ass
ain't hungry.

What's that?The food?

n*gga, damn,
what kind?

Ooh! Right!
The food! Heh!

What do we have here?

We have...

cold cuts.

Mother does love
her cold cuts.

String beans.

Apple pie...

Ice cream...

Strawberries, blueberries...

Blackberries...

Goji berries.

I don't know
what those are.

Turkey legs.

Chicken legs,
Chicken ala King.

Ooh!

Pudding.

Beer and wine
and water, too.

'Cause Mother
doesn't drink.

Hot dogs, hamburgers...

Fresh roasted peanuts!

[Moses laughing]

Dim sum?

Why the hell not?

And! Last but not least...

Collard greens
and pinto beans.

Yo, Moses...
that's your favorite.

What's that?

Your favorite?

Well, gosh, golly, gee--
mine too!

Cook the collards
down in fatback.

Add a pinch of sugar.

That's how
Mother does it, anyway.

So...So what?

Can we, like, can
we get some, man?

Please!
Help yourselves.

Dig in!

Yo! That's
what's up.

Yo.

This sh*t
right here...

[mouth full]
This sh*t hits the spot!

What the f*ck, n*gga?
Chop-chop.

Golly, gee,
where are my manners?

Give it here,
man, damn!

sh*t...

Go ahead... take a bite.

sh*t!
That's so f*cking good!

I'm pleased
you like it!

My n*gga, damn, where did
you procure all this food?

I grow it.

Yo, like, organic,
that's what's up.

Mmm.

[whistling "Camptown Races"]

Mmm...Mmm-mmm.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

[both chuckling]

Yo! Mister, yo!

Master.

[audience "oohing"]

What?Master?

My name is Master.

Yo, what the f*ck?What?

[laughter and applause]

What the f*ck?

Why?
What's the prob--

Ohh...

Oh, right.
Oh, gosh, heh.

I never, gosh, I never heard it
quite like that before.

That's awkward,
that's so awkward.

Well, it's just a name.
A family name.

So, pass it down
and pass it down, it...

I hope you don't think
that I would...

I would never--
I have never-- it--

Well, it's just the name!
It doesn't mean a thing!

Means something to me.

Okay, well, uh...
What's your name?

Who, me?

Yes, of course.

Uh, yeah.
Okay, uh...

Well, well,
my real name Percy.

But that's awful,
so...

so most folks
call me Kitch.

Kitch.Yeah.

Kitch.And you are?

n*gga!Your name is--

No, man, no!

He Moses.
Feel me?

Moses...Moses?

Well, gosh, golly, gee.

Now there's a name!

[clears throat]

♪ Let my people go

Huh? Huh?

Man, I thought you said
you wasn't religious.

I'm not anymore.

But as a child,
well, as a child--

Yeah, man, whatever.

Kitch?

Have I done
something wrong?

[sniffling]
No, man, you good.

Are you sure?
Moses seems upset.

[Kitch]
I mean, he dealing with sh*t.

But, uh, damn, man,
that's just life.

Well... as his brother,
I guess you would know.

Ah, no, man, Moses,
man, he ain't my--

We not brothers.

You're not?Nah, man, we not.

Huh.
Could've fooled me.

I mean, don't
get me wrong!

He my n*gga!

You feel me?

No, I'd rather not.

Man, what?

Because you just said...

[groaning]
n*gga!

[laughing]

Gosh, you really
like that word.

What word is that?

The, uh, the "N" word.

What N word?

That... N word.

n*gga, what N word?

The N word that
you keep saying.

Man, what the f*ck,

what N word your ass
on about?

Narcotic?

Nitro, uh...
nincompoop?

The N word that
I'm on about is...

Never mind.

Whoo, wish
a n*gga would.

Oh! That N word.
Yeah, it's a'ight.

I mean, every sentence.

"My N word this,
My N word that."

Man, quit acting like your ass
don't say that sh*t.

What sh*t?

That N word, n*gga.

n*gga?
n*gga-n*gga-n*gga.

It's true, n*gga!

All white n*gg*s
say that N word.

What?Or if they don't...

best believe they want to.

[scoffs]
First of all, first of all,

I don't know
what all white n--

people, "all white people"
even means.

I'm just one person.

And second of all,
second of all...

I don't say that word.

But you want to, huh?

No, Moses, I don't.

It's cool, you wanna
say that N word?

No.

Me and Kitch could
probably teach you.

Now look, you need
to hear me on this!

Gosh, golly.

I would never, ever, ever...
say that word, I mean...

[chuckling]
My mother told me not to.

What the f*ck?

Your mama breastfeed
your ass, too?

Well, no.

But I do love
my mother.

I love my mama, too.

Don't mean my ass
can't say the sh*t

I feel like saying,
you feel me?

Well, maybe it should...Yo, what?

Now, look, uh,
Moses, Kitch...

I just met you fellas.

And, uh, gosh, you know,
the last thing that I wanna do--

Great!
But what's your point?

Well... well...
Yes, yes.

Feelings, fine.

But it's so, I don't know,
distasteful for your peop--

For-- for-- for people who...
[chuckling]

Gosh, golly, gee,
it's just, you know--

If I can't say the N word...
why can you?

Because, my n*gga, damn,
it's not yours, feel me?

Bad or good, man,
it's not yours.

Everything's mine!

Nope.

No, you're right.

Of course.

Gosh... will you look
at the time?

I've gotta go.

Moses, Kitch...

Did both of you fellas
get enough to eat?

Yeah, man...
we did.

We almost did.

Was everything...
delicious?

It was fine.

Good.

That's good!

I'm just glad that
it didn't all go to waste.

I'm so happy
I've met you fellas!

But now it seems

I have got
to be going.

It...

[bang bang]

Moses.

Kitch.

Salutations
and good evening...

to you both.

Yo, n*gga, you good?

Yeah, n*gga, damn.

What the f*ck, man?
Damn!

What?Uh, "What kind of hot food?"

Hey, you ate some too.

Only after your dumb ass
let him sit down.

n*gga, don't act like
you ain't glad we ate.

You right!

Ooh! n*gga, damn.

[groaning]

Ahhh...

Wanna eat again?

n*gga...Yeah? Do ya?

Man, better
save that sh*t.

You right.

Yo... who the f*ck you
think that white dude was?

Yo, Moses, man,
I don't know.

He wasn't
them po-pos, was he?

He ain't talk
like po-pos.

Nah, n*gga, damn, ain't
act like po-pos neither.

Yo, Moses,
he Master!

sh*t.n*gga!

He said that, I was like,
"What the f*ck?!"

What the f*ck?I was like "What the f*ck?"

What the f*ck?!

Said he ain't know nothing
about them po-pos? sh*t.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,
yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo!

What, n*gga, damn?

That white dude mama...
n*gga, damn.

I think I got a plan.

Yo, what?

That white dude
said his mama told him

the N word
ain't no good.

Man, f*ck that
white dude, Moses.

Yeah, I know.
But po-po out here

k*lling n*gg*s, right?You right.

Especially them n*gg*s
that's trying to pass over.

n*gga.
And you and me,
we gettin' up out.

We is.

Yeah, n*gga, we is.Most def.

But with them po-pos
coming round here,

how the f*ck
we 'posed to do it?

Yo, Moses, man,
I don't know.

It's easy, n*gga, damn!

Let's give
all that sh*t up.

Uh, what sh*t, n*gga?

That N word, n*gga.

n*gga...White n*gga don't say it!

And po-po don't be k*lling
his ass in cold blood.

You right.

So, maybe, maybe
we stop saying that sh*t,

then po-pos
do come through,

n*gga, they ain't
gon' know it's us.

n*gga! That sh*t
right there is so crazy!

That I think
it just might work!

Them po-pos come 'round here,
we gon' be made.

Like they ain't
even see...

Whoo, n*gga, feel you!

Yo, man,
what the f*ck?!

Yo, Moses, man, I concur.

But what we fix to call
ourselves now, though?

[inhales sharply]

n*gga, damn, man,
I don't know.

Moses...Yo. Word?

We fix
to call ourselves...

like this, like...

Salutations and good evening,
gentlemen.

Yo, what?

Like this, like...

Salutations and good evening,
gentlemen.

Salutations and good evening,
gentlemen.

Say, gentlemen!

Say, gentlemen!

Good day, good sir!

Good day to you,
good sir!

Well, salutations, sir!

And yes, sir,
good morning.

Yes, sir!
Hello, sir.

Yes, sir.
Good morning, sir.

Yes, sir, good day
and salutations!

Salutations and good--

[clears throat loudly]

You going somewhere?

Got word you boys
were going somewhere,

but I said, no... no.

Not my n*gg*r*s.

All right, both of you,
hands behind your head.

Now I know that you like
to think of yourself

as some kind of...
ringleader.

Some kind of alpha dog.

Woof! Woof! Woof!

So, we're gonna do this
nice and gentle,

just like we always do.

Now... who are you?

Stupid.

Lazy, violent...

Thug.

Good.

Mm, that's good.

And where are you going?

Nowhere.What's that, n*gg*r?

Nowhere... sir.

[inhales]

All right, then, boys.

Let's keep it that way.

[whistling "Camptown Races"]

[sniffs]

[resumes whistling]

Yo, Moses, man.

You a'ight?

f*ck them po-pos, man!

I know.

Talking sh*t like
they got power.

Ain't got no power
'cept their g*n.

Their f*cking badge, man.

f*ck them, f*cking police!

f*cking b*llet chasers.

f*cking pigs!

Yo, Moses, man...

That sh*t don't mean nothing,
niggie.

Yo, how you figure?

'Cause, my n*gga,

damn, we still here!

The sun coming up good.

It's a new day.

And we still up
on this block, but...

But then again...

it could be worse.

Could be dead.

But we still livin'.

Me... we still here.

So, so tomorrow,

tomorrow, we fix--n*gga!

Say we fixin' to get up off
this block, my n*gga, come on.

I ain't playing, man.

I need this.

Say we fixin' to get
up off this--

n*gga, we gon' get up off
this block so fast

it's gonna be
like...

It's gonna be like--Like Speedy Gonzales?

AÁndale, ándale!Arriba, arriba!

Like them chosen,
man.

Them good book n*gg*s.

Pass over.

Pass over.

Pass over.

We gon' get up off
this plantation.

Get up off this block.

Then we gon' walk--

Walk right up
to that River Jordan.

It's gonna be deep.
It's gonna be wide.

And we gon'
stand there like...

like chosen.

Like n*gg*s this world
ain't never seen.

Then that river, man,
it's gonna part.

It's gonna open up
just for us.

Ain't gonna need
no swim trunks.

Ain't gonna
need no boats.

Just walk on through.

And life,
this life right here,

ain't gonna be
no jail no more.

You hear me?

Ain't gonna be
no ghetto.

No plantation.

It's gonna be sweet.

So sweet, my n*gga.

So pure,
so sweet.

[inhales]

Like milk and honey?

My n*gga.

Like milk... and honey.

♪♪

[breathing heavily]

[electrical zap]

Yo, k*ll me now!

Bang! Bang!n*gga...

What's good, my niggie?

You know.

You know I know.

Man...

What you fixin'
to do today, man?

Damn, damn.

I don't know,
man.

What you fix to do?

I don't know either.What?

Said, I don't know,
n*gga, damn.

Quit playing.I ain't playin', sh*t.

Say...

You wanna cross
that river now,

don't you, chillun?

Said, uh, you wanna cross
that River Jordan.

Ooh...

Tsk.

Promised land, top ten,
let's go.

Said I don't wanna
play games now, Kitch!

All right, count for me,
then, I'll go.

n*gga!Oh, I'm sorry.

Can you not count?

f*ck you then,
I count for my damn self.

Please don't!

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven,
eight, nine, ten.

One, two, three-four,

five, six, seven-eight,
nine, ten.

All right, just stop!
Stop!
Who me?

I'll play one round,

then you gon' leave
my ass alone, a'ight?

n*gga, don't play.A'ight, n*gga, damn,

funky ass n*gga.
Count on.

One!
Man, I ain't
said nothing yet.

Hurry up, then!
Damn.

Mmm, let me see.

What do I want?

[clicking tongue]

What do I want?Kitch!

Fresh out the box,
Jordan 1's.

Not thrift store, fresh out
the box is needed.

One.Man, I ain't finished.

So, then when Rochelle
see me, she be like...

Uh, n*gga,
I'm still gonna pass.

n*gga.

What, n*gga?
You know I'm right.

Don't mean you gotta ruin
my list.

Fresh out the box,
Jordan 1's.
One.

Tickets to the most expensive
concert this summer.

Two.Ahh!

That Rochelle and me
go to-- on a really,

really wonderful
first date.

Two.

A fish t*nk.

With two sharks
in it.

A starfish.

And a stingray.Three!

A big-ass house
in the Gold Coast

to put my big-ass
fish t*nk in.

Four.

A bright yellow Ferrari.

Nah, Porsche.
Nah, Ferrari.

Yeah, a bright yellow
Ferrari F12 Berlinetta,

sitting in the driveway.

n*gga, what?n*gga trust.

A'ight then.
Cinque.

Like, three dookie
rope gold chains.

Six.

Me and you seeing
that sunrise

without them po-pos
messing our sh*t up first.

Seven.And then them po-pos,

they'll never
come back 'cause, like,

I don't know,
like, they...

like they g*ns
don't work no more.

'Cause they get
f*cked up

by God and sh*t.n*gga!

'Cause God sent down
plagues and sh*t, like,

f*ck you,
Egyptian po-pos.

Here's some locust.

Then some-- ooh, what's
some other plagues?

Like a dragon breathing fire
on their po-po.

There was dragons
in the bible?

Yeah, n*gga in Habakkuk.Yo.

And wizards in Isaiah.Man.

Or, or was it
talking snakes?

A'ight, man, I get it.

Yo, do you?

Look, I ain't said
your list wasn't good

or nothing, just...
ain't real life.

Yeah, better than sitting and
feeling sorry for yourself.

Do what you can,
what can you do?

n*gga.

Yo, Kitch.

You mad?Yeah, man, I'm mad!

No, man, I'm good.

My n*gga!Ooh...

Yo ass a trip, man.Yo, you is too.

Yo, Moses, man,
you want some weed?

Man, here you go.

Yeah, do you?

Why? You got some,
Kitch?

Yeah, n*gga, I do.Yo, what?

Just playing.
Ga-ga, ga-ga!

Ooh.Ga-ga!

[laughing]

But we do got
that pie, though.

n*gga?

What, n*gga, damn,
we do.

How you figure?

That white dude, n*gga,
that picnic.

What picnic?Yesterday, n*gga, damn.

Had a picnic yesterday?

What, you saying
there wasn't?

Saying I don't
really know.

Coulda sworn that sh*t
was yesterday...

Coulda sworn that sh*t
was just a dream.

Nightmare, most likely.

Why salutations
and good eve--

I'm good.

What kind is it?
sh*t.

Hell, what?

That pie, n*gga, damn.

Man, you got pie?

No, n*gga,
my ass got weed.

Yo, word?

Just playing.
Ooh...

We could eat some.
Find out that way.

Yo, what?

That pot, n*gga, damn.

Oh, well, let's eat.

Yo, n*gga, wait!What, n*gga, damn.

You remember that n*gga
broke into that shelter?

Took two loaves of bread
and some nasty ass cheese?

I remember.

What happened?

Po-pos took his ass to jail.
n*gga got three, four years.

I heard he got six.

Yo, word?

Yo, n*gga, I'm straight.

You're what?That pie, n*gga.

Damn, you eat it.Moses...

I mean it, n*gga,
damn, go crazy.

That n*gga that got
locked up.

How you think
his life turn out?

I don't know.

n*gga.

On the other hand,
could be fine.

How you figure?Coulda got out early,

Good behavior
or some sh*t like that?

Good behavior?Man, I don't know.

Good behavior.

Or... or...

If he is still locked up,
could be in one of them

art programs, watercolors,
some sh*t like that.

Watercolors?

You know it take
a village.

Yo, word,
he could be fine.

Getting that GED,
that Bachelor's even.

That JD/Ph D.

Yo, what that is.n*gga...

Let's say it ain't,
though, let's...

Mmm...

Let's say that sh*t
got tragic.

if I'm there
to get locked up...

All for stealing
two loaves of bread

and some
nasty ass cheese.

And I knew
two n*gg*s hungry?

Just like I would.
With pie.

Like the pie
we got right now.

I want them n*gg*s
to celebrate, feel me?

I tell them n*gg*s
life is short.

Enjoy that pie
in my honor!

Yo, n*gga...

You right.What is we doing?

Chomp, chomp.[chuckling]

Moses, man,
that pie ain't here.

Yo, Kitch, n*gga, damn,

you saying that pie
was just a joke?

No, n*gga, there was pie.

Then where is it?I don't know, n*gga, sh*t.

Well, where'd you put it?Here! n*gga, here.

Then where it's at?I don't know, n*gga, sh*t!

Maybe it was just
a dream.

The American dream.

[both]
Nightmare most likely!

[both groaning]

Yo, Moses, man...

We still getting up off
this block, though, ain't we?

Live up to
our full potential.

Get that milk
and honey.

n*gga, I'm starting
to think my ass

might be lactose
intolerant, feel me?

And that honey?

sh*t, that honey
f*ck with

your glycemic index,
n*gga, damn.

n*gga...What, n*gga, damn, it do.

Come on, man,
you still got heart.

You Moses, man.

You Moses.

It's just a name, n*gga.

Damn, that sh*t
don't mean a thing.

Mean something to me.n*gga!

Don't you see we fixed
to do this thing right here?

'Bout to get up off
of this block.

Pass over...

Just like
you said we was.

Huh?

Just like Reverend Missus
said we was?

Say, I said, Moses...Here you go!

Lord, I do declare,

you about
the best little boy

up in this Sunday school.

You about to live up to
that name too, ain't you?

Mm-hmm, 'bout to lead
these boys right off

of these streets of v*olence,
streets of anger.

Lead these boys right on
to that promised land.

You finished?Man, you was always

that Reverend Missus'
favorite, huh?

Reverend, too?

My n*gga, damn,
they say that sh*t to you.

Make all of that sh*t
seem real.

Yeah, my n*gga, damn,
but now she dead.

n*gga, don't go there.

Reverend...
Reverend Missus.

My brother...Look.

That n*gga that got k*lled
last night.

n*gga that's gonna
get k*lled tonight.

Yo, Kitch.What, n*gga, damn?

Man, how many n*gg*s
we know been k*lled?

n*gga?
I'm asking,
my n*gga, how many?

Your brother!

Your brother, North,

knew all of this sh*t
right here.

Ain't fixed the whole

us back,
you feel me?

You fell back,
n*gga, way back.

The least then
we could do is try.

I have been trying!

Well, try one more time,
please, Moses!

Come on, man.

Please?

Please.

A'ight then.

n*gga?

Damn.

North.

Ed from
the other night.

Darnell.

Fat Jay.

That n*gga that roll
with Jay.

Dumb Terry.

Walleye Terry.

Walleye Terry cousin.

Mike that got
that messed-up knee.

Big Mike.

Junior.
Nick.

J-Von.
His brother.

I ain't never know
his name.

C-Money.

Julio.

Andre.n*gga, which Andre?

My n*gga, both.

Tylique.Okay, man, I--

Nah, man,
I ain't finished.

Justin.

Uh, that tall dude,
got that elbow rash?

Dayshon.

Dayquan.

That n*gga, Martin.

Kev.

sh*t.

That other Kev.

And there's many more.

My n*gga, damn.

I know there is.

A'ight then, n*gga.

One more try.

Pass over.

Pass over!

Pass over.Pass over!

[two loud bangs]

Man, this sh*t here
is whack!

Yeah, my n*gga.

I know.

Yo, Reverend Missus.

Yo, Reverend Missus!

How the f*ck
you expect we fix

to get up off of this block,
pass over,

when these f*cking red, white,
blues keep passing over us!

Also!

We never liked
your potato salad!

Yo, Moses.What, n*gga, damn.

I kind of did.

No, my n*gga, damn,
no mustard, you feel me?

Hold that mustard!

[sobbing]
Yo, you right.

Yo, Kitch.

What, n*gga, damn?

Let's say them po-pos
come back.

Keep coming back,
and you and me

never get off
this block.

Man, what your ass
gon' do?

n*gga...What n*gga?

Damn, I'm asking.

I don't know.
Take it, I guess.

Yeah?
For how long?

Told you, n*gga,
I don't know.

Yo, Kitch,
you my n*gga, right?

Most def.

A'ight then.

n*gga, damn, let's
do this sh*t right here.

Pass... over.

My niggie.

Come on, man,
let's pass over.

Go on, n*gga!

Pass... over.

What?

You heard me,
n*gga, damn.

Pass... over.

Yeah.

You mean...Yeah.

What, n*gga, you scared?

I spent my whole
damn life

thinking why n*gg*s
so fixated on heaven!

n*gga, damn,
I want that good life now!

You feel me?

Now.

But I don't know, man,

maybe there is something
to it.

Why n*gg*s stay
k*lling each other.

'Cause in these red,
white, blues,

that river don't part
for n*gg*s like us.

That river crash on us.
Drown us whole.

We ain't chosen.

n*gga, damn, we Egypt,
you feel me?

Egypt.

But I understand
if you don't want--

No, man, it's...

It's good.

But what we fix
to do it with, though?

We ain't even got
no g*n.

Ain't got nothing,
really.

We got that rock.

That what?

That rock, n*gga, damn,
let's just use that.

Come on, my n*gga.

[sniffing]

A'ight, man, after you.

No, n*gga, damn, man,
after you.

Oh, no, man, after you.n*gga!

A'ight, n*gga, damn,
it's just--

You is scared,
ain't you?

Yeah, n*gga!

I hit you upside
the head, then what?

You pass over?

Leave me here
all by my lonesome?

sh*t.Yeah.

You ain't thought
of that, did you?

No, I ain't.

A'ight.
sh*t.

f*ck!

sh*t!f*ck!

sh*t, f*ck, sh*t, f*ck,
sh*t, f*ck, fist f*ck.

My n*gga...sh*t.

f*ck fist?f*ck you, n*gga.

I got it.

How about we don't do
the whole thing all at once.

Don't what?

Said, my n*gga, damn,
not all at once.

I hit you,
just a little.

Then, when it's your turn,
you hit me.

But just a little...

Yeah, n*gga, damn, man,
just a little.

That way you and me,
we still--

Yeah, what happens
if that don't...

Kitch, man...

I believe in you.

Yo.

Word?

Yes, dawg, I do.

Well, thank you,
man, I...

I'm touched.

So what... my n*gga.

You in?

Yeah, let's do this thing.Huh.

[groans]

Yo, Reverend Missus!

You better have them
fish eggs ready 'cause...

we 'bout to pass over to
the promised land!

[laughing]

All right, n*gga.

Let's do this sh*t.

No, wait-wait-wait-
wait-wait!

n*gga!

What, n*gga, damn?

What you want?It's just...

Think that I should face
this way.

Yeah, right there.

That might be better.

Yo, Kitch.

What, n*gga, damn?

Sorry I ain't the n*gga
you thought I was.

Yeah... this don't
change nothing.

You hear me?

This don't change
nothing.

Pass over.

Pass over.

[distant siren blares]

Yo, n*gga, did you
hear that, dawg?

Yo, k*ll me now.I can't.

Why not?I think somebody here.

Yo, how you figure?Uh-uh, somebody here.

You going somewhere?

Uh, no, sir.

I said,
you going somewhere?

What's a matter, boy,
can't talk?

♪♪

All right, then,
stand up.

Come on, boy,
you know the drill.

I don't know why
you boys insist

on making me
treat you like this.

What I do know
is that I can't go

one f*cking day
without problem

after problem
after problem.

You boys enjoy
this sh*t?!

Don't act like you can't
hear me, I said you boy--

k*ll me now.

♪♪

What the f*ck
did you say to me?

You heard me, n*gga.Moses, man--

I say you could talk?No, sir.

I suggest you think about
how you talk to me, boy.

The last thing I want
is for this to get ugly.

k*ll me now!

[loud grunt]

I'm the one giving orders
here, n*gg*r, not you.

[laughing]

What the f*ck
is so funny?

You.
I'm standing here saying

you can k*ll me,
but you won't do it.

What's the matter,
you scared?

Ah! Ah!

No.

I'm just getting
warmed up.

A'ight, then, n*gga.

No time like the present.
Bang, bang.

You'd like that,
wouldn't you?

You would, too.

Or maybe you wouldn't.

Maybe hunting n*gg*s ain't fun
unless n*gg*s run away.

Start running, n*gg*r,
let's find out.

No, n*gga.

I'ma make you do that sh*t
up close.

Watch it, boy.

A'ight, then.
Do it.

'Cause where
I'm standing,

my black ass dead
already.

All that's left
is how it happens.

And who gets
to bury that body.

So, come on, n*gga!
Let's go!

My pleasure.

[g*n clicks]

What the--[g*n clicks]

Holy sh*t.

I say
you could move?

Yo, Kitch,
you my n*gga?

Most def.A'ight, then,

put your g*dd*mn hands down,
you feel me?

My n*gga.

f*ck that,
I'm taking you with--

You got that jail cell
coming nig--

♪♪

Eight by ten,
then six by eight.

Then you gonna be
my bitch.

Yeah, what his crime is?
Breathing while black?

Don't worry
about it, nig--

♪♪

It doesn't concern you.

Keep those hands
where I can see 'em!

No!

[thunder rolling]

Unh! Stop!

Make it stop!

[Moses]
You make it stop.

[thunder crashes]

I was just doing
my job!

Don't hurt me.

Oh, you scared?Yes!

Yes, I'm terrified,
all right?

I'm terrified.
And when I see you,

when I can't quite see you,
the terror only grows.

[thunder crashes]

Man, this sh*t's
gotta change.

'Cause we are not the people
that you think we are.

Not stupid, not lazy,
not violent, not thug.

None of that, feel me?

We're just two black men
standing here,

and we ain't doing sh*t.

All right.
You're men.

Just make it stop.

You want all this
to stop?

These plagues that eat

your whole damn life
like locusts?

Stop k*lling us.

Stop k*lling us.

Stop k*lling us.

Stop k*lling us!
Thus sayeth my God.

Stop k*lling us and get
your g*dd*mn house in order.

[electricity crackles,
thunder crashes]

Take my badge.

You're free to go.

Yo, Kitch.
Man, you a'right?

Yeah, n*gga.

You?

I'm good.

I'm real good, sh*t.

n*gga, plagues?

I know, n*gga, damn!

Yo, plagues.

I know!
I know!

Reverend Missus!

This n*gga done
called down plagues!

You hear me?
Plagues!

I ain't felt
this good since...

I don't know, man.

Since North was here,
I guess.

Oh, my n*gga, damn,
your brother North, man,

would be bugging
right now.

You feel me, boy?
Again, straight up, like,

"Mo said what?
Mo did what?"

The f*ck, n*gga!

Your ass was preaching
to them po-pos, n*gga!

Yo!Spoke your truth

like blood up on them
po-pos, n*gga.

Like blood.

Them po-pos ain't got
nothing on us.

We free.

Oh, my God, we free!

Yo, sun coming up.
We free.

I think we just
self-actualized.

I think
we just got woke.

n*gga, I think we just
transcended race!

Ahh!

♪ O'er the land
of the free ♪

♪ And the home
of the... ♪

[laughter]

Hey!Yo, Kitch, man,

you my n*gga.Mos' def.

You gonna always be
my n*gga, you hear?

Always!

But after all this sh*t
right here

we've been through, man.

You my brother, too.

You feel me?

You my brother, too.

[both grunting and laughing]

Moses.

What we fixed
to do now, n*gga?

[electricity crackles]

That sun coming up.

How about we get up
off this--

[Mister]
Ahem!

You going somewhere?

[Kitch]
Yo...

You that mother--

[Mister]
Who are you?

Please, don't make me
ask you again.

I'm Moses.
This my brother Kitch.

And we getting up--

[Kitch]
No!

[audience gasps]

[Kitch breathing shakily]

Ladies and gentlemen...
don't be alarmed.

It's okay.
Everything's gonna be okay.

I promise.

Heh!
Gosh!

You could say that we had
a bit of turbulence.

A few more ups and downs than
we would've liked,

but all that is over now.

It's passed.

It's passed, because...

because we have done
what we were meant to do.

We stood our ground.
We caught the bad guys.

We took back what was ours,
and now, together,

we will make sure that
no one ever, ever, ever...

takes it back from us again.

Will you look at that?

The sun has come up.

[piano playing
melancholy melody]

It is morning in America.

Go now.
Enjoy yourselves.

Don't worry about the mess.
I'll clean that up.

All that we once had
is ours again.

This country
is ours again.

Isn't it great?

♪♪

♪♪

♪ No one knows me
like the piano ♪

♪ In my mother's home

♪♪

♪ You would show me
I have something ♪

♪ Some people call a soul

♪♪

♪ And you dropped
out of the sky ♪

♪ Oh, you arrived
when I was three years old ♪

♪♪

♪ No one knows me
like the piano ♪

♪ In my mother's home

♪♪

♪ You know I left

♪ I flew the nest

♪ And you know
I won't be long ♪

♪ And in my chest

♪ You know me best

♪ And you know
I'll be back home ♪

♪♪

♪ An angel by her side

♪ All of the times

♪ I knew
we couldn't cope ♪

♪♪

♪ They said that it's her time,
no tears in sight ♪

♪ I kept the feelings close

♪♪

♪ And you took hold of me

♪ And never, never, never
let me go ♪

♪♪

♪ 'Cause no one knows me
like the piano ♪

♪ In my mother's home

♪♪

♪ In my mother's home

♪♪