(dramatic music)
(creature bellows)
(weapon blasting)
(expl*si*n rumbles)
(dramatic music continues)
(cat purring) (ball thudding)
(cat meowing)
(logo whooshing)
Let's go
(upbeat music)
Yeah, I'm ready to go
Yeah, I'm ready to go
Good vibes
Hey
I'm ready to get out the crib
So ready for it
Turn up with all my sis
Got me feeling myself
My fit is tight, my nails is did
I'm about to m*rder all them
My waist is snatched and booty big
Booty so thick
It's time to put that work in
It's giving what it's supposed to give
It's supposed to give
I'm too sexy for all that
I'm the, I'm the, I'm the sh*t
With a crown on my head
And a walk that's so bad
And you cant beat that
Ooh, yeah, I'm ready to go
Yeah, I'm ready to go
I want some good vibes
We outside
Hey, we outside
(toilet flushing)
Ready to get out the crib
So ready for it
Turn up with all my sis
Got me feeling myself
My fit is tight, my nails is did
I'm about to m*rder all them
My waist is snatched and booty big
Booty so big
It's time to put that work in
It's giving what's
it's supposed to give
Supposed to give
I'm too sexy for all that
I'm the, I'm the, I'm the sh*t
With a crown on my
head (door clicks shut)
And walk that's so bad
And you can't beat that
Baby, ooh, yeah
(soft music)
Stop playing, man.
This ain't no game.
(laughs) sh*t.
What, you want it again?
- You already know.
- Hmm?
(both chuckling)
Okay, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Baby, come on.
We gonna wake up Angie.
Oh, we ain't got to worry about that.
(both laughing)
(soft music)
(gentle music)
(siren wailing distantly)
(smooth hip hop music)
- Hello Jack's gonna be crazy!
- You wasn't lying.
- Mm-mm.
- Are you sure it's cool?
Yeah, because it don't
look like nobody here.
Girl.
Well for anybody
checking, I'm gonna be Alize.
- Alize?
- And Angie'll be Candy.
Oh.
This ain't nobody
You peep the Chucks, with my laces up
I ain't chasing no dummy
Ain't all about the money
No disrespect, throw my deuces up
We just came to rock the party
Me and all my hotties
Oh
(friends laughing)
[Driver] Hey, shorty, what you doing?
- Hey lady, what's up?
- What you looking at?
Come f*ck with me.
If you come close, yeah
Yeah, we gonna get after them.
Yeah, what's good, bruh?
[Driver] All right, OG.
You know, I try to lift it up.
- Yeah, go get it.
- Ooh!
And keep your eyes out on Angie.
- I ain't trying to fight.
- Yeah, Angie.
Don't be acting all scary.
(friends laughing)
Girl, you ain't gonna be no model
if you don't show no damn leg.
Denyce is gonna flip if
she finds out I snuck out.
Okay, well then you might
as well have fun while you can.
Hey, baby. Let me
holler at you for a second.
Oh, it's like that? (Friends laughing)
Keep your hands off me.
sh*t, it's like that?
Come on, boo.
You might have hurt his
little feelings. Call back.
- Damn bro.
- Hey, shut the f*ck up.
(all chattering)
Hey, Sway.
What's up with it?
(hip hop music)
Why the hell are y'all so obsessed
with these new females, like?
(people chattering)
(hip hop music)
Damn, who is that?
[Keisha] Relax, girl,
it's just my cousin Sloan.
- Keisha.
- What up, cous?
- What your a*s doing here?
- Hey, cous.
- What's up?
- Okay, okay, sh*t.
Let me find out little
Keisha done grown up.
- What up, nephew?
- Nah, no way.
She off limits, fool.
So these your girls?
Yeah, that's Latrice, Candy and Alize.
Well, look, I'm glad y'all fell through.
Check yourself out.
We got hell a food, plenty of drink.
Cool job.
That's why I'm talking about, cous.
Yes! Woo!
- I need a drink.
- Party's gonna get started.
Damn, girl. He's fine.
Does he have a girl?
Who, Sloan? Please, girl.
Not like it matters to him anyway.
Matters to me.
- Ooh!
- Nasty. (Laughs)
- Mm-hmm.
- Yes, thank you.
- We'll be over here.
- Let's go drink.
How you feeling?
(hip hop music)
These old b*tches are so busted.
Nah, I'm cool.
You sure you're not
gonna take a little bit?
Take a puff. A little puff.
Oh, we need to get like her. Come on.
Hey!
Yeah, gotta pour it up. Pour it up.
Thank you.
(hip hop music)
All my ladies put your hands up
Hey y'all, I got the bottle!
It's time to party!
- Hold on, hold on.
- I need to order.
(all chattering)
- Yo, yo, yo!
Hey!
[Both] Waterfall!
- Waterfall!
- Mm.
(club goers chattering)
Trixie, you ain't
f*cking with us no more?
Damn! Okay, alky. (Laughs)
Damn, girl. (All chattering)
- That's what's up.
- Put your hand out here.
Here's one for you.
- Ah!
- Mm, yes.
Mm, mm, mm.
Okay, another round?
[Angie] Just make mine
with a lot more juice this time.
(hip hop music)
Man, she definitely ain't
from around here though.
- Hey Jason.
- Hey what's up?
- What's going on?
- Excuse me, bro.
Be right back.
So Jackie, I should have been hooked up
and he don't want you but you know I do.
Whatever, man.
Which one of y'all ladies single?
So why ain't you inside?
What you can't dance with someone?
(friends laughing)
Fine.
One dance.
- But watch your hands.
- Alright.
(hip hop music)
What up, fool? Alright, alright.
(club goers chattering)
n*gga you good, huh?
- What?
- You about ready?
Didn't think so.
Get the f*ck outta my way, n*gga.
f*ck you.
I'm f*cking around.
- Let's smoke that, come on.
- For sure.
(hip hop music)
Okay, there we go.
See? Okay, okay.
I'm loving it.
That's what's up.
(upbeat hip hop music)
[Angie] You gonna keep
your hands to yourself?
I mean, my bad.
(friends laughing)
Here.
Don't be scared.
It's not gonna k*ll you.
(Angie coughing)
(laughs) Good Angie.
[Angie] Oh my God. My chest hurts.
- Hey.
- What's up with it?
Ain't that old girl?
I thought she couldn't dance or something.
[Angie] Well, what do you think now?
I'm about to grab another drink.
Fix me one.
Oh really?
(hip hop music)
(Angie sighs)
Hey yo, better take that
empty bottle to the store.
Come on, bro.
House rules, n*gga.
You have the last, replenish it.
Yo, we good, bruh?
We good?
Yeah, I'm about to make a run.
You rolling?
(hip hop music)
p*ssy a*s n*gg*s.
f*ck outta here.
(sighs) Aw.
That's what happens when little girls
go to grown up parties.
So that's what you like?
- This should hold you.
- Oh yeah?
You'll thank me later.
Jade, Kim, let's go.
Watch out, get low
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
(hip hop music)
(ominous music)
(Angie breathing heavily)
(ominous music continues)
(Angie breathing heavily)
- Hold up. Gimme a sec.
- Yeah.
I'll be right back.
Huh? What the f*ck?
(hip hop music)
Latrice?
Latrice?
Latrice?
- Hey, who is Latrice?
- Move.
Where's Angie?
Girl, I don't know.
She was with some dude
the last time I saw her.
Ask Keisha.
You know what?
- Mm-mm.
- By bad, baby.
Angie!
That homie, man. Telling you.
Telling you I'm finna get some.
- Yo.
- Yeah, n*gga.
You can roll it. (Laughs)
(all chattering)
Yo, where everybody going?
Man, f*ck outta here
with the 21 questions.
- These n*gg*s.
- Come on, man.
- Huh?
- You crazy, m*therf*cker?
- Chill out, chill out.
- Damn, sweetheart.
What's poppin'?
- Hi.
- Damn, cutie. sh*t.
Hey, Sway.
What's poppin'?
(g*nshots blasting)
(people screaming) (dramatic music)
- Damn, n*gga.
- Go, go, go!
- Hey nephew, toss the stash!
- Go! Go!
Get the f*ck outta here!
- Hey, Kevin.
- Hey drive, n*gga!
- Oh sh*t.
- Pull out first, drive!
Kev.
(tires screeching)
Hey, Kev. Hey, Kev.
Hey, Kev. Hey, just breathe, dawg.
Hey, just breathe.
Hey, hey. Stay with me.
Stay with me. Hey, hey.
Hey, look.
(Kevin moaning)
(solemn music)
Somebody, somebody come help me.
(siren wailing)
Have we determined why shots were fired?
Is it g*ng related?
Look at where we are.
Think anybody's going to talk?
I suggest you don't put
too much energy into it.
I mean it.
I'm saying this for your own good.
I know you have aspirations, we all do,
but we ain't all on the same playing field
if you know what I mean.
We're blue second.
So if you even want to get to detective,
I suggest you play your position.
You got that?
Yeah, I think this is it. Let's go.
(siren wailing)
(dramatic music)
Okay, look, detectives will be here soon.
Let's do this.
So just secure the perimeter.
Plus the quicker we do our job,
the quicker we can go home.
Maria's cooking.
Alvarez, you hate her cooking.
Who cares? She loves to cook.
So what do I do? I stay in my lane.
Keep a happy family.
See how that works? Let's go.
Come on, man.
I didn't do anything.
[Officer] Stop resisting.
- Come on.
- I'm not resisting.
[Officer] Looks like we got our sh**ter.
It wasn't me.
I ain't do sh*t.
- Should be open and shut.
- What set you off?
They really think he did all this?
Probably not, but we'll rally them up.
Ask 'em a couple questions.
They'll talk. They always do.
No snitch in miles.
- Hey Smith, Proctor.
- Let's clear the house.
Can I get some help over here?
[Officer] I'll be right back.
(ominous music)
Help.
After you.
[Officer] Hey, we got
movement in the bedroom.
(bystanders chattering)
Excuse me, folks.
Did anybody see or hear anything?
- Nope.
- sh*t, I did.
See that damn house right there?
Always some sh*t going on. All day long.
Music, all kind of bullshit.
I am sick and tired of it.
I literally moved here trying
to get away from this sh*t
and I come back into the sh*t?
Ma'am, ma'am, did you see the sh**ting?
Was there more than one assailant?
Hell yes, I saw it.
Them n*gg*s came through this-
(suspenseful music)
Wait, hold on. Let me.
Why they still got that,
that boy over there?
- This is my crime scene.
Because the damn sh**ter's been gone.
I'm trying to, what's up with that?
- Excuse me.
- You know?
I mean y'all need to be-
- Excuse me.
- What?
We'll handle this now officer, uh?
Excuse me.
Now what rank are you?
- Hart.
- Hart?
g*dd*mn it, Hart.
What?
Can you change to channel two?
I barely asked her any questions.
I need you inside right now.
- I am home.
- You look good in blue.
[Witness] I am a
snitch, I talk to the police.
Did he just talk to you?
Damn it, I told you to stay in your lane.
(solemn music)
(solemn music continues)
And there's nothing we
can do if she doesn't report it.
She's a minor.
So we're gonna take
her home to her parents.
This is f*cked up, Alvarez.
We should be taking her to the hospital
to get a r*pe kit done.
g*dd*mn, rookie.
Stop taking this sh*t so personal.
She's one in a thousand girls
that you're gonna see on this job.
Let it go
or you're gonna stress
yourself out into early retirement.
So what?
We're just supposed to
pretend that a crime didn't occur.
We don't know what happened.
I'll tell you what happened.
She snuck out of her house.
She got intoxicated.
She came to this party.
She was probably having a
good time with her boyfriend.
She said nothing happened.
So if nothing happened, nothing happened.
Sometimes the truth is that simple.
You don't gotta go ahead
and complicate things.
Alvarez, that's bullshit.
We know she wasn't just having a good time
with her boyfriend.
- That's the problem, rookie.
We don't know.
You wanna be a detective, right?
You're not gonna get there
without a recommendation.
You want to know how you get that?
By following procedure.
And if you can't do that,
as far as I'm concerned,
you're a liability.
You got that?
Yeah, I got it.
All right, kiddo.
We, uh, we're gonna take you home.
[Alvarez] All right, sweetheart.
What's your address?
Yo, um, you think you could hang back
for 30 while I take her home?
Did nothing I say register?
Fine, but remember what I told you.
I got it.
Come on, kiddo.
(light music)
Look, no matter what happened,
and I'm not saying anything did,
but this is not your fault.
You're the victim.
And if you wanna press charges, you-
No.
Nothing happened.
I shouldn't have even been here tonight.
So just drop it.
Please.
Denyce is gonna k*ll me.
Denyce, is that, um,
is that a friend you came with?
No.
It's my mom.
You know, before my
mom passed she used to say,
"Don't you ever let one day define you."
"If the week resets on
Sunday, then so can you."
(light music)
That's me.
(car doors slam)
(gate creaks)
(Hart rings doorbell)
[Luther] Now who the f*ck?
Baby, don't get that. Lemme get my p*stol.
[Denyce] Who is it?
LAPD.
[Luther] sh*t. (Mutters)
Man, what the f*ck did you do?
Ma'am, your daughter's not in any trouble
but there was a sh**ting at
the party she attended tonight.
A sh**ting?
What f*cking party is she talking about?
- Supposed to be sleeping.
- Huh?
That don't make no g*dd*mn sense.
Denyce, I'm sorry.
And so what? You grown now?
You gonna go head on
and sneak out to parties
in the middle of the night?
- Ma'am.
- That's what you-
Ma'am, the most important thing
is that your daughter is okay.
- Mm.
- Oh, for real though?
What your name is, huh?
Officer Hart, yeah?
Why don't you go ahead
on the clock out right now
and I'm going handle my daughter from here.
Got it?
Get your a*s up in this house.
[Angie] I'm moving.
f*ck is wrong with your goofy a*s?
Now you go ahead on and
have a blessed night, you hear?
sh*t.
(door slams shut)
Man, what the f*ck is wrong with you?
Sneaking up in here like you
ain't got no g*dd*mn sense.
I ain't raised you like that, girl.
You got the cops coming up in here,
and waking up the whole damn neighborhood.
Oh no, baby. Uh-uh.
You better sit your a*s down!
Right now!
Girl, listen to me.
This is my house. All right?
You wanna go out in them
streets and h* around?
You can take your little stink a*s
right through the same
damn door you came in.
sh*t, girl. Come on now.
Oh, and don't you ever, ever
think of bringing a baby up in here!
Baby, baby. Calm down.
You gonna give yourself
one of them headaches.
No, no, baby. This girl think I'm stupid.
Coming up in here drunk
smelling like a fifth of Henny.
- Denyce, please.
- No, no.
Listen, girl.
I know what's out in them damn streets!
How the f*ck you think you got here? Huh?
Girl, lemme tell you something.
I got three more m*therf*cking years
before your a*s is grown, okay?
Then you can go out in them streets
and be as stupid as you wanna be.
Like you?
What the f*ck?
Who the hell you talking to?
- Baby.
- Huh?
So what you think you better than me? Huh?
- Baby, baby. Come on.
- Say it again.
Say it again!
Always talking about you going to college.
Girl, please.
You gonna be stuck up in this m*therf*cker
just like everybody else.
[Luther] Come on, baby.
Trying to act like she better than me.
That's cool.
Like you ain't here because I
sacrificed my life, my career!
(solemn music)
Gimme that sh*t, Luther.
(door slams shut)
(solemn music)
[Angie] I don't want to live anymore.
They took everything from me
like it meant nothing.
And I couldn't move and I couldn't breathe.
And if you were still here, Dad,
none of this would've happened.
I needed you.
Like shattered glass I'm
broke in pieces like a puzzle
Boy, when nothing's
fitting I'm missing parts
How could
[Angie] I don't even
know what I'm fighting for.
Betrayed by those stay safe
[Angie] I can't look at myself.
I don't belong to myself.
- It's okay.
- I didn't ask for this.
Oh.
You all right, baby girl?
Get away from me.
[Luther] What'd you say?
Get away.
You okay? Everything all right?
What's wrong with you?
Trying to get all fresh to go hang out
with those girls you snuck out with?
- Go away. Get away.
- Huh?
Have you lost your mind?
Angie, put some clothes on.
Why are you walking around here half naked?
- God.
- This is all his fault.
What?
He's always right on top of me.
I, this isn't my fault.
What are you talking about?
Baby, something's
wrong with your daughter.
It ain't got nothing to do with me.
[Denyce] What the hell
is going on up in here?
Oh, I know you f*cking lying.
I ain't gotta put up with this sh*t.
No, no, no, Luther, Luther!
No, no, I'm through with this.
Luther, stop it. Okay?
Please calm down. All right?
- Jesus.
- I will handle it.
- You need to handle it.
- Just gimme a moment.
Come on. Come on.
- She needs some help, baby.
- It's okay, baby.
I will take care of it. It's okay.
Just stand here.
[Luther] I ain't into no little girls.
Nothing, I'm 35. (Muttering)
Oh my God, Angie, that man
has been like a father to you.
He's not my father.
Why? Because your father was so perfect?
The same guy who left us with nothing
but a broke down Volkswagen on bricks?
You can take his side, but
he is never coming back.
No, why don't you ever take my side?
You never put me first.
I didn't do this. You have to believe me.
Really? You didn't?
Well, how about the next
time you make that argument,
you put some damn clothes on.
I hate you.
- What?
- I hate you!
(solemn music)
Time never stops
It keeps on going
I'm praying for the moment I heal
Often I repeat this vicious cycle
[Angie] I don't wanna
be this person anymore
but I can't always control my feelings.
And that's what scares me.
I can't let it tear me apart
Tear me apart
[Angie] Sometimes I wanna
hurt something so it can feel
how I feel.
I'm crying out, I'll take some space
[Angie] And yeah, I do.
I do still blame myself.
But I blame you too, Dad.
I didn't ask to be here.
Denyce blames me for everything.
For driving away Luther, for
stopping her modeling career.
But that's only because
her best friend made it
and she didn't.
Why couldn't you have just taken me
with your new family, Dad?
Then none of this would've happened.
I'm just so tired of feeling stuck.
Free, free from all these burdens
(Angie shouts) (metal clanging)
I gotta be free, free
Free from all this trauma
I can't let 'em tear me apart
(Angie shouting) (metal clanging)
No, I choose to be free
[Angie] Why am I even writing this?
It's not like you're ever coming back.
I'm your daughter and you
couldn't even choose me.
Why doesn't anyone ever choose me?
I have to move on.
I don't need this and I don't need you.
(dramatic solemn music)
(Angie exhales)
(engine revving) (hip hop music)
Hey, hey.
Pretty lady, You need some help?
What's up?
I can help you under that hood.
I know what I'm doing.
You ain't gotta be scared of me.
Lemme come help you.
Oh sh**t.
(taser zapping)
I'm trying to help your a*s out.
Crazy b*tch.
(Angie breathing heavily)
(solemn music)
[Angie] Never again.
(solemn music continues)
(door slams shut)
Damn, b*tch.
Why you gotta come up in here
with all that damn noise and sh*t?
You know I gotta go to work, f*ck.
I called you.
Oh sh*t, you know I don't
answer my damn phone.
Oh, that's you, huh? (Laughs)
All right, well you got me now.
What's up? Hmm?
I needed a ride.
A ride?
What the hell you do with the car?
Huh? Come on Angie.
You know I had, oh, my
shift starts in three hours.
What the f*ck you want me to do?
How you want me to get to work?
I don't know, Denyce.
Look, I told you
we needed to go get the
car checked last week.
I even gave you money for it.
What the f*ck you trying to say, huh?
I'm saying I had to walk home.
Oh, poor little baby. (Laughs)
Girl, you gonna have to get
over this sh*t at some point.
I mean, you ain't gonna
make it in this world
being a friend to every
swinging d*ck. (Laughs)
Here we go.
You see?
That's why I was trying
to teach your little a*s
when you was younger, not to be fair.
Girl, come on now.
You growing up in reverse.
You don't even know
what you're talking about.
I know what the f*ck I'm talking 'bout.
sh*t, you think I don't know nothing?
Ever since that little sh**ting
at that little party your a*s
went to, think I don't know?
In fact, that's the only reason
why I'm still taking care
of your little black a*s now.
sh*t.
- You crazy, man.
- Here I thought it was
'cause you needed
Luther's half of the rent.
Who the f*ck you
think you talking to? Huh?
What I need is my m*therf*cking car!
Yeah, well the car is on its way.
All right.
Don't worry.
I already paid for the tow.
I know you did, sh*t.
Girl, who the f*ck you
think you talking to?
(hip hop music)
Can you turn me up a
little more in the headphones?
(light music)
So fly with it.
[Lala] Angie, we'll
be right with you. Okay?
Okay, cool.
Lala, make sure you finish
her off with some soft sheen.
- All right, Runner Bros?
- You know that.
All right, I got it.
Ladies, look what I did to Angie.
(friends gasping)
- Oh my God!
- Wow.
- Oh, look at her.
- You look beautiful.
- Oh yes!
- You look beautiful.
We have to do this more often.
Let me take a picture.
Don't worry, I'm not gonna post it.
Damn, you look fabulous!
Oh my God, I hardly recognized you.
Well, see now you look
like you actually work here.
It's a damn shame that you walking
around here like the homeless
when you got all this
bottled up beauty inside you.
- Carla.
- What? I'm serious.
I can't believe
you're about to close
the shop for three days.
Wait, as cheap as you are.
Huh? Excuse you.
I am not cheap.
- Mm.
- I am discerning.
And there is a huge distinction.
I'll be right back.
Now discernment is having the wherewithal
to own your own business
and thereby providing a vehicle
in which you can invest back into yourself,
your people, and your community.
I see all these scrunched
up faces and snoot up noses.
What y'all looking at each
other and smiling around?
You better get back to work
'cause nobody's paying
you to ask me questions.
Okay, Carla.
You know I don't work here, right?
Well, the way you
sucking up all my energy,
you need to pay me right now, $5,000.
I am not paying you to charge my phone.
Oh, 'cause I'm top
shelf up in this b*tch.
Carla, why are we
closing down for three days?
You know we make the
best money on the weekend.
But some of us really do need a holiday.
- Yes we do.
- sh**t. Okay?
This is a soul event.
I'm about to get my boogie on.
All the way on. Okay?
Tim Turner gonna be DJing
and Gregory Fisher
gonna be on that barbecue.
So is Quavon's daddy! (Laughs)
Huh?
I am not missing my
blessings twice, hello.
I ain't got sh*t else to do.
But to do a,
(clears throat) little
h* stroll down the block
looking edible.
You so nasty with it.
That's for sure. (Laughs)
Aw, sh*t.
This the second time today.
Angie, baby, it's your turn.
Thank you.
Okay, hold on.
Lemme see you spray
close your eyes and spray.
I don't see that much.
Okay, you fabulous.
Shake your shimmy.
- Thank you.
- Fabulous.
Is it on?
Okay, Odessa. Girl, you fabulous.
Yeah, see you on soul Nick?
You know that's right.
Don't hurt the too bad, baby girl.
You know I won't.
(laughs) Okay.
For sure, for sure.
[Employee] Carla, I need the mop.
I just dropped some water in here.
- Okay.
- It's slippery. Be careful.
- Oh hey, T.
- Hi.
[Carla] Sorry to keep
you waiting, my dear.
(dramatic music)
(g*n c*ck)
(Carla screams)
Y'all know what this is!
Shut the f*ck up!
Now just do what the f*ck
I say and nobody gets hurt.
- Okay.
- Oh!
- Tanika.
- Don't sh**t.
- What the f*ck?
- She slipped.
Yo. You over there, now.
Okay. Okay.
Both of y'all on the floor face down
and I'll tell y'all to f*cking move!
Okay.
You, I want you to empty
that register and the safe.
I don't have the safe, man.
Just take the register,
whatever's in the register
and, and leave us alone.
Please don't sh**t us.
I'll tell you what.
You say there's no safe, fine.
But when I go over
there and I do find a safe,
it's not gonna end well.
(Carla yells)
So stop f*cking playing with me.
Listen, my brother, listen,
this is a Black-owned shop.
(g*n c*ck)
f*ck all that Kwanza sh*t.
Get me my money.
- Just give it to him.
- Man, this is my sh*t.
g*dd*mn it, I said move!
f*ck! Come on.
- I'm moving, I'm moving.
- Just leave her alone.
You, shut the f*ck up.
Get the money.
Get me the money! Come on!
What the f*ck are you doing?
(ominous music)
I said on the floor!
No.
What are you doing, Angie? No.
What?
I said no.
(taser crackling)
(g*nman groaning)
Angie!
Watch out!
(kicks thudding)
Angie!
(Angie shouting)
(kicks thudding)
Oh my God!
sh*t.
Grab the g*n! Grab the g*n!
(suspenseful music)
- Oh!
- What are you doing?
- Oh my God.
- What just happened?
- What happened to Tanika?
- Oh my God.
Tanika, - Oh my God.
- Oh my God.
- She's really bad.
We gotta get her to the hospital.
Oh my God.
Carla, gimme the duct tape
from the drawer over there.
Okay, okay, okay.
(Carla yells)
Okay, okay.
Give it to me.
Here, take this.
(shouts) No, I can't hold that!
I can't hold it. I can't.
Just hold it while I tape him.
(Carla shouting)
This is some crazy sh*t.
(Carla whimpering)
- Oh my God, Angie!
- How you know how to do that?
- Damn.
- Oh no.
[Bystander] This is crazy.
(Carla whimpering)
Can you take this now, please?
Take it now, please!
Oh my God, Carla, you
should just take her to the ER.
The ambulance is gonna take too long.
This is just like the police.
You should just take her.
- God, she's bleeding.
- Call the police.
I'm calling them.
[Operator] 911, what's
the nature of the emergency?
Hello? Yeah.
My, my name is Angela Thompson.
I'm at 2345 West 36th Street.
We've been robbed.
- Is anyone injured?
- She slipped.
[Angie] No, no, no.
We're fine. We're fine.
[Operator] Is he there now, ma'am?
No, he's, he's, he's still here.
He's knocked out and he's taped up.
[Operator] You taped him up?
Yes. Yes.
That's what I said, he's knocked out.
[Operator] Okay, ma'am.
A unit's in route.
Okay, just go!
Just get outta here.
You know what?
I'm gonna go get Trey
from the liquor store.
So there'll be a man here when he wakes up.
No, no, no, no, no.
Leave Angie by herself with him?
Okay. I'm okay.
He's out cold. He ain't going nowhere.
I don't know what she
did to my Angie, but I like it.
Okay, okay. Go, go, go.
But get your a*s back here quick, okay?
- Okay.
- Come on, sweetie.
[Carla] I'm gonna get help.
I'm don't wanna leave you, baby.
[Angie] Just go, just get her.
Just get her to the ER.
- Okay.
- Just get her.
(suspenseful music)
What the f*ck?
Get this the f*ck off me.
Okay.
(Angie grunts)
I'm not f*cking playing!
Your funeral.
I could just k*ll you.
Oh yeah? Come on.
Do it! Do it!
You got about 10 seconds
to make some decisions.
Don't make me do it.
Ten.
Nine.
Please, please, please, please.
[Robber] Eight.
(sirens wailing)
You telling me this n*gga
pulled a g*n on you and Angie?
Yes.
I'm about to k*ll this n*gga myself!
(dramatic music)
(siren wailing)
On me, Hart. On me.
We move together on my mark.
Hart! Hart!
g*dd*mn it, Hart!
Whoa, whoa. Keep your hands up.
Come here. Come here.
You all right? You by yourself?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
He got away. He got away.
Okay, okay.
Are you the girl that made the call?
Yes.
[Hart] Did you get a good look at him?
Oh, he's a Black, he had on
a black shirt and black jeans.
- Where that n*gga at?
- What happened?
Where that n*gga at?
Hey, you telling me that
n*gga had the audacity
to pull a g*n on Carla, you, and Ang?
Sam 47, suspect
has fled location on foot.
Last seen heading north.
I don't give a f*ck.
I'ma k*ll that n*gga.
Don't worry about next.
It's going to be all right.
- Hey, excuse me, sir.
- What?
Do you have a permit for that?
You got a permit for yours?
(siren wailing)
Hey, lemme see those hands.
Get your hand outta your waistband.
Hey, don't do it. Don't do it.
Lemme see your hands.
- Hey, wrong guy.
- It's not him!
- He's gonna run, guys.
- Go, go, go, go!
- Sanborn, is that our guy?
- What the hell?
[Officer] It's not him.
Don't worry, Ang.
They are gonna get his a*s.
He's not gonna come back here
after the way that you handled him.
Let's give it a quick once over.
We never get calls from around here.
Clear.
[Officer] Clear.
Look, you saved all of us tonight.
I mean it, okay?
Maya.
Excuse me.
Do you mind if I talk to her for a second?
(solemn piano music)
Pretty bold what you did.
You're lucky to be alive.
Duct tape?
That's impressive.
I wouldn't have pegged you for the type,
but then again, neither would your friends.
You don't mind
just come gimme a few
more details, all right?
After you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hudson, check this out.
Now you see anything
wrong with this picture?
They left the cash.
They just get dumber every generation.
Rap videos are like instruction manuals
on how to go to jail.
We got it.
Let's go.
Did you notice was
he wearing any jewelry?
No.
- Blood swabs, use the gloves.
- Yes sir.
Hey, now that's some detective sh*t.
[Officer] You thinking what I'm thinking?
Hope you're getting what
you need out here, Hart.
- Wrap it up, boys.
- Let's start the search.
So if you think of anything
else, just gimme a call.
- All right?
- Yeah.
And just remember you
need to lay low for a while.
Okay.
(solemn music)
Same little girl
Cold, cold world
Same bad dream
Same sad scene
Even when I try, sometimes I can't fake
That this burning and
the pain piercing my heart
[Denyce] All right, girl.
All right, I'll see you later.
Sometimes I can't say
Angie, come help
me with these bags, girl.
Ooh, your mama got some
of that good name brand sh*t.
One of these, one of these customers
left some of their bags at the...
Wait a second.
What the hell is going on with your face?
Ugh, nothing.
There was a robbery at the salon.
Wait, a robbery? g*dd*mn, girl.
You attract more drama.
It's like a talent with you.
Yes, Denyce. I'm okay.
You better watch your mouth.
Okay. You know what?
Where you going? Huh?
Where you going with that bag?
You trying to move out?
Nah, I'm gonna stay
at Maya's in Hollywood.
Detectives told me to lay low a bit
since I live so close to the salon.
Wait, wait, wait.
What'd you say? Some detectives.
So now you gonna put me in danger?
No, it's just a precautionary thing
until they get the guy in custody.
Look, I'm gonna need the car.
You can use Ms. Tara's next door.
She still owes me for my last appointment.
Ms. Tara ain't gonna gimme no damn car.
Angie, what the hell you trying?
Dude, I am so done with you.
(dramatic music)
(engine roaring)
This story of hurt
Starring my broken heart
I'm not playing a victim
It's not my fault
I kind of feel like it's
hard for me to trust again
I will never be the same
Oh, it's hard for me to disguise
Just what I'm feeling inside
All the stress, all the
worry is breaking me down
I'll never let somebody else
(siren pulsing)
In power again
And I pray that it is different
Oh, it's me against the world
Why they all in my business
But you need to act out
You 'bout to have me brawling
Just sippin' and trippin'
But you don't want no problems now
I don't care what you think about me
I don't care if you don't feel me
'Cause it's time I had enough
It's over and done
No more pain of denial
I'm done with bullshit, I'm tired
(c*ptive coughs)
(c*ptive groaning)
sh*t.
Untie me, you crazy b*tch.
When I get loose, I'm f*cking you up.
This some sh*t.
Alright. What the f*ck you doing?
Huh? What you doing with that bat?
You trying to scare me?
(dramatic music) (bat thuds)
(c*ptive breathing heavily)
You gonna k*ll me?
(suspenseful music)
f*cking get it over with.
That's what this is about, right?
Do it!
Why the f*ck you got me down here?
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(helicopter thrumming)
(suspenseful music)
(police radio chattering)
Did about 20 sweeps.
No activity. Sorry, detectives.
Alvarez?
Hart, I've been meaning to call you
to congratulate you on getting detective,
but things got a little hectic.
Yeah, no, I, I get it.
It's, it's fine.
It's good to see you, partner.
Yeah, good to see you too.
Tell Maria I said hey.
Alright. I will.
And if I see anything,
I'll make sure I let you
guys know. All right?
Nah, it's a wash.
We're all set here.
Two hours and we can't
find this as*h*le anywhere.
He couldn't have gone very far.
I'm hoping something
turns up on surveillance.
Cap told me to wrap it up.
Yeah, of course he did.
What the hell does that mean?
You and I both know that we spend
half the amount of time on
cases in this neighborhood
than we do in a white community.
So yeah, but it's open
and shut. At least we tried.
Listen, I don't know who
put that stick up your a*s today,
but don't turn this into
something today, all right?
We will follow protocol
and we'll see what the prints pull up.
(water splashing)
(grits clinking)
(water bubbling)
(c*ptive groaning)
Well, since you being all accommodating,
how about you turn on the AC?
Burning up in this b*tch.
When I was a little girl,
my mom told me about some old singer.
His wife caught him cheating.
So she snuck up on him one night
and she did the unthinkable.
What?
Grits? What the f*ck?
Yo! Chill the f*ck out for real!
What the f*ck? (Angie shouting)
How does that feel? How does that feel?
What the f*ck did you do that for? Stop!
f*ck out!
You pointed a g*n at me and my friends.
[c*ptive] f*ck!
You said that you were gonna k*ll us.
sh*t.
You said you were gonna do it.
I wasn't gonna do nothing.
(spoon clatters)
Chill.
- f*ck it!
- Chill.
(c*ptive screaming)
What the f*ck?
f*cking b*tch.
f*ck.
This b*tch is crazy.
(engine roaring)
(Walt knocks on window)
Damn it, Walt.
You should know better
than sneaking up on me.
Especially during times like this.
I'm sorry, miss lady.
Okay, I'm just out here walking the street.
You know I'm, I'm helping with the search.
Okay, but Walt, this isn't a
neighborhood watch incident.
All right? There's a
dangerous man out there.
I know, I get it.
But I was just walking by
Carla's and there's a light on.
I'm like, there's a light
on and it's this late?
sh*t, that mean your boy hit 'em up again.
That's what he did.
But check it out.
So if you can, you know what I'm saying?
If I'm right, could you talk to
somebody about giving me
like some money for a reward
or something like that for the tip?
You know, if it helps.
Goodnight, Walt.
But listen, only if you can.
(window whirring)
(engine revs)
(car rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(light piano music)
(cellphone buzzing)
[Maya] Hey, girl.
Hey, Maya.
[Maya] Are you doing okay?
Um, if anybody asks
I'm staying with you tonight.
- Are you sure?
- No, everything's good.
[Maya] Oh, okay.
Alright, well if you
need anything, just call.
Hey, I gotta go.
I'll hit you tomorrow.
[Maya] Angie?
(suspenseful music)
You f*cking stay away from me.
(footstep thuds)
Wait, is somebody outside?
Shh!
Look who's sweating now.
I should just start f*cking yelling.
You can take your chances with me.
Or you can take some b*ll*ts from the LAPD.
It's your choice.
(suspenseful music)
(door thuds)
(Hart sighs)
- Sam 47.
- Sam 47, go ahead.
Yeah, everything looks good here.
Somebody just left the light on.
[Dispatcher] 10-4.
(suspenseful music)
Here's where we find
out how bad jail really is.
That cuts both ways, shorty.
You're a kidnapper.
Are we that different?
Shh.
Choices, choices, choices.
(mouse squeaking)
[Dispatcher] Sam 47, we
have a call at 1456 Westfield.
(dispatcher chattering)
Sam 47. Copy.
(Angie sighs)
(door clicks shut)
(light switch clicks)
I'm supposed to sleep on towels?
I'll work on a bed.
How long you plan on keeping me here?
Hey!
How long?
(solemn piano music)
(mouse squeaking)
(traffic roaring) (distant siren wailing)
(solemn music continues)
(chains clinking)
What the f*ck?
(c*ptive groaning)
Oh, you brought us a bed.
How romantic.
Shut up.
If you want some breakfast just shut up.
I'll be quiet,
but breakfast gonna have to wait
'cause right now I gotta take a piss
and I can't do it in these.
You think of that?
Want me to pee on myself?
[Angie] For your ankles.
Ah.
This is f*cked up.
(c*ptive groaning)
Put the keys there.
(keys jingle)
(suspenseful music)
Don't do anything stupid.
(c*ptive groaning)
Come on. Come on, go.
Talk about n*gga tough.
b*tch ain't sh*t.
Uh-uh, other way.
(c*ptive groaning)
[c*ptive] She think she tough, huh?
Ah.
Keep it open.
Whatever you want to.
Ah. (Groans)
Come on, come on, come on.
Get this sh*t out.
You gonna help me?
Oh, shut up.
Yeah, you'd have to
use both hands though.
Hurry up.
(c*ptive laughing)
Looks like everybody got
you all wrong, don't they?
You are not as timid as you look.
(chains clinking)
Says the man that robbed me at gunpoint.
Asking nice just doesn't
provide the proper motivation.
Put these on and then I'll come lock it.
I got a better idea.
How about you come over here
and put those chains on me yourself?
What are you doing?
I said you're gonna
have to lock me up yourself.
Your little g*n routine is getting old.
(chuckles) What?
(c*ptive screaming)
Put 'em on!
Put it on now!
f*ck, I need some water.
I'll give you... Get
me some f*cking water.
I will give you some water.
Will you stop looking at me?
I can't even see sh*t!
I'm not looking at you!
Look away.
sh*t!
Ah, the longer you keep me here,
the more time you gonna serve.
Ah!
You're looking at 10 years, easy.
I need some f*cking water!
Ah.
Oh.
(dramatic music)
(Angie retching)
(dramatic music continues)
(Angie sobbing)
(engine roaring)
(tires screeching)
[Officer] What'd you order?
Uh, I got the Taco Supreme.
Is that the number three?
Why didn't you get me?
Hey ma'am. Is everything all right?
- Um.
- Ma'am, ma'am?
[Officer] You know
she looks pretty upset.
Could be a boyfriend or possible 261.
You want me to run the tags?
Yeah, I think so.
I think I'm gonna take a walk.
Yeah, George 24.
Any possible 261s recording
reporting at Crenshaw and 47th?
[Dispatcher] George 24,
there reports in the area.
Over.
(dramatic music)
Thank you, Angie.
How do you know my name?
Your girlfriend said it
right before you beat the sh*t outta me.
They ain't have fries?
I ate 'em.
(suspenseful music)
What's in it?
If I wanted to k*ll you,
I'd k*ll you.
(ominous music)
Lemme go!
(chains clinking)
What you think somebody owe you something?
What some guy do?
Bang you in the backseat of his car?
Steal your precious virginity or some sh*t?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the f*ck? Just calm down.
All right?
Whoever f*cked you up, I ain't him.
I, I tried to rob your shop.
Okay, I'm sorry,
but you're not the only
one with a f*cked up life.
My life's f*cked up too,
except you don't see me playing victim.
No, that's 'cause you're too busy taking.
That's what you do.
You're just so busy taking.
You take and you take and you take!
- All right, calm down.
- That's what all you do!
You just keep taking!
That's what the f*ck you do!
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Please don't. Don't.
Let me help you.
You need help, Angie.
You need some real world class therapy
and, and some good weed
so you could calm the f*ck down.
(g*n c*ck)
Wait, wait, wait.
Chill the f*ck out.
Please, please. You don't wanna do this.
Calm down!
(g*n clicks)
(c*ptive panting)
Oh, f*ck.
You f*cking with me?
Hmm.
(g*n c*ck)
Wait, what you doing?
(solemn piano music)
(birds chirping)
She just landed her first
magazine cover last month.
Today we are joined by
none other than Paige Anthony,
a beauty ambassador, and
a real rags to riches story.
Tell me, what advice would you want to give
to the young girls that are growing up
in your old neighborhood?
Like I always say,
where you're at in
life is a direct reflection
of how hard you work
and how bad you want it.
I know a lot of people in my neighborhood
that have gotten a lot of opportunities,
but they just didn't work hard enough.
(person knocking in door)
My advice for the young
would be don't let anything stop you.
sh*t. Who is it?
Mrs. Thompson, I'm
Detective Nate Sanborn.
You mind if I speak with you for a minute?
Dude, would you put that sh*t away?
You gonna have folks
thinking I'm a snitch, man.
Oh, no, no.
Where's Angie?
Ma'am, please calm down.
I'm sure she's fine.
I was hoping she was here.
Nah, man, she ain't here.
She said she was gonna
be spending the night
at one of her friend's house.
Can I come in?
(Denyce laughs)
Sure.
Thank you.
m*therf*cker.
We pulled the name
from the prints. Bad news.
This guy finished a bit at
Folsom a few years back
and well, it looks like
he's itching to go back.
Well, I certainly hope
you are good at your job, detective,
'cause Angie ain't built
for no stalking a*s maniac.
That child is scared to death of men.
(chuckles) Yeah, well
you could have fooled me
'cause I hear she really
lit into him at the salon.
Ooh.
Your daughter seems
like a pretty tough girl.
- Oh, for real though?
- Oh, for real though.
(laughs) Well, let me ask you something.
When you were at that scene,
did Angie talk to you or
was there somebody else?
Hmm? Maybe a woman.
Well, come to think of it,
my partner Detective Hart is the only one.
- A woman?
- Yeah.
Okay. Well, ain't that some sh*t, huh?
Dude, that's what I'm talking about.
She can talk to everybody
else, but she can't talk to you.
Come on, man.
If you don't mind me asking, ma'am,
what happened to her?
Man, that girl, don't tell me sh*t.
But there was a party, mm-hmm.
There was a sh**ting at a party
that she snuck into a few years ago.
Now, I don't know if she
knew that dude that got shot,
but ever since then,
that girl has been off
her f*cking rocker, okay?
Bipolar and sh*t.
She getting any help?
I tried to file for
disability with the state.
But you know how the government is.
They didn't gimme sh*t.
No, no. I'm talking about therapy.
Man, Black folks don't
do no damn therapy.
What that girl need is
a reality check, aight?
Man, I sacrificed
everything for that child.
I gave up my whole life.
And every time I see her,
I realize that she is just wasting
the opportunity that I gave her.
But here I am living in a
sh*thole, working a dead end job.
All because I wanted her
to have her own opportunity.
Okay, well, if I get any more updates,
I'll be sure to send
Detective Hart over instead.
As a matter of fact,
do you have the address
to Angie's friend's house?
We share an Uber account.
Maybe you can find something off there.
I'd appreciate it.
All right.
I know you're here
so you might as well turn on the light.
This how you get your kicks?
Watching me sleep?
Look, I just want to talk.
Okay?
I'm bored as sh*t down here.
Look, you got questions, I got questions.
Am I right?
I should just call the
cops and take my chances.
You are confusing as hell.
What the f*ck do you want?
(solemn music)
Nobody's ever asked me that before.
I wanna be able to walk down a sidewalk.
When a man walks down
the sidewalk, I cross the street.
I order my groceries online.
I can't even go to a stupid
block party with my friends.
So you have a fear of men, huh?
I guess that means you're a virgin.
So how come you can sit
down here talking to me?
What?
Did this fix you
having a man all locked up and sh*t?
Harmless?
No.
(suspenseful music)
But it's a start.
(light music)
(car beeps)
Maya Anderson, Detective Sanborn LAPD.
I understand Angie Thompson
is staying with you for the weekend.
I was in the neighborhood.
So figured I'd check in on her.
Yes, but she's not here right now, so.
But you have seen her, right?
- Yes.
- Hmm.
But she's just out running errands.
Is there something you want me to tell her?
Yeah, just ask her to call me.
She's not returning my calls.
(suspenseful music)
(cellphone dings)
You know, fixing you
is nothing but a psychological process.
Done all the time.
What the hell does a g*ng banger
know about a psychological process?
Homie of mine growing up
was scared to death of dogs.
Couldn't even watch a TV
show if it had a chihuahua in it.
Got so bad school psychologist
put him in a desensitizing program.
That's what you need.
Plain and simple.
You need to be desensitized.
It ain't a dog I'm afraid of.
Ain't it?
Process is the same.
Trick is to do it in little tiny steps.
That's stupid.
You think it's stupid?
Then turn the light on
and look me in the eye.
Baby step.
sh*t before you know it,
you'll be giving me a blow job.
Well. (Laughs)
Yo, I'm playing.
First you'll start with the rub and tug
and then the blow job. (Laughs)
I am kidding though.
I've been at this a
little bit longer than you
and the first thing you learn,
sometimes you gotta follow
your partner's hunches.
You said this case deserves another look
and voila, you were right.
Something is off.
Angie's friend is lying
about her whereabouts
and her mother, Denyce?
Oh boy.
She is, she is a piece of work.
At least it was good for an address, right?
Wait a minute, Denyce?
Denyce.
Oh yeah. See, I knew she looked familiar.
So years ago, back
when I was still a beat cop,
there was this girl who
was r*ped at a party.
And I took her home and I met her mother
and her mother, Denyce, was very difficult.
Wait a minute.
Was there a sh**ting at that party?
Yeah, two fatalities. Why?
Oh, well, her mother seems to think
that that's what knocked her off a rocker.
What's got her scared of men,
but you're talking about r*pe.
Actually, that actually
makes a lot more sense.
You think it's the same girl?
It's her.
I mean, I filed an incident report,
but that was all I could do
because she wouldn't come
forward with any allegations.
And when I met her
mother, I understood why.
I mean, that child was
dealing with so much drama.
Yeah, well, the last
thing that poor girl needs
is to be worried about
looking over his shoulder
for another creep in the night.
Let's put her car on the hot sheet.
Maybe she'll turn up.
(dramatic music)
(helicopter thrumming)
It's called in as Crenshaw and 43rd.
Alley West of Crenshaw.
No, I know that.
But in the surveillance footage
I've got like, a block west covered.
I've got a block northeast covered.
There's only like a small segment
that he could have gone
through undetected to the south.
I'll tell you what, partner,
it's better off if he
just stays in the wind.
Because if I catch him first.
You'll what?
What are you gonna do, partner?
This girl was r*ped at a party
and then she was robbed at gunpoint.
You're worried about the f*cking perp?
These same perps that rob
liquor stores and they sell drugs,
but then they get indignant
when we sh**t back to protect ourselves
so that we can make it
home to our g*dd*mn families.
And then they cry, "Oh
yeah, let's defund the police."
Yeah, I have an idea too.
How about we use our training
instead of our inherent bias
before we make a decision
about who's an actual threat
and how about we learn the difference
between an eight ounce
taser and a two pound firearm
before we pull the trigger.
And then maybe there
won't be so many marches
and maybe there won't be
so much property damage
and maybe there won't be so much carnage
on the street on both
sides, because we all matter.
Right?
(suspenseful music)
(light piano music)
Okay.
(soft R&B music)
(cellphone ringing)
Hello?
Hey, Carla?
Yeah, it's, it's Denyce, Angie's mom.
Yeah, yeah, I know who you are.
Is Angie okay?
Yeah. Yeah, she's good.
Look, I know that Angie talks
to you more than she talks to me.
Yeah, I wonder why that is.
What's up?
I'm just trying to extend
an olive branch, alright?
I, I was sorry about what
happened to your shop
and I just wanted to call and-
Yeah, thank you.
It would've been way worse
if Angie hadn't stepped in the way she did.
Oh man.
Carla, Angie ain't exactly the saint
that everybody trying to
make her out to be, okay?
The cops told me that she lied
about where she was going this weekend.
So, you know, she ain't answering my calls.
So I was thinking that
if you could reach out
and just see if she-
Yo, Denyce, what is?
Oh, you know what?
I have never understood
why you had it in for this girl.
Oh God. Excuse me?
Angie has been through
more sh*t than anybody I know.
And yet she comes to work on time
with her head held
high like a professional.
I mean, ever since she told
me what happened to her
at that party all those
years ago with those boys,
I have made it my business
to make sure she always had a steady income
and a safe space to land.
You know, trauma like
that can stay with you
for a long, long time.
Trust me, I know.
So I've never understood why is it
she has a living, breathing
mother who won't do the same?
Oh my God.
Hello?
Denyce, are you there?
Yeah, I'm here. (Clears throat)
What? You ain't know?
I tell you what.
Don't call me asking
what kind of trouble your daughter is in.
You're her mother.
Why don't you try acting
like it and figure this sh*t out?
(solemn piano music)
(Denyce sobbing)
[Angie] Hey, it's Ang. Leave a message.
Yo. Angie, it's Carla.
Call me as soon as you get this.
(suspenseful music)
f*ck.
[Angie] Hey, it's Ang. Leave a message.
Angie, this is Detective Hart.
Please gimme a call as soon as possible.
You have the info.
(car beeps)
(cellphone buzzing)
Sanborn, what's up?
I got something.
Fifth District located
Thompson's '71 Chevelle
at a parking meter on Crenshaw & 43rd.
Okay, that's odd because
there's nothing over there.
It's all industrial
Investigating officers
said the car was unlocked
and smelled of booze.
But why would she leave it there?
Oh, maybe the car broke down
and somebody picked her up.
And took her where?
It's late, Sherlock.
Get some shuteye.
We'll hit it hard in the morning.
Goodnight, partner.
(suspenseful music)
You ready?
I'm dead a*s.
You say you hate feeling
this way, so what if it works?
Fine.
Okay.
First thing I can't do
with sitting on this.
Can I?
I ain't going nowhere.
Oh. (Groaning)
Let's start with you looking
at me just for a second.
(light music)
That's good.
Now let's do it again.
Just don't look away.
Just don't look away.
Look, I'm, I'm chained up 10 feet away.
You know how fast I gotta
move to even get to you.
Plus I don't feel like
losing my nuts today, so.
(Angie laughs weakly)
So you're safe.
Now move closer to me.
Come on.
You're doing good.
Just a few more feet.
You're doing-
(Angie shouts)
Oh.
(light piano music)
You okay?
Seriously, do you need to
flash that thing every time?
I recall you flashing yours every time.
Can we get passed that? I have.
Now, where were we?
Oh yeah. (Groans)
Touch me.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Trust me.
I can't.
Just what every man wants to hear.
Fine.
Be a weak b*tch.
You got one more time to call me b*tch.
I thought you were tougher,
but you're weak as f*ck.
Just like every other b*tch I know.
(hand slaps)
Oh, okay.
There you go.
You touched me.
You tricked me.
Bingo. I should have been an actor.
(hand slapping)
Okay, there you go. You're in control.
And that does hurt, by the way.
Hmm.
(light music)
What are you doing? Don't stop.
[Angie] I did it. I did it.
No you didn't.
You were gonna, but
trust me, you didn't do it.
(dramatic piano music)
Carla gave me a job at the salon,
but Denyce still won't
let me touch her hair.
Everything was looking up.
But then this guy busted
in and tries to rob the shop.
I knew what I had to do.
No one will ever make me
and my friends victims, never.
This time I'm in control.
(solemn music)
(traffic roaring)
(c*ptive grumbling)
I wonder if we would've
been friends in another life.
What you mean?
You and me?
I mean, if you hadn't
turned out to be you,
if we would've been.
Turned out to be me?
You judging me?
No, what I'm, I'm saying
if the circumstances were different-
What you know about my circumstance?
My circumstance was just like
every other Black boy
growing up around here.
Single mom, no father, poor as hell.
Sound familiar?
That, that's not an excuse for you.
I don't want to hear sh*t about no excuse
'cause I ain't give you one.
But how about I give you some
facts about my circumstance?
I watched my mom work two
jobs to feed me and my sister.
She was never there,
so the streets raised us.
See, when you're a boy,
you all worked up with
testosterone in your body,
changing you to a man.
You don't know how to channel it.
That's what a father's for, right?
But where he at?
So you wind up looking
to your boys for guidance
'cause they dealing with the
same sh*t you dealing with.
So now we raising each other.
We our new family
learning about life and
how f*cked up it is together.
And you know the worst part?
You stop giving a f*ck
'cause you know if you die,
don't nobody care.
Nobody cares, Angie.
Society never really knew
you existed in the first place.
So you really ain't got sh*t to lose.
That's not true.
We all got something to lose.
You matter.
I don't matter!
Nobody cares about me, how I feel.
I kept hearing that sh*t when I was inside.
But ain't sh*t change.
I...
My boy died in my arms that night.
Chest blown open.
Guts everywhere.
And I'm trying to put him back together.
I'm screaming.
"Somebody help me, help me please."
And nobody came.
Nobody.
They knew I ain't k*lled nobody.
But they needed a open and shut case.
So just like that, I'm looking
at 15 years as an accessory.
I was scared.
So I copped a five
year plea to save my life.
But what kind of life I got now, huh?
Look around.
sh*t's f*cked up.
sh*t.
I would've checked out a long time ago
if I ain't have a daughter to worry about
because now I gotta give a f*ck
because I brought her
into this f*cked up world.
You have a daughter?
Yeah.
Deja?
That's a, that's a pretty name.
Yeah.
She's my world.
And now her mother
threatening to move on out the city
if I don't come up with
that back child support,
and if I don't guess what?
Back to jail.
It's a f*cked up cycle.
I, I never understand why
God puts us in situations
and then just takes away our control.
It's like I, I don't have
control of anything.
Not even my own thoughts.
I go from feeling scared,
to pissed off,
to guilty,
and like, maybe it is my fault.
Like, maybe I brought
some of this sh*t on myself.
I feel like I've been waiting my whole life
for somebody to just fix me.
You know? For somebody to just cure me.
You don't never wait for nobody.
You want something?
You make sh*t happen on your own.
Ain't that what the good book say?
Yeah.
You can't have faith
unless you do the work, right?
Yeah, I ain't as dumb as you thought.
(light piano music)
Your hands.
What about 'em?
I wanna feel your hands on me.
Well, you gonna have to take these off.
(Angie breathing heavily)
(light piano music)
(ominous music)
What's wrong?
You and your friends, you r*ped me.
Me and my friends?
What are you talking about, Angie?
- You!
- What the?
- Stop!
- What the f*ck, Angie?
What the f*ck, Angie?
I don't, what are talking about?
What are you talking about?
It was you! It was you!
Calm down.
Angie, come on, talk to me.
Your tattoo!
(Angie sobbing)
(solemn music)
(suspenseful music)
(muffled voices shouting)
(siren wailing)
Hey Sanborn, meet me at Vanity Fair.
(tires screeching)
Angie.
(Angie sobbing)
I done some f*cked up things in my life,
but I ain't never r*ped nobody.
(ominous music)
(Angie breathing heavily)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on. Put the g*n away.
I ain't do sh*t to you.
- Get on your knees.
- What?
And cover your eyes.
I'm not, I'm not getting
on my knees, Angie.
Do it now!
I, I, I can't, I'm not
gonna get on my knees.
I'll do-
(g*nsh*t blasts)
f*ck!
Calm the f*ck down.
Okay? Put the g*dd*mn g*n away.
It was you.
What are you talking about?
That night in Crenshaw.
At the house party 10 years ago.
You danced with me that night.
I told you that my name was-
[Both] Candy.
(suspenseful music)
That was you.
Angie, Angie, you don't understand.
That night I left. I wasn't there.
Say what you did.
Sway.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Please, please, please, please, please.
It wasn't me.
I wasn't there, but I know who did it.
I hope you rot in hell.
(door creaking)
(dramatic music)
(both grunting)
(Angie gasping)
Please.
- I'm sorry, Angie.
- Please.
I had no idea what they'd do that night.
My whole crew got these tats.
I would never do anything
like that to you or anybody.
But the piece of sh*t who
did, he got shot that night.
He's dead.
He got what he deserved.
Please, please.
What are you doing? What are you doing?
- Tie your ankles together.
- What?
I need to get outta here, please.
Okay, okay, okay.
And your hands.
Let's go. Come on, please.
I believe you.
You don't have to do it, I really...
Angie, you were right.
If circumstances were different,
we would've been friends.
What are you doing? No, you don't.
(Angie mumbling)
(g*n c*ck)
(Angie breathing heavily)
(b*ll*ts clinking)
I'm sorry.
(door creaks)
(suspenseful music)
(Angie whimpering)
Freeze, you son of a b*tch!
Drop the g*n! Now!
Listen to me, I need
you to put your hands up
and drop the g*n!
It's not what you think.
I will end you. Put it down.
- Just let her explain please.
- Drop it!
It's not even, it's not even loaded.
It's not loaded. Please.
(g*nsh*t blasts)
(body thuds) (Angie screams)
(solemn music)
(Angie sobbing)
No!
Oh my God! What did you do?
(Angie sobbing)
Sorry, sorry.
Oh sh*t. Oh my God.
Help him! Help him, please!
(solemn music)
Sam 47, shots fired.
2345 West Crenshaw.
(Angie sobbing)
You better.
Please stay with me, please.
(siren pulsing)
- What's going on?
- I don't know.
Especially because it is my shop.
- Ma'am, stay behind the tape.
- I own this.
Can you at least tell us right
now what's going on in there?
(Carla chattering)
- Ma'am, ma'am.
- I need to know.
- Get out of my way!
- Angie!
- Please stop.
I know you, right?
(Denyce yelling)
My baby! Angie!
Angie! Oh my God!
Oh my God.
Are you okay? Are you okay?
Oh my God, honey, I am so sorry.
He didn't deserve that.
That's her mama and that's my shop, sh*t.
Please, please.
I was your mom.
I was supposed to protect you and I didn't.
Honey, you didn't deserve any of this.
So please, if you give me a second chance,
I promise you.
I promise you I won't need a third.
I promise you.
(solemn music)
(crowd chattering) -
Behind the yellow tape!
Angie, oh my God!
I was worried to death about you.
I'm okay. I'm okay.
I'm so sorry. I should've called.
I'm okay, but they shot him.
Keep pressure on the wound.
(suspenseful music)
Clear a path. Come on, move.
We need to start two large four IVs
and drop a thousand
milligrams of TSA, ASAP.
He'll be fine.
(Angie sobs)
(dramatic music)
Ms. Thompson, I'll have
to take an official statement.
No, no, no, no.
What you gonna do is get a woman
to take a statement, all right?
Because she has been
through enough as it is.
It's okay, Mom.
I can handle it.
So tell me what happened here.
Angie.
Everybody will understand.
Never let one day define you.
If the week resets on Sunday, so can you.
(solemn piano music)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talk your sh*t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's a shame
Let them try to deny you
Of the will and the drive to be more
They straight crush
your dreams, that energy
They're so mad so they hating on yours
Some will try to stop you
It's the same ones that's hating
You can't let them destruct you
'Cause when you're
shining can't take it
I believe that you're someone
I believe that you're not gonna quit
You can win 'cause you wanna
And when you make it
you're gonna switch, oh
You know when it's time to lose
I believe in your come up
I believe that you're
not gonna switch up
Ain't no switching up,
switching up, switching up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Switching up, switching
up, switching up
Ain't no switching up,
switching up, switching up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no switching up,
switching up, switching up
It's a burning desire within you
It's a vision that they can never see
It takes work, it takes
fire to be hot enough
To surpass all the negativity
Oh yeah
Some will try to tell you
That you want you'll never find
'Cause the things that they wanted
The fear made 'em pass it by
Now you give 'em misdirection
so you can be equal to them
We're not reminded that they didn't try
I believe in your come up
I believe that you're not gonna quit
You can win 'cause you wanna
If we can make it, you're
not gonna switch, oh
You, you know when it's time to lose
I believe in your come up
I believe that you're not gonna switch
Ain't no switching up,
switching up, switching up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no switching up,
switching up, switching up
Ain't no switching up,
switching up, switching up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no switching up,
switching up, switching up
Dream I believe you gonna come up
I believe, I believe, I
believe, I believe you
Yeah, yeah
Oh, I believe, I believe
you gonna come up
I believe, I believe, I
believe, I believe you can
Yeah
Some will try to stop ya
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Angie's Cure (2025)
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