Night Patrol (2025)

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[ Click ]

-[ Groaning ]

[ Groans ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

-Come on, man.

Give me some f*cking help.

I'm dying right now.

-Sign right there.

Nah. You're getting blood

all over it.

Lucky I brought another copy.

Sign with your left hand...

right there.

Well...

I'm sure there's something

you want to say

in your own defense.



-I'm tryna see

all my n*gg*s with jewels

And yet I can't always

afford food

That's the type of n*gga

that I am

Yeah, I'm dumb as sh*t,

but I got a plan

Yeah, I'm wylin'

with my money

And my mouth

finna look sunny

I'll smoke the profit

off a flip, n*gga

Please know I do not

give a sh*t, n*gga

I want Florida perm cuts

on all of my teeth

n*gg*s with just one cap

won't be f*ck' with me

Trillion cut, give no f*ck,

I know I'm not ugly

With a mouth full of slugs,

I'm on my Ron Weasley

I want Florida perm cuts

on all of my teeth

n*gg*s with just one cap

won't be f*ck' with me

Trillion cut, give no f*ck,

I know I'm not ugly

With a mouth full of slugs,

I'm on my Ron Weasley

Finna act a bigger d*ck

than all Jim Crow's kids

I lost all sense

and sensibility

At the trenches' entrance

Life got no meaning

outside of the stimulus

And the money flip, whippin'

down Washington in the Prius

Looking, oh, so suspicious,

fortunes every week

And n*gg*s ain't never

spun no wheel



I put the chain

in game changer for real

A quarter off the flip,

and I ain't even

Broke open my last seal

-So?

What's good?

Lil' Rip?

-Hey, man, put a "C"

on the beginning

of that sh*t next time.

-What you gonna do?

Show me what you gonna do.

-Mnh. Mnh. Hold on.

I got you something.

-What?

-I got you something.

-Show me after.

-Hold on. Just chill. Hold on.

Tell me you're not

proposing right now.

-Nah, I ain't proposing.

This -- It's a gift.

I mean, it is a ring, though.

[ Tuts ]

This is my mom's.

It's just some Zulu sh*t.

You know?

I thought it was kinda cool.

-[ Chuckles ] I, um...

Damn. I -- I thought

you knew what this was.

Us just having fun

or whatever.

I mean...that's not all it is,

but my a*s can't be seen

with no Crip.

And I damn sure can't be

wearing his jewelry around.

You feel me?

-I know that sh*t.

That's why

we should f*cking leave.

Get our own spot where it ain't

all this g*ng sh*t, man.

That sh*t exhausting.

-Yeah.

I'm gonna need you

to take your Zulu ring...

and get the f*ck out my ride.

[ Vehicle approaches ]

[ Siren chirps ]

-For real?

[ Police radio chatter ]

-Zarina Shannon,

exit the vehicle.

Step out now,

or we start firing!



-Come on. Nice and slow.

-Let's go!

Come on!



-We ain't even on set.

What is y'all doing?

-Turn around

and face the other way.

Get your hands on the hood.

-Where is your bodycam at?

-What you doing, homeboy?

You're not reaching

for that piece, are you?

-b*tch-a*s piece.

-What are you doing with this?

If I search this car,

I'm not gonna find any drugs?

-Do it look like

there's drugs in the car?

-It does look like

there's drugs in the car.

-All right.

Well, you at it, so check it.

-Get him out here now!



You stay put.



-[ Clears throat ]

-It's loaded.



-If you want in Night Patrol,

this is it.



-sh*t!

-Look at him go!

Run, boy!

-Go get him!







-[ Grunts ]



The f*ck?!

[ g*n c*ck ]



Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

You don't have to do this.

You don't gotta do this.

Hey, hey, just hold up.

Hold up, hold up, hold up!











-[ Slurps ]

When I was a kid,

all I wanted to do was be a cop.

I just thought

it was the coolest thing.

Or lit. [ Chuckles ]

I thought it was lit.

But, um,

I know the way you see cops

is not the way it was for me.

We're portrayed differently now

in the media and in movies.

We're seen in a very specific

light, often a negative light.

And there are a few

bad apples out there.

I'm not gonna discount that.

But I'm here to tell you

that most of us are good.

Okay? We're good apples.

Now, why do they even

have us out there in the world?

What do they pay us for?

Well, unfortunately, there are

a lot of people out there

who are not so good.

[ Rap music playing ]

-Yeah!

-Oh, God.

-Yeah! Y'all know what it is!

Y'all know what it is!

-Okay. Uh-oh.

-What's up?!

-[ g*n c*ck ]

-You don't have to do this!

[ All screaming ]

-Hope y'all prayed

to a higher power today!

I hope you f*cking prayed

to a higher power today!

Hey, you. Yeah, you.

I guess I'm gonna break

my d*ck off for you, cuh.

-What?

-Get your b*tch a*s down here.

Did I stutter?

Hurry the f*ck up!

Did I stutter?!

Kneel the f*ck down!

Did I say get up?!



Why don't you put your thumb

in your mouth?

Put your m*therf*cking thumb

in your mouth, n*gga.

And work that sh*t.

Like we bumped up in Chino.

-Now I'm in the pen

-Slower, n*gga. Slower, n*gga!

-Okay.

-That was great.

That was fun, wasn't it?

[Chuckling] That was great!

Okay. How about a...

big round of applause here?

Just a demonstration.

All fun. It's okay.

You're -- You're okay.

f*cking blanks? Inside a school?

-[ Scoffs ]

-Brass is gonna have your badge

for that cowboy sh*t.

-Brass wanted me

on juvie intervention.

I think I intervened.

-Yeah, that's great.

-Whether you know it or not,

them little n*gg*s gonna

piss their pants the next time

they even think about

stealing a pack of gum.

Mission accomplished.

-Yeah.

What's the f*cking mission?

Don't do that. Don't do that.

-Proactive policing, sir.

Stings like a b*tch.

-I got it. See ya!



-I bang

'til the bang is gone

I bang for the cause,

I bang for the dawgs

I bang for the gangsta hoes

I bang for Pasadena rose

I bang on a b*tch,

and I click, I'm gone

I chose to bang

when I R-A-P

-You know, I told you

we don't have to keep it formal,

so you can --

you can cut the "sir" sh*t.

It's getting a little annoying.

-What, you just one of the boys?

Is that what this is? Like...

We're all in the same,

sucking sh*t together?

That's -- That's your style?

-Something like that.

-I chose to bang

'cause bangers love beef

I bang the heat,

I bang for free

-[ Siren chirps ]

-Pull over to the curb

right now!

Stop. Engine off!

-'Til you cop a plea

I put the B in B-A-N-G

-So is that how

y'all did it in Spec Ops?

Just back-to-back,

dumping hella mags, yelling,

spraying up Charlie and sh*t?

-Something like that.

-Something like that.

-All I do is

bang, bang, bang

Come through,

hittin' corners

[ Siren chirps ]

All you hear is

"bang-bang-bang"

For all my fallen soldiers

-Stop running!

-Suspect fleeing on foot!

-You the one

that wet up bin Laden.

You can tell me.

I ain't gonna tell nobody.

You on some John Rambo,

Michael Dudikoff sh*t.

-Still not exactly clear

what ninjas have to do

with being a Scout sn*per,

but...

I'm impressed that you threw in

a Michael Dudikoff reference.

You gotta be the only Crip

that knows Michael Dudikoff.

-Well, we got

a sleeper shift to burn,

so plenty of time

for some 'Nam flashbacks.

-Ah, great.

-[ Screams ]

Is that -- Did that...

Yeah!

-Whether buster, banger,

b*tch, I'll bang on 'em all

Disrespect your whole hood,

bang on the wall

Bang in courts and malls,

don't never think you safe

-Why don't we talk about

your sordid past instead?

-Ah! Boo!

-Yeah, that's what I thought.

-You f*cking suck!

-That's what I thought.

-Hey.

-Still can't believe

they got you working juvie.

You were a P2. What a waste.

-I made it out of the Courts.

Once a Crip, always a Crip.

-No. f*ck that. You're a cop.

You know your sh*t.

And you're not f*cking off

like an as*h*le.



-Thank you.

-Bang-bang-bang

-That means a lot coming from a

genuine Navy SEAL like yourself.

-Bang-bang-bang

Sir.

-Christ.

Three months

riding around together,

we must've eaten here,

what, 600 times?

Y-You're not sick

of this torta truck yet?

-[ Xavier laughs ]

-All right.

[ Siren chirps ]

-Whoo-hoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

-The police!

-Whoo!

[ Speaking Spanish ]

Uh, yo, Carr, let me --

let me run something by you.

-sh**t.

-I was running a street name,

g*ng name, whatever,

and I'm coming up blank.

You come across a "Cripboi"

in your previous day job?

-Uh, why would you offer salsa

if you're gonna give us just

one little container of salsa?

-I don't know, man.

It's just how they do it.

They give you one salsa.

Who cares?

Let it go. Let it go.

Cripboi?

-Cripboi? Crip -- Uh...

[ Chuckles ]

-What?

-With a "I"?

-There's a tag I came across.

Got me curious.

But, um, thought

you might know off the top.

Cancel it.

I'll -- I'll keep digging.

-It's just funny because, um,

it's my brother's gamer handle

from back in the day.

-Oh.

-Let me hit him up.

I'll -- I'll ask him.

-All right. Yeah. Make the call.

I'll handle this.

I'll handle the important sh*t,

all right?

-All right.

-You just have to know

how to speak the language

of the working man.

Amigo!

-All right, partner.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

-I speak Spanish, m*therf*cker!

-Yeah?

-Hey. You got a minute?

-Uh, nah, not really.

[ Sighs ] You good?

You sound -- You sound weird.



-I ain't got time

for this right now, Zay.

-Oh. Packed day

of doing f*ck-all?

You just sitting around

at Ayanda's house

with your thumb up your a*s?

-Would you start giving him

extra salsas, please?

-What's good?

Are you in trouble?

-You really calling me to ask me

if I'm in trouble

right now, Zay,

or are you just trying

to be in my business?

-Y-You're fine. You're --

We'll leave it at that.

You're good.

So, look, I'm calling, uh,

calling about a A.K.A.

You ever heard of a "Cripboi"?

I got PD asking me about it,

and, uh, it sounds like

something serious.

-Uh, hey, I gotta --

Uh, I gotta go, all right?

I-I'm gonna hit you later.

-Well, I --

-[ Beep ]



-f*ck.



-On your b*tch a*s!

Yo! b*tch-a*s Crips!

Hey, yo, yo! What up, b*tch?!

-You in Blood territory, fool!

[ Indistinct shouting ]



[ Line ringing ]



[ Indistinct ]

-[ Grunts ]



-f*ck you want, n*gga?

-I came to see Bornelius.



-[ Chuckle ] See me?

[ Whirring ]

You see deez nuts, n*gga.

Little n*gga, I should sh**t

your f*cking d*ck off.

You been sniffing after

my little sister again?

No, no, no, no. Let me guess.

You're here to beg

for me not to k*ll you

and all them lil' crab n*gg*s

from your hood

for my fallen soldiers, right?

-Hey, hey.

-Right?

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa. Hey.

-I can't stand

you Zulu m*therf*ckers.

-I just came to tell you...

LAPD shot your sister.

I think it was maybe

Night Patrol.

-[ Scoffs ] L-- LAP--

n*gga, I'll sh**t you

right now, n*gga.

-No, no, no!

Look, look, look, look!

They -- They knew

where she would be, all right,

when they did that sh*t!



-Man, check this n*gga over

real quick, man.

[ Detector warbling ]

LAPD. What the f*ck

is you talking about, man?

[ Detector warbling ]

What the crystal saying?

-He's human.

-All right.

-But he damn sure ain't Piru.

-Well, let me check his aura.

-What, you out here

infiltrating the set, n*gga?

-Man, no!

-I know.

Maybe...

Illuminati.

One of these old shape-shifting,

reptilian-worshipping-a*s,

microchip-planting-a*s n*gg*s.

-Hmm.

-Hey. Look.

Preem said that

y'all was into y'all

"conspiriocracies" and sh*t,

but, n*gga, you sound dumb.

I pray y'all minds

ain't so sherm-fried

that y'all

won't just listen to me!

All right?! Hear me out!

-I'm gonna ask you one time,

my n*gga.

You sell Primo

out to the police?

-No. I did not.

-Then why the f*ck you here

and my sister dead then, n*gga?!

Huh? Huh?!

Huh?!

-Yeah, n*gga.

Why they ain't k*ll

your b*tch a*s, too?

-Look. I don't f*cking know.

I don't know.

They just -- They just didn't.



-You know something, n*gga.

I'm gonna get to

the bottom of this sh*t.



[ Groans ] f*ck!

[ Objects crashing ]

-f*ck.





Night Patrol did this sh*t?



f*ck!



-I didn't know

they did this to her.



-Y'all feel that?

Residual satanic energy floating

all through this m*therf*cker.

A demon k*lled Preem.

-A demon? f*ck you mean a demon?

-A demon, n*gga.

-Look like a leopard

did this sh*t on Piru.

-I ain't seen too many leopards

in the hood.

-Could have been

my shape-shifter.

They've been tracking one

in the area.

-Nah.

Last time I checked,

wasn't no shape-shifters

k*lling no Bloods.

-Not if they don't want me

to shape-shift a hole

in their m*therf*cking head.



-It could be Lizard Man.

-True, true.

-You n*gg*s

are f*cking remedial.

LAPD did this.

I told y'all that sh*t!

-So what the f*ck

is you saying, n*gga?

This some LAPD Lizard Man sh*t?

Hmm?



f*ck up.

-Looks like we got

chemical burns on there

from their acid tongues.

[ Primo laughs ]



-Born, man, this sh*t f*cked up.

-[ Sighs ]

Come on, man.

Bring that energy pyramid over.



We ain't gonna leave her here in

this spiritually unclean sh*t.

Whatever k*lled Preem...

coming for us next.



-[ Laughs ]

-Ah, sh*t's weak!

-Oh, not for you.

-Yeah, right.

-It's one of your better ones.

-Man...



Hey, can you act

like you house-trained?

-Are you serious? It's a bar.

-No spitting on

the f*cking floor, assholes!

-Oh, you got him doing --

f*cking Mr. Clean.

-Hawkins, you f*cking dog, you.

-What?

-I ain't crashing

the going-away party, am I?

-Oh, hey, hey. No, no, no.

We're -- We're good.

-What'd you say?

-I owe you a congrats, hombre.

Gonna get you a beer.

-Get one for

my partner, too, huh?

Thanks a lot, Rivette.

-Hey. What that neo-n*zi say?

-Ah! Ha!

Got the bump.

Made Night Patrol.

-Oh, sh*t!

-Yeah.

-Wha-- sh*t! That's...

Man! One year in,

you already made task force.

How many w*r crimes

I gotta commit to get my pin?

-It's not funny.

-You didn't tell him yet,

did you?

-I was working up to it.

-Ah, sh*t.

You know how it is, Carr.

Night Patrol likes 'em

mean and white.

-Oh, yeah?

But you're so nice!

You're, like,

one of the nice ones.

-I can't tell if you're joking.

-Yeah?

Well, look, man, it don't hurt

that you're also a w*r hero,

so congratulations, for real.

-Yeah?

All right.

Well, thanks, man.

-Yeah.

-Now, are we gonna

keep drinking cat piss

or can we get f*cking drunk?!

Who wants shots?!



[ Clanging ]



[ Chatter ]









[ Keys jingling ]





[ Television playing ]





-What the f*ck?!



Damn.

-Where you been?

-Out. And about.

-Out and about?

What the f*ck, Wazi?

You know you not

supposed to be out all night.

-All right, Ma. I'm sorry, okay?

I didn't --

-What the f*ck is that, Wazi?!

You took this out of my room?!

You take this ring

out the Courts?

-Look, I didn't --

-Answer me right now.

Where did you go with it?

-We just --

-"We." Who is "we"?

-I met somebody when I was out.

-f*cking who was it, Wazi?



-Primo.



-Piru Primo?

-Yeah.



Police rolled up on us.



Ma, they shot her.

They shot her right there.

I know.

-Was it Night Patrol?

g*ng Task Force?

Did they see you?

-Yes.



-You done brought

sucking death down on us, boy.

You know that, right?

Night Patrol

is just getting started.

I seen this. They did

the same thing with your father.

What have I been screaming

at you since you was in diapers?

This sh*t is good versus evil.

The beast in the night

prowling in the dark,

with our blood, preying on the

righteous people of God's Earth!



God!

This is...

We're f*cked.



[ Breathes deeply ]

We need to be ready.





-[ g*nf*re ]

-[ Plane engines roaring ]

[ Door opens ]

-Hey, big man.

Playing some games?

My buddy loves games.

-[ Gasping ]





[ Siren chirps ]





[ Camera shutter clicks ]





-Save it for the hunt.



[ g*nshots ]

-Damn.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Siren wails in distance ]

[ Dog barking ]

-f*ck.

sh*t.

f*ck!

-Oof.

-Shut the f*ck up.

Shut the -- Shut the f*ck up.

-[ Chuckles ]

-You sniffing around

about a Cripboi

makes a whole lot of sense now.

Should make your bones chasing

around my little brother.

Huh? Partner?

-Here we go.

-What?

-Here we go.

-[ Chuckles ]

I'm just f*cking with you, dude.

-Mm-hmm.

You Night Patrol!

Puff your chest out!

Puff your

m*therf*cking chest out!

You're the LAPD Prince

of the varrio.

-[ Scoffs ]

-No?

-I don't get it.

What -- What is with you

and this hard-on

for making Night Patrol?

-I'm not hard.

I wasn't hard when I said that.

They're top dogs.

-That's what it is?

-Yes. Ain't -- Not that deep.

-Yeah.

-What? What's so wild

about me wanting to roll

with the big boys?

-Going from your neighborhood

to g*ng Task Force

is a little wild.

What's that,

like the Crip version

of rebelling

against your parents?

-Something like that.

-Something like that.

-Daddy was a Crip.

Cuh-rip! Cuh-rip!

He used to say that sh*t

when he walked in the house.

He got me in it...

Moms in it.

It's all family with the set.

-Hmm. Yeah, I bet.

-Well, my house

is a little different.

My moms blasting my pops

right in front of me.

They was arguing.

I don't even remember

what they was arguing about.

But my little brother, Wazi.

He was this baby.

He was crying.

-How old were you?

-I was 9.

I was tryin' to look out

for that little boy,

but he still stays with her.

And he believe

everything she says.

She's f*cking crazy, dude,

on her African

mysticism bullshit.

Yeah, whatever she's been on,

she's been on it

ever since she k*lled my pops.

-Jesus Christ.

X, I didn't --

I didn't know that.

It's f*cking awful.

I'm sure you've heard

what happened to my dad.

LAPD. Died in the line of...

Well, I bet you didn't know...

Dad was Night Patrol.



-I did not know that.

-Yeah, they had something

to do with his death.

I know it.

We could never get

a straight story from brass.

-You doing all this

on some revenge sh*t?

-My dad was a good man.

He was a good cop. I know it.

-This is Night Patrol.

-Yeah.

-Do you hear what you're saying?

-Yeah.

-They don't f*ck around!

[ Siren chirps ]

-f*ck.

-LAPD! f*ck off!

-Hey!

[ Door opens ]

Hey!

-Hawkins, get in the car.

-Oh, sh*t.

[ Police radio chatter ]

-How'd you find me?

-Turn your radio on, shitbird.

You forget we work nights?

-That Cripboi sh*t?

It's my brother.

I'm f*cking worried about him.

-I hear you.

I'll do what I can for him.

I'm still earning their trust.



-Watch yourself, partner.





-Tell me something, Hawkins.

You seriously think

you're ready for Night Patrol?

-Are we still doing

this hazing bullshit?

Come on, man.

I popped your banger.

You got your dirt on me.

When are you gonna let me in

on the big secret around here?

Word's out. You guys are --

You're more than just good.

You're -- You're special.

I wanna be a part of that.

What -- You tell me.

What do -- What do I gotta do?

-Figured we'd clear

the air here, hoss.

-All right. Good.

-Sarge has got plans

for you, but...

I'm not buying the bullshit.

You're not the only one

with friends in Blackwater.

Yeah, it's all there.

At least enough

to paint the picture.

Favorite's Afghanistan.

Yeah, that part where

an entire camp of insurgents

end up with their heads on pikes

after ambushing your unit.

That's old-school payback.

But here's the thing.

Doesn't impress me.

Now, what I need

are team players in the field,

not some as*h*le

with his own agenda in my unit.

But...Sarge made the call.

Sarge wants you in.

So...here you are.



All of these missions,

everything in here,

I was part of a team.

I'm a team player.

I promise you.

I won't be a problem for you.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-We'll see.





-What's this?

-Sarge wants us

running down the kid

that slipped us on the 1-8-7.

-All right. Lead the way.

-I'm not going in there.

You are.

His bike's in the trunk.

Use it to get them

to open the door for you.









[ Buzzer ]



[ Knock on door ]

-Evening, ma'am.

-You demons work fast.

-Ma'am, do you mind

if I step inside?

-If you think you can.

-Thank you.

I won't take up

too much of your time.

I'm just, uh --

I'm looking for your son Wazi.

Is he around?

-He here for you!

Just to talk to you.

-Here to bring him

his bike back, actually.



Wazi.

-No, no, no, no, no!

[ g*nsh*t echoes ]

-I left your bike right there.

You left it somewhere

you shouldn't have been,

so I wanted you to have it,

if you need it.

And you use it.

Do you understand?



-Anything else?

-That's all.

Thank you for your time.

I'll get out of your hair.

You have a lovely place.

Sorry for the intrusion.

[ Door opens and closes ]



-Well?

-He wasn't home.





[ Radio crackles ]

-Where's Hawkins?

Bring him to me.

It's time.

-I got him right here,

suited and booted.

He says he's ready to roll.

[ Chuckles ]

Even though he's got no

f*cking idea what he's in for.



[ Police radio chatter ]







-Ethan. My son.

I've waited so long

to bring you into the fold.

And to finally

see you in the flesh,

well...

it pleases me.



You've come home now.

Here with your father again.

-[ Gasps ]

This is not real.

You're not real. You're dead.

I saw you die.

-I am reborn.

Bathed in the blood.

So shall you be.

[ Muffled laughter ]

-What'd you do?

-[ Laughs ]

-What did you do? You f*ck!

You gave me a f*cking drug.

[ Laughter ]

You're dead! You're dead!

-I'm so proud

of the man you've become.

I watched you.

I know how hard it was.

You suffered.

You lived with horror.

-[ Sobbing ]

I just don't understand. Dad.

-But you don't need

to struggle anymore.

You don't need to.

Your pain can simply vanish.

When you join me.

-What?

-When you join us.

You're standing on

the threshold of perfection.

-What the f*ck?

-Death defeating death!

Will you be reborn in his image?

-Why are you talking like that?

What is going on?

I'm just --

-Hold him.

-No. What the f*ck?!

What the f*ck?

-When you take of the blood...

-What is this?

-...the same blood

that is now running

through our veins,

you, too, will be granted

everlasting life.

Be it his will.

-Don't do this.

Get the f*ck off me!

[ Grunts ]



-I've dreamt of this

for a long time.



Now drink.

-[ Gagging ]

-You are the new link

in an imperishable chain.

You are the fine line

between civilization

and the unwashed.



Drink, Ethan.

Drink.

And live forever, my son.

-[ Coughing ]



Dad...

[ Gasps ]













[ Chatter ]



-[ Door opens ]

-[ Camera shutter clicking ]

-[ Clears throat ]

Girls got the day off.

Come on in.

Let me guess.

You're throwing yourself

upon the mercy of the court

of my boot in your a*s

for that Juvenile

Enforcement shitshow

I've been on calls about

for days now!

-Um, doughnuts?

-You know I'm pre-diabetic.

-I-I didn't.

-And there's also two missing.

Now, what do you want?

-I'm feeling a certain way

about being passed up

on Night Patrol for Hawkins

and, uh, just wanted to talk

to you for a minute about it.



His father is a hero

around here.

There's a lot of good police

in his blood.

-I'm a better cop than Hawkins.

I just want my shot.

-You got a real future

in this department,

provided you don't

keep f*cking it up.

Now...prove it.





-Hmm. That waitress

with the t*tties?

Had to make

Officer Johnson stand down.

[ Chuckles ]

Tell me she didn't want it.

X?

-I guess.

-Ah, you were

all pouting and sh*t

'cause Hawkins

was breaking up with you,

but I know you saw it.

She was practically

begging for it.

-Yeah?

Begging for all

three and a half inches

of that Irish whiskey d*ck?

-Oh, f*ck you, man.

That's it.

I'm planting crack

in the cruiser.



[ Laughs ]

-Brass would probably

believe that sh*t, too.

-Let me tell you a little

something about chicks, Carr.

They don't always want

some baboon

cramming a firehose

up their twat.

They want dicks

genetically evolved

for their tight, white holes.

Lock and key, f*ck.

[ Laughs ]

-Why you gotta

say sh*t like that?

-[ Laughs ]



-A mouth to feed

at the expense of

Both the partaker

and the partaken

An ignorant sacrifice that's

leading to the death of life

A savage slaughter,

a needless bloodbath

-Is this the sh*t

you listen to?!

-Why do we not see

through our greed?

This will lead

to the destruction

-How you turn this sh*t off?

-It's a button.

It's a button on the top --

[ Music stops ]

-Get your a*s

the f*ck out of bed.

No more playing around.

I let you float

your entire life.

That sh*t over.

Now get up and help me

fortify the Courts

against these

gathered f*cking demons.

Or, I swear...your a*s

gonna be the first one they eat.

Done playin' with you.



-I had to change my life

Run for my life,

run for your life

[ Chatter ]

-Might f*ck tonight

-Excuse me.

Hey. Y'all got one

of these pamphlets?

[ Laughter ]

-Your mama been running around

like a chicken with no head.

-Mm-hmm.

-Oh, my.

She need to come to church.

-Hm!

-Yeah, don't I know it.

-[ Laughter ]

-Well, she said I'm supposed

to tell you to go inside

once you done

with your "chores."

[ Laughter ]



-Wait, wait, wait. Your mama

got you on punishment?

-[ Laughter ]

-Ain't on no punishment.

I'm a grown man!

-Oh, okay.

-Wazi!

-Grown!

-Uh-oh.

-You been over

to the community center yet?!

We got people over there!

Or, if you done,

I need you inside!

Wazi?

[ Laughter ]

-Grown man walkin'!

-Go, Wazi!

-Go up there, Wazi! Get 'em!

[ Laughter ]



[ Cellphone rings ]

-Get a horchata yet?

-They're sold out.

-f*ck!

-Yeah, Waz? I'm at work

right now. What's up?

-[ Sighs ]

-Yo, Wazi.

What you need, man?



-All right. Um...



I -- The...

Maybe I mit--

Maybe I witnessed a m*rder.

-[ Sighs ] f*ck, Waz.

This wouldn't happen

to be that Piru lieutenant

I heard got smoked, would it?

-Can we talk about

this sh*t in person, X?

-Okay. Where you gonna be?



-[Whispers] Fish spot.

-Meet me at the fish spot.



-Fine.

Oh, and, Waz...

please don't make me

come looking for you.

-f*ck is a Waz? [ Spits ]

-My Crippin' a*s little brother.

-Oh, yeah?

He out there "set trippin'"?

-Something like that.

-f*ck me!

-I remember my first sandwich.

-The f*ck?!

Can I get a napkin?



[ Chatter ]

-Rivette. Yo, do me a favor.

-You want me to hang back

like some f*cking pre-pube boot

while you go lick NP scrote

to get in goods?

That about right?

-It's "pre-pubescent."

-Huh? What'd I say?

-"Pre-pubes."

-Yeah, before pubes. Pre-pube.

-You don't tell us

what to do, kid, all right?

-Xavier Carr.

Southeast Division.

-Where we are

currently standing.

-Patrol f*cking rules!

-Uh, so, I'm partners with --

I was partnered with Hawkins,

and I got some intel on a case

he was -- he was working on.

Is he around?

-No.

-That's a shame.

Just tell you then.

Got a line on

your rider Piru sh**ter.

-Is that so?

-Very much so.

I'm from Colonial Courts.

I know the people.

I know what they're capable of.

A guy like me

could be useful to Task Force.

-Would you arrest

your own brother?

-I'm a cop. I arrest criminals.

-[ Chuckles ]

Well, then, why don't you

go do that, and we'll talk?



[ Chatter ]

-f*cking Wazi.

-Jesus.

It's like the honeycomb hideout

for Crips.

Let's radio in a few units.

-No, we ain't

calling nobody yet.

That's just gonna

make matters worse.

If anything, I'll roll in myself

so nothing pops off.

-Partners don't let partners

stroll into the g*dd*mn

viper's pit solo f*cking dolo,

amigo.

-Partners don't take coke-headed

roaring monkeys

ready to pop sh*t off

when we're just trying

to take my brother out

in one f*cking piece,

so stand down.

-Come on.

What is we even doing here?

-You are gonna shut your mouth

and follow my lead.

If your brother doesn't

help me get Night Patrol

off our f*cking a*s,

then I got no use for him.



-Hey, yo. Six up.

You piggos, man.

Stride the f*ck on, n*gga.

-Wazi, we gotta go.

Wazi. Come on.

-You people f*ck around,

I will personally bring

my entire squad back through

to boot-f*ck all y'all straight

back into your mamas' pussies.

How's that sound?

[ Laughter ]

-Okay. Hold up. Oh.

Thulani...

You ain't never nothing but

one g*dd*mn disappointment

after the next.

Bring white Satan for backup

up in my motherfuckin' house?

-Oh, I'm not backup.

I'm ready to roach spray this

entire f*cking sewer on a word.

-Wazi, you cool?

-What's the move here, Xavier?

-"Xavier." [Chuckles]

See you still rockin'

that co*n-a*s sl*ve name.

-You can miss me with all your

"Black Panther," Zulu bullshit.

Do I look like a kid?

Does it look like I came here

for a f*cking lecture?

-Well, you damn sure

don't look like no man.

[ Chuckles ]

You look like

a little piglet to me.

Zulu named Thulani,

but he chose "Xavier"

and a swine's path.

LAPD over his own peoples.

-Waz, you're in a lot

of f*cking trouble.

Night Patrol is looking for you.

You ain't hiding

in the Courts.

They'll go through everybody

to get you. Even her.

She k*lled Pop.

It's just me and you.

We could just dip.

-My son ain't going nowhere.

And I told you,

you ever show your face around

here again, I'll k*ll you.

Useless-a*s pig.

-I don't wanna fight.

-Come in here

wasting my f*cking time.

I don't give a f*ck

what you want.

-Go at a cop, see what happens.

-Rivette, why do you

keep f*cking sh*t up?

-No, no, no.

f*ck this Crip b*tch

and all her little

gangbanger f*ck.

I don't give a good g*dd*mn --

-Annoying-a*s f*cking pig!

LAPD m*rder*d one of

our people just last night!

This the message

you can take back to 'em!

Stay they f*ck a*s

out the Courts, or

else they can get it, too!

Now, ain't no way

you leaving with Wazi,

but you and I both know

you ain't walking out

this m*therf*cker

without us beating the

dog sh*t out you, neither!

-You going down

for this, Ayanda.

-Oh, they ain't done sh*t

to me yet, n*gga!



-Big for nothing --

[ Grunts ]

-Kick his a*s!

[ Grunting ]



[ Line ringing ]

-Who this?

-Yo, Born, it's Wazi.

That cop

that k*lled your sister,

he rolling through

the Courts tonight.

Ayanda think all that voodoo

bullshit gonna stop him.

She's trying to throw rocks

at him and sh*t.

Look, man.

I ain't dealing with all that.

She gonna get all of us k*lled!

You n*gg*s need to get over

here with some real firepower.

All right?

-[ Sighs ]

All right. Bet.

-I ain't trippin' on nothin',

I ain't trippin' on nothin'

I be trippin' on m*rder

Yeah, what you trippin' on?

-Hold this.

-I ain't trippin' on nothin',

I ain't trippin' on nothin'

I be trippin'

on m*rder, yeah

-There you go.

-What you trippin' on?

Thug life never die, n*gga,

thug life never die, n*gga

So bury me

a motherfuckin' G

And put my motherfuckin'

chopper by my side, n*gga

Yeah, and when you send

them shooters at a n*gga

Tell them p*ssy n*gg*s

look me in my eye, n*gga

'Cause when we comin' through,

we leavin' bodies on the news

Channel seven,

channel five, n*gga

I'm a rider,

so I ride for my n*gg*s

I'm a rider, so I ride

for my n*gg*s, yeah

I'm a rider,

so I ride for my n*gg*s, yeah

Die for my, lie for my,

cry for my, shine for my

Grind for my n*gg*s, yeah

Thug life never die, n*gga

So what, you pussies

down to ride, n*gga?

So bury me

a motherfuckin' G

And put my motherfuckin'

chopper by my side, n*gga

Yeah, and when you send

them shooters at a n*gga

Tell them p*ssy n*gg*s

look me in my eye, n*gga

'Cause when we comin' through,

we leavin' bodies on the news

Channel seven,

channel five, n*gga

Yeah, I'm a rider,

so I ride for my n*gg*s

I'm a rider, so I ride

for my n*gg*s, yeah

I'm a rider,

so I ride for my n*gg*s, yeah

Die for my, lie for my,

cry for my, shine for my

Grind for my n*gg*s, yeah

Yeah

This how you n*gg*s

supposed to ride

Yeah, this how you

n*gg*s supposed to ride

Yeah

This how you n*gg*s

supposed to ride

Yeah

This how you n*gg*s

supposed to ride





-This is a sacred night.

Ethan has joined

our holy mission.

Tonight when you

step on that b*ttlefield,

we show him

how Night Patrol hunts.

No mercy for our prey,

which means we leave

nothing on the plate.

No witnesses!

Tonight, in my son's honor,

we bleed Colonial Courts dry!

[ All cheering ]





Rise.

Time to learn

how to use your gift.

[ Heart beat ]



-[ Choking ]





-You've become strong

with blood,

purified as it courses

through your veins,

made holy

by his divine providence.

Tonight you are

reborn in his flesh,

made in the image of God.

Though you feed

on the low beasts of the field,

your true fangs will

never touch their unclean flesh.

Now take your rightful place

by my side.



-[ Laughs ]

[ Grunts ] Whoo!

Drink your fill tonight, boys!

[ Spits ]

Oh...won't be this good

till the next riot.

[ Laughter ]

[ Laughs ]

-We shall reign over

our master's kingdom together,

as he wills it.

[ Laughter ]

Father and son.





-Here's the story

if anybody asks.

The turf w*r that's been brewing

is finally popping off

at Colonial Courts.

We got the Zulu Block

Gangster Crips

who m*rder*d in cold blood

a female member

of the Piru Fonk Rida Bloods,

and there's been retaliation

killings on both sides.

So we get to go in

under exigent circumstances.

We don't need a warrant.

We already have

our invitation, boys.

And we're not leaving

until those blood tanks

are overflowing.

-Your boy came and told me about

the pigs k*lling my baby sister.

-Mm-hmm.

-Kinda put his life

on the line to do it.

-I heard.

-Hmm.

They k*lling Pirus and Crips.

Trying to pop some

sh*t off between us.

And they think

we dumb enough to do it, too.

-That's no doubt.

-Mm-hmm.

-Way I see it...

some things bigger

than this g*ng sh*t.

-What the f*ck

you talking about, n*gga?

-Come on, blood.

I'm trying

to work this sh*t out.

Consider this sh*t a ceasefire.

-For the time being.

-Yep.

-Pigs on their way?

-Night Patrol is.

-[ Scoffs ]

Even f*cking better.

-I got skirmish lines

set up every other courtyard

to slow the pigs'

initial as*ault.



-[ Groans ]

[ Coughing ]



[ Groans ]



f*ck.

[ Grunting ]









-12-Adam 2-1, Dispatch.

Code triple nine.

Need all units in the area

on scene now.

-Copy, 2-2-1.

Lead unit on scene.

All other units

ordered to stand down.

-Who's lead unit?

-Night Patrol.







[ Zipper slides ]



[ Grunts ] Don't sh**t.

-Partner?

Wazi's holed up

in Colonial Courts.

You good to help me get him?

Something like --

-Huh?

All right. Let's roll.

Yeah. All right.















-No witnesses! No survivors!



Hey! Who the f*ck

did you think you are?!



[ Screaming ]



[ Line ringing ]

-9-1-1. What's your emergency?

-They tryin' to break

into my apartment!

I'm -- I'm at

the Colonial Courts!

-Ma'am, we --

we have sent units out there.

9-1-1. What's your emergency?

-I don't know what's going on!

People are knocking on my door!

Hey! Let me see a warrant!

-They just k*lled somebody!

-Okay. Now, calm down, ma'am.

Calm down.

I will -- I'll check into that.

-It looks like the police

are coming in,

but I don't know

what they doin'!

They're -- They taking

people out the house!

You better send somebody!

[ All screaming ]





-[ Sobbing ]

-Dispatch, Night Patrol

is on the scene.

We've got it from here.

[ Woman screams ]

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]





-Drink.

Feed.







Feast.

Indulge in the sacred hunt.

Gorge yourself.



All are prey.

[ People shouting ]

This is your baptism.

Wash yourself in blood.



-[ Gasps ] I can't.



-What's up? You sick?

-[ Gasps ]

-Hey!

-f*ck! f*ck! I can't.

-Hey! Partner? Partner?

-I thought I could handle it.

-Hey! Hey! E!

-Get the f*ck back.

Stay back.

You know what's

so f*cking stupid about this?

I heard what they were.

I heard what they were and got

put on 'em, and intel was good.

I still didn't believe.

Now I'm f*cked!

[ Groans ]

I'm f*cked. I'm f*cked.

-I don't know what the f*ck

you're talking about,

but we gotta go.

-Just stay away.

Just leave. Get out of here.

-What the f*ck

is wrong with you?!

-Stay back! Stay back!

-What the f*ck is wrong --

-Get the f*ck back!

-Hey! Hey! No! Come here.

-If you don't let me do this,

I'm gonna hurt you.

-Let me get my brother.

Just go back to the unit.

Just go!

-I'm sorry!

-Drink!









-What the f*ck?



Zay.

[ g*nf*re ]

-Stay vigilant, Damu.

Remember your training.

If they're lizard men,

they got acid tongues

six feet long and sh*t.

-Hey, n*gg*s!

Chill the f*ck out!

-Tag a sigil

on that wall, blood.

-Don't f*cking sh**t me on Crip.

-n*gga, what?



-Hey, hey. He back up!

-What?

Die, m*therf*cker!

Damn. That m*therf*cker

kept running.

f*ck.

That's the pig

that k*lled Preem?

-Yeah.

-Damn.

Damn. He got your brother, too?

Y'all get good.

We huntin' his a*s down tonight.

-What? f*ck all that. Look.

I'm finna go get Moms

and get as far away

from the Courts as possible.

-Acting like a little --

-Man, you ain't gonna last

30 seconds out there

rolling solo.

-Sarge, n*gga, don't forget

you gotta get your get-back

on them Night Patrollers

for your loss.

-That's right.

-Don't be acting

like a b*tch now.

-Look like we all

carving up swine tonight.

-That's right.

-Let's go, n*gga.



-Yeah, okay.





-Now, here's what's

happening tonight.

My men are gonna

pump enough blood

out of you f*cking people

to last us a good long while.

And nobody --

and I mean nobody --

is coming to rescue you

while we do it.

Do you know why?

You know why?

-[ Fence rattles ]

-[ All gasp ]

It's because you people

are dog sh*t on the heel

of America's boot!

Why would anybody give a sh*t

if I scraped it off for 'em?

[ All gasp ]

-[ Mocks gasping ]

Bring him over here.



[ All scream ]

There's that fear.

[ People sobbing ]

That fear makes the blood go

down smoother than buttermilk.

-Sir, just got word Ayanda's

holed up in her rat's nest.

Looks like

you'll need to step in.

She's been chewing our boys up.

-[ Scoffs ]

You mean to tell me you

can't handle one lowly native?

-They've got

their tribal sh*t everywhere.

-I am sick of this

ooga-booga bullshit.



Let's go.



[ People screaming ]

-Come on. Move your a*s.

Get in there, young man.

-Respect your elders.

-f*ck you.

-f*ck you!

-Hey. Just go ahead in.

Now, folks, sit tight,

and, uh, we'll get to

ripping your f*cking

throats out shortly, okay?

-What?

-Yeah. Low-key.



-What the f*ck

are you doing, dickhead?!

[ People screaming ]

We're the same team, as*h*le!

What the f*ck?!





-Hello? Trying to see

where Night Patrol posted up.

[ Sour notes play ]

-sh*t. My phone.

Phone ain't f*cking working.

-[ Groans ]

They jammin' the signal.

Isolate and destroy.

It's textbook

ethnic-cleansing tactics.

These devils go hard.

-One-time still coming

through this m*therf*cker.

I think it's time we vamoose.

-We ain't going nowhere

till we get some payback

on that demon f*ck.

Y'all saw that sh*t

that happened back there, man.

-Hold up. Is it demons?

Or is it lizard men?

-Nah, n*gga. Pigs.

Them pigs that do

too much amphetamine.

-They vampires.

-[ Chuckles ]

n*gga, are you sure?

-Yeah, n*gga! They drink blood!

-Well, a lot of foul creatures

of the night drink blood.

That's not necessarily

the decisive factor

for a vampiric classification.

-Sound about right, though.

Yo, Trip, you brought them

silver b*ll*ts?

-Hold up, blood.

That -- That's werewolves, man.

You trippin'.

Man, look.

I think we swing through

the south side of the building,

get the jump on them n*gg*s.

If they on some blood-sucking

sh*t, air they a*s out.

Y'all can use your, you know...

holy weapons or something.

Hit 'em with that sh*t.

-Look, what we need

to do is get to Moms.

All right?

Ayanda. She got a plan.

-If her plan

was to get lit the f*ck up,

I'd say things are going

pretty smooth, n*gga.

-Yeah, them pigs probably

already ate her alive.

-Look, we ain't

abandoning my moms.

-Abandon what?

She f*cking dead, man!

Now, we stay on ol' boy trail

and we get some get-back.

That's our best

f*cking option right now.

-So you mean my best option

is to let my mom die

and get k*lled

by some f*cking monsters?

-Yeah. Yeah.

That sound kinda f*cked up.

-How do we know

if she's even still alive?

-I just said we not

abandoning her, n*gga.

[ g*nf*re ]

-Yeah. See?

Look like them

vampire m*therf*ckers

let Mama get her g*ns.

Bring y'all asses.

[ g*nf*re ]

-Ayanda!

You brought this on yourself!

-Yeah? Well, got that fire

for your a*s!

-Oh, sh*t!

Yeah, n*gga! Hell yeah!

-Zulu street Crip!

-b*tch-a*s n*gga.

He ain't -- Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.

-Damn.

-He ain't dead.

Y'all need to get up!

Move! Wazi, run!

[ Laughs ]

-n*gg*s, y'all got g*ns!

Do something!

Hey. Hit that cross.

Smoke this n*gga, blood.

-[ Growls ]

-You're gonna suck

a m*therf*cking dime.

Ah, f*ck!

-Oh, sh*t. Tripp!

-Tripp!

-Oh!

-Tripp!

f*ck.

-k*ll this n*gga.

-What the f*ck?

-Hey, n*gga, help your homie!

-Yo, back up!

-Watch what the f*ck you doing!

-I already emptied three mags

in these m*therf*ckers!

They keep getting the f*ck up!

f*cking petty-a*s devils.

-Hey. Use that big sh*t.

Use that big sh*t!

[ g*n c*ck ]

-Move, y'all, move!

-Use that.



-No, Wazi, no!

-sh*t.

-[ Growls ]



-Hey.

Hey. Waz.

-[ Coughing ]

-Yo, yo, yo.

Waz.

I got a knife in my pocket.

Grab that sh*t.



-Oh, f*ck.

-Come on, n*gga.

Grab the f*cking knife, n*gga.

-m*therf*cker,

move closer, then.



f*ck.

-What's up, homeboy?

-Man, f*ck you. Get off me.

Get -- Get your hands off me.

Get the f*ck off me.

Get your punk b*tch a*s off me.



-[ Chuckles ]

Where the f*ck have you been?

Hiding somewhere crying?

Can't handle the hunger, huh?

I knew you'd b*tch out.

Oh! You want to take

a bite out of me?

You hearing me in there,

you special-ops p*ssy?

Sarge, I hope you're watching.

Let's see what your boy's got.

[ Grunts ]

-Come on, n*gga.

-Oh, sh*t! Come on.

Get the f*ck out of here.

Go! Go, go, go!

-No, Wazi!

[ Indistinct shouting ]



-They exterminating us, n*gga!

[ Indistinct shouting ]





-[ Growling ]

-[ Choking ]





[ All screaming ]





-Stop this madness.

-[ Grunts ]

-Control your blood lust, or

you're no better than your prey.

I chose you for your discipline,

your dedication

to a higher calling.

I pray I wasn't wrong about you.

I've watched you.

Even when you thought

you were alone, I was there.

-What the f*ck did you do to me?

f*ck!

-Despite your suffering,

I watched you pass every test.

-What the f*ck?!

-I was the angel

on your shoulder.

It hurts.

-[ Choking ]

[ Gagging ]



-It hurts. It f*cking hurts.

-Now you drink.



-No. No.

-Feed and grow strong.

-[ Grunts ]

-Come on.



Open her up.

[ Woman sobbing ]

Go ahead and cut her throat.

She's yours.



You clearly need

a demonstration.

You are not in control. I am.

-[ Muttering ]

-Drink the blood.

Or I'll do it for you!

-[ Grunting ]



-You're going to

heed my commands,

or I promise you, boy,

I will destroy you

before I let you waste

the blessing you've received.

[ Woman grunts ]



-Put the pain behind you, son.

Drink.

Drink, Ethan.

-[ Muttering ]

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

-[ Crying ]

-No.

No.

-No! No!

[ Sobbing ]

Thulani! Thulani!

[ Sobbing ]



-Hey, yo. See? See?

We gots to keep on it.

Make these devils pay.

-Thulani. Thulani!

-Hey, I gots to keep it moving

if y'all just gonna

curl up here and die, man.



-Mama, I -- Ma --

-[ Sobbing ]

-No witnesses, no survivors.

I want Ayanda dead.

Drown them in their own blood.



k*ll the Zulus.



-Mama. Ma.

-[ Sobbing ]

-[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Grunts ]

-That's for Preem,

you hoe-a*s b*tch!

This Yakub-sucking f*ck

ain't murkin' no more

Black people tonight!

That "stake in the chest" sh*t

really worked!

-Ma, these m*therf*ckers

really vampires.

-I knew they was demons when

I saw them metal fangs in 'em.

This right here, this the reason

that Pork Chop

didn't get through

my Zulu fortifications.

Ancient artifacts

of our peoples.

Our jewelry, our weapons,

our culture.

That's the enemy's weakness.

-Mama, all them twigs

and sh*t don't work.

They went right past 'em.

-Read the pamphlet, boy.



-Oh, yeah. sh*t. Say, uh...

"The Obeyofo"...

-Obayifo. Obayifo, n*gga.

-Obayifo.

All right, all right, n*gga.

Damn!

"Has pink skin, iron teeth,

and feasts on their prey

from the trees above."

-Same sh*t. Pigs just

m*therf*cking rewrote it.

-Another word for 'em?

Asanbosam.

Or devil. Or vampire.

And we all know

who f*cked up the bloodsuckers

when they came for 'em.

-The Zulus.

-Let me see that sh*t.

-I already gave you one.

-We was too busy

f*cking up sh*t to be reading!

Hold on.

"The Obayifo feed off

the blood of sleeping victims

and those who shun sleep

to wander with death

in the darkness"?

God damn. Leopard in the hood.



What is this? Some Hotep sh*t?

-One thing the colonizers

all fear? Our Blackness.

-[ Chuckles ]

Hold up. Time-out.

So you talking about

the indigenous magicks

of the Asiatic Black man?

-We was put on this

m*therf*cking Earth

to fry white Satan to a crisp!

-Yeah. And that's on Crip.



-We are to become a dynasty.

Father and son...

ruling for an eternity.



Rise and redeem yourself

in my eyes.

These vermin cannot...

will not best you.

[ Clattering ]

-Hey, look,

they got our people in cages,

and it's on us to get 'em out.



All right, look.

What we do know --

b*ll*ts don't do sh*t

to these m*therf*ckers, right?

But a wooden stake

through the chest?

[ Grunts ]

-[ Wood cracks ]

[ Clattering ]

Yeah, it's the only way.

The head, too, n*gga.

Everybody know you hit a vampire

in the head or the heart,

and they out of there.

Your third eye be closed

than a m*therf*cker.

-Hey. Hold up. Nah, man.

I hit that big cop in the head

five m*therf*cking times.

It didn't do sh*t.

And I don't even think these

sticks gonna do much neither.

-What?! Use y'all f*cking head.

It's their sacred heart.

The blood fuels

the fire in the heart.

You penetrate,

pop that m*therf*cker,

and you air their a*s out

for good.

Everybody know that.

-[ Coughing ]

-Like, n*gga,

the ancestors know that.

It's in the pamphlet.

Check it. Look.

"A colonizer's power

derives from his God's blood

and the flame

of his white witchcraft

that now courses

through their veins."

Man, they even got psychic

powers and can f*cking fly.

All types of brazy sh*t.

f*ck we gonna do?

[ Scoffs ]

The Devil is a m*therf*cker.

-Oh, sh*t!

I got something at the crib

that can 100% guarantee

handle it.

-Oh, for real?

-100%.

-Okay. Well, what you got, Ma?

Like a flame thrower?

-Unh-unh. Nah.

-Or an RPG?

Some sh*t like that?

That's what we gonna need.

-Better. Better than all that.

We got to go back to the roots

with this sh*t.

-All right, but I mean --

Okay, well, if g*ns don't work,

heavy a*tillery

ain't gonna do sh*t

but just piss 'em off

a little bit more.

Can't believe I'm about to

say this dumb-a*s sh*t.

We gonna have to stab

these vampire m*therf*ckers

right through their heart.

It's the only way.

-I mean, that's actually

the smartest sh*t

you said all night, n*gga.

We gonna have to get

mystical with this sh*t

if we're gonna stay alive.

-Well, what about sunlight?

Right? That sh*t soon.

Don't they blow up in that?

-Yeah.

-If sunlight don't k*ll these

m*therf*ckers, we all f*cked.



[ Gasping ]



[ Coughing ]





[ Grunting ]





[ Horn blaring ]

-What the f*ck?



[ Horn blaring ]

[ Horn stops ]

-What the f*ck?!



-[ Gasping ]



-What the f*ck?



[ Indistinct shouting ]

-[ Gasping ]



[ People screaming ]



-[ Laughs ]

[ Horns blaring ]







-Hey, hey, hey, hey!



g*dd*mn! Stakes don't work?!



Vampire rules got

a n*gga twisted, homie!



Y'all get on.

I got this sh*t.

Sick m*therf*ckers.

Eating babies and sh*t?

-[ Growling ]

-On Piru. This for Preem

and all the dead homies.

This get-back

for all our people!

f*ck the m*therf*cking

police, homie!











-[ Grunts ]

-m*therf*cking pig got me, man.

-sh*t! Come here.

-[ Laughing ]



-The sun's gonna be up soon!

Fry you devils to ash

if you don't get on!

-We can be out here

well past sunrise, b*tch!

We are getting in there,

whatever the f*ck it takes!

-[ Gasps ]

-Just stay -- stay still.

No, I'm straight. I'm straight.

-Stay still. Just be still!

-I'm straight.

-Be still!

-[ Panting ]

-Sarge: Ayanda!

We're done f*cking with you!

Time to end this!







Ayanda!

You hearing me in there?!



It's Sarge speaking!

We had a deal!

You keep your tribal

African bullshit

confined to your ghetto, we look

the other way on you people!

Well, that's all done now

that you took that sh*t

off reservation.

And now you and your boy

know too much to live.

-You been k*lling us!

Been k*lling us so long,

I don't know what.

You already k*lled

one of my sons!

-Ah! I thought that cop looked

like your junkie f*ck husband!

Your mother ever tell you

about that, Wazi?

You see,

Danny was our b*tch boy.

He did whatever we told him to

so long as he got his...

his fix.

-They made me k*ll your old man.

They made me.

And I -- I did it to

protect you and your brother.

And I'd do it again

if I had to! For you!

-We gotta get -- We gotta

get you some help, all right?

Hold this. Hold this.

-Come out,

and we drink your blood quick!

Or we can just burn you alive

in there, slow.

-Wazi. Look at me.

Look at me. Look at me.



They f*cked with

the wrong ones now.

We Zulu up in here.

[ Gasps ]

-Mama, I can't.

-No, no.

-I don't --

-No.

Whatever you feeling,

you harness that sh*t.

You use that sh*t.

You are my son.



[ Panting ]

-Nah, but you ain't dyin',

not until I k*ll those

weird-a*s m*therf*ckers.

Where the stash at?

-Security room. Uh, closet.

Wazi, listen.

Don't be mad.

[ Chuckles ]

-It's too f*cking late.





-sh*t!



Yeah!

[ Beeping ]



I got it!



f*ck'...

We about to wet these fools up!



Yeah.



[ Beeping ]

What the f*ck is this?

Ma, what the f*ck is this?

What the f*ck am I supposed

to do with this?!

Ma, what the f*ck am I

supposed to do with this?!

We gonna die!

We gonna...

[ Beeping ]

[ Crying ]



I ain't f*cking built

for this sh*t.

All this f*cking Zulu sh*t.

None of it's real!



But you never

would've believed that.

[ Whooshing ]





And neither do I, really.









[ Speaking indistinctly ]

You f*cking with a Zulu now!



-Ethan: [ Growls ]

He's controlling me.

Please. I can't stop.

I can't stop. I --

I just ate a woman's brains.

-Damn. I'm so tired of you

vampire m*therf*ckers!

-Please, please, please help me.

Help me!



-n*gga, help you?

Man, f*ck you.

-Wazi!

-You k*lled my mama.

-I didn't. I didn't. I didn't.

-Wazi!

-I'm on your side.

-You k*lled my brother.

-I'm on your side, I swear.

I'm one of the good ones.

-Come here, Wazi.

[ Laughs ]

-You...

You k*lled my f*cking girl.

You k*lled everybody!

-Son, you have work to do.

You are Night Patrol now.

Act like it!

-You're right. You're right.



Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo!



[ Growls ]





[ Growling ]



[ Growling ]

[ Energy pulsing ]



[ Growls ]



-Oh, f*ck!

[ Vehicle alarm blaring ]

[ Panting ]

-Let's try this again.

I want to get you

medical attention,

but you need to

give me something.

-f*ck it.

Night Patrol

are the f*cking vampires.

They raided the Courts.

[ Grunts ]

Processing our blood

like it's --

like it's a f*cking factory.

[ Crunching ]

But you already knew that.

-Vampires in LAPD

long before I got here.

They're still cops.

-Yeah, and you one of them, huh?

-I ain't no f*cking vampire.

-So why the f*ck

you protecting 'em?

-Come with me.

Watch where you bleed.



Here's the thing, kid.

I don't give a sh*t

about Black or white.

It's about blue.

They're LAPD. I'm LAPD.

Your brother was LAPD.

And you will always be

the one on the other side

of that interrogation table.



-You straight

m*therf*cking evil.



Just gonna pin all this sh*t

on me, huh?

-No. I'm throwing you

to the wolves.



It should be unlocked...cuz.









-You spoiled everything for me.

Now you're going to watch me

crack each of your bones

one at a time

and suck the marrow.



-All you pig m*therf*ckers

are so weird.

But I am glad to see you.

You the one that turned

my father into a vampire,

ain't you?

-Your father?

I would never wash one of

your kind in the sacred blood.

-[ Grunts ]

-[ Screams ]



-b*tch-a*s pig! [ Spits ]

I ain't trippin' on nothin',

I ain't trippin' on nothin'

I be trippin' on m*rder

-I'm about to f*ck y'all up!

[ Grunts ]

-Thug life never die, n*gga,

thug life never die, n*gga

So bury me

a motherfuckin' G

And put my motherfuckin'

chopper by my side, n*gga

Yeah, and when you send

them shooters at a n*gga

Tell them p*ssy n*gg*s

look me in my eye, n*gga

'Cause when we comin' through,

we leavin' bodies on the news

Channel seven,

channel five, n*gga

Yeah, I'm a rider,

so I ride for my n*gg*s

I'm a rider, so I ride

for my n*gg*s, yeah

I'm a rider,

so I ride for my n*gg*s, yeah

Die for my, lie for my,

cry for my, shine for my

Grind for my n*gg*s, yeah

Thug life never die, n*gga

So what, you pussies

down to ride, n*gga?

So bury me a motherfuckin' G

And put my motherfuckin'

chopper by my side, n*gga

Yeah, and when you send

them shooters at a n*gga

Tell them p*ssy n*gg*s

look me in my eye, n*gga

'Cause when we comin' through,

we leavin' bodies on the news

Channel seven,

channel five, n*gga

Yeah, I'm a rider,

so I ride for my n*gg*s

I'm a rider

so I ride for my n*gg*s, yeah

I'm a rider, so I ride

for my n*gg*s, yeah

Die for my, lie for my,

cry for my, shine for my

Grind for my n*gg*s, yeah

Yeah, this how

you n*gg*s supposed to ride

Yeah, this how you

n*gg*s supposed to ride