Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

[Meech] Shit, as long as we
keep the yard manicured

and maintain foot traffic,
our stash gon' be good.

f*ck!

[upbeat music plays]

I love you.

I love you too.

[Monique] Lamar.

I don't know, it's something
different about you.

So I guess you want us
to fall back

while Old School
work his magic.

I gave you the info
to the food trucks

and the stash house.

I'll do what I have to do
to get their trust.

You been looking at me
like you a dog

and I'm a damn steak,
so no, we ain't f*cking.

Came to see
if you wanted some company.

I got a little extra for you
for your inconvenience.

You still need me
as much as I need you.

We can file a malpractice suit.

I want them to pay
for what they done to my son.

- You Big L?
-[Big L] I only work with you.

I don't work with your brother
or anyone else directly.

Not a problem at all.

-[g*nsh*t]
- f*ck!

[man screams]

Somebody hobbling around
southwest Detroit

with a f*cked-up limp
right now.

Old boy got us for everything.

We just lost
everything we f*ckin' had.

[funky music plays]

♪ ♪

[Older Meech] Everybody lie.
All the time.

'Bout big things,
little things.

Most of us learn
to do it at an early age.

Okay, sweetie.

So take this note
to your teacher,

and if she asks
why you were absent,

just tell her
you weren't feeling well, okay?

Yes, ma'am, but why can't I
just tell the truth--

that our lights got cut out?

Boy, just do what I said.

♪ ♪

[Charles]
You still doing homework?

- Yes, Daddy.
- Don't work too hard.

[soft giggling]

Hey, babe.
Does this look good on me?

Yeah.
Looks good on you, baby.

Hey.
[giggling]

[Older Meech] We don't do it
to hurt people.

We lie because we don't
wanna disappoint them,

because sometimes
the truth is too painful.

[siren wailing in distance]

[lawyer] Only hours after
being operated on,

you tried to leave
the hospital

against medical advice,
correct?

Objection to
"against medical advice."

Lacks foundation.

[lawyer] You told a nurse
that you wanted to go home,

and she told you that wasn't
a good idea, correct?

I don't remember, no.

[lawyer]
And then minutes later,

you tried to leave
the hospital, correct?

Objection: conclusory.

[lawyer] Your objection is
noted for the record.

You can still answer
the question.

Answer only if you know

that you were trying
to leave the hospital.

I was trying
to find my brother.

[lawyer] And as you were trying
to leave, you passed out,

and your smashed your head on
the floor, isn't that correct?

Answer only
what you know happened

and not what
other people told you.

I don't remember.

Would you please take a look
at these photographs

labeled defense exhibits
five and six?

Do these photos show you
and your brother

getting out
of a Mercedes-Benz 190?

[Karen] Objection: relevance.

[lawyer] This is a deposition.
There's no judge here.

All of your objections
are on the record.

Unless you want to suspend this
and wait for a ruling.

- You can answer that.
- Yes.

In exhibits three and four,
do they show you

and your brother wearing
fur coats and Rolex watches?

[soft dramatic music plays]

What does your father do
for a living?

[Terry] He works
at the Cadillac factory

and the hospital.

[lawyer] And your mother?

She works at Wendy's.

[lawyer] And yet
these photographs show

you and your brother
getting out of a $30,000 car.

Isn't it true that you
and your brother

are both selling crack cocaine?

Objection: how he was shot
isn't relevant

to whether your client
acted negligently

by screwing up his surgery.

Maybe not.

But it appears
that your client is engaged

in one of the most
violent professions imaginable,

so we are entitled to examine

whether or not any
potentially violent activity

that he engaged in after he
was released from the hospital

may have contributed
to his injury.

You know what?
Now we will suspend.

Let's go.

♪ ♪

-[buzzer]
-[click]

[background chatter]

[Pat] Be thorough.

m*therf*cker's always
on some slick shit.

He's straight.

[Pat] And he better
be flush too,

or his ass ain't
walkin' outta here.

- Don't trip. It's all there.
- Get this n*gga his re-up.

Actually,
I won't be needing it.

What you talking about?

[Meech] You taught me and Tee
everything we know

about the game,

and I'll forever be thankful
to you for that.

But maybe it's just time
we go our separate ways, man.

Oh, so y'all n*gg*s done
found a new plug, huh,

didn't you?

That don't mean shit.
I still own your rights.

Pat, you said it yourself.
I'm dead to you.

m*therf*cker, I been
wipin' your ass for years.

Ever since you wasn't shit
but a speck of dust on the 75.

So I ain't letting you s*ab me
in my back, n*gga,

until I'm made whole
on my investment.

Pat, you been shortchanging us
this whole time, man.

Payin' cents on the dollar
for the 30 grand a day

we been moving for you
for years!

And on top of that, you k*lled
Rock and threatened me.

Lessons, Meech.

You know what the first lesson
is you ever taught me?

Never get high
off your own supply.

What you saying, m*therf*cker?

Pat, you like a father--
[grunts]

Shut the f*ck up.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

I'm just trying to stand
on my own, man.

After everything
we been through?

It don't gotta be like this.

This ain't no friendly push
out the nest, n*gga.

You excommunicated.
You banished.

You stay
in your m*therf*cking lane,

or I swear to God, n*gga,
I'll wax your little ass.

- Pat.
- Get the f*ck out of my shop.

[distant indistinct chatter]

-[Zoe] Daddy, you're here.
- There she go.

Don't you know
it's rude to wake somebody up

without making breakfast?

- Um, I can make something.
-[Lamar] All right.

How about some, uh,
s-some pancakes?

Okay.

Um, can you pick me up
from school today?

It's up to your mom.

We'll see.

Okay.
I will be back with pancakes.

You don't trust me
pickin' her up?

[Monique] No, it's not that
I don't trust you.

It's just that ever since
I've known your ass,

you ain't never been on time.

You right, time is not
my greatest quality.

But I wanna be a good dad.
That means be more responsible.

So I promise to pick
our daughter up on time.

Scout's honor.

That ain't no damn Scout sign.

[Lamar] Nah?

All right.

I'm gonna give you this chance.

But do not f*ck this up.

I promise, I got you.
Don't trip.

[dishes clattering]

Oh, that was a bright idea

to have a 12-year-old
cook some pancakes.

I know. I know.

I was just trying to buy us
some more time, though.

Lamar.

Come on, tell me
this don't feel right.

- Let me go lock this door.
- All right.

[door clicks]

[Terry] Yeah, I don't know
if I should just keep running

or accept this f*cking money.

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

[Meech] n*gga, don't do
no m*therf*cking running.

You better take
whatever they offer you

so we can put
this lawsuit shit behind us.

[Terry] And just let them
off the hook?

Get the f*ck outta here.

[Meech] Whatchu looking for,
Tee?

Mo' money? Huh?

Meech, I can barely see
out of my f*cking eye.

You damn skippy I want more.

Matter of fact,
more importantly,

I want justice, n*gga.

That's what the f*ck I want,
especially when I'm gon' be

like this for the rest
of my f*cking life.

- I get that.
- Do you, n*gga?

I get it.

- You do?
- Yeah, I do.

But if you keep pushing,
you gon' put our whole shit

under a microscope, n*gga.

Yeah, you didn't think
about that.

[sighs]
Yo, since Pat cut our water off

and this ugly m*therf*cker
stole all our shit,

how the f*ck
we gon' get in with Big L?

[Meech] How much you holding?

Not a hell of a lot
at the moment.

Shit, then we gon' have
to stutter-step.

Until what?

Yo, I only got
one shot with Big L.

f*ck you mean you got one shot?

I mean we, n*gga.
Motherfu--damn.

W-we! Damn.

And we can't let shit
fall apart.

Not now.

We need to go get
our shit back from Lamar.

I don't know how.

[traffic sounds]

Everybody got weaknesses, Tee.

Even that crazy m*therf*cker.

And I think I might know
what one is, too.

But you ain't gon' like it.

I'm not even sure
if I am either.

[Terry] Man, I ain't trying
to hear this shit.

I'm out.

[school bell ringing]

[overlapping shouting,
laughing]

[breathy, excited laugh]
Eeeeh!

Hey, Zoe. Hey.

- Uh...
- Hey.

I thought my daddy
was picking me up.

Oh, he got tied up, so your
momma told me to come get you.

You had a good day at school?

- Yes!
- Oh, that's good, that's good.

[Zoe] Thanks for the new shoes,
Uncle Meech.

[Meech] Oh, you like 'em?

- Yes.
- I got 'em 'specially for you.

What happened to your nice car?

Oh, it's in the shop
right now gettin' fixed.

But are you up
for some burgers and fries?

All right, now strap
your seatbelt on,

'cause we 'bout to go
on an adventure.

[funky music plays]

[Older Meech] If a lie
is big enough,

you have to cover it up.

And that's when
the problem starts.

'Cause you have to keep
lying over and over again

to conceal your secret.

♪ ♪

[Charlie] ♪ I got everything
On the line ♪

♪ I'm out here
I'm on the grind ♪

♪ Trying to get mine ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ A n*gga move the weight ♪

♪ Trying to get the cake ♪

♪ I'm in and out of state ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many n*gg*s fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪

♪ It go gram after gram ♪

♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many n*gg*s fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

[50 Cent]
♪ D's ain't that good ♪

♪ These n*gg*s is ratting ♪

♪ They tell them
What's going on ♪

♪ That's how they know
What's happening ♪

♪ I'm riding
With the top down ♪

♪ Trunk full of yola ♪

♪ Ghetto pharmaceutical ♪

♪ I move that Coca-Cola ♪

♪ Thousand grams of pure ♪

♪ Though I f*ck
With the weirdos ♪

♪ They snort away the pain ♪

♪ Bang their dope
In their vein ♪

♪ Shorty crying
Christmas ain't coming ♪

♪ Her pop's locked up ♪

♪ When it hurts the worst ♪

♪ Your ace find out
She knocked up ♪

♪ Welfare ain't an option ♪

♪ When the Feds
Come knocking ♪

♪ It's all f*cked up
So wish me luck ♪

[Charlie] ♪ At least
You could wish me luck ♪

♪ A n*gga move the weight ♪

♪ Trying to get the cake ♪

♪ I'm in and out of state ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many n*gg*s fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ I don't go hand to hand ♪

♪ It go gram after gram ♪

♪ Yeah, holla at me, man ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Too many n*gg*s fake ♪

♪ It's hard to tell a snake ♪

♪ One more flip
And I'm straight ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Wish me luck ♪

♪ At least you could
Wish me luck ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, wish me luck ♪

♪ Wish me luck ♪

♪ All you got to do
Is wish me luck, yeah ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey. You good?
-[student] Hmm?

[sniffs]
You- you know Zoe? You seen her?

Um, I think her dad
picked her up already.

[mom] Sarah, let's go.

[Sockie] Hey, remember me?

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

We got Zoe.
Even exchange.

The stash you stole
for your daughter.

[Lamar] You crazy, n*gga?
You f*cking crazy, n*gga?

Go ahead, n*gga.
Go ahead, f*ck me up. Do it.

And you'll never see
your daughter again.

[Lamar breathing hard]

Same thing if you try
to make moves against us

or call the popo.

b*tch-ass n*gga.

♪ ♪

[panting]

Hey, man, get everybody ass
right now, n*gga.

Now! Now!

Coney's got
the best fries, right?

I like Mickey D's,
but these are good too.

Thanks, Uncle Meech.

[hip-hop music playing]

Hey, you know I don't
live far from here, right?

Oh, I know, but your mom
got really busy,

so I got you for the whole
[singsong] afternoon.

She didn't tell me
anything about this.

And plus, my dad
was supposed to pick me up.

[singer] ♪ They said you were
With some other guy ♪

Hey, I thought it'd be fun
to introduce you

to a friend of mine.

Look, I know you'll like her.

She's got plenty of toys
and games.

I guess.

We'll go for ice cream
right after, okay?

You can have as much
as you want.

Look, I won't even
tell your mom

[singsong] if you won't.

A rocky road sundae
with extra marshmallows?

Extra, extra marshmallows.

♪ ♪

[engine turns]

[engine revs]

[tires squeal]

I don't care about appearances.

I'm talking about
what actually happened.

That offer's
completely unacceptable.

Your client was negligent
and responsible

for hampering
my client's vision.

Terry.

I'ma ask you
this question one time,

and I expect you
to tell me the truth.

Are you dealing dr*gs
with your brother?

-[sighs] Nah.
- Look me straight in the eye.

[Karen] I think
you can do better.

Ma, I'm not dealing dr*gs
with Meech.

I'm not!

- All right. All right.
-[Karen] Fine.

Let me talk to my client,
and I'll get back to you.

The hospital's making an offer
for $25,000.

- That's all?
-[Charles] Hold on.

What the hell you mean?
That's a lot of doggone money.

Not for our son's vision.

If we accept it, is that it?

I mean, could we get more
if Terry's vision gets worse?

No.

You'd be signing away
all other claims.

Well, what you think
we should do?

They're gonna make a big deal
out of the fact

that Terry tried to leave
the hospital and fell.

- And the photos--
- Terry is not dealing dr*gs.

Even if that's true,
if you don't take the money

and we go to trial,

it'll be about
what a jury believes.

If they think Terry's
partially to blame,

they could give him
less than 25,000,

or nothing at all.

We have three days to decide.

[soft dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[soft R&B music playing]

Wanna run it back?

[laughs]

You're so much cuter
with your mouth closed.

Yo, what's up with you?

First, you would never look
in my vicinity.

Now you show up and f*ck me
like a damn old-school porno.

[laughs]
You're stupid.

Nah, for real.
What's up with that?

♪ ♪

You find $100,

you stare around
wondering where it came from,

or you pick it up
and you count your blessings?

I'ma count my blessings, baby.
[small laugh]

- Okay.
-[pager beeps]

Wait.

Who the hell is paging me
from a 900 code?

That's Meech.

Shit.

Hey. It's Kato.

No, but I'll be there
in a halfie.

Meech says he wants
to meet me at my place.

- For what?
- Hell if I know.

But he said it's important,
and don't be late.

♪ ♪

I want you to find
where Meech and Terry

lay their f*cking heads.

A'ight, find their momma,
their daddy, their sister,

they drunk-ass uncle,
they big titty auntie,

n*gga, I don't give a f*ck!

[Tiny] You knew
this would blow back

when you snatched they stash.

Pulling n*gg*s off the street

take money
out our pockets, man.

I don't give a shit
about no money, n*gga.

They snatched my daughter.

Aren't you the one

that said our new mandate
was business first?

I mean, no disrespect.

I'm just tryin' to think
of the bigger picture.

A'ight. You good.

We good, n*gga.

And, you know,
you- you can bounce, n*gga.

Matter of fact, all y'all can.
A'ight?

W-we good. We good, n*gga.

No doubt.

- Thank you for the reminder.
- Anytime.

- A'ight.
- Yeah. Anytime.

[dramatic music plays]

[Slick]
Back y'all scary asses up.

Y'all ain't finna do shit.

-[person] Man.
- Dude.

Now, I don't pay you to think
about the big picture, n*gga.

Matter of fact, I don't
pay you to think at all.

Lamar. Come on, man.

We need
all the soldiers we got, G.

[Tiny wheezing]

♪ ♪

Y'all get the f*ck on.

And y'all better find me
them light-skinned n*gg*s!

[crew muttering]

[dog barks distantly]

[siren wailing]

-[Mars] Bryant.
- Can I at least finish my tea?

Interview room one.

Lopez found a witness
on our MIA.

Get in there.

- Let him handle it.
- It's not a request.

I'll be in observation.

[phones ringing]

How tall? 5'10"?

- No, he was 6'2".
- That's very specific.

I'm estimating to the car,
which was 52 inches,

assuming standard wheels,
which it had.

[Lopez] You like numbers,
huh, Mr. May?

[May] Oh, very much.
I see them, you know?

I see them
when I think of them,

in relation to one another.

I'm told that
not everybody does that.

I, for one,
sure the hell don't.

Do you?

No.

What else do you remember
about the man?

Well, it was dark out.
He was brown-skinned.

More like peanut butter
than milk chocolate.

And he was 28 inches
across here.

[Lopez] And you saw that person
force someone into a sedan.

It was a Ford LTD.

[Lopez] Let me guess:
you know cars, too.

[May] It was a '79, '80,

with the full row
of taillights.

Won't help you much
in Detroit.

Probably a few thousand or two

floating around in the city
as we speak.

I know a few myself.

You mind if we show you
some pictures?

- Of cars?
-[Lopez] People.

[May] Oh. Okay.

[Lopez] Are any of these men
the person you saw?

[suspenseful music plays]

No. He's not there.
I am certain.

- Are you sure?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay. Thanks for coming.

If uh, you remember
anything else, Mr. May,

please don't hesitate
to contact us.

♪ ♪

[Charles] Worried about this
doggone settlement.

[Lucille] Don't be.
Terry's not settling.

Since when you start making
decisions like that without me?

Since you moved out.

You know, that's a lot
of money they talking about.

Enough to put Terry
through school

and to get him out from under
his brother's thumb.

Don't start all of that.

You saw the same pictures
I did,

and you can't possibly believe
he's an innocent child

who borrowed all that stuff
from his brother.

I believe my son.

And you believe him
when he said Lawanda's uncle

bought that Mercedes too?

That hospital is trying
to get off scot-free.


in the park.

That is chump change
for what they did to our son.

And he'll probably be scarred
for the rest of his life.

And now they trying to tear
down his reputation too?

No. Their butts are gonna pay.

Lucille, if you push too hard--

You've made your point, okay?

What's that supposed to mean?

You don't live here anymore,
remember?

[solemn music plays]

♪ ♪

[hip-hop music playing]

-[Kato] We can't keep her here.
- Why? You got other plans?

No, I don't f*ck
with kids, Meech.

Which is why I ain't got none.

The only damn toy
I got lying around here

is my m*therf*cking dildo.

All you gotta do is keep
her entertained. That's it.

And what if she wanna
call her mom?

Man, I took care
of that already.

Man.

Yeah, look, we not gonna
hurt this little girl.

All we gotta do is just
hold her, just for a bit.

That's it.

[exhales] Yo, Tee,
you on board with this?

Wait, hold on,
I know you not questioning us.

You a f*cking foot soldier.
Remember that.

[phone rings]

- Hello.
-[Lamar] Hey, Kato.

Hold up.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

What's up?

Meech and them snatched
my f*cking daughter.

You heard anything?

Nothing.
They ain't told me shit.

Well, I'ma need you to stick

your f*cking nose around
and sniff.

[Kato] I can't start asking
about shit

I'm not supposed
to have my nose in.

Somebody over there?

Nah, that's my damn TV.

A'ight, well, if you hear
anything or get a bead

on Meech, I'ma need you
to beep me right away.

Ha. Hey, tell cuzzo
I can't wait to see him.

[tense music plays]

[TV continues in background]

Where'd they go?

They left.

Yo, this was a bad idea, Meech.

Lamar's gonna snap
the f*ck out.

Good. Then he see
he don't got no play

and give us our shit back.

m*therf*cker,
we just put a bounty

on both our kids' heads.

And not to mention the rest
of our f*cking family.

Lamar don't know where we live.

Even if he does, he gon' run up
on them hitters I hired.

For how long, Meech?

And even if we do
get our shit back,

it ain't like
this loopy n*gga's

just gonna go poof
and f*cking disappear.

Man, quit pump-faking, Tee.

It was this or k*lling
that m*therf*cker.

Man, f*ck, that ain't
the worst idea I heard.

n*gga, what?
Who gon' do it, huh?

n*gga, Bryant's already on
my nuts for this Jay-Mo shit.

B-Mickie's the reason
we in this shit.

And no disrespect, your ass
barely held it together

burying Rock.

So now you telling me
you ready to put a g*n

to this crazy m*therf*cker's
head and blow his brains out?

[sucks teeth]
Tch. Man, stop it.

Yeah, but what if shit
go sideways? Huh?

Then I got a plan to cover
both our asses just in case.

Oh.

All we gotta do
is stick together, man.

Womb to the tomb, n*gga.

Psshh. Yeah.
Womb to the tomb.

[dog barks in distance]

[Monique] Lamar!

Are you back here--

you ain't hear me calling you?

Yo, I was just, uh...

Where's Zoe?

I've been paging you.
You supposed to've been home.

She in there

- asleep or something?
-[breathing hard]

Zoe, come on. Let's go.
Mommy's--move!

- Somebody took Zoe.
- n*gga, don't play with me.

What the f*ck you mean,
somebody took Zoe?

- Look, I need you to calm down.
- I'm about to call the police!

You can't do that.

- Why the hell I can't?
-'Cause Meech took Zoe!

Meech got Zoe?

Why the f*ck
would he do something--

This got something to do with
y'all street shit, don't it?

I knew I shouldn't have
trust your ass!

I knew I shouldn't
have f*cking trust you!

- Mo, calm down.
- Let me the f*ck go!

- Please, Mo.
- Let me go!

Look, I p-promise you, I
promise you I'ma get Zoe back.

All right? Please.

Look, I just need you
to tell me where Meech lives.

♪ ♪

- Somewhere in Southwest.
- What, y--

You ain't never been
to their house before?

f*ckin' lived with his parents.

[Slick] Hey, yo, 'Mar, man.

[heavy breathing]

Hey.
We can't find them n*gg*s, dog.

A'ight, I done searched
all through Ecorse,

all through Rouge.

Went through every gas station,
church, school.

Nobody knows where Terry
and Meech live at, dog.

That's 'cause they stay
in a hole.

A'ight, I want you to posse up

and go search every single
f*cking street out there!

Me, n*gga?

- You straight, Mo?
- We good, n*gga. We good.

[breathing hard]

We just need
to find our daughter.

You want me to find her.

I'm hopping around
like a f*cking kangaroo.

♪ ♪

[Lopez] Which Coney Island
did you hit?

Lafayette.

I'm an American guy myself.

That explains things.

[Lopez] Autopsy report confirms
Jay-Mo died

of a single g*nsh*t
to the head.

Sounds about right.

Anything in there
we didn't know?

He's got two pierced ears.

You know, I never understood
why dudes wear earrings.

You know, it seem like
some b*tch shit,

like high heels, you know?

You know men were actually
the first people in history

to wear earrings?

And there's little
documentation

about how it became
a female expression.

Okay.

Something you trying
to tell me?

Just that we only recovered
a single diamond stud.

So it's probably at the bottom
of the river somewhere.

Probably.

Just something
to keep our eyes on.

♪ ♪

[pounding at door]

[TV in background]

[whispers] Shit.

- What the f*ck you hear?
- Not a damn thing.

Where the f*ck is she?

Yo, I don't have your daughter.

[chatter on TV]

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

Who the f*ck
was watching cartoons?

Me. I f*cking love Bugs Bunny.

Kato, I swear to God.

Lamar, you know I wouldn't
hide your daughter from you.

Kato, on your life...

[breathing hard]

Lamar!

♪ ♪

- Meech, can I go home now?
-[pager beeps]

I have homework to do.

Okay, your mom just went to
the grocery store really quick,

but how about some ice cream
[singsong] on the way?

- I guess.
- Come on.

Rocky road
with extra marshmallows, right?

Okay.

So you telling me
you ain't seen Meech nowhere?

No. B-Mick hit me earlier,
told me to go home.

Why the f*ck they want you
to stay home?

I don't know.
They didn't say why.

All right.

All right, man, where
in Southwest do they live?

[Kato] I don't know, Lamar.
I don't know.

Hey. Hey.

So we gon' go after
they people or what, huh?

Huh?

I'm sendin' his people
back to him in pieces.

You sure he's not
gon' hurt Zoe?

I don't know.

♪ ♪

[engine revving]

[phone rings]

Yo.

[Lamar] This the dead man
that's got my daughter?

- Is that my mom?
- No, it's not your mommy.

Just make a donation.
I'll deliver a doll.

Look, m*therf*cker,

you just signed yourself
a death warrant.

Hey, well, that's a risk
I'm willin' to take.

[Lamar] n*gga,
I ain't gon' give you

shit back, a'ight?

So you do what the f*ck
you wanna do.

[phone dialing]

- Hey yo, Tee, we straight?
-[Terry] Straighter than 6:00.

All right, bet.

Uncle Meech, we going
to get ice cream, right?

Yep. And then one more stop
[singsong] before we go home.

[engine revving]

[brakes squeal]

[tools whirring]

[man] Might have to move
a few things around.

Yeah, man, we gon' take
a few hours, bro...

♪ ♪

Come on with it.
Come on with it.

Come on, come on.

[g*nsh*t]

Surprise, m*therf*cker!
You know what it is, n*gga.


Shut the f*ck up, n*gga.

- You know what it is.
-[hip-hop plays on radio]

You know
what the f*ck it was, n*gga.

[all talking at once]

[rapper]
♪ The tune'll get rougher ♪

♪ When you start to stutter ♪

♪ That's when you had
Enough of ♪

♪ Biting
It'll make you choke ♪

♪ You can't provoke
You can't cope ♪

♪ You should've broke
Because I ain't no joke ♪

[Sockie] Get your b*tch ass
in the trunk, n*gga!

We not f*cking playing!

Shut up.
f*ck's wrong with you, n*gga?

Ah, shit!

[person]
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

[indistinct shouting]

[laughs]
You see that shit?

[both talking at once]



That n*gga was scared as shit.

[rapper]
♪ 'Cause you're expressing ♪

♪ The rhyme that I'm styling ♪

♪ This is what we all
Sit down to write ♪

♪ You can't make it
So you take it home ♪

[Slick] f*ck y'all.

I already told you Tom
and Jerry-looking m*therf*ckers

I don't know shit
about no robbery.

b*tch, we know
you was f*cking there.

Our homeboy
shot you in your leg.

f*ck you,
you skinny m*therf*cker.

- Ohh--
-[Terry] Chill! Chill.

Let me handle this, B.

[hoarsely]
Oh, I'ma f*cking k*ll you.

All you gotta do is just
tell us where our shit is,

and I'ma cut you loose,
straight up, no bullshit.

Straight up...
I ain't tellin' you

or this malnourished-looking
m*therf*cker shit!

n*gga, didn't I say
I got this?

I got this!

Damn, B!

Be a good boy, b*tch.

[Terry]
Shut the f*ck up, n*gga.

Now, just do us both
a f*cking favor

and just tell me
where our shit is,

before my boy
loses his shit again.

This is what I can
tell you, n*gga.

All right?
[panting]

Your eye is really
f*cking misleading, my n*gga.

I don't know
what's going on over here.

And second, homie,
Lamar's gonna bring

your ugly-ass baby to you
back in f*cking pieces.

f*ck you, n*gga.

f*ck!

[chair clatters]

[Slick] All right,
this is what I'ma tell you.

[labored breathing]

Hey, my b*tch
hit harder than you.

[laughs]

And look, homie,
you gon' wish the sh**t

would have blew
your f*cking brains out...

[Terry] You gon' wish you never

- said that.
-[Slick] You lopsided--ohh!

[Terry] Fucker!
f*ck you.

f*ck!

f*ck his shit, Terry.

f*ck you, n*gga.


-[whispers] Oh, shit.
-[Lopez] Bryant.

[soft dramatic music plays]

What are you doing?

Uh, can't seem to find
my house keys.

Want me to chip in and help?

No, no, no, I'm good.

All right.
I'll see you tomorrow.

All right.

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

[Meech] The f*ck?

Hey, yo, we tried everything.
This n*gga ain't talkin'.

Man, do I gotta
f*ckin' do everything?

Untie this n*gga
and clean y'all self up, man.

Untie this n*gga, man!

[click]

That's you?

Yeah, you a old head
who tougher than most.

I see that.

Lotta n*gg*s woulda
folded by now.

Not you.

Cut the good cop,
bad cop shit, n*gga.

We ain't f*cking friends.

Now, see, that let me know

you don't give a f*ck
about yourself.

Get your ass up.
Let me show you something.

Get the f*ck up, n*gga!
I ain't stutter.

- Come on, n*gga.
-[Slick exhales]

You see, I know
you more scared of Lamar

than anything
I could ever do to you.

I'ma show you something.

You see her?

[Slick] Yo, what the f*ck?

n*gga, you ain't
a f*cking k*ller.

Nah, but I'm desperate as f*ck.

So you got a choice.

Tell me where the f*ck
my dope at

and I give her back
safely to Lamar.

You get to be the hero, n*gga.

But if not,
I'ma cut her f*cking head off,

and I'ma mail it back
to that n*gga Lamar

with a note in that b*tch
that say you had a chance

to save his daughter
and you f*cking failed.

I'm f*cked either way.

Which one you think
Lamar care more about?

A stash he stole
or his f*cking daughter?

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[whispers] f*ck.


and Harper Ave, n*gga.

What?


and Harper Ave, n*gga.

The stash is in the kitchen,
underneath the floorboards.

Now, you know
what's gonna happen

if I find out you lying, right?

Listen, I'm telling your
happy ass the f*ckin' truth.

Now gimme Zoe so we can
get the f*ck outta here.

Hey, get this dirty-ass n*gga
some clothes, man.

The f*ck?

[sighs]

[Meech] Hey.

Probably been hearing
some foul things about me,

but I want you to know
that none of it's true.

I love you and Zoe very much.

Today made me realize
you were right.

Our family's a hell of a unit.

I really hope that we can
get that back someday.

[answering machine beeps]

[yelling]

[sobbing]

[soft dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

Daddy!

♪ ♪

Hey.

All right,
we're gonna get you home.

Your mom's waiting. All right?

[Slick] I got that address
on the Flenorys.

[sighs]

[sighs] All right, Terry Jr.
finally went down.

Fingers crossed.

That's really good.

You want to tell me
what happened?

[sighs] My mom wants me
to keep fighting

and Pops and Meech want me
to just take the deal.

Terry, what do you want to do?

I really don't know.

I mean, what they offering,

me and Meech make that shit
in a day.

What?

I'm just sayin'
it wouldn't be a bad idea

to have some money of your own.

Of my own? What you mean?

Look, I don't know...

if doing everything with Meech
is best for you.

Or us.

[baby crying]

Shit.

♪ ♪

[knock at door]

Zoe!

Is everything okay, Momma?

I had fun with Uncle Meech.

I'm glad, honey.
Let's get you in for a bath.

Look, Mo, I'm so sor--

You ain't got shit
to say to me.

Look, you know this was
not my fault, right?

f*ck you. f*ck you and Meech.

You m*therf*ckers lie
more than you breathe.

Stay the hell away
from my f*cking house.

Mo. Mo!

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[small laugh]

Okay.

[Pat] Before the Jheri curl,

Tommy Hearns
used to come in here

with all the Kronk fighters
and get lined up.

[Bryant] I ain't here
for a trip down memory lane.

You said you had
some information for me,

which is kind of weird,

'cause I never took you
for a rat.

[Pat laughs]

That's funny,
coming from a crooked-ass cop.

The hell you want from me, Pat?

I know you ain't call me
down here

to sh**t no pool
or shave me up.

If I give you some info

and a nice little chunk
of change,

you'll work for me?

I'm a cop. I work for Ecorse.

Your paycheck might say that,

but you work
for Demetrius Flenory.

Look here, I don't know where
you gettin' this information,

but you might wanna
check your sources.

You know, pretenders like Meech
only become holy rollers

with assistance
from people like you.

Well, last I heard,
you was bankrolling him.

So what happened?
He break your heart?

Did he step out
with somebody else?

Stop playin'
like this m*therf*cker

ain't our mutual problem.

What I'm offerin' you
is beneficial to us both.

And you gon' get
a bigger slice of the pie

than whatever the f*ck
Meech was giving.

So let me get this right.

You call me down here
thinking I would what?

Like I would agree
to be your b*tch?

- Your bag man?
- Nah, nah, nah, nah, Detective.

I just thought,
with your experience,

that, you know,
you could see the whole board.

Now I see that you
just as backwards

as all the other people
in this damn town.

You n*gg*s from New York,

you always act
like your shit don't stink.

I ain't gon' go that far,

but we definitely slicker
than you m*therf*ckers.

For sure.

My daddy had a saying:
Detroit ain't about open hands.

We about closed fists.

Anybody who think otherwise
will get knocked the f*ck out.

- That's cute.
- Yeah, it is.

But for you,
it's a premonition.

See, you a dinosaur, Pat.

And I'm the n*gga
gon' make you extinct.

Trust me when I say it.

Our next meeting
won't be this peaceful.

[dramatic jazz music plays]

♪ ♪

[door bells jingle]

♪ ♪

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

These shoes better be
as shiny as you say.

Makin' me drive
all the way to Northland.

- A-1 since day one, n*gga.
- Mm-hmm.

Go ahead,
check it out yourself.

Shit.

If it's like that,
I might know some cats

outside the hood
who might wanna holla.

The more the merrier.

Why you doing this,
though, Tiny?

Man, you Ecorse n*gga for life.
What's up?

Right.

But you see,
I'm a businessman first.

Ain't got shit to do
with no streets

or loyalty or no colors.

Dig it? Just get the money.

[singer] ♪ Ready, one
Two, three, four ♪

[Cybotron's "Clear" playing]

[Terry]
Hey, yo, I'm glad you put

that Cybotron shit
on my mixtape, dog.

Come on, dog,
you know I got you.

I'm about to put some ice
in this

so I ain't all sloppy at work.

Hey, hit me
with some more Kool-Aid.

-[Roland] Mm.
- A'ight, thanks.

♪ ♪

[engine revving]

[soul music plays from car]

♪ ♪

-[Meech] Rollie left already?
- Nah. Where you coming from?

[Meech] Grinding, n*gga.
And I got the money for Big L.

We ready, all right?

So fill me in
with everything I need to know

about Big L
before we go meet her.

You not coming, Meech.

Big L just wanna do
business with me.

Man, get the f*ck
outta here, man.

She square business.
She think you too flashy.

Flashy?
She think I'm too flashy?

Man, what type of lame-ass shit
is that?

Dog, look at you.

Look at what the f*ck
you wearing right now.

All right, f*ck it, then.
we'll find somebody else.

No, the hell we won't.

Look, people ain't gotta
like us both for us to win.

Look, we brothers.

At the end of the day,

we always gonna
hold each other down,

no matter what.

Just fall back.

Let me run point,
same way you ran shit with Pat.

A'ight?

Yo, where this n*gga Tee going?

[Meech] He going back
to the crib.

Let me ask you something,
though.

Think I'm too flashy?

[scoffs]

n*gga, I been staying
across the street from y'all

way too long to get caught up
in you and Tee's bullshit.

Here, drink.

Flashy.
m*therf*cker think I'm flashy.

f*ck.

What he say he wanted
to talk about?

Just called, said he remembered
something else

about the guy that he saw
put Jay-Mo in a car.

You sure this witness
is even reliable, man?

[neighbor] Hey.
Mr. May ain't there.

He left yesterday
with some boxes and suitcases.

Looked like he gon' be gone
for a while.

Come on, girl.

Shit.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[Bryant] You take care of it?

Yeah, I took care
of that shit, man.

Why you still stressing?

'Cause the witness saw
the person who snatched Jay-Mo,

and you ain't been answering
your f*cking pages.

[Meech] Man, I ain't
at your beck and call.

Look, all you need to know
is, it's done.

He probably halfway
back to Cali by now.

There's only one more thing.

This here? Also done.

[rapper] ♪ Let me lay the path
To destruction ♪

♪ Followed by construction ♪

♪ Rebuild your life
With my instruction ♪

[rap music playing]

♪ ♪

♪ Keep it on, follow my lead ♪

♪ You wanna flow
Microphone masters ♪

♪ The macaroni zone,
They sippin' they swallowin' ♪

♪ You on the right path
Keep following ♪

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

[door opens]

[Meech] Ooh, yeah,
that's what I like to see.

[Terry]
How the hell you get in here?

Spare key's still out back.

But you know,
since they asleep,

I had to come see
for myself, baby.

[Older Meech] Like I said,

the lies we tell each other
are f*cked up.

So are the lies we tell
to cover that shit.

This is our token to
independence right here, baby.

We did it, Tee.

Man, what the f*ck
is wrong with you?

Yo, this shit don't ever
get old to you, man?

Hell nah.

Making money
rejuvenates my ass.

[Terry] I'm talking
about everything, Meech.

Me getting shot, Jay-Mo, Rock,

and now we kidnapping
little girls

and going to w*r with Lamar?

n*gga, that's not our fault.

All right, and we ain't do shit
to Jay-Mo and Rock.

Man, that was all Pat
and B-Mickie.

That's bullshit, Meech.
People are dead because of us.

And yeah, we didn't pull
the f*cking trigger,

but we may as well have.

[soft dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Older Meech]
But the worst lies

are the ones we tell ourself.