[tense ethereal music plays]
[Man] Where do you want to go, boy?
[Man #2] Wherever you want to take me, Pop.
I'm about to take you for a ride.
-Oh yeah? -Are you still filming me?
No.
Okay, you want something to film?
Give me something good, come on.
Okay, I'm gonna give you something good.
God damn, I sure look good in a Cadillac.
[laughing]
I'm gonna be drowning in so much pussy driving this beast.
I'ma have to build me an ark.
What you laughing at?
-Don't laugh in my face. -I'm laughing at you, old man.
[laughing]
Give me that, give me that.
Shouldn't've bought you this shit anyway.
Now what you got to say?
That you lucky you my pops.
Otherwise you would of caught these hands.
You already know.
Oh well you the best, you the best, junior.
You know why I named you John Henry?
When you was born, no more than a few minutes
out your momma.
God rest her soul.
Doctor put you in my arms
and your brand new little hand squeezed my finger so hard,
I thought it was gonna snap off.
That day, I said,
"My boy's strong.
My boy's John Henry.
What you gonna do with all that strength, John?"
This motherfucker, this motherfucker.
Mr. Bark.
Woof to this.
This motherfucker, this motherfucking wolf,
this motherfucking bark.
[mumbling]
[cheers]
You about to get your ass busted in some spades.
Let's go, man.
[Man #1] Let's go, John.
[Man #2] Quintan Tara-negro.
[Man #1] Watch this, I'm about to fuck these niggas up.
This, nigga.
-Let's go. -This nigga.
-Let's go. -Your hands can be nice
all day, nigga, but if I got heat on you
what you gonna do?
[man #3] I second that.
Cause I keep, too.
[Man #1] Got one of these.
Let me see what you look like holding one.
[man #4] Get nice with them hands.
[Man #2] Just make sure, man,
when you pick up one of them, man,
you willing to pull that motherfucking trigger.
[Man #4] Don't play with it, Nigga.
♪ John Henry ♪
♪ He could hammer ♪
♪ He could whistle ♪
♪ He could sing ♪
♪ He went to the mountain ♪
♪ Early in the morning ♪
♪ Just to hear his hammer ring, Lord ♪
♪ Just to hear his hammer ring ♪
♪ Lord ♪
♪ When John Henry was a little baby ♪
♪ Sitting on his daddy's knee ♪
♪ He picked up a hammer ♪
♪ Little piece of steel ♪
♪ Said hammer be the death of me, Lord ♪
♪ Said hammer be the death of me ♪
♪ Said hammer be the death of me, Lord ♪
-[tires screeching] -[dog whimpers]
[soft tense jazz music plays]
Look at this shit man, shit.
Hell gonna burn my ass for this, man.
Fuck!
[soft tense music]
Hey you gonna do something about this dent, old man.
I'm talking about immediately.
This disrespectful motherfucker ain't hear me?
Okay.
[gun cocks]
Oh now you see me?
Yeah, that's what the fuck I thought.
Now what you gonna do, old man?
What the fuck you gonna do?
[tense triumphant Western music plays]
[soft upbeat drum music]
♪ What's the procedure ♪
♪ When niggas only four blocks down ♪
♪ Pull up with heaters ♪
♪ You really appreciate the time ♪
♪ Your old head schooled ya ♪
♪ To the jealous nigga on Maple ♪
♪ Who ganked the Fuja ♪
♪ The game is just as the ground ♪
♪ That you fall on ♪
♪ Shake your little bones ♪
♪ Scuff your hair, Put a towel on ♪
♪ Bloods and Crips ♪
♪ This shit will have you spooked ♪
♪ To come out near sundown ♪
♪ And that's only one town ♪
♪ You ever been runned down ♪
♪ And watch your buddy get gunned down ♪
♪ Then the gun is on you ♪
♪ Wow, the hood ain't no fun now ♪
♪ Cause 14 year olds ♪
♪ Going to 14 year old funerals ♪
♪ Hit the alley later to pour some liquor ♪
♪ Shit smell like a urinal ♪
♪ And you regret that you didn't get killed, too ♪
♪ To escape this fucking ghetto they built ♪
♪ Then watch your homies momma try to keep a straight face ♪
♪ In this melancholy place of guilt ♪
♪ Nigga, this is clear as it gets ♪
♪ The hood is still with the shits ♪
♪ You want to pull up extra curricular ♪
♪ I'm full with the clips ♪
♪ So slow down for them dips ♪
♪ And put your life on the line ♪
♪ Cause I never slips ♪
♪ Pot holes will keep you slowed up ♪
♪ While a nigga come out with grenades ♪
♪ Get you blowed up ♪
♪ Retire the triple OGs to the outskirts ♪
♪ Then move the young trappers in ♪
♪ See how the house works ♪
♪ He's John ♪
♪ John Henry ♪
♪ He knows he can do ♪
♪ Anything ♪
♪ He's John ♪
♪ John Henry ♪
♪ Strong as an ox ♪
♪ Gonna cast them shade ♪
♪ Yeah it's tough on this side ♪
♪ Rough on this side ♪
♪ Niggas die ♪ ♪ Women lie ♪
♪ We gotta sly ♪ ♪ Do or die ♪
♪ Who am I look in the mirror ♪
♪ Dead in the face ♪ ♪ Stare at him, nigga ♪
♪ It's nothing clearer ♪
♪ Life feel different with a gun in your hand ♪
♪ God mode case closed ♪
♪ I can't ruffle no man ♪
♪ I don't know any sober ♪
♪ I don't know if I'm sober ♪
♪ I just know I can feel it getting closer ♪
♪ Judge ♪
♪ Change of the flame ♪
♪ Judge ♪
♪ Change of the flame ♪
♪ Judge ♪
♪ Change of the flame ♪
♪ Judge ♪
-[man #1] Domino, motherfuckers. -[man #2] Again.
[man #3] Oh man.
[man #4] All right, all right.
[laughing]
[Man #3] Man, fuck you.
You always cheating.
[man #1] One more hand like this
I'm gonna have to take little momma
to Red Lobster for them cheddar biscuits, you feel me?
I can buy my own biscuits, motherfucker
and the doctors say you shouldn't be eating gluten
on account of your hypertension anyway.
Don't I get a cheat day, baby?
Absolutely.
If you want to die by a cheddar biscuits.
Have at it.
Ah, them must be some good biscuits.
-It's fire. -Hell yeah.
I'ma start selling biscuits and bitches.
[Man #4] Ah, that way you can hire your sister, nigga,
cause her pussy taste like biscuits.
[Man #2] How you gonna talk about my sister
-like I ain't sittin' here? -[eerie tense music plays]
[Woman] Yo, quit holding that blunt,
you imperative motherfucker, pass that shit.
Puff, puff, pass.
-Man, fuck you. -[laughing]
Fuck you, too, nigga.
Anyway, this nigga said Tamika is a compulsive ass liar.
That bitch lie about everything.
You can ask anybody.
You can ask her sister, this nigga.
Everybody know Tamika Library
is a compulsive motherfucking liar.
You see this nigga ain't saying shit.
When the last time this nigga had his mouth closed about anything?
Feeding time.
[laughing]
I can see what's going on the table, right?
Oh nigga, but am I lying though, cuz?
No.
See, exactly.
So I take Tamika to Dockweiler Beach, right?
Nice sunny day and shit.
This bitch start off telling a lie so fire
if I said the shit right now,
it would open up a new dimension on some CERN type shit.
Real talk.
[laughing]
All I'ma say is, this bitch gonna try to tell me
that I didn't see some shit I clearly seen her do
and the reason was because she said it was a full moon
and motherfuckers see all kind
of crazy shit during the full moon.
I'm looking up, I'm like, but bitch, it's daytime.
You know what I'm saying?
High noon in this motherfucker.
Exactly.
[laughing]
And that's what I mean.
Unnecessary ass lies.
Now y'all know me.
I'm usually cool, calm, collected ass nigga, right?
But this nigga's sister always bring out the beast in me.
So I had to tell that bitch that day,
"Listen bitch, you lucky you my nigga's sister, feel me?
Or I would shoot your ass where you stand."
This bitch get all in her feelings about the shit.
She like, "I'm about to call my bro right now."
I was like, "So, call that nigga."
When she called you and told you what happened, nigga,
whining, your own flesh and blood, nigga.
What the fuck you say, nigga?
Trip.
I said, 'You lucky you my sister or Smoke woulda killed your ass."
I done told her this shit more than once
but she come in to my job, she like, bro
and broke everything in his fucking house.
I'm like, what the fuck you do that for?
Exactly, bragging about that shit like that shit is cool.
Come into my house and broke my goddamn candle
I got from Pottery Barn.
That fresh linen smell.
The nigga got a candle from Pottery Barn.
What the fuck?
I don't even know what Pottery Barn is.
Where the fuck you shop at, my nigga, Pottery Barn?
-What the fuck up? -I just said Pottery Barn.
And then she broke my TV, what you got to say about that?
-My TV. -That's all bad.
Right.
-My coffee table. -And my work.
You know the shit you put your rice in?
Real nigga rule number three oh three,
never argue with a bitch where you live.
You put that bitch out, kick rocks.
What the fuck is wrong?
-What's on your bird, nigga? -[laughing]
You fucking hear the story? We argued,
then we fucked like crazy.
Man, fuck all that. Domino, motherfucker.
Little man can get up, dart.
Man, shit I don't give a fuck, man.
Y'all be on some Jerry Springer shit, anyway.
You know what I'm saying?
That's why I pay for my pussy, my nigga.
I nut, nigga, they leave.
Uh, the fuck you doing?
Here we go.
I can't try the new merchandise?
Fuck no, nigga.
I just got these bitches clean.
Baby, hold up.
Let that nigga try the new merchandise.
It ain't like he gonna stretch the bitch out.
Nigga dick too small.
[laughing]
You know you wrong for that but you kind of right, though.
Fuck y'all, man.
Shit y'all niggas ain't never seen my dick
but one of these bitches about to.
[laughing]
Fine, but not that one.
Fuck it, I'll take this one, then.
No!
[laughing]
She's a fighter.
Oh yeah, I'ma have some fun tonight.
-Have fun, my nigga. -Come on, bitch.
What?
Y'all motherfuckers are trash and you know it.
Oh nigga.
This bitch.
Look at this bitch.
Oh no, what's up, hold up, hold up, hold up.
Tiffany, hold the fuck up.
When the last time you wash your fucking feet?
Them shit's blacker than a motherfucker.
Man, I took a bath today.
Now Tiffany, when you got in the bath
did you get in on your motherfucking hands?
[laughing]
Kiss my ass.
[laughing]
[Woman] Motherfucker, yo.
[laughing]
[silenced gunshot]
You good?
God damn.
-[gunfire] -[tense hip hop music plays]
[gunshots]
[speaking Spanish]
[low tense music]
No, no. It's me, it's me.
[speaking Spanish]
[somber guitar music]
Wear this jacket.
[speaks Spanish]
[somber guitar music]
-Oscar. -[gunshot]
[screams]
[gunshot]
-[sirens in distance] -[banging on door]
-Freeze. -Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, drop it or I'll shoot.
Okay. [speaking Spanish]
I said drop it, buddy.
All right, I'm dropping the gun, all right.
[speaks Spanish]
[upbeat Spanish guitar music]
[woman singing in Spanish]
[radio in background]
Evening.
We're doing a sweep of the neighborhood
for some kids involved in a nearby gang shooting.
Probably illegals.
I'd like to come inside and take a look around.
[John] I ain't seen no kids.
[Cop] I wasn't asking.
[John] You don't have a warrant.
No, I don't need one.
[John] I ain't seen no kids, sir.
-[radio in background] -[sirens in distance]
Stay safe.
[soft reflective music]
[metal scrapes]
[thudding footsteps]
Are you hungry?
[sirens in distance]
My name is John Henry.
Okay.
Um.
Me nombre John Henry.
Did I say that right?
I don't know much Spanish.
Berta.
John.
Should of named you dumb ass motherfucker,
what I should of did.
Bringing in gutter bitches off the street
and feeding them sandwiches and shit.
BJ.
Padre.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Don't tell gutter bitch my name.
Don't call her that.
That's where you found her, ain't it?
In the gutter?
Ain't a place bitches usually end up by accident.
Pops.
Oh man, this is ridiculous.
Next time you bring a John Doe in this...
Padre loco.
You got family?
Padre, madre?
Hermanos.
Where?
[speaks Spanish]
I don't understand.
Gone.
She says they're gone, John.
I lost someone today, too.
[speaking Spanish]
You can stay here tonight.
Tomorrow, I'll see what I can do to get you somewhere safe.
It's the best I can do.
Si?
Man, she didn't understand a goddamn word you said.
I was thinking maybe she could just get the general tone
of what I was saying.
Tone?
Tone.
[laughing]
[speaking Spanish]
What?
When'd you learn Spanish?
1989, night school.
I was getting it on with this Puerto Rican girl
I met at the swap meet.
She'd talk all this nasty shit in bed.
I want to know what she be saying.
What was she saying?
I don't know.
She caught me fucking her sister
before I finished the classes.
[John] Something wrong?
[laughing]
Good luck.
With what?
[soft muzak]
First time?
Is that-- That you, John Henry?
Tasha. Compton High.
I know I gained a few in 20 years but.
No, you haven't changed at all.
Yes I have and I am proud of every pound.
Put some respect on this thickness.
Sorry.
No, I was--
I was-- I was just playing with you.
Look, a lot of fathers come in here all nervous
when their daughters become women.
I didn't know you were one.
A father.
No.
It's for my niece.
She's visiting from out of town.
I'm not a...
I mean...
I don't have any of my own.
You don't have to be embarrassed about that.
I don't have any either.
Really?
So um...
What do you recommend?
Uh well, if your niece is anything like me,
then I think she'd like this one.
-[soft R&B plays] -[laughing]
You remember this?
[soft R&B playing]
You remember this?
Yes!
[laughing]
♪ Watch me looking at you ♪
♪ Teasing me ♪ ♪ I'm focused and I'm hoping ♪
♪ We could talk ♪
♪ Because you look so sweet ♪
♪ You got me showing off my posture ♪
♪ Cause I'm cocky ♪
♪ And I'm banging 1990 style ♪
♪ It sounds so clean ♪
Thank you, Tasha.
♪ Just to see what you be doing ♪
♪ You got the kind of flyness ♪
♪ That no bad comments can ruin ♪
♪ Don't want to say pursuing ♪
♪ Want to look up at you ♪
♪ And say you're the finest bird ♪
♪ In the flock that every flew in ♪
♪ Now ♪
♪♪
[engine revving]
[low eerie tense hip hop plays]
[no audible dialogue]
[eerie tense hip hop continues]
[Young John] Oooh, Pops' new whip.
[laughs]
I look good next to it.
[mumbles]
Ah, you see.
[Man #1] Say you guys shouldn't feeling or some shit.
How you like, if the cops told you they found a body?
Don't never leave a bodies.
[Man #2] Don't ever leave a body?
No, you don't ever leave the bodies.
[Man #1] Where you put it?
[overlapping talking]
That way.
You don't ever leave their families to grieve.
They always going to wonder if they ever out there.
[static crackles]
[tense eerie music]
-[shouts] -[sirens in background]
[heavy breathing]
Shit!
Get out of here, go.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to yell.
You don't understand me, anyway.
Probably for the best.
I never had much to say.
I had a friend back in school try to help.
She did her best.
But never much helped me with words or nothin'.
Did get me started drawing.
[reflective Spanish guitar music plays]
[speaking Spanish]
[woman singing in Spanish]
[speaking Spanish]
I never did get the hang of drawing dogs.
Talby deserved better.
[woman singing in Spanish]
[speaking Spanish]
That's bullshit and you know it.
Go to sleep for a few hours and wake up in Tijuana.
She's from Honduras, John, not Mexico.
She's also a goddamn liar.
Okay, slow down.
What is she lying about, Pops?
This bitch...
Berta said that in Honduras they got bats that are white.
And?
And she's full of shit, that's what.
I've been around for a long fucking time.
I've seen a lot of fucking bats in my day.
I ain't never seen no white bat.
You never been to Honduras either.
Bats are black or brown, John.
If she seen a white bat
it probably cause it covered with motherfucking cocaine.
Damn coked up bats probably flying around
looking for a dick to suck.
Idiota.
That word I understood.
I don't give a damn what y'all think.
Bats are black, John.
Berta.
Bats are black.
Too much white in the world already, if you ask me.
[banging at door]
[banging]
[somber reflective music plays]
[reflective guitar music plays]
[John] Me nombre.
Dude, I'm from Reseda.
Berta said you were her brother.
-I thought-- -Yeah, half.
Look, I appreciate all this hospitality and everything
but this is a family matter.
I would just like to get my sister and get out of here.
Don't look like she wants to go with you, hotshot.
Yeah, well she'll get over it.
-Vamanos. -No.
Goddamn, after all this shit that I just went--
Man fuck you.
What's that for?
Your gun.
Put it in the napkin.
Relax, it's not loaded.
Doesn't matter.
It does to me, it's my gun.
Inside these walls it's my gun.
[Berta whispers in Spanish]
Hey, hey.
Don't look to him, you don't him, look to me.
[speaking Spanish]
She says to give you the gun.
That ain't all what she said.
[laughs]
Fine.
You satisfied?
[somber reflective music plays]
[tense Western hip hop music plays]
[BJ Voiceover] I said, "My boy's strong."
So why is she so mad at you?
Because I left him behind.
Who?
Oscar.
How 'bout we start from the beginning?
About six weeks ago, I got this in the mail.
It's from her and her brother Oscar.
She drew the flower on it herself.
[John] What does it say?
It says her mother was killed
so they're coming to find their father.
Which is you?
When you start fucking, boy, nine?
It wasn't meant for me.
It was meant for my father.
He was in the military.
Spent some time stationed in Honduras in the 90s.
Apparently he left pieces of himself behind.
His liver gave out on him about a year ago.
[scoffs]
Drank himself to death without anyone even knowing
he was drinking.
Fucking Catholics, right?
Anyways, I uh--
I got that postcard.
I just figured it wasn't my problem.
Just threw it in the drawer and moved on.
And then yesterday.
[somber Spanish guitar music plays]
Listen, whatever you guys are selling, I don't want it
but go ahead and pitch it.
I'm bored as fuck.
[somber Spanish guitar]
[speaks Spanish]
[Emilio Voiceover] These little shits came all the way
from Honduras based on nothing but a return address
on some letters my father sent their mother over the years.
I don't know man, but they can't stay here.
[Emilio Voiceover] Berta said if they would of stayed
they would of been killed by the same gangs
that killed their mother.
4,000 miles packed like cattle on trains
on the back of smuggling trucks.
Past the cartel and I.C.E.
Just to end up at my fucking doorstep?
Look, man.
I deal pills for a friend of mine from Hollywood.
He was looking to move some parts in the valley
and I know a lot of junkies, so.
I still barely get by, you feel me?
I got enough problems already.
I couldn't handle another.
All right, don't be late.
[John Voiceover] So what did you do?
[Emilio Voiceover] My friend said there was a shelter
in Hollywood that helps migrant kids.
I was just gonna drop them there
and get high till the guilt faded.
[low tense hip hop]
[Berta screams]
[shouting in Spanish]
[tense dramatic music]
I've seen that cross before.
My connect, used to get his supply from a Compton gang,
led by some dude with a metal jaw.
All his people, they have that cross tatted on them
like some kind of brand or some shit.
But he stopped fucking with them
when they went from dealing drugs to dealing women.
Look, I know I just met her but I got her into this shit.
she's family, I had to do something.
[somber tense guitar music]
[BJ Voiceover] How many?
[Emilio Voiceover] How many what?
[BJ Voiceover] How many did you kill?
I think like six, why?
That's how many bodies you owe.
[tense electronic music plays]
The girl.
Don't make me ask you again.
I didn't hear a question.
Shit.
Man what the fuck is your problem?
You told me to snatch bitches so I snatched them.
How the fuck was I supposed
to know her brothers were shooters?
[tense hip hop music]
♪ Welcome to hell ♪
♪ Yeah yeah nigga ♪
♪ Welcome to hell ♪
Man, that little fucker came out of nowhere, man.
It was an accident, man you know that wasn't my fault.
Man, that wasn't my fault.
Say "ah" motherfucker.
♪ Welcome to hell ♪
[man screams]
[tense hip hop continues]
[crying]
[knocking at door]
[Emilio speaking Spanish]
[John] Give her space, kid.
I got her into this, I can get her out.
I think it be safer if you both stay here for awhile.
Till things cool down.
Listen, I appreciate it, but I can manage, all right?
Yeah.
You know anything about engines?
[engine sputtering]
It almost turned over that time.
Hold on, I think I got it.
You're a Raiders fan, huh?
Since the days of Marcus Allen.
Used to sneak into games with my cousin
when I was Berta's age.
My dad was a big Raiders fan, too.
Couldn't believe they brought two teams to LA
and neither was a team that LA fucked with.
Right?
That they built a stadium in Inglewood was insult to injury.
Won't let us have nothing.
For real.
How'd you find her?
Berta?
How'd you know which house she was in?
I went with my connect on a pickup one time
down that block. I just figured it was the best place to start.
As luck would have it, when we got there,
there she was looking out the window
like she was waiting for us.
So, good luck.
Yeah.
Must of been good luck that you had all those guns ready, too.
Look, man I already know where you're headed
with that shit and I ain't even like that.
I deal some pills to some friends.
That's as deep as I get into that crime shit.
Just asking.
No judgment.
So why you helping us?
Why wouldn't I?
Cause we're strangers.
Cause just by having us here
you're putting yourself in danger.
You have no reason to help us.
Try it now.
[engine sputtering]
[engine starts]
[soft R&B music plays]
♪ Check em check ♪
♪ And go straight to the city with it ♪
♪ High enough to see my whole city limits ♪
♪ Silly gimmicks ♪
♪ Ain't too many in my city with it ♪
♪ My city with it ♪ ♪ If you doubt it nigga ♪
♪ Come and get it ♪
♪ Everything you niggas mimic, bro ♪
♪ My city did it ♪
♪ Lost so many to them semis over filly fitters ♪
♪ The city hot ♪
♪ Pray the lord come and chilly chill it ♪
♪ Let one knee hit the floor ♪
♪ So you really feel it ♪
♪ Check em check ♪
♪ Then go straight to the city with it ♪
♪ 105 east ♪
♪ Lets see who really with it ♪
♪ Nigga ♪
♪ It's like ♪
♪ That shits the 105 east ♪
♪ Lets see who's really with it ♪
♪ Shit ♪ ♪ Didn't it ♪
♪ Check a check ♪
♪ Then go straight to the city with it ♪
♪ High enough to see my whole city's limits ♪
♪ Silly gimmicks ain't too many in my city with it ♪
♪ My city with it ♪
♪ If you doubt it nigga ♪
♪ Come and get it ♪
[Man vocalizing]
♪ Shit ♪
♪ If you from the city then I know you get it ♪
♪ Every list ever written ♪
♪ Has my city in it ♪
♪ Good to bad ♪
♪ Many hatch ♪
♪ In my city feel hit ♪
♪ Niggas heads go... ♪
[upbeat tense hip hop plays]
♪ Young hell in this motherfucker ♪
♪ Running this shit For the ninety-two ♪
♪ You know how we do ♪
♪ South LA nigga stand up ♪
What's up, Hell?
[laughing]
John motherfucking Henry, what's up, boy?
Hey yo, I was just telling shorty about my cousin,
the motherfucking killer with the hands of steel.
Hey yo, I bet they still clean that niggas brains
off the pavement.
My nigga, you stomped his shit into spaghetti.
The whole hood talking about that shit.
Yo, I've been calling you all day, though.
Where the fuck you been at?
[soft hip hop playing]
Hey yo, bitches, leave.
[music turns off]
What's good, nigga, you straight?
[John, softly] Yeah, I'm good.
Feel like you came here to say something.
Say it.
I just...
Let me guess.
The nigga you stomped out got you a little fucked up?
It's understandable.
I mean first body gets everybody, man.
You shoulda seen me after my shit, man.
The first two days, nigga I ain't leave my room.
Couldn't eat, couldn't shit.
Couldn't sleep.
Real shit.
You know, I don't be telling niggas shit like this
but you're family, right.
You got no reason to be embarrassed, you did good.
And my nigga,
I got the footage to prove it.
Check this shit out.
[cheers]
Nigga, I went back
and snatched the security footage last night
just in case anybody trying to snitch.
Yo my nigga, this shit is so raw!
I bet you I could sell this shit at the swap meet.
Hey.
Real shit, you saved my life.
I ain't gonna forget that.
I'm out.
You know, you my cousin and shit and I love you,
but you acting like a real bitch right now.
What nigga?
What I'm supposed to be scared of?
Come on nigga, you want to stop banging
after your first body?
What, you know that nigga got people right?
You know his people gonna come for us, right?
So if you scared of that shit, yeah you a bitch.
I don't give a fuck if you are family.
So they come then what?
Huh, we kill them?
More come, we kill them.
Huh, when do it stop?
It stop when I'm on the fucking throne
and you right next to me cracking heads, nigga.
We were talking about this shit since second grade.
There ain't no plan B.
Ain't no way out.
Nigga, I'm not gonna be a statistic.
I'ma be a fucking king.
There's other ways to make money.
Man fuck that, it ain't about money, nigga.
It's about respect.
All right.
You got bullets for hands, nigga,
and if you don't make niggas respect that,
then shit you might not make it to your next birthday, nigga.
Real talk.
Is that a threat?
It's a prediction.
[tense dramatic hip hop plays]
You know what?
Hold on.
I got something that's gonna change your mind.
[tense dramatic hip hop continues]
Relax, nigga, it ain't gonna sting.
Go ahead.
Take it.
Take that shit.
Take the shit, take it.
-John. John. -[gunshot]
[phone ringing]
[ringing continues]
[machine clicks and beeps]
[woman] He himself, boy I said, that his body on the tree
that we might die in sin than live to righteousness.
By his wound, you have been healed.
[mumbling]
Do you like it?
Be right there by himself.
[machine beeps in background]
-From the hands. -[Man #1] He's going every now.
It ain't no sections no more.
We going wherever we want to go.
When we go, we go somewhere else,
we somebody on the corner selling dope
that shouldn't be selling dope
cause he don't work for us.
[Man #2] So you gonna kill me to get the papers?
[Man #1] You didn't see that nigga burn that nigga. I did.
Nigga, I don't want to be on the end of that.
[Man #2] What's that?
[Man #1] You don't remember me, bro?
Where you from? What's happening?
I'm from hell.
-[gunshot] -[sirens in background]
[overlapping chatter] It's all them now.
We got to get off the block
or there's gonna be hell to pay.
-[sirens in distance] -[gunshots]
-[overlapping police chatter] -I heard about that nigga.
He out here burning people and shit.
He look like Freddy Kruger or something.
[overlapping sirens and radio announcements]
[gunshot]
[woman over recording] With your right hand you save me.
Psalms 138 and seven.
[phone beeps]
[tense dramatic music plays]
[Hell Voiceover] I'm not gonna be a statistic.
Nearly broke my back trying to get that stain out.
Gram, where is he?
He don't tell me where he go or when he coming.
[John] When's he coming back?
There's no way to know, sugar.
Like I said, he don't tell me nothing.
If you want, I can call you next time I see him.
I'll wait.
Figured as much.
[upbeat rap music plays]
♪ Check the check ♪
♪ Then go straight to the city with it ♪
♪ High enough to see my whole city's limits ♪
♪ My whole city's limits ♪
♪ The whole city feel it ♪
♪ Nigga, who really with it? ♪
♪ Hear that talk ass talk nigga ♪
♪ Who really did it ♪
♪ That mirror man ♪
♪ So fuck it ♪
♪ Over and out ♪
♪ I got to chill out ♪
[engine roaring]
[low tense music]
[Man] Deliver the bodies in 24 hours
or burn with em.
No, no, no.
This ain't a rap video.
Point the gun like you mean it.
Good.
Now when you aim, look down the end of the barrel,
keep your hand steady like you got a hand on a titty.
Steady, steady.
Good.
You know something?
You gonna be the next Cleopatra Jones.
You'll be shooting bad guys all over the place.
[gun clicks]
[laughing]
Hey.
Oh, so I have to give my gun to John
and you give her your gun?
Hardly fair.
Was it fair
that I had a stroke at 52 and lost all practical use
of my penis?
My dick was legendary, son.
Legendary.
Every fine piece of ass from Inglewood to Alhambra
had a taste of BJ's hammer.
Then boom.
Soft for the rest of time.
Ain't nothing never ever gonna be fair
in your whole motherfucking life, kid.
Get used to it now.
I am.
Then you don't got to worry about John.
He can't even touch a gun without having a fucking conniption.
Is that what that napkin thing was about?
He had an accident.
When he was young with a gun.
What kind of accident?
He shot the devil.
[door creaks]
Everything cool?
[somber guitar music]
Why she smiling like that?
I don't know.
Fuck he doing in there?
John!
Can someone in this motherfucker tell me what is going on?
[somber guitar music]
I never could get Talby right.
But she did.
Thank you, Berta.
[speaks Spanish]
[speaking Spanish]
Dad, take Berta.
I need Emilio's help with the engine.
It's not the car.
We need to talk.
What's up?
What's this?
Your way out.
Where'd this come from?
Doesn't matter.
Take it, take Berta and get as far away from here
as you can... tonight.
No, man. I can't take money if I don't know the source.
Especially if it comes in a bag full of cash.
How much money is in here?
Fifty thousand.
It's better you not ask me where I got it.
Shit, I'm not.
Where'd you get this money from, John?
You bounce out then come back with a bag full of cash.
What kind of shit you into, man?
All right.
The badass with the metal jaw.
-Yeah? -He's my cousin.
Now we got a history.
But he's willing to look the other way
as long as you leave town in the next 24 hours.
Wait, hold up.
Your cousin Hell gave you a bag full of cash
to give to me?
You expect me to believe that shit?
I expect you to take the money, take your sister,
and start fresh.
No fuck that.
Why'd he give you this money?
I need you to trust me.
Please.
[speaking Spanish]
Berta would like to say grace.
Please.
[praying in Spanish]
Amen.
How come you never made no food like this for me, son?
Cause you never drew my dog.
[grunts]
I'll pain't the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel,
if I can get food like this served every night.
Was her mother an artist?
I don't know.
I never thought to ask.
Before you decided to get rid of her, you mean.
Your sister.
Before bringing her to the shelter.
Like I said.
You didn't want to have her disrupt your lifestyle.
Pills right?
Pops.
Don't disturb me, son, I'm talking.
It's cool.
Fine. He's right.
[speaking Spanish]
What's she saying about Oscar?
Nothing.
[speaking Spanish]
She wants to know when they're gonna save Oscar.
She says he's still alive.
Is he?
[Berta in English] Not dead.
[John] How do you know?
[in English] I feel him. Oscar.
Not dead.
You see.
What am I supposed to do?
She's not gonna listen to me.
Tell her the truth.
The truth?
The truth.
[speaking Spanish]
The truth.
[crying]
[gate creaking]
[low, tense music plays]
[dramatic, eerie music rises]
[dog barking in distance]
[tense eerie music plays]
[engine revving]
[tense dramatic music]
[gunshot]
Emilio!
[tense dramatic music]
[gunshots]
Still got it.
[tense dramatic music]
-Let's go. -No!
[tense dramatic music plays]
La pistola.
[speaking Spanish]
[tense, somber Spanish music plays]
-[gunshots] -[shouting]
How are you standing?
Adrenaline's a hell of a drug, son.
Now, don't worry about my legs.
Worry about how we get the fuck out of here.
They got shooters at both doors.
The AC.
You know we can't fit through that hole.
She could.
Hell no. Berta can shoot, you can't.
I need her.
It's the only way she's gonna make it.
Get her out of here.
I'll hold the door.
Go then, come on.
Go son, go.
[somber reflective music plays]
[BJ yelling] You want in here?
Well, this is BJ Henry's house, motherfucker.
-[BJ shouting] -[glass shatters]
[gunshots]
[tense dramatic music plays]
[gunshot]
[screams]
[somber reflective music plays]
[muffled screaming]
[tense triumphant music playing]
I'm BJ Henry and my dick was legendary.
[gunshot]
[explosion]
[tone ringing]
[soft ethereal music plays]
[sobs]
[tense dramatic music plays]
[John] 24 hours?
Damn, that's my mistake.
We all owed at least, at least one mistake.
Right, John?
[tense dramatic music playing]
Why?
Respect.
[tense dramatic music continues]
[gunshot]
[screaming]
[Woman] What?
[Hell] I told you not to shoot him.
[Woman] But he was--
[Hell] He was supposed to see this.
[soft reflective music plays]
[BJ, voiceover in distance] You know why I named you John Henry?
[John, quietly] No.
[gasps]
What are you doing here?
I-- I came to pick up the kids like you asked.
I guess I was too late.
What happened here?
Hell.
[Woman] Where?
He leaves no bodies.
[Woman] Then why'd he leave you?
So I'd feel it.
[groans]
Okay, we need to get you to the hospital
or you're not gonna be feeling anything pretty soon.
Don't worry about me.
There's something I got to do.
Something fucking stupid, I bet.
All that talk in school about how you're not about this life
and now-- now look at you.
You should go.
Yeah and you should go to the hospital.
So I guess we both ain't doing what we should?
[somber music plays]
[kettle whistling]
Here you go.
Do you still like it sweet?
Sweet's just fine, Gram.
It's my birthday today.
Did you know that?
I wouldn't remember if it wasn't printed on my ID.
Never liked birthdays.
Always felt if you knew your age, you lived that age.
Want to know how old I am today?
Eighty-two.
Eighty-two years old.
[lighter clicks]
Still smoking cigarettes and waiting to die.
They say these things'll kill you,
but they sure is taking their sweet ass time with me.
Where is he?
Alan's daddy was the first of my sons to pass.
Your daddy was the last.
Good thing you never had any children, John Henry.
You never got the chance to outlive 'em. Hm.
Gram.
Where is he?
You know I can't tell you that.
He--
I know'd what he done.
I know everything that boy's done
since the first time he walked through my front door
looking for a roof to sleep under.
My momma said even the darkest soul
can still see the light.
I tried.
It's my birthday today.
It's all right, Gram.
It's all right.
Eighty-two years old.
And all I ever seen was violence.
It ain't ever gonna stop, is it?
It ain't never gonna stop.
Thanks for the tea, Gram.
Don't go, John Henry. You're not like him.
You don't have to do this.
Do you really believe that?
[somber music plays]
The second drawer, left of the sink.
He still gets his mail forwarded from them houses he run.
Bills and such.
As he don't trust the people working for him.
I think he just don't want nobody to see his name
on them envelopes.
If you see the gas bill, could you carry it to him?
It's past due.
John Henry.
Nearly split his momma in two.
-[tense hip hop] -♪ Black man black man ♪
♪ You got the world on your shoulders ♪
♪ And they thought they could destroy us all ♪
♪ Black man black man ♪
♪ They hate to employ us ♪
♪ But they love to enjoy us ♪ ♪ Oh ♪
♪ Black man black man ♪ ♪ You got so much power ♪
♪ In your goddamn hands ♪ ♪ Whoa ♪
♪ Black man black man ♪
♪ We built this world ♪
♪ Now its time to destroy it ♪
♪ Y'all just love the music ♪
♪ Y'all just love the clothes ♪
♪ Y'all love to learn the dances ♪
♪ Y'all love to come to shows ♪
♪ And scream nigga ♪
♪ At the top of your lungs ♪
God damn, you big.
Hey, hold up.
I got some questions.
Like how'd you get so fucking big?
Protein shakes? Red meat?
Man I'm trying to get big like you.
My mom say I'm in for a growth spurt,
but she been saying that for three years.
You don't talk much, huh?
That's how my Uncle Kenny is,
at least till you get a bit of Henny in him.
So what you doing on this block?
You with Hell?
You got to be if you're on this block.
I ain't with Hell.
Then what you doing over here with that big ass hammer?
You gonna get murked, my guy.
What's your name?
Deydey.
My name is John Henry.
[inhaling]
Fuck that vape shit, nigga.
This job would be so much better if we could smoke.
Real talk, my nigga.
I want to smoke bad as a motherfucker too,
but you know the rules.
No smoking on the job.
An alien ass rule if you ask me.
Shit, I, for one, work better when I'm high.
All right, alpha one, go ahead and smoke yours.
Hell find out you been chiefing that monkey fur
on the job, he gonna burn your ass. Watch.
You gonna snitch? You gonna tell?
Fuck you, nigga.
If Hell find out man.
I fucking...
Use this motherfucking car lighter so goddamn fast, nigga.
All right nigga, whatever.
Light it up, light it up.
Front, middle or back?
Fuck you talking about now?
What?
Like Human Centipede, nigga. If you was in a human centipede,
where would you rather be, nigga?
The front, the middle, or the back?
Freak ass nigga.
I told you to stop sex playing me, man.
I ain't with that shit.
How am I sex playing you?
I just ask you like,
you ain't never seen the Human Centipede?
What-- Uh, what?
The Human Centipede, nigga.
This German scientist-- The nigga sewed together
three motherfuckers, ass to mouth.
It's on Netflix.
The fuck he do that for?
I don't know.
White people be doing all kind of wild shit.
Your ass go to jail too much.
See you keep contributing to that recidivism rate, man.
Stay your ass out of jail.
Quit looking for that boy pussy.
There's plenty of women out here for you, man.
I'm not looking for any boy pussy, nigga.
I'm trying-- I'm trying to put you up on game nigga,
and letting you know, like what they doing out there
in fucking Germany.
Man, I don't want to know about fucking Germany,
or no fucking centipedes, or no goddamn salamanders
or nothing, man.
I just want this fucking bread.
Corey, what's wrong with you, man?
Just making conversation.
What kind of conversations is that though?
I don't know, nigga.
You the one up here using words like recidivism and shit.
What does that mean?
That mean when niggas go to jail and they keep going back
to go to jail, nigga.
I know what the fuck I'm talk--
What the fuck?
♪ He went to the mountain early in the morning ♪
♪ Just to hear ♪
You picked the wrong day to go 50 150.
[tense hip hop music plays]
So this scary room where y'all kill niggas?
So who we waiting on?
[distorted rapping]
Yo, Hell. What's up with your man?
Y'all fucking with me, right?
[tense rap music]
Shit. How the fuck--
It's what I do, bitch.
Yo, it ain't got to go this way.
Please, I'm ride or die with you, Hell.
This all I got.
Bitch, the ride is over.
This about that big nigga?
That what this is about?
Yo, I was just trying to help you.
[thud]
[heavy bang]
[tense eerie music playing]
[distorted rapping]
[tense eerie music]
Kill him.
Kill him?
You want me to kill him for you?
Five minutes ago you was gonna kill me
for some nothing ass shit.
Now you expect me to do what you say?
Fuck outta here.
You fucking with the wrong one today.
[tense dramatic eerie music plays]
Really?
-[music stops] -[electricity crackles]
[Hell] So what you gonna do?
[eerie suspenseful music plays]
[gunshots]
-[bone cracks] -[distant scream]
[triumphant Western music plays]
Come on, man.
Don't do this.
Yo, I don't even know this nigga.
[groaning]
Ah, shit.
No.
[ethereal Western music plays]
♪♪
[BJ Voiceover] You know why I named you John Henry?
[ethereal uplifting Western music continues]
[Man] What the fuck?
[grunts]
Damn.
BJ sure did love that car.
Keep my father's name out your mouth.
So aggressive, John.
Always knew you had it in you.
Then you should know I'm not done.
You know you could tear my empire down
brick by brick, doesn't change the fact
that we got the same blood coursing through our veins.
Nigga, we family.
Not anymore.
[tense violin music plays]
Is that a threat?
A prediction.
[tense western music plays]
You ready?
[gunshot]
[shouting]
[gunshot]
Lay down, John.
You know I don't use a gun, either.
But not cause of no PTSD shit or nothing like that.
Nah.
I don't use a gun because I don't have to.
[tense string music playing]
It ain't enough to just kill niggas anymore.
Nah.
Now you gotta kill what they believe in.
[muffled cries]
This is Oscar?
You know, you asked me once before
when does it end.
Truth is... it never ends.
[tense string music playing]
Heavy lies the crown.
Watch how I keep it.
[tense string music playing]
[gunshot]
[soft, somber music plays]
Deydey what the fuck you think you doing?
Get your ass over here.
[thud]
[tense string music plays]
[triumphant Western music plays]
Savage, shoot him.
Nah.
John, I know you.
Don't do this.
We family, John.
I know you. You ain't no killer.
You know you ain't no killer.
I'm not a killer.
I'm John Henry.
[yelling]
[wet crunch]
[BJ Voiceover] I said, "My boy's strong.
My boy's John Henry.
What you gonna do with all that strength, John?"
[sirens in distance]
[speaking Spanish]
Thank you, John.
[sirens in distance]
♪ Well John Henry drove into the mountain ♪
♪ His hammer was striking fire ♪
♪ He drove so hard ♪
♪ He broke his poor heart ♪
♪ And he laid down his hammer ♪
♪ And he died, Lord ♪
♪ He laid down his hammer ♪
♪ And he died ♪
♪ He laid down his hammer ♪
♪ And he died, Lord ♪
♪ He laid down his hammer ♪
♪ And-- ♪
[soft tense hip hop plays]
♪ Yo ♪
♪ Check em check ♪
♪ And go straight with the city with it ♪
♪ High enough to see my whole city limits ♪
♪ Silly gimmicks ain't too many in my city with it ♪
♪ My city with it ♪
♪ If you doubt it nigga ♪
♪ Come and get it ♪
♪ Everything you niggas mimic bro ♪
♪ My city did it ♪
♪ Lost so many to them semis over Philly fit it ♪
♪ The city hot ♪
♪ Pray the Lord come and chilly chill it ♪
♪ Let one knee hit the floor ♪
♪ So you really feel it ♪
♪ Check a check ♪
♪ Then go straight to the city with it ♪
♪ 105 East lets see who really with it ♪
♪ Nigga ♪
♪ That's right ♪
♪ Lets hit the 105 East ♪
♪ Let's see who really with it ♪
♪ Check a check ♪
♪ Then go straight to the city with it ♪
♪ High enough to see my whole city's limits ♪
♪ Silly gimmicks ♪
♪ Ain't too many in my city with it ♪
♪ My city with it ♪
♪ If you doubt it nigga ♪
♪ Come and get it ♪
[Man vocalizing]
♪ If you from the city ♪
♪ Then I know you get it ♪
♪ Every list ever written ♪
♪ Has my city in it ♪
♪ Good to bad many hats ♪
♪ Yeah my city fitted ♪
♪ Niggas heads go blat ♪
♪ When that Billy hit it ♪
♪ The police on the loose ♪
♪ These police shoot your tooth ♪
♪ Right there on the news ♪
♪ Allowing you to hang then they toss a noose ♪
♪ Pop one in they heads till they call a truce ♪
♪ Pick up a bitch then go straight ♪
♪ To the city with it ♪
♪ Kiss her neck ♪
♪ Then go straight to the titty with it ♪
♪ Kiss her neck ♪
♪ Then go straight to the kitty with it ♪
♪ Yeah yeah yeah ♪ ♪ Shit ♪
♪ Check a check ♪
♪ Then go straight to the city with it ♪
♪ High enough to see my whole city's limits ♪
♪ My whole city's limits ♪
♪ The whole city feel it ♪
♪ Shit nigga who really with it ♪
♪ Hear that talk ass talk nigga ♪
♪ Who really did it ♪
♪ That mirror man so fuck it ♪
♪ Over and out man, I got to chill out ♪
♪ Shit ♪
[vocalizing]