Where do you want to go, boy?
Wherever you want to take me, Pop.
- I'ma take you for a ride. - Oh, yeah?
Are you still filming me?
Nah.
Okay, you want something to film?
- Give me something good. - Okay, I'm gonna give you something real good.
Goddamn.
I sure look good in a Cadillac.
I'm gonna be drowning in so much pussy driving this beast,
I'm gonna have to build me an ark.
What you laughing at? Don't laugh in my face.
I'm laughing at you, old man.
Give me that, give me that.
Shouldn't have bought you this shit anyway.
- Now, what you got to say? - That you lucky you my pops.
Otherwise you would've 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 mama...
God rest her soul...
the 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. - Wolf tickets.
This motherfucker, this motherfucking wolf, this motherfucker bark.
Whoo!
You about to get your ass busted in some spades.
- Let's go, man. - Let's go, John.
Quentin Tara-negro.
Watch this. I'm about to fuck these niggas up.
This, nigga.
- Let's go. Let's go. - This nigga.
Your hands can be nice all day, nigga, but if I got heat on you,
what you gonna do?
- That's what he said. - Uh. Uh.
I second that. 'Cause I keep two.
I want one of these.
Let me see somethin', man.
Let me see what you look like holding that.
- Get nice with them hands. - Just make sure, man, when you pick up one of them,
you willing to pull that motherfucking trigger.
♪ 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"... ♪
Look at this shit, man! Shit!
Hell gonna burn my ass for this, man. Fuck!
You gonna do something about this dent, old man. I'm talking about immediately.
This disrespectful motherfucker ain't hear me? Okay.
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?
♪ What's the procedure When niggas ♪
♪ Only four blocks down Pull up with heaters? ♪
♪ You really appreciate the tie Your old head schooled ya ♪
♪ To the jealous nigga on Maple Who ganked the Fuja ♪
♪ The game is just as hard 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 run 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 out 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 homie's mama Try to keep a straight face ♪
♪ In this melancholy place Of guilt ♪
♪ Nigga This as clear as it gets ♪
♪ The hood is still With the shits ♪
♪ You want to pull up Extracurricular I'm full of the clips ♪
♪ So slow down for them dips And put your life on the line 'Cause I never slips ♪
♪ Potholes 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 When they 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 when it's over I don't know if I'm sober ♪
♪ I just know I can Feel it getting closer ♪
♪ Change ♪
♪ Change everything ♪
♪ Change ♪
♪ Change everything ♪
♪ Change ♪
♪ Change everything ♪
♪ Change ♪
- Domino, motherfuckers. - Again.
Oh, man.
You always cheating.
One more hand like this, I'ma have to take little mama 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 biscuit, have at it.
- Ah, them must be some good biscuits. - It's fire.
Hell, yeah. I'ma start selling biscuits and bitches.
That way, you can hire your sister, nigga,
'cause her pussy taste like biscuits.
How you gonna talk about my sister like I ain't sittin' here?
Yo, quit holding that blunt, motherfucker.
- Pass that shit. Puff, puff, pass. - Man, fuck you.
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 Lotterberry 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.
Like, this shit is going on under 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 the day off telling a lie so foul,
if I said the shit right now, it would open up a new dimension
or some CERN-type shit.
All I'ma say is, this bitch gonna try and 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 a 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.
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 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 hurt 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,
your own flesh and blood, nigga, what the fuck you say?
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 coming to my job, she like,
"Bro, I broke everything in this 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 know what Pottery Barn is. - Where the fuck you shop at?
- Pottery Barn? - I just said Pottery Barn.
And then she broke my TV. Whatcha gotta say about that?
- My TV. Right. - That's all bad.
My coffee table, nigga. You know the shit you put your rice in?
Real nigga rule number 303:
Never argue with a bitch where you live.
You put that bitch out. What the fuck is wrong? What's on your bird, nigga?
You fucking hear the story?
- We argued, then we fucked like crazy. - Man, fuck all that.
Domino, motherfucker. Low man, get up. Dark.
Shit, I don't give a fuck, man.
Y'all be on some Jerry Springer shit anyway.
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 out 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.
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.
Fine, but not that one.
Fuck it. I'll take this one then.
- No! - 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. Hold up, hold up, hold up.
Tiffany, hold the fuck up. When the last time you wash your fucking feet?
Them shit's black 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?
Kiss my ass.
Motherfucker, yo!
You good?
Goddamn.
- No, no, no. It's me, it's me. It's me. - Emilio!
Sí.
Vámonos.
Oscar?
Police! Open up!
- Freeze! - Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, drop it, or I'll shoot.
- I said drop it, buddy! - All right. I'm dropping the gun, all right?
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, take a look around.
I ain't seen no kids.
I wasn't asking.
You don't have a warrant.
You know I don't need one.
I ain't seen no kids, sir.
Unit Five, identify.
You stay safe, now.
Are you hungry?
My name is John Henry.
Okay. Um...
Mi nombre John Henry.
Did I say that right?
I don't know much Spanish.
Berta.
Berta?
- John. - Shoulda named you
"dumb-ass motherfucker," what I shoulda 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 thing, you be bringing John Dillinger in this motherfucker.
Padre... loco.
You got family?
Uh, ¿padre?
¿Madre?
Hermanos.
Where?
I don't understand.
Gone.
She says they're gone, John.
I lost someone today too.
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. ¿Sí?
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.
Goddamn.
- What? - When did 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.
Something wrong?
Good luck.
With what?
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, um... I didn't know you were one.
Um, a father.
No. Um, it's for my niece.
Um, 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?
Um, well, if your niece is anything like me,
then I think she'd like...
this one.
You remember this?
Do you remember this?
Yes!
♪ 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 bangin' 1990s style It sounds so neat ♪
Thank you, Tasha.
♪ You got the kind of flyness That no bad comments Could ruin ♪
♪ Don't want to say pursuin' Wanna look up at you and say ♪
♪ "You're the finest Bird in the flock That every flew in" ♪
♪ Now, I'm gonna be Checkin' for you... ♪
Ooh! Pops' new whip.
I look good next to it, probably, don't I?
Ah, you see me, Pops?
Say you guys shouldn't be cool or some shit.
How you, like, if the cops told you they found a body?
Don't never leave the bodies.
- Don't ever leave a body? - No, don't ever leave the bodies.
Where you put it?
That way, you don't never leave their families to grieve.
They always going to wonder if they ever out there.
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.
I never did get the hang of drawing dogs.
Talby deserved better.
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.
Been around a long 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.
Mi 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'd like to get my sister and get out.
Don't look like she wants to go with you, hotshot.
Yeah, well, she'll get over it. Vámonos.
No.
Goddamn it. After all this shit that I just went...
Man, fuck you.
All right.
- 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.
Hey, hey. Don't look to him. You don't know him. Look to me.
She says to give you the gun.
That ain't all she said.
Fine.
You satisfied?
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.
What does it say?
It says their 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.
Drank himself to death without anyone even knowing he was drinking.
Fucking Catholics, right?
Anyways, I, uh, got that postcard.
I just figured it wasn't my problem.
Just threw it in the drawer and... and moved on.
And then yesterday...
Listen, whatever you guys are selling, I don't want it,
but go ahead and pitch it.
I'm bored as fuck.
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.
Berta said if they would've stayed, they would've been killed
by the same gangs that killed their mother.
Four thousand miles packed like cattle on trains
on the back of smuggling trucks,
past the cartel and ICE,
just to end up on my fucking doorstep?
Look, man. I deal pills for a friend of mine from Hollywood.
He was looking to move some product 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.
So what did you do?
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.
Berta! Berta!
Berta!
I've seen that cross before.
My connect, he 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.
How many?
How many what?
How many did you kill?
I think, like, six. Why?
That's how many bodies you owe.
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?
♪ 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 ♪
Give her space, kid.
I got her into this. I can get her out.
I think it'd be safer if you both stay here for a while.
Till things cool down.
Listen, I appreciate it, but I can manage, all right?
Yeah?
You know anything about engines?
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 did 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've 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 in that crime shit.
Just asking. No judgment.
So why you helping us?
Why wouldn't I?
'Cause we're strangers.
Because just by having us here, you're putting yourself in danger.
You have no reason to help us.
Try it now.
♪ Check a check And 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 ♪
♪ Everything you niggas mimic Bruh, my city did it ♪
♪ Lost so many to them semis Over Philly fitteds ♪
♪ The city hot Pray the Lord come And chilly chitted ♪
♪ Let one knee hit the floor So you really feel it ♪
♪ Check a check Then go straight To the city with it ♪
♪ 105 East Let's see who really with it ♪
♪ Nigga, it's like ♪
♪ That shit's the 105 East Let's see who's Really with it ♪
♪ Shit, didn't I ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ 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 hats Yeah, my city fit it ♪
♪ Niggas' heads go crack When that billy hit it ♪
♪ The police on the loose The police on the loose... ♪
♪ Young hell In this motherfucker ♪
♪ Running this shit for the 92 You know how we do ♪
♪ Oh, South LA niggas Stand up ♪
What's up, Hell?
John motherfucking Henry. What's good, boy?
Hey, yo, I was just telling shorty about my cousin,
the motherfucking killer with the hands of steel.
I bet they still cleanin' that nigga brains off the pavement.
My nigga, you stomped his shit into spaghetti.
Whole hood talkin' about that shit.
I've been calling you all day, though. Where the fuck you been at?
Hey, yo, bitches, leave.
What's good, nigga? You straight?
Yeah, I'm good.
Nah. 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. Hey, first body gets everybody, man.
You should've 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 family, right?
You ain't got no reason to be embarrassed. You did good, and...
my nigga, I got the footage to prove it.
Nigga, check this shit out.
Whoo!
Nigga, I went back and snatched the security footage last night,
just in case anybody try to snitch.
Yo, my nigga, this shit is so raw!
I bet you I could sell this shit at the swap meet!
But, 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.
You know what? Hold on.
I got something that gonna change your mind.
Relax, nigga. It ain't gonna sting.
I know.
Go ahead.
Take it.
Take that shit, man. Take the shit. Take it.
John! John!
He hanged himself, boy, I said,
with his body on the tree,
that we might die to sin and live to righteousness.
By his wounds, you have been healed.
Peter 2 and 24.
- Do you like it? - He'll be right there by himself.
We going everywhere now. It ain't no sections no more.
We going wherever we want to go.
We go somewhere else, we see somebody on the corner selling dope
that shouldn't be selling dope, 'cause he don't work for us.
So you gonna kill me to get the paper?
You didn't see that nigga burn that nigga. I did.
Nigga, I don't want to be on the end of that.
What's that?
You don't remember me, bro?
Where you from? What's happening?
We got to get off the block, or there's gonna be hell to pay.
With your right hand, you saved me.
Psalms 138 and 7.
I'm not gonna be a statistic.
Nearly broke my back trying to get that stain out.
Gram.
Where is he?
They don't tell me where he go or when he coming.
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.
♪ Yeah, 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 ♪
♪ Shit, the whole city Feel it ♪
♪ Shit, nigga Who really with it? ♪
♪ Hear that Punk-ass talk, nigga Who really did it? ♪
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.
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.
Well,
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.
Everything cool?
Why is 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?
I never could get Talby right.
But she did.
Thank you, Berta.
Dad, take Berta.
I need Emilio's help with the engine.
Yeah.
It's not the car.
We need to talk.
What's up?
What's this?
Your way out.
Where did 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 bad-ass with the metal jaw?
- Yeah? - He's my cousin.
We've 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.
Uh, Berta would like to say grace.
Please.
Amen.
How come you never make no food like this for me, son?
'Cause you never drew my dog.
Mmm.
I'll paint 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.
Mm. 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.
- What's she saying about Oscar? - Nothing.
She wants to know when they're gonna save Oscar.
She says he's still alive.
Is he?
Not dead.
How do you know?
I...
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.
Emilio!
Still got it.
- Let's go. - No! No!
¡La pistola!
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 A/C.
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 out of here.
I'll hold the door.
Go, then. Come on. Go, son, go.
Go ahead.
You want in here?
Well, this is BJ Henry's house, motherfucker!
No!
I'm BJ Henry, and my dick is legendary!
Twenty-four hours?
Damn.
That's my mistake.
We all owed at least...
at least one mistake.
Right, John?
Why?
Respect.
What?
I told you not to shoot him.
- But he was... - He was supposed to see this.
You know why I named you John Henry?
No.
What are you doing here?
I... I came to pick up the kids like you asked.
I... I guess I was too late. What... What happened here?
Hell.
- Where... - He leaves no bodies.
Then why did he leave you?
So I'd feel it.
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 gotta 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.
Here you go.
Do you still like it sweet?
- Sweet's just fine, Gram. - Yeah.
It's my birthday today. Did you know that?
I wouldn't remember if it wasn't printed on my ID.
I never liked birthdays.
Always felt if you know your age,
you live that age.
Want to know how old I am today?
Eighty-two.
Eighty-two years old.
Still smoking cigarettes and waiting to die.
They say these things will kill you,
but they sure is taking their sweet-ass time with me.
Where is he?
Yeah, Helen'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.
Hmm.
Gram.
Where is he?
You know I can't tell you that.
- He... - I knowed 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 mama 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.
You really believe that?
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 mama in two.
♪ 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 ♪
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♪ And scream "nigga" At the top of your lungs ♪
Goddamn, 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 gotta 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.
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.
Orwellian-ass rule, if you ask me.
Shit. I, for one, work better when I'm high.
All right, "I, for 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?
What the 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.
What 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 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 conversation 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-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 5150, bro.
So this the scary room where y'all kill niggas?
So who we waiting on?
Yo, Hell. What's up with your man?
Y'all fucking with me, right?
Shit.
- How the fuck... - It's what I do, bitch.
Yo, it ain't gotta 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.
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.
Really?
So what you gonna do?
Come on, man! Don't do this!
Yo, I don't even know this nigga!
Ah, shit!
No!
You know why I named you John Henry?
Motherfucker's beating that car up!
Damn.
BJ sure did love that car.
Keep my father's name out your mouth.
Ooh.
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.
Is that a threat?
A prediction.
You ready?
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.
It ain't enough to just kill niggas anymore.
Nah.
Now you've got to kill what they believe in.
This is Oscar?
You know, you asked me once before,
"When does it end?"
Truth is...
it never ends.
Heavy lies the crown.
Watch how I keep it.
Deydey, what the fuck you think you doing?
Get your ass over here!
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.
I said...
"My boy's strong.
My boy's John Henry."
What you gonna do with all that strength, John?
Thank you, John.
♪ 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... ♪
♪ Yo ♪
♪ Yo, put 'em up ♪
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♪ High enough to see My whole city's limits ♪
♪ Silly gimmicks Ain't too many In my city with it ♪
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♪ High enough to see My whole city's limits ♪
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♪ These police Shoot your tooth Right there on the news ♪
♪ Allowing you to hang Then they toss a noose ♪
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