Trespass Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Trespass Script


  

  

 

                   

[Gunshots]



 

                   

Check the replay.

Slow-mo.



 

                   

I told you that motherfucker

was scandalous.



 

                   

Now we get

to break him off some.



 

                   

He wouldn't have did it if he

didn't have somebody in Houston

to help him get that package.



 

                   

I wanna know who it is.



 

                   

Wickey, set it up for Saturday.

I wanna do it someplace way out,

where nobody is, off the track.



 

                   

I got just the ticket, K.J.



 

                   

[Grunting]



  

                   

- Stay back.

- Shit!



  

                   

Here! I stole

from Jesus Christ. I hid it!



  

                   

Fifth floor, my apartment.

I never told. Here, take it.



  

                   

Take it!

Save my soul!

Take it easy, we'll get ya out.



  

                   

Come on!

Oh, forgive me, Jesus!



  

                   

- We're tryin' to save your life!

- [Screaming]



  

                   

God! Agh!



  

                   

[Beeping]



  

                   

[Beeping Continues]



  

                   

[Fire Truck Horn Blowing]



  

                   

Hey, Don, remember what

that old guy said about

burnin' in hell and all?



  

                   

This envelope here.

I've been goin' through it,

fillin' out the report.



  

                   

I think I figured out what

he meant. It's pretty wild.



  

                   

"Orgill Brothers and Company.

Eugene Delong Employee I.D. Card."



  

                   

Eugene Delong was

the old man. Read this.



  

                   

"St. Louis Herald,

February   rd,     .



  

                   

"Catholic Church

Looted And Vandalized.



  

                   

"Thieves broke into

St. Anthony's Church

last night...



  

                   

"and made off with a fortune

in religious articles.



  

                   

Objects, most of which

were pure gold, were on

special exhibit from Europe."



  

                   

It's gold, solid gold.



  

                   

SweetJesus.



  

                   

I think it was old Eugene

that robbed this church.



  

                   

Shoot, I'd say there

ain't no question about it.



  

                   

Wejust solved a crime,

a   -year-old crime.



  

                   

Wow, that's pretty wild.

Hey, Vince.



  

                   

I think our ship

just come in.



  

                   

This, my friend,

is a treasure map.



  

                   

[Country]



  

                   

[Don]

All I'm saying is, come Saturday

why not drive to East St. Louis,



  

                   

find this factory

and take a look around?



  

                   

I got a metal detector at home.

This buddy and I used to go

prospectin' with it.



  

                   

We bring some tools.

We check out the floor.



  

                   

If there ain't nothin' there,

it ain't no loss.



  

                   

If there is, like I said,

why not?



  

                   

Because it's crazy, Don.

We can't walk in a factory

and rip up their floor.



  

                   

I already called information.

There ain't no listin'

for Orgill Brothers Company.



  

                   

They're outta business.

Don, the deal is

the guy robbed a church.



  

                   

Even if the stuff

was still there, we couldn't

just take it for ourselves.



  

                   

Why not?

Statute of limitations

on burglary is what,



  

                   

ten, fifteen years max.



  

                   

Well, I mean, they

probably already collected

on the insurance anyhow.



  

                   

You bet your ass

they did.



  

                   

It's a million dollars

in gold, Vince.



  

                   

It could be just layin' there

waitin' for us. This could be

the greatest thing we ever did.



  

                   

Dd



  

                   

I'm pretty sure we head south

once we get over the bridge.



  

                   

That's East St. Louis

over there on the left.



  

                   

Orgill Brothers should be

about a mile south of town.



  

                   

South it is, pard'.



  

                   

Hey, you tell your girl

where we're goin' today?

You kidding?



  

                   

I don't want her to think

I'm completely nuts.



  

                   

I told her we were goin'

on a department field exercise.



  

                   

Oh, so it's serious

between you two, huh?



  

                   

Weddin' bells?

Yeah, maybe.



  

                   

We've been gettin' along

pretty good lately.

She's been real nice.



  

                   

I hope you have

better luck than I did.



  

                   

What happened with you two?

Just couldn't get along?



  

                   

Yeah, I guess

that about explains it.

What the hell ya gonna do?



  

                   

At least we didn't have kids.

Hey, remember what I said

about keepin' quiet...



  

                   

if we score so

the I.R.S. Don't find out?



  

                   

That goes double for Becky.



  

                   

I don't want her gettin' her hands

on my share, not one thin dime.



  

                   

[Don]

Don't look like nobody

lives there, does it?



  

                   

I guess that figures.

We're about a mile

off the highway...



  

                   

and close to two miles

outside of town.



  

                   

That means if we find it,

we don't have to cut anybody in.



  

                   

Let's see.



  

                   

Old Eugene's map has got it

between these two others.



  

                   

I'd make it that building

there with the fire escape.

Fifth floor, right?



  

                   

Yeah.

That'd be where

those arch windows are.



  

                   

Ain't gonna leave it

parked out here though.



  

                   

Somebody comes along,

the vandal's gonna have

a field day with this thing.



  

                   

Let's pull around back.

See if we can park

out of sight.



  

                   

We'll have to cut through

the basement of that

buildin' back there.



  

                   

But at least

the truck'll be safe.



  

                   

Goddamn. You always

drive around packin'?



  

                   

Like the man says,

"Don't leave home without it."



  

                   

Especially when you

go to East St. Louis.



  

                   

I figure Eugene's tenement's

just the other side

of that buildin' behind us.



  

                   

All we gotta do is

find the fifth floor.



  

                   

Vince, old buddy,

let's get rich.



  

                   

Let's cut on

through here.



  

                   

When I was a kid, I loved

breakin' in empty buildings

and goin' explorin'.



  

                   

I always wanted

to find some lost

treasure or dead body...



  

                   

or a ghost so I could get my

picture in the local paper.



  

                   

"Local kid finds

JesseJames' gun."

Be a big hero.



  

                   

Yes, sir, when I was ten,

I'd have thought this was

the greatest place on Earth.



  

                   

When we find that gold,

it will be.



  

                   

I'll tell you one thing,

guys that built this place

sure knew construction.



   

                   

It's like the damn pyramids,

gonna outlast all of us.



   

                   

Here, let's try

on up this way.



   

                   

Careful, step's loose.



   

                   

Man, this place

is really wild.



   

                   

All these stairways

and passages.



   

                   

No wonder old Eugene

had to draw himself a map.



   

                   

[Indistinct Creaking]

Hey, you hear that?

What do you think it is?



   

                   

Shh.



   

                   

[Creaking Continues]



   

                   

Behind this door.



   

                   

[Creaking Continues]



   

                   

Jesus Christ.

Oh, God, that stinks.



   

                   

Oh, God, oh.

[Coughing]



   

                   

What was that you

said about wantin'

to find a body?



   

                   

What the hell

happened to his face?



   

                   

Rats must have chewed it.

His hands too.



   

                   

God, that's rank.



   

                   

Look, poor bastard even had

his shoes on the wrong feet.



   

                   

Yeah. Draft in here

is makin' the body swing.



   

                   

Come on,

let's close this up.



   

                   

I guess

we gotta report this.



   

                   

We better find some

local cop and tell him...

Hey, bullshit.



   

                   

This ain't none of our business.

East St. Louis cops can solve

their own damn cases.



   

                   

How long you think that

guy's been hangin' there?

Couple of months maybe.



   

                   

Maybe a little more.

Suicide, I figure.



   

                   

Suicide? How do you

know it wasn't murder?



   

                   

Nobody murders somebody

by hanging 'em.



   

                   

Yeah, but people that kill

themselves like to be found.

They leave notes or somethin'.



   

                   

What if it was murder?

You've been watching

too much TV, Vince.



   

                   

You're beginnin'

to sound like Geraldo.



   

                   

All I'm sayin' is,

I think we oughta report it.



   

                   

Look, I didn't come all

the way up here to worry

about some old stiff...



   

                   

who's probably

been dead for months.



   

                   

You want to report it,

fine. But let's report

it on the way home.



   

                   

I mean, the guy

ain't goin' anywhere.



   

                   

Okay. Okay,

I guess you're right.



   

                   

Damn right I'm right.

I'll tell ya something else

I'm right about.



   

                   

This is the fifth floor

and behind that door...



   

                   

that's where Eugene

stashed his gold.



   

                   

What'd I tell you, Vince?



   

                   

This vestibule must lead

to where the apartments were.



   

                   

I'd say old Eugene knew

what he was talkin' about.



   

                   

Hey, look at that.



   

                   

Peep slot.

Old-fashioned security.



   

                   

We're gonna find that gold.

I'm tellin' you

I can smell it.



   

                   

All right now, here we are.

We're back from

the third window.



   

                   

I'd make that one the third.

So maybe 'round there, huh?



   

                   

Let's find out.



   

                   

[Beeping]



   

                   

[Beeping Increasing]



   

                   

There it is, Vince.

I told ya.



   

                   

Didn't I tell ya it

was gonna be here?

Stand back.



   

                   

Go on. Go on.



   

                   

Hit that thing.



   

                   

Come on, Vince.

[Laughing]



   

                   

I knew we was

gonna find it.

Come on!



   

                   

Shit! Just some pipe

and an old junction box.



   

                   

You know, we're probably gonna

find lots of this kind of stuff.



   

                   

Maybe this is gonna take

longer than we thought.



   

                   

I'm gonna keep scannin'

the floor. If I get

a signal, you dig it up.



   

                   

If you see anything,

you let me know.

Okay.



   

                   

Hey, how come

you get the easy job?



   

                   

It's my metal detector.

Shi...



   

                   

[Indistinct Rap]



   

                   

Dd



   

                   

Whose wheels, man?

I don't know.



   

                   

I'm gonna drive

all around this place...



   

                   

and I better not see any

more cars other than

Wickey's, right?



   

                   

Why are you goin' off on me,

Goose? I don't know

whose car that is, all right?



   

                   

Give me a break.

All right, Lucky.



   

                   

Don't let this

be no okey-doke.



   

                   

[Grunting]



   

                   

Hey, Don,

find anything?



   

                   

Just some more damn pipe.



   

                   

I'm gonna check

on through there.



   

                   

Yeah, you do that.



   

                   

Don! Goddamn!

Get him off me.



   

                   

Don.!

Freeze, asshole.



   

                   

Don't shoot me!

Don't shoot me!

Get up! Get up!



   

                   

What the hell you doin'

jumpin' him like that?

I piss on him.



   

                   

I thought

he was a crackhead

tryin'to steal my money.



   

                   

Who are you? Talk.!

It's my money.!

It's all the money I got.!



   

                   

What are you doin' here?

I live here.

What you think, dumb ass?



   

                   

I've been hidin'

ever since you come.

What's your name?



   

                   

Bradlee.

Guess what, Mr Bradlee?

You're trespassin' here.



   

                   

You're full of shit.

Don't nobody own

these old buildings.



   

                   

I got a good mind to take

you down and bust you.

Give me a break!



   

                   

You ain't gonna

bust me for nothin'.

I oughta run your ass in.



   

                   

I ain't gonna give you a break.

I'm gonna take you down.



   

                   

[Bradlee]

Get your fuckin'hands off me, man.!



   

                   

Get up!

As soon as I do,

I'm gonna kick your butt!



   

                   

I'm gonna blow

your fuckin' head off!

You got no right to be messin...



   

                   

Get in there!

Sit down!



   

                   

You got no right to be

treatin' me like this!

Who do you think you are?



   

                   

Now, cover him.

You know how to use this thing?

What are you askin' me for?



   

                   

Do you know

how to use it?

Of course I know.



   

                   

I was four fuckin' years

in the State Guard, but I

don't want any part of this.



   

                   

You're already part of it.

Take it and keep him covered.



   

                   

Take it!



   

                   

Look, Don, he's just an old

tramp. I don't see why

we just can't let him go.



   

                   

What, so he can come

back with the cops and a

whole bunch of his friends?



   

                   

Hey, man, I ain't

goin' back to no cops.

I ain't goin' to no cops!



   

                   

I don't care

what you're doin'here.

I don't know nothin;



   

                   

- Cross your hands. Cross 'em!

- We're gettin' in awful deep.



   

                   

I thought we agreed.

We found somebody here,

we cut 'em in on it.



   

                   

I say he ain't

entitled to jack shit.



   

                   

You wanna cut him into

your share, you go right away.

Share of what?



   

                   

What you gray boys

cookin' up?

Keep your mouth shut, old man.



   

                   

Now you listen to me,

Vince.



   

                   

I got mortgage

payments on a house

I just got kicked out of,



   

                   

plus my own rent money

which they just jacked up on me,



   

                   

plus fuckin' taxes that get

higher every fuckin' year...



   

                   

just so that guys

like him can keep eatin'

without doin' any work.



   

                   

Now if that loot is here,

buddy, I want it.



   

                   

And I'm not gonna share it

with some old bum.



   

                   

[Clicking]



   

                   

Look, I...

I don't like this at all.



   

                   

But you don't have to worry,

'cause nobody's gonna hurt ya,

I promise.



   

                   

What right you got

to come bustin' in here,



   

                   

messin' with a man's shit

and fuck it all up?



   

                   

Look what you done

to my floor.



   

                   

How am I gonna live here?

Just look what you done.

I said I was sorry.



   

                   

Look, I'll make it up to ya,

all right?



   

                   

Here's    bucks, okay?

   bucks!



   

                   

What, you gonna give me

a mule too? Fuck you.



   

                   

Shit, if you don't want it,

I'll keep it.

We... Well.



   

                   

Yeah, wait, I'll take it.



   

                   

[Grunting]



   

                   

[Indistinct Noise]

[Pick Pounding]



   

                   

Don! Don!

Somebody's comin'!



   

                   

[Indistinct Rap]



   

                   

All right, he makes any noise,

you shut him up.



   

                   

How am I supposed

to do that?

Oh, shit.



   

                   

He's a tied-up old man.

How hard can it be?



   

                   

Bust him in the face

if he gets outta hand.

Untie me and I'll bust you.



   

                   

Don, I'm not gonna

duke out some crazy old man.

Christ!



   

                   

Will you understand

the fuckin' situation here?

I understand fine.



   

                   

I got two white

motherfuckers breakin'...



   

                   

[Bradlee Muffled]

And you, I'm gonna go

through you like Ex-Lax.



   

                   

[Muffled]



   

                   

[Muffled]

Hey! Come back here!

Fuck you!



   

                   

Hey, Don, this whole deal's

goin' south. Let's get

the hell outta here.



   

                   

I'm not leavin' here

without that gold.



   

                   

You stay here.

I'm gonna take a look around.



   

                   

Anybody else live

in this building?



   

                   

Come on, just shake

your head yes or no.



   

                   

Shit, I gave

you    bucks!

[Muffled]

Fuck you.



   

                   

All right, he'll be

here any minute. Wickey

don't break his word.



   

                   

He better or

I'm gonna kick your crippled

ass back down those stairs.



   

                   

Hey, man, why don't you

relax, Goose? I'm just

tryin' to set things up.



   

                   

[Indistinct Chatter]



   

                   

He's right there.



   

                   

Funny you picked up here.

This is where King James

keeps his stash at.



   

                   

What you talkin' about?

It's right over there

in the air vent.



   

                   

Don't be bullshittin' me.

Man, I ain't.

I'll go get it for you.



   

                   

Yo, whoa, what's up?

You think I'm stupid, Lucky?



   

                   

You think I'm gonna let you

walk over there, put your hand

and pull a piece out on me?



   

                   

Yo, Wickey, keep your snake ass

where I can see ya, all right?



   

                   

[Screaming]



   

                   

- [Screaming]

- Goose!



   

                   

Don't you be gettin'

outta hand now.



   

                   

Lucky's just got a real

nasty sense of humor.



   

                   

Yo, Goose, I think you need to

leave my little brother alone.



   

                   

Come here.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm cool.



   

                   

Turns out the other night

you wasn't alone. Remember

the other night, Goose?



   

                   

One of my boys got killed.

K.J.'s right.



   

                   

Video never lies,

Goose.



   

                   

I was there the whole time

tapin'your punk ass.



   

                   

I don't know what

you're talkin' about.



   

                   

Ain't that amazing? Now

the nigger don't know nothin'.

[Phone Ringing]



   

                   

[Ringing, Beeping]



   

                   

What's up? Yo, Marvin,

I can't talk right now.



   

                   

We're gonna handle that

business, but not right now.

I'm in the middle of somethin'.



   

                   

Call me back, man.

Yeah, later.



   

                   

What the hell's

goin' on up there?



   

                   

Where's Don?



   

                   

Y'all makin' a big mistake.



   

                   

I don't know nothin'

about nobody gettin' offed.



   

                   

I don't think so, bitch.

You're the one made

the mistake, motherfucker.



   

                   

[Goose]

Hey, KJ., you got

to slow this shit down.



   

                   

This situation does

have an explanation.



   

                   

Now, who you

been workin' for, man?

Who you sold us out to, punk?



   

                   

Why are you

sweatin' me, man, huh?

You can kiss my black ass.



   

                   

Now get on your little

phone and run tell that.



   

                   

[KJ.]

You ain't gonna make

this easy, huh?



   

                   

[Goose] No,

this ain't gonna be easy.



   

                   

Yo, Cletus, let's show

this man your shoes.



   

                   

Be real fucked up

if he had to use 'em on you.



   

                   

Stomp a mud hole on that

ugly-ass face of yours.



   

                   

[Growling]



   

                   

[Screaming]



   

                   

Goddamn.



   

                   

Hey, motherfucker!

What the fuck you doin'?



   

                   

I said, what you doin'?



   

                   

Nothin'.



   

                   

Cool, it works.

Watch out, man, watch out.



   

                   

I thought...

You thought what?



   

                   

I saw... I saw

your friend fall.



   

                   

Nigger wasn't my friend.

Who are you, man?

What you doin' here?



   

                   

Huh?

What the fuck you

lookin' at me for?



   

                   

The man asked you

a question. What the

hell are you doin' here?



   

                   

Nothin', I'm just here.

I'm not lookin' for trouble.



   

                   

Is that right?

You fuckin' with us,

white boy?



   

                   

No, man, like I said,

I'm not lookin' for trouble.

Bullshit.!



   

                   

I'm gonna ask one more time.

What the fuck you doin'?

He's spying.



   

                   

I'm not spyin'.

I don't wanna get in the

middle of no big gang hassle.



   

                   

Gang? You think we're

some big punk-ass gang?



   

                   

I'm a businessman.

These are my associates.



   

                   

Whatever you say, man,

no problem.



   

                   

Back off!

All of ya!



   

                   

Get outta here, or I'll

blow his fuckin'head off!



   

                   

Don! Don!

Come on!



   

                   

[Don]

Back off! You clear outta

here, or I'll kill him.!



   

                   

I swear I will!

[Indistinct Shouting]

K.J.!



   

                   

Hurry, Don!

Come on, man!

Make a run for it!



   

                   

I mean it, man!

Back off!



   

                   

Don't shoot!

He's got Lucky, man!

Don't shoot!



   

                   

[Gunfire]



   

                   

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!



   

                   

Hold your fire!

I'll blow his head off!



   

                   

[KJ.]

Stop.! Stop shootin; man.!

Stop shootin;!



   

                   

Fuck!



   

                   

Don.!

Jesus Christ.!

We gotta get out.



   

                   

The fire escape,

the window. Go!



   

                   

Savon, go downstairs.

Make sure nobody's tryin'

to get out the window.



   

                   

All right.

[KJ.]

Calm down. No more shootin;



   

                   

What you want?

Come on, stand up.



   

                   

Have you got a weapon?

Huh?

I ain't got nothin'!



   

                   

You got a weapon?

I ain't got nothin'!



   

                   

Huh?

Don't fuck with me, man.

I ain't got shit.



   

                   

Yeah, what's this?



   

                   

[Beeping, Ringing]



   

                   

[Ringing]



   

                   

Yo, Savon?

Yeah?



   

                   

What was that?

That was me.



   

                   

I blasted at him

tryin' to come down

the fire escape.



   

                   

Get him?

Nah.



   

                   

All right, stay posted

down there. No more

shootin' unless I tell ya.



   

                   

I don't wanna spook 'em

any more than they already are.



   

                   

All right, all right.



   

                   

Shit.

Goddamn it, Vince.



   

                   

Why didn't you stay put

like I said?



   

                   

'Cause I thought

you were in trouble, that's why.



   

                   

Where the hell did you

go all that time? Shit!



   

                   

All right, Cletus, Wickey,

let's try this door.



   

                   

They got Lucky in there.

They're probably tryin'

to get out the back way.



   

                   

[Wickey]

All right, cool.

Come on.



   

                   

[Phone Ringing]

Shit!



   

                   

[Ringing Continues]



   

                   

Now back off, all of ya!

You come any closer,

he's a dead man!



   

                   

Go on, get back.

Get back.

[Ringing continues]



   

                   

Yeah? Marvin, goddamn it!

This ain't the time!



   

                   

I got some problems right now.

Yeah, we're gonna handle

business on that package.



   

                   

But I gotta get back

with your ass.



   

                   

Wickey, you know your way around

here. Any other way out beside

the door and fire escape?



   

                   

Hell, no. There

ain't no other way out.



   

                   

All right, check this out.

Cletus, go downstairs.

Get rid of Goose's body.



   

                   

Then go to the car,

get the M-  . But go out

the same way we came in.



   

                   

I don't want nobody to see us,

all right? Go on, man,

get the fuck out.



   

                   

Yo, hey in there,

how do we know Lucky's okay?



   

                   

Tell him.



   

                   

Hey, man, I'm cool,

but this motherfucker's crazy.



   

                   

Don't worry about it, man.

We're gonna get you outta there.



   

                   

Check his fanny pack

down on the floor.

See if he's got a gun.



   

                   

I told you

I ain't strapped.

Shut up.



   

                   

Anything?

Don, this guy's

some kind of dope addict.



   

                   

Figures!



   

                   

All right, cut me

two six-foot lengths

of that rope in my bag.



   

                   

Come on, move.



   

                   

Wickey, go down there,

use Savon's phone.



   

                   

Call up Luther, Moon

and Davis and tell 'em to get

their ass over here right now.



   

                   

- You got it.

- Yo, also call up Raymond.



   

                   

Tell him I need some

of that goddamn heavy

artillery he's got.



   

                   

Raymond?

You sure you want him

in on this?



   

                   

Yeah, goddamn it! Don't give

me no more fuckin' shit.



   

                   

Get that goddamn camera

outta my face.



   

                   

Von, give me your phone.

For what?



   

                   

K.J. Wants Raymond here.

Finally got some guns

comin' up here.



   

                   

Shit's gettin' hectic.

[Beeping]



   

                   

Figure they're the police

up there, man?

Ain't got no fuckin' idea.



   

                   

Hello, Raymond?



   

                   

Your name is Lucky, huh?

I ain't talkin' to you.

I ain't tellin' you shit.



   

                   

[Don]

Fine. Vince.



   

                   

How many did you see out there?

Five. Tie his arm

to that door.



   

                   

There's gonna be

more than that...



   

                   

'cause my big brotherJames

down there, fool,

he's a king around here.



   

                   

He'll spread the word.

Your big brother, huh?



   

                   

That's right. Let me tell

you white boys somethin'.



   

                   

You don't let me go,

he's gonna fry your

motherfuckin' asses.



   

                   

I thought you

weren't talkin'.



   

                   

Hey, James, we got

your kid brother tied

spread-eagle against this door.



   

                   

That means anybody

shoots at the door,

they're gonna kill him.



   

                   

Anybody tries to break it down,

they're gonna rip his arms

outta their sockets. Got that?



   

                   

I hear ya.

Just don't do anything

stupid in there.



   

                   

You gotta tell us, Bradlee, is

there another way outta here?

I don't gotta tell you shit.



   

                   

Goddamn it.



   

                   

Don, these bars

are pretty solid.



   

                   

Hey, Vince.



   

                   

Over here.



   

                   

Vince, that catwalk there

goes out to another building.



   

                   

If we can get to it, there's

gotta be another stairway in

there. We can get to the truck.



   

                   

Yo, Cletus, go on top.

Keep it secure.

I wanna keep 'em boxed in.



   

                   

Go, man.



   

                   

Come on, go.



   

                   

[Don]

Careful.



   

                   

Okay.

[Crashing]



   

                   

- Yo, Lucky! Y'all right?

- Yeah, man, I'm all right.



   

                   

Shit!



   

                   

Fuck that plan.



   

                   

Them motherfuckers

still alive in there?

Yeah!



   

                   

How many in there with ya?

There's three,

but one of'em was tied...



   

                   

He can't talk right now!

Yo, man.

Listen, man.



   

                   

We don't want no trouble.

We just want my brother back.



   

                   

Just let him out.

Why don't you come out?

We could discuss this.



   

                   

You just bring the cops.

We'll discuss it with them!



   

                   

They're drug dealers.

They just threw a guy off the roof.

They ain't gonna call the cops.



   

                   

Yo, man, that ain't

necessary. All we want

is my brother back, man.



   

                   

- All we want is Lucky, man!

- Find me a rag.



   

                   

You heard him. As long as

you got me, they're gonna be

on your asses like glue.



   

                   

They already got the place

surrounded, and my brothers

will be here with more soldiers.



   

                   

Yeah? As long as

we got you, they ain't gonna

be shootin' at us, are they?



   

                   

I ain't scared of shit.

You know why?



   

                   

I've been through three drive-bys,

and I ain't never been hit.



   

                   

Bullets just go around me.

That's why they call me Lucky.



   

                   

Lucky! Motherfucker.



   

                   

Look, all they want

is the kid.



   

                   

Now they know we got a gun.

Maybe if we let him go,

they'll back off!



   

                   

Damn it, Vince.

They want us dead.



   

                   

We're witnesses.

As long as he's alive,

we got a chance.



   

                   

If we let him go, they're

gonna kill us for sure.



   

                   

[Honking]



   

                   

[Indistinct Rap]



   

                   

It's about time

you guys got here.



   

                   

So, what's up?

You got a problem?

Yeah, we got a problem.



   

                   

Shit, three more.

Makes eight of'em.



   

                   

We're screwed, Don.



   

                   

[Footsteps]



   

                   

Hey, yo, K.J.,

Man, what's up?



   

                   

Three white motherfuckers,

they got my kid brother in there.



   

                   

Three?

I didn't see but two.

Lucky said there was three.



   

                   

You get Raymond?

Yeah, man, he'll be here.



   

                   

White motherfuckers?

Down here?

Who are they, the man?



   

                   

Hell, no. They just asked me

for cops. If they want cops,

they can't be cops.



   

                   

[Grunting]

Damn it!



   

                   

Shit.



   

                   

Let me try that Halligan.



   

                   

[Don]

Come on. Here we go.



   

                   

All right.

[Grunting]



   

                   

You fucker!



   

                   

[Grunting]



   

                   

[Indistinct Rap]



   

                   

Shit, another one.

Looks like

some fuckin' pimp.



   

                   

Leave me alone I got posse

bust the bets



   

                   

You better watch me

I gotta do what I gotta do



   

                   

So who the hell is you to

tell me how my song is wrong



   

                   

You don't know

[Beeping]



   

                   

Yo, Wickey, this is Raymond.

Where do you want me to park?



   

                   

What do you

think's goin' on?

Nothin' good.



   

                   

[Laughing]

I think I finally figured out...



   

                   

how you boys are gonna

get a chance to get outta here.



   

                   

Body bags!

[Laughing]



   

                   

[Savon]

Oh, shit. Pussy in the trunk.



   

                   

[KJ.]

Raymond's good for somethin;



   

                   

All right. This shit here

takes out a rat's ass

at     yards.



   

                   

Shit, I'll take that. I was

a sharpshooter in the army.



   

                   

You don't look like

no sharpshooter.

I was the best in my company.



   

                   

Ease back, motherfuckers.

This is mine.

You know what I'm sayin'?



   

                   

[Raymond]

Go, Wickey, dive in there.

I don't need no big-ass gun.



   

                   

Mess up my suit. This right

here will do me just fine.



   

                   

[Raymond Laughing]

All right, all right,

Mr Leader Man.



   

                   

What's your plan?

Come on over here.



   

                   

Them country motherfuckers

was cryin' about the police, right?



   

                   

They want cops?

Give 'em cops.



   

                   

[Raymond Laughing]

Yeah.!



   

                   

[Video Man]

Hello, Officer Friend.

How are you?



   

                   

Hold it, hold it.

Hold it.



   

                   

This ain't gettin' us anywhere.

This place is

too goddamn secure.



   

                   

At least the good news is,

they can't get in either.



   

                   

That means we just sit tight

and wait 'til the cops show up.



   

                   

[Laughing]



   

                   

[Laughing]

What are you

laughin' about?



   

                   

Who's gonna call the cops,

the pigeons or the rats?



   

                   

What about a patrol car?

Don't patrol cars come

around here?



   

                   

Think they'd throw a guy off the

roof in broad daylight if there

was a chance cops would come?



   

                   

Cops ain't comin' by, Vince.

We're on our own here.



   

                   

We got    shells.

I'm gonna take   .

You're gonna take   .



   

                   

That way whoever's

got the gun can reload.



   

                   

Listen, I got an idea.

Why don't we bust down

through this floor...



   

                   

and drop down to the

apartment right below us?



   

                   

That ain't gonna work.

If the layout's the same

as it is up here,



   

                   

we're gonna be stuck

without our hostage.

We'll be dead meat.



   

                   

Bradlee, you ever been

down to the fourth floor?

Is there a back stairway?



   

                   

Fuck you.



   

                   

[Door Opening]



   

                   

Anything happen?

No, all quiet, K.J.



   

                   

Go downstairs, help 'em out.

Tell Wickey to call me up

when he gets it set up.



   

                   

Is this gonna work?

It better.

I'm gettin' tired of this.



   

                   

[Footsteps]



   

                   

Man, those are some

weird, fuckin' footsteps.

What is that?



   

                   

Spikes. One of the guys

was wearin' baseball shoes.

Big son of a bitch.



   

                   

[Phone Ringing]



   

                   

[Ringing Continues]



   

                   

Yeah?

[Video Man]

Savon, what up, man?



   

                   

Shit, we're ready.

Let's just do it.



   

                   

They're gettin' close.



   

                   

This shit's got me pissed off.

Man, this is stupid.



   

                   

[KJ.]

Got everything goin'good,

then two stupid-ass honkies...



   

                   

come up in here

and fuck up everything over

some dumb nigger named Goose...



   

                   

that nobody gives

a fuck about dead or alive.



   

                   

Only thing keepin'

'em alive's my brother.



   

                   

Savon said that's

a bunch of bullshit.



   

                   

Says you and Lucky

ain't even got the same pops.



   

                   

He's my brother, man.

I been takin' care of him ever

since he was born and I was   .



   

                   

All right, man.

We hot, we goin'.



   

                   

[Siren Wailing]



   

                   

Stop, this is the police!

Stop! You there!



   

                   

Nigger! Freeze!



   

                   

Fucker! Spread your legs!

Spread 'em!



   

                   

Take it easy, man.

Gotta make this shit

look real, man.



   

                   

Where you got the dope,

boy?



   

                   

Don, there's a cop

out there!



   

                   

[Cocking]



   

                   

Help! Hey, Don!



   

                   

Get me out!

Someone come back here!



   

                   

Come back!

Get me outta this cha...



   

                   

Shit. Come on.



   

                   

Go.! Go.!

Fuckers, move.!



   

                   

Go!



   

                   

Go!

Go, man!

[Gunfire]



   

                   

Get me the fuck outta here!



   

                   

[Muffled Shouting]



   

                   

Shit. They got Davis.



   

                   

Fuck!



   

                   

[Bradlee]

Come here, you two idiots.!

Come over here.!



   

                   

Bring your asses in here

right now! Move! Move!



   

                   

Get me off this damn floor.!

Come on, get me up offhere.!



   

                   

What the hell?

Move it, both of ya!

Hurry up!



   

                   

What the fuck you tryin'

to do, get me killed?



   

                   

I thought he was a cop.

You stupid peckerwood.

You'd fall for that shit?



   

                   

He was wearin' a uniform!

You're just a stupid,

dumb-ass redneck!



   

                   

You shut your goddamn mouth,

you black son of a bitch.



   

                   

Black son of a bitch?

Fuck you! Kiss my black ass.



   

                   

Goddamn...

Hey! Hey!

Hey!



   

                   

Vince!

If he doesn't shut up,

I'm gonna shut him up.



   

                   

Man, what the fuck was that

bullshit goin' on over there?



   

                   

I told you not to shoot

'til you got a clean shot.



   

                   

You got Davis killed.

Fuck that.



   

                   

It wasn't my fault. It was

that motherfuckin' Luther!



   

                   

It was both you

dumb motherfuckers.

Okay, we fucked up.



   

                   

But you fucked up too.

Ain't none of your shit

worked all day.



   

                   

The point is,

what you gonna do now?



   

                   

I'm gonna go up under them

so they don't dig no tunnel.



   

                   

You need to go

get rid of Davis'body.

I ain't the garbage man.



   

                   

Moon, go get rid of him.

Bullshit. That ain't

my motherfuckin'job.



   

                   

No, Moon, go do it.

At least I know the

shit'll get done right.



   

                   

Now you, you keep this

trigger-happy shit up, you're

gonna get all of us killed.



   

                   

I don't know how.

I ain't the leader.



   

                   

[Beeping]



   

                   

I'm not gettin' anything.



   

                   

It's not gonna work. There

ain't no apartments up there.



   

                   

It's just attic.

No pipes, no plumbin'.



   

                   

And I don't remember seein'

no metal on the floor.



   

                   

Yeah, but shit,

tryin' to pick up metal cleats?



   

                   

[Beeping]



   

                   

Nothin' here.

I'm goin', Vince.



   

                   

Wait a second,

let's stick to the plan.

I'm goin'.



   

                   

If he's down by

that window, he can

still get a shot at you.



   

                   

Just let me keep scannin'

the floor 'til I find him.

That way we'll be sure.



   

                   

All right.

Find him, will ya?



   

                   

What are you guys doin' now?

Where'd you get all this shit from?



   

                   

- Anything yet?

- No, nothing.



   

                   

Man, you know I'm gonna be

there. Raymond ain't gonna

let you down. What you need?



   

                   

- Yo, Raymond?

- Hang on a second, man.



   

                   

I need you to do some

recon for me. Figure out

how them fools got here.



   

                   

- I know they didn't walk.

- I ain't got time to be playin' army...



   

                   

with you trigger-happy motherfuckers.

I got business to take care of.



   

                   

Yo, cancel it.

You're workin' for me now.



   

                   

I'm hirin' you

for the rest of the day.



   

                   

What the fuck you waitin' on?

Get to work, motherfucker.



   

                   

Yo, we're gonna have to

reschedule that thing.



   

                   

[Beeping Increasing]

I got him!



   

                   

- Whereabouts?

- Right over here.



   

                   

All right, I'm goin'.



   

                   

Wait a second.



   

                   

He's movin'.



   

                   

[Beeping Increasing]

Jesus Christ.



   

                   

Give me that.











  

 
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