Something's happening in my neighborhood.
There's more money on the streets, more shootings.
It's called "rock."
- What are you doing? - Taking you to school.
You think bringing our child into the middle of this is safe?
I can keep you both clear of the more dangerous parts of it.
Who exactly is Teddy McDonald?
He also went under an alias: "Reed Thompson."
Track him down, you'll find out what happened to my agent.
We might not be able to leave after all.
He threatened to kill me.
I'll go to school.
Come on. I only got one more night left with you. Let's do it.
Oh.
Goddamn!
You taste like pineapples and shit.
What you doing?
Shit, you got your six. It's time for my nine.
- You know if there's any more rock? - Other than my dick?
Yo, you just gonna do me like that?
- Hey, you seen Eva? - She been gone.
Any more rock?
No, I'm fresh out.
What's happened?
You've been sick, ma'am. Awful sick.
- Have I? - Two, three days now, you...
you've been...
Mel?
All right.
Don't stop. Right there, Franklin.
Daddy, close the door.
It's all right, Mel. He just looking for this.
Here. Take it.
I am Edward, prince of tyranny...
...defender of innocent citizens of all planets.
I gained my superpowers when I discovered the sacred...
God! Come on. Come on!
Where's my fucking car?
- I'm gonna kill her. - Goddamn.
Little Melly-Mel, stealing cars now. They grow up so fast.
Oh, her little ass thinks she's slick.
Thinks she's bulletproof 'cause she's going to college,
- ...but she got another thing coming. - Hey, slow down.
Here. Drink.
Come on, big guy.
Attaboy.
All right, so what do we know?
Karina said Eva came in around 2:00 a.m.,
so that mean Mel must have come in, took the keys,
then went out joyriding in my goddamn car.
How have things been at home? You two been arguing a lot recently?
Hey, the last dipshit to raise a 17-year-old
without an argument was Helen Keller's old man, so...
Seeing as how you're not exactly the most agreeable son of a bitch,
maybe she ran away?
Why would she run away now?
I'm supposed to drive her clear across the country this afternoon.
You can't get much farther away unless you had a goddamn boat!
Did she have a boyfriend?
No.
Well, we're already running the APB and running your plates.
- Don't worry. We're gonna find her. - Hell yeah, we're gonna find her.
And then I'm-a kill her.
Yeah. Hello.
Oh, shit. Western and what?
Yeah. Okay. Thanks.
Well, what do you want first,
the good news or the bad news?
- Damn. - Yeah. What do you think?
- Pros did this. - Pros?
Mm-hmm. Like hyenas tearing apart a carcass.
Jesus.
What the fuck is that?
- It's Melody's nail. - Oh, shit.
You know y'all broke my granny front door when y'all raided her apartment.
Jesus.
- I'm so sorry. - No, you not.
She 83. Damn near gave her a heart attack.
- I promise you, that was an accident. - Accident?
Yeah. It's a lot of those around here?
After y'all broke her door, smokers ran up in there, stole her TV.
- Now she can't even watch her stories. - Okay, look, I am truly sorry,
- ...but I'm looking for my daughter. - And I'm looking for my granny TV.
I guess we all looking for shit?
Yeah, I get it. Y'all don't like me.
But that ain't got nothing to do with my daughter.
Hey, cuz. PKs... preachers' kids and pigs' kids.
Them the ones you got to watch out for.
- What's that supposed to mean? - I don't know what to tell you.
All I do know is, if you really knew her,
you damn sure wouldn't be looking for her around here.
That's it. That's it.
Come on.
- Well, it's been four hours. - I'm all right.
- How you doing with that? - You know your brother.
- Tough on the outside, but... - Even tougher on the inside.
Negro, please.
- Well, seriously, how's it going? - They mess with my head.
Supposed to have these with food.
Somebody hurry up with the damn French toast.
- Ah. Yeah. - Come on, man.
They in here making me take pills.
You know how long it took Mona Lisa?
I don't know what that got to do with my breakfast.
Patience is a virtue.
- Don't burn me now. - I got you.
- Okay. - You know who said that?
Probably da Vinci, with his slow ass.
- No. Close. - Thank you, baby.
- Got it. - Yeah.
- I like a lot of syrup. - He just got out of the shower.
He's on his own pace.
Cut me a piece. Come on! Give me a piece.
- That one right there. - Oh, wait.
- Come on, give me a piece. - Okay. Oh, this is good.
- It's good. - What did you put up in here?
The secret's in the Texas toast. Soaks up the syrup.
- Good. - Hey, everybody.
- Late start. - Oh, look at him. Come on in here.
Get you some goodness there.
I finished that book I got from Mrs. Mosley.
. Damn.
- Deep? - Mm-hmm.
And the end, when Freeman killed Dawson...
See? What I tell you?
Black man's dream, white man's nightmare.
Nephew, why you messing with that nonsense?
- You want a real page turner? - Mm.
Iceberg Slim.
I thought you was about to say something.
Franklin, ignore your uncle.
I am. I am. I'm not listening.
- Why you gonna tell him something... - Please.
Sorry to bother y'all this Sunday morning, but I was looking for...
You're looking for one ass whupping. That's what you're looking for.
State your business, Andre.
Mel didn't come home last night.
Was hoping Franklin might know something.
If you could tell me anything, anything at all...
Hey.
Anything at all.
I know if I was leaving to go to college,
after I'd done everything that everybody had ever asked of me,
including holding down a job my senior year, getting all "A" s,
I'd appreciate if my pops cut me a bit of slack.
She stole my car, and I found it stripped.
Looks like signs of a struggle.
You still want to talk about slack?
Look, I'm hoping that you got a better read on where she could be than I do.
I know you all are close.
I'll ask around.
Sorry to bother y'all.
Franklin, find that girl.
I see Sunday starting off with some bullshit already.
That's just fine. The last thing I need
is Andre knocking on my mama front door.
Yeah, that'd be all bad. Where you think she at?
Why everybody think I know where she is?
- 'Cause that's your girl. - Shit.
She ain't been my girl for a minute.
Hey, the first nigga through the door always got a key.
- And Andre know it. - Mm-hmm.
- What? - I know your ignorant ass
ain't about to smoke to no damn gospel music.
You in a glass house, homey. Put your stone down.
- At least I got a spiritual practice. - Shut your ass up.
"Spiritual practice."
You're going to hell.
Eva would've stayed with Mel, we wouldn't be in this shit.
Nigga, don't be bitter she was with Maurice last night and not your ass.
Hey, right here.
- Nigga, you ain't slick. - What you talking 'bout, Lee?
Stay your ass from my chair is what I'm talking about.
Fatback, open the door.
Ha-ha! What up, Saint?
- Mm! - What you doing?
I'm not doing anything.
- Maurice. Where he stay at again? - Mm. Oh. You know Reece.
Pussy.
- Say he does. Where can I find him? - Hmm. Where he at?
There? Over there?
Nigga, don't act like you wasn't following him around
like a fat-ass puppy waiting for him to drop some pussy crumbs.
Damn.
- You act like folks can't change, homey. - Mel ain't come home last night.
Heard she hooked up with Reece.
- Ain't nobody seen her since. - Shit.
All right, matter of fact,
I think he's been staying with his grandmama off Western.
- Thought you ain't know where he was. - No. That ain't for sure, but...
What, you need me to roll up on him, send him a message?
Nah, nothing, like that. Just put the word out.
Anybody find Mel, tell 'em to hold her, page me or Lee.
- All right. - Hey, Saint?
Nigga, don't you see some grown folks talking?
Dang. Stall me out, Lee.
You got something to say, Eager Kid, say it.
- Hold on, why you calling me eager, man? - 'Cause you fucking eager, nigga, speak.
- I saw her this morning with Wanda. - Wanda who?
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Wanda Bell. Don't Tell-Ass Wanda? - Yeah.
What were they doing?
I don't know, they just got in a car together.
- What time? - It was like, like 7:30.
You mean to tell me you saw Mel get in a car with Wanda
- ...at 7:30 in the fucking morning? - Yes.
Come on.
Stupid.
Damn. If Mel with Wanda, that only mean one thing.
Rock.
- What's so funny? - Come on, man, we talking about Mel.
- Yeah, we also talking about rock. - Yeah, but M... Mel ain't Wanda.
What you saying? Is Wanda going to Spelman?
- Shit, is Mel? - Look, let's just find her, all right?
You think Mel too good to smoke rock?
You think Eva's too good to smoke rock?
Eva's ass ain't with Wanda. Eva went to church this morning.
That's what I'm saying. Eva and Mel are strong, and that's why they're friends.
Wanda, she's always been fucking weak.
I called Wanda everything but a child of God,
but one thing she ain't is weak.
What you think, we making all this money 'cause this shit ain't addictive?
Once the rock get ahold of they ass, the person you knew, they gone.
- Slave to the pipe now. - Look,
I know you've been through it with Wanda. I know that she's real to you.
Me?
I know that shit hurt you, but you got to get over it.
- 'Cause Wanda's gone. - Yeah, and if Mel is with her ass,
then she gone, too.
Well, maybe you're right. Maybe I ain't over her.
But you're lucky I'm not, 'cause maybe I know where to find Wanda.
Look, nigga, I already know you've been fucking her,
so that means you know exactly where the fuck she at.
Nigga, ain't nobody fucking no smokers.
Shit, and even if I was, I ain't telling your punk ass shit!
Goddamn. You Westside niggas sure got a problem
with keeping y'all bitches in line.
This ain't about no bitch. Mel's pops is LAPD.
Find her before he does and having a cop owe us a favor,
that's just good business.
Hey, Bootsy, tell these niggas how you be getting ahold of Wanda.
How many times I got to tell y'all?
Ain't nobody still fucking with no Wanda.
Nigga, you lying. Everybody know Wanda be humming the alphabet
when she sucking dick.
And I'll be damned if your ass ain't been strolling
in this motherfucker, humming on the regular.
Sound like one of them niggas Sesame Street.
Nah. Shit, the alphabet was last month.
She be humming "Happy Birthday" now.
- She be humming, nigga? - Don't make me ask you again
where the fuck she at!
I don't know exactly where she be at, a'ight?
But I do know where she cop her rock from.
- Bo and Lamont. - Who they?
Lee, that's your neighborhood, ain't it? Hey, look, don't worry about it.
I make it a point to know all the hustlers, big and small.
I can take you straight to 'em.
Good.
Like, trust me, if I would've known how bad you had it for Wanda,
I would've never let Bootsy put his hands on her.
- Fuck you talking 'bout? - I'm just saying, bro.
I think a man should never put his hands on a woman.
Nigga like me... I'm just saying.
I just follow orders.
Franklin say get rid of her, that's what I'm-a do.
How I'm supposed to know Bootsy gonna take it that far?
Shit, one thing about Wanda is she tough. She know how to take a punch.
You ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?
Not really. Hey, Drew, how you know these folks again?
I don't.
Oh, shit.
Fuck.
Hey, nigga, why you banging on my door like you the motherfucking police?
- You Bo or Lamont? - I ain't nobody unless you buying.
You know who I am?
- Shit. Okay, I got you. - We're looking for two girls.
One of 'em might've had this sweatshirt on.
The other one's Wanda. We know she gets her rock from y'all.
Who the fuck is Wanda?
Brown skin. She got big lips. She probably ain't got no money.
She be singing ABCs.
Oh. You talking about Wanda Wonder.
Yeah. Yeah, she was up here earlier with some other broke bitch.
- What'd the other girl look like? - Cute.
Cute? Nigga, that bitch was fine as shit.
Slim, long hair, about five-six?
Yeah, something like that.
- Was she bleeding? - Nah.
- Where they at? - Mm. Aw, shit.
Let me find out y'all niggas up here tripping over some bitches.
Man, come on.
This ain't no fucking game, nigga! He asked you a question.
Nigga, fuck you.
Where the fuck they at, nigga?
- Speak, nigga! - Y'all steal any cars today?
- Nigga, we hustlers, a'ight? - Nigga, that's my granny purse.
- Leon, shoot this motherfucker. - Whoa-whoa-whoa, wait-wait...
Just put that shit down and-and let me explain.
- Explain! - Hey, Saint!
Saint.
What's up?
- Leon, let's go. They found her. - She all right?
No.
Checking in with our morning traffic report.
...all major commuter routes, including the 405 and 10 freeways.
It seems that Mayor Bradley's plan to increase public transit
and the fact that many people have simply stayed off the road
has paid off in a big way.
- Hey, Mel! What you doing here? - What?
- Looking for $20 worth of rock. - Shit! $20?
- Shit. - What you doing?
- That's all? - Wanda, no.
Ooh. This is nice. This real leather?
Hello? What do you want, Wanda?
Oh, these niggas, they-they stingy with the rock.
I know somewhere we can get more for our money.
-We? We.
Wanda, everybody know you ain't got no damn money.
Nah, nah, see, my cousin, he owe me $20, so, then,
we gonna have $40 soon as you take me to go get it.
- Come on. - Shit.
- It better not be far. - No.
- Right around the corner. - Damn.
Look at Keisha. Hey, Keisha!
Cool, cool, cool.
That's why I don't fuck with niggas from Long Beach no more.
Hey, just stop right here. It's this house right here.
- Damn. - Who would've thought?
Wanda Bell and Pretty Girl Mel.
Wanda. I'm only gonna say this once. Don't play with me or my money.
Don't play you? Girl, I thought we was girls.
You thought wrong. This is a simple transaction.
- So you ain't gonna smoke with me? - No, Wanda, I got shit to do.
Okay, so, then I'm gonna take your $20,
then run in my cousin's house and get my $20,
then we gonna have $40, and then we can run to this spot
and cop and have enough rock for the day!
As fun as that sounds, I'm going to college today.
College? Where you going, CSUN?
- Spelman. - Damn! That's far as shit!
You know, my aunt went there, it.
Look, I am just grabbing some to take with me
so I can party like I'm still at home.
Thank you. Okay, so I'm gonna be right back. Don't go nowhere.
- I'll be right back. - Oh, my God!
Shit.
- Goddamn, girl. You cute as shit. - Yeah!
- Kick rocks, get the fuck out the car. - Whoa... wait, wait.
- Get the fuck out the car. - No, wait, wait!
Wait, no, wait, wait, please! Come on, this is my daddy's car.
- Shit, fuck him. - Please don't take... No.
Wait, let's talk about this. Don't take my daddy's car.
- You'll be all right. - No, no! No, no! Stop! Shit!
Fuck! Oh, my God, he's gonna...
Relax, girl, they always play like that.
Ain't nobody play like that, Wanda!
Bitch, your daddy the police. You really think they dumb enough to steal his car?
Fuck. Fuck. Where the hell you get that?!
- My cousins. - Your cousins?
- Damn, you slow. - You said your cousins owed you money,
and we had to get the rock from somewhere else. Fuck!
Bitch, you want to play 20 questions, or you want to smoke this rock?
Ain't nobody trying to smoke right now, Wanda! Damn!
Girl, you ain't making no sense at all.
My daddy gonna kill me. He gonna whup my ass.
- Fuck. - At least he can't kill you twice.
Damn. Ain't nobody trying to smoke that.
- Shit! - Look, we gonna chill out and smoke,
and by the time we finish, they gonna come back and we gonna be done.
Shut up! If you don't shut the fuck up, Wanda...
- Probably went to get some Fatburger. - Man, ain't nobody...
I'm only gonna ask one more time. Get high with me.
Fuck.
You still high?
That's a nice-ass necklace.
My mama gave it to me.
- Is it real? - Yeah, it's real. My mama had class.
- I'm thirsty. - Me, too.
You sure you ain't got no more money?
No.
But I do know a place free food.
Can we smoke there? Is it heaven?
Yeah, bitch, let's go.
Get my lighter.
Damn! This place is big as shit when it's empty.
- What size shoe you wear? - Six.
- Bitch, ain't no way you wear a six. - Eight and a half.
- Eight and a half. Right there. - First things first.
It's like you looked into my soul.
This is, like, the greatest day of my life.
We can come whenever you want. As long as it's before 5:00.
What happened to that last rock?
I think we smoked it.
Look, Mel, it's been fun and all,
really, but I'm-a need you to come up off of that necklace.
What?
What the fuck is your problem?
No, Wanda, that's my mama's necklace...
Get the fuck up out of here, Wanda. This shit faker than a three-dollar bill.
No, no, no, this is real gold.
- I'll give you a rock for it. - A rock?! Man, come on, man.
You know how good this'll look around your girl neck.
- Come on! Oh... - I said I'll give you a rock.
- I can call you at this number, right? - Fuck you!
Okay, baby, I'll call you, I'll call you.
So, what's up, Mel?
What the fuck you gon...?
Give me the fucking necklace.
Hey, homey...
I'm sorry. I didn't want this shit to be true.
You sure it's her?
Go get your girl, Saint.
Close the fucking door.
- Mel. - Franklin?
Franklin! I'm so happy to see you.
Oh, I like it when you take charge.
Oh, Franklin... Whoa. Whoa. Franklin.
Where we going?
- We're going home. - Why are we gonna go home?
I was having fun. Franklin, Franklin, I miss you.
I missed you so much. Oh! Oh! Bye, girl!
Ooh, I like to touch.
What? Lee?
What up, Lee? You came to see me, too?
Oh. Damn. I forgot something. I'll be right back.
- No, no. - Franklin, wait! Why don't you relax?
- You're coming with us. That's out. - Baby, why don't you just relax?
Wait. Wait. Hey! Fuck! Let me go back!
Franklin, let me go back!
Why don't you... Franklin! What the fuck is your problem! No!
- Get in the fucking... - Damn!
What the fuck is your problem? Franklin, fuck!
You never let me have any fucking fun!
Hate this shit!
You never let me have any fun in here!
You never let me have any fun.
Are you mad?
You mad at me now. I'm in trouble.
You're a fucking asshole, Franklin.
Muévese.
Run away with me.
With the duffel bags or without?
You're serious?
- Do you remember our first date? - What?
- Don't do that. - You take me horseback riding
in...
except you don't want to horseback-ride.
The horse was crazy. It wouldn't listen to anyone.
- In English or in Persian. - You decide to follow behind on foot.
In my defense, no one told me that horses kick backwards.
Who doesn't know horses kick backwards?
Goddamn thing could've killed me.
And despite having a bruised sternum...
when you realized I'd been thrown off...
- You were overwrought. - Overwrought?
That's not my way.
Oh...
For weeks I couldn't figure out if it was, sexist or...
if you were the nicest guy I'd ever met.
And after...
a few months...
I didn't care.
Because I was in love.
After everything we've been through,
I didn't think I could feel like that again.
I was wrong.
You said you want it all.
Well, I'm offering you the chance to have it all.
Me, Paul... us.
And the job, of course.
Just not here.
Yeah, but I can't leave here, Jules, you know that.
I think you can, Teddy.
Money for the Contras is pouring in.
The arms sale in Taiwan. Cash from the Middle East.
The Saudis alone are contributing a million dollars a month.
You've done enough here. You've risked enough.
Shit, Teddy.
There are other ways to serve.
Like where?
You know Spelman is named after a white woman?
Rockefeller's wife.
Thanks for the ride.
So... I guess this is it, hmm?
At least until Christmas break.
What happened to your necklace?
I must have lost it at the party.
Hey, you gonna miss me?
Jesus Christ.
Hey, Mel, hey!
Hey. Oh, my God, Jesus Christ. Oh, you had me worried sick.
- Are you okay? - I'm okay. Can we talk about this later?
Hell no, we can't talk about it later.
Daddy, I'm tired. I have a headache and I just need some rest.
The fuck?
Where did you find her?
If I was you...
I wouldn't let that girl out of my sight.
What the fuck just happened?
Hold on.
Hey! What the hell is that supposed to mean?
It means I don't want to talk about it.
Don't want to talk about it?
Mel. Melody.
What happened? Is she okay?
No.
She on the rock now.
Melody Nicole Wright.
You'd better answer me when I'm talking to you.
Daddy, where's my fucking money?!