b*tch a*s (2022)

[bunniefuu]

(spooky piano music)

Good evening.

Welcome to the gamble.

I'm sure you're
all familiar with

the hood horror stories of old,

Blacula, Bones, People
Under the Stairs,

Tales From the Hood,
and (laughs) Candy Man.

But I'm willing to bet
that you've never heard

of this particular story before.

This is the tell of the
first black serial k*ller

to ever don a mask.

His name is b*tch a*s.

This is a story of revenge.

A story of nightmarish tales
in which the stakes are no less

than your very lives.

Are you willing
to play? (laughs)

Good, good. Let the
story begin. (laughs)

(thunder crashes)

(eerie piano music)

(television clicks)
(static crackles)

(eerie suspenseful music)

(sirens wailing)

(woman breathing heavily)
(footsteps thumping)

(dog barking)

(eerie suspenseful music)

Why you running?
(woman screams)

Do you know who I am?

Give me what's in your bag.
- No!

I said give me what's in
your bag and you can go.

No.

- b*tch, you know who I am?
- I don't care.

I'm X, with the
sixth street g*ng.

I don't care.

Girl, you need to learn
some f*cking manners.

(woman spits)

b*tch, you know who I am!
(girl screams)

(punch thuds)

Hey, you ain't gonna
hit me like no b*tch, man.

(punch thuds)

Yo, you just knocked
my f*cking tooth out.

(punch thuds)
(X groans)

Ouch, mother f*ck, get off.

Get off of me!

You know who I'm with?

Sixth street g*ng,
mother f*ck.

Get off me, get
off me. (screams)

(door thuds)

(scary dramatic music)

(high intensity techno music)

(Q breathing heavily)

(puzzle cube clicking)

You're late Q.

Sorry.

You're sorry.

Can anyone tell me what the
deadliest animal in Africa is?

Lion

Tiger

Elephant

No.

What about you, Q?

It's the hippo.

It's the hippo. (laughs)

(claps) That is correct.
Can anybody tell me why?

It is because mother
f*ck underestimate,

the hippo.

You see, all they see is some
cute cuddly fat a*s water cow.

And they get up and
they get too close.

(fist slams on table)

(laughs) You're f*cking dead.

(heart pumping)

Is that what you're doing?
Underestimating me.

No.

That's good, because
underestimating me

can be just as f*cking deadly.

(intense eerie music)

Damn tonight, is y'all's
six, six, six night.

20 years ago today,
it was my initiation.

So, as a little
anniversary celebration,

I got a special
task for the group.

A rich old b*tch down the street

done finally kicked the bucket.

The wicked b*tch is dead.

Back in my day, rumor had it,

she had money and all
types of rich lady sh*t

stashed away in the house.

So, you

are gonna break in

and rob the place.

What, Moo?

If there's money in there,

how come you never
got it before?

Put your hand down.

Robbing old people is f*cked up.

Do you think I'm a monster?

Um no, naw.

But what about her grandson?
Doesn't he still live there?

[Moo] I heard that
guy worships the devil.

Sacrifices animals
and sh*t like this.

Nah, man, he kidnaps
people and eats them.

On some cannibal sh*t.

Little Bobby, Fat Kevin, Cross
eyed Keisha and Lil' Vernon.

And what about X?

He's been missing
for a week and last

anybody's saw him
was over by that house.

Hey, hey, hey,
stop this bull sh*t.

I grew up with that fat f*ck.

Trust me, when I tell
you, he's a b*tch.

I ain't afraid of him.

sh*t, I know you ain't, nephew.

We gonna go in that house.
And we gonna handle that sh*t.

Good,

and when y'all done,

come back here

and I will give you

your first cut.

And then, you will officially

be members of sixth street.

(laughs)

All right, y'all get
the f*ck out of here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold up, Q.

Hey look, man, all
this running late sh*t.

That's got to stop.

Yeah. I'm sorry, Spade.

I had school.

You had school?

Hey, is school putting
money in your pocket?

(suspenseful music)

g*dd*mn, I'm trying
to help you, man,

but you're not making that easy.

You and your moms,
y'all struggling, right?

Damn man, she's working two
jobs?

You want to help her?

Man, you get serious
about this crew,

you could put some real
money in her pocket.

Go ahead.

Yeah, okay, I got it.

All right.
Don't come back till it's done.

Hey, it has been a minute
since X came around.

You know anything?

Naw, nothing yet.
But X, that kid's stupid.

I figured he just got picked
up snatching purses again.

Damn, I told him to stop
doing that petty sh*t.

All right, if you hear
something, you let me know.

I got you.

(apprehensive rap music)

[Tuck] sh*t, I don't
know about y'all.

I can't wait to go to the beach.

Catch some sunsets
and sh*t, ball out.

[Cricket] n*gga, sunsets?

[Tuck] Yeah, so what.

[Cricket] Man with my cut.
I'm trying to marry my girl.

So, if y'all find an engagement
ring in there, give it here.

Ya feel me?

(backpack thuds)
- sh*t, oh, f*ck.

Hey man, why is Q
Ball coming tonight?

Yeah man, he's whack.
Punk's just gonna slow us down.

He's fine.
He with me.

Y'all need to worry
about y'all selves.

You ready?

Bro, I don't know, man.

What you mean, you don't know?

Haven't I always
looked out for you?

Yeah.

Made sure nobody
messing with you.

Yeah.

And when we got
caught shoplifting,

who took the blame for that?

You did.

That's right?

Cause you like a brother
to me, man.

Now I need you to have my back.

Wait, why the locks on
the outside of the house?

Old lady had dementia

and would wonder the streets
in the middle of the night.

Yo, I think I see
something in the window.

You think that's him?

(pager beeps)
- Ah! Oh sh*t!

Relax man.
It's just my pager.

Oh, sh*t, it's my mom.

Hey yo, look, I gotta go.
She's gonna flip out.

I think your momma fine as hell.

sh*t, me too, actually.

Thanks. I guess.

(creepy keyboard music)
- All right, I'm out.

Yo Q, make sure you
be here at midnight.

20 he don't show.

40.

Don't worry. He'll be here.

(eerie screechy music)

(gate squeaks)

(eerie somber music)

(door creeks)

(door clicks)

Mom?

Mom, I thought you quit.

I thought you were
supposed to be home on time.

Mom.

Don't, mom, me.

I want you to explain to me

why I have to page
you to come home.

On 6, 6, 6 night, no less.

You know how dangerous that is?

Sorry, I stopped by
a friend's house and

I lost track of time.

Whose? Tucks?

No, it was.

Quentin.

We're gonna pick this
conversation up later.

Right now, you have company.

Ms. Jacobs.

Quentin, hey, yeah I wanted
to come by and talk to you.

This is delicious, Miss Gatson.

- Oh, call me Marsia.
- Mm

Is this about the scholarship?

Yes.

So I got it?

No.

But, you said I was a shoe-in.

I know, but truth is
I say that to everyone.

Excuse me?

I got to tell them something
to get them to apply.

You understand?

But, there's gotta be
more that I can apply for.

Let's face it.

Your grades are good,
but not great.

It's not like you're
trying to be a doctor.

I am trying to be a doctor.

Oh.

I think it's time you leave.

Before I go, where can
I get the recipe for this?

I bought it at the store.

Ooh, I got to go to
that store. (laughs)

(eerie humming music)

(dishes clanking)

Man, why do I gotta do dishes?

I didn't even eat.

I don't recall that
being a requirement.

Maybe now you can tell me why
you came in my house late.

We talked about this Q.

I do not want you hanging
out with Spade and those

sixth street a*s-holes.

Spade's not a bad guy.
He's just looking out for me.

Okay, that's the way it seems.

But Spade is always
looking out for himself.

No, he's just

I grew up with
people like Spade.

You are not like them.

You are going to college.

Come on mom, you
heard Ms. Jacobs.

Okay, Q.

I'm sorry about
the scholarship baby,

but I don't give a
damn what she said.

Maybe I could just
get a job and you know,

earn some money and
I'll do college later.

No, Quentin,

because later becomes never.

I will figure out a
way to pay for college.

I don't care if I have to
work a third and a fourth job.

I'll take care of it.

Thanks mom.

I love you.

I love you too.

Does this mean I don't
have to put away any dishes?

(both laugh)

I'll tell you what.

I'll play you for it.

- Okay.
- Okay.

All right, let's go.

- 1, 2, 3, sh**t.
- 1, 2, 3, sh**t.

I got you.

Yeah, you know I
let you win, right?

- No you didn't.
- You didn't win.

(eerie humming music)

(jar clanks)

(jar thuds)

Oh sh*t.

(spooky tech music)

I knew your boy
was gonna b*tch out.

sh*t, more money for us.

Shut up, he'll be here.
We good?

Yeah, yeah, I'm just saying.

We ain't got all night.
You know?

You late.

My bad.

You good?

Yeah, I'm good.

If all the windows
and doors are locked,

how are we gonna get in?

Don't trip.
I can pick locks.

No, you can't, f*cking liar.

Of course I can.

I learned it from mom.

Right there.
There's your locked door.

Show me.

No, wait a minute, okay,

maybe we should just
- I got you. I got you.

I got you.

He can pick locks?

Hell no, he can't.
His uncle's in jail.

[Moo] sh*t, ouch.
Ouch, sh*t.

(Cricket, Q and Tuck sigh)

Couldn't pick it.

Stupid a*s.

Let's go around the back.

(eerie suspenseful music)

What's up?

What do you thinks in there?

Who cares?
It's the Gushinson house.

[Cricket] Hey yo, I
think I found a way in.

[Tuck] Come on.

(door squeaks)

Moo, go in there.

Man, what if they got
raccoons in there man.

I don't want rabies.
90% of raccoons got rabies.

That's a fact.

Move.

I'll do it.

(tense suspenseful music)

[Grandma] What is your
new game called again?

It's called Shopopoly.
It's life Monopoly.

But instead of hotels
you buy snacks.

Leave it to you to invent a game

where you get to buy snacks.

(Cecil & Grandma laugh)

Good old snacks.

(dice clanking)

(game piece tapping)

Where did you get this piece?

The museum room.
Grandma, you're hurting me.

That belonged to your Grandpa.

You aren't supposed
to touch them.

I'm sorry, Grandma.

You disobeyed me, Cecil.

No, I said, I said, I'm sorry.

Pain is penance,

and penance

(lighter clicks)

Is a gift to God.

No, no! (screams)

(flame sizzling)

(intense spooky music)

Damn,

look at all the board games.

This some hoarder sh*t.

[Tuck] Nah, this
sh*t is f*cked is up.

[Moo] Woo.

You found something?

Yeah.

What?

Mouse trap.

So.

So we could play it after.

You too stupid to play the game.

(tense dramatic music)

Yo, you find a way out here?

[Q] I think so.
There's some stairs up here.

[Tuck] Watch your a*s.

If you knock anything down,
they're gonna know we down here.

(cards thumping)

(spooky suspenseful music)

Jesus Christ.

Man, I told y'all this
place was creepy.

I bet you they got some
nice plasmas around here.

We ain't here for the TV man.

[Q] So what's the plan?

Cricket, you stay
here on the first floor.

Me and Q gonna go
to the second floor.

And Moo, you go to the basement.

Why the f*ck I gotta
go to the basement

and you get to go upstairs?

Cause I'm the one that got this.

What the f*ck is that?

If his b*tch a*s wakes up,

I'm gonna make sure
he go back down.

Naw, naw I'm out.

You can't leave, uh
uh, we in this now.

Gotcha. (laughs)
It ain't even loaded.

Don't play like that.

Relax, man.
We just having a little fun.

All right. Split up.
Let's get this sh*t done.

(stair creaking)

(eerie somber music)

Hey, you go in there.

Come get me if you anything.

[Moo] Hey Moo, why don't
you go down to the basement?

Why don't you go down
to the basement, b*tch.

Damn, I should have said that.

(light clicks)

Yo.

(plastic crinkling)

What the f*ck?

Huh, this is one creepy
mother f*ck here.

(light thuds)

Tuck?
Cricket is that you?

If that's you, I'm gonna
beat the sh*t out of you.

(scary dramatic music)

Yo, who's there?

(Moo screams)

(door creaks)

(door clicks)

(door creaks)

(door clicks)

I get it.
Y'all like Jesus.

Thou shall not disobey.

Thou shall not swear.

Thou shall not drink.
- [Grandma] The most important

Thou shall not do drugs.

[Grandma] Thou shall not lust.

[Cecil] She's just my friend.

That little trollop means
to corrupt you, Cecil.

Tempt you, and I won't allow it.

No, she's an angel.

Hand me the switch.

Grandma.

The switch.

I, I won't talk to her anymore.

I wish I could
believe that, Cecil.

I really do.

Hand it to me.

Now, take off your shirt.
(music intensifies)

(stick thumps)

This is for your own good.
(stick thumps)

Ahh!
(stick thumps)

(Grandma grunts)
Ahh!

This whole family is crazy.

(suspenseful music)

Whoa.

A black cat?

What they want bad luck?

A dinosaur.

How the f*ck they
get that up in here?

This sh*t is wild.

Come on lady, where'd
you put all the good stuff?

All right.

(paper rustling)

[Moo] Yo, help!
Help!

(suspenseful music)

(chains rattle)

(sinister dramatic music)

Yo, what kind of sh*t
is going on, man?

What you do with X?

Yo, what kind of
sh*t is this man?

Help!

Help!

(lever creaks)

Do you like games?

[Moo] Just let me go.

I call this surgeon.
(electricity crackling)

Remove the body
parts with the tongs.

f*ck you.

Grandma didn't like cursing.

You will get a chance to
play me for your life.

First, with three misses, dies.

No you f*cking ret*rd.

(bones cracking)

Ahh!

I said no cursing.

All right.

I should go first.

(Moo coughs)

- Mm mm. Mm mm.
- Your turn.

All right.

I got it.

(tongs clank)

(electricity buzzing)
(Moo screaming)

I forgot to mention,

don't touch the sides.

Hold up.

Hey, Queen Cricket.

Hey, that's why
b*tches want kick it.

But I'm in this house
looking for some riches.

Man, that was dope.

I gotta remember
to write that down.

(electricity buzzing)

(fast sinister music)

(Moo screaming)

Last round.

(Moo coughs)

(electricity buzzing)

f*ck!

(tongs crashing)

I ain't playing no more.

It seems you have forfeited.

(lever thuds)

(electricity crackles)
(Moo screams)

(intense eerie music)

Thanks for playing.

(punch thuds)

(bell gongs)

(lock clanks)

Psst, rich people and
some fake a*s flowers.

(somber music)

Hold up.

Um, black Jesus,
please don't judge me.

A sister just trying
to get paid. (laughs)

(footsteps thumping)

(sinister dramatic music)
(Cricket mumbling)

(Cricket moaning)

(footsteps clacking)

Did you hear that?

Yeah.

Wait.

Wait, wait.

What?

What do you want me to do?

Just stay here.
I'm gonna go check it out.

(stairs creaking)

Cricket.

Cricket.

(eerie music)

Moo.

Moo?

Man, y'all some cowards.

(stairs squeaking)

What's up?

Nothing.
Those two got spooked

and took off like some b*tches.

They left?

What are we gonna do?

What we came here to do.

We gonna get this money.
Come on.

Come on, man.

(tense menacing music)

(chains rattle)

Help!

Help!

Help!

Why you doing this?

What do you want from me?

To play?

And if I win?

[b*tch a*s] You get to leave.

Deal.

(knives clanking)

Lucky for me,

(block thuds)

This my game.

(sheets rustling)

All right.
Where is this sh*t at?

Yeah, right there.

f*cking jackpot.

(blocks thud)

(giggles) Looks like
they're no more pieces.

Guess it's a tie.

I guess we both leave. (laughs)

There are no ties.

Now we use our hands.

(sinister music)

No.

No, nah I ain't doing that man.

(Cricket gasping)

I'll play.

I'll play. (coughs)

(sinister music intensifies)

No, no, no, god no!
- You lost.

(Cricket screams)

Please, no!
No!

(blood dripping)

(bell gongs)

(eerie suspenseful music)

God.

I mean no disrespect.

(metal clanking)

(hinges squeaking)

This is f*cking junk.

Yeah, this is some
Titanic sh*t right here.

(water dripping)

Q?

You taking a piss, n*gga?

Q?

(tense thrilling music)

Moo.

Moo.

Moo, man.

Wake up.
Wake up.

(door thudding)
(Tuck grunting)

(eerie music)

Junk.

(papers rustling)

I spit somewhere
in your yearbook.

See if you can find it.
Gross.

Hey, b*tch a*s, hope you
drown this summer, Jayden.

k*ll yourself, Juan.

Jesus.

What the f*ck.
Mom, you knew b*tch a*s?

(upbeat music)

[Man] I know him.
I don't know this fool.

Hey, Hey.
Check me out bro.

Hey b*tch a*s, you playing
a little game over there?

(group laughing)

Shaking in his boots.

Hey, hey bro, you heard me?

Hey, why don't you
play with us b*tch a*s?

Are you afraid you're
gonna ruin your little suit?

(group laughing)

This dude.

Hey Cecil, hey.

Forget those guys.

Don't let them bother you.
They're idiots.

(puzzle cube clicks)

What's that?

It's a puzzle cube.

You like games, huh?

Yeah, I do.

I play them all the time
with my grandmother.

So how many games you got?

300.
Maybe more.

Damn, that's a lot of games.

I, I built a game
house in my backyard.

I make my own games
back there and

that's what I want
to go to college for.

That's cool.

(gentle romantic music)

Would you like to come
over and play sometime?

Yeah.
Why not?

Boo.

Jesus.
That's not funny Spade.

Well, if it isn't
the spoiled rich boy

from down the street.

It's it's not like that.

Oh, I don't know, b*tch a*s.

You live in a big house and
your grandma drives a caddy.

Seem pretty f*cking rich to me.

So what's going on here, Marsia?

Nothing, Cecil and I were
just talking about college.

You hear that, Boots?

He plans on leaving
us all behind.

Yo, maybe he thinking about
taking my girl with him.

- Spade it's not like that.
- Let him answer.

Is that what you're thinking?

No, I was asking
her if she wanted to

come over and play sometime.

You know she would never
go out with you, right?

Please stop.

Nah, this n*gga need
to hear the truth.

She wouldn't f*ck you
if you had a $20 bill

hanging out your zipper.

Lincoln couldn't get
your fat a*s laid.

Abraham Lincoln is
on the five actually.

You like school?

Well, I'm about to
teach you a lesson.

Every action has consequences.

(puzzle cube clicking)

Grandma says, thou
shall not steal.

What?

Give it back.

Oh sh*t.

Yo, f*ck him up.
- Yo, you gonna die

you fat f*ck.
(car horn honking)

Ooh, you're lucky
you're b*tch grandma's

here to save your a*s.

See you later, b*tch a*s.

We gonna get that
n*gg*r later, bro.

Yo, why'd you
have to do all that.

Why you with him anyway?

(car door slams)

(ominous music)
(paper rustling)

Holy sh*t.

The crosses. (laughs)

(floor creaks)

Tuck?

Tuck!

Man, where the f*ck you at?

(tense ominous music)

(chains rattle)
(Tuck groans)

Get me the f*ck out of here!

You know who you f*cking with?

Do you know who
you f*cking with?

(drill whirs)
(Tuck screams)

(Tuck breathing heavily)

(chains rattle)

Your turn.

Don't touch the red.

(Tuck groans)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(Tuck groans)

(rope crackling)

Tuck.

Tuck.

(suspenseful music)

(coins rattle)

(intense eerie music)

(coins rattle)

(keys clank)

(door creaks)

Damn it, Q.

(sinister dramatic music)

Tuck, where are you man?

(lid clanks)

(ladder creaks)

(eerie music)
(Tuck groaning)

(ropes crackling)
- Goddammit.

(bricks crash)
(Tuck screams)

(Tuck gurgling)

(pager beeping)

(stick thuds)

(Tuck gurgling)
(Q stammering)

(bricks clanking)

(punches thud)
(breathing heavily)

(Q panting)

(intense eerie music)

[Q] No.

No.

No. no!

No!

Please, stop.
(panic hollering)

(body thuds)

(Q gasping and moaning)

(plastic crinkles)

(music abruptly stops)

(bell gongs)

(beads rattle)
- [Marsia] Where is Spade?

Hey, I told her
not to come in here.

It's all good.

Look who it is.

How can I help you?

Cut the sh*t, Spade.
Where the f*ck is my son?

You have a child?

You know who he is.

Yeah, I do know who he is.

It's too bad.

He is in the middle of
6, 6, 6 night right now.

My god, goddammit.

I told you to stay the
f*ck away from him.

Hey, hey, it is not my fault,

your son doesn't
stay away from me.

He probably needs a
father figure in his life.

Who is his daddy, anyway?

Not you.

I bet his daddy's a bum.

(Boots laughs)

I'd rather a bum
than a wanna be thug.

Hey, who you think
you talking to?

You cage n*gga, back up.
(Spade laughs)

It's all good.

Listen, I'm a, I'm
gonna let that slide.

Cause you and I, we do
have history, right?

But hey, don't forget
who house you in.

Please tell me where my son is.

He is out, robbing
somebody's house right now.

Who's?

You gonna love this sh*t.

Wait for it (laughs)
hold on, b*tch a*s.

Cecil's f*cking house.

I forgot his name was Cecil.

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

Hasn't he suffered enough?

You f*cking pathetic a*s hole.

Who the f*ck you
think you're talking to?

I told you to show me
some f*cking respect.

I decide when somebody
has suffered enough.

I told your boy, b*tch
a*s, we was gonna be back.

And I'm a man of
my f*cking word.

Now, they should have
been back already.

And we was just about
to go check on that.

Would you like to roll?

You just take me
to my f*cking son.

Okay.

Boots, grab that
heat and let's go.

You do see why I like
her though, right?

I don't get it.
That b*tch mean.

It's the bald head.

(suspenseful music)

(Q groans)

(fist thuds)

[Spade] Let's hurry up
and get this kid, man.

Sure nobody in there?

Nope.

Is it locked?

[Boots] Yes.

You know what, just
kick the door in.

Wait, can we knock first?

And say what?

We sent some kids
here to rob you

have you seen them?

Hey, you wanna find Q or not?

Okay, fine.

Just kick it down, man.

Back up.
- Oh.

(door thuds)

[Spade] There it is.

Hey look, I know what
your grandma did to you.

It was f*cked up, man.

But you don't have to do this.

I saw your yearbook.

You knew my mom, Marsia.

(suspenseful music)

So, can I ask you
a weird question?

(ethereal music)

Yeah, I guess.

Yo, what's up with the suit.

Grandma says treat
every day, like Sunday

and the Lord will
always be with you.

It's kind of her saying.

Okay, I like that.

So uh, we're your parents?

They died in a car
accident when I was little.

You know my parents
aren't around either.

I never really knew my
dad and my mom, well,

she ain't around.

Spade and his mom took me in.

They looked out for me.

Is that why you with that jerk?

No, I love him.

You know, he's not
such a bad guy.

He just acts that way,

cause his dad is the
leader of sixth street.

You know, we're gonna
get a place together

and get outta here.

If you say so.

So, why you like games so much?

Because anyone can play, it
doesn't matter who you are.

There's a game for everyone.

Okay, then what's your game?

All right.

Don't laugh.
Rock, paper, scissors.

Rock, paper, scissors.
Really?

Ain't that kind of boring?

I mean there's no board,

there's no pieces,
there ain't sh*t.

That's why it's great.
You can play it anywhere.

Plus it's part
instinct, part luck,

which makes it the purest
game ever invented.

Okay, then let's do it.

All right.

So we'll go 1, 2, 3.

Yeah, I got it.

All right.

1, 2, 3, sh**t.

But, you don't have to do this.

(door thuds)

Man, you still smoke cigarettes?

sh*t gonna k*ll you.

Shut up.

(alarm buzzes)

Ladies first.

Got a stank attitude.

Just need to get in here and
find my baby, stop playing.

[Spade] Always did wanna
come inside this house.

[Marsia] Spade!

[Spade] Let's go upstairs, man.

(alarm buzzes)

Wait, hey, wait!

Hey wait!
Let me go!

(eerie suspenseful music)
(door creaks)

Q?

Where is he?

Will you chill out?

Look, maybe they left already

or just waiting for
us back at the house.

Well, then where is Cecil?

Yeah, the hell if I know.

His b*tch a*s probably ran
away or he hiding somewhere.

Why do you hate him so much?

Because he disrespected me.

(Marsia sighs)

Oh god.

I remember this photo.

It was before you were so
concerned about respect.

Outta here, man.

I miss this kid.

Help me!

Somebody help, please!

(eerie spooky music)

(Q breathing heavily)

So what?

So what happened?

What happened?

I grew up, is what happened.

You didn't have to become this.

I didn't have no choice.

You knew my dad
was counting on me.

I was counting on you.

(chess piece clanks)

(keys rattle)

(door creaks)

That's a dope mask.

You know, I should have
just f*cking k*lled your fat

board game head a*s that day.

What's the matter stutter mouth,

cat go your tu, tu, tu.
- Shut up!

(intense spooky music)
(Boots grunts)

All right, got that
Ret*rded strength, huh?

(b*tch a*s grunts)
(punches thud)

Get your b*tch a*s up.

(punches thud)

(table crashes)

Come on.

Q.

(footsteps stomp)

Yo, go this way.
I'm gonna go that way.

(punch thuds)
(men groaning)

(b*tch a*s howls)

(b*tch a*s growls)

(somber music)

Cecil?

Oh my god, what
did they do to you?

(g*n clicks)

Surprise.

Damn, b*tch a*s Cecil.

(punch thuds)
(Marsia screams)

Where the f*ck is my crew?

I'm not asking you again.
Where the f*ck is my...

Spade.

Just let me talk to him.

Then hurry up and talk to him.

sh*t.

Please, my son
came here tonight.

His name is Q.

Where is he?

Is he still here?

Please, Cecil.

Look, man, enough of
this dumb sh*t, man.

No!

I'm not gonna let you
do this to him again.

Wait you not gonna let me?

No.

You not gonna let me.

You were just as guilty as I
was for what happened to him

back in the day
or did you forget?

(bells chiming)
(suspenseful music)

I need your help.

What is it?

I need you to get
b*tch a*s alone.

Nah, nah man.

Babe, listen, he,
he made look stupid.

I can't just let that go.

Look, I'm not gonna hurt him.

I just wanna scare him.

I love you.

Don't you love me?

Yeah.

Then will you do it?

You promise you're not
gonna hurt him, right?

I swear.

(eerie music)

(laughs) sh*t, wait,
you didn't know, did you?

Yeah, you need to hear this.

Did you really think
it was a coincidence

that you went down
the alley that day?

(cars whooshing)

Where are we?

Oh, it's a shortcut.

Let's go that way.

All right.

(suspenseful music)

Think you forgot
this, b*tch a*s.

You thought you was
gonna get away with

making me look stupid.

I, I said, sorry.

Well, that ain't good enough.

And now you with my girl, again.

We weren't doing anything.

Funny, cause whenever I see you,

it look like you're
doing a lot of something.

I just want to get outta here.

Yo, Boots, grab this n*gga.

Again, I'm tired
of this n*gga, man.

(eerie music)

(feet rustling)
(punches thud)

Spade, come on, don't.

No, don't, leave him alone.
That's enough.

No, please, don't do it.

Don't, don't do that.

Please.

Do it.

(Blade slashing)

Stop!

Leave him alone.

[Man] Stop it, that's enough.

[Marsia] Stop! That's enough.

(car tires screeching)
(car horn honks)

Oh sh*t, it's his grandma.

(Marsia crying)

Babe, come on, we gotta go.

Yo, come on.

We gotta get outta here.
- I'm so sorry.

(Grandma wailing)

(b*tch a*s grunting)

Cecil, I'm so sorry.

You sorry to him?

We're here looking for your
kid and you're sorry to him?

You sorry.
(intense eerie music)

[Spade] Ahh!

No, no Cecil.
Cecil.

(Marsia screams)

Stop!

(b*tch a*s grunting)

I'm sorry.

(punch thuds)
(thud on the floor)

(bell gongs)

(suspenseful eerie music)

(Marsia moans)

Spade.
(Spade whimpers)

Spade!
(Spade gasps)

You all right?
- What the f*ck.

(table clatters)

Are you all right?

What kind of sh*t is this?

What are you doing?

Cecil?

Let us the hell outta here, man.

Where's my son?

Where's Quentin?

Your son is alive,

for now.

We must play.

You know what fine?

Cause after I beat
you, I swear to God.

I'm gonna k*ll your a*s.

The game is called Mayday.

The objective of this game

is to sh**t down
the opponents plane.

Marsia, you will tell
us if there's a hit

or a miss.

You lie, your son dies.

You mother f*ck.

Let's play.

Promise you, I ain't gonna lose.

(cards clack)
(dice clatter)

(suspenseful music)

D four.

Miss.

Your turn.

E three.

Miss

B four.

Hit.

Stab him.

What?

No.

Every hit gets a knife.

It's either him, or Q.

You choose.

[Spade] Marsia, don't do this.

Don't listen to him.
He's f*cking crazy.

Marsia, you ain't
got to do this.

(chair creaks)

Marsia, don't listen to him.

Marsia.

Don't do this, man.
- I'm sorry

You don't even know if he got Q.

(Spade screams)
(tense eerie music)

f*ck!

Come on

Come on!

Help (moans) please.
(rope scraping)

A six

Miss.

D four.

No.

(heavy breathing) No Marsia.

(Marsia screams)

(Q grunting)

(Marsia whimpering)
(Spade moans)

C one

Hit.

f*cking finally.

What the f*ck.

A two.

(suspenseful music)

No.

Hit.

There are no more spaces.

(intense eerie music)

Game

over.

(eerie piano music)

Spade

You was right.

I should have just
left with you.

It's okay.

(intense eerie music)

What are you doing?
- It's okay.

What is that?

[b*tch a*s] Mayday.
Mayday.

- No please!
- Oh my god.

You're going down.

Spade

Who's the b*tch a*s now?

Cecil, what the f*ck, Cecil!

Spade!

(Q breathing heavily)

Okay.

[Marsia] No!

(eerie music)

Mom?

(intense eerie music)

I'm so sorry.

Look at you.

I was a kid.

I made a bad decision.

I didn't know what they
were gonna do to you.

(bell gongs)

(Grandma groans)

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Okay, I'm going to set you free.
- Thank you, help me.

My Cecil,

he's gone crazy.

I can't believe
you're still alive.

He made it look like I was dead.

What?

Cause he knew you all
were trying to rob us.

He tied me up. (whimpers)

He left me here.

I can't reason with him anymore.

Please, okay, okay,
please, please, please

I need you to go save my mother.

She's in your living room.

Over there, by
the door, (gasping)

There's an old knife.

(suspenseful music)

(g*n clicks)

Now, I told Cecil
y'all weren't right.

(g*n clicks)

Okay.

You knew?

That boy means everything to me.

And I'd do anything
to protect him.

Mom!

Mom!

Q!

(eerie tech music)

(Grandma laughing)

Mom!

[Marsia] No, Q!

Q!

Ahh! My baby! (screams)

(laughs) You want your mommy?

Cecil, let me go!
Cecil!

Here she comes.

[Marsia] Where's my baby?

[Q] Mom, mom are you okay?
Are you okay?

Get them baby.
k*ll them!

Shut up, goddammit!

(Grandma laughs)

Let it wait.

Let him play for his life!

Choose your game.

Rock, paper, scissors.

(suspenseful music)

(b*tch a*s laughs)

Come on Q.

Best two outta three.

1, 2, 3, sh**t.

Yes.

(rock thuds)
(b*tch a*s screams)

Do not lose this.

Come on Q, baby come on.

Okay, momma.

1, 2, 3, sh**t.

No!

(Grandma laughing)

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.
- Get him baby!

Wait.

(Q screams)

(blood squelches)

(Grandma laughing)

Final round.

To the death.

Fine

1, 2, 3 sh**t.

No, no, no, no, no.

Get him baby. (laughs)

[Marsia] No, no, no, no, no.

No, no.
(Q wailing in agony)

(skin singeing)

[Marsia] Stop!

Put the lighter the
f*ck down right now!

I will k*ll this
b*tch, I swear to god.

(Grandma gasping)

Stop

No, you f*cking stop!

[b*tch a*s] No, grandma!
(tape ripping)

(intense eerie music)

Grandma, grandma!
- Look here, you okay?

Grandma, grandma, grandma.

(rock thudding)

You mother f*ck!

You mother f*ck, die!

Mom! Mom!
(Marsia screaming)

Mom, please no.

No.

(heavy breathing)
- No baby, you go first.

Yes.

Hey!

Mom!

Oh, I thought you quit.

(music abruptly stops)
- I just did.

(intense eerie music)

Run, run!

(bell gongs)

(gentle music)

(door clicks)

Hey.

Hey.

Well.

Can't believe you're leaving.

What am I gonna do without
my dishwasher? (laughs)

Maybe get an actual dishwasher.

(laughing)

You hungry baby?

- Oh no. No, no, no.
- Want something to eat?

I'm not hungry.

Not even some goodbye cake.

Ma.

Okay, okay.

I know, I said I
wasn't gonna do this.

I'm just,

I'm so proud of you.

I'm gonna miss you.

Hey, can I come home
Friday for laundry?

My house is not
your laundry mat.

(laughing)

Okay.

Tell you what,
I'll play you for it.

Really?

All right.

You know what to do.

You about to get
your a*s kicked.

1, 2, 3 sh**t.

Looks like I'm coming
home Friday with laundry.

You know I let you
win again, right?

(laughs) Yeah, whatever.

Okay.
All right.

I'm out.

- I'm proud of you.
- All right.

- Okay.
- All right.

Bye.

(Marsia sighs)

(eerie suspenseful music)

(static buzzing)

(eerie piano music)

(puzzle cube clicking)

Ah. (laughs)

Fortune can change
in an instant.

Roll of the dice.

The next card pull

can win you all.

Or cost you everything.

And while our story is
now at it's conclusion,

b*tch a*s will play again.

The question is which one
of you will he choose?

Which one of you will
be next? (laughs)

Till the next time. (laughs)

(eerie beat music)

(upbeat suspenseful music)