[joyful music]
[razor buzzing]
[razor shuts off]
[clatters]
[Freddy] Green house,
green house.
What the f*ck?
f*ck.
[Solo] Threes and the fours,
get the job done.
.380, .38, .45,
that's the trinity, man.
Skull fragments, and a DOA.
Now, that's what you want, man.
That's what you want,
right there.
Not a .22 or a .25.
f*ck the .20's,
that's BB g*n sh*t.
[line ringing]
[Solo] What?
I can't find no green house.
[Solo] It's on Lomita.
Look for the '52 Ford,
brown Top.
He parks it out back.
Okay.
[Solo] Don't f*ck this up.
I won't.
[ice cream truck music
plays distantly]
[breathing heavily]
You doing push-ups
like I told you?
-Hmm?
-f*ck, yeah.
Don't look like it.
[groaning]
[grunting]
[car starting]
[car rumbling]
[tense music]
[Solo] That's it.
You won't feel the force
until you squeeze the trigger.
[music builds]
[Freddy] The homies
call me Casper.
Like the cartoon.
West Los be where I'm from.
The Four Corners.
Venice, Santa Monica,
Culver City, Sotel.
The neighborhood's been here
way before my time.
Back then it was Dogtown,
and the OG Boardwalk
gangsters in my pop's days.
Then the AKs and crack
rolled in.
They used to say
hell was empty,
because all the devils
were in L.A.
[buzzing]
Then the hipsters invaded,
and the old school faded.
Times done changed, but...
people say the same sh*t,
because there are only
two kind of fools out here.
[tattoo g*n buzzing]
Those who last,
and those who lose.
That's the game.
Trust no man, and swing first.
I found a letter in my mom's
closet from my dad.
She said he was a poet.
Then one day, he just left.
Dad had pretty cool
handwriting.
He says in the letter, most
people go to heaven
if they own up
to what they done.
I don't know what he did,
because mom won't tell me.
She says that nobody knows,
but the street knows.
Because they'd always
be watching.
[buzzing]
[mellow music playing
over radio]
How many of these
have you inked?
Hmm. I don't f*cking know.
A lot.
Each one's different.
sh*t, I've done good wings
and bad wings.
[chuckles] But no ugly ones.
[both laughing]
God don't make ugly angels.
Only the good ones
and the bad ones.
Just like us.
We all got that dark side.
And then the light.
Without your love
It hurt, or what?
A little.
Hmm.
It's just pain, my boy.
It's just pain.
I'll be coming back home
Darling, be strong
f*ck 'em all.
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[Solo] Happy birthday.
Your pops made this in the pen.
There.
It's older than you.
If that cross can talk, man.
sh*t.
I'd be doing life.
[Freddy] When did he make it?
Way back before you was born.
The '90s.
It was like the Wild West
out there, back then.
n*gg*s and eses bangin'
like it was f*ck' Iraq.
No Instagram.
No f*ck' Facebook.
Only pay phones
and ghetto blasters,
and Saturday Night Specials,
man.
There was a lot of heat
back in them days
between Blacks
and Mexicans, man.
Me and your pops was brothers.
No matter what went down,
we didn't give a f*ck
about none of that sh*t, man.
We was brothers.
That was it.
We done some f*cked up sh*t
back in our time.
But Jesus still loved us.
Your pops made that in Chino.
Sent it to me for my birthday.
Yeah.
Now it's yours.
Everything he schooled me on,
I'm gonna teach you.
Okay?
[g*n clicks]
[Sam] You know what?
f*ck you, b*tch!
[Mabel] You've been on me
after all day long I've worked!
What's going on with you
that you have to--
If you don't know where I'm at?
[Sam] I just want you to be
where the f*ck I am, huh?
And I'm at home!
I'm not out f*cking around!
[Mabel] Oh, baby, you're home!
I'm home now! So, now what?
Now what? What you gonna do?
What-- What is it
you wanna tell me?
You blow up my phone,
you blow up my phone, now, what?
[Sam] You never f*ck'
listen to me!
Why you talking to my mom
that way, fool.
I'll blast your a*s away,
stupid.
Huh?
[laughs softly]
[Mabel] Good! Now I'm here!
What?
-[Sam] What?
-[Mabel] What is it you wanna
tell me now? Huh?
Does it even f*cking
matter at this point?
-I don't know, does it matter?
-Does it f*cking matter?
[both screaming]
[man panting]
You did this!
[door slams]
[door slams]
[sobbing]
[murmur of voices outside]
[Mabel sobbing softly]
[speaking Spanish]
[scoffs]
-[speaking Spanish]
Mm. It's all right.
What do you want
for your birthday?
Hmm... nothing.
[speaking Spanish]
Hell, no.
I ain't no kid no more.
[speaking Spanish]
[Freddy] Ew,
why you gotta say that?
[laughs]
[speaking Spanish]
Don't buy any weed, all right?
-[Freddy] No promises.
-No promises.
[speaking Spanish]
You're too young
Too young
Too young to fall in love
I'm not too young
Too young
To know my love is real
I'm not too young
Too young
To feel the way I feel
Oh, this could be
so heavenly
[man] f*ck' finally.
[speaking Spanish]
The guys makes
that sh*t so easy,
6,000 a night.
Too young
Too young to fall in love
I'm not too young
Too young
To give you my heart
[whistling]
I'm not too young
Hey, yo, Freddy!
Too young
To say we'll never part
Hey, where you going, fool?
Hey, let me get at you.
You know I love you so
Oh, darling, please
don't go
I'm not too young
-[people shouting]
-[basketball thuds]
[energetic music]
Aah!
[both laughing]
Let's go.
-[both laughing]
-Chill.
-No!
-That's a foul.
[both laughing]
[Luna screaming playfully]
-That's a foul.
-No!
Wait! Ah!
Oh!
What are you doing?
[Luna grunting]
[both laughing]
-Gimme your hand.
-Ready?
I win.
[panting]
Ew.
My sister just got a tat across
her back from a Morrissey song.
-Ooh.
-Morrissey?
Who's Morrissey?
He's like God.
Greatest f*cking singer
in the world.
I would--
I would marry him right now.
-What you talking about?
-Yeah.
What's he look like?
Ooh, look.
Like this [indistinct].
-You know?
-[laughs]
-What?
-He ain't no f*cking guy.
All right, f*ck you.
[men whistling]
What's up, Freddy?
You didn't f*cking hear me
talking to you
-back there or what?
-No, I heard you.
So why the f*ck
didn't you stop, homie?
I didn't f*ck' feel like it.
Then, what the f*ck
you doing in the hood, homie?
So what, you think
you're bad now or what, fool?
-Back up.
-Do something, fool.
-Back up.
-Do something.
Let me get at you.
What you doin'? Hmm?
-[fighting grunts]
-Get back here.
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
[fighting grunts]
-Get up. Come on, get up!
-[Luna] Hey! f*ck off!
Come on, Freddy.
[Luna] Get the f*ck off me!
-[Capone] You f*ck'--
-Ah! Stop!
[Capone] f*ck! You little...
You think you're a f*cking man?
m*therf*cker, or what? Dog.
[Luna] Get the f*ck off!
Get off me!
Hey! Get the f*ck back.
Get the f*ck up outta here.
-You disrespecting--
-[Luna] That's right!
-[Boom Boom] Shut up, b*tch!
-Run like the b*tches you are!
-[Boom Boom] Shut the f*ck up.
-Come back.
-Luna! Shut up!
-Come back!
What the f*ck's your problem?
I'm trying to help you.
You ain't helping nobody.
[both breathing heavily]
[man] You good?
Yeah, I'm good.
Get up out of here
with that sh*t, homie.
[water running]
Here.
It's my brother's.
He won't mind.
You sure?
Nah, he likes you.
[chuckles]
What the f*ck is this?
He's g*y.
-I can't.
-Can't what, fool?
It's a shirt. It ain't dirty.
I ain't wearing no f*g shirt.
-[scoffs]
-No disrespect.
Oh, my God!
You're such a f*cking p*ssy.
Don't be calling
my brother a f*g.
He's ten times the man
you'll ever be.
Whatever.
Great.
Go out there,
so everyone can see
that your a*s got whooped.
-Nobody beat my a*s.
-I was there.
f*ck!
I hope those putos
beat your a*s again.
You ain't got no other
f*cking shirt?
No, it's a f*cking shirt.
Stop being a little b*tch.
Qutatelo.
Look.
There you go.
All right, f*ck.
-I gotta go.
-Very f*cking welcome.
Thank you.
[speaking Spanish]
-[Freddy] I gotta see somebody.
-[speaking Spanish]
None of your business.
sh*t.
She measure up?
It's not no girl. Relax.
Oh, okay. It better not be.
Or what?
Or what?
You're not my girlfriend.
Why you acting all scandalous?
[Luna] I don't know.
[mellow music playing on radio]
[Freddy laughs]
[singing in Spanish]
My mom gave me 40 bucks,
if you wanna go to the movies.
Don't you gotta be somewhere?
sh*t.
[sighs]
When you gonna be back?
I don't know. I don't know.
My mom don't get home
before seven.
I'll just hit you
when I'm back, okay?
Ain't you forgot something?
I really f*cking love you.
How do you know?
Because. A woman just knows.
[Freddy laughs]
[Freddy] You ain't no
f*cking woman.
Don't f*cking matter.
I'm an old soul.
Why you always cursing at me?
-You don't f*cking listen.
-If you love me,
-don't cuss me out.
-You don't f*cking listen.
Well, then explain.
I'm not stupid.
What?
Why you always leaving?
I'll be back. I just told you.
You don't wanna be with me?
f*cking God.
You're f*cking tripping, Luna.
-[clatters]
-Ah!
This ain't no way
to have a f*cking relationship!
[Luna] f*ck you, Freddy!
[sighs heavily]
[muffled scream]
[sighs]
-[man 1] Yo, my boy!
-[man 2] No, faster, dawg.
You're walking
a little slow, dawg.
Check out Casper's shirt.
[all talking at once]
Come on, my boy, run down here.
Come on, my boy, run that sh*t.
-That right, homie.
-Get it.
[all talking at once]
-Get the f*ck in there.
-[all talking at once]
You put that fool
in the hood, homie.
Man, you've been training
for this, right?
-All right, come on.
-Get that!
-[fighting grunts]
-[spectators shouting]
-Hey man, get up!
-[all shouting at once]
-Get your hands up!
-Get it!
-[all shouting at once]
-[fighting grunts]
Come on, get him up!
Get him up!
Make this all up.
Get that sh*t.
[all shouting at once]
You ain't no homie!
-[all shouting at once]
-Come on, my boy.
Hey, don't be f*ck' kicking
him when he's on the ground.
-Pick him already.
-[man] Yeah! Get him up!
[all shouting at once]
All right get him!
Let's get him! Come on!
-[all shouting at once]
-[punches thud]
-[high-pitched whine]
-[shouting becomes muffled]
[echoing]
Listen up, m*therf*cker! Listen!
-[all shouting at once]
-[high-pitched whine]
Be a man, homie!
[man] Come on,
that's how we do it.
That's how we do it right here.
-Right and straight.
-Good or what?
[man] Proud of you, youngster.
[man 3] That's right, homie.
-[all talking at once]
-[man] My little homie.
-[man] That's right.
-[man 2] That's the sh*t.
-That's ain't sh*t, homie.
-My wings f*cked up?
Got a little blood in it,
we'll fix that sh*t.
Don't worry about it.
You're one of us now, homie.
[all talking at once]
Yeah, that's it.
Welcome to the neighborhood,
little brother.
Welcome to the neighborhood.
For sure.
Yeah, way to throw
that hard left, right.
-Good job, homie.
-That's right.
The heart of a king, huh?
Come on, let's walk. Come on.
You'll find out!
-That's right on.
-You'll find out.
-They marked you.
-That's right.
Gonna go party with some heinas,
and sh*t, you know?
[all talking at once]
-Woo!
-Party!
That's right, homie!
[somber music]
Yeah, that's right. Woo!
[all talking
and laughing at once]
That's right, homie.
We gonna go partying now.
Right now! Let's go!
That's right.
Beast! Beast mode!
That's right.
Hey.
That's right! Welcome.
What's up, dawg?
f*ck.
[sighs]
[Solo] I see your w*r wounds.
You got heart, Freddy.
What you feelin'
in your stomach?
[Freddy] Nothing.
You sure?
[Freddy] Yeah.
You got butterflies?
I can't feel nothing.
Pain?
Anger?
[Freddy] A little.
Because of the tat, right?
Mm-hmm.
[Solo] Don't you worry
about that. We'll fix it.
You do your sh*t right,
like I said,
your next tat is on me.
You understand?
Where are the homeboys?
They went to work.
They got a job?
[laughs]
Yeah, they got a job, yeah.
Protecting the neighborhood.
Like you should, too.
[Mabel] Freddy!
Happy birthday, baby.
What the f*ck happened to you?
Just got jacked.
[Mabel] Who did this to you?
I don't remember.
-Where else did they hit you?
-[Freddy] Stop.
-Nowhere.
-Take off your shirt, Freddy.
[Freddy] I ain't taking off
my shirt. I ain't no kid.
17 ain't sh*t, you hear me?
This is my house.
You do what I tell you.
What are you hiding?
-[Freddy] Nothing!
-I don't believe you.
I don't give a sh*t.
Get the f*ck out--
[Mabel] Take off the f*cking
shirt, Freddy.
I ain't taking off
no g*dd*mn shirt.
Take off the f*cking
shirt, Freddy.
[grunting]
Here.
[sighs]
[Freddy] What?
You have some. Why can't I?
I gave my life so you
wouldn't be like me,
and that m*therf*cker
you call your father!
Why the hell did you do this?
[scoffs]
Either you stay under my roof
and do what I tell you
until you're grown enough
to move out,
or go with your homeboys and
they could be your new family.
Choose.
I don't want to be like you.
No friends,
men coming and going,
treating you like sh*t,
f*ck that sh*t.
[sighs]
Did you make up your mind?
About what?
[Mabel] Me or your friends.
[sighs]
You know what, Freddy?
One day, you're gonna be
standing where I am now,
hearing your child
disrespect you.
And when that time comes
long after I am gone,
you're gonna remember that
there's no love greater
than a mother's love
for her child.
And you'll know then
what you can't see now.
Let's see how good you survive.
[door slams]
[sighs]
[men shout distantly]
[keys jingle]
f*ck.
[dogs barking]
[screaming]
[dogs barking]
Why you like boats so much?
I don't know.
Why you like that fool
Morrissey so much?
[laughs]
Don't even get me started.
[laughing]
-[laughs]
-I like water.
-I wanna be a Navy SEAL one day.
-Oh, really?
Just go over there where
the terroristas live.
Ah! [laughs]
Ah...
First you gotta learn how
to strap on a jimmy, though.
It's pretty cool, huh?
[Luna laughs]
Look at it.
-It's cool, huh?
-[Luna laughs]
It's cool, huh?
You're talented.
So, what? You just ran away?
[Freddy] No. I left.
-What a b*tch.
-Hey, don't call my mom a b*tch.
Why? She kicked you out, right?
No. Are you deaf?
She told me to choose.
Between what?
Don't worry about it.
Just chippin' the whole way.
Where you gonna shower and sh*t,
and brush your teeth, huh?
You gotta think about that sh*t
before you just take off.
[speaking Spanish]
[Freddy] I'll figure it out.
Why you always stressing?
Okay. Uh-huh, Freddy.
Okay. You'll figure it out.
-[laughs] What?
-Stop stressing.
Where you gonna shower, huh?
You gonna shower in there?
You gonna shower
in the river? Huh?
Let's get you all showered up.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Let's get you all show--
[laughs] No! No!
-I'm-- No, I'm clean, fool!
-Let's get you showered.
-No. No! No, no, no, no, no, no.
-Oh. Oh.
Stop it. Stop it right now.
I swear to God,
I'll f*cking k*ll you.
-Throw you in the water.
-So stop!
Ow.
[Luna laughs]
[Luna] Go get the boat.
[gentle music]
Go get your boat.
Let's get on the boat.
[Freddy] Where do you wanna go?
Anywhere.
Let's just get out of here.
[Freddy scoffs]
[music turns somber]
[voices shouting distantly]
[Freddy sighs]
[thumping loudly]
[grunting]
What's up, fool?
I ain't scared of you.
'Cause I got my moves
like that. Huh?
Hit me right here.
Hit me right here.
I said, hit me right here.
[thumping, rattling]
Yeah, man. [laughs]
[laughing]
[sighs heavily]
Dear God...
Boo!
I'm sorry if, uh,
what I'm about to do
is not right,
but I gotta do it
for my neighborhood.
And, um...
sorry if I'm not
a good kid to my mom.
It's just, you know,
help her take control
over her life,
and stop seeing that fool
who comes around here.
Whatever happens, happens.
And I gotta accept that,
like Solo says.
If I live...
if I live, that's up to you.
[sighs heavily]
Amen.
[tense music]
[Solo] Read it.
[speaking Spanish]
"I'd rather die on my feet
than live on my knees", man.
Cool.
When you're a baby, man,
you live on your knees.
You're weak.
You need somebody
to take care of you.
A tit that you had to suck on.
Then you learn how to walk.
[rap music playing over radio]
[Solo] Most dudes walk.
But they live their whole
lives on their knees,
like f*cking sl*ves, man.
The strong make the rules.
That's the game.
And when you're weak,
you're guilty.
You've gotta know how
to draw blood to survive, man.
'Cause you're not gonna be able
to survive in this world.
Not here.
Not nowhere.
And like James Brown said,
this is a m*therf*cking
man's world.
You only got one chance in life
to prove yourself,
and that's it.
-Get money.
-[Freddy grunts with effort]
Get that m*therf*cking money.
It's black and white.
If you punk out,
you a b*tch for life, man.
[hip hop music
playing over radio]
f*ck all our enemies.
f*ck 'em all.
Solo?
[Solo] What?
My Boxer.
[car rumbling]
[bikes tires screech]
[Boxer] You okay, little bro?
Because everybody's
got a number.
And his number's up.
[car idling]
[Boxer] You all right?
Just look before you cross,
all right?
Are you Boxer?
He ratted on my homeboy,
Thumper.
So that m*therf*cker gotta go.
[engine shuts off]
Do I know you?
[clatters]
[g*n clicks]
[Solo] You remember, man.
The men down at their feet,
g*ns blazing.
And don't you ever surrender.
Don't bow down to no man.
And don't you never, never,
never drop your gat.
Take it easy, little man.
Put the g*n down, man.
[echoing] Chill.
You drop your g*n,
you don't die like a man.
A gangster dying without his gat
is like a priest with no Bible.
You understand that?
Put the g*n down, youngster.
You don't want to do it,
trust me.
[high-pitched whine]
[Boxer echoing]
This is what you wanna do?
[ice cream truck
music playing distantly]
[Boxer echoing] Huh?
Trust me,
you don't wanna do this.
Put it down, man.
[high-pitched whine intensifies]
Just put the g*n down.
You really wanna do this?
[g*n clicks]
f*ck it, get it over with, then.
[safety clicks]
[Freddy breathing heavily]
-[g*nsh*t booms]
-Ah!
[Boxer screams]
[Freddy hyperventilating]
[tense music]
[man] Whoa!
What the f*ck?
Hey!
Punk kid! p*ssy a*s f*ck'...
[tense music]
[distant shouting]
[bike clatters]
[door slamming]
[breathing heavily]
[coughing]
[breathing heavily]
[breathing heavily]
[sobbing]
[sobbing quietly]
[water rushing]
[tattoo g*n whirring]
What the f*ck
is wrong with you?
Don't do that sh*t
again, Freddy.
I almost shot
your m*therf*cking a*s, man.
The f*ck is wrong with you?
Sorry.
No, sorry is a weakness, man.
Don't cry and don't
you f*cking apologize.
They gonna arrest me?
Depends on you.
[Freddy] What do I gotta do?
Don't f*cking get caught.
You hungry?
A little.
Warriors don't
ever get hungry, man.
Then I'm not hungry.
I'm just f*cking with you, man.
What you want?
Nothing.
Look, I told you, if you handle
your m*therf*cking business,
I'll get you whatever you want.
Now, what you want?
Doritos.
[Solo] That's it?
Yeah.
You k*ll a m*therf*cker
and you want some Doritos.
You're new generation
m*therf*ckers, man.
Let me see your tat.
[tattoo g*n whirring]
Hit that.
[coughing]
Virgin lungs.
Can I ask you
for a favor, brother?
[Solo] What?
Think I could live here?
[Solo] Why?
Because I hate my home.
Your mom's kicked you out?
[Freddy] Yeah.
How you gonna pay the rent?
[Freddy] Figure it out.
Do what I gotta do.
How you gonna
get the bread, man?
I'll drag people.
[Solo] Man, that's thug sh*t.
We gangsters.
We live by the code, man.
All right?
Don't disrespect
your mother like that.
You gotta make
sh*t right with moms.
You gotta fix that sh*t.
She don't want me there.
She said to choose between
her and the neighborhood.
[Solo] What you tell her?
I left.
You'd die for
your neighborhood, okay.
But you only got one mother.
All right?
One mother
who brought you in this world.
So you gotta make
that sh*t right with her.
And I know your mom
from way back, man.
You all she got.
Why you saying
this now, big homeboy?
I thought we were blood.
Come here, come here, come here.
Shut up, m*therf*cker!
Huh?
Snap your f*cking neck.
-[Freddy coughing]
-Yeah.
Yeah, come on, walk with me.
Walk with me.
Don't you ever
in your m*therf*cking life
disrespect me again.
You hear me? You hear me?
-Huh?
-[Freddy groaning]
Look me in the eyes
when I'm talking to you.
Yeah.
Look me in the eyes.
You got that? Huh?
Huh?
All right.
Good boy.
Get the f*ck--
Get the f*ck out of here, man.
And don't tell
nobody I did that sh*t.
You got that?
Huh?
Do you understand me?
[distant knocking]
Who the f*ck is that?
[knocking continues]
-[Solo] The f*ck is that?
-It's Mabel.
Hey, I need to talk to you.
It's been a while, girl.
What's up?
What the f*ck
you doing with my kid?
[Solo] Keeping my word.
[scoffing] Your word?
To who?
His dad?
What f*cking word was that?
To teach my kid to be
a straight-up f*ck-up?
Like Big Freddy and you?
Look at you, all grown up,
but you still the same sh*t
you was 20 f*cking years ago.
Look at your f*cking self.
Everybody's either dead
or locked up, and you,
like a f*cking viper,
just sitting here brainwashing
these f*cking kids.
Stay the f*ck off my son.
[Solo] Remember what you said
to me five years ago, b*tch?
[Mabel] f*ck you.
I wasn't in my right
f*cking mind back then.
Get the f*ck out of here, b*tch.
Stay the f*ck away
from my f*cking kid.
-I'll deal with your a*s later.
-f*ck you.
Get the f*ck out of here, b*tch.
Stay the f*ck away
from my f*cking kid.
Knock your f*cking teeth
out your mouth, b*tch.
He's my kid now.
What did she say five years ago?
What did she say?
[indistinct chatter]
What up, clown?
What's up?
What's up?
You ain't coming to school?
Nah, later.
You know, the cops came
by your pad looking for you.
Your mom said you ran away.
It was my birthday yesterday.
Oh, birthday boy.
-What's up?
-What's up, my boy?
-Big sir.
-What's up?
It's a sorry-a*s looking
birthday then, but, uh...
happy birthday.
[Freddy] Thank you.
What, you ain't
going to school or what?
I'm gonna visit
my brother and my mom.
Still locked up?
In towers.
But uh, I wanted you
to check this sh*t out.
-How's that sh*t feel, man?
-That sh*t's hard, huh?
Yeah.
But I wanna check this out.
Look at this.
Who the f*ck f*cked you up?
Some people that jacked me.
Oh, some people that jacked you.
That's why you gotta
get some sh*t like this.
Where'd you get that?
TJ. Where else?
I'll hook you up next time
my cousin comes around.
Well, they catch you with
that sh*t you're going to juvie.
Hmm.
Well, we all gotta do some time.
Don't you know that by now?
Yeah, I f*cking know that,
but I ain't doing p*ssy sh*t.
If I go, I'm going to Chino,
Soledad, Pelican Bay.
Like the real OGs.
My a*s.
My f*cking a*s.
That's some bullshit.
'Cause you won't survive.
They'll eat
your little a*s like a Twinkie.
And, you can't even box.
-Oh!
-f*cking bet?
There you go, there you go.
You don't gotta get
crazy with me, it's okay.
You're all good, alright?
Casper.
[grunting]
Get off!
Don't make me back up
on you like I did Luna.
What?
I f*cked that b*tch
in the school bathroom.
[laughing]
What's up, b*tch?
Huh?
What the f*ck is up?
f*cking b*tch.
f*ck!
f*cking as*h*le!
Where the f*ck you going, b*tch?
m*therf*cking look at me!
Where the f*ck you going?
You better watch
your back, b*tch!
m*therf*cker!
[dramatic instrumental]
Hey, why you so nervous?
I ain't nervous.
Can't lie for sh*t, Freddy.
The f*ck happen?
I've just never been kicked out.
Yeah?
You want to stay over?
My mom's in [indistinct].
It's just me and my grandma.
She won't get pissed?
She don't gotta know.
f*cking hate ants.
Hey, what the f*ck
they ever do to you?
Just crawl all
over you and sh*t.
Are you f*cking high right now?
What the f*ck is your problem?
No, I'm not high.
f*cking acting all weird.
Is your grandma there now?
So...
How we gonna do this?
[chuckling]
Okay.
Okay, okay, okay.
You're high.
[laughing]
I'm not f*cking high.
[playful instrumental]
[howling]
[howling]
What is that, a hyena?
[laughing]
[howling]
[Freddy barking]
[howling quietly]
Shh, the neighbors.
[Luna] Shh.
-Relax.
-[Luna] I got it.
Why is it so heavy?
If you hear her coming,
you go there.
Okay.
-[Freddy] What are you doing?
-Shut up.
[indistinct TV chatter]
Want me to f*ck you?
f*ck?
You think I want you to f*ck me?
-Yeah.
-[scoffs]
I want you to make love to me.
For real?
Uh-huh.
You ever made love to a woman?
Yeah, lots of times.
[speaking Spanish]
No one ever taught you
how to lie before?
Stop saying that sh*t,
I ain't lying.
It's okay.
I'll teach you.
Whose is this?
My sister's.
It ain't old?
Condoms don't get old, stupid.
Yeah, they do.
They got dates on them.
What if it breaks or something?
I ain't gonna get pregnant.
What if she hears us?
She's deaf in two ears.
Good.
That's f*cked up.
So, I mean,
it's good for us, right?
[speaking Spanish]
[hushed] Hey. Hey, babe.
-[Luna] Wait, where you going?
-I don't know.
Come on, let's go.
-[Luna] What?
-Come on.
-Hurry up!
-[Luna] I'm going!
My mom's gonna beat my a*s.
Just get over it.
My mom already beat my a*s.
[Luna] Where are we going?
I don't know.
Where did you sleep last night?
Near the river.
And tonight?
Find some place
until I get my own pad.
Nobody's gonna rent you a crib.
You got no job.
I'll figure it out. I got plans.
-Like what?
-Don't f*ck' worry about it.
[gagging, coughing]
You did f*ck' rocks?
f*ck' liar.
[Freddy] I swear to God,
I didn't do rocks.
Don't f*cking swear.
I can't see right.
They jumped your a*s in, huh?
[Freddy] So?
Is that what you wanna be?
A f*ck' thug?
[Freddy] I ain't no f*ck'
thug. I'm a gangster.
I thought you was different.
[Freddy]
Out here, you gotta choose,
-like Solo said.
-Between what?
Between which side
you're gonna end up on.
Underground or
on the street like a man.
Like a man.
Like a man.
[scoffs] You think that's
what it takes to be a man?
What the f*ck do you know?
Like Shy Boy. Remember him?
You remember Shy Boy? My cousin?
He was the baddest
m*therf*cker out there.
Now he can't stand
'cause some b*tch popped him,
just like that.
Don't you wanna
get out of here? Huh?
Don't you wanna go to,
like, f*ck' England?
England?
What the f*ck
I'ma do in England?
f*ck' live a little.
Broaden your f*ck' horizons.
-Do you know what a horizon is?
-I ain't f*cking stupid!
Good!
Don't you wanna,
like, see the world?
-Nah, this is my world.
-No, it ain't!
This is the f*cking hood!
There's more out there.
What the f*ck do you know?
I know all I need to know, okay?
[scoffs]
So you a man now
'cause they beat your a*s.
Is that it?
f*ck, I'm sick.
No. You're scared.
Something happened,
but you won't tell me.
What are you gonna do tomorrow?
Same sh*t.
You?
I don't know.
I still wanna make love, though.
Here?
It's all dirty.
I don't care.
We can use your backpack.
I want it to be special.
It'll be special.
Damn.
So sweaty.
What about the jimmy?
Don't c*m in me.
I wanna feel you inside of me.
If you get pregnant,
it's not my fault, okay?
-Have you f*cked anybody else?
-No.
You sure?
Yeah.
-You're not lying?
-No.
-I heard different.
-The f*ck you hear?
That you f*cked Sergio
in the bathroom.
[scoffs] Oh, my God.
Sergio is f*cking gross.
-Did you?
-No!
Why don't I believe you?
[scoffs] I don't give a f*ck
what you believe.
You're not gonna stop me?
f*ck you.
You wanna go, go.
You're a f*cking kid, Freddy.
What the f*ck am I doing, huh?
What the f*ck is your problem?
You're gonna believe
those old lies over me?
I f*cking love you!
Do you have any idea
what that f*cking means?
f*ck you! f*ck you! f*ck you!
[low, dark music]
[high-pitched ringing]
[Boxer] Put the g*n down.
Everything will be all right.
I don't think you wanna do this.
Trust me.
You don't wanna do this.
[ringing continues]
[Freddy panting]
[ringing grows louder]
[g*nsh*t]
[Freddy panting]
[ringing stops]
[grunting]
[grunts]
[spits]
[panting]
[metal rattling]
[rattling continues]
Get the f*ck over there. f*ck.
Get up.
You f*ck up, this what happens.
Now ask him what he done.
What'd you do?
Some fool from
another neighborhood--
Speak up when he talks to you.
Some fool from
another neighborhood
trespassed into the hood.
Not what he did. What you did.
I went after the fool,
but he got away.
Because you let him get away,
m*therf*cker.
I'ma find him.
[Solo] Yeah,
you gon' find him, my a*s.
Look, you ain't gon' be no
Capone until you get some ba*ls
like this little m*therf*cker
right here. You got that sh*t?
Huh?
-I didn't rank out.
-You a b*tch.
What'd you say?
I'ma find him.
Shut the f*ck up, m*therf*cker.
-[Capone grunting]
-See? See?
Stay down here, m*therf*cker.
Stay right there.
Y'all see this sh*t? Huh?
You see what I'm doing to him?
[grunts] Stay right--
See that? Look at that,
look at that. Look at that.
Get the f*ck out of here.
The f*ck out of here.
I had to talk to
this m*therf*cker, man.
The f*ck out of here.
Oh, now y'all wanna walk
all cool and sh*t, right?
The f*ck out of here.
You like that sh*t?
Almost broke my m*therf*cking
knuckles on his face, man.
Where you staying?
The creek.
[Solo] Why you didn't tell me?
No, I didn't wanna be no bother.
So you wanna crash here?
Yeah.
[Solo] I ain't got no diapers,
m*therf*cker.
You're gonna have to
clean up your own sh*t.
I take care of myself.
[Solo] You got some money?
This it?
Get some more.
[floor creaking]
f*ck.
What?
You're gonna tell her?
How much did you take?
All right.
I won't say anything
to your mom.
Thanks.
Freddy...
[sighs]
...you're all she's got
in this world.
Don't betray your mom
the way I betrayed mine.
How come you punch yourself?
Because sometimes I hate myself.
And it's better
than hitting others.
[melancholy music]
[Mabel] One day, you're gonna
be standing where I am now,
hearing your child
disrespect you.
[Solo] And when you're weak,
you're guilty.
-[Luna] Me, or your friends?
-[Capone] Why you crying?
[Freddy] Where you wanna go?
[Luna] Let's get on the boat.
[Solo] Come here.
Come here, come here.
Look up.
sh*t.
What'd I tell you about crying?
Huh?
I'm not crying.
Now, you put in work yesterday.
And today you turn b*tch on me
like you on the rag, huh?
Is that what we doing?
Is that what the f*ck we doing?
Huh?
Pack up your sh*t
and get the f*ck out my crib.
Come here. Look at me.
I can't be having no crybaby
living under my g*dd*mn roof.
You got that sh*t?
I thought you was
the hombre, man.
But you just a punk-a*s kid.
So f*ck' what
that you smoked rocks?
Listen to me, m*therf*cker.
Look at me.
There's only two people
you fear in this world.
It's me...
and God.
You got that?
Now get the f*ck on.
[shouting] Get the f*ck on, man!
This ain't no f*cking game, man!
I'm trying to teach you
something, man!
There's only two people...
that you listen to
in this world.
It's me...
-and God.
-[g*nsh*t]
[eerie music]
[door opens]
Hey, crybaby.
You still want me to leave?
Did I stutter, m*therf*cker?
Where am I gonna go?
Your a*s is on probation.
For crying like a little b*tch.
Where's the money
you were gon' get?
[bills rustling]
Not bad.
Least your a*s
is good for something.
[knocking at door]
[man in Spanish]
[in English] What's up, big dog?
-[Solo] What's good?
-Still want that or what?
All right. See you.
[knocking at door]
[Sam] Freddy. You hungry?
No.
[Sam] I got some Carl's Jr.
in the fridge if you want some.
I don't want any.
[Sam] Hey, can I come in?
Yeah.
You good?
Cool.
Hey, look. I just wanna talk.
I don't wanna fight with you.
I got no problem with you.
You know, I never did.
So...
[Freddy] I already heard
what you had to say.
Yeah.
Look,
I don't expect you to like me.
Hmm? I don't.
I mean, I didn't like my stepdad
growing up either, you know?
No, no.
You're my mom's boyfriend.
You ain't no f*ck' stepdad.
Look...
I just wanna say I'm sorry
if the way I am
pisses you off sometimes.
I don't mean
to act up or act out.
It just-- it just happens.
I'm just trying to be better.
So I wanna say I'm sorry, okay?
That's it.
Hey, why do you hate yourself?
What?
[Freddy] That's what you said.
Sometimes you hate yourself.
Is that why you be
hitting yourself?
Yeah.
Yeah.
For the things I've done.
[Freddy] Like what?
What you done?
Things.
Things I can't change up.
Not now.
You know what they say
about prayers and tears, man.
There ain't enough of 'em
to wash away the pain.
Or the blood.
But, uh...
maybe I'll tell you
one day when--
when you're--
when I'm stronger.
You ever k*ll somebody?
[breathing shakily]
[exhales]
I don't know.
I don't remember.
[chuckles]
f*ck.
[inhales shakily]
[tearful] Maybe-- maybe
I don't wanna know.
Maybe I don't wanna remember.
[sniffles]
You know...
I'm just trying to get back home
from all the bad places
I've been.
I just wanna go home.
And home don't want me.
No one does.
Except your mom.
She's a good lady.
She's all I got.
And I don't ever wanna lose her.
Or you, Freddy.
Okay?
Okay.
[Sam] Okay.
[sniffles]
Night, little brother.
[faint hip-hop music playing]
[Freddy grunts]
[breathing heavily]
f*ck!
[panting]
What I gotta do
to pay for my sins?
[Freddy crying softly]
What you doing here?
Why you crying?
You know my homeboy Boxer?
Then why the f*ck
are you crying?
Hey...
it's all right.
Everybody cries.
For real?
Yeah, except me.
Left all my tears
back in [indistinct].
Where you do time?
Soledad.
Nine years.
How about you?
[Freddy] I wanna go to Chino.
Aye, get the f*ck out
of here with that, man.
You don't know what the f*ck
you're talking about.
Everybody's gotta
do some time, right?
What, you a gangster?
You ain't no gangster.
And if you're gonna be
a gangster,
I suggest you go get
the biggest fierro you can find
and the biggest strap
you can find
and go handle your business.
[footsteps retreating]
Did it take him long to die?
He didn't die.
They missed his head.
They hit him in the chest.
Angels be looking out
for my homeboy Boxer.
They said [indistinct]
did all of this.
It's a gift to God,
for not taking my homeboy.
[poignant music]
[g*n clicks]
[g*n clicks]
[faint rock music
playing over speakers]
Uh, you want the Smiths,
or you want Morrissey solo?
Anything Morrissey.
Let me see what I got, bro.
I got Southpaw
and, um... k*ll Uncle.
[Freddy] k*ll Uncle sounds cool.
-k*ll Uncle?
-Yeah.
It'll be $9.99.
I only got seven.
You owe me a taco.
Be good.
-Talking that sh*t together.
-Always!
-Always.
-It's always the same sh*t.
And you pay for it too.
[girl] I took the whole jar.
I'm telling you,
you weren't even there.
That's what you're
smoking on right now.
Nah, for real.
[girls laughing]
Hey,
can I talk to you for a minute?
I got nothing to say to you.
[Freddy] I just
wanna talk to you.
Luna.
Leave me the f*ck alone.
Anyways.
[Luna] Bueno, y luego?
-So you took the f*cking jar?
-[girl] I took the whole jar.
[Luna laughs] You believe her?
Hey, sn*per.
Yo.
What's good?
Man,
what the f*ck you want, leva?
Y'all seen Solo?
Nah.
Well, I need to talk to him.
[sn*per] He don't wanna
talk to you, fool.
When is he coming back?
[exhales]
Look, homie.
You're on this f*ck'
piece of sh*t list, fool.
And I don't
f*ck' appreciate you
coming to my pad
disrespecting me, fool.
So get the f*ck up
out of here, homie.
f*cking lame.
f*ck that fool problem, dawg?
[knocking]
Luna?
She's not home.
-Can you, uh, give her this?
-Yeah.
Say it's from Freddy.
I know who you are.
[door opening]
Sorry I hit you.
[Freddy] It's okay.
I can take it.
No, it's not right.
A mom shouldn't be
hitting her child.
I messed up too.
[Mabel] Are you hungry?
Yeah, a little.
[speaking Spanish]
[in English]
Nah, let's just go to L&B's.
Just you and me, though.
All right.
Go and get dressed.
[Spanish music playing faintly
over speakers]
Slow down.
Nobody's after you.
[Freddy] Not gonna eat anything?
I'm not hungry.
[Freddy] It's not 'cause
you can't afford it, right?
No, son.
I'm gonna get a job soon
so I can help you out.
I don't need you to get a job.
You should stay in school.
I got plans.
Yeah? Like what?
Start my own car wash.
For lowriders only.
With whose money?
The bank. They got lots of it.
[laughs] Not anymore, honey.
The world's going broke.
America included.
Just watch.
You'll see.
Casper's Custom Car Wash.
For lowriders only.
Good to have a dream.
Something to work towards.
You know?
Gotta get out of this place.
[Freddy] Why?
'Cause all this will be the same
ten, twenty,
thirty years from now.
No future here.
You can go, 'cause I'm never
gonna leave this place.
[chuckles] Yeah. We'll see.
When you become
a big shop car wash owner,
start making some money,
you'll see how things change.
You'll wanna hang out
with some of your friends,
but not all of 'em.
[Freddy] Money don't make a man.
Your word does.
Who taught you that? Solo?
[Freddy] Yeah.
Why don't you stop hanging
out with him, all right?
He's my homeboy, though.
He's not what he used
to be when you were little.
He went into the hole
and came out all f*cked up.
[speaking Spanish]
[in English] What did you say
to Solo five years ago?
That m*therf*cker.
He didn't say nothing,
I just-- I just heard you.
I hated myself back then.
I hated everything I was.
And...
I didn't know
if I could raise you,
so I asked Solo--
you know,
because I was desperate--
if he could take you.
[voice breaks] And...
I know I never
told you this, but...
your dad's been dead
for a long time now, and...
I know that you're not gonna
forgive me for not telling you.
[shouting]
Why did you lie to me, Ma?
Because I was lying
to myself. [sobs]
The game's been over
a long time now, son.
[crying]
But I kept repeating the lies
over and over in my head,
hoping that one day
all this sh*t would go away
once you got older.
But...
[sighs, sniffles]
...maybe I just wanted
a happy family.
I don't know.
[sniffles]
Sorry.
[Mabel weeping]
[exhales]
[sorrowful music]
-Hey, babe.
-Hey.
Your friend Luna called,
like, three times.
Said the phone was acting up.
What did she want?
She didn't say.
[phone dialing]
[line ringing]
[Luna on phone] What happened
with you and Sergio?
We threw down.
[Luna] 'Cause of me?
[music playing in background]
He looking for you. He said
he's gonna f*cking k*ll you.
Wait, where are you?
[Luna] Looking for you!
[Solo] Hey, Luna!
Are you at Solo's?
[Luna] Where the f*ck else
am I gonna find you?
You f*cking shot Boxer.
In front of his pad.
You f*cking coward.
Who told you?
Sergio, who f*cking else?
It's all over the neighborhood.
Solo's looking to f*ck you up.
Don't come here.
-I'll call you back.
-[Solo] Hey!
[Luna] I gotta
get the f*ck out of here.
[Solo]
Get your a*s over here, girl!
No. Luna.
[shouting] Luna!
f*ck!
[knocking]
Solo!
Luna!
[shouting] Luna!
f*ck.
[hip-hop music
playing over speakers]
[music fading]
[panting]
Luna?
Where the f*ck are you?
f*ck.
[Boxer] Look at me.
Hey!
Look at me.
[tense music]
I blasted a guy when I was 19,
not far from here.
I shot dope into my left arm,
and I pulled the trigger
with my right.
Everything I had,
I put into that night.
All the hate. All my anger.
Everything.
We did some crazy sh*t
back in the days.
We were animals.
'Cause LA was a f*ck' jungle.
Every day was open season.
And I knew I was
gonna die young,
so why give a f*ck?
Right?
But then I got older.
The years passed.
I left my old ways,
but the pain stayed,
dogging me
in the mirror every day.
Year after year,
like a ghost reminding me
of all those nights I was
creeping and taking fools out.
Black. Brown. White.
I didn't give a f*ck.
I didn't even know
who I was fighting for.
I was addicted to the violence.
That's what f*ck with me
the most, you know?
[speaking Spanish]
I'll never know who they hit, or
how many families I destroyed.
When you let that genie
out of the bottle...
that ghost b*llet...
it's gonna come
and find you one day.
Like it found me.
[haunting music]
Luna.
Hey, Luna.
-Hey, stop. Please.
-[Luna sobs]
Stop!
We should've f*cking
left this place!
You should've f*cking left!
[exhales shakily]
["Thank You Anyway (Mr. DJ)"
by Lou Johnson playing]
Thank you anyway
Mr. DJ
For the play
But music
I miss my baby so
And I know
Ahh, she hears your show
So I asked for
our song on the radio
Say thank you anyway
[g*n clicks]
I thought if you played
our favorite song
[grunting]
Drop that sh*t
and don't f*ck' move.
Only got one left.
It ain't for you.
What's up now, my boy?
[spits]
Stop f*cking looking at me.
I know now she,
she just doesn't care
Where's Luna?
f*ck you.
That b*tch...
loves only you.
It ain't your business, then.
I wanna tell you
that music can't wash away
No, it just can't
wash away my tears
Hey, hey, hey, my tears
And oh, music can't
Can't wash away
My tears
["Frozen In Time"
by Los Yesterdays playing]
Here we are
Huddled together
with broken hearts
Frozen forever in time
[Freddy] Look at me.
[screaming] Look at me!
Here on my street,
angels are falling
What did you do to Luna?
Around our feet
Voices are calling my name
Tell me!
I'm afraid 'cause
they know I'm to blame
I'm to blame
I spent my whole life
trying to make sh*t better.
That's all it ever was.
And everything
tried to run me out.
Even you.
And look here, man,
after all I've done for you...
Hmm? You gon' turn
your m*therf*cking back on me?
Is that what you gon' do? Huh?
Huh?
I took you in, man!
I took you in
like my f*ck' son!
[screaming] What do you
want from me, Freddy?
Huh?
Huh? What the f*ck
do you want from me, man?
Huh?
[Freddy breathing heavily]
You can't k*ll me,
you little m*therf*cker.
I'm already dead, man.
I'm already dead.
[g*n clicks]
You ain't got it in you, son.
You ain't got it in you.
Huh?
You gon' sh**t me when
all these people watching? Huh?
[shouting]
sh**t me then, m*therf*cker!
What y'all looking at?
Huh?
Go the f*ck back in the house!
[Freddy panting]
Huh? You gonna sh**t me,
m*therf*cker? Then sh**t me!
-I told you, little-- No!
-[g*nsh*t]
[woman screaming]
[groans]
g*dd*mn, man!
[Freddy] Like you said.
[shouting] Like you said!
[Solo groans loudly]
You m*therf*cker, you...
[Freddy panting]
[Solo groans]
You son of a b*tch!
For all the sh*t I've done
for you, little n*gga!
[breathing shakily]
[Freddy]
You own up to what you've done?
[pensive music]
[distant sirens wailing]
[Solo shouting] Freddy!
-Freddy!
-[Freddy] I don't know why
I keep thinking
of my dad's handwriting.
[Solo] g*dd*mn, man!
[Freddy] I guess
there's a lot you can tell
from looking at
someone's writing.
Just like looking
in their eyes.
I know I f*cked up,
and I shouldn't write to you.
[sirens wailing]
I look at the moon every night.
It drops real low,
sometimes so low
it feels like I can touch it.
But...
it's a million miles away.
[police officer shouting]
But it still feels so close.
-Like the memory of you.
-[officer 1] Put the g*n down!
Drop the weapon!
[officer 2] Put the g*n down!
[officer 1]
Drop the weapon, son!
-Right now!
-[officer 2] Drop the weapon!
[overlapping shouting]
-[officer 1] Right now!
-[officer 2] Drop the weapon!
Right now!
Drop your weapon!
[Freddy]
These four walls be my friend.
I'll wait for your letter.
[siren blaring]
Oh, and can you write me, uh,
the name of your favorite
Morrissey song?
I wanna tat it
when I get to Chino.
Till I get there,
I'm taking drawing class.
And I wanna try writing your
favorite song in calligraphy.
[officers shouting]
I never forgot the day
when you asked me
if I wanted to go to England.
I kind of do.
And them other places too.
Maybe someday.
["Tell Me I'm Dreaming"
by Los Yesterdays playing]
-Tell me I'm dreamin'
-Tell me I'm dreamin'
This must be make-believe
Tell me your dream
But I can't
shake the feelin'
This love is real as can be
-Tell me I'm dreamin'
-Tell me I'm dreamin'
Pinch me once and say to me
Tell me your dream
"Darlin',
you're not sleepin'
This is really
real reality"
The stars make diamonds
upon your face
The moon smiles down
from outer space
Don't make me wait,
don't make me wait
The clouds surround us,
the angels sing
-Tell me I'm dreamin'
-Tell me I'm dreamin'
This has got to be
make-believe
Tell me your dream
But I can't
shake the feelin'
This love is real as can be
Our love is real
This love is real as can be
[pensive music]
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