Karma (2025)

[bunniefuu]

(distant sirens)

(birds chirping)

Kids, I'm sorry about all of this.

I know it is very overwhelming but I'm

sure we'll get to the bottom of it.

We're going to have to speak with all

of you in regards to what took place

here so we will need to contact all

of your parents and have them lead us

down to the station.

So Tim, can you tell me what happened?

I mean it's not much to say detective.

I was asleep, I woke up to screams

saying she couldn't breathe so I called 9

1-1 and now we're here.

So you're sure there's

nothing else that you

want to say about the things that happened

at your house?

No, no, no.

We played games, we watched movies, went to

sleep.

Next thing I know, scream saying she can't

breathe.

That's it.

That's all I know.

Tim, if it's something you need to tell

me, now would be the time.

Don't worry about what

your little friends might

think or if they'll get upset with you.

Someone lost their life last night and we

need to be able to explain why to

the family.

So are you trying to say that we

did something to her?

Well, as of right now the ME is

saying it was some sort of heart attack

but I mean she was a very young

girl.

It also looked as if there was some

sort of substance on her hands so we're

trying to determine if

something may have startled

her or she had a reaction to something

but I know how kids can be.

Hell, I was a kid once.

No parents around,

group of friends together.

We like to play practical jokes or haze

each other.

I know.

Tim, as I said before, we're just trying

to get to the bottom of it.

Well, like I said before, that's all I

know.

Look, we're all friends.

We wanted to hang out and that's what

we did.

Well, Monica is saying

that she recently moved

here and she just started hanging out with

you although she only hangs out with the

rest of them because of you.

She also said that last night was the

deceased's first time

hanging out with any of

you.

So again, are you insinuating that what we

concocted up a sleepover to cause harm to

her?

Because that's what it seems like.

Oh, concocted.

Such a big word for such a young

man to say.

Like I said, we're just trying to get

to the bottom of it.

Well, you did and you've gotten to the

bottom of this interview.

You know, my dad said that you can

question me, not interrogate me.

Oh.

So if you want to talk to me

again, I suggest you want to contact our

lawyer.

I know my rights and I'm done with

this interview.

Yep.

Since you know everything,

you know that your

dad is flying back from Texas and he

arranged for you to have a sleepover at

Brucie's tonight.

I'll go get Brucie's mother and let her

know that you're ready.

Yeah, you do that.

I'll be seeing you again, Tim.

So, what do you think?

I think them kids had something to do

with it.

I can feel it.

Sooner or later, the truth is going to

come out and that's if they don't turn

on each other first.

I know.

It's just so tragic, you know?

I mean, that kid.

That kid lost her life trying to make

friends.

I know.

I know it's a lot to deal with,

especially with a kid so young.

Are you going to be okay?

Yeah.

Just give me a minute so I can

gather myself.

Hey, you're entitled to be emotional.

Thank you.

Look, I don't know how they did things

at your other precinct, but like I've been

telling you, we look out for each other

here.

You got a family here with us.

Family.

Something that kid will

never get to experience

again.

Yeah.

Right.

But you know, it's like my mother used

to always tell me, it's this thing called

karma and it always comes around.

It may not be today.

It may not be tomorrow.

Hell, it might even be years from now,

but oh, it will get you.

(speaking in Spanish)

You can not hide from karma

(slow music)

It's the hardest part of the job.

And I've been emotional enough.

So I do not want to upset the

family even more.

So can you handle that?

Yeah, I got it.

But you would think after working for a

year already that you would be so emotional

still.

Wait a minute.

Five seconds ago, you

said you're entitled to

be emotional.

Now you switch up on me.

All right.

Okay.

Okay.

You got me with that.

Why don't you run down to the ME

and see what the substance was on her

hands.

I'll take care of the family.

We'll do.

14 f*cking years old.

Damn kids.

Guys can get us a better hangout spot.

Man, for real.

I know your granddaddy left you this spot

and sh*t, but you can at least upgrade

the m*therf*cking place.

Hey, don't be talking sh*t, bro.

Everybody ain't got no

rich a*s granddaddy, all

right?

Ah, that's facts.

That's facts.

At least we can do whatever we want

to do in here, but nobody's nagging us

and talking like, oh, what's up with the

Bible or some sh*t like that.

Hey, chill out.

Okay.

Cause y'all two are the main reason

my daddy don't want me hanging out with

all y'all.

All right.

All right.

Now that with all the complaining and the

bullshit, let's get down to business.

Who's our first victim?

I got you right here in my boy

head.

All right.

So start this sh*t off.

First, we got Nick.

Now my man Walt drew a d*ck on

his forehead with a sharpie.

So what y'all score there?

Hey, yeah, that was pretty good.

No lie.

I give that a 4.7. Hey, I

give it three points.

Damn.

That's it?

Come on, y'all.

You don't know how long it probably took

him to get that sh*t off his face?

Who the f*ck cares?

Hey, what's with you, Monica?

I mean, is he riding with us or

is you like an undercover snitch or some

sh*t?

You two are ridiculous.

Okay.

Like identical assholes.

What can I say?

That's my m*therf*cking

brother been cool dude since

we was in diapers.

I can't say the same about Nick though.

More like you're jealous of him because he

stole your girl.

Damn.

Chill out.

What's your little problem, b*tch?

Damn.

Oh, b*tch.

Huh?

Yeah.

So now you want to go there?

Hey, yo, yo, yo, chill out.

Whoa.

Apologize, bro.

Don't diss her like that.

But she acted a little b*tch, bro.

I don't give a f*ck.

All right.

That's family.

How many times she done had all of

our backs?

I say you sorry for real, bro.

Please.

Yo, I'm sorry, Monica.

Sometimes I let my

emotions control my mouth.

Whatever.

Now, if you two toddlers are done, can

we get back to this now?

I hate you, bro.

All right, Monica points.

Whenever you give it, TJ, you're the boss,

right?

All right.

Whatever.

So that means Walt has 12.

Put that in there.

All right.

Next up, we got Stephanie.

My man Boosie got the tea from Bianca,

what kind of dudes that she likes, slid

in the DMs, played Prince

Charming, cracked this

sh*t, and then told her it was just

a joke.

Now, that sh*t was top tier.

I give that five points.

Hey, didn't that b*tch

leave town after that

sh*t too?

Nah, as*h*le.

My mom got some fancy-a*s job in

Chicago, so she left because of that.

Oh, my bad.

Fancy job.

Hey, but I ain't gonna lie to her,

man.

I feel bad about that one.

I mean, well, you did make her fall

in love.

f*ck her.

And then tell her it was all a

joke.

I mean, he did actually like her, until

this one convinced him it was froze before

humps.

I mean, we don't have time for that

love sh*t, that relationship sh*t.

Let's be talking about money.

So now money is more important than a

person's feelings?

Uh, better, yeah.

What if somebody did that to your sister?

I guess I'll have to have one in

order for that to happen, right?

I swear, f*cking ridiculous.

Oh, my God.

Would you two shut the f*ck up?

For real, though.

For real, I already asked y'all to

cut it out, man.

Damn.

Points, please.

I give it a five.

I said five, all right.

Monica?

Majority rules.

All right, I got it at a five,

too.

So that means Brucie is up to 20.

Damn.

You gonna have to do a lot of

making up to catch her today.

Yeah, I'm already going.

All right, so next we got Miles, who

sent a d*ck pic to Bianca, and she

shared that sh*t with the whole school.

And unfortunately, he did not have a lot

to be proud of.

Ah, that sh*t was cold-blooded.

Well, you know me, I need that money.

Cold-blooded, baby.

Hey, how much are we up to now,

T.J.? I mean, well, n*gga, you know

I feel mad.

But, uh, I mean, sh*t, we started this

sh*t, start a senior

year, each been putting

about 20 a week.

Count it up.

Do the math.

Oh, okay.

I might be able to take me a

little graduation trip

to Miami or something.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Don't think you won just yet, now that

you know.

I think I got it in the bag,

though.

All right, and I'm sure that you don't,

because, uh, remember Xavier?

I put lashes in the smoothie, and he

sh*t himself in front of everybody.

Hey, yo, that sh*t was nasty.

Had the whole

lunchroom full of, like, sh*t,

literally.

Ah, uh, yeah, I get that sh*t right

there, uh, 4.2, and I'll give Bianca's,

the same as Miles' p*nis size, a solid

three.

Hey, yeah, nah, that sh*t was crazy.

I'm gonna give B a 3.2, and

I'll give T.J. a 3.9. Okay,

I ain't gonna lie, that was pretty good.

4.7, T.J. Okay, Monica?

Same as you, and same as Brucie.

All right, so, uh, I'll give Bianca 3

.9, and that means that her score is

now at 13.8, and mine's at a

17.5. So, the only person left is

you, Monica.

I told y'all I'm not doing this

sh*t.

Okay, throwing water

balloons is one thing, egging

people's house is another, but y'all have

been taking this sh*t way too far lately.

Some of the stuff ain't even on that

list.

Like what?

Oh, so are we just gonna pretend like

Walt didn't announce

Perry's mother's death on the

intercom?

The boy passed out in the middle of

the classroom.

It's the reason you two

assholes got expelled.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa.

That sh*t was unpredictable.

How the f*ck did we both know it

was gonna get expelled?

Yeah, so blame him for your mistake.

Why don't you take your a*s home with

Daddy and pray about it?

You know what?

No, no, what?

Tell me, please inform me.

Maybe I will, Walter.

Maybe I'll just leave and never visit you

assholes again.

Hallelujah, thank God there is one.

Monica, wait, wait,

don't, don't listen to her,

okay?

Please stay.

We don't want you to leave.

No, n*gga, you don't want her to leave,

because we all know that

you've been questioning

her since Louis Charleston,

but we practically grown

now, and she's still stuck in that devout

Christian ways.

The only reason why we kept her around

is because she helped us with our damn

homework.

You're an as*h*le, man.

Damn.

Hey, Monica.

Get your b*tch, dude.

Hey, you ain't telling

no lies, though, sh*t.

Hey, I ain't gonna lie.

I kind of like Monica.

Yeah, that's because

you borderline like her a*s

for real.

You better watch the f*ck out before you

out the door with her little prude a*s.

Man, chill, bro.

You know I'm game.

I'm just saying, she kind of cool.

No, the b*tch not built like the type

of n*gg*s that we is.

Period.

Where's Allison Churchland?

Well, thanks to you n*gg*s, she left.

Finally, now that the Romeo and Julia love

story is over, can we get back to

business?

School will be finished next week.

Which means we need to determine the winner

before then.

Well, you two m*therf*ckers

ain't even graduated, so

y'all got all year long.

Hey, man, f*ck you, all right?

I'm gonna get my G.

That ain't sh*t.

What I'm concerned

about is winning this money,

so I'll get me some new sh*t for

the summer.

Yes, sir.

You hoes gonna be on us.

Oh, me?

What are you talking about?

Yeah, well, since

Monica's gone, we all need

to pull a prank each.

That way, we can determine the winner.

I mean, why can't we just determine the

winner right now?

It's not like there's a tie or something.

You just said that to your a*s in

the league.

For real.

Plus, we was formed based on Monica being

here, so I agree.

I think we should all do one prank

each, and whoever gets the highest score is

the winner.

See, little Miss Sunshine

always f*cking some sh*t

up.

n*gga, can you just stop for five seconds?

Plus, she's the one who gave you a

chance, because your

a*s had the least amount

of points.

Hey, he's not lying, bro.

You do need to be thanking her.

Man, whatever.

So, how should we go about picking people?

I think we should take two names, put

them in a bowl.

We all take a piece out, and whoever's

name is drawn the most, that's who we

pranking.

We gonna pull out the ultimate prank by

all pranking the same person.

I like that.

That sh*t sound cool to me.

All right.

That sh*t makes sense.

And then we just keep drawing until we

get the most of one name.

So, who's name we putting in?

It's gotta be the two most deserving people

we can think of.

I vote Monica.

n*gga, what?

I mean, she left, right?

Let's give her a*s some payback.

Come on, n*gga.

It's not like you really gave her much

of a chance.

You always f*cking with her.

Hey, TJ, right, bro?

You is always telling her she don't belong

in this sh*t.

I mean, well, she don't, because if she

did, she wouldn't have left, right?

All right.

There's already two of us that voted on

her, so go ahead.

What about Nancy?

Nancy.

Why Nancy?

I mean, why not?

She's weird as hell.

Which one is that again?

I know you've been gone for like a

month or so, so it's all kind of

a blur.

Okay, yeah, ha ha.

Let me show you.

Funny.

Her right here.

I mean, yeah, she is decent in a

little I k*ll you type of way.

Yeah, put her little weird a*s up in

that b*tch.

Wait, let me see.

Oh, no, she do it like a k*ller,

bro.

Yeah, go ahead.

Put her a*s up in there, too.

All right.

All right.

Put the names down.

Y'all ready?

Yeah.

All right.

Nancy.

Come on.

Damn.

My goodness, Dan.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait, wait.

Why'd you rip this sh*t up?

Everybody else put that sh*t on the table.

Why'd you rip it up?

Because I did, n*gga.

What, you got a problem with me trying

to prank a little b*tch or something?

I told you I could f*cking disrespect her.

So you gonna punch me, n*gga?

Yeah.

Yeah.

All right.

I'm on your a*s, boy.

Man, get the f*ck out of here, n*gga.

f*ck you.

Get the f*ck out of here, b*tch.

Go ahead and run, b*tch.

Go be with your b*tch, b*tch.

Sit down.

Sit down.

I mean, you did antagonize the n*gga, bro.

What did the car really say?

All that matters is Monica gonna get hers.

And now TJ just might, too.

Look, Monica, I know

that you're probably mad

at me.

I just want to say I'm sorry.

Okay.

You were right.

You were right.

All right.

That they're happy that you left and now

they're talking about they're

gonna play some crazy

a*s prank on you.

But you know, I would never let any...

Monica.

Monica.

Hey.

Hey.

Are you okay?

What happened?

You hurt?

The box.

The box.

Look at this.

Is this supposed to be you?

I don't know.

I think so.

Where the f*ck is it stabbed up like

that?

It's a cross, TJ.

What the f*ck kind of voodoo sh*t is

that?

(tense music)

Just because you don't

physically participate doesn't mean

you can't be held just as accountable.

Who the f*ck was sending this bullshit?

Who wouldn't?

We've been pranking

people since the eighth grade,

TJ.

I mean, we've traumatized people.

We've traumatized people.

We've even f*cking k*lled people.

Shut the f*ck up.

Don't say that sh*t.

I didn't do sh*t.

And you didn't do sh*t.

That's just it, TJ.

We didn't do sh*t.

We just stood by.

We didn't even say anything.

I mean, f*ck, Monica.

What were we supposed to do?

Something.

I mean, what if somebody knows?

No.

Okay.

No.

Nobody can know.

You were the only ones there that know.

I bet this was one of your wannabe

gangster fans.

What?

No, not.

They wouldn't do that.

No, I bet it was Walt.

What?

Yeah, the hardest acting

ones are usually the

softest.

No, Monica, you're tripping.

Okay, it's like you said, we didn't do

so much sh*t to so many people, so

why do you think that this is because

of that night?

That's just it, TJ.

I mean, we've f*cked up so many people's

lives.

We don't even know who would want to

f*ck up ours.

I don't f*cking know either, Monica.

I don't know.

I'm going over there to see if one

of your b*tch a*s friends had something to

do with this.

No, you can either ride with me or

you can stand in front of them like

you always do.

The choice is yours.

Hey, hey, hey.

I'm always riding with you, but let me

take charge.

Okay?

I got this and I got you.

Okay, let's go.

Hey, hey, which one of you n*gg*s is

sending sh*t to Monica's house?

Man, didn't we ban both of you b*tches?

Why the f*ck is you here?

It's in the top f*cking games, n*gga.

Who did it?

n*gga do what?

As you can see, we've been here since

you f*cking left.

Then explain this sh*t.

Uh, the f*ck is that?

I don't f*cking know.

Someone sent it to Monica with a f*cking

note.

What do you mean with a f*cking note?

What the f*cking note say?

It says some sh*t about just because you

don't participate doesn't

mean you can't be held

accountable.

Wait, what the f*ck is that supposed to

mean?

I mean, I'm no genius, but it seems

like they're trying to say just because of

Monica praising a*s don't do none of the

heavy lifting don't mean she ain't just as

responsible.

So it was you?

You sent this beat?

Well, unless I got the Steve Urkel time

machine to travel back to the future.

Now, how the hell did I do?

Then who did it, bro?

Did y'all pay somebody to deliver this

sh*t or something?

Bro, we literally just

decided that this m*therf*cker

was next.

Like what?

25 minutes ago.

So how the f*ck did we pay someone

to do that sh*t?

Be realistic, b*tch.

(phone ringing)

Is that your phone?

It's mine.

I don't know.

The number's blocked.

f*cking answer it.

Put it on speaker.

Hello.

Hello.

Who the f*ck is this?

And how did you get my number and

address?

Let's just say I'm someone

you're very familiar

with.

What does that even mean?

Oh, don't you worry.

You'll find out sooner.

What the f*ck is going on?

You don't f*cking know.

That's what we're trying to figure out.

Hey, guys, look at this.

You lied and took an appearance.

Now you will feel the ultimate betrayal.

You'll stop f*cking playing

on phones and dropping

off weird a*s boxes and sh*t, you creep

a*s n*gg*s.

Or else you're gonna have to see me,

b*tch.

If you got a problem, step up like

a real man instead of

hiding behind packages

and phones, b*tch.

Yeah, you really showed him.

Hey, don't start with your bullshit.

I know both of y'all.

Don't start with your bullshit.

This sh*t is serious, okay?

If it's none of us, then somebody's f*cking

with us.

I think it's just a prank, y'all.

You know, everybody know how we like to

prank people and sh*t,

so they probably just

trying to get us back for all the

sh*t we did.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Be right, bro.

It's just a prank.

It's just a prank.

I don't know why y'all acting all

scared and riled up over a box and

a car.

Ooh, so scary.

Just chill, f*ck out,

and drink some liquor,

damn.

sh*t, let me throw you a little shot.

Let's turn up in here.

Yeah, yeah, B is right, y'all.

Let's just take a breath and let's just

chill.

It's definitely a prank.

Hey, this kind of good.

Who brought this?

Straight.

Huh?

sh*t.

sh*t.

B, B, wait, wait, B, what's wrong?

What's happening?

What's happening?

B, breathe, breathe, B, B.

(slow dramatic music)

She's dead.

Hey, yo, she's f*cking dead, yo.

Nah, nah, come on, man.

What the f*ck?

The bottle.

She looked at the bottle before she opened

the bottle.

She looked at it.

Monica's right.

She looked at the bottle and she looked

scared.

We got to find it.

Where the f*cking road somewhere?

Wait, here, here, here.

I found it, I found it, I found

it.

It says.

What the f*ck does it say?

Enjoy this drink.

It's your last.

What the f*ck?

What the f*ck is that sh*t supposed to

f*cking mean?

Who f*cking gave that to her?

Okay, well, don't look at us.

We just got here.

Bullshit.

One of you b*tches bought that sh*t.

What?

n*gga, there's no way

you're f*cking blaming us

for this sh*t.

That sh*t wasn't here before.

No, you just said some bullshit.

Well, that's the f*cking lowest.

So what?

Is she gonna f*cking sit there?

n*gga, you think we bought it?

Hey, look, that sh*t just wasn't here, all

right?

I'm not accusing nobody, bro.

Well, I the f*ck am.

Somebody bought that sh*t and now B's on

the floor, f*cking dead.

What are we supposed to do now?

Call the cops and tell them that we

was here drinking illegally?

Just tell them the

f*cking truth, all right?

We was chilling here.

Someone said this sh*t.

B's dead.

Someone's trying to f*cking k*ll us.

That's it.

That's all we got to say.

What are we gonna do about this board

and sh*t?

Throw it away.

Throw it away.

Throw all the liquor away.

Throw the board away.

Only leave the stuff that was sent.

Throw it all away.

f*ck.

f*ck.

Well, I know it was only gonna be

a matter of time before I met you

guys again.

What the f*ck is that supposed to mean?

Well, I see your mouth has grown up

just as well as you have.

Now, who's gonna tell me what happened?

Or did you all wake up hearing screams

and her saying she couldn't breathe?

You got jokes and sh*t, don't you?

Yeah, all right.

Not at all.

Someone lost their life and I just want

to get to the bottom of it, you

know, so I can tell the family why

their loved one isn't gonna

come home anymore.

We want to tell you what happened.

Well, I'm all ears, son.

Unless, of course, you

need an attorney present.

It all started when I got this box.

Oh, yeah?

What kind of box?

The kind a gift would come in.

Go on.

So I opened it.

What was in it?

I don't know.

Some voodoo kind of doll.

It had needles sticking out of it and

blood all around it.

Well, I hope you guys aren't making any

witches mad now, are you?

My f*cking god, bro.

No, ma'am.

I would hope not.

Anyway, DJ and I went back to Brucie's,

trying to figure out if it was just

a joke or something.

Bianca opened some alcohol,

started drinking, and now

she's dead.

So none of you know where this moonshine

came from?

Moonshine?

Really?

No, we don't.

None of us had anything.

We don't know where it came from or

who gave it to her.

Well, we sent it off for processing, so

the lab should be able to tell us

what was in it.

Hopefully.

Next is tracing who would have given it

to her.

Mighty strange you said you'd see us again.

Oh, really, Mr. Muscles?

And why is that?

That bottle opener has some ring like that

you'd be talking.

Look here, young in,

I've been doing this since

way longer before you've been born.

I know trouble when I see it.

Man, f*ck you.

You don't care about

what happened to Bianca.

You seem happy about it, actually.

Well, how ironic.

That's exactly what I

thought about you, strong

guy.

Man, f*ck this sh*t.

I'm out of here.

Whoa, whoa.

Why don't we take this conversation to the

station?

I'll catch up later with your homeboys and

get their statement.

Anyway.

What is this?

It's the box that I received.

Oh, okay.

We'll send it to the lab for processing

and see if they come up with anything.

Meantime, why don't you guys go wait by

my car so we can go to the

station?

Just let me give this to an officer

first.

(insects trilling)

So when are you going to tell him

about us?

Do you really think right now is the

best time for all that?

Okay, but you say that every time, though.

Look, you know I'm going through some sh*t

right now.

I just lost my best f*cking friend like

two hours ago.

Do you not get that?

Okay, I'm sorry.

Look, I gotta go.

I gotta go pick up.

No, hey, you coming to

Ricky's costume party?

Man, I don't know.

It's too much weird sh*t going on to

think about some party.

Well, it's we first and, you know.

Plus, I got a sexy little costume.

I know you want to see it.

Yeah?

What kind?

Well, you're just gonna

have to come tonight

if you want to find out.

Yeah, I think I might.

You smell like perfume up in here, n*gga.

That's why you went missing half the day.

You went to the city to get some

a*s, huh?

No, bro.

You know me.

I'm happy right here around town and sh*t.

Yeah, bro.

That is true.

That's true.

What's good, though?

You straight?

No, hell no.

Really not.

Yeah, bro.

I'm already knowing.

I just got off the phone with your

mom's bro.

She said she's been calling you all day

and you're not picking up.

Yeah, man.

I just ain't really want to talk to

nobody, bro.

All they gonna do is cry.

I was going to make me cry.

Trying to be strong.

I didn't cry enough.

I hear you with all that.

I hear you.

But Bianca was family, bro.

And it hurts when you lose family.

It's just I feel a little bit sad.

I mean, Bianca was family to everybody.

So we all a little bit sad right

now.

Just know we love you, bro.

We're here for you.

Man, f*ck all that confidence sh*t, man.

I got something to make sure we stay

safe.

Oh, yeah?

What's that?

This.

Bro, what the f*ck, bro?

Where'd you get that sh*t?

Don't worry about it.

I got it.

I got us.

I'm gonna take us up.

Got another thing coming.

Is it loaded?

Yeah.

Hold it.

No, I'm cool, bro.

Like your OG just said, bro.

We've been in so much sh*t already today.

I ain't trying to get it no more

mess.

I feel like a little b*tch right now,

bro.

Did you not see what the f*ck happened

to be?

Bro, this sh*t is real.

I'm gonna f*ck out here.

This sh*t ain't no f*cking prank.

I hear you with all that.

But sh*t just got real today, bro.

So what the f*ck made you need a

g*n before that?

Man, before don't matter.

Only right not do.

Whatever.

You say that now.

Who is?

I don't know, bro.

Say I'm gonna call it.

Maybe that crazy m*therf*cker again.

They actually put on speaker.

Hello?

Hello?

Yo, what's good, bro?

Y'all sliding by the spot tonight or

what?

This n*gga.

Man, didn't you just hear about beat dying

like two hours ago?

Come on now.

This small a*s town.

You know I'm paying her.

sh*t.

That's why we trying to turn the f*ck

up.

We're trying to celebrate my little boo.

And you know, she loved a good costume

party.

Right about that, though.

She didn't let us.

That's what I'm saying, bro.

Come to walk.

I'll be there.

sh*t.

My sister on her way.

She invited a few little home girls and a

couple of the guys that they come to.

So what's it at?

I'm gonna slide you to Addie right now,

bro.

I bet.

I bet.

So what you think?

And I don't know sh*t.

All this weird sh*t going on, man.

Like cool, you know, just to go to

get all my a*s off of this sh*t.

Yeah, you're right about that, though.

I'd have to go by the crib to

grab something to wear.

No, I think by the crib, bro.

I'm going to see what we got going

on at the back.

I ain't got time to see my mama

right now.

f*ck around.

Walk her up in the crib or some

sh*t.

Yeah.

Hey, should we call TJ and Mark?

Hell no.

f*ck them.

Hell no.

They're probably off

holding hands and praying or

some sh*t.

Well, considering how

this day going, we all

could use some prayer right now.

Yeah.

The only m*therf*cker

that shouldn't pray is the

m*therf*cker who heard me pray at the 12

o'clock before I do.

Damn, I think my ba*ls might actually be

frozen.

You didn't need to know that, bro.

You didn't need to know that.

That's too much information for me.

Bro, you're my brother.

I don't care.

Get your a*s in there.

All right, bro.

Act like n*gg*s just can't talk.

No, you can't.

I don't want to hear about that sh*t.

All right.

Hey, but real quick.

What's up?

Before we go in there, bro, let's talk.

Okay, let's go.

(muffled club music)

So, bro, are you sure you're up for

this after all that sh*t

that's happened today?

I mean, after all that happened today, I

think we need this sh*t.

Yeah, I look at you on that, bro.

Hopefully, we can just go in there and

escape all this bullshit

that's just been happening.

Even though half the

m*therf*ckers in there are

going to be double A's.

Yeah, type sh*t, type sh*t, but you know,

f*ck it.

Oh, wait, sh*t.

Before I forget, turn on your location on

your phone.

I'm going to share my sh*t too, all

right?

I need to know where you at at

all times.

You should do good, bro.

I got you, bro.

Cool.

Look, I just shared it with you.

Bet.

Bet.

Just sent mine.

Cool.

Cool.

All right.

It should be a peace of mind, bro.

What's up?

If we get separated for any reason, you

call me, all right?

I got you.

Cool.

All right.

All right, bro.

Let's go up in there and see what's

up with these fatty youngins.

Type sh*t, you feel me?

For sure.

Hey, but wait, who are you supposed to

be anyway, n*gga?

Well, with such short

notice, n*gga, I'm me.

f*ck you talking about?

Now, who is you and why you trying

to be funny and sh*t?

Bruh.

Hey, look, you can just call me Ike

Turner, n*gga, because

I'm about to get some

p*ssy tonight.

n*gga, you ain't getting no a*s.

f*ck you mean?

f*ck you talking about?

Get your a*s up in this

m*therf*cking house,

n*gga.

I'm a little hater, bro.

I'm about to get a*s-eyed.

Hey, there them boys go.

sh*t, what it is?

How you feeling?

Man, sh*t, if you

already know, it's chilly.

I had to put one in the air

for my baby mama.

n*gga, ain't you on probation?

And you know I never gave a f*ck,

boy.

f*ck 12.

Hell, yeah.

Especially that b*tch-a*s

detective that's been f*cking

with us all day.

sh*t on your a*s, huh?

Damn.

sh*t, it's wild we're

having a Bianca, though.

Excuse me.

Hey, Rachel.

What you looking for?

And who is this?

She called me Brucey.

What's your name?

I don't know.

I might tell you if you can have

a couple drinks with me.

Sound like a plan.

Okay, come on.

Hey, bro.

What's up?

Remember, that phone, n*gga.

I got you, bro.

Uh, you don't have to worry about him.

I'm gonna text you in a minute, okay?

What'd you say about Ike turning up?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I don't care how much

you're beating, though,

n*gga.

That f*cking phone.

Y'all Gucci, bro?

Yeah, we cool.

I just don't want to go missing that

phone.

Damn.

Birkin that kitty costume, baby.

Hell, yeah.

Thank you, bro.

Hey, I'm gonna go see what's to these

m*therf*ckers in here.

I'm gonna holler at you later.

All right.

I'm gonna definitely see you later, baby.

What the f*ck going on with that?

Jealous?

That lame-a*s n*gga?

Old-a*s n*gga?

f*ck no.

f*ck out of here with that sh*t.

I think you're jealous.

Nah.

I think I kind of like it.

You wanna go upstairs?

Yeah.

So, why didn't you text me about if

you were coming or not?

I'm sorry.

My mind's just been clouded.

So, how do you think that makes me

feel?

Worrying about you?

Having to sneak around to see you?

To make sure you're okay?

To let you know you're not alone?

I mean, how do you expect us to

keep going on like this?

I don't want to keep our relationship a

secret.

Well, you can't just want me behind closed

doors.

Man, here you go with this sh*t, man.

Like, Bianca just died.

She just f*cking died.

Not even 24 hours ago and here you

go trying to argue with me with this

bullshit.

Man, I'm not trying to argue, okay?

Look, I care about you and I want

to be able to do so in the

way that I want to do it.

Yeah, I understand that.

But can you give me some time to

make sure that's not an issue?

Bianca, no.

Yeah, I told her because, you know, I

figured she wouldn't

tell nobody until I was

able to be told.

That's how much I loved her.

She loved me the same.

Respected me the same.

She did look at me differently.

I feel, I feel so alone.

And the only person I was able to

express myself to is gone.

She's gone.

She's gone.

She's not f*cking coming back.

And I'm so f*cked up about it.

So, all I'm asking is for a little

time.

Can I get that, please?

I'm sorry.

I'm here.

Okay, please, please

don't think I'm not because

I'm right here.

And I want you to be.

But all I'm asking is for a little

understanding.

Is that okay?

I can do that.

Thank you.

So where do your little friends run off

to?

Your guess is as good as mine, detective.

He can be a real hothead, huh, that

Walter?

I mean, he can be.

But nowadays just about everybody is.

Monica's not.

And you're not either.

I think it's just a facade you have

on when you're with others sometimes.

But you know what?

I think you're a good kid, Tim.

It doesn't seem like it's what you know.

Seeing as how you got some sort of

vendetta against us.

Oh, please.

I don't hold grudges.

I just wanted to get to the bottom

of the truth with everything.

And honestly, I felt like we didn't get

that from any of you.

Could be the reason why you're sitting here

today.

I mean, y'all do have a history

of pranking folks.

I got the records.

Talked to your classmates.

And that's how I knew I would see

you guys again.

Not one of you guys have changed from

the last time I met you.

The suspect list in Bianca's death is going

to be like a binder full.

Tim, do you understand the havoc that you

guys have all been

wreaking in this community?

I mean, we never meant to hurt anybody.

Yet that's all you have ever done.

So what can you tell me about all

of this?

What do you think led to the m*rder

of Bianca?

I'm not sure.

You sure about that?

I mean, I thought you all were close,

right?

I wouldn't say we were close.

Our connection came through TJ.

I only hung around them because I wanted

to be around him.

See, no, no, no.

That's not what we're gonna do.

I know that this is a small town

and we may do some small town sh*t,

but I never heard of

somebody hanging around

a bunch of crazy

m*therf*ckers for over three

years just because she got a crush on

one of the little boys.

Hang out with the boy.

Why tolerate being around all of them?

I know.

I always tell TJ he acts like he

needs to be liked by them for them

to accept him, but maybe deep down part

of me did too.

So I'm gonna need more details on the

argument, who you may have thought sent the

box, and anything of that nature.

I'm just trying to get to the bottom

of this, okay?

They like to prank people.

That's why we were arguing.

They wanted me to and I didn't want

to.

What type of prank?

The pranks vary with each person.

I tried to tell them they were taking

it too far.

What do you mean they were taking it

too far?

They were causing some

serious harm with some

of the things that they were doing to

people.

There's this point board

with everybody and everything

they've ever done and they got rid of

it when they called 911 for Bianca.

It's in a trash bin across an alley

behind Brucie's.

That's why I thought one of them sent

the box.

They told me that I would be next

and they said how could they have sent

the box if they were all at Brucie's,

nobody left, and they had just decided I

was the next one to prank.

What do you think the prank against you

would consist of?

Who knows, but knowing them it would have

been the worst one yet.

Okay, I'm gonna have an officer try to

retrieve the poster

board that you mentioned.

Now the box had your prints, TJ's, and

a couple of others which I'm assuming is

everybody else because

you all handled it, but

other than that it's clean.

Do you have one of those doorbell camos?

I wish.

My dad says the lord watches over us

so what do we need a camera for?

Daddy real old school religion, huh?

Yeah, yeah he is.

Can I call him?

Yeah, of course.

We're done here.

The officer can take you home.

Thank you.

Look, Monica, I'm glad you let me know

everything.

Now we're over to start.

I'm sure you're the only one who is,

but thank you.

Don't worry, everything

will be fine, all right?

Hmm.

Well, seems like we have

some new information.

What is this about a poster board or

some sh*t a five-year-old would create?

What, you got f*cking

jokes now or something?

I don't know what you're talking about.

We're not making a presentation.

What poster?

Well, you need to talk to your little

girlfriend about that.

Seems like you two have

a miscommunication going

on.

I don't know what she told y'all,

okay, but I don't know anything about no

f*cking poster.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Look, man, are we done?

I need to get home.

You're free to go, son.

I'll have an officer escort you.

No, no, no, I'm good.

I think I can find my own way

home.

T.J., T.J., wait, what's wrong?

Yo, I can't f*cking believe you.

Me?

After all the sh*t that's gone down you

really think I'm the one to blame?

Really, T.J.? That doesn't mean that you

had to go running your f*cking mouth about

a f*cking poster that was supposed to be

in the garbage.

There's no reason that she should have been

asking me about that.

You know what?

It's about time somebody said something.

Bianca is dead.

Not only is she dead, but somebody f*cking

k*lled her.

Do you not get that?

You know what?

You're just like the rest of them.

Have a good night, and don't bother ever

contacting me again.

Wait, Monica, Monica, wait, wait.

What?

I don't think that we should be splitting

up right now.

Yeah?

Well, I'd rather be k*lled alone than be

k*lled with you.

sh*t.

(slow rap music)

Boyfriend at?

I don't have one of those.

Is that right?

Yes.

I can't even tell you that.

I'd like to explore.

(tense music)

Explore what exactly?

sh*t, you know, if you let me.

Oh, you're trying to f*ck, f*ck, huh?

Oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t.

Hey, hey, come on, man, come on.

I didn't do nothing.

Come on.

You good there?

Yeah, yeah, I'm straight.

(phone beeps)

Is that my phone or yours?

No, I think it's me.

Let me see.

What the f*ck?

What's wrong?

Brucey sent me his location.

Wait, why?

Isn't he here?

What the f*ck?

I thought, but apparently he's f*cking not.

But why would he leave?

He knows how paranoid you've been.

f*ck if I know, man.

I'm gonna call his a*s.

I'm sorry.

He's a little tied up at the moment.

Who the f*ck is this, and where the

f*ck is Bruce?

Do you really think you have any room

to question me?

I'm the one in charge.

Okay.

All right.

All right.

You're right.

Okay.

Just, just don't hurt him.

All right.

Why don't you come to meet me?

You or him?

All right.

Yeah.

All right.

Cool.

Yeah.

Just tell me where, but don't hurt him.

I wonder how he knew that he knew

he was f*cking his first real love.

And f*ck you, b*tch.

There he goes.

There's that arrogant c*ck as*h*le.

All right, man.

Just, just don't hurt my friend.

All right.

Just, just don't f*cking hurt him.

Friends, you say?

I never knew friends

f*cked each other, though.

f*ck!

f*ck!

What?

Babe, what is wrong?

Is Brucie okay?

I don't f*cking know, man.

I bet it was just that b*tch she

was with, man.

b*tch?

What b*tch, Walt?



Damn!

No, no, no.

Don't touch her.

You don't want to find any prints on

her a*s.

sh*t.

All right.

All right.

f*ck.

What should we do?

What should we do?

Okay, let's just get the f*ck out of

here.

No, but like, what should we do?

Okay, well, call the f*cking police.

What if Bruce is dead?

No, no, no.

We don't know that.

Okay?

So let's just call the police, and we'll

get the f*ck out of here.

Okay?

Babe, I don't want you to get hurt.

And I don't want you getting hurt.

So let's just go.

Okay?

sh*t.

sh*t!

Okay.

Um, um, okay.

Carpets off of your phone.

Tell them that there's a k*ller here.

I can't have them tagging me.

Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo.

Y'all gotta come quick.

Everybody downstairs is dead.

n*gga, you don't see this b*tch right here

dead, too?

n*gga, are you serious right now?

Okay, no, no, no.

I don't want you going anywhere.

This m*therf*cker got my brother.

Hey!

Now, that's gangster, homie!

f*ck, I never thought I'd be this happy

to see your a*s, bro.

Man, did I tell you to call me

if something f*cking happened to you, bro?

How the f*ck was I gonna do that

when I was trying to get away from

that crazy b*tch?

Didn't you see what did to her neck?

Yeah.

Get that b*tch's f*cking head off.

Exactly.

Didn't you see what I was trying to

make like a bird and fly the f*ck

out of there?

Well, you clearly ain't

got your f*cking wings,

chick.

You clearly ain't going no f*cking where.

Let's get the f*ck home, man.

Damn, give me your wife.

Get the f*ck home.

Let's go.

Get the f*ck out of here.

f*ck!

I'm gonna call TJ.

I'm gonna call TJ.

I'm gonna call TJ.

All right, man.

sh*t.

f*ck, TJ, TJ.

Yes, bro, bro, bro.

Yes, bro, bro.

Me and Brucie, we're at the Older Band

Theater on Womack Road, bro.

You gotta come get us, bro.

You gotta come, bro.

Bro.

What happened?

f*ck!

My phone died.

f*ck!

f*ck!

Bro, I gotta take a piss, bro.

You gotta what?

All that sh*t!

n*gga, I'm scared.

I gotta pee.

You piss when you scared?

f*ck that!

Where the f*ck are you going?

f*ck!

(dramatic music)

Why sh**t this m*therf*cking man?

You took the b*ll*ts out my f*cking g*n?

Wait, n*gga!

Bro.

Bro, calm the f*ck down.

f*ck all that calm down sh*t, n*gga.

Answer the f*cking question.

Look, you know I know this town better

than anybody, bro.

What?

That doesn't even make sense now, n*gga.

f*ck that.

Hell no.

Come on, man.

I'm trying to tell you.

I was in high school for like seven

years, bro.

And I danced all the time to get

high.

And this is one of the only abandoned

locations in town.

No, no, no.

This sh*t don't even

f*cking sound right, bro.

All these dead m*therf*ckers

popping up and then

you just appear?

No, I'm cool on that.

I'm cool, bro.

So what the f*ck?

You trying to accuse me of being the

k*ller?

Yeah.

Really?

Did you forget I was with y'all

when the m*therf*cker

was running around the entire

house k*lling everyone?

And here your a*s is, yet alive.

k*ll that sh*t, dawg.

You sound silly as hell.

And low-key, you blowing my eyes.

f*ck that.

Ricky!

Ricky, Ricky, Ricky, Ricky.

I told you I wasn't the damn k*ller.

Now I gotta die sober, cuz of your

a*s.

Really?

Whoa!

Brucie, are y'all in here?

DJ, help!

f*cking help, bro!

Oh sh*t.

Just keep yelling to me, bro.

I'm coming.

What the f*ck happened?

He k*lled him, bro.

He f*cking k*lled him.

f*ck, is that Ricky?

Didn't that n*gga graduate

like three years ago?

Wait.

Wait, whoa.

Where's Brucie?

I thought it was him.

I thought it was him.

That's...

That's my fault.

f*ck.

f*ck.

f*ck, bro.

Look.

It's OK.

It's OK.

But we need to leave.

And we need to leave now.

OK?

Come on, bro.

Let's go.

My bad, bro.

I'm sorry.

But that's what you get for looking at

my b*tch, n*gga.

Oh, f*ck.

Come on, bro.

Let's go.

Whoa.

You think it's the cops?

I don't f*cking know.

Oh, f*ck.

OK.

It's Hernandez.

f*ck!

What the f*ck happened?

Is that blood all over you?

What the f*ck you think happened?

n*gg*s is in there dying.

And just like the movies, y'all always

show up after the fact.

And yes, it's f*cking blood on me.

Take that to your little test or whatever

the f*ck it is y'all do with

it.

You know it, Walter.

You're a real jerk-off.

Now tell me what the f*ck is going

on here.

Are you hurt?

Damn, lady.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Where's your partner?

Are you f*cking kidding me?

You called me.

Other officers are gone

over an expl*si*n on

Merchester.

Half the other staff is out on some

house that got slaughtered.

So I'm sorry, Tim.

So sorry.

You're stuck with me.

Rick's dead.

Who?

Who the f*ck is Rick?

Oh, wait.

That stoner as*h*le guy

that graduated like nine

years ago?

And what do you mean he's dead?

Yes.

That stoner as*h*le dead.

Dead, dead.

Like not breathing.

No more.

Dead.

So now what?

I don't know.

Call for backup or some sh*t.

What are you asking me for?

Oh my God.

Okay.

Well, can we hurry this up?

Because it's kind of cold out here, lady.

So can we wrap this up and me

and him can go the f*ck home where

it's safe?

Can't you call that one b*tch?

What's her name?

Detective Shelley.

Call her.

f*ck.

Jesus.

Hello?

Shelley.

f*ck.

f*ck?

The f*ck you mean, f*ck?

How did you assholes know to come here?

The f*cking k*ller, man.

He f*cking picked up

Bruce's f*cking phone and

said, come here.

Okay?

And so where's Bruce now?

And how do you know he's not in

all of this?

How the f*ck am I supposed to f*cking

know?

Last time I checked, he was right there.

Stabbed in the f*cking leg.

So your guess is as good as mine.

What's up with the backup?

For right now, let's just go get in

the car.

Get in the car?

Get in the car?

Lady, are you nuts?

f*ck, no, I'm not getting in the f*cking

car tonight.

Hell no.

You got me f*cked.

Why?

Why can't we just meet you at the

station?

I can drive us there.

Because it's not an option, Tim.

f*ck you mean it's an option?

From what I see, your boy's two options

is to get in the car willingly or

get in with your hands behind your back.

Behind my back?

Oh, you really are f*cking crazy.

Hell no.

You want me to get in the f*cking

car with my hands tied behind my back?

Was that k*ller on the loose?

Got me f*cked up, baby.

Hell no.

Where is Ricky located?

I want to go out there and see

what I can find.

It's inside the f*cking building.

Just go in there and f*cking look.

I don't f*cking know.

And can you roll the f*cking window up?

I'm f*cking cold.

I can't.

I have to hear when backup comes.

Oh, backup come.

Ain't that some f*cking sh*t?

I knew this would all happen.

What the f*ck is that supposed to mean?

It means when I met you guys four

years ago, I knew all of this sh*t

would happen.

Oh, so look, she can tell the future

now.

Oh, really?

So tell me, so since you can see

the future, when you

had your premonition, was

I beating your a*s in it?

Because that's what I'm about to do.

So you fight women too, huh?

Well, if you want to act like a

n*gga, you can get whooped like one.

Since you want to walk around thinking that

you tough, cause you walking around with a

g*n and a badge, but you ain't sh*t

without it.

Oh, yeah?

And you ain't sh*t

without your little friend.

Better yet, you so weak, you can't even

stand up to them when they're in the

wrong.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, don't get quiet now.

You was just Mike Tyson, remember?

That substance that was on that kid's hands

four years ago was ketchup.

It was f*cking ketchup.

Yeah.

And now innocent people

are dying because of

you.

But guess what?

And neither do I.

Yo, what the f*ck did you just say?

What the f*ck was that?

We've been in here for a minute.

Where's the backup?

Long a*s f*cking time, actually.

Yeah.

Hold on, let me call and make sure

everything's okay.

Hello, dispatch?

Dispatch, do you copy?

f*ck.

That doesn't work either.

Of course, of course, of course.

Hey, bro, we finna die.

We finna f*cking die.

This m*therf*cker got

the window open and sh*t.

No sense of f*cking survival.

Can you just go to the station where

it's light and other people and, you know,

f*cking safety?

Look, I said it once and I will

not say it again.

We have to stay here.

(screaming)

Hey, Sissy.

Guess what?

I'm going to a sleepover tonight.

I'm so glad it was you.

Let's go.

We're gonna have so much fun.

I'm so excited, Sissy.

I'll finally have some friends.

Oh, f*ck.

Monica.

Walt.

Walt, you good?

Hell no, man.

You see what happens when you don't close

the f*cking window?

What the f*ck is all this sh*t?

Hey, what the f*ck is that above me,

bro?

What is that?

I don't know, bro.

It looks like a box or something.

Box?

Like what kind of box?

Like we're talking about

a shoebox or something?

I don't know, Walt.

I could barely move my neck without this

sh*t cutting me.

I never knew you had to move your

f*cking neck to look right in front of

you.

n*gga, I don't got time for your f*cking

sh*t right now.

Oh sh*t, is that Bruce?

Is he dead?

Bruce.

Bruce, hey, what the f*ck is going on?

Bruce!

I'm so glad that you all can make

it for our sleepover!

Sleepover?

What the f*ck?

What the f*ck?

Who the f*ck are you?

The question isn't who the f*ck am I.

The question is who the f*ck was she?

Detective Shelley?

But did you even remember hers?

Did you?

n*gga, I said, did you?

No, no, no, no.

Hey, what the f*ck are you doing?

What the f*ck are you doing?

What are you doing?

Hey!

Unlike you, I'm not going to stab him

in the back.

I just want his a*s to wake the

f*ck up.

Bruce, get out!

Bruce!

Where the f*ck am I?

Oh sh*t.

Bruce, you gotta go, bro.

You gotta get out of here.

Go get some help.

Who the f*ck?

You?

I'm so sorry.

You missed the beginning of our show.

But don't worry.

It's just about to conclude.

Oh, you f*cking b*tch.

You f*cking psycho, crazy a*s b*tch.

Brucie, Brucie, bro, you gotta go, bro.

You gotta get out of here.

Go, go, go get some help.

Get the f*ck out of here!

m*therf*cker, don't you

see my leg's stabbed up?

How the hell do you think I'm gonna

run away from this crazy b*tch?

I don't know, let's say she bite your

head with a b*tch or something.

Ah, f*ck, ah, ah, TJ, TJ, ah, what

the f*ck?

Stop crying like a b*tch.

Now don't move.

I wouldn't want you to get cut.

And then this b*tch lost her f*cking mind.

Well, now that everybody is here, I think

it's showtime.

Showtime?

Showtime?

You really think this is like a f*cking

movie, don't you?

Yes, Walter, it is.

And I even brought a special guest.

Let me go get him.

Now don't y'all go nowhere.

f*ck, f*ck.

Walt, Walt, can you get loose?

But hell no, man, she's got this sh*t

tight, tight as f*ck.

All right.

Hey, hey, you ready?

Is that Stephanie?

What the f*ck is she doing here?

You should be asking Walter that.

Hey, man, shut the f*ck up or I'll

f*cking k*ll you.

Ask Walt.

f*ck you mean, ask Walt?

Well, maybe, because

he's been f*cking her for

almost a year now.

What?

Man, man, man, don't

f*cking believe her, bro.

She's f*cking lying, man.

Don't believe me, you say.

Why don't we ask Stephanie that?

Please let me go, Walter.

Please help me, baby, please.

It's going to be okay, baby.

It's going to be okay.

Baby?

What the f*ck?

So you mean this sh*t is true?

You're supposed to be my f*cking brother.

What the f*ck were you thinking, man?

Yo, I thought you were at the lowest

when you played me and Monica, but what

happened to Bianca?

I know, man.

Bro, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, man.

Nah, man, nah.

Ain't some sh*t you just apologize for and

think it's going to be okay.

Really?

You're upset?

You're the one who broke my heart and

Walter was just there to help me heal.

Yeah, because that

m*therf*cker told me to break

up with you.

Bros before hoes, remember?

But I guess that was some sh*t because

he wanted you all along.

Man, that's some old

backstabbing shady a*s sh*t,

man.

Yeah, I know, man.

I'm sorry, bro.

I'm sorry.

f*ck, man!

All this?

All this whole f*cking prank?

Prank that ended my

sister's life, you piece

of sh*t.

She was so happy.

So happy to finally be accepted.

Liked.

Loved.

Noticed.

By somebody else other than me.

You not only tricked her.

You robbed her of the opportunity of having

anything good.

And then you prance around here like her

life never even mattered.

Well, guess what, Walter?

It mattered to me.

Hey, yo, what the f*ck?

What the f*ck?

What the f*ck is that?

What the f*ck is beeping?

Oh, it's just the countdown to your last

show.

Why don't you go?

I want to choke.

No, no, no, please.

Please, please don't hurt him.

Please don't hurt him.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It was just a f*cking prank.

It was just a f*cking prank.

If you weren't still going

around hurting people.

But it's like her life and her death

meant nothing.

Well, guess what, b*tch?

That was my sister you k*lled and she

meant every f*cking thing to me.

f*ck.

Look, look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Okay, I'm sorry.

It was just a f*cking prank.

I'm sorry.

So now I'm going to k*ll your a*s.

No, no, please, please.

(music intensifies)

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Brucey, Brucey, bro.

I'm sorry, bro.

f*ck you, n*gga.

No, no, no, please, please.

Okay, look, whatever you want.

Look, we're sorry.

We didn't mean for any of this to

happen.

You had four years to show that you

were sorry.

And Stan just showed you didn't give a

f*ck.

So guess what?

Neither do I.

Wait, wait, no, stop,

stop, wait, wait, stop,

wait, no, stop, stop, no.

Boy, you f*cking k*lled him.

Well, if that made your

stomach sick, you're

going to need a whole bucket for what

I got next.

What the f*ck is wrong with you?

I mean, if you asked me that, you

should probably ask yourself too, right?

You're a f*cking crazy b*tch.

I'm going to f*cking k*ll you when I

get out of here.

Do you realize that's

what everybody says in

a situation like this?

But you're not getting out of here.

So you're just going to f*cking k*ll us

all?

Well, that was the plan.

You think you're going to get away with

it, huh?

I'll tell you.

You see, I already have, you know, the

real Detective Donna Shelley.

She'll never be found.

I'm insure of that.

That's not even your real name.

You're not even a real f*cking cop.

Well, of course not.

Look at me.

My r*cist, stupid a*s

parents refused to let

me see them.

They went all the way across town to

some small, hick town to insure that I

couldn't even find them.

So, courtesy of the real

Detective Donna Shelley,

I made sure that I found her.

I'd never lose her again.

But oh, you made sure I did.

And now forever.

So now I have nothing.

She was everything.

All that I had.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Look, we're sorry.

We didn't mean for anybody to get hurt.

Okay, but Monica and I were sleeping, okay?

We didn't even know what happened.

Yeah, but you still

didn't say anything when

you found out.

Both of you stuck your necks out for

your friends while they were hurting all of

these people.

So save your f*cking

excuses because you don't

count.

Please just let me go.

I had nothing to do with any of

this.

Be quiet.

Be quiet.

I know.

I know.

It's time to make a special appearance.

What?

What appearance?

In a scene called...

b*tch, you gotta die too.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Damn.

I mean, the girl had been screaming since

I put the tape off her mouth but

didn't even think to scream for her own

m*rder.

Ain't that some sh*t?

You're really f*cking crazy.

Oh well.

My therapist said the same sh*t.

You know, after Maya's death, I just kinda

lost it.

I ain't going to the hospital.

I'm f*cking bleeding to death.

Look, look, look, look.

What happened with

your sister, it wasn't right,

okay?

In the way that we've been carrying on

these past four years,

it wasn't right either,

okay?

We're sorry.

And if you just gave us the chance,

we'd love to prove that to you.

But please, please, okay?

Bruce, he's hurt.

He needs hospital.

What do you mean he's hurt?

I ain't even touched

the m*therf*cker yet for

him to be hurt.

I figured you would say some sh*t like

that.

So I have a surprise.

You're all new.

Let's see if you still feel the same

after seeing this sh*t.

You know, we could never tell TJ about

this.

I know.

He's been about this sh*t for forever.

He's so great, he's like-Mm, yeah,

so just keep that down, you've been acting

so he doesn't get suspicious.

I got you.

I can keep a secret if you can't,

right?

What?

What the f*ck?

Brucie, what the f*ck is this sh*t, bro?

What the-This was my f*cking brother,

what the f*ck?

I know, bro, I know.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, man, okay?

Damn.

Y'all been f*cking

each other's girlfriends, y

'all might as well just have an orgy.

This sh*t not a f*cking game!

Actually, TJ, it is.

So why don't we continue?

Nah, come on, man.

Oh, yeah.

Why don't we call it pick or die?

What the f*ck?

What the f*ck do you mean pick or

die?

Well, I mean, it's three of y'all

here.

f*ck.

And two minutes ago,

you offered yourself up.

But now that you see that these two

don't care about you the way that you

care about them, pick one of them or

die.

Come on, bro, don't listen to this crazy

b*tch, man.

She crazy.

She been stalking us all day, making our

lives a living hell.

Come on, bro.

I don't know if family f*ck each other's

girlfriends, but you learn

something new every day,

right?

Must be that small town sh*t.

Man, shut the f*ck up.

Please.

Look, please.

Please.

Please don't do this.

Okay, look, I'm begging you.

Okay, whatever you want.

Please just don't do it.

20 seconds.

Come on, bro, TJ.

We've been tight since shorties, bro.

You wasn't saying that when you was f*cking

Monica behind my back.

Come on, bro.

I love you.

You ain't never f*cking love me.

You think you just like Walt?

The two backstabbing a*s m*therf*ckers.

Don't say that, bro, please.

I'm supposed to be

family over everything, but

you betrayed me.

That b*tch ain't mean nothing to me.

Yeah.

But she meant something to me.

So I'll pick you.

Are you f*cking serious, bro?

You're gonna pick this b*tch over me?

You f*cking p*ssy-whipped a*s n*gga.

And how you p*ssy-whipped her?

You didn't even get none.

Because she was too busy giving it to

you.

You backstabbing a*s b*tch.

It's f*cked up, bro.

f*ck.

It's f*cked up, bro.

(music intensifies)

(screaming)

Now that was fun.

I feel like a workout and everything.

Damn.

What the f*ck is wrong with you?

Well, I think you made a good choice,

TJ.

But why are we here for Monica?

Thank you so much.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you so much, TJ.

I love you.

I love you.

Aw, that's so sweet.

But I think it's time for a round,

shall we?

But why don't we let Monica choose?

What?

Well, yeah, TJ got his turn.

It's only right that she get hers.

Are you f*cking serious right now?

Looking at all the g*y

m*therf*ckers, you should

know I was never planning to begin with.

So again, Monica, pick or f*cking die.

I don't want to.

You have 30 seconds.

I don't want to.

Please.

Please.

Please just let us go.

Please.

f*ck.

20 seconds.

Look, look, look.

Monica.

Monica, look, look.

I saved you.

Okay?

I don't want to die, TJ.

What?

I let Boosie f*cking die for you.

Well, considering his backstabbing

ways, he probably would've

did the same thing.

f*ck you.

f*ck, I can't f*cking believe this.

I can't f*cking believe you, Monica.

Yo, first you f*ck my friend behind my

back.

You make me choose you over him.

And then on top of that, now you're

saying you don't know

who you should choose.

Clearly, I guess

f*cking clearly, I was just

never a f*cking option for you.

Damn.

Well, this got personal, didn't it?

But y'all running out of time.

10 seconds.

sh*t.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, TJ.

I choose you.

Wow, you f*cking b*tch.

She's gonna k*ll us all.

We're all gonna die here.

Yeah.

Yeah.

She didn't k*ll me.

You did.

You f*cking did.

f*cking look at me.

Did you know that my sister loved to

cook?

Please.

Please don't do this.

And cook.

And did you know her favorite thing to

do in the kitchen though?

Please, please, please,

please, please don't.

Please don't.

No.

No.

She loved cutting sh*t up.

You know, bell peppers, onions, meat.

What do you think of that?

No matter what you do, I'll look for

your back.

Yeah.

f*ck you, TJ.

You were so good at it.

You were just like her favorite part.

And this is mine.

Now, no one will bring it back.

But k*lling you makes you feel a lot

better.

Oh.

Looks like my job here is done.

I know you went along with all their

bullshit, Monica.

You're nothing like them.

You were raised in a church by a

God-fearing man.

Wow.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

I'm sorry.

And I promise I won't tell anybody.

I won't say anything.

I know you won't.

Thank you.

You're always the good one out of them.

I believed you wouldn't say anything.

Do it, b*tch.

(slow music)

Look at all this sh*t.

f*ck.

I knew it.

Looks like the scene out of a f*cking

horror movie.

I knew this would all end badly.

I knew it from the first time I

met them four years ago.

I told everybody.

Karma would come.

You sure did?

Shelly, where the hell have you been?

I couldn't reach you all night.

I was worried.

I know, and I'm sorry.

I was at that expl*si*n scene, and it

took forever to get that sh*t out.

I heard a couple of the houses burnt

down, and some of our guys were injured,

too.

You know what?

I'm just glad you're okay.

And I'm glad you are.

Officer Briggs told me that you got grabbed

in a car and ended up in a

hospital.

Jesus, that sounds crazy.

It was.

Worse than to see in a homicidal sh**t.

Literally, I was in the car with the

two boys, Tim and that as*h*le Walter.

And next thing I know, I'm getting gassed,

pulled out of the car, and hit over

the head.

I just got out of the hospital this

morning.

And, of course, came down here as soon

as possible in a taxi

against doctor's orders.

What?

You probably should be resting.

But I know your dedication to this job

comes right before your health.

Hey, for what it's worth, I'm glad you're

not under one of these tarps.

I'll go make some calls in Chicago and

see if we can get some assistance over

here.

Thanks.

I think that'll be a good idea.

We definitely could use

some outside resources to

help sort through this sh*t.

Yeah.

It's ironic, though.

You know?

All these kids getting

m*rder*d, and the party,

the fires.

It seems like a

coincidence, don't you think?

You know what?

Funny you mentioned that.

Exactly four years to the date from the

Maya situation?

Who knows?

Maybe one of them couldn't take the guilt

and k*lled all the others

and then themselves.

f*ck.

I gotta notify all these

parents about these

kids.

I'll meet you at the station.

Let me know if there's anything that we

can tie into this mess, or the fires,

or how the other murders that took place.

Yeah.

Of course.

Ha ha ha!

(music intensifies)

Ha ha ha!

Ahh!

(music fades)