Attack in LA (2018) Movie Script
1
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(TRAIN HORN WAILING)
(ROCK MUSIC)
JOSEF: Why don't you
just live on campus?
MARSHAL: Or get a car.
Fuck you guys!
(LAUGHING)
Tell him your secrets
pull the shades
You trim his claws
and watch him bleed
He may be rich but he
ain't got no guarantees
It's bread and butter and
their butts to keep you warm
Come here my sister
tell your man
Just waiting for you said
RADIO ANNOUNCER:
Here's the run up and the boot.
It is a short kick, it'll be
taken around the 10 by Wright.
Hell I ain't looking
for no answers
Running, he gets the block.
He's at the 30, the kicker!
Sleep with the...
Boom, Tampa, touchdown!
This fox ain't moving
with the night out there
On these knock down streets
On these knock down streets
Yeah yeah on these
knock down streets
MARSHAL: Scotty,
where are we going?
SCOTTY: I mean, Alvarado
is just right over there,
so if we just keep going
through we'll be fine.
Just there's a little
detour right here, trust me.
It'll be way faster.
MARSHAL: Are you sure?
SCOTTY: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah on the rap
you'll let me hear
How much you need
a solid break
More ways than one to
get an easy piece of cake
Make him believe it hold
your plate out like a
Some directions, Scotty.
I'm telling you, man.
I told you.
They're tearing up a
different street every day.
Just follow the signs.
MAN: Get out my Road!
MARSHAL: What did he say?
JOSEF: That's his road.
He said get outta this road!
SCOTTY: This is fucking unbelievable.
JOSEF: Well what are
they supposed to do, Scotty?
SCOTTY: Round 'em all up.
Give 'em a mop,
give 'em a broom.
Get them to clean this
shit up, first off!
Then what?
I thought they gentrified
this shit already.
SCOTTY: Not fast enough.
JOSEF: Look at baby
girl, there's Candy.
She had a cell phone.
Well I mean, like,
I usually go by that
tower over there.
That building is
usually where I just go
this is like the most...
(SHOUTING)
MARSHAL: Lock it,
lock it, lock it.
JOSEF: What the fuck is he doing?
SCOTTY: Are you kidding me?
MARSHAL: Lovely neighborhood.
JOSEF: Shit.
(WHISTLING)
SCOTTY: Wow,
told you witching hour.
JOSEF: There's some guys
smoking crack right there.
Can you pull out your phone.
I'm tellin' you I got no GPS
Type in your address
so we can get out
out here
I've got no signal.
Of this nightmare.
It's just it's nothing.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Holy shit, it's like the
Great Wall of Tents out here.
Fuck you.
Come on!
MARSHAL: Are we almost there?
JOSEF: Do we make a
left or a right, Scotty?
Look at these bums crossing
the street up there.
SCOTTY: It's not my idea
to turn onto Kreuger Street.
MARSHAL: What is going on?
SCOTTY: What the fuck is he doing?
JOSEF: It's a zombie apocalypse.
MARSHAL: This is ridiculous.
SCOTTY: What the fuck?
JOSEF: God, what?
Oh, what the F...
Hey, hey.
Hey, shut up.
(MOANING)
Shut it up, man!
(WHISTLING)
(GROANING)
MARSHAL: Wait, what is he
doing, what is he doing?
Stay in school, kids!
I'm sorry.
I'm so fucking sorry.
JOSEF: Get the fuck outta here, man!
Get outta here, man!
MARSHAL: Get outta here, it's my car!
Get off the car!
Kill me!
Get off the car!
Kill me!
Kill me!
JOSEF: You heard him, Marshie!
Get out here, man.
I'm so sorry.
MARSHAL: Stop touching the car!
Torro!
Torro!
Torro!
Torro!
Torro!
Torro!
Torro!
MARSHAL: Last time I'm
doing any favors for you!
JOSEF: Green means go, Chief!
Green means go, get
him outa the way.
MARSHAL: Let's go, let's go, let's go.
MAN: Iwo Jima!
SCOTTY: So this hobo, he
rubs his junk all over your car.
I mean, you can
just wash it off!
MARSHAL: Okay.
JOSEF: You didn't see
anything like that
back in Nebraska,
did you Scotty boy?
(LAUGHING)
(ALARMS SOUNDING)
Oh, shit.
MARSHAL: You're lost.
JOSEF: You're seriously lost.
MARSHAL: You have to give
me better directions.
SCOTTY: Peel left,
make a left, make a left!
JOSEF: How long have you lived here?
A month, two months?
SCOTTY: Exactly!
(LAUGHING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Uh, it's a detour.
We're back at the
fucking bridge, Scotty!
What is this?
SCOTTY: Well, at least we're at
a starting point that we know.
So, turn around.
MARSHAL: No, I'm gonna turn you around.
I'm gonna try this street.
SCOTTY: Well, at least there's less tents.
JOSEF: We're getting
away from the tents.
SCOTTY: Yeah.
JOSEF: And from the
shitting on the wall.
(TIRE BOOMING)
JOSEF: Oh, shit!
MARSHAL: What the fuck was that?
SCOTTY: I don't know.
Just pull over, check it out.
JOSEF: Look where we are, man!
MARSHAL: You're fucking kidding me!
God, you and your
stupid detours.
What's wrong with you man?
SCOTTY: Don't blame
me, it's not my fault!
MARSHAL: You've lived here for a month.
You don't even know
where you live!
This is stupid.
It's all right.
Oh my God, man,
look at my tire!
I have a flat, Scotty!
Don't worry man
he'll get over it.
SCOTTY: Do you have a spare?
MARSHAL: And no fucking signal.
Get out of the car,
get out of the car!
JOSEF: We're gonna find
a way to fix it, all right?
SCOTTY: Just fix it, yeah.
Where's your spare?
Shit, Josef,
look at that shit!
SCOTTY: Where's your spare?
Hey just get the
spare, it's all right.
SCOTTY: Let's just fix It!
MARSHAL: Just fix it, c'mon man!
SCOTTY: Yes, it's just a fucking flat tire.
Some fucking night.
Woah!
Hey, look at this shit.
What is that?
There's nails all
over in this board!
SCOTTY: What?
Holy shit!
Who would do this?
SCOTTY: It's those fucking bums is what!
(WHISTLING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Need a hand?
Yeah, we got a flat.
That's too bad.
Yeah, we ran over that.
Ain't that a shame
(LAUGHING)
SCOTTY: Let me take care of it.
We're going to
fix it, all right?
Yeah.
Smooth operation you
guys got going on.
How much, brother?
This one's on the house.
(BOTTLE SHATTERING)
JOSEF: Scotty, what's fucking
wrong with you, man?
MARSHAL: What the fuck!
JOSEF: You fucking crazies?
(GROANING)
(SCREAMING)
Let's get out of here!
You my nigger, bitch.
(THUDDING)
MAN: Yeah!
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
MAN: You like that?
You like that?
WOMAN: You three get out of here.
MAN: Fuck you.
MAN: Keep your eyes closed,
or I'll suck your dick.
Scott Dobbs.
Josef Lode.
College boys, huh?
I asked you a question.
Leave me alone, get the F-
That's better.
(LAUGHING)
Marshal Colter.
Football star.
What position you play, boy?
I'm talking to you.
CROWD: Louder, louder,
louder, louder.
Quarterback!
Quarterback.
Quarterback!
We got a quarterback here!
The next OJ Simpson!
The juice is loose!
OJ was a running back.
I know what he was.
He was a fucking psycho.
And what are you boys
doing in my house?
You come down here
to see the show?
Huh?
Get your kicks?
Set fire to some bum,
watch him burn, huh?
Speak up!
MARSHAL: We were taking our friend home.
Huh, I couldn't hear that.
Louder.
WILCO: Let it out like you got some balls!
Just taking our friend home!
Leave us alone,
you disgusting bum!
You think I'm disgusting,
you college cunt?
You think you're better than me?
You think you matter
down here, huh?
I matter down here!
We matter.
CROWD: Yeah!
I matter down here.
CROWD: Yeah!
MAN: That's right, yeah.
This is our turf,
and you're trespassing.
Keep it!
Keep your shithole!
Scotty, shut the fuck up!
Shithole?
You think this is a
fucking joke, Scotty?
Yeah, I do.
Yeah, c'mon.
Let it out, punk!
Get away from us, you
piss-soaked, disgusting,
take your fucking
hands off of me,
you fucking lice-covered
piece of shit!
Yeah.
Choke on this, motherfucker!
Can you spare some change?
Work for food?
Fuck you!
Fuck you,
you cunt!
Fuck you!
(SCREAMING)
(CHEERING)
Swallow it!
Swallow it!
MAN: Oh, come on, man!
(HEAVY BREATHING)
MARSHAL: One, two, three!
C'mon buddy, c'mon,
c'mon, c'mon.
Breathe, breathe, come on!
JOSEF: C'mon.
MARSHAL: C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
JOSEF: Stay with us Scotty!
Stay here.
MARSHAL: Someone help!
WILCO: Aw man.
Fuck!
That don't look good to me.
Yep, hmm.
You murdered him!
(BEATING MARSHAL)
(BUMS CHATTING)
Fuck.
Yeah!
(SCREAMING)
(GUN SHOOTING)
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC)
He's dead!
Had to be done.
Had to do it.
It's either them or us.
Hey, Spic!
You find that bullet.
You dig it out of
him if you have to.
Sure thing.
Clean it up.
Make 'em disappear.
Strip 'em, chop 'em, burn 'em.
Don't leave any trace.
This one's still breathing.
Hey, Wilco.
I can take care of it.
Yeah.
WOMAN: Yeah.
You'll do it in
the river, quietly.
This is messed up, Wilco.
How do you figure?
Killing these kids?
I'll take care of it.
I always take care of
you people, don't I?
Yeah.
Yeah!
Sure, but it's
just, it's just...
Hey listen.
We all agreed to
jump them, didn't we?
To push 'em back!
Whether you like it or not,
we're in this together.
All right?
These punks would bury
us, given half the chance.
What's done is done.
We've just got to get, to
get rid of them that's all.
Come on.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
Come on, hurry it up.
In the fire.
In the fire all of it.
What's done is done.
Just got to get rid of what's
left of them, that's all.
(GANG MUTTERING AT SAME TIME)
WOMAN: He's heavy as shit, man.
Slow down, guys.
Slow down.
MAN: Got you on your last.
WOMAN: Yeah you're functioning
the wrong way, I'm gonna fall.
MAN: Okay, okay, relax.
Jeez.
SWALLOW: Shit guys,
he's heavy for me.
MAN: Pick it up, you guys.
(GROANING)
MAN: Okay.
BUM: Come on, Chain.
Okay.
BUM: C'mon, Chain.
Nice.
Pants off, I want 'em.
Shit.
Okay, dude.
I'm sorry.
Big boy, huh?
I will get this
fucking shirt off.
I'm sorry, friend.
MARSHAL: Stop!
SWALLOW: Get down, you mother f.
Hey!
Get off!
Wilco!
You fucking pulled my hair
out, you motherfucker!
Get off her.
Wilco, oh, fuck!
Ow, fucker!
God damn you!
You asshole!
Fuck!
Wilco!
Wilco!
Wilco, he got away!
He got away!
Fuck!
Shit.
Wilco!
Fuck.
Wilco.
WILCO: Yeah?
He got away, he went that way!
What the fuck are
you talking about?
You stupid bitch!
(SLAPPING)
Sorry!
Holy shit.
Sorry, my ass!
Mex!
Go get Pecker and his dog!
I wanna get him.
You're not going anywhere.
You stay right here!
Don't go anywhere.
What's going on?
What's going on?
Sugar Tits here let the
quarterback get loose!
All right.
Who's fast on their feet?
Me.
All right.
Stay with me.
The rest of you go
finish cutting 'em up.
Turn everything to ash.
And then dump it in the river!
(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
Pecker!
Pecker!
He's coming, he's coming.
Getting his dog.
MAN: Pecker!
(WHISTLING)
I'm gonna fix your ass, man!
SWALLOW: I'm sorry!
You dumb fuck!
He'll bring Johnny
Law down on all of us!
(PLANE ENGINE RUMBLING)
Where's Pecker
and that damn dog?
He's coming.
He's coming.
BUM: Pecker!
(DOG BARKING)
PECKER: C'mon boy.
WILCO: Here.
PECKER: Smell it, boy.
Smell it, smell it.
WILCO: Oh good, okay,
let him go, let him go!
Go get him, boy, go get him!
He's gonna chop him
up real good, boss!
The boy wanted to see hell.
Don't disappoint him!
All right, the rest of you!
Let's go, keep up!
(SCREAMING)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(GROWLING)
Fuck.
Oh shit.
Fuck.
Shit.
(DOG WHIMPERING)
(MAN SCREAMING)
(PECKER MUFFLED SCREAMING)
Falcon!
No!
I'm gonna kill you motherfucker!
(SCREAMING AND GRUNTING)
Oh Gosh!
Oh God, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
(GASPING FOR BREATH)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
WILCO: I think I see them!
Oh shit!
Oh fuck.
Fuck shit.
MAN: Holy fuck.
Oh man!
Fuck!
He killed him, Wilco!
Now keep it together, man.
Fuck.
He killed Pecker!
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
I'm gonna kill him!
Wait.
Get away from me.
Wait.
(SCREAMING)
Fuck.
This is bad man.
I know it's fucking bad!
We've got to finish
what we started!
Hammer, take the body back.
You know what to do.
Let's go, come on!
(SOFT MUSIC)
(ENERGETIC MUSIC)
(SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
(CHAIN CLANKING)
(THUDDING)
(SCREAMING)
(TRAIN RUMBLING)
(HORN BLOWING)
(YELLING)
(CHAIN RATTLING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Gotcha now, boy!
You're all mine!
Hey.
You should have
covered your tracks.
There you are!
Your fucking head's
coming right off!
(YELLING)
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
You son of a bitch!
You son of a bitch!
You son of a bitch!
You fucker!
(SCREAMING IN PAIN)
Wilco!
Wilc.
He'll get you, you fucker!
You mother...
Wilco, help!
Fuck.
Fuck yeah.
(GROWLING)
Fuck.
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC)
Light the dark for the
meek of the masters
(MUFFLED MUSIC)
Hey!
Hey!
Help!
Hey!
Hey!
Yo!
Wait!
Yes, thank God!
What's up?
What's up guys?
Oh my God, bro!
What's up, I need your help!
Hey!
Oh my God!
Lower your window, please!
I need your help!
You wouldn't believe the
kind of night I've had, man!
Can you help me please?
(PAINT BALL GUN SHOOTING)
(SCREAMING)
Man, fight, fight, fight.
MARSHAL: Stop, wait.
Stop, wait.
Fuck.
Shit.
Stop.
Fuck.
Beta Phi Phi
Beta Phi Phi, motherfucker.
I'm out, man!
Let's go, we got the footage.
Fucking bum, get
a job, you loser!
(TIRES SQUEALING)
(GROANING)
(ENERGETIC MUSIC)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
Good to meet ya, college boys.
WILCO: Get that fuck!
Come on.
Come on!
WILCO: Keep up, ya fat bitch!
SWALLOW: I'm coming!
(SOFT GUITAR STRUMMING)
There is a house
in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been a ruin
of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing
a gambler needs
Is a suitcase
And a truck
And the only time
he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin
And misery
In the
(DOG BARKING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(MOANING)
(SOFT MUSIC)
(GLASS CLANKING)
MARSHAL: Come on out!
Who the fuck are you?
I don't want any trouble.
WILDE: You coulda fucking fooled me.
Hey.
It's you.
Yeah.
It's me.
You're not with them?
What?
Those two you were
fighting earlier.
Me, fight?
In front of my truck!
Huh?
The silver
Chevy.
Yeah.
Yeah, you think
I'm with Wilco?
You think I'm with
that fucking murderer?
Murderer.
Murderer!
He wishes he was fucking me!
I enlisted!
Korea!
Purple Heart, purple balls,
purple fucking everything!
No Vietnam bullshit draftee
shit that that fucking piss-fuck
slithered his fucking
way fucking through.
You've got to help me.
They're after me.
He killed my friends.
WILDE: He owns the streets.
Look, you have to help me!
I don't need this aggravation.
They'll skin you alive
just as soon as
fucking looking at you.
I'll tell you what, son.
You hide.
'Til the sun comes up.
I don't have that long.
Until the sun comes up.
People come out
when the sun shines.
(FAST MUSIC)
Don't leave me.
Look.
I'll give you my truck.
You like my truck.
Yeah.
It's brand new.
AC, power everything.
Only 1500 miles on it.
Silver Chevy.
AC.
You got the title?
Yes.
Had a '49 Ford.
Black.
Back in the day.
(LAUGHING)
I don't even know what
back in the day means!
Had a real good
time in that truck.
I'll get you outta here.
(SCREAMING)
No!
No!
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(YELLING)
(FAST MUSIC)
(THUDDING)
(LIGHT MUSIC)
Oh shit.
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
(ENERGETIC MUSIC)
Wilco!
Wilco, over here!
Over here!
Wilco, over here!
West on Bay!
West on Bay, Wilco!
West on Bay, Wilco!
(CLANKING)
West on Bay, Wilco!
West on Bay.
Over here, west on Bay.
Wilco!
Wilco!
He got Chain!
Hey Marshal!
Quarterback!
I'm coming for you, quarterback!
By God's own eyes,
I'm gonna kill ya dead!
You hear me?
Dead!
Come on outta there, buddy!
All right, yeah.
You don't worry about it,
we're gonna find you your mom.
She's gonna be around here in
just a little bit, all right?
We're just gonna sit you
down right here okay?
All right, like that,
now right there.
You want a piece of candy?
All right.
Here you go.
Dropping the kids
off at the pool.
RADIO: Come on home.
10-4.
Hey!
Help!
Help!
No way!
No, no, no, no, no!
Come back!
No!
No!
Fuck!
Mister!
Why did he leave you?
I got hit in the car!
Do you know
where you're going?
Want you, want you,
want to, want to get up.
Where's my mommom,
where's my mommom?
MARSHAL: Sorry, mister!
HAMMER: Wilco, he's over here!
(INTENSE MUSIC)
PATIENT: Ma!
Where are you mom?
Mom, where are you?
HAMMER: Wilco!
Wilco.
Wilco, Spade's down!
Wilco!
He got him!
Wilco, Spade's down!
CHARLIE: What happened?
He got him.
Spade.
That college kid.
HAMMER: Spade.
What?
It's okay.
It's okay.
Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.
The ambulance is coming.
We'll get you to a hospital.
The ambulance is coming, right?
You called the ambulance?
He needs to see a doctor.
It's okay, buddy.
He's dead, Charlie.
He doesn't need a doctor.
He needs a box!
No.
No he was just talking.
He was just talking to me.
He just needs an ambulance
Is he breathing?
Is he alive?
No, all right?
He's not, all right?
Because that punk
bitch killed him!
He killed him and Pecker!
You okay with that, Charlie?
Should have never let
it get this far, Wilco!
You chicken shit little fuck!
You're saying it's my fault?
My fault for standing
up for myself?
For you,
and every other
sorry motherfucker
that calls the sidewalk home?
That punk and this city,
is trying to sweep us all under!
To take whatever little
we have left, Charlie.
Put a Starbucks in every corner,
so some hip puke can walk his
dog where we laid our heads?
They're gonna tear down
the Sixth Street Bridge
any day now, Charlie.
Build a shopping mall.
Condos!
Where are we gonna
go then, Charlie?
Open your eyes!
We're the last of
the fucking Mohicans!
Black girl black girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did
you sleep last night
In the pines in the pines
Where the sun never shines
I will shiver
all night through
Black girl Black girl
Where will you go
On the wind where
the cold wind blows
In a pines in the pines
Where the sun never shines
I will shiver
all night through
Black girl black girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did
you sleep last night
In the pines in the pines
The sun never shines
I'll shiver all
night through
Her husband was a rebel man
Kill them all in
a half full year
His head was found
In a driver's wheel
And his body haven't
never been found
Black girl black girl
Don't cry to me
I'm going where
the cold wind blows
He tossed me a whip
He caused me to moan
Caused me to
(SPITTING)
(MUFFLED CHATTER)
WOMAN: Hey, don't fucking.
I'll give you the fucking...
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Hey hey, hey hey.
Calm down, calm down.
MAN: Is that how
you wanna play me?
MAN: Calm down.
(YELLING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
MAN: You know, we're just
having some fun with you.
Take the money,
take the money.
WOMAN: Ow!
Let me!
MAN: Hey, calm down.
Calm down.
Hey.
(GROANING)
(THUDDING)
You okay?
Who the hell are you?
MARSHAL: Come on, let's go.
I ain't going
with you, get away!
Get away!
Fine, stay here and wait
for this trash to wake up.
Just tell me where
the police station is!
I'm trying to help you.
Get away!
Fine.
Get away, get away!
Fine, fine.
WILCO: There he is!
(INTENSE MUSIC)
They're trying to kill me.
If you stay here, they're
gonna kill you, too!
Let's go, let's go!
WILCO: Get that motherfucker!
Run, quarterback,
we're comin' for you!
(GUN BANGING)
WOMAN: Help me.
Hurry up!
WILCO: Go get him, man!
Don't let him get away!
Get that fuck!
MARSHAL: Hurry up.
Wait!
MARSHAL: Come on!
(HORN BLOWING)
(THUDDING)
MARSHAL: The fuck!
MONA: Oh my God!
He's getting
away, god damn it!
He's getting away!
Hammer!
Hammer!
He's knocked out, he's hurt!
Put him on the
side here, c'mon.
Help me.
SWALLOW: Oh God, oh my God!
Come on, Charlie,
let's go after him!
No.
Come on, Charlie.
Our friend needs our help.
I gave you an order, Charlie!
He's real close!
Let's get him!
I'm done, this is it.
I'm done, Wilco.
Let's get him man, come on!
Let's get after him!
No, I don't care anymore!
Our friends are dead!
These are people we sat with,
we live with, we
share our food with!
Our family!
How many of us have to die, huh?
I understand that!
But it's all our asses,
Charlie, if he gets away.
I don't care anymore, Wilco.
I don't trust you no more.
This is it.
I'm done, I'm done.
Come here.
You're done when I say you're
done, you yellow-belly coward!
I'm done.
Hey Tommy, I'm going to
go get you some help.
You're not going nowhere,
you fucking gook bastard!
SWALLOW: Oh god.
You understand?
You're not going
nowhere, you hear me?
Fucking gook motherfucker!
Motherfucker, motherfucker!
MEXICAN: Crazy!
He's fucking crazy!
He's killing him!
What're you doing?
You're killing the guy.
WILCO: Where you going now?
Huh, Charlie?
You're fucking crazy.
Why you kill him like that?
Any of you got
something to say?
Huh, come on!
I'm warning you,
I'm warning you.
You see that pile
of gut right there?
That's what happens to traitors.
Deserters!
Just keep it up and you're next!
You stinkin' wetback.
Come on!
Get going!
Start running!
Okay, we will!
Come on!
Go!
Come on, you fucking beaner!
Oh
Death
Whoa
Death
Which way?
Won't you spare me
over to another year
Well what is this
That I can't see
With ice cold hands
taking hold of me
Well I am death
None can excel
I'll open the door
to heaven or hell.
Whoa death
someone would pray
Could you wait to
call me another day
The children prayed
The preacher preached
Time and mercy is
out of your reach
I'll fix your feet
so you can't walk
I'll lock your jaw
'til you can't talk
I'll close your eyes
so you can't see
(BEEPING)
Are you kidding?
None of those antiques
work around here.
Welcome to the 21st Century.
Pow.
Welcome to the 18th Century.
Oh, fuck, it's gone.
Oh, fuck.
I'll fucking kill
them man, shit!
MARSHAL: Where are you going?
MONA: Eddie.
MARSHAL: Where's the police station?
Oh, God.
Beats me, I don't know.
Come on, wait a minute.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey!
Don't touch me.
Look lady, I'm just trying...
My name's Mona, bum.
I'm not a bum.
Yeah?
Well, you look like one.
You smell like one.
Sorry, you're a bum.
I'm not a bum.
My name is Marshal Colter.
I'm a freshman at USC.
Oh, so you're a college bum.
These aren't my clothes!
Look, those psychopaths
murdered my friends,
and now they're after me.
Oh, great!
I wish I could help, okay?
I've never been to the
cop shop down there.
And I don't want to go.
Bye.
Well, where's there a
hotel or a restaurant?
Something with a sign of life?
Any place where I
could find someone?
Don't fucking yell at me.
There's a restaurant,
no, there's a hotel.
You know, back where
we lost your friends?
Go there.
MARSHAL: Buses?
MONA: They stopped
running hours ago.
MARSHAL: Do you have a car?
A Porsche?
C'mon.
What about this Eddie guy?
You don't got money?
Eddie don't want you, and
you don't got money, honey.
I just saved you.
Saved me?
Worst they could've done
wad tore me up a little.
It's nothing new
down there, man.
You just pissed those
beaners off good, that's all.
You're a real piece of work.
Yeah, that's right.
You know what, I get
fucked for a living.
That's how I can fucking live!
That's how Eddie and I get
by, and it works for us.
So don't you dare
look down on us.
Now back off, bum.
I'm sorry.
Please.
Help me.
Fine.
Eddie can tell you where
you can find the cops.
Come on.
SWALLOW: Hold on.
No.
WILCO: Come on.
No.
Fuck, I got to take a break.
I need to rest.
(COUGHING)
It's hard to breathe.
What now, my lovelies?
You okay?
Just give me a second.
All right.
Quit you're whining, up
on your feet, let's go.
Come on, she can't breathe.
I don't give a fuck.
Suck it up, sweet cheeks,
or we'll use your head
for a fuckin' pinata.
Okay.
Now.
Who's the whore he
was running with?
Beats me.
WILCO: Swallow?
I think I know who she is.
I've seen her around.
WILCO: Around where?
By the old church.
Over on.
(COUGHING VIOLENTLY)
Hey, hey, hey, okay relax.
Breathe, relax.
Slow.
Breathe, come on.
Slow.
Take a little nip of this.
Breathe.
Good.
I said a little, come here.
There's crystal meth
in here, with tequila.
You feel better?
SWALLOW: Yeah.
Oh, good.
So.
This Eddie, where's he crash?
Over at the old church.
On Fleet.
Near the graveyard.
All right, sugar tits.
On your feet,
we're off to Fleet.
Come on.
C'mon.
Okay.
Hey.
Come on!
I can't take his shit no more.
Well, I'm open to suggestions.
Well, maybe we can
just walk the other way.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
Hey, spic!
Shit.
What are you waiting for?
Come on, let's go.
Come on!
I'm not a fucking Mexican.
For two years you've
been calling me a beaner,
border bandit, wetback,
greaser, nigger, roach,
Mexican, taco jockey, field rat!
I'm Argentine!
All right, burrito
breath, back off.
Get your brown taco ass moving,
or I'll fucking kill you
and her right here and now.
Go on!
Come on, go!
Oh God.
WILCO: Go, motherfucker!
SWALLOW: Fuck you!
WILCO: Oh, yeah?
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(ENERGETIC MUSIC)
This is it.
God, my shoes are killing me.
You live here?
Not supposed to.
Closed down.
They were going to level it all.
Dig those graves up?
Tear a church down?
Well, that was five years ago.
Who knows what
happened with that.
MARSHAL: Well, the economy, I guess.
I say the Lord works
in mysterious ways.
Eddie?
Eddie?
Eddie!
Where is it?
There was some trouble.
I don't care,
where's the shit, baby?
They robbed me, and
they tried to rape me.
I don't fucking care.
Where's the shit?
Did you score?
You've been gone
for fucking hours.
I don't have it!
What do you mean
you don't have it?
I was fucking robbed!
Get it?
It's my fault!
MONA: He's okay, Eddie.
You brought, you brought...
He helped me,
he helped me, okay?
I don't give a shit.
You bring a stinking
bum in here?
What the fuck are you thinking?
MARSHAL: Hey man, calm down!
It's okay,
he just needs a fix.
Tell me to calm down?
Drop the fucking shovel.
Drop it.
Do you see the gun?
Yes, okay, it's cool, man.
Look, Eddie, I just
need you to show me
where the police station is.
Police station?
Did you bring a
fucking narc in here?
What the fuck are you
fucking thinking, Mona?
Ooh, look, that turns me on.
Oh yeah, really, here,
want another one?
I'll leave guys, all right?
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, oh, no, no, no.
You ain't going anywhere.
Get back here.
Come over where I can
see you, in the light.
Stop right there, right there.
You get back here,
you stay right there.
Now what the fuck
are you thinking?
Just put the fucking gun down,
Where's the cash?
I'll go get
some stuff from Dom.
That's what I just said.
So give me the fucking cash.
I don't have it!
You don't have it?
I don't have the cash, they
fucking robbed me, that's why!
Dirtbag, you have any cash
from your bottles and cans?
I got cash back in my dorm.
Your dorm.
Where might that be, Harvard?
USC.
EDDIE: USC, you're a stitch, hobo.
Listen, I got nearly a
grand back at my place.
You got a car, we
can go get it...
Yeah, I have a car
like you go to USC.
Call my roommate, he'll
bring you the damn cash.
Oh, shut up, shut up.
You bring this fucking
comedian in here?
Look at his hand,
he's got a gold ring.
Show me, show me that.
It's my father's,
gold, you can have it.
Yeah, I know I can have it.
Yeah, help him, take that off.
Not until you
tell me where the
police station's at.
Take it.
Fine, I'll tell you where
the fucking police is.
Help him take off
the fucking ring!
Just do what he says,
just do what he says.
Just do what he says, sorry.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
It's stuck.
Shit.
Come on, come on,
come on, help him!
I'm trying, I'm
fuckin' trying,
it's stuck!
Here!
I got it.
All right.
All right, that's nice.
You got what you wanted.
Where's the police station?
Where's the police station?
Oh, it's two blocks
down, it's on First Street.
(ENERGETIC MUSIC)
Get that puto!
(GUN BANGING)
Eddie!
Oh my god, you sons of bitches!
Motherfuckers!
Yeah, take this
you motherfucker!
Puto!
You motherfucking whore!
I'm coming for you,
black motherfucker!
This thing ain't over yet,
you hear me you fucking bum?
Oh, I got you, motherfucker!
You're fast, motherfucker!
Not fast enough.
Hey, you scared?
Yeah, you better be scared.
Know who I am?
I'm the boogieman.
(WHISTLING)
Come on out.
Come on out, puto.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Ooh, you smell that?
I smell fear, fucker.
You scared?
Hey, come on out, I'm
not gonna hurt you.
Come on.
(LAUGHING)
Eh, you're sloppy, homie.
Come on, I just want
to show you something.
Let me show you something!
(YELLING)
(GUN BANGING)
Ow, motherfuck fucker!
This is for Mona.
(THUDDING)
Piece of shit.
(LIGHT MUSIC)
(GUN BANGING)
Oh shit!
Oh fuck!
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(GUN BANGING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(MUFFLED POLICE RADIO)
Marshal!
You've got a lot of grit, kid.
POLICE OFFICER:
Don't you move, get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down on the
fucking ground, now.
(COPS YELLING OVER EACH OTHER)
RADIO: Black male.
Don't shoot, man!
Don't shoot, don't shoot!
Don't shoot.
Don't you fucking move
or I'll blow your
fucking head off!
WILCO: I'm not moving,
I'm not moving!
I beat you, thank
you, thank you.
(GUN BANGING)
Did you see that?
Yeah, I saw it.
I saw it, I saw it.
Yeah.
Shut up!
I saw him go for it.
Get the fuck
outta here, go on!
All right.
POLICE OFFICER: Get out!
POLICE RADIO:
Just got the 1080 on suspect three.
Black male, gray shirt.
You can't do this.
No.
Not like this.
He went for the gun, man.
4-17, shots fired.
My name is Marshal Colter.
Suspect down.
MARSHAL: I'm a freshman at USC.
OFFICER: Appears to be
a homeless transient.
Help.
My name is Marshal Colter.
I'm a freshman at USC.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(MUFFLED FOOTBALL GAME)
POLICE OFFICER:
That fucker went for the gun.
You saw that, right?
COP'S PARTNER: I saw.
POLICE OFFICER:
He went for the gun, man!
He went for the gun.
(PLANE ENGINE RUMBLING)
MARSHAL: (VOICEOVER)
Now, get set.
Blue 42, blue 42.
Hut hut hike!
REPORTER: The 18-year-old
was supposed to start
his first day of classes
this morning at college.
MOTHER: They just
took my son from me.
REPORTER: Instead, his
mother is planning his funeral.
REPORTER: You heard it there.
A man on skid row was shot
dead by the LAPD tonight.
Word is they closed the look
at the video captured
by a witness position
just a few feet away.
(REPORTERS TALKING
OVER EACH OTHER)
REPORTER: Witnesses telling us they have
their own video
of what happened.
Some of those officers were
actually wearing body cams.
They're gonna be reviewing
that video as well
as the cell phone
video that has now
been seen by over a
million people online,
and a warning, that
video is very graphic.
REPORTER: Police armed with
riot gear couldn't keep up.
Watch as people of all ages
loot this convenience store
and then burn it down.
(SIRENS WAILING)
Ain't that a shame
MAN: Marshal.
Stop!
Smooth operation
you guys got going on.
(GUN BANGING)
(YELLING)
Our friend Tom
there's busted up bad,
how many of us have to die, huh?
You sons of bitches,
take this motherfucker.
That fucker!
They tried to rape me.
I don't care about that,
I can't kick about
that, I wanna get high.
Wilco.
They fucked him up!
Wilco!
He got Jean.
Fuck, fuck.
Oh man, come on.
(PAINTBALLS THUDDING)
(LAUGHING)
Hi, you want a piece of candy?
Shoot that, puto.
(GUN BANGING)
Shots fired, suspect down.
Proceed on the investigation.
Fuck!
(LAUGHING)
Iwo Jima.
Black Girl, black girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did
you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun
don't ever shine
I would shiver the
whole night through
Black girl, black girl
Where will you go
I'm going where
the cold winds blow
In the pines in the pines
Where the sun
don't ever shine
I would shiver the
whole night through
Her husband was a
hard working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found
in a driving wheel
But his body was never found
Black girl black girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did
you sleep last night
In the pines in the pines
Where the sun
don't ever shine
I would shiver the
whole night through
Black girl black girl
Where will you go
I'm going where
the cold winds blow
In the pines in the pines
Where the sun
don't ever shines
I would shiver the
whole night through
(SIRENS SOUNDING)
I know what you've done here.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(TRAIN HORN WAILING)
(ROCK MUSIC)
JOSEF: Why don't you
just live on campus?
MARSHAL: Or get a car.
Fuck you guys!
(LAUGHING)
Tell him your secrets
pull the shades
You trim his claws
and watch him bleed
He may be rich but he
ain't got no guarantees
It's bread and butter and
their butts to keep you warm
Come here my sister
tell your man
Just waiting for you said
RADIO ANNOUNCER:
Here's the run up and the boot.
It is a short kick, it'll be
taken around the 10 by Wright.
Hell I ain't looking
for no answers
Running, he gets the block.
He's at the 30, the kicker!
Sleep with the...
Boom, Tampa, touchdown!
This fox ain't moving
with the night out there
On these knock down streets
On these knock down streets
Yeah yeah on these
knock down streets
MARSHAL: Scotty,
where are we going?
SCOTTY: I mean, Alvarado
is just right over there,
so if we just keep going
through we'll be fine.
Just there's a little
detour right here, trust me.
It'll be way faster.
MARSHAL: Are you sure?
SCOTTY: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah on the rap
you'll let me hear
How much you need
a solid break
More ways than one to
get an easy piece of cake
Make him believe it hold
your plate out like a
Some directions, Scotty.
I'm telling you, man.
I told you.
They're tearing up a
different street every day.
Just follow the signs.
MAN: Get out my Road!
MARSHAL: What did he say?
JOSEF: That's his road.
He said get outta this road!
SCOTTY: This is fucking unbelievable.
JOSEF: Well what are
they supposed to do, Scotty?
SCOTTY: Round 'em all up.
Give 'em a mop,
give 'em a broom.
Get them to clean this
shit up, first off!
Then what?
I thought they gentrified
this shit already.
SCOTTY: Not fast enough.
JOSEF: Look at baby
girl, there's Candy.
She had a cell phone.
Well I mean, like,
I usually go by that
tower over there.
That building is
usually where I just go
this is like the most...
(SHOUTING)
MARSHAL: Lock it,
lock it, lock it.
JOSEF: What the fuck is he doing?
SCOTTY: Are you kidding me?
MARSHAL: Lovely neighborhood.
JOSEF: Shit.
(WHISTLING)
SCOTTY: Wow,
told you witching hour.
JOSEF: There's some guys
smoking crack right there.
Can you pull out your phone.
I'm tellin' you I got no GPS
Type in your address
so we can get out
out here
I've got no signal.
Of this nightmare.
It's just it's nothing.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Holy shit, it's like the
Great Wall of Tents out here.
Fuck you.
Come on!
MARSHAL: Are we almost there?
JOSEF: Do we make a
left or a right, Scotty?
Look at these bums crossing
the street up there.
SCOTTY: It's not my idea
to turn onto Kreuger Street.
MARSHAL: What is going on?
SCOTTY: What the fuck is he doing?
JOSEF: It's a zombie apocalypse.
MARSHAL: This is ridiculous.
SCOTTY: What the fuck?
JOSEF: God, what?
Oh, what the F...
Hey, hey.
Hey, shut up.
(MOANING)
Shut it up, man!
(WHISTLING)
(GROANING)
MARSHAL: Wait, what is he
doing, what is he doing?
Stay in school, kids!
I'm sorry.
I'm so fucking sorry.
JOSEF: Get the fuck outta here, man!
Get outta here, man!
MARSHAL: Get outta here, it's my car!
Get off the car!
Kill me!
Get off the car!
Kill me!
Kill me!
JOSEF: You heard him, Marshie!
Get out here, man.
I'm so sorry.
MARSHAL: Stop touching the car!
Torro!
Torro!
Torro!
Torro!
Torro!
Torro!
Torro!
MARSHAL: Last time I'm
doing any favors for you!
JOSEF: Green means go, Chief!
Green means go, get
him outa the way.
MARSHAL: Let's go, let's go, let's go.
MAN: Iwo Jima!
SCOTTY: So this hobo, he
rubs his junk all over your car.
I mean, you can
just wash it off!
MARSHAL: Okay.
JOSEF: You didn't see
anything like that
back in Nebraska,
did you Scotty boy?
(LAUGHING)
(ALARMS SOUNDING)
Oh, shit.
MARSHAL: You're lost.
JOSEF: You're seriously lost.
MARSHAL: You have to give
me better directions.
SCOTTY: Peel left,
make a left, make a left!
JOSEF: How long have you lived here?
A month, two months?
SCOTTY: Exactly!
(LAUGHING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Uh, it's a detour.
We're back at the
fucking bridge, Scotty!
What is this?
SCOTTY: Well, at least we're at
a starting point that we know.
So, turn around.
MARSHAL: No, I'm gonna turn you around.
I'm gonna try this street.
SCOTTY: Well, at least there's less tents.
JOSEF: We're getting
away from the tents.
SCOTTY: Yeah.
JOSEF: And from the
shitting on the wall.
(TIRE BOOMING)
JOSEF: Oh, shit!
MARSHAL: What the fuck was that?
SCOTTY: I don't know.
Just pull over, check it out.
JOSEF: Look where we are, man!
MARSHAL: You're fucking kidding me!
God, you and your
stupid detours.
What's wrong with you man?
SCOTTY: Don't blame
me, it's not my fault!
MARSHAL: You've lived here for a month.
You don't even know
where you live!
This is stupid.
It's all right.
Oh my God, man,
look at my tire!
I have a flat, Scotty!
Don't worry man
he'll get over it.
SCOTTY: Do you have a spare?
MARSHAL: And no fucking signal.
Get out of the car,
get out of the car!
JOSEF: We're gonna find
a way to fix it, all right?
SCOTTY: Just fix it, yeah.
Where's your spare?
Shit, Josef,
look at that shit!
SCOTTY: Where's your spare?
Hey just get the
spare, it's all right.
SCOTTY: Let's just fix It!
MARSHAL: Just fix it, c'mon man!
SCOTTY: Yes, it's just a fucking flat tire.
Some fucking night.
Woah!
Hey, look at this shit.
What is that?
There's nails all
over in this board!
SCOTTY: What?
Holy shit!
Who would do this?
SCOTTY: It's those fucking bums is what!
(WHISTLING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Need a hand?
Yeah, we got a flat.
That's too bad.
Yeah, we ran over that.
Ain't that a shame
(LAUGHING)
SCOTTY: Let me take care of it.
We're going to
fix it, all right?
Yeah.
Smooth operation you
guys got going on.
How much, brother?
This one's on the house.
(BOTTLE SHATTERING)
JOSEF: Scotty, what's fucking
wrong with you, man?
MARSHAL: What the fuck!
JOSEF: You fucking crazies?
(GROANING)
(SCREAMING)
Let's get out of here!
You my nigger, bitch.
(THUDDING)
MAN: Yeah!
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
MAN: You like that?
You like that?
WOMAN: You three get out of here.
MAN: Fuck you.
MAN: Keep your eyes closed,
or I'll suck your dick.
Scott Dobbs.
Josef Lode.
College boys, huh?
I asked you a question.
Leave me alone, get the F-
That's better.
(LAUGHING)
Marshal Colter.
Football star.
What position you play, boy?
I'm talking to you.
CROWD: Louder, louder,
louder, louder.
Quarterback!
Quarterback.
Quarterback!
We got a quarterback here!
The next OJ Simpson!
The juice is loose!
OJ was a running back.
I know what he was.
He was a fucking psycho.
And what are you boys
doing in my house?
You come down here
to see the show?
Huh?
Get your kicks?
Set fire to some bum,
watch him burn, huh?
Speak up!
MARSHAL: We were taking our friend home.
Huh, I couldn't hear that.
Louder.
WILCO: Let it out like you got some balls!
Just taking our friend home!
Leave us alone,
you disgusting bum!
You think I'm disgusting,
you college cunt?
You think you're better than me?
You think you matter
down here, huh?
I matter down here!
We matter.
CROWD: Yeah!
I matter down here.
CROWD: Yeah!
MAN: That's right, yeah.
This is our turf,
and you're trespassing.
Keep it!
Keep your shithole!
Scotty, shut the fuck up!
Shithole?
You think this is a
fucking joke, Scotty?
Yeah, I do.
Yeah, c'mon.
Let it out, punk!
Get away from us, you
piss-soaked, disgusting,
take your fucking
hands off of me,
you fucking lice-covered
piece of shit!
Yeah.
Choke on this, motherfucker!
Can you spare some change?
Work for food?
Fuck you!
Fuck you,
you cunt!
Fuck you!
(SCREAMING)
(CHEERING)
Swallow it!
Swallow it!
MAN: Oh, come on, man!
(HEAVY BREATHING)
MARSHAL: One, two, three!
C'mon buddy, c'mon,
c'mon, c'mon.
Breathe, breathe, come on!
JOSEF: C'mon.
MARSHAL: C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
JOSEF: Stay with us Scotty!
Stay here.
MARSHAL: Someone help!
WILCO: Aw man.
Fuck!
That don't look good to me.
Yep, hmm.
You murdered him!
(BEATING MARSHAL)
(BUMS CHATTING)
Fuck.
Yeah!
(SCREAMING)
(GUN SHOOTING)
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC)
He's dead!
Had to be done.
Had to do it.
It's either them or us.
Hey, Spic!
You find that bullet.
You dig it out of
him if you have to.
Sure thing.
Clean it up.
Make 'em disappear.
Strip 'em, chop 'em, burn 'em.
Don't leave any trace.
This one's still breathing.
Hey, Wilco.
I can take care of it.
Yeah.
WOMAN: Yeah.
You'll do it in
the river, quietly.
This is messed up, Wilco.
How do you figure?
Killing these kids?
I'll take care of it.
I always take care of
you people, don't I?
Yeah.
Yeah!
Sure, but it's
just, it's just...
Hey listen.
We all agreed to
jump them, didn't we?
To push 'em back!
Whether you like it or not,
we're in this together.
All right?
These punks would bury
us, given half the chance.
What's done is done.
We've just got to get, to
get rid of them that's all.
Come on.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
Come on, hurry it up.
In the fire.
In the fire all of it.
What's done is done.
Just got to get rid of what's
left of them, that's all.
(GANG MUTTERING AT SAME TIME)
WOMAN: He's heavy as shit, man.
Slow down, guys.
Slow down.
MAN: Got you on your last.
WOMAN: Yeah you're functioning
the wrong way, I'm gonna fall.
MAN: Okay, okay, relax.
Jeez.
SWALLOW: Shit guys,
he's heavy for me.
MAN: Pick it up, you guys.
(GROANING)
MAN: Okay.
BUM: Come on, Chain.
Okay.
BUM: C'mon, Chain.
Nice.
Pants off, I want 'em.
Shit.
Okay, dude.
I'm sorry.
Big boy, huh?
I will get this
fucking shirt off.
I'm sorry, friend.
MARSHAL: Stop!
SWALLOW: Get down, you mother f.
Hey!
Get off!
Wilco!
You fucking pulled my hair
out, you motherfucker!
Get off her.
Wilco, oh, fuck!
Ow, fucker!
God damn you!
You asshole!
Fuck!
Wilco!
Wilco!
Wilco, he got away!
He got away!
Fuck!
Shit.
Wilco!
Fuck.
Wilco.
WILCO: Yeah?
He got away, he went that way!
What the fuck are
you talking about?
You stupid bitch!
(SLAPPING)
Sorry!
Holy shit.
Sorry, my ass!
Mex!
Go get Pecker and his dog!
I wanna get him.
You're not going anywhere.
You stay right here!
Don't go anywhere.
What's going on?
What's going on?
Sugar Tits here let the
quarterback get loose!
All right.
Who's fast on their feet?
Me.
All right.
Stay with me.
The rest of you go
finish cutting 'em up.
Turn everything to ash.
And then dump it in the river!
(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
Pecker!
Pecker!
He's coming, he's coming.
Getting his dog.
MAN: Pecker!
(WHISTLING)
I'm gonna fix your ass, man!
SWALLOW: I'm sorry!
You dumb fuck!
He'll bring Johnny
Law down on all of us!
(PLANE ENGINE RUMBLING)
Where's Pecker
and that damn dog?
He's coming.
He's coming.
BUM: Pecker!
(DOG BARKING)
PECKER: C'mon boy.
WILCO: Here.
PECKER: Smell it, boy.
Smell it, smell it.
WILCO: Oh good, okay,
let him go, let him go!
Go get him, boy, go get him!
He's gonna chop him
up real good, boss!
The boy wanted to see hell.
Don't disappoint him!
All right, the rest of you!
Let's go, keep up!
(SCREAMING)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(GROWLING)
Fuck.
Oh shit.
Fuck.
Shit.
(DOG WHIMPERING)
(MAN SCREAMING)
(PECKER MUFFLED SCREAMING)
Falcon!
No!
I'm gonna kill you motherfucker!
(SCREAMING AND GRUNTING)
Oh Gosh!
Oh God, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
(GASPING FOR BREATH)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
WILCO: I think I see them!
Oh shit!
Oh fuck.
Fuck shit.
MAN: Holy fuck.
Oh man!
Fuck!
He killed him, Wilco!
Now keep it together, man.
Fuck.
He killed Pecker!
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
I'm gonna kill him!
Wait.
Get away from me.
Wait.
(SCREAMING)
Fuck.
This is bad man.
I know it's fucking bad!
We've got to finish
what we started!
Hammer, take the body back.
You know what to do.
Let's go, come on!
(SOFT MUSIC)
(ENERGETIC MUSIC)
(SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
(CHAIN CLANKING)
(THUDDING)
(SCREAMING)
(TRAIN RUMBLING)
(HORN BLOWING)
(YELLING)
(CHAIN RATTLING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Gotcha now, boy!
You're all mine!
Hey.
You should have
covered your tracks.
There you are!
Your fucking head's
coming right off!
(YELLING)
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
You son of a bitch!
You son of a bitch!
You son of a bitch!
You fucker!
(SCREAMING IN PAIN)
Wilco!
Wilc.
He'll get you, you fucker!
You mother...
Wilco, help!
Fuck.
Fuck yeah.
(GROWLING)
Fuck.
(EMOTIONAL MUSIC)
Light the dark for the
meek of the masters
(MUFFLED MUSIC)
Hey!
Hey!
Help!
Hey!
Hey!
Yo!
Wait!
Yes, thank God!
What's up?
What's up guys?
Oh my God, bro!
What's up, I need your help!
Hey!
Oh my God!
Lower your window, please!
I need your help!
You wouldn't believe the
kind of night I've had, man!
Can you help me please?
(PAINT BALL GUN SHOOTING)
(SCREAMING)
Man, fight, fight, fight.
MARSHAL: Stop, wait.
Stop, wait.
Fuck.
Shit.
Stop.
Fuck.
Beta Phi Phi
Beta Phi Phi, motherfucker.
I'm out, man!
Let's go, we got the footage.
Fucking bum, get
a job, you loser!
(TIRES SQUEALING)
(GROANING)
(ENERGETIC MUSIC)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
Good to meet ya, college boys.
WILCO: Get that fuck!
Come on.
Come on!
WILCO: Keep up, ya fat bitch!
SWALLOW: I'm coming!
(SOFT GUITAR STRUMMING)
There is a house
in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been a ruin
of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing
a gambler needs
Is a suitcase
And a truck
And the only time
he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin
And misery
In the
(DOG BARKING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(MOANING)
(SOFT MUSIC)
(GLASS CLANKING)
MARSHAL: Come on out!
Who the fuck are you?
I don't want any trouble.
WILDE: You coulda fucking fooled me.
Hey.
It's you.
Yeah.
It's me.
You're not with them?
What?
Those two you were
fighting earlier.
Me, fight?
In front of my truck!
Huh?
The silver
Chevy.
Yeah.
Yeah, you think
I'm with Wilco?
You think I'm with
that fucking murderer?
Murderer.
Murderer!
He wishes he was fucking me!
I enlisted!
Korea!
Purple Heart, purple balls,
purple fucking everything!
No Vietnam bullshit draftee
shit that that fucking piss-fuck
slithered his fucking
way fucking through.
You've got to help me.
They're after me.
He killed my friends.
WILDE: He owns the streets.
Look, you have to help me!
I don't need this aggravation.
They'll skin you alive
just as soon as
fucking looking at you.
I'll tell you what, son.
You hide.
'Til the sun comes up.
I don't have that long.
Until the sun comes up.
People come out
when the sun shines.
(FAST MUSIC)
Don't leave me.
Look.
I'll give you my truck.
You like my truck.
Yeah.
It's brand new.
AC, power everything.
Only 1500 miles on it.
Silver Chevy.
AC.
You got the title?
Yes.
Had a '49 Ford.
Black.
Back in the day.
(LAUGHING)
I don't even know what
back in the day means!
Had a real good
time in that truck.
I'll get you outta here.
(SCREAMING)
No!
No!
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(YELLING)
(FAST MUSIC)
(THUDDING)
(LIGHT MUSIC)
Oh shit.
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
(ENERGETIC MUSIC)
Wilco!
Wilco, over here!
Over here!
Wilco, over here!
West on Bay!
West on Bay, Wilco!
West on Bay, Wilco!
(CLANKING)
West on Bay, Wilco!
West on Bay.
Over here, west on Bay.
Wilco!
Wilco!
He got Chain!
Hey Marshal!
Quarterback!
I'm coming for you, quarterback!
By God's own eyes,
I'm gonna kill ya dead!
You hear me?
Dead!
Come on outta there, buddy!
All right, yeah.
You don't worry about it,
we're gonna find you your mom.
She's gonna be around here in
just a little bit, all right?
We're just gonna sit you
down right here okay?
All right, like that,
now right there.
You want a piece of candy?
All right.
Here you go.
Dropping the kids
off at the pool.
RADIO: Come on home.
10-4.
Hey!
Help!
Help!
No way!
No, no, no, no, no!
Come back!
No!
No!
Fuck!
Mister!
Why did he leave you?
I got hit in the car!
Do you know
where you're going?
Want you, want you,
want to, want to get up.
Where's my mommom,
where's my mommom?
MARSHAL: Sorry, mister!
HAMMER: Wilco, he's over here!
(INTENSE MUSIC)
PATIENT: Ma!
Where are you mom?
Mom, where are you?
HAMMER: Wilco!
Wilco.
Wilco, Spade's down!
Wilco!
He got him!
Wilco, Spade's down!
CHARLIE: What happened?
He got him.
Spade.
That college kid.
HAMMER: Spade.
What?
It's okay.
It's okay.
Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.
The ambulance is coming.
We'll get you to a hospital.
The ambulance is coming, right?
You called the ambulance?
He needs to see a doctor.
It's okay, buddy.
He's dead, Charlie.
He doesn't need a doctor.
He needs a box!
No.
No he was just talking.
He was just talking to me.
He just needs an ambulance
Is he breathing?
Is he alive?
No, all right?
He's not, all right?
Because that punk
bitch killed him!
He killed him and Pecker!
You okay with that, Charlie?
Should have never let
it get this far, Wilco!
You chicken shit little fuck!
You're saying it's my fault?
My fault for standing
up for myself?
For you,
and every other
sorry motherfucker
that calls the sidewalk home?
That punk and this city,
is trying to sweep us all under!
To take whatever little
we have left, Charlie.
Put a Starbucks in every corner,
so some hip puke can walk his
dog where we laid our heads?
They're gonna tear down
the Sixth Street Bridge
any day now, Charlie.
Build a shopping mall.
Condos!
Where are we gonna
go then, Charlie?
Open your eyes!
We're the last of
the fucking Mohicans!
Black girl black girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did
you sleep last night
In the pines in the pines
Where the sun never shines
I will shiver
all night through
Black girl Black girl
Where will you go
On the wind where
the cold wind blows
In a pines in the pines
Where the sun never shines
I will shiver
all night through
Black girl black girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did
you sleep last night
In the pines in the pines
The sun never shines
I'll shiver all
night through
Her husband was a rebel man
Kill them all in
a half full year
His head was found
In a driver's wheel
And his body haven't
never been found
Black girl black girl
Don't cry to me
I'm going where
the cold wind blows
He tossed me a whip
He caused me to moan
Caused me to
(SPITTING)
(MUFFLED CHATTER)
WOMAN: Hey, don't fucking.
I'll give you the fucking...
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Hey hey, hey hey.
Calm down, calm down.
MAN: Is that how
you wanna play me?
MAN: Calm down.
(YELLING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
MAN: You know, we're just
having some fun with you.
Take the money,
take the money.
WOMAN: Ow!
Let me!
MAN: Hey, calm down.
Calm down.
Hey.
(GROANING)
(THUDDING)
You okay?
Who the hell are you?
MARSHAL: Come on, let's go.
I ain't going
with you, get away!
Get away!
Fine, stay here and wait
for this trash to wake up.
Just tell me where
the police station is!
I'm trying to help you.
Get away!
Fine.
Get away, get away!
Fine, fine.
WILCO: There he is!
(INTENSE MUSIC)
They're trying to kill me.
If you stay here, they're
gonna kill you, too!
Let's go, let's go!
WILCO: Get that motherfucker!
Run, quarterback,
we're comin' for you!
(GUN BANGING)
WOMAN: Help me.
Hurry up!
WILCO: Go get him, man!
Don't let him get away!
Get that fuck!
MARSHAL: Hurry up.
Wait!
MARSHAL: Come on!
(HORN BLOWING)
(THUDDING)
MARSHAL: The fuck!
MONA: Oh my God!
He's getting
away, god damn it!
He's getting away!
Hammer!
Hammer!
He's knocked out, he's hurt!
Put him on the
side here, c'mon.
Help me.
SWALLOW: Oh God, oh my God!
Come on, Charlie,
let's go after him!
No.
Come on, Charlie.
Our friend needs our help.
I gave you an order, Charlie!
He's real close!
Let's get him!
I'm done, this is it.
I'm done, Wilco.
Let's get him man, come on!
Let's get after him!
No, I don't care anymore!
Our friends are dead!
These are people we sat with,
we live with, we
share our food with!
Our family!
How many of us have to die, huh?
I understand that!
But it's all our asses,
Charlie, if he gets away.
I don't care anymore, Wilco.
I don't trust you no more.
This is it.
I'm done, I'm done.
Come here.
You're done when I say you're
done, you yellow-belly coward!
I'm done.
Hey Tommy, I'm going to
go get you some help.
You're not going nowhere,
you fucking gook bastard!
SWALLOW: Oh god.
You understand?
You're not going
nowhere, you hear me?
Fucking gook motherfucker!
Motherfucker, motherfucker!
MEXICAN: Crazy!
He's fucking crazy!
He's killing him!
What're you doing?
You're killing the guy.
WILCO: Where you going now?
Huh, Charlie?
You're fucking crazy.
Why you kill him like that?
Any of you got
something to say?
Huh, come on!
I'm warning you,
I'm warning you.
You see that pile
of gut right there?
That's what happens to traitors.
Deserters!
Just keep it up and you're next!
You stinkin' wetback.
Come on!
Get going!
Start running!
Okay, we will!
Come on!
Go!
Come on, you fucking beaner!
Oh
Death
Whoa
Death
Which way?
Won't you spare me
over to another year
Well what is this
That I can't see
With ice cold hands
taking hold of me
Well I am death
None can excel
I'll open the door
to heaven or hell.
Whoa death
someone would pray
Could you wait to
call me another day
The children prayed
The preacher preached
Time and mercy is
out of your reach
I'll fix your feet
so you can't walk
I'll lock your jaw
'til you can't talk
I'll close your eyes
so you can't see
(BEEPING)
Are you kidding?
None of those antiques
work around here.
Welcome to the 21st Century.
Pow.
Welcome to the 18th Century.
Oh, fuck, it's gone.
Oh, fuck.
I'll fucking kill
them man, shit!
MARSHAL: Where are you going?
MONA: Eddie.
MARSHAL: Where's the police station?
Oh, God.
Beats me, I don't know.
Come on, wait a minute.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey!
Don't touch me.
Look lady, I'm just trying...
My name's Mona, bum.
I'm not a bum.
Yeah?
Well, you look like one.
You smell like one.
Sorry, you're a bum.
I'm not a bum.
My name is Marshal Colter.
I'm a freshman at USC.
Oh, so you're a college bum.
These aren't my clothes!
Look, those psychopaths
murdered my friends,
and now they're after me.
Oh, great!
I wish I could help, okay?
I've never been to the
cop shop down there.
And I don't want to go.
Bye.
Well, where's there a
hotel or a restaurant?
Something with a sign of life?
Any place where I
could find someone?
Don't fucking yell at me.
There's a restaurant,
no, there's a hotel.
You know, back where
we lost your friends?
Go there.
MARSHAL: Buses?
MONA: They stopped
running hours ago.
MARSHAL: Do you have a car?
A Porsche?
C'mon.
What about this Eddie guy?
You don't got money?
Eddie don't want you, and
you don't got money, honey.
I just saved you.
Saved me?
Worst they could've done
wad tore me up a little.
It's nothing new
down there, man.
You just pissed those
beaners off good, that's all.
You're a real piece of work.
Yeah, that's right.
You know what, I get
fucked for a living.
That's how I can fucking live!
That's how Eddie and I get
by, and it works for us.
So don't you dare
look down on us.
Now back off, bum.
I'm sorry.
Please.
Help me.
Fine.
Eddie can tell you where
you can find the cops.
Come on.
SWALLOW: Hold on.
No.
WILCO: Come on.
No.
Fuck, I got to take a break.
I need to rest.
(COUGHING)
It's hard to breathe.
What now, my lovelies?
You okay?
Just give me a second.
All right.
Quit you're whining, up
on your feet, let's go.
Come on, she can't breathe.
I don't give a fuck.
Suck it up, sweet cheeks,
or we'll use your head
for a fuckin' pinata.
Okay.
Now.
Who's the whore he
was running with?
Beats me.
WILCO: Swallow?
I think I know who she is.
I've seen her around.
WILCO: Around where?
By the old church.
Over on.
(COUGHING VIOLENTLY)
Hey, hey, hey, okay relax.
Breathe, relax.
Slow.
Breathe, come on.
Slow.
Take a little nip of this.
Breathe.
Good.
I said a little, come here.
There's crystal meth
in here, with tequila.
You feel better?
SWALLOW: Yeah.
Oh, good.
So.
This Eddie, where's he crash?
Over at the old church.
On Fleet.
Near the graveyard.
All right, sugar tits.
On your feet,
we're off to Fleet.
Come on.
C'mon.
Okay.
Hey.
Come on!
I can't take his shit no more.
Well, I'm open to suggestions.
Well, maybe we can
just walk the other way.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
Hey, spic!
Shit.
What are you waiting for?
Come on, let's go.
Come on!
I'm not a fucking Mexican.
For two years you've
been calling me a beaner,
border bandit, wetback,
greaser, nigger, roach,
Mexican, taco jockey, field rat!
I'm Argentine!
All right, burrito
breath, back off.
Get your brown taco ass moving,
or I'll fucking kill you
and her right here and now.
Go on!
Come on, go!
Oh God.
WILCO: Go, motherfucker!
SWALLOW: Fuck you!
WILCO: Oh, yeah?
(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(ENERGETIC MUSIC)
This is it.
God, my shoes are killing me.
You live here?
Not supposed to.
Closed down.
They were going to level it all.
Dig those graves up?
Tear a church down?
Well, that was five years ago.
Who knows what
happened with that.
MARSHAL: Well, the economy, I guess.
I say the Lord works
in mysterious ways.
Eddie?
Eddie?
Eddie!
Where is it?
There was some trouble.
I don't care,
where's the shit, baby?
They robbed me, and
they tried to rape me.
I don't fucking care.
Where's the shit?
Did you score?
You've been gone
for fucking hours.
I don't have it!
What do you mean
you don't have it?
I was fucking robbed!
Get it?
It's my fault!
MONA: He's okay, Eddie.
You brought, you brought...
He helped me,
he helped me, okay?
I don't give a shit.
You bring a stinking
bum in here?
What the fuck are you thinking?
MARSHAL: Hey man, calm down!
It's okay,
he just needs a fix.
Tell me to calm down?
Drop the fucking shovel.
Drop it.
Do you see the gun?
Yes, okay, it's cool, man.
Look, Eddie, I just
need you to show me
where the police station is.
Police station?
Did you bring a
fucking narc in here?
What the fuck are you
fucking thinking, Mona?
Ooh, look, that turns me on.
Oh yeah, really, here,
want another one?
I'll leave guys, all right?
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, oh, no, no, no.
You ain't going anywhere.
Get back here.
Come over where I can
see you, in the light.
Stop right there, right there.
You get back here,
you stay right there.
Now what the fuck
are you thinking?
Just put the fucking gun down,
Where's the cash?
I'll go get
some stuff from Dom.
That's what I just said.
So give me the fucking cash.
I don't have it!
You don't have it?
I don't have the cash, they
fucking robbed me, that's why!
Dirtbag, you have any cash
from your bottles and cans?
I got cash back in my dorm.
Your dorm.
Where might that be, Harvard?
USC.
EDDIE: USC, you're a stitch, hobo.
Listen, I got nearly a
grand back at my place.
You got a car, we
can go get it...
Yeah, I have a car
like you go to USC.
Call my roommate, he'll
bring you the damn cash.
Oh, shut up, shut up.
You bring this fucking
comedian in here?
Look at his hand,
he's got a gold ring.
Show me, show me that.
It's my father's,
gold, you can have it.
Yeah, I know I can have it.
Yeah, help him, take that off.
Not until you
tell me where the
police station's at.
Take it.
Fine, I'll tell you where
the fucking police is.
Help him take off
the fucking ring!
Just do what he says,
just do what he says.
Just do what he says, sorry.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
It's stuck.
Shit.
Come on, come on,
come on, help him!
I'm trying, I'm
fuckin' trying,
it's stuck!
Here!
I got it.
All right.
All right, that's nice.
You got what you wanted.
Where's the police station?
Where's the police station?
Oh, it's two blocks
down, it's on First Street.
(ENERGETIC MUSIC)
Get that puto!
(GUN BANGING)
Eddie!
Oh my god, you sons of bitches!
Motherfuckers!
Yeah, take this
you motherfucker!
Puto!
You motherfucking whore!
I'm coming for you,
black motherfucker!
This thing ain't over yet,
you hear me you fucking bum?
Oh, I got you, motherfucker!
You're fast, motherfucker!
Not fast enough.
Hey, you scared?
Yeah, you better be scared.
Know who I am?
I'm the boogieman.
(WHISTLING)
Come on out.
Come on out, puto.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Ooh, you smell that?
I smell fear, fucker.
You scared?
Hey, come on out, I'm
not gonna hurt you.
Come on.
(LAUGHING)
Eh, you're sloppy, homie.
Come on, I just want
to show you something.
Let me show you something!
(YELLING)
(GUN BANGING)
Ow, motherfuck fucker!
This is for Mona.
(THUDDING)
Piece of shit.
(LIGHT MUSIC)
(GUN BANGING)
Oh shit!
Oh fuck!
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(GUN BANGING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(MUFFLED POLICE RADIO)
Marshal!
You've got a lot of grit, kid.
POLICE OFFICER:
Don't you move, get down!
Get down!
Get down!
Get down on the
fucking ground, now.
(COPS YELLING OVER EACH OTHER)
RADIO: Black male.
Don't shoot, man!
Don't shoot, don't shoot!
Don't shoot.
Don't you fucking move
or I'll blow your
fucking head off!
WILCO: I'm not moving,
I'm not moving!
I beat you, thank
you, thank you.
(GUN BANGING)
Did you see that?
Yeah, I saw it.
I saw it, I saw it.
Yeah.
Shut up!
I saw him go for it.
Get the fuck
outta here, go on!
All right.
POLICE OFFICER: Get out!
POLICE RADIO:
Just got the 1080 on suspect three.
Black male, gray shirt.
You can't do this.
No.
Not like this.
He went for the gun, man.
4-17, shots fired.
My name is Marshal Colter.
Suspect down.
MARSHAL: I'm a freshman at USC.
OFFICER: Appears to be
a homeless transient.
Help.
My name is Marshal Colter.
I'm a freshman at USC.
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(MUFFLED FOOTBALL GAME)
POLICE OFFICER:
That fucker went for the gun.
You saw that, right?
COP'S PARTNER: I saw.
POLICE OFFICER:
He went for the gun, man!
He went for the gun.
(PLANE ENGINE RUMBLING)
MARSHAL: (VOICEOVER)
Now, get set.
Blue 42, blue 42.
Hut hut hike!
REPORTER: The 18-year-old
was supposed to start
his first day of classes
this morning at college.
MOTHER: They just
took my son from me.
REPORTER: Instead, his
mother is planning his funeral.
REPORTER: You heard it there.
A man on skid row was shot
dead by the LAPD tonight.
Word is they closed the look
at the video captured
by a witness position
just a few feet away.
(REPORTERS TALKING
OVER EACH OTHER)
REPORTER: Witnesses telling us they have
their own video
of what happened.
Some of those officers were
actually wearing body cams.
They're gonna be reviewing
that video as well
as the cell phone
video that has now
been seen by over a
million people online,
and a warning, that
video is very graphic.
REPORTER: Police armed with
riot gear couldn't keep up.
Watch as people of all ages
loot this convenience store
and then burn it down.
(SIRENS WAILING)
Ain't that a shame
MAN: Marshal.
Stop!
Smooth operation
you guys got going on.
(GUN BANGING)
(YELLING)
Our friend Tom
there's busted up bad,
how many of us have to die, huh?
You sons of bitches,
take this motherfucker.
That fucker!
They tried to rape me.
I don't care about that,
I can't kick about
that, I wanna get high.
Wilco.
They fucked him up!
Wilco!
He got Jean.
Fuck, fuck.
Oh man, come on.
(PAINTBALLS THUDDING)
(LAUGHING)
Hi, you want a piece of candy?
Shoot that, puto.
(GUN BANGING)
Shots fired, suspect down.
Proceed on the investigation.
Fuck!
(LAUGHING)
Iwo Jima.
Black Girl, black girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did
you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun
don't ever shine
I would shiver the
whole night through
Black girl, black girl
Where will you go
I'm going where
the cold winds blow
In the pines in the pines
Where the sun
don't ever shine
I would shiver the
whole night through
Her husband was a
hard working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found
in a driving wheel
But his body was never found
Black girl black girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did
you sleep last night
In the pines in the pines
Where the sun
don't ever shine
I would shiver the
whole night through
Black girl black girl
Where will you go
I'm going where
the cold winds blow
In the pines in the pines
Where the sun
don't ever shines
I would shiver the
whole night through
(SIRENS SOUNDING)
I know what you've done here.