Third one on your left. Enjoy your stay.
- Shit! - Look, look, look!
Break it up now!
l remember my momz always talked about...
how she wanted to live in peace somewhere.
For her, it wasn't about cars, money, or a new house.
She just wanted to be able to live somewhere where it was quiet, calm, and peaceful.
That was a long time ago.
I remember when me and Midget was just little kids.
We watched his older brothers go out...
and snatch some cars for joyrides around the block.
We couldn't wait till it was our turn to drive.
It didn't matter what it was.
It could have been a Lexus, a Camry, a Ford.
It didn't matter. It was all good.
It's become a tradition in this city.
The reasons are many, and the solutions are complicated.
Whatever the reasons, Newark, New Jersey, has become...
the car theft capital of the world.
On a nightly basis,
you'll find the streets alive with engines screaming,
carloads of kids in flashy imports racing down the streets,
acting out the...
When we got back on Hawthorne Ave.,
everybody had a ride--
Jamal, Ritchie, P-Nut, Tiny Dime, everybody.
We was just out there puttin' on a show.
Blowin' out the spot.
Yo, look at the shorties.
Come here.
You ain't called me last night.
Just a number, babe.
- Five-0, son. - Oh, shit.
It was about 3:00 a.m. when I hooked up with Ron Q.
We had nothing special in mind,
just a stereo and a 440 under the hood.
- Shit was live, right? - All right.
Motherfuckers I ain't seen in years out there wreckin' shit.
- It turned out phat, though. - Hell, yeah. Hell, yeah.
You see Five-0? Total niggas is buggin'.
Tryin' to roll up on niggas from all four sides.
I definitely had to bail out.
Motherfuckers tried to roll up on me.
Had to show them motherfuckers math skills, boy.
Left them motherfuckers in the dust.
Heads up. Here we go.
You heard about that nigga Troy?
- What, that he got sent up? - That man gonna do mad time.
Tommy, you're up. Look back, babies. Here we go.
Roscoe! Roscoe, that's your car.
Motherfucker.
If I even see another judge, I might as well just pack it up.
Don't even sweat that. That ain't no thing.
Send you up, you do time.
Front left. Go!
- Oh, shit. - What the fuck was that?
That's a bull's-eye.
One for the good guys.
Oh, shit!
They shot me! Shit! Shit, man!
- Get up! - I've been shot. I'm shot.
Get out of here. Oh, shit.
Number six, we have reports of shots fired.
Units five and six, please respond.
You all right, man?
- You all right, right? - Stop. Stop y'all.
- Stop. Stop. - We gotta go upstairs.
- Look at this shit! - Oh, fuck!
- Oh, man, we gotta go upstairs. - Stop. No, man, chill.
- Come on, go upstairs, man. - No! Shh.
- Come on, man. - Shh. Shh. No, man.
Come on. Get up, man. Get up! We gotta go to the hospital!
- I can't even fuckin' hear. - Get your keys out.
What happened to you?
- He got shot. - I got shot, yo.
Who shot him?
- Who shot him? - The police, man.
What the fuck? For what?
We was just walkin'. We was just walkin'.
Yeah, he was just walking down.
- What the fuck you tellin' me? - That's what happened.
Get him up. Take him upstairs.
Pick him up.
They hit Ronnie up something nasty.
Kept saying he didn't want to go upstairs...
...'cause his momz would kill him for gettin' shot.
...adding to the tensions between police and car thieves.
Last night, Ronald Lambs was shot and critically wounded...
while sitting in a stolen car in Newark.
The police statement claimed...
the officers were fired upon first...
after they ordered the youth to surrender.
There have been reports the car belonged to a policeman.
Many residents are convinced police shot him out of revenge.
No weapon has been found.
They was up there waitin' for us.
I'm tellin' you, man, shots was goin' off.
Glass was flyin'. Shit hit the fan, man.
- That shit was dumb. - I don't know how he got away.
That nigga was out. Straight up gone.
That's 'cause the police put another bullet in his ass.
That's my man. We need to go see him.
For real, let's check that nigga out today.
Get that nigga butt out of the hospital.
Same shit they did to Piko.
Five-0 put caps in his back for no reason.
Hit him up somethin' nasty.
Black man, know what I'm sayin'? Black man.
Talk about my man havin' a gun. He ain't had no gun on him.
Now it's open season on a black man out here.
Fuck all that open season shit. Fuck that.
You gotta be quicker than those motherfuckers.
You workin' at the Smith and Wesson.
Fuck the motherfuckin' Smith and Wesson.
About time we start cappin' niggas anyway.
- That's what you gonna do? - I thought you knew.
My heart don't pump no lemonade, you know what I'm sayin'?
- My heart don't pump lemonade. - Hey, here come Coreen.
Hey.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- So come here for a minute. - You ain't gonna say nothin'?
- You go, girl. - Yo, I'm talkin' to you.
Come here a minute.
All right.
- I don't even like you, anyway. - All right.
Next day, they put on a show for us.
Flexin' their muscles,
tryin' to let everybody know who's in charge.
It's like a war in our backyards.
Go back to your own neighborhoods!
There was always one...
...who seemed to like his job too much.
I know him. Roll him.
Let me see his face. Let me see.
Roll.
- Hey, what's goin' on, man? - What's up?
Hey, he's just goin' to work. What's wrong with you?
Why are you stressin' my man?
Why you pullin' on him like that?
You like shootin' people. Right?
- Why don't you shoot one of us? - We might.
You might?
Yo, you gonna have to shoot us all, punk-ass.
You sell out, motherfucker.
We're holding them now. Please check for warrants. Over.
I thought that nigga was going to snuff you.
You know who snuffed you, right?
He knew where he saw me from. Fuck him, man.
I’d put money on it. That was who shot Ron.
I hadn't seen my mom since the day before,
so I knew she'd be angry.
My sister was good at lettin' her know my business.
Sit down.
I said sit down.
- What's up, Mom? - Sit down.
What's up?
What's up with you?
Don't eat all of them.
- I ain't. - "I ain't"?
I'm not, Ma.
Ronnie's in the hospital.
Yeah, I know.
You know what happened?
I know about that.
Of course you do. Were you with him?
- I wasn't. - You weren't there.
Then how you know about it?
- He told me. - Oh, you just heard about it.
Well, I heard about somethin', too.
These police won't play with you anymore.
You know they shot him for no reason.
You need a reason to get shot nowadays?
I don't think so.
Look at me.
I don't want that call, OK?
Stay away from those police...
because they will use their guns.
What the hell happened to you?
Do you want somethin'?
Nugget said you was with Ronnie when they shot him.
Fuck Nugget.
- See that ring he bought her? - Yeah, I saw it.
He better not try and marry her.
- He will. - I ain't livin' with him.
- You done already? - Am I done?
You got that magazine, acting like you can read or somethin'.
Am I done?
I can kick your little ass. Go upstairs.
What's wrong with you? Yeah, OK, whatever, Jason.
Save it.
Fuckin' sticks and bone. I'll break that ass.
Hello, young lady. And what would your name be?
Ma!
We have the description of the car involved.
Plate number Robert Sammy Thomas 339.
Driver is a male black, late teens.
Red hooding, white pants.
Last seen in the vicinity of North Bourbon.
Did you know he'd stolen the car?
- I knew it wasn't Ron Q's. - Did he tell you he'd stolen it?
Look, we was just ridin'. If it was stolen, it was stolen.
It made no difference to you?
No.
- Did you hear any gunshots? - Yeah, I heard gunshots.
How many did you think you heard?
I didn't think. I know I heard 4 shots.
Did you see anybody shooting, anyone actually firing a weapon?
- Did I see the police shoot him? - Did you?
They was the only ones there.
Was there a gun? Who had the gun?
- Ain't nobody had no guns. - What about Ronnie?
Ain't nobody had no guns.
You didn't see him with a gun earlier?
No.
Were you with him earlier in the evening?
Yeah-- no. I don't know.
I know nobody had guns when the police shot him.
He might have had one and not told you.
I can see what y'all want, but nobody had guns.
That's all I got to say.
Do you think you can identify the officer...
you saw firing his weapon?
They had me there all morning askin' me questions,
talkin' like there was gonna be an investigation.
Come on, what they gonna do? Lock up some cop...for me?
- Damn, look at this fella. - Yo, you think he's sleepin'?
Yo, my man ain't even breathin'.
Wake up.
Hey, Old Ron.
This nigga's dead, word up, yo.
No, I'm alive, motherfucker. What you think, man?
Yo, how you feel, Q? You feel all right?
Shit, man. I'm all right. I'm all right.
Did that shit hurt, kid? I know that shit hurt.
Felt like a truck and shit, man.
Except now they got me on heroin or some shit.
Say it. Right? You look high as hell. Right?
I want whatever they gave you.
- You know you made the news? - True.
Hell. To tell you the truth, I don't give a fuck about that.
I just want to get out of here.
Straight up.
My court dates were so backed up,
I hardly had any time left for school.
Sometimes you had to stand around all morning.
And you always run into a familiar face.
OK, counsel, uh...
I don't see any circumstances in this case...
that would warrant me to dismiss these charges.
Any other investigations or legal action has no bearing...
on the charges presented in this court.
Mr. Petty, you're now going to be seeing more of Mr. McHenry.
I sentence you to two years probation.
If you come before me again,
I'll send you to the Franklin James Burg school for boys.
Have you heard about that institution?
- Yes, sir. - I thought so.
In a year, you'll have adult privileges.
If you continue on this trend,
I'll have to sentence you to serve time there.
Now, let me just add this.
I've seen too many young men like you come before me...
in these last 12 years since I've been sitting at this bench.
Far too many young men.
Our society tells us that they're criminals, animals.
What I see are confused children trying to find their way...
through a harsh and unforgiving world.
Let's get out of here!
Back at school, I had to wait outside a half-hour...
because the metal detectors weren't working.
Then somebody pulled the fire alarm.
At that point, I just called it a day.
What are they doin'?
Fuckin' with me. Givin' me the run-around.
Police tryin' to smoke me. Tryin' to lock me up.
It ain't the first time.
You should see, Ron Q.
You lucky you ain't in the hospital with him.
Lucky I ain't dead. Fuck the hospital.
- What's up? - Yo, what's up?
Just stay away from them.
What's up, girl?
- Hey, Tiny. - How you doin'?
You avoidin' us? Nobody avoidin' you.
That top got it goin' on.
Yeah, and you can't do nothin' with it, Tiny.
- I just wanna get with you. - Get out of my face.
- Come ride with us. - I ain't goin' with you.
Come on, man. Yo! I'm just sayin'.
You gonna leave me for them?
- You comin'? - No!
You gonna leave me for them?
Motherfuckers, yeah! I don't believe you.
Yo, Midget.
Midget, get in the fuckin' car!
- What's up? - What's up?
Things are comin' through, babe.
What's up with that party?
I understand. I understand. I understand.
This shit is butter. This shit is butter.
- Hey, Five- 0, y'all. - Shit.
Fuck that shit. Come on!
Asshole!
- What's up, man? - Shit gettin' flat.
- Yo, yo, check that shit. - Come on. Shit!
- Man, come on! - Let's move. No time to waste.
I got 'em now.
Just passing me on Grandparents, heading north.
Yo, what up, fools?
- P- Nut in the house! - What's up, baby?
- Yo, what up, kid? - Yeah.
- Yo! - You can't drive, though.
- ''Can't drive, though''! - That boy ain't got no skills.
I got a live one here, headin' south on 14th.
Gray Honda Accord.
Roger. Do you have a plate ID?
All right, I'm comin' up.
- Plate AGB 832. - Apple Gary Baker 832. I copy.
Oh, shit. We got Five- 0 on our back.
All right. He's bailin'. I'm goin', I'm goin'.
Headin' south on 14th, south on 14th.
- Yo, that's that Moscow cat. - Be out! Be out! Be out!
- I'm not gonna stand on this. - Shit.
Go, go, go!
Oh, no!
- Go! Go! Go! - Oh, shit, man!
Oh, shit!
Was that your fuckin' brother, man? Huh?
- Whoo! - Yo, come on, come on, come on!
Yo, be out, be out, man!
Come in, man!
Shit, man!
Oh, shit, shit! Motherfuckin' shit!
Aw, shit.
God damn!
Don't try to hide. You owe me money. Come here.
Don't be tryin' to pound me up.
Where my money, man? What's up?
- What's up? - What's up?
- This is not a drag strip.
You understand?
This is my groove. Don't fuck with my groove.
You understand what I'm telling you?
I'm tired of you and this bullshit.
This ain't no fuckin' car race.
Take that shit back to Avon Street.
Yeah, bounce, motherfucker. Bounce or get bounced, punk.
Broke- ass niggas. Nigga, you watch yourself.
Yeah, all right. Get a job. Be all you can be.
Bingo.
I'm gonna get the buddah. Who's comin'?
Go ahead. We'll be right here.
You gonna be here?
I got 'em in front of the Chinese joint.
- Roger that. I see 'em. - Who got loot?
- Come on, man. - Yeah, yeah. Here.
Five dollars? What can I get with five dollars?
What you want?
I want to get the Philly. Two of them.
Here, go feed your family while you're at it.
You never got no money.
- Gonna be here when I get back? - Where we gonna go?
- Just get back. - Just be here. Don't front.
Five fuckin' dollars. What's wrong with this nigga?
Oh, shit!
Fuck you, nigga!
Stay back!
Get them back. Get them back!
Get back! Get 'em back. Get the fuck away.
Get them back!
Get over here.
He all right?
Get an ambulance.
Damn it!
- What up? - What up, yo?
- What's up? - Chillin'.
Why you get out of there so early?
I couldn't take lookin' at him like that, man.
I couldn't see him like that.
Oh, man, you seen Tiny, man?
That shit ain't even look like him. Word up.
- No bullshit. - What?
- I'm tellin' you... - Why you buggin', man?
I ain't buggin. I'm just sayin'--
Yo, show some respect, kid. There's family right here.
Yo, I got love for the critter, but he just looked messed up.
People is out here, you ignorant--
Come on, I ain't ignorant. I'm sayin' he looked messed up.
He looked like he got fucked up.
Something's wrong. Stop cursin' out here.
Something is seriously wrong with you.
- Whatever. - I don't believe you.
Man, here come Tiny's mom.
Bullshit.
Don't worry about it, man.
I'm gonna miss you, Tiny.
They just don't give a fuck about us.
Much love, homey.
Shit shouldn't have happened. Should not have happened.
What's up, man?
Don't move, kid.
Fuck is this?
Shit, man.
Let's go.
Yo, my man.
Y'all be the lucky one.
You're the wrong black man.
Too bad, too.
I was looking forward to spending time with you.
Maybe become friends.
These things on tight?
Usually you people start hollerin' holy hell.
Shit, look at that.
Cut through your skinny little wrists.
- You done, man? Can I bounce? - No, you can't bounce.
Let me ask you something. You know what a grand jury is?
No, I don't know what it is.
Well, look, when questions come, and questions will come...
just remember who your friends are, OK?
- That's you, right? - Yeah, that's right. That's me.
Can I bounce, man?
Get out of here.
- Hey, Jason... - Oh, shit, man!
That's so you stay away from grand juries.
- Been fightin' with somebody? - No.
- Somebody hit you there? - No.
The bruise didn't crawl there on its own.
- How do you know that? - Excuse me?
Slappin' me in the backseat of the car, man.
Yeah, man.
Get out of the car, and this fool ass snuffed me.
Yeah.
What's up?
- Hold on. What's up? - Your momz wanted us to talk.
Yeah. You comin' over here?
Get off the phone.
See you when you get here. Check it, man. Sure.
- What's up? What you want? - Your momz wanted us to talk.
- About what? - We're not no fools.
We know all about you and your activities.
You ain't got to worry about that,
not even if it was your business.
No, now it is my business.
I'm making it my business. You got a problem?
- You funny. - No, I'm not funny.
And I ain't laughin'.
- This ain't no damn game. - I ain't playin' no game.
I ain't, either.
If you think you can live here, run in and out as you please,
get locked up, always in and out of jail,
then you expect us to come get you out?
You got another thing comin'.
You can stop the bus right there, man.
I ain't tryin' to hear that. I'm not tryin' to.
Listen, I don't need no daddy. I got my own life.
- Just know that. - Yeah, right.
Yo, Jay!
What's up, nigga?
Hey, yo!
Come out here, boy.
What's up?
- What's up? - There he come.
What's up, man?
- Living greedy. - What's up?
- Aw, get outta here. - So, what's up, man?
Yo, what they do to you?
He snuffed me. Blindside. Sucker, man, for real.
Damn. I told you.
They tryin' to lynch a black man.
I'm tellin' you, like...
Jason!
Oh, shit. Mom's gonna ding that ass.
Ma's tripped up. Kyle!
Get that car out or I'll call the police.
- Mom, I'm just talkin' to them. - No, you can get inside.
And you can get out of here with the car.
Can I chill with them?
No, you not just chillin' with nobody.
I don't see you movin'.
Excuse me, I'm talkin' to my friends. Can I talk to them?
You ain't talkin' to nobody! Get inside, goddamn it.
You know what? Listen. I'm not goin' nowhere.
- What's the matter with you? - What's the matter with...
Boy, don't you ever use that language.
You still here?
- No, we out. - We out, man.
Whatever, OK.
Put some ice on that.
We'll see you on the fly.
Oh, shit!
You worried about Roscoe. You better worry about your mom.
You gotta control yourself.
I crashed at Midget's crib a couple times before.
It's all right when it's just him and his grandmomz.
But when all his brothers are out of jail...
House motherfuckin' rules. It's a different story.
All pushers go to the motherfuckin' dealer.
Five- card Charlie automatically wins.
Let me finish, 'cause I don't wanna bust your ass here.
And every time I win, I fuck somebody in your family.
Oh, shit, that ain't fair. All your family's...
Look at these motherfuckers.
Yo, Mike...
Yeah, whatever.
Loan me five dollars.
I ain't got no money.
Man, the whole family's broke. You all just broke.
Didn't I tell you he look like Alien?
Yo, Wonder Woman called. She want her sweat pants back.
Yo, fuck y'all, man.
Oh, man, stop clownin.' Who these motherfuckers?
Yo, what the fuck is this, man?
- Auto- what? - That's shit I need for school.
You like to read this?
Think I'll be on the street all my life?
I don't know what you be thinkin'.
Who you think you're going to be working for?
Some white motherfucker driving a Lexus...
while you still taking the bus?
- Can I put this here? - Yeah, right down there.
I seen one of those motherfuckers just yesterday.
Motherfucker popped the locks on his Benz...
soon as he seen me comin'.
Thinkin' that motherfucker don't even deserve that car.
- Shit. You should've took it. - I know. I felt like it.
I know more about that car than that old man.
- You know everything, man. - Yo.
That's the kind of motherfucker you're gonna be workin' for.
Nigga gonna be makin' mad loot off your sweat and knowledge.
- What you doin, man? - Say what?
I'm lookin' for my scissors.
In my bag, you are?
- I wasn't in your bag. - You was in my bag.
I wasn't in your bag. You callin' me a liar?
Don't call me no motherfuckin' liar.
Just fuck you, man. Just get out of here.
I'm lookin' for my shit, and it was in here.
- Just bounce, man. Get out. - Punk- ass bitch.
What's he think he's doin'?
- What's up, Duke? - What up?
- What's happenin'? - What is this you ridin'?
Just a little somethin'. A little thing.
- A little somethin'. - Is this how you livin'?
What's up? Why you buggin' and shit?
Oh, shit!
I see you walkin'. I don't see you ridin' shit.
I wouldn't ride this bullshit.
What's up? You can haul ass. What's up?
- Slingin' your thing, man. - Oh, shit!
- Who are you slingin' for? - What you say?
Man, what's up, you know what I'm sayin'?
I gots to get mine, nigga, you know?
Get a job, motherfucker. Get a real job.
Get out of here with that shit.
Y'all niggas don't know what's up, you know what I'm sayin'?
- I gots to get mine. - Bullshit, know what I'm sayin'?
Got that burned off.
Both y'all niggas was 'noid. 'Noid as a motherfucker.
- Yo, it was bad. - No, no, motherfucker.
Word up, I tell you.
That motherfucker came up behind me.
- Where we at, man? - That's a good question.
Where the fuck are we, you know?
What the fuck are we lookin' for, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, yo, yo, there we go.
There it is, right there.
Oh, no. No, he ain't.
Ain't gonna get no money for no cop car.
It ain't about the money, you ignorant motherfucker.
- Hurry up. - Shh.
Yo, man, fuck that. Let me drive.
That's why these motherfuckers can't catch us.
Man, I'll make this shit go.
Y'all motherfuckers want me to make this shit go?
Go, motherfucker. Don't talk about it, be it.
Motherfuckers, get the fuck out of my way right now.
Police car's comin'. Yo!
Ah, shit. Here we go.
Get the fuck out of my way! Five- 0 in this motherfucker.
Oh, shit. Check this out. Look at these motherfuckers.
Oh, you gonna mess with them critters?
I'm gonna fuck with these motherfuckers.
- Watch. - Put the light on them.
Check this shit out.
Get on the speaker!
All right, pal, pull it over.
Pull it over.
I can see the beers.
No, don't try to throw them out now.
It's too late.
All right, guys, put your hands in the air.
Get them in the air.
Now, damn it, now!
You, driver, step away from the car, please.
Step away from the car.
Come on, come on. That's it, come on out.
Don't look at me.
Get your hands up now!
Look like they from ''Happy Days''!
Get out of the car.
Come on, get those hands up. Reach for the sky.
Oh, shit! Check his face.
Oh, we got 'em. We got 'em.
Hey, hey, hey. Put that beer down.
Get those hands in the air. Get 'em up! Up!
You're in a lot of trouble.
Put your hands on the car! Come on.
OK, OK.
You have the right to be stupid as geek motherfuckers.
OK, guys, carry on. Have a nice day.
Look, baby, you ain't got nothin' to worry about.
Now, look, you don't need to be chasing after the boy.
I’d give him some room if I was you.
Where you goin'?
I'm going to get something to drink.
No, go to your room. I'll bring it to you.
That's what I'm talkin' about.
Every time I want to do something,
you gotta be in my business.
Every time Jason does something, it's OK.
He's on the street doin' whatever,
and you don't even know where he is, do you?
Jackie, shut up and go back to your room.
Why do I have to go to my room? I'm the good one.
- Shut up. - I'm in the house.
I'm always in my room.
If you look for me, I'm in my room 24- 7.
Anybody want Jackie, Jackie's in her room.
- It's like five Gs? - Five Gs?
You crazy? That's my dough. I did the locks.
Yo, there's those crazy niggas now.
- They're not with us. - What's up, my eightball?
Let me ask y'all a question. Is y'all niggas crazy, man?
- Is y'all motherfuckers crazy? - What you talkin' about?
I mean boostin' that cop car. Don't act like you ain't know.
I know about y'all motherfuckers.
- Who told you that? - Tell this motherfucker.
That big- head nigga Ritchie told us.
Ritchie been talkin' mad shit. Mad shit, hear what I'm sayin'?
That's all right. We still cool, you know what I'm sayin'?
But y'all gots to watch out.
You wanna play that rebel outlaw shit, know what I'm sayin'?
Rebel outlaw motherfuckers try robbin' us.
Peace out, baby.
Let's bounce, man. See all y'all.
I said he had a big mouth.
I told you that shit.
Yo, I'm gonna tell that motherfucker myself.
What's with these toy- ass niggas?
I'm sayin, man...
Oh, shit. What the fuck is this?
Freeze, motherfucker!
- Hands! Let me see your hands! - Get out of the car!
- Get out and eat some dirt! - Get on the ground!
All right, you! Get down! On the ground.
Eat some fuckin' dirt, peckerhead.
Get up, fat boy!
Yo...
Let's go! Come on! All right, let's go!
Get him! Here's the big guy.
Steal our fuckin' car? Fuckin' like takin' cop cars?
- Watch your fuckin' head. - Get the fuck in the car!
Police were in full force today,
rounding up suspected car thieves.
Fuck with me, I'll blow your head off.
They were trying to find out who stole a cruiser...
the night before last.
PRlSONER: Man, I know my rights.
Yo, I want my motherfuckin' lawyer now!
Oh, shit!
Downstairs.
Hey, come on now!
I want my motherfuckin' phone call.
Listen, let's keep it down.
Let's just try to keep it down, and we'll get this over with.
Don't worry about it. Listen, cooperate with me,
and we're out of here sooner than later.
- Let's start with you. - You gonna beat us up?
- What's your name? - Dees.
- Dees what? - Dees Nuts. Spell it N- U- T- S.
Thank you very much for your cooperation.
Thank you.
You look a little brighter to me, son.
Let's not play any games. What's your name?
- Charles. - Charles what?
Charles Manson.
You're a game player, huh?
You like to waste time? Because that's all this is.
I can ID you, but it's a pain in my ass.
- Tommy, ring a bell? - They all look the same to me.
- Ritchie, he look familiar? - No, never seen him.
Why do you want to play it like that, friend?
All I did was ask your name.
Do you want to play games?
We'll play games.
Play my game.
Have a nice day.
Ha. Ha.
Get off me!
Sarge, give this to Lenny. He left it here yesterday.
- OK. - Do you have those reports?
Listen, Roc...you may recognize this package in the back.
Hey, hey! Look who it is. My little man.
What's up with you?
You been tellin' us lies?
Hey.
You have any idea how much trouble you're in? Hmm?
Has anyone come by and told you how much trouble you're in? Huh?
You're gonna tell me, right?
Yeah, I wanna tell you.
Want some?
Come on, man!
Come on, man! What's that, man?
That's what that is. You know what your problem is?
I'll tell you. You got nobody watching your back now.
That's your problem. And it's not good. Not fuckin' good.
'Cause anything-- anything-- could happen...
in this big, bad, motherfuckin' world.
So when people come around and start askin' you questions...
about a fuckin' grand jury and shit,
you gotta remember one thing, and what is that?
What is that one thing? Tell me.
What is that one thing, huh?
Sorry, I didn't hear you.
- Fuck you, man! - Keep in touch, kid.
Damn.
- Another day in jail? - What?
- You spend another night there? - Where you hear that?
- I got my connections. - Oh, you do?
I like to think I can find out when my son's in jail.
It wasn't nothin', you know?
They bagged a whole bunch of us just for show.
Except they added another court date to your collection.
- They tell you that? - They sure did.
- It don't mean nothin'. - ''Doesn't mean anything.''
Have you kept your word?
Have you?
Have you been goin' to school?
I can't hear you. Have you?
This isn't what I had in mind for my family.
- What up, girl? - What up, Midget?
- What you doin'? - Nothin'. What you doing?
I'm on the road, you know? Come take a ride with me.
- With you? - Yeah, with me. That's right.
What'd I look like ridin' with you?
Why? What's up? What's up?
I ain't gettin' in no stolen car.
- That ain't no stolen car. - Mm- hmm.
That's my car.
You still think you can lie to me. ''That ain't no stolen car.''
Boy, please.
Yeah, what's up...
I want to get back up with that.
I know you ain't sayin' that.
- What are you talkin' about? - You know.
That was a long time ago, Kyle.
I like when you say my name like that.
Well, I'm sorry.
Yeah, all right.
Yo, what up? What up?
Don't you think you should go with your boys?
Nah.
You're still beautiful, you know?
You got my heart whenever you want it.
See you later, Midget.
All right.
I'm out.
What the fuck am I gonna do with that?
Shit.
Hey, Midget's here.
Come back over here, motherfucker! Joe!
That ain't Joe. He wants to be like me.
Hold on. Look, Jackie...Jackie!
What you doin' in here? What you doin' in here?
- She out on a date. - Come on, get out.
- What you doin' in here? - It's not my fault.
- Mind your business, please. - Get out. Get out.
Boy, Jack, don't get out! Fuck that nigga!
Boy, Jackie!
- What you in here for? - You not my father, OK?
- Why you stressin' out? - I'm not.
You know you are. The next time I catch you in a stolen car,
I'll make it my business.
Yeah, whatever. Don't touch me! We on the street.
- Go. - See ya.
Take that narrow ass outta here.
- OK...all of y'all. - Go ahead.
Goddamn.
- You need to drive your feet! - Shut the fuck up.
You gonna let that shortie house ya, man?
This kid is not walkin' home, you know what I'm sayin'?
I tell you, man.
It's that nigga Roscoe.
- What's up? - Hey, little brother.
What's happenin', baby?
- Why the fuck you lookin' at me? - How you feelin', man?
What you doin', Midget?
I got five of 'em...
Aw, shit, man. So what's up? You want some of this?
Want some of what? What's that?
You want some of this?
- Some of this. - Shit, Midget!
What made you do it? I'm glad you did.
- That was the one. - I know that. Shit.
He was tryin' to hit me off, man.
Yo. I hate those motherfuckers, man.
Excuse me.
Can I ask you fellas what you're doin' here?
- You drinkin'? - We ain't doin' nothin'.
- Shit. - Could you pour it out, please?
- We goin' home. - I ain't got nothin' more.
- I'm not gonna say it again. - Come on.
- Pour it out. - Don't.
- Fuck her, man. - Yeah, what's up?
- What did you say? - I didn't say nothin'.
- Are you gonna report us? - Repeat yourself.
- Listen, I didn't say nothin'. - Repeat yourself.
- Want me to drop this? - What did you say?
You done called backup on us, huh, bitch?
Grab him!
- Oh, shit! - Motherfucker!
Somebody lose this?
Ha ha! Yeah.
Hey...save anything for me?
Sh...
Shit.
Oh, shit.
What's up?
- What's up? - What's up?
- What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?
- You all right? - Yeah. You all right?
I was sittin' there for five minutes.
Come on! That shit was like five seconds.
- Yo! I'm sayin'... - Track's right there.
What?
- Shit! What you doin'? - What's wrong with you?
- Oh, man! Stupid!
- That was crazy, man. - You are trigger- happy!
Yeah...put that gun away, man.
It ain't gonna bite you. Chill.
Yo. But put that shit away, man. No shootin' at cops.
Shootin' at cops ain't all good. It ain't all good.
That shit ain't no thing, man.
Be right back.
We need to move the cars in the driveway.
Yo, my man.
- Why you bring that car in here? - Do what?
Did I tell you not to come here unless you call me first?
- Your phone was busy. - Did I tell you that?
- Don't put your hands on me. - Excuse me.
I don't need any fools here. Can you understand that?
Don't you have somethin' for me?
Wrong. You told me you had somethin' for me, OK?
You want to do yourself and me a favor?
Go get me somethin' to look at.
Don't be bringin' no shit--
Don't be bringin' no shitbox in here you usin' for joyrides.
I don't need them, OK?
Get your shit together and earn some money.
- Fuck you. - Do what I tell you. Go ahead.
Earn for a change.
- We in it? - We in it, son.
- You sure we in it? - What I say, man?
- We in there. - Yeah, we in there.
- We got the money. We hook? - Yeah, we hook.
- You all come over here, now. - Stop running.
Wait, man. Chill for a minute.
All right. Where we at, man?
- What's up? - Chill, chill, chill.
Everybody in.
Let's go home, man. Let's go on our way.
We've been riding all day. I'm tired.
- Let's go. - You see that right there?
- Right there. - What do you mean, the Lexus?
What you do with that?
The man's leavin'.
We should follow his ass.
- Let's bounce. - No, I'm taking that shit.
- What you doin', man? - I'm takin' that shit.
What? The fuck you...
- My man, need to talk. Yo, yo! - What?
- Yo, my man... - Hey!
- Don't fuck with me! - Get the fuck away!
Stealin' his car!
OK, OK.
- Shit! - Hey, hey! Stop!
Whoo- hoo! Ha ha ha! Shit! What you doin'?
Piece of shit! Come here! Come here, goddamn it!
Stop, you son of a bitch! What do you think you're--
Oh!
Close this up like this. You're gonna catch a cold.
Can't have you leavin' me, too, you know?
Let me cut this. Here. There. Eat your carrots.
Go ahead, go ahead.
Take some.
- What's up, man? - Yo, what's up, man?
Where you been at?
Why are you fuckin' with me, man?
Man, watch your mouth. Can't you see what I'm doin' here?
Just tell me what you was thinkin', man.
Yo.
I told you I was gonna make my move.
You was just gonna leave me out there?
I did what I had to do. I got bills to pay.
- What you had to do? - I said I’d make a move.
I did what I had to do. I got bills.
I'm your right- hand man. You ain't tellin' me nothin'.
I ain't waitin' around for you to catch up with me.
You're playin' me, man. You're playin' me. But all right.
All right.
I hope you got your money's worth, man. Sure hope you did.
You know I did, motherfucker.
Excuse me, Grandma.
Eat that right there. Eat your carrots.
What a bod, up in that party.
I met this guy with a BMW named Shawn.
- GirIfriend, he was too fine. - What?
Come here.
Here we go again. Every time--
Come on, stop playin'. Can I speak to you?
- I asked you not to come here. - You're embarrassin' me.
- Why are you here? - I'm chillin' with my friends.
- Is that all right? - You know how Mommy is.
I know how Mommy is, and she ain't sayin' nothin'.
- You blowin' the spot up on me. - I doin' this for you.
- I'm tellin' you... - Stop it. Come here.
You know what? Because you playin' yourself, and me, too.
I asked you not to deal with my sister.
Mind your business.
Let go of me, man. Why are you in my business, man?
This ain't no business of yours. Fuck out of my face, man.
Shut up!
- Fuck you, man. - You can fuck this...you fuck!
Jason! Jason! Jason!
Big mistake! Big fuckin' mistake!
Come on, man. What's up, man?
- Hold your shit, man. - You stupid, man.
Guys...207.
Afternoon, ma'am. My name's Lieutenant Roscoe. How are you?
- Fine. - Can I ask you some questions?
- Why? - What's your last name?
- Petty. - Are you Jason Petty's mom?
- Yeah. - Does he live here with you?
- Yeah. - ls he here now?
- No, he's not. - We have some questions for him.
- Uh- huh. - Mm- hmm.
Leap from around the way, know what I'm sayin'?
Want them to bring it to me?
No, but I need to smooth that shit out now.
- You ain't gotta do nothin'. - No.
No, no, I do. I'm tellin' you, I gotta think of my people, kid.
Fuck these niggas, man.
- Straight up and down. - All right.
- What's the matter with you? - What?
You gonna stand in my face and lie? They came to my damn house.
- What? - They're gonna lock your ass up.
- I thought you'd want to know. - Why...?
Shut up! What are you laughin' at with your bald- headed ass?
- I'm through with you. - Why are you comin' down here?
Oh, shit!
What the fuck, man? Ha ha ha ha!
- God. - Your momz is crazy.
- You laughin' at my momz? - I'm not laughin' at your mom.
- Why you laughin' at her? - I'm not laughin' at her.
She need to get her oil checked!
I told you them shits don't work together.
Shit. Shit.
- Why don't she go to work? - Aw, shit.
Hey! You! Come over here.
- I ain't goin' nowhere. - Get over here.
I live here.
Yo, what's up? I ain't goin' nowhere.
It felt like the walls was closin' in.
You keep runnin' forever, you run out of places to go.
Yo, Jason! Let me talk to you for a second, man.
Come here. I want to talk to you.
Fuck that shit. Go clean.
What's up? You gonna pop that nigga, right?
He did try to decapitate your ass.
Fuck you. I got this.
Man, it was like...bladow! He almost took your ass out.
What the fuck you laughin' at? This shit funny, right?
- This shit funny. - All right.
- This shit funny. - I ain't laughin'.
He almost had you. Ha ha ha!
Motherfucker. Tryin' to trip on me, man?
- No, you're... - Fuck you, man.
What's up? Why you gotta take it there?
I can take it where I want to...
If they're bouncin' on me in the parking lot, man.
That ain't got nothin' to do with it.
Now you're trying to instigate some Ritchie shit?
If that's what you want, let's bring it to this nigga, man.
That's what you want, fuck it. Let's go make it real.
Come on.
I'm out there dodgin' bullets, and you're jokin'.
Some crap friends, man.
Crap friends.
Here we go, here we go! Drive straight. Drive, drive!
Oh, shit!
That shit's OK, kid.
That is a phat ride, right?
We're gonna make mad loot off this motherfucker.
Fuck the dough. We keepin' this motherfucker.
Come on... Yo.
- Why we comin' here for this? - Will you shut up?
Fuck you, man. I didn't come here for this shit.
- Come on, come on! - Don't rush me, man.
This got my name on it.
These brothers is crazy man.
Yo, man, I got this almost.
Look at him, look at him.
Just like a fuckin' cameo, huh?
Fuckin' mutts.
Hurry up, man.
Move out of my face, 'cause I'm gonna get this shit.
- Come on, man. - Chill, motherfucker!
Hey, don't fuckin' move!
- Hands up! - Freeze!
Don't fuckin' move, asshole.
Don't even fuckin' think about it, you hear me?
Freeze! Freeze!
- He's gettin' away! - Hands back! Put it down!
Hold your fire! Hold your fire!
Turn around! Turn around and get on the car.
Turn the fuck around!
Get up against here. You like runnin' over cops, you fuck?
You goin' away. You hear me, motherfucker? Away!
Tell all your friends what happens to people...
who run over fuckin' cops!
Hey, my man. You're outta luck this time.
I got you cold.
You look good on video.
Outrage in Newark as residents took to the streets...
after a 16- year- old suspected car thief...
was shot and killed by police,
this after he allegedly tried to run down an officer...
in a stolen car.
After news of the shooting spread, angry residents...
- How you doin', Bill? - Hey, Brian. How's the kid?
Great.
That's how they got me.
The one time I didn't run.
I got tired of runnin'.
Somethin' had to change.
So be it.
I’d take the time they gave me. I could handle it.
- What's up? - What's up, kid?
- What's up, nigga? - What's up?
You didn't hear about your man?
What man? What you talkin' about?
Your man Midget.
What the fuck you talkin' about?
It's like you ain't hearin' me. You deaf, motherfucker?
You tryin' to bring it to me or somethin'? What's up?
What you want, nigga?
Better say good- bye to your man Midget.
God.
You doin' OK? Doin' all right.
I was wonderin' when I’d be takin' this drive.
We could've talked over the phone,
but it's hard to get to the phone.
Yeah, I bet.
I don't mind drivin' here.
You're not gonna get rid of me that easy.
- Yeah. You brought me somethin'? - What, I'm not enough?
I know you brought me somethin'.
You do? Let me get this straight.
I'm supposed to go shopping for you now?
It is funny, isn't it? You the one in jail.
I'll be outta here in a little while. OK?
I know.
Then what?
Then what? I don't know. School, I suppose, but after that, what?
We'll find you somethin', OK?
I hope so. There ain't nothin' out there.
- You know... - Don't talk like that.
There's nothin' out there.
All the more, I feel terrible. I mean...
- I feel like I let you down. - No, you didn't let me down.
- Stayin' with Lionel... - You didn't let me down.
- I know I did. - We're gonna make it.
We gonna make it.
No matter what it look like, we'll make it.
You hear me? You be strong.
Be strong, OK? Time's up, Petty.
- I love you. - You gotta go, Mom.
I'll be back really soon, OK?
- I love you. - I love you, too.
Petty, time's up. Let's go.
Come on, let's go.
- I'll cope with this. - I know.
In Newark today, investigators are hoping...
to uncover some more clues...
in the shooting of 17- year- old Ronald Lambs.
He was allegedly shot by police a month ago here in Newark.
At 9:00 this morning,
the first witnesses were brought in to testify...
before a grand jury.
Ronnie was still in the hospital when I testified.
So much has happened since then,
it was like talkin' about ancient history.
No way could you bring any of it back.
There has been lots of speculation...
since 17- year- old Ronald Lambs was shot last month.
He was critically wounded here in Newark...
after stepping out of a stolen car that apparently belonged...
to an officer involved in the shooting.
Oh, chill out. That's that beast that bagged me. Check this.
The officer admitted...
there was some wrongdoing on his part,
and he has admitted that he was not correct...
Shit's real, boy.
Comin' home, boy.
The officers involved have been suspended from duty...
pending an investigation.
One officer, Emil Roscoe of Glen Ridge,
is now facing criminal charges.
That's the bomb, son. Faggot.
- I missed you. - How you doin'?
- I'm so glad to see you. - You look good!
You look good. Look at you. You got your weight up in there.
If you weren't so stupid, you wouldn't have been there at all.
Aw, come on, man. You gonna take me to go find Midget?
- He's up there on Avon. - He didn't come see me once.
Not once.
You wasn't lookin' for that nigga to come up.
What's up, man? Where you been at?
I been waitin' for you, kid.
You could've come see me up there, man.
Why would I want to come see you up in there, man?
That shit depressed the hell out of me.
You're my right- hand man.
- You gonna leave me to rot? - Come on, man, what's up?
- In there for months, man. - Yo, come on, man.
How you do up in there? You do all right?
Did all right, you know?
Yo, I heard shit was crazy out here.
Shit's been hectic around here.
They've been lockin' everybody up in this motherfucker.
Ever since that night that they took our P- Nut, man.
Shit's been gettin' real.
- Shit crazy? - Yeah.
- Know how that is. - I know.
- Know how that flow. - Yo.
They still ain't figured out a way to catch your man.
Let's go.
I'm gonna get up with these kids, man.
It's time you start thinkin' about what you gonna do.
Been thinkin' about that for three months.
You don't need to be around here.
You got a big old life to lead. Fuck negativity.
Man...let's go, man!
- Gonna get with them or what? - I'm gonna get up with them.
We gonna be at the park.
- Might roll through. - Get up later, man.
All right, man. Yo, hold up, man!
Stay real, kid.
Coreen, I been thinkin'.
I've been away for a little while, like 90 days.
What you been doin' all this time?
You know what I been doin'.
You been talkin' to me. You know.
What do you think of our friendship?
What do you mean, our friendship?
Get the fuck out of the car!
Get out, nigga! You think I'm bullshit?
Get out of the car! Get out! Get out!
Yeah, nigga, I should clap your ass.
Get your ass up off the car!
My mother's fucking car! Shit!
No! Don't fuck with me! That's my mother's car! Damn.
- I shouldn't have done it. - What happened?
Fuck you! I shouldn't have went with you in the first place!
That was my mother's fuckin' car!
Let's go get that shit, man.
- That was my mother's car. - Let's get that shit!
Fuck you, Midget! I don't need your help!
I ain't even tryin' to help you.
- Let's go get that shit. - What you doin'?
- What you gonna do? - Do about what? Just chill.
- Mind your fuckin' business! - Hold on, man. Hold on.
- Don't go there, man. - Your hand's in my face.
- Just chill. - Your hand's in my face.
You want to say somethin', say it to me, man. What? What?
What, man?
Good, man. I like that. Good to see you there.
Pardon me, Kareem. My bad.
All right.
Yo, welcome home, black.
I'm out.
Leave me alone. Leave me alone. All of you, just leave me alone.
Welcome home.
Yo, man, why don't you turn on my fuckin' radio, nigga?
- Fuck the radio. - Some sounds or somethin', man.
I got some shit for y'all. Check this.
Oh, shit! Ha ha!
No question about it.
- No shit! - That shit is the bomb.
Aw...shit.
That's my man. That's my man, yo.
It's the riot, y'all. It's phat, dig?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, shit.
Come on, come on.
I'm gonna show you how to escape the motherfuckers. All right?
- Come on, come on. - Get out of here!
Tonight, a high-speed chase...
from Newark to Hillvale, New Jersey, turned deadly...
after police opened fire on a stolen van...
filled mostly with teenagers.
The chase began in Newark after a police officer spotted...
a van which had been stolen at gunpoint a day earlier.
The van took off at high speed.
Newark police followed it to Hillvale.
At a bridge on Brown Street,
a police car blocked the van's path,
but the driver did not stop.
What happened next is unclear.
Police won't give details until their investigation is complete,
but they say some 30 shots were fired at the van.
When it was over, two people were dead,
and three others had been hit by gunfire.
One of the dead was a pregnant teenage girl.
ln all, six people were in the van.
Police found a starter's pistol on the floor of the van.
It was not, however, the weapon used when the van was stolen.
Police are preparing a long list of charges now.
At this point, some of them will be armed robbery,
conspiracy to commit robbery, auto theft,
aggravated assault on police officers,
eluding police, and resisting arrest.
They say they were...
What's up? What's up, nigga?
Guest house is quiet now.
And up and down the block, you don't see anybody anymore.
It's almost like we were never there.
We was just tryin' to make our mark in the world.
Find somethin' to call our own.
And if I've changed at all, it's only because I've seen too much.
It's only because my life can't go back the way it was.
Even if I wanted to, there's no goin' back.