(thrilling instrumental music playing)
(metallic screeching)
(music picks up tempo)
(car horn honks)
(grunts)
(people chattering)
(grunting, panting)
(car horns honking)
(grunts in pain)
(dogs barking)
(grunts)
(groans in pain)
Did you talk to anyone? Look at me.
-Talk to anybody, huh? -(groaning)
Did you see anybody?
Did you talk to anybody, huh?
Did you make a phone call?
Who did you talk to?
(muffled voice)
You got anything else to say?
I didn't think so.
How long was he out of your sight?
Maybe a couple of minutes.
Chico, I'm disappointed in you!
How could you do that?
Look, we can't go into that meeting.
If anyone was ever made, we were made.
You know what I say?
We're going.
What are you? Are you crazy?
I mean, probably a 100 people saw us chasing him.
Chico,
since when did anybody ever accuse me of being sane?
We're going. All right? Come on. Get in the car.
-Jesus Christ. -Come on.
(funky instrumental music playing)
(man whistling)
(man rapping in Spanish)
(man whistles)
You see anything strange?
Just the usual weirdness.
The deal's going down, man.
Keep an eye out for me, huh?
Right, Hatcher.
Are you sure it's cool?
It's very cool. Relax.
Good. Then let's go.
Bueno.
And the next time,
you're going to introduce me to Salazar, aren't you?
Yes, I... Yes, I promise.
-Good. Let's go. All right. -You got it.
(man and woman speaking Spanish)
(sniffs)
(speaking Spanish)
Well, here we are, gentlemen.
-Right on time. -You see, I told you.
This guy, he's been a good customer.
Did you bring the green?
Of course.
I got it right here.
Half.
Then what are you here for?
I'm here to do business.
If you don't like that, then I'll take off, all right?
(whispering in Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
You know something? I do business for a long time.
You know why? Because I'm careful.
You could never be too careful, right?
Careful is good with me, amigo.
Careful never killed nobody.
Is that right?
Stupid... (chuckles)
Stupid kills. (speaking Spanish)
Okay, gringo. I think we can do business.
Good. Then let's get it over with, all right?
-Hey. How you doing? -Hey.
(whispering in Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
Hey, carnal.
(foreboding music playing)
You know, in our country,
we love cops.
And when we do a cop,
it's like a tremendous status symbol.
-But an American cop -(sword clangs)
is like a gift from God.
My little friend here
is going to open you up a little bit,
so you can tell us where the rest of the money is, huh?
Huh?
There is no more money.
Oh, there's got to be more money.
(man groans)
(screams in pain)
(grunting in pain)
(grunting)
CHICO: Hatcher, let's get the hell out of here! Come on!
(groans)
Cover me!
All right. Clear.
-Let's go! Quickly! -Okay.
(woman shouting in Spanish)
(thuds)
(gasps, speaking Spanish)
(screams)
Halt!
(groans)
Time to go, Hatch.
(Chico groans)
-(engine revs) -(tires screech)
JOHN: I knew that the only justice that I could get
would be that that I made for myself,
not always by law.
Father, I just killed a woman.
I've lied, I've slept with informants,
I've taken drugs, I've falsified evidence.
I did whatever I had to do to get the bad guys.
And then I realized something...
That I had become what I most despise.
PRIEST: Do you have a family?
Yes, Father.
PRIEST: Go to them and leave these things.
Try to find the gentle self inside you.
Allow this person to come back.
What are you going to retire to, Hatcher? Huh?
You're up to your neck in this life.
I got Bennett burning up the phone lines every day.
I got the president going on television,
promising results, for Christ's sake.
This is not the time for you to walk out on me.
Not now.
-You can't! -I've had enough.
Look, John...
Uh...
There was nothing you could have done to save Chico.
These things happen when you're in deep. You know that.
Take a leave...
with pay.
Hell, take a month. Take two.
You've felt burned out before this.
I need you, John, okay?
Pete, nothing we ever did amounted to shit,
and you know it.
(tires screeching)
-(doorbell rings) -(knock on door)
TRACEY: Who is it?
Uncle John.
You're not my uncle.
My Uncle John lives far away.
I am your uncle.
And you've grown up to be a big girl.
You allergic to cats?
Nope.
Okay, then you can come in.
MELISSA: Tracey, come on back...
Johnny?
Johnny! I can't believe it.
How's my little sister?
Oh, God.
(chuckles)
(sports commentary on radio)
Boys, come and say hello to your Uncle John. Come on.
-Who's this? -This is Ricky.
Ricky, how you doing? You look great.
You look good. Everything's all right?
-RICKY: Yeah, everything's great. -Hey, Uncle John.
Hey, how you doing?
All right. Welcome home.
-Where you been? -I've been here waiting for you.
(both laughing)
You're home!
Mmm.
Let me look at you.
Oh, you look great.
You look great.
-You look like Melissa now, huh. -(laughing)
Twenty years younger.
Thank you. I accept all compliments from handsome men.
Everything all right?
You sounded strange on the phone.
No, no, it's all right. I'm just a little tired.
Well, you've come to the right place to rest.
(solemn instrumental music playing)
(clicking)
PLAYER 1: Head up!
PLAYER 2: Head up!
(players screaming)
-(players shouting) -(whistle blows)
COACH: Stupid!
Get over here!
(hip-hop music playing over stereo)
Cool! (chuckles)
Make you happy?
Hey, we have lots more
where that come from, you know.
Don't worry about it. Be happy. (chuckles)
-COACH: Ready? -ALL PLAYERS: Break!
(indistinct shouting)
PLAYER 3: Let's go! Let's go!
-PLAYER 4 (shouts): Hut! -(all grunting)
Come up to the play!
(indistinct shouting)
Play it again! One more time!
COACH: Harris, you're a maggot!
Tackling 10 yards down the field ain't shit!
Pardon my French.
Get back in the huddle! Come on! Let's go!
Coach? Coach, put me in.
Put me in.
I'll be damned.
Trouble.
That's me.
Man, I heard you were shot dead in the streets of Bangkok.
Well, I was in Bangkok. I was there,
but, uh, (chuckles) I didn't get shot, if that's all right with you.
Hell, yeah!
(both laughing)
PLAYER 5: All right, Coach, we're ready!
I'll be right back. Hey, come on!
Come on, show this guy you can play some ball!
-MONKEY: You know, if you like that... -It's good.
you should try some of this thing right here.
Send you right to heaven.
Make cloud nine look soft.
Is that crack?
That it is, man, you know, the real deal,
the shit you hear about on the news.
Hey, it's funny, you know, how the man always tell lie
about certain things which make us happy.
You know what I'm saying? Unless you don't want to try this.
-It too tough. -(whistling)
Make me want to love all the time, you know.
-I'll try it. -All the time.
Sure thing, pretty girl.
Go on. Put it right up to your lips. You ready?
ALL PLAYERS: Break!
Four Laps, then hit the showers!
(cheering)
Man, you were gone so long,
you missed my entire marriage.
-How was it? -(scoffs)
Cambodia was more fun.
(sarcastically) I mean, I love giving away all my possessions.
It makes me feel real spiritual.
And probably poor, huh?
(chuckles) And poor.
Bye.
(reggae music playing)
It's all right, man. Let's go.
In the car. In the car.
Get in the car. Get in the car.
(music continues playing)
Tito Barco,
we're glad you come to show some respect.
Walk up.
Check him clean.
Cool.
Do your best, man.
Yeah.
You very funny, man.
Wait here for the man.
Forward.
TITO: You move into my territory.
What do you think I'm going to do?
The streets will be red with blood,
and nobody makes money.
They don't even notice us.
We fit in. We look like them.
But you?
You go marching into the suburbs with your...
rag-head soldiers,
And we're front-page news.
The DEA will be crawling down our throats
long after you've gone!
Everybody want to go heaven,
but nobody want dead.
Afraid?
This is how it'll go.
You are work for I, man, now.
You are do the selling.
You are be the mule.
I supply the crack and the powder.
What's the split?
20 percent...
to you.
Give me some time to consider your proposition.
I will give you an answer very soon.
I'll wait...
and watch.
MAN: I and I see everything.
(thrilling music playing)
I and I be everywhere.
(laughs)
TITO: The santero told me that you are the one
with the most frightening power,
that you are the one I must see.
This man is not only abakua,
the leopard people,
(speaking Spanish)
(stutters) This man is using the power of the spirits
to do very evil things.
Will you...
Will you help me?
(Tito speaking Spanish)
I hope to see you again.
Adios.
(tribal music playing)
(speaking Spanish)
(clucking)
(chanting in Spanish)
(clucking)
(tribal music continues playing)
(chanting in Spanish)
(continues chanting in Spanish)
-Looks good. -Mm-hmm.
Nice to be back. Your team looks great.
Well, it looks good now.
Last year, one of my best players OD'd on cocaine.
I remember when the worst problem I had to worry about
was one of them knocking up some girl.
Not anymore.
I think I remember this place.
Wasn't this the place where all the ugly girls worked?
(laughing)
(rock music playing)
MAX: Hey, nurse!
Got an emergency here!
WOMAN: Call a doctor!
Listen, give me a beer,
and give my man here a double.
You know, I don't do doubles on the first date.
Now, that's not what I heard.
(both laughing)
This is my boy, Hatch.
Hi, Hatch.
(speaking Spanish)
No.
(speaking Spanish)
(laughs)
(telephone rings)
MAN (on phone): I'm going in.
Okay.
(rock music playing)
Some hormones in here.
Oh, yeah.
(chuckling)
Looks like one of the locals is doing some dealing,
Supplementing his income.
Leave it alone, man. Leave it alone.
Leave it alone?
He's buying dope from the Jamaicans
and selling it to his friends.
Look, I've been all over the world with this stuff and you know it.
It ain't just the Jamaicans. It's everybody.
But that's the same guy I saw down by the school today,
and every time I see something going down,
I see him. There he is.
Last month,
my 13-year-old nephew died in a crack house run by these guys.
That cut it for me.
-I'm sorry. -Look, I've had it!
And now it seems they're moving in down here.
I'm just waiting to do something, you hear?
Let me tell you something.
There's nothing you can do about it,
and there never was, all right?
Yeah, but you got to try to protect your own,
or are you so burnt out you can't relate to that?
No, I can relate to that.
Excuse me.
Blood and fire!
-(gun firing) -(people screaming)
(groaning)
(screams, groans)
-Yo! -(man groans)
Move out! Move out!
-(people screaming) -Come on!
Call an ambulance!
Hey, boy. Somebody about dead tonight.
(screams) What you do...
What do you, boy? Me no know you,
but I promise you, you is a dead man walking!
So what else is new?
-(helicopter wheels whirring) -(police sirens wailing)
(man talking indistinctly)
Give us some room here!
Come on. Let's go.
Let's clear the area. Clear that area.
(grunting)
You're dead, boy! You hear?
Dead!
Welcome home.
Is that the suspect, Mr. Hatcher?
Yeah, the first guy up there.
POLICE OFFICER: All right, watch it, people.
Stand back behind the line.
Like Los Angeles, New York, and Washington,
small-town America now has blood in its streets
as a gang shoot-out in Lincoln Heights tonight
has left four dead.
Although less than 1% of Jamaican immigrants are involved,
Jamaican gangs, known as posses,
are now dominating the American drug trade,
with more than 10,000 members
trafficking drugs in 20 states.
According to justice department officials,
they are as disciplined as they are violent.
Torture and maiming are posse trademarks,
and posse gunmen are said to prefer shooting their victims in public.
Sources estimate they have committed 1,400 murders
in three and a half years.
Dale Harimoto, WXTV, Chicago.
Just stay back. Watch it.
Sheriff O'Dwyer.
I'm Sheriff O'Dwyer.
Who might you be?
Roselli, FBI, O.C. Task force.
We're taking over here.
By what authority?
United States Government Code, Title 18, Section 111.
Look, go get their statements.
Keep the looky-loos out of the crime scene.
Yes, sir.
You're excused, Sheriff.
Roselli, I won't forget this.
You and your agents so much as spit on the deck around here
and I'll personally write the citation.
(siren wailing)
Hatcher.
Jesus Christ, what the hell are you doing back here?
Thought I'd visit my mother, you know?
I'm retired now.
-Retired, huh? Well, that's cozy. -Yeah.
So, what the hell went down?
Gee, I don't know. What does it look like, Roselli?
It's a shoot-out, Colombians...
What do you want me to say?
Yeah, it figures. Probably Tito Barco's clan.
What would Tito Barco be doing up this far?
Losing.
The turf is spreading out, Hatcher.
The Jamaican posse's more organized
than these other players.
They got more guns, more balls.
Jimmy Fingers is giving them everything
from arms to legal protection.
Jimmy Fingers. Jimmy Fingers, uh...
-ex-casino man out of Atlantic City. -Right.
That's a piece of cake. You pop him, you got it.
Hey. Why don't you help us out on this one?
'Cause I'm out. You know I'm out.
Hey, come on, Hatcher. It's in the blood.
(chuckles) If it's in the blood,
-I'll get a transfusion, all right? -Pardon me, Lieutenant.
May I see you for a moment?
It seems the professor's found something very interesting.
Charles, how are you doing?
We'll see you around, Hatcher.
The sign on the wall is abakua.
More of this voodoo bullshit?
CHARLES: Professor, you call the markings on the wall voodoo bullshit?
Nope. I've seen them in New York,
Los Angeles, and now here.
Sal, this is no bullshit, man.
Those markings were put there by a man named Screwface.
You know what it means when we say
-a man's face is screwed? -ROSELLI: No.
Well, I pray you never have to find that out.
Who's that?
ROSELLI: It's John Hatcher.
He was an undercover trouble-shooter for the DEA.
We worked together on one a couple of years ago.
Yes, I know him.
Him coming in with us?
ROSELLIE: No. He thinks he's retired.
He still looks functional to me.
(suspenseful music playing)
(breathing deeply)
(tribal music playing)
Hmm?
(growls softly)
I have a message for you...
-from Tito! -(gasps, whimpers)
Him say meet him in hell!
-(woman screams) -(grunts)
(reggae music playing)
(chattering)
("No Justice" playing)
♪ I work day and night to find my daily needs ♪
♪ But freedom is oppressed by another one's greed ♪
♪ Why should certain ones control another one's needs? ♪
♪ It's rebellion these kind of action breeds ♪
♪ I can't get no justice ♪
♪ Under this system ♪
What happen, dread?
Them let you out?
Yes, man. No jail can hold me
when Jimmy Fingers is on my side.
See?
Jimmy Fingers.
Give thanks for bringing out my Reggie.
Bondsman knew he was going to skip,
so I figured I'd throw him a little extra.
Hey, Monkey, it's time for business.
Yeah, let's take care of this.
Come.
(song continues playing)
♪ Why should one be judged ♪
♪ By the color of their skin ♪
♪ Instead of the quality ♪
(song continues faintly in the background)
(soft chattering)
SCREWFACE: No, man. I just think...
I think you have to take it one step at a time.
(indistinct conversation)
No time, nobody. You know what I'm saying?
Me not joking, boy.
Yes, man. Yes.
Hold on. Hold on. Listen up, you see.
Our provider, the man of science, a-come.
-All right! -All right!
Dreadlocks, monkey there with us again.
That no good?
-Yeah! -Yes!
And the magic be everywhere.
The warriors.
-Yes! -Conquerors!
Respect.
MAN: Respect.
The almighty has given I and I his hand.
His rod of correction I hold.
Mamalosa.
Let no man here fear for his own life!
Them that wish I and I
To be left in poverty and squalor
Will themselves be damned!
If a man commit a crime against you...
He must be paid back
A thousand times!
Who you fear?
Him...
Or me?
Let no man here steer
from the path I have prepared!
Them the streets out there,
belong to you now!
Take it.
-Yes! -Yeah.
-Take it! -Yes!
Come!
MAN: Yes.
(inaudible)
MAX: I still don't believe you, man.
If you don't see the shit that's happening around us,
you're blind or you just don't want to see.
Maybe I've seen enough.
Listen, I don't think the world wants to change, anyway.
But things do change, man.
Let me tell you something.
It's like this big dam with a leak in it.
You plug it with your finger.
Pretty soon, you see more holes, bigger ones.
You plug it with your other fingers,
You plug it with your toes, you plug it with your tongue,
but the water keeps on gushing out.
That's the way it is.
Pretty soon, you quit or get killed.
Five days later, they get some shitbird cherry
to take your place,
They give him your shield, and you're forgotten about.
The way I look at it,
you come home, mind your own business,
watch your own yard.
And then, if trouble finds you,
you go after it and you bite its head off
before it does the same thing to you.
Huh?
Look, Hatch. You haven't been here in a long time,
and I'm telling you,
trouble is tapping us both on the shoulder, right now,
and you don't want to turn around.
Well, I hope you're wrong.
You look a little winded there, big guy.
-Give me a break. I'm on vacation. -(Melissa chuckles)
MELISSA: Tracey has something to show you. She's been waiting.
(thrilling music playing)
(tires screeching)
All right.
-(Melissa screams) -Get down!
(gun firing)
(shouts) Johnny!
(Melissa crying)
They hurt my baby!
(Melissa continues sobbing)
Tracey is in serious condition,
and she's unstable.
There's pressure on the brain
that we'll have to relieve.
-Well, what does that mean? -Surgery.
Now, I can't give you a prognosis.
She's fighting for her life, and so are we.
(crying)
Let me tell you something, Doc.
You treat this girl like she's the president of the United States,
and money isn't a consideration.
We treat all of our patients exactly...
Let me tell you something.
Like the president of the United Sates, okay?
(gasps)
Don't touch me, John. Don't touch me.
This is your fault. Do you understand?
This is your fault.
Goddamn you! (sobbing) Goddamn you!
This is your fault!
And my baby... My baby...
(sobbing)
(thrilling music playing)
(women gasp)
Jimmy, how you doing, man?
Hatch, what the fuck are you doing here?
Why don't you guys take a hike,
Go find another trick, all right?
Let me tell you something. You bailed out a Jamaican,
street name Monkey, the other day.
I want him.
This other piece of shit, Screwface, I want him.
Now, I know you, you're a scumbag and a puke.
I don't mind that. You give me what I need,
I'm gonna leave here a nice guy.
You don't, I'm gonna fuck you up.
You fucking know better than that, Hatcher.
You know where the fuck... (grunts)
-(grunts) -(groans)
Come here. I just want to talk to you for a minute.
Come here. Look. Hey. Hey.
The mob throws you out of Atlantic City,
you come here, you're selling guns to the Jamaicans, huh?
Fucking sell anything to anybody, Hatch, except you, man.
Wouldn't sell you the fuckin' sweat off my balls!
-Is that right? -Yeah.
(grunts)
Watch it... (screams)
You're a fucking dead man, Hatcher, you hear me?
-Yeah? -I'm fucking Jimmy Fingers!
I'm a made fucking man!
God made men.
(grunts)
(panting)
All right, I want to know where Screwface is.
Screwface? Me don't know no Screwface.
Really?
Hmm. That's strange.
(screams)
Does that remind you?
Look, just shoot me now, man!
I got a better idea. You're gonna go for a ride with me.
And everybody's gonna see us together,
and Screwface is gonna find out
what good buddies we are.
Come on.
-Let's go! Let's go! -All right, man! All right!
Just easy. I will take you.
Good. I want to get there while I'm still young.
Screwface kill me a thousand deaths worse than you do.
Yeah?
Find him your fucking self! (laughing)
(screaming)
-Well? -(sighs)
One thought he was invincible.
The other thought he could fly.
So?
They were both wrong.
POLICE OFFICER: Go home. Stay behind the line.
ROSELLI: I want to know the second that call comes in, okay?
So?
Two Men are dead. This one was shot one time in the forehead.
The other one was forced out the window up there.
Did you find the hookers who were in there?
Sal, do you honestly believe that now
is the time for finding them hookers?
-Look, this job was done by a pro. -Oh, is that right?
That's right, and I'll bet my money it was John Hatcher.
Now, find me something.
Sal, I will find you something.
Look, he thinks he can do things his own way,
but I'll tell you something... he can't.
Stay close to home, Charles.
Do it, man. Do it.
Bah-bah.
(door opens)
(talking indistinctly)
Where Nesta?
Jimmy Fingers and Nesta are not too good.
Nesta dead?
Who do it, the white boy Hatcher?
(banging)
I want...
Hatcher dead!
I want his family dead!
And if you cannot kill him,
I go kill him!
And then I go kill you.
(table leg clatters)
(upbeat music playing)
What about protection for my family?
They're assigned.
Good.
I should probably have them tailing you.
What's that supposed to mean?
Where were you last night?
With a friend.
Stay retired.
(thunder rumbling in distance)
Hello?
Hi. I'm John Hatcher.
I saw you the other night.
Yes, at the Shamrock.
I kind of need some help.
Hold on. I'll be right down.
The ideogram is an African black magic symbol.
It was used by the Jamaican drug gang the other night.
The FBI said I'd be getting photos today.
I'm not with the FBI, you know.
Well...
The cow's tongue means
you've talked or exposed them and have been marked for death.
Where did you get these?
I got these, uh...
at my family's house this morning.
What about this black cross?
This may seem ridiculous to you, Hatcher,
but these people are for real.
Your family has been marked.
Could I use your phone for a minute?
Yeah, sure.
(telephone ringing)
Hello.
JOHN (on phone): Yeah, it's me. Is everything all right?
Yeah, Johnny. I'm fine.
I just got back from the hospital. Um...
Mom's there with Tracey.
She's better. She's stable.
I just had to come home and get some rest.
Listen, go look out the window.
Is the guard still there?
Um, wait just a minute.
(thunder rumbling in distance)
Yeah. The car's there, but, uh...
MELISSA (on phone): I don't see the guard.
(dial tone)
Johnny?
Johnny!
My god.
(gasps softly)
(gasps)
(grunts)
(groaning)
(panting, crying)
Somebody help me! (screaming)
What do you want?
I want you.
What do you want? Just leave me alone.
(gasping) Somebody's coming.
-You're making a big mistake. -You're lying!
(groans, screams)
(screaming)
Come on! (screams)
(grunting)
(screams)
No!
(screams in surprise)
(whimpering)
Stop the blood clot crying.
Everybody must dead!
(whimpers) No! (pants)
Oh, no, no.
-It's your turn. -(screams in pain)
(upbeat rock music playing)
(car horn honking)
My father...
I and I going to take you to a place, you see...
far, far away.
You never been there before.
(sobbing)
You go there now. (laughing insidiously)
(Melissa sobbing)
It's not your body me want, no.
It's your dreams.
(whimpering, groaning)
(crying) No, you bastard! Let me go.
I own you now.
(shouts) No!
Now I have power!
(car approaching)
MELISSA: Help me! Help me!
Johnny, help me!
(Melissa crying)
(sobbing)
He said... He said he'd be back.
He said he'd kill us both.
Somehow, I don't think he's going to get the chance.
(reggae music playing softly)
I can't wait to nail this fucker.
This is going to be fun.
Serious fun.
(indistinct chattering)
(gun cocking)
Time to have fun.
(engine revs)
What's happenin', brother?
Irie, irie.
You want some blow?
Yeah, I want some blow.
Put your hands where I can see 'em or I'm gonna blow your head off.
Oh, cool, now. Keep a cool head, man.
-See them here? -Right there. Right there.
-(gun cocks) -MAX: Hatch!
(upbeat instrumental music playing)
(gun fires)
(tires screeching)
(music continues playing)
-(tires screeching) -Watch out!
-(screams in panic) -(tires screech)
(people screaming)
(tires screeching)
(people screaming)
(honking)
(clamoring)
-(gun firing) -(tires screech)
-(screams) -(crashes)
(people screaming)
(people continue screaming)
(gun firing)
You take the right side! Take the right side!
MAX: I got it! I got it!
(both grunt)
Shit!
(woman screaming)
Easy, boy! I'm going to kill your little blood clot!
(gun fires)
Out of the store!
You are a blood clot!
(screaming in Patois)
(screams in pain)
Here we go, Ras. (screams in anger)
(grunts)
WOMAN: Help me! (crying)
Back off, boy.
Back off! Didn't you hear me say?
You want her dead?
Go ahead, kill her. I don't know her.
I don't care about her.
I got you where I want you now,
just like a dog with no teeth.
You want to kill her, kill her.
I don't mind if you kill her,
you know, 'cause I don't know her at all.
(grunts in pain)
Yeah, bad boy.
Now I carve you now, boy. Now I carve you! Now I carve you!
Now I carve blood!
(grunts)
(bone cracks)
MAN: Run, Dread! Run!
(woman continues screaming)
(all screaming)
(speaking Patois)
He's a blood clot, what run for?
One white boy and two brother enough!
Let's just kick this little blood clot wimp's butt.
What do you say?
I ready. You ready, eh?
Get him!
Hold on, now. Hold on, now.
(groans)
-(screams in pain) -(bone cracks)
I tear you, Rasta!
(grunting)
-(bone cracks) -(screams)
You fuck with my family, you die.
(groans)
Now we're talking serious fun, man.
Abso-fuckin'-lutely.
I've never met anyone quite like you, Hatcher.
I'll tell you something, go down to any soup kitchen,
you're going to find a lot of guys just like me.
Why a soup kitchen?
I'm just another unemployed guy, you know?
I don't think there's a lot of guys like you anywhere.
What's that supposed to mean?
I finally met a guy who's nice,
not married, gay, or trying to find himself,
and he's trying very hard to get himself killed.
Well, I have some unfinished business, you know,
and I was hoping that you'd maybe
give me some of your advice.
What are you planning to do?
I'm going to take out the posse.
Then destroy their system.
When Screwface kills,
he wants everyone to see he did it
or know that he ordered it.
That way, he's both feared and worshiped.
You'd have to kill him
so the posse thinks you've taken his power.
That way, they will believe your magic is bigger.
Otherwise, they'll never stop until you and your family are dead.
-(engine revving) -(tires screeching)
(inaudible)
(thrilling music playing)
(tires screeching)
(whirring)
(clattering)
(gasping, grunting)
I want you to meet my sister...
(lighter clicks)
Goddess of fire.
(grunting) Ah, goddamn it!
(grunting)
(fire crackling)
Yo, this is what you ordered.
Do you want anything else? Wires? Surveillance?
-No. Just firearms this time. -Okay, you got it.
-For you. -Thank you.
You still sober?
Yeah, five Years, man. One day at a time.
-Stay away from that nembutal. -You got it.
Hang on. Hang on.
Max, meet Charles.
Charles, meet Max.
Man, I been after Screwface for five long years,
You see?
I followed him from Kingston to here...
all around.
You break my heart, man.
Your tactic is just making him tougher to snatch up.
Him jump already, you know?
And it's only I who can guide you to what it is you seek.
I don't know if that would be a very wise career move for you.
Come on. Look close.
Who you think me work for, the DEA?
I'm a Jamaican cop, man, and Screwface is my career.
Look, man, I don't really care who you work for.
You got reasons and I got mine.
Screwface has gone back to Jamaica.
You know, Charles,
sometimes three is not a crowd.
The way I look it, we need each other.
-Hmm. -Know what I mean?
Let's do it, man.
(upbeat rock music playing)
(whirring)
(music intensifies)
(banging)
-CHARLES: How you doing? -Okay.
Care package.
Uncle Sam's contribution?
Welfare for warfare, you know?
(rock music continues playing)
This is my silent partner.
A whisper in the ear from this girl goes a long way,
you know what I'm saying?
(muffled gunshot)
(muffled firing)
You guys didn't hear a thing, did you?
All right, you heard the slide click a little, right?
Massive cool.
Forward, Jamaica.
♪ You better hold your head till you're packed with crack ♪
♪ In your hell, your death is the force ♪
♪ That's hard to be dull ♪
♪ And as it comes off the sign ♪
♪ With the weight of an anvil ♪
♪ You try to step back but you're so stiff that you stand still ♪
♪ The rounds of Rigor Mortis setting in your veins ♪
♪ Your brains feel like a tongue ♪
♪ After licking cocaine ♪
("No Justice" playing)
♪ I work day and night to buy my daily needs ♪
♪ Freedom is oppressed by another one's greed ♪
♪ Why should certain ones ♪
♪ Control another one's needs? ♪
♪ It's rebellion this kind of action breeds ♪
♪ I can't get no justice ♪
♪ Under this system ♪
♪ I can't get me no justice ♪
♪ In this society ♪
♪ Wa wa wara wara ♪
These are the streets that breed the Screwfaces of the world.
This is the first time I ever got the idea
it's not all sunshine and bikinis.
I owe you an apology, man,
because until today, I thought all Jamaicans were dope-dealing dreads.
CHARLES: Oh, no, man. Don't feel you have to apologize for nothing, man.
Man, these streets are hard out here.
Some people make a bad choice, that's all.
They say life is hard.
♪ You stand up for qualities ♪
♪ They show from deep within ♪
♪ If they keep wanting to control what we earn ♪
♪ Run, oppressor, run ♪
♪ Because we're going to burn ♪
♪ I can't get no justice ♪
♪ Ah-oh-ah, under this system ♪
♪ I can't get no justice ♪
♪ In this society ♪
♪ I can't get me no justice ♪
♪ Under this system ♪
♪ I can't get no justice ♪
-What up, man? -Nothing now.
What are you doing all the way up here?
You not having enough trouble
in Kingston, police boy?
Backward country boy, you do your duty?
Pay him.
This girl...
She hang with Screwface more time.
They always partying together.
Can usually find her at Cat Club.
♪ In this wicked, wicked war ♪
♪ Your time has come ♪
♪ You don't live right you will have no more fun ♪
♪ John Crow a go nyam your supper soon, boy ♪
♪ John crow a go lead the children astray ♪
♪ John crow a go meet the retribution ♪
♪ Justice has finally find a way ♪
♪ Screwface you know that your time has come ♪
♪ You don't do right you're gonna dead tonight ♪
♪ So now a go take you down the road to doom ♪
♪ And John crow a go nyam all your supper soon ♪
♪ John crow, a go nyam your supper soon, boy ♪
♪ John crow, a go lead the children astray ♪
♪ John crow, a go meet the retribution ♪
♪ Justice has finally find a way ♪
♪ Are you worried says the wolf in sheep's clothing ♪
♪ Try to lead the children astray ♪
♪ But don't we know a-who feel frighten ♪
♪ Take my hands I will show you the way ♪
♪ John crow, a go nyam your supper soon, boy ♪
♪ John crow, a go lead the children astray ♪
♪ John crow, a go meet the retribution ♪
♪ Justice has finally find a way ♪
Screwface?
Good to doom.
Sounds like you know this guy pretty well.
Yeah, I know him.
I partied with him.
I don't care him sell the drugs, you know?
It's part of doing business.
But my sister,
she lost a shipment and him cut her dead.
And for that,
somehow, someday, him-I goin' dust off.
Yeah, so why don't you just tell me what I got to know,
and I'll go do what I got to do?
Screwface have 2 head and 4 eyes,
and that is the secret to his magic.
Look upon this madman.
Him dead,
and him don't even know it.
(thrilling tribal music playing)
(crickets chirping)
("Steppin' Razor" playing)
♪ Treat me good ♪
♪ If you are a bully, a bully ♪
♪ I beg you treat me good ♪
(song continues playing softly)
(gun cocking)
(gun cocks)
(song continues in the distance)
(thrilling instrumental music playing)
(chattering)
(screaming)
(clamoring)
(gun firing)
(screams)
(people screaming)
MAN 1: Get down from the window!
MAN 2: Clear the window!
(indistinct conversation)
(upbeat music playing)
MAN (screaming): Let's go! Go! Move!
(screams)
(people continue screaming)
MAN: I got it. I got it. Don't worry. I got it.
(woman screaming)
(eerie instrumental music playing)
(groans)
(grunts)
(groaning in pain)
Welcome to our island.
Fuck you.
You a woman?
Me know what you is. You is a dog...
after bone!
And you have no teeth.
(grunts)
(indistinct chattering)
MAN 1: Tie him down! Tie him down!
(John groaning)
You was conceived in darkness.
(sword clangs)
But I goin' deliver you...
into the light.
(groaning)
(groaning, grunts)
(all grunting)
I got him. I got him.
(John grunting)
(all henchmen groan in pain)
Get up!
(all grunting, groaning)
(grunts)
-(groaning) -(bones crack)
-(screams in pain)
I know you.
You love the killing,
but you's an empty shell inside.
(both grunt)
(screams in pain)
JOHN (on radio): Fall out.
Charles...
MAX (on radio): Move out.
(siren blaring)
So, Bredds, tell me one more time,
did you tell them exactly what I told you to?
I told them exactly what you told me to tell them, yes.
And what did they say?
They said exactly what you said they was going to say.
Is that right? And what was that?
"Business is business, man."
Ten dollars.
It ain't over yet.
Does this guy ever pay you on time?
(whirring)
So, who's the boss man?
I, man.
Thanks for taking this meeting, man.
I got a message for you.
Screwface is dead.
You ras clot stupid!
(all shouting indistinctly)
(shouts) Hey, anybody ever see this?
(all stop shouting)
JOHN: Screwface is dead!
Now, you get the fuck out of town or die.
You must want me and my bumba clot posse
shoot you down now, boy.
(men shouting)
(cocks gun)
(suspenseful music playing)
Dead and about to be buried!
The evil is demolished.
I give you guys till tomorrow,
or you die.
(guns cocking)
-(cocks gun) -Don't even think about it.
(groans)
(screams in pain)
MAN 1: Magic man!
MAN 2: Screwface is not dead now!
MAN 1: Magic man back!
MAN 3: Screwface is alive.
Judas.
(Charles grunts)
MAN 4: Man is everywhere, man!
(all shouting)
Everywhere!
(screams)
(groaning)
-You all right? -Yeah.
Here. Just take this.
I'm sorry, man.
MAX: Don't you let him get away.
I got you covered.
(grunts)
Come on! Come on!
(elevator door opens)
(grunts)
(grunting, groaning)
(screams)
You...
Hurry.
(groaning)
Yeah, you blood clot!
-(bones cracking) -(screaming in pain)
(groaning)
(men shouting)
(Screwface screams)
You killed me brother.
Now you goin' wish you was dead.
(screams in pain)
Mamalosa!
(John grunts)
(swords clang)
(growling in anger)
(both scream)
(both grunting)
(grunts)
(screams angrily)
-(grunting) -(groaning)
(screams in agony)
(continues screaming loudly)
(both growling)
-(grunting) -(spine snaps)
(loud thud)
I hope they weren't triplets.
(murmuring)
("John Crow" playing)
♪ The eagle find him place in darkness ♪
♪ Fisherman find him place by the sea ♪
♪ Light up with that in Kingston town ♪
♪ Mi bredren know you a come home without me ♪
♪ Every road have a bend ♪
♪ Every wicked have an end ♪
♪ What your hands commit ♪
♪ I know your body must feel ♪
♪ In this wicked, wicked war your time has come ♪
♪ You don't live right you will have no more fun ♪
♪ John Crow, a go nyam your supper soon, boy ♪
♪ John Crow, a go meet the retribution♪
♪ John Crow, I don't need the retribution ♪
♪ Justice has finally find its way ♪
♪ Screwface, you know that your time has come ♪
♪ You don't do right you're gonna dead tonight ♪
♪ So now I goin' take you down the road to doom ♪
♪ And John crow a go nyam all your supper soon ♪
♪ John Crow, a go nyam your supper soon, boy ♪
♪ John Crow, a go lead the children astray ♪
♪ John crow, a go meet the retribution ♪
♪ Justice has finally find a way ♪
♪ Are you worried, says the wolf in sheep's clothing ♪
♪ Tryin' to lead the children astray ♪
♪ But don't we know a-ho feee frighten ♪
♪ Take my hands I will show you the way ♪
♪ John Crow, a go nyam your supper soon, boy ♪
♪ John Crow, a go lead the children astray ♪
♪ John crow, a go meet the retribution ♪
♪ Justice has finally find a way ♪
♪ La la la la la la la ♪
♪ John crow ♪
I'm too old for fighting.
♪ Ah-oh ♪
♪ John crow ♪
♪ Somebody are go dead tonight ♪
I know who.
♪ John Crow, a go nyam your supper soon, boy ♪
♪ John Crow, a go lead the children astray ♪
♪ John crow, a go meet the retribution ♪
♪ Justice has finally find a way ♪
♪ John crow-oh ♪
♪ John Crow, a go nyam your supper soon, boy ♪
♪ John Crow, a go lead the children astray ♪
♪ John crow, a go meet the retribution ♪
♪ Justice has finally find a way ♪
♪ John Crow, a go nyam your supper soon, boy ♪
♪ John crow-oh ♪
♪ John Crow, a go nyam your supper soon, boy ♪
♪ Justice ♪
♪ Lead the children astray ♪
♪ John Crow, a go nyam your supper soon, boy ♪
♪ Justice has finally find a way ♪
♪ John crow, a go meet the retribution ♪
♪ John Crow, a go nyam your supper soon, boy ♪
♪ John crow, a go meet the retribution ♪
♪ John crow ♪
♪ John crow-oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ John Crow, a go nyam your supper soon, boy ♪
♪ John Crow, a go lead the children astray ♪
♪ John crow, a go meet the retribution ♪