My Father's Keeper | Gangster Crime Drama | Full Movie | Black Cinema

(ominous music) (Lonnie panting) (tires squeal) (ominous music) (Lonnie cries) - No, wait, please. (gun fires) (ominous music) ♪ Well, life has nearly killed me ♪ ♪ And my mind has put me on the edge ♪ ♪ Life has nearly killed me ♪ ♪ And my mind has put me on the edge ♪ ♪ Though I can barely crawl ♪ ♪ I've got to walk where these angels made a trail ♪ ♪ Darkness nearly drowned me ♪ ♪ Sunlight, Lord, don't it burn my eyes ♪ ♪ Darkness nearly drowned me ♪ ♪ And the sunlight, Lord, don't it burn my

eyes ♪ ♪ This valley's much too deep and mountains ♪ (tires squeal) - What the fuck? Watch where you goin' asshole. Shit. - This is bullshit, the check is short. - [Clerk] You say the same thing every time. - Every payday, it's the same damn thing. - [Woman] Hey, Marcus. - Shut the fuck up, you old ass bitch. - Correction, I'm that bitch, but I ain't old, motherfucker. - Please, you old enough to be his mama. - Fuck you. - More like grandmama. (all laugh) - Chill out, chill out fellas. Hey, bea

utiful. - Man, her old ass gonna be following you around like a hungry cat. - You mean like an old ass cougar. - Motherfuckers always talkin' shit. First this motherfucker almost run me over in the parking lot and now you goons in here talking shit, being disrespectful. Where the fuck my pistol? - That's enough, y'all get y'all self and leave. Nobody want your stupid asses. - Hey, I got it, Connie. - Great. - Old jealous ass nigga. Never have nothing to say. - Hey, girls. Daddy's home. Y'all tak

e care of your mama today? Hey, sweetie. - Hey, baby, how was your day? - It was good. - Did you get paid yesterday? - Yes. This nine to five thing ain't really working. - I know what you're thinking. - If you were a man, you'd be thinking the same thing. - Really? The girls need you. - These girls need shoes, food, a roof over they head. - We can manage. - Bullshit. Look, there's nothing to manage. - You're not going back out into them streets. - Listen, I don't need your permission to be a man

. - Come on, girls. Bedtime, babies, come on. Come on. - I want daddy to put me to bed. - Me, too. - Me, too, Daddy. - Next time, next time, I promise, okay. Yes, I promise. - Come on, girls, come on, babies. Let's go, sweetie... Off to bed. - Let's go. Let's go, babies. - Look, um, I'm a head to the store real quick. - Listen to me. If them fuckers hear or see you are back into the game, they will kill you. - Baby, I promise, nothing reckless, okay? Talk to you later. ♪ I got a dozen grams this

time and hit the streets ♪ ♪ Never left the yard without your enemies ♪ - What's up, baby? - Shit, man, dang, how you been? - Good, man, just been here, chillin'. - It's been a minute. - Man, how's business. - Let me tell you, bruh. These crackheads out here, robbin' their own mamas, selling their own babies for this rock. - You silly, man. Shit, that's bad. - What's you mean, bro, it's that good. - Hey, yo, Will. - Yeah, what's up, man? - What you doin' out here anyways, man? Don't tell me you

trying to get back on the streets, bruh. - No. I'm good, man, I'm just chillin'. - Good. 'Cause I don't need everybody and their mama trying to run the block, bro. Somebody gotta be the crackhead. - There you go. Shit, fuck. These motherfuckers. - The one and only Marcus Brooks? Word on the street is he just hit the lick. - Damn, how much? - 2 mil. - Man, how come you never told you tried get it on it back in the day? - Hell, no, bruh. That's some major shit. I'll whip his ass right now. - [Wil

l] Water under the bridge. - What the fuck y'all niggas lookin' at and why the fuck you up here on my block? - Hey, this ain't your block home boy. - That means to move up. Unless... Unless what? (Marcus laughs) - Oh, this nigga know how to talk unless three little girls that gonna lose them papi. (punch strikes) - Back up, back up, back up. Say something. Please let me send this fucker away to his maker. - Go ahead. - Go easy, Freddy, go easy. - Whatever, we ever see him or this Taco Cabana eat

in' motherfucker around here, kill them. - You packin'? - Nah, man, you? - Nah. I got this one bullet in my pocket. - What? Man, never mind. Why you out here with one bullet? - What you mean, bro? What you got? You ain't got nothin'. - Time to eat. Where's Lonnie? - She comin'. - Well, do you have what you need for the pickup tomorrow? - Almost. I'm a talk to Lee Bell runnin' security. - Good, he'll insure there's no problems. - Well, I really don't think I know anyone we can trust. - What about

those fools, Freddy and Cracker? - The men are really not regular niggas. They're more like dogs. - More like dog poop. Just misfits. - Why you always at this thing, Mama? You know I said them boys are always gonna be around me, so get used to it. - You better watch your mouth before I slap those lips right off your face. (Marcus laughs) Them old ass hands don't work no more. - Oh, yeah, try me, come on. - I'm pass, Mama. - Yeah. - [Lonnie] What y'all talkin' about? - Taking you and the boys fo

r pizza tomorrow. - Oh, that'll be fun. - Yeah. - Well, I gotta go. I've got some business for the uncle. - [Hattie] All right, come on, y'all, let's eat. (hip hop music) - Ooh, this bitch is clean. - Yeah, I got it off a crackhead that owed me money. Wanna test drive this bitch? You let me test drive yours. - I'm not here for your bullshit, man. You want my services or not? - Old sensitive ass nigga. Tonight, full security. Extra 10% if you roll with me to the stash house. - I can make that hap

pen. (hip hop music) - Sensitive ass nigga. - Looky here, my mans. - What's up, brother? - Where you been, my brother? - Chillin', chillin'. - Damn, it's good to see you, man. How's Liv and the girls? Okay, I see, I see. - What's up with you and that cat, Marcus? - Just business. He needs security for a job tonight. - Man, you trust that chump? - Hell, nah. I trust his money, though. - I hear that. - I could use an extra man or two, easy money. - Cool. I can use some easy money. - Come by my spo

t later so we can hash out the details. - Y'all be safe out there, man. Hey. How about an after party, exclusive. - You serious? (hip hop music) - What's up big boy? - Is Lee Bell in? - Yeah, old sensitive ass nigga. - Junior, have you been jumpin' on my couch? - Yes. - Just spoiled. - Future king should be spoiled. - I'm a king? - No, I'm a king. You a future king. - You need my help? - No. But tonight, the stash house, midnight, meet me. When we on, come outside. - Okay. Well, why I can't come

in? - Let's do what I tell you to do and do what me tell you. - Whatever, whatever, Marcus. - What you mean whatever? Watch your mouth, mind your business and do what me tell you to do. - You make me sick. And I ain't fuckin' stupid, Marcus. I know you still love that bitch. - Get the fuck outta here with that, man. - Yeah, you fuckin' asshole. You just make sure you have your ass there at that house when I get there. - [Olivia] What is this? - I got a job with Lee tonight. - So it's official?

You're back in? - I'll talk to you tonight, okay? - Don't do this. - I have to. Wait. - Look, maybe you can chill at your mom's tonight, okay? See you then. (traffic rustles) (Will knocks) (ominous music) - Let's talk about this after party. I have no doubt after Marcus gets his money, his trusty sidekicks Freddy and Cracker will stick to him like flies to shit. They'll roll to a stash house. His pitbulls won't leave till the money's locked in the safe. - We can't let that happen. Once that safe

opens, the party starts. It's exclusive, meaning no one, I mean no one gets out alive. - Look, man, if any one of these cats gets out alive, we're dead. Our families, dead. Anyone that's close to us is dead. - Shit, I don't know about this shit, man. - I got a cat that's gonna roll with us and meet us at the spot. - Nah, I don't like surprises, homie. - He's solid, bro. - If we get this shit right, we gonna be richer than a motherfucker. Come on, let's get this party started. (dramatic music) -

[Freddy] So, what happened with you and that chick last night? - Tasha, man, you already know. Me and shawty was dancin' in a club, I had to take her home and roll up that blunt. And I did the damn thing, you know what I'm sayin'? - Mm-hmm. (Lee knocks) - What the hell? Aw, this stupid. - What up? - Hey, yo, hit that lock. (door closes) - [Cracker] So, anyway, like I was sayin'. Been gettin' into it, hangin' out, chillin'. - I feel it. - Makin' that money. - I feel it. Gotta stay hard in this s

treets, I'm tellin' you. Can't let a nigga slip up. - Exactly. - You know. - Definitely gotta get that money, man. - [Cracker] Gotta. - [Freddy] You know what I mean? (dramatic music) - Mommy, I gotta go to the bathroom. - Dammit, MJ. - I gotta go, Mommy. - It's okay, I'm sorry. If you gotta go, you gotta go. Come on, let's go. (dogs barking) (dramatic music) - Fuck, fuck, fuck. (door squeaks) (Lonnie screams) - Hey, girl, what I told ya, girl? - He had to use the bathroom. - I told you to stay

in the car. You're so stupid. - Minding my own business, remember. How the fuck am I supposed to know that? - Fuck that. Come on, man, we gotta go, we gotta go. - Go? - Yeah, nigga, did I stutter? Get rid of this shit tomorrow. - I don't think so, Paca. - This nigga can't be fuckin' trusted. - What? Maybe I just want my money. - Cracker, get the boys, go to the back alley, get a phone and call my mama. - [Cracker] Got it. Come on, y'all, let's go. (dramatic music) (gun fires) (punch strikes) - G

et up off of me. Come here, baby, come here. - You will not live for see tomorrow. - Shut the fuck up. Yes, get the money. - Yo. - Kill this nigga. Leave the girl and the boy alive. - [Colleague] Are you crazy? Exclusive, remember? - I know a boy who's gonna be missing a papi. (Marcus spits) (gun fires) - You son of a bitch. You motherfuckers don't know what you just did. (dramatic music) (gun fires) - What the fuck, Will? You're losin' it brother. You wanna play house with this bitch? And that

little bastard? You go right ahead. (flesh tears) Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuckin' bitch. Ah! - Let's go. (Lee groans) Get him up. (Lee groans) Get him outta here, man. - [Lee] What about the boy? That bitch (groans). - Daddy. - Kill him. (gun fires) (dog barks) (Lonnie pants) (tires squeal) (Lonnie whimpers) - What the fuck? What the fuck? No, wait, please. (gun cocks) (gun fires) (dramatic music) Fuck. I know he could- (gun fires) (ominous music) (gentle music) (gentle music) (gentle music) (Olivia groans)

- Hey, baby, wake up. It's time. (gentle music) (Hattie knocks) - Excuse me? Can I help you? - I'm sure you can. My name is Hattie Eleanor Brooks. Marcus Ezekiel Brooks, Sr. was son. - Look here. - I wanna thank you, Mr. Watson for the note. - You must got me... [Hattie] Oh, it was you. - You got me confused. - Oh, it was you. (gentle music) - Look, no disrespect, but this is not the time or the place. - Now is the perfect time. So, I suggest you shut the fuck up and listen. Now, my son wasn't

a good man. In fact, he was downright devilish. But like you, Mr. Watson, he was ambitious. Sometimes reckless. But unlike you, my son was no bitch. He'd never leave loose ends. - What are- - You bit the head off the wrong snake and you will pay for that mistake. - Front door was open. - What do you want? - Congrats. I need to know where you were two nights ago, Willie. - Why? - Well, we found Lee Bell's body, his car burnt, decapitated. - It ain't got nothing to do with me. I sure the hell didn

't kill him. - I didn't say you did. I hear you and Lee had a conversation in the park the other day. What'd y'all talk about? - Nigga, please, fuck you. - (laughs) Really? And one of your fuckin' homeboys. I tell you what. You enjoy the new additions to the family. But I want your broke ass in my office in two days to answer some questions. And don't have me looking for you either. (baby whimpers) - [Associate] 5 o'clock sir? - (clears throat) Good morning, Mr. Watson. - [Will] Good morning, He

nry. I almost forget. The lovely Ms. Rayne, Ms. Ronnie, they're in your office. - So, you're allowing troublemakers in my office now. - Look, I didn't want any trouble. - Daddy! - Hey, sweetie. - Muah. - Hey, baby. What's going on? - We hear Jessie's coming home for the opening of the new restaurant. - Yes, so she'll be there tonight. - Okay, and we think Aliyah should be, too. - Ah, I agree. Why don't you invite her? - Dad, you know we've tried inviting Aliyah before. She never comes. - It's he

r choice. - I knew we should've asked Mama to deal with you. - [Will] Girl, have you lost your mind. ♪ Maybe should've really know ♪ ♪ I led ♪ ♪ So I led ♪ ♪ I led ♪ ♪ So I led ♪ - Wow, now this is nice. This is nice. - [Henry] Can I help you, sir? - Yeah, you can. I need a job. - Really? What's your name and what kind of skills you got? - My name Marcus. My friends, they call me Junior. I'm an expert at robbin' and killin'. - Hey, sexy. - Hay is for horses, dumbass. - You are a dumbass. Now, ge

t the fuck out before I throw your ass out. Oh, motherfucker. - You a pussy. - Ah, shit. - Daddy, just invite Aliyah. - Aliyah left us a long time ago. She'll come back when she's ready. - She left because of you and all your secrets. You treated her like a spy for simply asking. - Asking too many questions. - That's what little girls do. We all wanna know how our daddy grew up. What's the big deal? - Baby, um, you know what? I have a lot of work to do. Um, let's just talk about this later, okay

. - Wow, really, Daddy? - You promised me. - How'd you get this job, pussy? - Man, you done fucked up. You don't know who own this building. - I know that motherfucker well enough and you gonna give me the asshole home address, fat boy. - Fuck that. Ah, shit. Oh! - Now write the shit down. - Aw, shit. Aw. Here. (Henry groans) - Get your toy gun back, pussy. - Aw, man. - Henry, what happened? Did that guy do something to you? - No, he, he just came in here. He was looking for a job, that's all. -

Henry, you're hurt. - No, no, Ms. Ronnie. It's just gas. I get it all the time. It was passed down from my mama. - Gas? - Yes. Gas ain't nothing to play with. - Come on, let's sit down. (sticks whip) (phone rings) - Hello? - [Ronnie] Are you for sure coming tonight? - For sure, Sis. What's up? Daddy's not himself and Henry got in a spat with some youngster. - Damn, did you call Ma? - Hell, no. We don't want a war, Jess. - Right. Well, we'll figure it out when I get there. I can't wait to see yo

u. - [Ronnie] Can't wait to see you either, Sis. (upbeat music) (phone rings) - Hey, you. - Olivia, I thought you was gonna talk to these girls about they stink attitude? - (sighs) Oh, Lord, who now? - Guess. - Rayne (sucks teeth). Okay, I'll handle it. I know, babe, but I said I'll handle it, okay? Bye. ♪ Beneath the stage light ♪ ♪ 'Cause you know I got you satisfied ♪ ♪ Satisfy me ♪ ♪ You the one girl to satisfy me ♪ Mm, mm, perfect. You put your foot in that one, Rita. - Don't I always? - Ye

s, yes. ♪ Always go right for you ♪ (speaks foreign language) (Asian-style music) - Aye! (Asian-style music) (speaks foreign language) - Jessie, up. Marvin, up. (both grunt) (sticks clatter) (speaks foreign language) (Asian-style music) Walk with me. You are a most impressive fighter, Jessie. Your father will be proud. But what have I told you about your weapon? - That it's an extension of my arm. Never abandon it. - Yes, yet you continue to cast them aside. Are you going home for the opening of

your family's new restaurant? - Yeah. I head out this evening. - Good. I want you to use this time to think about who you truly are, Jessie. The blood of a king runs through your veins. It is his blood that makes you a warrior. Oh, don't forget to give your mother my love and tell you father I hope to see him soon. Be safe (speaks foreign language). (techno music) - Hey, baby, did you call me up here? - Yes, I did. - What would I do without you, Nik? - Live your life? - See that right there, wh

at is that the type of response you left for your mysterious father? - Maybe. - Wow. Wow. Listen, just promise you won't take any more lessons on love from him. - Oh, I don't think you need to worry about that. - Oh, by the way, I'm not going to my aunt's funeral after all. - Why not? - Flights to Washington are way too damn expensive. - Really? It's the money you worried about? - Yeah, money's important. - It's not as important as family. Listen, regardless, you should really pay your respects,

okay? - Okay. - Oh, I really gotta finish packing. - [Nikki] Oh, who's picking you up from the airport? - [Boyfriend] Nah, it's just my two knuckleheaded brothers. I actually can't wait for you to meet them. Oh, oh, and my grandma, you're gonna love her, I promise. - [Nik] Okay. - Talk to me. - MJ's son just landed. - See, I knew that old bitch was up to something. - You already knew. Look, man, I say we finish what we started 20 years ago. This time we do it right. No loose ends. - No, no. - S

o, what? We're just supposed to post up here, wait for them to roll up and put a hole in you? - Of course not. I just need to think. She'll try to hit me in the office. - That's too risky. When she does make a move, it's gonna be at that restaurant. - Jackpot. - It's all good, though. You're gonna have security at all times. - Except at the house. - Especially at the house. - The girls can't find out. - Will, your girls love you, man. Look at everything you've done for them. They're not gonna gi

ve a shit about your past, man. - We're not getting rich off another man's money. - Release me with that guilt trip bullshit, man. What's done is done. Let me handle this. - Handle what? - Tylan. - Uncle Jackson. - Um, nothing I can't handle, sweetie. - Daddy? - I actually need your help with something. - Yeah, Daddy, you're looking stressed. You need my help as your attorney or as your daughter? - As my lovely daughter. - Lovely, okay. We'll do it. - Thanks. I love you so much, sweetie. - [Tyla

n] I love you, too, Daddy. (reggae music) (phone rings) - Jackson? - Olivia. - You heard I was cooking? - That's not why I'm calling. Third son, he's home. - I see. - I'll make a move soon. - When? Today, tomorrow, when? - I don't know, Oliva. Just stay alert, stay focused. I'll be heading there soon. - Fine, you know the girls are heading home tonight, so when can we expect security at the house? - No, no, Will said no. - What? How you mean? What in the hell, this is not a joke. - I agree, but-

(phone beeps) (reggae music) - You ready to work, little bro. - Man, I guess. - You guess? - Hey, man, chill, the man just got home. - Eh. - Reed, tell me about your new girl, man. - Man, I don't even know much, man. - Where you meet the bitch? - Hey, watch your mouth, bro. - Yo, chill, ignore him. Before we meet grandma, tell me what she do? - Her name Nikki, bro, she a nurse. - Oh, a doctor? We can use her. We can use her. - I said a nurse. It's not happening, bro. - Didn't I tell you to igno

re this nigga? Hey, I'm layin' low tonight, bruh. - Huh? - I'm layin' low tonight. - Ah, yeah, you right. I mean, I'm good. I'm gonna walk in just how I look. - This nigga, man. This nigga so flashy. (reggae music) - Rhonda. - Yes, ma'am. - I want these motherfuckers gone. Hi. Grandma's babies. - Grandma Hattie. - Finally made it home. You hungry? I'll have the girls order your favorite. - Mm, chicken nuggets. - Excuse me. - Mm, a home-cooked meal. See, this is just what I needed. - That girl yo

u live with, do she cook? - She can, but she's just like super busy. - Oh, yeah, I heard she's a doctor. - She's a nurse. - Good. Bring her here. It's time for us to meet. - But, Granny, I- - Don't but Granny me. Rules, boy. Hit it and quit it or keep 'em only if meet 'em. Now, enough small talk. Let's get down to business. (dramatic music) - We need to meet now. Bullshit, my time. Yeah, I know the location. I'll be there in 30. (dramatic music) - [Ringtone] My favorite daddy. - Hello, Daddy. -

How's my favorite baby girl? - About to catch my flight. How's my favorite daddy? I can't wait to see you. - There's something I need to talk to you about, Jess. - Okay. I still have a few minutes before I catch my plane. Wanna talk now? - No, no, no, it can wait until you get here. Have a safe trip. No, no, no, have a safe trip, kiddo. ♪ Flowers laying down on the side of the road ♪ ♪ Oh, man, I shoulda known ♪ ♪ Can't just leave it alone ♪ ♪ I see the demon has grown ♪ ♪ But such is life, that

's life and such ♪ ♪ Took too much of my life and well ♪ ♪ Name your price, it's twice as much ♪ - What have I done? ♪ Still can't feel ♪ - Yo, Big Ma, you got a visitor. - Please. Have a seat. - I'm not here for tea. - Suit it yourself. Now, what the fuck do you want? - We had a truce. (Hattie laughs) - Did we? (reggae music) - What the hell, bruh? This is not the wild, wild west. - [MJ] Says who? - Now you sit your ass down. Our anniversary around the 10th. ♪ We made sensibility of me not winn

ing ♪ ♪ It's impossible ♪ ♪ The possibility you tryna play me ♪ ♪ Is a hospital ♪ ♪ Mav was hospitable ♪ ♪ You definitely hospitable ♪ ♪ Practice is my ritual ♪ ♪ My shooter ain't habitual ♪ - Hey, man, you sure you want security at the house? - I'm sure. ♪ Apple Jolly Ranchers ♪ ♪ What the fuck, we do this do ♪ ♪ Rich man, this in color in dark blue ♪ (bell rings) ♪ And he must down, go down like on Texas ♪ ♪ The boy be entire for this reach to Texas ♪ ♪ And jump into it, the size of Nigas ♪ ♪

Hope you have a friend in Jesus ♪ - My parents died like dogs. Why are you just now telling me this? - [Hattie] I needed you ready. - [Brother] And this was. ♪ Like a rodeo ♪ ♪ We beat up and squeeze up ♪ ♪ We like a rodeo ♪ ♪ Does chuck don't it like a rodeo ♪ ♪ Bum fuck Nataronia ♪ ♪ Survive what ♪ ♪ Money, Nataronia ♪ ♪ But a chuck a big black Aronia ♪ ♪ But but catch a fool Separonia ♪ - [Rayne] I like your earrings, they're cute. - [Ronnie] Thank you. (all chattering) - [Olivia] You're welc

ome. - [Tylan] I think I might have some of those. - Hey, Rita- - Now, when you finish you can pass those down. - Hey, Rita- You would like to. - Salad. - Thank you. (all chattering) - [Rita] Just a little bit. - Thanks, that's enough, thank you. - No thanks. - 'Cause you all grown. - Yeah, I am. (all laugh) (dramatic music) - Yeah, Pat, come on through, come on. - Daddy not even trying to eat. - [Ronnie] All you've been eating is grapes? - Grapes are healthy. - Grapes are good for you. - [Rayne

] Grapes are healthy. Grapes are good for you. - [Ronnie] Not for me, but for everyone. (doorbell rings) - I'll get that. (dramatic music) - Wine. - Anyway, Ms. Rita, Ms. Rita. A bottle opener, please. I have a surprise. - Don't forget those little things. - [Olivia] What's the surprise? - Compliments of Daddy. - Ooh. - Ooh. - What was the surprise? (dramatic music) (doorbell rings) - I'll get it. Hey. - Oh, my baby. - Oh. - My turn. - Did you call her? (all laughing) - It's good to see you. - M

y babies are home. (all laughing) - So, tell us about your boyfriend? - What boyfriend? - Right, you've been hiding. (all chattering) - [Rayne] Ms. Rita, she been hiding him. - [Nikki] You didn't know she had a boyfriend? - [Tylan] When are we meeting him? (all chattering and laughing) - Shh. (dramatic music) - Where's Rita? (dramatic music) (dramatic music) (dramatic music) - Why the fuck are you in my house? Put your damn hands up now. (dramatic music) (leg kicks) (Rayne groans) (thug groans)

- Oh my God. - Fuck! Fuckin me. (men grunt) (Will groans) (dramatic music) - [Rayne] Ronnie! (knee kicks) (dramatic music) (gun fires) (body thuds) (dramatic music) (pan clanks) - Daddy, here, look at me. - I got her, I got her. - Go, go. (dramatic music) (man grunts) (bone cracks) (man grunts) - Where the fuck is your bitch ass daddy? - Who the fuck are you? - My father's keeper. - You are fuckin' psycho. (dramatic music) (gun cocks) - Let her the fuck go, or I'm sending you to hell. (dramatic

music) (gun fires) (dramatic music) (door closes) (dramatic music) - Man, I thought you said these bitches were tough? (dramatic music) (Olivia cries) (gentle music) (family crying) (gentle music) (hand slaps) (Olivia cries) - I should've been here. (singing in foreign language) ♪ Never give up ♪ ♪ Never give up, no ♪ ♪ Never give up ♪ ♪ Never give up, no ♪ ♪ Never give up ♪ ♪ Never give up ♪ (singing in foreign language) - Hey, Jacks, I've arrived. (reggae music) Uh, no, no. Horrible service. W

hy? Have you been waiting for me? Is it, is it my father? Where is he? - Man, that shit was crazy. I told you it was gonna happen just like that. - Yeah, you said like that, bruh. - Yeah, just like that. (phone ringing) - This had better be good. (reggae music) Watson is dead? (MJ claps) - I told you to bring him to me. - What a soft ass. - Leave him be. He'll come around. (gentle music) (Jessie cries) (gentle music) (Jessie cries) - Oh, God, no. Please, no. No, no, no, no. (Jessie cries) No. No

. No. (Jessie cries) No. Daddy. Daddy. (Jessie cries) - I'll need to keep him in a comatose state for some time. It's the best way for him to heal. No one else will know he's still alive. (monitor beeps) - Where the fuck are you? Oh, my God. Did you find Willie? Let's go. Go. - There will always be security at the house and businesses. - I wanna see the office surveillance footage for the last month. - I have someone pull it, ASAP. - Anyone seen Mama? - I was peeping in on her earlier and she wa

s sleeping. (door closes) (dramatic music) - Did you come alone? - Just my driver. Did you? - Of course not. - Always a fucking lying bitch. - Don't tell me you're scared. - You said you wanted to make a next deal. Well? I'm listening. (dramatic music) No, get to it. - Killing Willie doesn't make up for the fact that your husband killed my son. - Yeah? Willie killed your son, your hound's father, you killed Willie, my husband and my girls' father. I'd say that makes us more than even. - Oh, Livv

ie, did you forget about their mother? (dramatic music) (dog barks) - Please. (gun fires) Fuck. I know you. (gun fires) - Marcus will never love you as much as he loves me. (dramatic music) - Of course you didn't. - Yeah, what about that bitch. (hand slaps) (dramatic music) (gun fires) (dramatic music) - That boat's not from the office. Jackson, give me your phone. (dramatic music) - [Daughter] Father, Father. (speaks foreign language) - Master Ossa. - Jessie. I see you made it home safe. - My f

ather is dead and my mother's just been kidnapped. - What do you need? - I need you and the clan here now. - Give me 24 hours. - Ossa. - Yes, Jessie. - The bastards will pay for what they did to my father. - She is exactly who I thought she would be. (dramatic music) (dramatic instrumental music) (dramatic instrumental music) (dramatic instrumental music) (dramatic instrumental music)