Did you talk to anyone?
Look at me. Talk to anybody?
Did you see anybody?
Did you talk to anybody, huh?
Did you make a phone call?
Who did you talk to?
You got anything else to say?
l didn't think so.
- How long was he out of your sight?
- Maybe a couple of minutes.
Chico, l'm disappointed in you!
How could you do that?
We can't go into that meeting.
lf anyone was ever made, we were made.
You know what l say? We're goin'.
What are you? Are you crazy? Probably
a hundred people saw us chasing him.
Chico, since when did anybody
ever accuse me of being sane?
- We're goin'. All right? Come on.
- Jesus Christ!
- You see anything strange?
- Just the usual weirdness.
The deal's goin' down, man.
- Keep an eye out for me, huh?
- Right, Hatcher.
- Are you sure it's cool?
- lt's very cool. Relax.
- Good. Then let's go.
- Bueno.
And the next time, you're gonna
introduce me to Salazar, aren't you?
Yes, l promise. You got it.
No traigo dinero. No tengo dinero.
No tengo dinero. No traigo.
Bien. Bien, primo.
Here we are, gentlemen. Right on time.
You see, l told you.
This guy, he's been a good customer.
- Did you bring the green?
- Of course. l got it right here.
Half.
- Then what are you here for?
- To do business.
lf you don't like that, then l'll take off.
Clmate. Clmate, primo.
You know somethin'?
l do business for a long time.
You know why? Cos l'm careful.
You can never be too careful, right?
Careful is good with me, amigo.
Careful never killed nobody.
- ls that right?
- Stupid.
Stupid kills. Me entiendes?
OK, gringo. l think we can do business.
Good. Then let's get it over with.
Hey. How ya doin'?
Hey, Colonel!
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 is like a gift from God.
My little friend
is gonna open you up a little bit
so you can tell us where
the rest of the money is, huh?
- There is no more money.
- There's gotta be more money.
Hatcher, let's get the hell
outta here! Come on!
Cover me!
- lt's clear!
- Let's go!
OK!
Por favor, no ms.
Hatch!
Time to go, Hatch.
l knew the only justice l could get
would be that that l made for myself -
not always by law.
Father... l just killed a woman.
l've lied, l've slept with informants,
l've taken drugs, l've falsified evidence.
l did whatever l had to do to get the bad guys.
And then l realised somethin'.
That l had become what l most despise.
- Do you have a family?
- Yes, Father.
Go to them and leave these things.
Try to find the gentle self inside you.
Allow this person to come back.
Well, what are you
going to retire to, Hatcher?
You're up to your neck in this life.
l got Bennett burning up
the phone lines every day.
l 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!
- l've had enough.
Look, John...
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.
l need you, John, OK?
Pete, nothin' we ever did
amounted to shit, and you know it.
- Who is it?
- Uncle John.
You're not my uncle.
My Uncle John lives far away.
l am your uncle.
And you've grown up to be a big girl.
You allergic to cats?
- Nope.
- OK. Then you can come in.
Tracey, come on back...
Johnny?
- Johnny! l can't believe it.
- How's my little sister?
- Boys, say hello to your Uncle John.
- Who's this?
- This is Ricky.
- Ricky, how ya doin'? You look great.
- You look good. Everything's all right?
- Yeah. Everything's great.
- Hey, how you doin'?
- All right. Welcome home.
- Where you been?
- l've been here waitin' for you.
You're home!
Let me look at you. Oh, you look great.
You look great.
You look like Melissa now. 20 years younger.
Thank you. l accept all compliments
from handsome men. Everything all right?
- You sounded strange on the phone.
- lt's all right. l'm just a little tired.
You've come to the right place to rest.
Head up!
- Cool!
- Make you 'appy?
We have lots more
where dat come from, yuh know.
Don't worry about it. Be 'appy!
- Ready?
- Break!
Let's go! Let's go!
Come up to the play!
Play it again! One more time!
Harris, you're a failure!
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.
l'll be damned.
- Trouble.
- That's me.
- l heard you were shot dead in Bangkok.
- Well, l was in Bangkok. l was there.
But l didn't get shot,
if that's all right with you.
Hell, yeah!
- Coach, we're ready!
- Be right back. Show him you can play ball!
You know, if you like dat,
you shoulda try some o' dis ting right here.
Send you right to heaven.
Make cloud nine look sof'.
- ls that crack?
- Dat it is, man. You know, the real deal.
- The shit you hear about on de news.
- lt's funny
how de man always tell lie about
certain tings what make us 'appy.
But you don't waan' try dis. lt too tough.
Women, it make dem wan' love
all the time, yuh know.
- l'll try it.
- Sure ting, pretty girl.
Go on. Put it right up to your lips. You ready?
- Break!
- Four laps, then hit the showers!
You were gone so long
you missed my marriage.
- How was it?
- Cambodia was more fun.
l love giving away my possessions!
lt makes me feel spiritual.
- And probably poor.
- And poor.
lt's all right. Let's go.
Get in the car. Get in the car.
Get in the car. Get in the car.
Tito Barco, we're glad you come
to show some respect.
Walk up.
- Check him clean.
- Cool.
Do your best, man.
Deja.
You very funny, man.
Wait 'ere for de man.
Forward.
You move into my territory.
What do you think l'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 waan' go heaven,
but nobody want dead.
Afraid?
Dis is how it a go.
You are work for l man now.
You... a do the sellin'.
You... a be the mule.
l supply the crack and the powder.
- What's the split?
- 20 per cent
to you.
Give me some time
to consider your proposition.
l will give you an answer very soon.
l'll wait
and watch.
l an' l see everyting.
l an' l be everywhere.
The santero told me that you are the one
with the most frightening power,
that you are the one l must see.
This man is not only Abakua -
the leopard people -
..pero tambin es maijumbero.
Muy malo.
This man is using the power of the spirits
to do very evil things.
Will you... will you help me?
Aqu es el derecho.
l hope to see you again.
Adis.
Ven, gallito. Tranquilo.
Te necesito para mi trabajo.
Ven, gallito.
Acepta la sangre de este gallo que te ofrezco
y aydame a deshacerme
de este hombre malo.
Gallo, te mato por tu sangre.
- Looks good.
- Mm-hm.
Nice to be back. Your team looks great.
Well, it looks good now. Last year
one of my best players OD'd on cocaine.
l remember when the worst problem to worry
about was one of them knockin' up some girl.
- Not any more.
- l think l remember this place.
Wasn't this the place
where all the ugly girls worked?
- Hey, Nurse! Got an emergency here!
- Call a doctor!
Listen, give me a beer,
and give my man here a double.
- l don't do doubles on the first date.
- Now, that's not what l heard!
- This is my boy Hatch.
- Hi, Hatch.
- Tiene miedo?
- No.
Bien. Yo tampoco.
- We're goin'in.
- OK.
- Some hormones in here.
- Oh, yeah.
Looks like one of the locals is doin'
some dealing. Supplementin' his income.
- Leave it alone, man. Leave it alone.
- He's buyin' dope from the Jamaicans
- and sellin' it to his friends.
- l've been all over the world with this.
- lt ain'tjust the Jamaicans. lt's everybody.
- That's the same guy l saw by the school.
And every time l see somethin' goin' down,
l 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.
- l'm sorry.
- Look, l've had it!
And now it seems
they're movin' in down here.
- l'm just waitin' to do somethin'.
- Let me tell you somethin'.
There's nothin' you can do about it
and there never was, all right?
But you gotta try to protect your own, or
are you so burnt out you can't relate to that?
No. l can relate to that.
Excuse me.
Blood and fire!
Go!
Move out! Move out!
Come on! Call an ambulance!
Hey, bwoy! Somebody about dead tonight!
Raas, what do you...?
Me no know you, but l promise you
you is a dead man walkin'!
So what else is new?
Give us some room here! Come on, let's go.
Let's clear the area. Clear that area.
You're dead, bwoy! Yuh hear? Dead!
- Welcome home.
- ls that the suspect, Mr Hatcher?
Yeah, the first guy up there.
All right. Watch it, people.
Stay 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 one per cent
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
Dale Harimoto, WXTV, Chicago.
- Stay back. Watch it.
- Sheriff O'Dwyer.
- l'm Sheriff O'Dwyer. Who might you be?
- Roselli. FBl, OC task force.
- We're taking over here.
- By what authority?
United States Government Code,
Title 18, Section 111.
Go get their statements.
Keep the looky-loos out of the crime scene.
- You're excused, Sheriff.
- Roselli, l won't forget this.
You and your agents so much as spit on
the deck, and l'll personally write the citation.
Hatcher! Jesus Christ!
What the hell are you doin' back here?
Thought l'd visit my mother, you know?
l'm retired now.
Retired, huh? Well, that's cosy.
What the hell went down?
Gee, l don't know. What does it look like?
lt's a shoot-out... Colombians...
- What do you want me to say?
- 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 organised than
the others. They got more guns, more balls.
Jimmy Fingers is giving them everything.
Jimmy Fingers...
ex-casino man out of Atlantic City.
That's a piece of cake.
You pop him, you got it.
- Why don't you help us out on this one?
- Cos l'm out.
- Come on, Hatcher. lt's in the blood.
- lf it's in the blood, l'll get a transfusion.
Lieutenant, may l see yuh for a moment? The
professor has found something interesting.
- Charles, how ya doin'?
- We'll see you around, Hatcher.
- The sign on de wall is Abakua.
- More of this voodoo bullshit?
Professor, you call the markings
on de wall voodoo bullshit?
Nope. l've seen them in New York,
Los Angeles and now here.
Sal, dis is no bullshit, man. Those markings
were put dere by a man named Screwface.
Know what it means
when we say a man's face is screwed?
- No.
- Well, l pray you never have to find that out.
Who's that?
lt's John Hatcher. He was an undercover
troubleshooter for the DEA.
- We worked together a couple of years ago.
- l know him. Him comin' in wid us?
No. He thinks he's retired.
He still looks functional to me.
l have a message for you
from Tito!
Him say meet him in hell!
- Dem let you out?
- No jail can hold me
- when Jimmy Fingers is on my side.
- Same.
Jimmy Fingers.
Give t'anks for
bringin' out my bredren. Same?
Bondsman knew he was gonna skip,
so l figured l'd throw him a little extra.
- Monkey, time for business.
- Let's take care o' dis.
Come.
No, man. l just think
you have to take it one step at a time.
Nobody. Yuh know what l'm sayin'?
Me notjokin', bwoy.
Yes, man. Yes. Hold on. Hold on.
Listen up, you see?
Our provider, the man of science, a come!
All right!
Dreadlocks, Monkey be wid us again.
Dat no good?
Yeah!
And the magic be everywhere.
The warriors... Conquerors!
Respec'. The Almighty
has given l an' l his hand.
His rod of correction l hold.
Let no man here fear for his own life!
Dem dat wish l an' l
to be left in poverty and squalor
will demselves be damned!
lf a man commit a crime against you,
he must be paid back a t'ousand times!
Who you fear?
Him... or me?
Let no man here steer
from de path l 'ave prepared!
Dem de streets out dere
belong to you now!
- Take it.
- Yeah!
Take it!
Take it!
- Come.
- Yes.
l still don't believe you. lf you don't see
the shit that's happening around us,
- you're blind or you don't wanna see.
- Maybe l've seen enough.
- l don't think the world wants to change.
- Look, things do change, man.
lt's like you see this big dam with a leak
in it. You plug it with your finger.
Soon you see more holes. You plug it with
your other fingers, your toes, 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 got
some shitbird cherry to take your place,
they give him your shield,
and you're forgotten.
The way l 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.
Look, Hatch,
you haven't been here in a long time,
and l'm telling you, trouble is tapping us
both on the shoulder right now,
- and you don't want to turn around.
- Well, l hope you're wrong.
- You look a little winded there, big guy.
- Gimme a break. l'm on vacation.
Tracey has something to show you.
She's been waiting.
Get down!
Johnny!
They hurt my baby!
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. l can't give you a prognosis.
She's fighting for her life, and so are we.
Doc, you treat this girl like she's
the president of the United States.
- Money isn't a consideration.
- We treat all of our patients exactly...
Let me tell you somethin'.
Like the president of the United States, OK?
Don't touch me, John. Don't touch me.
This is your fault.
Do you understand? This is your fault.
God damn you! God damn you!
This is your fault! And my baby...
My baby...
- Jimmy, how ya doin'?
- Hatch, what the fuck are you doin' here?
Why don't you guys take a hike?
Go find another trick, all right?
You bailed out a Jamaican, street name
Monkey, the other day. l want him.
This other piece of shit - Screwface -
l want him.
You're a scumbag and a puke.
l don't mind that.
Gimme what l need, l leave here a nice guy.
You don't, l fuck you up.
You fuckin' know better than that, Hatcher.
Come here. l just wanna talk to you
for a minute. Come here.
The Mob throws you out of Atlantic City.
Now you sell guns to the Jamaicans.
Fuckin' sell anything to anybody, except you.
Wouldn't sell you the sweat off my balls!
- ls that right?
- Yeah.
Watch it!
- You're a fuckin' dead man, Hatcher!
- Yeah?
l'm fuckin' Jimmy Fingers!
l'm a made fuckin' man!
God made men.
l wanna know where Screwface is.
- Screwface? Me don't know no Screwface.
- Really?
Hm. That's strange.
- Does that remind you?
- Just shoot me now, man!
l got a better idea. We're gonna go for a ride.
Everybody's gonna see us, 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. l will take you.
Good. l wanna get there while l'm still young.
Screwface kill me
a t'ousand deaths worse dan you.
- Yeah?
- Find him your fuckin' self!
Well?
One thought he was invincible.
The other thought he could fly.
- So?
- They were both wrong.
l wanna know the second
that call comes in, OK?
So?
Two dead. Dis one was shot in de forehead.
De other one was forced out de window.
Did you find the hookers?
Do you honestly believe
now is the time for findin' them?
- This job was done by a pro.
- ls that right?
That's right, and l'll bet my money
it was John Hatcher. Find me somethin'.
- Sal, l will find you somethin'.
- He thinks he can do things his own way,
but l'll tell you something - he can't.
Stay close to home, Charles.
Do it, man. Do it.
Where Nesta?
Jimmy Fingers and Nesta are not too good.
Nesta dead? Who do it?
De white boy Hatcher?
l want... Hatcher dead!
l want his family dead!
And if you cannot kill him,
l go kill him!
And then l go kill you.
- What about protection for my family?
- They're assigned.
- Good.
- l should probably have them tailing you.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Where were you last night?
With a friend.
Stay retired.
Hello?
Hi. l'm John Hatcher.
l saw you the other night.
- Yes. At the Shamrock.
- l kind of need some help.
Hold on. l'll be right down.
lt's an African black magic symbol.
lt was used by the Jamaican
drug gang the other night.
- The FBl said l'd be getting photos today.
- l'm not with the FBl, 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?
l got these...
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 l use your phone for a minute?
- Yeah, sure.
- Hello?
- lt's me. ls everything all right?
Yeah, Johnny. l'm fine.
l just got back here from the hospital.
Mom's there with Tracey.
She's better. She's stable.
- l just had to come home and get some rest.
- Go look out the window. ls the guard there?
Um, waitjust a minute.
Yeah. The car's there,
but, uh, l don't see the guard.
Johnny?
Johnny!
My God.
Somebody help me!
- What do you want?!
- l want you.
What do you want? Just leave me alone.
Somebody's coming.
- You're making a big mistake.
- You're lying!
Stop the blood claat cryin'.
Everybody must dead!
No! No, no...
lt's your turn.
My father...
l an' l go take you to a place, you see.
Far, far away.
You never been dere before.
You a go dere now.
lt's not your body me want, no.
lt's your dreams.
No, you bastard!
l own you now.
- No!
- Now l have power!
Help me! Help me! Johnny, help me!
He said... He said he'd be back.
He said he'd kill us both.
Somehow, l don't think
he's gonna get the chance.
l can't wait to nail this fucker.
This is gonna be fun.
Serious fun.
Time to have fun.
- What's happenin', brother?
- lrie, irie.
- You want some blow?
- l want some blow.
- Put your hands up or l'll blow your head off.
- Oh, cool, now. Keep a cool head, man.
- See dem 'ere?
- Right there.
Hatch!
Watch out!
- Take the right side! Take the right side!
- l got it! l got it!
Shit!
Say, bwoy! l goin' kill
your likkle blood claat!
You are a blood claat!
Bumbo-claat!
You go, raas!
- Help me!
- Back off, bwoy.
Me say back off! You didn't hear me say?
You want her dead?
Go ahead, kill her. l don't know her.
l don't care about her.
l got you where l want you.
You like a dog wid no teeth.
You wanna kill her, kill her.
l don't mind if you kill her. l don't know her.
You a bad bwoy. Me a carve you now, bwoy.
Me a carve you! Me a carve you!
Me a carve blood!
Run, dread! Run!
Raas, didn't you see it?
Blood claat, what run for?
A one white boy and two bredda enough!
Let's kick dis little blood claat.
Batty-hole, yuh see.
- l ready a ready.
- Get him!
Hold on. Hold on, now.
Tear you, Rasta!
You fuck with my family and you die.
- Now we're talking serious fun, man.
- Abso-fucking-lutely.
l've never met anyone quite like you, Hatcher.
Go down to any soup kitchen,
you're gonna find a lot of guys just like me.
- Why a soup kitchen?
- l'm just another unemployed guy.
l don't think there is a lot of guys
like you anywhere.
What's that supposed to mean?
l've met a guy who is nice, not married,
gay, or trying to find himself,
and he's trying very hard
to get himself killed.
Well, l have some
unfinished business, you know,
and l was hoping that you'd maybe
give me some of your advice.
- What are you planning to do?
- l'm gonna take out the posse.
Then destroy their system.
When Screwface kills he wants
everyone to see he did it, or ordered it.
That way he's both feared and worshipped.
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.
l want you to meet my sister.
Goddess of fire.
This is what you ordered. Do you want
anything else? Wires? Surveillance?
- No. Just firearms this time.
- OK. You got it.
- For you.
- Thank you.
- You still sober?
- Five years, man. One day at a time.
Stay away from that dope.
Hang on. Hang on.
Max, meet Charles. Charles, meet Max.
Man, l been after Screwface
for five long years, yuh see?
l have followed him
from Kingston to here. All around.
- You break my heart.
- Your tactic is makin' him tougher to snatch.
Him jump already, yuh know?
An' it's only l... who can guide you
to what it is yuh seek.
l don't know if that'd be
a wise career move for you.
Come on! Look close!
Who you think me work for? The DEA?
l'm a Jamaican cop, man,
and Screwface is my career!
Look, man. l don't really care who you work
for. You got your reasons and l got mine.
Screwface has gone back to Jamaica.
You know, Charles, sometimes
three's not a crowd.
The way l look at it, we need each other.
Know what l mean?
Let's do it, man.
How ya doin'? Care package.
Uncle Sam's contribution?
Welfare for warfare, yuh know?
This is my silent partner.
A whisper in the ear
from this girl goes a long way.
You didn't hear a thing.
You heard the slide click a little.
Massive cool.
Forward, Jamaica.
These are the streets dat breed
de Screwfaces o' de world.
This is the first time l ever got the idea
it's not all sunshine and bikinis.
l owe you an apology. Until today l thought
all Jamaicans were dope-dealing dreads.
Don't feel you have to apologise for nothin'.
Man, these streets are hard out here.
And some people make a bad choice,
dat's all. They say life is hard.
- What, man?
- Nothin'.
What are you doin' all de way up here?
Not enough trouble in Kingston, beast-boy?
Back with country, boy. You do your duty?
Pay him.
Dis gal... she hang
with Screwface more time.
Dey always partying together.
l usually find her at de Cat Club.
Screwface?
Road to doom.
- Sounds like you know this guy pretty well.
- Yeah, l know him.
l partied wid him.
l don't care him sell the drugs, sir.
lt's part o' doin' business.
But my sister, she lost a shipment
and him cut her dead.
And for dat, somehow,
someday, him a go dust off.
Why don't you just tell me what l gotta know,
and l'll go do what l gotta do?
Screwface have two head and four eyes,
an' dat is de secret to his magic.
Look 'pon dis madman.
Him dead, and him don't even know it.
Welcome to l island.
Fuck you.
You a woman? Me know what you is.
You is a dog after a bone!
An' yuh have no teeth.
You was conceived in darkness.
An' l goin' deliver you into de light.
l got him! l got him!
Get up!
l know you. You love de killin'.
But you is an empty shell inside.
Fall out.
Charles. Move out.
So, bredds... tell me one more time.
Did you tell them exactly what l told you to?
l told 'em exactly what you told me to tell 'em.
- And what did they say?
- Exactly what you said they was goin' to say.
- ls that right? And what was that?
- ''Business is business, man.''
Ten dollars.
- lt ain't over yet.
- Does this guy ever pay you on time?
So who's the boss-man?
- l man.
- Thanks for taking this meeting, man.
l got a message for you. Screwface is dead.
You raasclat stupid.
Hey! Anybody ever see this?
Screwface is dead!
Now, you get the fuck outta town or die!
Yuh must want me and me bumbo-claat
posse shoot you down, bwoy.
Dead and about to be buried!
The evil is demolished.
l give you guys till tomorrow... or you die.
Don't even think about it.
- Magic power!
- Screwface no dead. Screwface no dead.
- Judas!
- The man is everywhere, man!
- You all right?
- Yeah.
Here. Just take this.
l'm sorry, man.
Don't you let him get away!
l got you covered.
Come on! Come on!
lrie.
Yuh blood claat!
Yuh kill me bredda.
Now you goin' wish you was dead.
l hope they weren't triplets.