Fuck!
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Fuck! Fuck! Motherfuckers!
Jesus Christ!
Fuck!
Goddamn!
These motherfuckers, fuck them.
Fuck!
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Ooh, fuck.
What the hell's going on?
He's got a gun! Get...
- Move them kids! - Hey, hey, yo!
Move them away!
Get them out of there!
Ray?
- Daddy! - Hey, hey, little man.
- Hey. - What are you doing home?
What are you doing here?
I couldn't deal with my mama. Hey.
- You gotta go. - Daddy, look.
- I see it, little man. - Go where?
- Go back to your mother's. - Ray, is that a gun?
The police set me up. They're coming right now.
You gotta get Ray-Ray, get his shit and get out of here.
No. What is happening?
- Come here, little man. - What is going on?
Look, I need you to be quiet for me.
Stay quiet and you play your game.
Play your game, okay? Shh.
- Be quiet. - Why do you have a gun?
Tayesha. Tay.
Get away from the windows.
What did you do?
Suspect involved in police pursuit
identified as driver of a hit-and-run
at the corner of O.C. Haley and Jefferson.
All units, please respond.
Dispatch, this is 1 Apple 1. On route now.
Dispatch, this is 17 Baker. We're 10 minutes out.
Y'all always coming over here messing with us!
Hey, hey!
Hey, come on now.
Break it up.
- Get the fuck back! - Come on. Break it up.
Break it up. Break it up!
- Hey, come on now. - What?
- Which one? Which one? - He's over there.
- That one? - Break it up. Everybody, just...
Let's calm down.
We see what you're doing up here.
Location... 108 O.C. Haley. 108 O.C. Haley.
Possibly armed.
What the hell is going on out here, man?
Didn't you hear? There's a piece of shit in there
tried to kill a cop.
Trust me. You gotta go. You gotta go.
I'll explain everything later. Ray-Ray, you gotta go.
I need you to listen to your mommy, okay?
- Yes. - Listen to Mommy.
Ray, you are scaring me. Ray.
- Ray! - Get his stuff.
Let's get out of here, Tayesha.
- What is wrong with you? - Now, Tayesha!
All right, we find him, we find him fast.
Hey, they say Ted's breathing. Took him to the E.R.... Tulane.
Shit should've never fucking happened.
Hey, hey, hey. Let's go.
We can't let this motherfucker disappear, all right?
Nobody like you anyway.
Hey, back the fuck up. Back the fuck up.
Oh. My bad.
- Hey. Hey. - Tame this area.
- No one in or out here. - Poincy, right?
- Yeah. - Martin Drive?
Yeah.
I remember that.
You with us, Poincy?
- Yeah. - All right. Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
Clear.
This one here. This one here.
Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
All right.
Clear!
All right. Floor by floor, boys.
You ready?
- Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! - Hey.
Who the hell am I looking for?
Black male, 20s, dark clothing.
That ain't no description.
Where are we going?
Going to your grandma's house, okay?
Get on your feet, little man.
Hey, listen to me. I need you to listen to mommy today, okay?
You hear me? All right. You listen to Mommy.
Stay close.
- Go. - Come on. Come on.
Tay. You stay with your mommy.
You stay with your mommy, okay?
- Let's go. Let's go. Let's go. - Go, go, go, go.
- Let's go! Let's go! Come on. - Go. Go.
Elevator.
Stay close, okay?
Listen...
Put your hands where I can see 'em!
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