Jade

Jade and her brother Brand

made their way across the pond to the 505

after their parents were brutally murdered in London.

They thought this might be a chance for a clean start.

The first hope of a good night's sleep

was terminated by the constant crack of gunshots

cutting through the dry, dusty downtown air

-at dusk. -

For protection of any foreseeable future,

the siblings were...

reluctantly recruited into a club,

which had deep ties within the world of organized crime.

This only thrust brother and sister

out of the proverbial frying pan and into the fire,

accidentally ending Brand's life

by Jade's own hand.

After that, Jade swore to never shoot another gun

for as long as she's living.

Now walking the thin line

between grief and unmeasurable guilt,

Jade's had nobody to trust except her own instincts

to avoid getting herself snuffed out.

With everyone in the city seemingly against her,

what they didn't count on

was if you meet Jade in a dark alley,

your best bet...

- -...is to run.

["In N Out" by Prism Bitch playing]

["No Mo Beggin" by Tha Realest playing on speaker]

What are you doing here?

You mind if I come inside?

Yeah, come on.

We do believe you're guilty

of obstructing an investigation...

...fleeing from a federal officer...

and a host of...

- -

...other charges.

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You want something to eat?

I could eat.

How's it coming along?

The, um...

Uh, it's all right.

Can I feel?

Uh, no kicks yet.

Ah.

So... what's up?

Layla...

can we... just talk?

-About what? -

I haven't heard from you...

since... Brand.

So that's why you're here.

You want me to clear your conscience.

What do you want me to say, Jade?

You want me to tell you it's not your fault?

Even... let you off the hook

for shooting your own brother through a fucking wall,

leaving me alone to raise his kid?

Would that help you get a better night's sleep?

I don't want your pity money.

It's for both of you.

Layla, look.

The last bit of family I might have in this whole world

is in there.

Don't shut me out of this kid's life.

Just give me a chance. Please.

All right.

Would you just eat your food?

Get the fuck in the car.

What the hell, man?

Come on. Get in.

-What the actual fuck! -Oh, fuck off.

I was just fucking messing with you.

It was a joke, all right?

-It was bullshit. -Uh-huh.

What the fuck are you doing with my bag?

I just stashed some shit in here when you were at the gym.

-You stashed your shit-- -I thought I was gonna

-get shaken down. Relax. -In my bag?

Mm-hmm.

What... what have I been walking around with?

What, weed? Oxy? H? Blow? What?

If you think I would ever go to jail

-for your bitch-ass... -Not drugs. This.

What the hell is that?

This... is above your pay grade, sweetheart.

So what? The police are looking for that?

This is club shit, all right?

You are still part of the club.

So would you just chill the fuck out?

All right? Seriously, come on.

- -Fuck the club.

My membership has officially terminated

-starting... now. -Yeah?

Give me my shit, man.

-Okay. -

I'm going.

Well, see ya.

- -

Yeah, sorry, man. Uh...

You're not my type.

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This fucking guy.

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Get in!

Um... bad idea.

Fair enough. But you better take this thing

and you gotta get it the fuck out of here, okay?

So put it in your bag.

- I don't want that shit. -All right?

No, no, no. You gotta take it, all right?

You gotta take it and you gotta get it

the fuck out of here, okay?

And, and do not lose it, all right?

-You can't lose it again. Okay? - I don't want that shit.

No, but you gotta take it. Okay?

-You've already lost it once. - What?

- Take it! Come on. -What are you talking about?

Just get the fuck out of here, all right?

- Go! Shit! -

Shit.

Shit.

Let's go!

I swear to God, she was right fucking here!

Fuck.

Where'd she fucking go?

I don't know, man.

Split up. Split up. Let's go.

Do you see her?

Anybody get eyes on her?

Where the fuck are you?