Biker Boyz Page #4

Somebody who's|got three Gs...

...that says you ain't got|the heart to take it.

Three Gs?

How about five?

How about five?

Five, baby.

Wait up!

You see that?|You see that?

Go! Come on! Yeah!

Baby, that's what|I'm talking about.

Ooh! Ooh!

That's right.|Give it up.

Get your little ass|on over there, homeboy.

Where there's smoke,|there's fire!

- Fire!|- Fire!

Always a bridesmaid,|never a bride.

Say something for the people|at home, baby.

Get out of my face|with that camera!

Yo, Dogg, now that's|what I call a race.

Couldn't get no closer.

Yo, baby, say something|for the folks at home, man.

Let them know|what's going on, Dogg.

Just a little something|for them, baby.

Damn, Kamera Man.

You next, fool.

You next.

You got smoked, baby.

Don't even sweat that, man.

Don't even sweat it.

Soul Train?

Yes, sir?

How much does that doggy|in the window owe me?

His life, Smoke.

He owe you his life.

That's a good Dogg.

Hey, ain't you|forgetting something?

Come on, boy.

Come on, you|can do it, boy.

Come on, boy.

Here, boy! Here, boy!

Come on.

That's a good Dogg.

That's a good Dogg.

Come on!

Why don't you fetch that?

Bad Dogg.

That ain't no dog, Smoke.

That's a b*tch.

That's a doggone shame.

We gonna tell you|a little story here.

You want to hear that?

Tell you a little story|about a boy named Dogg.

Quarter mile race,|need to be up on a hog.

Then one day|he came against the Smoke.

Got to the line|and all he did was choke.

Smoked, that is.

Black Knight!

That's right. Keep going.

I thought you were|supposed to race before me.

We were.

I guess you're|not the only one...

...who likes to make|an entrance.

T.J.

Let's ride.

Can't do it.

Can't hold the bridge|any longer.

What?

Maybe next time you'll|leave out the halftime show.

Maybe next time|you'll take some notes.

We racing?

23.976

Or you making upan excuse?

Say again?

Are we racing...

...or you just|blowing smoke?

Let's race.

Black Knights...

...let's roll.

Our boy's going|to wreck you, man!

He's going to wreck you!

It's all about|the Soul Brothers!

The Soul Brothers|look like "ole" brothers.

Have your boy call it...

Kid, you're wasting time!

Come on, baby, do your thing!|Come on, baby!

Yeah!

All right, thanks, Elroy.

Okay.

The bail's|been taken care of.

At some point, he's|going to have to appear...

...in front of a judge.

Now, if you want,|I can pull a few strings.

Get him off with a fine,|maybe community service.

You're not used to me|sounding like a lawyer, huh?

I just never thought|my son would need one.

Damn! Oh...

I have been in denial,|Soul Train.

Well, that is one way|of putting it.

Thanks for understanding.

Look, Anita, uh...

...the night Slick Will died...

...everybody was running around|and... Screaming and...

...but I swear to God...

...he didn't even blink|when that bike came at him.

And Kid is just as fearless...

...so if he does go down...

...you should know it's not going|to be on anybody's sideline.

How long you been racing?

About six months.

Ma, I'm real good.

Damn it, Jalil!

I'm real good.

I don't care how good|you think you are!

Do you know what we|call bikers in the ER?

Organ donors!

You hit that pavement|at 120 miles an hour, baby...

...and it is over.

I'm not going down.

There's only two|kind of riders...

...those that been down, and|those that gonna go down.

There must be three kind,|them and me...

'cause, you know,|I'm... I'm good.

Jalil...

What?

I lost your father|like this.

Dad wasn't even racing.

He was playing it|"better safe than sorry."

And if you play it safe,|you sorry.

What did?...

Boy, let me tell you something.

I have lived too long, and|I have been through too much...

...to go through this again.

Now I am not|gonna sit here...

...and watch you go|down like this...

...not while you living|under my roof...

...so you tell me right now...

...are you going|to keep racing?

'Cause, if so, I will pack|your bags my damn self.

And you can go stay|with your friends.

Ma, why you tripping?

Are you gonna race, Jalil?

No.

Out.

What?

Get out the goddamn car!

I don't want you back in|that car if you lyin' to me.

Now, you tell me, are you going|to keep racing: Yes or no?

Mom, come on.

I li...

No!

You promise?

I said no.

You got what you wanted.

I promise.

Are we through?

Are we through?

Yeah, we're through.

Well, maybe|if she can't understand...

...where you're coming from,|maybe you should try...

...to understand|where she's coming from.

I thought you had my back.

I do.|I'm just saying.

Baby, maybe she's just afraid|of losing you.

Why you so concerned|about what happens...

...between me and my mother?

I'm just trying to make|sure you're a'ight.

Okay, punk?

Punk?

Mm-hmm.

Punk.

What you gonna do, hmm?

You know this punk|loves you, right?

What?

I'm saying...|I got mad love for you.

I think|it's pretty obvious...

...how you feel about|a brother so, uh...

Okay, I'm-I'm|really not ready...

...to have this|conversation.

I ain't ready to have|the conversation, either.

I'm just saying that I know,|and I love you.

The Black Knights'|annual dance is tonight.

I thought you'd|been gone by now.

Got to get a date first.

Her name is Tina...

...and Jalil|is a-whupped.

Cee Cee, I don't want|you talking like that.

Yeah, shut up, girl.

Eh, Jalil.

Anyway...

...you know, Dad used to take you|to the dance all the time...

...right?

Might as well keep...

...the tradition alive.

Can't remember|the last time I saw you out.

What are you|talking about, boy?

I'm saying Tina's not my date.

You are.

You should go, Mom.

Yeah, Mom...

...you should go.

Yeah, you should go.

Riding high, ain't|you, youngster.

Even heard you're thinking|about going up to Fresno.

Yeah, I'm thinking about it.

Yeah, I seen|a few of your races.

You a'ight.

I heard about the race|between Dogg and Smoke...

...and you Strayz|got your ass whipped.

Young boy got his chest|all pumped up.

Who have you raced that's|even worth talking about, man?

Motherland.

Did he say Motherland? Yo!

My grandmama|can beat that fool.

I beat her, too.

Oh, you're a comedian, huh?

Look here...

...the only reason I ain't put|my foot in your ass yet...

...is 'cause of Baby-girl...

But I'm going to give you|some act-right, youngster.

Believe that.

Hmm.

Look here, man...

I'm here 'cause|I'm calling you out.

On behalf of who?|Dogg?

On behalf of the Strayz.

You talk like a man.

Let's see if you can|ride like one.

Next time, Stray.

Dang, Baby-girl, you sure|know how to pick 'em.

Kid, only person|ever beat Dogg is Smoke.

You knock Dogg out the box,|and Smoke can't dodge you.

Look, man, I promised|my mother I lay low...

...so that's what I'm doing,|so just chill.

This puts you one step away.

Y'all Biker B*tches going|to keep on whispering...

...or you going to step up|like a man, Kid?

I got Dogg outside|waiting for you.

Look, man, if you ain't going|to race for no paper...

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