Carter High Page #7

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act like you can't do nothing.

But eat them damn fries.

Nigga, you ain't nothing

but a shift manager.

- Which means...

- Get your hands up.

When the manager's gone,

I'm in charge.

As a matter of fact,

since day one...

Day one...

You've been f***ing up.

Everybody get your ass

on the goddamn ground!

You, too, man, get on the floor.

Uh-uh, uh-uh. You.

You get your ass up, big boy.

Uh... uh...

Uh... ooh...

I... I'm...

I'm just... uh... uh...

- In charge?

- Yep.

Mr. HNIC.

Shut up.

Ah...

I'm just, I'm just

a shift manager.

Yeah. Yeah, right.

Now shift your ass over there

and put the money

in the goddamn bag!

Come on, hurry up!

Come on, big boy.

Yeah, all of that, too.

Come on.

Come on!

Yeah.

And then that, too. Come on.

Come on, big boy.

- Get your fat ass to the ground!

- Ah!

- Don't y'all move.

- Come on.

The Carter Cowboys

won the state championship

a month ago, and you could've

held a convention

on the sideline of

the Cowboys' practice field.

That's where recruiting

coordinators gathered daily

to catch a glimpse of the team

that could produce more recruits

than any other team

in the state of Texas,

maybe even the nation.

This year's Carter team

appears ready to climb

the ladder of success.

That leaves only one thing

left to say:

this is a class by itself.

I told y'all.

Just like clockwork.

Man, Keith,

how long you been working here?

About a week.

So y'all go ahead,

get suited up.

Say, PK:

give that toy to Los.

Run with this.

Man, this real?

Don't worry,

it ain't even loaded.

Hey, man, for real.

All y'all, this the last time,

all right?

- -Y'all taking this

sh*t way too far, man.

All right, nigga.

Get in.

Get back in, jet.

Go on. Go, go.

Go on. Go on.

That chick there a starter

Brewster go to Carter

She gon' let me get it

- Soon as she drop off her

daughter... -Damn, fellas!

Ooh, look like y'all had

a nice Christmas, huh?

Yeah. It was a'ight.

Excuse me, Derric.

Hey.

You mind if I wear your jacket

till last period?

I'm a little cold.

I ain't even trippin', baby.

- Thanks.

- Mm-hmm.

Mmm-mmm-good.

Oh, I was just, uh,

admiring the jacket.

Is that all?

And I was wondering

if there was any more

room for me

in those jeans.

Maybe.

Damn!

It's like that?

Must be the shoes.

Girl... ah... I want to...

Hey, I just want to know,

is there any room for me

in these jeans?

And I was wondering if you

ever heard of a peppermint.

Say, dawg, I guess it ain't

the shoes, then, huh?

Hey, I-it's all good, dawg.

Real talk, man.

All right, then, dawg.

Breath mint, dawg?

"Nice Christmas"?

What you mean,

"nice Christmas," dawg?

Man, what you talkin' about?

Thought you knew, brah.

Knew what?

Now

I lay me down to sleep

Ooh

I just can't find a beat

Flash light

Oh, I will never dance

Flash light

Flash light

Flash light

Bah-dah-dah-Dee

Bah-dah-dah, ah-dah-dah-dah

Oh, it's no use

Flash light

Red light

Neon light

Ooh, stop light

Now I lay me down to sleep

I guess I'll go

Count the sheep

Oh, but I will never dance

Oh, don't make me do it

Dance, sucker

Ooh, ha-ha, get him...

No less than 18

Carter football players

are headed to four-year colleges

or universities

on full scholarships.

Just one more area

where no other high school

can beat Carter.

I almost... I almost got you.

You couldn't keep up, boy.

- Nah, man.

- You couldn't keep up.

I ain't gonna never let

no old man get me.

Who you calling "old"?

- Come on, baby.

- Come on, I still got it.

- Shoot.

- Old man, old truck.

That's what you think.

- That was a damn good workout.

- Pretty sweet.

You know why we come out here?

Not only does it make us

better athletes,

but it makes us better men.

Now, you made your choice

when you decided to

suit up and play

for the Carter Cowboys.

I don't know.

I guess what I'm saying is...

Hold on. Come on. Whoa.

If you didn't have football...

what would you be doing?

Get in the truck.

You want the receipt in the bag

or with... All right.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

Got another quarter?

Damn!

You scared the hell

out of me, brah.

So what's up?

My-my manager still

out there, dawg.

- Thought you said he's supposed

to be gone. -Sh*t, he is.

This nigga out there playing

goddamn Ms. Pac-Man, brah.

You said this was

gonna be easy, dawg.

How long you think

he finna be here?

You don't know.

I don't know.

Walk in, get the money,

then we good.

- G...

- That's what you said, D.

G, if Keith and them

can do this sh*t, I know we can.

Whatever, dawg.

Vincent, go on,

get behind the counter,

let's do what we gotta do.

Y'all sure about this?

Yes, I'm sure.

All you gotta do

is go up to Vincent

and get the money.

I'm-a take care of the manager.

You in or you out?

Nigga, give me all the money!

Get your punk ass on the ground.

You, too, b*tch.

Get on the ground.

- Get on the ground!

- Hurry up!

Move!

"Just one more game."

- Save that sh*t for later.

- "This is it,

- the last..."

- Shut the f*** up.

Get your ass on the ground!

Come on.

Man, you niggas done

lost y'all damn mind.

Jay, I'm telling you, dawg,

it's easy.

Ain't like we really

robbing the place anyway.

All we gonna do is walk in,

get the money, and we...

Man, I'm still on probation

for a $15 T-shirt.

My teacher'd kick my ass.

I made a promise, dawg.

Not to mention my old man.

Hell no.

It's like being back

on the field, dawg.

It's a trip.

We walked into this one place,

and the chick at the register,

- she knew us, right?

- Fine, too.

So I asked her,

"What would you do

if we was gonna rob this place?"

Sh*t. She said,

"Give you all the money

"and anything else you wanted.

Anything."

So D said,

Well, we robbin' it, baby.

Then wrote her phone number

on one of the bills.

Just like that?

- Just like that.

- Just like that.

It's nothing.

- Ah...

- What's up, fellas?

Man...

Where your big-ass bifocals at?

It's nighttime.

They're called "contact lenses."

They kind of work like glasses.

I will miss this fool.

For real.

I'm gonna miss you, dawg.

Got your ropes and everything.

A'ight, dawg.

A'ight, G.

Take it easy, dawg.

Ropes and chains...

What you gettin' into tonight?

- Yeah.

- Uh, chillin'.

- Got a 9:
00 to 5:00

in the morning. -Oh.

So, uh, tell your girlfriend

- we can't kick it tonight.

- Ooh!

- -Boy, I'll spur you

in the back of your head.

- A'ight.

- A'ight, man.

Oh, man...

Look, straight up:

what you gonna do?

Barbecue or mildew?

Do you know you can ask

your mama for money whenever?

- Sh*t, you, too, G.

- But you think I'm finna

go to my mom's to ask for money

to shake you niggas up

in a dice game?

- Ha!

- OPM, dawgs.

OPM.

Jay, look.

It's probably gonna be

the last one.

Is you in or you out?

Last one...

Damn, how many has it been?

Asking too many questions,

huh, my boy?

Ha!

Meet me at 1:
00 if you're down.

It's barbecue or mildew,

big boy!

- 1:
00.

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