Doing Hard Time Page #6

Look through here.

Put it to your eye. There you go.

- All right, did you press...

- Lights, camera, action!

Bounce. Someone's good.

Takes out a defender.

Going up. Jumps!

It's in! Yeah!

Crowd going apeshit!

Women throwing themselves at him.

What's up, baby? See you at the bar?

- Yeah, to the ticker-tape parade.

- Fine black n*gger.

Comes off the podium.

He walks into the sunset.

And he's met by two police officers...

who arrest him for cheating on his wife.

For f***ing a white woman.

What've we got here?

One, two...

- There's three there.

- Three kilos.

You know this puts you

in the business of distribution, Chris?

I got a problem.

I'm trying to see if I get help...

I'm trying to talk, then you can talk.

If you can convince me

that you're just a consumer...

you'll do seven months, tops.

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

I'm a consumer.

I love the sh*t.

I'll do whatever you guys want me to do.

I don't like cops, sorry. I'm nervous.

You can f*** me if you want, dude.

It's been three weeks

and we've interviewed everyone...

including our own people.

About 80% said

they don't know what happened.

and Gutter did it.

Convenient how all the cons responsible

are dead.

- Which means nobody catches a case.

- Yeah.

Not to mention,

the cons that informed on the dead...

want all the prison details

and the stuff that we promised them.

- Same sh*t, different bowl.

- Yeah.

What do you want to do

about Mitchell and Craig?

We can't keep them in segregation

if we can't charge them.

- Return them to general population.

- All right.

What you doing tonight?

Well, if I can get a babysitter,

I'm gonna meet with this mortgage guy...

and talk about getting a second

on my condo. What about you?

My ex got a plumbing problem

she wants me to take a look at.

A little sex with the ex. Good for you.

I don't give a f*** what he said.

Don't ever bring me back

a book that's short!

I want it to ring out loud and clear

for this motherf***er!

Smalls don't be taking no sh*t!

- Hey, Mike, what's up? They let you out?

- Yeah, just now.

What the f*** y'all still doing in here?

Get the f*** out!

Hurry up, man.

They took all your sh*t, man.

Doesn't matter anymore.

What was that all about?

I had Shepard read this to me.

They denied your appeal.

But with Mathematic gone,

I got the gambling, I got the dope.

I got the whole barnyard, man.

I got room up in here

if you want some of this action.

You think my position changed

'cause it's you?

You ain't no different

than any n*gger up in this piece.

You've committed blood crimes

without prejudice or remorse.

Once you've lost everything,

you're free to do anything, n*gger.

Yeah, that philosophical sh*t is all cool.

But what this sh*t is really about,

is revenge.

This from a man who can't read or write.

Well, some things ain't written on paper.

But I do know, for every number one...

there's a number two

waiting to make his move.

And that's how you get back

at Durty Curt from Detroit.

- Are you here to see Michael Mitchell?

- Yes, ma'am.

I need to have a word with you, ma'am.

- You saw the man outside?

- Yeah, I brought it, but...

- I know, I was in segregation.

- No sh*t.

You know you could've called me.

Rayvon, I was in segregation.

So? Would it have killed you

to make one damn phone call?

And I wasted a whole tank of gas

coming all the way up here.

- The word "segregation" means "solitary."

- What?

Don't worry about it. Forget it, all right?

I'm sorry. It's my bad. I should've called.

So what's up? You got that?

Yeah, it's at the house.

You want me to bring it tomorrow?

No.

But you told me to...

I know what I told you to do, but I'm sorry.

It's for your own good.

See, this is one of your tricks.

You're saying it's for my own good, but it's...

Come on, Rayvon.

Just stop, all right? Please, just stop.

I know I can't blame you, honey.

Ain't like I been the most trustworthy

motherf***er on the planet.

But this right here is about our daughter.

Think about what's gonna happen to her...

if you get caught

bringing that sh*t up in here.

What I did, I did. I'm in here.

But I'll be damned if I'm gonna take you

down the hole with me.

I need you to go to my mom's house

and get some insurance papers.

In case some sh*t go down in here,

you and Tori will be all right.

Hey, baby,

ain't nothing gonna happen to you.

You are a strong black man.

- You know I love you, Rayvon.

- I love you, too.

- How you doing?

- That's my question, isn't it?

How I'm doing

isn't really much of a question.

It is to me.

- Did you see the lady?

- Yeah.

But it doesn't matter.

I'm just glad you called.

Armand told me you wanted to see me.

- Don't think I don't love you, all right?

- I know you love me.

I can feel it in my heart.

The problem is that you can't stop loving

your wife and your son.

I'm a good woman, but I can't compete

with the memory of them.

You shouldn't have to.

- Are you seeing someone?

- Yeah, I guess. I mean...

- He's a good man and he loves me, but...

- But what?

He can't compete with the memory of you.

They say time heals all wounds.

I know it's a clich.

But it's gotta come from somewhere.

Look, in time, you'll forget about me.

Tell me something, Michael.

How come time hasn't healed your wounds?

I gotta go.

It's time to get up.

What the f***, man.

- Chow line's not for another hour...

- Get your sorry ass up!

You be where I tell you to be

and when I tell you to be there.

- Capt. Pierce know about this, ma'am?

- Capt. Pierce is off.

Don't make me get ugly up in here.

Get your ass up!

Now!

Come on, you can move faster than that.

I gotta tie my shoe.

Get your ass in there.

Turn around.

- I didn't kill your son.

- Turn around.

Whatever you got to do, just do it,

'cause I ain't helping you.

Turn the f*** around!

What the f*** you want, man?

Come on.

It's over, man. Come on, Mike.

This is for Officer Teal.

Mike. Hold on, man.

- Why?

- I don't know. Hold on.

Hold on, please.

There's nothing left to do.

I forgive you.

Hold on, Mike.

Guards! Somebody help me!

I need help!

Help!

You know, life is funny, Mike.

This happens, that happens.

All of a sudden, you find yourself in this life

you never thought you'd have, you know?

You never planned for it.

Sh*t is just there.

And the life you thought you'd have...

that sh*t seems so far out of grasp,

you'd do anything to get it.

But my word to God, man,

I wish none of this never happened.

Call me crazy...

but it's like you're where you want to be.

And I'm where I need to be.

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