Get Hard Page #7

- Are we at Coachella?

- No, James!

Rita, thank you once again

for taking the knife out of my head.

Mm.

Makayla, what...?

Young lady.

But he's doing it.

This is delicious.

- Okay, James. James.

- Grr.

Stop. Stop. You don't have to eat

like that. You're on furlough.

Mm.

Sorry. It's part of my training.

If you let someone mess with your food,

you're a punk.

It's delicious, though.

Look, you need to shut this stuff down

right now.

Do you understand you're gonna get him

killed before he even gets to prison?

- What are you talking about?

- Darnell's doing a wonderful job.

- He's a great teacher.

- See that?

And a great friend.

I just can't figure out how he ever

went to jail in the first place.

Gosh, me neither.

Darnell, have you every shared

with James the story of how you went away?

No, he hasn't.

Well, he's not really ready

for that right now.

And I got Makayla at the table.

I mean, she's the daughter of a

convicted felon. She's strong.

- Mm-hm.

- Good point.

Why don't you tell it?

Don't leave out details.

I'd love to hear it.

I think it could really help me.

Okay, uh...

We was just some boys in the hood.

Me, my man, Ricky, and Doughboy.

Doughboy's real name was Russell.

We was close, man.

Thing about Ricky, Ricky was special,

because Ricky had the ticket.

Ricky was star quarterback.

You know, he had a college future.

He was our golden boy, you know?

We got into it with some other guys.

You know, some gangbang stuff.

Uh, on the way home we decide to split up.

Me and Doughboy said we'll go this way.

Ricky said he'll go this way.

Me and Doughboy come around,

we see Ricky on the ground.

Ricky got shot.

I run over there.

I'm running, I'm running.

I grab him. I got his head on my arm.

I'm looking. I'm like, "Ricky!

Ricky!"

"Ricky."

He had the ticket!

They got him.

Doughboy's like, "Come on, man. Get up.

Let him be. He's done."

I get up.

Doughboy says, "You know what this mean.

This mean we gotta step up."

I said, "You damn right, it does."

So we strapped up.

- I don't know what that means.

- It means we got the burners.

I don't know what that means.

It means we went and got the guns.

We saw those guys later that night.

Three headshots. Pop! Pop! Pop!

- "That's for Ricky!"

- For sure.

Cops came, man.

I told Doughboy I'd take the rap.

I said, "You go ahead. Live your life.

I'll tell them it was me."

Cops came. I said, "I did it."

I went to jail.

You gave your life and your freedom

for Russell.

Loyal to a fault.

It is what it is.

That's why I wash cars today.

Because I got blood on my hands.

Just like Lady Macbeth.

- Huh?

- Like Macbeth.

Yes.

- Yes.

- Phew.

Wow, what a story.

Almost sounds like a movie.

Phew. Yeah.

Mm-hm.

Darnell, why don't you tell him about that time

that that white lady came and adopted you...

...and turned you into an offensive tackle.

I think we've talked enough tonight.

Oh. There's my cab.

I'd better get back before lockdown

or Cecelio will put me in the hole.

He loves putting me in the hole.

- Well, let me walk you out, man.

- No, that's fine.

Thanks for everything.

James, it was wonderful meeting you.

Great to meet you too.

You know, growing up, my family would

never spend any time together like this.

You guys are very lucky.

- Bye, Makayla.

- Bye, Mr. King.

Bye-bye.

Hey, your dad never went to jail, okay?

I've seen Boyz n the Hood.

Who showed you Boyz n the Hood?

Daddy, I don't think he did it.

Of course he didn't.

You need to do something

that's really gonna help him.

He will not last in prison.

He wouldn't even last in my school.

Hello, this is James.

Hey. It's me, Darnell.

Look, man, I've been thinking it over...

...and it might be a good idea to get

you extra protection on the inside.

So tomorrow we're gonna go over

to my cousin Russell's house. Now listen.

Russell and his friends,

they're different dudes.

Very suspicious of outsiders.

You walking in there, they're probably

gonna think you a cop off the bat.

So I need you to do something for me so

we don't create any dangerous situations.

- Dress casually.

- Blackface.

What the f*** was that?!

- See you tomorrow.

- James. James.

James, don't do nothing stupid.

Just dress casual.

- Nice whip.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Who you supposed to be dressed like, James?

- Little Wayne.

- It's what he wore at his last runway show.

- Oh, Lil Wayne.

You told me I needed to try to fit in, so I

stayed up all last night studying your culture.

- I'm sorry, what?

- And to those who say jazz...

...is the only indigenous American art form,

I say listen to a little Jay-Z, my friend.

Oh.

I forgot the gin and juice.

Should I run back inside?

Will you stop?

I'm not trying to appropriate your culture.

- That's great. I'll tell the others.

- I'm just saying...

...hip-hop is a very sophisticated,

multifaceted subculture...

...that speaks

to all different types of people.

The music, the fashions,

the attitudes, the beefs...

The more I read, the more I listened...

...the more I felt connected

to its rich cultural tapestry.

That is really great. Now, can we please

be done with this conversation?

Please stop.

I think I know who killed Tupac.

- I got next!

- What the f***?

- Hello.

- I'm gonna put a cap in yo ass.

Who the f*** are you?!

- Yo, he's good. He with me.

- And who the f*** are you, nigga?

Hey, Russell. Russell!

Russell.

Russell! Excuse me.

Hello. James King,

Senior Fund Manager, Wealthrop Funds.

- James, come on.

- Excuse me. Right through here.

Hell no, man. Is this the motherf***er who you

said you had to get ready for prison, man?

Well, I need protection,

and I'm hoping to join the Crenshaw Kings.

Are you? Ha-ha-ha.

I've seen white people before. My probation

officer is white. You know what I'm saying?

But you, motherf***er, man,

you white as mayonnaise, man. Ha-ha-ha.

Oh, sh*t. Maybe in blackface. Who knows?

Ha-ha-ha.

Hey, listen. I tell you what though.

You damn sure

got your get-up right, man.

I mean, camouflage and cheetah print, that's

straight out the gangbanger's handbook.

Yeah, yeah, like Lil Wayne, right?

Exactly. Thank you.

I love it.

Look, he's not trying

to be a member, okay?

He just wants you to protect him

while he's on the inside.

Like you did for Darnell

when he took the rap for you.

What?

We can talk about that another time.

- Yeah.

- No.

So let's let that go.

You remember. You know.

With what Ricky did and the ticket...

...and you freaked out and Darnell

took control of the situation.

- Stop.

- Is this motherfucking...?

Boyz n the Hood, man.

- This is a bad time.

- Okay, I tell you what, man.

I tell you what:

Humor me.

I'm a fair person.

And I'm a businessman.

Clear professional.

What's your life worth to you?

- How does a million dollars sound?

- Ha-ha-ha.

"How does a million dollars sound?"

Ha-ha-ha.

Hold up, everybody.

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