Grow House Page #11

I think I can get into it.

You felt it? Was it that good?

What you was doing with the Shake

Weight is bugging the f*** out.

You jeopardized this whole grow, man.

Do not bring unwanted

attention to your grow house.

And that sh*t was unwanted.

You're right. I'm sorry. My fault.

I mean, first things first. We

have to finish this harvest, guys.

Then we can give everybody

they cut. Can't wait to do that.

Hey look at the bright side. At

least we had a successful grow.

No.

Sort of. If you wanna call it that.

Hey, why Snoop ain't called me yet?

Guys, we still have stuff

left to do here, so...

Speaking of Snoop... hit

him up, and hit your girl...

- ...ex-girl...

- Right.

and let 'em know everything be

ready for the payout on the 20th.

This damn house will be done by then too.

Hey, what time is everybody

supposed to show up?

Well I told everybody around 4:00.

That way they have they weed around 4:20.

Oh that's trippy. I like it.

It's a good idea we didn't

dry that weed all the way.

The more it weigh, the less we pay.

Think about all the weed we lost, man.

The fire.

The mold.

The flood!

The Bugged Out.

Most of all, all the

unexpected partners we acquired.

Matter of fact I had

to pay Mrs. Gilliam off.

That should account for everything.

She's kinda sexy for

her age. Is she flexible?

Depends.

Depends on what?

No it depends on if she's wearing

Depends 'cause when she ain't...

- What does that have...

- Listen!

Whatever happened, happened, man.

We lose, we lose. Ain't

no going back on it, man.

I don't know about that.

Why don't we try to call Snoop back up?

Try to re-un-negotiate

the deal?

Re-un-negotiate?

You know what, he was cool as

hell about this whole thing.

He ain't called us one time. Give it a try!

Yeah, let me hit him up.

You know, what he gonna say?

Tell him we took a...

Hello? Oh, it's voicemail.

...paper right now.

But if this is about my

paper, leave me a message

and I'll get back at you.

Yeah, um... Let's just

talk to him man-to-man.

What about Matt's piece?

I mean, we gotta get paid.

Come on, man!

Of course we gonna take care of you, bro.

You're a real nigga. I

f***ed with you my nigga.

I don't know what that means but

I really enjoyed this experience.

It was good working with you people.

You people? The f*** you

mean by "You people," bro?

Huh?

I just meant like you

people, like my people.

You're my people... not my people.

What the f*** you mean

by "Your people," man?

I don't mean like I own...

What the f*** you mean "You own"?

- No I just meant we're all people.

- (doorbell rings)

What you mean, man? Huh?

I really don't care. I'm mixed.

I'm gonna get the doorbell.

I'm not mixed, bro.

I didn't mean anything.

What you mean about

you ain't mean anything?

That's exactly what it sounds like.

What the f*** you mean "exactly" though?

I'm sorry.

PAT:
What the f*** you

mean by you sorry, bro?

It means I apologize.

I'll get the weed.

Here it is.

Thank you, brotha.

A'ight. Everybody gonna get they

share as soon as Snoop gets here.

Yeah, that's the plan, we sticking to it.

Listen, if you really think

Snoop is about to come here

to pick up some weed, you'sa lame.

(doorbell rings)

- What's that?

- I'll get the door.

Wonder who that could be.

See? Shut the f*** up, boo.

Well happy 4-20 everybody.

What's up, Snoop.

Hey, what's up, Nephew.

- Snoop!

- Grown Gangsta.

Hi, Snoop.

Well hello, sunshine.

- Snoop?

- Mhmm?

Can me and Darius holla at

you in the kitchen right quick?

Oh man, whatever you like,

man. Show me where to get there.

"Hi, Snoop."

What?

Snoop's supposed to walk in, I'm supposed

to act like I don't know who Snoop is?

B*tch, this ain't Walmart.

He don't need no greeter.

Want something to drink, man?

Turkey sandwich?

You said we had some tuna... We

have some tuna left. Want some tuna?

No, no, no. I just want

my sh*t. Where my weed at?

Oh.

So we getting right

down to it. Um, Snoop...

...we agreed on half, right?

Yeah. That's what I'm

leaving with. Half, right?

TERRI:
Okay but that's Snoop Dogg.

I'm just supposed to say nothing?

You supposed to play your position.

Why are you always tripping?

B*tch, I can't trip.

I know we agreed on half, but things

ain't go how we thought they'd go.

We was talking 'bout half and third,

I'm thinkin' more like the third, y'know.

Grown Gangsta.

I'm mothafuckin'

disappointed with you, nigga.

Nah, nah. What he said he was just

thinking about the third, Snoop.

Y'know, man. But he

gonna keep it one hundred.

'Cause Grown Gangsta say you always

keep it one hundred with him, man.

- Day one.

- We really just wanted

to show you the kitchen, man.

Yeah, you ain't even know

this was a refrigerator.

See? We got you.

Okay well then get back to the living room.

PAT:
Alright, Chris. Let's break it up.

Snoop, the take was twenty pounds.

That entitles you to ten, bro.

Oh man.

It is so beautiful doing

business with y'all, man.

It's a treat when playas meet.

Grown Gangsta, that

mix-tape, I'm f***in' with you

but you better thank this nigga Pat, man.

He really got your back,

man. He give a f*** about you.

Yeah.

I'm outta here. Let's roll.

- Bye Snoop!

- Alright baby.

PAT:
Chris.

Seven pounds over there for you, brother.

- Oh, for real?

- Wait, nuh-uh.

For real nothing. Seven pounds from where?

Yeah wait. Hold up.

How'd you come up with that?

That ain't adding up, homeboy.

Okay, all the equipment, the setup, him

dealing with the grow house day to day,

that's seven pounds right there, homie.

- Appreciate you.

- It's been fun, man.

If we do this again maybe you guys

will end up with something, y'know?

Ha!

So... what about ours?

Terri and Reg.

Mhmm.

Three pounds.

DARIUS:
Not a seed more.

I hope you got your sh*t outta here

because I'm about to lock

it up. Give me the keys.

Listen, while you working on the house,

go on ahead and throw

in some ratchet locks.

And work on your feet.

And his toenails. Then on his fingers.

Goodbye.

Damn.

Whoo!

Damn.

I feel like LeBron right

before he won the big one, man.

We was so close!

Look at this.

Says right here,

"In the end, the happiest day

of your grow is after step ten."

Do I look happy?

What the hell is you smiling 'bout?

All that sh*t we been through

and all you got to show for

it is that one damn blunt.

Not exactly.

What?

We still got two pounds

we didn't know we had.

How's that? We weighed it all out.

We still had that Bugged Out in the garage.

I ain't smokin' that.

I ain't either.

Huh?

Oh! You switched...

You happy now, ain't you?

Hell yeah I'm happy!

I know you is.

You a smart mothafucka, man!

Hey, man, I learned from the best, bro.

We learned from each other, bro.

- My man.

- Let me hit that. Let me hit that.

- Nope.

- Let me hit that.

Wow, you guys look happy.

Actually it's our last day

disturbing your neighborhood.

We moving out.

Mhmm. So the crop must be done.

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