Jamesy Boy Page #4

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maybe they'll...

maybe they'll transfer

me out of here.

Where do you think you are?

Administration would never side

with an inmate against the system.

Everybody looks out for their own.

All right.

You're close.

Just keep your head down.

All right, once you're out of here, you'll

get a new girlfriend with bigger tits.

Yeah?

You promise?

Did your old girlfriend

have big tits?

Um, I... no.

I promise.

What are you doin' here?

Thought Roc was sending Drew?

He couldn't come.

It's just me.

Who the f*** are you?

We're here to collect for Roc.

The f*** you are.

I deals with Roc.

Not his little schoolboy b*tches.

Come on, man.

You know we work for Roc, it

doesn't have to be that way.

Actually, let's do it

exactly this way.

You wanna test us?

Fine.

Pick it up.

Pick it up!

Okay, you pick it up.

James, let's just...

Pick it up!

Now where's the money?

What do you see here, man?

Is this a f***ing game

of cops and robbers?

I don't have any.

Bullshit.

Bullshit!

What's in the safe?

Shut up!

Stop screaming!

What are you doing?

Yo!

What are you doing?

Bro, somebody's gonna see you.

What the f***!

You're insane!

Holy sh*t!

What?

Look at this!

How much you think

this sh*t's worth?

You're an idiot.

What was I supposed to do?

Turn around and leave the room

with my tail

between my f***ing legs?

With a gun on you?

Yeah. That's exactly what

you're supposed to do.

You wanna live to be like Roc?

Then you gotta be smart.

Stop doing 90

with a trunk full of drugs.

I'd rather die young

than just coast through life

without ever stepping up.

Being a man is about

taking initiative.

A man?

You're not a man.

You're just a little boy

with a death wish.

F*** you!

Grow up!

What about Roc?

Is he a man?

Is that why you f***ed him?

James.

Stop.

What about those guys in the club?

Are they men too? I said stop.

You're just a piece of ass to them.

That's all you'll ever be.

Don't you f***ing

walk away from me!

Unlock the fridge!

Unlock the f***ing fridge!

Hello?

Sh*t.

I'm sorry.

You have ID?

Um...

It's my dad's store.

We live next door.

I help out when I'm not in school.

I dunno if you know this,

but there's some lunatics

running around this hood.

Especially at this time of night.

He's drunk.

So it's either do it myself

or we lose the business

for the night.

Fair enough.

Anyway, I can handle myself.

What happened to your hand?

You scared of me?

I don't know.

Maybe.

You want a cigarette?

Maybe.

Thanks.

And what are you doing?

Magic trick.

Yeah?

Yeah.

'Kay...

You see?

Full pack.

Mm-hmm.

But wait.

Little shake.

And...

they're gone.

But wait...

They're back.

No way!

Way.

Oh!

I applaud you.

Who was that girl

you were with last week?

Oh...

that is, um, Crystal.

She's all right.

What the f*** did you do?

Roc.

Calm down, bro.

This guy was trying

to screw you over.

I was just showing

a little initiative.

A little initiative?

Yeah.

I'm doing this sh*t for you, man.

Oh.

Thank God.

'Cause, see,

that's not what I thought.

I thought you got

your pride wounded.

And that you stupidly,

without thinking about it,

burned one of my contacts.

My business partners.

Just to make yourself feel better.

That's not how it is...

Shut the f*** up!

It's not how it...

Shut up!

That's not all!

I also thought you stole

a huge f***ing bag of guns

and brought it back to my house!

I oughta fill you

with f***ing lead.

James...

Then, James, I thought no.

No.

Jamesy Boy wouldn't do that.

Jamesy Boy's smart.

Jamesy Boy would know

that guns are a sh*t business.

'Cause if we sell them

on the street...

any punk b*tch

who gets busted with one

just to get a couple years

knocked off their time!

F***in' James.

That is my money in that bag.

You and D are gonna figure out

a way to fix this.

You feel me?

Yeah.

Hmm?

Yeah.

Come in.

Sorry to bother you, sir.

This is with the medical kites.

Put him in room four.

Sir.

Must be important... if

you wanna talk to me.

Take Cesario off the yard

until his hearing.

Put him in PC.

He's too weak.

You don't get into a fight for a week,

I'm supposed to think you grew a heart.

Somebody's gonna hurt him?

Great.

Gimme a name.

This is an inmate who was involved

in a near fatal knife fight

in my shower room.

That's bullshit...

No, but I don't know

that because, see,

you didn't make a statement

at the time, did you?

So you're gonna let the kid die

to teach me a f***ing lesson?

Hey, watch your tone, convict.

Remember who you're talking to.

There are 30,000 people

incarcerated in this state

right at this very minute,

you know how many work here?

3,000.

Total.

My COs come to work ten hours a day

completely surrounded

by a**holes like you

who spend 24 trying out

how to murder him.

Big badge of honour to take down

a corrections officer,

ain't that right?

No, for Chris...

If I can't afford to make

the distinction...

you think I'm an a**hole

because it's fun?

I do it...

because that's how my guys survive.

I'm taking a real risk sitting

down with you right now.

I'm asking you.

Person to person.

There's nothing I can do.

Hey, yo, white boy...

Heard you been talking to Falton.

You mention me,

or any one of my soldagos...

I'll make sure you get

your throat cut.

Hey, controllate.

It ain't my fault your

little b*tch ass boyfriend

keeps on falling down stairs.

You're gonna f*** up

his release, you know that?

Do something.

You ain't got no heart.

Do something, white boy.

Come on.

Hit me.

I wanna see them revoke your ass.

Right here.

Free shot, white boy.

Take your shot, right here.

Yo, wreck that motherf***er, JB.

Do something!

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

Uh, yeah.

Is Sarah around?

Do you know what damn time it is?

Dad, it's okay.

I used to take walks

like this with my mom.

Yeah?

Before she got sick.

The spine, yeah.

She got better.

But she hasn't been the same since.

I think for a while there she

thought she was gonna die

and she was disappointed

that the world didn't stop.

My dad still had the store,

I still went to school.

I made her angry.

Man, you don't hold back, do you.

I can stop if you want.

No, I didn't mean it like that.

I've been institutionalized

since I was six.

What did you do when you were six?

I was an angry kid.

I used to get into fights,

break things, sh*t like that.

My whole life I've never been

to a regular school.

And as far as I can remember,

every room I walked into...

they already knew

I was a lost cause.

All I want...

is a normal life.

What if a man came from the future

and said you'd have a happy life?

What if he showed you your future wife and

your children and you're all totally happy?

Would you be scared?

I don't know.

Not that it matters.

I'm not the kind of girl

that rises above all this.

I'm not so pretty and I

don't do that well in school.

Nobody's coming from the future

to tell us anything.

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