Lockdown

Are you nervous?

What do I got to be nervous about?

They just got reps from major

universities coming...

...that could change everything

for you and me and Jordan...

...but, nah...

...l'm not nervous.

So, what are you saying?

I'm saying I'm very nervous.

Listen.

Just pretend is me and Jordan

watching you swim laps at the YMCA.

- You and Jordan?

- Yeah.

All right.

What you need?

Come here, shorty.

What you got there, man?

Give me that.

Better not be trying your

sticky fingers on me.

Mind my sh*t. I'll be right back.

Yes! Oh, Cashmere!

Yo, Cash!

Cashmere!

Sh*t.

What are you doing?

I got business to tend to.

- What about this business?

- I'm done with that.

All you need to worry about

is going to that prison...

...and getting Clean Up my drugs.

Now, we clear on that?

- We're clear on that.

- Hitler, come on.

Come on. Les go make some money.

Don't bring that dog

over here next to me.

Ain't got all f***ing day.

Give me my pay.

Just keep that

motherf***er over there.

- Why you so amped, nigga?

- Time is motherfucking money.

Got a swim meet to go to.

Swim meet?

Niggas don't f***ing swim, nigga.

My boy Avery Montgomery do.

I know him. Nigga think

he Flipper or some sh*t.

Niggas need to stick

to what they know.

Selling this rock out here.

That boy gonna make something of

himself, just like I will selling rock.

I hear you. I'm gonna make

something of myself too.

- You short.

- What you talking about?

- The rest of my money.

- Huh?

Are you deaf? Where's the rest?

- I was gonna tell you about that.

- Just give me my money!

Calm down. Listen a minute.

I need you to front me.

Thas bullshit. If Clean Up was out

here, your ass wouldn't ask for sh*t.

Get out of my face.

Who you think you talking to?

Give me my motherfucking money.

- F***ing b*tch!

- What, motherf***er?

You want some? What the f***?

All right, nigga.

- All right.

- Yeah.

You got till tomorrow

to come up with my money!

Shoulve f***ing killed me!

I better see my money.

- I'm gonna see you, son!

- Punk b*tch.

- Come on, man! I ain't got all day!

- I'm coming, man.

- Dang.

- Get in the back, baby.

Hitler!

Whas up, Hitler?

I told you I was coming.

I don't know how you do it.

- Do what?

- Work them hours in that hot-ass place.

I'd melt like a motherfucking M&M.

Wasn't a lot of people looking to hire

me after I dropped out of high school.

Why don't you work for me?

What you scared of?

Besides my moms and Krista, man?

Come on.

They knew I was slinging rock,

they'd tear my ass up.

They got to get in line, because

I'd be the first to kick your ass.

Man, I ain't messing with that.

You can count on that.

Will that be all?

Will that be all?

You want something else, man?

Ketchup with them french fries.

And ketchup for them french fries.

Don't forget the ketchup!

Please pull around to the window.

Thall be $6.50.

Can I get you anything else?

Give me all the f***ing money.

- Give me all the f***ing money!

- Hurry up!

- No!

- Give me the money!

Shut the f*** up!

Get the f*** out of here!

Les hear it for Danielle Gold

in lane four.

- Hey, Dad.

- Hey, baby.

I thought that law firm had you

chained to the desk.

This hotshot you been talking about

better be fast. I have to get back to work.

You'll see.

Damn! Look at the bodies on the

motherfucking females, man.

Yo, man, you can see all that sh*t.

Thas what I'm talking about.

Hey, nigga, there go my moms

and Krista right there.

- Where my brother-in-law Avery at?

- Avery ain't your brother-in-law.

Nigga's family.

He in the family.

He's the father of your sister's baby.

That ain't your brother-in-law.

- Next event. ; the 100-meter freestyle.

- He's coming in.

- Yo!

- Avery!

- Avery, whas up?!

- Yo, whas up, my nigga?!

You number one, nigga!

Go, Avery!

You number one!

You gonna take this!

- Be quiet.

- What the f*** y'all looking at?

They mad because we taking over

all the motherfucking sports.

- Taking over swimming.

- Whas with them?

- You go, boy!

- Go, nigga!

- Avery.

- Coach.

Guy in lane six? He's got

a full ride to Arizona State.

- Is your time to shine, guy.

- Thanks.

Swimmers, step up.

Good luck.

Take your mark.

Go, Avery!

Come on, Avery!

- Stay with him! Stay with him!

- Swim, motherf***er!

Come on, baby, go!

- Go! Go! Go!

- Come on, man!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Go, Avery, swim! Swim, Avery!

Go! Yes! Go, go!

Go, baby, go!

Daddy won!

And the winner is lane four,

Avery Montgomery.

F*** that. Nobody play Broadway.

I got your money, Cashmere.

See how you handle this sh*t.

Motherf***er.

- Hey, baby. You were great.

- Thank you.

- Where's your mom taking Jordan?

- He's knocked out.

Where are the scouts at, baby?

Where they at?

I don't know. But you won the race.

- I'm good.

- Oh, no.

Avery Montgomery.

Yes.

- How you doing?

- I'm okay.

I'm Charles Pierce. I'm a scout

for several universities.

Are you in college now?

Now, no. I did a year

at community college.

I took the last year and a half off,

though. We have a little boy.

- This is my girlfriend, Krista.

- Hi.

Nice to meet you.

I've seen your last three meets.

Your times have improved each race.

- By almost two seconds tonight.

- That guy was good.

I've never been

pushed like that before.

So, what got you started swimming?

I don't know.

It just felt like my place.

Yeah, I can't keep him

out of the pool.

With your time tonight, I know of three

schools that might be interested in you.

Thas great. Thas great, man.

I tell you what.

You give me a call. Next week.

Okay. Thank you.

Fastest man in the nation, boy!

Come on, you big,

black Aquaman. Les party!

- No, man. I got a wife here.

- Come on, man!

Is okay. Go do your thing.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- Go, before I change my mind.

- Come on, man.

I'll see you later. I won't be too long.

This is how this shis supposed to be.

No matter what, we down for each other.

- No doubt.

- Thas right.

I'm always down for you, baby,

thas why I got this 40.

Cheers.

I'm gonna tell your sister

you're a drunk-ass.

Come on, man.

Oh, for real.

Oh, sh*t!

Damn, bro!

Yo, remember when we was kids and

your drunk-ass uncle used to play this?

He used to have us

singing and dancing to this sh*t.

Whas up with this in the back seat?

Thas not mine.

My shis at home.

- Then where'd it come from?

- How am I supposed to know?

'Cause is your car,

and you jeopardizing us!

I told you, the sh*t ain't mine.

- I'm getting rid of it.

- Give me that!

Be careful with the gun, man!

- Get rid of that.

- Get rid of the gun.

Baker 1-3-3. In pursuit of a white

Mustang matching description...

...of the car from the shooting

at the drive-through.

- I'm just trying to see who it belong to.

- Just throw it out!

Man, get rid of it, man!

Sh*t, the motherfucking police!

What we gonna do?

I'm gonna pull the f*** over.

Look, everything's cool, all right?

Everybody be cool, all right?

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