Lockdown Page #2

Just real cool.

I'm just gonna find a place

to pull over.

Just turn in here. Just turn here.

Oh, man! Yo, watch out!

Watch out!

Hands up! Let me see them!

Get your hands up

where I can see them!

Slowly exit the vehicle!

Driver, come on out!

Get out of the vehicle!

Gray sweatshirt,

come around the front.

Place your fingers behind your

head! Blue shirt, slowly!

Come on around the back of the car!

Everyone, keep your hands up!

Keep them up where I can see them!

- Why you pull us over?

- Cash, be quiet.

- Driver, I need to see identification.

- We ain't do nothing!

Shut the f*** up.

I need to see some identification!

Slowly!

- Cash!

- Reach for your ID!

Move slowly!

Chill, Hitler.

- Sh*t!

- Motherfuck...

- Don't move!

- Yo, Cash, don't!

What you doing, man?!

No!

F***!

Freeze! Don't move!

- Don't shoot.

- Keep your hands up!

- Okay, sir, I'm down!

- Get your hands behind your back.

Get down! Don't move!

Les get an ambulance in here, now.

Is them right there.

Thas them at that table.

The state of New Mexico

finds you guilty as charged.

Okay, les go.

Come on.

I've got eight from County.

Welcome to the Big Papa.

You've got exactly 30 seconds

to remove your clothing!

Anything you can't remove in

30 seconds, we'll do for you.

Now, drop your gear!

Buck-naked, gentlemen! Les go!

Move through the gates.

Stay to your right.

Bellybutton to butt cheeks.

Move it!

Upstairs.

The f*** you looking at?

Damn, you look like a fresh cake.

Give me a piece.

I'm gonna bring some real

drama to this motherf***er.

- Shut up!

- F*** you, man!

- I said, shut up!

- I said, f*** you!

You got a loud mouth, punk.

F*** you, motherf***er!

- Look who done breezed in.

- Yo, what up?

You, nigga.

Just what a brother needs,

a new cellie.

Go ahead, take a cig, my nig.

Anything I got, you can have.

Know what I mean?

You can put a nigga strezzy tonizzy.

No, you know what?

I'm gonna set

a nigga straight right now.

From here on out, you run your

mouth, I'll break your jaw!

You sniff too hard,

I'm gonna f***ing bust your nose!

You look at me wrong,

motherf***er...

...l'm gonna burn your

f***ing eyes out. Hear me?

I shoulve known they wouldn't

let me keep this cell to myself.

I'm Malachi Young.

Everybody around here

calls me Mal.

What about you?

Quit stressing! Quit stressing!

I'm not the one. I'm not the one.

Les get one thing straight: I'm not

a b*tch, and I ain't looking for one.

Understand me?

I've been locked down

since I was 23.

Hard time! I got two months left

before they cut me loose.

You bring conflict to this cell,

you bring it to me...

...jeopardizing me getting free.

I can't let that happen.

You understand me, young brother?

Yeah.

Good.

You the new fish.

You got the top bunk.

- Whas up, man?

- Whas up?

Just looking at these pictures, man.

You like, bro?

Yeah, is nice, man.

I was tripping off of them.

Yeah, my girlfriend sends me these.

They're all in Japanese, so I don't

understand what they're saying...

...but it really don't matter.

I just look at the pictures.

Pretty cool, man.

Check it out.

- All right if I have a seat?

- Yeah, chill out.

Thanks, you know. I appreciate it.

Whas up?

Hey, man, how you doing?

All right, man. Whas up?

Pretty cool, huh?

You don't even need

to know the words.

Is like the pictures

speak for themselves.

I like that.

Thas right, b*tch.

What the f*** are you doing, man?!

- Let me go, man!

- Shut up!

What the f*** are you doing?!

Hey, man, let me the f*** out!

- Scream for Daddy.

- What the f*** you doing, man?!

Sugar baby. Come on.

F***er!

Keep it moving. Keep it moving.

Through this door.

- No slacking.

- Single-file line. Move it!

Against the wall, single file!

- Hands to your sides!

- Yo, Avery.

- Yo, Avery.

- What?

Shut the f*** up!

- Single file. Les go. Keep it moving.

- Come on, ladies.

Guards can hit you

any time they want?

- No talking in line, Avery.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- I woulve been talking in line.

- Yo, man, let me talk to you.

- I'll get with you in a minute.

- All right.

- I told you in County I ain't talking to you.

- This ain't County.

- We might need each other.

- I'd be with my girl and boy if not for you.

- What the f*** you saying?

- You f***ed up my life.

I'm not just gonna forgive you

just like that.

Whas up, Cashmere?

Yo, Clean Up.

- F*** you, then, motherf***er!

- F*** you.

Punk b*tch.

- Whas up?

- Ain't nothing.

- How you feeling, boy?

- All right.

You need something in here,

you holler.

Sure.

These my homeys here.

Alize, Ruckus, Nuke.

And thas the rest of the family.

Whas up?

Word from County is you capped

some b*tch at a hamburger stand.

- Then got buck-wild with the police.

- I did draw on this cop.

B*tch shot my dog.

Thas the way it is with family.

That dog was my family.

We don't give a f*** if is a cop.

We gonna scrap for ours,

so f*** it.

I hear that.

We ain't tripping.

You family in here.

Les go play some ball.

You gotta start working

on your day-to-day.

Yeah, but I just never had

no days like this.

Whad you do when you was

on the outside?

Worked in a garage. Spent most

of my free time swimming.

- Swimming?

- Yeah.

Get the f*** out of here.

- I didn't know black people swam.

- You're looking at one.

Thas some sh*t.

Looking at a scholarship

to get back in school...

...before all this sh*t happened.

What about your family?

Got a girl, little boy.

How about you?

No.

I've been locked down so long,

my family done forgot I exist, man.

What you gonna do

when you get out?

I don't know.

I think I'm gonna rob me a bank...

...move to Hawaii.

No, I'm just f***ing around.

I don't know.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Sh*t look worse than

it really is in here.

Nothing on the street

I can't have in here.

I run this motherf***er,

and they run in it.

- That guard on the stairs, whas up?

- Who, Gains?

Thas my man.

Thas protection.

- He in for a piece.

- What about that Mexican?

Who, Perez?

Thas Graffiti's boy.

In other words, nigga,

thas the competition.

- Sh*t.

- Don't even trip.

I'm gonna take care of that sh*t

real soon, nigga.

See them brothers there?

Thas the Hispanics.

They speak that Espanola sh*t,

but they're really two separate gangs.

The motherfuckers hate each other.

How could I get my hands

on some chronic?

You ain't getting this. Alize.

Thas the trustee, nigga. Whatever

you need, he gonna hook you up.

I'll look out for you

till you get on your feet.

You still got Dana

running sh*t up here?

Nigga, what about Dana?

I just thought we was

fifty-fifty on that.

You already talking that

fifty-fifty sh*t?

- Ain't nothing fifty-fifty in here.

- Right.

Yo, dog,

check this sh*t out over here, man.

- I got you.

- Be cool, now.

Take care of yourself, big man.

Nigga Louis think because he played

football, nigga wouldn't touch him.

I know he f***ing with Graffiti,

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