Lockdown Page #3

and they cutting in on my money.

Whas happening, brother?

Break this sh*t up.

Break it up!

Nobody gonna f*** with my money.

This is an E Avenue search!

When an officer stands before you,

you will strip down!

If you have a problem with this search,

you will be escorted out!

If you resist during this search,

necessary force will be used!

Get the f*** out of my sh*t.

Nate, where you work at?

You know where I work at,

in the f***ing infirmary.

- This is contraband.

- I don't give a f***.

Les go. Les go.

I see you got yourself

some protection.

That ain't mine.

- Explain it to the adjudication captain.

- It ain't mine! I just got here yesterday!

Jesus, I just got here yesterday!

You're lucky I didn't find

nothing, Graffiti.

Right.

What happened to your face?

Nothing happened to my face.

Who wants some? Huh?

Who wants some?

How'd it go?

They let me off without

an infraction.

They said it was

my first and last warning.

So the shank was yours?

Sure wasn't the Avon Lady's.

- And you knew they'd let me go.

- Yeah, I knew.

But I didn't know whether or not

I could trust you.

Now I know.

- Whas up with you, fool?

- Ain't nothing.

Is all good.

- Ain't that your man right there?

- Yeah.

Nigga holding a grudge,

saying is my fault we got sent up.

I might have to bust his ass

before is all over.

Nigga, what about now?

Motherf***er can't be on my court

unless he gonna play ball or pay rent.

So, what is it gonna be? Huh?

You walk away from this, Avery,

you won't walk away from anything else.

You and that old b*tch. Come on.

Les go. Les go.

Go, go, go.

Yeah, right here.

B*tch.

Got something for you.

Thas bullshit.

- Foul.

- No f***ing foul.

This is the pen, nigga.

My motherfucking ball.

- Our ball. Come on.

- Avery, les go, baby. Come on.

What kind of f***ing game

is this?

Got a message from Clean Up.

You're dead, motherf***er.

I need a medic over here!

- I need a medic!

- Get inside, right now. Move it!

All inmates inside!

Get your ass inside! Les go!

Lock them down!

Is chow time! Wake up, ladies!

Lockdown is over!

Les move it!

Straight to the end of the hall!

Chow time!

There goes my boy Dre.

- You ain't got nothing to say to him.

- What do you mean? He's like family.

Your boy done had

his manhood taken.

Messing with him now

is like taking on Graffiti.

Sh*t.

One of my homeys is visiting today. I'll

get you the 25 I owe you for the chronic.

Nigga, you mean 50?

How do you figure 50?

The prices went up

when we was in lockdown.

If I wouldn't have fronted you that,

I could get 50 for it right now.

- You gonna play me like that?

- Nigga, you owe me 50.

We got a problem?

No, ain't no problem.

Is your world.

Open up.

Hey, baby, is done.

Where your girl at?

She couldn't come in. They wouldn't

let her in. She has a record.

Come here!

- Who p*ssy this is?

- That hurts.

You know I need you to help me

get the goods in here.

Right.

- You gonna make the deliveries?

- I'm trying, but...

- I don't wanna hear that "trying" sh*t.

- Every girl I know has a record.

- You f***ing down with me or what?

- Yes. Yes.

- So, what the f*** I'm supposed to do?

- I'm sure you can think of somebody.

F***.

What are you doing here, Krista?

- I have some information...

- Didn't I tell you not to visit me here?

And I don't understand.

Whas your problem, Avery?

I'm supposed to be here for you.

- I can't be with you like this.

- Like what?

Like this! What am I supposed to

do here?

I can't provide for you

or be a father to our son.

Every time I see you just

reminds me of what I can't have.

So, please, just leave me alone.

I love you.

Avery.

I love you.

Is that so hard to understand?

Les be real about this, Krista.

I got 10 years. Thas damn near

half my life.

The sooner we let go,

the better off we'll both be.

- I spoke with Charles Pierce.

- Who?

The college recruiter.

He's here, and he wants to help.

- You're not listening.

- You're not listening to me!

- You may be angry or embarrassed...

- You don't know what is like!

- What what is like?

- To be a man and be locked down!

Look, I'll see this man,

but I'm telling you, don't come back.

I went over your case.

No one believed your alibi because

your prints were found all over the gun.

We found the thing!

I was trying to throw it out.

- I believe you. Thas why I wanna help.

- You believe me?

You come here four months after the fact

and think you can change everything?

I can try.

But I am not gonna beg you.

So you tell me...

...do you want my help?

Yeah.

What do I gotta do?

For starters, you can sign this paper.

It gives me the power to act

on your behalf.

- Is that it?

- No.

I need you to stay out of trouble.

You've been here a few days

and been caught with a shank.

Time earned on the inside can stick

no matter what I do.

- Stay out of trouble.

- Do you see where I am?

I stand still and trouble will find me.

You're the tough guy.

You figure it out.

Okay. Yeah.

We're back in business, boys.

Clean up, baby.

Give me the laxative.

I know you're pissed off

about Louis...

...but don't do anything stupid.

He wasn't part of your crew.

Thas wrong, man. That n*gger

was part of my business.

If you retaliate, the warden's

gonna lock this place down...

...and there ain't gonna be

no business.

I'll take my paper at the end

of the week.

F***ing b*tch.

Motherf***er!

How much sh*t he think

we supposed to take?

F*** that motherf***er!

Lefty, where are those razors

you stole from supply?

- I'll go get them.

- Yeah.

I've got a plan for that motherf***er.

Whas up with you?

- We straight.

- So is Graffiti.

- He's already working the cell block.

- Okay.

This is it, huh, nigga?

Thas all I found.

- You f***ing with my sh*t!

- Chill with that sh*t!

- I ain't gonna cross you.

- Don't play no games with me!

I wouldn't cross you, man.

F***!

How am I gonna keep

up with Graffiti like this?

What we need is a mule without a record

to bring some more product in.

- What about your main girl?

- Who, Avery?

- Thought you didn't like him.

- I got nothing against him.

That sh*t on the court was a show.

This here, nigga, is business.

I'll talk to him.

- Handle it, I'll cut you in on 15 percent.

- All right.

Sh*t. They f***ing killed Nuke.

Barkley! Lock them down.

No movement.

Yes, ma'am.

- Whas this about?

- Avery Montgomery.

He was convicted for armed robbery

and murder.

I remember. They had the dog.

They didn't have anything

to do with the shooting.

They had the gun, and the manager

picked them out.

After their faces were all over

the 11:
00 news.

It could be because they did it.

One of them tried to shoot me.

I could be dead.

We didn't come here

to get into an argument.

I appreciate that.

What do you want from me?

A few things bother me about

your report.

There was no food or wrappers

found in the car...

...and one witness said

the Mustang was a hardtop.

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