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WITH IT.

MAN.

YOU PRETTY GOOD.

YOU'RE PRETTY GOOD, YO.

YOU WANNA BE A GOOD DRIVER,

YOU GOTTA PAY ATTENTION

TO THE ROAD.

YOU GOTTA STAY FOCUSED

AND BE AWARE.

YEAH, EVERYTHING'LL BE--

EVERYTHING'LL BE ALL RIGHT.

UM...I DEFINITELY WILL HAVE IT--

[horn honking]

I'M ON THE PHONE, MAN!

YO.

YEAH, YEAH.

SORRY ABOUT THAT.

BUT THIS IS WHAT--

[horn honking]

THIS IS WHAT I'M GONNA DO.

[laying on horn]

I'M ON THE PHONE, MAN!

YEAH. NO, I DEFINITELY

SHOULD HAVE THINGS IN ORDER--

HEY, WOOD!

WHAT YOU DOING, MAN?

WOOD!

WHAT'S UP WITH Y'ALL SHORTIES

IN THESE SKINNY JEANS, MAN?

- THAT'S THE STYLE NOWADAYS.

- THAT'S WHAT YOU INTO?

- YEAH, BUT I'M NOT INTO

THAT TIGHT-TIGHT STUFF.

I JUST WEAR LIKE SEMI-TIGHT,

WHERE YOU CAN GET THE WRINKLES.

- YEAH, DON'T BE WEARING THEM

TOO TIGHT, MAN.

THEY MIGHT HURT YOUR BALLS.

- [laughs]

YOU CRAZY, UNC.

- KENISHA BARTON.

[both laugh]

YOU EVER SHOT A GUN BEFORE?

- NO.

BUT I USE MAN MAN'S BB GUN.

WE PRACTICE ON DEAD RATS.

- THIS AIN'T MAN MAN'S BB GUN.

SLIDE DOWN.

LOOK. THAT'S YOUR TRIGGER FINGER

RIGHT HERE.

ALL RIGHT, DON'T PUT I ON THE TRIGGER YET.

'CAUSE YOU LEARNING.

EXTEND THAT ARM.

YOU ALL RIGHT?

- YEAH. JUST A LITTLE HEAVY.

BUT I COULD--

I CAN HANDLE IT.

- EXTEND IT.

YEAH.

- LIKE THAT?

- YEAH.

NOW, EYE DOWN THE MIDDLE.

PULL THE TRIGGER.

[echoing voices]

- HEY, SOME LITTLE KID

OUT HERE.

SOME MAN WITH A SUIT.

- OPEN THE DOOR, SHORTY.

- OPEN THE DOOR UP!

[electronic music]

- WHAT'S UP, SHORTY?

NAME'S WOODY.

- AREN'T YOU A CUTIE?

- WHERE'S JAMISON?

WHAT UP, Y'ALL?

- YOUR ASS IS LATE.

- WE HAD TO HANDLE

SOME BUSINESS, MAN.

- NEWT...

COME HERE.

- WHAT ABOUT HIM?

- YOU KIDS GO IN THERE

AND PLAY WITH THAT XBOX.

YOU KEEP YOUR EYES ON HIM.

I DON'T WAN NONE OF MY SH*T MISSING.

- YOU KNOW HOW TO PLAY?

- YEAH, I'M REAL GOOD.

- IT DON'T MATTER,

I'LL STILL WHIP YOUR ASS.

- MY NAME'S WOODY.

- MAN, AIN'T NOBODY ASK YOU

YOUR DAMN NAME.

PICK UP THE CONTROLLER.

THIS GONNA BE EASY.

- HEY, TURN THAT SH*T DOWN!

ANGEL.

ALMOND MILK.

AL-MOND MILK!

- WHATEVER.

- DON'T MAKE ME KNOCK

ON YOUR DOOR.

PLEASE SIT DOWN,

VINCENT.

[chuckling]

YOU'RE WELL-DRESSED

ON THE OUTSIDE, VINCENT.

BUT WHAT ABOUT THE INSIDE?

- HEY, CAN YOU

MAKE THIS SH*T QUICK, YO?

- [cackling]

I BET YOU STILL PU DEAD THINGS IN YOUR BODY.

ME?

[patting himself]

ONLY LIVING THINGS.

[chuckling]

AND MY SH*T--IT FLOATS.

YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY.

WHAT THE F*** IS WRONG

WITH LIL BABY?

HOW MANY TIMES I TOLD HIM,

"YOU CAN'T COUNT MONEY

WITH GUNS IN YOUR HANDS."

- I AIN'T THINKING

ABOUT LIL BABY.

CAN YOU HURRY UP, YO?

- RELAX.

IT'S GOOD.

NOW WE WAIT TILL THIS SHI HITS MY BODY.

[phone chimes]

VINCENT.

HA!

[chuckling]

VINCENT, MY BROTHER.

[sighs]

[phone chimes]

YOU USED TO BE A GENERAL

IN FISH'S ARMY.

A GUY LIKE YOU IS NOT SUPPOSED

TO BE SOME FOOT SOLDIER.

- I GOT MY OWN PLANS, MAN.

I'M HERE DOING A FAVOR FOR FISH.

- [chuckling]

SH*T, NIGGA.

YOU GOT NO PLANS.

YOU ARE A WANDERING RA IN A MAZE

LOOKING FOR CHEESE.

[clicking teeth]

BUT THERE'S NO CHEESE.

I MEAN, WHEN HAVE YOU KNOWN

FISHSTICKS TO DO A FAVOR

FOR ANYBODY ELSE, HUH?

- [chuckles]

HEY, YO.

YOU SUCK, MAN.

HEY, YO,

YOU WANT SOME LEMONADE?

- HEY!

- YO! I'M TALKING TO YOU!

- HEY!

MAKE THE KID:

SOME OF YOUR SUGAR WATER

AND SIT YOUR ASS DOWN.

YOU ARE STARTING

TO IRRITATE ME.

- THAT SH*T AIN' HIT YOU YET, YO?

- RELAX, MY BROTHER,

VINCENT.

AH. OH!

OH.

AHH, VINCENT.

THIS IS SOME GOOD SH*T, MAN.

AH.

THIS...

THAT IS SOME GOOD SH*T.

HEH.

THAT IS SOME GOOD SH*T,

VINCENT.

HA!

THAT IS SOME GOOD SH*T.

- LET ME GET THAT PAPER.

- OKAY, OKAY, OKAY.

DID YOU THINK MAYBE

YOU ARE NOT SENT HERE

TO GET THE MONEY?

- GET THE GUN!

[gunshots]

[grunting]

- WOODY, GET THE GUN, MAN!

SHOOT HIM, WOOD!

SHOOT HIM!

[gun fires]

[muffled] WOODY!

WOODY, SNAP THE F***

OUT OF IT!

SNAP THE F***

OUT OF IT, WOODY.

HELP ME FIND THE MONEY!

HELP ME FIND IT, WOODY!

- [grunting]

[brakes screech]

F*** THESE NIGGAS!

F*** THESE NIGGAS!

THIS NIGGA'S TRYING TO KILL ME.

F***.

MAN, NOW,

STOP ALL THAT CRYING.

- WHAT HAPPENED? WHY DIDN' THEY GIVE US THE MONEY?

- WASN'T NO MONEY.

IT WAS A F***ING SETUP.

SH*T. F***.

- THEN WHAT SHOULD WE DO?

- WE?

IT AIN'T NO WE!

YOU LEFT ME OUT THERE!

YOU FROZE UP ON ME!

LIKE A LITTLE B*TCH, MAN!

YOU ALMOST LEFT ME

TO GET KILLED!

- I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

- YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO?

I TOLD YOU WHAT TO DO!

I TOLD YOU WHAT TO DO!

WHY DIDN'T YOU DO WHAT I SAID?

- I SHOULD BE WITH MOM,

NOT YOU.

- MAN, YOUR MAMA

DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU!

SHE DON'T CARE!

SHE AIN'T THINKIN' ABOUT YOU.

- I HATE YOU!

- MAN...

HEY, WHAT-WHAT--

YOU BETTER CALM DOWN.

YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE

F***ING WITH RIGHT NOW?

WOODY!

WOODY!

WOODY!

WOODY!

WOODY!

WHERE YOU GOING, BOY?

COME HERE!

WOODY!

WOODY!

WOODY, COME HERE!

WOODY!

WOODY.

COME HERE. COME HERE.

COME HERE.

- LET GO!

- COME HERE, COME HERE.

COME HERE.

COME HERE, MAN.

- GET OFF!

I'M TELLING THE COPS EVERYTHING!

- CALM DOWN.

- OW!

- HEY, HEY.

CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN.

- GET OFF ME!

- HEY, YOU WANNA SEE YOUR

MOTHER AGAIN, HMM?

CALM DOWN.

- LIL MAN.

YOU ALL RIGHT?

- YEAH.

WE GOOD.

WE WAS JUST PLAYING A GAME.

- YOU HAVEN'T BEEN HUR IN ANY KINDA WAY, HAVE YOU?

- NAW, NOT AT ALL.

- TAKE THIS OUT OF MY STATION.

- YES, SIR.

- I'M REALLY TIRED,

I'M GOING HOME.

- WE AIN'T GOT NO HOME, MAN.

YOUR GRANDMOTHER--

SHE CAN'T TAKE CARE OF YOU.

I'M ALL YOU GOT.

- IF YOU'RE ALL I GOT,

WHY YOU HIT ME:

AND PUT ME:

THROUGH ALL THIS TODAY?

- I AIN'T GOT NOBODY EITHER.

PEOPLE I THOUGHT I TRUSTED, MAN,

I CAN'T TRUST--

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT--

I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY--

I DON'T EVEN KNOW

WHAT THEY WERE DOING.

I DON'T KNOW.

TELLING YOU, I DON'T KNOW.

- THEN WHY'D YOU SAY THA ABOUT MY MOTHER?

- I LOVE YOUR MOTHER.

I LOVE YOU TOO, MAN.

WOOD, I LOVE YOU, BRO.

I'MA TAKE CARE OF YOU.

I JUST NEED THIS MONEY, MAN,

I NEED IT.

I NEED THIS MONEY.

I NEED IT.

I PROMISE I'LL TAKE YOU

TO NORTH CAROLINA.

- TONIGHT.

- TONIGHT.

- THAT ONE'S GONE.

- YEAH.

BALTIMORE'S

A BEAUTIFUL CITY, MAN.

- YOU'RE NOT JUST SAYING THA 'CAUSE YOU'RE FROM HERE, RIGHT?

- [chuckling]

NAW, I LOVE THIS PLACE, MAN.

IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

- UGH.

- SEE THAT BUILDING

RIGHT THERE?

- WHERE? RIGHT THERE?

- YEAH, THE WHITE ONE.

THAT'S MY GAME CHANGER.

THAT'S IT.

- YOU KNOW WHAT?

WHEN I SEE MY MOTHER,

I'MA TAKE HER OUT TO FAIDLEY'S.

YEAH. I'M GONNA

GET HER EVERYTHING.

FATTEST CRABS:

YOU COULD POSSIBLY THINK OF.

SHRIMP, CRAB CAKES.

- BET YOUR MOTHER'LL

LOVE THAT.

YOU KNOW, A LONG TIME AGO,

A BOAT SAILED THIS HARBOR...

WITH A YOUNG SLAVE.

HE WAS ABOUT YOUR AGE.

HE WAS SPECIAL, THOUGH,

'CAUSE HE TAUGHT HIMSELF

HOW TO READ AND WRITE.

HE TAUGHT OTHER SLAVES

HOW TO READ AND WRITE TOO.

YOU KNOW WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT?

- YEAH.

FREDERICK DOUGLASS.

- HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT HIM?

- WE LEARNED ABOUT HIM

IN SCHOOL.

HISTORY CLASS.

- OH, THAT'S TIGHT.

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