The Wash Page #6

if you don't start kickin' the hood in.|You already losing business.

- ( dial tone )|- How am I losin'--

What the hell?!

That's what I've been|trying to tell you.

There's some niggas-- I mean|some guys blocking the entrance.

Why didn't you tell them|to move?!

Hell, that ain't no problem.

I can handle this, sh*t!

Cars don't stop bullets.|Move out of the way!

Come on!

Hit that sh*t! Yeah!|Yeah, my nigga!

Hit that!|Hit that!, my nigga!

( banging )

( rumbling )

- What's wrong? Hit the sh*t.|- They broke, man.

Get the hell off my property!|Move it!

- Punk ass!|- You done broke the sh*t.

- Shut up!|- Just look cool.

Man, I got it.

The nerve of them young punks,|calling and threatening me.

- I wish they would call here again.|- ( phone ringing )

Hello?

Man on phone:
Don't forget about|what I said.

You son of a b*tch!

Where's Dewayne|when you need him?!

I'm going to lunch.

- Dee:
So what you need, dog?|- Give me that funky stuff.

I got three for 50|up here right now.

- What you givin' me for $1 00?|- I give you six for $1 00.

Dee Loc is the name.|Chronic smoke is the game.

I'm at The Wash|24 and more.

Motherf***er!

That's that real sh*t,|sticky, icky icky.

Good lookin', baby.

Chill out on the weed sales|out in the open like that.

- Damn!|- Oh yeah?

Chill out, huh?

- You're from the East coast now?|- Kill that sh*t.

For real, dog.|Do that sh*t on the low.

You're doin' too much, cuz.|Get the f*** up out of mines.

He's in somebody else's|business.

Loc's lettin' him|have it!

- I got this sh*t way under control.|- Get your paper, cuz.

Dee:
In case you forgot,|I've been getting my hustle on

long before you became|assistant manager.

How the f*** you think I'm able|to pay my half and yours?

Sure ain't from the checks|I've been getting from up in here.

So what you need to go do|is holler at Mr. Wash

and get an advance,|cause I need chippers 91 1 .

I'm trying to keep|you from gettin' fired.

- You can't fire me!|- I can do nothin' with you.

What you need to do|is go get me my chips!

- With dip!|- Here he comes.

Cause you delinquent!|Motherf***er!

Tryin' to knock my hustle,|nigga!

You give me $50,|you give me your $19,

- I sell both of these these sacks--|- Sean: Hey, Dee!

Like I said, cuz,|I'm up here all day, everyday.

Come see me.|Get your money right.

- Let me get that sack.|- Get on out of here.

Hey!

- I remember you.|- Oh, so you do remember me now.

Yeah.

( chuckling )

But I bet you don't remember|my brother.

But we ain't never|been introduced.

Yo, yo, yo, don't...

Let me explain.|See, there's been a big, big--

( bones cracking )

( coins falling )

( gagging )

Hey! Wake up!

What happened to you?

Did you get|knocked the f*** out?

You've seen this guy?

Huh, no?

Officer:
So Chris has|not been here since then?

I don't know where these kids go|once they get fired.

Are you saying you|don't know his whereabouts?

I'm saying what I just said.|I cut his ass loose. You feel me?

( phone ringing )

Excuse me.

- Hello?|- Hi, Mr. Washington.

( chuckling )|What should I shoot out first,

the windows or the doors?

That's gonna look|so good on you.

( yelling )|A**hole!!

I can't have you here making it look|like something happened.

If I hear anything,|I keep it to myself.

Can you allow me|to run this place of biz?

I understand what you're saying,|but this kid's in trouble.

- He's also armed and dangerous.|- So am I, Mr. Officer.

So am I.

Have a nice day, gentlemen.

''And this too shall pass.''

Amen!

There they go!

Sean:
Let me see|your hands!

Officer:
Step out of the car|with your hands in the air!

What the f*** is going on, man?|What?!

Hey, what the f***, man?!

Come on, man!|God damn!

- Hey, those are my nuts, man!|- Got your ass now, huh?

We ain't did nothing.|What the f***'s going on?

You look like one of them Crips.

- Or is you a Blood?|- Man, I don't gang bang, homie.

Is that right?|It don't matter.

- We got you for possession anyway.|- Dee: Possession?

I got nothing but some weed,|that's it.

- This don't look like weed to me.|- That ain't my sh*t.

It is now.

How the f*** you gonna|place dope on me?

Cause I can.|I'm the L-A-P-D!

- I thought we was homeboys.|- Nigga, what?

I'll blow your motherfuckin'|head off!

( woman laughing )

( Sean laughing )

Motherf***er!

Sean:
Have some champagne.

( woman continues laughing )

Woman:
It's the good stuff.

Indeed.|Nothing but the best.

- Woman:
You spilled a little.|- Come here.

I always wanted to try this.

It's just my roommate.

( loud music playing )

Damn!

Excuse me one minute,|all right?

Yeah.

( turns music louder )

- Is that better?|- Yeah, it's fine.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.|Everything's fine.

Excuse me one minute.|I'll take care of it.

Dee!

Sean:
Turn it down some.

Why you keep playing|this bullshit?

Turn it down!

Dee!

What, cuz?

I try to chill out with my date|and you're f***ing the mood up!

I don't give a f***|about you or your date.

This ain't ''The Dating Game''!

This is the motherfuckin' spot,|nigga.

Good looking now, dog.|That's all I was saying.

Look, I can just come back|another time.

No, no, we can't do that.

We can't let one idiot|spoil it for us.

- Right.|- I'm havin' a good time.

- You're having a good time?|- Yeah. It's fun.

So, umm...

now...

where were we?

- Sean:
Hmmm... damn, baby!|- Michelle: Mmmm, just like that.

Sean:
Smelling good,|looking good.

Michelle:
The champagne's|got me feelin' good.

Mmmm.|I'm glad your roommate shut up.

( chuckling )

Sean:
I told you everything|would be all right.

You gonna let me see it?

Hey!

Where the weed at, Sean?|Excuse me.

Let me cut some light on.

Sean, who this?|Anyway, I'm Diane.

Oh!

Oh!

You got the champagne|crackin' tonight!

Oh, damn! All I got was beer.|A measly-ass 40!

Looky here, looky here!|Candles burning,

roses... a fireplace.

Vickey, I say it's looking|a little freaky up in here.

- Vickey:
Uh-uh.|- What the f*** y'all doin'?

Shooting a ''prono''?

( chuckles )

You know what?|Dee Loc told me

now that he got you|thatjob at The Wash--

you be acting|all funny style and sh*t.

- What's up with that?|- Michelle: Insurance, huh?

Why did you lie to me?

You could've told me|you worked at the car wash.

- Yeah, but--|- And I liked you.

I'm sick of dumbass men|who don't know how to treat me.

Lose my number!|Excuse me.

Gets to steppin'.

F***!

What the f***|y'all doing here anyway?

- That's what you get, nigga.|- Dee: Hey babies,

Century Club|is calling our names.

I know y'all ready|to go get yours on.

- Diane:
Yeah, baby.|- Y'all go warm the coupe up.

- Diane:
Bye, Sean.|- Peace.

While you're here popping|bottles of champagne,

make sure that rent money|pop up tomorrow.

I left you some lotion|in the room,

in case you feel the urge.

What the fuckjust happened?

F***!

Mr. Wash?

Mr. Washington?

( glass breaking )

''C, I got yo Boss man...''

''Mr. Washington.

Me and the homies|want da money fo' his ass.

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