The Wash Page #7

No police, r-else.

Wait for us|to call y'all back.''

You can tell these|fools didn't graduate!

- Did you check the video?|- I didn't think about that.

Antoinette:
Oh sh*t!

Oh damn!

It look like we have to call|the police.

Didn't you read|what the note said?

- We shouldn't do that.|- What are we gonna do?

I don't know where he|keeps his money.

Broke as he act,|I wouldn't think he had any.

- We need to do something.|- God damn!

Dee:
Hey, yo, Mr. Wash?

We're in here, Dee.

What happened?

Windows and sh*t all busted?|Mr. Wash ain't gonna appreciate

how his assistant manager|did f***ed up sh*t up here.

- He won't be in today.|- Mr. Wash don't miss no paper.

- He gonna be up here.|- He ain't gonna make it today.

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

( commotion )

All right, hold up, everybody!

Listen up!

I got some very bad news|to tell you all.

Mr. Washington|has been kidnapped.

And he's being held|for ransom.

( celebrating )

Wait, wait, wait!|Hold up, hold up!

- This is serious.|- Juan: Sean,

I'll put some on it|when he gives me a raise!

Antoinette:
|This is real, fool.

We may not get a next check|if we don't do something.

We better do it fast.

I think the white man|did it.

- Why is niggas so dumb?|- Exactly!

All:
What?!

I'm just agreeing with|the homes here.

- You guys are funny.|- Dee: Enough with that bullshit.

This ain't got sh*t to do|with no white motherfuckers.

Oh, sh*t!|Wait a minute!

Remember those fools up here|yesterday blocking the entrance?

That's right,|Sherlock's homeboy.

I'd bet you a fat sack they got|Mr. Washington somewhere,

whipping|his motherfuckin' ass.

Washington:
No! No!

You let him do that|to you, son?

- Shut the f*** up!|- You shut the f*** up!

- You shut the f*** up!|- You shut the f*** up!

Nobody asked|for no cheerleaders.

What the f***|you doin' talkin'?

Washington:
Looks like somebody...

( muffled )|You stupid--

That'll hold your ass.|How you like that?

You just worry about him|gettin' our cheese.

Hey...|did you call The Wash yet?

Hold on,|let me handle some business.

- What's the number over there?|- Mmph, mmph, mmph...

mmph, mmph, mmph, mmph.

Mmph, mmph, mmph, mmph!

( muffled )|I'm gonna kick your ass!

Look here.

Them niggas gonna call,|cause they need that paper.

Just like you need|to get that paper.

Dee:
You do what you do.|Let me do what I do.

- I got this.|- All right, y'all.

Y'all gonna leave|like that, huh?

- Yep!|- F*** y'all, then!

( honking )

- What's going on around here?|- Nothing.

Put that sh*t out|and get your feet off the desk!

Damn, man!|Nigga can't do sh*t up here!

I'll charge that to your ignorance|and forget about it.

Where's my uncle?

I don't know how else|to tell you this but--

- Mr. Washington got kidnapped.|- What do you mean, ''kidnapped''?

You know,|when you've been moved

more than 1 5 feet|beyond your free will...

- Penal Code 207.|- I know my codes, man.

Think it was them fools|from the neighborhood.

Probably killed|his old ass by now.

- What do you mean-- killed?!|- Unh-unh.

Come on, fellas.|It's all about the money.

They ain't stupid enough|to hurt the man!

You're out of your|goddamn mind!

That's gonna happen every time|until they answer the phone!

- You punk!|- ( glass breaking )

What you jumpin' for?|Come here.

- What?|- The f*** you jumpin' for?

- I ain'tjumped!|- You did jump!

What you scared of?|He can't do sh*t to us!

His ass all tied up|and sh*t in here.

- Quit acting so damn scared!|- I ain't scared of nothin'!

Act like it.

I haven't heard|the phone ring all day.

( gasping )|You know what I forgot to do?

- What?|- Y'all gonna kill me!

- What?|- Transfer the phones.

- What the f***?!|- Sorry!

Transfer the sh*t!|They could've called 1 00 times!

- F***!|- Dewayne: Hey, hey!

- Everybody calm down!|- I am.

- Let's not start losing it.|- ( phone ringing )

Sean:
Brenda L. Green?

Y'all go kick back.|Back up!

- I got this sh*t, man.|- ( phone continues ringing )

- Hello?|- Hello.

Hello?

This is the motherfuckin'|kidnappers and we want the money!

- How much we talkin' about?|- You read the damn note.

Cut the chit-chat|and tell him how much we want.

Wait. Hold on.

- How much do we want?|- 50 cents, fool.

We want 50 cents, fool.

Wait. Hold on.

Two punk-ass|motherfuckin' quarters?!

$50,000.|Use your f***in' brain!

Hello? Uh...

uh...

Yeah...|Wait. Hold on.

Take me off the speaker phone,|you makin' me nervous.

Yeah, we want $50,000|in all fresh crisp twenties.

Hundreds, fool!

I mean, hundreds, fool!|C-notes.

- Stupid motherfuckers.|- You know what?

Tell them|to hold on a second.

Wait, hold on a second.|What?!

- Your mom got caller ID block?|- No, why?

Stupid motherfuckers!

( whispering )|Hang up.

Let me call you right back.

- What happened?|- Theyjust hung up.

- Now what we gonna do?|- You think they got caller ID?

- I hope not.|- I f***ed up, huh?

They must have realized|they didn't block the caller ID.

They'll call back with the block.

- ( phone ringing )|- Sean: There they go.

See?|The number's gone now.

- ( phone continues ringing )|- These guys aren't too smart.

Let me call one of my partners|at LAPD and get some info.

What's the number to 91 1?

I'll call it in.

One item 1 2...

- Sh*t.|- Enough of this bullshit.

Let me answer the phone.

- Hello?|- Hello?

Yeah, this is|the kidnappers again.

- Me and Face--|- You just said my name!

- Them niggas is ignorant.|- What, you Destiny's Child?

Nobody said|your motherfuckin' name.

Let me take care|of this business.

Hello?

They got to be|the stupidest motherfuckers.

Man:
Yeah, look,|sorry about that.

This is the kidnappers again--

Stop saying that sh*t|over the phone! Damn!

I can't say sh*t, can I?

Man:
Chill out, man.

It's messed up,|what happened to Mr. Wash.

Bust it!

( beating heavy rhythm )

Yeah, Mr. Wash,|oh, gosh...

Dewayne:
Super Cops Security|request. Copy.

Hey, hey, hey!

You need to go to work|like it's a regular day!

It is a regular day.

Tuck in your belly, nigga.

We want the motherfuckin' money.|You want to see him again?

Yeah, but how do we know you got him|and he's still alive?

Listen to this.

- Washington:
Ow!|- Damn!

( muffled complaint )

I'm gonna kick your ass!

Man:
Hello? Look.

I'll see you at closing time|with all the money.

All of it!|And no police.

You stupid!

I got some information.

These calls are coming in from|an address a few blocks away.

Cool. Now we need|to put a plan together.

Why? If we have the address,|let's go get him.

It's not that easy,|baby girl.

This is the kind of matter|you have to handle delicately.

What do you mean,|''Let's go get him''?

We ain't talking about|that kind of delicate.

We don't need|no women in the way--

Hold on, hold on,

you might be speaking|a little too soon.

That may be|just what we need.

I'm gonna just chill.

Parley that sh*t|off into the stock market.

- ( honking )|- What was that?

Face:
Calm down.|Nobody's out there.

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