The Wash Page #8

- You sure?|- Yeah, I'm sure.

Get away from the damn door!

Your mom ain't back|from Vegas yet.

Go check on the old man.

- You want something to drink?|- I want some water!

- You won't get away with this!|- Shut up, man!

I asked if you wanted|some water.

You don't want to do no 25 years|over a couple of dollars!

( laughing )|I can see it now.

Inmate Slim hobbling through|the yard with his cane,

on his way to the commissary|to get some vaseline.

Vaseline?

Your boy can't get you|out of that!

Face:
Hey!

What's all the chit-chat about?

I asked if he wanted|something to drink.

Face:
Put the gag|back on him!

Don't put that thing--

- All right.|- Get out of here.

I was gonna get you|something to drink.

- I guess you f***ed that up.|- Damn!

Yeah, that's it.

Yeah, I see it.|Looks like they have some company.

We should head back and see|what Dee Loc got planned.

What's the story with you two?|Y'all f***in'?

Man, f*** you, fat boy.

- Shut the f*** up and drive.|- Whatever, man.

And Vickey,|you show them some ass.

- All right, baby.|- Excuse me,

you could have got me|to do that.

What you tryin' to say?|I ain't fine enough?

I ain't got enough ass?|What is it?

Quit trippin'. They know|your broke ass work with us.

Yeah, you're right.

This is the plan: Antoinette,

call over there and ask to speak|to the man or woman of the house.

- ( phone ringing )|- Jermaine Dupri got the sh*t, huh?

As soon as|our money comes, bam--

- I'm on ''Dub'' too.|- I'm gonna get that one.

- ( ringing continues )|- Hey.

Get the phone.|That might be my woman.

''Get the phone.|That might be my woman.''

( laughing )

And if it ain't her,|I ain't even here.

- Hello?|- Hey...

Hi. Is the man or woman|of the house in?

- Who is this?|- My name is Miss Jordan,

- from the Census Bureau.|- They're not here.

- You want to leave a message?|- Maybe you can help me.

- All right. Shoot.|- First, can you tell me--

how many people|are up in the house?

Slim:
Right now,|it's me-- I'm Slim.

Face, Trae D.,

- Dog, Mr.--|- Who you talkin' to?

Homie, I ain't here.|Don't be sayin' I'm here like that.

Excuse me, can you hold on?|I'll be right back.

You mind shutting the f*** up?

This is the people|from the Census Bureau.

- What?!|- The Census Bureau.

What?!

About the census sh*t|for the hood.

We don't need no census|in the hood.

Just a way to keep us|lost in the system.

Hang up the damn phone.

Didn't he tell you|to hang up the phone?

Face:
Are we gonna get|this cheese?

Hello?|Can you call me back later?

- Wait-- can--|- Bye.

- Ready to get this paper?|- Waiting on you.

Let's roll!

Naw, naw, naw!

You chill.

You stay right here.|We're gonna go get this paper.

Don't answer that phone|or the door for nobody.

- Nobody.|- No-bo-dy!

Slim:
Nobody.

Slim:
You all be careful.

Peace.

- Did it work?|- Yeah,

it's four of them now.|They're on their way for the money.

Cool. Let's execute.

I'll be around the corner|till you give me my cue.

Ladies,|let's go handle this pimpin'.

After y'all.

Antoinette:
All right, y'all.

- Good luck.|- We won't need it.

We'll try this one more time.

This time, no talkin'.|Just drinking.

You're not the sharpest knife|in the drawer, are you?

Are you stupid?|Don't you see I'm tied up?

Oh, oh...|My bad.

All right.

That's mighty white of you.|What your mama gonna say

when she sees you|in the penitentiary?

Don't start with me|with that sh*t.

It ain't too late.|If you let me go,

I promise|I won't kick your ass.

( knocking on door )

You better get real quiet.

Sit still, all right?

( knocking on door )

( Slim clearing his throat )

Sh*t! Hello?

Hey, how you doing?

- Need some help?|- Yeah.

My car won't start.|You gotjumper cables?

Yeah. You know what?|My buddy left with my car.

Could I come in|and use your restroom?

- I been holdin' it for miles.|- Yeah, come on.

- Can I use your phone to call AAA?|- Yeah, you can use the phone.

- Thanks.|- Come on.

You know what?

Let me get my drawers|out of the bathroom.

I'll be right back.

I'm going in to get the cheese|before I put this jack down.

Hold on, Face.

Don't you want to at least|take the heat?

Yeah, you right.

God damn!

Face:
Don't be no hero.

I bet you've come|for the money.

Yeah, that's right.

And I got somebody standing by|to blow your boss' head off.

Yo, get in here.|One of the damn kidnappers

is with Sean,|and he's got a gun!

Look here. You better be|real quiet right now.

I done been real nice|to your old ass.

All right.|Don't make me get ugly.

- You hear me?|- It's too late.

It ain't my fault|you took after your mama.

You gotjokes, huh?

Be quiet.|I got some company.

Here you go, the phone.

Right there.|I'll show you the restroom.

- There you go.|- Thank you.

No problem.

Could I have a little privacy,|please?

- Oh, oh... my bad.|- It's okay. You know what?

My girlfriend's outside.|Can you check on her?

- Okay.|- Thank you.

''Don't answer the door.''|He must be crazy!

Ooh, sh*t!

What's wrong with this thing?

This stupid old thing.|Is she calling AAA?

Slim:
Yeah,|she's calling right now.

- My name is Sprinkle.|- How you doin'?

We sure do appreciate|your help.

You should let me|sprinkle you sometime.

What's that?

It's a little dance|I do for fun...

and maybe for rent.

Which way you gonna do it|for me?

Vickey, Goddamn it!|Quit playing, girl.

- You called Dewayne?|- Yeah.

- Where he at?|- I don't know.

- I think it's that one.|- Come on.

Hey, here he is.|In here!

Watch the door.

Make sure that fool|don't come in here.

Watch out!|That fool got a gun!

I got to go.|I forgot about something.

- I'll be back.|- She's all right. Look at this.

Dee Loc,|out of all people!

I'm so happy to see you!|Who's on the register?

F*** the register.

- I gotta make sure she's cool.|- Check this out!

Dee:
Hurry up!

Be right back.

I'll be right back.

( gunshot )

Mr. Wash, Vickey.

Dee:
Come on!|Come on!

Look what you done done!

You didn't have to kill|that nigga.

- He was hospitable.|- I ain't killed that nigga.

The gun went off|when I hit him on the head.

Tie his ass up.

F*** this nigga!|Let's roll.

Officer Dewayne.|I need backup on transport.

Whoo, whoo, whoo!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

- What's up with the cheese?|- Patience, my man.

- It's just a short way.|- I ain't got time.

If it ain't in my hand|in two minutes, I'll make the call.

Hey, Trae D.|Police!

- Goddamn.|- Nigga, thems is rent-a-cops.

What the f***?

- That ain't no rent-a-cop, though.|- Oh sh*t!

Drop the gun|outta the window!

Drop your f***ing gun|out of the window!

Face:
What you lookin' at?

Nothing, man.|Damn.

I'll pop your ass out|right now.

I just saw your money|come in,

and I got excited,|that's all.

- I'll go get it for you.|- No, homie. We go together.

I told you to watch your back,|motherf***er!

What--

- What are you doing, Chris?|- Getting some revenge!

You can't fire motherfuckers|and get away with it!

You young motherfuckers|are crazy these days.

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