Are you nervous?
What do I got to be nervous about?
They just got reps from major
universities coming...
...that could change everything
for you and me and Jordan...
...but, nah...
...l'm not nervous.
So, what are you saying?
I'm saying I'm very nervous.
Listen.
Just pretend is me and Jordan
watching you swim laps at the YMCA.
- You and Jordan?
- Yeah.
All right.
What you need?
Come here, shorty.
What you got there, man?
Give me that.
Better not be trying your
sticky fingers on me.
Mind my shit. I'll be right back.
Yes! Oh, Cashmere!
Yo, Cash!
Cashmere!
Shit.
What are you doing?
I got business to tend to.
- What about this business?
- I'm done with that.
All you need to worry about
is going to that prison...
...and getting Clean Up my drugs.
Now, we clear on that?
- We're clear on that.
- Hitler, come on.
Come on. Les go make some money.
Don't bring that dog
over here next to me.
Ain't got all fucking day.
Give me my pay.
Just keep that
motherfucker over there.
- Why you so amped, nigga?
- Time is motherfucking money.
Got a swim meet to go to.
Swim meet?
Niggas don't fucking swim, nigga.
My boy Avery Montgomery do.
I know him. Nigga think
he Flipper or some shit.
Niggas need to stick
to what they know.
Selling this rock out here.
That boy gonna make something of
himself, just like I will selling rock.
I hear you. I'm gonna make
something of myself too.
- You short.
- What you talking about?
- The rest of my money.
- Huh?
Are you deaf? Where's the rest?
- I was gonna tell you about that.
- Just give me my money!
Calm down. Listen a minute.
I need you to front me.
Thas bullshit. If Clean Up was out
here, your ass wouldn't ask for shit.
Get out of my face.
Who you think you talking to?
Give me my motherfucking money.
- Fucking bitch!
- What, motherfucker?
You want some? What the fuck?
All right, nigga.
- All right.
- Yeah.
You got till tomorrow
to come up with my money!
Shoulve fucking killed me!
I better see my money.
- I'm gonna see you, son!
- Punk bitch.
- Come on, man! I ain't got all day!
- I'm coming, man.
- Dang.
- Get in the back, baby.
Hitler!
Whas up, Hitler?
I told you I was coming.
I don't know how you do it.
- Do what?
- Work them hours in that hot-ass place.
I'd melt like a motherfucking M&M.
Wasn't a lot of people looking to hire
me after I dropped out of high school.
Why don't you work for me?
What you scared of?
Besides my moms and Krista, man?
Come on.
They knew I was slinging rock,
they'd tear my ass up.
They got to get in line, because
I'd be the first to kick your ass.
Man, I ain't messing with that.
You can count on that.
Will that be all?
Will that be all?
You want something else, man?
Ketchup with them french fries.
And ketchup for them french fries.
Don't forget the ketchup!
Please pull around to the window.
Thall be $6.50.
Can I get you anything else?
Give me all the fucking money.
- Give me all the fucking money!
- Hurry up!
- No!
- Give me the money!
Shut the fuck up!
Get the fuck out of here!
Les hear it for Danielle Gold
in lane four.
- Hey, Dad.
- Hey, baby.
I thought that law firm had you
chained to the desk.
This hotshot you been talking about
better be fast. I have to get back to work.
You'll see.
Damn! Look at the bodies on the
motherfucking females, man.
Yo, man, you can see all that shit.
Thas what I'm talking about.
Hey, nigga, there go my moms
and Krista right there.
- Where my brother-in-law Avery at?
- Avery ain't your brother-in-law.
Nigga's family.
He in the family.
He's the father of your sister's baby.
That ain't your brother-in-law.
- Next event. ; the 100-meter freestyle.
- He's coming in.
- Yo!
- Avery!
- Avery, whas up?!
- Yo, whas up, my nigga?!
You number one, nigga!
Go, Avery!
You number one!
You gonna take this!
- Be quiet.
- What the fuck y'all looking at?
They mad because we taking over
all the motherfucking sports.
- Taking over swimming.
- Whas with them?
- You go, boy!
- Go, nigga!
- Avery.
- Coach.
Guy in lane six? He's got
a full ride to Arizona State.
- Is your time to shine, guy.
- Thanks.
Swimmers, step up.
Good luck.
Take your mark.
Go, Avery!
Come on, Avery!
- Stay with him! Stay with him!
- Swim, motherfucker!
Come on, baby, go!
- Go! Go! Go!
- Come on, man!
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Go, Avery, swim! Swim, Avery!
Go! Yes! Go, go!
Go, baby, go!
Daddy won!
And the winner is lane four,
Avery Montgomery.
Fuck that. Nobody play Broadway.
I got your money, Cashmere.
See how you handle this shit.
Motherfucker.
- Hey, baby. You were great.
- Thank you.
- Where's your mom taking Jordan?
- He's knocked out.
Where are the scouts at, baby?
Where they at?
I don't know. But you won the race.
- I'm good.
- Oh, no.
Avery Montgomery.
Yes.
- How you doing?
- I'm okay.
I'm Charles Pierce. I'm a scout
for several universities.
Are you in college now?
Now, no. I did a year
at community college.
I took the last year and a half off,
though. We have a little boy.
- This is my girlfriend, Krista.
- Hi.
Nice to meet you.
I've seen your last three meets.
Your times have improved each race.
- By almost two seconds tonight.
- That guy was good.
I've never been
pushed like that before.
So, what got you started swimming?
I don't know.
It just felt like my place.
Yeah, I can't keep him
out of the pool.
With your time tonight, I know of three
schools that might be interested in you.
Thas great. Thas great, man.
I tell you what.
You give me a call. Next week.
Okay. Thank you.
Fastest man in the nation, boy!
Come on, you big,
black Aquaman. Les party!
- No, man. I got a wife here.
- Come on, man!
Is okay. Go do your thing.
- You sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
- Go, before I change my mind.
- Come on, man.
I'll see you later. I won't be too long.
This is how this shis supposed to be.
No matter what, we down for each other.
- No doubt.
- Thas right.
I'm always down for you, baby,
thas why I got this 40.
Cheers.
I'm gonna tell your sister
you're a drunk-ass.
Come on, man.
Oh, for real.
Oh, shit!
Damn, bro!
Yo, remember when we was kids and
your drunk-ass uncle used to play this?
He used to have us
singing and dancing to this shit.
Whas up with this in the back seat?
Thas not mine.
My shis at home.
- Then where'd it come from?
- How am I supposed to know?
'Cause is your car,
and you jeopardizing us!
I told you, the shit ain't mine.
- I'm getting rid of it.
- Give me that!
Be careful with the gun, man!
- Get rid of that.
- Get rid of the gun.
Baker 1-3-3. In pursuit of a white
Mustang matching description...
...of the car from the shooting
at the drive-through.
- I'm just trying to see who it belong to.
- Just throw it out!
Man, get rid of it, man!
Shit, the motherfucking police!
What we gonna do?
I'm gonna pull the fuck over.
Look, everything's cool, all right?
Everybody be cool, all right?
Just real cool.
I'm just gonna find a place
to pull over.
Just turn in here. Just turn here.
Oh, man! Yo, watch out!
Watch out!
Hands up! Let me see them!
Get your hands up
where I can see them!
Slowly exit the vehicle!
Driver, come on out!
Get out of the vehicle!
Gray sweatshirt,
come around the front.
Place your fingers behind your
head! Blue shirt, slowly!
Come on around the back of the car!
Everyone, keep your hands up!
Keep them up where I can see them!
- Why you pull us over?
- Cash, be quiet.
- Driver, I need to see identification.
- We ain't do nothing!
Shut the fuck up.
I need to see some identification!
Slowly!
- Cash!
- Reach for your ID!
Move slowly!
Chill, Hitler.
- Shit!
- Motherfuck...
- Don't move!
- Yo, Cash, don't!
What you doing, man?!
No!
Fuck!
Freeze! Don't move!
- Don't shoot.
- Keep your hands up!
- Okay, sir, I'm down!
- Get your hands behind your back.
Get down! Don't move!
Les get an ambulance in here, now.
Is them right there.
Thas them at that table.
The state of New Mexico
finds you guilty as charged.
Okay, les go.
Come on.
I've got eight from County.
Welcome to the Big Papa.
You've got exactly 30 seconds
to remove your clothing!
Anything you can't remove in
30 seconds, we'll do for you.
Now, drop your gear!
Buck-naked, gentlemen! Les go!
Move through the gates.
Stay to your right.
Bellybutton to butt cheeks.
Move it!
Upstairs.
The fuck you looking at?
Damn, you look like a fresh cake.
Give me a piece.
I'm gonna bring some real
drama to this motherfucker.
- Shut up!
- Fuck you, man!
- I said, shut up!
- I said, fuck you!
You got a loud mouth, punk.
Fuck you, motherfucker!
- Look who done breezed in.
- Yo, what up?
You, nigga.
Just what a brother needs,
a new cellie.
Go ahead, take a cig, my nig.
Anything I got, you can have.
Know what I mean?
You can put a nigga strezzy tonizzy.
No, you know what?
I'm gonna set
a nigga straight right now.
From here on out, you run your
mouth, I'll break your jaw!
You sniff too hard,
I'm gonna fucking bust your nose!
You look at me wrong,
motherfucker...
...l'm gonna burn your
fucking eyes out. Hear me?
I shoulve known they wouldn't
let me keep this cell to myself.
I'm Malachi Young.
Everybody around here
calls me Mal.
What about you?
Quit stressing! Quit stressing!
I'm not the one. I'm not the one.
Les get one thing straight: I'm not
a bitch, and I ain't looking for one.
Understand me?
I've been locked down
since I was 23.
Hard time! I got two months left
before they cut me loose.
You bring conflict to this cell,
you bring it to me...
...jeopardizing me getting free.
I can't let that happen.
You understand me, young brother?
Yeah.
Good.
You the new fish.
You got the top bunk.
- Whas up, man?
- Whas up?
Just looking at these pictures, man.
You like, bro?
Yeah, is nice, man.
I was tripping off of them.
Yeah, my girlfriend sends me these.
They're all in Japanese, so I don't
understand what they're saying...
...but it really don't matter.
I just look at the pictures.
Pretty cool, man.
Check it out.
- All right if I have a seat?
- Yeah, chill out.
Thanks, you know. I appreciate it.
Whas up?
Hey, man, how you doing?
All right, man. Whas up?
Pretty cool, huh?
You don't even need
to know the words.
Is like the pictures
speak for themselves.
I like that.
Thas right, bitch.
What the fuck are you doing, man?!
- Let me go, man!
- Shut up!
What the fuck are you doing?!
Hey, man, let me the fuck out!
- Scream for Daddy.
- What the fuck you doing, man?!
Sugar baby. Come on.
Fucker!
Keep it moving. Keep it moving.
Through this door.
- No slacking.
- Single-file line. Move it!
Against the wall, single file!
- Hands to your sides!
- Yo, Avery.
- Yo, Avery.
- What?
Shut the fuck up!
- Single file. Les go. Keep it moving.
- Come on, ladies.
Guards can hit you
any time they want?
- No talking in line, Avery.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- I woulve been talking in line.
- Yo, man, let me talk to you.
- I'll get with you in a minute.
- All right.
- I told you in County I ain't talking to you.
- This ain't County.
- We might need each other.
- I'd be with my girl and boy if not for you.
- What the fuck you saying?
- You fucked up my life.
I'm not just gonna forgive you
just like that.
Whas up, Cashmere?
Yo, Clean Up.
- Fuck you, then, motherfucker!
- Fuck you.
Punk bitch.
- Whas up?
- Ain't nothing.
- How you feeling, boy?
- All right.
You need something in here,
you holler.
Sure.
These my homeys here.
Alize, Ruckus, Nuke.
And thas the rest of the family.
Whas up?
Word from County is you capped
some bitch at a hamburger stand.
- Then got buck-wild with the police.
- I did draw on this cop.
Bitch shot my dog.
Thas the way it is with family.
That dog was my family.
We don't give a fuck if is a cop.
We gonna scrap for ours,
so fuck it.
I hear that.
We ain't tripping.
You family in here.
Les go play some ball.
You gotta start working
on your day-to-day.
Yeah, but I just never had
no days like this.
Whad you do when you was
on the outside?
Worked in a garage. Spent most
of my free time swimming.
- Swimming?
- Yeah.
Get the fuck out of here.
- I didn't know black people swam.
- You're looking at one.
Thas some shit.
Looking at a scholarship
to get back in school...
...before all this shit happened.
What about your family?
Got a girl, little boy.
How about you?
No.
I've been locked down so long,
my family done forgot I exist, man.
What you gonna do
when you get out?
I don't know.
I think I'm gonna rob me a bank...
...move to Hawaii.
No, I'm just fucking around.
I don't know.
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
Shit look worse than
it really is in here.
Nothing on the street
I can't have in here.
I run this motherfucker,
and they run in it.
- That guard on the stairs, whas up?
- Who, Gains?
Thas my man.
Thas protection.
- He in for a piece.
- What about that Mexican?
Who, Perez?
Thas Graffiti's boy.
In other words, nigga,
thas the competition.
- Shit.
- Don't even trip.
I'm gonna take care of that shit
real soon, nigga.
See them brothers there?
Thas the Hispanics.
They speak that Espanola shit,
but they're really two separate gangs.
The motherfuckers hate each other.
How could I get my hands
on some chronic?
You ain't getting this. Alize.
Thas the trustee, nigga. Whatever
you need, he gonna hook you up.
I'll look out for you
till you get on your feet.
You still got Dana
running shit up here?
Nigga, what about Dana?
I just thought we was
fifty-fifty on that.
You already talking that
fifty-fifty shit?
- Ain't nothing fifty-fifty in here.
- Right.
Yo, dog,
check this shit out over here, man.
- I got you.
- Be cool, now.
Take care of yourself, big man.
Nigga Louis think because he played
football, nigga wouldn't touch him.
I know he fucking with Graffiti,
and they cutting in on my money.
Whas happening, brother?
Break this shit up.
Break it up!
Nobody gonna fuck 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 fuck out of my shit.
Nate, where you work at?
You know where I work at,
in the fucking infirmary.
- This is contraband.
- I don't give a fuck.
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?
Motherfucker 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 bitch. Come on.
Les go. Les go.
Go, go, go.
Yeah, right here.
Bitch.
Got something for you.
Thas bullshit.
- Foul.
- No fucking foul.
This is the pen, nigga.
My motherfucking ball.
- Our ball. Come on.
- Avery, les go, baby. Come on.
What kind of fucking game
is this?
Got a message from Clean Up.
You're dead, motherfucker.
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.
Shit.
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 pussy 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" shit.
- Every girl I know has a record.
- You fucking down with me or what?
- Yes. Yes.
- So, what the fuck I'm supposed to do?
- I'm sure you can think of somebody.
Fuck.
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 nigger
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.
Fucking bitch.
Motherfucker!
How much shit he think
we supposed to take?
Fuck that motherfucker!
Lefty, where are those razors
you stole from supply?
- I'll go get them.
- Yeah.
I've got a plan for that motherfucker.
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 fucking with my shit!
- Chill with that shit!
- I ain't gonna cross you.
- Don't play no games with me!
I wouldn't cross you, man.
Fuck!
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 shit 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.
Shit. They fucking 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.
- Can you think of any other inconsist...?
- They had the gun and no alibis.
They didn't do it, officer.
I hear you.
I don't wanna see someone in jail
for something they didn't do.
But everything I know is in my report.
Have a good day.
Thank you.
Graffiti, man, I told you,
I ain't with this shit.
- God don't fucking like this!
- Is cool!
Fuck that, man!
- Come on, man.
- Motherfucker!
You're my bitch!
You wanna do a little dance?
You wanna dance with Daddy?
Here you go.
How many's that?
- Fifty.
- I do a hundred a day.
I ain't fucking around!
There's Daddy.
Run to Daddy, Jordan.
- You ain't got nothing to say to him.
- Fuck you!
You're not listening to me, Avery.
" I found a home...
...or a hole in the ground,
as you will.
But do not jump to the conclusion
that because I...
...call my home a hole...
...it is damp and cold
like a grave.
Mine is a warm hole.
And I say this to you because...
...it is incorrect to assume...
...that because I'm invisible...
...and live in a hole...
...I am dead."
Thas Ralph Ellison.
This shit ain't right.
No hot food. No fresh air.
- How long they gonna keep us in here?
- As long as they want.
As long as they want.
You got a lot of fire in you, Avery.
The only way you gonna make it
through this is to calm yourself.
You understand?
It ain't easy.
No, is not easy.
Thas why they call it prison,
young brother.
Lockdown's over!
Rise and shine!
Les go, ladies!
Fall out and fall in line!
- That wasn't so bad, was it?
- I'm behind in my mortgage.
Demand is up. Is double-up time.
I'm taking over this motherfucker.
It was good to get your letter.
I had a lot of time to think
about your last visit, and I'm sorry.
I know you didn't mean it.
How's Jordan?
He's good. He misses his daddy.
His daddy misses him too.
You wanna go outside?
Yeah.
You'd be surprised the things you value
when you don't have them anymore.
Like you. Jordan.
I wouldn't mind getting back
in that swimming pool neither.
Yeah, I know.
We talked to the police.
That wasn't much help.
We're trying to track down
the manager of that burger stand.
I don't know, maybe he'll change
his testimony.
Whatever.
Have you seen Dre?
No.
They got us all separated.
Won't be long before we're all
hanging out again, though.
We haven't heard from him.
He hasn't returned our letters or called.
Is real hard in here, you know?
Real hard.
But he's not that tough,
and he looks up to you.
So if you see him, have him call.
Yeah, I'll do that.
I promise.
Okay.
- Where you headed?
- I'm going to see Dre.
Hold my cards.
Well, lookie here. What the hell
you been doing, boy?
I ain't been doing nothing.
Are you saying I'm nothing?
- Did I tell you you could leave this cell?
- I just took a walk, all right?
- I didn't tell you to leave, did I?
- What the fuck?
I tell you when you can come
and when you go.
When you eat, sleep, piss and
drink! You understand me?
Motherfucker!
Fuck you!
I'll fucking kill you!
Kick some ass, white boy!
- Stay the fuck down!
- Kill him!
Motherfucker!
Fuck with me, motherfucker!
Get off me! Get off me!
Kill that motherfucker!
Motherfucker!
Fuck you!
Get off me! Get off me!
Come on.
I'm sorry.
- Let me go!
- Take it easy!
What about them? What about
them? Shit! Goddamn it.
That nigga Avery got some heart.
Nigga handled his fucking business
on Graffiti.
That nigga ain't no punk.
With that nigga being isolated,
he can't make no moves with us.
- That fucks up my game.
- They let them white boys walk.
Is over for them niggas, though.
Whas up? Get the fuck out
of the way.
- Fuck, nigga, I'm working!
- Move!
- Get your ass the fuck back!
- Let a real motherfucker through!
I'm tired of you, nigga!
I know you ain't raising
your hands at me!
Sit down!
I got a better idea for that fool.
Since that nigga hot,
we gonna cool him off.
- Put that motherfucker in the freezer!
- Fuck you!
Fuck both y'all niggas!
Fuck y'all! Fuck y'all!
Fuck y'all!
Bitch-ass niggas!
Let me go, nigga!
Fuck y'all, niggas!
No, fuck you, nigga. Freeze.
Open three.
You're blowing it, man.
He had it coming.
You're found guilty of assault in here,
you'll do time, no matter what.
- I said, he had it coming!
- Spare me the tough convict talk.
- It fails me, my friend.
- Friend?
Man, you don't know me.
You don't know where I've been.
And is hard in this motherfucker.
Is not supposed to be easy.
And you just made it that much
tougher on yourself.
I'm here because I believe
you didn't shoot that girl.
You got a raw deal.
I'm trying to give a man who
deserves it a chance.
What am I supposed to think?
I'm locked down in here,
my family's out there.
You're supposed to have faith.
Shit, I'm trying!
Every time I hear the cell doors
close, man...
...I lose a little bit more.
Look, tomorrow you go before
the disciplinary committee.
I'll try to think of something.
You just hold on.
Everybody here?
Good. First up,
the board would like to see...
Excuse me.
My name is Malachi Young...
...and if it pleases the board,
I'd like to go first.
Hold on.
Mr. Young, the board will see you.
Come this way.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
Have a seat, Mr. Young.
The report says you're responsible
for one inmate in the infirmary...
...with a broken nose...
...another with a fractured cheek...
...and another with an injury
to the back and head.
We've already heard from
the officers on duty...
...at the time of the assault.
Being the senior inmate in this
incident, what do you have to say?
I would say that I'm guilty.
And that I'm totally responsible
for everything that went on.
Are you aware of what you're
saying, Mr. Young?
I'm totally aware
of what I'm saying.
The problem is, you motherfuckers
don't know us.
You motherfuckers don't know me.
I been locked down in here
for 18 years.
Them young niggas don't know
how to run shit.
This is my house!
I run this motherfucker!
You know what I'm saying?
I run this motherfucker!
I run this motherfucker!
This is my fucking house!
I will kill you, motherfucker!
You hear me? I run this motherfucker!
- See what I'm talking about?
- Whas the deal?
Heard your boy walked
at the board, huh?
Right, right.
There's only one problem, though.
- Graffiti's still in the game.
- Don't worry about it.
Now that Avery back in circulation...
...l'm gonna hit him with the deal.
I think I got an idea, boy...
...how to take Graffiti
out of the game forever.
But I'm gonna need your help.
Whas up? Put me on.
Shoot the ball, then.
I'm gonna tell you about it.
Maximum security, huh?
After my little performance,
you know...
...they didn't have much choice.
Look, I done max before.
I can do it again.
Maybe I wasn't ready to get out
anyway.
Young, les get a move on.
Could we have one more second?
Look, maybe when I get out,
we'll hook up.
- You can teach me how to swim.
- I'll do that.
- Yo, Mal.
- Yeah?
Thank you for everything.
I mean it.
I want you to have this.
- I can't. Thas the only copy.
- I want you to take it.
Maybe you'll find some strength
in it.
I always have.
Come on, Young, les go.
You a bad little nigga, Dre.
Jumping all over Graffiti like that.
Your ass is crazy.
What was I supposed to do,
wait for you, man?
I wanted to do something,
you know?
But I ain't want no trouble.
Thas why I'm up in here now.
Think that scrimmage
you had with Graffiti is over?
Well, you better get your mind right.
He want his little black bitch back.
Word is he gonna cut your ass
first chance he gets, thas for sure.
Look, fuck Graffiti, all right?
I fucked him up.
He know not to fuck with me.
Whare you talking about?
You ain't gotta prove that
to me, nigga.
Yo, Dre, we go back, man.
I know we ain't been tight since
we been up in here...
...but I ain't trying to see nothing
happen to you in here.
What are you talking about?
What he talking about is, you need
to get that nigga before he get you.
Thas for sure.
Better get your mind right, though.
I got some of that cure, boy.
Is the real shit.
I know you want some of that, huh?
Thanks, man, all right?
- You all right?
- You know I love you.
We gonna ride or what?
I ain't got time for this shit.
Mr. Pierce, what was so important?
This is my daughter, Marisa.
She's an attorney
at a firm downtown.
- Nice to meet you.
- How you doing? Whas going on?
I discussed Avery's case with a friend
at the DA's office a few days ago.
Today, she slipped me this file.
Is the arrest report of
Bernard Moss and Anthony Green...
...also known as Broadway
and Little G.
I know Broadway.
He shot that cop, right?
Bernard and Anthony were arrested
for attempted robbery...
...the same night Avery was arrested.
They killed two employees
and one police officer.
So they coulve tried to rob that burger
stand first and then tried again later?
They were driving a white
Mustang. Hardtop.
- Where are they now?
- Anthony was killed during the robbery.
And Broadway?
Serving a life sentence
at Los Lunas.
I think I wanna go see Broadway.
Whas up, brother?
Avery Montgomery.
- And you?
- Get the fuck out of my face!
Calm down, brother! Calm down!
I ain't the one! I ain't the one!
I ain't no bitch,
and I ain't looking for one.
I don't wanna be here
no more than you.
You bring conflict to this cell,
you're bringing it to me.
And that can't happen.
You understand me,
young brother?
Yeah, I understand.
Good. All right.
Looks like you're the new fish.
You get the top bunk.
- Out!
- I'm writing a letter.
Ain't nobody asked you!
I said, get the fuck out!
Get your ass in the yard!
I know we ain't talked much
since we been sent up.
I won't lie, I was afraid as you
when this shit went down.
When a nigga scared, he grab
to the first person he know.
And Clean Up, thas my family.
So I went with him.
You speak to Krista?
- Yeah.
- How she holding up?
- How are any of us holding up?
- Thas what I'm saying! Shit is rough.
Niggas outside think they know
whas going on. They don't.
And so?
- I'm saying we need to stick together.
- What do you mean, "stick together"?
We serving time for shit
we ain't even do.
How come time ain't serving us, huh?
We can get fat and walk out
of here new men!
- What are you talking about?
- I'm talking about getting paid!
Motherfucking Clean Up...
...he got this scheme going,
you know?
- Slinging a little dope.
- I knew it.
Will you listen before
you say nothing?
This ain't no risk to you.
All you gotta do...
...is have Krista hook up
with my man on the outside.
- He gonna give her a balloon...
- Balloon? Are you crazy?
I'm offering you this shit
because you're my partner!
Partners?
Nigga, I'm in this motherfucker
because we partners!
Krista bring that shit up here
and get busted? What about Jordan?
What about him?
He gets sent to a foster home
because we partners?
Fuck that, partner!
I ain't into it!
You need to get into something.
You think that shit between you
and Graffiti's dead?
Malachi? That nigga gone.
You gonna need some protection
in here.
You help us, we'll help you!
Whas wrong with you?
You gonna help me?
We grew up together!
Been friends since we was little!
And this how you gonna
come at me?
I swear to God, you ain't
no friend! You ain't shit!
Do you hear me, nigga?
You ain't shit!
Stay the fuck away from me!
Present yourself.
How you doing, Broadway?
What, you don't know me now?
Yeah, I know who the fuck
you is.
And I know you ain't drive here
to show me your titties...
...and ask me how the fuck
I'm doing.
I didn't.
So, what the fuck you want, then?
I wanna know if you know
about a shooting that took place...
...on the day you robbed
that other spot.
Ask your man and Cashmere.
They did it!
No, Avery didn't do it. I think
you know that, Broadway.
Avery had a promising future before...
Fuck you, bitch! I had a
promising future selling crack...
...before I caught this case!
I don't see you going to talk
on my behalf!
Well, is you? No, I ain't
fucking think so.
I'm asking you to help me,
thas all.
Help you. Ain't nobody fucking
helping me!
This is Avery's son, Jordan.
He cries himself to sleep at night
wondering where his father is.
If you won't do it for Avery
or for me...
...do it for our son.
Did you do both robberies?
Fuck you! And fuck Avery!
I'm in this bitch till I fucking die!
I'm locked down 23 hours
a fucking day!
Ain't nobody doing shit for me!
So fuck you.
- And fuck that little nigga!
- Why don't you be a fucking man...
...and admit you did that shit?
- Fuck you!
- Answer me!
- Fuck you.
Get the fuck off me!
Get the fuck off me!
- What the fuck y'all looking at?
- Help me! Did you do it?
Fucker! Fuck that!
Motherfucker!
Shit. Fuck.
Then I'll be less than that man
'cause I integrated.
Knowing I got my own problem
to solve.
Wishing I could hit the dog
with a blast from the revolve.
But like a laugh, I stand tall.
If you swing or if you bust...
...l'm on guard.
I pray up to the stars.
Please, Father, forgive us...
...for what we are.
Motherfucker!
Bitch! Fuck this, bitch!
Fuck you!
Get off!
Fuck that!
Don't move. Stay right there.
Get back in! Hey, hey, hey.
Stay right there. Get back!
- I said, get back!
- I need a medic here right now!
A medic over here, now!
Hey, baby, I just got home.
I talked to Broadway.
You remember Cashmere's boy?
I think he did it. He killed
that girl, I know it.
- I can't prove it yet, but...
- Krista, listen.
Just stop that, okay?
What? Whas the matter?
Dre's dead, baby.
What?
I'm sorry, I couldn't save him.
What happened?
I'm sorry.
Nate, I appreciate what you told us,
and we're gonna take care of you.
For your protection, we'll transfer
you to another facility.
Fuck that! You can't transfer me!
Take me back to my cell!
I snitched on the nigga!
- You can't go back.
- They'll kill me.
- They gonna find me.
- Nobody's gonna find you!
They gonna find me!
Take me back to my cell!
- Take him to iso!
- Yes, ma'am.
Fuck this world.
Carla Mahone. Clean Up.
Please sign in.
Step through the metal detector.
Gate's not gonna open today.
Come with me, please.
I'm not going anywhere with you.
Get your hands off of me!
- Get your hands off of me!
- Cuff this bitch!
Yo, whas up?
Nate overdosed.
He's in the infirmary.
We're gonna transfer him out
in a couple of days.
That nigga must have got tired of me
whupping his ass. I don't know.
Excuse me.
- Are you Krista Wells?
- Yes.
Your neighbour said you were here.
Is from Bernard Moss. You
might know him as Broadway.
He wrote it just before
he hung himself.
- What?
- We knew you'd want to see it.
What the fuck going on, dog?
- That bitch say she was coming?
- She had to be here.
They wouldn't have called you
unless she was here.
- Thas right.
- That bitch cross me...
...she'll never cross nobody else.
They busted her in processing.
She's too scared to roll over
on you.
How the fuck they knew?
How the fuck did they know?
- Nigga, it was you!
- Me?
I've been handling my business
for three years without a problem.
I bring you in,
shit start falling apart.
I swear to God, it wasn't me, man!
Then it was some-fucking-body
you told.
Who the fuck did you told?
I told Avery! You asked me
to tell him!
You brought that nigga in, huh?
- Then you gonna take him out.
- What, you want me to kill him?
Thas the price you pay when
you lose something for me.
If that nigga walk off the yard
today...
...then you better hope you don't
fucking wake up tomorrow. Understand?
- You understand me?
- Yeah, I understand you.
And don't think I don't know you been
fucking Dana while I been locked down.
Get your bitch ass out of here.
Rise and fly, nigga.
Is a full confession.
- Will the judge accept it?
- I believe so.
Is a dying declaration, and should
support a writ of habeas corpus.
Les go see the judge.
Okay, what have you got?
We're here to apply for the
release of Avery Montgomery.
He's a prisoner at the state facility
in Santa F.
- How you doing, man?
- All right, all right.
You know, is all over the unit.
Clean Up thinks you snitched
on him.
Yeah, I heard that.
What are you gonna do about it?
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
Cashmere's gonna do you
the moment you hit the yard today.
You hear me talking to you, man?
Yeah, Hill, I hear you.
I just wanted to let you know,
if it comes down to it...
...I got your back, all right?
Thanks.
But everything's gonna be
all right.
Oh, shit! Look out, man!
Thas for Graffiti, motherfucker!
Give me the armoury!
This is Barkley!
Hurry up! Hurry up!
Come on, move it, move it!
Les go!
Come on! Keep moving!
Keep moving!
- Yeah.
- We got a riot in the yard.
- Is it contained?
- Yes, ma'am. For now.
- Where's Avery?
- Probably in the yard!
- Les go! On the move!
- Come on!
Les go! Les go!
Hustle it up! Move it! Move it!
Come on, les go! Move!
Tear gas the yard! Tear gas the yard!
Throw it down!
Gas the fucking yard!
Put it down! Put it down!
Hill! Hill!
- So this is how is gonna be?
- Yeah, motherfucker!
And ain't shit
you gonna do about it.
Move it! Move it!
Get up, man.
Look, man...
You couldn't kill him, bitch?
Now I'm gonna kill you!
Hold your fire! Hold your fire!
Kill your bitch ass!
I told you, motherfucker,
we scrap for ours!
Drop your weapon!
Drop your fucking weapon!
- Put it down!
- You forgive me now? Huh?
Now!
Drop the fucking weapon!
You forgive me now?
Drop the weapon!
Put it down now!
Yeah, I forgive you.
Take him out!
Cash.
Gate.