Doing Hard Time Page #4

There's a $50 cash limit, Smalls.

You want to do more, it's got to be in trade.

Not for Mathematic.

He says you take all he bet.

You got a problem with that, go see him.

No.

- It's all good in the hood.

- Cool.

Put me down for $20 on Razor, also.

- Cash or trade?

- Trade.

You got any money on your books?

$200. Why?

I'm going to give you a list.

When you go to the prison store, you'll use

that $200 to buy what's on that list.

What the f*** am I gonna do that for?

- Don't watch.

- I'm not, Clever.

I can't go when you watch.

It's what your insurance policy costs,

and I'm the broker.

Everybody's betting against you.

If you make it through the week, I clean up.

That's good for self, but what's in it for me?

You get to live, plus 10%. And if you don't...

it won't f***ing matter.

Make a deal with Pierce, and it's on.

You want something, Craig?

Clever say you're the man to talk to.

Clever talk a lot of sh*t.

Don't mean it's all true.

If a man's got a problem with an inmate

and wants to resolve it, what he do?

According to your file,

you promoted concerts, right?

You want a stadium to hold a concert,

how do you get it?

I rent it.

- How much, man?

- $10,000.

$5,000, up front. $5,000, after.

Damn, you got to pay to play?

Way of the world.

Why should in here be any different, right?

Are you aware you were straddling

two lanes back there, sir?

I was?

Have you been drinking, sir?

Drinking?

Step out of the car, sir.

Don't move, motherf***er!

This is what it takes?

Get down! Get your ass down!

This sh*t ain't right, Curtis.

Your daughter has needs.

I got needs,

and your responsibilities ain't being met.

Rayvon, didn't I tell you

I was going to take care of it?

For Christ's sake, I'm locked the f*** up.

And whose fault is that?

It damn sure ain't mine.

And don't try to act

like you ain't got no money.

- Mommy, can I have a soda?

- Yeah, baby.

- Here you go. Give Mommy a kiss.

- Thank you.

When did you ever hear me say

I ain't got no money?

I said Amber would take care of you

after the concert.

That's what I'm talking about.

How you gonna let

that off-brand b*tch run sh*t?

That's why your stupid ass is sitting

where you sitting.

What does Amber got to do

with me being locked up?

You hang out with stupid white b*tches,

you start doing stupid-ass sh*t, that's how.

You gonna make me

smack the sh*t out of you.

I wish you would.

Then they can just add some more time

to the time you already got.

Let me spend the last couple minutes

I got left with my daughter.

All right. Go on, baby.

That's your daddy,

an example of what not to grow up and be.

- Raise your arms.

- I'm here to see Capt. Pierce.

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