Lockdown Page #5

I'll look out for you

till you get on your feet.

You still got Dana

running sh*t up here?

Nigga, what about Dana?

I just thought we was

fifty-fifty on that.

You already talking that

fifty-fifty sh*t?

- Ain't nothing fifty-fifty in here.

- Right.

Yo, dog,

check this sh*t 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 f***ing with Graffiti,

and they cutting in on my money.

Whas happening, brother?

Break this sh*t up.

Break it up!

Nobody gonna f*** 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 f*** out of my sh*t.

Nate, where you work at?

You know where I work at,

in the f***ing infirmary.

- This is contraband.

- I don't give a f***.

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?

Motherf***er 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 b*tch. Come on.

Les go. Les go.

Go, go, go.

Yeah, right here.

B*tch.

Got something for you.

Thas bullshit.

- Foul.

- No f***ing foul.

This is the pen, nigga.

My motherfucking ball.

- Our ball. Come on.

- Avery, les go, baby. Come on.

What kind of f***ing game

is this?

Got a message from Clean Up.

You're dead, motherf***er.

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.

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