Next Friday

Let's break that shit out.

You know, the doctor is prescribing me this shit now.

New Line presents.

- A real nigga movie. Heh. - Yeah.

I'm as high as-- Heh.

I'm high as a giraffe's ass right now. Ooh.

Right now.

Cube Vision Productions.

- This shit gonna be off the hook. - Yeah, yeah.

Here, smoke.

Puff it up your nose, nigga.

"Next Friday." This shit is on the one. This is a done one on this one.

- Yeah, buddy. - Yeah.

Got a bong, nfgga, or something we can... f?

Because this shit is killing my sack.

"Written by Ice Cube."

- I thought that nigga was in jail. - Me too.

I helped write this motherfucker too.

They all did. Heh.

Ooh, look at the smoke.

"Directed by Steve Carr."

Oh, hey, that motherfucker owe me some money.

- Hey, man, that dude... - Shh. Shh.

That's the nigga that owe me that money, man.

In the movies, when you beat up the neighborhood bully...

you're supposed to live happily ever after.

But in my neighborhood, that's when all the drama starts.

It was a Friday I'd never forget.

I got high for the first time.

I got shot at for the first time.

And I finally kicked Debo's ass for the first time.

Debo ended up going to jail for about 4 years.

You win some. You lose some.

But you live.

You live to fight another day.

There's rumors going around the 'hood...

...saying Debo's supposed to break out next Friday.

And when he gets out, he's supposed to come and see me.

And today is next Friday, and I still ain't got no job.

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Now, as soon as my pops found out Debo was getting out...

...he wanted me to move with my uncle and little cousin...

...in Rancho Cucamonga till things calm down...

...or Debo went back to prison, whichever comes first.

Craig! Off your ass and on your feet. This ain't no time to beat your meat.

All right.

I'll be out in about 35, 45 minutes.

Don't you go blind, boy!

Hurry up. Now, this is Friday.

We gotta hit the highway.

I felt like the biggest punk around here.

I whipped Debo's ass. He should be the one moving.

- Where am I gonna ride at? -Punk, you walking!

But I'm tired, man.

Come on, come on, come on.

Craig! Craig!

Will you come on? I don't wanna hit that traffic.

You had enough time to get yourself together.

I don't believe this.

I told that hard-head boy to put that hose away and cut that grass.

Look at that grass. Stanley's grass look good.

Mrs. Johnson's grass look good. But look at my grass. No. Look at that grass.

Boy, when that boy get out of my house, I'm gonna change my number.

Craig! Craig! Come on out of that house!

Oh, damn. Oh!

Oh. Goodness gracious. What--?

What is going on here?

Man.

Use that brick to break that chain.

You think it's the same brick Craig knocked your ass outwith?

Get out of here, you stupid mutt!

Craig! Craig!

- Here I come. -Will you bring your ass?

Come on, man. You got me trying to break a chain with a brick?

Man, let's go get some pussy, Debo. Man, fuck!

- Shit, man. -Shut up, fool!

I got some unfinished business to deal with and your butt gonna wait too.

Golly, what's the matter?

I fell in some mud and it's all your fault.

- How is it my fault? -You're taking all day.

I told you to put that hose away and out that grass.

I didn't drop you on your head when you were a kid. What's wrong with you?

Maybe your grandmother did. I remember the summer of '75...

I didn't wanna leave my neighborhood at all.

Especially my homeboy, Smokey.

But he went to rehab last month.

And the way he smoke, ain't no telling when he getting out.

I'm gonna sure miss him.

- I hate you, man. -Hey, hey.

Here come that dog truck. Shut your mouth.

We about to fade to black.

'Hey, stop! -Aah!

Get your punk ass out the car, Craig! This is the rematch!

Yeah, boy, the rematch.

Think I'm gonna let you beat my big brother like that and get away with it?

Punch it!

Ah, I got your butt now. Uh-huh.

Debo! Help!

Fake-ass Suge Knight!

TYRONE Debo?

I'm gonna find you! I'm gonna put my foot up your ass!

- Get up! - Unh! Damn.

I ain't kicking with you no more. I'm going to mommy house, man.

NO! No!

Did you see that? Them niggas just like some wild pit bull dogs.

That's why moving in with your Uncle Elroy and your cousin Day-Day is the best thing.

Your sister moved out. It's time for you to move out too.

It's time for your mother and I to walk around the house naked if we want to.

What? Y'all are trying to walk around the house naked?

Yes, we are.

Heh, we're gonna do it tonight when I get off of work.

Ooh, I can't wait to see your mama naked. That big old booty bouncing around.

Boom, boom, boom.

High-heeled shoes on, man, walking on that shag rug...

...giving me a lap dance, boy.

And my Johnson swinging.

- Daddy! -Ball going one way, the Johnson the other.

- The Ball-Johnson dance. -Daddy! Daddy!

I don't wanna hear that.

What's that smell?

It must be your upper lip, son. I don't smell nothing.

I do.

What it smell like?

It smell like you didn't fall in no mud.

Use this spray, son. That's all you gotta do.

That's what I got this stuff for.

Hold on, too much! What's wrong with this window?

That window don't come down, son. Remind me to get it fixed.

Oh, damn.

Nice neighborhood, huh? - it's all right.

Fake-ass Brady Bunch.

Eighteen years, son, 18 years I been chasing

nasty, stinking, dirty, filthy dogs.

- Hmm. -I been bitten by every dog in the world...

...pit bull, boxers, collies, Seeing Eye dogs.

- What about a Chihuahua? -Twice!

Then there's my brother, Elroy.

Everybody loves Elroy, a lazy nothing!

Hit the lotto. I just can't understand it.

Hmm.

- All right. You coming in? -Oh, hell, no, I ain't going in there.

I don't wanna see Elroy's face or smell his stinking breath.

Craig, it's gonna be different living out here.

Don't let your uncle or your cousin get you into any shit.

Pops, I'm grown now.

Can't nobody get me in trouble.

I'm glad you said that, son.

Since you grown, don't bring your black ass back home.

Daddy, Craig's here!

Ah!

What's cracking?

What's up, buddy?

- Hi, Uncle Willie. -How you doing, Day-Day?

- Where's your big-head father? -There he is, right there.

- Hey, Craig. -Hey, unc!

I heard you're running from an ass whipping.

It ain't even like that. Talk to your brother.

If it had been me, I'd have shot his big ass.

He would have popped him. I know he would have popped...

Hey, Willie! How's it going? Still stepping in that dog shit every day?

- Just make sure you take care of my boy. -Don't worry, big bro.

He's in the best fucking hands in Rancho Choke-among-us.

Shit. I'm the king here.

You're just another nigga late paying his rent.

- Ain't that right, nephew? -Yeah.

- Wait, Craig. -Huh?

- Remember what I told you. -I'll remember.

Now, lotto stud, close my door, and don't slam it.

Can't count to 10, all of a sudden you hit the lotto. Ain't that a bitch?

Hey, send Betty my love!

- Boy, you looking good. - Heh, I can't call it.

Give me that bag. Let me take this stuff in the house.

When you're finished with him, come on in.

All right. Thanks, unc.

- Damn. -Yeah.

Man, it's been what, a year, since last

time we kicked it at the family reunion'?

- Yeah, it was about a year, huh? Damn. -Yeah, man.

But ever since y'all moved out here, we lost touch or something.

I know. This is a long way from Watts, huh?

Yeah.

But you know what, the good thing about being out here...

...we don't hear no gunshots, no helicopters.

No police, no crack heads, no chickenheads, no nothing.

- Heh. Yeah. -Just clean, fresh air. Just smell.

- Smell good, huh? -Yeah.

Taste good. Taste the air. Ah.

- Oh, yeah. -Yeah, dude. Oh, man.

Oh, shit!

Who is that?

The Joker brothers.

That's Joker. He just got out of the pen.

And then there's Little Joker. He just got out of YA.

Mm-hm.

Then there's Baby Joker right there.

He just got out of the juvenile center.

And then they got a little dog named Cheeco.

You better watch him because he's sneaky. He'll bite the shit out of you.

I got something better than that Cadillac.