The Bid

It ain't that deep?

We about to do fuckin' life, man,

over some shit we didn't do, man.

We ain't doing no fuckin' life. Chill out, man.

You heard what that fuckin' judge said, man.

Like, we... Like, we done.

That's crazy, Boone. But you're a man, right?

You got to get it together now, yo.

- Yeah, I'm a man, man. - Alright.

But I'm really about to tell on my brother, man.

Listen. Yo. Shut up, man!

Stop talking that dumb-ass shit...

Damn.

I don't know how I got in a situation like this.

Sweating in the back of this bus.

Sitting up here in this hot-ass orange jumpsuit.

I'm telling you, man.

I'm thinking about telling on somebody, man.

Like, shit. Look at my face.

I'm Boone, and they call me the Bid.

Yeah. That's regular.

Good morning, everybody!

Fuck 'em!

Fuck 'em up against the wall! That's all you do!

You patch-eye, half-dead motherfuckers!

A wise man once told me,

"Don't trust a bitch with chipped tooth.

That bitch only gonna tell half the story."

You hear me?

This boul, man. Every fuckin' morning, yo.

Seven o'clock, man.

Yo.

Yo, bro. I'm out front. I'm out front.

- You're down here? - Yeah, man.

- I'm downstairs. Open the door. - Yo, Reese!

Yo!

Yo, open the door for Rich!

- What's up, bro? - What's up with you?

- I'm good. How are you? - Good, brother.

My brother will be down in a minute, alright?

- Yo, bro. - What's up?

Yo, you got to hear the joint J sent me, man.

J on the roll call on "Watuzi."

I'mma go live so they can hear this shit.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go live.

Put this all on.

Mm.

Yo!

- Where's your brother? - My brother?

- Where's your brother? - I don't know.

- I don't know. I don't know. - He up there?

Oh, shit!

Fuck!

Hey, yo. Reese is gone.

He got away.

Go get Cupcake for these motherfuckers.

Y'all going down for everything this motherfucker...

Cupcake? Who the hell is Cupcake?

We ain't got nothing in the house.

We gonna find out right now.

Come on. Come on. Find it. Where is it?

- Come on! Let's go search. - Where is it?

Since y'all want to help the motherfucker get away,

y'all going down for whatever the fuck we find.

- It's y'all's now. - There's not nothing in here!

What the fuck is this?

Ain't look like no real cop. Look like a damn pit.

Yo! Yo, y'all dog! Y'all dog is eatin' my Percs!

Oh, shit!

He dead?

Aah! Cupcake.

Is this your Percs?! Huh?!

Is this your fuckin' Percs?!

- Filthy-ass motherfucker! - What's wrong with you, man?!

- Fuckin' cop killer! - Yo, get your partner, man!

Fuckin' cop killer, man!

- Killed my fuckin' partner! - We ain't got no shit, man.

- You killed my fuckin' partner?! - Cupcake? That's his name?

- That dog sweet... - Fuck this. Let's go.

- Oh, my God. - You motherfuckers going down.

You know what they do to cop killers.

Y'all motherfuckers going down,

even if we got to plant something.

These motherfuckers killed Cupcake.

Oh, my God.

Rich and Boone gettin' locked up on Live.

I'm telling on everybody.

Just get in the car.

Great.

You got to get in, too, Rich.

Yo, man, I swear to God. I'm...

- This shit lookin' bad, man. - Yo, man. Chill, man.

- No. I... I'm tellin', man. - Chill, man. Listen, man.

Listen. Listen. We ain't do shit, yo.

We really going to jail for killing a fuckin' dog.

Man, we ain't going to no fuckin' jail, man.

Bro, as soon as that police officer get in here, I'm...

Look, man. We ain't do shit, yo.

The dog ate the Percs, and he fuckin' died.

- That's it. We ain't do shit. - Okay.

Mr. Officer, I take...

You remember that tall midget got killed up the street?

Fuckin' Hosé did that shit, man.

Yo, shut up, man! What the fuck?

You put that all in writing?

Man, he don't know what the fuck he talkin' about, Officer.

Hosé, with an "H." He black.

Officer, he under the influence.

You saw he just had them fuckin' Percs in there, man.

Don't listen to that shit.

- This is how this... - Just be quiet. We cool.

They can't do shit to us, yo. Trust me, bro. Chill.

- We locked the fuck up already. - Yo. Just chill. Just chill.

We ain't kill your dog. Like, for real.

You fuckin' criminal!

For real, man. I'm not used to this shit.

What the fuck? Just shut up, man.

I'm about to tell on my fuckin' brother.

Like, he got us in this nut shit.

Oh, my fuckin' God. Man, shut up, man!

Dad, why you always making me late for school?

- And I'm hungry! - Why the hell are you yelling?

And do it look like I give a fuck?

Do it look like I give a fuck? 'Cause I don't.

You want to be on time for school or you want to eat?

- What you want to say? - I want to eat.

Well, eat the rest of that apple

that I left in the back seat.

I think I only took two bites off it.