Hey, sexy, let's go.
Yo, Chu Chu...
No, I'm out, man. He's coming.
It's a rap. He's coming!
No, he's coming.
Tell Smoke his punk-ass
was supposed to be here 30 minutes ago.
Instead he out there hiding.
Instead of coming and facing me like a man.
Listen, Chu Chu, he'll be here.
No, that's bullshit. I'm out.
He'll be here.
I want my money.
Listen, if you ask me,
he's just waiting to make an entrance.
Look out, little girl.
All right, I'll give him five minutes.
No, make it one.
Black Knights!
Hear ye! Hear ye! Gather 'round!
Black Knights in town.
And all you mere mortals need to bow that ass down!
If you have never seen Smoke do his thing on a motorcycle
then you have never seen
a brother on a motorcycle do his thing.
Oh, glory be to God,
y'all, 'cause you know He had a vision.
He put Arthur Ashe on the clay,
Jackie Robinson on the diamond,
Muhammad Ali in the ring and my man, Smoke,
on the two wheels!
So don't be s-s-stuttering and standing your ass around.
Get down on your knees and bow that ass down.
Word!
He's still gonna lose.
Slick Will.
Right on, brother.
What up, Kid?
Hey.
Long as I can remember,
my dad and Smoke were best friends.
As long as anyone can remember, Smoke was known
as "The King of Cali."
But if anyone outraced him, they could win his crown.
203 races.
I ain't found nobody with enough ride to take this from me.
Let's make it a lot better. Two grand.
Sound like money in the bank to me.
Cha-ching.
The deal was, a lot of people had dreams
of one day winning that crown.
You all right?
Yeah, I just needed more acceleration.
Yeah, and you would've fallen on your behind
a lot faster.
Come on, let's get this.
All right, Dad.
Here we go. One, two, three.
Go help get Smoke's ride off the truck, all right?
Damn!
Damn.
Excuse me.
You're sort of in my path.
I like the way you put that.
Put what?
You could've said I was in your way.
But you said I was in your path.
You know, it's like me and your paths
are meant to cross.
Feel what I'm saying?
No.
Anyway, my name is Kid.
You want a medal for that or something?
I just want some conversation, that's all.
Just a little conversation.
Hmm.
Well, there's only one problem, Kid.
What's that, beautiful?
I don't converse with prospects.
Excuse me.
A prospect.
I was at the bottom.
I wanted to be recognized as a true rider.
Especially from my dad.
Dad. Dad!
What?
When do I get my colors?
What?
I'm saying, this prospect thing...
I can't roll like this no more.
That's Smoke's call, boy.
Good, man. Good.
Damn, Will, she is tight.
The way I saw it, my concerns were not his.
Being Smoke's mechanic, there was only one rider
my dad seemed to care about.
Nice work, Will.
Hey, thanks, baby.
You, too, Kid.
Hey, Smoke, listen, man.
Burn rubber, not your soul, baby.
Burn rubber, not your soul.
I don't see why we stay up all night fixing his bike
while he takin' all the bows.
First of all, "we" didn't stay up all night, I did.
You fell asleep, remember?
Second of all, you know, Smoke always tells me
that when he lines his bike up for a race,
he doesn't see anything, he doesn't hear anything.
Just a finish line.
A cat like that gets in the zone... that's a gift from God.
Sound like bullshit to me.
Well, you should wish you could be half as good.
My dad once said the difference between men and boys
is the lessons they learn.
Well, my father taught me plenty.
Is that nitrous I smell
up underneath that bike, Chu Chu?
What you smell is your ass, which I'm about to take.
No, what I'm smellin' is victory, brother,
'cause, by the time you get to second gear to kick it in,
I'll be across the finish line
and all you gonna smell is my smoke.
And that's when you gonna wake up and realize
the only reason you smoked so much ass up in Fresno
is because I wasn't in it.
I bet a G on Smoke.
You take Chu Chu.
Chu Chu? Aw, hell, no. Not Chu Chu, man.
See, Slick Will is almost as good a mechanic as me.
Almost.
You gon' have to take Chu Chu.
You must be crazy.
Brothers, when the green light turns red.
Smoke, Chu Chu.
All right.
Let me tell you something.
Bottom line: I don't want to hear all of this.
Somebody ain't got my money.
Why it got to be like that?
Let's go, baby! Come on!
Go! Go!
Yes!
Yeah!
Oh!
Will!
Come on, hurry up, man!
Will! Will!
Hey, get an ambulance!
My God!
Breathe! Now, breathe!
Don't touch him! Don't touch him!
Don't nobody touch him.
...thank you for the life of William Alex Crooms.
If it's all right with you,
we'd like this buried with him.
Everybody has signed it.
He'd be proud to have this.
Look, Nita, if you need anything, money, anything,
come to me first, I got you.
You all right?
Just got to get out of here, man.
Jalil, you know I don't want him playing those violent games.
It's not that violent, is it, Willie?
Nope, it ain't that violent.
Okay, that's it.
You go to bed
brush your teeth
and take them little cruddy shoes with you.
Hey, hey.
Five more minutes
on that phone, then I want you off.
We're going over homework.
Oh, I was not born yesterday, Miss Thing.
Five minutes.
All right, scrub, move on over.
Oh, yeah, let Mama give that baby
a little spanking, come on.
Okay.
Let's see what you're working with.
You're the scrub.
Honey, your mama got skills.
Ooh. That must've hurt.
Boy, you still alive?
Go on, lay down and die.
You're injured?
Let me just finish you off... here you go.
Ooh!
Hey!
Man!
That's all right, baby.
I'll give you a rematch.
It is all right.
Yeah, I know it's okay.
I'm gonna go get me something to eat.
Boy, you just ate dinner an hour ago.
Stop tripping.
Jalil...
you be careful.
Don't worry about me.
I usually only get gunned down once a night.
Cee Cee! Cee Cee!
Off the phone now!
Donny!
Yo, Donny, come on, I'm calling you out!
Donny!
Go on. Ten dollars. Have your cash ready.
Donny, come on out!
Yo, what's up, Jerome?
Kid? Oh, shit, Kid!
Yo, dawg! Put me down, man!
Hey, where the hell you been, brother?!
Man, ain't nobody seen you since...
Any-anyway, man, it's good to see you again, dawg!
Yeah.
I have $500 that says I'm gonna take your helmet.
That's a funny dude.
I'm gonna go bust his fool ass.
Now, hold on. Is Donny here yet?
Yeah, he's here.
I mean, if you want me to, I'll tell Donny what's up.
Have Donny bust that fool, feel me?
Donny.
Yeah.
Yo, Kid, don't be such a stranger, man, come on.
Whoo! Looks good.
Yeah, you hooked this one up.
It looks real good.
You're gonna have to keep this on here
for another day at least, though.
Mm-hmm.
Yo, I need you to hook me up.
I got this new girl who want to get a tattoo, right?
Uh-huh.
She want to put my name on her cheek.
I take it you don't mean on her face.
Mm-mm.
Uh-uh.
You know how I do... I got to brand my women.
- Uh-uh. - Right on their ass.
Yo, what's up, Donny?
Who the hell are you?
Yo, yo, yo
that's Slick Will's son.
Okay. Wassup?
You too big to pay respects, Kid?
How you doing, Queenie?
I'm a'ight.
How you doing?
Guess I'm all right.
Yo, I thought you might
want to know... some drunk fool
calling you out.
That fool?
I beat him last week for 200 bucks.
Oh, you know, man, he talking about 500
and your lid.
What?!
You set that up, for real.
So what the hell you doing?
Getting ready to race you.
Without a lid?
You're not just drunk, you crazy.
Just consider it a reminder in case you glance at me.
Reminder of what?
That your lid's about to become mine.
Yeah, right!
What's happening? Girl, what's happening now?
Whoa, lookit, the queen has came out.
Hey, Queenie, you up next?
Donny!
What's happening, T.J.?
Got us a race here, huh?
Oh, yeah. We about to get
into this boy ass right here.
Whoa.
Where'd you get your bike, boy? Off eBay?
Good luck to you.
Hey, how you doing?
- Yeah!
Kick some ass.
Keep the wheels down, boys.
Hey, doll, wassup? Wassup, wassup?
Kid!
I don't know what the hell
your fool ass was trying to prove...
but whatever it was, you proved it.
I-I think I just won.
Yeah, you did.
Fill it up.
You get any of my messages?
I've been kind of busy.
Talk to you for a second?
I see you got your bike running kind of right.
Oh, you think?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Shit.
I'm almost impressed, Kid.
You could've got hurt real bad out there, man.
I could've got hurt getting out of the bed.
True that, but we got rules on the set.
You can't just roll up through here
with no colors on, pulling tricks, man.
People cutting you some slack
'cause of your old man, I'm tellin' ya.
Look, Kid, if you don't want any problems, a'ight...
What? You act like you're about to do something.
Oh, I forgot.
I'm supposed to jump when you say "jump"?
I'm not my father, all right?
And what's that supposed to mean?
It means I'm not kissing your ass
the way he did.
Before he died
he said I should wish to be as good as you are.
Well, he was wrong...
'cause I'm better.
Now would be a good time for you to get on your bike
and take your ass home.
I can't do that, Smoke.
I'm calling your ass out!
Figured you'd bitch up.
One race...
and you talking shit? Hmm?
You want a piece of me, Kid? Huh?
You want a piece of me?
Get you some colors,
you win you some legit races,
and then, maybe you'll get your shot.
When you step to me, Kid, you better come correct.
Hey, Smoke.
Why don't you let me handle this?
Some happy boy comes through
messing up one of my events, we got ways of dealing with him.
It's all right, T.J.
Kid was just breaking out, y'all.
Ain't that right, Kid?
Oh, no doubt.
Come on, baby.
T.All right.
Let's get back to partying.
Drinks on the house for another hour.
If you were gonna pull some shit like that,
you could've let a brother know.
Hey, man, it just happened.
No, no!
Racing against me doesn't
just happen... no, man, that's... I mean...
We got paid, man.
What can I get you?
I'll have a Coke.
Anything else?
Yeah, I'll take a Coke myself, sweetheart
and a cheeseburger.
I'm starving, yo!
Wassup, Kid?
So, how you been, Stuntman?
Who are you?
Oh, my name's Primo.
Dawgs, that was some gansta-ass riding you did tonight, man!
Though I wonder what Donny would think
if he knew the white boy was your friend.
We ain't friends.
Oh, no?
Nah, we just like to eat at the same place.
It's a coincidence.
You know, that's funny
'cause I know a little something about coincidences.
Is that so?
Yeah. You'll like this one.
Two months ago, some brother rolls through
Los Vaqueros' annual dance in Oaktown.
It's not unusual for a black guy
to roll through every now and then,
but what is unusual
is for this black guy to tell Los Vaqueros
that a drunk white boy wants to race?!
One who races with no lid.
Man.
See, the guy who the white boy happened to beat was my cousin.
That's a coincidence.
Yeah, it is a coincidence.
Look, man, y'all worked y'all's game in Northern Cali,
and now you're gonna squeeze out L.A.,
and I'm saying, do your thing.
I feel that.
But I think y'all a little too close to home, man,
to be using that same-ass M.O.
Thank you for the advice, Primer...
or Primo, whatever.
Look, man, if you had a third guy, for example,
and ran a totally different hustle...
Oh, oh.
...it'd keep people off your ass.
I mean, shit, all anyone has to do
is figure out where the annual dance is,
and there you are.
Look, man, we're not hustling no more.
Really?
Really.
We're going legit.
We are?
You're going after Smoke's crown, aren't you?
Oh, yeah, that's what we're doing.
C-Can you tell this guy he's crazy
so we can eat in peace?
Yeah, tell me I'm crazy, Kid.
Tell me I'm crazy.
Look, man
Smoke doesn't have to chase any more wallets.
He's got the crown.
He's the King of Cali.
Yeah, and...
And he told me to step to him correctly,
so that's what I'm doing.
I'm stepping to him correctly.
Yeah, but the only damn way
to step to him correctly
is to join one of the clubs on set.
Actually, actually, actually...
actually... there's another way.
We could start our own club.
"We"? "We"?
Yeah.
Yo, it takes three to be official
and think about how much money we can make
if we joined up together.
A lot more than $500 a race, believe me.
Well, believe this.
We can always find a third head.
That's true, but you're not gonna find nobody
as fast as me, Kid.
Come on, baby.
Well, maybe if you can keep up,
then we have something we can talk about.
Keep up.
Hey, oh, nah...
Step up or step off, son.
Step up or step off. Step up or step off.
Yo, Stunt, let's show him how to do it, baby.
Oh!
Come on, Primo!
You got blocks! Keep up, son!
Come on, baby, let's go now!
Whoo!
My name's Primo.
You ain't gonna forget that name.
What you think, Kid?
He got skills.
Way to step up, son!
Ha, ha! Come on.
Yeah.
Hey, man!
- Whoo! - Ow!
Ow.
Baby-girl, now you got to make sure
that the, uh, "D" is nice and straight.
Oh!
I mean, it's looking a little crooked right here.
Wood? Move.
What? I'm saying you got to...
Move!
All right. Look, here.
Hurry up.
I got to get back to the shop, you know?
I'm still on the clock.
Hey, sweetie, I told you my sister
was a pro, right?
Uh-huh.
She's gonna take care of you. Mmm! Mmm.
Oh, baby?
Hmm?
You're gonna put my name on yours, too, right?
What?
Well...
Uh, yeah, baby-boo.
I got you. You know.
It hurts?
Yeah.
You can take the pain.
You say you like the look.
Wow. What's up, baby?
How did you...?
What-what in the hell are you doing here?
Came to get me a tattoo.
Okay, look, you can't just stop by.
You have to make an appointment.
You see me race the other day?
Yeah. I saw you race.
I think you're crazy.
Well, I think some people like crazy.
Look, I'm kind of busy, so, um... um...
if you want to make an appointment...
here.
You can call my voice mail.
Your voice mail?
My voice mail.
A'ight.
Anything else?
Yeah, um...
I wasn't trying to cause static at the dance.
I was just trying to show off my bike.
Things got out of control, so, I apologize to you, T.J.
I understand that.
But, you see, I ain't the only one
you should be apologizing to.
I apologize.
Word is you've been kicking it
with that white boy that raced Donny.
There a law against that?
No. Just wondering if you met him
before the race or after.
After.
'Cause we got a strict code about hustling.
You either deal straight up, or not at all.
I'm just as straight up as you.
So, you're taking
college classes and fixing bikes part-time?
That's right.
Following in your father's footsteps?
In some things.
All right, if we agree to vote you in,
your club will be recognized.
But if you're not voted in
you can come again before us in a year.
I understand that.
Good for you.
All those in favor of Kid's club being recognized...
acknowledge.
So what y'all going to call yourself?
You okay?
Yeah, I'm good.
Okay.
'Cause, um... I just thought
it might hurt a little.
No. It's all good.
It kind of helps if you breathe a little bit.
Just...
Breathe.
You know, Tina...
I'm really feeling you.
Feeling me?
Yeah.
You know, I mean, I like you a lot.
Kid, how would you know that?
You hardly even know me.
I just know.
That's all, you know?
So, what does this mean?
Oh... uh...
It's something my dad, uh... used to say.
It means, uh, whatever, whoever steps to you...
just remember who you are.
You know... keep it real.
I know about what happened to him.
I'm sorry.
Can't imagine how you're dealing with it.
Life's jacked up.
You know, just, uh...
learn how to deal with it, you know?
I guess so.
Yeah.
Oh... I forgot to thank you for my flowers.
Thank you.
You know, I never flowed like that before.
Never... you know, bought flowers
for a girl.
Yeah, I could tell.
Yeah?
Um...
Picked them out myself.
I can tell that, too.
Come here.
Think of the sexiest girl
you ever seen in your life...
the sexiest... and I'm telling you
Shorty was sexier than that.
And she was checking you out?
No, she was drooling all over me, son.
So, you know, I start talking to Shorty, right?
She telling me she been racing
for, like, two years,
and she want to race me for 500 beans.
Now, that sound like easy money.
Yo, as fine as she is,
I'm thinking the same thing.
Only she ain't got no money.
So, she says if I win, I get whatever I want.
Whoa.
So, did you win?
What you think?
So, I takes her back to the motel
to settle our debt, right?
And Shorty starts kissing on me...
You know what I'm saying?
Starts twirling her tongue in my ear
and I'm saying, son, that's my spot.
Don't twirl the tongue in my ear.
No, that's a little more than I need to know.
Hold up; you took her back to the motel
and you only got a ear job?
Hee-hee-hee, shut up.
That ain't funny.
Anyway, so before I could tell Shorty to chill,
she got me handcuffed to the headboard like... blah!
- Oh... - Nice.
Next thing I know, five of her friends come storming in.
- Oh... - Nice.
No, see, you're not hearing me, man.
It's not coming through your head.
This ain't no S & M bruise.
They beat the shit out of me,
stole my money, stole my clothes...
and I had to ride home butt-naked, yo.
And there was like this big-ass traffic jam,
'cause everybody got out they car
to laugh at me.
I nearly burned my nuts off on the way home.
Yo, man...
Yo, we a motorcycle club, right?
We supposed to stick together at times like this, right?
You're just going to laugh at me like that?
Huh? At least help me get my money back, man.
That's messed up, man.
That's mad messed up.
On behalf of all the club presidents,
we want to thank you for coming out.
This is our fourth annual Bikini Bike Wash.
And every dime
raised here today goes towards purchasing
schoolbooks for kids in our community.
So, if you got a dirty bike,
this is where you want to be.
And if you got a clean bike, this is where you want to be.
Now, please, give a warm welcome
to our motorcycle sanitation engineers!
Come on.
Damn.
Come on. Come on.
Hang on, hang on, hang on!
Before all you sisters get too salty,
please say hello to Turbo.
Oh...!
No, no, no, no!
What?
Yo, man, that's what I'm talking about.
Do they come any tighter, them shorts he got on?
I ain't feeling that right there.
All they need is the Train, baby!
All you need is the chug-a-chug-a-chug-a-chug-a...
Soul Train!
I think, um, you need to cool off.
Hey, you... I see you.
If there's one bike out here
that doesn't need to be cleaned, it's yours.
Well, it's for charity.
Ah... charity.
Speaking of charity, where's, um...
uh... Donny?
I really wouldn't know.
Well, ain't y'all involved?
Brothers and commitment.
You know about that one, don't you?
That again.
Mmm. I suppose it didn't help matters
that I beat him in a race.
You could've let him win.
Like I let you win?
Like you let me win?
Don't let me keep you, huh?
Wouldn't want you to feel "smothered."
I'm up next.
Hey, yo, Kid!
These guys want to talk to you.
Hey, Kid, I'm Philly.
What's up, man?
- And I'm Flip. - What's going on?
Yo, we saw you race Donny a while back.
Yo, we saw you beat Big Gee a week ago.
Your flow was off the chain.
Off the heezy.
Yo, now that you got your own crew and all,
we was hoping to join up.
What?
I mean, we know that we got to be
prospects for a while,
but whatever it takes to become Biker Boyz, we'll do it.
- Whatever it takes? - No doubt.
Don't jump, Smoke.
It can't be that bad.
Well, if it ain't Dogg...
"man's best friend."
Hey! Hey! Fetch!
Why don't you hang it up?
You haven't raced anybody credible
since the accident.
Oh, that's 'cause you think
you're the only one who's credible.
Think?
Only reason you beat me up in Fresno
is 'cause my piston got jacked up.
That shit ain't happening again.
Good. You need to get in line and wait your turn
like everybody else.
Ain't nobody else,
except you.
I been watching you... riding safe, careful...
not taking any chances.
You ain't got the heart to be King of Cali.
Not no more.
I can see that in your eyes.
You sure that's what you see?
Look again.
I'll tell you what you see, you mutt.
You see somebody who's got everything you want.
Somebody who's got three Gs
that says you ain't got the heart to take it.
Three Gs?
How about five?
Five, baby.
Wait up!
You see that? You see that?
Go! Come on! Yeah!
Baby, that's what I'm talking about.
Ooh! Ooh!
That's right. Give it up.
Get your little ass on over there, homeboy.
Where there's smoke, there's fire!
- Fire! - Fire!
Always a bridesmaid, never a bride.
Say something for the people at home, baby.
Get out of my face with that camera!
Yo, Dogg, now that's what I call a race.
Couldn't get no closer.
Yo, baby, say something for the folks at home, man.
Let them know what's going on, Dogg.
Just a little something for them, baby.
Damn, Kamera Man.
You next, fool.
You next.
You got smoked, baby.
Don't even sweat that, man.
Don't even sweat it.
Soul Train?
Yes, sir?
How much does that doggy in the window owe me?
His life, Smoke.
He owe you his life.
That's a good Dogg.
Hey, ain't you forgetting something?
Come on, boy.
Come on, you can do it, boy.
Come on, boy.
Here, boy! Here, boy!
Come on.
That's a good Dogg.
Come on!
Why don't you fetch that?
Bad Dogg.
That ain't no dog, Smoke.
That's a bitch.
That's a doggone shame.
We gonna tell you a little story here.
You want to hear that?
Tell you a little story about a boy named Dogg.
Quarter mile race, need to be up on a hog.
Then one day he came against the Smoke.
Got to the line and all he did was choke.
Smoked, that is.
Black Knight!
That's right. Keep going.
I thought you were supposed to race before me.
We were.
I guess you're not the only one
who likes to make an entrance.
T.J.
Let's ride.
Can't do it.
Can't hold the bridge any longer.
What?
Maybe next time you'll leave out the halftime show.
Maybe next time you'll take some notes.
We racing?
Or you making upan excuse?
Say again?
Are we racing
or you just blowing smoke?
Let's race.
Black Knights...
let's roll.
Our boy's going to wreck you, man!
He's going to wreck you!
It's all about the Soul Brothers!
The Soul Brothers look like "ole" brothers.
Have your boy call it.