CLIVE "DOUBLE DOWN" RUGGINS, I'M DANIEL TATE.

I AM YOUR PAROLE OFFICER, AND I JUST WANT TO HELP YOU.

- HOW THE HELL YOU SUPPOSED TO HELP ME, MAN?

WHAT THE FUCK YOU KNOW ABOUT THE STREETS,

WHAT WITH YOUR DIPLOMAS ON THE WALL?

- SETTLE DOWN.

I KNOW THAT YOU MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO RELATE TO ME,

BUT I THINK I KNOW SOMEBODY

WHO YOU CAN RELATE TO.

LITTLE HOMIE.

- WHAT UP?

WHAT UP? IT'S MY FAVORITE CLIVE.

[laughs] WHAT UP, DUDE? - NAH, DOG, LISTEN.

HEY, MAN, I AIN'T TRYING TO TALK TO NO PUPPET, MAN.

- IT'S NOT A PUPPET.

IT'S LITTLE HOMIE,

AND I WOULD LIKE FOR YOU TO TALK TO HIM, CLIVE.

SEE, I USED TO WORK IN THE JUVENILE CORRECTION SYSTEMS,

AND I FOUND THIS METHOD VERY EFFECTIVE.

- I AIN'T NO JUVENILE, MAN, OKAY?

- HE'S RIGHT.

DOES HE LOOK LIKE A KID TO YOU?

COME ON! HE'S A GROWN-ASS MAN.

- SEE? WHAT?

- LOOK, IT'S VERY IMPORTANT

FOR YOUR PAROLE THAT YOU TALK TO LITTLE HOMIE.

- WHAT'S UP, LITTLE HOMIE?

- [laughs] THAT'S BETTER, MY NEGRUMPS.

HEH, WHAT YOU GETTING INTO THESE DAYS, MAN?

WHAT IT IS? WHAT IT IS?

YOU GOT A JOB YET?

- [sighs] I'M TRYING, MAN, BUT NO ONE WILL HIRE ME.

- YEAH, HEY, FUCK ALL THAT NOISE, MAN.

BETWEEN YOU AND ME, MAN,

AIN'T NOBODY TRYING TO HIRE A NIGGA WITH A RECORD.

BUT HEY, MAN, WHAT YOU NEED TO BE DOING

IS GET BACK INTO SOME CRIMES, MANG.

- [stammers] WHAT'S GOING ON, MAN?

- ARE YOU TALKING TO ME? - YEAH.

- WELL, YOU SHOULD BE TALKING TO LITTLE HOMIE RIGHT NOW.

- WHAT IS GOING ON? - YEAH, BITCH!

TALK TO ME!

LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!

- OKAY, OKAY, FINE.

- [panting]

DAMN!

SO, YOU SMOKING WEED, NIGGA?

- NO, MAN. NO, NO, LITTLE HOMIE.

I'M DONE WITH DRUGS.

- [laughs]

SHIT. I GOT SOMETHING.

UH-OH, UH-OH, UH-OH.

LOOK AT THIS HERE, NEGRUMPS.

SMOKE THIS WEED!

- NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, MAN.

I'M DONE, MAN. YOU HEAR ME?

I'M DONE WITH DRUGS.

I AIN'T DOING ALL THAT.

- I DON'T KNOW.

LITTLE HOMIE SEEMS PRETTY SERIOUS ABOUT THAT.

- HERE.

- WHAT? LOOK, I'M CONFUSED, MAN.

WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO HERE?

- WELL, I WANT YOU TO CLEAN UP YOUR ACT,

BUT YOU'RE NOT TALKING TO ME RIGHT NOW.

YOU'RE TALKING TO LITTLE HOMIE.

- NOW SMOKE THAT SHIT

OR I'LL SMOKE THIS BITCH RIGHT HERE.

- OH, MY GOD.

HE'S NOT MESSING AROUND.

I THINK YOU BETTER DO WHAT HE SAYS.

- OKAY, ALL RIGHT. LITTLE HOMIE, MAN.

JUST RELAX, MAN. RELAX, LITTLE HOMIE.

TAKE IT EASY. I'M JUST-- I'M GONNA SMOKE IT DOWN.

WAIT, WAIT, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO,

NO, YOU CAN'T FOOL ME.

YOU'RE TRYING TO TRICK ME, MAN.

NO, I'M DONE WITH THE WEED.

[gunshot]

OH!

- [chuckles]

CATCH, NIGGA.

[laughs]

DUMBASS!

NOW YOUR FINGERPRINTS IS ON THE WEAPON!

YOU IN THIS WITH ME NOW, RIGHT?

- OKAY, LITTLE HOMIE, YEAH.

- HMM.

- OH! OH!

- YOU FAILED THE TEST.

I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO REVOKE YOUR PAROLE.

- WHAT? OH, MAN.

AIN'T THIS ABOUT A BITCH?

- ON YOUR FEET, BABY BOY.

- GET HIM OUT OF HERE.

- COME ON.

- I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT NEGRUMPS ACTUALLY THOUGHT I KILLED YOU.

- I KNOW, RIGHT?