Biker Boyz (2003) Movie Script

( motorcycle engine starts )

( engine revving )

* This is the place... *

( slow melody plays )

* We've come far, far away *

( tires squealing )

* To find that place *

* Chasing down... *

* Sky of light *

* Chasin', chasin', chasin' *

* They say there are hot spots *

* Where these media and stars

have a tendency to fall... *

MAN:

Hey, sexy, let's go.

* Kalifornia is

one of those spots *

* l believe that to be true *

* They say *

* This is the place *

* Stars are... *

* They say *

* This is the place... *

( yelling )

( engines racing )

* They say *

* This is the place

where angels come down *

* They say *

* This is the place *

* Where we all can have... *

* For you, for you,

for you, for you *

* Kalifornia *

* Knows how to... *

* Kalifornia *

* Knows how to *

* Whisper in your ear... *

Yo, Chu Chu...

No, l'm out, man. He's coming.

lt's a rap. He's coming!

No, he's coming.

Tell Smoke his punk-ass

was supposed to be here

30 minutes ago.

lnstead he out there hiding.

lnstead of coming

and facing me like a man.

Listen, Chu Chu,

he'll be here.

No, that's bullshit.

l'm out.

He'll be here.

l want my money.

Listen, if you ask me,

he's just waiting

to make an entrance.

( distant whistles )

( motorcycles approaching )

( cheering and whistles )

Look out,

little girl.

All right, l'll give him

five minutes.

No, make it one.

( engines rumbling )

( R&B song begins )

* Watch me! *

* l got it *

* Watch me! *

* l got it *

* Yeah! *

* l got somethin'

that makes me wanna shout *

* l got something that tells me

what it's all about *

* Huh *

* l got soul an' l'm super bad *

* Whoo *

* l got soul *

* And l'm super bad *

( loud thunking )

* Huh *

* Now, l got a move

that tells me what to do *

* Sometimes l tease *

( stomping in unison )

* Now, l got a move *

* That tells me what to do... *

Black Knights!

( cheering )

Hear ye! Hear ye!

Gather 'round!

Black Knights in town.

And all you mere mortals

need to bow that ass down!

lf 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!

( cheering )

He's still gonna lose.

Slick Will.

Right on, brother.

What up, Kid?

Hey.

KlD:

Long as l 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.

l 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.

KlD:

The deal was,

a lot of people had dreams

of one day winning that crown.

( laughter )

You all right?

Yeah, l 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?

( laughter )

Damn!

Damn.

( dance music playing )

* *

Excuse me.

You're sort of in my path.

l like the way you put that.

Put what?

You could've said

l was in your way.

But you said l

was in your path.

You know, it's like

me and your paths

are meant to cross.

Feel what l'm saying?

No.

Anyway, my name is Kid.

You want a medal

for that or something?

l just want some

conversation, that's all.

Just a little conversation.

Hmm.

Well, there's

only one problem, Kid.

What's that, beautiful?

l don't converse

with prospects.

Excuse me.

KlD:

A prospect.

l was at the bottom.

l wanted to be recognized

as a true rider.

Especially from my dad.

( hooting and cheering )

Dad. Dad!

What?

When do l get my colors?

What?

l'm saying,

this prospect thing--

l can't roll

like this no more.

That's Smoke's call, boy.

Good, man. Good.

Damn, Will,

she is tight.

KlD:

The way l 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.

l 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, l 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.

KlD:

My dad once said the difference

between men and boys

is the lessons they learn.

Well, my father

taught me plenty.

( engines revving, people

yelling and cheering )

( disco melody playing )

* Times are changin' *

* Changin' time *

* Times are changin' *

* Changin' time... *

ls that nitrous l smell

up underneath that

bike, Chu Chu?

What you smell is your ass,

which l'm about to take.

No, what l'm smellin'

is victory, brother,

'cause, by the time you get

to second gear to kick it in,

l'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 l wasn't in it.

l 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.

( chuckles )

You must be crazy.

Brothers,

when the green light turns red.

Smoke, Chu Chu.

All right.

Let me tell you something.

Bottom line: l don't want

to hear all of this.

Somebody ain't got my money.

Why it got to be like that?

( sound distorts, fades )

( distant, distorted cheering )

( engines revving )

Let's go, baby!

Come on!

* *

( screaming ):

Go! Go!

Yes!

( sounds fade )

( breathing loudly )

( engine racing )

Yeah!

( bikes approaching )

* *

( engine thunks )

( rattling )

( hissing )

( tires squealing )

Oh!

( people screaming )

Will!

MAN:

Come on, hurry up, man!

SMOKE:

Will! Will!

( Kid panting )

( confused yelling )

Hey, get an ambulance!

WOMAN:

My God!

( gasping faintly )

Breathe!

Now, breathe!

Don't touch him!

Don't nobody touch him.

* *

( sobbing )

( music fades )

( slow guitar melody begins )

* Son, what you

don't understand *

* My words might never explain *

* So l am hoping

that time will *

MlNlSTER:

...thank you for the life

of William Alex Crooms.

* Things may not go

as you planned *

* Dark clouds might

bring you pain *

* But l will be

in your heart still *

* Telling you,

''Don't look down'' *

* Don't feast your eyes on

things that are on the ground *

* And if it gets hard to focus *

* When you're traveling

almost at the speed of sound *

* Feelin' nowhere bound *

* Remember what l told you

and don't you dare look down *

* Don't look down, no... *

* *

lf 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,

l got you.

* ...And if it gets

hard to focus *

* When you're traveling

almost at the speed of sound *

* Feelin' nowhere bound *

* Oh... *

You all right?

Just got to get

out of here, man.

* Don't you dare look down *

* When you're traveling almost

at the speed of sound... *

( electronic gunshots

ricocheting )

( electronic gunshots

ricocheting )

NlTA:

Jalil, you know l don't want him

playing those violent games.

lt's not that violent,

is it, Willie?

Nope, it ain't

that violent.

( characters screaming )

( shots ricocheting )

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 l want you off.

We're going over homework.

Oh, l 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.

l'll give you a rematch.

lt is all right.

Yeah, l know it's okay.

( chuckles )

l'm gonna go get me

something to eat.

Boy, you just ate dinner

an hour ago.

( growls in exasperation )

Stop tripping.

Jalil...

you be careful.

Don't worry about me.

l usually only get

gunned down once a night.

NlTA:

Cee Cee! Cee Cee!

Off the phone now!

( slow, lyrical melody playing )

* Whether you police

or a thug on the streets *

* Whether you look for beef,

or you livin' in peace *

* Whether you back down,

or you stand strong bold *

* Yo, we never know

what tomorrow's gon' hold *

* We can live today, but

we're not promised tomorrow *

* We can pass away,

say good-bye to yesterday *

* lt's either me or you

in this world *

* 'Cause l be tryin' to cope *

* l'm lookin' for answers *

* But still

l'm comin' up broke *

* They supply the... *

( engine revving )

* Who shot Lennon and Malcolm X,

one in his throat *

* l'm an old soul that hold

but probably young as the Pope *

* Reincarnated as a prophet

through a symbol of hope *

* l move through the projects,

lights... *

Donny!

Yo, Donny, come on,

l'm calling you out!

Donny!

Go on. Ten dollars.

Have your cash ready.

* We can live today, but

we're not promised tomorrow... *

Donny, come on out!

Yo, what's up, Jerome?

( laughing ):

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.

l have $500 that says

l'm gonna take your helmet.

That's a funny dude.

( horn beeping )

l'm gonna go bust

his fool ass.

Now, hold on.

ls Donny here yet?

Yeah, he's here.

l mean, if you want me to,

l'll tell Donny what's up.

Have Donny bust that fool,

feel me?

MAN:

Donny.

Yeah.

Yo, Kid, don't be such a

stranger, man, come on.

( mid-tempo R&B intro playing )

* l'm gonna ride, ride,

ride, ride, ride *

* Till l can't go no more *

* Test, test, testing,

one, two, three *

* l wanna make sure

you hear me... *

Whoo! Looks good.

Yeah, you hooked

this one up.

lt looks real good.

You're gonna have

to keep this on here

for another day

at least, though.

Mm-hmm.

Yo, l need you

to hook me up.

l got this new girl

who want to get a tattoo, right?

Uh-huh.

She want to put my name

on her cheek.

l take it you don't

mean on her face.

Mm-mm. ( chuckles )

Uh-uh.

You know how l do--

l got to brand my women.

-Uh-uh.

-Right on their ass.

* *

* Gonna ride, ride,

ride, ride, ride. *

Yo, what's up, Donny?

Who the hell are you?

WOMAN:

Yo, yo, yo

that's Slick

Will's son.

Okay. Wassup?

You too big to

pay respects, Kid?

How you doing,

Queenie?

l'm a'ight.

How you doing?

Guess l'm all right.

Yo, l thought

you might

want to know-- some drunk fool

calling you out.

( snickers )

That fool?

l beat him last week

for 200 bucks.

Oh, you know, man,

he talking about 500

and your lid.

What?!

( thuds on ground )

( crowd laughing )

You set that up, for real.

( engine revving,

tires squealing )

( engine turns off )

( percussive beat begins )

( syncopated beat enters )

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.

DONNY:

Yeah, right!

( revving engine )

What's happening?

Girl, what's happening now?

Whoa, lookit,

the queen has came out.

Hey, Queenie,

you up next?

( T.J. chuckles )

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.

( engines purring )

( kickstands clacking

rhythmically )

SMOKE:

Hey, how you doing?

-Yeah!

-( laughter )

Kick some ass.

( crowd cheering )

Keep the wheels down, boys.

( engines roaring )

( high-pitched squealing )

( rapid revving )

( crowd yelling )

( engines whining )

( piano plays somber intro )

* Though l have fallen short *

* My song one day will rise *

* Against your concrete

backdrop *

* Above your smoggy sky *

* And l'm gonna fly *

* *

* And l will say it loud *

* l have been set free *

* l have taken flight

because there is a king in me *

* And l'm gonna *

* Fly... *

( applause )

* Fly... *

( cheering and applause )

Hey, doll, wassup?

Wassup, wassup?

DONNY:

Kid!

( crowd quiets )

( engines idling softly )

l don't know

what the hell

your fool ass

was trying to prove...

but whatever it was,

you proved it.

l-l think l just won.

Yeah, you did.

( laughs )

Fill it up.

( crowd cheering and laughing )

( engines revving )

( engine stops )

You get any

of my messages?

l've been kind of busy.

Talk to you

for a second?

( sniffs )

l see you got your bike

running kind of right.

Oh, you think?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Shit.

l'm almost impressed, Kid.

( chuckles )

You could've got hurt

real bad out there, man.

l 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,

l'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, l forgot.

l'm supposed to jump

when you say ''jump''?

l'm not my father,

all right?

And what's that

supposed to mean?

lt means l'm not

kissing your ass

the way he did.

Before he died

he said l should wish

to be as good as you are.

Well, he was wrong...

'cause l'm better.

Now would be a good time

for you to get on your bike

and take your ass home.

l can't do that, Smoke.

l'm calling your ass out!

( laughing )

Figured you'd bitch up.

( crowd gasps )

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.

T.J. :

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.

lt's all right, T.J.

Kid was just

breaking out, y'all.

Ain't that right, Kid?

Oh, no doubt.

Come on, baby.

( engine revving )

T.J. :

All right.

Let's get back to partying.

Drinks on the house

for another hour.

( crowd cheering )

( dishes clattering )

( radio plays softly )

* *

lf you were gonna pull

some shit like that,

you could've let

a brother know.

( laughing )

Hey, man, it just happened.

No, no!

Racing against

me doesn't

just happen-- no, man, that's...

l mean...

We got paid, man.

What can l get you?

l'll have a Coke.

Anything else?

MAN:

Yeah, l'll take a Coke

myself, sweetheart

and a cheeseburger.

l'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 l 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.

lt's a

coincidence.

You know,

that's funny

'cause l know a little something

about coincidences.

ls that so?

Yeah. You'll

like this one.

Two months ago, some

brother rolls through

Los Vaqueros' annual

dance in Oaktown.

lt'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?!

( snickers )

One who races

with no lid.

Man.

See, the guy who the white boy

happened to beat was my cousin.

That's a

coincidence.

KlD:

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 l'm saying,

do your thing.

l feel that.

But l 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.

l 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?

STUNTMAN:

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 l'm crazy, Kid.

Tell me l'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

l'm doing.

l'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.

( both arguing )

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.

KlD:

Yo, Stunt, let's show him

how to do it, baby.

( engines revving )

Oh!

* You don't stop,

you don't stop... *

Come on, Primo!

You got blocks!

Keep up, son!

Come on, baby, let's go now!

( engine kicks

into higher gear )

* *

* Whoo, whoo, whoo! *

Whoo!

( howling )

( satisfied laughter )

* *

* Whoo! *

( laughing )

My name's Primo.

You ain't gonna forget

that name.

STUNTMAN:

What you think, Kid?

He got skills.

Way to step

up, son!

Ha, ha! Come on.

Yeah.

Hey, man!

-Whoo!

-Ow!

( raucous laughter )

( whirring )

( moans ):

Ow.

WOOD:

Baby-girl, now you got

to make sure

that the, uh, ''D''

is nice and straight.

Oh!

l mean, it's looking

a little crooked right here.

Wood? Move.

What? l'm saying

you got to...

Move!

All right.

Look, here.

Hurry up.

l got to get back

to the shop, you know?

l'm still on

the clock.

Hey, sweetie,

l 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.

l got you.

You know.

lt hurts?

Yeah.

You can take

the pain.

( knocking )

WOOD:

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. l saw you race.

l think you're crazy.

Well, l think

some people like crazy.

Look, l'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...

( radio plays faintly )

KlD:

l wasn't trying to cause static

at the dance.

l was just trying

to show off my bike.

Things got out of control,

so, l apologize to you, T.J.

l understand that.

But, you see,

l ain't the only one

you should be apologizing to.

l apologize.

( sighs softly )

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.

l'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?

ln 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.

l understand that.

Good for you.

All those in favor of Kid's club

being recognized...

acknowledge.

So what y'all going

to call yourself?

( hard rock music playing )

* Ready? *

* Let's go *

* Ready? *

* Let's go! *

* *

( engines revving )

( electrical zap )

You okay?

Yeah, l'm good.

Okay.

'Cause, um... l just thought

it might hurt a little.

No. lt's all good.

lt kind of helps

if you breathe a little bit.

Just...

( breathes deeply )

( chuckles )

Breathe.

You know, Tina...

l'm really feeling you.

Feeling me?

Yeah.

You know, l mean,

l like you a lot.

Kid, how would you know that?

You hardly even know me.

l just know.

That's all, you know?

So, what does this mean?

Oh... uh...

lt's something my dad,

uh... used to say.

lt means, uh, whatever,

whoever steps to you...

just remember who you are.

You know... keep it real.

l know about

what happened to him.

l'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?

l guess so.

Yeah.

Oh... l forgot to thank you

for my flowers.

Thank you.

You know, l never flowed

like that before.

Never... you know,

bought flowers

for a girl.

Yeah, l could tell.

Yeah?

Um...

Picked them out myself.

l can tell that, too.

( soft, romantic music playing )

* l can't promise you love... *

Come here.

* l can't promise

you'll leave... *

Come here.

* ln my heart of hearts *

* Higher to fire *

* Death will come fast *

* l want to be free *

* Closer to this fire. *

Think of

the sexiest girl

you ever seen

in your life--

the sexiest--

and l'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, l 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,

l'm thinking

the same thing.

Only she ain't

got no money.

So, she says if l win,

l get whatever l want.

Whoa.

So, did you win?

What you think?

So, l takes her back

to the motel

to settle our debt, right?

And Shorty starts

kissing on me...

You know what

l'm saying?

Starts twirling

her tongue in my ear

and l'm saying, son,

that's my spot.

Don't twirl the tongue

in my ear.

No, that's a little more

than l 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 l could

tell Shorty to chill,

she got me handcuffed

to the headboard like... blah!

-Oh...

-Nice.

Next thing l know, five

of her friends come storming in.

-Oh...

-Nice.

No, see,

you're not hearing me, man.

lt'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 l 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.

l nearly burned my nuts off

on the way home.

( laughing )

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.

( laughing )

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.

( cheering )

And every dime

raised here today

goes towards purchasing

schoolbooks for kids

in our community.

( cheering )

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.

( laughing )

Now, please, give a warm welcome

to our motorcycle

sanitation engineers!

( cheering, hooting

and whistling )

( yelling )

Come on.

( hooting and hollering )

Damn.

Come on. Come on.

Hang on, hang on, hang on!

Before all you sisters

get too salty,

please say hello to Turbo.

( women cheering )

Oh... !

No, no, no, no!

What?

Yo, man, that's what

l'm talking about.

( cheering continue )

Do they come any tighter,

them shorts he got on?

l 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!

* Girl, you looking good

nowadays *

* And l heard you like a man *

* Maybe l can be the one

who cares into your pain *

* Well, l need you... *

* No, no, no... *

l think, um, you

need to cool off.

( giggles )

Hey, you... l see you.

* *

lf 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?

l really wouldn't know.

Well, ain't

y'all involved?

Brothers and commitment.

You know about that one,

don't you?

That again.

Mmm. l suppose

it didn't help matters

that l beat him in a race.

You could've let him win.

Like l let you win?

Like you let me win?

( chuckles )

Don't let me keep you, huh?

Wouldn't want you

to feel ''smothered.''

l'm up next.

STUNTMAN:

Hey, yo, Kid!

These guys want

to talk to you.

Hey, Kid, l'm Philly.

What's up, man?

-And l'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?

l 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.

( engine revving )

( hard rock music playing )

( waves splashing )

Don't jump, Smoke.

lt 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.

l been watching you--

riding safe, careful...

not taking any chances.

You ain't got the heart

to be King of Cali.

Not no more.

l can see that

in your eyes.

You sure that's

what you see?

Look again.

l'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.

( whistles softly )

Three Gs?

How about five?

Five, baby.

( motorcycle revving )

* l'm going to ride... *

* *

( revving engine )

( cheering )

Wait up!

( hoots and hollers )

( engines roaring )

( tires screeching )

( sound distorts )

( engines revving )

( cheering )

You see that?

( sound fades )

( engines revving )

Go! Come on! Yeah!

( cheering )

SOUL TRAlN:

Baby, that's what

l'm talking about.

( cheering )

Ooh! Ooh!

That's right.

Give it up.

Get your little ass

on over there, homeboy.

( tires screeching )

( cheering )

Where there's smoke,

there's 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 l 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.

( punch lands, grunting )

( crowd gasps )

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.

( whistles )

Come on, you

can do it, boy.

Come on, boy.

( kissing sound )

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.

( laughing )

That's a doggone shame.

( laughing )

SOUL TRAlN:

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.

ALL:

Black Knight!

That's right. Keep going.

( motorcycles approaching )

* Just when you thought

it was over *

* Just when you thought

it was Done *

* Just when you thought

it was safe now *

* We did it *

* Just when you thought

it was over *

* Just when you thought

it was Done *

* Just when you thought

it was safe now *

* We did it *

* Fast Cars, Fast Brauds *

* 'Cause l'm

a rock star, baby *

* Born in the USA *

* l'm gonna hit the highway

on my Harley *

* Do about 38 *

* Nothin' else

but take it easy *

* Any woman what won't

please me, l'll give her up *

* Anything that won't

touch me or move me *

* l'll give it up *

* And l know

you're all serious *

* Nevermore your whipping boy *

* Yeah, we did it... *

l thought you were

supposed to race before me.

We were.

l guess you're

not the only one

who likes to make

an entrance.

( cheering )

T.J.

( laughing )

( crowd talking )

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 up

an excuse?

Say again?

Are we racing

or you just

blowing smoke?

Let's race.

Black Knights...

let's roll.

( motorcycles start up )

( revving engines )

( laughing )

Our boy's going

to wreck you, man!

He's going to wreck you!

lt's all about

the Soul Brothers!

The Soul Brothers

look like ''ole'' brothers.

Have your boy call it.

( engines revving )

( engines rev up )

Kid, you're wasting time!

Come on, baby, do your thing!

Come on, baby!

Yeah!

* *

( sirens blaring )

All right, thanks, Elroy.

Okay.

The bail's

been taken care of.

At some point, he's

going to have to appear

in front of a judge.

Now, if you want,

l can pull a few strings.

Get him off with a fine,

maybe community service.

( laughs )

You're not used to me

sounding like a lawyer, huh?

l just never thought

my son would need one.

Damn! Oh...

l have been in denial,

Soul Train.

Well, that is one way

of putting it.

Thanks for understanding.

Look, Anita, uh...

the night Slick Will died...

everybody was running around

and... screaming and...

but l swear to God...

he didn't even blink

when that bike came at him.

And Kid is just as fearless,

so if he does go down...

you should know it's not going

to be on anybody's sideline.

ANlTA:

How long you been racing?

About six months.

Ma, l'm real good.

Damn it, Jalil!

l'm real good.

l don't care how good

you think you are!

Do you know what we

call bikers in the ER?

Organ donors!

You hit that pavement

at 120 miles an hour, baby,

and it is over.

l'm not going down.

There's only two

kind of riders--

those that been down, and

those that gonna go down.

There must be three kind,

them and me,

'cause, you know,

l'm... l'm good.

Jalil...

What?!

l lost your father

like this.

Dad wasn't even racing.

He was playing it

''better safe than sorry.''

And if you play it safe,

you sorry.

What did...?

Boy, let me tell you something.

l have lived too long, and

l have been through too much

to go through this again.

Now l am not

gonna sit here

and watch you go

down like this,

not while you living

under my roof

so you tell me right now--

are you going

to keep racing?

'Cause, if so, l will pack

your bags my damn self.

And you can go stay

with your friends.

Ma, why you tripping?

Are you gonna race, Jalil?

No.

Out.

What?

Get out the goddamn car!

l don't want you back in

that car if you lyin' to me.

Now, you tell me, are you going

to keep racing: yes or no?

Mom, come on.

l li...

No!

You promise?

l said no.

You got what you wanted.

l promise.

Are we through?

Are we through?!

Yeah, we're through.

TlNA:

Well, maybe

if she can't understand

where you're coming from,

maybe you should try

to understand

where she's coming from.

KlD:

l thought you had my back.

l do.

l'm just saying.

Baby, maybe she's just afraid

of losing you.

Why you so concerned

about what happens

between me and my mother?

l'm just trying to make

sure you're a'ight.

Okay, punk?

Punk?

Mm-hmm.

Punk.

What you gonna do, hmm?

You know this punk

loves you, right?

What?

l'm saying...

l got mad love for you.

l think

it's pretty obvious

how you feel about

a brother so, uh...

Okay, l'm-l'm

really not ready

to have this

conversation.

l ain't ready to have

the conversation, either.

l'm just saying that l know,

and l love you.

The Black Knights'

annual dance is tonight.

l thought you'd

been gone by now.

Got to get a date first.

Her name is Tina,

and Jalil

is a-whupped.

Cee Cee, l don't want

you talking like that.

Yeah, shut up, girl.

Eh, Jalil.

Anyway...

you know, Dad used to take you

to the dance all the time,

right?

Might as well keep

the tradition alive.

Can't remember

the last time l saw you out.

What are you

talking about, boy?

l'm saying Tina's not my date.

You are.

You should go, Mom.

Yeah, Mom,

you should go.

Yeah, you should go.

( engine revving,

tires squealing )

( engine rumbling )

* Hey, lady *

* Can l get a ride? *

* La-da, da-da, da-da... *

( crowd cheering )

* Yeah, yeah, hey, girl *

* What up? *

* Tell 'em that

you feelin' real *

* Tell 'em, uh, whoo *

* Put your hand in my hand *

* Keep me calm *

* Put your hand in my hand *

* Superstar *

* Hey, lady, *

* Come on now *

* Can l get a witness? *

* La-da, da-da, da-da *

* Check it out *

* Girl, put your hand

in my hand *

* Be brave

and put your hand in my hand *

* Yeah, yeah, hey, girl *

* Tell 'em that

you're feelin' real *

* Whoo! *

WOOD:

Riding high, ain't

you, youngster.

Even heard you're thinking

about going up to Fresno.

Yeah, l'm thinking about it.

Yeah, l seen

a few of your races.

You a'ight.

l heard about the race

between Dogg and Smoke,

and you Strayz

got your ass whipped.

Young boy got his chest

all pumped up.

Who have you raced that's

even worth talking about, man?

Motherland.

Did he say Motherland? Yo!

My grandmama

can beat that fool.

l beat her, too.

( snickering )

Oh, you're a comedian, huh?

Look here...

the only reason l ain't put

my foot in your ass yet

is 'cause of Baby-girl

But l'm going to give you

some act-right, youngster.

Believe that.

Hmm.

Look here, man,

l'm here 'cause

l'm calling you out.

On behalf of who?

Dogg?

On behalf of the Strayz.

You talk like a man.

Let's see if you can

ride like one.

Next time, Stray.

Dang, Baby-girl, you sure

know how to pick 'em.

Kid, only person

ever beat Dogg is Smoke.

You knock Dogg out the box,

and Smoke can't dodge you.

Look, man, l promised

my mother l lay low,

so that's what l'm doing,

so just chill.

This puts you one step away.

Y'all Biker Bitches going

to keep on whispering,

or you going to step up

like a man, Kid?

l got Dogg outside

waiting for you.

Look, man, if you ain't going

to race for no paper...

damn, at least do it

for some self-respect.

( laughing quietly )

Oh, l forgot.

You're just like

your bitch-ass daddy.

-J, come on...

-You know my daddy?

TlNA:

Calm down now.

Hey, thanks.

Move, move, move!

* Your competition, oh *

* No competition, no *

* Easy, l got

my own modus operandi *

* Permanent free, like a lotus,

l envy not... *

Excuse me.

What?!

Walk!

Who the hell are you,

coming up in here...

Slow your roll, girl.

Slow your roll.

You don't want no

problems with this lady.

l'll be right

with you, a'ight?

l'll be right

with you.

Still on the prowl.

l thought by now

you'd grown up.

( exasperated sigh )

Nice to see you, too, Anita.

* *

Let's go out back to talk.

l need to talk to you

now, Smoke.

l think Jalil's

going to race

some crazy-looking brother

in a Strayz jacket.

SMOKE:

Oh, you're talking about Wood.

No, if he was racing,

he'd be racing against Dogg.

-l need you to stop it.

-Why?

l've already lost one of

my own to this bullshit.

l'm not looking

to lose my baby.

Well, l'm not the one

you need to be talkin' to.

Well, l am talking to you.

( sighs )

He don't listen to me, Anita.

He ain't paid attention to

a word l said since Will died.

Now, what makes you think

he's going to pay

two shits of attention

to what l got to say now?

You told me if l ever needed

anything, you got me.

Oh, you did say

that, didn't you?

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, Anita!

l'm asking you to stop it.

What am l supposed to do?

You know how the set go.

What, l'm supposed

to just jump up

and say, ''Hey, hey, hey.

No, y'all can't do this''?

The man has laid down

a challenge.

lt's been accepted.

l can't stop that.

That ain't how we do this.

l ain't asking

how you do it.

l'm telling you

what you gonna do.

Why the hell would l do that?

Because he's your son.

What you say?

What you say?!

Jalil is your son, Smoke.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Yes, Smoke!

He's your son.

And if you didn't have your head

so far up your ass,

you'd know this.

( can clanking )

You serious?

Yes, l'm serious.

He was born eight months

after l got with Will.

Who was l with

before then?

Who did l have

to cut loose

because he changed his women

as much as he changed

his drawers?

Almost 19 years

and you never looked at him.

l looked at him.

Damn!

Damn, you're dropping this

on me now

and l'm the one

that's got my head up my ass?

Okay, all right, that's fair.

Maybe l should've

told you before.

And maybe l shouldn't

be telling you at all.

But now you know.

Did Will know?

He never asked.

But he wasn't stupid.

He had eyes.

He knows it takes nine months

to make a baby.

Well, if l was deaf,

dumb and blind,

it wouldn't justify this.

You should've told me, Anita.

Smoke, l tried.

Not hard enough.

Well, it's kind of hard

talking to somebody

when they in bed

with another woman.

Okay, look, this has

nothing to do with me.

All right, but...

l'm just asking.

Do right by Kid.

This is bullshit, Anita.

Are you going

to do it, or not?

Kid! Dogg!

Let's do it.

lt's only trackin'

in this, right now.

STUNTMAN:

Puttin' us on the map, baby!

Beat him up!

Yeah!

MAN:

Yeah!

Yo, what's up, Dogg?

That's a nice lid, man.

Like that?

Hell, yeah.

lt's a shame

you won't be able

to take that

home with you.

( wry laugh )

Kid, Kid.

l don't know whether

l should waste my time

whipping your ass

in this race...

or take you across my knee.

SMOKE:

Kid!

Come here.

For what?

We need to talk.

Man, l'm about to race!

l said get your ass

over here now!

What?

Get off the bike.

Get over here now!

Aw...

What's the matter?

Smokey won't let you come out

and play with the bandit

tonight?

l'm tired of you, Smoke!

PRlMO:

This ain't your race, man!

We tryin' to do

something out here!

What's your problem, Smoke?

Kid...

what are you doing, man?

What does it look

like l'm doing?

l'm setting to ride, man.

Not tonight, kid.

You ain't racing tonight.

Man, you buggin', man.

Listen to me for

a second, all right?

Listen to me.

Now, l was with the Black

Knights for five years

before l had my first race.

lt takes that long to

develop the skill, all right?

lt's not the engine.

lt's not the bike.

lt's the rider, his reflexes.

l know you good.

You real good, but...

( breathing hard )

you don't have the experience

to go up against Dogg.

Man, shut up, have a seat!

-Man, l'm about to...

-Kid...

Watch me race.

Not tonight.

( groaning )

( all yelling )

That boy better learn

how to duck or something!

( laughing )

PRlMO:

Smoke, what you doing, man?

MOTHERLAND:

Primo, back off.

( dance music playing )

SMOKE:

Train. Train!

Yo.

Seen Nita?

She caught a ride.

When?

Couple minutes ago.

Hey... you all right?

Yeah, yeah,

l'm all right.

( rap song playing )

This is supposed

to be fun, Prez.

( yelling, bottles clattering )

Stay out of it!

He jumped him from behind!

You stay out of it!

You... stay

out of it!

Hey, hey! You just make sure

you stay out of it!

Get up!

Kick his ass!

Go on, Prez!

Kick his ass, Kid!

Easy, big man!

Easy!

( bottles clattering )

( cheering and whooping )

Come on. Hit him.

Come on. Come on!

l told you that boy

needed some act-right.

You all right?

( grunts )

STUNTMAN:

Get up, Kid.

( coughs )

( gasps )

Who else knew about this?

Train is the only person

l ever confided in.

What about Smoke?

l told him tonight.

Come here, baby.

What are you doing?

You talkin' about ''give me

your word'' for racing?

You been lyin' to me

my whole life!

Jalil, baby, let's just

sit down and talk about--

About what?

Jalil...

Jalil!

( engine roaring )

( sobbing )

( slow knocking on door )

( lock clicks )

What you want, Queenie?

l figured you wouldn't

want to be alone tonight.

What made you think

l would be?

Like l couldn't kick

the ass of the skank

you've been hanging

out with lately.

You want me to go,

l'll go.

( Queenie sighs )

( seagulls calling )

We gonna win more lids

than any crew on the set.

And we gonna out-hustle

every crew off the set.

Kid...

now, you know

we can't be legit

if we go back to hustling,

all right?

Set won't let us.

KlD:

And another thing.

From now on, Biker Boyz

set their own rules!

We doin' wheelies,

they can't even name it.

We're doing stoppies, yo,

they can't even frame it.

Biker Boyz!

ALL:

Yeah!

l said Biker Boyz!

ALL:

Yeah!

-A'ight?

-ALL: A'ight!

* Passion, the will to win,

the spark within *

* Passion, the strength within

the hearts of men *

* Passion, the drive to press,

to strive for best *

* To rise, you've just arrived,

the quest is driven through *

* Passion, to play through pain

and love the game *

* Passion, to break the chain

and blaze the flame *

* Passion, the fight for rights

to love your life *

* To rise, you've just arrived *

Biker Boyz!

* The quest is driven

through passion! *

* Propaganda,

positive propositions *

* Politician, musician,

and a triple optician *

* Still part of my mission's

to slaughter the opposition *

* Critics that don't get it,

l tell 'em to stop bitchin' *

* l do without blacks,

l've done it without cash *

* Strictly for the love

of the art, that's passion *

* Flashin', rappin' or jammin'

or soundblastin' *

* When Quannum meets Expansion,

this is what happens... *

( engine revving )

* Passion, the will to win,

the spark within *

* Passion, the strength within

the hearts of men *

* Passion, the drive to press,

to strive for best, to rise *

* You've just arrived, the quest

is driven through passion *

Rain check. Fresno.

What comes with it?

* Vibrations for years,

l've been waitin' for years *

* l've been patient for years *

* We ain't playin' this year,

we hold stake in this here *

* lt ain't safe for this year *

* We in the zone, watch

next level, takin' it there *

* This is passion... *

( engine revving )

* Passion... *

( electronic gunfire )

* Passion... *

( grunting )

-You see that?

-Oh, my God!

* Passion, the will to win,

the spark within *

* Passion, the will to win,

the spark within *

* Passion, the strength

within the hearts of men *

* Passion, the drive to press,

to strive for best, to rise *

* You've just arrived, the quest

is driven through *

* Passion, to play through pain

and love the game *

* Passion, to break the chain

and blaze the flame *

* Passion, the fight for rights

to love your life, to rise *

* You've just arrived, the quest

is driven through passion! *

( gun cocks )

Are you bulletproof,

Biker Boy?

SMOKE:

Hey, Max!

You want to slow your roll?

Hey, Smoke, my man.

lt's been a while.

Long time.

l need you

to cut him loose, Max.

ls that so?

( switches flipping )

Yeah.

Well, you know

what, Smoke?

l'm afraid

l can't do that.

Why not?

Well, because this asshole

and his knucklehead friends,

they came down to my turf

and they hustled my nephew

out of how much?

1 ,200 bucks.

Can we make it right?

Go back inside.

That's not an option.

l want double the money back.

Done.

And l want you to make sure

that that asshole

learns his lesson.

Oh, l'll take care

of that, all right.

( engine rumbling )

( engines roaring )

You know l

could have you

thrown off

the set, right?

Do what you gotta do.

So, how you wanna

handle things

between me

and you then?

l'm 18 years old.

We ain't got shit

to handle.

You do your thing,

l'll do mine.

Yeah, a'ight,

but l need you

to hear me on

something, a'ight?

What?

Your mother's right

to be worried about you.

The way you rolling,

you ain't gonna see 19.

Now you need to slow

your ass down.

You need to stop telling me

what to do!

My dad died trying to follow

your ass around!

Damn, Kid, why can't we just...?

Why can't we just talk?

You know, like...

Like what?

Father and son?

No, like friends.

We ain't friends.

All right, father and son, then.

We ain't that either.

Jalil, l'm your father.

Fuck you, Smoke!

So, it's like that, huh?

lt's like that.

Let me ask you something,

man to man.

You still think

you got enough heart to race me?

Shit, l got enough heart

to prove

you ain't half the man

you think you are.

Well, why don't we do that then?

One thing.

lf l win...

you quit.

No hustling, no racing,

no bullshit.

Now, why would l stop racing?

You seen what l can do.

Don't mean shit

without the crown.

l am the King of Cali, baby.

Me, Smoke.

These are my terms.

l win, you quit.

You want the ride,

or you scared?

l want the ride.

Good.

But l don't want

to do it here.

Let's do it in

front of everybody.

l'm saying Fresno.

You want to try

to put me

back on the straight

and narrow? Fine.

You win, l quit.

But if l win... you quit.

Now... you want that ride?

Or are you scared?

( knocking )

( sports playing on TV )

Um, Kid?

What?

lt's, um, company.

TlNA:

Um... l'm gonna...

l'm gonna go

( turns TV off )

to the store...

and l'll be back.

( door closes )

What's up?

Hey.

l'll get some clothes on.

l'm, uh, sorry to drop

in on you like this.

Oh, that's cool.

Um, l-l brought

some things

that l thought you might need.

( chuckling )

Hey, l've been

promising you

that rematch,

so, if you want

to practice up, it's on.

A rematch.

l've been meaning

to give you something, too.

Hold on.

No, Jalil.

Mom, please.

Just because

l'm not living there

doesn't mean l shouldn't

help you out.

l was raised better

than that.

No, baby.

You keep it.

-Mom...

-You keep it.

So... how you

doing, baby?

l mean...

are you okay?

l'm good.

The word is, um,

you're going to Fresno.

l am.

You be careful.

Hey, Mom.

Um... l want to know,

you know,

if Dad was still alive,

would you...

would you have told me?

l don't know.

Would you have

wanted me to?

l don't know.

( lyrical R&B intro playing )

* Gotta love us, gotta like us *

* Trigger Gs on motorcycles *

* Always rolling,

smoking something *

* Always popping wheelies *

* Now, you gotta love us,

gotta like us *

* Trigger Gs on motorcycles *

* Always rolling,

smoking something *

( engine roaring )

* You gotta love us,

gotta like us *

* Trigger Gs on motorcycles *

* Always rolling,

smoking something *

* Burning out peeling... *

* lt's the weekend *

* Let's ride our bikes

and show 'em we stars *

* These haters,

jealous of our bike *

* They got more chrome

than they car... *

( engines roaring )

( cheering )

( engines roaring )

( crowd murmuring )

( siren wailing )

Got nothing but

fire here, baby.

Nothing but fire.

Doesn't matter

if he shows up

with the space shuttle

today.

Smoke ain't gonna save

his ass today, l tell you that.

-Not today, brother.

-No.

Not today.

Hey, Kid.

( engine idling )

* *

( revving engine )

( audience cheering )

( revving engine )

( both engines revving )

( tires screeching )

( cheering )

( crowd gasping )

WOMAN:

Did you see that?

PRlMO:

Oh, man, come on!

Get out the way!

Come on!

Hey, hey, hey.

Kid!

Come on!

Yo! Yo, come on!

Damn.

ls he a'ight?

Be quiet.

Well, baby, l'm just

trying to see...

Just be quiet!

( panting )

Kid...

( panting )

Kid, you all right?

( muffled ):

Yeah, l'm fine.

Hold still, man.

Hey, Kid, hold still.

Hold still, now.

-l'm fine, man.

-Now wait for... the paramedics.

You okay, sir?

l'm good.

-Sir, are you okay?

-l said l-l'm okay!

Let 'em check you out, Kid.

Let 'em check you out.

-Back up, man.

-( crowd cheering )

He's up and

he looks good.

He looks good, man.

Walk it off, yo.

( cheering )

Come on!

And he pulled it out!

That's my boy right there.

KlD:

Thanks for seeing

that l was all right.

SMOKE:

No problem.

( sighs )

About your ride...

lt'll be ready.

By tomorrow?

l don't think so.

Don't worry about me.

Just make sure you show up.

Oh, yeah,

l'll be there.

( sighs )

Cops are shutting

the track down.

Too many people got hurt

out here.

But we found this

greedy-ass farmer

who's gonna let us use

his property.

l'll get you directions. Noon?

Noon.

Now, just so you know, Kid...

...when Slick Will

worked on my bike

and said l should race, l raced.

When he worked on my ride

and said l should lay low,

l did so.

He didn't

follow me around.

l followed him.

SMOKE:

Did you see the way

he laid the bike down

and got up and walked away?

You see that?

QUEENlE:

Mm-hmm.

Damn, that boy got steel,

l'm telling you.

You scared?

-Oh, don't get it twisted now.

-( laughing )

l will be whipping that ass.

Mm-hmm.

-Oh, yes.

-( laughing )

Shit.

You know, l had this dream

a couple of nights ago.

Will was still alive, right?

He asked me if...

he could race Kid instead of me,

so l said yeah.

They got on their bikes

and started racing.

QUEENlE:

Yeah?

Who won?

Well, that's the weird thing--

Will won.

Really?

Yeah.

Been... racking my brain

trying to figure out

what it means, you know?

Yeah? What'd you come up with?

Uh...

l think it means that...

l mean, even as pissed off

as l was with Anita

for waiting so damn long

to tell me,

l wouldn't have been half the

father to Kid that Will was.

l mean... l mean,

l know that's true.

But if you ask me,

he needs a father now

just as much as

he did before.

Make him grow up.

Yeah.

Give it a go.

( crackling )

Shit! God!

( clunking )

You all right?

You okay?

( engines approaching )

( brakes squeaking )

( engines stop )

( crickets chirping )

Yo, Dogg, it's all bad.

l can't even

fix this.

Not by tomorrow.

l've been wanting Smoke's crown

ever since l was on the set.

Had my chances.

But you...

My fault you went down today.

My fault if your ride

ain't ready.

Only two bikes

l've seen out here

as powerful as Smoke's--

yours...

and mine.

You think you're

up to it,

l'll lend it to you.

Just promise me you'll bring

his punk-ass down.

* *

Baby, are you gonna

come to sleep?

Yeah, in a minute.

( sniffs )

You were right all along.

About what?

l do love you.

l told you that.

( chuckles )

( engines idling softly )

( emphatic single drumbeat )

( slow, dramatic music begins )

* *

( horse neighs )

* *

The road on the other

side of the hill

and Kid wants Tina

to call the start.

l'll see.

Smoke wants this man-to-man.

No nitrous, no bullshit.

l'll see.

( engines revving )

He says he wants

his girl, Tina,

to start the race.

STUNTMAN:

He wants it straight up,

man-to-man.

No nitrous, no bullshit

no tricks.

( high-pitched fluttering )

( slows to normal idling )

( engine revs twice )

( engines rumbling )

( metallic screech )

( clanks on ground )

( air hisses )

( birds chittering )

You know, somebody asked me

the other day.

That's right, baby,

what they ask you?

They said, ''Soul Train.''

Soul Train.

''Why them Biker Boyz

wear yellow?''

l said, '''Cause they scared!''

( disgruntled murmuring )

They said, ''Soul Train,

why do Biker Boyz wear black?''

l said, ''Because

they want to be Knights!''

Knights.

( men grumbling )

Knights!

Wassup?

( grumbling continues )

You gonna bow down today, son.

No, Biker Boyz don't bow down.

MAN:

On your knees.

PRlMO:

We rise up and above!

We rise up

and above!

Yo, Soul Train...

Yep.

Yeah.

( shouting )

Soon, he will be smoked!

And we will set fire

to that ass!

PRlMO:

Biker Boyz don't bow down!

( all shouting )

( sound fades away )

( weeds rustling )

( engine rumbling )

( sighing softly )

( footsteps crunching lightly )

( percussive music begins )

( whooshing )

* *

( dramatic drumbeats )

( engines revving )

( uptempo music plays )

( engines whining )

* *

( music segues

to somber melody )

* *

KlD:

My dad died trying

to follow your ass around.

ANlTA:

l thought by now

you'd grown up.

DOGG:

You ain't got the heart

to be King of Cali.

* *

KlD:

He said l should wish

to be as good as you are.

QUEENlE:

He needs a father now,

just as much as he did before.

ANlTA:

Jalil is your son, Smoke.

QUEENlE:

Make him grow up.

* *

( engine pitch lowers slightly )

( engines slowing )

Whew.

( birds chirping )

You know what this means?

l'm the King of Cali.

True dat.

Represent, Kid,

whatever that means to you.

And so you know...

Will was always proud

of you, man.

Said so all the time.

l'm proud of you, too.

Hey, Smoke.

Yeah?

You know, you're my dad.

We can't change that,

even if we wanted to.

No.

But l'm going to represent.

Straight up.

No hustling.

No bullshit.

But, uh...

l want you to hold

onto this for me.

Keep it, man.

You've won it.

lt's yours.

So, one day, l'll come by

and get it from you

if that's okay.

All right...

All right.

Burn rubber.

Not your soul.

* *

( engine starts )

* *

* And if it gets hard to focus *

* When you're traveling

almost at the speed of sound *

* Feelin' nowhere bound *

* Remember what l told you,

and don't you dare look down *

( crowd cheering )

* Don't you dare look down... *

KlD:

The difference

between men and boys

is the lessons they learn.

My father taught me plenty.

( engines roaring )

( rap song playing )

* *

( engine roaring )

( rap song continues )

* *

( siren wailing )

* *

( music segues to rock intro )

* *

( song ends )

( engine revving )

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