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( 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! *

* 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!

Damn.

( dance music playing )

* *

Excuse me.

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 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.
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!

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?

How about five?

Five, baby.

( motorcycle revving )

* l'm going to ride... *

* *

* *

( revving engine )

( cheering )

( cheering )

Wait up!

( hoots and hollers )

( engines roaring )

( tires screeching )

( sound distorts )

( engines revving )

( cheering )

( cheering )

You see that?
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!
-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.

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!
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!
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.

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 )

( 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 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 )

* *

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* *

* *

* *

* *

* *

* *

* *

* *

( 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.

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 )

* *

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( engine roaring )

( rap song continues )

* *

* *

* *

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* *

( siren wailing )

* *

( music segues to rock intro )

* *

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( song ends )

( engine revving )

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