Central Booking - Prince Paul

OFFICER O’MALEY BITCHKOWSKI: Okay, punk!

I think you know the routine!

TARIQ: C’mon, don’t I get one call?

OFFICER O’MALEY BITCHKOWSKI: Not 'til you talk to the captain!

OFFICER OB: Here’s the scum, Captain!

POLICE CAPTAIN: Take a seat!

… Hmm… I just got your résumé!

TARIQ: Résumé?

POLICE CAPTAIN: It seems as though you’re a good kid.

No prior convictions.

Why?

TARIQ: Why?

Yo, wh— What are you talking about?

POLICE CAPTAIN: Don’t play games with me!

Tell me who’s your boss!

TARIQ: Can I make my call now?

POLICE CAPTAIN: Bitchkowski!

Give this punk his call!

Get him out of here!

OFFICER OB: Here!

You got two minutes, punk!

Use it wisely!

MOTHER: Hello?

TARIQ: Hello, ma.

I’m in a little bit of trouble

MOTHER: Baby, what is it?

What’s wrong?

TARIQ: Ma, I’m in jail.

The third precinct

MOTHER: What?!

TARIQ: I— I— I can’t explain now, ma.

Just get me out, please?

C’mon!

MOTHER: Okay, I’ll call Tru!

TARIQ: No, ma!

Not Tru!

Trust me.

Not him

MOTHER: Okay.

I’ll send the Reverend.

He’ll know what to do

TARIQ: Cool, ma, whatever.

Please, just get me out of here.

We’ll talk about it

later

TARIQ (NARRATION): This was definitely the worst time of my life.

Locked up, set up, and fucked up.

And I got two days 'til my meeting with the

Wu.

Damn.

I don’t know what I’m gon' do.

I guess I’ll just sit and wait 'til

the Rev gets here

CONVICT 2: See yo, it ain’t going down like that.

Don’t play me like that.

Don’t play me, man

CONVICT 3: Can’t leave ‘em up in this motherfucker…

CONVICT 1: Aight, man, let’s just— Aye, man.

Aye, y’all niggas tripping, man!

Y’all better give back my man’s shit, man!

Just give it back, man!

CONVICT 2: Yeah…

CONVICT 1: Just, fuck it, man, just give my nigga’s shit back!