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[tambourine rattling]

[pensive music]

-All right, God, we thank you, we thank you.

How wonderful you are, God.

Look at how You brought Ricky out, God.

We are so delighted that he is

with us now. -Whoo.

[Worshiper] Ricky is home.

You protected and shielded him. You covered him.

Keep him, oh, God. ♪ Ooh ♪

[Worshiper] We thank you for your goodness.

Thank you for your mercy.

Father God, help him right his ships.

Thank you, God, thank you.

Thank you for keeping him.

[Worshiper] Hallelujah.

♪ Ooh ♪ [pensive music continues]

[vehicle beeping] [pensive music continues]

[singer vocalizing] [vehicle continues beeping]

[door clicking and clattering]

[Worker] Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow.

Slow, slow, slow, wait, back.

[laid-back music]

♪ Vanderslice sent a beat, man ♪

♪ The rest is history, yeah ♪

[box clattering]

[workers chattering indistinctly]

[door thuds and squeaks]

[door clicks] [vehicle beeping]

-Damn.

[traffic whooshing]

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Though I'm battered and blue, ♪

♪ feel like I'm born to lose ♪

♪ Though I never been, never been, never ♪

♪ Never have I been so low ♪

♪ Now there's only one way to go, oh ♪

♪ And I never ♪ ♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up ♪ [phone ringing]

♪ Never give up ♪ -[James] Yo.

[Ricky] Yo, come scoop me.

[James] Scoop you?

[Ricky] This bus is taking forever, yo.

[James] Nigga, I'm doing something right now.

[Ricky] You ain't doing shit, dawg.

I'm serious. I need a ride, bro.

[James] Yo, I'm like, I need, like,

I need, like, an hour, bro, all right?

Yo, I gotta go.

[phone beeping] ♪ Give up, never ♪

♪ Never will I give up ♪ ♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up ♪

♪ No, no, no, no ♪ ♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up ♪

♪ I'm so thankful ♪

♪ I can feel the tingle from my head to my ankles ♪

♪ And I never felt, never felt ♪

♪ Never, never have I felt so cold ♪

[traffic whooshing]

♪ I bring a chill to your bones ♪

♪ Don't you know, don't you know ♪

♪ 'Cause I never ♪ ♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up ♪

-Damn. ♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up ♪

[Ricky] What's up, little man?

[Jaz] Yo, what you doing?

What the hell are you doing? Gimme the ball.

-Oh, nah, it just rolled... -Give me the ball...

-down to the street.

-Please, help me. -Hey, hold up.

-Kareem, what did I tell you about doing that?

-Hold up. He need a cut?

-What? Stand here.

-I'm a barber. -Who are you?

-Me, uh, my name Rick.

-Rick what? From where?

I don't know you. Why are you talking to my son?

-Nah, I, I just got back into town.

-You don't hear how crazy you sound talking to me right now?

Why are you talking to my son?

-Nah, deadass.

I just got off work, but I cut hair, too.

-Okay, well, what's your socials?

-My what? -Like your Gram,

something that'll tell me who you are.

Who are you?

-Oh, nah, I don't, uh, I don't mess with all that.

-Okay, you're done. -Hey, Hold, hold, hold up.

Let me show you. I'm a barber, for real.

Like, see what I'm saying?

Not that one, I didn't do that one.

-Mm-hmm. -Or that one.

-Okay. -But yeah, but this.

-You did this one? -That was me, yep.

I'm saying I could hook little man up.

You know what I mean? He look like he could use it.

[traffic whooshing]

[Jaz] All right, give me your number.

-Nah, it's, it's a, uh, it's a new phone, so-

-You don't know your own number?

-No, I, I know it, but, you know,

I've been trying to figure out, um...

-Right, right, okay. -So-

-I'm gonna give you my number.

[phone rings and beeps]

It's me, 'kay?

-Hey, what you say your name was?

-Oh, I didn't.

[door clicks and squeaks]

[horn honking]

[people chattering indistinctly]

[dog barking] [traffic whooshing]

[sirens wailing]

[engine roaring] [distant rap music]

[footsteps plodding] [siren wailing]

[phone ringing] [engine humming]

[distant rap music]

[Dealer] Hey, OG, runtz.

-What'd you say?

[Dealer] Yo, what you deaf, nigga?

I said I got weed for sale.

-Man, fuck outta here. -Word?

-Yeah. -All right, bet.

[window whirring] [Ricky] Bullshit.

[engine roaring]

[tires screeching]

[Ricky] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Yo, yo, chill, chill.

-What's that shit you saying now?

-I ain't even on all that, bro, for real.

[gun rattling]

[Dealer] Fuck outta here.

♪ Ricky Bobby with the gat ♪

[engine roaring]

♪ Y'all ♪ ♪ Finish first, never last ♪

♪ Scoop ♪

♪ Watch me do all that ♪

[trash can clattering] ♪ Speed racing ♪

♪ Speed fast ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Speed racing ♪ ♪ Yes ♪

♪ Speed fast ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Speed racing ♪ [dog barking]

♪ Speed fast ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Speed racing ♪ [feet pattering]

♪ All today, overtime with the over days ♪

♪ Hold this down while I orchestrate ♪

Motherfucker, get your bitch-ass.

Motherfucker, yeah, the fuck you thought you was going?

-Yo, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill.

-Fuck that.

-What's y'all want? What y'all want?

-You made me run all this fucking way.

-I didn't do nothing.

-Hey, hey, you with the gun, put the fucking gun down.

Put the fucking gun down.

Put that fucking gun on the deck now!

You think I'm playing? I'll fucking smoke you.

Put it on the deck right now, motherfucker!

-All right, OG. -Get the fuck out.

You too, get the fuck outta here.

-Fuck you, bitch-ass nigga. -I'll put this

up your fucking ass.

-Fuck you. Get the Vaseline.

[Leslie] Get the fuck out.

-Look, man, they was trying- -Be cool.

-to rob me.

-They was trying to rob me. -Back the fuck up.

[Ricky] I, I didn't do nothing. They was trying to rob me.

I was just walking home from work.

I ain't do nothing, all right?

They was chasing me for no reason.

-There's always a reason. -Leslie.

-Swear to God, man. Look.

I was coming back from work. -Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, be fucking cool.

Slow! -Look, look,

-Leslie -I'm just coming back

from work. -Phone.

-I swear to God. -Leslie.

-Swear to God. -Angie,

go back in the house, honey.

[Angie] They're asking about the car.

-Okay, Ange, go back in.

[Angie] I already told you I want the car gone.

-Oh, my God. -I'm, I'm tired

of playing these games with you.

-Ange. -And who's that?

-Angie, love of my life, go back in the fucking house!

[dog barking] [siren wailing]

All right.

All right.

Go on. Get outta here.

Go!

[feet pattering] [siren wailing]

[dog barking]

[water pattering]

[hand knocking]

[Winnie] James.

[hand knocking]

James, I know you hear me. -Ma, it's me.

[Winnie] Ricky, didn't I ask you

to take out the trash earlier?

-I've been busy. I ain't get it yet.

I've been working.

[Winnie] Well, are you working now?

-Ma, I'm just trying, I'm trying to get out, okay?

[Winnie] Ricky, don't you give me that tone.

[sighs] I'm not. I'm just trying to get out.

[Winnie] Well, take the trash out when you're done.

-Mom.

[door squeaking]

[dog barking] [door clattering]

[door squeaking]

[door thuds] [bag rustling]

[car beeps]

-Yo, Mom talk to you?

Yo, yeah, yo, about earlier,

that's my bad, bro, my fault.

I got caught up, like, for real, for real.

[scoffs] Almost had me caught up for real, for real.

-Deadass? What happened?

-Don't even worry about it, dawg.

[James] We good?

-Yeah. -I don't like

how that shit sound. -Yo, I'm gonna figure it out

like I always figure it out.

-Nah, bro, don't get caught up in no shit, bro.

What? For real, earlier though, my bad, bro, gangster.

All right? I got you next time.

That was on me.

-Nah, it's all good.

I need a favor from your girl, though.

-Nigga, what? Fuck outta here with your celibate ass.

Talking about my girl. -Celibate, nigga?

-Yeah, nigga. -I look celibate?

-Yeah, you do. -Motherfucker.

-Man, come on. [hands patting]

[Ricky] Come on, kid, come on, kid.

[James laughs]

[phone buzzing]

[hand thudding]

Hello.

[Jaz] Hey, is this Rick?

[Ricky] Yeah, who this?

[Jaz] Oh, so you're just giving your phone number

out to anybody?

[Ricky] Oh, nah, my bad, what's good?

[Jaz] Yeah, you could do that favor for my son?

[Ricky] All right, I got you.

[birds chirping]

[hand knocking]

[door clatters and creaks]

-Hold on. Kareem.

[footsteps plodding]

-Why he here?

-Boy, play your tablet and sit down.

And be still, please. [chair clattering]

I'll be right back. [horn honking]

-What's up, little man?

-Fuck you looking at?

-Hey, yo, come get your kid.

[Jaz] He acting up?

Don't embarrass me. -Out here wilding out.

-Here. -Nah, it's, it's cordless.

All right. [bag thuds]

[zipper zipping]

[chair clattering]

Appreciate it. -Yeah.

[chair and items clattering]

Where you live at?

-I stay in, uh, East Hartford.

-East Hartford?

You walked all the way over here?

-Yeah, nah, I mean,

yeah, uh, it was...

-Right.

[Ricky] not quite the, um... [phone buzzing]

-Hello.

Do me a favor and pick up his cake for me?

Anytime after 02:00.

All right, make sure they spell his name right, please.

All right, all right.

[Ricky] How old little man 'bout to be?

-Nine going on 49.

Supposed to be born in September, but he's a premie.

-Word, shit, my birthday September.

-You lying. -For real, 16th.

-Bullshit.

[Ricky] Mm-hmm.

-That's my father's birthday.

You know, they say Virgos are supposed to be reliable.

[sighs] Yeah, I guess.

-What you mean you guess? You here, aren't you?

[people chattering indistinctly]

How much I owe you?

-Nah, it's cool. Get me next time.

-Who said anything about a next time?

-Oh, no, I was just saying it, you know,

for the little man, you know, them...

-Just a little off the back and the sides.

Line him up in the front, nothing off the top.

You know, you still don't know my name.

-Sure, you ain't- you ain't told me.

-It's Jaz.

[gentle music]

[razor busing]

[Ricky] 'Kay.

[razor buzzing] [pensive music]

-Just trimming out your hair, little man.

-Right.

-Don't be shy now. -Right.

-Just be like this, "I'll cover my ears

if you don't want me to know about it."

[Jaz] She's a nice girl.

[Ricky laughs]

-I almost got you straight.

[Ricky laughs]

[engine humming]

-I'll be right back.

[door clattering]

[Jaz] I'll be right back. I'm just going to the bodega.

[engine humming] [gentle music]

[shoes clacking]

[hand knocking]

[Ricky exhales]

[shoes clacking]

[door clattering and creaking]

[door thuds and lock clicks]

[door clattering]

-Here it is, 325i, ay, ay.

-Shit, my pops used to have one just like it.

-Oh, yeah? Like father, like son.

When I started the restoration,

told my wife it was gonna take time.

She was screaming at me all the time,

"You taking too much time, Leslie.

It's taking up too much space."

But, you know, perfection takes time, right?

But you can see, inside and out, it's clean.

The engine, it's good, original engine.

It's never been rebuilt.

-Sure you mind? -Yeah, knock yourself out.

[door clattering]

Tell you something else about this car.

I tapped a lot of ass in this car.

Anyway, my kids don't want it. I don't wanna let it go.

Take my word for it.

When you're married, peace is priceless.

-How much do you want for it?

-Give me 35, it's yours.

[Ricky sucks teeth]

-35.

[Leslie] [laughs] Why?

You from the Caribbean or what?

-Yeah, my, my peoples, they from the Virgin Islands.

-Ah, Virgin Islands, wait, let me ask you something.

Is that, like, a bunch of little islands

full of virgins?

Yeah, it's a bad joke.

Anyway, I had a war buddy.

He used to [sucks teeth] suck his teeth all the time.

He was from Trinidad, you know?

-Yeah, I was supposed to join after high school.

-The military? Why didn't you join?

-You said you wanted 35 for it?

-I'll tell you what, kid.

Give me 25, it's yours.

-25? -Yeah.

-For real? -For real.

[clothes and cash rustling]

-All right, all right, is, is that, is that good

for, for, like, a down payment?

-Yeah, I'm, uh, I could wipe my ass with this.

-Shoot, I got some change, too. You, you wanna-

[laughs] Keep your change.

I'm not gonna take your bus fare.

-You sure? -Yeah.

-We're good? -Yeah, we're good, man.

Pay me the rest by the end of the month.

I'll hold it till then.

-Thank you, Mister, um...

-Torino, like the car.

-Mr. Torino. -Yeah.

-Mr. Torino, all right, cool, it's...

[paper rasping]

Shit, put it in my phone.

Thank you. -Not bad.

-I appreciate you. -You have a blessed day.

-For real. -I got you, man.

[pensive music]

♪ Portions ♪

[door clattering]

♪ Resolution ♪

♪ Baller, baller ♪

♪ Ball drop, ball drop, ball drop ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ We gonna get this money by the portions ♪

♪ New Year's resolutions ♪

♪ We gonna get this money by the portions ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ New Year's resolutions ♪

[Worker] Oh, oh, shit.

-Yo, you for real right now?

[Worker] Yo, watch what you're doing, man.

Watch what you're doing.

[Worker] Nah, nah, nah, leave that. Leave that shit.

Nah, that's him.

[Supervisor] Ricardo Smith to the office, please.

Ricardo Smith to the office.

Ricardo Smith to the office.

[workers chattering indistinctly]

[Terrence] Look, Rick,

I'ma keep it a buck with you, all right?

I warned you about it.

[fingers tapping]

[glasses clacking]

-Nah,

nah, I'm not signing it.

-I literally told you

that paperwork always gonna... -You a fucking liar, man.

-Uh, I'm a fucking liar? I wouldn't do that to you.

-You wouldn't do this to me, nigga?

Are you forgetting how the fuck I got here

in the first place, huh?

Fucking background check?

[Terrence] I'ma find you something else.

-No, nigga, I need this.

-It's not me, Rick. I got a boss.

I got somebody to answer to.

-Yeah, okay, well, fuck it then. Run me my check, bro.

[Terrence] This ain't how that work, bro.

-Run me my shit, bro.

-They'll mail you your check, Rick.

[Ricky breathing heavily]

You gonna get your money, man,

and I'll find you something else.

You gotta trust me.

Come on. What are you doing?

Rick, what the fuck are you doing, man?

Rick, you hear? ♪ Keys open doors ♪

♪ To these houses and mini stores ♪

♪ Be a entrepreneur, investments and many more ♪

[Terrence] Rick, what the fuck? Come on.

[Ricky singing faintly]

Rick. -Don't fucking touch me, man.

-Come on, Rick. -Bullshit.

-What the fuck are you doing? [heartbeat thudding]

I'm trying.

You gotta trust me. Trust me.

[Terrence speaking indistinctly]

-Goddamn. [heartbeat continues thudding]

[Terrence] I'm gonna find you something else.

You just gotta trust me. -Look, my bad, bro.

-Yo, yo, just leave it, leave it, leave it, okay?

Trust me, man. -Bro, I can't go back.

[Terrence] I know.

I know. -I can't go back.

-I know, I know.

-I'm not going back in there, T.

[door clicks and squeaks]

Fucking, bullshit.

[phone buzzing]

Shit, fuck. [phone continues buzzing]

- [Joanne] Hello. -Shit.

[Joanne] Ricardo, I can hear you.

[phone beeps]

-Shit.

[pensive music]

[engine humming] [pensive music continues]

[pensive music continues]

[Winnie] Yes, Lord.

-Protect him. -Yes, Lord.

-Hallelujah. -God, thank you

for keeping Ricky, Lord God,

when he was incarcerated.

Thank you for keeping [doorbell ringing]

his mind, protecting and shielding him, Lord God,

and now that he's here with us, God...

-Don't let him get back... -Sisters, Sisters,

let's finish this another time.

You guys have a good night. -All right.

I'll call you. -All right.

Thank you, thank you, Sisters.

Thank you, all right.

[footsteps plodding]

[door squeaking and clattering]

-Where were you supposed to be yesterday, Ricardo?

You know those meetings are mandatory, right?

Hello? Look at me.

I told you last week.

If you're not honest with me, this is not gonna work.

-I got let go. -Again, Ricky?

-It's not my fault, Ms. Jo.

I didn't do nothing. I swear.

[Joanne] What happened?

[Ricky sighs]

-It's bullshit.

-Well, you gotta find something quick,

and you gotta get me that signature.

Make sure he makes his meetings.

-Isn't that your job?

-Our job is to make sure

that your son does not go back to prison.

It's been 21 days without work.

He'll be lucky to make it to 30.

You know what you need to do, right?

Get me that signature.

Don't make me say it again.

[footsteps plodding]

[door clicks and squeaks]

[Ricky breathing heavily]

[brooding music]

[Ricky speaking faintly]

[Ricky] Cindy, Cindy, Cindy, Cindy.

Shit, where's she from?

-Girl from uptown on Kent.

-Oh, nigga, you talking about big-lip Cindy, nigga.

-Yeah, upper lip Cindy. [laughs] Upper lip Cindy.

Goddamn. -Yeah.

-Shit, it's been a minute. How's she?

-Well, she ran for mayor last year and almost won.

-Fuck out. Did you vote for her?

[clicks tongue] Can't vote, nigga.

-Why not?

-Nigga, the same reason you can't vote.

[both laughing] [razor buzzing]

-I feel that, bro.

-Man, matter of fact, hold up, man.

Hold up, hold up, I got something for you.

-Man, what you doing, bro? -Hold on, man.

Bro, I told you I gotta bounce, bro.

-Here.

-What's this? -Read it.

Like for real, my nigga, read that shit.

That shit saved my life,

you know, health, wealth, spiritual type shit.

Finish cutting my hair, nigga.

-Finish this shit up, man.

-Hell yeah. -Get you a girlfriend.

[door knocking] [Spig] Find me another girl.

-Nigga, I told you I gotta bounce, dawg.

-Chill, man, relax.

-Spig, dip, bro.

-Come on. Hold on, man.

[latch clicking]

Early, come back in like a half.

-You got a bitch in here or something?

Move, nigga. -You outta pocket, man.

In my girl crib?

-Girl crib, nigga? -Tell your girl

to clean up. -What you feeling like, man?

Who the fuck is you... -This nigga.

-talking to? -I'm talking to you, nigga.

[Ricky] Fuck outta here, man.

-Yo, who this? -Hey, yo, chill, man.

He 'bout to leave, man. Chill.

-All right, my bad, my bad. -Yeah.

-I got next.

[Spig] Hell no, man.

-So you up, bro? -I'm getting a cut.

Come on, man. I'm getting my lineup, man.

-You don't want this work, nigga?

[Spig] Fine.

[Thug] Like I said, I got next.

-Yeah, I'm out. -Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick,

it's cool. -You, you know in advance.

-It's cool, it's cool. -And I already told you

I gotta go. -Rick, it's cool.

I got you. I got you.

Man, it's cool.

[Girlfriend] Baby, tell him to take his bag.

[Thug] Bro, take the fucking bag.

-What the fuck this? -Bro, stop playing.

[Girlfriend] It's great. [laughs]

[Spig] It's all good.

[Thug] Yo, loosen that shit up.

[zipper whizzing]

We good? -Yeah, we good.

[Thug] All right, then stop being

all fidgety and shit.

Yo, why you looking so sexy, though? What's going on?

[Spig] Hey, y'all need to hurry the fuck up.

-Yeah, hurry up, nigga. -Relax.

-My bad, I know I'm so... -Yeah.

[Thug] just, just, just relaxed.

-You good? [tense music]

[thug laughing]

Why the fuck you all in my mouth?

You heard what the fuck I said.

-No, no, no, no, no, no... -Hey, yo, chill...

-I be watching her. -Yo, yo, nah,

you get out. -Huh?

-You looking at my bitch, nigga?

-Let me talk to him... -No, no, no!

-I'm just trying to have a conversation.

-Let it drop, nigga. Let him go.

Man, bounce. Be out.

[Thug] Yeah, just be out. You feel me?

[bag rustling]

[Joanne] Any contact with felons?

-No, ma'am. -Yeah, okay.

Any drugs?

-No, no, I mean outside of the ones y'all got me on.

-Well, I hope you're taking them the way you ought to be.

-Oh, yes, ma'am, mm-hmm. -Mm-hmm, okay.

What about a job? You find anything?

-Yes, ma'am, sure.

-All right.

-I just came back from cutting hair.

-What's the name of the shop?

[Ricky] Hmm?

[Joanne] The name of the shop.

-Oh, well, no, I, I just got clients,

so, you know, I be doing them.

-You got clients? -Mm-hmm.

-All right, um...

-I was, I was, I was gonna save up, you know,

raise money to get a whip, and then after I got the whip,

it was all gonna line itself up after that.

-So you're saving up to buy a car.

-Yes, ma'am. -Wonderful.

[Ricky] Mm-hmm.

-How you gonna pay for the car?

-Well, well, I was gonna, see, I was gonna work

and then, you know, build up my clientele,

and then once I build up the clientele, I get the whip.

-Mm-hmm, and how much money did you make cutting hair?

-I mean it's...

-Okay, so you need a job, and you need a plan.

All right, so let's think about this.

You wanna buy a car,

and, uh, let's see, what do you like to do?

Once you get the job to buy the car,

maybe you can upgrade your license

to get a commercial driver's license, right?

But guess what. You don't have a license.

Yeah, you know, you need a plan.

Things aren't gonna happen, Ricardo,

just because you want them to happen,

and this is not going to be easy, but you can do it.

Now, I got a few things lined up for you.

The grocery on Main Street, they need a janitor right now,

and I don't know how you feel about mani-pedis,

but they are looking for somebody to do the laundry.

Okay?

-Mm-hmm. -'Cause you need a what?

-A job. -There ya go.

They don't like giving out second chances, Ricardo.

Do you have the signature?

[Ricky] Hmm?

[Joanne] The signature.

-Oh, um, well, no, Ms. Jo.

It was, they was moving the paper around so fast, Ms. Jo.

-Ricardo, are you planning on getting

a violation from me? -No, ma'am.

-'Cause it seems like you're planning

on getting a violation. -Mm-mm.

-I mean, ya come in here late,

ya don't have the required signature,

and you insult my intelligence.

Sounds like you're planning for a violation,

but you know what, I'm gonna give you a different plan.

I need you to get your ass up out of that seat,

make it to the 4:00 meeting,

and bring back the signature to me.

Can you do that? Wonderful.

And I'm gonna say this one time and one time only.

I am not your friend. I am not your mama.

-Mm. -I am your parole officer,

so do not

[hand thuds] fuck with me, Ricardo.

-Yes, ma'am.

-Why am I still looking at you?

[chair and door clattering]

[Rafael] What you hit him with?

-I hit him with a skillet in the back of the head.

He punched me in the face.

It, it fucking felt real good.

[Rafael] All right, I hear you,

but what if you killed this dude?

-So what? -What do you mean so what?

-He deserved it, Rafie.

Dude shouldn't be putting hands on no woman.

-Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

-Ah, you gotta do what you gotta do.

What about your family, huh?

What about your kids, hmm?

All the time you do, they'll be doing it with you.

You're not doing it alone.

-Raf, listen, nobody came to check me when I was in prison.

Nobody put no money in my books.

-Yo, what's going on today? What's up with the crying?

[Big Tone] 'Cause you always say...

-Look.

[Big Tone] the same things over every week.

-I hear you.

I hear that you feel alone, but you ain't alone.

Just take a look around. -Yeah.

-You got people with you.

-That's what you say all the time.

We ain't alone. -Yeah, I'm here for you, man.

-Yo what's up?

[attendees chattering indistinctly]

[zipper whizzing]

[Rafael] Hit me up before you do anything, Tone.

Welcome. -Yeah, appreciate it.

[Winnie] Well, keep looking.

-Ma, I told you I've been looking nonstop.

She ain't got nobody at work that can help out?

[Winnie] Mm-mm, it's too many of them

in my business as it is.

You gonna have to get your hands dirty.

Go wash dishes for Bernetta.

-All right, I gotta go.

[Winnie] You're not above that.

And let me know when you get your refills.

[plastic rustling]

[Pharmacist] All right, you're all set, thank you.

Have a great day.

Pick up?

Name? -Um, Ricardo.

Ricardo Smith. [fingers tapping]

[customers chattering indistinctly]

[notification chiming]

[notifications chiming]

[customers chattering indistinctly]

[door clanking and squeaking]

[footsteps plodding]

-Ooh, sorry,

somebody just gave up a space, finally.

-Appreciate the ride, Ms. B.

-Oh, Ricky, please.

This is the least that I can do.

So all right, after this, we heading to the DMV.

-Yeah. -You nervous?

-I been practicing, um, nearly every day, so.

-All right, you'll be on the road in no time.

So let me ask you.

What's happening at home?

-It's like I had more freedom when I was locked up.

-Oh, no, uh-uh.

-I'm serious. -No.

I am not gonna let you say that.

You have no idea what your mother's been through.

Now Winnie is my best friend in the world,

and I know she's a lot.

I know it.

But it's always coming from a place of love, always.

-Yeah, I guess.

-You know you can do whatever you want now.

The world is yours.

[sighs] I don't know about that, Ms. B.

-I mean, you cutting hair, right?

You could have your own shop one day.

Talk to me, Ricky.

-I mean,

I just never thought I'd live this long.

[Employee] Ricardo Smith. [pensive music]

[fingers tapping] [pensive music continues]

[hands smacking] [pensive music continues]

[camera beeps and clicks]

[ball thudding] [upbeat music]

[Ricky] What's up?

[James speaking indistinctly]

What's up, what's up, what's up?

Ain't got nothing. You ain't got nothing?

-I got a jumper.

[net swishing] You crazy?

Take a shot, take a shot.

[ball thudding]

Oh.

-Hey. -Oh, he's smoking.

-Oh. -Bro, you're blinking.

Once more, you're running. What you doing?

What you got?

-That's one, tied up.

Watch the hands, bro, watch the hands, bro.

Watch the hands, bro.

[hand and ball thudding]

-That shit outta here, oh, my fucking goodness.

I hope you wasn't playing like that

in the can, my nigga.

You a fucking disgrace to the family.

-What'd you say?

-Man, check the ball, bro.

-No, what the fuck you just say?

[James] I said check ball.

-Check ball, all right. -Yeah.

[Ricky] All right, you talking crazy now.

[James] Uh-huh.

-You talking crazy now. Come into the lane.

-That's right. -Come into the lane.

-Hey, oh. -Motherfucker.

-Goodness, bro. -Fuck up outta here.

-The fuck, bro? -Bullshit, bro.

Fuck up outta here. [ball thudding]

[sighs] Tripping, bro, what the fuck?

[Player] Hey. [balls thudding]

[James] Yo, bro, is you good, bro?

-You good? -Nigga, are you?

What the fuck was that?

-A disgrace? What the fuck you mean by that?

-Dawg, I don't know what the fuck you done seen

or been through before now,

but, my nigga, that shit is over with, all right?

-You know Pops used to say shit like that to me all the time.

You know that nigga ain't check for me once

when I was locked up?

-Yo, my nigga, don't try to put me in the middle

of that, bro. -Yeah, don't try to put you...

-You not the only one going through shit.

You in the can. Pops is gone.

If I'm not on point, bro, Moms is gonna lose her shit.

-You know shit is different for you, bro.

[James sucks his teeth] All right, whatever, bro.

[balls thudding] [Ricky breathing heavily]

-Yo, can you still drop me off or not?

[James] Your ass is sitting in the back.

[Ricky] You know I just got my permit.

Your ass might be sitting in the back.

[James] Yeah, all right, not in my fucking car.

[door clattering]

[shoes clacking]

[Rafael] Uh, can you find another seat please?

-Why? -Cheryl, please.

[shoes clacking]

[chair rasping]

Look, I wish I had some better news.

Big Tone's no longer with us.

[exhales] Damn.

How much time he get this time?

-Nah, he's gone gone.

[Rafael laughs]

He was a good dude, man, but any one of us can go back

to our old ways just like that,

especially with the pressure they be putting on us.

[attendee coughing]

Ricky. -Hmm?

[Rafael] Something on your mind?

-No, no, I'm, I'm good.

-It's all right, brother. We ain't judging here.

-I only been out a few weeks.

So, um, I guess I'm starting to feel like

be better off inside.

[Ricky inhales] [hands rasping]

My bad, y'all.

-Nah, nah. -It's, it's whatever.

-That's what they conditioned us to believe.

Look, we all been through that.

You can't give up, man.

You got a life out here.

[phone buzzing]

Come on, man. Focus.

Hey, finish what you were saying.

-Nah, that, that was it.

-Look, keep coming back as many times as you need.

We got your back, brother, all right?

Remember, when we get locked up,

our families get locked up, too.

Um, I want ya to dig deep in your pockets.

This donation is for Big Tone's mom.

See y'all next week. [chair creaking]

[coins clinking]

[bills thudding]

[footsteps plodding]

-Yo.

[hand tapping]

Excuse me, Ricardo.

Hold up.

You good?

-Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

-You need cash?

-Nah, nah, nah, I don't need nothing.

I'm, I'm straight. I just-

[sucks teeth] Come on.

[birds chirping]

Damn, Big Tone, right?

[siren wailing] [birds continue chirping]

[children laughing and chattering indistinctly]

[phone buzzing]

That's why I don't hang around motherfuckers, you know?

Same ones you be riding with be the same ones

throwed you out a moving car.

He just had a newborn, too. Did 20 years.

That shit make my four years look like a cake walk.

How long you did?

[horn honking]

How long you did? -Hmm?

15.

-What? 15?

Years?

Goddamn, how old are you?

-30.

-Shit, same time you did in you did out.

[Cheryl laughs]

What'd they do, try you as an adult?

Yo, what the fuck you did? [laughs]

-I gotta bounce. -Man, chill, chill, chill,

chill, chill, chill.

My bad.

Let me see your phone.

Let me see your phone.

I ain't gonna go through shit.

[Ricky] Saying, what you about to do with it?

-There it is.

It's in now, just in case you wanna talk.

[phone clanking]

Is that okay?

-I mean, yeah, uh.

[Cheryl laughs]

-Text me now so I have it.

You enjoy.

Next time, lunch is on you.

-Wait, next time?

♪ She got a big mouth, mad attitude for the long haul ♪

♪ And she bark like chihuahua ♪

♪ I said who's that guy ♪

♪ A real bad one ♪

♪ Annoyed walking the spotlight ♪

♪ A real bad man ♪

♪ You might win some, but you just lost one ♪

♪ With your hands in the air like signing we're all done ♪

♪ That's my bout ♪

♪ Know some close friends that's tied down ♪

♪ All they see is the corner like they going in timeout ♪

[bar clattering]

♪ Put in the effort, F, F around, and you'll find out ♪

♪ I vroom up ♪

♪ Like Paul Walker ♪ [door clattering]

♪ In his Supra ♪

[Ricky] Fuck you want?

-Come on, man. Still got that energy?

I, I just wanna talk. Can we talk?

Look, I got your check.

-Leave that shit right there, man.

[Terrence laughs]

-You want me to leave it on the ground?

Come on, man.

So you don't want to hear

about this other job either, right?

All right. [footsteps plodding]

-Nigga, don't play with me.

-Yo, I just wanna talk. Let's go for a ride.

-What happened the last time we went for a ride?

You remember that?

[Ricky exhales]

All right, fuck it. You wanna talk?

Come on in here and spot me.

[laughs] Nah, man, I ain't fuck with no bench in a minute.

-Come on, nigga, it's just a spot.

[sighs] Fuck, all right.

Yo, you should be throwing this shit up.

What you need a spot for?

Uh, you got it?

[bar clanking] [Ricky grunting]

Yeah, you got that. You got that.

Get it.

[Ricky grunting]

You got it.

So listen. [Ricky grunts]

All that shit, I didn't, I didn't expect it

to go down the way it.

[Ricky exhales]

Got fucked up, right?

We, uh, we were kids.

We thought we needed that bread, needed that lick.

[Ricky grunts]

I know you ain't going to believe this,

but sometimes I wish it was me.

[siren wailing] [Ricky grunts]

Sometimes I wish I coulda held it down for us, man.

When the shit went down, man, I was shook,

and I had to get outta there, man. I had a kid on the way.

I got people depending on me. I just had to go.

I'm sure if you was in my position,

you'd do the same thing, bro. You woulda done the same thing.

Dang. [Ricky grunting]

You good.

[bar clattering]

I mean, you gotta feel me on that, right?

[dog barking]

Right? [dog continues barking]

It's facts, man.

-All right, nigga, your turn.

-My turn what?

I, I, I ain't lifting to this shit.

[Ricky] Push 10.

-I told you, man.

I pulled some shit, like, a couple years ago.

-Come on, my nigga. I know you not scared,

my nigga, come on. We talking.

-'Kay. [laughs] [hand thudding]

-Come on, just like we used to do back in the day, right?

-All right, all right, all right, all right.

-All right. -Quick set.

This nigga always on that shit.

-Yeah, yeah, we talking, man.

[Terrence exhales] Come on, man.

-All right.

You gotta spot me, though.

This, I don't know. -Yeah, I got you.

You ready? -This shit all rickety.

-All right, let's get it. Ready?

-All right, all right.

-Up. [Terrence grunting]

[Terrence breathing heavily]

[Terrence] Thought you was spotting, Rick.

[Terrence breathing heavily]

[bar clanking]

[Terrence breathing heavily]

You spotting?

[Terrence inhaling]

Geez.

-So you came all the way down here to talk, huh?

[Terrence] Yeah, you know. [grunts]

-You think I would've did what you did?

[Terrence grunting]

You think I would've ran away?

-What?

Where that spot?

[Ricky] You think I'm just like you?

[Terrence exhaling]

[Terrence grunts]

[Terrence breathing heavily]

-What the fuck? What you doing?

[Terrence grunting] [bar clanking]

-What's up, nigga?

Say something. You came here to talk, right?

[Terrence grunting]

We talking, right, dawg?

Say something to me.

-Let go. -Talk to me.

I don't hear you, my nigga. [Terrence grunting]

"What's up, Rick?" -Let go.

-Say something.

-I can't hold it. [brooding music builds]

[Terrence grunting]

-I ain't shit because of you.

[bar clanking] [Terrence grunting]

-What's wrong with you, Rick? What the fuck?

-What, you don't think I would've been somebody, too?

[Terrence] Come on, Rick.

-My own wife and kids?

Instead, what do I got, hmm?

What, you thought you was doing me a favor

by giving me some bullshit-ass job...

-This ain't all on me -that you fired me from?

-It wasn't my fault. -15 years, my nigga.

15 years, I did it for you. -I know.

-You claim you got my back, right?

That's what you say, right?

-When, when your moms threw you out,

who the fuck let you sleep on the couch?

-Nigga, whose idea was it... -Who took you in?

-to rob the store?

You made me pop the cashier while your ass ran out.

You remember that?

-We thought we needed that.

We thought that was gonna get us ahead.

-Ain't no "we," my nigga.

You know what? [breathing heavily]

You ain't shit, my nigga.

-It ain't on me, Rick.

[Ricky] You ain't shit. Fuck up outta here.

-Come on. -Fuck up outta here, dawg.

Go.

[solemn music]

-Your check's on the floor.

[bar and weights clanging]

[door clattering] [pensive music]

[customers chattering indistinctly]

[dishes clanking]

[door clattering] [phone buzzing]

[Worker] All right, man.

[dishes clanking]

[Cheryl] It is just, shit, it was only 'cause it was,

it was too heavy.

[window rasping and thudding]

-Yep. -That's cool?

[Cheryl] Thank you a lot. Yeah, that's perfect.

-All right.

-Thank you.

-No problem.

Sure you don't need anything else?

-What you in a rush?

-No. -You got somewhere to be?

-Me? No.

Nah, I was... -I mean,

'cause I made some food if that's, that's cool with you.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's cool.

That your daughter or something?

[gentle music] [floor creaking]

[dish clanking]

-You good?

-You gonna eat or what?

[lighter clicking]

[fork clanking]

-Promised that I'm gonna get her back.

-Where's she at?

[phone buzzing]

[dish clanking]

[phone keypad tapping]

-So why you here? Hmm?

What you mean?

-You could be chilling with her, right?

-What, what are you talking about?

[joint thudding]

[Ricky sighs]

-It's about this. -Hmm?

Oh, whoa, what you doing?

-So what's up?

-I was... -No, don't.

-It's all right.

-Sure?

-Yeah.

[Ricky exhales]

[hat rasping]

[Ricky exhales]

Two, so high.

[Ricky] Mm-hmm.

[lips smacking] [gentle music]

-Got a rubber?

-Huh?

-Do you have a condom?

-Oh, uh, no.

-No? -Mm-mm.

[lips smacking] [gentle music continues]

[Ricky sighs] [laid-back music]

[wrapper rustling] [laid-back music continues]

-Let me do it. I wanna do it.

-Just one second, I just gotta get it from this side.

-Let me do it.

'Kay? It's all good.

[wrapper rustling]

[Ricky exhales]

♪ Shit the world is on ♪

♪ On ♪

♪ Better like this now ♪

♪ Whatever I need ♪

♪ That's what I happen to be ♪

♪ Feeling like the star ♪

♪ His light is shining on me ♪

♪ Happy to be here ♪

♪ I'm just happy to be ♪ [couch creaking]

♪ Happy to be here ♪

-You okay? -Yeah.

-Take this off.

♪ Life can get so crazy ♪

♪ I'm happy to be here ♪

♪ Yeah, happy to be here ♪

♪ Yeah ♪ [shirt rustling]

♪ Why you choose to be so sad ♪

♪ Why you sad ♪

♪ You snooze you lose ♪

-You okay?

[Ricky] Mm-hmm.

[lips smacking]

♪ Now you're cheating, still falling ♪

♪ What you wanna be ♪

♪ You can be great ♪

♪ Love will come to me ♪ [brooding music]

♪ Maybe I'm stressed ♪

♪ Devil unto me ♪ [Ricky moaning]

♪ I'm good in my way ♪

[lips smacking]

♪ Spreading all this stuff ♪

♪ And hater gonna hate ♪

♪ Feeling like LeBron ♪

-Okay, okay, slow down.

Wait. Hold on.

Chill. Chill.

Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill.

[Ricky moaning]

[Ricky exhaling]

[Cheryl] Really, nigga?

[Cheryl exhales]

♪ Now you're cheating, still falling ♪

♪ Feeling like LeBron ♪

[Cheryl] Lucky you just got out.

[pensive music]

[engine humming] [pensive music continues]

[James] Girl, you know I'm handsome.

This what I do. [laughs]

Uh-huh.

Girl, you know you love it. Stop playing.

All right, man, I'll talk to you later,

chocolate chocolate, drop.

[laughs] All right.

All right. -Boy, I know you ain't say

chocolate drop. -Oh, I definitely did.

[Ricky] Nah, she fell for that for real?

-Man, I got game, bro.

I don't know what the fuck you talking about.

You need to worry- -You crazy.

-about you and yours.

-Bro, don't be worried about me.

[James] I'm not worried about you.

-I get mine, bro, shit. -Nigga, you all up in my car,

"Oh, nigga, please."

From where? From who?

You feel me? But look, I ain't gonna lie, real talk.

You need some help with the ladies,

you know what I'm saying, whatever, bro.

Uh, little bro at your service, you heard?

[upbeat rap music]

-But, yo, for real, though, I could use some extra bread.

-Yeah, I got you, bro.

I told you I holler at my boss for you.

You just gotta finish getting your license.

Soon as you done, I got you.

-You think you could, think you could teach me, though,

like, how to drive?

[James] Damn, nigga,

what you want, me to buy your car, too?

[laughs] What the fuck?

-No, man, I'm being deadass, bro.

-Yeah, bro, yeah, it ain't shit, bro.

I got you. I'll show you.

-All right, bet.

[mellow music]

-Yo, brother, what's the word?

[hands smacking]

How are you? -Good, bro.

[James] You know my brother Ricky right here.

-How you doing? -Rick.

-King. -Nice to meet you, bro.

Hey, man, where you want me to set up?

-Uh, you can just set up right back there.

I'll get right with you.

[James] What you working on over here?

[King] Man, bro, I'm trying to get to it, man.

[James] Oh, I gotta get on this.

I gotta get on this. What's this?

[King] Bro, I gave you two on, bro.

Got backups. -Bro,

my work schedule been crazy, though.

It been stressing me out,

dealing with this, that, and the third.

[King] This has it, man. Go ahead and try.

[James] You don't even know how to roll a spliff, bro.

I don't know.

[King] Nah, you got your own.

[lighter clicking] [mellow music continues]

-Hey, man, you ready? -What's up?

I'ma be there with you, bro, one moment.

Got you. [James coughing]

It's that zaza, man.

Yeah, I get... -See about this track.

♪ Got me feeling so easy, hey ♪

♪ Got me feeling so easy, ah ♪

♪ Why ya got to tease me, ah ♪

♪ Tell the DJ, do my replay ♪

♪ Ah ♪ ♪ Big time ♪

♪ When the bass line drop ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ My type of woman ♪

♪ My type of woman ♪

♪ My type of woman ♪

♪ My type of woman ♪

♪ Virtuous woman ♪

♪ African woman ♪

♪ My type of woman ♪

♪ My type of woman got that fire, fire ♪

♪ She got got that fire, fire ♪

♪ Her body fire, fire ♪

♪ She's my desire, mm-mm ♪

-I can't hear you.

♪ That fire, fire ♪

♪ She got that fire, fire ♪

♪ Things burning higher, higher ♪

♪ I know she right up ♪

♪ When the bass line drop ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ My type of woman ♪

♪ My type ♪ [door squeaking]

[Jaz] I was trying to say why you ain't hit me.

-Oh, um, been a little caught up.

-What you doing here?

-About to cut King. -King?

-Mm-hmm, you know him?

-How do you know King? Yeah, I know King.

You know that's Kareem's father.

-For real? -Yeah.

-So that's your man? -No, no, no, no, no.

That's Kareem's father, like I said.

That's been over and done for some time now.

-Yeah, he, um, James's friend, so.

He's my brother.

-James is your brother?

[Ricky] Yeah.

-Wait, so you the one that was locked up?

Why you didn't say anything?

[laughs] Shit.

Would you? [sighs]

-I mean, you could have.

I wouldn't have judged you.

[pensive music]

[Ricky breathing heavily]

[Ricky speaking faintly]

[siren wailing] [pensive music continues]

[Bernetta] I understand the situation.

[Customer] You understand the situation?

[Bernetta] So I'm gonna...

[Customer] Someone stole my wallet.

You understand the situation?

[Bernetta] Now it went from missing to stolen?

[Customer] Yeah, someone stole my wallet from...

-[Bernetta] All right, sir. -[Customer] that corner table

over there where I was sitting. -[Bernetta] Look.

I'm trying to help you. -I paid the bill.

-I've... -I'm here to help you.

Do you want me to help, or you just sitting here

and holler all day stole. -Okay, all right,

what would somebody... -You want sit, hey, wait.

-Oh. -Are you good, Ms. B?

-Is that where this is going now?

Is this what we're doing? -Hey.

-What you talking about? -I can handle this.

-Okay, all right, all right. -I can handle this.

-Get the fuck up outta here. -All right, all right.

[Bernetta] Ricky, I can handle this.

[door clattering] [Ricky] Goddamn.

-Ricky, Ricky.

-Don't fuck with them, Ms. B. -I need you to calm down.

I deal with these kind of fools every day.

Entitled asshole.

The wallet's probably stuck with his ass.

Did you see any wallets over there?

-No, I didn't see any. -Okay, fine, so we're good.

I need you to keep it together.

-Uh-huh. -Okay, look, look at me.

Look at me.

You're doing great. [pensive music]

You're doing great.

Come on. [Ricky breathing heavily]

[hands rubbing] [pensive music continues]

-Bro, that's some... -That shoes on.

-That's your damn room, bro.

-The hell it... -It's both of y'all rooms.

This is lit. -Since you were 12,

both of y'all rooms. -It's crazy.

[Ricky] Mama, you know I still got clothes

in the dryer, right?

-Mm, okay.

-Well, yeah, I got some clothes that could get washed, too,

if you... -You, you, you do?

[James] I mean, I just figured, you know,

it's your day off. -I got something for you.

[James] Hey, Ma, chill, chill, hey.

[feet pattering]

[latch clicking]

[footsteps plodding]

Nigga, is you listening?

-Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, I'm listening.

-You want me to teach you or what, bro?

You not even paying attention. -Yeah, yeah.

Show me, nigga. That's why I'm here.

-All right, bro, look, when you get in the car,

check your surroundings, all right?

-Mm-hmm. -First thing you do, bro...

-All right.

-and check your mirrors right after.

-All right. -You feel me?

-Yeah, that one... -Right.

-then this one... -Yeah, yeah.

[James] Yeah, these your blind spots and all that.

-For sure, yeah. -All right, seat belt.

-Seat belt. -Then foot on the break.

[Ricky] Yeah, okay.

[seat belt rasping]

-Put mine on, too. I don't you.

-All right, cool, shit, all right.

What's this for? -Foot on the break.

-Foot on the break. -And then start the car.

Go down to the pole slowly and then come back.

-Right there?

[James] Yeah, and when you turn, use your blinker.

-Slowly. -Don't do too much.

[Ricky] All right, we about to go.

-Slowly. -Slowly.

-Yes. -We about to go.

I'm starting it.

-All right. -All right.

Crazy, man, I taught you everything you know.

[sucks teeth] Nigga, please, what you school me?

All right, matter of fact, you taught me how to tie my shoe.

That's a fact, so, so, what, I owe you one now?

-Yeah, nigga, you owe me one.

-Yeah, I owe you these nuts, nigga.

Fuck outta here. [laughs] -The fuck?

[James] You went, [laughs]

you went right you right into that.

-Look at your scrappy-ass tall ass.

-Oh, don't start with me, nigga.

I know you ain't trying to rate.

-Yeah, nigga. -Scooby Doo-looking-ass nigga,

fucking struggle-nap-having-ass nigga,

beard not connected, fuck all. -Oh, for real?

[James] Yeah, for real. [Ricky laughs]

-Yeah, your momma got struggle naps.

[clicks tongue] Nigga.

Come on, bro. My mother your mother, too.

Fuck that, I'ma tell her now. [Ricky laughs]

-Nah, nah, don't tell her. -You chilling now.

Nah, she gonna... -No, for real, I gotta...

-Now you gotta get to your meeting?

-Yeah, come on. Just show me, dawg.

Just show me what I gotta do, bro.

[James] All right, bro, cool, all right.

-I'm just not understanding why...

[door clattering]

I, that's, I know.

[door clattering]

Well, I, I'll take him to the Supreme Court if I have to,

but I'm getting my fucking daughter back,

and I said what I said.

-Yo, you good?

[folder rasping]

Cheryl, what happened?

[fingers tapping]

You all right?

-No, I don't know. Ask Jaz.

-What?

-What you mean what? You heard me.

You, what, you think I ain't know about her?

-What you talking about?

-Cheating-ass nigga, I swear to God, though.

-Cheating? Wait, we together now?

-We together?

You wasn't saying that shit last night when we was fucking.

-Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill.

-You chill. Chill what?

I don't care who-

-Hey, stop. -fucking hears me!

-Okay, all right.

-You a lying-ass nigga, Ricky.

-How? -Yo,

lying, broke-ass nigga.

Lose my fucking number. -Yo, Cheryl.

[Cheryl] Lose my fucking number. You heard me.

[phone buzzing] -Fuck.

Hello.

[Joanne] You know where you're supposed to be tomorrow,

right, Ricardo?

-I do, I do, miss, and look...

[Joanne] If you do not make your check in on time this time...

-No... -[Joanne] then...

-I swear to God I'm gonna be there, okay?

I'ma, I'ma see you. -[Joanne] 10:00 AM in my office.

-10:00 AM -[Joanne] All right now.

-I got it. -[Joanne] And don't be late.

[phone beeping]

[brooding music]

[inmates chattering indistinctly]

[Ricky screams]

[Ricky breathing heavily]

[birds chirping]

[engine humming] [laid-back rap music]

[Ricky exhaling] [bedding rustling]

-Shit.

[bedding rustling] [feet pattering]

Oh, my God.

Shit. [drawer clattering]

[shirt rustling]

[drawer clattering]

[hand knocking]

James.

[latch clicking]

Yo, James.

[James groaning]

Wake up, dawg.

-Yo. -What?

What? -I gotta see my PO.

Can you drop me? -Really, what the fuck, bro?

Ask Mom, man. -She still at work.

[James] Oh, man.

-Come on. [James murmuring]

[Ricky sighs]

-Motherfucking... [footsteps plodding]

[folder clattering] [floor creaking]

What the fuck?

Fuck.

[Cheryl] Yeah, this is Cheryl. Leave a message.

[phone beeps]

[Ricky] Yo, call me back when you get this.

[phone ringing] [folder clattering]

[Cheryl] Yeah, who this?

-Hey, hey, it's Rick.

[Cheryl] Nigga, didn't I say lose my number?

Look, I, I got your folder by mistake.

I think you got mine. I gotta see my PO.

[Cheryl sucks teeth]

Come on. -[Cheryl] Hold on.

-Come on.

[Cheryl] Man, you better hurry up

'cause I'm on my way out. -Okay, okay, cool,

I'm coming right now, right now.

James. [jeans rustling]

Yo, dawg, come on. I need you.

I need you, fam.

-Bro, what the fuck, bro? -Come on. I need you, bro.

-Why is you watching me, my nigga?

Goddamn, bro.

-For real? [clicks tongue] Bro.

The fuck out, bro. Get the fuck out, bro.

[vomit squelching] [brooding music continues]

-The fuck?

Fuck is that?

[cloth rasping]

Fucking, you fucking gross, dawg.

[Ricky breathing heavily]

[horn honking] [traffic whooshing]

[horn honking]

[gear stick clattering]

[window whirring]

Hey. -Oh, shit.

-You got my folder?

-This you? -Yeah.

-When'd you get this.

-Hey, let me get that folder, though.

-You lucky. You was about to be assed out.

Yo, how you got this? [door clattering]

-What you doing? -I need a ride up the street.

-For what?

-What do you mean for what? -I gotta go.

-I got, yeah, and I need to ride up the street.

Can you just take me... -No, I just I told...

-up the street right here? -you I gotta see my PO.

I'm gonna be late.

-I waited for you. It's right there.

[folder clattering] -Goddamn.

All right, where we going?

-Why you so mad? I waited for you.

-Told you I gotta go. -And I do, too.

[Ricky] Wilding.

[car rattling] [tires screeching]

-Shit, nigga, when you get your license, yesterday?

[Ricky] Where we going?

[Cheryl] Chill.

-This your stop right here?

-This one, no, across Main up there.

[phone buzzing]

You not gonna answer?

Go ahead and answer.

You don't think I know who the fuck it is?

[Ricky] What you talking about?

-It's Jaz, ain't it?

[Ricky scoffs]

Right? Why don't you own your shit?

Just fucking say who it is.

-Don't worry about it.

-Oh, this her shit.

Oh, you driving Jaz's shit. [glove box clattering]

-Oh, hey, chill, what you doing?

Hey, the hell are you doing?

Get the fuck out, man.

-Make me. -Get the fuck outta here, man.

-Make me.

[Ricky] You about to ruin my fucking life.

-Open my fucking door.

-You about to ruin my fucking life. Get out.

-Still here. [engine humming]

I'm still fucking here. What you gonna do?

Fucking little-ass boy, not a fucking thing.

I'm up there.

What, you gonna cry to your mother?

Fucking bitch.

-Where your daughter at?

-What'd you just say?

What'd you just say?

[liquid sloshing]

[Ricky] Where we going? This your stop?

-Motherfucker. [glass shattering]

[tires screeching] [heartbeat thudding]

[glass shattering] [heartbeat continues thudding]

-Fuck, ah.

[Cheryl and driver speaking faintly]

-[Cheryl] Get the fuck back in your car.

[driver speaking faintly] [ominous music]

[Cheryl and driver speaking faintly]

[hand knocking] [ominous music continues]

[driver speaking faintly]

[Cheryl and Ricky speaking faintly]

[ominous music continues]

[Driver] Who's gonna pay for the truck?

[bat thudding] [glass shattering]

[Driver] Who's gonna pay for the fucking truck?

Get out. Let's go.

[bat thudding] Get outta the fucking car.

Now, get the fuck outta the car.

[engine roaring]

[siren wailing] [brooding music]

[engine humming] [brooding music resumes]

-Oh, shit.

Fuck.

[gravel crunching]

-Come the fuck on. Man, yo, bro, you deadass, bro?

My nigga, get the fuck outta my car, bro.

[hand knocking]

Get out, bro. Why you still moving, bro?

Stop the car. Get out.

What the fuck is wrong, bro?

Get out, bro. -Uh, calm down, bro.

-Ain't no calm down, my nigga.

Look at my car. -Hey, let me talk to you.

I had to go see my PO. -Nigga, yo, bro,

fuck your PO, nigga. -I tried to wake you up-

-Fuck you, too, bro. Get outta my shit.

Who gonna get it fixed? -Where Momma?

-How? -No, I'm not getting out, bro.

-You in my car, bro. -I'm not getting out, bro.

-How am I gonna get it fixed, bro?

-I'm not getting out, bro.

-I don't got the money for this. And neither do you.

-No. -So how?

-Bro. -How, nigga? How, nigga?

[Ricky] I'm not getting out...

-Bro, get the fuck out... -the car, bro.

We gonna solve it. -James,

go put the car in the garage. Ricky, get out the car.

[James] Bro.

Bro, get the fuck, bro.

-I know.

-Ma, look at my car. -I know!

[James sighs]

Ricky,

get out the car!

[door clattering]

-Goddamn. -[James] Always doing...

-Goddamn? -Bro, shut the fuck up.

Always doing some... -Ricky, go in the house.

[James] dumb shit, bro.

The... -James.

-Mom. -I know, I know,

I know, I know, I know.

Go put it in the garage, please.

-All right.

[box clattering]

-Mama, I was just trying to see...

-Mm-mm.

Mm-mm, just be quiet for one minute.

This has gotta stop.

-I didn't do nothing, Mom.

[Winnie] So all this happened 'cause you ain't do nothing?

-It's not my fault.

-I found the wallet, Ricky.

You stealing now?

You stealing now?

-Mama, you should have heard how he was talking to Ms. B.

He was talking to her crazy.

-So it's his fault you stole a wallet?

Do you hear yourself?

-I found it after he left.

-But you didn't give it back.

[phone buzzing]

[hand thuds] [phone continues buzzing]

Oh, this bitch, what you going to tell her?

[phone buzzing]

Ricky, baby, I'm tired.

I'm done. Baby, I'm done.

Ricky, I'm done. [items clattering]

[Winnie whimpering] [pensive music]

[birds chirping] [pensive music continues]

[Ricky sighs]

[Ricky] Oh, you done?

-I didn't mean it.

-You done, huh? -Ricky, I didn't mean it.

Baby, I didn't mean it. -Just stop.

-I didn't mean it. -Stop.

-I didn't mean it. Ricky.

[door clattering]

I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it,

I didn't mean it. [door squeaking]

[pensive music continues]

[Winnie] Will you cover my shift, please?

I'll do another double for you tomorrow.

No, no, no worries, I'll call Maxine.

Thanks anyway.

[phone thuds]

[hand knocking] [items clattering]

[door clattering and squeaking]

[Winnie sighs]

He's not here, and it's not past his curfew, so.

-May I come in? -For what?

-Come on, Winsome. -Look.

I'm on my way out.

-He violated his parole.

-Like I said, he ain't here.

-I am here unofficially.

How long have we known each other?

[foot thuds]

[door squeaking and clattering]

[phone thuds] [keys jangling]

-You got some nerve bringing that up.

What, are you desperate?

-Yeah, desperate to save your son.

-We only got one savior, and it ain't you.

You left the church.

Now you trying to make up for it,

hiding behind your badge.

-I did not leave the church.

I got kicked out of the church for being who and what I am.

But you see me? I'm not hiding behind anything.

I'm here doing my job, trying to save your son,

who is in danger of going right back to prison.

[item thuds]

[Winnie sighs] Like I said, I got somewhere to be.

-Well, I guess it's fine then, huh?

Maybe just go right back to prison.

He goes right back, does the rest of his time,

take advantage of those great programs.

-Joanne, if you had... -It is...

-any real kids of your own, you'd understand.

-You got two.

I got 45 on my desk right now,

and I stick my neck out for each and every one of them,

including your son 'cause they're worth it.

-And still, he's my son,

a 15-year-old boy in prison

with grown-ass men,

grown-ass violent men.

And I couldn't protect him.

I haven't slept comfortably in over 15 years.

So I hear you and all of that.

But you don't have a fucking clue.

-Are you listening to me?

Your son violated his parole,

and we've got to find him fast.

[phone ringing] It's going to be a problem.

I don't wanna be the one to have to do it.

-Yeah.

Oh, okay, um, let me call you back.

[Joanne] Was that him?

-No.

I think I finally got coverage for my shift.

-Okay.

You stay here.

Call me if you hear from him.

I'll be around, and I'll circle back.

[Winnie] Yeah, you do that.

[Joanne] Hmm.

[door clattering and squeaking]

[dog barking]

[footsteps plodding] [dog continue barking]

[fingers tapping]

[door clattering]

[engine churning]

-Are you sure it was him? [pensive music]

[engine humming] [pensive music continues]

[Seatbelt clicking]

[Door opens and closes]

[traffic whooshing]

Ricky.

-Yeah. -Get up.

-Hmm? -Get up.

Come on.

-No. [liquid sloshing]

-Ricky,

get up.

We are going.

[liquid sloshing]

[bottle clinking]

-Gimme that back!

[Winnie sobbing]

-Ricky, you're scaring me.

Ricky.

[exhales] Fuck.

-You're scared. -Why you come here, man?

-You gotta go home. -No, why you come here?

-Because I love you, and I'm not giving up on you.

-It's done.

-What's done? -It's done.

It's over. -It ain't done.

-It's over. -It ain't done.

-It's over. -It ain't done.

It's over when it's over,

and it ain't over.

But if you wanna be done right now,

we gonna be done right now.

[passersby speaking indistinctly]

-Don't do this. -Oh, don't do what?

[door clattering and squeaking]

[passersby chattering indistinctly]

[Winnie sighs]

[latch clicking]

-Ricky.

I know it's hard.

[engine churning]

Baby, sometimes I don't know what to do either.

But you gotta trust me.

[passersby chattering indistinctly]

You gotta trust me. Do you trust me?

Do you trust me?

Have I ever let you down?

No.

Joanne's coming, so we gotta go.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Get up.

[Winnie breathing heavily] [pensive music]

Home, home, Ricky.

Yes, please, Ricky.

[Ricky] Stop.

-I'm not stopping. -Stop.

-I'm not stopping!

I want you home, and I don't give up, and we don't give up.

I'm not giving up.

I'm not gonna give up. Come on.

Come on. We're going home.

Thank you, baby, thank you, thank you.

[door clattering]

Thank you, thank you.

[Ricky exhales] [pensive music continues]

[Ricky speaking faintly]

[Winnie] You all right in there?

[Ricky speaking faintly]

[Winnie] Ricky?

[Ricky speaking faintly]

[hand knocking]

[doorknob clattering]

[Winnie] Ricky?

[hand knocking]

[Winnie] Open the door.

[hand knocking]

[Winnie] Open the door, Ricky.

Open the door! [doorknob clattering]

[hand knocking]

[water pattering]

[hand thuds]

[Joanne] How long has he been in there?

[Winnie] A few hours.

[door squeaking] [water pattering]

[footsteps plodding] [water continues pattering]

[tap squeaking]

-Winsome, give us a moment, please.

-Okay.

[floor creaking]

[door squeaking and clattering]

-Well, look at you.

Do I need to write this up?

What happened?

-I fell.

-You fell, and I was born yesterday.

You think I'm riding your ass because I don't like you,

or I don't understand what you've been going through.

You're wrong.

I have walked the same footsteps you're walking now.

I was homeless,

on the street with nothing.

And, Ricardo,

you are not the only person that has ever done bad things.

And just because you have done bad things in the past

does not mean you can't do great things in the future.

You cannot let your past define who you are.

[Ricky inhales]

You can make it.

I see you, Ricardo. [pensive music]

I see you.

[hand knocking]

[floor creaking]

[door clattering and squeaking]

I see you. [pensive music continues]

[fist thuds] [pensive music continues]

[footsteps plodding]

[door squeaking and clattering]

[pensive music continues]

[door clattering and squeaking]

[bag rustling]

[Ricky] Yo, T.

[bag rustling]

-Now my family inside.

What the fuck you doing here?

-Look, bro. -This is my house.

I got my babies here, B.

-I'm, I'm not here for no trouble, bro.

-What? Then what's this about, huh?

-Fuck.

[hands thudding]

-What's going on, man?

The fuck happened to you?

[children chattering indistinctly]

-Hey, man, you still got that job for me?

[Terrence] Course, man.

[pensive music]

No bullshit.

[hands smacking]

[Ricky] Mr. Torino.

[tool clattering]

[Leslie] Oh, what happened to you?

-It was kind of a car accident.

-Clearly, Jesus, are you all right?

-Yeah, I'm good, I'm good. I'm just a little banged up.

-'Kay, uh, I'll leave it alone.

Just take it easy, man.

-Got you.

But, man, um, you can sell the car.

-Wait, why? What are you talking about?

-Yeah, I don't need it anymore.

[Leslie] In some kind of trouble, son?

-Uh, man, uh, you think I can get my money back?

-Yeah, of course.

Of course.

[cash rustling]

Here.

Listen.

I'm getting older now. I'm retired.

My house is paid off. My kids are up and out.

I'm in kind of a happy marriage, [laughs]

so I'm not going anywhere.

So when you get all this shit sorted out,

you come back, car will be here.

Give you my word.

-Thank you. [dog barking]

[hands thudding]

-Go easy, young brother.

Go easy.

-Thank you.

[Ubeat music]

[hand knocking] -Yo.

Got some bread for you, dawg,

[upbeat music continues]

[hand knocking]

All right.

[latch clicking] [door squeaking]

[floor creaking]

[Ricky sighs]

[cash rustling]

-My nigga, this ain't enough.

-No, I know it ain't enough, dude.

-Yo, bro, and my insurance not paying for nothing,

bro, so you gotta cover... this whole shit.

-I feel you, dawg, but I'm trying.

-My nigga, you gotta try harder, bro.

This ain't gonna cut it.

-But it's all I could do for now.

Oh, I got you, dawg. I just need some time.

-My nigga, how? How you got me, bro?

Like, you always doing some dumb shit, bro, really.

What was you thinking?

It ain't even just about my fucking car, bro.

I lost my job, too, behind this shit.

I ain't taking no more losses, all right?

-I just need a little more time, all right?

-Whatever. -Just a little bit more time.

[upbeat rap music]

[Ricky speaking faintly]

[phone buzzing]

Hello.

[Jaz] Why am I looking at your ear?

-Hmm?

Oh, oh, my bad.

- What the fuck happened?

[sighs] Um, nothing.

- Look at your face.

-No, I'm good, I'm good. For real, I'm good.

-Ricky, don't lie to me.

-I'm not lying, for real. What's up?

- Well, do you need anything?

-Nah, nah, I'm good.

-Kareem asked about you.

-Word?

[Jaz] Mm-hmm.

-What'd he say?

-He said he wants to see you.

-And what about you?

-What'd you say? -Nothing.

-What'd you say? Don't lie.

-No, I mean, I was just, I was just saying, um...

[Jaz] What are you saying?

-I mean, I was just, I was just saying that I,

I wanted to see you

That's all.

[Ricky sighs]

-I could.

[Ricky exhales]

Just holler at me, 'kay?

-Yeah.

Yeah, I can do that.

- All right, I'll talk to you.

[phone beeps]

[dog barking]

[dish clanking] [phone ringing]

[Winnie] Hello.

Wait-nigga, calm down.

[footsteps plodding]

[door squeaking and clattering]

[brooding music]

[people chattering indistinctly]

[footsteps plodding] [brooding music continues]

[door squeaking]

[dispatcher speaking indistinctly]

[brooding music continues]

[Ricky] Hey yo.

[Ricky] Yo, what's going on?

-You're being arrested for a hit-and-run.

-But, Mom, I don't... -What's going on?

[officer and James speaking indistinctly]

-Go back to the house. -What's going on?

-Ricky, go back to the house. -What's going on, Momma?

-Ricky, go back to the house. -Tell me what's going on.

[officer and Ricky speaking faintly]

-Get back to the house, Ricky. Step back!

[all speaking faintly] [brooding music continues]

[door slamming] [brooding music continues]

[dramatic music]

-Momma! [dramatic music continues]

[buzzer blaring] [door clanking]

[Officer] Face forward.

[officer chattering indistinctly]

[camera clicking]

[metal clinking] [door clattering]

[inmates chattering indistinctly]

-Hey, pigs, where the phone call at, man?

What up? What y'all doing back there?

[Lawyer] Ricardo Smith. [heartbeat thudding]

Interfering with law enforcement while on parole.

I'm gonna do my best to convince her

that you won't re-offend, but be prepared.

This judge is not fond of second chances.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

[heartbeat thudding] [Ricky breathing heavily]

Do you have any questions?

Ricardo. -Hmm?

-Do you have any questions?

-No.

[feet shuffling] [door clattering]

[inmate speaking indistinctly]

[door rasping and clattering]

[footsteps plodding]

-What did they say to you in there?

[inmates chattering indistinctly]

-Yo, you hear me, Ricky?

Yo, you hear me, Ricky?

Look, bro, I ain't got no priors or whatever,

so it's cool.

All right?

[inmate chattering indistinctly]

[inmates yelling indistinctly]

[feet pattering]

-Column line eight on the arraignment docket,

Ricardo Smith.

Please raise your right hand.

Please raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear or solemnly swear and affirm

that the evidence you give concerning this case will be

the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

-Yes, yes, ma'am. -Thank you.

Please state your name.

-It's Ricardo, Ricardo Smith.

[Bailiff] And your date of birth, please.

-September 16th, 1995.

-Does your client understand his rights?

[Lawyer] Yes, Your Honor.

[Judge] Okay, we're going to hear

from the bail commissioner, the state,

and then the attorney for Mr. Smith.

-Your Honor, Mr. Smith is a resident of Connecticut.

He does have family ties in the Hartford area.

With regards to record check,

his first conviction, October of 2010.

He's currently finishing a 12-month parole

of his 15-year sentence.

Mr. Smith was arrested last night for interfering

with law enforcement.

With regards to today's matter, I recommend bail set at 15,000,

which is the court-set warrant amount.

[Judge] All right, State.

-Your Honor, Mr. Smith was convicted at 15

for armed robbery and attempted murder,

and, while in prison, assault and battery.

It's apparent to the state his presence in this court today

is enough evidence that he'll re-offend.

I recommend no bail set, Your Honor.

-Counsel. -Your Honor,

Mr. Smith lives in East Hartford

with his mother and brother.

His mother took time off from the hospital to be here today.

His father would be here, but unfortunately,

he was deported for overstaying his visa,

leaving Mr. Smith the man of the house at age 13.

He's currently employed at his neighbor's restaurant,

who's also here today.

He's checking in with his parole officer

and attending his court-ordered meetings.

[Judge] Officer Scott,

do you have anything you'd like to add?

-Thank you, Your Honor.

[footsteps plodding]

[door squeaking]

Your Honor, in the time that I've been working with

Mr. Smith, I have seen him make great personal strides.

It is my understanding that Mr. Smith only left the home

to see about his brother's safety,

and the neighbor has the video that proves that.

Your Honor, you know he's wearing a GPS monitor.

We know where he is.

Thank you, Your Honor.

[Judge] Okay, I read the reports.

-Can, can I say something?

-Ricky. -[Judge] Control your client.

-Please. -Sorry, Your Honor.

-Look, I just wanna speak my truth, Your Honor.

-This is not a trial, Your Honor.

-Are you trying to tell me how to run my court, Ms. Wong?

[Lawyer] No, Your Honor.

-I'll give you the chance to speak,

but do note that anything you say in this courtroom

could be used against you.

-Yes, ma'am.

I ain't even supposed to be here, Ms....

[Judge] Mr. Smith, do not waste this court's time.

-No, Your Honor, I'm not supposed to be here.

[door clattering]

[Ricky exhales]

[door clattering]

I tried to take my life a few times.

[Winnie sobbing]

I almost killed someone.

I almost killed a man when I was 15 years old.

[Ricky breathing heavily]

[Judge] What are you saying, Mr. Smith?

-James is a good kid, Your Honor.

He nothing like me. I swear to God.

[hands thudding]

I was driving the car, Your Honor, not him.

Look, I know Pops always told me to look out for you

and be example to you, but I couldn't do it,

and I'm sorry for that, bro.

I failed you, and I'm sorry for that.

I figured maybe I could be an example

for some of these other young cats out here.

Prison ain't no place for a kid, Your Honor.

[Ricky sighs]

Mom,

I'm sorry, y'all.

[Winnie] Baby, you're fine.

-It's fine. -[Judge] Order.

Order, counsel. -I'm sorry.

[Judge] Please control your client.

I will not tolerate

this behavior in my court. -[Ricky] I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

-[Judge] Counsel. -[Ricky] Ms. Joanne, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

[Judge] Mr. Smith, [speaking faintly].

[pensive music]

[door clanking]

[singer vocalizing]

[pensive music continues]

[bed clattering]

[hand thuds] [pensive music continues]

[inmates chattering indistinctly]

[phone clanking] [pensive music continues]

[buttons clicking]

[phone clanking] [pensive music continues]

[pensive music continues]

[footsteps plodding] [pensive music continues]

[book thudding] [pensive music continues]

[brooding music]

[pensive music]

[door clattering]

[inmates chattering indistinctly]

[officer speaking indistinctly]

[inmates chattering indistinctly]

[buzzer blaring] [gate clattering]

[gentle music]

[door clattering]

[plastic rustling]

[James] Praise the Lord.

[Ricky laughs]

-What's up with you? -Good.

-That you?

-Come on now. You know I had to get something new.

I hope you didn't think I was gonna stay in that, bro.

[hands smacking]

-Oh, I missed you, bro, missed you.

[Ricky speaking faintly] [gentle music continues]

[hand thudding]

Man, glad to be out.

[James speaking indistinctly]

[Ricky speaking indistinctly] [James laughing]

-Nigga, is you crazy?

[Ricky laughs]

They must have beat your ass or something in there.

[plastic rustling] [gentle music continues]

[singer vocalizing]

[door clattering]

Ready? -Let's do it.

[engine humming] [gentle music continues]

[singer vocalizing]

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♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Though I'm battered and blue, ♪

♪ feel like I'm born to lose ♪

♪ Though I never been, never been, never ♪

♪ Never have I been so low ♪

♪ Now there's only one way to go, oh ♪

♪ And I never ♪ ♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up, never give up ♪

♪ Never will I give up ♪ ♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up ♪

♪ No ♪ ♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up ♪

♪ And I never ♪ ♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up, never give up ♪

♪ Never will I give up ♪ ♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up ♪ ♪ No, no ♪

♪ Never give up ♪ ♪ No, no ♪

♪ Never give up ♪

♪ I'm so thankful ♪

♪ I can feel the tingle from my head to my ankles ♪

♪ And I never felt, never felt, never ♪

♪ Never have I felt so cold ♪

♪ I bring a chill to your bones ♪

♪ Don't you know, don't you know ♪

♪ 'Cause I never ♪ ♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up, never give up ♪

♪ Never will I give up ♪ ♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up ♪ ♪ No, no ♪

♪ Never give up, never give up ♪

♪ And I never ♪ ♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up, never give up ♪

♪ Never will I give up ♪ ♪ Never give up ♪

♪ Never give up ♪ ♪ No, no ♪

♪ Never give up ♪ ♪ No ♪

♪ Never give up ♪

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[people chattering indistinctly]

[Man] Look at you.

Get off my porch if you have any sense.

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-I think the hardest thing I had was my difficulty

when I first came home was, like, getting a job was hard

because I couldn't do the jobs that I wanted to do.

-My first time being released, it was early 2000s

so it was none.

There weren't really nothing.

It was parole, and they tell you to go look for work,

and you go look for work, and if you can't find one,

keep trying.

-The biggest challenges I faced, once I was exonerated,

was getting familiar with everyday freedom.

-The challenges I faced coming back into this world

was the fact that I still had a sticker on my back.

-I built this wall around me

that I just couldn't break down at some point, you know,

from so many years in prison.

-It's tough being a formerly incarcerated student

in law school because I have classmates

who are like, "You're a felon. What are you doing here?"

-Chose my path as building my own business,

and I knew conventional jobs weren't gonna help.

To work for somebody after being locked up for so long

and the age bracket that I'm in, it was gonna be kinda hard.

-So a lot of those programs, the mentality of those programs,

"If we can just save one."

If you're not trying to save nine outta 10,

that in and of itself wasn't attractive to me.

-They gave me a certificate of pardon,

a full pardon, [gentle music continues]

a full pardon.

I look at that, and I say, "Thank you, Lord.

Thank you, Lord, for washing me."

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[Interviewer] How did you feel seeing your brother going

through the system?

-As a older brother, I felt like I couldn't do nothing

or try to do anything.

I just let it happen, and I regret it every single day.

[Interviewer] Do you have any advice for people you know,

for the families of people who have been incarcerated?

-Stay outta trouble.

Do the right thing so you won't end up in prison

or being accused for something you ain't even do.

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