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Babatunde Adesola Johnson was born

on December 30th, 2002

to Adesola Johnson

and Yomi Okafor in Lagos, Nigeria.

On the night of May 28th, 2020,

Tunde Johnson departed this life

at 9:38 p.m. in Los Angeles, California.

Soren.

Well, there he is, folks.

The one and only.

This is way better than class, right?

Blow me a kiss.

Ooh.

Let me see you wipe your hair.

Yes, nice.

Do we go?

Okay.

What'd you catch for me?

Hi, I'm Alfred O'Connor.

Thanks for watching tonight.

Our point of contact for the evening

in light of the tragic shooting of an unarmed black teen

is police brutality.

It's masochistic is all I'm saying.

Great art...

- ...comes from great pain. - We have Keisha Rivera,

political organizer based in Chicago

and Marcus Harrison,

an author and professor of African American studies.

- Welcome. - Hi.

Thank you for having us.

Now, I wanna be clear to the both of you

and to the viewers at home

that there was no way that I, or any white person

for that matter, will ever fully comprehend

the emotional complexity

of what it is to be black in America.

That is right, Mr. O'Connor.

Experiences, more often than not,

- get lost in translation. - Hey.

They can only be lived.

They can be witnessed as well.

Um, I need To talk to you guys about something.

Now, let me paint you a picture.

Okay, you're a beat cop, average American.

No, oh, Honey, no don't, don't go.

Ade, Your son needs to talk to you.

I'm working.

Can he wait?

Ade.

A wife, two kids,

and a dog chasing his tail in the front yard.

This is your life.

Hey, come sit next to me.

The possibility of death.

Now, when faced with this,

whether you're white, black, or green-

Where are these green people being shot by the police?

I'm having really abstract ideas.

Colors, hues, my next photo series.

Something...

something like, deconstruction.

A young African American male, or Black masculinity.

I keep seeing red.

...shot and killed at the hand of the law.

Which is a racist institution.

Well, no intelligent person

disregards the unfortunate history of Africa...

So Marley comes up to me today,

and she just kinda

presses her finger against my chest.

And, um, and you know how she can be.

Well, she sees, she's a lovely girl, Tunde.

Yeah, we've taken a liking to over the years.

Right.

So, she presses her finger against my chest,

and she is all like,

"It would behoove you to tell your parents...

"It would behoove you to tell your parents that you're gay."

Ta-da.

I am so proud of you.

Mom, we talked about this.

Okay, okay, okay.

I will respect your boundaries.

How long have you known?

I mean, is this what's been bothering you?

Is this what's been...

- No. - Inside?

I know that it, have you talked to Dr. Martinez?

Have you talked about it enough?

Do your friends know?

Dad.

Aye.

We love you unconditionally.

I want you to know...

I want you to know that,

to understand that,

with unconditional love comes unconditional fear.

Just promise me that you will be safe, huh?

Okay.

Yes.

Okay.

And I must say that there is a very cute boy...

Ah, Yomi, please.

- No, I must say, he's- - Leave the boy alone.

Woo!

Hey.

Dude, it's my birthday.

I know.

Look I know,

but I'm the worst, I'm the worst,

but I did it.

I came out.

Baby, get off the phone.

Are you there?

Yeah.

All right, I'll see you in a minute.

Fuck!

Fuck.

Go ahead and turn that music down, please?

Right, yeah.

I'm just gonna let the window down for him.

Okay, after you do that,

license and registration.

Sure, it's in my glove box, can I...?

Yep, go ahead.

Hey, move slow.

- Tundee? How do you say? - It's Tunde, actually.

Tunde, where's that from?

My parents are from Nigeria.

Nigeria, huh?

Hey Callahan, did I ever tell you that story

about that Nigerian prince that kept emailing me?

Yeah.

If I gave him like a thousand bucks,

he said he'd give me a million.

- Nothing happened. - Yeah.

Did you get the million?

Tunde, you know anything about that?

I'm kinda late for something.

Oh shit, Tunde's late.

Callahan, Tunde's late.

Tunde, Tupac, that's like a...

that could be like a rapper name, no?

Are you a rapper?

- I'm not a rapper. - No?

No.

That's some pretty serious bling on those knuckles

- for not being a rapper. - Jesus Christ.

Look at that watch.

Are you sure you're not a rapper?

Where'd you get that watch?

From my mom.

- Your mom? - Yeah.

What'd your mom give you, Callahan?

Will you not flash that light in my eye?

Yeah?

Guys, I'm really late.

I just...

- Callahan, Tunde's late, man. - Did I do something wrong?

Did I do something wrong, I mean I...

Over here real quick, Tunde.

You inebriated pal?

No, I'm not inebriated.

I mean, I suffer from allergies maybe that's what...

Ok, Tunde, I'm just gonna need you

to step out of the car.

Listen, if it's a ticket, like I'll take it.

I'll take the ticket. If it's a ticket...

Don't make an issue of this.

Okay?

Make it easy, buddy, come on. Okay?

- Be fast. - Okay, okay.

Keep your hands where I could see them.

Slow.

The light is bright.

I know. Are you sure you haven't had anything to drink

or smoke tonight?

No, I'm telling you it's from allergies.

I've I haven't smoked.

I don't drink, like no.

- The red eyes... - Allergies.

Are you sure about that?

Yes, I'm sure.

Nothing to drink?

Yeah.

I promise.

All right.

I'm gonna run this.

I'll be back in one second.

- Just stay here, okay? - Yeah.

Let's hurry, I'm fucking hungry, man.

Oh, relax.

You're always fucking hungry.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Fuck Soren.

Gun!

You saw him reach, he fucking reached.

Oh, fuck. Call an ambulance.

Jesus.

Damn.

Babatunde Adesola Johnson was born

on December 30th, 2002

to Adesola Jonson and Yomi Okafor

in Lagos, Nigeria.

On the night of May 28th, 2020,

Tunde Johnson departed this life

at 9:38 PM at the hands of police officers

in Los Angeles, California.

Morning honey.

Morning.

- Morning. - Morning.

An examination of death,

modernity, hmm...

Mom.

You're my favorite son, sue me.

I'm your only son.

Have you seen your father's new piece?

Oh, sorry, I was...

Distracted?

Let me guess,

it is a riveting essay

on post-millennial

tribal scarification.

That was last week.

Though, in terms of self parody,

I do think I have outdone myself.

I'd say my trip back home was a success.

The rest premiers tomorrow evening.

I was thinking we could make a night of it.

Grab some dinner, hit the gallery.

Maybe see a movie.

You should invite Marley.

- Yomi. - No, shh shh.

We understand that you are becoming a man, Tunde.

Are you hearing this?

And if you are sexually active.

Dad, please!

No, if you're going to engage in adult behavior,

then you need to act like one.

Okay? Tut, tut, tut. Ah ah.

No glove, no love.

I'm too young to be anyone's grandmother.

You know what,

you, you're on to something.

After that speech,

I don't think I'll have sex with anyone ever.

You are loved and respected.

Ade.

Oh, yeah.

You're valued, and you're safe in this place.

Now boys,

I think you all know what time of the year it is.

Oh yes.

It's our boy's motherfucking birthday.

- Ow! - Oh shit, sorry, your

shoulder. I'm sorry, man. Do you need something?

I got something for you.

I'm good, just sit down.

Anyway, as I was saying.

My birthday means my birthday party,

AKA the swankiest, fucking rager of the year!

And that means, you do the honors.

As was written in the Bible...

- Bottles! - What?

- Models. - What?

And enough drugs to keep your shriveled dicks hard.

That was one time.

Come on.

So we read Deadline, obviously.

A Freeform pilot?

I'm just a side character, someone's girlfriend,

but yeah, it's good.

We got you something.

Chocolate?

I book a fucking job

and you buy me chocolate.

I'm sorry.

That was stupid.

Well, I'm starving.

Honey, we all are.

- Right? - Yeah.

Oh my God.

He's like staring.

Yeah. Of course he is.

What the fuck are you wearing, huh?

Jesus Christ.

Every day is like a fucking Beyonce concert with this kid.

Charlie, stop being an asshole.

What?

Charlie, leave him alone.

He's got a mohair bag.

He looks like Blade.

- Vampire hunter! - Charlie, leave him alone.

See you later, Wesley.

Solange.

He is like so hot.

When do you think we're going to be official,

like official, official?

I mean, I did let him fuck me without a condom.

I feel like that counts for something.

One, you're so fucking gross.

And two...

I would be careful with the rest of your list.

Like, the English language is like, vast mushy,

like, use like, and like every sentence.

I love you.

Well, like I assume that a person of your sexual...

Marley.

Come on, Tunde.

It's the 21st century.

Everyone's gay.

Oh, you got something to tell me?

You know, you're really cute when you're happy.

Yeah.

Are you hitting on me

'cause you know my parents would love that.

One, not since middle school,

and two,

it would behoove you to tell your parents.

I don't like secrets, Tunde.

I love you.

Love you too.

The end of the 400 Blows has been

a source of contention

between critics and cinephiles alike.

My favorite interpretation

comes from Arlene Croach, Film Quarterly Review.

I wanna fuck you.

She...

she notes that, um,

Antoine's freeze frame stare...

Tunde?

Tunde, are you all right?

Um, she,

she encapsulates this quite remarkably in a,

a single quote.

In the end,

you are no longer looking at the film,

the film is looking at you.

Thank you, Tunde.

Sydnee, you're up next.

Benzodiazepines.

The most prescribed drug class in America.

When you take too much, you hallucinate.

When you're in withdrawal,

you hallucinate.

When reality hurts, you numb the pain.

Just waiting for my husband to return from war.

Whoo.

Next thing you know, you'll be wearing my skin.

Ooh, kinky.

Maybe then you'll be waiting for me.

Oh.

- You're so dark. - I know, I love it.

Wait, stop.

What?

May I?

Look, what was I supposed to do?

What were you supposed to do?

Yeah, if I didn't go along, dude she...

she'd know something was up.

What were you supposed to do?

I have appearances to maintain.

You're supposed to stop fucking her.

- Oh my... - I know!

You okay?

Soren.

I hurt it this morning during practice.

Sit back.

Let me see.

Easy.

What?

Do you want to come out?

Tonight?

Yeah.

Like for tonight,

my place first, or yours?

Mine, definitely.

Before, or like, or the after party?

During, I think.

You think.

You know my dad.

I'll just need a couple of rounds of liquid courage.

It'll be fine.

I'll do my parents tomorrow.

Hey.

What are you doing?

Come over.

First of all,

I'm gonna need you to go ahead and put that out.

I hate to break this up guys,

but this area is off limits. So I'm gonna need you

to pack up and join the rest of civilization.

Okay.

No problem, we were just leaving anyway.

Leaving?

Where you you rushing off to?

Oh, it's a little trouble in paradise.

He's cute when he gets mad at you.

How long have y'all been together?

Wow, you are inquisitive.

Oh, that's a nice S.A.T. word,

something you should have learned in school

where you should be right now.

Right, okay, all right, we're leaving.

Okay, pack it up.

And I do not want to see you over here smoking again.

Yes, ma'am.

Sorry.

Yes ma'am, thanks.

Stay in school.

What?

Just really glad you're here.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I gotta pee.

Fuck, Marley.

Did I do something wrong?

I just,

I got a lot

going on

with the game and with my dad.

I'm sorry.

Come here.

It'll be okay.

I just need you.

So we bumped you up

to four milligrams a day,

one single pill to be taken in the morning and evening.

How's it working out for you?

Uh, great.

Glad to hear it.

I'd like to revisit a discussion from our previous session.

You expressed worry about the transient nature of things,

"how the future, once looming and distant,

appears to be staring me right in the face."

I should put that in my dream journal.

You didn't tell me you have a dream journal.

I don't.

What worries you?

Uh, change.

Go on.

I guess when you spend your whole life in one place

with the same group of people,

you start to think that your loop of experiences

are all that there is.

And then you turn 18 and you go off to college

and it's like, none of it ever happened.

Like,

it wasn't important or real or, like, um...

And how is this affecting you and Soren?

We're coming out tonight.

That's all you ever wanted.

Yeah.

That's all I ever wanted.

And when faced with that,

whether white, black, or green.

Where are these green people

being shot by the police?

The fact is in 2017,

black males, and not green people,

accounted for 22% of all people

shot and killed by police.

So Marley comes up to me today.

And...

she just kinda presses her finger into my chest.

And she's all,

"it would behoove you

to tell your parents...

It would behoove you to tell your parents that you're gay.

Who, Mr. O'Connor?

Who would they protect and serve?

Well, according to the bureau of justice...

Ta-da.

...African Americans are responsible

for almost 52% of homicides

nationwide since the 1980s.

Have you ever heard of the war on drugs?

Oh honey.

Oh baby.

Mom, mom.

- We talked about this. - Okay, okay.

Okay, okay, yes.

Yes.

Have you talked to Dr. Martinez?

Have you talked to anybody?

Uh...

Okay.

We love you honey.

We love you.

Dad.

We love you unconditionally.

I want you to know that.

But with unconditional love comes

- unconditional fear. - Unconditional fear.

Nobody's arguing with you on that level.

Hey.

Dude, it's my birthday.

I know, I know,

but I did it, Soren.

I came out.

Now it's just you.

Baby.

Hey.

Get off the phone.

Hey, you there?

You sure you haven't had anything to drink?

Gun!

Oh fuck.

Babatunde Adesola Johnson was born

on December 30th, 2002 to Adesola Johnson

and Yomi Okafor in Lagos, Nigeria.

Yo, Charlie. Whatup?

His parents and friends called him Tunde.

Tunde attended Saint Ambrose Preparatory Academy.

On the night of May 28th, 2020,

Tunde Johnson departed this life

at 9:38 p.m. at the hands of police officers

in Los Angeles, California.

Did you see your father's new piece?

Remarkable, isn't it?

The rest premieres tomorrow evening.

Stuff of nightmares, I know.

Remember the masquerades back home, Yomi?

Ah! All too well.

But you've made it more contemporary.

Imagine the streets lined up with these creatures,

ancestors simultaneously,

dead and alive.

So, zombies?

More like...

Ghosts.

Our people don't believe in traditional death.

It's been so long.

I seem to have forgotten.

Really?

I will no longer die.

I have become 200 hills

rolled into one.

I am immovable.

Death is but a transition from this life to the next.

What are you wearing?

Jesus Christ.

Every day, like a fucking Beyonce concert with this guy.

Right?

Put a ring on it.

Charlie, stop being an asshole.

Okay.

Charlie, leave him alone, man.

Whoa, sorry.

He looks like Blade.

I like it.

Protect us from the vampires please.

Tunde.

Tunde.

He is like so hot.

When do you think we're going to be official?

Like official, official?

Marls, I...

I don't think that's going to happen.

You don't know that.

Did he say something to you?

I just, I want to know if he said something to you.

We gotta get to class, come on.

Like you give a shit.

I'm a big girl, I can handle it.

He doesn't treat you right, Marley.

No one deserves to be a secret.

I'm not a secret.

Do you think he's seeing someone else?

I don't know.

I mean, that'd be fine.

It's not like we're in love.

We just fuck sometimes.

I think guys are dumb.

He's so dumb.

Do you think I'm a good person?

Of course I do.

I mean I try.

You know?

Fuck.

Sometimes I attract really shitty people.

It's not you, Marley.

No, but what if it is?

What if it's my fault?

What if there's something wrong with me?

You're perfect.

Come on.

We gotta get to class.

Hey.

- Love you. - Love you too.

All right, class, let's settle down.

Tunde, you're up first.

Yeah, I hurt it during practice.

They're gonna strap me up for the game tonight.

Turn me into a fucking cyborg.

Be a third of our way into forming The Justice League.

I'm guessing you're Batman in this situation?

Obviously.

Maybe you should sit this one out.

Nah, I made a commitment.

You're coming, right?

Therapy.

Yep.

Neither is my pop's.

He's missed every fucking game this year.

I don't know why I even try.

You look like shit.

Yeah.

Withdrawal's a bitch.

Well you're not supposed to quit cold turkey.

You know?

You need to do a lesser drug.

Ease your way out.

What?

She's my best friend, Soren.

She's my best friend,

and you're hurting her,

and I watch you hurt her every day.

- And I don't want to. - I'm sorry, okay?

I just...

I worry about what it would look like,

and how people would treat me if they knew,

if they,

if they saw me.

I see you.

And I love you.

That's not, that doesn't change

- the way that other people... - Listen.

You are enough.

And a little extra.

Fuck off.

Ow.

Two questions.

Hmm.

You all right?

Hey.

You okay?

Feeling better?

Yeah.

Told you.

I had this...

I had this cousin, right?

This dope athlete,

he was a soccer player.

And he starts doing heroin,

and then...

I'm not doing heroin.

Dude, I know you're not doing heroin.

But, look, anyway...

He, uh...

one day he's like, "I'm going to quit."

You know, mind over matter...

You know, this doesn't really relate.

I mean, Xanax is fully an opiate.

Wait, wait.

Dude, did you like find that on what, Instachat?

'Cause it's wrong.

Xanax isn't an opiate, it's a benzo.

You done with that?

She texted me, Tunde.

No, don't.

- I didn't do anything. - No, don't.

Don't.

Okay.

Can we just go get my car?

I wanna go home.

Seriously?

Yeah.

All right.

Let's switch then.

Fuck, cops.

Put your seatbelt on.

It's okay, all right.

I got this.

What seems to be the problem, officers?

License and registration.

Hang on a sec, we didn't,

we didn't do anything wrong.

Sir, I'm talking to your friend.

I understand that. But this is my car...

License and registration please.

...we weren't even driving. So, what's the problem?

Sir, have you been smoking?

No, I haven't been,

we have not been smoking.

It's fine, calm down.

Are there drugs in the car?

There aren't any,

there are no drugs in the car.

Okay, sir, step out of the car.

Okay, okay. We were just leaving.

- Step out of the car. - Look, I know my rights.

You're not going anywhere.

This is ridiculous, this is outta line.

You're outta line.

Sir, step out of the car now.

Keep your hands where I can see.

- You're on video, lady. - Okay, okay.

- I get that. - Okay, I'm just gonna,

I'm just gonna reach for my seat belt... I need you to put that phone down...

I'm just gonna get my seatbelt.

- You step out of the car. - Look, I know my rights.

You have to have a reason.

Sir, I need you to step out of the car now.

Keep your hands where I can see them

- and step out of the car. - Are you fucking kidding me?

Stop talking and get out of the car now.

Okay, I'm just gonna,

I'm gonna move my seatbelt.

I can't move.

Out of the car, now!

I'm losing my mind.

Babatunde Adesola Johnson

was born on December 30th, 2002

to Adesola Johnson

and Yomi Okafor in Lagos, Nigeria.

Tunde attended Saint Ambrose Preparatory Academy

with his childhood friend, Marley Meyers.

Tunde loved music and movies.

On the afternoon of May 28th, 2020,

Tunde Johnson departed this life

at 1:38 p.m. at the hands of police officers

in Playa Del Rey, California.

You're acting more morose than usual.

It was a long night.

Tunde, honey,

I want you to know that we trust you.

I'm not on anything.

We know that.

It's just that we get concerned

when you seem so unsettled.

Maybe it's the new medication.

I'll get Dr. Martinez on the phone.

I'll sort this out.

Have you ever been stopped by the police?

Yes.

Did something happen?

Did you get stopped by the police, Tunde?

No, ma. I'm just saying...

No, did something happen?

You have to tell us if something...

- You wanna know everything. - You have to tell us...

- I keep getting pulled over! - Okay.

Well, the next time that happens,

you comply and you stay silent.

I'm not always wrong.

No, no, no!

Your life is more important than your pride.

You do whatever it takes to get home, safe.

You stay silent and you comply.

Tunde.

Tunde.

I can't do this again.

What the fuck?

What tripped me up most about the movie

was the structural conceit.

I mean, how can a person narrate an experience

when they're already dead?

Well, there are a lot

of different narrative styles in film.

This is just one.

Did you like...?

No, I didn't like anything.

Do you know how much better this film would've been

if Flo Clemons was acting in it

or Oscar Micheaux was directing?

Because they had an accurate portrayal

of what America was then.

And they haven't had their stories told this whole time.

So, no, I don't want to sit here

and watch another white film...

I'm scared of falling asleep.

Why?

Cause... I don't know what's real anymore.

Soren?

What, what's up?

Drugs sometimes make life feel like a dream,

like you ain't yourself,

like you're floating on air.

There's this voice,

the same voice that always goes

"Hey, you're just high."

But you see what you feel.

It's not reality.

- Soren? - Hmm?

I can't hear the voice anymore.

And I'm scared.

I'm really scared.

Hey.

Hey!

When you die, you become a scar.

You all right?

A chalk-drawn outline against concrete.

Hey, hey, hey.

Come on, hey.

A human shaped hole in the universe.

The day I met Soren,

all I can remember is that I was numb.

Hey.

And desperate to feel.

You're all right.

You're okay.

You tried to take your own life?

I don't know how I got so deep.

He saved me then and he's going to save me now.

What do you mean?

I wouldn't have had the courage to tell my parents

if he wasn't around.

I'm black and gay.

And even those two hate each other.

Which means, like in the eyes of humanity,

I'm like two degrees off human.

Something to,

to be feared

and laughed at,

like this curiosity in the corner.

I should be happier though, right?

Dr. Martinez?

'Cause I'm one of the lucky ones.

Like, I got a nice car,

and a big house.

All this stuff,

supposed to make me feel like I'm worth something?

People walk right through me, Dr. Martinez.

No one sees me...

except him.

Soren sees all of me.

And if he can do that,

then he can do anything.

[Alfred Well, no intelligent person disregards

the unfortunate history of African Americans in America.

Unfortunate?

Misplacing your wallet is unfortunate.

The traffic in downtown LA, that is unfortunate.

The degradation, humiliation and mutilation

of black bodies in this country

is not unfortunate.

It's a genocide.

Can I borrow your car?

Nobody's arguing with you...

Tunde. Honey, I don't...

I...

I'm just nervous.

I want to make a good impression.

Pretty please, Dad?

Okay.

Well, according to the Bureau of Justice, African Americans...

If you scratch my car,

you will never see that boy again.

Thanks.

I'll see you guys at two.

No! One o'clock, that's your curfew.

What did I say?

Hey, I'm not doing anything.

You're hurting me. Get off!

Get off me. Please, somebody help!

Please, somebody!

Please!

911, what's your emergency?

Hello, yes.

Can you send someone to my neighborhood?

I can hear a man.

What are you hearing, sir?

I can hear a man yelling down the street

from my house.

What's your address?

It's, uh, 42 Douglas Court, but it's...

This at your house?

A couple of blocks down from my house.

Okay, can you tell me what's happening, sir?

Uh, yeah, I was taking out the trash

and I saw a man walk by...

You saw a man walking down the...

Security drove by really fast.

If you could just send somebody.

Can you describe the man you saw?

I don't know. I didn't, I didn't see him.

It's dark out.

And your address is 42...

Soren, call me back.

Like as soon as possible. OK?

Soren, call me back please!

I need you to call me, it's serious.

Your call cannot...

Fuck, man.

Fuck.

Uh, fuck.

Who's blowing up your phone bro?

It's been happening all day.

Dude, this chick will not stop calling me.

Yeah, right.

911, what's your emergency?

- Say it. - Fuck me!

Fuck.

Say my name.

You like that?

Just like that.

Fucking love that.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Oh god.

Marley.

Fuck, Tunde.

- Fuck. - Shit.

- Where the fuck are you going? - Fuck.

Look, I'm just...

I'm sorry.

- Sorry what? - I've gotta go talk to Tunde.

- Tunde! - Soren!

Tell me what...

Tunde.

Tunde!

Why? Why would you bring her here?

I'm sorry!

What the fuck is going on here?

Oh my gosh!

You knew this was going on!

Tell her.

What are you talking about?

Answer me!

- God! - God, Tunde!

Fuck!

Babatunde Adesola Johnson

was born was born on December 30th, 2002

to Adesola Johnson

and Yomi Okafor for in Lagos, Nigeria.

Tunde attended Saint Ambrose Preparatory Academy

with his childhood friend, Marley Meyers.

Tunde enjoyed the films of Dee Rees and Ryan Coogler.

He read the essays of Teju Cole

and his favorite book was "Giovanni's Room"

by James Baldwin.

Hey.

So is this serious?

Yeah, dad.

It's serious.

Yeah.

Well, of course it's serious

or he wouldn't be here.

So how long, is it, you're dating,

together, a couple?

How long have you been a couple?

We're dating, ma.

- Okay. - And um?

Six months?

Yeah, six months.

Six months and I'm just finding out about this now.

And how did you meet?

We met at the beach.

Soren surfs.

Yeah.

He likes to surf.

And are you in school together?

- Yeah. - Yeah, he's...

We got a couple of classes.

Yeah, he's in my film class.

Ah, the film class.

Okay.

Yes.

Yeah, and I knew him through Marley as well.

Oh, you know, Marley?

Oh, we love Marley.

Oh yes.

She's a lovely girl.

Yeah, she is.

And you are all in class together then.

Well, we should have them over to

watch a movie sometime.

Absolutely.

Yes, please.

You're welcome here anytime.

So, Soren,

um, what else do you...

And how are your grades?

Wait, doesn't that hurt?

What?

You rubbing it?

No.

Why would it?

Thanks for skipping practice.

Anything for you.

He is like, so hot.

Soren and I have been fucking.

Right.

No, he's gay, Marley.

He's gay and we're in love.

I'm serious.

Look, I admire your commitment to the part.

It's not a part, Marley.

He's gay.

I'm asking you as a friend

to please back off.

- As a friend? - Yeah.

Okay.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Thanks?

Yeah, thanks.

Let me give you some advice,

as a friend,

people like Soren,

don't end up with people like you.

They'll fuck around once or twice, sure.

They'll experiment,

but in the end,

they end up with girls like me

and have two and a half kids with a yard

and a white fucking picket fence.

So enjoy it while lasts, Tunde.

Three, two, one.

Driving against the back to O'Connor,

he takes the one V one,

spins off the man.

Shoots.

Scores!

Exeter East River has no answer

to number two, Soren O'Connor.

There you have it.

Soren O'Connor's hat trick

puts Saint Ambrose through for the win.

Final score, Saint Ambrose five,

and Exeter East River, four.

Yeah.

You played your ass off.

Thank you, thank you.

You guys are so wasted.

Do you shop?

Cut that shit, man.

Okay, someone's on their period.

What the fuck you just say?

Okay.

You're not on your period.

All right, okay.

Well, you know, he's trying to hang.

He's gotta get

through initiation.

Merry fucking Christmas.

Celebrating tonight, remember?

Hell yeah, we are.

Fuck Exeter East River.

Fuck Exeter East River.

Fuck Exeter East River.

Fuck Exeter East River.

- Fuck 'em. - Fuck 'em.

Oof. Itching for some cocaina, bro

Daddy needs a buzz.

Tunde, you got blow?

- No. - No, Marley's got some.

What? You're like a fucking pharmacy.

Bathroom.

Always, bathroom.

I'm going to eviscerate you, bitch.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Where'd you go?

Come out.

Fuck you.

I know, fuck, I know where you are.

Get ready to die.

Come on.

Christ.

Sorry.

You all done?

I think so.

I'm not usually like this,

it's just...

Oh, I'm sure you can handle your liquor.

There you go.

Thanks.

You with the team?

No, I'm a friend.

Oh.

Oh shit, I missed the game again.

How'd they play?

They were great.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Good.

How about Soren, is he,

is he having fun out there?

Oh yeah. He's good.

You threw him a hell of a party.

Oh, thanks man.

Excuse me.

Yeah, he'll,

he'll see it as a penance of sorts.

Me pouring money into a void I created,

according to him.

You know, we used to talk all the time

when he was young,

talked about everything.

Me and my boy against the world.

He talks about you a lot.

He does?

Yeah.

I mean, I just got so busy

with work and failed marriage.

Christ, I don't even recognize him anymore.

He's good people, Mr. O'Connor.

Thank you.

Call me Alfred.

Yeah, I'm Tunde. Uh...

Tunde.

Tunde?

That's an interesting name.

Well, you know Tunde,

now that I've poured my heart out to ya,

I'm dying for a cigarette.

You smoke?

Um.

Yeah?

Yeah. Yeah.

Let's have one.

Okay.

You got any?

No.

You know what, why don't we go get a pack.

Okay, sounds good.

Cause I'm not going out there.

I fucking hate parties.

Come on.

I needed this.

Yeah.

Wow.

Hey, I've always wanted to ask,

do you believe the stuff that you say on TV?

Yeah, sure,

for the most part.

I love this country, man.

I believe in the dream,

the mythos,

America the great, America the bold,

the shining city on the hill.

We're a pretty shitty city.

Yeah, well, you know.

Some people feel that way.

We do our best.

We try.

You should try listening.

Well, you know,

my show provides a platform for everyone to talk, yeah.

Nah.

I mean like listen, actually listen.

An entire group of people can't make up an experience.

You know, there is this idea floating around

that because you're white,

you can't suffer,

that you can't possibly understand pain

unless you're black or gay,

or an immigrant.

Who said that?

Suffering, like death is guaranteed.

In fact, the only thing equal about us, really,

is we all hurt the same.

The only difference is because I'm white,

when I cry out, I get called a racist or a bigot.

When in reality, I just want to be heard.

You have a TV show.

This may be a stupid question,

but do you find that this whole thing works with the ladies?

You know, the whole woke thing?

I'm gay, Alfred.

No, I'm... I'm gay.

I'm in love with your son,

and he loves me too.

I know that's a lot to like drop on you tonight and,

it's hard to hear, but it's real.

We really do love each other.

I gotta get, I gotta get a drink. So...

You want anything?

Nah, I'm good, thanks.

You finding everything okay?

Yeah.

Are these any good?

They're really good for a party of one.

- That's all for you? - Yeah.

All right.

- Hey, hey, hey. - Back up!

I said back up!

- Tunde, you all right? - Oh my god.

- What are you doing? - Take it easy.

Leave him alone!

Get back inside.

Back up!

I said back up!

You know who I am? Huh?

You recognize this face?

You're about to be under arrest sir

if you keep carrying on.

You haven't heard the last of this.

Get back guys.

Get back man. Get back.

Get outta here.

Back up!

Soren.

- Are you all right? - Get outta here.

Tonight.

Get back, come on.

Leave him alone.

Tunde.

Let him go.

Get back.

Back up!

Leave him alone!

I can't,

I can't,

I can't,

I can't breathe.

Tunde leaves to cherish his memories,

his beloved mother Yomi,

and his father, Adesola,

his maternal grandparents, Taio Okeke,

and Adora Okeke,

his cousin, Ibrahim Adebayo,

his aunt, Tiwa Adebayo,

his uncle, Yeli Olewimi,

and Yeli's daughters, Oluchi, Ester, and Kainde.

I will no longer die.

I have become 200 hills rolled into one.

I am immovable.

Marley.

Hi, baby.

Hi.

You know we're close, right, Marls?

Yeah, we are like,

like two peas in a pod.

Yeah.

Like,

um,

Thelma and Louise.

Um, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

Marley.

- Hans Solo and Chewbacca. - Marley.

We are the bestest of friends.

Marley, listen.

Yeah?

What?

You know that I would never do

or say

anything to hurt you,

not on purpose.

Tunde, you're scaring me.

What?

I can tell you anything, right?

Like anything because we,

like we're friends.

And that's what matters most above anything else.

What?

What is it?

Soren.

Soren, um,

Soren and I, we've been seeing each other.

What?

It's been going on for a while.

I know that like, I should've like,

- we should've told you... - Wait!

Stop.

I'm confused.

I'm sorry.

- No, he likes me. - I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- This is not... - Don't fucking touch me.

I loved him,

and you knew that.

You're bad inside, Tunde.

You're fucking sick.

Fuck you.

Oh, hey babe.

Come here.

Do you have anything you'd like to say to me?

I asked you a question.

Huh?

Can we talk about this over here?

Marley, I'm sorry.

Okay?

That's it?

That's all you have to say to me?

No,

no, I want to say that I'm sorry.

And then I care about you,

and that sometimes,

I have trouble speaking about things

because it's hard and words hurt

and I don't wanna hurt anyone.

Just because you're fucked up

doesn't mean you get to fuck other people up.

You could've respected me enough to be honest.

I know.

You're a fucking liar.

I know, I'm sorry.

Are you gay?

What?

I asked you a fucking question.

Answer it.

Are you gay?

What the fuck kinda question is that?

Answer my fucking question.

I'm not answering shit.

Why, because you're gay?

Oh my God.

You're fucking my best friend.

I'm sorry.

I just wanted you to know that.

Yeah, my friend's waiting for you.

Okay.

Get the fuck out of here.

The fuck did you just do?

I told her the truth.

She deserved to know.

The truth?

Oh what,

checking to see who's watching?

You touch on her and you do everything with her.

Like, you're right in front of me, so,

what was I supposed to do?

You could have fucking waited on me

to figure out...

I could've fucking waited on you?

Yeah.

I could've fucking waited on you?

Yeah, you could've.

What do you think I've been doing all this time, huh?

All I do is fucking wait on you.

I'm tired of waiting.

I'm tired of having to live in the shadows,

of having to duck and hide

every time your friends come around,

your dumb fucking friends come around.

I'm sorry.

Or your dad.

Tunde.

You think I wanted to do that?

Huh?

I didn't wanna fucking do that.

I'm giving you everything.

I gave you my best fucking friend.

I want you, Soren,

like I want you.

I fucking hate it.

I just,

I need to know like some kind of way that you want me, too.

Hmm?

I do.

I do.

Of course I do.

I just,

- I gotta have some time. - No.

- I just... - No!

No.

If you want me, then

let's go in there and tell your dad right now,

tonight.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay?

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay?

- Okay. - Okay, yeah, okay.

Okay.

Hi, I'm Alfred O'Connor.

Thanks for watching tonight.

We have Keisha Rivera,

a political organizer based in Chicago,

Hey Dad?

Oh hey.

You got a sec?

Yeah.

Who are you?

I'm Tunde.

Tunde?

What is that, African?

Yes sir.

Interesting.

Hey, come on in.

Have a seat, guys.

Just watching the 11 o'clock rerun of the show.

I like to do that.

So, gentlemen, what can I do for you?

Well,

dad, this is a,

this is

sort of difficult for me.

And.

Don't stutter.

Say what you mean, Soren.

I know that you have certain views

about this kind of thing,

and um,

I'm,

I'm upset that you didn't come to my lacrosse game today.

I just wished that you would have been there.

And I just wanted you to know that.

Oh, shit, I'm sorry.

I wish you just said something sooner.

There, I said it.

I didn't realize how important

it was to you.

And I'm sorry.

I'll be at the next one, okay?

Sorry, I'm just really busy.

I'm doing my best.

I love you, man.

I'm never gonna miss another game.

I promise, okay.

Point of contact this evening,

in light of the tragic shooting of high school senior,

Sydnee Harris, is police brutality.

Sydnee was only 18 years old.

I'm not going to miss another game, I promise.

That's my cue.

What do you mean?

I was just,

I was just here for moral support.

Right, Soren?

Yeah.

Tunde.

What?

You did it.

You said what you needed to say.

It was so nice to meet you, Mr. O'Connor.

Yeah.

Yeah, it was good to meet you too.

Thank you for supporting my, my son.

Hey, hey, come on.

I'm sorry.

Sorry buddy.

I didn't realize how important it was to you.

I screwed up.

I just, I wanted you to be there.

I won't make the mistake again.

I'm sorry, buddy.

Okay?

I'll be at all the games, from now on, okay.

Sorry.

I love you man.

I love you.

Babatunde Adesola Johnson

was born on December 30th of 2002

to Adesola Johnson

and Yomi Okafor in Lagos, Nigeria.

His parents and friends called him Tunde.

Tunde attended Saint Ambrose Preparatory Academy.

Tunde loved music and movies.

After graduation, he planned to study filmmaking

in the visual arts at university.

On the night of May 28th, 2020,

Tunde Johnson...

...survived.

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