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Today I'm gonna pray.

I'm gonna pray that God, as usual, ain't looking.

I'm gonna pray that he slept in and didn't make it to the office.

I'm gonna pray that today will be different...

...will be new.

Today, I'm gonna pray for peace of mind...

in the name of the abused and neglected...

and the motherfucker that owe us all some money.

Amen.

- Mr. Charlie. - Hey, Angela.

You and me need to have a little talk.

What happened?

I don't want the motherfucking police coming over here, okay?

They acting wild, they acting crazy. They drawing attention to everybody.

Oh, goddamn it. I'm sorry. I... I'll have a talk with them.

No, you said that shit two months ago and ain't a motherfucking thing changed.

It's like you let him do whatever the fuck he wants.

- That's not really fair, Angela. - It is fair, Angela.

No, that's not really true. Boys will be boys. You know that.

But I'm gonna have a chat with him right now.

You handle your shit, okay?

I'm tired of this shit.

Bringing everybody's motherfucking property down!

- Shh! - You shh. Shushing me.

Hey. It's me.

Brought you some lunch.

Listen... Angela is screaming at me out in the middle of the street

about you and your buddies.

You guys gotta bring the noise levels down, okay?

I'm tired of listening to her crazy ass.

I gotta go run some errands,

so I'm gonna leave your allowance on the dining room table.

Are you gonna help me out with this? Keep it down? Huh?

Promise? All right.

Little. Little circles. All right. Bye.

"Earth."

"Venus."

Calvin!

Calvin, you hear me talking to you? Don't play deaf.

- What? - Did you take your meds?

- No. - Take your meds, Calvin.

I don't even like pills.

Get your ass up and get to school.

I don't got school today.

Boy, would you quit lying?

The school called and said you only been showing up for lunch.

Meals are important. Gotta get those meal tickets.

Get your ass up and let's go! I'm not playing!

"I'm not playing, Calvin."

Don't mock me, Calvin.

I was being nice.

- You didn't think that was funny? - No.

No.

Can't get lucky. What class you got today?

- Math. - Math? You like math, right?

- Yeah. - All right. I'm gonna help you practice. Um...

All right. What's, uh, five times five?

Twenty-five.

Eat up, baby.

Thanks, Mom.

I need you to watch him on Friday.

Gloria got surgery.

Back to the club then.

Yeah, back to the club.

Shit's been a little tight around here, in case you haven't noticed.

Tight?

- That's funny of you to say. - What's so funny?

Eat your breakfast.

Nice one... Mom.

All right.

What's, uh, ten times ten?

- A hundred. - Pshh! My God.

Stop this shit and go to school. Now.

All right. Geez.

- Nicky, I'm not kidding. - All right.

What's that?

My mom taught me this saying...

"Sorrow is like treasure.

You only show it to your friends."

Nigga, I'm going to school, get my "edu-ma-cation."

- You ain't been all year. - School is fun, Calvin.

Exactly. School is fun!

Fill that brain with knowledge. You feel me? Ah!

Then life taught me some treasures you got to keep buried.

Everybody, I'm going back to school! I'm going back!

No, you ain't. Nigga, stop!

Come with me. I'm going back.

What's up, Greg? Long time no see, nigga. What's that been like?

- You tripping. - Catch you in the hood, homey.

Peace out.

Bye-bye.

Oh, here you go.

Oh, thank you.

- Hi. - Hi. How you doing?

Great. Let's see.

Okay. Do you have a form of ID?

That's all the ID I got.

We need two forms of ID. That's our policy here.

Uh... I just... I just got out of prison.

Um... I don't make the rules, you know?

It's cool. All right. Uh, let me give you my PO's number.

- Uh, but we still need two forms of ID. - He'll straighten this shit out.

Do you have, like, a driver's license?

Ain't got no goddamn driver's license, woman.

I just got out of fucking prison.

It's cool, dawg. It's cool.

Look, just call this number.

I can't.

I'm sorry.

No, you ain't.

Next.

I'm serious here, Calvin. You are a very, very smart young man.

I mean, perhaps even... even gifted.

Last year you scored in the top ten percentile on the PSAT,

- and yet this year on the SAT... - Nah.

If you just applied yourself, there's no telling how far you could go.

Venus.

Excuse me?

I will be using my genius...

...to go to Venus.

I'm trying to be serious...

Nigga, I'm being serious, too.

I'm gonna make arrangements for you to retake the exam.

But you have to apply yourself,

and for God's sake, do not answer every question with a "D."

I mean, why would you do that anyway?

- You really want to know? - Yes.

"D" is for "damned."

All right. Mess this nigga up! Motherfucker, what?

What, nigga?

Come on. Get up. Get up.

Hey! Bringing the motherfucking smoke, homey!

That's that East Side shit, nigga!

Well, we have arrived.

- Thanks, Nicky. - Tell the doctor to suck that shit out of you, okay?

Shut the fuck up, Calvin! Stupid ass.

I don't know why you're getting all high and mighty with me.

You don't give a fuck about her. I don't even know why you're acting all concerned.

I'm not arguing about it. Me and Jesse are going somewhere else.

You can stay here and raise your fucking baby,

'cause I'm not staying around for that shit.

He's not getting the cape. He is not getting it.

We are all operating on borrowed time.

Dancing from dream to dream in between nightmares,

like little frightened children waiting for our mothers to pick us up from school.

And she's gonna ask us, "What kind of day did you have?"

Five-O! Five-O! Run!

Come on, man! Run!

Get up!

Yeah! Get some! Get some!

Yeah. What you want? Come here. Come here.

- Don't let him go. - Whup his ass.

Okay, would you rather have peas for the rest of your life or broccoli?

- Broccoli. - Okay, would you rather have chicken or steak?

- Steak. - I knew you were gonna say steak.

- What up, Shawn? - Welcome back, homey.

- You need your yard cut? - Nah. Nah, I'm good.

All right.

Damn, Greg.

It's been a minute. When'd you get out?

Uh, shit. What, a week ago.

You look good. You look real good.

I mean, I know there's nothing else to do but lift inside,

but it's working for you.

Yeah, you know.

Uh, so I seen there was some oil up under your car in the street.

They hook you up with a job yet?

I'm still on the wait list, but, you know, I'm out here, doing me.

Yeah. Yeah. Good for you, baby.

Uh...

if you need a tune-up or something,

you know, whatever you can afford, it's cool.

Thanks, but truth is, I'm kind of tight on cash these days.

- But, um... - I hear you.

You need your hair braided? On me.

I don't think it's there quite yet. A few months, maybe.

Yeah. Almost.

Girl.

All right.

- Uh... - When it is, come back and see me.

On me, for old times.

All right then.

Be careful.

- It was good seeing you. - Yeah, yeah.

Bye.

You smooth, baby.

Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Wait. Slow the fuck down.

Oh. Us? Me?

Fuck. Yeah.

Fuck you!

You're fucking scared. Fly away, bitch! Fly away!

That motherfucker ain't right, Nicky. What is that shit? I'm serious.

Hey, hey. Wait up. Listen, wait up...

Nicky, I can't get no abortion, and I'm tired of Calvin saying that shit.

He's just fucking with you, all right?

I'm gonna take care of it. Don't worry.

He ain't gonna take care of shit.

Get your cracker ass outta here before my slipper goes to slapping.

Hey, Curtis, come on out here. What the fuck is wrong with you?

- Wait! - You white-trash, Seabiscuit-lookin' motherfucker.

We got all these beautiful Black kings

- and you open your legs up to white trash. - Go sit down.

Hey, tell your mama check in with the homeys.

She still working nights? Hey, Nicky.

Better not come back around here no more.

Mm-mmm. No, I'm not having it.

- You in trouble. - I can't do it.

- Hey, man, what you up to? - 'Sup, bro?

Fucking bitch. Shut the fuck up.

- How you doing? - You know what they call me, baby.

- Yo, what's up? - Now you come home.

This what's going on when I'm at work?

- What's good? - Hey, Dad.

Fuck you up. Sit the fuck down!

- Nicky, stop! - Stay there!

Fucking stop, Nicky.

- Stay there, Nicky. - What's wrong with you?

- Sit the fuck down, bitch! Shut the fuck up! - Nicky, stop!

- Fuck 'em. - Nicky, stop. Don't be stupid. Nicky, stop.

What's wrong with you?

Nicky... Oh, fuck! Nicky, fuck!

- Nicky, what'd you do? - You did this!

Come here, baby. Are you crazy?

What's wrong with you? Come on, baby.

Lot of them old niggas better than him.

No, sir. Nobody sing motherfucking like him.

Oh, fuck, man!

Look at these motherfuckers.

They're supposed to be in school and shit.

Little motherfucker got a bomb lollipop on his face.

Look at that nigga man his gear, bro.

Fight! Fuck 'em up! Fuck 'em up!

Calvin, don't get no motherfucking Cheetos on my vending machine, nigga.

Jerk.

Nigga crazy. Be speaking in tongues and shit.

- Fuck. - Hey, Calvin. Show the homey that shit you been doing.

Watch this shit.

Abracadabra, motherfucker.

Sit your little ass down, nigga.

Hey, Larry. Larry! Fuck you always in here lurking, man.

Ain't nobody lurking, man. Fuck you, man.

- Fuck me? - Niggas have an Apple TV anyway.

That nigga ain't got no motherfucking Apple TV.

Look at special needs little nigga over there.

If he was trapped in the crib on fire, that nigga won't say shit.

Nigga just be crisp.

Fuck!

- I'm a god, nigga. - Quit talking about the homey, D.

Talkin' about the homeys?

Hey! We closing in ten minutes, nigga.

- Ten minutes? - Ten minutes.

- Word? - Chop-chop.

- We got ten minutes. - Hurry up.

I'ma buy a movie first.

Nigga, remember this fucking movie?

Used to love this fucking movie.

Hey, you touch it, you buy it.

Should buy this shit... No, fuck this shit!

- What the fuck? Hey... - Fuck your movies!

What y'all niggas doing?

- Fuck you up, Calvin. - Fuck all these movies.

Fuck you up, nigga.

Come out from behind the glass!

This shit is fucked up, Calvin.

Hey, eight minutes, nigga.

Grow the fuck up, little nigga.

I've ran out of time, my nigga.

Fuck!

Who the fuck gonna clean this shit up, nigga?

- Not me. - Yeah, you, nigga.

Whoa.

Oh, shit.

That's the fucking ocean breeze calling us. You feel that shit?

We going to the beach this week.

We're going to the fucking beach this week!

All right! Let's go!

- Slow down! Get out of the way! - Watch where you goin'!

- Restart that shit. - Oh, come on, bro.

Restart that motherfucking shit.

My shit on?

Oh, shit. Holy shit.

Calvin had an idea.

He said why don't we take the game outside?

Now, I knew what he meant.

Oh, shit, oh, shit.

And I can't say I disagreed with him.

But had I known what it would lead to,

I probably would have just said, "Let's stay home."

...with the young bitches with the yoga pants.

And we turn them bitches all the way the fuck up! We turn them bitches up!

And we go on this wild ride in the sky like Superman and come back down

with some Offwhite, too, mixed up, fixed up,

rolled up with some Sour OG and we only do switches.

We only do motherfucking switches.

And I need me some Slurpee. I need a Slurpee. Slurpee got some juice.

Want some fucking juice. I could do juice too 'cause I love that shit.

That shit just be... The motherfucking flavor! Know what I'm sayin'?

No air traffic control, just stratosphere.

And then we just fucking take a ride in the air, like, whoo!

And we just... go!

You know what I'm saying? Just us and the wind.

Nigga, that shit got my dick all hard!

Greg, handle your business.

Check out this nigga, Crackhead Leonard.

What's up with that bread you owe me, man?

Oh, come on, man. There you go again!

You ain't getting it, nigga.

- And this weird-ass nigga. - Oh, shit. Look who got out.

What's up, homey?

Hey, shit, nigga. Come holler at me.

Fuck he doing with a lawn mower?

Whose lawn mower you just stole?

Jesus? You stole Jesus's lawn mower?

I'm riding out here, nigga.

I heard there was some snitching going on. Now you out early?

Rolled up.

Out here trying to make a dime. You feel me?

I'm fuckin' with you. I know.

- You look good, boy. - I'm all right.

- Trying to make a dime, huh? - You got some work here?

You got some work I can do?

I got work all day. You trying to get back on?

Nah, dawg.

Going straight.

Got some work I can do around the yard that you need?

Nah, I like all my weeds.

Right here looking like Jurassic Park.

Hold up. Yo, Jasmine. You see my homey right here?

Ask the nigga if he wants some food. You can't make him a plate?

- I'm cool, dawg. I'm cool. It's cool. - You cool?

You ain't got no manners about yourself.

- Yo mama burn that shit up, dawg. I'm all right. - You cool?

- Yeah. - Why don't you take this bread then?

Dawg. I'm away. You feel me?

I see you.

I see you.

Just let me know if you need something. Anything.

Sure. All right.

- Gonna put some rims on it? - Hey, dawg, don't be...

Our father, who art on my back...

- I'ma stay outside. Owner don't like Bruiser. - ...wretched be your name.

Thy kingdom come, your shit gets done on Earth.

And wherever else you can make a fucking dollar, right?

Sin is encrouched at your door, young man.

And for you is its appetite. Will you get the mastery over it?

- You steal! You stole me! - I'm gonna take a piss.

You took me from my mama. You stole me!

And you promised me a fucking mule!

Where's my motherfucking mule?

I'm that nigga that's left the pawn shop, and I got a gun.

Hey, what's up, bro?

- What's good? - I like your hat.

The keys! Calvin, the keys! Give me the keys.

Calvin, you hear me?

- You brush your teeth today? - Yes.

Can't be leaving the house smelling like these other little niggas out here.

There's things that separate us. Truth or lies. That's it.

The truth is who you are. You hear me?

A lie is everything else.

I'm still putting together that spaceship for you. Know that?

Fly wherever you want to go.

It's gonna run off pure energy.

Oh, shit!

I fucking love you. Thank you. Whoo!

Whoo! Whoo!

Think, motherfuckers.

Oh, sh...

Gimme the motherfuckin' pill.

- Did you get those pills? - Yeah, I got 'em.

- Who got the pills? Oh, you got 'em. - I ate 'em all!

Kiss it goodbye till next time.

Till next time! Boom!

Okay, would you rather have peas

for the rest of your life or broccoli?

- Broccoli. - Okay, would you rather have chicken or steak?

- Steak. - I knew you were gonna say steak.

I'll be right back. Going to the bathroom. Stay right here.

- Okay. - Okay? I love you.

Hey, look at this asshole.

Can't believe he's still running shit.

What you got there?

What's that, like, an upside-down chicken?

Okay, that's what I want. I'm starving.

Got the prettiest ears. Come on.

Come on.

Yeah.

Hey! Hey, get the fuck away from their window!

Hello? Get over here!

Nigga, don't act like you don't hear me. I will call 911, motherfucker.

Get over here. What do you think you're doing over here in their window?

Calvin! Get the... Calvin!

Calvin, dawg! Get the fuck over here.

The fuck is wrong with you? I'm looking at life right now.

- It's Jesse, dawg. - What'd you just say?

- Fuck! Fuck! - What the fuck you just say? What's wrong with Jesse?

- He saw it through a fucking window! - What are you talking about?

Mr. Charlie is fucking Jesse! That's what's happening!

Fucking kill him! I'ma fucking kill him. I'ma fucking kill him.

He's fucking him, man! Come on, Nicky! Come on!

Let's go! Let's go!

Jesse!

I'ma kill him! I'ma fucking kill him!

Where the fuck is...

Have you seen my son? Have you seen him? He was right here! Aaron!

- Jesse! - Where the fuck are you?

- Aaron! - Jesse!

- Aaron! Aaron! - I don't fucking know!

Have you seen my son? A little boy?

Jesse!

- Aaron! Oh, my God! Aaron! - Jesse!

Jesse!

You see that shit? Do you see that shit?

When we was younger, was he doing this shit the whole fucking time? Huh?

I don't fucking know.

I don't fucking know. I don't fucking know.

- Jesse doesn't say anything. - All right. We gotta have a plan.

Piece of shit. Piece of shit. That disgusting piece of shit.

That motherfucker is dead.

He's fucking dead.

I always have the same dream.

In it, there's three palm trees.

Like three really tall friends.

But then I'm alone...

by the ocean.

My feet feeling the cool water.

Dreams ain't real.

- Hey, Mama. - Hey, what you doing back here?

- Trying to get it right. - Get what right?

Oh, you need your own little space.

Just need a place... place for my own, Mama.

Mm-hmm. Just don't make a bigger mess than is already back here.

You wanna maybe roll with me to the hardware store later?

Sure, we can do that. You want something to eat first?

Oh. My cooking's okay for you, but my house isn't.

Hey, hey. You know.

- Love you, too. - Thank you, Mama.

You're welcome, sweetie.

- We gotta take Keisha to the doctor tomorrow. - Uh-uh!

- Don't forget. - Uh-uh! Fuck no. I'm not doing that shit.

Oh, don't start with that. Come on.

- No, I'm not doing that shit. - We agreed.

No, we didn't agree on shit. That's your business. Your business.

- Come on, General. - General? I'm fucking viceroy. Get that shit right.

Hey, why aren't you the king again?

I'm working my way to the fucking top. All right?

The nerve of some people. You really want to live this regular fucking lifestyle?

You wanna raise a baby in this shit? This shithole? Dumbass.

Oh, shit, you smell that? You fucking smell that?

You smell that shit?

- It's fucking intrigue, my nigga. - Mmm. Oh, shit.

We're going to the beach!

You hear me? We're going to the beach!

Taking motherfucking my nigga Jesse,

my white friend Nicky to the fucking beach.

♪ We going to the beach We going to the beach We going to the beach ♪

♪ They all gon' see us In the street ♪

- You motherfuckers ready? You see this shit? - Ow!

Soon as I see me a dolphin, I'm jumping clean on his back.

Clean on it. Dolphins, where you at?

Fuck you! Who the fuck is that?

Go around!

Keep it cool.

- Yo, all right. - Oh, are you fucking kidding me, bro?

Go the fuck around. This bi...

- What the fuck are you dumb shits doing? - Fuck you!

- You don't wanna fuck with me. - Get your fucking ass back!

Fuck you! Why don't you fucking go?

- Fucking peasants, man! - I like my fucking car.

- Let's get out of here. - Bitch, I'ma fuck him up. Fuck him up.

Calvin? Calvin, you hear me?

I asked you what you want, not what you like.

Nobody give a damn about what you like.

You gotta tell the motherfucker what you want.

Now say it.

- I want ice cream. - Say it like you want some.

I want some ice cream.

- I want that fucking car. I'ma fuck you up. - Let's get that fucker.

Dolphins gonna have to wait.

Yeah. Yeah.

Now this nigga trying to speed off.

I'm running that light. You thought I was stopping.

What the hell do they want?

Make me stop in the street 'cause you don't know how to say you want some shit.

Now I'm pulled the fuck over.

- We got a possible 503. - You stay in that spot. Don't you move.

Sir, get out of the car. Hands where I can see them!

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

- What you want, man? - Put your hands where I can see them!

I'm talking to my son in the car.

- Back up! I said back up! - What you gonna do? Shoot me?

Don't you forget that shit. You understand me?

Let's fucking do this shit. Come on.

Chéri, chéri. Chéri, look. Do you love it? Tell me you love it.

Hello.

Fuck!

Get the fuck out of my house!

Oh, my gosh.

Pull your ass up!

- Who's the fucking peasant now? - Hmm?

Get off me!

Fuck you!

Fuck yeah. I told you, that's my shit.

- That's your shit. - I steal your fucking car.

I told him. I said, "That's a nice motherfucking Mercedes, bitch."

- This is my shit now. - That's your shit.

Now we driving to the beach in his shit.

Took his car. You took his bitch.

Took her away.

"I got you something nice, baby. Look at these beautiful flowers."

Yo, look at Jesse. Look at Jesse.

Hey, you like a motherfucking rock star up there.

- A fucking rock star. - Yeah.

- I need some liquor. - Let's get something to drink.

I need some liquor to bring these pills down. I need to get sober.

- Yo. - You see that shit?

See what?

- 105, 405... - Damn. They is the shit.

LA is funny.

Tell somebody you're famous, even if they don't know who you are, they get excited.

Man, let's take these motherfuckers for a ride.

Excuse me.

Is that him?

I mean, is that him, like, for real?

- Oh, yeah, that's him. - It's fucking him. Sure it is.

Um, can we go talk to him?

Nah, nah, nah. He just got out of the studio.

- Doesn't like to be bothered. - Oh, my God.

I knew it. I told you he was gonna make another album.

So what are you ladies doing tonight?

Uh... we don't know. We just got here this morning.

Maybe go to a club or something.

Hell yeah.

Let's party. Let's get out of here. Leave your car here.

- Where we going? - Come on.

The unknown, motherfucker. Get in the car.

Just get in the car. Come on.

We gonna get high tonight. Yes, indeed.

We gonna get high tonight.

And I'm gonna let you look right at me.

I ain't scared. No.

Laugh, motherfucker. I ain't scared, man.

'Cause I see you. He sees you.

Dare the devil to step aside. Ask him to say your name.

See which name he says. You know his name.

The po-po ain't catching us.

We got a lot of shit in here.

We got a lot of shit in here.

This is cool, but y'all got anything harder?

"Harder," the young man says. Excellent, my dear Nicholas.

I believe we've found a colleague in recreation.

Now, now, my dear comrade. We can't assume that this is a man of leisure.

He could be, uh, an upstanding family man.

Then more outstanding for the cause of this adventure.

Surely, if his thirst for the game is ample,

then mere formalities will not intercede and spoil the spirit of the night.

Be chance or favor,

I wager my own honor that this man fancies the sport.

All right, well, what does our governor say about the night's festivities?

Mmm.

At last!

The great oracle himself has spoken. The game it shall be.

- The game it shall be. - Are we going to see the Hollywood sign?

We so gotta get a pic.

Fuck no. We're gonna see the universe.

Take a pill, baby. What you having?

Ooh. I'm having what he's having.

I want what he's having too.

Take this shit. Take this fucking shit off.

Fuck this sh...

Fuck this sh...

Yo, Calvin.

- What you doing, man? - Fuck. Fuck all this.

Whoo! Juicy booty. Juicy booty.

Come here, girl, come here.

What's up, Eddie?

Yo!

Hold your shit. You're more fucked up than me.

Yo! What the fuck?

My bad.

- It's all good, man. - Fucking pull up your pants.

Oh! I just saw your penis, man! What the... I just saw your fucking penis!

Jesse, Jesse, come on.

Let's fucking go. Let's fucking go.

I love you. Fucking cockblocker.

I want ice cream now. Let's go.

Nicky?

Nicky, Terry, breakfast is almost ready. Come on.

- Fuck. - What are you doing?

I can't find my phone.

Is it in these armpits of yours?

Let me just check. Let me just check.

Whoo! Bah!

Boys, you're gonna be late! Nicky, come on!

Forget it.

Let me ride, Nicky.

Okay. Let's go.

Let's get some of that breakfast.

Now... if-if-if four-fifths of the world is dark,

how is it that... how is it possible that one-fifth

rules or oppresses or exploits or dominates

that four-fifths who are the majority?

It's by dividing and conquering.

We're not brutalized because we're Baptist.

We're not brutalized because we're Methodist.

We're not brutalized because we're Muslim.

We're brutalized because we are Black people in America.

Take it easy.

Arthritis.

- Thank goodness it stopped raining. - I got it. I got it.

I did...

I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it.

- Okay. Okay, sweetie. - Here's your keys.

Hey, Calvin.

Calvin, yo.

I need to talk to you, boy.

- Everything all right? - Yeah, Mama. It's all right.

I think in that moment for Calvin,

it was the straw that broke the camel's back.

The promises of his life,

the beginning of all things broken.

The doctors, they told me Calvin was special.

They weren't sure of his condition.

The outbursts, the violence, the mood swings.

What was I gonna do?

So I prayed to the Lord for... for answers.

And I'll keep on praying till the Lord answers my prayers.

- You think it's time to take a break? - Oh, Mama.

I thought you might want a beer, baby.

A beer?

Yes, Mama drinks a beer every now and again.

Cheers.

- Mmm. - You all the way gangsta now, huh?

Got your beer, got your crib.

I ain't mad.

Oh, you're not mad at me?

You got any papers?

- Oh, you trippin'. - Gotcha.

Yeah, it's getting there. It's on its way.

'Bout how much longer?

- Soon. - Mm-hmm.

I'm gettin' ready to go to the store. Want anything in particular?

- PB&J. - So nothing's changed.

Why you asking if you already know?

- Extra crunchy? - Extra crunchy.

I'm just checking. I thought maybe you growed up or something.

- Nah. - Okay, baby. Love you.

Calvin?

I got you this for your birthday.

I was gonna give it to you then, but I thought maybe you could use it now.

Go on.

I think you're gonna like it.

Can I help you?

Okay.

Here we go.

Right around your shoulders.

Ohh.

Oh, the collar and the button.

It's so royal.

Look. Take your arms out.

You're such a good boy. You're a good boy, Calvin.

I need you to watch Terry tonight.

All right, I'll handle it, but that's, like, three nights this week.

Don't you worry about what I do with my nights.

You need to be worried about how you're gonna feed that baby you're supposed to be having.

It's sorted.

- I'm just saying, Nicky... - You're just saying what?

I'm just saying.

It ain't easy being a fucking parent. Shit's hard.

And how the fuck would you know?

Watch your fucking mouth.

Say, nigga! Cal!

Been looking for you, boy.

Things reversed for Calvin.

When he looked up, he saw the ground.

When he looked down, he saw the sky.

We know he buried his hope with Bruiser.

So, you gonna jump?

Yeah.

All right.

- Good luck, nigga. - Imagine that shit.

But jump to what? The fucking ground?

No, fuck the ground.

Give me that cigarette.

What you doing up here? Trying to get closer to God?

Fucking God. I keep hearing that shit.

Like, where is the motherfucker? I ain't met the guy.

No, I'm going to fucking Venus. That's where I'm going.

- The planet? Nigga, gimme this. - Yes, the planet. That's where I'm going.

How you gonna get there?

You don't see what the fuck I got on?

- My bad. That's what's up with the cape? - Exactly.

- I'm tripping. My bad. - Exactly. Got to stay off the fucking ground.

Ground hot like hell.

They try to say hell is underneath ground

and fire and pits and all that devil bullshit.

No, it's right fucking here.

I seen the devil himself. I talked to the nigga.

He's right here. He live around the fucking corner.

- Right here? - Yes.

For example, when you hit that motherfucker, he was already dead.

- Did you know that? You were hitting a corpse. - Don't talk about that.

You hit that nigga. He was gone, like, boom!

The nigga was ash when he hit the ground. That shit was wild.

- You think that shit cool? - Yeah, I thought that shit was fuckin' cool.

- You scared to die, Greg, ain't you? - I'm saying don't rush it.

You scared to die and shit.

Don't rush it?

Then I guess you ain't heard.

Heard what, dawg?

I'm already dead.

Hey.

What's with this mess?

Looks like a little piggy lives here.

Hey. Jesse.

Fuck.

Hey, you in there?

Jesse.

Why'd you lock the door? Come on. Open the door.

You...

What's going on? You all right?

Hey, Jesse, don't fucking walk away from me.

Goddamn it. You little prick.

What the fuck's wrong with you?

Jesus Christ. Look what you made me do.

Calvin! The fucker's here! We gotta go.

Get your shit together. Okay? I'm gonna give you some space.

I spent 30 fucking dollars on groceries.

Fuck you.

Jesse!

- Jesse, open the door! - Open up.

You okay?

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

You all good? Look at me.

What the fuck?

Get him a fucking shirt.

Almost fucking had him.

Let's get the fuck out of here, okay?

It's not your fault, man.

You know that, right?

You know that.

Aaron?

You're not alone anymore about this.

- You understand me? - Aaron!

- Jesse? Jesse? Look at me. Come on, bro. - Aaron?

Look at me, man. Come on.

Aaron! Aaron! Oh, my God, Aaron!

Look at me.

You're not alone. We're gonna handle it. Okay?

Here. This is the part I like. Watch.

Oh, my gosh! I love that.

Mom, you're wild.

She used to be, son.

Really, Charles?

When the asylum lets you out into the world

of pain and trouble, and you ask,

who's responsible for this hell?

Who's responsible for my misery?

Oh, my gosh.

I'll get it.

Where's God?

Jesse, where is God?

Is your dad home?

- Dad? - Oh, my God!

Shut the fuck up.

God is looking for you. Where is God?

Shut the fuck up.

- Are y'all listening to me? - Shut the fuck up.

- Stop! - Shut the fuck up.

- Take anything. - Shut up.

You gotta find him out here!

Great motherfucking year!

Does God put his children in bondage?

Shut the fuck up.

Does God let those who love him die?

Suffer?

Bitch!

Daddy like to rape little boys.

- What is he talking about? - I'm sorry.

- Can I get a "amen"? - Shut up!

- Can I get a witness? - Shut up!

Can I get somebody here?

Rise up with me.

Kill this motherfucker.

Y'all not paying no attention to what I'm saying.

See you on the other side, bitch!

Black misery, I'm telling y'all. Black misery loves company.

Fuck you!

Take anything you want.

But that misery? Well, Jesse...

that misery is yours to end.

Jesse. Jesse.

It's just me.

Uh, I got something to tell you.

I fucking love you. I love you like a brother, you know.

You and Nicky are all I got.

You're all I fucking got.

And...

It's over.

You hear me?

You won't fucking see him no more.

It's done.

Anyway, now we can fucking live a new life and get the fuck outta here.

You can come stay with me.

Hope you could, uh...

Hope you could think about that, you know.

Uh...

You got family, man.

Just, uh...

come over later.

I'm here.

Because I don't speak,

people think that I don't got a voice inside.

But no, it's there, and it can get loud.

Are you ready?

- Let's fly. - Times when it's the loudest, like now,

is when everything is calm.

Build up the capes!

- Because somehow that voice inside knows... - One... two... three!

- Jump! Let's go! - ...there's a storm coming.

Nicky, look at me. Nicky, look at me!

Look at me. What did you do?

Nicky, what did you do?

Nicky, look at me. Look at me!

Look at me. Baby.

What did you do?

What are you fucking looking at?

What are you fucking looking at?

Fuck, man. What happened?

My phone.

My phone was in the car.

Fuck.

Forget it.

Hey, um...

you tell Jesse?

One other thing.

I need you to promise me, you and Jesse,

that you're gonna take care of my little one.

What are you saying, man?

No, no, no. I need you to do that.

You understand me?

I fucking promise.

Right.

Wonder where that train is going.

Far from here.

You ever been on a train, Jesse?

We going on a fucking train.

We gotta get him out of there.

Gotta fucking handle this shit.

Man, I... I feel stuck. Hate fucking feeling stuck.

I'm not leaving without him.

Hell yeah.

My nigga.

I love you, Jesse.

See, baby boy, you gotta be more like the Earth.

You spin silently, but shake real loud.

Or you can be more like the insects, you know,

'cause they carry their own weight.

Or you could be like the tree

and just dig your roots all deep inside the earth.

Or you could be like time.

See, 'cause time, time waits for nobody.

Hey, bro! I like your hat!

- You got him. - That's what you get!

You gotta be more like the moon, son.

You gotta know when to hide.

But now you can be like the sun.

Shine, baby.

Goodbye, my brother, you...

We'll see you in... in Venus.

Mama, what's wrong?

No, no!

No, no, no.

No, Jesse, no.

No, no, no!

No, no, no!

Jesse!

Jesse.

I'm...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Hey, I'ma roll with you.

I'm driving.

Sometimes you wish you had the right thing to say.

Or, in my case, anything.

Something nice about that water, huh?

Life's a lot like them waves, Jesse.

Sometimes we feeling like...

feeling like there ain't no rhyme or reason to this shit.

Can't nothing be further from the truth.

What happened to Calvin, man,

that shit ain't gonna go unanswered,

but you better believe it ain't gonna be answered by you.

Hey, look, man. Life got a way.

It do. It got a way of just...

figuring that shit out.

I know why you're here.

You take all the time in the world.

I'll be right here when you get ready.

I love you. Don't move.

Hey, little brother.

You ever heard of a thing called life?

L-I-F-E.

The "L" means life, the "E" means everlasting,

but there's two letters in the middle.

"If." If you watch yourself.

Pick one...

and your wish will come true.

One might take you to Venus.

That's my favorite.

Keep living, brother.

What's this?

Shiny rock.

Shiny rock? Okay.

Come on. Let's go dry our clothes.

All right. Drying clothes time.

Drying clothes time.

Today I'm gonna pray.

I'm gonna pray that God is looking out for me.

'Cause today...

things will be different.

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