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(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(ENGINE TURNS OFF) (MUSIC STOPS)

(CHATTER) (CHILDREN PLAYING)

(DOG BARKING)

Hey, my man, T., what's going on, dawg?

- What's up, what's up. - ...how you doing?

- What you need? - Can you help me out, man?

No, I can't do it, bro. You gotta keep it moving, bro.

- I can't do it right now, bro. - Come on, man. What you talking about.

Police out here, man. Keep it moving, bro.

- Ey, boy. - Step to the side, man.

- How you doing? - What's good with you?

I'm all right, man. I'm out here, handling business as usual.

Look, man, I don't mean no disrespect or nothing to you,

I'm just trying to see if I can get a little...

You can't get nothing, man. You know what time it is, bruh?

I keep looking out for you, man.

Just a little something, man?

All my something cost a little something, man.

If he ain't got it, get to stepping, nigga.

You know what time it is? I don't feel like repeating myself.

Hey, you know you my man, right, Juan?

- This nigga... (CHUCKLES) - (TERRENCE) Yo. You tripping, man.

See... see... see... see if you can do something here for me...

What the fuck I just told you, man? Let me get this shit!

Nigga, get the fuck out of here, man. Go on!

Oh, get that nigga, man.

- What's up, son? - What's good, baby.

- Yo, I'm just out here, you know. - (JUAN) Yeah.

Regular day. You know... you know...

It's in the cut. Everybody cleaned out if you need anything.

- Business good? - Yeah, it's good.

- I got something for you... - No, no, no. Hold onto that.

- Okay, all right. - Empty the register on the weekend.

All right, no problem, son.

How your mom feeling now?

Oh, she doing good. She doing excellent.

- Better? - She doing better. You know.

She's in my prayers, man.

Most naturally. Thank you.

Thanks for the opportunity. I'm out here.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

- (BOY) Get him! - (MAN) Get your ass right here.

- (BOY) Get him! - (BOY 2) Why you always running?

(BOY 3) Going around with that faggot ass, bro!

(BOYS CHATTERING)

- (MAN) Ain't gonna catch him! - (BOY) Kick his ass!

- (BOY 1) Catch his ass! - (BOY 2) Run, then, nigga!

(BOY 3) Come on, bro. Get his gay ass! Catch that faggot ass nigga.

(BOY 3) Come on, bro! Catch that nigga! Catch that nigga!

(DOG BARKING) (CHATTER CONTINUES)

(CHATTER CONTINUES)

(POUNDING)

(BOY 1) Go around the back.

(POUNDING STOPS)

(GLASS SHATTERS) (CLATTERING)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(BROKEN GLASS CRUNCHING)

(KNOCKING ON THE DOOR)

(KNOCKING ON THE DOOR)

(NAILS PULLING OUT)

(CLATTERING)

What you doing in here, li'l man?

Huh?

You don't talk to strangers?

All right . It's cool. (CHUCKLES)

We cool.

Listen...

I'm about to go get something to eat.

You're welcome to join me if you want.

It's okay if I take the front door?

Hmm?

(DISTANT SIREN)

Come on now.

Can't be no worse out here.

(SUPREME JUBILEES' "IT'LL ALL BE OVER" PLAYING)

(CHATTER)

You not gonna tell me what your name is? Hmm?

(CLEARS THROAT)

How about where you live?

I gotta get you home, li'l man.

Can't have you just running around these dope holes.

You understand?

Hmm?

(CHUCKLES) Hey, hey, hey, hey, my bad.

Oh, man, you know I ain't gonna do you like that.

Hey, man, I apologize, all right?

I'm just trying to get you to say something.

Hey...

I apologize.

Hmm?

(CHUCKLES)

All right.

♪♪

All right.

You all right now...

until my girl come get you, though.

She gonna make you talk.

(CHUCKLES)

(KEYS JINGLE)

I'll be right back.

- (JUAN) Teresa! - (TERESA) Hey, baby.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

- I found this little boy in a dope spot. - Found a little boy in a what?

Wasn't no crack heads up in there. He by himself.

He ain't talking though,

so why don't you see if you can get him to say something?

Really?

Just go talk to him. Just go talk to him.

I cannot believe you.

- Love you. - Why would you do something like this?

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(TERESA EXHALES SHARPLY)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

You don't talk much, but you damn sure can eat.

(LAUGHS)

That's all right, baby.

You ain't got to talk 'til you get good and ready.

My name is Chiron.

People call me Little.

All right then, Little.

Well, Imma call you by your name, then.

Where you from, Chiron?

Liberty City.

(TERESA) You live with your mama?

(CHIRON) Yes.

(TERESA) What about your daddy?

(JUAN) That's all right.

(TERESA) You want us to take you home, then,

after you get finished eating your food?

(JUAN) Yeah, you gotta tell us where you live, bruh.

No...

(TERESA) Okay.

You can stay here tonight.

Teresa...

Would you like that?

Okay.

♪♪

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(PAULA) What happened?

Huh?

What happened, Chiron?

Why you didn't come home like you supposed to? Huh?

And who is you?

Nobody.

I found him yesterday.

Found him in a hole on 15th.

Yeah. That one.

Some boys chased him in the cut. He's scared more than anything.

He wouldn't tell me where he lived 'til this morning.

(PAULA) Well, thanks for seeing to him.

He usually can take care of himself.

He good that way, but...

Little man.

You a real damn prize, Chiron. You know that?

You gotta come home when you meant to come home.

You hear?

That's all right, baby.

That's all right.

Mama just glad you're home.

Nuh-uh.

TV privileges revoked.

Find something for you to read.

(MOZART'S "LAUDATE DOMINUM" PLAYING THROUGHOUT)

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

(BOYS CHATTERING)

(TRAIN HORN BLARES)

- (BOY 1) Where the ball at? - (BOY 2) I don't got the ball no more!

(CHATTERING, LAUGHING)

(LAUGHTER)

(CHATTER)

(KEVIN) Hey, Little!

Wassup, man?

(CHIRON) Hey, Kevin.

Why'd you leave?

(CHIRON) I don't know.

(KEVIN) Yeah, it get boring after a while.

What? It's bleeding?

- (CHIRON) What? - You funny, man.

Why you say that?

(KEVIN) Just is, that's all.

Why do you always let people pick on you, man?

(CHIRON) What you mean?

You always letting them pick on you.

So? What I gotta do?

All you gotta do is show these niggas you ain't soft.

- But I ain't soft. - I know, I know.

But it don't mean nothing if they don't know.

Come on. You want these fools to pick on you every day?

(GRUNTING)

See, Little?

I knew you wasn't soft.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(ENGINE TURNS OFF)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(SURF LAPPING)

Come on, man.

(MUSIC PLAYING THROUGHOUT)

Give me your head.

Here, let your head rest in my hand. Relax.

I got you, I promise. I'm not gonna let you go.

Hey, man, I got you.

There you go. Ten seconds.

Feel that right there?

You're in the middle of the world, man.

That's good.

Do like this.

Look at you. (LAUGHS)

More athletic.

There you go... there you go.

Yeah. I think you ready.

I think we got a swimmer.

You wanna try? You ready to swim?

Go.

♪♪

Yeah, man! (LAUGHING)

Yeah!

(LAUGHING)

(MUSIC FADES)

(JUAN) Let me tell you something, man.

There are black people everywhere.

Remember that, okay?

No place you can go in the world ain't got no black people.

We's the first on this planet.

I been here a long time.

But I'm from Cuba.

Lot a black folks in Cuba,

you wouldn't know that from being here, though.

I was a wild li'l shorty, man, just like you.

Running around with no shoes on when the moon was out.

This one time...

I run by this old... this old lady.

I was running, hollering... cutting a fool, boy.

This old lady, she stopped me.

She said...

(CUBAN ACCENT) "Running around, catching up all that light.

In moonlight... black boys look blue.

You blue.

That's what I gonna call you.

"Blue."

So your name Blue?

(CHUCKLES)

Nah.

At some point you gotta decide for yourself who you gonna be.

Can't let nobody make that decision for you.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

How you like swimming, man?

Mm?

(LAUGHS) That much, huh?

Hey, hold up, hold up.

(GRUNTS WITH EFFORT)

Pick one.

Aah...

Ha, ha. Good choice.

Put it in your pocket.

(JUAN) Hey.

Yo, hold up. Whoa, whoa, hey...

(ARETHA FRANKLIN'S "ONE STEP AHEAD" PLAYING ON RADIO)

(PAULA) Come on.

What's going on, Little Man?

(PAULA) Come on!

(DOOR SLAMS)

(KIDS CHATTERING)

(THE PERFORMERS' "MINI SKIRT" PLAYING)

Man, y’all s the same as mine.

(BOY 1) At least mine don't look like Freddy Krueger.

(BOY 2) Yours ugly as hell.

(BOY 3) Mine don't look like no peanut.

Telling you, mine does not look like no peanut.

(BOY 1) Who let his ass in?

(ZIPPER ZIPS)

Somebody with you?

Man, I swear it was locked.

(ZIPPER ZIPS)

(ZIPPER ZIPS)

(MAN 1) Man, ain't no foul! Ain't no foul!

- (MAN 2) S'up?! - (MAN 1) Come on, man!

(MAN 3) You're dead, baby! Right in your face!

(MEN CHATTERING)

(MUFFLED CHATTER)

♪♪

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(MAN) It's what I paid for. It ain't what I bought.

(TERRENCE) Man, that's Grade A quality. What else you want me to do?

(MAN) Nigga, this shit look more like Grade C.

(TERRENCE) Man, look. I ain't going with that, man!

- (MAN) I want my money back. - (TERRENCE) What?! Ain't no refund, man.

Just stuff it, man. Keep moving. Come on.

Yo, what's up? All right.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Thought you was on vacation or some shit.

Come on, man, no vacation out here. I know the work, you know that.

Going to Switzerland or some shit.

Switzerland, man.

May be Brazil, you know, with two bad bitches.

How Peanut working out?

Peanut good, man. I got him in check.

- He's staying in his place, you know. - Good, man.

They basin'?

Hell no, you know I ain't gonna let that go down.

Yo, nigga, you letting people light up at the spot, now?

- Hell no. - The f...

Come on, you know I ain't gonna let that happen, man.

What the fuck, man?

♪♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(JUAN) Yo, nigga, What's up?

Hey, hey, hey, it's all good, man.

- Fuck you doing? - (MAN) It's all good, Juan.

(PAULA) ...fuck up.

- (MAN) It's all good... - (JUAN) Get out the fucking car!

- (MAN) Calm down, man. - (JUAN) You shut the fuck up.

What's wrong with you?

Who the hell you think you is? Huh?

Bitch, get the fuck out of here.

What, so you gonna raise my son now? Huh?

You gonna raise my son?

- Yeah... that's what I thought. - You gonna raise him?!

You gonna keep selling me rocks? Huh?

Motherfucker.

Don't give me that "You gotta get it from somewhere" shit, nigga.

I'm getting it from you.

But you gonna raise my son, though, right?

Hmm?

- You ever see the way he walk, Juan? - (JUAN) You watch your damn mouth.

You gonna tell him why the other boys kick his ass all the time? Huh?

You gonna tell him?

You ain't shit.

Come on! Let's go!

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(MUSIC PLAYING THROUGHOUT)

(JUAN) The fuck y'all looking at?

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(NO AUDIBLE VOICE)

♪♪

(MUSIC FADES)

(KNOCK ON THE DOOR)

(KNOCKING ON THE DOOR)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

(KNOCKING)

(JUAN) Hey, Teresa. Your boyfriend's here.

(TERESA) Boy.

You talking to me today?

Huh?

Okay. That's all right.

I don't wanna talk to you, anyway.

You know she got a crush on you, right?

(CHUCKLES)

You all right?

Mm?

You walk all the way here?

All right.

First things first. You can't sit at my table like that.

You can't sit with your back to the door, come on.

(CHAIR SLIDING)

How you gonna know if somebody creeping up on you.

All right, see that?

Now you can see everything.

What's over there?

Saw your mom last night.

I hate her.

Hmm.

Yeah, I bet you do.

I hated my mom, too.

I miss her like hell now, though.

That's all I'm gonna say about that.

Thank you.

What's a faggot?

A faggot is...

a word used to make gay people feel bad.

- Am I a faggot? - No.

No.

You can be gay, but you gotta let nobody call you no faggot.

I mean, unless...

How do I know?

You just do.

I think.

You'll know when you know.

Hey...

You ain't gotta know right now, all right?

Not yet.

Do you sell drugs?

Yeah.

And my mama...

She do drugs, right?

Yeah.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

♪♪

(MR. PIERCE) Okay, deoxyribonucleic acid.

Long word, right? All right, it's basically genes.

I know y'all don't know what that means, but just hang with me for a second.

So it's basically this long... (CLEARS THROAT)

Chiron, you need something?

(TERREL) Hey, yo, that nigga forgot to change his tampon.

(STUDENTS CHUCKLING)

I'm sorry, Mr. Pierce. He just having woman problems today.

Ain't that right, Little?

(MR. PIERCE) All right, Terrel, that's enough.

(TERREL) Nah, can't be enough for Little.

- How much you need, Little? - Don't call me that!

(MR.PIERCE) All right, Terrel, that's it.

Hey, what you gonna do, Chiron? I fuck you up.

(MR. PIERCE) Hey, yo, Terrel! Out!

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

(DOOR CLOSES)

(MUSIC PLAYING THROUGHOUT)

(MR. PIERCE) Where were we? So DNA, it's basically this long molecule...

(STUDENTS CHATTERING)

Imma be waiting for your ass, Little.

♪♪

Come on, Chiron.

(KEVIN) Chiron, what's up, man?

Damn, nigga. You straight spaced, dawg.

Yo, school been out. You ain't going home?

- Uh... What you doing here? - Detention, man.

Aimes caught me with this trick in the stairway.

- Damn. - Yeah.

- With who? - Damn, you nosey, nigga.

- My bad... - No, I'm playing, yo.

Look, I wanted some quick head, you know,

but this chick all like, "Hit that shit, Kevin. Hit it with that big dick."

Why she got to compliment a nigga for?

So I'm like, "All right, like, shit, we can do this", you know?

So I started banging her back out, dawg.

I'm talking I'm banging her back out.

She went and made all this fucking noise, though.

So Aimes come in, acting like 5-0 and shit,

almost had my ass suspended, dawg.

I talked it out, though, you know.

I told him we was like childhood sweethearts and all of that,

so I just got detention. It's cool.

- Cool. - That stay between us, all right?

- Yeah. - I know you can keep a secret, dawg.

Real talk though, I gotta go, all right? Before this fool change his mind.

All right, Kev.

See you, Black.

(STUDENTS CHATTERING)

(SILENCE)

(DOG BARKING) (INDISTINCT YELLING)

- Hey, Mama. - Uh-uh. You cannot be here tonight.

I got company coming.

Find somewhere for you to be.

Find somewhere for you to be.

All right.

Water for me... and a little gin for you.

(CHUCKLES) Boy, please.

I know Juan used to give you that gin.

But we ain't doing that up in here, shorty.

You don't think my joke was funny?

What's wrong?

Nothing. I'm good.

No. I've seen good and you ain't it.

Stop putting your head down in my house. You know my rule.

It's all love and all pride in this house.

You feel me?

(SCOFFS)

I can't hear you.

- Do you feel me? - Yeah.

- Okay. - I feel you.

All right.

(KNOCKING ON THE DOOR)

(CHIRON) Thank you for this.

Boy, please, you know you can stay here any time you need to.

Okay? Any time.

Yeah.

Thank you, Teresa. I mean it.

Now, if you gonna stay here, though,

you gonna have to learn how to make a bed better than this, boy.

- What? - What you mean, "What"?

Give me that. That ain't how you make up no bed.

You think you slick, too.

You know, do it all wrong so Teresa can come over here and do it right.

Mm-hmm.

I know what you doing. Oof, you and Juan.

Y'all two, thick as thieves. Give me that.

All right.

Do you need anything else from me, sweetheart?

- Uh, no, I'm good. - (TERESA) Okay.

All right, I'm gonna wake you up in the morning.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(QUIET SOUND OF WAVES LAPPING)

(WAVES SPLASHING)

(WOMAN MOANING)

(SEXUAL MOANING, GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING INTENSIFIES)

You good, Black?

(ORGASMIC GRUNTING, MOANING)

(GASPS)

(DOG BARKING) (PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(PAULA) Chiron!

- Hey! Hey, baby! - Hey, Mama.

- Where'd you go last night? - What?

Why?

Well, I'm yo' mama, ain't I?

Why you ain't just come home later, boy?

You had me worried about you.

I guess you getting grown.

I can't be keeping up with you all the time.

Anyway, baby, how Teresa doing?

I ain't seen her since the funeral.

Listen, Mama locked herself out the door, yeah?

Can you come let her in?

Come on, baby.

Let me in, baby.

Baby, come on.

(LOUD CHATTER)

(CLATTERING)

I thought you said...

Mama, I thought you...

Wait, Mama... Mama!

(DOOR SLAMS)

(DOOR SLAMS) (CLATTERING UPSTAIRS)

I need some money.

For what?

That's my business. Don't you ask me no shit like that.

- I don't have no money... - No, no. Don't lie to me, boy.

I'm your mama. That bitch over there ain't no kin of you.

I'm your blood, remember?

Now I ain't feeling good.

I need something to help me out.

Come on, baby.

Come on, baby.

Where am I supposed to get money from?

What? (LAUGHS)

Teresa ain't give you nothing, huh?

Your li'l play-play mama ain't put something in your hand?

Give me that damn money, Chiron.

Give me the damn money! Give me the damn money!

I don't have no money!

- Mama, come on... - Give me the damn money!

All right! All right!

Give me the damn money.

Here, man.

Yes. That is what I thought.

I know that bitch like a hooker know her trick.

You my child, okay?

And tell that bitch she better not forget it.

Go on to school.

Ain't you late?

(DOOR SLAMS)

So you can see how a lack of white blood cells

can be dangerous to the human body, right?

Okay, can anybody explain what will happen to the body

if there's not enough white blood cells?

Ain't nobody's leaving this classroom until I get a response.

This is more important for you than it is for me, trust me.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING) (DOG BARKING)

- (TERRELL HEY, YO, LITTLE! - (QUIETLY) Fuck.

Where you going to so fast, huh?

- I'm going home. - Huh?

Man, I told you. I'm going home!

You think we stupid? You live over there, nigga.

Oh, no, he going to Teresa house.

Teresa? That's Juan lady, ain't it?

Oh, yeah. She fine as hell.

- Juan been dead a minute, though. - You right.

Hell, she give free head? Or does she charge like Paula?

Hell, Paula getting cheap, though.

Talking like a rock can get your rock sucked!

- Nigga, what was that?! - Yo, what you doing, man?

(TERREL) Get off me, dawg.

Now I ain't with that gay shit,

but if you fuck with me, I'll give your ass more than you can handle,

have you running to your crack head-ass mama.

(LAUGHS) My nigga!

- Fuck y'all niggas! - What'd you say?! Huh?

Say that shit again, dog, I swear.

Whatever, man.

All right, you better stay your ass right there if you know what's good for you.

Yo, why your jeans so tight?

Yo, Pizzo, you see these nigga's jeans be?

(PIZZO) I see them shits. - Nigga nuts must be choking

in those shits, boy, I swear! (LAUGHTER)

- Real talk! - All right, night, Little.

See your ass later.

(LAUGHTER)

(MUSIC PLAYING THROUGHOUT)

(TRAIN BELL CLANGING)

(TRAIN RATTLING)

♪♪

(TRAIN ROARING)

♪♪

(PA ANNOUNCEMENT) Metro rail closing in 15 minutes.

♪♪

(MUSIC FADES)

(WAVES LAPPING) (CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(KEVIN) You was waiting for me?

(SCOFFS) Well, nice to see you too.

What you doing out here, man?

Nigga, what you doing out here?

This is my smoker habitat, nigga.

Oh, what, you smoke out here too?

Something like that.

Tsk... nah, you don't smoke.

Why you pretending?

Trying to put on a show for me, Black?

Why you always calling me that?

- What, Black? - Yeah, Black.

That's my nickname for you. You don't like it?

No, it's just...

What kind of dude goes around giving other dudes nicknames?

The kind of dude what just sat down

and is about to put you onto this blunt, nigga.

Yeah. You like the water?

Well, I can introduce you to some "fiyah."

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

Tsk, come on, nigga. It ain't gonna bite you.

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHING)

Oh, man...

Damn, I didn't know you smoked like that.

My moms leaves all types of shit around.

That breeze feel good as hell man.

Yeah, it do.

Sometimes round the way, where we live, you can catch that same breeze.

It just come through the hood

and it's like everything stop for a second...

'cause everyone just wanna feel it.

Everything just gets quiet, you know?

And it's like all you can hear is your own heartbeat.

Right?

Yeah...

Feel so good, man.

So good...

Hell, shit make you wanna cry, feel so good.

You cry?

Nah.

Makes me want to.

What you cry about?

Shit, I cry so much, sometimes I feel like Imma just turn into drops.

You just roll out into the water, right?

Roll out into the water like all these other motherfuckers around here

trying to drown they sorrows.

Why you say that?

I'm just listening to you, nigga.

Sound like something you wanna do.

I wanna do a lot of things that don't make sense.

I didn't say it don't make sense.

But tell me, like... like what?

Like what "lot of things"?

Damn, dog!

You nosey.

(LAUGHS)

Chiron cursing now, huh?

- You trying to get smart with me? - Whatever, man.

Nah, you trying to get smart with me, huh, Chiron?

Yeah, you trying to get smart with me, huh?

(SOFT WHIMPERING)

(SOFT GRUNTING)

(QUIET ORGASMIC GRUNTING)

(CHIRON) I'm sorry...

What you gotta be sorry for?

♪♪

You ain't never done nothing like that before, huh?

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Thanks for the ride, man.

No problem, Black.

I'll see you around.

Yeah...

See you around.

(DOG BARKING)

(CAR STARTS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Come here, baby.

Come here.

You don't love me no more...

Hmm?

You don't love me no more...

You're my only.

I'm your only.

You're my only...

(STUDENTS CHATTERING)

- Yo, what's up, Kev? - Terrel, what's up man?

(TERREL) Hey, you know a nigga don't see school no more.

(KEVIN) Yo, I hear you, man.

Now the lunch used to be the shit, though.

Nah, the food wasn't never good.

Man, I ain't talking 'bout the food.

But that Friday pizza was the shit.

Yeah, I feel you, all right.

Nah, but you remember in middle school, that game we used to play?

"Knock down/stay down"?

Yeah, yo, my crazy ass was the king of that shit.

Yeah, I remember. Yo!

You remember that white kid you fucked up?

Cuban cat, right? Mauricio or something?

Oh, yeah! Yo, you fucked that kid's face up!

We was calling you Tyson after that shit.

Yeah.

Yo, but, uh...

niggas don't do that shit no more.

I mean... you know...

What you saying?

I'm saying is, if I point a nigga out...

is you gonna knock his ass down?

(STUDENTS LAUGHING IN BACKGROUND)

That's the game, ain't it?

You dare me to swing on him and if I do, it's on you.

All right . All right, Kev.

Let me see who ass getting dropped today.

Don't be drinking none of this gummy juice. Shit'll kill you.

(MUSIC PLAYING THROUGHOUT)

(BOOK FALLS)

Yo, Kev.

Hit that nigga.

Hit that nigga, Kev.

Yeah, hit his faggot ass!

- The fuck you waiting on? - Do it! Come on.

(TERREL) Let's go.

(HEAVY BLOW LANDS)

(LAUGHS) How you like that, Chiron?

(STUDENTS CHATTERING)

(TERELL) Yo, I think he want another one.

- (PIZZO) Another one. Do it. - (TERREL) Give it to him.

(HEAVY BLOW LANDS)

- (PIZZO) Don't you get up, bruh. - You stay down!

(TERREL) Yeah, if he get up, knock his faggot ass back down.

- Chiron, stay down! - (TERREL) He got up.

♪♪

- (GRUNTS) Come on, man. - (TERREL) Stay down.

Do it again.

- Do it! - (PIZZO) Do it! Move!

(HEAVY BLOW FALLS)

(BLOWS LANDING)

(FIGHT SOUNDS INAUDIBLE OVER MUSIC)

(MUSIC FADES)

(WILLIAMS) Listen, son...

If you don't press charges,

I can't stop this from happening. Understand?

You don't even know.

- Oh, I don't? - Nuh-uh.

You think all this just started, boy?

- I ain't no boy. - The hell you ain't.

If you were a man,

there would be four other knuckleheads sitting right next to you.

(CRYING)

(SOBBING) You don't even know.

(WILLIAMS) Listen, son, listen.

Listen.

I'm not blaming you... I'm not.

(VOICE FADING) I know it's hard.

Believe me.

I'm not trying to disrespect your struggle.

I just need you to know...

(INAUDIBLE)

♪♪

(DOOR SLAMS)

(MUSIC INTENSIFYING)

(MR. PIERCE) All right, all right. Stay focused.

Hey... Hey, Chiron!

(WEAK GASPING)

(WOOD SPLINTERING)

Get the fuck off me, nigga!

(STUDENTS CLAMORING)

Get the fuck off me!

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

♪♪

(CAR DOORS CLOSE) (CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(MUSIC FADES)

♪♪

(YELLING) Don't look at me!

(GASPING)

(GOODIE MOB'S "CELL THERAPY" PLAYING)

- Hello, homie. - Yo, what's good with you, B?

Vibing, vibing?

- What's good? - You vibin'?

- I'm trying to. - Trying to?

So where the hos at?

Nigga, you smiling and shit like you don't know what the fuck I'm talking about.

Where the hos at, nigga?

I don't know. You tell me.

There's this bitch that stay down the corner.

What's her name?

- Afrodesia. - You making it up.

- (LAUGHING) - I don't believe you.

I ain't never seen you with no bitch, I don't believe you.

- Her name Afrodesia. - Her name Afrodesia? Where she at?

- She only come out at night. - Okay.

- Yeah. - Okay.

♪♪

(ERYKAH BADU'S "TYRONE" PLAYING, DISTORTED)

(PREZ P AND TRAVIE BOWE'S "PLAY THAT FUNK" PLAYING)

You short, Travis.

- Wait, what? - Where the rest of the roll?

It's all there.

I mean, you might could think I'm trouble, when I handed it to you it was all there.

It's all right. If it's all there, then count that shit then, Trav.

Count it, if it's all there.

♪♪

(CHIRON) Move, you're in my spot.

Move.

Give me my fucking money, man.

You saying I'm a liar?

All right.

I ain't say that.

I told you to count what's off and you said it wasn't.

That's you calling me a liar.

Nah, all I did was tell you that...

You... you did what?

Nah, I'm just fucking with you.

Huh?

Count good. (SNIFFS)

Did real good. Here.

Can't be on the corner if you can't take a nigga just fucking with you,

- you feel me? - Yeah.

(PHONE RINGING)

♪♪

(PAULA, ON PHONE) Chiron, this your mama.

I know it's late, but I...

I figured you ain't never been one much for sleep.

Atlanta ain't but so big.

It seems to me you come see your mama from time to time.

Hope you getting some rest, baby.

Hope you come by soon.

(PHONE RINGING)

Ma, it's late. I'll be there tomorrow, I promise.

(KEVIN, ON PHONE) Hello?

Hey, Black... I mean, uh, Chiron.

What's up, man? This, uh... this Kevin.

You there?

Yeah.

Long time, no see, right?

Man, I had to ask Teresa for your number, and...

Hold up, man. You... you do remember me, right?

Yeah, I do.

Been a while.

(KEVIN) Yeah. Yeah, it has, man.

So, uh, where you at now, man?

Georgia. Atlanta.

- I've been up here ever since... - Yeah. Yeah, man, that's what I heard.

Yeah.

- (MUSIC PLAYING) - (RESTAURANT NOISE)

Hey, man, I'm sorry about all that...

All that... shit. What went down... Chiron.

Real shit, dawg, I am.

(RESTAURANT SOUNDS)

So, uh...

what you doing up there, man?

Not much. Just...

just trouble.

(CHUCKLING SOFTLY)

Chiron and trouble always found a way.

Yeah... something like that.

- (STAMMERING) What about you? - Me?

I'm a cook, man.

(CHUCKLING)

Y... y... you a cook?

Yeah, buddy.

Man, I got sent up for some stupid shit,

the same stupid shit we always get sent up for.

They put me on the kitchen line, man, and... kinda took to it.

Anyway, man, I just... I just thought about you, man, I...

We got this jukebox in here and, uh... folks come by and play they songs,

that's the music we get in here, and it's...

This dude, man...

Just reminded me of you.

So, uh...

Hey, man, if you ever come to town, man, you come holla at me.

I'll cook you something.

Maybe... Maybe play that song for you.

All right, man, um... You be easy, all right?

(CALL DISCONNECTS)

(SIGHS)

♪♪

(MUSIC FADES)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(PAULA) How you been?

(CHIRON) I'm all right. I ain't sleeping.

Why not?

- Right. If you knew, you'd... - Bad dreaming.

Still?

You ever thought about talking about it with somebody?

Maybe not even a counsellor, maybe somebody like your mama?

(BIRD CALLING)

Yeah...

Yeah, it sound funny to me too.

You talk to Teresa?

- Yeah. - Mm.

How she doing?

Good.

"Good."

When you go home, Ma?

Home?

This is home. You know...

I mean, they allowing me to stay and work as long as I like. I figure...

Might as well help other folks.

Keep myself out of trouble.

- That's good, Mama. - (PAULA) Yeah.

Yeah, I think it is too. I really do.

So, you still in them streets?

Didn't come all the way the hell to Georgia

to have you falling in the same shit, Chiron.

- Imma go. Imma go... - No, no, no, no, you gonna listen!

To who, Ma? Huh?

To you? Really, though?

Please...

please.

I messed up.

I fucked it all the way up.

I know that.

But yo' heart ain't gotta be black like mine, baby.

I love you, Chiron.

I do.

I love you, baby.

I mean, you ain't gotta love me.

Lord knows I did not have love for you when you needed it, I know that.

So you ain't gotta love me.

But you gonna know that I love you.

You hear?

You hear me, Chiron?

I hear you, Mama.

(LIGHTER FLICKING)

(CHIRON) Here.

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

I'm sorry, baby.

I'm so sorry.

(CHIRON) Come here, Mama.

(CAETANO VELOSO'S "CUCURRUCUCÚ PALOMA" PLAYING)

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

(SONG FADES)

(JIDENNA FT. ROMAN GIANARTHUR'S "CLASSIC MAN" PLAYING, DISTORTED)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(ARETHA FRANKLIN'S "ONE STEP AHEAD" PLAYING ON JUKEBOX)

Be right with you.

(KEVIN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(KEVIN) How y'all doing?

Good? All right. I'll take these.

I'll be right back with your check.

♪♪

Be right with you, boss, just let me get this out the way.

All right...

All right, man, how you doing tonight?

What can I get you...

Chiron?

(LAUGHING) Damn man, why you ain't say nothing?

'Sup, Kev?

Damn, man, what... What you doing down here?

I mean...

Hey! Hey...

You here now, man, that's all that matter.

There you go with that damn nodding again, man.

You ain't... you ain't changed one damn bit.

You still can't say more than three words at a time, huh?

Said you was gonna cook for me. I know how to say that.

Yeah, I did say that, didn't I?

Don't look like your ass been missing no meals.

(LAUGHING) Yeah.

But I got you, man. Sit down.

Sit down, man. What you want?

You can order off the menu if you want to, or...

Hey... I could just hit you with that chef's special.

Yeah.

We here, Chiron.

♪♪

One chef's special... coming right up.

♪♪

(MUSIC FADES)

(KEVIN) Chef's special.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, so you Cuban now?

Only in the kitchen, papi.

Yo, sit down, man, or are you gonna eat standing up?

(KEVIN) You want a drink?

Nah, I don't drink.

Nigga, I ain't seen you in like a decade.

You gonna drink with me.

Boom.

Nah, bruh, nah, bruh... What you doing, man?

(LAUGHING)

Welcome back, bruh.

(MUMBLES)

Damn, brother, I thought you said you didn't drink.

Can't really taste it, so I don't mess with it.

- I saw that. I saw that. - What? What?

You don't wanna waste none of that, do you? It tastes good.

Chill out, man. It's straight, bruh.

- Say what? - It's straight.

"It's straight."

Man, please, it's better than Chef Boyardee, ain't it?

Chill out, bruh. My Spaghetti-O's go hard, man.

(LAUGHING)

Hey, eat your dinner, man.

Eat your dinner.

Got it, Mr. George? I'll be back.

(THE EDGE OF DAYBREAK'S "OUR LOVE" PLAYING ON JUKEBOX)

Hey, man, you... you remember Samantha?

Fine-ass Samantha.

Yeah, I remember her.

Yeah?

Check this out.

Kevin Jr.

Me and Samantha, man.

We had him young. Shit, too young.

Man, when I got locked up, man, that shit was hard.

Wasn't no way I could go back the streets, man. Not after this.

- Y'all still down? - Me and Sam?

Nah. I mean, we... we cool.

We gotta be, you know, 'cause of li'l man, but...

Nah, not like that, man.

But what about you, bruh?

What about me?

Nigga... tell me something.

I mean, what you doing?

Who you doing?

Man, come on now. I've been back there in that kitchen, man,

and cooked for your ass and everything, man.

Hey, these grandma rules, man. You know the deal.

Your ass eat, your ass speak.

All right... straight up?

Yeah, nigga, straight up.

I'm trapping.

- What? - Yeah.

When they sent me to Atlanta,

put me straight into juvie for beating the old boy.

Met this dude in there.

When I come out, he put me on the block.

Did good at it and rose up.

It is what it is.

Bullshit, man.

That ain't what it is.

That ain't you, Chiron.

Nigga, you don't know me.

I don't know you?

(BELL DINGS)

There you are.

Twenty-four fifty. Want the change?

- All right. - Bye.

(REGISTER BEEPS)

Why you got them damn fronts, man?

(SOFT SOUND OF WAVES)

(SURF SOUND FADES)

(CONTENTED SIGH)

Why'd you call me?

What?

Why did you call me?

I told you, man.

- Dude came in... - Yeah, yeah, yeah...

He played this song, man...

(CHANGE CLINKING)

(BARBARA LEWIS' "HELLO STRANGER" PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS) (REGISTER BEEPS)

- (KEYS JINGLING) - (HORN HONKING)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

This you?

You wasn't playing 'bout them traps, huh?

(ENGINE ROARS)

("CLASSIC MAN" RESUMES)

Ride dirty, huh?

(CHIRON) Something like that.

So, how you be getting to work?

(KEVIN) Bus. Jitney.

Sometimes Samantha shoot me out there when I got Li'l Kev.

I can't picture being in Miami with no car.

- Man, it's real out here. - (CHIRON) Yeah, I bet.

Real hot, real slow, and real busted.

Shot me like a duck out here, man.

This nigga said "a duck." (LAUGHING)

- Yeah, you on one. You on one. - You know what I'm doing.

Nah, I'm just tired, bruh.

Hey, man, bet on the ride, though.

- Yeah. - Appreciate it.

Yeah, man.

Can't have yo ass on no Jitney.

(LAUGHS)

♪♪

So, Chiron...

What... what you looking at me like that for?

What, man? Come on, you just drove down here?

Yeah.

Like you was just... you was just on one... and you hit the highway?

♪♪

Yeah.

So where you gonna stay tonight, man?

(MUSIC VOLUME INCREASES)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(SURF LAPPING)

♪♪

- (KEVIN) Watch that shit. - (CHIRON) I got you.

- This the spot. - (KEVIN) What?

Come on in. Get yourself at home.

- This is real, man. - I'm just... get out of this real quick.

You all right?

No. Yeah, no, I just got a little headache.

Man, you a lightweight.

Nah, you was pouring that mug. You was pouring it.

- "I can't taste this". - Chill out, man.

We had like three bottles.

Yeah, three bottles. I'll make you some green tea, man, come on.

I won't be drinking that shit either, man.

- What do you drink? - Water.

(FAUCET RUNNING)

(FAUCET RUNNING)

Who is you, man?

Who, me?

Yeah, nigga. You.

I'm saying, man, them fronts. That car.

Who is you, Chiron?

I'm me, man. I ain't trying to be nothing else.

Oh, okay. So you hard now?

I ain't say that.

Well, then what?

Hey, hey, hey, I ain't trying to hem you up, man, it's just...

I ain't seen you in a minute and...

It's not what I expected.

Well, what did you expect?

You remember...

You remember the last time I saw you?

For a long time, tried not to remember.

Tried to forget all those times.

Yeah.

When we got to Atlanta... I started over.

Built myself from the ground up. Built myself hard.

What about you? You...

Me?

I wasn't never really worth shit.

Just kept on, man.

Never really did anything I actually wanted to do.

It was all I could do was to do what folks thought I should be doing.

I wasn't never really myself.

And now?

Now?

Now, man...

Now I got li'l Kev.

Got this job.

Another 18 months of probation.

That's some real shit, man.

Nah, man, it's a life. You know?

I ain't never had that before. Like...

Like, I'm tired as hell right now, man,

and I ain't making no more than shoe money, but...

(SIGHS) I ain't got no worries, man.

Not them kind what I had before.

That's that real shit.

That's that Bob Marley shit, nigga.

(LAUGHS)

You the only man that's ever touched me.

You're the only one.

I haven't really touched anyone since.

♪

(WAVES LAPPING)

♪♪

(SOUND FADES)

♪♪

(MUSIC FADES)