* Them niggas around the corner tripped out, man. Where my` fuck that, man! Where's my strap? Fuck that shit, man! Come on. Let's go. I'll take my car. (CAR BEEPS) (ENGINE REVS) Oh, fuck that. We finna let these niggas have it. Just pull up, just pull up. Get your shit ready, nigga. (GUN COCKS) Damn! These niggas right here? Yep, that's my niggas right there. All right, hold up. Here we go. Get ready, get ready. (TYRES SCREECH) Get out, nigga! What's up, punk?! (MACHINE GUN FIRES) (CROWD SCREAMING) (GUNSHOTS CONTINUE) (CROWD CLAMOURS) (ENGINES REV) DISPATCHER: 12 Adam, 63. Officer needs assistance. Possible 187 at corner of Crenshaw and Century. They shot my brother! They shot my brother! (HELICOPTER BUZZES) (POLICE SIREN WHOOPS) (PLANE ENGINE ROARS) (DOGS BARK) What up, Tre? You do your homework? What homework? Nah, for real. Yeah, I did it. Can I copy it? Hell no. Too bad. You should've done it. Did y'all hear the shooting last night? Yeah, I heard it. I got under my bed. Man, you a scaredy-cat. My mama say, 'A bullet don't have no name on it.' I ain't afraid to get shot. Both my brothers been shot and they still alive. They lucky. Y'all want to see something? What? I ain't saying what. Want to see it or not? (GUNSHOT NOISES) (DOGS BARK IN DISTANCE) (CAR HORNS HONK) (MELANCHOLIC STRING MUSIC) (GLASS CLATTERS) Is that blood? What happened? What do you think? Somebody got smoked. Look at the hole in the wall, stupid. Least I can tell my times tables. Look! Why is the blood turning yellow? That's what happens when it separates from the plasma. So that's how the settlers survived that long hard winter that took so many of their lives, is by eating all those special foods that were given to them, like the turkey and the squash, and all the foods that we think of as our traditional holiday meal. And that's why we celebrate Thanksgiving ` in order to commemorate the unity between the Indians ` excuse me, the Native Americans, and the early English settlers, who were called... Class? ALL: Pilgrims. That's right, the Pilgrims. Very good. The penguins! (CLASS LAUGHS) Who said that? Mr Styles. That's me. How is it you always have something funny to say? Because I'm a comedian. (CLASS LAUGHS) Would you like to come up and teach the class? CLASS: Ooh! Yeah, I can do that. Very well. Come on up. Instruct us. And what will be the basis of your lecture? What? What are you going to talk about? I'd tell you if you let me talk. Shoot. (CLASS LAUGHS) Shh. OK. All right, does anybody know what the name of this place is? That's Africa. I know that. That's right. That's Africa. But did you know that Africa is the place where the body of the first man was found? My daddy says that makes it the place where all people originated from. That means everybody's really from Africa. Everybody. All y'all. Everybody. I ain't from Africa. I'm from Crenshaw Mafia! (CLASS LAUGHS) Like it or not, you from Africa. I ain't from Africa. You from Africa. You African booty-scratcher! (CLASS LAUGHS) Quiet. Punk, I'll kick your ass. OK, boys. That's enough. Count to 10 and be quiet. I'll get my brother to shoot you! Get your punk ass brother, bitch! I'll get my daddy. Least I got one, motherfucker. Tre, that's enough. I ain't your bitch. Ain't nobody's bitch, bitch! Bobby, are you listening to me? Sit down, now! That's enough! (CLASS EXCLAIMS) As I was saying, he's highly intelligent. He has an enormous vocabulary. It's just that... Yes, go on. It's just that he has a very bad temper. (GROUP EXCLAIMS) It makes it extremely difficult for him to interact with the other children. Perhaps I could recommend therapy or a child psychologist. No, thank you. We can manage just fine. Is there some problem in the home? Are you employed? That's really none of your business, but since you asked, I am employed, and I'm studying to receive my master's degree. Then you are educated. Listen! Are we gonna talk about me or my son? I'm sorry. Well, we'll be happy to see Tre back in class on Tuesday. His suspension was only for three days, you know. No. I don't think you'll be seeing Tre again. And why is that, may I ask? Because Tre is going to live with his father. His father? Yes, his father. Or did you think we made babies by ourselves? You tell her to go jump in the lake, Mama? What was our agreement? What did we put down in writing? 'I, Tre Styles, being of sound mind and body, agree not to get into any disputes, 'whether physical or verbal, for the rest of the school year. If I do not conform to this agreement, 'I will go to live with my father, Mr Furious Styles. Signed`' Oh, now, who wrote this? 'Tre Styles.' You have to work on your handwriting. (DOWNBEAT STRING MUSIC) Bean pies, bean pies. World-famous bean pies. Like a bean pie, mister? I just don't want to see you end up dead, or in jail. A drunk, standing in front of one of these liquor stores. Can you understand that? Look at me. I'm serious. I love you. You're my only son. (HORN HONKS) (CHILDREN TALK INDISTINCTLY) How you doing? I'm fine. How about yourself? I'm living. That's enough for me. Well, here he is. What's the matter? You can't say hi? Hi, Daddy. Go ahead, talk to your friends. What's up, Tre? What's up, Doughboy? Well, there goes your son. You wanted him, you got him. Why you trying to make this so easy? Well, it's like you told me ` I can't teach him how to be a man. That's your job. So it ain't no weekly thing no more, huh? You staying for good? Chris, you know Tre, right? Remember that time we were playing ball out there? Yeah, I remember you. You the one who collects all those comic books. You living here now? Thank you, Reva. Furious... Take care of my baby. He is my baby too. You still collect comic books? Why this fool got more comics than a motherfucker? Tre, come here. Watch my stuff. What up, Tre? What's up, Rick? Well, it looks like you got all your friends over here. When you coming to pick me up? Listen, this is just a temporary thing. When I get out of school, I'll get a better job, a better place to stay. Maybe a house? Then you can come back, and things will be better. OK? OK, Mom. OK. Can I have a kiss? Love you, love you. Me too. Bye, Mommy. Doughboy, staying out of trouble? Troubles? I ain't got no troubles. You got some troubles? Got some lawn trouble. Why don't y'all rake these leaves up for me? How much? I'll give you $5 for the whole lawn with not one leaf on it. $5. Man, that ain't shit. I can make more than that doing nothing. Oh, yeah? Doing what? He works for his uncle. Oh, well, that's too bad. I guess I just have to get my son to do it for me. Do what? I want you to rake up these leaves off the lawn. Hey, boy, don't look at me funny if I ask you to do something. Here. Take this. There's two trash bags right there on the ground. See y'all later. (EXHALES) Damn, your daddy mean. He's worse than the bogeyman himself. Gotta do all these leaves. Who do he think you is, Kunta Kinte? Later, Tre. Later. What you mean, a bogeyman? There ain't no such thing as no bogeyman. Shut up, fool! Yeah, there is. If there is, I'll bet you Hulk could whip his ass. Yeah, later. (WISTFUL SYNTH MUSIC) (GROANS) All right, Tre. I gotta lay down the rules of the house. It's the same thing as weekends, you remember? All right, then what are they? Clean the bathroom sink, floor and tub. I gotta clean that tub? Yeah. Clean my room and water the lawn. Dad, can I ask you something? Mm-hmm. What do you have to do around here? I don't have to do nothing around here except for pay the bills, put food on the table and put clothes on your back, you understand? Glad I don't have to pay no bills. You know, Tre, you may think I'm being hard on you right now, but I'm not. What I'm doing is I'm trying to teach you how to be responsible. Like, your little friends across the street, they don't have anybody to show them how to do that. They don't. You gonna see how they end up too. I'm glad you're here, Tre. You're a prince, you know that? Yeah. You're the prince, I'm the king. Right now, the king says it's time for the prince to go to bed. So get yourself together. I'll see you in the morning, OK? (FAUCET DRIPS) (SAXOPHONE MUSIC) (DRIPPING CONTINUES, SLOWS) (SAXOPHONE MUSIC INTENSIFIES) (MUSIC INTENSIFIES FURTHER) (GUN RATTLES, CLICKS) (GUNSHOTS) (GASPS) Aw, shit! (MUSIC RESUMES) (PANTS) (DOGS BARK IN DISTANCE) Somebody must've been praying for that fool. I swear I aimed right for his head. Should've blew it off. Don't say that. Don't say that. Just would've been contributing to killing another brother. (SIREN BLARES IN DISTANCE) Man, where are these fools? We've been waiting out here for almost an hour, you know that? (SIREN WHOOPS) (DOG BARKS) (INDISTINGUISHABLE RADIO CHATTER) Hi. We got a call of a burglary here. Yeah, that was about an hour ago. Whoa. We didn't ask you that. Yeah, well, I told you. Besides, I don't like having my son out here in the cold. Just tell me what happened, sir. Somebody broke into the house. I fired at him with my piece, and he ran away. So you didn't get him? Well, if I got him, he'd be laid out here in front of you, right? Is there anything missing? No. Good. No need to make out a report. RADIO: 12 Adam, 65. We've got a 415 on Florence between Vermont and Normandie. You know, it's too bad you didn't get him. Be one less nigger out in the streets we have to worry about. Hey, little man, how you doing? Go on in the house, Tre. Go on. (RADIO CHATTER) Something wrong? Something wrong? Yeah. It's just too bad you don't know what it is,... brother. (RADIO CHATTER) * BOY: Ice cream man! Wait up! (CHILDREN CLAMOUR) ICE CREAM MAN: All right. What y'all want? What's up, Tre? What's up? (UPBEAT FUNK MUSIC PLAYS) You ain't shit. You just like your daddy. You don't do shit and you never gonna amount to shit. All you ever do around here is eat, sleep and shit. Look at this place. Way y'all act, y'all must think I'm the maid. Is that it? I gotta go. Hell, no, it ain't it! It ain't it till I say it's it, damn it! Where's my cigarette? MOCKINGLY: 'Is that it?' Boy, don't get smart with me, cos I'll knock your ass in the middle of next week. And where you going anyway, you little fat fuck? You ain't got a job. Who's that little fucker on my porch? (DOOR CLANGS) Oh, you're Furious' little boy, huh? Boy, you look more and more like your daddy every day. So tell me something ` how come your dad don't come over here and play cards with us no more? I don't know. I know he don't think he's better than the rest of us. Must be too busy shooting at people. I heard what happened over there the other night. He still got that same girlfriend? Excuse me, Mama. Man, why do you always play football? Because that's what I want to do. That's right. Yo, I heard Furious shot at somebody last night. He get him? Nah. Who's that? That's my lady, homie. Her name's Brandi. She ain't your woman. She's my woman. How could she be your woman when she my lady? She's my wife. She may be your wife, but I stick my ding-a-ling in her every night, so that makes her mine. Get your fat ass in here and quit looking at them nappy-headed boys! Punk! Faggot! Get off me with your big 4-by-4 head! Get off! Get off! Man, forget that girl. Come on, let's go see Chris. Where's my ball? Man, don't bring that ball. I can't stay long, cos me and my daddy going fishing. Man, we ain't gonna stay long. Where's he live? He don't live far. (TRAIN HORN BLARES) Rick, why do you have to bring that ball? I ain't saying nothing if it get took. Y'all want to see a dead body? Yeah. Tre's daddy blasted at somebody last night. Really? What kind of gun your daddy got? I think it's a 357 Magnum. Really? I got a deuce-deuce. My brother gave it to me before he went in to county jail. I got it under my bed. Want to see? It's loaded too. (HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYS) It's up in here. (TRAIN HORN BLARES) Damn! It smells like a dog died. Looking like Freddy Krueger got him. He stink. That's how they smell after a while. I wonder why it take them people so long to pick him up. MAN IN BACKGROUND: Yo, man, I ain't going up in there. Oh, man. Damn, it's stinky in this motherfucker! Hey, throw the ball. You throw that ball, you ain't gonna see it again. Man, don't you know this is a dead body? Yeah, motherfucker. I know that shit! He ain't bothering you, so don't fuck with him! Yo, throw the ball, little man. I ain't gonna take it. Little Chris, tell this fool I ain't gonna take his ball. I got enough money to buy me a hundred balls. Shit! Man, I told you not to bring that ball. Thanks, cuz. Yo, dog. Throw the ball. Shit. All right, let's start the game, man. (TRAIN HORN BLARES) Man, you stupid! Don't have no sense. Told you not to bring that ball. Wait till I tell Mama. Man, shut up. I don't care. Tell Mama. Y'all leaving? Hell, no. Hey, give me my brother's ball back! No, no! Come on, man! No, no, don't say nothing. No, they're just playing. You're gonna lose, man. Hey, man. Give me my brother's ball back! What'd you say, fat boy? I said, 'give me my brother's ball back`' Before what? What your fat ass gonna do? Yo, Rock! Give the little nigga the ball back. Stupid motherfucker! (GRUNTS) I was gonna give it to you, too. (TRAIN HORN BLARES) (HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYS) (GROANS) Man! Hey, man, I got a football. I never use it myself. I'll give it to you when we get home. Man, he ain't gonna want it. His daddy gave him that ball. Wish I could kill that motherfucker. Yo, Rock, give me the ball. Give me the fucking ball! Hey! Hey, little man! Catch! Man, you sorry. I'm going to the store. What you gonna get? You ain't got no money. I'm going anyway. Oh, well, I'd just finished work, was heading back out there, cos I left my gloves. Just turned round and, um, went straight-first into another car. They said that if I hadn't been wearing the seatbelt` That was the only thing that stopped me from going through the windshield. We are tattooing around one of George's scars from his crash that happened last year. You might be confident that you're not gonna crash and you don't need your seatbelt, but you go around the corner, and then someone's on your side of the road, heading straight at you, and then that's when you're gonna wish * FURIOUS: So tell me ` you a leader or a follower? TRE: I'm a leader. OK, then. What's the three rules? Break it down for me. And, hey, think before you answer. I got it! Always look a person in the eye. You do that, they respect you better. Two was to never be afraid to ask you for anything. Stealing isn't necessary. And the last one, I think, was... to never respect anybody who doesn't respect you back. That right? Yeah. Yeah, you got it. What do you know about sex? I know a little bit. Oh, yeah? What little bit is that? I know I take a girl, stick my thing in her, and nine months later, a baby comes out. You think that's it? Basically, yeah. Well, remember this ` anyone fool with a dick can make a baby, but only a real man can raise his children. I wasn't but 17 when your mother was pregnant with you. All of my friends was dropping out of high school, hanging out on corners in front of liquor stores, getting drunk, getting high. Some of them was robbing people. Some of them was even killing people. Hey, you remember my friend Marcus? Yeah, he got into robbing people. Wanted me to come along and join him, but I was like, 'Nah, man. I'm getting ready to have a son.' I knew you was gonna be a boy. I wanted to be somebody you could look up to. So... I guess that's why I went to Vietnam. Don't ever go in the Army, Tre. Black man ain't got no place in the Army. Damn! (BOTH LAUGH) Why'd you get it all over me? Don't do that no more, that's nasty. What? Oh, wait a minute! Oh, listen to this song! I love this song! # Things are gonna get easier. # Ooh, child. Things'll get brighter. (HUMS MELODY) # Ooh, child. # Things are gonna get easier. Oh, damn! # Ooh, child. Things'll get brighter. BOY: Oh, man. Looks like they going to juvie. No, man. They going to the gates. Yo, man, what happened? They were stealing. # Someday, we'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun. # Someday when the world is much brighter. # Ooh, child. # Things are gonna be easier. # Ooh, child. Things'll be brighter # Ooh, child. # Things are gonna be easier. # Ooh, child. Things'll be brighter # Someday, we'll put it together and we'll get it undone. # Someday. Come on, Tre. # Someday. Let's go, son. # We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun. (SIREN BLARES) # Someday when the world is much brighter. # (ENERGETIC HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYS) Come here, Rick. Come on, man. Come here, man. Look at all these people back here. (GRUNTS) There you go! Want to learn how to barbecue? Huh? Ricky, you're not watching this meat, baby. You just standing here, poking at it. You gotta flip it over. Come on. Give him to me, Ricky. Nah, Shanice. I got him. Go on back and talk to your friends over there. I got him. He's wet. That's why he's crying. He ain't wet. Now, go on back over there. OK. Listen, listen. I'm sorry. Come here. Come here. Uh huh. See? That's how y'all got that one. Ricky, you make sure she taking them pills. You hear me? Cos I don't want a stack of these running around. Cos I'm gonna be the one taking care of them. (BABY SCREAMS) Give him here. I'll put him to bed. Come on. Come to Granny. Go on to Grandma. It's all right. All right. OK, shut up, come on. And flip that meat over. I'm winning. Domino, motherfuckers. What you say about that? (DOMINOES CLATTER) Fool, that ain't shit. I beat your ass three times already. That's just one time, nigga. Let's play again. Fuck that. I don't want to play no more. Let's bust some spades. Yeah, I'm with that, gang. Bust some spades? Cool. Know how to play spades, Dook? Something like that. I have something for you to suck on. Here, cut that, G. I want one of them hootchies over there. Dooky, you full of shit. No bitch gonna give your ugly ass no pussy. I bet I get more pussy than you. Yeah. Heard you been getting that dopehead pussy. See, me? I get more pussy than you probably ever get with your wannabe mack-daddy ass` Wannabe mack` Who you calling 'wannabe mack daddy'? You, nigga! No-pussy-getting motherfucker! Fucking them dopeheads, you stupid-ass nigga. Look, you don't know what I've been getting. Don't be fucking no dopeheads. I might let them suck my dick, but I don't be fucking them. They got AIDS and shit. Stupid motherfucker. Don't you know you can catch that shit from letting them suck on your dick too? Thank you. But, see, I ain't sick. I ain't all skinny and shit. Nigga, what you mean, you ain't skinny? Motherfucker's so skinny, he can hula-hoop through a Cheerio. Fool, you ain't got to be skinny or sick. You could die five years from now from that shit. Mark ass. Y'all trying to scare me. Nah, but can you really get that shit from letting them suck on your dick? Mark. (HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYS) Tre? How you doing, baby? Fine. Good. You just in time for the food. I was just going in to bring out the rest of the things. Potato salad. You name it, we got it. Everybody's here, so go ahead and have a good time. OK. Oh, and Tre? Mm? Baby, do me a favour. Talk to Darin for me. Talk to him seriously, you hear? I am so sick and tired of him going in and out of there. Maybe some of what you got will rub off on him. OK. (CROWD CHATTER) What's up, Dough? Oh, shit! What up, G? Tre, love in effect. Yo, what's up, Tre? What's up, Chris? Heard you're like Mr. GQ Smooth now. Working over at the Fox Hills Mall. Yeah. I get a discount on clothes and shit. You like? You look like you selling rocks. Tre, you be slinging that shit? No, I don't be doing that shit. Couldn't anyway. Pops'd kick your ass. (PAGER BEEPS) You know, I'm out of the pen now. Trying to keep my ass out this time. Well, that's what we here to celebrate. Right, man? Yeah. Damn, brother, how did you get so big? Pumping iron and eating, man. Nothing else to do in the motherfucking pen. Three hots and a cot, know what I'm saying? Rest of the time, I was reading and writing my girl. Reading? Yeah, motherfucker. I ain't no criminal. I can read, bitch. Mm-mm! Who is that, Shanice? That's Tre ` Ricky's best friend. He used to be best friends with Doughboy when they was little. You know how they be trying to act like they brothers and shit? Girl, he is fine! I'd like to rush that! He go to Washington? Uh uh. He go to Crenshaw. Girl, I seen him before. He work at the Fox Hills Mall. Mm. Do he got a girlfriend? (SCOFFS) Yes. (BOTH GRUNT) (LAUGHS) Jamaica, girl, I was scoping on this ho's man. He fine, anyway. You better watch his ass. Somebody might steal him. All right, y'all, come and get it! (CROWD CHATTER) Do you live here? Okay, girl. Sorry-ass niggas. Come on. Hey, why don't y'all act like gentlemen and let these ladies eat first? Yeah, you act like you ain't never had no barbecue before. Let the ladies eat. Hos gotta eat too. Wait a minute, nigga, who you calling a ho? I ain't no ho. Oops. I'm sorry, bitch. (BOYS LAUGH) Hey, hey, watch your mouth. Just playing. All right, enjoy. And be nice! Gimme that. Get out of the way! You still up here? Hi. Hello. So why haven't you called? Just one minute. What's up, my brother? Looks like she wants to talk to you over there. I know. I'm just taking my time. Oh, I see. So you're trying to run that game on her, huh? (LAUGHS) Yeah, how am I doing? Well, you're doing just fine. Just fine, except for one thing. Yeah, what's that? She left. What? Damn! (LAUGHS) That's all right. (GROANS) (BOTH LAUGH) Hey, hey, hey. * (MUFFLED BASS HEAVY MUSIC PLAYS) Oh, ain't this a bitch? (DOG BARKS) (ENGINE REVS) Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Whoa! (DOG BARKS) Don't worry about it. I got her. Man, is she all right? Yeah. All right, G. (ENGINE REVS) (DOOR CLATTERS) (DOGS BARK) Sheryl! Come on! Keep your baby out the street. She gonna get hit one of these days. You got some blow? You got some rock? I'll suck your dick. Just keep the baby off the streets. And change her diapers. Girl almost smell as bad as you. (TYRES SQUEAL) (LOUD HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYS) What up, punk? What up, fool? (GROUP LAUGH) Mark. (ENGINE REVS, TYRES SQUEAL) (MARBLES CLATTER) What is that? Barbecue? Yeah. I know you didn't bring me no swine. Did you? No. Mrs Baker told me to bring you a plate. Brenda, huh? Yeah. She might've had a chance if she didn't talk so much. Let's see. She ain't lost her touch. She still can make some barbecue. Hey, Pop, can you fix my fade back here? And up here? I'm eating. After you eat? Yeah. Yeah, real close, so I can brush it, you know? Hook up some waves. (CHUCKLES) Something wrong? Nope. (RAZOR BUZZES) (RAZOR CLICKS OFF) What's the problem? You're getting old, Pop. I'm getting old? Yeah. No, no, no. I'm getting better, young brother. You getting old! (LAUGHS) You old. You older than dirt. Oh, I'm older than dirt? Yes! (LAUGHS) No, no. I am but 17 years older than you. OK? Your friends out here, they got fathers in their 40s and 50s. These cats are great big... just, slobs, man. You know, bellies out to here. (LAUGHS) That's gonna be you! That's gonna be you, man. Big old fat, juicy roll, double-jelly-roll belly. Right? Sitting in a rocking chair, reading the funny papers! Then my kids, your grandchildren, will be running around, talking about ` 'Granddaddy, Granddaddy, give me something. Give me a dollar.' You think so, huh? Yeah. Wait a minute, man. What's all this about grandkids, man? You been using the rubbers I gave you, ain't you? Oh, man. Why don't y` Tre, I ain't ready to be a granddaddy, all right? I just... I ain't ready to be a granddaddy, man. I ain't ready for all of that. Hey, don't worry about it. I can take care of myself. Why are you sweating me, man? Tre, close the refrigerator. Close the refrigerator. Come here. What? All right? (SNIFFS) What you doing? I stink now? I got something on me? You had some pussy yet? What? You had some pussy yet? Yeah! Yeah! When? What? When? All right, all right. Just sit down for a second. Go on, sit down, now. (CHUCKLES) It was a Sunday, right? Rick and I were kicking it up on Crenshaw. This group of females rolled up in a Rabbit. Everybody trying to bum-rush them. Trying to jib and all, right? Man, there was this one girl everybody was trying to rush. Baby was fine! You know? Body was booming, like right out of Jet centrefold. So I'm, like, eyeballing her. She walks right up on me and she busts out, 'Is this your ride?' Then I say, 'Yeah, you want to go for a ride with me?' She says, 'No, I want to drive it.' I say, 'Can you drive stick?' She says, 'I can learn if you teach me.' (CHUCKLES) I go into my mack-daddy mode, because I'm starting to get a woody in my sweats. I says, 'Why don't you give me your number, and I'll call you for a lesson?' She does. About a week later, I'm over at her house, right? Her mom and grandma are leaving for church. I walk right up to the door, man. As soon as I go inside, boom! We go at it, nonstop. Kissing, hugging, right? So I pick her up, take her upstairs. Well, about 20 minutes into it, Mom and Grandma's come home. Seems Grandma forgot her purse. Wanted to make sure she had something to put in the collection plate. Yeah, I guess she could smell the sex in the air or something, right? (METAL CLANGS) She starts straight towards Tisha's room. That's the last I ever saw of Tisha. (DOG BARKS) I call her every once in a while, but when I do, her mom or grandma pick up the phone and say, 'She can't talk right now. She busy doing the dishes.' What'd you use? I used the number she gave me. Man, why are you sweating me? I had to use nothing. She said she was on the pill. How many times I tell you? If a girl tells you she's on the pill, you use something anyway. A pill ain't gonna keep your dick from falling off. I don't understand why you insist on learning things the hard way, Tre, but you gonna learn. Oh, yeah, you gonna learn! Clean up that hair. Oh, well, I'd just finished work, was heading back out there, cos I left my gloves. Just turned round and, um, went straight-first into another car. They said that if I hadn't been wearing the seatbelt` That was the only thing that stopped me from going through the windshield. We are tattooing around one of George's scars from his crash that happened last year. You might be confident that you're not gonna crash and you don't need your seatbelt, but you go around the corner, and then someone's on your side of the road, heading straight at you, and then that's when you're gonna wish * What's up, man? (DOOR SLAMS) Hey, man, what the fuck is wrong with you?! What? You slamming my door like some kind of gorilla on a football field! Damn, nigga, what's wrong with you? Nothing. (ENGINE REVS) Guess what, man? Recruiter from SC's coming over tonight. Cool. You know what, man? I never lied to my father. Never? Well, almost never. Where's all this coming from? Hm? Where's all this coming from? I lied to Pops yesterday. Told him I weren't no virgin. Well, you ain't a virgin, is you? Is you? Well, technically speaking, I haven't. You know, I fingered a couple of honeys and sucked on some titties, but I ain't never stuck it in. Why not, man? You really want to know? Yeah, I asked you, didn't I? I was afraid. (LAUGHS) Oh, shit! Get off me! (CONTINUES LAUGHING) See, man? Shut up. Shut up. What you doing, man? What you afraid of, man? Of being a daddy. Oh. Well, yeah. But I'm getting old now, see? And now that I want to flap some skins, Brandi ain't even down for it. Even if I wear a Jimmy, she ain't down for it. Is that right? # Just me and you # Ooh, baby (TEAM CHATTER INDISTINCTLY) # Just me and you # Just the two. Just me and you I don't see that. Yeah, well, why the silent treatment? You haven't talked to me in five days! I call your house, and you tell your father to say you're not home. Then I call again and you take the phone off the hook! Well, I've been busy. Oh, well, don't give me no bald-ass excuse for a lie like that! What did I do, Tre? What did I do that was so bad that you just had to stop talking to me? See, you know what you did. See, you gotta get with the program. I told you about that. I'm Catholic, and it goes against my morals. Yeah, I know you did, but Catholic girls are supposed to be one of the biggest hootchies. When you bust a cap on somebody? Nigga, I bust a cap on his ass like, blam-blam. Damn! God! (DOG BARKS) # Now we're worried about Johnny. Now we're worried about Kevin, baby. # Just me and you # Just me # and you Come on, homie! Fuck him up, man! Fuck him up! # We don't need nobody, yeah. You say you want to wait till you get married first, right? No, look at me. Right? Yes. And I say that I'm gonna be the one who marries you. So, technically, it don't make no difference whether we do it now or later. We still gonna get married, right? Yeah, but I want to go to college before I get married, and there ain't no guarantee that I'm gonna marry you! (WHISTLE TRILLS) (TEAM GRUNT) Bad shit! Hey, hey, yo. Yo, bonita. Damn, she got a gangster ass. Chica bonita. You come to my casa and let's do the loco thing. Hey, Dooky, this fool trying to speak Spanish. Talking about 'casa, doing the loco thing.' That shit worked! What up, baby? So let me knock the stuffing off that Egg McMuffin. You got a phone number? # Don't worry about Tracy # Don't worry about Tina, baby. # Just me and you You haven't even given me a ring! Well, I ain't ready for all that yet! Oh, but you're ready to act like we're married, though? Right? What your man say? Don't touch me. All right. # Don't worry about a damn thing. (GIGGLES) You make me sick, man. I know, but I missed you. I missed you too. Hm? I missed you too. He still ain't fucked her yet. (GROUP LAUGHING) You better take your ass to the store with that. So you gonna give me the skins or what? No, that's not all I think about. Yeah. OK. Pop! Yo! Brandi's mom say you're cute! Ask her how come she don't say hi when I speak to her. He said, 'How come she don't say hi when he speak to her?' Yeah. Hey, I'm supposed to be talking to you, not passing messages. Hey, if my daddy mess with your mama, we gonna be brother and sister. Then we have to do that incest thing. What? No, no, I'm just kidding. Wait, hang on, I got another call. Who dis? Oh, hi, Mama. Yeah. Hang on, I got Brandi on the other line, OK? So you gonna give me the skins or what? Tre, this is your mother. Ooh, I'm sorry, Mama. Hang on for one second. OK. Brandi? Yeah, I'm gonna call you back. OK. Hi, Mama. 'Who dis'? What kind of way is that to answer the phone? I'm sorry, Mama. Why didn't you come over this weekend? I was cooling with Rick. You can cool with your friends anytime. The weekends are supposed to be our time together. Have you thought about what we talked about? Yeah. And? I don't know yet. Let me speak to your daddy. Pop! Telephone! Who dis? Hey, how you doing? Yeah. Yeah, we talked about that. Yeah, well, look. Um,... I know you don't agree with me, but I think it's his decision. I think` Look, I don't` No, I don't think that's necessary. Look, Reva. Reva, this is bullshit. (HELICOPTER WHIRRS OVERHEAD) I'm sorry, but I think it's ridiculous. There's no reason for him to come live with you now. He's not a baby! No, no, wait a minute. Why you got an attitude? No, I don't have an attitude. You have an attitude! (DOOR SLAMS) We have gone through this a thousand times, and I always tell him ` use a rubber! You know, use a rubber` Watch me shoot this motherfucker. Look. Blam! (VIDEO GAME BLEEPS) Yeah. (GAME VICTORY JINGLE) Taken off the motherfucking set. Hey, yo, Monster, man. Don't be cussing so motherfucking loud. My mom don't like that shit. Come on, man, move the plastic. You're sitting on the good part. Damn! MOM: Darin? See, now I gotta hear this shit. Darin! What? Get them drive-by shooters out of... Damn! Moms be fucking with his ass without fail. She ain't like that with Rick, though. Because they got different daddies. That's why. Y'all got to get the fuck out. My brother got company in a minute. See that shit? I didn't get my turn, man. It's Monster's fault. Come on, man. Fix that shit, man. What up, man? What up, dude? Who that? (MENACING ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) Anybody know where Ricky Baker lives? That's my brother! He live here. Hey, yo, Rick! The man here to see you! Stop. Stop. Hold still. Be still. There, I got it. Yo, Rick! Get your ass out of there. Ricky, come on out of the bathroom, baby. Check this out. Here come the reverend. (HELICOPTER BUZZES OVERHEAD) So what college you from? I'm from USC. Yo, man. You got to have a scholarship to go to SC? No, but it helps. Yo, you think you can hook me up with a scholarship? What do you do? I used to play baseball. Mm. Shut up, man. Don't you know the man's about business? Move, nigga. Move, punk. Move. Y'all be the fuck quiet. Hello. Hello. I'm Lewis Crump. You must be Ricky's mother. Brenda. And this is my other son, Darin. Hello, Darin. What's up? Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, water, soda? No. No, thank you. How you doing? We met at the game against Washington, right? Yes, I remember! That was a good game. You picked up 276 yards in that game, huh? That's pretty impressive. Thanks. Well, why don't y'all sit and talk? Hey! (SNAPS FINGERS) (POLICE SIRENS WHOOP IN DISTANCE) Now, I just want you to know we're interested in you coming to the campus. Get a good look around, you know, a feel for the school as a whole. (HELICOPTERS BUZZ) Here's my tape. (FUNKY HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYS) That was against Banning in my junior year. Man, we lost that year, but I did pretty well in yardage. They had the best defence in the city that year. Big country booty! Big country titties! Boo-yah! That's what I'm saying. From eating all that corn bread and shit, I guess. Shit. Me ` I go to college just for the hos. Fool, you don't go to college to be talking to no bitches. Your black ass supposed to be learning something. Can't learn shit talking to no stupid-ass bitch. (HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYS IN DISTANCE) Yo, check out that 808. Damn, that shit bumping. What are you interested in beside playing ball? Like, what do you mean? I mean, what would you want to major in? What kind of degree would you like to pursue? I'm just asking because you know there's a strong possibility that you won't go into the NFL after college. Just a fact. It happens. Yeah, I heard that before. Well, actually, I was thinking about majoring in business. I got this friend named Tre, who's always talked about going into business and all. Plus, I like computers. Maybe I could do that. What do you think? Young brother, I think you can do anything you put your mind to. I tell you where y'all need to go where they got more women than anywhere ` fine ones too. Crenshaw on Sunday nights. No. Street races on Florence? No, nigga. Y'all way off. I give y'all a hint ` everybody's been there. Where? Where, nigga? Spit it out! The church. Oh, shit! Nigga, please! Ain't nobody going to church to catch no bitches. I should roll your ass up off this porch for that stupid shit. So, basically, you have a 2.3 overall GPA, according to the classes we require. All you have to do is take the SAT test. Yeah. I heard about that test. The next one's being offered, let's see,... early October. Are you gonna take it? I guess so. I can't get into college without it, right? Just remember ` all you have to do is get over a 700. OK. (BABY BABBLES) Come here. Come here! (CHUCKLES) I'm sorry, I'm trying to give him a bath. Come here. Your little brother? No, that's my son. Oh. Well, I'll look forward to talking to you again. And we'll also arrange that tour for you. Thank you, Mr Crump. You bet, Ricky. Bye-bye. Yo, man. You gonna put me down for a scholarship or what? Because you know I want to go to college too. Man, shut the fuck up, man. Fuck you, nigga. It's my porch. You can take your dumb ass home. My baby is going to a university. I always knew you would amount to something. I did. (BABY CRIES) When you were a little boy, you used to always run around here all the time with that football in your hand. You remember that? I'm proud of you, baby. Thanks, Mama. You make your mama proud. The SAT test will be administered in this room. When you receive your test book, please keep it closed on your desk. Read the directions on the front cover of your test book. You have to use a number two pencil in marking your answer sheet. Ink or ballpoint pen is not to be used. At this time, if you do not have a number two pencil with you, please raise your hand and keep it up. We'll pass a pencil out to you. During the time allotted for a section, you may work on that section only. If you finish a section before time is called, you may not go back to a previous section or on to the next one. At this time, you have 30 minutes for section one. Open your test books and begin work. (BLUESY JAZZ MUSIC) (ENGINES ROAR, HORNS HONK) This it? Yeah. Damn! Baby got more cakes than Duncan Hines! Damn. (CAR HORN HONKS) Bet you buy the chip. (LAUGHS) Tell him not to worry about the interest rate. The interest rate hasn't moved 2% in five years. 'Furious Styles Financial.' OK, then. Talk to you later. So... how you guys think you did on the test? All right, I guess. I guess. Most of those tests are culturally biased to begin with. The only part that's universal is the math. You boys must be hungry. I'm real surprised to see you down here. Came to see you. See how you doing. How's business going? Well, there's always business, just not always in here. So, like, what do you do, Furious? You help people get money for their homes or what? Well, there is no 'or what.' That's what I do, Rick. You boys want to see something? Do we have a choice? No. (HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYS) (ENGINE STOPS) (WOMAN YELLS INDISTINCTLY) Hey, man. I don't know about all this, Furious. Got us walking around motherfucking Compton and all that. Rick, it's the '90s. We can't afford to be afraid of our own people any more, man. Would you two knuckleheads come on? (POLICE SIRENS WHOOP) I want y'all to look at that sign up there. See what it says? 'Cash for your home.' You know what that is? It's a billboard. Billboard. What are y'all, Amos and Andy? Are you Steppin' and he's Fetchit? I'm talking about the message. What it stands for. It's called gentrification. It's what happens when the property value of a certain area is brought down. You listening? Yeah. They bring the property value down. They can buy the land at a lower price, then they move all the people out, raise the property value and sell it at a profit. What we need to do is we need to keep everything in our neighbourhood ` everything ` black. Black-owned with black money. Just like the Jews, the Italians, the Mexicans and the Koreans do. Ain't nobody from outside bringing down the property value. It's these folk! (ALL GROAN) Shooting each other and selling that crack rock and shit. How you think the crack rock gets in to the country? We don't own any planes. We don't own no ships. We are not the people who are flying and floating that shit in here. I know, every time you turn on a TV, that's what you see ` black people selling the rock, pushing the rock. Yeah, I know. But that wasn't a problem as long as it was here. Wasn't a problem until it was in Iowa and it showed up on Wall Street where there are hardly any black people. If you want to talk about guns, why is it that there's a gun shop on almost every corner in this community? Why? I'll tell you why. For the same reason that there's a liquor store on almost every corner in the black community. Why? They want us to kill ourselves. You go out to Beverly Hills, you don't see that shit. But they want to us to kill ourselves. The best way you can destroy a people, you take away their ability to reproduce themselves. Who is it that's dying out here on these streets every night? Y'all. Yeah. Young brothers like yourselves. What am I supposed to do? Fool roll up, try to smoke me? I'm gonna shoot the motherfucker if he don't kill me first. You doing exactly what they want you to do. You have to think, young brother, about your future. Damn, man. You know, Furious is deep. He used to be a preacher or something? Nah, he ain't never been no preacher. Just reads a lot. My brother should've heard that, man. (CAR ALARM BLARES) Would've done that nigga some good. Where he at? Where else, man? Up on Crenshaw with the rest of them fools. Let's go. Cool. (ENGINE ROARS) (HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYS) What up, Monster? What up, nigga? Goddamn, there's a lot of motherfuckers out here. Don't be using God's name in vain. What? Man, shut up. Yo, man, you believe in God? Yo, why the fuck y'all get so damn religified lately? Fool, I wasn't even talking to you. This is an A and B conversation, you know? You can see your way out of it. You can see your way out of my ride, and we'll see your crippled ass walking all the way home. Man, look. Do I believe in God? Yeah, I guess I do. How else can you have the sun, the moon and stars and shit like that? Sun, moon, stars, quasars. Motherfucker sound like Elroy Jetson. There ain't no God. OK. If there was a God, why He be letting motherfuckers get smoked every night? Babies and little kids. You tell me that. Well, you tell me this, nigga. How you know God's a He? He could be a She. You don't know that. For one thing, you don't know what the fuck I be motherfucking knowing. I read about this shit when I was in the pen. It was this book, right, and it was telling life in the perspective if God was a bitch. Said if God was a bitch, there wouldn't be no nuclear bombs, no wars, and no shit like that, because that ain't in a bitch's nature. Why every time you talk about a female, you gotta say 'bitch' or 'whore' or 'hootchie'? Because that's what you are. Nigga, fuck you. Hey, hey. What's up? What up, D? (GROUP LAUGH) (HYDRAULICS WHIRR) (ENGINE REVS) (GROUP LAUGH) What's up, Mon? Sup, Rick? Tre? What's up, man? What up, man? What's happening? What up? Where y'all coming from? Compton. What y'all doing over here, man? We're just kicking it. Philosophizing on God, church, bitches and all. I'm schooling these niggas on the aspect of religion. Religion? And on factual, actual studies. You know what I'm saying? Y'all coming from Compton? Yeah. I thought you were scared of Compton, man. Rick was a shivering bitch, boy! It was deep, though. It was deep. You should've been there, man. Yeah. Pops was talking, speaking, man. Speaking the truth and shit. Your pops is like motherfucking Malcolm Farrakhan. (GROUP LAUGH) (GROUP TALK INDISTINCTLY) Hey man! What's wrong with you? Fuck you looking at, nigga? I'm still trying to find out, nigga! Hold on. Hold on. Oh, we got a problem here? We got a problem here? We got a problem, nigga? What up with this? Put the gun away, nigga. Can't we have one night where there ain't no fighting? Nobody gets shot? Shut up, bitch. Bitch, I'm gonna fuck you up! Let's get that bitch ass! Fuck you like that. (GROUP CLAMOURS) (CROWD CHATTER) Ferris always trying to start some shit. Nigga can't fight, so he always trying to find some excuse to shoot somebody. That's why fools be getting shot all the time. Trying to show how hard they is. Ignorant. Aw, fool, shut up. You be doing that shit too. I know. (LAUGHS) (RAPID GUNFIRE) (CROWD SCREAMS, CLAMOURS) (ENGINE REVS) (CAR ALARMS SOUND, HORNS HONK) (GUNFIRE CONTINUES) Hey, man, come on. Let's go! (GUNFIRE CONTINUES) I'm getting the fuck out of L.A. Fuck this shit. Fuck it. You can't go nowhere without it getting all shot up and shit. (HELICOPTER BUZZES OVERHEAD) (POLICE SIREN WHOOPS) Shit! Oh, shit! Fuck! Driver! Put your hands on the steering wheel! (DISTANT GUNSHOTS) (TYRES SQUEALING) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) Got any drugs or weapons on you? No. I didn't do nothing. You think you tough. You think you're tough, huh? (CHUCKLES) You scared now, huh? I like that. That's why I took this job. I hate little motherfuckers like you. Little niggers, you ain't shit! Think you tough, huh? I could blow your head off with this Smith and Wesson, and you couldn't do shit. How you feel now? What set you from? Look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers. No, you probably one of them Rolling 60s, huh? RADIO: 12-Adam-63, we have a possible 187 in blue VW at corner of Florence and Vermont. Again, a possible 187 in blue VW at corner of Florence and Vermont. Stay out of trouble. You gentlemen have a nice evening now, you hear? * (KNOCKING ON DOOR) (SIGHS) (KNOCKING ON DOOR) (HELICOPTER BUZZES) Hi. You're late. I thought something happened to you. Ain't nothing gonna happen to me. I'm tired of hearing them shooting all the time. What's wrong? Nothing. I'm tired of this shit. Those two motherfuckers. I could kill all these motherfuckers. I'm sick and fucking tired of this shit! I'm fucking sick of this shit! I'm so fucking tired of this shit! Fuck this shit! Stupid motherfucker! Fucking fuck you! Fuck you! Stupid piece of shit! I wish I could kill all you motherfuckers! Come on! Come on at me, motherfucker! (SOBS) (GROANS) (EXHALES SHARPLY, CHUCKLES) What's so funny? I never thought I'd be crying in front of a female. You can cry in front of me. (DREAMY RNB MUSIC) (GIGGLES) What do you think about... ...people getting married while they're still in college? What, are you trying to ask me something? No. I just wanted to know what you thought about that kind of situation. I think it can be good if two people really love each other. Really? Yeah. You sure you're down for this? Yeah. Are you? Yeah. I mean, yes, I am. I don't want to get pregnant. You won't. (HELICOPTER BUZZES) (GIGGLES) Hi. I'm looking for a Miss Devereaux? She's right over there. Thank you. (PATRONS CHATTER) Hey. Hi. You look nice. Thank you. So do you. Thanks. Thanks for coming. So this is, uh,... this is definitely you. Uh huh. And what's that supposed to mean? I thought we were gonna talk about Tre. Um, espresso, please. Cafe au lait, please. I bought him some shoes yesterday. Why are you always buying him stuff? Can't I be nice to my son? Do I have that right? Yes, you have that right, but he has a job. You don't have to always buy him stuff. Look ` did he tell you he wants to move in with Brandi when they go to school? Yeah. So? 'Yeah. So'? So don't you think that's a bad idea? I think that Tre is old enough to make his own decisions, Reva. You're his father. That means you were supposed to guide his decisions. Well, what the hell you think I've been doing for the last seven years? Not that, evidently. Listen, Reva... it's time for you to let go. I know you want to play the mommy and all of that, but Tre is a grown man now. He's not a little boy anymore. That time has passed, sweetheart. You missed it. Excuse me, I'm gonna get some cigarettes. No. You're not getting off that easy. Sit your ass down. Excuse me? I said sit your ass down before I raise my voice and make a fool out of both of us. OK. Now it's my time to talk. Of course you took in your son, my son, our son, and you taught him what he needed to be a man. I'll give you that, because most men ain't man enough to do what you did. But that gives you no reason ` do you hear me? No reason to tell me that I can't be a mother to my son. What you did is no different from what mothers have been doing from the beginning of time. It's just too bad more brothers won't do the same. But don't think you're special. You may be cute, but not special. Drink your cafe au lait. It's on me. * Everybody in the mall was running. Motherfucking bitches running out of Contempo's and shit. Motherfuckers throwing cookies out the cookie shop. Niggas was getting their bail on. I was smoking every motherfucker that came in. Every motherfucker that came my way. I just thought I'd let y'all know that. See, I get mad as fuck. Understands me? What's up? What's up, man? You missing all the action. Niggas getting smoked and shit. They getting capped, killed. (ENGINE WHIRRS) (ENGINE REVS REPEATEDLY) Who's them niggas? Man, pick Chris up. Punk might start trippin'. That's those fools from Crenshaw. Damn, I ain't even got my gat. (BIRDS CAW) (ENGINE REVS, TYRES SQUEAL) Punk motherfucker ain't got nothing better to do. 27 years old. Still fucking motherfuckers our age with his old ass. What's up? Anyway... I saw you rolling out of Brandi's crib at 2 in the motherfucking morning. What's up with that? Yo, man, that's my business. Yeah. Handle your shit, G. Peer pressure, man. Handle your shit. Peer pressure. Don't be like this motherfucker. This motherfucker got babies, in-house pussy. Let me do shit like that, Ma would be like, 'I ain't having it.' Ricky. Ricky! (SPORTS COMMENTARY PLAYS FROM TV) You know you heard me. Huh? What? I need you to go to the store to get some cornmeal. Yeah. I'll go in a little while. (HELICOPTER BUZZES FROM TV) VOICEOVER: If you want to land a good job, you have to know what most employers want. Like how to motivate yourself, how to lead others, how to perform under pressure. You can learn all these things in the Army. So no matter what career you choose, you'll really be ready to take off. Ricky, get up and go now. I can't finish frying the fish without it. Boy, go get this girl some cornmeal. Shoot. You ought to be happy somebody's cooking for your ass. Give me some, Dook. Here, G. What's up, Rick? What's happening? Dough, do you want to go to the store for me and get some cornmeal? Nigga, I ain't the one she told to go get it. She's your wife. You go get the shit. She ain't my wife, man. All right? Shit. Might as well be, y'all got a family and shit. Tecmo Bowl-playing motherfucker. (LAUGHS) Fuck you, man. Why don't you go to the store with me. Sure, man. Let's do it. What? Don't fuck me, fuck your wife. That's why you got a baby. You better get out of my face, all right? What's up with Brandi? Hey, you a punk, man! Hey, yo, yo. Wait a minute. Wait a minute! Hey! Man, this is family business. Let 'em fight. What's your problem, man? Y'all are brothers! You ain't supposed to be fighting each other. You been a punk from day one. Mama's boy! Get him, Dough. (BOTH GRUNT) (GROUP YELLS) Let 'em fight, man. Brenda, Ricky and Doughboy are out here fighting. Hey. Hey, hey. Cut that out. Get off of him. Get off of him! Damn. What you hit me for? You all right? Yeah, I'm all right. I'm all right! Let me see your face! What you hit me for? It's the test scores. Ricky! Ricky, baby, your test scores! What you hit me for? Why you hitting me? Yo, Dough. Why she hit you? Shut up, man. Man, just fuck all that shit. All right? I'm going into the fucking Army. That's all there is to say. Fool, you're thinking about doing what? Man, what are you, a damn fool? Listen, man. They say I can learn how to work on computers and stuff. Plus, they'll give me money for college. Listen to you. You sound like the damn commercial! Man, what they don't tell you is that you that you don't belong to you no more. You belong to them ` the government. Like a slave or something. Man, my daddy told me a black man has got no business, no place, in the white man's Army. Yeah. Yeah, I heard all that before, all right? Listen, I got a little boy to think about, OK? I don't want to be like my brother, man. Hanging out and not doing shit. End up dealing 'caine, just like him. Listen, I want to do something with my life, all right? I want to be somebody. Listen, let me tell you something. When you join that Army, you ain't gonna be nobody. Yo, brother. You got any change? No, I ain't got no change. See? What up? (BASS HEAVY MUSIC PLAYS FROM CAR) Yo, chief. Here you go. Ah, brother! Hey, no problem, bro. You win anything? Huh? Wait a minute, man. I'm still trying to find out. Shit. Nothing. What? I said nothing. I didn't win nothing, all right? I told you, man. You gotta be a Mexican to win that shit. Man, I win this lottery, I won't have to worry about a damn thing. Don't have to worry about no colleges, no 700 on no SATs. Not a damn... Look. There's that motherfucker that was talking shit the other night. OK. When I say 'cut', we're gonna cut through these houses. OK? Gotcha. (TYRES SQUEAL) Cut! Punk ass. Get him, man, get him! Come on. Let's get him. Go around the corner. Cut 'em off. Come on, man! Go! (ENGINE REVS) (DOGS BARK) Shit. Fucking mangy mutts and shit! Come on. I got you. I got you. (DOGS HOWL) All right. Come on, let's go. All right. Hold on, man. What? What are you doing, man? I gotta drain the weasel, man! I swear, if that motherfucker roll up on the set one more time, I'm a blast his ass. (DRAMATIC STRING MUSIC) Shit! Rick! What a relief and shit. Let's go. Wait a minute, man. Let's split up. No, man. I don't think we should do that. I mean, if we gotta throw some hands, I think it'd be better if we're together. Them fools ain't gonna do nothing. They just showing out and shit. I'll meet you at your house. Cool. I'm out of here. Come on, man! (ENGINE ROARS, HYDRAULICS WHIRR) (TENSE JAZZ MUSIC) (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) Ricky! (MUSIC STOPS) (GUN FIRES) (GUNSHOT) (INAUDIBLE) (TENSE STRING MUSIC) (SOBS) Ricky! (SOBS) Help me! Help me! Somebody help me! Ricky! Ricky! Ricky! Shit! (WEEPS) Ricky! SHAKILY: Be careful, man. Watch his head. Don't hurt him. Don't hurt him, man. (BABY CRIES IN DISTANCE) Be careful with him. (SOBS) Watch his head. He's dead. Let's take him home. (MORBID ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) (ENGINE REVS) Mama! Mama! Mama! SCREAMS: No! (SOBS) (BABY SCREAMS) Ricky! Oh, my God, no! Not Ricky! (WAILS) (BABY SCREAMS) What y'all doing now? Ricky? Oh, my God. Ricky? (SCREAMS) Ricky, baby, get up! Ricky! (WAILS, SOBS) (BABY CRIES) Get up. Wake up, baby. Ricky, get up. Get up. It's all right. Get up, baby. Get up. Tre, what happened? What happened to him? Get up. Get up. Give me the baby. Give me the baby! SCREAMS: Don't you touch him! Don't you ever touch him! He don't need to be seeing this! (BABY WAILS) Ricky, please wake up! Mom. CRYING: What did you do?! What did you do?! It wasn't my fault! What did you do?! Mama, I didn't do nothing. I didn't do nothing! What did you do? Why did you kill him? I didn't do nothing. Oh, my God! What did you do to him? What did you do? What did you do? (SCREAMS) What did you do? You did this! God damn you! You did it! (ALL SCREAMING) I know you did it! You did it! Yes, you did! Yes, you did! It's me! Let him go! I know you did it! I told you! I told you! My baby! My baby! (WAILS) (BABY SCREAMS, CRIES) Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, my God! Ricky, baby! Ricky, baby! Ricky! Meet me at my house in five minutes. (SCREAMING CONTINUES) (SCREAMS LOUDLY) (TENSE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) Tre, what happened? Tre, what happened? Talk to me! What happened? Go home. What happened to Ricky? Go home. Tre? Tre! Talk to him. Something just happened to Rick! I don't know. He just got shot. Something happened to Rick! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, now. Brandi, I want you to try and calm down, and I want you to go home. You hear me? (BREATHES HEAVILY) You hear me? Yes. Don't worry. I'll take care of him. He's gonna be all right. (DOOR CLOSES) Tre? Tre, what are you doing? Huh? Oh, you bad, now, huh? You bad. You gotta shoot somebody now, huh? Well, here I am. Come on, shoot me. You bad, right? Look, I'm sorry about your friend. My heart goes out to his mother and his family, but that's their problem, Tre. You my son. You my problem. (SIRENS WHOOP) I want you to give me the gun. Oh, I see. You want to end up like little Chris in a wheelchair, huh? Right? No, no, you want to end up like Doughboy, huh? No? Give me the motherfucking gun, Tre! (SOFT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) (SOBS) (WEEPS) You're my only son, and I'm not gonna lose you to no bullshit, you hear? I love you, man. (TENDER ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) (BREATHES HEAVILY) Go clean yourself up. Go on. (KNOCK ON DOOR) Tre? Tre! (INDISTINGUISHABLE GROUP CHATTER) (TYRES SQUEAL) Damn. * (MARBLES CLATTER) (GUNSHOT) (DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) (BLOWS) Yeah. (GUNSHOT) Let me out. (DRAMATIC JAZZ MUSIC) Dough,... let me out. (DOOR SHUTS) (ENGINE ROARS) (SCREAMS) (SCREAMING CONTINUES) Damn, where these motherfuckers at, man? Been out here damn near three hours. It's colder than a motherfucker out here too. Let's go get something to eat. Cool. And another thing, when you gonna get your hair cut? That shit is straight up looking like something from 1983, dude. Fuck you. Ain't nobody cutting my hair, man. I'm like Samson. My strength is in my head. Shit. (ALL LAUGH) How about you, nigga? What's up with the babe you been talking to? Fuck that bitch. What, you scared? Nah, he ain't scared, he just young. And dumb. (LAUGHS) I'm putting ketchup on this motherfucker. Damn, man. Why you put all that ketchup on it? Why you worried about it, fool? These are my fries. What you gonna do tonight, man? We gonna see your girl? No, I'm going to see my girl. You going home with this punk. There they go, right there. Turn off the lights. Hit the lights, nigga! Take your ass home and watch some videos. Home with your mama. That's where I was. (LAUGHS) Check that motherfucker out. (ENGINE REVS) Get the fuck out of here! Don't follow me! Make your own way! (RAPID GUNSHOTS) (TYRES SQUEAL) What the fuck? What the fuck you doing? This motherfucker's crazy! Goddamn, man. And I'm on parole. Ain't this about a bitch! What the fuck you doing? Shit! Yo, Dough. Let's bail, man. Come on, man! Let's go, man! Come on, nigga, now! Man, what the fuck? (GUNSHOT) Oh, shit! Let's get the fuck out of here, man. Let's go, man. Let's go! (WHIMPERS, GRUNTS) Fuck you, man! Fuck you! Turn your punk ass over. (HYPERVENTILATES) I didn't do it, man! I didn't pull the fucking trigger! What the fuck you doing? Come on, man. Well, fuck you! (GUNSHOT) (GUNSHOT) (ALARMS BLARE) Fuck. I'm out of here. Dough, let's bail, man. Man, let's move! Let's go! Let's get out of here! What the fuck you doing, man? Let's bail, man! Let's go, man! Come on, nigga, let's bail! Let's go! Come on, man! Damn! Come on! Shit, let's get out of here. Let's go. Here come the fucking police. Get your ass in. Get the fuck up out of here. (ENGINE REVS, TYRES SQUEAL) (DOWNBEAT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) (HELICOPTERS BUZZ IN DISTANCE) (DOOR OPENS) (MARBLES CLATTER) (TRAIN HORN BLARES IN DISTANCE) (DOOR SLAMS) (DOWNBEAT PIANO MUSIC) (DOGS BARK IN DISTANCE) (CHILDREN TALK INDISTINCTLY) (TYRES SQUEAL) (HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYS) (BIRDS CAW) (CHILDREN YELL) (SIREN WHOOPS) (HELICOPTER BUZZES) What's up? What's up? Yo, cuz. I know why you got out of the car last night. You shouldn't have been there in the first place. You don't want that shit to come back to haunt you. I ain't been up this early in a long time. Turned on the TV this morning. Had this shit on about... how we're living in a violent... a violent world. Showed all these foreign places. How foreigners live and all. I started thinking, man. Either they don't know,... don't show... or don't care about what's going on in the hood. They had all this foreign shit. They didn't have shit on my brother, man. I ain't got no brother. Got no mother, neither. She loved that fool more than she loved me. Doughboy. You got some blow? Got some rock? Get the fuck out of my face! Keep them goddamn babies off the street. Did y'all get 'em? I don't know how I feel about it neither, man. Shit just goes on and on, you know. Next thing you know, somebody might try to smoke me. (HELICOPTER BUZZES) Don't matter, though. We all gotta go sometime, huh? Seems like they punched the wrong clock on Rick, though, man. Yeah. I gotta go, cuz. Hey, Dough. What's up? You still got one brother left, man. Thanks, man. (WARM SYNTH MUSIC) Later, G. Later. (BIRDS CAW) (LIQUID TRICKLES) (SENTIMENTAL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC) RAPS: # How to survive in South Central ` # A place where bustin' a cap is fundamental. # No, you can't find the shit in a handbook. # Take a close look at a rap crook. # Rule number one: get yourself a gun. # A nine in your ass'll be fine # Keep it in your glove compartment, # cause jackers, yo, they love to start shit. # Now if you're white, you can trust the police, # but if you're black, they ain't nothin but beasts. # Watch out for the kill. # Don't make a false move and keep your hands on the steering wheel. # And don't get smart. Answer all questions, # and that's your first lesson # on stayin' alive in South Central. # Yeah, that's how you survive. # Hi, this is Elaine again. # Are you enjoying your stay in South Central Los Angeles? # Or has somebody taken your things? # Have you witnessed a drive-by? # OK, make sure you have your camcorder ready to witness the extracurricular activities # on blacks by the police. # So you and your family can enjoy this tape over and over again. # Rule number two: don't trust nobody, # especially a bitch, with a hooker's body, # cause it ain't nothing but a trap, # and females'll get you jacked and kidnapped. # You'll wind up dead. # Just to be safe, don't wear no blue or red, # cause most niggas get got # in either L.A., Compton or Watts. # Pissed off black human beings. # So I think you better skip the sight-seeing, # and if you're nothing but a mark, # make sure that you're in before dark. # But if you need some affection, mate, # make sure the bitch ain't a Section Eight, # Cause if so, that's a monkey-wrench ho # and you won't survive in South Central. # Now you realize it's not all that it's cracked up to be. # You realize that it's fucked up! # It ain't nothin like the shit you saw on TV. # Palm trees and blonde bitches? # I'd advise to you to pack your shit and get the fuck on, # punk motherfucker! # And you'll get your ass straight smoked. # Yo I wanna say what's up to DJ Chilly Chill, Sir Jinx. # Ay, yo, Cube, these motherfuckers don't know what time it is. # So show these motherfuckers what's happenin'. # Tell these motherfuckers, don't fuck around in South Central. # God dammit! # Rule number three: don't get caught up # cause niggas are doing anything that's thought up # And they got a vice on everything from dope, to stolen merchandise, # weed to sherm, # cause South Central L.A. is one big germ. # Waitin for a brother like you to catch a disease # and start slangin' ki's # to an undercover or the wrong brother # and they'll smother a out of town motherfucker. # So don't take your life for granted, # cause it's the craziest place on the planet. # In L.A., heroes don't fly through the sky of stars. # They live behind bars. # So everybody's doin' a little dirt, # and it's the youngsters puttin' in the most work. # So be alert and stay calm # as you enter the concrete Vietnam. # You say the strong survive. # Shit, the strong even die in South Central. # Captions by Able. 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