( distant voices in slow motion)
( basketball bounces )
( horn honks )
Pump your gas for you, ma'am?
-Uh... - Just for some spare change. Anything would help.
Um, all right. Fill it up with regular.
- But don't top it off. - Regular, no top off.
- All right. - That's right.
Oh, you know if you don't turn off your engine
you could cause an explosion.
I want to fill it up with regular.
Hey, I told you don't touch the machine!
- It took my money. - No!
Yeah, wash the back window, too.
For what? It's a fill-up. She gave me a 20, come on.
- See if you can get a couple more out of her. - I'll try, man.
- Big tip? - Hope so.
There you go.
- Here, thanks. - Thank you.
How much?
That's it?
I told you, man, washing that back window was stupid.
I could tell she was cheap.
Yeah, we should have smashed it.
That cheese belly smellin' tipped over roast lookin'
frosted flake eatin' queen of the hamburger helpers.
Y'all make some money for it though
with or without you, man.
Can I help you?
Yeah...
you can give me, uh, $3 worth.
$3, that's it?
This big-ass van will drink that getting around the corner.
That's all I have.
You ain't gonna get much either.
Regular.
You can spare some change, sir?
- Couple of quarters, - Together: 50 cents?
How old are you?
- 15. - What's your name?
Tyson.
J.J.
Good to meet you.
You go to school?
No, I need to make some money.
- You want a job? - Doing what?
Over at CDC,
Youth center across the way, red shirts.
I don't know about that. I got to think about it.
- This is really all I have. - Thanks.
What we got to do for that job?
You know red shirts, red shirt work.
I'll think about it. Is this really all you got?
Peace out.
Yeah, wait up! Wait up!
What about my boys?
You can bring them along if they want.
All right, man. Peace out.
Yo, Ty...
Come by.
- What'd he say? - Something about getting a red shirt job.
- A what? - ( hearing-impaired voice ) A red shirt job.
Fuck you.
You know those kids that sweep up and shit.
Oh, I ain't sweeping up for no one,
looking all stupid.
We got to work? I ain't even doing that.
Or you can sit on your lazy ass and beg for quarters all day,
but you can't get a real job?
- What's up with that, man? - What's up with that, man?
See, I'm all about me.
- Myself - And I.
Reggie's the nicest player in the NBA.
He's-- he's dead.
Reggie Lewis? You're crazy.
Everybody knows Jordan is the best.
I'm not trying to say Jordan ain't good or nothin'
but Reggie's, just, you know...
special.
If Reggie Lewis was so special,
how come he doesn't have any Reggie Lewis sneakers?
What the hell you know about basketball?
Goya bean-eatin' gooey-headed monkey.
Don't touch my hair.
Nobody talk bad about Reggie, man.
He came to my school during Thanksgiving and shit.
Gave out turkeys and stuff.
( laughs ) Welfare!
Matter a fact, he gave me two turkeys.
I don't care what y'all say, yo, Reggie's the bomb.
When I make it pros...
when I make it to the pros, I'm wearin' a 35. Watch.
You ain't gonna go nowhere.
You'll be lucky enough to make it to the drafts.
( both laughing )
( mocking laugh )
I'm about to go in, man.
Come on, don't go in. There won't be no more fun.
I was supposed to be in a couple of minutes ago.
I'm about to jet, too.
All right, then. Peace out.
Oh, yeah, Ty, don't take it to the head.
We're just messing with you about Reggie.
- All right. - Peace out.
( telephone rings )
- Hello. - Man: Hello.
This is the Boston public school department's
automated attendance record.
Your child-- Tyson Little--
has been absent from school-- 124 days.
( man rapping )
Man: * Happy when I close my eyes *
* Happy when I go go sleep
* Happy they'll be no surprise *
- * I'm so happy - Chorus: * Happy
* I'm so happy
* Just happy
* I'm so happy.
( horn honks )
- Pump your gas for you? - Yeah, fill up my tank, baby.
All right.
Man said fill the fucking tank.
Shit.
Are you deaf, stupid motherfucker?
I'm not speaking fucking Japanese, huh?
Regular or super?
Just fill up my tank, stupid motherfucker.
I need the money first.
Damn, man, you ain't done yet?
Hey, yo, Kunta, What's the problem?
You need a drumbeat? Check it out. Check it out.
( beatboxing )
Oh, whoa, what? I get it.
It's a bitch-ass nigger, huh?
Yeah, you angry little ho.
( beatboxing )
Hey, yo, Tommy, check him out.
He's fuckin' begging.
Don't give that nigger shit. Fuck that!
Shut the fuck up, Marcus.
Or your ass gonna be out there with them,
nickel and diming, collecting cans.
You listen to me. What's your name?
T-Tyson.
Well, champ...
that's the last quarter you gonna get around here.
Tommy: This ain't no PG-13 block.
It's restricted. You get me?
Blam! ( laughs )
Man: * Huffin' and puffin'
* Everybody knows I'm coming
( gunshots )
* Huffin' and puffin'
* Everybody knows I'm coming **
I can't believe Marcus, man. He was talking mad shit.
Na.
We sold out, dog.
Without Uzi and Tommy and them,
they make him think he's LG.
LG...
Where the fuck were you?
- What do you mean, where the fuck was I? - You're my boys!
Man, we ain't shit.
We ain't nobody. Nobody.
My brother was down with a crew, but we don't got shit, man.
What the fuck was I supposed to do?
Point my finger at him and tell him to stop?
I'm sorry, dog.
I'm sorry, y'all.
We're gonna get that bitch, man.
I ain't nobody's punk.
Marcus thinks he's tough shit.
Fuck his ass from the fuckin' same...
not worth a damn.
Ty, Ty, do it, do it.
- Hey, LG. - Fuck you calling me?
( metal music playing )
Come here, motherfucker!
( laughs )
You got him. We got him.
You gotta check his pockets, check his pockets.
Hurry up!
Man: Hey!
Damn.
Ahh!
Man: * Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa *
Hah!
* Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Hah!
* Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Hah!
* Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa *
Hah!
* Everybody was kung fu fighting *
* I mean, it was really exciting *
* You know he was fast as lightning *
* They really had expert timing *
* There was little Jimmy Chong and Bobby... *
* There was Robbie in the match *
* And rip the heart attack
* Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Hah!
* Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Hah!
* Everybody was kung fu fighting *
Have you ever been c-c-convicted
of a feelon-ey
or a...
These forms don't make any sense
unless you've done them before.
Let's see.
This means have you ever been found guilty
in a trial or anything with a lawyer.
No, but my family has an accountant.
We can save this for later.
Come on, let me show you around the place.
It isn't much, but you kids make the most of it.
You can do whatever you want to here-- act, dance, rap.
Whatever.
None of that gangster 9-millimeter stuff.
J.J.: No motherfuck this, motherfuck that.
- J.J.: You know what I'm saying? - Tyson: Yo, I can do it.
J.J.: And if you swear, you owe me 10 pushups.
Hang on the street and you bring that madness
back up here, you could get us all killed.
Life isn't a music video
so don't be fronting around here.
We see you buck wilding on the corner,
and you and me got to talk.
So where your boys?
Oh, they're thinking about it.
Good. That's all right.
When you gonna teach me that step, girlfriend?
What's up, J.J.?
Go on about your business.
Well, make yourself a sandwich. Have some juice, soda.
Look around. Get to know everyone.
And before you leave drop by my office.
- We'll finish that form, all right? - All right?
All right, give me some love, baby.
- Good to have you with us. - Thanks.
- All right. - Man: * Girl, don't go nowhere *
* Far from home
* 'Cause I would feel so alone *
* From the first time I saw her *
* I really wanted to hold her *
* In my arms and say
* That everything will be okay *
* But, girl, what's the matter? *
* Is something on your mind?
* Because I'm here for you... *
I say we get the job.
Sweeping?
I don't know, whatever.
They got food and girls up there.
One of them looked at me and smiled.
At you?
She saw what she liked.
Tyson: You see anybody?
That was too close.
Think they were looking for us?
Hector: That's what I've been saying.
Who else they looking for?
We need straps, not a damn job.
Need to get off the streets.
I know some people we could talk to.
Friends of my brothers before he got locked up.
- You down? - I don't know.
I'm gonna go with or without you.
If you don't want to go, I'm still gonna go.
Yeah, cool, I'll meet him,
if y'all get that job with me.
I'll think about it.
So how'd you all start running together, anyway?
We know each other from the ball games
- out at the Franklin Courts. - Yeah? You got game?
Tyson: I'm all right.
( laughs ) Where's your spot?
Wherever, I shoot fadeaways like Reggie did.
Like Reggie did, huh?
Yeah, he was rough, man.
What can I do for you?
I'm here for myself,
so we beat this punk ass bitch Marcus down.
Oh, shit! You niggers moved up.
They moved up! ( laughs )
You the PG-13 crew?
Oh, suck it, suck it! ( laughs )
Yo, man!
So now you fucking with Tommy and his boys, right?
I thought they locked that nigger up in jail by now.
He, uh, he has a Pathfinder, right?
Hector: Yeah, they've been fucking with us,
looking for payback.
Yo, Hector, man.
I mean, you're like family to me.
But, Tommy,
he's one of them crazy motherfuckers, you know.
Can't find my money, bitch.
You took my money. I know you got my money!
Give me my shit. Give me my shit right now.
- or I shoot your fuckin' ass-- - Vickie.
He took my money. Now I can't find my money.
- Fuck. - All right?
All right, got that.
How does this feel, Pinkie?
You got that. You got that.
- All right. - All right?
Mm-hmm.
Man: ( laughing )
She's a trip, huh?
Good for business, though.
Yeah, I'll look into it.
Why don't you guys take a Blizz with you on your way out?
Just lay real low.
Get girlfriends or somethin'.
Y'all all look like poster child
for the "I Need Pussy Club."
Yo, bro, but for real man,
if you want some real protection,
you got to give some ass to get some ass.
So we're chilling at my crib, right?
Almost had it, man. Almost.
We's all grindin' rubbin' up.
Titty knobs started getting all hard.
( both laughing )
Then my Jimmy poked her in the thigh.
Then she pulled back and said,
"I don't wanna right now."
( both laughing )
So what'd you do?
Dudes like Derick ain't got no problems.
Wrap a gold chain around her neck
and your dick's wrapped around ya-- your lip.
You know what I'm trying to say.
Girls are fucked up.
I'm fucked up.
I keep seeing him, his face.
Who?
That Marcus kid.
Chill, Derick said he'll think about it.
And if he says we're cool, we're cool.
Yeah, Bao shouldn't have done that, man.
Shouldn't have robbed 'em.
- I said stop. - No, you didn't.
You said... You didn't say shit.
We shouldn't have done that, man.
Bao shouldn't have robbed him.
Beatin' him down was one thing, but robbing him...
Think about who them rocks belong to.
They belong to Uzi and Tommy and them.
They gonna fuckin' kill us.
What was he supposed to do? You fuckin' choked.
Because of your ass, we could have died today.
Yeah, when you go, you go.
It's like that.
This ain't "Fantasia," baby.
That rake's not gonna move by itself.
Bao: Looking at the water
makes me think of when we were first leaving Vietnam.
It was during the rains. That's how they named me Bao.
It means storm.
J.J.: What you mean, like thunderstorm?
Yeah. I took the boat to come here.
It was crazy. It rained real hard.
Boat's moving from side to side
and the waves were like from here to the third floor.
There wasn't just one of 'em. There were a bunch of 'em.
Then when it finally stopped raining, it got hot,
and everything dried out and we ran out of water.
What y'all do?
We had to drink pee-pee.
That's piss? Piss, motherfucker, piss?
Know how to speak English.
Bao: I know English. Fuck you.
( laughs )
Why you all didn't drink the sea water?
There was one man who drank the sea water
and went crazy and scared everybody.
At sunset we threw him overboard.
We couldn't see him. We heard him die.
Sharks ate him.
I prayed real hard.
I thought we would be the next to go.
Later on we began to burn our clothes
to make smoke signals.
By the time they found us, we were completely naked,
penis and titties all hanging out.
Tyson: Naked?
- Damn. - That's dicks.
- What's wrong with you? - It's as cold as a witch's tit.
I feel fuckin' stupid.
And all this dude can talk about is penises and pee-pee.
It's driving me crazy, damn.
You said you wanted protection, right?
It ain't worth it. We're like slaves and shit.
I'm Puerto Rican.
Bao, it gets cold like this in Cambodia?
J.J.: I heard that.
Drop and give me 10.
Vietnam. I'm Vietnamese, baby.
J.J.: All right, let's go.
The mayor wants a clean park.
J.J.: Get in the van. Get in the van.
What's up?
Man: * Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? *
* Huffin', puffin'
* Everybody knows I'm comin' *
* Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? *
* Huffin', puffin'
* Everybody knows I'm coming... *
( gunshot )
Hector: That was too close.
Sleepin' you say? Sleepin'.
We've reached the point of no return
and we can't go back.
Hector, you worry too much.
That's easy for you.
You just disappear with all them Chinese.
You all look alike.
We do if you don't know us.
I don't know about you guys, but I got responsibilities,
and Derick won't have our backs unless we work for him.
Tyson: Why take the job then?
- I don't know. - Yo, I'm down with that mad crazy dude.
- Oh, shit! - J.J.: Hey, watch your mouth.
- Cat fight. - Yo!
( indiscernible shouting )
Man: Do you want me to get you a fuckin' ladder?
Hey, where you going?
Get the fuck off. Back off!
That's his mother, J.J. She's pretty messed up.
Spitting on me in the fuckin' street.
She's got AIDS.
I'm gonna fuckin' rip her head off.
Man: Hey, back off, Uzi.
( all shouting )
I'll kill you, you bitch!
Fuck you. Chill, Ma.
J.J.: Hector, what do you want me to do?
I'll check y'all later, man.
- Mother: ( speaks Spanish ) - Si, mami, si.
( knock on door )
( knocks on door )
Who is it?
- What's up T? - What's up?
What you doing?
I'm watching TV.
How's your mom?
She's out like a light.
I've been thinking about Derick.
I think you're right. Let's go do it.
Finally came to your senses.
( brays )
Tyson: I ain't never seen this much money in my life.
Derick: Slow week.
So what up with the PG-13 crew?
We decided we'll do it.
Besides, we need the loot.
Woman: Ty, what about you?
Yeah.
Whatever you do, stay on our blocks.
That's where you've got protection.
If you get popped, swallow it.
It'll come out all right in your shit.
Unless it breaks open.
Then it'll kill ya.
A junkie in need is a resourceful motherfucker.
He'll find you.
All you got to do is sit back and count our money.
Never give a junkie credit.
They don't understand the basics of proper business.
Derick: If you take any trades,
that's on you.
And no more fights.
Violence brings attention.
Baby, what did I tell you about playing with your food?
Nice ride.
Tyson: I bet there's a lot of fiends up under here.
Hey, anybody here?
( high-pitched ) We're over here!
( light laughter )
Now what?
We wait to see what happens.
Maybe we should go somewhere else.
They'll find us.
We just got to make eye contact with people.
Yeah, here comes someone.
Bao: Just be cool.
- Is it a fiend? - I think so.
I'll take this one.
It's like pumping gas, but you got to act hard.
Hey, what's up? You open?
Yeah, what you need?
- You got three? - Hector: Three what?
- Jummy-jump-jumps. - ( all laugh )
Yo... only got 20.
Then you only get two.
Yo, check that, man.
Where the rest of the loot?
Money time, baby, money time.
Bitch.
Yo, we're a crew.
Bao: What you gonna do with yours?
Hector: I'm gonna buy a phat-mad crazy whip.
Yeah, whip would be the move.
A whip and a Nan. It's all about representing.
I'm tired of motherfuckers callin' us PG-13.
- We're a crew, right? - You know it.
Lime street posse. LSP, dog.
- Cool. - That's kind of dope.
Hector: That's phat. Let's tag it.
( raps ) LSP's on the top, all the bitches on our jocks.
Getting' in the way, you're gonna get sprayed.
tellin' me to stop, bop, bop, bop.
- Tyson: ( laughs ) - You suck.
Where them custies?
What, you rapping to yourself?
I need to take a fuckin' piss.
- Hell, me too. - Wait up.
Don't look at my shit.
- Woman: Tyson? - Aunt C.
Damn, you scared me.
Your mother called over here, and she didn't get an answer
so she called me, and I decided to come on by.
I just went to the store.
Oh.
Lot of money there.
- Yeah, I got one of those Red Shirt jobs. - Oh, really?
I want you to talk to your mother.
She's worried about you.
Room 318.
Hello, yes, room 318, please.
Hi, Mommy.
I was hanging out over at Hector's house.
Don't worry. I'm sorry.
No, everything's all right.
Just got to pee.
Okay, I love you too.
All right, bye-bye.
I thought you said you were at the store.
I just didn't want to be by myself.
Why don't you come by the house?
You know I'd love to have you.
I'm sorry, this is closer to work and all.
Work?
( laughs ) Yeah, work.
What about school?
I got to take care of my moms.
Look, your mother is in the hospital.
You can stay with us.
No, that's all right. I'll be cool here.
All right.
But if you change your mind you know you can come on by.
I'll fix you a plate of something.
Thanks, but I already ate.
Make sure you lock that door before you leave.
Yo, what was this place?
J.J. said it used to be a mental house
for homeless people.
Why we cleaning it for?
You know, why the hell we cleaning this place?
Ain't nobody here.
This would be a phat hideout.
Check out all them buildings.
( young women laughing )
I don't know, I kind of like the fat ass.
I know her cousin.
What's her name?
I don't remember.
Hey why don't you go talk to her then?
Yo, fuck that!
Yeah, watch. It's easy.
- Doink, Doink. - ( hums )
- Doink, doink, doink. - ( hums )
Um, we ran out of garbage bags.
There's some more over in the van.
- What's your name? - Tisha.
Tisha, Tyson.
Thought I saw you hanging around a couple times.
Maybe I seen you in CDC.
- Here's your bag. - Thanks.
Me and the fellows was wondering maybe respectfully
if we can call you, y'all, for a date maybe?
- Maybe. - Maybe what?
- Maybe yes or maybe no? - Maybe yes.
So can I have your number?
- My moms ain't having that. - Oh, she ain't having it?
- No. - Where you live at?
Up on Magnolia off of Dartives.
Drive by some time.
- Oh, yeah? What's the number? - 52.
52?
All right. I'll stop by.
See ya later.
Yo, J.J., dog. thanks for the cut, man.
That's all right.
I was beginning to look a little ragged around the edges.
But you starting to look like Don King, brother.
( laughs )
Need to clean that stuff up.
Looking sad, looking real sad.
Now that I got you trapped in this seat,
I can finally get your attention.
Ty, I know things have been tough on the home front,
but I see more than a smart little brother
who's turning into a man overnight.
How you doing?
With, my moms, I'm cool, I guess.
I miss her.
You know, I'm just trying to keep busy.
- Busy how? - I don't know.
Well, I've been busy doing some thinking.
And I think you're into more than you let on.
And there's something you don't want me to know about.
I think you had a beef with somebody.
What you think?
Yeah, we had a beef with this punk Marcus kid.
Won't let us work at the station any more.
I mean, we didn't rob him or beat him down or anything.
But him and his boys are coming and pointing their guns at us.
That's why we got this job. We needed some protection.
You know we had a beef.
Now I think his boys may be out to get us.
His boys?
Is it squashed?
- Well, we ain't seen him. - We?
I ain't seen him.
Custies are waiting.
Say, we're on our way.
What's up?
Yo, I need you all to tide me over for a bit
with a couple of jones.
( laughing )
I love my custies and all,
but no cash, no credit.
Check it out.
Got this gold chain and this ring.
- What you want for it? - 10.
Fuck that, three.
Look, it's got the gold stamp, 14-karat,
right there on the clasp.
Shit's real.
Don't bite my shit!
Yo, you bring us a car, maybe we can talk again.
What you want?
- Camry. - Or a Lexus.
I'll see what I can do. Peace.
Tyson.
I think we gave him too many jumps for this chain.
This shit feels fake.
No, it's real. Check it out.
Ba-da. Yo, this is phat.
We only got two jumps left and we owe the dude 20.
Yo, we re-up, yo.
We give him the ring and keep the change.
The ring's worth more than 20.
- Who's gonna wear the link? - We're gonna share it.
No, no, you rock it.
We'll make some more loot, buy some more rocks.
Hustlin'.
All: * Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? *
* The big bad wolf
* Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? *
- * The big bad wolf - ( howling )
* The big bad wolf
- * Who's afraid of the big bad wolf? * - ( howling )
I think it might be you... bitch!
( hooting and barking )
Hector: Tyson, are you okay?
Ty, chill the fuck out, man. They're only fucking with us.
He's jealous.
Calm the fuck down, man. Calm down.
Calm down, man.
You're gonna scare away the fish.
Hector: I remember once
we were visiting family up in New York.
They had all types of food--
Arroz con Gandules, platanos, perdiz.
Good food. Spanish food.
They also brought these crabs,
said they were still alive.
When we went to go put them in the pot
I went to go listen to them.
I could hear them struggling.
They kept making these sounds--
( squeals )
like their soul was screaming.
Only people have souls.
That's not true. Anything alive has a soul.
Roaches too?
Roaches ain't got no souls.
When you squash 'em they just die.
Just 'cause they don't make a sound you can hear,
doesn't mean they don't got a soul.
- Fish have souls, then? - No, they don't.
Bao: What kind of fish live in here?
- Hector: I don't know. - Bass.
Hector: Bass? What's a bass?
Stands for "big-ass fish."
Underneath this dock lives a big-ass fish.
- What are you gonna do with it? - Kill it and eat it.
I don't care if it has a soul or not.
You ain't gonna get no freakin' fish from here.
Why not?
Hector: Water's all polluted.
Yo, yo, I got a bite. I got a bite.
Get the bucket. Get the bucket.
It's over there. Go get it.
- Careful, there he is. - Is it a bass?
J.J.: I don't think you're gonna get a bass, fellas.
That's no bass. That's a crab.
( laughs ) Throw it back.
- Why? - It's no good. It's a crab.
A bottom feeder, you know, a scavenger.
It feeds on dookie and stuff.
Stupid.
- What's he doing? - Shh, shh.
Tyson: Yo, what was up with you and that crab?
Hector: He was praying.
I know, but what was he saying?
I wasn't talking in English.
Duh, what did it mean?
I just wanted to tell him that I was sorry
and I was bringing him back to his family.
That's funny, back to his family.
J.J.: What's funny?
About those crabs have real families
Maybe they do.
How long you been working here?
Too long. 13 years.
Tyson: Why you do this?
Well, I almost quit a couple years ago.
I'd taken a bunch of kids up to this roller skating rink.
While I was getting a couple of sodas
one of the boys that was with me got into a fight
with some dudes from north station.
Before I could stop it they had killed him,
stabbed him in his neck.
Yeah, he bleed to death in my arms.
It was almost too much for me.
I just thought you was old school.
You old school?
Yeah, but that was before crack.
Back in the day, it was smack and fists.
We didn't have 9s and 45s and all that.
Smack's back, baby.
( pager beeps )
I gotta make a call. I'll be back.
He's a weird fuckin' dude.
Tyson: What you mean?
I don't trust him.
We should call him Gay J. Ain't no OG.
Bao: Shut up Hector, he's cool.
OG's West coast anyway.
Yo, get your own, man. I don't want your germs.
Woman: Now C, I raised you and I can raise him too.
Pearl, that boy is a drug dealer, I'm telling ya.
C!
Tyson.
Sit down.
Now your aunt C says that you
and some of your friends--
now I don't want to believe this,
but I said that I would handle it.
Now she said that you've been hanging out there
on Lime Street.
Now I know you wouldn't be hanging out over there.
I ain't been hanging on no Lime Street.
I got-- I got a job.
Pearl, he is lying through his teeth.
Now I've seen him with all this money.
Look at that gold.
I'm working.
Now I know you wouldn't be hanging out over there.
He's just like his father. He's a strong man.
Mm-hmm.
Tyson, I am sick. Now do you want me to die?
Oh, Pearl, please, would you...
Sorry, I need to go to work.
Have you been hanging out on Lime Street?
No. Gotta go.
Zip your jacket up.
You call that raising him? Zip your jacket up?
Shit.
What's up?
Yo, Bao, we're rolling.
- What a piece of shit car. - It's better than walking.
Hector: Now get in, man. We're gonna get some bitches.
Bitches? ( barks )
Bao: Take a right.
Now pull over, pull over.
Yo, we shouldn't do this right here.
I got angels looking out for us.
Man: * Party's in motion
* Fills the air like smoke *
* as I rub you down with lotion *
* As I touch you moan in ecstasy *
* Come and get next to me
* Because you know who the best will be... *
This motherfucker's crazy.
Nigger's name means storm and shit.
Can't leave no mistake,
we gonna make our mark.
- PG-13, bullshit's over. - Oh, yeah.
LSP, motherfucker, wait till they see this shit.
Yeah, I want to find them girls.
Yeah, get 'em to suck our penises.
It's dicks.
Penises.
Tyson: Y'all ready?
Ready for what?
The time of your lives.
- Hi, Tyson. - Hi.
Where'd you all get the whip?
It's Bao's uncle's.
Yeah, it's my uncle's car.
My mother don't want me riding around
with niggers that steal cars.
Come on, Tisha. We didn't steal it.
Someone left it in front of Bao's house
so we borrowed it.
Let me see the key.
( laughs )
So tired. You are so tired.
She's fucking corny, man.
Bitch.
- LSP, bitch. - Bitch.
( horn honks )
Ty, yo, man, let me drive, man.
No, fuck that. You don't know how to drive.
- Let him drive. - What for?
- Let him drive, man, shit. I want to, too. - All right. Cool.
Hey, the windows all foggy man.
- Wipe 'em. - Do me a favor.
Take the cat out your pocket and wipe that window.
No, Bao...
Why don't you just take your bean out of your pocket
- and wipe it. - Shut the fuck up, dog.
My cousin works right here. He steals rims.
- Tyson: Oh, shit. - Just be cool.
He can't see back here 'cause of our lights.
- Oh, shit. - Yo, we gotta jet.
- Oh shit. - Just be cool. Act normal.
He can't see back here. Just be cool.
- Just back up, man! - Don't back up, man.
- Chill, just calm down. - Oh, shit.
- Oh, shit!
Hector: Fuck!
- Whoa, Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Let me go!
What is this?
What the hell is this? Get your ass up here.
Get your ass down there. Turn around.
What, you out for a joyride with the fellas? Huh?
What's your name? What is your name?
Where you from?
- Vietnam. - Vietnam, huh?
Where you live now?
Vietnam.
Vietnam? That's fuckin' funny.
Listen to me, Ho Chi Min.
I haven't got time for this horse shit.
I'll kick your ass all the way back to Saigon
before you can say Rice-A-Roni.
Now what's your fuckin' name?
You stupid, huh?
- What's your name? - Bao.
What are you? Are you a Red Shirt?
I don't know nothing about this.
- This isn't a stolen car. - Just shut the fuck up.
Get your ass down there.
Smart ass.
You don't know anything about it?
We'll see about that.
( dispatcher talking on police radio )
So it's going to be a long night, huh?
( tea kettle whistling )
Well I want some tea. Would you like a cup?
( sings in Vietnamese )
( speaks Spanish )
Woman: Nino...
Do you want to buy my gun?
You scared of me? Don't be.
I'm not gonna hurt anyone.
Want to buy it?
Tyson: Ain't got that kind of loot.
You're friends with my boy Hector, right?
I could do anything for a trade.
Anything.
What do you mean, a trade?
Whatever make you feel good.
That ain't even right.
How could you do this to your kids?
( crying )
Don't you tell me what's right for my kids!
I do everything I fuckin' can!
Best I can.
Que pasa, mama? What are you crazy?
Put it down.
Put it down, Ma.
Put it down.
Ma, put it down.
( sobbing ) I'm sorry.
( gunshot )
Woman: Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna run?
Where you gonna hide?
Nowhere.
Because there's no one like you left.
Yes, my friend's mother just shot herself
at 23 Woodbine Road.
No, no, I'm at a payphone.
I'm not fucking around. Ain't no phone at his house.
Just come quick.
( man singing rock music )
Man: Yo, Uzi man, what's up, man?
Where's my shit?
Man: Yo, man, I don't have all your money
Uzi: What the fuck is that, you don't have it?
Man: Excuses are monuments to nothing.
Drop it, motherfucker!
( gunshot )
( man laughs )
Tyson...
I'm sending you to your aunt C's, okay?
She gonna take care of you for a while.
Tyson, I can't take this no more.
My pressure's up, baby.
Where's my clothes at?
We found these in your clothes.
So you want to be a drug dealer, don't ya?
- That's not mine! - You want to be a big man, don't ya?
You want to be a big man right now, don't ya?
( all shouting )
- C, don't hurt him! - You have no respect!
Don't hurt him, C! Tyson!
(door closes )
Yo, thanks.
You stink.
I knew I'd find you up here.
I've got to go to the system. ???
I hate that shit.
New mother and a new father.
Fuck that.
It was crazy last night, man.
I'm sorry, bro.
I think she's in the hospital.
She'll be all right.
What's gonna happen to your sister
and your brother?
Aunt Dia says,
at least they can eat, you know.
I'm being taken care of by Derick's crew.
He's gonna be moving me out to some other apartment.
You wanna come?
Me and you? We're family now.
Derick gave me some pagers.
Me and you all the way.
Make some loot and buy our own apartment.
- This is phat. - You like it?
Hell, yeah. Thanks, man.
Sure you a'ight?
Yeah, let's go to work.
Yo, Hector, man,
we should go down to the gas station,
not down Lime.
I seen Tommy and them.
Did they see you?
Just another week.
Then we'll split to New York.
The Big Apple.
Freeze, motherfucker!
Uzi: Remember me, long gone?
( gunshots )
Fuck.
Shit!
That's fuckin' one lucky bitch.
Well, I guess that just leaves you and me, bitch.
( laughs )
( horn honks )
Who's talking all that shit now?
( howling )
Get into the chair.
Boy: Fuckin' chair, nigger!
Get the fuck up.
Where's the rest of my shit?!
What the fuck?
Yo, let's mark this nigger.
Now this might hurt a little bit.
( screams )
Now say you're a faggot.
I'm a faggot. I'm a punk.
- Just let me go! - ( laughter)
- You heard that sucker? - Fuckin' faggot.
Want a smoke?
Yo, take that shit.
- Faggot. - Take it, bitch.
- No. - Yo, take this shit.
No.
Put it out.
Now you know smoking is bad for your health.
- Boy: Put it out, nigger. - Oh, shit.
Yo, give him another one.
Have a cigarette.
Are you fuckin' happy now?
- Have another. - No.
Fuckin' kill me, all right?
Can't do that bitch. Gonna send your ass back.
How much are you talking now, dog?!
Chill, chill, chill. Check it.
Oh, shit.
( laughter and shouting )
Yeah.
- Yeah! - ( all laughing )
What's up now?!
Uzi: Look at him! Look at him!
Hit that nigger again! Hit him again!
Hit that shit again!
One more time, bro! Do that shit!
( flashback voices )
( pager beeps )
( flashback continues )
( yells )
( pager beeps )
Hector, fuck. Yeah, I'm listening.
Said he'd get our shit back?
I'll be there.
J.J.: But I see more than a smart little brother
who's turning into a man overnight.
I think you're in more than you let on.
But I see more than a smart little brother
who's turning into a man over night.
I think you're in more than you let on.
But I see more than a smart little brother
who's turning into a man...
I see more than a smart little brother...
Hector: What are you thinking about?
Ty: Dying.
Hector: Don't think about that.
Think about what it'll be like when we get our money back.
Move to New York.
Pretend you can hear the train.
Can't be too bad. Got to be better than this.
You miss your mother?
No, I don't.
Sounds fucked up but it's true.
I didn't tell you she had AIDS, huh?
I knew she was gonna die.
I was ready for it.
I think I know what to do.
How bad can dying be, if you do it right?
Ran over, shot, anything,
as long as it's quick.
As long as I ain't drowning.
I can't deal with being able to see air
and not breathe.
Or being on fire,
be all crispy.
You got my back?
Mad deep. We should sleep.
After tomorrow we'll be straight.
Derick's been looking out for me
ever since I was a little kid.
I think we should forget about everything,
move to New York.
We got to make our loot first.
Yo, let's go sleep in Bao's basement.
He's been popped.
Will you wake up to the situation?
We need to get this. You're squashed.
If you could be a bird, what kind would you be?
I don't know, never thought about it.
If you had to pick out of a crow or a seagull,
which one would you pick?
I'd be a bald eagle and fly to New York.
Have you ever seen an eagle?
- No. - So pick.
A crow or a seagull?
I'd be a crow.
- 'Cause they creepy as shit. - You're wrong.
You should have picked the seagull.
'Cause they can swim and fly.
Yeah, enough of this stupid shit, man.
Go to sleep.
I'm not gonna get my chance to play ball, am I?
Go to sleep, man.
I think I deserve my chance to play ball.
Go to sleep.
I'm right, ain't I? You know I'm right.
Go to sleep, man!
- Tyson: Good night. - Hector: Yeah, good night.
( pager beeping )
It's Derick.
It's show time.
Let's go.
- What's up? - How you doing?
I'm all right.
Hey, dude.
- So, which one was it? - I'm not even sure.
- He ain't fluking me, is he? - No, D.
Look, man, all we're gonna do is just talk to them, a'ight?
And get our stuff back.
Yo, I just wanted to be squash.
What's up Tommy?
- ( gunshot ) - Shit.
Oh, shit!
Oh, shit! ( whimpering)
You come up in my house, fuck with my shit, nigger?!
With my shit?!
Who's afraid now?
Fuck!
Shit!
Motherfucker! Tommy!
( siren wailing )
Hello, J.J., what's up?
It's Ty.
Yeah, well I'm here. Can you come and get me?
Yo, man, I'm scared. I'm bugging out, yo.
They're gonna get me.
I'm on Hamilton off of Boulder.
Yeah, all right.
( flashback )
J.J.: I think you're in more than you let on.
There's something you don't want me to know.
I think you're in more than you let on.
But I see more than a smart little brother
who's turning into a man overnight.
Derick: Now we're through.
Mother: Want to buy my gun?
Derick: You come into my house
and fuck with my shit, nigger?!
With my shit?!
J.J.: Turning into a man overnight.
Derick: Now we're through.
Run me over! Run me the fuck over, man!
Fuckin' kill me!
Fucking run me over, man! Come on!
Run me over, man.
It's all right. It's all right.
I got him. It's all right, Ty.
Ty, you okay? You all right?
What are you doing out here?
Come on, let's go.
( tires screeching )
Move back, bitch.
J.J.: You don't want to do that.
- Don't do it. - Move!
- It's not gonna happen. - Hey, shoot.
It's not gonna happen. You're not gonna do this.
- ( siren wailing ) - This is not the way I told you, Jesus.
Please, don't do this.
You better watch your ass, motherfucker.
You're not gonna do this.
Your ass is mine, now, bitch.
Okay, let's go. Let's go.
Tyson: Hey J., it wasn't Derick's shit.
It was mine.
- J.J.: What? - It was mine.
We went to get our shit back and squash him
but Derick just went buck wild.
No, no, no names. Don't tell me no names.
He just kept shooting man. Pop, pop, pop.
He said he knew him, but Derick just kept shooting.
That's not what he said he was gonna do.
It's not what he said he was gonna do.
They gonna kill me now.
All right. What do you want me to do?
Just take me to the hospital.
I need a doctor. I'm sick real bad, man.
Okay, the hospital.
Man: I'm listening to you.
Let's start all over again.
Tyson. I said my name was Tyson.
Ty for short, dog.
Okay, Ty, when were you born?
- Call me Tyson. - Fine, Tyson.
- How old are you? - 14.
How do you feel right now?
I'm gonna die, aren't I?
What makes you say that?
They'll get me in here, too.
They shoot you just to get me.
They won't shoot J.J. He got respect.
He's old school.
Are you gonna help me?
Yes.
Did you lock the door?
Yes. You're safe.
Can you tell me about your friends?
Hector's my friend.
No way, so fuck him.
J.J.'s my friend.
- How did you meet Hector? - Hector's a punk.
He made me do everything.
It was all his ideas.
Did you lock the door?
If you don't believe me,
feel free to check it yourself.
Hey!
Hector! Hector!
Hector.
Are you gonna shoot me?
I didn't know it was you.
I'm only here 'cause Tyson wanted me to find you.
I thought you was 5-0 or something.
I thought you might want to visit him.
Maybe come in from the cold yourself.
Where is he?
In the hospital.
What happened? He get shot or something?
No. He put himself there.
Look, Hector,
you're the only one on the street.
Derick and Uzi are both in lockdown.
Well, if you need anything, let me know, all right?
Sure.
Thanks for the 411.
Peace out.
Hector: I came to get you out of here.
I snuck in a full fifth past the metal detectors.
We got some bus tickets going to New York.
And Derick's gonna call some dudes in New York
to take care of us.
No man, Derick ain't got nobody's back but his own.
He don't give a fuck about anything
except his own shit.
No, Hector, I ain't going.
Come on, T.
Ain't nobody gonna get you, man.
It's over. Let's just go.
Hector, I still feel sick.
I'll be well though.
Yeah, but I'm not going back on them streets.
No, I'm not.
Tell Bao I said what's up.
I came to take you away from this place.
Yeah, I'm not ready to go out there.
I'm not going out there.
Not yet, man. I ca-can't, not yet.
I love you, brother.
I love you too, bro.
Yo, Hector, I got to ask you something.
What?
Thought we was deep
but you ran and left me there all by myself.
I was a punk, man.
Came to get you out.
It's all right now.
Ty: Hey, Doc, what's wrong with me?
Doc: I'm gonna level with you, Ty.
I think what you feel
is a sort of post traumatic stress disorder.
Ty: What you mean?
Doc: Well, often when people live through things
that turn everything upside down,
like surviving a plane crash or a war,
they begin to feel differently.
They feel the way you do right now
after seeing what you've see living right here.
What's up?
J, can I talk to you for a second?
- Sure. - In private.
Do me a favor and close your eyes.
Hector, don't play games with me.
I won't, just close your eyes.
Put your hands over your face.
Okay.
Now you can open them.
Hector: Hey, somebody left a gun in here.
Oh, shit, and some crack too.
What a neighborhood, huh?
I leave the window open in the van
and someone throws a gun through it.
Come on, let's get out.
I'll let you do the honors.
It's a big step, Hector.
I think you better check your pockets,
someone might have planted something on you
while you weren't looking.
Yeah.
Damn,
this neighborhood's really rough.
Some folks wouldn't believe it's possible.
I guess so.
I'm proud of you, man.
- I'll check you. - All right, Hector.
Man: Next.
Man: * Yeah, yo, my PO sent he mere for evaluation *
* You know a head exam
* All right, quick, take a seat *
* And tell me what's on your ( echoes ) mind *
( man rapping )