So Ella got your team into the mayor's citywide tournament?
- What was your summer league record? - 0 and 10.
- Well, where's your coach? - We're kind of in between coaches.
R.C.'s brother coached us a few games, then there was this dude, Pumpkin.
But he had his own problems. We talking to Pat Riley now.
Let me ask you something.
What does ('MB stand for'?
I mean, that's what you call yourselves, right?
That's not the team's name, that's just us.
The team's The Martin Luther Kings, named after the rec.
But what does ('MB stand for'?
Crenshaw Mafia Brothers!
Word up.
- CMB, baby! - Crenshaw is a boulevard in Los Angeles.
How'd you come by that name?
We saw Boyz 'N' the Hood, got it from there.
That's the gang in Boyz 'N' the Hood. Do you consider yourself a gangster?
What? That's a dumb question?
Deandre, I want to ask you about something you wrote.
Yo, did Boo say he was coming?
Hold up, Deandre. I want to ask you about something you wrote.
"Those silent screams...
"and broken dreams.
"Addicts, junkies, and pushers, and fiends.
"Crowded spaces and sad faces...
"never look back as the police chase us.
"Consumed slowly by chaos, a victim of the streets..."
"Hungry for knowledge, but afraid to eat."
"A life of destruction. It seems no one cares."
"A man-child alone, with burdens to bear."
Wow.
You wrote this at Boys' Village?
I was locked up. Yeah.
Ma gave that to you?
This is good, Deandre.
- Is it a rap? - Just something I wrote.
Yo, Boo, what up?
What up, man?
So your mother's doing good since she got outta rehab, isn't she?
Yeah.
- You playing, or what? - Yeah, man. Put me in.
Deandre, can I ask you about Tyreeka?
- What about her? - You preparing yourself for fatherhood?
Come on, man. Come on! Get me in here.
- You were going the last time, too. - What the hell? Give me these.
- What's this? - You shoot.
Bob Brown, coming up now!
Come on, let's roll. Close it down, shut it down.
All right, now. Y'all ready?
Here it is!
- Man, I'm going upstairs. - Hey, I want to pick my room!
- I will fill all this up, watch. - The whole house?
The room down the hall is yours.
- This room here is mine. - The hell it is, Andre!
- You said I could have my own room. - Not the biggest one.
Come on, you take this room over here.
Oh, man!
All right, yeah!
Yeah, boy!
- Ma, this house is right! - Yeah?
Well, money gonna be tight. Most of my check gotta go to the rent.
I gotta see about getting me a job.
That would be real good.
- How do you like your room, DeRodd? - I got that whole room to myself?
- A|| to yourself. - I like it.
You all right?
Hey, Fat Curt!
Hey, House.
- Been a while. - Yeah, man.
Look, something I want to give you, man.
- It's from Bread's funeral. - Bread's funeral?
Yeah, man. There weren't too many old heads represented that day.
I meant to go.
Nice service though, man. I thought you might want that.
Look at him, in his army uniform.
Look, man. I gotta go. Take care of yourself.
Bye.
My hours have been cut back. I can see things are slowing all around.
I just think you can give me more hours.
Gary, by now there ain't no crab season left.
- I know. - I'll have you back next summer for sure.
Next summer? Come on.
I can keep you on this Sunday, and next, but that's it.
Sorry, Gary, but that's the way this business goes.
I know, but you could...
- Need some help? - I'm looking for the manager.
I'm the assistant manager. What do you need?
They're hiring?
We're not hiring now, but you can fill an application.
Why should I, if y'all ain't hiring?
When it gets closer to Christmastime, we'll be hiring then.
Yeah, all right.
Come on, hustle. Pass that ball.
There you go. Let's go.
- Fuck that. - Come on.
You from the Martin Luther King rec center?
- Where's your coach? - I'm coach.
- Yeah, he like a player coach. - No.
You gotta have a real coach, if you're gonna play this tournament.
We're looking for another coach.
You're gonna have to forfeit this game till you get one.
- Hold up, hold up! - Come on!
Look, I heard problems about these boys.
We can beat them!
- I'm telling you, I've seen them before. - I know.
Okay, that's your call.
All right, fellows. We're gonna let you play today.
But you gonna need an adult coach by the next game...
- or else you're gonna forfeit. Okay? - Cool.
Now, let's do this.
Hope y'all fools came to play.
All right, we ain't win one game yet.
Miss Ella was kind enough to make us these T-shirts.
You gonna go out here and win one for her. All right?
- Done. - A|| right. Start lining up.
Turk, Boo, R.C., Deandre, and Dinky.
All right, you're gonna sit on the bench. Ready?
- Let's see you hype it up. - CMB!
One, two, three.
Good press. Keep on playing!
Foul, 23 black!
That's bullshit!
25 cents. Pay at the scores table.
- What? - Profanity is a 25-cent fine.
- No, fuck that. - Make it 50 cents.
- Suck my dick! - 75!
Yo, Dre! Come on, man! Come on!
Just play the game.
Suck my motherfucking dick!
Hey, 23! Make it a buck.
- I'm throwing in the M.F. for free. - I ain't paying.
Then you ain't playing.
- To hell with this shit. - Pay the fucking fine, man!
Dinky, let's go.
Come on, man. This ain't shit!
Forget it, stay.
Play ball.
Play the game!
Get in there, Brooks.
They don't even need to play!
Let him go, man!
If you apologize and pay the fine...
That man was only enforcing the rules. That's his job.
Miss Ella, I don't want to say anything to disrespect you...
but I ain't apologizing for what I am to anybody.
You were wrong to curse that man.
You know that, Deandre.
If I pay the fine, will you apologize, and stay with the team?
We ain't much of a team, anyway.
You cannot go your whole life being afraid to extend yourself.
I ain't afraid.
As soon as they saw us coming with our homemade jerseys and all...
they figured we was just a bunch of broke-ass West Side niggers.
That's all we was to them.
I grew up in this neighborhood, the same as you.
Let me tell you what I learned when I saw a little bit more of the world.
Not everybody is out there to judge you badly, all right?
For those who are, that gives you no reason to beat them to the punch.
Deandre, look at me.
I know you have a better heart than what you show people.
I know it.
Blue?
4hr, girl! - Hey. YQLITSBPH.
Look at you! Turn around, let me see!
You look good!
So what's going on? You going to meetings now?
Let me tell you what happened, all right?
You'll laugh. I'm on Monroe Street. This cop walks up to me, and says:
"What's your name?" I say, "George Epps."
- You told him? - I thought I could!
I hadn't done anything lately.
So he runs a check, and as it turned out, I had violated my probation.
- I had an outstanding warrant, I forgot! - Man, Blue!
Even the cop had to say, "Why'd you tell me your real name?"
So, off to jail I went.
I detoxed in there, and when I came out...
I just couldn't go back and stay at that house.
So I gathered up my paints and things, went over to the South Baltimore Station.
- You know that shelter they got there? - But who's at your house?
Rita...
Fat Curt...
All of them.
How long you been clean?
Three months, including detox.
That's good for you, girl. That's good for you.
Everybody, we're ready to start the meeting...
so can you take your seats, please?
Find seats.
Can I have the reading of "Who's an Addict?"
Five stitches.
- Can you still play? - I can play. She ain't cut the muscle.
She just cut a little bit of the skin and the meat right there.
Peaches, though, she just too fucking jealous, man.
Come after me with a damn blade. She thinks I'm messing with Deena...
which I am, but still, you know what I'm saying?
I bet, if somebody was shooting at you...
and you move your hand just right, you could block the bullet.
With your hand, with the side of your hand. You could block that shit.
I'm saying the bullet will bounce off the side of your bone. Like this here.
Bullet's coming.
Just hit it right there.
How're you gonna move faster than a bullet?
If you move fast enough, man, you can block that shit.
Man, you as high as shit.
Whatever.
What's up, ya'||?
Where'd you come from, Boo?
- Home. - Home? What're you doing at home?
Hitting that pipe.
Told you, I think Boo be on that rock, man.
- Quit playing, man. - Don't lie, Boo.
- You be sucking that glass dick. - I ain't messing with that shit.
Where you be half that time? Missing practice and shit?
Fuck you all. Just be at home.
Let me holler at you a minute.
What up, Cuz?
Brooks and these other boys, they're too young.
They keep messing up. They got so many excuses why the money ain't right.
You want this done right, you need to be on the corner with me.
But I can't do that, Dinky.
- I got a child coming, man. - I understand all that.
- But we can't be losing money. - Matter of fact...
after we finish with this package here, that's it for a while.
- No more dealing. - A|| right.
I can't be locked up when my baby born, man.
Boy, you know what time it is?
I said, do you know what time it is?
- Damn, Ma, don't you ever sleep? - It's 4:00 in the morning.
Come here, come up here.
You're smelling like weed.
I will not be having this, Andre, not in this house!
Yeah, well... what do you want me to do?
Your breath smell like alcohol.
From now on, there's going to be a curfew.
Your ass in this house by midnight, every night, you understand me?
Yeah, all right.
You think I'm joking?
If I smell this shit on you again, I'm calling your probation agent...
and you're getting piss-tested.
They find the weed in your system...
you'll be back on home monitoring, just like you was with Aunt Jackie.
You're gonna snitch me out?
If you're not in this house by midnight, Andre...
yes, I will.
Who's the foreman?
- I see y'all rehabing these houses? - 40 units, right.
- Who's the developer? - It's a nonprofit thing, grant money.
- What they selling for? - $50,000 and up.
I used to do this, you know, rehabing houses.
- I mean, if you're hiring... - I got everybody I need right now.
- I really had a company. - No kidding.
I got everybody I need, excuse me.
- You worked for the telephone company? - For five years.
And then for a temp agency after that.
But there's no work history for the last eight years.
That's right.
My marriage ended about that time...
and I had to go on public assistance to support my son...
and then I had my second child.
What I'm determined to do now is to get back to work...
because I miss that feeling of earning a paycheck.
I admire you for that.
Thank you.
Let's see.
It's a cashier's position.
Pay is $6 an hour.
I need to talk to you.
Excuse me a second.
I need me a cigarette.
Denise Francine Boyd.
- Yes. - Recognize me?
No.
You were barred from this store a couple of years back for shoplifting.
I told you never to show your face here again.
Remember now?
Reeka!
Tyreeka, let me holler at you!
Holler all you want. I don't care.
Come on, girl!
Stop walking.
I've been calling your house.
You're carrying my son, we should be talking.
Who said son?
- How you know it's not going to be a girl? - I just know.
Whatever.
If you think I'm messing with other girls, you're wrong.
Reeka, let's go.
You know Ma got us a new house?
Over on Harlem Avenue.
So?
I'm looking for a job, too.
Got another cigarette?
Let me light that.
Thanks.
- It was a good meeting. - Yeah.
Usually, I go to the ones up at James McHenry.
I'm Marvin.
How you doing, Marvin?
I'm better now.
What's your name?
Fran.
Black, guess what?
Deena says she's pregnant.
Yeah. You was the first, but you ain't the only.
You gotta get your shit together if you're gonna be a father.
Of course, definitely, come on!
Do Peaches know?
I ain't told her, I know that.
That's him.
Who?
Nigger who robbed me and my brother.
This nigger?
Motherfucker!
Shit. Yo.
Do you know who you're fucking with? CMB, bitch!
Yeah, motherfucker!
You motherfucker!
Asshole!
You made my fucking shoe come off!
Yeah, boy.
- CMB. - Bitch.
Take your motherfucking clothes, too.
Yeah, he looked like the one anyway.
Say what?
Look like?
I'm saying, that might be the same boy.
Boo, you're an asshole, man!
Man, what time you got?
11:30. What's up?
I got to go. I'll see you all tomorrow.
You're so fucking stupid, man.
Welcome to the show. That's the Dog Pound over there!
And tonight, we have 37 people who were all ironically fired from KFC...
for doing chicken wrong. I can't believe it.
Welcome to the show. I'm your host. My name is Arsenic.
Ma, you should talk to Reeka.
She's still acting like she don't want nothing to do with me.
Yeah, I need to talk with her.
She should feel like she's part of this family.
Tell her to stop by this weekend.
You tell her. We ain't talking.
You ain't talking? She got your child, don't she?
What up, Bryan?
- You got all them bullets out? - A|| except the one in my leg.
You got a souvenir there.
I must be losing my motherfucking mind.
Motherfucker, where's my stash?
What's up, Curt?
I can't find my stash.
It ain't where you left it?
I can't remember where that is.
Maybe somebody snatched.
Yeah, but from where?
Hey, Gary!
Up here, man!
Tony!
What's up, man?
Tony, you working here?
Yeah, how about that?
I asked them for work, they said they had none.
How did you get hired?
Just walking down the street. Man calls out:
"You want a job?"
Just like that.
Right place at the right time.
Couldn't figure how to say no.
What have they got you doing?
Carrying shit.
Maybe you can put in a word for me.
Sure, but you know...
give me some time, make sure I don't fuck it up for myself.
What're you doing down this way?
- Don't act surprised. - What do you mean?
I ain't here to see you, no way.
So you came all this way just to see my mother?
Yeah.
Come on, girl, give me a hug.
Are you taking care of yourself and my grandchild?
- He's moving around a lot. - Nothing wrong with that.
Have you been to see a doctor yet?
Not yet.
We need to do that. Make sure everything is going okay.
I'm gonna go with you all.
What kind of things will I need when the baby gets born?
I know, like a bassinet, right?
Yeah, lots of clothes. I'm gonna help out with all that.
How do you intend to help, Dre?
With money.
I'm gonna do good by my son.
Your son?
- He swears it's gonna be a boy. - Lord have mercy.
- Ain't got no use for a little girl. - Whatever, Dre.
Listen, I'm gonna run down to the store and get a couple of sodas.
Why don't you and Reeka have a little talk while I'm gone?
Why you acting like this?
You know I'm done with Chanel. We been broke up.
But that's not what Peaches be saying.
Peaches don't know. I ain't been with her since...
Damn, I don't even know when.
For real.
Listen, Reeka...
things are different.
I'm ready to do right.
Thought you were sleeping.
No, man, I can't sleep. I feel like shit.
Did you come here for me?
I heard you fell out.
You're a good man, Gary.
Anything I can get you?
How about a bag of red-top?
What did the doctor say?
There're talking about dragging my ass off to some nursing home.
Some place where people go to die and shit.
You're gonna die?
Couple of months.
It could be more if I stop shooting dope.
You've been out there on Monroe and Fayette since forever, man.
Ever since I was a little kid working at Lendler's, I mean...
You used to pull up in that Cadillac with the extra cones.
Yes, Lord.
Mr. Curt was the bomb.
Mr. Curt, I'm finished!
Did you do the rims, boy?
Young'un don't miss a trick.
The workingest little man.
- Come on now. - You're giving me $20?
Yeah, but look at me.
Who's gonna love me?
You know, every mother's son got to have some love.
But who's gonna love me?
I can't even say I had it bad, 'cause fuck it...
I had me a good life.
I mean, I love to shoot dope.
This right here...
This right here is how it ends, Gary.
Listen to me.
Go back to doing the things you was doing with that money and jobs and all.
You get your ass off them corners.
You hear me?
Hey, Gary.
How're you feeling?
My doctor here.
Go watch the hallway while I do this.
Got one of them plastic straws all ready and waiting.
Direct deposit.
This shit is the bomb.
Ain't no good dope out here no more.
It's all just chemicals.
Curt, you talk...
the same shit every day, don't you?
The doctor said if Curt quit drugging and all...
he might have more time.
Time for what?
- How many people knew you had the TV? - Everybody in the neighborhood.
'Cause we show children's videos every Friday afternoon for the kids...
and movies for the older ones every Friday night.
It was probably someone who knew what they were after.
- Not any of my kids. - That's not the case.
- You work here? - I volunteer, teaching art.
All kids here have a lot of respect for Miss Ella.
- They know better than to steal from her. - It wasn't my kids. I know what much.
I'll file a report. Do you have insurance?
I'm not sure. I have to check with the association...
because it was a used TV that was donated.
- What happened? - Somebody took the TV and VCR.
They broke in through the window, it looks like.
I'm sorry to hear that, Miss Ella.
You heard anything about it?
I'm gonna look around back.
I'll join you.
This is fucked up, you know.
I got them Jumbo 60s, baby. They're right as rain.
- Spider bags, here. - No, I'm doing that no more.
Girl, you're looking good.
Looking real good.
Come take a walk with me, Gary. How're you doing?
I'm all right. You dropping by the old neighborhood for a visit?
I'm stopping by to see how Stevie and them are doing.
- You ready for some news? - What?
You are gonna have a grandson.
You're gonna be a grand-daddy.
Your son is having a son all his own.
- With that girl he been with? - Yeah, Tyreeka.
Now you want another shock?
I just got me a job.
At this factory way out in the county, Hunt Valley.
They put together these makeup kits.
It's damn near two hours by bus, but I got it.
I did it.
I got the job.
That's real good.
Think you can let me hold $10?
Is that Daddy?
Why don't you let me call over at BRC? Get you put on the list for a bed?
I'm tight with the girl that does intake there.
I'm just asking you for $10.
- I never turned you down when I had money. - But I don't have it to spare.
This new house we're at now...
I'm renting from a friend, but it still costs me $255...
and I got to still cover groceries, DeRodd needs school clothes...
and with this new baby coming, I ain't got it.
Forget it. Never mind.
You're right.
So, when's the baby due?
December, the doctor said.
Thanks for letting me know.
I can always use a little good news.
Oh, Jesus!
What's going on?
You tell me.
Nothing much.
Why you ain't at work?
Work? I... uh... shoot.
Sparrows Point.
I'm between things right now.
You know what?
I got to go because I left something out there.
Not you, baby.
Andre!
I'm in the kitchen!
I got that job.
- Ma, I need new shoes. - Goddamn, I don't even start till Monday!
Seriously, that's good about the job.
- I'm proud you're doing what you're doing. - Thank you, baby.
Now, what're you gonna do?
We ain't at the Dew Drop no more, baby.
Here, you got to earn your keep.
You ain't gonna stay here just eating, sleeping, and running the streets.
What do you mean? I'm in the house by midnight.
Either you go to school or you get a job.
You hear me, Andre?
Excuse me.
Y'all hiring?
- How old are you? - 16.
I need a job bad.
I thought I'd be the only one out here.
Why would you think that?
'Cause it's 6:00 in the morning.
You'll get used to it.
Today, I'm gonna do your laundry...
and after that, I'm gonna wash your car and mow the lawn.
Who are you, and what have you done with our son?
I forgot how much bullshit goes with having a job.
Yeah, the bullshit's worse than actual work.
Like when I was at the phone company?
Those women would laugh and laugh...
about shit what just wasn't even funny.
But because them white women were running the place...
I'd be laughing my ass off right along with them.
Yo, Ma! Check me out.
Look at you.
I want you to meet somebody. This is Marvin.
He catches meetings with me over at the church.
That's my son, Andre.
What's up?
All right.
So, tell me, how did your first day go? What happened?
They got me clearing tables and cleaning up to start.
But the manager said if that goes well...
I could work at a grill or the register.
And they're not even making you cut them things off?
Andre, I swear you're turning back into my child again.
No, I'm a working man.
And I'm gonna show you by helping out with the bills.
First I've got to save up for a bassinet.
You know, maybe some toys, baby clothes, and stuff.
So you're for real about this, finally.
Yeah.
Got to be a father to my son.
You hauled this thing down here yourself?
Sure did.
200 pounds, bulk metal only.
Here you go. $2.
Every little bit helps.
Looking for somebody?
A friend of mine, Tony. He working for you last week.
Tony got locked up.
- Excuse me? - That's what I heard.
What did he get locked up for?
How the fuck do I know?
You need another day laborer?
I got everybody I need today.
Why do I need you to steal my car?
Me and Will will make it so no one will ever see this car again.
- Not police, insurance company... - What's the blue book on it?
$1,500 or so, $250 deductible.
That leaves you with $1,200 at least. Give me and Will $50...
and you can keep the rest of that money to put down a new ride.
How do I know you ain't full of shit?
I report the car stolen.
Three days later, police come telling me it's down at impound lot.
Then they charge me to tow it home. Bullshit.
Come on, trust me, Chief.
You give it to us, she ain't coming back.
We're going to recycle the motherfucker.
- What if they ask whose car it is? - Tell them it's mine.
If they ask for proof?
They just make you sign a form if it's older than '86.
You've got it all figured out.
It came to me one day, $50 from the owner, $40 for the bulk metal.
A lot of people parting with their old cars, gotta get rid of them.
- Some caper. You rewrote the game. - You know I'm the guy to do it.
Don't let the trash get that full before you empty it.
Make sure it's full.
Sometimes those bags burst, and you don't want that.
I see a lot of tables that need to be wiped down.
- Do that first? - First the tables, then the trash bags.
Shorty, get me a soda from the icebox.
You don't have to get it, let him get it.
You got a problem?
No.
- Then watch your tone of voice. - Watch my tone of voice in my own house?
I'll get you a soda. I don't care.
Why are you even here? Ma's at work.
- Get used to that. - What do you mean?
I'm moving in. I'm going to be staying with your mother for a while.
Moving in here? Bullshit.
When she come home, ask her.
After that there'|| be no more of cussing me, so get it out of your system now.
You hear me?
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- How's it going at Wendy's? - A|| right.
- What day you work last? - Saturday.
I keep asking the manager for more hours, but she don't do it.
What about that bankroll you're carrying?
I just saw you out there with your cousin.
What, got back to slinging coke?
He owed me that since September.
I'm supposed to believe you ain't hustling, as much time as you spend on the streets.
I ain't hustling. What about you?
When did you last go to Narcotics Anonymous?
I'm the parent. You're the child. I don't need to explain myself to you.
- You stopped going to the meetings. - I don't need it no more.
Them people up at that church chase meetings like they chased dope.
All they're about are being ex-drug addicts. I'm past that.
Yeah, all right.
Get back at him.
Don't make me have to beat both your asses.
You all want to hear some crazy shit?
- Peaches saying she's pregnant, man. - Seriously?
That means Deena and her are pregnant?
No, I'm saying, she's just saying it. That might be coming from jealousy.
The bitch don't look no heavier, know what I'm saying?
- What if it's the truth? - Then I'll handle my shit like a man.
I don't give a fuck.
Fuck that. Don't you know who you're talking to?
You all got to move on. This is our corner.
- What? - Y'all standing on our corner.
- Your corner? - You talking to us?
Y'all standing on our corner. Y'all got to move.
Don't be standing here tomorrow, I'll have something for your punk asses.
Fuck you!
What the hell was that?
He said to get off the corner, it's theirs.
Shit. I got my .9 in the stash house. You wanna go get it?
Them look like D.C. plates. Y'all see that shit?
What you want to do?
Fuck them!
What do you want to do?
- $40 or $50 a car. - Them cars ain't made of metal.
What's up, man?
Check this out, I'm looking for a tout. Y'all trying to work?
I'm paying 2 bills on half a G-pack.
- No, I'm not with it. - I'm with Gee Money today.
All right, straighten up, I'll be here if you'll need some work.
Slip.
That motherfucker can't be from around here if he's giving Hungry a package.
Like I was saying, when that car crusher gets through with it...
it's like a brick, a big metal brick.
Yeah, Gary, that's some real deep thinking.
If you know anybody that need their car disappeared, let me know.
Thing is, Gary, cars disappear whether folks need them to or not.
Look around. Cars all over the place.
It ain't about that.
The car owners make out all right off the insurance.
- Hey, man, did you see that? - Speak of the devil.
They're doing it without me. Hey, Will!
That's my caper.
Well, Gary, you're the nigger with the ideas.
He the nigger with the truck.
It's fucked up.
We ain't doing right...
but how somebody tell us get off the corner when they do the same thing?
That's what I'm saying.
Fuck that. I ain't giving up that corner.
Shit belong to us.
There was nobody out there before us.
If the niggers are for real, they'll be coming back tonight.
What's up? You ain't saying nothing.
Gonna be out there with us or what?
My son's about to be born, man.
So, you want the D.C. niggers to take our corner?
I ain't saying that.
Listen, if somebody gets hurt, that's another story.
If something like that happen, I'm right there with y'all, all right?
All right, cousin.
What's up?
Rollers!
- Man, what's up? - Are you coming to fuck around, R.C.?
Why are you here bullshitting? You're supposed to be there.
- D.C. niggers probably won't even come. - We'll find out, won't we?
Don't fall for your bullshit, like this ain't real.
- I know it's real. - Act like it, then.
- What's going on? - What are you doing over here?
- I came to see what y'all talking about. - You all just don't get it.
This ain't no damn game, man.
Get the fuck out of here!
Dinky!
- Who was shooting? - I don't know.
- You see nobody, no car going by? - That wasn't them.
- Who started shooting? - Don't know. You all right?
- How many was it? - I couldn't tell.
- Boo, you all right? - Yeah.
- You see nobody? - No.
Chill.
What the fuck was that, man?
I'm running, bullets flying right over my head.
How many?
Must've been at least five or six of them.
They ran away like some bitches, too.
D.C. niggers ain't shit.
The niggers were shooting right at me, too.
It's all cool.
I think I bust one of them in the leg.
Me, too. I hit one of them niggers in the arm. I heard him go, "Oh, shit."
Serious.
- Goddamn! - Yeah, Black, you missed it.
I'm telling you, man, they picked the wrong corner to fuck with.
Ma said to come and find you. You gotta go.
What's up?
Reeka's having the baby. Come on, you gotta go.
What are you waiting for, boy? Go ahead.
Come on.
Go handle your biz.
You'll have to start pushing again.
Come on, you doing good, baby. You just gotta push more harder.
You hear me?
You wanna get this baby out, you have to listen to her, okay?
You just need to push more harder, just a little harder, all right?
That's good. Keep going.
- Where in the hell have you been? - I couldn't get a hack.
- How's she doing in there? - Get in there and see.
I think I'll stay out here.
What the hell is wrong with you?
You blunted?
You been smoking weed, ain't you?
Well, if this don't mess with your high, nothing will.
All right. Come on, push.
Push, push harder, Reeka.
You can do this.
The harder you push, the sooner it'll be over.
Come on.
And push. Come on, push with all your might.
You gotta get her to push.
Boy, you gotta talk to her!
Come on again, Reeka.
- Again. - Bear down for 10 seconds.
ONCE more, come on.
Keep it up. One last push.
One last...
It's a boy. Listen to him.
A beautiful Thanksgiving baby.
The Apgars are 9 and 9, and his weight is 7 pounds 8 ounces.
That's a nice size baby for a tiny thing like you.
You should be proud of yourself, you did a great job...
and you have one fine looking son to show for it.
- What are you going to name your son? - DeAnte.
Look, Miss Fran.
Ain't you a sweet thing?
Can I ask you some questions about you and your baby?
Okay.
The first question's a big one.
Do you feel ready?
Ready like how, like what, to be a mother?
Yeah, right.
Ready or not, it's happening. It ain't like I planned it or something.
You don't use condoms when you and Deandre sleep together?
Damn, y'all be askin' everything.
- Don't answer it, if it's too personal. - I'll answer you.
No, he don't like using them things, he say he don't like how they feel.
But I want to answer the question you asked me before.
Yes, I do feel like I'm ready to be a mother...
because I'm gonna give my baby lots of love and my baby'|| love me back.
Miss Freeman?
Yeah.
Everything looks fine, your due date is still the 20th.
- Okay, thank you. - You're welcome.
So what you were saying?
Do you think...
Deandre is ready to be a father?
I know that he ain't the type to turn his back on his child...
or the mother of his child.
'Cause I know him very well, and I do feel like I can say that.
Does that mean...
Do you see a future for you and Deandre together, as your child is growing up?
You know what?
Miss Fran, that's DeAndre's mother...
she's real honest with me when she talks to me...
and she's already told me:
"Don't think that just because you're having his baby..."
"That he's gonna stay with you."
But I know he loves me.
I feel it in my heart...
and I just feel like he's gonna stick by me.
He's gonna be there for me.
And I love him.
Thank you very much.