Original subtitles

(static crackling)

? Loyalty ain't the same ?

? Nah ?

? Born in the dark, ain't no silver spoon ?

? Nah ?

? East Oakland nights where the wolves come soon ?

? Whoa ?

? Mama on the pipe, Pops locked in a tomb ?

? Damn ?

? So we learned real quick ?

? Gotta hustle or lose ?

? Max ?

? Got his first pack, ran plays on the low ?

? Low ?

? OG show love but the price was a toe ?

? Tax ?

? Blood in the water, sharks in control ?

? So he stacked every dollar, put ice on his soul ?

? Frozen ?

? Shaka got money, no time ?

? All these clowns get declined ?

? What ?

? Keep my mind on the paper, can't be broke ?

? Love ain't real so my heart stay ?

(gentle music)

- Welcome back. Come on.

(gentle music continues)

Come in. Come on.

Darnell, what happened to your eye?

- Nothing.

- You did not go to recess with that.

Who did that to you?

- I was walking past the swings

and accidentally got kicked in the eye.

- You wanna stick with that?

(somber music)

(Miss Garcia scoffs)

(foot thuds)

- Watch it, retardo.

(students laughing)

- Darrell, what did I tell you about your language?

(somber music continues)

You know, if anyone's bullying you, you can talk to me.

- It's nothing, Miss Garcia.

- I hope it is nothing.

(somber music continues)

Seven times three minus four.

Who wants to solve this?

Shante?

- I volunteer Darnell.

(students laughing)

- He can't do it.

- [Darrell] He's retarded!

(students laughing)

- Class!

(students laughing)

Class!

One more time out of you and I'll have your...

(students laughing)

Darnell, why don't you come up here

and show the class how easy it is?

- If it's that easy, Miss Garcia, you can do it.

(students laughing)

- I'm glad they didn't kick your sense of humor

out of you with your eye.

Now come on up here.

Come on.

(students giggling)

(students giggling)

Here you go.

- [Bonnie] He's retarded.

- [Miss Garcia] Bonnie, we don't use that word.

Yes, Darrell?

- What's another word for, uh, retarded?

(students laughing)

- That's enough out of everybody!

That's enough!

(students laughing)

You can do this.

Okay.

- One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

One set of sevens.

8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15.

Two set of sevens.

- When you run out of fingers, you use your toes, stupid.

(students laughing)

- Class! Class!

(students laughing)

You can do this.

(somber music)

(students laughing)

- [Darrell] I knew he couldn't do it.

- Please, try it again. Try it again.

(students laughing)

(distorted laughing roaring)

(tense music)

(dramatic music) (singer vocalizing)

(dramatic music intensifies) (singer vocalizing)

? Oh yeah, whoa ?

? Look, they can never keep me down ?

? I'm goin' and if I ever ?

- How's your arm, dawg?

- Shit's still fucked up.

I don't know how much longer I can do this, man.

- (scoffs) Fuck else you gonna do, Flossy?

Get a nice little desk job?

Suit and tie and shit?

- I'm serious, dawg.

I'm really thinkin' about goin' into the ho game.

- Here we go with this dumb shit again.

Why?

- 'Cause the last time I was with ya

I ended up with a bullet in my arm.

? They needed the best so they came to me ?

? Whoa, who the best ?

- Man, chill out.

All right, I already know what you gonna say.

I ain't...

I'm still healin' from that.

- My bad, dawg.

Maybe they ain't about to mind it with me no more, man.

I'm just- - Done.

With this fuckin' conversation.

I told your ass, nigga, I ain't into trickin' women, nigga.

We all came from a woman.

- But you'll watch some trick offer that dope.

- That's different.

(knuckles tapping)

It's about the time this Black motherfucker showed up, man.

- Nigga, don't you know better

to run up on somebody like that?

- If I ever was to run up on you,

you wouldn't even hear the bang.

You gentlemen got somethin' for me?

- Come on, Black. You know how I roll, brother.

Money first. Where we at?

What we doin'?

- Who's the kid?

- It's my nephew.

- Dang, dawg, I thought with what happened with your son

you wouldn't have kids rollin' with you.

- We here to do a drug deal,

or we here for a parenting class?

What we doing?

? Yeah, that's me ? ? Tell 'em ?

? Who make it flip, make it bang, uh ?

? Who make the party feel alive ?

- It's all there.

What, you not even gonna count it?

- Come on, man, you only get one time to fuck me over,

and you won't even hear the bang.

We know that.

- Where is it?

- I ain't got shit for y'all.

- Man, what the- - Slow your roll, nigga.

I did see a dude put a duffel bag

in the trash can over there.

Maybe what you lookin' for is in there.

? Who the best in this thing, tell 'em ?

? Yeah, that's me ? ? Yeah, that's me ?

? Tell 'em ? ? Tell 'em who ?

? Bring the vibes, say ?

? Yeah, that's me ? ? Yeah, that's me ?

? Tell 'em, tell 'em ? ? Who make it flip ?

? Make it bang, ooh ?

? Yeah, that's me ? ? Yeah, that's me ?

? Tell 'em, tell 'em ? ? Who make the party ?

? Feel alive, tell 'em ?

? Yeah, that's me ? ? Yeah, that's me ?

? Whoa ?

- That's the shit I'm talkin' about.

What was to stop that nigga from shootin' us

and takin' our stash?

- Nigga, that's why the stash is over there

and I'm over here with Bootsy.

? Yeah, tell 'em yeah that's me ?

? Yeah, that's me ? ? Yeah I'm chillin' at the top ?

? Ooh, yeah, that's me ?

? Please don't play no games with me ?

? No games ? ? It was never about ?

? The fame to me ?

? They needed the best so they came to me ?

? Whoa ?

? Who the best in this thing, tell 'em ?

? Yeah, that's me ? ? Yeah, that's me ?

? Tell 'em ? ? Tell 'em who brings vibes ?

? Say ? ? Yeah, that's me ?

? Tell 'em ? ? Who make it flip ?

? Make it bang, ooh ?

? Yeah, that's me ? ? Tell 'em ?

? Who make the party feel alive, tell 'em ?

? Yeah, that's me ? ? Yeah, that's me ?

(fabric rustling)

- Is that real?

- What, my American Express here?

- Why do you call it that?

- 'Cause I never leave home without it.

Here.

(tense music)

Take it. - I can't.

- Why?

- That's a real gun.

My dad won't even let me play with play guns.

(clip clicks)

(phone ringing) - Oh, somebody's callin'.

(phone ringing)

Oh, it's your mama.

Hey-ya, Sis.

Yeah, he's with me.

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm done soon, and then I'll take him over to the hospital.

A'ight. Enjoy your hair appointment.

All right, love you.

So you wanna talk about it?

- About what?

- What we been here knowin' since we got in the car.

Another black eye.

- Did you at least hit him this time?

- You know how my dad is about fighting.

- Oh, hell naw, you didn't hit the motherfucker back?

- "Anyone slaps you on the right cheek,

turn to them the other cheek."

(both laugh) - Ah, shit, this nigga.

- (chuckles) Yeah, Dr. King lived by that same philosophy

until they shot him.

- You wanna put an end to this bullyin' shit, D?

- Then what am I supposed to do?

- I'm gonna do for you what your daddy won't do.

Or what the nigga can't do.

Check it out, every day after school,

I'ma pick you up, a'ight?

And while your old man is at work,

I'ma take you over to Puddin's.

- Who's Puddin'?

- You'll see.

- Okay, Darnell, just follow the light.

Mm-hmm, uh-huh, uh-huh.

All right, now, hop up

and gimme a quick Michael Jackson spin.

(chuckles) All right.

Do you feel any dizziness?

- I feel good.

? So good ?

? (vocalizing) So good ?

? I got you ?

(chuckles) Now gimme your best moonwalk.

- Hey. - All right. (chuckles)

There ya go.

All right, Darnell, I think we're finished here.

- So, Doc, everything's okay with my son?

- Yeah, motor skills are great,

coordination's great, balance is good.

Other than a busted moonwalk, he'll be fine. (chuckles)

All right, so, why don't you do me a favor

and go out to the lobby and wait for us.

I need to speak with your dad and Uncle Chris alone.

All right?

- Are you still coming

to my birthday party this year, Dr. Harry?

- I would never miss a party, especially yours.

(door thuds)

- A'ight, what's wrong with my nephew, Doc?

It's the third time in six months I had to pick him up.

- I told Brandy not to call you anymore.

- [Chris] Well, she tried calling you,

but you were in surgery.

- All right, guys.

Let's save the family feud for home.

Demetrius, I told you before, it is not grand mal seizures.

It's PNES.

You don't have to bring him in every time he has an episode.

- Wait, PNES what is that?

- Psychogenic non-epileptic seizures.

- Okay, elaborate. I don't understand that shit.

- In Darnell's case, it's brought on by stress.

- Okay, well, just give the boy

some medication or some shit.

- Oh, that's a great idea.

Doctor, why didn't we think about that?

For your information, we already tried that

and it's not working.

- The medication does help,

but what he really needs is psychotherapy.

- Which I can't afford right now.

- Like I said, in Darnell's case,

these are brought on by stress,

and I'll bet that black eye had somethin' to do with it.

- Well, he does have sort of a, a bully problem in school.

- Mm, and I've been telling you

Darnell needs to learn how to defend himself.

- Man, I'd appreciate it if you just stay outta this.

- Look, that Good Book shit you teachin' the boy

ain't helpin' him in these streets.

- 'Cause he ain't out here in these streets.

- Look, I- - He's in school.

- Look, look, D, I understand a man in your position

may not be up for it, but let me help you out.

You know, man the boy up a little bit.

- (chuckles) I don't need your help mannin' up my son.

And my condition doesn't make me any less of a father.

- All right, whoa, whoa, guys. Let's take it easy.

Demetrius, Darnell's probably gonna have these seizures

maybe for the rest of his life.

The better he learns to control these stressful situations,

the fewer he's gonna have.

Heck, learnin' to throw a jab or two might not hurt.

- Thank you.

- All right, guys. (sighs)

I think we're finished.

You need something else from me?

- No. Thanks, Doc. - I'm good.

- All right.

Chris, I'll be seein' you at Darnell's party

again this year?

- Of course. It's my birthday, too.

Same date, remember?

- Oh, that's right.

- See ya there, Doc. - All right.

- Darnell, come here.

Another black eye?

Same kid?

- Yeah.

- I'll talk to his mom again.

- Again? You need to let me and my boys handle this.

- Yeah, there you go.

(scoffs) Trying to kill a fly with a bazooka again.

It's really not that serious.

- They coulda put the boy eye out or worse this time, D.

- Violence only begets more violence.

- Well, my nephew the only one who be gettin' hit.

(Darnell snickers) - It's not funny, Darnell.

- Come on, Darnell, let me take you home.

- Can we stop by that one place for ice cream?

- Talkin' about Isaac's? - Yeah.

- [Chris] Yeah, we can do that.

- No, Darnell, stay here.

When my shift's over, I'll take you home.

- You really gonna have this boy wait inside

around all these sick people until you get off work?

- He can read a magazine or a book.

- Come on, D, man. I can take the boy home.

Ain't that serious. - Man, I know you can.

No offense, but I wanna make sure my son gets home alive.

(somber music)

- I see you Sunday.

- What's he doing here?

- Dropping Darnell off.

- You let Darnell in the car with him after what happened?

- Not by choice.

- I see this nigga in my hood all the time.

Your brother-in-law stays up to no good.

- I don't even wanna know.

Darnell, have a seat.

- How you feelin', little champ?

Whoa. What happened?

Again?

- Yeah.

(both sigh)

I'm gonna head back to work.

Keep an eye on him for me, okay?

- Okay. Let's go get some snacks.

(somber music)

- Mm, dinner was delicious, Brandy.

- Thank you.

- Yeah, Sis, everything was great. Like always.

- [Brandy] Thank you.

- Mama woulda been proud.

- [Brandy] Aw. (chuckles)

- Hey, D, you mind if I take the boy out

to get some ice cream?

- Can we, Dad? - No.

- [Darnell] Why not, Dad? You never take me.

- I told you, Daddy has to put in all the hours he can now.

We need to save as much as we can.

- So I take it you haven't told the boy yet?

(soft tense music)

- Darnell, go to your room

and check on your sister first, okay?

She wasn't feeling well earlier.

See if she's gonna be well enough

to come down and have some dessert with us.

Oh, and don't forget, we have our campout

in the backyard tonight.

- [Chris] Why you hiding it from him?

- He's just a kid, Chris.

I want him to hang on to his childhood

for as long as possible.

- Yeah, a'ight.

Anyways, how you feeling?

- Some days I don't even know I have it,

and other days, I can barely even move.

- How you holdin' up, Brandy?

- It's been the worst year of my life.

Nephew dies in a drive-by,

my mom dies of cancer and now my husband-

- Look, D, let me ask you something, man.

What you gonna do when you die, hmm?

Just gonna let these streets raise these kids?

- I remind you again, Chris, we don't live in these streets.

When you pulled up to this neighborhood,

you saw white picket fences

and white people walking white dogs.

That's the plan I had for my family.

With all due respect, the only time my kids

are exposed to these streets

is when you two bring it to my doorstep.

(Flossy scoffs)

- Look, man, I'm just tryin' to help the boy out, a'ight?

We are family, right?

- Yeah.

Like you did Andre.

- That's the D I know.

A man of God, one who doesn't forgive, right?

- Look, I didn't mean to-

- Nah, you meant that shit.

You mean everything you say, right?

No, I can't bring Andre back,

but I don't need you remindin' me of that shit

every single time I see you.

(tense music)

Let's go, Flossy.

- You're never gonna let up on them, are you?

(tense music continues)

(footsteps tapping)

(tense music continues)

(Demetrius sighs)

- And the best way to find the Little Dipper

is to find the Big Dipper first.

- How come you don't put all this effort into your school?

- I don't know why I'm dumb.

- You're not dumb.

What made you interested in the planets anyway?

- Uncle Chris.

- What?

- Uncle Chris used to tell me and Andre when he was a kid

he wanted to be an astronaut.

He bought us books and started teaching me and Andre

about the planets, and ever since then,

we wanted to be astronauts.

Until Andre died.

- Andre didn't die, he was killed.

- What's the difference?

- Well, one is by God and the other's by man.

I don't want you to be anything like your Uncle Chris

when you grow up.

- Uncle Chris used to tell me and Andre the same thing.

Is that why he wanted us to be astronauts?

- Well, I don't know.

All I know is I don't want you

to be anything like your Uncle Chris is today.

- What's wrong with Uncle Chris today?

- (sighs) Do you remember the day that I told you

that Santa Claus wasn't real?

- Yep.

- The day that I tell you about your Uncle Chris,

you're gonna cry all day.

- Dad? - Yeah?

- I know what Uncle Chris does for a living,

and I still cry for Andre,

but I remembered what you taught me.

- What's that?

- If you do not forgive others for their sins,

your Father will not forgive your sins.

- (chuckles) You remembered.

- I love you, Daddy.

- I love you too, baby boy. (chuckles)

- A shooting star!

- (chuckles) Yeah, I saw that.

? I can't take no loss ?

? Huh, I don't even know what it costs ?

? I hit the ground then it go off, yeah ?

? Hit the ground and it go off, yeah ?

? I can't take no loss ?

? Huh, I don't even know what it cost, yeah ?

? I hit the ground and it go off, yeah ?

? Hit the ground ?

(engine rumbling)

- What's up, little lady?

Let me get your bag.

Your chariot awaits. You ready?

- Mm-hmm.

- Go ahead and hop in.

- What's up, Uncle Chris?

- It's our first day at Puddin's.

Training starts with cardio.

- Training? Cardio?

- [Chris] Yep. Run.

? Some opportunities will never come ?

? Unless you're payin' attention ?

? So, no, I can't miss them ?

? Movin', MVP ?

- [Chris] How do you feel?

- [Darnell] Tired.

- [Chris] Mm. You'll thank me later.

But right now, you'll get into that ring.

- But I don't know how to box.

- (chuckles) You will once you get hit.

- [Darnell] What am I supposed to do?

- Rule number one, hit and don't get hit.

Put these on.

Keep your feet movin',

your guard up, and keep your head on a swivel, a'ight?

- Okay. - Feet movin'. Guard up.

Let's go.

Get in there. Get in there. (bell dinging)

Put your guard up. Keep that guard up.

? You aim high and you blow it ?

? Never take no for an answer ?

- Put your guard up.

Boy, I see why you get your ass beat every day.

You hit like a little bitch. Jab.

Boy, put your guard up, boy.

Guard up.

Stop runnin' and fight, let's go!

(punch thuds)

(Darnell thuds)

Aww, shit.

You a'ight?

Get up, man. You gonna get hit in life.

Ain't nobody gonna be there to pick you up but you.

Now, get your ass up. Come on.

So get up.

Come on, get up, D. Let's go!

- Damn, dawg, you want me to help him up?

- It's time to man his ass up.

I'm not gonna fail him like I did Andre.

You got this. Come on.

Why you comin' over here, boy?

Go over there and fight. Let's go!

Put your guard up. Let's go!

Guard up.

Come on!

(bell dings)

? You are ?

(couple groaning)

(couple panting)

? Before you even know if I'm even around anymore ?

- (chuckles) Oh, that's never gets old.

(Demetrius grunts)

What's wrong? You okay?

- Yeah. Damn, girl, you put it on me.

(both laugh)

- I wasn't too rough, was I?

- What?

Girl, I can handle you on my worst day.

(both laugh)

- Hold up, where you goin'?

- To the bathroom.

You want a postcard?

- (chuckles) You know you can't go anywhere without me.

(both chuckle)

Hey.

You got round two in you?

- I'll show up ready to put it in that OT.

- [Brandy] Okay, you know that's right.

(both chuckle)

(tense music) (Demetrius grunting)

(tense music continues) (water pattering)

(Demetrius grunting) (tense music continues)

? We can't stop ?

? No, we can't stop the sky from ?

(tense music) (water pattering)

(Demetrius grunting)

(tense music continues)

(Demetrius exhales)

(tense music continues)

- Oh my...

(tense music continues)

(Demetrius sighs)

(tense music continues)

? I have found ?

- Round two?

- Ding, ding.

- Hey. Come on.

(both laugh)

Come have sex (indistinct).

(singer vocalizing) (mellow music)

(somber music)

- What's wrong with your hands?

- They're sore from all the boxing

Uncle Chris is making me do.

- Why does Uncle Chris keep telling me

to not tell Daddy what you're doing?

- Uncle Chris is just trying to protect me.

He says the only way to make people stop hurting you

is to hurt them back.

- Who's hurting you?

(engine rumbling)

? Now I feel like Russell ?

? Yeah ?

? Feel like drama rat ?

? Hey ?

? Need this triple-double ?

? Yeah ?

? (indistinct) say, "Yeah I got it covered" ?

? I don't try to bar ?

? And I ain't never fumble ?

- All right, kiddos. Let's get it.

Y'all know the routine. Come on, Nylah.

- We've been doing this for the past three weeks.

Can I take a break?

- Sure.

What day of the week you think your bully takes off?

- The weekends.

- All right, well shit, we'll take off on the weekends.

How was school?

Let's get it, throw your bag in the backseat. Come on.

(tense music)

Keep those feet movin'. Keep those feet movin'.

Get those hands up. Hands up now, hands up.

Slip. Slip, not dip.

Bob! Hands up, hands up.

Hit 'em with a one-two, slip.

Slip, not dip.

Bob. Goddamn it, that's a weave.

- Uncle Chris, Uncle Chris!

- What, what, what? Nylah, what?

- Why are you being so mean to Darnell?

- I'm not being mean to him, sweetheart,

I'm just showin' him the love

your daddy doesn't show him, okay?

- How is what you're doing love?

- Get up, get under there, boy.

It's called tough love, sweetheart. A'ight?

You'll learn it someday.

Don't back straight up. Pivot, man.

Let me show you how it's done. Damn.

Your balance is off.

- What? - Get into your stance.

You see? Now get up.

- Chris.

- No, I'm teachin' him somethin'. Come here.

Spread your legs slightly, shoulder width apart.

Bend your knees slightly.

Stay off your heels, hands up.

Now watch what happens when I push you this time.

You see the difference?

- Yeah. Wow, that's pretty neat, Uncle Chris.

- Yeah, I know. Now stay in that position till I get back.

All right, let's do it again.

You know what? Nylah, let's go get some ice cream.

Come on.

- What about Darnell?

- Darnell gets some ice cream

when he learns to beat up his bully.

Until then, he's training.

(bell dings)

(gloves whooshing)

(somber music)

- [Doctor] Demetrius, when we diagnosed you

with ALS a year ago, it was really hard for us to know

how fast it would progress.

- [Brandy] Can you stop trying

to Christmas wrap bad news, Doc?

- Okay. Here it is.

It's progressing quite rapidly,

more rapidly than we anticipated.

You're going to need a cane very soon,

and eventually a wheelchair.

(somber music)

Bedridden, immobile, paralyzed.

And from there...

Demetrius, I'm so sorry.

(somber music continues)

(Brandy crying)

- Oh, baby, I'm so sorry.

(somber music continues)

? Oh, twist it back ? - Yo.

? I need my broom ?

? Hop in the car, watch it go vroom ?

- How you feelin'?

- Does it matter?

- Nope.

Come on, you know the routine. Get it.

? They in the way, they gotta move ?

? I gotta gas it, runnin' on fumes ?

? They on my back, it's nothin' new ?

? It's me again, and you gotta choose ?

- Come on, five. Come on.

Come on, up, up, up. Lock it up, lock it up.

Let's get it.

All right. Jab.

Step with your lead foot.

Jab. Jab.

Get up, come on. Up, up, up.

Up! Let's get it.

Get up! Get your ass up, man.

Look, I'm not wasting my time. Get up.

(Darnell grunting) You angry?

You mad?

Who's that? - Yes!

- Who's that right now? - Yes!

- Get up. You gonna waste my time or you gonna get up?

What you gonna do? Huh?

Get up.

(Darnell screams)

There we go, there we go, there we go.

(tire thuds) There we go.

Breathe, all right?

(ball thuds) (Darnell gasps)

Exhale.

Come on. Let's do it again.

Every time someone's fuckin' with you,

you remember this, a'ight?

- Okay! - Huh?

Gimme 12. Come on.

You gonna turn the other cheek like your dad, huh?

- No. - Huh?

- No! - Then get up!

Let's go! Lock it up!

Grab the speed. Let's go, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

(gloves thudding)

(Darnell grunts)

(dramatic music)

(water pattering)

- What, you wanna gimme a hand or something?

- Mm. I'll give you more than a hand.

(gentle music)

- Demetrius will be here any minute.

- [Darnell] Why are you coloring the Earth orange?

- It's my Earth, and it's orange.

- Here, let me show you how it's supposed to be done.

- Mom! Tell Darnell to stop.

- Darnell, let your sister have her orange Earth.

- But Mom!

- Don't, "But Mom" me, boy.

There's a corner right over there with your name on it.

Is that what you want?

- No, ma'am.

- Okay.

Go wash your hands, 'cause we're gonna eat

as soon as your dad gets here.

- Ain't nobody ever tell you you sexy when you mad?

(doorbell rings)

- Demetrius is here.

- Hey, baby.

Here, let me take this so you can go get cleaned up.

Oh.

(both laugh)

- Smells good in here.

- Yes.

- What's the occasion?

- Well, just a little dinner, you know, Sunday.

- Hey, what up, D? Sunday dinner again, brother.

- Again. (scoffs) We just had Sunday dinner.

- Yeah, twice a month.

It's what I promised my mama before she died.

I also promised her that we would keep

this family a family, right?

- Baby, let's just have a peaceful dinner, okay?

- When are we gonna be done with this?

- We're all still grieving.

It'll be done eventually.

- I don't know why he gotta bring this nigga here with him.

He ain't family.

- Baby, it's just dinner.

Okay? We'll eat, and then they're gone.

Okay?

(somber music)

- Oh, let's get this food.

- (clears throat) Have we forgotten this is a house of God?

- You right. My fault.

Let's pray.

(Demetrius clears throat)

- Father God, we come to you humbly, grateful,

this gracious opportunity that you've given us

to gather today

with this family. - Why we gotta do

this shit every time? (Demetrius clears throat)

- Man, shut up and play along.

(gentle music)

- We pray in the name of the Father,

the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

- Yeah, Amen. - Amen.

- You want some bread, babe?

All right, who saved room for dessert?

- [Darnell] Me.

- Mm, that looks good.

- [Demetrius] How do you like it?

- Oh, good. Good, delicious.

- Yeah, I'm talkin' about my wife.

- (chuckles) What you tryin' to say?

- Yeah, you starin' mighty hard, brother.

- Baby.

- I see you ain't got no more black eyes

over there, Darnell.

- Nope. I guess my bully's taking a break.

But I did have somebody else try to bully me.

- What, you got two bullies now?

- Nope. I handled that situation real quick.

- Handled that situation? What do you mean?

Hey, Darnell, I'm talkin' to you.

What do you mean you handled that situation?

- Relax, D. Relax, man.

I just taught the boy to be like Gandhi.

- What?

- Like Gandhi.

You know, sit, put your hands together and pray,

like Gandhi.

I mean, ain't no one ever hit a prayin' man before, right?

- And that actually worked?

- Why wouldn't it?

It's just a different way of sayin' the same shit you say.

Turn the other cheek, right?

- Is that true, Darnell?

(gentle music)

- Yes.

- Why do you always think it's violence with me, man?

I love Darnell just as much as you do.

And plus, he's the only comfort I have ever since-

- Hey, hey.

You know what? Forgiveness.

- What?

- Forgiveness, right?

I'm always preaching about it.

Darnell, you want some ice cream?

- Yes.

- All right. Guess what?

- What?

- Your Uncle Chris is gonna take you to get some ice cream.

- Really?

- Yeah, son. Forgiveness.

I gotta put faith in this situation.

When I'm gone, other than your mother...

I mean, if something were to happen to me,

then your Uncle Chris would be the one

that would take care of you.

- And you serious?

- Yeah.

You two go enjoy yourselves.

- Let's go, champ.

- Thank you, baby.

(Demetrius sighs)

- Mm. This is really good, Uncle Chris.

- I told you.

I grew up on this ice cream, man.

- Hey.

Hey, man, that same car done drove past here

like three times, dawg.

- Now I got my nephew with me, man.

We enjoyin' this ice cream.

Cut all that paranoid shit out, bro. We good.

(raindrops thudding)

Like I was saying though, man, when I was a kid,

I said when I grow up on I'ma buy this place.

- Why didn't you?

- Hell, I tried.

Hell, he even offered to sell it to me.

- And?

- But your uncle couldn't make the damn recipe, that's why.

(both chuckle)

Yeah, man, he don't even use a measuring cup for God's sake.

Yeah, he blends everything together so perfectly.

It's crazy.

But then I realized somethin'.

This man spent generations making somethin' so, so good.

Too good to put in a carton.

So when this man here dies, this ice cream dies with him.

- Hey, Chris. Chris.

- Man, what, man?

- Nigga, that same car just turned around.

- Nigga, why the fuck

you actin' so- - Fire!

(gunfire popping) (glass breaking)

- [Chris] Fuck, fuck! Go, go.

Down, down, Darnell! - Shit!

(tense music)

(gun firing)

(tense music continues)

(gun firing)

- [Chris] Flossy, you good?

- Nah, nigga. I been shot at, nigga.

- Are you hit, you good?

Are you hit? - Shot at a-fuckin'-gain!

- I think so.

- Hey, man, we gotta go.

- I want you to make me a promise, okay?

Make me a promise.

You can't tell your dad about this, okay?

Okay, you promise?

- I, I promise. - Hey man, we gotta go.

Come on, nigga!

- Okay, you know what happens

when you break a promise, right?

Your daddy didn't tell you this?

- Come on, nigga! - You go to hell.

Huh, you don't wanna go to hell, right?

- No. - I know, I know, I know.

- Come on, nigga, get in! We gotta go!

- Get in, get in, get in.

Fuck.

(ominous music)

- Hey. - Hey!

- Darnell.

Did you enjoy yourself?

Wow, did you get some new clothes?

- Yeah, man, you know how it is, boys and ice cream.

I just wanted to bring little man back,

bring him back home, you know,

looking better than he did when I took him out.

That's it. - Yeah.

Darnell, go ahead and head upstairs.

Brush your teeth. You got school in the morning.

- Seem kinda late, so I'm gonna head out.

- Hey, Chris. - Yeah.

- I'm sorry I've been so hard on you lately.

You guys should do this more often.

I'd really actually like that.

- Yeah. Yeah, me too.

I'm gonna get outta here, man.

- All right.

All right, drive safe, all right?

- Yeah, you, too.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Yeah, this is him. Is everything okay?

What kind of problems?

(tense music)

- What was that all about?

- It was the school.

They said they wanna meet with you next week

to talk about Darnell.

(tense music continues)

(dramatic music)

- Darnell. Your cousin.

- Captain Andre here.

First mission to Mars on the Voyager.

- Hold on.

This is Captain Darnell, head of the Challenger.

- Longitude station all the way to Mars.

- Latitude is at 50,000.

- [Buyer] Yo, what's good, nigga?

Come up off them bricks.

- The fuck? - Took that (indistinct).

- [Buyer] What, nigga? Boy, come gimme all that shit.

- [Chris] Naw, nigga. Fuck you, nigga.

(group shouting)

- Chris?

Chris, what's goin' on?

- What, nigga? - This one.

(gun firing) - Hey man,

fuck these motherfuckers.

(guns firing) - Oh shit!

- Chris! Chris! - Fuck!

- [Flossy] Shit! Fuck!

(gun firing)

(Flossy cries out) - Fuck!

- No, talk to me. Talk to me!

- [Flossy] Aw, nigga, I'm hit!

- Oh my God.

- Dre. Dre.

Dre. Dre, Dre, Dre, Dre, Dre.

- Shit. - Where are you?

- Fuck! - Where are you?

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

- Fuck. - Flossy, call 911!

Come on.

- [Flossy] Shot.

(tense music)

- No, come on, Dre. Please, oh please, oh please, boy.

Fuck!

Fuck, somebody help!

(tense music)

(engine rumbling)

- What y'all waitin' for? Get in.

(gun firing)

- I'm gonna run to the gym alone.

- Alone? You sure?

- I don't wanna get in your car, Uncle Chris,

or run next to you.

(door thuds)

- You're a little shook up still. I get it.

I mean, it is only two miles. We'll see you there?

Come on, Nylah.

- She's not getting in either.

- (chuckles) You know it's a rough neighborhood

you gotta run through, right?

- You want me to keep my promise?

- (chuckles) This motherfucker.

Put your bags in the car.

- Come on.

Come on, Nylah. Let's go.

- I'll see y'all there. - Come on!

(engine rumbling)

- Darnell, I'm tired.

- Tired? We've barely been running.

- Well, I'm tired. I'm not running anymore.

- Just come on, okay?

(airplane engines rumbling)

- Come on.

- Hey, you from around here?

- Hey, punk, you don't hear us talkin' to you?

- I like them shoes.

- I like 'em, too.

- Leave us alone.

- Hey!

- I got this, I got this.

Hey, I got this. (Darnell grunting)

- You angry? You mad?

- Yes! - Anytime someone's fuckin'

with you, you remember this, a'ight?

- Okay! - Huh?

Gimme 12, come on.

(fist thuds)

(kick thuds)

Gonna get hit, a'ight?

And when you do, you gotta take it.

- [Darnell] All right. (gasps)

(tense music)

(students laughing)

(tense music continues)

(fist thuds) - Ow!

- Exhale next time.

Are you okay, Nylah?

- We should run.

- I don't wanna run anymore. Let's walk.

(tense music)

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