All language subtitles for Harlem.Aria.1999.1080P.Webrip.X264.Aac5.1-[Yts.Mx]-ENG

What’s the matter
with you, boy?

If you don’t turn off
this loud music this time
of the night and go to bed,

i’m gonna be after you,
as old as I am.

Anton!

Woman:
Anton, did you wash
your face this morning?

Anton:
Yes, ma’am.

You didn’t do
a very good job.

I can still see
sleep in your eye.

It’s no wonder,
staying up half
the night

playing that
opera music.

I don’t know how
you got into that
foolishness.

- Where’s your sweater?
- Right there.

It ain’t summer yet.
This kinda weather’s

an exact way
to catch pneumonia.

You want to get sick
and catch pneumonia?

- No, ma’am.
- Huh? All right.

Did you brush
your teeth?

Yes, both sides.

All right, did you
pack your lunch in
your book bag?

- Yes, ma’am.
- Good. I don’t
want to be

fixing lunch for you
going out and forgetting it.

All right.

Give auntie a kiss.

Oh, come on,
give me some sugar.

"Clean your room, Anton"
"brush your teeth, Anton."

"Wash your face, Anton."
I’m not a little boy anymore.

Good grief.

Girl, I told you
she was pregnant.

I don’t know how
you do.

Hey.

Anton, you’re
working too hard,
baby.

Ain’t you going
to entertain us
today?

How come you don’t sing
Luther vandross no more?
I love him.

I have a few new songs
i’ve been working on.

- Opera.
- Opera?

Ain’t no black folks
singing no opera.

What are you talking
about, Martha?

I saw this opera
on television.

Black singers.
And they was good too.

That still don’t explain
how Anton got involved
in this mess.

Jimmy sold me
some records.

- How much did he charge
for this old junk?
- Nothing.

He’s letting me
work on Saturday
so I can pay him off.

- You believe this?
- $19.95 a day.

Wha?!

- You.
- Whoa, whoa.

You ought to be ashamed
taking advantage of Anton
like that.

I’ll call you back.
What’re you talking about?

I’m talking about why
you’re using Anton

to cut us off
our overtime.

- Yeah!
- This is none
of your business.

I wonder what
his welfare people
would have to say?

Don’t threaten me,
or you’ll find out

what welfare has to say
when you go down to apply.

- Get back to work.
- You don’t scare me, Jimmy.

This is far from over.
I can tell you that right now.

- Ripping us off.
- Goddamn it.

I gotta deal
with this shit?

I’m trying to be
the good guy here.

I’m trying to help
the guy out!

That retard has
to run his mouth!

What the hell--

Anton!
Hey, Anton!

- Yo, Anton.
- I’m Anton.

Jimmy:
Come on, let’s go!
Back to work!

Hey.
Buenos.

- Why bother?
- "Why bother?"

Why you wanna go
someplace where you
ain’t appreciated?

Know what i’m sayin'?

You work hard
every day, right?

- Yeah.
- So why bother?

Why bother?

Exactly.

So what you want
outta life, man?

You got dreams
and shit?

I want to be
an opera singer.

Opera singer?

Niggas don’t
do that, man.

But you know what?
Who the fuck am I
to judge, right?

I’ll tell you what--

let me hook
you up, man.

You like that?

I thought
you might.

- What up?
- Listen, man.

What’s up with that?

Man, what the fuck?

Yeah.
It’s not all bad.

Who is it?

What up?
What up? What up?

Man: What’s up, man?!

- Hey!
- That’s messed up!

Anton?
Precious?

Precious,
are you okay?

Oh, come here.
Okay.

Precious, oh.

Oh.

Anton...

Where did you
get this tuxedo?

And those shoes?

Where did you
get the money for all
of this stuff?

My friend
bought it for me.

- What friend?
- Luke.

The guy
with the black BMW.

Your friend?

That man is
full of the devil.

He’s a drug dealer, Anton.
He’s not your friend.

You won’t let me
have any friends.

It’s going back--
every single thing.

- No.
- This opera foolishness
caused this,

and it’s going
to stop.

- No, no, no, no.
- Don’t tell me no!

- No, no, no!
- Anton, I won’t
have you sassing me.

Anton, you trust
everybody.

There are some people
out there that don’t
mean you no good.

It’s my responsibility
to look after you.

Now, tomorrow,

all this nonsense
is going back.

You can’t tell me
what to do anymore.

I’m not a little kid.

I’m 28 years old.

- You can’t tell
me what to do.
- Oh.

I’m gonna do
what I want.

She can’t tell me
what to do.

I’m gonna do
just what I want to do.

What’s up, baby?

Anton, bring
your ass over here.

You look good,
dawg.

You got a little date?
Your tie is fucked up
though.

I’m running away
from home.

I can’t do nothing here.

What you
talking about, son?

I thought we had
a deal?

I thought you was
gonna come work for me.

It’s just--
auntie says that you--

never mind.

Ahh.

I know what she told you--
that you’re too good
for me, right?

If you believe
that shit,

then fuck it, man.
I had big plans
for you.

Know what i’m saying?
You ain’t gonna do shit
with that ooo-pera.

Go. You gonna
be back though.
Mark my words.

Remember this--
I may not be as nice

next time you see me.
I’ll see you around.

Aunt:
Anton?

Anton, what are you
gonna do, sleep all day?

Anton?

Excuse me, mister.
Could you help me

get something
to eat, please?

Could you show
some undeserved
kindness

and help
the undeserving please?

I’m starving.
Please, I haven’t
eaten in three days.

- I’m starving.
- I’m hungry myself.

Please?
You will be blessed
if you help me.

I’m begging you.
I don’t even do this.
This is not me.

I’m begging for food.
Please can I have
something to eat?

Please?
Pretty please?

Please?
Please?

Thanks.
Here, man,
take that shit.

Where you headed
all dressed up--
a fashion show?

I’m going to Italy
to become an opera singer.

Yeah, right.

It’s a neapolitan city,
you know.

Neapolitan.
No doubt, yo.

I was just over
in Italy.

I was there like
a month ago.

I was hanging out
with the mafia,

eating pizza
and spaghetti and shit.
All that Italian shit, yo.

It was dope.
Just so expensive
to get there.

- Really?
- Trip like that’ll
cost you a couple gs.

- A couple of gs?
- Couple thousand dollars.

Where you been,
under a rock and shit?

- You got it like that?
- No. No.

All I have is...

$183.

Yo, you’ll
never get there
with that, man,

unless you get
one of those discount
tickets and shit.

Discount tickets?
H-How much would
that cost?

I think tower air’s
going there

for like
$250 now, man.

But still, yo--
you still ain’t
got enough.

Unless...
Nah.

What?
What? What?

What? What?

I got a friend.
He works in a travel
agency.

He’s the one that
hooked me up so I can
go to Italy.

Maybe I can
go talk to him,
see if he’ll

hook you up, man,
with a discount.

R-Really?
You think h-he would
do that for me?

I don’t see why not.
You’re good people
and shit.

Let me go talk to him.
Give me the money,

i’ll go talk to him. I'll go,
"I met some good people.
They wanna go to Italy."

See what he can do.

Re--
thanks.

No doubt, man.
No doubt, yo.

Thanks.

Where you going, man?

You can’t come.
’cause if he sees you,

then he’s gonna know
it’s not for me.

He don’t like
good people.

- All right?
- O-Okay. Okay.

All right, dawg.
I’ll be right back.

Y’all give me
a hug, man.

I love you, man.

- Ma’am, is he retarded?
- No!

He does get confused
sometimes,

and he has a problem
handling money.

He trusts everybody.
But he’s brilliant in ways
you’ll never understand.

Yes, ma’am.

I’ll post this.

I’ll let you know
if anything comes in.

- Is that all?
- Right now that’s
all I can do.

Well, thank you.

Thank you.
Thank you very,
very, very much.

And now...

For the game show
portion of our program,

"name that song."

If you know the words,

just sing along.

I-I know that song.

You see this?
There’s one in every crowd.

He’s even wearing
the right uniform.

Come on.
Sing it.

Damn, my man
can sing, huh?

Oh, yes,
he is simply superb.

Hey, yo,
tell tweety bird
I said, "what’s up?"

Whew.

That was fantastic.

- Who are you?
- Anton.

Yo, that’s it?
My man put it down
like "niggaratti"

and that’s all
y’all give is pennies?
What’s up with that?

Come on, now.
Y’all gotta help out here.

Come on, my man.
You-- you was crying.

- Who do you sing for?
- Mostly myself.

- Come on,
we take food stamps.
- I don’t think so.

It’s all good.
Support the black
artist.

- You may grow
up to be black too.
- He’s very funny.

- Hey, yo!
- Let’s give some love
to the piano man.

- We ain’t give him no love.
- Show him the love.

- Give me the bucket.
- What’re you uptight about?

- I’m trying to help you.
- It’s all right, i'm
doing fine by myself.

Yo, my man,
you was putting it down.
You can sing, kid.

- You’re very funny.
- You got a whole routine.
You’re real slick.

What’s that
supposed to mean?

That means i’m onto you,
so don’t come looking
to me for money.

What you talking about?
Look at all the cabbage
I collected for you.

You would’ve had
buttons and pennies
if it wasn’t for me.

- You owe me, man.
- Don’t I know you?

- I’m handling my business.
- I wouldn’t want it said

I don’t care
about the underprivileged.

- Here you go.
- A dollar?

What’s that, a joke?
Ha ha ha!

Yo, man, you better
get real, son.

You about to be a headline
in "the daily news."

"White boy gets his ass
stomped in the park."

Yeah? You’ll be reading
that headline from your cell
at riker’s island.

A couple weeks of tossing
salads might be the vacation
a guy like you needs.

- Where do I know you from?
- Shut the fuck up!

I asked for what’s mine,
you gonna call the cops
on me?

It’s all good.
You in my world, son.
I’ma see you out here.

You can count on it...
Motherfucker!

I know him
from somewhere.

Lucky you.

Thanks.

Thanks for helping me
get that inside.

I can take care of it
from there.

Here, wait.

That’s for you.

$20.

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

You know what?

C-Can we do this
again tomorrow?

Okay?

Yeah, all right.

Yeah.

I can’t quite
figure you out yet.

But you certainly
can sing, right?

What’s up, kid?
What you all happy about?

He suck your dick
or some shit?

Hey, you’re that guy.

You said you were
gonna buy me a ticket
and you took my money.

- And you didn’t come back.
- Oh, that’s you!

Oh, shit!
You know what happened?

I had the ticket, right?

But then I was looking
for you for two days.

I couldn’t find you.
The ticket was only good
for one day.

I don’t believe you.

I wanted to go to Italy
and you took my money.

Forget that,
all that money
I collected for you today.

You could be over
in China.

Or Africa,
or way out there
in Brooklyn and shit.

So how much
he give you, yo?

$20.

$20? Man, you think
that’s fair?

- Hmm?
- Yes.

You slower
than I thought, kid.

- I’m not slow.
- It’s all good.

You are slow.
Don’t get me wrong,
you’re slow.

It’s all good,
’cause you're good people.

All right?
You’re just slow
good people.

- What’s your name, dawg?
- I’m not a dog.

My name is Anton.
I’m a person.

I meant like, "dawg,"
like, "man’s best friend."

Like dawg.
"Where the dawgs at?"
Know what i’m saying?

You ain’t gonna be able
to connect that shit.

Listen, what I want
to tell you is

while you out there
in the park singing
and shit,

you the show.
You’re fucking
Michael Jackson out there.

That motherfucker
on the piano, he ain’t
even tito.

He’s less than Randy.

- Randy?
- The little fat one
with the tambourine

and the bongos
and shit.

But listen,
you know what?

I want to give you
some business advice.

- All right?
- Okay.

Ask for more money.

Okay?

- Okay.
- Cool.

Listen, my
professional advice,

like all things
in life,

is gonna cost you
a little something.

So i’m just gonna
take a little something.

- That something.
- That’s mine.

That’s not fair.

You right, here.
Okay.

All right?

- Hey, um...
- No, no, no, listen.

I know what
you’re thinking, man.

Expenses are
high and shit.

That’s why you've got
to ask him for more money.

You got it?

Bravo!

- I had a lot
of fun today.
- Did you? I did too.

Look at that.
Y’all raking in
all the cheddar.

I don’t want
any trouble from
you today.

- Excuse me. Excuse me.
- Hmm?

Is that what you said?
I thought you said,
"excuse me."

Come on, Anton,
let’s go.

Anton, don’t let him
talk to you like you
his bitch.

Is he paying you extra
for the janitorial
services?

Or is he just ripping
you off again?

He thinks you stupid.

White boy always thinks
the black man is stupid.

Even though you are
a little slow.

Why do you always
have to be so mean?

I ain’t mean.
I’m just real.

I’m the realest
nigga you know.

This one here,
that’s who you
gotta worry about.

- He the one ripping you off.
- I’m not ripping him off.

You gave him $20.
What’s that?

Even a young republican
like yourself

oughta feel some guilt
behind that type of shit.

Republican? I’m such
a bleeding heart liberal
I voted for Jesse Jackson--

twice.
Still doesn’t mean
i’m gonna bend over

and let you fuck me
up the ass.

Yeah? You probably
like it like that.

I’ll pull your hair
and make you call me
"mandingo."

- Punk ass white boy.
- Haven’t you heard?

That black-white stuff
went out of style

with platform shoes
and polyester jump suits.

Yeah? I kept mine,
’cause the angry black man
shit’s making a comeback.

Why don’t you
find some other way
to work out your shit?

Like yoga, meditation,
electroshock therapy?
Whatever it takes.

Just leave me
the fuck alone.

What the fuck
you laughing at?

You two are
just alike.

Oh yeah?
The joke is
on you, son.

’cause he's trying
to become rockefeller,

and he’s keeping you
stepin fetchit.

You the one
with the talent,
Anton.

This motherfucker here,
he’s Linus from
the peanut gang.

You the man, Anton,
remember that shit.

You get a raise.

$40?

Thanks.

I-I-I knew he was
wrong about you.

You’re a good guy.

Yeah, well,
thanks.

He took my money
yesterday.

God, man,
that figures.

You gotta
be careful, Anton.

Everybody’s
out for themself.

Everybody?

Yeah.

Everybody.

Anyway, I gotta go,

so...

Boy, that came down
in a hurry.

You should have
an umbrella or something.

- Yeah.
- You could catch a cold
or something.

Yeah.

You better run.

You better hurry.
You’re getting wet.

The street’s around
to the left, that way.

I-I don’t like
loud noises.

Come on in.

It’s okay.
Come on.

A little further.

Wow.

This is a really
nice place you
have here.

Thanks.

You should be on
"lifestyles of the rich
and famous."

This is my
girlfriend’s place.

She sings opera too.

Julia Simone.

You’ve heard
of her, right?

- Julia Simone?
- Yeah.

No.

Oh.

I guess you want
to get out of those clothes.

- Oh, um...
- I’ll put 'em in
the dryer for you.

- Thanks.
- Sit down.

Don’t worry
about getting it wet.
It’s all right.

That’s a nice
tuxedo.

I had one.
Not as nice as that,
but...

Oh, man.

Oh, i’m sorry.

My socks are
kinda stinky.

Yeah.

Maybe I should put ’em
in the washer

before I put ’em
in the drier.

Ohh.

Oh, um...
I’m sorry.

My feet are
kinda stinky too.

Yeah. Maybe you should
take a shower.

In fact,
I insist.

I can’t take showers.

Auntie says
i’ll slip and crack my head.

Can I take
a bath?

I love baths.

Wow.

That was amazing.

Yeah, it sounds
even better when you’re drunk.

But I don’t think
that’s gonna help me
in the competition.

Competition?

Like you win prizes
and stuff if you win?

Yeah, the grand prize

is you get to kiss
high society ass

for the rest
of your life.

You don’t want to know
what happens when you lose.

Hey, look at that.
The rain stopped.

Yeah.

Guess that means
you can go.

What’s up, man?

You don’t look
too happy to see me.

What’s the deal, man?

You afraid
of black people now,

’cause you was up
in the master’s house
chilling?

I don’t want you
to take my money.

Yo, man, i’m not
the government.

I’m out here
to look out
for you, yo.

How much he rip you
off for this time?

H-He didn’t
rip me off.

He gave me $40.

$40? Yo, man,
this guy is making

hundreds and hundreds
of millions of dollars
off you.

- Really?
- Yeah, and that shit
he gave you

is probably
counterfeit, man.

Let me see the money
and i’ll tell you

if that shit is fake.
I’ll do the spit test

and tell you if it’s
true or false.

No, I don’t want to.

Yo, don’t disrespect
me out here, man.

I’ll bust your ass
and take that shit.
Let me see.

Let me see the money.

Come back here, man.

Come back here, man!

Move that dog before I
throw that shit on the roof.

Attention!
Salute!

And march!

Left, left,
left, right, left!

Who wants ice cream?

Ice cream! Ice cream!

Ice cream! Ice cream!

Where you think
you’re going?

There’s nowhere
to go, right?

Didn’t I tell you
to pay my money?

- Yo, come here.
- You’re nothing but a bully.

- Come here, motherfucker.
- First my ticket to Italy,

- and you took my money.
- Gimme my money,

you fucking
retarded idiot.

Manager’s supposed
to help people.

I’m gonna manage
to kick your ass.
Come here.

Now your ass is grass.
Come here, you fucking
corky from "life goes on."

Come here.
Where’s my money?

What’re you gonna do?
You getting me dirty
and shit?

- Gimme my money.
- No! You’re nothing
but a bully.

Gimme my money, man!
You better give me
my fucking money.

You’re still nothing
but a bully.

Girl:
You better stop that!

What y’all looking at?
Better go get an education.

Teacher:
Okay, kids, come on.

Come on, let’s go.
Everybody, let’s go.

Get going now.

I wasn’t gonna
hurt you, man.

It’s just rough
out here, you know?

You kissing up
to white boys, man.

We’re brothers.
We gotta stick together.

Come on, let’s go.

Come on.

Yo, come on, man.

A-Are we really brothers?

Because you were
very mean to me before.

I told you, man,
we’re brothers now,
all right?

I’m gonna look out
for you, yo.

I never really
had a brother.

I never had a sister.

I don’t even remember
my father,

but I have a picture
of him at home.

All I had was my mom--
mother

and my auntie.

And my mother died
when I was nine.

Yo, man, stop looking
at the monster, all right?

You’re gonna ruin
your confidence with women.

Speaking of which,
you ever get some pussy?

I, um...

Never mind.
Remind me,

I gotta get you
some pussy, all right?

Yo, let me hold
your Cologne.

My balls stink.
Come on.

Yo, man, you ever
got kids?

No.

What am I thinking?
How you gonna catch kids

when you ain’t even
catched no pussy yet?

Let me tell you something.
When you do get a kid,

it’s the greatest
thing in the world, son.

- Are you working?
- No, but I got this
thing happening.

Then don’t even think
about bringing your ass
into my house.

- I’m not here to see you.
I wanna see my daughter.
- Your daughter?

You can start seeing your
daughter when you start
supporting your daughter.

Can I have
just some time--

must be that time
of the month, man.

What time?

If you got some pussy,
you would know what time.

Clarisse, i’m straight.
I’m not even high.

I just wanna see her.
Please?

Okay, but if you start
any shit up in here,

i’m calling the cops
on your ass.

Why you always thinking
i’m gonna start something?

Leticia,
your daddy’s here.

There’s my little girl.
Come here, baby.

- Ohh!
- Hi, daddy.

Hi, how you doing?

- Good, I miss you.
- Hi, i’m Anton.

- I miss you too.
- A pleasure to meet you.

- Hello.
- Come here, I wanna
show you something.

This is a picture
I made in school.

This is me and mommy
inside our house

and you inside
your house.

Wow, that’s
beautiful.

Can I have this?
I’m gonna put in my house.

Okay.

What do you have
inside your coat?

I don’t know
if I wanna show you.

- You want me to show you?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, take a peek.
Bow!

- It’s a lion.
- Yeah, that’s a lion.

This is the baddest mother--

the baddest cat
in the whole jungle.

He kicks
everybody’s butt.

- Everybody’s?
- Everybody. Anybody.

Is it a girl lion
or the boy lion?

This one is
a daddy lion.

Way you can tell
is by the mane,
you see?

He’s got the mane here,
like daddy’s got the mane.

Feel that.

His job is to protect
the family.

’cause if somebody tries
to bother the family,

he goes crazy.
He goes like,

"put ’em up,
put ’em up!

I’ll fight you
with one hand.
Put ’em up!"

See? Even though
the mommy, she kicks
a little butt too.

On the real, you know?
But things work better

when the mommy lion
takes care of the babies

and the daddy lions
take care of the business.

- The business?
- The business.

You want
to talk in code?

Why don’t you try
bringing home some
gazelle?

I’m just trying
to explain to her

that there’s rules
even in the wilderness.

Hakuna matata
and goodbye to you.

Leticia, your daddy
has to go.

Bye, daddy.

Bye, baby.
I love you, okay?

- Love you too.
- Be good for your mommy,
all right?

- Okay.
- I’ll see you soon.

All right.

Look, clarisse,
come here.

Why don’t you give us
a little space, yo?

Huh?

Yeah.

Hey, clarisse,
listen,

i’m sorry about her.
I wasn’t trying

to piss you off
or nothing.

I’m trying to make
things right with us,
all right?

- Yes.
- I got this thing
down at the park

with my man.
I like manage him.

- Wow.
- I’m serious.

This guy, he can sing.
He’s like chico, debarge

and fucking Pavarotti
all mixed up in one.

Whoopty-damn-do,
okay?

You’ve had your visit.
You can leave now.

Why you cutting me off?
You don’t even hear me out.

- You don’t
respect what I say.
- Wesley, stop it.

- You said you weren’t
gonna start any shit.
- Fine.

How the fuck
we end up here?

Huh?

Nice meeting you.

Okay.

- Why aren’t you with--
- I don’t want to talk
about it.

But why don’t you
just try to talk--

because she don’t
want to be with me, okay?

I think
she really does.

Who asked you
what you think?
Just shut up.

Y-Your daughter’s
really beautiful.

Yeah, she takes
after her mom.

Yo, be careful
coming in, all right?

’cause I haven't finished
building the rest
of the steps.

Careful, yo.
Careful.

Leave that open, man.
That’s a French door.

Is this where you live?

No, man, I just
keep a little stash
here, you know?

Grab a seat, yo.
Make yourself at home
and shit.

Yo, you see
this shirt?

I worked at midnight express.
I was making $12.50 an hour.

Word.
Me and clarisse,

we were all right
back then.

Shit was tight,
you know?

This motherfucker
fired me

for coming in late
a couple times and shit.

Talking about,
"you look hung over."

Getting all up
in my business.

What that got to do
with anything, how I look?

I’m there at least,
right?

Yeah.
Yeah, I guess.

I know i’m right, man.

’cause the white boys,
they come in,

be laughing and giggling
and shit.

All by the coffee machine.
Nobody say nothing to them.

I take a nap
on the conveyor belt,

motherfucker got me
bounced out the door
and shit.

That ain’t even
right, yo.

That shit ain’t
even right.

I should’ve punched him
in the fucking face

as soon
as I saw him, man.

During the first day,
just to neutralize his ass.

Then I wouldn’t
be having these type
of problems and shit.

I get pissed off
just talking about it, man.

Pull up a rock
and get comfortable, man.

Here.

Catch some zs, man.

It stinks a little.

Just breathe through
your mouth.

It makes it
more better and shit.

No way, Anton.
He’s just trying
to rip you off.

Why you talking to him
like he’s stupid?

He ain’t stupid.
Go ahead, Anton.

- Tell him your big plan.
- Okay.

You could play
the piano,

I could sing,
and um...

And Wes can make us
a lot of money.

Tell him why, yo.
Tell him why.

- ’cause he's very funny.
- Mm-hmm.

You told me yourself
he stole money from you.

That was before.
He’s different now.

Tell him why, yo.
Tell him why.

- ’cause we're brothers.
- Yup.

’cause we're brothers.

You’re unbelievable,
you know that?

Anton, you can’t
trust people like that.

I’m surprised you're
trying to get over
on this young man.

Look at that face--
with a smile.

How could you
get over on that?

I think you got
this confused.

I’m Linus
from the peanuts gang,
remember?

You’re the one
that’s trying to get over.

Forget this.
I don’t need this shit.

Fine, get outta here.
We don’t need you.

- We do our own thing, Anton.
- Wait, wait, wait. Okay.

Okay, i’ll sing,

and you can
play the piano

and i’ll give Wes
my money.

I just want to sing.

You would do that?
You would give him

your share just so
you could sing?

Yes.

He’s just like me.

He doesn’t have
nothing.

Okay, we’ll do it.

But don’t
give him any money.
I’ll pay him.

All right?

Don’t do the smile
so much.

My last dollar.

I was gonna
buy Sushi with this.

Who needs fresh fish

when you have nourishment
to the soul?

That’s right.

Excuse me.
I have to support this.

Woman:
Yeah, he’s good.

Do the right thing.

This kinda music
brings black people together.

I love you guys.

I’m not afraid
to say it.

Finally,
black unity.

Wes:
Yo, slow down, son.

You got to treat
that like the titty.

You just take
little pulls.

Yo!

So, yo, is like,
playing the piano in the park

your only gig or what?

Yeah, do you do
concerts and stuff?

I used to, man.

I used to.
I’d be invited to give
private recitals.

These rich old ladies
would come up to me

and tell me
how good I was

and what a promising
career I had in store.

But they were
never interested in
my piano playing.

What were they
interested in?

Man, they wanna have
sex with him, yo.

Oh.

So you busted out
those old bitches, yo?

- Yeah.
- Ha ha!

A couple times,
a couple times.

But for some of those hags,
no amount of money
in the world

could make it
worth it.

That’s weak, yo.
Let me tell you something--

money itself is enough
to make my dick hard.

For the right amount of money,
i’ll eat out that bitch

- on "murder, she wrote."
And be loving it.

I’ll be driving
around in her Mercedes,
rocking ronnie’s rolex.

I don’t need all that.

I don’t have anything,

and i’m happy.

I got two good friends,

and even though
I thought you were
a dookie head--

give me that bottle.
You’re cut off, man.

"Dookie head," shit.

- Why you do that?
- You on punishment, man.

- You’re drunk.
- I’m drunk, really?

- I’m drunk?
- I guess so.

I-I-I’ve never
been drunk before.

Man, this has
been real.

Yo, man,
where you going?
Hang out.

- Chill awhile, y’all.
- Yeah, yeah.

- No, I gotta go.
- Let me use your bathroom.

Come on, i’m not gonna
steal nothing.

In fact, I might leave
a little something behind.

- You’ll leave something?
- Take a shit, man.

Let the dogs loose.

That’s where you gotta
go to the bathroom
so bad,

soon as you sit down
it comes out like this--

just full up
the toilet, y’all.

All right, but just
for a minute.

A minute.

You really
let the dogs loose.

Shut up, man.

Yo, man,
your place is tight.

You living up here
all big Willy style.

- Shit is rockefeller, man.
- No, this is my lady’s place.

Matthew’s girlfriend
is the one in the picture.

She’s singing
in Europe.

Word. Yo,
she’s black.

Really?

No.

Man, you’re right.

Man, what you
drinking, yo?

Scotch.
Would you like some?

I’d offer you some
malt liquor,

but Billy Dee drank
it all last time he was up.

Then I guess i’m
gonna have to have some
of the good shit then.

I want some
good shit too.

Go check the toilet,
I think I might’ve

left something
in there.

So, yo, this your
girl’s place, huh?

- Yeah.
- She got it
like that, huh?

Yeah, she’s
got it like that.

So what you
got going on, man?

You like her
gigolo or some
type of shit?

- I’m not a gigolo.
- Don’t knock it, yo.

Gigoloing is a hard
field to break into, man.

Not like you can go down
to devry technical institute

and take that shit up.

That’s an art.
Personally,

I think i’d
be good at it.

’cause I got this
big ol’ monster here.

He like to come out
and play and shit.

W-What’s a gigolo?

Where bitches pay
for your dick.

For sex, right?

No, to play backgammon.

Yeah, of course
for sex, man.

Yo, kill the smile, man.

That shit’s
too big.

Let me ask you, man.
This gigoloing thing--
does it pay once a week,

or is that like welfare,
comes once a month?

I’m not a gigolo.

What do you call
all this shit?

Julia is helping me
with my career.

I’m going through
a slow period right now.

Matthew’s really good
at the piano.

You never really
heard him play.

Why don’t we partner?

You hit it from the front,
i’ll dick it from the back,

we both get through
this slow period.

You know what?
I don’t have time for this.

- You guys gotta go.
- I was just fucking
with you.

Why you getting all
"attitudinal," man?

But you said I could
listen to your records.

Anton,
I don’t have time.
We’ll do this later.

- Tomorrow.
- Fine.

Anton:
So we’re gonna
get together tomorrow?

Yeah, yeah,
tomorrow.

You see the way that
motherfucker’s living?

Fuck, I don’t
believe that shit.

Look at that
motherfucker.

You can tell he’s never
worked a day in his life.

I had a nice home.

It wasn’t as fancy
as matthew’s,

but it was nice.

If your house was
so lovey-dovey,

what the fuck
you doing out here for?

Take your ass
on back home, man.

I don’t want to go
home like this.

Then they’ll say,
"you see? I told you so.

I told you
you were stupid.

I told you
you wasn’t gonna
be nothing."

But when I become
a big and famous opera star,

and i’m big

and i’m famous,

that’s when
i’ll go home.

You know what?
I wish you good luck, man.

’cause you can sing, son.
You sing your ass off, kid.

I don’t even like that shit,
and I be liking that shit.

Come on.

Let’s bounce.
You need to lay down
your head.

Come on.

What’s up, dawg?
You all right?

Don’t worry,
i’m gonna hook you up.

It’s all right.
Hold on, baby.

I’m gonna hook you
up with this.

It’ll pull all those
toxins out of your system.

Here, drink that.

Wait, let me put
a little something

to get rid
of the nasty taste.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

That’s the way
we spell relief out here.

I got the recipe
from my man eternal devine
right there.

Hurry, before the fizz
starts to fuzzle.

Oh.

I guess your boy matthew’s
gonna diss us, huh?

His true colors--
or should I say
his true color?

--Is starting to show.

Why do you always
think the worst
about people?

It’s experience, yo.

I got experience
in life, man.

You know what they say,

"you get what you give
in this life."

Man, that’s the stupidest
shit I ever done heard.

I’ve been getting my ass
kicked since I crawled out
the pussy, man.

Just once I wish I could
kick a little ass back.

I’d kick everybody's ass
that ever pissed me off.

I’m gonna go
see for myself.

I’d kick
newt gingrich’s ass.

I’d kick Christopher
darden’s ass.

I’d kick
Ronald reagan’s ass--

i’d do that shit twice
’cause he got Alzheimer's

and he’d forget
the first time.

I’d kick
Gary coleman’s ass,

’cause it's
the right height
to kick an ass.

I’d kick Bob dole's ass.

I’d take that plastic
arm off and beat him
with that shit.

I’d kick
wile e. Coyote’s ass

for trying to get
the roadrunner when he
knew he was too slow.

I’d kick
Monica lewinsky’s ass

for not swallowing
the evidence.

I’d kick Fred flintstone's
ass for having three toes

and thinking nobody
would notice that shit.

All right, all right!

Jesus.

- What?
- Hi, Matthew.

- What’s up, man?
- I thought this was
a delivery.

It is, you got
two brothers to go.

Aren’t you coming
down to play?

Anton, I don’t
feel up to it today,
all right?

No doubt.
I’m glad you thought
enough of us

to come down
and say some shit like that.

Yeah, where’s my head
been lately?

I’ve been taking care
of my own needs

over those of a couple
of guys I barely know.

I must get
my priorities straight.

T-That’s okay, Matthew.
We can play tomorrow.

Anton, I don’t have time
to do this every day, okay?

Oh.

W-What’s going on?

We’re still gonna
be friends, right?

Don’t you get it, man?
He’s not our friend.

He’s never gonna
be our friend.

I’m your friend.
Come on, let’s bomb out.

- We’re friends, right?
- Yeah, we’re still friends.

So i’ll see you
tomorrow, right?

Sure, tomorrow.

"Sure, tomorrow."

Don’t worry,
we know our way out.
Come on.

Yo, listen,

you go ahead.
I forgot something
upstairs, all right?

Gotta go do something.

Machine: Hi,
leave a message.

Woman:
Hey, baby.
Sorry I missed you.

Barcelona’s been
canceled.

So i’m coming home early.
I arrive tomorrow

at jfk at 9:20
on American flight 203.

I miss you.

That’s all the dick
you got?

- Jesus.
- I thought a gigolo had
shit that jiggled low.

- What?
- You specialize
in midgets and shit?

How the fuck
did you get in here?

Somebody left
the door open, man.

I came by to tell you
there’s no hard feelings,

and that you and I,
we gotta try and get
along and shit.

Don’t fucking
bullshit me.

You’re not interested
in getting along.

So cut the bullshit.

Okay.

I ain’t interested
in being your friend.

We gotta kiss too much ass
to be down with you.

You’re a funny
motherfucker,
you know that?

Your liberal guilt
kicks in for one minute,

and you got Anton thinking
you’re super whitey and shit.

Then you get tired
of playing "support
your local negro,"

so now you’re ready
to kick his ass to the curb

like some dogshit
on your Bruno maglis.

You know what?
His silly ass don’t
know the difference.

Tomorrow he’s gonna be
out in the park
waiting on you

’cause he thinks
you’re his friend.

I just wanted
to look you in your eye
and tell you that shit.

You’re good.

You’re real good.

I’m a little
choked up right here.

You really aren’t
living to your full potential.

You could be like
a big time hustler.

Sort of storefront preacher,
cotton comes to Harlem
kind of hustler.

You really aren’t
living up to your
full potential.

Maybe I need to take
some lessons from you
in "potential-nism."

You seem to got it all down.
Look at this.

You’re living up
to your potential, huh?

There’s the door.
Use it.

I know where the door is.
I live out there.

That’s my home outside.

I’m going home
to the street, son.

Let me get a taste
of that apple.

You had yours
already.

I know, but as
your manager,

I gotta test yours
to make sure that shit
ain’t poison.

- Really?
- Yeah.

You’re an important
guy now.

People’ll be trying
to assassinate you.

You remember what happened
to Kennedy, right?

I was beginning to think
you weren’t gonna show up.

See, Wes,
I told you.

Yeah, it’s a good thing
i’m not a gambling man.

If you bet, you’d be
poorer than you are now.

Get the fuck
outta here, yo.

Is the apple poisoned?

I don’t know, man.
I gotta finish
the other half.

Gotta get it
in my system.

I’ll let you know.

I guess you’re
feeling funny, huh?

Here you go.

I’ll let you
taste its seed.

- How do you feel?
- I feel good. Here.

Start out slow
with the seed,

see if that shit
affects you.

Come on.

Let’s go back
to your place

and have
a party, man.

My place?
No way, man.

Come on, man.
Something to write
in your journal.

You know,
the day you hung out
with the niggas.

- Fuck it. All right.
- No doubt.

I don’t want to drink
any more beer though.
I want ice cream.

- You get
whatever you want.
- No doubt.

Everybody gonna get
a little something
what they want.

Everybody.

- Let me help y’all.
- All right.

- Got the bucket.
- Give me the cash.

Whooo!

Ow!

Yo, take a hit
of this.

This shit’ll
stop your heart.

It’s the good shit.

Yo, yo, yo,

be careful
with those fingers, yo.

He’s a world class
penis--

and a gigolo
to go.

Why don’t you try
"pianist?" Pianist!

Pianist.
All right,
i’ll be the penis.

What do you think?
I’m the penis?

Woman:
Oh, daddy, you the penis.

Ooh, I got
the hot dog!

You got the muscle!

Ooh, what’s the matter
with him?

He’s just quiet.
Why don’t you go
talk to him?

Hey.

Hey.

What’s up?

Want a hit of this?

No, that’s drugs.

Yeah, it’s drugs.
You want a hit of this?

He likes ice cream.
He only likes ice cream.

Come here.
You like ice cream,
right?

You like ice cream.
Here.

Look, ice cream.
You like that, right?

- Oh, you like ice cream?
- Y-Yeah.

- Ice cream, mm-mmm.
- Go on, get that.

Come on, baby.

Oh, he’s a happy
man now.

Miss Simone,
how nice to see you.

Oh, Manny.

Ooh-wee!

You like that,
don’t you?

Come on, baby,
come on.

Come on,
move your thing.
How’s that?

Come on,
get it on.

- Hit it! Hit it!
- Raise the roof up
in this motherfucker.

Yo, yo, here.
You hit on this.

Let me hit on this
for a minute.

Yeah, shake that
little ass, girl.

That’s what i'm
talking about.

Woman:
Ooh, he liked that.

Yo, Matt.
Yo, Matt.

We got company, yo.

Julie, what are
you doing here?

What am I doing here?
You bastard!

Julie, this is nothing.

- This is nothing?!
- It’s nothing.

You’re smoking pot,
fooling around with floozies

and you call this
nothing?!

I know she’s not
calling me a floozy.
’cause I'll whip her ass!

- Shut up!
- What?!

Don’t tell
my sister to shut up.
I’ll whip your ass.

- Don’t take that.
- Can I have an autograph?

I want this trash
out of my house!

- I’m gonna whip this--
- Matthew: Shut up!

Matthew:
Come on, hold up!

Y’all could use
some drinks and shit
up in here.

- Matthew: Hold on!
- Can I have an autograph?

What’re you talking
about autograph?!

Can’t we all
get along?

What you doing, man?
You’re disturbing my
thought progress.

Y-You think matthew’s
in a lot of trouble?

No doubt.

That’s a sister
he was fucking with
up there, man.

I don’t know
what to tell you.

It seems like you insist
on throwing your life away.

If that’s what you want,
go right ahead and do it!

I can’t stop you.
I can’t tell you how
to be a man.

- Until you know, there’s no
way you’re gonna love me.
- I’m not man enough, Julia?

I got news for you--
no man is good enough
for you!

You want a fan club.
You want thousands of people
running around

- calling your name,
kissing your ass!
- That’s not true.

As cute an ass
as it may be,

I did have slightly
higher expectations
of myself.

Take that.

I don’t want
to drag you down

or stand in the way
of your brilliant career.

Why don’t you just
do what you know
you should do,

and get your shit
and leave?

Speaking
of the devil.

Are you running away
from home too?

Yeah.
Yeah, my mama
gave me a spanking.

Really?

I’m sorry about what went
down up there, playboy.

Woman coming home
and everything.

I thought you had
her in check, yo.

It’ll blow over.
It’ll blow over.

Y-You can stay
with me and Wes.

We’ll take care
of you.

That’s all right.

I’ve still got
her plastic.

You know, you’re like
a cat, piano man.

No matter what happens
you seem to land
on your feet.

Y-You gonna
be okay?

Why you asking
if he gonna be okay?

You the one walking
with skateboard shoes on.

Come on, let’s bounce.
We ain’t got no plastic.

Yo, Anton, how would you
guys like to spend a night

in a really nice hotel?

No doubt.
Let’s do that.

Man:
Here is your suite,
Mr. Roland.

On your right
we have the master
bedroom

with an adjoining bath,
which is equipped
with whirlpool

- and sauna
for your convenience.
- That’s my room.

Ahead we have the parlor
which converts

to an additional bedroom,
also with an adjoining bath.

- You sleep there.
- Continuing on,
gentlemen,

on our left we have
the dining room and full
service kitchen

which is stocked
with a variety of light fare

- compliments of the hotel...
- What’s fare?

- Food.
- Food, man, food.

...and Cuban seed
cigars.

- Food is fare?
- Fare is food.

Our extensive selection
of international cuisine

is available
24 hours a day.

Whoo!
That’s what i'm
talking about.

"Freedness."
free the world, yo.

- What’re you doing?
- This is free.

It’s not free.
I paid for this.

It’s still
free to me.

...a large selection
of movie fare

including adult
entertainment.

You mean like
with titties and shit?

Yes, sir,
I imagine so.

I know what i’m
doing later.

Gentlemen, my name
is Brian.

If you should require
anything else,

please don’t hesitate
to call.

- Thanks a lot, Brian.
- Thank you, sir.

Yo, Brian,
that’s from all of us.

- We appreciate it.
- Than--

- thank you.
- Good looking out.

- Thank you, sir.
- Take care.

Get yourself a brim
for that hat.

Yes, sir,
thank you.

You gave Brian
$5, man.

To be vanna white.
I could’ve done that
shit for you.

Been like, "that’s
the TV right there.

That’s the thing
and that’s a book."
Give me $5.

You don’t have
the accent.

It takes years
to cultivate that.

You work on it.
You might get it.

- Cultivate it.
- I got a accent.
I got a "blackcent."

Right.

Where’s the drain?

Let’s see how
you do this shit.

They got an electric
ass washer up in
this piece, man.

- He’s very funny.
- Yeah.

Oh, shit, I gotta
get one of these shits.

I-I bet julie’s
been a lot of places, huh?

Yup, all over
the world.

I bet she’s been
to Italy, huh?

Yeah, she’s been
to Italy.

Oh.

I want to go
to Italy.

Yeah.

I-I bet she’s
been to France, huh?

Yes, Anton,
she’s been to France.

How about...

England?
Has she been to England?

Anton, like I said,
she’s been all over
the fucking world.

How come you don’t
go with Julia?

I mean, she’s so pretty
and she sings so great.

I would want to be
around her all the time.

Sometimes you get tired
of being "Mr. Simone,"

if you know what I mean.

Well...

Not really.

Maybe we could
talk to Julia tomorrow.

Okay? I’ll tell her--

Anton, this had
nothing to do with you,
okay?

Okay.

But if you don’t
have a place to go,

or if you
can’t go home,

maybe we can
get a house

and we can all
live together.

W-W-What’s
so funny?

Nothing. Nothing.

No.
You never know.

Maybe.

Will somebody
get the door, man?

Come on, I ordered
some pancakes and shit.

- We got a feast coming.
- All right.

Wassup?

Hurry up.

- Yes?
- Mr. Roland,

I am sorry
to disturb you,

but your credit card
has been refused.

It has, in fact,
been listed as stolen.

There must be
a mistake.

I’ll be right down
to clear this up.

Thank you.

- Hey!
- Sorry.

She needs some
sit-ups, yo.

Yo, give me
another one of those.

Slow down, man.

You drinking yours
and throw that shit away.

You should’ve got more
when you was at the hotel.

Fuck you, I paid
for the room, eh?

No, fuck you,
because technically,

these are julia’s.

So the next time I see Julia,
I owe her a sip.

So I guess I gotta add
ungrateful son of a bitch

to your already excessive list
of character faults.

If you’re gonna start
acting all babyish and shit,

here, take one.

Don’t let it be
said I don’t give
to the underprivileged.

I hope that shit
makes you vomit.

What did one balloon
say to the other balloon?

Both:
Shut the fuck up.

No.

"My pop is bigger
than your pop."

My dick is bigger
than your dick,

and i’m gonna hit you
with it if you don’t
shut the fuck up.

You guys argue
too much.

We’re brothers.
We should take care
of each other.

How many times
I gotta tell you?

We’re the brothers,
all right?

See? The black skin,
the black skin.

See that?
That’s white skin.

One of these things
is not like the ’nother.

Man, aren’t you tired
of this black and white
shit already?

Nope, not tired
of the black-white shit.

Because as long as you
motherfuckers got me
out here assed out,

and you can go
wherever you wanna go

and buy whatever
the fuck you wanna buy

and fuck who the fuck
you wanna fuck,

i’m not tired
of it.

You motherfuckers?
Who are you talking about?

I ain’t got shit.
At least you’re black.
You got an excuse.

No one’s ever given me
a second of slack in
this world

without me paying for it
one way or the other.

You see the tears?
I feel sorry for you.

White guy living
in a fancy apartment

off of some
beautiful-assed sister.

Oh damn,
the tears keep falling.

I can’t keep this shit
inside my eyeballs.

I don’t need
this shit.

Fuck this.
I understand you
don’t approve

of a white boy like me
being with a sister,

but you know what?
I don’t give a fuck.

Julie is the only
good thing that’s
ever happened to me

and I don’t have that.
You don’t have a clue
what it means.

To answer your question,
I don’t expect you
to feel shit.

Good, ’cause I don't
even feel a little turd.

- Fuck you. Fuck you!
- Fuck you.

- Fuck you.
- I feel for you, man.

Sit your ass down.
You supposed to feel for me.

How many times
I gotta tell you that?

It’s kind of our fault
he’s homeless and everything.

Damn straight
it’s our fault.
I planted that shit.

I don’t understand.
What do you mean?

I knew Julia was
coming back.

I brought them stank hos
up there just to throw
his shit off.

W-W-Why would
you do that?

Why? Because that’s
a selfish

motherfucker

that looks down
on us.

That’s not true.

Goddamn it.

No! M-Matthew, no!
That’s wrong!

Stop it!
Stop it!

Stop it!

- No!
- Matthew: Fuck off!

Get back here
help!

Police!

Help! Police!

- Give me the money.
- Chill out, man.

- Give me the money!
- Everybody’s gonna
get paid.

Chill out.
Yo, Matthew, man,

that was some beautiful
white on white crime.

We don’t see enough
of that in the community.

Give me the money.
We have to give it back.

You crazy son?
I ain’t giving this--
look at that.

That’s $100 bills.
Yo, you better get
in a time capsule

and back
the motherfuck up, son.

Just chill.
Relax.

Look, you just
a little nervous, man.

Come on,
let’s get outta here
before the cops come.

No!

- Anton, come on, man.
- I said no.

I’m not going
with you guys.

I don’t want to be
friends with people

who do stuff
like this.

You’re some strange
motherfucker.

- You know what?
Fuck you then.
- Give him the money.

Fuck you too.
You the one that
robbed him.

- Now you’re getting
high and mighty?
- That’s right.

So give him
the fuckin’ money.

You better get
outta my face!

- What you gonna do?
- Stop it!

- Stop it! Stop!
- Yo, man.

What the fuck
is wrong with you, son?

Don’t you never
step to me like that,
motherfucker!

Here, take
the fucking money.

Let’s go back
to the park.

Everything was great
when we were singing
in the park.

I can’t go
back there, man.

Can’t we just
get jobs or something?

What kind of jobs,
man?

Huh? Mopping up
a porno house?

Flippin’ burgers?

Tongue kissin’
some cracker’s ass
for minimum wage?

Shit.
Been there, done that, kid.

That ain’t no way
to live life, yo.

This is no way
to live, either.

I wanted to be
an opera singer.

But we’re living on the streets
begging and stealing.

It’s like we're
giving up.

And i’m ashamed
of myself.

And you, you’re ashamed
of yourself too.

And you.

I don’t know why
you two guys fight so much.

You two are
just alike.

Hands in the air!

- Down on the ground.
- Damn, 5-0 got him.

You wanna get your ass kicked
in the back of a police car?

That would feel
all right about now.

Yeah? Well, I don’t.

Yes, can I help you?

He has something
to say.

Go ahead, tell him.

Excuse me, mister...

Officer.
Mr. Officer, sir.

Officer, sir.

There was a guy
who was robbed last night.

Yeah, yeah,
what about it?

- Almost. Almost.
- Yeah.

- He was almost robbed.
- What are you trying to say?

What he’s trying to say
is once again you arrested
the wrong black man.

Is that a fact?

Perhaps you would
like to elaborate.

- Me?
- Yeah, you.

Yeah, go ahead.
You talk now.

Okay.

There was this guys
at the "m.T.M." Machine.

As the young gentlemen
was describing.

- Yeah?
- There was alcohol
involved,

because there was
drunkenness in his mouth.

Then he had
money in his hand.

He saw us walking
down the street minding
our own business--

’cause that's how
we do things.

We was on our way
to a peace rally.

- A peace rally?
- Yes.

To help all the kids
in the neighborhoods.

- Really?
- Yeah.

He said, "could you
fine samaritans
help us out?

’cause I'm trying
to catch a cab

to get home
with my $700."

- Uh-huh.
- There was a north-easterly
flow of wind

that came and pushed
the money down the street.

We said,
"hey, let’s go get

the poor man’s money
and give it back."

We started hearing
sounds of boom, boom, boom.

His head was
getting banged--

Matthew, Wes.
What are you guys
doing here?

- Hold on a second.
-Those are my friends.
They came to get me out.

You were saying?

- The guy...
- The guy.

The guy you’re
really looking for

- he’s Chinese.
- He’s really j-Japanese.

- Combination.
Mixture.
-Really?

- Sort of Asian.
- Really?

Mrs. Potts, we have
some paperwork

for you
to fill out, please.

H-Hi, auntie.

This is really
all my fault, Mrs. Potts.

Yup.

No, it’s not your fault.

Of course it is,
right?

- Yeah, Anton.
- I told you.

I was just thinking
of myself, you know?

He’s a selfish man.
He needs to work on that.

- This is our bus.
- Take care, Anton, okay?

Yo, Anton,

you the man, kid.

No doubt, dawg.

Anton, what did I
ever do except

love you
and take care of you

that’d make you
want to leave your home?

Nothing.

I-I just--

I just wanted to do things
for myself.

Here you go, dawg.

Good looking out.

Anton cracks me up,
talks about we both alike.

You gotta use
your imagination.

Shit, it takes
more than imagination
for that.

It takes some spray paint
and a Harry connick, Jr.
haircut for me.

What you gonna do
from here, yo?

I don’t know.

Try to get
my life back.

What about you?

Not me.
I don’t want my life back.

Maybe i’ll go try
and get your life back.

You were doing
all right, kid.

- I got a beautiful--
- Julia. Julia.

Step off
before you get hurt.

Come on, Manny,
just lay off.

You’re nothing
but a lowlife piece
of trash.

- Show some love, Manny.
- Manny, it’s okay.

I’m sorry.

Hi.

Yo, Anton,
what’s up, baby?

How you living,
son?

It’s me, man.
What the fuck
I told you?

Ain’t even
listening to me.

Didn’t I tell you
you was gonna end up right
back where you started?

I’m not right back
where I started.

Because i’m
not the same person.

I’m very different.

T-Too bad for you
you’re the same person.

Sir, would you like to buy
some Calvin klein socks?

They’re 100% natural fibers.
Guaranteed to absorb

like, toxic odors
and stuff

that could be
in the sneakers.

Excuse me,
but are these
really calvins?

Hey, clarisse,
how you doing?

Fine.

It’s good to see you
doing your thing.

I’m trying to maintain
and visualize

on whole ’nother levels.

I’m trying to hook up
with my old lady too, man.

- Oh, yeah?
- I miss her, yo.

- I didn’t know that.
- I miss my family.

That’s cool,
that’s cool.

We used to light
this shit up,
remember?

Yeah, man.

We sure did.

You see Anton, man?

Yeah, he’s
working in a laundry
or something.

He’s working
in a damn laundromat?

- Yeah.
- That’s some
fucked up shit.

Yeah, I know, man.

Doesn’t seem right.

Wes:
Yo, what’s up,
puddin’ head?

What’re you guys
doing here?

Question is, what’re you
still doing here?

- I-I-I work here.
- You gonna work here
the rest of your life,

or you ready
to get out?

If you’re ready to get out,
we got a job for you.

- What kind of job?
- You want to show him?

- No, you show him.
- Come on, you show him.

- Both: We both show him.
- You get the legs.

- Carla?
- What?

This is Anton,
the guy I was telling
you about.

- That’s my man.
- I’m sorry.

He missed rehearsal,
I put somebody else in
his spot.

- What?
- What’s the big deal?
He just stands there.

This is my ass,
all right?

Yo, you can’t smoke
on the set.

Can’t you see
the fucking no smoking sign?

- Carla, come on, listen.
- Guys, i’m sorry.

- There’s nothing I can do.
- Just put him in.

- I’m sorry.
- Sorry?

- Why you gonna walk away?
- Talk to you later, okay?

- Let’s go.
I’m sorry, Carla.
- This is bullshit.

Yo, you wait
here, man.

Come on,
let’s walk.

Yo, viking.

You know al b. Sure’s
in town?

- He’s playing over here
on the other side of the park.
- You look familiar.

Really?
You ever been down
on Christopher street?

I’m missing a warrior.
There’re only three warriors.

There’s supposed
to be four warriors--

what--

you, get over here!

Warrior!
Come on!

Jesus.

Come on,
you’re a warrior.

You a man or warrior?
Let’s go.

Over there.

Hey.

Come on, come on.
Do your change, it’s great.

Come on.

Come on, come on.
Psst!

Yo, man,
is he supposed

to be there
like that?

I...

- I don’t think so.
- Think he’s supposed
to leave

with the other Russians.

Russians?

Or Puerto Ricans,
I don’t know.

Is he singing?

I don’t think he's
supposed to be doing that.

He’s singing
the fat guy’s
lines, man.

Oh my god.

He’s ripping shit, yo.

Listen to that
motherfucker sing, kid.

That’s my man.

5-0 is up here.
5-0.

Two guys just came
and took my clothes!

That’s the guy right there.
That’s the guy.

Encore!

I wish auntie
and the folks back home
could see me now.

No one would be able
to make fun of me,

because I sang on a big stage
with fabiano grazzi

and there was lights
and everything.

And everybody loved me.

Don’t you think
we should do something?

I am.
I’m praying
right now.

Mr. Rockwell, it looks
like you and your buddies
are getting out.

Oh, i’m sorry.

Would the cast
of "gaywatch" please
move out the way?

Bye, sweet babies.

Why don’t you take
that stupid outfit off?

You look like
a gay ninja turtle.

- I like my hat.
- Come on, man.

You.

Fabiano grazzi!

I wanted to meet you
but the police took
me away.

The police should put you
away on one life sentence
consecutive.

You are the only man
in the world to ever
upstage fabiano grazzi.

Who they are?

These are my friends.
This is Matthew and Wes.

I’m a huge fan.
Huge fan.

- Very intelligent.
- No doubt. Love your work.

When I was little,
my mother talked
Italian to us.

She used to say,
"you want more parmesan
on your ravioli, Benny?"

Benny was my cousin.

Beautiful.
Come on, we take a ride,
we talk about.

In the limo?
What’re you
waiting on, kid?

Get in the limo.

You take a taxi.
I tired of you.

Get the hell outta here.
Go on. Vai! Vai! Vai!

Now we have
a little fun.

What trio
you are, eh?

You ’cause big
buds around town.

- Buds?
- Buds, like weed.

No, how you say?
The buds. Buds.

- Bzzz. Bzzz.
- Oh, buzz, buzz.

Oh, buzz.
That’s not weed.

Last night performance
was a sensation.

- Really?
- You mean i’m
gonna be famous?

No, you already
are famous.

You are the talking
of the whole town.

How he gonna be famous?
He’s a young black kid from
Harlem that sings opera.

What kinda chance
that guy got, man?

I propose another question
for you.

Young black kid
from Harlem,

what chance he have?

What chance does a young
kid from Brooklyn

have from bensonhurst?
Got an answer for that one?

- Shit.
- Oh, shit.

See? Yous never know
until you try.

This kid’s destiny
ain’t been written yet.

I’m gonna teach you
how to say that
in Italian.

Fabiano:
Zi Bella.

Let me ask you
a question, man.

When the nino
hits the street-n-o,

what kinda casho
flow-o

to the wallito?

If he singo
really loud-o

lots of casho
go in the wallito.