Them niggas around the corner tripped out, man.
- Fuck that shit, man! - Let's go. I'll take my car.
Oh, fuck that. We should've let these niggas have it.
- Just pull up, just pull up. - Get your shit ready, nigga.
Damn!
These niggas here?
All right, hold up. Get ready, get ready.
Look out, nigga! What's up, punk?!
Possible 187 at corner of Crenshaw and Century.
They shot my brother!
- Tre, you do your homework? - What homework?
- Yeah, I did it. - Can I copy it?
Hell, no. Too bad, you should've done it.
- Did you hear the shooting last night? - Yeah, I got under my bed.
Man, you a scaredy-cat.
My mama say, "A bullet don't have no name on it."
I ain't afraid. My brothers been shot and they still alive.
They lucky.
Y'all want to see something?
What?
I ain't saying what. Want to see it or not?
Is that blood?
What happened?
Somebody got smoked. Look at the hole in the wall, stupid.
Least I can tell my times tables.
Look! Why is the blood turning yellow?
That's what happens when it separates from the plasma.
So that's how the settlers survived that long hard winter...
...that took so many of their lives, is by eating foods...
...that were given to them, like the turkey and the squash...
...and all the foods that we think of as our traditional holiday meal.
And that's why we celebrate Thanksgiving...
...to commemorate the unity between the Indians...
...excuse me...
...the Native Americans...
...and the early English settlers who were called... Class?
Pilgrims.
That's right, the Pilgrims. Very good.
The penguins!
Who said that?
- Mr. Styles. - That's me.
How is it you always have something funny to say?
Because I'm a comedian.
Would you like to come up and teach the class?
Yeah, I can do that.
Very well, come on up. Instruct us.
- What's the basis of your lecture? - What?
What are you going to talk about?
I'd tell you if you let me talk.
- What's the name of this place? - That's Africa. I know that.
Right, that's Africa.
Did you know that Africa is where the body of the first man was found?
My daddy says that's where all people originated from.
That means everybody's really from Africa. Everybody.
All y'all. Everybody.
I ain't from Africa. I'm from Crenshaw Mafia!
Like it or not, you from Africa.
I ain't from Africa. You from Africa. You African booty-scratcher!
Quiet.
Punk, I'll kick your ass.
That's enough. Count to 10 and be quiet.
I'll get my brother to shoot you!
Get your brother, bitch! I'll get my daddy. Least I got one.
I ain't your bitch. Ain't nobody's bitch, bitch!
Are you listening to me? Sit down, now! That's enough!
As I said, he's highly intelligent. He has an enormous vocabulary.
It's just that...
Yes, go on.
It's just that he has a very bad temper.
It's extremely difficult for him to interact with the other children.
Perhaps I could recommend therapy or a child psychologist.
No, thank you. We can manage just fine.
Is there some problem in the home? Are you employed?
That's none of your business, but...
...I am employed, and I'm studying for my master's degree.
- Then you are educated. - Are we gonna talk about me or my son?
I'm sorry.
Well, we'll be happy to see Tre back in class on Tuesday.
His suspension was only for three days, you know.
- No. You won't be seeing Tre again. - And why is that, may I ask?
- Tre is going to live with his father. - His father?
Yes, his father. Or did you think we made babies by ourselves?
- You tell her go jump in the lake? - What was our agreement?
What did we put down in writing?
"I, Tre Styles, being of sound mind and body...
...agree not to get into any disputes, physical or verbal...
...for the rest of the school year. If I do not conform to this...
...I will go to live with my father, Mr. Furious Styles."
"Signed..." Oh, now, who wrote this?
"Tre Styles."
You have to work on your handwriting.
Bean pies. World-famous bean pies. Like a bean pie, mister?
I just don't want to see you end up dead.
Or in jail.
A drunk, standing in front of one of these liquor stores.
Can you understand?
Look at me. I'm serious.
I love you.
You're my only son.
How you doing?
- I'm fine. How about yourself? - I'm living. That's enough for me.
Well, here he is.
- What's the matter? You can't say hi? - Hi, Daddy.
Go ahead, talk to your friends.
- What's up, Tre? - What's up, Doughboy?
Well, there goes your son.
You wanted him, you got him.
Why you trying to make this so easy?
Well, it's like you told me:
I can't teach him how to be a man.
That's your job.
So it ain't no weekly thing no more, huh?
You staying for good?
Chris, you know Tre, right? Remember, we were playing ball?
Yeah. You the one collect all those comic books.
You living here now?
Thank you, Reva.
Furious.
- Take care of my baby. - He is my baby too.
You still collect comics?
This fool got more comics than a motherfucker.
- Tre, come here. - Watch my stuff.
What up, Tre?
What's up, Rick?
Well, it looks like you got all your friends over here.
When you coming to pick me up?
Listen...
...this is just a temporary thing.
When I graduate, I'll get a better job, a better place to stay.
Maybe a house?
Then you can come back, and things will be better. Okay?
Okay, Mom.
Okay. Can I have a kiss?
- Love you, love you. - Me too. Bye, Mommy.
- Doughboy, staying out of trouble? - I ain't got no troubles.
- You got some troubles? - Lawn trouble.
- Why don't y'all rake these leaves up? - How much?
I'll give you $5 for the whole lawn.
Five dollars. Man, that ain't shit.
- I can make more doing nothing. - Oh, yeah? Doing what?
He work for his uncle.
That's too bad. I guess I just have to get my son to do it for me.
Do what?
Want you to rake up these leaves off the lawn.
Boy, don't look at me funny if I ask you to do something. Take this.
There's two trash bags right there on the ground. See y'all later.
Damn, your daddy mean. He's worse than the bogeyman himself.
Gotta do all these leaves. Who he think you is, Kunta Kinte?
- Later, Tre. - Later.
What you mean, a bogeyman? There ain't no such thing.
- Yeah, there is. - Lf there is...
...I'll bet you Hulk could whip his ass.
Yeah, later.
Tre, I gotta lay down the rules of the house.
Same thing as weekends, you remember?
All right, what are they?
Clean the bathroom sink, floor and tub.
I gotta clean that tub?
Yeah.
Clean my room and water the lawn.
Dad, can I ask you something?
What do you have to do around here?
I don't have to do nothing around here except for pay the bills...
...put food on the table and put clothes on your back, you understand?
Glad I don't have to pay no bills.
You may think I'm being hard on you right now, but I'm not.
I'm trying to teach you how to be responsible.
Your friends across the street, they don't have anybody to show them.
You gonna see how they end up too.
I'm glad you're here, Tre.
You're a prince, you know that?
Yeah. You're the prince...
...I'm the king.
Right now, the king says it's time for the prince to go to bed.
So get yourself together.
I'll see you in the morning, okay?
Oh, shit!
Somebody must've prayed for that fool.
- I swear I aimed right for his head. - Should've blew it off.
Don't say that.
It'd be contributing to killing another brother.
Man, where are these fools?
We've been waiting out here for almost an hour.
- We got a call of a burglary here. - That was about an hour ago.
We didn't ask you that.
Yeah, well, I told you.
Besides, I don't like having my son out in the cold.
Just tell me what happened, sir.
Somebody broke into the house.
I fired at him with my piece, and he ran away.
- You didn't get him? - Lf I did, he'd be laid out here.
- Is there anything missing? - No.
Good, no need to make out a report.
- Got a 415 on Florence between Vermont and Normandie.
Too bad you didn't get him.
Be one less nigger out here we have to worry about.
Hey, little man, how you doing?
Go on in the house, Tre. Go on.
- Something wrong? - Something wrong? Yeah.
It's just too bad you don't know what it is...
...brother.
Ice-cream man!
Wait up!
What's up?
You ain't shit.
You just like your daddy.
You don't do shit and you never gonna amount to shit.
All you ever do around here is eat, sleep and shit.
Look at this place. Way y'all act, y'all must think I'm the maid.
- Is that it? I gotta go. - Hell, no, it ain't it!
It ain't it till I say it's it, damn it!
Cigarette.
Don't get smart with me, I'll knock your ass in the middle of next week.
Where you going, you little fat fuck? You ain't got a job.
Who's that little fucker on my porch?
Oh, you're Furious' little boy, huh?
Boy, you look more and more like your daddy every day.
So tell me something.
How come he don't play cards with us no more?
I don't know.
I know he don't think he's better than us.
Too busy shooting at people.
I heard what happened there the other night.
He still got that same girlfriend?
Excuse me, Mama.
- Why do you always play football? - Because that's what I want to do.
That's right.
I heard Furious shot at somebody last night.
- He get him? - No.
Who is that?
That's my lady, homie. Her name's Brandi.
She ain't your woman. She's my woman.
- How, when she my lady? - She's my wife.
I stick my ding-a-ling in her every night, so that makes her mine.
Get your ass in here and quit looking at them boys!
Punk!
Faggot!
Get off me, with your big 4-by-4 head! Get off!
Get off!
Man, forget that girl. Come on, let's go see Chris.
- Where's my ball? - Man, don't bring that ball.
Me and my daddy going fishing.
We ain't gonna stay long.
- Where's he live? - He don't live far.
Rick, why you have to bring that ball? I ain't saying nothing if it get took.
Y'all want to see a dead body?
Yeah.
Tre's daddy blasted at somebody last night.
Really? What kind of gun your daddy got?
I think it's a 357 Magnum.
Really? I got a deuce-deuce.
My brother gave it to me before he went to jail.
I got it under my bed. Want to see? It's loaded too.
It's up in here.
Damn!
It smell like a dog died.
- Look like Freddy Krueger got him. - He stink.
That's how they smell after a while.
I wonder why it take them people so long to pick him up.
Yo, man, I ain't going up in there.
- Oh, man. - Damn, it's stinky in this motherfucker!
- Hey, throw the ball. - You ain't gonna see it again.
Don't you know this is a dead body?
Yeah, I know that shit!
He ain't bothering you, so don't fuck with him!
Throw the ball, little man.
I ain't gonna take it.
Chris, tell him I ain't gonna take his ball.
I got enough money to buy me a hundred balls. Shit!
Man, I told you not to bring that ball.
Thanks, cuz.
Yo, dog.
Throw the ball.
Shit.
Let's start the game, man.
Man, you stupid! Don't have no sense.
Told you not to bring that ball. Wait till I tell Mama.
Man, shut up. I don't care. Tell Mama.
Y'all leaving?
Hell, no.
Give me my brother's ball back!
- No, no! - Come on, man!
No, don't say nothing. You're gonna lose, man.
- Give me my brother's ball back! - What'd you say, fat boy?
- Give me my brother's ball back be... - Before what?
What your fat ass gonna do?
Yo, Rock! Give the little nigga the ball back.
Stupid motherfucker!
I was gonna give it to you too.
Man!
Hey, man, I got a football.
I never use it myself.
- I give it to you when we get home. - He ain't gonna want it.
His daddy gave him that ball.
Wish I could kill that motherfucker.
Yo, Rock, give me the ball.
Give me the fucking ball!
Hey!
Hey, little man!
Catch!
Man, you sorry.
- I'm going to the store. - Why? You ain't got no money.
I'm going anyway.
- So you a leader or a follower? - I'm a leader.
Okay, then. What's the three rules?
Break it down for me. And, hey...
...think before you answer. - I got it!
Always look a person in the eye. Do that, they respect you better.
Two was to never be afraid to ask you for anything.
Stealing isn't necessary.
And the last one, I think, was...
...to never respect anybody who doesn't respect you back.
That right?
Yeah. Yeah, you got it.
What do you know about sex?
- I know a little bit. - Oh, yeah? What little bit is that?
I know, I take a girl...
...stick my thing in her...
...and nine months later a baby comes out.
You think that's it?
Basically, yeah.
Well, remember this:
Anyone fool with a dick can make a baby, but only a real man can raise his chldren.
I wasn't but 17 when your mother was pregnant with you.
All of my friends was dropping out of high school...
...hanging out in front of liquor stores, getting drunk, getting high.
Some of them was robbing people.
Some of them was even killing people.
Hey, you remember my friend Marcus?
He got into robbing people, wanted me to join him...
...but I said, "No, I'm getting ready to have a son."
I knew you'd be a boy.
I wanted to be somebody you could look up to.
So I guess that's why I went to Vietnam.
Don't ever go in the Army, Tre.
Black man ain't got no place in the Army.
Damn!
Why'd you get it all over me?
- Don't do that no more, that's nasty. - What?
Oh, wait! Listen to this song! I love this song!
{Y:i}Things are gonna get easier
{Y:i}Ooh, child Things'll get brighter
{Y:i}Ooh, child Things are gonna get easier
Oh, damn!
Looks like they going to juvie.
No, man. They going to the gates.
- Yo, man, what happened? - They were stealing.
{Y:i}Someday we'll walk in The rays of a beautiful sun
{Y:i}Someday when the world Is much brighter
{Y:i}Ooh, child Things are gonna be easier
{Y:i}Ooh, child Things'll be brighter
{Y:i}Ooh, child Things are gonna be easier
{Y:i}Ooh, child Things'll be brighter
{Y:i}Someday, we'll get it together And we'll get it undone
{Y:i}Someday
Come on, Tre. Let's go, son.
Come here, Rick.
Come on, man.
Come here, man. Look at all these people back here.
There you go!
Want to learn how to barbecue? Huh?
You're not watching this meat. You just standing here poking at it.
- Give him to me, Ricky. - Shanice, I got him.
Go on back to your friends.
- He's wet. That's why he's crying. - He ain't wet. Now, go on back.
- Okay. - Listen, I'm sorry. Come here.
See? That's how y'all got that one.
Ricky, you make sure she taking them pills.
I don't want a bunch of these around.
I'll be the one taking care of them.
- I'll put him to bed. - Go on to Grandma.
It's all right. All right, okay, shut up, come on.
And flip that meat over.
I'm winning.
Domino, motherfuckers. What you say about that?
Fool, that ain't shit. I beat your ass three times already.
That's just once. Let's play again.
Fuck that, I don't want to play no more. Let's bust some spades.
- Yeah, I'm with that. - Bust some spades?
Cool.
- Know how to play spades, Dook? - Something like that.
I have something to suck on. Here, cut that, G.
I want one of them hootchies over there.
Dooky, you full of shit. No bitch gonna give your ugly ass no pussy.
I bet I get more pussy than you.
Yeah.
You get dopehead pussy.
I get more pussy than your wannabe mack-daddy ass...
- Who you calling wannabe mack daddy? - You, nigga!
No-pussy-getting motherfucker!
Fucking them dopeheads, you stupid-ass nigga.
You don't know what I be getting. Don't be fucking no dopeheads.
I let them suck my dick, but I don't fuck them.
They got AIDS and shit.
You can catch that shit from letting them suck on your dick too.
Thank you.
But I ain't sick. I ain't all skinny and shit.
What you mean, you ain't skinny?
Motherfucker's skinny enough to hula-hoop through a Cheerio.
You ain't got to be skinny or sick. You could die in five years from it.
- Mark ass. - Y'all trying to scare me.
Can you really get it from letting them suck it?
Mark.
Tre? How you doing, baby?
- Fine. - Good, you just in time for the food.
I'm bringing out the rest of the things.
Potato salad. You name it, we got it.
- Everybody's here, so have a good time. - Okay.
Oh, and Tre? Baby, do me a favour.
Talk to Darin for me. Talk to him seriously, you hear?
I am so sick and tired of him going in and out of there.
Maybe some of what you got will rub off on him.
Okay.
What's up, Dough?
Oh, shit! What up, G? Tre, love in effect.
Yo, what's up, Tre?
- What's up, Chris? - Heard you're like Mr. GQ Smooth now.
- Working over at the Fox Hills Mall. - I get discounts on clothes, you like?
You look like you selling rocks.
- Tre, you be slinging that shit? - No, I don't be doing that shit.
Couldn't anyway. Pops'd kick your ass.
You know, I'm out of the pen now.
Trying to keep my ass out this time.
- That's what we here to celebrate. - Yeah.
Damn, brother, how did you get so big?
Pumping iron and eating, man.
Nothing else to do in the motherfucking pen.
Three hots and a cot, know what I'm saying?
Rest of the time I was reading and writing my girl.
- Reading? - Yeah, motherfucker.
I ain't no criminal. I can read, bitch.
Who is that, Shanice?
That's Tre, Ricky's best friend.
He was best friends with Doughboy when they was little.
They be trying to act like they brothers.
Girl, he is fine! I'd like to rush that!
- He go to Washington? - He go to Crenshaw.
I seen him before. He work at the Fox Hills Mall.
Do he got a girlfriend?
Yes.
Jamaica, girl, I was scoping on this ho's man.
He fine, anyway. You better watch his ass. Somebody might steal him.
All right, y'all, come and get it!
- Do you live here? - Okay, girl. Sorry-ass niggas.
Come on.
Why don't y'all act like gentlemen and let these ladies eat first!
Yeah, you act like you ain't never had no barbecue before.
Let the ladies eat. Hos gotta eat too.
Wait, nigga, who you calling a ho? I ain't no ho.
Oops. I'm sorry, bitch.
- Hey, hey, watch your mouth. - Just playing.
All right, enjoy.
And be nice.
Get out of the way! You still up here?
- Hi. - Hello.
So why haven't you called?
Just one minute.
What's up, my brother? She wants to talk to you.
- I know. I'm just taking my time. - Oh, I see.
- You trying to run that game on her. - Yeah, how am I doing?
Well, you're doing just fine.
- Except for one thing. - Yeah, what's that?
She left.
What?
- Damn! - That's all right.
Hey, hey, hey.
Ain't this a bitch?
Wait! Wait!
- Don't worry about it. I got her. - Is she all right?
All right, G.
Sheryl! Come on!
Keep your baby out the street. She gonna get hit one of these days.
You got some blow? You got some rock?
- I'll suck your dick. - Just keep the baby off the streets.
And change her diapers. Girl almost smell as bad as you.
What up, punk? What up, fool?
Mark.
- What is that? Barbecue? - Yeah.
- I know you didn't bring me no swine. - No.
Mrs. Baker told me to bring you a plate.
- Brenda, huh? - Yeah.
She might've had a chance if she didn't talk so much.
Let's see.
She ain't lost her touch. She still can make some barbecue.
Hey, Pop, can you fix my fade back here? And up here?
I'm eating.
After you eat.
Yeah.
Yeah, real close.
So I can brush it, you know, hook up some waves.
Something wrong?
Nope.
What's the problem?
You're getting old, Pop.
- I'm getting old? - Yeah.
I'm getting better, young brother. You getting old.
- You older than dirt. - I'm older than dirt?
- Yes. - I am but 17 years older than you.
Your friends, they got fathers in their 40s and 50s.
These cats are great big... Just slobs, man.
- You know, bellies out to here. - Yes. That's gonna be you!
That's gonna be you, man. Big old fat, juicy roll...
...double-jelly-roll belly. Right?
Sitting in a rocking chair, reading the funny papers!
Then your grandchildren will be running around, saying:
"Granddaddy, give me something. Give me a dollar."
You think so, huh?
Yeah.
Wait a minute, man.
What's all this about grandkids, man?
You using the rubbers I gave you?
I ain't ready to be a granddaddy, all right? I just...
I ain't ready for all of that.
Don't worry. I can take care of myself.
Why are you sweating me, man?
Tre, close the refrigerator. Close it. Come here.
What?
All right?
What? I stink now? I got something on me?
- You had some pussy yet? - What?
- You had some pussy yet? - Yeah! Yeah!
When?
- What? - When?
All right, all right. Just sit down for a second.
Go on, sit down, now.
It was a Sunday, right? Rick and I were kicking it up on Crenshaw.
This group of females rolled up in a Rabbit.
Everybody trying to bum-rush them. Trying to jib and all, right?
Man, there was this one girl everybody was trying to rush.
Baby was fine!
Body was booming, like right out of Jet centerfold.
So I'm, like, eyeballing her.
She walks right up on me and busts out, "Is this your ride?"
Then I say, "Yeah, you want to go for a ride with me?"
She says, "No, I want to drive it."
I say, "Can you drive stick?"
She says, "I can learn if you teach me."
I go into my mack-daddy mode because I'm getting a woody in my sweats.
I says, "Why don't you give me your number, I'll call you for a lesson."
She does.
About a week later, I'm over at her house.
Her mom and grandma are leaving for church.
I walk right up to the door, man.
As soon as I go inside, boom! We go at it, nonstop.
Kissing, hugging, right?
So I pick her up, take her upstairs.
Well, about 20 minutes into it, Mom and Grandma's come home.
Seems Grandma forgot her purse.
Wanted to make sure she has something to put in the collection plate.
Yeah, I guess she could smell the sex in the air or something, right?
She starts straight towards Tisha's room.
That's the last I ever saw of Tisha.
I call her once in a while...
...but when I do, her mom or grandma say, "She can't talk right now.
She busy, doing the dishes."
- What'd you use? - I used the number she gave me.
Why are you sweating me?
I had to use nothing. She said she was on the pill.
How many times I tell you? If a girl's on the pill...
...you use something anyway.
A pill ain't gonna keep your dick from falling off.
I don't know why you insist on learning things the hard way...
...but you gonna learn. Oh, yeah, you gonna learn!
Clean up that hair.
What's up, man?
- What the fuck is wrong with you?! - What?
You slamming my door like some gorilla on a football field!
- Damn, nigga, what's wrong with you? - Nothing.
Guess what, man?
- Recruiter from SC's coming tonight. - Cool.
You know, man, I never lied to my father.
Never?
Well, almost never.
Where's all this coming from?
I lied to Pops yesterday. Told him I weren't no virgin.
Well, you ain't a virgin, is you?
Is you?
Well, technically speaking, I haven't.
You know, I fingered a couple of honeys...
...and sucked on some titties, but I ain't never stuck it in.
Why not, man?
- You really want to know? - Yeah, I asked you, didn't I?
I was afraid.
- Shit! - Get off me.
- See, man? Shut up. Shut up. - What you doing, man?
What you afraid of, man?
Of being a daddy.
Oh. Well, yeah.
But I'm getting old now, see?
And now that I want to slap some skins, Brandi ain't even down for it.
- Even with a jimmy she ain't down. - Is that right?
- I don't see that. - Why the silent treatment?
You haven't talked to me in five days!
You tell your father to say you're not home.
- Then you take the phone off the hook! - Well, I been busy.
Oh, well, don't give me no bald-ass excuse for a lie like that!
What did I do that was so bad that you just had to stop talking to me?
See, you know what you did. See, you gotta get with the program.
I told you about that. I'm Catholic, and it goes against my morals.
Yeah, but Catholic girls are supposed to be one of the biggest hootchies.
- When you bust a cap on somebody? - I bust a cap like, blam-blam.
Damn! God!
Come on, fuck him up, man! Fuck him up!
You say you want to wait till you get married first, right?
No, look at me. Right?
Yeah.
And I say that I'm gonna be the one who marries you.
So it don't make no difference when we do it...
...we still gonna get married, right?
Yeah, but I'm going to college before I marry...
...and there ain't no guarantee that I'm gonna marry you!
Bad shit!
Hey, hey, yo. Yo, bonita.
Damn, look at that ass.
Chica bonita. You come to my casa and let's do the loco thing.
Hey, Dooky, this fool trying to speak Spanish...
- That shit worked. - What up, baby?
So let me knock the stuffing off that Egg McMuffin.
You got a phone number?
- You haven't even given me a ring! - I ain't ready for all that yet!
But you're ready to act like we are, though?
- What your man say? - Don't touch me.
All right.