South Central (1992) Movie Script
What up, niggers?
- Yo!
- What's up?
What's up, Deuce?
Deuce!
Get your ass down here, man.
What's up?
Get in here, man!
Hey, what's up?
Deuce!
Yeah!
Give me a beer, man.
Hey, yo, ossifer,
come here.
Yeah. Come here.
Look, I just wanted
to say I'm sorry...
That's my boy...
Always get the last word
on a suck ass hack.
Welcome back to the street, man.
Let's swing back and
spray that poot-butt again.
I see Loco ain't changed none.
He's still loced out on PCP.
Yo, Bear, give me
eight ball, babe.
Man, things changed since
you been locked down, Bob.
Deuce is springing
up and down Hoover Street.
I'm organizing the Deuce gangs.
I'm fixing to throw a meeting
for all the new sets.
I was waiting on you.
Bobby, you want
a hit of this tranq?
It's a fucking roller coaster.
Aw, man, get that shit off me.
I heard Carole
pinched a baby boy.
What's up, man?
Is it yours?
Yeah, it's mine.
So, what she call it?
I don't know.
You don't know?
Hey, man, I don't
fucking know, ok?
Ok, man. Calm down.
I'm locked down, man.
She don't come around,
so I don't know nothing.
A kid going to cramp
your style, Bobby?
No, man, he's just
another little Deuce.
That nigger mama is so old,
she still ironing
her clothes with a hot rock.
Fuck you, man.
Your mama was so old,
I bet she was the waitress
at the last supper.
Hey, hey, Ray.
Yo, Bobby.
Yo, man.
What up?
Carole out here.
What?
Hey, Carole!
Bobby!
Baby!
Bobby!
Baby. Why didn't
you tell me?
I could have done
my hair or something.
What's up, Ray Ray, Loco, Bear?
Why didn't you tell me
Bobby was getting out?
Shit. Everybody knew,
Carole.
You stink. You high
on that PCP shit?
That's cold, Bobby.
Why you dogging me?
Genie, this is Bobby.
I told you about Bobby.
Bobby, this is Genie Lamp.
Glad to meet you, Bobby.
Glad in your
motherfucking ass, cuz.
Smack man.
Long time, Ray Ray.
Yeah. Since they ran
your ass off of Grape Street.
I don't run, Ray.
I move.
You move...
But your dope stays in my hood.
You are too possessive, Ray.
Plenty of drug addicts
to go around.
We don't like your shit
in our hood, man.
"We," my ass. You.
You don't like it, Ray,
because no money comes to you.
You don't give a shit
about no hood.
Now is not the time, Ray.
Bobby, let's go home.
It's your first day out.
Ray, no trouble.
This ain't over, Lamp.
This is my hood.
We'll take it up
at another time, Ray.
Count on it, smack man.
Kill you, fool!
He's a Kansas City pimp.
Now, it's old hustlers
like that...
They got to go so Deuce
can take over.
We got to weed out
the independents, man,
make our neighborhoods safe
for our kids and our bitches.
Go in the house. I'll be
in there in a minute.
Yo, Bobby, man,
watch your bitch...
'cause that
smooth-talking snake
is probably fixing
to turn her out.
Now, at the meeting
we'll figure out
how we going to deal
with the rest of this shit.
Cool?
Cool.
All right, man.
Tomorrow.
His name is Jimmie.
Why was you in
that fool's apartment?
I didn't have no money, Bobby.
You had enough to buy PCP.
If it hadn't have been
for Genie Lamp,
I wouldn't have had
money for cigarettes.
What did you give him in return?
I didn't give him nothin'.
He was just nice to me.
Nice! He's a hustler.
Don't play me for no sucker!
I ain't playing you, Bobby.
Why no letters, no visits?
I didn't even know
his fucking name!
I was alone, Bobby.
I didn't have no money,
no car, no nothing.
I had to go on the county.
I cursed you. I hated you
for leaving me.
And you know what else?
I had the baby
by myself, Bobby...
By myself.
And it hurt me.
It hurt me.
Shit.
I'm your daddy.
Goo goo?
Daddy?
What's up?
You're going to
get me in trouble.
Hey, baby.
How you doing?
Hey.
All right?
Everything
going to be all right.
I'm home now.
You did a good job.
He's a fine boy.
I missed you, bobby.
I love you.
Hey, what up?
All right.
What up?
All right.
Shut the fuck up.
We...
are Deuce...
and we multiplying.
Schools are turning out
more Deuces
Than graduates.
The gangs is fixing
to be the strongest force
on the streets of L.A.
So we...
got to be the strongest gang.
- Yeah!
- Yeah.
- Yeah!
- Deuce, Deuce, Deuce.
If they put us in jail...
Fuck 'em.
We take over the jails
and the streets, too.
Now, you all know
Bad Ass Bobby Johnson.
Well, his daddy and my daddy
are in prison today.
Why?
Because in the 1965 watts riots,
they tried to control the day.
You don't control the day.
The man controls the day.
But we will...
control the night.
Now, at night
we take over the land,
and that's the same thing
as owning it,
and don't shit go down
in the hood
unless we say so.
Every Deuce set should lay claim
To a school or a park
in their hood
and respect each others' rights.
And to make sure there ain't
no misunderstanding
about whose shit is whose,
every gangster in the set
should write his name
somewhere obvious
in the park or playground.
Now, to finance us...
we got this.
My boy.
Homeboy.
You buy it from me,
the money stays in the hood.
Sell it.
Don't use it.
Let the other fools
have the habit.
And don't let nobody
sell nothing in your hood.
Now, I know there are
a lot of drug dealers
on this side of town,
but that shit's going to stop.
Now, we going
to have to kill somebody
to send out the message,
"Don't fuck with Deuce."
Now, in 1972,
Deuce started out
with 2 members.
Now there are hundreds.
In 5 years...
there'll be thousands.
Control your hood.
Everybody's
going to party tonight.
Ain't that right, Jimmie?
Everybody's going
to party tonight.
What do you want, Ray?
We came to party.
You guys got I.D.s?
Most of you look
too young to party.
Got I.D. in your face,
motherfucker.
I.D.s?
We ain't got no I.D.s.
Do you have a license
for that gambling club out back?
Play the music.
I said play the music!
You all try to enjoy
your evening.
Drinks are on me.
We'll buy our own drinks, chump.
Whatever you say, little Bobby.
I missed you, Bobby.
I missed having fun.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Shh. Hey,
don't wake him up.
Let's send
the bitches home, man.
Send the bitches away,
the bitches going to play
with somebody else.
What the fuck is that
supposed to mean?
Come on, man. We got
business to take care of.
We check out the crack factory.
We catch up to them later.
Cool.
Fine.
You take Jimmie.
Come on, Clarice.
Shit.
Bobby, don't go soft on me, man.
I need you to help me
pull off this organization.
I know you got a kid and all,
but you still Deuce, ain't you?
Course I am.
Yeah.
Going to be some
wealthy motherfuckers.
Damn right. Shit's
changing everything.
Yeah. It ain't right.
Come on. Come on.
Let's go see your mama
In a minute.
Yo, man, put that baby in bed.
Hey, hey. Hey, hey.
This is only the beginning, man.
Money's going to be flowin'.
Catch you later.
Hey, hey. Hey, hey.
Be cool, home.
What you want?
I just want to talk
to you, Bobby. Come on.
I ain't goin' nowhere with you.
Are you scared?
I ain't scared of you.
Him, then?
Fuck him.
Fuck you, too.
Come on, chump.
So, what's up?
Help yourself.
No, thanks.
You heard what the man
said, motherfucker.
Clean your plate, now.
Aah!
Ah-choo!
What is that?
It's the big, bad boy, bobby...
Smack.
You like it?
Can you hear me?
I know that you young Deuces
think that you're tough,
and maybe you are.
But you don't fuck with me.
You don't fuck with Genie Lamp!
I do my business,
and I keep on doing it.
Do you understand me?
Now, you tell Ray Ray Dewitt
what I say here.
Either we live in peace,
Or people are going
to die... A lot of people.
Have a nice day.
And enjoy the big,
bad boy, Bobby.
Grab my shit. We're not
coming back here.
Carole.
Carole.
Hmm?
Shh.
That snake give you this shit?
I'm going to kill
that motherfucker.
Bad ass...
Kansas City smack man.
Look at you now.
Yeah, fuck you, Ray Ray.
I tried to tell you, Genie.
You don't fuck with Deuce.
You remember Bobby, don't you?
Bust a cap in that motherfucker.
No, Bobby, don't do it, man!
Don't listen to what
these guys are saying!
It's your woman
he's fucking with.
I swear to God, I never
touched your woman, man!
Bobby, I swear I didn't
do this to you, man.
I didn't do anything.
Bobby, don't do it!
Loco...
Spray the place.
Come on, man, let's go!
Yo, man, fuck this
sitting around shit.
We did what we had to do, right?
I mean, the motherfucker
was in the way
of Deuce progress.
Now, he needed to get got.
Come on, Bobby, man.
You O.G., now,
brother.
Bobby Johnson...
original gangster killer.
Bear, you got the stuff?
Yeah.
You O.G. now,
man.
Now you get your heart.
This is what deucing's
all about...
taking care of your own...
and let nobody...
nobody...
diss Deuce.
What's... Jimmie!
There you go.
Bobby, what's wrong?
Bobby, you didn't!
We got to move.
Pack your things.
I can't stand this no more.
When we going to do something?
We been sittin'
around here for months.
What's happened to you?
You know what's up.
Yeah, I know what's up.
Hidin' out, layin' low.
What are we going to do?
Are we going to spend the rest
of our lives cooped up?
No, you going to
sit your ass down
and shut up.
Well, you can't keep taking
all your frustrations
out on this!
I'm trying to feed this kid.
Bobby, Ray Ray's getting rich.
Some of that money is ours.
Fuck it.
I'm going out.
You know what's up.
Shit.
Don't talk to nobody.
Damn!
Come on. Come here.
Come here.
Check me out, Bob.
Ooh! Nice ride,
Ken Dog.
Cash money, baby.
Yeah. We traded
a sack of rocks
for this motherfucker.
You both own it?
Yeah. But I drive.
Shit, you don't want
to ride with Loco drivin'.
Hee hee hee.
Hop in, man.
We'll ride.
No, man.
You still worried
over smack man?
You got to relax, homeboy.
Word on the streets is that
cops stopped looking.
Shit, man. You did
the neighborhood a favor.
Little Deuce, you want
to go for a ride, babe?
Sure, we do.
Huh?
Come on, let's go.
Damn!
Look at that bitch.
Damn.
She a hustler?
Be cool, Loco.
Relax, Bobby. It's only
a fine-ass bitch.
Damn! I know you ain't
hustling, baby.
Why's that?
You the police?
We look like
the police to you, bitch?
We Deuces, baby.
You bad boys kill anybody?
Shit, you know we down
for that 1-8-7, baby.
Why? You want
somebody killed?
Man, shut up!
Drive off, Ken Dog.
Take me with you.
God damn it!
So, you selling fur today, baby?
Huh?
How much you charge Loco
for the kitty cat?
What? You need to be high?
'Cause I got the rock.
How much this party cost?
Nothing, baby.
It's on the state.
LAPD. Pull over.
What the fuck?
You a cop?
I'm busting your asses
for soliciting and possession.
Pull over!
I never heard of him.
Yeah, really?
What's this mean, man?
Don't touch.
Aah!
That's a Deuce sign,
or somebody just
shit in your face.
Tell me about Ray Ray Dewitt.
I never heard of him.
Don't bullshit me, Johnson!
You and him are leaders
of this Deuce gang.
You run together
on Hoover Street.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Well, here's another
name for you...
Genie Lamp.
You definitely heard of him.
I never heard of him.
Let me help you out
a little bit.
The morgue said he was hung
like a quarter horse.
Big tally whacker,
length and girth.
Real cocksman with the ladies.
I never heard of him!
Ooh.
Ok, Bobby.
Ok.
You like potatoes, Bobby?
This looks like it could
have been an Idaho Red.
It's a little bit
mangled, though.
There's a hole right through it.
I got your fingerprints
all over that gun, Bobby.
You want to talk to me now?
My boy still here?
I think so.
Can I see him?
Sure.
Why not?
Yeah, it's me.
Bring his kid down.
These 2 guys we
picked up with you...
Were they in on this hit?
You're going up for this.
This isn't the youth authority.
You think it's right
you take the rap?
You'll do 10 years
while they do 3 or 4
months for possession.
Oh.
This is a cute baby, Bobby.
Too bad it's going
to be a long, long time
before he sees his daddy again.
You're going to miss him
Saying his first words.
You'll miss his
first days of school.
You'll miss it all.
And why?
Give me some names.
I'll cut you a soft deal.
Think about this one.
Man, what you talking about?
J-Rock, what's up?
All right.
What's up, y'all?
J-Rock, Jimmie, man,
what it was, cuz?
What that Deuce like, Termite?
We kicking down, cuz.
Holding down the set.
Word.
Hey, man.
Let me give it back.
Hey, booty.
Get back, man.
Get back.
Get him, J-Rock.
Don't let him treat you
like that.
Get him, man.
Get him!
That ought to do it.
Yeah, man.
That ought to do it.
Check it out!
Ray Ray and Bear in a Benz.
What's up, little homeys?
What up, Ray Ray?
That a fine ride, man.
Deuce travel in style,
little cuz.
Sure. You right.
Yeah. What's up,
little J?
We down, Ray Ray.
What's that you claiming?
We claiming Hoover
and South Shore.
We down with 32s and quads.
Straight like that.
Straight like that, huh?
Come here.
Let me talk to you.
Bear, entertain
the little homeys
While I talk
to J-Rock.
So I was thinking...
maybe it's time
to jump you in on a set.
You down for that?
Yeah, Ray Ray.
This is an honor,
so you got to put in the work.
What you need?
That 1-8-7?
No. Not right now.
Come here.
What I need is car sounds.
I got a good market,
so I need good stuff.
Don't lift no junk.
Just the good stuff.
You dig me?
Sure, Ray Ray.
Bring me that good stuff,
and I'll turn it
into cash. Sound good?
Sure. You right.
Here's some gappers to fill
them gaps in your pockets.
Spread this around
to your homeys,
and they'll respect you.
All right?
They'll work for you,
And you work for me.
Cool?
Whoa!
Thanks, Ray Ray.
That's ok.
Just bring me them sounds.
Later, I'll set you
to slanging for me.
You'll have a BMW
before you're
old enough to drive.
Here's some bud, too.
Hell, man!
Thanks, Ray Ray.
All right.
Be cool.
Bear, let's go get some shrimp.
There you go.
Come on.
One more. One more.
Come on.
Drive it. Drive it.
Come on. You got it.
Come on, cuz.
Push it! Push it!
Push it!
There you go.
Yeah!
Yeah. All right.
All right, cuz.
Let me get some.
Is that Loco?
Time's up, motherfucker!
Loco.
Hey, what the fuck
are you doing, darky!
This brother is
Hoover Deuce, motherfucker!
Straight like that.
I don't care
if he's your butt-wife.
He owes my brothers
8 box of smoke.
Fuck these homos.
Hey! You 2 motherfuckers
want to go head up,
that's ok, but Deuce eyes
don't want to see
Aryan nation banging on one
consolidated Deuce brother.
Aryans don't want
nothing with the Deuce.
This punk owe us.
So what up, Bobby?
This is my home boy
from the set,
Hoover Deuce,
and I'm keeping him.
Just give me the tranq.
He ain't no Deuce.
He's a motherfucking sherm head.
You take him, Bastille,
the debt on you.
You going to owe Aryans 10 box.
These peckerwoods going
to make it real expensive.
This is a O.G. call.
I'm keeping him.
O.G.?
Fuck.
We owe you one, Buddha.
No, you owe us 15 box.
Aryan interest, motherfucker.
Ray Ray don't give
a rat butt about no hood.
He run me off the set.
Wait a minute.
He what?
Mm-hmm. He run
Loco off the set.
And dig this.
I've been on
Hoover Deuce set forever,
and he run me off
Like some old orphan dog.
Since then,
I've been committing me
some robbery with iron, baby.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Ray Ray's supposed to be
taking care of business.
Protecting his own.
He protecting his own,
all right.
That's all he doing.
Get moving, you two.
Exactly. So if...
I mean, if you can do that,
then we're on.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, well,
we can do that tomorrow.
You're spitting
a lot of negative at me
about Deuce, Loco.
What's up?
Ray Ray don't share a dime
with no motherfucker on the set.
He got himself a new
car for Ray Ray.
A new house for Ray Ray.
He got all new sets out
selling his crack.
Hell, he even got them
little wannabes out working.
What you talking about?
Ray Ray got them
little boys out there
stealing car stereos for him,
and he's cheating 'em, too.
He give 'em $20... maybe.
He sells those stereos for $100.
Hell, Ray Ray got your boy
out there stealing stereos.
What?
Little J-Rock his star.
Ray Ray using my boy
to steal for him?
He a snake.
Loco, look at me.
Jimmie 10 years old.
At that age,
they don't ask no questions.
Come here.
It's Wednesday night,
and daddy is ready.
Come here, baby.
Come here.
I been waiting
all week for this.
Shit!
Goddamn burglar!
For god sake, Willie.
What was it?
I got that bastard.
Call the cops.
He was just a baby.
Baby, my ass.
That so-called baby
stole my car sounds.
Come with us,
Mr. Manchester.
How could I know that was a boy?
I was protecting my family.
I have that right.
You still have to come
down to the station.
Oh, Willie! No!
I can go to Vietnam
and protect the country,
but I can't protect
my own family.
Man, this is fucked!
Keep it warm, baby.
I'll be back.
You hang in there,
little black child.
Fight for your life, baby.
You got lots to live for.
Yes. You just
hang in there.
Brother Bobby.
How you living, homeboy?
We heard about J-Rock.
He ok?
What the fuck you doing, cuz?
Ain't doing nothing, Bastille.
Fuck that.
You need your homeboys.
Leave me alone.
I need time to think.
We Deuces, bobby.
We down.
That's bullshit!
What you saying?
You saying you want out?
I don't...
No, man. Look,
just leave me alone.
You Deuce or you ain't.
Deuce got my kid shot.
Deuce will take care of that.
Ray Ray will smoke that bastard.
Fuck Ray Ray.
Fuck that!
Fuck this!
Clear the line!
You want to be on your own?
You got it, fool.
But don't come trying to suck
your way back into Deuce
when the Aryans punk you
in your motherfucking ass.
Let's go.
Got to go, Bobby.
Can't be alone in here.
How you feeling today?
Oh...
Kind of hurts, huh?
Ow.
It's all right, baby.
Yes?
How is he?
He's quite critical.
May I ask your business?
I'm his mama, fool.
I'm sorry.
Is he ok?
No, he isn't ok.
Can he talk?
He's very weak.
He sleeps most of the time.
You can sit with him.
I'll leave you alone.
Maybe I'll just wait
till he can talk.
You don't want to sit with him?
No point in just
staring at him, huh?
You suit yourself.
He got his self caught
robbing off somebody's goods.
He'll end up in the pen
just like his daddy...
And his granddaddy.
Hey!
Hay is for a jackass, darky.
There it is.
Ping-pong.
Shit.
You never played
ping-pong?
Ain't you got a pool table?
No, but this is fun.
Want to try it?
That's honky ball.
I ain't playing no honky ball.
Honky ball?
Kim, do you two mind if we try?
No, nurse Shelly.
He can play.
Don't put yourself out.
I ain't interested
in no honky ball anyhow.
Nonsense.
You're going to love it.
Pick up your paddle.
1 for me, nothing for you.
You're going to be
real easy to beat.
2 for me and nothing for you.
Really easy to beat.
Good.
Ray!
Hey, bubba!
This ain't my house.
Come on. In.
What about my stuff?
We'll take care of it.
Just got out of the hole,
didn't you, jitterbug?
Now, what you want?
World's been showing you its
booty a long time, right?
What? I got
a glass forehead, man?
Yeah, man.
Well put.
These eyes see right
through to your brain.
And with your mind,
you can't do
but one of three things.
You can kill your enemy
and wind up on death row,
you can turn on yourself
and go crazy,
or you can change.
My name's Ali.
Oh!
Jimmie, are you all right?
Yeah. My back hurts
when I slam.
Well, don't slam.
No way!
You getting to like honky ball
just a little, huh?
Your boy?
Yeah.
How old?
He's 3 in that picture,
but he's 10.
Birthday's July 13, 1981.
Line 'em up!
Close 'em.
What the fuck is this?
You're here because
you are now my property.
You belong to the Aryans,
you little sugar.
We own you.
Suck my dick!
I don't tolerate no disrespect
from my property.
Fuck you, Buddha.
That's better.
Now let's get down to business.
Making a big mistake
butting in
on Aryan business, Ali.
I do not mean to pry, Buddha,
I truly do not.
I just want to ensure
this man gets a fair turn.
He is Aryan property now.
He belongs to me.
The Deuce paid
their debt with him.
Are you going to stand
in the middle of that?
No, Buddha.
I break no jailhouse laws.
It's not my intent
to break the peace.
But somebody got to ensure
you don't break any laws.
What the fuck you talking about?
We all know Bobby here a man.
He a man,
so nobody punking nobody here.
Am I right, Buddha?
Buddha, do you,
or do you not recognize
this a man standing here?
Yeah.
Yeah, I know he's a man.
Good.
Now all that remains
is the terms.
What is it you require
of an indentured servant?
A what?
Um, a helper.
Oh...
Well, cigarettes,
lots of cigarettes.
Give me a specific
number, Buddha.
How many cigarettes?
15 box, plus interest.
You don't have to...
Quiet!
What interest?
Yeah, laundry,
shoeshines, errands.
I want his dessert for 15 years.
Let's be reasonable.
Let's say 3 months.
All of the above for 3 months.
Ok.
Let's eat breakfast.
Jimmie?
Oh, I'm sorry
to interrupt your game.
I'm out of here.
I'll see you, Jimmie.
Jimmie,
this is Dr. King.
He'd like to talk with you, ok?
Why don't we
have a seat over here
by the window?
All right?
Ok.
Do you know
what child abuse means?
Sure. That's parents
riding down on their kids.
Does your mama ride down on you?
She used to.
She's a sherm head now.
A what?
PCP.
Yeah, she smokes it
in her cigarettes. You know.
Does she fix meals
for you at home?
Nope.
Not ever?
I take care of myself.
What about school?
Does your mama send you
to school every day?
School's for squares.
A fool can't make
no money at school.
So how many parole hearings
you been denied on?
Whew.
This brother, Ray Ray,
you trying to kill him?
Yeah... maybe.
'Cause you think
he shot your boy?
No, because he's responsible,
because he had Jimmie
out stealing for him,
because he used me,
and he used my son.
So where were you...
the boy's daddy,
while Ray Ray was abusing him?
I was in here.
Mmm-hmm.
In prison.
What you saying?
You saying it was
my fault he got shot?
You saying I should have
been there?
I ain't saying a damn thing.
You doing all the saying.
Why do you even give a shit?
What is it to you?
I'll tell you.
I had a boy.
Now you going to
preach to me, right?
Yeah, I'm going to preach...
And you going to listen!
I had a boy...
And I was on him.
I was on him about
how he dressed for school,
and I was on him
about leaving his toys
cluttered around the house.
He'd say, "Hi, daddy,"
and wave his hand.
I'd say,
"Hold your shoulders back."
Later on in school,
I kept him from his friends
'cause his grades were too low.
I embarrassed him by marching
him home in front of me.
I loved my job and my women
more than my own son!
Behaved like that
his whole young life.
He ran away
when he was 13...
Hooked up with
a tough bunch of hardheads
and got killed not much later.
Shot down dead.
So I took their lives,
3 of them,
and I ended up in here...
for life, man.
I was some daddy.
See...
That's a problem
in our community, man.
Black man is in prison
Or dodging prison,
and his kids suffer.
It's the anger in the black man,
the cycle of hate.
You in that cycle,
little brother.
Did you grow up with your daddy?
No.
I see inside you, man.
You still got some time
before it eats you up,
but you've got to break
your cycle.
Hate is broken by giving.
I give to you,
and I break my own hate cycle.
Why do I give a shit?
Me... and you...
we brothers, and we got
to be there for our children.
For me, it's too late,
but not for you.
You owe me 15 box of cigarettes.
You repay me by reading.
2 hours every day.
I owe everybody in this joint,
and all I did was help
my homeboy Loco.
Helping is costly.
Hello.
I'm nurse Shelly.
I'm sorry I'm late.
I've been taking care of Jimmie.
Excuse me.
All healed up.
The pain gone?
You know, we're going
to miss you, Jimmie.
You've been like one
of the family around here.
I'm real proud of you.
Jimmie...
These people are here
to help you.
I know you don't
think so right now,
but you need help, baby.
They're going to help you
have a better life,
so you can grow up
to be a good man.
You understand what I'm saying?
Do you trust me?
Then trust them, too.
Ok?
Come on.
I'm going to miss you
most of all, nurse Shelly.
I'm going to
miss you, too, baby.
I got pretty good
at honky ball, didn't I?
You sure did, honey.
I'm real proud of you.
Bye, nurse Shelly.
Goodbye, Jimmie.
All right, guys, listen up.
This is Jimmie.
He's our new boy.
This bunk will be yours,
all right?
Breakfast around here
is at 7:00.
Lunch is at noon.
Dinner is at 6:30.
If you're late, you miss it.
Lights out
at 9 P.M. sharp.
Get yourself situated,
and we'll talk later.
Off that bunk, Rodriguez,
or your ass is in a sling.
Deuce here!
I feel like my brain's
swelling, Ali.
Look at all this stuff
I never knew about,
All these people
I never heard of...
Adam Powell, Garvey,
Elijah, W.E.B. Du Bois.
Man!
Lights are coming on inside you.
Man, that's a glorious
feeling when that happens.
Listen to this.
"You may tie my hands
with chains
"and my feet with shackles
"and put me in a dark prison,
"but you shall not
enslave my thinking,
"for it is free,
like a breeze..."
"in the spacious sky."
Mmm.
That's a little beautiful
poetry about attitude.
Bobby.
You remember I asked you
about your parole denials?
Yeah.
You know why you keep
getting turned down?
No.
Attitude.
See, you can sit there
before the parole board
and lie with your mouth,
say you're going to be good,
you're going to go
straight forever,
but your attitude
is saying the truth...
"I'm going to kill you.
I'm going to
rape your daughter."
Ain't nobody going
to let you out of this cage,
and ain't nobody going
to let you
into their confidence
until you change your attitude.
Truly change your thinking.
Like this says,
"My thinking is mine.
I choose."
That's it.
Buddha said shine those.
Tell Buddha it's done.
A salaam Aleichem.
Aleichem salaam.
How's it going?
We're about there.
He wanted Ferrari Red,
But I talked him
into soul-brother brown.
Ow!
This will be the final
touch of the new you,
Jitterbug.
Aah!
Come on, let's get
your mind off the pain.
Author.
"One day on
the red hills of Georgia,
"the sons of former slaves
"and the sons
of former slave owners
will sit together at
the table of brotherhood."
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Author. "You can't
hold a man down
without staying down
with him."
Booker T. Washington.
Good.
Author. "We have allowed
death to change its name
"from southern rope
to northern dope.
"Too many black youths
have been victimized
"by pushing dope
into their veins
instead of hope
into their brains."
Finish.
Jesse Jackson.
You sure don't look much
like a killer no more
with that badge of shame
off your face.
Ali...
Thank you...
For helping me.
You repay me...
by helping another.
Bless yourself
by helping someone else.
Faith...
Hard work...
Help.
You got it?
I got it.
You got parole?
I got parole.
Congratulations.
Thank you very much.
You got your second chance.
Don't blow it, brother.
I won't blow it.
Are you a Deuce?
No, I am not.
Can you stand alone
like a man has to?
Yes.
Go find your boy.
Save his life.
I'll do it.
If it takes my life, I'll do it.
I believe you, Bobby.
Hey.
Carole.
Hey...
Bobby?
Why didn't you tell me
you was getting out, Bobby?
I would have done
my hair up or something.
Shit.
I don't feel good, Bobby.
Come on.
Come on, baby.
Come on.
Get up.
Come on.
Come on, get up.
Oh, Bobby.
Baby...
Where's Jimmie?
Aw, Carole.
Carole.
Come here.
Here. Drink this.
Drink this.
All of it.
Bobby. Baby, I didn't know
you was getting out.
Carole. Carole!
What is this?
I'll pay.
Don't worry.
Carole!
This says they took
Jimmie away. Why?
They... they took him.
He gone.
He just gone.
Gone where?
He gone bye-bye.
Carole...
Look, don't let...
Don't let this be happening.
How are you doing?
As it says...
James was brought here
back in august
as a ward of the court.
I'd like to see him.
No. No, no.
No, that would be impossible.
Why impossible?
Well, for one,
visitors must have a visitor's
pass issued by the county.
2... visiting day
is Thursday.
This is Friday.
3... even to visit
on Thursday,
You have to be put on
the boy's visiting list.
I'm going to level with you.
I just got out of prison.
I haven't seen my son
in 10 years.
Prison? Oh, shit.
We have to get permission
from the state
and the parole officer
and the county
to even put an ex-convict
on the visiting list.
Sorry, buddy.
I need to see my son,
but will you help me?
I'm sorry.
I understand.
It's not your call.
Wait.
Wait a minute.
I'm going to let you
visit your son.
Thanks.
Keep it short.
In the future, all visits
will be by the rules.
Agreed?
Yeah.
This way.
Keep it short.
Hi.
So, what up?
It's me, Jimmie.
Bobby Johnson.
It's your daddy.
They treating you right in here?
They feeding you ok?
Yeah.
You're really my dad?
Yeah.
You going to
take me out of here?
Yeah, I'm going
to get you out of here,
but that's going
to take some time.
How much time you talking about?
I don't know how long...
Exactly.
Yeah, right.
But I am going
to get you out of here.
You have to believe me.
I'm not going
to leave you in here.
When I get out,
we can ride down on that
buster Willie Manchester.
Who?
Willie Manchester,
The fool that gauged me.
Look, man.
I'm sorry, man.
I should've been here for you.
I should've been here.
We could do it tonight.
Go find that nigger
and spray his butt.
No, we can't do that.
What you mean, we can't?
I mean, it's not about killing.
Where your black heart at?
I took it off.
Why?
What you do that for?
Listen, Jimmie,
I've put all that
gangbanging stuff behind me,
and you should do the same.
No way, man.
You crazy.
Jimmie, listen to me.
You ain't my daddy.
You ain't Bobby Johnson.
Who are you?
I am your daddy.
Man, I'm outty.
Bobby, you scared me.
Listen, I'm going out.
Juwanda told me to tell you hi.
She said she don't know
why you haven't stopped by
in all this time.
They just took Jimmie away?
They just took him?
I got to go, Bobby.
I got to go.
Yeah, yeah.
Ahem.
Good morning.
Step back, please.
Can we come in?
We're looking for
a James Michael Johnson.
Jimmie?
Is he here?
No, he isn't.
Why?
Who are you?
Bobby Johnson.
I'm his daddy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's this about?
Jimmie's at
the detention center, right?
Not anymore.
Your son ran away last night.
What?
What happened?
Well, we're trying to find out.
You're sure that
he didn't come here?
Of course.
Ok.
If he gets in touch with you,
you contact us immediately.
You got that?
Yeah.
Hey, man, what the hell
you think you're doing?
What's up?
You guys know Jimmie Johnson?
Who wants to know?
I'm his daddy.
You can prove that?
How we supposed to know
you ain't no damn dick, man?
Look, you know him or not?
Hey, know my ass, man.
Get your ass out of the car,
motherfucker, all right?
He is punking out.
Shit.
You motherfucker, man.
Here you go.
Here you go.
Any y'all know Jimmie Johnson?
Man, you better have an invite,
walking on this turf.
I'm O.G. Bobby Johnson.
You're Killer Bobby Johnson?
You J-Rock's daddy?
Yeah. J-Rock broke out
of jail. I'm looking for him.
Sure you right.
You going to ride down
on Willie Manchester?
Yeah. I need J-Rock.
Know where he at?
He at Ray Ray's storehouse
on Crenshaw and Hope Street.
Cool.
Hey, O.G. Bobby Johnson,
You need help killing
Willie Manchester,
you just call.
Bear.
What you want?
Where's Ray Ray?
Who is it, Bear?
Well, well, well.
O.G. Killer...
Bobby Johnson.
Heard you got out
of the joint, homeboy.
Also heard a whole lot
of other bad shit.
I'm looking for my boy, Ray Ray.
You seen him?
What'd you do, man?
It's cool.
What you trying to prove?
I'm through with that.
Through with what?
How you going to be
through with your family?
No, that's your family.
I ain't playing games anymore.
Do you know where Jimmie is?
Look, I ain't
playing games either.
Now, the Deuce is 50,000 strong
all across L.A. now,
Bobby.
I built the organization
that we were talking about.
You helped start it.
So... so what
you telling me now, man?
You don't want no part of it?
I owe you, man.
We... we owe you...
10 years...
Of our lives.
Half...
half this shit is yours.
I don't want it.
I'm just looking for my boy.
Now, for the last time,
do you know where he at?
He right here, cuz.
Jimmie.
I ain't going back there.
Listen, son,
you're doing this wrong.
I ain't going
back there. No way!
Jimmie, listen,
if you don't go back there now,
you'll be running from
the law your whole life.
I won't let you make
the same mistakes I made.
I'll get you out...
Legally.
That's bullshit!
I know it'll take some time,
but I can do it.
I want you back with me.
He don't want to go.
That's no place for a Deuce.
Stay out of this, Ray.
This is between me and my son.
This is not your business!
Wrong.
It is my business.
Now, the county's his mama now,
and Deuce is his daddy.
And I am Deuce.
Deuce ain't his daddy.
I'm his daddy!
Deucing got me 10 years
in prison, Jimmie,
and it got you shot.
It's wrong.
You can see that.
Now, fuck that!
Let him decide for himself.
Now, J...
You going to stay with us,
make some money,
drive a BMW, have fun,
or you want to go back
to kiddie jail?
I ain't going back there.
It isn't jail, Jimmie.
Don't let him lie to you.
Ray Ray is a drug dealer.
He hurts people.
I don't want to see you
die in these streets.
J-Rock,
how's your back feel?
You want to take care
of that business?
You want to smoke old Willie
since your
punk-ass daddy here
ain't got the heart
to put in the work?
I spent 10 years
of my life in prison
for putting in work.
I'm your daddy, Jimmie.
I love you.
I want you back with me.
Deuce take care of their own.
Like you took care of Loco.
Fuck that sherm head.
Let's put in the work.
Stay here, J.
We going to put in some work.
Get your punk ass out of here.
Uhh!
Say...
Say, brothers,
what's going on here?
You fucking with the Deuce.
No, no, no, damn it.
You got the wrong man.
I don't know no aces, deuces,
or anybody.
Sure, you do.
Come here, J.
This is J-Rock.
You recognize J-Rock,
don't you?
I ain't never seen him
before in my life.
Look real good, Willie.
Show him, J.
Th-that was
an accident.
I was protecting my family.
Stop bitching!
Now, you shot him
in the back, motherfucker.
Come on, I didn't mean
to hurt him.
I swear.
I didn't mean to hurt him.
Take him out, J.
He's all yours.
Jimmie!
Stay out of this, Bobby.
Jimmie, put the gun down.
Shut the fuck up!
Jimmie, look at me.
Look at me!
Think a minute!
Bear!
Uhh!
Don't try to interfere.
You an outsider now, Bobby,
and I will shoot you down.
All right, J.
Now, this motherfucker
shot you in the back.
Show him what's up.
No...
Young man,
please.
All right, J.
This'll get you
your black heart.
As god as my witness,
I didn't mean it!
This is for your homeboys.
Jimmie, don't.
Just steady,
aim, and pull on it.
Nothing to it.
No!
Let him go now!
Do what you going to do.
I'm going to blow
your fucking head off!
Go ahead then.
Let him go!
Can't do that.
Fuck this!
You going to kill me,
then kill me!
Man...
Prison sure has made you stupid.
Jimmie...
Son...
If you hit a man in his face,
in time,
his wounds will heal.
And later on,
you can apologize to that man.
If you steal his goods,
later on,
you can return those goods,
or you can repay him
equal value.
But if you kill...
There is no later on.
There's no way to repair it
with that man.
There's no way
to make it right with him
or his family.
His life is gone forever.
You never come back from that.
Ray Ray...
That boy you're holding
is my son.
My son.
I told a man in prison
that I would save my son's life,
even if it took my life.
I'm willing to die here
today, Ray...
For my boy...
Because I love him that much.
Do you love him?
All I want is to give him
something that you or I
never had...
a father.
You said...
out there...
that you owed me.
All I want is my boy.
The court will
give you back to me.
Then we're going
to start this whole thing
all over again,
and we're going to do it
the right way.
Ok with you?
- Yo!
- What's up?
What's up, Deuce?
Deuce!
Get your ass down here, man.
What's up?
Get in here, man!
Hey, what's up?
Deuce!
Yeah!
Give me a beer, man.
Hey, yo, ossifer,
come here.
Yeah. Come here.
Look, I just wanted
to say I'm sorry...
That's my boy...
Always get the last word
on a suck ass hack.
Welcome back to the street, man.
Let's swing back and
spray that poot-butt again.
I see Loco ain't changed none.
He's still loced out on PCP.
Yo, Bear, give me
eight ball, babe.
Man, things changed since
you been locked down, Bob.
Deuce is springing
up and down Hoover Street.
I'm organizing the Deuce gangs.
I'm fixing to throw a meeting
for all the new sets.
I was waiting on you.
Bobby, you want
a hit of this tranq?
It's a fucking roller coaster.
Aw, man, get that shit off me.
I heard Carole
pinched a baby boy.
What's up, man?
Is it yours?
Yeah, it's mine.
So, what she call it?
I don't know.
You don't know?
Hey, man, I don't
fucking know, ok?
Ok, man. Calm down.
I'm locked down, man.
She don't come around,
so I don't know nothing.
A kid going to cramp
your style, Bobby?
No, man, he's just
another little Deuce.
That nigger mama is so old,
she still ironing
her clothes with a hot rock.
Fuck you, man.
Your mama was so old,
I bet she was the waitress
at the last supper.
Hey, hey, Ray.
Yo, Bobby.
Yo, man.
What up?
Carole out here.
What?
Hey, Carole!
Bobby!
Baby!
Bobby!
Baby. Why didn't
you tell me?
I could have done
my hair or something.
What's up, Ray Ray, Loco, Bear?
Why didn't you tell me
Bobby was getting out?
Shit. Everybody knew,
Carole.
You stink. You high
on that PCP shit?
That's cold, Bobby.
Why you dogging me?
Genie, this is Bobby.
I told you about Bobby.
Bobby, this is Genie Lamp.
Glad to meet you, Bobby.
Glad in your
motherfucking ass, cuz.
Smack man.
Long time, Ray Ray.
Yeah. Since they ran
your ass off of Grape Street.
I don't run, Ray.
I move.
You move...
But your dope stays in my hood.
You are too possessive, Ray.
Plenty of drug addicts
to go around.
We don't like your shit
in our hood, man.
"We," my ass. You.
You don't like it, Ray,
because no money comes to you.
You don't give a shit
about no hood.
Now is not the time, Ray.
Bobby, let's go home.
It's your first day out.
Ray, no trouble.
This ain't over, Lamp.
This is my hood.
We'll take it up
at another time, Ray.
Count on it, smack man.
Kill you, fool!
He's a Kansas City pimp.
Now, it's old hustlers
like that...
They got to go so Deuce
can take over.
We got to weed out
the independents, man,
make our neighborhoods safe
for our kids and our bitches.
Go in the house. I'll be
in there in a minute.
Yo, Bobby, man,
watch your bitch...
'cause that
smooth-talking snake
is probably fixing
to turn her out.
Now, at the meeting
we'll figure out
how we going to deal
with the rest of this shit.
Cool?
Cool.
All right, man.
Tomorrow.
His name is Jimmie.
Why was you in
that fool's apartment?
I didn't have no money, Bobby.
You had enough to buy PCP.
If it hadn't have been
for Genie Lamp,
I wouldn't have had
money for cigarettes.
What did you give him in return?
I didn't give him nothin'.
He was just nice to me.
Nice! He's a hustler.
Don't play me for no sucker!
I ain't playing you, Bobby.
Why no letters, no visits?
I didn't even know
his fucking name!
I was alone, Bobby.
I didn't have no money,
no car, no nothing.
I had to go on the county.
I cursed you. I hated you
for leaving me.
And you know what else?
I had the baby
by myself, Bobby...
By myself.
And it hurt me.
It hurt me.
Shit.
I'm your daddy.
Goo goo?
Daddy?
What's up?
You're going to
get me in trouble.
Hey, baby.
How you doing?
Hey.
All right?
Everything
going to be all right.
I'm home now.
You did a good job.
He's a fine boy.
I missed you, bobby.
I love you.
Hey, what up?
All right.
What up?
All right.
Shut the fuck up.
We...
are Deuce...
and we multiplying.
Schools are turning out
more Deuces
Than graduates.
The gangs is fixing
to be the strongest force
on the streets of L.A.
So we...
got to be the strongest gang.
- Yeah!
- Yeah.
- Yeah!
- Deuce, Deuce, Deuce.
If they put us in jail...
Fuck 'em.
We take over the jails
and the streets, too.
Now, you all know
Bad Ass Bobby Johnson.
Well, his daddy and my daddy
are in prison today.
Why?
Because in the 1965 watts riots,
they tried to control the day.
You don't control the day.
The man controls the day.
But we will...
control the night.
Now, at night
we take over the land,
and that's the same thing
as owning it,
and don't shit go down
in the hood
unless we say so.
Every Deuce set should lay claim
To a school or a park
in their hood
and respect each others' rights.
And to make sure there ain't
no misunderstanding
about whose shit is whose,
every gangster in the set
should write his name
somewhere obvious
in the park or playground.
Now, to finance us...
we got this.
My boy.
Homeboy.
You buy it from me,
the money stays in the hood.
Sell it.
Don't use it.
Let the other fools
have the habit.
And don't let nobody
sell nothing in your hood.
Now, I know there are
a lot of drug dealers
on this side of town,
but that shit's going to stop.
Now, we going
to have to kill somebody
to send out the message,
"Don't fuck with Deuce."
Now, in 1972,
Deuce started out
with 2 members.
Now there are hundreds.
In 5 years...
there'll be thousands.
Control your hood.
Everybody's
going to party tonight.
Ain't that right, Jimmie?
Everybody's going
to party tonight.
What do you want, Ray?
We came to party.
You guys got I.D.s?
Most of you look
too young to party.
Got I.D. in your face,
motherfucker.
I.D.s?
We ain't got no I.D.s.
Do you have a license
for that gambling club out back?
Play the music.
I said play the music!
You all try to enjoy
your evening.
Drinks are on me.
We'll buy our own drinks, chump.
Whatever you say, little Bobby.
I missed you, Bobby.
I missed having fun.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Shh. Hey,
don't wake him up.
Let's send
the bitches home, man.
Send the bitches away,
the bitches going to play
with somebody else.
What the fuck is that
supposed to mean?
Come on, man. We got
business to take care of.
We check out the crack factory.
We catch up to them later.
Cool.
Fine.
You take Jimmie.
Come on, Clarice.
Shit.
Bobby, don't go soft on me, man.
I need you to help me
pull off this organization.
I know you got a kid and all,
but you still Deuce, ain't you?
Course I am.
Yeah.
Going to be some
wealthy motherfuckers.
Damn right. Shit's
changing everything.
Yeah. It ain't right.
Come on. Come on.
Let's go see your mama
In a minute.
Yo, man, put that baby in bed.
Hey, hey. Hey, hey.
This is only the beginning, man.
Money's going to be flowin'.
Catch you later.
Hey, hey. Hey, hey.
Be cool, home.
What you want?
I just want to talk
to you, Bobby. Come on.
I ain't goin' nowhere with you.
Are you scared?
I ain't scared of you.
Him, then?
Fuck him.
Fuck you, too.
Come on, chump.
So, what's up?
Help yourself.
No, thanks.
You heard what the man
said, motherfucker.
Clean your plate, now.
Aah!
Ah-choo!
What is that?
It's the big, bad boy, bobby...
Smack.
You like it?
Can you hear me?
I know that you young Deuces
think that you're tough,
and maybe you are.
But you don't fuck with me.
You don't fuck with Genie Lamp!
I do my business,
and I keep on doing it.
Do you understand me?
Now, you tell Ray Ray Dewitt
what I say here.
Either we live in peace,
Or people are going
to die... A lot of people.
Have a nice day.
And enjoy the big,
bad boy, Bobby.
Grab my shit. We're not
coming back here.
Carole.
Carole.
Hmm?
Shh.
That snake give you this shit?
I'm going to kill
that motherfucker.
Bad ass...
Kansas City smack man.
Look at you now.
Yeah, fuck you, Ray Ray.
I tried to tell you, Genie.
You don't fuck with Deuce.
You remember Bobby, don't you?
Bust a cap in that motherfucker.
No, Bobby, don't do it, man!
Don't listen to what
these guys are saying!
It's your woman
he's fucking with.
I swear to God, I never
touched your woman, man!
Bobby, I swear I didn't
do this to you, man.
I didn't do anything.
Bobby, don't do it!
Loco...
Spray the place.
Come on, man, let's go!
Yo, man, fuck this
sitting around shit.
We did what we had to do, right?
I mean, the motherfucker
was in the way
of Deuce progress.
Now, he needed to get got.
Come on, Bobby, man.
You O.G., now,
brother.
Bobby Johnson...
original gangster killer.
Bear, you got the stuff?
Yeah.
You O.G. now,
man.
Now you get your heart.
This is what deucing's
all about...
taking care of your own...
and let nobody...
nobody...
diss Deuce.
What's... Jimmie!
There you go.
Bobby, what's wrong?
Bobby, you didn't!
We got to move.
Pack your things.
I can't stand this no more.
When we going to do something?
We been sittin'
around here for months.
What's happened to you?
You know what's up.
Yeah, I know what's up.
Hidin' out, layin' low.
What are we going to do?
Are we going to spend the rest
of our lives cooped up?
No, you going to
sit your ass down
and shut up.
Well, you can't keep taking
all your frustrations
out on this!
I'm trying to feed this kid.
Bobby, Ray Ray's getting rich.
Some of that money is ours.
Fuck it.
I'm going out.
You know what's up.
Shit.
Don't talk to nobody.
Damn!
Come on. Come here.
Come here.
Check me out, Bob.
Ooh! Nice ride,
Ken Dog.
Cash money, baby.
Yeah. We traded
a sack of rocks
for this motherfucker.
You both own it?
Yeah. But I drive.
Shit, you don't want
to ride with Loco drivin'.
Hee hee hee.
Hop in, man.
We'll ride.
No, man.
You still worried
over smack man?
You got to relax, homeboy.
Word on the streets is that
cops stopped looking.
Shit, man. You did
the neighborhood a favor.
Little Deuce, you want
to go for a ride, babe?
Sure, we do.
Huh?
Come on, let's go.
Damn!
Look at that bitch.
Damn.
She a hustler?
Be cool, Loco.
Relax, Bobby. It's only
a fine-ass bitch.
Damn! I know you ain't
hustling, baby.
Why's that?
You the police?
We look like
the police to you, bitch?
We Deuces, baby.
You bad boys kill anybody?
Shit, you know we down
for that 1-8-7, baby.
Why? You want
somebody killed?
Man, shut up!
Drive off, Ken Dog.
Take me with you.
God damn it!
So, you selling fur today, baby?
Huh?
How much you charge Loco
for the kitty cat?
What? You need to be high?
'Cause I got the rock.
How much this party cost?
Nothing, baby.
It's on the state.
LAPD. Pull over.
What the fuck?
You a cop?
I'm busting your asses
for soliciting and possession.
Pull over!
I never heard of him.
Yeah, really?
What's this mean, man?
Don't touch.
Aah!
That's a Deuce sign,
or somebody just
shit in your face.
Tell me about Ray Ray Dewitt.
I never heard of him.
Don't bullshit me, Johnson!
You and him are leaders
of this Deuce gang.
You run together
on Hoover Street.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Well, here's another
name for you...
Genie Lamp.
You definitely heard of him.
I never heard of him.
Let me help you out
a little bit.
The morgue said he was hung
like a quarter horse.
Big tally whacker,
length and girth.
Real cocksman with the ladies.
I never heard of him!
Ooh.
Ok, Bobby.
Ok.
You like potatoes, Bobby?
This looks like it could
have been an Idaho Red.
It's a little bit
mangled, though.
There's a hole right through it.
I got your fingerprints
all over that gun, Bobby.
You want to talk to me now?
My boy still here?
I think so.
Can I see him?
Sure.
Why not?
Yeah, it's me.
Bring his kid down.
These 2 guys we
picked up with you...
Were they in on this hit?
You're going up for this.
This isn't the youth authority.
You think it's right
you take the rap?
You'll do 10 years
while they do 3 or 4
months for possession.
Oh.
This is a cute baby, Bobby.
Too bad it's going
to be a long, long time
before he sees his daddy again.
You're going to miss him
Saying his first words.
You'll miss his
first days of school.
You'll miss it all.
And why?
Give me some names.
I'll cut you a soft deal.
Think about this one.
Man, what you talking about?
J-Rock, what's up?
All right.
What's up, y'all?
J-Rock, Jimmie, man,
what it was, cuz?
What that Deuce like, Termite?
We kicking down, cuz.
Holding down the set.
Word.
Hey, man.
Let me give it back.
Hey, booty.
Get back, man.
Get back.
Get him, J-Rock.
Don't let him treat you
like that.
Get him, man.
Get him!
That ought to do it.
Yeah, man.
That ought to do it.
Check it out!
Ray Ray and Bear in a Benz.
What's up, little homeys?
What up, Ray Ray?
That a fine ride, man.
Deuce travel in style,
little cuz.
Sure. You right.
Yeah. What's up,
little J?
We down, Ray Ray.
What's that you claiming?
We claiming Hoover
and South Shore.
We down with 32s and quads.
Straight like that.
Straight like that, huh?
Come here.
Let me talk to you.
Bear, entertain
the little homeys
While I talk
to J-Rock.
So I was thinking...
maybe it's time
to jump you in on a set.
You down for that?
Yeah, Ray Ray.
This is an honor,
so you got to put in the work.
What you need?
That 1-8-7?
No. Not right now.
Come here.
What I need is car sounds.
I got a good market,
so I need good stuff.
Don't lift no junk.
Just the good stuff.
You dig me?
Sure, Ray Ray.
Bring me that good stuff,
and I'll turn it
into cash. Sound good?
Sure. You right.
Here's some gappers to fill
them gaps in your pockets.
Spread this around
to your homeys,
and they'll respect you.
All right?
They'll work for you,
And you work for me.
Cool?
Whoa!
Thanks, Ray Ray.
That's ok.
Just bring me them sounds.
Later, I'll set you
to slanging for me.
You'll have a BMW
before you're
old enough to drive.
Here's some bud, too.
Hell, man!
Thanks, Ray Ray.
All right.
Be cool.
Bear, let's go get some shrimp.
There you go.
Come on.
One more. One more.
Come on.
Drive it. Drive it.
Come on. You got it.
Come on, cuz.
Push it! Push it!
Push it!
There you go.
Yeah!
Yeah. All right.
All right, cuz.
Let me get some.
Is that Loco?
Time's up, motherfucker!
Loco.
Hey, what the fuck
are you doing, darky!
This brother is
Hoover Deuce, motherfucker!
Straight like that.
I don't care
if he's your butt-wife.
He owes my brothers
8 box of smoke.
Fuck these homos.
Hey! You 2 motherfuckers
want to go head up,
that's ok, but Deuce eyes
don't want to see
Aryan nation banging on one
consolidated Deuce brother.
Aryans don't want
nothing with the Deuce.
This punk owe us.
So what up, Bobby?
This is my home boy
from the set,
Hoover Deuce,
and I'm keeping him.
Just give me the tranq.
He ain't no Deuce.
He's a motherfucking sherm head.
You take him, Bastille,
the debt on you.
You going to owe Aryans 10 box.
These peckerwoods going
to make it real expensive.
This is a O.G. call.
I'm keeping him.
O.G.?
Fuck.
We owe you one, Buddha.
No, you owe us 15 box.
Aryan interest, motherfucker.
Ray Ray don't give
a rat butt about no hood.
He run me off the set.
Wait a minute.
He what?
Mm-hmm. He run
Loco off the set.
And dig this.
I've been on
Hoover Deuce set forever,
and he run me off
Like some old orphan dog.
Since then,
I've been committing me
some robbery with iron, baby.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Ray Ray's supposed to be
taking care of business.
Protecting his own.
He protecting his own,
all right.
That's all he doing.
Get moving, you two.
Exactly. So if...
I mean, if you can do that,
then we're on.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, well,
we can do that tomorrow.
You're spitting
a lot of negative at me
about Deuce, Loco.
What's up?
Ray Ray don't share a dime
with no motherfucker on the set.
He got himself a new
car for Ray Ray.
A new house for Ray Ray.
He got all new sets out
selling his crack.
Hell, he even got them
little wannabes out working.
What you talking about?
Ray Ray got them
little boys out there
stealing car stereos for him,
and he's cheating 'em, too.
He give 'em $20... maybe.
He sells those stereos for $100.
Hell, Ray Ray got your boy
out there stealing stereos.
What?
Little J-Rock his star.
Ray Ray using my boy
to steal for him?
He a snake.
Loco, look at me.
Jimmie 10 years old.
At that age,
they don't ask no questions.
Come here.
It's Wednesday night,
and daddy is ready.
Come here, baby.
Come here.
I been waiting
all week for this.
Shit!
Goddamn burglar!
For god sake, Willie.
What was it?
I got that bastard.
Call the cops.
He was just a baby.
Baby, my ass.
That so-called baby
stole my car sounds.
Come with us,
Mr. Manchester.
How could I know that was a boy?
I was protecting my family.
I have that right.
You still have to come
down to the station.
Oh, Willie! No!
I can go to Vietnam
and protect the country,
but I can't protect
my own family.
Man, this is fucked!
Keep it warm, baby.
I'll be back.
You hang in there,
little black child.
Fight for your life, baby.
You got lots to live for.
Yes. You just
hang in there.
Brother Bobby.
How you living, homeboy?
We heard about J-Rock.
He ok?
What the fuck you doing, cuz?
Ain't doing nothing, Bastille.
Fuck that.
You need your homeboys.
Leave me alone.
I need time to think.
We Deuces, bobby.
We down.
That's bullshit!
What you saying?
You saying you want out?
I don't...
No, man. Look,
just leave me alone.
You Deuce or you ain't.
Deuce got my kid shot.
Deuce will take care of that.
Ray Ray will smoke that bastard.
Fuck Ray Ray.
Fuck that!
Fuck this!
Clear the line!
You want to be on your own?
You got it, fool.
But don't come trying to suck
your way back into Deuce
when the Aryans punk you
in your motherfucking ass.
Let's go.
Got to go, Bobby.
Can't be alone in here.
How you feeling today?
Oh...
Kind of hurts, huh?
Ow.
It's all right, baby.
Yes?
How is he?
He's quite critical.
May I ask your business?
I'm his mama, fool.
I'm sorry.
Is he ok?
No, he isn't ok.
Can he talk?
He's very weak.
He sleeps most of the time.
You can sit with him.
I'll leave you alone.
Maybe I'll just wait
till he can talk.
You don't want to sit with him?
No point in just
staring at him, huh?
You suit yourself.
He got his self caught
robbing off somebody's goods.
He'll end up in the pen
just like his daddy...
And his granddaddy.
Hey!
Hay is for a jackass, darky.
There it is.
Ping-pong.
Shit.
You never played
ping-pong?
Ain't you got a pool table?
No, but this is fun.
Want to try it?
That's honky ball.
I ain't playing no honky ball.
Honky ball?
Kim, do you two mind if we try?
No, nurse Shelly.
He can play.
Don't put yourself out.
I ain't interested
in no honky ball anyhow.
Nonsense.
You're going to love it.
Pick up your paddle.
1 for me, nothing for you.
You're going to be
real easy to beat.
2 for me and nothing for you.
Really easy to beat.
Good.
Ray!
Hey, bubba!
This ain't my house.
Come on. In.
What about my stuff?
We'll take care of it.
Just got out of the hole,
didn't you, jitterbug?
Now, what you want?
World's been showing you its
booty a long time, right?
What? I got
a glass forehead, man?
Yeah, man.
Well put.
These eyes see right
through to your brain.
And with your mind,
you can't do
but one of three things.
You can kill your enemy
and wind up on death row,
you can turn on yourself
and go crazy,
or you can change.
My name's Ali.
Oh!
Jimmie, are you all right?
Yeah. My back hurts
when I slam.
Well, don't slam.
No way!
You getting to like honky ball
just a little, huh?
Your boy?
Yeah.
How old?
He's 3 in that picture,
but he's 10.
Birthday's July 13, 1981.
Line 'em up!
Close 'em.
What the fuck is this?
You're here because
you are now my property.
You belong to the Aryans,
you little sugar.
We own you.
Suck my dick!
I don't tolerate no disrespect
from my property.
Fuck you, Buddha.
That's better.
Now let's get down to business.
Making a big mistake
butting in
on Aryan business, Ali.
I do not mean to pry, Buddha,
I truly do not.
I just want to ensure
this man gets a fair turn.
He is Aryan property now.
He belongs to me.
The Deuce paid
their debt with him.
Are you going to stand
in the middle of that?
No, Buddha.
I break no jailhouse laws.
It's not my intent
to break the peace.
But somebody got to ensure
you don't break any laws.
What the fuck you talking about?
We all know Bobby here a man.
He a man,
so nobody punking nobody here.
Am I right, Buddha?
Buddha, do you,
or do you not recognize
this a man standing here?
Yeah.
Yeah, I know he's a man.
Good.
Now all that remains
is the terms.
What is it you require
of an indentured servant?
A what?
Um, a helper.
Oh...
Well, cigarettes,
lots of cigarettes.
Give me a specific
number, Buddha.
How many cigarettes?
15 box, plus interest.
You don't have to...
Quiet!
What interest?
Yeah, laundry,
shoeshines, errands.
I want his dessert for 15 years.
Let's be reasonable.
Let's say 3 months.
All of the above for 3 months.
Ok.
Let's eat breakfast.
Jimmie?
Oh, I'm sorry
to interrupt your game.
I'm out of here.
I'll see you, Jimmie.
Jimmie,
this is Dr. King.
He'd like to talk with you, ok?
Why don't we
have a seat over here
by the window?
All right?
Ok.
Do you know
what child abuse means?
Sure. That's parents
riding down on their kids.
Does your mama ride down on you?
She used to.
She's a sherm head now.
A what?
PCP.
Yeah, she smokes it
in her cigarettes. You know.
Does she fix meals
for you at home?
Nope.
Not ever?
I take care of myself.
What about school?
Does your mama send you
to school every day?
School's for squares.
A fool can't make
no money at school.
So how many parole hearings
you been denied on?
Whew.
This brother, Ray Ray,
you trying to kill him?
Yeah... maybe.
'Cause you think
he shot your boy?
No, because he's responsible,
because he had Jimmie
out stealing for him,
because he used me,
and he used my son.
So where were you...
the boy's daddy,
while Ray Ray was abusing him?
I was in here.
Mmm-hmm.
In prison.
What you saying?
You saying it was
my fault he got shot?
You saying I should have
been there?
I ain't saying a damn thing.
You doing all the saying.
Why do you even give a shit?
What is it to you?
I'll tell you.
I had a boy.
Now you going to
preach to me, right?
Yeah, I'm going to preach...
And you going to listen!
I had a boy...
And I was on him.
I was on him about
how he dressed for school,
and I was on him
about leaving his toys
cluttered around the house.
He'd say, "Hi, daddy,"
and wave his hand.
I'd say,
"Hold your shoulders back."
Later on in school,
I kept him from his friends
'cause his grades were too low.
I embarrassed him by marching
him home in front of me.
I loved my job and my women
more than my own son!
Behaved like that
his whole young life.
He ran away
when he was 13...
Hooked up with
a tough bunch of hardheads
and got killed not much later.
Shot down dead.
So I took their lives,
3 of them,
and I ended up in here...
for life, man.
I was some daddy.
See...
That's a problem
in our community, man.
Black man is in prison
Or dodging prison,
and his kids suffer.
It's the anger in the black man,
the cycle of hate.
You in that cycle,
little brother.
Did you grow up with your daddy?
No.
I see inside you, man.
You still got some time
before it eats you up,
but you've got to break
your cycle.
Hate is broken by giving.
I give to you,
and I break my own hate cycle.
Why do I give a shit?
Me... and you...
we brothers, and we got
to be there for our children.
For me, it's too late,
but not for you.
You owe me 15 box of cigarettes.
You repay me by reading.
2 hours every day.
I owe everybody in this joint,
and all I did was help
my homeboy Loco.
Helping is costly.
Hello.
I'm nurse Shelly.
I'm sorry I'm late.
I've been taking care of Jimmie.
Excuse me.
All healed up.
The pain gone?
You know, we're going
to miss you, Jimmie.
You've been like one
of the family around here.
I'm real proud of you.
Jimmie...
These people are here
to help you.
I know you don't
think so right now,
but you need help, baby.
They're going to help you
have a better life,
so you can grow up
to be a good man.
You understand what I'm saying?
Do you trust me?
Then trust them, too.
Ok?
Come on.
I'm going to miss you
most of all, nurse Shelly.
I'm going to
miss you, too, baby.
I got pretty good
at honky ball, didn't I?
You sure did, honey.
I'm real proud of you.
Bye, nurse Shelly.
Goodbye, Jimmie.
All right, guys, listen up.
This is Jimmie.
He's our new boy.
This bunk will be yours,
all right?
Breakfast around here
is at 7:00.
Lunch is at noon.
Dinner is at 6:30.
If you're late, you miss it.
Lights out
at 9 P.M. sharp.
Get yourself situated,
and we'll talk later.
Off that bunk, Rodriguez,
or your ass is in a sling.
Deuce here!
I feel like my brain's
swelling, Ali.
Look at all this stuff
I never knew about,
All these people
I never heard of...
Adam Powell, Garvey,
Elijah, W.E.B. Du Bois.
Man!
Lights are coming on inside you.
Man, that's a glorious
feeling when that happens.
Listen to this.
"You may tie my hands
with chains
"and my feet with shackles
"and put me in a dark prison,
"but you shall not
enslave my thinking,
"for it is free,
like a breeze..."
"in the spacious sky."
Mmm.
That's a little beautiful
poetry about attitude.
Bobby.
You remember I asked you
about your parole denials?
Yeah.
You know why you keep
getting turned down?
No.
Attitude.
See, you can sit there
before the parole board
and lie with your mouth,
say you're going to be good,
you're going to go
straight forever,
but your attitude
is saying the truth...
"I'm going to kill you.
I'm going to
rape your daughter."
Ain't nobody going
to let you out of this cage,
and ain't nobody going
to let you
into their confidence
until you change your attitude.
Truly change your thinking.
Like this says,
"My thinking is mine.
I choose."
That's it.
Buddha said shine those.
Tell Buddha it's done.
A salaam Aleichem.
Aleichem salaam.
How's it going?
We're about there.
He wanted Ferrari Red,
But I talked him
into soul-brother brown.
Ow!
This will be the final
touch of the new you,
Jitterbug.
Aah!
Come on, let's get
your mind off the pain.
Author.
"One day on
the red hills of Georgia,
"the sons of former slaves
"and the sons
of former slave owners
will sit together at
the table of brotherhood."
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Author. "You can't
hold a man down
without staying down
with him."
Booker T. Washington.
Good.
Author. "We have allowed
death to change its name
"from southern rope
to northern dope.
"Too many black youths
have been victimized
"by pushing dope
into their veins
instead of hope
into their brains."
Finish.
Jesse Jackson.
You sure don't look much
like a killer no more
with that badge of shame
off your face.
Ali...
Thank you...
For helping me.
You repay me...
by helping another.
Bless yourself
by helping someone else.
Faith...
Hard work...
Help.
You got it?
I got it.
You got parole?
I got parole.
Congratulations.
Thank you very much.
You got your second chance.
Don't blow it, brother.
I won't blow it.
Are you a Deuce?
No, I am not.
Can you stand alone
like a man has to?
Yes.
Go find your boy.
Save his life.
I'll do it.
If it takes my life, I'll do it.
I believe you, Bobby.
Hey.
Carole.
Hey...
Bobby?
Why didn't you tell me
you was getting out, Bobby?
I would have done
my hair up or something.
Shit.
I don't feel good, Bobby.
Come on.
Come on, baby.
Come on.
Get up.
Come on.
Come on, get up.
Oh, Bobby.
Baby...
Where's Jimmie?
Aw, Carole.
Carole.
Come here.
Here. Drink this.
Drink this.
All of it.
Bobby. Baby, I didn't know
you was getting out.
Carole. Carole!
What is this?
I'll pay.
Don't worry.
Carole!
This says they took
Jimmie away. Why?
They... they took him.
He gone.
He just gone.
Gone where?
He gone bye-bye.
Carole...
Look, don't let...
Don't let this be happening.
How are you doing?
As it says...
James was brought here
back in august
as a ward of the court.
I'd like to see him.
No. No, no.
No, that would be impossible.
Why impossible?
Well, for one,
visitors must have a visitor's
pass issued by the county.
2... visiting day
is Thursday.
This is Friday.
3... even to visit
on Thursday,
You have to be put on
the boy's visiting list.
I'm going to level with you.
I just got out of prison.
I haven't seen my son
in 10 years.
Prison? Oh, shit.
We have to get permission
from the state
and the parole officer
and the county
to even put an ex-convict
on the visiting list.
Sorry, buddy.
I need to see my son,
but will you help me?
I'm sorry.
I understand.
It's not your call.
Wait.
Wait a minute.
I'm going to let you
visit your son.
Thanks.
Keep it short.
In the future, all visits
will be by the rules.
Agreed?
Yeah.
This way.
Keep it short.
Hi.
So, what up?
It's me, Jimmie.
Bobby Johnson.
It's your daddy.
They treating you right in here?
They feeding you ok?
Yeah.
You're really my dad?
Yeah.
You going to
take me out of here?
Yeah, I'm going
to get you out of here,
but that's going
to take some time.
How much time you talking about?
I don't know how long...
Exactly.
Yeah, right.
But I am going
to get you out of here.
You have to believe me.
I'm not going
to leave you in here.
When I get out,
we can ride down on that
buster Willie Manchester.
Who?
Willie Manchester,
The fool that gauged me.
Look, man.
I'm sorry, man.
I should've been here for you.
I should've been here.
We could do it tonight.
Go find that nigger
and spray his butt.
No, we can't do that.
What you mean, we can't?
I mean, it's not about killing.
Where your black heart at?
I took it off.
Why?
What you do that for?
Listen, Jimmie,
I've put all that
gangbanging stuff behind me,
and you should do the same.
No way, man.
You crazy.
Jimmie, listen to me.
You ain't my daddy.
You ain't Bobby Johnson.
Who are you?
I am your daddy.
Man, I'm outty.
Bobby, you scared me.
Listen, I'm going out.
Juwanda told me to tell you hi.
She said she don't know
why you haven't stopped by
in all this time.
They just took Jimmie away?
They just took him?
I got to go, Bobby.
I got to go.
Yeah, yeah.
Ahem.
Good morning.
Step back, please.
Can we come in?
We're looking for
a James Michael Johnson.
Jimmie?
Is he here?
No, he isn't.
Why?
Who are you?
Bobby Johnson.
I'm his daddy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's this about?
Jimmie's at
the detention center, right?
Not anymore.
Your son ran away last night.
What?
What happened?
Well, we're trying to find out.
You're sure that
he didn't come here?
Of course.
Ok.
If he gets in touch with you,
you contact us immediately.
You got that?
Yeah.
Hey, man, what the hell
you think you're doing?
What's up?
You guys know Jimmie Johnson?
Who wants to know?
I'm his daddy.
You can prove that?
How we supposed to know
you ain't no damn dick, man?
Look, you know him or not?
Hey, know my ass, man.
Get your ass out of the car,
motherfucker, all right?
He is punking out.
Shit.
You motherfucker, man.
Here you go.
Here you go.
Any y'all know Jimmie Johnson?
Man, you better have an invite,
walking on this turf.
I'm O.G. Bobby Johnson.
You're Killer Bobby Johnson?
You J-Rock's daddy?
Yeah. J-Rock broke out
of jail. I'm looking for him.
Sure you right.
You going to ride down
on Willie Manchester?
Yeah. I need J-Rock.
Know where he at?
He at Ray Ray's storehouse
on Crenshaw and Hope Street.
Cool.
Hey, O.G. Bobby Johnson,
You need help killing
Willie Manchester,
you just call.
Bear.
What you want?
Where's Ray Ray?
Who is it, Bear?
Well, well, well.
O.G. Killer...
Bobby Johnson.
Heard you got out
of the joint, homeboy.
Also heard a whole lot
of other bad shit.
I'm looking for my boy, Ray Ray.
You seen him?
What'd you do, man?
It's cool.
What you trying to prove?
I'm through with that.
Through with what?
How you going to be
through with your family?
No, that's your family.
I ain't playing games anymore.
Do you know where Jimmie is?
Look, I ain't
playing games either.
Now, the Deuce is 50,000 strong
all across L.A. now,
Bobby.
I built the organization
that we were talking about.
You helped start it.
So... so what
you telling me now, man?
You don't want no part of it?
I owe you, man.
We... we owe you...
10 years...
Of our lives.
Half...
half this shit is yours.
I don't want it.
I'm just looking for my boy.
Now, for the last time,
do you know where he at?
He right here, cuz.
Jimmie.
I ain't going back there.
Listen, son,
you're doing this wrong.
I ain't going
back there. No way!
Jimmie, listen,
if you don't go back there now,
you'll be running from
the law your whole life.
I won't let you make
the same mistakes I made.
I'll get you out...
Legally.
That's bullshit!
I know it'll take some time,
but I can do it.
I want you back with me.
He don't want to go.
That's no place for a Deuce.
Stay out of this, Ray.
This is between me and my son.
This is not your business!
Wrong.
It is my business.
Now, the county's his mama now,
and Deuce is his daddy.
And I am Deuce.
Deuce ain't his daddy.
I'm his daddy!
Deucing got me 10 years
in prison, Jimmie,
and it got you shot.
It's wrong.
You can see that.
Now, fuck that!
Let him decide for himself.
Now, J...
You going to stay with us,
make some money,
drive a BMW, have fun,
or you want to go back
to kiddie jail?
I ain't going back there.
It isn't jail, Jimmie.
Don't let him lie to you.
Ray Ray is a drug dealer.
He hurts people.
I don't want to see you
die in these streets.
J-Rock,
how's your back feel?
You want to take care
of that business?
You want to smoke old Willie
since your
punk-ass daddy here
ain't got the heart
to put in the work?
I spent 10 years
of my life in prison
for putting in work.
I'm your daddy, Jimmie.
I love you.
I want you back with me.
Deuce take care of their own.
Like you took care of Loco.
Fuck that sherm head.
Let's put in the work.
Stay here, J.
We going to put in some work.
Get your punk ass out of here.
Uhh!
Say...
Say, brothers,
what's going on here?
You fucking with the Deuce.
No, no, no, damn it.
You got the wrong man.
I don't know no aces, deuces,
or anybody.
Sure, you do.
Come here, J.
This is J-Rock.
You recognize J-Rock,
don't you?
I ain't never seen him
before in my life.
Look real good, Willie.
Show him, J.
Th-that was
an accident.
I was protecting my family.
Stop bitching!
Now, you shot him
in the back, motherfucker.
Come on, I didn't mean
to hurt him.
I swear.
I didn't mean to hurt him.
Take him out, J.
He's all yours.
Jimmie!
Stay out of this, Bobby.
Jimmie, put the gun down.
Shut the fuck up!
Jimmie, look at me.
Look at me!
Think a minute!
Bear!
Uhh!
Don't try to interfere.
You an outsider now, Bobby,
and I will shoot you down.
All right, J.
Now, this motherfucker
shot you in the back.
Show him what's up.
No...
Young man,
please.
All right, J.
This'll get you
your black heart.
As god as my witness,
I didn't mean it!
This is for your homeboys.
Jimmie, don't.
Just steady,
aim, and pull on it.
Nothing to it.
No!
Let him go now!
Do what you going to do.
I'm going to blow
your fucking head off!
Go ahead then.
Let him go!
Can't do that.
Fuck this!
You going to kill me,
then kill me!
Man...
Prison sure has made you stupid.
Jimmie...
Son...
If you hit a man in his face,
in time,
his wounds will heal.
And later on,
you can apologize to that man.
If you steal his goods,
later on,
you can return those goods,
or you can repay him
equal value.
But if you kill...
There is no later on.
There's no way to repair it
with that man.
There's no way
to make it right with him
or his family.
His life is gone forever.
You never come back from that.
Ray Ray...
That boy you're holding
is my son.
My son.
I told a man in prison
that I would save my son's life,
even if it took my life.
I'm willing to die here
today, Ray...
For my boy...
Because I love him that much.
Do you love him?
All I want is to give him
something that you or I
never had...
a father.
You said...
out there...
that you owed me.
All I want is my boy.
The court will
give you back to me.
Then we're going
to start this whole thing
all over again,
and we're going to do it
the right way.
Ok with you?