- Hey, T-ku. Apa yang terjadi anjing? - Ada apa?
- Apa yang kau lakukan? - Apa yang kau inginkan?
- Kau bisa bantu aku Bro? - Tidak bisa, bro. Terus jalan aja.
Ada Polisi diluar sana. Terus saja jalan.
- Kau kenapa? - Aku baik baik saja. Lagi mengurusi bisnis seperti biasa.
Dengar, aku tidak bermaksud tidak hormat. Aku hanya mencoba apakah aku bisa mendapatkan...
Kau tidak akan mendapatkan apa apa. Kau tahu situasinya kayak ini. Aku akan terus mengamatimu.
- Hanya sedikit saja Bro. - Tidak bisa.
Kau tahu situasinya kayak ini. Aku tetap dalam pendirianku.
- Hey, kau tahu aku khan Juan? - Ya, Nigga.
Barangkali kau bisa melakukan sesuatu untukku.
Aku sudah bilang kepadamu kunyuk. Berikan padaku. Pergi kau!
- Kau tampak baik. - Aku hanya bagian luar, kau tahu?
- Ini dipangkas. Semuanya harus dibersihkan. - Bisnis lancar?
Tidak, tetaplah seperti itu. Mengosongkan register diakhir pekan.
- Apa Ibumu ikut operasi? - Dia melakukannya dengan baik.
- Baik? - Dia melakukannya dengan baik.
- Doakan aku Bro. - Pasti.
Terima kasih untuk kesempatannya.
- Dapatkan pantatnya. - Dapatkan pantatnya Gay.
Apa yang kau lakukan disini bocah?
Kau tidak berbicara dengan orang asing?
Santai. Kita santai.
Dengar...
Aku akan pergi mencari makanan. Kau boleh gabung denganku jika kau mau.
Tidak apa-apa jika aku membuka pintunya?
Ayo sekarang. Aku tidak bisa terus ditempat buruk ini.
Kau tidak mau mengatakan namamu kepadaku?
Bagaimana kehidupanmu?
Aku akan membawamu kerumahku bocah.
Kau tidak boleh memiliki obat bius tersebut. Kau mengerti?
Hey, jangan sedih. Oh, bro.
Aku tahu, kau ingin melakukannya.
Hey Nak, maafkan aku, ok?
Aku hanya berusaha agar kau mau mengatakan sesuatu.
Maafkan aku.
Kau nyaman sekarang. Sebentar lagi istriku datang menghampirimu.
Dia akan membuatku bicara.
Aku akan segera kembali.
Kau tak banyak bicara, tapi kau banyak makan.
Tak apa, sayang. Kau boleh omong kalau sudah baikan dan siap.
Namaku Chiron.
Orang orang memanggilku Little.
Baik, Little.
Kalau begitu aku akan memanggilmu dengan namamu. Darimana asalmu Chiron?
Kota Liberty.
- Kau tinggal bersama ibumu? - Ya.
Apa kau punya ayah?
Tak apa apa.
Kau ingin kami mengantarkanmu pulang? Sebelum kau menghabiskan makananmu?
Yeah, katakan pada kami, dimana kau tinggal, bro.
Tidak.
- Kau boleh tinggal semalam disini. - Teresa...
Apa kau mau?
Ada apa?
Ada apa, Chiron? Mengapa kau tak pulang?
- Dan kau siapa? - Bukan siapa siapa.
Aku menemukan dia kemarin. Aku temukan dia di Hole no. 15.
Yah, itu. Beberapa anak laki-laki mengejarnya. Dia sembunyi ketakutan.
Dia tidak mengatakan dimana dia tinggal hingga pagi ini.
Well. Terima kasih atas pertolongannya.
Dia biasanya bisa mengurus dirinya sendiri Dia seperti itu anaknya.
Bung Little.
Kau ini berharga, Chiron. Kau tahu itu?
Kau harus pulang disaat waktunya pulang. Kau dengar?
Tak apa sayang, tak apa...
Mama senang kau sudah dirumah.
Hak TV kita dicabut.
Cari sesuatu yang bisa kau baca.
Hey, Little.
Ada apa Bro?
- Kenapa kau pergi? - Entahlah.
Kadang memang membosankan beberapa saat.
Apa? Darah ini?
- Apa? - Kau ini lucu, Bro.
- Kenapa kau bilang gitu? - Memang kenyataannya seperti itu.
- Mengapa kau membiarkan orang membully mu? - Apa maksudmu?
- Kau selalu membiarkan mereka membully mu. - Lalu? Apa yang bisa aku lakukan?
Yang harus kau lakukan, adalah menunjukkan negro ini tidak lembut orangnya.
- Tapi aku sudah tidak lembut kok. - Aku tahu, aku tahu.
Tapi itu tidak berarti apa-apa jika mereka tidak tahu.
Ayo. Kau ingin orang-orang bodoh ini membully mu setiap hari?
Sampai jumpa, Little. Aku tahu kau tidak lembut.
Ayo bro.
Berikan kepalamu.
Letakkan kepalamu ditanganku. Rileks. Aku memegangmu. Aku janji.
Aku tidak akan melepasmu. Hey bro, aku memegangmu.
Nah begitu. 100 detik.
Sekarang...
Kau berada di tengah-tengah dunia.
Lakukan seperti ini.
Dasar penipu.
Setelah kanan kiri. Nah begitu.
Aku rasa kau siap.
Aku pikir kita punya perenang. Kau mau mencoba? Kau siap berenang?
Mulai!
Biarkan aku memberitahumu sesuatu, bro. Ada orang kulit hitam di mana-mana.
Ingat itu, ok?
No place in the world ain't got no black people. We was the first on this planet.
I've been here a long time.
And I'm from Cuba.
Lot of black folks in Cuba. You wouldn't know that from being here, though.
I was a wild little shorty, man. Just like you.
Running around with no shoes on, when the moon was out.
This one time...
I run by this old lady, I was running, hollering...
Cuttin' a fool, boy.
This old lady, she stopped me. She said:
"Running around, catching up all that light...
In moonlight, black boys look blue.
You blue.
That's how I go call you: Blue."
So your name Blue?
At some point you gotta decide for yourself who you wanna be.
Can't let nobody make that decision for you.
How you liked swimming, huh?
That much, huh?
Hey, hold up.
Pick one.
Good choice. Put it in your pocket.
Yo, hold up. Hey...
Come on.
What's going on, little man?
Ron, come on.
Man, yours' the same as mine.
- At least mine don't like Freddy Krueger. - Yours is ugly as hell.
Mine's don't look like no peanut. I tell you, mine's do not look like no peanut.
Who let his ass in?
Somebody with you?
Man, I swear it was locked.
It's what I paid for, it ain't what I bought.
Man, that's grade A shit.
Hey, nigga, this shit look more like grade C.
- I want my money back. - What? Ain't no refunds, man. Go.
- Thought you was on vacation or some shit. - No vacation out here. I love to work.
Going to Switzerland or some shit.
Maybe Brazil, you know, with two bad bitches.
- How Pima working out? - Pima good, man. I got him in check.
- They basing? - Hell no. I ain't gonna let that go down.
You're letting people light up at the spot now?
Come on, Juan. You know I ain't going let that happen.
Yo niggas, what's up?
- Hey, it's all good, man. - The fuck you doing?
Get out the fucking car. You shut the fuck up.
What's wrong with you?
Who the hell you think you is?
Get the fuck outta here.
You're gonna raise my son now? Huh?
You gonna raise my son?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
- You gonna raise him? - You gonna keep selling me rocks? Huh?
Motherfucker.
Don't gimme that "You gotta get it from somewhere shit", nigga.
I'm getting it from you.
But you won't raise my son, though, right?
- You ever see the way he walks, walks? - You watch it damn mouth.
You gonna tell him why the other boys kick his ass all the time? Huh?
You gonna tell him?
You ain't shit.
Come on, let's go.
The fuck y'all looking at?
Hey Teresa, you're boyfriend's here.
You talking to me today? Huh?
It's alright. I wouldn't talk to you anyway.
Now she got a crush on you, man.
You're alright?
You walk all the way here?
First things first. You can't sit at my table like that.
You can't sit with your back to the door. Come on.
You ain't gonna know if somebody creeping up on you.
See that? Now you can see everything.
What's over there?
I saw your mom last night.
I hate her.
Yeah, I bet you do. I hated my mom, too.
I miss her like hell now.
That's all I'mma say about that.
What's a faggot?
A faggot is...
a word used to make gay people feel bad.
- Am I a faggot? - No.
You could be gay, but you can't let nobody call you no faggot.
I mean, unless...
How do I know?
You just do. I think.
You will know when you know.
You don't gotta know right now, alright?
Not yet.
Do you sell drugs?
My mama... She do drugs, right?
Okay, deoxyribonucleic acid. Long word, right? It's basically genes.
I know you don't know what that means, but hang with me for a second.
So, it's basically this long...
- Chiron, you need something? - That nigga forgot to change his tampon.
I'm sorry, Mr. Pierce. He just having woman problems today.
- Ain't that right, Little? - Alright, Terrel. That's enough.
It can't be enough for Little. How much you need, Little?
- Don't call me that. - Alright, Terrel. That's it.
What you gonna do, Chiron? I'll fuck you up.
Hey yo, Terrel. Out.
Come on, man. What's wrong with you?
I'll be waiting for yo ass, Little.
Chiron, sup man?
Damn, nigga. You straight spaced, dog.
School been out. You ain't going home?
- What you doing here? - Detention, man.
Aimes caught me with this trick in the stairway.
- With who? - Damn, you nosy, nigga.
No, I'm playing y'all. I just wanted some quick head, you know.
But this chick all like: "Hit that shit with that big dick."
Why you gotta compliment a nigger for?
So I'm like: Alright, we can do this. So I started banging her back out.
She wanna make all this noise, though.
So Aimes coming at her like Five-0, almost had my ass suspended.
I talked it out, though. I told him we was childhood sweethearts...
so I just got detention. It's cool.
That stay between us, alright?
I know you can keep a secret, dog.
Real talk, dog. I gotta go, before this fool change his mind.
See you, Black.
You cannot be here tonight. I got company coming.
Find somewhere for you to be.
Water for me. And a little gin for you.
Boy, please. I know Juan used to give you that gin...
but we ain't doing that up in here.
You don't think my joke was funny?
What's wrong?
Nothing. I'm good.
No. I've seen good, and you ain't it.
And stop putting your head down in my house.
You know my rule: it's all love and all pride in this house.
You feel me?
- I can't hear you. Do you feel me? - Yeah.
- I feel you. - Alright.
- Thank you for this. - Boy, please.
You know you can stay here anytime you need to. Okay? Anytime.
Thank you, Teresa. I mean it.
Now, if you're gon' stay here, though...
you gonna have to learn how to make up a bed better than this boy.
- What? - What you mean, what?
Give me that. That ain't how you make up no bed.
You think you slick, too.
You do it all wrong so Teresa can come over here and do it right.
I know what you're doing.
You and Juan... Y'all two... Thick as thieves. Gimme that.
Do you need anything else from this sweetheart?
No, I'm good.
I'mma wake you up in the morning.
You good, Black?
- Hey, mom. - Hey, baby. Where did you go last night?
- Why? - Well, I'm your mama, ain't I?
Why you ain't just come home later, boy? You had me worried about you.
I guess you're getting grown.
I can't be keeping up with you all the time.
Anyway, baby... How Teresa doing, huh?
I ain't seen her since the funeral.
Listen, mama locked herself out the door. Can you come let her in?
Come on, baby. Let me in, baby.
Baby, come on.
I thought you said...
- I need some money. - For what?
That's my business. Don't you ask me no shit like that.
- I don't have no money. - Don't lie to me, boy. I'm your mama.
That bitch over there ain't no kin of you. I'm your blood, remember?
Now I ain't feeling good. I need something to help me out.
Come on, baby. Come on, baby.
Where am I supposed to get money from?
Teresa ain't give you nothing, huh?
Your little play-play mommy ain't put something in your hand?
Gimme that damn money, Chiron. Gimme the damn money.
I don't have no money. Mama...
- Gimme the damn money. - Mama, come on.
- Alright. - Gimme the damn money.
- Here, man. - Yes, that is what I thought.
I know that bitch.
You my child, okay? Tell that bitch she better not forget it.
Go on to school. Ain't you late?
So, you can see how a lack of white blood cells can be dangerous to the human body.
Can anyone explain what happens if there's not enough white blood cells?
Ain't nobody leaving this classroom until I get a response.
This is more important for you than it is for me. Trust me.
- Hey, Little. - Fuck.
- Where you going to so fast, huh? - I'm going home.
- I told you, I'm going home. - You think we stupid? You live over there.
- No, he going to Teresa house. - Teresa? That's Juan lady, ain't it?
Yeah, she fine as hell. Juan been dead a minute, though.
She give free head? Or does she charge like Paula?
Paula getting cheap, dog. I'm talking like a rock and get your rocks suck.
- Nigga, what was that? - Get off me, dog.
Now I ain't with that gay shit, but if you fuck with me...
I'll give your ass more than you can handle, have you running to your crackhead ass mama.
- Man, fuck y'all niggas. - Hey, what you say? Huh?
Say that shit again, dog. I swear.
- Whatever, man. - A'ight.
You better stay yo ass right there if you know what's good for you.
Yo, why your jeans so tight? Yo, Pizzo, you see this nigger jeans, B?
- Nigga nuts must be choking, I swear. - Real talk.
Night, Little. See yo ass later.
You was waiting for me?
Well, nice to see you, too. What you doing out here, man?
- What are you doing out here? - This is my smoke out habitat, nigga.
You smoke out here, too?
- Something like that. - No, you don't smoke. Why you pretending?
You trying to put on a show for me, Black?
Why you always calling me that?
- What? Black? - Yeah, Black.
That's my nickname for you. You don't like it?
No, it's just...
What kind of dude goes around giving other dudes nicknames?
The kind of dude who just sat down and is about to put you onto this blunt.
You like the water? I'll like to introduce you to some fire.
Come on, nigga. It ain't gonna bite you.
Damn, I didn't know you smoke like that.
My mom slings all types of shit around.
That breeze feel good as hell, man.
Yeah, it do.
Sometimes around the way where we live, you can catch that same breeze.
It just come through the hood and it's like everything just stops for a second.
Cause everyone just wanna feel it. Everything just gets quiet, you know?
And it's like all you can hear is your own heartbeat. Right?
- Feels go good, man. - So good.
Shit make you wanna cry, it feels so good.
Do you cry?
Makes me want to.
What you cry about?
I cry so much in times I feel like I'mma just turn into drops.
And just roll out into the water, right?
Like all these other motherfuckers around here trying to drown they sorrows.
- Why you say that? - I'm just listening to you, nigga.
Sounds like something you wanna do.
I wanna do a lot of things that don't make sense.
I didn't say it don't make sense.
But tell me... Like what? Like what lot of things?
Damn, dog. You nosy.
Chiron cursing now, huh? You're trying to get smart with me?
You're trying to get smart with me, huh? Yeah, you're trying to get smart with me.
I'm sorry.
What you gotta be sorry for?
You never done anything like that before, huh?
Thanks for the ride, man.
No problem, Black. I see you around.
Yeah, see you around.
Come here, baby. Come here.
You don't love me no more, hm?
You don't love me no more.
You my only. And I'm your only.
You my only.
- What's up, Kev? - Terrel, what's up, man?
- A nigga don't see school no more. - I hear you, man.
- The lunch used to be the shit, though. - No, the food wasn't ever good.
I ain't talking about the food. But that Friday pizza was the shit.
But you remember at middle school, that game we used to play?
Knock down, stay down?
Yeah, my crazy ass was the king of that shit.
You remember that white kid you fucked up?
The Cuban cat, right? Mauricio or something.
Yeah, you fucked that kid's face up. We was calling you Tyson after that shit.
Yo, but... Niggas don't do that shit no more. I mean... You know.
- What you saying? - What I'm saying is...
If a point a nigga out, is you gon' knock his ass down?
That's the game, ain't it?
You dare me to swing on him, and if I do, it's on you.
Alright, Kev.
Let me see who ass getting dropped today.
Don't be drinking that juice. That shit'll kill you.
Hit that nigger.
- Hit that nigger, Kev. - Yeah, hit his faggot ass.
- The fuck you waiting on? Do it. - Come on.
Let's go.
- I think he wants another one. - Another one, do it.
- Stay down. - If he get up, knock his ass back down.
- Chiron, stay down. - He got up.
Do it again.
- Do it. - Do it, move.
Listen, son...
If you don't press charges, we can't stop this from happening. Understand?
- You wouldn't even know. - I don't?
- You think all this just started, boy? - I ain't no boy.
If you were a man, there'll be four other knuckleheads sitting right next to you.
You don't even know.
Listen, son. Listen.
I'm not blaming you. I'm not.
I know it's hard. Believe me.
Get the fuck off me, nigga.
Don't look at me.
What's good with you, B?
- Do you bother? - Trying to.
So where the holes out?
You smothering that shit like you don't know what the fuck I'm talking about.
I don't know, you tell me.
- It's this bitch that stay down the corner. - What's her name?
- Aphrodisiac. - You making up. I don't believe you.
I never seen you with no bitch, I don't believe you.
- Where she at? - She only come out at night.
- You're short, Travis. - Wait, what?
- Where's the rest of the role? - It's all there.
When I handed it to you, it was all there.
If it's all there, then count that shit. Count it, if it's all there.
Move, you in my spot. Move.
Gimme my fucking money.
- Saying I'm a liar. Alright. - I didn't say that.
I told you the count was off, you say it wasn't. That's you calling me a liar.
- No, all I did was tell you what... - You did what?
I'm just fucking with you.
Count good.
You did real good. Here.
You can't be on the corner if you can't take a nigga just fucking with you.
Chiron, this your mama.
I know it's late, but...
I figured you ain't never been one much for sleep.
Atlanta ain't but so big, seeming me you come see your mama from time to time.
Hope you're getting some rest, baby.
Hope you come by soon.
Mom, it's late. I'll be there tomorrow, I promise.
Hey, Black. I mean Chiron.
What's up, man? This is Kevin.
- You there? - Yeah.
Long time no see, right?
I asked Teresa for your number and...
Hold up... You do remember me, right?
Yeah, I do.
- Been a while. - Yeah, it has, man.
So, where you at now, man?
Georgia. Atlanta.
- I've been up here ever since... - Yeah, that's what I heard.
Hey, man, I'm sorry about all that... All that shit what went down.
Chiron, real shit, dog, I am.
What you doing up there, man?
Not much, just... Just trouble.
- Chiron in trouble always found a way. - Yeah, something like that.
- What about you? - Me?
I'm a cook, man.
- You're a cook? - Yeah, buddy.
I got sent up for some stupid shit. The same shit we always get sent out for.
They put me on a kitchen line, and... Kinda took to it.
Anyway, I just thought about you, man.
We got this jukebox in here.
Folks come by and play they songs, that's the music we get in here, and just...
This dude, man...
He's reminded me of you.
If you ever come to town, you come holler.
I'll cook you something.
Maybe play that song for you.
Alright, man. You be easy, aight?
How you been?
- I'm alright. I ain't sleeping. - Why not?
- Just bad dreaming. - Still?
You ever thought about talking about it with somebody?
Maybe not even like a counselor, maybe somebody like your mama.
Yeah, it sound funny to me, too.
Did you talk to Teresa?
- How she doing? - Good.
- When'll you go home, mom? - Home?
This is home.
The allow me to stay and work as long as I like, I figured...
Might as well help other folks. Get myself out of trouble.
- That's good, mama. - Yeah.
Yeah, I think it is, too. I really do.
So you still in them streets?
I didn't come all the way to Georgia to have you fall into the same shit.
- No, you gon' listen. - To who, ma? To you? Really, though?
Please.
I messed up.
I fucked it all the way up.
I know that.
But your heart ain't gotta be black like mine, baby.
I love you, Chiron.
I do.
I love you, babe.
You ain't got to love me.
Lord knows I did not have love for you when you needed it. I know that.
So you ain't gotta love me.
But you gonna know that I love you.
You hear?
You hear me, Chiron?
I hear you, mama.
I'm sorry, babe.
I'm so sorry.
Be right with you.
Be right with you, boss. Just get this out of the way.
Alright, man. How you doing tonight? What can I get you?
Damn, man. Why you ain't say nothing?
Sup, Kev?
What you doing down here? I mean...
You here now, that's all that matters.
You go with that damn nod again, man. You ain't changed one damn bit.
You still can't say more than three words at the time.
You said you was gonna cook for me. I know how to say that.
I did say that, didn't I? Don't look like you ass been missing no meals.
I got you, man. Sit down. What you want?
You can order off the menu, if you want to, or...
I could just hit you with that chef's special.
We here, Chiron.
One chef's special coming right up.
Chef's special.
- So you Cuban now? - Only in the kitchen, papi.
Sit down, man. Or you gonna eat standing up?
- You wanna drink? - No, I don't drink.
I ain't seen you in like a decade. You gon' drink with me.
No, bro. What you're doing?
Welcome back, bro.
Damn, I thought you said you didn't drink.
Can't really taste. It's all messed with it.
I saw that. You don't wanna waste it, because it tastes good, huh?
- Get straight. - Say what?
- Better than a Chef Boyardee, ain't it? - Chill out, bro. My SpaghettiOs go hard.
Eat your dinner, man.
Eat your dinner.
Hey, man. You remember Samantha? Fine ass mami.
Yeah, I remember her.
Check this out.
Kevin Junior.
Me and Samantha, man. We had him young. Too young.
When I got locked up, that shit was hard.
No way I go back to the streets, man. Not after this.
- Y'all still down? - Me and Sam? No. I mean...
We cool. We gotta be, you know. That's a little man, but...
No, not like that, man.
But what about you, bro?
- What about me? - Nigger. Tell me something.
What you doing? Who you doing?
Come on, now. I've been in that kitchen and cook for your ass and everything.
These grandma rules, man. You know the deal: your ass eat, your ass speak.
- Alright, straight up? - Yeah, nigga, straight up.
I'm trappin'.
When they sent me to Atlanta, they put me straight into Juvie for beatin' old boy.
I met this dude in there.
When I come out, he put me on the block. Did good at it, rose up.
It is what it is.
Bullshit, man.
That ain't what it is.
That ain't you, Chiron.
Nigga, you don't know me.
I don't know you?
Why you got them damn fronts, man?
Why did you call me?
- I told you, man. Dude came in... - Yeah, yeah.
He played the song, man.
This you?
You weren't playing about them traps, huh?
- Sounds dirty, huh? - Something like that.
- So how you be into work? - Bus. Jitney.
Sometimes Samantha shoot me out there when I got little Kev.
I can't picture being in Miami with no car.
Yeah, man. It's real out here.
Real hot, real slow and real busted.
- Got me like a duck out here, man. - This nigga said a duck.
- You on one. - You know what I'm talking about.
I'm just tired, bro.
Hey, man, bet on the ride. Appreciate it.
Can't have your ass on no Jitney.
So, Chiron...
What you looking at me like that for?
Come on, you just drove down here?
Like you was just on one and you hit the highway?
So where you gonna stay tonight, man?
This is the spot.
Come on in. Make yourself at home.
- It's the little man. - I'mma just get out of this real quick.
- You alright? - Yeah, I just got a little headache.
- Man, you are lightweight. - You was pouring that mug.
- "I can't taste." - Chill out. It was like three bottles.
- I'll make you some green tea. Come on. - I'll not be drinking that shit either.
- What do you drink? - Water.
Who is you, man?
- Who, me? - Yeah, nigga. You.
I'm saying, man, them fronts, that car... Who is you, Chiron?
I'm me. I ain't tryna be nothing else.
Okay, so you hard now?
- I ain't say that. - Well, then what?
I ain't trying to hem you up, man. It's just...
I ain't seen you in a minute, and... It's not what I expected.
What did you expect?
You remember...
Remember last time I saw you?
For a long time, I try not to remember.
I try to forget all those times.
When we got to Atlanta, I started over.
Built myself from the ground up. Built myself hard.
- What about you? - Me?
I was never really worth shit.
I just kept on, man.
I never really did anything I actually wanted to do.
Was all I could do to do what folks thought I should be doing.
I wasn't never really myself.
- And now? - Now?
Now, man...
Now I got little Kev, got this job...
and another 18 months probation.
- That's some real shit, man. - Man, it's a life. You know?
I ain't never had that before.
I come tired as hell right now and I ain't making no more than shoe money, but...
I ain't got no worries, man. No them kind what I had before.
That's that real shit.
It's that Bob Marley shit, nigger.
You're the only man that's ever touched me.
You're the only one.
I haven't really touched anyone since.
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