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ATL Page #6
I bet when you go to Brinton,
you won't be all up in here...
...doing all that New New stuff.
I'm not going to Brinton.
- I'm going to Spelman.
- Oh, you going to Spelman.
Well, your daddy seems a little confused.
Yo, what happened?
She took care of me in the parking lot.
- No.
- Yeah, that right.
Here come your boy.
Hey, yo, Ant.
What up, big time?
Hey, man, I heard you got that fire.
How come I'm the only one that ain't
getting blessed? Hook me up, man.
Fine, nigga, what you need?
- Whatever, man. Whatever, nigga.
- Right. Exactly.
I don't know, man. I ain't seen him
since I dropped him off Saturday.
- I ain't seen him either.
- Rashad. Rashad.
Rashad, Ant just got arrested.
- Come on, they got your brother.
- Get up!
- What the hell going on?
- Let's go, man. Let's go, man.
- Anton Swann.
- Swann.
- That be me, sir.
- Swann. Front and center.
- Oh, man.
I got a gun, man.
Come on, boss. Let me be out.
Thank you, man.
It's all part of the game, young buck.
Now all you got to do is
put a little overtime in, you know.
We get the books square,
you be good.
You have to get in the house
before your brother get hurt.
Where he coming from?
I think he's coming right about now.
What you doing with my
brother in your car?
You got him trapping?
That's what's happening?
- Get out.
- Hey, hold up, hold up.
What you reaching for?
You ain't fitting to do nothing.
With your b*tch ass.
Bust a move, then.
- Thought so. Anton, get your ass out the car.
- You don't know-
Watch your rabid ass, man.
- Get in this house, man.
- Get off me.
Both of y'all get in the house
before I take off my belt.
Whatever, partner. You know me.
Come get some. Get in the house.
Nobody told y'all light-skinned dudes
ain't in style no more?
- Get off!
- You out your rabid-ass mind, homeboy.
Rookies.
Man, get in your room, man.
Man, I ain't playing with you, bro.
Man, you ain't nobody's dad!
You heard what I said.
What you gonna do?
I'm gonna leave.
- You think you're a dope boy?
- Hey, hey!
- You tough, huh?
- Get up. Get off of him.
You all right?
What the hell is going on here?
Old dumb-ass here
got arrested for selling weed.
You better get in your room,
like he said.
I ain't gonna have y'all tearing up
my house.
Come on, man. Let me talk to you.
Look here. Now, I know
you might be a little upset...
...but let's be grown folks
about this thing, all right?
Now, you may not wanna hear it,
but that boy gonna do what he wanna do.
A few extra dollars
in the house ain't gonna hurt.
I can't believe you, man.
Look, hey, hey, hey.
I got a mortgage to pay every month.
- You know the water heater done cracked.
- What that mean?
You just gonna let your nephew
ruin his life over a few dollars?
What kind of man is you?
I'm the same kind of man
took his sister's two kids in...
...so they could stay together.
Take us-? Hey, we took you in, man.
- What?
- Hey, be clear, this is my daddy's house.
since I was 15.
- You just been getting over.
- Getting over?
Boy.
You best...
Yeah, right.
I ain't never wanted none of this.
Pushing a damn broom the rest of my life.
I'm 41 years old.
I'm a grown-ass man.
You see a decent car sitting
out in that driveway?
You see women rolling through here?
- That's your fault, man.
- Hell, no.
Because don't no woman want no man
with two dumb-ass kids and no money.
A janitor.
Sh*t, I'm a janitor. A janitor.
Boy.
Yeah, I should've just let
y'all's asses go to foster care.
Then I wouldn't even be in this mess.
What?
- Hello?
- Hey.
Can you meet me somewhere?
- Hi.
- Hey.
Why are we here on old people's night?
They from College Park.
How you know that?
Every side of town got
their own way of skating.
They got, like, a little bounce to them.
That's Chicago. And that's Detroit
all day long, right there.
You talk to Esquire today?
Ain't seen him all day.
Why?
Nothing, I was just...
Rashad?
I kind of have something
I need to tell you.
If it's bad...
...I don't even wanna hear it.
Got enough shitty news for one day.
What's wrong?
Everything.
My life's a mess right now.
what my pops would do.
Can't come up with nothing.
Hey...
...it's gonna be okay.
Hope you right, shorty.
Hey.
I'm starting to think this is our song.
Oh, yeah?
Too bad we didn't bring our skates,
though, huh?
Hey, babies, how y'all doing?
All right, now. Be careful, babies.
Oh, man, is that the twins' mama?
- Man.
- Ms. Gayle is a hot mess.
I was gonna wait till Sunday,
but I got something for you.
What?
Thank you.
Watch yourself.
It's beautiful.
- I'm glad you like it.
- I love it.
It's time we had a brother-to-brother talk.
Or to put it delicately,
a talk about the birds and the bees.
At 13, girls are just like comic books...
...loaded with adventure,
easy to understand...
...and don't cost more
than a quarter to take out.
In this house, we never
discussed our problems.
We just watched Good Times.
It seemed like the answer to everything.
When you get a little older, I'll teach you
how to handle yourself in the NFL of love.
My pops always told me
to take care of my little brother.
I hope I got through to him.
Here we go. It's gonna be
a long night for some of y'all.
We got the Warriors, the Preps
and the Ones in the house tonight, baby.
Look, you see them boys
practicing their moves.
Tonight we break out the secret weapon.
Y'all remember how?
- I'm gonna break it down. For real.
- I remember, I got it.
No, no, no, like this here:
So... And... And?...
- You got a crick in your neck?
- Hell, no. Come on, man.
- Watch what I'm about to do. Hold up, man.
- Watch.
- Before you mess us up again.
- Watch.
- What's up, y'all?
- Hey, what's happening?
- Oh, you wanna hug me.
- We gotta go.
- We gotta go. Ma's coming.
- See you.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- Hey, man.
- Hey.
I just bagged the shorty
that work at the snack bar.
Free hot wings. Let's go, baby. Come on!
- Well, hell, yeah. Come on.
- What? We ain't gotta chase no chicken.
Priscilla, it's Janice.
I have some disturbing news
to share with you.
Shut up!
What they call this, Star?
Damn, who is you?
He a retired rapper or something.
Attitude.
He do got a attitude,
but his car is cute, though.
- I like that. Let's touch it.
- Okay.
Let's go.
- Bambi's like a ghetto tale.
- How?
Moms gets shot in the head.
She ain't doing nothing.
Pops is never there.
House gets burned down, insurance reasons.
And out of nowhere, she pregnant.
Father's never there,
you know what I mean?
You feel what I'm saying? House
burned down, he meets a girl, then-
- Dad, how did you-?
- Let's go. Erin, get up, now.
That's your fault, man.
How you gonna let him take your girl?
See, if she were with me-
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