Baby Boy
There 's this psychiatrist...
...a lady named|Dr. Frances Cress Welsing.
She has a theory|about the black man in America.
She says that because|of the system of racism...
...he's been made|to think of himself as a baby...
...a not-yet fully formed being who|hasn't realized his full potential.
To support her claim,|she offers the following:
First off...
...what does a black man|call his woman?
Mama.
Second, what does a black man|call his closest acquaintances?
His boys.
And finally, what does a black man|call his place of residence?
The crib.
No!
I don 't want to lose my baby!
Baby!
Come on, babe.
You all right?
We'll go straight home, okay?
Jody!
Baby, come on.
Just take it easy, okay?|Just get in.
Take it easy, baby.
Baby?
Yvette?
You going to sleep?
Are you hungry?
I'll go to Lucy's and get you a cheese|enchilada and a strawberry shake.
That'd make you feel better.
I'm fine, Jody.
You don't need Daddy|to be here for you?
I'm just trying to take care of you.
Seems like you already done that.
Leave me alone, Jody.|Just get out of my face.
Then I guess you don't mind|if I use your car, huh?
Since you're going to sleep.
What's up, little homie?
What's going down with you?
Get the hell home.
Peanut?
Why are you screaming?|I'm hungry. Fix me some food.
You gonna give me some love?
Hey, Ms. Herron.|How's Daddy's little girl doing?
Look at you. Suckie-suckie, now.|Come on.
How's Daddy's little baby?
-Jody, you're parked in the driveway.|-Sorry. I'll move it.
Least you can do|is wash mine before you leave.
I got it.|Say, "Daddy got it, Grandma.
Daddy got it all under control."
Look at my pretty baby.
One thing I know how to do|is make some pretty babies.
That's my baby.|That's my little girl.
When will you say "Daddy"?|You want to go to Disneyland?
That's my baby.
Sleep, sleep, sleep.
Go on and pull the damage out.
What you doing to the backyard, Mama?
I told you I was starting a garden.
You've said that for the longest.
I must be getting old. I'm doing the|same things I seen my mama do.
I'm planting collards,|mustard greens...
...and all this over here|will be my corn.
Tomatoes. Then I'll get|a lace awning at Home Depot...
...so I can sit here, tune you out and|sip my wine while my tomatoes grow.
My cabbage is over there.|My beans, onions and sage.
How's Yvette?
She's all right. Sleeping.
I can't give you money|every time you get a girl pregnant.
I know, Mama.
This is Melvin.|He's helping me with my new garden.
He owns a landscaping business.
Maybe you can work for him|and make some money.
Your mama told me you got a problem|finding a job.
I know how that is.
I had that problem too,|before I got my own business.
I'll take these back to the truck.
I'm gonna see you later?
I hope so.
So you got a new boyfriend now?
Mama gotta have a life too.
I'm trying to get money.
That's all I'm about. I desire sleep.
-Hey, homie. Want some weed?|-No, man. I'm cool.
I ain't gonna make no money here.|There's too many weed mans.
How's moms doing?
She cool.|I think she got a new boyfriend.
Some old thug-ass nigga.
I know she'll want to kick me out.
He'll want to lay up in the house,|move me out so he can get at Mama.
Next thing you know,|he'll be goin' upside her head.
Ain't that the way it go?
Why are you still with him?|You're always at the clinic.
It ain't Jody's fault.|It take two.
There you go blaming yourself again.
How many times do you call on|the phone about his ass?
Cut him loose. I don 't care|if you got a baby. He don 't own you.
Look, Jody don't put his hands on me,|no matter how mad he get.
He ain't crazy.
B*tch, how long you been with Chris?|Three years?
How many times has that nigga gone|upside your head?
How's your eye feel?
It's all right. It's all right.
Sh*t. At least we living together.
He just want to play with your life|and string you along.
He with his other baby's mama|when he ain't with you.
Please believe. He don't love that ho.
Oh, but he love you, though.|You need to check him.
What's he say about moving in?
Jody wants to live with his mama,|not with me.
Jody, my Jody.
He's a mama's boy.|He'll never leave his mama.
Then let him f*** his mama.|Have her ass up at the clinic. Sh*t!
I love you, Jody.
I love you too.
I want you to have my baby.
I want to have your baby.
I want to have your baby.
I love you, Jody.
I love you.
I love you too.
I love you, Jody, but you scare me.
You scare me.
No, that's my baby.
Oh, my baby.
Don't cry, Mama.
Give him back!|God, please, give him back!
Jody!
Can I have my car|so I can get to work?
Your car?
My car!
Go on with all that, girl.|I'm here asleep.
It's Monday. I can't be late.
Monday? What's that supposed to mean?
Get up!
Please be on time.
I'm always on time, Yvette.
Don't have me waiting.
Give me some sugar.
-Love you.|-I love you too.
You gonna have a good day?
Be good. Listen to Daddy.|I love you.
Love you too, Mommy.
Thumbs up. My man.
You be good too.
-I'm always good, baby.|-Yeah, right.
Come in front, little man.
Young baller, future shot caller.
5:
05, Jody. Don't be late.You want to nod your head too?|That's my boy.
Wait a minute, Jody!|Hold it! Sh*t!
You got a man out here waiting.
How do I look?
Okay. Where you going?
I don't know. I'm just going.|He asked and I'm going.
Necklace or no necklace?|You don't know.
Why don't you know|where he's taking you?
How'd you know to wear|that tight-ass dress?
This is an all-purpose dress. I am|prepared for anything in this dress.
He likes music, so we're probably|gonna hear music.
You know where he live?|Been to his house yet?
What you know besides him|smiling at you? He could be crazy.
Is he a killer like Henry?
Why don't you get an L-7 boyfriend?
A white-collar brother|with a briefcase.
You like them thugs.|I don't know why.
Your daddy was a thug. I need a man|who can handle a woman like me.
He's got to be a thug to handle you?
Melvin's not a thug. He's a nice guy.
I'm going out, that's all I know.|That's all I need to know.
I got a date. I look "okay"?|I look good.
What's up, man?
Them's some nice shoes.
Stacey Adams.
Stacey Adams, huh?
OG style.
So where y'all going?
I'm taking her to a club on Crenshaw,|listen to some music.
My partner's in a band there.
That's good. That's real good.|My mama likes to dance.
I asked 'cause I just met you...
...and I didn't want to|chaperon you old folks.
That's my brother, Ray.
He lived here until Mama kicked|him out over her last boyfriend.
He dead now.
My brother, I mean.
So where you live, man?
I live in Inglewood.
I grew up on 101st and Vermont.|The Hoovers.
That was a long time ago.
I was young...
...and dumb.
Jody, are you messin' with my date?
No, I'm keeping him company.|Playing the host.
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