Boyz n the Hood

Them niggas around the corner

tripped out, man.

- F*** that sh*t, man!

- Let's go. I'll take my car.

Oh, f*** that. We should've

let these niggas have it.

- Just pull up, just pull up.

- Get your sh*t ready, nigga.

Damn!

These niggas here?

All right, hold up.

Get ready, get ready.

Look out, nigga! What's up, punk?!

Possible 187 at corner of

Crenshaw and Century.

They shot my brother!

- Tre, you do your homework?

- What homework?

- Yeah, I did it.

- Can I copy it?

Hell, no. Too bad,

you should've done it.

- Did you hear the shooting last night?

- Yeah, I got under my bed.

Man, you a scaredy-cat.

My mama say, "A bullet

don't have no name on it. "

I ain't afraid. My brothers

been shot and they still alive.

They lucky.

Y'all want to see something?

What?

I ain't saying what.

Want to see it or not?

Is that blood?

What happened?

Somebody got smoked. Look at

the hole in the wall, stupid.

Least I can tell my times tables.

Look! Why is the blood

turning yellow?

That's what happens when it

separates from the plasma.

So that's how the settlers

survived that long hard winter...

...that took so many of their lives,

is by eating foods...

...that were given to them,

like the turkey and the squash...

...and all the foods that we think of

as our traditional holiday meal.

And that's why we celebrate

Thanksgiving...

...to commemorate the unity

between the Indians...

...excuse me...

...the Native Americans...

...and the early English settlers

who were called... Class?

Pilgrims.

That's right, the Pilgrims.

Very good.

The penguins!

Who said that?

- Mr. Styles.

- That's me.

How is it you always have

something funny to say?

Because I'm a comedian.

Would you like to come up

and teach the class?

Yeah, I can do that.

Very well, come on up. Instruct us.

- What's the basis of your lecture?

- What?

What are you going to talk about?

I'd tell you if you let me talk.

- What's the name of this place?

- That's Africa. I know that.

Right, that's Africa.

Did you know that Africa is where

the body of the first man was found?

My daddy says that's where

all people originated from.

That means everybody's really

from Africa. Everybody.

All y'all. Everybody.

I ain't from Africa.

I'm from Crenshaw Mafia!

Like it or not, you from Africa.

I ain't from Africa. You from Africa.

You African booty-scratcher!

Quiet.

Punk, I'll kick your ass.

That's enough.

Count to 10 and be quiet.

I'll get my brother to shoot you!

Get your brother, b*tch!

I'll get my daddy. Least I got one.

I ain't your b*tch.

Ain't nobody's b*tch, b*tch!

Are you listening to me?

Sit down, now! That's enough!

As I said, he's highly intelligent.

He has an enormous vocabulary.

It's just that...

Yes, go on.

It's just that he has

a very bad temper.

It's extremely difficult for him

to interact with the other children.

Perhaps I could recommend therapy

or a child psychologist.

No, thank you.

We can manage just fine.

Is there some problem in the home?

Are you employed?

That's none of your business, but...

...I am employed, and I'm studying

for my master's degree.

- Then you are educated.

- Are we gonna talk about me or my son?

I'm sorry.

Well, we'll be happy to see Tre

back in class on Tuesday.

His suspension was only

for three days, you know.

- No. You won't be seeing Tre again.

- And why is that, may I ask?

- Tre is going to live with his father.

- His father?

Yes, his father. Or did you think

we made babies by ourselves?

- You tell her go jump in the lake?

- What was our agreement?

What did we put down in writing?

"I, Tre Styles,

being of sound mind and body...

...agree not to get into any disputes,

physical or verbal...

...for the rest of the school year.

If I do not conform to this...

...I will go to live with my father,

Mr. Furious Styles. "

"Signed... "

Oh, now, who wrote this?

"Tre Styles. "

You have to work on your handwriting.

Bean pies. World-famous bean pies.

Like a bean pie, mister?

I just don't want to

see you end up dead.

Or in jail.

A drunk, standing in front

of one of these liquor stores.

Can you understand?

Look at me. I'm serious.

I love you.

You're my only son.

How you doing?

- I'm fine. How about yourself?

- I'm living. That's enough for me.

Well, here he is.

- What's the matter? You can't say hi?

- Hi, Daddy.

Go ahead, talk to your friends.

- What's up, Tre?

- What's up, Doughboy?

Well, there goes your son.

You wanted him, you got him.

Why you trying to make this so easy?

Well, it's like you told me:

I can't teach him how to be a man.

That's your job.

So it ain't no weekly thing

no more, huh?

You staying for good?

Chris, you know Tre, right?

Remember, we were playing ball?

Yeah. You the one collect

all those comic books.

You living here now?

Thank you, Reva.

Furious.

- Take care of my baby.

- He is my baby too.

You still collect comics?

This fool got more comics

than a motherf***er.

- Tre, come here.

- Watch my stuff.

What up, Tre?

What's up, Rick?

Well, it looks like you got

all your friends over here.

When you coming to pick me up?

Listen...

...this is just a temporary thing.

When I graduate, I'll get a better

job, a better place to stay.

Maybe a house?

Then you can come back, and things

will be better. Okay?

Okay, Mom.

Okay. Can I have a kiss?

- Love you, love you.

- Me too. Bye, Mommy.

- Doughboy, staying out of trouble?

- I ain't got no troubles.

- You got some troubles?

- Lawn trouble.

- Why don't y'all rake these leaves up?

- How much?

I'll give you $5

for the whole lawn.

Five dollars. Man, that ain't sh*t.

- I can make more doing nothing.

- Oh, yeah? Doing what?

He work for his uncle.

That's too bad. I guess I just

have to get my son to do it for me.

Do what?

Want you to rake up these leaves

off the lawn.

Boy, don't look at me funny if I

ask you to do something. Take this.

There's two trash bags right there

on the ground. See y'all later.

Damn, your daddy mean.

He's worse than the bogeyman himself.

Gotta do all these leaves.

Who he think you is, Kunta Kinte?

- Later, Tre.

- Later.

What you mean, a bogeyman?

There ain't no such thing.

- Yeah, there is.

- Lf there is...

...I'll bet you Hulk

could whip his ass.

Yeah, later.

Tre, I gotta lay down

the rules of the house.

Same thing as weekends,

you remember?

All right, what are they?

Clean the bathroom sink,

floor and tub.

I gotta clean that tub?

Yeah.

Clean my room and water the lawn.

Dad, can I ask you something?

What do you have to do around here?

I don't have to do nothing around here

except for pay the bills...

...put food on the table and put

clothes on your back, you understand?

Glad I don't have to pay no bills.

You may think I'm being hard

on you right now, but I'm not.

I'm trying to teach you

how to be responsible.

Your friends across the street,

they don't have anybody to show them.

You gonna see how they end up too.

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