Chapter & Verse Page #7

- (cheering)

But what we get

out of this, though?

What do you get? Pride.

That we did something.

And we showed all

these kids out here that

we about something.

They killing brothers

left and right,

from Harlem to Brooklyn,

from Florida

or St. Louis, Missouri.

They even got little kids

in handcuffs.

Little Scott,

five years old in handcuffs.

It's done,

so it starts right now.

We organizing against this

to stop this.

So, on the count of three,

we all one hood.

- One, two, three.

- All:
We all one hood!

- We all one hood!

- We all one hood!

- Let's go! Come on!

- (chanting "We all one hood")

Yo, so,

you're not coming?

Nah, shorty. Do you.

(music playing)

(cheering)

(Miss Maddy groaning)

Sir Lance...

What is all this?

Just let me get

my thoughts straight.

I'ma tell you.

All this is everything

I made bartending.

All my tips.

This one is for Shay-Shay.

It's $15,000.

By the time

she goes to college,

it oughta be 20.

This one is for my Ty.

Now, it's 30,000.

But he still needs to

try for scholarships.

This $10,000 is for you.

- Miss Maddy,

I don't need no money.

- Son, just...

$17,000 cash.

That's to take care of Ty

until he's ready to

go to college.

You can move in here

if you want to.

- He, um, he don't mind.

- Miss Maddy.

'Cause, ooh,

he really likes you.

- Why me?

- Because you're here.

Thank God you here.

Jomo:
They chase L to the roof

of the building, right?

- Mm-hmm.

- He's running.

I'm telling you, Ty,

like sprinting full out.

He leaps,

jumps 20 feet.

Lands on the roof

of the other building,

gets away.

- For real?

- Straight up.

- It was more like ten feet.

- Nah, come on.

- It was ten feet.

- No, man.

And cops still came

and dragged my dumb

12-year-old ass out the bed,

- so I don't know

what the point was.

- Man, you missed your call.

- Okay, all right.

- '96 Olympics.

That should've been you.

Sir Lance.

- You got jokes, huh?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Okay, so let's joke

about them grades.

- Mm.

- Oh, tone changed, huh?

- And it gets quiet.

- It's the teachers, right?

- The teachers don't like me.

- Oh, here we go.

- The teach-- Come on.

- Jomo.

- Did we-- we said that, right?

- Come on now.

- Come on.

- The teacher

really don't like me.

- Teacher's racist, right?

- (both groan)

Now she racist.

You're making excuses, man.

- You said

the same sh*t we said.

- Look, look.

When I raise my hand,

and the teacher

will call on the lighter-skin

brother next to me.

Oh, Jomo, I think

he calling you out.

You directing that

toward someone on

this side of the table?

What race is

this teacher?

- Wha-- wha--

- She's of African-American

descent.

"African-American descent."

You got real intellectual

with it.

- Y'all playing.

- You playing.

- (knocks on door)

- It's open.

- Who's this?

- I'm like your wet dream

come true, baby.

When I saw you,

I told Lance, I said,

"I'll travel seven seas

on a man-eating shark,

climb Mount Everest butt-naked

with bare hands, baby,

just to meet the central lady

I saw on your Facebook page."

For real?

I'm just a badass dude

from around the way, all right?

I'm a bodybuilding ex-con.

I got my own business.

I cut hair.

Amongst other things.

I make love all night,

every night.

Like it's my last night.

What? Hmm?

- (glass clinks on table)

- Oh, you gonna tell me?

Or you gonna put that on ice

and water and give it

some thought?

Make yourself comfortable.

In your apartment

or in your world?

So, uh, yeah, L,

you good to go, man.

Unless you want to engage

in some sexual gymnastics.

- It's on you, brother.

- Nah, bro, I'm good.

Okay, bet.

Get home safe.

Ingram, come here.

So the cheap bastards

at my central office finally

got me a new computer.

That's cool.

Yeah, it's a touchscreen,

a camera.

- Try it out.

- Nah, I'm good.

- It's nice, though.

- (chuckles)

Have a seat.

So, you've been

all right?

Yeah.

No illegal activity?

- No associating with criminals?

- Nah. None of that.

- Been saving your money?

- I save most of my check.

A studio apartment will

run you about 750 a month.

That's with the subsidy.

- Can you handle that?

- Excuse me?

You're leaving

the halfway house.

Own apartment.

No curfew.

Parole visits

once a month.

You ready for that,

or you need more time here?

- Uh, I'm ready.

- Yeah?

Yeah.

Then sign right here.

- Ty:
To your new place.

- To L-boogie's new place.

I wound up in and out

of prison just like you.

Remember all those times

you used to smack me on my head

and tell me I wasn't sh*t?

You don't do that

to your son.

I got my own

apartment now.

I got a job.

Own business.

They tell me every time

they bring you to a shelter,

you wind up

back out here.

So, I guess this is

where you want to be.

Check it.

Pick out any one

of these people.

Imagine what

their life is like.

Who they are.

Where they're going.

Ty:

He's a Wall Street guy.

Gonna go close

a million dollar deal.

I can see that.

Ty:

She's a fashion editor.

Heading to her office.

All right.

He's a dentist.

Gonna go pull out a tooth.

Why the brother gotta be

bringing the pain?

'Cause he's a dentist.

Where's Ty?

Heading to work at his graphics

and animation company.

That's what's up.

Is he carrying

a college diploma?

Nah, he's not carrying it

around like some nerd.

But he's got two.

Hanging up on the wall

in his office.

That's what's up.

If you can see it,

you can be it.

- Or some corny sh*t like that.

- (both laughing)

- Yo, there's this girl

I like at school.

- Oh, yeah?

I don't want you to explain

How you're afraid of me

Yeah, I just want you

to remain

Ooh, ooh, baby, baby, baby

How can you just go away?

When you were telling me

Yeah, you were telling me

Ooh, baby, baby, baby

I don't want you

to explain

How you're afraid of me

Yeah, I just want you

to remain

Isn't my heart

your main supplier?

Ain't that what

you told me all along?

If it's too wet,

I'll make it drier

But it's not time

to take it home

Isn't it hot

just like a fire?

Won't it get cold

if left alone?

(chattering)

Yo, we need to find

something to do.

Nah, now, like,

get into it, little bro.

Hell, yeah.

What's good, fool?

What you got into today, man?

Where you coming from, son?

Chilling with my girl.

- Oh, yeah, yeah?

- Yeah, living the good life.

- Go on a little date

and sh*t like that?

- Yeah, you know.

Yeah, yeah, but you--

what you fittin' to do now?

- Oh, I ain't got nothing to do.

- Let me holler at you

real quick.

Yeah, yeah, so, uh,

you still doing that drawing

sh*t and all that, right?

- Yeah, you know.

- Okay, cool.

Cool, cool, cool.

Yeah.

(doorbell rings)

G-Rod said

they have to jump me out

or they're gonna mess up

Grandma and Shay-Shay.

Did he give you

a number?

Ty.

Two.

Get some rest.

I'll tell your grandma

you're staying with me tonight.

Miss Maddy.

Miss Maddy.

Miss Maddy,

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