Clockers Page #10

Takes all the fun out

of the investigation.

Hmm?

On the real side,

who served me up?

What do I look like?

One of your hoes?

Yo, genius.

Who do you think?

He's in a jam. It must've

been the chocolate Moos.

Yo, Sharon!

Hi, Uncle Ronnie.

Yo, what's up,

Mark? Chillin'?

Yeah.

All right.

So, how Victor doing? What's going

on with that bail situation?

Down to $5,000.

Word.

Good. Good. It's about f***in' time.

Check this out.

Strike,

somebody's gonna see you.

Put that away. Hurry up.

That's $5,000

right there, all right?

Give that to Mommy. Tell her

to get her son up out of jail.

Don't tell her I gave

it to you, all right?

You goin' somewhere?

I might, but I don't know.

Ronald, you need to

talk to your mother.

You listenin'?

Yeah, I hear you.

Thanks.

All right.

Later.

Okay, let's go.

The Dunham brothers

are up, and

he catches it. Yes!

Yo, Scientific?

What's up, B?

What's up?

What you guys just

sitting around for?

What the f*** you yellin' at?

That n*gger Rodney got locked up.

Locked up? For what?

You don't know why?

- No, I don't.

- Strike.

You know.

Yo, Strike!

Hold on.

Yo, Shorty. Come on, man.

Get out of here, man!

I gotta talk to you, man.

Get out of here.

I said I gotta talk to you!

Get out of here!

Hey, Ronnie.

Stop egging me!

Put it here, pal. Let me

talk to you for a minute.

You wanna f*** with me?

Let me show you what

f***in's all about.

What the f***

you talkin' about, man?

Your man is in the joint.

I just came by to thank you.

F*** you, Rocco. You can't

pin this sh*t on me!

Oh, no? All I know is that

Rodney makes bail tomorrow.

He'll be back

out on the street.

What do you think your

homies will tell him?

If I was you, I'd fly down to the

DA's office right this minute,

work out something

and get my ass protected.

Come on, man, I don't even be f***in'

around no more. I don't be hustlin'.

Ronald, do yourself a favor. Tell

me what really happened at Ahab's.

How your boss Rodney pressured

you into doing Darryl.

I tell you, that n*gger set

Rodney up, man. I know it.

Nobody wants you on this. We

understand you had no choice.

Rodney had you scared to death.

Kill or be killed, right?

Man. You don't even know what

the f*** you talkin' about.

You just got me killed on

some dumb sh*t. God damn.

Black man say he didn't do

somethin', you don't believe him.

Black man say he did do something,

you still don't believe him.

Have a good life.

Oh, f***!

I know you n*ggers know I

wouldn't diss Rodney like that.

Homo-side is buggin'.

Word up.

Word to Allah, man. You a

motherfuckin' punk-ass lyin' b*tch!

F*** you!

I'll f*** you up!

You a f***in' snitch!

That n*gger snitched on Rodney!

And you punch like a b*tch!

Your mama's in her bed.

I ain't gonna wake her.

You don't get it, do you?

- Yo.

- Errol.

I'm in the lockup.

Lockup? For what?

I don't know. I'm still trying

to figure it out myself.

But I know who put me here.

That little punk-ass,

Strike.

Strike.

Mmm-hmm.

You know what you

gotta do, right?

It's done.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yo.

You still around here,

n*gger?

What you think?

All right. I guess Errol

ain't find your ass yet.

Errol? What he want?

Yo, Strike.

What he want, stupid?

How the f*** I'm

'posed to know?

Maybe he wanna play with your

f***in' train set or somethin'.

Man, f*** you.

F*** you, n*gger!

I mean, snitch.

Shorty, how many times

I gotta tell you?

Stop sweatin' me. You a kid.

This is grown-up stuff.

You gonna get hurt out here.

Take your little bag of

candy, take your little bike

and go find some friends,

all right? Damn!

F***in' kids, man.

Oh, sh*t!

Boogie-Down was performing

Down with

the sounds called VDP

Boogie-Down was performing

It ain't no joke

Back in the days

I knew rap would never die

I used to listen

to Awesome-2 on WHBI

I used to hear

all kind of rap groups

Before samplin' loops rappers

wore bell-bottom Lee suits

Me and Kenny

couldn't afford that

So we would go to the park while

they was jammin' to hear rap

I used to listen

till the cops broke it up

Always thought to myself

"Damn, why they f***ed it up"

But nevertheless I was in

love with the microphone

And it stayed that way

until I left home

On the streets of New York

now I'm free

But with freedom

comes big responsibility

I used to walk around

driven by the force

I remember how large Super

Rhymes was when he fell off

I used to wonder about

crews that used to rock

They were large but none of them

could manage to stay on top

Do you ever think about

when you outta here

Record deal and

video outta here

Mercedes-Benz

and Range Rover outta here

No doubt BDP is old school,

but we ain't goin' out...

What you want, little...

Yo, Ty! Ty!

You little motherf***er!

Some years went by, I signed

myself into a group home...

What the f*** is wrong with you, huh?

You buggin'?

Sh*t.

I don't know

what happened.

I've known this kid

his whole life,

since he was a baby,

and his mother, too.

Good, decent people.

Whatever happened out there,

it was a big mistake.

I mean, Tyrone's never

been in trouble before.

He's like 85th percentile on

the national education test.

Now this thing could

ruin his life. Please.

Just help him with his moms

and his statement.

You know what I'm askin'.

Does my son

have to go to jail?

Would you permit me

to talk to him?

If you talk to him, does he

still have to go to jail?

Tyrone, you know

what you did, don't you?

Yeah.

You know it was wrong?

He knows.

Okay. We got that

outta the way.

You did wrong.

But you were scared, right?

You couldn't help it.

My son was terrified.

Tyrone, you're a good kid, but it's

tough growin' up in the projects.

Drugs, crime, peer pressure. You know

what that means, peer pressure'?

Yes.

I hear you're

real intelligent.

Don't your friends

make fun of you

when you get straight A's,

speak correct English,

attend school, go to

classes, don't hang out?

Don't they call you

white boy?

Don't they call

you soft because

you ain't

hanging with them hard?

I know they do, but all you

want to do is the right thing.

But they keep threatening you,

threatening your mother.

Tyrone. So you get a gat.

So you, too, can be hard-core.

Protect yourself

and your mother.

Do you know

the man you shot?

Yeah.

That was Errol Barnes,

a stone killer.

He did time for

killin' a kid your age.

Here you are, riding your bike,

minding your own business.

You have a gun,

but it's for protection.

All of a sudden,

there's Errol,

that kid killer,

standing in front of you.

He's got this horrible

look in his beady eyes.

You see him reaching... Tyrone, look at me.

Look at me, Tyrone.

You see him reaching for

that .38 stuck in his waist.

You know he's gonna gat you.

Then who's gonna protect your mother?

You never fired

that gun before,

but Errol was about

to pull that trigger.

You're scared.

All you wanna do is ride your bike.

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