Get on the Bus Page #2

You ever been in any movies?

- See Boyz N the Hood?

- You were in that?

Almost. At the last minute

they gave it to...

To Ice Cube.

You believe that?

They hired a rapper to act?

He's a rapper, not a actor.

They hired a rapper to act.

I can't get behind that.

It's okay, though, because

I just went up for a role opposite...

...Denzel.

That's on the q.t.

Okay.

What is this, CNN?

No, no. Excuse me. Film school.

I'm doing a documentary

for my thesis project.

Hey.

Gary.

Gary what?

Gary Rivers.

How come you're going

to the march?

What?

The march. How come you're going?

I guess if the brothers are getting

together, talking about things...

...working things out,

I want to be there. Right?

Right.

Where are you from?

I live in Pasadena.

No, where are you from?

Monterey, originally.

- Monterey?

- Right.

I didn't know black people

lived there.

We got a handful.

If you don't mind my asking...

...are you mulatto,

or just light-skinned?

You mean biracial.

Biracial?

So that's a yes.

I consider myself black.

If you're raised by at least one

black parent, I guess you're down.

Many brothers were raised

by one parent.

My mother's white.

- No disrespect.

- What's with your pop?

What?

Your father.

What's up with your father?

My father was a black man.

He was a cop. He got murdered.

Must've tripped you out.

Yeah, it tripped me out.

Really tripped me out.

Just like having to watch a rapper act.

This brother, man...

- Excuse me.

- Shoot on this side.

I'm sorry.

- Mind if I ask something?

- Why quit now?

Was it a brother

that killed your father?

- What kind of question is that?

- I'm just wondering.

Yes, a brother killed my father.

Did you get it?

Did you get it, X?

Yeah. Yeah, I got it.

Kyle, you can't just blink your eyes

and expect me to go away.

I know you can hear me.

- Should I just keep talking...?

- What's your beef?

You think if you pretend to sleep,

I'll forget we were talking?

You always think I'm playing you.

I'm not accusing you.

- I'm asking for clarification.

- I said what I had to say.

You can't just wake up one morning

and say you need space...

...and expect it to be case closed.

- After all we've been through?

- Keep your voice down!

I forgot.

We can't let your macho ass

out of the closet.

What do you want me to say?

Anything.

That it's another man, or a woman.

That you're confused about

your sexuality. Anything.

Look, Randall, I need space.

- That's it.

- Not good enough.

If I knew you were gonna trip on me,

I'd have made you stay home.

You've got a lot of nerve.

You are not the reason I came on

this trip, you pompous bastard.

Good. Then you won't mind

if I change my seat.

Yeah, I do mind. I mind that you're not

man enough to admit you love me.

- Hold up!

- What?!

- Cool, Dad.

- Oh, Lord.

We're going to the march

with a bunch of homos!

Sissy.

Tell me I didn't just hear

what I think I did.

What?

He said:

"You're not man enough to admit

that you love me," to him.

- So?

- So?

- So?

- We have faggots on the bus.

Gays have no role

in our community?

I'm talking about the faggots

we got on this bus.

How else they supposed

to get there?

- Skip.

- Damn straight.

Well...

...it's no biggie to me.

You bend down

and grab your ankles too?

No, I ain't gay, all right?

I still don't see what the problem is.

Ask them why they're going.

Look, bro. You know what? I will.

The Bible says it's an abomination.

Still...

...sometimes I ask myself

what would I do if...

...one of them was my son?

Or worse, still...

...what if I was the one

that was born that way?

What's your lady's name?

- Jindai.

- Oh, she is pretty!

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

How long you been together?

We been talking for about two years.

- Two long years? Two short years?

- Two short years.

I met her one day

when I was crossing the street.

Don't tell me you

met this beautiful young lady...

...and you did the

"daddy-cool" thing.

Yeah, well,

in my unenlightened days...

...big booty would catch my eye.

You could say I had

"big-booty radar."

Son, you ain't in love.

You're in lust.

No, sir. No, sir.

Far beyond that now.

Since we've been together,

we've never really been together.

- You kidding me?

- No.

We're of the faith.

Living clean, you know?

No shame in that.

Shabuya, sha, sha, shabuya

Roll call

My name is Mike

Representing New York

I'm not a Muslim

Still don't eat pork

Roll call

Don't call me Evan

'Cause I'm on the move

Don't call me Junior

- But you can call me Smooth

- Roll call

My name is Evan

Evan Senior

They got my son

- On a misdemeanour

- Roll call

My name is Gary

I'm down with Shelly

She's got the butter

- I got the jelly, roll call

- Roll call

My name is X

And I'm a Bruin

And blah, blah, blah

My name's Jamal

My mind is free

We need more love

- And unity, roll call

- Roll call

My name is Pop

We're at the top

Now all this shabuya

- Has got to stop

- Roll call

Mike, how come you're going

to the march?

I'm thinking this

could be Black Monday.

- What do you mean?

- This could be a setup.

This could be a conspiracy.

We could be on our way to getting

done, like the trains into Dachau.

- You saying it's a plot?

- It could be, man.

Think of all the planes and cars

filled with black men going to DC.

Thousands, right? Thousands.

If I'm a crazy white man

in the government...

...and want to kill a million black men,

just hit one button, and boom?

When and where would I do it?

At the Million Man March.

The next day, when we're all dead,

who'll fight our battle?

Nothing but black women left.

Some "holocalyptical" sh*t going on.

That's what I'm saying.

- Jay, you going for the same reason?

- No, I'm going to the march for myself.

It's time for us to be responsible,

get out of the beggar mentality...

...to say, "Look out for a brother."

We need to start looking out

for ourselves.

This is a strong black businessman.

- You have a business?

- Yes, I have my own business.

- Ask him what he do.

- I've been in business seven years.

- What kind of business?

- I have a black bubblegum company.

- What's it called?

- Yo Bubba.

- How's business?

- It's blowing up.

I just don't understand.

Sent the girl to private school

her whole life...

...Sunday school,

church every Sunday...

How she gonna come home

with a bun in the oven?

Sixteen frigging years old.

What about that little punk

got her pregnant?

He's 16 too.

Says he gonna quit school,

get a job and rent an apartment.

Ain't said nothing about no marriage.

I tell you, if Farrakhan

has a way to handle this...

...I'd be all ears.

Right now, I want to kill that boy.

Craig! Watch the ditch!

- Everybody okay?

- Call Jacoby & Meyers!

- Can't you drive?

- This isn't a Bronco, is it?

Damn, the engine just cut off.

Is everybody all right?

Damn.

What do you think?

We'll never get out of the ditch.

Now don't be so negative.

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