Meet the Browns Page #2

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- I called!

- I told them I needed a couple days!

- I'm sorry.

Come on, man.

Come on.

Go up, go up!

- Yes!

- There you go!

- Defense! Defense!

- Right here!

Defense! Defense!

Time out! Time out!

Time out.

Come on!

Go go go!

You the man!

Get up!

Whoo!

That's what

I'm talking about.

What'd I say?

What'd I say?

Good job, my Mikey.

- Goodbye, everybody. See you tomorrow.

- Bye.

Ma, you see me score?

Whoo! I saw ya!

Saw those shoes too.

Now don't worry

about that, Ma.

I told the guys on the team

that they're my lucky shoes.

I didn't know you

were coming.

- Thought you had to work.

- Yeah, I did too.

- I lost my job.

- What?

- Oh my gosh!

- We're gonna be all right.

- Don't worry.

- My teacher can help me get a job.

- No. Hm-mmm.

- But, Mama, you've gotta let me help.

No, you're staying

in school, all right?

But I can work

and go to school, Ma.

Listen, baby, I thought

the same thing. Huh?

I end up having

to drop out of school,

working a bunch of dead-end jobs

just to make ends meet.

I don't want you working.

Now you just... you just

concentrate on them books

and... and playing ball.

I'm gonna make it work.

Are you sure?

Hey.

One thing a black woman

know how to do...

that's make it. Hmm?

- Yo, what's up, Mike?

- Hey, what's up, Cal?

Chilling.

Good game tonight though.

Thanks. Nice whip, man.

I appreciate it, man.

I just bought this.

It's my baby.

How you doing, Miss Brown?

- Hey.

- Hey, we're going to kick it tonight,

celebrate a little bit.

You want to roll with us?

No, man. I've gotta walk

my mom and my sisters home.

I can give y'all a ride.

You want a ride?

- No.

- Okay.

- Hey, Cal.

- Yes, ma'am?

- Who's car is that?

- It's mine. I just bought this.

Calvin, where you working?

Hmm? Huh?

You know your mama'd turn over

in her grave if she knew, don't you?

All right all right,

I'll holler, man.

- All right, man. You be easy.

- Come on, Ma.

Bye, Miss Brown.

I don't want you hanging with them boys.

I don't even want you talking to 'em.

But, Ma, you know me and Calvin

been hanging since the third grade.

Yeah, well, he done changed.

and I don't want you

with him, all right?

- But, Ma, Calvin's cool.

- Look, do you think I'm crazy?

- Huh? Do you?

- No.

Now I know them boys

is in the dope game.

I don't want you with them.

Do you hear me?

- Do you?

- Yes, ma'am.

All right.

Come on, y'all.

Come on.

- Hey. Mike?

- Yeah.

I'm Harry Belton. Your coach wanted me

to fly up here and see you play.

You're pretty good.

You've got a lot of potential.

Potential?

That's what you call it?

Who is this?

Who are you?

I'm Harry. Mike's coach wanted me

to see your brother play.

We run a camp in the summer

for high-school players.

Are your parents around? I'd like

to talk to them about Mike attending.

- I'm his mama.

- Nice try though.

Oh. Uh, Mrs. Brown...

- Miss.

- Miss Brown,

can I take you to lunch

so we can talk about Mike?

What? No. Look, mister,

I don't know where you're from,

but what his coach

should've told you

is that I don't want Mike to even

think about basketball until after

he gets into college, which, judging by

his grades, might not even happen.

I agree. Grades are important,

especially the way Mike plays.

Whoa whoa, what's that

supposed to mean?

It means you're talented,

but talent's not enough.

You need the right attitude

plus skill.

Look, man.

Hold on, I got skills.

Watch your mouth.

You know what?

The reason that coach sent

you over here by yourself

is 'cause he knows

he don't do nothing

but tell these boys in this neighborhood

that they can make it to the pros.

And when they end up

with their hearts broken

they walk around here

mad at the world.

That ain't happening

to my son, okay?

So you're gonna

have to excuse me.

I've got too much on my mind

to deal with this.

Come on, Michael.

Come on.

Potential? Huh.

Girl, you got my money?

No, but I was just wondering

if you could keep her

for just a few hours

while I try and go get it?

Girl, do you think

I'm crazy?

Now you got to pay your money

like all the other mothers in here.

Okay. Thank you.

- Come on.

- Come on in here.

- You hungry?

- No, ma'am.

Yes, you are. Quit lying.

When you bring that baby,

oh, she be starving,

so I know you must be too.

Here, eat that.

I don't know what's the matter

with you young girls

having all these babies

you know you can't take care of.

Look, I don't need no lecture from you.

I know what I've done.

They're here now,

they're my responsibility.

You know what?

Lena, come on. Let's go.

Oh, sit down, girly.

I'm just talking to you.

Eat and settle down.

Eat.

- You're a good mother.

- Huh!

I've got enough bad ones running

through here to know that.

Now what is

going on with you?

I don't know.

Somehow I always managed

to make it through,

but now it's just

getting harder and harder.

It ain't somehow,

it's the Lord.

And all that means is you're getting

close to a breakthrough.

Till then you just keep praying.

I pray.

I try to pray

and I try to live right,

but where's it getting me?

Look at me.

If you had seen the look

on my babies' faces

when that man turned

my lights off...

Now you listen to me.

Don't you ever get tired

of doing the right thing,

'cause in the end,

that's what pays off.

You're the best mother

I have seen,

that's why I'm gonna

keep that baby.

Oh.

I wouldn't do that

for these other ones here.

At least they can afford

to pay you, Miss Mildred.

Huh! Honey, I don't

want to know half

of what they're doing

to get that money.

Go on now.

Take that with you.

Thank you,

just a couple of hours.

I swear.

Thank you, Miss Mildred.

All right.

Hold it. Ladies, ladies,

you can't be here.

This is a hard-hat area.

Oh. Hi, I'm looking

for Michael Rose.

- Is he here?

- Who's asking?

- Brenda.

- Well, he's busy.

Man, look here.

You'd better go find him.

I'm his baby mama,

and if I don't find him,

you are going to regret it.

- I don't see him, anyway.

- Go take care of this, all right?

Wait wait wait wait wait.

All right, all right.

I'm sorry, man.

Brenda, what are

you doing here?

I've been calling you.

You haven't returned my calls.

You know, this job

pays me $25 an hour.

I'm busy.

What do you want?

I lost my job, Michael.

- I ain't got no money.

- Michael...

I've been raising

your son by myself

and in 17 years I ain't never

asked you for nothing.

You know, now I just need

a little help.

- I ain't got no money.

- Well, you'd better go find some,

'cause your kids

are hungry, you fool.

- Who the hell is she?

- My name is Child Welfare,

and I'm gonna lock you up.

- Are you threatening me?

- Oh, yeah. What, you don't know

when someone is

threatening you, huh?

Mike... Michael, look.

They turned my lights off,

all right?

Your son, he needs some...

some clothes.

- I told you.

- Could you...

could you just give me

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