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The neighborhood is full of green lawns and nice two story

track homes as far as the eye can see. The yellow truck

drives through the streets and pulls up to a cul-de-sac. Mr.

Jones BLOWS the HORN.

MR. JONES

Nice neighborhood, huh?

CRAIG:

It's alright.

MR. JONES

18-years of chasing dogs; and my lazy ass

brother hits the lotto his first time

playing. I still can't figure that one

out.

CRAIG:

Why they got to have the loudest house on

the block!

Uncle Elroy's house is royal blue with gold trim. All the

other houses are painted in earth tones.

MR. JONES

Ah, son, don't be no hater. You know

your uncle ain't got no taste. Just

don't let him rub off on you.

Craig grabs his bags.

CRAIG:

You coming in?

MR. JONES

No, I'mma go on to work. I don't wanna

hear Elroy's mouth. Now listen to me,

Craig. It's gonna be different living

over here. Don't let your uncle and your

cousin get you into no sh*t. Understand?

CRAIG:

Hey, Pops, I'm grown. Can't nobody get

me in trouble no more.

As craig gets out; the front door flies open. It's DAY-DAY

(22), Craig's crazy younger cousin. He yells back into the

house.

DAY-DAY

Daddy, Craig is here.

Day-Day walks out to the car and gives Craig a pound.

CRAIG:

What's crackin'?

DAY-DAY

You. Hi, Uncle Willie.

MR. JONES

Hey, Day-Day. Where's yo' big head

father?

DAY-DAY

There he is.

Just then, UNCLE ELROY (42) hits the door. Dressed in boxers

and a T-shirt. This is Mr. Jones' (very loud) little

brother.

UNCLE ELROY:

Hey, Debo, heard you running from a ass-

whippin'?

CRAIG:

Naw, it ain't like that.

UNCLE ELROY:

If you see that boy again, bite off his

ear off like Mike Tyson.

CRAIG:

Alright, I'll remember that.

UNCLE ELROY:

You know me? I would've shot his big

ass.

(peeking into the ear)

Hey, Willie, how's it going? Still

steppin' in dog sh*t every day?

Uncle Elroy laughs. Mr. Jones isn't amused.

MR. JONES

Make sure you look after my son out here.

Don't get him involved with none of your

bullshit, Roy.

UNCLE ELROY:

Don't worry 'bout nothin', big bro. He

in the best f***in' hands in Rancho

Chocomunga, baby! This my world, you

just a nigga late paying rent. Ain't

that right, nephew?

Uncle Elroy hugs Craig by the arm.

MR. JONES

Craig, remember what I told you.

CRAIG:

I'll remember.

Mr. Jones pulls off. Uncle Elroy yells out to him.

UNCLE ELROY:

Send Betty my love.

(to Craig)

Boy you looking good.

(grabbing his bags)

I'mma take these in the house for you,

man... and when you finish with this cat,

come inside. I got something to show

you.

CRAIG:

Thanks, Unc.

Uncle Elroy starts towards to the house.

DAY-DAY

You know it's been over a year since we

kicked it last? Up at the family

reunion.

CRAIG:

I know, that's when Uncle Elroy cussed

out everybody, and threw up in Aunt

Faye's backseat.

Day-Day laughs.

DAY-DAY

Yep. I forgot about him cussin' out

everybody. Damn that was fun.

CRAIG:

I know, we had a good time. But ever

since you guys moved out here, it seems

like we've lost touch.

DAY-DAY

I know; this a long way from Watts. But

what I like about living out here is that

you don't hear no helicopters, no sirens,

no drive-by's, no nothing. Just peace

and quiet. Listen.

They do. It is quiet, except for a few BIRDS SINGING.

DAY-DAY (cont'd)

Sh*t sound good, huh?

Just then, a maroon Cadillac low-rider on Daytons rolls up

the block. It's the Jokers: JOKER (28), LI'L JOKER (21) and

BABY JOKER (15). They pull into their driveway.

DAY-DAY (cont'd)

Aw damn.

In SLOW MOTION:
One by one they get out the car. They have a

dog with them named "Cheeco." As they get to the front door

they all look over at Craig and Day-Day.

Day-Day looks away, while Craig keeps his eye on them. They

disappear inside.

CRAIG:

Who is that?

DAY-DAY

Joker, he just got out of the pen. Li'l

Joker, he just got out of Youth

Authority. And Baby Joker, he just got

out of Juvenile Hall.

CRAIG:

They ever let you hit the switches on

that Cadillac?

DAY-DAY

Naw, them dudes is a**holes. Especially

that dog - Cheeco. Watch this little

ass, he's sneaky. Plus, I got something

better than a Cadillac.

They walk over to his black BMW 325i on chrome rims.

CRAIG:

This you?

DAY-DAY

(proud)

Yeah, that's me. Just a little somethin'

somethin' I picked up.

CRAIG:

Must be nice. I wish we won the lottery.

Come up on a million dollars like ya'll.

DAY-DAY

Man, after taxes, lawyer fees, and paying

off my daddy's bad credit, we didn't end

up with a million. We bought this house

and I spent the rest on this. It's the

bomb, huh?

CRAIG:

This my baby. I feel like a new nigga in

this car. I get mo' phone numbers

rollin' this, than I ever did on the bus.

MISS HO KYM (O.S.)

Hi, Day-Day!

They turn to spot MISS HO KYM (67), the old Korean lady who

lives next door. She's sitting on her porch nursing a cup of

coffee.

DAY-DAY

(speaking louder and slower)

Hi, Mulan.

MISS HO KYM:

F*** you, Day-Day. Who's ya boy?

DAY-DAY

This my cousin, Craig. He just moved out

here from L.A. Craig, this is Miss Ho.

Day-Day smiles at Craig.

MISS HO KYM:

My name is Miss Ho Kym. Day-Day just

trying to be a smart ass. Nice to meet

you, Craig. Are you 'bout it, 'bout it?

CRAIG:

Excuse me?

MISS HO KYM:

I said...are you 'bout it, 'bout it --

rowdy, rowdy?

Craig can't believe his ears.

CRAIG:

Yeah, I'm 'bout it.

MISS HO KYM:

Well, then, it's all good. Yo, Day-Day,

something is going down with those

Mexicans across the street? I've been

seeing a lot of activity.

They all look over at the Joker's house.

CRAIG:

What kind of activity?

MISS HO KYM:

Strange activity. I think they running

drugs off Tijuana. Day-Day don't believe

me.

DAY-DAY

How do you know for sure?

MISS HO KYM:

I know everything, playboy. Don't hate,

congratulate.

DAY-DAY

I don't have time, Miss Ho, I'll see you

later.

Day-Day and Craig start to walk back to the house.

MISS HO KYM:

See you later, Day-Day. Come by after

work, I got the John Blaze sh*t for you.

CRAIG:

Nice to meet you?

MISS HO KYM:

Peace out, Craig.

INT. UNCLE ELROY'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Day-Day and Craig enter the house. They still have the

furniture from the projects. Craig looks around. He spots

at a few hanging pictures.

CRAIG:

Man, this a cool house.

DAY-DAY

(picking up a picture)

Thanks, I just wish my mother had a

chance to see it.

Mother's picture: she looks like Day-Day with a wig on.

She's smiling and holding the winning lotto ticket.

DAY-DAY (cont'd)

But when she found out we won the money,

she had a heart attack. You know the

story.

CRAIG:

Yeah.

A sad moment.

DAY-DAY

Go on and make yourself at home. I'mma

go get dressed for work.

CRAIG:

Oh, yeah, where you work at?

DAY-DAY

Pinky's Records and Disc in the shopping

center. I'mma talk to my boss and see if

he got a little position for you. 'Cause

you been unemployed for a long time now,

Craig.

CRAIG:

Thanks for reminding me.

Day-Day exits. Craig is left to look around, until something

outside catches his eye.

EXT. HOUSE

It's D'WANA (20), Day-Day's six-month pregnant girlfriend.

She's walking on the right side of his BMW. With one hand

she waves at Craig...with the other hand she's keying Day-

Day's car with the skills of a retarded first-grader.

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