South Central Page #5

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Sh*t.

I don't feel good, Bobby.

Come on.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

Get up.

Come on.

Come on, get up.

Oh, Bobby.

Baby...

Where's Jimmie?

Aw, Carole.

Carole.

Come here.

Here. Drink this.

Drink this.

All of it.

Bobby. Baby, I didn't know

you was getting out.

Carole. Carole!

What is this?

I'll pay.

Don't worry.

Carole!

This says they took

Jimmie away. Why?

They... they took him.

He gone.

He just gone.

Gone where?

He gone bye-bye.

Carole...

Look, don't let...

Don't let this be happening.

How are you doing?

As it says...

James was brought here

back in august

as a ward of the court.

I'd like to see him.

No. No, no.

No, that would be impossible.

Why impossible?

Well, for one,

visitors must have a visitor's

pass issued by the county.

2... visiting day

is Thursday.

This is Friday.

3... even to visit

on Thursday,

You have to be put on

the boy's visiting list.

I'm going to level with you.

I just got out of prison.

I haven't seen my son

in 10 years.

Prison? Oh, sh*t.

We have to get permission

from the state

and the parole officer

and the county

to even put an ex-convict

on the visiting list.

Sorry, buddy.

I need to see my son,

but will you help me?

I'm sorry.

I understand.

It's not your call.

Wait.

Wait a minute.

I'm going to let you

visit your son.

Thanks.

Keep it short.

In the future, all visits

will be by the rules.

Agreed?

Yeah.

This way.

Keep it short.

Hi.

So, what up?

It's me, Jimmie.

Bobby Johnson.

It's your daddy.

They treating you right in here?

They feeding you ok?

Yeah.

You're really my dad?

Yeah.

You going to

take me out of here?

Yeah, I'm going

to get you out of here,

but that's going

to take some time.

How much time you talking about?

I don't know how long...

Exactly.

Yeah, right.

But I am going

to get you out of here.

You have to believe me.

I'm not going

to leave you in here.

When I get out,

we can ride down on that

buster Willie Manchester.

Who?

Willie Manchester,

The fool that gauged me.

Look, man.

I'm sorry, man.

I should've been here for you.

I should've been here.

We could do it tonight.

Go find that n*gger

and spray his butt.

No, we can't do that.

What you mean, we can't?

I mean, it's not about killing.

Where your black heart at?

I took it off.

Why?

What you do that for?

Listen, Jimmie,

I've put all that

gangbanging stuff behind me,

and you should do the same.

No way, man.

You crazy.

Jimmie, listen to me.

You ain't my daddy.

You ain't Bobby Johnson.

Who are you?

I am your daddy.

Man, I'm outty.

Bobby, you scared me.

Listen, I'm going out.

Juwanda told me to tell you hi.

She said she don't know

why you haven't stopped by

in all this time.

They just took Jimmie away?

They just took him?

I got to go, Bobby.

I got to go.

Yeah, yeah.

Ahem.

Good morning.

Step back, please.

Can we come in?

We're looking for

a James Michael Johnson.

Jimmie?

Is he here?

No, he isn't.

Why?

Who are you?

Bobby Johnson.

I'm his daddy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's this about?

Jimmie's at

the detention center, right?

Not anymore.

Your son ran away last night.

What?

What happened?

Well, we're trying to find out.

You're sure that

he didn't come here?

Of course.

Ok.

If he gets in touch with you,

you contact us immediately.

You got that?

Yeah.

Hey, man, what the hell

you think you're doing?

What's up?

You guys know Jimmie Johnson?

Who wants to know?

I'm his daddy.

You can prove that?

How we supposed to know

you ain't no damn dick, man?

Look, you know him or not?

Hey, know my ass, man.

Get your ass out of the car,

motherf***er, all right?

He is punking out.

Sh*t.

You motherf***er, man.

Here you go.

Here you go.

Any y'all know Jimmie Johnson?

Man, you better have an invite,

walking on this turf.

I'm O.G. Bobby Johnson.

You're Killer Bobby Johnson?

You J-Rock's daddy?

Yeah. J-Rock broke out

of jail. I'm looking for him.

Sure you right.

You going to ride down

on Willie Manchester?

Yeah. I need J-Rock.

Know where he at?

He at Ray Ray's storehouse

on Crenshaw and Hope Street.

Cool.

Hey, O.G. Bobby Johnson,

You need help killing

Willie Manchester,

you just call.

Bear.

What you want?

Where's Ray Ray?

Who is it, Bear?

Well, well, well.

O.G. Killer...

Bobby Johnson.

Heard you got out

of the joint, homeboy.

Also heard a whole lot

of other bad sh*t.

I'm looking for my boy, Ray Ray.

You seen him?

What'd you do, man?

It's cool.

What you trying to prove?

I'm through with that.

Through with what?

How you going to be

through with your family?

No, that's your family.

I ain't playing games anymore.

Do you know where Jimmie is?

Look, I ain't

playing games either.

Now, the Deuce is 50,000 strong

all across L.A. now,

Bobby.

I built the organization

that we were talking about.

You helped start it.

So... so what

you telling me now, man?

You don't want no part of it?

I owe you, man.

We... we owe you...

10 years...

Of our lives.

Half...

half this sh*t is yours.

I don't want it.

I'm just looking for my boy.

Now, for the last time,

do you know where he at?

He right here, cuz.

Jimmie.

I ain't going back there.

Listen, son,

you're doing this wrong.

I ain't going

back there. No way!

Jimmie, listen,

if you don't go back there now,

you'll be running from

the law your whole life.

I won't let you make

the same mistakes I made.

I'll get you out...

Legally.

That's bullshit!

I know it'll take some time,

but I can do it.

I want you back with me.

He don't want to go.

That's no place for a Deuce.

Stay out of this, Ray.

This is between me and my son.

This is not your business!

Wrong.

It is my business.

Now, the county's his mama now,

and Deuce is his daddy.

And I am Deuce.

Deuce ain't his daddy.

I'm his daddy!

Deucing got me 10 years

in prison, Jimmie,

and it got you shot.

It's wrong.

You can see that.

Now, f*** that!

Let him decide for himself.

Now, J...

You going to stay with us,

make some money,

drive a BMW, have fun,

or you want to go back

to kiddie jail?

I ain't going back there.

It isn't jail, Jimmie.

Don't let him lie to you.

Ray Ray is a drug dealer.

He hurts people.

I don't want to see you

die in these streets.

J-Rock,

how's your back feel?

You want to take care

of that business?

You want to smoke old Willie

since your

punk-ass daddy here

ain't got the heart

to put in the work?

I spent 10 years

of my life in prison

for putting in work.

I'm your daddy, Jimmie.

I love you.

I want you back with me.

Deuce take care of their own.

Like you took care of Loco.

F*** that sherm head.

Let's put in the work.

Stay here, J.

We going to put in some work.

Get your punk ass out of here.

Uhh!

Say...

Say, brothers,

what's going on here?

You f***ing with the Deuce.

No, no, no, damn it.

You got the wrong man.

I don't know no aces, deuces,

or anybody.

Sure, you do.

Come here, J.

This is J-Rock.

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