01x24 - Manchild

[bunniefuu]

[Grandmaster
flash's "the message"]

Singer: ♪ it's like a
jungle sometimes ♪

♪ it makes me wonder how
I keep from goin' under ♪

♪ it's like a jungle sometimes ♪

♪ it makes me wonder how
I keep from goin' under ♪

[Hip-hop music playing]

Singer: ♪ broken
glass everywhere ♪

♪ people pissin' on the stairs,
you know they just don't care ♪

♪ I can't take the smell,
can't take the noise ♪

♪ got no money to move
out, I guess I got no choice ♪

♪ rats in the front room,
roaches in the back ♪

♪ junkies in the alley
with a baseball bat ♪

♪ I tried to get away
but I couldn't get far ♪

♪ 'cause a man with a tow
truck repossessed my car ♪

♪ don't push me 'cause
I'm close to the edge ♪

♪ I'm trying not
to lose my head ♪

[Laughs]

♪ It's like a jungle sometimes ♪

♪ it makes me wonder how
I keep from goin' under ♪

♪ standin' on the front stoop,
hangin' out the window ♪

♪ watchin' all the cars go by,
roarin' as the breezes blow ♪

♪ crazy lady, livin' in a bag ♪

♪ eatin' outta garbage
pails, used to be a f*g hag ♪

♪ said she'll dance the
tango, skip the light fandango ♪

♪ a zircon Princess
seemed to lost her senses ♪

♪ don't push me 'cause
I'm close to the edge ♪

♪ I'm trying not
to lose my head ♪

[Laughs]

♪ Don't push me 'cause
I'm close to the edge ♪

♪ I'm trying not
to lose my head ♪

♪ say what? ♪

♪ It's like a jungle sometimes ♪

♪ it makes me wonder how
I keep from goin' under ♪

♪ it's like a jungle sometimes ♪

♪ it makes me wonder how
I keep from goin' under ♪

[Theme music playing]

[Upbeat music playing]

- Wa-pow!
- Eddie: Look, don't do that.

I hate that, all right?

Here, why don't you fill
out a couple of more dd-5s,

- all right?
- Nah, nah, nah.

See, I already did my share.

Do you know why, my friend?

Because I'm faster
and better than you.

That's why I get to sh**t
these things at you, like that!

-Wait- -[phone ringing]

J.c.: [Chuckles]

Torres, the fourth.

Chantal.

Uh, sure, he... he's right here.

Hello, Chantal.

I thought we settled this.

Look, I know... i know
this is a school night,

but it's also a Knicks night.

Yo, look, no, I'm not gonna
make a habit out of this.

All right? 6:00, cool. Peace.

- [Laughs]
- J.c.: Yo, man.

So she's gonna let you take g.
To the game tonight, or what?

That's right, I'm
gonna go to the game.

The Knicks, baby.

The Knicks all
the way this year,

you know what I'm
sayin', all the way!

Yo, yo, yo. In another year,

the Knicks are gonna be
playing wheelchair basketball,

- that's how old they are.
- See, now,

that's your ignorance
talkin', all right?

Already this year, we got
Charles Smith comin' back...

But Shaq will eat
Patrick and Charles

for lunch, all right?

And now that
Michael Jordan's back,

- forget about it.
- J.C.: Yo, please, man...

Cooper: Gentlemen,
for your information,

hakeem and drexler are
gonna take the rockets

to the playoffs and beyond.

More importantly,
we got a body down.

Adolescent male, 106th and park.

Man: Yeah, I got
it. I'll be back soon.

What you got, wong?

An African-American youth
shot to death on the street.

- What a surprise, huh?
- What'd they use?

Looks like a nine millimeter.

Shot once in the face.

E.t.d.?

Less than an hour ago.
Unless his liver's lying.

Looks like it hasn't been fired.

Lewis: One shot, one shell.

Can you get a print
off the shell casing?

After it's been
fired? Not likely.

May I?

Eddie: Yo, Lewis!

Take a look at this.

- Right there.
- Hello, momma.

Live round, nine millimeter.

Could be the sh**ter dropped it?

Or ejected it when
he racked his weapon.

We might get something off this.

Let us know as soon
as you do, all right?

- Yeah.
- Love a guy who enjoys his work.

- Anybody see anything?
- Uh, couple of them said

they heard shots
about half an hour ago.

Yo!

Did anybody see anything?

All we need is an I.D.

Look, we're not gonna
ask you for your life story.

All right, look, ten
bucks for a name.

Hey, yo, that brother
was called red.

He ran with some peeps
from Grant projects.

- Give my money.
- You see who did this?

Red hung with some bad
dudes. Probably one of them.

[Dramatic music playing]

Al! Yo, al, wait up, man.

You don't wanna be pullin'
on me like that, little mouse.

I gotta talk to you, man.

What are you,
lifted or somethin'?

No, not like that.
I did him for you.

- Al: Did who for who?
- Red, the Grant homeboy.

I canceled him for you.

I saw the way he dissed
you in front of everybody.

He can't do us that way,
right? So I took care of him.

- You smoked him?
- Mouse: Yeah.

So I can hang
with you now, right?

- Mouse: Ow!
- You crazy kid.

What'd you do a
thing like that for, man?

What... man, ow.

If I wanted a guy smoked,
I'd take care of it myself,

my way, you know
what I'm saying?

Now, there's gonna be a
lot of static comin' down,

and I'll tell you somethin',
I ain't catchin' it for you.

I did it for you, al.

All right, all right.

Let me get my head
around this action.

Here's what you do,

find a place and lay
low for a couple of days.

- Mouse: All right.
- Till everything's chill.

And then I can hang with you?

Then... we'll see.

[Dramatic music playing]

[Indistinct chatter]

Yo, yo. Yo!

Don't you know
gambling's ill*gal?

Wayne: [Laughs] Wait!
Hold up, hold up, hold up.

No, see, uh, you got it wrong.

I'm part cherokee Indian,
and, uh, this is my reservation.

Throwin' the bones is
legal on my reservation.

Oh, yeah, cochise?

Well, all we want
is some information

on a friend of yours,
how about that?

And what friend would that be?

The one that got k*lled.

- Red.
- Man: Yo, yo,

we don't talk to
five-0, all right?

J.c.: Hey, listen, fellas,

- we're on your side on this one.
- Wayne: Oh, you ain't

on our side, you never will be.

- Eddie: Look, cochise.
- The name's Wayne.

Wayne...

We just want to find
out who k*lled your friend.

Is there something
wrong with that?

Look, we don't know
nothin' about nothin'.

Eddie: Oh, so that's the
way you want to play it?

They k*ll you, you k*ll them.
Bang, bang, everybody's dead.

Fourteen-year-old kid
shot in the face with a nine.

Is he hooked up with anybody?

Yeah. He ran with a crew
from the Grant projects.

They pick up spending
money working

for the friendly
neighborhood crack house.

Runnin' for dealers,
that kind of thing.

You think maybe the kid
got a little too ambitious?

One of the dealers had
to make an example?

No, it seems more
like payback to me.

The m.E. Says that the
b*llet entered the face

at an upward angle.

The sh**ter was
shorter than the victim.

Yeah, well, check it out anyway.

He could've been crouching.

J.c.: Well, we do know
that he was on foot.

Was probably too young to drive.

They're all too young to drive.

Eddie: We're on it, lieutenant.

Cooper: Wanna hear the kicker?

No priors.

This one actually
could had a life.

Maybe somebody at the party
saw red leave with someone.

I'll see if I can
find any witnesses.

I'll check forensics,
see if they have anything

- off those shells.
- Why don't I check forensics?

I mean, you don't want to
miss the tipoff and disappoint g.

J.c.: No, that's cool, I've
got it. Thanks, though.

All right.

I mean, it's bad enough

your team's gonna lose, anyway.

Yeah. All right.

[Hip-hop music playing]

Wayne: All right, now, look.

Red was my best friend,

so I'm puttin' it out right now,

the dude that
wasted him is dead.

Look, we don't
know nothin' about it.

We come back to the
playground after and hung,

ain't that right?

Yo, you think we're stupid?

Look, the playground is
gonna be a slayground

if you don't name a name.

Yeah, only you're
the one slayed out.

Say, you better step.

All right, stop.

[All talking at once]

Al: I'm right here. What, what?

Look, I swear I didn't
do your boy, all right?

Yeah, maybe not. But
maybe you know who did.

So here's the deal.

You tell us who it
was, and we'll cut you in

on the Stanton street
crack house action.

All kinds of money.

And if we don't?

You can be down
or you can be dead.

Just another kid, man.

Don't mean nothing to us.

This crack thing maybe
we start getting paid, too.

His name's mouse.

But he's just a little kid, man.

Oh, that's cool,

'cause we're not
gonna touch him.

We're not gonna
do a thing to him.

- You ain't?
- Wayne: No.

You are.

Yo, if you didn't
set him up to k*ll red,

prove it.

Smoke him for us.

[Knock on door]

- Chantal: J.C.
- I know, I know,

I said 6:00, I'm late.

I got hung up on
a case. G, ready?

Yo, g.

Hi, dad.

You ready? Let's go.

Dad, do you mind that I
not go with you tonight?

What? Boy, go get your jacket.

It's not too late. We'll
still make the tipoff.

- It's not that.
- J.C.: Then what is it?

I have a friend comin' over.

Well, she must be a
very special friend for you

- to miss the Knicks game.
- It's a he,

and I haven't
seen him in a while.

- He's stayin' here tonight.
- [Knock on door]

Hey, 'sup.

Hey, Mr. Williams.

[Sighs]

Man, you wear this?

All the guys do. They make you.

Mouse: I'm glad I
don't go to your school.

I wear what I want.

I like this car.

It's a Ferrari. You
want it, you can keep it.

- Thanks, mouse.
- [Knock on door]

No problem.

It's time for y'all to
get ready for bed.

Randy, your pajamas in here?

That's all right, Mrs. Williams.

I know where it all is.

The boy wants to do
for himself, Chantal.

Well, that's good, little man.

So where you been, Randy?
Haven't seen you in a while.

- Everything okay?
- I've been pretty busy,

Mr. Williams, school and stuff.

So you been doin'
good in school?

- Making your mother proud?
- Yes, ma'am.

- J.c.: Stayin' out of trouble?
- Yes, sir.

No more stealing bikes, I hope.

- Come on, dad.
- It's okay.

I don't do dumb stuff
like that anymore.

That's good.
Well, listen, fellas,

I got to get going.

I'll catch up with you later.

G: Dad, I'm sorry
about blowing the game.

Ah, it's all right.

I guess you had a good reason.

- See ya, man.
- J.C.: Knicks all the way,

- baby, all right?
- Both: Not a Knicks fan.

Not funny. See you later.

All right. Good night, y'all.

Mouse: See ya.

Eddie: So, how was the game?

J.c.: I didn't go.

My son decided that he was
gonna hang out with his friend.

You got ditched
by a 10-year old?

- How sad is that?
- Whatever.

What'd you find out at
the projects yesterday?

Eddie: Well, a couple of
people at the playground

saw red and his crew
get into some beef

with some kids from
the Lincoln projects.

There were some
words, hard looks,

then the Lincoln crew left.

Well, that doesn't sound
like enough for a m*rder.

When is it ever, man?

- J.c.: Sure enough.
- Eddie: Yo, there he is.

[Upbeat music playing]

J.c.: Yo, Roland, baby. Hold
on, man. How's business?

Roland: Well, well, well.
If it isn't spic and span.

Eddie: You know the routine.

Now, the question you fellas
got to ask yourselves now,

is this roust really necessary?

Ooh, that feel good...
Ooh, okay, all right!

Eatin' the swine, huh?

I told you these pork
rinds are gonna k*ll you.

I appreciate your concern
for my health, my brother.

[Grunts] All right, all right.

Can I turn around now?

Now, was there something I
could do for you, gentlemen?

There was a kid who got
shot. Red. You know him?

I seen him around.

We know he ran for you.

What happened, you catch him
lickin' some cream off the top?

Oh, no, no, no.
Hold on, hold on.

Red and his crew did a
couple of favors for me

from time to time.

But, hey, man, he
was straight with me

and I was straight
with him. Word.

- Honor among thieves.
- What?

You rocket
scientist? That's right.

Eddie: So where were
you yesterday afternoon?

I was at the police station.

I was detained by
the police, remember?

So did red have a beef
with any of the other dealers?

Not that I can recall.

But, you know, I'm always
tryin' to get an edge up

on the competition, if
you know what I'm sayin',

my brothers.

So, uh, the way
I look at it is, uh,

the sh**ting was
an intramural event.

But you didn't hear it here,
you know what I'm saying?

No, we didn't.

- Clog your arteries.
- Yo, man,

you can't be treatin'
people like that, you know!

I got rights, you know!

You lucky my lawyer's
outta town right now,

you know what I'm sayin'?

[Scoffs] He's on a bigger case,

if you know what I'm saying.

All right. That's fine!

[Dramatic music playing]

I thought we was
goin' to your house.

I don't feel like
goin' home, man.

[Tupac Shakur's "dear mama"]

You comin'?

Singer: ♪ you are appreciated ♪

♪ when I was young, me
and my mama had beef ♪

♪ seventeen years old,
kicked out on the streets ♪

♪ though back at the time ♪

♪ I never thought
I'd see her face ♪

♪ ain't a woman alive that
could take my mama's place ♪

- Mouse: Try this, g.
- G: Hurry up.

Singer: ♪ was scared to
go home, I was a fool ♪

♪ with the big boys
breakin' all the rules ♪

♪ you are appreciated ♪

Hey, look.

Singer: ♪ dear mama ♪

G: Man, this is high up.

I wish I could fly,
like Superman.

G: So you could go
wherever you want?

So I could kick anyone's a*s.

- [Laughs]
- Mouse: Nah, for real?

I'd fly to Africa,

walk around with
the lions, you know,

and if any of 'em
tried to jump me,

I'd just take off.

I'd go, "later, sucka."

You think we can fly but...

We just don't know it yet?

One way to find out.

Uh-uh, not me.

Mouse: That's
'cause you're a punk.

- G: You're a punk.
- Mouse: Yeah?

At least I don't wear
no stupid uniforms

to no preppy schools.

I go to that school
'cause I want to.

I bet your daddy made you.

G: Yeah, whatever.

Crackhead: How you
doin' there, fellas? [Laughs]

Say, I ain't gon' hurt you none,

so why you gotta
be like that, huh?

Hmm? Come here!

- G: No, please!
- Gimme your money.

Gimme your
money or I'll drop ya!

Leave him alone! Leave him alone

or I'll blow your face off!

Hey, hey, now, little bro.

It's all good.

Hey, take it easy, huh?

See, I was... i was just
goofin' with him, huh?

Now, don't sh**t me,
now, don't sh**t me.

- Are you okay, g?
- Man, let's get outta here.

Lewis: So we get a partial
off that cartridge, right?

Run it through the
database. Zilch.

So then I get to thinkin',

how come we get so much
latent off such a small surface?

Small fingers. Probably a kid's.

Right.

So, then you run
it through juvie.

You guys just take all the
fun out of things, don't you?

Prints belong to a ten-year-old
named Randy Benton.

Arrested for bicycle
theft four months ago.

- Are you sure about that?
- Yeah.

- You know him?
- Yeah, I know him.

He's the reason why I didn't
go to the game last night.

He was with g.

Chantal, what's up? It's me.

Is Randy still there?

When?

Listen, if he comes back,

hold him right there, all right?

I'll explain to you later.

All right.

They left this morning.

G.: Hey, what you got a g*n for?

Mouse: I've been hangin'
with al and them guys.

Real down brothers
always stay strapped, man.

G.: Al? He's bad news. What
you hook up with him for?

Al's okay. He's
like my big brother.

- He's takin' care of me, man.
- What for?

Hey, if you wanna be a
kid all your life, that's fine.

But if I didn't have
my gat, you'd be dead.

Well, yeah, you're right.

No big deal. We're
friends, right?

I watch your back,
you watch mine.

Listen, man, I gotta go.

I don't feel like goin' home.

I'm gonna hang out at
the arcade for a while.

- All right.
- Later, man.

See ya.

[Upbeat music playing]

J.c.: Hey, Evelyn.
How's it goin'?

J.c. What's wrong?

- Uh, can we come in a second?
- Yeah.

J.c., we've known
each other a long time.

Too long for you to
disrespect me by lying to me.

Why do you want
to talk to my son?

We'd like to question
him about a sh**ting

that took place yesterday.

Who got shot?

A boy named red
from the Grant projects.

Uh, I don't know him.
What's Randy got to do with it?

I don't know. That's what
we're tryin' to find out.

Well, I haven't seen
him since he went over

to your place yesterday.

Well, him and g.
Left this morning.

They were supposed
to be back hours ago.

I thought they might
have come here.

Uh, Randy pretty much
comes and goes as he pleases.

I'm losing control, j.C. I've
punished him, spanked him.

He doesn't care.
Without a father around...

I understand.

He's got that
natural boy wildness,

but he's not bad.

I know that's what
all mothers say,

but Randy's really a good kid.

I know he is. Listen,
if he calls you,

please give me a call as
soon as you hear from him.

[Sighs]

I'm really worried
about that kid.

And I'm worried about
g., if he's with him

and somebody comes after
them, you know what I'm sayin'?

Uzis blastin'
through car windows.

Yo?

Yeah. I'm on my way.

G's home, and
Randy's not with him.

You go do what you gotta do.

I'll stay here, in
case he shows up.

All right.

J.c.: G., mouse may be
in some serious trouble.

I really need to find him.

What kind of trouble?

Well, he may be
involved in a sh**ting.

Somebody die?

- Yeah.
- J.c.

Chantal, gonna ask
the boy to act like a man,

we need to treat him like a man.

Listen, if you know where
mouse is you need to tell me.

I really have to talk to him.

There might be some people
who are tryin' to hurt him.

I don't know where he is.

You sure about that?

Yeah.

If you hear from him,
you'll tell me, right?

I will.

Good.

I'm not pleased, detectives.

That is our only
move, lieutenant.

An apb on a ten-year-old?

What's wrong with this picture?

All right, let's do it.

Find this kid before he
gets gunned down, too.

[Upbeat music playing]

Hey, g. What are you doin' here?

I snuck out. I gotta
ask you somethin'.

- What, man?
- Did you sh**t anybody?

Yeah, I smoked a guy. So what?

What did you do that for?

To be down with al and his crew.

If you're down with a
crew you get respect,

and nobody messes with you.

Man, the cops
is lookin' for you,

and so is them boys from Grant.

So? I got my piece.

If they come after
me, I'll blow 'em away.

Yeah? What if they
blow you away first?

At least I'll go down fightin'.
Besides, al's got my back, man.

Yo, watch my stuff. I need
some tokens. Thanks, man.

Yo, I'm breakin' out, man.

All right.

Yo. Yeah, Williams.

What do you mean, he's gone?

Listen, Chantal,
stay calm, all right?

I'm gonna find
him. My son is gone.

Let's stake out
mouse's apartment.

Al, man. What has
he done for you?

You can't even go home.

- Now, you gotta talk to my dad.
- Your dad's 5-0.

- So what? You can trust him.
- That's what you think.

Man, your mom
must be worried crazy.

Al told me not to go home.
Maybe I should call him.

No, do not call al.
I'll go get my dad.

It's only gonna take


- Yeah, okay.
- You gon' be here, right?

- Yeah, whatever.
- Twenty minutes.

Yeah?

Don't sweat it.

I told you, I'm takin'
care of things for you.

Mouse: Yeah, that's cool, al.

It's just, my mom's
getting worried, you know.

Is it okay if I can go home now?

Not yet. Where are you?

At the arcade on 52nd street.

Al: Stay there. Don't move.

- I'm on my way.
- Thanks, al.

[Dogs barking]

Boy, where have you been?

Where have you been?

I went to the arcade.

You went to the arcade?
I have been sitting here

worried about you all this
time, so I could k*ll you.

Mom, I'm sorry.
Can we talk later?

- I gotta call dad.
- No.

I want to talk now, all right?

I'm the one that's been
sittin' here worried about you.

What's up with this
sneakin' out thing?

This is not like you.

I want to know where you've
been and who you've doin' it with.

I told you, I went
to the arcade.

Why?

I said, why.

- To see mouse.
- Oh, so you know where he is.

What, you lyin' to
your father now, too?

- Is he all right?
- Yeah.

Well, you just sit here, all
right, and don't you move.

All right, keep him right
there. I'm gonna get mouse.

- Yo, what's up?
- G is home,

and the kid's at the
arcade on 52nd street.

- G. Went to see him?
- Yeah, he went to see him. Yo.

Singer: ♪ in the hood
ain't no pack of sweets ♪

♪ it's straight up mayhem
and death on the streets ♪

♪ in my hood ain't
no pack of sweets ♪

♪ it's straight up mayhem
and death on the streets ♪

♪ yeah, somebody let me hang ♪

♪ I'll prove my point now
let me roll with your g*ng ♪

♪ 'cause i'MMA be
the next Mike like og ♪

♪ if you keep you
keep on killin' ♪

♪ all the things
that you taught me ♪

♪ I'm young and dumb
but I've got no shame ♪

♪ I play with g*ns like the
ones at the arcade game ♪

♪ give me respect
before I grab my pack ♪

♪ and sh**t all y'all
town with my 44 mag ♪

♪ now this type of case
is surely unheard of ♪

♪ I'll watch out this angst
commits first degree m*rder ♪

♪ but little do we know
that they all need help ♪

♪ and if you make the
wrong move you gots to go ♪

♪ it's the code of the street,
you must have a problem ♪

♪ sometimes you think you
win but you not, you out ♪

♪ then the tables turn,
then you learn not to burn ♪

♪ yeah ♪

Owner: Hey! Hey!

Four of them,
chasin' this one kid.

They didn't look like they
were playin' ringalevio.

Did you see a little skinny
black kid called mouse?

Um, about ten years
old, a little bit shorter

- than this guy, short hair?
- Yeah.

Like three-quarters
of my other customers.

What'd the other kids look like?

Same, only older. But...

I found this in the alley.

Cooper: So this is his bag,
huh? You sure about that?

J.c.: Well, we'll
have forensics dust it,

but, yeah, we're pretty sure.

Cooper: Well, then, this
would be his, too, huh?

A little nine millimeter clip.

Nice, huh?

All right, detectives,
what happened here?

We figure the kids from Grant

caught up to
mouse at the arcade,

tried to cancel him.
Payback for red.

J.c.: But there is a chance
he might've gotten away.

And these are the same
boys you talked to before,

- who knew nothing?
- Yeah, we're pretty sure.

Well, they know
something now, don't they?

How'd you know he
was in the arcade?

- Uh, we got a tip.
- Uh-huh. Anonymous?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

Let's bring the Grant
boys in for questioning.

At least that'll keep
them off the street

until we find the kid. I
hope it's not too late.

I do not want to
go to bed tonight

thinking about
another dead child.

Besides lying to me and
sneakin' out on your mother,

you also committed a crime.

You aided and
abetted a fugitive.

- Do you know what that means?
- You gonna arrest me?

No, I'm not gonna arrest you.

But you will be punished.
I'm very disappointed in you, g.

Now, listen, do you know
where Randy is now?

You're sure?

Well, if he calls you,

I want you to
tell me, all right?

- And don't go near that boy.
- Dad, he's my friend.

Friends watch
each other's backs.

- You even said that.
- I know what I said.

But not this time.
This is serious.

You understand?

Now, listen,

I'm gonna find your
friend, and I will protect him.

I promise you that.

Okay?

Okay?

Okay. Gimme a kiss.

All right.

Talk to you later.

Singer: ♪ when I was younger
me and my mama had beef ♪

♪ seventeen years old,
kicked out on the streets ♪

♪ though back at the time ♪

♪ I never thought
I'd see her face ♪

♪ ain't a woman alive that
could take my mama's place ♪

♪ suspended from school,
and scared to go home ♪

♪ I was a fool
with the big boys ♪

♪ breakin' all the rules ♪

♪ I shed tears with
my baby sister ♪

♪ over the years ♪

♪ we was poorer than
the other little kids ♪

♪ I wish I could
take the pain away ♪

♪ if you can make
it through the night ♪

♪ there's a brighter day ♪

♪ everything will be
all right if you hold on ♪

♪ it's a struggle every
day, gotta roll on ♪

♪ and there's no way
I can pay you back ♪

♪ but my plan is to show
you that I understand ♪

♪ you are appreciated lady ♪

Singer: ♪ don't you
know we love you? ♪

- Singer: ♪ dear mama ♪
- singer: ♪ sweet lady ♪

Singer: ♪ place no
one above you? ♪

-Singer: ♪ you are appreciated
♪ -Singer: Sweet lady ♪

♪ don't you know we love you? ♪

- Singer: ♪ dear mama ♪
- singer: ♪ sweet lady ♪

How ya doin'? He's in the room.

He does not want to go.

All right.

Come on, little
man. It's time to go.

I'm not goin'. I hate funerals.

Well, um, nobody likes
funerals, but you go anyway.

It's a good way to say goodbye.

You told me you'd protect him.

You lied to me.

I didn't lie to
you. I did my best.

And I guarantee you we
will do everything we can

to find whoever
did this to mouse.

I should go find him myself.

Except I'm a damn
prep school coward.

G.

And what will you
do if you find them?

- Get revenge.
- I know you don't mean that.

I don't wanna hear
that kind of stuff

- comin' out of your mouth.
- I do mean it.

I'm gettin' sick and tired
of my friends gettin' shot.

Well, I'm gonna do
somethin' about it.

I'm gonna take my g*n
and sh**t somebody.

J.c.: Your g*n?

What are you talkin'
about, your g*n?

What are you talkin'
about, your g*n?

Do you hear me
talkin' to you, boy?

I asked you a question,
do you have a g*n?

- Wait a second.
- Do you have a g*n?

- Why don't you wait a second?
- Where?

You got a g*n here?
Where? Where is it?

Where the hell'd you get this?

- Must be out of your mind!
- Chantal, I got this.

What the hell were
you gonna do with this?

Where'd you get this?

- Did you buy this?
- Answer him!

- J.c.: Did you buy this g*n?
- No, I didn't buy it!

Where did you get this?

Do you hear me?

I got it from mouse.

I snuck it out of his
bag at the arcade

while we was going
to get some tokens.

- J.c.: Why?
- I don't know why.

Boy, do you realize that mouse
used this g*n to k*ll somebody?

Is that what you want to do?

You want to go out
and k*ll people? Huh?

Here, why don't you take this.

Go sh**t somebody in
the face just like mouse did.

- Go on!
- J.C., that's too much.

No, it's not enough, Chantal.

sh**t somebody in the face,

then they'll sh**t
you back in the face,

you'll end up dead
on the ground,

just like mouse!

You want to go get your revenge?

Here, take it! Go
get your revenge!

- I don't want the g*n.
- J.C.: Take it!

- I don't want it!
- Take the g*n!

[Sobs] I don't want it.

Okay.

Call me when you're ready.

Singer: [Vocalizing]

Go on, take a look.
Take a good look.

I want you real scared,

so you won't be lyin' there
like that yourself someday.

You take care.

That kid was only ten years old.

He didn't even have a
chance to do anything.

Yeah. That's cold, man.

Smokin' a little kid like that.

b*llet that k*lled
your homey, red,

- came from mouse's g*n.
- Man, the streets ain't safe.

He k*lled red,
so you k*lled him.

I got at least twenty
witnesses that'll say

I was with them
when that kid got shot.

- Yeah? When was that?
- J.C.: Red was your boy,

so you had to k*ll
whoever k*lled him.

Not me, bro. My momma
taught me to forgive and forget.

I don't know
nothin' about nothin'.

The other guys said
it was you, Darrell.

They said you
pulled the trigger.

They didn't say no such thing.

- You guys are sad.
- Oh, man, when can I go home?

J.c.: Not for a while.

You're in the big
time now, baby.

I tell you, I didn't do nothing.

Well, let's play
fill in the blanks.

Grant goes to a party.

Grant gets into a
beef with Lincoln.

Lincoln cancels Grant.
Blank canceled Lincoln.

It don't take a rocket
scientist, Wayne.

Except Grant didn't
cancel nobody.

You got it wrong.

I think we got it right
enough to convince a jury.

And whatever we don't
have we'll make up.

Eddie: You might be
about 50 before you get out.

If you survive that long.

Yeah, well, uh,
you got it wrong.

The bad guys
are still out there.

Oh, really? And who's that?

Well, I hate to roll over
on a brother, but, uh,

you should talk to al
from the Lincoln projects.

'Cause these hands? Clean.

Okay, mom.

What you think, I'm
gonna embarrass you

by kissing you in
front of your friends?

I just really need to know

that you're up
to goin' in today.

If I was at home I'd just be
sittin' around doin' nothin',

so I'd rather be in school.

Okay. But you
come straight home.

- All right.
- Okay, all right.

- Mom!
- Can't help it.

See you later.

[Bell rings]

[Dramatic music playing]

Cannon: Al? He's in school.

Eddie: No, sir. We just
came from his school.

He hasn't been
seen there in weeks.

That figures.

Well, don't get too
stressed out about it, man.

He'll bring his skinny a*s
home when he gets hungry.

Don't you even want to know
why we're lookin' for him?

Cannon: All right, why
are you looking for him?

We think he k*lled someone.

So you don't care if your
son ends up dead or in jail?

Look, I work hard
for my family, mister.

I put clothes on their
backs and food on the table.

Now, my son goes out there
and he sees those gangsters

and dealers flashin' that paper,

wearin' them clothes,
drivin' them benzos.

Then I come home
stinkin' of blood and sweat.

He looks at me and
he looks at them,

then he makes his choice.

It's no contest. My son's gone.

- So you just let him go?
- You got kids?

- J.c.: One.
- Try havin' four.

Now, I got to be concerned
with the three youngest now.

That's all I can do.

Hey.

You might try the Martin
Luther king playground

on 122nd street.

He hangs out there sometimes.

Thanks.

[Dramatic music playing]

Al! Hey, al, it's me g.

G. Look at you,
man. You gettin' big.

- I need to talk to you.
- What's up, little brother?

- It's about mouse.
- Yeah, he was a good kid.

I saw him at the arcade.
He said he was gon' call you.

- Now he's dead.
- Why would he call me?

Yo, al, what's up
with the game, yo?

- No, chill, chill, chill.
- He said he was tight with you.

That you was takin' care of him.

I don't know nothin' about that.

Nobody knew where mouse
was except for me and you.

You sayin' I smoked him?

Or you told somebody
where he was.

Man, mouse respected you.
He wanted to be down with you.

How come you did him?

Look, I didn't k*ll
nobody, okay?

But I might start if you
don't get outta my face.

G.: I just wanna know why.

Go home, g. I ain't
talkin' to you no more.

- I ain't gonna tell you again.
- Al, I have to know why.

Because he messed in stuff
that wasn't none of his business.

He made trouble
for me, like you.

You want me to do you
the same way I did him?

I'll do it, too. I don't care
if your daddy's a cop.

J.c.: Put it down,
al! It ain't worth it.

- I'll k*ll g.
- J.C.: No, you won't.

See, that'd be stupid,
and you ain't stupid.

Eddie: Nobody
has to get hurt, al.

You got nowhere to go, al.

Eddie: We don't
want to k*ll you.

Just put the g*n down.

Don't sh**t me. I
wouldn't sh**t you.

[Dramatic music playing]

- J.c.: Take it easy, boy.
- I'm all right, dad.

- You sure?
- G: Yeah.

J.c.: What the hell
you doin' out here?

Singer: ♪ mother ♪

♪ there's too many
of you crying ♪

- ♪ yeah ♪
- singer: ♪ come on ♪

Singer: ♪ brother,
brother, brother ♪

♪ there's far too
many of you dying ♪

♪ you know we've
got to find a way ♪

♪ to bring some
lovin' here today ♪

♪ father, father ♪

♪ we don't need to escalate ♪

♪ w*r is not the answer ♪

♪ for only love can
overcome hate ♪

Yo, like when we were kids, man.

Long, long ago in
a far, far off land.

Speak for yourself.

I mean, like back in the day,

if a couple of guys jumped
you and beat you down,

what would you do?
You'd get your boys,

you'd find where they were
at, and you'd kick their a*s.

Or you'd be a sucker.

Or you'd just have to move
out of the neighborhood.

Right. I mean, but now,

like get-back is all
about g*ns and death.

I mean, baby
sisters getting shot.

These kids are on
this destruction trip.

They're not just
trying to k*ll anymore,

they want to sh**t
each other in the face.

Annihilate each other.

How'd it get so
out of control, man?

I don't know.

- At least g's safe, right?
- Amen.

At least for now.

Listen, I'm gonna
get goin', all right?

Yo, ed.

We're gonna do this tomorrow.

Yep, yep.

Till we get it right.

So, are you still
feelin' like a coward?

I don't know. I guess
I was pretty scared.

Well, nothin' wrong
with that. I tell you, man,

I'm scared all the time.

But I was very proud of you.

I shouldn't have
taken mouse's g*n.

Do you think that a g*n
would have saved him?

Yeah. He might have shot
them before they shot him.

No, Randy's mistake was
havin' a g*n in the first place.

That's what got him into trouble

and that's what got him k*lled.

You carry a g*n.
Will it get you k*lled?

♪ Lovin', lovin' ♪

♪ mother, mother ♪

♪ there's too many
of you crying ♪

♪ yeah ♪

♪ brother, brother, brother ♪

♪ there's far too
many of you dying ♪

♪ you know we've
got to find a way ♪

♪ to bring some
lovin' here today ♪

♪ father, father ♪

♪ we don't need to escalate ♪

♪ w*r is not the answer ♪

♪ for only love can
overcome hate ♪