Jamesy Boy (2014) - full transcript

A young gang member turns his life around in prison, thanks to the friendship he forms with a convicted murderer who becomes his mentor.

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(HEAVY BREATHING)

PRISON GUARD:
Uh-huh.

We get 100 little shits
like you,

transferred from youth
corrections every year.

Now, you got two problems.

One, you done all your time
so far with kids,

instead of real cons.

So you think you tougher
than you actually are.

Two, the guards of the Y.O.S.

still think they can put
Humpty back together again.

Which makes you soft.



It means you used to getting
away with shit.

Here, you throw an elbow
at another inmate,

we got a problem.

You understand that?

(CHUCKLING)

Aw, man.

This is gonna be fun.

Hell of a way to make
a first impression

on your committee, yo.

Pick a fight before
you even step off the bus.

PRISON GUARD:
Burns.

Let's go. Shoulder
against the wall.

Fuck!

What, are you nervous?



These kids have been going to
school together forever.

What if they
don't like me?

I know better
than you, boy.

They know nothing
about you.

You're gonna be great.

There's Larr.

WOMAN: We're here to discuss
the enrolment of James Burns

into the freshman class
of Roosevelt High School,

per the request of
his mother, Tracy Burns.

Miss Burns,
let me be frank with you.

We have some concerns.

Okay.

We're listening.

WOMAN: We've read
your son's record,

and we're not convinced
that our school

is the right place
for a student

with his
particular history.

There are other institutions
that might be more--

TRACY: Wait.
Beneficial.

TRACY: Are you saying
you're-you're not gonna take him?

Obviously we're--

This is a public school.

Is this--

WOMAN: Experiences of abuse
that your son endured,

but the fact is
that James has a record

of unstable,
even violent behaviour.

He could be a danger
to the other children.

TRACY:
Mm-hmm.

You spent 20 minutes
with this file,

suddenly you're
an expert on my son?

You're the James expert.

Excuse me.

Feel free at any time
to step in and do your job.

WOMAN: At 14, James already
has convictions for robbery,

vandalism, and assault.

He's been institutionalized
three times in eight years,

once for threatening your
boyfriend with a knife.

TRACY: Jesus, he
was ten years old.

WOMAN:
The fact is...

(VOICES BLENDING TOGETHER)

All the required
equivalency tests.

Yes, he has.

He wants to enrol here,

and his counsellor has
declared him fit to do so.

And he will.

And we'll be back.
Come on, let's go.

♪ It's only music

♪ So what's wrong with music?

♪ And there's hate

(KNOCKING)

♪ It's only music

Hold on.

♪ Deception, injected

Yeah?

♪ Shape things to come

♪ A below birth
and break it down from birth ♪

♪ Cursed, sinnin' and killin'
275 million ♪

♪ Imperfections connected with
the greatest invention ♪

♪ The intentions of flesh

Yes?

You know...

I've heard bullshit like that
woman said my whole life.

This is a setback,
that's all.

No one said
it was gonna be easy.

Whatever.

You've been doing real good
these past three months,

but you gotta be patient.

You gotta--
you gotta stay home,

you gotta stay
outta trouble,

you gotta let
the lawyer do his job.

Yeah.

TRACY: No one's gonna
drive you to school today

if you miss the bus.

(TV PLAYING)

(TV PLAYING)

(GARBAGE TRUCK STOPPING)

Holly,
did you finish the milk?

No.

Fuck it.

♪ Can't you get what you give?

♪ Gimmie-gimmie what you got

Hey, what's up?

Um, hi.

Hi.

How are you?
I'm good, how are you.

Yo, dude, your toilet's flooded.

Go, go, go, go.

Run, hurry!

What the hell?

(SPEAKING IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Goddamn kid,
I'll teach you lesson.

CRISTAL:
Come on.

Come on, come on!

SHOP OWNER:
What are you doing?

(PANTING)

(LAUGHING)

That was crazy!

I'm Crystal.

I'm James.

You wanna get high?

MANNY: I just bought these
high tops this year.

150 fuckin' dollars.

You know what
the problem is?

They're made
by some kids in China.

Probably doesn't even know what
a pair of sneakers looks like.

What are you talking about?

Yo, I gotta
get out of here.

CRYSTAL:
Why?

If I'm not home by eight,

a box pops up my PO's computer
and I'm fucked.

Oh shit.
What did you do?

JAMES:
I brought home a gun.

My mom found it in my sock
drawer and freaked,

so I got 15 months
in juvie.

CRYSTAL:
Wait, are you serious?

Your mom called the cops.

Yeah.

Your mom.

Yeah.

(LAUGHING)

Damn.

I gotta go.

Oh, no,
don't be like that.

Come on.

Come on,
I'm just playing with you.

I'm sure Mommy
loves you very much.

Shit.

The kids looks about...

Nine?

Probably doesn't have
a care in the world.

I'm 14.
And fuck you.

I got cares.

So that thing
only works at night?

JAMES:
I guess so.

So what are you
doing tomorrow?

Okay.

Try it now.

Ha-ha.

What's up?

New fish.

I give him two weeks.

Mm-mm, bullshit.

Three days commissary says
Jongo's gonna turn him out

quicker'n nothin'.

Oh, shit look at
what we got here.

What's up,
fresh meat?

She looks like
a little puta to me.

I don't want trouble.

S'all right,
Opie.

You'll be safe with us.

We got your back.

Leave it alone, JB.

Guillermo already got beef
with you over that beat down

you gave his boy
at intake.

Yo, Guillermo,
why you such a bitch?

GUILLERMO: Holy shit,
it's fuckin' Dennis the Menace.

You got something
to say, white boy?

Huh?

Wanna make this about us,
or what?

Nah.

I'm just wondering why
a bigger mano like you

only has the heart
to fuck with the punks.

Fuck you.

You disrespectful
little bitch.

You just bought that one.

Everybody get the fuck down!

(ALARM RINGING)

Fuck you!

Get down.

(ALARM RINGING)

LT. FALTON:
Get up, Burns.

You been here, what?
Three weeks?

And how many fights
is that, convict?

'Cause honestly
I've lost count.

You know, at first
I thought, I dunno,

maybe you're trying
to prove yourself.

Show the natives they shouldn't
mess with you

and your baby face.

But now I think, maybe you're
just a guy that likes fighting.

Just trying to protect...

And who the fuck are you?

Chris Cesario.

I'm new.

LT. FALTON:
No shit!

You think this asshole
is protecting you?

You think
he's your friend?

Are you this fish's
friend, inmate?

No.

LT. FALTON: Are you trying to protect
him from getting his shit reamed

by this wetback
or anybody else in my yard?

JAMES:
No.

LT. FALTON:
Why don't you tell him, inmate?

I don't give
a fuck about you.

LT. FALTON: You must not care
about the ratification committee.

You couldn't possibly.

'Cause you like it here.
I like it here.

The difference is, I like it
here because this is my yard.

You like it here 'cause
it's an opportunity

for you to suck dick!

Once a loser...

always a loser.

CRYSTAL: Thought you said
your mom wasn't home.

Okay, then,
why are you afraid?

Look, Mary,
I thought you were cool.

Okay!

Nice place, Mary.

Oh.

Mary.
You were very cute.

What happened?

Just like a--
oh!

Was this what
you were talkin' about?

Cold?
Hot?

MARY: Yeah.
Yeah?

Yeah?

Hey, Mary.

I knew you were cool.

♪ Uh-oh, there's
a new kid in town ♪

♪ Runnin' round- it's me

♪ Poured if I came and mothed up
your street spot ♪

♪ Auxiliary runs deep
from outta me with ease ♪

♪ I'll turn your block to
a north gathering indeed ♪

♪ Uh

Oh...
I wanna dance.

Dance with me?

Come on.

♪ Word. Wait till two AM
its on ♪

♪ I grab some Krylon

♪ And creeps across ya lawn

Cool.

♪ Lookers and proceed to boom

♪ Trash the can, grab the tips,
clean my hands, I'm gone ♪

♪ But now I got a new canvas
that I can damage ♪

♪ Hip-hop distracts
I'm onto my platform ♪

♪ They can't stand it

♪ They already
want my ass gone ♪

♪ And you would think I'm
playing this all ♪

♪ I paint the world like

♪ If you ain't out for fame,
get out the game ♪

♪ 'Gainst the grey
thug about my name ♪

♪ Grab your bad, get your hoodie
on and get your girl ♪

♪ We'll be back
when they mention ♪

♪ Though we paintin'
the world ♪

♪ To the kids,
say yo, yo, yo ♪

♪ Gettin' crazy
out for fame ♪

So, Mary...

Do you get high?

I have an idea.

Which ones?

Okay, seriously, stop.

Oh my God, relax, Mary.

It's not like we're gonna steal
your mom's jewellery.

Um...
yes we are.

All right,
my bad, ha-ha!

We are.

Fuck you.

You know, it's a shame you got
that thing on your ankle.

'Cause Roc would love you.

Who's Roc?

Manny and I
do some work for him.

Making runs,
shit like that.

You mean like drugs?

Ha-ha!
Wow.

What?

MANNY: When you talk
about it, it sounds boring.

Anyone in the game
on the East side

knows he's got
that product.

And he's got 'em
shook too,

'cause Roc don't
back down from nobody.

Fuck.

It's cold out.

(GLASS BOTTLES CLINKING)

Hey, James.

You know what?

Any time he wants...

your PO can come
to this house

and search
through your shit.

You think he won't haul your ass
right back into lockup?

So tell me, what is this?
Did you have people over?

Were you drinking alcohol
in my house?

What about school?

You know the judge is about
to hear your appeal.

And we are so close.

So close to what?

I've been stuck at home
for two months.

And they're still fighting
to keep me out.

They don't want me.

Do you know how hard
I'm working for you?

JAMES: You know what?
Fuck school!

I'm tired of
being a charity case.

I really am.

You know, I wouldn't even go
back to that fucking place now

if they begged me!

You smart ass,
you don't mean that.

I know you don't mean that.

Oh yeah?

If you're so smart,
where's Dad?

Huh?

TRACY: Okay, that's real
mature and, you know,

I'd love to sit around
and whine all day,

but I'm actually
trying to live up

to my God damn
responsibilities,

so go ahead...

fuck up your life!

See if I care.

PRISON GUARD:
So...

Shower time.

Time to wash those asses.

Get a move on.

Move, move.

James.
James, look out!

MAN:
Move out.

JAMES:
Chris!

PRISON GUARD: They've been at
it before, maybe five minutes.

The water in the showers
is gonna be turned off.

We're just giving them a bit
before we go in

and let them
wear each other out.

LT. FALTON:
Go!

PRISON GUARD:
Go, go, go, get in there.

(SHOUTING)

Medical!
I need medical!

Need medical in shower six!

Stat!

LT. FALTON:
A medic!

Who brought
in the shank?

The kid
in critical condition

with two stab wounds...

he stole a car.

First offence.

Zero record of violence.

His mother comes
to visit him every week,

together with his
girlfriend.

I'm not a snitch.
So what?

Think your pals
aren't gonna talk?

You don't think
that bean eater

is gonna say the shank
was yours?

I looked up your
arrest report.

You got away that night.

Clean.

You wouldn't even be in here
if your girlfriend

hadn't sold you out.

Jesus Christ.

Her statement
was 12 pages long.

Fuck you!

Nobody's following this bullshit
code of honour but you.

Inside.

Put your hands through.

(HANDCUFFS UN-CLICKING)

(KNOCKING)

♪ I either comin' like Noah

'Chu lookin' for, yo?

I need to talk to Roc.

What'chu got, man?

Well?

I need to make some money.

Yo D, who
the fuck is this?

I'm a friend of Crystal's?

He wasn't
talking to you, man.

ROC:
Crystal?

Get down here.
Now!

Bitch talks too much.

You call something
for this kid?

I only met him once.

Not exactly a ringing
endorsement, is it?

I got a general rule

that everybody
on my crew's old enough

to have hair
on their dicks.

Yo, I'm not leaving.

Oh, man.

Excuse me?

Look, I get it.

You take some
weak-ass kid under your wing,

and you look
weak too.

But I'm not asking
for a favour.

I got brains.

Plus I can hustle.

And I don't scare easy.

Woof woof woof.

You okay running errands?

Cleaning the bathroom,
shit like that?

Yeah.
Good.

'Cause we do this,
you'll be my bitch.

Take it or leave it,
non-negotiable.

I take it.

My bitch!

(PHONE RINGING)

TRACY:
Hello?

Hey.
It's me.

TRACY:
James, what the fuck?

The police are here every day
looking for you.

They pulled
Holly out of class.

I'm not coming home.

TRACY: We can still
find a way to fix this.

I love you, but there's nothing
else you can do for me.

TRACY: I know you think
I don't understand,

but whatever it is,

you've decided
you have to do right now

Just tell me where you are
and I'll come get you, boy.

Tell Holly to keep her head up.

Hey...

What was that?

Don't worry about it.

Yo, this is bullshit,
I can help, man.

You don't know shit
about packing no ammo.

We'll be done with these
faggots in ten minutes.

Your job is to be
waiting right here

with the key
in the ignition.

Okay.

(DOOR BREAKING)

♪ Pop willie pop

♪ Guess what?
Aw, freestyle ♪

♪ Bottom of the gun
and is so dramatic ♪

♪ Like the oceans crashing
and the former waves ♪

♪ Imma pour, it's gonna rain

♪ And when I pop my style

♪ You get transformed from the
name to a civilized man ♪

♪ With a mic in the hand
selling with gat ♪

♪ You wanna strap somethin' else
follow me rap ♪

♪ Listen

♪ Yo, running back doors

♪ Running back doors

(YELLING)

(YELLING)

Hold it!

You're not so tough now,
are you?

THUG 2: Huh, tough guy?
Huh?

You really thought you was gonna
come in here and take our shit?

Ow!

Oh, shit.

Ah!

What the shit?

Manny, grab the shit!

Shut the fuck up.

Holy shit!

You, look at me.

Lights out,
motherfucker.

Things just got real
for you, kid.

Let's go.
Go!

ROC: Bet you'd like to stick
your dick in that, huh?

I'd love to.

I bet that kid doesn't even know
what a pussy looks like.

I do.

It looks like Manny.

Ha-ha.

Oh.

Thank you.

Oh.

Look.

The world's
a jungle.

Right?

It's ugly.

That's just how it is.

Guys like me
and you survive,

'cause we're
the fuckin' lions.

That's half
Manny's take from tonight.

You earned it.

But don't take it unless you
want what comes with it.

Well, I want it.

No.

I'm not sure you do.

I want the fuckin' money,
Roc.

Okay then.

(SNICKERING)

ROC:
Yes.

Yo, shut up a minute!

To Jamesy Boy.

Kid can kick up
some fuckin' dust.

I gotta take a piss.

Yeah, you go do that.

Yo, Mercedes!

I wanna introduce you
to my new boy.

♪ Sudden yeah

♪ But you don't know

♪ I gotta have to try again

♪ The argument

♪ And just like that

♪ It's gone

♪ You crazy kid

♪ You let it show

♪ You're perfect
how you got it ♪

♪ And so forget it

♪ And just like that

♪ It's gone

♪ It's gone

So I heard you had
a really good day today.

Roc's not so
easily impressed.

I guess he
recognizes talent.

That was on the phone
with my mom today.

I told her
I'm not coming home.

♪ A sudden hit

♪ And you don't know

♪ You don't have to
do it again ♪

♪ And just like that,
it's gone ♪

You wanna dance?

Yeah.

I do.

JAMES: You know what the worst
thing was about living with my mom?

It was the constant reminder
we weren't gonna make it.

Seeing her putting more
and more hours

to pay fewer
and fewer bills.

Busting her ass
trying to work a system

that had let her down
from day one.

Now my kid sister's
in trouble at school.

The teachers all decide
she's a bad kid.

She gets labelled
and she's fucked.

Because that's how the world
works for people like us.

If we let it,
you know?

What?

You can sleep here
if you want to.

Hold.

Open 42.

CHRIS:
Watch out!

(KNOCKING)

Hey, old timer.

You got anything to read?

Come on, I've been in the
hole for three weeks.

I'm going batshit.

I don't wanna be
friends, guppy.

I've been down more than three
years, I ain't no fish.

JB...

Guillermo runnin'
his mouth, man.

Punk ass said you snuck him
in the shower.

Wants to put a knife
in your back.

So what?

So we should handle that.

Why does nobody test that guy?

'Cause that guy made it known
he didn't wanna be tested.

Motherfucker's got status
in the yard.

Killed five people inside and
saying he's done two more since.

Hold!

Planning a vacation?

Don't talk to me.

INMATE:
Why I'm right?

'Cause poetic seizures keep me
thinking in Morse code,

so I write all the Tory
hallucinations

in sign language,

so you can see how it sounds
when I write, all right?

I write keys and escape plans
but chain gangs,

street gangs turn into literary
genius, am I right?

I rewrite, everybody start,

everyone have to write--

(WHISTLING)

Yard's over!

(KNOCKING)

Yo.

What's in Rio de "Janeerio"?

CONRAD:
Shut up.

Hit.

Hit.

INMATE 1:
Somethin' better.

INMATE 2:
Somethin' better?

(EXHALING DEEPLY)

It's pronounced
"Janeiro".

You've been?

Only in my mind.

JAMES:
I got this kid hurt.

There was a fight
in the showers

and he got stabbed.

So?

So, I'm gonna
do something about it.

(EXHALING DEEPLY)

CONRAD: Oh, starting
a yard war is a good way

to make sure you don't
go back to the real world.

Maybe that's what
you're scared of.

I'm not scared.

Oh, you think you different
than these other assholes?

News for you, kid.

You're not.

(LAUGHING)

Go!

Oh, shit!

(LAUGHING)

Hey.

Um, can I get two grape
cigarillos

and a pack of racks,
please?

Do you have ID?

Oh... I think I
forgot it at home.

Come on, we're friends
aren't we?

Just take it.

What?

I don't want
any trouble.

I've seen you around.

I know you deal drugs.

I'm not robbing you.

I'm paying, see?

I'm James.

Hey.

Come here.

Let's go somewhere
and fuck.

♪ Uh-huh

♪ It's a fly little low so

♪ I thought you got that outfit
last week week ♪

♪ When you were shoppin'
Call it heavy ♪

♪ Fly while you catch up
on the latest ♪

Hey yo,
slow down.

CRYSTAL:
Yo!

Are you deaf?

Hey, yo, slow down.

JAMES:
What, here?

Yo, pull the fuck over!

Pull over!

What the hell
is wrong with you?

You know with the shit
we got in the trunk?

If a cop pulled us over
we would get ten years.

Roc sends you
on a couple errand boy jobs

and suddenly you're
fucking invincible?

No.

Then what?

What?

I've invincible
all along.

Ugh!

Plus, with the amount
of paper

I've been puttin'
in Roc's pocket,

he's gonna start
taking me more seriously.

I ain't nobody's bitch,
Crystal.

Grimey, fuck this.

Jamesy Boy here, talkin' me
into bringing him back

to their own crib,
to plan their next move.

But once, now look,
once he's inside...

Wha'd you do, man?

I robbed them.

Oh, shit.

D:
Naw, right?

Swear to God,
no jokes little brother,

picks up one of their
own pieces, right?

D:
A'ight.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

Stands one guy,
against four.

Eenie, meenie, miney,
motherfuckin' Moe.

THUG 2:
Shit.

Tells him he's collecting
a "disloyalty tax".

Disloyalty tax.

Hold up.

What the fuck
happened after that?

They shit their pants,
is what happened!

They paid him!

They pissed
all over their rug.

And I end up making money

on what's supposed to be
a strike against me.

Right?

But that shit
ain't even the point.

Naw.

The point is,
Jamesy Boy's got loyalty.

It was good.

I want to talk to you about
some ideas I got.

Maybe a couple deals I think
I could line up on my own.

All right.

Drink one of these.

Put some fuckin' bass
in your voice.

(COUGHING)

Not now.

Right?

You keep putting in
that work

on the smaller jobs,
we'll see.

All good?

Cool.

All right.

By the way,
congratulations on Crystal.

Thank God
for the sluts, right?

Hon, look what I found.

What is this,
like a diary or some shit?

You writing down
your feelings?

What are you doing?

Can you imagine if Roc
or Drew found this?

Give it back!
Oh my God.

I said give it back
to me!

Oh! Calm down.
Hey.

I just didn't know
my big tough gangster

had a soft
and chewy centre.

What?

Hey!

Hey.

Come here.

I'm sorry, okay?

I promise we'll never
talk about your diary again.

All right?

How was your drive?

Long.

There was construction,
the weather's shit, of course.

How's Holly?

Better.

She says hi.

She looks like she might
actually...

make good.

I guess I probably
helped with that.

"Now you best behave yourself
or you'll end up

You haven't ended up
like anything yet.

God, I hate--

I hate this place.

I could've been here too.

No, you wouldn't have.

Thanks.

What do you want
for Christmas?

What?

Your hearing's
in five weeks,

it's your first
Christmas in four years,

you can bet there's gonna be
something under the tree.

When was the last time
you got a tree?

I'm getting you
a kickass present,

so unless you want socks,
you better say something.

Just a hearing, Mom.

We've both got dealt
shitty hands, boy,

but things are
gonna get better?

Yeah.

Yo.

Well?

Is it honest?

Yeah.

Why the hell do you care
what I think?

You really kill
five people?

There's a giant bay...

and in the middle
there's a rock...

and way up high
on the mountain...

there's a 100-foot tall
statue of Jesus Christ...

with his arms spread out.

They speak Spanish there,
right?

Naw.

No, Portuguese.

It's the only country
in South America

where they don't
speak Spanish.

And they eat those,
um...

those little bananas,
right?

Plantains.

Hmm.

Now you keep writing.

It don't matter about what,

it don't even matter
if it's good or not.

You do everything you can
to just block this shit out.

Just block it out.

Prisons are packed
with crowded spaces.

Lifers and guards,
with hollow faces.

Amongst the sea--

But amongst the sea
of tribulation...

♪ Well, I'm waiting on a day
when the people walk free ♪

♪ To see and the penitentiary
is on fire ♪

♪ There's only
to be your mother ♪

♪ Or your brother or the one
to come before you for ♪

♪ I'm waiting on a time when
the people walk free to see ♪

♪ And the
penitentiary in our mind ♪

♪ There's no need
to bleed for your father ♪

♪ Or your son all the
the one that you recall ♪

♪ When the penitentiary
is on fire ♪

♪ When the penitentiary
is on fire ♪

♪ I'm waiting on a day
when the people come free ♪

Cesario,
get up man.

You gotta show them
you're strong,

get the fuck up, man.

All right.

JAMES:
What's up with you?

What's up, ha.

Read that.

I had a girl
on the outside too.

I was crazy for her.

But after I went down,
she stopped talking.

It's tough.

But it's not
the end of the world.

I guess so, ha.

Stephanie was like the whole
reason I kept going.

Two fucking years.

So, you know, um,
when I was in the med ward,

there were these
visitors that would come in

and read to us.

One of them
told me something.

That we have the right
to file a formal complaint

and bypass the COs,

and go straight
to the administration.

You can't do that.

If there's an investigation,
maybe they'll--

maybe they'll transfer
me out of here.

Where do you
think you are?

Administration would never
side with an inmate

against the system.

Everybody looks out
for their own.

All right.

You're close.

Just keep
your head down.

All right,
once you're out of here,

you'll get a new girlfriend
with bigger tits.

Yeah?
You promise?

Did your old girlfriend
have big tits?

Um, I-- no.

I promise.

What are
you doin' here?

Thought Roc
was sending Drew?

He couldn't come.

It's just me.

Who the fuck
are you?

We're here
to collect for Roc.

The fuck you are.

I deals with Roc.

Not his little
schoolboy bitches.

Come on, man.

You know
we work for Roc,

it doesn't have to
be that way.

Actually, let's do it
exactly this way.

You wanna test us?
Fine.

Pick it up.

Pick it up!

Okay, you pick it up.

James,
let's just--

Pick it up!

Now where's the money?

FAT ASS MANAGER:
What do you see here, man?

Is this a fucking game
of cops and robbers?

I don't have any.

Bullshit.

(SCREAMING)
Bullshit!

What's in the safe?

Shut up!
Stop screaming!

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

What are you doing?

Yo!

What are you doing?

Bro, somebody's
gonna see you.

What the fuck!

You're insane!

Holy shit!

D: What?
Look at this!

How much you think
this shit's worth?

CRYSTAL:
You're an idiot.

What was I
supposed to do?

Turn around
and leave the room

with my tail
between my fucking legs?

With a gun on you?

Yeah. That's exactly what
you're supposed to do.

You wanna live
to be like Roc?

Then you gotta
be smart.

Stop doing 90
with a trunk full of drugs.

I'd rather die young
than just coast through life

without ever stepping up.

Being a man is about
taking initiative.

A man?

You're not a man.

You're just a little boy
with a death wish.

Fuck you!
Grow up!

What about Roc?
Is he a man?

Is that why
you fucked him?

James.
Stop.

What about those guys
in the club?

Are they men too?
I said stop.

JAMES: You're just a
piece of ass to them.

That's all you'll ever be.

Don't you fucking
walk away from me!

Unlock the fridge!

Unlock the fucking fridge!

Hello?

Shit.

I'm sorry.

You have ID?

Um...

It's my dad's store.

We live next door.

I help out when
I'm not in school.

I dunno if you know this,

but there's some lunatics
running around this hood.

Especially at
this time of night.

He's drunk.

So it's either
do it myself

or we lose the business
for the night.

Fair enough.

Anyway,
I can handle myself.

What happened
to your hand?

You scared of me?

I don't know.

Maybe.

You want a cigarette?

Maybe.

Thanks.

And what
are you doing?

Magic trick.

Yeah?
Yeah.

'Kay...

You see?

Full pack.

Mm-hmm.

But wait.

Little shake.

And...

they're gone.

But wait...

They're back.

No way!

Way.

Oh!

I applaud you.

(CHUCKLING)

Who was that girl
you were with last week?

Oh...

that is, um,
Crystal.

She's all right.

ROC:
What the fuck did you do?

JAMES:
Roc.

Calm down, bro.

This guy was trying
to screw you over.

I was just showing
a little initiative.

A little initiative?

Yeah.

I'm doing this shit
for you, man.

Oh.

Thank God.

'Cause, see,
that's not what I thought.

I thought you got
your pride wounded.

And that you stupidly,
without thinking about it,

burned one of
my contacts.

My business partners.

Just to make yourself
feel better.

That's not how it is--

Shut the fuck up!

It's not how it--
Shut up!

That's not all!

I also thought you stole
a huge fucking bag of guns

and brought
it back to my house!

I oughta fill you
with fucking lead.

James...

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Then, James,
I thought no.

No.

Jamesy Boy wouldn't do that.

Jamesy Boy's smart.

Jamesy Boy would know

that guns
are a shit business.

'Cause if we sell them
on the street...

any punk bitch
who gets busted with one

just to get a couple years
knocked off their time!

Fuckin' James.

That is my money
in that bag.

You and D are gonna
figure out

a way to fix this.

You feel me?

Yeah.

Hmm?

Yeah.

(KNOCKING)

Come in.

PRISON GUARD:
Sorry to bother you, sir.

This is with
the medical kites.

Put him in room four.

PRISON GUARD:
Sir.

Must be important...

if you wanna talk to me.

Take Cesario off the yard
until his hearing.

Put him in PC.

He's too weak.

You don't get into
a fight for a week,

I'm supposed to think
you grew a heart.

Somebody's gonna
hurt him? Great.

Gimme a name.

This is an inmate
who was involved

in a near fatal knife fight
in my shower room.

That's bullshit--

No, but I don't know
that because, see,

you didn't make a statement
at the time, did you?

So you're gonna let
the kid die

to teach me
a fucking lesson?

Hey, watch your tone,
convict.

Remember who
you're talking to.

There are 30,000 people
incarcerated in this state

right at this very minute,
you know how many work here?

3,000.
Total.

My COs come to work
ten hours a day

completely surrounded
by assholes like you

who spend 24 trying out
how to murder him.

Big badge of honour to take down
a corrections officer,

ain't that right?

No, for Chris--

If I can't afford to make
the distinction...

you think I'm an asshole
because it's fun?

I do it...

because that's how
my guys survive.

I'm taking a real risk sitting
down with you right now.

I'm asking you.

Person to person.

There's nothing
I can do.

Hey, yo, white boy...

GUILLERMO: Heard you
been talking to Falton.

You mention me,
or any one of my soldagos...

I'll make sure you get
your throat cut.

Hey, controllate.

It ain't my fault your
little bitch ass boyfriend

keeps on falling
down stairs.

You're gonna fuck up
his release, you know that?

GUILLERMO:
Do something.

You ain't got no heart.

Do something,
white boy.

Come on.
Hit me.

I wanna see them
revoke your ass.

Right here.

Free shot,
white boy.

Take your shot,
right here.

INMATE: Yo, wreck that
motherfucker, JB.

Do something!

JAMES:
Excuse me.

SARAH'S FATHER:
Can I help you?

Uh, yeah.

Is Sarah around?

Do you know what damn time
it is?

Dad, it's okay.

I used to take walks
like this with my mom.

Yeah?

Before she got sick.

The spine, yeah.
She got better.

But she hasn't been
the same since.

I think for a while there she
thought she was gonna die

and she was disappointed
that the world didn't stop.

My dad still had the store,

I still went to school.

I made her angry.

Man, you don't hold back,
do you.

I can stop if you want.

No, I didn't mean it
like that.

I've been institutionalized
since I was six.

What did you do when
you were six?

I was an angry kid.

I used to get into fights,
break things,

shit like that.

My whole life I've never been
to a regular school.

And as far
as I can remember,

every room
I walked into...

they already knew
I was a lost cause.

All I want...

is a normal life.

What if a man came
from the future

and said you'd have
a happy life?

What if he showed you your
future wife and your children

and you're all totally happy?

Would you be scared?

I don't know.

Not that it matters.

I'm not the kind of girl
that rises above all this.

I'm not so pretty and I
don't do that well in school.

Nobody's coming from the future
to tell us anything.

JAMES:
Maybe that's true.

But...

you are pretty.

♪ I been down

♪ I been down

♪ A different road

♪ I been out

♪ I have been
out of control ♪

♪ But when you touch me

♪ like yeah, yeah

♪ I get my senses back

♪ Yeah

♪ So now feelin' all right

♪ 'Cause nothing feels like

♪ When you're holding on

♪ Say I feel all right

♪ 'Cause nothing feels like

♪ When you're holding

I'm sorry.

♪ When you're holding

♪ I'm feeling all right

♪ 'Cause nothing feels like

♪ When you're holding on

♪ When you're holding on

♪ I wanna treat you

♪ Like you wanna be treated

Any news?

Oh yeah.

Cesario got revocated.

Six years.

Heh...

What's the matter,
Burns?

You look sad.

ROBYN:
Who is that?

Hey!

That's James.

My friends, Robyn.

Hey, what's up?

You got to school here?

Uh, James goes to Roosevelt.

Wanna play some ball?

We need another person.

Sure.

All right.
James is on my team.

Cool.

BOY:
Ball, ball, ball!

BOY:
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Woo!

BOY:
Get your man!

Ah!

James!

Woo!

BOY:
Did you see that?

I didn't know
you could play ball.

Yeah.

One of many skills I learned
courtesy of the state.

BOY: Yo, James.
Hurry up man.

Yo!

Ew,
you're all sweating.

'Kay,
I'm gonna go play.

All right.

(SCREAMING)

What are you always
writing about?

Nothing.

I'm gonna take you away

from this shithole
neighbourhood.

That sounds nice.

Things are
gonna be different.

We're gonna be different.

Good.

Look who decided to visit.

You know, it's like
you're never here anymore.

I'm leaving.

The fuck you are.

This isn't a good place,
Crystal.

It's a dead end.

You should get out too.

With who?

With you?

Do you love me?

No. You don't.

You'd rather fuck that ugly
bitch from the store, right?

Don't talk about her
like that.

Where you been
that past two weeks?

Huh?

You been sleeping
at her house?

You're stupid.

You pathetic
little boy.

And you're never gonna find
another woman like me.

You wanna what
me and Roc did last night?

ROC:
Yo!

Where you going?

D:
I got the call this morning.

Chuck found the body.

The deal's tonight.

What happened
to loyalty, James?

What happened to riding
'till the wheels fall off?

Yo.

I'm the guy
who took you in

off the street
and gave you your shot.

I don't owe you anything,
Roc.

Okay.

Let me paint you a picture,
Jamesy Boy.

One year from now,

and we kicking it at the club,

doing better than ever,
wearing rollies.

Reminiscing.

You know what
we're talking about?

We talkin' about James,
the pussy.

James,
who was less than a man,

and turned his back
on his brothers.

You walk down that street...

Yo...

That's your legacy, kid.

All right,
just tonight.

See, D?

I told you we could
count on him.

Jamesy Boy's the man.

(CLANGING)

PRISON GUARD 1:
You know the drills, ladies.

On the line.

Have those ID badges out.

Here we go.

Move it in, mate,
let's go.

On the line.

PRISON GUARD 2:
Line 'em up!

PRISON GUARD 1:
Let me see that badge.

PRISON GUARD 2: Fall in.
Let's go.

PRISON GUARD 3:
Hold!

PRISON GUARD 1:
Hold up.

Check him out!
Check him out.

Check him--
oh, hey, yo.

Hey, yo!

(YELLING)

You little whore,
you better jump,

'cause I'm gonna
make you wish you had.

Don't come any closer.

Officer, stand down!

Cesario, do not do this
on my watch!

You hear me boy?

JAMES:
Chris.

Chris!

We can talk about this, son.

LT. FALTON: Come to the office,
we'll straighten this out.

Do it!
Come on!

He's doing it!

Think about what you're
fucking doing right now!

JAMES:
No!

Cut him down.

Get him up.

PRISON GUARD 4:
Sir.

LT. FALTON:
Get to your feet, inmate.

Get up!

This is over.

You understand me?

Look at me!
This is over!

It did not
have to happen.

Lock it down.

Lock it down!

PRISON GUARD 1:
Move the fuck back!

The fuck-- no!

God damn it!

God damn!

Calm the fuck down!
Calm fuckin' down!

Stop!
Right now!

Let him go.
He hit you!

That is an order!

Put him back in his cell.

Check that.

Put him in the hole.

Lock it down.

LT. FALTON:
Lock it down!

JAMES:
Yo, something's up, bro.

No, it's not.

Be easy.

Text him again.

There you are,
right there.

DRUG DEALER: James... Drew.
DREW: A'ight, a'ight, fellas.

These are my boys,
Easy and Flash right here, yo.

What's good, man?

S'all good, man.
What you guys got?

D:
Uh, I got you man.

Yeah, yeah,
check that out, man.

All right, that's what
I'm talking about.

It's looking good, man.

Yo, E, man, put this shit
in the trunk.

Yo, back up,
back up, back up.

Chill, chill.

Look, yo, take,
chill, look--

You think I'm stupid, man?

DRUG DEALER:
They good for it, I promise--

Yo, show us the money first.

DRUG DEALER:
Man, hold up.

James, chill.

Hey, man, do it, yo.
Do it, man.

Pay.

Let's get that money, yo.

You gon' get your money.

You wanna get paid, right?

Yo, E, man,
hurry up.

(YELLING)

(GUNS FIRING)

Motherfucker.
Yeah!

Get the fuck
outta here, man.

There's no way out.

They're gonna
have to come back.

(GUNS FIRING)

D:
Oh!

Come on!

Yeah, I see a single gun,

I kill every one
of you motherfuckers.

Man, get the guns!

Yeah.

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

Oh, shit!

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

Man...

They're gonna run
the tags on the car.

We gotta get out of town.

You comin' or not?

Fuck you.

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

(POLICE HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

Sarah!

Sarah!

(KNOCKING)

(PANTING)

Oh my God,
what happened to you?

We need to get out
of this city, right now.

What did you do?

Pack up some things.

We'll go somewhere
far away

where nobody knows us.

What are you talking about?

There's my family,
the store.

I can't just leave.

But it's what
we promised.

No, it's not.

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

Are the police
looking for you?

You're asking me to throw
my whole life away, James.

I won't do that.

You're the
only thing...

I have left.

I'm sorry.

♪ I been ridin'

♪ To my favourite timin'

♪ It's too bad your timin'

♪ It just never came

♪ Well, I don't know
how else to say ♪

♪ In a different way

♪ But why don't you

♪ Just

♪ Fade away

♪ 'Cause there's
a battle goin' on ♪

♪ Down South of Babylon

♪ So why don't you
just fade away ♪

WOMAN: Lieutenant Falton,
thank you for your patience.

Of course, ma'am.

(THROAT CLEARING)

WOMAN:
James Burns, 18 years old,

originally arrested
four years ago

for selling of firearms,
drug possession

and illegal
possession of a firearm.

Do you know the inmate
we're talking about?

LT. FALTON:
Yes.

WOMAN: How long has he
been housed with you?

LT. FALTON:
Four months.

WOMAN: And you oversee the
level five portion of the jail

where Mr. Burns was assigned

because of his history of
institutional violence, correct?

Yes, ma'am, I do.

WOMAN: Three months ago,
the prisoner was involved

in an altercation
in the shower room

where another inmate
was stabbed

with a homemade weapon.

Well, well, well,
there was some other--

WOMAN:
Yes, I know, please.

Yes.

And the prisoner who was injured
had no record of violence

up until that point?

That is correct.

WOMAN: Two weeks ago,
Mr. Burns was involved

in an additional
altercation during roll call,

in which he severely injured
another inmate,

beating him with his fists,

and in the course
of that altercation,

he struck an officer?

Yes.

Lieutenant Falton, is there
something you'd like to add?

I'm sorry, excuse me?

WOMAN: Is there some other
fact or series of facts

that you'd like to privy
the committee's attention?

Lieutenant Falton...

No, ma'am.

Come on, man,
what the fuck?

JAMES:
Can't take the heat?

Get the fuck
out of the game!

Oh, for real,
that's how you think--

Yeah, that's how
I'm gonna play.

What the hell
is wrong with you?

Yo, get off my back,
Conrad.

Yeah, let me beat
the shit out this white boy.

This is what I'm gonna use to
dig your eyes out of your skull

and feed 'em to your homeboys.

Now get the fuck
outta here.

What's wrong with you?

Don't you have a hearing
tomorrow morning?

They're gonna
revocate me anyway.

There's nothing I can do.

No, son, I've seen
stranger things happen.

I've seen convicts who wore
suits to walk be revocated.

I've seen convicts
who ain't got no business

outside that gate
get released.

The people on that panel
are just that.

They're people.

And all you gotta do
is convince one.

Yeah.

I still got my pride.

Oh, man, fuck that.

I bet you think
you being brave, huh?

Stoic.

You're not.

You're letting yourself
become a statistic.

Yeah?

It's easy for you
to say... lifer.

Huh, motherfucker, huh?

Who the fuck you talkin' to?

You think I won't break your
motherfuckin' neck right now?

I'd give every limb I got for
1% chance at a real life.

Or a whisper of hope
to take a shit in privacy, huh.

Now, if you wanna take the pass,
you go ahead and take it,

you done this shit before,
motherfucker.

But don't you dare pretend
that that shit is courage.

Don't you dare.

That's some weak-ass,
fake-ass,

And you keep playing
pussy around here,

you gonna get fucked.

You got some
pretty ass eyes, bitch.

WOMAN: Before this committee
renders its decision,

is there anything that
the inmate would like to say?

Not too long ago...

I saw an inmate kill himself.

He was my friend.

But I wasn't his,
you know?

And maybe I could've helped,
I don't know.

But I'm gonna have to live with
that for the rest of my life.

And I don't think I've let
the people in my life down

by making
the wrong choices.

I think I let them down
by convincing myself...

I never had a choice
to begin with.

You're not the first committee
to sit at a table

and tell me...

I deserve to be
an outcast.

And maybe you're not the last.

But for the rest of my life...

people will look at me
and know I was here.

They'll question
my integrity...

and say I'm a monster.

But this...

right here...

it's different.

It's different because
for the first time in my life...

I don't believe you.

Everything you've got
written there...

I did it.

And most of it I regret.

But...

No.

I don't have an excuse.

I don't have an explanation.

And if that means I need to
spend four to six more years

before I get
another chance...

fine.

I'm gonna have to
live with that too.

But I will get another chance.

And when I do...

I'm gonna fuckin' own it.

That's all.

This is it.

If I see you again...

I'mma kill you.

♪ When you're so long gone

♪ you can't help yourself

You can change over there.

♪ When you're so dead wrong

♪ Let alone no one else

♪ Well, the children still
dying in the street ♪

♪ And babies still
living with disease ♪

♪ And the cops got guns
and poor folks got sons ♪

♪ That work for
Mr. Franklin every week ♪

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

♪ And if you come lookin'
for hard times ♪

POLICE OFFICER: Hands!
Let me see your hands!

♪ Hard times
ain't hard to find ♪

POLICE OFFICER:
Get on the ground, now!

Now!

♪ 'Cause we're given
that lifeline ♪

♪ Only once in a lifetime

♪ Baby, we was born

♪ Baby, we were born

♪ To be sure, to endure

♪ When the storm comes

♪ Got them sad eyes

♪ Got them cat eyes

♪ Got your angels tired

♪ From saving your life

♪ So you would be best

♪ To contain yourself

♪ Before you end up killed

♪ Get his bare feet

♪ Touching her bare feet

♪ The air breathes sweet

♪ At the mountains peak

♪ And I forgot

♪ What the wise man said

♪ About that ancient thread

♪ And if you've come
looking for hard times ♪

♪ Hard times
ain't hard to find ♪

♪ Cause we

Mom.

♪ Given that lifeline

♪ Only once in a lifetime

♪ Baby, we was born

♪ Maybe we were born

♪ To be sure to adore

♪ When storm comes

♪ Baby, we was born

♪ Maybe we were born

Oh, yeah. Um...

I wanted to give you
a head start.

Thank you.

Want some chicken?

(KNOCKING)

Oh, shit.

Get the fuck outta here.

Come here, boy.

Welcome home.

How you doing?

Come on, man,
what's a guy like you

doing working
in the dump like this?

JAMES:
Just trying to stay afloat.

You know it's tough to get a
good job with a felony rap.

VIC:
Yeah.

But it makes me sad.

Listen, I got few things
going for me right now.

And I can always use
good people like you.

You say the words,
I'll put you on deck.

Have you driving
a new fuckin' car

by the end of the week.

No.

I'm trying to
fly straight this time.

Do things right.

Oh, okay.

Can't help a man out that
doesn't wanna be helped.

Good luck at finding things
you want outta life

at $7.50 an hour.

Holla at me when you
wanna get serious.

♪ People give
them distractions ♪

♪ Robbed and maimed
a soul ♪

♪ Pain of success

(PARTY CHATTERING)

♪ Ya head

♪ Now just a spit of butter
figure way to move it ♪

(KNOCKING)

Who the hell are you?

I'm James.

I was just wondering if
Sarah's around.

I wanted to talk to her.

She doesn't
live here anymore.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

JAMES:
You got engaged.

Yeah.

Jake's at work.

What does he do?

Uh, he's a
garbage collector.

He's a good man.

You're happy.

Yeah.

I'm sorry
I didn't visit.

You did the right thing.

You moved on.

Was it horrible?

JAMES:
Came through all right.

The trick is to find
something that you love...

and hold onto that...

James.

JAMES:
I wrote poetry.

Everywhere I go in this city

I feel like there's something

trying to pull me back

into my old life.

It's harder than
I thought it'd be.

And I need to get out.

Where will you go?

Far from here.

Start over.

New York.

I dunno.

I can't afford
New York, but...

James?

Yeah?

SARAH:
Tell me a poem.

Please?

Okay.

In my mind, there's a boy
who exists in chains.

Inside a cold, dark room
of painful solitude

is where he will remain.

Behind these walls
the sorrow is inevitable,

as relentless as
the passage of time.

Mentalities corrupt and dark,

brainwashed,

and hopelessly
blind.

Prisons are packed
with crowded spaces,

lifers and guards with
hollow faces.

Shackled hearts
afraid of changes,

and weakened wills
become complacent.

Yet, I maintain with patience,

time can limit
but not shatter my will,

strength blazed across my chest

as solid as
penitentiary steel.

But the silence speaks,

it tells me all I need to hear,

it confirms my beliefs and its
promises I have to fear.

It reminds me that without
freedom, I'm alone.

And these whitewashed walls
don't make up

for blackened souls.

I've given 95% of my boys
a handshake than a pound,

before they were either locked
down or buried off

in cemetery grounds.

What I've done is who I am,
but who I am is what I do now.

I won't let up or cease
to fight.

Just time,
I plan on doing it right.

And what's right
lies within me.

I'm learning to
appreciate my struggle

for it would be hard to find

the joy of accomplishment
without it.

We live and we learn.

We rise and we fall.

Like the heartbeat
of a sleeping giant,

with bittersweet dreams.

Stay up, never down.

♪ Well, she won't give in

♪ She won't crack a smile
or a grin ♪

♪ Well, she won't give in

♪ But she sure is different

♪ Well, it's written
in red all in her eyes ♪

♪ There's no disguise

♪ Well, she lost
so much in Tivoli ♪

♪ Together we could go home

♪ Where they ain't
no more pain ♪

♪ Here we could fly

♪ Where there's time
for you and I ♪

♪ Together we can walk
to the river ♪

♪ Stand with the families

♪ Pull to sounds
of the band from Atlantis ♪

♪ One lovely day,
one lovely day ♪

♪ One lovely day,
one lovely day ♪

♪ Well, she wanted all

♪ The feelings they got
so strong ♪

♪ Well, she wanted all

♪ Then I'm never gonna
leave her alone ♪

♪ Well, it's written
in red all in her eyes ♪

♪ There's no disguise

♪ Well she lost
so much in Tivoli ♪

♪ Together we could go

♪ Where they ain't
no more pain ♪

♪ Together we could fly

♪ Where there's time
for you and I ♪

♪ Together we can walk
to the river ♪

♪ Stand with the families

♪ Pull to sounds of
the band from Atlantis ♪

♪ One lovely day,
one lovely day ♪

♪ One lovely

♪ Day

♪ Uh!

♪ Is this the first day
of the rest of my life or ♪

♪ What's the sort of deal,
what's to fight for ♪

♪ I wrote about
every sight sore ♪

♪ So I need a reason
to write more ♪

♪ My pen, I feel I should just
put it down ♪

♪ And quit music regardless
of how good it sounds ♪

♪ Just concentrate
on my nine to five ♪

♪ Finally get that promotion

♪ Uh!

♪ No more begging people
to post my songs ♪

♪ Just to have these so-called
critics exposed ♪

♪ My rooms and ignore
my fright ♪

♪ Sickness they can't
see my vision ♪

♪ They got poor eyesight

♪ Well, maybe I do

♪ Either way I'm proud

♪ That I even had a
fan to say goodbye to ♪

♪ Most of them
never even have debt ♪

♪ I was not supposed
to even have rent ♪

♪ But I can support it

♪ Oh the stars,
on me ♪

♪ Still nobody knows my name

♪ What it would be

♪ If life were the same

♪ As that day

♪ My dreams
had prayed for ♪

♪ What it can be

♪ Is this the first day
of the rest of my career ♪

♪ Or is it just the last breath
that I can share ♪

♪ Uh, I wrote about
every dream ♪

♪ Every minute of my life

♪ Every chapter, every scene

♪ Auditioning for the lead

♪ Memorized every page

♪ But ended up in the audience

♪ Staring up at the stage

♪ Wishing it was me,
reciting all those lines ♪

♪ With the audience captivated,
listening to me ♪

♪ But, uh

♪ This audience
is full of actors, well ♪

♪ Wanna be actors,
they can't act as well ♪

♪ To all them that stays,
the seats are empty ♪

♪ Where's all the hip hop fans,
they're all MCs ♪

♪ So even if I'm better
than the rest ♪

♪ We're all in the
competition ♪

♪ So who's there to impress

♪ A crowd full of performers
lining up in front of me ♪

♪ Open mic signing up
in front of me ♪

♪ Because they wanna be

♪ Stars, on me

♪ Still nobody

♪ Knows my name

♪ What it would be

♪ If life were the same

♪ As that day

♪ My dreams had
prayed for ♪

♪ What it can be

♪ Stars, on me

♪ Still nobody knows

♪ My name

♪ What it can be

♪ If life were the same

♪ As that day

♪ My dreams had
prayed for ♪

♪ What it can be