Brother (2022) Movie Script
1
(low rumbling)
(cicadas buzzing)
(low rumbling)
(sombre music)
(cicadas buzzing)
- Let's climb.
- This game will kill us,
Francis.
- You hear the electric buzz
louder the higher you get.
Your teeth will shiver.
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But if you make it to the top...
Bro, you're good.
(chuckles)
It's a great view, you know?
(electric humming)
Footstep on the wrong line...
Touch your hand
on the wrong metal
while you're brushing
against another...
...you'll burn to a crisp.
You want to go out like that?
Then when you climb, go careful.
You watch me.
Follow my every move.
Think on every step
before you take it.
Put it to memory,
remember that the whole way up.
And if you can't use
your memory right...
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You lose.
(cicadas buzzing)
(foreboding music)
(electric humming)
(loud electric buzzing)
(thunder rumbles)
(birds cawing)
(brakes screeching)
(brakes hiss)
(birds cawing)
- Well, you're not dressed
for the weather.
- No, that's cool.
Just a short way.
You look good, Aisha.
(sighs)
(birds cawing)
(indistinct street chatter)
(dog barking in the distance)
Watch your step.
(indistinct voice on television)
(soft music)
Won't be sleeping in the same
bed, of course.
I'll be using the living room
couch.
Uh... I got you extra towels
and sheets and stuff.
- Um, your mom doesn't speak
anymore?
- No, she speaks.
She's quiet, sometimes.
Especially at night.
- Uh...
I'm... I'm so sorry.
I really shouldn't have
come here.
This is... This is an intrusion.
(sombre music)
(sighs)
I still think of Francis.
(inhales)
Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s'oublier
Qui s'enfuit dj
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
coups de pourquoi
Le coeur du bonheur
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
- Francis, Michael, get in here,
I'm leaving!
I'll set out your dinner.
Callaloo rice and stewed
chicken.
Francis, help your brother
with his homework.
No answering the door.
No turning on the oven
or the stovetop
at any time, you hear me,
Francis?
Strap your backside red
if I come back and find you
or your brother hurt.
Absolutely no TV after eight.
I'll call at nine to say
good night.
I'm back at 6AM.
I have to go. They're paying me
time and a half.
(door creaks open, shuts)
(sighs)
(soft music)
- Come on.
- Okay, love you.
- Hm-hmm.
- Love you.
- Alright.
(door shuts)
(crickets chirping)
(brakes screeching)
(horn honks)
(indistinct chatter)
- What's up, Francis?
(indistinct chatter)
(soft music)
(laughing)
(school bell rings)
(machines whirring)
- Just drops slightly
in the way.
(indistinct chatter)
And the reason is to make
you feel as though
something isn't right,
something's off.
- Spaz!
Michael, come here.
Come here.
(rhythmic music in headphones)
Who do you listen to?
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Yo, what the fuck is this shit,
man?
- Give me--
- Yo, the man's listening to
some white boy shit, bro.
- Yo!
The fuck.
- Respect, Francis.
- No bro, don't touch him again,
you hear me?
- Yeah, man.
It's cool.
- Psst. I'll see you at home.
- Alright.
(plane wooshing by)
(bell dings)
(panting)
(indistinct voice on radio)
- Come on, Aisha.
(bell dings)
(cash register beeps)
(soft music)
(fan rattling)
(sighs)
(cars whooshing by)
(laughing)
- That's my gift to you.
(chuckles)
Hey, take your time.
(chuckles)
- Thanks, man.
- You're welcome.
Hey, don't make anybody
disrespect you. Okay?
And don't make any enemies.
- Your friends are assholes.
- Yeah, okay. You don't get it.
You know I'm thinking about
quitting school?
Guidance counsellors just
stream us all in the shop class
anyhow.
I ain't gonna be no carpenter.
- But you graduate in
three months.
You know Mom would kill you.
What would you do?
- I don't know.
Maybe get into music, you know?
Anyway, I'm just thinking
about it.
(cars whooshing by)
(indistinct chatter)
(sighs)
- Hey, can...
May I sit here?
(whispering): Yeah.
(clears throat)
(sighs)
(clears throat)
(sighs)
Hey in there.
- Hey, uh, sorry, just...
This book is really cool.
- Yeah. Oedipus Rex is
my favourite.
Oedipus killed his father
and then screwed his mother.
(chuckles)
Where are you from?
(stutters)
- What?
- Where are your people from?
My dad is from Jamaica
and my mom was Portuguese.
- My mom is Jamaican
and I don't know what my dad is.
- Why don't you know?
- My mom doesn't really talk
about him that much.
- Oh.
- Uh, where is... Was your mom?
- She died when I was a baby.
My dad raised me.
She came here as a nanny
and he was a gardener.
They worked for the same family
in Rosedale.
I'm a child of the help.
(chuckles)
I know your brother, Francis.
Everyone knows him.
- Yeah.
- All the girls
in the neighbourhood,
they talk about him
all the time.
- Hm-hmm.
- I'm Aisha.
- I know.
Michael.
My name's Michael.
- Hello, Michael.
- Hi, Aisha.
(chuckling)
(electric humming)
(screaming in the distance)
- I didn't do anything!
- Where you running to, man?
Huh? You bitch ass motherfucker!
(fists landing, groaning)
- What you looking at?
- Get him!
- There! Fuck yeah!
(groaning, chuckling)
(coughing, moaning in pain)
- Give me that.
(panicked yelping)
- Oh, yeah!
(groans)
(chuckling)
(panting)
- Stay out of my fucking
neighbourhood, you heard?
Bitch ass nigga!
- That's what you get!
- What's up, Michael?
(sombre music)
(sobbing)
- Yo.
Yo, yo.
You alright?
(sobbing)
(laughing)
(laughing maniacally)
(TV): Another robbery
in Scarborough today...
- When's Ma coming back
home again?
- In the morning.
Stop being such a baby.
(TV): Scarborough police
are presently searching
for two Black men they believe
to be armed and dangerous
following a convenient store
robbery that left one man dead.
Just as a warning,
what you are about to see
may be disturbing
to some of our viewers.
(sinister music)
(no audio)
If you have any information
on either of these men,
please call the police hotline.
- Meanwhile, in Newmarket,
police are still looking
for any information...
(indistinct voice on TV)
(soft music)
(thumping)
(worrying music)
(thumping at door)
(doorknob rattling)
- Boys! Francis.
- Michael was scared, Mommy.
- Well I'm here now,
sorry for taking so long.
(R&B music on radio)
- I made it sweet this time,
Mama.
(children chattering,
screaming outside)
- Thank you, Francis.
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Thank you, Francis.
- Yeah.
Here's your towel.
You want me to make you
some tea, Mom?
- No, no, thank you baby.
It's too warm for English tea.
- Okay.
- Where are you going?
I'm making dinner
for you and your brother.
- Just going to meet
some friends.
- Which "friends"?
I don't want you running
the street with no hooligans,
you hear me, Francis?
(sighs)
- My brethren ain't no
hooligans, Mom.
- Where you learn to talk
like that?
- "Ain't no hooligans."
Not in this house.
I taught you to speak
the Queen's English better
than that.
- Alright, I'll come home
for dinner.
- Take your brother with you.
- Why?
I'm not taking him.
- I don't need to go out, Mom.
(sombre music)
(sirens echoing)
(Bam Bam by Sister Nancy)
(indistinct chatter)
- We're chasing him
and chasing him.
You know, we put some fluid
on him
and the next thing you know,
we just out of there.
You know why? Cause we had
to make an example out of him,
you know?
At the end of the day, we
weren't gonna lit that nigga up!
Oh, Francis.
(indistinct chatter)
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(chuckles)
What's up?
- Hot gal walking! Hm-hmm!
- Hey!
(chuckles)
What's up?
You know Joe?
- Bless.
(laughing)
- I see you, I see you!
- Bro?
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(soft music)
(muffled rapping)
(indistinct voice on TV)
- Alright, moving on
to Francis's spice rack.
You know what's the difference
here, Francis?
- No.
- Your shelves are crooked.
(chuckles)
- What?
They look straight to me.
- Did you use a level
before you put them on?
- Yeah.
- You're not gonna last long
on the job
when you get out into
the real world
if you don't double
and triple check your work!
Do better, Francis, come on.
- Fuck you, fuck this. I quit.
- What did you say?
- Fuck you, fuck this.
(sombre music)
(machines whirring)
(indistinct intercom)
- Wow.
- My mom's working till seven.
And my brother doesn't get home
for another little while.
- Are these yours?
- No, those are my brother's.
He wants to be a producer
like Dre.
(chuckles)
He's not having the best
of luck yet.
- Well, he has very eclectic
taste.
I see LL Cool J, Nina Simone,
Talking Heads...
Anne Murray?
(chuckles)
- Yeah, he got that
from our mom's.
Yeah, she thinks
Anne Murray is dope.
- Come sit with me.
- Okay.
(indistinct chatter)
- You alright, Goose?
- Hey, Francis.
- I got it.
(sighs)
Alright, so...
Alright, there you go.
Give me a high-five.
(jokingly exclaims in pain)
(soft music on radio)
- What are you...
What are you doing home?
- I live here, remember?
- Oh, this is Aisha.
- Yeah, I know Aisha.
What's up?
- Chilling.
(chuckles)
- Yeah, we did...
grade 9 English together.
Smartest girl in the school.
- I don't know about that.
- Well...
- Um, I really like
your taste in music.
- Thank you. I see you
feeling... Eric B. and Rakim.
- Yes. Rakim is the best
lyricist ever.
- That's right.
- I hold the microphone
like a grudge...
(both): ...B'll hold the record
so the needle don't budge.
I ain't no joke!
(laughing)
I like you. You know your shit.
For real.
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- Uh...
I should get going.
I will see you later?
- Yeah. Yeah, tomorrow.
Library.
- Okay.
See you.
- Alright.
Yo, is... Is Mom home yet?
- No, she won't be home
till seven.
- Alright.
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(door unlocks)
(door shuts)
(bedroom door shuts)
(sighs)
(crickets chirping)
(sombre music)
(maniacal laughter echoing)
- You know those guys?
- Nah, not from around here.
Maybe Flemingdon.
Probably looking for somebody.
(plane roaring above)
I'm going away.
- What?
When?
- Soon.
Couple weeks, just working
on the details.
- But what about Mom?
- I'll tell her soon.
She'll be alright.
She'll understand. Bro.
- But--
- She'll be fine.
One less mouth to feed,
you know?
- She relies on you.
- Come on, Michael.
I'm not gonna abandon her.
I'll send her money.
And... she's strong, you know?
She survived things
we don't even know about.
We both take care of her.
I have to go.
(sentimental music)
Come on, let's go.
(sighs)
(crickets chirping)
(indistinct chatter)
- Shut the fuck up, man!
- Fuck you!
(indistinct agitated chatter)
(sombre music)
- Back up, back up.
(indistinct taunting)
- What you waiting for?
(dog barking)
- I told you, stay the fuck out
of my neighbourhood.
Don't fucking misinterpret...
(dog barking)
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(gunshot)
- Yeah, run!
(groans)
(dog barking)
My block!
- Francis!
Francis, Francis!
No, let's go!
(dog barking)
(dramatic music)
(gasps)
(sizzling)
- I'm making you breakfast.
- No, it's alright, Mom.
You don't have to.
Got to go to work soon.
- Oh...
- It's okay. It's okay.
Hey, come, sit down.
I'll make you breakfast.
- I can't sit,
I'll set the table.
- Okay.
I'll be right back.
(knocking)
Aisha?
- That girl.
In your bed.
- She's just a friend, Mom.
Aisha.
She was a neighbour, remember?
She used to live at Unity
with her father.
She was smart in school.
- Yes. The scholarship girl.
What's she doing now?
- Not too sure.
- Her jeans are very tight.
- Not that tight, Mama.
Look.
Her father,
he died not too long ago.
- Oh.
- I invited her to spend
some time here.
- In your bed.
- She's here for
the neighbourhood.
To see and remember.
- So...
How long is she going
to be here?
- I don't know, Mom.
She's just here to grieve.
(sighs)
- Poor thing.
(water running)
F-R-A-N-C-I-S.
Francis.
F-R-A-N...
C-I-S.
Please, help me reach him.
His birthday is at midnight.
- Ma'am, I need to know
which city you want.
- Mom.
- Hello? Are you there?
Who are you trying to reach?
- I understand.
I know he's not...
(sharp inhale)
(sniffs)
(soft music)
(indistinct voice on TV)
- I'll see you soon, okay?
- Sleep now, okay?
(sirens passing by)
(indistinct chatter outside)
(laughing)
(sirens)
(man outside): Come back!
Where are you going?
- Michael is afraid.
- Come here.
What's he afraid of?
- I don't know.
Maybe it's the Black murderers.
- The who?
- The Black men in the TV.
- The criminals, Francis.
The criminals will be caught by
the police and punished.
They'll not be here,
we're very safe.
- He doesn't believe
we're very safe.
- We are safe, son.
- No, we're not safe.
- We are safe, Francis.
Come here.
(soft music)
How about tomorrow,
we go for a picnic
in the Rouge Valley?
(birds chirping)
(soft music)
(birds chirping)
(machine whirring)
(indistinct intercom)
(siren)
(creaking)
- Aisha?
(siren echoing)
(siren)
- On the fucking ground, now!
- Michael, put your hands
behind your head!
(policeman screaming)
Look at me!
Put your hands behind your head!
- Your fucking hands!
- Fucking do it.
(groaning)
(panting)
- Francis--
- Shut up!
- Francis...
- I just told you to shut
the fuck up.
(panting)
(siren)
(indistinct radio chatter)
- Let's go.
(indistinct chatter)
(indistinct radio chatter)
- That's my mom.
- Alright.
(car door shuts)
- Are you their mother?
- Hm-hmm.
- Your boys were witness
to a shooting altercation.
They're not under investigation.
- Was anyone hurt, officer?
- A young man was killed and
a little girl was hit
when a bullet went through
the walls of her unit
while she was sleeping.
- A girl?
A sleeping child?
- Yeah.
- Is she dead?
- It's under investigation.
Good night.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(crickets chirping)
- You will tell me everything.
Did you hear what I said?
You will tell me everything!
Francis!
Did you know any of
those people that were shot?
You hear me asking you
a question?
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
- Nowhere.
- I ask you a question!
Where are you going?
- Nowhere.
- You're going to tell me
where you're going!
- Let go!
- Tell me where you're going!
- Francis!
(thump)
- Sorry.
(sirens outside)
(door opens)
(indistinct)
(door shuts)
(panting)
- Michael. Leave me alone.
Leave me alone.
(panting)
(soft music)
(sighs)
(bus approaching)
- Yes, can I help you?
- Is Aisha home?
- What do you want
with my daughter?
- It's okay.
- Where are you going
with this boy?
- I'll be back soon, okay?
(cicadas buzzing)
(siren whooping)
- Really? Three?
- The cops haven't caught
the guys yet.
Still out there.
- You know where Francis went?
- He's probably at Desirea's.
- You should go visit him.
- I haven't been there in...
He hasn't invited me, so...
- It was Goose.
The little girl who got shot.
- Little Goose?
The one who rides around
in the park on a blue bike?
- Yeah.
They're saying she's stable now.
They're calling her lucky.
I have to go.
(sighs)
(sighs)
(siren whooping)
(sighs)
(sombre music)
(crickets chirping)
- Your father was
so proud of you.
Tell every West Indian in
the world about his daughter's
writing scholarship.
(chuckles)
- Aisha's a computer programmer
now, Mom.
- Well, I'm a vagabond
programmer.
In the last three months I have
worked in Manilla, Austin,
Kampala...
- Kampala?
- Yeah.
That's where I was when
Dad called.
- Hmm. I'm so sorry, dear.
(soft music on radio)
- When Dad passed, I called
Michael and he said,
"Please visit,
come home to the Park."
So I did.
You know, a year ago,
I visited the village
where my dad was born.
And that's the same village
where you were born.
(chuckles)
- Yeah, I saw the cane fields,
now wild and a statue
of Nanny of the Maroons.
(chuckles)
Yeah! You remember it.
Right, Ruth?
- Hmm...
- I've been thinking a lot
about that place
since Dad died.
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- Tell me more about Kampala.
(echoing soft music)
- Who's that?
- Our dad, I think.
- Where is he?
- I don't know. Somewhere.
Mama said he was studying
to be a man,
but the bitch dropped out.
(soft music)
(laughing)
(indistinct whispering)
(sighs)
- What were you two
laughing about?
- Oh, just our secret.
Hey, um...
So, I've been wondering.
Can I plan a get-together?
You know, just a gathering,
really, with food and music
and maybe a few words spoken
about the people we've lost.
- Yeah, I don't... I don't know.
My mother doesn't want
a whole bunch of strangers
in our living room.
- Strangers? It wouldn't be
a bunch of strangers, Michael.
Just people trying to make
sense of things.
- Just let them make sense
of things somewhere else.
Alright? I'm sorry.
Won't work.
- Well, you know, this would be
good for your mother.
And it would be good
for you too.
- We're fine.
Don't tell me what's good
for us, Aisha.
- You know your mom is not well,
right?
- She's good.
- Earlier, when you were
at work,
I watched her cross the avenue
without even looking.
I had to shout for her to turn
and wait.
- She's getting old.
- No.
It has nothing to do with age.
Michael, you know that.
It's been 10 years.
She still can't accept it.
She's stuck.
- She's been doing fine lately.
I don't want to complicate
things for her.
No gathering.
(cicadas buzzing)
(electric humming)
(thunder rumbling)
(knocking at door)
Hey, Goose.
- Your mother. I saw her going
down into the valley.
She's not wearing shoes.
(soft music)
- Mom.
Hey, come. Come on, put on
some shoes.
You okay?
(indistinct radio chatter)
(fly buzzing)
(radio): Temperatures are rising
again in Southern Ontario,
with highs in the next few days
reaching up to 35 degrees.
As the hot, humid conditions
continue...
(indistinct)
(fan rattling)
(sighs)
(fly buzzing)
(high-pitched ringing)
(cheering on radio)
(door opens)
(indistinct sports commentary
on television)
(chuckles)
- Feeling alright on
this Saturday afternoon,
hope you feel alright
across the nation.
Today, we have a very
special show,
because we are going to deliver.
Right about now,
we're going to call upon
the man, DJ Dwayne, baby...
- Is this it?
(cheering on television)
(shuts off television)
- Is this what?
- Is this all you plan
on eating today?
- I'm not that hungry.
- What is that?
- It's tinfoil.
- I can see that it's tinfoil,
what's it doing there?
- Uh...
Well, I just put it up
to reflect the sun.
- Is that what I look like
to you?
Uh, like the kind of human who
put tinfoil up on our window?
Like the kind of human
who advertises tinfoil?!
To everybody passing
on the street.
- Well, it's not a bad idea.
I mean, other people do it.
- Oh!
And I'm other people?
Yet, you sit over there
and you look at your mother.
Your own mother and think
there she is,
my mother, other people!
(sighs)
You understand the sacrifice
I made for you two?
Eh?
(sighs)
(cicadas buzzing)
(sighs)
You hurt yourself?
- It's okay.
- You're touching your face.
- It's just mango juice.
(deep inhale)
- You smell that?
The dill.
(cicadas buzzing)
(Ring The Alarm
by Tenor Saw)
(indistinct chatter)
(hair clipper buzzing)
- You want to get Francis?
Isn't that his brother?
- Yeah?
(indistinct)
Yo! Francis! Yo.
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- Mom made you anything today?
You eat anything today?
- Yeah, I... I ate
a little something.
- I'm gonna get you
some groceries.
(sighs)
(rhythmic music)
You got the key?
- Yeah.
- Alright.
I'll see you.
Let's go.
- Whose car is this?
(rhythmic music on radio)
- Mine.
Legit.
- What, you bought it?
- Yeah, of course I bought it.
How else would I get it?
()
- Are you hungry?
- Yeah.
- What do you feel like?
- I don't know, whatever.
- Alright, I'll buy you dinner.
- Alright.
(light chuckle)
- You know, you gotta work
on things, man.
- Work on? What do you mean?
- Like, all sorts
of things, bro.
(sighs)
- Like?
- Okay, like...
Stepping into Desirea's
the way you did.
You know?
Like, always looking
so fucking unsure.
You gotta...
be cooler about things, man,
and not put everything out
on your face all the time.
You gotta carry yourself better,
think about your look,
don't matter how poor you are,
you can always...
turn up the edge of a collar
and style a bit, you know?
Little things like that.
There's always a way to show
the world you're not a nobody.
A nigga.
You never know when
your break is coming.
Okay?
Okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
- And I'll take you to see Dad.
- But we don't know our Dad.
- We don't have to know him,
he's our father.
- But we don't know
anything about him.
Even where he lives.
- I found out he's here
in Scarborough.
- How?
- I've been asking people.
- For how long?
You weren't gonna tell me?
- Okay, I'm telling you now.
- Where in Scarborough?
- In a low-rise called
the Oberlin.
It's like North of the highway.
- It's too far.
- We've got wheels now.
- No, we can't just show up,
Francis.
Okay? It's been too long.
- You see?
That's exactly what
I'm talking about.
Not trying stuff.
Not believing.
I'm not saying he's gonna
solve everything for us.
I'm not stupid.
(coins clanking)
I'm just saying we have a talk,
you know?
Why not give it a shot?
- I don't know, Francis.
- Tssk.
Come on, let's go.
(sighs)
(crickets chirping)
Would you relax?
You're freaking me out.
(thunder rumbling)
This is it, 195.
- Let's go, Francis.
- You're not curious?
What's up?
(ringing)
(woman): Hello?
- Sorry.
(clears throat)
(ringing)
(woman): Yeah? Who is this?
- Sorry, wrong number.
- You kids get out of here,
you hear me?
- Yeah, sorry.
(clears throat)
- You bitches lost?
(ringing)
(man): What?
- Hello?
- I don't want none,
whatever you're selling.
- No, I'm not selling anything.
It's just me.
It's me.
It's us.
Francis and Michael.
- You've got the wrong place.
(beeping)
(soft music)
(tires screeching)
(crickets chirping)
(knocking)
- Hey.
- Hey.
My dad's working security
tonight, overnight.
Come in.
- Alright.
(rhythmic music playing
on speakers)
- Do you think he was your dad?
- No.
I don't know.
And I don't care.
- You should ask your mom
about your dad.
Maybe she knows where he is.
- I can't upset her.
Not now.
(buttons click)
- Yo.
You good?
- Yeah, I'm good.
- You don't seem good.
(breathing heavily)
(soft music)
()
(keys jangling)
- Hey.
- What is he doing here?
- I didn't think
he'd actually show up.
I sent a message
to a friend and...
It wasn't even
a real invitation,
it was just more of a suggestion
that we all meet up.
- Momma don't need this
right now.
- I know, he just...
He just showed up
while you were out and...
Your mom let him in.
They've been talking.
(sighs)
- This is not a good idea,
Aisha.
I don't want my mom disturbed
and confused, she's fragile.
- I know. It's only
going to be temporary.
You know, your mom is the one
who suggested
the mattress, and...
You know, there's room.
And he doesn't really have
anywhere else to go.
(sighs)
- Yo.
- Um...
What's up?
- What's up?
- You good, Michael?
(indistinct muttering)
- Is that bodi?
- Uh no, just string beans,
I couldn't find the bodi.
- We're gonna be ready to eat
in a few minutes.
-That right, Jelly?
- Yep.
(sizzling)
(clears throat)
(coughing)
Maybe we should open the door
a bit?
It must be the scotch burning...
- No. It's okay.
(coughs)
I've got to leave soon anyways.
- Uh...
(coughing)
(coughs)
()
(laughing)
(indistinct chatter)
- Yo, hold up, hold up.
Hey, you recognize these guys?
- We should leave.
(chuckling)
- Fuck that.
Nobody enters my shelter.
- What's up, bitch?
Bitch?
(guys chuckling)
Hey?
Hey, just...
(chuckling)
- What a little bitch.
- What's up?
- What's up?
What's up?
This motherfucking sodomite
tells me.
- Hey, fuck off.
- What did you say to him?
- What?
(tense music)
You like that?
- Hey.
Look, I'm sorry. Alright?
Just...
Just relax.
Just relax.
- Yo.
What the fuck?
()
(grunting)
You...
What the fuck?
Fucking crazy.
- Yo.
Francis?
Francis!
(rhythmic music playing
on speakers)
(lively chatter)
- Michael. Hey,
I can explain, okay?
It's... it's fine.
Michael. Michael!
- Hey!
- I'm so sorry.
Michael, please!
Okay, Michael please,
just let me explain.
- Michael, hey.
(indistinct)
Michael?
(clattering)
Michael! We were listening
to music, we were talking!
- I warned you about strangers.
- These are just my friends,
Michael.
They know the story and just
want to pay their respect.
- I don't want
their fucking respect.
I want them out of
my fucking house.
- Michael, stop it!
- I want everybody out!
Get out! Now!
Get out of my house!
Get the fuck out!
- What's wrong with you?
- Come on!
(indistinct whispering)
- I'll take care of this.
- I'm sorry, thank you so much
for coming.
()
(music stops)
(heavy breathing)
(soft music plays)
Now I know we have
great respect
For the sister and mother
It's even better yet
But there's the joker
in the street
Loving one brother
and killing the other
When the time comes
and we are really free
There'll be no brothers
left you see
We people who are
darker than blue
Don't let us hang
around this town
And let what others say
come true
We're just good for nothing
they all figure
A boyish grown up
shiftless jigger
Now we can't hardly
stand for that
Or is that really
where it's at
(door opens)
(sighs)
- Do you know this place?
The statue of this woman.
- No.
- This is Nanny of the Maroons.
I didn't know anything about her
until I went to Jamaica.
She led a guerilla war
against her colonial masters.
A fierce woman.
An outlaw.
My dad lived just a short walk
from that statue
but he never told me
anything about her.
He told me so little
of his past.
He never explained to me
why he worked his whole life
as a gardener
and then as a security guard.
And even his cancer
was something that I had
to learn way too late
from a nurse.
(sighs)
How our immigrant parents
cleaned toilets,
took care of other people's
fucking kids,
took shit all day,
struggled with rent,
were chronically tired,
all for us.
- I remember Mom talking
about my father a few times.
The first time was
around Christmas.
The one before Francis died.
- You didn't leave
any for yourself?
- Oh, I'm not even hungry.
Eat up.
I wanna talk about Christmas.
It's gonna be a little quiet
this year.
Nice meal but no gifts.
It's the economy.
I'll get a new job
in the new year,
hopefully with some overtime.
(She hums.)
Grow up, Francis, be a man.
Don't be a bitch
like your father.
- Look, I'm...
I'm sorry I got angry, I get
what you were trying to do.
I should've warned you that
we have to go slow with my Mom.
It's not easy for her.
(dancing music playing
on speakers)
- Yo, welcome, welcome!
(chuckles)
Come on in, pretty thing.
- Thank you.
- ID, please.
- Fuck off, Dru.
- Oh, yeah? Better watch
your fucking language.
(chuckling)
- Yo!
(exclaiming)
- What's up, little brother,
you good?
- Yeah, I'm good.
Do you remember Aisha?
- I remember Aisha.
Hey, do I know your pops?
- My dad?
- Yeah, he's got
good music tastes.
And not a half bad singing
voice either.
- How would you possibly
know that?
- Listen, I just know things.
I know everything that happens
in the Waldorf!
- Okay.
- Hey, welcome to Desirea's.
(chuckling)
- What's this?
- Oh, you didn't know?
They're doing auditions.
You could get a record deal.
Jelly's gonna audition.
It's time to take the stage,
shine, represent.
I'm his producer.
- Alright, alright.
(rhythmic music)
(cheering)
(air horns honking)
(indistinct exclaiming)
(indistinct chanting)
- Who are you?
()
(chuckling)
(I Know You Got Soul
by Eric B. & Rakim)
()
(laughing)
(soft rhythmic music)
(knocking)
- Open the door!
- Oh, shit.
- Third time this week
since Anton got killed.
(indistinct radio chatter)
- Okay, whoa, whoa, what seems
to be the problem, officer?
- Conrad's Bar was robbed at
gunpoint four blocks from here.
Two Black subjects were last
seen running down Warrens Ave.
Anyone here seen anything?
- We haven't seen anything,
officers.
- Alright, everyone stand up
against the counter
and keep your hands where we can
see them, empty your pockets.
Let's go, let's go.
- You too, genius.
- Yo, don't touch him!
- Excuse-me?
(sigh)
Okay, search them.
(heavy breathing)
(tense music)
Okay, alright, alright, enough.
Let's go, come on.
Thank you very much,
ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you for your time.
- Thank you, officer.
(cicadas buzzing)
(electric humming)
- Whoa...
- Good?
- Yeah, yeah.
I'm good. Just keep going.
- Alright.
I'll see you at the top,
baby brother.
(electric humming)
- Whoo!
(chuckling)
- Let's go!
You okay?
- I'm good.
- You ready?
- Born ready, baby.
Born ready, baby! Whoo!
(exclaiming)
- What's up?
(overlapping chatter)
- Is it time to go in yet?
- Soon.
- So we're ready now?
- Relax, you'll get your turn.
- Hey, you're next.
They're good to go in.
- Okay, superstars,
you're in next.
- Yeah?
- You're going in.
- Yeah?
- Yeah!
- Scarborough in the house!
(exclaiming)
- Gentlemen, whenever
you're ready.
Let's see what you've got.
(rhythmic music)
- Come on Jelly,
you got this, baby.
Show them where you from,
baby, let's go!
()
()
I ain't no joke
I ain't no joke
I ain't no joke
Too Black
Too strong
(light applause)
- Alright man,
that was pretty dope.
That was off the chain.
Like you're finally waking
my ass up.
Can't say the same
for my partner here,
but I like the way you
was cutting up
them ones and twos, man.
Good record sources you got,
you've got some real talent.
Anyway, keep the peace.
And stay in school, man.
Thank you.
Next!
- Wanna hear some more
from him or...?
- We're good, man.
No, thank you.
- You know, he could do another
set really quick. You know?
- No, thank you.
We've got another group waiting.
- Um, so, you'll let us know
if we win, right?
- Yeah kid, we'll uh,
definitely call you.
Okay.
So...
That means the audition's over,
and you guys have to get
the fuck out of here.
- Alright, hey, Francis,
come on. Let's go.
(city hubbub)
You did really good, Jelly.
- Yeah, yeah man, for sure.
Listen uh, we're still gonna
celebrate, alright?
I'm gonna meet you out back
at Desirea's, cool?
Want me to take that?
- Yeah.
- Got you, brother.
- Appreciate you.
- I have to go home
and I'm gonna get
a ride back with Dru.
But I'll see you tomorrow, okay?
- Francis, you good, bro?
Hey, Scarborough, man.
See you, alright?
- Yo, their set up was
fucked up, man.
Turn tables were too high.
They didn't give us enough time.
Yo, how are they even gonna
contact us?
Anybody see them take
any numbers down?
I'm gonna talk to the promoter.
Hey, I need to talk to
the promoter.
- Sorry, guy, we're closed.
- We just need to talk
to the promoter.
- You didn't hear me,
you're not getting in.
- You're not listening to me.
We were just in there
performing.
Auditioning.
- Oh, you were performing.
- Yeah.
- Doing your thing
with your homies here,
with your niggas.
- Alright, we're going in,
alright?
We're going in.
- I don't think so, nigga.
- Alright, come on Francis,
let's go.
- Yeah, Francis.
Why don't you listen
to your little bitch here?
(blow landing)
(grunting)
(echoing thump)
(screaming)
- Stop!
Stop!
Stop! That's my brother,
please stop!
(indistinct shouting)
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
(door opens and closes)
(city hubbub)
(cars honking)
- Michael! Michael, wake up.
There's been an accident.
- What?
- Your Mom.
Jelly's with her.
- Francis! Francis!
(panting)
Come on, get up! Get up!
- We've gotta take him
to a hospital.
- No hospital.
- Just take us home.
Mom! Mom!
- Francis?
- Mom...
- Francis,
what happened?
- I'm sorry, Mom,
I'm sorry for everything.
- I'm gonna get you help.
- I'm sorry for being
a shitty son.
I'm sorry for disappointing you
and breaking your heart.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to.
- Alright, it's alright.
Sit down. Shh...
Come here, baby, it's alright.
Come, sit down.
Sit down, baby.
I'm not leaving you.
I promise you.
Mama's here now,
I'm not leaving you, I promise.
I'm just gonna get you
something,
some gaze, some ointment,
I'm not leaving you.
- Is she okay?
- Yeah.
She's gonna get you cleaned up,
okay?
- I'm sorry, man.
- It's alright, it's okay.
Just stay right here, alright?
Stay right here.
Mom! Mom, hey, look at me,
look at me.
It's gonna be alright.
- Yes, it will.
Francis? Fran--
Michael.
- Okay.
(panting)
Francis! Francis,
why did you leave?
Come on, let's go home, okay?
Mom wants you to come home,
come on, let's go home.
- Take me to Desirea's.
- Okay, let's go to Desirea's
alright?
Almost there.
Hey, help! Help!
- Give me a fresh towel.
Come on, sit him down.
- What happened?
What happened?
- Easy, home boy, easy.
- This shit happened
at the audition?
- He needs to go to a hospital.
- I'm not going
to no damn hospital.
- Francis, Francis!
- You have to sit.
- Sit down!
- You have to sit.
- Please, please sit down.
(groans)
- What's your problem, Francis?
You need to calm the fuck down!
- Look at you.
(scoffs)
(panting)
All of you.
Fucking...
Fucking losers.
(chuckling)
Fucking...
Fucking nobodies.
Just dreaming.
- Francis.
- You know?
Just dreaming.
(soft music)
There's no way forward.
No way out, you know.
Just dreaming.
- Hey, hey.
- Francis, can you please
just sit down?
Just sit down.
Please. Just come and sit down.
- Don't even hurt, bro.
- Francis, you gotta let me
clean it up.
Just let me clean up the wound.
Give me some alcohol.
Gotta let me clean you up.
(sighs)
(door opens)
Hey, whoa. Can we help you,
gentlemen?
- Yeah, we're responding
to a call about a fight.
- Well, we didn't see any fight,
thank you, officer.
- Yeah, what happened to him?
- He fell.
He got injured
and we're handling it.
(sighs)
- Alright, let's see
everyone's ID.
Up against the counter,
you know the drill. Come on.
- Let's go.
- Come on!
- Let's go.
- No, hey. Fuck this.
Fuck this.
- You three, stand apart.
- He's hurt, we're helping him.
- We'll handle that,
you do as we say.
(indistinct radio chatter)
- What do we do?
(chuckling)
- You sit back down!
- Francis!
Francis, listen to them,
just do it. Just do it.
- Tell me what I did.
I'm not a criminal.
- Just stay where you are
and don't move any closer.
- Francis, go.
- Think I'm crazy?
You think I'm dangerous?
- I think I want you to sit
back down, sir.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Don't call me sir.
Don't fucking pretend.
You answer my question.
You give me an explanation.
- Do what he says!
- Francis, please.
Please.
(chuckling)
Francis, Francis.
- No.
No.
- Francis!
- It's happening today.
Today.
Gonna tell me what I've done?
- Don't move.
(indistinct)
- Don't touch him!
(gunshot)
(sighs)
(solemn music)
(indistinct voice on television)
()
(music stops)
(sighs)
(clanking)
- Mom.
(objects crashing)
Mom!
(clattering)
- It's such a mess.
Who keep their home
in such a mess?
- Mom. Mom, please.
Please, just give me the hammer.
Mom, please.
Just give me the hammer.
Give me the hammer.
Just let go.
Let it go, let it go.
Mom, let it go.
I have it, I have it.
Just let go.
Mom. Just let go.
(sobbing)
Let go, just let go.
I got it. I got it...
Just let it go. Let it go.
Let it go...
(sobbing)
- He wasn't safe,
he wasn't safe.
He wasn't safe.
(sobbing)
I couldn't protect him.
I couldn't protect my son.
I couldn't protect Francis.
(panting)
He wasn't safe.
He wasn't safe.
(sobbing)
- It's okay.
(knocking at door)
Now's not a good time.
- It hasn't been a good time
for two weeks now.
Michael...
I brought you and your mom
some food.
(door shuts)
How is your mom doing?
- She's sleeping.
I can't talk too long.
I don't want anything
to disturb her.
- How are you?
- I'm fine.
- I tried to contact the guys
from Desirea's.
- Yeah, you can read it
in the papers.
Police investigated.
Bring in witnesses, me and Mom.
The shooting they say
was lawful.
But all he had was his wallet.
And our mom's old
Jamaican passport.
- Most of the guys have
disappeared.
Jelly's gone.
- I uh...
I gotta look in on my mom.
I'll come by and see you soon.
(door opens)
- Michael, we still
need to talk.
- Yeah, we will.
- This can't be the end.
- Bye, Aisha.
()
(sighs)
(soft music)
(hospital hubbub)
- Mr. Joseph?
Your mother is fine,
aside from bruised ribs
and a hairline fracture.
There's nothing else
wrong with her.
You can see your mother now.
(phones ringing in the distance)
(sirens blaring
in the distance)
(sighs)
- Hey.
(sigh)
(sobbing)
(clears throat)
(exhales)
Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s'oublier
Qui s'enfuit dj
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
A savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
A coups de pourquoi
Le coeur du bonheur
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Moi je t'offrirai
Des perles de pluie
Venues de pays
O il ne pleut pas
Je creuserai la terre
Jusqu'aprs ma mort
Pour couvrir ton corps
d'or et de lumire
Je ferai un domaine
O l'amour sera roi
O l'amour sera loi
O tu seras reine
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
()
Ne me quitte pas
Je t'inventerai
Des mots insenss
Que tu comprendras
Je te parlerai
De ces amants-l
Qui ont vu deux fois
Leurs coeurs s'embraser
Je te raconterai
L'histoire de ce roi
Mort de n'avoir pas pu
te rencontrer
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
On a vu souvent
Rejaillir le feu
De l'ancien volcan
Qu'on croyait trop vieux
Il est parait-il
Des terres brules
Donnant plus de bl
Qu'un meilleur avril
Et quand vient le soir
Pour qu'un ciel flamboie
Le rouge et le noir
Ne s'pousent-ils pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
(soft music)
(low rumbling)
(cicadas buzzing)
(low rumbling)
(sombre music)
(cicadas buzzing)
- Let's climb.
- This game will kill us,
Francis.
- You hear the electric buzz
louder the higher you get.
Your teeth will shiver.
()
But if you make it to the top...
Bro, you're good.
(chuckles)
It's a great view, you know?
(electric humming)
Footstep on the wrong line...
Touch your hand
on the wrong metal
while you're brushing
against another...
...you'll burn to a crisp.
You want to go out like that?
Then when you climb, go careful.
You watch me.
Follow my every move.
Think on every step
before you take it.
Put it to memory,
remember that the whole way up.
And if you can't use
your memory right...
()
You lose.
(cicadas buzzing)
(foreboding music)
(electric humming)
(loud electric buzzing)
(thunder rumbles)
(birds cawing)
(brakes screeching)
(brakes hiss)
(birds cawing)
- Well, you're not dressed
for the weather.
- No, that's cool.
Just a short way.
You look good, Aisha.
(sighs)
(birds cawing)
(indistinct street chatter)
(dog barking in the distance)
Watch your step.
(indistinct voice on television)
(soft music)
Won't be sleeping in the same
bed, of course.
I'll be using the living room
couch.
Uh... I got you extra towels
and sheets and stuff.
- Um, your mom doesn't speak
anymore?
- No, she speaks.
She's quiet, sometimes.
Especially at night.
- Uh...
I'm... I'm so sorry.
I really shouldn't have
come here.
This is... This is an intrusion.
(sombre music)
(sighs)
I still think of Francis.
(inhales)
Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s'oublier
Qui s'enfuit dj
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
coups de pourquoi
Le coeur du bonheur
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
- Francis, Michael, get in here,
I'm leaving!
I'll set out your dinner.
Callaloo rice and stewed
chicken.
Francis, help your brother
with his homework.
No answering the door.
No turning on the oven
or the stovetop
at any time, you hear me,
Francis?
Strap your backside red
if I come back and find you
or your brother hurt.
Absolutely no TV after eight.
I'll call at nine to say
good night.
I'm back at 6AM.
I have to go. They're paying me
time and a half.
(door creaks open, shuts)
(sighs)
(soft music)
- Come on.
- Okay, love you.
- Hm-hmm.
- Love you.
- Alright.
(door shuts)
(crickets chirping)
(brakes screeching)
(horn honks)
(indistinct chatter)
- What's up, Francis?
(indistinct chatter)
(soft music)
(laughing)
(school bell rings)
(machines whirring)
- Just drops slightly
in the way.
(indistinct chatter)
And the reason is to make
you feel as though
something isn't right,
something's off.
- Spaz!
Michael, come here.
Come here.
(rhythmic music in headphones)
Who do you listen to?
()
Yo, what the fuck is this shit,
man?
- Give me--
- Yo, the man's listening to
some white boy shit, bro.
- Yo!
The fuck.
- Respect, Francis.
- No bro, don't touch him again,
you hear me?
- Yeah, man.
It's cool.
- Psst. I'll see you at home.
- Alright.
(plane wooshing by)
(bell dings)
(panting)
(indistinct voice on radio)
- Come on, Aisha.
(bell dings)
(cash register beeps)
(soft music)
(fan rattling)
(sighs)
(cars whooshing by)
(laughing)
- That's my gift to you.
(chuckles)
Hey, take your time.
(chuckles)
- Thanks, man.
- You're welcome.
Hey, don't make anybody
disrespect you. Okay?
And don't make any enemies.
- Your friends are assholes.
- Yeah, okay. You don't get it.
You know I'm thinking about
quitting school?
Guidance counsellors just
stream us all in the shop class
anyhow.
I ain't gonna be no carpenter.
- But you graduate in
three months.
You know Mom would kill you.
What would you do?
- I don't know.
Maybe get into music, you know?
Anyway, I'm just thinking
about it.
(cars whooshing by)
(indistinct chatter)
(sighs)
- Hey, can...
May I sit here?
(whispering): Yeah.
(clears throat)
(sighs)
(clears throat)
(sighs)
Hey in there.
- Hey, uh, sorry, just...
This book is really cool.
- Yeah. Oedipus Rex is
my favourite.
Oedipus killed his father
and then screwed his mother.
(chuckles)
Where are you from?
(stutters)
- What?
- Where are your people from?
My dad is from Jamaica
and my mom was Portuguese.
- My mom is Jamaican
and I don't know what my dad is.
- Why don't you know?
- My mom doesn't really talk
about him that much.
- Oh.
- Uh, where is... Was your mom?
- She died when I was a baby.
My dad raised me.
She came here as a nanny
and he was a gardener.
They worked for the same family
in Rosedale.
I'm a child of the help.
(chuckles)
I know your brother, Francis.
Everyone knows him.
- Yeah.
- All the girls
in the neighbourhood,
they talk about him
all the time.
- Hm-hmm.
- I'm Aisha.
- I know.
Michael.
My name's Michael.
- Hello, Michael.
- Hi, Aisha.
(chuckling)
(electric humming)
(screaming in the distance)
- I didn't do anything!
- Where you running to, man?
Huh? You bitch ass motherfucker!
(fists landing, groaning)
- What you looking at?
- Get him!
- There! Fuck yeah!
(groaning, chuckling)
(coughing, moaning in pain)
- Give me that.
(panicked yelping)
- Oh, yeah!
(groans)
(chuckling)
(panting)
- Stay out of my fucking
neighbourhood, you heard?
Bitch ass nigga!
- That's what you get!
- What's up, Michael?
(sombre music)
(sobbing)
- Yo.
Yo, yo.
You alright?
(sobbing)
(laughing)
(laughing maniacally)
(TV): Another robbery
in Scarborough today...
- When's Ma coming back
home again?
- In the morning.
Stop being such a baby.
(TV): Scarborough police
are presently searching
for two Black men they believe
to be armed and dangerous
following a convenient store
robbery that left one man dead.
Just as a warning,
what you are about to see
may be disturbing
to some of our viewers.
(sinister music)
(no audio)
If you have any information
on either of these men,
please call the police hotline.
- Meanwhile, in Newmarket,
police are still looking
for any information...
(indistinct voice on TV)
(soft music)
(thumping)
(worrying music)
(thumping at door)
(doorknob rattling)
- Boys! Francis.
- Michael was scared, Mommy.
- Well I'm here now,
sorry for taking so long.
(R&B music on radio)
- I made it sweet this time,
Mama.
(children chattering,
screaming outside)
- Thank you, Francis.
()
Thank you, Francis.
- Yeah.
Here's your towel.
You want me to make you
some tea, Mom?
- No, no, thank you baby.
It's too warm for English tea.
- Okay.
- Where are you going?
I'm making dinner
for you and your brother.
- Just going to meet
some friends.
- Which "friends"?
I don't want you running
the street with no hooligans,
you hear me, Francis?
(sighs)
- My brethren ain't no
hooligans, Mom.
- Where you learn to talk
like that?
- "Ain't no hooligans."
Not in this house.
I taught you to speak
the Queen's English better
than that.
- Alright, I'll come home
for dinner.
- Take your brother with you.
- Why?
I'm not taking him.
- I don't need to go out, Mom.
(sombre music)
(sirens echoing)
(Bam Bam by Sister Nancy)
(indistinct chatter)
- We're chasing him
and chasing him.
You know, we put some fluid
on him
and the next thing you know,
we just out of there.
You know why? Cause we had
to make an example out of him,
you know?
At the end of the day, we
weren't gonna lit that nigga up!
Oh, Francis.
(indistinct chatter)
()
(chuckles)
What's up?
- Hot gal walking! Hm-hmm!
- Hey!
(chuckles)
What's up?
You know Joe?
- Bless.
(laughing)
- I see you, I see you!
- Bro?
()
(soft music)
(muffled rapping)
(indistinct voice on TV)
- Alright, moving on
to Francis's spice rack.
You know what's the difference
here, Francis?
- No.
- Your shelves are crooked.
(chuckles)
- What?
They look straight to me.
- Did you use a level
before you put them on?
- Yeah.
- You're not gonna last long
on the job
when you get out into
the real world
if you don't double
and triple check your work!
Do better, Francis, come on.
- Fuck you, fuck this. I quit.
- What did you say?
- Fuck you, fuck this.
(sombre music)
(machines whirring)
(indistinct intercom)
- Wow.
- My mom's working till seven.
And my brother doesn't get home
for another little while.
- Are these yours?
- No, those are my brother's.
He wants to be a producer
like Dre.
(chuckles)
He's not having the best
of luck yet.
- Well, he has very eclectic
taste.
I see LL Cool J, Nina Simone,
Talking Heads...
Anne Murray?
(chuckles)
- Yeah, he got that
from our mom's.
Yeah, she thinks
Anne Murray is dope.
- Come sit with me.
- Okay.
(indistinct chatter)
- You alright, Goose?
- Hey, Francis.
- I got it.
(sighs)
Alright, so...
Alright, there you go.
Give me a high-five.
(jokingly exclaims in pain)
(soft music on radio)
- What are you...
What are you doing home?
- I live here, remember?
- Oh, this is Aisha.
- Yeah, I know Aisha.
What's up?
- Chilling.
(chuckles)
- Yeah, we did...
grade 9 English together.
Smartest girl in the school.
- I don't know about that.
- Well...
- Um, I really like
your taste in music.
- Thank you. I see you
feeling... Eric B. and Rakim.
- Yes. Rakim is the best
lyricist ever.
- That's right.
- I hold the microphone
like a grudge...
(both): ...B'll hold the record
so the needle don't budge.
I ain't no joke!
(laughing)
I like you. You know your shit.
For real.
()
- Uh...
I should get going.
I will see you later?
- Yeah. Yeah, tomorrow.
Library.
- Okay.
See you.
- Alright.
Yo, is... Is Mom home yet?
- No, she won't be home
till seven.
- Alright.
()
(door unlocks)
(door shuts)
(bedroom door shuts)
(sighs)
(crickets chirping)
(sombre music)
(maniacal laughter echoing)
- You know those guys?
- Nah, not from around here.
Maybe Flemingdon.
Probably looking for somebody.
(plane roaring above)
I'm going away.
- What?
When?
- Soon.
Couple weeks, just working
on the details.
- But what about Mom?
- I'll tell her soon.
She'll be alright.
She'll understand. Bro.
- But--
- She'll be fine.
One less mouth to feed,
you know?
- She relies on you.
- Come on, Michael.
I'm not gonna abandon her.
I'll send her money.
And... she's strong, you know?
She survived things
we don't even know about.
We both take care of her.
I have to go.
(sentimental music)
Come on, let's go.
(sighs)
(crickets chirping)
(indistinct chatter)
- Shut the fuck up, man!
- Fuck you!
(indistinct agitated chatter)
(sombre music)
- Back up, back up.
(indistinct taunting)
- What you waiting for?
(dog barking)
- I told you, stay the fuck out
of my neighbourhood.
Don't fucking misinterpret...
(dog barking)
()
(gunshot)
- Yeah, run!
(groans)
(dog barking)
My block!
- Francis!
Francis, Francis!
No, let's go!
(dog barking)
(dramatic music)
(gasps)
(sizzling)
- I'm making you breakfast.
- No, it's alright, Mom.
You don't have to.
Got to go to work soon.
- Oh...
- It's okay. It's okay.
Hey, come, sit down.
I'll make you breakfast.
- I can't sit,
I'll set the table.
- Okay.
I'll be right back.
(knocking)
Aisha?
- That girl.
In your bed.
- She's just a friend, Mom.
Aisha.
She was a neighbour, remember?
She used to live at Unity
with her father.
She was smart in school.
- Yes. The scholarship girl.
What's she doing now?
- Not too sure.
- Her jeans are very tight.
- Not that tight, Mama.
Look.
Her father,
he died not too long ago.
- Oh.
- I invited her to spend
some time here.
- In your bed.
- She's here for
the neighbourhood.
To see and remember.
- So...
How long is she going
to be here?
- I don't know, Mom.
She's just here to grieve.
(sighs)
- Poor thing.
(water running)
F-R-A-N-C-I-S.
Francis.
F-R-A-N...
C-I-S.
Please, help me reach him.
His birthday is at midnight.
- Ma'am, I need to know
which city you want.
- Mom.
- Hello? Are you there?
Who are you trying to reach?
- I understand.
I know he's not...
(sharp inhale)
(sniffs)
(soft music)
(indistinct voice on TV)
- I'll see you soon, okay?
- Sleep now, okay?
(sirens passing by)
(indistinct chatter outside)
(laughing)
(sirens)
(man outside): Come back!
Where are you going?
- Michael is afraid.
- Come here.
What's he afraid of?
- I don't know.
Maybe it's the Black murderers.
- The who?
- The Black men in the TV.
- The criminals, Francis.
The criminals will be caught by
the police and punished.
They'll not be here,
we're very safe.
- He doesn't believe
we're very safe.
- We are safe, son.
- No, we're not safe.
- We are safe, Francis.
Come here.
(soft music)
How about tomorrow,
we go for a picnic
in the Rouge Valley?
(birds chirping)
(soft music)
(birds chirping)
(machine whirring)
(indistinct intercom)
(siren)
(creaking)
- Aisha?
(siren echoing)
(siren)
- On the fucking ground, now!
- Michael, put your hands
behind your head!
(policeman screaming)
Look at me!
Put your hands behind your head!
- Your fucking hands!
- Fucking do it.
(groaning)
(panting)
- Francis--
- Shut up!
- Francis...
- I just told you to shut
the fuck up.
(panting)
(siren)
(indistinct radio chatter)
- Let's go.
(indistinct chatter)
(indistinct radio chatter)
- That's my mom.
- Alright.
(car door shuts)
- Are you their mother?
- Hm-hmm.
- Your boys were witness
to a shooting altercation.
They're not under investigation.
- Was anyone hurt, officer?
- A young man was killed and
a little girl was hit
when a bullet went through
the walls of her unit
while she was sleeping.
- A girl?
A sleeping child?
- Yeah.
- Is she dead?
- It's under investigation.
Good night.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(crickets chirping)
- You will tell me everything.
Did you hear what I said?
You will tell me everything!
Francis!
Did you know any of
those people that were shot?
You hear me asking you
a question?
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
- Nowhere.
- I ask you a question!
Where are you going?
- Nowhere.
- You're going to tell me
where you're going!
- Let go!
- Tell me where you're going!
- Francis!
(thump)
- Sorry.
(sirens outside)
(door opens)
(indistinct)
(door shuts)
(panting)
- Michael. Leave me alone.
Leave me alone.
(panting)
(soft music)
(sighs)
(bus approaching)
- Yes, can I help you?
- Is Aisha home?
- What do you want
with my daughter?
- It's okay.
- Where are you going
with this boy?
- I'll be back soon, okay?
(cicadas buzzing)
(siren whooping)
- Really? Three?
- The cops haven't caught
the guys yet.
Still out there.
- You know where Francis went?
- He's probably at Desirea's.
- You should go visit him.
- I haven't been there in...
He hasn't invited me, so...
- It was Goose.
The little girl who got shot.
- Little Goose?
The one who rides around
in the park on a blue bike?
- Yeah.
They're saying she's stable now.
They're calling her lucky.
I have to go.
(sighs)
(sighs)
(siren whooping)
(sighs)
(sombre music)
(crickets chirping)
- Your father was
so proud of you.
Tell every West Indian in
the world about his daughter's
writing scholarship.
(chuckles)
- Aisha's a computer programmer
now, Mom.
- Well, I'm a vagabond
programmer.
In the last three months I have
worked in Manilla, Austin,
Kampala...
- Kampala?
- Yeah.
That's where I was when
Dad called.
- Hmm. I'm so sorry, dear.
(soft music on radio)
- When Dad passed, I called
Michael and he said,
"Please visit,
come home to the Park."
So I did.
You know, a year ago,
I visited the village
where my dad was born.
And that's the same village
where you were born.
(chuckles)
- Yeah, I saw the cane fields,
now wild and a statue
of Nanny of the Maroons.
(chuckles)
Yeah! You remember it.
Right, Ruth?
- Hmm...
- I've been thinking a lot
about that place
since Dad died.
()
- Tell me more about Kampala.
(echoing soft music)
- Who's that?
- Our dad, I think.
- Where is he?
- I don't know. Somewhere.
Mama said he was studying
to be a man,
but the bitch dropped out.
(soft music)
(laughing)
(indistinct whispering)
(sighs)
- What were you two
laughing about?
- Oh, just our secret.
Hey, um...
So, I've been wondering.
Can I plan a get-together?
You know, just a gathering,
really, with food and music
and maybe a few words spoken
about the people we've lost.
- Yeah, I don't... I don't know.
My mother doesn't want
a whole bunch of strangers
in our living room.
- Strangers? It wouldn't be
a bunch of strangers, Michael.
Just people trying to make
sense of things.
- Just let them make sense
of things somewhere else.
Alright? I'm sorry.
Won't work.
- Well, you know, this would be
good for your mother.
And it would be good
for you too.
- We're fine.
Don't tell me what's good
for us, Aisha.
- You know your mom is not well,
right?
- She's good.
- Earlier, when you were
at work,
I watched her cross the avenue
without even looking.
I had to shout for her to turn
and wait.
- She's getting old.
- No.
It has nothing to do with age.
Michael, you know that.
It's been 10 years.
She still can't accept it.
She's stuck.
- She's been doing fine lately.
I don't want to complicate
things for her.
No gathering.
(cicadas buzzing)
(electric humming)
(thunder rumbling)
(knocking at door)
Hey, Goose.
- Your mother. I saw her going
down into the valley.
She's not wearing shoes.
(soft music)
- Mom.
Hey, come. Come on, put on
some shoes.
You okay?
(indistinct radio chatter)
(fly buzzing)
(radio): Temperatures are rising
again in Southern Ontario,
with highs in the next few days
reaching up to 35 degrees.
As the hot, humid conditions
continue...
(indistinct)
(fan rattling)
(sighs)
(fly buzzing)
(high-pitched ringing)
(cheering on radio)
(door opens)
(indistinct sports commentary
on television)
(chuckles)
- Feeling alright on
this Saturday afternoon,
hope you feel alright
across the nation.
Today, we have a very
special show,
because we are going to deliver.
Right about now,
we're going to call upon
the man, DJ Dwayne, baby...
- Is this it?
(cheering on television)
(shuts off television)
- Is this what?
- Is this all you plan
on eating today?
- I'm not that hungry.
- What is that?
- It's tinfoil.
- I can see that it's tinfoil,
what's it doing there?
- Uh...
Well, I just put it up
to reflect the sun.
- Is that what I look like
to you?
Uh, like the kind of human who
put tinfoil up on our window?
Like the kind of human
who advertises tinfoil?!
To everybody passing
on the street.
- Well, it's not a bad idea.
I mean, other people do it.
- Oh!
And I'm other people?
Yet, you sit over there
and you look at your mother.
Your own mother and think
there she is,
my mother, other people!
(sighs)
You understand the sacrifice
I made for you two?
Eh?
(sighs)
(cicadas buzzing)
(sighs)
You hurt yourself?
- It's okay.
- You're touching your face.
- It's just mango juice.
(deep inhale)
- You smell that?
The dill.
(cicadas buzzing)
(Ring The Alarm
by Tenor Saw)
(indistinct chatter)
(hair clipper buzzing)
- You want to get Francis?
Isn't that his brother?
- Yeah?
(indistinct)
Yo! Francis! Yo.
()
- Mom made you anything today?
You eat anything today?
- Yeah, I... I ate
a little something.
- I'm gonna get you
some groceries.
(sighs)
(rhythmic music)
You got the key?
- Yeah.
- Alright.
I'll see you.
Let's go.
- Whose car is this?
(rhythmic music on radio)
- Mine.
Legit.
- What, you bought it?
- Yeah, of course I bought it.
How else would I get it?
()
- Are you hungry?
- Yeah.
- What do you feel like?
- I don't know, whatever.
- Alright, I'll buy you dinner.
- Alright.
(light chuckle)
- You know, you gotta work
on things, man.
- Work on? What do you mean?
- Like, all sorts
of things, bro.
(sighs)
- Like?
- Okay, like...
Stepping into Desirea's
the way you did.
You know?
Like, always looking
so fucking unsure.
You gotta...
be cooler about things, man,
and not put everything out
on your face all the time.
You gotta carry yourself better,
think about your look,
don't matter how poor you are,
you can always...
turn up the edge of a collar
and style a bit, you know?
Little things like that.
There's always a way to show
the world you're not a nobody.
A nigga.
You never know when
your break is coming.
Okay?
Okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
- And I'll take you to see Dad.
- But we don't know our Dad.
- We don't have to know him,
he's our father.
- But we don't know
anything about him.
Even where he lives.
- I found out he's here
in Scarborough.
- How?
- I've been asking people.
- For how long?
You weren't gonna tell me?
- Okay, I'm telling you now.
- Where in Scarborough?
- In a low-rise called
the Oberlin.
It's like North of the highway.
- It's too far.
- We've got wheels now.
- No, we can't just show up,
Francis.
Okay? It's been too long.
- You see?
That's exactly what
I'm talking about.
Not trying stuff.
Not believing.
I'm not saying he's gonna
solve everything for us.
I'm not stupid.
(coins clanking)
I'm just saying we have a talk,
you know?
Why not give it a shot?
- I don't know, Francis.
- Tssk.
Come on, let's go.
(sighs)
(crickets chirping)
Would you relax?
You're freaking me out.
(thunder rumbling)
This is it, 195.
- Let's go, Francis.
- You're not curious?
What's up?
(ringing)
(woman): Hello?
- Sorry.
(clears throat)
(ringing)
(woman): Yeah? Who is this?
- Sorry, wrong number.
- You kids get out of here,
you hear me?
- Yeah, sorry.
(clears throat)
- You bitches lost?
(ringing)
(man): What?
- Hello?
- I don't want none,
whatever you're selling.
- No, I'm not selling anything.
It's just me.
It's me.
It's us.
Francis and Michael.
- You've got the wrong place.
(beeping)
(soft music)
(tires screeching)
(crickets chirping)
(knocking)
- Hey.
- Hey.
My dad's working security
tonight, overnight.
Come in.
- Alright.
(rhythmic music playing
on speakers)
- Do you think he was your dad?
- No.
I don't know.
And I don't care.
- You should ask your mom
about your dad.
Maybe she knows where he is.
- I can't upset her.
Not now.
(buttons click)
- Yo.
You good?
- Yeah, I'm good.
- You don't seem good.
(breathing heavily)
(soft music)
()
(keys jangling)
- Hey.
- What is he doing here?
- I didn't think
he'd actually show up.
I sent a message
to a friend and...
It wasn't even
a real invitation,
it was just more of a suggestion
that we all meet up.
- Momma don't need this
right now.
- I know, he just...
He just showed up
while you were out and...
Your mom let him in.
They've been talking.
(sighs)
- This is not a good idea,
Aisha.
I don't want my mom disturbed
and confused, she's fragile.
- I know. It's only
going to be temporary.
You know, your mom is the one
who suggested
the mattress, and...
You know, there's room.
And he doesn't really have
anywhere else to go.
(sighs)
- Yo.
- Um...
What's up?
- What's up?
- You good, Michael?
(indistinct muttering)
- Is that bodi?
- Uh no, just string beans,
I couldn't find the bodi.
- We're gonna be ready to eat
in a few minutes.
-That right, Jelly?
- Yep.
(sizzling)
(clears throat)
(coughing)
Maybe we should open the door
a bit?
It must be the scotch burning...
- No. It's okay.
(coughs)
I've got to leave soon anyways.
- Uh...
(coughing)
(coughs)
()
(laughing)
(indistinct chatter)
- Yo, hold up, hold up.
Hey, you recognize these guys?
- We should leave.
(chuckling)
- Fuck that.
Nobody enters my shelter.
- What's up, bitch?
Bitch?
(guys chuckling)
Hey?
Hey, just...
(chuckling)
- What a little bitch.
- What's up?
- What's up?
What's up?
This motherfucking sodomite
tells me.
- Hey, fuck off.
- What did you say to him?
- What?
(tense music)
You like that?
- Hey.
Look, I'm sorry. Alright?
Just...
Just relax.
Just relax.
- Yo.
What the fuck?
()
(grunting)
You...
What the fuck?
Fucking crazy.
- Yo.
Francis?
Francis!
(rhythmic music playing
on speakers)
(lively chatter)
- Michael. Hey,
I can explain, okay?
It's... it's fine.
Michael. Michael!
- Hey!
- I'm so sorry.
Michael, please!
Okay, Michael please,
just let me explain.
- Michael, hey.
(indistinct)
Michael?
(clattering)
Michael! We were listening
to music, we were talking!
- I warned you about strangers.
- These are just my friends,
Michael.
They know the story and just
want to pay their respect.
- I don't want
their fucking respect.
I want them out of
my fucking house.
- Michael, stop it!
- I want everybody out!
Get out! Now!
Get out of my house!
Get the fuck out!
- What's wrong with you?
- Come on!
(indistinct whispering)
- I'll take care of this.
- I'm sorry, thank you so much
for coming.
()
(music stops)
(heavy breathing)
(soft music plays)
Now I know we have
great respect
For the sister and mother
It's even better yet
But there's the joker
in the street
Loving one brother
and killing the other
When the time comes
and we are really free
There'll be no brothers
left you see
We people who are
darker than blue
Don't let us hang
around this town
And let what others say
come true
We're just good for nothing
they all figure
A boyish grown up
shiftless jigger
Now we can't hardly
stand for that
Or is that really
where it's at
(door opens)
(sighs)
- Do you know this place?
The statue of this woman.
- No.
- This is Nanny of the Maroons.
I didn't know anything about her
until I went to Jamaica.
She led a guerilla war
against her colonial masters.
A fierce woman.
An outlaw.
My dad lived just a short walk
from that statue
but he never told me
anything about her.
He told me so little
of his past.
He never explained to me
why he worked his whole life
as a gardener
and then as a security guard.
And even his cancer
was something that I had
to learn way too late
from a nurse.
(sighs)
How our immigrant parents
cleaned toilets,
took care of other people's
fucking kids,
took shit all day,
struggled with rent,
were chronically tired,
all for us.
- I remember Mom talking
about my father a few times.
The first time was
around Christmas.
The one before Francis died.
- You didn't leave
any for yourself?
- Oh, I'm not even hungry.
Eat up.
I wanna talk about Christmas.
It's gonna be a little quiet
this year.
Nice meal but no gifts.
It's the economy.
I'll get a new job
in the new year,
hopefully with some overtime.
(She hums.)
Grow up, Francis, be a man.
Don't be a bitch
like your father.
- Look, I'm...
I'm sorry I got angry, I get
what you were trying to do.
I should've warned you that
we have to go slow with my Mom.
It's not easy for her.
(dancing music playing
on speakers)
- Yo, welcome, welcome!
(chuckles)
Come on in, pretty thing.
- Thank you.
- ID, please.
- Fuck off, Dru.
- Oh, yeah? Better watch
your fucking language.
(chuckling)
- Yo!
(exclaiming)
- What's up, little brother,
you good?
- Yeah, I'm good.
Do you remember Aisha?
- I remember Aisha.
Hey, do I know your pops?
- My dad?
- Yeah, he's got
good music tastes.
And not a half bad singing
voice either.
- How would you possibly
know that?
- Listen, I just know things.
I know everything that happens
in the Waldorf!
- Okay.
- Hey, welcome to Desirea's.
(chuckling)
- What's this?
- Oh, you didn't know?
They're doing auditions.
You could get a record deal.
Jelly's gonna audition.
It's time to take the stage,
shine, represent.
I'm his producer.
- Alright, alright.
(rhythmic music)
(cheering)
(air horns honking)
(indistinct exclaiming)
(indistinct chanting)
- Who are you?
()
(chuckling)
(I Know You Got Soul
by Eric B. & Rakim)
()
(laughing)
(soft rhythmic music)
(knocking)
- Open the door!
- Oh, shit.
- Third time this week
since Anton got killed.
(indistinct radio chatter)
- Okay, whoa, whoa, what seems
to be the problem, officer?
- Conrad's Bar was robbed at
gunpoint four blocks from here.
Two Black subjects were last
seen running down Warrens Ave.
Anyone here seen anything?
- We haven't seen anything,
officers.
- Alright, everyone stand up
against the counter
and keep your hands where we can
see them, empty your pockets.
Let's go, let's go.
- You too, genius.
- Yo, don't touch him!
- Excuse-me?
(sigh)
Okay, search them.
(heavy breathing)
(tense music)
Okay, alright, alright, enough.
Let's go, come on.
Thank you very much,
ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you for your time.
- Thank you, officer.
(cicadas buzzing)
(electric humming)
- Whoa...
- Good?
- Yeah, yeah.
I'm good. Just keep going.
- Alright.
I'll see you at the top,
baby brother.
(electric humming)
- Whoo!
(chuckling)
- Let's go!
You okay?
- I'm good.
- You ready?
- Born ready, baby.
Born ready, baby! Whoo!
(exclaiming)
- What's up?
(overlapping chatter)
- Is it time to go in yet?
- Soon.
- So we're ready now?
- Relax, you'll get your turn.
- Hey, you're next.
They're good to go in.
- Okay, superstars,
you're in next.
- Yeah?
- You're going in.
- Yeah?
- Yeah!
- Scarborough in the house!
(exclaiming)
- Gentlemen, whenever
you're ready.
Let's see what you've got.
(rhythmic music)
- Come on Jelly,
you got this, baby.
Show them where you from,
baby, let's go!
()
()
I ain't no joke
I ain't no joke
I ain't no joke
Too Black
Too strong
(light applause)
- Alright man,
that was pretty dope.
That was off the chain.
Like you're finally waking
my ass up.
Can't say the same
for my partner here,
but I like the way you
was cutting up
them ones and twos, man.
Good record sources you got,
you've got some real talent.
Anyway, keep the peace.
And stay in school, man.
Thank you.
Next!
- Wanna hear some more
from him or...?
- We're good, man.
No, thank you.
- You know, he could do another
set really quick. You know?
- No, thank you.
We've got another group waiting.
- Um, so, you'll let us know
if we win, right?
- Yeah kid, we'll uh,
definitely call you.
Okay.
So...
That means the audition's over,
and you guys have to get
the fuck out of here.
- Alright, hey, Francis,
come on. Let's go.
(city hubbub)
You did really good, Jelly.
- Yeah, yeah man, for sure.
Listen uh, we're still gonna
celebrate, alright?
I'm gonna meet you out back
at Desirea's, cool?
Want me to take that?
- Yeah.
- Got you, brother.
- Appreciate you.
- I have to go home
and I'm gonna get
a ride back with Dru.
But I'll see you tomorrow, okay?
- Francis, you good, bro?
Hey, Scarborough, man.
See you, alright?
- Yo, their set up was
fucked up, man.
Turn tables were too high.
They didn't give us enough time.
Yo, how are they even gonna
contact us?
Anybody see them take
any numbers down?
I'm gonna talk to the promoter.
Hey, I need to talk to
the promoter.
- Sorry, guy, we're closed.
- We just need to talk
to the promoter.
- You didn't hear me,
you're not getting in.
- You're not listening to me.
We were just in there
performing.
Auditioning.
- Oh, you were performing.
- Yeah.
- Doing your thing
with your homies here,
with your niggas.
- Alright, we're going in,
alright?
We're going in.
- I don't think so, nigga.
- Alright, come on Francis,
let's go.
- Yeah, Francis.
Why don't you listen
to your little bitch here?
(blow landing)
(grunting)
(echoing thump)
(screaming)
- Stop!
Stop!
Stop! That's my brother,
please stop!
(indistinct shouting)
(dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
(door opens and closes)
(city hubbub)
(cars honking)
- Michael! Michael, wake up.
There's been an accident.
- What?
- Your Mom.
Jelly's with her.
- Francis! Francis!
(panting)
Come on, get up! Get up!
- We've gotta take him
to a hospital.
- No hospital.
- Just take us home.
Mom! Mom!
- Francis?
- Mom...
- Francis,
what happened?
- I'm sorry, Mom,
I'm sorry for everything.
- I'm gonna get you help.
- I'm sorry for being
a shitty son.
I'm sorry for disappointing you
and breaking your heart.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to.
- Alright, it's alright.
Sit down. Shh...
Come here, baby, it's alright.
Come, sit down.
Sit down, baby.
I'm not leaving you.
I promise you.
Mama's here now,
I'm not leaving you, I promise.
I'm just gonna get you
something,
some gaze, some ointment,
I'm not leaving you.
- Is she okay?
- Yeah.
She's gonna get you cleaned up,
okay?
- I'm sorry, man.
- It's alright, it's okay.
Just stay right here, alright?
Stay right here.
Mom! Mom, hey, look at me,
look at me.
It's gonna be alright.
- Yes, it will.
Francis? Fran--
Michael.
- Okay.
(panting)
Francis! Francis,
why did you leave?
Come on, let's go home, okay?
Mom wants you to come home,
come on, let's go home.
- Take me to Desirea's.
- Okay, let's go to Desirea's
alright?
Almost there.
Hey, help! Help!
- Give me a fresh towel.
Come on, sit him down.
- What happened?
What happened?
- Easy, home boy, easy.
- This shit happened
at the audition?
- He needs to go to a hospital.
- I'm not going
to no damn hospital.
- Francis, Francis!
- You have to sit.
- Sit down!
- You have to sit.
- Please, please sit down.
(groans)
- What's your problem, Francis?
You need to calm the fuck down!
- Look at you.
(scoffs)
(panting)
All of you.
Fucking...
Fucking losers.
(chuckling)
Fucking...
Fucking nobodies.
Just dreaming.
- Francis.
- You know?
Just dreaming.
(soft music)
There's no way forward.
No way out, you know.
Just dreaming.
- Hey, hey.
- Francis, can you please
just sit down?
Just sit down.
Please. Just come and sit down.
- Don't even hurt, bro.
- Francis, you gotta let me
clean it up.
Just let me clean up the wound.
Give me some alcohol.
Gotta let me clean you up.
(sighs)
(door opens)
Hey, whoa. Can we help you,
gentlemen?
- Yeah, we're responding
to a call about a fight.
- Well, we didn't see any fight,
thank you, officer.
- Yeah, what happened to him?
- He fell.
He got injured
and we're handling it.
(sighs)
- Alright, let's see
everyone's ID.
Up against the counter,
you know the drill. Come on.
- Let's go.
- Come on!
- Let's go.
- No, hey. Fuck this.
Fuck this.
- You three, stand apart.
- He's hurt, we're helping him.
- We'll handle that,
you do as we say.
(indistinct radio chatter)
- What do we do?
(chuckling)
- You sit back down!
- Francis!
Francis, listen to them,
just do it. Just do it.
- Tell me what I did.
I'm not a criminal.
- Just stay where you are
and don't move any closer.
- Francis, go.
- Think I'm crazy?
You think I'm dangerous?
- I think I want you to sit
back down, sir.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Don't call me sir.
Don't fucking pretend.
You answer my question.
You give me an explanation.
- Do what he says!
- Francis, please.
Please.
(chuckling)
Francis, Francis.
- No.
No.
- Francis!
- It's happening today.
Today.
Gonna tell me what I've done?
- Don't move.
(indistinct)
- Don't touch him!
(gunshot)
(sighs)
(solemn music)
(indistinct voice on television)
()
(music stops)
(sighs)
(clanking)
- Mom.
(objects crashing)
Mom!
(clattering)
- It's such a mess.
Who keep their home
in such a mess?
- Mom. Mom, please.
Please, just give me the hammer.
Mom, please.
Just give me the hammer.
Give me the hammer.
Just let go.
Let it go, let it go.
Mom, let it go.
I have it, I have it.
Just let go.
Mom. Just let go.
(sobbing)
Let go, just let go.
I got it. I got it...
Just let it go. Let it go.
Let it go...
(sobbing)
- He wasn't safe,
he wasn't safe.
He wasn't safe.
(sobbing)
I couldn't protect him.
I couldn't protect my son.
I couldn't protect Francis.
(panting)
He wasn't safe.
He wasn't safe.
(sobbing)
- It's okay.
(knocking at door)
Now's not a good time.
- It hasn't been a good time
for two weeks now.
Michael...
I brought you and your mom
some food.
(door shuts)
How is your mom doing?
- She's sleeping.
I can't talk too long.
I don't want anything
to disturb her.
- How are you?
- I'm fine.
- I tried to contact the guys
from Desirea's.
- Yeah, you can read it
in the papers.
Police investigated.
Bring in witnesses, me and Mom.
The shooting they say
was lawful.
But all he had was his wallet.
And our mom's old
Jamaican passport.
- Most of the guys have
disappeared.
Jelly's gone.
- I uh...
I gotta look in on my mom.
I'll come by and see you soon.
(door opens)
- Michael, we still
need to talk.
- Yeah, we will.
- This can't be the end.
- Bye, Aisha.
()
(sighs)
(soft music)
(hospital hubbub)
- Mr. Joseph?
Your mother is fine,
aside from bruised ribs
and a hairline fracture.
There's nothing else
wrong with her.
You can see your mother now.
(phones ringing in the distance)
(sirens blaring
in the distance)
(sighs)
- Hey.
(sigh)
(sobbing)
(clears throat)
(exhales)
Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s'oublier
Qui s'enfuit dj
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
A savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
A coups de pourquoi
Le coeur du bonheur
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Moi je t'offrirai
Des perles de pluie
Venues de pays
O il ne pleut pas
Je creuserai la terre
Jusqu'aprs ma mort
Pour couvrir ton corps
d'or et de lumire
Je ferai un domaine
O l'amour sera roi
O l'amour sera loi
O tu seras reine
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
()
Ne me quitte pas
Je t'inventerai
Des mots insenss
Que tu comprendras
Je te parlerai
De ces amants-l
Qui ont vu deux fois
Leurs coeurs s'embraser
Je te raconterai
L'histoire de ce roi
Mort de n'avoir pas pu
te rencontrer
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
On a vu souvent
Rejaillir le feu
De l'ancien volcan
Qu'on croyait trop vieux
Il est parait-il
Des terres brules
Donnant plus de bl
Qu'un meilleur avril
Et quand vient le soir
Pour qu'un ciel flamboie
Le rouge et le noir
Ne s'pousent-ils pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
(soft music)