Baby Boy

There's this psychiatrist,

a lady named Dr. Frances Cress Welsing.

She has a theory about the black man in America.

She says that because of the system of racism,

the black man in this country has been made to think of himself as a baby,

a not-yet fully formed being...

Who has not realized his full potential.

To support her claim, she offers the following:

First off,

What does a black man call his woman?

Mama.

Secondly,

what does a black man call his closest acquaintances?

His boys.

And finally,

what does a black man call his place of residence?

The crib.

No! No!

I don't wanna lose my baby!

Baby.

Come on, baby.

You all right?

We gonna go straight home, okay?

- Baby? - Jody!

Baby, come on.

Just take it easy, okay? Just get in.

There.

Take it easy, baby.

Baby.

Yvette?

Goin' to sleep?

You hungry?

I can go to Lucy's and get you a cheese enchilada...

And a fat strawberry shake.

That'll make you feel better.

I'm fine, Jody.

You don't need daddy to be here for you?

I'm just tryin' to take care of you, my woman.

Seem like you already done that.

Leave me alone, Jody. Just get out my face.

Well, then I guess you don't mind if I use your car then, huh?

Oh, God.

Since you goin' to sleep.

Hey wassup, little homie.

What's goin down withcha?

Get the hell on.

Peanut?

- Aah! - The hell you screamin' at?

I'm hungry. Fix a nigga some food.

You gonna give me some, huh? Gonna give me some lovin'?

Hey, Ms. Herron. How's daddy's little girl doin' up in there?

Ahh, look at you!

Suckie-suckie now. Come on.

Let's go.

How's daddy's little girl? Jody, what'd I tell you about parkin' in my driveway?

I'm sorry. I'll move it.

If you gonna park it there, the least you can do is wash mine before you leave.

I got it. Say, "daddy got it, grandma.

Daddy got it all under control."

Look at my pretty baby.

That's one thing I know how to do is make some pretty babies, huh?

That's my baby. That's daddy's little girl.

When you gonna say "daddy," huh? Huh?

You wanna go to Disneyland?

That's my baby.

Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.

Go ahead and pull the damage out.

What y'all doin' to the backyard, mama?

I told you I was startin' a garden.

Yeah, you been sayin' that for the longest, mama.

Well shit, I must be gettin' old 'cause I'm startin' to do

all them same things I seen my mama do.

I'm plantin' collards, mustard Greens,

and all this over here, this gonna be my corn, right?

My tomatoes. And I'm gonna get some of them nice lace awnings at Home Depot...

So I could sit here, tune your ass out and sip my wine

when them tomatoes get fat and red.

My cabbage is over there. My beans, onions and sage.

- How's Yvette? - She be all right. Sleepin'.

I can't be givin' you money every time you get one of these girls pregnant, Jody.

Yeah, mama, I know.

This is my friend, Melvin.

He's helpin' me with my new garden.

He owns a landscapin' business.

Maybe you can work for him and make some money, Jody.

Your mama tell me you got a problem findin' a job.

I know how that is.

I had that problem, too, before I went into business for myself.

I'm gonna take these back to the truck.

Okay.

I'ma see you later?

I hope so.

Mmm.

So you got a new boyfriend now?

Hey, mama gotta have a life too.

Tryin' to get this money, homie.

That's all I'm about.

Nigga's out here sleepin'.

Hey homie, want some weed?

Nah man, I'm cool.

Man, I ain't gonna make no money up here,

there's too many weed mans up here.

Let's go holla at these hos, nigga.

Fo sho.

- How's moms doin'? - She cool.

I think she got a new boyfriend and shit.

Some old thug ass nigga.

I know she gonna wanna kick me out.

He gonna wanna lay up in the house,

move my ass out so he can get at my mama.

Next thing you know, he gonna be goin' upside her head.

- Ain't that the way it go? - Hmm.

Why are you still with him anyway?

Y'all forever up in the clinic.

It ain't Jody fault. It take two.

I shouldn't stop takin' my pills.

There you go blaming yourself again.

Girl, how many times I got to hear you callin' on the phone about his ass?

You need to cut him loose.

I don't care if y'all do got a baby together. That don't mean he own you.

Look, Jody be makin' threats, okay?

He don't put his hands on me, no matter how mad he get.

That nigga ain't crazy. Bitch, please.

And how long you been with Chris? Three years?

And how many times that nigga done gone upside yo' head

and put his foot in yo' ass?

Oh, yeah, girl, how yo' eye feel?

It's all right. It's all right.

Shit. Least we livin' together though.

Jody just wanna play with yo life and string you along at his convenience.

He probably with his other baby mama when he ain't with you.

Please believe. He don't love that ho.

Oh, but he love you though, huh?

You need to check him.

What he say about y'all gettin' a place together?

Jody don't wanna live with me. He wanna live with his mama.

Jody, my Jody.

My baby a mama's boy, that's all.

He ain't never gonna leave his mama.

Then let him fuck his mama then, shit.

Have her ass all up at the clinic.

Shit.

I love you, Jody.

I love you too.

I want you to have my baby.

I wanna have your baby, Jody.

I wanna have your baby.

Yes.

Yes, I love you, Jody.

- I love you, boy. - I love you too, girl.

I love you too, Jody.

But you really scare me.

You scare me too.

That's my baby!

- Oh, my baby. - Don't cry, mama.

Give him back! God, please, give him back!

God, please!

Jody!

Uh, can I have my car so I can get to work?

- Your car? - My car!

You better go on with all that, girl. Nigga over here asleep.

Come on, Jody, it's Monday. I can't be late.

Monday? What is that supposed to mean?

Get up, Jody!

Please be on time.

- I'm always on time, Yvette. - Mm-hmm.

Don't have me waitin', Jody. Gimme some sugar.

- Bye. I love you too. - Love you.

- You gonna have a good day? - Yeah.

- Be good, okay? Listen to daddy. - Okay.

- Okay. Love you. - I love you too, mommy.

Okay. Thumbs up. My man.

You be good too.

- I'm always good, baby. - Yeah, right.

Come get in the front, little man.

Young baller, future shot caller.

5:05, Jody. Don't be late.

Uh-huh, yeah.

You over there noddin' your head too? That's my boy.

- Mama... - Wait a minute, Jody! Hold it! Shit!

Mama, you the one got this man out here waitin'.

How do I look?

- All right. Where y'all goin'? - I don't know. I'm just goin'.

Shit, he asked, and I'm goin'.

Necklace or no necklace? You don't know. No necklace.

Mama, why you steppin' out with this man and you don't know where he takin' you?

And how you know to wear that tight ass dress

then if you don't know where y'all goin'?

This is an all-purpose dress. You understand?

I am prepared for anything in this dress.

Plus, he likes music, so we probably gonna go hear some music.

You know where he live? Been to his house yet?

What you know about this man besides him smilin' in your face?

He could be crazy or somethin'.

Is he a killer like Henry?

Why don't you get you one of them L-seven boyfriends?

One of them white-collar brothers with one of them briefcases.