Squeeze

( distant voices in slow motion)

Pump your gas for you, ma'am?

-Uh... - Just for some spare change. Anything would help.

Um, all right. Fill it up with regular.

- But don't top it off. - Regular, no top off.

- All right. - That's right.

Oh, you know if you don't turn off your engine

you could cause an explosion.

I want to fill it up with regular.

Hey, I told you don't touch the machine!

- It took my money. - No!

Yeah, wash the back window, too.

For what? It's a fill-up. She gave me a 20, come on.

- See if you can get a couple more out of her. - I'll try, man.

- Big tip? - Hope so.

There you go.

- Here, thanks. - Thank you.

How much?

That's it?

I told you, man, washing that back window was stupid.

I could tell she was cheap.

Yeah, we should have smashed it.

That cheese belly smellin' tipped over roast lookin'

frosted flake eatin' queen of the hamburger helpers.

Y'all make some money for it though

with or without you, man.

Can I help you?

Yeah...

you can give me, uh, $3 worth.

$3, that's it?

This big-ass van will drink that getting around the corner.

That's all I have.

You ain't gonna get much either.

Regular.

You can spare some change, sir?

- Couple of quarters, - Together: 50 cents?

How old are you?

- 15. - What's your name?

Tyson.

J.J.

Good to meet you.

You go to school?

No, I need to make some money.

- You want a job? - Doing what?

Over at CDC,

Youth center across the way, red shirts.

I don't know about that. I got to think about it.

- This is really all I have. - Thanks.

What we got to do for that job?

You know red shirts, red shirt work.

I'll think about it. Is this really all you got?

Peace out.

Yeah, wait up! Wait up!

What about my boys?

You can bring them along if they want.

All right, man. Peace out.

Yo, Ty...

Come by.

- What'd he say? - Something about getting a red shirt job.

- A what? - ( hearing-impaired voice ) A red shirt job.

Fuck you.

You know those kids that sweep up and shit.

Oh, I ain't sweeping up for no one,

looking all stupid.

We got to work? I ain't even doing that.

Or you can sit on your lazy ass and beg for quarters all day,

but you can't get a real job?

- What's up with that, man? - What's up with that, man?

See, I'm all about me.

- Myself - And I.

Reggie's the nicest player in the NBA.

He's-- he's dead.

Reggie Lewis? You're crazy.

Everybody knows Jordan is the best.

I'm not trying to say Jordan ain't good or nothin'

but Reggie's, just, you know...

special.

If Reggie Lewis was so special,

how come he doesn't have any Reggie Lewis sneakers?

What the hell you know about basketball?

Goya bean-eatin' gooey-headed monkey.

Don't touch my hair.

Nobody talk bad about Reggie, man.

He came to my school during Thanksgiving and shit.

Gave out turkeys and stuff.

Welfare!

Matter a fact, he gave me two turkeys.

I don't care what y'all say, yo, Reggie's the bomb.

When I make it pros...

when I make it to the pros, I'm wearin' a 35. Watch.

You ain't gonna go nowhere.

You'll be lucky enough to make it to the drafts.

I'm about to go in, man.

Come on, don't go in. There won't be no more fun.

I was supposed to be in a couple of minutes ago.

I'm about to jet, too.

All right, then. Peace out.

Oh, yeah, Ty, don't take it to the head.

We're just messing with you about Reggie.

- All right. - Peace out.

- Hello. - Man: Hello.

This is the Boston public school department's

automated attendance record.

Your child-- Tyson Little--

has been absent from school-- 124 days.

Man: * Happy when I close my eyes *

* Happy when I go go sleep

* Happy they'll be no surprise *

- * I'm so happy - Chorus: * Happy

* I'm so happy

* Just happy

* I'm so happy.

- Pump your gas for you? - Yeah, fill up my tank, baby.

All right.

Man said fill the fucking tank.

Shit.

Are you deaf, stupid motherfucker?

I'm not speaking fucking Japanese, huh?

Regular or super?

Just fill up my tank, stupid motherfucker.

I need the money first.

Damn, man, you ain't done yet?

Hey, yo, Kunta, What's the problem?

You need a drumbeat? Check it out. Check it out.

Oh, whoa, what? I get it.

It's a bitch-ass nigger, huh?

Yeah, you angry little ho.

Hey, yo, Tommy, check him out.

He's fuckin' begging.

Don't give that nigger shit. Fuck that!

Shut the fuck up, Marcus.

Or your ass gonna be out there with them,

nickel and diming, collecting cans.

You listen to me. What's your name?

T-Tyson.

Well, champ...

that's the last quarter you gonna get around here.

Tommy: This ain't no PG-13 block.

It's restricted. You get me?

Blam! ( laughs )

Man: * Huffin' and puffin'

* Everybody knows I'm coming

* Huffin' and puffin'

* Everybody knows I'm coming **

I can't believe Marcus, man. He was talking mad shit.

Na.

We sold out, dog.

Without Uzi and Tommy and them,

they make him think he's LG.

LG...

Where the fuck were you?

- What do you mean, where the fuck was I? - You're my boys!

Man, we ain't shit.

We ain't nobody. Nobody.

My brother was down with a crew, but we don't got shit, man.

What the fuck was I supposed to do?

Point my finger at him and tell him to stop?

I'm sorry, dog.

I'm sorry, y'all.

We're gonna get that bitch, man.

I ain't nobody's punk.

Marcus thinks he's tough shit.

Fuck his ass from the fuckin' same...

not worth a damn.

Ty, Ty, do it, do it.

- Hey, LG. - Fuck you calling me?

Come here, motherfucker!

You got him. We got him.

You gotta check his pockets, check his pockets.

Hurry up!

Man: Hey!

Damn.

Ahh!

Man: * Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa *

Hah!

* Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Hah!

* Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Hah!

* Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa *

Hah!

* Everybody was kung fu fighting *

* I mean, it was really exciting *

* You know he was fast as lightning *

* They really had expert timing *

* There was little Jimmy Chong and Bobby... *

* There was Robbie in the match *

* And rip the heart attack

* Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Hah!

* Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Hah!

* Everybody was kung fu fighting *

Have you ever been c-c-convicted

of a feelon-ey

or a...

These forms don't make any sense

unless you've done them before.

Let's see.

This means have you ever been found guilty

in a trial or anything with a lawyer.