Moonlight

(BORIS GARDINER'S "EVERY NIGGER IS A STAR" PLAYING)

Hey, my man, T., what's going on, dawg?

- What's up, what's up. - ...how you doing?

- What you need? - Can you help me out, man?

No, I can't do it, bro. You gotta keep it moving, bro.

- I can't do it right now, bro. - Come on, man. What you talking about.

Police out here, man. Keep it moving, bro.

- Ey, boy. - Step to the side, man.

- How you doing? - What's good with you?

I'm all right, man. I'm out here, handling business as usual.

Look, man, I don't mean no disrespect or nothing to you,

I'm just trying to see if I can get a little...

You can't get nothing, man. You know what time it is, bruh?

I keep looking out for you, man.

Just a little something, man?

All my something cost a little something, man.

If he ain't got it, get to stepping, nigga.

You know what time it is? I don't feel like repeating myself.

Hey, you know you my man, right, Juan?

- This nigga... (CHUCKLES) - (TERRENCE) Yo. You tripping, man.

See... see... see... see if you can do something here for me...

What the fuck I just told you, man? Let me get this shit!

Nigga, get the fuck out of here, man. Go on!

Oh, get that nigga, man.

- What's up, son? - What's good, baby.

- Yo, I'm just out here, you know. - (JUAN) Yeah.

Regular day. You know... you know...

It's in the cut. Everybody cleaned out if you need anything.

- Business good? - Yeah, it's good.

- I got something for you... - No, no, no. Hold onto that.

- Okay, all right. - Empty the register on the weekend.

All right, no problem, son.

How your mom feeling now?

Oh, she doing good. She doing excellent.

- Better? - She doing better. You know.

She's in my prayers, man.

Most naturally. Thank you.

Thanks for the opportunity. I'm out here.

- (BOY) Get him! - (MAN) Get your ass right here.

- (BOY) Get him! - (BOY 2) Why you always running?

Going around with that faggot ass, bro!

- (MAN) Ain't gonna catch him! - (BOY) Kick his ass!

- (BOY 1) Catch his ass! - (BOY 2) Run, then, nigga!

Come on, bro. Get his gay ass! Catch that faggot ass nigga.

Come on, bro! Catch that nigga! Catch that nigga!

Go around the back.

What you doing in here, li'l man?

Huh?

You don't talk to strangers?

All right . It's cool.

We cool.

Listen...

I'm about to go get something to eat.

You're welcome to join me if you want.

It's okay if I take the front door?

Hmm?

Come on now.

Can't be no worse out here.

(SUPREME JUBILEES' "IT'LL ALL BE OVER" PLAYING)

You not gonna tell me what your name is? Hmm?

How about where you live?

I gotta get you home, li'l man.

Can't have you just running around these dope holes.

You understand?

Hmm?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, my bad.

Oh, man, you know I ain't gonna do you like that.

Hey, man, I apologize, all right?

I'm just trying to get you to say something.

Hey...

I apologize.

Hmm?

All right.

All right.

You all right now...

until my girl come get you, though.

She gonna make you talk.

I'll be right back.

- (JUAN) Teresa! - (TERESA) Hey, baby.

- I found this little boy in a dope spot. - Found a little boy in a what?

Wasn't no crack heads up in there. He by himself.

He ain't talking though,

so why don't you see if you can get him to say something?

Really?

Just go talk to him. Just go talk to him.

I cannot believe you.

- Love you. - Why would you do something like this?

You don't talk much, but you damn sure can eat.

That's all right, baby.

You ain't got to talk 'til you get good and ready.

My name is Chiron.

People call me Little.

All right then, Little.

Well, Imma call you by your name, then.

Where you from, Chiron?

Liberty City.

You live with your mama?

Yes.

What about your daddy?

That's all right.

You want us to take you home, then,

after you get finished eating your food?

Yeah, you gotta tell us where you live, bruh.

No...

Okay.

You can stay here tonight.

Teresa...

Would you like that?

Okay.

What happened?

Huh?

What happened, Chiron?

Why you didn't come home like you supposed to? Huh?

And who is you?

Nobody.

I found him yesterday.

Found him in a hole on 15th.

Yeah. That one.

Some boys chased him in the cut. He's scared more than anything.

He wouldn't tell me where he lived 'til this morning.

Well, thanks for seeing to him.

He usually can take care of himself.

He good that way, but...

Little man.

You a real damn prize, Chiron. You know that?

You gotta come home when you meant to come home.

You hear?

That's all right, baby.

That's all right.

Mama just glad you're home.

Nuh-uh.

TV privileges revoked.

Find something for you to read.

(MOZART'S "LAUDATE DOMINUM" PLAYING THROUGHOUT)

- (BOY 1) Where the ball at? - (BOY 2) I don't got the ball no more!

Hey, Little!

Wassup, man?

Hey, Kevin.

Why'd you leave?

I don't know.

Yeah, it get boring after a while.

What? It's bleeding?

- (CHIRON) What? - You funny, man.

Why you say that?

Just is, that's all.

Why do you always let people pick on you, man?

What you mean?

You always letting them pick on you.

So? What I gotta do?

All you gotta do is show these niggas you ain't soft.

- But I ain't soft. - I know, I know.

But it don't mean nothing if they don't know.

Come on. You want these fools to pick on you every day?

See, Little?

I knew you wasn't soft.

Come on, man.

Give me your head.

Here, let your head rest in my hand. Relax.

I got you, I promise. I'm not gonna let you go.

Hey, man, I got you.

There you go. Ten seconds.

Feel that right there?

You're in the middle of the world, man.

That's good.

Do like this.

Look at you.

More athletic.

There you go... there you go.

Yeah. I think you ready.