Prodigal

Is that your brother?

Okay.

Are you all going home?

You all see your rides?

Okay.

Yeah.

Bye kids.

Hi.

What up, little man?

- Hey, Mister, thank you for helping me today.

- No problem, Miss E. - He was such a big help.

What's up, man?

How was your day?

It was okay.

It was okay?

Why was it just okay?

There's this bully.

Bully?

What's his name?

Jonathan.

- Jonathan, well you tell Jonathan,

next time you see him

that you got a big brother named Kilo.

Ah, Mr. Thompson!

Glad I caught you.

I've left several messages for your mother.

She's not returned any of my calls.

She's a nurse.

She gets busy.

Yeah, indeed.

Then maybe you can pass on a matter of importance for me.

You see our school has graciously granted Cayden here

nearly a full scholarship

leaving only a minuscule portion

to be paid by his family.

Well now that payment is now two months past due.

And sadly, if it is not paid by week's end,

we will have no choice but to disallow Cayden's attendance.

- You know what, you'll get your paper, okay?

I'm sorry, paper?

- You'll get your money, hear me?

Well.

For Cayden's sake, I certainly hope so.

- Come on man, let's get out of here.

Mr. Thompson.

Just one second, please.

I overheard Rawlings.

And I have some money saved up.

I'd be so glad to help catch up Cayden's tuition.

Oh what you think this is,

help the little handicap kid, huh?

You think we need your money?

You keep it, all right?

We don't need it.

Kilo, don't be like that.

- No, that's not what I'm offering.

Cayden is brilliant.

He's a 12 year old doing 12th grade work.

I'd hate to see him miss any schooltime.

- Well you know what, I tell you what,

you're not his mom nor are you his sister.

So you keep your money, we don't need it.

We good.

Kilo!

- Come on man, let's get outta here.

Look.

I apologize.

That was rude.

It's just this asshole pissed me off.

Rawlings?

He pisses everybody off.

Look.

We're good though, thank you.

Okay.

- Let's get out of here, man.

- Hey Kilo, how we gonna pay for my surgery

and my tuition?

- Don't worry about all that, little man, all right?

We got that covered, okay?

Okay.

All right.

- I know bro, I'm telling you man.

Yo.

So I'm sitting here, right?

Christine fine ass.

Guess who the fuck comes through the door, bro?

- No. - Guess who comes

through the door, man.

Not your ex Karia, dog.

Karia crazy ass, man.

Yo her eyes damn near like bugged out

when she see me sitting here

with this fine ass white chick.

That's wild.

- Yo, so like we're sitting here.

Karia ass tried to jump on Christine.

What?

Tell me you broke it up.

- I tell you. - You ain't just let

them go at it.

- This white bitch started to beat the fuck

out of Karia bro, yo, that shit was hilarious, bro.

Like, I couldn't stop laughing.

Like I wanted to help

but I seriously couldn't stop laughing, bro.

Like it was crazy, man. - Yo.

That's wild!

- Christine was just like mobbing her, bro, like

bloop, bloop, bloop a doop. - That's fucked up too.

Now you're just being poetic.

- Hell yeah, that shit was coming.

- Yo. - Yo, what's going on, bru.

It's good, it's good.

- June, what up, homie? - Yeah, yeah.

- Good? - Great.

Man what's so goddamn funny bro?

- Man this boy still messing around

with them white girls, dog.

Bro, it's not even like that.

Yeah?

Yeah that white meat gonna get you killed.

Watch what I tell you bro.

I don't need too much fooling like that,

you know what I'm saying?

I feel you.

Tried to tell this fool.

Won't listen though.

Whatever, bro.

- Hey y'all ready to do this shit, bro?

Hell yeah.

Let's do it.

Get going.

- Hey Lo, where you at, boy?

Coming up.

- Oh bro, this that truth right here, man.

- Yeah you already know that's the AR.

That's the AR, you know how I do.

You gonna need that firepower though.

For real.

Know what I'm saying?

- Cool picking you and your military friends.

You ever get up with them?

Nah.

Ain't gonna either.

What you mean?

You all right?

All them dudes is dead, bro.

Sorry to hear that.

- Y'all help me with this shit, man.

Oh, damn!

Oh shit.

- Hey there's gonna be a gang of niggas with guns

in that crib, bro.

So we gonna need my good shit.

- How'd you manage to keep all this?

- If I tell you I'd have to kill you.

Nah, I'm just messing with you, boy.

Go ahead, get something, get something.

- You funny as fuck, bro.

Ooh, man yo.

Bro, what you doing with a grenade, man?

You're gonna need two of them.