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Debo jumps up staggering with scrapes and bruises.

DEBO:

You know I'mma find you! You can run ya'

can't hide!

BACK IN CAR - CONTINUOUS

Craig screams out the window.

CRAIG:

You fake ass Suge Knight!

Mr. Jones is a bit shaken up.

MR. JONES

That nigga worst than them damn pit

bulldogs or something! That's why moving

wit'cha Uncle Elroy and Cousin Day-Day is

the best thing for you right now.

CRAIG:

(with attitude)

Ya'll making me look like a punk.

MR. JONES

It ain't about being a punk, son. It's

about this...

Craig smells something in the air.

MR. JONES (cont'd)

My great, great grand daddy on my Momma

side; had a saying... 'See a fool --

leave a fool.' Somebody else a get him.

Plus, I don't want that fool shooting at

my house trying to hit yo' ass.

CRAIG:

What's that smell?

Mr. Jones sniffs.

MR. JONES

Must be your upper lip, 'cause I don't

smell nothing.

CRAIG:

(holding his nose)

I do.

MR. JONES

What it smell like?

CRAIG:

Smells like you didn't fall in no mud.

Mr. Jones grabs the air freshener from under the seat. He

starts to spray too much. Craig's window won't roll down.

CRAIG (cont'd)

What's wrong with the window?

MR. JONES

I gotta get'em fixed. They don't roll

down.

CRAIG:

All damn.

MR. JONES

Just hold your breath.

EXT. CITY OF RANCHO CUCAMONGA - MORNING

They exit the freeway and pass a sign that reads, "Rancho

Cucamonga" (the city away from the city).

EXT. UNCLE ELROY'S STREET - CONTINUOUS

Welcome to the suburbs. Where the "Smiley Happy People" live

in peace and quiet.

The neighborhood is full of green lawns and nice two story

track homes as far as the eye can see. The yellow truck

drives through the streets and pulls up to a cul-de-sac. Mr.

Jones BLOWS the HORN.

MR. JONES

Nice neighborhood, huh?

CRAIG:

It's alright.

MR. JONES

18-years of chasing dogs; and my lazy ass

brother hits the lotto his first time

playing. I still can't figure that one

out.

CRAIG:

Why they got to have the loudest house on

the block!

Uncle Elroy's house is royal blue with gold trim. All the

other houses are painted in earth tones.

MR. JONES

Ah, son, don't be no hater. You know

your uncle ain't got no taste. Just

don't let him rub off on you.

Craig grabs his bags.

CRAIG:

You coming in?

MR. JONES

No, I'mma go on to work. I don't wanna

hear Elroy's mouth. Now listen to me,

Craig. It's gonna be different living

over here. Don't let your uncle and your

cousin get you into no sh*t. Understand?

CRAIG:

Hey, Pops, I'm grown. Can't nobody get

me in trouble no more.

As craig gets out; the front door flies open. It's DAY-DAY

(22), Craig's crazy younger cousin. He yells back into the

house.

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