Red Hook Summer

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(CHUCKLES)

Good day, darlings.

Have a blessed day, Mother Darling.

(LAUGHS)

Come on, son.

l want you to meet some more people,

the right people, up here in the Hook.

You know,

there's some shady people up here.

This is not Atlanta. You understand?

-Yes.

-Good. Good.

Yeah, l'm going to have to

send you on over to the church

-and do a little bit of...

-Church?

You act like that's a bad word.

What you got against the church, son?

A lot!

lt'll keep you out of...

Morning, Bishop Enoch.

Hello, Mr. Kevin.

You guys can go ahead without me,

l'll catch up with you.

-This your grandson?

-Yep!

Well, we're just on our way to swim club,

if you care to join us.

Yeah, sure.

Are you teaching the word

over at that community center yet?

Nope, just swimming.

Well, there's my grandson's answer.

Well, it was nice meeting you.

Have a good day.

And you.

(ALL CHATTERlNG)

ENOCH:
Morning, Box.

Those are some nice tennis shoes

you got there.

J's, baby.

A little upgrade from them triple-tied

pleatherjoints you're rocking.

Step your sneaker game up, preach.

Why don't you point them J's

down to Lil' Heaven?

'Cause l'm too busy

hustling out here in hell.

That's right.

Can l speak with you a minute?

No, we good, son.

Hold that. What's poppin'?

All the more reason for you

to come and see us.

-God's got a plan for you, Herbert.

-Hey, yo.

BOX:
Can't you see l'm busy out here, man?

ENOCH:
l can see that, plain as day.

Now, is this what your momma,

Sister Augusta, God bless her soul,

prayed for, for all these years?

Building up Lil' Heaven?

ls this what she wanted for you, son?

First, you can take that claw off me,

preacher man.

And the next time

you mention my mother's name...

No disrespect.

l just wanted you

to meet my grandson, Flik here.

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