American Violet Page #3

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- Miss Roberts,

despite what Mr. Foster

believes to be

the strength of his case,

because your record

is relatively clean

and due to the nature-

- And because of the age

and the needs of your children.

- He's prepared

to offer you a plea.

- If you plead guilty

to felony possession

with intent to distribute,

you can go home today

with a ten-year

suspended sentence

and a small fine.

- But I never sold any drugs.

- Then post bail.

We'll set a court date.

- $70,000?

Or you can stay in jail

and await your pretrial hearing

in...

end of March.

- That's almost six months.

I can't do that.

What am I gonna do

about my kids?

- I'm sorry the burden

your behavior has imposed

on your children,

Miss Roberts.

That is why I'm prepared

to offer you a plea.

But be under no doubt,

if you don't take the plea,

we will prosecute you to

the fullest extent of the law.

Good-bye, David.

- What's he mean by

"the fullest extent of the law"?

- 16 to 25 years.

[Toilet flushing]

- Be careful the sh*t you hear

from the public defender.

- Mm-hmm.

- Did he tell you,

if you plea, you a felon?

- No more food stamps,

no AFDC,

no welfare,

no Medicare

for you or your kids,

never again.

- Can't get a job.

Can't vote.

You girls

in the project?

Then they throw you out.

That's government housing.

- Mm, mm, mm, mm

Mm, mm, mm

[somber piano music]

Mm, hm, mm

Mm, hm, mm

Mm, hm, mm

Mm, mm-mm

Mm

Mm, mm

- I don't want to be late.

[Knocking on door]

[Loud hip-hop music playing]

[Knocking on door]

- Who's out there?

- Miss Alma Roberts.

I came to get

my granddaughters for church.

- Yay.

[Child crying]

- Are they ready?

Oh, come on, baby.

Don't push her.

Come on, sweetie.

Come here, pumpkin.

[Child crying]

- Her diaper is full.

- She ain't bothered by it.

- I'm bothered by it.

- It bothers you,

you change it.

- I'll come by

when I want them back.

- That's great.

Darrell,

that's just great.

Come on, y'all.

- Glory

- Glory

- Glory

Our Lord

- You don't think

she might've been

mixed up with drugs,

do you?

- Heck no.

Dee ain't no angel, but

she sure ain't no drug dealer.

- Sherice is fighting.

- What?

- Grandma,

Sherice is fighting.

- What's going on?

Come here.

- Let go!

Ow!

- Cut that out!

Don't you push her!

Sherice!

Acting like that

in your Sunday clothes.

Quit it!

Stop it!

- Come on.

Stop that this instant.

- Hey, hey.

- This is what the Lord expects

from you on the Sabbath?

Sherice, Chantrelle,

what's wrong?

- She grabbed me.

- 'Cause you called my mama

a drug dealer.

- Your mama

is a drug dealer.

- Oh, oh, wait a minute!

- Stop that now.

- Come on,

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