Finding Forrester

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Marker.

Hey, Jamal!

Jamal, you awake?

Jamal! l know you can hear me, boy.

Jamal, l'm writing all this down.

l've got that thing with your teacher

and l'm working late.

So you're gonna have to take care

of yourself for dinner, okay?

Okay?

Okay.

Hey, l thought you wanted

to get up by 7:
30.

-Play the ball.

-Ball!

-Play the ball.

-Ball!

-You want to change things?

-Check that.

Play ball, baby. Stop crying.

Hold on. What up, J?

Where you been, man?

-What's up?

-Sleep, yo.

-Hey, what's up, man?

-Up wondering how to save your ass.

-What are you saving?

-Hey, Damon.

Let's go.

J, break him up, man.

Take the ball, man, okay?

-Oh, he broke your ankles, man!

-Yeah!

You can't give him that.

-You can't give him that.

-l'm awake.

Come on, yo.

-You got something for me?

-What you got?

Souffle, baby!

Where's the D?

Got nothing for me, man.

A lot of good that's doing.

-lt's something for The Window.

-You ever seen him?

-The Window?

-Yeah.

No. But he see us, man.

Come on, what's wrong with y'all?

Y'all want to play ball?

-All right, baby.

-Wake up.

-You got to help me out, man.

-Shake it!

Hip-hop, man.

ln 1845, Poe wrote his

most famous piece, ''The Raven''...

...a poem he wrote while strung out

on coke and obsessed with death.

''The Raven'' is like the football team.

There's a team obsessed with death.

Always get their ass kicked.

Baltimore Ravens, only pro football

team named after a classic poem.

Anyone read it?

''Once upon a midnight dreary

While l pondered, weak and weary....''

Jamal, how about it?

No, l never read it.

Okay, l need those essays

by next Tuesday.

Yo, man, my dad saw The Window, man.

Yo, man, my dad saw The Window, man.

About 20 years ago.

Just like a ghost, like the ones

that be in our science books.

-Just like that.

-So, what, he was white?

Ain't milk white?

-Ever see a ghost that wasn't white?

-Just playing.

l heard he killed somebody.

That's why he stays inside.

You gotta kill an army to hide here.

-True.

-Y'all play too much.

Remember Shurrita?

She used to live below The Window?

She calls me up this one night,

bugging, dog. Bugging.

Saying she heard this tapping

from upstairs by The Window's place.

Tap...

...tap...

...tap.

While she was on the phone,

she started screaming, dog.

Because now the tapping made

its way down the stairs somehow.

Tap...

-...tap, tap.

-Listen to him, fool.

And now it was on

the other side of her door, dog.

She could tell there was some

type of knife he was tapping with.

Before she can even hang up,

the phone disconnected.

-That's the last time we seen her.

-Shurrita from across the street?

Come on, man, yo.

You know that girl is a crack ho.

No, no, she was nice.

Listen, man, all l know is

that The Window's bad news.

Rules was, you go outside,

you stay away from The Window's place.

-No, stay away from your lying ass.

-Yo, J, you believe me, right?

You full of shit, dog.

Damn.

So let me guess.

So you'd go up in there, right?

lt's an old man

looking out a window, man.

-You'll go?

-He won't go.

-So you'll go up there?

-Let them know, J.

-He's not gonna go.

-This nigga's scared.

Yo, l got the next call.

-So?

-So....

l dare you to go up there, right?

Right? Right?

-Whatever, man. l'll go up there.

-Yeah.

-He's going.

-Big shot. Superman.

-Bring it, son.

-That's my dog.

You feel me.

D, l believe you, dog.

Man, shut up.

Go to class or something.

Here, man, sit over here, son.

Are you kidding me?

Stop playing with me.

-lt's a vibrant thing. Go over there.

-Fine.

Here, take your apple too.

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