Apologies 4 any insulting speech. My idea of how folks talk in sitcoms is all over the map, and not meant to offend.

“Wassup, my man?”

“Hey, yeah...”

“Dude, what’s with you man?”

“Huh?”

“This ain’t you, man. What happened?”

“What? Forget it. It’s nothin’.”

“Bullshit. What happened to you, man?”

“I just got something workin’ on me, that’s all. Is that okay?”

“Nah. You look pretty damn far from okay. What’s the deal?”

“You remember what we were talkin’ about the other day?”

“This again?”

“You know I’m right about this.”

“That doesn’t change anything. We been over this.”

“My boy, Will don’t belong here.”

“S’right man. That’s just what it is tho. He might make it out. He’s got skills.”

“All kinds of people got skills, man. They don’t get out. They end up flippin’ burgers in the BK lounge when they got mad talent nobody ever gets to see. Look at him. No dad. His mom is buggin’ half the time. He’s gonna work that minimum and get old takin’ care of her sorry ass.”

“True... sad but true.”

“Nuh-uh, man. Not him. He’s going places. All he needs is a chance.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Nah, man. Check this out. My boy’s got this uncle, right? Out in Cali? The man’s got MONEY, you know what I’m sayin’? He’s livin’ it.”

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“Where’s this coming from?”

“I know this drummer out there. You met him once. You remember Jazz? This fool is stupid for Will’s cousin. He’s lookin’ for an in with their family so he can get in tight. But that’s not the important thing here man. Will’s what’s important.”

“So? If Daddy Warbucks gave a damn, yer boy wouldn’t be stuck in Wess Phil, right?”

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“So we make him give a damn!”

“Who in the what now?”

“Listen. His mom... is messed up, right? You heard him yesterday. Sayin’ he’s gotta keep his nose clean. If his mom could afford it, she’d put him in a church school or something. Uniforms... Priests.”

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“I ain’t tryin’ to hear that.”

“For real. But check THIS out. What if it was too dangerous for him to go to school here? It’s not like they can move. They can’t afford it. So what’s her alternative if they can’t go, but he can’t stay?”

“... ... Ya know... that could work.”

“I know, right? We get into his shit. Up in his face. Maybe we put a hurt on him, yeah? What happens then? She’ll lose her damn mind. Then what? Can’t move. Can’t let him stay. No dad to send him to... who’s left?”

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“Yo, I don’t know man. This is Will we’re talkin’ about. I’m not gonna feel right about it.”

“You gotta work through that shit, man. You got to look at him and you gotta make yourself see all the stuff holding him back. See it like it’s all over him. Something you can free him from if you just punch hard enough, you see what I’m sayin’? You put a hurt on him bad enough... and he can get out. Just cos he’s born and raised here don’t mean he has to die here too. He can make it man. We can look at him in the future an go, “We did that. That’s on us.”

“That’s fucked up, man.”

“Yeah... I’m not gonna sleep either.”

“You’re not gonna sleep? How far you gonna take this?”

“I dunno, man... We don’t wanna fuck him up. It’s gotta look scary tho. It’s not gonna work if it’s not scary. We just gotta remember. We do this right? He’s gonna be livin’ like royalty.”

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“Yeah... look, hit me up later, alright? Lemme think about this shit first.”

“I know that’s right. See ya.”

“Yeah...”
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(Again, apologies for any insulting dialogue. This isn’t a writing muscle I flex often.)