Frankie, I need to speak with you a minute. Please?
- I got to go, Ma. - No, sit down just a minute.
Would you please come back a little later?
Thank you.
- Ma, I got to go. All right? - Just a few words.
Listen to me. I got...
Please, sit down. Just a few words.
I've been thinking about some things.
If you'd been a preacher, your brothers would have been preachers.
Right.
If you'd been a soldier, they'd be soldiers. You know that.
They came here because of you. You called and they came running.
Right.
That's because they look up to you.
They always expect you to know what's best.
But even they know
you don't shoot cops.
Even I know that.
- Eva knows it. - All right, Ma.
The only one who doesn't seem to know is you!
All right, Ma. I got to go. I promise you, I ain't gonna shoot nobody.
I never asked you where all this came from because I didn't want to hear you lie.
I didn't want you to worry about it. Now, come on, I got to go.
Don't lie to me!
Don't do that.
Do you want to make things so bad
for your family that they'll leave you? Because they will.
They'll understand.
She will leave you.
All right, Mama.
I will leave you!