[Sean hits Roger Weathers with his newspaper]
Roger Weathers: Mr. Porter?
Sean Porter: Gettin' beatin' in the middle of the night, how'd you like it, Roger? You like that?
[Sean hits him again]
Roger: Whatchu hitting me for?
Sean: What you hit Kelvin Owens for?
Roger: He dissed my 'hood!
Sean: And now he's out there asleep and you're stuck in here. So what does that make you?
[Sean hits him again]
Roger: Hey, man. Can you do dat?
Sean: Can I do what?
Roger: Be smackin' me and shit.
[Sean hits him harder]
Sean: I guess I can.
Roger: SHIT, man!
[Roger sits down on the floor, and Sean drops his newspaper on the floor]
Sean: Roger, you're 17-years-old. Where you gonna be in four years, huh?
Roger: I don't know.
Sean: Answer me. Where you gonna be when you're 21?
Roger: Probably in jail.
Sean: What? Look at me! What'd you say?
Roger: In jail.
Sean: No. You're not gonna be in jail. You're gonna be dead. [Bends down to talk with Roger] You're a good kid, Roger. But you're gonna be back out on the streets tomorrow. Back in your hood with your homeys. You wanna stay alive, you gotta make a life for yourself outside of your set. If you don't do that, if you don't find an alternative, you're gonna die. If you want any kinda help, if you want to talk, I'm here for you. [Stands up, grabs the newspaper, and walks away] Think about it.
Roger Weathers: Mr. Porter?
Sean Porter: Gettin' beatin' in the middle of the night, how'd you like it, Roger? You like that?
[Sean hits him again]
Roger: Whatchu hitting me for?
Sean: What you hit Kelvin Owens for?
Roger: He dissed my 'hood!
Sean: And now he's out there asleep and you're stuck in here. So what does that make you?
[Sean hits him again]
Roger: Hey, man. Can you do dat?
Sean: Can I do what?
Roger: Be smackin' me and shit.
[Sean hits him harder]
Sean: I guess I can.
Roger: SHIT, man!
[Roger sits down on the floor, and Sean drops his newspaper on the floor]
Sean: Roger, you're 17-years-old. Where you gonna be in four years, huh?
Roger: I don't know.
Sean: Answer me. Where you gonna be when you're 21?
Roger: Probably in jail.
Sean: What? Look at me! What'd you say?
Roger: In jail.
Sean: No. You're not gonna be in jail. You're gonna be dead. [Bends down to talk with Roger] You're a good kid, Roger. But you're gonna be back out on the streets tomorrow. Back in your hood with your homeys. You wanna stay alive, you gotta make a life for yourself outside of your set. If you don't do that, if you don't find an alternative, you're gonna die. If you want any kinda help, if you want to talk, I'm here for you. [Stands up, grabs the newspaper, and walks away] Think about it.
[Sean hits Roger Weathers with his newspaper]
Roger Weathers : Mr. Porter?
Sean Porter : Gettin' beatin' in the middle of the night, how'd you like it, Roger? You like that?
[Sean hits him again]
Roger : Whatchu hitting me for?
Sean : What you hit Kelvin Owens for?
Roger : He dissed my 'hood!
Sean : And now he's out there asleep and you're stuck in here. So what does that make you?
[Sean hits him again]
Roger : Hey, man. Can you do dat?
Sean : Can I do what?
Roger : Be smackin' me and shit.
[Sean hits him harder]
Sean : I guess I can.
Roger : SHIT, man!
[Roger sits down on the floor, and Sean drops his newspaper on the floor]
Sean : Roger, you're 17-years-old. Where you gonna be in four years, huh?
Roger : I don't know.
Sean : Answer me. Where you gonna be when you're 21?
Roger : Probably in jail.
Sean : What? Look at me! What'd you say?
Roger : In jail.
Sean : No. You're not gonna be in jail. You're gonna be dead. [Bends down to talk with Roger] You're a good kid, Roger. But you're gonna be back out on the streets tomorrow. Back in your hood with your homeys. You wanna stay alive, you gotta make a life for yourself outside of your set. If you don't do that, if you don't find an alternative, you're gonna die. If you want any kinda help, if you want to talk, I'm here for you. [Stands up, grabs the newspaper, and walks away] Think about it.
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