Baby Boy Page #4

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Jody, when I say I hate you, what|I really mean is that I love you.

But you scare me. It's like|we ain't gonna be together.

I'm trying to sleep.

We'll always be together.|Unless I get killed or something.

Don't talk like that.|Don't even play around like that.

I'd go crazy if something happened.

On the real, you know why|I made you have Joe-Joe?

I thought I was gonna get shot|out in these streets.

I wanted a piece of me to still|be here, even if I was gone.

When he was born, I was like, "Cool.|No matter what happens to me...

...I'll still be here in some way."

So if something happened to you,|what about me?

You'd be all right.

Go to sleep.

You don't want me here? Kick me out!

Shut up, Pea! Nobody said that!

Y'all in there-- What?|Sinuating? lnsinuating?

F*** it. I'll leave.

-You need to shut up.|-No, you do.

You're the one talking|loud and making noise.

Are you back-talking me?

Huh? You don't know how|to act towards your man?

I'll put my foot so far up your--|Come on in, Jody.

A houseful of women!|Houseful of sensitive females...

...dealing with they damn hormones!|Y'all unstable creatures!

I won't say the "B" word. "Unstable|creatures." That's my new word.

Mama, don't say nothing.

You'll make it worse.|He's leaving anyway.

I'm trying to concentrate.|They won't let me be. Want a drink?

-No, I'm cool.|-Why are you acting all shy?

My house is your house|Mi casa es su casa!

I got milk, water, Kool-Aid...

...strawberry soda. I'll get you|a strawberry soda.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Daniels.

I'm so sorry. I love you.

And Kim. In fact, I love you more,|'cause without you...

...Kim wouldn't be here.

Y'all said you love me!|You told me I could stay here!

Bought me new clothes|and the video game!

I thought we had a family!|I got no family!

I'm trying to make that happen|with y'all.

-What, nigga?|-Come here.

I'm talking to my family here.

I love y'all. Both of you.

Come on. I need you to roll with me.

All right, then. I'm leaving.

Let's go get some liquor.|Strippers ain't at work yet.

You don't need liquor.|You're already too fired up.

Who the f*** are you calling fired up?

You're responsible for the sh*t|they give me.

You still ain't found me no job!|Hook me up with your business!

When you gonna find me a job?

-Why I gotta find you a job?|-'Cause you my man!

Okay. Step to my office.

All right.

You have a mission. I'm gonna give|you one piece of merchandise.

If you can sell it,|we can talk business.

-Sell one thing.|-One thing.

Check it out.

I got dresses, shoes, baby clothes.|Take your pick.

I'll sell this dress.

-Not that.|-I know what I want to sell!

Yes, the original cake.|The original man.

Salaam. Break bread, brother.

Hey, take a look at this dress.|Want to buy it?

-Not my color.|-No, no, hold on. Stand still.

Look at that. That looks good.

I don't want it.|It don't even look in season.

It is. They're wearing this in Paris.

I saw Tyra Banks in this|and you finer than her.

What's the material?

Goddamn! You want to buy|the dress or not?

You treat me like I'm some|f***er asking for change.

I'm doing something constructive.

I could be out knocking folks over,|but I'm trying to live right.

You call that living right?|Selling a stolen dress?

I ain't stole nothing in my life!|I got this from my homeboy.

That's what y'all do? Boost?

Sell stolen stuff? Like that man|there trying to sell that camera?

-You don't want me answering it?|-Go ahead. It's probably for me.

Collect call from|California Correctional Facility.

Correctional Facility?|Do you accept the charges?

Hell, no!

Who's calling you from jail?|That nigga Rodney?

Oh, you don't hear me now? Hello!

Rodney's lonely. He just want|someone to talk to. Don't trip.

That why the phone bill|was an extra $1 00?

I'm paying you to talk to him?|You putting my money on his books too?

Didn't I tell you|to put a block on the phone?

You don't listen to nobody.

Don't even trip.

Collect call from|California Correctional Facility.

I accept.

-Hello, Yvette?|-This ain't no motherfucking Yvette.

Put her on the phone!

This is my house!|Don't ask to speak to my woman!

Your house, nigga?|You don 't even live there.

Is this Jody? The Jody|that got my boo pregnant?

Who won't take his|responsibilities as a man?

Living at your mama's house?|Running around...

...like a little boy? You's a b*tch!

Look at you! What you got?|Your ass in jail!

Don't tell me how to handle mine.

Don't call my f***ing house no more!

My girl ain't feeling you, cuz!

Nigga, concentrate on|not dropping the soap...

...b*tch-ass nigga!

F*** you, cuz.

I want a block on the f***ing phone!

All right, Jody! Damn!

What are you doing, sitting on the|phone, telling him my business?

He's saying :

"You still live with your mama!"|I don't want to hear that!

She's so suspicious.|She always think I'm f***ing someone.

I go to the bathroom,|"You got a b*tch in there?"

I'm going to the store,|"There a b*tch at the store?"

Then I got to come home to Melvin|and his bullshit.

I want to get saved.

Say what, bruh?

Get the f*** out of here!|We're talking.

Poncho! I'll be done with your bike|in an hour. Come back.

I want to be saved, Jody.

I need to be baptized,|so I can go to heaven.

Wash my sins away,|so them gates open up.

I don't want Jesus to say,|"Turn your ass around."

You should do it too.|Get baptized with me.

What did you do, man? You did|something bad to be saying this.

No, I'm trying to keep|from doing something. I need money.

A job to keep me busy.

Something besides|playing Madden all day.

I don't even stay at Kim's house|during the day. I leave at 9 :00.

Come back at 6, acting like|I did something constructive.

Like I'm working.

I ain't did that sh*t|since continuation school.

Sneaking around Kim and her mama|like I'm a child.

Like I'm a scared little boy. I gotta|ask my woman and her mama for money.

How do you think that makes me feel?|Like a man?

This sh*t is tearing me up, cuz.|It's eating me alive.

I don't want to end up killing nobody.

What am I gonna do, Jody?

Sh*t, I was in the same boat too.

You gotta find something you like|to do. Something you're interested in.

Like I did.

What you good at?

Robbing.

-Hey, Jody.|-What's going on?

-What's up, Jody?|-What's going on with you?

-I need some new boots.|-I got you covered with gator, girl!

They might be bootleg,|but I got you, girl!

Dresses! I got some business suits|coming in! You'll love those!

Why are you yakking and talking sh*t?

I'm trying to make money. When|money come in, you never complain.

Don't be cute.

Nice and quiet. My own little spot.

Watch my tomatoes. Got some wine.

Over there. I think I see|some weeds by the peppers.

Why don't you use Weed-B-Gon?

I'm a natural gardener.|That's how it was done way back.

You get on your knees|and pull them up.

It's what my mom and daddy did.|It's what I do.

Remember to put the weeds|in the compost pile.

You doing nothing|but bossing me around.

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