Blackout Page #7

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you know what I mean?

You play that sh*t in the Middle East,

this is Brooklyn, New York, baby.

Next.

No, on the real, son,

you gotta chill the f*** out, son.

I'm too hot for this bullshit.

You've been bugging since yesterday.

You gotta max that sh*t out, bro.

For real.

Now's the time to make yours, man.

That's the same Harlsborough cat

that drove by the store earlier, man.

CJ don't have me feeling

all this stuff out here right now.

Bullshit. Word is bond...

Damn, dawg, why in the f*** are you

drilling me like that man?

Excuse me?

Hey, yo, what's up, man?

You looking at me

like you know me or something, man.

Niggas don't know me over here, man.

What's up, yo?

There's no stores

over on Harlsborough?

Last time I checked,

there were stores over on Harlsborough.

Can't hear what you're saying, man.

Come here, yo.

No, no. Chill.

Yeah, that's what up, man. What's up?

Y'all should do your motherfucking job

find them niggas that killed my man.

-What's good with that?

-We don't want no problem.

If I was you, I'd keep my voice down.

If you was me? This is my block!

What's the problem man?

You know me or something?

-Yeah, I know you.

-What's up, nigga?

You know me?

What's going on, man,

what you gonna do?

I'm gonna take that f***ing gun!

We got power, baby!

We got power! We got power!

Hey, yo, Ali, man...

What y'all need?

-Hey, Fatima.

-Hey, Ali.

It's crazy out there, huh?

I guess your surprise evening

was ruined last night.

In more ways than you can imagine.

I am sure you can

make it up some other time.

I'm afraid yesterday's blackout

shed light in my apartment last night.

Reggie and I are no longer together.

Say word? I mean, for real?

-I'm sorry to hear about that.

-Really?

I'm not.

Take care, Ali.

Fatima, wait.

Listen.

Maybe you and I can catch some

spoken word sometime.

You know, have dinner, get to know

each other outside of this element.

You asking me out?

Yeah.

I mean, I was respecting your boy,

but if he did something stupid

to lose a beautiful gem like yourself...

I can't just sit back and let you get lost

Or swept up in some deep sands

Like a pestilence coming across

the lands you've been looking for

Okay, that's enough poetry.

Wow, I never...

I never thought about you like that,

and it's a...

-It's not you, you know what I'm saying?

-No, I understand.

We're cool and everything,

but I just never...

So I'll see you around.

Hey, I hope you feel better.

Okay.

Okay?

Call me.

I'll do that.

Bye, Ali.

Yeah!

Thank you, Allah. Thank you.

-He better be here.

-Yeah.

Where... Oh, yeah.

You're a day late!

Well, George, I think this is it.

Thank you for everything.

Hey, you're welcome. You know,

it's not every day I get company.

You know, I've been thinking I'm gonna

have to get these places renovated.

I mean, I have to keep them updated

just to keep the need for

all these repairs down.

What do you think?

The tenants will be happy to hear that.

They better be happy. I don't want them

pestering my superintendent.

Your hands are gonna

be full with these renovations, right?

That's true. That's true.

George.

Listen, you call me, all right?

Keep me personally updated

with everything, any time, any place.

You call me directly.

Any problems, all right?

-I'll do that, sir, thanks.

-Take care of yourself.

You, too.

Hey, boss, you all right?

How did you make out last night?

I'm fine.

I'm just great,

everything turned out great.

I'm really sorry about that, you know.

I mean, leaving you out here.

You know, with all the power out,

I had no way of reaching you,

and then I thought it might be

dangerous if I returned.

You know, maybe you might have

taken a cab or something.

You thought I might have

taken a cab or something?

How the hell do you think I could have

gotten a cab here last night?

By holding my wallet up in the air?

Flashing my ass?

You know what? Never mind.

Everything, Anthony, is just fine.

-Don't worry about it, okay?

-Okay.

Okay, so how did it work out

with George? Did you kick him out?

No, actually, I didn't kick him out.

I learned a great deal about George

during the course of our evening

last night,

and I found out, in fact,

that he is an asset to me,

so he's staying.

I am, however, contemplating firing you

for deserting my ass here last night.

Are we going to start

some time this century?

Or are you gonna plan to stay in this

neighborhood for the rest of my life?

Hey, George.

-Hey, youngblood, how you been?

-Good, I'm good. Better now, I guess.

Now is it me, or does it suddenly feel

just a little bit cooler now?

I think it's you.

Little man, come here, man.

Hold up. When you gonna fix

this dude's head up, man?

I got you. I got you.

Go ahead, man.

I'm just playing with you.

That sh*t is good!

He make you look good!

You jacked him up,

but you ain't mean to.

Power has officially

been restored in NYC.

With the exception of a few minor,

sporadic incidents,

reports indicate that there have been

very few cases of looting, some fires,

mostly as a result of burning candles.

There's been few, if any,

violent cases of attacks.

New Yorkers, if anything,

were helpful, supportive

and were on their best behavior,

proving that the will and the power of

the people of this city

cannot and will not be broken.

I'm going to the corner store.

Get some milk.

Oh, God!

My people! My people!

Having fun. The lights are back on.

You can go back to having fun now.

You just missed

a goddamn-near opportunity of your life!

You spent time in the dark.

Dark's a very special place, you know.

You can see things.

You can see things that you don't see

out here with all the distracting bullshit.

You see that true light.

Stevie Wonder. Ray Charles.

Helen Keller.

They all saw

something special in the dark.

They got smart in the dark.

What did you do? Little humpty-hump?

Or steal something?

Now the lights are back on,

business as usual.

Black out, black in,

black in, black out, black out.

You should find you a dark spot.

We can learn something.

Oh, God!

We need a messiah.

Somebody that can come and say

to all the CJs in the world,

"Lazarus, rise up and walk. "

And wipe away all the tears

from a million mothers' faces.

Out here, business as usual.

Everybody having a good time.

Just another day in the ghetto.

Just another day in Brooklyn.

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