Chapter & Verse

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(siren wailing)

My name is S. Lance Ingram.

They used to call me "L."

Or Crazy L from 118th.

Check these streets.

Check with your crew

in the joint.

Find out who I am.

(music playing)

(drums playing)

Man:

Wait for it.

What about Pentium servers?

A lot of our calls are for

upsizing Cisco crossovers.

Yeah.

You know, walk me

through it once, I'm good.

Okay, great, thanks.

We'll get back to you.

You have to fill out

the application online.

Once we check your background

and your references,

then we'll call you

for an interview.

- No jobs, no jobs.

- I'll work the first week

for free.

- Go away.

- No harm, no foul.

- Check it, I'm good.

- Hey, hey. Don't touch

anything.

Come on, man.

Give me a chance.

- Yes, police.

- All right. All right,

I'm leaving.

(drums playing)

Enjoy the rest of your day.

Thank you. Appreciate it.

How are you doing, sir?

Little change,

dollar, smile,

a thumbs up,

high-five.

Anything.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Have a great day.

You've been

a wonderful audience.

Man:
When I call your name,

I don't care where

you are in line,

just step forward.

John Hand.

Man #2:

All that DNA bullshit.

I liked it better

in the old days when they

gave you a cup to piss in.

Keep it down, folks.

Gulp down a half

a bottle of vinegar,

your sh*t will still

come out clean.

Man:
Ingram.

Print it

and sign it.

- Find a job?

- Not yet.

- It's been four weeks.

- I've been out there every day.

By rights, I should

put you on a van back

to Green Haven tomorrow.

Go there. 9:
00 a.m.

Supervisor's name

is Yolanda Reyson.

A food pantry?

Come on, Mr. Morris,

they had me working

in a mess hall

in the joint

for eight years.

- Then you should be good to go.

- I got two computer

certificates.

I took piano lessons.

You don't see my ass

up in Carnegie Hall.

Be there 8:
45,

or I'll cuff you

on the prison van.

Fellas, curfew's at 9:00 p.m.

At 9:
05, I lock the door

and you're violated.

Have a good one.

- (chatter in distance)

- (ball bouncing)

Go, go, go, go.

All right, go ahead.

Go, go, go.

All right, these pies,

they should be sliced

and put in trays.

Come on. Let's go.

We should've been

prepping for dinner already.

What's going on over here, huh?

Excuse me.

Half the clients

are gonna starve before

you make this delivery.

Cohen, you better wake up.

You back on drugs?

Just what the clinic

gives me for my nerves.

Mm-hmm.

Santiago's out with the flu.

- And you are high

on tranquilizers.

- I'm fine.

All right, you know what?

Follow me.

Move it.

Okay, you're gonna

take the keys to

van number two

and you are gonna

handle this route.

- I needs to be out by two.

Let's go.

- I can't drive.

Oh, my goodness.

Wow, another useless body.

Okay, do you know

how to run a straight line?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

Then run your butt to the subway

and make the deliveries.

Make the deliveries.

(music playing)

Woman:

I know we didn't discuss

Harlem as a possible local,

but this is such

an up-and-coming--

- It's the hottest new area.

- No, no, no.

- I've heard that.

- And I love this building.

- Woman #2:
Wow.

- Woman:
Beautiful views

- of both Harlem

and Central Park.

- Man:
Nice.

There's a rooftop garden

and a garden in the back.

- Man:
Yeah?

- 1.2 million.

- Lovely.

- All right. That's great, Faye.

- This is so nice for Harlem.

- Faye?

Faye:
Everything else

around here has been

going for much more,

so you're gonna save

yourself a lot of money.

(music playing)

(chatter, laughter)

- I think they play tonight.

- Yo, I got five on it.

Nah, nigga,

I'm talking 30.

- If you wanna put money up.

- All right, 30, bet.

- You got 30 on it?

- 30.

- Bet on Gunners, nigga.

- All right.

I wanna see the look

on your face when them niggas

lose in the first round.

- Hey, yo, you got that hook?

- Yeah.

- Give it to Ty.

- All right.

Come here, son.

Come here, Ty.

That's you

over there.

I'll talk about it later.

Hold up, hold up.

Grab that nigga's

iPhone, too.

You heard?

Go do that.

- Man, f*** that!

- Yo. What up?

What the f*** you mean,

"what's up"?

Where the f*** you going, nigga?

Tag this motherf***er.

Hit him again!

- Let him know what's up!

- Ah!

Get him on everything!

- Come on, nigga.

- Yeah, Gunner sh*t, b*tch.

- (door opens)

- Let me see some I.D.

- You're blind.

- Are you deaf?

- It got a picture?

- Yes.

- Whose?

- Mine.

Okay, then.

This is Harlem,

you can't be too safe.

22. 23.

Yo, that was 25, son.

Where you learn

how to count, my nigga?

Man, I learned how to count

the same place as you, nigga.

That's not--

I'll show you what I got.

- Yeah, I can

get up there, nigga.

- (laughing)

- A'ight, one, two.

- (grunting)

- All the way up,

all the way down.

- Three.

What's up?

Yo, you up

there, Rodney.

Where the money at?

Where the money?

(chattering)

Excuse me.

Move your ass

out the way.

(doorbell rings)

Hello?

Hello?

Food delivery.

Bread from the Heart.

(sighs)

Ty?

Get your crackhead ass

out of my house!

Police!

Don't make me get my gun.

I'm delivering

your dinner, ma'am.

Bread from the Heart.

Well, you don't knock?

You just walk up in

people's houses?

- I don't know you.

- I did knock.

The door--

the door was wide open.

I keep telling that boy

to close that door.

- Where's Santiago?

- Santiago out sick.

I just-- I just

need you to sign

the delivery paper, ma'am.

Just get--

They put cabbage

on this plate?

That was the menu.

Y'all know I'm allergic

to cabbage.

What the hell

is wrong with you?

Bringing all this nasty food

up in my house.

- You out your damn mind.

- No, you out your damn mind.

- Crazy-ass woman.

- Get your ass out of here.

- Crazy woman.

- You just go ahead and leave!

(chattering)

Ingram.

Been looking for you.

My office.

Eh, it just shutdown on me.

- That's all?

- That's all.

I gotta get my monthly

report out tonight.

Dime.

Paperclip.

Circuit board is loose.

(computer chimes)

This will hold for a while,

but you need to upgrade.

You really know

how to fix these things.

All right. Okay.

I'll come in.

- Hey, man,

I gotta get on that...

- You out of here?

Okay, Cohan, why don't you take

Santiago's route?

I'll go.

You need to be

scrubbing pots and utensils.

I'll do that, too.

(doorbell rings)

(woman humming, gasps)

What do you want?

No salt. No cabbage.

I made the plate myself.

(sighs)

Come on in.

(music playing on TV)

(man talking on TV)

- Thank you.

- So, what you go to jail for?

The only people that

deliver around here

are junkies or convicts,

and you got too many

muscles to be on drugs.

Got locked up

for being stupid.

How much time

they give you for that?

12 years.

Did eight.

- Those are

my grandson's drawings.

- They pretty good.

They gave him an art prize

at his school.

Oh, and that's on

my granddaddy's farm,

down in South Carolina.

Oh, wait.

Let me show you this.

The Showman's Lounge.

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