Chapter & Verse Page #2

I was a barmaid Thursday

through Sunday for 30 years.

You looked good.

- What, I look bad now?

- No. It's just--

No, no, no.

You done put your foot in it.

No, I mean the afro

and everything.

It's too late.

(laughing)

Now, that's

my husband. Al.

I lost him

five years ago to cancer.

And my son Alex.

Lost him to Iraq.

Sorry.

Come sit.

Finish your lemonade.

This show is funny.

Girl, what's you grow

these with, crack?

(continues indistinct)

(door opens, shuts)

Ty.

Excuse me.

Boy, what I tell you about

drinking out of that container?

- Ain't but a little bit left.

- But it don't matter.

This is my grandson Ty.

Lance.

- That's your food.

- He's hungry.

- I'll be all right.

- Let him make a sandwich.

Excuse me?

You got bologna,

bread, mayonnaise.

You better get out of

my darn refrigerator and

mind your own damn business.

This food is for the people

we deliver to.

Yes, and after you

give it to me,

I can flush it down

the toilet if I want to.

- Don't be disrespecting

my grandmother.

- Ty, you sit down.

Ty.

- What?

- Sit down, Ty,

like I told you and eat.

Man:

I f*** Iraqi b*tches.

I f*** Spanish b*tches.

(chuckles)

- Do you have a light? I...

- (lighter flicking)

- I said there's no smoking.

- You got a light?

Shut the f*** up!

- You don't talk

to me like that.

- Shut the f*** up!

Hey, f*** you! F*** you!

I f*** white b*tches.

I hate black b*tches.

Hey, man.

Who won the game?

I said, who won the game?

(grunting)

Yo, L.

How long you been

out the joint, huh?

A few weeks.

Why you acting

all shady and sh*t?

- Shady?

- Shady, nigga. I ain't stutter.

You seen me coming out

the barber shop the other day,

my barber shop,

and you f***ing look

the other way.

- What up with that?

- You said your barber shop?

Yeah, man. I'm trying to make

an honest dollar, all right?

11:
00 a.m. to 11:00 p.m.

every day, every day.

Damn.

Maybe Moses did part the sea.

You thought I was

still in these streets?

Gonna as you to do

some dumb sh*t?

- Nah, a lot of dumb sh*t.

- (laughs)

What you need, man?

You need anything?

- I'm good.

- Don't lie to me.

I'm good.

Sh*t, nigga,

you need a gym.

I ain't trying

to get soft.

I'm Jomo the Soft

now, huh?

Soft like this?

Huh?

Soft like that?

Let's see

what you got.

Oh, no. Oh, you got

the kisses going.

Joint been good

to you, huh?

You're all cock-diesel

and sh*t.

Nigga, wait till you get

some p*ssy and some

Big Macs up in you.

Not me, brother.

If it ain't rough,

it ain't right.

(laughs)

Oh!

Stay up.

Stay up, soldier.

Man:
Dance.

Payday. Anita.

Harris. Don't call in sick.

I know your game.

Gomez. Rodriguez.

My favorite, Cohen.

Yours has a pink slip.

Why you messing

with my head?

Now I have to take

my stress pills.

By yourself

some white T-shirts.

That one's dingy.

(gunshots)

(bullet shell clinking)

- Cock it back?

- Nah, nah, don't cock it back.

(laughs)

(siren chirps)

- Yo. This your phone?

- Yeah, this is my phone.

(overlapping conversations)

- Where's your I.D.? I.D. I.D.

- He's my little bro.

- There's no reason

to arrest him.

- Turn that off.

- They just came out of--

- No need for that, sir.

- I live right here.

- They didn't do nothing, man.

Come on, you're squeezing

his wrists, bro.

- I came from school just now.

- Shh. Quiet.

Turn that thing off.

Turn that thing off right now.

...from school

and I live right here.

My grandmother lives upstairs.

My grandmother lives upstairs.

- They in high school, man.

- Quiet down.

We live right here.

This is our block.

- This is our block, man.

- Excuse me, my man.

Keyboard, printer,

$1,000.

Oh, that's a lot.

Okay, you're nice lady,

so I do every for $900.

This is a refurbished desktop.

It only got

512 megabytes of RAM.

- You get out of

my store right now.

- You're trying to rip her off.

- (dialing phone)

- Yes, police.

- A man is

bothering my customer.

- I know this lady.

- You don't know this lady.

- I'm telling you I know

this lady.

- You don't know this lady.

- Yes, he does.

He's my nephew.

And you tell the cops

to come down here and lock up

your cheating ass.

Come on. Let's go.

(sighs) You can put

everything right here.

There you go.

(sighs) So, you gonna make

a computer in my living room?

- Yep.

- My husband Al,

he tried to make a TV once.

- Did it work?

- No.

Well, this is gonna work.

And you gonna get it

for just 350 and parts.

All right.

(chuckles)

It look complicated.

Ooh!

Oh, that's nice. Oh, yes.

Thank you.

So, tell me how to buy stuff

off the Internet.

Let me finish setting up

your email first.

Now, type in your password.

- T-Y-R--

- It should be a secret.

- Why?

- You don't want people

looking through

your personal information.

What's this,

your work badge?

"S. Lance Ingram."

Don't use my--

don't use my name.

I'm not using your name.

What's the "S" for?

It's just an initial.

It stands for "sir."

My father wanted to

name me Sir Lancelot

so I would be treated

like royalty.

- My mama shortened it

to Sir Lance.

- Oh.

Well, that's better than

your first name being nigga.

Or Junebug.

- (both laughing)

- You're just messing with me.

- Turn around.

- Huh?

Turn around so I can

put in the secret word.

(softly)

T-Y-R-O.

(music playing)

Drink, smoke

- (elevator dings)

- Drink, smoke

Drink, smoke

Drink, smoke...

Yo.

Excuse me.

Oh, oh.

My bad, bro.

Yo, you saw the b*tch

come out them niggas?

Yo, true story, son.

Man, these niggas

be acting like they with it.

These niggas

ain't about sh*t, though.

- You know what we should do?

- What's up?

Hit up some

Spanish b*tches, B.

F***.

F***.

These broke-ass sh*t

in the f***ing projects, man.

Yo, hit your cousin

and see if, uh...

- Tell him elevator's

stuck again.

- All right.

Yo, yo,

chill out, G. Damn.

(laughing)

Yo, this nigga think

he's Spider-Man.

- (gasping)

- Yo, dog, you ain't

never been on

- no broke-project

elevator before?

- Hell no.

That nigga wouldn't have

his head up there if he was.

- (elevator dings)

- (laughing continues)

Yo. Yo.

Yo, don't leave, bro.

Come on.

- Please don't leave.

- Yo, where you going?

Where you going, son?

(coughs)

Smoke, drink

Smoke

Print it... sign it.

- Here you go, Miss Maddy.

- All right.

Now, I want $3 on 5-9-2.

$3, 5-9-2.

And $2 on 4-1-7.

$2 on 4-1-7.

- There you go.

- Sure.

Are you gonna come visit Ghana

when you hit the number?

Oh, if you can't get there

on the bus, I ain't going.

- Okay, good luck.

- All right.

- Thank you.

- Have a good night.

(sighs)

(overlapping conversations)

Gotta let the squad

all take you out,

you feel me?

That's how we get down,

you know what I mean?

If one--

This is 11-6 Gunners right here.

You trying to get down?

What's good?

You and all your homegirls

can bang with us, you feel me?

- Yeah. (laughs)

- Nah, she not with it, though.

- I might with with it.

- Might be?

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