Chapter & Verse Page #5

Come on, man, all the times

you helped me out when

I ain't have sh*t.

You kidding me?

$200 a month

and 20% of what I make.

Okay, L.

150 and 10%,

you got yourself a deal.

You're an ass-backward

business man, you know that?

Mm, I know that.

And you still my hero.

Let's get to work.

Ingram.

- Yeah.

- Curfew.

Time to bring it inside.

Oh, my God.

The damn compressor broke.

Ingram, we're gonna lose

$400 worth of food.

Get the meat, put as much

as you can in the freezer,

and then the rest,

like the milk, the juice

and the eggs,

we'll take back

to my house.

G-Rod:

Anytime you with me, little bro,

you gotta know you Gs, man.

- Everything.

- Ty:
All right.

Me and homies done put in

so much work in the past,

like, four-five years,

this whole hood know

that the Gunners got

this sh*t, you feel me?

You see them niggas across

on that projects over there?

- Uh-huh.

- Man, them niggas used to have

this whole sh*t booming.

Me, B-Rock, Ronny Ron

came through this sh*t,

had the whole sh*t to ourselves.

We got them niggas

over there scared.

Them niggas in them projects

over there scared.

We run this

whole sh*t, nigga.

As long as you rocking with us,

nigga, you ain't gotta

worry about sh*t.

- All Gunners, you feel me?

- Yeah.

F*** everybody else,

you know what I'm saying?

Come on, we're gonna

go smoke some weed.

You could, uh,

put the stuff

in the refrigerator.

There should be room.

Yeah.

(sighs)

You get your license yet?

- I got a permit.

- Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Take the van back to the center.

I'm too tired to drive

across town.

- What if I get stopped?

- Mm.

You tell 'em that you work for

Sergeant Elise's sister.

Police don't care about

relations to the third power.

Oh, gosh.

Okay, so then do an O.J.

- Make a run for it.

- (laughs)

It'll be exciting.

Helicopters flying over you.

Following you

in a food van.

- You got jokes, Yolanda.

- No, I ain't got jokes.

I'm too tired for jokes.

I just keep it real.

I told you,

get a license.

A'ight.

This is about all

that'll fit in here.

Maybe we can give the other

juices to a homeless shelter.

Whatever you want.

- Whoa.

- (chuckles)

Please, can't a girl

get comfortable

in her own place after

a long day at work?

I mean, yeah.

I mean, it's your house.

Come sit.

You know, I'm good.

I don't bite.

Come on, you worked

your ass off today.

Relax.

Where did you do time?

Attica.

Green Haven.

Your girl must be really

happy to have you back.

I, um, I ain't got

a girlfriend.

Mm.

- I'm sorry. Your boyfriend?

- Nah.

Mm.

I'm sure that

you must have, um...

a whole lot of love

inside of you.

You know,

I don't know

if this is cool.

You know, with you being

my supervisor and all.

Oh...

I wonder how cool it is

if I, um...

called your parole officer

and I told him of all the food

that's been missing

and all those hours

that you go AWOL.

Where do you go?

Are you gambling?

Oh...

(clicks tongue)

Are you selling drugs?

You're cold, Yolanda.

I'm not cold.

Just real.

I keep telling you that.

I'm just real.

(exhales sharply)

And so are you.

Relax.

If I never wanted to go

I should've never

got too close

No

You take my arm

I lose my heart

You're so cold

Baby, I know

You ever do clap pushups?

Nah, I don't do all that.

It's easy.

$5 if you do five.

Look at you.

A'ight.

A'ight.

Look at you.

- Give me my 15.

- I said $5 if you do five.

Don't play me.

- Looking mad thirsty, son.

- (scoffs)

They jump you in yet?

The general

give you a number?

Two up--

stab two people.

Two up, one down--

stab two, shoot one.

I used to give

those numbers out.

Make recruits

prove they was loyal.

They was family.

But real family don't

make you jeopardize your future,

you know what I mean?

Yo.

I'm gonna need everyone

to do overtime.

We need to double scrub

the facility.

I just got heads up

that we're up for

an inspection.

Yolanda, I have doctors'

appointments all this week.

Cohen, if you

miss one second

of the scrub down,

I'm gonna have to

kick the air out of

your crack-filled lungs

and leave your body in front

of the unemployment office.

All right, all right,

I'll be here.

That's good.

Everyone's gonna be here.

Good, good--

Good, good, good.

I've been trying to get

that super to fix that leak

for over a year.

(music playing on movie)

Hey, yo, you got my candy?

Move your legs, tall nigga.

Niggas waiting all day, son.

Man, the movie started

'cause you all late, nigga.

Nigga, this is the previews, yo.

Ain't no f***ing previews, dog.

This is the main sh*t.

You don't see it?

My man, calm down.

We missed like five

minutes of the movie.

Man, the first five minutes

is the main sh*t, my nigga.

That's when they hook you.

You don't know sh*t

about movies.

Shh!

Yo, f*** you, dog.

I'll make it noisy for real

in this motherf***er.

A'ight?

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, turn around.

That's right.

This money-making man

in Harlem world

Gunner sh*t.

We talk in movies, b*tch.

- (laughing)

- Damn right.

Yo, uh,

let me get some popcorn.

Man, turn around.

I'm watching the movie, man.

Yo, you can't watch

the movie and eat popcorn

at the same time.

Man, you want some popcorn?

Eat the motherf***er.

Yeah, that's hot,

buttery popcorn, nigga.

Eat it before

it get cold, son.

That's good still.

(chuckles)

Now watch the movie,

little nigga.

Damn.

Eat that sh*t, dog.

Go ahead. Eat it.

Yo, feed him this, too, nigga.

He still look hungry.

- Man, watch the movie, nigga.

- (laughing)

(computer chimes)

Miss Maddy:

Sir Lance?

What are you doing

sitting up here in the dark

like some kind of damn haint?

Why you ain't tell me

you were sick?

Why what?

Do I look like something

wrong with me to you?

I was installing

the antivirus on

your computer

when a messaged popped up

from the clinic

saying it's important

for you to call.

Who you know my age

ain't going to some clinic?

The doctor say

you got terminal cancer

and you refusing treatment.

My doctor?

Why is my doctor

telling you my business?

You know what?

I'm calling Legal Aid on her.

They gone take

her damn license.

Malpractice!

Medical malpractice!

- That's what it is.

- I told them I'm your son.

Sir Lance.

I told you...

My husband Al,

he died from cancer.

All that chemo,

all that radiation

they gave him

made him just waste away

like he was a skeleton.

He died in my arms

right in the bedroom.

But they not

doing that to me.

The doctors say without--

without treatment,

you only got a few months.

Well, them damn doctors

don't know what the hell

they talking about.

They don't know sh*t!

I got my saba juice.

I got my garlic compound.

I got my cayenne paste.

Got it all right out there.

That sh*t don't work.

You might as well

get some dog sh*t from

Central Park and make a tea.

Well, if that don't work...

I got something else

that will.

Come on.

This is it.

This...

What is all this?

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