Chapter & Verse Page #6

This is so I can leave here

as Maddy James.

Not some bald

and sickly-smelling

little ragdoll

with a sh*t bag

tied to her stomach.

- You talking about

killing yourself?

- You're damn right.

Instead of those stupid

shitty doctors doing it.

You damn right!

- God damn it!

- Miss Maddy, stop it.

- God damn it!

- Stop-- stop!

- God damn it!

- Stop.

God damn it.

(crying)

I'm sorry.

Oh, God.

You know, instead of you

plucking my nerve,

you ought to be

helping me.

Mm-mm.

I mean, all you got to do

is connect the IV,

put the button in my hand,

and then leave.

That's crazy.

- Not for a million dollars.

- I want you to read

these instructions.

This is wrong.

I'm not reading that.

You know you like

building things.

- I'm not doing it!

- Okay!

- Fine.

- Miss Maddy...

Fine.

I thought you were

gonna come by this week.

Uh... I've been busy

working my second job.

Well, you need to handle

your business so that you

can keep your first job.

You ever heard of

sexual harassment?

Is that what they call it

when you're jerking off

on yourself?

This ain't from the food pantry.

This from Bertha's.

Then you eat it.

You mad at me?

I wouldn't starve myself

for no rudy-poody man.

Not even you.

I just don't

have an appetite.

- You're losing weight.

- Thank you.

Miss Maddy.

Go to the corner store

and get me some, uh,

strawberry ice cream.

Not that cheap kind either.

Get some expensive ice cream.

I'll get you some ice cream

if you eat a few bites.

- What do I look like

to you, a kid?

- No.

If you're gonna bribe a woman,

you gonna have to do it

with diamonds.

I'ma get you

some ice cream, then.

(laughing)

Come on, eat a few bites.

It ain't gonna hurt you.

Mm-mm.

- That from a comic book?

- Nah, this from me.

Name is Blaze.

He's a pyrokinetic.

Come with me to the store.

Let's get some snacks.

Nah.

It's a'ight.

(rap music playing)

(chattering)

Can I speak to you?

What?

In private.

(scoffs) Look, man,

we all one voice here.

One nation, you feel me?

So, whatever you got to say,

you can say it.

My name is Sir Lance Ingram.

- (mockingly) Sir lance Ingram.

- (laughing)

But everybody

knows me as "L."

Or Crazy L

from 118th Street.

I want you to check with

your five-star generals.

Have them check with

their older heads

in the joint.

Find out who I am.

Whatever, bro.

Nigga, I know who you are.

You Spider-Man.

- Nigga got on a red shirt, too.

- (laughing)

- (shouting)

- (sirens wailing)

My friend just got arrested.

He got beat, I got beat.

I got a scar still from police.

My hand was split in half.

Got knees busted up

from police, NYPD.

Jomo:
The more things change,

the more sh*t stay the same.

- Harlem, U.S.A., L.

- Yeah.

These kids out here

caught in the middle

of it all.

No, these shorties

are different, L.

Even if we did something

we weren't supposed to do,

we still did it

in a way, you know,

there was etiquette, man.

These shorties got

no rules or regulations.

Just raw. Just--

All emotion, man.

- Thick out here, bro.

- Yeah, it's thick, you know?

Mike Browns

and Trevons everywhere.

Shorties running

from cops same way

you was at 12 years of age.

We was both

out there, bro.

Yeah, I figured

I learned how to run

running from cops, too.

(laughs)

Look at where

you are now, man.

Look at this.

1895 7th Ave.

I always wanted

to have a shop,

you know, around the corner

from where we grew up.

- That was my dream.

- Got your sweet ride.

And you back,

six months out.

Feels good that you

back on the block, man.

It does.

What you need, man?

I know that look.

What you need?

You think you could

get me a little weed?

A little what?

What you say?

(laughs)

I don't know if I

heard you, uh, correctly.

Can you come again?

A little what?

You did say Wii,

the game, right?

That little...

- Yeah, the--

- Yeah? Wii?

- Nigga, I said...

- What you want?

Do you think you could

get me a little weed?

Weed?

- Sir Lancelot is trying

to get light a lot.

- (laughing)

Don't be telling nobody

that sh*t about that

Sir Lancelot, man.

I won't, bro.

And I got you on the weed.

I can get you a woman, too.

I'm good in the "W" department.

Wireless, women, weed,

what you need, huh?

- I don't want your leftovers.

- Oh, true.

- I got one for you, though.

- What?

- Oh, yeah.

- Fair exchange.

Done deal, brother.

When you puff,

hold it for a sec.

Boy...

I've been smoking reefer

before you was even an itch

in your father's pants.

(laughs, coughing)

Sorry.

Okay.

I'ma go in the other room

so I don't fail my drug test.

Thank you.

Go on.

(giggling)

- You all right?

- Hey.

I'm fine.

- How's your pain?

- Pain is fine.

Thank you.

(laughing)

Ooh, I'm hungry

as hell, though.

Oh.

- Oh.

- What you looking for?

What is there in here to eat?

Good night.

(sighs)

Where's that old

mantry-pantry food?

I'll get it for you.

Have a seat.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I'll get it for you.

Miss Maddy, don't fall

in the refrigerator.

- I'll get it for you. Sit down.

- What's up here?

- Some ice cream?

- (both laughing)

- Ooh, it's cool.

- Go have a seat.

Yeah, it's cool

in that refrigerator.

Okay.

You are a good man,

Sir Lance.

You're a good woman,

Miss Maddy.

Why people do that?

Standing there all night

bullcrapping each other

with compliments.

I'm trying to tell you

I see the good in you.

- You better listen.

- I'm listening.

Why are you so sad?

Hmm?

Why are you so sad?

Hmm?

It was either your...

daddy or some woman

just rip your heart

right out your chest.

And I'm thinking

that it was some woman.

- Mm-hmm.

- There was, um...

this girl I really liked

when I first went to prison.

Yeah.

Only girl I've ever

really liked.

First two years, she came

and visited me every Sunday.

- Then she just stopped coming.

- Mm.

Stop answering

my letters.

Come to find out she had

a baby by another dude.

Well, since

you've been out...

- you seen her?

- I seen her. She ain't seen me.

Mm-hmm.

You... you gonna

have to go get her,

or you're gonna

have to let her go.

Let her go,

or go get her.

'Cause you cannot live

your life in the middle.

Mm-mm.

Ready?

(music playing)

Would anybody like to know

What it's like to be

part of the street life?

Street life is cruel...

Hey, yo! Yo, L.

Yo, let me holler

at you real quick, G.

Man, so I heard

you was the truth

when you was out here.

He said you used to

show niggas how to

keep the sh*t real.

Chapter and verse.

You remind me of myself

when I was young.

So I know nobody

can't tell you nothing.

Ty, he don't need

to be a Gunner.

Got enough soldiers.

It's a grand.

Giving respect,

from one general to another.

Yo.

Let this one go.

Yeah, all right.

Let's roll.

(cheering)

Yo, G, it's like the circus

and sh*t, my nigga.

Yeah, that's what's up.

The workout crews are gonna do

pullups on every street corner

from 110th Street to 155th.

- Y'all with me? Y'all with me?

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