Chi-Raq Page #7

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I'm old enough to know that I'm

supposed to do what I'm supposed to do.

She old enough to know she's supposed

to do what she's supposed to do.

Now, them young kids,

they the ones out here tripping like that.

No peace, no p*ssy.

Women, you need us.

Do your duty

and drop that booty.

No peace, no p*ssy.

Negotiate and copulate.

Women, you need us.

Do your duty

and drop that booty.

No peace, no p*ssy.

Negotiate and copulate.

Women, you need us.

Do your duty and drop that booty.

No peace, no p*ssy.

Negotiate and copulate.

That's where they are.

We can bring a team here

all the way across

by the main underneath

and surprise them.

I wonder who sent him.

So what is this, Chief?

At approximately 1500 hours,

75 women took possession

of the armory.

They had hostages,

they released them.

- Women did this?

- Black and brown women.

- Black and brown women?

- Just black and brown women.

- How many dead?

- Zero.

- Just wounded?

- Nada.

They packing

some big muscle, huh?

No, sir, they appear

to be unarmed.

- How many?

- Approximately 75, sir.

Are you telling me

that 75 black and brown women

took a United States

military armory unarmed?

Yes, sir.

"No peace, no p*ssy."

What the hell

is going on, Riptide?

Don't let that foolishness

outside scare you.

The armory is our chastity belt.

I will deny all rights

of access or entrance...

I will deny all rights

of access or entrance...

...to every husband, lover,

or male acquaintance...

...to every husband,

lover, or male acquaintance...

...who comes to my direction

in erection.

...who comes to my direction in erection.

If he should force me to lay

on that conjugal couch...

If he should force me to

lay on that conjugal couch...

...I will refuse

his stroke

and not give up

that nappy pouch.

...I will refuse his stroke

and not give up

that nappy pouch.

I will not lift my house shoes

to touch thy thatch...

I will not lift my house

shoes to touch thy thatch...

...or submit hangdog

and part with the snatch.

...or submit hangdog

and part with the snatch.

No peace, no p*ssy.

No peace, no p*ssy.

- Lock it up!

- Lock it up!

Lock it up!

Lock it up!

Lock it up! Lock it up!

Lock it up!

Hello?

Jesus H. Christ.

- Mr. Mayor.

- Hang on.

Everybody out there in the world,

take this, too.

You're part of this.

Take this vow.

Did you know this woman

used to work for my office?

No, I didn't know that,

Your Honor.

It's your job to know!

She was a secretary.

But she's not typing

letters anymore.

Oh, no, she's getting

the other secretaries

to walk off the job.

She's leading a revolt.

I could lose the female vote

over this stupid joke.

Jesus, you know how I feel

about this baloney.

I can't afford

to look like a phony.

Damned if I do,

damned if I don't.

Either way, I'm gonna

have a friggin' stroke.

- Let's see how serious they are.

- What's your meaning?

- Perhaps we should let them get the feeling.

- The feeling?

Instead of us breaking in,

we close them off.

Build a perimeter,

a wall around them.

- Wall?

- Operation Hot and Bothered.

Your Honor, we surround

the armory with speakers

blasting one of those romantic

slow jams from the '70s.

Those crooning brothers will make those

mommies wet and make them wanna jet.

Those chastity belters will end their

sex strike and climb Mount Pike.

We run the ball

right down their throats.

With total male pride, Mayor,

you win this with their appetite.

You never have to say

you were right.

You never attack

or call them weak.

- And you always seek the peace.

- You're a deviant bastard.

That's why I went into public service,

Your Honor.

Touchdown, Bears!

Rah!

Love you.

No peace, no p*ssy!

No peace, no p*ssy!

No peace, no p*ssy!

Lysistrata! Lysistrata!

Lysistrata! Lysistrata!

Hello. Hi.

Good afternoon.

Excuse me.

Would you happen to be Ms. Clara Worthy?

No, sir.

And who might you be?

I am Mr. Morrowburns.

How might I help you, sir?

Ms. Clara Worthy,

is she around?

Is this the right address?

6328 Elizabeth Avenue, right?

- Yes, it is.

- Do you know Ms. Clara Worthy?

Well, I better.

Clara's my younger sister.

I'm Ms. Helen Worthy.

Wonderful.

Pleased to meet you.

I love your garden.

It's very beautiful.

- Well, thank you.

- Is your sister here?

No, sir.

You just missed her.

Clara's going on up to Jackson,

Mississippi, to visit our parents.

- You're kidding.

- Yeah, she left last night.

- I have cousins in Jackson.

- Do you?

I do.

We might be kin.

- Might could be.

- Might could be.

Listen, could you give your

sister a message for me, please?

Well, that's gonna

depend on the message.

Right.

Oh.

Oh, Red, White, and Blue

Insurance Company.

We got word in the home

office that your sister

has a young son,

a teenager by the name of Homer Worthy.

I came to tell your sister that

she really should consider

taking out a life

insurance policy on Homer

because I'm sure you know that

young black boys on the South Side

are more than likely

to be shot and/or killed.

And so the Red, White,

and Blue Insurance Company

is hoping to help single mothers

like your sister

in case of a tragedy

because, of course, it's always

better to be safe than to be sorry.

- Mr. Burnsmorrow... whatever your name is.

- Morrowburns.

If you don't leave here

right now right this second,

you're gonna need a goddamn

insurance policy your goddamn self

coming up here in my garden

with this here bullshit!

Leave!

- Leave!

- It's Morrowburns.

Do you think I give

a flying f***

about your

f***ed-up name?

Get on off the street, man.

Have a nice day, ma'am.

Go on back up to the big house

- and you tell them it didn't work.

- Have a nice day, ma'am.

Out here trying to take advantage

of your own goddamn people.

Everybody's talking

about Meek Mill and Drake

Everybody's mad

'cause Cecil the lion was shot

But where is the compassion

for those murdered in Chicago?

When will it end,

when will it stop?

Only 17, Vonzell Banks

was killed

I can't imagine

how his family must feel...

Come on, ladies.

You got children.

It's time we point

the finger at ourselves...

If y'all have any information,

let us know.

Oh, oh, oh

Let's not become

desensitized

Oh, oh, oh

How many of our people

have to die?

Save our babies!

Save our babies!

Save our babies!

Save our babies!

Back up, sucka.

Don't give us no smack.

Or we'll beat you to death with Pampers,

Gerbers and Similac.

Talk that talk,

but you're gonna jail.

And don't even think about bail.

Who do you think

you are, Rosa Parks?

What a damn farce.

Yo, we in a hurry

like a Ferguson

or Staten Island jury.

Those judgments were fair.

Look, y'all, nobody cares.

Trayvon Martin.

Mike Brown.

Tamir Rice.

Walter Scott.

Rekia Boyd and Freddie Gray.

Black lives matter every day.

Not just when you

trigger-happy cops go astray.

Dude,

you think sister Sandra Bland hung herself?

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