Clara's Heart Page #3

GO UPSTAIRS:

AND CHANGE.

PICKY, PICKY.

I REALLY:

APPRECIATE THIS.

I'M GLAD TO DO I FOR HIM.

IT HELPS ME:

AS WELL.

I CAN'T CONCERN MYSELF

WITH WHAT MAKES I EASIER FOR YOU

WHO GOT ALL THE CHOICES.

I HAVEN'T CORNERED

THE MARKET ON CHOICES.

SHOW HIM A GOOD TIME.

YES, I'M SURE HE'LL

HAVE A GOOD TIME.

HIS FATHER'S MOVIN'

OUT THE HOUSE,

THE MOTHER'S FUMIGATING

THE FAMILY HOUSEHOLD,

AND HE'S OFF TO THE CITY

WITH A STRANGER.

A WONDERFUL TIME,

MRS. HART.

CLARA...

SURELY YOU SEE ME TRYING.

YOU'RE THE ONE WHO TOLD ME

TO CHANGE MY LIFE.

NEXT TIME I'LL BE

MORE SPECIFIC ABOU WHAT'S ALLOWED.

BY ALL MEANS.

YOUR OWN HAPPINESS

CAN NEVER BE:

AS IMPORTAN AS THAT CHILD'S

UNTIL HE GROWS:

TO BE A MAN.

THE TWO AREN' MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE.

IF I'M HAPPIER,

HE'LL BE HAPPIER.

NO.

NO.

KISS.

I'VE NEVER BEEN

TO THIS PAR OF THE CITY BEFORE.

NOT A LO OF WHITE FOLKS.

TRUE.

CLARA!

OH, GIRL, IT'S BEEN

SO LONG.

CLARA MAYFIELD.

LET ME TAKE:

YOUR BAG AND COAT.

GOD, IT'S GOOD

TO SEE YOU.

YOU BRING THE BOY

AFTER ALL?

OH, YES.

THIS IS DAVID.

DAVID, COME.

DAVID, THIS

IS FELICIA...

AND LYDIA:

AND RITA:

AND BOBS.

CLARA,

THERE YOU ARE.

SO GOOD TO:

SEE YOU AGAIN,

AND THE SHOP:

IS BEAUTIFUL.

IT'S JUST BEAUTIFUL.

THANK YOU,

CLARA.

I BROUGHT DAVID IN

FOR A HOT COMB.

YEAH, RIGHT.

YOU PUT ON:

SOME BODY:

SINCE I SEE YOU.

THE CHILD:

IS SPROUTIN' HAIR

IN THE UP AND DOWN PLACES.

OH, GOD.

I SHOULD:

BE SLAPPIN'

YOUR BACKSIDE:

FOR ALL THE TROUBLE

YOU'RE GIVIN' CLARA.

THAT'S ANOTHER MUMU

YOU'RE TALKIN' 'BOUT.

DIS CHILD GIVE THE WOMAN

NOTHIN' BUT JOY.

THE BOY SOUND LIKE

HE COME:

FROM PORT ANTONIO.

CAN ME HELP I IF THE CHILD IS CLEVER?

CHILD, HA!

WOO!

WOO! THERE SHE IS!

FLIP IT UP, BABY!

HEY, HEY,

LYDIA, RITA,

STOP THE ROMPIN'

NOW.

YA, YA.

SO, CLARA, WHAT WE

GOIN' DO HERE?

GIVE THE CHILD HAIR

SOME STYLE.

FORGET IT.

YOU DON'T LET US

STYLE YOUR HAIR,

OFF YOU GO BACK HOME.

THAT'S BLACKMAIL.

YOU MAKE THE CHOICE.

CLARA, IT'S OK.

NO, I PROMISED

THE MOTHER.

HOW CAN I DISAPPOIN THAT POOR WOMAN?

OK, THAT'S IT.

SIT DOWN.

NO.

YOU'LL SIT DOWN NOW.

RIGHT THERE.

BEHAVE YOURSELF.

I'M GOIN' TO THE SUPERMARKE TO PICK UP SOME THINGS.

YOU BEHAVE YOURSELF

WHEN I'M GONE.

YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

YES.

SEE YOU LATER, CLARA.

OK, DAVID, SIT UP.

RAISE YOUR:

BACKSIDE, BOY!

TAKE OFF THEM GLASSES.

THANK YOU.

YOU'RE GOIN'

TO LOOK GREAT.

OH, YES, MAN.

THAT'S GOOD.

WHAT YOU THINKIN'?

AH.

MY DAD WILL KILL ME.

NO. CLARA TAKE CARE

OF YOUR FATHER.

HELLO, DORA.

BOBS, WE WANT AN APPOINTMEN LATER FOR A MANICURE.

WHERE YOU GE THIS WHITE CHILD?

SHE GET ME:

FROM A CHURCH BAZAAR.

I WAS LEFT THERE

IN THE MANGER.

LORD JESUS!

WHERE HIM COME FROM?

IT'S CLARA'S BOY.

MY, MY.

CLARA'S BOY.

WHERE SHE IS?

SHE BE HERE:

SOON ENOUGH.

SO, CLARA'S BOY,

DID SHE TELL YOU

ABOUT RALPHIE?

WHAT TROUBLE:

YOU CONCOCTING?

IF YOU MUST TALK SO,

ME DO YOUR HAIR ANOTHER DAY.

ME APPOINTMENT TODAY.

YOU'RE EARLY.

ME WAIT AND:

CHAT UP THIS BOY

ABOUT RALPHIE.

TELL ME.

DON'T LISTEN

TO HER, CHILD.

SHE KNOW WHEN CLARA COME.

SHE COME FOR JUKE HER.

IF SHE KNOW YOU TALK SO,

SHE TUMP YOU TO YOUR GRAVE.

ME NOT 'FRAID OF HER.

TUMP ME?

YOU A PROFESSIONAL LIAR.

I CAN'T IMAGINE

WHICH OF YOU GIRLS

WOULD BE RUNNING AROUND

WITH SUCH A PIMP.

WHAT SHE CALL ME?

I THINK YOU HEARD ME.

WOMAN, YOU SHU YOUR FACE.

PERHAPS YOU SHOULD

SHUT IT FOR ME.

IN JAMAICA:

REMEMBER:

WHEN THE ANGEL FALL

I AS BABYLON:

BUT MISS CLARA:

DID FALL:

THINK SHE BE THE ANGEL,

FREE US ALL:

BUT ANGEL, ANGEL,

AH, DID FALL!

YOU GOT NO CAUSE TO SING

THAT SONG TO ME.

TELL YOUR WHITE CHILD

ABOUT RALPHIE.

DON'T YOU HURT HER!

HE WON'T HURT ME,

WILL YOU, PIMP?

BECAUSE YOU BES KILL ME

'CAUSE IF YOU DON'T,

I'LL COME BACK FOR HER.

FOR YOU,

DORA CAMBRIDGE.

LEAVE HER, BUNDY.

SH*T!

BUNDY, LISTEN TO ME

WHEN I TALKIN'.

YES, BUNDY,

LISTEN TO HER.

OH, GOD!

I WAS AFRAID:

SOMETHING WOULD HAPPEN.

AND IF SOMETHIN'

HAPPENED,

WHAT WAS YOU GONNA

DO ABOUT IT?

I...I'D...

I'D KICK HIM

IN THE BALLS.

YOU'RE PERFECTLY RIGHT.

AND THIS:

IS THE CHILD:

WITH THE HAIRDO:

TO DO IT.

NO, I'M GOING

OVER IRENE'S.

CLARA, WHO'S

THAT RALPHIE BOY

THAT WOMAN:

WAS TALKING ABOUT?

I DON'T WANT YOU

DISCUSSIN' ME BUSINESS

WITH NOBODY.

I MAKE SOMETHING

EVIL HAPPEN TO YOU.

I WAS JUST ASKING,

JUST MAKING AN INQUIRY.

OH, WOW.

WHAT A BIG CEMETERY.

IT REMIND A PERSON

TO MAKE THE MOS OUT OF LIFE, DON'T IT?

I HOPE YOU DON'T LIVE

TOO CLOSE...TO IT.

[BABY CRYING]

[YELLING]

COME IN. DON'T STAND

OUT IN THE HALLWAY.

WELCOME TO MY NEW

APARTMENT.

YOU CAN SIT DOWN,

YOU KNOW.

RELAX. TAKE OFF

YOUR JACKET.

BY THE WAY,

THAT'S YOUR BED

TONIGHT.

CLARA...

YES.

DO YOU WISH YOU COULD

GET A JOB HERE:

SO THEN YOU'D

BE HERE ALL THE TIME?

I HAVE THOUGH ABOUT IT, YES.

AND?

HOW COULD I EVER LEAVE

SUCH A WELL-DRESSED,

HANDSOME GENTLEMAN AS YOURSELF?

LET THE BOY GO HOME

LET HIM GO BACK HOME

HE'S UNDERAGE

HE'S NOT FI FOR THE PICTURE

LET THE BOY GO HOME

LET HIM GO BACK HOME

HE'S UNDERAGE

HE'S NOT FI FOR THE PICTURE

HE'S UNDERAGE

NOT FI FOR THE PICTURE

HE WAS THE BES LITTLE BOY

HIS DADDY EVER HAD

HE WAS THE BES LITTLE BOY...

CLARA?

WHAT'S WRONG?

I GOT SOME THINGS

THAT ARE JUKIN' ME

DEEP IN MY BRAIN...

AND I CAN'T SEEM

TO FALL ASLEEP.

WHAT STUFF?

PERSONAL THINGS.

WHAT'S THAT FOR?

THIS?

WHY, THIS IS AN OLD

JAMAICAN REMEDY:

FOR HEADACHE,

FOR HEARTACHE.

CLARA, WHY DID YOU

GET MAD AT ME:

WHEN I ASKED YOU

ABOUT THAT RALPHIE GUY?

BECAUSE I TOLD YOU ABOU ASKING ABOUT ME PERSONAL.

YOU SAID NOT TO:

ASK YOUR FRIENDS.

I DIDN'T THINK

I COULDN'T ASK YOU.

WHAT A LIFE:

THIS TURN OUT TO BE.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

RALPHIE...

WAS MY SON.

I THOUGHT YOU DIDN' HAVE ANY CHILDREN.

I DON'T.

NOT ANYMORE.

YOU MEAN...

HE'S NOT ALIVE?

OH.

DAD, WHO ANSWERED

THE PHONE?

WEREN'T YOU

EXPECTING ME TO CALL?

THEN WHY DID YOU HAVE

THAT LADY ANSWER?

YOUR DECORATOR'S THERE

ON A SUNDAY NIGHT?

I HAVE TO COME SEE YOU?

HI.

HI.

COME ON IN.

NEAT, HUH?

LOOKS A LITTLE WEIRD.

IT'S NEW.

THE WORLD'S CHANGING.

THE 21st CENTURY'S

UPON US.

LOOKS LIKE:

IN THE 21st CENTURY,

NOBODY HUMAN:

WILL BE LIVING HERE.

NO. I'LL GET SOME

MAGAZINES AROUND...

HEY, HOW ABOU THIS VIEW?

WHAT'S YOUR PLEASURE?

BALL GAME, MOVIE--

WHERE ARE THE BLINDS?

THEY'RE IN THE BEDROOM.

COME ON.

I'LL START WITH OYSTERS

ON THE HALF SHELL

AND THEN THE VEAL CHOP.

HOW ABOUT YOU?

TELL ME WHA THERE IS FIRST.

HOW ABOUT SCAMPI?

YOU LOVE SHRIMP.

FINE.

CIAO, BILL.

HI.

HI.

DAVID, MEET CATHERINE,

MY DECORATOR.

CATHERINE, THIS IS

MY SON, DAVID HART.

HELLO, DAVID HART.

HOW ABOUT HAVING

SOME LUNCH WITH US?

I'LL JUST STAY

A MINUTE.

UM, DAVID, WHA DO YOU THINK

OF YOUR FATHER'S

APARTMENT?

IT'S PRETTY GOD DAMN

OSTENTATIOUS.

OF COURSE, THAT'S JUS A KID'S OPINION.

I MEAN, I DON' EVEN SPEAK ITALIAN.

ARE YOU:

SEXUALLY INVOLVED

WITH MY FATHER?

SON, DON'T BE SHY.

JUST JUMP IN.

ASK WHATEVER YOU NEED TO.

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