Clockers Page #3

zero n*gger. Right?

You ain't got one.

Now you see what

I'm sayin' to you?

N*gger wanna

spend all his money

gonna wake up broke

every day of his life,

why, 'cause the n*gger

don't believe in hisself.

Thinkin' like a two-minute clock,

man, instead of the long haul.

Long term. See your future.

Y'all come work for me, this

sh*t gonna be very different.

You gonna be

saving crazy money.

You gonna buy your moms a house

in Strong Island. Right?

Everybody stick out your

hands like this, palm down.

What you all see?

Black.

What you see?

You 'posed to

be seein' green.

All right.

You get it, man?

No. You get it,

n*gger? All right.

I got it.

Excuse me.

You all have

a job to do inside?

Yeah.

Let's go. Who trash?

What's the matter

with you?

You ain't heard

what happened?

I ain't heard nothin'.

Rodney, you told me if I wanted

to get off them benches...

All's I hear is that Ahab's

lookin' for a new night manager.

I heard that.

Look here.

You gonna chill for a week or two, right?

Let the sh*t die down, right?

Be workin' still at my spot.

You gonna be on the benches,

but Ahab's is the joint.

I'm tellin' you.

I got it. I'm all right.

I'm all right.

N*gger look bad, boy.

We're gonna do, we're gonna mix the

sh*t up with the food traffic, right.

Right. See,

right now, we're doin'

way too much

business from my spot.

We got a crowd of black,

white customers,

out-of-state license plates,

what have you.

Somebody gonna check that out. They

gonna drop a dime on me, call 911.

And you know with my jacket,

I can't go back to jail.

Ahab gonna be a nice front. You

did good, Strike. You did good.

Now why you lookin'

like that? Somethin' wrong?

Huh?

You know it's me

and you, right?

What I tell you?

You like my son, right.

I'm gonna look out for you.

Right?

I ain't let you down yet,

have I? Okay, then.

Come in here. I'm gonna get

somethin' to eat for you. Come on.

Hey, Strike.

What's up with that

train set you got?

It's all right.

F***in' Choo

Choo Charlie.

You readin' a train book?

Choo-choo!

Every man should have a hobby. F***'s yours?

Collectin' welfare checks?

That sh*t ain't funny, man. Why

you tryin' to play me, Strike?

I'm talking about the...

F*** that, man!

I don't talk about

them motherfucking toys

you been playing with

inside your crib.

Yeah, I know, 'cause I'll

bust your motherfuckin' ass.

Yo, Shorty,

who you laughin' at?

One time says freeze!

F***!

Hey, little man.

Stay right there.

Stand up, mastermind.

Hmm.

Oh. Is that Rodney?

Rodney rang?

You ought to know.

Y'all hear that noise

about Darryl last night?

Yeah, man.

Yeah, well... I had to tell

his moms and pops last night.

That ain't no joke making

notifications, I hate it.

Rough.

I just hope I never have to

notify none of your parents.

Leave this sh*t alone!

How them trains comin'?

Little man, come here.

Come here.

What'd I tell you about bein'

around these knuckleheads? Huh?

I'm watchin' you.

Go on upstairs.

Yo, Andre. Why don't you go

chase some criminals or somethin'?

Shorty. What you lookin' at?

Come here, man.

Yeah, you. Come here.

Come on. Hurry up.

Quick. Time is money.

Come here.

God damn, Shorty,

this is some nappy sh*t.

When was the last time

you been in a barbershop'?

I don't know.

Put your hands up.

Ding-ding, ding, ding,

ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!

Watch out. Flip. Shoot.

Yo.

Watch out! Duck! Come on.

Throw us somethin' else.

Yo!

Where your manners at?

Thanks.

What's your name,

anyways, Shorty?

Tyrone Jeeter.

All right. Shorty.

There goes my brother,

Victor. Sh*t.

Wait right here, all right?

All right.

Be right back.

Uh! Watch out!

Oh, man... Uh! Uh! Flip!

Who did this, huh?

Who did this, huh?

Who did this?

Who did this? Who did this? Who did this?

Who did this?

Who's tryin' to be my son's daddy

and gave him this haircut?

Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?

Nobody don't know

nothin' now, huh?

I know you.

I know you.

Cedric Stanley Gilmore.

And I know you, too.

Ronnie Dunham.

Sh*t.

You used to live next

door to me, remember?

I know your mother. Gloria.

You all ain't

nothin' but a bunch

of good-for-nothin',

death-dealin' scum.

I find out who's been

messin' with Tyrone,

I'm gonna put a bullet in

your butt my own damn self.

Don't let me

find Andre either.

Have a good Sunday.

Sh*t. I know that b*tch

ain't talkin' to me.

Scientific, man, shut up.

You shut up, man.

Okay, Victor?

Ready to go?

Normally I'd

cuff you, brother,

but you look like the

kind of guy I can trust.

Like I said, I had some drinks

at Kool Breeze. Uh, Scotch.

Some?

Like two or three.

I usually go in there

after most work nights.

Uh-huh. How long

were you in there?

Uh, I don't know.

About 8:
30 till about 10:00.

See, my shift at Hambones...

I'm a manager.

It don't end till 10:00. I wasn't

feelin' very good, so I left early.

You weren't feelin' good,

so you went to Kool Breeze?

It wasn't like it was a "goin'

home" not feelin' good.

You had a headache?

An argument?

No, just tired, man.

Go ahead.

So I left Kool Breeze,

started walkin' home.

I cut through

Ahab's parking lot.

And this guy just flexed on me, man.

He jumped outta nowhere.

I got scared.

You know the rest.

Tell me, Victor.

I shot him.

Hey, little man. I like that cut.

Where'd you get it?

Barbershop.

You know...

You used to have

a good head on your

shoulders before

Rodney got a hold of you.

Still do.

You know, Ronald,

I been lookin' out

for you since

you been yea high.

Now, you don't want my guidance?

Fine. It's your life.

Let me tell you somethin'.

You even glance in the direction

of that little kid Tyrone,

and I'm gonna

f*** you up so bad

you're gonna wish

I had killed you.

Do we have an understanding?

Do we have an understanding?

Yeah.

Why do we keep goin' through this?

Man, I told you already.

The guy jumped outta

nowhere, I got scared...

Bam! Then I ran. I ran.

Calm down.

You mean bam, bam, bam, bam.

What?

Four bullets in the body.

Where did you

carry the gun?

In my gym bag.

What else you carry in it?

My uniform from Hambones,

a sandwich from home.

I don't eat Hambones myself,

as quiet as it's kept.

Okay. Was the gym

bag zippered, locked?

Don't shake

your head, Victor.

Where's my mattresses?

What?

I told you about my

mattresses for them kids.

They keep asking me, "Andre, you

say we gonna have a tumblin' club.

"We need some mattresses."

I say, "Strike's buying 'em.

He promised."

Look, I ain't

busted you yet,

but till I do, you gonna

be my main benefactor.

You gonna sponsor this club,

you understand me?

And, Ronald, I'm only tellin'

you one more time, you hear?

The store was closed.

One of them Jewish holidays.

What Jewish holiday?

I don't know. Pick one.

Tomorrow, all right? I swear,

I'll swing by tomorrow.

Andre, these cuffs

is too tight, man.

You and me

used to be tight.

Am I under arrest?

What for?

Could you uncuff me then,

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