Clockers Page #8

An orange. A root beer.

I would

appreciate it very much

if you would

leave the premises

when you finish

with your jumbo sodas.

Usually they would just be happy

to get the free jumbo sodas,

but on this particular night, Leroy

pulls out a roll this big and says...

My boss says that

he'll pay you $300

a week if you

let us set up here.

What did he say?

You see, Victor puts please and

thank you into every sentence.

So, it was either...

No. Please, thank you.

Or...

Please. No, thank you.

What? You tryin' to be f***in'

burger boy of the month, man?

Wait. Your girlfriend likes

you smellin' like burgers?

No. My wife...

Oh, your wife. Got it.

I see, okay, look...

We're tryin' to

do something here.

I can respect that.

You take your

business outside,

and I'll handle my

business here inside.

You can't even smile, man. You don't

like this job. Feel that money.

It's power.

I need you to respect that.

I'm gonna

miss you, man.

So, listen, I have

to go out and

check the floor.

I got a business to run.

So, Jesus...

I pronounce it "Jesus."

I feel more comfortable

calling you Jesus.

My mother called

me Jesus, my father

called me Jesus.

You call me Jesus.

All right, Jesus. So is that

why Victor left early Friday?

He said he

wasn't feeling well.

F***. I gotta

make a call.

There's a phone

out in front.

Wasn't feeling well?

Would you feel

well after working

65 hours a week in

a place like this?

It'll definitely make

you sick. Try it sometime.

You give me your badge, I'll give

you my apron, you'll be sick.

How much cheese

you make yesterday?

I made like a motherfuckin' yard.

I did all right.

Yo, Strike!

Here comes Shorty.

Take this.

Shorty, what I told you?

It's yours.

Shorty, what did I tell you?

I told you!

Here comes your moms.

Get out of here,

you crazy?

This is yours.

What did I say? Huh? You hear me?

What are you doin'?

Did you hear? You hear me? I told you!

You leave my son alone!

Don't you ever in your life put your

motherfuckin' hands in my face.

I'll put my hands

wherever I want to!

You stop buying him sh*t.

I ain't buyin' him sh*t.

F***!

Go home. Go!

The Nikes, the Sega

game, the haircut!

You thought you

were slick, right?

I saw him riding the bike. You

wouldn't let him bring that home.

Yo, lady,

I'm telling you, man,

you best stay

the f*** out of my face.

I am not scared of you.

Maybe you're not scared of me.

Maybe you're scared of Andre.

You get Andre.

I don't give a f***.

You are sellin'

your own people death.

All of y'all. I'm not gonna

let you take him with you.

You hear me? I can't let you do that.

I can't let you do that.

You can't! You understand?

I'm gonna go get Andre.

She took

a pop at him, the ho.

Yeah, here come

your friend, man.

Now you're beatin' up on

defenseless women? What gives?

Come on, man.

She attacked me.

Can I talk to you a minute?

Have a seat.

Don't look so depressed.

Worse things could happen.

Ronnie, have I treated you

like a hard-on out here?

What?

Have I not treated

you like a man out here?

Talked to you with respect,

with courtesy, huh?

What the f*** are

you talkin' about, man?

Why you tryin' to make

a f***in' fool outta me?

What you talkin' about?

What am I talkin' about? You told

me you didn't know Darryl Adams.

I'm running around like

a horse's ass on that.

Not only did I find

out that you know him,

but you worked a whole year

with him at Rodney's store.

Why the f***

didn't you tell me that?

I thought you meant

this other Darryl.

What other Darryl? And if

you knew some other Darryl,

you should have said, "Yeah, I

know him," right? I don't get it.

Look, I only know one Darryl.

Explain something else

to me. You said

you didn't see your

brother in two months.

Oh, God.

You got all kind...

What?

Ronnie, don't "Oh, God" me.

You got all kinds of pissed off

at me just like you are now,

'cause I forgot that

you said that, right?

You didn't see him two months.

Yeah. Yeah.

Guess what?

I go into the Kool Breeze,

the bar your brother was in

just before the shootin',

the bartender lD'd

you in there that night.

He even remembered

the drink he made for you.

Pia colada, straight out of a can.

Does this ring a bell?

Why did you lie to me, Ronnie?

'Cause, man, it's my brother.

What's your brother'?

Your brother made you lie?

Tryin' to look out

for him, that's all.

Explain to me how you lyin' to me helps him.

He's locked up.

What you tryin' to say?

You tryin' to pin this on me?

I didn't say that.

You said that.

I just asked you

why you throwin' me

a line of sh*t.

Why did you say that?

Oh, man... See, you f***in'

with my words and sh*t.

You confusin' me. Twistin' my

shits around and all that.

Me? Oh, who's twistin'

who here, Ronnie?

All's I'm askin'

is why did you

try to play me like

such a jerk on this thing?

Please, stop f***in' with me.

What's in it for you?

Damn, man. What the f*** is this?

Twenty questions or somethin'?

We already spoke

about this sh*t.

I just want to know

what you know, man.

Hey, Ronnie. I just want

to know what you know.

Am I under arrest or what?

F***, no! If I arrest you,

I can't talk to you.

Then the conversation's over.

Fine.

You don't have to do sh*t.

But if you wanna continue

to do business out here,

without Jo-Jo and his crew, or

anybody else I can think of,

puttin' their hands in your

pockets every two seconds,

I would really think about

takin' a ride right f***in' now.

What the f***

I look like?

I ain't goin' nowhere

with your Homo-side ass.

Look.

Sh*t.

Are you comin' or what?

How you doin'?

Man, you crazy, man?

I ain't goin' up in there.

No?

Yo, Rocco. Yeah, come on, man. I

ain't got nothin' to say, man.

I was prayin' that you

could help me out here.

Because to

tell you the truth,

I've come completely around on

this to your way of thinking.

What's my way of

thinkin' about this?

I know your brother is an

innocent man, just like you do.

If Victor was my brother

and I knew what you know,

every day of my life

would be a living hell.

You think we can do something

about this, Ronnie?

Do about what?

All bullshit aside.

You, me, Victor, we all

know who did Darryl Adams.

Who?

Who do you think, Ronnie?

I don't know. You tell me.

You!

Me?

You little f***. You did it.

I know it, you know it!

Your brother knows it.

Sh*t.

What's the thinkin' on this, because

if Victor claims self-defense,

he'll get off

because he has no record?

His life is over!

I know it's rough out here

for young, black males

with slavery, racism, no jobs,

single parent families...

F*** that.

Don't f***in'

gesture at me like that.

Have some f***in' respect. But

you're the f***in' king snake!

You're a low-down, cold-blooded,

evil junkyard n*gger,

like I've never

seen in my life.

N*gger?

What you talkin' about?

What'd you do,

offer him money?

Who the f*** are you kiddin'?

You're not the Mafia.

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