Crooklyn Page #10

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# And start heading

for the door #

# There's a very strange vibration

piercing me right through the core #

# It says

Turn around, you fool #

- Bye, Viola.

- Bye, Troy.

# Tell me why #

- # Is it so #

- Yeah, goin' back to bad old Brooklyn.

# Don't wanna let you go

I never can say good-bye, girl #

# Ooh-hoo, baby #

# I never can say good-bye #

# No-no-no, no-no-no

Whoo #

# Oh, I never can say

good-bye, girl #

- Hi, little ladybug.

- Hi.

Welcome home.

- Hi.

- Hi.

How do, Miss Coomish Mimmish?

How was your flight?

- Good. Where's Daddy?

- He had to go to rehearsal.

Your mother asked us to pick you up.

Here's a little gift.

- She didn't want to ride?

- Naw, she was busy.

- What happened to your hair?

- Aunt Song didn't like my braids,

and she took 'em out.

Oh, goodness. Carolyn Carmichael's gonna

have a fit when she sees this, huh?

- Well, you ready to go?

- Mm-hmm.

- [Maxine]

Has Woody been there all day?

- [Brown] Since this mornin'.

So you were ready to come on home, Troy.

You had enough of the South.

- I don't blame you one bit.

- Mm-hmm. It's too slow.

Y'all don't know what y'all missin'

growin' up in the South.

I'm glad I missed it.

Troy, when was your birthday?

- Yesterday.

- Oh. So how old are you now? Eight?

- Ten.

- No! How's my brother Clem,

Aunt Song and Viola doin'?

Good. Thanks for the ticket.

I didn't get a chance to write.

- You're very welcome.

- That's what family's for.

Gotta stick together, right?

- Right.

- Sure you're right.

[Maxine] Troy, we're going to make

a quick stop before we take you home.

- [Troy] Who's sick?

- [Maxine] It's nothing serious, dear.

It's Mommy, isn't it?

- Well, it's just she hadn't

been feelin' too well lately.

- What's wrong with her?

We don't know yet, Troy.

The doctors are running tests.

How come she didn't tell me?

How come nobody told me?

Because no one wanted you

to worry yourself silly,

and your mother didn't think

there was any cause for alarm.

Where's Daddy?

He's in there

with your mother.

- Hey! Miss Coomish Mimmish!

- Hi, Daddy!

Hey, baby. Troy's back.

Hmm? Oh!

Oh, ladybug. Hi!

Hi.

Hmm?

Hi, Mommy.

How you feelin'?

- Who did that to your hair?

- Aunt Song.

Aunt So... Oh, sh*t,

I knew she would.

[Coughing]

Come on. Give me a big hug.

I missed you.

- So much!

- I missed you too. Even my brothers.

Gee, you must have been lonesome

if you missed them.

Mommy, you work too hard.

I can start helpin' you.

I can cook and clean. I don't even care

if nobody else helps me.

- Got to get your rest.

- That's very kind of you.

Come here.

You know, I need you...

to watch out for Joseph,

your little brother.

He's the youngest.

He's your responsibility.

You promise me? Come here.

[Whispering]

I promise.

Woody, go get the car.

I'm ready to go home.

- Okay.

- You're comin' home now?

- Mm-hmm.

- Really?

[Woody]

Let's go, Troy.

- Get the car.

- Okay.

Your car.

Aunt Song kinda weird, huh?

Yeah. They talk funny down there.

What do you mean

they talk funny down there?

[Exaggerated Accent]

Oh, yeah.

Hey. Where'd those trees come from?

Your mother.

She got the block association

to put some life on this street.

- [Honking Horn]

- Hey! Clinton! Wendell!

Looka here.

Don't she look good?

- [All] Yeah!

- [Clinton] Look at that hair.

- Hey, Tommy, turn that junk off now.

- Oh, come on.

Tired of you playin'

that garbage on my stoop.

- It's the Chi-Lites.

- Yeah, I know. Chi nothin'.

- You want some help? [Buzzing Noise]

- Quit it.

- Didn't expect to see you here

for at least another two weeks.

- Get off!

- Hey, leave her alone.

- Hey, Clinton, grab this bag.

- Can't you see I'm busy?

- Boy, you better come get these bags.

She should carry her own bags.

# They say

Let the woman take care of you #

# So I try to be hip #

# And think like the crowd #

# But even the crowd

can't help me now #

# Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh #

# Oh, girl #

# Tell me what am I gonna do #

- Come on, Mutley.

- # I know I've got a guilty face #

# Girl, I feel

so out of place #

# Oh, yeah, yeah #

# Don't know where to go

who to see, yeah ##

[TV Announcer] So great was the beauty

of this magnificent black woman,

it has become legendary.

And now, out of the mist

of 3,000 years,

emerges today's

beautiful black queen.

Naturally beautiful.

Radiant. She is Black Essence.

And her beautiful, natural hair

is her crowning glory.

- Afro Sheen. Beautiful products

for a beautiful people.

- [Troy Sings Commercial Jingle]

# Beautiful people

use Afro Sheen #

- Change the channel.

- Don't think you can

come back here givin' orders.

Yeah, crabby. Mommy ain't home.

What do you care?

- Be quiet.

- You be quiet.

- The both of you can go back down South.

- Soul Train on!

[Clinton]

My favorite part of the show.

# Talk dirty, baby

That's what I feel now #

# Let's call this song

exactly what it is #

Look at that move.

Somebody could get hurt.

- Be quiet. You can't dance.

- Y'all got no soul.

[Nate] Look!

He's down on his butt.

# And while you're movin'

rock steady #

# Rock steady, baby #

# Let's call this song

exactly what it is #

# What it is

What it is, what it is #

One turn. Turn around and

watch them butts. Come on. Wide open.

# What it is

we might be doin' #

# Just want

to dance all night #

Clinton, turn the TV off.

Aw, come on, Dad.

We watchin' the...

- # Soul Train #

- # Soul Train #

I got some news

about your mother.

Everybody listen to me real good.

The doctors told me your mother's

sicker than we thought.

- What?

- They found...

- They found cancer.

- What's cancer?

It means that your mother's gonna

be in the hospital for a while.

There ain't no need to be afraid.

Your mother's gonna be fine.

But she gonna have to

stay in there for a while.

- It's not fair.

- I know it ain't fair,

but it's gonna be all right.

- [Children Crying]

- Listen to me now.

All y'all, listen to me now.

Come on. Shh-shh! Y'all ain't

listenin'. Come on. Now listen.

Shh-shh shh-shh! What they got to do

is run some tests on your mother.

[Crying]

Come on.

It's gonna be fine.

Come on. Don't be like that, baby.

- It wasn't my fault.

- I know it wasn't your fault, baby.

Ain't nobody's fault.

She gonna be out soon.

She just got to stay in there,

and they gonna run some tests.

[Boys Crying]

[Troy]

#... two, three, the devil's after me #

# Four, five, six

He's always throwing sticks #

# Seven, eight, nine

He misses every time #

# Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah, amen #

# One, two, three

The devil's after me #

# Four, five, six

He's always throwing sticks #

# Seven, eight, nine

He misses every time #

# Hallelujah

Hallelujah #

# Hallelujah, amen #

# One, two, three

The devil's after me #

# Four, five, six

He's always throwing sticks #

# Seven, eight, nine

He misses every time #

# Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah #

I hope we don't have to

dress up for Mommy's funeral.

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