Crooklyn Page #7

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Que paso aqui?

- [Vic]

What the damn candles in here for?

- [Jessica Speaking Spanish]

Looks like a church.

Turn the lights on.

- It's not working.

- What do you mean?

Oh, hey. How y'all doin'?

- Hi, Mr. Carmichael.

- Y'all blow a fuse or somethin'?

- What happened to the lights?

- Where y'all been?

- What's with the candles?

- There's enough candles in here,

I know that.

Yeah, we, uh... We havin'

some financial problems right now.

We understand. I was hopin'

that the food stamps would help.

Um, anyway... Oh.

Like I was sayin'...

Here you go, Vic. We, uh...

We didn't blow no fuse.

Uh, the damn electricity been cut off.

- What?

- Yeah. Drag, man.

- Come again?

- We ain't got no electricity,

and neither do you.

You know I need my lights.

Can't sleep, can't think,

can't read without my lights.

- It won't be for long.

- How I'm supposed to cook

without no lights?

Probably just a couple of days

'til we can get it straight.

- A couple of days?

- Ain't that a b*tch.

Payin' you good money for rent,

and I ain't got no damn lights?

Well, now, that's what I'm sayin'.

I give y'all some candles.

- Forget candles.

- You don't understand

what you're dealin' with.

M-My disability requires

that I have my light.

Well, I know it's

an inconvenience, Vic.

It's an inconvenience

to everybody.

But I'm gonna go down there tomorrow,

and I'm gonna straighten it out, okay?

I hope you don't

expect us to pay rent.

Si no hay luz, no hay renta:

No lights, no rent.

Well, now, Miss Jessica,

I don't know 'bout no "us,"

'cause you don't even live here,

- but I do expect you to pay, Vic.

- Now I don't live here?

You gonna let him say that to me?

[Speaking Spanish]

- I don't live here now?

- I think I done paid enough, Mr. C.

I got enough shrapnel in my back,

I'm afraid to get wet.

I think I done paid

far too damn much.

Now hold up now, Vic.

- You know I don't want

no hollerin' and screamin'.

- I don't mean no disrespect...

- to you or your cares, Mr. C.

- Okay.

I think my rent has put just as much

food on your baby's table as you do.

- Well, now, okay...

- I did not have to give

your wife those food stamps.

Vic, let's go. Just forget about it,

okay? I can't live like this no more.

[Jessica Muttering In Spanish]

Now, at least y'all still

got gas and hot water.

- [Jessica Muttering]

- Okay, Vic?

It's good, baby.

I like eatin' by candlelight.

Kind of romantic.

- Are you wooin' me?

- It wouldn't do me much good

right about now, would it?

This is fun.

- Does this mean we can't watch TV?

- That's right.

- No cartoons.

- No Brady Bunch or Partridge Family...

- for Troy and Nate.

- Hey, n*gger, I don't watch that show.

- You do so watch that show.

- Liar.

- N*gger.

- Stop calling each other n*gger.

- And you can't watch the Knicks.

Come on.

Let's just eat in peace.

Daddy's got some good news.

I'm giving a solo concert.

- [Clinton] Great.

- [Troy] Wow! Daddy!

This is the one, Gem.

This one's gonna be real special.

Clinton, Wendell and Nate?

I need y'all to get out,

put up some posters for Daddy.

- Can you do that?

- All right.

- That's fine with me.

Don't worry. I'm gonna take care of the

house. Everything's gonna be all right.

Thank you, Tommy.

And call those numbers if you need us.

You see anybody actin'

suspiciously around the house,

you stand on that top step,

and you sing, okay?

- I'll see you when you come back.

- You'll scare off

the whole neighborhood.

- Drive safe, all right? Take care. Bye.

- Okay.

No one's gonna step on this stoop,

I'll tell ya. All right, bye-bye.

- Have a safe trip.

- Bye-bye!

Y'all didn't say bye to Tony.

- Tommy La La can't sing a lick.

- Why'd you tell him that?

[Woody]

# Roll on, Citroen #

# Roll on

Roll on down the road #

- [Whining]

- What'd you hit me for?

- [Nate Whining]

- Y'all, cut that out.

- Hey, hey, hey.

- It's not funny.

- # Roll on down the road #

- I'll tell Mommy.

# Now Troy's gonna be

with Cousin Viola #

# And Nate's gonna be

with Cousin Sam #

Can't wait. Finally have

some peace and quiet in the house.

# Roll on, Citroen

Roll on #

# Roll on, Citroen, roll on #

# Roll on down the road #

How many times you gonna sing

that same old song?

- Y'all don't like my song?

- [All] No!

You know, I'm glad the kids

are comin' South. I'm tired.

Don't know what's wrong,

but I'm tired.

Woody, we need

to make some changes.

The money I'm bringin' in

is not makin' ends meet.

I need your help.

You want me to, uh, pick up a guitar

and play some rock 'n' roll?

Yes.

If it'll help pay Con Ed, yes.

[Sighs]

This concert's gonna change

a lot of things for us, Gem.

Plus it's gonna bring in

a nice piece of change.

Who's gonna come but us, Uncle Brown,

Aunt Maxine and our friends?

People are gonna come to this concert.

People still want to hear good music.

I don't give a damn

how many records rock 'n' roll sells.

People know the difference...

between that

and good, pure music.

I need you to support me

in this, Carolyn.

Oh... Looka here.

Who gets up

at the crack of dawn...

Monday through Friday,

cookin' breakfast, go to school,

teach school, come home,

cook dinner, grade papers,

make lesson plans, try to keep our

rowdy kids from killin' each other...

just so you can be a "pure" musician

playin' "pure" music?

If that ain't support,

I don't know what the hell... what is.

- Thank you.

- [Coughs]

You woke up Troy.

You satisfied?

- What's the matter? Can't you sleep?

- No.

- You want to come up here with us?

- Yeah.

- Oh, whoa.

- You have long legs.

Whoo, Miss Coomish Mimmish.

Troy, aren't you

the lucky one.

Aunt Song and Uncle Clem

said Viola's beside herself

that you're comin' down here.

[Troy]

When am I coming home?

- In a few weeks.

- Will the lights be back on?

Oh, yeah, baby.

All the lights will be back on.

- I don't wanna go.

- Troy, come on, come on.

You're gonna have a wonderful time.

Please? Just this once?

[Whispering]

[Horn Honking

"Shave And A Haircut"]

[Horn Honking]

[Song] Lord, have mercy,

will y'all look at this.

- Whoa.

- [Women Talking Indistinctly]

I'm sure y'all are tired.

Lord, have mercy.

Y'all done brought your dog too.

Oh, Viola,

why don't you put Queenie

in the family room?

- Family room?

- Man! You sure got a clean house.

Oh, isn't that cute.

Clem, you hear what Clinton said?

- Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah.

- I'm Wendell.

- I'm Clinton.

Well, shut my mouth wide open.

Oh, Carolyn, I just love yours and

Troy's hair. Will you look at that?

All those little tiny braids and things.

What y'all call that?

Braids.

Oh, no, sugar.

We don't let the dogs in here.

This carpet's too nice.

- Boy, take that dog outside.

Put him in the car.

- What?

- Nate.

- Come on, Mutley.

Viola, ain't you gonna say hello

to your cousin Troy?

Troy, you didn't say hi?

- Hi.

- Hi.

She's just a little shy.

- Get off the couch. Woody!

- I could use some coffee.

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