Da Sweet Blood of Jesus Page #3
Looking at my coochie...
Best to get yours,
'cause I will get mine
Like that, y'all,
it's like that, y'all
It's like that, that,
that, that, y'all... I
It's like that, y'all
- It's like that, y'all...
- Ugh!
It's like that, that,
that, that, y'all
It's like that, y'all...
It's like that, y'all
It's like that, that,
that, that, y'all
It's like that, y'all
It's like that, y'all
It's like that, that,
that, that, y'all
It's like that, y'all.
Motherf***er, you "killeded" me!
Excuse me, Dr. Greene?
May I offer you a beverage
before we take off?
No, thank you, Theresa.
We'll be landing in Teterboro
in just 45 minutes.
Dr. Greene,
if I may say so,
you don't look that good.
Summer colds are the worst.
But it's not summer.
Well, it's summer somewhere.
Good afternoon, Dr. Greene.
How are you today?
Same to you,
Mr. Clemente.
Thank you, sir.
Have a nice day.
Good to have you back
in the city, sir.
Tea, sir?
Thank you, Ellington.
Will there be
anything else, sir?
That'll be all.
Thank you.
Release me
From the catchin'
of the vultures
And let me breathe
Right, right, right
I'm disgusting, disgusting
Addicted to a culture
that merely bleeds
Light, light, light
Uncuff me, uncuff me
Roll off this filthy gurney
And let me feel, feel, feel
If I'm barely breathing,
no dunkin'
Then how am I survivin'
This dyin' dream
of life, of life, of life
- Sometimes, sometimes
- I don't feel God
I don't feel God,
I don't feel God...
- I hope everything's okay.
- Sometimes, sometimes...
Louie Jones?
Louis? Louis Jones,
Louie Jones?
Are you Louie Jones, sir?
- That's me.
- Okay, are you sure?
'Cause you act like
you don't even know your name.
Ain't nobody got time
for this, sir.
Please, come on.
Follow me.
So who you hiding from?
Okay, now open your mouth.
Open wide.
May I ask what your name is?
Colquitt.
Nurse Colquitt.
Nurse Colquitt, how long
will the results take?
20 minutes.
Here's a pamphlet.
I'll be back.
Don't touch that test.
You are...
HIV/AIDS negative.
Thank God.
- Mmmmm.
- Anything else?
Practice safe sex.
I will.
Yeah, yeah.
That's what they all say.
Girl...
Said the oceans
would run dry...
- Hello?
- Hello.
- Yes?
- Is this Dr. Greene?
- Who is this?
- Is my husband there?
I haven't the slightest idea
who your husband is.
Lafayette Hightower
is my husband.
Is he there?
I need to speak to him now.
Who is this?
Where are you from?
I'm from London,
and this is Mrs. Hightower.
Where's Lafayette?
Lafayette can't come
to the phone now.
Don't be scared
of the water...
Hello?
Tell Lafayette that I've had
a very difficult six months.
I want my money.
And if he can't speak to me,
he can speak to the police.
I have a very serious lawyer,
and he has advised me
on what to do with Lafayette.
Are you Dr. Greene?
Your husband has disappeared.
He's what?
Is he staying with you?
Yes.
In the guesthouse.
Listen, Dr. Greene,
I've just arrived
from Amsterdam,
and I'm hungry, I'm tired,
and I need a proper hot shower.
I'm flying to the Dominican
Republic next week,
and I need to speak
to Lafayette in person.
Please, please,
may I stay in the guest house
and wait for him
until I fly to the D.R.?
Are you still there?
Hello?
- Where are you now?
- I'm freezing my tits off
in the bloody
Martha's Vineyard Airport.
Well, it's sunny on
this side of the island.
Oh, great.
I'm sending a car for you now.
The chauffeur's name
is Seneschal.
Thank you.
...but you tried
to drown me
Lord knows
Lord knows
that I can't swim
No, no, no
Girl, I feel you
Try to drown me
In water
In flood
I think you...
did you try to drown me?
Lord knows
Lord knows
that I can't swim...
Madam.
Girl, I feel you
Try to drown me
Lord knows
That I can't swim
I said, the ocean's
all goin' dry...
Hello, Mrs. Hightower.
Can you tell Dr. Greene
I've arrived?
I'm Dr. Greene.
Sh,
apologies.
Impeccable grounds.
You must be doing all right.
I get by-
What's your first name?
I beg your pardon?
Now, don't tell me
your mother named you Dr. Greene.
It's very unfriendly.
Hess.
Ganja.
Do you mind if I go
straight to my room?
I haven't changed
since Amsterdam.
It's the first room on the right
at the top of the stairs.
I can take you up.
I can find it myself.
Why don't you find me
a glass of red wine?
Please.
And thanks for the hospitality.
You are really too much.
Red wine, sir?
Thank you, Seneschal.
Will that be all, sir?
That'll be all.
Nice home you have.
You said that already.
- Can I ask you a question?
- Ask away.
What would have happened
if I wasn't here when you called?
I don't believe in "ifs."
if I had two balls and a dick,
I'd be a bloke.
F*** "ifs."
Sorry I asked.
You asked me a question,
to a fault.
I want the truth,
good news or bad.
Between hurting someone with the truth
and just being quiet,
I tend to do the latter.
Dr. Greene.
Minister Ganja,
I only pray to God.
So do I.
Every night, on bended knee.
I don't see you with Hightower.
You should've been around
before we met.
How'd you meet?
We were in a queue,
boarding a plane
to Saint-Tropez for a holiday,
both alone.
I was standing in front of him,
and I could feel
somebody burning a hole
in the back of my head
like a laser.
It was intense.
Finally, I turned around,
and I said to Lafayette,
- "May I help you?"
- What did he say?
He smiled.
Lafayette has a great smile.
He said,
"I've been looking for you"
for the last 2,000 years.
"Where have you been
all my unhappy life?"
- And what did you say?
- Please.
His answer?
"I've been looking for you
for the last 2,000 years."
What did you say?
"Oh, f*** off."
You're lying.
Dr. Greene, I've already
told you, I don't lie.
We left Saint-Tropez engaged,
and it's all been
downhill since then.
Fast-forward, I'm stuck in
he was supposed to wire me money,
which he didn't,
so I had to call my parents,
which I hate,
to get my backside
back to the States.
When did you get divorced?
Are you married?
No.
You have baby mamas with babies?
Really?
No baby mamas with babies.
Gay?
Why does everyone
think a man my age
who isn't married is homosexual?
Don't answer that.
Bisexual.
- What's so funny?
- You are.
Care to partake?
I have to confess.
I hope one of them
was Lafayette.
As Christ died for our sins
and was buried,
so also is it to be
believed that...
He went down into hell.
I, Dr. Hess Greene,
confess to the destruction
of the very souls
before God Almighty.
So help me, Jesus.
You're just high.
It's all right.
Your husband committed suicide.
What did you smoke
and drink that I didn't?
You said you wanted the truth.
That's the truth.
How come every rich man I meet
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