Friday Page #4

l didnt make you

smoke that joint.

Might as well.

"Come on.

Stimulate your mind.

"lts Friday.

lm gonna get you high."

Why you bringin up old sh*t?

l could knock--

l left my purse in your house.

Can l get it?

Come on.

Fool...where Craig at?

Fool?

He in the house.

Hell, no!

Who is that b*tch?

Who was that b*tch?

Who you talkin to?

N*gger, lm talkin to you!

Who is she?

Thats just Debbie

from down the street.

Whats she doin in there?

Just go in the house!

What you lookin at?

Get yo ass in the house!

Hurry up!

lm going in to straighten

this girl out.

lll be right back.

lm gonna go to my crib, man.

My stomach hurt.

Come back!

All right.

Sh*t.

Damn.

What the hell you want? Damn!

Can l use your bathroom, please?

What you gonna do,

number one or number two?

Number two.

Sh*t. You aint gonna drop

no stinkin loads here.

lf anybody drops a stinkin

load, its gonna be me.

F***.

Sh*t.

What the hell

you doing back here?

Nothin.

lm fixing something.

Stay over there.

l thought you wanted me

to wash your car.

Wash it later. Stay over there!

l aint the smartest man

in the world...

but from here it looks like

you takin a sh*t.

Ezal, get the hell off

my back lawn!

You been eatin corn?

Get out of my back--

Get on!

But between me and you,

when youre done...

lll clean all that sh*t

for you for 2.00.

-What?

-You better not tell nobody!

-lm not.

-Keep it on the down low.

All right. lm not like that.

Well keep it down.

Smokey back here takin a sh*t!

l aint gonna tell nobody else.

You need to control

that funky ass temper.

l know. l be forgettin, baby.

You got to be reminding me.

lm sorry.

My mama know thats you

calling and hanging up.

What?

That aint me

calling and hanging up.

You know l love your mama.

You got some money?

What? Some, huh?

How much you need?

About 200.

l guess so.

What you gonna give me?

Can l talk to you for a minute?

What?

What?

Could l use yalls VCR?

l want to dub a tape.

Hell, no!

lts The Mack!

Wait a minute!

Who the f*** is that b*tch?

F*** you, motherf***er!

You think youre slick,

asking me for money!

Ask that b*tch for money!

Damn.

Whats wrong with your ho?

Damn!

We had the money right there

in my motherfucking...

We aint have sh*t.

What we gonna do?

That fools just playing.

l aint sweatin it.

Thats your problem.

Aint nobody playin but you.

You walk up and down the street

all day playing.

He aint playin!

You think he playin

about his money?

You dragged me into this.

He know where our mamas stay.

He had a gun

when you seen him, right?

Name one person in the hood

that play like that.

l know, huh?

Look...

lm sorry l got you in this.

lm going to tell him

you had nothin to do with it.

l smoked up his weed.

lm gonna face the consequences.

lf l get dealt with,

l get dealt with.

Have you seen my sh...

Whats that for?

Protection.

Protection?

Protection for who?

Me and Smokey.

l got to walk Smokey

to his house.

Your mother and l never wouldve

moved into this neighborhood...

if we had known youd need a gun

to walk down the street.

You know how it is around here.

Thats not the way it is.

Kids today are nothing

but punks, sissified...

so quick to pick up a gun.

You scared to take

an ass whippin.

This is what makes you a man.

When l was growing up, this was

all the protection we needed.

You win some, you lose some.

But you live

to fight another day.

You think youre a man

with that gun?

lm a man without it.

Put the gun down.

Put up your dukes.

Now youre a man.

Your uncle picked up a gun, too.

He had to find out the hard way.

Twenty-two years old.

You got a choice.

These are all you need.

All right?

Whats up?

Whats up, Red?

Get your ass up.

They was clownin you

at work today.

-So what?

-l saw the tape.

We kept rewinding it.

lt looked like your head...

but you cant tell

from the back.

-How your eye?

-lts cool.

Damn!

Put your glasses back on.

Whats up?

Smokey, sell me a dub!

l aint selling you nada.

Come on, holmes.

Lets let bygones be bygones.

Raise the f*** up before

Craigs father come.

-You need to go and do that.

-l aint selling him sh*t.

You better get your ass

off your shoulders.

You aint going

to get me shot up.

You better make that money.

Hurry up.

Ese.

This n*gger got us in some sh*t.

You know that sh*t

was f***ed up.

lts all right.

You have nice legs.

Sh*t, here come Deebo!

-Who?

-Dee-bo!

lm going to tuck mine in.

Whats up, yall?

Whats up, Red?

Thanks for the bike.

-What you got on my 40?

-l thought you had 200.

l do, but l want

to spend Reds money.

lm broke.

Give it up.

Come on, stall him out.

What you got on my 40?

l dont have nothin.

You got something.

Why you trippin?

Shut up,

or l knock your ass out.

Why dont you give him

back his chain?

What chain?

Yeah, what chain?

-Why yall didnt help me?

-Man, lm high.

Thats f***ed up.

l would have helped yall.

What about when he tried to

choke me in Smokes backyard?

That was different.

Lets jump him.

Sit your ass down.

l got mind control over Deebo.

He be, "Shut the f*** up, "

l be quiet.

But when he leaves,

l be talkin again.

My grandmama gave me that chain.

He trippin hard.

Only on people he know.

He dont be pullin that sh*t

on them fools around the corner.

F*** that!

He going to cry in the car.

Here come Dana

and her punk ass boyfriend.

What you doin

with that on your head?

Dont even ask.

Dont get homeboy f***ed up.

Debbie came by here

looking for you.

What did she say?

She just said

to tell you she came by.

All right.

When we going to hook up?

Boy, please.

Alvita!

Thats OK! Shell be back.

Another Quaalude,

shell love me in the morning.

-Aint that right, Frank?

-Get off me.

Hes crazy!

Sh*t.

Hes going off.

Goddamn preacher!

-Daddy wants you.

-Look.

What Daddy want?

l dont know. Go see.

Tell me if anything happens.

Go see.

Whats up with me and you?

l was in there

on the phone with Debbie...

and whats up with Rita?

-Rita who?

-Rita thats coming at 7:30.

Thats my friend.

Anything else happen?

Look at Ezal.

Scandalous.

Damn!

ls Dana in there?

Just go on and knock.

Whats your name?

Shana. Excuse me.

Stop!

Dont come over here

with that attitude, girl.

Whats up?

Nothing.

Did you pick up the hair?

Daddy wants you again.

Damn!

What he want?

Go see.

Outrun the dog!

Go for the tree, Mr. Postman!

Go!

Get me a glass of water.

lts your ass, Mr. Postman.

l look like the Kunta Kinte

around this mother...

Go!

Took long enough.

l know.

This is what were gonna do.

lm going to run over

and give you the gun.

Then lm going home to chill.

You wait for them n*ggers.

Later on, call me

and let me know what happened.

Youre making me nervous.

l aint scared of sh*t.

-Stop!

-All right.

Damn!

What car is that?

l dont know.

l dont know who car that is.

What time is it?

Seven forty-five.

N*gger, thats Janet Jackson.

-Who?

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