Gimme Shelter Page #4

it out right away.

Do you have a problem with that?

No.

It's exciting.

Good.

Cassie, would you

excuse us, please?

I have something to

talk to Apple about.

Apple, we have a serious problem.

Your mother will not give her

consent for you to be here.

- No.

- I'm very sorry.

- No.

- I tried everything I could.

How could you call her?

She will never let me go.

Not as long as welfare

keeps sending her money.

Why would you do this to me?

Because she threatened

to call the police

and charge us with kidnapping.

What do you have

against your mother?

Did she ever abuse you?

I don't want to talk about it.

You can tell me what it is.

I can't.

Well, then I can't help you.

As much as I like you and

care about you and your baby,

I won't go to jail for you.

Because you're a minor,

I need the support of the state

or consent from your family,

- or some legal...

- And I'm supposed to believe that?

Stop talking and listen to me.

Or some legal reason why

you have to stay here.

You said you was going

to help me out.

You're a liar.

Apple, here you become a mother,

and that means you

take responsibility.

Don't cast your immaturity on me,

and then ask me to risk everything,

including the future of this

shelter, on your foolishness.

Stop dancing with your demons!

Look at me.

Learn to cooperate.

Shine the light on the lock.

- Shh shh shh.

- It won't open.

Get lotion.

Look at all this.

This is like the shopping mall.

Shh! Shut up!

Check this out. Hey.

I don't think he's going to be

able to fit in that any time soon.

You calling my son fat?

You're a huge jerk.

- Wow.

- Shh, guys.

Wow, Kathy needs to

clean up her office.

There's a lot in here.

- I know.

- Gosh.

Hurry up. Close the door.

Look. What's that?

Who's that?

Is that Kathy?

Let me see.

No, it's not.

Yeah, it's Kathy as a little girl.

Wow, she's cute.

- She ain't all that, Jazzie.

- She's pretty.

She a'ight. She a'ight. She a'ight.

No.

Don't open it. Who said that?

Shh!

What is this?

Oh, wow.

"Carmel Nickerson."

What's that?

"Nicole Lotito."

- Yep.

- "Lotito."

"Destiny Morell."

It's Princess.

Thank you.

"Danisha Dormer."

Don't put my government

out like that.

"Apple Bailey."

"Jasmine Colon."

It's Colon.

All right, check this.

This says "compulsive, anxiety,

and personality disorders."

What's "compulsive"?

It means you ask too

many questions.

Shh!

What about you, Pink Friday?

- Don't call me Pink Friday.

- Ooh! Meow, girl.

"Drugs, prostitution,

criminal record,"

"personality disorder."

"No family on record."

Prostitution?

Are you serious with

the prostitution?

Damn, girl.

You got a record!

"Rape victim, runaway."

"Family does not want her back."

It's all right. We're your family.

It's okay, Jazzie. We want you.

Mine says, "Mental and

physical abuse as a child."

"Chronic depression and

must overcome fear."

What the what?

No fear?

What about you, Apple?

Um...

It says, "Severe physical

abuse, runaway",

"parental drug/alcohol abuse,"

"multiple shelters

and foster care,"

"aggressive behavior,"

"lack of trust."

Don't worry. You can

trust us, though.

You can trust us.

Yeah, you're not aggressive.

That's what it says.

Hi. Can I help you?

- You must be Kathy, right?

- Yes.

I'm Agnes' mother.

Where is she? Agnes!

Oh, yes. Why don't you come in.

Where's my daughter at? Agnes?

I'm taking her home.

Agnes.

I missed you.

Come on, baby.

Baby!

Yo, little Agnes?

Can I get you something

to eat or drink?

You must be very tired

from the drive.

Oh. Nah.

We're leaving.

Yeah.

Come on, grab your stuff.

We're going.

I ain't going anywhere with you.

What?

Shut up, all right? You coming!

Okay, I'm just texting my associate

to have her things brought down.

Nah, you know what?

We don't need anything

from you, all right?

Come on.

No, no! I'm sorry.

No! I cannot. No!

- You may not take her!

- What?

- I am required by law...

- I'm her mother!

To report any abuse. I'm sorry.

- Yo, mind your own business!

- No, no, I'm sorry.

Yo, you don't come with me

right now, I'm calling DYFS,

and I'm putting you in a home!

You think for one second they're

going to let you keep that baby?

Okay, okay.

- It's your choice.

- No, no! No.

I have called the police.

If you don't want to be arrested,

you need to leave right...

- Nobody cares about us!

- No, I'm sorry.

You have to leave now.

Don't you know that?

You have to leave now.

No, I'm sorry.

I hate you.

I hate you.

You-No, listen to me.

You need to leave.

You need to leave right now.

- No! No!

- You don't even know what you did.

Okay, okay. All right, all right.

June?

Is that you?

- What the hell is he doing here?

- No, honey, you have got...

You have got to go.

- I'm sorry, no.

- What the hell is he doing here?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Agnes?

Come on, come on.

No, honey, you have got to go now.

- I don't want to be around him.

- No!

Agnes, how could you do that to me?

I'm her mother!

- I know, I know.

- Stop. Stop. Stop.

- Stop. Stop.

- I know.

I'm Tom.

Hi, Tom, I'm so sorry.

It'll have to be another time.

- I made a mistake.

- Apple.

I'm so sorry. It's not a good time.

It's not a good time.

- But I need to talk to Apple.

- I know you do.

I'm so sorry, but it'll

have to be another time.

- Can I help?

- No, no, we're good.

Another time, please.

- Can I just have a word...

- I'm so sorry.

Okay, honey. Okay.

It's okay now. Come on.

Let's go inside.

I've got you.

I don't know, but I know I'm

craving some red velvet cake.

How many more of these

do we have to do?

Kathy says the more

envelopes we send out,

the more donations we can get.

I got it!

I got it!

It's going to be four black

babies and four white babies now.

Um... Carmel, you can't count.

You forgot yourself.

Just sit down, dum-dum. Sit down.

And Tina and Jaz are

Hispanic, not white,

so that's another category.

Besides, you don't even

know what Apple's baby is.

For all you know, it may be

a caramel color like you.

Yet another category.

Okay, well, I tried.

Well, uh, my baby's father's black.

Ooh!

I bet he's fine.

See? I told you.

I bet you guys were getting it on.

To their left

Everybody look to their right

Can you feel that? Yeah

We're payin' with

love tonight

It's not about the

money, money, money

We don't need your

money, money, money

We just want to make

the world dance

Forget about the price tag

Ain't about the

cha-chang cha-chang

Ain't about the, yeah,

ba-bling ba-bling

Want to make the world dance

Forget about the price tag

Okay

We need to take

it back in time

When music made us all unite

And it wasn't low

blows in video ho's

Am I the only one gettin'...

Everybody grab a box or something.

Take a box in.

Very good.

Can you get the door?

Need help?

I would like to call up Kathy

Defiore, who many of us know,

to talk about her very special

work that she is doing.

Thank you, Father Marks.

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