House Party 2 Page #3

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in his pro-whiteness...

was not very pro-black.

Yo, man, stop bullshittin'.

Class...

I think Mr. Robinson

wants to know...

if you can say...

white-devils.

Why don't we hear

from one of these white-devils?

Maybe the one

sitting next to you...

and I know I'm scared of you,

Mr...

Johnson. Jamal Johnson.

Are you familiar

with what Malcolm X believed...

when he returned from Mecca?

Malcolm embraced

the brotherhood of all men.

Yo, word to the mother.

Congratulations, Mr. Johnson.

Unlike Mr. Robinson...

you obviously did

your preclass reading.

I won't see you

in summer school.

Sheila, what's wrong? Get away.

Baby, what's wrong?

He cleaned me out.

Who?

Who, baby?

Rick, that's who.

But what? What happened?

He took everything

he could get his hands on...

for gambling debts.

I don't know why

I ever trusted him.

But, listen, forget about him.

Are you going to be OK?

Baby, are you going to be OK?

Talk to me, woman.

Play, I'm so sorry.

I can't do the session.

I don't have the money...

and the worst part is,

MCA is waiting for the record.

Without it, we're nowhere, Play.

Dang. Look, if I get my hand

on the motherf***er...

I'll pop a cap in his ass.

Baby, talk to me.

What do you need?

Where does he live?

I'm your man. Talk to me.

Bilal, would you please

shut the f*** up?

Listen, if I had the cash,

I'd front the session myself.

Is there anywhere

you can get the money from?

All we need is to raise

the deposit for the studio...

and we can still

do the session...

and my accountant

is getting me liquid again.

But I'm completely busted.

If you hadn't put all your money

in that p*ssy mobile...

we wouldn't be in this sh*t.

Play, you don't understand.

This is our future at stake.

I have a check,

but it's made out to Kid.

He did sign it,

so I guess it's as good as cash.

- I'll take it.

- Wait.

That's perfect.

I won't even cash it.

Wait, wait.

Aw, damn.

Kid's check?

Yo, Play, that's f***ed!

The boy needs a education.

Yo, Play, that's f***ed.

Hey, man, you need to get

with the program.

Buy the books,

do the reading... End of problem.

You turkey.

Hey, take it easy!

Hey, guys, I smell something.

Do you smell something?

I smell p*ssy!

Yo, hold up.

This is black men using

their power of authority...

against another brother.

Yo, black, this ain't correct.

What's up with that?

Yo, who is this man,

your girlfriend?

Yo, what you want, man?

Wait a minute.

What are you guys doing here?

What are we doing here?

What up with that?

Motherf***er's in college,

and he can't read.

This means any time we want to,

we can f*** you right up.

Yo, and right now,

I definitely feel it.

Hey, Zilla, you feel it, man?

I feel it right now, man.

You really feel it?

What does he mean?

Tell these two motherfuckers

what time it is.

It's time to kick

their f***ing ass!

Yeah! Come here!

Motherf***er.

A hundred

and twenty-three dollars?

For books?

Tell me about it.

I'm spending so much on books...

I won't be able to afford

a trip home until spring.

So, where's home... Japan?

No. Texas.

Where's yours, Africa?

Stupid, huh?

No big thing.

Bad check. Bad check.

It declined your check.

You're going to have to go

to the finance office...

to straighten it out.

Don't worry.

It happens all the time.

Can I help you?

Time waits for no man!

They told me down the hall

I'd have to see Dean Kramer.

Don't let him sweat you,

my brother.

Maintain.

So...

Christopher...

before I get started,

I want you to know...

this isn't a racial thing.

What isn't a racial thing, sir?

The fact that your

tuition check bounced.

My tuition check bounced?

Now, this isn't a black thing.

It's a deadbeat thing.

I have to take your student I.D.

Deadbeat! Deadbeat! Deadbeat!

Deadbeat! Deadbeat!

Deadbeat!

If you don't pay your tuition

by the end of the week...

I'm going to have

to kick you out of here.

Stand up, please.

Good-bye, Christopher.

Have a nice day.

Don't forget...

Time waits for no man!

Peace.

Where is my money?

Kid, you got to promise me

you're not going to ill.

Come on, Kid.

I'm not going to ill.

Sheila has your money.

What?

I'll tell you what he said.

Sheila got your money, man.

Kid, you promised you wasn't

going to ill on me, man.

Look, see?

I told him not to do it.

I said, "Kid needs his money.

"The boy needs an education."

But no.

I said, yo, when you find out,

you going to whup that ass...

and that's what you gonna do...

Whup that ass.

Bilal, shut the f*** up.

Whatever.

Let me ask you this:

Why does Sheila have my money?

I'm glad you asked that, Kid.

Um, see, your money's safe.

Um, Rick...

You remember Rick, right?

Yeah, well, he was a snake.

He stuck her up for the money,

and she couldn't do my record.

- Your record?

- Yeah.

Kid, he dissed you, man.

Look, whup his ass!

Listen, the only ass that's

going to get whupped is yours!

I don't think so.

Oh, you...

Um, listen, you wanted

to be Joe College, right?

And I just needed the check...

as a deposit down

on the session so that, um...

by the time her accountant

liquidates all her assets...

That's right,

liquidates all her assets...

that we would get the money

back tomorrow at the session...

and it'll make sense to you

once you know the business.

Let me make it make sense!

Your money is gone, man!

He f***ed you

and didn't even kiss you!

See? Studio, ride.

Ride, studio.

Yo, no!

Yo, I'm telling you, man,

ain't no studio in there.

No, yo, that sh*t is gutted out.

I'm telling you,

it's a f***ing front, man.

Do Me Records.

What can I do for you?

Sounds like you could do a lot,

but anyway, my name is Play.

Uh, yo, and this is the...

his producer.

Um, Sheila Landreaux,

she's expecting me.

Sheila who?

See, I knew it.

Oh, this... Get off me.

- Shut up.

- What?

I'm sorry. Not you.

But listen, Sheila Landreaux...

and my name is Play,

and I'm here to cut a record.

Sorry. Never heard

of Landreaux or Play...

so there's no way Do Me

is doing sh*t for you today.

Yo, she f***ed you, man...

Yo, with your money, Kid.

Didn't I tell you when I tried

to tell you that in there?

Yo, let's just go.

I was trying to tell him.

So, Play, when are we going

to record our record?

Your record?

I'm here to cut my record.

What the f***

are y'all talking about?

Who the f***

you talking to like that?

Yo, chill, chill.

Yo, man, f*** your record...

Our record.

Sheila Landreaux

gave you our money...

for our recording session

to make our record.

You know what I'm saying?

Y'all know Sheila?

Wait a minute.

She said he has your money

for your recording session?

You damn right.

Well, excuse me. Damn.

You know, it sounds

like she f***ed all of youse.

What the...

Sh*t, they're taking her car!

Halt! Assume the position!

Looks like we nailed the

purloined Porsche perpetrators.

And they're all black.

What a surprise!

Hands up!

I want you victims of crime

to remember in the future...

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