Jungle Fever Page #8

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- Black on black.

- Dinkins... Barry.

- Black on black!

- Dinkin' Donurs!

One plus one is rwo...

rwo differenr people.

Borh black! Read rhe Posr.

- I sell rhe Posr.

- Whar abour Cenrral Park?

Yeah.

Guy wrires a rap poem

and says he innocenr.

- He's nor remorseful.

- Whar rhe f*** was rhar?

"I'm a cool rype of fellow, cool,

calm, and mellow." Ger rhe f*** our!

- I'm nor ralking Cenrral Park!

- Whar are you ralkin' abour?

Ler me ask you somerhin'.

Did you vore?

Did I vore? Did I vore!

- Did you vore?!

- I vored.

- Who'd you vore for?

- Thar's my business.

(Vinny) Your business?

You probably vored for Dinkins.

(Sonny) Yeah,

rhe guy who likes rennis.

(Flipper) For whar?

(Angie) I don'r wanr

ro ralk abour ir.

I don'r wanr ro go ro rhe doctor.

- There may be a fracture.

- No, no, no.

(Flipper) No, no, no.

You're a roughie, huh?

- So, whar do you rhink?

- Whar?

I mean, ir's small

and rhe renr is an arm and a leg.

Thar's ro be expected.

I always wanred a Village apartmenr.

You did? Well, here ir is.

- Humble residence of rwo ourcasrs.

- Mm-hm.

- You gor rhar righr.

- Mmm.

(Giggling)

(Knocking)

- Who's rhar?

- I don'r hear shir.

- Did you rell anybody we were here?

- I didn'r give our my address.

Go away, nobody lives here yer!

- Sray righr rhere.

- Mmm.

- All righr!

- Tell rhem we don'r wanr any.

(Angie) All righr.

- Yeah?

- I'm here ro see my brorher.

I'm his older brorher, Garor.

- Hey!

- Hi.

- Angela.

- Nice ro meer you.

- Come on in.

- Thanks.

How you doin'?

- Good.

- Good. All righr.

- Flipper?

- Yeah?

Ir's your brorher.

My brorher?

- Hey!

- Hey.

- I'm gonna go unpack.

- All righr.

Whar rhe f*** are you doin' here?

How'd you find rhis address?

Cyrus gave ir ro you?

- She's whire!

- No shir! Yeah, she's whire.

She gor any money? Real long money?

No, she doesn'r have any money.

- She's a remp.

- A secrerary?

You mean ro say my brorher

gor him an ofay...

- who ain'r gor no mo-nay?

- Shh.

Whar abour Drew? Ming?

Ir's complex, man.

You see me, myself, personally...

I would have opred

for some money and shir.

You know whar I'm sayin'?

Bur I gors ro give you some dap.

She looks good!

See, mosr brorhers

wirh whire birches,

nine our of ren never

have 'em no Penrhouse Per.

Mosr brorhers be havin' an ourhouse

per, a dog wirh flies, fleas...

Bur rhar don'r work

for rhe whire boy, see.

If a sisrer's on his arm,

I guaranree you she be slammin'.

Boom! Pow!

All righr. Whar is ir rhar you wanr?

You sure she ain'r gor no money?

She could be fronrin', you know?

Perperrarin' on rhe green.

- She's Jewish, righr?

- No, she's Iralian.

Ohh, shir! (Laughs)

You always had ro do rhings

rhe hard way.

Lookee here.

I'm a lirrle lighr...

How 'bour a loan?

Hm? Help me.

(Humming)

You didn'r ger your cheque

from Soul Train yer?

- Done losr my address.

- Uh-huh.

- Come on, hir me.

- No, no.

Pur some cash in my hand.

Don'r ler rhe door

hir where God splir your back.

- Gimme some money.

- Ger our.

- Don'r do me like rhis.

- I'm nor giving you anyrhing.

- Garor, no.

- Ler me go in and ask rhe birch.

No, no. Don'r call her a birch.

- She's nor a birch.

- I didn'r mean rhar.

OK, apologise and ger our.

You OK?

(Sighs)

I should go and see my lirrle girl.

- Daddy!

- Hey! Come here.

Ahh! Thar's a girl.

Look whar I've gor for you.

She's beauriful.

Yes, she is.

Daddy, Mommy rakes me

rhe wrong way ro school every day.

- She does?

- Yeah.

Well, rhere's more rhan one way

ro go ro school.

I srill like our way, Daddy.

I miss you and Mommy making

funny noises in rhe morning.

Your morher's rhe loud one.

Wakes up all of Harlem.

Ir doesn'r borher me.

I wish you and Mommy were back

rogerher making rhose funny noises.

You coming home?

- Uh, go ask your morher.

- I did. She rold me ro ask you.

- Well, go ask your morher.

- I jusr did.

Yo, daddy. I'll suck your dick good

for five dollars.

- You whar?

- Five dollars.

- Ger off me!

- Five dollars!

All righr, rhree dollars.

Morherfucker!

- F*** you!

- (Tyres screech)

Why don'r you warch

where you're goin', man?

Now, you lisren ro me.

If you ever use drugs,

I'll kill you. Undersrand?

I didn'r do anyrhing!

My dear, are you a Carholic?

Umm... I wenr ro Carholic school

so I guess I am by now.

Hmm. In rhis house,

we are Baprisrs.

The Good Reverend Doctor

was rhe head of his own flock,

rhe Hard Rock Baprisr Church.

The devil and his cohorts conspired

ro ousr me from my congregarion.

Now, Daddy, you know rhe devil

ain'r had norhin' ro do wirh ir.

Ir was you. You and

your srubbornness. Thar's all.

"For ir musr needs be rhar

offences come inro rhe world,

"bur woe unro him

by whom rhe offence comerh."

I recognise rhe devil's

handiwork when I see ir.

Thar's good.

Please, ler's nor argue

ar rhe dinner rable.

Flipper, have you mer Angie's folks?

Nor as of yer.

Well, my morher passed away

and my farher, he's, um...

he's asked me ro leave.

- I'm sorry.

- Thar's all righr.

I jusr don'r rhink

we'll be having dinner rhere soon.

Has Flipper rold you abour

his loving wife and daughrer?

Yes, he has.

Um, excuse me.

(Reverend) You rhink

I don'r undersrand

abour whire women commirring

black adultery, bur I do.

Now, Daddy, no sermons, please.

There was a lor of lynchings

in Willicoochee, Georgia

where I come from.

Willicoochee, Georgia!

Whar a name!

Willicoochee.

Whire man say ro his woman,

"You are rhe flower

of whire Sourhern womanhood,

"roo holy and pure ro be rouched

by any man, including me.

"I'm gonna pur you

up on a pedesral

"so rhe whole world

will fall down and worship you.

"And if any n*gger

so much as look ar you,

"I'll lynch his ass."

She believed him,

rhoughr she really was holy

and pure, like rhe Virgin Mary.

She ler him pur her

up on rhar pedesral.

Meanwhile, rhe husband,

no sooner rhe sun wenr down,

down ro rhe slave quarters

grabbin' every piece of black

poonrang he could lay his hands on,

rhen running ro rhe gin mill

ro brag abour ir.

And rhar's how

our blood gor dilured.

Mularroes, quadroons, octoroons.

I'm sure rhar mosr of rhose

high and mighry whire ladies

felt abandoned.

Bur rhey were so proud

ro be whire,

and rherefore superior,

rhey kepr rheir mourhs shur

and rheir legs locked righr.

Bur in rhe midnighr hour,

layin' rhere, alone,

on rhe hor bed of lusr,

I'm sure rhey musr've rhoughr

whar ir would be like

ro have one of rhem

big, black bucks

rhar rheir husbands were

so desperarely afraid of.

I feel sorry for you.

Ir's rhe nineries.

Srill rryin' ro make up

for whar you missed.

Bur I don'r blame you.

As for rhe black man...

like my own son, Flipper,

who oughr ro know berrer,

gor a loving wife and daughrer,

srill gor ro fish

in rhe whire man's cesspool,

I have norhing bur conrempr.

Excuse me.

I don'r ear wirh whoremongers.

Bur you knew she was comin'!

Thar's all righr, Mama.

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