Losing Isaiah Page #4

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if there's a child involved.

She's going to have a right

to be heard.

We're talking about a woman

who is a junkie,

who put her kid

in a garbage can.

Someone who should be arrested,

not given back

her parental rights.

Well, that's what

you'll have to prove.

Look, I know you came to me

because you thought

it would help

to have a black attorney,

but understand this is

a difficult situation.

Is that a polite way

of saying no?

I said I'd think

about it, and I will.

This isn't a simple issue.

You might raise a black child

with the best intentions

in the world, colorblind,

but in the end,

the world is still out there.

He needs to know who he is.

A child should be

with his parents.

We agree there.

Whoo... pretty.

Again. More bubbles.

More bubbles, Hannah.

More!

More, more!

Come on, Isaiah,

we've been doing this all day.

More bubbles, Hannah!

Bubbles!

Isaiah.

- Give me that.

- Isaiah.

Isaiah, look at our hands.

What's different about them?

My hand's smaller.

Bubbles, bubbles!

Hannah, come set the table

for dinner.

Stop switching channels.

I want to see some cartoons.

Give me that thing, boy.

Oh, hey.

Where's your mama?

Out.

Girl, is you crazy?

You don't just let some strange

man come walking up in here.

He gave us all this TV stuff.

Hey, little man, help me

put all these tools away

and clean this mess up,

and I'll show you

how to work

the video games, okay?

Yeah.

Help him put

all them tools away,

so he can get on out of here.

Look, I didn't mean nothing

by all this.

I just thought the kids

would like it.

Mmm.

Hey, there's a Scooby- Doo

marathon on tonight.

Yeah...!

Well, you can Scooby-Doo

your butt on out of here.

Let's go.

Here.

No, no, you keep that,

all right?

Remember what I said:

Honorary cable man.

See you later.

Don't wait up for me.

Why are you

so mean to him?

He act kind of stupid,

but he's nice.

Yeah, real stupid...

and a little too nice.

Hey, pretty lady, how you doing?

Why don't you let me

carry that for you?

I'm doing just

fine by myself.

Oh, come on, I got it.

Now, see, look, now,

was that so hard? Come on.

There you go.

Let me ask you something.

What did I do

that was so bad?

You ain't had no business

walking in on them kids

like that.

You didn't like my singing

much either, right?

What's happening?

So, what kind of

music do you like?

None of your business.

Bet you like rap, right?

Dr. Dre, Salt & Pepa, right?

See, that's why

I can't get no gigs.

These youngsters today...

they don't even know

what a bass guitar

sounds like.

You know what the key

to playing bass is?

Nope... and I really don't care.

Thank you.

Big hands.

See that?

That's pitiful.

I like you.

You don't know nothing about me.

Well, do me a favor...

tell me something.

I don't like

fast-talking brothers

who get up in my face.

Well, there you go.

I like pretty ladies

that don't like

fast-talking brothers

who get up in their face.

Later.

All right.

Sorry. Had to bring her.

Miss Fredericks is going to

kill me if she find out.

I don't think the child

will tell her.

How much does this place cost?

It's $300 a month.

You crazy? I can't

afford no $300 a month.

Well, how much

can you afford?

I don't know. Maybe $150.

That way.

If I stop saving.

Well, we'll get the rest

taken care of

by Aid to Dependent Children.

I ain't got no

dependent children.

Oh, you will.

All right, get it cleaned up,

find some furniture,

and fix the window.

For what?

It's just gonna get broke again.

Somebody gonna look in here

and see what I got and take it.

Fix it so the sun can shine in,

so you can look out,

watch your boy play

in the courtyard.

And get rid of your boyfriend.

I ain't got no boyfriend.

Eddie Hughes?

Oh, so, you spying on me now?

It's part of my job.

They're going to try

and make you look

like the Devil in court.

There can't be anything

you do to help them.

He's married.

He ain't married.

You asked him?

You jealous?

Don't flatter yourself.

This goes way beyond you.

Black babies belong

with black mothers.

I'm not going to let you

do anything to mess that up.

Now, you break it off

with this guy,

or I drop the case.

This is your first place,

isn't it?

Yeah.

Welcome home.

I'm leaving.

Not without paying

for the rest of the time

you owe, you ain't.

Why Khaila gotta go, Mom?

Shut up, boy. My head hurts.

I don't want her to go.

Don't nobody care

what you want!

Now go on out of here!

Tell Josette to comb the naps

out your head!

Do something. Go!

What you looking at?

It ain't right for you

to talk to him like that.

Well, when you get your own kid,

you talk to him the way

you want to talk to him.

This kid here is mine... mine!

Just take your funky ass

outta here if you going!

Bye.

Go on. Leave!

Hello, sweetheart.

How'd you find me?

Ah. Shorty Big-head.

Gave him a pack

of Now & Laters...

he gave you up like that.

Hi, Khaila.

Hi.

Come on, guys.

Ooh, your place is nice.

Yeah. All this furniture.

Why didn't you tell me

you were moving?

You know, I would've helped

or something.

This your boy's?

Mm-hmm.

Where he at?

I told you that

a hundred times already.

Put that stuff down.

That ain't yours.

Check it out.

I got four tickets

to the James Brown concert

tonight.

I know you think my music

is older than dirt,

but I'm going

to show you that

it can still be funky.

Hey!

Dirt... that's something

you should know a lot about.

Kids, sit tight.

Would you...

outside, please?

Humor me.

Give me that.

You want to tell me

something?

Uh-uh. Maybe you ought

to tell me something.

Okay. What do you

want to know?

Huh?

Maybe about... your wife?

Okay.

We're separated... all right?

We don't even talk.

Oh, you on vacation

from that, too?

Khaila...

you know,

it's a whole big mess, and...

I didn't want to get into...

But you still married.

It don't mean nothing.

Oh, it don't?

Don't mean nothing?

Don't mean nothing

at all, huh?

I'm not trying to run a game

on you, Khaila.

Somebody is always

trying to run a game on me.

You ain't no different.

Walking around here

carrying groceries,

singing little silly songs

and sh*t.

You ain't nothing.

You just like every other

sorry ass man I ever knew...

bullshit!

Stay the hell away from me,

and stay away from them kids!

Sh*t.

You're letting me wear

these pearls?

Your pearls.

Just stay calm.

He's going to try his best

to get a rise out of you

any way he can.

That will only work

to his advantage.

Who's that?

Khaila.

So...

don't worry about it.

Just... stay with it, okay?

All right?

And how long have you

been clean, Miss Richards?

Two years and one month.

And what made you stop?

Isaiah.

Could you please speak up,

Miss Richards?

Isaiah.

What about Isaiah?

How I left him.

Left him where, Miss Richards?

I just needed to get me a hit...

so bad.

He was crying.

He was screaming.

Like he was calling my name.

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