Madea Goes to Jail Page #6

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- We have built cases for death...

- ... on less than this.

- What do you want me to do?

I just want you to let this go.

I just want you to let her go back

to wherever it is she came from.

Josh, this is not our responsibility.

- Look, I gotta go.

- Okay.

- Can we finish this later?

- All right. I'll call you.

- Okay.

- All right.

- What's up, man?

- Hey, what's going on, man?

- Nothing. You...

- I don't wanna talk about it.

- We don't have to talk about it.

- Please.

I may have found a possible lead

for a brother of hers.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Thank you, man.

- It's all good, bro.

- Yeah.

- It's what I do.

You know, it's funny,

they really don't get along.

It says here that you went to college.

Yeah, I did two years.

What happened?

I ain't finished.

I see.

There are some blanks here

that you didn't fill out.

I don't know the answer.

What you want me do?

Looking at this application...

...tells me that you don't

finish anything.

So why should we hire you?

Listen, man, I just need a job.

You're gonna give me one or not?

It's really simple.

How bad do you want it?

I won't ask you to do anything

you haven't done a million times.

I've seen your record.

- What happened?

- Your Christian help ain't so Christian.

This is what your A-word get.

You're supposed to help these girls.

You know how you set her back?

Dear Jesus.

I don't know where the hell Cora is at.

I told her I need to go to the store.

People always told me

I can't be driving.

- She knows I need to go to the store.

- That child's gonna leave you to starve.

I told you,

that the way you were treating her...

...she's gonna leave you

to starve to death one day.

- And now this time-

- Shut up, bastard.

Oh, no. Hello.

- Cora.

- Yeah, hello, Madea. Yeah.

- Cora.

- Yes, ma'am.

Where the hell you at?

I'm still at the hair salon.

What the hell are you doing?

You've been there five hours.

Your hair ain't an inch and a half long.

What are they doing?

I'm coming. I'm just trying to-

Can I have some me time, please?

Hello? Hello?

- You need some what?

- Some me time.

Some what?

Some me time. Some time for myself.

- Cora.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Did I ever ask you for some me time?

- No, ma'am.

Did I ask you for some me time

when I had to get up...

...every four hours

and cook for you...

- ... until you were 17 years old?

- No.

Did I ask you for some me time

when I had to hit that stripper pole...

...every night trying to bring money

into this house?

- Did I ask you for some me time then?

- No, ma'am.

Old men up there trying to make it

drizzle, they sure couldn't make it rain.

- What the hell is me time?

- I'm just taking care of myself.

- Getting some me time.

- Time for nothing.

I'm going to the store.

- I'm a grown woman. I'll go myself.

- You can't go to the store.

You're not supposed to drive.

I'll be there soon.

Who the hell are you

to tell me I can't drive.

- If I feel like driving, I'm driving.

- You can't drive...

Shut the hell up.

You get in that car, you're going down.

I'm not playing around.

You're going down, you understand?

I'll be glad when you go down.

Down to the graveyard

and become some maggot food.

I'm hungry. What I'm supposed to do?

Just sit up in this house?

You can miss a few meals.

One or two.

Three or seven.

Nine or eleven.

Keep it up, Joe. Keep it up.

Oh, them people called.

You ain't gotta worry about no food.

You can call them,

they'll bring it down here.

What are you talking about?

Stop smoking that weed.

What the hell you talking about?

You're crazy.

They said they'd give you

three meals a day...

...and they'll give you a percentage on

the people who come through and pay.

- Where they feed you that much?

- One of the whales died.

They need another whale

at the aquarium.

Go on down there

and swim around for them.

You rusty old bastard.

You fart and dust come out. Go to hell.

Dead man walking.

Walking the green mile,

getting her out for Jesus.

I'm gonna walk the green mile

getting right for Jesus.

I don't know what you're blowing at,

but keep blowing.

Come on, grandma!

You coming-? You coming out?

Hey. You coming out?

- Move it, lady!

- I guess you ain't coming out.

I like them shoes.

Come on, come on, come on!

Here's a spot here. I got the groceries,

now I just need to get up in here.

Come on out.

I know- Did she-?

I know damn well that you just-

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Lady, I know damn well you saw me

getting ready to take this spot.

I saw you.

I took it.

Why don't you move your little car

before I move it for you?

Okay, go on in the store.

Go on in the store. Just walk off. Just

walk off like you bad. You bad. Okay.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

I said I was waiting for that spot, lady.

Well, it's my spot now, grandma.

Lady. Lady, look here-

Lady. Lady, let me explain some-

- You gonna follow me into the store?

- Lady, let me explain something to you.

Lord, have mercy.

Lord, have mercy.

She's gonna make me

tear the K and the B off of this Kmart.

I'm gonna back up.

I ought to run into her, Lord help me.

I don't wanna get in no trouble, Lord.

Help me, Jesus.

Help me, Lord. You know I'm ready

to go drive straight through this glass.

That's right. I'm gonna beat her ass.

Attention, Kmart shoppers.

We have a manager's special...

No!

Are you insane?

Didn't I tell you that was my spot...

...and you gonna jump in front of me

and take my damn parking spot?

Are you insane? Put my car down!

- Okay, I'm gonna put it down for you.

- Old woman, put my car down now!

Okay.

My husband is a police officer.

And he is on his way right now.

I ain't scared of no po-po.

Call the po-po. Call the po-po.

Honey, this woman, this Jemima

the Hutt, she ruined my car!

I'll get the hell out of here.

If he wants me...

...he better come to my house

to get me.

He will!

Get over here now!

The Kmart!

Am I forgiven?

After those flowers

and those chocolates?

- Yes.

- And that great movie that we saw?

You are definitely working on it.

That's good. Because I do not like it

when you're mad at me.

Well, I don't like being mad at you.

Oh, boy.

- Why don't we go inside and make up?

- Let's go.

Okay.

- Don't touch me.

- Candy, it's me. It's Josh.

- Josh.

- Yeah.

She's probably strung out

on something.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

- I'm sorry.

- You ain't gotta be sorry. All right?

- Okay, rest, rest.

- Just try to relax.

I promise. I'm trying. I'm trying.

Rest, rest.

You have never done that for me.

What are you talking about, Linda?

This.

The care that you're showing her.

You've never done that for me.

Baby, please, not tonight.

Okay?

Josh, you're in love with her.

What are you talking about?

I'm just trying to help out a friend.

I don't even know how to compete

with a drug-addicted prostitute.

Linda, there is nothing

going on with us.

I have to go right now.

I can't do this.

- I can't do this. No.

- Where are you going?

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