Mississippi Masala Page #2

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Man, tell us what happened.

We was in this room filled

with computers and sh*t.

So l go on over to check them out, you

know, start fooling around with them.

- Start typing, Kill the crackers. - Oh, man.

And all this other stuff, right?

And then l couldn't erase it.

D-Money nearly lynched me.

- That's messed up, man.

- Yo, Dex, man. Dex.

There's big brother. You better haul ass.

Okay, y'all, peace.

Dex's messed up his brother's sh*t, man.

- Hey, D-Money. - Why l

always got to come get you?

Why l always got to come get

you off the street corner, man?

Daddy wants you home, maybe fix him

something to eat before he get off of work.

That's why l don't take you on the job with me.

- l can't depend on you. Come

on. - l was getting ready to go.

- Go by the employment office? - Yeah.

- And? - l went down

and they tell me l'm

coming in there too much.

They tell me veterans come first.

Those crackers always

got some excuse

That's what l'm talking about.

You always got some excuse.

You can stand out here on the

corner with these crackheads

but when it's about getting

a job, you got an excuse.

- You can wear these big-ass - Hey!

- Can l get something for y'all?

- No, thank you.

- Gentlemen, did you ring? - No.

Anything else l can get for you, sir?

Ma'am?

Could you put our bread in

a doggy bag, please?

Certainly, ma'am.

- l'll go inside and wait for my father.

- All right, Demetrius. Take care.

All right.

That's Grace's son.

You know, Mrs. Sanders' Grace?

He's the good one.

We helped him start his own

business. Clancy, bless his heart.

He spoke to the bank. You know

how they are with references.

Sorry l'm late, Dad.

lt don't make no difference.

Thought those two was never

gonna get up and leave.

Sat there all night and forgot to leave a tip.

l don't know why you're so stubborn,

working for them slave wages.

What you want me to do? Sit

at home and catch flies?

What you know about slave wages,

anyway?

- Guess who called me tonight?

- Who?

- Alicia. - Oh, yeah?

Sure was good to hear

her voice again.

l invited her to stop by on Sunday.

Daddy, what you do that for?

What happened between you

and her is your business.

But she always been

a part of this family.

She always will be,

so long as l'm alive.

Yes, sir.

- Hi, Mina. - Hi, Harry.

- How are you doing? - Fine.

That's the mother. Owns a

liquor shop.

Can you imagine?

The father's a complete screw-loose.

Spends all his time suing the

government of Uganda for his property.

The mother has her eyes on Harry.

- But we're trying to get Harry for

Namita. - You think this one has a chance?

You can be dark and have money, or

you can be fair and have no money.

But you can't be dark and have no money

and expect to get Harry Patel.

Brothers, sisters and friends.

On this happy occasion of my

only son's wedding reception

l would like to say a few words.

Hear, hear! Three cheers for Anil.

Thank you. Thank you.

But what l wish to say is

more serious and that is

even though we are 1 O,OOO

miles away from India

we should not forget our roots,

our culture

our tradition and our gods.

So please join me in singing a prayer.

What is this? Behave yourself.

Wake up. Everyone's singing.

Wanna go out when this is over?

Okay, let me tell my mother, though.

l have to get out of these clothes.

Ma, Harry's asked me to go out.

They're going out.

You wouldn't believe the racket. It's

1 O:
OO. Customers are complaining.

- So you better come right on over.

- Send them back to the reservation.

How often l gotta tell you?

They're not that kind of Indian.

- This place? - It's the

only place open in your town.

- Wanna give it a shot? - Sure.

Excuse me, two beers, please. Michelob.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- Tadice. - Hi, girl.

What are you doing here?

Just hanging out.

Harry, Tadice. Tadice, Harry.

- Tadice. Pleasure. - We

worked together at the motel.

You are needing room?

- Never mind us. Wanna dance? - Me?

- Hi. - Hey, how you doing?

We met this afternoon. The accident.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- How's your van? - All right.

And the car's all right?

- Not really. - Yeah.

Excuse me.

What's up, Rabbit?

Back from the city of Jackson

let's welcome home our

very own Alicia LeShay.

We saw your face in the magazine.

We're all proud of you, sugar.

Sylvester Artiste ill,

record producer.

How you doing?

Hey, with this lady by my

side, l feel like a king.

Rabbit and me used to

be the talk of the town.

- You seen my advertisement? - Yeah.

Now l'm gonna cut a record. And you?

Yeah, l'm doing all right.

We got some new machines

we're working with deep shags.

Everything's going all right.

Matter of fact, l'm feeling

Rashida, girl, how you doing?

You look fabulous.

Like to dance?

Mina, l'm leaving.

Come on, Mina, you can't leave

already. D-Money will take you home.

- Yeah, yeah. Where you stay? -

At the Monte Cristo off the 82.

- You sure you wanna leave? - Yes.

l'll stay if you don't mind, huh?

Tyrone, this here's

Mina.

Mina, Mina You got the

Are you from around here?

Yeah.

- You Mexican? - No.

l used to live in L.A. Plenty of Mexicans

there looking as pretty as you do.

l'm Indian.

Oh, come on, now.

You ain't no Indian.

Yes, l am.

What's a girl like you

doing in Mississippi?

Punishing yourself?

- You about ready to go?

- She just got here.

Why don't you stay and

l'll take you home?

l'll see you in the morning,

Tyrone. Come on.

What?

So you clean carpets?

Yeah.

l got my own business.

Motels?

Motels, offices, homes

lndian motels?

Yeah, some.

Mostly they clean their

own carpets, though.

Yeah, l know.

That's where l live.

ln a motel.

Work there too.

l'm gonna give you one of my

cards here. You might want to

You already gave me one.

l did?

This morning.

The accident.

Oh, yeah, okay. Yeah.

- l'll walk you in. - l'll be fine.

- Really. - You sure?

All right.

Oh, listen, l didn't mean

to butt in on your man.

He's not my man.

Well, maybe l'll give you

a call sometime.

- Listen to me. - Okay, okay.

lf you don't spend,

how will money come in?

There must be crossventilation.

lf money is not important, then

why are you wasting your time

suing the government of

Uganda for your property?

Money comes

mOney 90eS.

- Right, Pontiac?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Meet our Jaybhai.

ln Uganda, you're the

champion defender of blacks

but the same blacks kicked him out.

Right, Jaybhai?

- Cruelty has no color. - Principles, Pontiac.

Principles.

Jaybhai? Hey, Jaybhai,

who are you phoning?

- Hmm? - Kampala.

To tell the person who is

living in my house to get out!

- Had a good time? - Ma.

Where did you go?

Dancing.

l keep telling you

go out more.

Meet people.

You should've seen his

mother's face when you left.

Are you going out again?

Did he say anything?

Ma.

What happened with

Okelo and Papa?

How did that come into your head?

l mean, why doesn't Papa ever write to him

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