Precious Page #5

nasty mystery-meat stuff

they got downstairs.

Can you bring me something?

I don't like fruit. I like McDonald's.

First of all, I don't eat McDonald's.

Second of all, you don't need

to be eating McDonald's, either.

It's not healthy.

But I like McDonald's.

We all like McDonald's, right?

We like McDonald's, too, over here.

I don't like no damn McDonald's.

I want some of that organic sh*t

like you got.

Well, I tell you what,

when you get up out of here,

you go with all your little friends,

and you go to McDonald's,

and you get as much

McDonald's as you want.

But right now,

you're gonna take care of your health.

Are you a doctor?

- Are you her doctor?

- Am I a doctor?

- Yeah.

- I am a nurse's aide.

Nurse John-John.

Oh, that's funny?

Well, you're a man.

- You've never seen a male nurse?

- No.

Not looking like you do.

I am a male nurse.

I am Nurse John McFadden.

So was you up in the room

when she popped the baby out?

You was like, all up in between her...

Joann, don't be nasty!

How was it? Was he screaming?

It hurt.

Tough gal like you had to scream?

Not so tough with a baby coming out of me.

It hurt. And it burned.

- Are you married?

- Shut up!

You got a girlfriend?

- Why you asking? He don't want you.

- How would you know?

Why don't you stop being a ho

for 10 minutes?

What's wrong with these people?

You don't want her, right?

I wish I was a cantaloupe in that cup.

So he could eat you?

Okay, no. I gotta go. I gotta go.

No, that's all right. That's all right.

Can I get a kiss, too, Nurse John?

- Good afternoon, ladies.

- Bye, Nurse John.

- Bye!

- Good night, Nurse John-John!

Precious and John-John

Sitting in a tree

- F-U-C-K-I-N-G

- Shut up! Y'all are nasty.

You think he's spending the night

up in here?

Now she gonna write

about Nurse John in her book!

"Dear Ms. Rain,

"All the years I sit in

class, I never learned.

"Now I got a baby again by my father.

"I wish I had a boyfriend like other girls.

"Then I'll feel right

that I have to quit school.

"I love my baby, but I want school, too.

"Social worker ask me

if I wanna give little Mongo

"and Abdul up for adoption.

I could kill her.

"She never helped before.

Now she wanna take my kids away?

"If she takes Abdul,

I won't have nothing no more."

"Dear Precious,

"I think your first responsibility

has to be to yourself.

"If you keep Abdul, you might have nothing.

"You're learning to read and write.

That's everything.

"You come back to school

when you get out of the hospital.

"You're only 17."

This looks like a big-ass condom.

Use that for Nurse John.

Not looking like that.

Your hair looks a mess.

- I'm giving you banjee.

- Shut up!

I got your journal.

Thank you.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

All right. I'm bored. I'm

about to leave. Bye.

Bye, Ms. Toosie.

You got a nasty-ass mouth.

You got a nasty-ass hat.

That's what's wrong,

you hanging out with b*tches like that.

Here's your baby.

It's probably the last time

you're gonna ever see him.

Grandmother come and visit and say,

"Only a dog would drop a baby

and walk off."

Not even a dog.

Say later, "Not even a dog."

I'm proud of you.

Ain't nothing like your mother.

"Where was your grandmother

when your father was abusing you?

"Where is little Mongo now?

"What is going to be the best thing for you

in this situation?"

"Ms. Rain, you ask too many questions.

"Sometimes I wish I could stop breathing.

"I just wanna be a good mother."

"Being a good mother might mean

letting Abdul be raised

"by someone who's better able than you

to meet his needs."

"Ms. Rain, I is the best

to meet my child's needs."

"Who's gonna help you?

"How will you support yourself?

"How will you keep learning

to read and write?"

"The welfare helped Momma."

"You look and see

how much welfare has helped your mom.

"You could get your GED,

"and go to college.

You can do anything, Precious."

You back?

What's his name?

Can I hold it?

Hey, Precious.

Hey.

You had the baby?

A boy.

Where you been all this time?

Let me see him.

Can I hold him?

He look like his daddy.

He named Abdul.

Put all this sh*t down

and go get me something to drink.

You b*tch!

- You f***ing b*tch!

- You crazy, Momma?

Am I crazy? B*tch, if I was to...

You ruined my f***ing life!

You done took my man,

you had those f***ing babies,

and you got me put off the welfare

for running your goddamned

stupid-ass mouth!

I ain't stupid and I didn't take your man.

Your husband raped me!

Didn't no-f***ing-body rape you!

B*tch, don't you put

your f***ing hands on me!

Mary, leave that girl alone!

Can I see the baby now?

B... C... D...

E... F... G... H...

I... J... K...

I'm tired of shopping.

Yes, because they all trying

to take your money.

They don't...

I'm calling the cops.

Tell me what you see back there.

I could tell by Ms. Rain's face

I ain't gonna be homeless no more.

I just don't know

where I'm gonna end up, though.

I'll hold.

I feel bad for her.

She just an ABC teacher.

She ain't no social worker.

What's going on?

But she all I could think of.

Look, when the others get here,

tell them to start writing.

And whichever one of you is older

is in charge, okay?

Consuelo, I know that's not you.

Come here.

Ms. Rain, I can't stay. I'm serious.

I've tried to talk...

Consuelo, you're not leaving class

and I'm not dealing with this right now.

Take this money.

Go get something for Precious to wear.

Quick. And bring back my change.

Sixteen years old. A three-day-old infant.

The baby not bleeding.

I think this is Precious' blood.

Well, why didn't you tell me that before?

We'll find you a place to live.

Joann, you're late.

Rhonda, you ain't the teacher.

Joann, Ms. Rain is busy

with Precious today,

so I am the teacher today.

Okay. Why?

- Where's Precious?

- Just sit. Pull out your notebook.

Joann, you wanna say one of your raps

to the baby?

What's the baby doing here?

- Joann's gonna rap for you.

- Let me see.

She all right. She's doing good.

Why is the baby wrapped up

in a blood-covered blanket?

- Joann, what's so funny?

- For real. What happened?

You don't wanna know is

how it got on the blanket.

You know what your problem is, Joann?

That you can't take anything

serious enough.

- Jermaine, me expect better from you.

- Okay, Rhonda.

Joann, stop laughing at this baby.

Queens.

Let me call you back.

Just tell me what happened!

No, it's not funny.

But Joann, there's nothing funny

about a baby with blood on it.

I got a West Indian friend

who's a Council member.

Let me see what she can do.

Hold on a second.

I found a lesson plan in our notebooks.

We're gonna...

Claireece Jones.

Hey, Ms. Lisa. How you been?

I don't know.

I went to see that movie, Barfly, last night.

Piece of sh*t.

- I'm sorry.

- It's on my desk. Can you hold?

Something's wrong with you, Precious.

This baby stink.

Well, we don't have a Pamper,

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