Red Hook Summer Page #9
"Neither a corrupt tree can
bring forth good fruit,
"wherefore by their fruits
ye shall know them!"
SHlRLEY:
Chazz, Chazz!(MAN SHUSHlNG)
(WOMAN SHOUTlNG)
Somebody call 91 1 !
The Lil' Peace of Heaven!
WOMAN:
Oh, Jesus!Oh, Lord, help us!
SlLAS:
How come you're aIwayslosing your inhaler, then?
Because l could be careless sometimes.
Everybody makes mistakes.
SILAS:
You make just a little too many.CHAZZ:
WeII, I have you hereto help me find it.
SlLAS:
Yeah, yeah, whatever.Later for you.
CHAZZ:
Whatever.SlLAS:
Bye.CHAZZ:
Bye. Later.SlLAS:
Later?CHAZZ:
Goodbye, Flik.lt is true what that man said?
Turn on that little box of yours.
l got something l want to tell you.
You know, they built this place in 1 938
for the dock workers,
7,000 of them.
And then they stuffed the poor here.
The lrish first.
The ltalians.
The blacks and the Puerto Ricans.
(SlGHS)
Folks was supposed to
use this place as a stepping stone.
But then there was no place to step to,
because they gave it all away.
So,
now you part of the problem.
You poor.
And you're a drag on the very society
you helped build up.
So you hide inside your problems.
For years.
Forever.
l came here to hide,
but there was so much beauty,
it didn't seem like a punishment.
But God knows
Jump, man, jump. Go ahead.
(GAME BEEPlNG)
Get away.
Thank you for this.
(CHUCKLlNG)
Oh, yes, there's nothing
too good for my son.
Bishop, l just don't feel this is good.
Don't that feel good?
See, that's God's love, son.
l'm just His messenger.
That's all. lt's God's love.
Yeah, l guess so.
But l don't think this is what...
(SHUSHlNG)
What? You don't like
-Yes.
-Yes.
And that video game?
-Yes.
-Yes.
And them tennis shoes?
-Yes.
-Yes. Yes.
All them come from thy Father.
You see, the good book says,
"My beloved was put in his hands
"by the old hole of the door.
"And my sweet insides were moved."
-Bishop, l don't know...
-Shh!
Now, Blessing, those are God's words.
The Song of Solomon.
God wants us to love.
You see, man's love isn't God's love.
God's love is better.
You remember that verse l taught you?
Yes.
-That special verse l taught you?
-Yes.
Here it is here.
Now, let me hear it.
"By night on my bed l sought him,
whom my soul loveth.
"Thy neck is like the Tower of David."
Oh, l love the Lord.
Yes, that's it. Go on, go on.
Tell me more, go on.
Don't be afraid now.
lt's the good book, now go on.
Finish the verse,
and l'll let you play with your game.
"O my dove,
thou art in the clefts of the rock,
"in the secret places of the stairs,
"let me see thy countenance..."
Oh, l love this part.
"Let me hear thy voice,
"for sweet is thy voice,
"and thy countenance is comely.
"Take us the foxes, the little foxes
"that spoil you the vines,
for our vines have tender grapes.
"My beloved is mine, and l am his,
"he feedeth among the lilies.
-"Until the day break..."
-l got you.
-"...and the shadows flee away..."
-That's my boy.
"...turn, my beloved,
-"and be loved like a roe or a young hart..."
-That's my boy.
-"...upon the mountains of Bether..."
-Mmm-hmm.
"l will rise..."
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!
All Souls Missionary Baptist Church
covered for me.
They paid Blessing's family
some hush-hush money.
They also gave me a love offering
to go and never come back.
l gave that to your momma.
That's how you got that nice house of yours.
And then we all hid in corners.
All of us.
And we're still hiding.
Well, not all of us.
Silas.
l was a sick man.
But God cured me.
And what he didn't do,
l did with a doctor's help.
And after 1 5 years, l'm fixed.
'cause l got nothing to hide no more.
But, you.
Where you hiding?
That box?
You hiding behind "Flik"?
You hiding behind your momma?
The loss of your father?
Where you hiding, son?
Look, l got to go back to
Lil' Peace of Heaven
and clean up that mess over there.
l still want to go home.
l imagine you do, son.
We all get home.
Eventually.
(SPlRlT CLlMBlNG PLAYING)
Preacher man.
l used to pray, too.
My mother,
she was a true Christian, wouldn't you say?
You wanna know why l left the church?
lt wasn't because my mom got sick and died.
Because l couldn't see
nothing out there for myself.
Trouble never quits out there, you know.
ln the Hook, it's like...
lt's like giving a Tylenol
to a two-headed baby.
Sh*t don't work.
The only men we ever saw
trying to do good out there
was you and Deacon Zee.
But Deacon Zee is a drunk.
And, you...
l see now why my mother never trusted you.
(JESUS lS THE LOVER
l used to play the sh*t out of this thing.
My mother taught me.
Pick him up. Turn him around.
The blood!
That's what all you cock-sucking,
non-profit,
non-tax-paying God-hustlers
is selling, huh?
The blood!
Making a gold-plated living
off of these good people's money.
My mother's money! The blood!
(GROANS)
And to think, all them years
you was sucking them young boys off!
Tax-free!
Get him up. You pedophile motherf***er.
Tell me something, Bishop,
who's the real drug dealer, huh?
The real hustler, huh?
Me or you, huh?
Put him right there.
Come here. Come here.
Look!
l guess it's all good in the end, though, huh?
You can just call on Jesus.
He'll come down
and forgive you for your sins.
And while he's at it,
maybe he'll forgive me for mine, too.
l'm talking to you, Jesus.
Well, in the meantime...
-Stomp him.
-(ENOCH GRUNTlNG)
Chill, chill, chill, chill.
The only reason why
l'm leaving you breathing
is because of my mother.
Proverbs 1 8:
21 ,"Death and life is
in the power of the tongue."
(TAMBOURlNE RATTLlNG)
(JESUS lS THE LOVER OF MY SOUL
CONTlNUES PLAYlNG)
Bishop, God's gonna sort this out.
l'm praying for you.
Better go to the hospital,
let somebody look at you.
l see you for who you are now.
Satan.
The devil himself.
Lucifer, Beelzebub.
You took that boy's faith!
You took his faith,
and turned him into a monster.
And you'll burn for that!
You gonna burn in eternal hell!
(JESUS lS THE LOVER OF MY SOUL
CONTlNUES PLAYlNG)
(POUNDlNG ON DOOR)
DETECTlVE FLOOD:
Bishop,recognize anybody?
ENOCH:
No.No.
FLOOD:
Four eye-witnesses put youin the basketball court
buying your grandson's iPad back
from one of those suspects three weeks ago.
Detective, l can't even remember
last week's sermon.
Bishop, what happened to your face?
Shaving.
Are you kidding me?
l thought you men of the cloth told the truth.
You see anything?
Hmm?
-Sir, l didn't...
-Why you looking over here?
Look straight ahead.
l didn't see anything, sir.
Okay, let's start again.
Did any one of those suspects
take your iPad earlier this summer?
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