Save the Last Dance Page #5
- PG-13
- Year:
- 2001
- 112 min
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for your boys? Too busy fronting?
Too busy snowflaking.
And if that's the case, watch your back.
White women don't bring
nothing but trouble.
- That ain't white women, but women.
- That's your women.
We're gonna check out some honeys
on the west side. You riding?
Hell, no. This ain't about no honeys.
I know what it's about.
Those fools we stomped at Steps
hit my corner four strong last week.
They can bring it. I've got my heat.
That gat's only gonna create mayhem.
That's a black man's life.
Madness and mayhem.
How do you know?
You just got out of Juvie,
and now you're talking
about starting some more sh*t?
That sh*t ain't funny.
You act like you don't know
who you are no more.
And what's up out there
for anybody who ain't you?
I'm still from this neighbourhood,
but you...
Happens when a white girl
goes to your head.
- Or gives you some...
- Shut up, Lip.
I know what's out there,
it ain't like you can't get past it.
- But you're getting in your own way.
- I had help getting in my own way.
Hey, what's up?
- What the hell was that?
- I was trying to block the ball.
You b*tch!
Good going, Sara!
That's it! Nikki, back off!
Oh, yes! All day!
What is this sh*t?!
- Malakai! Are you all right?
- Yeah.
It ain't over, b*tch.
I don't even know why it started, b*tch.
'Cause you're always in my way.
Only when it comes to Derek.
That's what this is all about.
No, it's about you.
White girls like you.
Creeping up, taking our men...
Derek and I like each other,
and if you have a problem
with that, screw you.
I'll get it.
Yes, I'm coming.
- Oh, hi.
- Sh*t!
- I'm okay.
- Let me see.
- I'm really okay, I'm...
- What did she do?
Now is really not a good time
to talk. I'll call you.
- Here, let me see.
- That stings.
Yeah, but it's gonna keep your face
from swelling up like a pumpkin.
Hold it on there.
So, what are you gonna do?
Come on, it's payback time.
Either you're down or you're not.
Either you're my boy or you ain't,
simple as that.
Hey, baby, we lit it up out there.
Did you see us, D Man?
Do you see us? We're talking.
Anyway, we lit it up and...
Come on, that sh*t ain't funny.
- Damn right it ain't funny!
- I thought you liked it down there.
Your specialty, ain't it?
Crawling like a b*tch?
That was a reflex action
in the heat of a moment.
You're rude and wrong to bring
that sh*t up in mixed company.
- I'm gonna go home. Are you ready?
- No, he's not. He's talking to me.
This is an A and B conversation.
You gotta go? See yourself home.
- F*** you.
- What the hell is your problem, man?
- You gonna cover her back, not mine?
- Because you're wrong.
No, you're wrong. You've been wrong.
You ain't even worth sh*t no more.
Get out of my face, college boy.
And take
that trailer trash whore with you.
His pyjamas are in the bag. If it is
as cold as it was today, put them on.
Hey, what's wrong
with my nephew here?
Come on. It's okay, it's okay.
- What's wrong with him?
- He don't know you, Kenny.
I'm his father. He knows me.
- What should I do?
- Come around more often.
- I can't talk to you.
- And I can't depend on you.
What do you think I use
to raise this baby? Oxygen?
He has needs, Kenny,
Here we go.
And we're gonna keep going
until I get what I need from you.
I'm doing the best that I can. Do you
think your mouth helps the situation?
I'm just trying to deal with
this sh*t. I didn't ask for this.
What, and I did? I climbed
on top of myself and got pregnant?
I don't have time for this. You want
me to take him to my mother's?
Get his sh*t ready. Get his sh*t...
Get him ready!
You're not taking my son tonight,
not with that temper and attitude.
Fine then, I won't take him.
I'm out of here.
Go ahead, leave!
That's what you're good at!
Your son ain't seen nothing
but your back since he was born!
Shawana Clarke. Shawana Clarke.
- Do you want me to take him?
- No.
I have been here for an hour and a half.
- We'll get you in as soon as we can.
- My appointment was an hour ago.
- I got here early.
- We're doing the best we can.
Is there somebody else I can talk to?
Wench, gotta stand over her to make
sure she puts your name on the list.
Trifling b*tch.
I'll get that.
I know, I know, I know.
So your dad's tripping
about the fight?
- Yeah.
- Probably thinks it's Derek's fault.
So you put it all on her.
None of it's on you?
She started it.
I told you what she said.
She shouldn't fight with you,
but she had reason to say what she said.
Wait a minute. You agree with her?
You and Derek act like it don't
bother people to see you together.
Like it don't hurt people to see it.
Well, we like each other.
What is the big damn deal?
It's me and him,
not us and other people.
Black people, Sara. Black women.
Derek's about something. He's smart,
he's motivated, he's for real.
He's not gonna
make babies and not care,
run the streets messing up his life.
He's gonna make something of himself.
And here you come, white,
and you take one of the few decent men
we have left after jail,
drugs and drive-bys.
That is what Nikki meant
about you up in our world.
There's only one world, Chenille.
That is what they teach you.
We know different.
I don't understand.
I thought we were friends.
You want to be a friend?
Don't just be here to be here.
Open up your pretty brown eyes
and look the hell around.
Excuse me.
Come on, Sara,
this is for your audition.
Come on. You're not attacking it.
You're not working it, come on.
- I'll get it right the next time.
- You've got to get it right now.
- I can't work like this.
- Like what?
Like this, with you dictating to me.
All right, let's take a break.
I'm sorry. It's just
that the audition's next week
and everything's so messed up
at school. I'm feeling a bit weird.
You know, everything's gonna
be okay. I feel it.
- So, did you pick out a dress yet?
- A dress?
Yeah, you know,
girls wear those sometimes.
Steps, Main Squeeze night.
Couples only Saturday night.
remember?
I didn't know we had decided on it.
Well, Steps, what's there
I just thought that... I thought
that with the fight and everything
maybe we should cool it
for a little while.
What?
What are you saying? Are you saying
that you don't want to be with me?
- Or that you won't be seen with me?
- I'm just saying I'm confused.
Confused about what? Me?
A little bit. I don't know.
- Yes... no... maybe...
- Maybe?
Are we just talking
about Steps and school
or are you talking about the grocery
store, the sidewalk, the museums?
Break it down, I don't get it.
When is it okay for us
to be together, to be seen together?
I'm trying to be honest.
Nobody wants to see us together.
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