Tales from the Hood Page #2

and he didn't wanna go.

- You understand?

- Let's cut the sh*t, Strom!

- Shut the f*** up, boy!

- Cut the sh*t!

That story never did

make any sense.

- Just save it.

- Save it for who?

Hey, Clarence,

if we go down, you go down.

That's right, Clarence.

You go down.

You guys killed a good man,

and you ruined his name!

I should've turned you in

instead of just quittin' the force.

- You quit because you're a p*ssy.

- You're a goddamn p*ssy.

So I thought the least we could do

is pay our respects.

What do you mean "pay respects"?

Pay Martin Moorehouse

a little visit.

Or are you too much of a p*ssy

to visit him?

A f***in' fruitcake.

How are we supposed

to visit a dead guy?

Are you saying you want us to go

out to Moorehouse's grave with you?

- That's exactly what I'm saying.

- Excuse me.

F*** you.

If we go, will that be the end of it?

You'll be satisfied?

I'll be totally satisfied.

Well, in that case,

I don't think there's a problem.

- I got no problem.

- You guys agree?

Follow me, fellas.

- Lead the way.

- Let's go.

- Hey, what the f*** are we doing?

- Clarence won't be making it back.

How much further?

Martin's right here.

This grave.

I brought them.

Are you happy?

Sh*t. You expect us to believe

you're talkin' to this dead f***er?

Quite frankly,

I don't know what to expect.

My orders were

to get you out here.

I'm good at that, you know.

Following orders.

It's just an electrical storm.

What, are we supposed to be

scared to death? Is that it?

Don't know, Strom.

Should you be?

You know, you piss me off.

You know that?

- I'll be the first to volunteer.

- You're not gonna.

You know what I'm gonna do?

You know what I'm gonna do, boy?

Get out of my way.

I'm gonna piss on...

I'm gonna piss on his grave.

Way to go, Strom.

That's pretty cool.

You know what?

Kind of dry here.

Billy, why don't you come on

over here and piss with me?

I don't need to go, man. I took a piss

right before we came out here.

- Did you hear what I said?

- I don't need to.

- I said go piss on it. Do it!

- For Christ's sakes, leave him alone.

It's okay, man.

Piss.

This'll be as good a place as any

to bleed the old lizard, I guess.

- Come on.

- Say good night.

Come on now.

Shouldn't have done that.

What in the hell have you done?

Holy sh*t!

- Where did he go?

- Oh, God!

Where the f*** did he go?

Get outta the way!

Stop shooting, goddamn it!

There's nothing there! He's gone!

This is no time to panic!

Well, when the f***

do we start to panic?

- Holy sh*t!

- Jesus!

What? Oh, no!

Billy. The f***er.

Now's a good time to panic!

Get the hell outta here!

Come on! To the car!

- Punch it!

- F***!

- I'm trying to, damn it!

- Oh, for God's sake!

Get out!

- He's still there!

- How far back?

Jesus Christ!

He's right behind us.

How far back?

Get him off the car!

Get him off!

What are you doing?

And what are you gonna tell 'em?

That the body of a citizen we murdered

has come back to kill us?

Use your f***in' head for once!

Besides, he's gone, man!

Bullshit!

What's happening?

- Jesus! Where the hell is he?

- I don't f***in' know, man.

Now you!

No, you're dead!

Do you see him?

I killed him!

He's dead!

Welcome to my world.

Are you satisfied now, brother?

Where were you...

when I needed you, brother?

- What's the story with this guy?

- Homicidal maniac.

Cop killer.

Three in one night.

And trip this.

He used to be a cop.

Wow! Man, you just

never know, do you?

Yes. Crazy as a loon.

Talk about some insane in the membrane

type of sh*t.

Shut up, man. The pigs

got what they deserved, homeboy.

No, man. What are you talking about?

Can't be for real.

Sometimes reality

is just a matter of perception.

What the f*** that?

Reality.

Perception.

A cornucopia of clashing.

Divergent ideas.

- Crazy, man.

- Come on, man.

Man, what type of sh*t?

What the f*** happened to him?

Hey, can we just

get our sh*t and go?

Oh, no.

You'd want to hear about this one.

It's a classic case...

of what is and isn't real...

in the mind...

of a boy named Walter.

Perception.

Reality.

Walter.

All right, everybody,

take your seats.

Okay, we have a new student

joining us today.

I want you all to say hello

to Walter.

Hello, Walter.

- Do something, punk.

- Yeah, we don't like punks.

I'm not a punk.

Who you shovin'?

Fight!

Hey, whoa!

Everybody go back to their class.

Oh, man!

What's your problem?

You must really like detention.

Come on.

Here, honey.

Hold this up to your head.

- So, how's the little warrior doing?

- He's got a thick head.

I am worried about that, though.

- Did Tyrone get you in the eye?

- That didn't just happen.

It's a couple of days old.

Look at the coloring.

Tyrone didn't hit you?

Well, who did?

Was it one of the other boys?

Was it someone at home?

Maybe your mother?

Your father?

Did he do this?

- Uh-uh. He's dead.

- I'm sorry.

Walter, if you tell me

and Nurse Parchman...

it'll just be

our little secret, okay?

The monster.

The monster?

He came after my dad died.

I see.

If you decide you want to tell me

what really happened...

I'm gonna be here

to listen, okay?

He said no one would believe me.

He's back.

Now, Walter, you be sure

and put this back just like this.

Stop!

You didn't want to go outside?

- What's that?

- Him.

- Him?

- The monster.

Laurie told me to draw it,

and it would destroy it...

and the monster's gonna go away.

- Laurie that sits behind you?

- I'm gonna burn him up.

Laurie said that her mom said

to draw the things that scared her...

then tear it up or burn it...

and then it'll go away.

That's Tyrone.

Do you think I could talk

to your mother sometime?

What for?

About the monster.

You've told her, haven't you?

She doesn't want to hear it.

She says we already moved once.

You know, I don't think...

that drawing these pictures

is really the answer to your problem.

But I think we can work

something out together, okay?

I guess so.

Good. I will see you

after recess.

Excuse me, guys.

What happened to him?

He was running in the building

after recess and fell down the stairs.

- Did somebody shove him?

- No, he just fell.

Sort of collapsed.

But, you know, it makes no sense.

How do you break both arms

and legs falling down?

Boy must've had weak bones.

- Who is it?

- I'm Mr. Garvey.

I'm one of Walter's

teachers from school.

This fell.

Thank you.

Is there a problem?

- No, Mrs....

- Miss.

Miss Johnson, can I come in

and talk to you for a minute?

Yes. I'm sorry.

I'm gonna go throw something on.

Damn.

Miss Johnson, I came to talk to you

about your boy Walter.

He seems to be having

some problems.

Problems?

Yeah. Perhaps because

he just recently changed schools.

What kind of problems? I mean,

all kids have problems, don't they?

That's what life is... problems.

He got you good.

Here, step into the light for me.

Well, he seems to come to school

with bruises, you know?

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