Tales from the Hood Page #3

Kind of banged up.

The boy is clumsy.

He's always falling over something.

I don't know where he gets it.

Not me.

Certainly not me.

Certainly not.

But he does seem to have a strange

preoccupation with monsters.

I mean, a monster

in particular...

that he says

lives here in the house.

It sounds silly, but...

Listen, there's no need

to bring Walter into this.

I've told that boy about going on

with these stories. I can't have it.

I said get your narrow behind

in this kitchen now!

Miss Johnson,

I just came to talk to you.

Get over here.

What is your problem?

Now, why the hell are you going on

telling this man these crazy stories?

Didn't I tell you to stop

with all this monster foolishness?

Go to your room.

Baby, go to your room now.

- I'm gonna have to...

- Will you give me a second to talk?

Please, just keep quiet.

Don't say nothing.

Why are you just standing there?

Why the hell didn't you get the door?

Who's that?

That's just one of Walter's teachers.

He was just leaving.

Is there a problem?

Actually, he just came over

to drop off some homework.

Actually, sir,

now that you mention it...

Walter does seem to be having

a few small problems...

that might deserve

some looking into.

Well, Walter's only been at this school

for a couple of weeks...

and he does have trouble

making friends.

So what kind of problem

are we talking about?

Well, aside from the bruises...

aside from that...

there's a monster

that he says is in the house.

He seems very disturbed by it.

In fact,

he's even drawn a picture...

of the monster.

He thinks he needs

to kill the monster.

I mean, he really believes it.

I'll talk to him.

That's it?

You'll just talk to him?

I will talk to him.

Sissy, would you show him

to the door, please?

Thanks for the tea.

Go to your room.

- Miss Johnson...

- Go!

You little motherf***er.

You like to draw

f***ed-up pictures of people, huh?

Carl, no!

I'm gonna teach you

and that boy some respect.

Help me!

Stop!

You gonna make a picture to kill me?

Motherf***er, come here!

Carl, please!

Open up!

Your little ass is mine!

Oh, you gonna draw a picture of somebody

and make them look like a monster?

You think that sh*t is funny? Huh?

- Get up!

- Miss Johnson!

- You okay?

- He's gonna kill him.

Wait here.

Stop it!

Just take it easy!

This ain't your

motherfuckin' house!

- Take it easy.

- Motherf***er!

Get up!

I'm not through with this yet!

Come here!

- What's it gonna be?

- Let me go!

Motherf***er!

Have you lost your mind?

I guess you need an ass-whoopin' too!

B*tch!

This sh*t ain't over yet, b*tch.

But I think it is.

What are we gonna do?

If they find him here like this,

no one's gonna believe us.

Don't worry.

Nobody's gonna find out anything.

Walter, you know what to do.

Yes, sir...

Walter killed the monster.

- Is that really how he got dropped?

- Man, close this thing!

What the f***?

So dead motherfuckers

be playin' with dolls now, right?

Yes. But this doll...

it's a way station

for lost souls.

- What?

- Sometimes...

when a person's body

has been through a lot...

the soul is displaced.

This doll is a place

for the soul to survive...

until it can move on.

Man, you for real?

Yes!

I found this doll...

in a house in the South.

It is an amazing thing.

You can give it any name you want.

The fact is, affirmative action,

quotas, reparations...

all mean one thing...

another qualified individual

won't get a job...

or an education...

simply because

he's not the right color.

I thought that's

what we were trying to get away from.

Duke Metger for governor.

An original American.

Isn't it about time?

That's great.

I'd even vote for me.

Listen, by the time

I finish with you...

you might even get

a few black votes in the till.

Well, a start would be just getting

the bastards off my front lawn.

It's startin' to look like

a damned minstrel show out there.

If they were as relentless

about findin' a job...

as they are houndin' me...

we might put an end to welfare.

Duke must go!

Beyond the obvious concern that

the black and Jewish community share...

over the candidacy of one-time

Klan member Duke Metger...

there seems to be an additional issue

that has sparked anger among blacks.

Councilman Rogers,

can you explain?

Lani, it's disturbing enough

that Duke Metger...

would claim residency here

just for the sake of gaining votes.

But the real slap in the face

to the black community...

is that he chose this house...

this former plantation...

with its history of racism

towards black people... to set up camp.

- Can anything be done?

- There are things that we plan to do.

Ain't nothin' we need to do!

They gonna make him pay for bein' here!

- Who will make him pay, sir?

- The souls gonna make him pay!

They gonna make him pay for Miss Cobbs,

the keeper of the souls.

There was peace, but there's

no peace in the dollhouse now.

- The dollhouse?

- The dollhouse!

- They gonna make him pay!

- Just an old myth.

Ain't no myth!

Go away, old man.

What is it about this house

that has them so worked up?

After the Civil War, the man who owned

this plantation, Nathan Wilkes...

he was upset that his slaves

were gonna walk away free.

When they tried to leave,

the old man snapped.

Went into a massacre.

Hundreds of slaves.

Lynchings, burnings.

Twelve bodies hangin'

from that tree alone.

Yeah, they buried 'em

in a common grave up on the hill.

Now, fools believe

that their souls never rested...

till Miss Cobbs, an old voodoo woman,

bought the place.

That's here there in the mural.

- And what are those?

- Dolls.

Legend is she transferred the souls

of the slaves into little dolls.

Negro dolls.

Word is, they remain in the house

right to this day.

You ever seen any of 'em?

I searched every inch of this house

when I first bought the place...

I figured the little black bastards

might be worth something...

But no, I never found any.

Now they feel that

the place should remain empty...

as a remembrance to the atrocity...

to let the souls rest,

like an old Nazi camp.

Personally, I think the whole thing

adds to a certain Southern charm.

You're a sick f***, Duke.

Perhaps. But it's your job,

Mr. $10,000-a-week image maker...

to change all that,

to soften the hard edges.

Mold me into a respected

man of the people.

Well, I've got my work

cut out for me, don't I?

The first thing we're gonna work on

is your defensive media skills.

When you get out here

in front of these cameras...

these reporters,

making these public appearances...

you've always got to expect

the unex...

This thing's kind of creepy,

don't you think?

I'm gonna paint the whole place over

after the election.

- Let's get you elected first, Duke.

- We'll get it.

I feel I have a lot to offer all

the constituents in this community...

not just the white constituency.

So are you telling us, Duke, that

your former affiliation with the KKK...

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