Tales from the Hood Page #4

is not something that the voters

should concern themselves with?

We all have a past now, don't we?

You're much too defensive.

Looks like you have something to hide.

Look, I want you to watch me.

Take the camera.

- I want you to film me.

- Hold on.

Good.

We all have a past.

It's the better man

who can learn from his failures.

I know that I've learned from mine,

and I'm better for it.

Uh-huh. Well, what about the house?

Well, I think that it's quite unfair

to judge me or anyone else...

by the misdeeds of his ancestors.

After all, I have quite a few

of my own to account for.

Aren't you afraid of the dolls?

What about the ghosts?

Well, the only spooks

that I'm afraid of...

are the ones with guns.

That's a good one, Rhodie.

I believe I'm gonna use it.

Oh, no. Not if you want

to get elected, you won't.

Okay? Jesus, I've been

around you too long.

Look, Duke, this is the real response

to that one, okay?

I'm not concerned

with ghost stories.

I'm concerned with traditional

American values.

Original...

Let us bow our heads in prayer.

Unto the mercy of Almighty God...

we commend the soul

of our brother departed.

We commit his body to the ground...

earth to earth...

ashes to ashes...

dust to dust...

in the sure and certain hope...

of the resurrection

to eternal life.

Is there any truth to the rumor

that Mr. Willis' death was the result...

of some mysterious circumstances?

No, it was simply

an unfortunate accident.

Don't you think it would help your

position with the black community...

if you simply left Wilkes Manor

and found another residence?

I think it's unfair to judge me

or any other person...

by the misdeeds

of their ancestors.

Besides, I have many misdeeds

of my own to account for.

So, you're not afraid

of the ghosts?

The only spooks I'm afraid of...

are you spooky reporters.

- What is your real goal?

- That's about it, folks. Thank you.

You need to be scared, Mr. Metger.

Them souls don't want you there.

They didn't want him there.

Now you best to leave...

or you'll end up

just like him, or worse.

Well, sir, I have

no intention of leaving...

so let's just hope that

the house and I can get along.

Can't we all just get along?

Heed my warning, Metger.

They don't want you there.

- The dolls don't want you there!

- That's about it.

Go away, old fool.

Do you hear me?

They want reparation!

They want reparation,

Mr. Metger!

Driver, who'd you let in this vehicle?

Stop the car.

Stop the damn car!

Goddamn it!

I let no one in the car, sir.

This is the real response

to that one.

Go.

I'm not concerned

with ghost stories.

I'm concerned with traditional

American values, original American...

What the f***?

Bruce, I need you or Janet

to give me a call.

There's somethin' wrong here.

Bruce! Janet! You back?

Thank goodness.

You!

Where the f*** did your

little black ass come from?

You think you and some old voodoo b*tch

can scare me out of my house?

I don't care how many slaves died here.

I didn't kill 'em.

You'll get no reparations.

You hear me?

No reparations!

You goddamn voodoo b*tch.

I'll put an end

to your n*gger ass.

Now I'm gonna blow off

your little n*gger balls!

Not even some voodoo b*tch

Negress spell...

can overcome the power

of a double-barreled shotgun!

Goddamn.

I'm not afraid of you!

I killed one of you!

I'll kill you all, you...

You little nigglin's!

Come on out, you little

nappy-headed sons of b*tches!

Come on.

Come on out.

Say good night,

you little piece of black sh*t.

Goddamn!

Jesus!

Open!

You.

It gives you new reverence

for dolls, now don't it?

I mean, f*** it.

This is bullshit, Bulldog.

You gonna show us what

we came here to get, or what?

Really, though.

See, I ain't got all night to be

listenin' to no goddamn ghost stories.

These ain't ghost stories.

Everything I say is real.

Let's get this sh*t over with.

Let's see how real

this sh*t is you got.

Ah, the sh*t.

You ain't gonna

believe this, man.

This sh*t is a trip, homey.

Yes.

You knew him?

- Sure did.

- Hell, no.

We didn't know him.

He was just a n*gger we seen around.

He got himself involved...

in that crazy gang madness.

Yeah. Sh*t.

He got himself involved...

in the sh*t.

There's that punk

motherf***er Deke right there!

Catch you now,

you motherfuckin' b*tch.

Here, motherf***er.

Come on, n*gger.

Smoke this, n*gger.

Where the f*** you think

you're goin', b*tch?

Goddamn, n*gger.

You tryin' to blind me?

What's up?

What's up with that

sh*t you been talkin'?

B*tch-ass n*gger.

Son of a b*tch!

Motherf***er!

Where you want me to shoot

your ass, motherf***er?

In the head or in the chest?

Blast your little-ass

dick off first.

- F*** this, man!

- Hold on.

Don't do this cat just yet.

I wonder how many homies

he done puked over the years.

Too f***in' many!

What's up now, Crazy K?

You crazy, huh?

It's what you call "f***ed up."

F***!

Sh*t!

Saved by a motherfuckin' cop.

Damn.

Oh, f***.

Read me the summary on this one.

"Jerome Johns,

serving the fourth year...

of a life sentence

without a possibility of parole.

Solitary confinement the last two years

for assaults on other prisoners.

Previous arrests

and convictions included...

aggravated assault,

first degree battery...

suspicion of murder three times,

aggravated mayhem."

Jerome!

How would you like to

be released from prison?

Is you f***in'

with my mind, or what?

How that sh*t gonna happen?

Consent to

behavioral modification...

and you'll be out in no time.

- Yo, let's do this.

- Yo, let's.

He'll do.

Prepare him for transfer.

Get the f*** off me, man!

Sh*t!

Well, look what we have here.

The first soldier

in my army, perhaps.

So you're a real

bad-ass spade, huh?

What'd you say to me,

motherf***er?

You heard me.

You gotta be really bad

to be in a place like this.

Otherwise you wouldn't be here.

So what'd you do? What you in for?

Murder, punk! And I wouldn't mind

doin' the sh*t again.

Me either.

I killed a lot of people.

You wanna know what kind?

Come over here.

I wanna show you somethin'.

What's wrong?

Are you afraid of me?

The final fight between

black and white has begun.

I've led my troops

on a wave of assaults...

to wake up my white brother.

All of the n*ggers

of the Earth will be killed...

except for the few that helped

with the fight against...

their mud-soul brethren.

Those few will be spared...

and live their lives as slaves.

Do you wanna be spared?

Come join my army.

Hey, n*gger,

those guys you killed...

What color were they?

They were n*ggers.

I know it.

You're cool with me, n*gger.

I like you.

I like you a lot.

I didn't like bein' put in there

with that crazy Klan motherf***er.

I put you next to him because I thought

he was someone you ought to meet.

You are here

to be rehabilitated...

by a process that the government

has paid me to develop.

If you successfully

complete this project...

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