Tales from the Hood Page #5

there's a very good chance

you might be released.

If you don't, you will rot

in solitary confinement...

for the rest

of your wasted life.

And it wouldn't

bother me a bit...

'cause I think

you're scum, Jerome.

So don't test me.

You understand?

Our tests show

you have a high IQ.

Have you ever been

interested in science?

Yeah. I sold a few

chemicals in my day.

I know you don't think

I'm gettin' on that thing.

You have no other choice.

F***!

Come on, man!

Sh*t!

I'll break your f***in' neck

when I get out this motherf***er!

I don't think so.

Start the optical sequences.

Jerome, I want you to take

a little look at something.

What's wrong, Jerome?

You don't like seein'

black people get killed?

But isn't that what you've

been doin' all your life, Jerome?

You know, Jerome...

Cain was the world's

first murderer.

He slayed his brother!

And how many brothers

have you slain?

Sensory what?

Sensory deprivation chamber.

You will see nothing.

You will hear nothing.

Your mind will have nothing

to feed upon but itself.

It's a tiny meal, indeed.

What's up, Crazy K?

Remember me?

Tracy?

Yeah, man.

What's up?

How come we ain't talked

in a long time?

That's right. You killed my ass!

Ain't that a b*tch?

I got one question

for you, Crazy K. Why?

Why?

Y-You was comin' up short

all the time, man.

I-I couldn't just let you

rip me off, n*gger.

And now us.

That sh*t was wrong, man.

Just drove by

and started blastin'.

That sh*t was wrong, man.

We ain't even the ones

that capped your homey.

That sh*t was really wrong, G.

Man, f*** you, n*ggers!

It was your set

that did Little Joe!

You would've tried to kill me

if you had the chance!

F*** you, n*ggers!

F*** you all!

I didn't do anything.

I was playing in my room, and the bullet

from your gun came through the wall.

A-A bullet ain't got

no name on it.

Y-You was just at the wrong place

at the wrong time.

Shut up!

Shut the f*** up!

Why should they? Are they saying

something you don't want to hear?

So you gonna blame

all this sh*t on me?

You tryin' to make me crazy

or somethin', motherf***er?

I don't owe no responsibilities

for these motherfuckers.

But you are responsible

for the lives you've taken...

for the dreams

you've turned into nightmares.

Nightmares?

Motherf***er,

what about my nightmares?

What about the nightmare

I lived in?

What about the nightmare I lived in ever

since I was born into this motherf***er?

Who's responsible for that?

I don't know, Jerome.

You tell me.

Who is responsible?

Your mother? Your father?

Your teachers?

The world? Who?

Yeah, that's right. All of those

motherfuckers, 'cause they created me.

So now I'm

the motherfuckin' nightmare!

The nightmare ends

when you say it does, Jerome.

You've got to take responsibility

to wake up!

You've got to take responsibility

to break this chain!

I got one motherfuckin' responsibility

in this world, and that's me.

And that's it, motherf***er!

So anybody and everything

that ain't me, ain't sh*t!

Do you understand that?

That's a question

best posed to yourself.

I'm givin' you a chance.

I'm givin' you a shot at redemption!

Do you understand that?

I don't give a f*** about

none of you stupid motherfuckers!

So what you do is stop

f***in' with my mind, man...

and let me out

of this motherf***er!

There's nothing

to stop you, Jerome.

Shut the f*** up!

Shut up!

Let me out of this motherf***er,

or I'll snap this b*tch's neck!

It's not too late to be saved.

You won't get another chance.

I don't need another

motherfuckin' chance.

You know why?

'Cause I don't give a f***.

I said, I don't give a f***.

I don't give a f***!

- Jerome!

- I don't give a f***!

I don't give a f***!

We don't give a f*** either,

motherf***er!

Oh, I must say.

I don't think you can

rehabilitate those types.

No. You just kill them.

Who do you think

you're f***in' with, old man?

- What?

- Yeah, cap this fool.

What? What?

You know what.

I'm sick of playin' this

ring-around-the-rosies.

Now, that last little story?

That sh*t wasn't funny.

What you gonna do?

Call the cops or some sh*t?

Now, why...

would I do that?

'Cause you know who it was that killed

the n*gger, and you ain't said sh*t.

Motherf***er!

One less n*gger.

- Punk motherf***er.

- F*** him.

Just bust a cap

in this old fool now.

Don't be stupid, motherf***er.

Let's just get the sh*t first.

Now, where it's at?

Sh*t.

Follow me.

Oh, yes.

Now we gonna get the sh*t.

Oh! We gonna get the sh*t now.

- More ring-around-the-rosies, huh?

- Yeah, the doodoo.

- I'm sick of f***in' with his ass.

- We gonna get the sh*t.

Man, with these spiders and sh*t.

What the f*** is this?

Ain't this some sh*t!

You know what?

Right about now, man...

I'm losin' my patience!

Now, where it's at?

Handle your business!

This old man crazy.

What the f*** is wrong now?

Sh*t.

- Where it's at?

- Where?

Where is the sh*t, man?

- I don't trust this.

- Hold up!

- This old man crazy.

- I have it hid!

It's in the coffins.

Where else...

would I hide it?

Got the sh*t!

Sick of playin' these crazy games

with your ass.

It better be in here.

About f***in' time!

'Cause you know, I don't wanna

hear about another motherf***er.

Holy sh*t!

What the f*** is this, man?

What's goin' on?

What are we gonna do, Bulldog?

I don't know.

Blast him!

What the... Oh!

After you killed Crazy K...

a few of his boys killed you.

I guess...

you didn't make it.

No! I ain't hearin' this!

What the f*** you tryin' to say?

We're dead, motherf***er?

Very!

Motherf***er, bullshit!

If we dead, then what the f*** we doin'

in a funeral home with your crazy ass?

This...

ain't no funeral home!

It ain't the Terra Dome neither!

Welcome...

to hell...

motherfuckers.

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