The Least Among You Page #3

-We can cover initial expenses, but...

-How much?

Could go 5000 or more.

Good God.

-If you weren't at that fool seminary...

-Bobby...

We ain't got nothing.

We need to get this money

around here, okay?

I've been telling you

to come to this meeting.

Whatever you want, man.

You see how I'm riding around here,

Cadillacs and chicks.

Boy, you need to get

some of this big money.

I'm tired of you

and all these two-time losers

coming in here and hanging around

broke down JoJo, okay?

You know, 'cause these

white pimps and thieves, man,

they got us in here like slaves.

You know that.

They got us working the ghetto

instead of the plantations,

and they gonna keep it that way too,

I'll tell you.

You know that?

But most of these dumb brothers,

they don't know what I know, baby.

-Yeah, go on, Roscoe. Go on, man.

-Yeah, serve them drinks up right, JoJo.

Look at that. Hey, Richie.

Give my man a drink, man.

Good to see you.

Look, education's the answer.

Richard Kelly got a big degree, huh?

-JoJo.

-How you doing, my man?

-What you in here lecturing about?

-I'm just hanging, man. Really.

Come here. Come on, baby. Come here.

Get your butt up now.

Hey, why don't you say hello to Lisa?

-Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you.

She went to college until she decided

having babies would be more fun,

ain't that right, baby?

Yeah, like you know everything.

Roscoe, I understand what you're saying,

but there's no future in that.

Hey, the only future's in what you take.

You gotta take the stuff like that.

-Stop it, Roscoe.

-You see how I grabbed her like that?

-All right now.

-You smart brother, you smart.

You can learn a trade.

You could do anything you want.

Look, I always used to read and just write...

Really?

You can't read nothing, Negro. Shut up.

Take her for instance,

she sure do got a trade.

-Roscoe, stop it.

-Come on, brother. Relax.

Cut it out! Roscoe!

Relax?

He gonna save all us sinners.

His mama been telling everybody how

her boy's gonna be a minister of the gospel.

All right now.

You gonna be just like the rest of these

bigmouthed preachers out here

taking people money, huh? You next?

Roscoe, you just afraid.

Afraid? Afraid of what?

Afraid to find out who Roscoe really is.

That's what I'm afraid of?

You know what, brother,

you afraid of this right here, Negro.

-That's what you're afraid of!

-Calm down.

No, don't tell me to freaking calm down

in here, okay?

-Man, I'll let this .38 pop up in here, okay?

-Roscoe, stop it!

Man, Roscoe, get on your nerves, can't he?

Come on. Let's get you out of here now.

Come on, get out of here

before your mama catch you.

-See you later.

-All right, all right.

Please, Mr. Leak, after six weeks,

your pronunciation should be better.

Yes, sir.

I still don't understand

the relevance of speaking Greek.

Really? In studying

the pastor's role in the world,

the original Greek, in the New Testament,

might be an important place to start,

wouldn't you say?

How does it help people?

I mean, it seems more esoteric

than real world.

So you're not interested in the theology

behind your actions?

-The "why" of it all?

-Some of us aren't here to be theologians.

Preachers can pontificate all they want,

leap around in hysterics,

but unless people are compelled

by the "why" of their action,

they will have no following.

No results. That is real world.

Class dismissed.

Mr. Kelly...

I'm an A student.

You know,

we don't have to pass people here.

Sorry, Mom.

Hey, Roscoe, you better put that thing away

before my mom comes in and sees it.

-Mama, look, my stomach's gonna pop.

-Mine, too.

Now, Roscoe, how come

you never invite your mama?

You know we got enough.

I will, if I see her.

We just finished.

Did you train that boy

how to speak to his daddy?

Hello, Marvin, you just missed a nice meal.

Maybe I could warm some up for you.

-Some other time.

-Hey, now, I got bills to pay.

-And I ain't?

-Yeah, with your bookie.

Here. Here, here. Just take it.

But pay me back.

That's our money!

Got nothing to do with you!

Don't you hit him like that!

This is still my house, my rules, my family!

My roof!

You ain't man enough.

Your daddy loves you.

He just needs a little work, that's all.

-I don't have a father.

-Don't you say that! Don't you ever say that.

He is still your father, isn't he?

-Richard Kelly...

-Yeah?

-Who wants tapioca?

-I do.

-Me too.

-I'll bring three.

You're okay.

Hey, hey, I got two tickets

to the Rams game against Dallas.

Don Meredith and "Bullet" Bob Hayes.

Ought to be a good one.

-Don't think so. Can't.

-Come on, man.

-Good date. Be fun.

-Too many papers coming up.

I mean, I can find you a pretty girl.

Like who? Your sister? What about her?

-She's cute.

-Yeah, that wouldn't be appropriate.

Yeah, just what I thought.

-"No colored boy is gonna date my sister."

-You know what, that ain't it.

She's only 15. Man.

-Look, I just saw her picture and thought...

-Yeah, and what?

That everyone's a racist?

Especially from Texas?

Forget it, all right?

You know, I'll tell you what.

If things are so screwed up,

why don't you get out there

and do something about it?

-Like what?

-March or protest, something.

With who?

You seen any brothers around here?

Then get some.

It's better than all that rioting and stuff.

Just forget it, man.

Hey there, Samuel.

That kitchen work should be fine.

Hey there, Georgia boy.

-I told you I knew people.

-Yeah, I start tonight.

Is that right?

-See Mom this weekend.

-Yeah?

Here. Help me find the break

in this line here.

Janitor, gardener... You the trashman, too?

The Lord has entrusted me

with the care of this place,

and I'm not gonna let anybody

defile it while I'm here.

So, tell me,

when you came over to me and Bessie's,

you showed us pictures of the

neighborhood. I saw old Calvary Baptist.

-Yeah, yeah, Reverend Duncan.

-Yeah.

Then, you showed me the pictures of

your family and there was no father.

-Where's he?

-Anywhere but home.

-Why do you keep asking?

-No reason.

No reason.

So tell me, what does a young man

dream about these days?

-I don't know if you want to hear mine.

-I ain't going nowhere.

Well...

It's...

I'm laying down in total darkness.

And I'm holding a knife.

And I stick it in my chest

and I pull it down through my stomach.

And my whole front opens up.

I lean forward to look inside

and I can't see anything.

It's just vague and empty.

Then the dream ends.

Not exactly what I had in mind. But it'll do.

I wonder what it means.

Like I want to kill myself or something?

It sounds like you want to see

what's going on inside

and you want to know real bad.

You know, there's a quote

in Bonhoeffer's book,

"Pain is like a holy angel

who reveals treasures to men,

"which otherwise remain forever hidden."

-So all this is a treasure?

-Beneath the pain.

What do you say?

I don't know. Pain is pain.

It ain't treasure yet.

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