Monsters Ball Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Monsters Ball Script


  

   

                   

Evening, handsome.



 

                   

-Hi, Lucille, how you doing?

-Okay.



 

                   

-Evening, Hank.

-Hey, Betty, how's your mama now?



 

                   

She's good.



 

                   

Here you go.



 

                   

So, how you been?



 

                   

-Pretty good. You?

-Pretty good.



 

                   

How's Sonny?



 

                   

He's all right, I guess.



  

                   

-Vera, how you doing?

-I'm good. How are you?



  

                   

I'm good.



  

                   

Here. It's all right.



  

                   

-You want a drink?

-Yeah. Thanks, hon.



  

                   

Wild Turkey.



  

                   

-I'm sore, so go easy, darling.

-Yes, ma'am.



  

                   

-Thanks, Vera.

-You're welcome.



  

                   

What's the matter, honey?

You look so sad.



  

                   

I'm fine.



  

                   

You wanna get something to eat?



  

                   

-Talk?

-Take care, Sonny.



  

                   

Morning, Pop.



  

                   

The shit's cold.

I'm gonna get some more.



  

                   

What the hell those niggers

doing out there?



  

                   

I said something to you.

You hear me?



  

                   

-Yeah.

-Damn porch monkeys.



  

                   

Be moving in here soon.



  

                   

Sitting next to me.

Watching my TV.



  

                   

There was a time when

they knew their place.



  

                   

Wasn't none of

this mixing going on.



  

                   

Your mother, she hated

them niggers, too.



  

                   

Tell them to get the hell

off my property.



  

                   

-You put that thing down.

-We came by to see Sonny.



  

                   

I don't give a damn who you come

by to see. Get them out of here.



  

                   

Tell them, they're your buddies.

Tell them to get out of here.



  

                   

What are you standing there for?



  

                   

You watch your ass, all right?



  

                   

-You got everything you need?

-Yeah.



  

                   

-Be careful walking around.

-Yeah, yeah.



  

                   

You see these two boys here?



  

                   

They my sons.



  

                   

-They were on my property.

-No need to be scaring little boys.



  

                   

They won't hurt you. No need to use

no shotgun to tell them to leave.



  

                   

-You understand?

-Then keep them off my property.



  

                   

They're friends to your son, okay?

He invited them in.



  

                   

They ain't trespassing,

they ain't hurting nobody.



  

                   

Next time you want to play cowboy,

I'm over here all the time.



  

                   

-Keep them off my property.

-I think you heard me, sir.



  

                   

I think you heard me,

too, all right?



  

                   

Come on, boys, let's go.



  

                   

Oh, shit!



  

                   

-You all right, Dappa?

-Yeah, I'm all right.



  

                   

-You sure?

-Yeah. It was loose.



  

                   

You see what you did, Sonny?



  

                   

-I'm sorry, that was my mistake.

-Yeah, it was.



  

                   

-It won't happen next time.

-Keep going till we get it right.



  

                   

That's none of your

goddamn business.



  

                   

I'm surprised you talking like

that to me, you being a woman and all.



  

                   

I'm a liberated woman.



  

                   

Watch out, Georgia Ann, Tommy's

gonna sue you for sexual harassment.



  

                   

Booter, how you doing?



  

                   

-Just give me the $ . O, Sonny.

-I got it, Booter.



  

                   

-You keep the rest of it.

-Thanks, Mr. Grotowski.



  

                   

Just like I said, no more

mistakes, all right?



  

                   

I want to make damn sure nobody

makes any mistakes, especially you.



  

                   

So when it gets time

for us to do it, you know...



  

                   

you can't mess up.



  

                   

That goes for me, too,

and the rest of them.



  

                   

You ain't no different than us.

You can't screw it up.



  

                   

-That's Hank's boy.

-It's in the genes.



  

                   

-Yeah, but he is a boy.

-He is, but he'll be a man tomorrow.



  

                   

In England they go as far as to give

the guy a party the night before.



  

                   

They call it the Monster's Ball.



  

                   

He don't want no lawyer, no preacher,

none of that, it's just you and me.



  

                   

You can't think about what he did.

It's a job. We have to do our job right.



  

                   

I've been drawing a lot.

What about you?



  

                   

Yeah.



  

                   

Look here, we ain't

got a lot of time.



  

                   

I wanna give you

all my drawings and all my clothes.



  

                   

When you get older...



  

                   

they may fit you and you

may want to wear them.



  

                   

-I'm not gonna see you after this?

-No.



  

                   

Why?



  

                   

-'Cause I'm a bad man.

-Who says?



  

                   

I do.



  

                   

-But I want you to know something.

-What?



  

                   

-You ain't me.

-Yes, I am.



  

                   

No, you're not.



  

                   

You're everything

that's good about me.



  

                   

You're the best of what I am,

that's what you are.



  

                   

This man you see sitting

here today, you ain't.



  

                   

Hey, baby. You look nice today.



  

                   

You always look nice.



  

                   

Tyrell, did you tell your daddy

what you won at school?



  

                   

Yeah, right. My drawing's getting

used in the school magazine cover.



  

                   

-You know what I did?

-Go on, just tell him.



  

                   

Don't be playing no guessing game.



  

                   

I made a picture of you,

sitting alone, in jail.



  

                   

The theme was solitude.



  

                   

Way to go, Ty!

Way to go. Put it there, boy.



   

                   

Not too bad.



   

                   

What's going on with the car?



   

                   

It's leaking radiator fluid.



   

                   

You need to take it in right away.

Have them check the hoses.



   

                   

The car get too hot,

you're gonna be in trouble.



   

                   

The house?



   

                   

I'm losing it. I can't afford

to make the payments no more.



   

                   

Not no more.



   

                   

I'm sorry, baby.



   

                   

Ty, let me and your mama

talk for a second.



   

                   

Come on now.



   

                   

Only reason I'm here, so you could

say good-bye to your son.



   

                   

I've been coming here for damn

nearly    years, Lawrence.



   

                   

And I'm tired.



   

                   

I'm tired of coming here.



   

                   

-Time.

-Come on. So soon?



   

                   

Well, I got to get going, baby.



   

                   

It's time for me to go, Ty.



   

                   

I'm going to call you.

You wait by the phone, okay?



   

                   

Come on now. Come on,

Ty, you got to let go.



   

                   

Come on, Tyrell.



   

                   

For every time

I hurt you, I'm sorry.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

Ma'am, let's go. Let's go.



   

                   

Ma'am, let's go.



   

                   

I know my way out of here!

Come on, Tyrell.



   

                   

Well, he don't have any

outstanding appeals, so...



   

                   

looks like we're definitely

gonna do it tonight.



   

                   

-Everybody okay? Georgia Ann?

-I'm okay.



   

                   

-Dappa, is that hood ready?

-Yeah, it's fixed and ready to go.



   

                   

Anybody got anything to say?

Tommy?



   

                   

He likes to draw.

It calms him down.



   

                   

Draw? Okay.



   

                   

Phil, will you make sure he's got

whatever he needs to draw with?



   

                   

All right, Tommy,

why don't you lead us into prayer?



   

                   

Open cell   !



   

                   

I'm here for your stuff, man.



   

                   

"Now know I that the Lord

save us his anointing.



   

                   

Ye will hear him

in His holy heaven...



   

                   

and the saving strength

of His right hand."



   

                   

-Be careful with this.

-Don't worry about it. Close   !



   

                   

Worry's all I've got.



   

                   

"...some in chariots,

some in horses...



   

                   

but we remember

the name of the Lord, our God.



   

                   

They're brought down and fallen,

but we are risen and stand upright.



   

                   

Save, Lord, let the King

hear us when we call Him."



   

                   

Skysurfing is when you skydive

with a board attached to your feet.



   

                   

You try to do different maneuvers.



   

                   

A camera flyer flies with the

camera on top of their helmets...



   

                   

filming the skysurfer, and flies

with them, capturing the maneuvers.



   

                   

My camera flyer is my husband,

Craig O'Brien.



   

                   

Now, I'm going to put

these on nice and loose.



   

                   

-Everything's going to be okay?

-Yes.



   

                   

What about my last phone call?



   

                   

Warden says it's a bad idea.



   

                   

Turn around.



   

                   

You think maybe he could call

my son and tell him that I tried?



   

                   

I don't think so.



   

                   

Open   !



   

                   

Our free fall is usually

around    seconds...



   

                   

and the normal altitude that

we jump from is     O feet.



   

                   

Let's go.



   

                   

Close   !



   

                   

Starting to feel a little crushed

by your present surroundings?



   

                   

Maybe it's time

to expand your horizons...



   

                   

to think about ReMax. ReMax

leads the real estate industry...



   

                   

I'm going to be right back.

Stay right there.



   

                   

ReMax can help you find a new

home that meets all your needs...



   

                   

or selling your house to someone

who'll find it absolutely perfect.



   

                   

If you're looking for results,

look for ReMax. Nobody sells more.



   

                   

Where's my paper and pencil?

It's my right to have them.



   

                   

I know. Your paper and pencil

is on the way. I promise you this.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

You're welcome.



   

                   

Here you go, Lawrence.



   

                   

Is that done?



   

                   

Let's see.



   

                   

That's nice. Real nice.



   

                   

I don't look this good in person.



   

                   

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.



   

                   

You're welcome.



   

                   

You all right?



   

                   

Sonny.



   

                   

-Just breathe.

-Sonny.



   

                   

-Sonny, sit down.

-It's okay.



   

                   

I said sit down. Sit down.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

Come on, Lawrence. Come on, buddy.

It's all right. Just let go.



   

                   

Let go. It's all right.

Let go, come on. Come on.



   

                   

I've always believed

that a portrait...



   

                   

captures a person

far better than a photograph.



   

                   

It truly takes a human being

to really see a human being.



   

                   

Wait a minute.



   

                   

Come here.



   

                   

What the hell is this, Tyrell?



   

                   

What'd I tell you about eating this

shit? Didn't I tell not to eat it?



   

                   

Look at this! Look at all

this fat! This fat ass!



   

                   

Look at all this nasty fat!

Where they at?



   

                   

Look at all this candy! You ain't

going to eat all this! You crazy?!



   

                   

Look at this room! It's a mess!

Why is it a mess, Tyrell?



   

                   

'Cause a fat little piggie

lives in this room!



   

                   

Get your ass on this scale!



   

                   

Get on the scale!

What does it say?



   

                   

-   .

-   ! You ain't lost no weight!



   

                   

Come on. Come on, honey.



   

                   

Let's go wait for

your daddy to call.



   

                   

it is ordered that the judgement

set forth in this order...



   

                   

sentencing the defendant

to death by the authorities...



   

                   

as provided by statute,

shall be executed at this time.



   

                   

Lawrence Musgrove, do you have

anything you'd like to say?



   

                   

Push the button.



   

                   

Do you know what you did?

Do you know what you did?



   

                   

Are you listening to me?

Do you know what you did?



   

                   

Do you know what you did?

You fucked him up!



   

                   

You fucked up

that man's last walk!



   

                   

How would you like it if somebody

fucked up your last walk?



   

                   

You're like a goddamn woman!

You're like your fucking mother!



   

                   

You shouldn't have done that,

you son of a bitch!



   

                   

Get up, you fucking pussy!

Come here!



   

                   

You are a piece of fucking shit!

Do you understand me?!



   

                   

A piece of fucking shit!



   

                   

-Get off me!

-Easy, easy!



   

                   

Get your fucking hands off me,

you fucking nigger!



   

                   

Get your fucking hands off me!



   

                   

-This ain't you, Hank.

-This is me, Phil! This is me!



   

                   

And I'm the man who could

have your goddamn job!



   

                   

Don't you ever let me catch you

touching one who outranks you again!



   

                   

-Do you understand me?

-Yes, sir!



   

                   

-Hank.

-"Yes, sir."



   

                   

-I don't want to hear you.

-I just keep the peace.



   

                   

You piece of shit! Piece of shit!



   

                   

You got... bleeding.



   

                   

Sonny?



   

                   

All right, let's move, get up. Get

out of my goddamn house right now!



   

                   

You get out!



   

                   

Come on!



   

                   

You lousy piece of shit.



   

                   

Get up. What you going to do?



   

                   

What you going to do?!



   

                   

See? How do you like that, huh?



   

                   

Come on! Are you a tough guy now?

Are you tough?



   

                   

Say something.



   

                   

Say something!



   

                   

Get up.



   

                   

You hate me?



   

                   

Answer me.



   

                   

-You hate me, don't you?

-Yeah, I hate you.



   

                   

I always did.



   

                   

Well, I always loved you.



   

                   

-Hold it, wait. Where you going?

-I'm going to put these up.



   

                   

-How much?

-That'll be $ .  .



   

                   

Billy, I'm moving as fast as I can.

I'll dress and be right out there.



   

                   

-You don't need to.

-Damn car's still acting up.



   

                   

Leticia, it's not just your car.

You've been late all week.



   

                   

I've been trying to get here. I need

the money. I'm gonna lose my house.



   

                   

Why don't you go home,

relax, take some time off?



   

                   

-You shouldn't be here now, anyway.

-I know that.



   

                   

That's why you should've had gave

me the week off. With some pay.



   

                   

Hell, Leticia,

I already got a new girl.



   

                   

Hank?



   

                   

Let's just get this

over with quick.



   

                   

-Any passage you'd like me to read?

-No.



   

                   

All I want to hear is

that dirt hitting that box.



   

                   

He was weak.



   

                   

You can say something if you

want to, once we've covered him up.



   

                   

How you doing?

You want to see a menu?



   

                   

No, that's all right.

I know what I want.



   

                   

Why don't you go ahead?



   

                   

A bowl of chocolate ice cream

and a cup of coffee.



   

                   

-Coffee. Black, sugar, cream?

-No, black.



   

                   

-That's it.

-Is that it?



   

                   

Hey, Vera, it's Hank.

Is it too late?



   

                   

Chocolate ice cream. Here you go.



   

                   

I will need a plastic spoon

for the ice cream.



   

                   

Goddamn! I'm sorry about that.



   

                   

-It's all right.

-I didn't mean to do that. Sorry.



   

                   

-Bring me napkins or something.

-I'm sorry. And you said a what?



   

                   

-Plastic spoon.

-Okay, I'll get it.



   

                   

-Where's Lucille?

-I'm trying to fill in for her.



   

                   

I'm ready to pay this.



   

                   

-What's the deal there?

-I don't know.



   

                   

I just overrang this thing.



   

                   

If you can't get it open, tell me

how much and I'll pay you for it.



   

                   

 .  .



   

                   

There's   dollars.

Keep the change.



   

                   

Thanks.



   

                   

Hey, Cowboy. Feel like

some late-night pussy?



   

                   

Guess so.



   

                   

-Haven't seen you in a while.

-Yeah, well...



   

                   

I haven't been feeling too good.



   

                   

Busy with this and that

and the other, you know?



   

                   

-How you been?

-All right.



   

                   

Good.



   

                   

So, how's Sonny?



   

                   

I can't do this tonight, Vera.



   

                   

-Are you sure, hon?

-No, not tonight.



   

                   

-I'm sorry.

-No need to be sorry.



   

                   

-Just do it some other time.

-All right.



   

                   

-You keep that money.

-I'm going to.



   

                   

Adios.



   

                   

-Have a seat, Hank.

-Thank you, sir.



   

                   

I appreciate you seeing me.



   

                   

What brings you here, Hank?



   

                   

Sir, I'm resigning, and...



   

                   

I wanted to come by and tell you

personally, you know?



   

                   

I appreciate that, Hank.



   

                   

Why don't we wait a few weeks

before we submit the paperwork?



   

                   

It wouldn't do any good to wait

on that. I've got my mind made up.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

We're going to miss you.



   

                   

I brought my badge in and....



   

                   

Why don't you keep it?



   

                   

I got no use for it.



   

                   

There you are, Pop.



   

                   

We got each other, son.



   

                   

-Remember that.

-Yes, sir.



   

                   

I quit the team.



   

                   

That was a mistake.



   

                   

I can't do it anymore.



   

                   

You're reminding me

your mother.



   

                   

I guess that's bad, right?



   

                   

Your mother wasn't shit.



   

                   

That woman failed me.



   

                   

I got more pussy after

she killed herself...



   

                   

than I did when she

was living as my wife.



   

                   

The point is...



   

                   

she quit on me.



   

                   

You're doing the same.



   

                   

Goddamit!



   

                   

Let's go. Hand me my purse.



   

                   

-Come on, get out!

-Why, Mama, what's wrong?



   

                   

We got to walk.



   

                   

Boy, get off the street!



   

                   

You'll get killed!



   

                   

Don't do that! Don't do that!



   

                   

I'm telling you, this is just

what I'm looking for.



   

                   

At the same time, it's the most

expensive one. You should know.



   

                   

But if you're willing

to talk on price a little...



   

                   

-Let me think. You got my number .

-All right.



   

                   

-Pleasure. Nice seeing you.

-Glad to talk to you. Okay. See you.



   

                   

Come on, T. Let's go.



   

                   

-This you think mama looks like?

-Yeah, sort of.



   

                   

-See you tomorrow morning?

-Yeah, see you.



   

                   

-You, too, young man.

-Bye.



   

                   

Come on! Come on! Get up!



   

                   

Come on, T, get up!



   

                   

Help me!



   

                   

Help me! Wait! Wait!



   

                   

Come back here!



   

                   

Help me!



   

                   

Somebody help me! Help me!



   

                   

Come on, baby, get up!



   

                   

Please! Wake up, baby! Wake up!



   

                   

-He was hit by a car!

-Okay, calm down!



   

                   

Let's get him to a hospital

right now! Right now!



   

                   

-We need a gurney out here.

-Gurney!



   

                   

We're going to need some help.



   

                   

Are you the boy's mother?

Please, follow me.



   

                   

Is that your boy?



   

                   

-No.

-No? And what happened?



   

                   

I think he got hit by a car.

That was his mother that went there.



   

                   

She said he was hit by a car.



   

                   

-Hit-and-run?

-I don't know. I picked them up....



   

                   

I need to file a police report

if it was a hit-and-run.



   

                   

Shit, I don't even know the people.

I wouldn't know what to write.



   

                   

Tell the police what you did and

saw. It'll take   minutes. Promise.



   

                   

Wait! Wait!



   

                   

Wait! That's my baby!



   

                   

That's my baby!



   

                   

Wait! That's my baby!



   

                   

That's my baby!



   

                   

I know you're not supposed to move

people and everything, but...



   

                   

shit, I didn't know

what else to do.



   

                   

The boy was laying there

and the woman was hysterical.



   

                   

The best I could do was lug him

in the car and get on here quick...



   

                   

...so that's what I did.

-All right. You did a good job.



   

                   

-So you were just passing by?

-Yeah, I was just passing by.



   

                   

I don't know the lady at all.



   

                   

I'm going to give you my card.



   

                   

We're going to do a follow-up

if we get anything, okay?



   

                   

And we might call you as well

if we need to. That'd be all right?



   

                   

-Whatever you need me to do.

-I got your number right there.



   

                   

Is that it? Can I go?



   

                   

Yeah. Thanks.



   

                   

That boy make it all right?



   

                   

No. He died.



   

                   

Mrs. Musgrove, I'm going

to give you my card.



   

                   

Feel free to call anytime that you

can remember anything about this.



   

                   

-And I'm so sorry.

-Get me something to clean that off.



   

                   

He gone.



   

                   

-Here's your purse.

-He gone.



   

                   

-My baby.

-Yes, ma'am.



   

                   

He gone. He gone.



   

                   

He gone.



   

                   

You're going to take

her home, ain't you?



   

                   

I don't really know her.



   

                   

-But I'll take her home.

-I think that's a good idea.



   

                   

Yeah, I'll take her home.



   

                   

Could you do me a favor and throw

that away? I'd appreciate that.



   

                   

Take care, ma'am.



   

                   

Where do you live?



   

                   

Ma'am, you're going to have

to tell me where you live.



   

                   

I'm going to go in your purse.

I'm just letting you know.



   

                   

I'm going in your purse to try to

find an address on you, all right?



   

                   

You probably ought to call your kin

people or one of your friends...



   

                   

'cause I'm going to have to go.



   

                   

You going to be all right?



   

                   

Police told me to call the

Coroner's Office in the morning.



   

                   

I'm sorry?



   

                   

They told me to call

the Coroner's Office.



   

                   

Said they going to do an autopsy.



   

                   

I don't know why they

going to do an autopsy.



   

                   

He was hit by a car.



   

                   

I imagine it would help them

find out who did it.



   

                   

You really believe

they going to do that?



   

                   

I believe they'll try

their best, I do.



   

                   

He's a black kid. You think

they going to do that?



   

                   

Here's your bag. I'm just going

to leave it on the floor here.



   

                   

I'm real sorry.



   

                   

Mr. Grotowski?



   

                   

Just want to say, sorry about

Sonny. We liked him a lot.



   

                   

We feel bad, sir.



   

                   

Which one of you all's Willie

and which one of you's Harry?



   

                   

He's Willie. He's Darryl.



   

                   

See you. I appreciate that.



   

                   

I'm going over to the cafe.

You want me to give you a ride?



   

                   

-You sure you don't mind?

-I'm going that way anyway.



   

                   

This music all right with you?



   

                   

-'Cause I can change it.

-No, it's cool.



   

                   

You ain't got a car?



   

                   

It's broke. I'm saving

to get me another one.



   

                   

 .  . Thank you.



   

                   

-You have a good shift, okay?

-Thanks.



   

                   

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.



   

                   

-Hey, Pop. Look here.

-What are those for?



   

                   

I bought a gas station.



   

                   

That right?



   

                   

It's all bought and

paid for. We own it.



   

                   

Don't say "we". You own it.



   

                   

I didn't buy it.



   

                   

-Yeah, well.

-Wouldn't've bought no gas station.



   

                   

Is that right?



   

                   

-I would've stuck to what I knew best.

-What's that?



   

                   

Corrections Officer.



   

                   

Right.



   

                   

Well, I ain't a Corrections Officer

no more. I'm a gas station owner.



   

                   

I already made the deal.

It's too late, Pop.



   

                   

You want me to fix you something?



   

                   

-No.

-Suit yourself.



   

                   

There you go.



   

                   

How you doing?



   

                   

I'm doing all right.



   

                   

-Tired. You going to eat something?

-Chocolate ice cream.



   

                   

Plastic spoon.



   

                   

You got it.



   

                   

Thanks.



   

                   

You set?



   

                   

About time for you

to get off, isn't it?



   

                   

Did you want me

to give you a ride?



   

                   

No, l... couldn't

ask you to do that.



   

                   

It's right on the way home.



   

                   

-Sure you don't mind?

-No, I'd be happy to.



   

                   

-The one on Prospect Street.

-Clement's?



   

                   

-Yeah, Clement's.

-You bought Clement's?



   

                   

I know Clement.

Can't stand that man.



   

                   

-He ain't going to be running it, I am.

-Well, that's good.



   

                   

Thanks for the ride.



   

                   

Could I ask you a question?



   

                   

Why did you help me?



   

                   

What do you mean?



   

                   

When you took me and my baby to

the hospital. Why did you do that?



   

                   

I don't know. I guess...



   

                   

I just....



   

                   

Doing the right thing, I guess.



   

                   

My son died.



   

                   

And...



   

                   

well, he...



   

                   

he died, and then....



   

                   

I never was a very good father.



   

                   

He was a good kid.



   

                   

I guess that somehow I just....



   

                   

When I seen what you

were going through there...



   

                   

it made me think or reminded me

of something. I don't know.



   

                   

You know when you feel like

you can't breathe?



   

                   

And you can't get out...



   

                   

from inside yourself,

you know? Really.



   

                   

Do you want to come inside?



   

                   

I like these curtains.



   

                   

I got these here

curtains on credit.



   

                   

I never heard about anybody

getting curtains on credit before.



   

                   

What you think? They cute.

Ain't they cute?



   

                   

I love these curtains.



   

                   

They're good and red, all right.



   

                   

I got...



   

                   

I got these curtains

right here on credit...



   

                   

and the man told me...



   

                   

I wasn't supposed to get this deal,

but I think he kinda liked me...



   

                   

and he told me I could have

these curtains on credit.



   

                   

I said, what the hell? Red curtains

would be great for my place.



   

                   

So I said, I'll take it.



   

                   

-So I got me some red curtains.

-Damn straight.



   

                   

Boy, you sure suck that whiskey

down. I mean, Lord have mercy.



   

                   

My husband used to love him

some Jack Daniels.



   

                   

Well, like it says,

it's a good drink.



   

                   

You wait right here.

I wanna show you something.



   

                   

Wait right there.



   

                   

What you got there, some kind

of a school annual or something?



   

                   

No. These pictures right here...



   

                   

these are my husband's

drawings right here.



   

                   

Lawrence, my husband,

he drew those.



   

                   

He got himself electrocuted

over there in Jackson.



   

                   

He got himself....



   

                   

These right here,

these are my son's, Tyrell's.



   

                   

He drew these.

He drew all of these right here.



   

                   

Got his talent from the old man

then, I guess. Didn't he?



   

                   

It's the only thing that negro ever

gave that boy, was some drawing.



   

                   

-Taught him how to draw.

-Runs in the family. It's like that.



   

                   

You know...



   

                   

He was a good kid, you know?

He was a really good kid.



   

                   

He was so good. He was.

He really... he loved me.



   

                   

-He really loved me.

-I understand.



   

                   

He was so fat.



   

                   

He was so fat, he was....



   

                   

I don't care what I brought

in this house, he just eat it up.



   

                   

I don't care what it was.

I bring some Popeye's chicken...



   

                   

that boy eat the whole thing

before I get a bite of the chicken!



   

                   

He would eat his ass off!



   

                   

You haven't seen

nobody eat like....



   

                   

He would eat candy and gumballs.



   

                   

He made me take him over

up there to the Super K-Mart...



   

                   

and he put them quarters

in that gumball machine.



   

                   

He had to wait till

he get the red gumball.



   

                   

He always had

to get the red gumball.



   

                   

He sounds like

a character, I guess.



   

                   

He'd get that red gumball, and

he'd just eat on that red gumball.



   

                   

I was a good mother. I did every

single thing I could think to do.



   

                   

I was really good.

I was really good.



   

                   

I understand.



   

                   

I didn't want him to be fat

like that. I did not...



   

                   

'cause a black man in America can't

be like that! And I tried to....



   

                   

I was just trying to tell him,

you can't be like that.



   

                   

You can't be like that in America,

and a black man. I was just....



   

                   

I'm not sure what

you want me to do.



   

                   

I want... you know what I want?

I want you to make me feel better.



   

                   

I want you to make me feel better.

I want you to make me feel better.



   

                   

I want you to make me feel good.

Just make me feel good.



   

                   

I want you to make me feel good.

Can you make me feel good?



   

                   

Can you make me feel good?

Can you make me feel good?



   

                   

You make me feel good!



   

                   

-Make me feel good!

-I don't know what about.



   

                   

Just make me feel good!

Just make me feel good!



   

                   

I want to feel good.

I want to feel good.



   

                   

I felt it, too.



   

                   

I needed you.

I needed you so much.



   

                   

I needed you so much.



   

                   

I haven't felt anything

in so long.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

You okay?



   

                   

Me getting sick didn't have

anything to do with you, all right?



   

                   

Pop?



   

                   

Hey, Pop?



   

                   

I'm in the damn bathroom!



   

                   

-What the hell happened to you?

-Twisted my ankle trying to bathe.



   

                   

Doggone it, I told you

to be careful. Damn.



   

                   

Oh, goddamn!



   

                   

Wiggle your toes.



   

                   

-You feel that?

-Yeah.



   

                   

-I'm sinking.

-What are you talking about?



   

                   

I ain't worth shit.



   

                   

-You stop that.

-Can't clean myself.



   

                   

Can't walk to the kitchen

without falling.



   

                   

Can't get to the phone

before it stops ringing.



   

                   

I don't feel like a man anymore.



   

                   

You're a man, Pop.



   

                   

Can't even remember

what a woman smells like.



   

                   

-There's a man here.

-Where?



   

                   

-How you doing?

-Hey, how you doing?



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

What can I do for you?



   

                   

I got this '   Comanche

out there and...



   

                   

it needs a lube job,

new points and plugs.



   

                   

I was kind of wondering

if you'd work on it for me.



   

                   

-Yeah. When do you need it by?

-Just quick as you can, really.



   

                   

Maggie. Leave that alone,

baby. Put that down.



   

                   

I can get that about tomorrow

afternoon, late tomorrow, then.



   

                   

I'd appreciate it.



   

                   

Maybe them boys of yours can,

if they're not doing anything...



   

                   

wash it and wax it and

everything? I'm selling it.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

I'll ask them, tell them about it.

I'm sure they won't mind.



   

                   

I can't take this.



   

                   

It's my son's. It'd mean a lot to him.



   

                   

I'm sure he'd want somebody

to get some use out of it.



   

                   

I ain't saying I don't want it.

I just can't take it.



   

                   

I want you to have it. I really do.

It would mean a lot to me.



   

                   

Let's just take it

for a little spin.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

-I ain't even got my shoes on.

-We won't go far. Let's go.



   

                   

So you see how it drives.



   

                   

-What the hell is this?

-Stick shift.



   

                   

All right, there you go.



   

                   

Here's the insurance and all the

papers you'll need. It's all set.



   

                   

Listen, I'd sure like

to see you tonight.



   

                   

-I wish you would.

-Yeah? Is that all right? Okay.



   

                   

-I'll see you later.

-See you.



   

                   

Hank?



   

                   

That's good right there.



   

                   

Hello?



   

                   

Hank!



   

                   

It's Leticia!



   

                   

I'm coming on in, Hank!



   

                   

Hank?



   

                   

Who are you?



   

                   

You just walked in my house.



   

                   

My bad. I....



   

                   

Hank? You looking for Hank?



   

                   

Yes. Is he here?



   

                   

Who are you?



   

                   

My name is Leticia Musgrove.



   

                   

Me and Hank is...



   

                   

friends.



   

                   

Musgrove?



   

                   

Please, little darling...



   

                   

have you got a cigarette?



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

But it look to me like you don't

really need to be smoking.



   

                   

Come on, have you got one?



   

                   

Match?



   

                   

So, is Hank here?



   

                   

Yeah. He'll be back shortly.



   

                   

I'm Buck, his father.



   

                   

That for Hank?



   

                   

Yeah. It's a gift.



   

                   

I'll see he gets it.



   

                   

Damn.



   

                   

Hank must've done something right

to deserve a fine hat like this.



   

                   

-Guess he did.

-In my prime...



   

                   

I had a thing for

nigger juice myself.



   

                   

Hank's just like his daddy.



   

                   

Ain't a man till

he split dark oak.



   

                   

Hey, Leticia? Hang on.

Where you going?



   

                   

Where you going?



   

                   

-What happened?

-I met your daddy.



   

                   

-Talk to me. You can't do this.

-Get off me! Get your hands off me!



   

                   

-Gimme a chance! Whatever he did...

-I don't matter a whole lot, do l?



   

                   

-Give me a chance to prove to you!

-Get off me!



   

                   

We're family.

I'm your father. Remember that.



   

                   

Hank?



   

                   

What's your problem?



   

                   

-I believe that's it. There you go.

-Thank you.



   

                   

I didn't date that thing

at the bottom line.



   

                   

-It's no problem.

-Below that line. I didn't do it.



   

                   

-You'll take care of him, won't you?

-Oh, yes.



   

                   

'Cause...



   

                   

I want him to go out in peace.



   

                   

You must love him very much.



   

                   

No, I don't.



   

                   

But he's my father. So there it is.



   

                   

They said they're going to get you

a television set tomorrow.



   

                   

Finally getting rid of me, huh?



   

                   

They're going to take care of you.



   

                   

There's a telephone at the end

of the hall. You can call me.



   

                   

This is it?



   

                   

I guess so.



   

                   

I'm stuck.



   

                   

Me, too.



   

                   

I don't want to go out like this.



   

                   

Me neither.



   

                   

Goodbye, Pop.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

-You want your car back?

-No, I don't want the car back.



   

                   

-I want for you to keep that.

-What?



   

                   

I just wanted you to know

that I sent him away.



   

                   

-I ain't got time to talk.

-Well, I wish you would talk to me.



   

                   

Done with your order?



   

                   

-How you doing, Ryrus?

-All right. How are you?



   

                   

-I'm all right.

-Who Leticia?



   

                   

My girlfriend.



   

                   

Sheriff's Department! Hello?



   

                   

-What are you doing to my door?

-It's the Sheriff's Department.



   

                   

-Time to go, lady.

-No, wait, wait, wait.



   

                   

-It's time to go.

-No. Here. Here, here.



   

                   

No, I don't take anything. Settle

with your landlord, then I go away.



   

                   

-I got the money. Almost all there.

-I suggest you get fully dressed.



   

                   

-Just gimme a day.

-I'm going to put you out.



   

                   

-No, you ain't putting me out!

-No, no.



   

                   

I about got the money!

I'm just still saving it....



   

                   

I painted the ceiling and the wall

and just fixed it up a little bit.



   

                   

I figured that... I ought to.



   

                   

I'll move your stuff in so you

don't have to worry with it.



   

                   

I'm going into the kitchen

and do a thing or two...



   

                   

so if you just want to,

really, just relax...



   

                   

make yourself comfortable.

Whatever you want to do.



   

                   

-This Tyrell's.

-I thought I'd put it up there.



   

                   

That's my boy's room.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

You can go up if you want to.



   

                   

-Can I look at these?

-Yeah, go ahead.



   

                   

That's him right there.



   

                   

Don't look like you.



   

                   

He got his mother in him.



   

                   

I don't mind sleeping across

the hall there, if you want.



   

                   

-Maybe you should sleep by yourself.

-No, I wouldn't feel good...



   

                   

if you left me in here

all by myself.



   

                   

I just want you

to be comfortable here.



   

                   

I want you to be comfortable, too.



   

                   

I want to take care of you.



   

                   

Good...



   

                   

'cause I really need

to be taken care of.



   

                   

Can I touch you?



   

                   

Did you feel that?



   

                   

Oh, yeah.



   

                   

Did it feel good?



   

                   

I didn't hurt you or anything?



   

                   

Not in no bad way.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

Nothing. I just....



   

                   

I want to go out and

buy some ice cream.



   

                   

-Now?

-Yeah.



   

                   

It just feels right.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

-Can you buy me some?

-Yeah. What kind you want?



   

                   

Chocolate.



   

                   

I bought some chocolate ice cream.



   

                   

Are you okay?



   

                   

You sure?



   

                   

You look real pretty.



   

                   

Let's go out on the steps.

You want to?



   

                   

Let's go.



   

                   

I went by our station

on the way home. I like the sign.



   

                   

I think we're going

to be all right.











  

 
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