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Fuck.

I race the
sun home in the morning...

and the moon up at night.

There's just today,

and then there's tonight.

Anything can happen,

then anything does.

Get through it.

You've got 10 minutes to get out of my
house before my sisters get up for school.

I-I-It's some
Jewish people holiday.

Ain't no school. Then you
got five minutes.

Yeah?

All right.

I ain't seen this one before.

He probably won't kill me.
It ain't happened yet.

But it's like when people tell
you that their dog doesn't bite.

How do they know?

Oh, and nobody's coming
to save my ass.

It took me a minute
to get that.

The man in the white hat,
the man on the white horse--

yeah, he ain't coming.

I remember when I was 10 somebody
gave me a diary for a present,

and I felt like
it was too late...

so I didn't write in it.

Too much
had already happened.

So it wouldn't be
the whole story.

I feel that way again,

and I'm 14.

But nobody'd believe it.

Ain't nobody to tell.

If a girl falls in the city
and nobody sees it,

did it happen?

Get up.

Shit.

Get up.

Is it cold?

Not really. Wash
your face, stinky.

Where's
your little sister?

Sheila's.

What?

That's where she's at. Who?

Cammie.

I asked you that,
like, an hour ago.

Yeah, well,
she's at Sheila's.

Even though Sheila's mom says
she can't stay there no more...

'cause she can't afford to
feed seven kids, only six.

Like,
what's the big whoop?

But Cammie keeps going over
there every day after school,

and by the time Sheila's mom gets home
from her second job at the dog track--

lame--

she doesn't have enough energy to wake
Cammie up and kick her out in the street.

Cammie's fuckin' little. She
don't take up that much room.

Yeah, but she eats up
all their food.

Good for her.
Maybe she'll grow.

What are you gonna do
today?

Nothin'.

Well,
deliver these papers.

Go bum food
at Kelly's mom's.

Oh, and I got this book report on
a book I probably read in utero.

And play my sax.

How 'bout take a bath?

Mom here?
Yeah.

Then no.

Hey, Bee!
Wait up!

You coming back?

You making breakfast?

I could make
macaroni and cheese,

although we don't make
any milk or any butter.

Orange-water macaroni?

I found some nacho cheese
Doritos from last night.

- I can smash 'em up in the bowl with water and--
- Nah. That doesn't work.

- It kinda does.
- Not!

- Does.
- I'd rather eat dirt.

One hour.

One hour, queer bait.

Bee poured out
all the liquor in the house once.

That went over real well.

He kissed me...

about a week ago.

Are you breaking into
people's houses now?

Fuck you.

I was rollin' bones
behind Ju-Ju's.

Them niggers
don't know how to act.

Well, you tell 'em.

You win, at least?

I rolled hard eights for an
hour straight, little girl.

You didn't answer
my question.

I'm tryin' to told you.

You just didn't heard me.

You count it.

And I kissed him back.

Here, my girl. Supposed to
start shootin' folks now?

If you want to.
Who would you shoot first?

You.

What's the matter?
Don't like McDonald's no more?

I'm gonna eat it.

Don't worry about it
wit' your black ass.

You got jokes.

Three hundred and--
Eighty-two dollars.

Man, them niggers shouldn't mess with the kid.
Think they slick.

What day is today?

Well, it used to be
called Monday,

but after the rebirth
of the cool tonight--

Uh, no.

After the rain falls down
like a mighty river--

Calm down, reverend. I got it.
You got a game tonight.

A game?

Baby, don't you
read the papers?

This is the ladies'
conference championship...

in the guise of an ass-whippin'
of biblical proportions.

Calm your narrow ass down.

I read about you
in the papers, girl.

What did it say?

That you love me.

And?

And that you was fixin' to open a can of
whup-ass on the basketball court tonight.

So you can read.

Do you still love me?

Of course I do.

What's goin' on
with the freaks?

I kicked some big-headed nigger
out of here a little while ago.

Alfred.

I didn't ask him
his name.

Tommy.

I don't know. I never
saw him before. What?

You deaf too? I said, I
never saw him before.

Oh, hell, no.

This double-trick bitch
owes somebody some money.

Sarah!

Hey, baby. Get
your ugly ass up, bitch.

I was waiting for you.
You got my fuckin' money?

I don't wanna hear shit, bitch. What, you drink supper?
And open a fuckin' window!

Smells like
somebody's ass!

What the fuck you think this is? You
know I don't play games. Oh, come on!

Bitch!

I don't want no
part of what goes on in there.

Yeah, that's right, ho.

Shut the fuck up.

But I
sure do like being kissed.

$442.

You ain't gon' eat it?

I don't give a fuck
about no Egg McMuffin.

Suit yourself, little girl.

Cammie. Cammie?

Mama says
you gotta go.

Fuck.

What time is it?
Don't matter.

Mama says
you gotta go.

- Go, go, go! Do it!
- Do it! Ray!

Home! Home! Home!

I got it!

Ray!

Jesus! What's going on?

Hey, y'all
better stop playin'!

Mama!
Mike hit me!

Goddamn
it, what the hell's going on?

Who touched my towel?

This red towel is my towel, and
it's got wet on it. Who touched it?

Mama!
What?

Cammie, you've gotta go home. Okay.

Earl! Burl!

Bye, Cammie.
Bye, Sheila.

Bye, Mrs. Hightower.
Bye, little girl.

Okay.
Thank you.

Bye, hon.
Sweetheart.

Bye.

Mama,
Burl's bleeding again.

They know where the Band-Aids are.
Sit down. Eat.

Earl!

Well, Cammie, it looks like you and
I are working the same shift today.

Sure does. What do you say
we get some breakfast.

Sounds good to me.
All right.

Wait a minute.
What?

Looks like you grew about an
inch in your sleep. Yeah?

I don't know if I should
feed you just yet.

What--
I wanna grow!

Oh, you do?
Yeah.

Oh, okay.
Well, let's get a move on.

Okay.

I wish you was
my daddy.

I couldn't be
your daddy.

Yeah, I know. And you couldn't be my kid.

Yeah, I know.

You wanna know why?

Mmm, yeah,
I think so.

Yeah.

'Cause I'd kill ya.
You would not!

Sure I would.
I'd kill you with kisses.

You can't kill nobody
with kisses.

Oh, yeah, you can, actually, if
you tickle 'em at the same time.

Nah, that wouldn't work.
Yeah.

Know what else?
What?

If you were my kid, I'd make you
eat onion and lard sandwiches.

No, you wouldn't.
Yes, I would.

And I'd make you sleep in the doghouse.
No, you wouldn't!

You're a good guy.

News or sports?

Sports.

Sports it is.

I ran into a tree,
'cause we were sledding.

Where is everything?

I cleaned it up.

Oh, God. Oh, Jesus.

Why?

You know, where--

where is my--
my stuff?

You know, people
always movin'--

Where is my stuff?

People always moving
all my stuff!

You know,
this is my house.

Can't I leave my stuff where
I want to without people,

you know, taking things, moving things?

Where the fuck is everything?

- Do you want me to make you a drink?
- Lord Jesus Christ on the cross!

Can't I... leave my
things where I want to?

This is my house,
for God's sake.

People--

People taking things.

Taking things...

from me.

I guess not.

What?

Why are you always
looking at me sideways?

Let me tell you, lots
of shit you don't know.

You think you're all-knowing
about everything.

You don't know shit.

I ain't looking at you.

You always
looking at me.

Ain't you got
nowhere to go?

Leave me alone!

Please.

Ohh. Ohh.

I ain't
botherin' you.

No, no.

I'm just sayin'--
You're just sayin'.

I'm sayin'.
No!

Whoa.

No! Fuck!

Yeah.

Look.

I'm sayin'...

this big one what left...

can fuck.

So when you're ready...

you just tell me.

'Cause you're gonna have
to do it sooner or later.

Might as well
get it done right.

Guess we're gonna have to
figure out something soon.

One of these days.

Gotta pay to play.

'Cause you ain't gonna be...

14 forever.

Yeah, thank God
for small favors.

It wasn't always
like this, all fucked up--

the house, my mom,
everything.

At the same
time, the disciples--

We were a real family once.

Jesus called a little
child unto him and set him--

He was a preacher.

And said "Verily,
I say unto you,

"except ye be converted and
become as little children,

ye shall not enter into
the kingdom of heaven."

I saw him heal
a guy out of a wheelchair once.

Dad put his two hands on him and said, "Jesus,
Jesus, Jesus!" Real fast, over and over,

and the guy
got up and walked.

The guy walked, like,
five steps,

and he realized he was walking
and he fell on his face.

That's when I
realized this is bullshit.

Believe in me.

Get in there!
Come on!

Usually on Sunday,

if the Lord had blessed us with an abundant
collection plate-- Fucking whore. Fucking whore!

We'd go to a fancy restaurant and
have banana splits.

Get over here! What-- Hey,
get out of there! Come on!

Get over here! Get out of there!
Come on! Right now! Get out!

Don't worry, Agnes.
I don't want you.

So the police
finally came and got us out. Mom too.

Dad changed his shirt
'cause he got blood on it...

and joked with the cops as Mom and me
and Bee and Cammie drove to some motel.

Then we moved a thousand miles away
and I haven't heard from him since.

I did go to church again.

Wasn't even that long ago.

Fuckin' door was locked.

Swear to God,
you lock the door on me,

I lock the door on you.

Took me a while
to learn that.

Hey, Doc.

All right.

Now, this here
is the breakfast of champions.

What you the champion of?
Trifling?

Uh, yeah, that
and choppin' up cows.

Excuse me, Dolly,
but got any Chex?

Not yet, babe.

No snacks yet.

- You want some?
- No, thanks.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Phone!

Clyde, you're
the only one in here.

I guess I'm just a goddamn piece of shit!
Never know! Could be for me!

Yeah?

Well, what the fuck--

Is he in trouble?
Yeah.

With God. All right, I'm there.

Time for Chex Party Mix?
Mm-mmm.

I said I'm there, goddamn it!

All right.
I said yeah.

So help me God. What does it take?
Just get 'em in.

It's just three cows.
Just three cows!

Mother of God! Lord Jesus
fuckin' Christ almighty!

Somebody shut the door!

White girl! Is you deaf?
See to the door!

Okay, Stymie. Geez!

"No time ago
or else a life,

"walking in the dark
I met Christ.

"Jesus.

"My heart flopped over and
lie still while he passed.

"As close
as I am to you,

"yes, closer,

made of nothing
except loneliness."

Come on, light for me, baby. Hey, Popeye!

How you doin' this fine day? Shit!

Oh, fair to middlin'.

Let me light this one cancer
stick, and I will be golden.

How you doin', big girl?

I'm fine too.

Hey, Meatball.
Hey.

Fixin' to move.

Say what?

I was just sayin', 'cause you might
not be seeing me around much more...

and I didn't want you
to worry.

Wait, wait, wait.

You, your mama,
your sisters,

a pimp, the Poker House and the
hooker live up in the garage?

Where are y'all
fixin' to move to?

No! Just me.

I'm moving.

Oh.
How you gon' do that?

Well, I talked
to my school counselor,

and he talked to
Child Services,

and they say they gon' put me
in a foster house.

A foster house, huh? Yeah, a big
one over on the north side.

'Cause you know only them rich
folk can afford foster kids.

- Mm-hmm.
- My brother's kids got took to a foster house.

Old man
fucked every one of 'em.

Forget you, Meatball!
That's a fib.

Well, anyways,
I'm waitin' to hear from 'em.

These things
take time.

Damn, big girl.

You think you can get me one
of them new foster houses?

You're too old.
You have bad habits.

Goddamn it!
Uh-huh! See?

You're apin' and clownin', and you
done dropped your damn bottle.

Fuck you, Popeye.

What I done told you about
cussin' at me, junior?

I will cut your ass
in half...

and hide the knife
in your big ass.

You gonna cut me in half? Yeah, yeah.

Hey, Popeye, what you got?
You got yourself a chain saw?

Didn't know it was gon' be like this, did ya?
This is a killin' knife!

Killin' knife?
Yeah!

- Who you killed lately?
- Ain't killed nobody in years, but I'm 'bout to start today.

Come on. Here's your target. You see this move?
I can do this move.

What you do now? Come on and
get a little piece of this.

You want some of me? Here's a target
for you, Popeye! Come on, buddy!

You don't want nothin' about me, baby.

I'm a crazy motherfucker.

Fuck every-fuckin'-body.

Good morning. La-La and them
liked to got my ass busted.

I told that bitch not to fuck around,
but she wanna go start some shit.

This should do you
till the first.

I told her, don't go in there messin' with Darryl.
She tellin' me she can handle it.

Talkin' 'bout,
"I can handle it."

I'm tellin' her, "No, you
can't handle it neither."

Look at you.
You look like Chaka Khan.

Only you little,

and you ain't got
no ass.

- Your mama here?
- She's asleep.

- Duval come around this morning? - Yep.

He say he was
looking for me?

Nope.

- Ooh!
- What?

Oh, man alive!

Needs titties, baby girl.

Look in there
for some boots I got ya.

I'm going to bed.

What happened to La-la?

She in department store jail.

And that's just what she get for messin'
with Darryl, gettin' in his face.

- What? -La-La standin' in the middle
of the motherfuckin' parking lot.

Arms full of stolen shit.

- Questionin' Darryl about who the fuck
he was with and when. -Get the fuck out!

Darryl blew his little whistle and
they came and got that bitch.

I tried to talk to her, but
she wasn't havin' none of it.

Thinks she knows
so goddamn much.

Well, she handlin' it now.
Fuck her.

And I ain't going to
bail the bitch out neither.

Me go to jail on purpose. That's
just stupid on top of stupid.

If Duval comes
sniffin' around here,

you tell him I'll get with him
when I get with him.

And don't knock on my door.

I'm really, really tired.

He's late.

How you know
he's late?

You ain't got
no watch.

I know 'cause I know.

Yeah.

Here he comes.

You know, he own
this whole block.

Worst raggedy-ass block
I ever been on.

That's how come he's rich.
He saves up all his money.

Well, if that's rich livin',
I don't want no part of it.

Looks like your master
plan's workin' out there!

Now, why you want me to cut
you so goddamn bad, huh?

With what, them little lady
tweezers you got there?

Lady tweezers?
That's what the hell I got--

Shut up, you ugly ape! Uh,
good morning, Mr. Goldstein.

Morning, Popeye.

What time is it?

Time to go to work.
Sure is!

Like a whole lot of-- Hey! No cuts!

Ladies first,
huh?

You know you're just a
girl underneath all that.

Shut your ass up.
You a little boy.

Okay, so that's, uh--

- One dollar and 50 cents.
- One dollar and 50 cents. Very good.

Okay.

Aw, damn, baby girl.
Come on. Hurry up, now.

She can take her time.

So, that do it then, Bee?

- Yeah, I think so.

All right.
Thank you very much, Bee.

I will see you
in the morning.

Good Lord willing and the creek don't
rise, I'll see you in the morning too.

Uh, okay.

Next.

There you go. Uh-huh.

Popeye.

Molly Pitcher's Muscatel,
baby.

Goldfish
are so delicious.

Only in here though.

Sometimes I'll take 'em home in my pocket and
eat 'em, but they didn't taste good like this.

Know why they
call 'em Goldfish?

'Cause long ago boys
in college fraternities,

they'd eat real, live, swimmin'
goldfish with scary eyes...

on a dare--
a double dog dare.

And they'd have to do it, or else
they'd be killed by their teachers.

We can eat Goldfish, too, except they aren't
alive and they're pretty good for ya.

Like some?

That's sweet, little girl, but I don't eat that shit.
It makes the scotch taste funny.

Dolly, ain't you got
no Tony Tiger or Colonel Crunch?

This little girl 'bout to bust a gut
fuckin' with these 'plorable things.

I eat the head first.

Why, you ask?

So they don't bite ya.

It's kinda sad though,

leave a pile of tails
and all.

Did you know goldfish
can eat themselves to death?

It's true, it's true!
I wouldn't lie.

If you feed 'em enough, they'll
eat and eat until they explode.

For real!

I'd like to see that, even though
it would be real sad though.

Here.
Two packs of Valiants, lady.

He's a bad boy.

Never called nobody father.

Why bother?

When you left...

you took God with you.

Never met no preacher
who wasn't tryin' to reach her,

sellin' heaven,
takin' your sin...

home with him.

Saw some funny hats though...

when they made the new pope,

giving the sheep hope.

Never called nobody father.

Why bother?

Ain't no reverends.

Anyway, revered ones...

pimpin' the little ones...

who need God to be true.

Ain't no end
to what they'll do.

When you leave,
take God with you.

Agnes, it's not funny!
You scared the shit out of me!

I thought you was a car
or something!

That's what you get for hanging out at
this spooky house. It's got spooks in it.

You liked to gave me
a heart attack.

A heart attack?
You're 12, Einstein.

Yeah, but...

people have been
scared to death...

by fear!

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
Okay, I'm sorry.

Go on now. The coast is clear.
Ain't nobody up at home.

Cry-baby.

It's not funny, Agnes!
It's not funny at all!

You could've been a truck or a bus
or a tree branch or somethin'!

Well, what are you
waitin' for, a bus?

Go on now.

Not funny. Stop.

I'm sorry.
I love you. Bye.

I love you too.

News flash! I just made Bee poop in her
pants in front of the spooky house.

This is front-page stuff, people.
Get it while it's hot.

- Hi, Agnes!
- Hey, Agnes!

Rowena?
Hi, foxy lady.

Pinkish fuchsia!
Thank you!

You got it.
Hey, Petey! Hey, Bob!

Spell it backwards. Spell it forward!
It spells the same thing-- Bob!

Mr. Jefferies, a legend in his own behind.
I'm fine, just fine.

Nice suit. You look
just like a Milk Dud.

Well,
thank you, honey!

What are you doing here,
Mr. Jefferies?

I've told you a thousand times.
You're a hundred. Go home.

What are you, nuts?

They need me here. I'm the
only one that knows stuff.

Give me that.

Why do you think they
call me Mr. Everything?

That's right. 'Cause I've
done every job in this room.

Go ahead. Ask me somethin'.
I'll ask you somethin'.

Well, go ahead then. Shoot. Okay.

Where's the man?

Bingo!

He's at Command Central.
He's looking for Japs.

Thanks, Mr. Jefferies.

Anytime, kiddo.

All right,
let's have it.

Hold your horses.
Gee.

"A." "A"--

It's all A's.

I guess we'll
have to keep you.

Ah, you can keep it.
I'll make more.

My dear wife reminded me
this morning...

that you haven't been
by the house lately.

Do you require a written invitation
to come back by for dinner?

I guess
I've been busy.

I could come by the house, pick
you up one Saturday night.

Wouldn't want to interfere with your
studies during the week, you know.

Well, I got basketball
and chores and stuff.

How are you faring with the Rimbaud?
I like him.

I like that
e.e. cummings guy too.

We got the same birthday.

Rimbaud's dead.

Yes.
Yes, he is.

And he was a homo.

Is there anything else
I can assist you with?

Yeah. It's payday.
Pay me!

Right you are.
Payday it is.

Go see Rowena
in Accounting.

You mean that desk
right there?

Oh, protocol, Agnes.
Protocol!

Without rules of behavior,
the world's a--

Yeah, this place
is crawling with anarchists.

You have been reading.
That's very good.

Oh, pay the girl.
Criminies!

Excuse me.
Is this Accounting?

I guess!

Could I have my paycheck? Yeah.

Got that.

Thank you.
Okay.

Right here. See, I got to have this.
Dizzy.

Watch my bike.

Jesus Christ! I said one more
time, and that was one more time!

Hey, Pookie.

Tell Rondell I'm here
to get my check.

Y'all better quit!
I ain't playin' with you.

Rondell,
Agnes need her check.

How's the baby?
Fine, I guess.

What's her name again?
I call her Tamika.

She call her Shandra.

Ah, Pookie. You gonna be all right?
I'll be fine, I guess.

I swear for God!

Hey!
Hey! Come on!

Get away from him.
Stop jabbin' with him.

Hey, Agnes.
You wanna work tonight?

Semifinals.

I got a game tonight. The most
important game of my career.

Well, if you change
your mind, let me know.

That's it!
I'm writin' you all up!

Told you that?
Yeah, right here.

Give me my bike. Damn!

Got you, man.
She's crazy, man.

I got a 427 under there.
You ain't got no 427.

That's a 287, man. I'll tell
you right now. It's a 287.

Then Alice became convinced...

that the baby
Julia's carrying... is mine.

How can it be his brother's
baby when Eden loves Dax?

She told Julia and me she
didn't ever want to see us again.

Don't this little
girl live in the Poker House?

Little girl, don't you
live in the Poker House?

Stymie, it's lunchtime. Leave her alone.
You know that's her favorite story.

Lunchtime? I'm gonna
tell you what time it is!

Time for you to fix me another drink!
That's what time it is!

Soothing even the worst parting.

How can you have a baby
by one person...

when someone else
loves ya?

Baby, those TV people
ain't real.

Go on and eat now.
And something else.

You know, how come every time
somebody says "I love you"...

to somebody that
they really don't,

it's the opposite.

They're just trying to be sneaky
about somethin' else.

Seems to me people who love each other--
they don't be havin' to say it.

Like, if someone
were to say, out loud,

"Ooh, I sure love my feet,"

well, of course you love your
feet, or you'd fall down.

Cammie, honey,
don't trouble yourself.

Have some more
cherry orange juice.

No, I don't want
no more juice.

I want somebody
come get me.

Come on.
Put that up there.

All right. Whoo!

Oh! He shoots,
and... he misses.

Hey, yo, we got four, niggers.
We got four.

- I'm Clyde. I'm Clyde, y'all.
- Dooey always gotta be Clyde.

Who you gonna be?

Nah. Uh-uh. Give me back my ball, boy.
Forget you, nigger.

- Try and take it.
- Guys, we got four. Deon, you on my team.

Dooey and Black Tony, y'all two together.
All right.

We jackin' y'all.
Oh-ho!

Wait a minute.
What team are we?

You said you was Clyde, so
that'd make you the Knicks?

Hoo! You got munched, boy!

Forget all y'all!

Yeah, we the Knicks.
We jackin' y'all up!

Shut up, Doo-Doo.
Agnes, who you supposed to be?

I'm George Gervin,
the Ice Man, man.

All right. Cool.
I'm Dr. J.

Hold on. Y'all can't be
the Rockets and the Lakers.

It's an All-Star game.

Yeah. Man, all right. Whatever.
Let's play.

Okay. You take the ball out, then you pass the
ball to me, I'm gonna pass it back to you.

Then I'm gonna do my stutter
step shake-and-bake move.

When I look
at you, you hit me.

Then I drive right up the middle. A'ight.

All right. Thanks.

All right.
Check!

Ball!

Foul!

Man, why you mess up the game?
Now we can't play!

You fouled her, man.
You fouled her.

Man, that wasn't even no foul!
That was legal!

Since when is
a titty check legal?

Man, I was guarding George Gervin.
George Gervin ain't got no titties.

Well, Agnes got titties,
so that's a foul!

Man, I was goin'
for the ball.

You was goin' for Agnes.

Black Tony likes Agnes!

- Oh, yeah?
- Titty boy.

You think that's funny?
I titty-check your mama.

Y'all niggers fightin' for real! Who wanna be Muhammad Ali?
Who wanna be George Foreman?

Come on! Get in there!
I'm Joe Frazier!

Joe Frazier? Ew.

Pay up, dog.

Fuck that nigger!

Ooh, man. They
got up and left!

Oh, man, see, that's--

I ain't comin' in there, man.
Where you at?

Come on, baby. Give me $10.

Here, girl. It's supposed
to fit like that.

You heard what happened to La-La, right?
Fuck that heifer.

Everybody in?

You know the deal.
Five card.

- Deuces low, aces high.
- One-eyed jacks wild?

Motherfucker, did I say one-eyed
jacks is wild? Hell, no.

- Damn, man. I'm just asking.
- Ask that tricky-ass bitch of yours over there.

Maybe she know the rules. Ante up, fool.
You holdin' up the motherfuckin' game.

Fuck me.

I can't win for losin'
in this motherfucker.

More for
me, and I ain't mad.

I ain't mad at all.

- What it look like, man?
- Look like two ladies.

You a thievin' bastard.

Got you, man.

How it go?

Don't nobody get three kings
in motherfuckin' five-card stud.

You know that's some bullshit.

I just did, nigger.

My baby is a winner.

Son of a bitch.

Come on, man.

Fuck you, nigger.
I'm a winner.

It's only a game.

On your feet, motherfucker!
Hey! Hey!

That's my friend! You
don't know him! Ow!

Got to learn to keep your hos in check, man.
Look at your trick.

Come on.
Dance with me, baby.

Ooh. I see somethin'
I like.

Hey.

I'm tellin' you, man. Yeah.
Makin' me some money.

That's five dollars.

I told La-La, "Don't go in
there messin' with Darryl."

She tellin' me
she can handle it.

She talkin' 'bout,
"I can handle it."

Geez! Is it your life's ambition
to try to kill me?

I'm trying to help you.

Help me what?
See Jesus for real?

I'm trying to help you.

When did this shit start?

How old are we?

Is it bad yet?

Well, no.

It's always bad.

Don't you have band
practice or something?

No, it's Monday. We don't have
band practice on Mondays.

We don't practice today
because it is Monday. Monday.

Go over
to Kelly's house.

But it's Monday.
I already told you that.

Bee, just get out of here.

Go over to Kelly's house and don't
come back for a while, okay?

Ow! Hey, you're not
doing that right.

You gotta do it
like this.

Very clever, grasshopper.

My girl!

Hotel room, 15 minutes.

We got 50 cans of beer.

Where's my lighter?

No time ago...

or else a life,

walking in the dark
I met Christ.

Jesus.

My heart flopped over
and lay still...

as he passed.

As close as I am to you,

yes, closer,

made of nothing...

except loneliness.

Fuck.

Where you been?
I been looking for you.

Don't start no shit.

I knew you was bullshittin'. I knew it.

Okay. Let me
holler at you.

- Come here, girl. Let me tell you something.
- I'm fine.

I know you're fine. I said I
wanna say something to you.

Maurice, leave that child alone.

She don't want you.

- Agnes, you got another game tonight?
- Yeah.

Little as you are, got
your picture in the paper.

Her picture in the paper?
Sure is.

- For what?
- She a famous basketball player.

She a girl. And she a famous writer too.

- I ain't famous.
- Your picture in the paper?

Yeah. Then you famous.
What you doin' here?

I live here.

You live
in the Poker House.

I guess.

That your mama?

Go on and play basketball,
girl.

Look at you, gettin'
all sentimental. Shit.

You got a fine ass. Yeah? I'm over here.
What you gonna do with me?

Hmm. I'm gonna get you
to light my fire.

Where you think
you goin'?

Fishin'.

Why you messin' with me,
little girl?

Don't you know
I'm a bad, bad man?

You know
where I'm goin'.

You ain't gotta go yet.

Yeah, I do.

I gotta
warm up the team.

I gotta go over
the plays...

and talk to the coach
about--

Don't go just yet.

It was
his lips that wrecked me.

The thick skin
over sweet custard.

Like... Jell-O pudding...

left out on the table
all night.

Sweet like that.

Sweet like...

whiskey and Coke.

Sweet like--

Mooney, why you keep
following me around the damn place?

Everybody know you a hot
mama, but I ain't no jive-ass nigger.

What is it you want, Mooney?

I want you to help me
move shit.

You can go places I can't go.
That's all you had to say.

You got some merchandise.
Yeah. Take half.

Tell motherfuckers where you got it from.
I get half?

Half, goddamn it.
Did I stutter?

Well, shit, that's all you had to say.
You been mad all night.

You been playin' me like a
bald-headed stepchild. Shit.

Can't I kid you?
Oh, we partners now, huh?

You don't trust me?
Hell, no.

Well, come on.

Hey, Duval. I'm busy, man.
Tell 'em to wait.

Too live.
That's what I told him.

Fuck that shit.

Ain't no motherfuckin' police
taking me no-goddamn-where.

Fuckin' La-La. Ain't gonna be gettin'
no visit from my ass no time soon.

Come on, nigger. Take me to the club.
Oh, you ready now.

Just come on.

Who fills the air
with notes so sour...

and dares to challenge
Sinbad's power?

Why, I'll fix 'em.

Rush that ship!

Go.

Sweet...

and soft.

Not like the man
who beats my mom.

The man that loves me,

that kisses me like this.

How the fuck old was I?

Thirteen?

No, wait. It was winter.

Fourteen, almost.

Just.

A virgin.

I don't know how old he was.

Duval could've
been a thousand.

Me, a sucker for his mouth.

So sweet.

But that day--

Oh.

No. No.
What--

Didn't I say, "Get the fuck off me,
motherfucker"?

Didn't I? Did I?

Get the fuck--
This isn't happening.

This doesn't count.

One thousand-one,

one thousand-two,
Ow!

One thousand-three.

And now I'm sure I got one of my mom's
pimp's babies growing inside of me.

Agnes?

Yeah?

What are you doin'?

Nothing.

Mom.

Hey.

Run down to the store
right quick.

So we need some Newports...

and a big bottle
of Tanqueray...

and a Mr. T's
Bloody Mary mix.

You know I can't drink it
with the vodka.

Don't taste like nothin'.

Why they even make somethin'
that don't taste like nothin'?

This the end of the soap?

You wasteful.

I remember
when you was a baby.

All the time all you ever
wanted me to do...

was... read to you.

And all we
had was two books.

A red one. I don't remember
what it was called.

Some other book
'bout rabbits...

and chickens
and some shit.

You weren't
even walkin' yet.

But you just all the time kept saying,

"Read me the red book.

Read me the red book."

I read that book
must have been a million times.

Got sick of it,
for God's sake.

Readin' the same
goddamn story...

over and over.

So--

I'd just...

sit you on my lap,

just turn the pages,

make up some shit.

Makin' up my own story.

Pretendin'...

like I was readin' to you.

You weren't even
a year old yet.

But you'd just...

turn,

look up at me and say,

"Read the story."

It used to freak me out,

you speakin'
in full sentences...

since you could talk.

"Read the story."

I tried to fool you,

but I never could
ever since you was a baby.

You always knew
what I was doin'.

What was the name
of that book?

The red one.

You remember?

Oh, fuck it.

It don't matter.

Get on to the store.

If there's change,
I want it.

There's just today.

And then there's tonight.

Anything can happen.

Then anything does.

That's some
valuable pussy.

What?

Who are you talking about?

You said it was time for
her to earn her keep.

I'm just being agreeable,
is all.

You're just bein' about dead.

Oh. Look at you.

What are you gonna do
with that thing?

Mom, this motherfucker
just raped me!

And now he wants
to pimp me out too?

I don't know
what you're sayin'.

He's fine to you.

He's good--
takes care of me.

Did you fucking
just hear me?

Stop where you're standin', or I'll
blow the back of your head off.

Baby girl, cool it now.
Come on.

You don't want to spend the rest
of your natural life behind bars.

You don't wanna do that.

You think there's a cop
on this planet...

that would lock me up
for killing you?

You... stop it!

Stop it!

I can't live
without him.

So...

I can't, and I won't.

So, you kill me.
You kill me.

Mom!

He raped me,

and he beats you,

and he sells you!

And now he wants
to sell me too.

And you want to die
in his place?

Yes.

Y-- Yes.

I'm going to
my basketball game.

No. No. You get out!

You get--
You get out of my house!

Wait, baby.

Wait. Don't go!

I left... my mother...

and the man
I thought loved me...

in that house.

I left my mother...

and my... rapist...

in that house.

I left my mother...

and my mother's pimp...

in that house.

Look at all the people it takes
to make up a person.

Ain't that nothin'?

Where the sam hell
have you been?

I've been to the mountaintop,
and it ain't shit.

You good to play? We ain't got time
for no warmin' up, gettin' ready.

Give me some bull crap
excuses after you blow it,

comin' in late
with a story.

I'm not gonna blow it, Coach.
You know me.

Ref! Time!

Visitor time out.

Ridgeview Lady Stars are down by 13.
Come on! Let's go! Huddle up!

Just under seven minutes to go,

it's Home 47, Visitors 34. Come on!
Let's go, ladies! Get in here!

- This one is just about over.
- Come on!

"A" Game here finally
decided to show up.

Maybe she can
wake the dead.

Y'all are playin' pitiful!
We are down 13.

Win, or go home!

Missy, you've been gettin'
beat all night. Sit.

Agnes, prove me right.

Nobody walks!
Team on three.

- One, two, three, team!
- Team!

There's the boy who writes
me poems and leaves them in my locker.

He thinks I don't know.

His name is Peter.

There's the varsity football players that
won't talk to me if anyone's around,

but Terry loves discussing
poetry at the Burger King...

and I give Alfred
the math quiz answers.

And Mario plays one-on-one with me in
the church parking lot any time I want.

Agnes! Agnes!
Agnes! Agnes!

Agnes! Agnes!

Two points, Ridgeview!

Way to go!
Let's get it back now!

Lady Stars grab two more.

Ten to 14.

And it's Agnes again!

Number 14 takes a hard foul.

They need these free throws
to get back into the game...

and have a chance
at the state championship.

Okay, Agnes! You got these.
Knock 'em down!

There's one.

Stay calm! Stay calm!

And wow!
Ridgeview may have a prayer!

Here come the Lady Stars.

Two!

And again!
Agnes really is lighting it up.

Number 14 is giving
this visiting team a shock.

Down 58-54
with 44 seconds to play.

End-to-end layup
to tie the game.

It's tied up 60-60.

All right! Good job!

Ridgeview crosses half court.

Five seconds.
Four seconds left to play.

Agnes puts it up.

And it's all net!

Ridgeview is going
to the state championship!

Good job! Come on.

I scored over
20 points in about seven minutes.

That was a tristate
record for almost seven years...

until some sophomore girl from this
school on the west side broke it.

Good for her.

Get in the car, bitches!

Where have y'all
knuckleheads been?

I ate too much
Goldfishes.

I think I'm gonna puke my guts.
Ew.

I went to Kelly's, then I went to the bar,

which I know you said
to never go to.

But... I found Cammie.
Yeah.

So I would say fine to
that to me, if I was you,

because we was waitin'
and waitin',

and then we started walkin',
and it was so cold--

Shut up!

Agnes, did you win your game today?
What game?

The basketball game!
Basketball game!

You had a game tonight,
and you didn't take me?

Who won?
We did, of course.

And hear me
when I tell you,

I scored 27 points in
the second half alone.

Oh, my gosh!

Let's celebrate. Yeah!
We have to celebrate.

Drive the long way home, and
then we can go through the park.

Nah. I got
a better idea.

We're fixin' to have ourselves
some dinner, children.

Howard Johnson's!

Yes! Howard Johnson's!

But first we gotta go to Dolly's
and cash these paychecks.

Dolly's?

Oh, no. Oh, no, Agnes.
Seriously.

Can I please wait
in the car or somethin'?

I'll die. I mean, I was already
there for, like, 800 hours today,

and I also think I ate
all of Dolly's cherries.

Yeah.

I raced the
sun home in the morning...

and the moon up at night.

There's just today,
and then there's tonight.

Is wonderful.

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