[Mumbling]
While the night is young
And the stars are out
And your eyes are all aglow
Excuse me, miss. Can you help me, please?
Flipper, why are you here?
- Drew, these are for you. - I don't want them.
- I need to talk. - I don't want to talk to you.
- All right. - Sorry.
- Not out here, please. In my office. - All right.
Look, baby, I know you're upset,
- But... - I guess I just wasn't light enough for you, was I?
You had to eventually go get yourself a white girl.
- What do you mean, eventually? - What I mean is...
you got a complex about color. You've always had it.
I never wanted to believe it. All the girls you ever dated...
have been light-skinned girls... you and Cyrus, both of you.
You don't know what type of women I dated before we got together.
- That's not the issue. - The issue is 'cause you're so black, you have a problem.
- That's insane! That's insane! - Yes. Yes!
I've told you what happened to me when I was growin' up.
I've explained to you. I've poured my heart out.
I told you how they called me high yellow, yellow bitch.
White honky, honky white; white nigger, nigger white;
Octoroon, quadroon, half-breed, mongrel! And what do you do?
- Do you love this girl? - Ohh! Oh, Drew.
- You've gotta be kidding me. - Do you love her?
- I love you. - Do you love her?
No, no, no!
No, I don't.
I'm so glad for you.
So glad.
'Cause don't you know white people hate black people...
'cause they're not black?
They can't relate.
Look, Drew, did your white father hate your black mother?
You talkin' about my family?
This is what i'm saying. Color's got you fucked up, too.
Maybe it has! Maybe it has!
Maybe that's why this hurts me so much. Can't you see that?
- I trusted you. - I...
- And I loved you. - And you still do.
Oh, please, don't tell me what I feel!
I don't. And I won't again.
Take your tired-ass roses and get the fuck out of my place of business.
Love can be so insecure
So please
Be sure
- Can you lend me Starbursts? - Some Now-And-Laters, too?
I'm gonna lend it to you? What am I, a library?
- Come on, get out. I told you I was closed. - Come on.
- Just 'cause I'm a nice guy... - Come on, Paulie.
- I seen that. - Come on, man.
- Get out. Out! - Hey, come on. You're a cheapskate.
I can't help it. It's my nature.
Ohhh!
- You want another egg cream? - [Angie] No.
Boy, it seems like forever since I seen ya.
Where ya been?
Oh, just... been doin' things.
- You want another egg cream? - No.
- Sure? - Yeah.
- Paulie, sit down. - All right.
We've been goin' out for a long time, Paulie.
Yeah.
Look...
I care about you too much to bullshit you.
But, uh, I need to get away from here as far as possible.
I just... I wanna get out of here.
I don't understand. You movin' or somethin'?
Oh.
Paulie...
please.
What is this about?
This is about something else.
- Is there anything else you wanna tell me? - It's not...
[Phone Ringing]
- Yeah? - [Lou] Is your watch broken?
- I know what time it is. - I haven't eaten for ten hours!
- I know you're hungry. - I'm starving, you dumb son-of-a-bitch.
- I know you haven't eaten since lunch. - What am I, on a diet?
All right. I'll be up in a bit.
Lou's hungry.
[Sobbing]
Open the door.
Paulie?
Let me in.
- No. - Paulie?
- I gotta pee. - No, you don't!
Leave me alone. You just want to get in here.
Paulie, I'm gonna pee in my pants.
Open the fuckin' door! I gotta take a leak!
- Promise? - Yeah, I promise.
What's the matter with you? What the hell are you doin'?
You lied! You said you had to take a leak.
Locking yourself in the john like a little girl!
All because of some skirt.
Not some skirt. It's Angie. She's a woman.
You call that a woman!
I was married to a real woman... your mother.
That was a woman!
- I wanted to marry Angie. - She did you a big favor.
Marriage to her would have been hell.
Besides, marriage to her is a joke.
People get married, divorced, married.
All they think marriage is for is humping.
- They don't know the duties. - What duties?
Wifely duties.
Those kind of women are rare.
Your mother and me, we had our wars.
She didn't talk to me for almost...
two years. Not...
Not a word.
Still, she scrubbed my back.
Never stopped doin' her duties.
That woman was there for me.
Till death do us part.
That... was a fuckin' marriage.
Sometimes when I'm alone, she says to me,
"Lou...
kiss me."
But I...
I try.
But I can't find her lips.
When was the last time
That they heard you say
Mother or Father
I love you
When was the last time That they heard you say
[Mike] A nigger! A nigger!
- A nigger! What kind of woman... - Daddy!
What kind of a woman are you? You fuck a black nigger?
I didn't raise you to be with no nigger! I'd rather you be a murderer...
- Jimmy! Charlie! - Or a child molester than fuck a black nigger!
- What's goin' on? What'd you do? - Get back!
- I'm telling ya to get back. - Don't do it!
- It's none of your fucking business. - [Yelling]
- You! Your mother's turning over in her grave. - Stop, Daddy!
This is how you scar your mother's memory?
I raised you to be a good Catholic girl. You're a disgrace!
- No! No! - You're a disgrace!
- Pop, what're you doin'? - Stop!
You're a disgrace to the Italians! You're a disgrace!
You could've gone out with a Jew or Irishman...
- but you picked a fucking nigger! - Calm down.
I wish your mother had lived and you had died.
- Let go of me! Get off me! - Calm down.
I'd rather stab myself in the heart with a knife...
than be the father of a nigger lover.
As far as I'm concerned...
Look at all you people. What the fuck you lookin' at?
Why don't you mind your goddamn business!
Knowing you didn't always show
- [Yelling] - Just how much you loved him so
These three words
- Hi, Frankie. - Sweet and simple
Why don't you come inside? Come on, let's go.
- Hey, Paulie. - Denise, just stay here.
- Okay. - I'll be back in ten minutes.
- Hey, Paulie. How ya doing, Paulie? - All right.
- Paulie, how's your father? - Okay.
Don't take too long, Vinny.
- I need an egg cream. - He's a nice kid.
[Vinny] Paulie, we know.
You know. We all know.
You're a jerk-off most of the time,
but I feel for you.
- A colored? - A spook?
- [Vinny] A spearchucker? - Jesus Christ, a fuckin' eggplant.
You know, Paulie, Jew girls do that all the time.
But I would have thought better of Angela.
She went to Catholic school for eight years.
- That's 16 years, you moron! - It's a fuckin' mystery.
- You gonna give her a beatin'? - Her father did that already.
I'm not talkin' about her father. I'm talkin' about you.
He ain't talkin' about Mike. He's talkin' about you.
See my girl, Denise. She knows better.
She got out of line one time, I stomped her in the midsection.
Morning, Paulie.
Good morning.
- How are ya? - Ah.
- Just okay? - The same.
All right. I'll see you later.
- Have a nice day. - You, too.
- Have a nice day. - Thank you.
Ooh, she's sweet, man. I'd fuck her.
- Definitely. - You'd fuck a mozzarella.
I'd fuck her. I'd fuck a nigger or spic in a second.
- Yeah... and the mozzarella. - I'd do it, too.
I wouldn't let anyone see us together. No way I'd walk...
down 18th Avenue with a black on my arm... no fuckin' way.
- Not even Paula Abdul? - Not even Paula Abdul.
- Abdul says she's not black. - Who's Paula Abdul?
She got big tits?
It's gotta stop somewhere. Next thing, a black guy...
will wanna pork Denise. They took over sports...
baseball, basketball, football, boxin'...
What do we got left? Hockey?
- Golf. - Golf! Come on, man.
They fuckin' elected Dinkins. Christ, when does it stop?
I don't need this shit from you guys today.
All you ever do is complain... complain.
When Dinkins won, the next day everybody was packin' up.
And where'd you go? Around the corner?
The first thing he does... appoints that black police commissioner.
- What's his name? - Lee Brown.
- Downtown Brown. - Did you vote?
- I didn't. I had to fix my car. - Patty, did you vote?
- No. I had to help my mom. - Veeshay?
- Yeah, I voted. - You didn't vote.
I did vote! Fuck you.
You're full of shit. Frankie Botz?
Sure, I voted... about six times.
I wrote Rudy, Rudy, Rudy.
I put a stamp on it. I don't know if they got it.
- Airmail. Fuckin' flew it in. - You're full of shit.
- Sonny, did you vote? - I went to PS 205.
They must've moved. What am I gonna do? Walk around all day?
You guys didn't even register to vote.
You never voted in your life. No wonder Giuliani lost.
What's the sense of voting? Look at Marion Barry,
smokin' crack with his girlfriend...
I mean, the mayor of D.C., the nation's capitol!
What does that have to do with David Dinkins?
- Two different people. - He's black!
There's Marion Barry and there's David Dinkins.
- Black on black. - David Dinkins, Marion Barry.
- Black on black. - He's talkin' of Dinkin Donuts.
One plus one is two... two different people.
They're both black! Read the Post.
- I sell the Post. - What about Central Park?
- Yeah, Salaam Baloney. - Guy writes a rap poem...
and says he innocent. He's not remorseful one bit.
What the fuck was that? "I'm a cool type of fellow, cool, calm, and mellow."
- Get the fuck out! - I'm not talking Central Park!
What are you talkin' about?
Let me ask you somethin'. Did you vote?
- Did I vote? Did I vote! - Yeah.
- Did you vote? - I voted.
- Who'd you vote for? - That's my business.
[Vinny] Your business, huh? You probably voted for Dinkins.
[Sonny] The guy who likes tennis.
- [Flipper] For what? - I don't want to talk about it.
[Angie] I don't want to go to the doctor.
- There may be a fracture. - No, no, no.
- No, no, no? - No, no, no.
[Flipper] You're a toughie, huh?
- So, what do you think? - What?
I mean, it's small and the rent is an arm and a leg.
That's to be expected.
I always wanted a Village apartment.
You did? Well, here it is.
- The humble residence of two outcasts. - H-Huh.
- You got that right. - Mmm.
[Giggling]
[Knocking]
- Who's that? - I don't hear shit.
Did you tell anybody we were here?
- Give out your address? - I didn't give out my address.
Go away. Nobody lives here yet.
- Stay right there. - Mmm.
- All right! - Tell them we don't want any.
All right.
- Yeah? - I'm here to see my younger brother.
I'm his older brother, Gator.
- Hey! - Hi.
- Angela. - Nice to meet ya.
- Come on in. - Thanks.
- How ya doin'? - Pretty good.
- Flipper? - Yeah?
It's your brother.
My brother?
- Hey! - Hey.
- I'm gonna go unpack. - All right.
What the fuck are you doin' here?
How'd you find this address? Cyrus give it to you?
- She's white! - No shit! Yeah, she's white.
She got any money... real long money?
No, she doesn't have any money.
- She's a temp. - A secretary?
You mean to say my brother got him an ofay...
- who ain't got no mo-nay? - Shh.
What about Drew? Ming?
It's complex, man.
You see me, myself, personally...
I would have opted for some money and shit.
You know what I'm sayin'?
But I gots to give you some dap.
She looks good!
Most brothers with white bitches,
9 out of 10 they don't never have 'em no Penthouse Pet.
Most brothers be havin' an outhouse pet...
a dog with flies, fleas...
but that don't work for the white boy, see.
If a sister's on his arm, I guarantee you...
she be slammin'. Boom! Pow!
All right. What is it that you want?
You sure she ain't got no money?
She could be frontin', know what I'm sayin'?
Perpetratin' on the green.
- She's Jewish, right? - She's Italian.
Ohhh, shit!
Wha...
You always had to do things the hard way.
Lookee here. I'm a little light, so...
how' bout a loan?
Hmph! Help me.
[Humming]
You didn't get your check from "Soul Train" yet?
- Don lost my address. - Uh.
- Come on, hit me. - No, no.
- Put some cash in my hand. - Don't let the door...
- hit you where God split your back. - Man, gimme some money.
- Get out. - Don't do me like this here.
I'm not giving you anything.
- Gator, no. - Let me go in and ask the bitch.
No, no. Don't call her a bitch.
- She's not a bitch. - I didn't mean that.
Apologize and get the fuck out.
You okay?
[Sighs]
I should go and see my little girl.
- Daddy! - Hey!
Come here.
Ahhh! That's a girl.
Look what I've got for you.
She's beautiful.
Yes, she is.
Daddy, Mommy takes me the wrong way to school every day.
- She does? - Yeah.
Ming-a-ling, there's more than one way to go to school.
I still like our way, Daddy.
I miss you and Mommy making funny noises in the morning.
That's your mother. She's the loud one. Wakes up all of Harlem.
It doesn't bother me. I wish you and Mommy...
were back together making those funny noises.
You coming home?
- Uh, go ask your mother. - I did.
She told me to ask you.
- Your father says to go ask your mother. - I just did.
Yo, Daddy. I'll suck your dick good for $5.00.
- You what? - $5.00... I'll suck your dick.
- Get off me! - $5.00!
- Get away from me! - All right, $3.00. Motherfucker!
- Fuck you! - [Screeching]
Watch where you're goin', man.
- You listen to me. - Ahh.
If I ever see you usin' drugs, I'll kill you. Understand?
I didn't do anything!
My dear, are you a Catholic?
Umm... I went to Catholic school my whole life,
- so I guess I am by now. - Umm.
In this house, we are Baptists.
Yes, the good reverend doctor was the head of his own flock,
the Hard Rock Baptist Church.
The devil and his cohorts conspired to oust me from my congregation.
Now, Daddy, you know...
the devil ain't had nothin' to do with it.
It was you... you and your stubbornness. That's all.
"For it must needs be that offenses come into the world;
but woe unto him by whom the offense cometh."
I recognize the devil's handiwork when I see it.
- That's good. - Please,
let's not argue at the dinner table.
Flipper, have you met Angie's folks?
Not as of yet.
Well, my mother passed away and my father, he's, uh...
he's asked me to leave.
- I'm sorry. - That's all right.
I just don't think we'll be having dinner there soon.
Has Flipper told you about his loving wife and daughter?
Yes, he has.
Um, excuse me.
[Reverend] You think I don't understand about the white woman...
committing black adultery, but I do.
Now, Daddy, no sermons, please.
There was a lot of lynchings in Willicoochee, Georgia...
where I come from when I was a boy.
Willicoochee, Georgia! What a name!
Willicoochee.
White man say to his woman: "Baby, you are the flower...
"of white Southern womanhood, too holy and pure...
"to be touched by any man, including me.
"I'm gonna put you up on a pedestal...
"so the whole world will fall down and worship you.
"And if any nigger so much as look at you,
I'll lynch his ass."
She believed him, thought she really was...
holy and pure, like the Virgin Mary.
She let him put her up on that pedestal.
Meanwhile, the husband, no sooner than the sun went down...
down to the slave quarters grabbin' up every piece...
of black poontang he could lay his hands on,
then running to the gin mill to brag about it.
And that's how our blood got diluted...
mulattoes, quadroons,
octoroons.
I'm sure that most of those high and mighty white ladies...
felt abandoned.
But they were so proud to be white, and therefore superior,
they kept their mouths shut and their legs locked tight.
But in the midnight hour,
layin' there, alone,
on the hot bed of lust,
I'm sure they must've thought what it would be like...
to have one of them big, black bucks...
their husbands were so desperately afraid of.
I feel sorry for you. Here it is the nineties,
still tryin' to make up for what you missed out on.
But I don't blame you.
As for the black man...
like my own son, Flipper, who ought to know better...
got a loving wife and daughter...
still got to fish in the white man's cesspool,
I have nothing but contempt.
Excuse me.
I don't eat with whoremongers.
But you knew she was comin'.
That's all right, Mama. That's all right.
Angie, we're leavin'.
Let's go.
Mama, I'm sorry.
But you invited them.
Great. One good thing that's happened all night...
a parking space.
Comin' out?
[Sighs]
- Mmm. - Ohhh!
- Uh! Pow. Hey, hey! - Don't mess with me.
I got two rough brothers.
- Who do you think taught Mike Tyson? - Yeah.
- Gus D'Amato. - Gus D'Amato?
- But when he died, I taught him everything he knows. - Oh yeah?
- You wouldn't hit me with glasses, would you? - I would.
All those good Italian boxers there are.
Graciano, Marciano.
- Come on. La Motta. - La Motta!
[Grunting]
How's that? What about Muhammad Ali?
- I hate Ali. - What?
Ali was a Muslim and he preached hate on the white people.
I'll kill you, you ever talk about Ali.
- You're a witch. - Get off!
I'll never stand for nobody to talk about Muhammad Ali.
That's you... a heretic witch!
- Okay, game over. - [Laughing]
Game over. Gimme my glasses.
- Say please. - I'm not gonna say please.
- That's not gonna stop me from being angry. Just... - [Sirens]
Get your hands up! Put 'em up.
- Put 'em up. - Get your hands up!
- Get your hands up. - Back away.
Get your hands up... now! Move!
- What'd I do? - Against the wall!
- You all right, ma'am? - I'm all right. Let go of me.
- That's my boyfriend. What are you doing? - Get back.
I'm not her boyfriend. We're just lovers... just friends.
- This must be some kind of mistake. - Angie, shut up.
She doesn't know what she's talkin' about.
- He wasn't trying to rape you? - No!
- I didn't do anything. - Take the gun from his head.
- Talk to me. What? - It's just a big misunderstanding.
- That's all. - Slow. Turn around.
- I was just makin' sure she got home safe. - All right.
- Sorry about that. - No harm, no foul.
We got a call that an Afro-American male...
was attacking a Caucasian woman.
You all right, man? Just a little excitement.
No problem. What? Give me a reason, man!
- Don't you dare try it! - Better luck next time.
- Excuse the intrusion. - Are you crazy?
[Angie] I'll have your badge. I'll bring you up on charges!
- Shut up. Shut up. - I'm gonna report this.
What's the matter with you, telling 'em we're lovers!
- You tryin' to get me killed. - It's none of their business.
What a waste!
What the fuck am I doin' here?
- Let's go. - Don't touch me.
No, no. Don't touch me.
- Let's go. - Please.
- Morning, Paulie. - Morning.
- How are you today? - Good.
See ya later. Bye.
Excuse me please Your Majesty
I chanced it small but nervously
- Orin? - Yeah.
- Can I ask you a question? - Yeah.
- Did you fill out that application? - Not yet.
- Paulie! - I'm gonna get to it.
Listen I... I...
Do you think you could be attracted to a white boy?
A white boy.
Could this white boy be Paulie Carbone?
Possibly. Yeah.
I don't know. Maybe. I'd have to think about it.
Why don't you think about it?
Okay. But can I be honest with you?
I have never thought of you in that way.
- I'm sorry. - I like you.
You're serious. Why? Why me?
You really wanna know?
- You wanna know? - Yeah, I wanna know.
You're intelligent and I find you very...
very attractive.
Thank you. That's nice. It's sweet.
But I got to get to work. I have a class later.
I gotta go. Bye.
Remember, think about it on the way to the subway.
Yeah, right.
You see this shit? I don't believe it.
[Sonny] Don't get too long. You'll burn your brain out.
- I don't know why you're trying to rap Miss Goody. - Goode.
Goode, whatever. Doesn't even talk to us.
- Who does she think she is? - Orin talks...
to whoever talks to her.
She said good morning to me one time.
Paulie, did you fuck her?
Did you fuck her? You know, colored women...
- they like to fuck. - Oh yeah?
They're built that way. You put a saddle on them,
you ride them into the sunset. I'm telling you, they love it.
- How do you know? - He asked his mother.
What the fuck's that supposed to mean?
My mother's not black. She's just dark.
- There are dark Italians. - Come on. Basta.
- I'm as white as anybody here. - Okay, Frankie. Relax.
- We're just busting your balls. - My brother ain't no crackhead.
- Hey, Frankie! - Tony's on methadone.
- Fuckin' drug addict. - He's a recovering addict...
- On methadone. Fuck you. - Fuck me? Fuck you!
Don't talk about my brother that way.
- Your brother's a fucking thief. He stole a radio out of my car. - Come on.
- How do you know? - How do I know!
He tried to sell it back to me.
You're full of shit. Nobody listens to you anyway.
- Full of shit? Ask Sonny. - Fuck Sonny.
- I'm gonna wring your neck. - I'll wring your neck.
[Loud Arguing]
Hey, hey, hey!
[Yelling]
Go get a job or do something else somewhere else.
[Vinny] Leave me alone. Give me room here.
You don't even have the fucking balls...
to get a piece of that big black ass.
You don't got the pallinis.
- What? - You don't have the balls.
- Says who? - Says who? Says all of us!
- I only hear you. - I'm in charge here... right?
- Whatever you say. - We're friends, all right?
Friends... no such thing. Either you're doin' it...
or you're not doin' it. And you're not doin' it!
You're jealous because she speaks to me every morning.
- We're dyin' of envy here, Paulie. - Hey!
Seen Angie lately?
[Patty] You miss her, right?
[Veeshay] I heard she's livin' in Harlem. I saw her buyin' a kanga.
[Patty] Hear she got a pair of unlaced Jordans, too.
[Sonny] You got a big mouth. Shut your mouth!
- I'm not... - Don't you laugh.
- Eat your fuckin' cake. - Get outta here.
[Sonny] I'll bury you, you fuck.
Okay, Mama. It's all right.
I don't know what's wrong with Gator!
I've prayed so much for that boy. He's gonna give me a heart condition.
- What did he do now? - Gator left...
before you got here. Come over wantin' to borrow the color TV.
- For what? - Said he wanted to watch the Mets... see Gooden pitch.
I told him he couldn't watch the game here because...
the reverend would be back and would raise holy hell if he saw him in this house.
- What happened then? - He got mad,
unplugged the TV, picked it up, and walked on out of here.
Said he'd bring it back after the game.
Look, Mama. Listen.
Just listen.
[Sighs]
Mama, you can forget about the TV.
You should also forget about Gator.
In the end, he's only gonna break your heart.
Hush your foolishness.
The good Lord knows I raised you two the best I know how.
Gator is your oldest brother, me and your father's first child.
- Your first child is a crackhead. - Don't say that!
- It's the truth. - You mustn't say that about your brother.
- Look, Mama... - He is not a crackhead.
It's not your fault, not my fault,
not the good reverend doctor's fault; and it ain't got nothin' to do with the devil.
Find him and get the TV back before your father comes home.
Mama, please listen to me. Forget about the TV.
I don't want to hear any back talk... not another word!
Do as I say. Find your brother...
- and get the good reverend's TV back. - Okay.
All right. All right.
Love ya a heap.
Acknowledge the Lord...
He will direct thy path.
Our Father, which art in heaven,
hallowed be Thy name.
A boy is born in Hard Time, Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong moving in the right direction
Livin' just enough Just enough
For the city
- What's up, man? - What's up?
- You seen Gator? - I haven't seen him, man.
- He hasn't passed by here? - Not that I know of. If I see him...
I'll let him know you're looking for him.
All right. Peace, man.
And you best believe she hardly gets a penny
Yo, can you hook me with some money, man?
I know you hear me.
This fuckin' money's short. I want my fuckin' money!
Yeah! I'm gonna go over to Brooklyn and kill you!
Red is down! How many you want?
Red is down!
Come on, baby, how many you want? Red is down, Red is down.
Red is down. How many you want?
- Livin' Large. - My man! What up? How you been?
This brother's a architect!
I want you to build me one of those penthouse joints.
Shit is gettin' real good.
- It's like gravy. - Look, Livin' Large, I'm lookin' for Gator.
- Now I'm the Missin' Person's Bureau. - People just say...
- you know where he is. - Yeah, people got some big motherfuckin' mouths!
Fuck it. I know just where he's at.
Yo, what's the name of that basin' joint?
- Taj Mahal. - The Taj Mahal? That's the name?
That's where's he's at, the Taj Mahal.
- What's the Taj Mahal? - The Taj Mahal is...
It's like the Trump Towers for crackheads around here.
That's where your brother's at. He's a basin' thief, I'm sorry.
- Where's it at? - Up on 145th and Convent.
- Thank you. - Hey, whatever.
Livin' just enough
Just enough for the city
Livin' just enough
Livin' for the city
Just enough for the city
For the city Yeah, yeah, yeah
Livin' just enough
Just enough
Livin' just enough
Stop givin' just enough
Livin' just enough
I'm sorry.
Gator!
You crazy or something? I'll kill you.
I'm sorry.
- What the fuck is wrong with you? - Fuck you.
- I got the shit! Well, light it then! - Come on, Viv.
- Gator. - [Chuckle] Hey!
Welcome to the Taj Mahal, eighth wonder of the world.
Mama wants to know where the TV is.
Mets lost! They're sorry motherfuckers. Half can't play as good as Mama.
Where is the TV, Gator?
Where do you think the motherfuckin' color TV is?
It's right here! Me and Viv smokin' the fuckin' TV.
Sony... no baloney. [Chuckle]
- Motherfucker, don't... - Hey, hey, hey!
- Come on, Viv. Calm down, baby. - Don't be touchin' me!
- It's all right. Come on! - Shit!
- That fuckhead's shittin' with my shit! - Look, look here.
Mama is cryin' her eyes out over your sorry black ass!
Look, I like gettin' high.
Why you think I got a room here at the Taj Mahal?
I'm a junkie, a crackhead.
Just tell Mama her older son is a crackhead.
Fine, that's it. We're cuttin' you off, Gator.
Don't come by the good reverend doctor's house.
Don't ever ask me for shit!
If you want to go out like this, fine, do it with your crack ho.
Crack ho, crack ho! Eat me, motherfucker!
Fuck you!
[Viv] Take your box-head ass on outta here, motherfucker!
[Gator] Get the fuck downtown with your Mickey Mouse ass...
and that spaghetti-cookin' bitch of yours!
[Flipper] Leave me alone.
All you crackheads! I'll shoot you.
[Flipper] Crapshoot for crackheads!
Give it to me! Goddamn it, give it to me!
Pull this motherfuckin' shit out of your pocket!
- Fuck! Get off me! - Where the fuck you get this from?
I've been suckin' dicks for your ass...
and you got this shit in your pocket.
Gimme all this goddamn shit!
You and your brother can kiss my fuckin' yellow ass!
Where's my lighter, man? Fuck you!
Fuck all y'all!
Motherfucker.
Come on, shit, bring your sorry ass over here.
Here! Motherfucker.
So, where we goin'?
We gonna be together?
We're together now.
I don't know.
You don't know. Who the fuck knows?
- Is that the way it is? - That's the way it is.
What about children?
No, no. That's not gonna happen.
I'm sayin'... if we work it out.
No children.
No, no, no. No babies.
Besides, I gotta be married to have children.
Or have you forgotten that I already am married?
With a child.
No. No half-black, half-white babies for me.
No!
Aren't Drew and Vera mulattoes?
Their skin is lighter than mine.
No octoroon, quadroon, mulatto... babies.
No!
Don't you have a daughter who's got white blood?
Yeah, so what?
At least in my eyes, Drew and Ming are black.
They look black, act black, so they are black!
It's hard enough just being black out here.
A lot of times the mixed kids...
they come out all mixed-up, a bunch of mixed nuts.
You're not that much different than my family.
Your family is racist!
What is this stuff you're talking now?
Angie?
Angie!
I'll be damned.
Ain't that some shit.
Would you like me to tell you what happened?
I still care about you, Paulie.
How do you feel?
How do you expect me to feel?
I don't feel the same.
Angie, I gotta go.
Nice to see you back in the neighborhood.
Okay.
Out?
Out where?
Out on a date.
Ahh. A date.
Who with?
Orin Goode.
She's...
She's black.
Yeah. Right. So what?
You don't bring no brown sugar home to this house!
If your mother was alive,
she'd turn over in her grave!
Papa, I'm going out.
You are not going out.
- I'm going out. - I'll kick your balls through your throat!
Pop, I got no life, you understand?
Everything I do is for you!
Paulie, do this. Paulie, do that.
Paulie, wash my back. Paulie, what's for dinner?
I'm not your fuckin' wife!
I'm your son!
You had your life! I want a life, man! You had yours!
You...
You hate me.
Yeah.
You hate your own father.
I don't hate you.
I'd like to kill you, but I don't hate you.
You are not my son!
You bastard. [Crying]
Fuckin'...
- You are not my son! - Lou! - Damn!
[Lou] You bastard! You are not my son.
- What's the matter? - Where you goin', Paulie?
- You burn your supper? - Paulie, who's the lucky girl?
You look pretty tonight, Paulie.
You goin' out with that fuckin' nigger?
You think you're better than me, Paulie?
You're a fuckin' disgrace.
Asshole, you're no better than me.
Where's your books, Paulie, huh?
Fuckin' piece of shit, Paulie.
[Paulie] Aaah! Aaah!
- Hi, Orin. - Paulie, good God, what happened to you?
- I fell over some garbage. - Come on in.
You look terrible.
Hi.
Angie, I don't think there's anything left to talk about.
I give up.
- It's not worth it. - I know.
I mean, this... it's not worth it.
I don't love you.
And I doubt seriously if you've ever loved me.
Don't tell me what I felt or didn't feel.
Look, Angie,
this "Love will overcome everything" is in Walt Disney films.
I've always hated Disney films.
I didn't come here to talk about "Snow White."
You got with me to spite your family...
'cause you were curious about black.
Is that what you think it was?
Yeah, I do.
And I was curious about white.
Okay, look, I just came to say...
I hope everything works out with your wife.
Yeah.
Angie, hold on a second.
- You gonna be all right? - Yeah.
Well, I'm moving out of here in the morning.
You can have it if you want.
That's okay.
Okay.
[Doorbell]
[Gator] There he is. Going to walk that goddamn barkin' rat of his.
Hurry up, old man. Just keep walkin', keep walkin'.
Here we go. Showtime!
[Doorbell]
- Gator! What do you want? - I need to see you.
- The good reverend doctor isn't here. - I know.
That's why I need to see you now.
Well, hurry up! Come on!
Hey, pretty lady, remember me?
Say whatever you have to say and go before your father comes back.
What's the matter? Don't you like my dancing anymore?
- You usually offer to cook me something to eat. - I ain't playin' with you.
Say what you got to say and then go!
If it's money you want, forget it!
Mama, I need money! I'm sick!
In order for me to get right, I need money!
You'd feel better if you had a bath!
The devil's got you.
- 75 cents! What the hell am I gonna do with 75 cents? - Gator!
Goddamn coupons!
- I save a lot of money using them coupons. - I need some money!
I know you got money in here somewhere!
What happened to that $100 I gave you last time and the time before?
Fuckin' mon... Mama, give me some money!
Don't you raise your voice at me! I'm still your mother.
- As God is my witness, this is my last time. - [Crying]
I swear 'fore God and four more white people,
- this is the very last time. I swear! - Lies, lies!
You're out of your mind. I'm not giving you a red cent.
And what happened to your father's color TV?
Mama, I smoked the TV.
Lord have mercy on your twisted soul.
I ain't goin' nowhere till you give me some money!
- I don't have any money! - What about some jewelry?
These pearls aren't real. This is costume jewelry.
- Well, gimme something! - Just leave, boy!
Go before your father gets back in this house.
- I know there's some money here somewhere. - You won't find nothing.
Just stop!
Let go of your mother's pocket book!
Get away, Mama. I need some money! I'm sick!
If you're sick, why don't you go someplace and lie down?
What is all this shit? Where is the money?
- Why are you treating me like this? - You won't find money in that pocket book.
I haven't got any money, not the kind you lookin' for.
$20? Is that all the money you got?
Oh, my God!
- $20 ain't shit! - For the love of Jesus, go!
Boy, didn't I tell you never to set foot in my house again?
Where's the money? Why you hidin' it?
- Have you lost your natural mind as well as your soul? - Let him leave.
- Didn't I tell you never to darken my door again? - Gator's leaving.
- I ain't going nowhere. - All right, all right.
I'll put you out.
See, Mama? If you gave me the money, I'd be gone before he came back.
- Now give me some money. - If I had money, I'd give it to you.
- You've got money. Give it to me. - Take anything in this house.
- You can sell it. - You got more money than this $20!
- See this? You can sell it. - I don't want that shit!
My own flesh and blood, my firstborn son, and I love you.
But you're evil and you're better off dead!
All right, all right! I'm leavin'.
I'm leavin'!
Take it. Sell it.
The devil's work is never done. The devil's always busy.
Mama, check out this new step.
I made this one up just for you.
I paid a lot for these. Take 'em!
Sell it, sell it!
Take these and sell it, boy.
For God's sake, Gator, please go.
I'll pray for you, my son.
Father, I stretch my hands to Thee.
Aaah!
- Oh, God! - Help me.
- It hurts! Aaah! - My baby.
- No! No! - Make it stop.
Oh, God, no!
My baby.
My darling boy.
My firstborn. No! Not my firstborn!
Mommy's here.
Mommy's here!
No other help I know.
- If Thou withdraw Thyself from me... - Mommy's here!
Ah, whither shall I go?
Mommy's here.
It won't hurt.
[Crying]
You better go now. Just leave.
Ming.
Come on, wake up, you faker.
Daddy, I heard you and Mommy.
Are you moving back in with us?
No, not today, baby.
- Maybe in the future. - When is the future?
Soon.
Daddy, can you walk me to school today?
Yo, Daddy, I'll suck your big black dick for $2.
No!
["Feeding Off The Love Of The Land" Stevie Wonder]