Tales from the Hood (1995) Movie Script

♪ Fresh on the scene

only 14

♪ Surrounded by guns,

searchin' for the dream

♪ Fool, what you mean?

You sure know my green

♪ I'm about to get hot

so, nigga, come clean

♪ I'm a young cabby seller...

Pete. This is it, loco.

Hey, man, fuck this, man.

I ain't with this shit.

- Y'all can have this.

- What?

I just ain't into this

dead people shit, all right?

Shit, man.

That place does look evil as hell.

Look, man, both of y'all

need to shut the fuck up, all right?

We doin' this shit

cos this here's business, man.

Besides, dead people ain't who

you all need to be worried about anyway.

Li'l Moe who the fuck

y'all need to be worried about.

Now the sooner we get the shit,

the sooner we raise up out

this motherfucker, man.

Pass the bud,

you little bitch.

Let's roll, man.

Hey, man, uh, maybe I need...

I need to stay out here, all right?

Watch y'all back and shit,

in case somethin' funny go down.

Wait a minute, man.

You got your gat, man?

Yeah, I got my shit.

Well, if a dead motherfucker

come fuckin' with you,

you kill his arse,

you understand me?

Yo, hold up. Hold-hold-hold...

Hold up, Bulldog.

How I'm supposed to kill somethin'

that's already dead, man?

- What?

- Yeah.

How I'm supposed to kill somethin'

that's already dead?

That's like killin'

some shit twice, man.

Yeah, like some

refried beans and some shit.

Man, I never

understood that, man.

Why the fuck you gonna

refry some beans, man?

Why not just fry that shit right

the first time and get out?

Look, will both of y'all

shut the fuck up, all right?

Let's just take care of this business

and move on, man.

Shit!

Fuck this dead people shit!

There ain't shit up in here

to be scared of.

You understand me?

- Damn!

- What the fuck is goin'...

I've been waiting

for you boys.

I have some iodine

in the lab.

Hey, man, I don't need nothin'

from no house of dead folks, OK?

- Besides, I ain't no baby.

- Of course you're not.

Sho' looked like one

when that door swung open.

Nigga, what's up, man?

Come on, come on.

Partner, we got no time for this.

Let's just take care of this business

and move on, man.

- Now where's the shit?

- The shit?

The shit.

The shit that you found.

Oh.

The drugs.

I found a whole stack of them

in the alley.

So where they at?

- You got the money?

- Yeah, we got the money, old man.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You get it when we get the shit.

The shit.

The shit. The drugs.

You get the drugs,

then I get the money. OK.

Hell, this is all new to me.

I'm not a drug dealer.

I'm a mortician.

The only drugs I know about

are those that have to do

with the deceased.

Yo, man, what kind of drugs

do dead people be needin'?

All kinds.

We shoot them real good

with embalming fluid, mainly.

You know, it keeps them from...

...smelling...

and decomposing

before the service.

Cool.

Hey, so what happened to him?

Oh, they say

he went crazy.

Death... it comes

in many strange packages.

Hey, man, I don't need

to be hearin' this, man.

Man, kill that noise, man.

Let's just get the shit.

Don't worry.

You'll get the shit.

You'll be knee-deep...

in the shit.

I've got it hid.

There's so much,

I couldn't even lift it all myself.

I'll tell you about... old Clarence

here along the way.

Unless, of course, you're scared.

Hmm?

They say...

he was hearing voices.

Voices calling his name.

Voices from the dead.

Calling, "Clarence."

"Clarence."

Clarence.

Now, Clarence, now, this here

is a real quiet neighbourhood.

But that doesn't mean

that you can take a break.

Cos the second

you slack off... boom!

- That's just when the shit hits the fan.

- Got it. Stay alert at all times.

That's right.

Now let's go up

and check out this out-of-place.

You're gonna lose your badges over this.

You had no reason to pull me over.

You had a fuckin' taillight out.

Shut up and spread

your goddamn legs.

You're not takin'

any more cops' badges.

They keep sellin' drugs in my community,

I'll keep takin' 'em down.

You can bet on it.

Yeah, well, we'll see about that.

Hey, what we got, fellas?

No, no, no. Rookie, rookie.

He'll get it. Just back off.

- Go on away.

- It's all right.

Go run a check on his license plate,

see if the car's stolen.

It's OK.

- Go on.

- We got it.

Spread 'em.

Now, let me

ask you something, huh?

Are you getting off on destroying

good cops' lives, hmm?

You big-mouthed,

goddamn son of a bitch.

I've got nothing

against good cops.

You what?

I said, I've got nothing

against good cops,

but I will see low-life scum like you

run out of the department.

You shut the fuck up,

cocksucker!

Shit!

♪ Southern trees...

Bro, you fucked up

big time!

♪ Bear a strange fruit...

Let me have some of this.

Look at me!

♪ Blood on the leaves...

- Newton, you want in?

- Yeah, let me teach him a thing or two.

♪ And blood at the root

♪ Black bodies swingin'...

You there? You inside?

Huh? Are you there?

♪ In the Southern breeze... ♪

'And I promise you,

'we won't stop until we get every single

crooked cop in this city!'

Oh, my God!

Martin Moorehouse!

'Neither drugs

nor pretenders of the law

'will be allowed to drain the life

of this community!'

- Hey!

- Son of a bitch.

Hey! Hey! What the hell

are you guys doing?

- Strom. That's enough, Strom!

- Stop him! Stop him!

- Strom, not in front of the rookie!

- Stop it!

This man is Martin Moorehouse!

I can't believe

I didn't recognise him. Fuck.

What the hell's wrong with you?

What the hell is wrong with you?

- Back off!

- Fuck off!

This is no time to be fighting!

We've got to get

this guy to a hospital!

That's right. We got to get him

to a hospital. Now, let's do it, huh?

- Come on.

- God!

You hear? What?

You want some of me?

You're out of line!

You get your arse

out of here.

We'll take care of it.

Get out of here!

Smith, you get back

to the unit!

- Get out of here.

- Finish our damn patrol!

Son of a bitch.

Strom, you know

what you have to do.

Damn it! We... we need to report

those arseholes, Newton!

You listen to me!

And you listen good.

Those "arseholes"

are cops.

Who the fuck are you

to judge 'em?

Shit, man,

you got a green dick.

Those two guys have been risking

their arses on the street for years.

You see, the fucker

went for Strom's gun.

Bullshit.

Oh, now, maybe those two guys

went too far tonight.

Maybe... it was all a mistake.

But next time,

it could be you.

So, you know,

you don't ever roll over,

and you never...

rat out a fellow officer,

and you never, never...

break the code.

Knock, knock.

We're here.

- The hospital?

- Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Come on, boy.

We'll get you all fixed up.

Hell of a hospital.

Wanna have

a little party, hmm?

You see, you were right

about one thing.

The cops are dealing drugs

in the sixth precinct.

But you're never gonna tell

about it, are you?

- Think it's enough?

- Just put him in the trunk.

Clarence!

Bring them to me.

♪ Southern trees

♪ Bear a strange fruit

♪ Blood on the leaves

♪ And blood at the root

♪ Black bodies swingin'...

Bring them to me.

♪ In the Southern breeze...

Clarence, bring them to me.

Bring them to me.

I will.

Welcome, Officers.

For a minute, I thought

you weren't gonna show.

- Damn, he looks like fly-covered shit.

- Say what?

You look like fly-covered shit

there, Clarence.

Haven't seen you in a long time,

Clarence. I've missed you, pal.

You had the number. You should

have reached out and touched a brother.

You could have told him how to reach out

and touch a brother, couldn't you, Strom?

Now, Clarence...

Clarence Smith.

Come on. Come on.

Come on down

from the grave.

Now, let me ask you this, son.

What the fuck you

call us out here for, huh?

- A celebration.

- No, no, no. Answer me, boy!

What did you call us

out here for?

- To celebrate!

- What are we celebratin' tonight?

Anniversary.

Our anniversary.

You remember, don't you?

One year ago today,

I fell for your bullshit.

You know, I actually believed

that Strom and Billy

were gonna take Moorehouse

to the hospital.

Shut the fuck up!

You don't get it, do you?

We tried to take him,

and he didn't want to go.

You understand?

He didn't want to go.

Just cut the shit, Strom!

- Shut the fuck up, boy.

- Cut the shit!

- Shut the fuck up!

- Cut the shit!

That story never did

make any sense. Just save it.

Save it for who?

Hey, Clarence,

if we go down, you go down.

Yeah, that's right, Clarence.

You go down.

You guys killed a good man,

and you ruined his name!

I should have turned you in

instead of just quitting the force.

- You quit because you're a pussy.

- You're a goddamn pussy.

So I thought the least we could do

is pay our respects.

What do you mean,

pay respects?

Pay Martin Moorehouse

a little visit.

Or are you too much of a pussy

to visit him?

Fuckin' fruitcake.

How are we supposed

to visit a dead guy?

Are you saying you want us to go out

to Moorehouse's grave with you?

- That's exactly what I'm saying.

- Excuse me. Excuse me.

Huh? Fuck you.

If we go, will that be the end of it?

You'll be satisfied?

I'll be totally satisfied.

Well, in that case,

I don't think there's a problem.

- I've got no problem.

- You guys agree?

- Follow me, fellas.

- Lead the way.

Let's go.

- Hey, what the fuck are we doin'?

- Clarence won't be makin' it back.

How much further, Clarence?

Martin is right here.

This grave.

I brought them.

Are you happy?

Shit.

You expect us to believe

you're talking to this dead fucker?

Quite frankly,

I don't know what to expect.

My orders were

to get you out here.

I'm good at that, you know?

Following orders.

- It's just an electrical storm.

- Jesus!

What the hell? All of a sudden

we're supposed to be scared to death?

- Is that it, huh?

- Don't know, Strom. Should you be?

You know what?

You piss me off. You know that.

I'm gonna be the first to volunteer.

You're not gonna...

You know what I'm gonna do? Huh?

You know what I'm gonna do, boy?

Get out of my way.

I'm gonna piss on...

I'm gonna piss on his grave.

Oh!

Way to go, Strom.

That's... that's pretty cool.

You know what?

Kind of dry here.

Billy, why don't you come on over here

and piss with me?

You know,

I don't need to go, man.

I took a piss right

before we came out here.

Did you hear what I said?

- I don't need to.

- I said go piss on it.

For Christ's sake, Strom,

leave him alone.

It's OK, man.

Piss.

This would be as good a place as any

to bleed the old lizard, I guess.

Come on.

Say good night.

Come on, now.

Shouldn't

have done that, man.

What the hell have you done?

- Strom!

- Holy shit!

Christ! No!

- Oh, God! No!

- Where did he go?

- Oh, God.

- Where the fuck did he go?

Get out of the way!

Stop shooting, goddamn it!

There's nothin' there! He's gone!

Damn it, man.

This is no time to panic!

Well, when the fuck

do we start to panic?

- Holy shit!

- Jesus!

Oh, no, please!

Oh, my God.

Billy!

What the fuck?

Look at the fucker!

No! Shit!

Shit! Now's a good time to panic!

- Shit! Come on!

- Get the hell out of here!

Come on, man!

Get in the car!

Punch it!

Come on! Now! Fuck!

- I'm trying, goddamn it!

- Punch the goddamn thing!

Go!

Goddamn it!

Get out of here!

- He's still there!

- How far back?

- Jesus Christ! He's right behind us.

- How far back?

- Oh, God! Look out!

- Get him off! Get him off!

Get him off!

What are you doing? Huh?

What are you gonna...

- Unit 187!

- What are you gonna tell 'em?

That the body of a citizen we murdered

has come back to kill us?

Use your fuckin' head for once!

Besides, he's gone, man!

Bullshit! Bullshit!

Bullshit!

What's happening?

- Jesus! Where the hell is he?

- I don't fuckin' know, man.

Strom!

Oh, God!

Now you.

Oh, no!

No. No.

No. No, you're dead!

You're dead!

You're dead.

Motherfucker!

Beat it!

Did you see him?

You see him?

I killed him!

Yeah. I killed...

I killed him!

I killed him.

Yeah.

Oh, help!

No!

Welcome... to my world.

Are you satisfied now, brother?

Where were you

when I needed you, brother?

- So what's the story with this guy?

- Homicidal maniac.

Cop killer.

Three in one night.

And trip this...

he used to be a cop.

Wow! Man, you just

never know, do you?

Yes, sir, crazy as a loon.

Talk about some

insane-in-the-membrane type of shit.

Shut up, man. Them pigs got

what they deserved, homeboy.

No, man.

All that shit he talkin' about, man,

it can't be for real.

Sometimes reality

is just a matter of perception.

What the fuck now?

Reality... perception,

a cornucopia of clashing,

divergent ideas.

This is crazy, man.

- Come on, man.

- Man.

Man, what type of shit?

What the fuck

happened to him?

Hey, c-can we just

get our shit and go?

Oh, no.

You're going to want

to hear about this one.

It's a classic case

of what is and isn't real...

...in the mind of a boy

named Walter.

Perception... reality.

Walter.

All right, everybody,

take your seats.

OK, we have a new student

joining us today.

I want you all

to say hello to Walter.

Hello, Walter.

- Go on and do something, punk.

- Yeah, we don't like punks!

- I'm not a punk!

- "I'm not a punk!"

- Who you shoving, bitch?

- Ow!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Hey, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa!

Everybody go back to their class.

Aw, man!

What's the problem?

You must really like detention, huh, Ty?

Come on.

Here, honey.

Hold this up to your head.

So, uh, how's the little warrior doin'?

He's got a thick head.

I am worried about that, though.

Did Tyrone hit you

in the eye?

That didn't just happen.

It's a couple of days old.

Look at the coloring.

Tyrone didn't hit you.

Well, who did?

Was it one of the other boys?

Walter.

Was it someone at home?

Maybe your mother?

Your father?

Did he do this?

Uh-uh. He's dead.

I'm sorry.

Walter, if you tell me

and Nurse Parchman,

it'll just be our little secret, OK?

The monster.

The monster?

It came after my dad died.

- I see.

- Hmm.

If you decide you want to tell me

what really happened,

I'm gonna be here

to listen, OK?

He said no one

would believe me.

Mummy.

Walter.

He's back.

Now, Walter, you be sure

and put this back just like this.

Ow!

Stop! Stop!

Walter?

You didn't want to go outside?

- What's that?

- Him.

- Him?

- The monster.

Lori told me to draw it.

Then we'll destroy it.

And the monster's

gonna go away.

- Lori that sits behind you?

- I'm gonna burn him up.

Lori said that her mum said

to draw the things that scared her

then tear it up or burn it.

And then it'll go away.

That's Tyrone.

Walter, do you think I could, uh...

talk to your mother sometime?

- What for?

- About the monster.

- You've told her, haven't you?

- She doesn't want to hear it.

She says we already

moved once.

You know, I don't think

that drawing these pictures

is really the answer

to your problem.

But I think we can work

somethin' out together. OK?

- OK?

- I guess so.

Good. I will see you

after recess.

All right.

Excuse me, guys.

What happened to him?

He was running in the building

after recess and fell down the stairs.

- Well, did somebody shove him or...

- No, he just fell.

Sort of collapsed.

But you know, it makes no sense.

How do you break both arms and legs

falling down?

Boy must've had weak bones.

- Who is it?

- Um... Mr Garvey.

I'm one of Walter's teachers

from school.

Uh... this fell.

Thank you.

Ls there a problem?

No. No, um... Mrs... Miss...

Miss.

Miss Johnson. Uh, can I come in

and talk to you for a minute?

Yes, I'm sorry.

I'm gonna go throw something on.

Damn.

Miss Johnson, I came to talk to you

about your boy Walter,

because he seems to be having

some problems.

Problems?

Uh, yeah, perhaps because

he just recently changed schools.

What kind of problems?

I mean, all kids have problems,

don't they?

That's what life is... problems.

He got you good.

Here. Step into the light for me.

Oh, yeah. Um...

Well, he seems to come to school

with a lot of bruises, you know.

Kind of banged up.

The boy's clumsy.

He's always fallin' over somethin'.

I don't know where he gets it.

Not me.

Certainly not me.

Certainly not.

But, uh, he does seem to have

a strange preoccupation with monsters.

I mean, a monster in particular

that he says lives here in the house.

- It sounds silly, but...

- Walter!

Listen, there is no need

to bring Walter into this.

Look!

I told that boy about

goin' on with these stories.

I can't have it. Walter!

I said get your narrow behind

in this kitchen now!

Miss Johnson,

I just came to talk to you.

Get over here.

What is your problem?

Now, why the hell are you goin' on

tellin' this man these crazy stories?

Didn't I tell you to stop with all

this monster foolishness? Didn't I?

Go to your room.

Baby, go to your room now.

I'm gonna have to deal

with this.

Miss Johnson, if you would

give me a second to...

Just please...

Just keep quiet.

Don't say nothin'.

Why you just standin' there?

Why the hell didn't you get the door?

Who's that?

That's just one of Walter's teachers.

He was just leaving.

Is there a problem?

No. Actually, he just came over

to drop off some homework.

Actually, sir, now

that you mention it,

Walter does seem to be having

a few small problems

that might deserve

some looking into.

Well, Walter's only been

at this school for a couple of weeks.

And he does have trouble

making friends.

So what kind of problem

are we talking about?

Well, aside from the bruises...

Aside from that, there's, uh...

this monster that he says is in the house.

He seems very disturbed by it.

In fact, he's even drawn

a picture of the monster.

He, uh... thinks he needs

to kill the monster.

I mean, he...

he really believes it.

I'll talk to him.

That's it?

You'll just talk to him?

I will talk... to him.

OK.

Sissy, would you show him

to the door, please?

Thanks for the tea.

Go to your room.

- Miss Johnson...

- Go.

Make... you little motherfucker.

You like to draw

fucked-up pictures of people, huh?

- Huh?

- Carl, no!

I'm gonna teach you

and that boy some respect.

Carl, please!

Stop!

You're gonna make a picture

to kill me?

You little motherfucker!

Come here!

Carl, please!

Open up!

Miss Johnson! Walter!

Your little arse is mine!

You gonna draw a picture of somebody,

make them look like a monster?

- What, you think that shit is funny?

- No.

- Get up!

- Miss Johnson!

- You OK?

- Mummy!

- He's gonna kill him!

- Wait here. Wait here.

Mum!

- Look, stop, man. Just take it easy.

- Take it easy?

This ain't your motherfuckin' house!

No!

Take it easy.

Motherfucker!

No!

- Get up!

- No!

I'm not through

with you yet.

Come here! Come here!

What you gonna do?

Let me go!

Motherfucker!

Bitch, have you lost your mind?

You ain't the only one

need an arse-whoopin'.

Bitch!

This shit ain't over yet, bitch.

Oh? But I think it is.

Aah!

What we gonna do?

They find him here like this,

no one's gonna believe us.

Don't worry.

Nobody's gonna find out anything.

Walter, you know what to do.

Yes, sir. Walter...

...killed the monster.

Hmm.

Man, is that really

how he got dropped?

Hey, man, close this damn...

What the fuck?

So dead motherfuckers

be playin' with dolls now, right?

Yes. But this doll,

it's a way station for lost souls.

What?

Sometimes, when a person's body

has been through a lot,

the soul is displaced.

This doll is a place

for the soul to survive...

...until it can move on.

Man, you for real?

Yes!

I found this doll

in a house in the South.

It is an amazing thing.

'You can give it

any name you want.

'The fact is, affirmative action,

quotas, reparations,

'all mean one thing.

'Another qualified individual

won't get a job or an education

'simply because

he's not the right color.

'I thought that's what we were

trying to get away from.

'Duke Metger for governor,

an original American.

'Isn't it about time?'

That's great.

I'd even vote for me.

Listen, by the time

I finish with you,

you might even get

a few black votes in the till.

Well, a start would be just getting

the bastards off my front lawn.

Startin' to look like

a damn minstrel show out there.

Duke must go!

If they were as relentless

about finding a job

as they are at hounding me,

might put an end to welfare.

Duke must go!

Beyond the obvious concern that

the black and Jewish communities share

over the candidacy of one-time

Klan member Duke Metger,

there seems to be

an additional issue

that has sparked anger

in the black community.

Councilman Rogers,

can you explain?

Lani, it's disturbing enough that

Duke Metger would claim residency here

just for the sake

of gaining racist votes.

But the real slap in the face

to the black community

is that he chose this house,

this former plantation,

with its history of racism

towards black people

- to set up camp.

- Can anything be done?

Well, there are certain things

that we plan to do...

There ain't nothing we need to do!

They're gonna take care of it.

They're going to make him pay

for being here!

Who will make him pay, sir?

The souls! The souls

are gonna make him pay!

Miss Cobbs was the keeper of the souls!

There's no peace in the dollhouse now!

The dollhouse?

The dollhouse! They're going

to make him pay... the dollhouse.

Just an old myth

around these parts.

Ain't no myth!

It ain't no myth! It ain't no myth!

It ain't no myth!

Duke must go!

Go away, old man.

What is it about this house

that has 'em so worked up?

After the Civil War, the man who owned

this plantation, Nathan Wilkes,

he, uh... he's upset that his slaves

were gonna walk away free.

When they tried to leave,

the old man snapped.

Turned into a massacre.

Hundreds of slaves...

lynchings, burnings,

twelve bodies hanging

from that tree alone.

Yeah, they buried them

in a common grave up on the hill.

The fools believe

that their souls never rested

till Miss Cobbs, an old voodoo woman,

bought the place.

That's... that's her there

in the mural.

- What are those?

- Dolls.

Legend is, she transferred

the souls of the slaves into little dolls.

Negro dolls.

Word is, they remain in the house

right to this day.

You ever seen any of 'em?

I searched every inch of this house

when I first bought the place.

I figured the little black bastards

might be worth something,

but, no, I never found any.

And now they feel

that the place should remain empty

as a... as a remembrance

to the atrocity,

to let the souls rest like a...

like an old Nazi camp.

Personally, I think the whole thing

adds to a certain Southern charm.

You're a sick fuck, Duke.

Well, perhaps. But it's your job,

Mr 10,000-dollar-a-week image-maker,

to change all that...

to soften the hard edges.

Mould me into a respected man

of the people.

Yeah, well, I've got my work

cut out for me, don't I?

You know, the first thing

we're gonna work on, Duke,

is your defensive media skills.

When you get out here in front

of these cameras, these reporters,

making these public appearances,

you've always got to expect the unex...

This thing's kind of creepy,

don't you think?

I'm going to paint the whole place over

after the election.

Let's get you elected first, Duke.

OK.

I feel I have a lot to offer

all the constituents in this community,

not just the white constituents.

So are you telling us, Duke,

that your former affiliation with the K.K.K.

is not something that the voters should

concern themselves with in this election?

We all have a past now, don't we?

No.

No, no, no, no,

no, no, no.

You're being much too defensive.

Looks like you have something to hide.

Look, I want you

to watch me, all right?

Take the camera.

I want you to film me.

- All right?

- Hold on. Hold it.

We all have a past.

It's the better man

who can learn from his failures.

I know that I've learned from mine,

and I'm better for it.

Uh-huh. Well, what...

what about the house?

Well, I think that it's quite unfair

to judge me or anyone else

by the misdeeds

of his ancestors.

After all, I have quite a few

of my own to account for.

Aren't you afraid of the dolls?

What about the ghosts?

Well, the only spooks that I'm afraid of

are the ones with guns.

That's a good one, Rhodie.

I like that. I believe I'm gonna use it.

No, not if you want to get elected,

you won't.

OK? Jesus, I've been

around you too long.

OK. Look, Duke? This is

the real response to that one, OK?

Oh, oh, oh. Oh.

OK.

I'm not concerned

with the ghost stories.

I'm concerned with traditional

American values, original...

Rhodie!

Let us bow our heads

in prayer.

Unto the mercy of Almighty God,

we commend the soul

of our brother departed.

We commit his body

to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

In the sure and certain hope

of the resurrection to eternal life.

Any truth to the rumor

that Mr Willis's death

was a result of some

mysterious circumstances?

No, no. It was simply

an unfortunate accident.

Don't you think it would help your position

with the black community

if you simply left Wilkes Manor

and found another residence?

I think it's unfair to judge me

or any other person

by the misdeeds

of their ancestors.

Besides, I have many misdeeds

of my own to account for.

So you're not afraid

of the ghosts?

The only spooks I'm afraid of...

are you spooky reporters.

So what is your real goal...

That's about it, folks.

Thank you.

- That's about it. Thank you.

- You need to be scared, Mr Metger.

Them souls

don't want you there.

They didn't want him there.

Now you best to leave,

or you'll end up

just like him... or worse.

Well, sir, I have

no intention of leaving,

so let's just hope that

the house and I can get along.

Can't we all just get along?

Heed my warning, Metger.

They don't want you there.

- That's about it. Thank you.

- The dolls don't want you there!

That's about it. Thank you.

- Go away, old fool.

- They want reparation!

You hear me?

They want reparation!

They want reparation, Mr Metger!

Driver, who'd you

let in this vehicle?

Stop the car.

Stop the damn car!

Damn it.

I let no one in the car, sir.

'This is the real response

to that one, OK?'

'Oh, oh, oh. Oh. Go.'

'I'm not concerned

with ghost stories.

'I'm concerned with traditional

American values, original American...'

What the fuck?

Bruce, uh... I-I need you or Janet

to give me a call.

There's... there's

something wrong here.

Bruce! Janet, you back?

Oh, thank goodness.

Oh...

You!

Where the fuck did

your little black arse come from?

Huh?

You think you and some old voodoo bitch

could scare me out of my house?

I don't care

how many slaves died here.

I... I didn't kill 'em.

You're gettin' no reparations.

You hear me?

No reparations!

You goddamn voodoo bitch!

I'll put an end

to your nigger arse.

Now I'm gonna blow off

your little nigger balls.

Huh?

Not even some voodoo bitch

"nigra" spell

can overcome the power

of a double-barrel shotgun...

Goddamn.

I'm not afraid of you!

I killed one of you!

I'll kill you all, you...

...you little nigglins!

Come on out,

you little nappyheaded sons of bitches.

Come on.

Come on out.

Say good night,

you little piece of black shit.

Oh, Jesus!

God!

Goddamn!

Mother Jesus!

Come on! Open!

I didn't... Oh, please.

I didn't...

You.

I didn't...

Get off! Get off!

It gives you a new reverence

for dolls, now don't it?

Man, fuck a Barbie.

This is bullshit, Bulldog.

What's up? You gonna show us

what we came here to get or what?

Really, dog.

See, I ain't got all night to be listening

to no goddamn ghost stories.

These ain't ghost stories.

Everything I say is real.

Let's get this shit over with.

Let's see how real

this shit is you got.

Ah, the shit.

Yo, man, you ain't

gonna believe this, man.

Man, this shit is a trip, homey.

Yes.

You knew him?

- Sho' did.

- Hell, no.

We didn't know him.

He was just a nigga we seen around.

Yeah.

He got himself involved

in that crazy gang madness.

Yeah. Shit.

He got himself involved

with the shit.

♪ My gat scream, "Fire",

the bullet told me,

♪ "Shoot that motherfucker.

He's a liar"

♪ I talk to my .380

like a bitch on a stroll

♪ When niggas try to dick me

I haul off and let her ho

♪ Kill 'em all

I can't be fucked in this game

♪ I'm a psychopath

♪ My A.K. told me to shove him

up some nigga's arse

♪ I'm havin' long conversations

with Mr Millimetre

♪ He's one of my best friends,

bitch-arse nigga eater

♪ And Mrs Mossberg

livin' up in that back trunk...

There's that punk

motherfucker Deke right there.

Got you now,

you motherfuckin' bitch.

Yeah, motherfucker.

Come on, nigga.

Smoke this nigga.

Where the fuck you think

you going, bitch?

Goddamn, nigga.

You tryin' to blind me or somethin'? Shit.

- Yo, what's up, little Deke?

- What's up, nigga?

What's up with all that shit you been

talkin', motherfucker? Huh? Huh?

Bitch-arse nigga.

What's up, bitch?

Motherfucker!

Shit.

Where you want me

to shoot your arse, motherfucker?

In the head or on the chest?

Blast your little-arse dick off first.

- Man, fuck this, man!

- Hold up. Hold up. Hold up.

Don't do this cat just yet.

I wonder how many homeys

he done pimped over the years.

Too fuckin' many.

He think he old.

What's up now, Crazy K?

Oh, you crazy, huh?

Lookin' kind of fucked up.

Oh, yeah.

Fuck you.

Fuck! Shit! Damn!

Shit.

Saved by the motherfuckin' cops.

Damn.

Fuck.

Read me the summary

on this one.

Jerome Johns.

Serving the fourth year of a life sentence

without a possibility of parole.

Solitary confinement the last two years

for assaults on other prisoners.

Previous arrests and convictions

included aggravated assault,

first-degree battery, suspicion of murder

three times, aggravated mayhem.

Jerome!

Jerome.

How would you like

to be released from prison?

Man, is you fuckin'

with my mind or what?

Man, how that shit

gonna happen?

Consent to behavioral modification,

and you'll be out on the street in no time.

- Yeah, well, let's do this.

- Yeah, well, let's.

He'll do.

- Prepare him for transfer.

- OK.

Get up off me, man!

Shit.

Look what we have here.

The first soldier

in my army perhaps.

So you're a real

bad-arse spade, huh?

What you say to me,

motherfucker?

You heard me.

You got to be really bad

to be in a place like this.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

So, what did you do?

- What you in for?

- Murder, punk.

And I wouldn't mind

doing the shit again.

Me either.

I killed a lot of people.

You wanna know what kind?

Come over here.

I wanna show you something.

What's wrong?

Are you afraid of me?

The final fight between

black and white has begun.

I've led my troops

on a wave of assaults

to wake up

my white brother.

All of the niggers of the Earth

will be killed,

except for the few

that help with the fight

against their mud-soul brethren.

Those few will be spared

and live their lives as slaves.

Do you wanna be spared?

Come join my army.

Hey, nigger.

Those guys you killed...

...what color were they?

Huh?

They were niggers.

I know it.

You're cool with me, nigger.

I like you.

I like you a lot.

Yeah, I didn't like being put in there

with that crazy Klan motherfucker either.

I purposely put you

next to him, Jerome,

because I thought he was someone

you ought to meet.

You are here to be rehabilitated

by a process that the government

has paid me to develop.

If you successfully

complete this project,

there's a very good chance

you might be released.

If you don't, you will rot

in solitary confinement

for the rest of your wasted life.

And it wouldn't bother me a bit,

cos I think you're scum, Jerome.

So don't test me.

You understand?

Our tests show

you have a high I.Q.

Have you ever been

interested in science?

Yeah. I sold a few chemicals

in my day.

Wait, wait. Whoa, whoa.

I know you don't think

I'm getting on that thing.

You have no other choice.

Fuck.

Ah! Come on, man.

Shit!

I'm gonna break you off something real

proper when I get out this motherfucker.

I don't think so.

Start the optical sequencers.

Jerome! I want you to take

a little look at something.

♪ My gat scream, "Fire",

the bullet told me

♪ "Shoot that motherfucker.

He's a liar"

♪ I talk to my .380

like a bitch on a stroll

♪ When niggas try to dick me,

I haul off and let her ho

♪ Kill 'em all,

I can't be fucked in this game

♪ I'm a psychopath

♪ My A.K. told me to shove him

up some nigga's arse

♪ I'm havin' long conversations

with Mr Millimetre

♪ He's one of my best friends,

bitch-arse nigga eater

♪ It's splittin' motherfuckers

by the seams

♪ My granddaddy, Mr AR-15

♪ Said he was my only family

♪ Shoot straight

and please don't jam me

♪ Got in a fight at a club,

my gat started walkin'

♪ Told me to shut the fuck up

and let him do the talkin'

♪ I woke up, and it was sick

to see them guts from my strap

♪ Tell me, Spice, motherfucker

♪ You're Born ll Die

♪ One to the chest

and one to the dome

♪ Well, if them niggas catch you slippin'

then yo' arse is gone

♪ Born ll Die

♪ Aim your best for the head

so your brains get blown

♪ Well, if them niggas catch you slippin'

then yo' arse is gone

♪ Legal Glocks and Berettas

and the Uzi thangs

♪ And if the shit jump off

I'm killin' everything

♪ Don't be actin' like no bitch

when the funk is on

♪ Cos if them niggas catch you slippin'

then yo' arse is gone

♪ One for the Glock,

two for the clip

♪ Bullets in your arse

make you hop and skip

♪ Niggas who ride

strapped on the side

♪ Open up your chest

about this fuckin' wide

♪ This ain't no TV,

you don't wanna see me

♪ I'll split your cranium

so motherfuckin' easy...

What's wrong, Jerome?

You don't like seeing

black people get killed?

But isn't that what you've been doing

all your life, Jerome?

You know, Jerome,

Cain was the world's first murderer.

He slayed his brother!

And how many brothers

have you slain?

♪ Blow the heart

out a motherfucker back

♪ Nigga shit on hisself

when I pull out my strap

♪ Bitch-arse niggas,

expire, retire

♪ Stab him in the throat

with the Dayton spoke wire

♪ So don't get caught up

in the mix

♪ I let you motherfuckers

know quick I'm Born ll Die

♪ One to the chest

and one to the dome

♪ Well, if them niggas catch you slippin'

then yo' arse is gone

♪ Aim your best for the head

so your brains get blown

♪ Well, if them niggas catch you slippin'

then yo' arse is gone

♪ If them niggas catch you slippin'

then yo' arse is gone

♪ If them niggas catch you slippin'

then yo' arse is gone

♪ If them niggas catch you slippin'

then yo' arse is gone

♪ If them niggas catch you slippin'

then yo' arse is gone

♪ Gone! Gone! ♪

Motherfuckin' shit.

Sensory what?

Sensory

deprivation chamber.

You will see nothing.

You will hear nothing.

Your mind will have nothing

to feed upon but itself.

It's a tiny meal indeed.

What's up, Crazy K?

Remember me?

- Tracy?

- Yeah, man. What's up?

How come we ain't talked

in a long time?

That's right.

You killed my arse.

Ain't that a bitch?

I got one question

for you, Crazy K. Why?

Why?

You-you was coming up short

all the time, man.

I-I couldn't just let you

rip me off, nigga.

- You didn't even know us.

- That shit was wrong, man.

You just drove by

and started blasting.

That shit was wrong, man.

We ain't even the ones

that capped your homey.

That shit was really wrong, G.

Man, fuck you niggas!

It was your set that did

my homey Little Joe.

Y'all motherfuckers would try to kill me

if you had the chance.

Man, fuck you niggas.

Fuck y'all.

I didn't do anything.

I was playing in my room,

and the bullet from your gun

came through the wall.

Uh, a-a-a bullet ain't

got no name on it.

You-you-you was just at the wrong place

at the wrong time.

Shut up!

Shut the fuck up!

Why should they, Jerome? Are they

saying something you don't want to hear?

So you gonna blame

all this shit on me?

Huh? You trying to make me crazy

or something, motherfucker?

Huh? I don't owe no responsibilities

for these motherfuckers.

But you are responsible

for the lives you've taken,

for the dreams you've turned

into nightmares.

Nightmares? Motherfucker,

what about my nightmare?

What about the nightmare

I lived in?

What about the nightmare I lived in ever

since I was born in this motherfucker?

- Who's responsible for that?

- I don't know, Jerome. You tell me.

Who is responsible?

Your mother? Your father?

Your teachers?

The world? Who?

Yeah, that's right. All of them

motherfuckers cos they created me.

So now I'm a motherfucking nightmare.

The nightmare ends

when you say it does, Jerome.

You've got to take responsibility

to wake up.

You've got to take responsibility

to break this chain!

I've got one motherfucking responsibility

in this world, and that's me.

And that's it, motherfucker!

So anybody and everything

that ain't me ain't shit!

Do you understand that?

That's a question

best posed to yourself.

I'm giving you a chance.

I'm giving you a shot at redemption.

Do you understand that?

I don't give a fuck about none of these

stupid motherfuckers!

So what you do is stop fucking

with my mind, man,

and let me up out

this motherfucker!

There's nothing

to stop you, Jerome.

- Jerome!

- Shut the fuck up! Shut up!

You let me up out

this motherfucker!

I swear to God

I'll snap this bitch's neck!

Jerome, it's not too late to be saved.

You won't get another chance.

I don't need another

motherfucking chance.

You know why?

Cos I don't give a fuck.

I said, I don't give a fuck.

I don't give a fuck.

- Jerome.

- I don't give a fuck.

I don't give a fuck.

I don't...

I don't give a fuck.

We don't give a fuck either,

motherfucker.

Oh, I must say, I don't think

you can rehabilitate those types.

No. You just kill them.

Who you think

you're fucking with, old man?

- What?

- Yeah. Cap this fool.

- What? What?

- You know "what."

I'm sick of playing

this ring-around-the-rosies.

- Now, that last little story...

- Uh-huh.

- That shit wasn't funny.

- Yeah. What you gonna do?

Call the cops or some shit?

Now, why... would I do that?

Cos you know who it was that killed

the nigga, and you ain't said shit.

Motherfucker.

One less nigga.

- Punk motherfucker.

- Fuck him.

Just bust a cap

in this old fool now.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't be stupid, motherfucker.

Now, let's just get

the shit first.

Now, where it's at?

The shit.

Yeah.

Follow me.

Oh, yes.

Now we gonna get the shit.

Ooh! We gonna get

the shit now. Yeah.

More ring-around-the-rosies, huh?

Oh, yeah. The doo-doo.

I'm sick of following his arse.

The poopy-de-pop.

We're gonna get the shit.

I'm not into these spiders and shit.

What the fuck is this?

Man, ain't this some shit?

You know what?

Right about now, man,

I'm losing my patience!

Now, where it's at? Huh?

Handle your business.

- This old man crazy.

- Whoo!

What the fuck

is wrong with him?

Stupid mother...

Shit.

- Whoo!

- Where it's at?

- Oh, yeah.

- Where the shit, man?

- Man, I don't trust...

- Hold up.

- This old man crazy.

- I have it here!

It's in the coffins.

Where else... would I hide it?

Got the shit. Ah!

Sick of playing these crazy games,

old man, with your arse.

- It better be in here.

- About fucking time!

Cos, you know, I don't wanna look

at no motherfucker.

Holy shit!

What the fuck is this, man?

What the...

What's going on?

- What are we gonna do, Bulldog?

- I don't know. Blast him.

What the...

- Oh!

- Ow!

After you killed Crazy K...

...a few of his boys killed you.

I guess... you didn't make it.

No! No!

I ain't hearing this!

No! What the fuck you trying to say?

We're dead, motherfucker?

Very!

Motherfucker, bullshit!

If we dead, then what the fuck we doin'

in a funeral home with your crazy arse?

This... ain't no funeral home!

It ain't the Terrordome neither!

Welcome to hell...

...motherfuckers.

No!

♪ Got my niggas in here

up in this motherfuckin' house

♪ Face Mob's in the house

♪ Hey, hey, niggas,

get up off of our gig if you would

♪ Face Mob's in the house

♪ Open your motherfuckin' eyes

♪ You see a nigga standing

over your bed, bitch, surprise

♪ It's time to pay

your motherfuckin' tithes

♪ And him being the bitch

that he is, he cries

♪ But ain't no motherfuckin' mercy,

it's over, fool

♪ You gots to die you motherfucker,

you broke a rule

♪ And that's the reason

I will sit here

♪ You feel the presence of death

up in this bitch cos I'm in here

♪ Now, lay your arse down

on the fuckin' floor

♪ Cos I'm abouts to hit

your arse with the 4-4

♪ And ain't no breathin'

when I'm comin' out

♪ So save your motherfuckin' self,

punk bitch, your time is runnin' out

♪ Cos once I pull

this motherfucker back

♪ I'm gonna leave the front part

of your face down in your fuckin' lap

♪ I'm known to leave

a motherfucker stiff

♪ And I got niggas bust on me

from S Eighth to the bloody Fifth

♪ So what you doin'

we done all done it

♪ It's all about

my motherfuckin' neighbourhood

♪ And this is tales from it... ♪

♪ Represent my hood

♪ Nigga, that ain't no tale

♪ You should've cleaned

that other hood on top

♪ Now you represent burnin' flesh,

never sleep, nonstop

♪ Cos I represent my hood

♪ Nigga, who you gonna tell

that I'm set-trippin'

♪ We don't know soul-trippin'

♪ Slippin' into depths

of darkness

♪ For not many kids

believe in monsters

♪ So why he merge

into a father with a son

♪ Attempting to beat

my son to death

♪ Represent my hood

♪ Nigga, who you gonna tell

that I'm set-trippin'

♪ We don't know soul-trippin'

♪ Slippin' into depths

of darkness, fool... ♪

♪ Mega, mega, mega,

kill, kill, kill

♪ Mega, mega, mega,

kill, kill, kill

♪ Mr Crazy K, where you been?

♪ Cos I've been lookin' for your crazy arse

just to put these slugs in

♪ Barrel pump,

die, nigga, die

♪ Emptyin' the clips

just like Lawrence O'Vrie

♪ These are the thoughts of one

who don't give a fuck I'm drunk

♪ No, ain't up to double-barrel pump

I'm talking to myself

♪ One lie leads

to screams and gunshots

♪ Murder is my friend,

can't stop thinking, "Fuck cops"

♪ Throw my achin' A.K.

off the shelf

♪ So why you waitin' here cos I'm talking

to myself, talking to myself... ♪

(♪ HAVOC & PRODEJE

feat. DAWN GREEN:

♪ I know it's trite,

I tried to run away from my life

♪ I feel the strife

reality can cut like a knife

♪ I'm in the hood

and all I wanna do is maintain

♪ Going insane,

the hood got me feelin' the pain

♪ Let me take a step back,

let you know how it was

♪ Never did I gangbang

like the blood or the coz

♪ I was a hustler

livin' for the P-A-Y

♪ And I was breakin' other brothers

cos I had to survive

♪ Pullin' jack moves, shootin' craps,

pool, flankin' cavvy

♪ Rollin' back streets

in my '86 Caddy

♪ Hookers on my side

and nobody defied

♪ Because they knew a nigga tripped

and a nigga was fried

♪ I know it's trite

I tried to run away from my life

♪ I feel the strife,

reality can cut like a knife

♪ I'm in the hood

and all I wanna do is maintain

♪ Going insane,

the hood got me feelin' the pain... ♪

♪ I know it sounds bad

but it's all good

♪ These are tales,

tales from the hood

♪ I know it sounds bad

but it's all good

♪ These are tales,

tales from the hood

♪ I know it sounds bad

but it's all good

♪ These are tales,

tales from the hood ♪

Tales from the Hood (1995) - full transcript