Bringing Down the House Page #3

Well, do tell.

Well,|I want to reopen my case.

And what did you do, smoke|some homies on a drive-by?

Smoke? Homies?

Well, you a regular|gangster, huh?

No, man. I was in for armed|robbery, but I didn't do it.

Yeah, nobody did it.

I can't be having|this conversation

because you're a criminal-type.

If I was a criminal,|I would have shanked you

when I had|that knife in my hand.

The fact that you even said that|is a problem for me.

- But I didn't think that.|- It's just time to go.

Please, just listen to me.|Just give me one second.

No, I don't have a second.

Okay, can I just|say something, please?

What?

I didn't do the crime.

You rude mother...

I ain't goin'.

It's your baby,|Peter, and don't you deny it!

That DNA test told on you!

You lie, Peter!

You know lil' Kareem is yours!

Why?!

How you gonna do me|like that, Peter?!

You told me I was your|beautiful African Queen.

And I loved you|for that, Peter!

I didn't care if your|little thing was curved.

And lil' Kareem don't want|your child support.

He just want a relationship|with his white daddy.

A little|chocolate/vanilla swirl

from that magical night|at the crackhouse.

Oh!

Come on.|Just be quiet!

Wait just a second.|My shoes.

- Mr. Sanderson?|- Whoa!

Is everything okay?

I thought I heard Negro.

- No. No Negro spoken here.

Oh.

Well... good night, then.

Oh, uh...

good night.

Come on!

Come on, come on!

You stay. You stay.|You wait right there.

Who you callin'?

- The police.

Police department.|Sergeant Panella. Please hold.

What's that?

It's all of our e-mails.

You think anybody at Tobias,|Kline, and Barnes

would be interested|in hearing

about you looking for Boom-boom|in the federal pen?

And I'll send a photo.

Thanks for holding.|Can I help you?

Now, this is just|for tonight, understand?

A'ight.

I can work with this.

But, uh, look,|don't be gettin' no ideas

about sneakin' up in here|and hittin' this ass,

'cause you blew your chance|with this fine sister.

Dare to dream.

Please.

Oh, my God! A bed!

Oh, a nice, big, cushy bed.

Ohh, no roommates,|no cellmates.

Charlene?

Charlene.

Charlene! Come on,|you're not fooling anybody.

Who that? Who there?

Who want it with Lene?

I put some bagels outside.

I thought|we could discuss your case.

Ahh!

What up, dog?|Where 'em bagels at?

Hey, guess what, girlfriend?|Your game is up.

Because I burned|all those e-mails,

including the second set hidden|in the lining of your coat.

And I deleted everything|off my computer.

So I never met you,|and you never met me.

Don't even try, girlfriend,|because it's locked.

And now I am going to go|get my kids,

as in innocent young persons

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