Chapter & Verse Page #2
I just-- I just
need you to sign
the delivery paper, ma'am.
Just get--
They put cabbage
on this plate?
That was the menu.
Y'all know I'm allergic
to cabbage.
What the hell
is wrong with you?
Bringing all this nasty food
up in my house.
- You out your damn mind.
- No, you out your damn mind.
- Crazy-ass woman.
- Get your ass out of here.
- Crazy woman.
- You just go ahead and leave!
(chattering)
Ingram.
Been looking for you.
My office.
Eh, it just shutdown on me.
- That's all?
- That's all.
I gotta get my monthly
report out tonight.
Dime.
Paperclip.
Circuit board is loose.
(computer chimes)
This will hold for a while,
but you need to upgrade.
You really know
how to fix these things.
All right. Okay.
I'll come in.
- Hey, man,
I gotta get on that...
- You out of here?
Okay, Cohan, why don't you take
Santiago's route?
I'll go.
You need to be
scrubbing pots and utensils.
I'll do that, too.
(doorbell rings)
(woman humming, gasps)
What do you want?
No salt. No cabbage.
I made the plate myself.
(sighs)
Come on in.
(music playing on TV)
(man talking on TV)
- Thank you.
- So, what you go to jail for?
The only people that
deliver around here
are junkies or convicts,
and you got too many
muscles to be on drugs.
Got locked up
for being stupid.
How much time
they give you for that?
12 years.
Did eight.
- Those are
my grandson's drawings.
- They pretty good.
They gave him an art prize
at his school.
Oh, and that's on
my granddaddy's farm,
down in South Carolina.
Oh, wait.
Let me show you this.
The Showman's Lounge.
I was a barmaid Thursday
through Sunday for 30 years.
You looked good.
- What, I look bad now?
- No. It's just--
No, no, no.
You done put your foot in it.
No, I mean the afro
and everything.
It's too late.
(laughing)
Now, that's
my husband. Al.
I lost him
five years ago to cancer.
And my son Alex.
Lost him to Iraq.
Sorry.
Come sit.
Finish your lemonade.
This show is funny.
Girl, what's you grow
these with, crack?
(continues indistinct)
(door opens, shuts)
Ty.
Excuse me.
Boy, what I tell you about
drinking out of that container?
- Ain't but a little bit left.
- But it don't matter.
This is my grandson Ty.
Lance.
- That's your food.
- He's hungry.
- I'll be all right.
- Let him make a sandwich.
Excuse me?
You got bologna,
bread, mayonnaise.
You better get out of
my darn refrigerator and
mind your own damn business.
This food is for the people
we deliver to.
Yes, and after you
give it to me,
I can flush it down
the toilet if I want to.
- Don't be disrespecting
my grandmother.
- Ty, you sit down.
Ty.
- What?
- Sit down, Ty,
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