Kings Page #3

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Jessie's our big brother.

What I mean, now we have...

You agreed that you are not

gonna take any more kids.

No. But his mother is in jail

and the house is sealed up and I'm gonna

call Social services in the morning.

We can't leave that boy

out there like that.

[opera music playing]

Fool! What are you doing?

- Everybody can see you.

- Who?

- My children.

- Where are they?

- In here.

- Oh.

Put that sh*t away.

[man on radio] Good morning.

[woman on radio] ...New year.

Here's what's coming up.

Where is my purse?

Thank you.

I'll be right back.

Where's her skirt?

- She lost her skirt.

- Girl, you showing your panties. What's the matter with you?

[kids making fun of the girl]

What's the matter with her?

Would you all stop laughing?

Her daughter was just shot.

William, give me my coat

right there.

Thank you.

Watch you, whore. Outta here.

[Shawnte] Oh, no. No!

What did you call her?

- You called her a whore?

- No, no. Stop it.

Who is she? Don't touch me.

Don't f*** with her!

- Come on, man. Drop it!

- Get off me!

Any kid can lay down

on the street,

but you pick him

and bring him home.

This one is... This one is crazy.

- Go away from me.

- [shouting]

Leave him alone.

Leave him alone.

- Get in the car.

- Everytime, this happens.

He locks himself in there.

Now we can't get anything

out of him.

Kenny. Hey, Kenny, Kenny.

Kenny. Kenny.

I need beer, Kenny.

I'll kill the first cocksucker

who comes near me.

F***!

You see what happens?

- You little prick.

- Come on, he's just a boy.

- Oh go eat sh*t and die. He's not a boy.

- What did you say?

- Nothing.

- Now, come on, nutjob. Say what you gotta say.

- You want me to say it? Really say it?

- Yeah.

[Millie] Yeah.

You let your kids run wild. I

should call Social Services on you.

How about that?

- I got a rifle too.

- Oh, pull the f***ing trigger Kenny.

Get in the car. Now!

Come on. Let's go.

[Jessie] Let's go.

Oh. That's nice.

Real f***ing nice.

Call your mama. If you want to,

I don't give a sh*t.

White guy in the neighborhood!

[kids] Bye, loser!

[opera music playing]

[upbeat music playing in car]

Hey, Millie, how you doing?

Hey.

[man on radio] The LAPD officer

who delivered the most baton

blows to Rodney King,

using the video tape

and police audio transmission,

prosecutors claim Powell was

laughing after the beating...

[man 2 on radio] ...and asked

us questions about Latasha.

They refused to show us the picture of

her on the floor bleeding to death.

Come on! Let's go!

[man on TV] He puts his foot down

and he's thrown off balance.

Mr. Briseno is thrown

off balance.

Mr. White says this is a stomp,

an unnecessary stomp.

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