Marci X Page #4

"l went too far.

Ben Feld is fabulous,

and I apo..."

I'm good. Thank you.

"...and I sincerely apologize."

Um, well, tomorrow morning

at 10:
00--

I thought we could

kick things off, you know,

with a public relations

event, sort of, in a way.

Five seconds.

How do I look?

You look amazing.

I got to run.

Stick around, all right?

Okay. You're too sweet.

I mean that.

It went very well.

He said to wait here,

and I don't know why.

Y'all take five.

What's happening?

Check this out.

I don't know if y'all

been tracking it,

but a lot of people

been coming down on the Doctor

for speaking his mind.

Folks like Senator Spinkle,

and the media.

And Mr. Ben Feld.

Guess who we got

in the audience tonight?

Who?

We got his little

goddamn daughter,

Marci Feld is here.

Kick her ass!

Kill her!

And she wants me...

-No.

-...to apologize...

Hell, no!

...and do some

public relation sh*t.

She wants me to change

who I am.

No!

Say, b*tch!

Oh, my God.

Bring your pasty white ass

out here.

You get out there.

You tell him you are not

a b*tch. Not always.

That's your answer

right there.

I'm a real n*gger.

I don't change for no one.

I ain't changing sh*t.

Can I get an amen?

Amen!

You're out

of your element, baby.

You're out of your league.

And you're out

of your goddamn mind.

This is Harlem.

Get the hell out of my ghetto.

'Cause these people

ain't feeling you.

You know why?

'Cause you're not real.

You're unreal.

You're where real goes to die.

What do you mean I'm not real?

Authentic.

Talking about down.

Real is who you are.

And it's what you ain't.

Kill that b*tch!

Shoot that b*tch!

Whack, whack, whack,

whack, whack, whack, whack,

whack, whack, whack, whack...

Whack, whack...

Lauren.

I'm sorry.

...whack, whack...

Okay, okay!

If I can get real,

whatever the hell that means,

will you show up

tomorrow morning?

And how you going to get real?

What you going to do?

You going to rap for us?

No, I can't rap.

You can't rap?

Then I can't go. Bye.

Bye-bye.

All right, all right.

If I do rap,

do I have your word?

Word to your mother.

But you're going

to need a little beat.

Hold on.

What do you mean, a beat?

You can't rhyme if you

don't have no rhythm.

Hi, hi, hey, hey

Everybody have a nice day...

All right!

Okay.

It's okay.

Maybe she needs some bass.

Give her some bass.

Yeah, I need bass.

Give her some S! Yes!

Okay...

Hi, hi, I'm so real

Let me tell you how I feel...

God, this is so embarrassing.

She's so white.

I can't watch.

We know how you feel.

And I know what

you want to feel.

Oh!

But he's mine, b*tch.

Okay, just give me another beat.

We're running out of beats.

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