Monster's Ball Page #5

I ain't got no use for it.

There you are, Pop.

We got each other, Son.

- Remember that.

- Yes, sir.

I quit the team.

That was a mistake.

I can't do it anymore.

You're reminding me of your mother.

I guess that's bad, right?

Your mother wasn't sh*t.

That woman failed me.

I got more p*ssy after she killed herself

than I did when she was living as my wife.

The point is... she quit on me.

You're doing the same.

God damn it!

Let's go. Hand me my purse.

Come on. Get out.

- Mama, what's wrong?

- We got to walk.

Boy, get out that street!

Get yourself killed. Get over here.

Don't do that. Don't do that.

Oh, this?

I'm telling you, this is a jim-dandy.

This is just what I'm looking for.

And at the same time,

it's the most expensive one

I've come across, you know?

But if you're willing to talk on price under...

- We put quite a bit of work in it.

- I bet you did.

We can talk about it.

You know what?

Let me think it over. You got my number.

- Sure, I got yours.

- All right.

- It was a pleasure.

- Sure.

- Nice seeing you.

- I'll be talking to you.

- You, too.

- Okay, see you.

Come on, T. Let's go.

That's what you think your mama look like?

Yeah, sort of.

- See you tomorrow morning?

- Yeah, see you.

You, too, young man.

- Bye.

- Bye-bye.

Come on, T! Come on! Get up!

Come on, T! Get up!

Help me! Wait!

Wait!

Come back here!

Help us!

Come help us!

Help us!

T, wake up, baby. Wake up.

He was hit... He was hit by a car.

Calm down. Calm down.

We gotta get him to a hospital right now!

Right now!

Hey, y'all,

we're gonna need a gurney out here.

- There's a kid. I think it's pretty bad.

- Gurney!

We're gonna, we're gonna need some help.

Are you the boy's mother?

Please, follow me.

Is that your boy?

- No.

- No?

What happened to him?

I think he got hit by a car.

That was his mother, went through there.

- She said he was hit by a car.

- Hit and run?

Like I said, I don't know. I picked them up...

Listen, I need to file a police report

if it was a hit and run.

Well, sh*t, I don't even know the people.

I wouldn't know what to write.

I wouldn't know the first thing about it.

Just stay, tell the police what you did,

what you saw.

It'll take you 5 minutes. I promise.

Wait! Wait! Wait!

That's my baby!

That's my baby!

I know you're not supposed

to move people and everything,

but, sh*t, I didn't know what else to do.

I mean, the boy was laying there,

and the woman was hysterical.

I just did the best I could do.

I just thought I'd better lug him in the car

and get on to here as quick as I could,

so that's what I did.

All right. Well, you did a good job.

- So you were just passing by?

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