Proud Mary

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[PANTING]

Papa was a rollin' stone

My son

Wherever he laid his hat

Was his home

And when he died

All he left us was alone

Hey, Papa was a rollin' stone

Dadgummit

Wherever he laid his hat

Was his home

And when he died

All he left us was alone

It was the third of September

That day I'll always remember

Yes, I will

'Cause that was the day

That my daddy died

I never got a chance to see him

Never heard nothin'

But bad things about him

Mama, I'm depending on you

To tell me the truth

Mama just hung her head

And said, "Son"

Papa was a rollin' stone

[SILENCED GUNSHOT]

[FAINTLY OVER STEREO]

Wherever he laid his hat

Was his home

And when he died

All he left us was alone

Papa was a rollin' stone

My son

[PHONE RINGING]

Don't answer that.

[VOICE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

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BOY:

Right.

Yeah.

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[DOORBELL BUZZES]

You Uncle's boy?

- You Jerome?

- Yeah. Come on in.

Come on. Hurry up.

Have a seat.

Make yourself comfortable.

So you bring it?

We good?

Just a sec.

There you go, little man.

What you doing?

You're 500 short.

What are you talking about?

The deal was 25.

- No, the deal was 3.

- No, deal was for 25.

- The deal was 3.

- Wanna call Uncle? Have him tell you?

No, Uncle knows the deal. You call him.

- Hey, you little sh*t.

- Hey.

You better be easy with that.

I started easy.

Now...

...you owe another 5.

Go in the refrigerator.

There's a stack of cash in there.

There's $1000.

You can take the 5.

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No, I said you could take 5.

- You lied.

- Oh, okay.

Okay, don't even worry about it,

little man.

Sittin' here, guess I didn't make bail

Got time and a story to tell

WOMAN:

Thank you.

Started when I was 9 years old

Woke up and Daddy was gone

I started hustlin'

And they couldn't tell me nothin'

Frontin' in the hood

Trying to be somebody

My soul was on empty

I was searchin' for something

Tried to be good

Tried to keep from trouble

Livin' too fast

Tryin' to make good on a hustle

Sometimes it gets lonely

Comin' from where I'm from

I'm from

Sometimes

Ain't what they seem to be

Comin' from where I'm from

I'm from

Sometimes you get a little angry

UNCLE:

Stop talking.

Stop talking. Shut up.

You're making my head hurt.

You're late. Get in here. Sit down.

Because that is your job.

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Shut the door.

Shut the door!

What is this?

You have crumbs on your shirt.

I didn't give you cash for food.

That means you take from bag.

Look at me.

You want I cut the tip of your finger off

for stealing? Is that what you want?

Give it to me.

The pastry was 3.

I used 20 and put the rest back.

I got an extra 500 from the mark.

You what?

He tried to short us 5, so I handled it.

Still doesn't mean

you get to steal from me.

Come on, Danny. We feed you here.

You don't go starving.

Your second time.

It's the second time you steal from me.

I was hungry.

Next time you steal from me, I cut your

hand off. I put it in refrigerator.

For that, I send you back out now.

Get up.

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'Cause I'm just a soul

Whose intentions are good

Oh, Lord

Please don't let me be misunderstood

DANNY:

Hey!

Hey! A**hole!

Hey.

Baby, you understand me now

Sometimes you see I'm mad

No one can always be an angel

Sometimes you see some bad

Well, I'm just a soul

Whose intentions are good

Oh, Lord

Please don't let me be misunderstood

Back from the dead, huh?

Where am I?

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You're safe.

You're in my apartment.

And who the hell are you?

I'm Mary.

You were hurt. Passed out in an alley.

Come on. Eat.

- Where's my bag?

- You'll get it back.

- Everything inside it too.

- I need it now.

Sit down.

I need to get back.

Back where?

I'm supposed to go to Back Bay.

I tell you what.

You sit down, have some food...

...I'll take you to Back Bay myself.

How's that?

Whoa, slow down.

When's the last time you ate?

So, what's in Back Bay?

Your mother.

- What, you got family or friends there?

- What's with all the questions, lady?

You a cop?

Not exactly.

I'm just trying to help. That's all.

- Yeah? I don't need your help.

- Hmm.

See, I think you do, especially knowing

what's in that backpack of yours.

Let me guess:
two bricks of brown...

...and a semiautomatic handgun?

Hmm?

The man who gave you that bag,

what's his name?

- He'll kill me for talking to you.

- He won't lay a finger on you.

He'll kill us both.

You know what happens...

...if you get busted with that bag?

Hmm?

- The cops will turn you into an informant.

- Yeah?

- Well, I ain't no snitch, so...

- Yeah, well, that doesn't matter.

All that matters is what people think.

And nobody likes talking to kids

who talks to cops. Right?

Especially where we come from.

Look, I'm on your side.

Come on, let's clean up that cut.

You got blood all over your shirt.

Stay right here.

Here you go.

Who did that to you?

Uncle?

- How you know Uncle?

- Don't worry about that.

Did he do that to you?

Where you going?

To teach somebody some manners.

Sh*t. I'm coming with you.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

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- What are you about to do?

- You just stay in the car.

Keep the doors locked. Okay?

Put your hood on.

What can I do for you?

It's all there. He didn't touch a thing.

A bit out of the way for you, isn't it?

I thought I'd, uh, return it.

- We don't want hard feelings.

- No hard feelings?

- Yeah.

- Oh.

You think because you're

Benny goddamn Spencer's girl...

...you get to walk in here and shoot

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