Talk To Me Page #6

I do okay.

Now, this is just a side bet,

you understand.

Really?

What you say, Tibbs?

How about you play me

for a career?

One game, 9-Ball.

I win, you get me

a job down at that station.

And as you know,

I don't do windows.

And if you lose?

I leave you the f*** alone.

Well, then, let's play.

Well, all right.

I tell you what.

Here's another hundred

says you don't drop

a ball off the break.

(LAUGHS)

Mister Tibbs,

trying to talk a little sh*t!

I like your style, Tibbs!

Yeah, I'm gonna take some more

of your money.

VERNELL:
Get him!

I'm about to run this rack.

You're chalking up your cue a

little heavy there, ain't you?

I mean, that ain't

your cellmate's dick

you're holding.

(MAN LAUGHING)

Just for that, I'm gonna drop

the nine ball off the break.

Nigga, you couldn't drop your

drawers to f*** The Supremes

if all three of them was lying

butt-naked on this table.

What's the matter, big time?

You thinking

about all that money

lying in your lady's lap?

Is that why you're sweating?

Or maybe it's all that whiskey

you've been sucking on.

Or maybe you're sweating

'cause you know that even

if you give it your best shot,

you still might

leave 'em standing.

'Cause this ain't

Lorton anymore.

This is the real world.

And you ain't sh*t out here.

Are you through?

Knock 'em down, champ.

MAN:
All right.

Come on. Come on.

PETEY:
Baby.

MAN 1:
Yeah.

MAN 2:
There it go!

Damn!

Too bad, big time.

I had faith in you.

(CHATTERING)

One ball, corner.

Two ball, side pocket.

Three ball, corner.

See, negroes always think that

if you speak correct English,

or you wear clothes

other than clown suits,

that you're not real.

Four ball, side pocket.

And to you, what's real is

a nigga loud-mouthing, right?

Telling everybody

how bad he is while

he's looking for a handout.

Five.

But you give him a chance

to take what's his,

and he can't sink

one single ball.

Six.

Lucky seven!

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

Now, you were so busy

running your mouth,

you never really asked

yourself why I chose

a pool hall to meet.

'Cause this uppity nigga

could never have grown up

in these projects,

or made his way through school

hustling dumbass niggas

who thought he wasn't down.

They call me Mr. Hughes.

Grew up

in the Anacostia projects.

This con climbed the tower

in the yard back in Lorton.

He up there, man,

he's talking real...

You know, unflattering

about the warden's dick.

Nobody could talk

this cat down.

So they call Petey Greene,

man,

I talked this cat down

in five minutes, man.

Let's just say the warden was

very, very grateful.

Five minutes, huh?

Mmm-hmm.

But what the warden don't know

is it took me six months

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