The Wooden Camera Page #5

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She said you were | kissing one!

I kissed him on the cheek. | That's all!

Don't mix with black kids.

Why not?

Just don't.

Listen to me, | you stay away from them!

Okay?

Okay, dad. | Whatever.

And get rid of that thing | in your nose.

How can I help you?

- Hold those still. | - Yeah?

- Put it right in front of the lens. | - Okay.

Turn it-- There.

There it is, yeah.

- Like this? | - Yeah.

- Are you sure? | - Positive.

When I move the camera,

you move with it, right?

Okay.

This is good, man.

Can I try like this?

Yeah, yeah. | Just keep it there.

I said I heard the clap of the gun

And then I saw this woman fall

My mother's scary soul | was gone

I felt him rise above the light

And saw him soar | into the night

And then I knew | God, I knew

I found a new kind of love

Do it! Do it!

What's up?

Come, let's go chill together.

Where's Madiba | and the others?

Township, I guess. | Come on, let's go.

But don't worry, | he'll be here.

I know Madiba, | he's my friend.

You know, | Madiba brought me

my first piece of bread | in the township.

He adopted me, yeah.

He is responsible.

Exec.

Come bring some stuff here.

Fast, man!

Baby, you see this thing?

You pull your breath in

and then you take it out.

Watch.

See?

Come on, man.

This don't bite.

Nice, ya?

Estelle, what the hell | are you doing there?

Come on, get in the car.

If you don't come, | I'll have to tell your father.

If you tell my father,

I'll tell him | that you snort coke.

I gotta go.

See ya.

Sure, pretty.

Estelle? I love you. | You must come back.

Shh.

To your left.

I have bought | new tapes for you.

But first, let me | show you something.

This way. Here.

You move, | I blow your brains out!

Hey, hey! I'm in!

Ah, good. | Close the door.

Close the door! | Close the door!

Close the door!

Turn this thing around! | Come on, man, let's go!

Let's go, man!

Come on, man!

Turn around!

Come on, man! | Come on, come on!

Go on, man. | Stop, stop!

Faster, man!

Don't you dare look at me!

Come on, man. | Turn it around.

Stop this car! | Madiba!

Hey, Madiba, come on!

Hey, Madiba, | come on, man!

Get out! Get out!

Get out! Get out! | Piece of sh*t!

Give me money!

Get down on | your knees right now!

Money, money! | Your watch!

Down on your knees!

I will shoot you.

Don't look at me!

Who is this boy, Madiba?

What is he doing | with a gun?

He worries me.

Is he a friend of yours?

It's none of my business,

but if you want some advice,

leave the boy alone.

He don't go anywhere, | unlike you.

Get out of his life.

- He's not good for you. | - No!

He's my friend.

Estelle, you're not | concentrating!

Let's start again, please.

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