Shadow, we're going to be releasing you
later this afternoon.
Your wife--
...she died in the early hours of this morning.
Was a-- an automobile accident...
Wednesday: Also, you lost something vital in there, not just time.
If I was inclined, what might I call you?
I could be Mr. Wednesday with a shake of the handed.
Sweeney: How much has our man told you?
[screams]
You're my man now.
Sweeney: Do you know who he is?
Who he really is?
♫♫
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[distant thunder rumbling]
♫♫
_
Man: Oh, she long dead.
[people gasp]
She wouldn't give it up for Johannes up there
so he threw her off the boat.
Did you know your momma couldn't swim?
You all need to work on that. Take swimming lessons.
This is how we get stereotypes.
Anansi...
You want help?
Fine.
Let me tell you a story.
"Once upon a time, a man got fucked."
Now, how is that for a story?
'Cause that's the story of black people in America.
[chuckles]
Shit, you all don't know you black yet.
You think you just people.
Let me be the first to tell you
that you are all black.
The moment these Dutch motherfuckers set foot here
and decided they white,
and you get to be black,
and that's the nice name they call you...
Let me paint a picture
of what's waiting for you on the shore.
You arrive in America,
land of opportunity, milk and honey,
and guess what?
You all get to be slaves.
Split up, sold off and worked to death.
The lucky ones get Sunday off to sleep and fuck
and make more slaves, and all for what?
For cotton? Indigo?
For a fucking purple shirt?
The only good news is
the tobacco your grandkids are gonna farm for free
is gonna give a shitload
of these white motherfuckers cancer.
And I ain't even started yet.
A hundred years later.
You're fucked.
A hundred years after that.
Fucked.
A hundred years after you get free,
you still getting fucked out a job
and shot at by police.
You see what I'm saying?
This guy gets it.
I like him.
He's getting angry.
Angry is good.
Angry gets shit done.
You shed tears for Compé Anansi,
and here he is, telling you
you are staring down the barrel
of 300 years of subjugation,
racist bullshit and heart disease.
He is telling you there isn't one goddamn reason
you shouldn't go up there right now
and slit the throats
of every last one of these Dutch motherfuckers
and set fire to this ship!
_
[chuckles]
You already dead, asshole.
At least die a sacrifice
for something worthwhile.
Let the motherfucker burn!
Let it all burn!
[grunts]
- [men clamoring] - [chains rattling]
[chains rattling]
♫♫
[groans]
- Man: Were you shot at? - No.
[grunts]
Man: If you were, I'd have to call the cops.
No.
No. No cops.
[pounding on door]
The fuck you do?
Why, it depends on who you ask.
You ask the girl's mother, she'll say I did a series of unspeakable things.
You ask that mouth-breather she calls a boyfriend,
he'll be at a loss for words.
But you ask the girl herself,
I'm guessing she'll say I opened a few doors.
Come on, ask her yourself.
I'm asking you what do knods empty-handed.
Money situation's a little tight at the moment,
so we can agree now you bring me receipts
or you don't skim more than a reasonable 5 percent.
Oh... I'm not gonna steal from you.
You can't look out for yourself,
how the hell you gonna look out for me?
[indistinct announcement over P.A.]
Not so fast. We need to talk, Shadow.
Look at me, Shadow, all in hi-def.
We shot the show in 35mm, cutting edge.
Looks like hell in the transfer.
Funny how things supposed to make you look good
only make it worse.
I can't even fill the whole screen.
The fuck is this?
Just little old me.
Talking to Lucille Ball.
Lucy Ricardo.
I'm all sorts, Shadow.
The screen is the altar.
I'm the one they sacrifice to.
Then till now.
Golden Age to Golden Age.
They sit side by side, ignore each other,
and give it up to me.
Now they hold a smaller screen on their lap
or in the palm of their hand
so they don't get bored watching the big one.
Time and attention,
better than lamb's blood.
Huh.
They beat your pretty face all up.
I hate that.
I hate that they were hurting you, Shadow.
I would never do that to you, honey.
No, I want to offer you a job.
- Doing what? - Working for me.
I want you in my camp with us.
Look at it like this, Shadow:
We're the coming thing.
We are already here.
Multiple Lucys: We are self-driving cars and 3D printers
and subdermal time-release insulin.
And your old boss is still selling oranges on the side of the road.
Not even organic.
We are now and tomorrow...
and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
And he ain't even yesterday anymore.
I heard about the trouble you had with the Technical Boy.
I was impressed with how you dealt with him.
Efficient, no-nonsense, effective.
Who'd have thought you had it in you?
He was underestimating you, sweetheart.
They all are.
Not a mistake I'll make.
Yeah, well I don't want to work for you, I-Love-Lucy.
We're done.
Whatever the old guys are giving you,
I can give you so much more.
You name it, honey.
What do you need?
Hey, you ever wanted to see Lucy's tits?
Ricky: Lucy!
[Ricky shouting in Spanish]
[studio audience laughing]
Don't fight gravity, Shadow.
I've been at this a while,
not as long as some, but I've seen things.
Guys like you end up a suicide every time.
I'm trying to help you keep your neck out of the belt.
[indistinct television chatter]
That went as well as can be expected.
Oh, you all gassed up and ready to go?
I think I'm losing my mind.
Well, when will you know for sure?
I've heard of guys losing it when they get out.
Are you trying to wiggle your way out of this job?
Lucy--
- I-Love-Lucy talked to me. - Oh, the television program?
No, Lucy herself came-- This is so fucking crazy.
- And like the rest of your life is sane? - Lucy talking to me
from the TV is weirder by several orders of magnitude
than anything that's ever happened to me.
So far.
Oh, at times the universe does seem
to have singled you out for unique abuse.
In these moments, you gotta ask yourself:
Would I rather be ignored?
Yes.
Okay, yes, ignore me.
Always better dead than forgotten.
And no one is ever gonna forget you.
Now, flattering as that may be,
this, on top of your other adventures--
Hmm.
Sudden onset of strange.
Fair cause for consternation, unless strange is a new language
and what we're doing here is vocabulary building.
Fuck your vocabulary.
Okay? This is gibberish.
Seems you have a choice. You may have to consider
that you didn't see what you saw.
- Or... - Or you did.
The world is either crazy or you are.
They're both solid options. Take your pick,
and when you decide, come and tell me.
But don't rush into it. Take your time.
Difficult decision.
They threatened to reprogram reality.
I mean, is-- Is that what this is?
Are they just fucking with my head?
Are yo
[chuckles]
♫ She only stirred ♫
♫ With her spoon ♫
♫ And it was done ♫
♫ Now my drink is bitter ♫
♫ The secret of spoons ♫
♫ Forgotten ♫
♫ When my voice breaks ♫
♫ On this song ♫
♫ Remember old love gone ♫
♫ And drink ♫
♫ Your bitter coffee
[sighs]
♫ And drink it ♫
♫ Bitter coffee ♫
So at sunrise,
I get to knock your brains out.
And you will go down on your knees...
willingly.
Is good?
A shame.
You're my only black friend.
[thunder rumbles]
Sync & corrections by honeybunny www.addic7ed.com
[crow caws]