Chapter & Verse

My name is S. Lance Ingram.

They used to call me "L."

Or Crazy L from 118th.

Check these streets.

Check with your crew in the joint.

Find out who I am.

Man: Wait for it.

What about Pentium servers? A lot of our calls are for upsizing Cisco crossovers.

Yeah.

You know, walk me through it once, I'm good.

Okay, great, thanks. We'll get back to you.

You have to fill out the application online.

Once we check your background and your references,

then we'll call you for an interview.

- No jobs, no jobs. - I'll work the first week for free.

- Go away. - No harm, no foul.

- Check it, I'm good. - Hey, hey. Don't touch anything.

Come on, man. Give me a chance.

- Yes, police. - All right. All right, I'm leaving.

Enjoy the rest of your day. Thank you. Appreciate it.

How are you doing, sir?

Little change, dollar, smile,

a thumbs up, high-five.

Anything.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. Have a great day.

You've been a wonderful audience.

Man: When I call your name, I don't care where you are in line,

just step forward.

John Hand.

Man #2: All that DNA bullshit.

I liked it better in the old days when they gave you a cup to piss in.

Keep it down, folks.

Gulp down a half a bottle of vinegar,

your shit will still come out clean.

Man: Ingram.

Print it and sign it.

- Find a job? - Not yet.

- It's been four weeks. - I've been out there every day.

By rights, I should put you on a van back to Green Haven tomorrow.

Go there. 9:00 a.m.

Supervisor's name is Yolanda Reyson.

A food pantry?

Come on, Mr. Morris, they had me working in a mess hall

in the joint for eight years.

- Then you should be good to go. - I got two computer certificates.

I took piano lessons. You don't see my ass up in Carnegie Hall.

Be there 8:45,

or I'll cuff you on the prison van.

Fellas, curfew's at 9:00 p.m.

At 9:05, I lock the door and you're violated.

Have a good one.

- (chatter in distance) - (ball bouncing)

Go, go, go, go. All right, go ahead. Go, go, go.

All right, these pies, they should be sliced and put in trays.

Come on. Let's go.

We should've been prepping for dinner already.

What's going on over here, huh? Excuse me.

Half the clients are gonna starve before you make this delivery.

Cohen, you better wake up. You back on drugs?

Just what the clinic gives me for my nerves.

Mm-hmm. Santiago's out with the flu.

- And you are high on tranquilizers. - I'm fine.

All right, you know what? Follow me.

Move it.

Okay, you're gonna take the keys to van number two

and you are gonna handle this route.

- I needs to be out by two. Let's go. - I can't drive.

Oh, my goodness. Wow, another useless body.

Okay, do you know how to run a straight line?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Then run your butt to the subway and make the deliveries.

Make the deliveries.

Woman: I know we didn't discuss Harlem as a possible local,

but this is such an up-and-coming--

- It's the hottest new area. - No, no, no.

- I've heard that. - And I love this building.

- Woman #2: Wow. - Woman: Beautiful views

- of both Harlem and Central Park. - Man: Nice.

There's a rooftop garden and a garden in the back.

- Man: Yeah? - 1.2 million.

- Lovely. - All right. That's great, Faye.

- This is so nice for Harlem. - Faye?

Faye: Everything else around here has been going for much more,

so you're gonna save yourself a lot of money.

- I think they play tonight. - Yo, I got five on it.

Nah, nigga, I'm talking 30.

- If you wanna put money up. - All right, 30, bet.

- You got 30 on it? - 30.

- Bet on Gunners, nigga. - All right.

I wanna see the look on your face when them niggas lose in the first round.

- Hey, yo, you got that hook? - Yeah.

- Give it to Ty. - All right.

Come here, son.

Come here, Ty.

That's you over there.

I'll talk about it later. Hold up, hold up.

Grab that nigga's iPhone, too.

You heard?

Go do that.

- Man, fuck that! - Yo. What up?

What the fuck you mean, "what's up"?

Where the fuck you going, nigga?

Tag this motherfucker. Hit him again!

- Let him know what's up! - Ah!

Get him on everything!

- Come on, nigga. - Yeah, Gunner shit, bitch.

- (door opens) - Let me see some I.D.

- You're blind. - Are you deaf?

- It got a picture? - Yes.

- Whose? - Mine.

Okay, then. This is Harlem, you can't be too safe.

22. 23.

Yo, that was 25, son.

Where you learn how to count, my nigga?

Man, I learned how to count the same place as you, nigga.

That's not-- I'll show you what I got.

- Yeah, I can get up there, nigga. - (laughing)

- A'ight, one, two. - (grunting)

- All the way up, all the way down. - Three.

What's up?

Yo, you up there, Rodney.

Where the money at? Where the money?

Excuse me.

Move your ass out the way.

Hello?

Hello?

Food delivery.

Bread from the Heart.

Ty?

Get your crackhead ass out of my house!

Police!

Don't make me get my gun.

I'm delivering your dinner, ma'am. Bread from the Heart.

Well, you don't knock? You just walk up in people's houses?

- I don't know you. - I did knock.

The door-- the door was wide open.

I keep telling that boy to close that door.

- Where's Santiago? - Santiago out sick.

I just-- I just need you to sign the delivery paper, ma'am.

Just get--

They put cabbage on this plate?

That was the menu.

Y'all know I'm allergic to cabbage.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Bringing all this nasty food up in my house.

- You out your damn mind. - No, you out your damn mind.

- Crazy-ass woman. - Get your ass out of here.

- Crazy woman. - You just go ahead and leave!

Ingram.

Been looking for you. My office.

Eh, it just shutdown on me.

- That's all? - That's all.

I gotta get my monthly report out tonight.

Dime.

Paperclip.

Circuit board is loose.

This will hold for a while, but you need to upgrade.

You really know how to fix these things.

All right. Okay. I'll come in.

- Hey, man, I gotta get on that... - You out of here?

Okay, Cohan, why don't you take Santiago's route?

I'll go.

You need to be scrubbing pots and utensils.

I'll do that, too.

What do you want?

No salt. No cabbage. I made the plate myself.

Come on in.

- Thank you. - So, what you go to jail for?

The only people that deliver around here are junkies or convicts,

and you got too many muscles to be on drugs.

Got locked up for being stupid.

How much time they give you for that?

12 years.

Did eight.

- Those are my grandson's drawings. - They pretty good.

They gave him an art prize at his school.

Oh, and that's on my granddaddy's farm,

down in South Carolina.

Oh, wait. Let me show you this.

The Showman's Lounge.

I was a barmaid Thursday through Sunday for 30 years.

You looked good.

- What, I look bad now? - No. It's just--

No, no, no. You done put your foot in it.

No, I mean the afro and everything.

It's too late.

Now, that's my husband. Al.

I lost him five years ago to cancer.

And my son Alex. Lost him to Iraq.

Sorry.

Come sit. Finish your lemonade.

This show is funny.

Girl, what's you grow these with, crack?

Ty.

Excuse me.

Boy, what I tell you about drinking out of that container?