The Metropolitan: formerly "The Ten Minute Play"
1998; Johns Hopkins University Press; Volume: 21; Issue: 1 Linguagem: Inglês
10.1353/cal.1998.0022
ISSN1080-6512
Autores Tópico(s)Themes in Literature Analysis
ResumoThe Metropolitanformerly “The Ten Minute Play”* Mark R. Green (bio) (Night time. A park in the Bronx. TY and RAHEIM sitting on a park bench. RAHEIM has a noticeable cut on his face. They have two forty ounce beers wrapped in brown paper bags. Both men are in their twenties, or thirties, or forties, or . . . ) TY You down? RAHEIM Yeah, I’m down. TY You sure? RAHEIM Yeah, I’m sure. TY Alright now. I heard he hangs here. We gotta take care of business. RAHEIM Right. TY Can’t let a nigga cut you and get away with it. [End Page 165] RAHEIM Yeah, I know. (TY pulls out a gun.) RAHEIM (Referring to gun.) Keep it low, OK? TY Man, chill out. Can’t nobody see. (TY hands gun to RAHEIM. Pause.) RAHEIM Good to see you. TY Huh? RAHEIM Good to see you man . . . away from all those other crazy . . . TY You know what your problem is? RAHEIM No, what? TY Your problem is . . . RAHEIM My problem is, yes. TY Your problem is you think too much. RAHEIM I think too much. [End Page 166] TY That’s what I said, you think too much. You let shit get to you. RAHEIM I know I do man, but I just wondered . . . TY You can’t let shit bother you, yo. Can’t let things get to you. RAHEIM I know, true, but . . . TY You gotta do what you gotta do. RAHEIM Gotta do, yeah, yeah, yeah. TY ‘Cause when shit bothers me, I get fucked up. RAHEIM Right. TY Drink a forty or hit a blunt. RAHEIM Right. TY Or both. RAHEIM I hear you, yo, I hear you, but . . . TY Like that time we shot that Rican muf’ fucka. RAHEIM Last fourth of July. TY Blowing off them cherry bombs. [End Page 167] RAHEIM Bad muf’ fuckin’ cherry bombs. TY We’re blowin’ them off, these kids get too close. RAHEIM Yup. TY So I’m trying to be nice, you remember that. RAHEIM I remember. TY Can’t be nice these days—and I’m like “yo, kids, move y’all little asses the fuck back. Shit’s dangerous.” So that little muf’ fucka started cryin’. RAHEIM Yup. TY Cryin’ to his father. So Pop comes out, with a gun, talking that boola, boola, bullshit, and I’m like, “yo, gun!” He starts firing—blah, blah, blah, we run. RAHEIM I busted my head against that Benz runnin’, remember? TY Fly Benz, yo. I remember . . . that muf’ fucka was fly as shit. So I’m like am I shot, am I shot? RAHEIM And I get lightheaded, fell . . . oh shit, I got shot! TY Right. RAHEIM I got shot in the head. Shit was wild. TY Shit was nasty, all that blood. [End Page 168] RAHEIM And if you weren’t there, yo, my ass woulda been dead. TY Yeah, yeah. RAHEIM I woulda died. Woulda drowned in my own blood. TY Well, you know. RAHEIM If you didn’t suck that blood out of my mouth, I woulda drowned. TY Nasty tastin’ blood too. RAHEIM I woulda died. TY Shit was nasty, man. RAHEIM I coulda died. (Pause.) TY That’s why when I went back to blow that muf’ fuckin’ Rican’s head off, I couldn’t be soft, right? Think about his kids. RAHEIM Right. TY His wife, mother, father . . . RAHEIM I hear that. TY . . . all I could do was think of you. Didn’t want nobody fuckin’ with my boy, right—you in the hospital, tubes all up your nose. [End Page 169] RAHEIM Yeah. TY He fucked with you, he fucked with me. I ain’t tryin’ to be fucked with. You know what I’m sayin’? Don’t fuck with me. RAHEIM Right. TY I’m the wrong muf’ fucka to fuck with. RAHEIM Right. (Pause.) TY You just can’t think about it. (Pause.) RAHEIM So when we gonna hook up again? TY Hook up? What are we doing now? RAHEIM Not like this. (Pause.) TY I don’t understand you, yo. RAHEIM What you mean? TY You get a bullet in your head, you get soft...
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