The Motherf**ker with the Hat

JACKIE: —Yeah, but his mother was a whore, and her boyfriend was a violent coke fiend, plus Chuchi’s real father liked fucking Little Chuchi in his ass whenever he paid the occasional visit, so, basically, Chuchi grew up to be a maniac. A killer at fourteen. I mean, we would literally sprint—not run—fuckin’ sprint if we saw his ass within a four-block radius. But what I didn’t know at the time was that Chuchi remembered about what my moms did for him, so, the funny thing is: he fuckin’ loved me. And I never knew it till I was like eighteen ’cuz I was always running. But ever since, it don’t matter what, he could be in the middle of a fuckin’ armed robbery, and if he saw me coming down the block, he’d be like, “Yo, Jackie O, what do you need.” It’s crazy. I mean, Chuchi once ripped a guy’s face off. Like actually peeled it off—it was in the Post. And yet he cried at my mom’s funeral like a baby. He didn’t wanna be a pallbearer—nah—he wanted to carry her

SCENE 4
The next day. Early evening. Veronica and Jackie’s apartment. Veronica is in the living room getting dressed, smoking a joint, and talking to someone in the bathroom.
VERONICA
: I can’t do this no more, okay?! It’s over for real! So please don’t gimme no static about it, ’cuz I’ll wrap a fuckin’ bedsheet ’round my head and go straight up bin Laden on you—I’ll fuckin’ destroy you! And I don’t wanna do that, but if you ever fuckin’ come back here again, that’s how it’s gonna be! And I’m being nice about this ’cuz it ain’t like we had nothin’, it was something. It was messed up, and it messed me up, and basically I’m ready to hurl myself off a building any fuckin’ minute now, but I’m not saying what we had was nothin’ because it wasn’t nothin’, but now it’s over, so leggo my Eggo and have a nice life nowhere the fuck near me, okay?! Don’t say good-bye. Just go . . .
(A man emerges from the bathroom. It’s Ralph. Naked.)
RALPH D
: . . . You know that woman sponsor he had when he first got out? He fucked her.
(Beat.)
VERONICA
: I know.
RALPH D
: Yeah. He told me after being with her, physi

The next day. Early evening. Veronica and Jackie’s apartment. Veronica is in the living room getting dressed, smoking a joint, and talking to someone in the bathroom.
VERONICA
: I can’t do this no more, okay?! It’s over for real! So please don’t gimme no static about it, ’cuz I’ll wrap a fuckin’ bedsheet ’round my head and go straight up bin Laden on you—I’ll fuckin’ destroy you! And I don’t wanna do that, but if you ever fuckin’ come back here again, that’s how it’s gonna be! And I’m being nice about this ’cuz it ain’t like we had nothin’, it was something. It was messed up, and it messed me up, and basically I’m ready to hurl myself off a building any fuckin’ minute now, but I’m not saying what we had was nothin’ because it wasn’t nothin’, but now it’s

Whenever I see you, you kiss me on the cheek, and smile that dopey smile, and sing Ralph’s praises to me, and act all carefree like nothing is wrong, and meanwhile you totally know that Ralph is doing his business every chance he gets.