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Gracie Bookman
- Michael Casey: On behalf of the Mayor and myself, I'd like to thank each and every one of you for comin' here to this house of worship to try and settle matters regarding this serious and tragic situation. Now I will be leaving you in the privacy of the good Reverend Dorsey, who will mediate all sides. And if I can be of any help, I'll be right outside.
- Reverend Dorsey: Thank you Mr. Casey.
- Michael Casey: You're welcome.
- Reverend Dorsey: You know I've known the Bookmans for as long as I've been here. I've known Laurie Thompson here since she was what this high. Spy, Damien, see, I know your folks. And the rest of you, I know all your cousins, your aunts, your brothers and sisters. So I'm standing in the middle here. I am the mediator. So let's talk. Let's see if we can't stop this thing.
- Spyro: If the old man keeps his mouth shut, we'll call it done.
- Reverend Dorsey: Short, sweet and simple. Done is done, fact is fact and God's truth is the truth!
- John Bookman: That's why we're here Reverend. I want to know the truth. Who shot my father?
- Spyro: I thought we were being serious, Reverend! I don't want no jokes.
- Reverend Dorsey: Now, damage was done on both sides. Marvin Bookman did the wrong thing, but the retaliation was the wrong thing, too.
- Gracie Bookman: Just a minute. My husband didn't do anything wrong. These animals killed her son in front of our store.
- Kayo: Hold up. You don't know nothin' about that shit, bitch.
- John Bookman: That's pretty tough talk coming from a faggot like you who don't even know what sex his mother is.
- Reverend Dorsey: Johnny, please.
- Damien: Now, Reverend, this was our deal, but I'm going to throw this in the pot, and that's going to be it. Our boy, he missed his shot. And we don't miss many. Now if that old man can keep his fuckin' mouth shut then maybe, just maybe you'll be able to survive on our streets.
- Gracie Bookman: Burn in hell! Who do You think you are? You're nothing more than the dog shit we wash up from our sidewalks in the morning!
- Reverend Dorsey: Gracie, please.
- Gracie Bookman: Oh, quit this, Reverend. What kind of a deal is this? We spend our lifetime working and striving for goodness. And you sell us out to him? And here's our deal. I want everyone involved to turn themselves into the police. And I want the boy who shot my husband to confess. And maybe, just maybe, we'll let you survive.
- Damien: I'm out of here.
- [the rebels leave]
- Michael Casey: No you can't just walk out. What the hell happened here?
- Reverend Dorsey: I think World War lll was declared.
- [Marvin is in the hospital after being shot]
- Gracie Bookman: Marvin Bookman you're a damn fool.
- Lisa Bookman: You just lie still, Pop, and don't pay any attention to her.
- [John enters the room]
- John Bookman: Hello, Moms. How is he?
- Gracie Bookman: He was shot in the shoulder, but the doctor said he'd live.
- John Bookman: And how are you holding up?
- Gracie Bookman: I'm doin' fine now.
- [Hugs his sister]
- John Bookman: Sis.
- Marvin Bookman: Come here, John.
- John Bookman: How you doin, Pops?
- Marvin Bookman: Well, not goin' into the store today.
- John Bookman: I should have made you leave here a long time ago.
- Lisa Bookman: Made him? When's the last time anybody made him do anything?
- John Bookman: Pops, this place is just not...
- Marvin Bookman: This place was a good place. I come here with nothin', got a job US Steel.
- John Bookman: Yeah, yeah, I remember. The day the war ended you quit the mill with 9,500 in the bank.
- Marvin Bookman: Married your mother, bought the store. If I'd stayed in the mill I might've made foreman, but I'd be out of work by now. Maybe living on the streets like some of my friends. People work all their lives and wind up sleepin' in a cardboard box in a doorway. Is it any wonder these kids today don't want to work? They don't even want to live to grow old.
- John Bookman: I'm gonna get you out of here, so this can never happen to you again.
- Marvin Bookman: You should come back more. Your mother misses you.
- John Bookman: Yeah. Get some rest, okay? I got a friend in L.A. she's lookin' for an apartment close to me.
- Gracie Bookman: What are you talkin' about?
- John Bookman: You and Pops can't stay here anymore.
- Gracie Bookman: Well, you're just like them. Always trying to tell us what to do.
- John Bookman: But there ain't nothing here, Mom. You're living in the past.
- Gracie Bookman: My Johnny wouldn't talk like that.
- John Bookman: Come on, Mom, let's talk about this over a cup of coffee, okay?
- Gracie Bookman: All right.
- John Bookman: Good.
- [to his sister]
- John Bookman: Let me borrow your car.
- [They go outside where the detective is waiting]
- Detective Slatten: Mrs. Bookman.
- Gracie Bookman: Oh, stay the hell away from me. My husband had to go and do the right thing. Where were you? You knew what those animals could do.
- Detective Slatten: Mistakes were made. We got there too late.
- Gracie Bookman: Marvin made the mistake. Trusting you people.
- Detective Slatten: I know you won't believe this, but I'm gonna find the one that did this to your husband.
- Gracie Bookman: Oh, you're just a waste of time.