STERLING: I want you to remember that now . . .  for the next time I see you. Then I’ll teach you something else. Okay?

HAMBONE: He gonna give me my ham. He gonna give me my ham.
(MEMPHIS enters.)

MEMPHIS: These white folks crazy. Tell me my deed say they can give me anything they want for my building. Say it got a clause. I told them I don’t care nothing about no clause. What kind of sense that make if they can give me what they want?

HOLLOWAY: How much they offer you?

MEMPHIS: Fifteen thousand dollars! I raised all kind of hell. The judge looked at me like I was crazy. I told them I got a clause too. They ain’t the only one got a clause. My clause say they got to give me what I want for it. It’s my building. If they wanna buy it they got to meet my price. That’s just common sense. I raised so much hell the judge postponed it . . .  told me talk to my lawyer. The lawyer looked at the deed and told me that they was right. I told him, “I don’t need you no more.” Fired him on the spot. He supposed to be on my side. They left it like that till I could get me another lawyer.

HOLLOWAY: Who was your lawyer?

MEMPHIS: Chauncey Ward. Supposed to be a big nigger down there. Chauncey Ward III. His daddy was a judge. You remember Chauncey Ward. The first black judge they had down there. He was death on niggers. Give one fellow five hundred years.

HOLLOWAY: I know Chauncey Ward.

MEMPHIS: This his son. Ain’t even looked at the paper good . . .  talking about they right. I don’t care what the paper say, he supposed to fix it so they meet my price. I left out of there and called me one of them white lawyers, which is what I should have done in the first place. Fellow named Joseph Bartoromo.

STERLING: You got insurance? If you got insurance you could burn it down.