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Good time! Anytime you need a payment. Good time!

Anytime you need a free.

Good time!

Anytime you're up and under.

Not getting hassled, not getting hustled. Keeping your head up for water.

Making a way when you can.

Temporary layoffs. Good time!

I'm going to call the police. But JJ's staying out all night.

Oh, Ma, at JJ's age, it's embarrassing for his mother to be calling the police.

Now, look, Ma, we told you that he went out looking for call, right? Yes, yes.

And they're probably together.

Oh, Flo, I looked everywhere, honey. No sign of him. Are you sure you looked in

the right places? For JJ, I'm sure.

I talked to voluptuous Vanessa, sexy Samantha, passionate Priscilla, the

thriller.

Not exactly, honey. I got him two dates and a weekend in Wisconsin.

Nobody saw him. Just Ned DiWana.

What? That was three bottles ago.

Oh, that does it.

I'm going to call the police.

Operator, give me the police.

Hello?

I want to report my son missing.

Yes, his name is James.

Come on, you let him go too far. Hello?

Yes, his name is James Evans Jr.

He's 6 '2", 120 pounds.

No, he was not on the critical list.

What was he wearing?

Hold on, I know if I'm wearing it.

Yes, officer?

Yeah, okay. He was wearing a burgundy turtleneck sweater.

And he had tan pants on with the gray, red, and tan scarf around his neck with

plaid jacket.

Oh, yeah, and he has a denim cap on, probably.

What do you mean, why do we want him back?

Why do we want him back?

Give me that phone.

You just find him.

I'm at 721 North Gilbert.

Go take it easy. He can take care of himself, honey. Don't worry so much.

Hey, folks, you ready to have the place painted?

Today? I told you about it last week. Oh, any other day, but today I've got

enough bad news already.

J .J.'s missing.

Yeah? What's the bad news?

Bookman, J .J. is my son.

That's bad, but it ain't news.

Hey, Bookman, I know you are the kind of dude that likes a real funny joke,

right? That's me, Miss Woods. Honey, I got one for you. Come here. Let me show

you.

First you step outside, right? Okay.

Here's how we play it.

Knock, knock. Who's there?

Not you, booger.

Congratulations, Maloney. You just stampeded your first buffalo.

place today.

Hey, lady, you a member of the painter's union? Certainly not.

Keep your hands off the equipment.

Bookman, get these men out of here.

Look, Mrs. Evans, either we paint the place today or you have to wait till the

next time. That'll be two years from now. I don't care.

Hold it now. Let them paint while they're here, honey. Took six months to

them here, remember?

Okay, okay, but stay out of my way.

Ah, don't you worry, Mrs. Evans. We're professional painters. You'll never even

know that we're here. All right.

All right!

About JJ, when you are... Now, what color do you want? You got your choice

two. You got your white and you got your off -white. White and off -white. How

off is the off -white?

Green.

I'll take the white. That's a good choice.

Now, anything about JJ?

Hey, lady, what room you want us to start in? Personally, I prefer the

room. The living room is fine.

I'd rather start in the bedroom myself.

Well, then start in the bedroom.

Why do you like him better than me?

Right now, I don't like either one of you. Here I go.

All right, all right. Okay, let's go. You got your color? Right.

You got your equipment?

Right. You got your room? Right. Now you know what to do next. Right.

Coffee break.

Oh, no, you won't. You cats ain't hit a lick of work yet, man. Come on, get off

your rope. Move. I want to see those brushes flying.

I want to see paint, paint, paint.

You know, he... ain't been the same since he saw Roots. I don't know what

mean.

Hey, let's move it.

Let's move it, fellas. Move it. Okay, I got him started. I'll see you later.

Hey, wait a minute, Bookman. Where do you think you're going?

I got to make a phone call.

Besides, I can't stand the smell of paint.

Or the sight of work.

Oh, Ilona.

I just know something awful has happened to J .J. Flo, try to take it easy.

Drink your coffee and relax, okay?

Relax. Well, now, first you stamp the top down and nice and tight.

You stir it to the left and you stir it to the right. You give the brush a

shake, you give the roller a jerk.

And that's what we call starting to work.

painted by two rejects from the Gong Show.

Oh, no, it isn't.

J .J.!

Hi, Ma.

Hi, Florida.

J .J., are you all right? You don't look so good. Did something happen?

Please, Ma, can we hold it down? My head.

It's fine, Florida. He's just got a hangover, that's all.

A hangover?

Mr. Dixon, do you have a hangover?

Yep.

Mr. Dixon, what have you done to J .J.? Ma, don't yell at Carl.

If he's going to yell at anybody, yell at me.

All right.

I will.

Florida, I take full responsibility.

Responsibility? Now, that's a strange word coming from you.

Look, Florida, I want to talk... J .J., where were you all night?

Well, we started out drinking at Howie's Bar and Grill.

We were having a real good time until J .J. smart -mouthed the truck driver.

Oh, no. Then what happened? Nothing. We just picked J .J. up off the floor and

everything calmed down.

J .J., now you know better than to mess around with a truck driver.

You're right, Michael. But I thought I could handle this chick.

That still doesn't sound like it took all night.

It didn't.

We spent the rest of the night looking for Carl's car.

See, when I drove to the bar, I parked in an underground garage.

Yeah, when we got out of the bar, somebody moved the garage.

Nobody can move an underground garage, J .J.

Guess you're right, Dumber.

Hey, Carl, you think you parked in the sewer?

There's nothing to laugh at.

Now, J .J., you know how worried I get. The least you could have done was Carl.

I did, Mom. That phone did not ring here.

Well, I told somebody's mom I was going to be out all night.

Oh, my God.

Oh, don't worry, lady. That bucket was empty.

Oh, my... But that one wasn't.

You are ruining my house.

Mom, you got anything for a hangover?

I got a headache in my teeth and an egg in my nose.

You poor baby, your head hurt, huh? Well, I got a remedy for you.

A glass of tomato juice with a raw egg.

A teaspoonful of red pepper.

A clove of garlic.

And that'll fix my headache?

No, honey, but when it hits your stomach, you'll forget all about that

your head.

I'll help you, Your Honor.

J .J., maybe you need to eat something.

A hot cup of coffee should do him some good.

You heard the lady.

Coffee break.

Good thinking.

Here's to Mr. Coffee.

Here's to Mrs. Olsen.

Who needs them?

Don't worry, Carl.

I won't tell anybody about your war wound.

War wound?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. War wound, right.

J .J., you be sure and keep it a secret.

Don't worry, Carl. This is the kind of thing only us men can understand.

Hey, J .J., come here, come here, come here.

Man, you spent all last night with Carl. Did you find out why he was leaving

Mama? Yeah, I found out. You did? Now tell us, come on. This is not the kind

thing a man tells to his sister.

All right, I'm your brother, tell me.

All right, Michael, here it is. You see what happened with...

When J .J. talks, everybody listens.

Look here, Michael.

You know, when a man goes into the army, he has to give up certain things.

Right. Well, let's just say that Carl's an overachiever.

All righty. Sugar?

Sugar. Cream? Cream. Rat poison?

Rat poison?

Mm -hmm.

If you're going to serve coffee to a dude that's just jilted, you at least

sure it's his last cup.

Ma, I found out why Carl left, and he had a good reason. I don't even want to

know the reason. I do.

So do I.

Let me put it to you this way, Ma.

War is hell.

JJ, take this coffee.

And get out of my way.

Here's your coffee, Mr. Dixon.

What?

Florida, we have to talk it out.

I thought your strong suit was walking out.

Okay, okay. I deserve that.

And I deserve an explanation. I'm trying to give you one.

First you walk out of here and you don't tell me why.

Okay, you're right.

But now I'd like to tell you why. And then you come right back and you still

don't tell me why.

Look, will you give me a chance?

All I can hear is some nonsense from J .J. about a war.

Florida, I came back because yesterday I found out something.

And I figured this isn't the time to start a long relationship.

I don't understand.

Yesterday I found out I have lung cancer.

Oh, my God.

And that's why I'm selling the shop and leaving town.

Cancer. Oh, Carl, why didn't you tell me?

Look, Florida, I wanted to, but I'm having trouble facing it myself.

Late to come through, lunch break.

Lunch break? You just had a coffee break, and you haven't done a lick of

yet. Strong union.

Florida, they're going to operate, and after that, who knows?

Carl, you'll have plenty of time. Hey, where do you keep the tomatoes?

In the refrigerator.

You have plenty of time.

You read every day about people surviving cancer operations.

Lord, are you an eternal optimist. You must open every box of Cracker Jacks

thinking you're going to find gold.

I found you, didn't I?

Maybe you can find the mayonnaise.

One more minute and my fist is going to find his nose.

Don't get yourself upset. I'm not getting upset. Look, I'm going to have

operation.

And after that, I'll have one month, two, three, who knows?

Hey, uh, how about you folks give me a hand with this tarp here?

This guy must have been inhaling his turpentine.

What was I thinking about smoking the way I did for 25 years? That was just

plain stupid. What the hell do you want?

A pickle.

We're out of pickles.

All right, all right.

Oh, by you.

It just isn't fair.

Come on, Claude. A life is a crapshoot.

Only in my case, the dice were loaded.

You know, you're on a monster, too.

Why do you have to go away?

Why don't you stay here with people who love you, who can take care of you? Take

care of me? Yes.

No, thanks.

And your lettuce is wilted.

How would you like your tongue wilted? Oh, please.

Just one more time. Just one more time. All this over a little piece of lettuce?

Come on.

Come on.

Florida, I met you, and that's all the luck I got coming to me.

So let me cut out while I'm ahead.

Yesterday you were going to ask me to marry you.

That was yesterday.

I love you.

Florida, I love you too, but I've got... All you have here is brown bread.

I like the, uh... My sandwich on, uh, white bread.

That tears!

Nope, nope. This one is mine.

You want white bread?

Oh, yes, please.

my scraper on the couch.

Hey,

any

of you guys named Thelma?

That's me.

You just had a phone call.

Who was it?

Could have been a very important call.

Don't worry, Tom. As long as your phone number's still written on the phone

booth wall, it'll call back.

Hey, hey, hey!

What's going on here?

Everything but the painting, booger.

Then you're lucky. The people in 714 are still trying to get the paint off their

parakeets.

Hey, come on, fellas. Let's paint those walls.

Hey, I'm sorry for leaving you alone with these loonies, Mrs. Evans, but I

have an important phone call to make.

As a matter of fact, it turned out to be about you.

About Carl?

Yeah. Hey, can I talk to you for a minute, Carl?

Bookman, we're having a very private conversation here.

Hey, it'll take just a minute.

It's very important, Mrs. Evans, believe me.

Florida, I'll be right back.

Come on, you're getting paid to paint, fellas.

Gee whiz. Try to get white people to work.

I think the kids should know the truth.

Helena, kids.

I've got something to tell you.

Okay, Bookman.

What's so important?

Hey, we got a mutual friend, Dr. Sturges.

How do you know Dr.

Sturges? We're old friends.

He asked me to talk to you about the operation you're having.

Dr. Sturges has a big mouth.

Yeah, but he cares, man. Yeah, and he's telling everybody and his brother I got

cancer. And everybody's saying there goes Carl Dixon. He's got the big C.

him across the street.

Well, who wants that crud?

Whether I got six months or six days, I'm splitting.

Hey, man, you think you're so brave planning six months to live?

That don't make you brave. That makes you a quitter. Who the hell are you

calling a quitter? Hey, I'm telling you, you can beat it. But you got to stop

planning to die and start planning to live.

Where do you come off giving me advice?

Dr. Sturgis asked me to talk to you. If I wanted a second opinion, I wouldn't

consult a janitor.

Hey, listen, man.

You know the operation you're going to have? It ain't no big thing.

I had the same thing five years ago.

Oh, wow.

You did?

Yeah. That's the reason Dr. Sturgis turned me on to you. He believes in the

buddy system.

That's incredible.

Dr. Sturgis told me that the odds for a black man to make it even that long are

six out of a hundred.

You sure are lucky.

Hey, it ain't just luck.

It was detected early. The same break you got.

Break?

Are you willing to give me a written guarantee I'll make it for five years?

Ah, hey, I wouldn't take five years myself.

I said, take it back, brother. Give me 25 years.

Take John Wayne, the Duke himself.

He had the same operation. He's still going strong.

And you can do it, too.

John Wayne, huh?

Yeah. Haven't you seen the commercial?

Well, hello, pilgrims.

This is John Wayne talking.

You know, my friends at the American Cancer Society need your help. So I'm

deputizing you to have regular checkups. Yes, sirree, Bob. This is the old Duke.

I'm reminding you to shoot straight.

Stand tall in the stairs and never sit on your saddle horn. Ya -ha -ha.

Are you telling me I got to be tough?

Yeah. At least you got to be as tough as the Duke. I am.

But you got to keep saying to yourself every day, I'm going to make it.

It can't happen to me.

I ain't going to die.

I'm going to live.

I'm going to live.

John Wayne, huh?

But, Ma, I don't understand why Carl is leaving Chicago.

I mean, we're like his family. He really needs us now.

It was Carl's decision, honey.

And we've got to respect his wishes. What? I've got to talk to you. And not

that, I want everybody to hear this.

No! No!

Easy, Paul.

I'll get it. I got it.

It's the police!

Is this the Evans residence?

Evans? Didn't they move Palm Springs, wasn't it, JJ?

Will you stop that nonsense?

Good news, Mrs. Evans. We found your son.

Oh, no. We forgot to call the cops back.

Officer, there's been a mistake. You see, I... Bring him in, Charlie.

Not my son.

Believe me, Mrs. Evans, I understand why you don't want to admit it.

I told you, my name's Jerome.

Wait a minute, let me check this thing out here.

Poor lady, you got two of them.

I don't know why you picked this man.

He don't look nothing like me.

He lacks my, uh...

The police wouldn't have me. The garbage folks would.

Shut up!

Shut up!

I must admit one thing. You do show remarkably good taste in clothes.

Shut up.

Okay, I didn't mean to yell.

But I didn't know any other way to get attention in this asylum.

Officer, take this young man out, please.

Go ahead, Carl.

Thank you, Florida.

Okay.

Now, you know I got cancer.

I was going to have the operation and leave town.

But I've changed my mind.

What?

I'm going to have the operation, but I'm not leaving town.

I've been living here for years, and this is where I'm going to keep on

on.

Hoopman, I'm going to beat it.

I'm not done yet. I got something here.

Florida, this is for you.

Oh, Carl.

Florida, will you marry me? Yes!

I need one more yes.

Yes!

Yes, Carl.

Just looking out of the window Watching the asphalt road

Thinking how it all looks and we die

Good times with videotape in front of a studio audience.

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