All language subtitles for Good Times s04e24 Love Has a Spot on His Lung 2

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.

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 over here.

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.

Well, keep your hands off the equipment.

Well, 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. It took six months

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, what are you thinking about, JJ?

Hey, lady, what room do 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 know what you

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 in, come in, come in.

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.

Okay, okay.

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

eternal optimist. You must open every
box of Cracker Jacks thinking you're

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 muster, 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. 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 my sandwich on white bread.

That tears!

No, no, 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.

Uh, 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.
Sturgis.

How do you know Dr.

Sturgis? Oh, 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.

I don't know. We forgot to call the cops
back.

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

He's 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 when we die.

Good times with videotape in front of a
studio audience.