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Ah! Black Jack, I win.

Seven times in a row, I'm out.

Hey, I guess some people got it and some people don't.

Yeah, but that ain't fair, Pam.

I mean, you got advantage.

You had all 'em lucky horse shoes.

Now, isn't that a coincidence? You're little like a jockey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. I'm sorry, I'm late.

- Hi, Tommy. - Hey, baby.

Just got off work.

- Tommy, off work? - Yeah.

Man, please, I ain't good with all that job stuff.

Damn, I'm sure you got better excuses

swimming around up there, you're super dumb.

Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just deal me in.

Alright, I'll deal you in.

With your no job, however that is.

See, Tommy, you done got him started.

Why you always get him into that job stuff?

That's okay, baby. He's just jealous.

- Thank you, babe. - Jealous of what?

Please. Okay? I know where the hell I work.

- Hmm, somebody at the door. - Just get the door.

I'll get it. Well, Tommy should be getting the door.

He ain't done nothing all day.

- Yeah. - Say, brother.

I got your pizza here.

You ain't got my pizza. I ain't order no damn pizza.

Oh, hey, hey. Hold up. Now this still hot.

I'm letting it go at a discount rate.

I don't do that for everybody.

First of all, who are you? Okay?

A-a-and second of all, okay

where, uh, where-where did you get the pizza?

You know something? You ask a lot of questions.

I'm just trying to help you out.

- You tryin' to help me out? - Oh, hey, Martin.

Okay, okay. Hold, hold, hold, hold. I know. I know. I know.

- You know, he don't even.. - Okay, I know, Martin.

But you see, I've always wanted to help a brother out.

You know? Besides, I'm a little hungry.

- How much for the pizza, bro? - For you?

- $15. - Fifteen..

- Fifteen.. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ah, that-that's a hell of a notch you got there, Tommy.

- Yeah. - Where did you get it?

Oh, come on, Martin. You know how I do.

Here you go, bro, you keep the change.

You know, man, you're cool

but we go back like spinals cords in car seats.

But your man right here got a bad attitude, chief.

Here. Enjoy your meal.

Yeah, well, uh, Malcolm's Chop-shop.

No, no. This ain't no Clarence.

Yeah, does Tommy Strawn work there?

No, no. You don't, you don't have one, huh?

Okay. Well, thank you.

What's up, baby? What're you doing?

Baby, I'm trying to find out where Tommy works.

Why are you all up in Tommy's business?

Because, Gina, we should know what all our friends are into.

Huh, I got your back. I'm watching our back.

So, me and you don't get caught in, in nothing out there.

I don't think you should jump to conclusions

unless you have some facts.

Facts? Oh, I got the facts, Gina.

That wad of money Tommy had the other day..

What is all that? Where is he getting that?

The expensive clothes he wears.

Where is he getting all this cream, Gina?

Where is he getting that dollar-dollar bill?

Are you up in here with it?

Why don't you just ask his mother what he does?

I did. She don't know. She asked me.

Martin, my best friend has finally found somebody special

now you're seeing he's a crook. That's your boy. That's wrong.

Look, baby, I just call it how I see it. Okay?

All I'm saying, if he walk like a duck and quack like a duck

he's a damn duck.

See, Gina, when the truth comes, falsehood vanishes.

And falsehood is forever vanishing things, baby.

What?

I don't know, I'm on a roll.

Just flow with it. When..

Back up. Come forward.

Martin, what are you doing now?

Gina, I'm just studying body language.

I'm trying to get to the bottom of all this Tommy stuff.

Well, whatever you do tonight, don't start asking Tommy

a whole bunch of crazy questions, please.

Oh, no, no, don't worry, Tommy is going to

tell me everything I want to know

without opening his mouth.

- Your body never lies. - Martin, that is crazy.

- Did you just roll your eyes? - Mm-hmm.

Let me go to the eye roll chapter. Hold on.

According to the eye roll chapter..

...you're trying to disregard me, huh?

Whatever.

Is that a little finger tibity tap-tap-tap?

Let me-let me-let me go over there. Let's see.

Well, according to the finger chapter..

...I'm getting on your damn nerves, huh.

You know somethin', there might be

something to this book after all.

Alright, whatever, Gina, you ain't

got to believe me, but look

just watch Tommy. Okay?

When he folds his arms

that means he's on the defensive.

He don't want to be messed with.

Okay, when he-when he sticks his finger in his ear..

Argh, argh.

Girl, it means he's straight up lying.

Hey! You all ready yet?

- Setting up his lie already. - Give me this.

Well, well, well, what's happening, Tommy?

What-what-what's going down, Donkey Kong?

Ah, nothing much, short doggy dog.

- You want a dog, do you? - Okay, okay.

- I'll rip you out. - Martin.

- Down, down, boy. Down. - What's up?

Sorry I'm late, man. Got held up at work.

- Held up? - Mm-hmm.

- At work? - Yes.

Again?

Look, we all playing pool or not?

Come on. I mean, what's the rush?

We could play pool anytime.

Well, you know, we don't sit and talk anymore.

I mean, can we get a rap?

Can we yigitty-yagaty-yak for a minute? Huh?

M-Martin, can-can we talk while we play pool, man?

No, Tommy, I want your undivided attention.

Sit on down here. Talk to me.

Oh! So-so..

What you've been doing all day, Tommy?

Huh, you know man, uh..

Uh...working. You know, doing what I do.

Uh..

Uh...he's straight up lying.

Uh-huh, so, Tommy.

You mean to tell me..

...you got a regular job like the rest of us?

Hell, yes, Martin. Alright?

I have a job from- 00 to- 00, just like all of you.

- Oh, snap. - Foldin' of the arms.

You see how he's folding the arm like this?

Keep it on the down, babe. Keep it on the down, down.

Ah, Tommy, on this normal job.,

Tell us what you do? Quick. Come on, Tommy, spit it out.

- What you do? - Whoa, w-wait a minute, Martin.

I don't have to prove to you

that I've a damn job. Alright?

Scratching the head. That's a new one.

Let's check the book. Let's check the book.

What is it, babe? What is it?

Uh, Hold on, hold on.

We'll find it. Okay. Um..

According to the scratching at the head chapter..

Look, look. Look w-what does that say?

"Bold-headed lies."

"Bold-headed lies."

Excuse me, what is all this

sneaky little whispering about?

I mean, that's rude, that's very, very rude.

I'll tell you what's it about, Pam.

I'm sick and tired of your man Tommy lying

about having a job.

Y-you know what, hold on, babe.

Hold on, I'll get it.

I'm getting little sick and tired of you

telling me that I don't.

Ooh! Did he jump through the space?

Hold it, Gina, hold it right--

I got you, I got you.

Now, that's my boy. That's my boy. I grew up with him.

I grew up with him.

First of all, Tommy, okay?

All I'm saying to you is what do you do, man?

Who, who-who-who-who you're talking to?

Mm-hmm.

- You! - Me?

- You. - Probably me.

Well, no, bro. No, no.

See, you can't be talking to me.

'Cause I'm a grown ass man.

Well, I'm a grown man too, Tom--

I'm a grown man, too. What's up?

- Baby, hold me on the balance. - I got you, baby. I got you.

- Martin, please, man. - What's up?

- Come on, baby, let's go. - What's up?

You know you done messed up right, Tommy?

No, no, you're messed up.

No, you done the messed up.

Pam, Pam, look.

We're just trying to find out the truth. Okay?

No, Gina, the truth is, you're being influenced

by inch-high private eye.

Aarf! Aarf! Aarf!

'You know what, Pam, stop playing.'

No, Gina, I don't even want to hear it.

I came to apologize.

That's not good enough.

Alright, alright. I brought the $20, I owe you. Okay?

Alright, alright. Back the head up. Back the ball.

- Hey, Pam, look, look, look.. - Where is the 20?

- You really did-- - Uh, the 20?

I can't...but that's just a

ploy to get you open the door.

Here you go.

Look. I'm sorry about the way me and Martin acted. Okay?

Look, Gina, sorry doesn't get it.

You got a lot of nerve.

Look, Martin is so obsessed

with finding out what Tommy does for a living

I guess I just got caught up in it.

I expected Martin to do something

trifling like that, but you..

You-you should know better than that, Gina.

I do. You know I do.

As long as you know what Tommy does for a living

that's all that matters.

- As long as you know. - Mm-hmm.

You do know, don't you?

I'm not going there with you, Gina.

Hey, Pam, I'm just

concerned for you, that's all.

I mean, if there was anything wrong

if there was something shady going on

you would tell me, right?

Gina, we're girls, remember?

Okay? I would always come to you. Tommy has nothing to hide.

And neither do I. Alright?

Alright, girl.

Oh, hey. How are you all doing?

- Who is she? - She is just a friend.

- She involved in this? - Oh, no, no, mm-mm.

Well, Tommy is still down with us, right?

No question. No question.

- You owe me cash. - Yeah.

How about you guys take it to the kitchen

and I'll be in there to talk details. Okay?

Hi, uh, hi, hi. How you doing?

Hi-hi. How-how you doing?

So, girl, what was I saying?

I don't know.

I told you something was up with Tommy.

You know what? I didn't believe until I saw those two gangsters.

Keep it down. Keep it down.

Okay.

No! You don't slam the door, Gina. No!

- Shh, shh, shh. - Shh.

Damn, they could have been in the back.

You're making me nervous, Martin. See.

This is my first cat burglary.

Alright, look, shh, hush.

Alright, now, just-just-just cover me.

Cover you with what?

Detective stuff like

Barnaby Jones and 'em do.

- Okay? - Oh, okay.

- Alright. Alright. - I'mma go look over there.

Fine. Alright.

No! No. No.

Cut, cut, cut!

What're you doing?

- I can't see. - No!

Baby, we're cat burglars. Use your cat eye.

Use the cat eye.

Man, you're making me so nervous

I don't even know what am I supposed to be looking for.

Okay, okay, okay. Calm down. I don't want to upset you.

Just look around. Slowly and nicely.

Whoa.

- Damn, I got something, Martin. - What-what-what is it?

Pam went behind my back and bought that sweater

I wanted, I can't believe her.

Oh, that girl, wait till I see you.

Gina, we're cat burglars, I ain't trying to

hear nothing about no damn sweater right now.

- What? - Look, just come on, Gina.

I am serious, Martin, do you know how

hard it is to find a sweater in this color?

And I'm serious, too, Gina.

We're looking for clues.

- Okay? Now let's go. - Alright, you're so nasty.

Search around.

Look, I'mma ask Pam's sisters what's happening.

Three the Hard Way, y'all don't know nothin', do you?

'Hey, Tommy, Pam.'

'This is Big Tony.'

'Be at 117, South Main Street at00 tonight.'

'And don't forget what I said.'

'There's a price on your head.'

'And that's real.'

No, no, no. No. Come on now.

Come on. Okay, come on, girl.

Girl, it's going to be alright, okay?

He said, he's got a price on his head.

Damn, a price on Tommy's head is a big price. Okay?

Oh, look, look, baby. Let's just get out of here.

Girl, you heard what he said, it's real.

Let's just go, alright?

Martin, Tommy should have been here hours ago.

Gina, we're on a stake out, baby, you got to be patient.

Okay? Now where's the rest of my Sloppy Joe?

I'm hungry, baby, come on, come on.

How can you eat at a time like this?

Tommy is in trouble, something horrible could happen to Pam.

Girl, please, if they get in trouble

Tommy could just hop on Pam's back

and ride off into the sunset.

Okay? And now hand me the hot sauce.

Hand me the hot sauce. I like the hot sauce.

Say, brother. I got some nice roses for your fine lady.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

Man, you sure ask a lot of questions.

Man, you want these roses or not?

Do I look like I want some damn flowers?

No. But it look you all are on a stake out.

Help. These two right here is on a stake out.

Okay? Now much are the flowers?

Give me $8.

- $8? - $8.

- $8? - Yes.

- You're trying to help me out? - Yes, I am.

- Here you go, darling. - Thank you.

- Okay, baby. - Thank you, honey, oh..

Can I have the yellow ones

flower man, this one looks a little--

Sure, you can pudding.

You know the trick to healthy flowers

is you got to put Aspirin in the water.

- Are you serious? - Yeah.

No, but I was always told, use sugar.

- Uh-hmm, well, you know su-- - Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Flower Man, if you don't get your

tulip selling ass on the away from here..

Come on, man, step.

You ain't got to give no attitude to nobody.

Thank you for the flowers, baby.

Gina this ain't no game. You can't be messing around, baby.

- No mistakes allowed. - Alright, Martin.

You never give me flowers anymore.

Gina, some-something ain't right, baby.

We have been out here about, what, two hours?

Huh? I ain't seeing Tommy. No sign of Tommy.

I can do you one better. I know he's not going to show up.

You know he's not going to show up? Why?

Because we're at the wrong address.

'What?'

- The wrong address, Gina? - Yes.

We were supposed to be at 117 South Main.

This is 171 South Main.

- Let-let-let me see that. - Alright.

"117 South..'

Gina, why don't you take off the sunglasses?

They are dark sunglasses, and we can't see through them.

Oh, oh. Don't be coming down on me.

Tommy is your friend and I'm trying to help you out.

Say, brother.

Didn't I just tell you to leave?

No, man. That was my brother, Bobby.

You don't know me, man. I'm from Texas, kid.

I'm just trying to get my hustle on.

Dig this here, you wanna buy some tires?

No, hustle man, I don't want to buy no tires.

Why would I want to buy some tires?

I'm just trying to help you out, kid.

I'm trying to watch your back out here, chief.

Yeah, you w-w-watch my back and watch my dust

from over there, chief.

Watch my dust. Watch my dust.

I say watch the dust.

I say watch the dust.

- Hey, baby. - I'm lockin'.

Why are we not moving?

- Oh, baby! - What?

We better run.

"Strippendales?"

Wait a minute. This is a strip joint, Gina.

- This ain't the right place. - Uh-huh.

Come on, let's get up out of here.

Martin, it's them. It's the hitman.

- Hide. - Okay, whoa, whoa, roll away.

You know, man, Tommy is cool.

But we might have to get rid of Pam, 'cause she talks too much.

Oh, no. They're going to get rid of Pam.

No, no, baby. No, listen to me, you don't..

Don't you pass out.

Okay, now, you listen to me.

All stray cats got nine lives.

Okay? Pam's cool.

Okay? Let's get in. Let's get in there.

Come on, baby. Shake something.

Anything. Your feet, your booty. Anything.

Make me want to give you my money.

Alright, you get out of here. You good for nothing.

Just don't shake here like they used to.

Alright, you ladies having a good time?

- 'Well, yeah.' - Alright.

Well, you like what you see, get your check books out. Alright?

Uh-huh. It ain't just about no ladies.

Uh-huh. See, that's discrimination.

Alright, I'mma bring the next bachelor to the stage.

Okay, I want you all to give it up

for Chocolate Thunder!

Mm, now if that's "Chocolate Thunder"

then I'm "Greased Lightning".

What do you think you doin'? Huh? Huh? Huh?

You ain't doin' nothin'. Come on!

Lose the clothes like you lost that hair, cue ball!

Alright, don't put it in my face

unless you're ready to go to the place!

Gina, I can't take this no more.

Girl, the closet door

done flew open and the bones done fell out.

We goin' up in there. I want to, we have to..

Tommy. You ain't got to do this!

Look at y'all, ladies! Move, move it!

Giving away all your hard-earned money, huh?

You should be home with your husbands, your men!

Tommy, the party is over.

I'll get your happy-ass down off stage. Let's go.

Martin, hold on, man. What the hell are you doing?

You should all be ashamed of yourselves, all of you.

That's right. Especially you.

Bride of Stankenstein!

And look at you, lady, you're drunk.

It's disgusting! You are drunk!

I ain't drunk. I'm on medication!

What are you doin' man? Ladies!

I'm sorry, you guys have a good evening. Okay?

Alright, everybody. Just enjoy yourselves.

- I'm not gonna let you do this! - Are you out of your mind?

- I'm not out of my mind-- - I can't believe this!

- Are you out of your mind? - I can't believe it.

I can't believe it either, Tommy.

How long have you been doing this, man?

How long have you been shaking your ass for cash?

- Huh? - Does your momma know, Tommy?

Gina, Tommy is not dancing for money.

This is a charity fashion show

for the Feed the Young'uns Foundation. Read it.

W-why do you got me on stake outs

followin' Tommy and stuff, Gina?

What? Me? What about you?

You should have seen this coming with your cat eye.

- Hey, hey, uh, Gina. - Don't do it, don't stop me..

Okay, okay, okay, okay. We're in this together.

Tommy.

Brother.

I thought we were boys, man.

Why-why-why didn't you tell me?

Because I didn't want you clowning me, man.

I didn't tell anybody.

Hell, I didn't even tell the people on my job.

- Oh, damn! - Tommy, don't go to the job!

That's exactly what I'm talking about.

You're lying, man.

About having a damn job, Tommy.

You know what's funny, baby?

We done went through all this

and I still don't know

what he does for a living.

It isn't anything illegal? Is it, Tommy?

No, Gina. No, no. Alright?

I have a simple- 00 to- 00, just like the next man.

Baby, I'm sorry Martin and Gina

stressed you out.

That's alright, baby. It's all over now.

Mm. I mean, you know, your job shouldn't concern them.

You know as long as we know what you do, that's all that matters.

- That's right, baby. - Tommy, what do you do?

Come on, baby. Oh, you know what I do.

But I was thinking--

Oh, baby. That's, that's my job, I got to go, okay?

- I'll call you later, alright. - But...Tommy.

- Okay. Miss me. - Heck no.

I'm going to find this.

You won't be running out

without me not knowing what's going on here.

Okay.

Malcolm's Chop-shop?

Is Tommy Strawn working there?

Damn.

That's-that's called getting the out before you take.

Ooh!