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Hey, what are
you doing there?

Don't shoot!
Oh, don't shoot!

Go ahead.
Take anything you want.

Anything at all.

♪ Them that's got shall have ♪

♪ Them that's not shall lose ♪

♪ So the Bible says ♪

♪ And it's still in the news ♪

♪ Mama may have ♪

♪ Papa may have ♪

♪ But God bless the child ♪

♪ That's got his own ♪

♪ That's got his own ♪ Them that's got shall get ♪

♪ Them that's not shall lose ♪

♪ Them that's got shall get ♪

♪ Them that's not shall lose ♪

- Hey, Roc.
- Hey, Joey.

How's pop doing?

That burglar really scared him.

He's not still white, is he?

No, he was beige about noon.

I expect him to be back
to black about dinner time.

You know, I'm really bothered
about this whole burglary thing.

Yeah, yeah, me too.
Hey, nothing was taken.

Yeah, I know.
I'm a little insulted.

Roc, the guy dropped
his wallet outside.

- He left you money.
- Yeah, 40 bucks. So what?

That don't make up
for the hurt I feel.

What are you doing there?
Polishing your trumpet?

- Mm-hmm.
- You got a job?

Roc, ain't called a job,
it's called a gig.

- Alright. You got a gig?
- No. I can't gig.

- With my split lip.
- Why not?

If I try to play
before it's healed

it can ruin it for life.

Then where would I be?

I don't wanna be a burden, Roc.
I'm thinkin' of you.

Joey, how come whenever
you think about me

it costs me money?

Beats me.

But, uh, speaking
of costing you money...

...uh, I kinda got myself
in a no-win situation.

What do you mean?

I bet a $1,000 on
a horse and, uh, he no win.

A $1,000!

Uh, yeah, yeah. Keep up.

And, uh... and there
are these guys, uh

they kinda like
the horses representatives--

- You mean bookies?
- Tomato-tomahto, yeah...

They want the $1000 in two weeks
or they gonna break my legs.

So what? You never leave the
house. Why do you need legs for?

Okay, man, that hurt
and-and I-I deserve that, but--

Knock it off. Knock it off.
I know your ways.

Don't try to guilt me
into helping you out.

No way.
Not his time, Joey.

I mean, stumpy.

Okay, Roc, I understand.
I mean...

You've been generous with me.

I'm not gonna ask you
for money.

I'm merely explaining
the situation to you. See?

I tried to come up with the
money or the places

and you were kinda like
my last resort.

But-but I'm not
gonna ask you for it.

- Good.
- Come on, Roc.

- Let me have that money.
- No, Joey. No.

- No way. No.
- Okay, okay, alright.

I understand. I understand.
I knew you were a long shot.

That's why I got my horn out.

- I'm gonna sell it.
- Your horn?

- Mm-hmm.
- What's that worth?

Oh... one leg.

I knew this time was coming.

What time is that, Roc?

A time you'd be
in so much trouble

I'd have to get you a job
at the sanitation department.

I was hoping this would come
closer to your birthday.

Be kind of a present.

Thanks, Roc.
Just get me a tie, will you?

Do you know how
hard it is to get

into the Department
of Sanitation?

You got to have connections.

They just don't let anybody in.

Gee, Roc, I'm-I'm all
choked up about this.

I thought you would be
touched. When can you start?

How about when
hell freezes over, Roc?

I ain't picking up no garbage
off no truck. I'm a musician.

We ain't talking about picking
up no garbage off no truck.

You can't waltz in
and grab one of the good jobs.

There's an opening at
the central incinerator, Joey.

It'll do you good
to learn to appreciate

the value of a dollar.

Roc, I appreciate
the value of a dollar.

I'd appreciate
if you give me a $1,000.

I think you should see how hard
it is for me to make a $1000.

I hear you bitch about it every
day. I don't need to see it.

- I trust you.
- Okay. This is going nowhere.

Go ahead. Hock your horn.

You probably couldn't
handle the job anyway.

- Yeah, you right.
- What was I thinking?

You know, I would've bet that
you couldn't have even lasted

two weeks on that job.

W-what was that, Roc?

I'd bet you couldn't last
two weeks.

See, that's really low.

I'm calling 'em
like I see 'em.

No, no. I mean, throwing a wager
in my face.

- I can't resist a bet.
- I knew that. I knew that.

You saying you'll give me a
$1,000 if I last two weeks?

That's right,
and you can keep your salary.

Alright, Roc, I'm a
desperate man. What can I do?

- It's a bet, it's a bet.
- It's a bet, it's a bet.

Now there's one thing
I don't understand now.

You bet me a $1000 I can't last
two weeks on this job.

If I win, I get a $1,000
plus two weeks' salary.

What do you get if you win?

- I ain't worked that out yet.
- Okay.

- Daddy, now, now, take it easy.
- 'I'm fine.'

How are you feeling, pop?

Ashamed.

Oh, I let you folks down.

Stood there like a petrified
old man afraid of his own self.

Oh. Come on, pop.
That's not you fault.

The guy had a gun.

How did you know
your life wasn't in danger?

You're not to blame.

You're right.

How many times I told you to get

a good security system
in this house?

A man ain't safe
in his own home anymore.

Huh.

Thanks, son.
I feel better now.

Maybe we should be more
security conscious.

After all, there've
been several break-ins

in this neighborhood lately.

Yeah, and we can't count
on the police for anything.

What do you mean, daddy?

Son, what kind of picture
I got to paint for you?

We're black folks living
in a black neighborhood.

The police ain't in
no hurry to protect us.

Now, if we was in
a white neighborhood

the police would've been here
in a minute and 14 seconds.

But do you know how long
it took the police to get here

from the time
I called last night?

- No, daddy.
- I don't know. How long, pop?

I'll get that.

You reported a burglary?

♪ Whoa whoa oh-ah ♪

Hi, baby. How you doing?

I'm great.
Couldn't be better.

Oh, that's what
I love about you, Roc.

You always in such a great mood.

Eleanor, it's all
in your attitude.

Some people look at a can of
garbage and see it as half full.

- I see it as half empty.
- My man!

Mmm.

- Joey, back yet?
- Not yet.

You beat him home
every night this week.

Why can't you just admit
you were wrong about him?

Yeah, okay, I admit it.

But, you know,
between you and me

I'm pretty proud
of the little guy.

Look here, Eleanor.
I had this made up.

"Emerson & Emerson
Waste Management."

What's that for, Roc?

Oh, Eleanor, I know
it's a dream right now

but someday, if Joey keeps
working hard like he is

maybe we can go
into business together.

'I mean,
this could be a reality.'

We could start off with
one truck and slowly expand

and maybe someday
have a fleet of trucks.

Oh, Eleanor, do you realize
what it would be like

to stand tall
and look all around

and see nothing but garbage
and it's all your own?

Yeah, baby, I sure do.

Ah. But that's not
the best part.

Hmm, I've even come
up with a slogan.

"We won't treat your
garbage like trash."

Oh, it's beautiful, Roc,
and I think it's wonderful

that you're so
excited about Joey.

Oh, you know, Eleanor,
I have to admit.

This has worked out pretty well.

I mean, I've got to give
Joey the $1,000 anyway.

I mean, he's my brother.
I don't wanna see him hurt.

But this is much better!

Look at all the doors
I've opened up for him.

He'll be a better man for it.

- Oh!
- Hey, Joey!

- Hey, Joey.
- Oh, Eleanor.

Roc, is that you?
Come over here in the light.

- Aw, poor baby!
- Of course...

- Come lie down here.
- Yeah, put your feet up.

Man, Roc, I don't know
how you do it, man.

Ah. All the liftin'
and carryin', man.

I've only been at it a week and
I already feel like Quasimodo.

Oh, Joey, you've been
shoveling that stuff

without bending your knees.

Uh-huh.

Rookie mistake.

- Am I not gonna walk like you?
- No, you'll be fine.

Just takes a couple of weeks

for the muscles
to snap back to normal.

That's a pleasant thought.

Hey, but I'll make it through.

After all, I only
got one week left.

- You didn't think I'd make it?
- I really didn't.

Oh. Man, you must
be pretty proud of me.

Roc's real proud of you,
Joey. We all are.

Well, that's great. That...

Oh, man, that means a lot to me.

If you folks would excuse me,
I think I'll lie here and die.

No, no, don't die here now.

Well, I would die upstairs
in my own bed, but...

...ouch, I don't think
I can make it up the stairs.

- Could you help me up, Roc?
- Ah, sure.

No, I-I-I meant...

...help me up.

Okay.

- Isn't it funny?
- What's that?

Here I was worried about
somebody breaking my legs

and I wind up breaking my back.
When will I learn?

When will I learn?

Well, it's about time I got
over to Clarence's house, son.

You sure you
don't wanna come?

No, pop. I'm hopin'
I'll run into Joey.

This being the end
of his two weeks and all

I thought we'd have
a little celebration.

I've got his $1,000
right here in my pocket.

Oh, that's real
nice of you, Roc.

What you did for Joey,
you know, lookin' out for him.

You don't know
how proud I am

to have two sons
who are garbagemen.

Well, I am
proud of you, pop.

That's a responsible
thing you guys are doing.

Forming a neighborhood watch
to keep our streets safe.

Yeah, about time we took

the streets back
from the criminals.

We even got
an ex-marine teachin' us

hand-to-hand combat.

The way I figure it,
by the time we're through

we'll be able to wax
any two-bit young punk

that steps on our toe.
I'll see you, son. Peace.

What you got there, pop?

Oh, these are just
some visual aids

some instructional videos we're
gonna take a look at tonight.

Whoa! "Death Wish."
Ha-ha-ha!

"The Enforcer."

Uh-oh!
"Vigilante Force."

"Biker Chicks And Chaps."

"Biker Chicks And Chaps?"

That's for later.

- It's Clarence's birthday.
- Oh.

- Hey, Roc!
- 'Hey, Al! How's it going?'

Alright, man.

Since your brother Joey
started working with us.

He's doin' a real
good job, huh?

Oh, yeah, he's a real
good worker, man.

The kid's goin'
places, Roc.

How do you
Emersons do it?

I guess there's
garbage in our blood.

It's great to get some good news
about my brother for once.

I can't wait to tell him
how proud I am of him.

Well, here's your chance.

What do you mean?

He's right over there.

Where?

Right there.

Hey, Joey, over here.

Here's your brother.

He's a brother,
but he ain't my brother.

It's just
so hard to believe.

Joey would actually go out
and pay somebody to do his job.

I should've known, Joey ain't
nothing but a lying cheat!

Now, Roc, you
gotta hear his side

of the story.
Let him explain himself.

Why bother, Eleanor?
He's only gonna lie to me.

I mean, my own brother going out

and doing something
like this to me.

- I feel like a big jerk.
- 'Cause you believed in him.

Yeah. And 'cause I spent
a lot of money on that T-shirt.

You know how much it
cost to print up just one?

You only get 'em cheap
if you buy 'em in volume.

- Pop, why are you home early?
- Daddy, what happened to you?

Oh, all I can say is no
more Mr. Concerned Citizen.

I've had it with this
neighborhood watch thing.

- A man could get killed.
- Oh, what happened, pop?

Oh, after our meetin'
we went on patrol.

I was making a routine
check on Mrs. Hollis' house.

- And you caught someone?
- No!

The foolish old woman threw
a steam iron at my head.

Luckily, I got the reflexes
of a cat. It only grazed me.

Well, why would she
do a thing like that?

Oh, I guess I was
passing by her window

where she was
changing into her nightgown.

And she accused me
of peeping on her.

But all I was doing was
protecting her valuables.

Now you go on upstairs,
clean that up

and put a Band-Aid on it.

Okay, Eleanor.

Besides, I caught
a glimpse of her.

And let me tell you, her
valuables were gone years ago.

Here comes Joey. You just wait
till I get my hands on him.

I'll teach him
to make a fool outta me.

I think he already
knows how, Roc.

- Oh, thanks, Eleanor.
- I'm just kidding.

Baby, you've
got to stay cool.

Don't fly off the handle
like you usually do.

- You know your temper--
- Of course, I know my temper!

See, Roc?
You're losing your temper

just talking about
losing your temper.

Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I forget
about my temper sometimes.

Alright, be cool.

Oh, hey.
Oh, man, Roc.

Well, you were right, man.

Those muscles
finally snapped back.

Unfortunately, they're
in my neck now.

Would you like me to
massage them for you, Joey?

Yeah, yeah. Would you, Roc?
That'd be nice. Thank you.

Oh! Ah, man! Ah, what a day...

Roc, if I didn't move,
I thought you're tryna kill me.

I could kill you. I met Mitch.

I know about this scam
you've been pullin'!

How could you do it?
How could you do it?

I put out a flier on a
market bulletin board.

- Mitch was the first to answer.
- Oh! Low-life lying cheat!

You don't even know Mitch.

- I'm talking about you!
- Oh. Right, right.

You gotta be fair about this.
You already knew all about me.

Why are you mad at me if I
lived up to your expectations?

- I was hoping you'd change.
- Tomorrow. I promise.

Roc, these bookies think they're
getting their money tonight.

- That ain't my problem.
- Roc, I know you're upset.

And I'm sorry.

Roc, I'm not like you. I can't
work no 9:00 to 5:00 job.

Save up a dollar
here and there.

I'm the kinda guy
who's gotta make money fast.

Speaking of which,
can I have a $1,000?

You actually think
I'm gonna give it to you?

Do you believe him, Eleanor?

He actually thinks I'm dumb
enough to pay him $1,000!

Joey Emerson!

- You mad, are you?
- No!

- Roc, a bet's a bet. I won it.
- 'You didn't win it.'

I bet you $1,000
that you couldn't last

two weeks on that job.
Not the guy Mitch.

You didn't earn it,
you didn't win the bet!

You're right. You give Mitch
$1,000, he'll pay the bookies.

- Joey, I will--
- Seriously. They gonna bust...

- No, Joey, no, no, no!
- Okay, okay, okay, Roc.

I'm not going to beg you, okay?
It's the last time I'll ask you.

Roc, please give me
that money. Please.

Roc-Roc, they-they're here.
Y-y-you gotta help me.

Joey, I can't help you.

You got yourself into this,
get yourself out.

- Roc honey, please.
- No, Eleanor.

This is between me
and my brother, the cheat.

We're looking
for Joey Emerson.

Joey, your friends are here.

Well, look who they sent.

- Hi, Dennis.
- Hi, Joey.

Toni G. asked me to stop
by and pick up his money.

Uh, y-yeah, about that, uh--

Joey, maybe we'd
better talk outside.

I don't wanna disturb
your lovely family.

No, that's-that's okay.
Roc-Roc, Roc.

By the way, I'm Dennis.
Nice to meet you folks.

Roc, you gotta stop this!

It's Joey's
problem now, Eleanor.

Roc, please just give 'em the
money. They're gonna hurt him.

Oh, Eleanor,
I know these kinda guys.

They're just
gonna scare him.

Look, see?
He's scared, look.

Hey, wait a minute.
Hold it. Wait.

I'll pay you the money. Come on
now. Now put him down, please.

Thanks. You want
a receipt for that?

- Oh, yeah. Um, uh...
- I was only kidding.

See you around, Joey.

Uh, okay.
Take care now, Dennis.

Look, Roc, I...

I don't know how to thank you.

I know what
a burden I must be.

I know you got
dreams about making

a better life
for you and Eleanor.

But you got pop
holding one leg

and me grabbing
onto the other.

Must be a pretty heavy
weight dragging you down.

Roc, you may not
believe this but, uh...

...I feel bad
about what I did.

- I feel really bad.
- Get out.

- What's that?
- I said get outta my house.

Roc, I don't think you
heard me, I said I feel bad.

I don't think you heard.
I said get out.

Roc, look, I know how you
feelin', but you...

- Alright, forget it.
- No, go ahead and say it.

Why don't you say
what you really wanna say?

Alright, man. Roc.
You should've known.

I'm a musician.
That's what I do.

I'm not a garbageman, you are.

I may be a garbageman,
but you're trash!

You lied to me!
You cost me a $1,000!

You made me carry you upstairs.

- You made a damn fool outta me.
- What's all the ruckus about?

Joey lied to me, pop.

He hired someone to work
for him these last two weeks

in order to win that bet.
Do you believe that?

Did you really do that, son?

Yeah, daddy.

That's a nasty
thing to do.

But damned ingenious.

Why can't you be
more like Joey?

Stop it. Stop it, pop.
Ain't nobody should be like me.

I'm a loser. I had to run back
and live with my brother

'cause I can't
take care of myself.

I'm ashamed of myself.

I guess because of that
shame I do some crazy things.

Look, Roc, I don't blame
you for throwing me out.

Actually, I-I thought
you'd throw me out sooner.

Hey, I'm outta here.

All I got is my music, anyway

so I better
be getting back to that.

You go ahead
and get back to it.

Roc, you know
Joey hurt his lip.

Oh, Eleanor, his lip
ain't hurt that bad.

Doesn't seem to bother him when
he eats everything in sight.

There's no way I'm gonna believe

that he's not using his lips on
all the women he goes out with.

You know, Roc's right.

I think it's time
for me to get back to playing.

Joey, you could hurt
your lip forever.

What if it ain't ready?

Well, there's only
one way to find out.

I've been laying
off long enough.

My lip should be ready.

It's got to be ready.
Any request, Roc?

Yeah. How about taps?

- Ow! Ah! Damn!
- What, Joey?

Ah, my lip. I think
I split it again.

I told you not to play until
your lip healed. You happy, Roc?

- He didn't hurt that lip.
- Roc, I think I split it.

- Oh, yeah, yeah.
- Hey!

Dammit, I said I split it.

I might've lied about that job.
I wouldn't lie about my lip.

Roc. This is my career
here, this is my life.

- Ow!
- Roc, get him some ice, quick.

Alright, Joey.
I'm-I'm sorry about all this.

- Roc, it's not your fault.
- It is. I'm your big brother.

I'm supposed
to look out for you.

Roc, I said forget it, alright?

Roc, get the ice before
it starts to swell.

Joey, look, you can stay as long
as it takes the lip to heal.

- Are you sure, man?
- Absolutely.

Now, it-it might take longer
now that it's re-injured.

No, it-it doesn't matter. You
can stay as long as you want.

- I'd kiss you now, but my lip...
- That's okay, that's okay.

Don't just stand there.
Let's get the boy some ice.

Joey, again, I'm sorry.

Roc, it's-it's
swelling here, Roc.

Okay, alright, wait a minute.
Come on, pop.

Hey, how about letting a nurse
take a look at that lip?

Well, Eleanor, it's okay.
It'll be alright.

I'll be the judge of that.
Joey. Let's see.

- Eleanor, Eleanor--
- Come on.

It won't hurt.
Let me just...

Open up.

You didn't hurt your lip.

I know.
Roc was gonna throw me out.

- I didn't have anywhere to go.
- So you faked this.

You don't think
I'd take a chance

with the most
important part of my body?

You humiliated my husband.

You made him feel guilty about
something he didn't even do!

Yeah.

Why?

'Cause I'm good at it.
I mean, it's my forte.

- You go with your strengths.
- What?

Eleanor, look,
you gotta understand

if Roc threw me out,
he'd felt guilty about that.

Now he doesn't deserve that.
I'm only thinking of him.

Oh, stop that, Joey. You're
only thinking about yourself.

You're absolutely right.

I don't know what's
the matter with me.

I know what's
the matter with you.

You're selfish.

You're selfish, ungrateful
and pretty damn inconsiderate.

Guess I'm not
exactly a boy scout.

How does one get
through to you?

I don't know, Eleanor. I deserve
to be smacked upside my head.

Yeah, you sure do.

Why don't you go ahead
and do it?

Go ahead. I deserve it. Hit me.

Yeah, I'd like to.

But you know I won't.

I knew that. That's what
I'm talking about. See?

I'm real good.

'Ow!'

Ah, Joey, your lip
hurts pretty bad, huh?

Roc, my lip's gonna be fine.

I think your wife
just broke my nose.

You ain't that good.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Keep on walking on ♪

♪ Oh Lord ♪

♪ Oh yeah yeah yeah ♪

♪ Yeah yeah
well well well ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh oh ♪

♪ Whoa whoa ♪

♪ Keep on walking on ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪