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- Charles.
- 'I'll be there.'

But, Charles, you're supposed
to be on stage right now.

'Look, I'll be there when
I'm supposed to be there.'

- We've started. We're on-air.
- We're on-air!

Whoa.

Wait, where's the makeup?
Where's my hat?

Oh, no. What. What look?
Welcome to the show.

You know a lot of people
have asked me

why we're doing "Roc"
live this year?

Well, our executives producers
tell me

it's because
we're the only cast

talented enough
to pull it off.

Huh. Of course tonight
is the Jewish New Years

and they're just looking
to get presents.

So, I asked
our production company.

And they said that
"danger of doing it live

will excite the viewers
like it did in 1950s."

Huh! Well, I said "You can say
the same thing about

above ground atom bomb testing."

I don't see anybody
bringing that back.

So, I asked the people
at the Fox Network

and they said

"live TV is a highly
promotable concept."

And I said, "Ha ha.

So what are you saying,
it's just a gimmick?"

And then the telephone
went dead.

Well, I'll tell you why
I'm doing it live, because--

- '10 seconds.'
- What'd you mean 10 seconds?

I don't get to my funny joke

until another 15 seconds.

- Five seconds.
- Oh, man.

To hell with it!
Enjoy the damn show.

Oh, man,
I'm sick of this live thing.

Whose idea was this anyway?

♪ Them that's got shall have ♪

♪ Them that's not shall lose ♪

♪ So the Bible says ♪

♪ And it still is news ♪

♪ Mama may have ♪

♪ Papa may have ♪

♪ God bless the child
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 ♪

- Ugh!
- Oh, man.

Mattman was safe, man.
Umpire must be blind.

Ripken was standing on that bag
so long, he outgrew his cleats.

Oh, man! Oh, man,
I was really hoping

Baltimore'd make
the playoffs this year.

Yeah, looks like
the Toronto Blue Jays'

gonna wipe out
that division, huh.

Yeah, man! 'Em damn Canadians.

First, we let them
into our leagues

the next thing you know,
they wanna vote

in our elections.

Something you've never done,
Joey.

I beg to differ,
Citizen Roc.

I just registered
to vote today.

Well, it's about time. You
should've voted four year ago.

Yeah, well, I would've,
but I had more faith

in the rest of our country.
Boy, did you all let me down.!

- Hey, everyone.
- Hey.

Hey, pop.
What's-what's the matter?

Oh, you're not gonna
believe this.

On my way home from the bank,
I just got robbed.

- Oh, man! Not again.
- What? Pop, are you hurt?

No, I'm fine.
I'm just frustrated.

Uh, something like this happens

and there's nothin'
I can do about it.

Goddamn it, my father can't walk
in his own neighborhood anymore.

Oh, not just me.

The same guy's ripping off
other senior citizens.

Wait a minute now, pop, there
might be somethin' you can do

about this. I just ran into
Ronnie Paxton.

He could straighten
this out in a hurry.

You know, Joey.
That's a good idea.

Alright, now hold...
Hold on, pop. Hold on.

When you bring in a guy
like Ronnie, things happen.

And it maybe things
you don't wanna live with, pop.

Oh, right? Better living with
pop being robbed, huh?

- If I'd asked you a question--
- I was talking to him...

Hi, Ronnie?

Yeah, Andrew Emerson.

Uh, not too good.
I just got robbed.

Any witnesses?

Well, uh...

...the cop sitting in
the squad car across the street.

But, you know,
how people are nowadays.

Nobody wants to get involved.

No, no, see. The Pirates
already clenched it.

So I gotta put my money on them
to go all the way.

Yes, that's worth my money.
They got some serious power.

Oh, I'm still hanging in there
with Devereux and my boys.

- They can get it next season.
- Yeah, I hope so, baby.

But look,
Oakland's got Eckersley.

The best relief pitcher
in baseball.

Gone are the old days
of the Negro league

we didn't need no
sissy relief pitchers.

Man who started the game,
finished the game.

Now, I once saw Satchel Paige
pitch 26 consecutives innings.

- Oh, come on. Is that right?
- Yeah, with a broken arm.

When the crowd gave him
a standing ovation

he tipped his hat at 'em.

- With his foot.
- Oh, daddy!

Daddy, I just love
your Negro league stories.

Tell us about
the hotdogs again.

Oh, they were just wonderful.
150% beef.

'He lied. He lied'

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Hey.

What's going on?
Look what we have here?

- My wallet!
- Hey, alright!

- Ronnie, thank you, my man.
- No problem.

- Oh, Ronnie, thanks.
- No problem.

Now, your money
wasn't in there

but the robbers was kind enough
to donate some of his own.

- Haha. Yeah, everything's here.
- Oh, yeah.

I don't know how to tell you

how much I appreciate this,
Ronnie.

This guy isn't comin' looking
for my father for revenge?

No, no, no. See, he won't be
botherin' no more your friends.

Even a senior citizen can outrun
a guy on crutches.

You know what I'm saying.

Hey, Ronnie, look, man. Let,
let me buy you a drink, Ronnie.

Hey, Charlaine,
a couple of beers

and bring over some peanuts.

What?

Did you know if you all had
eaten before you came in here

you wouldn't have to fill up
with these damn nuts.

Well, look, look. Thanks-thanks
for helping my father.

You know that ain't no problem.
That's my thing.

The way I see it,
everybody in this neighborhood's

a big family. And if we don't
look after each other, who will?

Yeah, you're right, but look,
if something comes down

let it come down on me,
not my old man.

Man, don't worry about it.
It's already taken care of.

Besides, I thought you
didn't like my approach.

Look, Ronnie, I understand why
you do what you do, you know?

But you gotta be careful, man.

A lot of kids in
the neighborhood look up to you.

I'm not just some old wild man
on the loose

running around crazy.
I see two brothers in a fight

handling their business,
that's up to them.

Somebody stick up an old man
like your pops

that's a whole another story.

Yeah, yeah. I'll say this much
for you, you know.

Everyone talks about
doing something...

...but you,
you actually do it.

So do you. I mean if there's
more brothers like yourself

there wouldn't even be a need
for a man

like me, you know what I mean?

- That'll be two dollars.
- Let me get this.

- No, I got it. You sure?
- I got this here. Yeah.

Yeah. I like the way
you look out for own.

Okay, thank you,
I'll get the next round.

- Ain't no problem.
- Don't you believe him, Ronnie.

Honey, Roc is so cheap,
his dinner napkins at home

say "Charlaine's."

In fact, in older days...

...we had great power here.

I remember the time Josh Gibson
hit a home run so far

the ball came back
and hit the catcher

in the back of the head.

Oh, daddy, you're exaggerating.

He's lying, ain't he?
Hey, hey, hey. Look.

Look who just walked in here?

- 'That's Miles Taylor.'
- 'Who's Miles Taylor?'

Played, uh, short-staff
for the Cleveland Buckeyes.

Um, now you're going
into extra innings, pop.

Miles Taylor's one of the top
keyboard players in the country.

Yeah, he used to tour
with everybody.

He used to tour with Coltrane
and Charlie Mingus.

Yeah, I heard he just retired.

Man, I'd give anything to work
with that cat, boy.

That's just what you said
about that bass player.

- What's his name?
- Curtis Vincent.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, man.

Wish I could get Miles
to work with me and Curtis.

I didn't know you played
in a band with Curtis.

Oh, Well.
It's not exactly a band.

I played along with all of
his records. Excuse me.

Hey, Miles, my man.
How're you doing?

- Who are you?
- I'm Joey Emerson.

And if you're wondering
if that's Joey Emerson

the trumpet player
the answer is yes.

Thanks for clearing that up,
I was confusing you

with Joey Emerson
the snot-nosed punk in my face.

Hey, hey, that was funny man.

I thought that you were serious
for a second. Listen, uh...

I'm trying to put this band
together, see, and--

I have retired. Any playing I do
now is just for pleasure.

Well, what if I told you that
Curtis Vincent was in the band?

- Curtis? Really?
- Mm-hm.

- What you say your name is?
- Name's Emerson.

Well, I'm known throughout
Europe as Joey E.

Well, if you're in a band with
Curtis, you must have chops.

Okay, one session.
Just for the fun of it.

- That's all I'll commit to.
- Okay, that's all I ask.

Thank you very much. Charlaine,
can I use that pencil, please?

Alright, alright, sir,
you come to this address...

...on Tuesday night.
You won't be sorry.

See, I'm experimenting with
classic jazz improvisation

fused with
Afro-Caribbean rhythm.

I hate that kind of stuff.

Yeah, yeah, me too.
Uh, excuse me.

Mm.

Mm!

Oh-cha, please.

No, she didn't. No.

Yes, she did.

- Gone girl!
- Hey, Eleanor.

- Eleanor. Elean-
- Hush, baby.

Oh, come on, Eleanor,
what's so special

about that book
you can't put it down?

Roc, you wouldn't be interested.

- Well, try me.
- Okay.

- It's about four women.
- That's alright. I don't...

I don't wanna hear it.
I don't wanna hear it.

Don't count on me being much
company tonight, Roc

'cause I'm way too deep
in this book.

Well, don't worry. I'm going out
with Ronnie Paxton.

Again?
Uh, that's nice, Roc.

Haven't you and Ronnie been
hanging out a lot lately?

Well, yeah.
Yeah, I guess so. Yeah.

Alright, that's him, sweetheart.
I gotta go.

Alright. Have fun.

Be careful now.

- Oh, hi, Eleanor.
- Hey, daddy.

- Daddy.
- Uh-huh.

- Uh, let me ask you a question.
- Uh-huh.

Should I be so concerned
that Roc is getting

so tight with Ronnie?

- What do you mean?
- Well, look...

I know Ronnie does what the
police don't do and we need him.

But he leads
a very dangerous life.

If Roc starts running around
with Ronnie Paxton

who knows what's gonna
happen to him?

Well, Eleanor,
he's just hanging out.

Huh, you see...

...it's exciting for Roc
to be with a guy like Ronnie.

- It's a macho fantasy.
- Hmm.

You know, taking out
the bad guys.

Kinda like Danny Glover in those
"Lethal Weapon"movies

but without the skinny little
white boy taggin' along.

Oh, daddy.

Oh, well,
I guess you're right.

You know, Roc can
take care of himself.

I guess I'm just thinking
too hard on all this, huh?

Yeah.

Well, who could that be?
I'll get it.

Okay.

If that's another
one of them buffies

campainin' for Bush
I'm going to tell 'em

to try movin'
into this neighborhood

then we'll see
who they will vote for.

- Yeah.
- Hello.

We're looking for Ronnie Paxton.

'We heard he comes
around here sometimes.'

- He's not here right now.
- Do you know where he is?

- No. I don't.
- Okay, we'll, uh...

We'll track him down.
Sorry to bother you.

Yeah, right.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

Track him down?

"Roc Live" will continue
in a moment.

- What do you think, pop?
- Oh, I think it was terrific.

Pop, now, just praising me
is not gonna help now.

If I'm gonna get good, I need
you to be straight with me.

So, look me in the eye, don't
pull any punches. How was I?

- I think you were terrific.
- Thank you for your honesty.

I'll get it.

♪ Pa pum pum pum ♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

Curtis, my man,
glad you could make it.

- Come on in
- Yeah, where's Miles?

Now, you said he'd be here.
I know you, Joey--

No, no, no.
Miles'll be here, man.

He said he always wanted to form
a band with me.

But I told him I said,
"If we can't get Curtis Vincent

we might as well pack up horns
and flip burgers for a livin'."

- Oh, well.
- Hey, hey, Curtis?

I want you to meet my father.
This is Andrew Emerson.

Curtis Vincent,
yeah, I saw you playing

at the Village Vanguard in 1947.

Yeah, yeah, that was
the open for Thelonious Monk.

- Monk was playin'?
- Mm-hmm.

I knew I shouldn't have
left early with that woman.

Of course,
I married that woman.

- But still... Monk?
- Mm-hm.

Damn!

Excuse me.

- 'Oh, man.'
- 'Yeah.'

Hey, Miles, my man.
How you doin'?

Come on in, please.
Alright.

Hey, this is my father
Andrew Emerson.

Good to know you.

Man, I feel like I'm reliving

the Harlem renaissance.

Yeah, I saw you play
at The Savoy in 1953.

- Is that so?
- Yeah.

Glad to see
your acne cleared up.

Uh...

...and of course you know
Mr. Curtis Vincent, right?

It is a pleasure
to meet you, sir.

Same here, same here.

- I'm a big fan of yours.
- Alright, alright.

We all big fans of each other.
That's good. We're cooking now.

And I'm the chef,
so, let's get it together

and let me saute some sounds.

You know, I hope
you're a good horn player, kid

because as a human being
you're getting on my nerve.

You hope
he's a good horn player?

If you never heard him, how come
you're so hot to work with him?

Well, I don't give a rat's rear
whether I work with him.

- I just want to work with you.
- Same here.

Well, then this is a dream
come true for everybody, huh?

Well, I'm sorry,
I'm getting a little misty here.

'Yeah, right.'

Oh, I see what's going on.
You scammed us.

I quit the business 'cause
I was sick of these hustles.

I'm back to my original plan,
I'm retiring.

- If you're out, I'm out.
- Good.

- Come on over to my place.
- Hold on, hold on. Uh...

Hey, Miles, hey, Mi...
Hey, Curtis...

Okay. Hold on, wait,
wait a minute, wait a minute.

Okay, alright, alright.
I lied to you, okay?

Okay, maybe you don't
like me for that, okay.

But if you guys quit playin',
you're not just hurting me

you're hurting a whole
generation of young people

who'd be denied the great
Jazz music that you play, man.

Because, see
...you have an obligation, man

to inspire the Miles Davis'
of tomorrow.

So, if you quit playing, man

you let your
whole musical heritage die.

- Son...
- 'Hm?'

That is the biggest crock of
horse manure I ever heard.

Yeah?
He's slinging it, alright.

But every band needs someone
who can do that.

Now, let him put his talent for
manure to work for you. Well?

Man, you know,
he got a point there.

Because a good music promoter
is a lion conniving phony.

Well, my boy is that and more.

Uh, thanks, pop. Alright. Uh,
uh, l-l-look here, look here.

I'll-I'll handle the gigs, okay?
I'll deal with the club owners.

All you guys got to do,
you gotta show up and play.

- What the hell.
- Fine.

Alright, alright, alright,
we're on our way now, yeah.

Hey, hey, let's have
a group hug, huh?

Okay, we'll,
we'll do that later.

Let's see what you
got first, kid.

- A train in B-flat.
- Mm-hmm.

- See if you can keep up.
- 'Yes, sir.'

A one, a two,
a you know what to do.

Who cares?
I got my own problems.

Roc! Oh, good.
Baby, thank God you're home.

Why? What's the matter?

Roc, some mean,
big-looking guys

came to the door tonight
looking for Ronnie.

Wh-wh-what did they do?
They threatened you?

No, no, they didn't
but when I told them

I didn't know
where Ronnie was they said

they was gonna track him down.

Roc, I didn't know
what they'd do to you

if they caught up
with you guys.

Oh, sweetheart, come on,
it's okay, I'm home now

safe and sound.
It's alright, it's fine.

- Come on. It's alright.
- Hey, you alright.

Oh, baby.
I've been worried all night.

- How could you do this to me?
- What?

Do you know what it is like
to sit up all night

wondering if you ever going
to see your husband again?

I hope you had a good time
tonight, Roc

'cause I was worried
half to death.

Did you? Did you enjoy
yourself tonight?

W-well, yeah...
Well, no.

I mean
w-which answer's gonna keep me

from sleeping
on the couch tonight?

Roc, there's only one answer
to that question.

And that's that
you're going to stop

hanging out
with Ronnie Paxton.

Eleanor, don't go tellin' me
who to be friends with.

Roc, that man's gonna make me
a widow.

Oh, Eleanor,
you're overreacting.

I'm not going out with Ronnie
when he's doing his business.

We're just having a good time.

Suppose those guys tonight
were gangsters out looking

to get even with Ronnie
'cause he done somethin'.

Oh, Eleanor, I've nothing
to do with that.

Like they're gonna
bother to ask you

before they blow
your head off.

Okay, okay.

Well, we're stuck here, I see.

Yeah, looks like we are.

I don't wanna give in
and you don't wanna give in.

- That's right.
- Oh, come on, give in.

Roc, I'm sorry, I'm not going to
change my mind about this.

Well, neither am I.

Yes, you will.
Goodnight.

Now look, just-just because
you got in the last word

doesn't mean I'm paying
any attention to it.

- Yes, you are.
- No, I'm not.

I know better.

Yeah, well,
we'll see about that.

You know, this ain't over,
you know, a-a-and if you think

you're gonna hold off on sex

you know, 'cause well, you know,
well, two can play that game.

That's right, huh?

Hey! Hey, Ronnie,
what're you doing here?

Got all way round the corner
and realized

you left your jacket in my car.

- Oh! Well, thanks, man. Hey.
- Yeah.

- You wanna come in?
- No, I'm gonna go to the house.

- Okay, I'll see you tomorrow.
- Alright.

On second thought, I think
I'll come in for a sec.

Oh, okay.
Well, I'll get you a drink.

No, that's alright,
uh, is it cool

if I pull this
window shade down, Roc?

Well, uh, sure.
Yeah, yeah.

And, uh, while we're at it
why don't we get

this little window.

- Like that?
- Wait a minute, Ronnie.

You're not being straight with
me now. What's-what's happening?

Look, if I'm straight with you,
I'm involving with you.

well, you're in my house, so
you're already involving me.

What's up, man?
You want me to leave?

Well, you know, I-I don't
want to go your funeral.

Who said you was invited?

Um, t-they're getting
in the car...

...and they're moving...

...and now they are gone.

And I'm out of here.
Thanks.

Wait a minute, Ronnie, wait
a minute. Hold on, hold on.

Now, if we're going
to remain friends...

...I can't have you
come in to my home

putting my family in danger
like this.

There already has been a couple
of serious looking guys

coming around here
looking for you.

This is how it's gonna go...

...from now on,
we meet somewhere else.

My house is off limits.

You got it?

You're right, man.

- Peace.
- Alright.

- Well, watch your back now.
- Yeah.

I'll see you around
at Charlaine's, huh?

- Alright. Take care.
- Yeah.

'Roc, honey, you coming to bed?'

Oh, yeah, I-I'm just locking up,
Eleanor. Everything's alright.

'Don't forget to put the chain
on the door.'

Oh, it's alright, sweetheart.
I'm just, you know...

Everything's fine.
Don't worry about anything.

Don't worry about nothing,
Eleanor. Everything's okay.

Everything's alright, sweetheart.

Everything's fine.

There's more "Roc Live"
after these messages.

So, Nevada and I would
get all jazzed up

and get on the train to New York

And we jitterbug at
The Renaissance all night long.

Yeah, you know, I used to play
at The Renaissance.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

I remember this cute little
cigarette girl, uh...

- ...named Wondra.
- Yeah.

Whoo!

Had a booty that would
stop a clock.

I can hear her now. "Cigars,
cigarette, Tiparillo."

Yeah.

I owe my life to that girl.

Because of her, Loretta
made me give up smoking.

Hey, uh...

...how much long
I gotta keep practicing?

Well, until you get great, kid.

You see, right now...

...you're just good.

Okay.

Alright, "just good."
What does he know?

I gotta broken watch that keep
better time than you do.

Hey, uh, you really think I'm
good?

You're okay.

Yes!