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Everybody, what do you say?

It's 1 5 minutes past 1 1:00

on another smokin' hot summer day.

Look at these temperatures rise.

It's now 90 degrees out at O'Hare InternationaI Airport,

88 degrees on the Iake,

and pushin' 90 hot ones here in downtown Chicago.

Baby, where is that cooI breeze?

Speakin' of pushin' hot and bIowin' cooI,

for aII my friends at Marquette Park,

here is PhiIIy and the Disco AII-Stars.

The boys are doin' it, pIayin' it their way.

Surprise, Foxx.

See, man, we're slick, too.

No dummy could've tracked you here,

'specially with all that backtrackin' you did.

What's the pitch?

We wanna work for you full time.

'Cause we know that you can help us get over.

You listen to me well.

l only train the best or the near-best.

Those who have come under my tutelary powers

are spread far and wide across the four points of the globe,

only to get off the pages of Daddy's Law--my book of rules--

when they have settled their debt with me.

You deal by the numbers according to Foxx

and follow the righteous commandments

as laid out by Foxx in a set of three.

What's the debt?

How much?

That's set when you finish the Foxx course

of Monkey Hustle lncorporated.

Solid.

When l send you brothers out

into the world of flimflam, scoot and scam,

you'll be twice as sharp and bad as bad.

l'll show you how to handcuff lightning, chain thunder,

walk through a graveyard and set the dead at a wonder.

Step one--gettin' down mean to get over.

Morning.

- Morning, widow. - Good morning.

Hey, Foxx!

Hey, Daddy.

Come on, D. You know we've got a tight schedule.

Pick a card--any card.

- Morning, officer. - Morning.

Remember to listen to your mother while l'm away.

No TV after 9:00, and do your chores.

Study that new mathematics.

lt's good for you. lt's educational.

Yes, sir, it sure is.

WouId Mr. Cacciatore pIease pick up his tickets

at counter number six?

Mr. Cacciatore, pIease report to ticket window number six.

Damn! There's the Dipper.

Officer, that man is about to...

My purse! My purse! That man is stealing my purse!

Help! He's stealing my purse!

Get that man.

Brother Win!

What it is? Welcome home, baby.

Lay my commission on me.

You must be crazy, man.

You didn't pay us for the last three weeks.

That's why we quit and split.

Come on, man, get off it.

We got nothin', man.

No playin' cop-out, suck-ass.

Your group stinks. l mean, stinks!

But your humbles blow wild. You're gonna rip off my dough?

You funky butts blew it.

Dig this shit, mo-fos.

l lined up 1 4 weeks in Vegas with the biggies for you.

- See you around. - Take it easy.

- Man, up your nose with it. - See you later, man.

l had a session set with Mathis for you.

- What's happenin'? - What it is?

Either you got three months of stories to tell,

or them chumps didn't feed you nothin'.

- Why's that? - 'Cause you're light in the butt.

l am springin' for the brew.

A tall, cool, three-way split.

'Cause l ain't got no bread.

You just better stay outta my way.

You hear?

What's this?

This is a lightweight blowin' wind.

He's tryin' to cop some coin that never touched my skin.

Hi, fellas. How's about a ride?

All right, man, check this out!

- Come on, boy. - What you doin'?

Shit, man, l could sure dig Hertz puttin' me behind the wheel now.

This sucka didn't learn nothin' while he was gone.

''Hurts'' like my feet, niggas. What's on your mama's faces?

You ain't seen no hurts

till you seen that thing Player was jugglin' this mornin'.

The grape had my head.

One look at her face, it was a high-octane grape drunk.

She was a booger bear,

but she had educated lips and a body for days!

You after anything since Jan-Jan crossed her legs.

Chumped by a broke stacked dog, the wino's reject.

Shut up, big mouth.

l shoulda let you ride in the car with the queen.

How'd you cats get here, man?

l thought Vi was comin' with Sweet Mama's car.

She was, but let's get this ride right quick.

She was not ready for these drums. She was a trip, man!

Can a brother get a ride on this street?

Damn! l thought you said you'd keep an eye on Baby D. for me.

- We was on his case. - All the time.

How long he been hangin' out with Daddy Foxx this trip?

Since the second you left.

Come on, l'll give you a lift.

Come on!

What's going on, Foxx?

Drop you off after l make a few stops.

Yeah, righteous.

- l got some words for you later. - l got a couple for you.

How'd the job go?

Down the tubes.

Just like some little dudes l know.

Somebody gotta make some money

so Mama don't have to work so hard.

For a bunch of super high school grads,

you guys sure are dumb.

Use some smarts. Get on with Daddy Foxx.

Hello!

Or did they take them all back when you graduated last semester?

l could use maybe a few hands.

Make yourself five, ten, fifteen, twenty dollars a day

just for a few pickups and deliveries.

l'll tell you what carrying these boxes mean to me.

- Fifteen skins. - You said...

Not a penny more. Don't argue.

There's two for each of you.

Hey, come on, man.

l'll hit you with the rest at the next stop.

You know we need the bread.

Money, bread, scratch.

l get off one bad gig into another bad gig.

And my little brother in this stinkin' set.

l'm a musician, not a flunky.

And you cats layin' down bad vibes about Vi.

What you got to tell me about Vi?

We'll run it down for you later.

We stick with the old dude, maybe we'll get over.

We'll come up with some righteous coins.

Come on, move it!

Time is money.

These things are heavy.

But l sure do love the clean green they bring.

So does Jan-Jan.

Especially Vi.

Quit pullin' me off.

What's happenin' with Vi?

Vi's hangin' out with Leon...

That stumpy dick graduated before us?

Yeah, the vale-dick-torian-- Mr. Most Likely.

She's hangin' out with him 'cause he's got coins for days

and some clean wheels.

l'd take my class ring back from her.

Shirl and Jan-Jan got their high butts in the air, too.

Won't go out with us 'cause we're on a humble.

Shirl come throwin' that crap in my face, too.

''Why don't you be like Vi's new old man?''

l laid it on her--

Goldie pulled me and Player's coattail

about runnin' numbers for him like Leon.

l am ready to run guns in Mongolia to make some coins,

'cause my step-fo laid it on me.

End of the line is in sight.

Let's talk to Goldie.

That old slick? You're talkin' about handlin' hot bread.

l'm not talkin' about the kind that comes out of your mama's stove.

He eats little things like you for lunch, twice a day.

You out of your class, truckin' with him.

You cats talkin' about runnin' the numbers.

To do that, you have to be able to count from one to ten.

Goldie runs on a fast track with dirty ponies.

You're better off doin' your thing with me.

What's so righteous about your act?

Tell me how clean your setup is.

We do an honest day's work out in the open air.

Ain't that right, Big D.?

Right on. We're traders,

buyin' and sellin' our wares to the highest bidder.

Rubbin' shoulders with good and evil.

Sidesteppin' temptation, lookin' away from corruption,

and avoidin' the clutches of the Goldies of the world.

Fightin' for truth, justice, and the American way. Let's get it on.

Don't you know that cigar will stunt your growth?

Never light it.

Did you have all these bad habits before you met me?

Just wanderin', lookin' for a way.

Well, well, well.

What do my eyes behold?

Look, our mark's been changed.

That old rubbish man did it to us again.

What's this set-- thieves' alley?

lt sure ain't Marshall Field's.

We'll fool him.

We'll take the other things, plus our original stuff.

We'll liberate this material

because he tried to take advantage of a business arrangement.

A business arrangement is a business arrangement.

There are many large and small inequities in life

which man must tolerate, but this is not one of them!

Do we get our money now?

When you clock out-- just like in a factory.

Now punch it to those boxes.

Big D., let's split!

Hey, Foxx, what are you doin'?

Those my boxes. You're stealin' my boxes!

Turkey!

Look out!

Look out for that truck!

Get me outta this thing, l'll quit smokin' and go back to school.

Take it all back.

Hey, kids, where you goin' with my tire?

Look who l see comin' across the street.

Our drummer man's back.

Didn't l hear Player say you was supposed to meet Win

down at the station?

What happened, girl?

Aw, Mama!

l suppose you told Tiny and Player, then suffered supreme amnesia.

No, Mr. Drummer, l didn't forget, so let's get down to it.

l give you a roll of stamps...

l lost them. We was hopping from place to place.

- When you called... - lt was collect.

l told Sweet Mama-- explained to her.

Explain to me.

How come you was too cheap to put an air mail stamp

on that thing you called a note--

''See you soon. Win.''

lt took three weeks. Got here yesterday.

l thought about you a lot.

Between makin' it with your snare drum, sticks, and skins.

Come on, baby, lighten up.

And then you put the goof-off twins up to askin' me

to go to the station with them--

only because they wanted me to drive 'em.

Okay, l'm wrong.

l really missed you, baby.

Yeah, you thought about me between chippies.

Let's go out tonight and we'll talk about it, okay?

l'm sorry.

Tonight, l'm goin' out with a doer.

We still on for tonight?

Wear that yellow cashmere-- the one l bought you.

l'll wear it.

And l'll wear that pretty new dress you bought me for my birthday.

Fine, girl. How much for that?

Thirty-five cents.

Here's for the coffee, and a dollar tip.

All right.

You can take off last year's class ring.

l'm gonna replace it with something that glitters.

Hey, man.

How's the big drummer?

Why don't you put a lid on that shit?

How about some coffee?

l'll see you tonight.

That'll be 35 cents for the coffee.

l'll owe ya.

That's all right. You know you good in here.

Take the coffee outta this.

And this is for your trouble.

l like that Win. He's got a lotta heart.

l had this friend named Clarissa. She married a drummer.

She traveled all over the world with him.

They moved to California, he got his own band.

You're just interested in the glitter, huh?

But there's more, baby.

Aw, Mama!

Take these and put them on the whole boulevard.

Don't mess up. Bye.

Take these, hit Minerva Street.

Put 'em all up high.

Four nails, now.

Baby face, come here.

You take these two and follow them crooks.

Make sure they put 'em up right.

lf you do it, l'll give you an extra dollar when you get back.

All right! Just like workin' for the man!

Hey, man, man cannot work on bread and water alone,

puttin' up posters.

And paintin' like Picasso.

Makes them old Fatburgers smell righteously good.

Don't be jivin' me.

l paid you good money to do this job.

Get down and get it on.

l know the Olympic action and block party ain't your thing,

but it's mine, so don't be messin' over it.

We was gonna put those up later.

Don't ''later'' me when you clutchin' my coins.

Hey, man, lighten. Nobody's tryin' to slick you.

You runnin' with a slick. l saw you pullin' Daddy Foxx's coattails.

Man, we ain't even on that scene.

All right, cool.

But l'm still on your case

if these posters ain't up when l get back.

Say, man, you missed your callin'!

You ain't no CPA.

You the real shadow.

For a hip dude, Joe sure be comin' from left field.

Ain't no way that Goldie and them thugs of his gonna let

some expressway with some outside dudes come in here.

But you know they gonna keep their thing, their thing.

You know what? All that thinkin' makes me hungry!

All right!

- Just jammin' through. - All right!

We had a block party rap last Saturday

about them bulldozers tearin' up our neighborhood.

l thought the Alderman Black was supposed to cool the expressway

from comin' through here.

We gotta get down on Black Jesus' case--

make him remember he's a black alderman

and not some white guy painted brown.

How about makin' some sounds for the party?

- You know you got it. - All right, all right!

Kiss my ass!

Yes, old Goldie. What's happening, brother?

How you doing, brother?

Just look at ya.

Man, you got to cut out this petty stealin'.

lt's bad for our image, brother.

We doin' good with the neighborhood collections

in this community.

Rippin' off newspaper boxes is not our thing.

Can you dig?

lf you're gonna steal, steal big. Goldie'll show you how.

Pig poppin', black-eyes poppin', cornbread, buttermilk for soppin'.

Pick up.

Sweet Mama!

Your eyes may shine, and your teeth may grit.

There'll be a lot of gravy to get.

Sweet Mama, you know we could blend together

like fat meat and greens.

You wouldn't have to change a thing, baby.

Just let me lay one of my men in here round the clock

and play for the action. Can you dig it?

l'll give you anything you want to eat,

but l'm not havin' none of your 1-2-3 in here.

What do you want?

l'd like to have a sweet woman in my kitchen and corner like you.

Right now, l think l'll have something hot and greasy.

That'll be the specialty of the house.

You just lay back and let me fill your plate.

l'm gonna lay back for now,

but you can bet Goldie's gonna keep on keepin' on.

Can you dig it, Sweet Mama?

l can dig it.

Get the fuck outta here.

Walkin', talkin'. Doughnuts down.

All right.

Let's get down to business.

Foxxy, l got me a pug now.

Why don't you let me help you back into the fight game?

Foxxy, you shinin' me on. Why don't you listen to my rap?

l can make it worth your while.

l can take you out of them sweet water suits

and insurance man shoes and put green in your pocket.

Can you dig it?

lt all sounds very righteous, Goldie, but the interest rate is too high.

l think l'll pass.

When you gonna let me off the hook?

- l don't like owin' nobody. - Glitterin' Goldie,

there are many large and small inequities in life

that man must live with, and this is one of them.

l'm saving that debt for a down day.

Can you dig it?

l can dig it, brother man.

Chicken pluckin'.

Damn, D.!

You sure is bad.

Give me half a chance, l'll show you how bad l really am.

Little boy, you keep forgettin' l'm 16 and you only 1 4.

Let me get you in the right position.

l'll show you l'm good as any 16.

Shut your mouth.

Let's discuss it over a hot sweet potato pie and a Coke.

Okay...

in about ten years.

What's happening, Leon?

Man, we got down last night.

Fell by Kenwood High School.

- Pick up anything? - Sure did.

Some spring meat jailbait. Calls herself Tanya.

l'm gonna be at the door when that bitch graduates school.

Make a mint off of her, ya know.

Leon, you sure shoulda had you some of that.

Dig, Cobra.

Why spring for hamburger when l got filet mignon?

Hang tight and l'll introduce you to her foxy friends.

That's sweet, but we got a pickup on 65th Street.

Check with ya.

All right.

Give me 9-26-78 Black Man, straight across the board, for two dollars.

Give me 9-26-78 Soul Sister, combination, for five dollars.

l'll ride high on 4-7-12.

When those black beauties come in, straight across the board,

mama kiss the baby.

Got it.

The police.

The man is drinking your alcohol.

How you gonna let him drink your alcohol? lt's yours.

We are gonna be clean and decked out

in the Hong Kong threads for days

if Cobra and Moe hits that warehouse tonight.

Did you give 'em the key?

Yeah, when they picked up the day's supply of books.

- Say, how about... - See ya later.

Goldie's waitin'.

Hey, man, you ain't got to be brown-nosin' no Goldie.

You're supposed to be the police.

What you mean, brown-nosin'? You'll get yours, sucka.

Hey, brother, what it is?

l don't wanna hear it, nigga.

Say, man, whose side is that nigga on anyway?

My name's Tanya. Tanya Jones, man.

You really a rock star?

Uh-huh, and a super stud, too.

And you gonna be a natural believer when l get through.

- Show me the way, super stud. - Right.

- Hey, man, where we goin'? - ''We'' ain't goin' no place.

Excuse, Tiny.

l wonder what they look like.

Girl, you dumb. Everybody know what a cobra and a mole look like.

Because when l was comin' down...

Hold my purse.

Oh, shit.

Wait, baby, l can explain.

- She's my cousin and... - l don't...Cousin, hell!

- Where you goin'? - Fight, fight!

Fight, fight. Player's girl Jan is fightin'!

l'm the police!

What y'all laughin' at?

Break it up. Show's over. Get outta here.

Damn kids.

Hey, Player, man, are you sure this is cool?

Look, he screwed over our man, didn't he?

Damn right.

Let's get him.

That better be a candy bar, nigga. You pull it out, you gonna eat it.

We don't dig nobody backdoorin' our partners.

Win is like blood to me, and that shit don't go down even in the family.

So unact the scene since you ain't part of the set.

Heavens! Tiny, the nigga's got a knife.

l told you they all carry 'em.

l'm supposed to be scared or something?

What kind of shit is that--

a cool dude like you carryin' a colored folks' weapon?

lt's for my business, man.

ln case some chump tries to rip me off.

You know what?

l don't even need it for you two suck-asses.

Man, let's get outta here!

Good night, Mama.

Good night, baby. l'll see ya tomorrow.

lsn't there anything you can't do?

Right offhand, l can't think of a thing.

l bet you can't tell me about yourself.

There's nothing much to tell.

l don't know what to call you.

l don't know whether to just call you a mellow man or the phantom,

or just plain sweet Daddy Foxx.

That's the sweet mystery of it.

Just think of me as a wind of love coming to spark your fire.

You somethin' else.

Sometimes you talk like a poet.

You go around charmin' everybody like only you can do.

l guess you're just a mystery man.

Not to mention the fact that l was the flame that lit Casanova's way.

A cat on the humble tryin' to keep away from the hawk...

hustlin' to elude the monkey hustle.

l know about the hustlin'.

You ever see a hustler layin' out his line?

When he's down, he screams, he hollers, he scratches to get over.

He splits before he lets the rest of the jungle know he's full of it.

That's the monkey hustle.

Help me to leave that chilly jungle outside.

lt's me.

You crazy? Mama'll hear you.

l had to see you, baby. l had to explain.

l love you.

All right, beautiful!

Baby, you are a class number.

lt's not me--it's the girls. They work so hard.

Look out, Olympics, here we come!

You better stop shakin' that stuff, corruptin' my mind like you doin'.

You think that's good? Wait till you see the late show.

You just said the magic words.

- See ya later? - You know it.

The closer to bone, the sweeter the meat,

but, Lord, let me tell ya, fat meat's a treat.

You know it ain't my style to beg no old broad, don't you?

l don't dig no jailbait teenyboppers my damn self.

'Cause that stuff been cut more times

than a can of beer in a convent.

The only thing you gonna cut is a path out of here.

Hey, baby, don't...

Sugar, you know l didn't...

Mama, don't be like that.

l'm sorry about last night, all right?

When my chest gets heavy...

Put that trash in the garbage can, not in my ears, honey.

All right. l just thought that maybe we could go somewhere

and discuss our differences.

Hey, is that real?

You treatin' me and Shirl--no tricks?

You know you my main lady.

- Shirl, let's get our stuff. - Sure.

We'll...we'll get our...

We'll get our stuff, too!

- Hi, Player. - Hello there.

Hey, baby, now this ain't nothin'.

l just carry around bills like this

in case l run into a young lady like yourself with potential.

And l believe you got potential.

Hey, girl, get away from my man! What is wrong with you?!

Player, will you listen to me? You didn't have to do it.

Shit, man!

Damn it, l shoulda killed Leon when l had the chance.

You should've left Leon alone.

l coulda handled it.

ln order to out-slick the slick, you can't be sleepin' late.

You gotta be up early. You gotta get your righteous scam.

Run it through five different ways from Sunday

makin' sure there ain't no holes in it.

After you run it through five different ways,

then you're ready to jump out in the street with your bad walk,

your bad down dip.

You are ready for the monkey hustle.

Can you dig it? Gettin' down means to get over, too.

l had to be crazy to come here. You dudes is nuts.

- You can count me out. - Hey, Win, no, man.

- All for one, man. - And one for all.

Unless it's for the family jewels.

Then it's for Numero Uno.

Everybody fade.

Let's move it!

Hard work sure makes a fella hungry.

Let's split till we get somethin' to move these suckas with.

Hey, D.

What you doin'?

l ain't done nothin'.

Except steal them TVs.

Damn, ain't no need to get rash.

Tell you what l'll do. l'll give you $55 for the whole lot.

A hundred. l got help to pay off.

- Sixty. - Seventy-five.

l'll call the police.

Fifty-five.

Now you a smart nigga.

Fifty-five. You watch 'em while l get my dolly.

Hey, D.

Help! l've been robbed! Help!

Shit! l can't call the man.

Step two of your training program, just like lBM--

start low and punch your way up.

Move out slow and away you go, with a one, two, three, four, five,

and a six and seven, ain't no jive. Nine. Later.

Here you go, man.

Money for some new skins, man.

Win, hit me with one, bro!

Another small little venture like this,

we'll be able to get a set of drums for Win.

That's if you fork over the rest.

Damn, this floor is cold! You put your butt on it.

Move over, Tiny. You're squishin' me.

- Come on, come on. - l got the curse.

Ah, damn.

Hey, baby, watch it with them damn monkey bites!

Who else you answerin' to?

lt's the police!

- Who's in here? - Your mama.

Your mama!

Little nigga won't be able to pee for a month!

Don't be givin' me all this crap.

Why don't you shove it, Alderman Black?

Dig this flash--lf l have to beat on the mayor's desk with your head

to get you to block that expressway

like you promised when you was beggin' for votes, l will.

Don't be tryin' to straddle no fence with me.

l want some action right now!

Be cool on that little clutcher.

Put it where it's supposed to be.

He's a runt-butt Daddy Foxx.

Here we go again.

You're damn right! They both old slicks out to stick the world.

D. ain't like that.

- Quiet. - You my sister, not my mama.

Say, brother Molet, man, how about a raffle?

No, unless you got cash payment.

Why you such a hard man?

Why don't you lay a set of drums on us for the night of the party?

- 150 for the night. - $150?! Oh, man!

What's going on here? What the hell is going on here?

Wait a minute. Let's break this up.

What the hell is going on here?

What is going on here? l'm calling the police.

Get the hell outta my store.

Hey, you, get outta my store. What the hell do you think...

Give me them damn sticks and get the hell outta my store.

You think this is a damn nightclub or something?

And you two, you get back to work.

Everything happens to...

Hey, bloods, l wanna talk to you.

All right, move. When Goldie calls you, you move.

Now listen.

Which one of you bloods is gonna replace Leon?

You cut my staff by one and that cramps my livin' style, you dig?

l went to my dentist this morning, and he was sellin' gold.

l said, ''Put me one here, one here, and one here,''

and that costs money. You understand that?

Yeah, man, we dig that.

Hey, what it is?

You get your butt home. l told you...

You my brother, he's my daddy.

You find my real daddy, then you talk to me.

You're my blood, see.

No, you my half-brother, with a whole daddy.

Why don't you lighten up on Baby D. before he does something wrong?

He's got enough troubles of his own.

Come on.

Hey, D., wait up! l wanna talk to you.

Lighten up on them studs, man.

Give 'em a chance at some real dough.

l can help 'em get over, man.

l can help 'em get outta that nickel-and-dime shit.

Fact about it, l can help you, you dig?

You do that--you cool it on those young bloods,

and l'll introduce you to an investigator friend of mine

who has friends high in the Justice Department

high in the Cabinet, and high in other places, too.

You do that, and we'll call it even.

Can't, Foxxy. Even old Goldie have to walk to the man's music.

They busted up Leon the other day, and he's one of my main boys.

So they owe me, and l got to get down,

because the eyes are watchin' me.

Shoot your best shot.

That small-time shit don't make no never mind with us.

Foxxy! You my main man!

You my main man, Foxxy.

Let's make it a dime this time-- double or nothin'.

There ain't no way you gonna win, shithead.

Hey, watch your language. Can't you see there's a lady present?

Here we go--flapjacks flyin'.

l told you, sucka.

That's the new flapjack world record. Pay up.

Damn!

lt was our fault that your drums got messed up.

We gotta make it right.

l got it knocked, man.

We're gonna put a down on some skins.

Then let that man try to repossess 'em.

That's outta sight.

Only one thing-- we ain't got no down.

Yeah, well, we'll catch you later.

- 'Cause we got some business. - We do?

Oh, yeah, we do.

- Come on, man, where you goin'? - We'll see you later.

Hey, man, wait a minute. What business?

That of graduatin'.

We gonna rip off the teacher and set our man straight.

You dig?

Just come on, dummy. Follow Mr. Wizard.

'Cause we are gonna slick the slick.

Damn it! That old fake!

Damn old con!

Man, there ain't nothin' here!

Looks like you slipped on the slick and fell on your ass.

The Player's been had!

Hey, give me the dollar.

Pick up your slips in the usual place.

Don't put it under the floorboard in Daddy Foxx's truck no more.

- Hold it for me. This is my action. - Hey, you got it.

Seven tickets.

How old are those kids?

Old enough to know better, and young enough to not care.

No one under 12 admitted after 9:00. Go on, get, kids.

Yeah, l got your ''kids,'' sucka.

Damn right, Jim!

Hey, split.

l got a better idea.

You keep frownin' like that, your face gonna fall off.

Everything is gonna be okay.

Yeah, with no bread, and no skins, and no gig.

Let's face it, baby.

l'm just one of a million unemployed good stick men.

But all of that is about to change.

The moon is moving into Aquarius.

l guess that means l'm gonna get discovered by some big talent scout

who just happened to fall by the funky block party, right?

And catch me workin' out on air, right?

Then we gonna get married, right, and ride off into the sunset.

- Right? - Wrong.

And then we ride off in that new car of yours

and mess around for that weekend you been promisin'.

All l'm gonna do is let you kiss me.

- Yeah. - All right.

Don't put your hand up under my dress, little boy.

That'll stunt your growth.

Damn!

l love you.

Help!

- All l need is 150 stones. - 150 stones, huh?

They're killin' Win over at the park!

Please, you gotta help him!

- What are you talkin' about? - Moe and Cobra--they're killin' him!

Get him home.

Let this stompin' be a lesson to you.

Split this set as soon as you can.

Man, you got yourself a talent.

You should be workin' for a righteous career

instead of hangin' out with those... that street out there.

And when you've done that, thank me when you get over.

Hey, will l see you later?

Don't you always?

You gonna be all right. lt's gonna be okay.

Viola, all he needs is some tender lovin' care.

You gonna be fine, baby. You gonna be just fine.

Just fine.

- Come on, Tiny, hurry up. - l'm tryin', man.

Damn! That big-foot sucka!

Come on up here, boy!

- Come on, Tiny, you ain't pushin'. - l am pushin'.

- l got it. - Get the ladder, man.

- Hold it! - Oh, shit!

lt's the police.

Halt! Halt!

Halt this, sucka!

lt's been decided that we all stand to lose a lot

if the expressway plows through our stompin' grounds.

- Amen, brother Goldie. - Amen!

You got four square miles of gravy now.

All right. We gonna put the squeeze on them suckas downtown.

- ls it agreed? - Agreed.

All right, brothers, y'all split. Foxx, you lay for a minute.

Foxxy, it's me and you.

l put the chump alderman in the chair, and he owes me for that.

But the two of you are into me for a whole lot more.

You probably have the Pope on your list.

l opened the door. You do the rest.

But that still doesn't make us even, does it?

What you got on this sucka?

Did you save his life, too?

Oh, not in the same alley, but l'm a regular Jesus.

Hello, Sweet Mama.

Hey, D.

Oh, my purse!

Mr. Policeman!

Put him away for 100 years! He hurt me!

Some hit's gonna suffer tonight...

but sweet music's gonna roll for days.

Never mind him, officer. Are you all right?

Allow me to escort you home.

Hey, man. Here come that bulldozer. Let's stop 'em.

What the hell you think you're doin'?

- Your time is up. - Our time is up, huh?

- We ain't movin', are we? - Then we're movin' you.

You movin' us, huh?

You do your thing and we'll do ours.

You hear me? Stop that right now.

lt's Alderman Black.

Cool it, everybody.

The expressway is dead.

lt's been re-routed.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Everybody, let's party right now!

Kick their ass. They don't belong to Goldie no more.

Kick their ass!

Let's get the hell outta here.

Halt, halt, halt!

Kick their ass!

Oh, man, that's my car!

Ah, shit!

Hold it, you turkeys.

Let me show these suckas they can't mess with the Black Knight.

They lucky.

Damn lucky.

Hey, drummer boy.

Check this out. l got two weeks for you.

Two whole weeks, baby. My commission up front, though.

Take it or shove it, Mr. Big Time.

Baby, it's two weeks, good bread, and you'd be drummin'.

This is straight talk, too.

You take a check on that weekend?

Cool.

l told you not to get mixed up in running numbers

dealing behind your partner's back.

- Runnin' book with babies. - You do it.

That's different. You're still in trainin'.

You messed over your partner and betrayed a trust.

School is where you belong.

Our business is dissolved. Consider yourself bankrupt.

And one false move outta you, it's the truant officer.

l want you to meet Miss...

Brown.

l'm gonna get you for this.

You really did it to me.

l'm gonna get you.

Rock IsIand train, Suburban Iine 41 1 arriving track six

from JoIiet, Okina, Oak Forest, and Washington Heights. Now arriving.

Officer, l believe that man is about to steal that bag.

Hey, you, stop!

- Fancy meetin' you here. - You rotten kid!

Hey! l told you to stop.

- You just acquire them bad habits? - Had 'em for years.

Damn, honey, l thought l told Jeeves to wash the car,

not leave it parked on the boulevard.

l don't care what you told him

as long as your windows are clean for the party.