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[instrumental music]

Alright, y'all. Yo, yo, yo!

Here he comes, here he comes, here he comes. Hide.

- 'Hide.' - 'Okay.'

Come on, everybody. Come on, listen. Come on, everybody hide.

If pop sees more than three customers

he's gonna know something's up. Come on.

Hey, what sorta dumbass hiding place is that?

Get your.. Come on.

Get your ass behind that thing.

And what're you doin', stupid?

Well, boys, I did it. Signed my new lease on the diner.

Ah, well, pop.

I guess we only have one thing to say about that.

(all) Surprise!

[cheering]

[Pops gasping]

Hey, hey, pop?

Pop? What? Yo, pop.

Come on, say somethin'.

- Pop. - Say something, pop.

[gasping] Surprise!

[laughing]

[theme music]

♪ We're brothers ♪

♪ We're happy and we're singing ♪

♪ And we're colored ♪

♪ Give me a high five ♪

(male narrator) Alright, cut and print.

Beautiful, guys.

'Dynamite. Dy-uh.'

♪ Girl what you got goin' on tonight? ♪

♪ I got something that you gonna like ♪

♪ Won't you just chill with me tonight ♪

♪ I got something that you gonna like ♪

♪ Girl what you got going on tonight? ♪

♪ I got something that you gonna like ♪

♪ Won't you just chill with me tonight ♪

♪ I got something that you gonna like ♪

♪ I got something.. ♪♪

[instrumental music]

(male #1) 'Well, I would like to, uh'

propose a toast to Pops, my favorite tenant.

- And a good friend. - Alright, Pops!

He-he.

[applause]

Thank you, Jim. That means a lot.

Of course, a month of free rent would mean a whole lot more.

[laughing]

Free rent, that is a laugh.

You know, Trish, Pops and I, we goway

Yeah.

These boys were like my little pet pups

when I started the diner.

And look how they've grown.

[Trish chuckles]

It's easy to see where they get their good looks.

See, now...he's a chip off the old block.

Hey, what about me?

You take after your mother's side

of the family, son.

You know, Pops, your kids

they remind me of us at their age.

Two young men with their whole lives in front of 'em

strugglin' to make it on their own.

I believe Shawn has an anniversary

of his own, next week.

Isn't that when your lease is up?

- Yeah, how did you know? - Oh.

I keep my eye on everything in this building.

I tell you, Jim, you helped me to become the successful man

of distinction that I am today.

[chuckles] Oh, look here. Damn.

I'm outta Thunderbird.

[Pops laughs]

Jim loves giving advice.

I know.

Why don't you two guys come up for dinner

tomorrow night to the penthouse?

Hey, that's a great idea.

And we can scrap on the old feedbag

and map out your road to riches.

Hey, if it's free, it's alright with me.

[Jim laughs]

Oh, this will be so much fun.

An intimate little dinner. Just the four of us.

[chuckles] Yeah, u-um, that sounds great, but, um, me and Marlon ain't

gonna be able to go coz we're gonna be busy tomorrow night.

No, we're not.

- Ow! - Yes, we are..

Remember we have that big thing?

I don't have no big thing.

Oh, well, I do, but..

[clears throat]

...I ain't got no plans though.

Shawn...I won't take no for an answer.

That's my Trish. She always gets what she wants.

Yes, I do.

So, see you tomorrow night around eightish?

Cool-ish. Ha.

We better go, Jim, we'll be late for Pavarotti.

Oh, yeah. You guys get goin'.

Those noodles stick together when they get cold.

[laughs] There he goes again.

- Congratulations, Pops. - Thank you.

I'll see you tomorrow night.

(Jim) 'Geoffrey! Bring the car around front!'

[instrumental music]

Come on, Marlon, help me with some of this stuff, man.

Oh, pish tosh.

You know, now that I'm having dinner with millionaires

I'm...above that, uh..

[clears throat] ...menial labor.

Boy, you gonna wind up on the unemployment line.

Then again, I could use that four and a quarter

for tips and thing.

You know, G, I don't think I'm goin' to this party tonight.

Why not? Hey, look, kid. It's a free meal.

All we got at home is Captain Crunch and hot sauce.

I don't care. I don't feel comfortable about goin'.

Look, Shawn. I know you're not as classy as me, okay?

But just remember, small fork is for the salad

keep your pinky up and if you got somethin' in your nose

don't pick until they're sayin' grace. See. Watch here. Amen.

I'm not talkin' about that...pig.

I'm talkin' about Ms. Neidermeyer.

- What about her? - You seen her, man.

She was all over me. That lady's a freak.

Oh, come on, man. You trippin'. Let's be real.

What would a lady with millions of dollars

want with a broke behind paperboy like you?

I have no idea.

All I know if she got any closer to me

she'd be chewing my gum.

That is so conceited. You think everybody comin' on to you.

No, I don't.

Okay, what about that lady yesterday?

- Oh, well, hey, you know-- - Mm-hmm.

- She wouldn't leave me alone. - Mm-hmm.

You gave her back the wrong change.

Don't you see through that, man?

See, her mouth was sayin', "I gave you a 20."

But her eyes was sayin', "Break me off, sonny."

Here you go, boys.

- Thank you kindly. - Uh, thank you, father.

You boys ready for your big dinner

at the Neidermeyers' tonight?

Uh, pop, I don't, I don't think I'mma go.

What you mean you're not goin'? Of course you goin'.

Not only is this a good business opportunity

but the man has been a friend of the family for years.

I won't have you offending him.

Pop, he'll be even more offended

if he catches me knockin' boots with his wife.

Son. What have you done?

I ain't done nothing.

Yet.

Pops, it's her, man. It's all her.

She can't keep her hands off me.

But that's just her way, I mean

she's a touchy feely type.

She keeps pattin' me on my butt.

Well, I'm sure it was a friendly pat.

Basketball players do it all the time.

Shoot, Dennis Rodman grabbed a handful.

That don't stop him from having dinner with the team. He he he.

Hope he washed his hands first.

So you really think it's my imagination, pop?

Trust me. I know Trish. She does it with everybody.

Well, she didn't do it to me.

You don't have enough to grab.

(Marlon) 'Whoo-wee! Ms. Neidermeyer.'

Ion.

Well, I'm glad you liked the beef bourguignon.

Is that what that was?

And here I thought it was some Denimore

with a shot of Night Train.

I gotta tell you, Trish, you..

...you really outdid yourself with that meal.

Oh, honey, I can't take credit. Helga did the cooking.

You see? Look at that. That woman ain't interested in you.

She got everything a woman wants.

Man with money, good looks, and power.

Shoot, he lookin' kinda good to me.

True, true. You right, you right.

As I always say nothing caps off

a fine meal better, than a fine cigar.

And as it happens, I have some

wonderful Cubans in the next room.

Oh, well, tell 'em to bring in some cigars.

Mira! Eh, dame! Dame un cigarro!

- Por favor! - Un cigarro.

Wouldn't you swear it was Cuban?

Hey, I didn't know you guys were into African art.

Oh, yes.

I love all things African.

It touches something... deep inside me.

Hey, Marlon.

This looks like your old girlfriend, Nadine.

Marlon, could you get me some shoes?

My feet hurt.

Man, you crazy?

Nadine's mustache was

much thicker than that.

Here we go, gentlemen.

From Castro's private collection.

You mean, you broke in that man's house

and all you took was some cigars?

- Shawn? - Hey, no thanks. I don't smoke.

I like white teeth.

Ah, smart man.

It's a nasty, expensive habit.

Expensive and nasty? I'm in.

[Jim chuckles]

Thanks.

The thing... that I really like about

smoking cigars...is the ritual.

[sniffs] Mmm.

Delightfully robust.

[sniffs]

[coughs]

This ain't nothin' but a big old Newport.

[gurgling]

[Marlon coughs]

- Real smooth, Marlon. - Thank you.

Tell me. Do you guys like to hunt?

Hey, well, you know, I don't wanna brag or nothin'

but I am pretty good with a can of Raid.

[laughs] I got an idea.

Why don't we go into my game room

and we can see my gun collection.

Word?

Ey, you think you can hook a brother up

without that ten day waiting period?

- I got cash. - Ah-ha.

Wim-bum-pa.

[both laughing]

Shawn, you spilled a little wine on your jacket.

You boys run ahead, Shawn'll join you in a minute.

I better dab this out before it gets set.

Ey, you ever do a drive-by in your limousine?

Drop down, fool! Drop down!

Drop down, fool! Plant yourself!

Oh, wow.

Yo-ho! Pfft!

What's up?

Oh, you tell me.

Y-yo, hey, look. Ms. Neidermeyer...I can't do this.

You can't?

I mean I can..

...and I'm real good at it... but I won't.

Don't try to fight it, Shawn. Take me. Here.

Take me, now.

With your husband just a few

feet away in a room full of guns?

Oh, yes! Isn't danger exciting?

No, hell, no. Hey.

Yo, look, Ms. Neidermeyer.

You are a very attractive young lady and on any other

normal circumstances, you would get the rug burn.

But...but it just ain't right.

Not only are you married, but you're married

to a friend of my father's.

You have muscles and morals?

How do you expect me to resist?

Stop, Ms. Neidermeyer. Look. Look, Ms. Neidermeyer.

I don't mix business with pleasure, okay?

Now your husband holds the lease to my newsstand.

Oh. I hold your lease.

Hey, that's not my lease.

Jimbo signed over the building to me when we got married.

Now what would make him do something like that?

Well, that's what I'm trying to give you

a chance to find out.

Look, Ms. Neidermeyer.

[Shawn squealing]

Stop it.

Now, Ms. Neidermeyer. No means no!

Alright, fine. Here's the bottom line.

My husband will be out of town tomorrow night.

I expect you here by 8.

That is, if you want to, uh... stay in business.

Man.

Y'all should see all the stuff he killed up in there.

Ass all up on the walls.

[Jim laughing]

I do like to shoot things.

- Bang! - Oh, you got me..

So...who's up for desert?

[instrumental music]

Damn man.

(Marlon) 'Ow!'

What's wrong with you?

Yo, kid, it's 3 o'clock in the morning. What're you doin'?

You know, gee, I'm in big trouble, Marl.

If I don't sleep with Ms. Neidermeyer I'mma lose my lease.

Oh, here we go again.

[Marlon groans]

Yo, kid, this ain't in my mind.

That lady had her hand in my pocket

and she wasn't lookin' for change.

Word?

How come that never happens to me?

Marlon, you don't get it, I put everything

I ever had into this newsstand.

If I lose it, I'mma be out on the street.

So sorry.

And so are you.

Look here, brother, you better go in that room

slap on some high karate..

...and go down there and handle your business.

Don't you get it, Marlon? This is blackmail.

Black male, white woman, who cares?

Erase those color lines, brother.

You crazy. I'm a legitimate businessman.

I sleep with nobody to keep my job.

Shawn, isn't saving your newsstand

worth 15 seconds of your life?

Ha ha ha. You think it's that easy? It ain't that easy.

Once she get a shot of this, that's it.

She gonna be hooked on phonics, bro.

She gonna be blowin' up my pager..

...showin' up at my job.

Tellin' you, kid, she gonna be fiendin'.

Yeah, you're right.

You stay here. I'll go knock them boots.

Alright, you forgettin' about them guns.

Your behind'll be up on that wall

between the zebra and that moose. Like this.

You on your own, bro.

Well, maybe I could go over there and change her mind.

- Talk her out of it. - No, I don't think so, kid.

Hey, why don't we just call pop? Pop will know what to do.

No, no, no. I don't need pop in the middle of my problems.

- Why not? - Because I'm a grown man.

And I don't want anybody to know.

I don't want pop to know, nobody to know, you got that?

Come on, bro. You're talkin' to me.

[instrumental music]

What's up, son?

Uh, nothing, noth..

Nothing at all, pop. Just-just, you know, sweepin' the floor.

So, where's your brother?

Would you get off my back, old man?

Quit buggin' me about Shawn.

It's not like he's upstairs sleepin' with Ms. Neidermeyer

just so he'd keep the lease on his newsstand.

Shawn's upstairs sleeping with Ms. Neidermeyer?

Oh, you mean you knew already.

Whoo! Thank God, pop.

I don't know how much longer I could have kept that to myself.

So, Shawn was right.

Trish really wanted him to dunk his donut.

Wait a second.

Now, wouldn't she be the doughnut?

No, no, no, son. See. She would be the cup.

- Mm-hmm. - And then that would make him..

Oh, don't be takin' me into your world.

Shawn is in big trouble.

Well, I tried to warn him, pop. He wouldn't listen to me.

And he's your favorite son. Ha!

He's gonna be my dead son if Mr. Neidermeyer find out.

- That man is insanely jealous. - Ey--

Have you seen his gun collection?

Pop, pop, don't worry abut it, pop.

Mr. Neidermeyer's outta town till tomorrow mornin'.

Shawn's in the clear.

- 'Pop.' - Hey, Pops, Marlon.

- Hey, Mr. Neidermeyer. - Hey.

(both) Mr. Neidermeyer?

What-what are you doin' here?

Well, I do own the building, right?

- How about a cup of coffee? - Oh, M-Mr. Neidermeyer..

I-I tho-thought you was away on a business trip. What happened?

Well, my flight got cancelled

so I decided to come home and surprise the missus.

Why would you want to do that? Women hate surprises.

Why don't you call upstairs and tell her that you're coming up.

I called her from the limousine. Phone was off the hook.

She always does that when she's in bed.

Hey, hey, hey, just because the phone's

off the hook doesn't mean she's in bed.

I mean, she could be in plenty of places like the bathtub

or the kitchen table or the...floor.

Why would she be on the floor?

I don't know. It's your wife.

Uh, Marlon, why don't you take

Mr. Neidermeyer's bag upstairs.

[Pops chuckles]

While-while he finishes his coffee?

- Good idea, pop. - Thanks just the same.

But the elevator does not go to the penthouse

without the security code.

Oh, well. What is it? Lay it on me.

[Jim laughs]

Marlon, a security code means nobody knows it.

You understand?

I mean the only way a burglar could get in

would be by climbing down the side of the building.

[laughing]

- Down the side of the building. - Yes.

Like Spiderman, huh? Like, pssh.

[laughing]

Would you excuse me for a moment, please?

[instrumental music]

Hey, I didn't know you guys like Shabba Ranks.

Shabba!

You know, Ms. Neidermeyer

I'm really glad you startin' to see things my way.

(Trish) 'Well, Shawn, you're very persuasive.'

'And it's Trish.'

[chuckles] Okay, Trish.

If you'd just come on out here and sign

that leasey-weasy, I'll be on my way.

- 'Comin' right out.' - Alright, girl.

Here's the lease.

Come and get it.

Trish. I thought you understood how I feel.

Oh, I do.

Now it's time for you to understand how I feel.

Look, I'm only gonna say this one more time.

We cannot do this!

Oh, okay. I'm gonna say it two more times and that's it.

That's more like it. How you doin', Shawn?

It's hard to tell. All the blood just left my head.

Mmm...I wonder where it went.

Wait, wait, whoa, whoa. That tickles.

[Marlon screaming]

Did you hear a scream?

Ah, you haven't begun to hear screams.

(Shawn) 'Oh, that tickles, that tickles.'

Hey, did you hear a thump?

Oh, that's my heart. Feel it.

Marlon!

If he wanted to watch, why didn't he just ask?

Hey, girl, you are a freak.

What're you doing here?

[Marlon panting]

I come to warn you.Damn.

Marlon, what is it?

Oh, uh, it's Mr. Neidermeyer.

His flight was cancelled and he's...here.

Quick. Hide before he kills you.

[Marlon screams]

Hi, hon, I'm home.

Jimbo! What a surprise.

Well, my flight was cancelled

so, uh, I decided to get right home.

What have you been up to all day?

Oh, just...tryin' to get busy.

I mean, keep busy.

[laughs] Come here. Give Jimbo a big kiss.

- Oh. - Mmm.

Uh, honey, why don't--

- Choo. - You go and, uh.

Get into something more comfortable?

When you come back we can open up a bottle of champagne.

[chuckles] I like the sound of that.

Get out!

Well, uh..

I don't think I wanna leave after all.

Shawn, are you crazy?

I guess not.

Look. Me and Trish have some unfinished business to handle.

Look, Shawn. This is no time to be gettin' your freak on.

- He's right, go. - No.

- Not till you sign the lease. - We could do that later.

No, we could do it right now, or I wait right here

till old Jimbo comes back

and I'll let him know what I'm really doin' here.

Okay, fine. You win.

Hey, that's one hell of a file cabinet you got there.

Thank you kindly. It was nice doing business with you.

Hey, girl. Call me.

I'll cure you of that jungle fever.

[Marlon screams]

[Jim laughs]

[Jim laughs]

Okay, my little angel. Why don't we raise a little hell?

[laughs] Come here, hot stuff.

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

Well, boys, I'm proud of you.

You got your lease and your self-respect.

If you ask me self-respect is overrated.

Man, you should've seen her and Mr. Neidermeyer knockin' boots.

- Oh, man.. - Ooh..

Shame on you boys.

I didn't raise you to peek in windows.

Hey, we were just climbin' the ladder.

We couldn't help but see it.

Y'all go on home and forget what you saw.

It just ain't right.

- Alright. Goodnight, pop. - Alright, man.

Leave the ladder. I'll take care of it.

[instrumental music]

(male narrator) That's about it now.

(Shawn) 'Look up, Marlon. Say cheese.'