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Come on.
Answer, answer.

There's still no answer
at Carl's.

I'm gonna call the police.

Ma, don't call the police.
No, don't call the police yet.

Give him a chance.
Wait a while.

But J.J. stayed out
all night.

Oh, Ma, at J.J.'s age,
it's embarrassing

for his mother
to be calling the police.

Now, look, now, we told you
that he went out

looking for Carl, right?
Yes, yes.

Now, they're
probably together.

Oh, Flo,
I've looked everywhere, honey.

No sign of him.

Are you sure you looked
in the right places?

For J.J.? I'm sure.

I talked to
Voluptuous Vanessa...

Sexy Samantha...

Passionate Priscilla,
the Human Thrilla.

And it was all a big waste
of time, huh, Willona?

Not exactly, honey.

I got him two dates
and a weekend in Wisconsin.

Nobody saw him?

Just Ned the Wino.

What--?

That was
three bottles ago.

Oh, that does it.

Ma, what are you
going to do?

I'm going to call.

Operator...

give me the police.

Hello?

I want to report my son missing.

[TREMBLING]
Yes, his name is James...

Ma. Ma,
let me do it, okay?

Come on, you let her
speak to them.

Hello?

Yes, his name
is James Evans, Jr.

He's 6'2", 120 pounds...

No, he was not
on the critical list.

What'd you say?
"What was he wearing?"

Hold on.
I know, Thelma.

Wait, wait.

Yes, officer?

Yeah, okay,

he was wearing
a burgundy turtleneck sweater,

and he had tan pants on,

with a gray, red and, um,
tan scarf around his neck,

with a plaid jacket.

Oh, yeah, and he has
a denim cap on, probably.

What do you mean,

"Why do we want him back?"

Why do we
want him back?

Give me
that phone.

You just find him.

I'm at 721 North Gilbert.

Flo, take it easy.

He can take care
of himself, honey.

Don't worry so much.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Oh, that's got to be J.J.!

Hi, there, folks.

You ready
to have the place painted?

Today?

I told you about it
last week.

Oh, any other day
but today.

I've got enough
bad news already.

J.J.'s missing.

Yeah? What's
the bad news?

Bookman...J.J. is my son.

That's bad,
but it ain't news.

Hey, Bookman,

I know you are
the kind of dude

that likes a real
funny joke, right?

That's me, Miss Woods.

Well, honey,
I got one for you.

Come here.
Let me show you.

First, you step
outside, right?

Okay.
Here's how we play it.

Knock, knock.
Who's there?

Not you, Booga!

Congratulations,
Willona.

You just stampeded
your first buffalo.

In here, boys.

Here you go, lady.
Make yourself useful.

Oh!

MICHAEL:
Hey, watch out.

Bookman...

I told you, they're not painting
this place today.

Hey, lady, you a member
of the painter's union?

Certainly not.

Then keep your hands
off the equipment.

Bookman, get these men
out of here.

Mrs. Evans, either
we paint the place today,

or you have to wait
till next time.

That'll be
two years from now.

I don't care.
Hold it, now.

Let them paint. Took six months
to get 'em here, remember?

Okay, okay,
but stay out of my way.

Ah, don't you worry,
Mrs. Evans.

We're professional
painters.

You'll never even know
that we're here.

All right.

Hey, Teddy,
bring in the tarps!

[SHOUTS]

[BUCKET CLATTERS]

Okay.

Willona, about J.J...

When you were out
looking for him--

Now, what color you want?

You got your choice of two.

You got your white
and you got your off-white.

White and off-white.
Uh...

How off
is the off-white?

Green.

I'll take the white.

That's a good choice.

Now, you were
saying about J.J.?

I was thinking--

Hey, uh, lady...

what room you want us
to start in?

Personally,
I prefer the living room.

The living room is fine.

I'd rather start
in the bedroom, myself.

Well, then start in the bedroom.

Why do you like him
better than me?

Right now, I don't like
either one of you!

You hear that, Darryl?!

DARRYL:
It's all right.
It's all right.

Okay, let's go.

You got your color?
Right.

You got your equipment?
Right.

You got your room.
Right.

Now, you know
what to do next.

Right.

BOTH:
Coffee break.

Oh, no, you won't!

You cats ain't hit
a lick of work yet, man.

Come on, get off
your rump. Move.

I want to see
those brushes flying.

I want to see
paint, paint, paint.

You know,
he ain't been the same

since he saw Roots.

I know what you mean.

Hey, let's move it.

Let's move it, fellows. Move it.
All right.

Okay, I got 'em started.
I'll see you later.

Hey, wait a minute,
Bookman.

Where you think
you're going?

I got to make
a phone call.

Besides, I can't stand
the smell of paint.

Or the sight of work.

Oh, Willona...

I just know something awful
has happened to J.J.

Flo, try
to take it easy.

Drink your coffee
and relax, okay? Relax.

* Well, now *

* First you stamp the tarp down
Nice and tight *

* You stir it
To the left *

* And you stir it
To the right *

* You give the brush a shake
You give the roller a jerk *

BOTH:
* And that's what we call
Starting to work *

Ahh!

You're lucky.

Your apartment's
being painted

by two rejects
from The Gong Show.

Oh, no, it isn't.

J.J.!

Hi, Ma.

Hi, Florida.

J.J., are you all right?
You don't look so good.

Did something happen?

Please, Ma,
could we hold it down?

My head.

He's fine, Florida.

He's just got a hangover,
that's all.

A hangover?

Mr. Dixon,
do you have a hangover?

Yep.

[SHOUTS]
Good!

[GROANS]

Mr. Dixon, what
have you done to J.J.?

Ma, don't yell at Carl.

If you're gonna yell at anybody,
yell at me.

All right...

[SHOUTS]
I will!

Florida,
I take full responsibility.

Responsibility?

Now, that's a strange word
coming from you.

Look, Florida,
I wanna talk--

J.J., where were you
all night?

Well, we started out

drinking at Howie's
Bar and Grill.

And we were having
a real good time

until J.J. smart-mouthed
a truck driver.

Oh, no.
Then what happened?

Nothing. We just picked J.J. up
off the floor,

and everything calmed down.

J.J...now, you know better
than to mess around

with a truck driver.

You're right, Michael,

but I thought
I could handle this chick.

That still doesn't sound
like it took all night.

It didn't.

We spent the rest of the night
looking for Carl's car.

See, when I drove to the bar,

I parked
in an underground garage.

And when we got out of the bar,
somebody moved the garage.

Nobody can move

an underground
garage, J.J.

I guess you're right, Thelma.

Hey, Carl, you think
you parked in the sewer?

[LAUGHING]

It's nothing
to laugh at!

Now, J.J., you know
how worried I get.

The least
you could've done

was call.

I did, Ma.

That phone did not ring here.

Well, I told somebody's mama
I was gonna be out all night.

[BUCKET CLATTERS]

Oh, my rug!

Oh, don't worry, lady,
that bucket was empty.

[BUCKET CLATTERS]
THELMA: Oh, my--

But that one wasn't.

You are ruining my house!

Ma! You got anything
for a hangover?

I got a headache in my teeth
and an earache in my nose.

Aw, you poor baby.
Your head hurts, huh?

[GRUNTS]

Well, I got
a remedy for you.

A glass of tomato juice
with a raw egg,

a teaspoon
full of red pepper,

clove of garlic...

And that'll fix my headache?

No, honey, but when it
hits your stomach,

you'll forget all about
that pain in your head.

I'll help you,
Willona.

J.J., maybe you need
to eat something.

A hot cup of coffee
should do him some good.

You heard the lady.

Coffee break.

Good thinking.

Ah.

Well, here's
to Mr. Coffee.

Here's to
Mrs. Olson.

BOTH:
Who needs 'em?

Carl.

Ooh.

Don't worry, Carl.

I won't tell anybody
about your war wound.

War wound?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
War wound, right.

Uh, J.J., you be sure
and keep it a secret.

Don't worry, Carl.

This is the kind of thing
only us men can understand.

[CHUCKLES]

MICHAEL:
Hey, J.J.,

come here, come here,
come here.

Man, you spent all last night
with Carl.

Did you find out
why he was leaving Mama?

Yeah, I found out.

You did?

Now, tell us.
Come on.

This is not the kind of thing
a man tells to his sister.

All right.
I'm your brother. Tell me.

All right, Michael,
here it is.

You see,
what happened was--

[CLEARS THROAT]

When J.J. talks,
everybody listens.

I know.

Look here, Michael.

You know, when a man
goes into the Army,

he has to give up
certain things.

Right.

Well, let's just say
that Carl's an overachiever.

Sugar.
Sugar.

Cream.

Cream.

Rat poison.

Rat poison?

Mm-hmm.

If you're gonna
serve coffee

to a dude
that's just jilted you,

at least make sure
it's his last cup.

Ma, I found out
why Carl left,

and he had
a good reason.

I don't even wanna know
the reason.

I do.

So do I.

[SNORTS]

Let me put it to you
this way, Ma.

War is hell.

J.J., take this coffee...

and get out of my way.

Here's your coffee,
Mr. Dixon.

Florida.

Florida...we have to
talk it out.

I thought
your strong suit

was walking out.

Okay, okay,
I deserve that.

And I deserve
an explanation.

I'm trying to
give you one.

First you walk out of here,
and you don't tell me why--

Okay, you're right,

but now I'd like
to tell you why.

And then you come right back,
and you still don't tell me why.

Look, will you
give me a chance?

All I can hear
is some nonsense from J.J.

about a war!

Okay, okay, okay.

Florida, I came back

because yesterday
I found out something.

And I figured
this isn't the time

to start
a long relationship.

I don't understand.

Yesterday, I found out
I have lung cancer.

Oh, my God.

And that's why
I'm selling the shop

and leaving town.

Cancer...

Oh, Carl, why didn't
you tell me?

Look, Florida...
I wanted to,

but I'm having trouble
facing it myself.

Painter coming through.
Lunch break.

Lunch break?

You just had
a coffee break,

and you haven't done
a lick of work yet!

Strong union.

Florida, they're
gonna operate,

and, after that,
who knows?

Carl, you'll have
plenty of time--

Where do you keep
your tomatoes?

In the refrigerator.

Thank you.

You'll have plenty of time.

You read every day

about people surviving
cancer operations.

Florida, you're
an eternal optimist.

You must open
every box of Cracker Jacks

thinking you're gonna find gold.

I found you, didn't I?

Then maybe you can find
the mayonnaise?

One more minute,

and my fist is gonna
find his nose.

Carl, don't
get yourself upset.

I'm not getting upset.

Look, I'm gonna have
the operation,

and, after that,

I'll have one month,
two, three, who knows?

Hey, uh, how about you folks
giving me a hand

with this tarp here?

Whew! This guy must've been
inhaling his turpentine.

What was I
thinking about,

smoking the way I did
for 25 years?

That was just plain stupid--

[SHOUTING]
What the hell
do you want?!

A pickle.

We're out
of pickles.

All right.
All right.

Carl, why you?

I mean,
it just isn't fair.

Look, come on, Florida,
life is a crapshoot.

Only in my case,
the dice were loaded.

You know
you're out of mustard too?

Why do you have to
go away?

Why don't you stay here
with people who love you,

who can take care of you?

Take care of me?
Yes.

No, thanks.

And your lettuce is wilted.

How would you
like your tongue wilted?

Carl.
Carl, please.

Just one more time.

Just one more time.
Come on, Carl.

All this, over a little
piece of lettuce?

Carl...come on.

Look...
Florida, I met you,

and that's all the luck
I've got coming to me.

So let me cut out
while I'm ahead.

Yesterday, you were gonna
ask me to marry you.

That was yesterday.

Carl...

I love you.

Florida,
I love you too--

Lady, all you have here
is brown bread.

I like my sandwich
on, uh, white bread.

That tears it!

No, no!

This one is mine.

You want white bread?

Oh, yes, please.

You've got it.

Okay, a little
to the left.

Now, this way,
this way.

Come on. Come on.
Hold-- Hold it!

I left my scraper
on the couch.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

I'll get it.
I'll get it.

Where's the phone?

It's under
the tarp here.

PAINTER:
What? Hello?

Huh? Sure.

Okay. All right.

[RECEIVER CLATTERS]

Hey, uh, any of you guys
named Thelma?

That's me.

You just had a phone call.

Who was it?

How should I know?

I'm a painter,
not an answering service.

Look, that could've been
a very important call.

Don't worry, Thelma,

as long as your
phone number's

still written
on the phone booth wall,

it'll call back.

Hey, hey, hey.

What's going on here?

Everything
but the painting, Booga.

Then you're lucky.

The people in 714

are still trying to get
the paint off their parakeet.

Hey, come on, fellows,
let's paint those walls.

Hey, I'm sorry
for leaving you alone

with these loonies,
Mrs. Evans, but I did have

an important
phone call to make.

Uh, as a matter of fact,

it turned out
to be about you.

About Carl?
Yeah.

Hey, can I talk to you
for a minute, Carl?

Bookman, we're having a very
private conversation here.

Hey, it'll take
just a minute.

It's very important,
Mrs. Evans, believe me.

Florida,
I'll be right back.

Come on,

you're getting paid
to paint, fellas!

Gee, whiz. Try to get
white people to work.

Florida...

Florida, I think the kids
should know the truth.

Willona, kids...

I've got something
to tell you.

Okay, Bookman...
what's so important?

Hey, we got a mutual friend,
Dr. Sturges.

How do you know
Dr. Sturges?

We're old friends.

He asked me to talk to you about
your operation.

Dr. Sturges has a big mouth.
Yeah, but he cares, man.

Yeah, and he's telling everybody
and his brother I got cancer!

And everybody's saying,
"There goes Carl Dixon.

"He's got the big C.

Help him across the street."

Well, who wants that crud?

Whether I got six months
or six days,

I'm splitting.

Hey, man, you think
you're so brave

planning six months
to live?

That don't make you brave.

That makes you a quitter.

Who the hell are you
calling a quitter?

You can beat it,

but you gotta stop
planning to die

and start
planning to live.

Where do you come off
giving me advice?

Dr. Sturges asked me
to talk to you.

If I wanted a second opinion,
I wouldn't consult a janitor.

Hey, listen, man. You know that
operation you're gonna have?

It ain't no big thing.

I had the same thing
five years ago.

You did?

Yeah. That's the reason Dr.
Sturges turned me onto you.

He believes
in the buddy system.

Well, that--
That's incredible.

Well, Dr. Sturges told me

that the odds for a black man
to make it even that long

are six out of a hundred.

You sure are lucky.

Hey, it ain't
just luck.

It was detected early,
the same break you got.

Break?

Are you willing to give me
a written guarantee

I'll make it
for five years?

No.
Ha!

Hey, I wouldn't take
five years myself.

I'd say,
"Take it back, brother.

Give me 25 years."

Take John Wayne,
the Duke himself.

He had
the same operation.

He's still going strong.
And you can do it too.

John Wayne, huh?

Yeah, haven't you
seen the commercial?

[IMITATING JOHN WAYNE]
Well, hello, pilgrims.

This is John Wayne talking.

You know, my friends
at the American Cancer Society

need your help,

so I'm deputizing you
to have regular checkups.

Yessiree, Bob.

This is the old Duke.

I'm reminding you
to shoot straight,

stand tall in the stirrups

and never sit
on your saddle horn.

Yaw, haw, haw.

Are you telling me...
I gotta be tough?

Yeah, at least you gotta be
as tough as the Duke.

I am.

But you gotta keep saying
to yourself every day,

"I'm gonna make it.

"It can't happen to me.

"I ain't gonna die.

"I'm gonna live.

I'm gonna live."

John Wayne, huh?

But, Ma,
I don't understand

why Carl
is leaving Chicago.

I mean, we're
like his family.

He really
needs us now.

It was Carl's
decision, honey,

and we've got to respect
his wishes.

Florida, I've gotta
talk to you.

And not only that.
I want everybody to hear this.

[BUCKETS CLATTER]

Oh, no!

WILLONA:
Take it easy, Flo!

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

I'll get it.

I got it.

It's the police.

Is this the Evans
residence?

Evans--
Didn't they move?

Palm Springs,
wasn't it?

J.J.

Now, you stop that nonsense.

Good news, Mrs. Evans.

We found your son.

Oh, no, we forgot
to call the cops back.

Officer, there's been
a mistake. You see--

Bring him in,
Charlie!

What's going on here?

Officer,
this is not my son.

Believe me, Mrs. Evans,
I understand

why you don't want
to admit it.

I told you,
my name's Jerome.

Wait a minute.

Let me check
this thing out here.

Poor lady,
you got two of 'em.

I don't know why
you picked this man.

He don't look
nothing like me.

He lacks my, uh...

full beauty.

If I had your beauty,

the police wouldn't have me,
the garbage folks would.

You got some nerve!

[BOTH ARGUING]

Shut up.

Shut up!

But I must admit
one thing.

You do show remarkably
good taste in clothes.

Shut up, J.J.

Okay, I didn't mean
to yell...

but I didn't know any other way
to get attention in this asylum.

Officer, take this
young man out, please.

Go ahead, Carl.

Thank you, Florida.

Okay. Now you know
I've got cancer,

I was gonna have
the operation and leave town,

but I've changed my mind.

What?

I'm gonna have
the operation,

but I'm not
leaving town.

I've been living here
for years,

and this is where
I'm going to keep on keeping on.

MICHAEL:
Hey, all right!

Bookman...
I'm gonna beat it.

J.J.:
Yeah.

Great. That's
the spirit, baby.

Wait, wait, wait.
I'm not done yet.

I got something here.

Florida...
this is for you.

Oh, Carl.

Florida,
will you marry me?

ALL:
Yes!

I need one more "yes."

ALL:
Yes!

Florida?

Yes, Carl.

[ALL CHEERING]

* Mmm *

* Just lookin'
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* Watching
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