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Father, give me strength.

Rembrandt?

Hey, Rembrandt?

Huh?

Oh, Mama.

I'm glad you woke me up.

I was having
this terrible dream.

I dreamt I was commissioned
to paint Miss Black America...

nude.

Oh, what's so terrible
about that?

It turned out
the winner was Moms Mabley.

JJ, I thought I told you

not to use my dish towels
to wipe your paintbrushes.

Now, what do you
call this?

How about
Sunset on the Congo?

How about my hand
upside your head?

You're making a mess
of this whole house.

My kitchen is spilling over
with your stuff.

You know what I almost
made for dinner

the other night?

Turpentine soup.

Ma, you've got to do something
about JJ.

Now what?

I was going to wash my hair,

and I almost used
this tube of paint.

I might have wound up
with green hair.

If you were a little shorter,

you'd have been
the first black leprechaun.

If I spill this on you,
then you know what you'd be?

The ugly Green Giant.

Ho-ho-ho.

All right, stop it,
the two of you.

JJ, what were your paints
doing in the bathroom?

I never know

where the inspiration
may hit me.

In the bathroom?

Some people read. I paint.

Can't a man get some rest
in his own house?

You should hear
what's going on.

I did.
Your voices carried

all the way to the west wing
of the mansion.

James, I want you
to talk to JJ.

All right, baby.

Hi, JJ.
How you doing?

Not bad.
Good.

Well, I talked to him.

Now I'm going
back to sleep.

Very funny.

Man!

You can't get nothing
done in this town!

Now, what's eating you?

I was on this protest march.

We were demanding
more black policemen

in the projects area,

but they came and broke it up.

Who broke it up?

Some black policemen.

I'm going back to sleep.

James,

before you go,

there's something else
we got to discuss about JJ.

What's to discuss,
baby?

If the boy made a mess,
let him clean it.

It ain't the mess he made.

It's the mess
he might be in.

How come all of a sudden
he's got so much art supplies?

Where'd he get all that money?

I hope he hasn't been
findingthings again.

Junior, have you been
findingthings again?

I am no longer forced
by economic necessity

to findthings.

I have what we call
in artistic circles "a patron."

A patron?
What's he talking about?

A patron is a sponsor.

How'd you get a sponsor?

I took a couple
of my masterpieces downtown,

and this dude
who recognizes true talent

and divine inspiration
when he sees it

took one look at my work,

and it blew his mind,

to the tune of $10
for some art supplies.

A man gave you $10?

Yeah, so I could keep on

exercising my ebony genius
on canvas.

Hey, how about that?

Take a look at this, baby.

Why, this is art.

I don't know.

JJ, why don't you paint

things like trees,
mountains,

green meadows?

As soon as we get some of 'em
around here,

I'll paint 'em.

Why don't you paint
jolly things...

something gay?

I did, Mama.

This is Sweet Willie Koontz.

Baby, let the boy do his thing.

I mean, he's got a sponsor now,
ain't he?

Hey, Junior, who is this cat

that knows the real Evans talent
when he sees it?

He owns a little...
get this word. "Boutique."

That's a fancy name

for a store where they
charge you too much.

When you got a name
like "boutique,"

you gots to charge more.

Anyway, you're going
to him pretty soon,

'cause he's coming over here.

He wants to pick out
two of my paintings.

He thinks he can sell them.

JJ, this could be
the big break

you've been waiting for.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

I'm going to be the Hank Aaron
of the art world.

Mr. Jackson's even got
a little storage room

over his store...

pardon me, "boutique."

That word is dy-no-mite!

Anyway, he says
I can paint there

anytime I want to.

Now, how about that, baby?

Now Junior's going to have

his own separate place
to paint. Won't be no--

Did you say Jackson?

What's his first name?

Leroy.
Leroy Jackson.

Hold on, now,
James.

It can't be
the same one.

How we know it ain't?
How we know it is?

What's going on?

I don't want
to talk about it.

A long time ago,
somebody named Leroy--

I'll talk about it.

Before I married
your mother, Junior,

me and Leroy Jackson

was working in
a gas station together.

Boy, we was tight.

I mean, we did
everything together.

We drank together,
we partied together,

then we decided to go
into business together,

so I gave Leroy Jackson
$250 of my money

to put on the business,

and you know what?
He blew it on a horse.

I mean, he was my friend
and I trusted him,

and he blew everything:

The money, the business,
and our friendship,

on a horse.

Daddy, the horse lost,
huh?

Is an elephant heavy?

James, you're being foolish
about this whole thing.

It can't be
the same one.

There are at least 200
Leroy Jacksons

in Chicago.

Well, there was 80,000
at Soldier's Field

the night that pigeon
picked on your uncle Hector.

James, how long you going
to carry a grudge?

The Bible says

"Love your enemies
and pray for them."

Well, baby, when I catch up
to Leroy Jackson,

youpray for him,

'cause he's going to need it

to recover from the whipping
I'm going to put on him.

That ain't the kind of prayer
the Lord had in mind.

The Lord ain't never lost
$250 on a horserace.

[KNOCKING]

Hey, Mr. Jackson.

Hello, Junior.

Come on in.

I went you to meet my family.

This is my mother,
my brother

and my sister.

How do you do. Hello. Hi.

Folks, this is Mr. Jackson,
my jackpot.

I want you
to meet the man

who fathered
this magnificent talent, my dad.

Daddy, this is...

Leroy Jackson.

The only man I ever trusted
to go into business with,

and you beat me
out of my money.

James Evans!

I can't believe it!

Well, you're going to believe it

after I separate your teeth
from your mouth.

James!

Now, there's going to be
no violence

in this house.

It ain't going to be
in the house.

The first punch
is going to knock him

clean out in the hallway!

James, I just want
to say one thing.

I don't want
to hear it.

I've been trying
to say this for 20 years.

I don't want to hear it!

James, let the man
speak his piece.

No. Now, Leroy Jackson,
get the hell out of my house.

Not until I get this
off my chest.

Daddy!
Don't throw him out.

He wants to help
JJ's career.

There'll be nobody
in this family

taking no help from him.

Now split, man!

I said I don't
want to hear it.

Now split!

Well, too bad, Junior.

Dad...what are you--?

Mr. Jackson, don't go.

Thanks a lot, Dad.

You just turned my jackpot
into two lemons and a plum.

You'd better check yourself,
Junior.

I don't need no lip out of you
or favors from him.

Just 'cause y'all
had a hassle 20 years ago,

I don't see
why I've got to suffer.

I wasn't even born yet,

and if I'd known
this was going to happen,

I wouldn't even have bothered
to show up.

James, you can't let
a silly argument like this

stand in the way
of your son's future.

Yeah!

Who you saying "yeah" to?

Uh...to whom it may concern?

Can I say something?

This was a big chance for JJ

The people could have
discovered his talent.

Do my ears deceive my face?

Thelma, you saying
something kind about me?

I could kiss you.

I didn't say nothing
that kind.

Daddy, I'd like to express
the black point of view.

The world needs more artists
like JJ to represent us.

And I'd like to express myself

on the black father's
point of view.

This house can do with
a lot less fat-mouthing

from a militant midget like you.

That also goes for
the medium and the large.

You ain't heard
from the giant economy-size yet.

James, the children are right.
You did the wrong thing.

I'm running this house.

I'm not going to have
our kids talking to me that way.

Now, Junior, as long as you're
living under my roof,

you ain't going to do
but one thing,

and that's obey.

Who says I've got to live
under your roof?

What are you trying to say,
Junior?

I'm saying
maybe I ought to leave.

Aw, son, it's rough out there.

You'd be back home

before your suitcase
stopped rocking.

I can make it on my own.

Toulouse-Lautrec was 18
when he left home.

I'm a year younger,
but I'm a lot taller.

JJ, I think you're
letting this go too far.

No, Mama. Mr. Jackson says
I could use his storage room.

Maybe I'll take him up on that.

Junior, you mean to say
you'd stay with a man

who betrayed your father?

Aw, Dad, that was 20 years ago.

He's my patron now.

Well, son, and that's if
you care about being my son,

if you go anywhere
near Leroy Jackson's house,

you can forget about
ever coming back here again.

Who says I'm coming back?
JJ!

You got your hat.
Get your coat.

James, please.

That's exactly
what I'm going to do.

I'm going to pack.

I'll help you!

JJ, don't leave.

JJ, man, don't do this.
I'm being asked to.

James, tell your son
this is his house too.

If he sets foot
outside that door,

it ain't his house no more.

JJ?

You heard him, Mama.

Goodbye, Mama.

Goodbye, Michael.
Goodbye, Thelma.

Goodbye, almost everybody.

James, you remember
when Junior was born,

you came into my room,

picked him up in your arms,

and said, "Florida, this boy
is going places."

I never dreamed it would be

the storage room
over a boutique.

What you doing awake,
Michael?

You like to sleep late
on Sunday mornings.

I ain't been sleeping too good
since JJ left.

I'm used to having him
in bed with me.

I know, son.

I keep dozing off,

but every time JJ
don't kick me, I wake up.

I haven't been sleeping
too good myself

these last few days.

Yeah, I heard you and Daddy
arguing all night.

We were not arguing.
We were discussing the problem.

Sure was
a loud discussion.

Mama, when's the problem,
coming home?

I wish I knew, child.

I sure do hope it's soon,

'cause I need JJ
to kick me to sleep.

Why don't you get
washed up?

Breakfast will be
ready soon.

Hey, mister,
what you doing up so early?

I had a bad night.

You've got Mama to argue with.

I ain't got nobody.

You'd better
pull that lip in.

Good morning, baby.

It's morning,

but there ain't
nothing good about it.

Will you stop looking at me

like I'm an imperial wizard
of the Klan?

If the sheet fits...

Oh, now, baby,
I'm still your husband,

and you're still
my wife.

We're also the mother
and father

of a son that's not here.

James, we could
get that boy back

if you'd just be reasonable.

I am reasonable.

Then why don't you tell JJ
it's all right

for Jackson to help him?

Now, Florida, my mind's
made up, and that's that.

Lord, make this man
more reasonable.

I don't want you doing
no praying for me, woman,

without my permission.

James Evans, you watch
your mouth.

How do you know the Lord
won't reach down

and punish you
for that?

Well, the Lord is my friend
too.

Hey, we're running buddies,
ain't we, Lord?

James, that is blasphemy,

and the Lord is going
to show you a sign

and make you know it.

All right.

I'll give him 10 seconds
to show me a sign.

You ready, Lord?
Let's go.

James, you put
that watch back on

and apologize.

Now, you stay
out of this, woman.

This is between me
and the Lord.

You hear that, Lord?

This is James Evans talking!

You've got 10 seconds
to do your thing!

James, you ain't doing
yourself no good

carrying on like that!

Well, time is running out.

He ain't laid a glove on me yet.

Ten. Nine. Eight.

James, give me
that dumb watch.

Seven. Six. Five.

Five. Five.
Five.

Uh-huh.

Maybe he didn't
lay a glove on you,

but he sure punched
a hole in your watch.

Baby, that's just
a coincidence.

Coincidence?
That ain't no coincidence.

I warned you about flying
in the face of the master.

Having another one
of those discussions?

This was a three-way
discussion.

Go finish
setting the table.

Yes, ma'am.

Sure does seem funny

setting the table for
four instead of five.

Well, just do it

without any references
to number five, will you?

Okay, but it's going to be weird

sitting around eating

without once
hearing somebody say,

"Dy-no-mite!"

Now, you keep that up,
and we're going to be down

to a setting for three,
number four.

Morning.

Good morning,
sweetheart.

Hey, morning,
baby girl.

Why you so down?

You had all the time you needed
in the bathroom this morning.

That's the trouble, Daddy.

It's no fun without
JJ pounding on the door

and yelling,
"Get out of there, girl,

"you've been going steady
with the bathroom mirror

long enough."

Well,
that's enough of that.

Let's just sit down
and eat our breakfast

and that's all.

Michael,
say the blessing.

Thank you, God, for the grits
we are about to receive.

And...

And when you're finished
with us,

say hey to JJ.

Now, what kind
of blessing is that?

The Lord ain't got nothing
against a good PS.

Let's face it, James.

The children miss JJ,
I miss him,

and in your heart,
you know you miss him, too.

Why don't we just ask him
to come home?

He ain't setting foot
in this house again

until he can show
some respect for his father.

Now, can we eat,
please,

before I lose
my appetite?

I already lost mine.

Thelma, baby,
when you're all finished,

clear the table for me.

Okay, Mama.

Hey, baby,
where are you going?

Your Highness has had
his breakfast served,

and I'm going to church.

It's Sunday, remember?

Uh, look here, uh,
I ain't busy this morning.

You want me
to go with you?

No, I don't think so.

The sermon this morning

is going to be about
the prodigal son.

[KNOCKING]

Come in?

Hi, Junior.

Oh, hi, Mr. Jackson.

How's it going?

Not too good.

All this quiet is disturbing
my concentration.

I could bring
the radio up.

No, I don't mean
that kind of noise.

I mean family yapping
kind of noise.

That's music to paint by.

I'll bring the radio
up anyway.

It might help.

Thelma, will you stop
looking over my shoulder

and making dumb remarks
about my paintings?

My remarks ain't half as dumb
as your paintings.

You couldn't paint a white line
down the middle of a road.

I'd like to paint a stop sign
over your big, fat mouth.

Now, why don't
you shut up

and let me concentrate,
ugly sister?

Ugly?

Who you calling ugly, ugly?

You could be a witch doctor

and use your real face
as the voodoo mask.

Yeah?

Yeah!

Mama, you hear that?

She called me ugly.

Yeah, I heard.

Well, then talk to Thelma.

I'd better
talk to you.

I think
you've flipped.

Hey, I'm beginning to sound
like Mama.

Mama!

JJ, what's happening?
Are you all right, son?

Sure.

I was just trying
to recreate

the peaceful
sounds of home.

Yell at me!

I didn't come here
to yell at you.

I came to see how you were,
and I see.

You're just as lonesome for us
as we are for you.

Yeah, I'm getting flaky
having a bathroom all to myself.

And look out that window.

No kids playing stick ball,

Ned the Wino
not passed out in the gutter,

nobody mugging nobody...

all this quiet
is just too much for me.

This is the only thing
I've painted so far.

Well, you're sure
holding up a sign to me.

You want to come home.

I don't know.

If Dad wasn't so hung up
about Mr. Jackson,

I could stay at home and paint,

and Mr. Jackson could still
sell my paintings.

I'll keep working
on your daddy.

I want you home
too, son.

In the meantime,
I'd better go.

I told James
I was going to church.

JJ, you need any money?

No, I'm all right, Mama.

All right,
but if you need anything,

you be sure and let me know,
you hear?

I will.

Bye, son.

Bye, Mama.

James!

What you doing here,
woman?

I thought you were supposed
to be going to church.

Well, I was,

but the Lord
detoured my footsteps

in this direction.

What you doing here?

Well, I...

That is to say, I...

You sound just like the heads
of one of them oil companies

trying to explain
gasoline prices.

What am I doing here?

I'll tell you what
I'm doing here.

I'm missing
my red checkered shirt,

and I thought Junior

might have packed it in
with his stuff by mistake.

That's what
I'm doing here now.

Well, that makes sense,
except for one thing.

You're wearing it.

Oh, James, come on
now, admit it.

You want JJ home
as much the rest of us do,

and you came over
to ask him home.

No, that's the last thing
on my mind, baby,

but I'm still the boy's father,

and I came over here to warn him

about that no-good crook
Jackson,

'cause, Junior, once a crook,
always a crook.

And once a stubborn ox,
always a stubborn ox.

James!

Leroy Jackson, get the hell
out of my house!

What?!

Man, this is my house.

Then get the hell
out of your house.

I ain't going nowhere.

Now, look here,
Jackson...

No, you look.

You been woofing so much,

you give nobody else
a chance to woof.

Amen.

Just be quiet, Florida.
Now, Jackson, I...

I'm going to talk
this time, James Evans,

and I don't care
what happens after,

but I'm going to say something

I've been wanting to say
all these years,

something you never gave me
a chance to say,

but it's on my mind,

and I'm going
to say it now.

After I blew that $250
on the race that day,

I came by your house
to tell you this,

but you slammed the door
in my face.

I tried to explain it
the other day,

but you threw me
out of your house.

Well, you're in my house now,

and after 20 years,

I'm finally going to say it,
and you're going to listen.

You all ready for this, folks?

Here's a man, my blood buddy,

broke my heart,
beat me for my money,

now he's going to come up
with a 20-year-old excuse.

Well, this ought to be good.
Go ahead and say it, Jackson.

James, I'm sorry.

Is that what you was
trying to say 20 years ago?

Yeah, man.

Ain't that a whip?

Baby, how do you answer
"I'm sorry?"

You don't answer it,
honey.

You accept it.

Oh, Jackson, you always
did fight dirty, man.

Well, I hope you'll let me
keep helping your son,

'cause I think
he's really got talent.

Well, if you think
you can help him, go ahead.

If somebody
really wants to help me,

ask me to come home.

Well, James?

Aw, Junior, you can come home
anytime you get ready.

Would immediately be too soon?

Immediately would be
right on.

Dy-no-mite!

I'm going to call Thelma,
then I'm going to pack.

What do you got
to call Thelma for?

I want her
to lock herself in the bathroom,

then when I get home,
I'll holler,

"Girl, when you
getting out of there?"

And she yells back, "Never.
Hold it in till you bust!"

Then I'll know I'm home.

Hey, baby, where's JJ?

Jackson sold one
of his paintings,

so he's out buying
some new things.

Now, what in the world is that?

When you're an artiste,
you gots to keep up the image.

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