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Hey, Ma?

I got a problem.

I'm supposed to paint
a picture of somebody

by the weekend,

and I can't figure out
what to paint.

Well, who did
you promise

to paint
a picture of, J.J.?

This new fox I'm dating,

Marvelous Myrna,
the human burner.

"Human burner?"

Yeah. Kissing Myrna's like
putting your lips to a hotplate.

She really cooks.

Forget about the painting,
and get her a skillet.

Nah, Ma, I want
to get the lucky girl

a true expression
of my artistic talents.

Well, then paint her something
that'll take her breath away.

I already thought of that, Ma,

but I don't have time
to do a self-portrait.

Then do a still-life.

Paint your brain.

I want to know
who rang your bell,

frog face.

Who are you
calling frog face,

chicken chest?

You got some nerve
calling me--

All right. Stop it, children.

Now, look, I'm in no mood
for any of your hassling now.

What's
the matter, Ma?

Oh, it's Michael.
He's late again.

You know,
I'm a little worried about him.

He's been late a lot lately

since he's been going
to that school.

Aw, Ma, he's probably
just walking

some love-starved
teenybopper home.

Oh, don't be silly.
Michael's mind's on his studies.

Yeah, Ma,
but he's getting old enough

to find out about
the right things to...study.

Michael's really
acting different lately.

I mean, really cranky.

This morning,
I cooked the oatmeal,

and he didn't stop
complaining about it.

All right, J.J.,

don't you say anything smart
about my oatmeal.

Thelma, I wouldn't say

anything smart
about your oatmeal.

I mean, everybody knows

your oatmeal
sticks to the ribs...

And to the pot
and to the pan

and to the ceiling.

All right, J.J., that's enough.

You know,
I just don't like the idea

of Michael being out this late.

And the way he has been acting,
who knows what he's up to.

Oh, Ma...

Michael's got
a lot of extra school work

now that he's in
that special-ed class.

[KNOCKING]

Maybe he stopped off
at the library.

Maybe.

Hi, sis.

Wilbert!

THELMA:
Uncle Wilbert!

[LAUGHING]

Oh, you sure are one
for pulling surprises.

Now, how come
you didn't tell us

you were coming?

Well, now,
if I told you I was coming,

you'd be counting the minutes.

So why should I make you suffer?

Well, I'm here now.
Enjoy me.

Oh, Thelma...

You sure have grown up.

You're a beautiful
young lady.

Thank you.

You look just like
your mama here

when she was your age.

Please don't remind me.

I was a size seven then.

But, like Willie Mays,

they permanently
retired my number.

J.J., there's something
different about you.

I don't know what it is.

I can't spot it.

Nobody can.
It's his mustache.

What you talking
about, girl?

I'll have you know,

I have to trim this thing
every day.

It's growing wild.

Well, save the hair
for me, J.J.

I could use it up here.

You two.

Wilbert, you don't know
how good it is to see you.

Mm. What brings you here?

Well, now,
when you wrote me

that James was gonna be
out of town for a while,

I said to myself,

"Now, this family
needs a man

"to take charge
of the house.

My sister needs me."

Now, you know your sister
can take care of herself.

And I know why
you're really here.

Every time James is away,

you just can't wait
to take over.

Well, I'm a sucker
for your kids,

and taking care
is my specialty.

Yeah, you know,
being the only boy

in a family
of five girls, you know,

I had to take care
of all y'all.

And I did a good job too.

You know,

when your mama used to
go out driving with a boy,

I'd always make sure
he knew the three R's.

Respect, righteousness,

and, if you thinking about
messing with my sister,

reverse!

Hey, hey...

Where's Michael,
my genius nephew?

Oh, he's not home
from school yet.

Well, how's he doing
in that special class?

Getting straight A's
as usual, huh?

Well, we don't know.

He didn't bring home
his first report card yet.

Well, there ain't nothing
to worry about.

You know he's always
gonna be tops.

Hi, y'all.

FLORIDA:
Hey, Willona.

Lord, give me strength.
Wilbert!

Willona!

[SHRIEKING]

How you doing?

What are you doing
in the Windy City, man?

Oh, making it blow harder.

Oh, Willona,
you sure are looking fine.

Mm-hmm.

How do you manage
to stay so young?

Well, I lie a lot.

Oh, ho, ho, ho!

Seriously, though,

to what do we owe
the honor of this visit?

Oh, just filling in for James
while he's out of town.

You know, this house
needs a man in it.

Yeah, so does mine.

What are you talking about,
"This house needs a man"?

What do I look like?

Ooh, can I answer that?

Hey, Flo, was today
some kind of school holiday?

No.

Why do you ask?

Well, I could have swore
I saw Michael

near the boutique
around noon.

Are you sure
Chicago ain't celebrating

New York being broke?

No, this ain't no holiday.

Now what about Michael?

Well, I was coming out
of the boutique

on my way to lunch, and--

Child, you will never believe
who I had lunch with today.

Rochelle Johnson.

And you want to hear the latest?

She was just divorcing
for the sixth time.

Willona, about Michael?

And she don't even
bother getting

no new wedding license.

She just has
the old one xeroxed.

Willona, please,
what about Mike?

Oh, honey,
it wasn't important.

Oh, no, no.
You started something,

now finish it.
Well, it was just that I thought

I saw Michael on the corner
in the middle of the afternoon.

I was kind of surprised.
But it wasn't him.

Because when I yelled "Michael,"
whoever it was turned and zipped

faster than a witness
at a mugging.

No, that couldn't
have been Michael.

Not that boy.
He'd be at school, huh?

Of course he would.

Yeah, probably some kid
just looked like him.

Yeah, you know what they say.
We all have a twin.

You mean that
there's somebody else

walking around
looking like you?

You know, I really am starting
to get worried about him.

J.J., will you go out
and see if you can find him?

Sure, Ma.

Hi.

See, Ma? I told you
I'd find him.

Michael, boy.

Hi, Uncle Wilbert.

Come over here

and give your favorite uncle
a great big hug!

Michael, where have you been?
It's almost 5:00.

Oh, I'm sorry I'm late, Ma.
I had to go back for my book.

Now, you see there, Florida?

I told you that boy's
always got his mind on books.

He's gonna be
a Supreme Court judge

just like we always said.

Hey, Supreme Court judge
nothing.

This dude here's
gonna be president.

Hey, hey, Michael,
when you become prez,

will you make me
ambassador to Harlem?

Sure, Uncle Wilbert.

Michael.
Yes, Ma?

When are you gonna get
your report cards?

Your Uncle Wilbert
is just dying to see them.

Oh, well, Ma, I don't know

exactly when
we will be getting them.

Well, uh, if you'll excuse me,

I'm going to do
some studying.
Michael.

When your Uncle Wilbert
is here,

you always like to sit
and chat with him.

Oh, no,
that's all right, Florida.

Let the boy study.

Now, that is much more
important, you know.

His mind is like
a belly dancer's hips,

got to be moving all the time.

Well, um,
excuse me, please.

Well, Flo, listen.

One thing's for certain.

It wasn't Michael I saw,
so stop worrying.

You know, I must be
getting nearsighted.

They say that happens
when you're getting near 30.

30, huh?

Uh-huh.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

I don't know.
Michael just is not himself.

Ma, it's like
I've been telling you.

Some little chick's
probably got his nose open.

But I'll go in there

and have a chat with him.

Give him the benefit

of my vast experience
in the area of...amour.

[KNOCKING]

Come in.

Hey, Michael,
what's happening?

Oh, it's you.

Michael, is that
any way to talk

to your beloved
big brother

and bunk buddy?

J.J., why don't you
cut the jive?

What you want?

Well, Michael,

I think it's time we had
a brother-to-brother talk,

or to put it delicately,

a talk about
the birds and the bees.

Well, I have to study right now.

I'll teach you about sex
some other time, okay?

Too bashful
to talk about it, huh?

Tell me, Michael,
who is she?

Who is who?

Your little fox,
that's who.

There is no fox, J.J.

Michael, there's
got to be a fox.

For every bull,
there's a cow.

For every rooster
there's a hen.

For every rhinoceros

there's a lady rhinoceros
to share its mud hole.

Well, I got some
homework to do

right now, man.

I don't have no time
for no Wild Kingdom.

It's wild,
all right, Michael,

but it's beautiful,

and you're at
the perfect age.

At 13, girls are
just like comic books.

Loaded with adventure,
easy to understand,

and don't cost
no more than a quarter

to take out.

Well, J.J.,

I don't feel like talking
about it right now, okay?

Michael, I know why you're
feeling the miseries.

You're probably turned on
to some little chick

and she's turned off to you.

Well, let me tell you
something, Michael.

You're a good-looking dude,

and you can pull out
any chick you want.

All you got to do
is walk around them...

flash that
big Evans smile...

and they'll be grabbing tickets
and waiting in line.

Got it, Michael?

Yeah, J.J. I got it.

All right, good,
and, uh...

when you get a little older,

I'll teach you
how to handle yourself

in the NFL of love.

[GRUNTS]

Well, Ma,
it's just like I thought.

Some little chick's
been bugging him,

but I gave him a quick
orientation course.

J.J., I've seen

some of the girls
you've gone out with.

They look like they've been
through an obstacle course.

Quiet, melon face.

[KNOCKING]

Oh, Mrs. Evans?
Yes.

We're Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins.

You have a son named Michael

attending
the Upper Grade Center.

We want to talk to him,
if you don't mind.

Oh, sure. May I ask why?

Because he's in
big trouble at school.

Big trouble?

What happened?

That no-good kid of yours
beat up on our little boy,

that's what happened.

Oh, there must be some mistake.

Michael wouldn't go around

beating up on anybody.
That's right.

Michael doesn't
believe in violence.

We taught him that.

That's right,

and we'll punch out
anyone who says that we didn't.

All I know is that my wife
called me home from work

on account of this,

and I can't afford
to lose no hour's pay,

so you folks better
get your son in line

or I'll have that kid expelled.

Oh, now, hold it.

Now, don't you go
making no threats there,

balloon belly.

Don't you go calling my husband
"balloon belly."

Yeah, cool it,
jive turkey.

You asking for a fat lip
to go with that stomach?

Yeah!

Oh, J.J., stop that

before your arms fall
out of the sockets.

Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins,

I don't appreciate
anybody walking into my house,

blaming my son
for something he didn't do.

That's right,

so you just shift
that lard

in the other direction
and split.

Wilbert, please.

We're not leaving

till we get an apology
from you and your husband.

I am not her husband.
I'm her brother.

Now, you see that, Florida?
It is a good thing I came.

Now, you don't have
to take no guff

from fatso here,

or that lady over there

with the bad
sinus condition.

Bobby, tell them
what happened, honey.

Go ahead. Tell them.

Michael hit me.

Well, if he did,
you hit him first.

That's impossible.

We've taught our son
that fighting is for animals

and to turn the other cheek.

And when I did,
Michael hit me on that one too.

Well, there is
one way to find out.

Michael,
will you come out here, please?

You know, what
don't make sense

is Michael laying
a hand on this kid.

He look like he play center
for the Chicago Bears.

Yeah, the only way
Michael could hurt him

is to harpoon him.

Michael,

didn't you hear me
calling you, child?

Yeah, Ma, I heard you.

Look, these folks
said you hit their son.

I want you
to tell them the truth.

You didn't hit him.

You didn't even
touch him, right?

No, Ma, I did hit him.

Well, then,
he hit you first, right?

No, Ma.
One more "No, Ma,"

and there ain't gonna be
no Michael.

I'll tell you why he hit me.

Because he's jealous.

Jealous? Jealous of what?

I showed him
my report card yesterday,

and I got all A's,

and he didn't.

Okay. I caught you lying.

You couldn't have showed him
your report card yesterday,

because the report cards
haven't come out yet.

Ain't that right, Michael?

No, Uncle Wilbert.

I got a feeling we're seeing
a disaster film in the making.

I beg your pardon.

The report cards
were handed out yesterday.

We've already signed Bobby's
and sent it back.

Yesterday?

All right, Michael,

I want to see
your report card.

Now go and get it.
Go on, Michael.

Michael.

[GASPS]

Oh, no.

Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins,
we owe you an apology.

We're sorry.

Michael?

Don't you have anything
to say to Bobby?

Yeah.

For having
such a big mouth,

I should have
jacked you up!

[ALL SHOUTING]

FLORIDA:
Michael!

Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins...

It's all right.

Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins,

I guarantee you,

Michael won't bother
your son again.

Thank you!
Come on, Bobby.

Dummy!

Michael!

I don't understand this.

Six subjects, six grades,

and not an A
in the bunch.

Michael, you never
made less than an A

the whole time
you've been in school.

I'm gonna ask you a question
and I want a straight answer.

Was that you
Willona saw this morning?

Yeah, Ma.

Was that before or after

you teed off
on Tubby the Tuba?

After. That's why I cut class.

Michael,
this isn't like you.

I don't understand it.

I want you to tell me
what's going on.

Fighting,

cutting classes, low grades,

and worst of all,
lying about your report card.

I'm waiting
for an explanation, son.

Yeah, so am I!

I'll wait for you to get
your explanation first, Ma.

That's what I'll do right here.
I'll do that, yeah.

Michael,
there must be

some good reason
for all of this.

I don't have one.

All right, young man.

Well, it seems
that there's

nothing else
for me to do

but go to that school and see
what's going on.

We've got to get
to the bottom of this.

Uh, Wilbert,

I think I can do
this by myself.

Michael is my problem.

What are you talking about?
He's my nephew.

I know, but you know
you have a habit

of blowing your stack,

especially when it
concerns the children.

Now, hold it, Florida!

You know I have
complete control of my temper!

What was the last time
you saw me blow my stack?!

There's enough smoke

coming out of that stack
right now

to pollute all of Chicago.

Wilbert, I think I must
handle this myself.

Oh, you do, huh?

After I come
all the way down here

from Detroit
just to be by your side, huh?

To give you a man's help.

Oh, Wilbert,
you know that--

No, no, no,
that's okay, now.

I know when I ain't wanted.

I'll get out of your hair
right now!

No, don't go.

I know when
I ain't wanted!

Now, you heard
your mother.

She said she don't need me.

Goodbye, y'all.

No! No, don't go!

Wilbert...

Wilbert. Wilbert!

Don't worry, Michael.

We'll straighten
these dudes out.

Oh, Wilbert, please.

Now, I didn't want you
to come here,

but since you are,
I want you to please promise me

you'll let me
do all the talking, okay?

All right, Florida.
You the boss.

I'll keep my mouth shut

and play it real cool.

Sorry to have
kept you waiting,

but I had a problem.

Ain't nothing
compared to the problem

you gonna have
right now!

There's something
wrong

when my nephew
don't get all A's.

I-- I beg your pardon?

You'll have
to excuse my brother.

He's just a little upset
about Michael.

More than just
a little, Florida!

Now, this situation
needs straightening out.

Now, now, now, look at her.

She can't be
a real school teacher.

She ain't even wearing glasses.

Wilbert, please!

What we're concerned with
is Michael's grades

and his whole attitude
since he's been at this school.

Well, that's natural.

You know,
here there's more homework,

the pace is accelerated,

and Michael
is in a special class

for brighter students.

Well, now, that's exactly
what I mean. Yeah.

Now, Michael's got
more brains in his head

than any two kids
in the whole school.

Now, that's why you put him
in the special class, huh?

There ain't no work
that you got

that he can't do,
and I'd say that

even if he wasn't
my nephew.

He just wouldn't
say it as loud.

Now, look, look,
we have all known

that Michael was gonna be
a Supreme Court judge

since he was
8 years old, huh?

You tell her, son. Huh?

That you're gonna be a lawyer,
best one there is, huh?

I'm not sure,
Uncle Wilbert.

Say what?

I said I'm not...

I said I'm not sure.

Michael, ever since
you were 8 years old

you wanted to be a lawyer.
Remember?

Another Thurgood Marshall.

You always said that.

No, Mama, you and Daddy
always said that.

I was just trying to be
what you wanted me to be,

but I wish you, Daddy,
Uncle Wilbert and everybody

would please stop telling me
how smart I am.

Michael--
No, Ma,

I have to say this. When I was
in elementary school,

I was at the top
of my class,

but here there are kids
as smart as I am,

some of them
even smarter.

Maybe I don't even belong
in this special class.

Michael, is that why
you were afraid

to bring home
your report cards?

Ma, I knew
how you'd feel

if I didn't bring home
all straight A's.

I wouldn't have said nothing.

Mrs. Evans,
perhaps you and your family

are putting a little too much
pressure on Michael

to perform in school.

Michael, have we done that?

You tried to help him,
but often,

instead of helping a child
to become what he wants to be,

some parents force him

to be what they think
he should be.

Well, what is wrong

with a family wanting him
to be a Supreme Court judge?

Nothing,

but that's a pretty high goal
to think of at his age,

and without realizing it,
you might force him to rebel.

Like fighting, cutting classes,
low grades?

Exactly,

and sometimes, it leads
to something even worse.

Worse?
Yes.

Some children
run away from home,

some join gangs,

and sometimes,
it leads to things

far more tragic.

Michael, son,

I guess all we can say
is we're sorry.

We love you,
and we're behind you 100%.

That's right, Michael.

No more butting in.

You the boss.

You can be anything
you want to be.

Yeah, and if being
a Supreme Court judge

don't turn you on,

well, then
don't let us push you.

You choose your own career.

You your own man now.

Well, I've been figuring.

The way
I punched old Bobby around,

I might even become a boxer.

A what?!

Hey, Florida,

that might not be
a bad idea, now.

First of all, we'll start off

with the Junior
Boxing League,

then move on over
to the Golden Gloves,

and then on to the Olympics.
Olympics.

Hot damn, my nephew
gonna be a heavyweight champ!

Wilbert!

I'm sorry, sis.

Come here.

[***]

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