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* Good times
Any time you meet a payment *

* Good times
Any time you need a friend *

* Good times *

* Any time you're
out from under *

* Not gettin' hassled
Not gettin' hustled *

* Keepin' your head
Above water *

* Makin' a wave when you can *

* Temporary layoffs
Good times *

* Easy credit rip-offs
Good times *

* Scratchin' and survivin'
Good times *

* Hangin' in a chow line
Good times *

* Ain't we lucky we got 'em? *

* Good times **

Ooh! Hurry up, Daddy,
hurry up!

Yeah, Daddy,
we can't wait to hear

how our new stereo sounds.

Yeah, my body's
ready for boogying.

All right,
cool it.

I'm just trying
to make sure

I got these speaker
wires hooked up right.

Come on, let's
hook 'em up.

Let's get on
with it.

Your daddy is right.
Be patient, children.

Boy, Ma, that
stereo's a beauty.

You going to church
all this time

has finally paid off!

J.J.,

for the first time in my life,
I won a raffle,

but that ain't why
I go to church.

I go to pray.

Well, Mama, you must
have prayed real hard this time

to win that.

Yeah, for a $250 stereo,

you gotta give the Lord
a few extra amens.

And hallelujahs.

Hallelujah!

Yeah, well,
let's get on with it.

You all cut that out.

I didn't pray to win no raffle.

Well, it's about time
you won something.

Well, it's all set.

Thelma, you can put
a record on now.

All right!
All right!

Let's go on.

[SOUL MUSIC PLAYS]

Whoa,
listen to that sound!

Yeah!

That's stereophonic soul!

Soul Train,watch out!

[***]

FLORIDA:
Go ahead.

MICHAEL:
Go on, Thelma!

FLORIDA:
Hey, look at this.

JAMES:
Go ahead, Junior!

[FLORIDA AND JAMES LAUGH]

JAMES: Look at you.

[LAUGHS]

JAMES:
Junior.

FLORIDA:
Michael, I didn't know--

Look at Daddy!

Come on, baby, let's dance.

Me?

No! No!

[ALL TALKING AT ONCE]

Come on,
your knees is waiting.

Honey, I--

We can
do the bump.

Do the bump!
Do the bump.

Hey... Hey!

[LAUGHS]

Oh!

[ALL LAUGH]

Ah!

[MUSIC WARBLES OFF]
Oh!

Hey!
What happened?

Power failure.

Somebody must've
raised the price of oil again.

That's all right.
I'll hit the breaker switch.

That ought to get it.

[MUSIC STARTS AGAIN]

That's better.
Whoo!

Yeah.

[MUSIC WARBLES OFF]

Aw... It must be something
in the building.

No, it can't be.

All the lights
in the other apartments are on.

Wait a minute. Thelma,
turn that thing off a minute.

I wanna
try something.

Okay, Dad.

It's off.

All right.

Now, turn it back on.

Okay.

[MUSIC STARTS]

[MUSIC WARBLES OFF]

Oh.
No, that's it.

Turn it off.
Turn it off.

THELMA: Okay.

That's what it is, baby.
It's the stereo.

But how can that be,
James? It's brand new.

Oh, that don't mean nothing,
baby,

not the way
they build stuff today.

You know,
they used to build stuff

to last a lifetime. Hmm.

Then they started
building it to last

until you made
your final payment.

Now they just build it to last
until you get it out the door.

What a rip-off.

Don't worry, children.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

I am sure
they will exchange it.

Now, settle down everybody.

Mrs. Evans?

Yes.

Federal Bureau
of Investigation.

I'm Special Agent Reardon.
This is Special Agent Monroe.

I never thought blowing a fuse
was a federal offense.

Can we talk to you, please?

I don't understand. What about?

Hold on there, Ma.
You don't have to say a word.

They forgot to say,

"Anything that you say
will be held against you."

Now, just be quiet,
Junior.

Uh, you may continue
the interrogation.

Go on.

What you want
to talk to us about?

If you let us in,
we'll explain.

Oh, well, come on in.

Mrs. Evans, uh...

You have a nephew,
Cleatus Jackson?

Yes, that's my
sister Clara's son.

What about Cleatus?

We believe he was involved
in a robbery of the

Dayton National Bank in Atlanta,
Georgia four days ago.

Twenty-five thousand dollars
was stolen.

Cleatus?
Oh, that can't be.

Oh, I bet you're
just picking on him

because he's a member
of the Black Falcons.

All right, now,
be cool, Michael.

Daddy, I'm just standing up
for what's right.

Yeah? You keep
popping your chops,

you're gonna be
standing up all night.

Y'all sure about this?

Well, closed circuit
TV cameras took pictures

during the robbery.

Though they're not too clear,
it looks like him.

Well, "looks like"
ain't the same as "is."

That couldn't be Cleatus.
He would never do such a thing.

We're not saying
definitely he's the one,

but it is a coincidence
that he's suddenly

dropped out of sight
and we can't find him,

and until we do,
he's a suspect.

Well, what's all that
got to do with us?

Yeah!
What's this got to do with us?

Uh, shutting
the mouth.

Mrs. Evans, have you
seen him at all lately?

I haven't seen Cleatus
since two Christmases ago.

Instead of wasting time
with Cleatus,

why don't you find the guy
who shot Medgar Evers?

Well, uh...

If you do see him
or hear from him,

we'd appreciate you
letting us know.

We're very anxious
to get in touch with him.

You can reach us at
this number right here.

Well,
I'm sure it's a mistake.

Well, if he's innocent,

then he has nothing
to worry about.

MICHAEL:
Um, sir?

Can I ask just one question?

Certainly, son.

Who is looking for the guy
who shot Medgar Evers?

[CLEARS THROAT]

Well, thank you
for your time

and, uh, good night.

[EXHALES]

James, I'm still shaking.

All this crazy talk
about Cleatus,

FBI coming to our house
investigating us...

Maybe they're getting tired
of people investigating them.

Boy, oh, boy,
the FBI in our house.

Wait till I tell
my running partners

how cool I was
and how easily I handled them.

No, Junior. That's exactly
what you ain't gonna do.

We're gonna keep this
in the family,

and we don't let it get
no further.

Last thing we need is
neighbors knowing about this.

Don't worry, Dad,
my lips will be sealed.

Hmm. It'll take an awful lot
of glue to seal those lips.

JAMES:
Oh, will you two
knock it off.

And, Florida, please,
whatever you do,

don't tell Willona.

You don't have to worry
about that, James.

Oh.
This kind of news
is something

I wouldn't like
to get around.

Well, that's good.

I tell you, last person
needs to know about it

is motormouth.

Hi.

Those FBI dudes
give y'all a hard time?

Well, the news will
be in Uganda by morning.

Willona,
how did you know it was the FBI?

Are you jiving?

Two white dudes walking
through the projects at night

with their Efrem Zimbalist
suits on.

Flo, I hope you didn't say
nothing about Cleatus to him.

Willona, how did you know
about Cleatus?

You know, I think
one of her earrings

is a listening device.

Well, let's just say
I have instinct and intuition...

and, besides,
it's in the newspapers.

JAMES: Huh?
What?

[ALL SHOUTING AT ONCE]

J.J.:
Hold it!
What's going on here?

How can you tell?
That picture's so fuzzy.

I don't know.

Yeah, but it does
look like Cleatus.

Oh, no,
it can't be.

You can't tell anything by
this picture. It's too far away.

Besides, the cat in this
picture's wearing dark glasses,

and he's not even facing
the camera.

You know, Michael, as a rule,
when you're robbing a bank,

you don't stand there
and pose for pictures.

Amen. I say that too.
I say it was Cleatus.

But you know me.

I do not stick my nose
into nobody's business.

Ha!

Well, I say
it isn't Cleatus...

and I should know better
than anybody else

what Cleatus looks like.

Even the FBI ain't sure.

Well, if you
want my opinion,

I think that, uh--

Uh, when I have one,

I will definitely
relay it to you.

[CHUCKLES]
[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Oh, who's that
now, the CIA?

The CIA, the FBI, we being
alphabeted to death here.

Junior, just answer
the door, will you?

One more alphabet,

and I'm gonna leave home
and never come back.

A-B-C-D-E-F-G.

And answer the door
on your way out.

Oh, boy, keep that up,

I'm gonna get the feeling
I'm not wanted around here.

FLORIDA: J.J.!

Yeah, what
y'all want again?

Good evening again,
uh, Mrs. Evans.

Do you mind
if we use your phone?

Of course not.
It's right over there.

Thank you very much.

It better be
a local call.

Michael.

Well, as a matter of fact,
it is. He's calling a cab.

Somebody stole
all four wheels off our car

while we were here.

Did they steal the spare too?

No.

Mere amateurs, then.

If they were professionals,
they would have left you nothing

but the driver's manual
in the glove compartment.

Uh, I'd like a cab, please.

Yeah. 963 North Gilbert.

Yes, that's right.
As soon as possible, please.

Thank you very much. Bye.

Thank you, Mr. and
Mrs. Evans, uh...

Uh, you really expect
a cab to come here?

Well, sure. Why not?

[CHUCKLES]

James...

They really--
They--

They really expect--

[ALL LAUGHING]

You expect a cab...

tonight?

In this neighborhood?

And you work
for the FBI?

[LAUGHING CONTINUES]

Whoo!

If this is The FBI,
no wonder they're into rerun.

Yeah, we laughing...
but that was the FBI.

This whole thing
is turning into a nightmare.

Flo?
What?

Have you heard anything
from Cleatus lately?

No. But the last time
I talked with my sister Clara,

she said everything was
just fine with Cleatus.

She's real proud
of the work he's doing

with the Black Falcons.

You know, the free
lunch programs for the kids,

counseling youngsters
that are in trouble, all that.

Mama, maybe that's the reason
why they're hassling Cleatus.

You know, a lot of people
don't like the idea

of the Black Falcons trying
to help us stand on our own.

Hey, Cleatus is a hero.

Hey, now,
wait a minute, now.

We ain't sure
if he's innocent or guilty.

I mean,
this picture in the paper

looks too much like him.

It could be him.

You just be careful how
you pick your heroes, mister.

Oh, James...

Now, I have known Cleatus
since he was a little boy.

Mm.

And he's always had
nothing but good in him.

Flo, I know you're right, honey,

but if anything happens,
let me know.

Why? You always know
before we do.

[LAUGHS]

Very funny.

You know, J.J.,
I'm just like you.

Sometimes, I get the
feeling I'm not wanted.

James...

Whatever you was about
to fix in your mouth

to say, forget it.

[CHUCKLES]

I'm going.

[CLUCKS TONGUE]

Aw, don't worry, Ma.

We haven't seen Cleatus
in over two years,

and he's not
our responsibility.

Yeah, she got a point there.

Florida, look here, that store
we got the stereo from,

is it still open at night?

Yeah, until 9:30.

Good. Why don't we go down there
and talk about exchanging it?

Ain't no sense
in this thing

sitting up here just
blowing out the lights

every time
you turn it on.

You know, James,
you're right.

I think I still have
the guarantee in my purse.

Sure.
Hey, yeah!

Let's get one that works,

then I could call up
one of my current foxes,

invite her over,

and we can do...the hustle!

The hustle, huh!

I saw your current fox.

She looks more
like a cow you rustle.

You got some nerve
insulting my chick.

You should be
in that new movie Mahogany,

as one of the termites.

Who you calling
a termite?

You got a body like
an anteater's nose.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

James,
I got the strangest feeling

that's Cleatus.

Oh, Florida, don't be silly.
That could be anybody.

No, James, I think it's him.

Hi.

If that's Cleatus,
he sure has shrunk.

Hello, son. What is it?
You selling something?

You the Evans family?

Yeah.

Is anybody else here?

No.

Well, thanks. Bye.

Now, what was that all about?

JAMES:
I don't know,
baby, but--

Cleatus.

I've been running hard,
Aunt Florida.

I need a place to stay.

Can I come in?

James?

Yeah, let him
come in, Florida.

We ain't sure
he did anything.

Come on in, Cleatus.

Thanks, Aunt Florida.

Hi, Uncle James.

J.J., Thelma, Mike.
Cleatus.

Cleatus...

The FBI's been
looking for you.

I know. I saw them downstairs.

That's why I sent
that little kid up to check

to see
if they left anybody up here.

All right, Cleatus,
I'm gonna ask you a question

right down front.

Did you rob that bank?

No, I didn't, Aunt Florida.

I knew it.

I knew he couldn't have done it.

Yeah. Well,
if you didn't rob the bank,

how come you've been
slipping and sliding

and dodging and hiding?

Because I'm a Black Falcon.

You know how they feel about
the Black Falcons, Uncle James.

They'd never believe me.
I wouldn't stand a chance.

See, what'd I tell you?

J.J., what you doing?

Just, uh,
checking something out here.

Just checking something out.

Mm-hmm. How you doing, Cleatus.
Nice to see you.

Uh, why don't you give me
a little sideways there.

Give me a little
pro-fill.

Oh, come on, man!

It would be easy
to recognize you

if you had a pair
of dark sunglasses on

and a pistol
in your hand.

Stop that nonsense.

This picture don't look
nothing like him.

I don't know, Ma,

for somebody that
don't look like him,

it sure look like him.

I know it looks a little bit
like me, but it ain't me.

But if I told the Man that,
do you think he'd believe me?

No way, man.
You wouldn't have a chance.

Right on, Michael.

Aunt Florida, I could
sure use a cup of coffee.

I'm beat.

Oh, of course, son.

Thelma, make him
some coffee.

You think you got trouble now,
Cleatus,

wait till you taste
Thelma's coffee.

You know, Cleatus,
you sound very convincing...

but you can't stay here.

Now, I got a family,

and you got the FBI
on your tail.

Hey, Daddy,
why can't he stay here?

You know, one more
word out of you,

and you're gonna have
something on your tail.

Cleatus, son,
you can't keep running forever.

I know that, Aunt Florida, but I
gotta get my thing together,

scrape up some money

so I can get myself
a good lawyer.

J.J.:
Yeah, but, uh,

what about
that $25,000 you took?

You looking for it,
J.J.!

All right, now.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Calm down, Cleatus!

JAMES:
Easy.

J.J:
Just jiving, man.

Just jiving.

Hey, look,
I'm sorry I yelled.

I'm-- I'm kind of uptight.
You understand?

Of course, son. Of course.

I mean, if I could get myself
a good night's sleep,

I'd be all right.

I promise to leave
in the morning.

All right, you can stay tonight.

Thanks, Uncle James.

JAMES: Yeah.
Aunt Florida.

Thanks, Thelma.

Cleatus, your Mama's gonna
be awfully worried.

I know she is right now,
and I would call her,

but they've probably got
her phone tapped.

Hey, Cleatus, can't you get help
from the Black Falcons?

I mean, they have lawyers.
They can help you.

Well, I've been thinking
about that, Michael.

But right now,
it's pretty hard for me

to make contact with anybody.

You must feel
like the city of New York

trying to get in contact
with President Ford.

J.J., you ain't
changed a bit,

still clowning around.

Hey, man, I see you're
getting yourself a mustache.

Oh, what can I say, bro?

Yeah, we call his lip
the Astrodome.

It needs artificial turf.

[CHUCKLES]

[GRUNTS]

Son, you look
exhausted.

Yeah, I can
barely keep my eyes open.

I really gotta
hit the sack.

All right, son, why don't you
go in there and wash up.

You can sleep
with the boys

on the sofa tonight.

Hey, thanks a lot.

Now, if y'all
excuse me...

Hey, Cleatus the man,

let me help you
with your bag.

Oh, no, Michael, that's cool.
Come on, I'll help you.

No, man,
let go of it!

Look like we hit
the $25,000 jackpot!

Cleatus?

Okay. Okay, so now you know.

Hey, Cleatus, man,
I don't get it.

I thought Black Falcons
didn't steal.

That's right, brother,

but I ain't
a Black Falcon no more.

I got tired of being hassled
for the cause

and getting by
on chump change...

so I decided that the only cause
worth fighting for

is me.

Cleatus,
you didn't have to steal.

Maybe, but I wanted my bread
in one big loaf,

not one lousy slice at a time.

Yeah, well, take your bread
and get out of here

before I turn both of y'all
into a jam sandwich.

Hey...

Easy, now.

I ain't here
to put you through no changes.

In fact, I'm willing
to offer you top dollar

for temporary room
and board.

What do you say
to five big ones?

What you say
to these five big ones?

Hey, don't y'all need the money?

Not that kind, Cleatus.
Now will you just leave.

But Aunt Florida, we blood.

Yeah, and yours is
gonna be all over here

if you don't
hit that door.

Now split, man!

Cleatus, will
you please go!

I don't want nothing
to do with you!

And I feel sorry
for your mama.

It's gonna
break her heart

when she find out
what you've done.

No chance of me staying?

Not in one piece.
Now, hit the door, man.

Cool, man. Cool.

I guess I ain't wanted here,
so I'll just split.

One thing I don't need right now
is more trouble.

Cleatus, I'm disappointed in
you. I thought you were

a Black Falcon willing to help
the people and their problems.

What you doing?
Get off me!

FLORIDA:
My God,

Cleatus, what are you doing?

I'm just taking
my little coz here

for a little walking insurance.

I mean,
I'm gonna make sure

that you don't
call the fuzz.

Oh, we won't call
the police. Honest.

Cleatus, please.

Yeah, let him go!

He's never harmed you.

And I ain't
gonna harm him, either,

so long
as y'all keep cool.

Now, like I said,
he's my insurance policy.

Hey, Flo, girl, I was--

Uh, uh...
Avon calling, uh...

Y'all, uh... You don't
want any cosmetics today?

Okey-dokey, I'll drop off
the free gift later.

Uh-uh, you're gonna drop
your butt in that chair

right over there.

You telling me to drop my
butt in that chair?

You got it.

Dropping my butt
in the chair.

That's it.

Nice and quiet.

Matter of fact,
it's too quiet.

Turn on the stereo.

FLORIDA:
The stereo?

The stereo.

Yeah, give me
a little exit music.

I mean, make things
sound normal around here, dig?

Yeah, I dig.

We don't want
no trouble, Cleatus.

We don't want no trouble.

Now, Thelma, do like he say
and turn on the stereo...

dig?

Okay, Dad, that's
just what I'll do.

* Let's get on down *

[MUSIC WARBLES OFF]
[SCREAMS]

CLEATUS:
Hey, be careful!

[JAMES YELLS]

Turn on the lights, Thelma!

[MUSIC STARTS]

Get up!

[MUSIC SHUTS OFF]

Boy, you lucky
he got to you first, Cleatus!

Aw, be still!

Aw, Junior, stop all that
bouncing around like a fool!

Are you all right, honey?

Yeah, Ma.

Relax, Flo. Everything's
cool now, honey. Okay?

Cleatus,
I just don't understand.

You were always
such a good boy.

You had dreams
and ideals.

What happened, son?

Do you know what it's like
out there, Aunt Florida?

I mean, scratching
and scrounging

for every little penny?

I mean, what you
gotta do to make it

if you're poor today?

Damned if I know, Cleatus.
See, we so rich, we don't know.

We've been setting up here
in this big penthouse

on Lakeshore Drive,

and all we do
all day long, son,

is eat caviar,
count our stocks and bonds.

What the hell would we know
about being poor?

Huh?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Yeah, come on in!

Uh, do you mind if we make
another telephone call?

We've been waiting downstairs,

and that cab
still hasn't shown up.

Yeah, but look who has!

Hey, what do you know,
Cleatus Jackson.

[HANDCUFFS CLICK]

J.J., get the suitcase
with the money in it.

Ah, here's his gun.

J.J.:
You did have
to remember that,

didn't you, Dad?

Get the suitcase, boy!

Just jiving.
Just jiving.

This is Special
Investigator Monroe, FBI.

We've got an emergency here.
We need transportation fast.

963 North Gilbert Avenue.
You got it?

Thank you.

Okay, let's go.

Thanks a lot for helping
us out, Mr. Evans.

Yeah.

And, Mrs. Evans, I'm--

I'm sorry
it turned out this way.

So am I.

MICHAEL: Daddy?

Yeah.

I wanna apologize.

For what, Michael?

For thinking
Cleatus was a hero.

I acted
just like a kid.

Oh, that's all right, son.
You didn't know no better.

But I do know
one thing for sure.

When it comes to heroes,

there's only one
in this house.

Well, it's nice of you
to say that, little brother.

J.J., I was
talking about Daddy.

Oh, now, Michael,
as much as I appreciate that,

I ain't no hero.

You don't have to be no hero
to catch a chump like that.

You know,
I think, son,

if you're talking
about heroes,

you're thinking
about people like

Martin Luther King
or Thurgood Marshall

or Medgar Evers.

And James Evans, Sr.

WILLONA:
Right on,
James Evans, Sr.

[ALL TALKING AT ONCE]

If you've been outvoted,
you've been outvoted.

[ALL TALKING AND LAUGHING]

Give me a smile.
Give me a smile, babe.

You did your thing.

You did your thing.

[***]

* Mm-mm-mm *

* Just lookin'
Out of the window *

* Watching the asphalt grow *

* Thinkin' how
It all looks hand-me-down *

* Good times
Good times *

* Keepin' your head
Above water *

* Makin' a wave
When you can *

* Temporary layoffs
Good times *

ANNOUNCER:
Good Times is recorded
on tape

before a live audience.

* Ain't we lucky we got 'em? *

* Good times **