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Gold fever

Gold fever

Chains and things Chains and things

I'm gonna git you sucka You dirty mother

Don't say that

I'm gonna teach you that crime Just don't pay

I'm gonna git you sucka You dirty mother

Hold on, brother

I'm gonna sit on your case Till they put you away

I know you think that life's A bowl of cherries

And you can absolutely do no wrong

Big brother, a word from the wise Should be sufficient

So why don't you just pay closer attention To the words to this song

Gold fever

Gold fever

Chains and things Chains and things

Living in the fast lane Beatin' up the street kids

Got plenty money to burn Don't say that

Played the game of death cross Till you became the boss

Now it's my turn

This soul don't agree Menace to society

Yeah, you're on top Wait a minute, Doc

'Cause this part is just a prior Turned upside down

Getting ready for the big drop

'Cause I'm gonna git you sucka

Dirty mother

I'm gonna sit on your case Till they put you away

-What do you say, Charlie? -Good evening, Lieutenant.

What've you got for me?

John Doe. Between 25 and 30 years of age.

Cause of death looks like O.G.

Over Gold.

Any signs of foul play?

No, sir. Looks like a case of just too many gold chains.

Jesus Christ!

This guy looks like a fucking statue.

I wonder how he went to the bathroom with all this stuff on.

Oh, boy.

All right, Charlie.

Why don't we wrap it up?

All right, wrap it up.

-Friends. -Yes.

I was thinking, as we drove up here in those long Cadillacs,

how serious this is.

Death is serious!

You got to prepare to die!

This boy loved gold.

We stripped him of all that gold!

That's why we got this beautiful sermon today.

He was prepared to die!

Lord, we ask You to look down on this young soul

known on earth as Junebug Spade.

Junebug Spade?

-Ain't this Lester Wilson's funeral? -No, ma'am. Lester Wilson was at 9:00.

Oh, hell! Come on, let's get out of here!

Hold on one second. No, no. Can I get an amen?

-Somebody I don't even know! -Praise the saints!

Can I get an amen?

Put them down!

Do you know Junebug Spade?

-Yes, we do. -I'm his mother.

He was my husband.

Mama, I can't believe that Junebug didn't have any friends.

Did you notice not one person stayed when they found out it was Junebug?

Baby, you know the boy wasn't shit.

Mama!

Don't get me wrong. He was my son and I loved him.

But when he got hooked on that gold, he changed.

I bet he owed everybody he ever knew money.

Junebug may have been a little crooked

but I'm sure somebody besides us loved him, too.

I don't know.

Maybe that's Jack.

-Yes? -Good afternoon, Miss Lady Ma'am.

May we come in?

You ain't selling Noway Products, are you?

No! We friends with Junebug.

They're friends of Junebug, Mama.

Come right in.

I'm Cheryl, Junebug's widow.

And this is Mrs. Bell Spade, Junebug's mother.

What's up?

I'm Willie. This here's Leonard. And we come here...

Why'd you tell them our real names?

-Are you stupid? -No. They told us their real names...

Who's in charge?

-You are. -Who?

-You're in charge. -Then shut the fuck up.

-Mind telling me what you want? -Certainly.

-Junebug used to work for me. -Used to work for us.

-I work for Mr. Big. -We work for Mr. Big.

It just so happens Junebug died

owing Mr. Big $5,000.

We're here to collect.

$5,000? We don't have that kind of money.

No shit.

-They don't have that kind of money! -Get off me!

I can look at these plastic slipcovers

and these stupid paintings on the walls

and tell that type of money ain't around here.

They got doo-doo paintings. This is bullshit!

Look at these white pillows, these stupid magazines.

They got oranges and shit.

I'm sorry.

But I do see something.

Something that's gonna be worth at least ten times

that amount of money to Mr. Big.

-What is it? What do you want? -You.

Don't touch her.

If she moves, hit her again.

Looks like Mama's gonna have to teach you some manners.

You don't ever come in my house actin' like no fool!

Fool!

Now, clean up that mess you made.

You put those pillows back on the couch.

Pick all of this shit up!

All of it! Puff these pillows up, too, man.

You stupid. Come here!

Why you gonna mess the nice lady's house up for, man?

You told me when we came in to beat her up.

-I didn't tell you shit like that! -Yes, you did!

Now, mister, you and your friend got a choice.

You can either go out that window or take the stairs.

Okay. We gonna take the stairs.

Get your ass out of my face.

Get off of me!

-Ma! -Jack!

Lord! My baby's home at last!

My baby's home. Come on in.

-You okay? -Yes. Just some bill collectors.

Come look who's here.

Honey, you look so good in this uniform. All them medals!

You remember Cheryl?

Hello, Jack.

Hi, Cheryl.

Been a long time, huh?

Yeah, it has been a long time.

Honey, put your things in the room and come have something to eat.

-Cheryl made a fine dinner. -That sounds like a good idea.

And, Jack, baby, Mama wants you to know

I kept your room just the way you left it ten years ago.

My baby's home.

Right here.

-Smells good. -It is good.

I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the funeral. I got here as soon as I could.

I know, baby. Just glad you're here now.

Exactly how did Junebug die?

She's really taking this hard.

You know how your mother is, Jack?

Is somebody gonna tell me what's going on?

Not too long after you left,

Junebug started hanging out with a bad crowd.

He even started selling drugs, Jack.

Then things really got bad when he...

What?

Cheryl, come on.

He started wearing gold chains.

Oh, God! No!

It started out as just one or two.

Every time he'd get some money he'd go and buy more gold chains.

He was wearing hundreds of them. Hundreds!

-Not gold! -Yes, Jack.

Gold chains, medallions and rings.

Even his teeth. You can't imagine what it was like to kiss him.

He took a picture just before he died.

We put it on the mantle.

Junebug!

How'd he go to the bathroom with all this stuff on?

Who were these people Junebug was hanging out with?

Well, he worked for a man named Mr. Big.

He rules the crime world here.

And those men your mother threw down the stairs work for Mr. Big, too.

They came in saying Junebug owed them all kinds of money, crazy money.

I really think they're the ones who killed him.

Don't worry about a thing.

Jack Spade is here, and I'll get to the bottom of this.

I better check on Mama.

"Mr. Big" Where is the girl?

-We almost had the girl, Mr. Big. -Yeah, we almost...

She's beautiful. She's gonna be worth far more money than Junebug owes.

-Maybe ten or 20 times. -I said far more money.

Anyway, she's got a soft, juicy-fruit butt.

The only problem was this old lady punched me in the stomach.

-Hard! -Then she started crying and screaming.

And this big dude came in. I think it's her son or something.

-The soldier dude? -I didn't see him.

The fuckin' dude that came in!

-Then he hit me from behind, right? -He hit you?

-And I went down. -You mean the soldier dude!

Yeah, the soldier dude!

He hit me from behind and I went down. I was like this.

The dude shot me!

-He didn't shoot you. -He did. Everyone was biting my ankles.

Where'd you get a stupid lie like that from?

Enough. Now...

Junebug worked under you

which means you owe me his debts.

If that girl is anything you say she is, then we'll call it even.

I have no patience when it comes to collecting.

Now, I suspect, you'll bring me that girl right away.

-Yes, sir. -Yes, Uncle Mr. Big.

Uncle Mr. Big, I have a question.

What about the mother?

If he gets in your way, kill him.

I better not hear any more about that guy, or it's your asses!

You got that?

-Yes, Uncle Mr. Big. It'll be our asses. -It'll be your ass.

Good.

Now you boys can leave either through the window

or the stairs.

-We'll take the stairs. -We always take the stairs.

Lenny? You mad at me?

I'm gonna be mad on the way down these stairs.

He was such a sweet baby. I don't know how he turned out so bad.

He missed you when you was gone.

Yeah. I missed him too, Mama.

You know, I remember when me and Junebug used to go the park.

Junebug loved the swing.

He'd say, "Jack, gimme a push."

And I'd take a run, but I wouldn't push him.

I'd run back in. Then I'd run again, still wouldn't push him.

Shut up, Jack!

Do you remember this?

Do you remember when you made that for Mama?

-I made this is Mrs. Wilson's class. -That's right.

You was always so proper to your mama.

That's why I'm so glad you're home.

Wait a minute.

Mama! That's John Slade!

I didn't know you knew him.

Yes. We was very much in love once...

Before I met your father.

I almost married Slade.

But he was so busy being a crime fighter,

flying in and out of windows, chasing criminals.

He had no time to settle down.

Anyway, wish he was here now.

He'd find out what happened to my boy and he'd make 'em pay.

Hey, Mama, I'm here.

And I'm gonna find out what happened to Junebug.

No, no. You're all I got! Don't you do nothin' foolish!

-I'm just gonna ask a few questions. -No, Jack!

Just a few questions. I promise.

-Be careful. -I will.

"John Slade to host gang competition."

2:00.

I want this shit clean.

It's a new record!

Now I'd like to talk to a man who's no stranger to this community

and he's considered by many to be, well, a local hero of sorts.

While serving the community back in the '70s,

he helped topple such crime bosses and Mr. Big.

He was responsible for today's events. I'm speaking, of course,

of Mr. John Slade.

Many people would like to see you return and rid the neighborhood of Mr. Big.

-How do you respond to that? -No, Skip, I'm sorry.

I'm retired now, so it's a job for the police department.

But tell us, Mr. Slade. What is today really about?

To provide these young people an opportunity

to let steam off in a very positive way

by competing in events that are familiar, if you will,

to their environment.

-Know what I mean, brother? -Actually, I don't.

I didn't grow up around blacks. I grew up in the suburbs.

My dad was a lawyer, my mom was a doctor

and all my friends were white.

Everybody used to tease me 'cause I didn't speak jive

and I couldn't dance to save my life.

The only step I knew was that step that Springsteen does

in the Dancing in the Dark video.

I love Springsteen.

Yes, well,

reporting for WBLD News, this is Skip Balins saying

in the immortal words of our Negro poet, Don Cornelius,

"Peace and soul."

Thanks, guys.

-John Slade? -Yeah.

I need to talk to you.

You selling Noway Products?

Can we go somewhere more private?

Yeah, this way.

Senior citizen bugging competition will begin in five minutes.

Okay, young man. What can I do for you?

-Do you remember that woman? -Yeah, I sure do.

That's Bell Brown. We used to call her "Hot Chocolate."

She had the softest eyes.

She had these big ol' round, brown, firm ti...

She would do this trick with her mouth where she would...

-That's my mother, man! -She was a good woman, your mother.

Absolutely a good woman.

I should've married your mother. Wait a minute.

You ain't gonna tell me I'm your daddy, 'cause I don't wanna hear no bullshit.

Nothin' like that.

That's my brother.

He's dead.

He O.G.'d.

How does he go to the bathroom with all this shit on?

I'm sorry about your brother, and I'm really sorry for Bell

because she don't deserve it.

Look at this.

I bought that on the street.

-You know what that's doin' to our kids? -I know. I'm from the streets.

Every day I see kids walking around killing and stealing for gold chains.

I see kids with medallions so big they can hardly stand up,

all stooped over trying to carry that stuff.

But what's really awful

is you see a young brother with cheap imitation gold crap around the neck

and it breaks out in this funky green rash

with bumps and shit that just make you wanna puke.

Yeah, I know what's happenin'. What do you want with me?

I want you to take down Mr. Big and put an end to this gold chain shit!

I'm sorry about your brother.

I'm sorry for Bell.

But I don't wanna be no hero no more.

I'm a long way from that.

And look what happened. The people need you.

The people need me?

It was the people that made me retire.

The people said I was too violent, a bad image for the kids.

So fuck the people! The peop...

Look, I'm retired now.

And I enjoy the feeling of staying alive. Okay, brother?

I was one of those kids that looked up to you.

I believed in you. I wanted to be like you.

You were the best.

Hello!

Is anybody here?

Yes, my brother.

How may I help you?

Are you Kalinga, leader of the People's Revolutionary Army?

Are you C.I.A.?

I am Kalinga.

-I need to talk to you. -Yes. Have a seat.

Would you care for something to eat? A bean pie perhaps?

No, I'm not hungry.

Something to drink? Please, sit down. Herb tea? A soda?

Okay, soda's fine.

Articulate your needs. I'm here to listen.

How may I help you?

First of all...

It's an acquired taste.

Now, how might I help you, my brother?

I'm here because I can't stand what's happening in this community.

Yes!

-Somebody has to make a change. -Yes!

-Brother, will you help me? -Yes! Well...

I wish I could.

I heard the People's Revolutionary Army was once a thousand strong.

What happened?

They got government jobs.

What?

You know that government office building on Twenty-fifth Street?

-Yeah. -We went down to take it over.

But they were hiring that day.

The brothers walked in with guns

and came out with jobs.

The brothers weren't mad anymore.

Yes.

Whitey is something else.

Damn!

My great Nubian warrior! Dinner's ready.

We have a guest. Meet my ofay wench.

-Yeah. Nice to meet you. -Would you like to stay for dinner?

She makes the best bean dishes in all the world.

Daddy, Daddy, can we watch TV?

O Brave Black King, I finished my homework.

Can we watch TV?

"Let me hear your report.

"Abraham Lincoln was born in a log cabin in Illinois.

"This poor white trash went on to become

"the President of the United States.

"Once in office, this white capitalist swine

"manipulated the freedom of the black man for his own political career."

Speak, brother!

"Till another piece of poor white trash shot him in the head. The end."

Thank you, Jesus!

Whitey, I am very pleased.

Yes, you and your lovely sister, you may go

and watch TV.

Go and enjoy.

Are you sure, my brother, you will not join us?

Bean ice cream.

Thanks. I'm regular.

I gotta be going, man. Thanks.

Struggle!

Power to the people!

Hi, soldier boy. How you doin'?

What can I get for you?

Just a soda.

I came to pick you up. You getting off soon?

I was just waiting for Ma to come and take me home.

She's probably had a long day.

Call and tell her I'm here.

I'll be back in a minute.

You Jack Spade?

Yeah, I'm Jack Spade.

We hear you been askin' a lot of questions around town about Mr. Big.

Mr. Big don't like it.

-Jack! -Come here, Cheryl.

Don't worry about a thing. I can handle this.

The only thing you'll be able to handle is a wheelchair.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

Hold it right there. Ain't nobody laying a finger on my baby.

How'd you do that?

You really didn't have to do that. That was my fight.

That's all right, sugar. Mama don't want her baby fightin' that street trash.

Let's go home. Put your jacket on, Jack.

Put your jacket on. It's cold outside.

Come on, move.

Look, Ma, I'm not a boy anymore, I'm a man.

Every time I get in a fight, here you come.

I don't need you to fight for me no more.

All right, Mr. Tough Guy.

I remember when you wasn't so tough.

I remember when you was always callin' for your mama!

Like the time that Mitchell girl was kicking your ass

up and down the schoolyard.

All I could hear was, "Mama! Mama!"

And the time that Evans family, those little midgets

was chasing you home 'cause you didn't want to give 'em your lunch money?

I could hear your punk ass calling me a half a mile away,

"Mama, help me! Mama, help me!"

You don't need me no more? Fine.

You don't never have to worry about me fighting for you no more.

-Good. -Now what you gonna do?

Finish the fight Big started.

-Don't be no fool. They'll kill you. -Maybe.

-How you doin', Bell? -I'm so glad you're here.

I need you. I really need you.

I've been horny myself lately.

-What are you doing with a gun? -I'm in the army, remember?

-They're gonna kill you. -Mr. Big is gonna pay.

And if I see those Evans midgets, their ass is mine!

It's payback.

And Lois Mitchell? She snuck me.

In fifth grade, I was eatin' my Jell-O when you hit me, baby, but...

They were just kids!

A family full of midgets is not considered kids. That's a gang.

Wait a minute. Getting yourself killed is not going to prove anything.

It proves I can beat a woman and some midgets.

He's gonna get himself killed.

How you doin', Jack?

Slade, please, stop him. He's all I got left.

Don't worry, I'll take care of him.

Jack, where the hell you think you're going?

-To war. -You mean, to get killed.

I came to you for help, you don't wanna help me. Cool.

But don't try to stop me from doing what I gotta do, okay?

You go out there alone, they're gonna shoot your ass off.

I'm a soldier. I've been trained for combat.

-Be cool! They shootin'. -Get down!

-Somebody's shootin'! -Get down!

Get your ass down, boy!

Thought you were trained for combat.

Yeah, I was. But I ain't never been in it.

What are these fancy medals for?

This one is shorthand.

And this one here is MVP. And this is surfing.

Never mind. You got your weapon? Give it to me.

Gimme a clip.

Hurry up, Jack.

-Ma'am, how is he? -He's dead.

Can't you hear the music?

-I waited 12 years for this. -Let me see.

Not bad. At least he wasn't cheap.

I'm sure he won't mind.

Go now!

Go that way.

I'll go this way.

Cover the door. They're coming up. Cover the door!

They're coming up!

Come on, up against the wall, punk.

Hold it! It's over!

Now, who are you guys? Why are you trying to kill us?

You think it's that easy?

-You just ask us and we tell you? -We're supposed to tell you?

Shit! Gonna have to kill him first.

Why you gonna kill me first, Lenny?

You guys talk a lot of shit to be so light in the ass.

-Mr. Big told us to kill him. -Why does Big want me dead?

Word's on the street you been sticking your nose in someone else's business.

-And you're sticking your nose in it. -And you, Mr. Whoever-You-Are.

The same will happen to you when Mr. Big finds out what you did tonight.

You know what? You guys are real lucky.

I'm in a good mood tonight, so I'm gonna let you go.

Hey, Lenny, wait a minute.

Why are you gonna let us go when we was over there trying to kill you?

Stupid motherfucker! What do you care why?

-Let's just go. -Look!

You tell Mr. Big that John Slade is back.

He's got 24 hours to get out of town.

You guys can either go over the side...

-Yeah, we'll take the stairs. -I thought you knew.

Shut up.

Fuckin' get off me! Man, come on.

Go ahead!

When they get back to Big, it's gonna get rough.

We better score some big guns.

When the saints

Go marching in

When the saints

Go marching in

They march, baby

I wanna be

-How you doin', brother? -May I help you gentlemen?

Yes, sir. I want to see One Eyed Sam.

You ain't selling any Noway Products, are you?

We look like salesmen to you?

He ain't here.

You call him on the phone and tell him John Slade has got to score tonight.

Yeah, okay. John Slade.

Get his line here for you.

Hello, Sam? Sorry to wake you.

Two big, ugly-lookin' guys. One guy who thinks he's at Sea World.

This other guy named Slade.

Yeah. Slade says he needs a big score.

Later.

Slade, I'm sorry about that.

Sam says he'll be right over, for me to get you guys a drink on the house.

Enjoy the show. Sorry about that, my man.

No problem, no problem.

Hi. Can I get you fellows something to drink?

Yes, baby, give me a whiskey double.

One whiskey double and?

I'll have a Pepsi, double.

One whiskey double and one Pepsi coming right up.

Will you be there with me I'm asking you

-Who is that? -That's the director's sister.

-One whiskey double. -Thank you.

And a Pepsi double.

You've got some things to learn about being a hero.

-Like what? -I mean, a Pepsi?

Jack, come on!

What's wrong with Pepsi?

-When's the last time you been laid? -What?

-You heard what I said. -Well, not...

-It's been a while, hasn't it? -Okay, yeah, so it's been a while.

But that's only 'cause I'm waitin' on somebody...

Waiting on somebody special.

Somebody special. You got a lot to learn.

You gotta learn the difference between being loved and being laid.

When I was with your mom...

That was being loved.

See down at the end of the bar?

That is for being laid.

I don't...

She's comin' over here!

Be cool. Sit down.

Let her do the talking.

My name's Cherry.

What's yours?

That's such a strong-sounding name.

Jack, do you find me attractive?

Oh, yeah.

I was wondering. What are you doing in a place like this?

Looking for Mr. Right. And I think I might have just found him.

Why?

Well, any man with such a strong name and strong body

probably has exactly what I need.

What's that?

Twelve inches.

Twelve inches!

Well, I...

I guess I do.

Well, hello, Mr. Right.

I've got a place just around the corner.

Let's say we get out of here.

Get out.

I don't know. I'm here with my friend.

-We got business. -No problem.

I got plenty of time. Help yourself.

I'll just sit here and wait for Sam.

Shoot me. Hurt me.

You are so sexy.

I can't wait, baby.

Gimme, gimme. Gimme all the 12 inches.

Now!

-The twelve. We gotta... -Yeah, that's good.

We gotta talk about this 12.

Twelve.

Yeah. About those 12 inches?

Well, I lied.

I really don't have 12 inches.

I hope I didn't disappoint you.

Well, I have a confession to make, too.

Really?

My eyes aren't really green.

You know what else?

Another secret. What?

But this is nice in the summer!

Wait.

I am glad to get these off.

No, not that. Not the tits. Please tell me...

They're not even the right color!

This voluptuous ass of mine?

Wait.

Guys always get a kick out of this one. Wait.

God, I feel so much better. I know you do, too.

Look.

You see?

I have got to...

Please, come on.

Don't make me hop after you. Come on, baby.

That was quick.

What happened?

It was unbelievable.

Hey, Sam! How are you?

You're lookin' good. Good to see you.

What's so important you got to wake me out of my bed?

We got to score, and we got to score tonight.

-Follow me. -You the man.

Let's go.

Sam, this young blood is Jack Spade.

Jack, Sam.

You a soldier boy?

Yes, sir.

What was your specialty, son?

I was a...

I was an inter-military administrator.

Well, I'll be damned!

A secretary.

Well, good to meet you, son.

I was inter-military administrator myself!

Hold it! You told me you served in 'Nam.

I did. Saigon.

-How'd you lose your eye? -Fucking around in the office.

We was shootin' paper clips, and one of them damn fools hit me in the eye.

Almost happened to me.

How'd you win those fucking medals on your coat?

Well, this one is for typing.

This one is for dart champion. This one is for surfing...

-I got that one. -Never mind. Shut up!

Show me what you got.

They need to be cleaned and oiled, but they work.

I could do that. All we need now is an army.

You take care of the weapons, and I'll get us an army.

I'm glad you're okay. I was really worried about you.

I cleaned the room for you. Do you like it?

Yeah, it's nice.

May I sit down?

Yeah.

Jack...

Why didn't you write to me all those years?

I didn't have nothin' to tell you.

You could've just told me you were alive.

I went away to prove something to you.

No, not to you. To prove something to myself.

That I could be a man for you, that I could protect you.

Our whole lives, every time we got into trouble, my mother came.

I never had a chance to prove to you I could be a man.

I figured I'd go in the army, get into combat, have great war stories to tell.

I wait ten years for a war and nothing.

I wind up being a secretary.

You didn't have to prove anything.

Not to me.

You've always been the man for me, Jack.

What about Junebug?

I went out with Junebug to remind me of you.

You know, Jack...

Remember when we used to go down to the Soul Train Disco?

You would get all dressed up.

And I would put my hair in those Afro puffs.

Boy, we were a real knockout.

Yeah, we were something.

May I help you?

How much for an order of ribs?

$2.50.

How many ribs do I get with that?

About five.

That's about 50 cents a rib, huh?

Yeah, about.

Let me get one.

Right on. One order.

One order of ribs.

-One rib. -One rib?

I sure am hungry.

Make that one rib to go.

One rib?

-What else? -You got soda?

One dollar.

Come on. Look out for a brother.

Why don't you let me get a sip for 15 cents?

My cups cost more than 15 cents.

Fuck the cup. Pour it in my hand for a dime.

Look, you greasy-headed, Jeri-curl wang,

pay me and get the hell out of my store.

You got change for a hundred?

We're gonna need an orthopedic surgeon to remove my foot from your ass.

-Hammer. -Brother, don't do it.

You know the customer is always king.

You son of a bitch.

Hey, man, I thought you were dead.

Or worse. Married and shit?

Don't put that on me.

How you doin', brother? It's good to see you.

How would you guys like to upgrade your image?

What you talkin' about?

I'm talking about doing it one more time.

I'm talking about taking it to the man.

-Mr. Big. -You got it, Slam.

-You must be crazy. -Check this out.

-We are businessmen now. -Gimme a break.

You two motherfuckers in here makin' red beans and grits is business?

Damn, Slade, you sure know how to piss on a man's parade.

But it sure would be good to be back up on top again.

What you say?

What the fuck! I ain't killed nobody in a long time.

The old warehouse, 6:00 p.m.

Be there or be square.

Five minutes, Flyguy.

What do you say, buddy? How you holding up?

I'm hangin'.

Few more hours, I'll be a free man.

What are your plans?

Hey, man, let's cut the bullshit.

We've known each other too long for that.

-What are you here for? -Mr. Big.

Big?

What about him?

We gonna take him down.

I've been away too long. Count me out.

The reason you've been away so long

is 'cause Mr. Big shot your ass to the grease and put your butt in this joint.

At one time, you were the biggest and baddest player out there.

Remember?

Yeah, I remember.

I was Pimp of the Year.

This has really been an exciting competition.

Now we'd like to announce our two finalists.

First, how about a big hand for all our contestants.

All right, here we go.

The final category is talent.

Representing the Big Apple, Flyguy!

I'm gonna do a little poetry for y'all.

It's an original piece written by me, Flyguy.

And I want to dedicate this piece to all you players

and all you ladies out there.

Name of this piece is called

"My Bitch Better Have My Money."

My bitch better have my money.

Through rain, sleet or snow, my whore better have my money.

That boy's a genius!

Not half, not some,

but all my cash.

Because if she don't, I'm gonna put my foot dead in her ass.

Pimp of the Year is Flyguy!

Picked by the flowers gathered here

Picked by a jury of his peers

He's the Pimp of the Year

He's the Pimp of the Year

Flyguy?

I want some information about the operation.

Where it is, how big it is, how many places.

Ten years of conversations in this place with all these cats coming in and out,

you've got the 4-1-1.

Okay, I can do that for you.

You gotta promise me you won't hassle me.

I'm goin' back out on the street

and I'm takin' back what's mine.

And everything's gonna be just like it used to be.

I got no beef with you, Flyguy.

But I want Mr. Big.

Solid.

So real

Oh, man!

So good to be off my feet, man. They been killing me!

Man, do you have to sing?

I told you my feet been killing me, you don't even care.

Say, man, if you can't dig my melodious voice,

then just step outside and walk on them precious, tender feet of yours.

Walk? Shit.

I ain't walking nowhere as bad as these bunions feel. You gotta be crazy.

-Here we go. -I hate coming into the city.

Get off the car.

Check out homeboy.

The brother's out there.

-Look at the fish in his shoes! -Girl, he must be a rock star!

The brother's walking on an aquarium.

Do you get nose bleeds up there?

Maybe it's his dinner.

Homie, you expecting a flood?

Say, brother, you been shopping at the Goodwill?

That brother's an endangered species.

He looks like a clown.

Where's the Mai Tai?

Hey, Jack. All right! You got the stuff?

Yeah. All cleaned and oiled.

Oh, yeah, beautiful, beautiful. Let's get it on.

-Who are these guys? -That's my theme music.

Every good hero should have some.

Hammer, good to see you.

Slammer, glad you could make it.

-Man, who we waiting on? -Kung Fu Joe. He'll be here.

Who is he?

This is Jack Spade. That new blood I was talking about.

What?

Yo, new blood. You ever kill a man before?

You ever splatter a man's brains up against a wall?

Ever took a big shiny blade

and ripped a man from his ass to his appetite?

Then cut his balls off of him and make him squeal like a pig?

Hammer. Hammer.

Okay. It's all right.

Have you?

No, but I've been trained to go out...

No way! This cat'll get all our asses killed, man.

Look at him. He look funny, man. Look how he's looking at us.

I can handle myself.

Oh, yeah?

What makes you think you can be a black hero?

I'm an ex-football player.

Hey, Kung Fu Joe!

All my brothers. I see you started without me.

How are you?

What's happening?

My man!

Now that we're here, what's happening?

Here's the deal.

The first thing we do is disrupt Big's businesses. Break them all up.

The next thing is we harass all of his people.

Look. Once the deal goes down, ain't no backing off.

He killed my teacher!

Why, why, why?

Teacher! Teacher!

Master Lee was your kung fu teacher?

No. Acting.

Let's get that sucka.

All right, guys, this is it. Mr. Big's hottest nightspot.

Every criminal and major player in town is inside.

Gentlemen, you gotta have big hats to come in here.

-That's the rules of the house. -You'll make an exception this time.

All right, okay. Yes, sir.

Hey, are y'all crazy? Don't you know this is Mr. Big's place?

You just lost your liquor license.

Everybody get your hands up.

Take that funky gold off your necks and put it on the table now.

Hurry up.

Okay, come out from under those hats.

Come on!

Wayne Evans!

The Evans family!

Fifth grade!

Give me my nickel back!

Come on, now! Come on, man!

I ain't forgot fifth grade.

-From the waist down, you're mine! -Oh, yeah?

Get on a ladder and see how tough you are! Let me put you in a chair.

I was gonna buy a scooter pie with that money, man. He took my money.

Shut up! Shut up!

Listen up!

Don't try to follow us 'cause all your cars are on blocks.

But don't worry about it, 'cause the police will be here to take you to jail.

Tell the rest of your family when I see them, they're mine, man!

Lois Mitchell too!

Come out of there! Move it!

Let's go!

Come on, get out of here! Move!

-Can I get coffee, please? -Sure, just a moment.

Miss, I'd like a little coffee, please.

I just want a little coffee.

These cramps are killing me.

I'd like a little coffee! Are you deaf?

Can I get a little coffee, please?

Are you okay?

I think I better go home. It's my time.

Girl, me too.

I'm gonna lay down, okay?

I know exactly how you feel.

Be strong.

All right, sweet thing, it's time to come home to Daddy.

Please just leave me alone.

Bitch, I said you're coming with me.

Shit! You got the devil in you!

Cramps!

I asked you nicely.

Now I'm gonna rip your balls off!

You okay, Lenny?

Yeah! It's a good thing you came, boy.

Yeah, 'cause I heard you screaming.

I wasn't screaming. All right?

-Yes, you were. I heard you. -I wasn't screaming. I was whistling.

-You were what? -I was whistling for you.

You was whistling, "Willie, help get this bitch off of me?"

Yeah.

Now get her body in the car before she wakes up again. Hurry up!

Nobody, but nobody does this to me and lives.

Get me Lieutenant Baker on the phone.

Leonard.

-Take the girl to the hideout. -Lieutenant Baker is on the line.

Hello, Baker, this is Big. What the hell happened last night?

That soldier boy and his goons hit every one of my operations.

They stole everyone's drugs, money and gold chains.

I want you to help me find those bastards and get rid of them.

What? How am I gonna do that? I'm a cop.

I don't give a damn how! Set them up or something. Just do it.

You want to get out of the car?

What's the problem, Officer?

Just step out of the car.

Your door is ajar.

-Get your hands on the hood. -Please close the door.

Look what we got here.

I said close the door, shit head!

You're trying to set me up, huh?

Your arm! Spareribs! Have a nice day!

I'm gonna kick some ass now.

So, just you 57 punks against Kung Fu Joe?

Master of karate,

Kung fu, jujitsu

and other shit you ain't never heard of.

You boys going somewhere?

How come their guns are so much bigger than ours?

It's a phallic thing. I don't know.

-No! -What are you doing?

Get off of me!

-Sorry, man. I don't know that karate. -Me neither.

-Want to fake it? -I don't care.

No! I didn't shoot you. I could've shot you.

I made sure that I missed. I did. Wait one minute!

You got a.45 revolver with six bullets.

I counted at least 20 shots and you never reloaded.

-That's right. -Don't.

Hold it, hold it!

That's Big's nephew. He just might come in handy.

You okay, man?

All that damn running got my feet hurting.

Other than that, I'm all right.

We better go find Slade.

Nine, four, three, two.

-Hello? -Slade, it's Joe.

I've come to warn you.

They tried to ambush me.

Now they're going to try and ambush you

and the brothers.

I fooled you. I'm not home right now.

Leave your name and number and I'll call you back.

Thanks for calling. Bye.

He ain't home?

Home, you ain't home?

I've gotta find Cheryl.

How you plan on doing that? We don't know where they're holding her.

Yeah, I'll bet my man over here does.

I'm glad you finally figured out something, GI Joe.

But I'm not telling you shit so how do you like me now?

Yes, you will.

Well, my pretty,

soon it will be you and me.

By midnight, your lover and his friends will be dead.

And you will be Mr. Big's big moneymaker.

Yes, you will.

Hey, man, are you sure you got enough?

You can never have enough, brother.

Hammer! Hammer, are you all right?

Did we get that son of a bitch?

Hold on, brother. We'll get an ambulance on the way.

Let's get that sucka!

You think I'm cute?

I'm cute, right?

I'm cuter than Jack?

There she is! There's only a few guys guarding her.

-But I don't see Mr. Big. -Let me see.

Yeah.

Here's the plan.

I'll take this rope and repel down the wall,

take one of these bombs, crash through the window causing a diversion.

Once I'm inside, Jack,

you go through that window, Slammer, go through that door.

How come I can't go through the window? I never get to go through the window.

Pardon fucking me! Okay, you crash through the goddamn window,

and, Jack, you go through the door, all right?

I'll start at the top. You guys at the bottom.

If we're lucky, we'll survive.

You farted?

Slade? Slade, come in.

You ready?

Nobody move!

Are you all right?

I'm all right. It's been a long time. I'm a little rusty.

What... What happened to you?

The soldier boy.

Damn! The soldier boy is here, man.

Jack, I'm hit!

Shit! You okay?

I'm hit.

Where you hit?

In my foot.

Oh, my God!

They shot me in my bunion, man.

I can't go on.

What am I gonna do?

Get them for me, Jack.

I can't. I can't go alone.

You're down and Slade's not here. I can't.

Nobody shooting my baby.

Ma! You promised!

I know. Am I supposed to stand by while they kill you?

Follow me.

-No, you follow me. -Follow me!

I don't care who follows who.

If y'all step on my bunion, I'll kill both of you.

You gonna be okay?

I'll be okay.

I can do it, man.

I won't let you down.

Put that foot in Epsom salts.

Get that swelling out of there.

-Come on, Mama. -Let's get outta here.

Through that door! Go! Go!

Open this door! Jack, let me out!

Slade? Anybody?

Hard core military!

Oh, my eyes!

My eyes! My eyes!

I missed you too, muffin.

This? Well, it hurt real bad, but I'm okay.

Soldier boy, the party's over. Where do you want your bullet?

Where do you want it?

Chill it, brother.

I wouldn't do that if I was you, chump.

I don't know who you are, but I owe you one.

Now, you, where's Big?

Forget about Big. Grab the chick. Let's split.

Not so fast, boys. Nobody moves or the girl gets it first.

Get over there!

You? You're Mr. Big? But I thought you were...

What?

Above playing an exploitation villain? You're wrong!

Lots of famous people have done exploitation movies.

-Shelley Winters was in... -Cleopatra Jones.

-Angie Dickinson... -Big Bad Mama.

Big Bad Mama. And Jamie Lee Curtis...

-Halloween! -Right, right.

And now I'm Mr. Big.

And I'm sorry, boys, but there ain't gonna be a sequel to this one.

Don't try it, Big.

I got you, sucka.

You did it, Jack.

You did it.

Yeah, I did it.

Let's go home.

-What about him? -Let him go.

Thanks, man.

-I promise I'm gonna go straight. -There's two ways outta here.

Oh, man!

You know, y'all can just kiss my natural black ass!

Didn't he know about the elevator?

It looks like I better check my flypaper and see what's sticking.

You owe me one.

And you got it.

What about Hammer and Slammer?

Hammer will be all right. A few flesh wounds.

It seems that bullets have a difficult time finding his vital parts.

And Slammer, well it'll be a while before he wears any tight shoes.

Jack! Jack Spade!

I will never forgive you for locking me in that closet.

How could you do that to your Mama? How could you?

-Ma, listen. I can ex... -You can explain?

Explain how I laid in that hospital for 36 hours in labor giving birth to you.

I almost died.

Explain how I sacrificed my whole entire life trying to raise you right.

Explain!

Bell, I told him to do it.

-How could you, Slade? -Because I love you.

And I wanted to be sure we'd be together again.

Slade. Oh, baby.

-Jack, what's up? -BDP!

Jack, who are these guys?

That's my theme music.

Every good hero should have some.

See you around.

Again you start Let me say my part

About the only guy who has some heart

It took some time for the heart to come

But it's here and everybody's in fear

Crashing through the door of that whore

Bringing an end to this gold chain war

What you saw, KRS-One is not seein'

Another fly human being Making no excuses for the losers

Chain snatchers, pimps, drug abusers

You don't like it But you gotta keep pushing

Until somebody starts mushing

All these suckers claiming To rule the environment

No, I ain't buying it

They seem to think That everybody can be taught

That everyone else can be bought But you took it short

This one guy hasn't been paid He is the Jack of Spades

Slade. I must find Slade.

Kung Fu Joe is here!

Sorry, buddy, they've already gone.

Yo, you got a Band-Aid?