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FLORIDA: Michael?

Michael,
open the door!

I'm coming.

Michael,
what are you doing?

I'm coming.

Have mercy.

Michael, what took you so long?
Take these packages.

What you doing
all this time?

Ooh, child!

[SIGHS]

Ooh, Lord.

Honey, I am wasted.

I am pooped!

Girl, that bus
was so packed,

it was packed tighter
than a chitlin bucket.

What a hassle.

I know
what you mean.

I stood up so long,

my support hose
got cramps.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

I got it!

Hello?

Oh, well,
she's not here right now.

Who?

Oh. Okay, Don.

It was some cat
for Thelma.

I thought it might be
somebody else.

We figured that.

You ran
for that telephone

like it was
the last pork chop

on the plate.

Michael,
is something wrong?

No, Ma, I'm all right.

Um, I'll put up the groceries.

Well...

I better get on home.

Ooh, Lord,
my feet hurt.

Don't mention them.

No, my feet feel like
they've been mugged.

I'll bring you the punch bowl
after I soak these numbers.

Okay.

Don't be long, now.

I won't.

Ma...
why is Willona

bringing you
her punch bowl?

Are we
having company?

No, just
the Concerned Parents

are having
a meeting here today.

Meeting?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, are you gonna
use the oven?

Oh, not unless
we run out of chairs.

Oh.

Hey, y'all.

I got the food
for the meeting, Ma.

Oh, good.

This is the Roundup
Roast Beef special,

barbecued beef pizza!

Mm!

It's got
a extra-special

hot chili sauce
on it.

You know it's hot
when your breath disappears

as your eyes fill with tears.

Thanks, J.J.

Yeah, I tell you,

me and old Rawhide
had a tough day today.

We got bushwhacked by
a bunch of ghetto rustlers.

What do you mean?

While I was making a delivery,

the Junior Satan Knights
came in here,

ripped off my truck,

took 14 boxes of spareribs
and a spare tire.

Man, I was mad!

J.J., you didn't
fight them, did you?

I said I was mad,
not insane.

I tell you,

the kids in these
gangs today

just ain't
civilized!

Well, the Junior
Satan Knights

look like altar boys

compared
to the War Lords.

The War Lords
got another way

of ripping off ribs.

What's that?

They rip 'em
out your chest.

[THUD]

Well, I'm just glad
you didn't get hurt.

Yeah.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

I got it!
I got it!

[LAUGHS]

It knew it was
for me anyway.

Hello, this is your sweet
sugar daddy of love,

with a thin candy coating
for your heart

high in polyunsaturated love.

What'd you say?

Look here, man,

next time you got
a message for Thelma,

call Western Union.

You know, Ma,
this has gone too far.

Every time the phone rings,
it's for that girl.

Pretty soon,

we ought to get her
her own area code.

You and Thelma

are just gonna have to
work something out.

Yeah, we're gonna have to work
something out, all right,

because this is just
getting to be too much,

and I'm
getting to be--

Well!

Look who's here.

Well, girl,

we gotta straighten
this phone business out,

once and for all!

Have any time
for your foolishness today.

You see all these books?

I have homework in Biology,

Psychology,
Mythology...

Oh, those subjects
explain you perfectly.

"Biology" explains
your body,

"psychology" explains
your head,

and "mythology"
explains your face.

J.J., if you were
in college,

you would be
a one-man fraternity,

Sigma Delta Dummy.

Oh yeah?

Well, we'll see how dumb I am

when I stop taking
your phone messages.

Phone messages?

Who called? Who?

Don.

Yeah, and Bob and Bill
and Terry and Jerry.

You know, these weird dudes
must think you're Miss Fine.

Yeah, you know,
what can I say?

Hi, Thelma.

Hi, Ma.

Oh, you had
some phone calls today.

Let me see--
Harold, Johnny,

and, um... Maurice.

What you doing,

writing your number
down on phone booth walls?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

I got it!

Something's going on.

Hi, Michael.
How are you?

Hi. I'll take
your coat.

Oh, Clara,
Mr. Parker,

come on in
and take seats.

Hello, Mrs. Evans.

Oh, Clara, that's
a nice sweater.

Thank you.

Well, how is
everybody?

Well, Nettie's
at her sister's,

and Mr. Turner
and Mrs. Mitchell

aren't coming.

He's having
labor trouble...

and she's having
labor pains.

[LAUGHS]

You know, this'll
be her ninth.

[LAUGHS]

That woman has more deliveries
than Chicken Delight.

Ladies, ladies...

I didn't come here
to yak about no babies.

I'm here to talk

about the gang problem
in our school.

Well, that's why
we're all here, Mr. Parker.

Then why ain't we
doing it?

I think we should
wait for Nettie.

Nettie's being here
ain't important.

The Junior War Lords
are what's important.

They're getting straight As
in violence,

vandalizing the schools,

threatening teachers,
beating up students.

The question is,

what do we do about it?

What do you suggest
we do about it, Mr. Parker?

My solution's simple,
Mrs. Evans.

You see these peanuts here?

They're the Junior War Lords...

and this, this is us.

[CHUCKLES]

I get it.

Make 'em into peanut butter.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Excuse me.

Hi, Nettie,
come on in.

I'm so sorry
I'm late...

Oh, that's
all right.

But I was feeding
my sister's kids

while she's
at the hospital.

Hosp--

Hospital?
What's wrong?

Well, Tommy, her son,

got beat up today
by the Junior War Lords.

FLORIDA:
Tommy?

Mm-hmm.

That's Michael's
best friend.

Michael, did you know
that Tommy had been hurt?

No, Ma.

Oh, Nettie,
you gotta tell us about it.

What happened?

Yeah, is he hurt bad?

The last word I got,
they were still running tests.

Ladies, what we gotta do
is break up that gang,

and the only way to break up
a gang is to...

is to break up each member.

Mr. Parker,
you belong in a shell

with the rest of those nuts.

Now, I've got--

I've got two daughters
going to that school,

and I wanna make damn sure

those hoodlums
don't attack them.

Mr. Parker, I've seen
your daughters.

You ain't got a thing
to worry about.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Hello.

Oh, hi, Brenda.

Yeah, Nettie's here.

Nettie, it's Brenda.

Thanks.

Hey, Brenda, how's Tommy?

Oh, no.

Oh, well, thanks for calling,
and, hey, try not to worry?

Tommy's got a fractured skull.

Oh, my Lord.

All right.

The Junior War Lords
hang out

in that
boarded-up building

across the street.

I say we catch them one by one

and even up the score...
with a baseball bat!

Mr. Parker,
we are concerned parents,

not vigilantes.

We should be both!

I mean, somebody's got to do
something about those kids.

I mean, the schools--

the schools can't,
and the law won't.

Well, the school and the law
shouldn't have to.

Controlling those kids
is up to the parents.

Now, we wouldn't have any gangs

if parents took responsibility
for their own kids.

Hi, here's the punch--

Ooh, party's already started,
huh?

Mm-hmm, you're
just in time.

I think we all can use
some refreshments.

Oh, yeah.

Why don't you fill Willona in
on what's been happening.

Would you do that, Mr. Peanut?

Ma, I put up
all the groceries.

Oh, good.

Now you can help me
with the punch.

Go get the sugar.

Oh, all right.

Hey, Ma,
need any help?

Well, you can warm up
the oven for the pizza.

All right.

Hey, J.J.,
I'll warm up the oven.

Don't worry, Michael,
I can warm it up.

Michael, I asked J.J. to do it.

But, Ma,
I can do it.

Hey, Michael,
take it easy.

I'm the Prince
of Mozzarella.

I can handle this.

Now, just back off,
Jack.

All right.

Don't worry, Michael,
this oven heats up quick.

I'll have that oven
all heated up

quicker than you can
say, "Pasta Fazool!"

Michael,
get the ginger ale

and the lemons
out of the refrigerator.

Michael...

the ginger ale
and the lem--

Michael,
are you all right?

Yeah, Ma.

I'll get it for you, Ma.

Okay, honey.

Ahh.

[SNIFFING]

Thank you.

Hmm.

Hey, Ma...

Hmm?

I could--

I could swear I smell
something burning.

I do too!

Hey, Ma,
the oven's smoking.

[TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

Be cool.

It's just a little
harmless smoke.

Don't panic. Don't panic.
It's harmless.

The smoke might be harmless,
but the fire ain't.

Aah!

[INDISTINCT DIALOGUE]

Everybody be cool.

Don't get upset.

It's something big,
but I think I got it.

I got it. I got it.

He's got it!
He's got--

Look, look.
He got it!

This ought to do it.

[COUGHING]

Wha--

See, like I said,
just a little harmless smoke.

J.J., what is that thing?

It seems to be
a jacket.

What is a jacket
doing in the oven?

I don't know.

Beats me.

First we were
picking cotton,

and now
we're cooking it.

Yeah, well, whose jacket is it?

Well, according
to the back of this,

it belongs to the
Junior War Lords.

The Junior War Lords?

Well,
don't look at me.

I ain't no "Junior."

Michael?

Michael,
whose jacket is this?

I asked you a question.

Whose jacket is this?

It ain't mine.

It ain't mine.

I need to hear one more
"It ain't mine."

Well, it ain't mine.

That's not the bell
I meant to buzz.

Michael?

Yeah, Ma, it's my jacket.

Oh, my God.

Well...

Mrs. Evans says parents
should control their kids,

but she can't seem
to control her own.

Cure the fever

in your own home,
Mrs. Evans,

before you start writing
prescriptions

for everyone else...

and in case you're interested,
my medicine works.

Come on, Nettie,
we better be going.

Yes, we'd better.

Oh, Nettie.

Hmm?

I don't know
what to say.

We'll call you later.

I'm sorry.
Poor Tommy.

That's all right.

I know
how you feel.

Goodbye.
Bye-bye.

Kids nowadays.

Now, take care.
I will.

Talk to you.

All right, Michael,
what's with the jacket?

Flo, owning that jacket

doesn't mean Michael's
a War Lord

any more than owning a sled
means he's an Eskimo.

Right, Gramps?

Wrong, he's an Eskimo.

I thought you were too smart
to get hung up in a gang.

Thelma, it's not a gang.

It's a social club.

They got a great way
of socializing.

They got coming-out parties
for your teeth.

Michael, will you please
tell me what you're doing

hanging around
with the War Lords?

Well, Ma, we got
a lot in common.

They're black
and tough,

and I'm black
and tough.

I'll buy
the "black,"

but the "tough,"
you're not.

Well, not around here,
but at school,

I'm known as the Mayor
of Knuckle City.

My fists bring
urban renewal

to dudes' heads.

Is that what happened
to Tommy?

I don't want
to talk about it.

Why not?
You're tough.

Michael.
Thelma...

Stay out of it,
honey.

Now I know

why you were running
to the phone.

You thought
it was Tommy's mother

calling about you.

Ma, please.

Michael,
I want to know

why you were
with that gang.

Because I'm tough.

The real reason,
Michael,

the real reason!

Well, Ma...

they asked Philip Smith
to join the gang,

and he said, "No,"
so they broke his jaw.

Then they asked Ernest Williams
to join the gang,

and he said "No,"
so they broke his arm...

and then when they asked me...

they were looking at my neck.

Ma, you were right.

I only joined the gang
because I was afraid.

[DOOR OPENS, SLAMS]

Hey, Ma,
take it easy.

I'll go in there
and talk to him.

I think I know
where he's coming from.

Thanks, J.J.,
but go easy on him.

J.J., get outta here, man.

Hey, Michael, take it easy.

I mean, me being
man of the house now,

I gotta do exactly
what Dad would've done.

J.J., you hit me with a belt,
and I'll bust your lip.

Sit down, Michael.
Sit down.

Just come in to rap
for a little while.

Now, I didn't say
nothing out there

because I knew exactly

where you was
coming from,

'cause when I was
in high school,

the same thing
happened to me,

and I did exactly
what you did...

because my bronze,
beautiful body

is allergic to pain.

J.J., what you're saying is

I joined a bunch of turkeys
'cause I'm a chicken, huh?

No, Michael,

it ain't nothing
to be ashamed of.

I mean, when I was
in high school,

I majored in fear.

Look, Michael,

I know where
these War Lords are at,

and when they offered you
a piece of the rock,

I know
they was talking

about going
upside your head.

Did you help them
get Tommy?

I was there,
but I didn't do anything.

Michael,
you didn't warn him

of the impending
disaster?

I mean, even in Jaws,

they yell,
"Here come the teeth."

J.J., it all happened
too fast.

When I was supposed to be
hitting Tommy,

I was just punching the air.

Then he went down.

I couldn't stand it any longer,
man.

That's why I ran home.

J.J., I don't belong
in that gang.

I gotta get out.

Don't worry, Michael.

We'll get you
outta there somehow.

I guess I better go
to the hospital

to see how
Tommy's doing, huh?

No, Michael,
you've had a long day out.

I'll go do that for you.

J.J.?

Yeah, Michael.

Thanks, man.

Hey, what do you think
big brothers are for?

Hey, Ma,

the kid and I put
our heads together,

and now
his head's together,

just like mine.

Poor Michael.

He wanted to go to the
hospital to see Tommy,

but I told him
I'd go do it for him.

Oh, J.J., that's nice.

Yeah, okay. Well...

Sayonara.

Bye-bye.
See you.

Oh, how I wish
James was here.

There'd be no way
in the world

Michael would be
in a gang.

Ma...I've been thinking.

My being in a gang
has hurt you.

I apologize...

Oh, Michael.

But I'm gonna
make it up to you...

and the first thing
I'm gonna do

is throw this jacket
in the incinerator.

That's where
it should have been

in the first place.
Yeah.

I got
but three words

to say
about that jacket--

What?
Burn, baby, burn!

Amen to that.

I know
you was worried, baby.

It's all over now.

I tell you.

Wait a minute, Ma.
Wait a minute.

What is it?

You know, something's wrong.

What?

I don't think Michael's
putting that jacket

in the incinerator.

Why do you
say that?

Well, Ma, he took his coat,

and you don't need your coat
to go to the incinerator.

It's right down the hall.

He's not there, Flo.

Well, where's he going?

He's probably taking that jacket
back to the Junior War Lords

and telling them
where they can put it.

Oh, no.

Then I've gotta
stop him.

Ma, you can't go
barging in on a gang.

It's too dangerous!

Thelma,
I can't stay here

knowing he might
get hurt.

Well, Flo, I'll go with you.

Man...broad held on
to this purse so tight

she almost got
her fingers plucked.

You ain't lying.

How much we get,
Ratbone?

Seven measly cents!

Oh, wow, man,
at that rate,

we gotta snatch
more than 30 purses

to earn the minimum wage.

Man, people in this neighborhood
are so poor,

you almost hate to rob 'em.

[ALL LAUGH]

Then maybe
we should just...

punch out
their lights.

Yeah, we should.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[SNAPS FINGERS]

RATBONE:
Wonder who that is.

Well, if it ain't
old Fleetfoot Evans.

Ran out
on the action today,

huh, bro?

I didn't run out, Ratbone.

I just left early.

He didn't run out, Ratbone.
He just left early.

A left hook
to your head,

and your hair'll
leave early.

Okay, be cool, Tank.

He's one of us now.

We don't haveto hurt him.

Ratbone... I wanna get out
of the club.

What?

You insane.
You're tripping, man.

You're crazy.

You know
what I think, fellows?

I think we should
do to him

what we did
to Tommy.

Right on.
That was all right.

I punched
that sucker's head in.

Why you wanna
get out the club?

Blood,
you just joined.

Yeah, what's
the matter, Evans?

You don't like us
no more?

I hope
he don't like me.

Then I won't
feel guilty

when I drive on him!

Right on.

Evans, nobody
leaves the club.

Yeah, we're like
a farm team

for major league crime.

Our graduates
have made more hits

than the Chicago
White Sox.

Well, y'all can have all that,

because I've got
too many other dreams.

Dreams?
Evans' got dreams.

Ain't that a blip.

Do you have dreams,
Earl?

Do I?

I have dreams
like you ain't never had dreams.

Even my dreams have dreams.

What about you, Ratbone?

You ought to see
my dreams.

They're in wide-screen,
Technicolor, and 3-D.

Right on,
yeah.

Daring, distinctive,
and destructive.

Yeah.

Evans,
you're the star.

I don't mean those kind
of dreams, Ratbone.

He don't mean
those dreams.

What dreams do you mean,
jellybean?

I mean dreams of being
something or somebody.

We don't have
those kind of dreams,

'cause they never
come true.

Well, mine are
gonna come true.

Yeah, we'll see...
because you're gonna be

a member
of this club forever.

Right on.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[SNAPS FINGERS]

Yeah, lady,
what do you want?

My son.

I'm Michael Evans'
mother.

Well, what can we
do for you, mother?

Ma, what are you doing here?

I came to get you.

Come on, Michael.

Yeah, Michael,
she came to get you.

See if you go.

Yeah.

Lady, we're taking care
of business here.

We'll send Michael home
when we're through.

I said, "now."
Come on, Michael.

Lady, he can't go,

so why don't you
just beat it!

Hey, man, watch out
how you talk to my mother!

Hey, blood,
your mother shouldn't

have came here
in the first place.

Yeah, she must be
a mighty bad lady.

Maybe she's
a Wonder Woman with soul.

Will you--

Hey, man,
don't touch my mother!

Hey,

I haven't touched
your mother...yet.

Hey.

Get your hands off me!

This lady's got
a wedding ring.

Yeah.

We gotta snatch
a hundred purses

to get
what that costs.

Hey, Ratbone,
don't touch that ring.

My father gave that to her,
so leave my mother alone!

Shut up, chump!

Lady, I want that ring.

I told you to leave
my mother alone!

Back off!

I'll break every bone
in your body.

Crazy.

Man, the whole
family's crazy.

I heard that!

Am I out of the club, Ratbone?

Am I out?

You out.

You out, blood.

All right, Michael.

Come on,
it's all right.

It's all right,
baby.

It's all right.

We can go home now.

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