Down to Earth Page #8

- Makes no difference. | - But I can't go now.

I'm supposed to play the Apollo, | and I'm in love.

- This is bigger than that. | - Nothin's bigger than that.

This is fate.

How come every time something | bad happens to me, it's fate,

and every time something good | happens to me, it's luck?

Is anything good | supposed to happen to me?

No.

Somebody call 9-1-1!

Sorry, Lance. I tried to warn you.

- King, you gotta get me back. | - No dice.

- We had a deal. | - I'll do anything. I'll be anybody.

- There'll be consequences. | - I'll take 'em.

Just get me back!

Hello, Sontee.

I just can't believe he's gone, | just like that.

He's not gone, Sontee.

I know in a way | he's gonna live on, but-

No, no, honestly.

You think you loved | Charles Wellington,

but really you loved | someone inside of him.

He didn't die tonight.

He's living on somewhere.

I'm sure of it.

And he'll always remember us.

So what are we doin' here?

This is your future, kid.

- You mean I'm gonna be Joe Guy? | - That's the plan.

I don't want to take his life.

He's about to play the Apollo. | He's a nice guy.

That's his destiny. This is yours. | It'll all work out for the best.

I'm not so sure with you. | Look out, Joe!

Air bags.

Taxi! Taxi!

Hey!

Taxi!

Taxi! Taxi!

Taxi! Taxi, taxi, taxi!

I'm black again!

I'm black again! | I'm a black man!

People are questioning | Winston Sklar,

who worked for Wellington, | in relation to the murder.

To the people who knew him, | Charles Wellington was two men.:

a ruthless, cutthroat businessman...

and, more recently, | a kind philanthropist.

That man who got shot in the park today, | that wasn't no Charles Wellington.

That Wellington, he was always a cheap-

no-good mother- | with a stick up his-

Now, the man in the park today, | he was somebody else.

He was my brother. | I loved that man.

Chuck Wellington.

There will never be | another one like him.

- I can't believe he's gone. | - He's done. No more questions.

Thanks, Ted. Charles Wellington Ill, | dead at the age of 53.

He leaves behind his wife Amber, | a dog, Elle, and a sizable-

I don't want you to forget me.

You're not gonna | forget me, right?

There's something about your eyes.

Everything's allright.

The eccentric billionaire left the bulk | of his estate to city charities,

his personal friends | and his loyal domestic staff.

It's Showtime at the Apollo | one last time...

as the venerable Harlem institution | closes its doors for good.

I'm not wakin' up tomorrow mornin'

And findin' that | there's nobody there

No, no, no, no way

Hey, Whitney. | I haven't seen you in a while.

What ya doin' backstage? | How about a loan?

No. Stop it.

Guess I'm just, | uh, hangin' out.

Yeah. I miss Booey too.

Love me

Thankyou.

- Lance? | - No, I'm Phil.

Sorry.

How about a hand for your next act, | Mr. Joe Guy.

Give it up for Joe Guy.

- Hey, Whit. | - Oh, hey, Joe.

Make me laugh!

Apollo! Yeah!

So, what is it all about?

Looks? | Looks will determine everything.

You know, you want people | To judge you by your character,

you know, what you feel inside, | but nobody cares.

People, all they care about | is your looks.

I'm sorry, ifyou look good, | you're gonna have a good life.

You look bad, | ooh, you better work on it.

That's right, the uglier you are, | the smarter you better be.

For every ten pounds | you are overweight,

you better pick up a book.

Or you better get two books, | and get a computer while you're at it.

Lance? Oh, yeah.

That's right. | I was at the Knick game the other day.

I'm looking at the seats. | The higher the seats got,

the uglier the people got.

If I was a usher, | I wouldn't even need tickets.

I'd just look at faces. | Whoo! You gotta go up top!

One thing I love about women.

Women can fall in love | with a ugly man and admit it.

Show him off to all her friends | and the family.

He'd be the ugliest guy in the world,

and they'd be so proud | of their ugly man.

They'll hold his hand like, | "I want you to meet Kevin.

"I just want you to meet Kevin. | He's a nice guy.

I know he don't look that good... | but he's good to me!"

Women cool like that.

Guys would never admit to being | in love with an ugly woman.

We'll hide it to the death!

We ain't tellin' nobody!

That's right, | we ain't tellin' nobody.

"Heard you got married. " | "Who told you that?"

That's it.

What's life all about, man? | What is it all about?

You want, you know, love. | Love, love, love, love, love.

You wanna be in love. | You want that new love.

You want- You want to feel | that first kiss again.

That's right, 'cause that's | the only real kiss in a relationship,

is the first kiss.

All the rest of the kisses | Are just-just protocol.

Every other kiss is just protocol. | That's all it is, just routine.

Hey! You was gone. | You back.

Hey, we havin' sex.

Hey, I miss you.

It's all routine. | The first kiss is the only real one...

'cause it always happens, like, | in the middle of a conversation.

You don't even know what you're | talking about. "Yeah, you know.

"Maybe someday I was thinking | about maybe trying to get the Acura-"

Uhh!

You never know! The first kiss | is always like double Dutch.

You're just sittin' there like, | "When do I get in? When do I get in?

"Aaah! Yeah! I'm kissin'! | I'm kissin', I'm kissin', I'm kissin',

I'm kissin', I'm kissin'!"

Hey, I gotta go. Y'all be good.

That's my dog.

Joe Guy, ladies and gentlemen. | Joe Guy.

The next act is also a comedian. | How about a hand for Mr. Mike Green!

Whitney.

Lance.

They didn't boo. | They didn't boo!

Why don't they make the whole thing...

out of a black box?

We are back in business, huh?

I'm back, Whit. You and me.

Lance, I'm proud of you.

- Lance. | - Mr. King.

- Keyes. | - Hey, congratulations. You killed 'em!

We're cool, right?

- Oh, we're cool, man. We're real cool. | - Lance, we gotta talk.

Remember our deal? | Wellington was just a temporary setup.

This is the real thing. | This is your body.

Start to set up house, | 'cause this is you.

I'll sign the lease right now. | I'll give you two months in advance.

Joe, that was | the shiznit, son.

Listen to Phil Quon. | You about to shine.

Kid, listen to me.

When we leave, | you will be Joe Guy.

You won't remember Keyes; | you won't remember me.

Get outta here, man!

I'm gonna remember you like | you whooped my ass in third grade.

Lance, you're not getting it.

You see, you won't remember | Charles Wellington, Sontee.

You won't even remember | Lance Barton.

You will be Joe Guy.

What do you mean, | I won't remember Sontee?

- I'm sorry, Lance. | - You're sorry?

I got hit by a truck; | I got smashed by a car;, I got shot,

and now you wanna take my soul? | What are you, the Blair Witch?

I can't take your soul. | Nobody could do that.

Where you're from, what you look like, | that's just clothing.

How am I supposed to get Sontee | if I don't remember Sontee?

No, no, no, how am I supposed to get | Sontee if Sontee doesn't remember me?

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