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How did he go to the bathroom

with all this stuff on ?

Okay.

All right, who are these people

Junebug was hanging out with ?

Well,

He worked for a man

named Mr. Big.

He rules the crime world here.

- Those men that your mother

threw down the stairs ?

- They work for Mr. Big too.

They came in here

saying that Junebug owed 'em

all kinds of money, crazy money.

And I really think that they're

the ones who killed him.

Well, don't you worry

about a thing.

Jack Spade is here, and I'm

gonna get to the bottom of this.

Oh.

I better go check on mama.

- Where is the girl ?

- we almost had the girl, Mr. Big.

Yeah, we almost.

She's beautiful.

She's gonna be worth far more

than the money Junebug owes.

She'll be worth

maybe 10 or 20 times.

Far more than money.

Anyway, she's got a real soft

juicy fruit butt.

But the only problem

was that this old lady,

She punched me in the stomach

real hard !

Then she started crying

and screaming and stuff,

right ?

And a dude came in,

this big dude.

- I think it's her son or something.

- What dude ?

- The soldier dude.

- I didn't see him.

The dude.

The f***ing dude that came in !

- Then he started...

He hit me from behind.

- He hit you ?

- And I went down.

- Oh, you mean the soldier dude !

- Yeah, the soldier dude.

- Okay, okay.

Then he hit me from behind.

And I went down.

I was like this.

- Then the dude shot me !

- He didn't shoot you.

He did. Kept on

biting on my ankles.

- Where did 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, uncle Mr. Big.

Yes, sir, 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, sir, uncle Mr. Big.

It'll be our asses.

It'll be your ass.

Good.

You boys can leave

either through the window...

or the stairs.

We'll take the stairs.

We always take the stairs.

- Lenny ?

- What ?

- You mad at me ?

- I'm gonna be mad on the way

down these stairs.

Ooh ! Ow !

Ooh ! Ooh !

Oh !

He was such a sweet baby.

I don't know how he

turned out so bad.

He missed you

when you was gone, Jack.

- Yeah ?

- Yeah.

I missed him too, mama.

You know, I remember

when me and Junebug

used to go to the park.

Junebug loved the swings.

He'd say, "Jack, give me a push."

And I'd take him and 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

in Mrs. Wilson's class.

That's right.

You was always so thoughtful

to your mama.

- That's why I'm so glad

you're home.

- Mama.

W-wait a minute.

What ?

- Mama !

- Huh ?

That's John Slade.

Yeah ?

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.

Hmm. 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, now.

Mama, I'm here, and I'm gonna

find out what happened to Junebug.

No, no, no, no.

You're all I got !

Don't you do nothing foolish.

I'm just gonna ask

a few questions, that's all.

- No, Jack.

- Ma, just a few questions.

I promise.

- Okay ?

- Okay.

Okay.

- Be careful.

- I will.

"John Slade to host

youth gang competition."

2:
00.

- Hey, move it !

- Can I get a cab ?

I want this sh*t clean.

Whoo ! Whoo !

Whoo ! Whoo !

It's a new record !

Right 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

in the '70s, he helped topple

such crime bosses as Mr. Big.

He's responsible

for today's events.

I'm speaking, of course,

of Mr. John Slade.

A lot of people would like to

see you come back and help rid

the old neighborhood of Mr. Big.

- How do you respond to that ?

- No, skip. I'm sorry.

I'm retired now.

It's a job for

the police department.

Oh, but tell us, Mr. Slade,

what is today really about ?

To provide for 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.

Do you know

what I mean, brother ?

Well, 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.

All my friends were white.

Everybody used to tease me

'cause I didn't speak jive.

I couldn't dance

to save my life.

The only step I really knew was

that step that Springsteen does...

In the "Dancing in the Dark"

video.

I love Springsteen.

Yes.

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 sellin' NoWay products ?

- No.

Oh, okay.

- Can we go somewhere

more private ?

- Yeah. This way.

Senior itizen Mugging

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 old

round, brown, firm ti...

She would do this

little trick with her mouth

where she would...

That's my mother, man.

She was a good woman,

your mother. Yes, she was.

Absolutely, a good woman.

I should have married

your mother.

Wait a minute. You ain't gonna

tell me I'm your daddy or no

sh*t like that now...

because I don't wanna

hear no bullshit.

No. Nothin' like that.

That's my brother.

He's dead. He O.G.'d.

How does he go to the bathroom

with all this sh*t on ?

Look, 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 sh*t

is doing 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 and sh*t,

trying to carry that stuff.

But what's really awful, man,

is you see a young brother...

with this cheap, imitation

electroplated gold crap

around their necks,

and it breaks out

in this funky green rash...

with these bumps and sh*t.

It just make you wanna puke.

Yeah. Yeah,

I know it's happenin'.

What do you want with me ?

I want you...

to take down Mr. Big and put

an end to this gold-chain sh*t.

Hey, look, I'm sorry about your

brother. I'm sorry for Bell.

But I don't wanna be

no hero no more, man.

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