Krush Groove Page #5

Tired of kicking your butt.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah.

I'm fine.

You?

Yeah, I'm chill. Listen, I'm sorry.

You've done a lot for me.

It's really all I can say.

That's all you need to say.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't always treat you

like a little brother.

Hold up.

Let me tell you something.

I am your little brother.

Listen, little brother.

I hate to bring this up, but since you

got this big contract with Galaxy...

...could you loan me a few bucks?

You got it. Take it all. I have some more.

How about some real cash?

I don't want to meet Jay B's boys again.

How much?

Not much.

- How much is not much?

- $5,000.

You got it.

You're all right.

What made you stop by here?

I went to Sheila's house.

She's really in your corner.

Yeah, I know.

About that situation, me and Sheila...

Listen, man...

...Sheila likes me, man, but she...

...likes you.

Know what I'm saying?

What do you think about being

me and D and Jay's manager?

Who, me?

You got Galaxy, you don't need me.

What I'm saying is now that I got Galaxy...

...we got Galaxy.

You know what I'm saying?

Russell, are you okay? What happened?

I got a little scuff.

- Are you okay, Run?

- I'm all right.

I'm sorry I hit you.

- Let's go home.

- Let's get out of here.

Jason, Darryl, and myself

is going with Russell...

...because he's the best man for the job.

And furthermore, we owe it to him.

Ain't gonna be no more hand-shaking

around here.

From now on,

we're gonna sign on the dotted line.

Did I cover everything?

Welcome to the world-famous Disco Fever.

It's all right now.

Let me get through here, baby.

It's all there.

Every dime, every nickel, every penny.

I guess this concludes

our little business arrangement.

I hope you understand it was just that.

Nothing personal.

Hold up, everybody. Listen up, everybody.

Since we're celebrating the success

of the contest...

...and our brothers reuniting...

...before they become too big,

let's do it like in the old days up here.

No stage, no lights, no band.

Live at the Fever.

The only guy who could do it

is my man, Kurtis Blow, the King of Rap.

Come on, brother, let's go. Let's go for it.

Let's start with the Fat Boys...

...because they won the contest...

...and I want to see how bad they are.

Come on up here.

Let's get Sheila E up here!

Come on, Russell, too.

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