Soul Men

Marcus Hooks

and the Real Deal, take 6.

- That's three names.

- You want me to sing the main line?

Oh, yeah, here we go, here we go.

Tonight we take a musical journey south,

where the legendary soul band

Marcus Hooks and the Real Deal

developed their signature sound.

1, 2!

# Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh #

They started out singing for pennies

on the street corners of Memphis.

# Pull the string #

# And I'll wink at you #

# I'm your puppet #

# Mm-hmm, yeah #

# I'll do funny things #

# If you want me to #

# I'm your puppet #

# I'm yours #

# To have and to hold #

# Darling, you've got #

# Full control #

# Of your puppet #

But by 1972,

Marcus Hooks and the Real Deal

had become one

of the biggest R&B acts in the world.

# Nothin' like sweet soul music #

# To bring us together #

They played to sellout houses

all over the world.

They'd sold 6 million records

and influenced a generation

of American musicians.

# Dance to the sweet soul music #

# Yahh #

But that all ended on July 24, 1977,

when Marcus Hooks

began his solo career

with a dramatic concert

at New York's Madison Square Garden.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Marcus Hooks.

Marcus.

# Ooh-ooh-ooh #

Hey, boy, hi.

Hey, boy, dance.

Yeah.

But while Hooks

became a music legend,

the journey took

a decidedly different direction

for former band mates

Floyd Henderson and Louis Hinds.

Renowned for their

signature dance stylings

from their one

breakout hit, "Walk in the Park,"

the duo broke up in 1979.

Citing creative differences

and a desire to pursue separate projects.

Back off! Freeze!

Get your hands up! Let me see them!

Oh. Wait. Wait, wait.

It ain't... Ohh!

The gun ain't real! Ow! It ain't real! Ow!

I'm just broke, God it!

I ain't tryin' to hurt no!

Watch your damn hands!

Police mother brutality!

While Floyd Henderson...

Come on down to Floyd's Car Wash,

where everything is done by hand.

...combined his showmanship

with an entrepreneur spirit.

And don't forget about

Super Soul Sundays,

with a full body wash

to guarantee a free rimjob.

Come on. Get your rimjob.

Come get your rimjob.

Come and get your rimjob!

Whatever happened

to the forgotten duo...

The Real Deal?

Baby, turn the navigation on.

I hope we can find this place

sometime tonight.

He gonna love it there.

They got Craftmatic adjustable beds,

clap-on lamps.

Y'all better shut up back there,

I'm tellin' you.

I'm gonna reach back there

and pop one of them little boys

upside the head so bad.

I think that's it, Uncle Floyd.

Whoo!

Now, I can't believe

I let you talk me into this bullshit.

What you talking about?

It's beautiful. You don't like this?

It's a death camp.

Oh, how is it a death camp, Unc?

We got 36 holes of golf.

Three swimming pools.

You know the ratio

of women to men here

is 5 to 1, Unc? 5 to 1.

That mean you got 'em everywhere.

You can't even move.

There's women...

Every time you look around,

women crawling between your legs,

arms, anything.

I mean, damn, Unc.

And if you're worried about the business,

I got that.

You taught me everything you know.

Yeah.

Yeah. You know something, son?

You're real crafty.

Appreciate that.

See, first you move into my house.

Then you take over my business.

- Aw, man, I ain't taking...

- Oh, yeah.

Then you move me

all the way out to the Valley, man,

so can't nobody hear me scream. Right?

Actually, that's why

we're moving you here.

So the nurses can hear your ass scream.

You remember you fell on that floor

for three days

- and couldn't nobody hear you.

- I remember.

Yeah. Now, stop being bitter, man.

Enjoy yourself, Unc.

There are your golden years, player.

Now, come on

in the house and say bye

to Charlene and the kids.

F*** them kids.

F*** the kids?

Yeah.

Ohh...

- Ohhh... yeah, baby.

- Ohh! Ohh!

Ohh! Oh, give it to me.

Give it to me nice and hard.

Oh, papi, sl Ooh!

Oh, right there!

Ohhhhh!

Uhh! Ohh!

Ooh. Don't stop, baby.

No.

No, you're not getting away.

Hoo hoo! Hoo hoo!

Yummy!

Uhh! Uhh! Yeah.

Aah!

Mmm...

How's the hip?

Fine.

Okay.

Okay, Mr. Henderson.

I'm gonna need you

to, uh, stands up, face the window,

and bend over the table.

My problem ain't back

in that area, doctor.

Look, Mr. Henderson,

your sleep problem

can be a symptom of a myriad

of different conditions,

some of which, you know, are...

well, you know, back in that area.

I don't like nobody

behind me like that, Huds.

I'm telling you, I just don't like

nobody playing

- with my penny.

- I'll be very gentle.

I'll be in and out before you know it.

Just bend over. There you go.

Hold on, now. Get a good grip.

Ohh...

Just relax.

Relax.

# Sittin' on #

# The dock of the bay #

# Watching the #

# Tiiiiiide #

# Roll away #

# Ooh ooh #

All right, again, Mr. Henderson,

there's absolutely

nothing wrong with you.

So take those for insomnia.

Give me a call if anything changes.

All right?

- All right.

- Do me a favor.

Stop being so hard

on yourself, Mr. Henderson.

Retirement can be a tough transition.

All right?

Okay. Oh, yeah. Hey, listen.

Don't mix those sleeping pills with alcohol

unless you want to kill yourself.

Okay. Who's next?

And for those of you in the Southland,

tomorrow's gonna be

another beautiful day with

bright, sunny skies

and temperatures into the mid-80s.

A pefect day for some golf.

And that's gonna continue

right into next week.

Gorgeous blue skies

and sensationally warm.

It doesn't get any better than that.

This just in.

Soul music fans around the globe

are mourning the loss

of Marcus Hooks.

The legendary singer and songwriter

apparently suffered

a massive heart attack

while peforming last night

in front of a capacity crowd

at Kungstrardgarden Park

in Stockholm, Sweden.

His body's being

flown home to New York,

where a memorial service

will be held next week.

The seven-time Grammy Award winner

was 63 years old.

# I'll do anything for you #

We're back in just a moment.

Humh!

Kezian Motors. Can I help you?

Who?

Hinds, telephone!

Dealing drugs out of my garage?

Listen, you doing something illegal,

I'll find out and send your ass

back to prison

so f***ing fast, it will make

your black monkey head spin.

You know, there was a time

I would've knocked your teeth

down your throat

for saying some sh*t like that to me.

But I'm a changed man.

I'm trying to be

all centered and sh*t.

Now, I could'a called you

a unibrow-shaving, pilaf-eating,

greasy-ass goat f***er,

but I didn't, did I?

- Uh-uh.

- 'Cause I didn't want to hurt your feelings,

and I didn't want to piss you off,

just like I know

deep, deep down inside,

you don't want to piss me off, either.

- Now, do you?

- Uh-uh.

Uh-uh. No. Uh-uh.

All right.

Peace.

Scruffy, Kibbles...

Yeah, this is Louis.

Hey. Mr. Hinds.

It's Danny Epstein

calling from New York. How are you today?

Who?

Marty's son.

Oh, yeah?

Sh*t,

I ain't seen you since you were in diapers.

Yeah. Well,

I assume you heard

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