Soul Men Page #5

you can do. We need money.

If we don't get no money,

we ain't gonna make it to the Apollo.

I'm not sure what the procedure

for that would be.

I mean, there's just

a lot of red tape here.

You know, uh...

I'm going to have to get back to you.

- You do that. Get back with me now.

- Mr. Henderson...

We ain't gonna get very far

on ten gallons of gas,

I can tell you that.

I know where we can

get some money.

I know how to get some money.

# Ain't no love, ain't no love #

# Like my baby's love #

# Ain't no lonely days #

# Ain't no lonely #

Ooh, sh*t. What the hell is...

# 'Cause I ain't never,

never found me a girl #

Oh, hell, no. You didn't.

Yes, I did.

- # To love me like #

- # I do #

# Oh, yeah #

Hey.

Hey, hey, you're...

What is wrong with you?

Don't be grabbing on me like that now.

I will knock your ass out

before I let you go ring that doorbell.

Come on, get up

on me, man. Come on.

You really want this? Huh?

- Huh?

- Come on... Oh! God damn.

- Oh, man. Come on...

- What?

- Oh!

- What's wrong, what?

I got a pain in my chest, man.

Come on, man.

Stop f***ing with me.

Look like I'm f***ing with you, man?

Come on, man, do me a favor.

Get my heart medicine

out of my bag.

- You got some heart med...

- Oh! Come on, look.

Come on, man. Hurry up, man.

Hold on, man!

God damn, you got enough stuff in here

to start a drug store!

What it say on the bottle?

Sucker, motherf***er.

I'm gonna get your ass for this.

I'll leave the light on for you.

What up, dawg?

Um...

We're friends of, uh, Odetta's.

- Odetta?

- Yeah, is she in?

No, she ain't here, man.

Is she coming back?

Seriously doubt it.

Not unless we fitting to have

a zombie attack or some sh*t.

Eee!

What's up, Fu Manchu?

- Cleo!

- Yeah?

Get your ass out here!

Two old n*ggers

looking for your mama.

Come on in, man.

You're letting the heat out.

Mama?

Cold outside.

Your arthritis gonna kick up.

Who's that?

I don't know.

Yeah?

Uh, how you doing, ma'am?

My name is Floyd Henderson.

This is my...

I know who you are.

Guess you didn't hear

about the funeral.

Funeral? Odetta...

When did she pass?

Well, she got sick right after Christmas.

After that, it went pretty fast.

So why'd you come to see her?

What, she owe you

money or something?

- Oh, no.

- We just in the neighborhood.

Cleo, I can't find the bologna!

I'll be there in a minute!

Hurry up!

Well, if my mama wasn't dead,

I'd tell her you stopped by.

Cleo!

- Just hold on a second.

- C-L-E-O!

- What the hell you want?

- I'm sorry...

I told you this was

a bad idea to come here.

Come on, man. Don't go there.

Let's just go, okay?

How old you think she is?

27, 28?

I don't know how old she is,

and I don't care. Let's go.

Chillax, let me see something.

What are you doing?

Floyd, what the hell

are you looking for?

Damn it.

I'm just confirming a suspicion.

That's all I'm doing.

September 14, 1981. Bingo.

It kind of works itself out, don't it?

Put it back.

Listen.

Odetta left me, man,

Thanksgiving Day, man, 1980.

- So?

- So you do the math, motherf***er.

Do the math? Nigga, please...

Oh, sh*t. You hear that?

Hear what?

Listen, that bass line, right there.

Hmm?

Son of a b*tch.

# Oh, my name is Lester,

the Court Jester #

# All you other rap niggas

done messed up #

# I take you to school a semester #

# Take you to court and sequester #

- Yeah!

- # I'm judge and the jury #

Bruce Lee, Fists of Fury.

# You want to whip me,

the L-E-S-T-E-R #

# Grab my girl by the waist #

# Slap my girl in the face #

# When my mama died,

I moved inside her crib #

Hey, hey. Les, Les.

Hey, man, what you doing in here?

We're here trying to make some music.

That what y'all doing?

I don't see no musicians.

Listen, you know who played the base line

on that stuff you got running

under those so-called lyrics?

My man, right there.

Yeah, right, man.

He ain't no damn instrumentator.

Hey, yo, Big L, check it out, man.

It's them, man.

They ain't bullshitting.

Let me see this here.

The Real Deal, huh?

Hey, I mean, so what if we

jacked your sh*t, man? Huh?

Good artists borrow,

great artists steal, man.

- You know who said that?

- Pablo Picasso.

But literary scholars sometimes

like to attribute it to T.S. Eliot.

Hell, no. It wasn't no damn

Missy Elliot, man.

No, man, it was Bay Bay and them.

Bay Bay, yup.

That was Bay Bay,

for sure, hey, Bay Bay.

Look, man.

You know what? I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have sampled

your music without permission.

Why don't we all do a song together?

A song called "F*** You

and Your Bass Line. "

That's what I feel about it.

Here what I think

about your damn bassline.

Henderson and Hinds!

Take that sh*t with you.

Gold-faced motherf***er.

I made that sh*t gangster,

that's what I did.

Let me tell you something,

man, you...

Hey! Stop it!

Stop it!

Hey! This is my house.

You hear me?

I don't need this sh*t right now.

You gonna talk to me crazy

in front of my boys?

Why you still talking?

Shut the f*** up!

Pay-Pay and Zig-Zig,

let's dip, man.

Bye, old n*ggers.

Feel free to utilize

my facilities while you're here

to make yourself another hit.

I know you ain't had a hit

since Ike hit Tina.

Get out of here.

# Get the f*** #

# Out my grill #

# 'Fore you get killed #

My name is Lester the Court Jester.

What a disrespectful son of a b*tch.

- Just lay off.

- Just lay off?

I know your mama taught you better.

Odetta would've

whooped his damn ass.

The f*** you know about

what my mama would've done.

Were you here when she was

dying of that cancer?

I don't think so. I think Lester was.

The hell you know.

You're right. I don't know nothing.

That's right, he don't know sh*t.

No, he don't.

Now I'm going to go change

and get dinner started

because you guys

are staying, right?

Oh, no. We need to hit the road.

Yes, ma'am. We are staying.

Okay, then.

Hell, it's what Mama would've wanted.

Oh, yeah. That's Odetta's

child, all right.

Okay, I put some sheets on the bed

in the guest room for you guys.

Thank you.

That's Carla Thomas, right?

Sure is. Your mother's favorite.

So how come you guys only

put out that one album?

Well, when we wasn't

fighting over your mother,

we had a problem

in our record sales.

Yeah, as in we didn't sell any.

Okay.

Well, you'd never know it wasn't a hit,

as much as Mama played it.

About 100 degrees, and you

got a leather jacket on.

Appreciate it, Sam.

She said,

being on the road with y'all

was some of the best times of her life.

Oh, good days. Good days.

I wish I could've seen that.

Say, why don't you

come to Memphis with us?

- Memphis?

- Yeah.

- What?

- We got a gig.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Floyd, Floyd.

The girl got a life.

She ain't got time to be ripping,

running up and down the road

with two old n*ggers.

Why not?

Memphis is fun.

We always have fun in Memphis.

You'll enjoy it. Trust me.

Fun? Look like I got time for fun?

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