Soul Men Page #6

Nah.

Hey, Louis.

You know, Cleo was telling me

that Odetta never told her nothing

about her father,

not even his name.

But she did say

he was a musician.

You ain't said nothing stupid

to the girl, have you?

Like what?

Oh, like, uh,

Cleo, you know, I'm your daddy.

Well, I'm still

feeling out the situation.

What the f*** was that

that "You ought to come

to Memphis with us" sh*t?

Now that, right there,

that's a recipe for disaster.

Louis, Louis, I know

this ain't easy for you.

But I never thought I'd have a child.

Now I'm part of this big

old circle called life.

A piece of Floyd Henderson,

man, might be here to live on,

and maybe forever.

If you don't shut up

and go to sleep,

a big piece of Floyd Henderson ass

might not wake up in the morning.

Oh, Louis, Louis.

I respect the fact that you want

to cloak your pain with your anger.

Good night.

Oh, hey! What the f*** is that?

What's wrong?

You been taking

them dick pills again?

I though it was my cholesterol meds,

I swear I did.

You can't be spooning

with a motherf***er with that!

What's wrong with you?

- Uh, I...

- Nasty son of a b*tch!

Give me some covers.

I'm gonna sleep on the floor.

Sh*t.

Go on, then. Sleep on the floor.

Nobody wants you, Louis.

I don't like boy p*ssy no way.

I hope your back hurt

like a motherf***er.

Better my back than my a**hole.

Nasty... I'll beat

your motherfucking...

All them years I spent in prison,

ain't nobody roll up on me like that.

I was going to ask you about that.

You ought to be ashamed

of your goddamn self,

nasty son of a b*tch.

# Like I never had #

# When I'm feeling bad #

# Come on and comfort me #

# Oh, baby, you know the way #

# I showed you how to love me right #

# So comfort me tonight #

# Come on and comfort me, honey #

# You know the way, baby #

# 'Cause I showed you right #

# I want it, I want it #

# Why don't you #

# Comfort me? #

Floyd!

Yo.

Mr. Henderson. Mr. Henderson?

No, this is Louis.

Mr. Hinds.

It's Phillip Newman

of FC Management.

How are you, man? I'm a huge fan.

So?

So...

I think I've solved your

cash flow problems, my man.

I've withdrawn $10,000

from my old parents' savings account

to tide you over until

things get sorted out.

Who'd you say you was again?

Phillip.

I wrote you letters

when the man had you

locked down in the pen, you know?

I know you're innocent.

Sh*t ain't right.

Okay, Phillip, um, look here.

We're on our way to Memphis.

Um, why don't you meet us

at, um, the fountain at Peabody Hotel,

5:
00?

Memphis. All right!

I'm hungrier than a mo...

There you are, girl.

You make up your mind?

You want to go to Memphis

with us, or not?

What you gonna do?

What happened?

Nothing. Nothing happened.

Nothing happened.

- No.

- Uh-uh, uh-uh.

Let him get his whupping.

Why you hit her?

The hell you gonna

do about it, man?

I'm the n*gger with the gun, man.

Oh, sh*t.

Damn! Ugh!

- Aah!

- Come on.

Get your albino

Ike Turner ass up, uh-huh.

Come on.

Aah! Okay! Oh, sh*t! Aah!

My follicles, man!

Look her in the eye and say

"I'm sorry I hit you,

and I'm never gonna put

my hands on you again. "

- My bad, baby. I ain't...

- Say what I told you to say!

I'm sorry I hit you.

I ain't never gonna do it again.

Now, say you're sorry

for sampling my bass line

and for stomping

on my partner's record.

I'm sorry for sampling your bass line

- and stomping on your Real Deal record.

- Okay.

Now, we taking a road trip,

and we need some gas money.

I ain't got no money, man!

Can you help us?

I saw you out there selling that sh*t.

It's weed, it ain't crack man!

I ain't got...

- Give me the money!

- Okay, okay.

There's money in my shorts...

Ain't nobody reaching

in your drawers, get it out!

Okay, okay.

I got to reach around my meat, man.

- Here.

- Take it.

Take it.

Oh, damn. My hair hurts.

Take it, man! Aah!

Ow! You're breaking my arm!

Oh, hush.

That's just a little

Chinese submission hold.

This is what it feels like

when I break your arm.

- Sh*t!

- Break his arm.

Oh, bastard!

I know motherfuckers like you, Lester.

Used to see them

in the yard every day.

You'd better hope

you don't never go inside

because you,

you straight up b*tch material.

What about my car, man?

What about your car?

Oh, sh*t.

I ain't got no clothes on.

This is bullshit.

So what? You run around

with your drawers

hanging off your ass anyway.

I wasn't really gonna shoot you!

Get the f*** out of here.

See, I'm the n*gger

with the gun now.

You better hope my arm

don't get better.

I'm gonna learn karate

and kick your ass!

F*** you!

It was a good thing you stepped in

when you did what you did, partner,

because if I'd have

got a piece of him,

I'd have f***ed his sh*t up

entirely, and you know that.

Come on.

I'm too old to be tussling

with the motherf...

I'd have shot him. I'd have popped...

I'm six, seven years older.

I'd have, like, tussled...

# Whoo #

Welcome back to the Soul Patrol.

I'm Isaac Hayes.

I want to give a shout-out

to Floyd Henderson

and Louis Hinds, The Real Deal.

They're back in Memphis tonight

peforming at the House of Soul.

# Train number 1 is gone #

Welcome back home, fellas.

# Train number 2 is gone #

# Train number 3 is been gone #

# How long must I wait for you #

Look out with it.

# Whoo, hey, yeah #

# It's the Memphis train #

The Orpheum Theatre!

Our show's up in there.

# How long must I wait for you? #

# Yeah, yeah #

# Ooh, wee #

# The Memphis train #

# Let me try it one more time #

# Say, ooh, ooh, ooh, wee #

Oh, my God.

Mr. Henderson, Mr. Hinds,

let me just start off by saying...

Thank you.

What's up?

Phillip, tonight we're

playing at the House of Soul.

Make sure you be there, baby.

Right on.

Hello. Welcome to the Peabody.

How can I help you?

You can help me by giving me

three of your best

doggone suites, baby.

Well, it'll be my pleasure

to assist you today.

May I see some identification, please?

Okay.

Right there.

Go to hell, Louis.

Mr. Henderson?

It is I.

Will you excuse me

for just a minute, please?

Okay.

Henderson.

Ahh, I-I'm sorry,

Mr. Henderson, Henderson.

We're unable to accommodate you.

Perhaps we could

recommend another hotel.

For what, man? I'm in Memphis.

I want to stay at the Peabody.

Yes, sir, I understand

you've stayed with us before,

and apparently,

that's the problem.

It seems that the last time

you stayed here...

March 12, 1978, to be exact...

you hosted a party,

during which the room

and several other areas of the hotel

- sustained extensive damage.

- Uh-oh.

I don't recollect nothing like that.

I think that's the night

Sly and Bootsy

came by with the fire-eater.

Is that the one with the snake?

- That's the one.

- Hmm.

Perhaps you could put those rooms

in the name of Louis Hinds.

Yeah, perhaps.

Louis Hinds, we'll try that.

I'm sorry you had

to see that, Linda.

What's on there?

Let me see that sh*t.

I want to see what's on there.

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