Soul Men Page #7

I need four rooms, Don.

Your best available.

Oh, hey, guys.

Your tailor gave me

several choices for tonight.

He said he's going

to stop by around 7:30.

What the f***?

Did you catch the sale

over at the Build-A-Pimp?

You like that? It's fly, huh?

It's a get-down, get-down.

It's live. It's funky.

And I think I'm going

to get some poonanny.

To be honest with you,

I haven't been laid

since Friends was on television.

So this is my night.

You sure that ain't

one of your children?

You gonna sing real nice tonight.

Who's the girl singer?

Oh, my goodness!

Look at here! Oh, man.

Hello, Louis. Good to see you.

You good, man?

Hey, good-looking.

Claudette.

How you doing, girl?

I know you still ain't upset

about what happened

in Baltimore that...

Oh! What's wrong

with you, woman?

You going straight to hell, Floyd Henderson.

What you laughing at?

- You want some, too?

- No.

F*** you.

Eee.

# F*** you, f*** you #

Now we have no girl singer.

We just got to find

a replacement, that's all.

It's too late.

Cleo.

You know all our songs, right?

Ho ho ho. No offense, man,

but I'm not playing

with no rank amateur.

Come on, Wolfman,

this ain't no rank amateur, man.

This Odetta Whitfield's daughter, man.

Ain't got to recognize.

Sh*t. Let's roll, then, baby.

Yeah.

She can sing, can't she?

Ow!

Ow!

Oh, oh!

Here we go.

Oh, yeah.

# If music makes you move #

# You can really groove #

# Groove on #

# If you feel like

you want to make love #

# Under the stars above #

# Love on #

# Love on #

# If there's something

that you wanna say #

# And talking is the hard way #

# Rap on #

# 'Cause whatever #

# You want to do #

- # Ow #

- # You got to do your thing #

# If you feel like

you want to scream #

# If that's your way you let off steam #

# Scream on #

# Scream on #

# If you feel like you want to sing #

# 'Cause singing is your thing #

# Sing on #

# Sing on #

# If you want to make love all night #

# 'Cause you feel it's right #

- # Right on #

- Oh, yeah, girl.

# Right on #

# 'Cause whatever #

# You want to do #

# You got to do your thing #

I'm with the band.

Yeah, it's a dream.

Yeah, it's a... it's a total dream.

Yeah.

I play the harmuffica.

# Wa, wa #

I'll save you a seat.

# 'Cause whatever #

# You want to do #

# Yeah, baby, oh #

# You got to do your thing #

# Yeah #

Yeah.

This is the most insane

night of my life.

You know Isaac wants

to put me in his studio?

He says he's got a song

that'd be perfect for me.

Oh, he does, does he?

Uh... Come on, now. It ain't like that.

Oh, it's always like that,

like movies.

Well, I'll be careful.

Just trying to look out

for you, that's all.

Thanks, guys, for everything.

# You got to do your thing, hey #

See you later.

# If you feel like making love #

# 'Cause that's your thing #

# Right on #

Man, ain't that the Real Deal car?

Sure is, homie. You a fan?

Hell, yeah. I'm a big fan.

You know where they at?

'Cause I need to holler at 'em.

Actually, I'm their manager.

Really? Their manager?

Hold on a minute.

- Oh, hi, Floyd.

- Hey.

Come on in.

Check this place out.

I could get used to this.

I'll bet you could.

Let me get you a drink.

Yeah, I'll take one.

But hold on, before you do that,

there's something

I want to say to you.

It's been a blast connecting with you.

I want you to know that.

That's sweet of you.

And if you need anything,

like money or something like that,

don't you hesitate to call me now.

Not that money gonna make up

for the lost time between us

or nothing like that.

Lost time?

You have to understand,

Odetta never told me

nothing about you.

Had I known about you

from the beginning,

- I'd have been here from the start.

- Whoa, whoa.

- Floyd...

- She never said nothing to me about you.

You're not my father, Floyd.

You're not listening.

See, the thing you...

what's that? Say what?

You're not my father.

I- I'm not?

No.

How do you know?

Because he knows who I am

Or he did.

I mean, for all I know,

he could be dead.

I get a little money from him

every once in a while.

It's a blind trust he set up years ago.

Something to do

with his music royalties.

Music royalties?

Oh!

You knocked up my wife, motherf***er.

Ooh. You stole her from me first.

What is wrong with you?

Whoo!

You lost your...

You didn't tell Cleo, did you?

No, I didn't tell her.

I should've told her, though.

I'll bet you laughing

your ass off, wasn't you?

Going around, talking

about I'm the girl's daddy

and big round circle of life,

all that bullshit.

Giggle, giggle, motherf***er.

Well, just a little bit.

Floyd...

Look, Floyd...

Floyd, put it down. Put it down!

Dawg, come on!

You need to quit before you get hurt.

Oh! Oh! Whoa! Oh!

Ugh!

Look, Floyd,

I didn't mean for it

to happen, all right?

You know how she was.

Come here.

Come on, man. Stop acting a fool.

You all right?

Aw, sh*t. Quit acting a fool!

F***ing dad!

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Time out.

Oh.

Still got a little pop

in your punch there, partner.

Pop this, motherf***er!

Oh!

Ooh.

Sh*t. Ugh.

You dirty motherf***er,

hitting me in the nuts.

Ooh! Sh*t.

Louis, you just can't

keep whooping on my ass.

I'm a motherfucking man, baby.

I'm a motherfucking man.

Louis, how come you won't

see your own daughter?

Oh, motherf***er,

I wanted to see her,

but, you know...

It's time... After a while,

you know, it's just...

it's just too much.

Why didn't O tell her?

Why didn't Odetta tell her, man?

What was she going to tell her, huh?

That her daddy was

a alcoholic dopehead convict

that f***ed up everything

he touched, hmm?

No, no.

She was better off without me.

Oh, sh*t.

Anyhow, it's too late now.

Uh-uh.

It was a mistake

getting to know her.

- Lou...

- What?

What is wrong with you?

You having a seizure?

What? What?

Oh.

Oh. Cleo.

- Cleo, wait. Ow!

- Excuse me.

God damn it. Wait!

Let me talk to... ow!

Move, God damn it!

Come here, Cleo!

Call the police.

Hey, yo, white boy.

You really

in the music business?

Why, do you have a mix tape?

Shut the f*** up, white boy!

And stop sweating

so goddamn much.

You smell like bacon.

And I'm a Muslim on Saturdays.

F***ing wrong with you, huh?

How you white and got a afro?

That ain't cool.

Damn, my head hurt!

Hey, there go Cleo.

There go Cleo.

Taxi.

There go my baby, right there.

Where she going?

Where to, honey?

Cleo!

Oh, hell, yeah.

There go that old

Snoop Dogg-looking motherf***er.

Real Deal,

they fitting to be real dead!

I'm coming for you, old man!

Hey, yo, Les, let them old

motherfuckers have it, man.

- I'm going for it.

- Go for it, n*gger.

Get them motherfuckers.

Hey, hey, hey.

Come on, now. You know

I'm the only who drive the Mothership, man.

Watch this sh*t with Lester

about to kill

on these motherfuckers.

That's how we live,

we do it like that.

Louis!

I'm back!

Gun!

Yeah!

Oh, sh*t! Motherfucking

Lester got f***ed up!

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