Soul Men Page #8

God damn!

I'm out of this motherf***er...

- What about Lester, man?

- F*** Lester.

Yeah, f*** Lester!

You don't even know Lester, man.

Why you run over me, man!

You old dirty bastard!

Old Jim Brown, Fred Williamson,

two-the-hard-way motherfuckers!

I'll kill you, I swear...

Aah! Sh*t!

Let me kill you one time at least, man!

You done f***ed up the Mothership.

I ought to stab you in your throat.

F*** you! Aah!

You hear that?

Shoot that motherf***er, Louis.

Get your hands up!

I can't, n*gger. My arm's in a brace.

Drop the weapon now!

Come on!

This is my first time ever being in here.

Quiet, please.

This filthy-ass motherfucking place,

man, got me itching.

Yo, turnkey!

Come on and let me out

of this motherf***er!

You might want to wrap

your mind around the fact

that we're gonna miss that show.

F*** you talking about, man?

We gotta be in New York

tomorrow night.

Uh-uh. Not me.

I've had enough. I'm done.

What, you're walking

out on me, Louis?

Look, Floyd,

I was doing just fine

before you showed up at my door.

That's the thanks I get

for pulling you out

of that f***ing rat hole.

You was just sitting up in there,

just sitting there waiting to die.

Negro, please.

You ain't no different from me,

Especially since your nephew

put your senile ass out to pasture

and stole your business.

F*** you, Louis.

Crawl back under that damn rock

you've been living.

I don't need you.

I'll do this sh*t by my damn self.

Yo! Turnkey!

Come on and let me

out of this motherf***er.

I've had enough, man.

I want my lawyer.

Relax, relax.

You ain't gonna need no lawyer.

Witnesses say

your story checks out,

so you, sir, are good to go.

Yeah.

Whoa. Hold on there, Chuck Berry.

You're gonna need a lawyer.

Seems crossing state lines

is in violation of his parole,

Not to mention

possession of firearms

and driving without a license.

No license?

Step back for a minute.

I hope your ass rot up in here,

you criminal-bound

motherf***er, you.

As Lao-Tzu says,

"Let things flow forward as they may. "

And I'm gonna let it flow, too, baby.

And I got some Blackanese

philosophical sh*t for your ass, pal.

You get by, Lou,

but you don't get away.

You sit in sh*t,

you start to smell like it,

so check the crack of your ass.

Here's something else for you.

Here go her number.

Call her... Daddy.

F*** him, man!

Let's get on

out of this motherf***er.

He ain't worth

two damn flies smashed.

N*gger.

Hmph!

Hey. Yo!

Can I make a phone call?

You walking out on me, Louis?

I've had enough. I'm done.

You all right, man?

Um, yeah, yeah. I'm all right.

You're not all right.

You can't hardly breathe.

You need a chest X-ray.

I ain't trying to make no comeback.

I'm gone, and I want to stay gone.

That's the thanks I get

for pulling you out of that rat hole,

just sitting there waiting to die...

sitting there waiting to die...

- die, die...

- It's too late.

Is there a doctor in the house?

Keep it short.

- Hey...

- Hello.

It's Cleo. Please leave a message.

Cleo... um, this is, uh, Louis.

Louis Hinds.

Your father.

Wow, um,

feels funny saying that.

I've, um, I've never said it before.

Um...

Listen.

I didn't mean what I said.

I was...

Odetta was the love of my life.

The worst thing

that ever happened to me

was losing her and you.

But you turned out great.

She did a wonderful job with you.

You know your mother

was an amazing woman.

And I just want you to know

I'm really, really glad I met you.

And I wish I...

Yo.

All right.

What the f*** do you

think you're doing?

Hmm?

Busting your ass out of jail.

What the f*** does it

look like I'm doing?

Back up, Red. Get your keys out.

Open that cell, okay?

Deputy, don't listen to him.

He will not shoot you.

Not on purpose anyway.

Don't let him get you f***ed up, Red.

I'll kill you disco-dead.

Now open that doggone cell, man.

Stop shaking. If you shake,

I'm gonna start shaking.

Next thing you know, kapow!

Go on in.

Now hand him the keys.

Hand them to him.

- Okay?

- Floyd.

You sure you want to do this?

Does everything gotta be

a f***ing argument with you?

God damn! Come on out of there!

Close the door, Lou. Lock it up.

I'm a hostage.

You're gonna be a dead hostage

if you don't shut the f*** up.

Now look here, Red.

I like you, almost.

You call anybody outside

your mama, kapow.

Okay?

Let's get out of here.

Anybody following us, man?

Not yet.

But you can bet your ass they will be.

Lou, we gotta dump

the Mothership, man.

We gotta dump it.

You'd abandon the Mothership?

We're fugitives from the law.

We gotta start thinking like it.

We're not fugitives, O.J.

You're a fugitive. I'm a hostage.

That's my story,

and I'm sticking to it.

Wait, wait, wait.

Hold, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold.

Look at that right there, man.

Ain't that Lester's car?

Motherfuckers.

We're hungry, man. Come up with some

baked chicken or something.

They're at it again.

Oh, sh*t! Lester's car!

- You hear that?

- What?

That.

Oh, my God!

Oh, God, no! Oh, God...

Mr. Hinds. Mr. Henderson.

It's so good to see you.

Oh, my God.

Oh, it was so hot in there.

You have no idea.

If there's anything

I can get you,

like a latte, I'm here for you guys.

But first I really have to pee,

so I'm just gonna hop on out.

If you could give me

a hand out of here.

I've been locked in there,

and they've had the woofers going all day.

Oh, my God.

I just have to pee real bad,

so if you don't mind.

It's so good to see you.

Oh, Mr. Hinds...

Ahh...

The body of Marcus Hooks

arrived at Kennedy Airport

earlier this morning,

and in a processional befitting a king,

will make its way

to the Apollo Theatre,

where it will lie in state...

I'm watching it right now.

...appropriately enough,

in a piano-shaped coffin

for the thousands

of mourners gathered

to pay tribute

to the beloved soul pioneer.

Meanwhile, in related news,

authorities continue the search

for Floyd Henderson and Louis Hinds,

following a daring jailbreak

early this morning.

The two backup singers

were on their way

to New York City

to peform at tonight's tribute

honoring their one-time partner.

F***ing A!

Local economy is getting

a big boost from...

Yeah. No, no. L... I understand.

Uh, that's my other line.

I'll call you back. This is Danny.

Hello, Mr. Epstein.

Phillip Newman.

I broke your stapler last week.

- Are you kidding me?

- Hello?

Where the hell are you?

Listen, I called

because I just wanted to let you know

that everything's cool,

and we're still on target.

We?

You're with Henderson and Hinds?

Yes, sir.

They say "motherf***er" a lot,

but they're really good guys.

All right, well, good.

You can give them this message.

The network just called,

and they're off the show.

But they can't do that!

Oh, really? It's VH1.

Have you seen Flava of Love?

They can pretty much do

whatever they want.

And another thing, you're fired.

Motherf***er! What the f***?

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