Talk To Me Page #2

You jiving!

No.

Look here, Petey.

Now, you know I been

with you ten years, right?

Hell, nine of them

you was in jail.

So you know how

I feel about you.

But I didn't get all foxy,

nails done, new dress

to hear you talking

about you can't move.

Now, I know you're scared.

Okay?

Every man is scared.

But baby, I'm standing here

in a girdle

and some tight-ass shoes,

and I wanna meet me

some Nighthawk!

So you best to get your legs

to moving and get in there

and get your job.

What if I ain't good enough?

Hell! Every man I know

ain't good enough, Petey!

But even with all your sh*t,

you the only one who is.

Now, come on! Look at you!

You the man with the pants!

Yeah.

The sh*t-talking,

pimp-walking, good-loving man.

Oh, that's right.

The mack that's the head

of the Cool Cat Clan!

Give me some!

Preach on.

And you'll be damned if you

take sh*t from any black,

yellow, green or white man.

Amen!

Hallelujah!

Baby, did I tell you

how good you look?

I know!

(GASPS)

Good afternoon, good people.

There he is.

You wanted to meet him, go on.

I can't move my legs.

Hello, DC, this is Sunny Jim,

coming back at you.

Well, it's about time

for me to go,

but don't forget to come

to the country fair tomorrow.

I know I'd love me some cotton

candy. How about you, Widget?

(HONKS)

"Oh yeah, I love it,

I love it.

It's sweet, it's fluffy,

"and it's oh-so-satisfying!"

I'm gonna leave you

with the sunny, sweet,

cotton-candy sounds

of The Supremes.

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

Have no fear,

The Hawk is here.

You're late.

Oh, I'm never late. The Hawk

is always right on time.

Just hurry on up

and get in there.

What you got?

Better tell these women

to stop calling here for you.

I'm not your social secretary.

Jamming up my phones!

One heifer sent her panties!

Don't blame me.

It's the voice.

In the last six months,

we've seen our numbers rise

with our core audience.

Nighthawk's show,

as you can see,

is winning in its time slot.

But we need to take

another serious look

at our programming.

We need to inject some new

ideas, some new blood, some...

Oh, hell, no.

You all right, Dewey?

Yes, sir.

Anyway, the morning show...

May I help you?

Yeah, sweetness.

Tell your boss that Petey

Greene's on the scene.

May I ask

what this is pertaining to?

I don't know what

it's pertaining. Just tell him

it's about my job.

Go on, get on the horn, sugar.

ON RADIO:

This is the Nighthawk,

(WHOOPING)

Taking you all the way

to the midnight hour.

That's my song!

(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)

FREDA:
Excuse me, sir.

I'm sorry to interrupt you,

but there's a Petey Greene

who wants to tell you he's

"on the scene."

PETEY:
Come on

with your bad self!

Sir?

...a five-dollar bill

right there.

What in blue blazes

is going on out here?

Did this nigga just say

"blue blazes"?

(LAUGHING) He did!

Who are these people?

Hold it, now. Hold it, man.

We got an appointment,

all right?

Go on, get your boss, sugar.

That is my boss.

No, not Blue Blazes.

I'm talking about the skinny,

righteous nigga.

Young man, there is

one boss here, I am he,

and we don't use that term.

Hey!

Well, right the f*** on, man!

Where you been hiding?

Come on, tell your boss

here about my job.

What?

SONDERLING:
What?

Tell your boss that

I'm your new DJ, man.

Did you promise

this fellow a job?

No sir.

I didn't promise him anything.

Now, you is about

a lying motherf***er.

You promised me a job as

soon as I got out the joint.

Well surprise, I'm out.

You owe me.

Oh my God, he's a convict.

Ex-convict!

I prefer "miscreant."

Freda, call the police.

Now, you ain't calling

a motherf***er!

You know how much bullshit I

had to run to get out of jail?

I ain't never going

back there, man.

Now, you promised me a job,

and I'm here to work

in this funky joint.

And ain't no way

in blue blazes I'm leaving

till I get what's mine.

Right on!

So figure it out.

That's right.

(WHISPERING) Sir,

would you excuse us

for one moment please?

Would you like

to come with me?

Yeah. Talk to me. Sh*t.

(VERNELL EXCLAIMS)

This is my song!

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

Girl, you can't feel that?

What y'all trying

to do to me and sh*t?

Get your goddamn hands

off of me!

Have you lost your mind?

Are you trying

to get me fired?

Man, I'm trying

to get me a job!

Look, I admire

your determination, okay?

But you do not walk in here

and talk to Mr. E.G.

Sonderling like that!

And where the hell

did you get the idea

you'd be a disc jockey?

From you, brother.

(LAUGHING) What?

I never said that.

I said, "Look me up." Okay?

And even if I could

get you a job,

it would be as a janitor,

or a window cleaner, maybe.

Oh, I don't do windows,

Jack.

I guess that kind of work

is beneath a convict

of your pedigree, huh?

You know what, man? F*** you.

I thought you was real.

You ain't nothing but another

white boy with a tan.

See, a cat come out

of Hard Time, U.S.A. Looking

to turn his life around...

Sh*t, I expect

to get rejected by whitey!

So because I'm black,

I'm supposed to ignore

the fact that your only

experience has been in jail

and hire you as a DJ?

You goddamn right.

You sound

just like my brother.

Nigga, I ain't him.

I'm out here trying

to get what's mine.

His ass is back there

in Lorton, cooling his heels.

But you know what?

That's all right.

You Sidney Poitier-ass nigga,

I'm gonna get what's mine.

And when I do, I'm coming

right back here and shove it

in your f***ing face!

Sellout!

(HUMMING)

Vernell. Come on, baby,

we're splitting.

All right, baby.

Come on.

All right!

Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait!

One second. Wait.

I'll be right back!

Wait for me, okay, sugar?

That Formica?

Hey, you're...

No, you can't go in there.

(MO ANING ON RADIO)

(KISSING)

You make me so hot.

(GIGGLING)

Bye-bye! Thank you!

It was so lovely meeting

all of y'all.

Bring your ass on!

Shut the f*** up!

I'm coming, God damn it!

Blue Blazes, you so cute!

I'm gonna take this

off your hands, girl.

Power to the people!

(CHUCKLING)

PETEY:
Vernell!

Shut up! Sh*t!

I told your ass I was coming

up here to see the Nighthawk!

Thanks.

You're welcome, brother.

Hello, brother.

Democratic freedom, brother.

First Amendment, baby.

God bless you.

Go straight to hell!

Go straight to hell!

WOL! WOL!

WOL! WOL!

Go straight to hell!

Go straight to hell!

You're embarrassing

yourselves.

ALL:
WOL!

You're embarrassing...

You're embarrassing

yourselves!

Go straight to hell!

WOL!

WOL!

Go straight to hell!

Go straight to hell!

WOL!

WOL!

PETEY ON LOUDSPEAKER:

Dewey Hughes is in bed

with the man!

CROWD:
Dewey Hughes is

in bed with the man!

Dewey Hughes is

in bed with the man!

Dewey Hughes is

in bed with the man!

Dewey Hughes is

in bed with the man!

Dewey Hughes is

in bed with the man!

Dewey Hughes is

in bed with the man!

Dewey Hughes is

in bed with the man!

Dewey Hughes is

in bed with the man!

Dewey Hughes is

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