Talk To Me Page #3

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...

Dewey Hughes is

in bed with the man!

There he is!

(ALL BOOING)

Dewey Hughes is a blushing...

Well, does he have blood?

I don't know.

Now, a righteous brother

tries to better himself,

make up for his mistakes...

ALL:
That's right!

... and WOL slams

the door right in his face.

Now, I ask you,

is that righteousness?

ALL:
No!

Ladies and gentlemen,

WOL would never turn

its back on our listeners.

Our goal is to speak for

and to unite the community,

not divide or hurt.

Did he say WOL speaks

for the community?

Why ain't they speaking

about that black boy

that got shot down

by them pigs the other day?

Yeah!

Yeah!

Do you know why?

'Cause if they did,

Mr. Giant Foods

may not give them any more

of that green stuff.

And as we know, money is

always the real truth!

ALL:
Petey! Petey!

Petey! Petey!

Petey! Petey! Petey! Petey!

Petey! Petey! Petey! Petey!

Petey! Petey! Petey! Petey!

Hell, no!

Petey! Petey! Petey! Petey!

Telephone!

Petey! Petey! Petey!

Let him know!

Petey! Petey! Petey! Petey!

(ALL CHEERING)

(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)

PETEY:
You're late.

Hey, you a little

out of your element

around here, ain't you,

Mister Tibbs?

Well, I thought you might be

more comfortable

in familiar surroundings.

Yeah, you right.

So, I wanna bring this little

show of yours to an end.

Well, that mean

you offering me a job?

No.

Well, then I'm afraid

the show must go on.

That's entertainment talk.

Listen, man,

since you're here,

wanna play a little game?

A little 9-Ball?

Sure.

Call it, sugar.

Heads. Please.

(COIN DROPS)

Tails.

Rack 'em, chump.

Please.

(CHUCKLING)

Wanna make it

a little interesting?

A little wager on it,

radio man?

You don't wanna just play?

Ain't really playing unless

you got something on the line.

What do you think? About

five hundred?

Rolling kind of heavy for

a man just out of the joint.

Oh, they got

a real nice savings plan.

Okay.

Uh-huh.

I see Mr. Blue Blazes

keeps you happy.

I do okay.

Now, this is just a side bet,

you understand.

Really?

What you say, Tibbs?

How about you play me

for a career?

One game, 9-Ball.

I win, you get me

a job down at that station.

And as you know,

I don't do windows.

And if you lose?

I leave you the f*** alone.

Well, then, let's play.

Well, all right.

I tell you what.

Here's another hundred

says you don't drop

a ball off the break.

(LAUGHS)

Mister Tibbs,

trying to talk a little sh*t!

I like your style, Tibbs!

Yeah, I'm gonna take some more

of your money.

VERNELL:
Get him!

I'm about to run this rack.

You're chalking up your cue a

little heavy there, ain't you?

I mean, that ain't

your cellmate's dick

you're holding.

(MAN LAUGHING)

Just for that, I'm gonna drop

the nine ball off the break.

Nigga, you couldn't drop your

drawers to f*** The Supremes

if all three of them was lying

butt-naked on this table.

What's the matter, big time?

You thinking

about all that money

lying in your lady's lap?

Is that why you're sweating?

Or maybe it's all that whiskey

you've been sucking on.

Or maybe you're sweating

'cause you know that even

if you give it your best shot,

you still might

leave 'em standing.

'Cause this ain't

Lorton anymore.

This is the real world.

And you ain't sh*t out here.

Are you through?

Knock 'em down, champ.

MAN:
All right.

Come on. Come on.

PETEY:
Baby.

MAN 1:
Yeah.

MAN 2:
There it go!

Damn!

Too bad, big time.

I had faith in you.

(CHATTERING)

One ball, corner.

Two ball, side pocket.

Three ball, corner.

See, negroes always think that

if you speak correct English,

or you wear clothes

other than clown suits,

that you're not real.

Four ball, side pocket.

And to you, what's real is

a nigga loud-mouthing, right?

Telling everybody

how bad he is while

he's looking for a handout.

Five.

But you give him a chance

to take what's his,

and he can't sink

one single ball.

Six.

Lucky seven!

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

Now, you were so busy

running your mouth,

you never really asked

yourself why I chose

a pool hall to meet.

'Cause this uppity nigga

could never have grown up

in these projects,

or made his way through school

hustling dumbass niggas

who thought he wasn't down.

They call me Mr. Hughes.

Grew up

in the Anacostia projects.

This con climbed the tower

in the yard back in Lorton.

He up there, man,

he's talking real...

You know, unflattering

about the warden's dick.

Nobody could talk

this cat down.

So they call Petey Greene,

man,

I talked this cat down

in five minutes, man.

Let's just say the warden was

very, very grateful.

Five minutes, huh?

Mmm-hmm.

But what the warden don't know

is it took me six months

to talk that crazy nigga

up there in the first place!

Let me ask you something.

Why?

Why you want to be on

the radio so bad that you're

gonna go through all this?

Oh, man, it's what I do, man.

It's my thing, you know?

I started off making

them daily announcements

back at Lorton

as part of the work program,

you know?

A reward for good behavior.

Couple years later,

I convinced them

to let me play this record

that my Aunt Pig had sent me,

a Sam Cooke record, man,

A Change Is Gonna Come.

That's an incredible song.

She sent me that record,

you know, to try and give me

a little hope,

and I wanted to play it

for the men in them cells,

you know, give them some hope.

And I'm telling you, man,

it's the only thing that kept

me from going stone-crazy

behind them walls, man.

And now that I'm out,

I still need that.

Why should I put

my ass on the line

to give you a shot, Petey?

Nigga...

'Cause Petey Greene is

the real deal, Jack!

Sh*t! I swear to God,

I mean, he is the sho'nuff,

I mean, pimp...

Sorry.

It's okay.

See, what this pretty lady

is trying to tell you is that,

man, being a DJ, that's

the only thing I'm good at

that don't involve me

breaking no law.

And sh*t, since you here

sharing a drink,

I'm gonna assume

that you need a man

of my particular talents.

Three rules.

One,

always know

more than your audience.

Two, you talk sh*t,

you back it up.

And three, don't you ever,

never, ever,

underestimate me again.

What are you talking about,

man?

I'm gonna give you

one more chance

to knock in that nine ball.

Tomorrow morning, 9:00 a.m.,

WOL, Studio One. Be on time.

Be sober.

And definitely

be by yourself.

(STAMMERING)

You my kind of nigga, Hughes!

You my kind of motherf***er,

Hughes!

We love you!

We love you!

Oh my God!

(EXCLAIMING)

We need to make

a personnel change.

Really? Who?

Sunny Jim.

You're not serious.

Sir, morning shows

are becoming more than

just a leisurely stroll.

We have to compete here.

WOOK is killing us

in the morning.

But Sunny Jim is a DC icon!

Everyone loves Sunny Jim.

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