Talk To Me Page #5

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENING)

Something like that, boss?

Mr. Greene, you may have just

cost me my FCC license

and a whole lot more. Get out.

And you obviously can't handle

your new responsibility,

so you don't have it anymore.

Call Jim. He's back on

tomorrow. Same time.

What the f*** was that?

Motown is Hitsville, U.S.A.

This is a radio station,

Petey!

We can't afford

to have them angry with us!

"We"?

Did I miss something,

or didn't your ass

just get demoted?

But hey, like Malcolm say,

"When the master sick, house

niggas say, 'We's sick."'

Oh, you're a self-righteous

field nigga, huh?

You goddamn right!

Well, you just lost a job,

field nigga!

(DOOR SLAMMING)

PETEY:
Hey, man.

Hey, man!

At least I know who I am.

I'm Petey Greene, and

I'm gonna keep talking sh*t!

Yeah?

Yeah.

For all the sh*t you talk, you

still can't sink a nine ball.

NIGHTHAWK ON RADIO:

We're slowing it down tonight

on WOL.

This is The Hawk,

taking you into midnight.

The Love Hawk...

MAN 1:
How many times

I gotta tell you

the same thing, man?

MAN 2:
Oh, man!

MAN 1:
It's all about Motown,

baby. Motown!

That nigga this morning?

He was telling the truth!

Come on, man, Berry Gordy

ain't no pimp. Sh*t!

You see, the problem with

trying to be somebody y'all...

You telling me

a nigga in America,

with that much money...

Why not? You're ignorant.

Oh yeah? You're just

telling it like it is,

just like Petey Greene.

No, I'm telling you.

Why you think they snatched

him off the air so fast

if he wasn't telling

the truth?

C-O-N-spiracy.

See, you're right

about the con part.

That's why they took

his black ass off the air.

Berry Gordy is

a stand-up brother.

Don't nobody want to hear

some con talking mess about

somebody like Berry Gordy.

Right.

Come on.

I would rather listen

to a con than this

sucker-for-love-ass nigga.

Petey Greene was cool,

but that white boy

that was with him...

Oh, God!

(COUGHING)

You okay?

Yeah.

Guys, drinks are on me, okay?

See that, now,

I could get with that.

Thank you, my brother.

Thank you, my brother.

Yo, bartender.

Thank you.

Right on.

How much you leaving, man?

Hey, hey. Keep it coming.

Right on, Kevin.

(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)

You ready to shake up

the world, radio man?

Let me ask you something, man.

Why, huh?

Why should I put my ass

on the line for you?

Why should I give up

all this right here

and take a chance on you?

I guess I need you

to say the things

I'm afraid to say.

And you need me to

do the things

you're afraid to do.

Damn, that was deep.

Yeah. It was, wasn't it?

Yeah. It was good, man.

You should put that sh*t

on a greeting card.

Go on, chump. Rack them.

See if I can't

teach you something.

SUNNY:
Yeah.

Hey, Jim.

I just wanna apologize

about what happened

and welcome you back.

Come on, let's not fight.

We still gotta work together.

Fan mail.

That's great.

I'm gonna get some coffee.

You want some?

Come on, Jim.

Black. Two sugars.

Okay. Okay.

Dewey! Hey!

Is Jim in his office?

No, I just checked.

He's probably

in the men's room.

You go get him.

I'll stall in there for

a couple of minutes, okay?

I thought that kind of work

was beneath you.

Hey, doing this sh*t is

how I got thrown in the joint

in the first place.

Well, then this should feel

good. You're on in five!

Wake up, God damn it! Petey

Greene is back on the scene!

And this ain't Washington DC.

No, this is P-Town!

Did you miss me?

Well, I missed y'all, too.

Had to cut it

a little short yesterday.

Man, I don't know

who's worse, though...

Freda, help!

I'm locked in my office!

See, a negro get

a little money in his pocket,

and now we can't talk about it

no more? Shoot!

Look here, man...

Freda! Excuse me, I seem

to be locked in my office.

Could you give me

a hand, please?

... I'm on the air,

which may not be much longer,

so I'm gonna go on ahead

and get my money's worth.

(INAUDIBLE)

They're gonna have to take my

title, just like they did Ali.

And see, that's what

I'm talking about right there.

SONDERLING:
Freda!

A black man can

only say so much

in this so-called

free country,

till they break you down.

Well, guess what?

I'm telling it.

That's right, and I'm

gonna keep on telling it.

Some of it you're gonna like,

some of it you ain't.

If you got something to say,

give me a call.

If you disagree,

tell me like a man.

Dewey, have you

lost your mind?

Open this door right now!

Even if you're a woman.

Mr. Greene, sir,

you are trespassing!

I'm tired of hearing fools

complaining in barber chairs

and beauty shops.

Let your opinion out.

Come on and give me

a call at this station.

The number is 215-JK5-0199.

Somebody tell Freda

to call the cops.

That number again,

Dewey, this is outrageous.

Open the door!

And now, old Petey gonna play

a little non-Motown for you.

Dewey, open this door.

You're both in trouble.

Do you hear me?

You are in real trouble,

mister!

Come on.

Come out of there

right now.

I'm not kidding!

(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)

Dewey, you're not...

WOL.

Yeah. Yeah.

Putting you through.

Talk to me.

MAN 1:
Is this Petey Greene?

Sure is.

Petey, didn't I see you

last week down at the

strip club on 14th Street?

Oh, yeah, I was down there.

Wasn't to see no show.

But that don't mean I mind the

company of shake-dancers. No.

My girl, Vernell,

she used to be shake-dancer.

She has a bar down there now.

SONDERLING:
What do you think

you're trying to prove?

Yeah, I had to go

over there...

WOL.

...and we'll talk about this,

do you hear me?

That's right.

Putting you through now.

Look, don't touch!

Again.

Talk to me.

MAN 2:
Petey,

I agree with you, man.

All them record guys

are pimps, just like most

lawyers and politicians.

You give them all hell!

You know I will.

SONDERLING:
... do you hear me?

Come on. Dewey!

No, no, no, no. Put it

straight through on the board.

Line three. On the board.

Dewey?

Talk to me.

MAN 3:
What you think about

that kid being killed

by the pigs last week?

I'll tell you what I think.

Black folk life

ain't worth nothing.

One day, black folk ain't

gonna take that no more

and when that day happens...

Do you realize

what you've done?

Are you trying to ruin me?

Hot mike, man.

Oh, for crying out loud.

I'm sorry, sir,

it was the only way.

You just let this fellow

ruin your career.

You're finished, Dewey.

You're making a mistake, sir.

You can't see it, but I can.

If you throw us out,

we're gonna walk

straight over to WOOK.

Good! That will help

our ratings.

Gentlemen,

will you kindly escort

these men out of the building?

Sir? I've been trying

to call the police,

but all our lines

have been flooded.

What?

The operator can't handle

the volume, sir.

Are these listener calls?

FREDA:
I think so.

Wait a minute.

Good morning, WOL.

Yes, ma'am, he is,

but I'm afraid he's real busy

right now. You know,

we're getting a lot of calls.

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