Talk To Me Page #6

Yes ma'am, I will,

and thank you.

Keep listening.

DEWEY:
Morning music

and a talk show,

with a man of the people.

Because WOL is

a station of the people,

for the people,

by the people.

I'm the people.

He'll be a hit, sir.

I promise you that.

All right, thank you all.

Everything's fine here.

Let's all get back to work.

Thank you again.

The next time you decide

to make a personnel change,

at least put it in a memo.

Hold it. You can't give

this thug a job.

Man, I got your thug

right here. Ten inches.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

Be cool, Jim.

What?

We'll talk. We'll talk, okay?

I want him on a short leash.

A very short leash.

And I want a morals clause

in your contract.

Fine, man, whatever.

I'll sign it.

Just let me get back

to work, okay?

Jim, wait up.

Can I get back to work?

All right. But you watch

your language.

All right!

And you keep an eye on him.

Thank you, sir.

All right,

let's get busy here.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

I love that song!

Reminds me of summertime

on the beach

trying to get some foxy coed

to rub some lotion on me.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Well, in case you been

asleep at the wheel,

this is Petey Greene.

Hello, caller,

what's your name?

And you ain't in Washington,

DC no more, Dorothy.

No, this is P-Town.

All right, Tom, please hold.

Hello, caller,

what's your name?

WOL-AM.

Hello, James.

(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)

My granny,

I call her Aunt Pig,

Aunt Pig say, "Petey,

why you always in jail?"

I tell her I don't know.

"I don't know, Aunt Pig."

Then one day

I read my indictment papers,

they say,

"Ralph Waldo Greene versus

the United States of America. "

I said, "Damn! No wonder

I ain't been winning!"

He's talking about...

And I don't care

what nobody say, ain't nothing

like a black woman.

Now, that ain't to say

I ain't dabbled before.

I mean, I dabbled, man,

I'm a good old dabbler.

But give me a sister

with big hips,

big legs and a big old 'fro,

and you ain't got to worry

about me no more.

NIGHTHAWK:
Hey, hey, hey!

Fan mail.

How many for The Hawk?

Three?

Sorry.

Gave you one of Petey's.

Y'all listen everyday, huh?

Ain't you, now!

Check it out.

Yeah.

Talk to me, Petey! Talk to me!

Talk to me!

Want me to talk to you?

I'll talk to you.

(SCREAMS)

God damn it!

Oh, baby.

Let me explain.

I'm listening.

Girl, put the bottle down

and let me talk to you.

Go on, Petey. I'm listening.

"Talk to me, Petey.

Talk to me, baby."

Ain't what the b*tch said?

You tell this b*tch how I was

the only one to give your

sorry ass a place to stay

when you had nowhere else

to go. Tell this b*tch!

She took me in.

I cleaned your clothes,

and I cooked your food,

motherf***er!

Oh, sh*t. Okay! Okay!

Vernell, please. Baby,

listen, now. Don't do this.

You don't wanna

do this here. Hold on.

Listen, I'm sorry.

I f***ed up.

Yeah, you f***ed up.

I did. I f***ed up.

I know it, baby. I know it.

And I ain't trying to make

no excuses for it. But you

don't wanna do this here.

Vernell. Come on, baby,

put the bottle down.

(SOBBING)

Get out.

Nigga, didn't you hear?

I said get out!

This is my joint.

I don't give a f***, Petey!

Get out!

Let me put some drawers

on or something.

Get the f*** out!

Don't make me say it again,

nigga. I swear to God,

I don't wanna get more upset

than I already am

with this bottle

and get jumpy

and cut your dick off.

You'll be sounding like

Frankie Lyman on the radio.

Get the f*** out!

All right.

Get out.

I'm leaving.

Vernell! Baby...

(KNOCKING)

Help a nigga out, now.

Come on.

Come on, man.

You gotta be shitting me.

Look at me, man!

I don't want to look at you!

I wanna get this image

out of my head.

Dewey, Dewey, Dewey, listen.

Now, Vernell kicked me out

the house. Caught me f***ing

some other broad, man.

I ain't got

nowhere else to go.

You should have thought

about that before you let

your snake out the cage.

Listen, man,

my snake's been incarcerated!

I've been jacking off

to girlie magazines

for nine damn years.

Come on, you telling me

you gonna pass up

some fine-ass woman

just throw her p*ssy

all up on your face?

Hey, Dave.

Hey, Dave!

Get in here. Come on.

Just helping out...

My motherfucking deuce!

Susan, this is Petey Greene.

His girlfriend kicked him out,

so we gotta...

I'll leave you two alone.

No, no, no, no, baby.

No, no, there's no need

for that. You... Just...

Is this what you mean

by taking your work home

with you?

Being married to your career?

Listen, listen...

I should have known.

Come on, help me out here.

No, no, no, no, no... Hey!

Damn!

Man, ain't that a b*tch?

Women, man. I'm telling you.

PETEY:
(SINGING)

I've been loving you...

too long, Vernell

to stop now

You are...

(WHISPERING)

Shut the hell up, man.

Put that on!

I'm sorry, Dewey.

I f***ed up, man.

Oh, sh*t.

I f***ed up, didn't I?

Sh*t. Just...

Just give her a chance

to cool off, man,

and then you'll talk, okay?

(SOBBING) She don't wanna

talk to me. She mad at me.

She loves you.

She loves you, okay?

Yeah.

Okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

You're a good friend, Dewey.

Okay.

You're a good friend. Yeah.

Yeah, it's... Okay, man.

Thank you, man.

Okay! Okay! Okay. Come on.

Okay.

Get some sleep.

Get some sleep.

I'll talk to you

in the morning, Dewey.

Tomorrow.

Okay.

In the morning, man.

Crazy little...

(CLATTERING)

Sh*t.

Oh, man.

I appreciate, you know,

you letting me stay at

your place again, bro, but...

Come on, man.

Good night, sir.

Gonna have to give me

some more threads. I can't...

I'm not giving you

any more of my clothes.

Man...

Good night, Mike.

Good night.

Good night, Jim.

Good night.

"Night, Jim.

"Have a nice weekend."

I don't talk like that.

Yeah, you talk

exactly like that.

And you walk like

you got a stick broke off

in your ass, man.

I walk with confidence,

like Johnny Carson.

You could learn something

from him. Good night...

Those are my gators, man.

This all my...

Is she still here?

Now we're even.

Oh, no, she didn't.

Hold on. Hold on.

No, she...

You don't understand.

Calm down, Petey.

Move, Dewey, move!

Calm down.

You enjoy yourself, nigga?

Don't blame me.

It's the voice.

Oh, is it?

Oh, f***. Okay,

hold on, now, let me...

(MEN SHOUTING)

PETEY:
Mr. Sonderling!

Mr. Sonderling,

he tried to kill me!

He tried to kill me.

I'm gonna need you

on the air, right away.

What is it?

PETEY ON RADIO:

Once again, this just in.

Oh, man...

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.,

winner of

the Nobel Peace Prize

and chief orchestrator

of the Civil Rights Movement,

was shot and killed

by an assassin's bullet

outside a Memphis motel

this evening.

They got him, y'all.

They got him.

Only 39 years old,

Dr. King leaves behind

his wife, Coretta, and...

I'm sorry, y'all.

I'm just tired of this.

I don't know

if I'm more sad or angry.

I'm tired of them

taking our leaders!

I know you are, too.

This is WOL, 1450 AM.

They're burning down DC.

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