The Fighting Temptations Page #2

"Thou shalt not get caught."

- Now...

- Sir, you're making a big mistake.

I'm here for you.

I'm smart, I'm ambitious...

Have your things out of here

in half an hour.

I'm disappointed in you. I expected more

from a congressman's son.

- Darrin Hill?

- Yes.

You've been a tough one to track down.

This is for you.

What is it? A subpoena? A summons?

A ploy to distract me

while you repo my stuff?

Sure, those are fun, but no.

My aunt Sally died.

"We request your presence at the funeral

and reading of the will."

- The funeral's tomorrow.

- Ask your boss for time off.

You know you just cut a brother, right?

Hurts when you do that, man.

Sorry.

Come on, baby.

Make me happy. Cash advance.

Be a winner.

I thank you, Bank of Piscataway!

Kids ain't got no business

playin' a man's game.

Funny, that's the same thing someone

told me... two hours ago.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Can I get something to eat around here?

- Reed!

- Comin' right up.

Better make that to go.

- I need a taxi.

- Reed's only got two hands.

- Wait till he fixes your dinner.

- Right.

No signal.

Wait a minute.

You must be Darrin!

What's up?

- I'm Lucius, your welcome committee.

- How'd you know I was here?

Aunt Sally always bragged

she had a successful nephew.

Let me get your stuff, man. Come on.

Montecarlo used to be a one-horse town.

- Did the horse die?

- You'll see, you'll see.

We got everythin'

to offer that a big city does.

I'm happy to have

another player in town, man.

Reach over and pull this handle

from the inside.

- OK.

- Appreciate that.

So, you came by train.

I was tryin' to meet the bus.

I'm goin' to the Canaan Inn.

That's straight down this road,

about five minutes.

Yours won't open, mine won't stay shut.

But it opens.

Yes, it opens.

The next hour is brought to you

by Mitchell's Funeral Home,

where the caskets are so nice,

you'll wish you were dead.

Now the news. Like to give a shout out

to Darrin Hill, in town for Sally's funeral.

- Welcome home.

- That's news?

- Next, traffic.

- There is no traffic.

- There is no traffic.

- I could do this job.

- I wonder what the temperature is.

- The temperature is 85.

Boy, you got soft. This ain't nothin'

compared to July and August.

That's when you can fry an egg

on the sidewalk.

After this, I'm going back

to New York City,

with no eggs

frying on the sidewalk.

- Because it's cold?

- No, because it's civilisation.

There's too much urine on the sidewalk.

See? You don't know

what you're missin'.

The hotter it get, the less

the honeys start wearin'.

They gotta let that booty b...

Gotta let that booty breathe.

I know you got your Naomo Cambos

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