Soul Men Page #3

Kind of person don't want to get no calls.

You don't even know

why I came down

to this old f***ed-up-the-ass

neighborhood.

I talked to little Ep.

I know why you're here.

And the answer is no.

Did he tell you we're at the Apollo

and they sold out?

Did he also tell you

who gonna be there?

Booker T. Jones. Isaac Hayes.

Bootsy Collins.

Shakira.

I don't care.

Do it for Marcus.

F*** Marcus.

Well, do it for me.

- F*** you!

- Come on, man.

- This is our shot.

- At what?

At a comeback, fool.

If we do this sh*t right,

we can get a record deal

and get back on the road

like we was 30 years ago.

I ain't trying to be like 30 years ago!

I ain't trying to make no comeback.

I'm gone, and I want to stay gone.

Don't make me beg you, man.

Lao-Tzu says, "Free from desire,

"you realize the mystery.

"Caught in desire,

you see only the manifestations. "

What the f***

that even mean, man?

That means...

get the f*** out.

Well, I guess you don't give a f***

about the money, then, huh?

What money? It's a funeral!

Nobody get paid to sing

at no damn funeral!

How much?

40 grand.

Apiece?

No, down the middle.

No, no, no, no, no,

No, no, no, no!

That ain't even enough.

What the f*** you mean

that's not enough, man?

I got a lifestyle to maintain here.

What kind of lifestyle, man,

you filthy motherf***er?

You got a pantry full of dog food.

I don't see no dog.

Dog under the bed,

n*gger! You lucky

he ain't attacked your ass

when you came in.

You're the dog, motherf***er!

Look, man, what happened to all

that f***ing money you done saved, man?

Saved? Sh*t.

I don't remember sh*t from Watergate

to when the space shuttle blew up.

Hmm. Money I saved.

Okay, what about the royalties?

I used to get

over $30,000 a year off that sh*t.

I lost my royalties in a poker game.

All right?

- Poker?

- Listen here, man.

If you serious about un-assing me

from my lavish surroundings here,

man, you gonna have to be

a little more flexible

in your thinking. Say, oh...

60/40.

Man, you must be higher

than a motherf***er.

We always split sh*t

straight down the middle.

Ain't gonna be nothing to split

if I don't show up, now, is there?

And I ain't showing up

unless I get 60/% of the proceeds.

You rich anyway, motherf***er.

I seen your little car wash

commercials on the TV.

I transferred all my business affairs

over to my nephew.

- I'm on a fixed income, man.

- So what?

So your drawers!

That's why that 20 damn

thousand dollars

- look good to me right now.

- 16!

That's your cut of a 60/40 split.

And those are my terms.

And they're non-negotiable.

55/45.

Fatherfuck you, man.

You're gonna tell me 60/40.

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