Talk To Me Page #3

Hello, DC, this is Sunny Jim,

coming back at you.

Well, it's about time

for me to go,

but don't forget to come

to the country fair tomorrow.

I know I'd love me some cotton

candy. How about you, Widget?

(HONKS)

"Oh yeah, I love it,

I love it.

It's sweet, it's fluffy,

"and it's oh-so-satisfying!"

I'm gonna leave you

with the sunny, sweet,

cotton-candy sounds

of The Supremes.

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

Have no fear,

The Hawk is here.

You're late.

Oh, I'm never late. The Hawk

is always right on time.

Just hurry on up

and get in there.

What you got?

Better tell these women

to stop calling here for you.

I'm not your social secretary.

Jamming up my phones!

One heifer sent her panties!

Don't blame me.

It's the voice.

In the last six months,

we've seen our numbers rise

with our core audience.

Nighthawk's show,

as you can see,

is winning in its time slot.

But we need to take

another serious look

at our programming.

We need to inject some new

ideas, some new blood, some...

Oh, hell, no.

You all right, Dewey?

Yes, sir.

Anyway, the morning show...

May I help you?

Yeah, sweetness.

Tell your boss that Petey

Greene's on the scene.

May I ask

what this is pertaining to?

I don't know what

it's pertaining. Just tell him

it's about my job.

Go on, get on the horn, sugar.

ON RADIO:

This is the Nighthawk,

(WHOOPING)

Taking you all the way

to the midnight hour.

That's my song!

(FUNK MUSIC PLAYING)

FREDA:
Excuse me, sir.

I'm sorry to interrupt you,

but there's a Petey Greene

who wants to tell you he's

"on the scene."

PETEY:
Come on

with your bad self!

Sir?

...a five-dollar bill

right there.

What in blue blazes

is going on out here?

Did this nigga just say

"blue blazes"?

(LAUGHING) He did!

Who are these people?

Hold it, now. Hold it, man.

We got an appointment,

all right?

Go on, get your boss, sugar.

That is my boss.

No, not Blue Blazes.

I'm talking about the skinny,

righteous nigga.

Young man, there is

one boss here, I am he,

and we don't use that term.

Hey!

Well, right the f*** on, man!

Where you been hiding?

Come on, tell your boss

here about my job.

What?

SONDERLING:
What?

Tell your boss that

I'm your new DJ, man.

Did you promise

this fellow a job?

No sir.

I didn't promise him anything.

Now, you is about

a lying motherf***er.

You promised me a job as

soon as I got out the joint.

Well surprise, I'm out.

You owe me.

Oh my God, he's a convict.

Ex-convict!

I prefer "miscreant."

Freda, call the police.

Now, you ain't calling

a motherf***er!

You know how much bullshit I

had to run to get out of jail?

I ain't never going

back there, man.

Now, you promised me a job,

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