I'm Gonna Git You Sucka

What do you say, Charlie? Good evening, lieutenant.

So, what do you got for me? John Doe.

Between 25 and 30 years of age.

Cause of death looks like O.G.

- "Over gold." - Yeah.

Any signs of foul play around here?

No, sir. Looks like a case of just too many gold chains.

Jesus Christ!

This guy looks like a fucking statue.

I wonder how he went to the bathroom with all this stuff on.

Oh, boy.

All right, Charlie.

Why don't we just wrap it up?

All right, wrap it up.

- Friends. - Yes?

I was thinking as we drove up here in those long Cadillac's...

- Mm-hmm. - How serious this is.

- Yes, it is. - Death is serious.

Yes, it is.

You got to prepare to die.

Yes, yes.

This boy here loved gold. We stripped him of all that gold.

- That's why we got this beautiful sermon today. - Yes, sir.

- He was prepared to die! - Prepared!

Lord,

We ask you to look down on this young soul known on Earth...

as Junebug Spade.

Junebug Spade? Ain't this Lester Wilson's funeral?

No, ma'am. Lester Wilson was at 9:00.

Oh, hell! Come on, let's get out of here.

Hold on one second. No, no. Hold on.

- Can I get an amen? - Don't even know him.

- Get out of my way! - Praise the saints?

Can I get an amen? Can I get an amen?

Put that down.

You know Junebug Spade?

- Yes, we do. - Yes, I'm his mother.

He was my husband.

Mama, I just can't believe that Junebug didn't have any friends.

Did you notice that not one person stayed when they found out it was Junebug?

- Now, baby, you know the boy wasn't shit. - Mama!

Don't get me wrong. He was my son, and I loved him.

But when he got hooked on that gold, he changed.

I bet he owed everybody he ever knew money.

Mama, Junebug may have been a little crooked,

But I'm sure that somebody besides us loved him too.

I don't know.

Maybe that's Jack.

- Yes? - Good afternoon, miss lady ma'am.

May we come in?

Y'all ain't selling NoWay products, are you?

No! We friends with Junebug.

They're friends of Junebug's, mama.

Come right in.

I'm Cheryl, Junebug's widow,

And this is Mrs. Bell Spade, Junebug's mother.

Hmm. What's up?

I'm Willie. This here's Leonard.

- And we come here... - What you tell them our real name for?

Are you stupid?

- No, they told us their real names, so... - Who's in charge?

- You are. - Who?

You in charge.

Then shut the fuck up.

- You all mind telling me what you want? - Certainly.

- Junebug used to work for me. - Used to work for us.

- I work for Mr. Big. - We work for Mr. Big.

It just so happens that Junebug died...

- Owing Mr. Big $5,000. - Five thousand...

- We here to collect. - Five thousand dollars?

We don't have that kind of money.

No shit.

"No shit"!

They don't have that kind of money!

Get off me!

I could look at these plastic slipcovers, the slipcovers.

The stupid painted-on walls, look at this stupid painted...

And tell that type of money ain't around here.

You see the dude that painted those walls? They got doo-doo paint!

It's all bullshit. Look at these white pillows. Look at these stupid magazines.

Look, they got oranges and shit!

I'm sorry.

But I do see somethin'.

Somethin' that's gonna be worth at least... mmm...

ten times that amount of money to Mr. Big.

Well, what is it? What do you want?

- You. - Mama!

Don't you touch...

Ooh!

Good. If she moves, hit her again.

- Looks like mama gonna have to teach you some manners. - Okay, come on, mama.

You don't ever come in my house...

Acting like no fool, fool!

Now, clean up that mess you made.

You, put those pillows back on the couch where you found 'em.

That's right. Pick all that shit up!

All of it! And puff these pillows up too, man.

You stupid... come here!

Come here! Why you gonna go mess the nice lady's house up for, man?

I only did it... you told me when we came in to beat her up and mess up her house!

- I didn't tell you shit like that, man! - Yes, you did!

Now, mister, you and your friend got a choice.

You can either go out that window or take the stairs.

Okay. We gonna take the stairs. Yeah, we'll take...

Yeah, we'll take the stairs.

Oh! Ow! Get your pants outta my face!

Oh! Get off me, man. Get off me!

- Ma! - Jack!

- Mama! - Oh, Lord, my baby's home at last!

Mama!

My baby's home! Come on in.

Ma, you okay? Oh, yes, just some bill collectors. Cheryl.

Come look who's here.

Oh, honey, you look so good in this uniform. All them medals!

You remember Cheryl, don't you?

Hello, Jack.

Hi, Cheryl.

Been a long time, huh?

Yeah, it has been a long time.

Honey, why don't you go put your things in the room and have something to eat?

- Cheryl made a fine dinner. - Mama, that sounds like a good idea.

And Jack, baby, Mama wants you to know...

I kept your room just the way you left it ten years ago.

Oh, ma.

My baby's home.

Right here.

Smells good. It is good.

Mama, I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the funeral.

I got here as soon as I could.

I know, baby. Just glad you're here now.

Mama, exactly how did Junebug die?

He...

Mama...

She's really taking this pretty hard.

You know how your mother is, Jack.

Is somebody gonna tell me what's going on?

Jack, not too long after you left,

Junebug started hanging out with a bad crowd.

I mean, he even started selling drugs, Jack.

And then things really got bad when he...

Well, what?

Cheryl, come on.

He started wearing gold chains, Jack.

Oh, God, no!

It started out as just one or two.

It seemed like every time he'd get some money, he'd buy more gold chains.

He was wearing hundreds of them, Jack. Hundreds.

Not gold. Yes, Jack.

Gold chains and medallions and rings...

And even his teeth.

You can't imagine what it was like to kiss him.

He took a picture just before he died.

We put it on the mantle.

Junebug!

How did he go to the bathroom with all this stuff on?

Okay.

All right, who are these people Junebug was hanging out with?

Well,

He worked for a man named Mr. Big.

He rules the crime world here.

- Those men that your mother threw down the stairs? - They work for Mr. Big too.

They came in here saying that Junebug owed 'em all kinds of money, crazy money.

And I really think that they're the ones who killed him.

Well, don't you worry about a thing.

Jack Spade is here, and I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.

Oh.

I better go check on mama.

- Where is the girl? - We almost had the girl, Mr. Big.

Yeah, we almost. She's beautiful.

She's gonna be worth far more than the money Junebug owes.

She'll be worth maybe 10 or 20 times. Far more than money.

Anyway, she's got a real soft juicy fruit butt.

But the only problem was that this old lady,

She punched me in the stomach real hard!

Then she started crying and screaming and stuff, right?

And a dude came in, this big dude.

- I think it's her son or something. - What dude?

- The soldier dude. - I didn't see him.

The dude. The fucking dude that came in!

- Then he started... He hit me from behind. - He hit you?

- And I went down. - Oh, you mean the soldier dude!

- Yeah, the soldier dude. - Okay, okay.

Then he hit me from behind. And I went down. I was like this.

- Then the dude shot me! - He didn't shoot you.

He did. Kept on biting on my ankles.

- Where did you get a stupid lie like that from? - Enough.