In the Heat of the Night

Now, isn't that beautiful?

Oh, that's the best.

What are you waiting for?

I know it's a quartet,

but you and I, we'll make it a sextet.

Come on, let's hear something.

Well, now, that's magnificent!

Yeah, what?

Chief, now, that isyou, isn't it?

Hello, Parker. What can I do for you?

Well, sir, I was wondering...

This evening are you going to be celebrating

your well-deserved acquittal?

Parker, a mistrial is not an acquittal.

Now...

What do you want?

I just wanted you to know that everything's quiet.

No, you just wanted to know if I was still here.

Now that I've caught up with you,

where you gonna be tonight?

Am I now obliged to report my personal movements to you?

Uh, no, sir, but I really ought to have

a location or a phone number.

No, Parker.

That's why we have beepers...

So people don't have to know our phone numbers

or where we are!

Y-Yes, sir. Well, I'm sorry to bother you.

Uh, this is good night, Parker...

I do hope.

Beeper?

Well, Parker, you get anything out of him?

Yeah. He said he's wearing a beeper.

Where'd he get that thing?

I got it for him today

so he could have a private life.

What you mean is a secret life.

You don't think we're all entitled to that?

Lonnie, you should know, there ain't no secrets in a town like sparta.

Beeper?

Now what?

Oh, uh...

Well, I thought it was my mother Parker yet again.

I hope you never talk to your mother like that.

Just wanted to let you know I'm leaving now.

Well, so am I.

Bye.

Well, now, don't you look nice!

Thanks.

You too big for a hug?

No, mama.

Come here.

Where are you going?

With a friend to a party.

Anybody I know?

Byron.

Eugene, do you have to hang out with him?

He's my friend.

Your friend?

That's right.

Do you have to judge him?

Yeah.

I think he's a jerk.

O.k.

Good night, mother. Good night.

I guess I won't wait up for you.

yo, homeboy!

What's up?

Got it.

we gonna party? Party hearty.

Come on.

What's the big deal?

It's only dope.

Yeah?

They don't call it 'smart,' do they?

You a mama's boy.

You smoke too much.

This ain't the way to jule's house.

Got a little errand to run.

Where at?

Clay's place.

Oh, man!

You going to score, ain't you?

No, man. Byron...

I swear.

I swear, homes.

What you doing at Clay's, then?

Settling a little business.

I'm on probation, man.

If I get caught with any...

Will you chill?

I ain't got nothing on me,

and I ain't getting nothing.

I'm stopping by to give the guy some money.

Yo, maybe, I'll stop by later.

You out of it, o.K.?

You just going to give him some money?

That's all. Scout's honor.

They kicked your butt out of the scouts.

Well, if you really want to talk about Eugene...

I was talking about his friend Byron.

I don't like him, and I don't trust him.

Oh. Is Eugene, uh...

Getting into drugs?

No, not Eugene.

He seems me take two glasses of wine,

and he wants me to go to a.A.

Byron and Eugene have been close buddies since first grade.

Naturally, I did the wrong thing...

Disapproved, made Byron irresistible.

Why you asking me about drugs?

Kids get into drugs.

Mm-mm.

You're trying to tell me something about Eugene.

What?

He's been seen with a pusher...

Name of Clay Wilson.

Well, I guess that's that.

I'm gonna have to lay down the law.

You do that, and you know what he's going to say.

What? That I got it from you?

So what?

He's going to have himself put in the youth facility.

I'm sorry I brought it up.

You couldn't hide it from me.

I should have...

At least for an hour or so.

It's on my mind all day every day, anyway.

Well...

Here's to, uh...

Something.

Five, o.K.?

O.k.

Oh, my man!

Yo, Clay.

What happen, Byron? Come in!

Can't stay. My boy's in the car.

Oh, yeah? Who's that?

He's cool.

He'd better be.

We're livin' in dangerous times.

This last week's been too weird.

How's that?

What you want, anyway?

Uh, an eight-ball.

Get your high beams on.

So, uh... what's too weird?

Man, you know, I deal some blow...

Just to friends, like that.

Now come along this Jackson dude,

tells me he's with a gang called the crew.

Tells me I'm getting into the crack business

and that I better not. Can you believe that?

What did you tell him?

No big crack scene in sparta,

and leave me the hell alone,

or I'm going to let mama Browning deal with him.

That'll work. Yeah, I believe so.

See here.

This is the place...

The house of Clay.

Yeah, man...

And this is what they call

an upscale neighborhood.

Come on.

It's all yours. There you go.

Oh... my treat.

My boy's waiting, man.

Well, he's already mad at me.

Come on, come on!

Down, Byron!

The cops! The cops!

Hit 'em!

Get in there. Get in!

Come on, let's go!

Parker. Yeah, Lonnie?

We just got maChine-gunned off the road

by three guys headed north on peachblossom towards hoover.