Hit Man

'Huh...Yeah?'

This is Tyrone Tackett.

Cornell's brother. He sent me the telegram.

'What do you want?'

I'm here in L.A., the airport. Need a ride.

'Ha, ha, ha. You Tacketts had your last ride on me.'

Cornell said, you was a general informant.

'Of course. I gave what he wanted. You, are another story.'

What about the funeral arrangement?

I mean, is somebody with my brother?

You was his own lady?

'If that's what he told you, you got some spotting up to do.'

'Cornell's dead, so are you for all I care.'

If the girl you want ain't those lillies

you ain't looking for a girl.

- Ha, ha, ha. - Okay, brother.

You mean, somebody's been talking to you about me?

Oh, yeah. You are a real superstar, baby.

Yeah. Well, sweet man.

You're about to get the superstar treatment.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-mm.

Come on. Why don't you tell me who it was that bragged on me?

Cornelle Tackett. My brother.

Thanks for the telegram.

You know, you come off real hard on the phone, Irvelle.

I could still be at the airport watching them planes land.

- Tyrone. - Tyrone Tackett, mama.

Now, my brother is dead and I wanna know why.

I don't know nothing.

Where's his daughter, Rochelle?

I don't know nothing about her.

Well, maybe you need sometime to freshen your memory.

And I'm gonna call you about the funeral.

And you gonna talk and I'm gonna listen.

I don't dig funerals, man.

- Cornell will never know. - Well, I will.

I mean after all, Irvelle, you was Cornell's...thing.

So I'll see you at the funeral.

Huh? Superstar.

Rochelle.

Hey, Rochelle?

Was he in bad shape?

No, they fished his car out of the water

about an hour after he went through the rail.

He drowned?

The police said, your brother drowned in alcohol

before he hit the water.

Rochelle.

How you doing?

I'm sorry about your father.

What the cops say? Anything?

They said, your old man's dead.

How's centennials?

I left school last year.

- What're you doing? - I'm doing Woolworth's.

Woolworth's? Where you gonna live?

I've got friends.

Look, I'd really like it..

Me and my old lady, if you'd come to Oakland

and live with us.

Cornell would have dug it if we stuck together.

What's she doing here?

She's a friend of your father's.

She was no friend.

Glad you could make it, Irvelle.

I didn't know when to come and get your ass.

What's wrong between you and Rochelle?

I ain't got nothing to do with her, you understand?

Cornell talked a lot about you. You know that?

I thought y'all was pretty tight and everything.

I saw her a couple of times. I wasn't family.

But you was his main thing

after his old lady walked out on him.

- Don't shine me over, Irvelle. - Look man.

I don't know nothin' about nothing, you got that?

And that's the righteous truth.

You should keep your head open, here.

When I'm ready, we're gonna sit down and talk about it

and you're gonna tell me something.

This might keep you alive.

Bitch.

Shall we pray?

'Heavenly father.'

'As we prepare to commit the body of'

'your servant, Cornell Tackett to the crematorium's fires.'

'We pray that his soul shall be spared from the hell fires'

'of eternal damnation.'

Cornell was one fine dude.

- I'm Sherwood Epps. - How you doing?

No lie. He sure was. I'm Emerson Rays.

My pleasure. Cornell spoke of both you guys, man.

Glad you came out.

Thank you, thank you very much.

Sure gonna miss him.

Mr. Tackett?

Mr. Tackett.

We're, uh, former friends of your brother's.

You got our condolences.

Uh, he's not finished yet, Mr. Tackett.

See, we wanted to say goodbye here.

'Cause we know we won't be seeing you after the burial.

Since you'll be heading right back to Oakland.

Not burial, a cremation.

You see, Tacketts' don't dig being pushed into the ground.

I'm sure I'll see you brothers again.

If you do, Mr. Tackett. You're going to be hurtin' real bad.

Now that your brother's been taken care of..

There's nothing keeping you here at all.

Now, you keeping me here, man.

Sherwood? How long, you and my brother were partners?

Me and Cornell started in a used car business together.

Just 'em flenders and then re-polish.

He's the best damn hot wire man, I ever saw.

'And now he's gone.'

'Crashes through a fence, ends up dead in the ocean.'

'I can't figure it out.'

'It just don't make sense.'

Real worth dying.

I have some news.

You don't think Cornell dropped it on himself.

Eh, man, forget that shit.

That's not the way you see it boy!

The last time you saw him, how was he acting?

- Was he hit bad? - Hmm.

He was a little bit edgy.

Nobody knows a damn thing.

He's a super fine man.

You motherfuckers.

What's the matter with this chick?

It should be okay, if she gets her head straightened.

- 'I'm sorry, bro.' - Really, you think so?

No, no. I am. I'm a man of storm.

- See you later. - Yeah. Okay, man.

- Lay down, sir. - How will I've known?

I guess that she is uptight about this whole thing.

Hey Tyron, I like to go there and repo a Continental

from a dude.

You give me a hand, you got yourself a car to drive.

Sure, where do you got it?

Where's the car anyway?

Odeon Broadway.

Sherwood, you know Julian Swift?

Yeah, I know him. He falls about 27 down there.

Trying it through to make on me for a Cadillac.

Now that I'll go on big time, you know..

Where is he at? Who he was seen doing.

He doesn't know what's going on.

You know they tell me, he's training fighting dogs

you know, Pit bulls or something like that.

- Does he so? - That's right. Yeah.

He was a big highroller.

- No shit. - He's the trainer.

- Tailraiser. - Really..oh, oh.

When I was a kid, he was in for nothing.

He might have been a trailblazer

but he gone to dogs now.

'Say, man?'

'How'd you come you do know Swift, anyway?'

'Streets, man. He ruled our neighborhood.'

- Hey, Sherwood. - What's happening?

What about I go over there, Sherwood?

Everybody knows she was a whore.

Let's just say, she let her little light shine.

I got a special 90 day deal on this baby.

Come on in the office, I've got other things I wanna show you.

'You might have to kill me to get this car back, Sherwood.'

Ha, ha. That ain't nothing, baby.

Thanks, Sherwood. That got me alive in here.

Oh, man. Enough of your shit.

Oh, I can tell this cat's handwriting.

You think I didn't know?

Look, man.

I am tryin' a unload this 90-day double guaranteed turkey.

It ain't even got no music, man.

Now, all of a sudden, you're a handwriting expert.

Yeah, I'm tryin' to close the deal with my man, Tyrone.

- God damn right. - Now, you get outta here--

You're so smashed, you couldn't close the damn door.

Yes, he could. Hey, man. Hey!

Hey, hey wait a minute motherfucker.

'Hey, come back here, nigger.'

Laural says you're A-okay with it.

'Hello.'

I bet you miss me already. Don't you baby?

I'm sorry, but you have the wrong number.

This is Oakland, the Biggs.

Rita, do you know what I like?

I like it when you be stickin' 'em big brown titties in my ass.

- 'I see.' - Yeah, but then I don't.

We should tell Merri

what goes on when you making 'em old dirty pictures of me.

You tell him. Here, Merri. Mer?