Dolemite

- Okay, Dolemite, the warden wants to see you.

Oh, shit.

What the hell does that rat-soup-eatin'

motherfucker want with me?

Come on outta there.

We ain't got all day.

Sit down, Dolemite.

You can leave.

You know mama, Queen Bee, here, I'm sure.

You should be very proud of her.

For damn near two years, she's been bugging

me about your innocence.

You know, a funny thing is,

I'm about to believe her.

What I mean is, we have, with her help, of course,

stumbled onto some facts that may set you free.

Of course, they have to be proven.

And that's where you come in.

Now you're a gambling man, aren't you?

- It depends on the game, Warden,

and how high the stakes are.

- Well I might as well level with you.

The game is rough and the stake is your life.

But it means the difference between

being free or rotting here behind bars

'til someone tries to set you free.

You know there's not a lawyer in LA

who'll touch your case.

So what do you say?

You wanna play ball or not?

Whose team am I on Warden?

And what am I supposed to do?

Okay, I'll run it down to you.

You're serving a 20 year stretch

for the possession of stolen furs

and a half a million dollars worth

of narcotics, right?

Right.

Get behind the trees.

Hold it!

What do you want man?

FBI.

What do you want?

Open your trunk.

There's nothin' in my trunk.

Where's your warrant at?

- This is the FBI, this is my search warrant.

- There's nothin' in my trunk man.

Open up the trunk.

That shit ain't mine.

I don't know how it got there.

You're under arrest.

You're gonna have to take me!

Ah, ah.

One more move and you're dead!

- This the guy you said would take an army to capture?

I thought it would.

You find his stuff?

- Yeah, dope, stolen furs, everything.

Well, goodbye boy.

You're off to a long, long, vacation.

I got your boy hangin'.

You no-business bond, insecure,

junkyard motherfucker!

Right on schedule.

Well good.

Get in the car.

We'll celebrate.

- Well for the two years you've been here,

the dope traffic in your neighborhood hasn't changed.

In fact, it's gotten worse.

Guns and dope are being sold to school children every day.

Black gangs are killing each other.

Queen Bee, here, informs me that,

maybe you better tell him, Queenie.

- Dolemite, it's real bad out there.

Some gang killed your nephew the other day.

He was comin' home the other day,

just him and his girlfriend.

And they wasn't botherin' nobody.

- Somebody had to sell the gun to the

lad that pulled the trigger.

He's in jail, but so what.

There's many more of 'em out there.

So they killed little Jimmy?

That's right.

He was walkin' home from school

and he wasn't botherin' nobody.

Just him and his girl.

- What am I supposed to do, Warden?

- All right, I understand you know

some of the people we suspect.

And we feel there are policemen mixed up in it.

Now, I told you the job was dangerous

and you could lose your life.

But you're tough.

You know how to roll with the punches.

The name of the game is stay alive.

Now I've talked to the governor about you.

There are only four people who know

why you're on the street.

The governor, Queen Bee, myself,

and one FBI man that nobody knows

'til the time comes.

So what do you say, Dolemite?

- When do I get outta here, Warden?

Tomorrow.

You go back to your cell now as if nothing's happened.

You'll be released in the afternoon.

Thank you, Queen Bee.

Oh, Dolemite, I'm so happy.

I'ma tell everybody you comin' home tomorrow.

Oh, Dolemite.

Yes, Warden?

- You do know a man by the name of Willie Green, don't you?

- Some folks say that Willie Green

was the baddest motherfucker the world ever seen.

But I want you to hold onto your seats.

And hold on to them tight.

'Cause you're now gettin' ready to see the story of me.

Yes, me,

The badass,

Dolemite.

- Damn, look like my women is on time.

Goddamn, Mama, you must be new on my scene.

...I am.

What's your name?

It's Chi, short for Chicago.

- I hope you ain't as cold as the windy city,

because the way I feel now baby,

I could sure warm you up.

As long as you been gone baby,

you gotta whole lotta warmin' up to do.

No shit, baby.

I can dig it.

I ain't gonna lie. - Here change this.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Yes baby you can get behind me and in front of me, too.

Do you dig it?

Whoo!

You still need these.

- I don't wanna get in my car with this shit on.

I'm glad y'all brought my clothes to me.

You see what the guards give me

to get outta jail in.

Bitch, you bring me these goddamn cotton draws.

You know I don't wear no fuckin' cotton draws.

Oh, I like these.

Who made this?

You, guard, I want you to take these

cheap motherfuckers and wipe your ass with 'em.

- Oh no, Dolemite, we'll keep 'em here.

You'll be back.

There they go, let's get 'em.

- Remember, we want Dolemite dead.

What about the broads?

Ah, forget em.

I think we got company.

We're being tailed.

Hand me my piece.

Pull over and stop the car.

Pull up aways, I'll take it from there.

- Alright, girls, turn the goddamn motor off.

Get out Dolemite!

Dolemite's not in here.

- Don't give us here that bullshit, baby.

We know he's here.

- Look for yourself motherfucker.

She's tellin' the truth.

He's not here.

Well where is he?

Breathin' down your neck.

Alright, hold it, move.

Girls, come here.

Come here, girls.

I've been wantin' see me a honky dance.

Dance, motherfucker, dance!

Dance!

Dance!

Girls, this motherfucker's got rhythm, hasn't he?

Rhythm, rhythm.

Come on girls, let's make it.

Help me!

- Wait a minute, Dolemite, I'll help him.

Let's go.

- Queen Bee, it's awful good to be back home.

- I'm glad you're home, too, baby.