Good Times (1974–1979): Season 3, Episode 19 - Sweet Daddy Williams - full transcript

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J.J., can I fix you a sandwich?

Just a minute, Ma.

I'm painting an eyebrow
on this chick here,

and it's a very delicate job.

I have to have absolute quiet.

Ah!

Now, instead of an eyebrow,
she's got a mustache.

Michael, did you have
to slam the door like that?

That's the only way I
know how to slam it.

Real wise guy, huh?

Well, I would punch you out,

but you outweigh
me by 15 pounds.

Yeah? Well, a broomstick
outweighs you by five.



You got some nerve,
you old cantaloupe-head.

Don't give me none of that.

All right, boys. That's enough.

Yeah, that's right.

That's right, be quiet.

I need absolute
quiet for this painting,

because I gotta get
this eyebrow... just right.

Oh!

Now, instead of an
eyebrow, she's got a goatee.

What's wrong?

I'm trying to paint
this chick here,

and she's turning out
to look like Bill Russell.

That still makes
her better looking

than any chick
you've ever taken out.

Look who's talking.

A girl whose face looks
like Dog Day Afternoon.

Oh, why don't you stop?

That's right, you
old mahogany-face.

Get out of here!

Now, if anybody
else slams that door,

they're gonna hear from me,

and they're gonna
hear from me good,

because I'm mad!

All right!

Now, that was
just the final straw...

Hey, Dad.

Would you like to
see a... bearded lady?

What's going on here?

You have just
disturbed the artiste.

Hey, Junior, who's the fox?

She looks a little bit too
old to be one of yours.

Oh, it's, uh... nobody, Dad.

It's just a face in the crowd.

Yeah, well, it looks like
somebody I've seen around.

It looks like someone
who's been around.

Now that you mention it,
James, she does look familiar.

Like somebody in
the neighborhood.

Mm-hmm.

Tell you what, Junior,
tack another eyebrow on,

and maybe we'll be
able to recognize her.

Oh, uh... it's nobody
in particular, Dad.

It's just a... face that
developed in my head.

Ha, that figures. Your
head is a darkroom.

All right, Thelma.

Stop hassling him and
let him finish his work.

Oh, James! Ah!

Oh, I'm sorry, baby.

Somebody must
have put the booby trap

on the beer again, it's warm.

No.

That refrigerator is out again!

Oh, this is the third
time this week, James.

Hi, everybody.

Hey, Adrian.

Well, hi, Adrian.

Hey, Picasso, creating
another masterpiece?

Well, you know. What can I say?

Ooh, boy,

What you doing,
painting Savannah Jones?

Savannah Jones? ADRIAN: Yeah.

That's Sweet Daddy
Williams' current fox.

Florida, you was right.

I knew I'd seen that face
around here somewhere.

J.J., why are you painting her?

Why didn't you want to talk
about the painting before?

Um, how come I didn't
want to talk about it, huh?

Well, uh...

Dad, you always said
I have a big mouth,

so this time I thought
I'd keep it shut.

Uh, that's what I did,
out of respect to you, Dad.

Now, come on, Junior.

What's the story
behind this painting?

Well, uh.

You know, Sweet Daddy
Williams digs my artwork...

Now, are you out of your mind

doing business
with that hoodlum?

He's the biggest number
running in the projects.

That's right. He's a disgrace

to all the Black people
in this community.

J.J., you should have more sense

than to associate
with a man like that.

Ma, Dad, you're both right.

But this is my big opportunity.

This is not for me.

I'm doing this for my country.

What are you talking about?

Well, you see,
Sweet Daddy Williams

is paying me money
to do this painting,

and this money can
go into the economy.

Now, y'all may not dig it,

but President
Ford will be thrilled.

How much are you getting paid?

One never discusses money

when dealing in services
with Sweet Daddy Williams.

I'm sure Savannah does.

You ever seen her lately, baby?

Boy, she's about
5'4", pure dumb.

I mean it.

She's the original UFO too:
Ugly, freaky, and obnoxious.

Well, Junior, you got
to be out of your mind

doing business
with that hoodlum.

One thing we don't need
is money from that parasite.

Say, is J.J. near?

Tell him that Sweet
Daddy Williams is here.

Sweet Daddy!

Hey, hey.

There he is, Kid
Dy-no-mite himself.

What's happening, my man?

I'm more concerned with
what's gonna be happening.

Oh, baby, can I come on in?

Yeah, you can come on in.

You can make a
U-turn and go on out.

Say, baby, why
the hostile attitude?

That ain't no attitude.

I'm hostile.

Well, peace, I
mean peace, brother.

I mean Sweet Daddy
ain't here for no hassle.

I come to see how
blood here was doing.

Well, he's doing just
fine, Mr. Williams,

but there's one thing
you might as well know

right out front.

We don't want our son
doing business with you.

Well, I love doing business
with him, you know.

I mean, you got a
son who is too much.

I done seen the dude's painting.

He is what you
call... Out of sight.

Yeah, well, we'd both
feel better if you was...

Out of sight.

Say, son, you gonna
be an artist like J.J.

when you grow up?

No, man, I'm gonna be a lawyer,

and I'm gonna clean the ghetto

out of all the lowlifes
like you, turkey.

Cute kid.

Like I say, I ain't
here for no hassle.

How's the painting coming, man?

It's almost done. Far out, see,

because Savannah's
gonna be in from Vegas

in a couple of days.

You know, I want
to surprise her.

So, like, can I steal a look?

Ha!

Why not? You
steal everything else.

Hey, now, cool. Look here, Mama.

We ever met?

I don't think so.

I've never been in Leavenworth.

She don't know what she missed.

All right. Let's look
at the masterpiece.

Oh, yeah, mm-hmm. It's sweet.

I dig that, J.J. I dig it, man.

Thanks, man. Thanks.

Mm, let me tell
you something else.

Now, I'm paying good
money, you understand me,

good money for this.

So does it have
two coats of paint?

Uh, yeah. Anything
you want, Sweet Daddy.

Right on.

Say, my throat's
dry. Can I get a beer?

Uh, yeah, Sweet Daddy,

we got beer, but
our refrigerator...

Junior! Now you heard the man.

Show some hospitality, son.

He wants a beer. Get him a beer.

You know, I really
hate to bother you,

but, like, the dust in
these old, funky buildings

always gets in my throat
and makes me choke.

Too bad the condition
ain't permanent.

Hey, cool.

Uh, Sweet Daddy,
here's your beer,

but I told you before...

Junior, how many times
have I got to tell you!

You gonna show some
hospitality to the man.

Just give him the beer!

Thanks, man.

Hey... Hey!

I'm sorry about that, Sweets,

but we forgot our
refrigerator's broken.

Oh, yeah. Well, no sweat, man.

No sweat, because I
got 27 more suits like this

at my apartment...

but this sure is a cold way

to treat J.J.'s sponsor.

Sponsor?

What you talking
about, "sponsor"?

Well, for the truth,

I dropped by to lay
the big news on you.

You see, I have
rented the Rose Room.

You understand me?

The Rose Room at
the Majestic Hotel,

and in a week,

there is going to be a
one-man art show featuring

none other than James
Evans Junior, himself.

The ghetto answer
to... Ow! Van Gogh-go.

A one-man art show, me?

Mr. Williams, are you serious?

I don't jive about things
like this, Mrs. Evans.

You see,

when Sweet Daddy
Williams is behind somebody,

he backs them all the way.

Now, I sent out invitations

to all the most important
people in Chicago's art world,

and when Sweet Daddy calls,

you better believe they
gonna... Ow! Come on down.

Wow, Dad! I could
dig them invitations.

Oh, now, wait a
minute. Wait a minute.

Let me get this straight.
This ain't no con?

You really gonna put on a
one-man art show for Junior?

If you don't believe me,

why don't you call
the Majestic Hotel

and check it out.

Now, you still want
Sweet Daddy to leave?

Yeah.

Dad! Oh, Junior,
now, just be cool.

I don't like the idea
of you taking no favors

from no lowlife
honky-tonk hoodlum.

That sure is cold, brother,

but you lucky I don't
get insulted easy.

Look here, J.J. Look here, man.

There's gonna be a lot
of big people there, huh,

who could buy
a lot of paintings.

You could be on
your way, brother.

Now it's your
move, Pops. Pops...

Hang on... James.

Hey, hey, man.

Maintain your cool... And peace.

Well, James, it is a chance.

Florida, he's a hoodlum, and
it would be hoodlum money.

I know it's bad money,

but for once maybe it could
be put to some good use.

Besides, you know how
we've always dreamed

of J.J. getting his big break.

Yeah, that's right,
Daddy. Oh, please, Daddy.

This could be a
big future for J.J.

This might not happen again.

You all be quiet now.

Please, James, just for J.J.

All right, all right.

As much as I'm against
this character, Junior,

I ain't gonna stand in your way.

Thanks, Dad!

I knew you would come through,

because you're the greatest
dad in the whole world.

You're kind, you're considerate,
you're compassionate.

That's how come I love you, Dad.

I love you. I knew
you were great.

Thanks, Dad.

Boy, and to think
I couldn't wait

till he said his first words

when he was a baby.

Boy, this is great.

Hi.

Michael, what are you
doing home so early?

I got a ride in Sweet
Daddy Williams' car.

Check it out, Mama.

Two of his dudes picked me up

in his silver and
avocado Cadillac.

Mama, that is one
bad set of wheels.

It's got tiger-skin upholstery,

a stereo, a TV, a built
in bar, and check this out,

they even got a
telephone in the car.

A telephone?

Yeah, I guess
that's just in case,

you know, they run out of gas.

They can just dial up
and order another Cadillac.

Michael, I don't want you
riding with them anymore.

Now, we let Sweet Daddy
make a fuss over J.J.

because of that one-man show,

but we don't want
anything else to do with him.

And he sure is making
a fuss over J.J. too.

The other day, J.J.
told Sweet Daddy

he couldn't work on the painting

because he had
to deliver chickens

for the Chicken Shack.

Do you know Sweet Daddy ordered

all the chickens they
had, 400 of them...

and they had to close up.

But what in the
world would he do

with 400 chickens?

The next day, he made
the man buy them all back...

And charged the dude
50 cent more a chicken.

Well, you can expect anything

from that character.

Lord, forgive him.

He's trying to imitate
one of your rainbows.

Well, gang...
how do y'all like it?

J.J., man, you
look like you fell

into a box of paint.

Enough of the admiration
and accolades around here.

Sweet Daddy thought
I should go to his tailor

to get some custom-made threads.

It must have been tough
making threads for a thread.

Hey.

Now, them clothes
may be super fly,

but you're still super-flea.

I should have
expected that from you.

The ugly sister being
jealous of... Cinder-fella.

J.J., are you really serious

about wearing those clothes?

Well, you know.

Now that I've arrived
in the art world,

Sweet Daddy says I
should wear threads

more becoming of my stature.

I'm wearing this to
the one-man show.

J.J., with that outfit on,

you are a one-man show.

Ma...

Look, J.J., we're happy
about your one-man show,

but your daddy
and I are not happy

about all the presents
Sweet Daddy is giving you,

nor about the way

you're trying to imitate him.

You just remember
who that man is,

and how he makes his money.

Now, we don't want any
more presents from him.

This refrigerator is compliments
of Sweet Daddy Williams.

He don't want nobody
having to drink warm beer.

But we can't keep that thing.
We've got to send it back.

We can't do that, Ma.

We can, and we
will, you understand?

Ma, we can't do that.

Sweet Daddy's very sentimental

about the presents
that he gives.

Matter of fact,

when one of his
business associates dies,

he makes sure the widow
hits the number for a week.

That's very touching, J.J.,

but what is your father gonna
say when he sees this thing?

He'll be furious!

Well, Ma, we'll just
tell him the truth.

We tried to make
them take it back,

but they wouldn't. Yeah, Ma.

We'd be foolish
to give this back.

I mean, look at this.

Automatic ice cubes,
crushed ice, ice water.

I bet you there's even a spigot

for Kool-Aid inside here.

Lord have mercy.

Well, you know what they
say in that commercial,

"You only go around once."

But the way this is
stocked, once is enough.

Your father isn't
gonna like this at all.

And J.J., take off
those silly clothes.

Oh, Ma, can't I keep it
on just a little while longer?

I'm getting used
to this silk lining

inside here.

I think I'll go in the bathroom

and give the mirror a thrill.

Oh, this whole thing
is getting out of hand.

I bet that refrigerator
cost more than $700.

Ma, I have a feeling Sweet
Daddy don't buy retail.

That might be the
hottest cold refrigerator

you ever saw.

Oh, hi, honey.

Yeah.

James, about
that refrigerator...

Florida, please,

I am not in the mood to
hear a lot of yang-yang

about no refrigerator.

I spent half the day
loading up a truck.

After I loaded the
truck, it broke down,

then I had to unload
it while they fixed it.

The last thing I
need to talk about

is some raggedy refrigerator.

What I need is a beer.

I'm telling you,

if I got to go
through another day

like the day I went
through today, boy...

What the hell is that?

Sweet Daddy sent it over.

They put the old one
down in the basement.

Yeah, well they
can get it out of here!

Oh, James.

And they can get
whatever that is

out of here too!

But, Dad, it's me, your oldest.

Yeah, I know you're my
oldest, but my oldest what?

I suppose Sweet Daddy
gave you these clothes

and them gators too, huh?

Naturally.

Well, Junior, only
because he's giving you

this one-man show
am I not interfering,

but that refrigerator's
got to go.

I ain't taking nothing
from that hoodlum!

Now what's his phone number?

I'm gonna call him and
tell him to come over here

and get his
oversized beer cooler.

But, Dad, you can't call him.

Daddy!

I don't care if he gets mad.

Hey, hey, hey.

Well, you right on time, man.

About that refrigerator,
that thing has got to...

It's cool, Pops.

You don't have to
thank me, my friend.

It was my pleasure.

Everybody, I want you to meet

Sweet Daddy's main lady.

This is Miss Savannah... Jones.

Hi, y'all. Just flew
in from Vegas.

DC-10, first class,

window seat right
next to Billy Eckstine.

He's a real gentleman.

Billy got up for me every
time I had to go to the john.

Ain't she something?

Yep, she's something all right.

Hey, look, man,
about that refrigerator.

Now, I mean it...
Hey, cool, cool, pops.

You don't have to thank me.

Hey, baby, that's J.J.,

the one I was
telling y'all about.

Your official portrait painter.

Ooh, I can tell
you a real artist.

Well, you know.

You look like you're starving.

You ain't got no idea
how excited I am.

This is the first time

I've ever been...
immoralized on canvas.

All right, and she is
dying, you hear me,

dying to see the picture.

Ooh, yes. Hey, is it finished?

It's done!

Well, go get it.

Let's see the... masterpiece.

Man, about that refrigerator...

Cool, man. Later on, man.

Well, here's the painting.

Who is that?!

Uh, that's you.

That ain't hardly me.
You jiving me, sucker?

Well, I, uh, took it
from the photograph

that Sweet Daddy gave me.

Huh, see! I don't
look like that,

and I ain't got no hard
lines in my face like that.

I'm sweet.

Ain't I sweet, Sweet Daddy?

Oh, yeah, baby, you
sweet. You real sweet.

Well, I figured they retouched
the photograph a little bit,

so I un-retouched it

to make it look
like the real you.

You skinny alligator.

If this purse didn't
cost me 150 bucks,

I'd go upside your head...

Now, just a minute here.

Just a minute.

Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh!

Don't you "just a
minute, baby, here," me.

You is gonna have to buy me

a couple of more
of them fur stoles

before I forget this
here one, uh-huh.

And as for you, bean pole,

you ought to know a
lady when you see one.

Well, when he sees
one, he'll paint one.

Sucker.

Skank.

Okay, I want you to
know, man, you... All right.

Take it easy, Sweet Daddy.

I mean, I can do something else.

I could really
make her look good.

Hey, man, look here.

In my organization,
nobody, you understand,

gets a second chance, man.

You made Sweet
Daddy look like a fool

in front of his woman.

And listen, Sweet
Daddy is finding it hard,

you understand, very
hard to maintain his cool.

Dig?

The other day, you
liked that painting... dig?

Well, I plead
temporary insanity.

Now, you get yourself
another backer,

you skinny stick.

Hey... but what about my
brother's one man show?

It's canceled.

Hey, you going back
on your word, man?

What you think you doing here?

Oh, I see what you're doing.

Hey, boys, go get my stuff.

Hey, what's going on here?

Hey, I do not give no
presents to no losers.

The hat and the watch.

Ma, Dad.

They weren't yours
to begin with, J.J.

The overcoat and the under coat.

The shirt and the shoes.

The shirt and the shoes?

Mm-hmm.

And...

The pants?!

Ma, Dad.

Oh, yeah, and I'll
be back tomorrow

for the refrigerator.

Peace.

Well, J.J...

It's a case of bad
news and good news.

The bad news is
that you're not gonna

have the one-man show.

Yeah, and the good
news is that those

could have been...
Sweet Daddy's drawers!

Come on. Laugh it off, Junior.

Laugh it off.

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