Who's the black private dick that's a sex machine to all the chicks
Shaft
You damn right
Who is the man that would risk his neck for his brother man
Shaft
Can ya dig it
Who's the cat that won't cop out
When there's danger all about
Shaft
Right on
They say this cat Shaft is a bad mother--
Shut your mouth
- I'm talkin' about Shaft - Then we can dig it
He's a complicated man
But no one understands him but his woman
John Shaft
Hey, what's up?
Looks like the kid got clocked with that.
He gonna make it?
Got his head stove in pretty good.
- Witnesses? - Nope.
- He come from in there? - He's dressed like it.
You let anybody leave?
- I know thejob. - Hey, I'm just doing mine.
Excuse me.
Was there anything peculiar? Any commotions?
You just call her and say what I told you to say.
Hang up the phone.
You don't worry about my father. You worry about me.
I'm not gonna argue--
- What? - How did you get that blood?
Blood. What blood?
I'm gonna ask you again.
You give me attitude, I'm gonna drag you out of here by your hair.
How did you get that blood on yourself?
It was like--
He started it...
and I finished it.
Mm-hmm.
Look, I was razzin' the guy. He couldn't take a joke.
So you cracked his head open. I can dig it.
He left all pissed off. I followed him out to apologize.
Next thing I know, he's coming at me with a silver bat.
I was defending myself.
Anybody see you?
No, officer. It was just me and him out there.
- Do you know who my father is? - No. Do you?
- Take him out. - Let'sgo.
What's your name?
- Diane Palmieri. - What'd you see, Diane?
- Nothing. - Why you point that guy out to me?
I didn't.
What's that?
What?
Oh--
What did you see, Diane?
Nothing, I swear. I--
It's a zoo in here, and if I'm working, how can I see anything?
Detective. We have a potential witness you should see.
I'll be back in a minute. Keep her company, okay?
He did it. That racist bastard.
- That's the one that did it. - How do you know? Did you see it?
No. He was sitting over there...
and he was hassling Trey from the minute we walked in the door.
Right this way. This table over here.
Yo!
Excuse me, sir. Yo!
- What's up, man? - They don't serve no malt liquor.
No malt liquor, allright?
No-- "Aiight"?
- Okay.
- What the hell's your problem? - Let's go. I wanna go.
No. We're fine. We're fine, okay?
Don't even worry about it.
All right. Have a seat over here.
- What did your friend Trey do? - Nothing.
He tried to ignore the guy, but the bastard just wouldn't let up.
No 40's, no Chronic...
and no, uh-- no Indo, "aiight"?
Hey. Hey, dawg, is you deaf?
- Holler back! - What? What an asshole.
You got that, Tupac?
- And then what happened? - Trey turned the tables on the guy.
- What are you doing? - He took napkins and a knife...
and he poked holes in it.
- Then he walked over to the guy. - I think you dropped this.
And he dropped it on his head. Bull's-eye.
- Dis! -And everybody laughed.
Take that, chump!
I guess that little prick was pissed.
He was embarrassed that all his friends laughed at him.
Thank you. You can check on your friend now.
- Getting a low pulse. - We gotta move.
We're losing him. Let's get rollin'.
Tell me he is not the primary on this.
- It's his catch, Lou.
Walter Wade, Jr. You big Walter Wade's son?
- Yes, I am. Correct. - The real estate developer?
- Daddy's a big man, huh? - Big man.
Big man.
The waitress. She saw it, huh?
So what you do, motherfucker, threaten her?
Oh, uh, she had to go to the john.
What?
- Where'd she go? - She left.
Shit!
When we get him on board, I'm gonna intubate.
Let's get that defib ready, guys.
He's starting to seize.
- He's having a seizure.
- Homeboy's got rhythm, huh? - What?
Damn it.
Was it something I said?
I think my nose is broke.
I'll clear his airway.
- He broke my nose. - He's going fast.
There's no air exchange.
Let's get this thing open. I can't even get a pulse right now.
Damn, we're losing him!
- Son of a bitch! - Trey!
I've been waiting for this all year.
You are gone from this precinct.
Gone? For what?
For that?
His roots in the community couldn't go deeper. He has no record.
Your Honor, the charge is homicide.
Not having done it before is not an excuse.
Bail is set at $200, 000.
- That don't mean shit!
You're a killer, man!
Fuck you!
Can I get a statement from you?
- Shaft. - It's Walter Wade.
Thanks for breaking my nose that night.
My lawyer says that's why I got bail...
and that's precisely why I'm skiing in Switzerland right now.
See you when I see you, slick.
Oh, oh. Aw, come on, man. You suck.
Shh.
-John Shaft. - Carmen Vasquez.
Welcome to Narcotics.
-Jimmy Groves. -Jack Roselli.
You transfer in from the 3-5?
Yeah. You John Shaft, huh?
- Heard you quit. - Not yet.
Luger, hurry the fuck up, man.
Come on, you bitch bastard.
Come on, you Billy Bob motherfucker. Open the god damn door.
Let's go. Open the door.
- That's three Happy Meals or four?
- That's four. And hurry up. - All right.
Freeze, motherfuckers! Don't move!
Move your fucking ass out of the way!
Freeze, goddamn it!
Police! Everybody on the fucking ground!
Everybody freeze! Grab that motherfucker! On the floor! Now!
Somebody turn that fucking music off!
- Put your hands behind your back.
Oh, no habla Ingles. Now you can't speak no fucking English.
I bet you can say "kilo," can't you?
Hey! Hey, goddamn it! Hey!
Don't make me chase you! You're gonna piss me off!
Stop, goddamn it! Stop!
I told you to stop, man!
Aah!
Ayudame!
Throw something else! Throw something else!
Disperse, motherfuckers! Disperse now!
Come on! Come on!
Watch your backs, ladies!
Abran la puerta! Abran la puerta!
Abranme! Abranme!
I'm gonna fuck you up for making me run!
You caught me.
You got me, Papa.
Peace, motherfucker.
!Suerte!
April fool, motherfucker.
I told you not to make me run, didn't I?
This shit's too tight, yo!
Just sit and think about this ass-whupping you're gonna get.
It's gonna be a long ride to the precinct.
Paraphernalia. Nothing.
- Let me call my wife. - Shut up, corn bread.
- Let me call my girlfriend. - I said shut the fuck up.
Easy with the braids, man. What you got against black men anyway?
Supposed to be like a factory up there.
They must've gotten a heads-up from someone.
My kid's got more indictable shit under his bed.
These scales'll get revolved before we clock out tonight.
- Look at him. - Who's that?
Peoples Hernandez. He's the neighborhood alligator.
It's all hi splay up here. He's got about half a dozen apartments.
Keeps changing his shit on us like it's a shell game.
You enjoying the show?
Yo, let me see the ball.
John, don't do it. Come on.
John, come on. No!
Good shot.
Peoples Hernandez, come on down!
Motherfuck.
Yes!
Uh-oh, Shaft. You pissed him off now.
- Here come the troops.
This is Egyptian cotton, motherfuck.
Two-twenty thread. This is like half your shitty-assed paycheck, okay?
Step off, Peoples.
You wouldn't know Egyptian cotton if Pharaoh himself sent it to you,
you knock-off wearing motherfucker.
You best sleep in that vest.
Oh, there you go, papi. You're under arrest for assaulting an officer.
- Stay, Lucifer.
This is the only way you can touch me.
You're one pathetic Kentucky Fried nigga.
- I got some chicken wing for you. - Uh-uh-uh.
What have we got here?
Concealed weapon.
- The Iceman goeth. - Goeth for a long time.
Come on.
Step up.
- On the hop. Let's go.
- Peoples. Peoples. - Can I get my shoes shined?
Yeah, you sure can.
Home sweet home, huh?
- Stay still, please. - Yo, Shaft.
I'm gonna put so many lawyers on your ass...
you're gonna think they opened a branch office up there.
Lawyers? Lawyers are for punetas.
- I thought you were gonna smoke me. - I smoke Camels.
It's not my size.
Yo, when the van comes for these assholes,
this one gets the busted seat belt.
What the hell's he doing here? Tell me it's something good.
Tell me it ain't one of your dick-arounds.
No. Honest to God, Lou. I was in fear for my life.
-Yeah, yeah. I know the routine. - Shut the fuck up, corn bread.
Yo, Luger, what's up with the corn bread?
Your problem is what?
Nazis with badges. That's my problem.
Nazis? Oh, you gotta lighten up, Shaft.
I talk like this all the time.
I see your point.
Maybe I should take an ethnic sensitivity workshop, huh?
- Fuck you. - I should workshop my foot up your ass.
- How about that? - You pick a color, black or blue?
- Hey, fuck you, Luger. - How about I make you both, Luger?
- Anytime, anywhere. - Nothing between us but air--
- Anytime, anywhere, Shaft. - Come on, motherfucker. - Go, go!
- I like the way you handled that. - Shut the fuck up!
Yo, Shaft, you got a call. Guysays it's urgent.
I think it's the clinic. Your test results may have come.
Today we find out if I'm your daddy or the German shepherd.
Ooh, pretty good.
Well, how good is good?
You're kidding me.
Red, if this is another one of your--
Solid info?
One hundred percent solid?
No shit.
Where?
Mm-hmm.
All right. I got it. All right. Thanks.
I gotcha.
- What's up? - Old business.
- You need backup? - No, I got it.
- Rasaan. - What?
- I'm calling in a favor, son. - Favor, my ass, motherfucker.
You ain't got no favors left with me, dawg.
Them shits is through. You done ran all your shits out.
Look, nigga, don't argue. Just do it.
All right, dawg.
What, Rasaan? What happened?
I gotta do a favor real quick.
How you doing?
Let's get going.
How you doing, Richie Rich?
Remember me?
Refresh my memory.
Put 'em on.
Yeah, what's the dilli? Where we off to?
- Fifteenth precinct. - Okay, dawg.
Hey, yo, that's my dawg Shaft back there. I mean, that's my man.
Word up. You all right?
Cold, chilly? You want a jacket or something?
I bet you thought I was sneaking back in.
Crown Heights! Bed-Stuy! Yeah! Bed-Stuy!
I'm innocent.
You look depressed, Shaft. You depressed?
Back away from the car. Back away from the car.
Fuck with the bull--
You get the horns!
Yeah, Shaft! Go on, baby! Yeah!
You the man, Shaft!
You the man! You the man, Shaft!
You know, bro, I'll be out in an hour.
I don't think so, running man.
The van to central processing left about five minutes ago...
and there won't be another one for hours and hours.
By the time you get downtown, we're talking overnight in the tombs,
and they definitely won't arraign your ass before morning.
It's a shame we didn't get here a little sooner.
You look depressed, Walter. You depressed?
Yo, Peeps, you still here?
The seat belt on the van was busted.
- Aw, damn. - It's called habeas corpus--
That mean "due process," for the illiterate.
It's called, "you wanted to play games with me," Peoples.
I know a shit load of games.
You boys play nice.
Teflon Don, nigga! Teflon!
Bitch.
Hey, blanqui, what he get you for?
Income tax evasion?
- Fuck you.
Damn!
- What's happening, player? - What's up, big boy?
Same old same old. Congratulations, man. You was on TV.
- Let me get your autograph. - Uh-huh.
You a star.
Mr. P., how you be?
Ah, fine, fine.
- Who's winning? - Who do you think?
- Hey. - Congratulations, baby.
Lucky man.
Alice, Alice, ease up on my nephew.
Or that boy's gonna poke a hole in something.
Uncle J!
Mr. big-time private eye. Hey, I earned my pay today.
Well, you did bring him in. There's no denying that.
But what?
Come on, come on. Spit it out.
Nothing, nothing. So when you gonna come on board with me, my man?
- Soon. - Soon?
You're always saying that.
Got a fuckin' nigga locked up!
Fuck, nigga! What's wrong with you?
You better watch your back!
- We shouldn't fuckin' be here, man! - We got busted, man!
- The same bust! - You makin' too much money!
Give me your shoes.
They wouldn't fit you.
Oh, shit!
I only ask once.
You want my shoes?
For two years now, I've been meaning to ask you.
When you dress like this, where exactly do you strap your piece?
You mean you forgot already?
Well, you know it was way back in the day.
Oh, yeah. Maybe you should ask Lamont.
Why I gotta ask Lamont? I'm standing right here.
Damn, nigga! Why you always up on my woman?
This is the type of shit that get a motherfucker killed.
I was asking a legitimate-ass question.
Why is it every time you see me talking to her, you roll up on me?
- You feeling insecure? - Lamont, he's just kidding.
I ain't studying this bullshit. We can settle this shit right now!
- Back off the motherfuckin' Armani. - Fuck you and your Armani!
Surprise!
We got you, baby. We got you. Surprise, baby.
Do you want a smoke?
Don't smoke. Thanks.
My name is Peoples.
You know why they call me that?
'Cause "ch-you" always takes care of "ch-your" peoples?
Yeah, actually, more or less.
You play golf?
- Not for a while. - Golf is phat.
Tiger Wood. Tiger Wood.
I like him.
- You got a boat? - I had one.
What kind of boat you had?
A Boston Whaler.
Boston Whaler.
You been around the world, right?
- Yeah. - You know something?
I got money longer than train smoke.
I never been on an airplane in my whole goddamn life.
Let me askyou something.
The, uh--
Cinco familia.
Five family, five borough,
one love.
Okay.
You an interesting motherfuck.
You got like a... business card or something?
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
Don't kiss me, motherfucker.
- Good night. - Later, dawg.
...back in custody tonight after a two-year flight from justice.
Wade, seen here after his arraignment in 1 998,
was rearrested by Detective John Shaft...
as he few into Westchester County Airport tonight.
I don't get it. Why the fuck did he come back?
If it was me, I'd never come back.
Yeah, see, if there ever was a "but what?" that'd be it.
Comes to justice, that kid's oldman's got enough juice...
to slip his thumb on the scale and nobody'll say nothing.
Mmm. Ain't no fucking way he walks from this.
- No way. - Really?
Let's roll.
- Goodnight. - Night, all.
Such a cynical motherfucker.
You wanna come home with me tonight?
- It's been a while. - So what is it this time?
You just wanna be held, or you want the L.D.?
What you think it is? l want the L.D., baby.
And then I wanna be held.
- That's allright with you? - You know me.
It's my duty to please that booty.
Finish up. Let's go.
Kearney, how's retirement?
- Catfish are jumpin'. - Heard you bought a big house.
-Four-bedroom Colonial on the water. -Let me ask you something.
How does a pencil-pushing, apple-stealing, dickhead like you...
afford a four-bedroom Colonial in Nassau motherfucking County?
How much did they pay you, Kearney?
After working a job uptown for 28 years,
you know what I like best about where I live?
How do I say this?
It's a restricted community.
Your Honor, my client did not fy home 5,000 miles to jump bail.
You mean jump bail again.
No doubt.
He was in the wind for two years,Judge.
If he decides to take off again, the mood ofthe people in this city--
Talk about the people! We can't risk the possibility...
of waiting another two years, two months, two days, two hours.
The District Attorney's office is ardently opposed to bail.
- How about no bail? - Remove that man.
- Get him out of here. - Hey, back up, son! Back up, son!
Hey, son. Hey, yo, you gonna get your ass twisted.
You better get off me!
Your point is well taken, Mr. Torres.
Defendant is ordered to surrender his passport to this court.
However, I believe that young Mr. Wade...
is sincere in his desire to deal with what ever form of judgment...
this room deems necessary to deliver.
-Bail is set at one million dollars. -What?
-No! -My client is prepared to post bail.
Oh, no!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
- I'm out. I'm done. - What are you, nuts?
- Come on, John. This is whack. - Fuck the job!
- I'll get him my own goddamn way. - Ah! Insane!
- Hey, hey! - All right, I'm cool.
I quit.
I remember when I took that job thinking I could fight from inside,
and you telling me about all the problems.
That color thing-- Too black for the uniform, too blue for the brothers.
About how justice gets tangled up in red tape or bought off by the green.
You were right. Fuck that job. Fuck the badge.
I'll get that silver-spoon motherfucker my own way.
- No lawyers, politics, no rules. - No pension.
- What? - You're too hot, step off a bit.
- Let me put my people on him. - No. Hell no.
- His ass is mine. - Hey, what's the difference?
Got is got.
His ass... is mine.
- We're in pretty good shape. - What about the waitress?
Paul, talk to him. Thank you.
The truth is, Walter, we can't find her.
This guy is great.
Do you know why we can't find her?
'Cause she doesn't want to be found.
Do you want to go back to Switzerland while we track her down?
It could take a year, two, ten, maybe never.
Meanwhile, everything and everyone else is in place.
I don't believe this.
Even if she does surface, she is seriously damaged goods.
It's just a roll of the dice, kid.
I'll roll my own damn dice.
Now, Walter-- Walter--
- Oh, hello. How are you? - Hello, my darling.
- How was your day? - Is that my mother's choker?
- Oh, well, uh-- - You gave her my mother's jewelry?
Well, let me-- Walter. Walter.
- Walter!
Hi, Miss Palmieri. Remember me?
Look, I really need to talk to Diane.
She don't live here. She lives in the Bronx.
Yeah, I checked the last address I had.
Well, right now she's in Europe.
- Europe? Where in Europe? - Spain.
- I love Spain. - Maybe Italy.
I never know till I get the postcard. What can I tell you?
Hey, okay. Thanks.
I'll probably get fired for this, but I thought you might need help.
Terry. From Metronome, right?
- Remember me? - Yeah.
How did you find me?
I'm free on Monday nights, Tuesday nights and every other Wednesday.
Read my mind. Why am I here?
- You're looking for Diane? - Got it.
- What's in it for me? - What you need?
- Fuck that bitch! - Look down the corner.
See that little nigga, the one with the red hat?
That's Malik, okay?
Now, my son Tony, he's a real good boy.
A good student.
But he's 1 2, and I caught him twice last week running errands for Malik.
I need for that to stop. Can you handle that?
Everybody on fucking drugs! Nothin' but money!
That's Monday, Tuesday and every other Wednesday.
- Right? - You got it, baby.
Mmm.
Fucking haves and the should not haves, motherfucker.
Who is the fuck is to say I shouldn't have shit?
Anybody looking to maintain their employment with the N.Y.P.D.,
it might be in their best interest to leave now.
Yo!
Down! Down! Down! Down!
Man, leave him alone.
- What's my name? - What?
- What's my name? - I don't know.
-John Shaft! - What?
-John Shaft! Say it! -John Shaft.
There's a kid lives up the block about 1 2 named Tony. Know him?
- Yeah. - Wrong answer!
There's a kid lives down the block about 12 named Tony. Know him?
- Nah, I don't know that kid. - Stay!
- Quit pointing the gun! - This kid you don't know.
You see him coming, you run for your mother fuckin' life.
- Do you ever wanna see me again? -No.
- Do you ever wanna see me again? - No!
- What's my name? - I forgot.
- What's my name? -John Shaft. John Shaft.
John Shaft, yo.
You ever wanna see me-- Oh, you answered that, huh?
My bad.
What? What?
Fuck all that!. Fuck all of you!
- Give that back to me, man. - It worked out great.
Yeah. Okay.
Hey, hey, hey, guys. Break it up.
- You're fighting over rubber? - He started it.
No, you always start it.
Here. Jump for it, okay? And behave.
Get out of the way. Get out of the way.
Get the fuck out of the road!
What are you fucking doing, you crackhead?
Leon, the minute she shows up, you call me, right?
Yeah. All right.
How you gonna get me into the police academy with you chuckin' your job?
- Who lost your rap sheet for you? - You.
- Who got you that Jets tryout? - You.
- Who got you that gig at the club? - You.
- Who delivers ten times out often? - All right, dawg. You.
So shut the fuck up and call me when she shows.
Why the hell you wanna be a cop any--
Forget I asked. Got milk?
I got some milk. You want some milk? I got a whole bunch of milk.
Mira, I am telling you,
Jeter hit one home run,
two doubles and he walk once.
He walk once.
Y- Y- You dressing down to blend in or something?
You look like a fucking duck hunter.
I need someone located.
Located? What you mean, found?
Located and then what?
That's gonna cost you.
What am I, a pawnbroker? I had it all appraised.
It'll cash out to about 40,000.
- Stole? - Inherited.
Inherited?
- Forty thousand? - Uh-huh.
Yo, Peoples, it's him.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Th-Th-That's you.
Cono, man. He's fucking famous.
Hundreds of people were outside the courthouse...
protesting the judge's decision to grant bail.
The case continues to arouse fierce passions in this city.
The trial is scheduled to begin in two weeks.
We are, of course, following this case very closely...
to bring you the latest developments.
Flaco, Flaco, Flaco, we got Hollywood right here in the house.
Whoo-hoo.
I gotta tell you something.
In this neighborhood, I am the motherfucking king snake.
I do like this... on 1 81 , three people die on Riverside.
But the thing of it is, you know,
I go downtown to take a girl out, show her the sights.
I walk into a restaurant, my stomach's in a knot,
my teeth is clenched, my hands is in fists.
I don't fit in down there. People look at me, size me up.
So ten minutes into it, lcan't wait to come backhome.
- I'm like a prisoner, you know? - Okay.
But you--
See, I would kill to be you.
Go where you go.
Do what you do.
So this is what I propose.
Okay, the jewelry and shit-- go hock the fash, bring me the cash.
I'm not gonna not take it.
But what I really want--
I want you to start taking me downtown with you.
I want you to start taking me wherever you go.
You mean like, uh, hang out together?
"Hang out." That's good.
Take you to Lutece, the Harvard Club? What are you talking about?
No, no, no, no, no.
When I say "me,"
"me" is this.
Oh. Hi.
I want you to front for me, be my face.
Get me some upscale customers.
I would like that very much.
You get me into your world, I do that bitch for you.
Word is bond.
Man, you're doing a little bit too much of your own product.
- What? - Look, it's 40, 000.