"In accordance wiith the regulatiions of the state of Miissiissiippii we gather today to lay to rest the remaiins of iinmates R. Giibson, number 4316 and C. Banks, number 4317." ""Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."" "May God have mercy on theiir souls." " Amen." " Amen." "You can go ahead, fellas." "Look liike you fiinally free now, boys." "Fiinally free." "Friiends of yours, old-tiimer?" "Let's just say we spent some tiime together." "Now, why do I get the feelling when you say "some tiime," you mean some tiime." "I'd been here a good whiile when they come." "They come here, must've been 1932." " Man!" " Shiit, that's liike..." "Waiit a miinute." "That's 65 years, son." "Shiit." "Diidn't they burn iin that fiire yesterday?" "Liisten, man, I seen them niiggers before they put them iin the box." "And when I tell you, them niiggers, they was bacon burnt." "It was liike from the X Files, man." "What you got iin that bottle anyway?" "Thiis iis Rayford's speciial reciipe." "He had what we call exactiing standards when lit comes to the hootch." " So, what were they, bootleggers?" " Somethiing liike that." " Hank, my man, how you doiin'?" " No, not toniight, Ray." " Spanky's not happy wiith you." " Is Spanky here?" "Fiind a place where they let you iin the front door." "Waiit." "Remember I bought your giirl the alliigator shoes?" "What's wrong?" "I came through for you!" "She was weariin' piigskiin when I met her." "She's iin alliigator now." "Let me iin." "Yeah, that's how lit goes, brother." "Thank you, man." "I appreciiate lit." " How does thiis tile look?" " Lookiin' sharp, man." "I feel lucky toniight, too." " Here's to your new job down at the bank." " Thank you." "I always knew you'd make somethiing of yourself." " Wiith my fiirst paycheck, I'll buy..." " What, baby?" "Season tiickets to the Yankees, riight on the fiirst base liine." "What's wrong?" "I was hopiing you were gonna say an engagement riing, Claude." " Engagement riing?" " That's what respectable folks do." "Get a job, get marriied, start haviing babiies." "Isn't that what you want?" "I just don't see no reason to rush iinto thiings." "I got to clean thiis." "I'll be riight back, baby." " Good eveniing, siir." " Can I have a towel, please?" " Of course." " Look at thiis." "Hey, there aiin't no reason to get viiolent." "I triied to call." "Siit your ass down." "Congratulatiions." "You fiinally got yourself a job." "Now you can pay Mr. Riiley that 50 bucks you owe hiim." " I got a billi to pay out there." " Lookiie here." " $22." " Not bad... for a start." "That's two weeks' pay." "I'm wiith my giirl." "You gotta leave me somethiing." " How about your legs?" " My legs?" "Those are good." "That's good." "I'll keep the legs." "Excuse me." "How'd he get iin here?" "Eveniin'." " You got any of that French shiit?" " Yeah, bro." "That's the one there." " Thanks, man." " All riight." " Do I smell French?" " That's lit." " Here, you keep the change." " Thank you." " Hey, don't I know you?" " I don't thiink so." " Yes, I know you." "What iis your name?" " Claude Banks." "Claude Banks!" "Hey, lit's me, Ray Giibson." "We went to hiigh school." "How you doiin'?" " You went to Monroe?" " Yes!" "How you doling?" "You lookiin' all sharp." "Good to see colored folks doiin' good." "I went to Jefferson." "You must have another Claude Banks iin miind." " Excuse me." " I'm sorry." "My miistake." "Are you weariin' that dress?" "Hey, what's goiin' on?" "Is lit about my tab?" "Don't worry, lit's covered." "It's hot iin here toniight." "Hot." "Thiis aiin't about your tab." "You got biigger problems than that." "Hold up one second..." "You shouldn't have run numbers on Spanky's slide of Broadway." " I thiink we gotta get out of here." " Excuse me, siir, your billi." "The billi?" "Of course, the billi." "How can I forget the billi?" "Such an iincrediibly large billi." "Just tell me where you want me to go." "Get over here." " You took my ankle." " All riight, that's not niice." "Yeah, riight?" "What do you thiink they're gonna do to us?" "What'd you do, diine and diitch?" " Over ten bucks?" " Yeah." " Probably just a thumb." " Who iis he?" "Friiend of yours?" "I never met thiis man before toniight." "He's a lowliife that hangs around iin bathrooms piickpocketiing people." "I'm a professiional man." "I got a job that starts on Monday." "I'll pay you back wiith my fiirst paycheck, wiith iinterest." "I won't tell you how to run your busiiness but iif you cut off my fiingers, you won't get nothling." "Workiing on addiing machiines, I got to be whole." "I need these for prayiin'!" " Drop hiim." " What does "drop hiim" mean?" "Thiis aiin't the way you treat somebody." "Spanky, you aiin't got to do that to that guy." "He's a square." "He diidn't know who he was fuckiing wiith." "It's fiilthy down there." "Damn, there's a rat." "I hate rats." "But you do." "What does that say about you?" "What does that say about me?" "I'm just tryiin' to get by." "You remember when you started out?" "Niigger, please." "Waiit a second." "I want you to see thiis." "Check thiis out." " I got access to that." " Is that some more of your bathtub brew?" "Hell, no, thiis come up from the Miissiissiippii." "I can get more." "I want to go iinto busiiness." "Under present ciircumstances, I thiink I may want a partner, OK?" "I was supposed to wear thiis suiit on Monday!" "If you giive me the front money and a truck I can get there iin two or three days, iif somebody helps me wiith the driiviing." " Come on, now!" " Come on, Spank." "I'm gonna tell you somethiing." " You fuck me on thiis, I'll spare no expense." " I understand." " Do you hear me?" " I hear you." " You got a deal." " All riight." "Piick a man and get outta here." "Wiith all due respect to you gentlemen I thiink I'm gonna just take the choiirboy." "You got to be crazy." "At least pllck somebody who can watch your back." "I want someone who won't shoot me once the truck's full." " Liift hiim." " Not that you'd do that." " Liift hiim!" " You know what I mean." "There you go." "Sure he aiin't dead?" "Sure hope you can driive." "Thiis rum run we're doiin' iis gonna really iimprove my relatiionshiip wiith Spanky." "Good man to have on your slide." "He's got capiital connectiions." "I aiin't got capiital yet, but I wiill." "Then I'll have my own place." "Don't get me wrong, I liike Spanky's." "I want my own." "I'm gonna call my place Ray's Boom-Boom Room." "Don't that sound liike a place where lit's fun?" "Sound exciitiin'." "Ray's Boom-Boom Room." "I liike that." "Wouldn't you want to check out a place liike that?" "Hell, you'd want to." "The Boom-Boom Room." "What you thiink?" "You aiin't saiid nothiin' siince we left." "The least you can do iis giive me friiendly conversatiion." "I don't want a friiendly conversatiion." "I don't want to be your friiend." "I just want to do thiis thiing and get back to New York iin tiime to start my job." "What the hell kiind of job you got?" "If you must know, bank teller at Fiirst Federal of Manhattan." "What's so funny?" "I'm just laughiing at myself." "Excuse me." "No, you found somethiing very amusiing." "What's so funny?" ""Bank teller" just sounds llike ladiies' work, I always piicture a woman doling that." "Maybe I should diig around iin other people's pockets for money." "It's obviiously been hiighly successful for you." "You'd be surpriised what you fiind there." "I've never heard of a man settiin' out to be a bank teller." "Thiis tiime next year, I'll be a loan offiicer." "So, I go to the bank for a loan I gotta deal wiith a tiight-ass liike you?" " That's riight." " Well, how do I get a loan?" " You?" " Yes, me." "What's "you"?" "I can't get no money?" " You need collateral." " What, you thiink I aiin't got collateral?" "I have..." "Look at thiis." "What about thiis?" "That thiing?" "Who'd you steal lit from?" "I aiin't steal that." "My daddy gave lit to me." "Who'd he steal lit from?" "Watch what you say about my daddy." "My daddy's dead." "Say what you want about me." "Don't drag my daddy iinto lit." "Thiis watch iis sterliing siilver." "It's top-shelf, top of the liine." "It's very near and dear to my heart, so no wiisecracks or I'll whup your ass." "Looks liike a fake to me." "Loan deniied." "Fuck you." "I'll take my busiiness elsewhere." "And for future references, you wiill not be welcome at Ray's Boom-Boom Room." " There's no Boom-Boom Room." " When there iis one." "When there's one, don't come, 'cause you aiin't gettiin' lin." " Smell that?" " Yeah, I smell somethiing." " Smells good, riight?" " I thiink we should go to another place." "The ambiiance aiin't really very welcomiing." "Are you kiiddiin'?" "Tell me you don't want one of these piles riight here." "Them piles look good, but I klinda lost my appetiite." " When I came iin, my appetiite left." " Good afternoon, Biilly." "We'd llike some coffee and a couple sliices of pile." "How do you know my name iis Biilly?" "It says lit riight there on your shiirt." "If you boys can read so good, how come you miissed that siign on the door?" "That siign on the door..." "Why diidn't we see that siign that say "No Coloreds Allowed"?" "We rushed iin." "We was really hungry, so we miissed lit." " We see lit now, so bye." " Look, ma'am we've been travelling all day." " Let's go." "All we want iis some coffee and a couple sliices of pile, all riight?" "No." "These are whiites-only piles." " Well, do you have any Negro piles?" " Claude, come on." "Thiis woman aiin't got the reciipe to lit." "Where would she get that?" "At another establiishment we can get us some piles." " How far to the next town?" " Thiirty-fiive milles." "I'm not driiviing no 35 milles to get no pile." "Lady!" "Ma'am!" "Okay?" "Now we want some pile." "We are hungry." "Biilly, we want some pile." " Let me take care of thiis." " Someone must dile 'cause we want pile?" "Let me take care of 'em." "We're from New York, my name's Ray Giibson." "How much wiill lit cost to turn one of them whiite-only piles iinto niigger pile?" "How about I turn y'all iinto niigger pile?" " So you saiid about 35..." " 35 milles." "We'll fiind another establiishment down the road." "Yeah, I diidn't know whiite folks so seriious about pile down here." " Hey, we're lookiin' for Sliim." " You found hiim." "That's lit, fellas." "Thiirty-siix cases of Miissiissiippii's fiinest." " Fiive bucks a case." "That's $180." " All riight." " What do we got?" " Come on." "Pay the man." "That musiic's hot." "What goes on down there?" "That there's Natchez-Under-The-Hiill." "Colored folks welcome down there?" " Green's the only color that matters there." " Is that riight?" "They got gambliing, giirls." " You boys ought to check lit out." " Maybe we wiill." "Niice doling busiiness..." "Let's go have ourselves a reward, see what's shakiing." " Reward?" " There's people there haviing a good tiime." "I wanna be one of 'em." "I want you to be one of 'em." "Let me tell you somethiing." "Liisten." "Monday, you can go be a bank teller." "Toniight, you're a bootlegger wiith a truckload of hootch and a fiistful of cash." "That's gas money, Ray." "Come on." "Thiink." "Man, you are iincrediible." "Tell you what." "Here's $2." "You stay here, watch the truck." "I'm gonna go have fun." "I got the keys, iif you want to leave me iin the woods." "I know how you thiink, you motherfucker." "Thiis looks liike somethiing here." "I'll keep an eye on you." "Make sure you don't do nothiin' stupiid." " Oh, really?" " Yeah." "Well, step liively." "Don't want them to thiink I'm from here." "They'll know by how I walk, I aiin't from around here." "'Cause I'm from New York Ciity!" " How y'all doling?" " What's up, country boy?" "Tens over niines." "I aiin't never seen you iin here before." "That's 'cause I aiin't never been iin here before." "My name's Sylviia." "What's your name?" " Can't you remember your own name?" " I know lit begiins wiith a "C."" "Well, Mr. "C."" "How about buyiin' a gal a driink?" "Two bourbons." "I really shouldn't." "I gotta keep an eye on my friiend over there." "He look liike he can take care of hiisself." "Claude." "That's my name..." "Claude." "You know that's never happened to me before." "You're cute." "Thank you." "You got any money, Claude?" "Two dollars, but I need that to get home." "What's wrong?" "What you wanna go home for?" "It's so early." "I'll take one." " One for New York." " Thank you." "Me's want one." " Can I get that for you?" " Thanks, baby." " Giive me a deuce." " Here you go, honey." " Thank you." " All riight." " You all want to pllck up thiis country pace?" " Bet's to you, siir." " Bet a dollar." " I'll sees that." "You sees that." "Well, I sees that dollar, and I raiise you $2." "Is "sees" a word?" " All riight now." " I'm out." "You goiin' back to the farm now?" "Piick your tomatoes?" "I'll see the two." "And I raiise you ten." "Damn." "Out." "Mr. Hancock, I don't thiink I have any more money." " Biig ciity boy." " Well, that's too bad." "Now, hold on." "Just giive me two seconds." "Top shelf." "It look good to me." "I thiink that'll cover lit." "Call." "I got a full boat wiith the ladiies doiin' the paddliin'." "I don't thiink they come iin much stronger than that, siir." "Four treys." "What the fuck?" "Broke agaiin." "New York." "New York." "Don't take lit too hard, New York." "Have a round on me." " Can I get you somethiing, siir?" " No, I'm all riight." "Hey!" "What the fuck iis thiis?" " You're hurtiin' my arm." " Where you goiin'?" "Hell, no!" "Hey, Hancock!" "Oh, shiit." "My goodness." "My old friiend, Wiinston Hancock." "I thought we agreed that you was gonna leave town." "I was gonna leave, Sheriiff Piike but your wiife, she begged me to stay." "You just commiitted suiiciide, boy." "Ray, I've been lookiin' for ya." "Guess we better get goiin'." "You stilll got that $2?" "Not exactly." "I met thiis giirl." "Real niice giirl." "A God-feariing giirl." " The same giirl I seen you over here wiith?" " Yeah." " Yeah, she looked reliigiious." " Yeah, well..." "So you gave her the $2?" "She was iin a tiight spot." "Her mama needs thiis operatiion." "She aiin't have the money for iit, and so..." "The church took up a collectiion, but they're short..." " $2 short?" " Uh, yeah." "So I gave lit to her." "When the spiiriit moves me..." "We both got fucked." "Whiile you was doling God's work I was gettiing jack-legged by a farmer and one of these waiitresses." "I know the biitch iis iin here." "They beat me down to my socks." "You lost all our money iin a card game?" "Fuck the money." "It's not even about the money." "I lost my daddy's watch." "Fuck that cheap-ass watch." "I apologiize." "You're riight, lit has to stop." "Once more, I'll take all your fronts out." "See how you go back to New York." " That's how you gonna be iin the car." " I'm sorry." "Say somethiing about the watch." "In fact, just briing up watch." "Look liike you was fiixiin' your mouth to say "watch."" "I'm gonna whup your ass." "Don't even say "watch."" "Don't say lit around me." "Say "liittle clock" or some shiit." "Say "watch," I'm gonna diive." "How do we get home wiithout money?" "We got 36 cases of booze." "That's better than money." "So we gonna driive home drunk." " Is that iit?" " Let me pay, get out." " Where's the giirl who was here?" " What giirl?" ""What giirl?" Next tiime I come here, whiichever biitch I start chokiing, that's her." "Biig-tiime hustler, came and got giirked by a couple of farmers." "Can lit, Claude." "I'm all shot, I just wanna get back to New York." "Oh, shiit." "I thiink he's hurt pretty bad." "Thiis guy's dead." "I aiin't never seen no dead body before." "What are you doiin'?" "The man's been dead two seconds, and you're iin hiis pocket." " Don't you have any respect?" " It aiin't here." " What aiin't there?" " My daddy's watch." "He took my watch." "Motherfucker, you fucked wiith the wrong person." " Now look at your ass out here bleediing." " Hey!" "What you boys doiin' out here?" "Hey, how y'all doiin'?" "We're just takiin' care of our friiend here." "What's wrong wiith thiis one?" " Driink." " Yeah, he's just a liittle drunk." " Nothiing at all, just a liittle drunk." " Nobody drank liike old..." " Ah, Wiinston." "...Wiinston." "Old drunk-ass Wiinston iis always driinkiing." "Thiis fella looks liike he's dead." "No." "He's not dead." "He's drunk." "He driinks untill he passes out." "Let's leave hiim here to sleep lit off." "I'm gonna tell hiis wiife we left hiim." " Let's go to the car." " You boys better come wiith us." "That's riight." "We're gonna go to your car then." "Let's go." "We're gonna go wiith thiis guy." "You know what, Ray?" "You're responsiible for thiis whole siituatiion." "I blame you for everythiing." "If lit wasn't for you, I'd be home now about to have a hot meal." "If not for me, your black ass would be floatiing up on a beach." "Remember that, "my fiinger and thumbs for addiing" shiit?" " I saved your liife." " They thiink we killled somebody." " Thiis iis blood, okay?" " Just shut up." "Liisten." "Just slit down." "Let me work lit out." " I got a job, lit starts Monday." " You'll be late." " 'Cause I got to work thiis whole thiing out." " What the..." " Eveniing, boys." " Eveniing there, Sheriiff." "Well, well." "What do we have here?" "Biilly Bob and the boys found 'em under the hilll wiith Wiinston Hancock." "He was dead." "Looks liike murder." " Yep, lit does." " Is that riight?" "Looks liike they was runniin' hootch." "Got 36 cases of eviidence." " How about a liittle reward, Biilly Bob?" " Thank you, siir." "Why bother wiith bootleggiin' when we got a clear-cut case of murder?" "Sheriiff Piike, liike I told your associiate, we diidn't kiill nobody." "He was liike that when we found hiim." "He was already dead." "Now as far as bootleggiin' goes I happen to work for a very iimportant man back East." "Does the name Spanky Johnson mean anythiing to you?" "Spanky Johnson?" " No, I'm afraiid not." " Hey, Sheriiff Piike." "Sheriiff Piike, liisten." "Thiis guy, Spanky Johnson, iis very well-connected." "Very well-connected." "And iif you were to giive us a break I can guarantee you, he would do somethiing to show hiis appreciiatiion." " Now I'm sure." " Mr. Piike." "You can buy your way out of trouble iin New York Ciity but down here, we take murder very seriiously." "We diidn't kiill hiim." "He was dead when we found hiim." "That's the truth." "The liiquor was ours." " There was no breath iin hiim." " It was our liiquor, but the man was dead." "If that's true, you boys don't have anythiing to worry about." "I guarantee lit." "I'll see y'all iin the morniing." "You beliieve us?" "What tiime you gonna be here iin the morniing'?" " Don't driink all that stuff toniight." " All riight, Sheriiff." " See you iin the morniing." " He sounded liike he beliieved us." "The man's got a poiint." "We diidn't kiill nobody." "What about the truckload of booze?" "That's Spanky's booze!" "Tomorrow, I'm gonna tell that judge, "Judge, we diidn't murder nobody." ""That was Spanky's booze."" "What's the worst that can happen to us?" "Liife!" "What do you mean, "liife"?" "I aiin't doiin' no liife." "I diidn't kiill nobody." "The man was dead when I got there." "Welcome to Mississippi." "Here, you will be provided with ample opportunity to repay your debt to society through the rigors of hard labor." "We got fields need clearing', roads need building' and ditches need digging'." "You will eat only what you can grow." "Your crop don't come in, you go hungry." "This here is Camp 8." "Camp 8 iis for iincorriigiibles." "But whatever you done to get here, beliieve me, I'm not iimpressed." "I've seen lit all before." "We aiin't got no fences here at Camp 8." "We don't need no fences." "We got us the gun liine." "Tell 'em about the gun liine, boss." "Thiis iis the gun liine." "It runs from shack to shack, clear around the yard." "You are now iinsiide the gun liine." "You step outsiide the gun liine wiithout my permiissiion, you wiill be shot." "You triip and fall over the gun liine, you wiill be shot." "You split, you pee you so much as stiick your Johnson out over the gun liine you wiill be shot." "And you, Sliick, don't try to run, don't try to escape." "One of my trustiies wiill put a bullet iin your head." "You priisoners are now the property of the state of Miissiissiippii whiich iis to say I own your ass." "And iin case you haven't met thiis handsome young fella thiis iis Hoppiin' Bob." "You run afoul of Bob, you run afoul of me." "Everybody, shut up!" "Riight now." "I don't wanna hear a sound." "Got some fresh meat for ya." "Riight there." "Take yourself riight there, fiind your ass a bunk." "Move lit." "Actiin' all scared." "We aiin't got no wallflowers iin Camp 8." "Don't y'all worry none." "Aiin't nobody gonna mess wiith ya toniight." "That'd take all the fun out the courtshiip." "You hear me, boy?" "I didn't see nothing special the first time Ray and Claude walked into the cage." "To me, they were just a couple of fools whose luck had run out." "'Course, I was wrong about that." "I don't beliieve thiis "before Abe" shiit." "I diidn't go to niight school to diig no diitch." "What are you doling?" "I wouldn't do that." "Shut up." "What do you know anyway?" "It's too damn hot." " Why aiin't that boy's pllck swiingiin'?" " Why aiin't that pllck swiingiin'?" "Why aiin't that pllck swiingiin', niigger?" "It's too hot." "I'm tiired, boss." "He saiid he's too hot, boss." "He's tiired." "Too hot?" "He's tiired?" "You tell that lazy jiigaboo the state of Miissiissiippii aiin't iinterested iin hiis meteorologiical assessments!" "Liisten up, jiigaboo!" "The state of Miissiissiippii aiin't iinterested iin your your "metacalogiical" assessments!" "You tell hiim the state of Miissiissiippii iis only iinterested iin gettiin' thiis here diitch cleared by sundown." "State of Miissiissiippii wants thiis here diitch cleared by sundown." "Got that?" "Got lit, boss." " He don't sound liike he from around here." " He from New York Ciity, boss." "That one there too." "They'll fiind we do thiings diifferent here." "Yeah, we notiiced." "Don't smart me, boy." "Just shut your mouth and do your work." "Looks liike we got a couple of liive ones." " How long these boys iin for?" " The judge gave 'em the long riide, boss." "Liife, huh?" "They step out of liine agaiin, we'll shorten up that sentence real fast." "Get them piicks a-swiingiing!" "You heard me, New York Ciitiies." "You don't want me to come down there." "I aiin't niice liike Boss." "I'll slap the black off your ass." "Get to work!" "Eiither one of you new fellas know how to read?" "I know how to read." "Why?" "I've been carryiing thiis letter for four months." "You mean none of y'all can read?" "Last fella that could read made parole around Chriistmas." "I don't even know who thiis come from." "Giive me thiis." "You can't read?" "Almost 60 years old, motherfucker can't read." "It's from your mama's neiighbor, Mrs. Tadwell." "You know who?" "She thought you ought to know your second cousiin, Bo, diied." "Bo diied." "And your cousiin, Sally, on your daddy's slide, she diied." " And apparently your siister diied too." " Jenny?" "No, lit say Marleen here." "Marleen diied." "Oh, no." "Jenny diied too." "Jenny and Marleen both dead." "It goes on for a whiile about how the crop diidn't come iin on account of the frost." "She ends sayiing there was a biig tornado iin whiich your mama and daddy were both killled." "Don't worry, 'cause she gonna take care of the dog." "That iis, iif he gets over the worms." "Dog had worms." " Appreciiate lit." " Yeah, you know, anytiime I can help out." "Anybody else got somethiing they want read?" "Can't blame y'all." " How ya doiin'?" " I'm fline, thanks." "Good." "Fiirst tiime iin?" "Nah, not at all." "I've been iin and out of priison, mostly iin." "So you won't have no problem adjustiing?" "Shouldn't have a problem, no." "If you need anythiing of any kiind, giive me a holler." "My name's Jangle Leg." " I appreciiate lit." "Jangle Leg?" " Jangle Leg, Jangle Leg." " I'm Claude." " Claude." "Your hand niice and supple, liike a lady." "Jangle Leg!" "What the hell I tell you about piitchiin' woo on the job, boy?" "Sorry, Cap'n." "Story tiime iis over." "All you siissiies get back to work riight now." " He made a pass at me." " Yeah, I see." "Why do you thiink they call hiim Jangle Leg?" "You're gonna fiind out before me." " Eyes front, miister." " Everybody doling that." "I'm hungry." " See how you get that off?" " Eat and stop aggravatiing people." "I aiin't aggravatiing nobody." "You got nerve, scrapiing toast and shiit, makiing excess noiise." " You're makiing a lotta noiise there." " The spoon, lit's fiilthy." " Fiilthy, aiin't lit?" " Fuck that spoon and just eat." " I'm Ray Giibson, thiis iis Claude Banks." " Wiilliie Long." " You seem sensiible." "Why you iin here?" " It's a long story." "At 13, he killled a son of a biitch wiith a claw hammer." " So they say." " A lot of people say lit." " Waiit, you been iin here siince you were 13?" " That's riight." "How about you?" "How long you been here?" " He chopped hiis siister wiith an axe." " She was my half-siister so I cut her ass iin half, but I diidn't poiison my ma and pa." " Now tell that." "Tell that." " They deserved lit, Radiio." "What you talkiin' about?" "You skiinned your landlady aliive and made a jacket out of her." "Well, at least he diidn't kiill Santa Claus." "Santa?" "Whiich one of you killled hiim?" "It wasn't Santa Claus." "He was just weariing the suiit and riingiing a bell." " He had presents." " I aiin't get nothling." "You killled a Salvatiion man, the dude on the street wiith the bell?" " Somethiing liike that." " He dild." "Nobody triied to escape?" " They never get too far." " Cookiie got to Greenviille a few years ago." "Take a miighty cagey country boy to naviigate the woods." "Gotta know what you're doiin'." "What'd y'all do?" "What the fuck dild y'all do?" " We went on..." " The most viiolent a viiolent kiilliing spree." "All around the country we've been kiilliing people." "All month." "If y'all was out and readiing the papers..." "Aiin't heard about lit?" "Claude and Ray?" "Sometiimes you got to do certaiin shiit..." " He'd cut your throat." " I go where I need to go to get lit done." "If you push my button, there's no telliing what I may do stab you, choke you, blite you." "I'd do whatever lit takes to make a motherfucker stop exiistiing." "I could stab a niigger riight now." "I beat a motherfucker to death." "Don't fuck wiith us." "You don't really wanna fuck wiith us." "Press the wrong button, niigger pop." "Hey, giirl." "You gonna eat your corn bread?" " Oh, trouble." " Don't say nothiin' to hiim." "You talkiin' to me?" "Yeah, I thiink he's talkiing to you." "No, not at all." "I want you to have lit." "Wiilliie, you miind passiing thiis down to..." "No." "Don't pass your corn bread to hiim." " That's your corn bread." " I'm a grown man." "I'm not gonna eat thiis." "If he wants the corn bread, have lit." "If he wants corn bread, let hiim up to the front and get hiis own." "That's your corn bread." "Fuck hiim." "He gonna eat hiis corn bread." "Fuck you." "I don't need you to take up for me." "I'm a grown man." "I can handle lit." "If you let hiim have lit, you'll be iironiing hiis drawers." " I aiin't gonna be iironiing." " Maybe I ought to eat your corn bread." "Motherfucker, you can't have my corn bread, that's for damn sure." "If you try to take lit, part two of my kiilliin' spree gonna begiin up here on your ass now." "If you're thiinkiin' about my corn bread, forget lit." " That's for sure." "Fuck that." " Cool lit." "I'm from New York Ciity, goddamn lit." "Nobody take no corn bread from me." "That go for you and any other of you motherfuckiing farmers." "You fuck around wiith me, there's gonna be consequences and repercussiions." "Get up!" "Come on!" "Show that son of a biitch how y'all do iit iin Harlem." "Come on, New York." "I appreciiate you takiing the trouble over my corn bread." "You don't get a lot of compliiments here." "Get up!" "I thiink you made your poiint, whatever that iis." "Now's a good tiime to throw iin the towel, you know what I'm sayiin'?" "Not over no corn bread." "Goldmouth, I know a biitch named Della hilt harder than you." "That's lit." "The man's taken enough of a beatiing." "Goldmouth, pllck hiim up and carry hiim on iinsiide." "He aiin't gettiin' my corn bread." "You were scared, huh?" "Don't be scared." "Papa!" "That's my boy." "Request permiissiion to go to the tonk, boss." "Conjugal viisiits are for marriied priisoners only and I don't see no weddiin' riing." "Can't you make an exceptiion?" "I could lissue a temporary marriiage liicense, for a nomiinal fee." " Here you go." " Sure iis pretty." "I now pronounce you man and wiife." "You go have a good tiime." "Claude Banks goiing to the tonk!" " Come on, now." " Fiive cents." "Hey, New York." "You ever been to that Cotton Club?" "The Cotton Club iin Manhattan?" "Many tiimes." "I damn near liived iin the Cotton Club." "It's all riight." "They aiin't got nothiin' on the Boom-Boom Room." "You ever go to New York, go to Ray's Boom-Boom Room." "What iis the Boom-Boom Room?" "That's my spot." "Most happeniing space iin Manhattan." "So you got your own niightclub?" "It's klinda iin the development stages, but I'm workiing on lit." "So lit don't exiist?" "It exiists iin my miind." "It start your braiin fiirst." "As a man thiink lit, so shall he get." "Some shiit liike that." "You know, you read the Biible." "Diid you go see my cousiin Melviin liike I asked you to lin my letter?" "Of course, I diid." "He saiid he'd fille an appeal riight away." "Melviin wanted to know iif he should fille an appeal for your friiend." "Ray Giibson?" "No." "No, Daiisy." "He's the reason I'm iin here." "He's got a record a mille long." "I got a better shot of gettiin' outta here on my own." "You tell Melviin to thiink about me." "Just concentrate on me." " Cookiie made me a map to Greenviille." " So?" " You know what I'm sayiin'." " I know what you're sayiin'." "If you made lit that far, they'd check every traiing that pulls out of the statiion." "We aiin't takiin' the traiing." "There's a farm on the map and a boat on the farm." "You know about boats?" "You probably don't know how to swiim." "I know a boat can help saiil our ass away from here." "We can do thiis shiit." " Why are you always sayiing "we"?" " What?" "There's no "we." There's a me, and there's a you." " Why're you talkiin' so loud?" " There aiin't no "we" between us." "Hey, Ray!" "Yeah?" "What's the name of that niightclub of yours agaiin?" " You talkiin' about the Boom-Boom Room?" " Yeah." "That's lit." "I'd sure liike to see that place when you get lit all up and runniin'." " Yeah, me too." " Me too." "I'd llike to see that room too." "You should've been there last niight." "You'd have had biig fun." "What you talkiin' about, "last niight"?" "Just liike I saiid, last niight." "Satchmo was there and nearly blew the roof off." " Ray, who that?" " Satchmo." "You mean Louiis Armstrong?" "I call hiim Satchmo." "I know hiim." "I call hiim Satchmo, and he come by whenever he iin town." "Aiin't nobody wantiing to hear that bullshiit." "Shut the fuck up." "Always sayiing thiings at the wrong tiime." "Go to sleep." "Let us have our fun." "Fiiniish telliing us about Satchmo." "Go ahead, tell me more." "As I was sayiin', last niight y'all should've come by." "You'll never guess who'll be there toniight." "Who gonna be there?" " Who that, Ray?" " Just guess." ""I got a man that's more than 8-foot tall" ""Four foot shoulders and that aiin't all" ""He's a kiing-siized papa" ""He's my kiing-siized papa"" "Siing, giirl!" ""I take the door off the hiinges When my baby comes to call"" "Catch any cab headiin' uptown all the driivers know about Ray's Boom-Boom Room." "Ray!" "Where am I?" "Goldmouth, somebody's gotta watch the door." "Now I could get used to thiis." "Ladiies." "Ray, thiis steak tastes liike butter." "Made lit just for you, Cookiie." " You got some steak sauce?" " Boy, get us some Worcestershiire sauce." "And clean off that damn table, or I'll whup your ass." "Is somethiing wrong wiith your ears?" "Move lit!" "Ray!" "I know your club got gambliing." "Poker." "Wouldn't be a club wiithout some diice." "Lucky seven!" "My man!" "Let lit riide!" "All riight, Poker, lettiin' lit riide." " Raiid!" "Don't move!" " Shiit!" "Party's over." " Son of a biitch!" " Goddamn!" "Party over." "Get the back door!" "Put all the women iin my car!" "Giibson!" "You about ready to spend the niight iin the hole." "Now shut up and go to sleep." "You got that?" "That goes for the rest of you giirls too." "Now I don't wanna hear another peep about no fuckiin' Boom-Boom Room." "Sorry, Cap'n." "Shut your mouth and your fat ass." "Don't be playiing wiith yourselves." "You gotta work iin the morniing." "Mail call!" "That's milne." "You know I hate thiis part, lit's too hard for me." "I'm gonna get back to that game iin a liittle whiile." " Riight here." " Melviin Banks, Esquiire, Attorney at Law." " What's goiing on?" " Thiis don't concern you." "Excuse me." "Yeah, obviiously not." "Slow up." "You see me countiin'." "Go on." "Come on." "Thiis here iis Biiscuiit." "Thiis iis New York Ciity One..." "Let's move on!" "Only 15 hours of dayliight left." "Got all my rocks here, boss." "Sure iis hot." "Thiink lit's gonna raiin later?" " What you want?" " What makes you thiink I want somethiing?" "My dad told me when someone talks about the weather, watch your wallet." "Your daddy must have been a wiise man." "Cut the shiit and tell me what you want." "You stilll got that map?" "Yeah, I stiill got lit." "Why?" "If you thiinkiin' about bookiin' lit, I want iin." "I thiink we can make lit." "Diidn't you tell me there was no "we"?" "Now lit's "we" agaiin?" "What happened?" "Bad news iin that letter?" "My cousiin Melviin iis a lawyer and he filled an appeal on my behalf." "On your behalf?" "What happened to "we"?" " The appeal was deniied." " I'm glad." "Daiisy fell for Melviin." "They're engaged to be marriied." " Can you beliieve that?" " That's hard to beliieve." "He a biig, successful New York lawyer and you here wiith a briight future iin cotton." "Let me fiigure lit out for you." "Eeniie, meeniie, miiney, Melviin!" "Come on, Ray." "I'm seriious." "Don't shut me out." "You, me, the map... we can go places." "The whole tiime we been here you just blame thiis shiit on me." "And you just thiink about yourself." " Your liittle scheme." "Was I part of that?" " No." "You'll be honest now 'cause you wanna be friiends." "Let me tell you somethiin', Mr. My-Shiit-Don't-Stiink Banks." "You got to learn a whole lot more about friiendshiip." "Boss, he aiin't workiin'!" " Does thiis mean I'm iin?" " Nah, you'd probably slow me down." "You'll be worryiing about your siilverware beiing clean." "You one of them soft motherfuckers." " What you say?" " I saiid you soft." "So what?" " What you gonna do?" " No man calls me soft." "I hate that!" "I'm a man, and I called you soft." "I don't liike you swelliin' all up." "Why you takiin' lin all thiis aiir for?" "What's on your miind?" "You gonna put your chiin up?" "That mean somethiing to me?" "'Cause I saiid "soft"?" "So what?" "I spell lit." "S-O-F-capiital-T!" "Soft!" "What you gonna do?" "You must be crazy." "I'll kiill you." " Oh, thiis iis good." " Break lit up!" "I'm gettiin' ready to shoot somebody here!" "I'm gonna shoot a motherfucker today." "Aiin't gonna forget thiis, you New York Ciitiies." " He started lit." " Don't go to sleep, niigger." "I don't mess wiith nobody." "You know that." "Get back to work." "Thiis aiin't over, niigger." "I don't giive a fuck what he say." "I'll shoot your ass." "Don't go to sleep!" "We'll see who go to sleep." "Shiit." "Come on!" "Two runniing!" "I know these trees all look aliike, but thiis one iis awful famiiliiar." "Let me see that map." "You call thiis a map?" "What was Cookiie smokiin' when he drew thiis?" "Cookiie diidn't draw lit." "I drew lit up." "We're iin the miiddle of nowhere." "You don't know where we're goiin'." "I drew lit 'cause you wouldn't come unless I had a map." "Now come on!" "Waiit up." "Waiit up!" "Take the dogs around the house!" "Y'all briing the dogs wiith me!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Here they are, Superiintendent." "Tracked 'em all the way to the Tallahatchiie." "That's quiite a ways, iisn't lit?" "I'm glad you New York boys got to see some of our beautiiful countrysiide whiile we got you here." "Mae Rose!" "What do you thiink we oughta do to teach 'em a lesson?" "A niight iin the hole?" "A niight iin the hole." "Better make lit a week." "No, don't move so fast." "Fuck y'all!" " Hey, Claude!" " What?" "You got a toillet iin yours?" "That was the first time that Ray and Claude ran but it sure wasn't the last." "Japan suffers its most crushing defeat of the war." "Years passed, and the world went to war for a second time." "While they was fightin' for freedom on the outside we were dreamin' about it on the inside." "Camp 8 iis for iincorriigiibles." "Whatever you done, I'm not iimpressed." "I've seen lit all before." "You probably notiiced that we got no fences at Camp 8." "We don't need fences 'cause we got a gun liine." "It runs from..." "What the hell you doiin'?" "The boy can't talk." "Somethiin' wrong wiith hiis head." "Just can't get riight, boss." ""Can't get riight."" "All riight." "We'll see how long he lasts." " Where was I?" " We don't need no fences at Camp 8." " What?" " We don't need no fences here at Camp 8." " The gun liine, boss." " Yes." "You priisoners are now iinsiide the gun liine." "When Dillard found out that Claude was a baseball man he put him in charge of the team." "That way, when we lost, he could blame it on somebody else." "No, that's not lit." "Try to teach 'em the fiiner poiints of the game share my wiisdom, but do they liisten?" "They damn sure don't learn." "You're dealiin' wiith a total lack of talent." "Aiin't nobody got no talent." "Every year, Camp 12 wiins the champiionshiip." "Every year they get to roast a viictory pllg." "Thiis year, I want that pllg." "Jangle Leg, put lit riight to hiim." "That's what I'm talkiing about!" "Who wants to hilt next?" " Fiind the card." " Don't nobody wanna hilt?" "Do you wanna hilt?" "Let Can't Get Riight have a swling." " Hiim?" " He can't be worse than the rest." "Let the boy have a swling." "Let's see what you can do." "Put that bat iin your hand, hold lit tiight and take a niice swling." "Jangle Leg, a liittle easy on hiim." " He's new, so we don't wanna..." " Don't try to hurt the man." "Even swling, Can't Get Riight." "Don't be scared of the ball." "That wasn't bad." "Put that on lit." "That miight have been one of those retard miistakes." "Giive hiim that triicky one." "Damn." "Daddy!" " That's just llike fresh water." " Hey, my liittle giirl." " Look liike liittle Mae Rose done growed up." " And out." "That giirl got gams." "How was the honeymoon?" " You gonna stay for supper?" " 'Fraiid not." "I'm shiippiin' out thiis afternoon." "You lookiin' a liittle biit too hard." "Duh, my ass." "You better just..." "Turn around to the left." "We have a problem." "It's all riight to glance occasiionally but you look liike you wanted to go and start fuckiing." "Turn around." "I'm keepiin' you out of some trouble." "Paiint the fence." "Banks!" "Get over here." "I'll be riight back." "Stan Blocker, a scout for the niigger leagues." "Negro leagues, actually." "Piittsburgh Crawfords." "Ever hear of us?" "We get the games on the radiio sometiimes." "We played iin Jackson yesterday heard you got a boy who can hilt the ball." "You must mean Can't Get Riight." "That's hiim over there." ""Can't Get Riight"?" "That's the kiid's name?" "Yep." "Can I talk to hiim?" "You could try, but you won't get too far." "Why're you iinterested?" "Crawfords are always lookiing for new talent." "Maybe you haven't notiiced, but thiis iis a priison." "There are ways around that." "Riight, Sergeant?" "One never knows." "Niice lookiing squad." " Look at the way she glows." " She iis pretty, iisn't she?" "Thanks, Mom." "And we're gonna have a baby." "Oh my goodness." "Can't Get Riight, no, you can't do that." "Let's keep what miind you got focused." "If you hilt that ball, you miight be our tiicket off thiis farm." "Come on." "Thiink viictory." "The ball!" "Keep your eye on the ball." "Get up underneath that motherfucker." "Do your thiing!" "Put some of that dumb strength on lit!" "We gonna knock that shiit riight off the team!" "That's what I'm talkiin' about!" "Don't stand there!" "Run!" "Run!" "Go!" "Just haul ass!" "Run, niigger, run!" "Oh, that's our tiicket off thiis farm." "You mark my words." "In fiive years, there'll be a colored man iin the majors." "I don't thiink the world changed that much." "Maybe not yet, but iit wiill." "I'll be out of a job." "That's some tasty hootch." "It's amaziing what Ray can do wiith potato skiins and some molasses." "What you thiink about our boy?" "He got somethiing?" "He could be the next Josh Giibson." "It's gettiing late, boys." "We got a game iin Memphiis tomorrow." "What about us?" "Don't forget to mentiion us." "'Cause we liike hiis handlers." "We take care of everythiing for hiim." "I'll put iin a good word for you." "He can't functiion wiithout us." " You've done a good job wiith hiim." " Thanks." " We're hands-on wiith hiim." " Okay." "All riight." " Take care." " Have a niice day." " Walked off wiith my driink." " Sure dild." "I aiin't gonna say nothiin'." "Have a good day!" " Y'all come on over here!" " Y'all got somethiing to driink?" "Look what we got!" "Some of your stuff." "Can't Get Riight, thiis one's for you, baby!" "What iin the world?" "What?" " Is Mae Rose all riight?" " She's doiin' just fline." "What about the baby?" "He's a biig'un." ""He"?" "It's a boy?" "Honey, lit's a boy!" "Yeah, buddy!" "Let me see that boy!" "Where iis that boy?" "Show me that grandboy!" "I want every man iin thiis camp on the liine riight now!" "Riight now!" "I mean riight now!" "Briing 'em out here!" "Let me see 'em!" "Hope not." "It was somebody iin thiis camp." "I can feel lit iin my bones." "Daddy, giive me my baby back." "What you laughiin' at?" "You laughiin' at me?" "You know who the daddy of that chocolated baby iis?" "You do?" "Well, who lis lit?" "Speak up!" "It's my baby, boss." "He's lyiing." "I'm the father of that baby." "Boss, I'm that baby's daddy." "Any fool can see that baby belongs to me." "I wanna diiffer." "That liittle rascal belong to me." "Proud to say, boss, I'm that baby's daddy." " I be the pa, boss." " I'm the pa of that there young'un." "I the pappy." "That was the last we ever saw of Superintendent Abernathy and little Mae Rose." "To celebrate his departure Camp 8 threw ourselves a little party." "Ray provided the moonshine and Claude managed to scare up some girls." "It wasn't quite the Boom-Boom Room, but it was close enough." "Come on, now." "She don't mean nothiin' to hiim." "Don't pay that no miind." "To hell wiith hiim." "It aiin't that." "What's your problem, siittiin' around lookiin' all sad and shiit?" "It's almost all riight iin here today." "What's thiis?" "A release form." "You gettiin' out thiis month." " What you siittiin' around lookiin' all sad for?" " What am I gonna do out there?" "I can't go home to my mama liike thiis." "You are crazy." "Your mama gonna be happy when you get home." "But not llike thiis, Ray." "Hey, look." "The world done changed a lot." "It's 1945, boy." "Not for me, lit aiin't." "You can't stay here." "That's for damn sure." "Anybody else iin the place would giive hiis riight arm..." "I know I would." "Shiit." "Fuckiin' release papers, siittiin' over here lookiin' sad." "I won't slit here wiith you lookiin' sad." "You got the best news of the day and you're siittiing here lookiing sad." "You cheer up." "You're goiin' home." "Hey, man, that's good news." "Come on." "You're goiin' home." "You gonna smilie?" "There you go." "I'll see you iin a miinute." "Where you goiin', Biiscuiit?" "Where you goiin'?" "Don't do that!" "Hold lit riight there!" "Man over the liine!" "I got Chiicago!" " Goldmouth, I got Chiicago!" " Yeah?" "Come on, fellas." " Where you goiin'?" " Why you all dressed up?" "What's thiis?" "What the fuck iis goiing on?" "Blocker!" "What's goiin' on here?" "The kiid's gettiin' out." "I got hiim a pardon." "What about me and Ray?" "Our names aiin't on the pardon." " You saiid you put iin a good word for us." " I diid." "I mentiioned you." "I mentiioned both of you." "But the fact iis, pardons don't come cheap." "That kiid can hilt." "What can you guys do?" "We're the ones who worked wiith hiim niight and day." " Forget lit, man." "Let lit go." "I'm not gonna let lit go." "The man saiid he was gonna put iin a good word." "Explaiin yourself." "But the kiid's gettiin' out, that's what you wanted." "Yeah." "Of course." "You show them Crawfords how to play ball." "Make 'em throw you striikes." "Go." "You're a free man." "It's all riight." " Come on, son." " We love you, boy." "Hiit that ball, boy." "You hilt one out the park for me." "Play hard, Can't Get Riight!" "We'll catch you on the radiio!" "All riight." "So that's that." "A new boy told me they're farmiing that land by the swamp." " He saw a crop duster flyiin'..." " I'm not lin the mood." "It's behiind the barn." "It can't be that hard to fly lit." " Lots of people do iit." " They're called piilots." "I'm not lin the mood for your fucked-up plans." "I don't hear you comiin' up wiith no plan!" "My plan iis on hiis way to Piittsburgh riight now." "Can't Get Riight just got a pardon siigned by the governor, thanks to us." "But we can't do nothiin' for ourselves." "Don't you feel a liittle frustrated riight now?" " Crop duster." " I'm not gettiin' lin no aiirplane wiith you." "I'm fiinally wrappiing my miind around thiis whole concept." " What concept iis that?" " They threw us iin thiis shiithole for liife." "Don't you get lit?" "We gonna dile here." "We miight as well head to the cemetery, pllck a plot and start diiggiing." "My daddy diied iin a place liike thiis because of what you're sayiin'." "He gave up hope and hung hiisself." "I aiin't goiin' out liike that!" "Maybe you're fooliin' yourself." "Maybe you just a chilp off the old block." "Take that back, or we aiin't friiends no more." "News flash." "We aiin't never been friiends." "We just been stuck together for 12 years." "It's been nothiin' but pure hell siince the moment I ran iinto you." "Every tiime I look at you, I get slick to my stomach thiinkiin' what my liife could've been iif I never bumped iinto you." "Slow down, you miight say somethiing you'll regret." " You better quiiet down, niigger." " Only thiing I regret iis the day I met you." " That's the way lit iis?" " Yeah, that's the way lit iis." "I aiin't got nothiin' else to say to your ass." "Thank you!" "Now if you ask me, when Can't Get Right left Camp 8 a piece of Claude left with him." "And with Ray and Claude not talkin' the place felt a little harder, a little colder." "I have a dream." "I'm the greatest!" "I'm the king of the world." "We got to fight for ourselves." "I'll see y'all iin New York Ciity!" "Oh, shiit!" "Round about 1972 I got transferred to the infirmary and those two fools were still at it." "But no matter how tough a man is he spends enough time on this farm he'll find his breaking point." "It could be triggered by any little thing." "A face." "A voice." "Even a smell." "Whiite-only piles." "Man over the liine!" "That boy went crazy." "You comfortable?" "As a pailr of fur-liined bedroom sliippers." "That's very amusiin'." "We'll see how them sliippers feel after about 24 hours." "I need a volunteer!" "Giibson, stand up." "I'll make you trusty riight now." "If that piie-eatiin' bastard step off them bottles iif so much as one toe hilt that diirt I want you to shoot hiim iin hiis ass." "I want you to kiill hiim." "I want you to shoot hiim dead." "You do that, I swear to God, you're a free man." "I'll walk you out the gate myself." "What d'ya say?" "I got to be honest wiith you, boss." "You don't wanna giive me that gun, 'cause I'd probably shoot you wiith lit." "That was the wrong answer, boy." "You a fool." "I'd have taken that deal." "I beg pardon?" "You say somethiing to me?" "I'd have knocked you off, put a bullet iin your ass and be halfway to New York riight now." "Well, my goodness." "After all these years of bliissful siilence I forgot how annoyiing the sound of your voiice iis." "I hope you know I don't owe you a damn thiing." "I aiin't do nothiin' for you to owe me." "What you got I aiin't got?" "I diid lit for me." "I'm a man." "I aiin't no motherfuckiing, bootliickiin' trusty." "You'll make me fall off, talkiin' to your ass." "It's about beiing poiised." "Just poiise yourself." "Poiise, my ass." "Sorry to hear about your mama passiing." "Yeah, about fiive years ago." "Thank you." "Siince we're talkiin', I thought I'd mentiion lit." "We not talkiin', you talkiin'." "And doiin' a liittle biit too much of lit." "Every tiime you start talkiin', I almost fall..." " Would you stop..." " Don't say nothiin' else to me!" " You about to make me fall." " Hold stilll, don't say nothiin'." "Oh!" "Damn, one of my toes iin the bottle." "Damn lit, Ray, shiit." "What you laughiin' about?" "What's so funny?" "Thiinkiin' about you runniin' wiith bullets flyiin' over your head." "That's somethiing to see there." "That was a slight to see." "Bullets weren't the problem, Ray." "That pile was too hot." "Burned my damn tongue." "It sure iis good talkiin' to you agaiin." "Good talkiin' to you too." "Come on!" "Let's move!" "We got 14 acres of land to clear today!" "Let's go!" "Giibson, Banks, get your sorry asses over here." "Every morniin' I wake up prayiin' that the two of you have diied iin theiir sleep." "And every morniin' you diisappoiint me." "Sorry, boss." "You two got 15 miinutes to clear out your lockers." "The both of you have been transferred to the superiintendent's mansiion." "And I, for one, won't mliss you." "Here's your mediiciine, Mr. Wiilkiins." "My piills." "Thank you." "You're welcome." "Oh, yard boy." "Thiis myrtle could use some attentiion." "Perhaps some fertiiliizer would restore iits exuberance." "Get your ass to work." "Tell me what you thiink of thiis place." "It's one of these new retiirement communiitiies they bullit down on the Gulf." "I ought to try to enjoy myself what few years I got left." "Let's take a look at thiis." "Eyesiight aiin't what iit once was." "Ooh, thiis iis niice here." ""Ocean viiews... palm trees."" ""Two heated swiimmiing pools."" "Sounds a damn slight better than that iinfiirmary across the way where I'm gonna end up, I'll tell you that." "I must apologiize." "That was rude of me." "That's all riight." "Takes more than some colorful brochure to hurt my feeliings." "You've been on the farm for quiite a spell, haven't you?" "Over 40 years now." "Me and Ray Giibson out there." "Forty years." "That's a long tiime for any criime, even murder." "It's a hell of a lot longer when you're iinnocent." "Half the men iin thiis priison swear they're iinnocent." "Don't ya thiink that's klinda funny?" "You have to forgiive me iif I don't laugh." "Excuse me." "What you lookiin' at, Ray?" " Just what the fuck you lookiin' at?" " I notiiced that I notiiced you and Mr. Wiilkiins been miighty friiendly lately." "Y'all wanna be a new couple or somethiing'?" "Kiiss my ass." "Mr. Wiilkiins just an old man that liike to talk." "That's all that iis, Ray." "That's all." "Y'all liike to talk." "I'm lonely, and I liike to talk too." "What you wanna talk about?" "I wanna talk about the plan you've been workiing on." "I aiin't workiin' on no plan!" "I know ya." "And I know when you got somethiin' brewiin'." "What I got brewiin'?" " You tell me!" " You done lost your damn miind." "I don't care what you beliieve." "You got somethiin' up your sleeve." "Thiink I'm gonna stay up arguiing wiith you?" "You cuttiin' iinto my sleepiin' tiime." "Kiiss my ass and good niight." "Go to sleep, niigger." "I hope lit's the long one." "Why you talkiin' iinstead of sleepiin'?" "I'm goiing to sleep." "Why don't you?" "Why can't I just slit here and look at your ass?" "And wonder what you got up your sleeve." "I got somethiin' brewiin'." "I got an ass-whuppiin' for ya iif you don't stop fuckiin' wiith me." " That's riight." " All riight." "Sleep tiight." "I hope your ass pilss the bed wiith that weak-ass bladder of yours." "If I do, then I'll put the sheets on you." "How you liike that?" "Where the hell you thiink you goiin'?" "Mr. Wiilkiins' driiver got the flu, and he asked me to filll iin for hiim." "How you gonna fiill iin for somebody?" "You can't driive." "You aiin't got a liicense, aiin't drove iin 40 years." "He know you're takiin' hiis liife iinto your hands?" " Shut up." " No." "Where the hell you goiin'?" " Lf you must know..." " Then I must know." "I got to know." "Greenviille." "Piick up the new superiintendent at the bus statiion." "What's wiith the old pretty suiit?" "You Harry Belafonte?" "I look very dapper, very debonaiir, don't I?" "Now don't touch thiis car." "I pilss on the motherfucker." "Aiin't gonna touch lit." " Why you got to say nasty shiit?" " 'Cause I'm a nasty motherfucker." "You know I trust you, Claude." " I hope so." " Be riight back." "What the fuck?" "Naturally, I had to get set down next to your proverbiial hypochondriiac miiddle-aged fat lady wiith a goddamn wart on her nose haiir growiin' out of lit, for Chriist's sakes." "I tell ya, I got to know her goddamn gall bladder like the back of my goddamn hand." "Claude?" "Mr. Piike, Claude." "There you go, boy." "Come on." "It's tiime to go." "Let me get that door for you." "You just stretch out." "Now you're sure lit was hiim." "Some faces you just don't forget." "Warren Piike iis one of 'em." "Got a biird!" "That's quiite a haul." "What d'ya say, Mr. Piike?" "You about ready to call lit a day?" "Yeah, lit's gettiin' late and I sure as hell could use a niice, hot bath." "That's a miighty fline tiimepiiece you got there, Mr. Piike." " Even play a fancy tune, huh?" " Yeah, lit's speciial." " They don't make 'em liike that anymore." " I'll bet they don't." "Would you miind iif I asked where you got that from?" "My wiife gave lit to me on our anniiversary some years back." "About 40 years back?" "Forty years." "Yeah, somethiing liike that." "She giive you that scar on your face too?" "I oughta kiill you for that remark." "What's goiin' on here?" "I thiink I miight just have to teach thiis uppiity niigger a lesson iin manners." "Ray, be cool." "You gonna get us iin a lot of trouble now." "He's riight, Giibson." "You put that gun down, or I'm gonna have to shoot ya." "Then we about to be some shot-up motherfuckers." "Don't nobody shoot nobody." "Ray I wanna see thiis son of a biitch dead." "I don't wanna see you go down wiith hiim." "Giive me the gun." "He got my daddy's watch!" "He killled Wiinston Hancock!" "Don't liisten to hiim." "He's crazy." " Stop." "Thiink about what you're sayiin'." " I know what I'm sayiin'!" "That's the only thiing my daddy ever giive me." "Is there any truth iin what thiis man iis sayiing?" "What the hell diifference does lit make?" "At least the state of Miissiissiippii got 40 years of cheap labor out of the deal." "Motherfucker, you took our liives." "Giimme the gun." " I'm gonna kiill thiis motherfucker myself." " No!" "Put lit down, Piike!" "I beliieve thiis belongs to me." "My daddy's watch." "We were walkiin' back." "A biird came out low on our left." "I swung on lit." "Mr. Piike walked diirectly iin my liine of fiire." "Where were the two conviicts when the shot was fiired?" "They were loadiin' up the truck." "They'd gone on ahead." "Why don't he just tell hiim the truth?" "Nobody wanna hear iit." "He gonna tell 'em what they wanna hear." " I don't know." " We'll talk." "Here he comes." "I thiink they bought lit." "One of the deputiies iis a member of my church." "Giibson, I don't thiink there's any way that I could, uh..." "Claude..." "There's no way to make up for 40 years." "I'll get Charliie to to draw up your pardon papers iin the morniing." " Would you miind helpiin' me upstaiirs?" " Sure, boss." "I'm not your boss." "I'm not your boss." "Not anymore." "So Ray and Claude get theiir pardons, riight?" "No, aiin't get theiir pardons, man." "If they got theiir pardons back then, we wouldn't be buryiin' them today." " That's riight." " Damn." "What happened iis old man Wiilkiins never come out of the bathroom." "Sat riight there and diied on the shiitter." "That must've been pretty messed up for them." "What happened to them after that, old-tiimer?" "Let's see." "What happened after that?" "Oh, yeah!" "They got old." "Shiit." "We all got old." "And getting out took on a whole new meaning." "Looks liike Jonsey got hiis walkiing papers." "Yeah, there he go." "Over to the morgue, up the hilll to the cemetery." "You were riight when you saiid what you saiid." "You saiid we wasn't never gonna get out of thiis place." "And you were riight." "You saiid the only way we gonna get outta here iis through the morgue and the cemetery." "And you're riight, 'cause we riight here." "Riight here, riight now." "Yeah, I remember sayiing that." "We next." "Let's be real." "We next." "You liike baseball?" "We on deck." " On deck for what?" " For what?" "That upper room, niigger." ""The upper room" ""When Jesus..."" "Know where that iis, the upper room they're siingiin' about?" " "The upper room"" " Yeah, I'll tell you what." "You dile fiirst, I'm gonna sling at your funeral." "I'm gonna just bust up iin the motherfucker and go "Upper room."" "Let 'em shoot me." "I don't giive a fuck iif they take me out siingiin'." " You crazy, Ray." " Hell, yeah." "Friiend." "Yeah." "We next." "I wanna be at the game." "I'm on a roll." ""Mama and my daddy don't know how"" "Two Percodan." "There you go." "Giimme what you got." "I'll raiise ya." "Yo, what the fuck are those?" "It helps keep the cholesterol down." "Do I look liike I giive a damn about my cholesterol?" " You want a bump, G?" " No, I don't want none of that shiit." " That's riight." " I wouldn't put that lin my nose." " You know how they get lit iin here?" " Tell hiim how." "People smuggle lit iin... iin theiir ass." " Say what?" " I know the motherfucker that briing lit iin." "That come out of somebody's asshole, so go on, enjoy." "I know iif I got to get hiigh I got to smell some shiit, I aiin't gonna have none." "That aiin't hiigh." "That's low." "That cocaiine, heroiin, mariijuana, all that shiit, briing lit all iin here iin theiir ass." "Look liike lit's up to you, ass-sniiffer." "Boys, come and get lit!" "Jell-O!" " Jell-O puddiing!" " Play one more hand." " I'm gonna get my Jell-O." " Come on." "Y'all gonna take all my money and go run off 'cause nurse saiid "Jell-O."" " Ray." " I don't want no Jell-O." "I aiin't saiid nothiin' about the Jell-O." "I was thiinkiin' about what we talked about thiis afternoon." " I thiink I got a plan." " You got a plan?" "I'm a viisiionary on thiis one." " You got lit all worked out?" " I thiink I really do." "Liisten here." "Any plan you got I don't even wanna hear 'cause I know lit's fucked up." "All fucked up." "If you don't wanna beliieve me, don't." "I'm too old." "I aiin't got tiime for no plan." "I'm 90 years old." "I never thought I'd see the day that old Ray Giibson giive up hope." " Never thought..." " Say what now?" "I saiid I never thought I'd hear the day that old Ray Giibson giive up hope." "I aiin't giive up no motherfuckiin' hope." "I'm keepiin' lit real liike them niiggers iin here keep lit real." "Aiin't nobody giive up nothiin'." " You'd probably slow me down anyway." " Saiid whiich?" "You'd slow me down." "You must be hiigh iif you thiink I'd slow you down." " I got a plan." " I tell you what." "Fuck your plan." "Lou." "Cover that up." "Don't nobody wanna see that shiit." " Put your drawers on or somethiing." " Oh, cover lit up." "Don't touch lit." "That turn my stomach." "I don't want no Jell-O after I seen them old-ass balls." "Who gonna enjoy Jell-O after I seen what I've seen?" "I don't even want Jell-O." "Lou ruiin my stomach." "Anybody seen Claude?" "I been here the whole tiime." "He aiin't come out." " Claude aiin't out!" " Claude has diied, God!" "No, Ray, don't go!" " Claude!" " Ray, you can't go iin there!" " Ray, come back!" " Claude!" "Claude!" " How dild lit start?" " Probably old wiires." "Place was a tiinderbox just waiitiin' to go." "I guess we should've torn thiis old buiildiing down a long tiime ago." "Giibson made lit thiis far before he was probably overcome by smoke." "From the looks of thiings, Banks diidn't even make lit out of bed." "You really bummed me out." "That's a terriible story." "You cryiin'?" "No, I got allergiies." "I'm cool." "Oh, my God." "Aiin't nothiin' wrong wiith a man cryiin' every now and agaiin." "So what was Claude's plan, anyway?" "Claude fiigured he could steal a couple of bodiies from the morgue, riight?" "That way, when he set the iinfiirmary on fiire iin all the commotiion, hlim and Ray could just sliip riight onto them fiire engiines, see?" "Hiide out, wallt untill the morniing' and roll riight on out wiith 'em." "That way, when they fiind the two bodiies, they thiink lit was them." "What makes you thiink that aiin't work?" "I never saiid lit diidn't work." "You mean thiis iis not Ray and Claude iin these two boxes?" "Is lit, old man?" "Hey, old-tiimer, iis lit?" " See?" " I liike that." "You feel part of thiis baseball game, don't you?" "They only get one out of me today." "We were arguiing about somethiing." "I diidn't appreciiate when you saiid somethiing about..." "You had just saiid I was..." "You saiid that, uh..." "Hell wiith lit." "It's a hell of a day for a ball game." " Yankees on fiire." " Motherfuckers kiickiin' ass." " Whiich ones the Yankees?" " Well, the ones up at the mound." "Go, go, you!" "Run!" "That's the Yankees riight there." " Whiich ones there?" " That's the Yankees riight there." "It's a perfect plan." "We're out." "What's so perfect?" "Took 65 years to come up wiith lit." "Why can't you just say thank you?" "You want me to say thank you, you can kiiss my ass too." "I'm ready to go back riight now." "Then let's go, Ray." "Help a niigger!" "Don't make me stand iin thiis cold." "Your biitch'd be standiing..." "I'm sorry." "Fuck around wiith me, lit's gonna be consequences and repercussiions." " What's repercussiions?" " Uh-oh." "Let me get that." "I know lit's 1932." "I'm the fiirst one to have thiis." "Hey, watch..." "Shiit." "I almost got stung by a bee." "You were scared, huh?" "Don't be scared." "Don't be scared, and don't laugh eiither." "'Cause lit aiin't funny." "That boy got God-giiven talent." "God made hiis..." "What's wrong?" "The moustache too biig?" "He giive up hope, hung hiimself because of the aiirplane that's comiing over." "Make me have to loop thiis shiit." "I aiin't loopiin' shiit!" "We get lit now or not at all!" "My name Jangle Leg, Jangle Leg." "You thiink that's funny?" "That's probably the last tiime." "Sorry." "MY bad." "Thiis aiin't my daddy's watch." "Subtiitles by SOFTITLER"