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♪ So, la-la la-la la-la lullaby-by

♪ Do you want the stars to play with?

♪ Or the moon to run away with?

♪ They'll come if you don't cry

♪ So, la-la la-la la-la lullaby-by

♪ When your mother's eyes are weeping

You let anyone jump on your brother again,
and you just stand and watch,

Boy, I'll beat you to death!

I don't care who started what

Or whether he was winning or losing.

Boy, you get a stick or...or...or...
or a goddamn brick, get anything,

And you knock the shit out of
whoever is fighting your brother,

Cause if anything was to happen
to me or your mother,

You ain't got nobody except your brother.

And this goes for him too, but he knows.

You're the one that keeps coming up with this
off-the-wall bullshit about "Henry started it."

If the son of a bitch is too big for you,
you come and get me.

You are not a child anymore.

You soon will be a goddamn man.

Now, start learning what life is about now, son.

♪ So, la-la la-la la-la lullaby-by
(Paul Robeson: lullaby)

♪ Do you want the stars to play with?

♪ Or the moon to run away with?

♪ They'll come if you don't cry

Stop right here.

Get him, get him, get him.
get that motherfucker.

Hey man, quit bullshitting, Damn!

Hey, stop.

Can't you see the man is hurt?

You poop butt.

You all right?

- Who hit him with that rock, man?
- Man, I didn't man.

Let's see, man. Let me see your sore, man.

- That doesn't hurt.
- You poop butt.

Hey man, who you calling a poop butt?

Hey man, why don't we go to
Vicksburg Club, man,

- And watch the hos go in and out?
- No, man.

If anyone told mam that they even saw me
on the same block as the Vicksburg Club,

shoot man, my ass is hers.

They'd have to call the police
to drag her off me.

Push!

Hurry up! Come on man.

Stan Junior, where are you going?

I'm going to get my BB gun.

Push, you guys. You ain't doing it. Push.

Hey man, what are you doing?

Hey man, what are you doing, man, to my shoes?

- You broke the motherfucking antenna, man.
- Oh man, don't worry about it.

What you looking at, punk?

- I'll kick your heart out.
- Man, let's get on, man.

You ain't seen nothing.

Man, black gone and called the police, man.

- Say, man, I just...
- Hey man, come back here

Man, no man, should I get-go for him.

Man, no man, I got something for him.

No man, no, no!

I'm heading for that pup
no man, I'm gonna fuck him up.

♪ I wonder, my little darling
(Cecil Gant: I wonder)

♪ Where can you be again tonight?

♪ While the moon is shining bright!

♪ I wonder

♪ My heart is aching

Just working myself into my own hell.

When I close my eyes
can't get no sleep at night,

No peace of mind.

Why don't you kill yourself?

You would be a lot happier.

Go out like Johnny Ace.
(Johnny Ace was an American blues singer
died of an accidental self-inflicted gunshot
wound at the age of 25.)

You know, no, I'm not gonna kill myself.

When was the last time you been in church?

Back home.

Since then, I've done a lot of things.

Haven't done nothing yet
that would make the devil blush.

I don't have any trouble sleeping.

I ain't ashamed of nothing I can't help.

Hey, what's going on, killer?

- Where's my BB gun?
- Mom threw it away.

Daddy…... daddy…!

Hey boy, stop acting like you ain't got no sense.

Daddy…... daddy…!

- Young man...
- I got to go, man.

What's going on?
Oh man, that cat is something else.

Here come Bracy and Ernie Cox.

I don't want them asking me for any money.
I'm going out the front.

I see the wife's got you towing the cart.

I say Oscar must have been here.

How do you know that?

He's the only one I know
that wears that Old Spice aftershave.

Say, man, if you want to catch Oscar,
he just left.

So you want some coffee, man?

Yeah, black.

Angie...Angie.

Say, what does this remind you of
when you hold it next to your cheek?

Not a damn thing but hot air.

Didn't it remind you of when you're making love?

The warm before it gets to the time

Just like this?

Myself I don't go for women who've got malaria.

How y'all been doing, man?

Walking the streets all night.

We passed here about 3:00 last night,
and we saw the lights on,

But we decided to keep on stepping.

- Why didn't you stop? I'm always awake.
- Yeah, counting sheep.

Man, I guess it's time for me
to get ready and go to work.

Hey man, maybe I and Ernest
can look up a slave if we're lucky.

♪ This old man, he played one
(Counting songs, Traditional nursery rhymes)

♪ He played knick-knack on my thumb

♪ With a knick-knack paddywhack

♪ Give the dog a bone

♪ This old man came rolling home

♪ This old man, he played two

♪ He played knick-knack on my shoe

♪ With a knick-knack paddywhack

♪ Give the dog a bone

♪ This old man came rolling home

♪ Now, I'm craving your body, is this real?
(Earth, Wind & Fire: Reasons)

♪ Temperature's rising, I don't want to feel

♪ I'm in the wrong place to be real

♪ And I'm longing to love you just for a night

♪ Kissing and hugging and holding you tight

♪ Please let me love you, with all my might

♪ Reasons, the reasons that we're here

♪ The reasons that we fear
our feelings a won't disappear

♪ And after the love game has been played

♪ All our illusions were just a parade

♪ And all the reasons start to fade

You never smile anymore.

I used to think you was just tired.

But I think deep down inside,
you worried, and you ain't happy.

Don't nothing ever make you want to smile?

Why don't you try to get some sleep?

I can do the dishes tomorrow.

Hey y'all, stop whistling. Come on.

Hey y'all, look out

Hey boys, you got to move before you get hit.

♪ What is America to me?
(Paul Robeson: The House I Live In)

♪ A name, a map, the flag I see

♪ A certain word, democracy?

♪ What is America to me?

♪ The house I live in, a plot of earth, a street

♪ The grocer and the butcher
and the people that I meet

♪ The children in the playground

♪ The faces that I see

♪ All races, all religions, that's America to me

♪ Mother’s there expecting me
(Paul Robeson: Going Home)

♪ Father’s waiting, too

♪ Lots of folks gathered there

♪ All the friends I knew

♪ All the friends I knew

Hey Stan, can you come out and play me?

That's my hope-to-die buddy.

Come on out of there, man.

- Do I know you?
- Hey man. can I have a buck, man?

Hey Stan, open the door, babe.

Come on out of there.

Say, look here, we want to rub
with you a minute, man.

Go on, tell him the plan, Jive turkey.

See, look here, man. you understand
we need a third man, you understand?

Somebody recommended you.

Let me tell you, man.

It's a one-to-five proposition offhand.

Me and him face a dark day
if we go before the magistrate

Hey man, look, I don't want to hear this.
No, I don't want to hear it.

Wait a minute, let the man tell you the tale.

- Look man, you know somebody
Who can keep their mouth shut?
- Yes you do, man.

And won't blush to murder?

Hey you know more kinds of people
like that than I do.

Who the hell told you I'd help you
do away somebody, anyway?

- A friend of yours.
- Who?

That don't make no difference, man.

Say look, man, we're gonna do
the actual killing.

All we want you for is unnecessary details.

- Just be in the background, you know.
- Don't want to hear it.

Why don't you let me borrow your Roscoe?

I don't keep no gun.

Why you always want to hurt somebody?

Who, me?

That's the way nature is.

I mean, an animal has its teeth,
and a man has his fists.

- That's the way I was brought up, God damn me.
- Right on.

When a man's got scars on his mug from dealing
with son of a bitches every day for his natural life,

Ain't nobody gonna over this nigger,

Just drylongso.

Me and smoke here, we've taken our issue.

You be a man if you can, Stan.

Wait, you wait just one minute.

You talk about being a man; stand up. don't you
know there's more to it than just with your fists,

The scars on your mug?
you talking about an animal?

What no, you think you're still
in the bush some damn where?

You here, you use your brain;
that's what you use.

Both of you nothing-ass niggers got a lot of
nerve coming over here, doing some shit like...

- Wait a minute.
- What do you mean, wait a minute?

I ain't gonna wait a minute, cause if you was wait
a minute, you wouldn't ever come in the first place.

- And you're gonna sit here and let them do this?
- Wait a minute; look at Stan.

What has he got? he worked all his life.
what has he got?

He doesn't even have a decent pair of pants.

All we trying to do is help the nigger.

Hey, you can't live if you afraid of dying.
Is that right?

- Is that right?
- Forget it, man. forget it, let's go.

Come back here, girl, and put on your shoes.

If you get sick,
I ain't gonna take you to the doctor.

M'dear, can I have a dollar?

Say, old long-headed boy,

how many times did I tell you,
Don't call your mother M'dear?

You ain't in the country or something.

♪ Got to keep on rocking to another day.
keep bumpin', yeah.

♪ Don't stand in my way

♪ Got to keep on rocking to another day.
keep bumpin', yeah.

I got you again, Janet.

Can't get me, Janet.

You can't run fast.

Get out of my way, you skank.

- Who you talking to?
- I know you're not talking to me.

- Kick his butt, Suzie.
- I sure am, you ugly thang

I'm gonna tell your mother about you.
I'm gonna go get my big brother.

- It'll be fine.
- Come and get your old raggedy bike.

You dog.

You get this raggedy thing.
you better take it home.

Yeah, like I said man,
You know, this apartment looks beautiful.

But goddamn, how are you gonna live in this
apartment building with all them fucking kids?

And all them motherfucking people bugging you?
when you want to go out in the backyard,

You got to share it with 4 or 5 other tenants.

Girl, come on in this house.

Haven't I told you about
listening to grown folks talk?

What do you want another
raggedy-ass car for, huh?

Trying to get ahead, man.

You niggers are sick.

Now you think you're middle class.

Man, I ain't poor.

Look, I give away things to the Salvation Army.

You can't give away nothing to Salvation Army
if you're poor.

We may not have a damn thing sometimes.

You want to see somebody that's poor?
now, you go around and look at Walter's.

He'd be sitting over an oven with nothing
but a coat on

And sitting around there,
rubbing their knees all-day

And eating nothing but wild greens
picked out of a vacant lot.

Now, that ain't me, and it damn sure won't be.

And tomorrow, after I cash my cheque,

Let's go over to Silbo's and buy that motor
and put it in.

Right on.

How come you're not on the streets?

- I need some money.
- What?

I need some money.

Get yourself together and get out of here,
because you know you're a no-good woman.

You get yourself in line.

♪ It brings sorrow to my heart
(Lowell Fulson: It's Your Fault Baby)

♪ Tears fall from my eyes

♪ It brings sorrow to my heart

♪ Tears fall from my eyes

Get out of this damn car and go
buy us some Johnnie Walker,

- And leave that damn ripple shit at the counter.
- Baby, I'm feeling tired.

Get your ass up, and don't roll your eyes at me.

♪ Oh, why do you have to go?

- Hey Mister, you want to watch that car door?
- Don't get mad. I'm sorry.

♪ Well that mean old, old Frisco
(Arthur Crudup: Mean Old Frisco Blues)

♪ And that lowdown Santa Fe

♪ Yes, that mean old Frisco

May I help you?

Need a cheque cashed, please.

- This is yours? It's your cheque?
- Yes, yes

Jerry?...

- Cash a cheque.
- ♪ Well my mama, she done told me

♪ And my papa told me too

♪ Yes, my mama told me

Hell no.

Hi Stan. what can I do for you?

- Want to know if I can cash a cheque.
- Maybe.

How come you don't come and work for me?

I don't know. liquor stores get robbed too much.

I'd just hate to get shot in a hold-up.

I'd protect you.

You could work in the back with me.
he takes care of the register.

You think about it.

It's a warm proposition, maybe.

What's the matter?

Come on, get down.

Hey, why don't you separate the money?
you know

And you don't have to pull it all out.
take it in there

- Who beat you up?
- None of your damn business.

Adolf from Boulevard jumped on him.

- Hey, what's happening?
- What's happening, old dude?

Hey, who's been working on you?

Adolf from Boulevard kicked his ass.

Who kicked him in the face?

Adolf.

What did he do that for?

He had nothing else to do with
his hands and his feet, nigger.

Yeah, he kicked your ass for being so smart, huh?

What till I get on my feet.

- I'm just going outside.
- Okay, baby.

How come you're not going to school?

I've been sick.

You're gonna fall behind.

Can you play cards?

Solitaire.

Suit yourself.

Sil, all I got is $10.

I told you.

What is this? a damn regular sideshow?

How did my sister marry into
such a silly-ass family as this?

How come you and me ain't never got together?

What would you do?

I wouldn't know what position to take, mama.

You dirty dog.

You ought to find yourself a place to
stay instead of sponging off my sister.

- This is my uncle's house too.
- Please...

Tell this nigger to shut up, then.

Don't you have any money?

- I ain't got nothing but $5.
- $5.

- That's all.
- Tell him we'll give him $15.

Sil, all we got is $15.

Don't sell them nothing uncle, hear? nothing.

Hey man, why don't you be cool?

You know, you would be a good-looking fella
If you didn't frown so much.

Who, me? some sisters told me I look
just like Clark Gable.

You about as tasteless as a carrot.

You always in a nasty frame of mind.

You're just a regular hardship case.

Someone always trying to revive
your poor ass or give you first aid.

Always feeling sorry for yourself.

If I don't, nobody else will,

And you're just an all-day sucker, bitch.

Sil, she kicked your nephew over here, man.

Sil, man, come over here, man, to sit by him.

I've got more important things to do.
my hair is falling out.

Sil, man, he's bleeding!

Why'd you have to kick the son of
a bitch in his damn head?

Sil, you'd better come over here
and see about your nephew.

Can't you see I don't give a damn?

He shouldn't have run his damn mouth so much.

Give me $15 for the motor and a shirt
for collateral, and it'll be slick.
(It seems that "shirt" here means engine document)

Hey, can dude this go down?

- We got one more step down.
- One more?

Got it?

Get it, get it up. It's on my finger!

- All right, got it? can you get out?
- Yeah.

Come on just leave it there, it'll stay there.

No, it won't, man. let's push it back up in there.

It'll stay up there.

You all right? Huh?

Just smashed it a little bit.
I think it'll be all right.

Should we put this all the way back up there?

It'll stay there, just leave it there.

Just let's go, it'll stay on there.

Looks like it's busted now, It ain't no good.

Never work again.

It ain't no good. It's busted.
nothing we can do with it.

All that work for nothing.

♪ Just leave it to me
(LaVern Baker: Shake a Hand)

♪ Don't ever be ashamed

♪ Just give me a chance

♪ I'll take care of everything

♪ Your troubles I'll share

♪ Let me know, and I'll be there

♪ I'll take care of you

♪ Any place and anywhere

♪ Shake a hand, shake a hand

♪ Shake a hand, shake a hand

♪ Shake a hand, shake a hand

♪ Shake a hand if you can

♪ Be truthful to me

♪ I'll be truthful to you

♪ I'm in love with you so

♪ And I don't know what to do

♪ So, let's call it a day

♪ I've said all I have to say

♪ Except, don't forget to pray

♪ And shake a hand every day

Throw my goddamn shades down.

Throw my goddamned shades.

You can forget about living when I catch you.

The only thing that looks good
dying is a rose.

Hey Truman Doyle. Truman Doyle,
wait a minute.

- Hey Truman Doyle, Is that you, man?
- Who the shit does it look like, man?

It looks like somebody owes me some money.

Look man, I ain't got nothing but my good looks.

So look, you know where
we can get a few bucks at?

Yeah, go rob a damn liquor store.

Look, you look better going than you did
coming, anyway. so get on, nigger.

Come on, Gene.

Why don't you go in and put some shoes on?

Shit on you.

♪ This bitter earth
(Dinah Washington: This bitter earth)

♪ Well, what a fruit it bears

♪ What good is love

♪ That no one shares

♪ And if my life is like the dust

♪ That hides the glow of a rose

♪ What good am I?

♪ Heaven only knows

♪ Lord, this bitter earth

♪ Yes, can be so cold

♪ Today you're young

♪ Too soon, you're old

♪ But while a voice within me cries

♪ I'm sure someone may answer my call

♪ And this bitter earth

♪ May not, be so bitter after all

Memories that just don't seem mine,

Like half-eaten cake,

Rabbit skin stretched on the backyard fences,

My grandma, my dear

My dear, my dear
dragging her shadow across the porch,

Standing bare-headed under the sun,

Cleaning red catfish with white gloves.

Don't do that.

- There's a dog there.
- That mothersucker fucker.

Come on, dog.

Keep running.

♪ This is a mean old world
(Little Walter: Mean Old World)

♪ Try to live it by yourself

♪ This is a mean old world

♪ Try to live it by yourself

♪ Can't get the one you're lovin'

♪ Have to use somebody else

♪ I've got the blues.

♪ Gonna pack my things and go.

♪ Yes, I've got the blues.

♪ Gonna pack my things and go.

♪ Well, I guess you don't love me

450, 451, 452, 453,

453, 454, 455, 456, 451, 450,

452, 453, 454,

455, 456, 450, 452, 450...

Can't you count?

Count yourself, then.

Look at them, old ugly girls.

Your daddy.

You want to come on and fight, then?

- Okay, I'll see you later.
- All right, take care.

Hey, you.

So what did you do today?

I've got to find me a job

Tomorrow's Saturday.

Let's go to bed.

Catch a rat, cat

Gene, we needed food in the house.

You shouldn't have spent your
last dime to get this car fixed.

It ain't right.

Don't worry about it, babe.

If things come to worse, we can always sell it.

Trouble is, what we gonna do about it now?

What's up, Gene?

- How's it going, Diane?
- Ain't nothing to it, you know?

- Gene.
- What it is?

Not too much. what are you doing?

Trying to get this old car together.

Yeah. look, let me give you a hand.

Here, take this.

Miss Ellie gave me $5
for cleaning behind the garage,

And she gave me some peaches too.

Thanks. I'll pay you back.

Go on, you can have half.

No, thank you.

It's getting late.
let's go in and have some coffee

And see what my guests are doing.

♪ I'm gonna get up in the mornin'
(Elmore James: I believe)

♪ I believe I go back home.

♪ I'm gonna get up in the mornin'

♪ I believe I go back home

♪ I gotta find my baby

♪ Acknowledge that I done her wrong

♪ I don't want no woman

Are you happy now?

Got a point. you've got a point right here.

Nine, nine more points. what's wrong
with you? you're going crazy. shoot the dice.

♪ Well, you know she's a mean one woman

♪ Tryin' to drive me out of my mind

Hey brother, why don't you two fellas come on,
and get in the game, man?

♪ I believe I believe I go back home

♪ I ain't gonna lie to my baby

♪ I know I treated her wrong

Drop the last red

Going over the street sign.

I said all I could think of was the blood
getting to my head. huh?

hand off!

Alma Jean, all I could see, was her wearing that
cascade on her head That looks like a birdcage.

The whole Boulevard actually caught it.

Fire to her jibs

- Bring the rest of the stuff.
- Come on, Bou.

Man, what is your problem?

I don't have time.

- We're gonna go get something to eat.
- I don't have time.

Boulevard kept circling the five-four ballroom,

Thinking we can get some music
and some food together.

I said, I said...

Alma Jean, tell this nigger of yours

That don't he know we can get 15 years
for him acting felonious?

Get out of the way.

Come on, get in the car.

I said, Alma Jean,

Don't you know that nigger of yours,
can get 15 years for being felonious?

Don't you know people are changed?

- We're ready to go.
- We don't act like this no more.

Get in the car.

Gene's gonna drive me till I swim

Don't go so damn fast.
we might miss where we're going,

The country, please.

If I had a few bucks, I'd bet it on that old son
of a bitch In the ninth race at Los Alamitos.

How much you pay, child?

Ten-to-one odds.

That ain't enough.
catch one of them long shots.

- Hell, this is a long shot, shit.
- Ten to one?

Yeah, ten to one.

30, 40, 50 to 1 that's a long shot.

Shit.

Look, man, I told you to have a spare tire

And don't be coming out here
in the middle of nowhere.

I got to get to this race
out at Los Alamitos, man.

Look here, in the ninth race. I got me a nag,
man, that I know is gonna come in.

I got me some money, man,
and you ain't got no spare.

Look, look, look. All shit.

Man, I'm out here singing the blues.

Got my money on a horse can't lose.

You out here on a flat.

I always told you to keep a spare,
but you was a square.

That's why you can't keep no spare.

Now, how we gonna get there, Huh?

We'll have to ride back on the rim, that's all.

I ain't got no spare.

Get back in the car, we'll ride back on the rim.

If Stan Junior left this house open,
I'm gonna kill that boy.

It's gonna rain.

And the roof still needs fixing.

Daddy, what makes the rain?

It's the devil beating his wife.

That how it is?

Stan Junior?

Stan Junior.

You know you hear me calling you, boy.

I know that boy heard me calling him.

Girl.

Well, well. look who's visiting.

Honey, tell me why you're wearing
that pretty smile on your face.

Well, she's gonna have a baby.

I thought her old man was shooting blanks,

But I think he's dropping bombs
on occasion, I guess.

♪ This bitter earth
(Dinah Washington: This Bitter Earth)

♪ Well, what a fruit it bears

♪ What good is love

♪ That no one shares

♪ And if my life is like the dust

♪ That hides the glow of a rose

♪ What good am I

♪ Heaven only knows

♪ Lord, this bitter earth

♪ Yes, can be so cold

♪ Today you're young

♪ Too soon, you're old

♪ But while a voice within me cries

♪ I'm sure someone may answer my call

♪ And this bitter earth

♪ May not, be so bitter after all.

♪ I'm just going home
(Paul Robeson: Going Home)

♪ I'm just going home

♪ Going home

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Killer of Sheep (1978)
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