In accordance with the regulations of the state of Mississippi...
...we gather today to lay to rest...
...the remains of inmates R. Gibson, number 4316...
...and C. Banks, number 4317.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
May God have mercy on their souls.
- Amen. - Amen.
You can go ahead, fellas.
Look like you finally free now, boys.
Finally free.
Friends of yours, old-timer?
Let's just say we spent some time together.
Now, why do I get the feeling when you say "some time," you mean some time.
I'd been here a good while when they come.
They come here, must've been 1932.
- Man! - Shit, that's like... Wait a minute.
That's 65 years, son.
Shit.
Didn't they burn in that fire yesterday?
Listen, man, I seen them niggers before they put them in the box.
And when I tell you, them niggers, they was bacon burnt.
It was like from the X Files, man.
What you got in that bottle anyway?
This is Rayford's special recipe.
He had what we call exacting standards when it comes to the hootch.
- So, what were they, bootleggers? - Something like that.
- Hank, my man, how you doin'? - No, not tonight, Ray.
- Spanky's not happy with you. - Is Spanky here?
Find a place where they let you in the front door.
Wait.
Remember I bought your girl the alligator shoes?
What's wrong? I came through for you!
She was wearin' pigskin when I met her. She's in alligator now. Let me in.
Yeah, that's how it goes, brother.
Thank you, man. I appreciate it.
- How does this tie look? - Lookin' sharp, man.
I feel lucky tonight, too.
- Here's to your new job down at the bank. - Thank you.
I always knew you'd make something of yourself.
- With my first paycheck, I'll buy... - What, baby?
Season tickets to the Yankees, right on the first base line.
What's wrong?
I was hoping you were gonna say an engagement ring, Claude.
- Engagement ring? - That's what respectable folks do.
Get a job, get married, start having babies.
Isn't that what you want?
I just don't see no reason to rush into things.
I got to clean this. I'll be right back, baby.
- Good evening, sir. - Can I have a towel, please?
- Of course. - Look at this.
Hey, there ain't no reason to get violent. I tried to call.
Sit your ass down.
Congratulations. You finally got yourself a job.
Now you can pay Mr. Riley that 50 bucks you owe him.
- I got a bill to pay out there. - Lookie here.
- $22. - Not bad... for a start.
That's two weeks' pay. I'm with my girl. You gotta leave me something.
- How about your legs? - My legs? Those are good.
That's good.
I'll keep the legs.
Excuse me.
How'd he get in here?
Evenin'.
- You got any of that French shit? - Yeah, bro.
That's the one there.
- Thanks, man. - All right.
- Do I smell French? - That's it.
- Here, you keep the change. - Thank you.
- Hey, don't I know you? - I don't think so.
- Yes, I know you. What is your name? - Claude Banks.
Claude Banks! Hey, it's me, Ray Gibson.
We went to high school. How you doin'?
- You went to Monroe? - Yes! How you doing?
You lookin' all sharp. Good to see colored folks doin' good.
I went to Jefferson.
You must have another Claude Banks in mind.
- Excuse me. - I'm sorry. My mistake.
Are you wearin' that dress?
Hey, what's goin' on?
Is it about my tab? Don't worry, it's covered.
It's hot in here tonight. Hot.
This ain't about your tab. You got bigger problems than that.
Hold up one second...
You shouldn't have run numbers on Spanky's side of Broadway.
- I think we gotta get out of here. - Excuse me, sir, your bill.
The bill? Of course, the bill.
How can I forget the bill? Such an incredibly large bill.
Just tell me where you want me to go.
Get over here.
- You took my ankle. - All right, that's not nice.
Yeah, right?
What do you think they're gonna do to us?
What'd you do, dine and ditch?
- Over ten bucks? - Yeah.
- Probably just a thumb. - Who is he?
Friend of yours?
I never met this man before tonight.
He's a lowlife that hangs around in bathrooms pickpocketing people.
I'm a professional man.
I got a job that starts on Monday.
I'll pay you back with my first paycheck, with interest.
I won't tell you how to run your business...
...but if you cut off my fingers, you won't get nothing.
Working on adding machines, I got to be whole.
I need these for prayin'!
- Drop him. - What does "drop him" mean?
This ain't the way you treat somebody.
Spanky, you ain't got to do that to that guy.
He's a square. He didn't know who he was fucking with.
It's filthy 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 tryin' to get by. You remember when you started out?
Nigger, please.
Wait a second.
I want you to see this. Check this out.
- I got access to that. - Is that some more of your bathtub brew?
Hell, no, this come up from the Mississippi.
I can get more. I want to go into business.
Under present circumstances, I think I may want a partner, OK?
I was supposed to wear this suit on Monday!
If you give me the front money and a truck...
...I can get there in two or three days, if somebody helps me with the driving.
- Come on, now! - Come on, Spank.
I'm gonna tell you something.
- You fuck me on this, I'll spare no expense. - I understand.
- Do you hear me? - I hear you.
- You got a deal. - All right.
Pick a man and get outta here.
With all due respect to you gentlemen...
...I think I'm gonna just take the choirboy.
You got to be crazy.
At least pick somebody who can watch your back.
I want someone who won't shoot me once the truck's full.
- Lift him. - Not that you'd do that.
- Lift him! - You know what I mean.
There you go.
Sure he ain't dead?
Sure hope you can drive.
This rum run we're doin' is gonna really improve my relationship with Spanky.
Good man to have on your side. He's got capital connections.
I ain't got capital yet, but I will.
Then I'll have my own place.
Don't get me wrong, I like Spanky's. I want my own.
I'm gonna call my place...
...Ray's Boom-Boom Room.
Don't that sound like a place where it's fun? Sound excitin'.
Ray's Boom-Boom Room. I like that.
Wouldn't you want to check out a place like that?
Hell, you'd want to.
The Boom-Boom Room.
What you think?
You ain't said nothin' since we left.
The least you can do is give me friendly conversation.
I don't want a friendly conversation. I don't want to be your friend.
I just want to do this thing and get back to New York in time to start my job.
What the hell kind of job you got?
If you must know, bank teller at First Federal of Manhattan.
What's so funny?
I'm just laughing at myself. Excuse me.
No, you found something very amusing. What's so funny?
"Bank teller" just sounds like ladies' work, I always picture a woman doing that.
Maybe I should dig around in other people's pockets for money.
It's obviously been highly successful for you.
You'd be surprised what you find there.
I've never heard of a man settin' out to be a bank teller.
This time next year, I'll be a loan officer.
So, I go to the bank for a loan...
...I gotta deal with a tight-ass like you?
- That's right. - Well, how do I get a loan?
- You? - Yes, me. What's "you"?
I can't get no money?
- You need collateral. - What, you think I ain't got collateral?
I have... Look at this. What about this?
That thing? Who'd you steal it from?
I ain't steal that. My daddy gave it to me.
Who'd he steal it from?
Watch what you say about my daddy. My daddy's dead.
Say what you want about me. Don't drag my daddy into it.
This watch is sterling silver. It's top-shelf, top of the line.
It's very near and dear to my heart, so no wisecracks or I'll whup your ass.
Looks like a fake to me. Loan denied.
Fuck you. I'll take my business elsewhere.
And for future references, you will not be welcome at Ray's Boom-Boom Room.
- There's no Boom-Boom Room. - When there is one.
When there's one, don't come, 'cause you ain't gettin' in.
- Smell that? - Yeah, I smell something.
- Smells good, right? - I think we should go to another place.
The ambiance ain't really very welcoming.
Are you kiddin'? Tell me you don't want one of these pies right here.
Them pies look good, but I kinda lost my appetite.
- When I came in, my appetite left. - Good afternoon, Billy.
We'd like some coffee and a couple slices of pie.
How do you know my name is Billy?
It says it right there on your shirt.
If you boys can read so good, how come you missed that sign on the door?
That sign on the door...
Why didn't we see that sign that say "No Coloreds Allowed"?
We rushed in. We was really hungry, so we missed it.
- We see it now, so bye. - Look, ma'am...
...we've been traveling all day. - Let's go.
All we want is some coffee and a couple slices of pie, all right?
No. These are whites-only pies.
- Well, do you have any Negro pies? - Claude, come on.
This woman ain't got the recipe to it. Where would she get that?
At another establishment we can get us some pies.
- How far to the next town? - Thirty-five miles.
I'm not driving no 35 miles to get no pie.
Lady! Ma'am! Okay?
Now we want some pie. We are hungry.
Billy, we want some pie.
- Let me take care of this. - Someone must die 'cause we want pie?
Let me take care of 'em.
We're from New York, my name's Ray Gibson.
How much will it cost to turn one of them white-only pies into nigger pie?
How about I turn y'all into nigger pie?
- So you said about 35... - 35 miles.
We'll find another establishment down the road.
Yeah, I didn't know white folks so serious about pie down here.
- Hey, we're lookin' for Slim. - You found him.
That's it, fellas. Thirty-six cases of Mississippi's finest.
- Five bucks a case. That's $180. - All right.
- What do we got? - Come on. Pay the man.
That music's hot. What goes on down there?
That there's Natchez-Under-The-Hill.
Colored folks welcome down there?
- Green's the only color that matters there. - Is that right?
They got gambling, girls.
- You boys ought to check it out. - Maybe we will. Nice doing business...
Let's go have ourselves a reward, see what's shaking.
- Reward? - There's people there having a good time.
I wanna be one of 'em. I want you to be one of 'em.
Let me tell you something. Listen. Monday, you can go be a bank teller.
Tonight, you're a bootlegger with a truckload of hootch...
...and a fistful of cash.
That's gas money, Ray.
Come on. Think.
Man, you are incredible. Tell you what. Here's $2.
You stay here, watch the truck. I'm gonna go have fun.
I got the keys, if you want to leave me in the woods.
I know how you think, you motherfucker.
This looks like something here.
I'll keep an eye on you. Make sure you don't do nothin' stupid.
- Oh, really? - Yeah.
Well, step lively. Don't want them to think I'm from here.
They'll know by how I walk, I ain't from around here.
'Cause I'm from New York City!
- How y'all doing? - What's up, country boy?
Tens over nines.
I ain't never seen you in here before.
That's 'cause I ain't never been in here before.
My name's Sylvia. What's your name?
- Can't you remember your own name? - I know it begins with a "C."
Well, Mr. "C."
How about buyin' a gal a drink? Two bourbons.
I really shouldn't. I gotta keep an eye on my friend over there.
He look like he can take care of hisself.
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.
- Give me a deuce. - Here you go, honey.
- Thank you. - All right.
- You all want to pick up this country pace? - Bet's to you, sir.
- Bet a dollar. - I'll sees that.
You sees that.
Well, I sees that dollar, and I raise you $2.
Is "sees" a word?
- All right now. - I'm out.
You goin' back to the farm now? Pick your tomatoes?
I'll see the two.
And I raise you ten.
Damn. Out.
Mr. Hancock, I don't think I have any more money.
- Big city boy. - Well, that's too bad.
Now, hold on.
Just give me two seconds.
Top shelf.
It look good to me.
I think that'll cover it.
Call.
I got a full boat with the ladies doin' the paddlin'.
I don't think they come in much stronger than that, sir.
Four treys.
What the fuck?
Broke again.
New York. New York.
Don't take it too hard, New York. Have a round on me.
- Can I get you something, sir? - No, I'm all right.
Hey! What the fuck is this?
- You're hurtin' my arm. - Where you goin'?
Hell, no! Hey, Hancock!
Oh, shit.
My goodness.
My old friend, Winston Hancock.
I thought we agreed that you was gonna leave town.
I was gonna leave, Sheriff Pike...
...but your wife, she begged me to stay.
You just committed suicide, boy.
Ray, I've been lookin' for ya.
Guess we better get goin'.
You still got that $2?
Not exactly.
I met this girl.
Real nice girl. A God-fearing girl.
- The same girl I seen you over here with? - Yeah.
- Yeah, she looked religious. - Yeah, well...
So you gave her the $2?
She was in a tight spot. Her mama needs this operation.
She ain't have the money for it, and so...
The church took up a collection, but they're short...
- $2 short? - Uh, yeah.
So I gave it to her. When the spirit moves me...
We both got fucked. While you was doing God's work...
...I was getting jack-legged by a farmer and one of these waitresses.
I know the bitch is in here. They beat me down to my socks.
You lost all our money in 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 apologize. You're right, it 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 in the car. - I'm sorry.
Say something about the watch.
In fact, just bring up watch. Look like you was fixin' your mouth to say "watch."
I'm gonna whup your ass. Don't even say "watch."
Don't say it around me. Say "little clock" or some shit. Say "watch," I'm gonna dive.
How do we get home without money?
We got 36 cases of booze. That's better than money.
So we gonna drive home drunk.
- Is that it? - Let me pay, get out.
- Where's the girl who was here? - What girl?
"What girl?" Next time I come here, whichever bitch I start choking, that's her.
Big-time hustler, came and got girked by a couple of farmers.
Can it, Claude. I'm all shot, I just wanna get back to New York.
Oh, shit.
I think he's hurt pretty bad.
This guy's dead.
I ain't never seen no dead body before.
What are you doin'? The man's been dead two seconds, and you're in his pocket.
- Don't you have any respect? - It ain't here.
- What ain't there? - My daddy's watch. He took my watch.
Motherfucker, you fucked with the wrong person.
- Now look at your ass out here bleeding. - Hey!
What you boys doin' out here?
Hey, how y'all doin'?
We're just takin' care of our friend here.
What's wrong with this one?
- Drink. - Yeah, he's just a little drunk.
- Nothing at all, just a little drunk. - Nobody drank like old...
- Ah, Winston. ...Winston.
Old drunk-ass Winston is always drinking.
This fella looks like he's dead.
No.
He's not dead. He's drunk.
He drinks until he passes out.
Let's leave him here to sleep it off.
I'm gonna tell his wife we left him.
- Let's go to the car. - You boys better come with us.
That's right.
We're gonna go to your car then.
Let's go. We're gonna go with this guy.
You know what, Ray?
You're responsible for this whole situation.
I blame you for everything.
If it wasn't for you, I'd be home now about to have a hot meal.
If not for me, your black ass would be floating up on a beach.
Remember that, "my finger and thumbs for adding" shit?
- I saved your life. - They think we killed somebody.
- This is blood, okay? - Just shut up. Listen.
Just sit down. Let me work it out.
- I got a job, it starts Monday. - You'll be late.
- 'Cause I got to work this whole thing out. - What the...
- Evening, boys. - Evening there, Sheriff.
Well, well. What do we have here?
Billy Bob and the boys found 'em under the hill with Winston Hancock.
He was dead. Looks like murder.
- Yep, it does. - Is that right?
Looks like they was runnin' hootch. Got 36 cases of evidence.
- How about a little reward, Billy Bob? - Thank you, sir.
Why bother with bootleggin' when we got a clear-cut case of murder?
Sheriff Pike, like I told your associate, we didn't kill nobody.
He was like that when we found him. He was already dead.
Now as far as bootleggin' goes...
...I happen to work for a very important man back East.
Does the name Spanky Johnson mean anything to you?
Spanky Johnson?
- No, I'm afraid not. - Hey, Sheriff Pike.
Sheriff Pike, listen.
This guy, Spanky Johnson, is very well-connected.
Very well-connected. And if you were to give us a break...
...I can guarantee you, he would do something to show his appreciation.
- Now I'm sure. - Mr. Pike.
You can buy your way out of trouble in New York City...
...but down here, we take murder very seriously.
We didn't kill him. He was dead when we found him.
That's the truth.
The liquor was ours.
- There was no breath in him. - It was our liquor, but the man was dead.
If that's true, you boys don't have anything to worry about.
I guarantee it. I'll see y'all in the morning.
You believe us? What time you gonna be here in the mornin'?
- Don't drink all that stuff tonight. - All right, Sheriff.
- See you in the morning. - He sounded like he believed us.
The man's got a point. We didn't kill nobody.
What about the truckload of booze?
That's Spanky's booze!
Tomorrow, I'm gonna tell that judge, "Judge, we didn't murder nobody.
"That was Spanky's booze."
What's the worst that can happen to us?
Life!
What do you mean, "life"? I ain't doin' no life.
I didn't kill 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 clearin', roads need buildin' and ditches need diggin'.
You will eat only what you can grow.
Your crop don't come in, you go hungry.
This here is Camp 8.
Camp 8 is for incorrigibles.
But whatever you done to get here, believe me, I'm not impressed.
I've seen it all before.
We ain't got no fences here at Camp 8.
We don't need no fences. We got us the gun line.
Tell 'em about the gun line, boss.
This is the gun line.
It runs from shack to shack, clear around the yard.
You are now inside the gun line.
You step outside the gun line without my permission, you will be shot.
You trip and fall over the gun line, you will be shot.
You spit, you pee...
...you so much as stick your Johnson out over the gun line...
...you will be shot.
And you, Slick, don't try to run, don't try to escape.
One of my trusties will put a bullet in your head.
You prisoners are now the property of the state of Mississippi...
...which is to say I own your ass.
And in case you haven't met this handsome young fella...
...this is Hoppin' Bob.
You run afoul of Bob, you run afoul of me.
Everybody, shut up! Right now.
I don't wanna hear a sound. Got some fresh meat for ya.
Right there. Take yourself right there, find your ass a bunk.
Move it. Actin' all scared.
We ain't got no wallflowers in Camp 8.
Don't y'all worry none.
Ain't nobody gonna mess with ya tonight.
That'd take all the fun out the courtship.
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 believe this "before Abe" shit.
I didn't go to night school to dig no ditch.
What are you doing? I wouldn't do that.
Shut up. What do you know anyway? It's too damn hot.
- Why ain't that boy's pick swingin'? - Why ain't that pick swingin'?
Why ain't that pick swingin', nigger?
It's too hot. I'm tired, boss.
He said he's too hot, boss. He's tired.
Too hot? He's tired?
You tell that lazy jigaboo the state of Mississippi...
...ain't interested in his meteorological assessments!
Listen up, jigaboo!
The state of Mississippi ain't interested in your...
...your "metacalogical" assessments!
You tell him the state of Mississippi is only interested...
...in gettin' this here ditch cleared by sundown.
State of Mississippi wants this here ditch cleared by sundown. Got that?
Got it, boss.
- He don't sound like he from around here. - He from New York City, boss.
That one there too.
They'll find we do things different here.
Yeah, we noticed.
Don't smart me, boy. Just shut your mouth and do your work.
Looks like we got a couple of live ones.
- How long these boys in for? - The judge gave 'em the long ride, boss.
Life, huh?
They step out of line again, we'll shorten up that sentence real fast.
Get them picks a-swinging! You heard me, New York Cities.
You don't want me to come down there.
I ain't nice like Boss. I'll slap the black off your ass.
Get to work!
Either one of you new fellas know how to read?
I know how to read. Why?
I've been carrying this letter for four months.
You mean none of y'all can read?
Last fella that could read made parole around Christmas.
I don't even know who this come from.
Give me this.
You can't read?
Almost 60 years old, motherfucker can't read.
It's from your mama's neighbor, Mrs. Tadwell.
You know who?
She thought you ought to know your second cousin, Bo, died.
Bo died. And your cousin, Sally, on your daddy's side, she died.
- And apparently your sister died too. - Jenny?
No, it say Marleen here. Marleen died.
Oh, no. Jenny died too.
Jenny and Marleen both dead.
It goes on for a while about how the crop didn't come in on account of the frost.
She ends saying there was a big tornado...
...in which your mama and daddy were both killed.
Don't worry, 'cause she gonna take care of the dog.
That is, if he gets over the worms. Dog had worms.
- Appreciate it. - Yeah, you know, anytime I can help out.
Anybody else got something they want read?
Can't blame y'all.
- How ya doin'? - I'm fine, thanks.
Good. First time in?
Nah, not at all.
I've been in and out of prison, mostly in.
So you won't have no problem adjusting?
Shouldn't have a problem, no.
If you need anything...
...of any kind, give me a holler.
My name's Jangle Leg.
- I appreciate it. Jangle Leg? - Jangle Leg, Jangle Leg.
- I'm Claude. - Claude.
Your hand nice and supple, like a lady.
Jangle Leg! What the hell I tell you about pitchin' woo on the job, boy?
Sorry, Cap'n.
Story time is over. All you sissies get back to work right now.
- He made a pass at me. - Yeah, I see.
Why do you think they call him Jangle Leg?
You're gonna find out before me.
- Eyes front, mister. - Everybody doing that.
I'm hungry.
- See how you get that off? - Eat and stop aggravating people.
I ain't aggravating nobody.
You got nerve, scraping toast and shit, making excess noise.
- You're making a lotta noise there. - The spoon, it's filthy.
- Filthy, ain't it? - Fuck that spoon and just eat.
- I'm Ray Gibson, this is Claude Banks. - Willie Long.
- You seem sensible. Why you in here? - It's a long story.
At 13, he killed a son of a bitch with a claw hammer.
- So they say. - A lot of people say it.
- Wait, you been in here since you were 13? - That's right.
How about you? How long you been here?
- He chopped his sister with an axe. - She was my half-sister...
...so I cut her ass in half, but I didn't poison my ma and pa.
- Now tell that. Tell that. - They deserved it, Radio.
What you talkin' about? You skinned your landlady alive...
...and made a jacket out of her.
Well, at least he didn't kill Santa Claus.
Santa? Which one of you killed him?
It wasn't Santa Claus. He was just wearing the suit and ringing a bell.
- He had presents. - I ain't get nothing.
You killed a Salvation man, the dude on the street with the bell?
- Something like that. - He did.
Nobody tried to escape?
- They never get too far. - Cookie got to Greenville a few years ago.
Take a mighty cagey country boy to navigate the woods.
Gotta know what you're doin'.
What'd y'all do?
What the fuck did y'all do?
- We went on... - The most violent...
...a violent killing spree.
All around the country we've been killing people.
All month. If y'all was out and reading the papers...
Ain't heard about it? Claude and Ray?
Sometimes you got to do certain shit...
- He'd cut your throat. - I go where I need to go to get it done.
If you push my button, there's no telling what I may do...
...stab you, choke you, bite you.
I'd do whatever it takes to make a motherfucker stop existing.
I could stab a nigger right now.
I beat a motherfucker to death. Don't fuck with us.
You don't really wanna fuck with us.
Press the wrong button, nigger pop.
Hey, girl. You gonna eat your corn bread?
- Oh, trouble. - Don't say nothin' to him.
You talkin' to me?
Yeah, I think he's talking to you.
No, not at all. I want you to have it.
Willie, you mind passing this down to...
No. Don't pass your corn bread to him.
- That's your corn bread. - I'm a grown man.
I'm not gonna eat this. If he wants the corn bread, have it.
If he wants corn bread, let him up to the front and get his own.
That's your corn bread. Fuck him.
He gonna eat his corn bread. Fuck you.
I don't need you to take up for me.
I'm a grown man. I can handle it.
If you let him have it, you'll be ironing his drawers.
- I ain't gonna be ironing. - 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 it, part two of my killin' spree...
...gonna begin up here on your ass now.
If you're thinkin' about my corn bread, forget it.
- That's for sure. Fuck that. - Cool it.
I'm from New York City, goddamn it.
Nobody take no corn bread from me.
That go for you and any other of you motherfucking farmers.
You fuck around with me, there's gonna be consequences and repercussions.
Get up!
Come on! Show that son of a bitch how y'all do it in Harlem.
Come on, New York.
I appreciate you taking the trouble over my corn bread.
You don't get a lot of compliments here.
Get up!
I think you made your point, whatever that is.
Now's a good time to throw in the towel, you know what I'm sayin'?
Not over no corn bread.
Goldmouth, I know a bitch named Della hit harder than you.
That's it. The man's taken enough of a beating.
Goldmouth, pick him up and carry him on inside.
He ain't gettin' my corn bread.
You were scared, huh? Don't be scared.
Papa!
That's my boy.
Request permission to go to the tonk, boss.
Conjugal visits are for married prisoners only...
...and I don't see no weddin' ring.
Can't you make an exception?
I could issue a temporary marriage license, for a nominal fee.
- Here you go. - Sure is pretty.
I now pronounce you man and wife.
You go have a good time.
Claude Banks going to the tonk!
- Come on, now. - Five cents.
Hey, New York. You ever been to that Cotton Club?
The Cotton Club in Manhattan? Many times.
I damn near lived in the Cotton Club. It's all right.
They ain't got nothin' on the Boom-Boom Room.
You ever go to New York, go to Ray's Boom-Boom Room.
What is the Boom-Boom Room?
That's my spot. Most happening space in Manhattan.
So you got your own nightclub?
It's kinda in the development stages, but I'm working on it.
So it don't exist?
It exists in my mind.
It start your brain first.
As a man think it, so shall he get.
Some shit like that. You know, you read the Bible.
Did you go see my cousin Melvin like I asked you to in my letter?
Of course, I did. He said he'd file an appeal right away.
Melvin wanted to know...
...if he should file an appeal for your friend.
Ray Gibson? No.
No, Daisy.
He's the reason I'm in here. He's got a record a mile long.
I got a better shot of gettin' outta here on my own.
You tell Melvin to think about me. Just concentrate on me.
- Cookie made me a map to Greenville. - So?
- You know what I'm sayin'. - I know what you're sayin'.
If you made it that far, they'd check every train that pulls out of the station.
We ain't takin' the train. There's a farm on the map and a boat on the farm.
You know about boats? You probably don't know how to swim.
I know a boat can help sail our ass away from here. We can do this shit.
- Why are you always saying "we"? - What?
There's no "we." There's a me, and there's a you.
- Why're you talkin' so loud? - There ain't no "we" between us.
Hey, Ray!
Yeah?
What's the name of that nightclub of yours again?
- You talkin' about the Boom-Boom Room? - Yeah.
That's it. I'd sure like to see that place when you get it all up and runnin'.
- Yeah, me too. - Me too. I'd like to see that room too.
You should've been there last night. You'd have had big fun.
What you talkin' about, "last night"?
Just like I said, last night.
Satchmo was there and nearly blew the roof off.
- Ray, who that? - Satchmo.
You mean Louis Armstrong?
I call him Satchmo. I know him.
I call him Satchmo, and he come by whenever he in town.
Ain't nobody wanting to hear that bullshit.
Shut the fuck up.
Always saying things at the wrong time.
Go to sleep. Let us have our fun.
Finish telling us about Satchmo.
Go ahead, tell me more.
As I was sayin', last night y'all should've come by.
You'll never guess who'll be there tonight.
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 ain't all
"He's a king-sized papa
"He's my king-sized papa"
Sing, girl!
"I take the door off the hinges When my baby comes to call"
Catch any cab headin' uptown...
...all the drivers know about Ray's Boom-Boom Room.
Ray! Where am I?
Goldmouth, somebody's gotta watch the door.
Now I could get used to this. Ladies.
Ray, this steak tastes like butter.
Made it just for you, Cookie.
- You got some steak sauce? - Boy, get us some Worcestershire sauce.
And clean off that damn table, or I'll whup your ass.
Is something wrong with your ears? Move it!
Ray! I know your club got gambling.
Poker. Wouldn't be a club without some dice.
Lucky seven! My man! Let it ride!
All right, Poker, lettin' it ride.
- Raid! Don't move! - Shit! Party's over.
- Son of a bitch! - Goddamn! Party over.
Get the back door! Put all the women in my car! Gibson!
You about ready to spend the night in the hole.
Now shut up and go to sleep. You got that?
That goes for the rest of you girls too.
Now I don't wanna hear another peep about no fuckin' Boom-Boom Room.
Sorry, Cap'n.
Shut your mouth and your fat ass.
Don't be playing with yourselves. You gotta work in the morning.
Mail call!
That's mine.
You know I hate this part, it's too hard for me.
I'm gonna get back to that game in a little while.
- Right here. - Melvin Banks, Esquire, Attorney at Law.
- What's going on? - This don't concern you. Excuse me.
Yeah, obviously not.
Slow up. You see me countin'.
Go on. Come on.
This here is Biscuit. This is New York City One...
Let's move on!
Only 15 hours of daylight left.
Got all my rocks here, boss.
Sure is hot. Think it's gonna rain later?
- What you want? - What makes you think I want something?
My dad told me when someone talks about the weather, watch your wallet.
Your daddy must have been a wise man.
Cut the shit and tell me what you want.
You still got that map?
Yeah, I still got it. Why?
If you thinkin' about bookin' it, I want in.
I think we can make it.
Didn't you tell me there was no "we"?
Now it's "we" again? What happened? Bad news in that letter?
My cousin Melvin is a lawyer and he filed an appeal on my behalf.
On your behalf? What happened to "we"?
- The appeal was denied. - I'm glad.
Daisy fell for Melvin. They're engaged to be married.
- Can you believe that? - That's hard to believe.
He a big, successful New York lawyer and you here with a bright future in cotton.
Let me figure it out for you. Eenie, meenie, miney, Melvin!
Come on, Ray. I'm serious.
Don't shut me out. You, me, the map... we can go places.
The whole time we been here...
...you just blame this shit on me.
And you just think about yourself.
- Your little scheme. Was I part of that? - No.
You'll be honest now 'cause you wanna be friends.
Let me tell you somethin', Mr. My-Shit-Don't-Stink Banks.
You got to learn a whole lot more about friendship.
Boss, he ain't workin'!
- Does this mean I'm in? - Nah, you'd probably slow me down.
You'll be worrying about your silverware being clean.
You one of them soft motherfuckers.
- What you say? - I said 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 like you swellin' all up.
Why you takin' in all this air for?
What's on your mind?
You gonna put your chin up? That mean something to me?
'Cause I said "soft"? So what?
I spell it. S-O-F-capital-T!
Soft! What you gonna do?
You must be crazy. I'll kill you.
- Oh, this is good. - Break it up!
I'm gettin' ready to shoot somebody here!
I'm gonna shoot a motherfucker today.
Ain't gonna forget this, you New York Cities.
- He started it. - Don't go to sleep, nigger.
I don't mess with nobody. You know that.
Get back to work.
This ain't over, nigger. I don't give a fuck what he say.
I'll shoot your ass.
Don't go to sleep!
We'll see who go to sleep.
Shit. Come on! Two running!
I know these trees all look alike, but this one is awful familiar.
Let me see that map.
You call this a map?
What was Cookie smokin' when he drew this?
Cookie didn't draw it. I drew it up.
We're in the middle of nowhere. You don't know where we're goin'.
I drew it 'cause you wouldn't come unless I had a map.
Now come on!
Wait up. Wait up!
Take the dogs around the house!
Y'all bring the dogs with me! Come on!
Come on!
Here they are, Superintendent.
Tracked 'em all the way to the Tallahatchie.
That's quite a ways, isn't it?
I'm glad you New York boys got to see some of...
...our beautiful countryside while we got you here.
Mae Rose!
What do you think we oughta do to teach 'em a lesson?
A night in the hole?
A night in the hole. Better make it a week.
No, don't move so fast.
Fuck y'all!
- Hey, Claude! - What?
You got a toilet in 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 is for incorrigibles.
Whatever you done, I'm not impressed.
I've seen it all before.
You probably noticed that we got no fences at Camp 8.
We don't need fences 'cause we got a gun line.
It runs from...
What the hell you doin'?
The boy can't talk. Somethin' wrong with his head.
Just can't get right, boss.
"Can't get right."
All right. 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 line, boss. - Yes.
You prisoners are now inside the gun line.
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.