No, that's not it.
Try to teach 'em the finer points of the game...
...share my wisdom, but do they listen?
They damn sure don't learn.
You're dealin' with a total lack of talent.
Ain't nobody got no talent.
Every year, Camp 12 wins the championship.
Every year they get to roast a victory pig. This year, I want that pig.
Jangle Leg, put it right to him.
That's what I'm talking about!
Who wants to hit next?
- Find the card. - Don't nobody wanna hit?
Do you wanna hit?
Let Can't Get Right have a swing.
- Him? - He can't be worse than the rest.
Let the boy have a swing.
Let's see what you can do.
Put that bat in your hand, hold it tight and take a nice swing.
Jangle Leg, a little easy on him.
- He's new, so we don't wanna... - Don't try to hurt the man.
Even swing, Can't Get Right.
Don't be scared of the ball.
That wasn't bad.
Put that on it.
That might have been one of those retard mistakes.
Give him that tricky one.
Damn.
Daddy!
- That's just like fresh water. - Hey, my little girl.
- Look like little Mae Rose done growed up. - And out.
That girl got gams.
How was the honeymoon?
- You gonna stay for supper? - 'Fraid not.
I'm shippin' out this afternoon.
You lookin' a little bit too hard.
Duh, my ass. You better just...
Turn around to the left. We have a problem.
It's all right to glance occasionally...
...but you look like you wanted to go and start fucking.
Turn around. I'm keepin' you out of some trouble. Paint the fence.
Banks! Get over here.
I'll be right back.
Stan Blocker, a scout for the nigger leagues.
Negro leagues, actually.
Pittsburgh Crawfords. Ever hear of us?
We get the games on the radio sometimes.
We played in Jackson yesterday...
...heard you got a boy who can hit the ball.
You must mean Can't Get Right.
That's him over there.
"Can't Get Right"? That's the kid's name?
Yep.
Can I talk to him?
You could try, but you won't get too far. Why're you interested?
Crawfords are always looking for new talent.
Maybe you haven't noticed, but this is a prison.
There are ways around that.
Right, Sergeant?
One never knows.
Nice looking squad.
- Look at the way she glows. - She is pretty, isn't she?
Thanks, Mom.
And we're gonna have a baby. Oh my goodness.
Can't Get Right, no, you can't do that.
Let's keep what mind you got focused.
If you hit that ball, you might be our ticket off this farm.
Come on. Think victory.
The ball! Keep your eye on the ball.
Get up underneath that motherfucker. Do your thing!
Put some of that dumb strength on it!
We gonna knock that shit right off the team!
That's what I'm talkin' about!
Don't stand there! Run!
Run! Go! Just haul ass!
Run, nigger, run!
Oh, that's our ticket off this farm.
You mark my words.
In five years, there'll be a colored man in the majors.
I don't think the world changed that much.
Maybe not yet, but it will.
I'll be out of a job.
That's some tasty hootch.
It's amazing what Ray can do with potato skins and some molasses.
What you think about our boy? He got something?
He could be the next Josh Gibson.
It's getting late, boys. We got a game in Memphis tomorrow.
What about us? Don't forget to mention us.
'Cause we like his handlers. We take care of everything for him.
I'll put in a good word for you.
He can't function without us.
- You've done a good job with him. - Thanks.
- We're hands-on with him. - Okay. All right.
- Take care. - Have a nice day.
- Walked off with my drink. - Sure did.
I ain't gonna say nothin'. Have a good day!
- Y'all come on over here! - Y'all got something to drink?
Look what we got! Some of your stuff.
Can't Get Right, this one's for you, baby!
What in the world?
What?
- Is Mae Rose all right? - She's doin' just fine.
What about the baby?
He's a big'un.
"He"? It's a boy? Honey, it's a boy!
Yeah, buddy!
Let me see that boy! Where is that boy?
Show me that grandboy!
I want every man in this camp on the line right now!
Right now! I mean right now!
Bring 'em out here! Let me see 'em!
Hope not. It was somebody in this camp.
I can feel it in my bones.
Daddy, give me my baby back.
What you laughin' at? You laughin' at me?
You know who the daddy of that chocolated baby is?
You do?
Well, who is it? Speak up!
It's my baby, boss.
He's lying. 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 differ. That little 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 nothin' to him. Don't pay that no mind.
To hell with him. It ain't that.
What's your problem, sittin' around lookin' all sad and shit?
It's almost all right in here today.
What's this?
A release form. You gettin' out this month.
- What you sittin' around lookin' all sad for? - What am I gonna do out there?
I can't go home to my mama like this.
You are crazy. Your mama gonna be happy when you get home.
But not like this, Ray.
Hey, look. The world done changed a lot. It's 1945, boy.
Not for me, it ain't.
You can't stay here. That's for damn sure.
Anybody else in the place would give his right arm... I know I would.
Shit. Fuckin' release papers, sittin' over here lookin' sad.
I won't sit here with you lookin' sad.
You got the best news of the day and you're sitting here looking sad.
You cheer up. You're goin' home.
Hey, man, that's good news. Come on. You're goin' home.
You gonna smile? There you go.
I'll see you in a minute.
Where you goin', Biscuit?
Where you goin'? Don't do that!
Hold it right there!
Man over the line!
I got Chicago!
- Goldmouth, I got Chicago! - Yeah?
Come on, fellas.
- Where you goin'? - Why you all dressed up?
What's this?
What the fuck is going on?
Blocker! What's goin' on here?
The kid's gettin' out. I got him a pardon.
What about me and Ray? Our names ain't on the pardon.
- You said you put in a good word for us. - I did.
I mentioned you. I mentioned both of you.
But the fact is, pardons don't come cheap.
That kid can hit. What can you guys do?
We're the ones who worked with him...
...night and day. - Forget it, man. Let it go.
I'm not gonna let it go.
The man said he was gonna put in a good word. Explain yourself.
But the kid's gettin' out, that's what you wanted.
Yeah. Of course.
You show them Crawfords how to play ball.
Make 'em throw you strikes.
Go. You're a free man.
It's all right.
- Come on, son. - We love you, boy.
Hit that ball, boy.
You hit one out the park for me.
Play hard, Can't Get Right!
We'll catch you on the radio!
All right. So that's that.
A new boy told me they're farming that land by the swamp.
- He saw a crop duster flyin'... - I'm not in the mood.
It's behind the barn. It can't be that hard to fly it.
- Lots of people do it. - They're called pilots.
I'm not in the mood for your fucked-up plans.
I don't hear you comin' up with no plan!
My plan is on his way to Pittsburgh right now.
Can't Get Right just got a pardon signed by the governor, thanks to us.
But we can't do nothin' for ourselves.
Don't you feel a little frustrated right now?
- Crop duster. - I'm not gettin' in no airplane with you.
I'm finally wrapping my mind around this whole concept.
- What concept is that? - They threw us in this shithole for life.
Don't you get it? We gonna die here.
We might as well head to the cemetery, pick a plot and start digging.
My daddy died in a place like this because of what you're sayin'.
He gave up hope and hung hisself. I ain't goin' out like that!
Maybe you're foolin' yourself. Maybe you just a chip off the old block.
Take that back, or we ain't friends no more.
News flash. We ain't never been friends.
We just been stuck together for 12 years.
It's been nothin' but pure hell since the moment I ran into you.
Every time I look at you, I get sick to my stomach...
...thinkin' what my life could've been if I never bumped into you.
Slow down, you might say something you'll regret.
- You better quiet down, nigger. - Only thing I regret is the day I met you.
- That's the way it is? - Yeah, that's the way it is.
I ain't got nothin' 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 in New York City!
Oh, shit!
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.
White-only pies.
Man over the line!
That boy went crazy.
You comfortable?
As a pair of fur-lined bedroom slippers.
That's very amusin'. We'll see how them slippers feel...
...after about 24 hours.
I need a volunteer!
Gibson, stand up.
I'll make you trusty right now.
If that pie-eatin' bastard step off them bottles...
...if so much as one toe hit that dirt...
...I want you to shoot him in his ass.
I want you to kill him. I want you to shoot him 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 with you, boss.
You don't wanna give me that gun, 'cause I'd probably shoot you with it.
That was the wrong answer, boy.
You a fool. I'd have taken that deal.
I beg pardon? You say something to me?
I'd have knocked you off, put a bullet in your ass...
...and be halfway to New York right now.
Well, my goodness. After all these years of blissful silence...
...I forgot how annoying the sound of your voice is.
I hope you know I don't owe you a damn thing.
I ain't do nothin' for you to owe me.
What you got I ain't got? I did it for me.
I'm a man. I ain't no motherfucking, bootlickin' trusty.
You'll make me fall off, talkin' to your ass.
It's about being poised. Just poise yourself.
Poise, my ass.
Sorry to hear about your mama passing.
Yeah, about five years ago.
Thank you.
Since we're talkin', I thought I'd mention it.
We not talkin', you talkin'. And doin' a little bit too much of it.
Every time you start talkin', I almost fall...
- Would you stop... - Don't say nothin' else to me!
- You about to make me fall. - Hold still, don't say nothin'.
Oh! Damn, one of my toes in the bottle.
Damn it, Ray, shit.
What you laughin' about? What's so funny?
Thinkin' about you runnin' with bullets flyin' over your head.
That's something to see there. That was a sight to see.
Bullets weren't the problem, Ray.
That pie was too hot.
Burned my damn tongue.
It sure is good talkin' to you again.
Good talkin' to you too.
Come on! Let's move!
We got 14 acres of land to clear today! Let's go!
Gibson, Banks, get your sorry asses over here.
Every mornin' I wake up prayin'...
...that the two of you have died in their sleep.
And every mornin' you disappoint me.
Sorry, boss.
You two got 15 minutes to clear out your lockers.
The both of you have been transferred to the superintendent's mansion.
And I, for one, won't miss you.
Here's your medicine, Mr. Wilkins.
My pills. Thank you.
You're welcome.
Oh, yard boy.
This myrtle could use some attention.
Perhaps some fertilizer would restore its exuberance.
Get your ass to work.
Tell me what you think of this place.
It's one of these new retirement communities...
...they built down on the Gulf.
I ought to try to enjoy myself what few years I got left.
Let's take a look at this.
Eyesight ain't what it once was. Ooh, this is nice here.
"Ocean views... palm trees."
"Two heated swimming pools."
Sounds a damn sight better than that infirmary across the way...
...where I'm gonna end up, I'll tell you that.
I must apologize. That was rude of me.
That's all right. Takes more than some colorful brochure to hurt my feelings.
You've been on the farm for quite a spell, haven't you?
Over 40 years now. Me and Ray Gibson out there.
Forty years.
That's a long time for any crime, even murder.
It's a hell of a lot longer when you're innocent.
Half the men in this prison swear they're innocent.
Don't ya think that's kinda funny?
You have to forgive me if I don't laugh.
Excuse me.
What you lookin' at, Ray?
- Just what the fuck you lookin' at? - I noticed that...
...I noticed you and Mr. Wilkins been mighty friendly lately.
Y'all wanna be a new couple or somethin'?
Kiss my ass.
Mr. Wilkins just an old man that like to talk.
That's all that is, Ray. That's all.
Y'all like to talk. I'm lonely, and I like to talk too.
What you wanna talk about?
I wanna talk about the plan you've been working on.
I ain't workin' on no plan!
I know ya. And I know when you got somethin' brewin'.
What I got brewin'?
- You tell me! - You done lost your damn mind.
I don't care what you believe.
You got somethin' up your sleeve.
Think I'm gonna stay up arguing with you?
You cuttin' into my sleepin' time. Kiss my ass and good night.
Go to sleep, nigger. I hope it's the long one.
Why you talkin' instead of sleepin'?
I'm going to sleep. Why don't you?
Why can't I just sit here and look at your ass?
And wonder what you got up your sleeve.
I got somethin' brewin'.
I got an ass-whuppin' for ya if you don't stop fuckin' with me.
- That's right. - All right. Sleep tight.
I hope your ass piss the bed with that weak-ass bladder of yours.
If I do, then I'll put the sheets on you. How you like that?
Where the hell you think you goin'?
Mr. Wilkins' driver got the flu, and he asked me to fill in for him.
How you gonna fill in for somebody? You can't drive.
You ain't got a license, ain't drove in 40 years.
He know you're takin' his life into your hands?
- Shut up. - No. Where the hell you goin'?
- If you must know... - Then I must know. I got to know.
Greenville. Pick up the new superintendent at the bus station.
What's with the old pretty suit? You Harry Belafonte?
I look very dapper, very debonair, don't I?
Now don't touch this car.
I piss on the motherfucker. Ain't gonna touch it.
- Why you got to say nasty shit? - 'Cause I'm a nasty motherfucker.
You know I trust you, Claude.
- I hope so. - Be right back.
What the fuck?
Naturally, I had to get set down next to your proverbial hypochondriac...
...middle-aged fat lady with a goddamn wart on her nose...
...hair growin' out of it, for Christ's sakes.
I tell ya, I got to know...
... her goddamn gall bladder...
... like the back of my goddamn hand.
Claude? Mr. Pike, Claude.
There you go, boy.
Come on. It's time to go.
Let me get that door for you. You just stretch out.
Now you're sure it was him.
Some faces you just don't forget.
Warren Pike is one of 'em.
Got a bird!
That's quite a haul.
What d'ya say, Mr. Pike? You about ready to call it a day?
Yeah, it's gettin' late...
...and I sure as hell could use a nice, hot bath.
That's a mighty fine timepiece you got there, Mr. Pike.
- Even play a fancy tune, huh? - Yeah, it's special.
- They don't make 'em like that anymore. - I'll bet they don't.
Would you mind if I asked where you got that from?
My wife gave it to me on our anniversary some years back.
About 40 years back?
Forty years. Yeah, something like that.
She give you that scar on your face too?
I oughta kill you for that remark.
What's goin' on here?
I think I might just have to teach this uppity nigger...
...a lesson in manners.
Ray, be cool. You gonna get us in a lot of trouble now.
He's right, Gibson. 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 this son of a bitch dead. I don't wanna see you go down with him.
Give me the gun.
He got my daddy's watch! He killed Winston Hancock!
Don't listen to him. He's crazy.
- Stop. Think about what you're sayin'. - I know what I'm sayin'!
That's the only thing my daddy ever give me.
Is there any truth in what this man is saying?
What the hell difference does it make?
At least the state of Mississippi got 40 years of cheap labor out of the deal.
Motherfucker, you took our lives. Gimme the gun.
- I'm gonna kill this motherfucker myself. - No!
Put it down, Pike!
I believe this belongs to me.
My daddy's watch.
We were walkin' back. A bird came out low on our left.
I swung on it.
Mr. Pike walked directly in my line of fire.
Where were the two convicts when the shot was fired?
They were loadin' up the truck. They'd gone on ahead.
Why don't he just tell him the truth?
Nobody wanna hear it. He gonna tell 'em what they wanna hear.
- I don't know. - We'll talk.
Here he comes.
I think they bought it. One of the deputies is a member of my church.
Gibson, I don't think there's any way that...
...I could, uh...
Claude...
There's no way to make up for 40 years.
I'll get Charlie to...
...to draw up your pardon papers in the morning.
- Would you mind helpin' me upstairs? - Sure, boss.
I'm not your boss.
I'm not your boss. Not anymore.
So Ray and Claude get their pardons, right?
No, ain't get their pardons, man.
If they got their pardons back then, we wouldn't be buryin' them today.
- That's right. - Damn.
What happened is old man Wilkins...
...never come out of the bathroom.
Sat right there and died on the shitter.
That must've been pretty messed up for them.
What happened to them after that, old-timer?
Let's see. What happened after that?
Oh, yeah!
They got old.
Shit. We all got old.
And getting out took on a whole new meaning.
Looks like Jonsey got his walking papers.
Yeah, there he go.
Over to the morgue, up the hill to the cemetery.
You were right when you said what you said.
You said we wasn't never gonna get out of this place.
And you were right. You said the only way we gonna get outta here...
...is through the morgue and the cemetery.
And you're right, 'cause we right here.
Right here, right now.
Yeah, I remember saying that.
We next. Let's be real.
We next. You like baseball? We on deck.
- On deck for what? - For what? That upper room, nigger.
"The upper room
"When Jesus..."
Know where that is, the upper room they're singin' about?
- "The upper room" - Yeah, I'll tell you what.
You die first, I'm gonna sing at your funeral.
I'm gonna just bust up in the motherfucker and go "Upper room."
Let 'em shoot me. I don't give a fuck if they take me out singin'.
- You crazy, Ray. - Hell, yeah.
Friend.
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. Gimme what you got.
I'll raise ya.
Yo, what the fuck are those?
It helps keep the cholesterol down.
Do I look like I give a damn about my cholesterol?
- You want a bump, G? - No, I don't want none of that shit.
- That's right. - I wouldn't put that in my nose.
- You know how they get it in here? - Tell him how.
People smuggle it in... in their ass.
- Say what? - I know the motherfucker that bring it in.
That come out of somebody's asshole, so go on, enjoy.
I know if I got to get high...
...I got to smell some shit, I ain't gonna have none.
That ain't high. That's low.
That cocaine, heroin, marijuana, all that shit, bring it all in here...
...in their ass.
Look like it's up to you, ass-sniffer.
Boys, come and get it! Jell-O!
- Jell-O pudding! - 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 said "Jell-O."
- Ray. - I don't want no Jell-O.
I ain't said nothin' about the Jell-O.
I was thinkin' about what we talked about this afternoon.
- I think I got a plan. - You got a plan?
I'm a visionary on this one.
- You got it all worked out? - I think I really do.
Listen here. Any plan you got...
...I don't even wanna hear 'cause I know it's fucked up.
All fucked up.
If you don't wanna believe me, don't.
I'm too old. I ain't got time for no plan. I'm 90 years old.
I never thought I'd see the day that old Ray Gibson give up hope.
- Never thought... - Say what now?
I said I never thought I'd hear the day...
...that old Ray Gibson give up hope.
I ain't give up no motherfuckin' hope.
I'm keepin' it real like them niggers in here keep it real.
Ain't nobody give up nothin'.
- You'd probably slow me down anyway. - Said which?
You'd slow me down.
You must be high if you think 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 shit.
- Put your drawers on or something. - Oh, cover it up.
Don't touch it.
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 ruin my stomach.
Anybody seen Claude?
I been here the whole time. He ain't come out.
- Claude ain't out! - Claude has died, God!
No, Ray, don't go!
- Claude! - Ray, you can't go in there!
- Ray, come back! - Claude!
Claude!
- How did it start? - Probably old wires.
Place was a tinderbox just waitin' to go.
I guess we should've torn this old building down a long time ago.
Gibson made it this far before he was probably overcome by smoke.
From the looks of things, Banks didn't even make it out of bed.
You really bummed me out.
That's a terrible story.
You cryin'?
No, I got allergies. I'm cool.
Oh, my God.
Ain't nothin' wrong with a man cryin' every now and again.
So what was Claude's plan, anyway?
Claude figured...
...he could steal a couple of bodies from the morgue, right?
That way, when he set the infirmary on fire...
...in all the commotion, him and Ray could just...
...slip right onto them fire engines, see?
Hide out, wait until the mornin'...
...and roll right on out with 'em.
That way, when they find the two bodies, they think it was them.
What makes you think that ain't work?
I never said it didn't work.
You mean this is not Ray and Claude in these two boxes?
Is it, old man?
Hey, old-timer, is it?
- See? - I like that.
You feel part of this baseball game, don't you?
They only get one out of me today.
We were arguing about something.
I didn't appreciate when you said something about...
You had just said I was...
You said that, uh...
Hell with it.
It's a hell of a day for a ball game.
- Yankees on fire. - Motherfuckers kickin' ass.
- Which ones the Yankees? - Well, the ones up at the mound.
Go, go, you! Run!
That's the Yankees right there.
- Which ones there? - That's the Yankees right there.
It's a perfect plan. We're out.
What's so perfect? Took 65 years to come up with it.
Why can't you just say thank you?
You want me to say thank you, you can kiss my ass too.
I'm ready to go back right now.
Then let's go, Ray.
Help a nigger! Don't make me stand in this cold.
Your bitch'd be standing... I'm sorry.
Fuck around with me, it's gonna be consequences and repercussions.
- What's repercussions? - Uh-oh.
Let me get that.
I know it's 1932.
I'm the first one to have this.
Hey, watch... Shit. I almost got stung by a bee.
You were scared, huh? Don't be scared.
Don't be scared, and don't laugh either.
'Cause it ain't funny.
That boy got God-given talent.
God made his...
What's wrong? The moustache too big?
He give up hope, hung himself because of the airplane that's coming over.
Make me have to loop this shit. I ain't loopin' shit!
We get it now or not at all!
My name Jangle Leg, Jangle Leg.
You think that's funny?
That's probably the last time. Sorry.
My bad.
This ain't my daddy's watch.
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