The Sky Is Gray (1980) - full transcript
A young boy named James comes of age in 1940s Louisiana and grapples with what it means to be black during a time of racism and poverty. James's mother accompanies her son to town to see about the boy's nagging toothache, and his journey soon becomes an eye-opening odyssey.
(chiming piano music)
(melancholy piano music)
- Ow.
(buzzing)
- It's still hurtin' huh?
You can't talk?
You won't tell nobody?
I sure woulda told somebody.
My tooth was hurtin' me, I
sure woulda told somebody.
(brooding acoustic guitar music)
- Alright y'all.
(pouring water)
Hit it, James.
Your mama be through
preppin' everything
by the time you get there.
And you too, Ty.
Wear your hat.
James?
How long your teeth
been hurtin' you?
- I ain't got no toothache.
- Whose jaw was you
holdin' last night?
Go on in there and
get you some aspirin.
Jigger down there.
Wrap it up in some cotton first.
(bouncy acoustic
guitar strumming)
(thrashing)
(pigs grunting)
(lamb whining)
- [James] Got you wussy.
- Ow!
- Psshew pshew.
- Pshew.
(moaning)
(high-pitched hollering)
- [Ty] We should avail.
Come on!
(hollering)
(fast-paced fiddle music)
(laughing, hollering)
- Through my fault.
Through my most grievous fault.
How you feelin'?
- Same.
- Through the power
of the holy ghost.
Through him, with him.
In the name of the father,
(yelling)
and the son.
Still hurtin'?
- Yes sir.
- What kind of prayers
you prayin', boy?
- Baptist.
- Ooooh, no wonder that
tooth is still killin' him.
I'm goin' one way and
he's pullin' another.
- Mhmm.
- [Monsieur] Boy, don't you
know any Catholic prayers?
- I know Hail Mary.
- Mhmm.
Well, you better
start sayin' 'em.
- Yes sir.
Hail Mary, full of grace.
The Lord is with thee.
- The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongs women.
(moaning)
And blessed is the
fruit our womb, Jesus.
(screaming)
How's that?
- It stopped.
It don't hurt no more.
- James, come here.
You done caught a couple
of birds in your trap.
- I did?
Oh mama, can I keep 'em?
Me and Ty could train 'em.
I could raise 'em mama.
- Rosemary, get me a fork.
- Ty.
- Make a fine meal, Octavia.
- [Ty] I got it.
I got it.
- I can't.
- James, take this fork.
- Please mama, I can't kill 'em.
- Take this fork, James.
Get him outta there.
- I can't mama.
- Get him out of there, James.
(chicken squawking)
Give it here.
(squawking)
That's one.
Get the other.
- Please mama.
I'll do anything, but
don't make me do this.
- James, get him out of there.
Get him out, James.
Get him out.
- Octavia, explain to the child.
Don't just beat him.
Explain to him.
- James.
Get him out.
- Ty.
Come on.
Come on.
(crying)
(high-pitched daunting music)
(squawking)
James, my boy, you
did a good job.
- Sure did.
- Yep, a pretty good job.
I needed meat.
(laughing)
- How you feel?
- James, tomorrow
we goin' to town.
- But it ain't hurtin'
me no more, mama.
See.
I can eat anything you want.
And I can get the work done.
- We're goin' to town tomorrow.
I'm tired.
Goin' to bed.
Goodnight y'all.
You and Ty don't be too
far behind me, James.
- That boy is just
like his daddy.
It's a damn shame the
way they took him away
and they ain't even
give Octavia enough
to help with them children.
But that's the Army for ya.
And they didn't get
me and they ain't ever
gonna get me.
- Shhh, you're
gonna wake 'em up.
Besides, they don't
need to hear that.
- Well it's the God's truth.
She's workin' out in
them fields rain or shine
tryin' to make ends meet.
That just ain't right.
But a sweet little
thang like you
shouldn't have to
mess herself up
out workin' in them fields.
- Shhh.
- Alright.
Alright, but one day,
they gonna find out.
- Well all we can
do is what we doin'.
Rest is in his hands.
Ain't for us to question.
- Yeah, yep, I guess you right.
Well sugam, let's
talk about me and you.
- [Rosemary] I wish
you'd just stay quiet.
- [Monsieur] Alright,
I'll be quiet.
(smooching)
I ain't said nothin' honey.
Oh, that's so nice.
(giggling)
- Well I got enough
to go and come back.
Let's see.
A dollar and a half.
After tooth pull,
nickel for me to go.
A nickel for him.
Dime to come back.
Fifty cents left.
Guess I could get a little
piece of salt meat with that.
- Sure can use it.
White beans and no salt
meat, just seem like beans.
- It sure ain't.
Better get ready.
We can catch the noon bus
and still work the
fields this afternoon.
(blowing wind)
(church inspired piano music)
James.
(church organ and piano music)
(bouncy jazz music)
(lively piano music)
(kids chattering)
Stay in front of me.
(groaning)
(people chattering)
(groaning)
(speech muffled out by groaning)
- Is that your friend in there?
- That's my friend.
(grunting groan)
- John Lee Williams.
- I gotta go.
- Come on in.
- [Nurse] You
seein' the dentist?
- Yes.
- [Nurse] What's his name.
- I don't want to go!
No.
(kid screaming)
- Man, I thought they
was killin' you in there.
Howlin' like a pig under a gate.
(laughing)
(kid screaming)
- Why the Lord let that
child suffer like that?
- It's not for us to question.
- Sometimes, maybe we should.
- I know definitely
we shouldn't.
- Why?
- Why anything?
- Why he let us poor
folks suffer the most?
I don't understand it.
(kid screaming)
- Best not to try.
He works in mysterious ways.
Has wonders to perform.
- We should question
and question,
question everything.
(kid screaming)
- Maybe you can
explain what you mean.
- I meant what I said.
Question everythang.
- Me and this lady
was talkin' about God.
- Question him too.
- Now wait a minute.
Just wait a minute.
- Show me one reason to believe
in the existence of a god.
- My heart tells me.
- My heart tells me.
My heart pumps blood
throughout my body.
Nothin' else.
We supposed to
question everything.
Freedom, liberty, God,
white, colored.
What do all those words mean?
- That's what we
educatin' 'em for.
To be mad at the world.
- You ain't educatin' me.
Now I wash dishes at night
so I can go to
school in the day.
Because I ask questions
you call me mad.
- I'm sorry for you.
- You feel sorry for
yourself because a white man
told you to believe
in God and why?
To keep you ignorant
so he can keep his
foot on your neck.
- So now I's ignorant too?
- Yeah, you ignorant.
(kid screaming)
- Get up boy.
(smacking)
(gasping)
- You forgot the other cheek.
(smacking)
(gasping)
It ain't changed a thing.
(church organ music)
- I feel sorry for you.
Y'all excuse me.
I come back some other time.
Please excuse me.
(kid moaning)
- They got some books
over there, mama.
Want to read one of 'em?
Can I?
(drilling)
(groaning)
(drilling)
- You really don't
believe in God?
- No.
- Why?
- Because the wind is pink.
(chortling)
- That's a good one.
Yes sir, that's a good one.
- You don't believe
the wind is pink?
- Sure I do, honey.
Sure I do.
What color is grass?
- Grass?
Grass is black.
(laughing)
You don't believe it.
- Grass is green.
It was green yesterday.
It's green today, and it is
goin' to be green tomorrow.
- Prove it's green.
- Oh, this not gon'
come to that is it?
- Words mean nothing.
One no more than the other.
Now it's green 'cause
someone told you it's green.
If they told you it was
black, you'd believe that.
Action is the only thing.
Doin'.
Words mean nothin'.
- I didn't agree with
that preacher before,
but now I don't know.
When somebody say
that grass is black
either he's a lunatic
or somethin' is wrong.
- Prove to me it's green.
- It's green 'cause
people say it's green.
- The same people who
says you's a citizen.
- Well I think I'm a citizen.
- Citizens have rights.
Name me one right you have.
One right granted
by the Constitution
you can exercise in Bayonne.
(kid grumbling)
- Things is changin'.
- 'Cause we thinkin' with
our head and not our hearts.
- Are the new
models all like you?
- I hope not ma'am.
I don't believe in your gods.
I was born too late.
I just hope your children
have a better chance than me.
I don't believe in anything.
For me the wind is pink.
And grass is black.
(acoustic guitar strumming)
(sobbing)
(bouncy piano music)
(people chattering)
- The doctor will not be
seein' any more patients
'til one o'clock this afternoon.
- Nurse, I've got to go back
to the fields this afternoon.
- Doctor's treatin'
his last patient now.
- Can I at least
speak to the doctor?
- I'm his nurse.
- My little boy's sick.
His tooth's almost killin' him.
- [Nurse] This afternoon.
(bouncy piano music)
- Come on.
(brooding guitar
and piano music)
You have to make water?
- [James] No ma'am.
(wind blowing)
- James, keep your
eyes in front.
(brooding guitar
and piano music)
Come on.
(men chattering)
Got any ax handles?
(men chattering in French)
James.
(bouncy piano and
guitar strumming)
Come on.
You hungry?
- No ma'am.
- You wanna eat and walk back
or you rather
don't eat and ride?
- I ain't hungry.
- Come on.
(bouncy jazz music)
- I ain't hungry, mama.
- Got to pay 'em
somethin' for the heat.
Could I have a couple
of those cakes,
coffee, and a milk please?
(chattering)
- I can't eat all this, mama.
(laughing)
- Watch this.
- Yeah OK, we'll see.
- Keep your eyes on your plate.
(coin clanking)
(jazz piano love song)
- Dance pretty?
* I won't be such a fool
* The way I was with you
* Next time I'll
know this is love
* Next time I'll know
* A kiss that lasts forever
(jazz horns)
* The feeling doesn't pass
* They only really last
* If this is really love
(crashing thud)
(laughing)
- Some pimp.
- James, stay there.
Come on.
I'll gut you from your
navel to your throat.
Come on.
- You some pimp, yes sir.
You a pimp all right.
Yes siree.
(laughing)
You don't have to leave, honey.
(laughing)
(brooding jazz piano music)
- Stop.
Y'all eat?
- Just finished.
- Y'all must be cold then.
- We're headin' for the dentist.
We'll warm up when we get there.
- Which dentist?
Mr. Basset?
- [Octavia] Yes ma'am.
- Come on in then.
I'll telephone him.
Tell him y'all are comin'.
(wind whistling)
Come on.
- [Ernest] Helena?
- Yes Ernest.
- [Ernest] Did she see you?
- They're here.
Standin' in front of me.
- [Ernest] Now you
can stay inside.
- I saw y'all each
time you went by.
Went out to catch
you but you was gone.
- We went back in town.
- Did you eat?
- Yes ma'am.
- There's food in the kitchen.
I've been keepin' it warm.
- We don't take no handouts.
- I'm not handin' out anythin'.
I need my garbage
moved to the front.
Ernest has a bad cold.
He can't go out.
- James will move it for you.
- Not unless you eat.
I'm old, but I got my
pride too you know.
Come into the kitchen.
Sit down.
Not you boy.
You have to move the cans.
- [Ernest] Helena?
- Yes Ernest.
- [Ernest] Are you
goin' out there again?
- Imma show the boy
where the garbage is.
- [Ernest] Keep your shawl on.
- Come on boy.
There.
Here, leave that can alone.
Pick it up, carry
it to the front.
Put it on the sidewalk, and
come back for the other one.
(bouncy country fiddle music)
Come in here boy
and wash your hands.
Children, I know.
- [Ernest] Helena?
- Yes Ernest.
- [Ernest] Are they eatin'?
- Yes.
- [Ernest] Good, now
you'll stay inside.
(slow piano music)
- I talked to Dr.
Basset's nurse.
He'll take ya just as
soon as you get there.
- Thank you, ma'am.
- Perfectly all right.
Which one is it?
You're not afraid are ya?
- No ma'am.
- That's a good boy.
Dr. Basset won't hurt ya.
- Thank you.
- [James] Thank you.
- [Ernest] Helena?
Are they leaving?
- Yes Ernest.
- [Ernest] Tell
'em I said goodbye.
- They can hear ya, Ernest.
- [Ernest] Bye mother and son.
May God be with you.
- Goodbye.
- [James] Bye.
- You sell salt meat?
- Yes.
- Give me two bits worth.
- That isn't very
much salt meat.
- It's all I have.
That's an awful lot
of meat for a quarter.
- I been sellin'
salt meat behind
this counter for 25 years.
I think I know what I'm doin'.
- You got a scale
there, weigh it.
- You tellin' me how
to run my business?
- Thank you very
much for the food.
James.
- Just a minute.
(coin clanking)
- Your kindness will
never be forgotten.
James.
(wind whirring)
James, turn that
collar right back down.
You're not a bum.
You're a man.
(chiming piano music)
(slow piano music
and guitar music)
(chiming piano music)
(melancholy piano music)
- Ow.
(buzzing)
- It's still hurtin' huh?
You can't talk?
You won't tell nobody?
I sure woulda told somebody.
My tooth was hurtin' me, I
sure woulda told somebody.
(brooding acoustic guitar music)
- Alright y'all.
(pouring water)
Hit it, James.
Your mama be through
preppin' everything
by the time you get there.
And you too, Ty.
Wear your hat.
James?
How long your teeth
been hurtin' you?
- I ain't got no toothache.
- Whose jaw was you
holdin' last night?
Go on in there and
get you some aspirin.
Jigger down there.
Wrap it up in some cotton first.
(bouncy acoustic
guitar strumming)
(thrashing)
(pigs grunting)
(lamb whining)
- [James] Got you wussy.
- Ow!
- Psshew pshew.
- Pshew.
(moaning)
(high-pitched hollering)
- [Ty] We should avail.
Come on!
(hollering)
(fast-paced fiddle music)
(laughing, hollering)
- Through my fault.
Through my most grievous fault.
How you feelin'?
- Same.
- Through the power
of the holy ghost.
Through him, with him.
In the name of the father,
(yelling)
and the son.
Still hurtin'?
- Yes sir.
- What kind of prayers
you prayin', boy?
- Baptist.
- Ooooh, no wonder that
tooth is still killin' him.
I'm goin' one way and
he's pullin' another.
- Mhmm.
- [Monsieur] Boy, don't you
know any Catholic prayers?
- I know Hail Mary.
- Mhmm.
Well, you better
start sayin' 'em.
- Yes sir.
Hail Mary, full of grace.
The Lord is with thee.
- The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongs women.
(moaning)
And blessed is the
fruit our womb, Jesus.
(screaming)
How's that?
- It stopped.
It don't hurt no more.
- James, come here.
You done caught a couple
of birds in your trap.
- I did?
Oh mama, can I keep 'em?
Me and Ty could train 'em.
I could raise 'em mama.
- Rosemary, get me a fork.
- Ty.
- Make a fine meal, Octavia.
- [Ty] I got it.
I got it.
- I can't.
- James, take this fork.
- Please mama, I can't kill 'em.
- Take this fork, James.
Get him outta there.
- I can't mama.
- Get him out of there, James.
(chicken squawking)
Give it here.
(squawking)
That's one.
Get the other.
- Please mama.
I'll do anything, but
don't make me do this.
- James, get him out of there.
Get him out, James.
Get him out.
- Octavia, explain to the child.
Don't just beat him.
Explain to him.
- James.
Get him out.
- Ty.
Come on.
Come on.
(crying)
(high-pitched daunting music)
(squawking)
James, my boy, you
did a good job.
- Sure did.
- Yep, a pretty good job.
I needed meat.
(laughing)
- How you feel?
- James, tomorrow
we goin' to town.
- But it ain't hurtin'
me no more, mama.
See.
I can eat anything you want.
And I can get the work done.
- We're goin' to town tomorrow.
I'm tired.
Goin' to bed.
Goodnight y'all.
You and Ty don't be too
far behind me, James.
- That boy is just
like his daddy.
It's a damn shame the
way they took him away
and they ain't even
give Octavia enough
to help with them children.
But that's the Army for ya.
And they didn't get
me and they ain't ever
gonna get me.
- Shhh, you're
gonna wake 'em up.
Besides, they don't
need to hear that.
- Well it's the God's truth.
She's workin' out in
them fields rain or shine
tryin' to make ends meet.
That just ain't right.
But a sweet little
thang like you
shouldn't have to
mess herself up
out workin' in them fields.
- Shhh.
- Alright.
Alright, but one day,
they gonna find out.
- Well all we can
do is what we doin'.
Rest is in his hands.
Ain't for us to question.
- Yeah, yep, I guess you right.
Well sugam, let's
talk about me and you.
- [Rosemary] I wish
you'd just stay quiet.
- [Monsieur] Alright,
I'll be quiet.
(smooching)
I ain't said nothin' honey.
Oh, that's so nice.
(giggling)
- Well I got enough
to go and come back.
Let's see.
A dollar and a half.
After tooth pull,
nickel for me to go.
A nickel for him.
Dime to come back.
Fifty cents left.
Guess I could get a little
piece of salt meat with that.
- Sure can use it.
White beans and no salt
meat, just seem like beans.
- It sure ain't.
Better get ready.
We can catch the noon bus
and still work the
fields this afternoon.
(blowing wind)
(church inspired piano music)
James.
(church organ and piano music)
(bouncy jazz music)
(lively piano music)
(kids chattering)
Stay in front of me.
(groaning)
(people chattering)
(groaning)
(speech muffled out by groaning)
- Is that your friend in there?
- That's my friend.
(grunting groan)
- John Lee Williams.
- I gotta go.
- Come on in.
- [Nurse] You
seein' the dentist?
- Yes.
- [Nurse] What's his name.
- I don't want to go!
No.
(kid screaming)
- Man, I thought they
was killin' you in there.
Howlin' like a pig under a gate.
(laughing)
(kid screaming)
- Why the Lord let that
child suffer like that?
- It's not for us to question.
- Sometimes, maybe we should.
- I know definitely
we shouldn't.
- Why?
- Why anything?
- Why he let us poor
folks suffer the most?
I don't understand it.
(kid screaming)
- Best not to try.
He works in mysterious ways.
Has wonders to perform.
- We should question
and question,
question everything.
(kid screaming)
- Maybe you can
explain what you mean.
- I meant what I said.
Question everythang.
- Me and this lady
was talkin' about God.
- Question him too.
- Now wait a minute.
Just wait a minute.
- Show me one reason to believe
in the existence of a god.
- My heart tells me.
- My heart tells me.
My heart pumps blood
throughout my body.
Nothin' else.
We supposed to
question everything.
Freedom, liberty, God,
white, colored.
What do all those words mean?
- That's what we
educatin' 'em for.
To be mad at the world.
- You ain't educatin' me.
Now I wash dishes at night
so I can go to
school in the day.
Because I ask questions
you call me mad.
- I'm sorry for you.
- You feel sorry for
yourself because a white man
told you to believe
in God and why?
To keep you ignorant
so he can keep his
foot on your neck.
- So now I's ignorant too?
- Yeah, you ignorant.
(kid screaming)
- Get up boy.
(smacking)
(gasping)
- You forgot the other cheek.
(smacking)
(gasping)
It ain't changed a thing.
(church organ music)
- I feel sorry for you.
Y'all excuse me.
I come back some other time.
Please excuse me.
(kid moaning)
- They got some books
over there, mama.
Want to read one of 'em?
Can I?
(drilling)
(groaning)
(drilling)
- You really don't
believe in God?
- No.
- Why?
- Because the wind is pink.
(chortling)
- That's a good one.
Yes sir, that's a good one.
- You don't believe
the wind is pink?
- Sure I do, honey.
Sure I do.
What color is grass?
- Grass?
Grass is black.
(laughing)
You don't believe it.
- Grass is green.
It was green yesterday.
It's green today, and it is
goin' to be green tomorrow.
- Prove it's green.
- Oh, this not gon'
come to that is it?
- Words mean nothing.
One no more than the other.
Now it's green 'cause
someone told you it's green.
If they told you it was
black, you'd believe that.
Action is the only thing.
Doin'.
Words mean nothin'.
- I didn't agree with
that preacher before,
but now I don't know.
When somebody say
that grass is black
either he's a lunatic
or somethin' is wrong.
- Prove to me it's green.
- It's green 'cause
people say it's green.
- The same people who
says you's a citizen.
- Well I think I'm a citizen.
- Citizens have rights.
Name me one right you have.
One right granted
by the Constitution
you can exercise in Bayonne.
(kid grumbling)
- Things is changin'.
- 'Cause we thinkin' with
our head and not our hearts.
- Are the new
models all like you?
- I hope not ma'am.
I don't believe in your gods.
I was born too late.
I just hope your children
have a better chance than me.
I don't believe in anything.
For me the wind is pink.
And grass is black.
(acoustic guitar strumming)
(sobbing)
(bouncy piano music)
(people chattering)
- The doctor will not be
seein' any more patients
'til one o'clock this afternoon.
- Nurse, I've got to go back
to the fields this afternoon.
- Doctor's treatin'
his last patient now.
- Can I at least
speak to the doctor?
- I'm his nurse.
- My little boy's sick.
His tooth's almost killin' him.
- [Nurse] This afternoon.
(bouncy piano music)
- Come on.
(brooding guitar
and piano music)
You have to make water?
- [James] No ma'am.
(wind blowing)
- James, keep your
eyes in front.
(brooding guitar
and piano music)
Come on.
(men chattering)
Got any ax handles?
(men chattering in French)
James.
(bouncy piano and
guitar strumming)
Come on.
You hungry?
- No ma'am.
- You wanna eat and walk back
or you rather
don't eat and ride?
- I ain't hungry.
- Come on.
(bouncy jazz music)
- I ain't hungry, mama.
- Got to pay 'em
somethin' for the heat.
Could I have a couple
of those cakes,
coffee, and a milk please?
(chattering)
- I can't eat all this, mama.
(laughing)
- Watch this.
- Yeah OK, we'll see.
- Keep your eyes on your plate.
(coin clanking)
(jazz piano love song)
- Dance pretty?
* I won't be such a fool
* The way I was with you
* Next time I'll
know this is love
* Next time I'll know
* A kiss that lasts forever
(jazz horns)
* The feeling doesn't pass
* They only really last
* If this is really love
(crashing thud)
(laughing)
- Some pimp.
- James, stay there.
Come on.
I'll gut you from your
navel to your throat.
Come on.
- You some pimp, yes sir.
You a pimp all right.
Yes siree.
(laughing)
You don't have to leave, honey.
(laughing)
(brooding jazz piano music)
- Stop.
Y'all eat?
- Just finished.
- Y'all must be cold then.
- We're headin' for the dentist.
We'll warm up when we get there.
- Which dentist?
Mr. Basset?
- [Octavia] Yes ma'am.
- Come on in then.
I'll telephone him.
Tell him y'all are comin'.
(wind whistling)
Come on.
- [Ernest] Helena?
- Yes Ernest.
- [Ernest] Did she see you?
- They're here.
Standin' in front of me.
- [Ernest] Now you
can stay inside.
- I saw y'all each
time you went by.
Went out to catch
you but you was gone.
- We went back in town.
- Did you eat?
- Yes ma'am.
- There's food in the kitchen.
I've been keepin' it warm.
- We don't take no handouts.
- I'm not handin' out anythin'.
I need my garbage
moved to the front.
Ernest has a bad cold.
He can't go out.
- James will move it for you.
- Not unless you eat.
I'm old, but I got my
pride too you know.
Come into the kitchen.
Sit down.
Not you boy.
You have to move the cans.
- [Ernest] Helena?
- Yes Ernest.
- [Ernest] Are you
goin' out there again?
- Imma show the boy
where the garbage is.
- [Ernest] Keep your shawl on.
- Come on boy.
There.
Here, leave that can alone.
Pick it up, carry
it to the front.
Put it on the sidewalk, and
come back for the other one.
(bouncy country fiddle music)
Come in here boy
and wash your hands.
Children, I know.
- [Ernest] Helena?
- Yes Ernest.
- [Ernest] Are they eatin'?
- Yes.
- [Ernest] Good, now
you'll stay inside.
(slow piano music)
- I talked to Dr.
Basset's nurse.
He'll take ya just as
soon as you get there.
- Thank you, ma'am.
- Perfectly all right.
Which one is it?
You're not afraid are ya?
- No ma'am.
- That's a good boy.
Dr. Basset won't hurt ya.
- Thank you.
- [James] Thank you.
- [Ernest] Helena?
Are they leaving?
- Yes Ernest.
- [Ernest] Tell
'em I said goodbye.
- They can hear ya, Ernest.
- [Ernest] Bye mother and son.
May God be with you.
- Goodbye.
- [James] Bye.
- You sell salt meat?
- Yes.
- Give me two bits worth.
- That isn't very
much salt meat.
- It's all I have.
That's an awful lot
of meat for a quarter.
- I been sellin'
salt meat behind
this counter for 25 years.
I think I know what I'm doin'.
- You got a scale
there, weigh it.
- You tellin' me how
to run my business?
- Thank you very
much for the food.
James.
- Just a minute.
(coin clanking)
- Your kindness will
never be forgotten.
James.
(wind whirring)
James, turn that
collar right back down.
You're not a bum.
You're a man.
(chiming piano music)
(slow piano music
and guitar music)
(chiming piano music)