:43:01
d Don't knock on my door
:43:05
d l done told you two or three times
l don't want you no more
:43:11
d l run in here, baby, cos l got kinda sick
Ain't nothing ailing my stomach
:43:16
d lt's something wrong with my...
Dixieland was a camp in Georgia
:43:20
d You can't stay there very long
:43:24
d All the friends l had
done shook hands and gone
:43:29
Mr Johnson.
Mr Johnson, l work at the pool hall.
:43:32
l wanna work for you. l promise l'll
be the fastest runner you ever seen.
:43:37
The Queen ain't hiring no runners, son.
Neither am l.
:43:40
Besides, ain't it past your bedtime?
:43:42
Oh, man,
l'm gonna close this party down!
:43:45
d ..told you two or three times
l don't want no junk
:43:57
Bumpy Johnson! My name
Miss Philmore. l'm Danny's mother.
:44:01
Ma'am.
:44:02
l wish more of our coloured men
would stand up and fight for they home.
:44:06
The way you doin' against Dutch.
:44:08
l heard you killed three of his men.
:44:10
Like the Lord swooped in
on Sodom and Gomorrah,
:44:14
you swung your mighty scythe and them
heathen heads rolled on the pavement!
:44:18
- Yes, ma'am.
- You a killin' machine!
:44:21
Ooh, Mr Johnson, you somethin' else!
l'm telling you, you just a killer!
:44:27
Thanks, everybody.
:44:33
Francine. Francine.
:44:36
- Francine.
- Bumpy Johnson!
:44:38
Mr Johnson, l been singing
for you a long time now.
:44:42
l been tryin' to get a job
at the Cotton Club for six months.
:44:45
Look here, come down to the Bamville.
See my man Calvin.
:44:49
He's a cleanhead man. He does
the hiring. Would you excuse me?
:44:52
- He gonna take care of me?
- He'll take care of you.
:44:59
What's wrong?