Crossroads

You ever record before?

Well, you just set yourself in front of that microphone

and play your heart out.

We'll take care of the rest

we got all the machines in the back.

You just get yourself ready to play, okay, Robert?

Good.

Okay, let's get to it.

Robert Johnson. Stand by.

Rolling.

Attention, officer McGuire.

Please report to the east wing security gate.

Attention, officer McGuire.

Please report to the east wing...

Hi. I'm here to see Willie brown.

He's a patient here.

What is your name, please? Eugene Martone.

Excuse me.

While I'm here, I'd like to run a routine security check...

Exercise classes with the physical therapist

will begin at 9 A.M.,

Monday through Friday.

Those patients with doctors' blue cards

are asked to participate.

Security officer Larkin,

please pick up the staff phone at the nurses' station.

Security officer Larkin,

please pick up the staff phone at the nurses' station.

I'm sorry, Willie says

he doesn't know anyone named Martone.

Well, to be honest, he really doesn't know me,

but if I could just talk to him...

Mr. brown made it very clear he won't be seeing anyone.

No, look, just a minute. if you let me stick my head..

I said, Mr. brown made it very clear

he doesn't want to see anyone.

I can't b...

Shit.

Just need a signature right there.

Attention, officer McFarland.

Please report to the security office.

Attention, officer McFarland

please report to the security office.

Uh, Martone, right?

When you finish the hall,

would you take care of the coffee room.

And let's put a clean trash bag in my office.

Thank you.

They said it was me, but I didn't do it.

What's the story on hoss?

Um, twenty-five milligrams of meprobamate and he's due now.

Okay, fine.

Gary's play all the way and he made it, just nipping McGee.

Tim McCarver along with Steve Zabriskie and Ralph Kiner,

and we've got a dandy here at shea.

Well, regardless of whether you're a Cardinals fan,

a Mets fan, you've gotta love this.

This is a baseball game.

A line drive, deep.

Can't get to it.

Gets by him and Danny...

Okay, what you want, Mr. janitor man?

I ain't made no mess

Hey, you're Willie. That's my name.

I heard you playing harp, so I dropped by to say hello.

You're new here, ain't you?

This is my first day.

Well, hello, Mr. janitor man. Now let me be.

Well, look, I just wanted you to know if there's anything

I can get for you, anything you want or anything...

Yeah, you can get gone.

Sorry to bother you.

I'll just stop back later, okay?

Mr Fulton.

Mr who?

You were blind dog Fulton from 1939 to 1968, weren't you?

What you been drinking, Sterno?

Your name's Willie brown

I mean, blind dog Fulton was born Willie brown.

He used that name up until 1938.

After his friend Robert Johnson was killed,

he headed up to Chicago, changed it to blind dog Fulton.

It's all in the books.

I got six cousins named Willie brown.

Man working that grocery store down the street,

his name Willie brown

if I had a nickel for every Willie brown in this world,

I wouldn't be here now, listening to your bullshit.

You're not the Willie brown

Robert Johnson calls out for help to in "crossroad blues"?

Shit, no. Robert Johnson.

I mean, you play harmonica.

That's the real Willie brown's main instrument.

It doesn't make sense.

Where I come from, you don't blow no harp,

you don't get no pussy.

There's no way. You gotta be. It's...

All right, miss Narciso, please.

That was very good, Eugene.

Very good up to a point.

Most people approach Mozart with respect.

Evidently that's an attitude you're not familiar with.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect.

I was just making a joke.

Which one of these is a cigar lighter? Have a little...

Blasted new-dangled gadgets.

Never work.

Gramshell's folly.

Pile of junk.

Oh, what a mess.

Magoo. Hello, Magoo.

Magoo, can you hear me?

Well, well, well. Mr. janitor man.

Hey, why a white boy like you

so hot on some long-gone harmonica player?

I'm looking for a lost song.

Lost song? What tune you looking for?

Robert Johnson was supposed to record 30 songs

at his Texas sessions.

Only 29 exist. He never recorded number 30

you read that in a book too? That's right.

I figure you might be the last man alive

to know where the missing song is.

That part's not in the book.

Why you wanna know about all that kind of stuff?

I'm a bluesman

a bluesman.

You? Where you from?

I was born on long island, why?

Long island.

Oh, shit, this is rich.

Long island, the famous breeding ground for bluesmen.

Oh, man.

Okay, Willie, time for your weekly with the doctor.

Let's go have a checkup.

Hey. You gonna be a janitor, act like one.

Mop my room, you hear? Give her a good straightening.

Come on, Willie. Stop being such a pain.

Long island bluesman.

You came to us as a classical student

the word "prodigy" was actually used on occasion.

And you have proven to be

one of the finest guitarists in the school.

Mr. Martone, a word of advice:

Don't serve two masters

the discipline of the classical is very exacting.

And if you persist in the other,

you will squander your talent.

What if the other is my talent?

Excellence in primitive music

is cultural

you have to be born to it.

Now, you were allowed to leave secondary school early

to pursue classical studies.

I suggest you re-examine your priorities.

Well, looky here.

The famous long island bluesman come back to pay another visit.

How's it going, Willie?

You ever been to Mississippi?

Nope.

You call yourself a bluesman?

You're not blind dog Fulton, right?

Yeah, well, Willie,

I got something here that you may be interested in.

Hey, blind boy, come over here.

What's your name, four-eyes?

My name Willie brown, sir.

What you doing on these crossroads alone, Willie brown?

Robert Johnson told me I could makes a deal here.

A deal with who?

Robert say a man called Legba. You him?

No, no.

I'm his assistant

now, let me see here.

You got to tell me what's on your mind, Willie brown.

I got 2 dollar.

Well, your green don't buy nothing

down where legba come from, boy.

Now, you wanna play like Robert Johnson?

You wanna play like Peetie Wheatstraw?

Well, say good night to your soul, son.

Go on, blind boy. Sign.

Be here before 12 every Saturday night,

and you learn them blues.

Boy, about that 2 dollar,

I'm running a little low on gas.

See you in hell, blind boy.

Oh, man. Look at this shit.

Here we go. A little soul from the golden ghetto.

Hey, long island, let's hear the one

about the plantation you was born on.

You ain't gonna let me rest with this music talk, are you?

Nope.

Okay.

Meet blind dog Fulton.

The original, one and only, Willie brown.

You have found your man.