Idlewild

Percival: All the world's a stage,

and all the men and women merely players.

They have their exits and their entrances,

all with a specific role to play.

Even at a funeral.

I was searching for my role in life.

You get one shot.

Can't go back and change anything.

Strange, all these people showing up to see a dead guy.

Folks from small towns are always up for a show.

Even at a funeral.

I know because I spent most of my life in this very room.

Different faces, but always the same characters.

Some full of regret, feeling trapped,

in need of something outside this small town.

That was the day me and rooster met.

It was the first time rooster had ever seen a real dead guy,

and the first time I'd ever touched one.

Touched one...

Of course rooster put me up to it.

It was his uncle Eddie's funeral.

He was like a father to rooster.

He was a classy gangster.

And so was his partner, spats.

Son,

this was your uncle's.

Don't never lose it. I won't.

Flask: How you doing? Are you ready? We about to have a ball.

I'm your best friend.

Percival: They were high rollers with fast cash...

Go on, take a whiff. Don't be shy.

And faster ladies.

Stinky.

And, man, talk about the ladies.

Talk about the ladies.

Man, talk about the ladies.

See? Pink satin, just like I told you.

You owe me five cents. Pay up.

Them some sexy drawers!

Percival: My father said rooster was trouble,

and didn't want me playing with him

or anybody else, for that matter.

I pretty much lived my life inside,

except for the days I visited my mother.

My auntie belle made me keep up with my lessons.

Percival. Pay attention, percival.

It's right in front of you. B flat.

Robber: Hey, baby.

Stop! Police! Freeze!

Come and get me, copper. Whoo!

Percival: Piano was my thing.

Rooster preferred singing and gambling.

Praise Jesus. Today is my lucky day, fellows.

Y'all owe me some money. Pay up.

Collect my money, if you know what I mean.

Percival: But my auntie belle didn't approve.

Let's get out of here!

That didn't matter much to rooster.

He never listened to anybody anyway.

Eventually, my father started preparing me to take over the family business.

Percy: Thing is, make the deceased look like they're at peace.

Go on. Go on. Go.

Peaceful.

Not happy.

Percival: I learned my family business, and rooster learned his.

Seventy-five bottles this month.

Bootlegging.

That's $48. $46.50.

Seventy-five bottles at 62 cents each is...

$46.50.

Boy's too smart for his own britches.

Spats: Good looking out, man.

How the hell am I going to make it to biloxi by sundown?

I got an idea.

Rooster: We can hide the bottles in here.

Ohl

shit. Think he heard us? I don't know.

Let's go check it out. Come on.

He'll be awake by 8:00.

Percival: We were from two totally different sides of the track,

with one common ground...

You got to get it back by 8:00.

I'll have it back. I promise.

Percival: Music.

Here.

God don't make no mistakes.

Ain't nothing slick to a can of oil.

Percival: The records got old.

So did me and rooster.

Photographer: All right, now that's perfect. Okay, now.

Give me a big smile. One, two...

One more time. And cheese.

That's perfect.

Man, rooster. You got a big family now.

Come on, rooster, you can smile better than that.

Ain't y'all pretty?

Man, take the picture.

One, two... cheese.

Percival: Rooster had to take care of his family,

and I had to take care of mine.

10:00 A.M. damn shame.

One, two, three.

Ain't y'all finished yet?

Percival: By day, I helped my father work in the mortuary.

Percy: Get that carnation right, now.

Yes, sir.

But by night, rooster got me a part-time gig

playing at a local juke joint where he worked,

church.

That's what we called the place, but it was anything but that.

Taffy: How y'all feelin' tonight?

Man: Depends on what you're doing.

I don't give a damn.

Man 2: I'd be your bra right now!

Man 3: She ain't nothing.

Yo, yo, fix me another drink.

Renee, take your brother.

Well, hush.

Zora: I'm fed up with this, rooster.

And it's starting to take a toll on me and the kids.

And we ain't just gonna sit at home while you romp around every night in this...

Cover them ears.

Whorehouse.

Zora, for the last time, this is a respectable business,

and I make good money. Now, you know I got responsibilities.

Responsibilities?

That's bullshit.

When was the last time you been to a real church, rooster?

You can't even remember, huh? It's been so long.

I got... you need the spirit in your life.

You need to start spending some time with the kids.

Tell you what.

Why don't I take you shopping in the morning?

You and the kids. Would you like that?

Barbecue. That is barbecue right there.

Taffy: What the hell you looking at? I wish you'd get that song right.

Always drunk. I should set her ass on fire.

Girl, now what you mad at? You did good.

Percival: That's monk. He works backstage,

but no one knows what he does besides borrow money.

Taffy, you sho' nuff gorgeous. Love the hair.

Loan me a nickel note, dime

Go on, monk. You still owe me from last week.

You better pay me.

And that's Ace. Ace owns church.

He liked to be called sunshine Ace,

but most folks just called him Ace.

Goddamn rooster!

Unless they wanted something.

Sunshine Ace! Just the man I'm looking for.

Listen to me, you son of a big jackass,

you ain't gonna get nothing from me but the what for.

The what for?

Yeah, when I put my foot in your ass, you gonna say, "what for? What for?"

Now move. You're $85 in the hole! Come on, sawed-off.

All: Rooster! Rooster!

Man: Come on, man.

Director: Man, I hope they don't start throwing bottles again.

Holy moly!

Rooster's late again.

Y'all jackasses, play something quick.

Like what? He ain't even here yet, man.

I don't care what you play.

All I know is I got a house full of angry people,

and ain't none of these niggers getting their money back.

All right, baby blue, you're on, man.

Jackass!

One, two, three, four.

Percival: Suddenly, I was forced into the hot seal.

I hated the spotlight.

It always gave me the jitters.

Man 1: Somebody owe us something.

Man 2: Now I done paid my damn money!

Music note: I told you to bring the good songs.

You better come harder than that, sweetie!

This ain't no mortuary!

Man: Keep your hand on the keys, man.

Music note: Now, y'all gonna throw up.

Look at the keys.

Jackass gonna get my club torn to pieces.

Hi, daddy. Hey.

Security!

Rooster: Kids, y'all be good tonight.

Mind your mother. You want to go shopping tomorrow?

Kids: Yes. Okay. Go on and give me a kiss.

Girl 1: Bye, daddy. Girl 2: Bye, daddy.

Muah. Love you.

How's my tie?

Perfect.

I'll see you in the morning.

Zora: I'll be glad when the police come and bust this place up, rooster.

And don't you come calling me to bail you out.

Girl, bye. Here comes the family man.

Shit. Family man? More like bow tie pimp.

Late again, as usual.

Man: Keep them hands on the goddamn...

Oh, hell, man. He's going to throw up again?

Ohl

woman: I'm in herel

no, oh, man. No.