Idlewild Page #4

Synopsis: A musical set in the Prohibition-era American South, where a speakeasy performer and club manager Rooster must contend with gangsters who have their eyes on the club while his piano player and partner Percival must choose between his love, Angel or his obligations to his father.
Genre: Crime, Drama, Musical
Director(s): Bryan Barber
Production: Universal Pictures
  1 win & 5 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.2
Metacritic:
55
Rotten Tomatoes:
47%
R
Year:
2006
121 min
$12,549,485
Website
805 Views


Trumpy.

Trumpy. No, Trumpy.

What was it? Was it, like,

never...

I'm gonna put

the knife down, Trumpy.

Will you shut the f*** up for

a second? I'm trying to think.

Never... I'm going to put

the knife down, Trumpy.

I got it. Never bring a

knife to a gunfight, mother...

A fool and his money...

So this your big plan, huh?

Angel Davenport? A singer?

Hey, fat man,

where is the money?

Let's see.

F*** you, Trumpy.

Sh*t.

The fear of clocks

The fear of time

How's the cost of living?

Ain't got much time left

I've got to funk you now

I take what I've been given

Ain't got much time left

I've got to funk you now

Pastor say, "Be strong"

Ain't got much time left

I've got to funk you now

I ain't got time

Leave me alone

Ain't got much time left

I've got to funk you now

Y'all know

what I'm talking about

Chronomentrophobia

Morning.

No! Go on. Going on, now.

What you hitting me for?

You ain't got no business being

out all hours of the night.

That's the devil's hour.

Here we go. Zora, don't start.

I had a rough night

last night.

Know what? It's Saturday.

Remember you said you was gonna

take me and the kids downtown?

That's just what you gonna do.

Now get your lying, cheating

ass up out this bed. Come on!

Give me the damn cover.

I ain't going nowhere.

Looks like it was over money.

Probably.

That was nice, wasn't it?

Come on. Come on, now.

Look at all them

pretty ladies right there.

You ain't

off the hook yet.

Let me help you

with that, my friend.

What you doing here, Trumpy?

Driving by. Noticed you was out

doing the little family thing.

Thought it'd be rude if I

didn't stop by and say hello.

What do you want with me?

Last night, old man Spats and

Ace got into a little scuffle.

Tragic.

See, the way I figure, you are

naturally next in line to run Church,

seeing as how you was

Ace's flunky and all.

And since you naturally inherit the

club, you also naturally inherit its debt.

So?

Well, Ace was a month

behind in paying Spats.

So you now owe me

$1,250.

Now who told you

you was in charge?

Who's going to

tell me I'm not?

I mean, you're a smart man.

Hands.

You got a lot to lose.

Afternoon, Zora.

Mighty nice hat.

Here's $150.

That's all I got.

$1,100 short.

And, by the way, the price of

hooch just went up to $2 a bottle.

Two dollars a bottle?

That's double the price.

Inflation.

Ain't you heard? I mean,

times are hard everywhere.

Yeah, well,

I ain't coming on that tab.

You know, funny thing.

Settle down.

I tripped over these

last night.

Seen Rose lately?

Don't get any bright ideas.

What was that

all about?

Spats got

gunned down last night.

Him, Ace,

both of them stretched out.

Oh, my God.

What you gonna do?

Pull over right here.

I need to

take care of something.

Rooster, wait.

Do you remember how it used to

be in the beginning, me and you?

Before we was married.

When you took me out

to that peach orchard?

We said we was gonna get us

our own orchard one day.

Grow us some peaches.

Raise us some kids.

And look at you.

You're so smart.

You could make

a business doing anything.

We could get out

of town right now.

Take our babies and start

over and start it right.

Zora, I just need

for you to trust me.

Just until I sort things out.

That's all.

Be careful.

Everything will be okay.

Percival. Percival.

Percival, will you stop banging

on that piano and get down here?

Percival. Percival.

We got two bodies down here.

Busy day. Come on.

Put him over there.

Yeah.

Afternoon, fellows.

Mr. Fat Man.

Finally got

stretched out, huh?

They got you good.

They weren't playing,

were they?

But it serves you well.

You shouldn't have been trying to

put me on the spot and embarrass me.

I am that mortician n*gger.

But you know what that means?

That means that

before you leave this place,

you have to come see me.

So now who's the jackass?

What?

Man, I ought to wash

your mouth out with soap.

Does your mother know

you talk like that?

I didn't think so.

Guess it don't matter

too much now.

But you can tell me

how in the hell

am I going to get

your fat ass in this casket?

You think this is play time?

No, sir.

You gotta learn to have

more respect for the dead.

Take your job more seriously.

Where's your pride?

Your pride is in your work.

I apologize.

I don't want your apologies.

Just do your job.

Now get this man cleaned up.

And stop playing.

Business is business.

Jackass.

Hello?

Rose.

Hey, hey, Rose.

It's me, Rooster.

I see who you is.

What you doing here, man?

Put the goddamn

frying pan down.

I ain't putting sh*t down

till you tell me why you here.

Is you trying to kill me,

Rooster?

Hell, no.

Now put the goddamn

frying pan down.

It's me. It's Rooster, baby.

Boo!

Hi, piano player.

Hi.

So you really do work

with dead people.

Now that would

give me the creeps.

You get used to it after a

while. Doesn't bother me naught.

What are you doing here?

Well, I'm doing

a little investigating.

There's a rumor that Sunshine

Ace got stretched out last night.

Guess you heard, huh?

What you look at me

like that for?

I ain't buying nobody's horseshit

story they shot each other.

Since I'm the only one that can

pin Trumpy to that damn garage,

it ain't going to be too long

before he after me.

So I'm getting out of here, and there

ain't nothing you can do to stop me.

I ain't come to stop you.

I came to say goodbye.

Damn, Rooster. As soon as I get myself

caught in the middle of some sh*t,

you just gonna up

and leave me like that?

It's gotta be different now.

Oh, now

it's gotta be different.

You know

it's gotta be different.

Just my luck.

So is he here?

Okay, okay. Cover him up.

Damn.

Just my luck.

Dead as a doorknob.

Now what am I going to do?

I'm stuck in this cow town and it's gonna

cost me $107 for a ticket out of here.

You owe me $107, fat man!

Did you check his pocket?

Oh, I know you ain't gonna skip

out without paying my goddamn rent.

Don't talk that jive to him,

you old battle-ax.

Rose, I'm really sorry

about everything.

Don't you say that to me.

Don't you ever

say that to me.

Well, hey, maybe

you should talk to Rooster.

I think he's going to be

running the club from now on,

and he may have

something for you.

Thanks for your help.

I'll see you around,

Percival.

Well, well.

What happened?

I followed Rooster

over to this

spot over there on...

Come on.

Come on, Sonny. Spit it out.

...Baker Street.

Baker?

It was Rose's place.

Rose's place.

See, I told you that fool was

going to lead us right to her.

He sure did, Trumpy.

And?

And then she got into

a cab

with all kind of...

Come on. Spit it out.

... luggage and sh*t.

Where the hell did she go?

I don't know where she went.

But I followed Rooster

back here.

You must have

a peanut for a brain.

I specifically remember

telling you to follow Rose.

Follow Rose.

I ain't need you to follow

Rooster. Not Rooster.

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Bryan Barber

Bryan Barber (born December 20, 1970) is a music video and motion picture director. He has directed many music videos for popular artists. more…

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