Ray Page #11

Yeah, oh, and congrats

on your Grammy nomination.

No, no, no I know

you're going to win.

Hey, you feeling all right?

Well, come on, baby, be

happy. You're doing good.

Thank you, Sam.

I really am happy about that.

Yeah.

I'll stop by Jeff's room and

get my money on my way out.

Ray.

Margie, you ain't gotta leave,

baby.

I'm on your hit record.

If I'm ever going to go solo,

then now's the time.

Yeah, I... I don't want you...

I don't want you to go solo.

Ray, for once,

I'm doing something for me.

You remember the hummingbird,

right?

What?

The hummingbird, Bea.

And I don't want you to go.

Somebody will fetch you

when your bus

gets to St. Augustine.

And when you get there,

show them this sign,

and tell them you're name is

Ray Charles Robinson.

And them sandwiches I made, don't

eat 'em all at once. You hear?

Oh, please,

don't make me go away.

I'll keep up

with the normal kids.

I'll be good,

just like George.

This ain't got nothing

to do with George.

I've taken you

as far as I can, baby.

Them teachers at that blind school,

they can teach you things I can't.

And you need an education

in this world.

I don't want

no education!

Don't say that!

I don't!

I want to stay with you!

Stop it, Ray!

I won't have you living

hand-to-mouth like me, you hear?

Now listen, if you want to do

something to make your mama proud,

promise me, promise me you'll never

let nobody turn you into no cripple.

You won't become

no charity case.

You'll stand on

your own two feet.

I promise.

I love you, baby.

I'm so proud of you.

No more segregation!

No more segregation!

No more segregation!

No more segregation!

No more segregation!

No more segregation!

No more segregation!

No more segregation!

No more segregation!

No more segregation!

No more segregation!

Welcome back to Augusta, Ray!

Hey, good to see you.

No more segregation!

No more segregation!

Do you believe

in the protest, Ray?

Get out of here!

Ray, I'm sorry about this.

Hurry on up inside.

We got refreshments

waiting.

Mr. Charles!

Mr. Charles!

You know tonight's show

is segregated?

The dance floor

is whites only.

Negroes can't leave

the balcony.

That's how it is, man.

You know, this is Georgia.

You think we don't know that?

Negroes are persecuted

in this state every day!

Ain't nothing

I can do about that.

I'm an entertainer. And... and we

all gotta play Jim Crow down here.

I'm sorry, man.

Now get out of here, boy.

It doesn't have to

be that way.

You could change things,

right here and now!

I'm sorry, son.

Ain't nothing I can do.

You hear that, boy?

That's the way things are.

Ain't nothing

or nobody can change it.

Now get your black ass out of

here, and take that trash with you!

Hold on... hold on. He...

he's right. He's right, Jeff.

Get them on the bus.

You sure?

Get them back on the bus!

Y'all heard him!

Y'all heard Ray!

Back on the bus!

Are you serious?

Get them on the bus.

I can't do nothing here.

Ray, you know me.

I'm not gonna lose money just

because you suddenly got religion.

Ain't nothing I can do, man.

We have a contract with me.

You break it, I'll sue your ass!

I'll win, Ray! You gotta

do what you gotta do.

Look, I'll win big!

Do what you gotta do.

I told you,

I'll own your ass, Ray!

Thank you, Mr. Charles.

You could be the first.

No, thank you, son.

You were right.

You're right.

You'll never

work Georgia again!

He filed a lawsuit and

it's more than a fine, Ray.

This guy's got juice. He can get you

barred from ever playing Georgia again.

But he's willing to drop the

suit if you'll make up the gig.

Not if it's segregated.

Ray,

I admire what you're doing,

man, but you can't afford this.

Georgia is

our highest-grossing state.

I'm not playing any more to Jim Crow

joints ever again, did you got that?

Yeah. I got it.

Jeff, get those people in here

so we can rehearse.

Com on, y'all, let's go.

Unchain my heart

Unchain my heart

Baby, let me be

Unchain my heart

Unchain my heart

Unchain my heart

'Cause you don't

care about me

Unchain my heart

Why lead me

through a life of misery

When you don't care

a bag of beans for me

So unchain my heart oh

please, please set me free

Now, go ahead and dance!

Let's dance, everybody!

Come on!

Let's dance now!

Charles, you okay?

Yeah. What's going on?

Just kids onstage dancing.

Well, let them dance.

That's what they're here for.

Please don't hurt them!

Just keep dancing!

Keep going!

Keep going!

I'm under your spell

Like a man in a trance

But I know darn well

That I don't

stand a chance

So unchain my heart

Unchain my heart

Let me go my way

Unchain my heart

Unchain my heart

You worry me

night and day

Unchain my heart

Why lead me

through a life of misery

When you don't care

a bag of beans for me

So unchain my heart, oh

please, please set me free

Please set me free

Oh won't you

set me free

Please set me free

Whoa, set me free

Please set me free

Mr. Charles,

it's Western Union!

We have a telegram

for you.

You have to sign

for it, sir.

I'm coming.

Indianapolis police. Got a report

of loud music coming from here.

Where do you think

you're going, pal?

I'm just going

to the bathroom.

Handcuff

this son of a b*tch.

Recognize this, Ray?

Heroin's a felony.

It ain't like

I'm dealing it, man.

I'm not hurting nobody.

Oh, no, you're

hurting everybody.

Your jungle music is

poisoning our kids' minds.

Hey, I'm gonna put

your black ass away forever.

You have to understand. I

got... I got a wife, I got kids.

I got responsibilities.

Why don't you tell that story

to these people.

Bring them in!

Ray! Was it a setup, Ray?

How long you

been on heroin?

Come on, Ray.

What did they

charge you with?

You give your hand to me

And then you say, hello

And I can hardly speak

My heart is beating so

And anyone can tell

You think you know me well

But you,

you don't know me at all

Hi, baby.

David.

Uh, uh, Bea, he can stay.

No. Baby, come on.

Bea?

What?

You know, since I got back...

Since you got out.

Yeah.

Well, since I got here, you haven't

said more than two words to me.

Ray, what am I

supposed to say?

My words don't seem to

mean much to you anymore.

Maybe they never did.

Come on, Bea,

you... you know I love you.

Are you gonna stop then?

You know what, Bea, what you

don't understand is

there's a lot of

mean-spirited people out there.

Yeah.

Ray?

You know, I had to bring

Junior home from school today

'cause of what

the other kids were sayin'.

They got mean-ass kids

around here.

I think we should move

to Beverly Hills.

No, no, Ray,

we're not gonna move.

'Cause it... it's not

about where we live, Ray.

It's about what you're doing

to yourself.

And those boys worship you.

You want them to end up

using that poison, too?

Bea, that's not fair.

What's not fair?

What's not fair, Ray?

That... that's a low blow.

Hello?

Don't jive me, Milt.

Don't jive me, man!

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