Idlewild

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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.

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.

How you doing? Are you ready?

We about to have a ball.

I'm your best friend.

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!

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.

Hey, baby.

Stop! Police! Freeze!

Come and get me, copper.

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.

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.

Thing is, make the deceased

look like they're at peace.

Go on. Go on. Go.

Peaceful.

Not happy.

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.

Good looking out, man.

How the hell am I going to

make it to Biloxi by sundown?

I got an idea.

We can hide

the bottles in here.

Shit. Think he heard us?

I don't know.

Let's go check it out.

Come on.

He'll be awake by 8:00.

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.

Music.

Here.

God don't make no mistakes.

Ain't nothing slick

to a can of oil.

The records got old.

So did me and Rooster.

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.

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?

By day, I helped my father

work in the mortuary.

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,

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