Hello. Get me the commissioner of
police. Detective Ray Jones calling.
Hello, Commissioner.
Yes, sir.
The army went in today and shot
one of my people's women.
- They're doing a series of raids.
- I know, but nobody told me!
- Who did they kill?
- An informer in the ganja trade.
They can't be concerned
with who is an informer.
Well, I am concerned.
How can I control
crime in my area...
if the people giving me information
can't operate freely?
Look, I know you use the trade
as a form of control,
but I can't explain that
officially.
All I can do is ask
the army to cooperate.
Would you please explain that if anybody
controls what comes into town, it's me?
Rupert, your mother dead.
She can't help you.
Come. Come, let's go home.
Hi, baby.
Get any work today?
Big night tonight, you know.
Look what I buy you.
Ivan, you mean you take your money
and you buy that?
It's a mini. Sexy.
Where's the food I asked you to buy?
You have any money left?
Don't worry about money, man.
After my record...
You sold out the record
to Hilton for $20.
You don't have any more to get.
Just wait until the other producers
hear my record tonight.
We'll drive away
from this place tomorrow.
- Give me $2 for tonight.
- Where I must get it from?
You have it in
your bosom, man.
- I only have $2 left.
- That will do.
I need it to buy food,
and I'm going to church tomorrow.
Come with me.
You don't even have to dance.
No. I'm tired.
I've been walking and
looking for work all day.
I'm not like you.
Want me to go and beg work when
I have a record? I'm done with that.
I not done with it, though.
I was walking all day.
What are you walking for?
You don't believe I gonna make it.
You think I'm just joking?
All I'm telling you
is that I'm tired.
You want me to go and beg work
for $ 10 a week for the rest of my life?
I tried that.
I'd rather die.
And I don't have to,
because I'm gonna make it.
Ivan, you're a dreamer.
Me? Dreamer?
Who's a bigger dreamer than you?
Always talking about milk
and honey in the sky.
Well, no milk and honey in the sky...
not for you, not for me.
It's right down here,
and I want mine now, tonight!
Can I just get out
of this place here?
Sit tight and listen keenly...
while I play for you a brand-new musical
biscuit from the Hilton's empire.
This is a brand-new song they call "The
Harder They Fall" by the man called Ivan.
Well, you tell me
about pie up in the sky
Waiting for me when I die
But between the day
you're born and when you die
Never seem to hear even your cry
- So as sure as the sun
- What do you think of this song?
- Will shine
- Not bad.
I'm gonna get my share, what's mine
- I think it's a hit.
- And then the harder they come
- I said all right.
The harder they'll fall
One and all
The harder they come
the harder they'll fall
One and all
Well, the oppressors
are trying to keep me down
Making me feel like a clown
And they think that
they have got me on the run
I say "Forgive them, Lord
they know not what they've done"
'Cause as sure as the sun will shine
I'm gonna get my share now
What's mine
And then the harder they come
the harder they'll fall
One and all
Harder they come
the harder they'll fall
One and all
Sometime, sometime I feel
The harder, mmm
One more time, one more time
What's happening, Jose?
- Hey, wild man.
- My song got just play, you know.
- Wait! You lie!
- My song!
- Serious? You move up!
- Movin' up, yes.
You didn't come here
to dance tonight.
- I used to show him around the town. Is lie?
- True. True.
- Where that beer? What are you drinking?
- Baby Cham.
- One Baby Cham for my girl.
- What's happening?
- Oh, what's up?
- What's happening?
My singer friend is paying
for