Always remember
your promise to me.
Never let nobody or nothing
turn you into no cripple.
All right!
Rest stop, 45 minutes.
Come on, folks.
We gotta move.
We leave at 2:45 p.m.
On the dot. Can't be late.
Hot meals
and bathrooms inside.
All right, uh, there's a
window out back
for y'all to buy sandwiches.
And I suggest you make
good use of them outhouses.
Ain't nothing but bushes
for you in the Carolinas.
Sir.
Can I help you, sir?
Yes, sir.
Seattle?
Who you riding with?
Nobody. Just me.
Boy, I can't take
responsibility
for some blind nigger
traveling 3,500 miles alone.
I... I... I paid for this here
ticket, and it says
that you have to take me
to Seattle.
Don't you be smarting off
to me, boy.
With all due respect, sir,
I earned the right.
I may have left my eyes
on Omaha Beach,
but I ain't asking no charity
from Uncle Sam.
I got a job waiting
for me in Seattle.
You were in Normandy?
Shuttling troopers
to the beach.
We took a direct hit.
I'm sorry, son.
I'll keep an eye on you
myself.
Come on.
Take a seat in the back.
¤ Any time ¤
¤ You're feeling Ionely ¤
¤ Anytime ¤
¤ You're feeling blue ¤
¤ Anytime ¤
¤ Anytime you feel
down hearted ¤
¤ That will prove
your love for me is true ¤
¤ Anytime ¤
¤ You're thinkin' about me ¤¤
¤¤
Til, what the hell
do you think you're doin'?
Billy, don't get
your feathers all ruffled now.
I met this ol' boy over
at the O.C. At Clarkfield,
and well, he plays
a mean jazz piano.
I don't care if he whistles
Dixie out his ass.
He ain't gonna
do it here.
Sir.
Boy, are you blind?
Yes, sir.
Since I was seven.
Well, let me help you
out then.
This is a country band.
We don't play
no boogie-woogie.
Uh, yes, I understand.
I love country music.
All right, go on.
Tell me.
What is it you love
about country music?
L... I love the stories.
Uh, you know,
about fallin' in love
and having love
knock you around
and then the pressures
of the world on you so tough.
It... lt makes you
feel small.
You want to give
your soul to God.
You might as well.
Your ass belongs to Him.
Boy, are you sure
you blind?
Last time I checked.
Okay. Come on in.
Billy,
I think you're outvoted.
Til, one hint of trouble,
and your blind nigra's
out of here.
Damn!
Here.
I'm gonna have
to put some glasses
before he scares
somebody half to death.
Seattle, Washington, folks.
Change bus here
for all points north:
Bellingham, Mount Vernon.
Vancouver, Canada.
Uh, that's Diz. Emanon.
Yeah. But what's it
spell backwards?
Ah... ah... ah, come on, man.
Why don't you give me
something difficult?
"No Name."
Say, daddy-o,
what ax you play?
Uh, piano.
Just blew in
from Tampa, Florida.
Me and my partner,
Gossie McGee, came here,
you know, want to
fatten up our style.
Cop some licks from some more
experienced cats. You dig?
You know what?
Why don't you let me
take you inside?
You know,
show you around.
All right.
Perfect gentleman.
Yeah.
This is just
like my place.
So, what's your name?
Ray Robinson.
I'm Quincy Jones.
Quincy Jones.
Hey, Gerry!
This here's my man, Ray.
He's here to see his friend,
Gossie McGee.
So I figured
I'll show him inside...
Don't mess with me, Q.
He can come in, but not you.
Vice is on my ass for letting
you underage kids in.
Get out of here, Q.
Can't you see...
Get out of here, Q.
He's blind!
I gotta show him in.
Get out.
Jive-ass.
What?
Hey, Ray Robinson,
when am I gonna
hear you play, baby?
Uh, well,
that may cost you.
Welcome, all you cool cats
and fine felines.
You've come to the place
where the sophisti-cats
and hipsters
hang their bebop hats.
So snuggle up
and come near
for tonight is Talent Night
at The Rocking Chair.
¤¤
Let's hear it
for Dancin' Al!
Gossie's been cattin' around
with one of my waitresses
since he got here.
He never told me
that his partner
was a blind 'Bama boy.
Marlene,
Demurs just called.
Thurmond's sick.
What about