The Harder They Come

This programme contains some strong language

and some scenes of a sexual nature.

# You can get it if you really want

# You can get it if you really want

# You can get it if you really want

# But you must try

# Try and try

# Try and try

# You'll succeed at last

# Persecution, you must hear

# Win or lose, you've got to get your share

# Got your mind set on a dream

# You can get it, you wanna receive now

# You can get it if you really want

# You can get it if you really want... #

HORNS BEEP

-What dat, sister?

-Bus crash up out dere now.

Driver, don't move!

Man, you have any more?

Taking this for my mother, yunno.

# You'll succeed at last

# I know it

# Rome was not built in a day

# Opposition will come your way

# But the harder the battle seems

# It's the sweeter the victory, now!

# You can get it if you really want

# You can get it if you really want

# You can get it if you really want

# But you must try

# Try and try

# Try and try

# You'll succeed at last... #

HORN TOOTS

Country boy, get out man. Move!

-Wait a minute. You know the way to Milk Lane?

-D'you have money?

If you have money, go anywhere.

But if you have naa money, you fucked! Better you stay home.

-How much?

-Give me 50 cents and help me push.

DUB REGGAE PLAYS

HORN TOOTS

Hey, this is a red light, man. That means stop, you know.

That's why you country boys end up dead in town.

Mark Winston!

He owes me money, but he won't dodge me today. Hey!

That guy sent me for his money.

Where's the guy now?

Hey, come back 'ere, man!

Come back 'ere, man.

Hold on, man.

QUIET CONVERSATION

Whassat?!

You staying, pardner?

Excuse me, does this lady live round here?

Over there.

My play? Me draw!

Ivan... All right, come inside.

-You sick, Momma?

-Yes.

Ivan, where your grandmother? What you come for?

Grandma dead.

Dead?

She can't dead and I never know.

We tried to get you but the telegram came back.

And when she going to bury?

-She buried already, Momma.

-Already?

Bury already and I never get to go to the funeral?

Oh God! Oh God!

SHE SOBS

Don't cry, it's OK.

And what happened to the place?

Grandma sold the place before she died.

What happened to the money?

Said she wanted a big funeral.

She used the money for a big funeral and I didn't even get to go.

The money finish?

A little bit left.

Do you have it?

-Is only this left?

-Yes.

Then you'll go back to country tonight.

I'm not going back.

Then where are you going? You can't stay here cos I can't help you.

I staying in town.

You think town is easy? How you going to live?

I could make a record. I can sing.

You think this is a joke?

I can get a job then.

What kind of job, outside of a criminal?

Why you say a thing like that?

Why you say a thing like that 'bout me?

Don't ask. Go back to Country.

All right.

Since you are determined, I'll give you the name of someone will help.

If you behave yourself, he may try and get a little job for you.

See here?

-Preacher?

-Yes.

Him can help you.

OK, Momma.

You didn't even bring me a mango from Country?

Mango season was bad this year.

Got three on here!

THEY LAUGH AND CHATTER

One blank, down here, so.

-You find Daisy?

-Yes.

-You just come from the Country?

-Yes.

-Pass?

-Yes.

Five.

She's your old lady?

You've sold up and come to live in town?

Don't call it that.

Your play, man. What you laugh about?

I don't want to play that game until you pay me that 50 cents. You owe me too much now.

I can't pay till tomorrow.

Too much action around town for people who can't pay.

I'll show you Rialto.

What you know about Rialto, you just come from Country?

I read 'bout it, man.

-You want to go to The Rialto?

-Yes.

Come then, now.

-I come with you?

-Yes.

THEY SHOUT AND LAUGH

You shut your mouth! You think the hero dies before the last reel?

BOOMING REGGAE MUSIC PLAYS

Let's try some beginner's luck.

RADIO: 'Get your hits from Hilton's! For records, record players and musical instruments,

'and every sound around from beat to Bach and back.

Hilton's has everything in music.

Hilton!

Mr Hilton!

Mr Hilton!

Mr Hilton. We've been waiting for you, sir.

-Since 11 o'clock we been here.

-What about?

-Mr Kenton sent me.

-You have a tune?

-Yes, sir.

-Sing it for me, then.

# We are all one big brother

# All belong to one father

# You tread on one, you hurt another

# Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

# We were fashioned perfect, see?

# Made to live in unity

# Let peace be... #

That's all right. Can't use it. Too slow.

-What kind of work you do?

-Carpenter.

Go and see Mr Jackson. Next!

-What can you do?

-Anything you want.

Pour concrete? Do carpentry work?

I never do it before.

You can mason? You can paint?

-I can do it.

-What do you mean, you CAN do it?

We want skilled people.

Just give me a break.

Leave the place, man. Next!

YOU again?

Leave, man. Leave the place, man.

# Many rivers to cross

# But I can't seem to find

# My way over... #

-How do you do?

-What are you doing there?

-I'm looking for work.

-I don't have any.

-I can wash your car.

-My husband gets the car washed downtown.

I can do gardening.

We have a gardening service to do that.

I can do anyt'ing, you know, ma'am.

Look, there's nothing you can do for me. Nothing you can do for me.

Have you got ten cents, then?

What's the matter with you young healthy boys?! All you know to do is beg, beg, beg.

-How you got in here, anyway?

-The gate was open, ma'am.

Well, make sure you lock the gate behind you.

Who left the gate open?!

# Wandering I am lost

# As I travel along

# The white cliffs of Dover

# Many rivers to cross

# And it's only my will

# That keeps me alive

# I've been licked, washed up for years

# And I merely survive

# Because of my pride

# And this loneliness won't leave me alone

# It's such a drag to be on your own

# My woman left me, she didn't say why

# Well, I guess I have to try

# Many rivers to cross

# But just where to begin

# I'm playing for time

# There'll be times I find myself... #

Have you got ten cents, man? I was washing your car.

No, the steward always look after my car, man.

He not here all the time, you know, sir.

If you want the ten cents, come back and scrub it.

What you doin' there? Get out, man, get out.

GET OUT, man!

Get outta here!

# Just a closer walk with Thee

# Love me, Jesus, hear my plea

# Daily walking close to Thee

# And with you always, let it be

# Just a closer walk with Thee

# Love me, Jesus, hear my plea

# Daily walking close to Thee

# And with you always, let it be. #

-Morning.

-Morning, Preacher.

-Morning, young man.

-Morning, Preacher.

-How you getting along?

-Not too bad, sir.

I'll be back in a while.

REGGAE MUSIC PLAYS

Hey, pretty boy.

Pretty hat.

Johnny Too Bad...

bring me the hammer.

Wh'appen, you can't get it yourself?

No, man, you bring it to me.

You have a pretty hat this morning.

You like it?

You really look like Johnny Too Bad.

You only have to have a gun to look like Johnny.

But before you get a gun, get the broom and sweep out the shop.

I'll see about the preacher's work.

Get the broom and sweep out the shop, you're a little boy.

Hey, wha'appen. Can I see you?

You don't want to see me. Where were you at choir practice last night?

Why? D'you miss me?

Personally, no. But the preacher's asking for you.

-Why you call him preacher? Don't he's your father?

-No.

-Ohh!

-Why say it like that?

Nothing.

He's me guardian. Ever since me father and mother died.

That's why he's so strict wid you.

It's for me own good. Excuse me.

-Who this bicycle frame belong to?

-Preacher.

-You think he'll want it?

-Don't have no use.

I could fix it up. Maybe you and I could go for a ride.

I don't think so, you know.

Jus' a ride.

Perhaps. Depends.

On what?

If you are a true Christian. The res' o' boys too rude.

Some Christians rude, too.

I wouldn't know about that.

Mind how you play in preacher's garden.

Preacher has tended that cherry tree for a long time now.

When the fruit's ripe, if preacher don't pick it, I'll pick it.

Looks like it'll soon be ripe.

"Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow;

"they toil not, neither do they spin,

"And yet I say unto you that even Solomon, in all his glory,

"was not arrayed like one of these.

"Wherefore, if God, so clothe the grass of the field,

"which today is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven,

"shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?"

Brothers and sisters, before you leave, I'd like to inform you

that you won't be able to pick up your records for the rally today.

The master record has not arrived from America. I'll let you know later in the week.

Now let us stand and sing and praise.

# When I, a poor lost sinner,

# Before the Lord, did fall

# And in the name of Jesus

# For mercy then did call

# He heard the supplication

# And soothed the weak, the strong

# For Jesus took my burden

# And left me with a song

# Yes, Jesus took my burden

# I could not help but bear

# Yes, Jesus took my burden

# In answer to my prayer

# My anxious fears subsided

# My spirit was made strong

# O Jesus took my burden

# And left me with a song. #

RADIO: # Oh-oh, steppin'

# Oh-oh, steppin'

# At the ocean... #

-Who turned off...?

-I did!

-You let the Lord find you doing this?

-Doin' what, preacher?

-Boogie-woogyin' in my yard!

They don't have boogie-woogie any more, Preacher!

I don't care what you call it! I don't want it in my yard.

All right. Finished for the night, sir.

And furthermore, what are you doing here at this time of the night?

-Fixin' a bike.

-Fixing your bicycle?!

You should be readin' your Bible. Readin' your BIBLE!

You hear me?! Readin' your Bible! Three times a day.

Don't walk away. You're impertinent!

PREACHER SHOUTS

-Preacher no happy tonight?

-I wanna know why.

He musta noticed what we noticed.

What has Preacher got to do with that?

Preacher is a man of Lord, but...

-Him is a man.

-Him is a man.

The Lord say, "Go forth and multiply." He don't multiply yet.

Preacher will always be my guardian and that's that.

When nothing else could help...

..then love

came down.

It rescued the perishing,

healed the dying,

snatch us in pity,

rise us from the grave.

Tonight, here is love.

Praise God!

We say it is a gift of God!

Amen!

Tonight, the wages of sin is not common.

It's death. It's damnation.

It's derogation. But here is the love of God!

Love hath no end. Love thinketh no evil!

Love never dies, not easy to provoke.

-Let us give thanks to Jesus.

-ALL: Thanks, Jesus.

Let's say hallelujah! HALLELUJAH!

Let's hear you sing!

LOUD GOSPEL SONG

-Lionel, where's that boy?

-I don't know, Preacher.

-He might be in his automobile.

-His automobile, huh?

Where have you been?

-Jus' been for a ride, sir.

-Skylarking and I can't find you.

All I can find is nastiness in the place. You get in the house.

Do you know how long we been waiting for this?!

-I can tek it down right now.

-By the time you get there it closed.

-I'll tek it right now.

-Be sure you come back in a hurry!

# Hey, hey, did your hear my woman cry?

# Mama says you must wipe her eye

# Papa says you're fool in life you never been to school at all

# It is no wonder

# He is a perfect bounder

# While they were dancin' in the ballroom last night

# Doesn't care if a woman frets

# Or if they lose their heads

# And he say he'll not be fool or like

# It's not time for his weddin' day

# It's no wonder

# He is a perfect bounder

# While they were dancin' in the ballroom last night

# One more thing for the weddin' cake

# Twenty bottle of cola wine

# All the people dressed up in white

# Just to eat some weddin' cake

# It's no wonder

# He is a perfect bounder

# While they were dancin' in the ballroom last night... #

KNOCK AT DOOR

# It is no wonder

# He is a perfect bounder

# While they were dancin'

# In that ballroom last night

# Doesn't care if a woman frets

# Or if they lose their heads

# And he say he'll not be fool or like

# It's not time for his weddin' day

# It is no wonder

# He's a perfect bounder

# While they were dancin' in that ballroom last night

# One more thing for the weddin' cake

# Twenty bottle of cola wine

# All the people dressed up in white

# Just to eat some weddin' cake... #

Stop!

Hold on, hold on!

-What d'you want?

-I bring the records for the rally.

-I can sing. I'd like the chance to make a record.

-Everybody wants to.

-Ready?

-But I have a boss song! It mus' sell!

-What time is the audition?

-Tomorrow.

Let's go.

-What time tomorrow?

-Tomorrow. We're ready.

Let's go!

# Did you hear my woman cry?

# Mama says you must wipe her eye

# Papa says you're a fool in life

# You never been to school at all

# It is no wonder

# He's a perfect bounder

# While they were dancin' in that ballroom last night... #

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-(Elsa! Elsa!)

-Who that?

-Ivan.

Comin'.

Fantastic news! Fantastic news!

-D'you remember the man Hilton I was trying to see?

-Yeah.

-Saw him today.

-I can record tomorrow.

-Great!

-I want you to help me out.

-Yes!

-Will you lend me the key to go in the church?

-You must be mad!

-Preacher don't have to know. I'll turn the amplifier down.

-No, Ivan.

-Why not?

-I jus' can't do it.

You'd do it for the preacher.

That music can't play in the church. If he caught me, my life finish.

Finish with him but start with me.

What d'you mean?

When this song hits, you know what that means for you and me?

This is my big chance! What I been waitin' for since I come to town.

Nothin' can stop me now, you know.

I don't have to worry no more after this song. It's for you and me.

-No, Ivan.

-You're not gonna live in preacher's house all your life.

You're not gonna live with him as man and wife.

You're a big girl now. You're not a child any more.

You have to mek up your mind.

Between me and Preacher.

Where is the song?

I have the words in me back pocket. Arthur's outside.

I'm trusting you now, Ivan.

All right.

One...

Two...

One, two, three, four!

HE HUMS TO GUITAR INTRO

# Tell me of the pie up in the sky

# Waitin' for me, when I die

# Yes. #

HE HUMS

# And as sure as the sun will shine

# Up... #

What are you doin' in my church this time o' night?

And playin' this kind of music?

I'm callin' the police to arrest you for breakin' in!

-We had a key, Preacher.

-A key?!

You gave him the keys to my church?

-Yes.

-Why?

I had to.

-What else do you give him?

-Nothing!

-I gave him nothing!

-You're lying!

-No!

-You been fornicating with him!

-No!

-You gave him your lips!

-You gave him your body!

-No!

-Look at you!

-No!

SHE SOBS BITTERLY

Hi. Hear you resigned the post, man.

-What you doin' here?

-Come for my bicycle.

-Which bicycle?

-That same one.

This bicycle's yours?

Since when? Where you buy it from?

I didn't have to buy it. It was layin' out the back.

-This is Preacher's bicycle, from Preacher's premises.

-I fix it up.

Who told you to fix it? The Preacher give it to me.

It took me three weeks to fix the bicycle.

I paid six dollars for the wheels alone.

That's your bad luck.

Don't joke with your life. Give me my bicycle.

If it's your bicycle, take it.

Him cut me!

-You want dead?

-Aghh!

I will kill you.

Don't...fuck...with...me.

Aghh!

'You've had every chance to make good.

'You've been taken into the Church

'and given a chance to lead a good Christian life.

'Instead, you've gone and filled your head with foolishness and violence.

'Since this is your first offence,

'I'm not going to send you to jail.

'I'm giving you a chance to come to your senses.

'Either it will bring you down to earth or...there's no hope for you.

'Eight strokes of the switch.'

Agh!

# Well, you tell me of the pie up in the sky

# Waitin' 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 will shine

# I'm gonna get my share, what's mine

# And then the harder they come

# The harder they fall, one and all.

MUSIC DROWNS SPEECH

# The harder they come

# The harder they fall, one and all

# Well, the oppressors are trying to keep me down

# Makin' 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"

# Cos 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 fall, one and all

# Harder they come

# The harder they fall, one and all

# Cos they think that they have got me on the run

# Tell them that they don't know take no fun

# And I'd rather die than live and be a slave

# Yes, I'd rather be right in my grave

# So as sure as the sun will shine

# I'm gonna get my share right now, what's mine

# And then the harder they come

# Harder they fall, one and all

# Ooh, the harder they come

# The harder they fall, one and all

# Yeah, yeah, yeah

# Harder they come

# Harder they fall, one and all

# What I sing one time

# Sometime, sometime I feel a hurt

# One more time, one more time

# One more time, now... #

All right, that's enough.

-That's all right - we can use it.

-When will you release it?

Read this first.

-What's the meanin' of this?

-You get 20 dollars for the record.

20 dollars? That don't sound right.

How much d'you think it's worth?

I don't really know, y'know.

You must have an idea! How much is it worth?

I think it'd be about 200 dollars, y'know.

ALL LAUGH

I don't think I'm signing this for 20 dollars.

I see. You'd like to have a new producer?

I wish you luck.

-Numero Uno!

-Hi, brother, how y'doin'?

-Not bad. I've got a record I'd like you to play for me.

-Let's see.

You're on a Hilton's label!

-No, well, I use his studio - I like the sound.

-I see.

I deal direct with Hilton's, man.

This is my personal record, y'know.

It's personally mine. I'm an independent producer as well.

I deal with Hilton's direct. This is showbusiness, baby. No business...

no show.

CAR DOOR SLAMS

# The oppressors, they're trying to keep me down

# Makin' me feel like a clown... #

You're jokin'!

After Hilton cuts my supply of records, will you supply me?

Mr Hilton doesn't want this played.

You can sell the record without Mr Hilton. We want money now.

# ..Get my share now, what's mine

# And then the harder they come

# The harder they fall, one and all. #

What you want, sonny?

-To make another record?

-Not exactly, no.

-What, then?

-I want the money.

-Which money? Which money?

You'll take the 20 dollars?

Yes, I'll settle for that.

Damn right, you will!

I even have the contract here.

-What you say your name is?

-Ivan O'Martin.

Ivan O'what?

Martin.

Sign here, and remember -

next time you cut a record - that I control this business.

Understand?

OK?

And remember somethin' else -

I make hits, not the public.

-I

-tell the DJs what to play.

Understand?

What you doin' or what?

Ivan no payin' you yet?

But Ivan's supposed to pay you.

I not supposed to give you no money.

Anyhow, come.

Let this be a lesson to you. Learn something from this.

Remember the fella wouldn't sign a contract? You can release his song.

He signed up? Yeah, but don't push it.

Tell the DJs I just want to get back my money.

But it's a good record. I know.

But he's a trouble-maker. I don't want to build him up. OK?

OK.

HE TOOTS HORN

-What happened?

-Trouble, sir.

What kind of trouble?

They shot Pedro's wife this evening.

-Who shot her?

-The army, sir.

-She had grass on her?

-Pedro got away with that.

All right. Leave it to me.

What must I tell the traders?

We'll have to hold off a couple of days.

But the traders pay me protection money, and one got shot.

Just cool it for a couple of days and leave it to me.

What about Pedro's wife, sir?

Find somebody to take her place. Check with me later.

-Check me at the police station.

-All right.

Get me the police commissioner. Detective Jones calling.

Hello, Commissioner.

..Yes, sir. The army shot one of my people's women.

'It's a series of raids.'

Nobody told me!

-Who did they kill?

-'An informer in the ganja trade.'

I can't be concerned with who is an informer.

'Well, I am concerned.

'How can I control crime if my informants can't operate freely?'

Look, I know you use the trade as a form of control.

But I can't explain that officially.

I can only ask the army to co-operate.

Explain that if anybody controls what comes into town it's me.

Rupert, your mother's dead, she can't help you again. Come along.

RADIO PLAYS REGGAE

Hi, baby! Get any work today?

Big night, tonight, y'know.

Look what I buy you.

Ivan, you take your money and buy that?

It's a mini. It's sexy!

Where's the food I asked you to buy?

Do you have any money left at all?

Don't worry! After my record...

You sold out the record to Hilton for 20 - there's no more money to get.

Wait until the other producers hear my record tonight.

Drive away from this place tomorrow.

Lend me 2 for tonight?

Where I must get it from?

-You have it in your bosom.

-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 walkin' and lookin' for work all day - not like you.

You want me to go and beg work when I have a record?

-I done with that.

-I not done with it, though. I was walkin' all day.

What you walkin' for?

You don't believe I gonna make it? You think I'm just jokin'?

All I'm telling you is that I'm tired.

You want me to 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, cos I'm gonna make it.

Ivan, you're a dreamer.

Me, dreamer?

Who's a bigger dreamer than you?

All this talk about milk an' honey!

Ain't no milk an' honey in the sky.

It's right down here an' I want mine now, tonight!

I'll just get out of this place of yours.

Sit tight and listen keenly

while I play a new musical biscuit from the Hilton empire.

It's a brand-new song called The Harder They Fall, by the man called "Ivan".

# Well, you tell me of the pie up in the sky

# Waitin' for me when I die

# But between the day you're born and when you die

# Never seem to hear even your cry... #

What you think of this song?

Not bad.

Listen to the beat. I think it's a hit.

It's all right.

# ..harder they fall, one and all

# The harder they come

# The harder they fall, one and all

# The oppressors are trying to keep me down

# Makin' 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"

# Cos 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 fall, one and all

# Harder they come

# The harder they fall, one and all

# Sometimes, sometimes I feel a hurt

# One more time, one more time... #

What's happening, Jose? My song was just played, you know.

You're moving up!

The girl didn't come here to dance, then.

I showed him around when he first came to town.

What you drinkin'? Babycham.

One Babycham for my girl.

My singer friend here is standing the drinks.

-Beer...

-Jose...

-I have to go somewhere.

-Where?

Don't worry, I soon come back.

All right. Beer for my friend, here.

You control things till I come back.

What happened?

What's the big joke? What's the big hurry?

I have to collect some money.

All right. Come. I'll give you a ride.

No.

I like how you slid out of the bar.

You've learnt a lot in town, but don't try to fool me.

What you mean?

-Where did you make that record?

-Hilton's.

I bet you didn't get 20 dollars for it.

Don't tell me a lie. I know the scene.

Even if it reaches number one, you won't get another cent.

-How you know?

-Think you can handle big money?

Yes.

I think I can work up something for you, you know.

-Like what?

-I'll work out something.

-OK.

-Come on.

# You can get it if you really want

# You can get it if you really want

# You can get it if you really want

# But you must try, try and try

# Try and try

# You'll succeed at last. #

Pedro, there's a policeman ahead, what if he stops us?

You ask too much question, man. Just enjoy the ride.

Wave!

Rupert, have you been to school this morning?

-Yes.

-Good.

Don't go too near the fire, you might get sick again.

MOTORBIKE PULLS UP

Hear Daddy comin'?

-You didn't give Miss Elsa any trouble today?

-No.

-You took your medicine?

Here's a sweetie for your medicine.

You bring something for me, Ivan?

This is for Pedro.

-Catch any fish today?

-No. Sea's rough.

You have a good girl. She's cared for my Rupert since his mother died.

Go over to the bar with this. Say we'll collect tonight.

MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO

CHATTER INAUDIBLE

-Stout, for me.

-Stout, not beer?

-How goes it this week?

-Not too bad, Pedro.

We split that.

-Who that for?

-Didn't Jose say how it works?

-No.

-Well, this is for Jose.

What for?

He gets something from everybody.

He collects from everybody?

Everyone who makes more than one trip.

How come Jose's not rich?

-It's not just Jose, you know.

-Who it go to?

You ask too many questions. Aren't you taking out?

Well, so far.

Give Jose 15 dollars a week, and then everything's all right.

Hey, what happen, Pedro?

This is from me and the new brother.

Got a light, no?

PIPE BUBBLES

-You're new to this?

-Sort of.

-You need some protection.

-Like what?

How much?

Twenty dollars for the pair, man.

-You sure it work?

-Yes, man. It's good.

-It's expensive, man.

-Cheap, for your life!

Pedro, do you think I should take them?

Are you out to kill somebody?

-No, I don't plan on killing anybody.

-Then leave it, man.

AMERICAN SHAMPOO ADVERT ON TV

Serve them right.

Who?

They held a plane in Florida loaded with ganja. It came from here.

"100,000."

They say the US government will aid the army to clamp down on them.

-Where's Pedro?

-I don't know.

All right. I'll soon come.

Jose, you read the newspaper?

Mm-hmm. Your play.

They catch a plane.

Two got through.

Somebody making plenty money. Not us.

I'm only getting spit.

Who making all the money?

Ask no questions, hear no lies.

We could sell some direct.

You and I.

Your play.

Selling for export, at least we should get a little extra.

I'm the one who's taking the risk.

You want to split?

I don't want to split, I just want more money.

You're making a living. When I met you, your arse was hanging out.

I don't like what's going on.

Are you stoned? Finish that game out.

That is all we're getting this week? After bills, we won't have anything.

I owe the doctor, too.

Let Jose take our share from the money they make in America.

I explained the position.

It's them that caused the army to burn the fields.

Jose, I can't pay all this week. My baby's sick.

That's not my concern. I just deal with 15 dollars.

I don't want no soft words - just 15 dollars.

So it's just money you deal with?

I'm paying you 5 this week, Jose.

-Keep it till you come out.

-From where?

Tell him, Pedro.

I'm not afraid of you, Jose.

You think it's me?

Hello.

'The guy I got to help Pedro is giving me a lot of trouble.

'Better lock him up a while and teach him a lesson.'

SIREN WAILS

Haven't I seen you with Jose somewhere before?

Which Jose is that?

The one who sent the policeman after me.

You're a bad man.

-Yeah!

-I see what you mean.

Hey...

Oh! Hey - ease up now, man!

SHE MOANS

Stay there.

What happened?

Hey? What happened?

GUNFIRE

GUNFIRE

MAN: All right!

Shut up!

POLICE SIRENS APPROACH

Who is that?

You have a gun and you don't have any pants!

You're stupid!

MAN: I want every possible car in the area!

ANOTHER MAN: That comes to 14 of us.

Give me a pen and a paper.

Look what a fellow just brought in.

"I've made a record of..." You think the guy is serious?

-Enough to kill three of my men.

-You're joking! Three men?

I know because the man was in my office three minutes ago.

Yeah!

WOMAN: What you doing there so long? You thinking?

You mean you can't think of a story to fool me with tonight?

Make up your story, man.

What a day when I catch you out and no story can help you.

That's the day I'm waiting for.

Give me a gun, sir. I must find him in my area.

-Elsa?

-Ivan, what happen?

-Hear anything on the radio?

-Policeman outside is looking for you.

-Where's the radio?

-What happen, Ivan? He say you shoot a policeman.

I killed three!

God forgive you.

There's just music on the radio. You'll hear a news-flash later.

Where you goin' now? Where you goin' to hide?

Hide?! I'm not hidin'!

Everybody will be looking for you!

You didn't believe me.

Didn't I say I'd be famous one day?

You're mad.

Tell Pedro to meet me tonight - he'll know where.

Tell him to bring money and some more bullets.

Tell him I want to find Jose.

Why do you want to see Jose?

Read about that tomorrow.

Oh, it's you!

-Where's Jose?

-Why do you want him?

-I have something for him.

-Give it to me - I'll give it to him.

So you want to give it to him?

I have something for you, too.

My God!

Look what I'm getting myself into.

This is for double-crossing me.

Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ, have mercy! No!

No! No, don't shoot!

GUNSHOTS AND SCREAMS

RADIO NEWSREADER: '..holding up a policeman three days ago.

'Last night, the wanted man

'held up a pedestrian and took his clothes.

'He also went to Jose Smith's house, who he suspected of informing on him.

'There, he shot and wounded a woman

'who he found in Smith's room.

'She was the woman who was with the fugitive when police tried to arrest him.'

MAN: 'I gave him a bike, money, a place to live.

'When I find him today he'll be dead and dead.

'I'm going to shoot him. I control this place from birth.'

Jose!

You lookin' for me?

I've come to shoot you. GUNSHOT

You're running but I'll find you anywhere!

I'll find you, you hear?

-Anyone seen Jose?

-Must have gone underground.

Police protection.

Not coming for money this week?

Ivan's fixed him for good.

Something new must happen now.

Whatever happens, Ivan is a boss.

Have you got his tune on the juke box?

-You find the record yet, man?

-It was put here a long time ago.

Find the record! Find it!

ANNOUNCER: 'El Numero Uno socks the sound of living soul!'

Good evening! Welcome to the Big T show.

I'm back home where the sweet soul sisters roam.

My mojo workin' and my soul's a-cookin' and smokin'.

The T-thing goes for four hours.

It's the sound of soul and big boss.

I hear my ring-a-ling. Let's see what's going on.

Hello, chic-a-boo, how are you?

You wanna hear that song again?

All the jocks have been gettin' calls for this song by the runaway guy.

I wonder what he's doin' - is he gettin' his thing together?

We'll play it for you - I had it ready, so we'll do it right now.

We're turning the nation over. I'm getting it on for you, here.

It goes like this. Dig it.

# Well, they tell me of the pie up in the sky

# Waitin' for me when I die

# But between the day you're born and when you die

# They never seem to hear even your cry

# So as sure as the sun will shine

# I'm gonna get my share, what's mine

# And then the harder they come

# The harder they'll fall, one and all

# Ooh, the harder they come

# The harder they'll fall, one and all... #

I can't make this record go down.

I can usually do it, but it's in the charts, now.

I always co-operate with the police, but this time...

I know, but I want to catch him myself.

Tell me when you catch him so I can get him to make a record before you string him up!

HE TUNES IN RADIO

What are you doin' in the man's car?

-You can drive?

-Yes!

Drive.

# You can get it if you really want

# You can get it if you really want

# You can get it if you really want

# But you must try, try and try

# Try and try

# You'll succeed at last

# Persecution you must bear

# Win or lose, you've got to get your share

# Got your mind set on a dream

# You can get it, though hard it may seem, now

# You can get it if you really want

# You can get it if you really want

# You can get it if you really want

# But you must try... #

GUNFIRE

Sidney, how much time I lock you up? Three times?

Yes, sir.

And how much times I let you off? Plenty times.

Plenty times.

Remember when you go to my yard when you don't want go police station?

-When you need help?

-Yes, sir.

-Remember the times I helped you?

Yes, sir.

I'm looking for Ivan two weeks an' you hidin' him in the swamp!

Since when another dirty criminal like you mean more to you than me?

Him can help you more than me? Eh?

Him can help you more than me?

-No, sir.

-Then why the backside you hidin' him?

You think him smarter than me because him have 100 places to hide and I can't find him?

It's not because him smart I can't find him.

It's because you're foolish.

You believe because I so busy chasin' Ivan I forget about you.

But I stopped chase Ivan now and I start chase you.

All of you! And as of this week, no more ganja comin' in this town.

Not a stick, not a spliff, not even a puff!

I'm going to starve you!

Let's see how much you love Ivan when your belly empty.

MUSIC: "Shanty Town" by Desmond Dekker

-Take one more!

-Film finished.

-When I can get them?

-About tomorrow.

-Now!

-But it will take me at least...

-NOW!

All right. Come this way.

-Last one, that?

-Yes.

KNOCK AT DOOR MAN: Fitz?

-He's busy.

-OK, I'll wait.

They catch the wild guy, yet?

I don't hear the news, but I don't want them catch him.

-I like the excitement - the boy's great!

-All right, you can come in.

Fitz, so quiet...

-Backside!

-Come...

-Fitz, you have a pen?

-What for?

Autograph, man!

Don't you have one to spare?

Thank you, sir!

Rest!

This is the last one, sir.

Send this one to the editor. Make sure him get it.

Backside!

You can't expect me not to publish a picture like this!

But it's fantastic! You don't want to see it?

You banned the record?

-Yes.

-You hadn't the courtesy to tell me?

I don't understand you, Hilton. I called you and asked for your help.

So the police are telling people what they can listen to on the radio?

Yes, if it glorifies crime.

-So people get excited about the guy.

-They'll catch the criminal anyhow.

It's no big deal. I don't understand why you fool with the hit parade.

If you do that, they KNOW something's wrong!

That's when you make the ganja a big deal.

-I can't stop, now.

-I want to talk to you.

I hear you stopped the ganja trade.

Yes, but I didn't know that interests you!

It brings money into the area.

You know something?

No hit parade, no ganja...

You better catch him fast.

Once the jokers get hungry enough to trade without you, you're finished.

Then law and order's finished in the whole area.

You understand?

I'm going.

AIR HISSES OUT OF TYRES

Shoot at that man! Fire!

Why didn't you warn me they was coming?

GUNFIRE

-Elsa, how is Rupert?

-He's far gone.

If he doesn't lose more blood, he'll be all right.

The doctor says he must have good food.

Why is the police raging?

Last night, they lock them up till midnight.

What about the fishing?

To tell you the truth, that boat sail a long, long time ago.

-Even when Ivan was here, you never had it?

-No.

Have you heard from Ivan?

No.

I wonder how your shoulder getting on.

-What time's Jose coming?

-Soon come.

-What are we going to tell him?

-A dollar fifty not bad.

Resume. What are they waiting for?

Can't resume just like that. They want something more.

They won't resume until they get Ivan.

-Has anybody seen him?

-No.

My belly's empty, my baby's belly's empty too.

We couldn't just give up Ivan like that.

Business is business, you know.

What do you say, Pedro?

Won't you say anything?

Pressure don't reach him yet.

-Ivan.

-What?

Over the shoulder.

Painful, you know.

It's supposed to drive away the pain.

I hear some people say they catch me.

No news, man. Propaganda. Pure propaganda.

I send them a picture. How come they don't publish it?

It's compulsory.

Everything's quiet. I don't like it.

What's happening in the trade?

Most of the boys are holding out, but I don't like what I hear.

What?

Jose's offered some of the boys a raise.

Into export.

But that's what I was after.

Some of them will get that now.

-Now they get what they want, they might forget me.

-No.

Some of us are still backing you, to get rid of Jose.

But you'd better try to get away before it's too late.

I'm not running, Pedro.

Freddie got a job on a boat and can get you to Cuba.

You'll get a big welcome there.

Yes.

Revolutionary to Ras.

-Could get a doctor to fix my shoulder, too.

-Sure.

We'll go to the coast tomorrow and wait there.

The boat will pick you up at the quay.

All right.

But I have to see Elsa and Rupert before I go.

You'll see them, man, you'll see them.

# Sitting here in limbo

# But I know it won't be long

# Sitting here in limbo

# Like a bird without a song

# Well they're putting up resistance

# But I know that my faith will lead me on.

# Sitting here in limbo

# Waiting for the tide to flow

# Sitting here in limbo

# Going back, I have to go

# Well, they're putting up resistance

# But I know that my faith will lead me on

# Sitting in limbo

# Sitting in limbo

# Sitting in limbo

# Sitting in limbo

# Sitting in limbo

# Sitting in limbo... #

It's all right, Rupert, never mind. HE CRIES

I hope the ambulance will come soon and take him to hospital.

When he comes out of hospital, it's the same thing over again.

I can't stand hearing him cry, you know.

When will the trade start again?

They want Ivan, definitely.

The boys are ready to start.

What you say?

I say no.

What you say, Elsa?

You know what I say, Pedro.

Every game I play, I lose.

Yes?

-I want to talk to you.

-I was just going out.

But I can spare you a few minutes.

The traders don't know where he is. They'd tell me, they want to start.

They'll start without me and I won't be able to control them.

If they start again, I'll lock them up!

They're desperate, sir. If they start again, I won't control them.

Criminals will come into the trade without paying protection money.

That's your problem!

My problem? Look what policemen you have and you can't find him.

You have a million and one policeman and you can't find him.

You want me to find him!

-You don't understand, Jose?

-PHONE RINGS

I stop chasing Ivan now.

I want the traders to bring him to me!

That's the only way it'll start back.

Yes?

Yes, Reverend.

His woman came to you for help?

OK, Corporal! Come, let's go! Start the engines!

The gal say him leaving today. On what boat?

If you don't say, you'll never trade again.

-Shall I hit him again?

-No, we'll get another boat.

FOGHORN BLOWS

Swim, Ivan! Swim!

Grab the rope!

Hold on, man!

# You can get it if you really want

# You can get it if you really want

# You can get it if you really want

# But you must try, try and try

# Try and try

# You'll succeed at last. #

MOTORBOAT APPROACHES

THEY CHEER

OFFICER: We're going to do a frontal assault!

All right. Hold on!

Prepare to assault.

All right!

Don't worry with the army business.

One man just come out!

Who's the bad man? Who can draw?

Come on out, one who can draw.

One who can draw - just come out!

Do you think the hero dies before the last reel?

Send out one bad man!

Come on!

Draw!

# Well, the oppressors are trying to keep me down

# Tryin' to drive me underground

# And they think that they have got the battle won

# I say, "Forgive them, Lord, they know not what they've done"

# Cos 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

# Ooh, the harder they come

# The harder they'll fall, one and all. #