:25:01
Mind if l sit?
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l heard about you,
Mr Ellsworth ''Bumpy'' Johnson.
:25:07
Fresh out of Sing Sing
and back on the streets.
:25:10
Yeah,
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l got a reputation.
:25:15
But l like you, and l think
you like me, so
:25:20
let's dance.
:25:22
d ln my solitude
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d You haunt me
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d With memories
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d Of days gone by
:25:52
- There you are.
- Oh, my God!
:25:54
Thanks. Thanks for walking me home.
:25:57
My pleasure.
:26:00
l have one question. Why you gotta
involve yourself in numbers?
:26:05
l mean, what would you have me do?
:26:07
Shine shoes? Carry bags
down at Grand Central?
:26:11
l'm a coloured man. White folks ain't
left me nothing but the underworld.
:26:15
Well, l disagree. There are coloured
doctors, lawyers, accountants,...
:26:19
- True.
- ..writers, musicians.
:26:21
- You could do any one of those.
- l do write a little poetry.
:26:27
You write a little poetry?
:26:31
l ask myself where she got those eyes
So full of light, so free of lies.
:26:37
How does one get eyes like that?
:26:40
l tell myself she robbed a cat.
:26:45
- Do you like it?
- Yeah, l like it.
:26:49
Well, when can l see you again?
:26:51
Well, keep writing those poems,
Ellsworth, and we'll see.
:26:58
- Good night.
- Have a good evening.