Julius Harris: Mr. Gibbs

Black Caesar

Mr. Gibbs

Tommy Gibbs: That used to be home, sweet home, Pa. Top window. Rear
Mr. Gibbs: Always seemed to me like a much bigger building.
Tommy Gibbs: You must know what I do for a living.
Mr. Gibbs: I'm not gonna lecture you. I don't have the right.
Tommy Gibbs: Did it ever occur to you... That I've been waiting 25 years just to kill you?
Mr. Gibbs: No. No. Wait, listen please. I mean, it was the depression. I mean, you don't know what it was like to... Then the war and my chance to get away. You never had those responsibilities. I mean, you never been trapped. Oh, no. Not knowing where to run or who to-- or who to hate. I was 20 years old, 20 years old when I enlisted. And I was a cook all through the war. I was a cook!
Tommy Gibbs: You never sent home one allotment check. My ma had to scrub floors on her hands and knees for pennies!
[pins his father against a wall pointing his gun at him]
Tommy Gibbs: I'm gonna kill you!
Mr. Gibbs: She-- she couldn't get no allotment! We wasn't married legal! Folks didn't bother much in those days.
Tommy Gibbs: [lowers his gun and turns away] She never told me.
Mr. Gibbs: I--I could have sent you something.
Tommy Gibbs: Go on. Start walkin.'
Mr. Gibbs: I didn't mean to break it to you that way. I mean, I wouldn't have said anything...
Tommy Gibbs: Don't matter. Move on, before I change my mind. Pa! I don't ever want to see you again.
Mr. Gibbs: I understand, son.
Reverend Rufus: What are you going to do now? Kill your momma?

Tommy Gibbs: [at the cemetery where Momma Gibbs is buried] What are you doing here?
Mr. Gibbs: I came by to pay my respect to your momma. Didn't anybody else come? Your girl or anybody?
Tommy Gibbs: No. They weren't invited.
Mr. Gibbs: Invited or not, I've come to say goodbye to that woman. She was my wife, son.
Tommy Gibbs: Pa. How is everything?
Mr. Gibbs: Pardon?
Tommy Gibbs: I said.. you need anything?
Mr. Gibbs: I'm fine. Thanks.
Tommy Gibbs: Would you like to come stay with me, Pa?
Mr. Gibbs: No. I travel a lot

Mr. Gibbs: Excuse me Reverend. Is that Mr Gibbs car over there?
Reverend Rufus: Yes it is.
Mr. Gibbs: Well I'd like to speak to him.
Reverend Rufus: Oh, call his office.
Mr. Gibbs: Well, my name is Gibbs, too, sir.
Reverend Rufus: Fine, you should've been a relative.
Mr. Gibbs: Well I am, I'm his father
[inside the car speaking to his son]
Mr. Gibbs: I was just across --just coming into the bar for a drink. I sell you know. Cosmetics. Mainly for colored folks in the south. Well, uh, only been in town for a few days, and it was a coincidence, me seeing you across the street. It'd have been wrong if I didn't take advantage of that coincidence.
Tommy Gibbs: You want to go up and see mom?
Mr. Gibbs: Your mom and I didn't get along. You do recollect me, son? Look at me.
Tommy Gibbs: Yeah. Hey, you, uh, remember Rufus? He used to live next door to us. He's a preacher now.
Mr. Gibbs: Young Rufus. He was always a bad boy. Never thought he'd take up religion.
Tommy Gibbs: Hey, pop, uh... Like to take a ride, look at the old neighborhood?
[Papa Gibbs nods his head yes as Tommy gets out of the car to greet his fans]
Reverend Rufus: Take my advice. Get out. Go home.
Mr. Gibbs: Well, now. I.. I can understand my son saying that, but why should you feel that way towards me?
Reverend Rufus: Please, listen to me.