Jimmy Cliff credited as playing...
Ivanhoe "Ivan" Martin
- [Ivan is fighting his boss over a bike]
- Ivan Martin: You want dead? I will kill you, clot!
- [he punctuates these words with knife-blows to his boss's face:]
- Ivan Martin: Don't! Fuck! With! Me!
- Ivan Martin: [singing in the recording studio] 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" / For as sure as the Sun will shine / I'm going to get my share now, what's mine / And the harder they come, the harder they fall / one and all...
- Longa: You have a pretty hat this morning.
- Ivan Martin: You like it?
- Longa: You really look like Johnny Too Bad. You gotta have a gun though to look like Johnny. But before you get a a gun, get the broom and come sweep out the shop.
- Ivan Martin: When this song hits, you know, you know what it mean for you and me? This is my big chance. The is what we waiting for even since I come to town. Nothing can stop me know, you know. I don't have to worry no more. We'll have this song hit for you and me.
- Ivan Martin: What the meaning of this, sir?
- Hilton: That means you get $20 for the record.
- Ivan Martin: $20, sir? That don't sound right
- Hilton: How much do you think it's worth, then?
- Ivan Martin: I don't really know, you know, sir.
- Hilton: Come on, you must have an idea. What do you think it's worth?
- Ivan Martin: Well, I think at least about $200, you know, sir.
- [Hilton chuckles]
- Ivan Martin: I don't think I'm signing this for $20, you know, sir.
- Ivan Martin: Don't worry about money, man. After my record...
- Elsa: You sold out the record to Hilton for $20. You don't have any more to get.
- Ivan Martin: Just wait until the other producers hear my record tonight. We'll drive away from this place tomorrow.
- Pedro: Freddie. Him get a job on a boat. And him can get you to Cuba. And you'd get a big welcome there.
- Ivan Martin: Yes. Revolutionary to raas. Could get a doctor to fix me shoulder too.
- Pedro: True.
- Mother: What you come to town for?
- Ivan Martin: Grandma dead.
- Mother: Dead? Dead? How she can dead and I never know?
- Ivan Martin: We tried to get you, but the telegram came back.
- Mother: And when she going to bury?
- Ivan Martin: She buried already, Momma.
- Mother: Bury already? Buried already and I never get to go to the funeral? Oh, God. Oh, God...
- Mother: What happened to the place?
- Ivan Martin: Grandma sold the place before she died.
- Mother: And what happened to the money?
- Ivan Martin: She said she wanted a big funeral.
- Mother: And she took all the money for her big funeral and I didn't even get to go?
- Ivan Martin: I'm staying in town.
- Mother: You think town is easy? How you gonna live?
- Ivan Martin: I could make a record. I can sing, you know, Momma.
- Ivan Martin: I can get a job, then.
- Mother: What kind of job you can get, outside turn criminal?
- Ivan Martin: Why you say a thing like that? Why you say a think like that about me?
- Mother: Don't ask me any feisty question. Go back to country.
- Ivan Martin: What's showing at Rialto?
- Jose Smith: What you know about Rialto, you just come from country?
- Ivan Martin: I read about it, man.
- Ivan Martin: [referring to the Preacher's bicycle] I can fix it up. Maybe you and I could go for a ride.
- Elsa: I don't think so, you know.
- Ivan Martin: Just a ride.
- Elsa: Perhaps. Depends.
- Ivan Martin: Depends on what?
- Elsa: It you're a true Christian. The rest of boys too rude.
- Ivan Martin: Some Christians rude too.
- Housewife: What's the matter with you young, healthy boys? All you know to do is beg, beg, beg. That's all you can do, just beg? How you got in here, anyway?
- Ivan Martin: The gate was open, ma'am.
- Housewife: Well, when you go outside, you make sure you lock the gate behind you.
- [Ivan leaves, to the servants in the house]
- Housewife: Who left the gate open?
- Pedro: You're gonna make the Lord come back and find you doing this?
- Ivan Martin: Doing what, Preacher?
- Pedro: Boogie-woogie and twistin' up yourself in my yard.
- Ivan Martin: They don't have boogie-woogie anymore, you know, Preacher. That finished long ago.
- Pedro: I don't car what you want to call it! I don't want it in my yard!
- Ivan Martin: I can sing too, you know, sir. I'd like the chance to make a record.
- Hilton: Everybody want to make a record...
- Ivan Martin: But I have a boss song, you know, sir. This one must sell.
- Ivan Martin: 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 know. You're not a child anymore. You have to make up your mind - between me and Preacher.
- Ivan Martin: Give me $2 for tonight.
- Elsa: Where I must get it from?
- Ivan Martin: You have it in your bosom, man.
- Ivan Martin: You want me to go and beg work for $10 a week for the rest of my life? I try that. I'd rather die. And I don't have to, because I'm gonna make it.