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Sinners is a 2025 American horror film about twin brothers who return to their hometown to start again, only to be confronted by a supernatural evil.

Directed and written by Ryan Coogler.
Dance with the devil. taglines

Smoke

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  • I been all over this world. In cars. Ships. Trains. I seen men die in ways I didn't even know was possible. But I ain't never saw no roots, no demons… no ghosts, no magic. Just power. And only money can get you that.
  • [after shooting a looter and seeing the other trying to escape] FUCK you goin', nigga?! Bet this bullet'll beat you there!
  • Listen here, this ain't no house party.
  • The best part of me was him.

Stack

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  • Y'all ready to eat? Y'all ready to drink? Y'all ready to sweat till y'all stank?
  • We 'bout to get it poppin' like fish grease, boy!

Mary

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  • [to Stack] So you rob trains and banks but you can't steal this pussy for a night?
  • Ooh, we gonna kill every last one of you.

Sammie

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  • I been workin' all week, Pop. Wanna be free of all this fo' a day.
  • [to Pearline] You're beautiful... I just wanna taste you.

Annie

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  • [opening narration] There are legends of people... born with the gift of makin' music so true... it can pierce the veil between life and death, conjurin' spirits from the past and the future. In ancient Ireland, they were called Filí. In Choctaw land, they call them Firekeepers. And in West Africa... they're called Griots. This gift can bring healing to their communities... but it also attracts evil.
  • These ain't haints. They vampires.

Remmick

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  • Oh, we heard tale of a party.
  • This world already left you for dead. Won't let you build. Won't let you fellowship. We will do just that. Together. Forever. I can save you from your fate. I am your way out.
  • Long ago... the men who stole my father's land forced these words upon us. I hated those men, but the words still bring me comfort. Those men lied to themselves and lied to us. They told stories of a God above and a Devil below. And lies of a dominion of man over beast and Earth. We are earth and beast, and god. We are woman and man. We are connected, you and I, to everything. [Pause] You will taste the sweet pain of death. We will make beautiful music together.

Delta Slim

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  • See, white folks, they like the blues just fine. They just don't like the people who make it.
  • [Explaining to Sammie] Blues wasn't forced on us like that religion. Nah, son, we brought that with us from home. It's magic what we do. It's sacred... and big.

Grace Chow

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  • Come on in, you motherfuckers!

Gambler

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  • Let me in, man! [Bangs on the door] There's some weird shit goin' on out here. [Continues banging] Let me in! You better let me in! Smoke, let me in! Smoke, let me in there! Smoke, you gotta let me in!

Dialogue

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Sammie Moore: They said you wanna talk.
Smoke: Yeah. Seen your performance down there. Pretty damn good.
Sammie Moore: Can't thank you enough for this. I mean, y'all the ones who put that guitar in my hand. Now this.
Smoke: Well, you got the talent. That's for certain. But all this ain't no life for nobody. I know plenty of musicians I ain't never met a happy one. Yeah, it's cute now. But it get old. That ramblin'.
Sammie Moore: I mean being with y'all today... Smoke, I feel like I'm flying. Well, today settled it. I'm headin' off on my own.
Smoke: Where you goin'?
Sammie Moore: I don't know. Maybe Chicago.
Smoke: Hmm. One day our daddy beat Stack real bad. So we get in our minds that we need to run away. See, me, I wanna go to the next plantation over. But Stack, he figured we get to Mound Bayou. Small town. Right here in Mississippi. Founded by free slaves. And everything is Black-owned.
Sammie Moore: That sound like a crock.
Smoke: Yeah, well, I seen it.
Sammie Moore: Why y'all ain't stay?
Smoke: That mayor knew who our daddy was. Knew he was a evil man. Figured it was no way that he ain't passed that evil down to us. See, your daddy a preacher. You can go and do that. You like makin' music? Make church music. You wan' leave go on down Mound Bayou. Live with the proper Black folks. Leave all this here improper shit to us.
Sammie Moore: Well, I ain't going to Mound Bayou. My daddy a reverend, but I'm y'all cousin, too. And a lot more people know the Smokestack Twins then they know my daddy.
Smoke: Yeah? Well, you better enjoy the rest of the night, 'cause this your last juke.
Sammie Moore: You ain't in no position to tell me how to live my life.
Smoke: Come tomorrow, I find out about you playin' in one of these boy, I'll kill you myself.
Sammie Moore: Look, I'm leaving that plantation just like y'all did. And if that's a problem for you... kill me now.
Smoke: [He pulls out his handgun and points it at Sammie] What's the matter? I'm a soldier, boy. And you just gave me a command. [He puts his handgun back in his holster]
Sammie Moore: Mornin' Pop.
Jedidiah: You're up awful early, son.
Sammie Moore: Like you say, jump on the work don't let the work jump on you.
Jedidiah: That's right.
Sammie Moore: Finished my quota for the day. [Notices the guitar]
Jedidiah: Yeah. I brought it in here. I want you to help me give my sermon tomorrow. First Corinthians, 10:13. Read.
Sammie Moore: No temptation has overtaken you, except what is common to mankind. God is faithful. He will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you're tempted he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it. Now, Pop if you don't mind, I'm gon' be late.
Jedidiah: Late for what, boy? Where you gotta that's more important then being in the House of God?
Sammie Moore: I've been workin' all week, Pop. Wanna be free of all this for a day.
Jedidiah: To play music? For drunkards? Philanderers, who shirk their responsibilities to their families so they can sweat all over each other?
Sammie Moore: I'll be back in time for service in the morning.
Jedidiah: Son? You keep dancing with the devil one day, he's gonna follow you home.
Stack: Hey, lil' cousin. Come on out. Got two dollars out here waiting on a dime. [Sammie goes out to be with his cousins]
Jedidiah: Samuel!
Stack: Aw, don't you worry now, uncle Jed. We gon' get him back to you in one piece.
Smoke: You Hogwood?
Hogwood: You boys twins?
Stack: [Sarcastically] Nah, we cousins.
Hogwood: Well. Here she is. He moved a ton of timber a month back in his heyday. Workers lived upstairs. Say, what are you fellas planning on doing with the place?
Stack: Y'all wash these floors?
Hogwood: Yeah.
Smoke: What was on 'em?
Hogwood: I thought y'all was dead set on buying the place. More time I spend with y'all, the less sure I am you boys are serious about it.
Smoke: Ain't no "boys" here.
Stack: Just grown men. With grown-men money.
Smoke: And grown-men bullets
Hogwood: I didn't mean nothin' by it. Just the way we talk down here.
Smoke: We'll take it. The mill, the equipment, and the land that it's standing on.
Hogwood: [looking at the briefcase full of money] Well, Damn!
Smoke: Now, understand, it's the last dime you ever gonna to see from us. And if we see you, or any one of your Klan buddies cross our property line, we gonna kill 'em right where they stand.
Hogwood: Shit. Klan don't exist no more.
Sammie Moore: Delta Slim.
Delta Slim: Yeah, I thank you for your generosity. I guess that Chicago wind blew your black asses back down here, huh? Who the boy?
Stack: This my little cousin. Preacherboy Sammie. Happens to be the finest blues player in all the Delta.
Delta Slim: I got socks older than this here boy. What the hell he know about the blues?
Sammie Moore: [Holding up his guitar] I can show you better than I can tell you.
Delta Slim: Hold up, now. Put down that motherfucker...
Stack: Put that away.
Delta Slim: Now, this here my patch right here. Now, you wasn't his cousin and a young pup to boot. I'd cut your ass too thin to fry.
Stack: And you threaten him again I'mma make your drunk ass swallow that harmonica. You still nice with them keys?
Delta Slim: Depend on who you ask.
Stack: I'll give you $20 to come play at our juke tonight.
Delta Slim: Yeah, I wish I could. I'mma be at Messengers tonight same as I am every Saturday night.
Stack: What they pay you?
Delta Slim: For a gangster, you sure ask a lot of questions.
Stack: They ain't paying you $20 a night, I know that.
Delta Slim: You ain't paying no $20 a night. You payin' $20, maybe, tonight. I ain't never heard of your juke. Maybe it's here tonight, is it here tomorrow night? The week after that? Nah. I've been at Messengers every Saturday night for the last ten years. Messenger's gon' be there another ten years after that, at least. Shit. That's probably more time than I got left on this earth, Stack. I play, and I get as much corn liquor as I can drink. A sinner like me, I can't ask for more than that.
Stack: Know what, Slim? I'll drink to that. [He takes out and opens up a bottle of liquor]
Delta Slim: Ooh. What you got there, boy?
Stack: Oh, this? It's a Irish beer. Straight from the north side of Chicago.
Delta Slim: You sayin' that's beer?
Stack: Wind didn't bring us down here empty-handed. [He hands Slim the bottle]
Delta Slim: [Chuckles] Give me that. [He takes a swig] my goodness.
Stack: I got 500 more bottles just like that. Ice cold. Say we pay you $40 a night, and all the beer that you can drink. After that, no strings. You act now, I'll even let you finish that bottle in your hand. [Slim and Sammie are performing] These two gon' be playin' down at the old sawmill. It's the grand openin' of our new joint. Club Juke. We gon' have us a battle of the blues. It's gon' be a real-ring-a-ding-ding. Just for us. Y'all ready to eat? Y'all ready to drink? Y'all ready to sweat till y'all stank. All right. We gon' to get funky like a Mississippi donkey y'all. Get a drink on the Twins when you get there.
Sammie Moore: [Stack, Delta Slim and Sammie are driving by a chain gang at work] Hey, you know some of them?
Delta Slim: All of 'em.
Sammie Moore: What happened?
Delta Slim: Me and my buddy Rice, we was hustlin' back and forth up the delta, we got busted for vagrancy. Them white sheriffs take us down to the jailhouse... that was empty. I thought for sure they was gonna kill us that night. But they gave us our instruments back, and they tell us to play. Stack, we played. Preacherboy, we played, you hear me? Music was comin' out the windows. People on the street was stoppin' to come in. Next day, one of them sheriffs got the bright idea they gonna take us on the road now. They cover us and throw us in the paddy wagon. They take us to this big house. I mean, it's full of white folks. Pass around their hats and have us to play. See, them white folks we playin' for, they had real money.
Sammie Moore: Had y'all playing them old ragtime songs?
Delta Slim: We played a fair amount of blues too. See, white folks, they like the blues just fine. They just don't like the people who make it. Them peckerwoods was noddin' their heads, stompin' their feet. Some of 'em was almost in rhythm, Stack. And then Rice and me, we changed it up, confuse 'em.
Sammie Moore: What y'all do with the money?
Delta Slim: Drank it.
Annie: What you come back for?
Smoke: We bought that old sawmill. Yeah, we gon' patch it up, make it into a juke joint.
Annie: A juke joint. This one of Stack's ideas?
Smoke: Yeah, he figure tonight gonna be a grand opening.
Annie: I thought y'all was done with the Delta. Last I heard, y'all were northern men.
Smoke: Nah, we through with Chicago.
Annie: Chicago through with y'all?
Smoke: What you asking?
Annie: Who you and Stack robbed to get enough money for them crackers to sell you a whole mill?
Sammie: So, tell me about Chicago. I heard they ain't got Jim Crow up there. Black man can go where he wants.
Smoke: Listen, boy, you can't be believin' everythin' that you hear. Town'll fill yo' head up with this make-believe, but me and yo' cousin? We gon' give it to you straight. Chicago ain't shit but Mississippi with tall buildings instead of plantations.
Stack: And that's why we came back home: Figured we might as well deal with the devil we know.
Sammie: I've seen you somewhere before.
Pearline: Maybe.
Sammie: You sing, don'tcha?
Pearline: Time to time.
Sammie: Mmm-hmm. I'm Preacherboy. [offers his hand as she shakes it]
Pearline: Pearline...
Sammie: Pearline... hmm...
Pearline: I'm married, by the way.
Sammie: ... Happily?
Pearline: Careful, boy... you gon' bite off more than you can chew. [slowly walks away]
Sammie Moore: I don't think you should be here. See, I'm with the twins.
Mary: With the twins? Boy, if you don't get the fuck outta my face.
Mary: So, you play that guitar they left you?
Sammie: Yeah.
Mary: That's good. You makin' any money with that thing?
Sammie: Not really. Not yet, at least.
Mary: I'd tell ya it didn't matter as long as you love it, but that'd be horseshit advice.
Mary: You know, I waited for you.
Stack: Shit, I don't know why in the hell you gon' do that.
Mary: Because you told me you loved me.
Stack: Well, I told you to stay the fuck away from me, too, but I guess you didn't hear that part, huh?
Mary: Ohh, I heard you. I heard you loud and clear, but then you stuck your tongue in my cooze and fucked me so hard, I figured you changed your mind.
Stack: Keep your voice down now.
Stack: The hell are you doin' back here, Mary?
Mary: I buried my mama yesterday, Stack. Figured I'd might see you and Smoke there, as much as she looked after you both. But I guess y'all love lasted as long as y'all could get somethin' out of her.
Stack: You right. That's all she was: Food, a warm bed.
Mary: Rot in Hell, Stack! [walks away]
Stack: Shit, I will. [as she walks away] And save yo' triflin' ass a room! Shit, right next to me... shit...
[Stack is attempting to throw Mary out of the juke joint]
Mary: Get yo' hands off me.
Stack: What's it gon' take, hmm? How much to getchu to get the fuck on?
Mary: You can't pay me off.
Stack: Fine... I'll pay one of these field bitches in here to drag yo' ass out, then—
Mary: Shit, you taught me how to fight; I'll beat up every bitch in here, and you know it.
Stack: I taught you how to walk away when the money's up, too. Got you a rich white husband, got you a farm, now go home to it.
Mary: I ain't ask for none of that - all that shit was your idea! I didn't want no white man, I didn't want to be white. I wanted to be with you!
Stack: All it'd take is the wrong person in here to see you - word get back to them crackas, and they gon' try to kill you.
Mary: What would it matter to you?
Stack: 'Cause, if somebody out there put they hands on you... if they hurt you... me and my brother gon' come kill 'em all.
Mary: So you'll kill for me.
Stack: That's right.
Mary: But you still won't tell me the truth. I was young enough to believe you were comin' back. I waited. I waited a long time. But I'm grown now, Stack! And I know you never planned to stay. Why can't you just say that?!
Stack: Say what? Hmm? [He removes his hat] That I love you? That I think about you every day? I just wanted to keep you someplace safe. And that was never gon' be here... and it was never gon' be with me. Never.
Remmick: You fellers must be the owners of this establishment.
Smoke: That's right. And you are?
Remmick: Name's Remmick. This here's Joan and Bert.
Sammie: Hey Stack, y'all alright?
Remmick: Aww, and you... must be that voice I heard from out here. Aw, it was beautiful.
Joan: God damn bee-yew-tiful voice.
Bert: Even through these walls.
Smoke: Where y'all from?
Joan: Just down the road.
Stack: And how far is that?
Remmick: North Carolina.
Smoke: Y'all Klan?
Remmick: [offended] Sir... w-we believe in equality and music. We just came here to play. Spend some money, have a good time. Here, I'll show you.
[Remmick, Joan, and Bert play "Picked Poor Robin Clean" on the banjo. The others watch in confusion, though Stack chuckles and nods along a bit.]
Smoke: [stopping the music after a bit] Hold on hold on, just a minute.
Remmick: Aw, its just about to get good.
Smoke: Nah I believe ya. But this here a juke joint.
Stack: Blues music.
Bert: Well we've got money and we ready to spend it with y'all.
Remmick: Soundin' damn near perfect and you're saying we ain't welcome.
Smoke: Nah I'm saying you get down that road and get back into town. Plenty of white barrel houses down there.
Remmick: [chuckles] Aw this- this cuz we're... [gestures to skin] Alright. [Points at Mary] How'd she get in?
Mary: Now that is none-
Annie: [interrupting] She here cuz she family.
Remmick: Family... [sighs] Can- can we just, for one night, just all be family? [he steps forward, and Smoke reaches for his gun] Y-you don't need to do that, sir. We'll be on our way. But we're gonna walk real slow, just in case y'all change your mind.
[Mary applauds Remmick, Bert, and Joan after they play "Lassie Go.]"
Remmick: You looking for some fresh air, or...
Mary: I just come to see if y'all was good people.
Remmick: Aw darlin' that's so sweet of you.
Joan: So sweet.
Remmick: We most surely are
Mary: [sitting next to him] And y'all got money to spend?
Remmick: Oh yeah, plenty money. You wanna see?
Mary: Yeah, I wanna see. [Bert hands her some gold] What type of money is this?
Remmick: The solid gold kind, darlin'. Yeah.
Mary: Where's this from?
Remmick: It's from a different place in a different time. But it spends just the same. You can have it. But it's no good to you.
Joan: It's no good to her...
Bert: [shaking his head] Mmm-mm.
Mary: Well, what makes you say that?
Remmick: Cuz you in some deep, deep pain that money can't fix. Am I right? [Mary looks at him] You came over here for fellowship and love.
Joan: Fellowship and love...
Mary: My mother... she just passed.
Remmick: Aw that's awful. Ah...
Bert: Just awful.
Joan: Just awful... [touches Mary's shoulder]
Bert: Losin' a mother is a hurtin' feeling.
Remmick: Mhmm. Y'know I wish in my heart that we'd have met sooner. I would've liked to have saved your mother from her fate. I can still save you from yours.
Mary: Oh no you must have me confused. I'm sad is all, but I don't need no saving.
Remmick: [eyes now red with drool hanging from his mouth] Yes... yes you do. You all do. [he looks at her neck and Mary quickly gets up and points a gun]
Mary: I'm gonna head back now, and I think y'all should too. Back to where we all came from. [as she walks away, Remmick levitates into the air, eyes glowing]
Stack: You droolin'.
Mary: You want some?
Delta Slim: Y'all smell anything?
Annie: No.
Delta Slim: I think I shat myself.
[Stack revives as a vampire after being bitten by Mary]
Smoke: [looks through the knife hole in the door] Stack... nigga, that's you?
Stack: Naw, fool, it's Jim Crow!
Sammie: How can it move and sound like Stack if it ain't Stack?
Annie: I only ever heard stories. I ain't never come across them myself.
Pearline: What stories you heard?
Annie: How haints work; they switch places with the soul of a man. But vampires is different... maybe the worst kind: The soul gets stuck in the body. Can't rejoin the ancestors... cursed to live here with all this hate. Can't even feel the warmth of a sunrise.
Bo: Hey, baby. Come on outside, I got the car started Let's go. [Grace doesn't move] Come on, Grace.
Grace: ...he's killin' him.
Bo: [He glances over to Cornbread, who's killing a juke patron] Oh, you talking about that? Don't worry about Cornbread. He's just a little hungry, that's all. Let's go, come on.
[Grace just stares at him. There's blood on the back of his shirt.]
Bo: Come on and go. I got the car warmed up. [He looks back to Grace, obviously unamused] Or... you let me back in there, and I'll come in and we can grab our things and head home.
Annie: Don't listen to him.
Smoke: Grace, we're gonna find a way out of this, I promise.
Remmick: I am your way out. This world already left you for dead. Won't let you build, won't let you fellowship. We will do just that. Together. Forever.
Bo: It's better this way, baby. So why don't you go ahead and invite us in?
Remmick: You should listen to him, Grace, or listen to me. Because I know everything he knows now, and I want you to let us in there. Or we're gonna go to the grocery store, we're gonna pay little Lisa a visit.
Grace: No, no, no, don’t you fucking dare!
Remmick: Oh, yeah, Grace, I know everything now. [he starts speaking Toisan] Even how you like to be licked. I can promise I won't bite too hard.
Sammie Moore: You're the devil, ain't you?
Remmick: Sammie! You're the one I came for. I sensed you. I want to see my people again, I'm trapped here. But your gifts can bring them to me. Y'all give them to me now. Just- just give me little Sammie. We'll let y'all live.
[Sammie moves to the door, but Smoke and the others hold him back]
Smoke: Hey, hey, easy.
Delta Slim: I'm gonna tell you something, you goddamn peckerwood. You can't have him. He belongs to us. He belongs with us! And I ain't gonna let that happen.
Remmick: You can't save him, Smoke - no more than you could save your brother.
[Stack walks up to Club Juke, laughing and carrying Mary in his arms]
Remmick: You ain't safe here. No matter how many guns or how much money, they gonna take it from you when they want. You built something here tonight, and it was beautiful. But it was built on a lie. Hogwood? Well, he's the grand dragon of the Ku Klux Klan. [He points to Bert] That's his motherfucking nephew! They was always gonna kill you - I just happened to show up at the right place at the right time.
Stack: He telling the truth, Smoke. I can see his memories.
Delta Slim: Smoke, that ain't your brother.
Stack: This wasn't no juke joint, no club. This is a... slaughterhouse.
Bert: It's a goddamn killing floor.
Joan: But what Uncle Hogwood don't know is we gonna start ourselves a new Klan based on love.
Remmick: Now that we got numbers, we'll probably go to that old bigot and rectify him, too.
Annie: Why can't y'all just go?
Mary: Because we're not leaving without y'all. We family. Ain't that right? I know it sound crazy, but... after we kill y'all, we're gonna have heaven right here on Earth!
Delta Slim: Hey, let me tell you somethin'. Let me tell YOU goddamn somethin', nigga. The Stack I know, he ain't fellowshipping with no goddamn devil.
Stack: Fuck you, nigger. It is me. Elias Moore. And I'm talking to my big brother right now, so I'mma kindly ask you to shut the fuck up.
Stack: [turns to Smoke] We was never gonna be free. We've been running around everywhere looking for freedom. You know damn well we was never gonna find it. Until this. This is the way. Together. Forever. And I ain't doing this shit without ya. There is no me without you. What's it gon' be?
Smoke: [holding wooden stake towards Stack] Sorry I couldn't keep you safe.
Stack: Don't be sorry, you always did.
Remmick: I want your stories. And I want your songs. And you gon' have mine. [prepares to bite Sammie]
Sammie Moore: [desperately reciting] Our Father... which art in Heaven... hallowed be thy name...
Remmick: [in distinct Irish accent] Thy kingdom come... thy will be done... on Earth, as it is in Heaven.
[The large group of vampires outside of the joint begins reciting the Our Father simultaneously with Remmick]
Remmick: Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not in temptation. Deliver us from evil. Amen.
[The group stops reciting, and Remmick returns to speaking in a Southern accent]
Remmick: Long ago, the men who stole my father's land forced these words upon us. I hated those men, but the words still bring me comfort.
[Remmick dunks Sammie's head briefly under the water]
Remmick: Those men lied to themselves, then lied to us. [dunks Sammie's head again] They told stories of a God above and a Devil below, and lies of a dominion of man over beast and Earth! [dunks Sammie's head again] We are Earth and beast and God. We are woman and man. We are connected, you and I... to everything.
Old Sammie: You know something? Maybe once a week, I wake up paralyzed, reliving that night. But before the sun went down, I think that was the best day of my life. Was it like that for you?
Stack: [He smiles] No doubt about it. Last time I seen my brother.
[In a flashback, Smoke and Stack hug each other]
Stack: Last time I seen the sun. And just for a few hours... we was free.
Cornbread: Slim! Smoke!
Delta Slim: Where the hell you been at, man? Huh?
Cornbread: To go see a man about a dog, like I told you, you old drunk. Turns out I need to take a shit, too. [Noticing that Smoke is covered in blood] God Dog! What happened to you, Smoke?
Smoke: Stack dead. Nigga, what the fuck happened to you?
Cornbread: I'm sorry. All right, well, let me in, so I can help.
Annie: Hold on.
Cornbread: What y'all doin'? Just step aside and let me on in, now.
Annie: Why do you need him to do that? You big and strong enough to push past us.
Cornbread: Well, that wouldn't be too polite now, would it, Miss Annie. I don't know why I'm talking to you anyway. Probably your fish sandwich messed up my guts in the first place. Usin' old, stale grease.
Annie: [Defensively] I ain't never used stale grease, and you know it.
Cornbread: Shut up, Annie. Smoke...
Annie: Don't talk to him. You talkin' to me right now. Why can't you just walk your big ass up in here without an invite, huh? Go 'head. Admit to it.
Cornbread: Admit to what?
Annie: That you dead. That one of them white folks out there kill you, and you a haint now.
Cornbread: [Laughs] Smoke, you listenin' to this? Woman, this man showed me kindness. Employed me. Grabbed me out of the field. Now, he say his brother been killed. The man needs comfort, not you fillin' up his mind with that old Louisiana bayou bullshit you on. Now, we out here playing games, telling ghost stories in place of doin' what we ought to do.
Delta Slim: And what is it we s'pose to be doin'?
Cornbread: [Spreading out his arms] Being kind to one another. And bein' polite. Now, we is one people's. And we shouldn't go in, bargin' into other folks' places uninvited. So...
Smoke: You been in and outta here all day. Ain't never need an invite then. Yeah, somethin' ain't addin' up.
Cornbread: Shit, Stack was my ride up here. I 'posed to walk back?
Smoke: That ain't my problem.
Cornbread: Well, it be, your own peoples. And I thought you was better than this, but you just like the white man. Can I at least get my money?
Delta Slim: Oh you did such a bang-up job, now you wanna to get paid for what you ain't did.
Cornbread: Ain't nobody talkin' to you, you old drunk. Shut your mouth.
Delta Slim: No, you shut the fuck up. Don't give him shit, Smoke. Don't give him nothin'. [Smoke is taking money out of his pocket]
Annie: Careful.
Smoke: Terry? Boy, how you been?
Terry: I was doing better 'fore you shot me in the ass.

Taglines

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  • Dance with the devil.
  • We are all sinners.
  • It's gonna be a real ring-a-ding-ding!

Cast

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  • Helena Hu – Lisa Chow
  • Lola Kirke – Joan
  • Peter Dreimanis – Bert
  • Saul Williams – Jedediah
  • Andrene Ward-Hammond – Ruthie
  • David Maldonado – Hogwood
  • Nathaniel Arcand – Chayton
  • Tenaj L. Jackson – Beatrice
  • Nicoye Banks – Jacob

External links

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