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Follow James on Twitter. Image source, Getty Images. Timothy Ray Brown, also known as the Berlin patient, pictured in He holds a cold press to his nose. James, bruised and torn but apparently victorious is led by a warden into the infirmary to cheers from his friends. He's seated next to Bobby and cuffed to the chair. They sit there. James shrugs. What's that song you done? You ain't heard that before? Everybody be doin' it. That's a cool song bro'.

You sung it great. That sounded real sweet. James smiles. Then: You like music? Bobby moves his chair an inch or two away. A nurse leads Bobby inside the exam room. Shakes his head That's time man. James turns to the doorway and continues talking to Bobby as the nurse tends to his nose.

But see I don't know no folks here. And my momma You think I sung it good? James looks at Bobby. He moves his seat a bit closer to the door. Hittin' it late. Buh, dum, Bop. That's what a song need. James rises up, pulling the chair with him. Don't move. You gotta fill it with something. You know what I'm sayin'? It's sweet, hard, deep, raw all at the same time. James holds the chair and begins to dance. The nurse shuts the door.

Bobby and James stay on each other through glass. James' talent hits Bobby like a ten pound hammer between the eyes. A warden forces James to his chair. We hear one unforgettable line of the song before we DAY Bobby, panting, petitions his impassively busy mother.

BOBBY -you should hear'm holler momma! He sings every day in chapel. He's a very, very religious boy Momma. He could sing in St. BYRD Bobby. We got us enough mouths to feed an' enough butts to clothe. Yelling out the door Daryl!

Get down here! Since Old Henry passed you been shy a baritone This is it. It's like a miracle. This is what Jesus wants! He knows he's over-done it. He tell you that himself? He got no-one. The answer is NO. Now, go on outta here and get cleaned up. Crestfallen, he plays his final card. About Mercy. What's that saying momma? That thing you always say? She glares at her son. He's clearly uncomfortable. James' eyes dart around the well-appointed dining room with its beautiful wallpaper and curtains hanging from a window.

James traces the lines of the curtain noticing its lace and perfect pleats. Sighs "Its a sin to stand in Mercy's way". Grandpa stares hard and James for a moment. Bobby gets a look from his mom.

He got a right to ask. I am a jailbird. I've done wrong and I gotta own up to that. James turns to Bobby's grandfather. You want to know me? I tell ya. My daddy is in the army. My momma left when I was five. I'm skinny but I'm strong. I can read a little bit and I like to sing.

That's who's sittin' here. James becomes emotional and sincere. I ain't never sat at a table with such a fine group of people in my life.

Sarah looks admiringly at James. Fried chicken. Green beans. Corn bread. Those nice curtains. Grandpa Byrd turns to the curtains. I'm happy I stole that suit.

And I thank you for having me here. Well maybe we could work up a little harmony together. Sarah turns to James and gives a tiny wink. James stops chewing.

James sleeps in a cot that has been brought into Bobby's room. Grandpa Byrd enters the room holding a suit. He approaches the sleeping James. Startled, James and Bobby rise up from their pillows. Grandpa Byrd throws the suit on top of James and exits.

James smiles at his new suit. Make yourselves at home. Calls James! Bobby vaults upstairs. Come meet the band. Opens a door. They are having vigorous sex. James' pants are around his ankles. Sarah's church dress is pushed up her body.

Sarah has her hand over James' mouth trying to keep him quiet. Bobby throws it into reverse, shutting the door. Did he just see that? A full gamut of emotions cross his face. Byrd starts up the stairs.

BYRD Sarah! I ain't tellin' you again. Get down here. Bobby panics. He crosses and meets his mother at the top of the stairs.

She's coming. We got guests, Momma. Mrs Byrd nods and heads down the stairs. BYRD Nafloyd?! Where you boys at? Sarah innocent, James really giving it up.

James steps out front. His voice soars sweetly over the congregation. Bobby's gaze softens. Byrd leans forward and catches Bobby's eye. Gives a small nod of approval. Bobby's smile is It's been a year after his momma left. Suddenly, Joe approaches and throws a burlap sack at James. We leaving. James wakes and sits up in bed. Joe is clean shaven and wears his nicest shirt and neck tie.

James waits a beat to make sure his father is gone. James gets out of bed and crawls deep underneath. He backs out holding the dead man's pair of shoes and places them in the burlap sack. Joe pulls his donkey along with them. James nods. The donkey has been tied to Aunt Honey's fence. She holds a small dog in her arms. Aunt Honey clearly runs the house. She rises from her chair.

Clearly she takes no shit. S'much appreciated Honey. Sure is mighty kind.. And Jumpin' in the Army ain't gone make this boy go away. Joe looks away from Honey. Aunt Honey and James watch Joe cross the street and disappear. What's your name, sugar? A huge 15 year old boy comes out of the building and begins walking down the stairs.

This is the younger version of Big Junior who we met outside the jail. Big Junior leads James away from Aunt Honey's. Big Junior turns to James. So when they come, you be ready, alright? Big Junior and James stand on the platform playing and dancing in bare feet.

The soldiers ignore James. He dances faster, sharper. The soldiers stop and take notice of his ever sharping skill. The Brothel is in full swing. Ten soldiers scramble over only five prostitutes. James hands over money to Aunt Honey.

She bundles him up and kisses him. He holds onto her tightly. She sets him down. You the sweetest little boy in the world. Hear me? James nods as two soldiers begin fighting over one of the prostitutes. Each pulling her in a different direction. Honey rises. Find you a scrap to eat. Aunt Honey pulls out a knife that has been nuzzled inside her bra. James watches as she fixes the situation. Bobby Byrd looks at his hair in the mirror. This don't look too gospel.

Your hair is rising up to the Lord right? Like a flame. Nayfloyd looks deep into the mirror in front of him. We're the Gospel Starlighters. We a gospel group. We still Gospel. The place is packed. On stage the 22 year old Little Richard is all over the piano, singing the hell out of Tutti Frutti. James is transfixed. Soaking it up. The crowd explode. Bobby scans the crowd. I'm ready. You know'm saying? When it gone be us up there? James hasn't moved. He's still staring at the stage. James turns to Bobby.

And a stage. And right now. Looks at it Ain't no one on it. We can't go up there. Like you said, Nafloyd, "We just playin' around with "Caldonia". So let's go play around. Bobby nods, and James strides towards the stage and gets up. James gestures to them to pick up instruments.

Hope you're enjoying the show. Nafloyd speaks into his mic. Nafloyd looks at Bobby. James hollers. James loosens with every bar. Unhooks the mic. Throws a move. As he hits the hook again the audience is drawn to his energy like a magnet.

Power to the stage is cut off. The performance is over but the crowd go batshit. A new, knowing look. James returns his glare with an even straighter one. He walks past. What's your name? James looks back levelly. They look at each other. Neither blinks. James sits alone at a table off to the side of the order window. Little Richard dressed as a chef comes out of the kitchen and drops two burgers in front of them.

James and Richard, cigarette in a long holder, holds forth. Need oxygen. They should lock me away. I cut loose it's like a spaceship land. Did I say I got a record out? They drop it five times a day on WIBB. Five times a day.

He looks at James And I'm flippin' burgers. You know why? This country is miles top to toe and coast to coast. You catch the wind, get a hit, a real hit, every inch of that is yours. Richard smiles. Stops the waitress. All charm. He takes a napkin. Starts writing on it. All business. Ask for Big Sauk. Say Richard sent you. You make an acetate. Ten copies. You send them to these people. He writes them down. James watches. Baby, this is the last time you're gone see my beautiful ass 'cep on TV.

Six months the whole world gone know me. I gone be bigger than Cleopatra. It's written in the stars James. Yes Sir. I'm gone have the world on a string. Then And that's when the trouble start. He fixes James. The air turns cold. And he ain't gonna be red with no fiery tail. Report an error. Editorial code of conduct. Skip to main content.

On the first of May a young man came to me, he said there would be murder done in Seven Star alley, at the lower house on the left hand side; he shewed me the room. I found Spencer's arms bloody from her finger up to her elbow; I found the man in the room bleeding at different parts of his head; he said he was struck with a fender by Spencer, and a little woman had struck him with a poker; Smith was not there, she came in a few minutes; I said to Spencer why did you rob this man and want to murder him; she said I am very sorry and made use of very bad expressions that I had not murdered him; she said she would not be searched there but she would in the other room; the rooms were all over blood; I found this protection box.

Ann Spencer had the protection box; in the protection box was two one pound notes, a half guinea, three seven shilling pieces, and a red pocket handkerchief that the man, had; I found the certificate of the discharge of the man it laid on the floor, and likewise some gentleman's address where he took some prize money. I found on Spencer a few halfpence which the magistrate ordered me to give her; she said it was his money, but he gave it to her.

You did not find the other two one pound notes - A. I did not; Smith had been to a Jew's in the alley there; he keeps a bad house. Spencer's Defence. I met the man between eleven and twelve o'clock on Saturday night, he had another young lass with him; he asked me to have something to drink, I said no, let him go with his own woman; he said he would not go with her; he gave me a seven shilling piece to get something to drink, he had only seven shillings in silver in the morning, he See original asked me to give him something to drink; I said no I would not; he said I should get up; he struck me with the fire shovel.

I too up the fender to bar the blow off; the other young woman was not in the room at all; when she saw him beating me she came and wiped my hands with her apron; the tin-box is not his; I have had it ever since the beginning of last summer. Smith's Defence. I know nothing of the affair, nor about the money; there was a terrible piece of work, I ran up stairs and wiped her nose.