(button presses)
(wheels spin)
(door opens)
(door creaks)
- Hello, sweetie.
My wife is a big fan.
- She understands what you need.
Billie and me discussed things.
She hasn't been well, but she's sorry for the trouble
she's caused and she's ready to help.
- For the record,
I'm going to need you to state your name.
- My name is Billie Holiday.
- Go on, lady. Go ahead and speak your piece.
- You're a victim of drugs. We know that.
- I blame nobody but myself.
- Go ahead and tell him what you need to tell him, baby.
- Ms. Holiday, you want to clear your name, right?
(Billie sniffs)
- Get us off your case and you'll never see us again.
(Billie exhales)
- You think I'm gonna stop singing that song?
Your grandkids'll be singing "Strange Fruit."
Y'all motherfuckers think y'all got somethin' on me?
You don't.
(Billie inhales and exhales)
You stupid bitches don't got shit on me.
(Billie sniffs)
Suck my black ass.
(chair creaks)
(Billie chuckles)
(Billie laughs)
(Billie laughs loudly)
(Billie coughs)
(Billie coughs and laughs)
(Billie inhales and exhales)
♪ All of me ♪
♪ Why not take all of me ♪