A Star Is Born Page #4

why he shouldn't use it.

Aren't you going to cross my "T"?

How clumsy of me.

Why do they call you?

They love my music.

They think I got all the answers.

You mean, you don't?

I don't even understand the questions.

- Who cleans up around here?

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

- My manager takes care of it.

I'm always on a plane somewhere.

Too many takeoffs, too many landings...

too many places I didn't want to go.

I've been on too many planes.

I've only been on two.

Wait a minute, is a helicopter a plane?

I got to teach you everything.

Been on two planes

and you think you got the answer to...

for anyone who calls you up.

How many names have you painted

around this house?

One.

Jesus, that's pretty. What is it?

Just a little piece I wrote.

I keep hoping

it'll be a sonata when it grows up.

Make a hell of a song.

I can't imagine that.

It goes so high, nobody could ever sing it.

Play it again. Just like you done it before.

- Real sweet.

- Okay.

With them little allegros or whatever.

Arpeggios. Okay.

I'm sorry. That was so good!

- Don't quit.

- I got so lost in what you were doing...

- I forgot my own song. Can we continue?

- Yeah.

- Pick it up, right where you were.

- Okay. Right where I was going.

Okay, ready?

No.

We got to get past that word

or you'll never forgive me.

Come on, it gets prettier.

I really did forget my song.

Wait. Ready, get set, go.

- It's a pretty song. Family hour.

- Ready? Here we go.

God, that's wonderful.

It's your song.

Is that inside your head?

- You're so pretty.

- Oh, kiss my ass.

- Let's do it again.

- I'm tired.

Come on.

You want to make me into a machine?

- I want to make you a perfectionist.

- I already am a perfectionist.

Running in and picking up the bathmat

after every shower I take doesn't count.

- You noticed that?

- Do it.

Wait. Again.

Wait a minute. Again.

Now that's closer.

You got a little righteous anger into it.

You reckon you can handle two lines?

I reckon I can try.

Well, then, play it for me.

I also wash out your hairbrush.

Just what am I supposed to tell Brian?

You're standing here,

your album is three months overdue.

They got a beef and it's legitimate.

Listen, they said your tour was sh*t...

you're handing in old stuff you rejected...

Turn that down a minute.

Yet you rejected from old albums.

Where's your new stuff?

And now you're recording a chick.

She's great.

I know she's great, I love her, man.

But if you're going to record her,

record her right.

Get her with somebody

who can complement her.

I don't think it's Speedway.

I wanted something to show somebody,

and I got who I know.

Sh*t, Bobby, these guys are as good

as you can get.

Slick, don't pull that sh*t with me.

I know who they are,

I know how good they are...

and what they got that is special.

John Norman?

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.

- Certainly.

- How are you doing, baby?

- Look...

you know I'm grateful and all that, right?

- And they're fantastic musicians, but...

- What's wrong?

It's just not like what's in my head.

- How do you hear it?

- They have these guitar things going...

I love it. I love this part, don't you?

And the piano also is going like this...

You know? Like chords like that.

Instead of...

What I hear is a kind of rolling thing.

- Classical? Like classical?

- Yeah.

It's your move. This one's on you, slick.

I feel embarrassed,

I don't know how to tell them.

Well, you're exactly right.

- And I'll tell them.

- Oh, great.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, John.

I'm not bad for him.

- Well, he ain't working.

- Man, that was great.

He can pass a day without being drunk

and can sleep without downers.

- So we're gonna try it again tomorrow.

- He ain't working, Esther. Rock and roll.

It's your dime.

- So tomorrow we record it as she wants it.

- God damn it, women.

Okay.

We're really happy to have with us

for the American Indian Relief Fund...

the star of our show,

the John Norman Howard Speedway!

Are you a figment of my imagination,

or am I one of yours?

Get ready for anything now.

Wait, hear me out. At ease.

Now wait a minute, you just think

you want to hear that same old sh*t.

This being a benefit, hold it,

for a good cause...

and just by being here

you all deserve more than you're getting...

so, we're fixed to do you all a favor.

Hold it.

Me and the boys

stumbled onto something real...

a little while back.

It's so good. That's right.

That crazy son of a b*tch.

This may have something to do with you.

Me? What are you talking about?

Well, keep it up, man.

You got the corner

on the ignorance market!

What's going on?

- What are you doing, you bastard?

- Trust me.

- Why should I trust you?

- Let's go.

- Why not?

- Oh, shut up.

I am not prepared. What are you doing?

You just recorded 10 songs

with these guys.

Motherf***er.

- Charm them.

- What am I going to sing?

All right, that's real good.

We've seen your act, now shut the f*** up.

Give the lady a chance, all right?

A friend of mine...

Esther Hoffman.

- Why don't you do Woman in the Moon?

- Okay.

I love you.

Great. You got some more to do.

No. Really.

Promise you won't go away?

You stay right here.

- Hold on, you don't wanna leave.

- Where is John?

I remember you,

I'm sure you don't remember me.

- I remember you. How's your pumpkin?

- That's good!

- I want you to meet some people.

- There she is!

Esther!

Hello, I'm Freddie Lowenstein.

- The JS's agent.

- You were awesome.

Thank you.

- I want you to meet Brian Wexler.

- That was extraordinary.

- John Norman's manager.

- How do you do?

Very nice to meet you.

Did you see John Norman?

Where is John Norman?

I'll get John Norman for you.

- I'll get him.

- Please get him for me.

No, this ain't gonna happen now.

I'll get back to you.

We'll send a bio in the morning,

you hear me?

- Would you get him and bring back to me?

- Yes.

You handle this here.

Anything else you need?

Hey, just a second.

Turn off this light!

Esther, I want you to meet

Ricky Vingo, K3SC, Seattle.

Let's take it easy, all right?

- What name are you performing under?

- Wait a minute.

What?

- Ever think of changing the name?

- Why would I do that?

I'd need a new driver's license,

stationery, Social Security number.

It really would be a bother.

Excuse me. Please. Excuse me.

- Esther, we love you.

- You are beautiful.

Out of the way!

Esther, you're dynamite,

but get rid of the creep.

What just happened?

You did it! It's all yours, baby!

Everything you want.

Your own personal piece

of the American dream.

It's not everything I want.

You know what I want?

You know what it means, don't you?

You're gonna be on the road.

That's every clich

you ever heard about it.

You got your junk food

and your jailhouse tan.

Lots of crazy strangers.

It's a full-tilt boogie, from motel to motel.

I want to marry you.

You got your basic meeting

with your basic mayor...

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