Be Cool Page #9

Pull me up, man!

You can't hang me like this!

Stop this sh*t, man!

It's a long way, man!

Come on, man.

Pull me up, man!

Come on.

There's cameras all over this b*tch, man.

You're gonna be

all over the surveillance, man.

I'm asking you, please!

Help! Help!

Stop playin', man!

Stop bullshittin', man!

Man, there's a law office

down there, man!

I'ma wake the lawyers up.

Lawyers, what's up?

Lawyers, can you see me?

It's Raji from Carosell.

C-A-R-O...

I'm gonna drop yo' ass.

You can't hit me, man.

You can't hang me over a thing

and hit me!

Pull my ass up!

Sin, my bro.

Would you cut the "my brother" sh*t?

You're insulting my mother.

I'm not in business with Chili Palmer.

I'm the one trying to get him out.

The piece of sh*t stole my act.

You son of a b*tch.

You set me up.

Who the hell are you?

I give you ticket,

and you tell me Chili Palmer come

to my store and I kill him.

But nyet.

No Chili come.

Yo, Tolstoy.

Take a number.

The cops come with ticket.

Cops? What cops?

Excuse me, Vladimir?

I don't know how they do it in the Ukraine,

but I believe I was here first.

Be cool, n*gger.

N*gger?

Look, you don't understand.

This is how Chili Palmer operates.

It's like a game between us.

He knows I tried to set him up,

so he did it right back to me.

Then game is over.

No more set-ups.

- No more...

- You know that video's got you!

N*gger cops.

Have you lost your mind?

I mean, how is it that you can

disrespect a man's ethnicity

when you know we've influenced

nearly every facet of white America,

from our music to our style of dress,

not to mention your basic imitation

of our sense of cool...

walk, talk, dress, mannerisms.

We enrich your very existence,

all the while contributing

to the gross national product

through our achievements

in corporate America.

It's these conceits that comfort me

when I'm faced with the ignorant,

cowardly, bitter and bigoted

who have no talent, no guts,

people like you who desecrate

things they don't understand

when the truth is

you should say, "Thank you, man,"

and go on about your way.

But apparently,

you're incapable of doing that.

So...

,

And don't tell me to be cool.

I am cool!

Racial epithets.

Why does it always come down to that?

Makes me sad for my daughter.

You need money?

I got you!

I got you.

Focus.

Sin, I'm the one who promoted you.

I'm the reason

you're even owed 300 grand.

I'm telling you, you want Chili Palmer.

Pull my ass up!

Bring his ass back inside.

All right, I want y'all to give it up

and lay it down

for a good friend of mine... Linda Moon!

There was a time

when I was so broken-hearted

Love wasn't much of a friend of mine

The tables are turned, yeah

'Cause me and them ways have parted

But that kind of love

was the killing kind

Yeah

All I want is someone

I can't resist, yeah

I know all I need to know

by the way that you kiss

I was cryin' when I met you

Now I'm tryin' to forget you

Your love was sweet misery

I was tryin' just to get you

Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let you

Do what you do down on me

Baby

'Cause what you got inside

It ain't where your love

should stay, yeah

Our love, sweet love, ain't love

till you give your heart away

Yeah

I was cryin' when I met you

Now I'm tryin' to forget you

Your love was sweet misery

Baby

I was tryin' just to get you

Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let you

Do what you do down on

Baby, baby, baby

Baby, baby

She's a diva.

Told you.

She's gonna be huge.

Ain't that right, Joe Perry?

Baby, yeah

I was cryin' just to get you

Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let you

Do what you do,

what you do down on

Baby, baby, baby, baby

Baby, baby

Yeah

Linda Moon!

- Linda Moon!

- That's right.

Give it up, L.A.!

I said Linda Moon!

You expect me to follow that?

That was incredible.

I feel like I can't even breathe right now.

Well, 20,000 people will do that to you.

Oh, my God.

Listen, you were great.

Good luck.

And you know, the crowd's

only gonna get bigger for you.

- Thank you.

- See ya.

Linda Moon!

Careful what you wish for.

What about our girl, huh?

- She was amazing!

- Amazing.

- To Linda Moon.

- To Linda Moon.

To you.

You know, you said something

when Elliot was here,

that you wanted to do something.

What was that?

I think it might've been

something like this.

Are you just using me

to get into the music business?

Edie, I like you.

Good.

Wake up.

- What is it?

- Listen!

What's wrong?

I didn't leave the stereo on.

It sounds like

Knockin' On Heaven's Door.

All right, I'll check it out,

I'll check it out.

Evening, gentlemen.

Interesting choice of music.

That cold black cloud's comin' down.

Gotta love Dylan, man.

Biograph. It's a great album.

You know, we wouldn't have

this song without it.

But we would've.

Because, you see, Dylan wrote that

originally for that Peckinpah movie

with James Coburn.

You're in no position to correct me.

It was to a soundtrack.

Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid.

Yup. Same song they played

when Slim Pickens died in his wife's arms.

Right?

This man knows his westerns.

Good movie.

Gentlemen, thank you very much

for that VH1 moment in music history.

Time's up.

I want my money.

All right, well, tomorrow

you come by the office

and we'll deal with it.

How bad you want this?

Know what that is?

It's Linda Moon's contract.

- Nick Carr give you that?

- Much to his dismay.

,

I just doubled it.

And you got one minute

to come up with my money.

And at the end of that time,

I wanna smell money or smell blood.

It's your choice.

Sin, I want you to hear something.

I don't wanna hear sh*t.

You call that a minute?

You don't even have to say nothin'.

I already know. I know.

I can't help it, man!

Don't give me no gun, then.

You know what I'm gonna do.

Look, Sin, you're a music producer.

You gotta hear this.

Look, shoot me later,

but hear this now.

Like you've been left alone.

But you know deep down you're wrong

wonder. Have you ever. Ever felt

a little unsure

But then again secure?

Tell me. Have you ever felt

just like letting go?

What the hell is going on here?

Ain't no reason...

I'm playing Sin the CD.

Yeah. I noticed.

Sorry to wake you, Edie.

But your girl here's got a good voice.

I mean, the first song was nice,

but this one...

powerful lyrics...

just resonates with me.

You know what Sin said,

he said it's all there,

he just needs to put his touch on it.

That's it.

That's exactly what I said.

So, how is Sin proposing to do this?

Let me produce her.

I'll fatten up her sound,

give her some edge.

Maybe even add in a little... a little...

...a little blues guitar.

Yeah, huh?

Man's got a point, Edie.

Nothin' against Hy Gordon,

but the man is white.

That's true, Sin.

But what's that gonna cost me?

Well, just a producer's credit.

And a little something

on the back end.

Which could end up being millions.

Only if I make it a hit.

Tea?

What's with the finger?

What's that?

That's not gangsta.

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