Bessie Page #6
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- Year:
- 2015
- 132 min
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- Man:
Come on, n*ggers!Man #2:
Come on, come on.
Let's get a move on.
Man #3:
You ain't singingso pretty now, are you, n*gger?
Man #2:
Are you scared inside?
I bet you are!
Man:
Don't go out there, Bessie!
They're gonna kill you.
Woman:
Bessie, no!
Get on out of here!
What the hell
are you doing?
- Get back.
- Hey!
You better pick up
your sheets and run!
- ( gunshot )
Get out of here.
I'm gonna get you!
Bessie:
Get out of here!
We'll be back!
( cackles )
We'll be back!
Down in Atlanta, GA
Under the viaduct
every day
Drinking liquor
and hollerin' hooray
Pianos playing
till the break of day
But as I turned my head
I loudly said
Preach them blues
Sing them blues
They certainly sound
good to me
I've been in love
for the last six months
Ain't done worrying yet
Moan them blues,
holler them blues
Let me convert your soul
'Cause just
a little spirit
Of the blues tonight
Let me tell you, girls
That your man ain't
treating you right
Going on down the line
There's many
a poor woman down
Read on down
to chapter nine
Woman must learn
how to take their time
Read on down
to chapter ten
Taking other women's men,
you are doing a sin
Sing 'em, sing 'em,
sing them blues
Let me convert
your soul...
Here we go! Here we go!
Girl:
Hey, Bessie!We're praying for you!
( cheers and shouts
continue )
( shouting )
Man:
Thank you, Bessie!Thank you!
Clarence:
Never thought
it'd be like this.
You woke us up.
( mumbling )
( whispering )
Hit it again.
Man:
New York is celebratedfor its transitory fads.
During the current season,
the Negro is in ascendency.
Miss Smith, so wonderful
you could join us.
You're one of our
last guests to arrive.
Edgar!
Mr. Van Vechten,
4th floor.
Soon, doubtless, the homely
Negro songs of lovesickness
known as "the blues"
will be better known
and appreciated by
white audiences.
It's a little tight,
don't you think?
Bessie:
Ooh, yeah!
Man:
Bessie Smith is here!
Oh, you look fabulous!
I heard that you were wild.
Get the f*** off me.
Now, where's the good music,
the good food,
and the good liquor?
( chattering )
Langston Hughes
is the greatest
Negro poet of our time.
Oh. Who's the best
regular poet?
( laughing )
Van Vechten:
Langston, how about
a little poem?
Langston:
I'm not feeling
up to it.
Well, I'll sing
a note or two.
Ladies and gentlemen,
quiet, please.
Go, girl.
Miss Smith. Miss Smith,
I should warn you.
This crowd isn't...
Van Vechten:
I have a treat.
I have a special treat.
The incomparable Bessie Smith
is going to
sing us a song.
Everybody's cryin'
The workhouse blues,
all day
Oh, Lord
Oh, Lord
The work is so hard
Thirty days is so long
Oh, Lord
I can't plough
I can't cook
If I'd run away,
wouldn't that be good?
Well, I'm goin'
to the nation
Goin' to the territor'
The workhouse sits
way out a
Long old lonesome road
I'm a hard-luck gal
Get the devil
everywhere I go...
Mmm.
Where the drinks at
around here?
Let me get
a little something.
You are a treasure.
That was so beautiful
and so soulful,
and, frankly,
exactly the kind
of dusky pathos
that I'm looking to capture
for my new book
"N*gger Heaven"--
- Say what?
- "N*gger Heaven," it--
You know
the only difference
between white folks
in the North
and white folks
in the South?
White folks in the South
don't care how close you get
as long as you don't
get too big.
don't care how big you get
as long as you don't
get too close.
( chuckles )
- Man:
Are you all right?- Van Vechten:
If Bessie Smithis crude and primitive,
she reflects the true
folk spirit of her race.
Man:
Whoo-hoo!
Morning, Gee!
I got something for you.
Got somebody I want
you to meet.
This here is Gertrude.
She's a singer.
Writes songs, too.
You know Claudine
dropped out in Cincinnati.
Got pregnant.
So I hired Gertrude
here to replace her.
What the f*** you showing her
to me for?
I don't know.
Thought maybe you might
have something to say.
Sort of like "welcome."
What kind of f***ed-up name
is Gertrude?
- You a half-breed?
- Excuse us, please.
Go on and get yourself
something to eat, baby.
What the hell
is wrong with you?
I know you got your
side pieces,
but why you gotta
rub 'em in my face?
I'm just trying
to build a--
You want me to
sniff her for you, too?
I'm just trying to build
a show here, Bessie.
You got her
wearing my things.
I know you think
I'm big and ugly.
You think I'm blind
and dumb, too?
It ain't-- it ain't like you
ain't been tipping out, too.
I know it.
Tell me different.
Look.
Baby, I promise.
Cross my heart.
I don't love
nobody else but you.
And you don't love
nobody else but me,
so the rest really don't
matter now, do they?
You know I don't think
what you said.
You're my fine woman.
Look.
Let's start over, huh?
Let's me and you both
clean house.
Come on.
Let's try.
They said you had
your own train.
I didn't believe 'em.
But goddamn, sis.
You a high post
now, huh?
You ain't tell me
about all this.
- You get that money
I sent you?
- Oh, yeah.
I get them little wires
you've been sending.
They're nice,
feeding four kids and all.
Okay, look.
I know you and I bump heads
most of the time,
but I'm just here
to show my support.
Mmm, real nice.
This is from Europe and...
what have you.
I got you something.
Probably not fancy enough
for you now, but...
I thought you'd like it.
I'm proud of you.
I'm so proud of you.
You gonna stay around
for a while?
Think Clarence could
get me tickets?
He's in the box office.
Thank you.
Bessie:
Come on.Come on and see.
Come on in here.
Come on.
- Come on, y'all.
- Get inside.
Bessie:
Take a look around.
( chattering )
Man:
Lord have mercy.
Bessie:
Look around,breathe it in.
Lucy:
This issomething, Bessie.
Smell different, don't it?
Listen here, Bessie.
We ain't talk about
getting no house.
I ain't see your name
on my bank book.
I mean,
I did it for us, papa.
- I knew you'd like it.
- Man:
How the upstairs look?But if you did it for us,
why all of them got to
move in here for?
And especially
why is she here?
Baby, she's gonna be
all the way back
in the house.
You ain't hardly
gonna see her.
I don't know
why certain people's
got they lip turned up.
Must be smelling something.
Damn right,
I'm smelling something.
Must be a dead rat
in the wall.
Must be.
Baby, stop.
Why you ain't
ask me first?
- See if I was ready?
- Well, I'm ready.
I want a real family,
not no road family.
I want the whole thing,
you know?
A big house
and everybody in it.
Well, everybody ain't gonna
be in it if you don't start
showing me some respect!
I'm gonna put a big piano
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