Cadillac Records Page #3

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Come on, girl.

Hey, Len, I wrote a song for Muddy, too.

Oh, yeah? Muddy don't need no help.

Oh, man. I admit he's good and everything,

but, I mean,

all his songs sound the damn same.

Muddy Waters needs something

that shows him off.

Well, we'll see what you got.

Here's your riff right there.

Ain't nothing to that.

Gypsy woman told my mother

Before I was born

You got you a boy child coming...

Now Muddy was Muddy

way before I came along.

I just took his persona

and put it in words

that everybody could understand.

I mean, it was simple.

He was the cat every man wanted to be

and every woman wanted to love.

And Muddy,

well, he just kept growing into that man.

Everybody knows I'm him

Well, you know I'm the hoochie coochie man

Everybody knows I'm him

I got a black cat bone

I got a mojo, too

I got the Johnny conkeroo

I'm gonna mess with you

I'm gonna make you girls

Lead me by my hand

Then the world will know...

People started realizing

that if you can play the guitar

and sing your ass off,

you could be badder than Superman.

And that was a strong feeling

for a black man in the '50s.

How you doing, darling?

On the seventh hour

On the seventh day

On the seventh month

Seven doctors say

He was born for good luck

That you'll see

I got seven hundred dollar

Don't you mess with me

I'm about to lay this down right

now, boss. I'm ready.

You're messing up my groove, boss.

Who dead?

Your mother.

Your family called a deejay

down in New Orleans.

They've been trying to find you.

Maybe you need to take a little time off.

What am I supposed to do with that, boss?

Go home and bury your mother.

Walter.

Y'all ready?

Sh*t.

I was in my groove, man.

Now I can't even find my sh*t.

Go home. Nobody's expecting you

to go back in there.

I'm expecting it.

You know how many harp players out there

are waiting to chop my head?

Not time to be wasting on this woman.

That ain't "that woman. "

That's your mama, boy.

What the hell I know about mamas?

She let my daddy give me away

the day I was born.

Well, she did the best she could, I reckon.

That's why this here be my mama.

This here, right here.

You know, Walter.

You and me not gonna wake up

every morning and get everything we want.

Mostly we got to take what come.

And half the time,

that's gonna be a bunch of bullshit.

Yeah. I just got to get my mind back right.

Go on and have you a taste.

I don't need that. That sh*t'll f*** me up.

- Go on, boy.

- It's gonna f*** me up, man.

Cool you out.

Just a taste, huh?

F*** it.

My baby don't stand no cheating, my babe

Oh, yeah, she don't stand no cheating

My babe

Oh, yeah, she don't stand no cheating

She don't stand none

of that midnight creeping

I can't record this

if he handles the mike like that.

Don't worry about it.

We're playing Little Walter's My Babe.

Number one on the charts this week.

Little Walter was making a name for himself.

Every club on the chitlin circuit

wanted that sharp,

swinging jump boy in the Cadillac.

Now, ain't that sure enough

a goddamn shame?

- What is that?

- A big-time recording artist like Little Walter

driving around in that broken-down,

no-account short.

- Let me out.

- Hold on, son.

What is he doing now?

"Little Walter and the motherfucking Jukes,"

huh? Ain't this some sh*t?

Say, now, which one of you motherfuckers

is Little Walter?

I am, fool.

Okay.

Bring your ass over here!

Motherf***er taking

money out of my pocket.

So what? He's stealing your gigs.

He's stealing my name.

Sh*t.

My baby don't stand no cheating, my babe

Oh, no, she don't stand no cheating

My babe

Oh, no, she don't stand no cheating

Everything she do she do so pleasing

My baby...

It was 1955 and we was hooked.

On the music, on the cars,

on the women, on the life, baby.

Oh, Lord, we had hot hands!

...she don't stand no fooling, my babe

Oh, yeah, she don't stand no fooling

When she's hot, there ain't no cooling

My babe, true little baby, my babe

- True little baby

- She's my baby

- True little baby

- She's my baby

- True little baby

- She's my baby

- True little baby

- She's my baby

- True little baby

- Come on

- True little baby

- All right

True little baby

True little baby

True little baby

True little baby

Hey, Mud. I want you to meet Wolf.

Yeah, I hear we're from the same place.

Is that right?

Yeah, Wolf just signed with us.

Yeah. Welcome to Cadillac Records.

You stay around long enough,

everybody get one.

Well, this old truck,

I own it.

It don't own me.

Listen, I want to offer you a $100 advance.

I don't borrow against the store.

You just pay me what you owe me.

That's fair enough.

Nice meeting y'all.

Take care of yourself, baby.

"It don't own me. "

Motherf***er thinks

he goddamn John Wayne.

He can sing, though.

He gonna have to,

because he ain't getting the women on style.

Any royalties come in

from Hoochie Coochie Man?

I already gave that to you.

How you figure?

The Cadillac ain't free, Mud.

Right.

You need money?

Well, Geneva want a house.

I'll take care of it.

All right.

All you pretty women

Stand in line

I can make love to you, baby

In an hour's time

Ain't that amazing?

Where that baby come from?

A woman came by today.

She said she's yours.

She said she couldn't take care

of her anymore.

That's my baby?

She's gonna need milk.

I'll go on and get the milk.

I'm a man

I spell M...

This here be a real nice home

you're making, Geneva.

Thank you, Walter.

That's why Muddy can go out there

and fetch the world.

He's got big dreams.

Here, let me help you.

- There, go ahead...

- What about you, though? Come on.

You ain't got no dreams, girl?

Somebody's got to have their feet

firmly planted on the ground.

That's you, huh? That's you?

Well, I say you take them off the ground.

Taking care of all these kids.

You know, you gone

and made a place for me to lay my head.

Now, come here, now. Stop for a minute.

Stop for a minute, now. Come here.

Play with me. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Have a seat. Come on.

Kick your feet up now. Here go your drink.

It's nice, right?

Who be taking care of you?

I see you running around here

taking care of everybody. You know?

Who take care of Geneva?

- Walter.

- What? What?

- I'm Muddy's woman.

- He got a lot of women.

He can spare one, huh?

I'm sorry. I know.

I know I'm a motherf***er. I know.

You got no idea. I can't help myself.

I want to...

I just want to see you happy, Geneva.

You know?

Let me make you happy, baby.

I love him.

You have no idea

how good that man has been to me.

I'm half a woman, Walter.

I can't have any more babies.

I can't give Muddy any children of his own.

- Don't cry, baby. Don't cry.

- No.

Don't ever talk to me

about any of his other women.

Ever.

Okay.

Hey, Geneva.

Hey, baby.

You must be hungry.

Let me make you something to eat.

Yeah.

What, you ain't hungry?

He ain't hungry.

You ain't hungry?

You ain't eat nothing.

What, you ain't hungry?

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