Cadillac Records Page #4

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- Son?

- Muddy.

You ain't hungry? Son?

- Muddy, he's just a kid!

- You better know I know it.

I'll put a motherfucking lacing on you, boy.

Now, you better go on somewhere

and sleep it off. You hear me?

Oh, smokestack lightning

Shining...

Cut.

You on the guitar, what's your name?

Hubert, sir.

"Hubert"?

Walter, behave yourself.

- Motherf***er's name is Hubert.

- Shut up.

Who do you think you are,

playing that loud?

Yeah, lower the amp, not the guitar.

The amp.

Get it right, Hubert.

Don't talk to him no more.

I'm the band leader.

Reckon you ain't never

worked with one before.

You want something done, you ask me.

I'm gonna tell him what he has to be doing.

Is that right?

That's right.

Only thing you can do.

That's a mean motherf***er right there. Sh*t.

Get it right.

- All right, big man.

- Go and get your coat.

Okay, then.

Take two.

Hey, baby.

Why don't you stay for a while?

Better get your girl out of the ring.

Oh, smokestack lightning

No, that's all right. You can have her, baby.

But she come with this.

- He can't hear you, Mud.

- I guarantee you he hear me.

Hey, Jimmy, come here.

I want you to tell Hubert

we'll pay him twice what Wolf's paying him.

If he's such a band leader,

we'll see if he's band leader enough

to hold onto his boy.

He was the big, bad wolf.

Now, the story is he got his name

from a dead man

who came out the cemetery

and tuned his guitar.

And he been howling

at the moon ever since.

Oh, stop your train

Let a poor boy ride

Whoa, don't you hear me crying?

- You all right?

- Couldn't you get a smaller set?

- You all right?

- Hurry up, man.

- I don't want to miss this game, now.

- Oh, baby!

I love this house.

- You got it.

- Sorry, Jimmy.

Y'all can't come in here.

I'm Chuck Berry.

Chuck Berry's a country-and-western singer.

Is he?

You know who else he is? He's me.

Says he's Chuck Berry.

Let me see some ID.

All right, then.

ID.

This license says you're Indian.

That pinup make you look like a white man.

- What the hell are you?

- I'm a musician.

And my name is Chuck Berry.

And I can be whatever you need me to be

to play in your fine establishment

this evening.

You part con man, too?

No.

You may sing country.

You ain't doing it here.

- Get on, now.

- You gentlemen have a fine evening.

ID.

What happened to your doors?

It was hot, so I took them off.

It's all right. Come on, baby.

- Come on, girl.

- Thank you.

Let me see your license.

Okay. Okay.

Here, you take a look at this here.

I'm about to go wax this record, okay?

Get your ass back over here, n*gger.

Now, you looking at my license, huh?

You guys know that "n*gger" ain't

the name my mama gave me, now.

Oh, pardon. I'm sorry.

These motherfuckers can't read.

Okay. Let me help you out.

You got to sound that sh*t out.

Come on.

"Walter. "

Mud! The cops got Walter!

- Hey, take it easy!

- N*gger.

Come on. He works here.

- He works here. Take it easy.

- This here n*gger?

- You feel like a n*gger yet?

- Hey! Look.

- Look. Please.

- You see that?

Do you see that?

I belong to the Chess family.

- Motherf***er!

- Hey!

You're gonna need a new car, n*gger.

That's what I've been

telling this motherf***er.

Shut up, shut up. Would you stop?

Are you f***ing with cops now?

God damn it.

What's the matter with you?

- Are you all right, man?

- Damn it.

I had no business being that pretty anyway.

It looks like I need a new car, Len.

I gave you a new car.

You rip the f***ing doors off it?

It's not my problem!

I gave you a number-one record, Len.

I gave you a chance to make

a number-one f***ing record.

Oh, you gave the little n*gger

a chance, huh?

Little n*gger don't need no chance!

I can play, motherf***er!

I'm f***ing king on this sh*t!

You think I'm gonna shoot you?

- Get some rest.

- No, I need a new car.

Enough! What you need to do

is get back to the Pepsi-Cola, boy.

Let me tell you, that liquor ain't for you.

What you gonna do, Mud?

You gonna hit me, Mud?

You gonna choke me now? On the street?

Get off me.

You know,

that Wolf,

the way he stood up for his sideman,

maybe he could teach you something, Mud.

Esther, come on!

Find yourself another harp player.

Well, baby, you know

I can never be satisfied

And I just can't keep from crying

Lay it on, man.

Hubert Sumlin, ladies and gentlemen.

- What you want, miss?

- Tell Pot that I ain't leaving.

Pot! Your girl said she ain't leaving.

I want your things out of my room

when I get home. I told you.

You can't hide from the eye of God.

He hunting heads tonight.

Muddy, I don't think

I want to be in your band no more.

You steal him from me again,

I'll kill you.

He tell you I quit?

He said he felt like

somebody took away his oxygen.

Walter.

You're family.

You don't have to do this.

I'm gonna miss you.

When you lose that cat that gave you

that sound that nobody else could,

it hurts.

Hurts more than losing your woman.

It's good you brought him in.

See what I was telling you, baby?

He's different.

I don't know, Len.

He sound a little country to me.

Maybe we blues him up just a little bit.

Willie.

I don't want you to blues this up.

This ain't the blues.

I don't know what the f*** it is,

but we're gonna record it.

- There you go, baby.

- Yeah.

Hey. Hey there, girl.

Tell Chess

I need a new car.

This ain't the right color.

You got something real special.

Thank you, Mr. Freed. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Do you think you'll be able to play it?

If I play it, I make you famous and him rich.

The question is, how bad do you want it?

I'm sorry.

You said, me famous and him rich? Yeah?

Well, hold on. One second. One second.

Let me switch sides with you for a moment.

Chuck's a bit of a comedian.

- Well, this is nice.

- Yeah.

- This is very nice.

- I'm sure we can work something out.

Now, some of you people

might call this race music.

I call it rock and roll,

and it's too fun for anybody to sit out on,

white or colored.

- Did he just say what I think he said?

- Yeah.

He just integrated the airwaves.

- Here we are.

- Here we are, motherf***er. Here we are.

- Oh, God.

- Mr. Waters, I am deeply grateful to you.

You got it, baby.

Riding along in my automobile

I was anxious to tell her the way I feel

So I told her softly and sincere

Chuck was playing in segregated cities.

But there was just a thin rope

to separate coloreds from whites.

And a whole lot of history.

And that's all it took to bring us all together,

one man duck-walking across stage.

Sh*t.

Please keep the aisles clear.

Get back over here.

Keep the aisles clear.

Why don't you play like that, Daddy?

- Ain't nothing but the blues sped up.

- It's rock and roll.

Look at that car!

Len Chess got two hot cars.

Hey, Muddy. Hey, Charles.

We're on American Bandstand.

You believe this?

- There's the man. Been a long time.

- Chuck Berry!

- Hey, is this the boy?

- Yeah, that's Charles.

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