Cadillac Records Page #6

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and all other manner of white folks to steal.

Yes, I'm quite ready.

- You say the devil's name, he appears.

- We need to talk.

Yeah, we do need to talk. You heard this?

You know what's going on?

- Do you know what's going on?

- I'm not laying down for this.

First, Alan Freed gets

a third of Maybelline. For what?

Chuck, listen.

No. You listen to me.

Did he write one part of the song?

- One part?

- Alan Freed put us on the map.

This gives him the license...

Did you take an underage white girl

across state lines?

I'm not talking about girls.

What's going on?

- Don't say sh*t. Don't say anything.

- Hello, Officers. Is there a problem?

Mr. Berry, you are under arrest

for transporting a minor

across state lines

for the purpose of prostitution.

First of all, I didn't transport anyone

anywhere. I didn't solicit anything.

Gentlemen, I'll have you know that

my very dear friend Mr. Jerry Lee Lewis

- has a 13-year-old wife.

- Keep your mouth shut.

Are we stopping by his home on the way?

Emmett Till gets murdered

for whistling at a white woman.

I know you're pleased to get Chuck Berry.

Fix this, Leonard.

You guys got to be kidding me, man.

Where are you from?

You set that hair in the morning?

You ladies shouldn't be out here

without an escort.

A bunch of English boys started

playing our music.

Now, it was made in America,

but I guess nobody thought

we were Americans.

Hey, let me help you with that, fellow.

F***ing hell. It's him!

Mr. Waters.

We're big fans.

You're the reason we got together.

We named our band after one of your songs.

- Yeah?

- Rolling Stone.

All right.

Go on in there. F*** them police.

Everybody knows the Rolling Stones,

the Beatles, Fleetwood Mac,

Led Zeppelin, Eric Clapton.

Everybody know them names, right?

Skinny motherfuckers.

The Rolling Stones

are burning up the charts

with an old Muddy Waters standard.

Take 10/ of Chuck's royalties

and move them to Muddy. Go on and do it.

Chuck ain't gonna miss it.

The goose that laid the golden egg

was locked up.

So Len brought in the old standbys,

including Little Walter.

Chess was desperate for a hit.

Oh, hey, little girl, now.

Who you belong to, huh?

- You mind if I watch?

- Go ahead, baby girl.

- I grew up on y'all's music.

- Watch?

Come over here.

I'll teach you to blow, baby.

Better watch it, baby girl.

He ain't talking about that harp.

Muddy, you're a fool.

I wouldn't mind a little bit of

what you flying on.

You too pretty to be flying my way, now.

You don't need that amp.

- How they gonna hear me?

- Everybody's records are getting sent back.

You want to survive, do something different.

Play along.

Something different? What the f***?

What?

Mud, what you think about this?

What you think about this, Mud?

I think we need to lay this record.

What, I'm just a sideman now?

Okay, I'll do it, Len. I'll do it.

I'm broke as the rest of you

motherfuckers in here, so, you know?

I'm gonna need a bottle of gin, though.

I'm gonna need a bottle of gin, baby.

Because I like a taste before getting f***ed.

Somebody taking care of Walter?

That's right. Take care of me, baby.

At last

My love has come along

My lonely days are over

And life is like a song

Oh, yeah

At last

The skies above are blue

My heart was wrapped up in clover

The night I looked at you

I found a dream

That I could speak to

A dream that I

Can call my own

I found a thrill

To press my cheek to

A thrill that I

Have never known

Oh, yeah

When you smiled

You smiled

Oh, and then the spell was cast

And here we are in heaven

For you are mine

At last

- Thanks, baby.

- You got it.

- Happy anniversary, Revetta.

- Thank you.

- Where you taking her, Peppers?

- Get out of here.

WVJN just called.

Etta missed her airtime again.

God damn, it's the third time this week.

This broad, I'm gonna...

I'm sorry, babe.

I got to go figure out what's going on here.

Don't worry about it. I'll go look in on her.

That ain't your job, Mud.

Chess.

Go on and enjoy yourself.

Now, wake up, girl. Wake up.

Look here, wake up!

What the... What... What you...

Come here. Stand up.

Get up, God damn it, come on.

- Stand up. Get up.

- Hey, baby.

- Come on, now.

- You came to see me?

- He f***ed up my hair.

- I'm going to get a doctor.

No doctors.

Let me get Geneva then.

She knows what to do with this.

All right, that's good.

Wake up. Baby, come on, wake up.

Wake up, come on. It's not funny. Come on.

This the first time I ever used this fireplace.

Feel like I should be having

marshmallows or something.

Yeah, I'm sure marshmallows

and smack go real well together.

What happened to the furniture?

Where's the car?

My mama sold what didn't get repossessed.

They gonna take my house.

Oh, that's good.

Come on.

You got to put it in my name.

You hear me? You gonna trust me?

Put the house in my name.

What? What?

Trust me.

Trust in me

In all you do

Listen.

Listen to me. I'm gonna get you in a clinic

and get some help.

I'm gonna pay for it.

It's not a loan. It's a gift.

So, now you buying me gifts?

Yeah, that's right.

I must be real special.

I must make you a lot of money.

Yeah, that must be it.

I ain't stupid.

I'm your number-one b*tch

since Chuck got busted.

- I'm trying to take care of you.

- You gonna take care of me?

Who the f*** you think you talking to,

your tight-ass wife?

That's off-limits.

I don't need no man to take care of me.

So tough. You look so f***ing good.

With these track marks in your arm?

That's real good. Well, that's good.

Yeah, that'll fix your problems, huh?

Baby, don't worry.

Etta ain't gonna hurt you.

That feels nice. It feel real good.

Who bought you that?

Did Etta buy you that? I think she did.

Who bought you that car?

I think I got that nice car out there, too.

Don't worry.

- I'll do it for you, baby.

- Come on. Stop that.

Just say, "Trust in me,"

like all them other motherfuckers...

Come on, I ain't taking from you!

I'm offering.

God damn it, I don't know what the f***

to say to you. I'm not your f***ing pimp.

- That's not us.

- "Us"?

What the f*** is "us"?

A white man and a black girl?

I been there.

Yeah, but you ain't been here.

I'm not your father.

And you ain't your mother.

And I ain't gonna hurt you.

I got no reason to hurt you.

You don't even know what you have.

What do I have?

You got a hit record.

What?

You're on top of the charts, baby.

You crossed over.

Len, I crossed over?

I told you.

Geneva a nurse.

Hello, Etta.

Hi.

Are you sure you want Geneva to stay here

or you want her to come home with me?

It's not what you think.

Oh, this is just business?

- That's right.

- You never hold me like that.

Cross over and I'll jump into bed with you.

I bet you'd jump out

that motherf***er quick, too.

What?

What?

You know how Walter call you

his white daddy,

because every time he step in sh*t,

you there to get him out of trouble?

And then you bring him in the studio

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