Crazy Heart

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Jack, you bastard.

F***ing bowling alley.

Jesus god.

Bad Blake, welcome to Pueblo.

I'm proud to meet you, sir.

- Hi there.

I've listened to you for a long time.

Good trip?

- Long, but good.

Played Clovis, New Mexico last night.

Pretty country. Glad to be here.

There's the bandstand.

I'll speak to you later. Good to have you.

Makes my day. There's no smoking in the alley...

but you can sure finish that one.

I'll take a McClure's up, with

a beer back, darlin'.

$ 4.75.

- It's on the tab.

No tab.

I'm Bad Blake darlin'.

I'm the band.

Jimmy? Tab?

Mr. Blake.

We have a nice room

for you at the Starlight Inn ...

and of course your meals are covered...

but I'm afraid you can't

run a bar tab.

It's in the contract.

Mr. Greene, of Greene and Gold...

put that in himself.

-Did he.

Yes, sir.

If you and Jack have an agreement,

we're gonna have to stick to it.

Don't worry about it. How much?

$ 4.75.

Mr Blake, let me offer you all the free bowling you want.

Hold that, would you?

Hey Ben, Jack here.

Listen, I didn't want to tell you 'til you finished the swing...

but the label cut "So sweet so bad".

But that f***er's still selling.

It was slowing down a lot.

The chains don't want it any more.

Plus Tommy Sweet's got 9 albums out.

What about his new album?

I finish in two weeks. I can get right to it.

Tommy wants to know if you

have new material.

New material?

You know I don't.

Nothing wrong with the old stuff.

Tommy thinks he's leaning

too heavy on the old stuff.

He doesn't want people thinking

he's riding the gravy train.

That son of a b*tch...

has a lifetime pass on the gravy train.

Hey Bad, who's asking who for a record?

Jack, you jerkoff, when you get your ass

to Clovis, New Mexico...

and play in a bar or a f***ing bowling alley...

get up at 5am and drive 300 miles

with hemorrhoids so bad...

its feels like you got fire ants up your ass...

THEN you can tell me about the gravy train!

You and Mr. famous Tommy Sweet.

Both of you try that some time!

Why don't you sit down

and write some songs?

Keep talking, keep talking. Jesus God.

What's the matter, can't do it anymore?

I'm tired of listening to your griping and everything.

Jack.

You go out every night drinking...

Hey, hey, listen to me.

I'm 57 years old ...

and I'm broke.

I got $10 in my pocket.

I sent you money

when you were in Texas.

So spend it wisely, my friend.

Yeah, f*** you. Goodbye.

Thanks a lot.

Mr. Blake?

I'll be god-damned, it really is you!

I can't believe it.

Bad Blake in my store.

I'm Bill Wilson,

I'm a big fan.

Here's your McClure's.

I try to keep track of

what the stars drink.

Hey, you know what, my wife, Beverly ...

is one of your big fans.

She'd die if she knew you were here.

We're going to the show tonight ...

and if you could sing "I Don't Know" for Beverly ...

You got it.

- It'd mean the world to her.

"I Don't Know" for Beverly.

You can count on it.

Come here.

I wanna be able to tell everyone

I bought Bad Blake a drink.

You're kidding.

- No.

Thank you.

"I Don't Know" for Beverly and Bill.

- Yes.

Ok. Hold on.

Hi Mr. Blake, I'm Tony.

"Tony and the Renegades",

your band for tonight.

Yes, of course.

We're setting up in the bowling alley ...

and were wondering what

time to start rehearsing.

As soon and as often as you can.

That's the secret.

Mr. Blake?

Sorry to bother you ...

but what time are you coming over?

I got some sheets here

if you can read music.

Chord charts if you can't.

Here. This CD's for you.

The whole kit. The playlist's in there.

Watch your hand.

I'll meet you there.

You guys go on

Mr. Blake, it would mean a lot to us

if you'd come over a little early ...

and go over some leads.

- Leads?

They're paying you more than me.

Maybe you could show us some of the

old stuff Bad Boys used to play.

You taught Tommy Sweet to play, right?

Listen to CD. Listen good, and uh...

go over those sheets.

I'll be there in about an hour ...

gonna grab some supper

- Thank you, Mr. Blake.

I didn't think you'd show.

Boy, I've played sick, drunk,

divorced and on the run...

Bad Blake hasn't missed a show

in his f***ing life.

And now I'm playing a f***ing bowling alley,

backed by a bunch of hippies.

You sure they ain't

paying you more than me?

Come on, showtime.

Ladies and gentlemen, please

welcome to The Spare Room ...

The wrangler of Love,

Mr. Bad Blake.

Go to C.

Now F.

Hey Mr. Blake ...

all right man?

Yeah, I'm good.

- We're back on.

It's great to be here in Pueblo

with you all tonight...

If I've learned anything, it's to

give you people what you want ...

otherwise you won't want it ever again.

Here's a song I hope

some of you will want.

It goes out especially to

my dear friends Bill and Beverly.

God bless you.

Here we go.

Thank you Pueblo, thank you.

Drive safely. God willing

we'll get together soon.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the star of the show ...

the legendary Bad Blake.

Good night.

That's very good.

Very good.

Been a long time since I played

with a good piano player.

Thanks, Mr. Blake,

that means the world to me.

I'm Wesley Barnes.

- Mighty fine, Wesley.

Worked before?

- When I was a kid.

I just do this for fun...

and a coupla extra dollars.

I finally found someone on the road

who really is good. It'll be a pleasure.

Can I ask a favor Mr. Blake?

Bad, buddy, Bad. What can I do for you?

I hate to impose,

especially since we just met ...

but I have a niece who's a writer...

Trying to be. She writes local,

here in Santa Fe.

It's not the New York Times or anything...

but she writes about music ...

and you would love to interview you.

I haven't done one for years, but yeah...

you send her around.

I'll be glad to help her out.

Great!

Shall we play a little?

- Yeah, we can play some.

Mr. Blake?

Who the hell are you?

I'm Jean Craddock Sun Scene...

I'm Wesley Barnes' niece.

I'm here for the interview.

I just had a shower,

and I'm having dinner.

Sorry, I'll come back.

When's a good time?

No, just wait outside.

Let me get my clothes on.

All right.

Jesus God.

Be right there!

- All right.

Come on in.

- Sorry, I should've called.

No pictures.

You want some steak, or...

potatoes?

- Maybe later.

Which?

- Pictures. Maybe on stage?

Oh, that'd all right.

- All right.

You don't want a roll or nothing? Sit on down.

- No, thank you.

All right.

Do you mind if I eat?

- No.

Tape recorder okay?

Go ahead.

You always dress for dinner?

So...

how did you learn music?

My daddy. He had this old...

Washburn steel string.

He couldn't play it.

So I picked it up and started

fooling with it. Guess that's how.

Right, and what were you listening to?

A bunch of people you've

probably never heard of...

Lou Lubella, Scottie, Emmet Miller ...

the Georgia Wildcats.

Ever heard of them?

No, I've never heard

the Georgia Wildcats.

No, I didn't figure you had.

How about Hank Williams, Gene

Autrey, Waylon and them boys?

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