Crazy Heart Page #3

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never thought you had?

Is your shirt getting all tight with muscle?

The whole world has been

tamed by men who ate biscuits.

Shoot.

He scores!

- Did you score?

That's how to get it done in Texas!

- Yup!

Give me five!

He's a real nice boy you got there.

- Thanks.

He's not around men much.

I worry about that sometimes.

What about his daddy?

I've made many mistakes. I just

try not to make them twice.

Good boy, good mom.

Good biscuits.

Bye.

- Okay.

I'll see you after a while.

You take care, now.

- So long.

Come on, Betsy.

Jack, you cocksucker.

Thank you.

Glad to meet you Mr. Blake.

I'm Ralphie, Tommy's road manager.

A big fan.

We have a big show tonight.

Bear, this is Bad Blake.

Hey, how you doing man?

What's your equipment?

- A Fender Tremolux.

That's it?

- That's it, pal.

Do you have a preference?

Marshall? Peavey?

I like my Fender.

- Okay, no sweat.

We'll mike it right into the PA.

Where's your stuff?

- '78 Suburban, out back.

All right, I'll take care of it.

You go on at 7:
30.

You get 45 minutes.

Stay on that.

You can't go more than...

three minutes over. Tommy's

on at 9 and off at 11.

These are the Bum Steers, your backup.

This is the big time, boys.

How are you doing? Bad.

Looking forward to playing.

Let's drink some of this booze.

- Do it, baby.

Two bars of D, then we hit the top of

the bridge. Count 'em off, Johnny.

No, no.

Bear, Bear.

I need kick and snare. Turn down the damn

guitar, you're drowning out my lyrics.

The mix is good, man. You can't

hear what I hear.

You'd be surprised,

Set it the way I tell you...

and leave it.

The mix is just fine.

Trust me.

Bear, I'm an old man. I can get grumpy.

Humour me.

Damn sound man.

F***ing up the opening act

makes the headliner sound better.

That's his f***ing job.

- You have half an hour, cowboy.

We're gonna be on this stage 'til

we get the mix the way I want it.

Set the mix the way I want it or

we'll rehearse right through Tommy's set.

Let's take it from the top of the bridge,

see how Bear does.

Now the guitars are sounding right.

Thank you Bear, much better.

Well, well.

Heard you might be here.

You son of a b*tch. Sit down.

You always knew

the right thing to say

How the hell are you, Bad?

I'm worse.

- That's about right, I reckon.

You gave up on the Southern Comfort?

I still drink it on stage.

It's good for the throat.

So they tell me.

Too sweet for me.

I never liked it either.

But when you're one of Bad's boys...

you gotta be able to

put away the whiskey.

Sorry to interrupt.

Can I get an autograph, Tommy?

- Sure.

You're my favourite,

I've got all your records.

Thanks, but his is the autograph you need.

He's Bad Blake ...

Taught me everything I know.

- Cool.

Thank you.

I'll be at your show tonight,

maybe even San Diego.

I appreciate your support.

I was thinking, Bad, about

our tours together.

We had some good times.

I'm glad you agreed to do this, Bad.

Oh, God, you kidding?

I need the money.

If not for this, I'd be playing

some saloon in Benson, Arizona.

Remember the time we ...

broke down in the desert in West Texas?

Sat all day waiting

for that goddamn wrecker?

You and me, case of warm beer.

Those were the days.

Yeah, ain't remembering wonderful?

How's the tour?

Tiring.

How about yours?

- I'm out for a month. Six states.

Pick-up bands?

- Yep.

That's a ball buster.

We shoulda gotten together

earlier - done the whole tour.

We tried that.

It was just too much going on, Bad.

Damn movie shoot down in Mexico.

Jill was on my ass the whole time.

Would have been a hell of a tour.

- Yeah, a HELL of a tour.

Sh*t. I'm sorry

it didn't work out.

I was trying to save my marriage.

Don't hold that against me.

- I got a career too...

and a marriage or two I wanted

to hold together.

I know. I know.

You gave me my start, Bad.

Don't think I don't remember that.

But I got a life too.

- Yeah, well.

Those are the ugliest boots

I've ever seen in my life.

Did the salesman threaten to

shoot your dog?

Why aren't we doing another album?

Why won't you do it?

Hold up now, I never said I wouldn't.

The MZ doesn't think it's the

right thing to do, that's all.

I think it is.

- You may be right.

They want some solos first.

Then we do a duet.

You get first shot.

I already told them.

I need money now.

I'm 57 years old.

My career's going nowhere.

I need something to

get it jump-started.

They won't give me a damn solo album.

I need this, goddammit,

I really do.

I swear, Bad, I can't

get them to budge.

But there's a way to make some

money if you want to.

Enlighten me.

Songs.

I have no new material.

Everything I hear is crap.

Write me five new songs. I ship two million

albums every time I release one.

I haven't written a song in three years.

There are too many goddam songs.

You write some the best material

out there. I want some.

'Wrote'. Not 'write'.

Glad to see you still got old Betsy.

She runs like a top.

Do it, Bad,

You have a couple of months.

See you tonight.

Mr. Greene has sent five boxes of product

for you to sell at the show.

Sell?

- What are you talking about?

He sent 500 units of Memories

for you to sell.

Sh*t. I sing, I play ...

I don't sell my goddamn

records at my concerts.

Tell him to get here and pick up

his goddamn CD.

I'm just delivering the message.

Jesus Christ.

Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome ...

the 'wrangler of Love',

Mr. Bad Blake.

It's good to be with you tonight.

Although at my age it's

good to be anywhere.

This is the guy who taught me

how to sing that song...

and just about eveything else.

Bad Blake!

I 'm going backstage to listen

to the rest of the show. Thanks, Bad.

Tommy wants you to join him for

"Please Release Me" and "Memories".

I'll cue you.

- I got records to sell.

Directory assistance, what city and state?

Santa Fe, New Mexico.

Bud.

- Hello?

Hi there, Buddy boy.

It's your old biscuit maker, Bad.

- Hi!

What are you up to?

Watching dinosaurs.

- Yeah? What are they doing?

Uh, eating, mostly. (?)

- Yeah?

Any of them eating biscuits?

- Yeah.

Is your mother there?

Hello.

- Hi there.

Bad.

Jean?

- Hi.

How was Phoenix?

You know.

How are you doing?

Where are you?

- I don't know. How hot is it?

Why? I mean what

are you doing?

Thinking about you.

Stop it.

- Are you thinking about me?

I'm finishing my article actually.

That's not what I meant.

I know.

I have a few days off

before I go to Houston ...

I thought about stopping by.

What do you say?

Jean?

You're not making this easy on me...

you want me to stop by or not?

Ok.

All right. I'll be by in about three or four hours.

See you in a little bit.

Bye.

- Bye now.

Hello Mr. Blake.

Just sit back. Relax.

Where am I?

- You're in Santa Fe ...

you have a broken ankle

and a concussion.

Just relax.

- My guitar.

In the closet with your clothes.

I gotta get outta here.

That's up to the doctor.

- Where is he?

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