Dreamgirls Page #2

- Come on, Effie.

- Well, Mr...

- Curtis Taylor, Jr.

Curtis Taylor, Jr, our manager,

says we're singing behind

Mr Jimmy Early tonight!

Oh, baby, I love you!

This business sure has got

a lot of ups and downs!

Are you ready for the Thunder Man?

Now, he's all the way

down in the basement,

and he ain't coming up

unless he can hear you!

Let's hit it, boys. Showtime.

Hey, Marty, I said no mayonnaise, man.

How many times I got to tell you?

No mayonnaise

on the chicken sandwich!

We got bigger problems, baby.

I warned you to lay off

the women that you work with.

There's plenty other ladies out there.

Well, who got time

to go out and find them, Marty?

I'm always working, baby.

Yeah, 'cause Marty always

keeps you working.

Hell, yeah. That's why I keep letting you

give me the wrong sandwich.

Let's go get this money now.

- Is everything set?

- Yeah, Jimmy's down with the two girls.

This is a group.

It's either three or nothing.

Hey, man, who is this guy?

My clients always work together.

I know you.

Didn't you sell me my Cadillac?

Yeah, yeah. In addition to

my management company,

I have a Cadillac dealership

on Woodward Avenue.

Yeah, well, my kitty needs a tune-up.

And Jimmy only works with two, baby.

Sorry, brother, it's two or nothing.

Those the girls right there?

I think three is gonna work out just fine.

Ladies!

Ladies. Ladies, thank you so much.

You're saving Jimmy's life.

Thank you so much, ladies.

I'm at your feet.

You see that? I'm at your feet, baby.

Thank you so much.

And I'd do anything for y'all. Anything.

You hear what I'm saying? Anything.

Exactly what would you like

Jimmy to do for you, baby?

Well, Mr Early,

you could teach us the song.

Thirteen years

of solid gold platters

Rising costs

And cocktail chatter

Fat deejays

Stereophonic sound

Oh, baby

The game of hits

Goes round and around

But you can fake your way to the top

Round and around

Try that part right there, baby.

Round and around

Fake your way to the top

Round and around

Yeah, you fell right in there,

didn't you, sweetheart?

You can fake your way to the top

Round and around

Sh*t, I knew you'd have it.

But it's always real, so real

Always so real

When you're coming down

Yeah, yeah, been around

Oh, I know what's happening

I've been around

Faking my way

Through every town

I've made my living

Off of my sound

And the game of hits

It goes around and around

and around and around

Around and around

and around and around

A man gets Ionely

Workin' hard on the road

He's away from his woman

It's a heavy load

That back there is Harlem.

This is Hollywood.

And you ain't welcome in Hollywood.

Time to bring up the lights!

Yeah, let's see which one of these girls

is going home with Jimmy tonight?

I got a nice, warm bed waiting on you.

All right now. Come on now.

Who wants to sit on Daddy's lap?

Yeah!

Mr Early? I don't believe

all this all can be happening to me.

Miracles happen all the time

in the world of R&B, baby.

- What's R&B mean?

- Rough and black.

Mr Early, you're so crazy.

Call me Jimmy, baby. Jimmy.

Oh, Mr Jimmy. You're so crazy.

That does feel nice.

I mean, it feels funny.

You're married, aren't you?

Everybody say yeah

Yeah

Say yeah

Yeah

Everybody knows

Jimmy's married, baby.

Then...

Then you get your married hands off!

So it's gonna take two weeks.

I faked my way to the top

Round and around

Oh, yeah

Round and around

I faked my way to the top

Round and around

Round and around

You know I faked my way to the top

Round and around

It's always real, so real

When you're coming down

I faked my way, yes, I did

Help me, Jesus

Help, help, help me, Jesus

I faked my way to the top

Did you notice

the seats are periwinkle blue

to go along with

your pretty blue dress? And...

- Would you excuse me?

- Certainly.

Wayne? Help me out.

Hi.

How can I help you today?

Here. This is our periwinkle blue.

Matches your dress.

I'm just saying, you might do better

if you were just a little more, you know...

- Shy? Sugar-sweet, like you?

- Boys seem to like it.

Well, I am not interested

in boys, Deena.

What are you ladies jawing about?

Well, Curtis, we were just wondering...

Do you cheat on your wife,

like Mr Jimmy Early?

Hey, Effie! I don't know her.

Deena's right.

It's really none of our business.

We don't even know if you're married.

I was married. It didn't work out.

Well, was she one of those teeny little

tweety-birds like little Miss Deena here?

Or do you prefer a real woman?

Well, actually, I was raised

by my older sisters,

and they were just as real as you are.

Well, why don't you sit down

and tell me about them?

You know, I would love to,

but give me a minute.

It ain't working, Marty.

That faint used to kill 'em.

- It used to slay 'em in the aisles.

- Slay 'em in the aisles, baby.

But now you got everybody doing it.

You got Otis, J.B.

Everybody doing my sh*t.

You're right, Jimmy.

Everybody's doing it.

Well, who's the original?

Who was the first one to fall down

and start screaming?

- That was you.

- I'm the first!

And you killed 'em tonight, baby.

It was beautiful, Jimmy. Beautiful.

Marty, you're full of sh*t, man.

I need something.

Man, I need something...

That's what I need.

Sweet Mother Jesus.

I need that right there!

What you need is a new sound.

What I need is a new Caddy.

That one you sold me is dripping oil.

Hey, Jimmy, you remember C.C.,

Effie's brother?

He's a very talented composer.

Yeah, I remember you.

You wrote that song, Move On.

Move.

The girls be, "Move, move, move."

Yeah, that was me, man.

- All right.

- Yeah.

What did you think of that song, Marty?

Well, I think it was kind of...

You know...

- Kind of boring, I thought.

- Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

It's boring, kid.

I'm no kid, mister.

I'm sorry, baby,

but when Jimmy's involved,

the song got to have some soul!

Damn! Lord have mercy!

Got to have soul!

Soul, gospel, R&B, jazz, blues,

everything else the man

has grabbed from us.

Listen, there's got to be a better way

for us to get our music

to a broader audience,

only this time

with our artists and our money.

Marty, this man is handing me

a line of crap.

Yeah, I know, baby.

Got me a Cadillac

Cadillac, Cadillac

Got me a Cadillac car

Got me a Cadillac

Cadillac, Cadillac

Look at me, mister, I'm a star

I know what you cats are trying to do,

and you can forget it.

James Early ain't no street-corner punk

looking for his first date.

He's an established artist

with a recording contract.

On a shitty local label

that can't get him to the pop charts.

We can't do nothing about that.

All I'm asking is one record, man.

One song with a simple hook.

"Look at me in my pretty car,

makes me feel like a movie star."

You know where all the hits

happen these days? In cars, man.

Songs that make you feel good

while you're driving your automobile.

Yeah?

Jimmy's fans like taking the bus.

Let's hit it, Jimmy.

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