Eddie and the Cruisers II: Eddie Lives! Page #6

(SAXOPHONE PLAYING)

Hey, hey, hey.

Listen. Listen.

What?

There. Right there.

(SAXOPHONE CONTINUES TO PLAY)

Oh, that's great.

Thanks. Okay, bye.

Yeah!

Hey, Joe, I just talked

to Lyndsay Caputo about the festival.

She's coming to meet us

at the gig next week.

I didn't tell you

to do that.

We ain't ready

to audition.

Well, I guess

it's a difference of opinion.

The festival

is my call, Rick.

Look, you may be

happy playing these dives, man,

but I want

a record deal.

I want

the magazine covers, I want the videos.

Hey. How many times

I got to tell you?

It's the music that counts,

not the hype!

Not the hype, I know!

But we all want

to play the festival.

What, you're all

in on this?

Joe, you know,

I've seen a lot of bands come and go.

Most aren't very good.

But, once in a while,

a very long while,

one comes along

that's worth saving.

Well, that's gonna be

up to you.

All right.

This is how

it's gonna go down.

We find a place,

some place with no distractions.

And we rehearse until

I say we got it right.

Then we audition.

EDDIE:
You had a dream

you once believed in

That burned

inside you like a fire

The big wheel

kept on turning

Somehow the dream,

it passed you by

Hold it!

Hold it!

Hold it!

Guys, let's just get back

in the pocket, all right?

Charlie, where are you

racing to, huh?

You stopped doing

that two months ago. What happened?

Get on your

goddamn feet, Quinn.

All right, let's take it

from the top, okay?

Okey-doke.

One, two, three, four.

As I ride

this lonesome highway

The desert wind

across my face

My mind slowly wanders

To another time,

another place

When the world

was so much younger

With no reason

to hold back

And we weren't

so afraid of losing

All the things

we'd never had

Those days

are gone forever

MARTHA:
For months now,

people all across America

have been buying up

the Eddie Wilson mystery singles

and have been

trying to figure out

just who is playing

backup on these songs.

Our rock 'n' roll

musicologist,

Merrill Shindler,

has this report.

Merrill?

Thank you, Martha.

I analyzed one guitar solo,

and my computer gave me one name,

the name

was the legendary Bo Diddley.

We've got Bo Diddley

live via satellite.

Bo, how you doing?

Just fine, thank you.

Bo, where were

those sessions held?

In Jersey,

a little place outside

of Newark called Lakehurst.

Now, for the

important question.

When were those sessions held?

(CHUCKLES)

I wish I knew.

The years kind of, you know, blend together.

MERRILL:

Who else was there?

BO:
Eddie was kind of

running things alone

with his sax player,

Wendell Newton.

Come in here

and listen to this.

MERRILL:
That definitely clears up

the mystery for me.

Martha, the presence

of Wendell Newton

obviously dates

these sessions

as happening before

Eddie Wilson's death.

Which means that...

Which means that

we have no proof that Eddie Wilson lives.

And, in my opinion,

we can put to rest those grisly rumors

that Eddie Wilson's

still alive somewhere.

I think this guy

should drop dead.

RICK:
"Dear Mr. Eisen,

"I got a band,

and my lead singer

"sings a lot

like Eddie Wilson.

"I hope you'll listen

to this tape,

"and if you like it,

please contact me as soon as possible.

"Yours truly, Rick Diesel."

(EXHALES)

RICK:
Damn it, man! You say it's

gonna take us another month, man?

We're gonna miss

the festival!

We just ain't

ready, man!

Oh, according to you,

we're never gonna be ready!

Look, we need

more time! Oh, more time?

Man, what are you

talking about?

I think you're afraid

to go on stage!

You're afraid to put

it on the line, man!

You don't know what

you're talking about.

Oh, yeah? Then why are we

hiding out in a cabin here, man,

playing for

the goddamn trees? Shut up!

We're all ready to play

this goddamn festival!

You're ready? Yeah?

Then do it!

No. Let him go.

(DOOR SLAMMING)

HILTON:
First,

you destroy your guitar, now your songs.

You gonna be next?

They're lousy songs.

They don't even burn good.

Good thing you

know them by heart.

Be a shame to lose

that many songs by Eddie Wilson.

I knew the minute

I heard you play.

The way a man plays,

he's born with it.

Like fingerprints.

He can hide

under another name.

But he can't disguise

the way he plays.

Then it's a good

thing I'm quitting.

You're not

quitting now, Eddie.

You owe it to this band.

You brought them this far.

They deserve another chance.

Just like you

had a chance.

But they ain't gonna

get it without you.

You owe it

to them, Eddie.

And you owe it to me.

EDDIE:
Tell the boys now

I'm trying to stay cool

This little girl,

she breaks all the rules

Her pretty lies

make me feel so sad

But I still want her

and I want her bad

Tonight

'Cause when

she holds me tight

Maryia,

won't you say you will?

Maryia,

you give me such a chill

Maryia, girl,

you're just like the wind

You fill my sails

and then you blow me away

Hey, pretty Maryia

She's a woman

She can make

my blood run cold

She's a woman

Give me shivers

down to my soul

Her heart of stone

she can't control

I just can't leave her

Maryia,

won't you say you will?

Maryia,

you give me such a chill

Maryia, girl,

you're just like the wind

You fill my sails

and then you blow me away

Hey, pretty Maryia

You guys are too good

to be just an opening act.

But I'm gonna do it anyway.

Congratulations.

(ALL CHEERING)

We did it.

Yeah!

EDDIE:
I want something great.

I want something

that nobody's ever done before.

Why? We ain't great.

We're just some

guys from Jersey.

If you can't be great,

then there's no sense

in ever playing

music again, Sal.

Dad?

Yeah.

Can I go play

with Richie?

Sure. Come here.

What's this?

What?

Dad!

Okay, Richie,

I'm coming! I'm coming!

(SIGHS)

Son of a...

Jesus Christ!

You son of a b*tch!

You son of a...

Son of a b*tch!

Jesus Christ!

You've been dead

for 20 years, God damn it!

I've got to

talk to you, Sal.

Shut up!

No, you're dead,

God damn it!

I've got to

talk to you, Sal. Don't talk to me!

Don't talk to me!

Shut up!

Get away from me!

I'm sorry.

Who the hell

do you think you are, huh?

Huh?

What kind of person

does that to a friend?

Sh*t. I was

your best friend, God damn it!

Why did you do it?

I couldn't handle it.

You couldn't handle it?

I hate you, man.

I came back

'cause I need you, Sal.

I really need you, man.

Yeah?

What about

all the times I needed you?

I'm scared. I don't know

what I'm gonna do.

Sal...

I need you

to forgive me.

Please.

I'm sorry, man.

I'm really sorry.

Come here, you.

SAL:
What's all this bullshit

about the mystery tapes?

You and Wendell

coming here to play 20 years ago.

It was just

an experiment, Sal.

Look, Wendell knew

these guys that had a recording studio here.

That's all.

EDDIE:
The funny thing is that,

there I was, playing with the greatest,

Bo Diddley, King Curtis,

thinking, "This is great.

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