Eddie and the Cruisers II: Eddie Lives! Page #7

This is what I want."

EDDIE:

It's an emotional storm

Emotional storm

Raining down over you

Emotional storm

Emotional storm

Baby, what

we're going through

Emotional storm

Emotional storm

Raining down over you

Emotional storm

Emotional storm

Baby, what

we're going through

It's an emotional storm

EDDIE:
And, you know, to them, it was

just another night of jamming.

That's what got me

thinking, wondering.

I started thinking

I wasn't good enough.

Then Wendell died.

I couldn't

take it anymore.

'Cause it was my fault.

Wendell OD'd.

Why do you blame yourself

for Wendell's death, huh?

Because I could've saved him.

I was pushing the band

to get a sound,

and I didn't care

about anybody.

You didn't

kill Wendell.

The monkey was on his back

long before he ever met you.

Wendell was just a player,

like all of them.

Maybe that's why they treated that

night like it was any other night.

And that should

tell you something.

Don't worry about

being good enough.

Just go out there

and play it,

the best

you can play it.

That's all.

Hey, Sal, you know,

I got a new band up there in Canada.

I could sure use you.

No, I got my own life here.

You were the best

in the band, man.

That's bullshit.

I was just a guy

from Jersey who played bass.

Maybe the band...

I don't know.

Maybe the band

would've held you back.

Who knows?

Maybe this time

you can get it right.

Well, kid,

you finally got what you wanted.

Thanks to you.

No, I think you got

that one backwards.

You Rick Diesel?

Yeah, that's right.

Come with me. There's some guys

backstage who want to meet you.

STAGE MANAGER:

15 minutes, everybody. Let's get ready.

You Joe West?

Yeah.

Telegram.

Thanks.

No problem.

Fan mail?

Yeah.

From an old friend.

Looking good.

You're Rick Diesel?

That's me.

Lew Eisen.

How you doing?

Excellent.

Come with me.

So you liked the tape?

Yeah, it's all right.

It was only

a fast demo tape, but, hey, man.

This is great,

your coming up here.

Look, I want you

to meet Joe. Come here.

Yeah, sure.

Joe, you ready?

Yeah.

Okay, good. Now I'm gonna

introduce the band...

RICK:
Hey, Joe!

Hey, Joe!

No. I always

introduce the band after the first song.

Hey, Joe, I want you

to meet somebody.

Are you Joe West?

Yeah, I'm Joe West.

Yeah, Lew Eisen,

Satin Records.

Hey, come on, Joe.

Mr. Eisen here

wants to give us a record deal.

He hasn't even

heard us yet, kid.

I sent him a tape.

You what?

Just a sample.

You son of a b*tch!

Who do you think you are, man?

Hey, what's wrong

with that, man?

There's nothing wrong

with that, kid.

Well, I'll be God damned.

I don't believe it.

Stay away from me, man.

Eddie, we'll do it

your way this time.

I've changed.

I even like what you're doing now.

RICK:
What is this

Eddie stuff?

Whatever Eddie Wilson

wants! Dave!

What the hell

is going on here, man?

Eddie! Eddie, come back!

Look, we are on

your side on this, Eddie.

Eddie! Look, we really

love the music.

Joe, wait.

So tomorrow everyone's gonna know,

but you've still got tonight.

To do what?

To do what you want!

To play

what you want!

Nobody cares

what I want to play!

You do! You care!

Give me the keys.

Where are you going?

Give me the goddamn keys.

Get out!

Look, you've got

one chance left

to prove that the music

is there for you,

and that chance

is tonight, because tomorrow,

everybody is gonna know

who Joe West really is.

Diane, I don't want

to hurt you, so get out of the car.

Just get out.

Okay, fine.

Let's go for a ride, huh?

And maybe we

can find a bridge

and do it right

this time, huh?

(SOBBING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

I don't give a damn.

Get the band

out on stage!

Well, look,

Joe's not even here. Eddie, whatever.

Look, either you get out on stage and

play or I send out the next act.

Relax, lady,

we are the next act.

Let's get on

with the music, kid.

Let's go!

Go!

Let's go!

(CROWD CHEERING)

Yeah!

Yeah!

I got smokestack lightning

running through my veins

Trouble hanging

round my neck just like a ball and chain

Gotta be more

than this to being alive

Everyday spitting

out nine to five

Every night running all over

this town just feeling no pain

I got a hunger

and a cold desire

Someday, it's gonna

take me higher

Just another

small flame

Just running

through the fire

Just another small flame

Just running

through the fire

Running through the fire

Baby, it's gonna get hot

Running through the fire

Honey,

if you're ready or not

Running through the fire

Honey,

any way you turn

Running through the fire

Baby,

you're gonna get burned

Rolling down the alleyway

heading for the neon lights

Got a soul

full of struggle

and I need

a little mercy tonight

This world's asking

just a little too much

Honey, I need

a loving tender touch

Just move your

body close to mine

Make everything all right

I got a hunger

and a cold desire

Someday, it's gonna

take me higher

Just another small flame

Just running

through the fire

Just another

small flame

Just running

through the fire

Running through

the fire

Baby, it's gonna get hot

Running through the fire

Honey,

if you're ready or not

Running through the fire

Baby, any way you turn

Running through

the fire

Baby,

you're gonna get burned

(CROWD CHEERING)

Running through

the fire

Honey, it's gonna get hot

Running through the fire

Baby, if you're ready or not

Running through

the fire

Honey, any way you turn

Running through

the fire

Baby,

you're gonna get burned

Running through

the fire

Honey,

it's gonna get hot

Running through

the fire

Baby, if you're

ready or not

Running through

the fire

Honey, any way you turn

Running through the fire!

Baby, you're gonna

get burned

(CHEERING)

Thank you!

Let me introduce

the band now.

On bass,

we got Quinn Quinley.

Keyboards, Stewart Fairbanks.

Drums, "Sexy"

Charlie Tanzie.

Lead guitar,

"The Killer" Rick Diesel.

Saxophone,

Hilton Overstreet.

And me.

I'm Eddie Wilson.

ALL:
(CHANTING)

Eddie! Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!

EDDIE:
Okay,

let's rock 'n' roll!

Everybody, come on!

Yeah! Come on!

I don't run

for the money, honey

It don't mean a thing

And the power and the glory

never ever made a man a king

I don't need to ride

in a long, black limousine

I don't need

to see my picture on the cover of a magazine

I just need

a little satisfaction

Hit me like

a chain reaction

Talking about the pride and

passion and the thrill of it all

Talking about the pride

and passion and the thrill of it all

I don't need to read my name

all over the front page news

Better save your ink, mister

'cause I ain't got no use

Maybe you could say

that I'm just another prisoner of love

It's the only thing

I know for sure to help me rise above

I just need

a little satisfaction

Hit me like

a chain reaction

Talking about the pride and

passion and the thrill of it all

Talking about the pride and

passion and the thrill of it all

Rate this script:2.3 / 3 votes