Miles Ahead Page #2

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Man, take that f***ing thing

off my dashboard.

Irish motherf***er.

Let's go.

There... There he is! Miles!

Miles!

Look, I think we just

got off on the wrong foot.

I just need a little background.

I mean, I could write some bullshit

out of a magazine,

but I'd rather hear it

in your own words, you know?

Miles Davis' story. My words.

That would be great.

Go right.

Okay. I was born.

I moved to New York, met some cats,

made some music,

did some dope, made some more music.

Then you came to my house.

That's it?

Great. I guess I'll fill in

the blanks later.

It's what all you writing motherfuckers

do anyway, right?

Right turn.

Wait, we're going to Columbia?

Pull in right there.

I'll just wait down here.

Bring your ass out of my car!

Sh*t.

Miles?

Don't send people to my house

to write some dumb f***ing article.

Write a check, George. I'll wait.

Hold it a second, Miles.

I didn't send anybody to...

- Here, take your boy back.

- Hey!

- I didn't send anybody to your house, Miles.

- Okay, guys...

You send this motherf***er to my house

to write some comeback story?

I've never laid my eyes on him.

Who are you?

Dave Braden.

Rolling Stone magazine.

April, get me Jann Wenner

at Rolling Stone.

Yes, sir.

I'm not sure Jann himself

actually knows if I'm here.

And why is that?

There's a source at Columbia,

I won't say who,

who told me about Miles' session

and said you guys were

probably already long lead

with the whole, you know,

comeback, promotional thing.

Okay, you see this bullshit?

- This is what I'm talking about.

- Miles...

- Hey, can I say something here?

- You can get out!

I do a session. Y'all already

got it going out all over the wire.

That was almost a year ago.

So what?

Y'all can't wait to saddle me back up again.

The f***ing comeback.

How many records I cut for you?

And I can't take some f***ing time off?

Of course you can. And you have.

And now you have new material,

and we're all incredibly excited about it.

That's right. My material.

My session tape.

- And if I don't wanna give it to you...

- Guys.

- Guys, can I get in here a sec?

- Ken.

No, it's okay. I got it.

Ken Schwinn, A&R.

Now, Miles, as you know,

you're under contract here,

and we paid for that session.

So, we actually own that tape

and whatever music might be on it.

Legally. And I don't mean this

as a threat, but...

And, George, back me up here.

Miles!

Okay. Let's go.

Now. You own my music?

You must be a rich man.

How much money you got on you?

- What?

- On you. Right now. How much?

400 or 500.

You know how they say it in Missouri, son.

Show me.

Okay. You about 19,000 light,

but that's a start.

That's okay. Walter, Walter, be nice.

Harper Hamilton.

What an honor, sir.

If I may, I'm a producer,

working with this kid.

That's Junior.

Scary.

You have got to see it to believe it.

He's playing a late set

at the Vanguard tomorrow night.

I'd love it if you'd be my honored guest.

Label mate.

We're working out a deal here, too.

Isn't that right, George?

- Yeah.

- Now, you're a fight fan, right?

I got a boxer on the card

at the cathedral tomorrow night.

Maybe you'd like to check that out, too?

We could talk a little shop.

Sh*t.

And I'm the a**hole in the room, right?

Miles, come on, man.

You. Let's go.

Is that Miles Davis?

Wait a minute, Mr. Butler.

If I can get you that session tape,

we can do a little business, right?

- What?

- Don't say another word. Got it.

- Stairs? Stairs!

- There. There.

Man, what a waste.

He's probably more profitable

dead than alive now, huh?

Will you join me

in welcoming to the stage Miles Davis.

Yeah!

Sit down, girl. You're crazy.

- Come on.

- You're drunk.

Buddy, we fool around in this neighborhood,

we're going to get arrested.

Gotta give this little bird

a thing for my friend.

Won't take a minute.

- Hey, Frances.

- Hey, Buddy.

- This is for you.

- That's sweet.

- How you doing? That's good.

- I'm good.

So, you remember Phil, right?

Hey, Ana, let me... Let me get a 20 spot.

Sure, Miles.

- Hey, you know Phil.

- Well, thank you, Buddy.

Sure thing.

See you later.

Hi.

I'm Miles Davis.

I know. Frances Taylor.

Look.

This is my phone number.

Well, now you don't have to stare.

- Bye-bye.

- Bye.

Hello?

Miles, come watch me dance.

How about a little dark meat

for Thanksgiving?

Frances.

What are you doing?

Sh*t!

Hey, it's cool. I got you, man. Hey.

Let me drive.

Miles, Miles, look.

I should have told you what was up

right off the bat.

Miles.

Miles. Hey!

Look. Hey, listen.

I understand where you're coming from

with those guys upstairs.

It's never enough, right?

They suck you dry and they f*** you over.

Hey, listen.

Listen, listen, listen, listen.

F*** the interview. Let's get right.

I know what you need!

Let me get you right!

I probably shouldn't shout this next part.

I know this kid.

He gets it like... From the root.

It's not stepped on,

and we can go right now.

It's the best coke in the city.

You is a crazy white motherf***er,

you know that?

Yeah, I know.

So, where's it at?

Columbia.

We just left Columbia, motherf***er.

The other one, motherf***er.

I did a story on this kid's old man.

Big shot doctor,

he was into some crazy sh*t.

The point is, this rich little f***er's

really got the goods.

How much you holding?

Whatever's in that clip.

All right, just follow my lead.

Man, this better not be no bullshit.

Beat it.

What the f***...

- No. No.

- Hey, Justin. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Who the f*** are you to show up at my...

You know what

"off the record" means, a**hole?

You knew what was up with that.

You wanted to burn your old man, I helped.

So what?

- So what?

- Man, get on with it.

Yeah, come on in.

- All right, let's do this quickly.

- Wait, come here a sec.

What's going on?

- Why is he with you?

- Mate, mate...

- Right... Yeah, yeah, yeah. All right.

- Yeah, yeah.

So, what can I do you for?

- Make it an eighth.

- A quarter.

Quarter? Yes, sir.

A quarter? We've only got 500 bucks.

That's your problem.

You want to sit down, Mr. Davis?

Yeah. Scoot over, girl.

What an honor.

You know who the f***'s sitting

next to you right now, Tami?

His sh*t is mind-blowing.

I mean, I've got the classics

right here, you know.

And not just yours.

I've got the whole original experience.

Blues. Gospel.

Black music, it's where it's at.

All right.

No, no. It's 800.

What?

It would be 600 bucks

if I hadn't just walked in with him, right?

You trying to hustle me, Justin?

- No...

- Forget this kid, Miles.

He's a crook.

You are a f***ing crook, Justin.

F*** you.

Look, this is the price, Mr. Davis.

You've got to be kidding.

What have you got?

What have you got of his here?

What have you got? You've got, here,

Sketches of Spain, Birth of the Cool.

How many times

have you got laid to this man's music?

No offense, Tami.

And now you're shystering him?

I'm not shystering you, Mr. Davis.

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