Miles Ahead Page #5

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- You want me to quit West Side?

- No.

Quit dancing altogether.

You're my wife now.

Your place is with me.

I know.

I know it's a sacrifice.

A sacrifice?

I'll take care of you

for the rest of your life.

You don't have to worry about nothing.

Frances.

- Boy, that tune was cruising!

- Dude, we gotta change key.

We gotta change the key.

Dave!

- Here, go get him!

- No, no...

- I don't need a gun.

- Go get him, man. Go get him!

Stay! Stay!

Hey, hey, hey. Calm down.

Hey, take it easy, kid.

So what, man. You gonna shoot me

over some f***ing tape?

What? No. Where is the f***ing...

Are you kidding me?

Okay.

F***!

Hey.

Drop it.

Okay, okay. Be cool. Be cool, baby.

Dumb motherf***er!

Where the f*** is my music?

I got it, all right?

But let me... I was just trying

to help, Mr. Davis. I swear...

Don't lie to me, hype.

You'll steal anything for some dope.

No, no... Harper was just trying to...

Wait, wait a minute.

Let me explain something to you, Mr. Davis.

That man right here's a crook!

So says the thief?

Thief? You was trying

to take his tape, man!

Shut the f*** up! Shut up!

What did Harper give you to steal my tape?

- Answer me!

- Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Just maybe a chance

to get to work with you.

To help you come back.

Yeah.

'Cause you just the hype

with the heart of gold now?

Yeah.

You remember that move, right?

Man, bring your ass.

Stop playing E flat

over D minor 9, rookie.

Right here.

- Junior?

- Hold on, baby.

It's not there.

- What?

- I gave it to them.

- Gave it to who?

- Who do you think?

You gave them the goddamn tape?

Well, what did you want me to do?

Did you want me to fight them?

That wasn't your tape to give to nobody.

Was it yours, Junior?

What are you doing, man?

Irene. Irene, I'm sorry.

Harper got it, man.

Where is Harper?

I don't know. At his studio or something.

You call him right now.

Tell him you're coming over.

I can't take y'all over there, man.

- He'll kill me.

- You don't do what I say,

I'm gonna kill you. Now call him!

- Call him!

- All right. I'll take y'all over there.

But I gotta do something first.

- Hello.

- Harper.

Junior.

You sent Walter to my house?

You didn't deliver the tape

last night, Junior.

So, I guess you're out.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I blew it, man. I know.

Okay? Just let me come by,

talk man to man.

I'm going to the fights, Junior.

I know Just give me about an hour.

All right?

One hour.

Hey, what you doing, man?

Hey, this ain't

"fly away like a bird" time.

We got work to do.

That's all you get.

Man, I can't watch this sh*t.

This is way too complicated, okay?

Just tell everyone to meet at Diahann's,

- and I'll teach one big class over there.

- Tonight?

No, I don't know when.

Just figure it out and let me know.

I can't have... Figure out...

Frances? Hello? Franny, you there?

- Yeah, I'm here.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- I'm still not clear...

Let's work out on

Wayne's tune we was working on.

Is Miles here?

Who is this? I said who is this?

Miles! How did you get this number?

Hey, what's going on, Frances?

- Hey, Miles. This is...

- Don't talk to him, b*tch!

- Hang up the phone!

- I'm talking to you!

- You understand me?

- I just called to say hi.

Hang up the damn phone. Get off the...

You talking to me?

Nefertiti.

Y'all play Nefertiti. I'll be back.

Go on. Play it. Play it.

Miles is a married man,

do you understand me?

And you ain't nothing but a whore!

- Now, you listen to me, b*tch.

- How dare you talk to me like that?

Don't you ever call this house again.

I'm telling you right now...

What are you doing?

What am I doing?

What the hell do you mean,

"What am I doing?"

I told you, don't worry about that.

This is my house, Miles! My house!

Don't you have them calling

my f***ing house!

I didn't tell nobody

to call the f***ing house.

This is too much, Miles.

- This is too much!

- Just stay off the damn phone. Sh*t!

Don't you walk away from me.

Frances.

I make your life beautiful, Miles.

I take care of you, I feed you.

Lie down in that f***ing bed next to you.

You are my husband! You are with me!

I gave up everything for you, Miles.

I stopped dancing for you!

And you know what?

You have never played better

a day in your life, and you know it.

I'm the prize here!

I deserve better than this!

Are you through?

You mother...

Everything okay, Miles?

- Yeah?

- Junior.

He's going down, man. Knockout.

Third round.

Walter, you are dumb,

but at least you're pretty.

Don't do it!

Easy. Easy.

Where's my tape, Harper?

Right there, my friend.

- Go get his gun.

- Why do I have to get his gun?

Go get it!

Sit your ass down.

Sit down!

Watch him.

Yeah, no. This is... This is great.

Junkie and the flunky.

F***ing Larry and Moe.

I love those guys.

So, I guess you're not

getting it either, huh, Rolling Stone?

You and this kid's story,

lumping me in with that sh*t.

What?

It's pathetic.

No, yeah. You go ahead. Take that tape.

I just did, motherf***er.

That's the second time

you pointed a gun at me, you know?

I know. I can count.

Right. I almost forgot,

you used to be a musician.

Go Ahead John

from the Jack Johnson sessions.

Miles Davis radio.

George put you all up to this?

I'm an enterprising young man.

I got options.

Where the f*** are you going?

See you around, Miles.

Junior.

This little f***-up.

They made me do it, man.

Well, we're not going to let a bag of money

just walk out the door, Walter.

Go bring me back that goddamned tape.

I knew your ass was dirty!

Gimme my keys!

You're not saying you believe

that bullshit back there, are you?

Keys!

F***, all right.

But let me tell you one thing.

I never wanted your tape,

I just wanted the story.

- I was trying to help.

- That's three f***ing things.

Now give me my goddamn keys!

Miles, we should go.

Miles!

We should go!

Miles. Let me talk to you for a second.

Sh*t!

F***ing get in!

Go! Go!

Make a right! Go right!

Is he there?

F***, Miles!

Sh*t! Give me that other gun.

I don't have it.

- What?

- I chucked it.

The f***! Why?

I didn't know we were going

to get in a gunfight, did I?

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Sh*t! Lose this motherf***er!

Miles!

Frances.

I think we've lost him.

Keep going, keep going.

Don't stop.

- Here he comes!

- Is that him? Sh*t!

Turn! Turn!

Sh*t, it stalled! Get out! Go, go, go!

Go.

Jesus, go!

Don't go back for it! No! No!

Miles!

Leave it!

F***! Get in there.

Come on! He's coming!

Miles!

F***ing hell!

F***!

Okay, we gotta get out of here.

We gotta get out of here,

take you to the hospital.

What are you doing?

You've been shot. I should drive.

F***.

Wait a minute, where are you going?

Hey, man, just make some more sh*t up.

You're Miles f***ing Davis.

I'm getting my goddamned music back.

Found you.

F***.

Come on. Come on.

This is nuts, man.

All right, listen, Miles, that's it.

You're on your own.

This is madness.

I am not dying over this tape

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