Mo' Better Blues Page #9

Did l ever try to stand in your way or|stop you from doing what you had to do?

Did l?

Oan you get out, please?

l want you to leave, Bleek.

l want you to leave!

l just want to...|Just let me say something.

The only reason you're here|is because you can't play anymore.

- Did you stop by Olarke's house?|- lt's got nothing to do with Olarke.

l read this book, a story|about a plane that was going down.

lt was going to crash into the sea,|and this married couple,

they start making love|to each other ferociously

like their lives just depended upon it.

They were oblivious to everything.|They didn't care.

The plane was going down,|they were all gonna die,

but they loved each other dearly|and they wanted to die together.

They loved each other.

- l want to be with you.|- Bleek, stop it.

- lndigo.|- What?

- l want you to be with me.|- Get off. What about before?

- l don't care about it.|- l don't wanna hold you.

- l want us to have a son.|- Get off me. A f***ing son.

What do you think this is?

You just want me to drop everything now|and just trust you?

l want you to be with me.

- l want you to be my wife.|- You crazy?

- l'm not crazy.|- Go tell somebody else.

- l'm telling you.|- You want me to save your life.

Yes. l want you to save my life.

Stop it, Bleek. Stop it! Stop it!

Get off. l don't want to be...

F***ing bastard. Get off me. Stop it!

You want me to beg?|l'm begging. Save my life.

Please.

Save my life.

Relatives and friends,|we are gathered here in the sight of God

and the presence of these witnesses

to join together this man and this woman|in holy matrimony.

Will thou, Minifield Gilliam,|have this woman to be thy wedded wife?

l will.

Will thou, lndigo Downes, have this man|to be thy wedded husband?

l will.

Who gives this woman|to be married to this man?

l do.

- With this ring...|- With this ring...

- l thee wed.|- l thee wed.

You may salute your bride, sir.

- Bleek!

Hi, Mom.

Oheers!

Bleek.

- l'm coming.|- l'm all right. Just get my bags.

l'm going to take you to your room.

Push, darling, push.

That's it. lt's coming.

Come on.

There you go.|Nice little baby boy.

Don't hold him too tight now.|Don't let him fall.

Oongratulations, Mrs Gilliam.|You have a son.

Here, keep the change.|Here, have a cigar.

Stay right there, baby. Dad! Big Stop!

All right, thanks a lot.

Dad, you've made the baby cry now.

- He looks like me.|- What do you mean?

- Look at his nose.|- Come on, baby.

This is your ball.

This is your glove,|a present from Grandpa to Miles.

All right, come on to Daddy.|Come on to Daddy.

Go to Daddy. Go on.

- Look at my boy standing.|- Come on to Grandpa.

A love supreme

A love supreme

A love supreme

A love supreme

A love supreme

A love supreme

A love supreme

A love supreme

A love supreme

l'm going to get you.

A love supreme

A love supreme

A love supreme

A love supreme

A love supreme

- Say first valve.|- First valve.

- Second valve.|- Second valve.

- Third valve.|- Third valve.

Push your first valve.

That's right. Keep your mouth closed.|Don't open it. Keep it closed.

Now blow right in there.

Blow hard. Harder.|Uh-oh! Hey, you hear that?

Yo, Miles!|Miles, you coming out to play?

- Miles!|- Miles!

Boys! Boys, would you please be quiet?

Sorry, Mrs Gilliam. Oan Miles come out?

l understand that.|Your noise has got to stop.

Stop yelling outside my window.

Those kids are gonna drive me crazy.

Miles, what did l tell you about|your hoodlum friends coming here?

- Leave the boy alone.|- Oan l go outside now?

- When you finish your lesson.|- What about then?

We'll see.

Miles!

Son, you're finished for the day.

Take your time. Put yourjacket on.

What?

What? What?

Let the boy have some fun now.

Uh-huh.

Like he never has any fun at all.

- He gets to have some fun.|- He has to stay in the dungeon.

He never has any fun.

MO' BETTER BLUES

Rate this script:4.5 / 9 votes