Sparkle Page #5

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- Just go. Go! Get out!

- No!

I don't need to hear this.

- Jeez, she's always in my business!

- Somebody ought to be!

- Shut up.

- You guys, stop. Don't do this!

Not tonight.

Please tell me

that's not what I think it is.

We have to open up for

Aretha Franklin tonight, right?

- Right?

- Right.

Well, Sister can't fly on one wing.

Well, I'll be damned.

- Just amazing.

- I know. They're special.

Ladies, we have a special guest.

This is Mr. Larry Robinson

of Columbia Records.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Oh, listen to that.

They even say "hi" in harmony.

Mr. Robinson is senior A&R

at Columbia in Los Angeles.

He set up an office here

because he's looking for talent.

- He wants to talk to us about a--

- Excuse me, may I share?

- Sure.

- Could this be my news?

- By all means.

- Great.

First off, you were fantastic.

Fantastic!

- Thanks.

- I want to sign you.

I'm going to sign you.

I just need to, you know,

see what you're gonna look like...

-...waking up next to me in the morning.

- Stix, what is this?

You know, that was an expression.

- Okay.

- And it's more like...

...I want to see you in the light of day.

- That's a better expression.

- Way better.

I'm gonna gather

a bunch of my colleagues together...

...and you will wow us.

And, you know, this is your fault.

It is your fault.

I don't even know

if you guys can actually sing.

I couldn't take my eyes off of you.

Look at that, she's playing coy.

This is the coy one.

Well, that's all right.

Coy plays on any number of levels.

So great.

Well, see you next week.

- Bye.

- Thank you.

- Y'all wowed him!

- Look. You got a line coming in here, girls.

- Satin.

- Stix.

You been fighting?

No, I got a new cat.

- Yeah, yeah, cat.

- That's a big-ass cat.

Sure is.

Ladies, you better get out of here.

Called the cab, it's waiting out front.

I saw you singing to me, teasing me.

Y'all wowed them. And I got to run.

See if I can talk to Mr. Gordy,

get us a bidding war.

That's right.

- Satin.

- Stix.

Let's go, baby. You ready to go?

Y'all her new bodyguards?

We're big-ass cats.

Come on, let's go.

Mama would let you back into the house.

- You guys, really, I fell.

- You said Mom used to fall a lot too.

- You even picked her up a few times.

- It was only one time.

Too many.

Sister, come home with us.

Let's go.

Come on.

Bravo!

- Mama, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry too.

Was my life not enough

of a cautionary tale for you?

Just a mean mama,

won't let you follow your dreams?

Well, I guess I'll be mean.

I will not encourage you

to drive your lives straight into hell.

To be honest,

I can take it or leave it...

...but we are close

to getting a deal.

They say Sister could be

like Diana Ross...

...and Sparkle could be

the next Smokey Robinson...

...as far as songwriting is concerned.

Dolores, I've made it

very simple in this house.

Respect, getting an education,

and having a relationship with the Lord.

If you can't do that, then go.

Why would the Lord give me this gift

if I wasn't supposed to use it?

What'd you say?

All I think about is music.

Everything I see, hear or feel

turns into a song.

And I try to turn it off, but I can't.

And I know the Lord loves me

and he wouldn't torture me...

...with something I want to do,

can't help but do.

- So I figured I--

- You figured I was wrong.

That I had a gift.

Sparkle, you can have a gift.

It's how you use it.

You want to promote good...

...or you want more fast-tailed girls

out there having children?

"Giving him something he can feel

to let him know his love is real"?

Mama, that's private.

Sparkle, it's trash.

- No, it's not.

- Oh, yes, it is.

We're sorry for disrespecting you

and the rules of your house.

If you want me to go, I'll go.

But I can't stop now, Mama,

I'm too close.

Another little girl with a dream,

thinks she's so different...

...than all the others

waiting to be discovered.

You go to your meeting.

In fact, I want you to,

so you can see what I already know.

You ain't getting no deal!

You step back in this house,

and you want to stay in this house...

...then this dream of yours is over.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

I am so proud of you.

So proud.

You better keep writing those songs.

Hey, baby.

What are you doing?

Listen, I got something

I need you to read for me.

What's this, new material?

Now, I wants to keep my white money,

but I think this is a way...

...to cross over

so I can get my black audience.

You know, Ham got me a gig

down over at Baker's.

Tell me what you think.

I'm honored.

And I'm thrilled, and I'm happy.

Come here.

And I'm horny.

Come on, baby. Right now, baby.

Come on, come on, baby,

we got to stay focused.

Okay.

Baby?

Tell me the truth.

Why'd the chicken cross the road?

Because two black guys

were chasing him with a biscuit.

No, because the chicken was trying

to get away from your turkey ass.

Two black guys

walking down the street.

Boy, they were just walking.

- They were walking, they were walking...

- Finally they said, "You know what?

We need a punch line right here,

because this joke ain't got none."

My joke ain't got no punch line,

but you brought your girl to see me.

Well, I had to, you know, bring her

to see how funny you were not.

You see, ladies and gentlemen?

You give a monkey some money,

and he just don't know how to act.

What's the matter?

You don't dig my sense of humor?

Man, you ain't sh*t.

And I'm gonna show you why.

I ought to kick your ass!

You want to play?

You're a wannabe!

- Snip-snip, hussy.

- You are nothing!

Nothing!

Y'all give it up for Satin Struthers. Clap.

Hey, Tammy, nice to see you.

You ain't never looked better.

- Columbia Records. May I help you?

- These girls, man.

- What the hell is that on top of your head?

- The man said he wanted us dolled up.

Plus, low maintenance

for medical school.

I haven't gotten off the wait list,

but I think in the affirmative.

No, not today, Dee.

Y'all supposed to look the same.

- How I'm supposed to sell that?

- Better figure it out.

Sparkle, thank God you're here.

- What? What's wrong?

- Look at her.

Okay, I'll be right back.

Stay here, look out for Sister.

So, what do you think?

We were taught that if we don't have

anything nice to say to not say anything.

- I want to hear it.

- I have to go to the bathroom.

- I'll be back.

- I'll come.

I'm going to the bathroom.

I'll watch you pee.

You're not gonna disown me.

- Man, I told you not to bring her.

- I tried.

- Not hard enough.

- Look, I'm sorry.

- Just lock the door.

- What is going on in here?

What else is he pushing into you

besides his fists?

Just mind your business. I'm fine.

I'm fine.

- So you just gonna let him kill you?

- It's not that bad.

It's nothing makeup can't cover up.

- You get me that face powder I needed?

- Are you crazy?

Give that to her and you're gonna

wind up looking like her.

Look, if you want me to sing for this man,

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