The Five Heartbeats Page #3

I love it. I love it.

(Ends)

Yes?

Can I help you?

Uh, yeah.

I'm Duck.

Duck?

Uh...

I'm the one that's been

writing you the poetry.

"We Haven't Finished Yet."

Um...

I think your poetry

is really, really nice,

but I don't think

it's a good idea

for you to come here anymore.

Why?

Oh, you're here.

I'll be right with you.

Excuse me?

Ah, here you go.

No.

It's 7 a.m. Get up.!

This is wild, wild, pretty Rudy

on your favorite radio station

playing thejam

to get you to yourJ-O-B,

brought to you

by Benny Mullin's Barber Shop.

Go get pretty like me. Whoo.!

My hair's fried, dyed,

and laid to the side.

This week's special,

theJohnny Mathis look.

8.85.

Also with the special,

two free fiish sandwiches

from Shanea.

She's sorry the fiish

was bad last week.

Some of you got sick,

but, still, nobody

knows fiish like Shanea.

Coming up, the Dells, the Four Tops,

but fiirst,

a group with a hot single.

The Five Heartbeats singing

I Got Nothing but Love.

(Singing)

Duck, shut up, man.

Stop trying to sing

everybody's part.

I'm not trying to sing

everybody's part.

That's on the radio.

(Continues)

Our song's on the radio.

Duck! Duck!

Our song's on the radio!

- Aaah!

- Aha aah!

Aaah!

What the hell

is going on in here?

Our song. Our song.

What's wrong? What's wrong?

Our song's on the radio, Mama.

Aah!

(Ends)

(Applause)

Make me proud of you, OK?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm going to say goodbye now

'cause I can't watch you leave.

Well, you know your mother,

how emotional she gets.

Now, listen,

there's going to be

a lot of young gals

on that road.

I want you to put a helmet

on that soldier.

What?

You know, put a tent

on that tree.

Put a hat on your willy.

- Oh. Oh. Use a rubber.

- Oh, a rubber.

OK, OK, I'll see you.

Take care.

Bye, Daddy.

How can I preach the Word of God

and expect them to listen

and my son disobeys me?

How does that look?

Dad, God gave me this voice

in the frst place.

Myra, you know this is wrong.

Anthony, you disappoint me.

You can't serve two masters.

Go on.

Anthony. Anthony.

It's your life.

You've got to experience

different things.

Now, take this.

And I want a gold record,

you hear that?

You better bring me

that gold record.

Thanks, Mom.

Come on.

We should make a left turn here.

No, Sarge, it's a right turn,

then we'll see the Harlem Duke.

The Harlem Duke.

Fellas, I like that name.

Man, we on our way.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the Four... Five Heartbeats.

(Singing)

(Ends)

We pray together.

It's just like a family, Dad.

Why don't you believe me, Dad?

That's what you think I am?

That's what I'm going to be,

OK? OK?

j.T., you get lucky

with women, man.

That's what it is.

Not lucky. I'm successful.

The reason I'm successful is

I will do anything to get it.

I play like I'm showing them

my real feelings.

Women love men like that.

I break down and cry

at the drop of a hat.

They go for it every time.

And if she tells somebody

I cried for her,

I just deny it.

(Siren)

Look at me.

Think I have to cry to get some?

Sh*t.

Duck, what did you do?

I didn't do nothing.

Let me see your hands.

Let me see your hands.

Let me see your hands.

Hands, let me see them.

All right,

everybody get out of the car.

How do I know y'all

a singing group?

Why don't y'all...

sing something?

(Singing)

(Ends)

(Singing)

(Ends)

You see Phil?

See him anywhere?

Oh, here he come.

All right.

Hey, Phil, man!

Hey, look at you, boy.

You guys look great.

New suit?

Feels good

to be out of the city.

Nice bus ride's

just what I needed.

Record's doing real well

on the charts.

We're just about to

release the second cut.

Big Red sends his best.

Yeah, but did he

send the paychecks?

Got them right here.

Tell Red we need some more money.

I'm tired of staying in these sleazy

hotels. Toilets don't even work.

You got the reports

on the record sales?

Got them right here.

What about the album cover?

Yeah, the album cover.

Yeah, I got it.

Well, let's see it.

Now, frst of all,

Big Red really believes

in you guys,

and we decided to change

the cover a little bit

because we see the big picture...

Negroes and white folks

buying this album.

I like that idea.

Let me explain, OK?

Everybody's going to know

who this group is.

We just felt that the picture

wasn't as important

as it was

that we succeed

in crossing over.

I want my boys' picture

back on this album cover!

It's too late.

We'll see about that.

A lot of bull.

Why do we have to cross over?

Why are n*ggers always crossing

over something, huh?

What's the matter?

They can accept our music

as long as they can't see our faces?

Take it easy on the dude.

It's Big Red's idea.

It's a good one, too.

First we build a strong

crossover audience,

then we can come out strong.

That's bullshit,

and you know it.

Crossover's nothing

but a double-cross.

Once we lose our audience,

we'll never get them back.

Next thing you know,

they try to change our sound.

They'll have us sounding

like white boys.

White boys sound like n*ggers,

they're the ones

making all the money.

Tell me something, how come

they never cross over to us?

I never seen fve n*ggers

on Elvis Presley's

album cover.

Let's keep our tempers here.

Now, come on.

This isn't a racial issue.

We all have to look

at the big picture.

Man, f*** the big picture

if they can't accept us

for who we are and what we look like.

Come on.

What are you doing, man?

What are you doing? What...

What you doing in the hallway?

Hmm. Choirboy got a girl

in the room.

Choirboy's got a girl

in the room?

Mm-hmm. Choirboy.

Dresser, where you going?

Uh, I'm going out for a walk.

What's up, man?

You OK?

You been acting strange

ever since we left Cleveland.

I got some things on my mind,

you know.

What things?

She's pregnant.

I don't know what to do.

I love Brenda more than anything

in the world.

You know that, but...

how am I going to raise a kid

on what we make here?

I got to get a job,

so I talked toJim

about leaving the group.

"Don't worry.

Call Big Red."

He... He gave me the number

to this, um...

this doctor who's...

hmm...

Didn't you just get through saying

you love her more

than anything in the world?

Yeah.

Oh, fellas, come on, I can't.

(Applause)

(Singing)

I'm tired of you

wearing my clothes,J.T.,

tired of you using

my toothbrush.

And no more sleeping

in the hallway either.

And I'm tired of you

going in my suitcase.

You wear my clothes, too, Duck.

- I ask frst.

- Shh!

Shut up and sing

and stop acting like a b*tch.

Oh, I'm acting like a b*tch now?

Yes, you are.

(Continues)

What the hell you doing?

Hey!

Quit clowning around.

(Ends)

Yeah, I just got to

teach them how to...

use everything they do.

I wish you luck.

Yeah.

Everything, onstage and off.

It'll be all right.

Don't worry.

The Heartbeats.

Let's go check them out.

(Singing)

I'm sick of your sh*t, Duck!

You ripped my jacket.

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