The Making of Alan Parker's Film 'The Commitments' Page #8

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Soul solos are part of the song.

They have corners.

- You were spiralling. That's jazz.

- I'm just tryin' to stretch meself.

Jazz is musical wankin'.

If you want a wank, use that

thing in your hand, not your sax!

Jimmy! Jimmy!

Over here!

There's your money, son.

They're drinkin' like fishes.

- That's 200 quid.

- 200 quid?

Big time, wha'? 200 quid!

Jimmy, this is Roddy Craig.

He's with The Herald.

- You got my message, then?

- Howayeh?

- Glad you could make it.

- So how did this band come about?

- Jimmy put an ad...

- Destiny! We're a band with a mission.

What kind of mission?

Bringin' soul to Dublin.

Bringin' the music to the proletariat.

We're against racial and sexual

discrimination, apartheid, and heroin.

- When's your next gig?

- We haven't...

We're the guerrillas of soul.

We don't announce gigs.

We hit, then we sink back

into the night.

That's guerrilla with a U, not an O.

Oh, yeah.

# Chain, chain, chain

# Chain, chain, chain

# Chain, chain, chain

# Chain, chain, chain

# Chain, chain, chain

# Chain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

# Chain of fools

# For five long years

# I thought you were my man

# But I found out

# I'm just a link in your chain

# You got me where you want me

# I ain't nothin' but your fool

# You treated me mean

# You treated me cruel

# Chain, chain, chain

# Chain, chain, chain

# Chain of fools

# Every chain

# Has got a weak link

# I might be weak, child

# But I gave you strength

# Ooh! Ooh!

# Now you tell me to leave you alone

# My papa says come on home

# My doctor says take it easy

# But your lovin' is much too strong

# I'm wedded to your

# Chain, chain, chain

# Chain, chain, chain

# Chain, chain, chain

# Chain, chain, chain

# Chain, chain, chain

That's our money, pal!

Don't stop! Keep it goin'!

# Chain...

# Chain-chain-chain

# Chain...

# Chain, chain

# Chain-ain-ain-ain-ain

Are yeh OK?

- You're f***in' dead, Rabbitte!

- Still got the money, though.

I'll be f***in' back for you an'

your f***in' monkeys, yeh bastard!

# Chain, chain, chain

# Chain, chain, chain

I'd like to introduce you to

the hardest-workin' band in the world!

On bass, Derek ''Meatman'' Scully!

On piano, Steven ''Soul Surgeon'' Clifford!

Dean ''Mr Nipple'' Fay on sax!

Joey ''The Lips'' Fagan on trumpet!

Our gorgeous chanteuses are

Bernie, Imelda, and Natalie!

Deco ''Deep Throat'' Cuffe on vocals!

On lead guitar,

Outspan ''Fender Bender'' Foster!

Finally, on drums,

Mickah ''Don't F*** With Me'' Wallace!

Ladies and gentlemen,

The Commitments!

# Chain, chain, chain

# Chain, chain, chain

# Chain, chain, chain

# Chain, chain, chain

# Chain, chain, chain

# I got dreams, dreams

# To remember

# To remember

I've been waitin' bleedin' ages!

- I don't suppose they'll let me park here.

- F*** them. Listen to this.

''Following U2 and Sinad O'Connor,...

..The Commitments could be the next

major act to come out of Dublin.''

''The lead singer has a voice

Bob Geldof would starve for.''

U2, Sinad, Geldof, and us

in one paragraph. Deadly, wha'?

- We'll show this to me mammy.

- We'll show it to Wilson Pickett.

I'd better handle this thing alone.

- Why? I want to meet the man.

- It's personal.

You told me him and you were friends

and he'd do us a favour.

I know, but the last time I met Wilson

things were a bit sticky.

It's personal.

Hold on to that. Keep an eye on the bike.

Roddy!

Ah, howayeh, Jimmy?

Your office said you were here.

What happened?

Two eejits tried to hold up

the bank with pump guns.

What's this? The getaway cart?

No, the poor horse

caught it in the crossfire.

- I thought you only covered music.

- Music, crime, funerals...

Are yeh goin' to the Wilson Pickett show?

Bleedin' right I am.

I owe you for the review. F***in' rapid!

Come to Gallagher's afterwards,

where we're playin'.

Oh, yeah. Right.

And Pickett's gonna jam with us!

- He is in his bollix!

- World exclusive, Roddy!

He thinks he's Basil Brush.

- Just f***in' relax, would yeh?

- F***in' idiot!

This place is infested with rats!

You do look like a rat! Ratso Foster!

Oh, supercool!

- Where's your white walkin' stick?

- F*** off!

Bring the guide dog, yeah? Lovely hair!

At least I have some f***in' hair!

- Steven?

- Yeah?

- Could I talk to yeh?

- About what?

Well, you're educated, and...

I've had this offer, see?

It's from another band.

We reckon it could be a good move.

- ''We''? You have advisors, is it?

- Well, me ma, like.

- What's this?

- Mr Cuffe has an offer he can't refuse.

Offer of wha'?

From another band with a record deal.

- You wha'?

- You're already in a band!

I've my career to think of!

- I have to do it!

- Wha'?

- Break his face!

- No, no, no!

Stop lookin' at me knickers, you!

I'm f***in' warnin' yeh! You're dead, man!

- What's that?

- What's what?

- That.

- It's only a haircut.

That's a jazz haircut.

And why aren't yeh dressed?

- I'm gonna wear me new suit!

- And why aren't yous changed?

Nobody wants to wear

f***in' monkey suits, Jimmy.

- Who wants to look like The Four Tops?

- More like f***in' undertakers!

Look at this!

What the f***...?!

What are yis all lookin' at?

He only gave me a ride!

- I'm sure he did!

- He shagged the lot o' them.

How are yeh, 'Melda?

- Jimmy, can I talk to yeh?

- Shut up, the lot o' yis! And you, Deco!

Someone comin' in tonight

could make a big difference to us.

Gorbachev?

- Batman? The Pope?

- Even better. Wilson Pickett.

- F*** off!

- No, he isn't!

- Isn't that right, Joey?

- He promised me he's gonna jam with us.

- Me hole, he is!

- Yeh can wear jockstraps for all I care!

Just behave like yeh know

what you're doin'.

Wilson Pickett and Deco Cuffe,

together at last!

Ow! F***! F***! F***!

Three Hail Marys for you tomorrow!

- Stop it! Stop it!

- Keep out o' this! F*** off!

# Mustang Sally

# Guess you better slow

that Mustang down

# Mustang Sally now, baby

# Guess you better slow

that Mustang down

# You been runnin' all over town

# Oo-oo-ooh

# Ooh, I guess you gotta put

your flat feet on the ground

Sing it to me one more time, girls!

# All you wanna do is ride around, Sally

# Ride, Sally, ride

# All you wanna do is ride around, Sally

# Ride, Sally, ride

# All you wanna do is ride around, Sally

# Ride, Sally, ride

# All you wanna do is ride around, Sally

# Ride, Sally, ride

# One of these early mornings

# I'm gonna be wipin' those weepin' eyes

# Yea-eah

All right!

# I bought you a brand-new Mustang

# Uh-huh

# It was a 1965

# Now you come around

signifying a woman

# Girl, you won't... you won't... let me ride!

# Mustang Sally now, baby

# Sally now, baby

Tell me, Jimmy.

When would yeh think was the big

turning point for The Commitments?

Good question, Terry.

It has to be when Wilson Pickett

played with us in a small club in Dublin.

That must have been quite a thrill, Jimmy.

It will be if the f***er turns up, Terry.

# Baby, they don't know

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