Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story

Mr. Cox?

Mr. Cox?

Mr. Cox?

Guys, I need Cox.

He goes on in two minutes

and I can't find him.

Mr. Cox.

Mr. Cox?

You're gonna have to give him

a moment, son.

Dewey Cox needs to think about

his entire life before he plays.

Come on, Nate, let's go play.

I can't, Dewey. I gotta practice.

You can't practice all the time, Nate.

You're already perfect.

All right. Come on, Dewey,

let's go play!

- Today's gonna be the best day ever!

- Yeah!

Ain't nothing horrible

gonna happen today.

What do you wanna be

when you grow up, Dewey?

I don't know. Never really

thunk about it before.

When I grow up,

I'm gonna be a great composer.

And a professional baseball player.

Then I'm gonna be an astronaut,

and I'm gonna go to the moon.

There's nothing I won't do

with this long, long life of mine.

For sure.

That's what's great about being young.

So much time to do great things.

Let's go play!

My turn!

I got him! I got him!

Catch!

Chicken!

I challenge you to a duel, sir.

I don't know, Nate.

You know how mad Pa gets

when we play with his machetes.

Come on. There's nothing wrong

with a little machete-fighting.

Now, en garde!

- Do you yield, sir?

- Never!

Prepare to meet your maker.

- Dewey!

- Nate!

I'm halved!

Oh, we should've listened to Pa.

Dewey, I'm cut in half pretty bad.

In case I don't make it,

then you'll have to be double great...

...for the both of us.

Wow, that's a lot of pressure, Nate.

You can handle it, Dewey.

Now, run, get Pa!

Holy sh*t.

This was a particularly bad case

of somebody being cut in half.

I was not able to reattach

the top half of his body...

...to the bottom half of his body.

Speak English, doc!

We ain't scientists.

I'm sorry, folks. He's gone.

Oh, no!

Oh, my God.

Dear God. Oh, Dewey.

It's all your fault, Dewey Cox.

Oh, Pa, you don't mean that.

It's not his fault.

He cut him in half with a machete.

No.

You. You're not half the boy

that Nate was.

You're not even half the boy

that the top half of Nate was...

...after you cut him in half.

So you're saying I'm less than

a quarter of the boy Nate was?

The wrong kid died.

Ma, I can't smell anything.

You can't smell anything?

I think I lost my sense of smell.

You gone smell-blind, son.

It'll pass, Dewey.

Now, you run on down to the country

store and get us some butter.

And a candle.

We're gonna light us

a candle tonight.

I'm a gamblin' man

I gambled everywhere I go

Lord, I'm a gamblin' man

Gambled everywhere I go

I'm a gamblin' man

Lord, I gambled from door to door

I've never heard no music

like that before.

It's so sad.

That's why it's called the blues, boy.

I think I'd like to play me

some blues.

Ain't no 6-year-old boy understand

the true meaning of the blues.

I reckon I might.

You play the guitar?

Never have before.

But I'm a real fast learner.

Well, go ahead.

You put your finger right up there.

Place your hands here. That's it.

That's the G chord.

Now hit the strings

with your other hand.

- That's it.

- There you go.

That ain't bad.

I done a bad thing

Cut my brother in half

I done a bad, bad thing

Cut my brother in half

My mama's gonna cry

Somewhere the devil's havin' a laugh

It's not bad for your first time.

You can do it, Dewey.

You'll be double great.

For the both of us.

Dewey?

Dewey.

Dewey?

Mama, you made it!

There's my favorite 14-year-old son.

Oh, no. Come on, now.

Not in front of the fellas.

Howdy, boys.

Howdy, Mrs. Cox.

I just wanted to say break a leg.

I know you boys are gonna

play a real good song.

Oh, thanks, Ma.

I'm just so proud you learned to play

the guitar so good.

Without even having

a sense of smell.

It's all right now, Mama.

I learned how to play by ear.

You just go out there

and sing your heart out.

I will, Mama.

I don't know what we're doing here

at this high school talent show.

We're here to see our boy,

that's what we're doing here.

You all right, ma'am?

I'm fine.

Just my vertigo acting up again.

- What's vertigo?

- Just a little dizziness is all.

Ain't nothing terrible

ever came from no dizziness.

Testing, testing.

Crawdad, crawdad.

Hello, everybody.

Welcome to the annual talent show.

We're gonna get this going here with

the juggling talents of Johnny McGraw.

- How we gonna follow that?

- Delilah Montgomery.

- Delilah Montgomery.

- Very nice!

And now sophomore Dewey Cox

is gonna sing us a song.

So, ladies and germs...

I know, I know.

Please welcome Dewey Cox

and the Dewey Cox Four.

Hi. My name's Dewey Cox.

And this is a little song I wrote called

"Take My Hand."

I sure hope you like it.

The wrong kid died, goddamn it.

- Take

- Take, take

Take my hand

Take my hand

We're gonna walk through the park

I promise to have you

Home before dark

Home before dark

Oh, life would be so sweet

Walking with you down the street

This music is an outrage!

Come on and take my hand

Come on and take my hand

It's the devil's music!

It's all right if you're coy

After all I'm a boy

And you're a girl

But make no mistake

Yours is the hand

I want to take

So please

So please, please

Take my hand

You're going to hell!

Blasphemer!

That's it. I want you

out of this house, boy.

- Pa!

- You heard the preacher.

You think we don't know

what you're talking about...

...when you say "take my hand"?

What? It's about holding hands.

You watch your mouth.

You know who's got hands?

The devil.

And he uses them for holding.

I ain't got no room in my house

for no devil's spawn.

Be careful. Before you say something

you regret for the rest of your days.

Like what?

Like "the wrong kid died"?

Oh, no! No!

It's okay.

It's okay, Mama, settle down.

Pa's right.

Springberry ain't big enough

for me no more.

I reckon it's time for Dewey Cox

to move on.

But you're only 14.

Mama, I love you.

But I don't need nobody.

All I need is my music.

I seen my path today,

and I'm gonna take it.

And someday,

I'll make my masterpiece...

...and you'll all be proud of me.

Just like you were of Nate.

Can I come, Dewey?

Of course you can, Edith.

You're my girlfriend.

- I am?

- Yeah, silly.

I pointed at you in the audience.

Did you hear that?

I'm Dewey's 12-year-old girlfriend!

You're the most talented man

I've ever seen in my whole life.

And you will never get anything

but love and support from me...

...for you and your dreams

the rest of my life.

Well, then, go on.

Get out of this house.

Before I cut your dreams in half

like you cut mine in half.

Goodbye, Pa.

Just wait till you see

what happens now.

Here we go.

Ma and Pa leave home

All the kids get glad

You know our house's

Gonna jump like mad

We're gonna jump, li'I children, jump

We're gonna jump, li'I children, jump

We're gonna jump, li'I children

Mama and Papa's gone

Let's jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump

We're gonna jump, li'I children

Mama and Papa's gone

Play it for me, daddy!

That's a sexy look right there.

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