Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story Page #2

Oh, I like it, I like it.

Let's jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump

We're gonna jump, li'I children

Mama and Papa's gone

You know what I'm saying.

We're gonna jump, li'I children

Mama and Papa's gone

Let's take them home, fellas.

We're gonna jump, li'I children

Mama and Papa's gone

Yeah, baby. Wrap it up right there.

I'm gonna take one of them

home tonight.

My name is Bobby Shad

and these are the Bad Men.

We gonna take a break,

then we be right back...

...to rock till the morning light,

all right?

Mr. Shad! Mr. Shad!

Wow, that was really great.

Hey, I play a little guitar.

If you ever need...

- Dewey!

- Yes, sir?

I pay you to mop,

not bother the band.

My customers come to dance erotically,

and they need a clean floor to do it on!

Do your job or I'll find

somebody who will.

Yes, sir.

Lonesome blues

Dewey, will you cut out that racket?

I'm trying to feed your child!

How am I supposed to make it as

a famous musician if I don't practice?

Will you stop talking

about that music?

But it's my dream, baby.

I am tired of hearing about

your dreams, Dewey Cox.

You are a selfish dickhole.

Daddy said if we move home, he could

give you a job at the slaughterhouse.

You can make an honest living.

Wouldn't have to hang your head in

shame, walking around like a failure.

I think I'm doing okay for a 15-year-old

with a wife and a baby.

But, sweetheart...

...I thought you liked working

at the slaughterhouse for my daddy.

I did.

You got a real talent for this, boy.

Someday this is all gonna be yours.

It's just, as much as I loved it, Edith,

I want more than that.

Ain't no musician ever made

no money, Dewey.

What? Of course they do.

Plenty of them do.

Name one.

- Slim Whitman.

- Who the hell is Slim Whitman?

All right, Frank Sinatra.

Who the hell is Frank Sinatra?

Edith, I am starting to think...

...that maybe

you don't believe in me.

I do believe in you.

I just know you're gonna fail.

- What are you talking about, Edith?

- What about my dreams?

Edith, I told you,

I can't build you a candy house!

It will fall down! The sun will

melt the candy! It won't work!

It will if it never rains.

Dewey, you have got

to give up your dream.

Dreams don't come true.

I am gonna make

this dream come true.

Nobody ever said it's gonna be easy.

It's hard.

It ain't easy to walk

to the top of a mountain.

It's a long, hard walk.

It's a rocky road.

But I plan on walking.

Oh, I'm gonna walk.

Hard.

I will walk hard.

Walk hard.

I got a full house coming tonight.

If Bobby Shad can't play

I need to find someone who can.

I'm fine. I can play through the pain.

Should've thought before you punched

your landlord and got laryngitis.

I guess there's no music tonight.

Bullhickey! People come here

to dance erotically!

I ain't got no music,

I ain't got no nightclub.

Excuse me.

I play a little.

I don't know how

to tell you this, boy.

You're white.

This crowd will eat you alive.

I been watching Mr. Shad every night.

I know all the songs.

It'll be the same show.

It'll be just like Bobby Shad and the

Bad Men, only it'll be me tonight.

This is crazy.

But I ain't got no other choice.

I don't mean to put more

pressure on you, boy.

The suits from the record company

just got here.

Oh, okay.

Scared?

- A little.

- Well, you should be.

Those Jews control show business.

Just lay it down

exactly like Bobby does.

Good evening. We're Bobby Shad

and the Bad Men. I'm Dewey Cox.

Bobby Shad couldn't be here tonight

so I'm gonna do his show for you.

And I hope you enjoy it.

This first song

we're fitting to do is...

Well, it's about...

It's about when your woman

catches you.

You know, she catches you

running around town...

...getting into all kinds of strange.

This is racially insensitive.

And she says, "Son, get your lazy,

two-timing, Negro ass up out of here."

- And you say to her:

- What's he doing? You see that?

You got to love your Negro man

You got to love your Negro man

You got to love your Negro man

You got to love your Negro man

You got to love, love

- Is he playing "Negro Man"?

- He is playing "Negro Man."

He's playing "Negro Man."

From early in the morning

Till late at night

You know I love your apples

Let me take a bite

You got to love your Negro man

You got to love your Negro man

You got to love, love, love, love, love

Your Negro man

Yeah, come on, Dewey.

I know I treat you wrong

And that ain't right

Let me put it on you, mama

And you'll feel all right

You got to love your Negro man

You got to love your Negro man

You got to love, love, love, love, love

Your Negro man

Now, that's what I call

winning over an audience.

Go, Dewey, go.

I like what you did out there tonight.

Have you ever made a recording?

Oh, Mr. L'Chaim, Mr. Mazeltov,

that's been my dream.

He's not the one you want.

I'm the one you want.

- I think he's the one we want.

- He's got a nice thing.

He's not bad with the singing and the

playing and the shaking of the tochis.

I think you've got what it takes

to make it in the big time.

The big time?

When the moon hits your eye

Like a big pizza pie

That's amore

When the world seems to shine

What the hell is this?

Pizza pie. What's in a pizza pie?

Bells will ring

Ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling

And you'll sing "Vita bella"

Hearts will play

Tippy-tippy-tay

Please, I can't anymore.

That's what I was gonna say.

- That's amore

- Amore

That is amore

All right. Hold, please. Stop that.

Stop your singing!

Stop your singing this instant,

young man!

I will not have this in my studio!

That's just a terrible, terrible...

...terrible, terrible "That's Amore."

Maybe it was a wrong song choice?

If you just let me play one of my songs,

I think you'll like it a whole lot better.

You have failed conclusively.

It's over.

And there is nothing

that you can do...

...here in this room

that can turn that around.

Nothing you can do that can make up

for what you did to "That's Amore."

- Well, my mother liked it a whole lot.

- Your mother was wrong.

I was willing to open my mind...

...because these Jewish gentlemen

brought you in here.

They usually have good taste.

And now here you are in front of me

pretending you can sing.

And I have to say that today...

...your performance has shaken

my belief in the Jewish people.

Well, there's nothing

I would like more, sir...

...than to restore your faith in Judaism,

if you could just give me that shot.

But I'll tell you,

you have failed so far...

...and if somehow you are able

to sing a song now...

...bringing these boys together

you haven't even met...

...and make something

so personal, so new...

...that the whole world takes notice...

...and that your life

is never the same again...

But I'm telling you right now,

I don't think it's going to happen.

Wait, wait, wait. We're here already.

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