Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story Page #4

Oh, my darlin'

Oh, my darlin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I have a perfect life

You are the perfect wife

I don't know why

I sit and cry

And now I miss you so

Please don't let me go

I make mistakes and that is true

At least I learn each time I do

Here, have some of this.

Darling, you must believe

I could never leave you

If I tried

A life without you

Is no life at all

Oh, my darlin'

Oh, my darlin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Beth Anne.

Can I get that for you?

Thanks, Dewey.

Tears fall in vain

I'm standing in the rain

No matter how I feel

I never seem to know what's real

So sharpen up your knives

- Can I get that for you?

- Thanks, Dewey.

I'm a bad horse.

Phil, can I get that for you?

Thanks, Dewey.

Darling, you must believe

I could never leave you

If I tried

Phil? What happened?

A life without you

Is no life at all

Well, the tour's going

real great, baby.

Yeah, we're having a real nice time.

Yeah, the boys have been

playing great...

...and the audiences have been

just wonderful, so...

- When you coming home?

- Soon, baby, real soon.

We gotta hit the major markets in

the Northeast, Chicago, Detroit...

Dewey, could you shut up? I'm trying to

have sex with these women down here.

Who's that?

Oh, that's Sam.

- He's just looking for his drumsticks.

- Howdy.

Excuse me.

Anyway, you don't wanna hear about

this boring stuff. How was your day?

Oh, you know,

just taking care of the kids.

Went down to Wilson's Market

the other day to pick up some milk.

Completely out of milk.

I had to go down to Peach Street.

- I hate going down there.

- Oh, brother. Can you believe it?

- Yes, Bert?

- Hey, Dewey.

- You want a cup of coffee?

- No, thank you.

Will you give me a minute?

I'm on the phone here.

- Who's that?

- That's Bert, my roadie.

Just wants to know if I want any coffee

or anything like that.

Dewey, there's a distance growing

between us, I feel, and I don't like it.

Oh, now, that is crazy talk, Edith.

You know

I'm just the same old Dewey.

- Hey, Dewey.

- Yes, Bert?

You seen my sandals?

I don't know.

I'm talking to my wife, Bert.

Baby, there's somebody at the door.

I gotta go.

Can I call when I get to New Jersey?

Okay. Bye, Dewey.

- I love you.

- All right.

- I love you.

- I love you.

- You're never gonna make it, okay?

- Okay, bye.

Bye.

- Pa.

- Dewey.

What are you doing here?

It's about your mama.

Ma? What about her? Is she okay?

We better step out into the hall.

- What happened?

- I'll tell you what happened.

We were readying for bed

when your song comes on the radio.

It's Dewey!

Your son is talented.

You should be proud.

Well, I must admit,

it is kind of catchy.

Dance with me, Pa.

It does make you kind of wanna move,

doesn't it?

It sure does.

Maybe I have been

kind of hard on little Dewey.

Maybe you have.

Be careful, Ma.

- You all right, Ma?

- I'm all right.

The vertigo, it won in the end.

She lost her balance...

...and fell out the window...

...and then the radio

crushed her head?

While she was dancing to your song.

I thought you should know

what your music does.

It kills people.

You made her happy

and it killed her.

If Nate was alive,

this never would have happened.

Wrong kid died.

Damn you, God!

How could you let my mama

fall out a window?

And then let a radio

hit her on the head?

- Get out of here, Dewey.

- What are y'all doing in here?

It's called cocaine,

and you don't want no part of this sh*t.

Cocaine?

What's it do?

It turns all your bad feelings

into good feelings.

It's a nightmare.

I'm thinking maybe I'd like to try me

some of that cocaine.

When I meet my maker

On my dying day

Look him in the eye

And by God I'll say

I gave my word

And my word was good

I took it in the face

And I walked as hard as I could

Walk hard

Walk hard, hard, hard

Walk hard, hard, hard

Walk...

All right, again. Faster.

This is crazy, Dewey. Ain't nobody

gonna wanna listen to music like this.

Standing there

playing as fast as you can...

...singing like some sort of punk.

Don't you dare try to stifle me.

Whose band is this anyway,

you cocksucker!

I'll punch you in the mouth!

Oh, God. I'm sorry, Dave.

No, I didn't mean that.

Just with my mama dying and all,

I'm just all twisted up inside.

Mr. Cox?

I heard you were looking for a new

backup singer. For your new duet.

You heard right.

I was wondering if you might like

to give me a try.

I reckon I might.

I've been singing in my church choir

since I was a girl.

I like the sound of that.

Darlene Madison.

Dewey Cox.

Hello, Darlene.

Hello, Mr. Cox.

You ready to sing one?

I'm always ready.

Well, all right.

In my dreams you're blowin' me

Some kisses

That's one of my favorite things

To do

You and I could go down

In history

That's what I'm prayin' to do with you

Let's duet

In ways that make us feel good

Let's duet

And make that sacred sound

Dewey Cox!

I am not that kind of woman.

- All right.

- Well...

...that doesn't mean

that we still can't be friends.

Okay.

Well, then, here's to us

being great friends.

I can't! We're friends!

I'm gonna beat off

All my demons

That's what lovin' Jesus' all about

Lookin' in your eyes I start believin'

Let's bring this whisper to a shout

Let's duet

In ways that make us feel good

Put two and two together

Perfect harmony we've found

We know it's only natural

Let's duet

I just wanna make out

What you're sayin'

Read my lips

It's what you're lookin' for

Here I am a-sneakin' up behind you

You can always come in

My back door

Let's duet

Darlene, these last three weeks

have been so...

...full and wonderful.

We've shared so many activities

together as good friends.

It's like you understand me

the way nobody else ever has.

I mean, if l...

- What is it, Dewey?

- I don't know.

It's nothing. I'm fine.

Nothing? You look like

you seen a ghost.

I got a lot of pain in me, Darlene.

You should know that.

Where does all that pain

come from, Dewey?

Did you ever have something

that you really loved...

...that you accidentally...

...killed, or hurt in some way,

with a machete?

- No.

- No, me neither.

- Wouldn't that be terrible?

- How would you live?

I know, right? Exactly.

Darling Darlene

Darling Darlene

I'm in love with you

I'm havin' fun with you

I'm in love with you

I'm on the run with you

I'm in love with you

And I'll be one with you one day

Thanks for letting me sleep

in your bunk, Dewey.

Gotta sleep somewhere, right?

- Dewey, I can't.

- I know. I know.

We both know that the sexual tension

between us is palpable.

Don't you know that I wrestle with

the same temptations you do?

I know I shouldn't be saying this

to you, Dewey...

...because we're not married

and we're just friends...

...but sometimes I lie awake at night

aching for a man's touch.

And by "a man's touch,"

I mean a penis in my vagina.

It's just so silly.

Oh, that's so silly.

- Well, we better get some sleep.

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